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jimidol · a day ago
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only you | jjk
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“no one else can fix me, only you”
⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: mental health issues, extreme sadness, swearing, mention of traumatic event, mention of amnesia, mention of mental struggles, a lot of crying, mention of work pressure, mention of stress, mention of mental breakdowns, post traumatic stress disorder, mention of cowardice, remembering of trauma, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, a lot of making out, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, penetrative sex, protected sex, and creampie
⏤ words: 7,450
⏤ summary: after a traumatic event, your world flipped upside down, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. an emptiness that has been eating you completely for the past year, but in the middle of the chaos that has become your life, there has been one person who has never left you. the only person that can fix you. jungkook.
⏤ author’s note: after reading this whole fic, i decided to not add or change anything about it since this was and still is an healing fic for me so i just corrected some small things here and there but for the rest, the fic is the same. i  want to thank every single one of you for everything you’ve done for the past year, it means the world to me! i hope you’ll enjoy this fic again ❤️
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Today is another shitty day.
For the past year, most of your days have been feeling the same. They have been insipid, dull, and extremely boring. For the past year, life has been completely tasteless. Nothing can bring joy to your heart since there’s just emptiness growing within your chest, eating you completely alive. The girl you used to be has completely vanished, and now, there’s this new person that you don’t even recognize.  
Behind the face of this new version of yourself, there are no feelings, no heart, nor any sign of life. Inside that chest of yours, there’s absolutely nothing but surprisingly, you’ve become a master at hiding it. People around you have barely noticed how much you’ve changed. They still believe you’re the same.
Strangely, their lack of attention sometimes breaks that cold heart of yours, causing tears to roll down your face. How can’t they see how devastated you are? How can’t they perceive that you’re giving them a fake smile? How can’t they see anything?
As those thoughts flood again in your head, you brush them away because you simply don’t want to start crying in the middle of the street. People will for sure send you weird looks, and you don’t want them to see that. Not today.    
With your headphones on, you walk in the direction of your boyfriend’s small apartment. ‘Empty’ of Chase Atlantic blasting in your ears for the millionth time today. This song is the one you can relate to the most, and it has left you wondering why you feel so fucking empty. This song actually makes you question everything.
But then, you remember that a traumatic event started everything. It was so traumatizing that it has left you in this state. Broken but at the same time, empty. Never have you ever thought it was possible to feel that.
However, you feel more empty than broken. Your heart is just filled with voidness, and when it becomes just too much you simply want to fall into Jungkook’s arms. Today being one of those days. All your heart desires right now is to be transported into the most serene place. A place where the only thing you feel is love.  
Nothing can ever compare to the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, your head pressed against his toned chest, and his heartbeat rocking you to sleep. Nothing can simply compare to having him by your side. This man is your rock. Without him and his warm presence, the darkness inside you would have taken over straight after that traumatic event.
His love and devotion have surprised you more than once. You’ve said horrible things to him, you’ve been extremely tough to live with, but never once did he give up on you or your relationship. Jungkook always listened to every hurtful word leaving your lips, he let them hit him with such an intensity that it broke his heart. But he never doubted that you never meant those words, he knew those were the words of a broken person.  
During those hard moments, the only thing he’ll keep whispering is “just let me love you”. Those words carry way more weight and meaning than anything you can ever say. Those words are the ones that calm you down when the voidness just simply eats you alive. Jungkook is the only one who can fix you because, behind all this suffering, the only thing you really feel is love.      
His love shines so brightly inside you that it keeps away all those bad emotions. With him, you feel understood, and he knows how much comfort his presence gives you. Never has he thought of leaving you behind when you’re going through all of this. That would be so cowardly of him.
He has seen how you suddenly changed, he has witnessed beforehand how your world completely collapsed. The spark that never left your eyes suddenly disappeared, and it broke him more than he’ll ever express it. That day he lost his girlfriend. That day he lost a piece of his heart. A piece he’ll never recover.
Your boyfriend is aware that you’ll never be the same person again, but he also knows that he still loves you no matter what. Fundamentally, you’re still the same person. You’re still the person he fell in love with. And he wants to be there for you. He wants to provide you with everything you need during these tough times. He wants to be the blanket that keeps you warm during winter.    
His heart constantly burns for you. He knows he’ll never get the old you back but that’s why he’s falling in love with you all over again. Slowly, you’re building a new life around you, and a new version of yourself is blooming. A version that he’s loving and cherishing with all his soul.
This new version only exists because the trauma that the event generated made you lose your memory. In the beginning, you noticed how you forgot the small things about the previous days but as time was passing, you realized that it was bigger than that. It was much bigger than that.
Slowly you noticed that you were unable to recall things that happened for the past year. A complete year was taken away from you in a matter of seconds. That broke you in a way that you can’t even describe today. How are you supposed to move forward when you don’t even remember a full year?
The memory lost forced you to build yourself from the ashes as you were unable to remember who you had become for the past year. All the accomplishments you did in a year were erased like they didn’t matter at all. But at first, you didn’t want to rebuild yourself. You simply wanted to be the person you were before, you wanted your life to go back to how it was before the incident.
But how can you move forward when you’re constantly looking backward? A backward that you can’t even remember.
Jungkook perfectly knows that he can’t heal you. Actually, no one besides yourself can. All he can provide you is a little help while you heal, and his presence has helped you in more ways than you can explain. The simple fact of having him constantly there, even when you’re a total nightmare to deal with has been able to give you some stability during this past crazy year.
Jungkook is your anchor.      
His presence has been the most comforting and healing place for you over the past year. When tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks, his hands were the first ones to clean them before his strong arms would hold your body tight in his embrace. His presence has been the only thing able to calm the storm inside you.
Over the past year, your boyfriend showed you that it’s okay to be broken. It’s okay to not feel good because, since day one, he knew that all this would turn you into a much stronger person. A person that he has grown to love even more. A person that he has so much admiration for. Even if today you can’t see it, you’ve come a long way. Jungkook has seen how strongly you’ve been fighting against all your demons.
But he also knows how much you crave to find your old self back. He knows how much you want to be that happy person that you were before all this.
However, Jungkook wonders if it’s truly something worthy. Before all this, you were happy but you hadn’t fought for it. You were happy because life had smiled at you most of the time. Today, things are completely different. You’re not totally happy but every single day, you fight for it. Every single day, you wake up with the will to have a true and sincere smile on your face.
To him, he doesn’t understand how you wish to be your old self when you’ve bloomed into this new person.
As you step inside his apartment, his face turns to watch you. Today, you’re not wearing the usual clothes you put on when you go to work. You’re wearing a simple black wool sweater with black fitted jeans. Jungkook loves to tease you a bit when you are too lazy to put on those classic pants with a nice shirt, but the moment he sees your broken expression, he refrains himself from doing so.
You notice him sitting on the couch in the living room. As soon as you take off your coat as well as your shoes, you rush to your safe place. His arms. The moment you fall into his arms, the tears instantly stream down your face, unable to hold back anymore this shattering feeling in your chest.
Today has indeed been too much for you.    
Mentally, you just know you’re not there yet. It has been a year since your life has been completely turned upside down, and for the past few days, that precise day that destroyed you has been haunting you. This has been breaking you even more.
Today you’ve been feeling emptier than usual as if your life was useless. As if your presence here hadn’t any meaning. Deep down, you know it isn’t true. Deep down, you know that your presence matters to some people. However, the pressure at work mixed with your poor mental health as well as the fact that it has been a year, everything has been slowly destroying you.
As today has been emotionally too much for you, it just makes you cry harder.
For the past few months, your mental health was finally improving after many months of constant mental breakdowns. The mental breakdowns will always be characterized by extreme mood swings, constant irritability, a lot of anger against the world and yourself, a feeling of always being on edge, isolation from the outside world, and avoiding social contact. Some days after, you’ll just be back to feeling completely devoid of emotions as well as being empty. The void eating you more and more once you calm down.
So, being back to square one after all those months of improvement makes you feel like a massive failure. You have been trying to get better, to fix yourself, and to feel less empty, but now, everything is back to how it was. Your mind and heart are back to being completely shattered.
Jungkook’s lips press a soft kiss on your head, his heart being completely broken to see you like this. For the past few days, he has been sensing how tense you were. He kind of knew that it was just a matter of time before you’d crack completely. Too much was happening.  
For a moment, you just cry in his arms, his fingers gently massaging your back as he tries to reassure you as much as he can. This loving gesture appeases your soul in ways you can’t even describe.    
For the past year, it feels like you’ve been screaming every day into the void, crying for help. Nobody has been listening to you nor has been able to help you. The only person listening to your cry for help is Jungkook. The only one who can fix you.
Slowly, you calm down in his arms, but none of you say a word. Your boyfriend is simply waiting for you to talk first as he doesn’t want to force you to express your feelings out loud. Something that he learned throughout this year is that forcing you to express your feelings is not a good idea. It will just anger you, and you’ll end up pushing him more away.
“Honey, let’s just lay on the couch,” Jungkook suggests as this position is getting very uncomfortable for the two of you.
While you clean your face from all your tears, you stand up to give him the space to lay on the couch. When you’re feeling this low, your boyfriend lets you lay over him. He knows how this eases your soul, he knows how this brings comfort to you. Sometimes, it hurts a bit to have all your weight on him but honestly, he’d move a mountain to just make you happier.
Once he’s all comfortable on the couch, he taps his chest, letting you know that you can lay on him now. Without any hesitations, you slowly place yourself on him, your head against his chest. His heartbeat is the first thing you hear once you’re on top of him, his sweet scent comforting you. His arms wrap around your back, pressing your body against his before he presses a soft kiss on top of your head.
The two of you look at the big screen against the wall in front of the couch. Before you arrived, he was watching ‘Friends’, one of his favorite shows. Jungkook puts the episode back so the two of you can watch it together from the beginning. It instantly lightens your mood, but what definitely helps you to feel better is the small caresses on your back.
“In one hour, we’re leaving, babe,” Jungkook whispers in your ear. “I’m taking you to a special place.”    
Jungkook is lucky enough to possess several houses all over the country as well as some others around the world. For the past year, he has been taking you to some of them so you can escape for a moment the harsh reality you’re living in. But there’s one house he hasn’t taken you to in over a year.
It’s in the countryside, it’s a very huge house that mostly his parents use whenever they want to be in peace. He also has been using it a lot whenever he wants to be with his friends or whenever he wants to spend some days with you. That’s exactly what he plans to do with you this weekend.
This past year has been tough for you, and today is more than hard. Although he wished you’d be better, he kind of expected to see you in this state. So he naturally planned this little outing for the weekend in hopes to help you feel better in any way.  
His fingers move up to brush your hair with tenderness.
“We’ll be gone for the weekend,” he tells you while your eyes are only focused on the episode of ‘Friends’ playing on the tv.
You simply nod. Honestly, today, you simply don’t care much about what you do with him. All that matters is to be with him, the rest is just details. You press a little kiss on his neck to let him know in some kind of way that you’re thankful for everything he does for you. Even if today, you’re feeling extremely empty and broken, you know that spending this weekend with him somewhere outside the city will help you.
A smile spreads across his face when he feels your lips against his neck. Small gestures of affection are something he cherishes deeply because even in the middle of the chaos that your life has become, he still feels loved by you. Something he honestly thought he would never feel again.
But you proved him wrong again and again.
You proved to him that even though you were broken you could still adore him. And it reassured him so many times because he almost lost hope a couple of times. This battle is not something you’re doing alone. It’s something you’re living with the people around you. Of course, you’re the one suffering the most but it affects the people close to you. They have to hopelessly watch you suffer.
They can only see you, give you a hand, and hope that it will be enough. They also have to fight their own battle to be able to be there every step of the way. They wipe their tears far from you to not cause you more pain. They have to stand strong when you break in their arms. It’s a battle for them too, but at least, seeing your improvement helps them to mend their broken heart.
They also have to mourn the version of you they lost.
Although they don’t say anything out loud, you’re perfectly aware of how this affects them. At first, getting better was something you were doing for them. At first, you wanted everything to go back to normal for them because of the pain you were putting them through. You constantly felt sorry for them, especially for Jungkook. But with time, you realized that you needed to do it for yourself and not for them.
Nobody could ever save you from your own pain. The only person who could and can heal you is yourself. You went through something deeply traumatizing that caused so many consequences. A post-traumatic stress disorder can’t be easily dealt with. It can’t be overcome with a simple snap. It’s a lot of work done with yourself to simply be a tiny bit better.
It took you months to start not feeling overwhelmed with your negative emotions. It took you months to start noticing a bit of improvement. It took you months to believe that people weren’t simply saying in vain that you’re a strong person. It took you months to stop having constantly mental breakdowns. It simply took you months to start feeling better.  
Even if today is a very bad day for you, you can say that you’re proud of the long journey you’ve achieved in one year. You’re perfectly aware that there’s still so much to achieve because you’re not okay a 100% but you have already done more than half of the way. There’s still so much to work on, and you’ve been thinking a lot lately to seek professional help for what’s left.
During the past year, you’ve been struggling by yourself, deciding to not involve any professional. Why? Honestly, you don’t know. It never crossed your mind since you wanted to handle everything by yourself and that your focus was put on getting better. But lately, you’ve been really considering asking for help.
Slowly, you fall asleep in his arms, finding comfort in the only person that can help you.
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As you gradually wake up, you feel lips pressing soft kisses all over your face. A little giggle escapes your lips when you realize that Jungkook is waking you up with fondness.
The man beneath you didn’t want to harshly wake you up, he actually didn’t want to wake you up at all but it’s better if you leave before the sun goes down. He doesn’t really like to drive in the dark, he doesn’t see really well. Plus, he wants to be able to cook dinner in his countryside house instead of eating some cold meal in the car.
“Wake up, little sleepy head.” He whispers in your ear before pressing another kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes slowly look up at the man lying beneath you. All you can see in his eyes is tenderness. Nothing else. Honestly, seeing it in his eyes always eases your soul.
“I’m awake, boo.”
His heart always melts when you call him boo. Out of all the nicknames you constantly give him, ‘boo’ is his favorite. Out of love, he presses another kiss on your forehead before you slowly stand up to leave the couch.
“Do you want to go to your place to pick up some clothes? or the ones you always leave here will be enough for a weekend?”
Since that traumatic event, you’ve been living between your apartment, his place, and your parents’ house. You don’t really have a place but Jungkook and your parents don’t want you to be alone for a long time. They are just scared of what could happen if they are not around you, and you can understand them. So, you just move around the three places.
Before giving him an answer, you head to his bedroom to check if you have enough panties and bras for the weekend. For the rest, wearing his comfy clothes would be perfect for you. No need to go to your place just for some piece of clothing, especially since you know there will be just the two of you.
Jungkook follows you to his bedroom since he needs to pack all the things that are in his room. While you check in his wardrobe, he takes a black bag that he places over his bed before joining you to grab some underwear.    
“It’s okay, I have all I need here.” You tell him once he’s next to you.
“Okay, honey.” He says before placing a soft kiss on top of your head. “Let’s grab some clothes, put them on the bag, and leave the apartment.”
You nod with your eyes closed, eyes that you closed when he placed that soft kiss on your head. The two of you gather all your things really quickly before leaving his apartment. As you head to the elevator to go to the parking lot of the building, you send a text to your parents to let them know that you’ll be out of town for the weekend.
Jungkook firmly holds the bag in his strong hand while his other hand holds yours almost as if he’s scared you’ll run away from him. The descent to the -1 level is quite fast, and you walk to his car in silence. There’s nothing to say yet and you’re still a bit sleepy.
Once you’re both inside the car, Jungkook starts to drive, heading to his countryside house. Inside the familiar and appeasing car, your eyes slowly shut down once again. All those negative emotions drained your soul, and you need some rest now. Your boyfriend notices it and simply focuses on the road before his eyes.
For a little while, the music playing in the car is the only thing that can be heard. It was really comforting to you but everything changes when ‘Lose you to love me’ by Selena Gomez starts playing.
“This song is so heartbreaking,” you start saying. “I really can’t understand how someone can leave their lover during a tough moment. Nobody deserves that.”
The song has broken your heart a million times although you weren’t living what Selena Gomez was singing. Of course, you already experienced heartbreak but it was long before the song was released because you’ve been with Jungkook for a long time already.  
“Some people are cowards,” Jungkook answers. “Some people find it easier to leave when someone is hurting instead of helping them to get better.”
You place your hand on his thigh. He’s right, some people prefer to run away when things get harder instead of helping their lovers. In the end, you believe it shows their true feelings as well as their strength.
“Some people aren’t as strong as you are.” You say before giving a good squeeze in his thigh.
Without him, you’d be completely lost today. That’s a certainty. You don’t need somebody else to confirm it for you. Without him, you’re not even sure you’d be standing here today. This man sitting right next to you saved your life.  
“I’m not necessarily a strong person, but I adore you. I simply want you to be happy, and I’d move a mountain for that.”
The proof is that he’s taking you right now to his countryside house. This is what truly matters to him, and although he’s aware it won’t make you happy in the long run, he knows that it will ease your heart for a moment.
“I’m lucky to have found you, boo,” your eyes never leave his face.
“And I’m the luckiest to share my days with a strong person.”
A smile appears on your face before you take his hand to press a soft kiss on it. This man brings so much comfort to you. To say that you’re lucky to have him by your side is more than an understatement. A life without him is something you don’t even want to think about because it would be worse than all the pain you have experienced in the past year.
“How can you turn such a bad day into a better one?” You ask before pressing another kiss on his hand.
Now, he’s the one smiling like an idiot because the only thing that truly matters to him is to make your day a tiny bit better.
“I didn’t do anything, I’m just being honest with you, honey,” he answers with his eyes focused on the road.
“Well, thank you for being here and for being honest, boo.” You tell him.  
For a moment, Jungkook just thinks about what to say because he doesn’t want that pretty smile on your face to disappear. Inevitably, he knows that it will go away. Today is such a special day, and he knows that it’s torturing your soul even when you have the biggest smile on your face.
“The past year has been tough for everyone, especially for you but all I care about is to be by your side, and to show you that days can get better.”
Your eyes quickly roam at the road before you, your mind thinking about what this day represents to you.
“Days are getting better, Jungkook and without your support, they would have never gotten better. You’ve been my rock in the middle of this hurricane, I’ve been holding on to you. That’s why I haven’t let go. That’s why I’m still standing.”
Those words are definitely something he never thought he would ever hear, but it definitely feels so good to hear them. It makes every fight worth it even more.
“I may have helped you, honey but we both know that you’re still here because you want it.” His hand moves to your thigh before softly caressing it. “You should give more credit to yourself, babe! You’re a goddamn warrior, and I swear that I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
Hearing someone complimenting you is something you’ll never get used to. Even when it comes from your boyfriend. Sometimes it feels like they’re talking about a complete stranger that you’ve never met when they’re talking about you.
“I know but I just want to make sure you’re aware of the impact you have on my recovery journey.” You reply to him.
“I’m aware of it, babe.”  
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The arrival at his countryside house was smooth.
After arriving there, you started cooking with all the things you took from his apartment. Nothing too fancy but it was a good meal. You had a call with your parents to reassure them but outside that, you haven’t really used your phone so far.
Since that traumatic event, you haven’t really been a lot on your phone. Most of the time, it’s a device that simply keeps you in contact with the rest of the world but only when you want it. You can literally spend hours without talking to anyone, but that’s okay for you because it keeps you safe which is something you desperately need.
Now, you and Jungkook are lying on the bed of the biggest room of the house. Your head is placed on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat being the only thing you can hear. There isn’t any outside noise. The tv in the room isn’t even turned on.
“This house is too big for the two of us,” you say.
“Well, who cares?” He says with a big smile on his face. “We’re alone and we’re going to have the best weekend of our lives!”
You lift your head to be able to look at him. He looks so handsome which makes your heart melts instantly.
Over the past year, your sex life was immensely impacted by your mental health. You and Jungkook went from having an active sex life to almost nothing, but it made you admire your boyfriend even more because never did he try or ask anything from you. He never hid from you that he masturbated a lot since it was a sudden shock but honestly, to him, his desires weren’t as important as your well-being.
Masturbation was the solution that he found to make sure his head would be able to focus on you when you needed him.
However, slowly, you’ve been making him understand that you’re feeling ready to get back to the business. For the past weeks, you’ve been having oral sex and nothing more. You’re exploring together your limits. There’s no rush in having penetrative sex, you have all the time to explore and see what makes you now comfortable.
Since you’ve been having these little sexual activities, your mind sometimes gets completely lost in dirty thoughts. But it’s not because you’ve been having wild dreams about you and Jungkook that it means that you’re ready. Honestly, you’ve only been feeling ready for the last couple of days.
Being here, in this house with him only makes you realize that you really are ready to go further than oral sex. You’re ready to explore more with the man you love. Honestly, you’re ready to try things right now as the mood is perfect.  
“I feel ready,” you suddenly say.
“Ready for what, babe?” He asks while raising an eyebrow.
Your heart starts hammering strongly in your chest. Even if you’re comfortable enough to speak about everything with your boyfriend, you’re still a bit scared of what his reaction might be.
“Ready to have actual sex with you.”
Your boyfriend is extremely surprised by your words. He knew this day would come but he never expected it to come this fast.
“I’m ready to let you show me how much you love me.”
A smile spreads across his face as you use those words. Every time sex is mentioned, he always says that he wants to take his time before physically showing you how much he loves you.
Instead of replying with words, his lips press against yours for a fervent kiss. He’s more than ready to give you all his love because that’s all he constantly wants to do. His heart burns for you, and his dick easily gets hard when you’re around but that’s something he’ll probably mention in a couple of days or weeks.  
Slowly, your hand moves down on his body, getting dangerously close to his cock. The simple thought of feeling your hand around him makes him grow harder. Thankfully for you, your boyfriend is only wearing his underwear right now since he loves to sleep almost naked. Without an ounce of hesitation, you take out the only clothing piece from his body, his cock slapping against his abs.
You break the kiss to take a look at the beast between his legs. It always surprises you how massive he is, and it always leaves you wondering how on earth he can walk with something like that in between his legs. You actually wonder how he can do that when his cock gets hard.
“Can I touch you, Kook?” You ask him.
With his eyes closed, he nods. He’s completely desperate to feel your fingers around him, knowing perfectly that he’ll come undone when you’ll touch him. But he fucking doesn’t care because that will only lead to feeling your velvety walls around him for the first time in over a year.  
As you’re so desperate in pleasing him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan leaves his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.      
“Damn, honey,” he growls. “I constantly miss your fairy hands.”
Slowly, you start pumping him, taking your time, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow, giving him the handjob he has been dreaming about. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving deeply how you’re touching him.
As you pump his massive length with your hands, you never stop looking at him. You absolutely love to watch him melt in your hands, and honestly, for the past weeks, you have been enjoying seeing him contorting with delight every time you touch him. Those moments are very unique.
Since your life has been turned upside down, you’ve been enjoying a lot of small moments. Moments that you used to consider as unnecessary. Oral sex with Jungkook used to be like the introduction, and today, you just simply savor it. In the end, it’s still an intimate moment you share with your boyfriend even if it’s dirty.    
After a little while, you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, causing deeper and louder moans to leave his mouth. Damn, over the past days, while planning all the things you’ll both be doing in this house, receiving a blowjob was definitely not on his mind which makes this moment even better. You lick his tip, his precum coating your wet muscle before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down fully on his length.
“Fuck,” he groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him.
He swears that he’s about to fall apart, covering your mouth with his cum. Your eyes look up to meet with his but as you do so, he busts right there, his hot seed filling that pretty mouth of yours. Jungkook is just a weak man, especially when you’re added to the mix.
The thing about not having a lot of sexual intercourse in months is that it makes every moment magical. So magical that none of you actually last really long but the intensity of the orgasms is a million times stronger than any of the ones you’ve ever had before.  
For example, he didn’t see this one coming, but damn, he swears that he can feel it in every single part of his body. Nothing feels better than having sex with you. Nothing feels better than being with you.
Slowly, he comes down from his high, your mouth leaving his cock to just watch him being completely overwhelmed with his orgasm. He looks like an absolute angel. The prettiest angel in the world. However, you also consider him as your guardian angel as he’s been the only person to protect you during the past horrible year.  
“Do you have condoms here?” You raise the question.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He answers. “I wasn’t expecting this to happen so I need to check my wallet.”
For sure, there aren’t any condoms in this house because he doesn’t want his parents to find them. It will make everyone so uncomfortable, especially him. He’s perfectly aware that his parents have seen his little beast as he grew up but condoms are something else. It will actually let them know that you both have an active sexual life which doesn’t make him comfortable at all.    
While he stands up to grab his wallet, you decide to surprise him a bit more. Since you have all this confidence within you at the moment, you want to use it as much as possible because for sure, in a couple of minutes, it won’t be the case anymore. You lay on your back as you take off the large t-shirt of his that you’re using as a pajama and your underwear. As you do so, your eyes never cease to look at his strong back while he looks for a condom.
“Found one!” He screams when he finds one in his wallet.  
When Jungkook gets back on the bed with his condom in his hand, he bites his bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, honey,” he whispers in your ear before pressing a sweet kiss right under it, sending shivers down your body. “You’re sure you’re ready?”
Although he really wants to do it, he also wants to be 100% sure you want this. Even if you’ve already teased him a bit, he can wait a little longer for you.  
“I am, boo.” You press your lips against his to kind of make him understand that you’re truly sincere.
“Then, let’s do this!” He presses one final kiss before ripping the plastic, and putting the condom on his length.
You spread your legs to let him situate himself in between them, but you’re also letting him see your soaked folds. On his knees, he gets closer to your body, brushing his cock against your pussy, and getting you even wetter. He wants you to be as wet as possible to be ready for his massive cock.
When he feels that you’re wet enough, he slowly buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.  
This stretch is something you missed, and it’s even better than in your dreams. It’s so delightful that it causes your eyes to roll back. Honestly, it hurts a bit but right now, you’re focused on everything but the pain it’s causing. All you want is to enjoy this moment.  
Jungkook leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a deeper moan out of you. “I’ve missed this so much, babe,” his deep voice groans in your ear.
Slowly your boyfriend pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. Although he has always loved rough sex, he wants this special moment to be all about love and nothing more. He doesn’t want to hurt you during your first time after this whole trauma. So, he carefully pushes his cock fully inside you, trying to be as delicate as possible.
For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes roam down on your body, appreciating the piece of art that you are. During a brief moment, his eyes get glued to where your bodies meet, watching himself buried deep inside you. It feels like the last time it happened was ages ago. His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss before leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your neck.
“I’ve missed this so much, honey,” he whispers against your neck before pressing a tender kiss.  
His gentle voice warms your heart. It’s obvious that he’s doing everything to be the sweetest with you. You know how much he’s into rough sex, how much he loves this to be extremely dirty, and you also used to love it. You appreciate all the effort he’s doing to make you feel safe at this precise moment.
That’s also why you love this man with all your soul.
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. This feels like something completely new but at the same time, it feels like being back home. This feeling is extremely weird but in a good way.
Once he sees that you’re ready to take more, he slowly pulls back before slamming himself back into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your soft moans quickly fill the room.
Slowly, your boyfriend starts to thrust into you, and he’s being extra careful to not hurt you. Quickly, you get completely drunk on the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock.
Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. Even if this moment isn’t wild, he’s loving to see that your body is positively responding to his pounding. His cock is buried deep inside you that you swear you can almost feel it on your throat. This man definitely owns the biggest cock you’ve ever seen in your life.  
“You’re so fucking wet, honey,” he hisses before biting his lower lip.
Your boyfriend definitely couldn’t hold back that comment, he’s definitely enjoying seeing your arousal around his cock. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him.
“And making such a mess on my cock.”
Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. This is driving him crazy as he hasn’t seen this in over a year. Even for him, everything feels new but at the same time, completely normal.
His eyes glance down at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, and you’re thankful that there’s nobody else in this house or even in the surroundings of the house because it’d be awkward to know people could hear you screaming with pleasure.
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further. Although he’s being very delicate with you, he just knows how to pleasure you perfectly.  
“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, babe.”
As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He simply can’t believe this is really happening. Never had he thought while preparing this little weekend that he’ll have sex again with the love of his life.
Slowly, he starts thrusting into you with more urgency as he gets completely lost in the feeling of having your walls tightly around him. Jungkook leans again forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. With time, you’ve started to realize that he loves to kiss you, he can spend a day doing it, and you also love it because it brings so much comfort to your broken soul. It reassures you in ways you can’t even describe.
One of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot, causing moans to flood out of your mouth. It doesn’t take long before the wave of pleasure hits you intensely, making you come hard around him. Your arousal covers completely his cock, your walls squeezing him over and over again.
Jungkook ceases the occasion to speed up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. His eyes roll back with pleasure when his orgasm hits him hard. His body tenses up as he releases his load inside the condom. Loud cries of euphoria leave his lips.
He collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this first sex session after your trauma. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in the bedroom.
“Wow, babe,” are the only words your boyfriend says.
The man lying next to you is completely overwhelmed by his orgasm, he can’t even think straight. Well, neither can you do the same. This was marvelous, and in some way, this made you forget about all the bad emotions inside you.  
“How are you feeling?” He asks while he removes the condom from his length.
“Good,” you say as your eyes glance at him.
Jungkook leaves the bed to throw the condom full of his cum in the garbage can. He comes back to bed completely naked but before laying on the bed, he grabs the shirt you throw on the floor to give it to you.
“I don’t want you to get cold, honey,” he whispers before pressing a tender kiss on your cheek.
“Don’t worry, boo,” you press too a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing bad will happen to me if you’re around.”
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backseat bickers | jjk
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plot | In which you ended up in the backseat of your brother’s car after a disaster date, beside his best friend. The most hated person of yours.
words | 1.7k+
genres |  fluff, crack, enemies to ?????? (not really sure but totally sure that they are enemies)
pairing | brother’s bestfriend!jungkook x reader
warnings |  immature jungkook and mc, language, implied sex 
note  | this is a product of my impulsive writings. i don’t even know if i can categorize this as fluff.  any errors you see, i say sorry in advance.
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The wind blows through your thin, sparkly mini dress as you waited on a parking lot near in the bar where you had your worst date in your dating history. Keith, the jerk who asked you out for a second date, got intoxicated pretty much quickly. Thirty minutes in the club, you found him making out with a random girl in front of the restroom. You should have known the guy was an asshole when he talked too much about himself in your first date, only asking a couple of questions to you. You were too carried away by Keith’s charming looks and smooth talking that it made you take a chance on him again.
It had already been eight minutes since you called your brother to pick you up since Keith drove the two of you here. You could have ask Yeri, your roommate, but you know she’s busy with her readings. You don’t want to disturb her. You shivered a little with the cold puff of air again. You tried warming up yourself against the coolness, rubbing your arms with your palms. Not long after, you spotted a familiar, black car. The windows were tinted dark but you already know who it was. You immediately opened the door to the passenger seat.
“Thank you, Ho— Oh!” you stopped as you saw his girlfriend sitting there, smiling to you. “Hi, Faye.”
Being the shy and sweet girl she is, Faye mumbled a small hello before Hoseok told you to sit on the back, pointing his thumb behind him. You were quick to notice the guy in the backseat who sports an awfully familiar smug smile.
“Hello, Y/N.” his voice teased.
You gently closed the door to the passenger seat and opened the other one, unintentionally stamping it close out of annoyance. You slumped to your seat as the strong fragrance from the man seating just a few inches away from you enters your nostrils. You did not even looked at him. Just like your any other interactions, he was the first one to start a conversation.
“Hello, Y/N.” he greeted you again.
Although you were staring ahead the road, you can tell by your peripheral that he’s still wearing that grin.
“Jeon.” you responded shortly, trying to keep your calm.
Ever since you were younger, you had this unknown hatred with Jungkook. The first time you met him was way, way back. It was when Hoseok, your older brother, invited him at your house to play with him. Your first encounter was not great since he accidentally stepped on your favorite Barbie doll, which resulted to it having a broken leg. He denied it with wide, doe eyes while you cry to your mom about it. Though Jungkook’s mother bought you the very same doll the next day, he still denied the damage he caused to your toy, even calling you a crybaby. However, his and Hoseok’s friendship still progressed over the following years, which resulted to more encounters between you two. From breaking your toy, he transformed to this annoying guy that everyone around you adored. You honestly wondered how your seemingly mature and wise brother is best friends with a guy who loves fucking around.
Before Jungkook can even say anything, you turned your attention to Hoseok.
“Thanks for picking me up, Hobi,” you spoke out, a lot softer this time.
“Yeah, no problem. How did you even ended up in that bar? I thought you hated that place.” he asked as he drives.
You bit your inner cheek as you work your gears in mind to tell an explanation. With Jungkook beside you, you hate to admit about having a bad date. You don’t want to hear another teasing joke from him, knowing he did it to you few years back in high school when he saw you on your first date crying. Same scenario. Hoseok picked you up with Jungkook after your date didn’t came back when he said he needs to go to the restroom. It was the first rejection you had and you swore you hears Jungkook giggling when he saw your dejected face. 
“I... uhm... I just want to try something new.” you explained.
Your brother nodded, “Well, next time, have someone to be with you. It’s safer that way.”
He sounds like your dad. But it was understandable since he’s just concern. You’re actually glad that he is not that overprotective brother and always have your back in everything.
“You can tag along with us next time we’re going to another party.” he recommended which you only responded with a small thank you.
“It’s a bad date, isn’t it?”
Suddenly, you felt a small whisper beside you. Your hands formed into fists as you turned your head to him.
“No.” you whispered back before a tight-lipped smile.
Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows before leaning back to his seat, still looking straight at you, “Yeah, definitely.”
It felt like a sarcastic remark. Your mouth slowly opened as your tongue poked one of you cheeks. You finally stared back at him, “No, it was not a bad date. As I said, I wanted to try something new.”
“A little defensive, aren’t we?” His nose scrunched at the end of his statement. “You don’t have to explain again. Plus, I think you look great. Whoever caused your disaster date is not you. Probably, that asshole who brought you to that bar.”
And there, it happened. Your first eyeroll for this car ride. Everytime you are somewhere with Jungkook, it’s like your eyes is already used to rolling itself. While he enjoys, the same expression from you every time. You hate how he’s good at observing things.
“What is he even doing here?” you turned to your brother and looked at him through the rear view mirror.
“Jungkook came with us to Taehyung’s party.” he simply answered. 
Hoseok’s already used to this banter you have with Jungkook. For almost two decades of being in between you two, it’s already normal for him. Also to his longtime girlfriend, Faye, who’s also been with him ever since middle school.
You spoke again, a bit aggressive, “Don’t tell me this guy don’t have a car because I know he does—”
“Yeah, I do.” Jungkook cut you off, sounding more cocky, while he smirked. Like he’s remembering every single thing he did in that car, making your face cringed with any possible scenario happened there.
You rolled your eyes before continuing, “Then, why is he here?”
You heard Hoseok sighed again before answering, “It’s in the shop. It broke down last week.”
“So, you’ve been third wheeling them for a week now?” you quipped to Jungkook, just to tease him. “Faye, how can you even let this man disturb you guys for almost a week now?!”
Faye, who just listens with you guys, giggled. She enjoys whatever going on between you and Jungkook quietly. You know that her nice and mature persona will not join in your bicker. She usually just smiles and giggles.
“Excuse me, I am not a disturbance!” Jungkook declared, more defensive that you a while ago.
“Yeah, he’s basically our child now. He also sleeps in our apartment sometimes.” Faye joked, which was really rare, making you and your brother laughed.
“Hey, Faye! I cook for you guys as gratitude for that. I also clean before I leave.” Jungkook defended himself again.
It’s funny how Jungkook became the center of the joke quickly, contrasting his usual popular cool guy image he had when they were in college. Hobi, Faye, and Jungkook are all one year ahead of you. They graduated a year ago while you still have few months until you finish your studies. And until now, your campus recognizes you as the sister of Hoseok. You’re not mad about it. But you get irritated when they ask you about Jungkook. Since your brother is friends with him, they assume you could help them with their desire to get close with Jungkook. Again, he likes to fuck around and even anyone. You know that you’re an exception since you hates him and you’re pretty glad you do. 
“Well, at least I don’t ask someone to drive me around because I’m scared of driving.” Jungkook suddenly uttered while looking straight at you as he tilted his head. You heard Faye and Hoseok giggling.
“I have my reasons, okay?!” you explained.
“Yeah. Reason number one: You are a terrible driver.” Jungkook teased again. “You can’t even park a car straight.”
You dramatically gasped with his personal attack, “You know what? Fuck you.”
“Sure. When?” he snapped back with his infamous, irritating smirk.
Your eyebrows scrunched together, rolling your eyes again, “Ugh! I hate you!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” he winked at you, making you fuming with anger more.
Instead of answering again, you just turned your back to him and faces the window. Jungkook flirts a lot, especially with you in these kinds of banters. And you both know he can make you shut up with those coy actions. He is aware of his charms ever since puberty hit him gracefully. And you hate that it can affect you like this. Yeah, you hated him since childhood. And him, looking gorgeous more and more every year fueled up to the fact that you should hate him. You promised yourself that you won’t feed his ego with admitting that you understand why people around you likes him. So, yeah, maybe you kinda likes him. But he’s still the same kid you destroyed you favorite doll before.
  “Hobi, do you have any jacket?” you asked your brother when he pulled down the windows.
“Faye’s wearing it already.” he replied, still driving.
You see Faye removing it and you quickly stop her, “No, Faye. Wear it. It’s fine.”
You just quietly leaned back to your seat and hugged your chilling frame for comfort. The fresh air outside the vehicle made you relaxed, making you close your eyes. Although you heard a rustling beside you, you chose to keep your eyes close and let tiredness take you away.
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“And we’re here.”
Hobi stopped the car in front of an apartment building. Both him and his girlfriend waited for you to say something or get off the car. But it remained quiet. They later heard little snores behind them. Turning their heads at the backseat. They spotted you leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder, both peacefully asleep, as Jungkook’s black jacket rested on you like a blanket.
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blu-joons · a day ago
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Jealous In Pregnancy ~ Kim Seokjin
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Your heart sunk as you watched Jin and the stylist out of the corner of your eye, catching the moment his hand brushed through her hair. Your eyes looked away, letting go of a sigh as you tried to push what was going on to the back of your mind.
The dressing room was a mess as everyone sorted themselves out after the concert, with you staying quiet in the corner, keeping you and your bump out of any harm.
Your distance from the rest of the group hadn’t been ignored though, as Namjoon soon appeared by your side, looking between you and your bump to make sure that you were both alright.
“Do you want to go?” Namjoon asked, offering you a weak smile.
You pointed across to where Jin was as he continued to laugh with the stylist. You kept a close eye on Namjoon as he looked to see what was playing on your mind, sensing the worst when you noticed a lump run down his throat.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Namjoon assured, looking back to you, “you don’t need to worry about any of that Y/N, you’re pregnant after all.”
You smiled back across at Namjoon, trying not to panic about what you were watching unfold. “No one touches someone like that just because, do you think he’s forgotten that I’m here?”
Namjoon could only shrug, truthfully, he wasn’t quite sure of the answer at all. He trusted Jin, and he knew just how excited he was to become a dad too, there was no way that Jin would risk doing anything that could ruin that for him.
“Don’t let it get to you,” Namjoon encouraged, noticing you staring at the duo once again, “you don’t need to stress yourself out, just think about the baby instead.”
At the mention of your baby, Jimin looked around too as he walked across to one of the mirrors to take his make up off. Namjoon quickly let him in on what was going on as Jimin’s eyes widened as he took a look at what was going on.
“It’s not me being stupid, is it Chim? Am I overreacting getting jealous about this?”
Jimin’s head shook in reply, “I think you just need to speak to him,” he encouraged, “I’m sure there’s some reasonable explanation for what the two of them are laughing about, or why he keeps touching her hair like that.”
“You know what, I’m just going to wait on the bus.”
Before you could be called back, you grabbed your bag and left the dressing room, letting go of a sigh of relief as you walked along the corridor. Your mind was in overdrive as you walked, struggling to make sense of what was going on, with your baby brain not helping you to understand why Jin was acting like he was in front of you.
As you left the room, Namjoon and Jimin immediately made their way across to Jin, pulling him away from his conversation. He shrugged the two of them off, but they didn’t back down, cornering Jin into a spot that was a little more private.
“What are you playing at?” Jimin snapped across at him, “Y/N’s gone because she’s fed up of being ignored and watching you touch that stylist.”
“Gone? Gone where?” Jin panicked, looking between the two of them, “I haven’t done anything wrong; I was just talking to her about different ideas for the show.”
“Luckily for you, she’s only gone to the tour bus.”
Jin didn’t give the two of them a chance to say anything else as he sprinted out of the dressing room and out of the arena. As he reached the car park, he was relieved to see a light on in the tour bus, knowing that you were inside.
The sound of the tour bus door flying open made you jump as you sat on the sofa at the end of the bus, glancing along the corridor. A groan came from you as you saw Jin looking around, smiling weakly as his eyes landed on you.
“Y/N,” he whispered, slowly walking towards you, perching on the end of the sofa.
It was obvious to Jin straight away that you had gotten upset, with your cheeks reddened. Your hands rested over your baby bump, reminding yourself to keep calm, not wanting to get too stressed and end up doing your baby any harm.
“I’m not too sure what I’ve done, but I’m sorry,” he spoke, keeping his eyes on your bump, “I had no idea what I was doing was upsetting you, but I was just talking to the stylist, fixing her hair when I noticed that she had something in it.”
Your head nodded, keeping your eyes to the ground, “is that all that happened?”
Jin’s eyes widened in surprise as he quickly picked up on what you were hinting at. “Do you think that we did something more? Is that why you’ve come in here because you think I’m doing something that I shouldn’t.”
“It’s not that Jin, but the smile on her face was irritating,” you told him, keeping your voice quiet, “maybe my hormones are heightened whilst I’m pregnant.”
Jin’s head shook back at you, refusing to let you invalidate your feelings. Of course, things were heightened whilst you were pregnant, but it was obvious to Jin that what had happened had still left you feeling uncomfortable.
Although he felt as if he had done nothing wrong, knowing that you felt as if he had done something wrong was enough for Jin to know he needed to apologise. At times he lacked awareness, and as your self-confidence hit a new low whilst pregnant, Jin knew that he needed to pay attention to you a little more often.
“I’m sorry if you felt like there was anything going on,” Jin told you, “but if you’re feeling jealous, then there really is no reason for you to feel that way Y/N.”
Your head nodded as you let go of a deep breath, trying to keep yourself composed and not let things get to you even more than they already had.
Your plan didn’t work though, as you felt a hot tear of frustration roll down your cheek. Jin immediately shuffled along the sofa as he spotted you wipe underneath your eye, dabbing against your cheek with the sleeve of his jumper.
“Please don’t get upset,” Jin requested in a whisper.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re pregnant Y/N, you’ve got to take care of yourself,” Jin reminded you, “and I know that you’re feeling alone right now, and things are all a bit up in the air, but I promise you that you don’t need to be jealous about anything to do with me and work.”
Your head rested down against his shoulder, “you probably think I sound ridiculous right now, this is your job, they’re your colleagues and here I am thinking that you’re up to something stupid. I love being pregnant, but I’m all over the place right now Jin, I have no idea what’s going on most of the time these days.”
“Things will get easier,” he encouraged, “you don’t need to explain all of this to me either, I understand how you’re feeling.”
You smiled appreciatively back across at Jin, “I wish that I didn’t feel this way, I wish things that usually wouldn’t bother me would stop bothering me right now.”
“Y/N, everyone gets how hard this is for you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I can’t be mad at you for feeling how you feel.”
“This is still where you work though Jin.”
His shoulders shrugged, “I don’t care where in the world we are, when you’re feeling worried or emotional, all you have to do is tell me. Your feelings are never ridiculous, especially whilst you’re pregnant too.”
“I don’t deserve you to be this understanding of me when I’ve just walked away, I should have understood what was going on.”
“Let’s just forget about it all, things are alright.”
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krreader · a day ago
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love me one day.
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pairing: park jimin x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff ; hints of angst word count: 1.7k+
summary: when two people are destined to be together, they’re always going to find a way for their happy ending.
a/n: it’s always very frustrating when I think about wanting to write but then not being able to. today, though, I was. so enjoy <3 (also, tumblr won’t let me upload gifs????? the fuck is going on???)
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You took a deep breath in when you finally stepped out of the airport, a small smile spreading on your face when you heard the language that you grew up with, but haven't heard in years.
“There you are,” your childhood friend screamed in happiness, embracing you before you could even really realize who she was. After a second of initial shock, though, you hugged her as tightly as she did you, “Wow, I can't believe you're finally here.”
“Me neither,” you chuckled.
You grew up in South Korea and lived here till you were a teenager, then your parents decided to move abroad due to a job opportunity. It was... hard. Leaving everything you knew and loved so much behind, but in hindsight, you were also glad for it. Because of the move, you were able to enroll in a fantastic university and were now looking at a bright future ahead of you... one that you would like to begin where it all started... here.
“I'm surprised you decided to stay in Seoul and not go to Busan,” she grabbed one of your suitcases and started walking towards her car.
“I'll go there too, but I have a job interview on Tuesday here. I figured I'd stay the couple days, then drive down.”
“Lucky me, then,” she grinned from ear to ear.
You packed both of your suitcases in the trunk of her car, then got in.
“Thank you for picking me up, by the way,” you said as you put on the seat belt.
“Of course. Gives me the chance to catch up with you. Though there is this little party tonight that I thought we could go to. Maybe have dinner first, then go there?”
“Already?” you laughed, “You're not even letting me letting me catch my breath, huh?”
“I haven't seen you in ten years and from what you told me, you're going to be really busy. I want to make the best out of it.”
You let out a laugh and nodded, “Alright. Let me just have a nap before that then.”
You talked about mundane things throughout the car ride, exchanged info on each other's family, asked about job, university and friends... before the topic of relationships came up.
“You're still single?”
“Yep,” you replied with a small smile, “Fresh start.”
She was quiet for a moment and you thought that the conversation was just over, but she actually carefully thought about how to word her next question, “Have you... spoken to... Jimin recently?”
“Jimin? Park Jimin?”
“Yes.”
“No... why would I?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “We broke up over ten years ago.”
She shrugged, “The two of you were serious and it seemed like you moving away hit both of you pretty hard. Just thought you might keep in contact with him after.”
“We did for a while, but once he debuted it got less and less. Haven't talked to him inyears now,” you turned your head to look at her, “Why are you asking?”
“Well... you see... we still talk every now and again and we met up three weeks ago, the two of us and a bunch of others from class to have dinner and... I might have let it slip that you're coming.”
“And?”
“He said he'd like to see you.”
Didn't matter that you hadn't talked to him in years, the moment you heard that, your heart started to beat faster. Did he still think about you every now and again? The one that you once thought was the love of your life?
When you moved, leaving him behind was the hardest thing. He was the biggest reason you wanted to stay and leaving broke both of your hearts. You promised you'd keep in contact and at least remain friends, but that didn't work out.
Still... hearing that he might still think about you from time to time made you happy.
“That'd be cool. I'd like to catch up with him.”
She beamed immediately. There was no bad blood between the two of you, so she should have expected you to say yes, but you never know... a broken heart takes years to heal, if it ever even does.
Your friend dropped you off at your hotel where you instantly fell into bed when you checked into your room.
You had decided to meet up at 7, so you literally spent all day catching up on sleep before meeting her for dinner. It was just the two of you, super chill and nice with traditional Korean food that you haven't had in years. At around 9, you decided to head to that party your friend had told you about before.
One thing she, intentionally, forgot to mention, was that it was only a small gathering with all the guys and girls from school that you used to be friends with that now lived in Seoul. It was only around ten people, all former friends that you were more than happy to see. A nice surprise... and an even bigger one when you were face to face with someone you hadn't expected to see in such a place.
“Surprised?” Jimin laughed with a drink in his hand, “When I got the invite and heard you were coming, I had to come too.”
“Oh my god,” you couldn't help but hug him. When your friend mentioned him before, you thought that you might be able to meet up for coffee in the next weeks, not that you'd see him the same day you'd arrive.
The crowd around you quickly dispersed, wanting to give you two the reunion you deserved.
Jimin wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
“Can't believe you're back,” he whispered, “I missed you.”
You didn't reply, but you smiled and hid it in his shoulder, the tightening of your grip was answer enough for him, though.
You remained in this state for a while longer before you made your way to a free couch and while you were extremely grateful for everyone that was here, you couldn't bring yourself to talk to anyone but Jimin. However, the others seemed more than okay with that. After all, everyone in this room spent years with the two of you when you were a couple. They knew how much you used to love each other and how heartbroken you were when the relationship ended.
“I'm sorry I haven't texted for so long,” Jimin said eventually, “Life got... complicated.”
“That's not what I'd call it,” you smiled, “You've achieved your dreams. I'm so proud of you. Really.”
“Wasn't always my dream, you know?” he said quietly, but you could feel the honesty in his words and you knew what he meant by that. He quickly shook his head though and smiled again, “Anyway, now that you're back we should hang out more. Seoul is so different from Busan... I can show you around.”
“Aren't you a little too busy for that?”
“I'll make time,” he grinned with wiggling eyebrows.
And so he did. You didn't think he would find the time, but he did. Whenever he had a spare hour, he would call you and ask you to meet him for a coffee in this new and fancy café or walk around a neighborhood with so many fairy lights that you could swear you could hear the owners scream because of their electricity bill.
You had a lovely time together, really got to know each other again and were now at a point where you could call each other friends again... until one night, when the two of you spontaneously decided to drive down to Busan to surprise your family... and then also his, of course.
Before you did, though, you stopped at the beach to watch the sunset together.
“Feels like yesterday when we used to do this every week,” you said with a nostalgic smile.
“I wish it were,” he turned his head to look at you, “Things would have been very different if you had stayed.”
“You mean we'd be married with like five kids,” you snorted, referring to the many times that you thought you were pregnant because the two of you were too dumb to figure out proper protection.
“Yeah... don't you regret it? Not living that life?”
The question surprised you, but you didn't look at him, only at the ocean, “No point in regretting something like that. It happened and we now have to live with the life we got.”
Jimin looked down at his hands, playing with a ring on his middle finger, “What if it's not the life we want, though?”
You finally looked at him, waiting a moment before asking: “You're not happy?”
He let out a deep sigh, “I loved the last ten years. I loved every second of it. But seeing you again... being with you again...-” he looked up at you, “I don't want to make the same mistake twice.”
“The mistake being?” your heart skipped a beat, knowing the answer before he even said it.
“Letting you go.”
“I'm not going anywhere, Jimin,” you knew what he was getting at, but you needed more confirmation.
He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over it, “I want to ask you to marry me... because I feel like you're still the girl I feel in love with years ago. The last couple of weeks only showed me that nothing has changed between us.”
“I'd say yes.”
That surprised him. So much so that his mouth dropped open.
“You would?”
“You said it yourself. We spent years of our lives together... and now... it's like nothing ever changed. Only that this time, we're old enough to make our own decisions. Even if our parents will scold us for making this one, it's still ours to make.”
Jimin let out a laugh, then he cupped your other cheek, slowly leaning over to you until you could feel his lips on yours.
It was only a soft kiss, but it was enough for the two of you to know that this was right. The feelings that you had when you kissed each other was like years ago only... more.
This was right.
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jimilter · 2 days ago
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reflection (m) | k.nj. | teaser
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↳ COMING THIS MONTH ↲
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🎵 reflection by rm of bts promise by jimin of bts
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pairing: namjoon x reader
rating: m (18+)
genre: angst | drama | smut | fluff | strangers to lovers!au
summary: When his muse ran dry, his publisher suggested Namjoon to change sceneries in order to regroup his creative spirit, and he left the big city to land in this tiny restaurant on the beach. In his quest for inspiration, he has interacted with hundreds of travelers and realized that on the beach, every life’s a movie – some he connects with, some he likes, and some leave him confused. You fall into the last category, confounding him with your sad eyes and quiet smiles; and with the way poetry flows out of him when you’re around. But what happens when things start to careen towards intense feelings, and both of you have vastly different lives to go back to? Heartbreak.
warnings: reader is going through a lot, but trying </3 + joon is trying his best too, but he’s human </3 + hence, sad people :(
word count: ~15k (814 for the teaser)
note: yes, i’m posting a joon fic in taejin month, hi. (: i’m being a bit ambitious bec i am not done writing yet but i think we’ll pull through before christmas. not giving out a definite date, but yeah, y’all may expect this around christmas! 
this will be for virtue, vice and everything nice, a gorgeous wings album themed collab hosted by our own genius, talented and amazing, @missgeniality​. do check out the masterlist for the fics that have been released and the ones that are going to be! 💕
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"Hey," you greet him when your eyes make contact with his, smiling in an excited way that he has never seen you do before.
"H–hi," he stumbles, clearing his throat to collect himself. His gaze jumps from your face to the delicious looking food item you have placed before him. "Wow… what is this?"
You bounce on your toes a little at his appreciative exclamation, and Namjoon suddenly finds himself torn between wanting to look at you forever, or pulling you in a tight hug against his chest to protect you from the world and preserve this smile on your face. He ends up doing neither, because his gaze finds the dish again just as you start describing.
"Kimchi-jeon," you tell him, grin wide and eyes sparkling, "it's a pancake made with kimchi batter. I've wanted to try cooking this since I first saw it. Taste it and tell me how I did?"
Namjoon has his mouth open in a gape, boggled eyes staring at you in wonder. What the heck did Taehyung do to you? You've never smiled for so long or said a sentence consisting of so many words before.
"Namjoon?"
Goosebumps run across his skin at your articulation of his name, and he quickly blinks to break his focus away from you and on the dish before him.
"Y–yeah, of course." He hates himself for turning into a stuttering mess, but you have just caught him so off-guard, he is helpless!
Tentatively, he slices a piece of the thick, savory pancake and puts it in his mouth. You take this time to pull the chair opposite him and settle in, curious gaze fastened on his face.
Namjoon groans with the first chew, the burst of spicy, sour and sweet flavors on his tongue making speech next to impossible. He thumps the table with a palm, pulling his scrunched eyes open to peek at you between vigorous nods. 
"This is delicious, holy shit!" he finally manages to find his voice, raising both his hands up to beckon you into a high-five.
And then he freezes.
He is being too forward – you barely even initiate conversations with him, why is he—
Clap!
"Thank you so much, Joon!"
You…you responded to his high-five. With both your palms. Grinning like you are the happiest human being in the world.
And as he watches you tear a piece of the pancake for yourself, humming with wide eyes in appreciation of the taste, Namjoon cannot help it when his heart runs out of his chest and slots itself in yours.
He's falling. 
He's falling fast.
A fact that he revisits just a few hours later, when he is retiring to his room. 
He only meant to sweep a cursory glance at the waves from the patio where you usually sit, seeking comfort in the crashing blue waters as he has come to, when his eyes caught a solitary figure walking along the waves on the beach, through his window.
It doesn't take him more than five seconds to recognize you.
His heart jumps in his chest at the sight of you making contact with the water for the first time since you got here. You have only watched from afar and sometimes walked on the sand, but never got close enough to the waves splash your feet.
But now, you are.
You paint a beautiful picture – a gorgeous silhouette of a beautiful girl, walking towards him, while the moon shines behind you, dousing half of your form in its silvery glow.
Namjoon watches you mesmerized, frozen in his spot.
And he hasn't even had his fill – not that he believes he ever will – when suddenly, you stop walking. Turning fully around to face the vast water body, you turn your head up to look at the sky, your hair flying around.
For a few extended moments, you stay like that – until suddenly, your shoulders start to tremble, giving way to gut-wrenching sobs that echo around the empty place. 
Each sound and jerk of your shoulders drives a knife through Namjoon's heart. Respecting your privacy, he doesn't approach you, but his own eyes start to water when you collapse on the sand and hug your knees to your chest.
The lump in his throat is difficult to swallow, mind unable to comprehend why someone would hurt a soul as pure and precious as yours.
Sitting down on the patio, he watches you through sleepy eyes, unwilling to leave your vulnerable self completely by yourself out in the open.
He doesn't know when sleep befalls him, but he does feel a soft touch moving his hair off his forehead and then a blanket being placed over him.
we need the night's scenery more than anyone else. only i can console myself, nobody else. it's okay to shed the tears - but don't you tear yourself.
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note: the moonchild lyrics are actually poetry written by joon in the fic. you’ll understand better when you read the whole thing! hopefully v v soon <3
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ewwboys · 2 days ago
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Tramp
Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.
Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, and Crude humor
Duos• Prostitute! Chubby! Reader x Actor! Kim Seokjin
🎂Happy Birthday, Handsome!🎂
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I Hate All Men But When (Vol. 1)- A heartbreaker (Vol. 3)
The harsh downpour halted your slumber. The sudden relaxation of being covered in plush unnerved you. The only thing you could recall is fleeing for that creep-the rest in a blurry mess. You felt strange..but not in a bad way, observing your surroundings was a quick reminder you weren't at your rinky-dink apartment.
No, this is beyond you or anything your lint fulled pockets can buy.
Take this um robe you wake up wearing for example from fabric and quality you can tell this handmade masterpiece probably wasn’t sold at your local Walmart.
A mesh maroon-colored robe with fur on the cuffs and bottom, something an old fashion movie star diva would wear when she killed her father then collected the insurance money.
Matter of fact this whole room has expensive taste. Of course, you have bigger and better things to worry about like who the hell’s home you are in but honestly, you’ve been in much nastier circumstances like that time with the Thailand Mafia boss-
“Thank goodness, You're finally awake. I thought you may have suffered a head injury.”
A well-dressed man perhaps in his mid-twenties appeared you carrying a tray of what you assume to be food. The man had almond-shaped eyes, a common haircut, rosy cheeks (likely from the cold winds outside.), and puffy red lips.
“You fainted” He explained. “ I was simply worried about you and brought you in to take aid your wounds.” He speaks so properly. “Nothing more.”
“And the change of clothes was for kicks-?”
“Here...it’s hot cocoa.” He carefully passed a sparkly purple mug to you. The sweet aroma was a punch in the face so much so you forget to blow before taking a sip.
“Hot! Hot!” but yummy.
A small chuckle squeaked out the man from your whipped cream mustache. The man gently wiped the residue away with a handkerchief.
“Listen, Mister if your looking for a good time because of this I don’t owe you jack.” You shoved his hand into his chest, ripping the covers off you to stand up.
“Be careful, You’re stitches may come loose-“ The man made the mistake of grabbing you by your arm.
“Hands off the merchandise!” You brutally kicked the man off the bed and on to harsh wooden floor.
“Aish!” He gasped at the already throbbing pain in his back.
You made a seat out of his abdomen. “ Don’t get me wrong, your very handsome but sometimes it’s the looker who be the real creeps.” Giving up close and personal you whispered against his ear. “And I’m not going down that road again.”
You step on his chest to hold him down as you got up. You stomped off.
You were mean as a rattlesnake but had the appearance of a kitten by size. Your voice was like velvet and beauty is unmistakable. The man saw you out in displeasure yet adored your eccentric walk.
A woman as bold as you only come once in a lifetime so the man cried out.
“You’ll freeze out.” Could you hear the desperation in his voice?
“I’ll manage” You rebuttal over your shoulder. “ What do you care anyway, handsome? We just met.”
“I just-Whoever tried to harm you still may be out there-”
“Second verse same as the first, Why do you give a good goddamn what happens to me.” This time you actually did turn around and what a sight it was.
The man’s face was redder than a beet and you could practically see his heart thumping through his silk pajamas and just off that look you got the gist of it.
“What. Do you have a crush on me or something?” You teased.
The man’s Adam's apple jumped. “You are very beautiful.” He shamelessly admitted. “It’s hard nowadays to find someone whose beauty somewhat rivals my own.” He dusts himself off. “ So yes. I have drawn a liking to you.”
You rolled your eyes but you that you think about it; this place is way better than being out in the cold. Maybe you should take him up on his offer.
“Well, Mister?” You paused for him to fill in the blank.
“Kim Seokjin but World Wide Handsome is preferred.”
Despite his answer, you called him, Jin. “Jin, I might as well keep you company since my schedule is free.” You fell back on his mattress.
“You must be hungry. I'll cook dinner.” Jin walked off mumbling something about not having enough ingredients for kimchi.
The last time you had home cooking was back in your youth before your life transferred you into the Queen of sluts that you are today.
It's only a matter of time until he finds out what you are and become like all the others but it's fun to play dress-up even if it's for just a night. Right?
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bonny-kookoo · 4 hours ago
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𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 🔞 TEASER
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❓ General Tags: Established Relationship, Idol!Jungkook, little!Reader, Caregiver!Jungkook
⚠️ Warnings: smut, miscommunication, verbal fighting, age regression/Non sexual age play, Dom/Sub themes, Angst, near breakup, stigmatization (I don't know if it's spelled like that you get the point)
📑 A/N: this work obviously deals with daddy dom/little girl themes and age regression. If you're not comfortable with that, please do not read it, and look at my other works instead. I will not condone any shaming of sorts, and I'd like to yet again point out that this is all purely fictional.
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Jungkook and you have been together for more than a year now. However, as soon as the question drops why you're not living together yet, you both seem to have a broad collection of excuses as to why not. Maybe there's something else going on?
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You're still very much under the influence of the anesthetic from your dentist appointment- which means that at least for a short moment, Jungkook can pretend. Pretend that's what he's able to do all the time with you. Pretend that he doesn't have to worry about letting you know about any of his thoughts.
"Come on small fry, you need to nap." He chuckles, inked hand grabbing onto the hood of your sweater as you're on your way into the kitchen- comically stopping you from going any further towards your goal.
"But koo!" You whine, voice still a little muffled from the cotton in your cheek. "I'm hungry!" You pout at him, and he smiles, pulling you towards him albeit with reluctance on your side- your innocently angry stare almost too much for his heart to handle.
"I know, but you can't eat anything for the next few hours baby." He explains, and your eyes glisten a bit in frustration as you hit his chest with no strength.
"But I'm gonna starve!" You dramatically exclaim, emotions all over the place. Your sober you would be absolutely mortified at your actions- especially in front of Jungkook of all people.
"You won't." Jungkook says, before he catches your wrist when you try and hit another time. "Now that's brat behavior." He scolds, looking down at you as your bottom lip quivers a bit- an apology leaving your lips a few seconds later before you hug him, resting your face on his chest.
"Koo.?" You mumble against him as he sways you a little from side to side. He hums a reply to you, before you answer. "I'm sleepy." You inform him, and he chuckles, before he picks you up, carrying you to the couch where he maneuvers you for a bit so you're laying on him. "Am I heavy?" You worry almost half asleep already and he laughs under his breath, putting a hand into your back.
"Not at all." He reassures, palm running over your back in gentle motions. "Now sleep baby, you've had a rough morning." He says, and you nod, laying your head onto his chest to hear his heartbeat underneath your ear.
The perfect lullaby to help you rest.
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athenathesharkwrites · 2 days ago
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Promise - Kim Seokjin
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Warnings: Angst, Seokjin really doesn’t wanna lose reader, cliché ending?
W/C: 3K
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“What do you think about marriage or getting married?” Seokjin asks, he had a bowl of ramen in his hands and he was sitting next to you on the couch, you had your own bowl on your lap, but your appetite quickly vanished hearing those words.
“I uh… I don’t think much about marriage, as a waste of money, really,” You say, he nods his head. “And all that nonsense just to sign a piece of paper, if you think about it… it’s almost creepy in a way,” You lean forward and place your bowl onto the small table in front of you. “But I don’t want to get married, I’ve told you this before,” You turn to look at him and find him looking at you, nothing comes from his mouth and the silence was becoming deafening, it was like he was frozen from what you have told him, but you have told him many times throughout your relationship, so you were left to assume that he just never paid attention or just didn’t care about what you had to say, both of those thoughts were hurting, because it meant that he wasn’t listening to you, to what you wanted, and the second option made you feel like he just didn’t care about your thoughts, and now you were wondering if the relationship was even worth continuing, you let out a sigh and look away from him, it almost felt like your energy was being drained from you the longer you stayed there.
“I uh… I’m just going to go,” You mutter, you push yourself up from the couch, Seokjin watches as you gather your things before you disappear around the corner and moments later the door opened and closed, and you had left, he lowers his head as he leans over towards the table, placing his bowl of ramen on the table, letting out a sigh as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet box that contained a ring inside, he could kick himself for not paying attention to what you’ve said to him, how did he miss the many times you told him that you didn’t want to get married? And now he had messed up by bringing up the question, ratting himself out to you that he wasn’t paying attention, he racked his brain, trying to find a time when you had told him and several scenarios appeared, and with each one passing through his mind, his heart ached in pain, you had told him so many times, and none of those times had sunk in.
He wished he could go back in time to make sure he paid attention the first time you had told him, he wasn’t even sure when the first was that you had told him, and guilt was slowly gaining at his mind and heart, he didn’t want to lose you, he had just thought that naturally marriage would be the next step in your relationship, it was something he had seen growing up and naturally thought it would happen to him also, he never once stopped to think that his partner wouldn’t want what he wanted, maybe you had done the right thing to leave, he needed time to think, you both wanted different things, but was marriage really such a big deal to him, he did or still does dream about marrying, coming home to his partner and greeting them, cooking with them and sharing a bed with them, not that you didn’t share a bed with him already, occasionally you would stay over at his place, and it’s not like you two didn’t already have sex, but would it make such a difference if you did not carry his surname?
“Kim Seokjin… you messed up,” He mumbles, he leans back into the couch, dropping the velvet box onto the floor, his mind spinning with the amount of thoughts going round in his head, he closes his eyes, the scent of your uneaten ramen filling his lungs, the sound of how empty his apartment suddenly felt hits him like a train, you did spend the entire afternoon cooking with him, laughing with him as you prepared lunch, and now, now the apartment was too quiet, and you were gone, and he was sitting alone in the bog space.
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You laid on the bed that was positioned near the window, you were looking out the window at the sky as it was slowly changing colour, the feathery shaped clouds turning orange as the sun was disappearing behind the tall buildings, a pillow rested underneath your head and a giant plush was in your hands, the view was blurred from the tears in your eyes, the ache of what had happened earlier only hurting you more, you didn’t want to cry, but there you were, tears in your eyes and quietly sobbing against the giant plush in your arms, you had told him on your second date that you didn’t want to get married, and it stung that he didn’t remember it, now you were both in it so deep that it hurts so much, and knowing that his birthday was next weekend, hurts even more.
You had been arranging a surprise birthday party for him with the members, and now, now you weren’t sure if you would be welcomed at said part, or gathering since it wouldn’t be much of a party, hell, you weren’t even sure if you would be welcomed to help with the planning, he surely would tell them what had happened, and they were all also aware of his desire to marry someone.
You watch the sun completely disappear behind the buildings and turn around, curling into the plush and sobbing loudly into the soft fabric, you would make sure to send Jimin a text message in the morning, letting him know that you wouldn’t be able to make it for the rest of the planning, your body shakes as you sob, soaking the soft fabric, it was a plush Seokjin had also won for you at a carnival, which only made you sob harder, you would have to pack up a lot of his things and return it to him, and you would have to return to his place, the space you sometimes shared with him, and collect anything you may have left there, just thinking about doing all of that was making you sob more into the plush.
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The days felt endless, as if they were just dragging on and drawn out, you were slowly moving around your apartment, your phone was blown up with texts from Jimin, asking why you wouldn’t be helping anymore, and then they changed to asking if you were okay, you assumed Seokjin had told them what had happened, which mad you want to reply to his messages even less now, you hadn’t changed out from your pyjamas for the past few days, you hadn’t spoken to anyone in those few days, it was now the middle of the week, and you knew you had to get changed, take a shower and go buy groceries since they were almost finished, but you didn’t feel in the mood to go do that, you would try and push it back and avoid doing it until you absolutely needed to, you sat on your bed, legs crossed and instead of the plush on your lap, you had a pillow resting on your legs and your elbows pressing into it.
You were staring out the window, the weather outside was gloomy, just like you were feeling, dark clouds covered the sky and rain was pouring down, you felt guilty for ordering delivery food, but it hadn’t been raining when you had placed the order, you would make sure to tip the person delivering your food extra, you were watching the water droplets running down the window when you heard a knock on your door, you assumed the door to the building was left open or opened by someone else, you quickly stood from the bed and grab your wallet as you make your way to the door, you pull it open and faintly smile, about to apologise, but your smile quickly fell and the ache in your heart that had dulled returned, Seokjin stood there with a paper bag in his hand, giving you a sheepish smile, he knew all too well how hurt you were, he had been feeling that same ache in his heart for the past few days.
“May I come in?” He asks, you wanted to say ‘no’, you wanted to close the door in his face, but it was probably better to invite him in and have a talk with him, to either talk it out or break up for good, you step back, and he steps inside you, taking his shoes off by the door, you close the door and lead him further into your apartment.
“Just… put the food on the counter,” You say, your tone was quiet, you hear the bag rustling as he puts it down, you sit down on one end of the couch and pull a pillow onto your lap, Seokjin moves towards the couch and sits down with you, he watches as you clutch the pillow close to you, you stared at the table in front of you.
“I came to apologise and set things right,” He softly says, you slowly look at him, he could see your eyes glossing over as you tried to hold your tears back.
“Set things right?” You ask, your voice cracking as you ask, he nods his head, his heartbreaking at the sight of you trying to not cry in front of him. “You mean break-up?”
“No, no, no,” He quickly says, turning his body towards yours and moving closer to you. “Absolutely not that.”
“Well, I don’t see any other option, Jin,” You say. “Because when you asked me that, it felt like you hadn’t been listening to me, like you weren’t listening to my needs, what I wanted in life,” He felt himself growing smaller with your words, you had every right to feel like that, he had ignored those words, either erasing them from his mind or choosing not to hear them.
“I have no explanation for that, you’re right, we should probably break up, but that’s not what I want,” He says. “I spent the last few days thinking, and thinking hard about what you said,” He wanted to reach out and take your hand and hold it, but he decided against it. “I don’t need marriage, I thought I did, I naturally thought it would be the next step in a relationship, but it’s not necessary.” If only he had realised it much sooner, but you were willing to let him finish before deciding if you wanted to ask him to leave your life for good. “You’re right, marriage is just a piece of paper, nothing else to it, if you love someone then marriage doesn’t matter, not if you plan on spending the rest of your life with that person,” You could feel a stray tear rolling down your cheek, he extends his arm out towards you and gently wipes the stray tear away with his thumb. “Please don’t cry, I was an idiot, and I wish I could turn back time to go hit myself over the head and tell myself to listen,” You reach for his hand that was now resting against the side of your face. “Because I don’t want to lose you, I don’t need marriage to know that you’re mine and that you’ll stay by my side,” More tears fall from your eyes, you couldn’t stop them anymore.
“Y/n, I really don’t want to lose you, but if you want me to leave, I will,” You couldn’t just forgive him like that, forgive and forget they always say, but it stung and burned so much that he didn’t remember what you had told him, on several different occasions, you may need time to think about everything, to think if you could forgive him for it.
“I… I need to think,” You say, your voice cracking as you spoke, he nods his head, feeling his own eyes becoming glossy.
“Of course, take as much time as you need,” He says. “But please… please, come to my birthday this Saturday.”
“I’ll think about it,” You whisper, he nods his head and slowly pulls his hand away from your face and from your hand.
“I’m going to go now, call me at any time you want to talk,” He says, you nod your head and watch him get up from the couch, you watch him leave and not long after you hear the door shut, you pull the pillow to your face and sob into it.
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Saturday rolled around too quickly, and you were debating if you wanted to go to his birthday or not, but alas, you decided that you didn’t want to go and make it awkward for everyone, or so you thought that you had made up your mind to not go, but when he had shown up at your apartment again, sadness in his eyes as he knew that you wouldn’t show up at his birthday gathering, so he had decided to come and see you instead, he needed to at least see you on his birthday, but he needed to say one more thing to you, he took out a black box, which made your heart pinch.
“Seokjin—“ You begin, only for him to cut you off.
“It’s not what you think,” He says, you wanted to turn away, wanted to tell him to leave. “It’s a promise ring, a promise from me,” You look at him as he opened the box, refusing to look down at the ring. “And an apology for not listening, for brushing off what you had said to me plenty of times, I have no explanation as to why I did that,” You nervous nibble at your bottom lip. “I want to use this ring to promise you, that I’ll listen to you from now on, and give you permission to throw a pillow at me if it seems that I’m not listening to you,” You almost chuckled, almost. “You can reject it, but please, I realised that I don’t want to lose you, and I’m not ever going to convince you to marry me, because just being with you, living with you, is enough for me,” Your mind was starting to spin, you were starting to feel confused by your own choices, you had wanted to let him know that it would be best if he went and found someone that would give him what he wants, but now, here with his confession, you were left confused, you loved him so much, even when he didn’t listen to you, even when it felt like he just brushed off your choices like it was nothing of importance to him.
“Seokjin…” You softly say.
“I know I haven’t proven to you that I’ve listened to you, but please, think about it… please,” He says, he reaches for your hand and places the box in your hand, closing it as he closes your palm around it. “Think about it, long and hard, take your time,” You nod your head and watch him faintly smile at you. “I’ll go now, I hope you enjoy your day and evening,” You watch him slowly back away before turning around, you hear your door open and for the second time in less than a week you heard it close, you sigh and look down at the box in your hand, you lick your lips and move to your bed, staring at it.
“A promise ring?” You softly ask, sitting down on the bed, your fingers hover above it before you pull it open, your eyes slowly move over the rose gold coloured ring, the shape looking absolutely beautiful, you carefully take it from the box, only for a small piece of rolled-up paper to fall from it as you do, you put the ring down on the bed and pick up the paper, unrolling it. “I promise to love you even if you don’t want the ring,” Conflicted, that’s what you felt, you were sure that you wanted to make out with him, end things so that he can go find someone to fit into his dream, but now with this ring and his promises, which you still weren’t sure if you should believe, you had doubts in your decision, you look at the ring and pick it up, you examine it and hold it next to the piece of paper. “Jin…”
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You push the doors open to the venue you had arranged for his birthday, if he was willing to accept pushing marriage aside, you could at least give him another chance to prove that he would listen, or you could at least hope that he would listen to your needs and wants from now on, your eyes fall on him as he sat at the table, listening to everyone talk around him, his smile not reaching his eyes, and the sparkle that was usually in his eyes were also missing, you see Yoongi nudge him, and he looks towards the door, he immediately straightens before standing from the chair, he fixes his tie and moves towards you.
“Y/n…” He breathes out. “You came.”
“I uh… I thought about it,” You say, you could see his eyes slowly filling with hope, you lift your hand to show him the ring that now decorated your opposite ring finger. “I hope you don’t mind that it’s on the opposite hand, but I’m not ready to have it on that finger,” He nods his head, his smile widening and reaching his eyes. “But, if you keep your promise—“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before his hand was on the side of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, his other hand takes your hand that you were holding up, his fingers interlacing with yours.
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minhoshi · a month ago
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jeon jungkook
this is updated weekly!
* for my absolute favorites of all time that you should most definitely try and read
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one shots & series
— mango series by whatifyoulivelikethat *
badboy!jungkoon x sociallyawkward!reader | heavy angst (abuse, suicide) fluff, eventual smut, strangers to lovers
— opposable one shot by minyfic *
zookeeper!jungkook x rich!reader | smut, tiny angst, friends to lovers, fake dating au
— gamomania one shot by army-author
bestfriend!jungkook x reader | fluff, romance, light smut, childhood best friends to lovers
— sweets&ink one shot by extravaguk
tattooartist!jungkook x baker!reader | angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers
— day by day series by hansoulmates
dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader | angst, pining, best friends to lovers, eventual fluff & smut
— let the light in one shot by gukslut
boyfriend!jungkook x depressed!reader | hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, established relationship
— falling into you series by kookingtae *
shy/nerd!jungkook x badgirl!reader | heavy angst, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, college au
— oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates one shot by ot7always
roommate!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, college au
— aim for the heart series by writemywaytoyourheart
hitman!jungkook x teacher!reader | heavy angst (violence, abuse) fluff, slow burn, mutual pining
— rattled series by gukslut *
singledad!jungkook x reader | angst, healing, smut, friends to lovers
— distractions one shot by 1kook *
gamer!jungkook x reader | smut, established relationship
— mind of mine series by yslkook
badboy!jungkook x shy/reserved!reader | angst, fluff, eventual smut, toxic relationships
— cozy thief one shot by bratkook
roommate!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, mutual pining
— selfie series by whatifyoulivelikethat *
oppasbestfriend!jungkook x SHINEEfangirl!reader | hurt/comfort (anxiety, depression), smut, loons to lovers
— guk & holly series by taetaespeaches *
idol!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
(this is the masterlist to a long term couple series i highly recommend reading)
— i dreamt of meeting you for years part of the long term couple series by taetaespeaches *
idol!jungkook x reader | bittersweet fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship
— sex education (part one) by extravaguk
brothersbestfriend!jungkook x virgin!reader | fluff, smut, college au
read sex education 2.0 here
— shiver series by hansolmates *
badboy!jungkook x churchgirl!reader | fluff, smut, angst (coercion, catholic guilt), childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits
blurbs, drabbles & scenarios
— "you never believe me! if i told you right now that i love you, would you even believe me?” by v-hope
bestfriend!jungkook x reader | fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, non idol au
— tingle by hansolmates
tattooartist!jungkook x tattoed!reader | sexual tension, smut, pining, established relationship
— “i think i just really need a hug + i hate myself for doing this to you. to us." by honeytae
boyfriend!jungkook! x reader | hurt/comfort, established relationship
— "you've kissed me like fifty times today" by v-hope *
boyfriend!jungkook x reader | fluff, established relationship
— soft nights by softguks
idol!jungkook x reader | slight angst, comfort, humor, fluff, established relationship
— jk + squirting by ubemango
jungkook x reader | smut, established relationship
— jk + spitting by ubemango
jungkook x reader | smut, slight fluff, established relationship
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jimidol · a day ago
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sweet love (teaser) | pjm
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⏤ release date: 12th december 2021
⏤ pairing: dilf!jimin x female reader
⏤ genre: parents au, exes to lovers, fluff, and smut
⏤ summary: jimin is the father of your four years old daughter, moon, and he’s also your ex. an ex you never considered getting back to, but that wasn’t until you both found yourself being single again. watching a movie with moon every sunday became the perfect excuse to discreetly flirt together. a flirt that brought back ten years of sweet love.  
⏤ author’s note: this month of december will be filled with a lot of fics! it will be one per week and some surprises are coming after the release of this fic! i honestly can’t wait to share with you everything but most especially this fic as it’s my favourite with my little baby jimin 🥺 
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sparklingchim · 21 days ago
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long way home 01 | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 2.6k
rating: pg
genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, fluff, little bit of angst
warnings: ppl making out, groping, oc lowkey sending jk half nudes LMAO, bebi🥺, oc being a cockblock🙄, typical f2l angst but it's rlly not that deep
summary: the one were you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.
a/n: so it's 4 am for me rn but yay let's start a new jk series and see how this one will go🤪🧍‍♀️
chapters: 01 | 02 | 03
masterlist
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"If she throws a tantrum and won't sleep then lay one of my shirts beside her. That'll keep her settled."
Spraying a few pumps of the familiar perfume Jungkook always uses he walks back to the kitchen.
"Could you warm this up for her? I'm trying to figure out what flavour in baby food she likes but so far she liked none of the ones I bought." He holds said jar of baby food in the air. "If she ends up not liking it - you know where the milk is. Oh and also-"
"Jungkook." You grab his arms when he's back, standing in front of you in the hallway.
"Huh?" Confused at being interrupted while he was giving you the instructions threw him off track. He looks at you with big doe eyes.
"Calm down. I've got this. It's not like this is the first time I'm watching her."
"I know but this is the first time you're watching her in the night, so you have to know her night routine."
"You're right, but you have already told me everything on the phone the other night, remember?" You smile when realisations blooms on Jungkook's face.
"That's....true, yeah, I've already told you everything."
Brushing your fingers through his dark fluffy hair you say, "Tell me, why are you so nervous?" 
"I'm not nervous? I'm totally fine. I'm great, actually."
You roll your eyes. "You gotta stop trying to lie, Koo. We know each other since high-school, I know when you're lying." Arching your eyebrow you continue, "What are you so nervous for?"
"I'm not-" Seeing your expression, he surrenders. "It's just...It's been a while, you know?"
You nod, compassion flickering in your eyes. Seeing that this is his first time having a date after five months of taking care of his little girl you can imagine how anxious he feels.
"I know it can be scary, but honestly? Don't worry, women swoon over you just by you walking past them, get heart shaped eyes, and I could swear they picture themselves with you in their future." Hm. Sounds like teenager you, if you're gonna be completely honest.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, taking your hands in his, squeezing them for reassurance.
"Send me updates as always, please?"
"Sure." You tiptoe to peck his cheek. "Have fun tonight."
"I'll try to be not too late, okay?"
"It's fine, I have Nabi and the book you bought me for this whole evening."
"You haven't read it yet?"
"I told you I like Urban Fantasy and not High Fantsay."
"I bet there isn't a huge difference in the genres," he defends.
"There is, but I have no time to educate you on this topic because else you will be late to your date," you explain, pushing his body towards the door - he obviously wouldn't budge an inch by your strength and only hurries to the door because he didn't realise how late it is already - and shoo him out of the house. "Nabi and I will have the best night of our life's, have fun at your date, daddy!"
"The diapers, y/n! Don't forget to use the new brand! Nabi doesn't like the old ones anymore!" he calls as he walks down the stairs.
Something that feels close upon regret and sadness squeezes your heart when you watch him get into his car through the window.
~
You're thirty minutes into the first episode of a new kdrama that you have started when Nabi's wailing echoes through the entirety of Jungkook's apartment.
"Hii little one," you coo. "Yeah I know, I know. You're so hungry, aren't you?" You take Nabi from her crib, holding her against your chest. Her cries calm a bit. Nabi is used to you. Which only makes sense, because you've been there for her since she was born.
"Let's see..." you mutter, scrutinising the jar of baby food when you arrive in the kitchen. "Potato flavour? Nabi you have to like this. Everyone likes potatoes." Nabi utters a giggle every time you say potato, so the next five minutes you spend holding her in your lap and saying potato in that silly little baby voice that you sometimes use to talk to her.
When she looks into your eyes with her own doe ones, the one that are literally a replica of Jungkook's, you heart warms. She is the cutest little butterfly you've ever seen and you're so glad that Jungkook trusts you enough to let you spend time with her.
You still remember when Jungkook ignored you for two weeks and you thought he is doing it again. But then, one night, you got a call at an ungodly hour. You didn't check on who called you, just answered the phone. It was his drained voice that spoke the words I need you to you and you didn't question it once. Because those were the exact words that you once said to him and you remember how forlorn you've felt. You drove to his place in your ridiculous pj's to be met with a tiny little baby in Jungkook's big arms.
And now it's five months later and you cannot imagine a life without Nabi. It's like she has always been here.
You prepare her baby food while sitting her down on her highchair. She whines a little when you let her go, but you quickly soothe her and distract her with a pacifier.
She takes the first bite cautiously and you watch her with expectant eyes, hoping that she'll like the taste.
"It's so delicious, isn't it?" you coax. After eating her first bite she smiles up at you and you feel the proudest you've felt today. You smile too and scoop up more of the baby food. She leans closer, opening up her tiny mouth.
As you feed her some more you start recording a video of her eating the baby food and send it to Jungkook. 
y/n
i think the problem was you koo
see how she loves it?
baby daddy
🙄
what flavour is it?
need to buy more from that
y/n
potato
baby daddy
ur kidding
that was the first thing i fed her
she hated it
y/n
well
just like i assumed
the problem was who fed her
baby daddy
you're coming over every day now
y/n
i am already tho
baby daddy
true
but i need you to babysit her for more nights
i think i'll be out for some more dates
y/n
is she nice?
baby daddy
more like
perfect
y/n
that's good
im glad
isn't she wondering why you're on your phone
baby daddy
i already told her that im checking up on my baby
y/n
dropped the b-bomb already ?
baby daddy
i need to
package deal, remember?
they say no to nabi and i say no to them
hey
why do you have sm time texting me
aren't you supposed to watch nabi
You take a picture from your perspective, Nabi on your lap, fidgeting and playing with some strands of your hair. There's some food smeared around her mouth. That picture gives him a good look into your cleavage you realise as you press send, but that's nothing compared to the images he got to see on account of years of friendship and Jungkook always being the one you called when you got too wasted.
y/n
she's having a fun time without her daddy
baby daddy
:(
give her a kiss for me
i miss her
y/n
🙄
it's been like an hour or so
relax
and now put your phone away you don't wanna be rude and be on your phone for too long
baby daddy
right
okay
An hour later you manage to put Nabi to sleep. Sometimes she opened her eyes and tiredly watched you through her long lashes and you had to stop yourself from cooing at her. Eventually she fell asleep after resisting the tiredness that overcame her when you swayed her in your arms. It hasn't happened often yet but every time Nabi falls asleep in your arms it feels like the best gift in the entire world. Jungkook probably feels the double amount of emotions when she falls asleep in his embrace since he is her dad but you also took part of raising her and always have that particular feeling blooming in your chest when she shows her comfort in your presence.
You sit down on Jungkook's couch with the book he bought for you a while ago. There wasn't a specific reason why he got it for you. From time to time Jungkook likes surprising you with little gifts.
One morning he randomly showed up with a bouquet of flowers at the coffee shop you work at and you felt all the eyes of the grannie's and grandpa's on you, a warm knowing smile on their faces. You were flustered because flowers seemed to be a more intimate gift than any other thing but you tried to play it off and accepted the pretty flowers.
You don't know how much time has passed but you're already halfway through the book when you hear your phone ringing.
"Yeah?" you ask, confused as to why Jungkook is calling you.
"Hey so uh, I'll be home in about ten minutes. And I thought I'd call you to say you can already head home since it's late. Just lock the door with the keys when you head out."
You're even more confused. "It's fine, Jungkook. I can wait ten minutes."
"No, you're probably tired. And don't you have an early shift in the café tomorrow?"
Well, if he thinks 11 am is early then that's up to him.
"Are you sure?" you ask. Jungkook's overprotective attitude is nowhere to be found right now and that fact alone is pretty concerning.
"Yeah, I'll be home in a few. There's nothing to be worried about."
"Uh, well, if you say so. Then....see you tomorrow I guess?"
"Good night!"
After the call you don't move. Continue sitting on Jungkook's couch and stare at the wall. You pretty much decided from Jungkook's first offer to go home that you won't do what he says. Maybe you're the overprotective one now but you won't leave Nabi alone at home.
You grab your purse and gather your stuff. Bringing the leftovers of cookies - the one from the grocery store that Jungkook absolutely hates (he claims that the ones at your coffee shop are the best in the world) but despite his disgust he still buys them for you every time he goes out for groceries - back in the kitchen.
You shortly stop by at Nabi's nursery room. She's peacefully sleeping and not screaming at the top of her lungs at every hour like she used to in the beginning. Jungkook almost went insane when Nabi wouldn't stop screaming but you were there and if there's one thing in the world that you're the absolute best at then it's keeping Jungkook calm when he's close to exploding.
While watching Nabi so many memories of the past months flood your mind and you can't help but smile. It was hard and exhausting raising a newborn but with Jungkook even the impossible seemed possible.
You resist the urge to give her a good night kiss on her chubby cheeks. You slowly close the door so the hallway light won't disturb her but then you hear the front door opening and stop midst your movement.
You can already picture Jungkook's face when he sees you here and maybe he will be mad for a moment because you didn't listen to him - yeah, you can admit that this happened a lot of times already but sometimes Jungkook can be really unreasonable so it's not your fault.
You walk down the hallway, already accepting your fate when you hear something. Not something but someone. Someone is moaning.
And you're so bewildered that you keep walking because what the hell is he doing? But when you round the corner and see what the hell he is doing you wish you would have listened to him.
He's pressing a girl against the wall and moving his lips over hers in a frantic manner and his hands are, well... they're wandering pretty much everywhere on the woman's body in the span of the five seconds that you're standing there.
You know you have to do something to make both of them aware of your presence. But your state of panic doesn't allow your mind to think straight so you just utter "Jungkook?" in an abashed tone and want to dissolve into nothingness right after you say it.
Both of them instantly get off of each other like lightning struck them.
"Y/n?" Jungkook asks in confusion, his breathing fast and heavy.
"Hi."
"I told you to go," he reminds you, kinda sounding annoyed.
You want to narrow you eyes at that. He didn't tell you to go. He offered you to go home.
"Got distracted. I'm leaving now. Good night you two," you say and feel so awkward while grabbing your things and walking past them to finally head home.
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The next day you still feel the burning feeling of embarrassment haunting you. It only gets worse when Jungkook visits the coffee shop during your shift with Nabi strapped to his chest.
"A caramel frappucino and two double chocolate cookies please," you hear him ordering at the register. It's the same order. Every day.
As you start preparing his order he walks to stand in front of you, waiting.
"Morning," he greets you and you reply with a short smile. He has his palm rested at the back of Nabi's head.
"Sorry about yesterday," you mumble. At the sound of your voice Nabi cranes her neck and tries to get you into her view. She whines a little when she can't and Jungkook stands sideways to give Nabi what she wants. Nabi smiles when she sees you and you give her a small nose scrunch before setting your attention back to Jungkook.
"Why did you stay?"
"I mean, how was I suppose to know you were about to hook up with you date?" you defend yourself. "Could've warned me at least." You huff.
"I tried to," he reasons but you roll your eyes.
"Next time you try to get me out of your apartment just tell me you're gonna have sex, okay?"
Jungkook gasps a little, putting his hands on Nabi's ears. "Watch your words."
You set his frappucino along with the cookies on the tray.
"Bet Nabi even heard worse things last night."
"My snores aren't that bad."
You sigh. "I'm not talking about that, dummy."
"Well, after you left we just watched a movie and then she called a cab. Nothing happened."
You grimace. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry." He hands one of the cookies to you with a sincere smile. You take it and take a bite. He does it every morning. Offering you one of the cookies that he ordered. And you always gladly take one because they're even more delicious than the grocery store ones.
It wasn't your intention to ruin the ending of Jungkook's date night yesterday but you can't help feeling relief warming your heart. This was Jungkook's first date since his relationship with Nabi's mother came to and end and you don't want him to end up crushed and heartbroken again.
That feeling of relief is obviously just there out of concern for him and not because that small teenage crush, that sometimes makes your heart skip a beat when he looks at your eyes for a second too long, is thundering in your chest with hope.
Nope, definitely not because of that.
~
tagging: @blckjeon
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blu-joons · 2 days ago
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When He Uses An Insecurity Of Yours In An Argument ~ BTS Reaction
Jin:
Your eyes immediately shot across at Jin as you realised what he had said, feeling your heart pound with frustration before he even finished his sentence.
“Not all of us enjoy being the centre of attention,” you warned him in reply.
Jin shot a glare back across at you too, “where did that come from?” He asked you, “I only mentioned that you were quiet tonight, and you say that to me.”
“I’m sorry that I don’t shout when we’re around your friends,” you told him, “it’s alright for you when you enjoy all eyes being on you, but I don’t like that.”
“Y/N, I don’t have a problem with you being quiet, I was worried.”
Your eyes looked away from Jin, “you know that my shyness is something that I hate Jin.”
“I would never tease you for it,” he promised, trying to get your eyes back to look at him, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright because you were silent.”
Your eyes eventually glanced across to look at him, “if you’re going to say something like that, don’t be so serious with it, you worry me that I’m doing something wrong like that.”
“You did nothing wrong,” he smiled back at you, “just as long as you were alright there tonight?”
“I was fine, it was good fun.”
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Yoongi:
Your head shook in disbelief as Yoongi spoke, unable to quite believe what you had come from him as you were trying to catch up with him whilst on tour.
“I can just go,” you reminded him, “if this is how things are going to be today.”
Yoongi’s head shook as he realised just how serious you were, “I shouldn’t have mocked you; I was just being stupid, I didn’t really realise what I was saying to you.”
“I was calling to see how you are, not to be ridiculed,” you snapped, struggling to look past what Yoongi had said, “I’ve got better things to do then be insulted.”
“I promise I won’t say anything about it again, let’s just move on.”
Your head slowly nodded, “are you sure that you’re going to be able to bite your tongue?”
“Y/N,” he frowned, frustrated even though he knew you had a point, “I suppose I’m just trying to deflect from the fact that I’m missing you, by joking around.”
You continued to nod, slightly understanding where Yoongi was coming from. “If you miss me, tell me you miss me, because insulting me doesn’t show me that you miss me.”
“I know,” he assured you, “I need to be more careful with how I express my emotions with you.”
“You’re right, you really do Yoongi.”
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Hoseok:
You glanced helplessly across at Hobi as you tried to place the box back on the shelf, unable to quite tip it up high enough to be able to get it up on there.
“Can you help?” You questioned, breaking the tension between you both.
Hobi glanced around to look at you, “so now you want my help because you’re too small to reach? Why don’t you just jump, do it yourself instead of rely on me?”
“I can’t help how tall I am,” you quickly reminded him, “you could just offer to help rather than deciding to carry things on and insult me a little bit more.”
“Why would I offer to help? Why don’t you just grow a little?”
Your head shook back at him, “why do you have to try and make things ten times worse?”
“Move out of the way then,” Hobi sighed, placing the box up on the shelf with ease, “maybe I’ll have to invest in a ladder for you or something so you can stop relying on me.”
You quickly moved away from him once the box was up, “thank you so much for being understanding Hobi, it means a lot that you’re so worried about me.”
“Y/N,” he sighed, but you had already began walking away, “you can’t just walk away from this.”
“Just watch me do that Hobi.”
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Namjoon:
Your head shook as you felt the bed dip beside you, refusing to budge as you knew that it could only be Namjoon who had entered the room to check on you.
“I want to be alone,” you spat, but Namjoon refused to move away from you.
His hand rested gently down against your waist, “I’m not going anywhere, I came to say sorry, you can’t stay hiding up here all-night Y/N, it’s not good for you.”
“I don’t want to irritate you by talking all night downstairs,” you retorted in reply, “you either want me to talk to you or you don’t, can’t you make up your mind?”
“I didn’t mean to tell you to be quiet, I do want to talk to you Y/N.”
You scoffed under your breath, “you’ve got a real funny way of showing that these days Namjoon.”
“Look, I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I know that,” Namjoon spoke, “but I don’t want us to carry this on, I really am sorry for what I said to you Y/N.”
You slowly rolled around so that you were facing Namjoon, “you usually do this after a day at work, but I’m not going to keep being the one you take your frustration out on Joon.”
“I know, and I really am sorry.”
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Jimin:
You immediately froze as you heard Jimin speak, staking a step away from him as soon as you realised what Jimin had said, knowing that he had realised too.
“Go away,” you spoke as soon as he tried to take a step closer to you again.
His head nodded, turning his eyes away to look down at the ground. “I didn’t mean to say what I said,” he spoke, “I was just angry and decided to lash out at you.”
“The one thing I’ve always told you not to say,” you reminded him, shaking your head, “what did you think I would do? Is this the sort of reaction that you wanted?”
“I mean it when I say that I wasn’t thinking, I can’t say sorry enough.”
Your head continued to shake, “I think I’m going to go; this isn’t where I should be right now.”
“I know that you’re mad at me, but just tell me where you’re going to go?” Jimin asked, “I hurt you, but I care about you, especially when you’re leaving angry.”
You took several steps further away from Jimin, “I’m going home to somewhere comfortable, a place where someone doesn’t make me feel bad for something I hate about myself.”
“I didn’t mean it,” Jimin defended, but you walked away anything, “be careful on your way home.”
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”
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Taehyung:
You jumped back as you dropped the bag of shopping on the floor, watching as several of the items spilled around you whilst Taehyung walked in behind you.
“Watch out,” you called as Taehyung walked into the kitchen to see the mess you made.
His head shook as you scrambled to pick everything up, “honestly, I have never met someone as clumsy as you Y/N, you really do know how to make a mess.”
“I didn’t mean to,” you frowned, feeling your heart sink as you placed the items on the kitchen top, “it’s hardly as if I meant to drop all of this on the floor.”
“You never mean to be clumsy, but you are, it’s crazy.”
You began to walk towards the door, “I’ll leave you to it so that you don’t make a mess then.”
“Y/N,” he called out, sensing that his comment had upset you, “I was only joking about how clumsy you were, I didn’t mean to upset you at all.”
You spun on your heels to look back at him, “I try my hardest not to be clumsy Taehyung, I would appreciate if you weren’t so hard on me for when I have my moments sometimes.”
“You’re right,” he smiled, “I should have helped you rather than mock you about it instead.”
“I’m trying, you can do the same.”
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Jungkook:
A loud scoff came from you as Jungkook ripped you over the fact that you had failed to get yet another question wrong on the quiz show you were watching.
“It must be hard dating someone so dumb,” you spoke up, using his words against him.
Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realised that you had heard what he had said, “Y/N, you’ve got to admit that that was a really easy question to answer, come on.”
“You know that I’m not good with stuff like that,” you snapped back at him, “how often do you insult my intelligence by muttering underneath your breath?”
“It was only a one-time thing, I just thought you weren’t listening.”
You shot yet another glare across at him, “if you think I’m dumb, then why are you here?”
“I don’t think you’re dumb, it was a stupid thing to say,” he tried to assure you, “I wasn’t thinking at all I just reacted to your answer in the wrong way.”
Your head shook back across at him, “I think I’ll just keep quiet for the rest of the programme; I don’t want to give you even more of a reason to make me feel bad about myself.”
“Don’t say that,” Jungkook requested, “I really don’t think you’re stupid at all Y/N, honestly.”
“I want to believe you, but I can’t.”
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pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader
setting : non idol au, established relationship au
summary :
your boyfriend ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.
Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.
(+ bonus, the morning after)
genre : lots of smut and lots fluff
rating : m for graphic adult content
wordcount : 8.8k
warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)
content :
dom/sub undertones, pet names, food play, inappropriate use of whipped cream, mommy kink, cameo of dom jk, fem dom, breast / nipple play, sloppy blowjobs, morning after, silly chatter, lots of kissing, lots of spit, pwp, porn with a dam full of feelings, nasty and disrespectful sex, but it's a healthy and wholesome relationship, corny domestic stuff, they kiss and touch alot so what they're practically married, it's intense, guk and kookie used as nicknames alternatively, bare with me, lovers quarrel?, jungkook is blessed and packing, jungkook is a little bit of a brat, a needy brat who needs a good spanking actually, but it's fine because he loves you like crazy and he's so so smitten so we won't go so hard on him, just a little face slapping and cock strangling will suffice, lots of spit exchange going on here, not really a spit kink but it happens quite a lot here so might as well point it out, reader has had a rough week so she's going through it and MAYBE she's projecting but that's not what's important here, WE HAVE GRITTY SEX AND A LOVING RELATIONSHIP HERE !!!
a/n : this is the longest, lewdest pwp smut I've ever written in my whole life. it's outright detailed sin and erotica with a splash of fluff and domesticity and nothing more. pretty self indulgent and pretty raunchy but sweet and soft, especially in the second half. what came over me? no idea. just hope people actually like this. your reblogs mean a lot and it makes me happy when you leave a like or a comment and let me know you're thoughts and feelings and if I need to fix or improve on somethings. Soooo enjoy and have a splendid day.
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You usually like to go grocery shopping on Thursday nights. Not a lot of people went there around these times.
They were at home or with their loved ones. Watching football or eating out or something. 
A friend of yours from college decided to tag along and be your cart pusher for the day.
'So what's it like? Having a tattoo artist boyfriend.'
You were at the dairy section.
Lowering the pack of cheese you'd been appraising, you turned to regard her with a frown.
What was that even supposed to mean?
'Is it supposed to be any different than having a normal boyfriend?'
'Of course!’ She exclaimed, as if it was ridiculous that you didn’t know something that was apparently so obvious. ‘Isn't he like... real kinky?'
You glanced away and gave it thought.
Was he?
Not that it was any of her business.
The look you gave her was a blank deadpan this time.
Your friend blinked owlishly, titling her head. 
'What’s with the look?'
'This is me telling you we're not having this conversation,' You droned, standing to chuck the cheese pack into the cart. 'In the middle of a grocery store at that.'
'Sheesh.' She pouted, sending you an accusatory glare. 'You’re no fun. Such a prude.'
You ignored her jab and idly reached for a can of whipped cream.
If only she knew.
You turned it in your hand as your friend continued to brood in the background, checking its price and content.
Just the thing you were looking for.
You smirked in satisfaction.
-
In the end, you don’t get much. Just enough to last till the weekend.
Spilling the contents onto the counter, you got to arranging.
First you loaded the cabinet then you moved to crouch at the open fridge. 
You shivered a little at the chill, distantly wondering if you should’ve worn something more covering instead of shorts beneath your hoodie as you started packing.
Some eggs... milk… a pack of bacon… cheese…. whipped cream…. whipped cream??
You paused, blinking to look around, a little puzzled. It was gone.
You could’ve sworn you just had it.
Frowning, you stood and shut the fridge before you moved to the living room.
‘Kookie?’
No answer.
You were sure you heard him come in.
Maybe he went inside.
You turned away from the empty couch and moved towards the bedroom.
Twisting the knob, you slowly opened the door.
You peeked through the crack, careful to keep your voice quite incase he was sleeping.
'Guk-'
You paused midway when you found yourself staring at a bare tattooed back. There were dots of dampness on his skin and he had a towel around his waist.
Lifting your gaze, you watched him as he rubbed his damp hair with a towel vigorously, the long, dark locks flying here and there.
He registered your presence from the corner of his eyes and turned to face you.
‘Hey.’ He greeted you with a smile, hanging the towel around his neck, 'What's up?’
You frowned.
Walking past him you grabbed him by the arm to sit him down at vanity and reached for the blow drier set there.
The machine roared to life in your hands and you got to drying his hair. The water on his damp strands evaporated as you ran your fingers through it with care.
He had a sensitive scalp.
Evidently, he moaned shamelessly when the blunt of your nails scratched him.
‘Feels s'good.’
He was slurring. That was how far gone he was. You snorted. He was so easy to please sometimes, so sensitive.
When you shut the machine down he actually whined.
‘Go put some clothes on.’ You told him sternly. ‘You’ll fall sick.’
His pout deepened and his pleading look became a deadpan.
You crossed your arms and raised a challenging brow.
‘Hurry. I want to turn the AC on.’
Knowing that would get him moving, you turned to leave. He knew you didn’t like cuddling with him when he was cold as a corpse.
'Didn't you come here for something.’ 
You started to a pause and whipped around to find him at the open closet, his back to you. 
He was just standing there, not picking anything out.
You almost groaned but then his words hit you.
Yeah. You came here for…
‘The whipped cream’s missing.’ You recalled, blinking. ‘Have you seen it?’
He was quiet for far too long.
‘Nope.’
‘Kookie.’
‘Yes.’
'If you took it for whatever reason-‘
He turned and the passively serious look he regarded you with beneath the damp waves of his fringe made your toes curl in.
His eyes were lidded, his voice deep and low when he spoke.
‘What’re you gonna do about it.’
Something stirred inside you.
But more importantly.
Your fists clenched and your pursed your lips.
A lapse of silence passed like, his intense stare weighing down on you as you tried to hold yourself steady and pull yourself together.
‘Jeon Jungkook…'
To say his abrupt burst into laughter startled you would have been an understatement. You near jumped out your skin and jolted in place when he suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly while he belted out his bouts of hearty, heartfelt laughter.
Just like that, the loaded atmosphere broke.
‘Oh god…' Jungkook straightened, eyes teary as he sighed out, patting at his firm tummy. ‘Wait, let me just,'
Beyond confused, you watched him walk over to the vanity to filter through the bottles of cosmetics lined up on its surface.
He was looking for something.
You saw what it was when he held it up. The can gleamed like a beacon and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the whipped cream. Your jaw almost dropped.
What the hell?
‘I was just joking.’ He handed it to you, on the tail end of his laughter, a little out of breath from the effort. ‘Here.’
Your momentary shock dissipated completely. You snatched it and you glowered at him.
'It's not funny.’
'Come on, it was, a little.' He said, snorting out a chuckle even, before a pierced brow shot up and he leaned in close to take in your expression. ‘You’re not mad are you?’
You glared at him hotly.
All traces of mirth vanished from his features.
Jungkook blinked, lips parting and closing as both his brows disappeared beneath his messy fringe completely. Now he was stumped.
‘It’s just whipped cream.’ Was his lame response to your blatant fury. It only pushed you further off the edge.
‘I’ve been waiting weeks for this.’ You hated that you were actually feeling heated enough to get all teary eyed. His eyes widen with a look of horror as he realized what he’d done. ‘How could you just… take it!’
He shot out to reach for you, calling out your name in a panic.
You moved before he could put his hands on you.
'Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.’
You slammed the door in his face when you left.
Storming down the halls, you wiped at you eyes vigorously and sniffled.
Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.
-
You couldn’t help it.
You cried angrily as you haphazardly prepared your parfait.
This was supposed to be the pinnacle of your rough month.
But now you felt more like shit than you had any other day and you couldn’t even tell exactly why.
God. You hated PMS.
The bowl was overflowing with whipped cream when he came in stumbling on his feet, carrying a plead behind the way he said your name.
‘I’m sorry. Really very sorry.’
You deliberately ignored him.
'Please, I was just joking around-'
You slammed the can down, cutting him off.
What a twisted sense of humor he had. It was one of the many reasons you fell for him. But wielding it at your expense? The nerve.
'Don't talk to me.’
He sighed behind you. There was a shuffle that told you he was probably messing his hair up with his fingers in frustration. It granted you a little bit of satisfaction but not enough to drop it so easy.
He’d really fucked you up and he needed to know that.
‘Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything.’  He said, capturing you attention with how defeated and helpless he sounded. You did feel a little bad. You were human after all, but something in you spiked at what he said. Your ears perked and twitched when you heard a distinct rustle followed by a dull thud. ‘Look. I’m even down on my knees.’
Your eyes widened. Stilling, you slowly turned to regard him under your nose.
His hair was a mess, his shirt was inside out and the drawstrings of his sweats were untied and loose. He looked like he hastily put some clothes on and sprinted here.
He had distraught and desperation written all over his face and it triggered something innate and profoundly base in you.
Jungkook's shoulders fell when he took in your torn up state, your face gleaming with tears, your sniffling nose red.
‘Fuck, I- I’m so sorry. I fucked up. Please… just tell me-'
His words died in a stutter in his throat when you shot out to grab his hair.
You heard him when he choked out your name, but you weren’t really listening anymore. He’d apologized about a dozen times, expressed his regret in more than words and he’d said he’d do anything to make up for getting you like this.
You were hung up on that last part.
'Anything.’ You echoed lowly, dragging your feet so you could stand in between the spread of his thighs and see his face clearly. There was a little shock there but the sincerity in his galaxy eyes always did shine through the most over anything else when it came to him. ‘You said you’d do anything to make up for it. For ruining my day.’
Jungkook swallowed, and he let out a shaky breath.
‘Yes. Anything.’ He tried to nod, but it was hard with you gripping his hair. ‘It was dumb of me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-'
‘Shut up.’ You cut him off, sharp and pointed like the sudden slight narrow of you eyes, looking down on him. ‘I said don’t talk.’
He gulped thickly, throat bobbing, but he nodded as stiffly as he could.
Looking into his clear, doe eyes, you saw just how much of a mess you looked and you reflected on your month, your week, your day- how you got here, at rock bottom like this in the first place.
'This was supposed to be a nice day.’ You told him quietly, slowly, your voice a little small, and maybe you sounded pathetic but you didn’t care. He’s seen you at your worst. ‘I’ve been craving parfait since that Parisian café opened down the street. But it’s overpriced and I’ve got bills to pay so I thought I could just make one for myself at home once the finals were over.’ You lower lip started to wobble, cracking your mute, unbothered facade. The dam was breaking, you were about to fall apart and you couldn’t even be perplexed at the fact that after all this time, this was all it really took, but there was no time for that.
You were tired and over and done with being treated like you were just some little kid. Either unassuming or inexperienced or fun to mess around with. By your peers at uni, by your lecturers, by your friends and by your freaking boyfriend. Perhaps you weren’t helping your case, rambling like this, but you had a right to be emotional and you had to let it out otherwise you’d explode. ‘You have no idea how excited I was when I saw they brought in a new flavor of that whip cream I like. Chocolate. You know how much I like chocolate, don’t you?’
Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden rant more than anything else, not really knowing where all this was coming from, and it was a little overwhelming but he still tried to nod frantically for you to show you he understood and that he was listening, that he cared- but you gripped his hair tighter and he actually winced.
‘And still. You went and-'
You stopped yourself and bit your tongue. At this point, your body was shaking. Your insides simmered. There was a lot going beneath the surface as you stared him down, looking so torn with guilt on his knees and at your mercy.
In the end, this probably wasn’t fair. Jungkook wasn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone else around you. In fact, he wasn’t at all. He liked to fool around and he just liked stirring you up a little every once in a while, especially when he noticed you were feeling down or blue, but there was never malice or spite in any of it. It was endearing and refreshing, how playful he could be. How he liked to make you laugh and make you feel good. He was very fond of you and he showed it in these ways.
You appreciate his efforts and you cherish him with all your heart too… but today all you wanted more than anything was just to some peace of mind and a wholesome parfait after the grueling finals, and the annoying campus mates and impossible to please professors, just… all the things that made up the terrible month you had.
You managed to compress all you felt into four simple words and you finally told him.
‘You ruined my day, Jungkook.’
You could see the effect that the weight of your words had on him. He frowned, and scowled, and even shifted like he wanted to stand and hold your face in his hands and kiss his apologies into you.
'And I said I’m sorry.’ His voice came out a mix between a hoarse plead and a helpless whine as he peered up at you, his throat working a little. 'I swear I wasn’t trying to-'
‘Shut up.’ You commanded, abruptly stepping on his thigh, eliciting a choked sound from the back of his throat. Your eyes narrowed as you looked down at his stunned expression. How dare he take that defensive tone with you. ‘Open your mouth.’
You felt his muscles clench and flex tellingly against the pad of your foot. He was unresponsive for a moment, just gaping, seemingly struck, but he did as you said readily without refute before you could raise an impatient pointed brow, spreading those plump lips open.
From this point on, you were guided simply by a deep founded coiling heat that now centered in your gut, thick and heavy and boiling.
Reaching towards the counter, you grabbed the can of whip cream. He watched you while you gave it a shake, holding his gaze all the while, before you shoved the nozzle in his face. 
He didn’t even flinch. 
In the charged silence, you took a moment to really study his expression.
His pupils were blown out, his gaze heavy lidded, his chest heaving lightly, his abdomen clenched beneath the thin material of his shirt.
He was looking forward to it. Anticipating what you would do to him.
The pool of arousal threatening to over flow, spill and make you misbehave yourself only got even more intense to the point where even standing and looking down at him had wetness gathering in between your legs, where there was a dull throb- but your scowl deepened.
He could at least look a little terrified, couldn’t he? No. Instead, he looked as excited as you were. His cock twitched against your feet, extended and erect and fully hard now.
Your nipples hardened and you resisted the urge to rub your thighs together and tease him with your feet while flicking them.
Without warning, you pressed down and he actually choked a little as you filled his mouth with the cream until it was completely bottomed out.
Once it was empty, you tossed the can aside and gripped his hair tighter, angling his head higher.
The bulge at his throat trembled wildly as he looked up at you with those smoldering, lust laden eyes of his.
You leaned over, so close that your noses brushed.
‘You’re gonna make up for it? Make up for ruining my day and make it good again?’
He nodded once more and he almost choked trying to give you a verbal response, but it was muffled.
The chuckle that tumbled out of your lips was dark, a little lazy even, and you tilted your head as you took him in, your hand in his hair loosening to glide down and caress his face. 
'You don’t need to say anything.’ You told him softly, airy breath fanning his flushed face. You could feel his breath too, uneven and ragged and short. ‘You’ve just gotta be good and let me use you how I please to lift my mood. Got it?’
He nodded again, the movement jerky.
The flush dusted over his skin got deeper and deeper and it was so satisfying to see.
'Good.’ You traced his flexing jaw with a faint curl to your lips, pleased. ‘Now keep your mouth open for me while I lick it all.’
Jungkook’s eyes widened as your words dawned on him, your intentions clear as day now that you’ve said them out loud.
Now he looked terrified.
You gave him a smirk and grabbed him by the jaw to pull him in.
Your teeth clanked as you pressed forward to dip your tongue into his whipped cream filled mouth, the wet muscle dancing across the inside of his mouth and brushing against his as you licked him clean.
The kiss, if it could be called that, was wet and messy and dirty dirty dirty and it made you burn with a blaze overwhelming desire for him all over.
You gripped his jaw tighter to get him to open up wider, drank in his muffled moans as his chest rumbled against your sternum, and you tilted your head to shove your tongue deeper, greedily devouring the intoxicating taste of him as well the sweet cream. 
You had a mixture of your spit and his and melted cream all over your chin. It dribbled down his, trickling down his front and staining his lap.
When you pulled away, licking your lips after nibbling on him, he was panting.
You brushed you thumb over his bottom lip, bruised and raw, your hand taking a gentler touch from the previous firm clutch to hold his face. Your eyes flickered to his and you found him watching you intently, his eyes almost black and entirely misty with desire.
He was breathing heavy, his ribs expanding and deflating dramatically where you were pressed. You could feel the pound of his heart, strong and fast and almost deafening.
Or was that yours?
Hard to tell.
'What's with that look.’ You huffed in mock derision, trying to mask the fact that you were just as debauched and fucked out as he was, if not even more. You were dripping down your legs and if you let him look elsewhere and lower his gaze, he would be able to make out the clear shape of your nipples poking through your too, stiff and aching and begging for attention, not unlike his cock, that pulsed and bobbed and swelled within the confine if his sweats. 'I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you scared?’
Jungkook’s lids fluttered and he leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm. 'Are you gonna punish me?’ he asked in a slurred husk, eyes unfocused and bleary but clearly darkened and trained on you. ‘Teach me a lesson for misbehaving?’
He looked irresistible and unreal like this, his hair still slightly damp but with sweat instead of water, his lips berry in shade and plump, his skin prettily pink and his entire body just pressing into yours so needily, saying such unfathomable things in that sensually raspy, panty dropping voice of his.
‘I should shouldn’t I.’ You mumbled your agreement airily. You noticed distantly that even you were struggling to breath now, trailing your fingers lower, stroking the shaky bulge at his throat almost idly. ‘You deserve the worst for ruining my day. Or else you’ll never learn.’
Your fingers abruptly closed around his neck.
Jungkook’s breath hitched and he seriously began to choke.
He stuttered out your name in a gruff cough.
You tightened it, feeling his pulse jump.
He continued to seem struggle to breath, but he try to dislodge your hold on him. 
Just like he didn’t try to reach for you and hold you like he always did when you kissed earlier…
Oh, you could’ve fallen to your knees.
But this wasn’t that kind of day. You were in charge today. You held back letting out a shaky, faint breath in favor of lifting your chin in an attempt to look imposing, domineering.
'What did I say?’ You demanded in a sultry purr. ‘Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you open it.’
Jungkook made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, guttural and needy and raw as he fought to keep his barely open eyes on you and not rolling to the back of his head.
You tilted your head sideways, thumb massaging his pulse as you took in just how frazzled and hopeless he looked in front of you.
'I don’t know… will this really be enough? Will you really learn from this?’
Jungkook looked like he really wanted to say something but he was smart, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought to hold your demanding gaze, even as his knees shuffled in challenge against the floor.
You frowned and reached to brush the trickle of blood with you thumb gently.
'You're gonna hurt yourself trying to be good…' you hummed in a drawl, lips unwittingly falling in the corners even as arousal filled you. ‘Do you want to please me that bad? Huh?’
Jungkook just heaved, plump lips parted uselessly as his lids fluttered weakly.
Loosening your grip a little on his throat, you licked the scarlet of your thumb with an expectant brow raised, making sure to flick your tongue sensually, your eyes flickering to his.
'I asked you a question.’
‘Yes!’ He rasped throatily, breathing heavy as air flowed into him again, gasping out your name. ‘Yes, Please, I-'
You tightened your grip in warning, making him choke on his words.
‘No.’ You shook your head, squinting your eyes in disapproval as you admonished him. ‘You don’t get to call me by my name after what you did. Try again.’
You loosened your grip once more, looking at him expectantly.
You could only imagine how you looked in his eyes. Manic probably. You wanted him and you wanted this to the point of insanity right now.
Jungkook swallowed, gazing up at you with a longing look in his sea glass eyes.
'Mommy,' he rasped and you felt your insides flip and curl along with your toes, into the strong muscle at his thigh and the floor. ‘I’m sorry for being bad. Punish me so I can learn… teach me how to be good. Please, Mommy.’
There it was.
Your lips stretched in a s smile for him and rewarded him with a peck.
‘That’s right.’ You said. ‘I know deep down inside, you’re a good boy. Aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’ He nodded, head lolling almost as he shimmed on his knees to get impossibly close to you, drinking in your every praise. ‘For you Mommy. Just for you. Please-'
'Shh.’ You hushed him gently. He was getting too excited now. It was cute to see him like this but there was a role you were trying to play here. ‘That’s enough now. I'm still mad at you, Jungkook. Even if you beg like this, I can’t let it go so easy.’
You straightened to put some distance between your bodies and started unzipping your top.
His dark eyes watched you closely, unblinking and absolutely enraptured. When the seams fell apart, you saw the way his throat bobbed, how the veins popped at his neck as he tried to hold himself together while he stared at the smooth and soft swell of your tits.
‘What you did was so bad.’ You chided him softly, sinking to your knees before him. His eyes darted away from your chest to yours in question and you gave him a wordless, coy smile as you looked up at him, delighting in how his stance faltered for a moment when you reached over to stroke him over his pants. ‘You need to make up for it, Kookie.’
He looked down to watch where you were touching him and you clasped his chin to redirect his attention.
'Eyes on me.’ You said. ‘This is part of your punishment.’
Jungkook nodded and held your heavy gaze lidded gaze even as you reached into to his sweats to retrieve his erection and jerked him off.
You could feel him tremble with restraint, and he twitched persistently in your hand as he panted breathlessly, the flush on him only deepening more and more as a sheen of sweat formed over his skin.
'So hard…' You said, thumbing his leaking slit slowly. Your fingers could barely meet around his girth, he was more than well endowed and generously packing, tall in height and thick. There was a lot of ground to cover and you tried to be thorough about it, making sure no patch of sensitive skin was left out. You used some of his pre-cum as lubricant and even let a little spit to dribble down your chin onto him to make an easy glide as you stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered and whimpered. ‘Does it hurt?’
'N-no. Feels good- when you-'
‘When I?’ You tilted your head.
'When you-when you use your thumb-'
‘Like this?’
You stroked him down the slit where a jutting vein was slowly and he went feral.
'Fuck!’ He groaned, hips snapping, biceps bulging as his fists tightened around nothing where they dug and crushed into the floor. ‘Yes!’
'It's not supposed to feel good though.’ You droned with a little laugh and you saw when it flashed in his eyes. Unadulterated dread. It thrilled you a little and it made you bold. ‘It’s supposed to feel like hell. Because I’m punishing you after all.’
Then you dipped your head and took him in your mouth and immediately he started thrusting up.
You moved back to pull yourself off him with a wet pop and shot him a hard look. ‘Don’t move.’ You told him harshly, lips glistening with a bit of his pre-cum and your saliva. ‘And keep your hands to yourself.’
He nodded erratically, so ready to acquiesce and abide.
‘Okay…’ It came out as a groan through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense. Oh. You mused. What’s this? He was getting impatient? Restless? Frustrated? ‘Please just- ugh!’
You put your mouth on his cock again, planting wet kisses and licking around the base, tracing the pulsing veiny lines with your tongue and his head fell back. His nails dug into his palms, cutting skin as he tried to control the urge to roll his hips into your mouth while you sucked him off slow and sloppy.
He stuttered out your name only to stumble when you squeezed his balls pointedly at his slip of tongue. ‘Mommy- fuck- I’m close.’
You peered up at him and almost creamed yourself on the spot. He looked so debauched.
You increased your vigor, massaging his heavy balls in your hands until it became impossible for him to breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his tip, rolling your tongue over the sensitive head.
He released hoarse sounds as you coated his shaft with your saliva, strained and strangled, crosses between whimpers and moans.
Adjusting your position and spreading your knees, you grasped him at the base and opened your lips up. You held his gaze, engulfing his cock into your mouth and you hummed as he glided into you until his tip hit the back of your throat.
Jungkook murmured weakly, near delirious, cock throbbing wildly inside of you as he took in the sight. Of your lips stretched around his cock. At the exhilarating sensation of your warm mouth and your tight throat clutching him in a snatch.
His hands sought your hair, startling you, tightening, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he began drawing you back and forth, in and out. He thrust his cock into and out of your mouth, chest thrumming at the view of him entering and exiting the tight purse of your plump lips, glistening with your spit.
Shutting his eyes tight, he began bucking his hips sharply, fucking your face with a punishing ferocity as he gripped you tightly and threw his head further back, mouth hanging open. His balls slapped against your chin, and you gagged on his cock at the change in pace, gripping at his thighs for purchase. It only aroused him more, made him flex his hips with even more zest and zeal.
Chancing you a glance, he found you looking out of this world ravishing.
Your teary eyes fluttered, tear tracks staining your flushed, hollowed cheeks. You clutched him snug with those plump, juicy lips, even as you gurgled on his cock.
Releasing a rough groan, he flexed his hips harshly and brought you forward onto his cock until your nose pressed into his abdomen and he slipped as deep into your throat as he could go. His thighs clenched beneath your palms as he released a low curse, muttering absolute nonsense, and his cock pulsed tellingly and he couldn’t help but jerk further in as his abdomen clenched and he tasted it on his tongue as felt it on his bones-
Only to fall hitting the ground hard when you abruptly pulled away.
His eyes shot open, bleary as they blinked at you, while he heaved heavily, wide in disbelief, stumbling over his tongue stuttering your name.
‘Why would you-'
A harsh slap had his head snapping sideways.
‘That.’ You snapped, heaving over yourself with tears and snot and spit all over your face. God, you could finally breathe again. Your scalp tingled a little from where he’d grabbed you and it was pleasant but today was not that kind of a day. Your scowl deepened. ‘And I told you not to move. But you did.’
Jungkook could do nothing but release a broken sound as his eyes watered and your look turned a little wry, some of the vexation in you simmering down.
You hated seeing him get like this. He just wanted you that bad and he acted out because of it. You knew where he was coming from. You felt the same.
Getting your hair out of your face, you straddled his lap, held his face to lift his hanging head and made him look straight at you.
‘Jungkook, I can’t reward you if you’re not going to be good and listen to me.’ You said softly, soothing the sting off his left cheek with the gentle stroke of your thumb over the pinkening skin as he sniffled, his nose so so red.. ‘All you have to do is do as I say. It’s that simple. Why is it so hard for you to understand?’
'I-' He tried to voice but found himself choking on a sob, speech stuttering. His shoulders shook and tears streamed down his face almost endlessly. ‘I’m sorry, mommy. So sorry, I won’t do it again. I swear I’ll be good. I promise… please … I swear…’
‘Shh…’ You hushed him quietly, wiping at them, feeling your heart soften to a puddle unbiddenly with your love for him. ‘Since you’re such a sweetie, I’ll tell you one more time. One last time.’
Jungkook listened to you intently, holding your now steady gaze with his teary ones.
'Don't move unless I tell you to. Don’t talk unless I ask you something. Keep your hands where I put them, only move them when you hear me tell you to. Got it?’
He nodded while you held him, a jerky movement as he sniffled again.
'Yes, mommy.’
You smiled. How adorable.
'Good.’ You said, pecking the red tip of his nose, satisfied, soul rested at reaching an agreement with him and seeing him calm a little. It made slipping into your role again easier. 'If you call my name again with your filthy mouth, I’m gonna stop. You’ve got to earn it. Otherwise, you’ll never learn.’
Since it wasn’t a question, he didn’t respond. You watched his throat bobbed as he shook a little. It was the quake that came in the aftermath of sobbing and something else. You were vaguely aware of his slick cock where it laid flat against the ridged planes of his solid tummy, twitching and pulsing and desperate for a little touch, a little kiss, a little suck, from you.
It was almost embarrassing to admit how close you were to pouncing on him in the moment. But you wanted to keep this going. You stopped him earlier so firmly because of it.
'I think you understand well enough now. ‘ You pushed yourself off your knees and stood to help him take his shirt off, marveling and feeling at his ripped ink skin for a moment before your eyes flickered to his face. ‘Now kiss me.’
He pushed forward and crashed his lips against yours, moaning deeply as he shoved his tongue down your throat, all too eager to finally be able to be allowed this.
Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands slid up his firm chest, fingers joining and clasping to lace as you brought your arms around his neck.
You forced yourself to part from him to angle your head the other way to deepen the kiss and he chased your lips hungrily all the way, your teeth colliding when you meshed together again.
With your hands in his hair, you guided him to you neck, then your collarbones. You hugged him tighter and sighed in bliss as he started lavishing your tits, lapping at your nipples with his tongue and relieving them off their ache, nibbling with his teeth.
'Fuck…' You moaned, arching, for more. You wanted more. ‘Guk… use your hands. Touch them.’
His hands shot out fast and he gripped, squeezing your flesh as he showered your tits with his attention, leaving a sheen behind from his mouth and a red tinge and sting from his fervor.
You winced, jolting sharply.
He was being too rough. Pinching and biting and twisting, drawing seemingly pained sounds from deep inside of you as you panted. But you couldn’t find it in you to stop him because it felt so good.
To reward him for making you feel good, you reached in between your bodies, gripping his cock again.
He jolted, unintentionally biting down on your nipple, making you jerk with a curse as electricity shot through you, hitting you down to the core. But you kept pretense, grabbing his cock and pulling him back by the hair to give him a stern look.
'Don't stop.’ You commanded, breathless and throaty. ‘If you want to come. Don’t. Stop.’
Jungkook obliged and dived in to suckle on your tits and knead the soft flesh with even more vigor than before, something you didn’t think possible. You jerked him off with just as much zeal, fingers scratching his scalp as you bit down on your bottom lip, throbbing dully from the kiss before, to hold back wanton noises.
‘M-mommy-‘ he husked in a stutter against your tits, a strong arm looping around your waist to ground him, hand trembling where he squeezed you desperately when he pulled away to look up at you with glittery eyes. ‘I’m sorry b-but- I-'
You moved your fist up and down around his girth, probing the leaking tip with your thumb, gathering pre cum and spreading the sticky essence all over his shaft as you asked him if you were making him feel good, observing his lust laden expression through your lashes, to which he nodded at dumbly, incoherent affirmatives tumbling out of his parted lips.
‘Are you close?’ His balls were hot and heavy and pulsing with load when you took them between your fingers to rile him up even more and he groaned, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly. ‘Tell me, are you close baby?’ He pulsed at the pet name, a harsh curse slipping out the part of his lip. ‘Yes!’
'Well?’ You prompted, increasing your pace as you felt his cock buzz tellingly. ‘Come for me, baby boy.’
And he did, thick, hot jet streams shooting out and flying all over in between them, on your belly, on your thighs, and even on the bottom curve of your tits.
You found yourself breathing heavy in the aftermath, supporting a spent Jungkook who had his face buried into you chest with his back bowed, his arms weakly brought around your waist .
You kept your hand on his hair, soothing down the damp strands gently.
‘Tired…’ he mumbled into your skin, an incoherent slur you miraculously caught. ‘Can’t… move…'
You laughed a little.
'Of course.’ You said. You were feeling a lot more drained than you usually did after sex yourself, from your skin down to your bone. ‘That was a lot wasn’t it.’
‘Yeah…' he agreed sleepily. ‘But I had fun…. T’was good.’
‘I know.’ You leaned into to press a kiss to his crown and looped your arms snug around him in an embrace to keep him warm. ‘Me too.’ - Somewhere in between pulling yourselves together and trying to learn how to breath again, he’d dozed of on your tits.
You had a petite frame compared to his height and muscle. Jungkook was really tall and very broad in general.
Dragging his dead weight to the room wasn’t easy.
But you got there eventually.
He sunk into the sheets mumbling on his belly and you joined him on your side of the bed after catching your breath, shimmying into comfort next to his warmth to get some shut eye for a moment.
A handful of hours must’ve gone by. You were first to wake up. It was somewhere around five am. Not your usual time, unlike Jungkook who loved getting up early to hit the gym before work, but you had things to do.
He must’ve been really tired. He slept through his alarm. You reached out to the night stand with his things to hit snooze for him and decided he could do with some extra minutes of sleep.
You watched him propped on one elbow with your fist pressing at your cheek where he slept on after changing out of your birthday suit into one of his comfortable shirts, snoring softly, touching his hair.
Jungkook shifted, eyes fluttering lazily. When they saw you, he blinked dazedly multiple times before he shifted on his side to face you completely, bringing a loose arm around your waist.
‘Are you not tired?’ He asked you with a pleasant gruffness to his voice, eyes still shut.
‘No,’ You shook your head, tracing along the shape of his brow gently and brushing his fringe aside before you cupped his face. ‘I’m starting early today.’
His lids cracked open a notch and he looked at you questioningly with sleep in his eyes.
'Doing what?’
‘Homework.’
'But you’re in college.’ He pointed out in a rasp, pouting a little at the prospect of having you torn away from him and tugging you closer until you tumble on top of him. ’They don’t give out homework in college. I know. I’ve been there.’
You laughed, finding his clinginess cute. It wasn’t everyday that he referred back to his younger days, days he didn’t seem to be too proud of, often times reminiscing on them every now and then with a cringe or grimace or red tipped ears.
If there was something you knew for sure he didn’t regret about all the mishaps and slip ups of his past life, it was that it made him who he was, got him his awesome sleeve and it led him to meeting you in his later years.
Unable to help it, feeling your heart brim, you leaned down to peck him, just because he was right there, so close and near and yours.
‘It’s an assignment that I’m supposed to get done at home so…'
‘Homework.’ He nodded, lips stretching in a lazy, dopey grin as his hands lifted to rest on your waist and massage your sides absently. ‘Right. What about your parfait?’
That gave you a pause. He planted a kiss on the side of your mouth. He probably meant to catch your lips but he obviously still had quite some sleep weighing down on his system.
Right now, he seemed fine with just kissing down your jaw, and your neck, gentle and languid as he breathed you in and embraced you snugger. Distractedly, he asked. 'Did you get to eat it?’
You considered it in, humming at the pleasant feeling of his lips and hands on you, slipping your fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head when he lifts his head a little to nip at your collarbones.
‘Yeah.’ You breathed out, voice a little husky. When he pulled away to blink up at you questioningly, you titled your and you grinned a little, working your thumb in circles at the base of his skull . 'You feed it to me, don’t you remember?’
The hazy look on his face dissipated as clarity dawned on his features and a deep flush broke out on his face, from the tips of his ears and down his neck.
'I thought…’ he trailed off, blinking repeatedly, struggling to speak as he went over the events of the previous night. ‘That’s good then. That uh you’ve satisfied your craving.’
You held back a little chuckle at his flustered reaction and hummed.
‘Yeah…' Your fingers touched his lips, soft and plump and still a little redder than normal from yesterday. ‘I wonder what I’ll be craving next.’
His lips stretched underneath your finger tip and it was nothing short cheeky and brimming mischief.
'Me too.’ He said, reaching out to cradle your nape. His thumb brushed your pulse tenderly, and he brought you close enough so that your noses touched and you shared a breath. ‘That reminds me, I never really got to make it up to you.’
Your suspicion for a scheme aside, you frowned at what he said, tilting your head.
‘You did.’ You told him, wondering if he was joking around or something. ‘I’m not mad anymore.’
'I mean I got to get off,' Jungkook explained, eyes darting all over your face before it settled on yours, steady and firm. ‘But you didn’t.’
‘Oh.’ You blinked, suddenly feeling all hot and funny. You let out a little breathy laugh and shook your head, squeezing where you held him a little to reassure him, giving him a tiny smile. ‘But, I didn’t need to. I had fun too. It's fine, really.’
He held you in silence, idly tracing your cheeks.
‘But I want to make it up to you.’ He stated earnestly, then he titled his head and his eyes flickered to you with a telling glint. He rasped our your name. 'I’m craving something.’
You resisted a huff even as you shuddered down to your toes and decided to entertain him
‘Tell me.' You perched your chin on his sternum and stared up at him, fingers slipping his hair to glide down his neck and shoulder in a slow, drawn out motion to rest on his chest, where his heart beat was picking up ‘What are you craving?’
Jungkook was silent for a beat, watching you with darkening eyes.
'Do we still have whip cream left?’
‘No.’ You shook your head slightly, feeling him up. ‘Finished it.’
He nodded distractedly, humming low in his throat.
'Alright.’ He muttered, reaching out to sooth your hair down and before he gripped. Oh. Heat coiled in your belly and he smirked at how hot you were getting on top of him. ‘I'm guessing fruit and yogurt will do. We have that.’
You peered up at him through your lashes and bit you lip, pulse picking up. The morning wood he sporting was getting impossible to ignore now with how he was looking at you.
‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’
‘Yeap.’ His lips curled into a lazy grin, and when he released you, you almost whined but he went straight to cupping your ass beneath the shirt of his you were wearing, clad in only underwear, making you jolt a little at the sudden motion, but you certainly had no complaints. ‘But first-‘
Jungkook chuckled at the sound you let out, and he gave you a playful smack before he mumbled, eyes dark with intent.
‘Will you look at the clock- it’s time for breakfast.’ Of course he would go and say something corny like that first thing in the morning. You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat up with your palms on his chest to push yourself off him.
‘It’s my turn to cook.’ You said, standing after moving off your straddle on him to slip your feet into your slippers, a white bunny with red detail to match his black bunny with pink cheeks. You tied your hair into a messy bun as he shuffled to lay on his side behind you and looked down at him over your shoulder, hands on your hips. ‘What are you in the mood for?’
He observed you silently for a while, then he reached over and gently took your hand, tugging you back.
'You.’ He spoke lowly, husking your name, his gaze clear even while heavy lidded with blatant arousal. ‘I’m in the mood for you.’
You sighed and turned to face him, leaning down to give him a quick peck and hold his face with your free hand.
‘That’s real sweet Kooks, but I’m talking about real food.’
He opened his pretty doe eyes wider slowly, bottom lip jutting out in pout that floored you, almost ensnaring you. A tender chuckle tumbled out of your lips and you gave his cheek a light pat with a little ‘tough luck’ before heading towards the door when he let reluctantly your hand slip out of his.
‘Put on something before you come out.’ You called from the door after grabbing one of his sweats from the draw before you entered the bathroom to freshen up quickly. They were big, dragging on the floor but they were warm and comfy and all you had to do was pull on the drawstrings. You shivered as soon as you walked out and hit the hallways, hugging yourself, trying to rub the goosebumps off your arms. The mornings were as brutal as ever it seemed. ‘It’s really cold out here.’
You could hear him groan from the living room and you shook your head, sighing under your breath as you slipped into the kitchen. Jungkook got sick so easy and he could be so stylish when he went out without trying but he hated wearing clothes inside more than anything.
What a mysterious enigma, you thought with a hint of sarcasm, and unbidden, a hint of affection bled through and extended that thought. One of the seven wonders of the world, that one.
You’d get to him and dress him yourself in a moment. Right now, your grumbling tummy couldn’t be ignored any longer.
You opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a while before you took out the eggs and bacon and set it on the counter.
Jungkook came out in a hoodie with sweats on, sitting across you on one of the two tall stools where you were setting the plates with a frown.
You absently started a count down in your head as you arranged the spread before you, already knowing the drill.
Three.
Two.
He started by calling you out, voice rough from sleep still. ‘You’re a real meanie. You know that?’
You hummed absently, moving to the other side and cracking the eggs over the sizzling pan.
‘At least give me my morning kiss.’ He called out from behind you. ‘I gave it to you already.’
‘A real one.’ He countered. ‘Not just a peck.’
You turned to grab some salt on the eating counter and sent him a look.
His hair was all mussed and you had to admit it was an adorably, hot look but there were other more pressing matters that begged for your attention. He was dressed yes, but of course, he was showing ripped skin down the center. It was tempting but you were more concerned for his wellbeing.
'Zip it first.’ You gestured at his hoodie. ‘Maybe then I’ll think about it.’
Jungkook did as you said sooner than you could finish blinking.
‘There.’ He declared with enthusiasm, brimming with childlike glee with an ear to ear grin, practically thrumming in excitement in his seat. ‘Now kiss me.’
Oh, there was no way you could deny him, especially when he got like this, so eager for your kisses. But you could be a little stern about, try to get all contemplative and rational when all you wanted to do was shower him with them.
So, you stared at him for a bit before you walked over and braced yourself to lean over the counter on your tiptoes so you could lift yourself, palms pressed onto the cold, marble surface.
He spared you the embarrassment of having to climb the counter and leaned over with his height to meet you somewhere halfway and cradle your face in his hands.
It was just a fitted press at first, your mouth slotted against his gently, melding perfectly, then a gliding roll of lips.
He held your face tighter when you tried to get back on your heels.
'The food…' you spoke airily against the wet smack of their lips, gaze trying to shift over your shoulders where the stove was sizzling. ‘It’s gonna burn…'
He tolerated blindly kissing your cheek for only a bit before he used his other hand to redirect your face towards him and meshed your lips again.
'Just a little bit more…' he husked, taking you bottom lip in between his as he angled his head, thumbs brushing your warm cheeks tenderly. ‘Let me taste you a bit more…'
His mouth tasted a little like mint, with a hint of cherry from his favorite chap stick and something distinctly him beneath it all as your tongues breached to mingle. It was intoxicating, making you feel dizzy and weightless.
Your heart felt unbelievably full and it was the easiest thing to melt into him. You closed your eyes, giving in and let him caress your tongue with his as you made out until your lungs protested.
Your eyes were still softly shut when he pulled way with a string of saliva in between your lips. He smiled a little at your serene expression and your eyes opened when he brushed a trail of wetness off the side of your mouth with his thumbs.
‘Spit.’ He said simply, giving you a final wipe with a satisfied nod and a dopey stretch to his lips. ‘All good now.’
You felt the spot with your fingers. It tingled pleasantly, like your cheeks, which were hot and probably super flushed with color.
Nodding, you pushed yourself off the counter and went over to check on the eggs.
They were a little crisper around the edge but luckily, not charred and burnt. Jungkook liked his eggs a little on the rawer in the mornings, for the rich proteins, good for muscles, he said once. You would have these ones. You finished cooking with no incident and in no time you were sitting across each other.
'Looks good,' Jungkook complimented, reaching for his fork with a bright grin as you did the same. It widened when he looked up at you. There was that pretty, sea glass twinkle in his galaxy eyes. ‘Thanks for the meal.’
You watched him dive in, humming graciously and you looked down at your own food, muttering your own thank with a little smile.
You were so so grateful for having him in your life.
i went through hoops trying to upload this. i made the banner myself. i edited this a dozen times.
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mine to claim (m) | k.th. | one-shot
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🎧 good for you by selena gomez once in a lifetime by landon austin
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pairing: taehyung x reader
rating: m (18+)
genre: smut | angst | fluff | alpha!taehyung | omega!reader | werewolf!au | idiots to lovers!au | fwb!au
summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?
warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3
word count: 13 k
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submission for the October Games hosted by House Seokubus.
❂ Pleasure Hallows           ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Kat @yeoldontknow through @bangtansorciere
⤐  AU Type: Full Moon - A/B/O Dynamics ⤐  Themes: Werewolves/Hybrids | Mutual Pining ⤐  Kinks: Knotting, Scenting, Breeding/Impreg, Begging, Pain Kink, Praise Kink, Clit Spanking, Pussy/Cock Worship, Size Kink
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note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow... RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃
Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕
Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜
— masterlist
— feedback is always appreciated!
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You smell him before you hear him.
Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.
Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.
His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock. 
Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?
You swallow, thickly.
What is he gonna do to clear his head?
Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.
You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you're clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.
Perfect.
Bowing your head in the kind of submission you know he would appreciate, you walk up to the door and quietly unlock it from inside.
Your eyes catch his black Oxfords right as a surprised sound escapes him when you tug the door open. He wordlessly steps in and you step backwards on your bare feet.
In the half decade you’ve known him closely, you’ve come to be able to expertly discern when to be his friend and when to be the Omega he’s addicted to by judging just his mood. And so you keep your mouth sealed and gaze lowered even as he steps up close enough for his suit jacket to brush against you.
His harsh exhale washes over your neck and collarbones, you holding back a shiver at the sensation. But then he opens his mouth to speak and his low timbre pulls the repressed shiver out of you.
“I’ve had a horrible day,” he murmurs into your hair, and as his scent of distress lowers and desire builds up, your breathing gets rocky. “I am going to fuck you deep and hard and long – all night if I have to, and you will take it like the good, little bitch you are. Am I clear?”
Your jaw trembles when you try to open your mouth to word your agreement. Unable to formulate words, you nod your head as clearly as you can.
Which immediately earns you a disapproving click of his tongue. “Is that how you respond to me, now?”
You shake your head vigorously, deciding to drop to your knees to reassure him of your submission. 
Although in hindsight, he should be able to smell your overwhelming arousal and the need to please him that is sure to be emanating from you. But maybe his displeasure is so grave today that he needs to see you break before him to calm down.
It isn’t the first time this would happen, if that is actually the case.
Last summer, when Taehyung’s father passed away and the responsibilities of the pack fell onto his shoulders, he kept you in his bed for a week. You took another week off work after that just to recover from the dehydration and the bruising you endured.
And also to attempt to heal your heart when he trampled all over it by informing you how the Elders at the Court were pressuring him to find a perfect Alpha bride quickly, now that he was going to be the King – the obvious choice because one of his brothers is a businessman and the other in a same gender relationship that the Court doesn't approve of – in the form of pillow-talk.
He hasn't found one, yet, but that doesn't help at all, because it is only a matter of time until he leaves you behind. You, the stupid Omega friend of an Alpha, who dared to think that societal tags couldn’t come in the way of her heart’s desires she has had for years just because he chose to spend his first heat with her. You were eighteen and naïve – now you’re older and hopeless, having learnt that life doesn’t always work your way.
So now, other than being his friend, you’ve assumed the role of your Alpha’s Omega bitch that helps him through his emotions by letting him use her body however he wants to. While he continues to be your everything, just like he has been since you first met him through your parents at the age of thirteen. It took him a year to even acknowledge you and more years to actually consider you a friend. That should've been a red freaking flag, should it not have? But you have been stupid all your life, so what's new.
“Try to make your mouth work before I put it to other uses.”
You blink at Taehyung’s command as you come back to yourself, horrified when a tear trickles out of your eyes with your action. 
Grateful when he steps away to take off his suit jacket and shoes, you quickly swipe at your cheek with a palm. It would be disastrous to have him smell your gloom when he’s been feeling the way you know he is. His scent has mellowed down to just frustration now, which is quickly merging with sexual need, and you’d like it to not revert at any cost.
You clear your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the wetness that has been leaking out of you ever since you felt his proximity and heard his voice. Yes, that will get you smelling like lust in no time.
“I – I’m sorry, Alpha.”
He hums in approval. “Did I overwhelm you, little Omega?”
You duck your head further to rest your chin atop your collar-bones. “Your voice, Alpha…”
“My voice overwhelms you?” 
You can hear the amusement in his tone, along with the clicking sound of his cufflinks coming off. He is folding his shirt sleeves up. 
Oh good God. 
Every little thing about him is so deliciously arousing, it turns you into a quivering, wet mess, begging for him to ruin you.
“Answer me!” he growls and you instinctively drop your hands to the floor, not unlike a perfectly trained Alpha's bitch.
“I – I – I’m sorry, Alpha! I… Your – your voice… turns me on,” you mumble, a little embarrassed at your admission but also pretty helpless because he would know in a while, anyway, so you’d better not lie unnecessarily. 
"Does it, now." He doesn't frame it like a question, and that makes him sound all the more imposing and massive and irresistible. "My voice gets that pussy all wet and leaking?"
Your teeth clench when his words manifest themselves, instantly. "Yes, Alpha."
"Good. Show me."
Your muscles lock up. What?
"Do I have to tear your clothes off with my own hands?" There's mockery in his voice now, making you want to look at his face to catch his raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes that he is usually sporting when he talks to you like this, looking unfairly sexy. "Don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes, Alpha."
You rise up to your knees. Your hands have a tremble in them, but you try to tamp it down the best you can and hook your thumbs into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear together. You pull them down your thighs in one, single, sharp movement. You bite down on your lip to ignore the way your underwear tries to cling on to the wetness your pussy has coated it with.
Knees scraping against the coarse carpet, you twirl around to face away from him. He smells like sex, now, and you use that scent as a guide to direct your exposed nether regions to sit perfectly in his line of sight.
Then you rest your palms on the floor and lift your ass up.
Taehyung groans loud and deep, echoing in your stomach and filling it up with nervous butterflies. Your eyelids flutter like the wings of one.
"My perfect little bitch, look at you," he approves, words coming from the back of his throat. "You're dripping down your thighs, baby."
Shit, being called his bitch was making you lose your sanity as it is. But this other, infinitely more intimate sounding pet name hits you in a different, much more vulnerable place.
You whimper in response, lowering your face so that it hides behind the curtain of your hair.
His heels clap against the hardwood floor, alerting you of him moving closer to you, until the carpet muffles his footfalls and leaves you in the dark. And then two of his long, elegant, perfect fingers brush over your clit, feathering up your pussy with a barely there touch to make you choke on your next exhale. He pauses at your entrance to draw in a loud breath.
"So so fucking delicious, baby, you smell so good." His words are tight and rushed, but his fingers take their time sliding into you.
A moan builds in your throat until you can't contain it behind clenched teeth anymore. It reverberates against the walls of your living room, earning you an amused hum from the formidable male behind you. 
Two of Taehyung’s digits rest snugly in you, reaching that sensitive spot deep within you with practiced ease. He teases you with tiny movements – letting his fingertips jump just the slightest against the rough patch of nerves deep inside of you, barely even moving, but it has you clawing at the carpet in need. 
It is always like this with him, in all spheres of life – the faintest effort on his end turns you into a puddle at his feet. Always. He would smile at you once and you would dream about it for a month. Being in love is bad enough. Knowing it is hopeless and destined to doom is worse. 
Your despairing thoughts are suddenly pushed away when you notice how his broad shadow swallows your body. It always makes your eyes glaze over with lust, the realization how every part of him is big enough to break you like a twig if he wants to, but he chooses not to. Delirious with desire, you push your ass back against his fingers.
“Oh, my desperate little bitch,” he rumbles affectionately, bending to press a kiss against your ass cheek. “Don’t try to rush me. This pussy deserves all my attention and care…”
Fuck, why does he have to sound so darn intoxicating all the time?
“Please… Please go harder…”
“Should I, baby?” He hums, finally moving his fingers. “You want it fast and rough? Won’t let me make a shrine of this gorgeous, delicious cunt?”
You almost preferred it when he was just teasing with his fingertips, because now his fingers are dragging halfway out of your cunt and then sliding back in, just shy of brushing against your sensitive spot that he knows the location of almost better than you do. 
Sometimes it feels like Taehyung has a map of your body tattooed to his brain. The thought is not as comforting as it should be, because he always has you at his mercy with this power.
His words have your thighs shaking with effort, another, “please,” leaving you in a hushed whisper as your furrowed brows and squinted eyes focus on the fur of the carpet inches from your face.
“You really wanna come like this, little Omega? Won’t wait for my lips? My cock?”
He sounds amused again.
Oh God, you really shouldn't find his amusement arousing. He has you strung like a puppet and you somehow feel gratification in that? What the hell is wrong with you? You lean down to mush your face into the carpet in frustration.
"No… Want to please you, Alpha," you mumble into the fur. "Please just… use me. Please.”
A large hand canvasses one of your ass cheeks, smacking it playfully before he grabs a handful. “Look at my little bitch beg. I am using you, sweetheart. Using this juicy little pussy to get my fingers all nice and wet so that I can fuck it better with them.” He curls said fingers to push against your g-spot, and you moan into the carpet. “And then I’ll fuck you open with my cock.”
With that, he finally changes his lethargic pace to a fast, brutal one – pulling your most intimate parts open with his grip on your ass cheek while his fingers move in and out of you in a blur of a movement. You whine, scream and cry into the carpet, both your hands fisted in its fur next to your face while your hips stutter against the assault of his unfairly skilled fingers.
"Oh, you like that? Fuck, you sound so fucking sexy, baby," he groans, fingers fucking you thoroughly.
At one point, your upper body falls limp to the ground, Taehyung playing with you like you are his personal sex toy. Which you, in a way, very much are. 
Your arousal gushes out of you with every perfectly aimed stroke of his fingers, and you wail, mouth wide open and eyes screwed shut against the coarse fur. You can feel yourself climbing the peak to your climax, but you know better to even think about trying to get to it without his command. And so you grit your teeth as tight as you shut your eyes, body stiffening a bit with your efforts of trying to keep your orgasm at bay.
“What’s this,” comes a gravelly murmur, Taehyung’s fingers dimpling your ass cheek obscenely. “Baby’s trying to hold herself back, huh? So soon?”
His low chuckles make your whole body thrum with renewed arousal, attempts at holding yourself in immediately rendered futile. And then he retracts his fingers from you, leaving your cunt to convulse around nothing.
“Alpha,” you whine, wiggling your ass in desperation, and earn a prompt spank to your ass cheek with his wet fingers.
“Stop being a slut,” he admonishes you, gripping at your waist to turn you on your back.
You look up at him through hazy eyes, taking his beautiful self in for the first time, tonight. 
He looks as delicious as you thought he would. His black hair is combed away from his forehead, shapely eyebrows on full display. His soft brown eyes are coated with a golden layer of lust that they always wear when he has you beneath him, and his plump lips are red from his teeth constantly digging into them. He is kneeling between your legs in deep brown slacks and a white shirt that is rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. The expensive watch on his wrist looks sexier to you than it probably should, especially when you catch the wetness on the fingers of the same hand. 
Your wetness. He had those fingers in you. Your gaze spans to his crotch, throat drying at the sight of the bulge you spot there. You’re going to have that thickness in you too, soon.
“Done?”
You look up to his face, blushing red when you find him smirking.
“You’re so gutsy for eye-fucking an Alpha the way you always do, you know?” he teases you, gripping the edge of your pajama top to roll it up your body. “One of the reasons why I can’t resist this pussy.”
The implication that he tries to resist doesn’t escape you. The reminder that he isn’t here because of you but just because your scent tempts him to do so, is like a slap across your face. You scramble to cover up the pain with arousal before he can sense it.
You don’t have to work hard, though, when he snakes both his arms beneath your shoulders, leaning over you to cover your body with his. His breathtaking eyes look into the depths of yours, making you fear for all the secrets you keep locked away in your heart.
“Climb,” he commands, and you immediately wrap both your legs around his waist and arms around his back.
He stands up with you clinging onto him like a Koala with laughable ease, squeezing your ass as he walks the two of you to your bedroom. Your chin rests against his sternum, mouth peppering light kisses over the expanse of his throat.
"Behave," comes his grunted admonishment, making you look up at him with round eyes.
"Did you not like that, Alpha?"
Taehyung looks at you from under his lashes, the fire in his gaze threatening to turn you into a bigger mess that you already are. 
"It was distracting me," are his final words before he drops you onto your mattress, standing back to watch your body bounce, amused. "Cute."
Cheeks warm, you scramble into a sitting position, quickly rearranging your legs to kneel on the bed. Taehyung shakes his head, though, and you freeze.
"Lay back," he orders, beautiful fingers reaching up to unbutton his shirt.
Your heart thumps in your ears when the silk cloth slides off his broad shoulders. His toned, golden body beckons you to him – but you resist, arousal pooling on the bedsheet between your legs when Taehyung moves to stand next to the edge of the bed, in front of your exposed pussy.
Long, elegant fingers wrap around your thighs, digging in with his strength as he tugs – and you're pulled down the mattress to him, ass settled on the edge. Taehyung meets your eyes with his gaze gleaming golden, his wolf showing itself in his heightened lustful state.
You gulp when he quietly lowers to his knees, tongue licking at his lips, wide shoulders rolling back, built chest bulging. His eyes still look at you – look through you, to your soul.
And then his gaze moves to your bare center, the golden brightening in his eyes to an intensity that almost glows.
"Such a pretty, fucking pussy," he growls, your thighs quivering in his clenching hands. "Pink and wet and mine."
Your eyes flutter shut as the last of his words washes over you.
His. Yes, you are. Undeniably, irrevocably his.
But he isn't yours. At least, not in the ways you want him to be. Not outside of bed.
And maybe that should be enough. But sometimes it's not. Sometimes, the love you hold for him in your chest overwhelms you too much for that to be enough. God, you love him so much, so freaking much, you wish you could have him – all of him, in every way, all the time. 
“Am I stressing you out?”
His hiss against your skin travels through your thigh to spread all over your body until your muscles lock up in fright. You scrunch your eyes shut, face twisting in a grimace. He sensed your shift in emotions.
“I—”
“Maybe,” Taehyung cuts you off, “I need to engage you better, hm?”
Your throat, your whole mouth runs dry, but you don’t even get the chance to collect your thoughts before a slapping sound echoes around you – along with a stinging sensation hitting your clit in full force.
Your mouth freezes in a silent scream, shocked gaze running down to the man between your legs. His plush lips tilt up in a smirk, molten gold eyes narrowed at you with his hand poised next to your thigh and palm turned towards your pussy. His fingers glisten with what must be your arousal. 
“Look at this cunt soaking my hand when I slap it,” he mumbles almost affectionately, separating his fingers to show you how your slick sticks to them. “So perfect. My perfect little wolf.”
His praise fills you up with pride, making you want to do better – to please him until all his earlier stress leaves him.
As if to drive his observation home, his palm rears back and hits you again – a shriek of his name tearing out of your throat this time. Your clit throbs at the assault, becoming more sensitive and alert. You’re positive a single stroke of his finger through your walls can bring you to a blinding orgasm, right now. But you also know he isn’t going to allow you that just yet.
His perverse smile turns into a feral grin, upper lip peeling over his teeth. Pieces of dark hair fall over his forehead, hanging over his hooded eyes that stare at your sex as if it is a three-course meal. 
He looks so dangerous.
You want him to ruin you. 
Another slap over your pussy sends you rocking up the bed. Your eyes water and teeth bite into your lower lip, a muffled groan escaping you.
A rumble of, “what’s that?” is pressed into your knee as Taehyung plants a kiss there with his smirking lips. 
Your whimpers tremble with the shakes of your head. Taehyung gives a hearty laugh, delivering one more slap to your cunt.
“Alpha!” you screech, back arching off the bed.
That one was painful. But so, so amazing. Tears trickle out of your eyes and travel down the sides of your face to seep into the bedsheets. Just as more arousal floods out of your pussy. God, why are you such a mess for him?
Taehyung, always attuned to your body, immediately deduces your pain, sinking to press his lips to your battered clit. Your body jumps at the contact, hypersensitive as it has become, but his soothing lips and tongue have you reacting a lot differently in no time.
His tongue licks into your entrance, massaging your walls just as his teeth drag against your outer lips and you quiver under his attention. His tongue ravishes your cunt, ploughing into you with a vigor before flicking at your clit, and then going back to your entrance – until he decides to wrap his lips around your sensitive nub, and suck.
Your neck is tossed back into the bed, breasts pushed up in air at the heavy onslaught of sensations, and your release closes in on you unannounced.
“Fuck fuck – Alpha! I can’t—can’t hold it—fuck!” You’re sobbing, now, and trying to think up ways of how your Alpha will punish you for coming without his permission, when he surprises you.
Leaning up from your cunt with a parting nip at your clit, he meets your blurred gaze with his lidded, sparkling golden one. “Come for me, then.”
That is all the command your body needs, walls clenching around nothing even before his mouth has gone back to press against your pussy. He brings in a finger to slide into your channel, and immediately, you trap it in your walls – screaming Taehyung’s name to high heavens as your release washes over you. Your body spasms, rocking against his finger for a while, and then falls slack in the bed.
Taehyung is naked and on your body, cupping your cheek when you manage to open your eyes again. 
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs to you, eyes a duller shade of gold now, the brown of his human self peeking through. “Can you take more?”
“Always,” you whisper, losing your mind over how handsome and delicious and big he looks hovering over you like this. 
But then your gaze travels down his firm body to meet his length, fully hard and ready – so freaking beautiful, it is summoning you to have a taste. You coyly look into eyes that have taken on a questioning look. 
“Can I… please have you in my mouth, Alpha?”
Taehyung’s jaw hinges, golden flooding back into his irises at a scary rate, before he mumbles curses and gets off your body to let you get to his throbbing length.
He is long and thick and so so hard. His girth is a trait owed to the species you belong to, but the length is solely him. You’ve been with guys that share the thickness of his cock – but the way his length comes up to be close to your forearm in size is something you haven’t ever experienced with another. And you don’t think you ever will.
You stare, transfixed, at the bead of precum on his tip. You roll your tongue and open your mouth to spit on it, watching as the globule mixes in with his arousal and trickles down the side of his veins.
With a moan, you wrap your mouth around him and slide down, lubricating him with your mouth. His groans meet your ears, erasing the ache your jaw initially felt at the spread. 
Your mouth moves on his cock, diving deep to have him hit the back of your throat, before pulling back and sucking on his tip. Taehyung slowly cards the fingers of both his hands through your hair, gasping with every motion of your head. 
“My precious little Omega with her perfect little mouth,” he grunts, sounding stifled and exerted, and your chest swells with pride.
His fingers wrap over your head to hold you in place soon enough, though, and hips start to drive into your throat at a rapidly increasing pace. You moan around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head. He goes hard and rough, and you desperately cling onto his legs to stop yourself from tilting off your balance.
One of your palms reaches for his heavy balls, fondling the twin sacs and squeezing lightly until you hear him hiss out a curse. You increase the pressure. 
"Fuck!" Taehyung shouts, warning you, "I'm close… fuck, baby, I'll come soon…"
You have no intention of moving away, though. 
You relax your throat as much as you can, never faltering in the motions of your hand. You gag a couple of times when he cuts off your air supply by choking you with the head of his cock down your throat, and he allows you a few seconds’ respite with shallow thrusts before going back to fucking your throat raw.
"Baby," he grunts, hand fisting in your hair. "I'm coming…"
With another couple of thrusts, he gives a muffled whisper of your name and unloads his release down your throat – pulsing and twitching in your mouth as you quickly work on gulping the bulk flooding there. You cough a bit when he pulls out, but swallow every last bit, wiping at your bottom lip with your thumb to catch a leaking drop and lick it.
“Fuck,” echoes his hiss before he knocks you flat against the bed with his kiss.
And then the two of you move in a loop – pleasuring each other till completion, separately, and then one time together. His cock eventually decides to leave your raw throat to nudge your pussy lips apart and drive home into your warmth that has been fluttering almost non-stop, tonight. You’re too far gone to hold onto any cohesive thoughts at this point, vision and senses getting muddled with exhaustion from all the juices you’ve released already.
Making true on his promise, Taehyung fucks you into the early hours of the morning, only letting you rest when you actually black out after a strong orgasm.
When you sleepily complain about the reports you couldn’t mail last night, Taehyung assures you he’ll talk to his brother – your boss – about letting you off the hook and maybe giving you a day off, too.
You don't know if he can or should – or even actually will – use his authority like that, but the fact that he wants to, makes your heart flutter. You think you fall a little more in love. 
And then he cuddles you until you fall asleep, confusingly affectionate and caring, but you aren’t lucid enough to really analyze it. Your last waking thoughts revolve around the way your entwined fingers fit between his perfectly as you fall asleep with both your hands held in his.
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"Her heat is coming up."
Taehyung pauses. "What?"
"You heard me." Jimin, his most trusted Beta and closest friend, rolls his eyes. "I am reminding you that if she asks me again, I'm not gonna say no to her this time."
Taehyung's blood boils in his veins. "No," he grunts, nostrils flaring and forehead creasing.
But Jimin, unbothered and unafraid, waves a dismissive hand in the Alpha’s general direction and goes back to scrolling on his phone.
"Save the aggression for the Pack. I wasn't asking for your permission, I was informing you."
Taehyung gets this uncontrollable urge to drive his fist through his best friend's face. "I'm your Alpha. I can—"
"—not command me to not help out an Omega without valid reasoning." Jimin raises a challenging eyebrow. "I will challenge you in Court and bribe Sehun to turn the Council's vote in my favor. You know I will."
All Taehyung can do is grit his teeth and clench his fists and mentally chant all the reasons why hurting Jimin in this situation will be massively counterproductive. It barely works, but he manages to rein in his violent instincts. Instead, he scowls at the other guy.
"Why the fuck do you have her calendar memorized, you creep?"
"I didn't have to name her for you to know who I'm talking about, and yet I'm the creep here, somehow."
"As if you talk to me about any other female?"
"Actually, I do." Jimin raises a finger up. "You just don't pay any attention when I'm talking about other females."
Wow, Taehyung really walked right into that one. While Jimin breaks into peals of high pitched laughter at the hilarity of this situation – which, mind you, Taehyung fails to see – he himself chooses to get off the couch and make his way to the kitchen. 
Gripping the refrigerator's door, he frowns at himself. What the hell is going on with him? He used to have better control over himself, limiting his jealousy and general annoyance at other wolves being around you like a pro. He never used to be bothered by Jimin talking about you. What has changed?
He is quick to remind himself that Jimin has never before talked about helping you through your heat. But then, you have had other Betas do it for you over the years. It shouldn't bother him so much. Well, not more than the fact that you never try to ask him.
Extracting a cold bottle of water from himself, Taehyung figures he's partially to be blamed for your disinterest. He has staked such a blatant claim on your spare time, it should be understandable why you would want to steer clear of him whenever you can. You already see more of him than you want to. He would hate him, too, if he was in your position and was made to take care of his Alpha just because the Alpha had taken an interest in him.
Taehyung freezes.
Is that what he’s doing to you? 
Fuck. He’s so horribly pathetic.
He reminds himself that there are also a couple of other issues an Omega needs to think of when asking for an Alpha’s help with their heat. Alphas tend to be the most possessive and territorial, and more often than not end up mating with the Omega they help through its heat. And he can come up with a laundry list of reasons why you would run in the other direction from that possibility.
You do not have it easy, in the least. Omegas are supposed to be special, what with their undying loyalty to their pack and the Alpha. But instead, their little to no sense of self preservation and the capability of making Alphas bend to their wiles by the scent of their sex actually makes them an easy target for abuse and disrespect. No one wants to marry an Omega, knowing they would have to ward off potential suitors all their life because even a mated Omega has a scent that attracts attention. Well, unless it is an Alpha they are mated to, because no one wants to mess with an Alpha’s mate unless they have a death wish. 
Taehyung gulps down half the bottle of water to take the reins of his spiraling thoughts. 
Literally everyone in his pack has been wanting him to choose a mate for nearly a year, now, with Jimin dropping hints that it could be you. Taehyung knows better than to follow that advice, but he is starting to wonder if should maybe take the rest of his pack more seriously before the Elders force him into a contractual marriage or some shit. 
He kind of wishes the Moon Goddess actually designated mates to wolves, the way his ancestors used to believe she did. Mating would be a lot less of a headache if he lived in a world where his body was conditioned to be attracted to just one other individual. Yeah, it could go horribly bad if something happened to one half of the mated pair, but then, it isn’t that easy for mates to live without each other, anyway. He would know. He has seen his father live as a shell of himself after his mother died.
Sighing at his suddenly heavy thoughts, he walks back to the living room – to a sight that makes him do a double take.
You are sitting in the spot he just vacated, cuddled into Jimin’s side and giggling at something on his phone.
For a moment, Taehyung is convinced he is hallucinating. He didn’t hear you get here, couldn’t – can’t smell you, at all. He could have been distracted by his thoughts earlier, but what about now? He does something peculiar in the air, but it is not a scent he has ever associated with you.
He walks ahead, making up his mind to sit on the spot that he believes is most definitely still vacant and he has conjured you up, until—
You look up, meeting his gaze with your eyes crinkled at the corners. 
His chest caves at the sight. You look so beautiful like this – more than you do naked, more than you do with your mouth full of his cock, more than you do with his seed on you. Your smile is radiating the kind of carefree happiness he has never seen on you, and it leaves him absolutely astounded how his heart starts to beat rapidly in his chest at the sight.
“Alpha!” you greet him formally, jumping to your feet to dip in a bow, before you grin at him as his friend. “Jimin was showing me pictures of his sister’s pups. They’re so cute! Have you met them, Tae?”
Taehyung is rooted to his place, senses overwhelmed by all these foreign scents he keeps encountering. Your attention is caught by a wail emerging from Jimin’s phone, and you bound back to the Beta’s side to coo at the screen.
Jimin meets Taehyung’s eyes with a concerned frown, to which he simply shakes his head.
How the heck does he explain himself, when he doesn’t even know what he’s feeling?
Making a split second decision, he grabs his running bag that all the wolves keep on the ready when they have to go for runs in their shifted forms, and slips on his shoes.
“I don’t feel very well,” he announces to the room as he heads for the door. “Gonna take a couple laps around the forest. See you two, later.”
“But you were fine just—” Jimin cuts himself off when Taehyung shoots him a sharp look over his shoulder. “Right.” The Beta clears his throat. “See you later.”
As he’s leaving the apartment, he finally smells something similar on you – worry. 
And then it hits him.
The reason why he couldn’t recognize your scent was that he has never been around such a jovial you. You usually smell like lust or distress around him, nothing even remotely close to the unfettered happiness emanating from you in Jimin’s company.
Is there anything possibly worse than that? Maybe Jimin should take care of you through your heat. Maybe he should even mate you – you two loving, selfless souls certainly deserve each other. And this is, he realizes, why he was so bothered by Jimin contemplating saying yes to you if you asked. You two could very potentially fall in love, and it would be the greatest thing to happen to both you and Jimin.
Taehyung should be happy – what’s better than two of his closest friends getting together?
But every fiber in his being absolutely hates the prospect. His stomach violently lurches when he imagines you swollen with Jimin’s pups, and he has to pause at the edge of the forest to calm his breathing. If he shifts this enraged, he will end up going back to his apartment and claiming you as his mate. In his wolf form.
He drops his backpack to the floor, eyes looking skywards at the moon that is starting to show in the still pale blue sky.
“Why did you have to send such a perfect fucking Omega my way, huh?” he shouts at the Moon Goddess, tears stinging his eyes. “What the hell do I do with all these feelings when I’m the worst thing to happen to her? She’s such an angel… always welcoming me into her body for me to let my frustrations out… and I…”
He purses his lips to hold back his tears, throat feeling heavy with the ball lodged in there.
Well, what’s more to even say? He knows he is the most selfish fucker for still going back to you when he knows you only do what you do out of obligation for your Alpha. The fact that he has never smelt your happiness before today in all his five years of being lucky enough to have you as one of his closest friends is more evidence than he needs.
Taehyung laughs drily, hating himself like he’s never hated anything ever before.
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"What the hell is going on with him?" 
You're still staring at the door Taehyung just walked out of, confused beyond your wits.
Jimin looks at you for a few moments before moving his shoulders in a shrug. "He's been stressed lately. That's why I called you here in hopes of movie night to get him to relax, but…" He morosely gestures to the direction Taehyung took off into.
“Wait, stressed?” You frown.
“Yeah, he’s being rushed to find himself a mate, and stuff by the whole Council at the Court.”
You snort at Jimin's choice of words. "Mate? What is this, 1820? And what's new about that? He is being pressured ever since his father died and he assumed the throne."
“Okay, one – that's what the Elders call it," Jimin protests, even though he's laughing with you. "And two, the proposals are piling on and the Court is becoming impatient."
You gulp at the revelation. “Oh?”
“Yeah. The neighbors are going at it, left and right.”
“Why won't Tae accept any?” The question frames in your head and slips out of your mouth too quickly.
Jimin gives you a look of disbelief. "Are you that thick, or do you need me to validate what you already know?"
You have no darn clue what he's going on about. "Jimin. Quit riddling me."
"Ugh, for reals?" He groans, leaning back to hang off the side of the couch, upside-down.
"What!"
"It's been more than a year since his father's death, he's been looking for so long. But you can't find elsewhere what you already have, can you?"
You look away when he moves back into his previous sitting position and gives you a knowing look. 
"I think he isn't looking for an Alpha at all, but an Omega. One in particular."
You roll your eyes at his subtlety. "We're just sleeping together, Jimin. I'm not delusioned into thinking there's more to it when there isn't."
"Oh, please," Jimin scoffs. "As if you don't reek of longing when you're around him. That dumbass just doesn't realize how much he wants—"
"Do not finish that thought," you grit out, teeth and fists clenched. "I'm done hoping for the impossible."
You earn another long look from Jimin followed by a scoff. "You cannot seriously believe he doesn't want you."
"I know he wants me." You raise a hand up when Jimin opens his mouth. "In his bed. But the selection of the Queen cannot be solely based on what he – or anyone, in fact – wants. It should be about what's good for Tae. For the Pack. The Queen needs to suit the throne, not be sexually compatible with the Alpha. Who wouldn't be sexually compatible with an Alpha, anyway?"
An elongated groan is released from Jimin's lungs. "You're talking like one of the Elders, I hate it."
"I'm just being mature."
"And whom does your maturity deem suited for the throne, then? Some snobby Alpha bitch?"
You wince at Jimin's choice of adjective, but then very slowly shake your head. He looks at you with interest.
"Who else, then?"
You exhale, immediately thinking about Kira, one of your closest friends in the world and a Beta from your Pack. She’s so perfect to be Taehyung's Queen, it almost hurts thinking about it. 
"A respectable, stable Beta. One that would listen to him and not challenge his authority, but also be smart enough to make her own decisions when need be."
"And that would be, who? Some Beta?" Jimin looks disgusted when he looks at you again.
"Well it won't be me. And I think it's better if we don't bring up the possibility anymore, too, please."
"What? I was actually thinking you should ask him to be with you through your heat."
You blink at him. "And why the heck would I do that?"
"To signal to him that you're interested in him, too, and don't just let him fuck you you out of obligation."
Your mouth parts in surprise. "Obligation? This is the twenty-first century, Jimin. Why would Tae think I'd do anything out of obligation?"
"He's an idiot, babe, you know that," Jimin reminds you with a wry smile. “What’s the harm, anyway? You’re yet to make a request, right? Request for Tae.”
"I don't wanna make a fool of myself if he rejects me, Jimin. Which he might." You tuck your legs in, curling into yourself. "And you know what it's like for an Alpha to help an Omega through their Heat. I don't want Tae to be coerced into mating with me. I'd never be able to forgive myself."
"Coerced." Jimin gives you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "God, babe, you're so dramatic! Emotions do not happen by magic, you know that. Hormones or pheromones cannot create urges that aren't there. All they do is heighten them – take off the filter and let you live out what your instincts demand."
Jimin has you speechless by his rapid fire spray of facts. 
But just because you do not have a response for him doesn't mean this is enough for you to change your mind. You can't think of anything worse than having Taehyung despise you because your scent persuaded him into mating with you and now he's been manipulated into a lifetime bond he didn't ever want.
Your heart aches at the imagery.
Your concentration breaks when a message pings somewhere close by. You turn to look at the phone kept on the table next to you.
"This is Tae's phone, right?"
A message flashes on the screen, making you invade Taehyung's privacy unwittingly.
Yoona Tae-bear! Heard you're looking for a Queen? Why go looking when you have your best friend, right here? (; I'm coming to see you tomorrow xx
"Ugh, you stink of heartbreak, what is it?"
You hand the device over to Jimin.
"Oh."
"She's his childhood friend, right?"
"I… yeah."
Taehyung is going to say yes to her. There’s no reason for him not to.
You nod to yourself. "Okay. That's, uh. That's good for him, I guess."
"Hey, babe—"
"I'm fine."
And you are. You knew this would happen – you wanted this to happen. Sure, it stings a bit, knowing the love of your life is going to be with someone else. But you'll get over it because you know all the reasons why you’re bad for him.
"Get me a glass of water, be hospitable," you grumble, nudging at Jimin's thigh with your toe. "And show me more of Unni's pups. I wanna smile."
"Wow, using me as a butler and my nieces and nephews as clowns. Nice." Jimin makes a face, even as he stands up.
He pauses to stretch his arms above his head, and—
His gorgeous back muscles and sculpted Adonis’ belt peek at you. You immediately look away in embarrassment. Jimin cackles at your reaction.
"God, babe, you're allowed to look and be horny, it's fine!"
"No. My heat hits the day after tomorrow, I'm in pre-heat, it's fucking with my pheromones," you grumble, earning a loud gasp from the dramatic Beta.
"Did you just curse?"
You moan in irritation when he pokes his head into your line of sight, too close for comfort. "Can you not? You know you're handsome and tempting as hell, but I'd very much not like to climb you up like a scratching pole. Not when my heart feels so heavy."
Jimin gives a thoughtful hum. "You know. You can spend your heat with me if you'd like."
Your eyes cut to his sharply. "Didn't you ruthlessly reject my request last year?"
"That was when I thought you and Tae would have a chance."
You swallow. "And you… don't think so anymore?"
"Well, didn't we just have that conversation? You're not gonna say yes to him, he's probably gonna say yes to Yoona. So where does that leave you?"
You pause, actually considering his words. They do kind of make sense. You don't reckon you have any more business left with Taehyung if he has a bride. Which he is very likely to, now. And Jimin is a good, trustworthy friend of yours that you have complete faith in to help you through your heat with more care than you'd ask for.
"Babe. I'm just saying. If you want to close the Tae chapter of your life forever, I'd be more than willing to help." Jimin gives you a serious look. "Okay?"
Close the Tae chapter of your life? Forever? Do you want to?
No.
But do you need to? When he's obviously close to finally finding a partner and obviously getting confused by your pheromones? Should you?
Yes.
You inhale deeply, looking into Jimin's friendly eyes, and exhale.
"Okay."
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It is needless to say that when Taehyung saw the text he received from one of his best friends – who also happens to be an Alpha of a pack, close by – he didn't expect she was being serious.
He stares, jaw slacked, at the female's placid smile.
"Yoona, I—"
"You said you were in a rush, right? I don't see a better alternative."
And although it does make practical sense what she's saying, Taehyung doesn't like it. Not one bit.
"Yoona, we've been friends for so long," he tries to placate her. "Wouldn't it be… awkward?"
Her face is so calm, it's almost scary. "Absolutely not. I think that would make things all the more better, in fact."
Taehyung cannot wrap his head around this. Why does he feel so disgusted thinking about marrying her? It is the right choice to make. They are friends, she has a pack that shares borders with his, so they won’t have to work too hard to take care of their combined packs’ boundaries. 
So then why does his heart hurt and stomach twist when he thinks of spending his life by Yoona’s side?
He closes his eyes to calm his spiraling thoughts – only to have himself immediately invaded with the images of a smiling face that he longs to see. A pair of arms he wishes to have wrapped around him. 
A hand he wishes to hold.
An Omega he wants to claim as his and belong to – not just use her for her body.
He wants you.
Oh shit.
“Yoona, listen—”
Jimin chooses that exact moment to loudly walk into the living room, Taehyung being too distracted by his thoughts to have sensed him in advance. The Beta tosses a suspicious glance at Yoona and then subtly arches his brows at Taehyung.
"Oh! Beta Jimin, is it?" Yoona is quick to greet, standing up and quickly folding into a bow.
Jimin does respond with a smile, but the wariness in his demeanor and the scent of discomfort wafting off him is enough for Taehyung to discern that he doesn't like the situation he is witnessing. And that he knows more about it than Taehyung thinks.
"You can take your time to decide, Tae," Yoona addresses him, getting up to take her leave. "I'm in no hurry." She pauses, a friendly smile that somehow looks calculated painted across her face. "But you are."
Jimin doesn't even wait for her to be out of earshot before he's jumping on the case.
"I swear to Moon Goddess, Tae, if you don't say no to her right now—"
"I will!" Taehyung exclaims, bile rising up his throat at the very prospect. "I think…"
A pair of kind, warm eyes. A warmer body. Tinkling laugh. Searing touches. Eyes full of passion that he wants to want him back. Needs to.
"I think I know where my heart is, Jimin…"
Jimin gives a loud sigh. "Oh fucking finally! Do you know how stressful it has been? I even tried to make you jealous by telling you I'd accept her request, but it took Yoona for you to realize! How are you so fucking dumb, Tae? I’d hate you if you weren’t my best friend!" Jimin breathes heavily after his raging rant. "Congratulations. It only took you more than five years to admit what I saw from the first day. Ten, if we count from the day you two first met."
Taehyung nibbles on his bottom lip. "But does she even want me?" 
Jimin gives a pained groan, fumes of frustration rising from him.
"She's been crying that she isn't good enough for you. She almost agreed to spend her heat with me just so that you can live your life in peace. You're an absolute idiot if you're still confused about her feelings, Tae."
Well. Taehyung doesn't want to be an idiot anymore.
“We’re gonna have to talk about you calling me dumb and an idiot in less than two minutes, sometime, Park Jimin…”
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On your way to filing a request for Taehyung to be your partner for Heat at the Court, you receive two very cryptic messages from Jimin.
Tae rejected Yoona 👀 Remember what we discussed? Make your official request ASAP and make things easier for him 👀
For a moment, you stop at the side of the road as your head reels. What does he want you to do again? 
But then you start to understand.
Taehyung is getting confused about Yoona because of you. Again. Faltering in making decisions that are right for him, yet again. Curse your captivating pheromones. 
You understand what Jimin is hinting at. You shouldn’t confuse Taehyung further by asking him to be near you when all the chemicals in your body are at an all time high drive. The thing Jimin said about signaling your interest to Taehyung is obviously a moot point, now.
You need to submit a request for Jimin.
You pace up to the Court compound, walking down to the concerned department that is flooded with wolves in pre-heat all around the year. You make your way into the line and then to the front desk where a bored looking Beta asks you to fill the digital form on the tab placed before you.
Your hands tremble only slightly when you enter Jimin’s name. 
The clerk tells you you’ll receive your confirmation from the party concerned within two hours.
But you have barely even made it to your home, hardly taking fifteen minutes, when your phone rings with Jimin’s call.
With a chuckle, you put the device to your ear – only to pull it back when Jimin’s screech threatens to deafen you.
“What the hell?” you yelp, putting the phone on speaker.
“Have you lost your mind? What the hell did you do? Even after I texted you? I swear to fucking Moon Goddess, I will haunt your ass if he kills me before—”
“Woah, woah, Jimin,” you interrupt his enraged shouting. “Slow down. What did I do?”
You hear him take a breath and use that moment to quickly unlock your apartment and get in.
“You put in my name. Why the fuck?”
You pause in the act of pouring yourself a glass of water. “Because… that is what your text said?”
“What? Where? I literally asked you to make things easy for Tae! How does this do that?”
“Well, you told me he rejected Yoona’s—”
“Exactly! And? I even asked you if you remembered what we discussed!”
“Yes, and we discussed that you’d help me close the Tae-chapter in my life!”
“I—well, yes, but I was talking about the reassuring Tae you weren’t sleeping with him out of obligation thingy!”
“What? And how the heck was I supposed to figure that out? Your messages were confusing! Especially with those emotes!”
“Oh, God, this is a mess,” Jimin bemoans. “Look. Tae’s on his way to the Court to overrule your request with his, and then he’s coming to your place with an overnight bag.”
“Wait, what? Overrule?” You slump into your couch, aghast. “He can do that?”
“He’s the… King? Also, he can do that if he admits to the Council that he’s committing to pursuing you as a potential partner for him.”
Your brain refuses to believe that Taehyung would go to such lengths. You sulk, pushing your lower lip out in a pout. 
“The system sounds corrupted.”
“Yeah? We live in fucking monarchy, what else did you expect?” Jimin snorts. “Now stop chit-chatting with me and prepare for his rage. Oh, wait.” He sniggers like the nuisance he is. “You already have practice.”
“Shut up, Jimin.” You roll your eyes and disconnect the call.
And just that second, a key aggressively turns in your lock.
You stand up with a gasp of fear. How the heck did he get here so fast? Did he turn on the way or something?
He probably did.
Your feet are still cemented to the ground when Taehyung bursts through the front door in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and eyebrows drawn down tight over narrowed eyes that are bleeding into golden, just as his lips purse into an unimpressed line. He looks really hot and your messy, pre-heat hormones make you want to pounce him despite the fury rolling off him in waves. 
“Hey…” you try, fading off when he raises an unamused eyebrow at you.
“Jimin. Really?”
His voice is thick and deep, and with the way he smells of barely controlled anger but also barely concealed lust – you’re holding back from jumping him with great difficulty. Your pussy clenches regardless of your efforts.
“I just…” You trail off when he clicks his tongue.
“Did you really think I would let him do it without putting up a fight?”
You gulp. “Honestly? Yes. I didn’t think you would mind at all… And you shouldn’t, Tae.” You look at him through a pained gaze. “This isn’t good for…”
You’re forced to trail off again when he suddenly stalks up to you and cups your face between his palms. His eyes are wild as they search yours, breath coming out in small puffs that wash over your face.
“Before we spiral into another chain of overthinking or miscommunication or misunderstanding, I want to tell you something,” he quickly says with deep, earnest eyes. 
You hold your breath. “Yeah?”
Taehyung breathes in and holds it. You watch multiple emotions dance across his face – from fear and nervousness to anxiousness and worry, until he finally settles on determination.
“I’m in love with you,” he exhales, shoulders relaxing as if he’s getting a weight off of them. 
And maybe he is, because what did he just say? 
You stumble a few steps back, stunned and speechless at the fact that Taehyung would actually say it out loud to you – that, what you have felt for him for a decade now; that, what you never could say to him in fear of getting your heart crushed; that, what you have longed to hear from him for so so long.
He really said it so easily.
It is obvious that Taehyung takes your shocked silence as your answer with the way horror washes over his face. When his eyes start to cloud over with hurt and his scent morphs into one of pain, your heart pushes you to stop it in place.
“Tae,” you whisper, scared out of your mind, but also thrilled that you finally get to be honest with him, “I’m in love with you, too.”
His face lifts. “You do?”
You barely get the chance to nod, let alone admire the way his lips push his cheeks up into cute little buns with his wide smile, before he’s on you – your back meets the wall with the force of his kiss. He doesn’t waste time consuming your mouth, gripping your face with both his hands. Your legs take leverage from the wall behind you to hitch over his waist, and with one of his hands supporting one of your thighs, you lock them in place around him, firmly. His hardening length presses up pleasantly against your core, making you press down on it more firmly.
Taehyung lets go of your bitten lips with a heaved breath, wrapping his arms around your back to carry you to the closest flat surface – that so happens to be the kitchen island just next to you.
Your dress is torn off you within seconds, Taehyung’s warm mouth travelling over every part of your body with a frantic passion, hands tearing through your undergarments until he has you fully naked under him. Your eyes become unfocused, brain foggy with the scent of his arousal choking your windpipe with his lips attached to your chest and your hands pulling at his shirt. His teeth mark a path down to the tips of your breasts, the flat of his tongue licking at your nipple before his mouth encloses over it.
“Fuck fuck — Tae!”
He growls a warning into your flesh. You shudder.
“Alpha," you correct. "My alpha.”
Pleased, gleaming eyes look up at you from his position at your tits, and your back arches at the provocative sight, pushing the mound further against his face. He switches sides, sucking the other bud roughly against the roof of his mouth, and cups the undersides of your thighs to draw you tight against his swollen member. 
With a moan pulled out of your throat as his teeth dig into your areola, you manage to cause a rip in Taehyung’s shirt. You tug at the opening in the fabric hard to separate it from his body.
“Fuck,” he seethes into your skin, delivering a punishing nip to the top of your breast. “You just love acting fierce and bratty, don’t you?”
You swallow, huge eyes looking at him. “No, Alpha.”
Your actions contradict you wholly when you still pull at the scrap of fabric that hangs off his shoulder. He chortles at that, but allows you relief by freeing himself of the offending pieces of cloth that hindered both the pleasing sight and his skin's warmth. Just as his buff chest is revealed in its full glory, you immediately reach forward with a hand to wrap around his neck and bring his body down over yours. 
And just as your skins meet – delicious, heated weight of him plastering you to the cold kitchen counter – a spark originates in the pit of your stomach. Not the usual heat of arousal that Taehyung stirs in you, no, it’s…
Something stronger. 
Taehyung chooses that exact moment to bury his face in your neck, rubbing his nose along your mating gland. He licks at it, coating you in his saliva and dousing you in his scent. You realize he is Scenting you. 
No sane thought remains after that.
"Alpha," you murmur, eyes closed and mind blank. "My alpha…"
“Yes, my little Omega. You smell so sweet and so fucking ripe, do you know?”
His rough voice seems to scratch directly against the walls of your pussy, a throb spreading all over your body that makes you shiver uncontrollably under him. Warmth starts to accumulate under your skin, dousing you in sudden sweat.
The spark in the pit of your stomach is suddenly an inferno and you’re burning.
Wait, burning?
Oh.
“Tae,” your voice comes out in a ghostly wisp, vision blurred when you open your eyes, unable to focus on him.
But Taehyung stiffens over you all the same. And then you realize you don't need to tell him for him to know.
When he meets your gaze, his pupils have shrunken to dots and his wolf’s golden has swallowed his natural brown irises.
“I thought your heat wasn’t until tomorrow?” 
He sounds like he’s straining to hold back and so strongly smells of sex, that you're distracted from his words completely. Like a bitch in heat, which you now are, you grab his face and practically smash it down on yours, attacking his lips with a passionate clash of teeth and tongue.
His moans alert you of something, but you’re too far lost in his scent of pure Alpha to form a coherent thought that doesn’t involve having his cock in you. Your hands map a path over his back, nails that are just shy of turning into claws by the intensity of your arousal dig into his delicious flesh. More hungry for him than you’ve ever been for someone in your life, you latch your teeth onto his lower lip and suck like you would die without the taste. Your heated and dripping core is met by what you know to be the best cock you’ve ever been filled with and you push against it crazily, desperately, trying to get at least some friction over your clit.
But then your journey to nirvana is interrupted with a growl that has all the hair on your body standing on end. 
It isn’t a human sound – it’s Taehyung’s wolf, the Alpha, calling out to discipline you. All your limbs fall off him like a puppet with its strings cut.
You look up into pools of aureate that glare at you. You gulp.
“What a greedy little bitch,” comes another nearly inhuman growl through his gritted teeth, a large palm coming down with a slap against your tit.
A keen leaves you at the sparks that light up your body at the contact. “Alpha… please…”
“You will take what your Alpha gives you and only take that. Understood?” he snarls, his body visibly tense – in anger or restrained lust, your haywire senses can’t tell past the essence of his wolf you're drowning in.
You still tremble. “Y–yes, Alpha.”
He grips both your wrists and pulls them above your head. You gasp, arching up into his body like a taut bowstring when he leans into you to lick a path up your collarbone to the back of your ear, stuffing his nose there to draw in a deep inhale. 
He lets out a sound that is a mix between a human wail and a wolf’s cry, “God, you smell so fucking good, baby… I wanna fuck you full of my cum…" 
Your pussy clenches. You want – need him to fuck you until you pass out and then paint your insides and outsides with his cum. You feel like you’d die if he didn’t.
“Please,” you brokenly beg him, writhing in his grip, but he doesn’t relent.
More kisses are pressed to your searing flesh, travelling down your body. Even the brush of Taehyung’s hair against your sweaty skin makes you release a pool of arousal, walls clenching around nothing painfully.
“Fuck fuck – it hurts, please, baby,” you plead, now crying with tears wetting your entire face. “Do something…”
Taehyung pauses immediately and leans up to look at you. You meet his hungry eyes very briefly before yours screw shut with another painful spasm of your empty cunt. With his heated glare cutting through your skin, he brings his free hand to roughly cup your pussy. A groan leaves both of you at the same time, yours lengthening into a sob when two of his fingers glide through your cunt to stuff you full.
“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he pants above you, sounding as fucked out as you feel. “Dripping so much, you sucked me right in, shit.”
All you can do is cry in agreement, allowing him to fuck you open with his fingers thrusting through your slippery entrance. You can feel your wetness trail down to your ass-cheeks, leaking out of you unstoppably with Taehyung’s ruthlessly pounding fingers.
“You’re clenching already, baby, shit,” whining, he leans down to suck bruises into your neck and collarbones.
And you are. In three more strokes, your pussy flutters around his fingers in an orgasm that levitates you all the up to the clouds. For a few moments, everything around you fades away – the nearly painful arousal caused by your heat, the overwhelming burn of your skin, even your Alpha’s presence recedes from your mind. Only relief and release cuddles you in its embrace.
Until it wanes and the ache is back.
Whimpering, you open your eyes to a feral Taehyung. “Tae… More… Give me more…”
He curses under his breath and then captures your lips in a kiss. When his hips push against yours, you’re immensely pleased to find him ridden of his remaining clothes.
His fingers toy with your battered pussy, flicking at your swollen clit. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt senseless," he murmurs into your mouth. "Tear you apart with my cock. Fill you to brim with my seed, mark you, breed you until you know you're mine. Until everyone knows you're mine."
You shake beneath him like a leaf, mindlessly nodding at everything he says. 
"You want that, little Omega? Want me to make you mine?” 
As soon as his lips detach from yours, you scream out your affirmation, "please! Please, Tae, fuck – I need you! Fill me up, please!"
Strong arms slide around your waist to lift you off the counter and place you face-down on it. Your cheek and tits and stomach press against the cool marble, Taehyung’s grip on your waist tight as he holds your ass against his hips.
His thick, bulbous head pushes against your slit, a snug fit despite your crazily elevated state of arousal. He eases himself in slowly despite all the wiggling around you do. When you try to buck against him, a spank lands on one of your butt-cheeks, a lewd moan escaping you at the sting.
“Do you want me to stop?” comes a harsh snarl.
He just knows how to wrap you around his little finger.
“S–sorry,” you gasp. “Please don’t stop, Alpha…”
Taehyung slides the rest of the way in, in one stroke, familiar enough with your body to know you never require him to pause and adjust, and immediately begins pounding into you savagely. He hits you where you need him to right with the first thrust, propelling you towards an impossibly quick orgasm in your sensitive state.
“Tae… I’m gonna…”
“So soon?” he pants into the back of your neck, planting a wet kiss to your shoulder blade. “Come, baby, let it go. You’ll feel better…”
Your body strung up in the throes of pleasure and your heart warmed with love for him, your climax makes you see stars. Like it happened with the previous one, your brain is cleared of any thoughts but immense relief for a few extended moments, until you crash back with your senses even more magnified than before.
Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm, your walls stretched obscenely over his fat cock. Every stroke hits home with practized precision – so darn perfect, as if his cock was meant for you.
He shares your sentiment with his groaned, “this pussy was meant for me, fuck – wanna fuck you forever, baby…”
God, you want him to fuck you forever, too. But your brain won’t let your mouth string that thought into a decipherable sentence, half-formed shouts of his name being the only sound that escapes you.
Your nipples hurt with the friction they are subjected to against the kitchen counter, and your wince catches Taehyung’s attention. He slows his brutal pace to loop an arm around your stomach, pulling you down on his cock and away from the marble.
You deliriously smile at his thoughtful action. “I love you so much, Tae…”
His thrusts suddenly turn wild. “Fuck fuck fuck – my little baby, I love you too. I love you so fucking much, you have no idea how much…”
Being pushed and pulled every which way, you are fully lost to the sounds, the feel and the smell of him – barely registering his other hand fondling your tit and sliding down to your messy center until you feel pressure of his fingers on your clit. You’re so high strung, you can come untouched just by breathing him in. And so his motions make you immediately plummet into a series of orgasms – your cunt grips him tight, unwilling to let go as your body trembles with the force of your completion. Then before you can come back from your trip to heaven, another orgasm carries you away again. 
“You’re… doing so well, baby,” Taehyung whispers praises to you. “My best girl – my perfect little Omega bitch… I love you, my baby…”
You stay suspended among the clouds as three consecutive releases wash over you, one on top of the other. Taehyung’s words fill you up with happiness and satisfaction, but your body cannot even muster enough energy to even allow you a smile. Overstimulated and close to death because of how exhausted you feel, you tap the counter with a hand to draw Taehyung’s attention.
“Hand… too much…” you choke out.
His fingers disappear from your clit, coming up to brush hair away from your face to press a kiss to your cheek. 
“It’s okay, it’s okay… that was important,” he soothes you between his own broken breaths, hips losing rhythm in their pursuit of completion. “You can’t take my knot… without loosening up properly, baby… Relax… It’s okay.”
With a feral growl, he buries himself to the hilt and releases into you. Warmth meets your walls with his seed painting your cunt like he owns it… which he does. Now instead of pulling out of you like he normally would at this time, he instead freezes on top of you.
And then you feel it – the thickening of his base. Fear starts to coat your emotions, immediately alerting Taehyung.
“Don’t worry, my strong baby can take it,” he tells you with such confidence that you instantly believe him.
He still keeps swelling, though, reaching a point where it feels like he really is about to tear you apart like he said he would. But then he thankfully stops, held in place with his thick knot plugging your slit.
A shuddered breath is wiped out of you, tailed by a whimper of pain.
Taehyung presses his cheek against your back, planting soft kisses along your skin to comfort you. “You can do this, my baby. My little Omega – so gorgeous and strong and mine… Look at you taking everything I give you.”
His praise helps, calming your heartbeat down a bit, but the extended minutes that his knot stays in you are spent with no movement other than Taehyung’s brushed kisses against your skin.
When he starts to shrink back to his size again, you finally heave a breath of relief. But along with that seeps in pride – you successfully took his knot.
Taehyung pulls out of you very slowly, quick to turn you over and hug you to his chest when he’s untangled from your body. 
“Are you okay, baby?”
You press your face to his skin, your head swimming. “I… a little weak?”
Taehyung gives a chuckle, picking you up and cuddling to his body to bring you to your bedroom. He sits on your bed with you still in his lap.
“Hi,” you shyly mumble to his flushed face and sparkling eyes.
He presses the back of his hand to your neck. “Temperature's better. I think you can take a break."
“Yeah.” 
A bar of chocolate is produced in front of your face. You give a surprised chuckle; you have no idea where or when he got this. 
Taehyung laughs at your hanging jaw, breaking apart a cube to slip it into your mouth. You chew on it with a bashful grin, feeling your eyes open wider and thoughts arranging themselves better as some energy is restored in your body.
“Better?"
You enthusiastically nod your agreement.
Taehyung's face morphs from amusement to a peaceful smile. Still in both of your naked glory, he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips to press a delicate kiss against it.
His eyes are now completely brown, and full of immense softness and love. You inhale deeply, almost cooing at the scent of adoration he gives off.
He says your name in a tender, questioning voice.
"Yes, Tae?" you ask him in response, smiling when he does.
“I want to marry you. Will you be my Queen?”
You choke on your chocolate.
Taehyung pats your back, softly chuckling. “Are you really that surprised?”
You shouldn’t be, because the implication was there, in all that happened between you two today. But hearing the words makes it realer.
“Tae…”
“Hm?” 
His eyes are kind and relaxed when they look at you, lips tugged up in a small, loving smile.
“I don’t know if I’m fit for the throne…”
He gives a sigh, not looking exactly disappointed but more like if he was expecting this but also hoping you won’t say it.
“You absolutely are. Whatever makes you doubt yourself, baby?”
You snuggle closer into him, unbothered by the sweat on your bodies or the stickiness between your thighs from spillage of both of your combined releases from your core.
“I’m an Omega, Tae,” you remind him, tilting your head to maintain eye-contact with him. “Being with an Omega is an extreme amount of headache in itself. Add to that the Queen part…” You sigh. “No one will take me seriously.”
Taehyung’s forehead creases. “Yes, they will. Everyone will take you seriously, they’ll have to. And about being with an Omega… I’m the Alpha of the pack, baby. The King. You have nothing to worry about.”
“But you do,” you retort with glum eyes. “What if I can’t handle the responsibilities, the spotlight, the expectations? They’ll charge at you, Tae.”
“Well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and you swoon – both, at the gesture and at the sudden pet name, “if you could handle me in all my moods, always aiming to please and taking care of me when I needed you to… you’ll handle the throne just fine.”
You roll your eyes at his joke, pushing at his chest. “Come on…”
“Hey, I’m being serious.” He takes your hands in his. “I have been in love with you for longer than I want to admit because it’s kinda pathetic.”
You giggle, overjoyed and bursting with adoration at his bashful expressions.
“And now that I know that you want me too, I would like to spend the rest of my life by your side.” He stares into your eyes. “I won’t compel you to make a decision, because I know it is a big one… but I want you to know that you’ll be okay – that we’ll be okay, if you say yes. The pack will accept you and love you as their Queen. I will cherish you as my wife, till my last breath.”
You don’t even realize when you start crying, only becoming aware of the tears on your cheeks when Taehyung wipes them away.
“Think about it, okay? We can discuss everything in more detail… later.” He suddenly smirks, pulling you close enough to breathe your air. “Right now… let’s sort your heat out first.”
His words travel straight to your pussy, starting your engine up again when he tosses you on the bed beneath his body.
And when his lips move against yours with all the tenderness and love in the world, you begin to feel like making a decision might not end up being that difficult, after all.
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summary: after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.
{enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au}
pairing: kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, smut (i know, crazy right?) word count: 32k warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple unprotected sex scenes (they’re married y’all), fat cock tae, tae has a wife kink, lots of praise, alcohol consumption (but they’re safe), minor character death (not explicit), mentions of heart attack, slow burn like there is no tomorrow a/n: hello and welcome to the fic everyone, literally everyone, has been waiting for! i am so, so, so excited to share this with you all, especially because none other than rose @kinktae​ helped me write the smut, and i am literally forever indebted to her. you all better go spam rose with all the love and support you can because this fic would not be here without her and i love her so much. 
also, to all my readers who aren’t comfortable reading smut, please know that the smut in this fic is not imperative to the storyline, and you skipping past it will not affect your reading experience., enjoy!
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Never in your life have wedding bells felt so ominous.
The sound of them is akin to the sound of strings, of a single piano note in a horror movie, right when the film opens and someone random is about to die on screen for the sake of proving to the audience that this is, in fact, a horror movie. Make no mistake about it; these wedding bells spell doom for you, too. And the most horrific part about them is that just like that poor, helpless soul in the movie, there is no way for you to escape your fate either. 
With only seconds left to go before you have no choice but to promise yourself to the man waiting at the other end of the aisle, you desperately try to think of any last-ditch efforts to get out of this. Many, if not all of them, are utterly useless. 
Feigning sudden illness won’t work, because then your parents will just reschedule the wedding to a later date. Running away is fruitless. Where will you go? The parking lot?
If only you had a lover out there in the audience somewhere that could object to the marriage when the officiant says, “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” A knight in shining armor that could whisk you out of the venue and off to a new life, far away from here. Too bad all of the people you’ve dated before hate you now. 
Maybe getting married isn’t such a bad thing after all. Instead of having relationships with multiple people who will eventually despise your existence, you only have to have a relationship with one. And the feeling, as has always been, is mutual. 
You bristle as your assistants do some last-minute prepping, fixing your sleeve and adjusting your necklace and making sure you don’t trip on your enormous train. They flutter around you like a swarm of well-meaning but ignorant butterflies complicit in the agenda of your family. None of them have said a word to you about the wedding ever since you arrived at the venue, choosing to talk more about things like the weather. Not that you were ever under the impression they had been hired to entertain you. Maybe they were told to not engage you, just in case you try to conspire with them.
As if they could be of any use in your wildly unrealistic escape plans. 
The truth is that, unless you were to drop dead on this marble flooring right now, you’re getting married. Whether you like it or not.
The doors open. 
You’ve attended red carpets, galas, award shows, and balls. You’ve had hundreds of cameras flashing in your face, the bright light capturing each and every centimeter of you. You’ve had paparazzi waiting outside the restaurants you eat at, the stores you shop at, desperate to catch a picture of you in sweatpants without a drop of makeup on. You’ve been on dates with ex-lovers that looked at you like you were a piece of meat with a credit card. And yet, for some goddamn reason, walking down the aisle in a white dress the size of Pluto, with the rest of your life waiting for you at the other end, makes you feel fucking transparent. 
Face resolute, you clutch onto your bouquet so tightly the flowers feel like they’re about to pop right out of your grasp. Determined not to look at anybody in the audience, you stare straight ahead, right into the eyes of your future husband.
Kim Taehyung, for someone you have seen multiple times drunk off his ass with hickies dotting his neck and jawline, cleans up pretty well. For someone getting married, at least. He dons a simple black tuxedo that still probably costs more than the average car, his caramel brown hair is pushed back off his forehead, and his expression is firm and still. He most certainly has had an equally expensive team prepping him, but they haven’t done too bad a job. The silver lining is that he doesn’t look any more thrilled than you are to be doing this, right here, right now. But to his credit, this is definitely the best he’s ever looked, as far as you’re concerned. 
When you reach him, he offers his hand out to you, a hand that you only accept for the sake of professionalism. The bouquet in your hands is handed off to one of your bridesmaids, and the two of you take your position at the front. Your train drags along the aisle, draping over the few stairs you had to climb to reach the altar, this satin trail behind you that cements you to the floor. It may as well be a ball-and-chain. It’s about as heavy as one, anyway. 
This is the longest you and Taehyung have ever held eye contact. Not that you’re really keeping track of how long the two of you have met each other’s gazes, but if you had to make an educated guess, this would definitely be the victor. Most of the time you end up sneering at each other ten seconds in, but to be fair, those other times you were also not getting married. To one another. In a ceremony attended by hundreds of people. And cameras.
There can be no sneering here. 
“Don’t you look nice?” Taehyung whispers, loud enough so only the two of you can hear. He has that drawling, sickly sweet tone to his voice, the one that you hate because it makes him sound like he thinks he’s so much better than everyone else. “Surprised they were able to makeup that scowl off your face.”
This, of course, brings on a hearty scowl only he can see, your backs both facing the rows of attendees. “How much concealer are you wearing to cover up all of the hickies on your neck?” You quip back easily. It’s not like the two of you are going to pretend he doesn’t waltz around at every club or bar or private venue he can find, looking for his next treat. 
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Taehyung grins, and if you weren’t standing in front of hundreds of people about to get married, there’s no telling what next you would do.
The two of you would probably go on like that for another ten minutes if it’s not for the officiant, who coughs once he’s ready and opens the book in his hands. Next to you, Taehyung straightens, hands clasped together at his front, and lips pressed into a neat line. You do the same. There will be no giggles, no laughter nor smiles, nor any genuine emotion at this wedding. This is a wedding for the sake of politics, for economics, for security, and anyone in attendance would be a fool to think otherwise. Especially you. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, loved ones, and esteemed guests,” the officiant bellows, listing off as many groups of people as he possibly can in an effort to both include and compliment every person in the audience, “We are gathered here to celebrate the wedding, and future life, of Taehyung and Y/N…”
Taehyung turns to you, grinning in that god-awful way, the way he does when he feels like he’s got something over you. And sure, you can’t think of any punishment quite as bad as this, but what’s Taehyung got to smile about? He’s marrying himself off to a woman he hates, kissing goodbye his days as a free-spirited, heartbreaking bachelor, and promising what may very well be the rest of his life to loving you. That is not cause for celebration. 
But perhaps, to him, your suffering is enough to bring a smile to his face. 
Your vows are, to put it simply, total bullshit. Your family hired someone to write yours and there’s not a doubt in your mind that his family did the same thing. This nonsense talk, this complete and utter garbage that spews from your perfectly-glossed lips, shit about how you promise to love each other until the end of your days, how you promise to take care of each other when you’re sick and accompany each other at every event, every gala, every ball. Shit about how you promise to look only at each other, promise to uphold your family traditions and become a dependable spouse. 
The words don’t belong to you. But the thing is that this marriage was never yours anyway. 
When the kiss comes, there’s a part of you that thinks maybe you should have psyched yourself up a little more for this. When Taehyung pulls you in, placing a stiff hand on your lower back as he brings you towards his chest, your stomach turns and shivers run down your spine. The feeling of his hand on your body, the breath from his lips brushing against your own, are enough to keep you frozen in place. 
He smiles at you, almost as if to ask, “Are you ready?”
And you squeeze your eyes shut, almost as if to respond, “Let’s do this.”
When his lips meet yours, there is almost nothing. Nothing runs through you, nothing explodes, nothing strikes. But when he pulls away and cheers and applause rings out throughout the room, there is something. A little heat, a remnant of a flame, left on your lips. A little sting, just to remind you it happened. 
The entire hall is cheering but nothing about this is worth celebrating. The fact of the matter is that you and Taehyung will never love each other the way that you are supposed to. 
“Ugh, finally.”
The elevator doors haven’t even properly opened by the time Taehyung is loosening his tie, tugging it off over his head as he stretches his head back and runs a hand through his perfectly-styled hair. As he rakes his fingers through his caramel locks, the hairspray and gel loosens, strands falling down by the side of his face, framing his temple.
“Don’t sound so relieved,” you huff out, deciding now is as good a time as any to start getting undressed yourself. Reaching down to lift up the hem of your reception dress, you tug off your heels, already feeling lighter on your feet. Who cares if Taehyung is watching you pull off your stilettos like a defeated movie heroine? You don’t think you can walk another step in those shoes. “We still have to live together, you know.”
“Don’t remind me,” Taehyung says gruffly, brushing by you roughly as he stomps out of the elevator. “I’m just glad the fucking night is over. I swear, seeing that fake-ass smile on your face made me want to gouge my eyes out.”
You storm after him, refusing to be the helpless damsel in this situation. “Oh, like you didn’t also have that exact same fake-ass smile on your face. It almost made me think you were actually enjoying yourself tonight.”
“I was only enjoying the fact that I know you hate this just as much as I do.” It’s perhaps the only thing you will ever be able to empathize with him on. Mutually relishing in the other’s destruction. Taehyung fumbles with the keypad to the door to the penthouse for a moment before you hear the lock click, the door sliding open as the entrance lights flicker on. 
The reason Taehyung’s penthouse is so clean is because he’s never lived here before. Neither of you have—Taehyung’s parents bought it just for the two of you. And as much as you absolutely despise the idea of having to live with him, at least it was not you who paid for your place of residence. 
You can tell Taehyung’s never lived here before because it’s actually quite nicely decorated inside. The ceilings are high and the sleek velvet curtains are pulled open, revealing a shimmering skyline. The furniture is modern and functional, and the whole damn place smells brand new. You’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of entering the place Taehyung lived in before now, and it looked nothing like this. The furniture was worn and stained despite the live-in maid, the house reeked of five hundred different spices that wafted from the kitchen to the living room, and the bookshelves were covered with comics, graphic novels, and old textbooks. 
If it weren’t for the fact that you and Taehyung are rich kids in their twenties that hate each other, you might have actually thought the place looked… homey. 
You don’t have time to be impressed by the interior design and architecture skills of whoever designed this place. Right now, all you can think about is tugging yourself out of your airtight reception dress and passing out on the nearest bed. Which, hopefully, will be as far away as possible from Taehyung’s bed of choice. 
“How many bedrooms does this place have?” You ask, shimmying along the floor so you don’t trip over the hem of your dress. From the looks of it, you can see one giant hallway to your right and a massive, double-sided staircase leading up. 
“Enough,” Taehyung grumbles in response. The hazy stupor from all of the fancy champagne is starting to wear off for the both of you, leaving behind two grouchy, begrudgingly-married individuals who want absolutely nothing to do with each other and have no problems making that known. Whatever golden light of the evening that was making Taehyung at least a little bit more attractive than usual has faded, and now you see him for what he really is: an unceremoniously tired man in a suit. “You want upstairs or down?”
You gaze up at the marble staircase in front of you, then back down at your too-long dress. “Down.” The last thing you want is to trip in front of the man you have to see, every day, for the rest of your life. 
“Fine by me.” Taehyung’s halfway up the stairs by the time he turns back around to say something else. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”
“Yeah.” There’s no point in being hostile now. The both of you are too exhausted to mean anything by it. Besides, what else can you say? Everything to complain about has already been complained about. At least the two of you managed to wrestle out from your parents the stipulation that you would not be going on a honeymoon together. Now that would have been your worst nightmare. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It’s as good of a goodnight either of you are going to get. Taehyung heads up the stairs and disappears around a corner, and you start wandering down the hallway. All the bedrooms look the exact same other than different colors on the walls and bedsheets, but they all look serviceable to you. Clean. Empty. Far away from wherever Taehyung is. 
You pick the one at the very end of the hall just to be as much of a diva as possible, and don’t even bother drawing the curtains before tugging off your dress. It’s past one in the morning, and you’re so high up you don’t think anyone will be able to see you anyway. By the time you’ve stripped naked and are tugging up the too-tight sheets tucked into the mattress, your legs are about to give out beneath you. The bed could be made of rocks for all you care. Anything to lie down on is fine by you. 
Sleep comes fairly easily to you tonight. Once your head hits the pillow you can already feel yourself drifting off, eyelids fluttering shut, but you don’t sleep quite yet. Not before you can think about how this is your life now, sleeping in a foreign bed in a foreign place with a foreign husband upstairs. This is what you will be living in now. Now and forever. 
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Living with Taehyung is, in both the best and worst ways possible, like living with a roommate that doesn’t give a shit about the fact that they live with another person. It’s good, because you and Taehyung hardly see each other and speak even less, which was pretty much the only thing you were asking for when it came to living with him. But it also sucks, because whenever you do happen to cross paths, Taehyung acts like you don’t exist, barely sparing you a hello or even that tight-lipped smile you send to drivers on the road when they let you cross the street. 
Not that the two of you ever engaged in energetic conversation before you got married. But at least the two of you would acknowledge each other, even if only to shoot a glare and a scowl the other’s way from opposite sides of a hotel ballroom. Maybe it’s just because it’s him, but you did always find yourself actually relishing in those little interactions with Taehyung. In this strange, twisted way, it seemed to provide some sort of continuity to your ever-changing life. Like no matter what happened, at least you would know that the two of you would always despise each other. 
To be frank, right now you’re not sure if Taehyung even remembers he got married at all.
Nights have been a lot more sleepless since your wedding day. After two weeks, the reality of it has finally started to settle in. This is your life now. And ever since you realized that, your bed has felt much less comfortable. 
“But the place is nice, right?”
You look around the living room from where you’re sat on the sleek, white suede leather couch, eyes glossing over the bookshelves, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the draping velvet curtains. From here, you can see the entire city skyline, flecks of gold from the windows of skyscrapers against a navy blue background. Slowly, as the moon creeps over the sky and the clock gets later and later, those lights will soon begin to flicker off, one by one. 
“Yeah, it’s not bad.” Nothing to write home about. That is, if home were a place other than here. 
“That’s good. At least you don’t live in, like, a total dump or anything,” Victoria says on the other end of the line. “How’s Taehyung?”
His name alone elicits this deeply-exhausted sigh from your lips, like it’s been ten years since you married and every day has felt worse than the last. “Fine.” You can’t really complain about anything yet, considering that you hardly ever see the man. 
“Just ‘fine’?” Victoria sounds skeptical. 
“Yeah,” you draw out the word, as if trying to convince yourself of its truth. “I mean, it’s like he doesn’t even live here. I barely see him. And when I do, we don’t even speak to each other.”
“That’s good though, isn’t it? You hate him.” Victoria says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in a sense, it kind of is. 
“I mean…”
“I know that your life hasn’t exactly… gone the way you had planned, but isn’t this your best case scenario when considering everything?” She asks. “If Taehyung is as distant as you say he is, isn’t it almost like you never married him in the first place?”
As if on cue, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs, heels clicking on the marble as they make their way to the entrance. You whip your head around to find Taehyung, all dressed up in loose, flowy slacks and a flowery silk button-down, strolling down the staircase as he scrolls through his phone, paying you zero attention whatsoever. 
He notices you briefly when he reaches the bottom, meeting your eyes with his own. He offers this measly, unenthused half-smile your way before he grabs his wallet and some house keys from the table by the entrance, opens the door, and vanishes off into the night. 
If you hadn’t been in the living room, you probably wouldn’t have even realized he left. Not that you being present as he’s planning on leaving would have stopped him anyway. This is the sixth night he’s done this in the past two weeks. You could stand by the door and stare him down as he emerges from his bedroom, all dressed up for something you’re definitely not invited to, and he would offer you that same goddamn smile and walk out the door without even blinking. Who he was before you got married and who he is now are no different. Not even a ring could change that. 
“I guess,” you tell Victoria. At least Taehyung hasn’t turned into a helicopter husband. “I don’t know. Maybe I just wish that I didn’t have to deal with him at all.”
Wish you could turn back time. Wish you could worm your way out of an arranged marriage before it was too late. Wish you could go back to the way things used to be. 
You and Victoria talk for another couple of minutes before she regretfully has to end the call, citing both her beauty sleep and an 8AM meeting tomorrow morning as her reasons for hanging up. The moment you put the phone down, you sink back into the couch cushions, staring out the windows at the world below you.
Here’s the deal. What Taehyung does in his free time is none of your business. But also, it’s totally your business, because you are his spouse. A spouse who is an equal amount in the public eye as he is. What he does and does not do has a direct impact on what you do and do not do. 
It’s no secret that when you catch Taehyung sauntering down the stairs looking like a Gucci runway model, it’s not because he’s planning on catching a movie with a college friend and then playing video games for four hours on a couch in a basement. He is going out. To clubs, to parties, to exclusive events that he’s been invited to by his equally-rich friends, all of whom are acting like he’s the same bachelor he’s always been. 
And maybe that’s the real problem with your whole marriage—other than the glaringly obvious issue that it’s a marriage wholly unwanted by the two parties involved in it. Despite the ring on his finger, Taehyung is going out and pretending that nothing in his life has changed while you’re trapped at home, desperate to save you and your family’s reputation by keeping as low a profile as possible. You would give anything to march around the city all day, flashing middle fingers at paparazzi as you shop at your favorite high-end stores and frequent your favorite clubs. But you can’t, because your family’s fortune and influence is on the line. 
And apparently, Taehyung’s isn’t. 
It sort of makes you wonder why it was even Taehyung you ended up marrying anyway. His family isn’t any richer or more powerful than yours. Your spheres have always been sufficiently separate. What was it about him, and perhaps more importantly, his family that drew your parent’s eye? And what was it about marrying you that prevented him from saying no? Money? Prestige? Influence?
You suppose you’ll never know. But whatever mystical force that convinced Taehyung to agree to this must not be as important to him as your reasoning is to you, because it’s become exceedingly apparent that Taehyung does not care that he’s married. He doesn’t care about the ring on his finger, he doesn’t care about his public image, and he most certainly doesn’t care about you.
Perhaps you were naive for thinking this, but you actually believed marriage might tone him down a little. Might age him into a real adult with real world obligations. Instead, it’s only given you a firsthand look into who Kim Taehyung has been and always will be: a selfish rich kid.
You don’t bother waiting around in the living room until he gets back, but you are still awake by the time you hear the door creak open. Taehyung makes no efforts to hide his return. You can hear him chattering loudly on the phone as he stumbles up the stairs, can tell from his gait alone that he is most certainly wasted. You don’t want to know what he did tonight. You’ll probably be able to figure it out anyway when you wake up tomorrow morning and check your social media. 
What were you thinking, marrying him? That he would change? That he would suddenly become someone that you could rely on? You had no choice when you said, “I do,” but you were at least hoping that maybe one day, one day in a long, long time, the two of you would finally see eye to eye. Maybe there would even come a time when you would genuinely love him. How foolish. 
You close your eyes and try to imagine a world where you have married someone you love, someone who loves you back.
Not unlike the many nights preceding it, tonight is sleepless. 
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Unlike your marital status and general disposition, one thing that hasn’t changed about you is your love for extravagant events. Call you conceited, but there is something so much fun about putting on a fancy, expensive dress that you love and getting your hair and makeup done before going to an exclusive gala and posing in front of five hundred cameras. 
Actually, now that you think about it, maybe your wedding could have actually been pretty good, considering it let you do all those things. It’s a real shame there happened to be a storm cloud in the form of Kim Taehyung there to ruin it. Otherwise, you think you would have rather enjoyed that day. 
Tonight is the first event since your marriage where you and Taehyung are both required to show up and act like a happy married couple. Which would probably be a lot easier if you and Taehyung had exchanged more than ten words over the past two weeks. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but there was a part of you that thought you could use your arranged marriage to actually cultivate some sort of meaningful relationship between the two of you. So events like these wouldn’t be such a drain on both of you. 
When Kim Taehyung comes down the stairs, he actually doesn’t look too bad. You don’t know why this sort of thing keeps catching you off guard—like you don’t expect him to look that good whenever you see him. The problem is that you can’t even chalk up the surprise to him wearing tailored clothes or having his hair done. He just looks… good. 
Well, you suppose you do have to look at him every day for the rest of your life. It’s a good thing he’s attractive. At least he’s not sore on the eyes. 
Taehyung and his unfortunate attractiveness aside, the two of you don’t say a word to each other as you join up at the entrance, grabbing any last-minute items like house keys, chapstick, and whatever dignity you have left to spare. You send forced smiles and tight nods each other’s way in the elevator, staring straight ahead in the lobby of your building as the car pulls up to the front door.
By the time the two of you sit down in the back of the limousine, the built-up tension between the two of you is so thick you’re almost positive that even the chauffeur can feel it through the closed partition. 
If you were any more idyllic, you’d probably spend the drive over to the gala staring out the window and imagining yourself in a different life, on a train to nowhere, flowers in your hair and a journal in your hands. Or perhaps you’d be the CEO of your family’s company instead of having that responsibility passed down to a husband you don’t even want, sitting in an office at the top of a skyscraper overlooking the city. Anything. Anything but this.
But the idyllic part of you died when you realized that fantasies like that are nothing but distractions and that daydreams are for romantics and optimists and losers. 
“What’s our plan for tonight?”
Taehyung scoffs. “What do you mean, ‘what’s our plan’?”
You frown. “Well, we’re married, so we at least have to act like it, don’t you think?”
“Isn’t standing there and smiling enough?” Taehyung asks, an unimpressed eyebrow raised. 
You bristle. Maybe that sufficed for your wedding, but there was so much going on it was easy to distract yourself from the gravity of it all. But this event is not about you. It’s not even about either of your families. It’s about someone the two of you are, at best, distantly connected to, through work, through fame, through power. Which means that though the focus will not be on you, there will still be eyes looking your way. Eyes watching your every move. 
“Do you think it will be?” You challenge. Doesn’t Taehyung realize that things are different now?
Taehyung’s lips curl downwards. “What do you expect us to do, shower each other in kisses? We don’t even sleep on the same fucking floor.”
“Maybe I just expected you to act less like a stranger and more like a husband!”
Taehyung sighs. “Don’t.” The word is clipped, short. “Don’t tell me you actually want to be married.”
“I don’t.” It’s a response that you hardly have to think twice about. “But we are, and nothing can change that.” Unfortunately. But it’s a fact that you and Taehyung have both had to grapple with over the past few weeks, and it’s becoming increasingly obvious that you are more aware of it than he is. If Taehyung could have his way, he would ignore you for the rest of his life and keep partying with the rest of his bachelor friends until he keeled over and died. 
He huffs next to you, eyes staring straight ahead. You don’t think the two of you have met each other’s eyes in a week. Maybe more. They’re starting to feel as soulless as your marriage itself. “Whatever. What do you want me to do?”
“What do you think?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Just act like you don’t hate me. Can you do that?” The way Taehyung’s behaving right now, you expect that will be a challenge for the both of you.
“Only if you can. I’ll even hold your hand to prove that we love each other.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
The idea of holding Taehyung’s hand makes you want to implode. The mere thought sends shivers down your spine. But it’s better than nothing, and that’s good enough for you. At least you won’t have to kiss. 
The rest of the ride there is silent. You drive to this gorgeous mansion just outside the city, bathed in lights hidden amongst the bushes, illuminating both the architecture and the enormous fountain that sits in front of it. In a house this size, you imagine you could probably go your whole life without ever having to come across Taehyung. It actually makes you consider investing in a home that big. 
Taehyung helps you out of the back of the limousine, a cold hand clasping your own as you rest your palm against his. You can feel the way his fingers hesitate as yours make to intertwine with his as you walk towards the entrance, smiling at whatever camera flashes you encounter on your way. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were holding hands with a ghost. 
The moment you step inside and are ushered out of the door’s view, Taehyung’s grip relaxes on yours. For a moment, you think he’ll actually spend the rest of the night like this, a gentle hand wrapped around yours, but then he pulls it away entirely and shoves it back into his pocket. Oh. You frown quietly to yourself. So that’s how tonight’s going to go. 
You don’t make an effort to reach out towards him again. 
For an event concerning people you don’t know a damn thing about, everyone sure seems to know things about you. Other than greetings, you don’t think anyone’s said anything to you about anything other than your recent marriage to Taehyung. Every conversation is punctuated by a Congratulations! you do not feel that you have at all earned, considering you and Taehyung could barely look at each other on the way here.
Maybe Taehyung was right. All you really can do is stand there and smile.
“Oh, don’t tell me… Y/N, is that you?”
The champagne swirls around in the flute between your fingers as you turn towards the sound of your name, looking up to see a familiar face headed your way. 
Kim Seokjin is nice enough. He’s terribly handsome and got a flawless smile, but you know better than to trust those pearly whites of his. The sight of him alone is enough to make your body tense up. There was a reason you had explicitly told your parents not to invite him to your wedding. 
“Seokjin, what a surprise to see you here,” you say, forcing a smile. “I thought you were supposed to be in Switzerland right now.”
“Change of plans,” Seokjin grins back in that awful, awful way, the kind of grin that makes you feel like he’s looking right through you. “I came back early. It’s a shame, though, I missed your wedding.”
You shrug. “It was a humble affair.” It wasn’t. And you’re positive that Seokjin knows it wasn’t an accident that you didn’t extend an invitation to him or his family. 
“Ah, I see,” Seokjin says, nodding his head. He turns to Taehyung next to you, who is making no effort to hide how wholly uninterested in this conversation he is, and holds out a hand. “You must be Kim Taehyung, then. I’m Kim Seokjin. Congratulations on your wedding.”
Taehyung shakes his hand firmly, the air between the three of you growing unbearably palpable. 
“Seokjin’s father is the VP of News Daily,” You explain, eyebrows raised as you try to signal to Taehyung what exactly it means when Seokjin is speaking to the two of you. “And his mother is a popular journalist for the city’s post.”
Seokjin grew up in the world of media, and it seems he’s picked up his parent’s affinity for sticking their noses in places they don’t belong. You know he’s not talking to the both of you out of the goodness of his heart. 
Seokjin laughs, his hand waving away the mention of his parents. “Oh, please. That’s them. I’m just a bored socialite like the rest of you.”
You resist the urge to scoff. 
“Marriage treating the two of you well?” He changes the subject to what he really wants to talk about: you. 
“Of course,” you say quickly, preventing any hesitation on your end. Your empty hand reaches towards Taehyung’s, fingers searching for his between the two of you. But his refusal to join hands does not go unnoticed by you nor Seokjin, who is eyeing the space between your bodies with an eyebrow raised. “It’s just been—well, it’s just been difficult to adjust to a new life. That’s all.”
If you were to describe the face of a non-believer, it would be the exact expression on Seokjin’s face. “Perfectly understandable,” he says, that same toothy smile lacing his features. “But it must be nice, you know, to marry someone you love.”
“I couldn’t be happier,” you say, almost challenging Seokjin to say something even more inflammatory. He must know that all you’re trying to do at this point is save face. Love? Ha! As if. 
“And Taehyung?” Seokjin motions to your husband. 
You can feel the way Taehyung is stiffening beside you. “I suppose we are both lucky and unlucky in many ways when it comes to who we love.”
It’s enough of an answer to get Seokjin off your tail. For now. He bids the two of you a tense goodbye before sauntering off to go poke his nose in someone else’s business, fish for drama, a thread of a rumor he can pick apart with nimble fingers. You wonder if anybody actually likes him. 
The moment he disappears from earshot, you grab Taehyung’s wrist tightly and pull him close to you. “What the hell was that?” You hiss into his ear. 
“What?” You can’t tell if he’s playing dumb or if he really is that dense. 
“You!” You exclaim. “Kim Seokjin is the one person who could easily expose how fake this marriage is and you pull away from me? Right in front of him? You can’t even hold my hand for two seconds, that’s how much you hate me?”
“Who cares what he thinks?” Taehyung says. “He’s just another media rat. No one will even remember we were here tomorrow.”
“But if you keep acting like this, people will start to notice! Why can’t you just act like you don’t hate me, for one night? Is that so bad? Is it that torturous, to spend one night with me?”
“Do not turn this on me,” Taehyung orders harshly. “You’re making a scene. Come on.”
You don’t have time to shout at him for bossing you around like you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum before he drags you out of the venue, the two of you finding a back door to the building that leads outside. The cold air blows against your body, goosebumps popping up against your skin, but you find that the chilly night provides quite the respite after practically overheating indoors. Taehyung makes fire rush through your veins but at least the air can cool you back down. 
Nevertheless, your conversation is not over. It’s just been moved to a more private location.
“You do realize that our marriage isn’t going to suddenly go away, right? That we’re going to have to keep doing this for the rest of our lives?” You remind him, eyebrows raised. There’s a part of you that genuinely thinks he’s completely forgotten that your marriage is permanent.
“Oh, and not holding hands for five minutes for this one event is totally going to change the course of our lives, isn’t it?” Taehyung fights back.
“Don’t act like you did the right thing,” you spit out. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me. I know you don’t give a shit about our marriage.”
“What marriage is there to even give a shit about? Just because we had a wedding and signed some documents does not mean there is a real marriage between us. Look at us,” he motions between the two of you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We hate each other. Is this what you would call marriage?”
“But at least I’m trying to get past that!” You exclaim. “You make it seem like being as miserable as possible is some sort of badge of honor. Do you actually want to spend the rest of your life hating the person you married? Or do you want to grow up and try and move on?”
Taehyung frowns. “What I want is for the person I married to stop acting like they’re doing me such a huge favor by pretending to care about us. Especially when all they really care about is their family’s goddamn reputation.”
“No,” you tell him sternly. You are doing him a favor. He just can’t admit that he actually needs help from you. “You are putting zero effort into this. What am I supposed to do?”
“Let it go!” Taehyung shouts. “Maybe one day we’ll actually start getting along, but right now it’s obvious that neither one of us can stand the other. I don’t need you to do favors for me. I can handle it myself.”
You look away, rolling your eyes. “Doesn’t look like it to me,” you mutter to yourself. 
Taehyung cracks. “Fine. You want me to pretend that I actually care about us? I will.” Thank God. Maybe now the two of you will finally start seeing eye-to-eye. “But make no mistake about how I feel about you,” he spits. “Getting married to you ruined my life.”
You stare straight at him and his eyes are swirling, so obscured in the darkness of the night that you might even think he doesn’t have a soul at all. His pupils bore into yours and for once, for once in your goddamn life, after so many years of staring each other down at debutante balls, so many years of witty refrains and snarky insults hurled each other’s way, it feels like the two of you might actually snap. 
Then, a camera flashes.
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Trouble in Paradise! would be a suitable title for the front page of the city’s biggest tabloid… if anything about your life with Taehyung could be considered paradise. Unfortunately for the both of you, that is not the case. 
You don’t need to keep reading the rest of the trashy article on the front page of the daily tabloid to know how much trouble you’re in, nor do you even have time to scroll beneath the terrible photo of you and Taehyung literally shouting at each other before you hear your phone ring. 
You don’t even bother saying hello to whoever’s on the other end. You know it’ll go in one ear and out the other. 
“I assume you know why I’m calling,” your mother’s harsh tone spits from the other end of the phone. There’s no doubt in your mind that she’s standing in the middle of her office, snapping her fingers at her fifteen secretaries as they partake in the worst damage control your family’s had to deal with since your cousin two years ago was caught with a mistress outside a high-profile restaurant. 
“Can I take a wild guess?” You’re about to be scolded into the next century, so you might as well enjoy your last few moments. 
“Don’t get cheeky with me,” your mother warns. “Care to explain why you and your beloved husband made the front page of the Daily Post today?”
“I know,” you sigh, a hand coming up to rub at your temples. It’s eight in the morning, you’ve barely looked at your phone, and you haven’t even brushed your teeth yet. It feels like you’re still asleep, and most certainly lack the energy to deal with this right now. 
Your mother, on the other hand, thinks otherwise. “You know? You know, and you still go out and do this? For everyone to see?”
“We tried to take our argument outside,” you begin to explain, but your mother isn’t having a single word of it. 
“The fact that you thought it was even appropriate to have an argument in a public setting at all astounds me, Y/N. We raised you better than that.” There’s no need for you to even see her face. You’ve grown so used to that disappointed frown over the years that it’s burned into your brain. 
“Maybe you should have thought about that before marrying me off to a man I barely know so I could be someone else’s problem instead of yours,” you bite. 
“We did this for your own good,” she hisses back. “You are married because we love you, and we want you to succeed outside of this family.”
“Then why do you care what the tabloids print about me?”
“Because being married does not mean you are no longer a part of this family,” your mother informs you sternly, lips smacking together. “Your marriage reflects on all of us, and you know that. What will people think of us when they see how terribly behaved you are?”
“Everyone acts like that, and you know it.” How could your mother preach good behavior when everyone, everyone you know, is just as spoiled and entitled as you? There’s no such thing as being altruistic when it comes to people like you. Being genuine, and good, and pure—that will get you ruined. 
You can hear her breathing into the phone when your mother responds, “But not in public, and that is the point. We expect better from you.”
“If you were so worried about me behaving so badly, then why did you even marry me off anyway? You knew that I didn’t want to. What did you think would happen?” It’s a question you wouldn’t have dared ask three months ago. Hell, even a year ago, when it was first revealed you were to be engaged, you wouldn’t have dared open your lips. But things are different now. You’re married to a man that hates you just as much as you hate him. He is making no effort to improve your relationship and seems hellbent on despising you forever. There is no way to get out of it. And if your parents really foresaw all of that, then what was the point in the first place?
“Your grandmother.”
Your mouth shuts. 
“You know she wanted to see you married before she passed,” your mother says, words clipped and biting and harsh. “She cares about you. She wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” you mutter to yourself like a petulant child. In a way, you sort of are.
“If you want to stay in her will, I suggest you change that mindset.”
You freeze in your tracks. The will?
“Is that a threat?” You ask, positively dumbfounded. Are you being coerced into staying in this marriage because of your grandmother’s will?
You can hear your mother laugh, that muted, knowing chuckle of hers. “It was the deal all along, remember?”
Vaguely, you do. You remember fighting your parents tooth and nail over getting married until your grandmother revealed it was her dream to see you wed. You remember the look on her old, wrinkled face, that soft, sad smile that said she knew she didn’t have much time left. You remember agreeing, because how could you deny her? You remember her promising to remember what you’re doing for her. 
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“But—”
“That’s the end of this conversation, Y/N. You fix things with your husband or you’re out of her will. She’s made that clear. I expect you’ll make the right choice.”
She hangs up. 
Well. 
There are a lot of ways to describe how you’re currently feeling, and you most certainly had an expensive education that would provide you with plenty of the vocabulary, but you think the most appropriate words for the current situation would be: you’re fucked. 
At least the feeling is mutual. 
Hardly two minutes after your mother’s brutal phone call, Taehyung comes storming down the stairs, hair still mussed from the night prior, his own phone clenched tightly between is fingers. Even from where you stand in the middle of the living room, you can see the way his eyes are glinting with anger, the veins popping out from his skin. 
“I just got off the phone with my parents,” Taehyung begins, not even bothering to spare a ‘good morning’ your way, “and they are fucking furious about last night.”
You shrug. “Join the club,” you mutter, arms crossed in front of you. What, does Taehyung really think you got off scot-free?
“Don’t act like this means nothing to you,” Taehyung says as he approaches you, footsteps calm despite his demeanor being anything but. “You’re the one who’s so obsessed with keeping up their family’s perfect reputation. You’re the reason we’re even in this mess in the first place.”
“What do you mean, ‘I’m the reason’?” You ask, astounded. Like he’s totally absolved of all blame and just an innocent third party. “You are the reason we went outside. You are the reason we had that argument, because you refuse to accept the fact that we’re actually married and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Right, because holding hands is really gonna show all those people how in love we are. I bet your parents are so thrilled right now.” Taehyung drawls. 
“It’s a start!” You shriek. “God, you’re just so—so infuriating! You can’t accept that this was your fault, too. You just have to turn everything against me and you always, always have to get the last word. It’s like you think you’ll die if you don’t.”
“Like you’re any better,” Taehyung huffs back. “You think I’m the villain because I don’t want to pretend to be in love with someone I’m not in love with. You act like us not holding hands is going to ruin our lives. It was one event! One! It’s obvious we hate each other, so why even try?”
“What, do you expect me to just sit around and do nothing? To act like everything’s fine? Like I’m happy?” As if. This marriage is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. “While you prance around the city with your rich boy friends, going out to clubs and parties and pretending that I don’t exist? Is that what you expect from me?”
Taehyung laughs, this loud, disbelieving sort of noise, like he’s never heard such nonsense before. “Just because we’re married doesn’t mean the rest of my life has to change. Am I not allowed to enjoy myself with my friends? Or are you determined to keep me chained to your side for the rest of our lives?”
“What I want,” you punctuate every word, “is for you to stop acting like you haven’t got stakes in this, too. You think I don’t know how your family works? What being married to me means for you? Because I do. And I know that if we were to divorce, it would be you who would get the short end of the stick. Make no mistake.”
That’s enough to shut Taehyung up for a good few seconds. And it shuts him up, because he knows it’s true. Taehyung’s family may have a little more money, a little more power than yours, but you’ve got a family intimately more connected with the media. One phone call and Taehyung may have a rather messy, rather public breakup to deal with. 
“You wouldn’t,” he says, calling your bluff. 
“Are you sure about that?” You say, sticking your ground. You would never really divorce him, of course, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I am,” Taehyung says firmly. “Don’t think I don’t know what being married to me is in it for you. What is it? Money? Power? Your father’s CEO position?”
“That’s none of your business,” you snap quickly. Maybe you’re more transparent than you thought. Bristling, you straighten your shoulders and turn back to meet his eyes. “Regardless, it seems we both have a reason to stay in this marriage.”
“It seems we do,” Taehyung agrees with a thin, contained smile. “Then I suppose we can reach some sort of agreement.”
“As in…?” Your interest in piqued. 
“I’ll stop going out with my friends if you stop picking fights with me all the time,” he says economically, like he’s killing two birds with one stone. 
“Only if you agree to also act more like my husband when we’re in public,” you tack on, because you just can’t settle for anything less. 
“Public only,” Taehyung specifies. 
You scoff. “Like I’d even want to pretend to be your wife when we’re in private.”
“Good. It seems we’ve come to a deal.”
“What’s in this for you, huh?” You prod, just to be annoying. Taehyung’s right. There’s a reason you’re not divorcing him the second you get the chance. But there must be a reason why he’s not doing the same thing. 
“Does it matter?” He challenges, a single eyebrow raised. “My life is just as awful as yours.”
Fair enough. 
“Do we have a deal?” Taehyung asks, holding out his hand, that sneaky, devilish grin lacing his features. 
Taking his hand in yours and grasping it firmly is the easiest decision in the world. His palm presses against your own, hot hand meeting your cold skin, and it feels like the two of you are finally finding some sort of balance. You look up into his eyes, burn your gaze into his pupils, watch them glint in the white ceiling light of the living room. 
“Deal.”
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For two people raised on the values of reading the fine print and making educated choices when it comes to business deals, you and Taehyung sure haven’t worked out any of the intricacies of the deal the two of you agreed to. Unlike those business deals your parents constantly agreed to, however, knowing all of the stipulations and provisions of your strange, strange agreement with Taehyung may prove more harmful than helpful. 
Like right now. 
“Wait, we don’t have to be by each other’s side the whole night, do we?” Taehyung asks you, eyebrows furrowed in a knot, as you sit in the back of a big, black van on your way to a mutual friend’s twenty-first birthday bash. 
“There are going to be a lot of cameras there,” you respond. 
“Yeah, outside the entrance to the damn club. You know they won’t be allowed in, so who cares?” Taehyung rebukes. 
You huff out a little sigh, not wanting to get into an argument when you’re literally minutes away from your first public appearance since the whole tabloid debacle from three weeks ago. You and Taehyung could both do with being a bit more relaxed than you normally are when you’re around each other. 
“Hasn’t Clarissa invited hundreds of people? They’ll all notice if we aren’t together,” you remind pointedly. The girl whose birthday party you are attending is an heiress who grew up on the money of two people with a monopoly over the current artificial intelligence market and has millions of followers on social media. There will be notable people there. And people will know the two of you, as well. 
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “That’s the point, Y/N. There’ll be so many people, no one will even care. It’s her twenty-first birthday. Do you think people are going to be sober?”
You purse your lips together. He’s got a point. “How about when we are together, we hold hands. But if you see a friend or something then feel free to say hi.” Taehyung can be afforded that luxury. Especially because the chances of him not bumping into someone he knows is exceedingly low anyway. 
Taehyung nods in agreement. “You too. But I won’t leave you unless I know you’re with someone you’re close with.”
“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine,” you say with a small chuckle. What, is Taehyung suddenly worried, or something?
“Yeah, but it would be in bad taste if I left you with someone you didn’t know well. Or alone. Just wanna make sure you’re taken care of.” He shrugs nonchalantly, turning back to look out of the window on his side of the car. 
“Okay.” 
You don’t really have anything else to say to that. You’re sure you can handle yourself if you’re left alone for a few minutes while Taehyung says hi, but you actually find yourself rather appreciative of his resolve to look after you. Or, at least, make sure someone else is looking after you. It’s quite… chivalrous. Strikingly out of character for the Taehyung you’ve become well-acquainted with over the past couple of months. 
By the time you arrive, it’s obvious that Taehyung was right about there being so many people you two practically don’t even exist. Other than the herds of camera crews waiting outside the joint, photographing everyone that steps out of a black car to see what they’re wearing and who they’ve come with, no one seems to be paying you any attention. And in a way, that sort of nonexistence, that anonymity, it’s refreshing. Your entire life you’ve felt like all eyes were on you, like there was constantly a spotlight above your head, but here, the party centers around someone else. 
Despite that fact, Taehyung keeps his promise. He keeps himself pressed closely against you when there’s not enough space for you two to stand side by side, and he makes sure to have a hand gently intertwined with your own as you weave your way through the dozens of bodies in the room. He doesn’t say anything, of course, always looking up and forward instead of beside him, where you stand, but you find that you’re actually quite relaxed with his presence. He spots a bit of a clearing near the back of the first floor of the club, where a whole bunch of leather couches are pressed up against the brick walls, where the two of you can take a breather. 
“Damn, Clarissa knows a lot of people,” you say when you finally settle down, happily plucking a martini from a tray held by one of the many caterers wandering through the venue. 
“I doubt she’s even spoken to half of them,” Taehyung comments. “She and I have maybe spoken once… three years ago.”
“It was enough to get you invited, wasn’t it?” You point out with an eyebrow raised. 
Taehyung nods, chuckling a little. “Touché,” he says, clinking his own cocktail glass against yours. 
You take a swig of the drink, letting it wash down your throat. You’re not exactly sure how else you’re supposed to survive the night. “You must enjoy this, huh?” You muse, looking up at Taehyung from where you’re seated on the couch. He’s standing next to you, looking around the room with a distant gaze in his eye. 
“Enjoy what? The drink? It’s nice,” Taehyung says, having another sip. 
“No, I mean this,” you say, motioning toward the crowd. “The clubbing, the dancing, the drinking. I’ll bet that if you could do this every day for the rest of your life, you would.”
“I’m honored that you think so highly of me,” he deadpans. 
“Just making an observation,” you say, holding your hand up in surrender. “I mean, isn’t this what you used to do every weekend before we got married? Get wasted and party? Wake up in someone else’s bed the next morning? Muscle your way through the week just so you could do it all over again?”
Taehyung shakes his head, a knowing grin on his face. “Looks like someone keeps up with her tabloids. Let me guess, you would scroll through all of those trashy articles on your phone whenever you woke up so you could see what your future husband was doing?”
“I could have never even met you and I would know that that’s exactly what you do,” you say, even though you definitely did do those things before your engagement was announced to the public. “You’re a heartbreaker, Kim Taehyung. I don’t need to read a tabloid to know that.”
“Well, you must be quite the lucky girl, then,” Taehyung comments. “You seem to be taking up so much of my energy that I don’t have the time for that anymore.”
You place a sarcastic hand on your heart. “I didn’t know you were always thinking about me. I’m touched.”
“Don’t get used to it,” Taehyung huffs out, making the two of you both shake your heads as you chuckle to yourselves. First civil conversation you’ve had with each other in a long while, even if there may have been a few blows exchanged. 
The privacy doesn’t last long. Soon after, a huge crowd of people that could honestly still pass for teenagers herds towards the back of the club, all of them wanting to take pictures with each other. You and Taehyung do your best to stay out of the way, but one of the girls recognizes him from the Elle photoshoot he did about a year ago and begins to strike up a conversation with the both of you about your recent marriage. If she was paying attention to anything the tabloids leaked three weeks ago, she doesn’t mention it. Taehyung smiles and happily answers all of her questions, and even offers to take a picture of the group for them. The conversation ends before the two of you even catch her name. 
You’re standing by the line of buffet tables laid out against the staircase leading up to the second floor, no doubt as crowded as this one, when the opportunity for you to speak to someone other than Taehyung finally presents itself. 
“Y/N!”
You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You turn around to see Victoria barreling towards the both of you, not even caring when she accidentally spills a bit of her piña colada on the floor as she does. 
“Hey!” You exclaim excitedly. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure Clarissa invited everyone on her, her best friend’s, her best friend’s cousin, and her best friend’s cousin’s dog’s contact list,” Victoria says with a laugh. “It’s nice to see you. I feel like you’ve been holed up in that big ol’ penthouse for weeks.”
“Damage control,” you remind her succinctly. Victoria knows enough that that’s all the explanation she really needs. 
“I don’t know if the two of you have ever met formally,” you say, thinking back to your wedding, where Victoria spent most of her time schmoozing with your parents (who love her) and didn’t even engage with any of the people who Taehyung’s family had invited. “Taehyung, this is Victoria. Victoria, Taehyung.”
“Pleasure,” Victoria says in that loud, unabashedly forward way of hers, holding out a friendly hand. Taehyung smiles back curtly, taking her hand and shaking it gently, so as not to spill any more of her drink. 
“Mine as well. I remember you were at our wedding.” Oh? So he does know her?
“That I was. Oh, I miss that day. The food was excellent. Tonight’s isn’t too bad either. Hope you’re doing well, the two of you. It’s nice to see you getting along,” she says, always the observer. 
Taehyung’s eyes widen a little when he picks up what Victoria is not-so-subtly putting down, but you place a hand on his upper arm to calm him. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “She won’t say anything.”
“My lips are sealed,” Victoria adds. 
“If you wanna go spend time with some of your friends, you can,” you say, giving Taehyung a nudge. He looks positively helpless standing in between the two of you as Victoria out-extroverts him. 
“Alright,” he says hesitantly, even though you know he’s already spotted at least ten people you’re sure he’d want to spend time with over you. “I’ll come find you soon, okay? Don’t go too far.”
You nod, and Taehyung disappears off into the crowd. Not two seconds later, you hear someone else call his name in a familiar tone. 
“I thought you said you hated him,” Victoria points out as the two of you watch his caramel brown hair makes its way throughout the crowd. 
You take another sip of your drink. “I do,” you say. 
Victoria looks at you like you’ve just told her you’ve sworn off custard-filled doughnuts. 
“What?” You ask, feeling suddenly defensive. 
“Nothing,” Victoria singsongs. “It just doesn’t look like that to me.”
“We just need to keep up a good appearance in public, that’s all. You know how mad my parents got when the tabloids leaked all that shit a few weeks ago,” you explain. You’re not sure what all the fuss is about. Taehyung said he would do these things. And he did. That was him upholding his end of the deal. This is you upholding yours. 
“If you say so…” Victoria says, not looking at all convinced. “I guess I’m just surprised that—that you two seem to be getting along so well. Maybe you being married isn’t going to be the worst thing after all.”
You stare back out into the crowd, scanning the top of people’s heads for Taehyung’s familiar locks. In the dim light of the club, you have a difficult time finding his, squinting your eyes slightly as you look around, but eventually you spot him, dancing happily with some old friends of his you recognize. He looks like he’s having a good time. And that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, this might end up alright. 
“Yeah,” you say, though with the pounding of the bass and the alcohol already rushing through your veins, it doesn’t really feel like your voice belongs to you. You look back at Taehyung, knowing exactly where he is now, and you smile. Just a little. “I guess he’s not so bad.”
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You never do get a chance to meet Taehyung’s friends that night. By the time he joins back up with you and Victoria he’s by himself, a little more drunk than when he left, and ready to go home. And for once, instead of fighting him, instead of insisting you stay an hour more just to make sure you’ve done all of your rounds, you let him take you home. 
Taehyung has been spending a lot more time at the penthouse lately. Perhaps his family’s business happenings are slow, or perhaps he’s actually starting to get more comfortable with inhabiting the same space as you, but he has definitely found himself quite the rhythm in that house of yours. He even comes down to the first floor rather regularly. 
When he’s home, Taehyung is a lot quieter than you thought he would be. Granted, you don’t exactly know what you were expecting in the first place, but it certainly wasn’t him ruminating in one of the home offices while the Beatles play softly on the stereo, nor was it him reading a book in French in one of those big old grandfather chairs in the living room. If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably think he was still absent in that old way of his, ghostlike and silent, like he was occupying the space instead of truly living in it. 
But you do know better, and even though Taehyung is just as noiseless as he used to be, the house already feels a little bit fuller. 
Perhaps the reason you’ve become so keenly aware of his presence over the past few days is because of the notable fact that Taehyung has indeed held up his end of the deal, and no longer goes out with his friends in the evening. Or at all, for that matter. Which strikes you as rather odd, because he’s the epitome of a social butterfly, a thousand contacts in his phone and a whole group of friends he regularly spends time with. Maybe his parents told him to tone down the public appearances, too. And that’s understandable, but don’t they know Taehyung? Can’t they see how much he thrives on social interaction? It almost makes you feel… bad for him. 
To remedy this, you suggest he invite over his friends. Just for a few hours, you swear you won’t mind. 
“Seriously?” Taehyung looks positively shocked when you tell him he can, standing in the doorway of the office he seems to have designated as his own. 
“Yeah, why not?” You say with a carefree shrug. Besides, you’ve never met his friends anyway, and now seems as good a chance as any to introduce yourself. You are his wife, after all. “Unless your parents say you can’t. But it’s not a problem for me.”
“You… don’t mind if I have my friends over for a bit? Honest to God, we’re probably just going to play FIFA for three hours straight,” Taehyung says like it’s some sort of warning. Like the idea of him and his buddies from college are going to sit in the living room screaming at the television, leaving you alone to do literally anything else, is somehow bad. 
You laugh. “It’s fine, really. Call them. I’d actually quite like to meet them.”
Taehyung picks up his phone almost instantly, as if you’ll change your mind in the next five minutes so he better get them over soon, and already you can see the way his face is lighting up, the way his eyes crinkle as he chats to his friends and the way his lips curl upwards when they crack a joke back. Isn’t it obvious? He feeds off of the energy of others. Who are you to deny him such a simple pleasure?
As it turns out, Taehyung’s friends actually end up being quite nice anyway. 
He invites over three, because four people is apparently the perfect number for a hardcore game of FIFA on his Playstation, and they are all very handsome men you have never met before. You suppose like attracts like, after all. 
“You must be Y/N,” says the first one you see when you open the door to let them in. He doesn’t look a day over twenty-one—in fact, he could probably still pass as a college student—and has rather long dark hair that drapes over the sides of his face, covering the edges of his big doe eyes. “I’m Jungkook. This is Jimin and Hoseok.”
“Nice to meet you all,” you say, stepping aside so they can enter.
The shortest one, Jimin, grins in response, and Hoseok, behind him, gives you a wave. It’s refreshing enough as is, not having to exchange formal greetings and shake each other’s hands like you do with everyone else. Hoseok even gives you a bit of a nod, too.“You, too,” he says. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
Oh, have they, now? Interesting. 
“All good things, I hope,” you say awkwardly, forcing a small smile as Taehyung comes bounding into the room, ears perked up at the sound of his friends’ voices. 
“Definitely. Thanks for having us over. We didn’t wanna intrude on the sanctity of your new place,” Jungkook says, gesturing vaguely to the house as a whole. He’s got this excellent, genuine grin on his face, the kind that people who are just happy to be alive always wear. 
Already he’s said enough to charm the shit out of you. Who knew Taehyung’s friends could be so… friendly? “Please, you’re welcome any time. I was just thinking Taehyung was getting a little lonely.”
“There he is!” Jimin shouts excitedly when he spots Taehyung behind the two of you, looking a lot more casual than he normally does when he’s alone with you, having abandoned his usual silky button-down and wide-leg slacks for a loose shirt and some sweatpants. You didn’t even know he had those things in his closet. 
“Hey, everyone’s here!” Taehyung exclaims, just as happy. He squeezes past you to give the three of them a big hug, and it almost makes you feel like you’re intruding on something you shouldn’t be in. Even though this is literally your house. 
“Nice place you got here,” Hoseok comments, eyes drifting around the living room. “Very minimalist, I like it.”
“Sure hope you don’t spill anything on those nice leather couches of yours,” Jungkook says. 
“Yeah, unlike Kook, who has spilled tomato soup on every shirt he’s ever owned,” Jimin jokes, earning laughs from Taehyung and Hoseok and a punch from Jungkook. 
“Moved after we married,” Taehyung says simply, shrugging his shoulders. It’s an easy enough explanation for why it doesn’t look at all lived in. Here’s hoping none of them realize you sleep in different bedrooms. 
“Yeah, congratulations on that, man,” Hoseok says, giving Taehyung a celebratory nudge in the shoulder. “Who’d have thought, out of the four of us, Kim Taehyung would be the first one to settle down.”
The way Taehyung’s body tenses up at that comment does not go unnoticed by you. 
“Seriously, I would have never guessed,” Jimin adds on. “You’re showing us a new side of yourself, Tae. But I’m happy for you.”
Normally, you’d probably take offense at such blatant insinuations that your husband was a former playboy, especially from his equally noncommittal friends. But truthfully, it’s not like you were blind to Taehyung’s transgressions either. And what matters most is the fact that since it was announced publicly, you are the only woman he’s been seen with since your engagement. 
“Me too. You seem to really like her. I’m glad,” Jungkook pipes up, sending a smile your way. You definitely feel like you don’t belong in this conversation. “I think the two of you will be good for each other.”
“Yeah, I hope so,” Taehyung says with a nervous chuckle. His eyes quickly shoot your way, the two of you meeting gazes, your hesitant expressions matching. At least the two of you are on the same page. “Alright, alright, enough,” Jungkook says. “Who’s ready to get their ass kicked in FIFA?”
“You’re on, Jeon. But when I win, you owe me a five-star dinner,” Hoseok challenges. 
“Deal.”
Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook immediately crowd towards the couch, and you take that as your cue to leave. But before you can disappear down the hallway, you and Taehyung look awkwardly at each other, hands tied. It’s not like you can say anything to them. 
The truth is that, sometimes, it’s easy to forget that not everyone else knows that your marriage is just for business. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are still people out there that believe you marry for love. 
Isn’t it crazy to think that you used to be one of those people, too?
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“Hey,” Taehyung says when you meet up at the bottom of the stairs again. 
“Hey,” you respond. 
“You look nice.”
You scoff a little to yourself. What, are you exchanging compliments now? “Thanks,” you say, looking him up and down. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Like he ever is. 
“I knew you had taste,” Taehyung teases, and it’s the sort of comment that would have earned him a melon ball to the face back when the two of you were teenagers at a debutante ball, but today only earns him a roll of your eyes as you join hands. You don’t have anything big tonight—just a small dinner to celebrate some sort of business accomplishment for your family, which means that all you have to manage is not ending up in some sort of food fight by the end of the night. 
“I didn’t have a choice, did I?” You retort easily as you get into the car. 
You don’t normally speak a lot on the way to events. Not that you ever did, but even as your relationship has slowly faded from pure hatred to attempts at compromise, you both seem to relish in being able to stare out of your respective backseat windows and into the city that surrounds you. Just out of curiosity, about halfway through the ride you look towards Taehyung to see what he’s up to, and find yourself genuinely surprised to see him leaning against the window with his eyes closed. Is he sleeping? A couple more minutes of gazing at him tells you he is, because his body has gone lax and his breathing has evened out, soft snores leaving his mouth. This ride can’t be longer than twenty minutes. Has he not been sleeping well? Up in that enormous second-floor bedroom of his?
He’s awake by the time the car parks outside the restaurant, this fancy name brand steak place that was chosen solely because the biggest beneficiaries of your family’s new business deal are two sixty-year-old men whose entire diet consists of beef and beer. No cameras tonight, just a small family affair. You and Taehyung hold hands as you enter the restaurant and are led to the private room in the back anyway. 
You and him are seated on the far end of the long, rectangular table, alongside all of the other adult children dragged along to celebrate something that has no effect on their lives. But it’s nice, because the space alone prevents your parents from actively speaking with you, and you and Taehyung can stay in your own little bubble, only chiming in for a toast when necessary. 
“What are you going to get?” He asks you, the two of you gazing at the menu. No matter how fancy this place is, all the options seem to boil down to steak, steak, steak, steak, and caesar salad. Classic. 
“Oh, so you actually care now?” You counter, an eyebrow raised in amusement. 
Taehyung laughs. “Aren’t I supposed to?”
You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, wise to his usual shenanigans. It’s hard to tell if Taehyung really means what he says, or if it’s all for show. But perhaps he’s asking because he’s genuinely curious, since no one else seems to be paying you any attention. 
“The choices on this menu are simply overwhelming,” you say, motioning to the six options in front of you. 
“I know, I’m so torn,” Taehyung jokes, making you huff out a little giggle. At least he’s still got that same sense of humor. 
You both end up going for a pretty classic steak dinner, which neither of the two of you finish because the damn portions are the size of your head. Dinner is, in and of itself, absolutely mindless, all of your parents talking about things that don’t concern you whatsoever, leaving you and Taehyung to your own devices as you desperately try to make the night go by faster. 
At one point, you notice Taehyung’s foot brushing up against yours, the leather of his loafers brushing against the toe of your patent heel. Thinking someone of it, you push back, foot nudging his back to his own chair. It’s not a second later that Taehyung retaliates, the two of you dancing around each other underneath the table. 
If the two of you were any younger, or perhaps any less resigned to your fate, there’s no doubt in your mind you would be attempting to get Taehyung to fall off his chair in an effort to do the same to you. Footsie means war. But when the both of you know that, at the end of the day, you’ll still be going home to the same place, and waking up the next morning in the same house, it doesn’t feel like this is a battle.
It’s just life. 
Eventually, you meet Taehyung’s eyes with a hesitant smile, shoe pressed against his, stuck in ceasefire. And for once, he doesn’t have that devilish look in his eye, that smug little grin on his face that tells you that he’s going to make you regret whatever it is you just did. He’s just smiling back at you, all pink lips, having found real fun in the little things. 
And that makes you happy. 
The rest of the dinner is uneventful, which, in your book, is about as good as a dinner can go. You cheers to the future of your parents’ relationship with their newfound partners and say a quick goodbye to them both, hurrying out of there before they can ask you any questions on your relationship with your husband. But you don’t spend the car ride in silence on the way back. 
Instead, you say, “Have you been sleeping well?”
The question seems to catch Taehyung off guard. He was already getting in position to take a power nap on the ride home, head pressed up against the window of the car. 
“What?”
“Have you been sleeping well?” You repeat. “I noticed you fell asleep on the way here.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess,” he says, a hand scratching the nape of his neck. “I mean, it’s been hard adjusting, I suppose. But I’ll get over it.”
Hard adjusting? You’ve been together for nearly three months now. Three months worth of sleeping in the same penthouse bedroom, on the same soft-as-a-cloud mattress, underneath the same weighted blanket. And he’s still having trouble? 
“Oh. I mean, I just wanted to ask because you seem really tired lately.”
“I got a lot on my plate, what can I say,” Taehyung says with an empty smile, forcing a chuckle. “I’ll be fine, seriously. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Isn’t that my job?” You remind him. “I am your wife.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything to that. He just lets out an audible breath, the kind you let out when you’re amused and have something snarky to say, but don’t have the energy to get the words off your tongue. 
The rest of the ride is pretty quiet. 
When you get home, you place your house keys in the bowl by the entrance and take off your shoes, just about ready to take a hot shower and collapse in bed, when Taehyung’s voice stops you. 
“Hey,” he begins, almost hesitantly. You look back at him inquisitively. “I was thinking, maybe, if you wanted, we could start sleeping in the same bed?”
You scrunch your nose up. Not in disgust, but in surprise. In bewilderment. What brought this on, all of a sudden?
“Really?” You ask, because you can’t help yourself. “I thought we liked the separate bed thing. Gives us privacy.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung says with a shrug, “but—I don’t know, it’s stupid. I just thought, you know, since we’re married and all. And it’s been three months.” He looks about two seconds away from backtracking, from shaking his head and going upstairs before you can say anything else. 
“Alright,” you say quickly, nodding your assent. Taehyung’s eyes widen when he hears the word, like he had completely expected you to shut him down the moment he made the suggestion. “If that’s what you want. We can try it.”
“You sure?” He asks, that same hesitant smile from earlier lacing his features. It’s strange. He almost looks… sweet. Nervous. 
You grin back at him. “Yeah, I am.”
Taehyung lets you grab some of your toiletries and your pajamas from your designated bedroom before you head up the stairs together, towards the bedroom he’s claimed for himself. Funnily enough, this is the first time you’ve been in his room. Three months of living together and you haven’t dared step foot on the second floor. 
You don’t know what you were expecting when he opens the door to let you inside. Maybe a room that screamed ‘Taehyung’ a little more than this one does. One that looks like an actual human has been living here. But other than one of his classic silk button-downs draped over a chair, there’s not a shred of evidence someone has actually been sleeping here. You could honestly be fooled rather easily that the shirt, too, is just decoration. 
“You can pick a side,” Taehyung says casually. He grabs his own sleepwear—an old t-shirt and some sweats—and heads into the bathroom to change. 
You wonder why Taehyung has had such a difficult time adjusting. This room is about as lavish as a bedroom can get. And yet. 
Sitting down on the left side of the bed, you begin to remove your own clothes, unzipping tonight’s dress and stepping quickly into your pajamas, hurrying to make sure Taehyung doesn’t catch you half-naked. How funny is that, you think to yourself. You’ve been married for three months and you still can’t bear the thought of Taehyung seeing you without a shirt on. 
When Taehyung comes out of the bathroom, hair all messy and clothes all casual, he grins lazily to himself. “I sleep on the right anyway,” he comments mindlessly. 
Within twenty minutes the both of you are about as ready to pass out as you have ever been, the only lights still on the ones on your respective nightstands. 
“Goodnight,” Taehyung says, reaching an arm over to switch his off. 
“Goodnight,” you tell him, turning off yours as well. And all of a sudden, the room is shrouded in darkness. 
You fall asleep instantly. 
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When Taehyung wakes up the next morning, the first thing he says to you is that he hasn’t slept that well in ages. 
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“You slept together?” Victoria shrieks, so loud you actually have to move your phone away from your ear as you punch in the code inside the elevator for access to your floor. 
“We did not sleep together,” you emphasize. “Okay, well, we sleep together, as in, in the same bed. But we are fully clothed. And not the slightest bit interested in doing anything other than sleeping.”
“I thought you said you liked having your own space,” Victoria points out. “When was the first time you—uh…” she pauses to find the right words, “shared a bed?”
“A couple weeks ago. It’s really not so bad, I don’t know why you’re so hung up over it,” you say, lips pursed. You squeeze the phone between the side of your head and your shoulder, hands full of shopping bags, the string of the handles burning your skin. Maybe you should look into getting a personal shopper. 
“I’m hung up over it because, for the longest time, you have sworn off Kim Taehyung. Called him dead to you. Insulted him every chance you get.” 
You scoff. You don’t need reminding of how much you hated him, how much you can’t believe you have to spend the rest of your life with him. “It’s different now. We’re married. And he said he wasn’t sleeping well. I felt bad.”
“He wasn’t?”
“Enough about him,” you say, shutting her up. You don’t feel like talking about him with Victoria anymore. “Word through the grapevine says that your parents are actually thinking of letting you start your own company?”
It’s enough to distract Victoria. For the rest of the ride in the elevator, she talks animatedly about a new streaming service her parents are considering letting her launch, under their parent business, of course, but it’s her own company nonetheless. And you’re proud of her. Proud she could do something your parents would never dream of letting you do. Proud she could make that happen. 
You push open the front door with the side of your hip after entering in the security code, phone still snug between your ear and your shoulder, when you hear Taehyung call out your name. 
He comes into view from the kitchen, which surprises you because you have, on multiple occasions, made fun of how much of a disaster chef he is, especially because he’s admitted to you he’s not a very good cook. 
“I made brownies,” he says, holding out a plate of the chocolate treats in front of you. Instinct has you dropping your bags on the floor by your feet and reaching out, but you eye him first, suspicious. 
“I have to go,” you tell Victoria, hanging up before she even gets a chance to object to your sudden departure. “You made these?”
“Yes, I did,” Taehyung says, rather proud. 
“And the kitchen is… still standing?” You ask, skeptical. 
Taehyung frowns at you, clearly unimpressed. “How bad of a chef do you think I am?”
“Pretty bad,” you admit with a shrug. 
Taehyung pouts sadly to himself for a moment. “These are good, I swear. Nothing weird in them like vegetables or anything either. I used a box mix.”
“No wonder they look so nice,” you comment snidely, hesitant hand reaching out to grab one. They feel like brownies. So that’s good. 
“Hey, I was the one who had to crack the eggs and shit. Three eggs! And not one eggshell in the bowl!” Taehyung says, clearly very pleased with himself. 
You laugh at his enthusiasm, taking a bite. It’s good. And exactly what you needed after a long day of shopping. “I’m proud of you. They taste good.”
“I knew you wouldn’t doubt me.” Taehyung grins.
“They’re really good, actually,” You amend, genuinely surprised. And the best part is that you can count at least ten brownies left on that plate, which means that you get at least five more. Which, if you had any less self-restraint, you would probably eat all at once within the day. 
“I’m glad you like them. They’re all for us, you know. No one else to share them with,” he says.
“Honestly, I’m probably going to finish them by tonight. You’ll have to make more tomorrow,” you say sheepishly. 
“We can make some together,” Taehyung suggests. 
“I’m looking forward to it,” you respond. The words come off your mouth easily, tumbling from your lips without you having to think about it. You aren’t saying them because you have to. You’re saying them because you want to. Because baking with Taehyung doesn’t actually sound too bad. Especially if it means more brownies. 
“You’ve, uh, you’ve got something,” Taehyung says, gesturing vaguely to the side of his lip. 
“Oh, I do? Yikes,” you say, a little embarrassed. Your hand comes up to wipe at the left side of your mouth. “Is it gone?”
“Wait, here, let me do it,” Taehyung says, reaching out towards you. He presses his palm against the side of your face, cradling your cheek and jaw in his enormous hands, and all at once it feels like your skin is on fire. 
Your body freezes up at the touch, at the way his thumb swipes at the corner of your mouth, right against your lips, wiping away nothing but a goddamn brownie crumb. You look at him, look right at him, how can you look anywhere else when he’s right in front of you like this, and it feels like you are caught in his gaze, a rain droplet trapped on a web, a bee stuck in its own honey. His big, brown eyes sparkle from the ceiling lights, a chocolate sky that mirrors the food he just made for you. He looks at you and his eyes are so soft, so open, so happy to be looking right back at you. God. 
“There,” he says, a moment too late. 
“Thanks,” you stammer out, speechless otherwise. 
You both stand there, looking at each other, wordless expressions drawn all over your faces, no idea what to do next. 
After a while, Taehyung breaks the silence. “Do you wanna order takeout tonight?”
“Okay,” you nod, still a little breathless. Taehyung smiles before retreating back to the kitchen, leaving you standing in the entranceway, shopping bags abandoned by your side. 
You look over to where he’s vanished. There’s a part of you that wishes he hadn’t left. A part of you that makes you want to see him again. 
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Phone calls from your mother are never good. The last time she called… well, you know how that went. So when you see her contact information light up your home screen, it’s only instinct that you feel your heart rate spike. 
“Hello?” The voice that comes out doesn’t even sound like yours. 
There’s no good way to put what comes next. Your grandmother has died. Heart attack. The paramedics got there too late. It was over before it even started. 
For a moment, for a split second, it feels like everything is frozen. Like the world has come to standstill. Your mother’s voice echoes in your ears, suspended in time, the words turning into stone as they crash onto the floor. And when they do, it is as if everything comes back to life. 
Truth be told, you don’t know how long you stay there, sitting on the edge of the left side of the bed, your phone resting lifelessly in the palm of your hand. It feels at once like an eternity and only a second in time. You spoke to your grandmother two days ago. You had promised that you and Taehyung would visit her soon. How can this be happening?
Your phone buzzes relentlessly in your hands, condolences pouring in from every person in your contacts, sorry’s and heart emoticons and If you need anything, I’m always here’s filling up your screen. There’s a part of you that vaguely registers your mother, alongside some of the other members of your family, trying to call you. But nothing can seem to shake you. 
Until—
“Y/N? You still up here?”
You hear Taehyung before you see him. Hear his voice, hear his footsteps, hear the door creak open as he enters your bedroom. Slowly, almost sluggishly, you twist around to look at him, the mere act knocking the wind out of you. Or maybe you were already breathless. 
“Hey, you alright?” Taehyung knows instantly that something is wrong. 
“My grandmother died.” The words sit heavy on your tongue. There’s no point in not telling him. He’ll find out soon enough. He’s… he’s family, isn’t he?
“What?” Taehyung freezes in place. “I—I’m so sorry to hear that, Y/N. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you say, voice weak but steady. You blink up at him, once, twice, three times, and then suddenly you feel tears running down your cheeks. 
Taehyung doesn’t say anything else. He rushes to your side and sits himself down on the bed next to you, arms wrapping around your body. And you don’t think about the fact that it’s him, about the fact that this is the closest the two of you have ever been. You just let yourself be engulfed in his frame, let yourself be enveloped in his hold as the tears stream down your skin, little hiccups jolting your throat. You close your eyes and press yourself into his arms, head resting against his chest, and wish so desperately that so many things about your life were just a little bit different. 
It must be at least five minutes before either one of you dares to move. Your phone begins to rattle incessantly, that familiar and insistent buzz that the both of you are hard-pressed to ignore. 
“I think you should answer that,” Taehyung whispers into your skin, lips right by your forehead. 
“Yeah,” you sniffle, sitting up next to him and wiping the remnants of wetness by your eyes. Well, Taehyung’s seen you cry. There’s no going back now. “You’re probably right.” You look down at the phone. It’s your father. 
“I’ll be downstairs, okay? Unless you want me to stay,” he offers, looking hesitant. 
You shake your head. “No, it’s—it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
“Call me if you need me,” he makes you give him a nod of understanding before he finally gets up, hands slowly removing themselves from your skin, leaving little sparks in their wake. Remnants of warmth. Suddenly, you feel much colder. Hardly a minute later he’s out of the room, and you can hear his distant footsteps as they make their way down the stairs. 
Sighing, blinking, and swallowing all at once, you pick up. 
The call passes by in a blur. Your father says the will will take at least half a year to be executed, but that the funeral is already being planned. Your grandmother had hoped you would eulogize her. You agree, but you have no idea what you will say. He says Taehyung is invited but does not need to come if he cannot make it. He says a lot of other things too, about your mother, about your cousins, about your aunts and uncles and your poor grandfather, who passed five years ago, but you can’t even remember them moments after he’s said them. 
When he hangs up, the tears on your cheeks have dried, patches of them left along your skin. You head to the bathroom, getting off your bed for the first time that day, and try to wash away everything that has stained the morning. A part of you doesn’t even want to bother, just wants to slug downstairs and eat as much sugary cereal as you can get your hands on, but you can’t go down there looking like this. Looking so helpless. 
By the time you reach the kitchen, Taehyung is already standing there, on the opposite side of the counter island, a big stack of pancakes in front of him. They look mouth-watering. 
“Hey,” he says softly. “Thought you might want something to cheer you up.”
“Did you make these?” You ask, a little endeared. That was thoughtful of him. 
“Yeah. They’re still warm,” Taehyung says. He holds out a fork. 
You grin. 
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The funeral is a week later. It sucks in every way that something can suck. But not in the same way your wedding sucked, or even the announcement of your engagement. It sucks because it’s a funeral, because you have to stare down your grandmother’s casket when a part of you still doesn’t even believe that she’s gone. Because everyone there is so sad, so melancholy, dressed in all black and looking down at their feet. Because everyone is so sorry for you, so sorry for your loss, everyone has nothing but condolences to offer you. What will those do? They won’t bring her back. They won’t change things. They won’t make you feel even the slightest bit better. 
Taehyung comes. He comes because he offers, and because you want him to. You want someone whose hand to hold. Want someone to smile at you when you’re speaking in front of your entire extended family and trying not to cry. You want someone who is familiar, and warm, and there for you. 
And most of all, you want someone who won’t keep the conversation going when you get home. 
“Do you wanna order Chinese?” He asks, coming into the living room, where you have been sulking on the couch ever since you stepped foot inside the door. 
“That sounds nice,” you force out. 
“Okay. Your usual?”
“Yes, please.” You don’t bother asking how Taehyung already remembers what you like to order when you’ve only gotten Chinese twice in the last three months. 
“I’ll call them.” He disappears off into the kitchen. 
What you do appreciate about Taehyung is how he has defaulted to food as a comfort measure, and how the thought alone genuinely brightens you up a little bit. You don’t know each other very well—still, after three months, you couldn’t even say his favorite color—but he is doing his best, and he is trying his hardest. In some ways, you were unlucky to marry him. To marry someone you didn’t love. To be forced into a union you had no say in, with someone you had so much antagonistic history with. 
But in some ways, your luck has changed. In some ways, marrying him was perhaps the best thing that could happen to you. Taehyung is snarky, a little devilish, and absolutely full of himself, but he is not thoughtless. He is not heartless. He has proven that he is willing to put in the work. That he can grow to care. To change. To compromise. And isn’t that the luckiest thing you could have gotten?
“I’m sure you’re probably sick of hearing people tell you they’re sorry for your loss.”
His voice breaks your reverie, carrying throughout the wide open space of your living room. He’s grinning honestly where he stands, slowly making his way over to you. 
“Kind of, yeah,” you admit. “It’s not going to bring her back. Most of those people probably don’t even mean it.”
“Don’t say that,” Taehyung says, sitting down next to you. “I’m sure they do.”
You look at him skeptically. 
“I mean, they’re sorry for your loss because that loss is causing you pain. And that sucks,” Taehyung explains, albeit a little less eloquently than you thought he would. “I know it sucks for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t like seeing you sad,” Taehyung says honestly, shrugging to himself. 
You scoff a little to yourself. “I would have thought my downfall would be the exact thing the great Kim Taehyung would wish for himself.”
“Maybe a couple of years ago.”
You narrow your eyes. 
“Okay, maybe even a few months ago,” Taehyung admits with a laugh, making you smile, ever so slightly. “But it’s different now. I like it when you’re happy. When you’re snarky and funny and a little evil. Seeing you like this… I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”
“That’s called empathy,” you point out. 
“I’m trying to tell you that seeing you sad makes me sad, stop being a smartass,” Taehyung chides, and that really makes you grin. “There. There’s that smile I was looking for.”
“You’re so annoying,” you say, even though there’s no malice behind it. You give him a little push, palms of your hand pressing lightly against his shoulder as you roll your eyes. 
“Only for you,” he promises. He manages to grab a hold of your wrist as your hand meets his torso, pulling you into him as he wraps an arm around your torso. You gasp a little at the sensation, head falling against his body, fitting snugly in the crook of his neck. He gives your side a comforting rub. “I’m sorry today was so shitty.”
“It was,” you agree. “But Chinese food will make it a little bit better.”
Taehyung looks positively scandalized. “What? ‘Chinese food will make it better’? But not your loving, doting husband?” 
You pretend to think for a little bit, tilting your head up to the sky as you tap your chin with your finger. “Okay. Maybe that, too,” you cave after a bit of waiting, just to be extra bothersome. 
“That’s what I thought,” Taehyung says proudly, looking down at you, eyes sparkling. You can feel his grip tighten as he presses you against his body, letting you rest your head on his side. It feels like the longest hug ever, like you’re wrapped up in a weighted blanket. Only it’s not a blanket. It’s Taehyung. It’s your husband. 
He’s your husband.
“Tomorrow will be better,” he says, and it sounds a lot like a promise. 
You nod against him, letting your eyes drift shut. Things are pretty awful right now. Your grandmother’s dead. The funeral was the saddest family event you have ever attended. You have no idea what’s supposed to happen next. 
But he’s right. He seems to be right a lot these days, actually. 
Tomorrow will be better.
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Taehyung lets you sleep in for the next few days. Next several days, actually. Every time you wake up it’s close to noon and your husband is nowhere to be seen, the right side of the bed cold to the touch. It’s nothing to be worried about, though, because you can still see the noticeable dip in the bed from where he lies upon it, sinking his weight into the mattress. Taehyung’s an early bird and you’ve been having fitful nights ever since your grandmother passed. 
Today, you pull yourself out from underneath the covers around noon, sluggish and still tired, squinting as the near-afternoon light streams through the enormous windows of the bedroom. Taehyung must have thought to keep the curtains open today. 
You pull on the first casual clothes you see in your shared closet, some wide-leg sweatpants and a drapey t-shirt, and trudge downstairs like a raccoon to a trash can, hoping to fish through the kitchen cabinets to find something to eat. 
Taehyung is, as far as you can tell, nowhere to be seen. You can’t seem to hear him anywhere, and a part of you wonders where he’s at when you stumble upon the note left on the granite counter. 
Had a meeting downtown, be back around 1! There should be smoked salmon and some cream cheese and bagels in the fridge. 
Taehyung.
You chuckle to yourself as you read his flowy handwriting, amused that he thought to let you know of, of all things, the available breakfast foods in the kitchen. You check the clock. It’s nearly noon. Which means you have just over an hour of the house all to yourself. 
Having the house to yourself for five minutes is infrequent enough as it is, let alone for a whole hour. So often is Taehyung around, somewhere, holing himself up in one of the dozens of rooms or mindlessly wandering down the hallways. And for how much Taehyung is present, the funny part is that you still have no idea what he gets up to most of the time. Despite your voluntary abandoning of the separate bedroom rule, the two of you are still firm proponents of the sanctity of your personal spaces. There are rooms in the penthouse Taehyung has never been in, rooms filled with your clothes and makeup and accessories for when stylists come over before an event. A sewing room that you had specifically asked your parents for, because a part of you never let go of that childhood dream of being a fashion designer. 
And there are rooms in the penthouse that you have never been in. Rooms with dark wooden doors that have always been kept closed, that you have never stepped foot in. It’s not that you aren’t curious as to what Taehyung gets up to. He could have a goddamn evil lair in one of those rooms and you would be none the wiser. But you don’t go, because he doesn’t go into your rooms. Because you two, despite all the vows you have broken, promised each other you wouldn’t.
An hour to yourself is almost a good enough excuse for you to head back up to the bedroom and take a nap. Not that you don’t get enough sleep on a regular basis, or that you even had a fitful night last night—hell, you woke up near noon today and already you want to go back to sleep—but what else is there to do when he’s not around? What new freedoms have suddenly been given to you?
You head back upstairs, much less groggy after that delicious bagel of yours, when you catch a whiff of what smells like wet paint coming from down the hallway. It’s potent and immediately invades your senses, prompting you to wonder if that has always been there, or just magically appeared. Maybe you were so sleepy earlier, you didn’t notice it. 
Well, you notice it now. Unable to help yourself, you start to wander down the hallway, towards the source of the smell. God, it stinks. It takes you back to those days in middle school, when you would spray paint projects inside a tiny little classroom, have to step outside for fifteen minutes while you cracked the windows and aired it out. It gets stronger the further down the corridor you go, like a thick, smelly cloud stationed firmly within the walls of the penthouse. And then you realize where it’s coming from. 
It’s an art studio. 
A very messy art studio, you amend to yourself, as you peek inside. The door is wide open, and all of the windows are popped too, but the extra air circulation doesn’t seem to have made a dent in the scent. And all over the floor, the walls, and the tables are canvases covered in paint, denim jackets and pants and shirts with these wide, unafraid brushstrokes. Open cans of spray paint lie discarded on the hardwood floor stained with splotches of red, yellow, and green. 
Is this what Taehyung does in his free time? Is this where he goes, this bright, sunny room at the end of the second floor hallway? Is this what he is making?
You look down in awe at the clothes resting on the floor, splayed out to maximize dry time. Abstract faces, landscapes, and words are painted onto the backs of jackets, the fronts of old white t-shirts. What hasn’t made it onto the clothes has been put on canvases instead, blurs of color mixed together in this purposeful pattern, confidence emanating from every stroke, every dot. It’s not art in the way that the gorgeous landscapes of Monet, the picture-perfect portraits of Kahlo, the messy, unplanned splatters of Pollock are. It’s art in a different way. In a Taehyung way. 
Who knew he loved it so much? 
You almost feel like an invader encroaching on his territory when you lean down to start cleaning up some of the mess, throwing out empty spray-paint cans and tossing out grey paint water. You don’t dare touch any of the work, don’t dare try to move it. You do what you can, washing out the brushes resting in the water and cleaning up the wet splotches of paint on the hardwood. Over time, the thick scent of still-wet paint slowly fades, disappearing out the window as the fresh afternoon air seeps in. And you stand there, in a room full of art, in a room full of pieces that Taehyung has undoubtedly poured his heart into creating, and you smile to yourself. 
That’s how Taehyung finds you ten minutes later, peering into the room after declaring that his meeting had ended early. 
“Thought I’d find you in here,” Taehyung says with a grin as you jump at the sound of his voice, eyes widen when you turn around to see him standing by the door. 
“Oh, hey,” you say sheepishly. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Maybe because this is the farthest room in the house from the front door,” Taehyung teases lightly, coming up behind you. “I see you found my studio.”
“I know I’m not allowed in here,” you admit. 
Taehyung scoffs. “Who says?”
“Didn’t we both agree on that?”
He shrugs. “Sort of. I think we just reached an unspoken understanding we wouldn’t invade each other’s personal space. But it was not in the fine print, no.”
“The fine print of what?”
“That deal we made.”
Right. That deal you made, four months ago, That deal, where the two of you agreed to pretend to be in love with each other during public appearances so you wouldn’t get burned at the stake by your families. Where the two of you agreed not to interact with each other otherwise because you hated each other so much. 
“Oh, yeah,” you say distantly, feeling naive for already forgetting about it. It doesn’t seem to have slipped Taehyung’s mind whatsoever. 
“It’s okay, I don’t mind that you’re up here,” Taehyung says, interrupting that piercing little voice in the back of your head that is asking you why on earth you forgot about that deal in the first place.
“Yeah, I—” You scratch at the nape of your neck, trying to find the words to say. “It just smelled like paint, so I wanted to see what you get up too. And it’s this, apparently.” You motion vaguely to the entire room.
“You sound… surprised,” Taehyung muses correctly. 
“I guess I am,” you surmise. “I’m rather impressed, too, actually.”
“Really?” It’s Taehyung’s turn to sound surprised. 
“Yeah,” you tell him honestly, looking into his eyes. “I—you know, I just came in here because the entire hallway smelled like wet paint and I wanted to know why. But I didn’t know you loved art so much.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Taehyung points out. 
You suppose that’s true. You don’t know his favorite color. His favorite song. His favorite book. For a long time, you didn’t know what he got up to on his side of the penthouse. You don’t know how he met his friends. What he studied in university. Who he has loved in the past. Who he loves now. You don’t know why he does the things he does, and why he doesn’t do the things he doesn’t do. 
But you do know his Chinese takeout order. 
And you do know his hobbies. Well, one of them, at least. 
Who’s to say you can’t learn more?
“Well,” you start with a smile. “I’m your wife, aren’t I? Shouldn’t I begin to learn?”
Taehyung picks up what you’re putting down instantly, grinning in response. “Only if you’ll tell me things about you, too,” he requisitions. 
“I will,” you promise. It’s the easiest one you’ve ever had to make. 
His face is light, bright, bathed in the rays of the afternoon sun. His eyes shimmer as they meet yours, golden flecks more pronounced like this, in this gorgeous, open space, daylight streaming through the windows. Looking at him makes you feel like you are surrounded by warmth, makes you feel like the sun is opening its arms out to you. He has always been gorgeous. Beautiful. But looking at him like this, standing in the middle of a room filled with all the things he loves, a yellow halo surrounding him—he is ethereal. 
Taehyung smiles. “Then I will, too.”
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The hand-holding comes naturally tonight.
The funny thing is, actually, you don’t need to hold hands at this gathering. It’s not an event. Or a public appearance. It’s not even a business dinner. It’s your aunt’s sixtieth birthday party, reserved exclusively for family. Isn’t that strange? That Taehyung is, technically, family now?
For so long you had vowed to stay as far away from him as possible. Vowed to stick it to him whenever and wherever you could, do anything you could to get on his nerves, rile him up. Vowed that when you, one day, took over your family affairs, you would never, ever invite him. Make it known that he wasn’t to be a part of your life. And yet, here you are. Clinging to him despite being well-acquainted with—loved by, even—every other person in the room. Holding his hand like a goddamn lifeline. 
To be fair, Taehyung doesn’t look a hair out of place here. Dressed relatively casually, a smart sweater with a collared shirt underneath it, he smiles warmly at all of your relatives and presents your aunt with a beautiful and very expensive scarf the two of you had commissioned from a designer in Italy, which she absolutely loves. She pinches his cheek and proceeds to wear it for the rest of the night. 
“Damn,” you murmur to yourself as you wander around your aunt’s house, hand wrapped around his arm. “This place hasn’t changed a bit.”
“When was the last time you were here?” Taehyung asks. 
The question actually makes you think for a moment. “I don’t know, maybe five years ago? Last couple of birthdays I was overseas or in school. Had to send her a card.”
“Bet your parents were real pleased with that,” he jokes, making you both laugh. At least you two will always be able to share your experiences of domineering and influential parents with each other. 
“Oh, I’m sure. Just as pleased as they were when they realized how much we hated each other.” You expect that little jest to elicit a laugh out of Taehyung as well, but he just smiles tightly, huffing out a breath of acknowledgement. 
“Eh, it’s not like that now, is it?” He offers up. 
“I suppose not,” you muse, sitting down together on her ancient grandma couch in the living room. No matter how rich your family gets, she’ll never get rid of this thing, that’s for sure. 
One thing you’ve picked up over time is that, for every second Taehyung spends basking in the spotlight, he spends an equal amount of time lingering by the wall, watching the rest of the world turn without him. He’s an observer. He is one by nature, feeling an irresistible pull to understand humans in a way only artists could ever do. He sits down next to you and watches your family in an environment where they can relax, where they can feel comfortable and be casual with one another. 
Very seldom have you ever brought friends to events like these. Small family affairs. But Taehyung isn’t a friend, is he? No, he’s your husband. He belongs here just as much as you do. 
“My family seems to really like you,” you point out. Not that anybody has ever harbored as much disdain for him as you. Your parents called him respectable and polite when they told you you were to be wed. Your grandmother had said he was a dashing young man. He doesn’t exactly have to reach far to be loved around here. 
“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He replies snidely. 
“Oh, just take the compliment,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Taehyung always has to be so difficult. “I’m surprised you aren’t nervous as hell. Last boyfriend I brought to meet my parents was shaking in his Louis Vuitton shoes.”
“Last boyfriend, huh?” Taehyung’s interest has been sufficiently piqued. “And, uh, how many of those have you had?”
You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, smile twitching on your lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Heartbreaker.” Pretty rich of Taehyung to be asking you such a question when he’s probably had more girlfriends than you can count on both hands. “Not as many as you’ve had girlfriends, that’s for sure.”
“Guess I’m a lot different than all those trashy guys you’ve dated, aren’t I?” He asks, an eyebrow raised as he looks at you. 
“You are?”
Taehyung nods assertively. “Well, yeah. First of all, I’m your husband. Second of all, your parents love me. Third of all, you love me, too.”
You scoff. “Don’t humble yourself. You don’t know me that well.”
“Speaking of which,” Taehyung says, eyes wide as he points to you knowingly, “how about you tell me a little fact about yourself? It’s my job to learn about you, isn’t it?”
“That is my line, watch it,” you sneer, pointing back at him. You wrack your brain for a fact that you can tell him, something more exciting than your favorite color but less weird than one of those terrible icebreaker exercises you had to do in college seminars. Something that has pertinence to who you are. Who you’ve become. “Alright. I used to want to be a fashion designer when I was little.”
Now that catches Taehyung off guard. “Really?” He says, genuinely intrigued. 
You shrug. “Yeah. I learned to sew when I was really little. Been tailoring and hemming clothes all my life. But I always wanted to design my own stuff.”
“Is that what’s in your room?” Taehyung asks. “A sewing machine?”
“Bingo.”
“Wow,” Taehyung says. “I didn’t know that.”
“Isn’t that the whole point of this exercise?” You say, just to be smart. 
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes rolling. 
“What about you?” You ask. You can’t imagine what he’ll say. Astronaut. Veterinarian. Or, if he really wants to surprise you, a business executive. 
“A museum curator.”
It is an answer that simultaneously surprises and doesn’t surprise you at all. 
“Fitting,” you muse. “You could have put your own art on display.”
“Pretty sure that’s, like, super unethical,” Taehyung reminds you. 
“So? You’re rich. Start your own museum. Put your own art on display. Live your dream,” you amend. “It shouldn’t be holed up in that studio of yours forever. It deserves to be seen.”
Taehyung smiles at you. “You think so?”
You nod. “Of course. You create beautiful things, Tae.” It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that. And that is not lost on Taehyung, either.
“Thank you,” he says softly, blinking as he looks at you. He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to.
Later that night, when everyone’s gotten a few drinks into their systems and Bruce Springsteen is playing low on the stereo, Taehyung disappears off towards the bathroom, no doubt because of the excellent soup that was served that night. All by your lonesome, you feel a little stranded, surrounded by your old relatives dancing on the hardwood floor of the dining room, your other cousins too young to actually spend time with. 
In the commotion, your mother comes up to you, swirling a rather large glass of red wine in her hand. 
“Where’s Taehyung?” She asks. 
“Bathroom.”
“No wonder you were alone,” she says with a hearty laugh. “The two of you have been glued to each other’s sides all evening.”
“He’s my husband,” you offer as an explanation. 
“I know, I know,” she says, shaking you off with a smile. Your mother is a lot more casual once she’s had her fill of wine, no doubt her favorite, Bordeaux. A lot more loving, too. “You really made your grandmother proud, you know? She loved you so much.”
“I know,” you say, trying not to get choked up at the mere mention of your grandmother. 
“She was so happy to see you with Taehyung. It made her feel safe that you would be taken care of,” she continues on, barely paying you and your swimming eyes any attention. “She would be so happy to see you with him now, too. How much you love her.”
“I miss her,” you hiccup out, trying to compose yourself. Nothing kills a birthday party like some sad sack crying over her deceased grandmother. 
“I know, darling,” your mother says, calling you by a nickname she has hardly used ever since you turned eighteen. She squeezes you tightly, a small hug of comfort. “I miss her, too.”
Someone calls your mother’s name, distracting her as she wanders off to your uncle, who is asking what the best way to cut the three-tiered cake on the dining room table is. She bids you a goodbye before disappearing towards the kitchen, no doubt ready to make the cutting of the cake an affair all on its own. 
Taehyung comes back soon after, spotting you instantly as you stand around in the living room. 
“Hey,” he says, noticing the wet shimmer of your eyes. “You alright?”
You nod, feeling better already now that he has returned. Now that he is by your side. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I hope those tears aren’t because you missed me,” he says, wiping away a stray one that has escaped from your eyes. You close them as his thumb brushes against your upper cheek, your eyelashes, opening them only when you’ve felt his touch vanish from your skin, leaving little sparks in their wake. 
“No,” you say. But the night makes you honest, and a couple of drinks, even more so. “But I’m glad you’re here.”
Taehyung smiles. “Me, too.”
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For all those days you have spent together, never have you and Taehyung had a night in. Which isn’t necessarily completely surprising, considering how many evening events the two of you have had obligations to attend, considering your differing work schedules and meeting times. Considering that, for a very long time, the two of you had no desire to spend any time with each other at all. 
But tonight, there is nothing on your calendar. No galas, no dinners, no meetings, no schedules. There is only Taehyung, who has spent the entire afternoon up in his studio, inhaling spray paint fumes and doing what he loves. And there is only you, who has spent the entire afternoon wondering what the hell you’re going to do tonight when there is nothing else planned. 
You knock on the door to his studio, catching him right as he’s finishing up another piece. This one is a single flower, painted in broad, confident strokes, bright green and red and sunflower yellow decorating the canvas. 
“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, turning around to face you. 
“Wanna order takeout tonight?” You suggest. 
Taehyung grins. 
Thirty minutes and your favorite Chinese food later, you and Taehyung have settled onto the couch, trays of dumplings and noodles and rice in front of you, an unfunny movie playing in the background. 
You can’t remember the last time the two of you sat on this couch together. Maybe that night you had made the deal? Perhaps not even then. It wouldn’t at all surprise you if you found out that this was the very first time you and Taehyung have sat together on your couch, in your living room, in your house. So often is it occupied by others—Victoria, who sometimes comes over to ooh and ahh at your closet, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, who sit on this couch and play FIFA like it’s their job, your mother, when she wants to make herself at home in a place that doesn’t belong to her—but never you. Never you and him. 
“This is kinda nice, isn’t it?” You ask, swallowing a bite of dumpling. 
“Chinese food is always nice,” Taehyung responds over a mouthful of cold noodles. 
“Not that,” you say with a sigh, “this. Sitting together. Watching this shitty movie.”
“It’s not that shitty,” Taehyung tries to reason. On screen, the main character is getting pied in the face during some weird college fundraiser. “Okay, it’s a little shitty. But it’s good background noise, right?”
You nod halfheartedly. “I guess.” Silence. You take another bite of your dumpling, not really sure how to continue the conversation. “We don’t really get to do this a lot, you know? Sit and eat dinner and watch a movie together. Like a date.”
“We’re on a date now, are we?” Taehyung muses, eyeing you snarkily. 
“Isn’t that what this is?” You retort. 
He shrugs. “I suppose it is.”
“Tell me another fact about you,” you request, looking over to him where he sits on the opposite side of the couch. 
“About what?”
“Anything.”
Taehyung pauses, ponders for a moment. But he could never say anything wrong. Not when there is still so much you don’t know about him. Still so much you want to learn, so much you want to commit to memory. For so long you have stared at the planes of his face, the curve of his nose, the twinkle in those dark brown eyes. Those you will always remember. But what about who he is? What he loves? Those are things you still don’t know. 
“The very first time I met you,” Taehyung begins, “I asked Jimin what your name was.”
“When was that?” You ask. Despite you being someone who has spent the better part of the last several years vowing never to give Taehyung the time of day, you sure don’t remember when it all started. 
“That debutante ball,” Taehyung remembers fondly, “when we were fifteen. I asked Jimin what your name was because I wanted to ask you to dance.”
“Shut up, no you didn’t,” you say with a scoff. 
“It’s true. You were standing there in that poofy white dress and I wanted to ask you to dance,” Taehyung points out. The fact that he even remembers what you were wearing is shocking. 
Who knew. Who knew, back then, that you would one day grow up to marry him. 
“And what did I say?” You demand more. 
Taehyung laughs at the memory. “I came up to you, and I asked you if you wanted to dance, and you said, and I quote, ‘Who are you?’”
“No,” you say, aghast at your own behavior. Were those really the first words you ever said to KIm Taehyung?
“You did. Don’t you remember?”
You think back. Think back to every year you have ever known Taehyung, every year you have spent scowling at him from across ballroom floors, making some snide remark as you pass by each other in the hallway. Every year you have spent cursing his existence, willing him away from you so he could bother someone else. Every year you have listened to rumor after rumor of girlfriend after girlfriend. You think back and somewhere, somewhere in there, in those dusty corners of your brain and cobwebbed boxes of your heart, is that first memory of Taehyung, too. 
Of him standing there in some generic black suit, black hair swept over his forehead, shoes too big. Of him coming up to you, trying to be as suave as a fifteen year old could be. Of you saying to him, instead of a hello, or even a what’s your name, “who are you?” 
Of him saying—
“And you said, ‘your dream come true’.” Like a dam bursting open, the memories flood back to you all at once. “I remember that.”
Taehyung laughs out loud at the thought of him saying something so cheesy. “Unsurprisingly, you didn’t want to dance with me.”
“You were so—” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Don’t have the words to express how you felt about him that night. Don’t have the words to express how you feel about him now. Thinking about this, talking about it, it is a bridge. A bridge between what was then and what is now. A bridge between who Taehyung was and who you were and who Taehyung is and who you are. “—so unthinkable. I couldn’t believe you had come up to me and said that. I couldn’t believe you had the audacity. But something about that night made me remember you. Made me remember your name.”
“You thought about me after that?” Taehyung asks. “Is that what you’re telling me?”
“There is something about you that is unforgettable,” you say, honest and real and true. What else can you tell him? The truth is that you have always thought about him. Whether you liked him or not. 
You finish your dinner and place your trays on the end tables next to you, stacking your empty bowls and plates on top of one another as the movie rumbles on in the background. 
“It is kind of a shitty movie,” Taehyung admits after a while of being wholly unenthused. 
“Yeah,” you agree. “But it’s good background noise.”
Taehyung laughs at your little mockery, warm and deep and from his belly. You look at him. He feels so far away, on the other side of the couch. Feels like he’s miles apart from you. You have spent countless nights clinging to his harm, hand gripped tight in his. And sitting like this, a full couch cushion of space between the two of you—it isn’t enough anymore. So you inch closer. 
And closer. 
And a little closer. 
Until you’re pressed up against his side, legs touching as they rest neatly in front of you, backs stick straight as you stare at the television. 
Taehyung holds his arm up. An open invitation. 
Without asking, you lean into him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder, in the space right underneath his jaw. You pull your feet up onto the couch and curl into his frame, pressing yourself against him. He is warm and firm and inescapable. He smells of coffee and paint and Chinese spices. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you in, as if there were any other place you’d rather be. 
You sit like that for a while. Wrapped up in each other. Lazing around on the couch as the stars twinkle above your head. The movie ends and the two of you don’t even bother skipping the credits, letting them and the cheesy 80’s pop song play on, a distant soundtrack. 
“I never thought any of this would happen,” you breathe out. 
Taehyung looks down at you curiously. “What? This?”
“All of it,” you admit. “Us. Getting married. That stupid tabloid picture. My grandmother. This. It’s all so new.”
“New things will happen all the time,” Taehyung muses aloud. “We can’t help when things change.”
“You don’t have any regrets?” You have plenty. Regrets that you’ll never become the CEO you wanted to be in college. Regrets that you’ll never become the fashion designer you wanted to be as a little girl. Regrets that you will come to resent this marriage, resent Taehyung more than you have in years past, all because you had no choice. Regrets that your grandmother couldn’t see you now. Regrets that there were so many things in your life you could have changed, but didn’t.
“I thought I did,” Taehyung tells you. “I wanted to spend more time with my friends. I wanted to major in art in college. I didn’t want to marry you. I know you didn’t want to marry me.” He looks down and you look up at the same time, eyes locking, inches apart. “But looking back on it, I’m happy where I am. With what I have.”
“I never thought it could ever be like this,” you say, words falling off your tongue before you even ask them to.
“What?”
“Us.”
There’s no need to elaborate. Taehyung understands. He understands that, half a year ago, you both would have thrown yourselves into a volcano before holding hands with each other. He understands that getting over your hatred for each other seemed like an absolutely insurmountable task. He understands that you had never wanted to marry each other, that you couldn’t believe you would have to spend the rest of your lives with each other. 
And he understands that now, things are different. 
“I’m glad things happened the way they did,” Taehyung begins. “I’m grateful for us.”
You press yourself impossibly closer to him, feel his grip tighten around you. Like this, you can hear his heartbeat. Hear it thump like a drum, steady and firm and unwavering. His heart beats against his chest and you wonder. 
You wonder if he can hear the way yours beats for him, too.
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There were lots of things that made your night in together special. But one of them is the glaring fact that you don’t get them very often. That their infrequency makes them all the more valuable. 
This has become blatantly obvious to you, because right now you are not spending a night in together. Right now you are stuck at a gala that you have to attend for the sake of business, drinking thin flutes of champagne and mingling with people you barely speak to. 
The one good thing about nights like these is that Taehyung looks positively gorgeous in suits. He sort of always has, but you’d never admit that to his face. At least not until now. And as his wife, you are lucky enough to have a front-row seat. 
“I can feel you staring at me all the way from over here,” Taehyung deadpans as he helps himself to a chocolate-covered strawberry from the buffet table. 
You’re too obvious to have any shame about it. “What can I say, I like the view.”
“Hard to believe I was the once the one being shouted at for being inappropriate in public,” Taehyung says with a shake of his head. He bites into the strawberry and eats it all in a single go, tossing the stems into a bin nearby as you join back up in the heart of the crowd. 
“It’s only inappropriate if other people hear,” you tease, letting him guide you, hand intertwined with yours, towards an empty corner where the two of you can snuggle up to one another in (relative) peace. 
“I don’t think the champagne was very good for your filter, Miss Y/N,” Taehyung hisses into your ear, warm breath tickling your skin. 
“Don’t you mean Mrs. Kim?” You pose, an eyebrow raised. 
That seems to do something to Taehyung. It’s not very bright in here, with it being nighttime and all, but even still you can see the way his eyes darken. See the way his lips curl upwards, feel the way his grip on you tightens. It sparks something within you. Something deep in the pit of your belly. 
Something that makes you want more. 
You test the waters. “Mrs. Kim has a nice ring to it, don’t you think, Tae?”
Taehyung looks about a moment away from losing control. But instead of slamming you against the wall in front of all of these people and giving you what you really want, he growls out, low and powerful, “Home. Now.”
He doesn’t need to tell you twice. 
You hail your car outside of the venue and it’s all the both of you can do to not jump on each other right then and there, in the backseat of this giant black van, overcome with want, with need, with everything in between. Taehyung’s leg bounces impatiently the entire ride back, and the feeling of your hand pressed against his doesn’t seem to be calming him down. He pulls you close to him in the backseat of the car, a hand resting on your thigh. You eye him carefully, as if challenging him to be any more daring. He grins. 
Home cannot come soon enough. The two of you tumble out of the backseat and into the elevators, where you mash the top floor button after entering in the security access code, desperate and shameless. The ride seems to take hours, and the heat that surrounds you practically smothers you, covers you, fills up your lungs and chokes you. 
There is nothing left by the time you reach your door. The moment it slams shut behind you Taehyung presses you up against the back of it, pins you against the wood as he hovers over you, eyes tracing your lips. 
“Tell me something,” he demands. 
“What?” 
“A fact. Something I don’t know.”
It doesn’t take much thinking. “I want you,” you breathe out, watch it hit his skin, watch the way his eyes glint in the light of the entranceway. “Please, Tae. I want you.”
It’s enough for him. 
This is not the first time you and Taehyung have kissed. The first time was nearly five months ago, in a chapel, at an altar, surrounded by hundreds of people. It was so unfun that you seem to have eradicated the mere thought from your memory. But you remember that feeling from that day. That feeling you got when you pressed your lips against his, cemented your marriage with a kiss. That heat. That sting. 
Kissing him now—that feeling has returned tenfold. When his lips meet yours, it feels like fire is rushing through your veins, setting alight every nerve it passes, unforgiving and relentless. His enormous hands come up to cup your jaw, fingers pressing against the skin of your cheeks as they pull you close to him, keep you trapped in his hold. This is not the first time you and Taehyung have kissed but it feels like it is—it feels like there is a lotus blooming on a lilypad in your heart, it feels like you have been struck by lightning, it feels like nothing else you have ever felt before. It feels brand new. 
Pressing back against him, he slowly releases you from the cage he has created against the door, spinning around so the two of you can tumble up the stairs and into your bedroom, unable to resist sneaking in pecks here and there as you make your way upstairs. Every step you take you stop, giggle as he presses you against the railing just so he can steal another kiss from you, put his hands all over your body. It’s a wonder the two of you even make it into your bedroom at all. 
When you do, however, all bets are off. Taehyung presses you against the still-made bedsheets with a glint in his eye and a growl on his lips, pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, at your body.
"Aren't you a sight? Laid out so pretty for me," he purrs, robbing a breath from you.
It's a tone you have yet to hear from him. You find yourself growing impossibly hot under his stare, burning with an uncharted desire.
You can hardly wrap your brain around it. Here you are, craving the man you had spent the better half of your young adult life loathing. Maybe it’s the champagne; maybe it’s the way his fingers are running slowly up the length of your clothed torso. Whatever it is, your stomach does flips, unfamiliar to the way your body preens under his touch.
"Don't let it go to your head," you tease, simply because you could.
Taehyung hums disapprovingly, pressing kisses into your neck as he grabs one of your thighs and wraps it around his waist, riding your dress up in the process.
You sigh, exposing your neck further for him as he paints bruises into your neck. It feels like just yesterday you had called him out at the altar for his habit of sporting the very same marks you were soon to wear.
Perhaps you should have thought twice about letting the man you had married purely under business pretenses press his hips against your clothed center, but as he rolls his into yours, your mind falls blank, silencing any and all reservations you should have.
Whimpering, you beckon his mouth back onto yours, tongue meeting his wantonly. 
You feel his fingers creep up the outside of your bare thigh, thrilling you in the most primal way. Reaching the band of your underwear after what felt like entirely too long, he runs the pad of his thumb against the lacy fabric.
 You could scream. He is doing this on purpose. He must be. Surely he knows how badly you were aching for him? For him to fill you– whatever the manner may be.
You let out a whine before you can help yourself, frowning as Taehyung looks pleased with himself, confirming his knowledge of your prolonged pleasure.
"What's that? Did you say something?" he mocks, looking cruel and yet strikingly gorgeous as he smirks above you.
"God, you're irritating,” you huff, hips jerking up against his as he pulls at the band of your underwear, the elastic snapping back into the flesh of your hip. "Just fuck me already."
He tuts, clearly unimpressed by your impatience, "Now, where is the fun in that?"
Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers suddenly snake their way between your thighs. Mouth falling ajar, you grip his shoulders as he runs his middle finger against your clothed slit, trailing up and down your warmth. To think he was still dressed while he was touching you like this...
"No... I think I'll take my time with you," he says.
You mew against his hand, arousal forming against his long digits' ministrations. You have to hand it to him. Taehyung knows what he’s doing. The life of a bachelor has seemingly served him well.
You aren’t usually vocal in bed, but the way he’s purring words of filth to you, breath hot against the shell of your ear as he tells you how hot and slick your pretty pussy felt against his hand, has you gasping and sputtering, your own fingers wrapping around his wrist.
The fabric of your panties provides a friction that toys the line of pleasure and pain, making you thrust up to meet his motions, your humility slipping from you.
Taehyung watches you intently, cock growing hard under the constraints of his dress pants. You look better than he could've imagined, eyes watering and body shivering under his touch, his fingers soaking with your arousal. He can only imagine what you'd feel like with his fingers fully buried into you, rocking them against your velvety walls.
He lets out a groan of his own, turned on by the idea of you fucking yourself onto his fingers, whimpering out his name in ecstasy.
There’s this part of you that faintly recognizes that Taehyung has done this plenty of times before. Plenty of times with plenty of other lovers. But there is a different part of you, that part that bursts with light and hope, that reminds you that he was never married to those other ones. That his allegiance lies with you. And that thought, knowing that deep within you, he is yours, makes your jaw fall slack, pretty noises tumbling from your lips and your thighs clamping around him.
You were close, closer than you care to admit. Every touch against you is careful yet deliberate as he reads the signs of your body, the way it keens and arches into him, offering you words of encouragement as your climax finally hits.
"That's right. Good girl. Let go for me," Taehyung coos, eyes dark and focused on your writhing form.
You cry out into the familiar space of your shared room, head thrown back as you ride out the high, letting it wrack your body, send jolts throughout your veins.
You barely have time to catch your breath when he presses his mouth back onto yours, kiss still as eager as it was when you both first entered your home. You are alight with satisfaction as he pulls away to press a trail of kisses against your jaw.
"I want—f-fuck," you stutter as he finds your already hypersensitive clit once more, rolling his thumb over your now soaked panties in tantalizing circles, "want to make you feel good, too."
Admittedly, this fantasy had crossed your mind once or twice, brought on by the way he carried himself in a suit and the way his large fingers wrapped around the champagne glass; confident, collected, and entirely charming. Who are you to shy away from a man like him? He certainly has always been rather good-looking. 
He pauses his motions, pulling his hand back to sit on your waist. Your dress is of the finest, most delicate satin, and after tonight's activities, completely wrinkled. You can almost hear your stylist's cries of dismay. Whatever. You have a steamer. And why focus on the dress when it’s obvious the two of you are focused on what lies underneath it?
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You nod, skin still burning from your past climax.
Helping you back up, Taehyung stands. You lick your lips as you sit back up on the edge of the bed, watching intently as he unbuckles his belt, audibly hissing as his pants fall to his ankles, cock visibly straining against the fabric of his underwear. Thank God you don’t have to stand. With the way your thighs still felt weak and how your husband looks like a goddamn Adonis towering above you? Your legs surely would give out underneath you if you rose.
Brows furrowed, Taehyung palms over himself briefly before pulling down the waistband of his underwear, his painfully hard member slapping against his torso.
Your eyes widened on instinct. While the last thing you wanted to do was help inflate Taehyung's already large ego, you were certainly impressed at his size; thick and girthy, his tip red and shining with precum.
He couldn't help but smirk, thoroughly pleased by the way you stared at him unabashedly, chest rising and falling heavily.
"Open up for me," he orders.
And who are you to deny a request from your dear husband?
Your pretty lips wrap themselves around his engorged tip, all remnants of lipstick long gone by now. Taehyung hisses, a hand finding the side of your jaw as you run your tongue against the underside of his cock.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he grunts, fighting off the urge to grip the back of your head and fuck your throat. As much as he'd love your have you choking and drooling all over his cock – and boy would he – he lets you set your own pace, not wanting to overwhelm you.
It doesn't take long for you to sink your mouth further down, however, clearly set on making Taehyung feel as good as you could.
A low moan erupts from his throat, digits pressing into your jaw in request to take more of him in, which you happily oblige.
You had your eyes trained on him, completely obsessed with the way he panted through pink lips, hissing slightly every time your tongue rolled over his sensitive tip.
Lolling his head to a side, his eyes meet yours, gaze primal and wolfish as he watches the way you worked his cock.
"Doing so good, love. Doing so fucking good for me,” he murmurs.
You hum against his skin at the sound of the sudden pet name, an unfamiliar feeling fluttering in your belly. You push aside the feeling, focusing instead on the way he grunts at the new sensation you had just given him.
Giggling, you pull off his cock, opting instead to press a kiss against his leaking tip, making sure to hold his eyes as you run kitten licks against it.
"God, you're such a tease." He shakes his head in disbelief. 
He looks so good above you, shivering and cursing out praises on how good your mouth feels, how well you take his cock. Running your tongue along the length of his shaft, you become certain that this is a display you can’t imagine yourself ever getting tired of. But you have all the time in the world, right?
"Y/N,” he gasps suddenly, hips jerking towards your face. "Love, I'm gonna-- gonna cum."
"Cum in my mouth, please." Your voice was pleading and desperate. Taehyung had never heard such words spoken more sweetly. 
"Fuck's sake."
You let out a yelp in surprise as his fingers work their way through your hair, bringing your head back down onto his cock. You relax, though, when you feel the hot ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat, your hands finding purchase on his thighs as you do your best to swallow it all down.
Pulling yourself off him, you let out a small cough, eyes watering slightly as you hadn’t managed to prepare yourself with a breath before his release. His large palm runs across the top of your head as you caught your breath, expression flickering with something unfamiliar. Could it be... fondness? 
Your heart stammers at the thought as you stand, slowly stepping out of your dress, letting it drape off of your figure. Taehyung looks absolutely gobsmacked, pupils dark as he gazes at you, eyes unabashedly raking your body. He’s shameless. 
You both are. 
Slowly, you step towards him, fingers reaching out towards his shirt, carefully undoing the buttons as you gaze at each other, expressions unreadable. 
"Tae?” You ask innocently, blinking up at him. “Fuck me?" 
Your polite request makes Taehyung chuckle. 
"Please?" You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes blinking up at him adoringly for good measure. You reach the last button, let his dress shirt drape open. He brushes it off himself, stands there for a few seconds just to let the way you’re ogling his toned chest go to his head. At least he’s good-looking. 
He sighs, probably contemplating some clever rebuttal, but eventually decides against it as his cock is already twitching back to life.
"Alright, love. Turn around. On your knees for me," He orders, making your stomach flip.
To your surprise, you are hardly in place when the warmth of his large hands finds the soft of your tummy, pressing you back into his chest as he pressed a peck to the back of your neck.
You squirm in his hold, whining as that same hand of his grabs hold of your breast, long digit rolling your nipple between their tips. You can’t help but press your ass back into him. His cock feels hot and heavy, pressing against the back of your thigh, making your pussy clench in anticipation. 
You want him.
You want him so bad that you don't know what to do with yourself, shuddering as his free hand runs along the side of your ass, leaving scorching hot trails on your skin wherever he kneads into your flesh. He's touching you everywhere – everywhere but where you need him the most, and the arousal that drips down your thigh mocks you.
"Dammit, please!" You exclaim, running out of patience.
"Please what?" He says, an eyebrow arched.
You shiver, committing the way his middle finger traced your pelvic bone to memory forever.
You puff out a frustrated breath, nearly at your wit's end. "Please fuck me, Tae."
Taehyung pauses, grip on your breast and hip tightening as he lets out a moan. You let one out yourself as you feel him readjust, cock pressing against your slick entrance.
"Fuck, you sound so pretty when you say my name," He grunts. "Okay, baby. I'll fuck you. Begging so nicely for my cock."
You let out a squeak as you're suddenly pushed down onto your hands, back arching as he pushes his fat cock inside your heavenly cunt. He's thick, so thick, that you instinctively grip the sheet underneath you, fingers curled around them tightly as if it means to hold onto your sanity.
Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, angling your hips up so that you could take more of him.
"You feel—feel so good," he admits above you, and suddenly you wish you could see him. See the way his bangs stick to his damp forehead—see the way his tongue swipes over his bottom lip wickedly.
You let that thought go, however, as he thrust into you, making your jaw fall slack and eyes flutter shut. Profanities roll off your tongue unabashedly, helpless under the way his thick member pulls out of you, only to slam back into you.
You weren't expecting this. The way he stretches you out further than anyone had before. Your pussy clenches around him, reveling in the sweet, sweet burn.
He digs into the flesh of your hips, holding you steady as you mew and cry out, pushing your hips back in time to his, trying your best to meet his movements.
"Tae... fuck, fuck, fuck—"
He was filling you to the brim. Filling you tight and deep.
God, the way he was panting behind you was music to your ears. His cock pulses every time you call out his name, voice muffled and buried as you had your head pressed into the mattress, hair messy and bouncing with every hard thrust.
"S'good! Fuck... so, ah, big..." you cry out.
You feel drunk. Intoxicated off this beautiful man and the way he makes you feel a way only he can.
You nearly let out a sob as the rough pads of Taehyung's fingertips suddenly reach around you and find your neglected clit, rolling light circles on the soft and swollen bundle of nerves skillfully.
You are a mess, whimpering and drooling into your expensive sheets, and he filled every inch of you, leaving no place undiscovered. Your high nears, stewing on low heat somewhere near the pit of your belly, waiting for a chance to erupt and wash all over you. Taehyung must be close to, you realize, as his thrusts began to slow down, slamming into you roughly as if chasing after his high.
"Gonna take this load? Huh? Gonna let me cum inside your pretty little pussy?" His voice is straining, as if trying to breathe evenly but merely moments from falling apart.
If only you could formulate an intelligent response, but instead, you are a blubbering wreck, thighs shaking as they threatened to give out underneath you. But somehow, Taehyung knew. He had you. Quicking his motions against your delicate pearl, he could tell you were close too, and he was going to make sure you got there.
Suddenly, you're crying out and convulsing, tears brimming at the ends of your eyes as you feel Taehyung empty into you, collapsing onto his hands as well.
You feel his hot breath against the back of your neck as he pants, breath growing more and more even as the two of you regain control of your bodies and minds.
Pulling out of you, he plops down beside you, and for a moment, the two of you hold each other's gazes, eyes speaking in ways words never could.
Finally, after what feels both like an eternity and just a moment, you work up the courage to say something, moving closer to him as you place a hand on his chest, cushioning your chin as you rested on top of it.  
"Psst," you beckon, voice hushed.
"Yeah?" His voice is husky and tired.
"I’m grateful, too."
"Huh?"
"I’m grateful for us, too."
Taehyung's gaze is soft, and it lingers on you for a second before the sides of his mouth curl up tenderly. He grins down at you, eyes drifting shut. You feel him squeeze you closer, pressing you against his skin. And then, you hear his breathing steady, see his lips part slightly. 
You lean into his chest, eyelids fluttering. “Thank you, Tae.”
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Not unlike the many other mornings you have awoken in this bed, when you open your eyes as the morning sunlight streams through the windows, Taehyung is nowhere to be found. The sheets on his side of the bed are flipped aside, revealing that soft outline of his body from the night before left imprinted into the sheets, a dip in the mattress where he slept. You had fallen asleep all wrapped up in each other, tangled up like vines, but must have separated sometime during the night. Distantly, you register Taehyung’s voice outside, notice his phone missing from his bedside table. He must be on an early morning call. 
You check your phone for the time. Ten o’clock. 
A late morning call, then. 
Still basking in the afterglow of the night prior, you slowly inch your way out of bed, shivering as you pull the covers off you and scoot your legs around so they hang over the edge of the bed. You rub at your eyes until you faintly remember you did not take your makeup off last night, and when your hand comes away covered with black streaks and flecks of mascara, you wince to yourself. There goes five hundred dollars worth of a skincare routine. 
After washing yourself up and applying as many serums as you can to your skin, you wrap yourself up in one of his button-up shirts, the torso so wide that it drapes over you. The tips of your fingers peek out from the ends of the sleeves, and you cross your arms lightly over your chest as you make your way to the door, ready to entice your husband back to bed for round two. What? It’s Saturday. 
You peer around the door to find Taehyung standing a few feet away, facing away from you. He’s shirtless, and as his wife you have absolutely no problems ogling him, the toned curves of his back, the muscles in his arms. He’s always been a looker. You just finally have an excuse to look for yourself. 
You approach him quietly, not wanting to interrupt nor broadcast your sex life to anybody on the other side who may be listening. Already, the idea of crawling back in bed together sends goosebumps along your skin, makes you giddy with anticipation. You’re just about to tap him on the shoulder, lips curled upwards in suggestion, when he says—
“And my inheritance? That’s secured now, right? Because I said I would pretend to be in love with her in public—?”
And it is as if Medusa herself appeared in this room, turning you to stone as your heart thuds to the floor, a hollow, empty noise. 
You don’t hear the rest of Taehyung’s conversation. You don’t even hear the sound of your own heartbeat. This terrible, aching sound rings in your ears, silencing everything in its wake, drowning out even the sighs of your own breath. It is as if you have been frozen solid. As if you have been shot in the stomach. You stand there, feeling absolutely nothing, and all you can do is brace yourself for what is to come. Taehyung’s words were the knife but his next actions will be its removal, leaving in its wake an irreparable wound. 
He turns around, casual and cool, voice still hushed. As if you were still asleep. As if you hadn’t heard anything at all. But when he twists his body and sees you standing there, staring back up at him, lips parted in shock. 
“I’ll call you back,” he tells whoever was on the other side of the line, looking more panicked by the second. He opens his mouth so he can explain himself, but you don’t need him to. You’ve heard everything already. 
“I should have known,” you say, feeling angry and betrayed and sad all at once. “I should have known it was all an act.”
“Y/N, wait, let me explain—”
“What is there to tell me, Taehyung? What are you going to say? That you didn’t mean it? That you thought I wouldn’t find out? That last night was just a one-off?” You demand. The heat from your veins hasn’t left. Still, it simmers through your blood, burning you up from the inside out. “That you didn’t want to lie to me?”
“It’s not like that and you know it,” Taehyung says defensively, brows furrowed. “Just give me a chance to explain myself.”
“Explain yourself? How you pretended, every day and every night, just so you could get some more money in your bank account? So you could make sure you would get your father’s business when he died?”
Taehyung bites back easily. “Don’t act like you weren’t also faking it at some point. I know you were almost removed from your grandmother’s will.”
Your tongue is bitter at the mention of your grandmother. As if Taehyung ever even knew her. “My grandmother has nothing to do with this.”
“Really?” Taehyung challenges. “So you wanting to stay in her will was just a little bonus, right?”
“Don’t,” you say sharply. “It’s different.”
“Different how?” Taehyung spits. “Because right now, to me, it looks pretty similar to what I’ve done.”
“My grandmother died months ago,” you remind him. Her will is no longer the question. It has been written, settled, and executed. There was no reason for you to continue playing along once she took her last breath. No reason—unless you wanted to. “Meanwhile you’ve been keeping your inheritance a secret from me this entire time.”
“We made a deal,” Taehyung says. “A deal that said we would both act happy and pretend to be in love because we both had things we needed to worry about. Family things. Money things. You were a part of this, just like I was. You pretended, too.”
“Well, maybe I stopped pretending!” 
You can’t take it anymore. All this anger, all this emptiness, it’s been bubbling up inside you ever since you heard those first words come out of his mouth. It spills out of you all at once, an eruption from your lips, your heart’s doors bursting open. You have held his hand tightly in your own. You have pressed your lips to his. You have laid yourself bare in front of him. What is there left to protect? What part of you has not already been stained by him, by his touch, by the feeling of his fingers against your skin?
The hallway is silent, but you can hear your cry echo down the corridor. Hear the way it bounces along the walls before fading away. 
“Maybe I stopped pretending,” you repeat, softer this time. You blink and already can feel the streaks along your skin, the tears falling from your eyes. “Did you ever think about that?”
“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Taehyung looks like he’s in disbelief. Like he cannot believe the words you are saying to him. 
Well, that makes two of you. 
“Can’t you see, Tae? Can’t you tell?” You ask, the nickname falling from your lips before you can even help it. You must remind yourself to change that, later. “I’m in love with you.”
They are words you have never said to someone before. Not even your old boyfriends. Words that you always knew you would reserve for someone special. Someone who would touch your heart and make it their own, someone who would leave imprints of their fingers against your chest. Someone who would brighten you up from the inside out, leave you bursting with light. 
Ironic, that Taehyung has become that someone. When he is the one person you never thought could. 
When he has proven, time and time again, that you two just cannot mix. Oil and water. Pastel and acrylic. Satin and silk. 
“You don’t have to say anything,” you spit out quickly, before Taehyung has a chance to respond. “I know it doesn’t matter to you.”
“Y/N, yes it does,” Taehyung begins, desperate and pleading. “I know you heard what I said, but I swear, it stopped being an act for me, too. Things are different now, just like you said.”
“Don’t. Please.” You pull away as he reaches out towards you. Faintly, you remember that it is his shirt you are wearing. Remember that no matter what you do, he will always surround you. “Please, Tae.” You have nothing left. You can’t bear to look at him, but where else will you go? You cannot believe the things he’s said, the things he’s done, but where else would you go?
“I love you, too,” Taehyung says, and a part of you wants so badly to believe him. 
A part of you wants so badly to ingrain those words into your head, carve them into your heart, let him wrap his arms around you and promise that everything will be alright. But things are different now. Just like you said. You and Taehyung are not the same people you were six months ago. Or six weeks ago. Or even six minutes ago. You are helpless and he has proven that he does not care. 
“I have to go,” you say, looking away. You don’t think you could handle turning back to him again. “Please, Tae.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, and he reaches out once more but you are not there to meet him halfway. Were you ever?
“I know,” you whisper back.
You duck into your bedroom and pack a suitcase of everything you need. Being here is suffocating. Being with him is like setting yourself alight. 
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Victoria has no questions when you show up at her door later that day, suitcase by your side and this ridiculous bottle of Merlot in your hands. You had picked it up on the way over. You sort of figured you might need it. 
“You don’t wanna talk about it, do you?” Victoria asks. 
“Tell me about your streaming service,” you hiccup in response.
Victoria is happy to oblige. She even tells you that she still hasn’t picked a CFO, and that the position would be open for you if you ever wished to take it. 
Funnily enough, what will become of you once your father retires and passes along the company is the furthest away from your thoughts. 
You remember being so worried about that. Being so worried that, once they married you off like every good daughter should be, you would be absorbed into your husband’s life, cut out of your family’s. Your father would choose a cousin, an uncle, or even a friend to take after the business, bestowing upon you a thoughtful inheritance but nothing more than that. All of those years of schooling, finance in college, your MBA soon after, would be wasted, just so you could hang on the arm of your husband for the rest of your life. 
It’s thoughtful of Victoria to think of you for the position. She knows just as well as anyone else that you would be an excellent fit. And if things were just a little bit different, you would be jumping at the offer. 
But your future career plans are on the backburner, along with the rest of your life. 
All you can really do, right now, at this very moment, is wait for things to change. As they always do. 
“Don’t you have an event tonight?” Victoria asks about three days into your stay. She’s given you her favorite (her words, not yours) guest bedroom and an enormous closet to match, despite you only coming over with a carry-on’s worth of clothes. 
You scoff to yourself. “Like I’d want to go to anything with him.”
“Have you even called your parents?” 
“No,” you say, not even caring about the repercussions. There’s no doubt in your mind that they’ll be ringing you soon. And when they do, maybe then you’ll finally work up the courage to tell them what really happened. Tell them that you can’t go back there. Not yet, at least. 
“I’m sorry that this happened to you,” Victoria says as she hands you a bowl of vegetable soup, homemade from a couple of days ago. You nod to yourself, sniffling as you curl into the couch cushions and wish they would absorb you whole. 
There’s no need to ask her what she means by ‘this’. Everything. From your engagement to the marriage, from those tabloids to the deal, from your grandmother’s death to now. It has all been unfair. Life is unfair. And while you’ve always known that, it has been particularly cruel to you as of late. 
Still, when you wake up sometimes, you can still feel him tracing over your skin. Feel his lips hovering over yours, breath fanning out over your cheeks. You turn over and expect to see him lying there, on the right side of the bed, sheets mussed as they cover his figure. You wake up and for a brief moment, for that split, split second, there is peace. And happiness. And love. 
And then there is nothing. 
“Yeah,” you sigh. “Me, too.”
Maybe he really does love you. Maybe things really did change. But you have always been a pragmatic person, always let your head guide you rather than your heart. The secret’s out. Taehyung had an inheritance he needed to secure. You were his path to doing so. Those things haven’t changed. No matter if his feelings did. 
“Hey, look at this,” Victoria says, brows furrowed as she holds out her phone in front of you, revealing a livestreamed interview from the event tonight. 
You peer over. 
It’s Taehyung. 
Of course it’s Taehyung. Who else would she be showing you?
He stands in a clean-cut gray coat, draping over his figure, black dress shirt and slacks underneath, belt wrapped neatly around his hips. He holds his hand up in a wave and smiles politely to the cameras, to the reporters, letting the flashes wash over him like waves in the ocean. 
“Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim!” Someone calls. “Where’s your wife?”
Oh, God.
Taehyung grimaces a little, pursing his lips. “My wife won’t be joining me tonight.”
“Can you tell us why?” They shout. 
“Sorry, no more questions. Thank you for asking though. She’s well,” he says, quickly ushering himself along, entering the venue so no more reporters can bombard him. When he disappears, the livestream immediately moves on to the next guest, but you hardly pay them any attention. 
“Huh,” Victoria says aloud. 
Indeed. Taehyung’s response strikes you as rather odd. Why would he tell the public that? Why not make up a lie, say you’re sick, or you’re overseas, or you’re just late? Why simply tell them that you won’t be there? Surely, Taehyung is just as aware of the consequences of arriving at an event without you as you are. There’s no doubt that his parents will be in contact with him soon, too. No doubt that this will leave a stain on his family. His image. It might even threaten his inheritance after all.
So why not lie?
You frown to yourself, nose scrunching up in confusion. You don’t like where this train of thought leads.
“You okay?” Victoria asks when she sees the bewildered expression on your face.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you say. Just completely befuddled. It escapes you, why Taehyung wouldn’t just make up some sort of excuse as to reasoning behind your absence. Why he would even show up at the event at all. Certainly, going to the event without you is worse than not going at all. It prompts questions. It spreads rumors. 
Later that night, you get a call from your parents, demanding to know why you weren’t there with him. You say you got sick. You plead with them not to question anything. 
You wonder what happens next. You and Taehyung still have two more events this week. A dinner and a ball. What will you do then?
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Taehyung goes solo for the dinner. You suppose you could have predicted that, considering his apparent willingness to arrive alone for the first event, too. He hasn’t made any efforts to contact you and for once, you’re glad for his silence. Not that you even know what he would say to you, anyway, but at least he isn’t begging you to come back to him. 
The sad truth is that if he did, if he got down on his knees right in front of you and willed you to come back home, you probably would. He has always been impossible to resist. Even when you first met him, when he sauntered up towards you and told you he was your dream come true. You didn’t know it then. But he was. He was everything you would ever want. 
Why would he lie? 
Why would he do that?
You can’t wrap your head around it. What is he getting out of it by telling the truth? By admitting to the paparazzi, to the reporters and the cameramen, that you won’t be there with him. That you will not be joining him. Nothing, certainly. His parents must be furious. His inheritance may be on the rocks. His image might tank. 
So then, why do it at all?
Could it… could it be?
Is it true?
You have loved Taehyung for a long time. Longer than you probably even care to admit. You have always held your head high at events, spoken loudly and without fear, but being with him made you feel safe. Secure. You would hold his hand and know, know that he was holding yours, too. It grounded you. It soothed your worries. 
Does he really love you back?
Taehyung smiles politely and laughs when he needs to at these events, but he doesn’t look the same. Even through the screen you can see those bags under his eyes, that spark that has faded. You hardly recognize him. He looks so lonely, without someone by his side. So distant. 
When you know the dinner has ended, you almost pick up the phone and call him. 
Almost. 
Instead, when the ball rolls around, you ask Victoria if she’s got a spare dress she can lend you.
 Kim Taehyung, for someone you have seen covered in paint splotches, wearing old college hoodies, and fresh out of a restless night’s sleep, cleans up pretty well. For a married man, at least. 
You wonder what the past few days must have been like for him. If they have been as empty as your own. Wonder what it was like, riding alone in a big black van to this hotel ballroom, no one to tease, no one to laugh with, no one to hold. No one to poke him awake if he accidentally fell asleep. No one to make sure he’s okay. 
Taehyung stands right outside of the entrance, waving politely to all of the paparazzi, smiling as the cameras flash, giving them the time of day for a moment before he heads inside and muscles his way through another event without you. 
Or so he thinks. 
You spot him just as he opens his mouth, ready to repeat those same lines all over again.
My wife won’t be joining me tonight. She’s well, though.
And maybe it’s just because you haven’t seen him in nearly a week. Maybe it’s just because he is about to lie to those reporters once more, ready to face whatever consequences come his way. 
Or maybe it’s just because you miss him. Miss him terribly, have been missing him terribly. Being away from him was necessary, but that didn’t make it any less unbearable. Not getting to hold his hand, see his smile, meet his eyes. You and Taehyung may not have always liked each other, but you saw him every day regardless. He became a constant in your life. Not an if, but a when. If everything went to shit, you always knew he would still be there. 
And there he is. 
“Wait! Taehyung!”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as he hears your voice, gaze darting around wildly, mouth parted in surprise. He looks around desperately, scanning the crowd, meeting the eyes of every single person in front of him until he finally looks to the left, sees you rushing up towards him, hiking up the skirt of your dress as your heels tap against the sidewalk. 
And when he spots you, sees you running up to him, his body relaxes, a weight lifted from his shoulders as he beams back at you, relieved and thankful and filled with joy, all at once. And you know, then. 
You know that everything will be okay. 
“Sorry I’m late,” you say sheepishly, cheeks burning as he looks at you, takes in every inch of you, breathes you in and lets you fill him up. 
Taehyung doesn’t respond. You reach out to hold his hand but he grabs your wrist and pulls you in, presses you against his body as he presses his hands against your cheeks, palms burning as they meet your skin, and he kisses you. In front of all these people, he kisses you. 
And goddamnit, you will kiss him back. 
It feels like lightning, like a thunderstorm, like the waves of the ocean are crashing against your heart. It feels like fire, like flames are licking at your veins, sending sparks through your blood. It feels like home. 
You and Taehyung ignore the shouts of reporters, the flashes of cameras, the honks of the cars on the other side of the road. When you part, he presses his forehead against yours and lets the tip of your nose meet his. And you smile. 
“Don’t be alone any longer, Mr. Kim,” you whisper, loud enough so only he can hear. 
“When I’m with you, I never am, Mrs. Kim,” he murmurs back. 
You wonder what those tabloids will be saying about you tomorrow. 
The rest of the night finds the two of you pretty much inseparable. You wrap yourself around his arm and for the first time in a long time, he presses his hand against the small of your back, keeping you close. Like he’d ever lose you again. 
One of your least favorite parts about attending balls used to be the dancing. As a young and eligible bachelorette, you would always have to lock hands with another, let him awkwardly guide you along to the music as you made the worst small talk imaginable, forcing laughter and smiles whenever he said something he thought was particularly funny. 
But, like so many others, things have changed. Things are different now. 
The waltz comes on and you and Taehyung are the first to reach the center of the ballroom floor, letting him rest his hand on your waist as you press yours on top of his shoulder. Let him twirl you around the room as the orchestra plays in the background, a soft, sweet, light little melody that carries you along. 
“I missed this,” you say softly. 
“I missed us,” Taehyung corrects. He pauses for a moment, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry for not telling you about my inheritance.”
“I’m sorry for storming out. I should have listened to you.” you respond easily. You both have plenty to apologize for. But night is darkest right before dawn. 
“I should have said something,” Taehyung says with a shake of his head. “But I was just so—so worried that something would go wrong. And I didn’t know how to explain how I felt about you. I acted in the beginning, too, but then things changed.”
“They always do,” you muse with a grin. 
“I couldn’t believe I had you,” Taehyung admits. “I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous. And funny. And true.”
“Go on,” you tease, even though you do nothing to hide the smile inching its way across your face, the heating of your cheeks, the simmering of your skin. 
“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I just—I felt something for you I couldn’t explain. I still can’t.”
You don’t have to prod any further. You know. Deep within your heart, you know. There is love blossoming in his to match the garden that has bloomed in your own. The flowers that have sprouted in the ashes. He has them, too. And when those petals open and the light streams in, he will know. He will know, too. 
“You make me crazy,” you tell him, whispering gently into his skin. “But I’m a better person when I’m with you. I know I am.”
“I meant what I said, that night,” Taehyung says. Makes you wonder which night he’s actually talking about. “That I’m happy that things have changed. That things happened the way they did. I’m grateful for us.”
“I am, too,” you say. And you are. 
You rest your head against his chest as you dance together, swaying back and forth to the beat of the drums, to the strums of the violins, all wrapped up together like ivy, like vines. Those, too, sit in that garden of yours. Keep you tethered to his side, keep him close to yours. He holds you in his arms and he smiles, because he knows, too. Knows that that garden in your heart will soon have a matching one in his. A mirror image of who you are. Who you’ve become. 
Things change. They always will. But so long as he is by your side, and so long as you are by his, you know. Everything will be okay. 
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It's different, this time, when Taehyung presses you into the mattress. 
There is no rush. Because now you know for certain that all the time in the world is yours. He is yours forever. You are his.
The two of you are a mixture of tangled limbs and shared breaths, the feverish, irrepressible need to give yourself to each other nearly tangible. He breaks the kiss suddenly, and you’re about to break out in protest. That is, until you see him unbuttoning his shirt.
Inspired, you wiggle out of your own clothes, eyes locked on Taehyung's soft torso and the idea that you had married such a beautiful man, inside and out.
Looking back, you wonder if that was always inevitable. If you and Taehyung falling into each other had been written in the stars from day one, sealed as your fate from the moment he came up to you at that ball when you were teenagers. He was going to be a part of your life no matter what. Whether or not you ended up marrying him. But having him like this?
It makes it all worth it.
"Do you like what you see?" That old cocky smirk of his makes an appearance.
You raise a brow, choosing to omit a response as you unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest.
Taehyung swallows.
"Do you?" You tease.
His response comes in the form of bites down your necks and licks down your chest, stealing your breath from you. 
Your clothes are somewhere dispelled beside your passionate bodies, growing cold beside the way your two hot bodies warmed one another.
"You are so beautiful," Taehyung praises, fingers coming up to cup your breast, bringing it up to his mouth.
You mewl, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as his tongue toys with your pert bud, teeth grazing it ever so often just to hear the broken gasp that'd always follow. 
"And so sensitive too," he giggles, making you pout. His hands are gentle as if every touch means something. As if you mean something—no, everything—to him. And the most wonderful part is that he means everything to you, too. 
"Shut up." You roll your eyes playfully, gasping as his palm comes down the side of your thigh suddenly in warning. You bite down your swollen bottom lip at the gush of arousal that dampened your underwear in response.
"Watch your tone, love. Of both our positions, you are in the most compromising one." He reminds you. It isn't a threat, and while usually, that kind of tone would thrill you, you couldn't help but want his mouth back on yours already.
"You talk too much." You flop back onto the bed with a sigh. Taehyung watches with interest as your pretty tits bounce in consequence. Extending your hands out towards him, you give him a pouty look. "Just wanna kiss you."
"Is that all I am to you? Just a pair of lips for you to mack on? I've got news for you, sweetheart, there's a brain behind these ravishing good looks." He scoffs in feigned offense, sitting back on his heels.
You giggle.
It seems as though even during the most intimate of moments, Taehyung still found a way to be, well, Taehyung. At least that hasn’t changed. 
"Whatever, pretty boy. Why don't you come over here and put that mouth of yours to good use?" You purr, making his eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Oh? I don't remember you being this assertive when I was pounding you into the mattress last time."
“What, I can’t have a little fun as well?” You tease, grinning as you look up at him, raking your eyes over his figure. 
"Wanna have fun, love?," He murmurs into your ears, hands gripping either of your plush thighs. "Then spread those pretty legs for me, and I'll show you exactly how much fun you can have."
God, you love this man.
You oblige eagerly, breath quickening as he helped you press your knees by your chest, leaving the wet patch in your underwear on full display. 
"My pretty little wife." He sighs dreamily, making heat rush to your core.
Taehyung's cock stood loud and proud, a hot reminder of where the night would eventually lead to. Seriously, how did you get so lucky? You must've been a saint in a previous life, you decide right then. Or at least, the stars have chosen to be rather kind to you in this one.
"Gonna take these off," he mutters, mostly to himself, tugging the ruined fabric over your ass and down your legs, with your help, of course.
Despite your usual display of confidence, lying beneath your husband, spread out like this, has you feeling vulnerable and slightly insecure. But that insecurity vanishes, however, as he lets out a soft moan, fingers moving to spread your glossed lips apart.
"So fucking pretty, baby. Gonna make you feel so fucking good," he groans, leaning down to press his face near your most intimate part.
Pressing a tentatively lick against, his eyes flicker up to yourself, curious to see if you’re okay with him proceeding. And, well, it’s not like you’re going to say no, are you?
Embarrassingly, you rut against him, making him laugh as you drown in your own mortification.
"Need it that bad, huh?" He coos.
"Yes, please."
The rest of your plea is lost in a moan as Taehyung finds your clit, wrapping his pink lips around the sensitive muscle and giving it a generous suck. Your hands are in his hair before you can think to stop yourself, tugging at his scalp deliciously as his mouth makes its way with you.
Thank goodness for this apartment belonging to just the two of you as the noises that tumbled from your lips surely would've left a roommate blushing.
You're panting, begging for more even though you aren't sure how you'd even handle more. It comes as a delight and slight surprise as fingers suddenly slip inside, wasting no time to rub against your velvety smooth walls, curling themselves inside you.
"Fuck, Tae!" you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.
It was pure reflex. Up until now, you had been watching Taehyung intently, completely consumed by the way his mouth moves against you. How his tongue flicks against your needy clit cruelly. It just felt too fucking good.
You're so wet, positively dripping down his chin as he runs his hot muscle up and down the length of your pussy, devouring you like he hadn't eaten in months, and you were his first meal.
Taehyung’s nothing short of addicting, completely and utterly intoxicating, and you slip further and further to your demise with every lick he takes, every press of his tongue against your clit.
He has a hand pressed against the lower half of your torso, feeling the way you jerk and squirm as he makes a mess of you. You’re close and you know it, too, if not by the way you’re calling his name over and over again, then by the way your thighs tremble, hardly even strong enough to stay up.
"Let go for me, love. I've got you." He sounds so sweet, so angelic, despite how filthy what he was doing to you was.
His words are the push you need, and, like a rubber band that has been stretched past its limit, you finally snap, back arching off the bed as you come with a cry. White fills your vision, and your mind goes blank, only sounds of blissful static filling your ears.
His fingers hold up your quivering legs, mouth pressing kisses onto your pussy encouragingly until you simply can't bear it any longer, pushing his mouth away as you stutter out words of sensitivity and overstimulation.
“I’m going to have to request more of that throughout this marriage.” You manage to say once your vision and breath come back to you.
Grabbing one of your hands, Taehyung brings it to his mouth.
“All you need do is ask,” he replies, making you laugh as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand, always a gentleman
Not long after, you find yourself pressed against Taehyung, tongue running against his as he presses his hips into yours. He isn’t coy about his want for you, rolling his cock against your already sensitive center. Warm precum leaks onto your lower abdomen, and suddenly, all you can think about is having him inside you again.
“Taehyung?”
You don’t even need to ask. Hitching your leg around his thigh, he knows exactly what you’re seeking, lining up his leaking cock with your swollen entrance.
Pressing into you, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning out as your warmth envelopes him. You moan out so prettily for him, feeling tight and full with your first orgasm only minutes ago.
“You okay?” he hums, kissing your cheek.
You nod, ears warm at the intimacy of the moment. In many ways, this is nothing like your first time together. You are face to face, eye to eye, heart to heart. Between your bodies could be found more than just desire, but commitment. Devotion. Love. 
“I love you, Tae.” You gush, sighing out as he begins to rock into you.
He falters slightly at your confession but recovers quickly, intertwining his hand with yours and pressing it by your head.
Faintly, you realize. 
That was the first time you had ever told him that.
You look up at him, expecting some wide eyes or even a bit of a nervous tilt to his lips, but all you are met with is a glow. He beams down at you, and your heart swells. 
“I love you, too, Y/N,” he whispers, but you hear the words in your ears loud and clear.
Soft noises fill the room as the two of you become one—hearts synchronizing with one another in silent promise.
It was a promise unlike the one you had made to each other that day at the altar, for this one was real. This one was true.
You shutter with every thrust of his hips, your abused clit finding itself in the crossfire of Taehyung’s passionate motions.
Whimpering, you cling to him, overwhelmed and emotional, like your heart was about to burst. Taehyung lights a fire in you, sends lightning straight through your core. Every word, every smile, every kiss, every touch, they send shivers down your spine, tingles throughout your skin. It’s like you’re falling in love with him all over whenever you see him, whenever his deep brown eyes meet your own.
You remember being so afraid of love that you broke up with all your old boyfriends because of it. Because you couldn’t commit, because you were worried about your career, because they just didn’t give you that spark. But lying here pressed against him, against your husband, you aren’t afraid. Wrapped up around him, tangled up in him, you know. 
Between messy kisses and words of adoration, you find yourself growing closer and closer to your release. Brows furrowed and neck flushed, you come with a soft whimper of his name, coaxing his own orgasm out of him. He lets go inside you, painting you with his seed in a way that pleases you to no end.
Hand still in yours, he gives it a squeeze, pressing a kiss onto your damp chest, right over where your heart beats for him.
“I love you,” Taehyung says again when you meet his eyes, firmer this time, louder. Like he’s worried you didn’t believe him the first time. 
“I know,” you say with a giggle, the words going straight to your head—and your heart. 
Taehyung scowls. “What, no ‘I love you’ back? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“Well, only because you want one so badly,” you tease, pressing a quick kiss to his round button nose. “I love you, too, Tae. Always will.”
“I think I knew, then,” Taehyung says with a fond sigh, nostalgia overcoming his expression. “That first time we met. I knew you would be mine, one day.”
“You got lucky,” you scoff slightly. “But I’m glad things happened the way they did.”
“You’re my dream come true, Y/N,” he says. 
“And you are mine,” you murmur.
As the two of you drift off, all twisted up in each other, so mixed up you can’t figure out where you end and he begins, you think back to that night. That ball. 
“Who are you?” You ask, nose scrunched up in distaste. Before you stood a boy you had never met before, wearing shoes that were too big for him and a suit that was a touch too small. 
He grins at you, running a hand through his perfectly-styled hair fringe swiped neatly over his forehead, and he says, “your dream come true.”
And so it was. 
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Jungkook: Precious 5
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Don't ever get to close to a dragon's cave, for it will protect its riches and precious metals with ever means it deems necessary. And don't ever dare to steal from a dragon either- for its rage can burn down entire worlds.
Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, Forest Fairy!Reader, stereotyping, fairytale kind of setting, mentions of blood, injuries, strangers to lovers, kookers defends his home and treasure aka you, mentions of death, smut, Soft Dom!Jungkook, size kink, possessive kook, strength kink, body worshipping, unprotected sex because a) this is a fairytale basically and b) he doesn't even cum inside lol, he bites her a lil and grabs her neck like once, more TBA as the story continues.
Connected works can be found via #Precious
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Jungkook can't let you court him like that, without returning the gesture.
He's constantly returning from his daily trips with gifts and little trinkets for you, from little gems and pretty flowers, to actual treasures and very impressive deer antlers once or twice. He'd stopped stealing things after you'd found out and scolded him for it- a pretty comical picture, the tiny fairy raising her finger at the giant dragon inside his own cave.
But that was not all of it.
You've also realized how his behavior had started to change- needing you close at night while he rests, initiating physical contact at every chance possible no matter how small, and nesting.
Jungkook was nesting a lot lately.
It seems like he can't make up his mind where he wants to have your shared resting place, what he wants it to look like, what he wants included and what he wants out- he's fussing over it almost every single night. Moving it onto the pile of his treasures was both dangerous and uncomfortable. The north side of the cave was too cold as the wind blew in more, while the other side was too uneven to create a good nest.
He's currently throwing a thick cloth over hay he's brought in this morning, making sure to do it all as neatly as possible before he places another blanket over it. You're watching from the sidelines- having already learned that he gets nervous if you try to help. He's not good at telling you no- but for his kind, a nest is something very important, as it's the place you're not only asleep- but where you also bond and raise young.
You haven't thought about it much yet- but recently, especially after you've come to learn that he does actively bond with you already via cuddling and kissing, you've started to really think about well.. other things.
Hes very attractive, after all.
"Precious, come here." He calls out suddenly- the nickname having become a habit of his recently. He has a boyish smile on his face- excitedly pointing towards the new nest he'd made this time. You fly over, letting yourself down on the mass of hey and pillows and blankets- hands going over the soft fabrics before he climbs in as well. "Do you like it?" He asks eagerly, crawling towards you as you nod- face red. "..are you flustered, precious?" He teases, moving closer until he's full on above you.
Your heart beats a bit quicker as he leans down, placing a soft kiss against your lips like he's done many times before by now- but it's different now. It feels different. His intentions are different.
He's always been holding back a bit. Never taking off his robes even during sleep, never holding you too tightly. But it seems like now, he can definitely sense your sensual attraction to him, as he leans down to brush his lips over your neck, before one of his hands reaches up, fingers wrapping around your throat. You're still calm- he'd never hurt you, after all. He maneuvers you around a little, onto your stomach before he brushes away your hair from the back of your neck, before you can feel his breath in your skin. You can't help your bodies reaction to his obvious display of strength over you; thighs shamelessly rubbing against one another underneath him.
His bite isn't meant to hurt. It's meant to claim, to bond, to love- as he holds your throat upwards, gently, keeping you close to him so you can't escape.
As if you'd ever.
His other hand wraps around your lower body, pushing you up onto your knees, pressed against him, making you feel his evident arousal of the entire situation. "I adore you so much, precious." He hums out hand moving from your throat to your chest- his head dipping down to kiss his mark, low growl in his throat sounding awfully much like his dragon form sometimes when you rest together. Hes happy; obviously so, to have you in his nest, in his cave, to have you so close in the first place.
"Can I claim you?" He asks, stopping his movements and antics for a moment, looking at any hint of you being uncomfortable with the situation. But you're not, clearly so, pushing yourself against him even as if to get closer.
"Please." You whimper, and he growls at that, starting to shed his robes for the first time. There's patches of scales on his shoulders and arms, the same shining scales his second form holds, and you can't help but admire them. "I want to look at you.." you request softly, and he cant say no to you, ever. He lets you lay on your back, hands reaching out to run over his scales and skin, making him shiver. "You're so pretty." You say, making him chuckle lowly.
"Hm, maybe." He hums out. "But you're prettier." He mumbles against your skin as his hands start to carefully undress you. He'd loved the sight of you in his nest before already; but he knows now, he loves the sight of you bare and squirming in It the most.
He runs his fingers carefully over your wings for a moment, enjoying the warmth and sight of them for a second before he decides to give in. You can't help but worry already; will he even fit?
But he's gentle as always, hand between your legs making sure you're comfortable and relaxed before he even thinks about entering you. It's a sight to see really; the way he watches his cock slip right in, your warm walls welcoming him as if he's finally coming home from a long journey. He knows it's you for him, he knows you're his mate, his lover and partner for life. You have to be-
After all, Dragons die without their mate.
But he doesn't think about the downsides of his bonding with you, as he moves himself, hips steady in their rhythm while he listens to your whines and whimpers underneath him. His hands make sure no spot of your body feels neglected- tongue and lips attacking your chest with eager love.
You feel like a queen under his gaze.
And that's exactly what he wants you to feel, as he snaps his hips into you, making sure you know how serious he is in loving you. And as you come undone under his antics, he carefully removes himself, his warm length rubbing against your tummy, arms holding you close as he cums, teeth biting down on the crook of your neck, marking yet another part of you.
He doesn't care about his sticky release covering you both. If anything, he welcomes how it'll cover you in his scent, a clear sign of his heart belonging to you, and yours belonging to him.
His most precious treasure of them all.
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