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The Truth Untold || Kth

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAEHYUNGIE!! 💜

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff (tons of it), light smut , Enemies to lovers! AU, Roommate! AU

Word count: 20k (ITS LONGGGGGG!)

Summary:

When your roommate Min Yoongi decides to move, leaving you alone with Kim Taehyung you don’t know how you will survive. Kim Taehyung is a grade A-fuckboy with zero manners. He play’s games at god-awful hous in the morning, watches porn like no one’s business, makes sex jokes-- in short he’s everything you despise. But one night he asks you to dance with him and that’s when everything changes

Warnings: tons of swearing, mention of sexual acts (fair warning).

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A/N: I have never written anything this long. You guys this took everything in me. It was an emotional ride, writing this short story. Please reblog, like, leave me comments because it took me a week to finish this! I have worked extremely hard on it and I would love it if you guys could give it a lot of love and appreciation!! If you read this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

When your roommate Yoongi decides to move, your world comes crashing down. At first, you think he is joking, but watching the serious expression morph into sympathy you realize he is saying the truth. As if you have been defeated by life, you fall limply on the couch while staring at the floor in a blank fashion. Yoongi tries to get your attention but fails. He crouches down in front of you with concern, hands steady on your knees.

The reason for your absolute shock is not because you are madly in love with Yoongi and his leaving has come as a bit of a heartbreak. No. The reason for your horror is pure selfishness. One might even say that Min Yoongi is your means of survival in the dorm.

Since you have known Yoongi, there is one thing about him that has always struck you. The man can mediate any situation to keep harmony and peace alive in a place. Not only is he talented at that, but he is also very good at diffusing tension in a room with his practical and mature thinking. One might wonder how these qualities help you with surviving in the dorm, and why you would even worry about his leaving to the extent that you have practically become a statue.

But when you live with someone whose god awful presence is the bane of your existence, a mediator is always needed. That someone happens to be Yoongi’s cousin and the source of all your woes and anger: Kim Taehyung

Now when Yoongi first introduced you to Taehyung, you thought you could live with him. There was no reason to dislike him. He was a music major in a prestigious university and gifted to the max. The moment you heard he was studying music, in your head you painted a picture of him which was equivalent to that of a sweet-natured boy, with his nose buried in some music text or the other, and a very kind disposition. After all, society has painted artists, poets, and musicians as true romantics, valiant at the heart, and intellectuals of great intelligence. So, you thought of Taehyung in that light as well. How different could he be from other artists and musicians devoted to their art?

You came to know the answer within a week of living with him. Taehyung played his guitar and piano at god-awful hours of the night. He drank as if he would never see alcohol in his life again and he would put hoarders to shame with his messy ways. The number of times he hit on you in the span of 60 seconds, would cause the whole of male species to question themselves. An instant dislike began to form in your mind. Whom you had thought was a good-natured boy, turned out to be the complete opposite: a grade A fuckboy and a thoroughly unbearable human being.

So, when Yoongi tells you he’s moving, meaning that he is leaving you alone to live with Taehyung, your instinctual reaction is a horrific shock. It feels like the end of your life. It feels like the end of everything because how in the world are you supposed to survive in a dorm, with a man like Taehyung without Yoongi? For as long as you can remember, Yoongi has always ensured that Taehyung can never destroy your innocence with his ways. He has always been able to calm you down in moments where you have felt like killing Kim Taehyung.

This is why you need Yoongi and this is why you are perplexed.

“You can’t though” you mutter as your eyes meet Yoongi. “You seriously cannot leave me alone with Taehyung. I will end up killing him. You know that too Yoongi. Please” you fold your hands and close your eyes. “Please do not leave me alone with him. I won’t be able to live” you whine

“You won’t kill him. He’s changed” Yoongi says, but he doesn’t believe his own words either.

“Changed?” you shot up from your seat, and scoff in disbelief. “Bullshit. For fuck's sake Yoongi, he’s watching porn right now” you point to Taehyung who is sitting on the couch, eyes glued to his computer screen.

“She’s right. I am watching porn” he doesn’t even lift his eyes from the screen as he speaks. He looks completely entranced and what you can’t understand is how Yoongi can still say he’s changed. You know he doesn’t mean those words because clearly, Taehyung will always be Taehyung and you both know it.

Yoongi lets out a sigh, bites the corner of his lips and gets up from his crouched position to glare at Taehyung. But the man is unaffected by whatever is going around him. He’s still intently watching whatever is happening on the screen and he doesn’t seem to give two fucks about either you and Yoongi.

Yoongi shakes his head before turning his attention back to you. He looks at you apologetically, lips in a thin straight line. “I am sorry honey. But I have to move. This place is too far from work and…” he trails off with a small sigh. “I am sorry”

Your head drops in defeat as you stare at the ground. Then you feel his arms around you, a gesture of apology more than anything. Hesitantly you wrap your arms around him as well, resting your cheek on his shoulder, feeling a lump rising in your throat.

“I don’t want to be alone with him” you cry and whine while kicking your feet on the ground in frustration like kids do when they beg their parents for candy or throw a tantrum.

“I promise. You will be fine. Just ignore him. Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him” he rubs your back soothingly.

“Hey!” Taehyung turns around from his perch on the couch and smiles eagerly at you. “Hey. If you’re done you should come watch this y/n. This chick is amazing. Maybe you could learn a trick or two from her and get lucky. If you know what I mean” and then he goes back to it.

“I am gonna kill him” you mutter against Yoongi’s shoulder. As soon as you say the words, you feel his hands tighten around you to hold you in place. But you yank them away and storm towards Taehyung.

Grabbing the pillow from underneath his head, you start hitting him in the face with it which causes his laptop to fall on the floor. You continue hitting him with it until he finally sits up and raises his arms against his face to protect himself.

“Turn” hit. “It” hit “Off!” hit. “You fucking perv!” you scream and when you are finally done you throw the pillow in his face and storm back to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You jump onto your bed, place a pillow in front of your face and scream into it. Once you feel the tension release from your body and your throat begins to itch, you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling while clutching the pillow. Your heart races in your chest, and your mind runs rampant with worry because you don’t really know how you will survive with Taehyung.

There is a knock on your door, and then a click of the handle.

“What” you don’t bother addressing whoever it is directly.

“He’s leaving” it’s Taehyung’s voice, and you would recognize it anywhere.

“I don’t care” you sigh and roll onto your side and away from Taehyung. Seconds later you hear the door shut, and tears begin brimming in your eyes.

. . .

The dorm feels empty with Yoongi gone, and the only sounds that remain are those of Taehyung’s unnecessarily loud video games and the moaning of the couple that lives next door to you. The more you lie there, each second furthers your anger because from your right you hear sounds of the video game and from your left all the moaning and squeaking of the bed from the apartment next door. You grab the pillow from next to you and place it on your ear, while you cover the other ear with your hand and close your eyes. You try to focus on the thoughts in your head, but you find that you are really just thinking about how to shut Taehyung up.

So, abandoning your comfortable bed, you head outside and pound on Taehyung’s door.

“Open up”

Nothing happens

“Open the fucking door” you hit the door hard with your hands and try yank at the handle a few times

A second later Taehyung opens the door, wearing nothing but his tank top and shorts and a gaming microphone fit snugly over his head. “What?” he deadpans.

“Move” you shove past him and over all the clothes laying on the floor and disconnect his game console.

“What the fuck? I was at the last level!” he runs over to you and swats your hands away from the console.

“It’s 4 am Taehyung! Go to sleep!” you glare at him.

“Why do you always have to be a bitch about everything?!” he grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall. You feel his ragged breaths on your skin as you both glare at each other. “No wonder you are boring! You don’t know how to have fun. It’s like everytime you open your mouth, your sole purpose is to suck all the energy and life out of everyone in the room” his face grows red and his nostrils flare.

“Oh yeah? Why the fuck can’t you take anything seriously? Why can’t you just be a normal human being instead of being a fucking caveman and living like a hobo?!” you yell back

A dreary silence falls as both of you just glare at each other. All you hear is the sound of his breathing and your own. Your mouth dries up from all the shouting so you run your tongue over your lower lip and bite on it. Taehyung’s gaze changes from that of anger to something else you can’t place.

“Don't do that” he bites his own lip, and then slowly releases it while his gaze rests on your lips. “Weirdly enough, I am turned on right now” his voice is at the edge of a whisper

“Go take a shower” you reply curtly and stand up. “You stink”

“Come with me then” he runs his tongue over his teeth, a small smirk quivering at the corner of his lips.

“Do you want to die?” you grit through clenched teeth and narrow your eyes at him while trying to yank your wrist from his grasp, but it’s fruitless.

“You should stop speaking. It’s not really helping me right now” he looks down at his shorts, and then back up at you with a smug smirk as if it’s something he is very proud of.

“You’re disgusting” you turn your head sideways and look at the floor instead. You feel his eyes on you, travelling the expanse of your face. Your own face starts heating up and you will for the warmth to go down because Taehyung cannot see you red-faced. It’s a matter of pride and you can’t let him win.

Moments later he starts chuckling under his breath and lets go of your wrist. “You make it so easy y/n” he shakes his head and steps back a few paces, finally giving you the room to breathe.

“Let’s see how this makes you feel” you harshly step on his foot.

He winces in pain, eyes shutting tight, lips forming a thin line and face getting red. He places the back of his hand against his mouth and exhales. “Great. Now I am actually turned on” he croaks in pain.

“Fuck off” you roll your eyes before leaving his room and leaving him stranded in pain.

Later, you hear the sound of the shower running.

. . .

Living with Taehyung has never been as unbearable before because Yoongi was there to curb him down. But now that he is without any supervision, he is completely off the rail. When you come home, from a hard day’s work what you find is a trail of clothes leading to Taehyung’s room. You are about to make yourself at home when you notice that there are undergarments on the couch, and you don’t wanna touch them. Approaching it closer, you notice that it is wet and stained white. You gag at imagining whatever must have happened on there before you came.

“Oh! Yes, Taehyung!” you hear sounds from his bedroom.

“Gross” you mutter under your breath and rub your temples because a headache begins to form behind your eyes. The sounds only seem to get louder and this time you can hear Taehyung’s voice too. You sigh heavily and then your eyes fall on the stereo remote which gives you an idea.

You grab the remote and turn the speakers on, making sure to increase the volume to the fullest. It’s loud enough to make you want to cover your ears but at least it successfully drowns out the sounds. That way you can distract yourself with something while you clean the gross couch with the leather cleaner Yoongi had bought.

Suddenly, you miss Yoongi. You haven’t called him since he left a week ago. Maybe you just feel too angry at him to even talk to him. But he is your best friend and if he was here things would be so different. Taehyung wouldn’t have dared to do whatever he is doing, and you wouldn’t have to clean up his disgusting mess.

Gathering your hair in a bun and placing your jacket on the coat rack, you bring the cleaning supplies to the living room. With gloved hands, you spray the solution all over the couch and begin cleaning it with a sponge. You hum along to the tune of the song and begin cleaning. While you are in the midst of scrubbing, the door to Taehyung’s room flings open with a loud noise. But you don’t notice because the music is too loud and it’s only when it shuts off abruptly that you look up to the source of annoyance. Coming face to face with Taehyung doesn’t deter you from ignoring him though and keep on sweeping.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he’s dressed in his robes, but his chest is visible due to his lack of bothering to be covered up properly. You tear your eyes away to look at his face and see that he is fuming.

“Why? Did I interrupt something?” you chuckle mockingly before returning back to cleaning and ignoring him again.

It’s silent as you clean, and the only sound is that of the sponge squeaking against the leather sofa. You wonder whether he has left already, but when you look through the corner of your eyes, you can see his feet, and you can sense his eyes on you, no doubt glaring daggers through your skull.

“If I knew you would get so jealous, I would have invited you” you hear the amusement in his voice and can imagine the sick grin on his face.

“Huh” you scoff. “I doubt you’re any good at it” you mock his skills in the bedroom in an attempt to rile him. You take satisfaction in knowing that you are able to silence him because he doesn’t respond immediately like he usually does. Maybe you get too engrossed in your supposed victory that you don’t realize when he’s grabbing your elbow and yanking you up from your spot on the floor.

“You don’t want to start something you can’t finish” he grips you tight by the waist, pulling you in close so that there is no trace of even an inch of space between you. He starts walking fowards, hands still resting around the small of your back. “What do you feel right now y/n?” his voice is raspy and low. “Hmm?” he hums right when you feel your back hit the wall. He is completely pressed up against you, both of his hands resting at the side of your waist.

You are so close that you can feel his chest rising and falling, and close enough to feel his heartbeat against your skin. To the third eye, it would look like your bodies were moulded together. That’s how close you are. So, you fix your gaze on his chest, as he towers of you, his breath fanning the tip of your nose, the locks on his forehead, grazing the top of your forehead and leaving a ticklish feeling. “Tell me you don’t feel anything right now”

You find yourself incapable of speaking because you can feel every part of his body pushed against yours. No one has ever been this close and it violates the concept of a personal bubble in ways unimaginable. At this point, you are sure he can feel your heartbeat too. In fact, you know he is able to feel the heat emanating off you.

“Don’t you -- Don't you have things to take care of?” you barely whisper the words and clear your throat as your eyes dart around, not daring to catch the sight of his face.

“I find this of more importance” he pauses, his grip tightening around your waist if that is even possible. “Tell me y/n. Tell me that you don’t feel anything right now. Look at me and say it” you feel him bury his nose in the side of your head. “Tell me that us, that me being this close to you doesn’t affect you” his voice sounds muffled as his nose grazes your cheek.

“It doesn’t” you whisper as your eyes close

“Look me in the eyes and say it” he states as he retracts back just enough to look at your downcast eyes.

You gulp and your breath comes out in broken blows. You can’t look him in the eyes. You know you should, and you want to. But somehow your body is betraying you and giving in to the sensations it’s feeling. Something tingles inside of you, the inside of your stomach sways with nervousness. Your heart beats uncharacteristically loud in your ears, and your breathing is utterly erratic, alternating between periods of too much breathing and then not enough. You feel a little intoxicated, unable to form coherent thoughts or keep your awareness in the present. Too wound up in the feeling of his body against yours, you forget how to be in the moment. You forget the boundary which defines your relationship and in that one moment he’s a guy and you are a girl which makes it so easy to break all the rules.

He hooks a finger underneath your chin to lift your head. “Look at me”

Unwillingly and forcibly you have to because he’s got a hold on your chin and he won't let you look away from him. His eyes aren’t playful anymore. The expression in them is not the usual lighthearted, teasing look. It’s different. “Are you going to kiss me?” you whisper the words against your control. There is a delay in processing what you have just said and it’s only when the words have left your mouth do you realize it. You don’t know what prompts it but if the sensations you feel in the moment are any indication, it was bound to happen.

Instead of hearing an answer, what you feel is a feather-light peck on your lips. It’s gone as soon as it came. You are disappointed, to say the least. But the rational part of you is pissed off. You feel defeated, ashamed and embarrassed as he pulls away. Your eyes remain closed even after it is over because you have lost the courage to look at him.

“Let go Tae” you say in affirmation of your defeat. “If you don’t wanna die, let me go. Right now” you open your eyes and feel the irritation build up in your throat because of how easily you gave into him. Somehow able to find your strength you say these words to him and hope that they can salvage your pride in some form.

“Fine” Taehyung says in a smug fashion, the tone of his voice bordering on cockiness because he knows he’s won. He loosens his grip and is very painfully slow to completely let go. His hand grazes the side of your waist as he moves back.

“If you ever touch me again, I will break your hands” you turn around, and fan your burning cheeks before storming off to your room completely red-faced and confused.

. . .

It’s the wee hours of dusk and you have finals to study for. But of course, Taehyung doesn’t understand that concept. The sound of the guitar flows through the entire apartment while you are trying to study. Had it been someone else playing you would have taken a break and appreciated the music. But since it’s Taehyung, you would rather your ears bleed and you lose the ability to hear. Of course, you shouldn’t wish it upon yourself but if you have hear one more song, you will punch him in the face.

Harshly, lifting the books off your lap and throwing them on the mattress, you storm into the living room where the sound is coming from. “Will you stop playing? I am trying to study”

Taehyung ignores you and continues strumming his guitar. You fume in anger, placing your hands on your hips and tongue inside your cheek. “I am going to break your guitar” you threaten

What it does is shift his attention from playing to you. “You’ve been studying all day” he looks at you.

“And?” you look at him in the -whats-your-point- kind of way.

“And, you should take a break” he stares at you for a second longer before focusing back on playing.

You blink profusely, unable to comprehend the sudden concern for your well being. Since when does he care what you do? You stare at him while plays, and it strikes you that he’s never looked more serious in life before. He is completely concentrated, impervious to his surroundings as his fingers delicately flow from one string to the next, knitting together bearable music, or at least some semblance of it.

“Why the fuck do you care?” you question and tap your foot impatiently on the ground.

He sighs, stops playing and then looks at you. “Because if you take a break, you won't be studying. Which means that I can play and you won't be able to complain. It’s purely selfish”

“Here I thought you were capable of expressing consideration and concern towards others”

“Towards others, yes. Towards you, no” he speaks without lifting his head.

“Asshole” you mutter under your breath

“Are you deliberately trying to get my attention?” he looks up from what he’s doing and flashes his eyebrows in question.

“Please” you roll your eyes. “You are the last person in this whole fucking planet I would want attention from”

He chuckles and shakes his head, the seemingly innocent expression soon morphing into a smug one. He raises an eyebrow and regards you with interest. “Need I remind you of that night?” he tilts his head and flashes an eyebrow

“What night?” you question in confusion, but a small inkling in the back of your mind slaps you with the memory of his lips on yours. He places his guitar aside as he looks at you.

“The night when I did this-” he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards himself and then it hits you. “Hmm?” He hums in question and once again your mind drifts to said night and the things he made you feel. “And this” his face moves closer to yours and your eyes threaten to close in response, but then you gasp and push him away.

“Your brain is stuffed in your dick. You can’t think of anything else can you?’ you scowl at him in distaste.

“That is exactly why it works so well. Junior Taehyung knows what's good” he flashes his eyebrows at you as if there couldn’t be a better response.

“Jesus fucking Christ” you put your hands on your head. “Just shut up. You are disgusting” you look at him with an agape mouth, in a state of complete and utter disbelief at the things that come out of his mouth.

“Oh come on. You have heard it all before. You know I am good. Why are you denying it?”

“I would never have sex with you. Even if you were the last man standing on this planet and the future of our species depended on it, I would rather humankind cease to exist than sleep with you” you scrunch your nose in distaste as a shudder runs through your spine.

“Really? You seemed to be very hot and bothered that night when I kissed you. In fact, you asked me to kiss you” the corner of his mouth rises cockily.

“Hot and bothered?” you scoff in disbelief but you have to keep feigning it because you know he’s right. The things he made you feel that night can never happen again. “I am going to be sick I think” you gag. “Do not try anything on me Kim Taehyung. I will make good on my threat. I will break your fucking hands if you touch me again”

“Try anything on you?” he huffs. “I have standards”

“Ha!” you chuckle. “You kissed me”

“Meh” he scrunches his nose. “It was bland anyway” he grins

To say you feel offended is an understatement. Especially, if it comes from Taehyung. “This is coming from you? I mean I seem to recall that you fuck anything that walks on two legs without consideration. Its a wonder you are still alive given the kinds of women you have done it with”

“At least I have had sex, unlike someone” he smirks satisfactorily upon hitting a nerve.

You gasp aloud. “I have had sex. A lot of it!” you are awfully quick to defend yourself.

Taehyung considers you for a moment, his eyes narrow and tongue held between his teeth. “First, only a virgin would say something like that and secondly tell me what a missionary is”

“What?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You said you have had plenty of sex, so tell me what missionary is. If you have done it you should know” he folds his arms across his chest, a smile of victory already forming on his lips.

“I am not answering that question” you glare at him. “Who knows what kinds of ideas you’ll get in your fucked up head. This conversation is done.”

“You’ve never done it”

“Fuck off Kim” you flip him and leave the apartment to get some air, away from Taehyung.

. . .

At night you lie in your bed staring at the ceiling, while the conversation with Taehyung replay’s in your head, which effectively diminishes any chances of you getting any sleep. You toss and turn, even close your eyes and hope that you fall into slumber. But you don’t. Your mind is as wide awake as it can possibly be. So you throw the covers off yourself and go the living room, where once you enter you know Taehyung is.

You have half a mind to turn back around because you don’t want to see him, but then you realize it’s just as much your place as it is. You will be damned if you let Taehyung make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not so much pride as it is the implications behind what the discomfort means in this context.

“Shove over” you deadpan as you drag your feet across the floor.

Taehyung looks up from his spot and moves over, for once listening to you without arguing. You flop down on the couch and pull over the blanket he has laying on his legs. He rolls his eyes as he looks at you before complying and sharing the blanket with you.

“Were you missing me?” he begins in his usual teasing tone.

You sigh and close your eyes. You hoped for peace but with Kim Taehyung and you, it can never be peaceful. “Yeah” you say straight-faced as you fix your gaze on the TV.

It’s silent for a couple of seconds before Taehyung speaks. “You were? I missed you too!” he says in an excessively dramatic tone which is completely unnecessary. But you get the sarcasm behind it. You feel the mattress shift beside you and then a weight on your shoulders.

You look down to find Taehyung resting his head on your shoulder. “Eww. Get off me you perv” you shrug your shoulder in an attempt to get him away from you. One would think Taehyung would move but instead, he splay’s a leg across your torso and pins you between himself and the sofa.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you look down at him and try to get out his grasp but the man is way too strong.

“Will you shut up just for once?” he adjusts his head so it’s resting in the crook of your neck.

“Have you lost your mind? Get off me. Now” you start slapping his leg which is laying across you.

“Fine! You are so fucking uptight all the time. Won't even let a man cuddle” he complains and moves back to his side of the couch and you finally feel free enough to breathe.

Shaking the thought away you school your expression into a scowl. “Are you a fucking child?”

“No. But you sure act like a 70-year-old grandma, you douche” he returns the scowl. “No wonder you are going to die alone.” he huffs and pouts, which strikes you as extremely uncharacteristic. But it’s cute, you think.

Despite yourself, you giggle at his antics. It slowly but surely progresses towards a burst of full-bellied laughter, where you have tears in your eyes and a dull ache in the stomach.

“Did you just lose a screw?” his face contorts in confusion as he looks at you.

“No. But I think you just gained a few brain cells. That was a good one. 70 year old grandma” you repeat, feeling the laughter bubble in your stomach again.

While you are laughing, you can feel his eyes on you which suddenly makes you stop as you turn your head to look at him. You find that he is smiling a little-- it’s barely noticeable, but the distance at which you are sitting you can see it. It’s very subtle and he’s got that weird look in his eyes. The kind of look that sparkles in the eyes of people in love when they look at the person they love. “What?” you question and as soon as the word leaves your mouth that small hint of something so unlike him vanishes too.

“Nothing” he looks away, and clears his throat. “You look ugly when you laugh”

“Says the guy whose whole personality is disgusting” you roll your eyes.

He seems to revel in your insults, happy to see he’s still got what it takes to push your buttons as he smiles with a shake of his head. “You know you are an anomaly”

“Wow. Good job” you pat him on the head like he is a kid. “That is a big word” you snort and he swats your hand away.

“How do you hate someone as awesome as me?” he looks so pleased and full of himself as he praises himself.

“Awesome?” you look at him in ridicule. “No, you are narcissistic, inconsiderate, selfish, incapable of emotions, with grade A fuckboy tendencies and not to mention thoroughly unbearable”

“It’s not narcissism. It’s called being confident and loving yourself” he supplies unhelpfully. “Give it a try sometime. It’ll do wonders for your grade A boring and one-dimensional personality”

You scoff in disbelief. “You’re judging my character?

“Give and take y/n. Don’t be so hypocritical” he turns to you, gives a lopsided grin before focusing his attention on the TV again.

You sit in silence, wondering why you even bother with him. “Why are you awake anyway at this time of night”

“Yuri is coming...” he looks at the watch “in 10 minutes”

“Who the fuck is Yuri?” you look at him puzzled

“A hot chick I met at the supermarket today. What can I say y/n, the ladies want me. Who am I to deny them the pleasure?” he winks

“I think I am going to be sick” you feel bile in your throat and it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You know what is going to happen and you are not interested in being present at the apartment. So you get up from the comfortable spot on the couch and head towards your room to grab your phone. “I am leaving” you address Taehyung who is still focused on the TV, and grab a jacket from the mini closet.

“That’s a shame” he shakes his head in mock disappointment. “I was going to ask you to join. Three is always better than two”

Your nose scrunches in distaste and a sigh of exasperation leaves your mouth. “Ughh….. You are unbelievable”

“Where are you going to go at this time of the night?” he questions as you put on your jacket. You thought he would ask why you were leaving but maybe he did have the sense to understand social cues.

“Is that concern I hear in your voice Mr. Kim Taehyung?” you face him, eyes narrowed in curiosity and a small quivering grin at the corner of the lip.

“Pffft. No” he shakes his head vigorously and refuses to look at you. It is an awfully eager and defensive response in your opinion “I am not concerned about you. I was just wondering how long you planned to be out” his tone changes to a casual indifference.

“Whatever. I am leaving” you sigh and leave the apartment.

You take the elevator down towards the lobby where you end up bumping into a girl, probably no older than 20.

“Oh I am sorry” she mumbles with a shy voice

“It’s okay” you step out while she steps in. As you are about to turn the corner of the hallway into the main lobby you hear her call out.

“Excuse me, would you happen to know Kim Taehyung?” she questions with a tight-lipped smile

“8th floor, apartment 809” you smile and nod at her before bidding goodbye.

“Yuri” you mumble and shake your head as you step out of the building and into the chilly night. Inhaling the crisp air, your breath frosts in front of you as you exhale. You don’t know where you are going to go or what you are going to do because it’s 11:30 at night and everything is closed.

So you decide that the safest option is to hang around in the compound of the building by the fountain. Crickets chirp somewhere in the distance and you can hear vehicles passing on the bridge nearby. You find an empty bench by the fountain and clean it before taking a seat on it. The cold of the wood immediately makes you shudder but you disregard and open your phone to scroll through Instagram. You regret not bringing your beanie because your head feels exceptionally cold causing chills through your body.You shiver slightly as the cool breeze makes contact with your face. Sniffling, you focus back on your phone, scrolling through your feed liking random pictures here and there.

You jump when your phone blares against the silence of the night. Flashing on the screen is ‘Taehyung’, which causes your brows to knit together in confusion. Why the hell would he call you?

Swiping the pad of your thumb against the screen you pick up his call. “What,” you say monotonously, making sure the disinterest and annoyance carry through.

“Uhh… sorry. I must have called you by accident” he pauses, and you can hear his breathing on the other end. “Uhhh…ummm” he begins again, his tone conveying a kind of uncertainty you have never felt from him before. “Yoongi” there is a slight pause again. “ Yeah. Yoongi-- he texted me. He was asking where you were. So… umm-- what should I tell him?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion further. “He messaged you instead of calling me directly?”

You hear him sigh heavily. “Look, I don't know about all that” he sounds annoyed.

“I am on the benches by the fountain” you give in, not wanting to annoy him further which would, in turn, piss you off if he says something out of frustration. So, just for the sake of avoiding an argument, you tell him. Although, it still doesn’t make sense as to why Yoongi would text Taehyung instead of you.

“Oh ok” and then he abruptly hangs up. Retracting the phone from your ear you look at it confusion.

“What the…” you mutter to yourself, unable to comprehend whatever just happened because isn’t he supposed to be with Yuri doing whatever they are supposed to? But then again everything involving Taehyung is always confusing anyway. So, you overlook this incident attributing it as always to Taehyung’s weirdness. You continue to scroll through your phone when your gaze falls at the top of the screen.

The clock reads 11:45 pm.

It’s only been 15 minutes which comes as a surprise because somehow it felt longer. Probably because it is cold and you really want to go back inside. But how can you? He’s in the apartment doing stuff and you have no interest in being privy to the happenings of his life. You suppose you could have stayed in the apartment and plug your ears or something, but you know you would have felt restless still because just knowing what was happening would make you uncomfortable.

“It’s not at all creepy that you are sitting here in the middle of the night” someone speaks causing you to abandon your phone and shift your attention to the owner of the unknown voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you are surprised to find none other than Taehyung approaching the bench. He’s wearing a black coat and a beanie which weirdly enough makes him look... okay. If you weren’t so adamant on hating him you would have admitted to yourself that he actually looked good-- tall, lean, and handsome.

He throws something and it falls in your lap as he takes a seat next to you. Picking up the object you realize that it is your favourite beanie. You blink rapidly as your eyes shift from the beanie and back to the man sitting next to you. You don’t even know how he knew where to find it but you don’t want to argue because for once he has done something for someone else and you don’t want to malign his considerate intentions.

“Why are you here again? Don’t you have somewhere to be right now?” you question as you put on the hat, immediately feeling a sense of relief as the cold is replaced by warmth.

“I am quick” he says in a smug fashion with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Gross” you look away and focus on your phone again.

As much as you hate him, it’s never weird just sitting in silence with him. It’s comfortable in fact because it’s the only thing you can happily share with him. Everything else always leads to an argument. In its own way that's special because being comfortable through a silence reflects the solidity of any relationship. In your case, it’s the hate you share with him.

“Don’t you ever want that?” he questions, his voice sounding awfully raspy due to the cold. Somehow to your ears, it sounds cute, but you don’t have much time to dwell on that because your eyes fall upon the couple passing by, hand in hand with sickeningly wide smiles on their faces, and fond laughter between them.

“No,” you say straight-faced as you watch them kiss each other. Suddenly you remember the night Taehyung kissed you when you asked him to. The embarrassment comes rushing back, and so does the shame. You blink and look away, focusing on your lap.

“Thinking about when I kissed you?” he nudges which draws your attention to him and you see that same smug smile on his face.

“Ew!” you face contorts in disgust as you stare at him in ridicule. “No” you shuffle away from him so that you are almost at the edge of the bench.

“Your face is completely red and something tells me it’s not because of the weather” he grins satisfactorily. “Don’t tell me that the last time you were kissed was when I kissed you” he gapes at you wide-eyed.

Your eyes drift away from him, too embarrassed at having been caught. “That wasn’t even a kiss” you try to distract him, hoping he would let it go.

“Why? You want to try again?” his eyebrows quirk upwards in question.

“No. I have had better” you inform him nonchalantly, taking satisfaction in the fact that his ego must be hit hard.

“Sure. You tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night” he’s still cocky despite it all. There really is no hope for Kim Taehyung.

“Why are you really here Taehyung?” you look at the man next to you, regarding him with curiosity. You know him enough to know that he won’t be out here without any reason. He would never, leave a girl alone in the apartment. But most of all he would never miss a chance to fuck. If he did, he wouldn’t be Kim Taehyung anymore.

“I don’t know. I am stumped myself” he chuckles with eyes closed as he rests his head against the back of the bench.

“You are a lot of things, but you are not a liar Kim Taehyung” you counter at which point he opens his eyes and turns to look at you. Upon feeling his eyes on yourself, you turn to look at him too. He just stares at you, his eyes reflecting your image. There is a solemn look in them as he considers you-- tries his best to memorize your face as it looks in the moment: red nose, pale skin, flushed cheeks, rosy lips, captivating eyes.

“You’re pretty” it’s two words spoken in a muted tone. Two words which should not affect you but they do. It’s only two words, as simple as any other but when Taehyung says them to you they are not.

You watch as he takes in your face, eyes never resting in one place. And then a soft, subtle smile grows on his lips. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, yet the corners crinkle-- it’s fond and warm. Almost.

You clear your throat and try to collect your thoughts. “Wow. You get disgustingly sappy at--” you turn on your phone to look at the time. “12:00 am in the morning”

“Haven’t you heard, honey? 12 am is the time of romantics” Taehyung shrugs casually, exuding confidence in his words despite making them up on the spot.

“Romantics? Sorry, you mean to tell me that you are a romantic at heart?” your eyebrows curve upwards in question “Do you even have a heart?” you mutter under your breath as you look away.

You hear him snort at your comment, a small smile quivering at the edge of your lip for some reason as well. “I am very romantic as matter of fact” he turns to his phone, swipes a few times and then you hear music. It’s calming, soft, melodious and it blends in perfectly with the chilly atmosphere and the starry night. The musical notes flow through the air, complementing the accompanying vastness of the silence that surrounds you.

“So listening to sappy songs makes you a romantic?” you fold your arms across your chest as you look at him, filled with curiosity and interest.

“Open your mind y/n. For once in your life be spontaneous” he extends a hand in your direction. You gape at him, eyes travelling from his hand to his face, unable to grasp just what the hell is going on. “Dance with me” he asks, hand still in the air in front of you, waiting for your answer.

“Are you crazy?” you chuckle in disbelief.

“Come on y/n. One dance. That’s all” he tries to coax you out of your stubbornness. His eyes bore into yours, gaze held fiercely strong which causes your heart to skip a beat. “Please” his voice is at the edge of a whisper, his eyes conveying sincerity you have never seen before. It’s Kim Taehyung alright. But it’s not. Even though the face is the same, his mannerisms are suddenly different. He’s softer, gentler in the way he looks at you, more considerate as he asks for your permission. The more you look at him the more you feel like you can tolerate him, at least the way he is in that moment. You don’t want to ruin the one time he acts like a normal man would, so you place your hand in his.

Wordlessly, he helps you to your feet. His one hand entwines with yours, his grip firm and strong. The other hand encircles around your back and rests comfortably on your waist, almost like it was meant to all along. His hand is warm, the flesh of his palm soft against your own. His grip around you is not tight the way it was that night. It is much more gentle and soft as if he is okay with the distance between you. You place your other hand on his shoulder.

“I have never danced before” you look him in the eyes

“I won’t let you fall. I promise” his voice is low and soft, almost an octave lower than it usually is.

You begin swaying to the music with Taehyung leading you. You circle around the fountain once, your footsteps in perfect sync. Then he raises your hand up, giving you enough space to twirl under his finger once before he reigns you back into himself by reaching around your waist. You giggle like a school- girl.

“It’s easy isn’t it?” he grins as he twirls you once more and brings you back in.

“I didn’t know you could dance” you mean it as a compliment but you are never going to say he’s good. You don’t want his oversized ego to inflate anymore.

“I didn’t know you knew how to have fun” he smiles at you softly. As you move together in perfect harmony, your hearts beat perfectly in sync too. You move together as if you are in a dream. His eyes rest on you, yet still, he knows where to take you. You can’t look away from him because when he is like this-- he’s beautiful. When he’s not smirking or running his mouth unnecessarily, when his eyes sparkle and glisten with stars, when his voice is full of an untold sincerity, when he holds you close -- not just to prove anything-- Kim Taehyung is marginally bearable.

A sense of calm washes over you something you thought previously impossible, especially when with Taehyung. The way his hand is curled around your waist makes you feel secure like he meant he won't let you fall. It holds the promise of safety. So you decide to let go a little. Let all your worries, and inhibitions fade away with each step you take with him. You allow him to take you anywhere he pleases. If he goes right, you go right. If he speeds up, you speed up. Every movement, every touch feels like it’s planned in advance and nothing feels forced. You feel like you are floating through the air because that’s how light he is on his feet.

He lets go of your waist, as only your hand rests in his. He steps to the side and then brings you back in with a sort of harshness which allows your body to slam into his. But he is quick to stabilize you on your feet as his hand comes back to circle around your waist. Your hand instinctively wraps around his neck, while the other stays intertwined with this right. Then he is back to swaying you lightly to the sound of the music which you had forgotten about because of how immersed you allowed yourself to be.

When it abruptly ends, you feel a loss of warmth the source of which does not stem from your clothes or accessories. No, it is Taehyung. When his hand slips out of yours, it leaves something to be desired.

“You aren’t too bad yourself y/n” Taehyung comments, eyes lingering on your face, and a small curve of his lips upwards into a smile. This time there is no sneering, no cocky smirk, no smugness. It is genuine, something you don’t usually expect from him.

“I had a good lead to follow” you return his smile and begin walking back to the building because you can’t bear the cold anymore. Whether the girl Yuri is in the apartment, whether she isn’t you don’t care. Because Taehyung managed to relax you enough to make you want to fall asleep.

“Wait” he gapes as you pass by him and simultaneously rests a hand on his chest. “Are you complimenting me? Is y/n really complimenting me?” you hear him as you walk away.

“Don’t let it get your head, Kim” you call out without looking back at him and let yourself smile because he can’t see it. A second later you hear his footsteps behind you, but he never falls in step beside you. You look back from the corner of your eyes, a soft grin falling through your lips as you see him walking with hands behind his back, whistling the tune to the song you danced to.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s got a similar smile on his face as he watches you lead the way.

Maybe Kim Taehyung isn’t so hopeless after all.

. . .

Your phone chimes early in the morning, disturbing your sleep. You groan and ignore the sound but moments later it dings again as some notifications pops on the screen. You whine and cover your ears but it chimes again. Croaking your eyes open you reach for your phone and turn it on. The light blinds you initially as you take your time to adjust to it. On the screen there are a bunch of messages.

You read the word reunion in one of the texts and swipe with the pad of your thumb.

You have been added to the group chat : Reunion.

You scroll through the messages and find most of your old classmates in the chat. Some names bring up fond memories and some make you want to throw your phone across the room.

While you are in the midst of reading a notification pops at the top of the screen. It is an e-invite to the Reunion. You click on it and it leads you to a webpage with a large banner stating “Reunion 2018”. Scrolling down you see the invite.

You are invited to the 10-year reunion of ________ school.

At Riviera Resort

12970 80th avenue, JHX 4H7

December 29, 2018

7:00 pm

RSVP: Single ticket __

Plus one __

You stare at the page, particularly at the RSVP part. The more you stare at it the more your realize how much things have changed since high school. You are not the same person you used to be and just thinking about it makes you feel nostalgic. Then your mind drifts to how your classmates must be doing. Are they married? Are they leading successful and fulfilled lives? Are they happy in a way that you aren’t or in a way that you have missed out on? All these thoughts deflate your spirits but at the same time raise an urgent curiosity, so you exit the webpage and check out the profiles of all the people in the chat.

Some are married, some engaged or in relationships, others have kids, while some have successful careers or are busy enjoying their life. You scroll through several pictures and realize that you haven’t achieved all your goals. You are still in the midst of launching your own career, have no relationship, neither any good prospects for a successful romance nor are there any kids in your future.

All it does for your self-esteem is bring it down. You should have just exited and not looked back at it. But you can't escape your nature as human and so you fall into the vicious circle of comparing your life to the pictures you see. A sudden realization dawns upon you that the picture in your head never became real and somewhere along the way you forgot all the things you wanted. Sighing heavily you close your phone, hearing the click sound of the lock and along with it the person you remembered you used to be.

You decide there is no point in wallowing in misery, and you so get ready to start the day fresh. It’s a Sunday and despite the cold, the sun is shining bright and you take that as a cue from the world to move on from your morbid thoughts. As you are about to leave your room, you suddenly remember Yuri and Taehyung, but somehow it ends up leaving a bad taste in your mouth. Since Taehyung’s room is right next to you, you lean around the door of your room and make sure the door of his room isn’t open and it’s safe for you to do your thing.

It’s shut alright and you don’t even want to think about what would have happened last night once you came back. Somehow just thinking about it makes you feel used because with you Taehyung was different. He was soft and unlike anything you have seen before. But if he came back and spent the night with Yuri, it seems so wrong and almost hurtful. You don’t know why you feel this way, but you can’t run away from it. You have had plenty of experience trying to run away from your feelings only to have them catch up to you.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, you begin making coffee for yourself. You try to be as quiet as possible because you don’t really want to see Taehyung nor that girl or anything that would give away hints of the night they spent. You wait for the coffee maker and as you do your phone vibrates. It’s a message yet again from the reunion group. Disinterested, you put your phone back in the pocket of your jeans.

You begin to feel gloomy again as your mind drifts to the happy pictures of your classmates, living life, having fun. Somehow it makes you feel like a failure and even just the prospect of attending the reunion fills you with dread. How are you supposed to match up to the lives of all these people who seem so happy and fulfilled?

“If I knew, me not being around made you so sad, I would have stayed by your side 24/7” Taehyung enters the kitchen, showered and fully dressed.

You blink out of your trance and look up at him. He’s wearing a dress shirt and pants which weirdly enough suits him. “What?” you question having previously missed whatever he said because you were too busy having a pity party for yourself.

“Why so sad?” he asks as he reaches around you and grabs a cup, coming way too close in the process. He lingers in front of you before he pulls back and pours himself coffee.

“Make your own. Where is your girlfriend anyway?” you snatch the pot from his hand

“Petty much? She’s not my girlfriend and she left early morning” he takes it back and pours himself coffee.

“Whatever” you sigh too tired to argue and brush past him and take a seat on the kitchen island.

His brows knit together in confusion as he notices your despaired state. He follows you to the island and takes a seat next to you, carefully observing the way your eyes don’t light up, or how you aren’t arguing despite him not listening to you, or how you there has been a slight frown in the middle of your forehead since he’s been there.

“What's wrong?” he questions again hoping you answer.

“Nothing” you brush him off with a small mumble.

“You are not a very good liar y/n” he pushes on as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Why do you care anyway?” you finally look up at him from your aimless stare on the counter

He shrugs. “Because I do, whether you like it or not. I do care”

You regard him a moment as you consider telling him. But then you can imagine how he’ll laugh at you and mock you. Or how he will pick apart the fact that you aren’t in a relationship and use that against you. You can clearly see that cocky, ugly smirk on his face as he doesn’t give up the opportunity to taunt you and make fun of you. How can you tell him?

“Forget about it” you look away and stand up.

Before you can move, however, he tugs you by the wrist and forces you to sit down. Your eyes widen in surprise as you look at him confused.

As if he knows what you are about to ask him, he responds. “Sit, and tell me what’s going on with you?” he insists, and there is a certain look of determination in his eyes as he studies you. You don’t think you have ever seen him look so serious. There is a genuineness in his words like he really does want to know.

“Fine. There is a high school reunion that I am invited to and I don’t want to go” you hope it suffices. Besides, knowing Taehyung he probably wouldn’t dig deeper anyway.

There is a moment of silence as he considers you, and you can tell he’s looking at you because out of the corner of your eyes you can see. A part of you is completely shocked at the sudden change in his behaviour. You don’t want to admit it but he’s acting very mature considering how he usually is.

“Liar. That’s not it. If that was the whole reason, you wouldn’t have this frown etched into your skull” he then proceeds to put his index finger between your eyebrows. You grasp his finger and pull it away from your forehead.

It’s is uncharacteristically observant of him. You gape at him in shock with an eyebrow raised, and mouth slightly open. You don’t think you have ever seen this weirdly smart side of him. You always pegged him for someone who is emotionally blind, given his aversion to serious relationships. Despite that though, he’s able to see through you. You don’t know whether to pat him on the back or sock him in the face since he is the one person you don’t have to worry about hiding things from. Usually, he’s either not interested or too dumb to figure it out.

You decide to remain quiet and not give into further interrogation from him. Your eyes drift to your phone as once again it vibrates, surely with some other notification of the reunion you are not interested in. You sigh and place your head against the cold of the island counter.

Noticing your reaction, Taehyung grasps at your phone and turns it on, coming face to face with the reunion notifications.

“You’re having a high school reunion?” you hear him and immediately lift your head to look at him, only to find your phone in his hand and his attention on the screen. You snatch it from his hands.

“I didn’t say you could--”

“Could it be that this reunion thing is bothering you?” he cuts you off, not letting you sway him away from the subject under the pretense of starting an argument.

“Why… why-- why would that bother me?” you stutter helplessly and look away.

“I don’t know you tell me” he stays persistent on the course of finding out why you are bothered.

“That is not what is bothering me” you huff in exasperation.

“Ah ha! So you do admit something is bothering you” his face lights up in realization and a grin of victory stretches across his lips.

“Jesus Christ” you mumble under your breath as you decide to give up and out the truth to him. You really don’t want to spend all day with him pestering you with questions only leading to more arguments which you really don’t have the energy for. “Fine” you look at him and shake your head at how unbelievably persistent he is. “Yes, there is a reunion and I don’t want to go”

“You told me that. But why don’t you want to go?” he leans into the palm of his hand, elbow planted firmly on the counter surface.

“Because everyone is happy. They are all either parents, married, in relationships, or living very successful lives. I don’t fit into any of that Taehyung. I don’t have any of those” you look down in defeat, feeling too embarrassed, and half expecting him to burst into laughter.

Silence befalls, and you anticipate the mocking to begin at any moment.

“So?” he shrugs, the short response making you look up at him while he straightens in his seat. “So what if you aren’t married, or in a relationship? Who cares y/n? Your life is your own and theirs is theirs. You are different people, on very different paths toward very different endings. You can never be them and they can never be you. No one can ever be you y/n” his voice is soft and calming, which makes your heart race. “There is only one of you in this world. Just one. Literally, you are one in a billion and you should own it. Fuck all that crap” he pauses and something stirs in you. It’s deep in your bones, and in your nerves-- a kind of overwhelming feeling of realization.

“Babygirl, you are perfect just the way you are. You are irreplaceable, incomparable because you are you. You are smart, sexy, funny, kind, considerate, compassionate. Do you get that? Do you even know that when you walk into a room you turn heads? Do you know that my friends have asked me for your number so many times? The girls I have been with always worry you’ll steal me ” the corners of his lips curve up in a soft smile that makes his eyes sparkle and the corners crinkle.

Your heart pounds in your chest, blood rushes to your cheeks and your head spins. Something snaps inside of you-- a knot of built up emotions in your chest-- and it floods through you, filling you with an immense sense of gratitude and love-- whether for Kim Taehyung or his words-- you don’t know.

You don’t know what it is that makes you do it. Whether it was his pep talk, the butterflies in your stomach, or just the fact that you might be losing your mind, but you decide “fuck it” and you kiss him. It’s a small peck on the lips.

As you pull away, your conscience kicks in and you realize what you have just done. It’s too late to turn away and be embarrassed. It’s done and when you find the strength to glance at Taehyung you see that’s his cheeks are slightly tinted a shade of red. The fact that he’s silent is more discomforting than if he were to say something because then at least you would know.

You watch as the edge of his lip quivers and he bites down on it and suppresses the smile that could have been. He looks at you just as you look at him, silence the only company between you. He blinks and nods.

“Okay. Let's get you a dress befitting for a princess” he announces abruptly, tugging your hand as he leads you god knows where, not really providing you with a chance to protest.

. . .

“Gucci?!” you stare at him partly in awe and partly in ridicule. “I don’t think my bank account can handle that blow” you shake your head and turn around promptly, beginning your march in the opposite direction when he places a hand on your shoulder and spins you around.

“Relax will you? Who said anything about your money” he looks deep into your eyes trying to calm you down.

You look at him in confusion before it clicks. Your eyes widen and mouth opens wide as you stare at him in shock. “No way, You are not paying for it” you vigorously shake your head.

“Don’t flatter yourself that much. I don’t like you enough to spend money on Gucci for you” and he’s back again. The Taehyung you know and love to hate so much.

“Then why….”

“I have a friend who manages this store and he owes me” he shrugs and forces you to walk beside him by tugging on your wrist.

“You’re seriously going to spend a favour he owes you to buy me a dress? I didn’t even say I was going by the way” you remind him and he looks over his shoulder at you.

“Oh you are going and you are going to be the prettiest there. Besides, having me beside you will increase your worth by millions” he clicks his tongue.

“You? Who said you could come?” you scoff

“You aren’t that inconsiderate y/n. I know you. You would have asked me anyway” he winks

“You wish. I was going to ask Yoongi” you roll your eyes

“He’s at work and I know you don’t have anyone else for a plus one” he winks as he drags you into the store.

“How did you know about the plus one?” you eyes widen in surprise.

“You said people are married and in relationships. So obviously people will want to bring their families” he shakes his head like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Holy fuck…” you mumble. “Who are you? And what have you done with Kim Taehyung?” you gape at him in shock. Since when did he get so smart?

“Drama queen” he chuckles and brings you to the front counter.

A man dressed in a black suit with silver hair just like Taehyung stands behind the counter as he helps a woman carrying about 15 pieces of clothing on her. You feel like you stick out like a sore thumb in the store. The clothes in the whole store cost more than your life, and more than the amount of money that your parents spend raising you and thereafter that you spent on yourself.

“Long time no see, Jimin” Taehyung greets and Jimin immediately turns to face him a bright smile stretching across his lips.

“You too brother” they both shake hands and somehow standing there with Taehyung you can’t help but feel like his girlfriend. You know you aren’t but something about the whole situation makes you feel like that.

“This must be your girlfriend” Jimin turns to you as he stretches his hand towards you. You shake his hand and look at hi in shock but before you can interrupt and clear his misconception that you are a couple, Taehyung intervenes.

“Something like that. Right y/n?” he says and you can’t tell if he is serious or joking. At a loss for words, all you can do is remain silent and busy yourself in looking around because suddenly Taehyung makes you feel too nervous.

“So, how can I help you?” Jimin is quick to come to the point and avoid small talk. Bless his heart.

“Remember that bet you lost and how you owe me?” Taehyung questions

“Vaguely” Jimin nods slowly

“Well, I need you to find me the prettiest dress you have in this store” he puts forth

“I think I know what you’re looking for” Jimin’s eyes sparkle with excitement as he leads you further into the store. You stop in the trial section, the setup of which reminds you of bridal shops, with a small couch, and a mirror. “One moment” he excuses himself and disappears in the back of the store.

A moment later he is approaching you with the prettiest dress you have ever laid your eyes on. It’s a gold, boat neck dress, with a cinched waist, decorated all over with sequined latticework and floral appliques.

“Oh my god” your jaw drops as you are unable to contain the awe the dress inspires in you.

“I am scared to touch it” you mutter as you gape at the dress filled with delight.

“Touch it? You’re going to wear it” Jimin smiles at you brightly and you can’t help but clap a hand on your mouth to prevent any major squealing.

“Kimberly” Jimin calls over a woman, probably no more than in her 20’s. “Could you help this lady into the gown please” he hands it over to her and she shuffles in one of the dressing rooms.

As soon as the fabric touches your bare skin, you feel like you are transported to cloud nine. It’s softer than anything you have ever felt, more luxurious than anything you have laid eyes on. You carefully tug the neckline over your head, making sure not to rip the dress, or you might just cry. It falls gracefully to the floor, and Kimberly helps zip it up for you in the back.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you don’t recognize the reflection staring back. It certainly doesn’t feel like you. You feel like a totally different person as if you are worth millions. Just by the virtue of wearing something expensive, certain confidence instills in you.

Something about going out in front of Taehyung looking like this makes you nervous.You only allow yourself a moment of weakness before you inhale deeply. A dress like this deserves a confident owner so you straighten your shoulders and walk outside where Jimin and Taehyung await.

Too immersed in their conversation they don’t notice you. You cough to catch their attention. When he hears the sound, Taehyung turns to face you.

You wait in anticipation for his reaction, not even sure why it means so much to you. As soon as his eyes fall on you, you begin to feel nervous, immediately feeling the need to hide. He scrutinizes, eyes travelling all over your figure.

“Holy fuck….” his jaw drops, eyes wide twice the size as if they’ll pop out at any moment. “Wow. You look beautiful” he sounds breathless, which makes you smile.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily, not sure if he’s being honest.

“You look gorgeous babygirl” he approaches you, stopping close as he rests his hands on your waist. “You are going to turn heads tonight, as always. You know that right?” he’s got that warm smile on his face-- the one that lovers share.

“I dont know…”

“This dress was made for you. It’s perfect. You look perfect” he insists not having any of your self-doubting talks.

You can’t help but smile at him, at how his eyes sparkle, at how the small smile on his face reaches his eyes, at the fond expression on his face. You head back into the dressing room and come out with the dress on your arm.

“How much is it?” you look at Jimin. You hadn’t thought of the price before and now suddenly the dress felt heavy on your arm.

“Don’t worry about it” Taehyung interjects. “I’ll settle it”

“I told you, you are not paying for it” you look at him sternly.

“Do you like it?” he questions instead, his eyes carefully surveying your face.

“Yes. I love it but--”

“That settles it then. We’re buying it” he whispers as Jimin takes the dress from you and rings you up.

“No way” you follow Jimin and Taehyung to the front counter and your heart drops at seeing the four digits on the screen. “You are not paying for it”

“Already did” he looks over his shoulder as you hear the beep of the machine.

Jimin hands Taehyung the bag and he turns and holds it for you take.

“Taehyung--” you start but he cuts you off.

“It’s worth it y/n” he’s got a look of sincerity in his eyes and a small smile on his face.

You don’t know what it is, but somehow , he is a changed man. Never did you imagine in a million years that Taehyung would act this way and for once leave you speechless and not because he’s got you furious at him. All you can do is look at him in wonder and try to figure out what about him has suddenly changed. Is it the smile on his face? Is it the way he looks at you-- or rather the fondness and adoration that decorates his eyes whenever he does look at you, is it his voice? Or is it how genuine and sincere his words sound when he talks? Whatever it is, all you know is that something has changed.

. . .

On the day of the reunion, you don’t see Taehyung all day long. You wonder if he’s ditched you and as the day goes along the feeling solidifies greatly in your heart. It’s like a stab, and it hurts. You don’t even want to think about him because it just makes you angry. It makes you want to fall on your bed and cry to your heart’s content. Because suddenly the thought of Taehyung with someone else, doing something else doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t want to think about where he is, and if he’s got another girl on his arm as he promises her the world, and his love even though he’ll never mean it. You don’t want to think about a Taehyung that is different from how you have seen him in the past few weeks.

The clock strikes 6 pm and still, there is no sign of Taehyung. You are supposed to be at the venue at 7 and a part of you just wants to leave because sitting on the couch with your dress and makeup on makes you feel like you’re being stood up. Because as you stubbornly wait for Taehyung to come, you know you have already lost this battle to him.

You tap your foot impatiently on the ground, turning to look at the clock on the wall. It’s 10 past 6 now and as you still wait for Taehyung, you can’t help but feel with certainty that he isn’t going to show up. That whatever promises he had made through his words as he made you feel beautiful, through his actions as he bought you the dress, it is all false. Contempt rises somewhere deep as you hate yourself for losing to him, for giving into his deceptively charming and sweet ways, for letting yourself feel something other than hate for him.

The lump of emotions that rose to your throat when you first thought Taehyung had ditched you, was still as present as ever, threatening to unravel with the promise of ruining your mascara and makeup. You glance at the clock again and your heart sinks further into your chest.

He’s not coming and with that conclusion, you rise from your spot, gather the dress around you, careful not to step on the seams because even if you have to go alone you are not going to let that ruin how beautiful you look. Even if you don’t have Taehyung’s reassuring and confident words to make you feel like a million bucks, you know you look pretty. You don’t need him to make you feel like anything. You’re enough on your own, for yourself.

You grab an overcoat to put on and are about to call a cab when you hear the front door open. With the click sound, your heart stops beating for one second and from the other side emerges none other than Kim Taehyung. You gawk at him, hardly able to believe that he’s there in front of you.

He’s clad in a black suit, with a white shirt underneath, clinging tight to his frame and a black tie to go along. His silver hair is parted in the middle, the fringes falling on either side of his forehead. He looks breathtaking and you have to gulp away the awe to prevent it from falling through your lips.

“Sorry I am late” he passes a mischevious grin

“I didn’t think--”

“I was coming” he finishes your sentence and takes a step closer to you. His eyes travel all over your body from top to bottom and then back up again as he takes in everything. “I didn’t think you could top how you looked in this dress the first time, but consider my mind changed. Y/n you look absolutely beautiful” he offers a genuine smile to go along with the compliment.

“Thank you” you murmur with a downcast gaze.

He hooks his fingers underneath your chin and makes you look up at him. “There is no looking down tonight baby girl. Only up”

Your heart skips a beat at how raspy his voice sounds and at how he’s looking at you-- with warmth and fondness in his eyes. It’s the look he has been giving you increasingly lately. “You look really handsome as well” you manage to croak the words despite how much he makes you want to hide somewhere out of sheer nervousness.

“I had to bring my A game if I was to compete with how stunning you look” he chuckles lightly as he lets go of you. “Which is why I am late. I had to look high and low for something that could compare to the glow you get wearing this dress”

Your lips curve up in a smile at the compliment. “Meh” you shrug “You look okay. You could have done better” you scrunch your nose for a second, in the way of teasing, a sly grin stretching across your lips as you do.

“Oh please. I look like a million bucks and I make you look like a million bucks too” he offers you his arm and you take it gladly.

But there is no denying that he does look good and there is also no refuting the fact that he does make you feel and look like a million bucks.

. . .

You should have known it would happen. And why not? After all, Kim fucking Taeyhyung was by your side looking nothing less than a King. So of course when you enter the resort all eyes come to rest on you and him. Mostly him though. But that doesn’t deter because for once people are looking at you-- in awe and wonder. The confidence that it instills in you is pleasurable, it’s almost a high that you have never experienced before. Is this what Taehyung feels like all the time? Because if that is so, it’s not so bad being the center of attention once in a while.

“They are staring” you keep your eyes ahead and mutter through a smile to Taehyung.

“Yes they are” he replies as he surveys the surroundings to confirm it. “They are staring at you. I told you, you turn heads when you walk into a room” he smiles at you fondly when you meet his eyes upon hearing him say it again.

“I don’t think it’s me. I think they are all looking at you” you reply as you look around

“You see that guy in the corner by the bar. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we entered” he motions his heads in said direction and you follow his eyes. And he’s right, a guy is staring at you. “And that group of guys we just passed by, they are all looking at you. So are the girls on the table 3’o clock”

You look over your shoulder at the group of guys you just passed. You can feel their eyes on you and then you shift your attention to the girls he was talking about and accidentally make eye contact with one of them.

“Some want you while others want to be you. That’s what you do when you walk into a room y/n. Own it, be proud of it” he gently squeezes your hand which rests in his arm with his other hand.

“I would but I feel too anxious and dizzy” you say breathily, hardly able to handle all the eyes on yourself.

“It’s okay. You can lean on me” he says softly as he brings the arm he had offered you for your support to rest gently on your waist as he holds you close against him. You gulp, and even though your anxiety doesn’t fade away, you feel reassured him by your side. You feel like you can conquer the night with him.

“I doubt I can. You’ll go off running at the first sign of booze and girls” you chuckle. You are obviously kidding, but there is a slight part of you that is worried about the possibility of that happening. A month ago you wouldn’t have cared what he does. But now it matters-- a tiny, tiny bit.

“Not tonight. Tonight I am all yours” he smiles down at you.

“We’ll see how much you can resist your nature” you grin at him, hoping deep down that he keeps his word.

Taehyung leads you to an empty table and just as you are about to take a seat, you hear commotion behind you and what sounds a lot like your name being called out. Looking at Taehyung puzzled, you turn around and see Tiffany and Do Yeon approaching, your eyes widening in excitement.

“Oh my god!” you gasp and laugh as you meet them halfway and hug both of them, “It’s been way too long!” you squeal, as the three of you hug it out. Back in high school, Do Yeon, you and Tiffany used to be so close that people called you the three musketeers. They were your partners in crime, and nothing could have separated you. But then life happened and you all went to different universities or colleges which led to you drifting apart and eventually losing contact with each other.

It feels too nostalgic, and all memories come rushing back. The way you three would never shut up during class and Mr. Mckenzie your homeroom teacher would put you all in detention, making you arrange the classroom, help him carry his papers and do all sorts of mundane tasks. But with them it all became fun.

If you knew Do Yeon and Tiffany were coming you never would have worried about it. With Taehyung almost forgotten you gasp and look behind them to find two guys, awkwardly standing and watching the exchange.

“Are you going to introduce me?” you whisper to Tiffany and its as if she realizes she had come with someone.

“Y/n meet my husband Jay” she gestures to her husband. “And Jay this is y/n”

“Hi” you extend your hand in greeting and he shakes it firmly. “Pleasure to meet you” you smile at him.

“Hi I am Jang Hoon” the other male introduces himself.

“My husband” Do yeon says with pride and the weird glimmer in her eyes that reminds you of how Taehyung looks at you. And then you remember Taehyung. You turn around and motion for him to join you, suddenly excited for him to meet your friends.

“This is Taehyung” you look at Do Yeon and Tiffany. “My-”

“Boyfriend. Pleased to meet you” he chimes in out of nowhere, making your eyes widen twice their size as you gawk at him, while he shakes everyone’s hand.

“Oh my god y/n, he’s so hot” Do Yeon pulls you aside as she whispers that in your ear. You turn to look at her in shock. You blink repeatedly as you try to make sense of whatever the hell just happened.

“He’s not my--” you are about to tell her the truth when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you come face to face with Taehyung who has got a smile plastered on his lips. You can’t tell if he’s actually smiling or if he’s putting on a show.

“If it is okay with you, may I steal my beautiful girlfriend for just a moment”? he speaks as he takes your waist and asks Do Yeon for permission. You never imagined him to be a gentleman.

“Oh no. Please go ahead” she smiles at you. “We’ll be by the bar. Come once you are done. Lots to catch up on”

You nod at her and then turn to Taehyung. Before speaking you ensure no one is around. “What was that?”

“Before you kill me, just hear me out” he raises his hands in the air as he tries his best to calm you down. “I am not saying you have to agree with it, but don’t you think it will be weird if you introduce me as your roommate? If you want to, that’s up to you. But I thought it might be better if I say I am your boyfriend, just so you don’t have to deal with all the questions that come at gatherings for single people” he pauses, studying for face for signs of anger before he continues. “I just want you to enjoy the night and not have to worry about what you’ll tell people about why you’re you know..” he looks around to ensure no is eavesdropping.

You are kind of angry at him for being so spontaneous about it, but when you take a moment to think about it he is right. If you were to introduce him as your roommate it would be way too weird, because people usually don’t bring roommates to such gatherings. You can’t say he’s a friend because he’s not and calling him a friend just feels too out of the normal for what your relationship is with him.

Besides, what’s wrong about pretending to be fake dating for one night? Loads of single people probably do it right? Maybe you do need to be spontaneous and take more risks. It’s not like you are actually dating him. It’s just going to be an act and you haven’t been with someone for so long so this might come as a respite no matter how childish and unrealistic it is. What is the worst that could happen?

“Fine” you sigh. “Just for tonight”

“Okay” he nods, his stare lingering on your face for a few seconds before his hand slips into yours with so much ease it startles you. It doesn’t feel awkward. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t feel forced or weird. It feels so natural it takes you a moment to adjust to that feeling. You know how cheesy it is, but it’s almost like his hand was made to fit yours. It’s so perfectly warm, and soft, and his hand mould’s around yours like it was meant to be there from the beginning.

You look at him questioningly, eyes travelling from your intertwined hands to his face. He gets the cue and opens his mouth to explain himself when you stop him.

“It’s an act. I know. It’s just-- it was sudden” you blink away, gulping the nervousness down your throat.

“Sorry” he gives your hand a little squeeze along with a soft smile, that still manages to reach his eyes. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah” you say rather breathily and then inhale deeply as you head towards the bar where Tiffany and Do Yeon are with their husbands. Somehow, thinking about them you feel like a cheat since Taehyung isn’t really your boyfriend. You don’t know what he is to you, but you are lying about whatever it is-- to yourself and to others.

“The lovebirds have arrived” Do Yeon announces with a teasing smile as you approach the table.

It ends up making you blush, and you duck your head so that the red on your cheeks isn’t visible to anyone. You feel Taehyung squeeze your hand gently, kind of like a reassurance that it’s okay. Even as you take your seats beside each other, Taehyung doesn’t let go of your hand, and a tiny smile begins to creep on you, and you have to pull your lip between your teeth to stop it from showing. It feels too right, too natural-- as if it’s supposed to be like this. Your heart doesn’t spare any mercy as you feel the rhythm reach your ears, vibrating, and the staccato that builds makes another rush of blood flood your cheeks.

“So, how did you guys meet?” Tiffany asks with a curious glint in her eyes as her and Do Yeon share a look between themselves.

For just a second you feel bad for lying to them and feel disappointed for yourself because none of it is real. It’s one fleeting moment, and as it passes by you can’t help but feel heartbroken.

You turn to Taehyung, eyes wide, full-blown panic setting in because you had not discussed what you would tell them. It was such an impromptu thing, you didn’t have time to prepare a story-- no, you didn’t have time to prepare any lies. Taehyung begins rubbing small circles on the back of your hand which helps you school your expression into something more neutral.

“Actually, my cousin Yoongi introduced us. I was looking for a place to live and Yoongi had a room available. So I decided I would live with them and then I met y/n when I went to see the apartment” he smiles at everyone on the table and nods. “That’s how we first met”

“Oh come on! That’s so bland” Do Yeon complains from beside you. “It can’t be that simple”

“N-no. That’s actually how we met, for real” you try to cover for Taehyung because it really is the truth. He didn’t make it up.

“Well, that’s not what we want to know. What I want to know is how you both realized you were in love with each other” Do Yeon’s eyebrows quirk upwards as she asks for all the juicy details of something that doesnt exist

Your eyes meet Taehyung, and you can almost see the wheels of his mind whirring to come up with something. He blinks a few times before looking back at Do Yeon with a polite smile.

“For me, it was a single, simple conversation. We were talking and she poured out her heart to me, and as I looked at her-- it hit me. I love her, I thought” he pauses to look at you. The only time you have ever poured your heart out to him was the day when you told him about the reunion and how insecure you felt about yourself. So, is he being sincere?

With eyes resting on your face he continues, his gaze unflinching “I can’t point to a single thing she said, but I remember thinking to myself, she’s got it all wrong” his voice is so soft you want to melt into a puddle of goo. “As I looked at her at the moment, and as I saw the frown on her forehead, the wild concern in her eyes, I couldn’t help but think she was the most beautifully fragile thing I have ever seen. It was like before that moment I hadn’t really felt anything in my entire life. But then in that one moment, as I was looking at her go on and on, I felt it all-- her sorrow, her pain, her joy, her fears, hopes, and dreams. It was like a realization of being alive” he breaks off.

You can’t look away because his words have you mesmerized once more. You can’t look away because you don’t want to lose the sight of the sincerity in his eyes. You feel your eyes getting glossy, your vision getting blurry because every single word of his touched your heart. A part of it is knowing that it’s all fake, and yet he’s touched your soul in a way no one has. It’s knowing that he’s just putting on an act-- a rather convincing act because even you believed him for a second.

You blink repeatedly to push back the tears because if you cry then it becomes real.

“Oh my god….” you hear Tiffany and as you look at her you see that her mouth is agape and there is a shine in her eyes and her voice is rough and shaky.

“Wow. you are a lucky girl y/n” Do Yeon chimes in as she looks at you with a bright smile like she is truly happy for you.

It’s all fake, you have to remind yourself.

“What about you y/n?” Jay asks as he leans in with interest, looking at you in anticipation.

“Dance” you nod as you look at everyone at the table, realizing how quick you answered, almost as if you were waiting for someone to ask. “It was when he asked me to dance with him, in the middle of the night outside in the cold weather. He pulled out his phone, played a song and asked me to dance. It was a simple gesture. It was just a dance, but when he held me I felt it. It wasn’t a spark” you shake your head as you turn to glance at Taehyung. “There was no electric feeling. It just felt right. But more than that it was when I looked at him-- when I saw his eyes that got me. He looked at me in a way all girls want to be looked at by a man-- like the whole world could crumble around us and he wouldn’t blink”

“ Oh god!” Do Yeon cries from beside Taehyung, as she claps a hand on her mouth.

It takes your awareness a second to catch up, but when it does you realize everyone is looking at you. That he is looking at you, through you just as he has many times before.

“I love you y/n” he whispers softly his eyes locked on you

You hiccup unable to gather your thoughts, unable to gather yourself as you fall apart under the scrutiny of his gaze and under the sheer weight of his words. Utterly and thoroughly unable to speak because he’s got you caged in the palm of his hand, and you are so helpless that you can’t even blink without his permission.

There has never been a time in your life more confusing than this moment. There are words at the tip of your tongue, eager to be spoken. But you don’t know whether he is lying or if he is being honest. Despite how truly sincere he sounds and looks you can’t read him. He could just be putting on a show in which case if you say it back-- your feelings will make a fool out of you for believing him. But if he is truthful and if you don’t say it then you are cruel and heartless to refuse his passion and love for you.

So all you do is stare back at him, and hope that he gets the answer by looking into your eyes. You hope that somehow the desperation makes its way into your eyes and conveys itself to him. Your heart feels so heavy that you would rather it burst or stop beating altogether and spare you some mercy.

“Well, I don’t think it’s jumping the gun when I ask when is the wedding?” Tiffany squeals as she looks at you both expectantly.

“We’re working on that, aren’t we y/n?” Taehyung turns to you with a smile and your heart literally skips a beat.

“Y-yeah” you clear your throat. “Yeah we are”

“Of course! I’ve never seen any two people in love as much as you guys” Do Yeon cries, hand resting on her chest and an adoring smile on her face.

But you’re not in love. It’s just an act and suddenly you begin feeling suffocated. This is not how it should happen. Taehyung doesn’t even love you, he doesn’t even like you so why is that you suddenly expect him to? It’s only words, empty meaningless words that he has the ability thread together beautifully, so why does it make your heart heavy and your throat constrict? Why does any of this affect you?

A few weeks ago you couldn’t stand the sight of him and now you can’t seem to look away from him. What changed and why?

Unable to breathe, you excuse yourself and head out to the balcony that overlooks the entrance of the resort. The air is cold as it is fresh which comes as a respite for your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling the air going into your lungs with a relief. You feel slightly dizzy as your hold tightens on the railing. You can hear the sound of cars on the nearby highway and you can see buildings upon building, with mountains towering over the scenery at some distance.

You barely have to time to catch your breath when you feel something around yourself and looking behind you, you find Taehyung as he takes off his suit jacket and puts it around your shoulders.

“Don’t catch a cold. I don’t want to be stuck taking care of you if you get sick” he smiles down at you, almost teasingly-- no bite, no snarkiness, no attitude in his tone.

You chuckle with a shake of your head. “You know you really got me in there. I almost thought you meant everything you were saying” you look up to meet his eyes.

“What about you? All that the world could crumble around us shit? I have never seen anyone swoon so hard as I did Do Yeon and Tiffany” he comments, further reminding you that it was just an act, not that you needed a reminder.

“Oh. Well, good job to the both of us” a rather disappointing smile curves at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah” he huffs through his nose hands coming to rest upon the railing just like yours.

You stand in silence as you stare straight ahead, your mind full of thoughts of how close he is standing, how good he looks, and the slight buzzing under your skin as a result of it. You are more wound up in your head than you are in the present moment. The silence that didn’t use to bother you, is too loud now. Too unbearable and suffocating. You could inhale all the air in the world and still feel breathless.

As if it couldn’t get worse, just then Taehyung turns you you, pull yous to him so that you face him, places his hand on your cheek and presses his lips to yours. Your mind numbs and so does your body. Kissing Taehyung doesn’t feel like fireworks. It feels like a long time coming like it’s something overdue just waiting to happen. It feels like it’s supposed to happen, like it’s really meant to happen. Kissing him feels like finding a missing piece of the puzzle that you have somehow unconsciously been searching for all your life. Sure, your heart is beating like crazy and your mind is rampant with all kinds of thoughts-- but that’s not all it feels like.

It feels like your heart, your body will explode at any moment. It feels like a beginning like the sunrise. It feels like home and comfort. It feels like this is what you are supposed to do for the next 50 years of your life and image of you and Taehyung growing old together flashes in your mind. It feels exactly right.

“Oops. Sorry” Do Yeon speaks from the balcony door.

Taehyung pulls back, with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths as do you. You realize then that he’s just acting. It was only a show for Do Yeon so she doesn’t suspect anything. It feels like a stab in the heart, a cruel twist that you did not foresee which makes it that much more unbearable.

“Nothing” you press your lips together in a smile, and it is the hardest thing you have ever had to do.

“We were all going to head to the restaurant downstairs. Do you guys want to join us?” she questions

You have half a mind to say you don’t want to because pretending to love him is too tiring, too heartbreaking, because somehow somewhere you know you aren’t pretending. But before you can deny the offer Taehyung is tugging on your hand and leading you out.

“We’re going?” you question as you have no choice but to follow him since he’s got a hold of you.

He stops and turns to face you. “You said one night. It’s not over yet, so let's go all the way” he looks at you expectingly with his eyes searching yours, silently pleading for you to agree.

“Why?” your voice breaks, and a lump of emotions rises to your throat, choking you, suffocating you so much so that you are afraid to say another word.

He’s silent as he just looks at you. His gaze falls downward for just a moment before he looks at you again. “Because tonight you love me and I love you”

You don’t know how to reply. It’s too confusing, too crazy to make sense of. You shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t make you feel this way but at the end of the day, the truth is: he does. He’s tugging at your wrist again as he drags you behind him, not giving you a chance to give up nor giving you the opportunity to figure him out.

. . .

The dim lights of the restaurant give you the space you need to let a tear fall gently on your cheek. But before the waterworks can start you swallow your emotions away, suppressing to the depths of your heart and willing them to stay there because now is not the time to cry. Something tells you, you will have plenty of time for it later.

So you adjust your face, forcing a thin smile on your lips and you try to join into the conversation. Everyone is laughing, including Taehyung. But somehow his smile is so bright, and blinding that you can’t see anyone else on the table. He’s as clear as day beside you while everything and everyone else blurs into nothing. He’s laughing at something Jay is telling him but you can’t hear the words. All you can hear is Taehyung’s small giggles and laughter. All you can see is the smile on his lips which unconsciously makes your lips curve into a smile as well.

Even though no one is looking, his hand gently comes to rest upon yours in your lap under the table. How he does it so easily, you don’t know. How he can just act like his hand is supposed to be there, you will never know.

“You love him don’t you?” Tiffany nudges your elbow from beside you.

A true actor is one with whom the audience cannot tell where the actor begins and the character ends. If you were a good actor, the answer would have been relatively easy-- a yes, since it wouldn’t have meant anything had you truly been acting. But you don’t say anything as you just smile at her and hope she sees in it whatever she wants to see and hear whatever answer she wants to hear from you.

“Y/n?” you hear your name which makes you look behind Tiffany and at

“Seokjin?” you exclaim as you look at him wide-eyed. “Kim Seokjin?” you chuckle in surprise as Taehyung turns his attention to you and the unknown man standing in front of you.

“It’s y/n’s high school boyfriend. Seokjin” Do Yeon leans in across the table and whispers to Taehyung. He nods and turns to look at you, at the way you are smiling and looking at Seokjin. He lifts his hand from yours and places it in his lap.

“They dated for 3 years starting in grade 10, but he had to move away for school” Do Yeon informs Taehyung, and he tears his eyes away from you and nods at her as he registers her words.

You stand up and give Seokjin a hug, remembering the moments in high school when you two were inseparable. It was an easier time, fewer complications.

“You still look the same as you did in high school” he smiles at you, the way he used to when you were dating him and it stirs something in you. Maybe it’s emotions associated with old memories, but it does feel good to see him after so long.

“You grew taller” you tease him

“You became more beautiful” the smile on his face still holds up.

From behind you, Tiffany clears her throat. “Long time no see Jinnie”

“You too Tiffany. Do Yeon” he nods at her

“This is Taehyung, y/n’s boyfriend” Do Yeon takes the initiative to introduce Taehyung to Seokjin.

Taehyung stands up, comes out of the seating area where you stand with Seokjin. He pulls you into himself as his hand rests on your waist. “Hi” he extends a hand towards Seokjin. “I am Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you”

“Kim Seokjin” they shake hands. “You guys look good together” Jin compliments you, making a blush creep up on your cheeks.

“We get that a lot” Taehyung smiles at Seokjin, his hold tightening on your waist. But it’s not the kind of civil smile shared between two strangers. There is something different in the way he smiles at Jin-- almost like he’s being passive-aggressive like he is showing off.

“I am sure you do” Jin nods as he looks at you, unblinking.

Taehyung clears his throat and Seokjin looks from you to him. “Anyway” he claps his hands gently. “I should get going. My colleagues are waiting for me. We should meet up sometime y/n”

“Yeah sure” you nod and you both end up exchanging numbers.

With one last look at you and a nod at Taehyung, he turns around and disappears from your sight.

The rest of the time Taehyung doesn’t speak much and neither does he look at you.

The night finally comes to an end. You’re walking back to the car with Taehyung, hand in hand just for the sake of pretending. Neither of you lets go even after everyone has left and you’re standing by the car just staring at each other.

“Good job tonight” Taehyung comments as he sways your interlocked hands back and forth.

“You too” you force a lifeless smile on your face as you look away from him.

“So Seokjin huh” he brings it up and you can’t say you are surprised because you were expecting him to.

“Yeah. It was a long time ago” you sigh as your eyes stop on your hand in his, the feeling of butterflies coming back in your stomach.

“Are you going to meet him?” he questions as he looks at your hands as well, gently stroking the surface of your hand with his thumb.

“I have to” you whisper, keeping your gaze focused on your interlocked hands.

“No you don’t” he counters in an equally soft voice.

“How do you know?” you glance at him, stopping to only look at him because of how the moonlight gives his eyes a silver glow making him look more beautiful than before. It takes your breath away.

“Because you wouldn’t have looked away as you answered. I told you you are a bad liar y/n” he uses his free hand and rests it on your waist as he gently strokes the side of your body.

“Really?” you lean into him, slowly losing breath as he pulls you in closer. “What else have I lied about?” you urge him on, feeling the tingles inside of you making your brain feel hazy and making everything else but the feeling of skin against yours feel unimportant.

There is a moment of silence as he pulls you in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours as you both breathe heavily. You cast your gaze down, as he plays with your fingers in his, the pads of his fingers running around your hand as you play a game of catch with each other.

“Tonight” he finally answers your question as he dips his head and presses his lips to yours. “Everything about tonight was a lie wasn’t it?” he mumbles against your lips with a raspy voice that makes your knees buckle. He gives a soft kiss again. “You lied didn’t you y/n?” he mumbles into your mouth as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip.

“No” you moan into his mouth, desperate to feel him against you. You push him back until he hits the side of the car. You rise to your tiptoes as you kiss him, but he pulls back with a teasing smile on his face. Your vision is hazy as you look at him, a feeling of intoxication filling you up. The sounds of your heavy breathing are all you hear. “I can’t take it anymore Taehyung” you plead as you use the lapels of his jacket to pull him down and press your lips against his in a firm kiss.

He places a hand behind your neck as he pulls you in further and deepens the kiss. You drink in this feeling of him against you as if you’ll never feel this way again. He pulls back for air and you notice his rosy cheeks.

“Ever since I have seen you in this dress, I’ve only thought of one thing” he breathes against your lips as he places nimble pecks on them.

“What?” you ask as your hold tightens on the lapels of his jacket.

“I want you. Just the way you look right now” he buries his nose in your hair, leaving tender kisses on your shoulder, and stroking your back up and down.

“Take me Taehyung” you whisper as your hands thread through his hair, gently tugging. “All of me. I am all yours. Please”

“Are you sure” he groans into your skin.

“Yes” you whisper against his ear.

He doesn’t hesitate for even a second as the answer leaves your lips.

. . .

You are thankful that the drive home is only 5 minutes and as soon as you are back to the apart, you are slamming each other against walls, windows and furniture as you kiss each other’s faces off. Taehyung backs you into your bedroom without breaking the kiss and you both fall onto the mattress.

You tug on his suit jacket, taking it off and within the next few seconds, he’s naked and on top of you.

“You’re so beautiful” you rub your hands against his torso and pull him down for a hungry kiss.

“Not as much as you, he reaches behind your back and your arch up to give access to the zip. He hurriedly takes off your dress and pauses as he revels at the sight in front of him.

“You are so fucking beautiful y/n” he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Do you want to stop?” he questions again as he pulls back to look at you.

“No. No. Don’t” you shake your head and pull him down again.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he fucks you. The sound of skin against skin, the sound of his breathing, his low groans and soft moans make everything that was previously unbearable, a little bearable. The way he loves you in the present moment as if he’s never loved anyone like this before, it breaks everything in you. The way he tells you, you look beautiful, the way his hands dance across your body, the way his lips connect with your skin-- brings you to your high and he chases it down with his own.

And when everything is said and done and the moon is high in the sky and the night is as silent as ever, he pulls you into himself as he spoons and cuddles you while leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he questions because you are too quiet.

“Mhmm” you mumble as you play with his hand, refusing to let yourself part from the feeling of skin against yours. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” you question as you bring his hand to your lips and kiss the back of it.

“Anything, babygirl” he presses a soft kiss in the crook of your neck

“Was this different?” your heart beats uncontrollably fast

He’s silent as he plays with your hand and then sighs. “Look at me”

You have no choice but to turn around and face him. You can’t look in his eyes so you keep your gaze cast downward as you run a finger up and down his chest, just to calm yourself down. He stops your movements as he places a hand atop yours and brings your fingers to his lips, placing gentle kisses on the pad of each finger.

“You’re the best thing that has happened to me, baby” he hooks a finger under your chin and forces you to look at him. “I meant everything I said tonight and what we just shared was amazing. You were amazing. Please don’t compare yourself to anyone else because they can never be what you are to me” he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Really?” you look at him, trying to figure out if he’s being sincere. But then you see his eyes and you know.

“I don’t know what love is y/n and I know we are not perfect people. We are flawed to the core, you and me. I don’t know where we are headed after this but if love is the feeling I get when I am with you then I love you” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t know what love is either Kim Taehyung. But in this moment, I feel like I love you too” you press a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth.

. . .

2 years later

You and Taehyung are a complete mess as you bump into each other trying to find your clothes in a hurry. It turns out weddings are always a hectic time and not preparing well in advance always leads to chaos. So chaos it is in your apartment as both of you hurry from the bathroom to your room, to the closet as you try to get ready and be at the wedding in time. If you don’t get there on time there really is no point.

“Baby, did you see my wallet?” Taehyung pops into the frantically searching for his wallet and turning the bed you made two minutes ago upside down.

You glare at him. “I just made the bed and your wallet is on the dresser” you point to the dressing table sitting on top of which is his wallet.

He grabs his wallet, runs to the bathroom where you are getting ready and places a kiss on your cheek. “I am leaving okay? I ‘ll see you there. Can’t wait”

You put the finishing touches of your makeup on, and your phone rings. You pick it up, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you guys?” you hear Yoongi’s frantic voice. “Where the hell is your boyfriend?”

“Taehyung just left and I am coming. I’ve got the wedding dress. Don’t worry. I’ll see you in a few okay?” you hang up hurriedly as you shove everything to one side of the counter, not having any time to clean it up. You run to the closet and grab the dress, making sure not to step on it.

You hurry down to the compound building, where Do Yeon is waiting in the car for you. You open the back door and lay the dress down on the back seat.

“Ready?” she asks as he puts in the gear and drives away.

You arrive at the venue, grab the dress and run inside the hotel almost tripping in the process. Taking the elevator to the 4th floor, you hurry to the end of the hall and knock on the door.

It opens to reveal Suran, Yoongi’s fiance and soon to be wife. “Oh thank god you are here!” she pulls you into the room. “Thank you for keeping the dress safe. If I had kept it at my place, Yoongi would have seen it” she huffs as he slips pit of the bathrobe she’s wearing. You help her put the dress on and then work on unrolling the curlers from her hair.

The door flings open while you are in the midst of it and Do Yeon enters. “You look beautiful Suran” she compliments as she takes a seat on the bed and waits. “Where is your beau y/n?” she questions.

“Doing his best man duties I am sure” you smile at her through the mirror

“Oh yeah! Are you guys excited?” Suran questions next

“About what?” you look at her in confusion as the lat curler comes off with relative ease.

“The wedding? You’re getting married in six months.. remember? “ she chuckles at the look of realization on your face.

“Oh yeah! We’re a mess. I don’t know how it’s going to work out. But we’ll get there” you smile fondly just thinking about it.

“Okay enough of the sappy stuff. We have 15 minutes left” Do Yeon looks at her watch.

“We’re done” you look at Suran one last time through the mirror to make sure she looks absolutely perfect. She gets up from the chair, gathering her trail behind her, as you hand her the flowers.

“Good luck. I have got to go” you kiss her on the cheek and leave for the ballroom on the first floor where the wedding is going to take place.

You arrive at the scene, to find Taehyung already standing in front of the entrance with his navy blue suit on. You stop beside him and place your arm in his.

“You look beautiful” he comments as you fix your dress.

“You could have done better” you chuckle as you place a small kiss on his cheek. “Kidding. You look handsome as always”

“Ready?” he questions as the door opens to reveal the hall full of guests who turn around to look at the best man and the maid of honour.

“Ready” you answer with the happiest smile on your face.

You walk down the aisle, arm in arm with a spring to your feet because six months from now you'll be walking towards him and towards a future, you had seen in your head when he had kissed you all those years ago during the reunion night.

He lets go of you as you both take your respective places. Suran enters and the wedding proceeds without any major hitches.

“I do” says Yoongi and you look at Taehyung. He's looking back at you with a smile that conveys so many emotions, and so many moments of anticipation of what’s to come.

“I do” says Suran and the smile on your face grows as your gaze is locked onto Taehyung.

The wedding ends on a happy note as everyone cheers for Yoongi and Suran as they walk down the aisle as husband and wife.

. . .

During the reception, as the first dance ends for the couple, everyone else joins in and the music of Suran and Yoongi’s song fades into a familiar melody.

“Will you dance with me?” Taehyung offers his hand.

You turn to look at him, realizing it’s the same song he had played that night two years when he had first asked you to dance with him. The night you had irrevocably fallen in love with him.

You slip your hand into his, as he leads you to the dance floor. He places his hand around your waist and you place your hand on his shoulder as you begin to sway to the music. It brings back memories of that night, and you are hit with a wave of nostalgic feelings. He leads you as he did that night, twirling you around and bringing you back in.

He looks exactly as he did that night-- full of love and adoration. He offers a small smile as he keeps his eyes locked onto yours, like the whole world around him is non-existent except you. As if all he can see is you.

He looks at you the way all girls want to be looked at by a man-- as if the whole world could crumble around you and he wouldn’t blink.

End.

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sarkos · 5 years

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The Last Words of Dutch Schultz

Statements made by Arthur (Dutch Schultz) Flegenheimer were taken down by a Newark police stenographer, F. J. Lang. The notes covered a period from about 4 o'clock Thursday afternoon until Schultz died. During that period he was delirious most of the time, but lucid at intervals. A transcript of all he said follows:

Schultz at this time was irrational, suffering with a fever of 106 degrees and a bullet in his stomach. Sergeant Luke Conlon and other detectives from Newark police headquarters were at his bedside. One of the officers had a newspaper.

(Schultz noticed newspaper and spoke) - Has it been in any other papers? George, don't make no full moves. What have you done with him? Oh, mama, mama, mama. Oh stop it, stop it; eh, oh, oh. Sure, sure, mama. Now listen, Phil, fun is fun. Ah please, papa. What happened to the sixteen? Oh, oh, he done it, please. John, please, oh, did you buy the hotel? You promised a million sure. Get out. I wished I knew. Please make it quick, fast and furious. Please. Fast and furious. Please help me get out; I am getting my wind back, thank God. Please, please, oh please. You will have to please tell him, you got no case. You get ahead with the dot dash system didn't I speak that time last night. Whose number is that in your pocket book, Phi1 13780. Who was it? Oh- please, please. Reserve decision. Police, police, Henry and Frankie. Oh, oh, dog biscuits and when he is happy he doesn't get happy please, please to do this. Then Henry, Henry, Frankie you didn't even meet me. The glove will fit what I say oh, Kayiyi, oh Kayiyi. Sure who cares when you are through? How do you know this? How do you know this? Well, then oh, Cocoa know thinks he is a grandpa again. He is jumping around. No Hobo and Poboe I think he means the same thing.

Q. (from Sergeant Conlon) - Who shot you?

A.- The boss himself.

Q.- He did?

A.- Yes, I don't know.

Q.- What did he shoot you for?

A.- I showed him boss; did you hear him meet me? An appointment. Appeal stuck. All right, mother.

Q.- Was it the boss shot you?

A.- Who shot me? No one.

Q.- We will help you.

A.- Will you help me up? O.K. I won't be such a big creep. Oh, mama. I can't go through with it, please. Oh, and then he clips me; come on. Cut that out, we don't owe a nickel; hold it; instead, hold it against him; I am a pretty good pretzler -Winifred- Department of Justice. I even got it from the department. Sir, please stop it. Say listen the last night!

(Statement by Sergeant Conlon) - Don't holler.

A.- I don't want to holler.

Q.- What did they shoot you for?

A.- I don't know, sir. Honestly I don't. I don't even know who was with me, honestly. I was in the toilet and when I reached the -the boy came at me.

Q.- The big fellow gave it to you?

A.- Yes, he gave it to me.

Q.- Do you know who this big fellow was?

A.- No. If he wanted to break the ring no, please I get a month. They did it. Come on. (A name, not clear) cut me off and says you are not to be the beneficiary of this will. Is that right? I will be checked and double-checked and please pull for me. Will you pull? How many good ones and how many bad ones? Please I had nothing with him he was a cowboy in one of the seven days a week fight. No business; no hangout; no friends; nothing; just what you pick up and what you need. I don't know who shot me. Don't put anyone near this check~ you might have -please do it for me. Let me get up. heh? In the olden days they waited and they waited. Please give me a shot. It is from the factory. Sure, that is a bad. Well, oh good ahead that happens for trying. I don't want harmony. I want harmony. Oh, mamma, mamma! Who give it to him? Who give it to him? Let me in the district -fire-factory that he was nowhere near. It smoldered No, no. There are only ten of us and there ten million fighting somewhere of you, so get your onions up and we will throw up the truce flag. Oh, please let me up. Please shift me. Police are here. Communistic...strike...baloney...honestly this is a habit I get; sometimes I give it and sometimes I don't. Oh, I am all in. That settles it. Are you sure? Please let me get in and eat. Let him harass himself to you and then bother you. Please don't ask me to go there. I don't want to. I still don't want him in the path. It is no use to stage a riot. The sidewalk was in trouble and the bears were in trouble and I broke it up. Please put me in that room. Please keep him in control. My gilt edged stuff and those dirty rats have tuned in. Please mother, don't tear, don't rip; that is something that shouldn't be spoken about. Please get me up, my friends. Please, look out. The shooting is a bit wild, and that kind of shooting saved a man's life. No payrolls. No wells. No coupons. That would be entirely out. Pardon me, I forgot I am plaintiff and not defendant. Look out. Look out for him. Please. He owed me money; he owes everyone money. Why can't he just pullout and give me control? Please, mother, you pick me up now. Please, you know me. No. Don't you scare me. My friends and I think I do a better job. Police are looking for you allover. Be instrumental in letting us know. They are English-men and they are a type I don't know who is best, they or us. Oh, sir, get the doll a roofing. You can play jacks and girls do that with a soft ball and do tricks with it. I take all events into consideration. No. No. And it is no. It is confused and its says no. A boy has never wept nor dashed a thousand kim. Did you hear me?

Q. (By Detective) - Who shot you?

A.- I don't know.

Q.- How many shots were fired?

A.- I don't know.

Q.- How many?

A.- Two thousand. Come one, get some money in that treasury. We need it. Come on, please get it. I can't tell you to. That is not what you have in the book. Oh, please warden. What am I going to do for money? Please put me up on my feet at once. You are a hard boiled man. Did you hear me? I would hear it, the Circuit Court would hear it, and the Supreme Court might hear it. If that ain't the pay-off. Please crack down on the Chinaman's friends and Hitler's commander. I am sore and I am going up and I am going to give you honey if I can. Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw you too fast.

Q. (By Detective) - What did the big fellow shoot you for?

A.- Him? John? Over a million, five million dollars.

Q.- You want to get well, don't you?

A.- Yes.

Q.- Then lie quiet.

A.- Yes, I will lie quiet.

Q.- John shot and we will take care of John.

A.- That is what caused the trouble. Look out. Please let me up. If you do this, you can go on and jump right here in the lake. I know who they are. They are French people. All right. Look out, look out. Oh, my memory is gone. A work relief police. Who gets it? I don't know and I don't want to know, but look out. It can be traced. He changed for the worse. Please look out; my fortunes have changed and come back and went back since that. It was desperate. I am wobbly. You ain't got nothing on him but you got it on his helper.

Q. (By detective ) - Control yourself.

A.- But I am dying.

(Statemnt by detective) - No, you are not.

A.- Come on, mama. All right, dear, you have to get it.

At this point, Schultz's wife, Frances, was brought to his bedside. She spoke.

(Statement by Mrs. Schultz) - This is Frances.

Schultz began to talk again, saying:

Then pull me out. I am half crazy. They won't let me get up. They dyed my shoes. Open those shoes. Give me something. I am so sick. Give me some water, the only thing that I want. Open this up and break it so I can touch you. Danny, please get me in the car.

At this point Mrs. Schultz left the room.

(Sergeant Conlon questioned Schultz again) - Who shot you?

A.- I don't know. I didn't even get a look. I don't know who can have done it. Anybody. Kindly take my shoes off. (He was told that they were off.) No. There is a handcuff on them. The Baron says these things. I know what I am doing here with my collection of papers. It isn't worth a nickel to two guys like you or me but to a collector it is worth a fortune. It is priceless. I am going to turn it over to... Turn you back to me, please Henry. I am so sick now. The police are getting many complaints. Look out. I want that G-note. Look out for Jimmy Valentine for he is an old pal of mine. Come on, come on, Jim. Ok, ok, I am all through. Can't do another thing. Look out mamma, look out for her. You can't beat him. Police, mamma, Helen, mother, please take me out. I will settle the indictment. Come on, open the soap duckets. The chimney sweeps. Talk to the sword. Shut up, you got a big mouth! Please help me up, Henry. Max, come over here. French-Canadian bean soup. I want to pay. Let them leave me alone.

Schultz sank into unconsciousness then. It was 6:40 P.M. He died less than two hours later, without saying anything else. Some say this is everything from the ravings of someone on the brink of death to poetry to secrets of the mob world. You be the judge.

#The source is only up via the Wayback Machine #dutch schultz #william s. burroughs

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sevenpeaches · 5 years

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About Me Tag

Tagged by the ahga-wife @riceeater22 💜

The rules are:

Tag the person who tagged you

Answer the questions.

Tag 10 people

How tall are you?

5′7 (170 cm)

What color and style is your hair?

Brown with natural highlights that look... copper-ish? in the sun. I dunno, boring old brown. Right now, it’s about shoulder length and messy wavy unless I straighten it.

What color are your eyes?

Hazel?

Do you wear glasses?

Rarely. I wear contacts primarily and only wear my glasses if I’m being lazy and don’t want to put contacts in. I need new glasses tbh, the ones I have are from middle school and look quite dumb on me.

Do you wear braces?

No, my bottom row of teeth could use them though

What is your fashion style?

Ah, how to answer this.. Most of what I currently wear doesn’t reflect my actual style, because I’m too broke to afford what I want (rip). My fashion style depends on the day/my mood. It ranges from cutesy/girly, to athletic wear, rocker chick vibe, chic and preppy, and straight up comfortable hobo. So I suppose my fashion sense is versatile

Full name?

Mina Peaches, Princess of Contradictions, Mother of Cats, Breaker of Hearts, etc etc I’m not giving my full name.

When were you born?

February 24th, 1995

Where are you from and where do you live now?

The US -- New England (any got7 fans around me? No one likes kpop here, come be my friend)

What school do you go to?

I don’t anymore~ all graduated

What kind of student are you?

The one that never shows up to class, yet aces it. Don’t hate me, I put a lot more stress on myself than necessary this way. I procrastinate too much, but absolutely can’t stand not doing well in school. So, I study last minute, write papers last minute, stay up all night the night before something is due. And then I’m all Squidward meme of him looking like hell handing in his work. I used to be the student that wouldn’t study at all, but would still get straight A’s -- until I started going to my last Uni, where classes were actually difficult and I needed to learn how to study properly asap.

Do you like school?

I love learning new things, but I don’t really like the way our education system goes about teaching us. They take out all of the curiosity and fun and just make it so stressful and expensive.

Favorite subject?

Hmm... science and english

Favorite TV show?

Ah so many? Game of Thrones, Grey’s Anatomy, Naruto, Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo, Dream Knight (had to), Real Got7, Real Thai, literally any show with Got7 or Got7 members in it (Mafia, He is Psychometric), The 100, and many more I can’t think of right now...

Favourite movie?

Just one? Since I can never pick favorites, here’s another list. Almost any Disney movie (specifically The Lion King, Mulan, The Aristocats, Atlantis, so much more). Your Name, The Princess Bride, The Money Pit, LOTR series and The Hobbit, Harry Potter movies, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, and more

Favorite books?

Let’s see... Honestly I read the hell out of the Warrior cats series when I was younger, judge me all you want -- I love that universe. A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls was the first book to break my little heart, Winterdance by Gary Paulsen, The Promise of Stardust by Priscille Sibley, Night World series by L.J. Smith, Halo by Alexandra Adornetto. A lot of young adult romance books from middle and highschool as well.

Favorite pastime?

Anything pertaining to Got7 (reading fics, watching content, writing fics, editing pics, gushing about them with others, loving them at all times), watching youtubers like Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. Reading, writing, video games sometimes, finding pretty places to explore in nature

Do you have any regrets?

I regret allowing others take advantage of me and my kindness, and of not putting myself first from the beginning. I regret some of my choices on who I let into my life.

Dream job?

A writer who lives somewhere surrounded by nature, forest or sea idk. Maybe a travel writer. I feel like I would’ve made a good youtuber or streamer, if I had started earlier, like right from the beginning of youtube with all the big name gamers.

Would you like to get married?

If it’s with the right person

Would you like to have kids?

Again, if it’s with the right person

How many?

2? Or maybe just cats. In which case, I’m not limiting how many

Do you like shopping?

Yes, but I’d like it more if I had money~

What countries have you visited?

I’ve never been out of my country. Help, I want to travel so bad

Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

Hm, I’ve had plenty of freaky ones... the most recent I can think of -- It was nighttime and I was in an unfamiliar house. The feeling of dread, tension, and terror was suffocating. I was hiding from... something. Some.. beast, was stalking me. It was like a weird hybrid of a werewolf, one of those deer skull creatures, and a human of some sort. And it was huge. I was sneaking around the house as quiet as I could, but since I didn’t know the house well... I turned a corner, and there it was. Thank goodness I can sometimes take control and lucid dream/wake myself up, because it was leaping for me and my subconscious was like NOPE and woke me tf up.

One that I had when I was a kid stuck with me forever. I was at a birthday party at this old mansion. There were so many kids there, my parents were there too, along with the parents of some of the other kids. We were all playing games and enjoying ourselves, and then we were gathered together while my dad brought the cake out. When I looked at the cake, I realized it was actually the head of some monster. I stepped back in shock, but as I looked around, I noticed that no one was fazed by this. Everyone was acting like it was a normal cake, like they couldn’t see what it really was. The moment my dad started to slice the ‘cake’ I had to get out of there.

So I started running through the halls, trying to find a way out. It became dark and impossible to know where I was. I rounded a corner and saw the silhouette of a woman. Her back was to me. I started to ask if she could help me, but as the words were leaving my mouth, she slowly turned around and severed her own head off. Her head bounced to my feet, eyes stuck open. Blood was spurting out of both her head and the neck of the body that was still standing for a moment too long before crashing to the floor, covering my poor traumatized ass in so much blood. I don’t remember after that, I think I woke up.

Since I’m already on a rant, I’ll just finish with saying that, as a kid, I used to get nightmares about tornadoes all the time. Even though I had never seen one in real life at the time, and I live in a relatively safe place from that kind of weather. And it was always in those dreams that I could not run fast to save my life. I hate those dreams, where your in dream body is as physically useless as your current sleeping body, you can’t move fast, your punches are weak as hell, sometimes you can’t open your eyes or stand. Lots of fun. Okay, rant over. Ask me about my dreams sometimes, they can be pretty cool.

Any enemies?

Honestly, I don’t think so. There’s a lot of people I don’t like, but people don’t tend to have a problem with me. Wanna be my arch nemesis?

Any significant others?

Nah

Do you believe in miracles?

Yes~ life is a miracle, Got7 is a miracle, Ahgase are miracles, the world shows us little miracles each day, even if we don’t recognize them.

How are you?

I’m better than I was earlier today. But now it’s late, and I can’t sleep. What else is new?

I’ll tag: @maddiekira @madeitwang @screechingaussie (only if you want~ 💌)

#tagged #aboutme #about

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zacklover24 · 5 years

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Blood moon chapter 2 preview

“Let's see if we can make you look less like a hobo and more like the John seed everyone loves to hate.” Charlie says with happy tone. Joseph had done a great job at getting John clean after his workout with Jacob. He was starting to look like his old self again. His beard needed to be shaved and trimmed but right now she was working on his hair.

“Thank you dove.” John tells her. It was only John, kim, the baby, CJ and charlie at the house. Everyone else went into town to talk to the pastor about fox bunker being so close to falls end.

“Let's see here your hair is still damp which makes this so much easier.” As she picked a comb and some scissors and started to trim his hair. Kim, Charlie, and John were in the kitchen. With Kim looking over maps, when CJ came and sat down with a basket of colorful yarn.

“Is that the yarn you got from rumplestiltskin?” She asks watching him pull out red and green yarn, followed by blue and red, and then dark blue and black.

“Why yes it is. I felt in the mood to make weave some bracelets together.” CJ tells her.

“Nothing wrong with that.” Charlie mutters.

“Charlie where did you learn to cut hair?” Kim asks.

“Donna know just did.” Charlie admits with a causal shrug, “Just weird skill I picked up.”

“Translation it's a skill she learned due to being bored and hanging out with kat who knows how to cut hair even those she is a vet.” CJ says chiming in. “Charlie have you noticed how it got and over cast?”

“Were probably getting more snow. No big deal.” As she was busy cutting john hair

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Twist Of Fate - Ch04 - (Trixya) - katyahzamo

A/N: Trixie and Katya are finally reunited. All future chapters will take place in the present, unless indicated otherwise. What’s going to happen next?

A reminder: Trixie is a hairdresser and Katya is a struggling photographer slash yoga instructor. Lesbian AU. Read the chapters on AO3 and/or come hang out on my tumblr katyahzamo!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Katya hears herself laugh, but her eyes look for tiny changes in Trixie’s appearance, and the longer she looks the more she sees. She’s as tall as ever, slightly towering over Katya, but the dress, taut and pink, hugs her body differently. Trixie’s lost a bit of weight, her waist much smaller than the last time Katya has seen her, but her curves are still there, hips wide and thighs strong enough to break Katya’s neck if they so wished, shaping her into a perfect hourglass figure. Barbie who?

July 2018

Trixie is right there, and Katya is already on her feet, realizing she looks like a dumbass with her wet hair, lipstick smudged but not as bad as her glasses, the towel previously around her shoulders discarded on the floor somewhere. She feels like the kid who got caught red-handed, though she is not sure what exactly she feels startled about.

The soft look on Trixie’s face makes it worse, and now Katya is sure that she has stepped into a time machine that took her back to 2016.

“You look terrible.”

Trixie is the one who speaks again, expert at re-routing Katya’s overworked brain, hauling her thoughts back into present, making her terribly self-conscious of how much of a mess she looks like.

“Thanks, it’s the new look I’m trying. Hobo chic.”

A pair of arms finds her bony shoulders and pulls her into a hug, and Katya can’t remember the last time she felt this stupefied. The closest thing was the night Sharon told her she’s moving out, and even then Katya’s limbs worked properly, pacing around their tiny apartment with an unlit cigarette in her hands, trying to fix the shitstorm their relationship has become at that point in time. It didn’t really help. Obviously.

Thankfully it seems that her body has a mind of its own and reacts instinctively, because she is hugging Trixie back, holding her tightly for two long moments.

“You’re wearing glasses.”

It’s a statement, not a question, which comes from Trixie once they pull back. Katya’s still holding onto Trixie’s hand that she squeezes before letting go.

“Old age finally caught up to me. I’m almost as blind as a bat now.”

“Fitting, because you definitely look like one.”

Katya hears herself laugh, but her eyes look for tiny changes in Trixie’s appearance, and the longer she looks the more she sees. She’s as tall as ever, slightly towering over Katya, but the dress, taut and pink, hugs her body differently. Trixie’s lost a bit of weight, her waist much smaller than the last time Katya has seen her, but her curves are still there, hips wide and thighs strong enough to break Katya’s neck if they so wished, shaping her into a perfect hourglass figure. Barbie who?

Katya’s staring, pale blue eyes flitting over from Trixie’s hips to her face, softer makeup and round cheeks that seemed to have lost some of their youthful chubbiness.

She’s as beautiful as ever.

“You look amazing.” Katya says, and Kim snorts from behind them, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t watching this exchange carefully. Trixie rolls her eyes at the sound, but the smile doesn’t disappear when she speaks again.

“Thanks. I give myself two weeks in Boston before I’m back to being the white American trash.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you never stopped being one.” Kim chirps and Trixie shoots her another look through her laughter before motioning to the chair where Katya was sitting.

Latrice is quick to suggest Trixie cuts Katya’s hair soon after, and it’s not long before Katya’s in front of the mirror again, eyes glued to Trixie. Luckily enough the other girls seem to have returned to their work, though the blonde one, Brianna, still throws curious glances their way, making Katya think she knows something that even Katya doesn’t. Either that, or Katya’s overthinking it again, which is a more likely scenario.

“When did you come back?” She’s happy that her voice is back to its usual, raspy self, feeling comfortable as soon as Trixie’s fingers start combing through her wet hair, studying it like a sculptor was to examine a piece she hasn’t worked on in a long time.

“Oh just last week. I barely had time to look for an apartment, and I feel like Kim’s about to throw me out from her couch if I don’t get moving soon.”

“Wait… so you’re staying? For good?”

Katya must have a hopeful look on her face because Trixie is grinning at her in the mirror, smoothing out blonde strands down Katya’s front after she’s taken off the glasses that rest in Katya’s fidgeting fingers.

“Oh yeah, I’ve had enough of Europe.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She says, shrugging, both hands stopping on Katya’s shoulders, feeling warm even through the cape and the towel, burning Katya’s skin, “It was either leaving Germany for another European country, or returning here. None of the cities I visited felt like home enough so I figured coming back would be best, you know?”

“Oh yeah, I get that.”

“And I learned some cool stuff over there, so bringing it here makes my work more unique. If I stayed there, I’ve been doing the same thing everyone else does. Here- not so much.”

“So you came back to be a fancy European hairdresser in the middle of Boston.”

“Basically, yes.”

They both laugh and Katya closes her eyes when Trixie’s fingers find her scalp, splitting her hair down the middle.

“You grew out your bangs.” Trixie says, and only then do her eyes open again.

“Yeah, they didn’t know how to cut them the way you did so this was easier.”

“I told you not to go to Tammie before I left, Katya.”

“I didn’t come here actually, I cut my hair closer to where I work.”

“So Kim wasn’t joking when she said you haven’t been here since I left?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Trixie digs through the drawer for a pair of scissors like Katya has seen her do a million times before, and smiles to herself.

“Do you want me to cut them again?”

“Yes, make me look like that Atomic Bland Charlize Theron fantasy.”

Trixie’s shrieking laughter is louder than Katya remembers it, and it makes her laugh just as much as it always did.

“Okay Katya, one Atomic Bland haircut coming right up.”

Katya stays around the salon even after her hair is done, since apparently Trixie isn’t back working at the Honey just yet, and officially starts Monday. It gives them time to go outside once the storm has passed, Katya smoking a cigarette and Trixie scrunching her nose at the smell.

“Anything new happening in Boston?”

A cloud of smoke puffs through Katya’s nostrils and she looks over at Trixie who’s leaned on the wall, watching her.

“No, not really. I don’t go out much, between yoga classes and working on my new portfolio, I barely have time for socializing.”

“Is Violet still around?”

“Oh yeah, she’s working at a modeling agency up north. She’s the one I bother when I need new portraits, and you know how much Violet loves having her photos taken.”

Trixie nods, and checks the phone that buzzes twice. Whatever it is on there, it makes her smile and suddenly Katya’s curious. It doesn’t last long because Trixie’s eyes are on her again, head tilted.

“So you’re finally chasing your photography dreams?”

“Yeah, figured now’s the good as time as any. I have a steady income from yoga and couple of photography gigs, so I started taking classes. I’m saving up for a new camera but I have to find a more affordable apartment now. Violet’s been offering we move in together, but I’ll see.”

The last sentence makes Trixie stand a bit straighter, and her teeth catch her bottom lip as if she’s deciding if it’s any of her business. Katya knows what the question is before Trixie can say it.

“What about Sharon?”

“Oh, that’s… we broke up. Six months ago.”

“Aw. I’m sorry, Katya.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s been a long time coming.”

Trixie still look sorry, and also looks like she’s about to reach out to touch Katya’s arm, but her phone buzzes and distracts her again. Katya says nothing but watches her instead, taking another drag of her cigarette.

“Anyway, there’s this club that my friend Craig works at, recently opened. Do you have any plans tonight? Maybe we can go, old times’ sake?”

Katya’s surprised how easily it comes out, even a little proud of herself. Her relationship with Sharon has destroyed her self-image, which she only became aware of months after break-up, and has to work on to this day. Ginger has suggested a therapist in those first couple of weeks, but Katya is yet to find a person she could open up to without feeling like crawling out of her skin.

“That sounds great Katya, but I can’t tonight.”

Oh.

“I already made plans with some of the people here, and Bob’s going to kill me if I don’t call him up while he’s here. Raincheck?”

There is no reason for disappointment that tugs at her insides, Katya thinks, so she’s nodding and stubbing out her cigarette, pushing her glasses up her nose and finally exhales, smiling.

“Raincheck.”

Her temporary apartment is maybe half the size of her and Sharon’s old one, but feels empty even with shelves full of books and boxes of old clothes Katya has no interest or time unpacking. It seems even emptier without Salem, the little cat they adopted from the shelter together. Sharon went to live with her parents and they both agreed the cat would have a more stable life living in one place with two other cats Sharon’s parents owned. It was definitely better than being left alone with Sharon traveling all the time and Katya too. Katya had every intention of traveling around the country and taking up photography jobs as soon as her class is done and she has saved up a little.

Traveling seems like a distant future now, when she hops into the shower, and wishes she at least had the cat to keep her company, instead of half-eaten Chinese on the coffee table in front of the TV and Netflix playing FRIENDS reruns for the umpteenth time.

It’s past nine pm when she’s done looking through and editing the latest photos she’s taken of Violet. She looks stunning and reminds her of Dita Von Teese just to the right extent, which was the ultimate goal during the photoshoot they had the week before. Katya plops down on the worn out couch and props her feet on the coffee table, flexing her sore thighs from the intense yoga workout that morning and sends her favorite shots to Violet for feedback.

She finds herself opening Tinder as she takes a sip of the flat coke left over from that morning, scrunching her nose at the aftertaste it leaves in her mouth, scrolling lazily through newest messages without opening any of them. Every girl that pops up on the app is swiped left, as Katya barely pays attention to how they look or what they’ve written. It seems as if she’s looking for something - someone, and she pauses for a few seconds over every blonde with thick long hair and big tits.

Would Trixie even have Tinder? Katya thinks as big IT’S A MATCH! flashes across her screen and she does absolutely nothing about. Trixie never talked about her love life in the first place, never mentioning any exes or her dating life. Katya knows she’s gay, but that’s about it. If Trixie found anyone in Germany – she wouldn’t have come back, would she? She didn’t mention anyone while cutting Katya’s hair or while standing with Katya outside of the salon while she smoked.

Why does Katya care if Trixie is single, anyway? It’s a thought that crosses her mind, but she doesn’t need to dig too deep to get the answer. She’s aware now, two years later, that she’s always had a small crush on her gorgeous, blonde hairdresser with the best sense of humor in the world. When she was with Sharon it was something she never wanted to admit to herself, but now… Her stomach flips at the possibility since Trixie is back. It’s probably just wishful thinking and boredom speaking, anyway.

Another message arrives on Tinder and she closes the app with a huff, opening Instagram instead. She has followed Trixie for a while now there, but aside from several landscape or animal photos from two years ago, she wasn’t on there at all. Twenty-seven notifications catch her attention and she thinks it’s probably people liking her latest headshot of Violet, and some of them are.

trixie.mattel liked your post

trixie.mattel, pin.up_dolls and 18 others started following you.

Katya blinks at the screen and notices that she is grinning, wondering how Trixie found her profile in the first place. She taps the username and finds that Trixie has a new profile, not the one that Katya was following, and this one is filled with photos from Trixie’s life in Europe. This Instagram is full of Berlin’s architecture, different foods, different faces of beautiful girls whose makeup and hair Trixie did, and only a handful of those with Trixie’s face. Katya finds out that Bob has visited Trixie in Berlin at least once, Tammie and Kim too, and suddenly wishes she could have done the same.

Her finger hovers over the Follow Back button only for a split second before she clicks it, then goes back to see that all the photos Trixie liked were not of Violet or any of the other models, but of Katya’s selfies, Salem and one of Katya by the pool, taken by Sharon over a year ago, standing in chakrasana pose.

Katya’s palms are sweaty when she closes instagram to breathe, then goes on Facebook to find three notifications:

Honey Salon tagged you in a post.

Violet Chachki, Ginger Minj and 75 other people reacted to a photo you are tagged in.

1 friend request: Trixie Mattel

The photo is of her new Atomic Bland haircut, taken by the new girl with blue-green hair (whose name Katya forgot) as soon as Trixie was done earlier today. It looks amazing. There are no comments under it, but that’s where Trixie must have found her. She accepts the friend request and scrolls through Trixie’s profile, the only post from the past two months a check in to Boston Logan Airport a week before. Her stomach makes several somersaults when she goes through Trixie’s profile photos, the latest one in front of the Berlin Wall taken in August 2017, and likes it before she can overthink.

Ding.

Katya feels butterflies explode in her stomach as she gets a Messenger notification and sees Trixie’s photo pop up. She immediately gets up, walks over to her small fridge, gets a new can of Coke, her spare pack of cigarettes, and sits next to the kitchen window so she can smoke. She is shit at texting, that much is sure. Would she and Trixie have things to talk about? Why is Trixie messaging her, didn’t she have plans tonight, why—

You and Trixie Mattel are now connected on Messenger. Wave to say hello!

Katya takes off her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose, then rubs her eyes and with a groan realizes she still has some eyeshadow and mascara residue from the day. She is definitely ready for bed, so she smokes quickly, Messenger still open when she stubs out the cigarette and closes the window so the AC can make the hot summer night a bit more bearable. Her finger slips while she brushes her teeth, and Katya stares at the little You waved at Trixie!, feeling like a teenage boy not knowing what to do about his first crush on the pretty girl from his class. Nothing happens even after she climbs gets into her queen sized bed, the only piece of furniture left from her and Sharon’s life. She tries to mentally will Trixie to do something, at least message her first but Trixie must be still out at this hour on a Saturday night.

Katya doesn’t know when she fell asleep, and the phone she held in her hand slipped and fell on the floor sometime during the night. She wakes up with a start some nine hours later, past 7:30am, woken up by the sunlight peeking through the heavy curtains. Her freshly cut short hair is sticking in all directions and clinging to her sweaty neck when she gets into the shower. It’s only halfway through her second cigarette and half a cup of coffee that she’s awake enough to remember what happened the night before. Fumbling through the discarded clothes on the floor, Katya pulls out her phone to find many instagram notifications and texts from Violet, before she opens Messenger with a little (1) next to Trixie’s photo.

You and Trixie waved at each other!

There are no notifications from Trixie for the rest of the Sunday, or the first half of the following week. Katya does nothing to message first, either, torn between being busy with photography classes, work, and worry that she’d make a complete ass of herself in front of Trixie. She has no idea how to flirt anymore, having been in a relationship for such a long time. All of her Tinder hookups did not involve a lot of talking, and Katya used it mostly to relieve the pent up frustration not even yoga or running could get out of her system. How young people get into relationships with only a set of emojis and snapchat exchanges these days, she has no idea. Even though she is only in her early 30s, Katya feels ancient.

It’s not like she doesn’t have the ability to flirt, either, since her and Trixie’s banter felt organic even when she was nervous around her, but Katya being Katya, is worried she’d get too overbearing too soon for Trixie. They are both different people than they were two years ago, so she has no idea if they would hit it off as well as they used to, when Katya was still taken and Trixie was leaving for another continent. Talk about bad timing.

The situation, though more simple now, is also complicated because what if Trixie turns her down and she is never able to step her foot into Honey again, after just getting her favorite hairdresser back? Or what if she doesn’t turn her down but then Katya is such a fuck up she disappoints Trixie, which would result in the same scenario of Katya having to find another place to cut her hair in again?

It’s a bit easier to focus on the present instead of ‘what ifs’ four days later while she’s sitting in a park several blocks away from her apartment on a warm Wednesday afternoon. She’s working on her photography Facebook and Instagram pages for homework, laptop balancing on her knees and Subway sandwich half-forgotten on the bench beside her. Her browser shows twenty-five tabs open and Katya can feel the sweat forming on her forehead despite the shade and the light breeze, wondering when the rainfall would start today and force her to go into one of the nearby cafés. It always got unbearably humid right before the storm, and every single day this week has been the same.

One of her tabs pings a facebook notification. Katya hopes it’s more people responding to her page invitation and she quickly pulls it up it to check. Instead of people liking her page, she’s gotten an invitation for an event happening in Boston that Friday. It’s from Trixie.

DJ PEARL LIAISON joins the lineup for the biggest LGBTQIA+ party in town! Bring your friends! All ticket proceedings will go to raising HIV awareness and fund housing of youth living with AIDS!

Trixie Mattel is going. Violet and 3 other friends are interested in this event.

Katya stares at her name and wonders whether this is a mass invitation Trixie has sent, or if it’s a personal thing, an attempt to connect with Katya without making it awkward? But Trixie isn’t awkward at all, Katya thinks, Trixie is always open and loud and says what she thinks. Katya’s not breathing as she opens the messenger app, deciding to do a second daring thing within seven days. Talk about living dangerously. She vehemently ignores the dumb ‘wave’ exchange and types before her overthinking mind can stop her.

Katya Zamolodchikova: Hey Tracy, ‘sup?

Katya Zamolodchikova: I saw the invitation you just sent

Katya Zamolodchikova: Are you going?

Okay, that wasn’t painful at all, Katya thinks as she hurriedly switches the tab and goes back to looking at designs she’d use for her business card. The messenger notification is instant, the little ding going off on her phone and browser at the same time.

Trixie Mattel: Katie! thought you’d never ask ;)

Katya watches the dots hopping in the chat window, painfully aware that Trixie is calling her out on this radio silence ever since they connected on social media.

Trixie Mattel: Yeah, a bunch of people I know are going :D :D :D

Trixie Mattel: Do you want to come? :)

The excess use of emojis makes Katya laugh, but she replies immediately.

Katya Zamolodchikova: Sure!

Trixie Mattel: Great, I saw Violet’s interested too, bring her along :D

Katya sighs, staring at the message. If Trixie wants her to bring a friend, this can’t be a date. But, why is she thinking about dates? For all she knows, Trixie is just being nice and is excited to be in contact with her again. As a friend. Maybe it’s better that Katya brings Violet, after all, since Trixie mentioned a bunch of people and Katya is anything but comfortable being in a group where she only knows one person.

Katya Zamolodchikova: Violet probably knows this entire lineup, so I’m sure she’ll go. We’ll be there.

Katya Zamolodchikova: :D :) :D

Trixie Mattel: Great! see you Friday, Zamo :* :* :*

Katya Zamolodchikova: See ya!

Katya Zamolodchikova : :*

Katya is about to log out of Facebook immediately, deciding it would be best to leave the pages for tomorrow, knowing she will not be able to focus fully on task at hand now. She’ll be seeing Trixie, again, in a casual setting after almost two years. There will be dancing, and drinks, and Violet will probably be busy with pretty girls flocking to her, so anything could happen. She feels her excitement beat against her ribcage, and when another notification comes, she can feel it in the tips of her fingers too.

Trixie Mattel: Btw, give me your number so we can find each other easily on Friday?

Trixie Mattel: We’ll be there around 11:00pm

As Katya sends her phone number to Trixie and packs her laptop and sandwich, she looks towards the dark clouds that are gathering and smiles. Things might be looking up after all.

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years

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Demon AU: 666 So Fresh- Chapter 4

We’re doing something new this time. This chapter is not from the POV of our three demon spawn. Instead, we see what the police are up to. Also, the Cop Chapters will be signaled by these angel wings instead of the rose.

Warnings: Graphic depiction of dead body, mentions of body horror, blood mentions, knife mention, alcohol mention

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Officer Namjoon was the first to arrive on the scene with his partner Jin. There were lots of people running out of the frat party and sitting on the sidewalk. Several people were crying, others were just confused. He quickly called for backup while Jin started to organize things outside. They had to keep it contained.

Dead body at a frat party. Not good. They wouldn’t get a lot of accurate stories due to the amount of alcohol in people’s systems. A lot of under-aged drinkers would get in trouble and were already paranoid and secretive towards cops. Still, because of the situation, most would be let off with a light warning.

As the crime scene was closed off, statements were taken. There was a whole lot of blood and a whole lot of knives. Blood pattern said that none of them were the murder weapon. The kid’s face was ripped up pretty badly, but not as badly as his crotch which basically didn’t exist anymore. If he had survived, he wouldn’t have had any kids of his own afterwards. He chest was mostly untouched.

“It looks like a bear attack or something. Not human, at all.” Namjoon said while Jin refused to look.

Instead, he stood in the hallway, “Poor kid. I wonder what happened.”

Namjoon covered his nose with a rag, “I’m pretty sure we know what happened, Jin-hyung. It’s a demon. I wonder what he did to provoke them.”

Jin scoffed, “You don’t have to provoke a demon! They’re demons! All they want to do is cause harm to humans mentally, spiritually--” He gagged at the scent. “Physically. I need some fresh air.”

His partner followed, telling another cop to confiscate all the alcoholic content in the building. Cling wrap in the bathtub contained a blueish liquid that wreaked of fruit punch, vodka, sprite, cheap beer, and ice. It went down the drain.

As soon as he walked outside, Jin’s feet were met with a puddle of alcohol induced vomit. At least it wasn’t blood or another dead body. Kim Seokjin’s need to help save the world outweighed his squeamish tendencies. He was a literal angel, after all. One of the hundreds dispatched to Earth to be someone’s guardian. His ward was Namjoon. Being his partner against crime was a sure fire way to keep an eye on him. So far, it was working.

Namjoon had a lot of good in him. He was 40% human and 60% curiosity. Jin tried to make sure that his curiosity didn’t lead him astray and towards sin. He kept demons away from his friend and was always there to talk to him.

Anyways, after gathering statements from dozens of young adults in various stages of inebriation, it was time for the desk work part of the job. They had to read through them and find commonalities between them and make sure what was written made sense. Several of the kids had lawyered up, making things difficult. They probably knew nothing, but it was part of the job.

Another stack was placed on Namjoon’s desk.

“Really, Chief? Another one?”

Chief Bang shrugged, “A lot of kids called in with things they thought would help. I want it done before dinner, Joon.” and off he went.

Namjoon sighed just as his partner entered with coffee and bagels. “You always know what I need, Jin. I appreciate it.” He sniffed the wafting heat and it filled his lungs with hope that they’d get through the day without napping on the job.

It wasn’t long until Namjoon put on his cleanest uniform and stood next to the chief as he announced the horrible death that was taking social media by storm. The young man came from a rich family that was angry and upset and wanted to know who was responsible for his death. They weren’t very nice about it, but they were grieving. Other civilians were worried this would happen elsewhere.

No one wanted to die in the same way since it was so horrible. The photos that people had taken of the carnage had been reported and/or deleted due to their graphic quality and since they were part of an ongoing police investigation. The DNA sweep of the room turned up not much. That guy got around, and that meant so did Namjoon and Jin.

It was mostly over the phone interviews since most had gone home for summer about now. They didn’t know anything; they were just sad that one of the most mediocre fucks they’ve had were now dead. The funeral would be held in a few days. There was one set of DNA that was too contaminated to get anything decent from. It was hair, but just a strand, no bulb. Wavier than most others that they had found.

Namjoon believed in Demons. He had ever since he was young, and so he began to learn about them. Soon enough, he knew in his heart of hearts that he wanted to protect the world from such danger. However, because people who chased demons had a sight he did not have, Namjoon became a police officer instead.

He saved the world from humans and Hell Spawn alike, or well, his part of the world at least. It helped his rest easy knowing that he was doing the best he could to save the lives of innocent people. Still, this attack was really weird, he thought as he lay in bed.

It was crazy violent and traumatic as a death, but it was so focused. Face and crotch, not after the heart at all. It made him toss and turn most of the night thinking about what that could possibly mean.

There was nothing until the next day. Chief had called him to his office as soon as he set foot into the precinct.

“Tell me how a dead boy’s credit card was used across the state, Namjoon. It can’t unless it was stolen by the one who killed him.”

“Or the person threw the wallet out and some hobo picked it up, Sir.” he replied.

Chief Bang nodded, “Yes, yes, that’s also an option, but it’s best if you go check it out.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll contact Jin right away, and we’ll go.”

“Make sure to check in with local law enforcement. I’ll tell them you’re coming, so let them know when you get there. Don’t want any trouble. Dismissed.”

Jin and Namjoon showed up in a town that was quite...desolate to say the least. A gas station here, a McDonald’s there. Sheriff’s office. Not many people and most looked related. Showing up to the gas station where a teen wearing so many piercings on each ear and in their nose, it seemed to ring true.

“You’re the policemen from Seoul, right?” Their heavily lined eyes searched their uniforms.

“Yes we are, young…” Jin began.

“Spirit of darkness.” They said and then sighed at their confused and blank reactions. “My dad’ll be here soon. He’s the sheriff. I can’t say anything without him here.”

Namjoon smiled, “Understood.”

He showed up soon, a rather fit man with long wavy hair. He introduced himself as Heechul and shook the men’s hands.

“Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice.” Jin said. “So, what happened? How come whoever had the card isn’t in custody?”

He tucked his hair back, “Kid doesn’t tell me anything until after they come home. Told me about a card that took a long time to go through and then came up bad. Manually made it work out since dude said it belonged to his boyfriend. They’re a good person, but gets a bit too excited when people are in the same group as them, y’know, the lgbt+ fam.”

Namjoon smiled at them, “It’s ok. I’m just glad you let us know as soon as you did. Still, if whoever had it made it here under 24 hours, who knows where they are now? Do you remember what the man looked like, Spirit of Darkness?”

The teen gave a small smile, “Really cute. Pale. Brown hair. Came in with two other people, one masculine, the other feminine. Didn’t really pay much attention to them. He was just really cute. I’m sorry that I can’t give you a lot of info.”

The officers assured that the kid was fine and got as many details as they could. They asked about the cameras that were set up, but they were just for show. No need to get them replaced since people rarely stopped here. Most came down the ramp but thought everything was shut down, making them turn back.

The officers and the sheriff said their goodbyes. They didn’t have much to go on, but it was more than they had before. It was a trio who had the card. Jin was sure at least one of them was a demon leading the other two astray.

“Let’s just find the boy’s killer and put them away, alright? No more talk of demons unless we’re sure.”

“I am. You are. I know you felt the aura in that room. Weak but demon-like. No doubt in my mind that it had something to do with Hell Spawn!”

Namjoon shook his head, “Jin. Please. I just want to do my job, and you know how we always fight about this topic. I don’t want to fight, so drop it, at least until we get more information one way or another.”

He sighed, “Fine. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Now, look up something to eat on the way back. I’m thinking steak.”

“It’s my turn. Let’s get shrimp.”

The two bickered about this all the time, but it was their favorite argument. They had such different tastes when it came to food. Over time, their tastes sort of melded together, but they still could never agree on a place to eat in under 10 minutes.

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werenzki · 7 years

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Zach Werenski #2.3

Anonymous said: Hi! Your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you were going to do another part to the Werenski mini series? It's soo good!

Anonymous said: Can you continue zach #2 imagine pleaseee

A/N: after getting so many other requests, i kinda put this mini series to the side but i couldn’t resist anymore and you sending guys me these request made it obvious i can’t stay away for too too long.. plus it’s still summer so who doesn’t love some summer love am i right???

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This week at the lake flew by for you. Before you knew it, it was the last evening with everyone and you were trying not to pout too hard about it. Truthfully you were going to miss the simplicity of these summer days and nights with all of your best friends - and of course, your boyfriend, Zach too.

After deciding to take out the boats one last time, you and the girls took one last swim by the dock - which was disrupted by the boys shenanigans yet again. Soon enough everyone was complaining of how hungry they were, so the last of the food was cooked up. Which ended up being a bunch of burgers and hot dogs because you were still lost teenagers when it came to being prepared.

“You look hot manning the grill,” you said to Zach while wrapping your arms around him and hugging him from behind.

Zach finished flipping the burgers and closed the lid of the barbecue before turning around and looking at you, “and you look pretty damn hot in my shirt,” he said and kissed your lips.

After your bikini had dried off you took the first big t-shirt you saw out of your bedroom, which happened to be one of Zach’s Blue Jacket ones of course. The shirt came to about mid thigh and honestly you probably looked more like a hobo than hot. But hey, when your boyfriend compliments you, you take it.

You and Zach were kissing, pecking each others lips a few times, when his brother came up and nudged you two. Zach immediately put an arm around you while glaring at his brother. Brad rolled his eyes and pointed to the barbecue.

“Don’t burn the burgers, dude,” he said.

“They’re fine, Brad,” Zach resorted back at him with the same eye roll. Brad set down the barbecue sauce and cheese he had brought out and then went to sit beside Jessica again. The two had been pretty close this trip, and you just knew Jessica wasn’t going to shut up about it.

After looking at the two for another moment as Zach focused back on the burgers, you pecked his cheek and then went into the house. You were in charger of the salads. So you started simply cut open the pre-made bags and put them into a couple stainless steel bowls. After finishing up the salads, you cut up lettuce and tomatoes for the burgers just as Zach walked in with a place full of burgers.

The guys were on Zach’s heels as he entered the kitchen, they all grabbed plates as you finished putting out everything for dinner. Instead of joining the hungry boys of the house, Zach came up beside you and waited. For a moment you let yourself fall into the thought of being older and living with Zach, cooking dinners together some nights and maybe one day feeding your children.

With the thought, you looked up at Zach and smiled. Sensing you staring at him, he looked back down at you. His dark brows pulled together and he put his arm around your shoulder.

“What?” Zach questioned your look.

You shrugged and leaned into his side, “nothing,” you replied.

Zach left it at that and held you till everyone had their plates full and then he handed you a plate. You smiled and thanked him softly before loading up your plate - half of it being of caesar salad - and then found yourself sitting beside Brad while he stuffed half his second burger into his mouth.

“Cute, Brad,” you muttered and stabbed your salad.

“Ya love me,” Brad smirked and spoke with his mouth full.

You rolled your eyes, falling on Zach as he took the seat beside you, “wrong she loves me,” he said and took a sip of his beer.

You saw the look in Brad’s eyes, an argument was brewing - over some stupid like usual with these Werenski boys. “I love you both, now eat,” you said. Brad huffed satisfied and engulfed his burger again.

Zach leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “we all know you love me more,” he stated.

You rolled your eyes and chewed your bite of salad before talking, “I’d say that’s pretty obvious,” you said.

Zach smirked, he too being satisfied before leaning forward and beginning to eat his dinner. As everyone finished eating, or went back for seconds, a conversation sparked and you leaned back in your chair while listening. Once Zach was finished eating, he leaned back as well and rested his hand on your thigh, causing that usual chill to do through your body.

As the sun set, Zach’s thumb brushed dangerously close to your inner thigh. Finally having enough of his teasing, you brushed off his hand - causing him to look up at you while you stood up from your seat. You started to collect the dirty plates and cleaned up the table before walking into the quiet house. Everyone, except Kim who was sleeping off a sunburn, was outside currently talking about starting a fire as you filled the dishwasher.

“Are you okay?” Zach asked, his voice gentle, as he entered the kitchen while a few empty beer bottles.

You blew a piece of hair from in front of your face and stood straight once having the dishwasher going. Watching you, Zach set the beer bottles into the recycling bin and then shut the little closet and walked towards you. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you and pushing you back till you leaned against the counter.

“I’m fine,” you smiled.

“That’s like the biggest lie in woman code, I know my stuff, Y/N,” Zach said confidently - obviously proud of himself for reading an article or two on modern woman.

“I am fine,” you said while toying with the collar of the polo Zach was wearing. Sighing, you continued and looked at where you hand laid on his chest. “I’m just going to miss this, that’s all,” you explained.

“Me too,” Zach agreed before pulling you into his chest and hugging you. Your hand could feel the patter of his heart beat under it, making you smile into his chest.

“But it’s been fun, really fun,” you said while resting your head against Zach’s chest.

“I know, you’ve proven you can really drink this summer,”

You chuckled and leaned back, knowing very well he was also referring the to time he woke up to you puking in the middle of the night. You blamed Brad and Jessica and the freaking tequila shots they were feeding you. Sure, you were a blast all night and had some of the best sex but it ending the night with your head in the toilet sucked.

“I love you,” you said softly.

Zach smiled and leaned towards you to peck yours lips quickly, “I love you too,” he said. Reaching your hand to the back of his neck, you brought his lips back down to yours and kissed him more passionately this time.

This whole week you two had said those three words more times than you think you did this past year. Well, maybe not, but you had been saying it quite a lot. It’s really because of how great of a time Zach was making this week, showing you why you loved him so freaking much. You felt a little sad realizing that life was going to be starting back up sooner than you wanted - Zach would go back to his full hockey schedule and you’d be heading back to school.

“Oh sorry,” Kim said while turning into the kitchen and almost running right into you and Zach. After pulling back from your kiss, you were smiling.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“Are they starting a fire out there?” She asked, and pointed towards the backyard. You and Zach both nodded, “oh, good! I’m feeling a lot better now and don’t want to spend the rest of my last night here in bed,” she explained before making her way to the back doors.

Zach leaned down till his lips brushed your ear, “I could spend our last night here in bed,” he whispered.

You blushed, but brought both your hands up to his chest and pushed him forcefully away from you. Zach chuckled, while you just rolled your eyes and opened the fridge to grab one of your last coolers and a bottle of beer for Zach. As much as you’d love to lock yourselves in the bedroom all night, you didn’t want to miss out of the last fire here at the lake house.

“Let’s go, you horn dog,” you said while handing Zach his beer.

He chuckled again and proceeded to following you out the back door and down to where all your friends were sitting around the fire - their laughter being heard from afar. Zach slipped his hand in yours and you smiled. This trip definitely made your summer twenty times better, and it was all thanks to the boy standing by your side.

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Girl Meets Evil (M)

Member: Kim Seokjin (BTS) Genre: Angst/Smut/Mystery Warning: Slight gore and blood mentions AU: Demon!Jin Word count: 5.7k Playlist: Boy Meets Evil - We Don’t Talk Anymore - Monster - Last Dance Tagging: @cyquerslut (bc she my hoe) and @boldsuga (for beta-ing this fic)

Y/N had always lived a normal life, with a nine to five job, a few friends, her family and an occasional romance or two. She lived comfortably in her home despite it being mostly empty because after years of living there, it just didn’t feel like home anymore, she had started to move to the country side and everything seemed alright, it was a new start that she was ready for, even if it meant changing jobs and finally buying a new car she could rely on more than her current one, which was ever so slowly dying every day. It took her a few weeks, but she had finally moved completely into her new home, it felt like a breath of fresh air, but the house was rather old, it was something she could look past however, it was beautiful with its high ceilings, stained glass windows in the stairwell to the upstairs area, the wood floors that had recently been polished and fixed, but especially the chandeliers that hung proudly from the ceiling in both the living room and the dining room, it was absolutely breath taking. There was nothing that Y/N could complain about, it was beautifully decorated and quite cheap despite all the recent repairs and upgrades.

Her new neighbors had greeted her the second week of her living there, they were kind to her, but had some odd warnings that they gave her. Such as, don’t go in the basement at night, don’t leave your bedroom door open at night, put salt around your bed if you must sleep with the door open, all sorts of weird things, she took their words with a grain of salt considering that she didn’t know these two people, and their warnings could mean nothing. Everything they said just didn’t quite make sense to her, but she just shrugged it off, at least until weird things started happening around the house.

It all started on Tuesday morning, she had been awoken by the strong smell of sulfur in her room, she ended up opening the windows in her room to get the smell out, but it didn’t help. She went downstairs to eat her breakfast, but while she made her toast and coffee the coffee machine suddenly shorted out, with the short, the clock on the machine read 6:66, but she didn’t think clocks could do that, seeing as 6’s never appear in the second digit on a clock, it was mysterious, but she didn’t think much of it. Her toast was completely fine however, so she got it out of the toaster and put butter and jam on the slices and went to pour her coffee, which she hoped would be okay. The weird things continued throughout the day, everything was unusual, including when she was watching TV and it repeatedly turned off while she tried to watch her shows to her sink just running water out of nowhere and then turning off when she looked to see if anything was there. Whatever it was, it liked to play games. All of this continued until Thursday, which was laundry day, and of course it being night time, the warning that her neighbors had given her about being downstairs at night was scaring her, she just wanted to put everything in the washer and run back upstairs as quickly as possible, but that didn’t go as planned. The quickly throwing her clothes in the washer did, but running upstairs didn’t, something on the floor caught her eye. She walked over to what she saw peeking out from under one of the carpets that had accumulated in the basement, she flipped it up to find a rather large pentagram on the concrete floor, it was so confusing to her, why was it there in the first place?

She shrugged it off again and returned to her laundry, since she had to get things out of the dryer from earlier, but then she heard a noise to her right, so she looked over, seeing that one of her bottles of laundry detergent had fallen from the shelf, but what caught her eye even more was the pair of glowing red eyes in the back corner of the room. She needed to grab something, because at this point she was too scared to go back upstairs. She found a metal bat behind the washer and grabbed it quickly as the red eyes came closer to her. She had the bat ready, she was nearly frozen in fear, but she had a will to beat the shit out of whatever the fuck that thing was.

Out of the darkness, there came a man, completely nude, with sharp fingernails, jagged sharp teeth that pointed out of his mouth slightly, a long black tail that had a blue flame at the end of it, and curled horns attached to his head. He had a smirk on his face, amused with the girl with the bat, who was trembling in fear of what he could possibly do. He stopped a few feet in front of her, staring at her, his smirk getting bigger, until it turned into a smile and a burst of maniacal laughter, further confusing the girl.

“If you think that little old bat can hurt me, you are wrong honey.” The nude man said at the end of his laugh.

She looked at him, then to the bat, then back to him. She didn’t listen to his words, and struck him in the head with the bat and started running up the stairs while the odd man laughed about the hit to the head. She shut the door behind her and locked it, assuming it would stop him from coming upstairs, just as she starts walking away with her eyes closed she runs into something, or should she say someone.

“Boo.” The man said.

Y/N started trying to go backwards as quickly as possible, but ended up falling on to her ass as the man watched her. “W-who are you?”

“Glad you asked, I’m Seokjin, you can call me Jin though.” He said confidently.

“Okay, and uh… what the fuck are you?” She asked, fear nearly taking over her.

“Are humans really this stupid,” he sighed. “I’m a demon jackass.”

Y/N stood up quickly, and started running towards the backdoor. She made it outside and at least a few hundred feet away from the house, where she thought she would be fine, but she was oh so wrong.

“Did you really think running away from me was going to help you, because if you did, you’re just really dumb about demons.” He said with a click of his tongue.

“Fine, what do you want?” She asked, crossing her arms at the very naked man.

“Well first, you need to stop being rude. Second, what’s your name, and third, no, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said.

“My name is Y/N, and you better not hurt me, I’ll have to start swinging again.” She said.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, well uh, my job title isn’t to hurt the humans that live in that house, it’s my job to keep them in the house actually, as in, protect you. I know sounds weird for a demon to be a protector, but that’s just how it works.” He said as he awkwardly rubbed his head where he had been struck by a bat not too long ago.

“Excuse me… what?” She asked.

“You heard me, I know I look scary, but I’m really not here to hurt you, just trust me.” He said.

“Trust a demon? That sounds like some Bible bullshit that gets someone killed, no thank you, I’m crazy, good night hobo that lives in my basement.” She said as she turned around to start walking back to the house.

There was a loud sigh and a flash of light, Jin was now in front of Y/N again and he stopped her dead in her tracks, picked her up and put her over his shoulders. She pounded on his back as hard as she could, begging for him to put her down as he took both back to her house. When they re-entered the house Jin put her down on the island in the kitchen and put his hands on her legs.

“Listen here kid, you’re not crazy, I exist, I’m not some weird hobo that lives in your basement,” he started. “I’m just here for your protection, and plus there’s a portal to hell in your house and I’m pretty sure you’d rather have me protect you from all of the damned souls in hell coming through your house, granted there was a slip up on my end on Tuesday, but that’s beside the point here.”

“Slip up? Is that why my clock got fucked up, my TV kept turning off and my sink running until I looked?” She asked.

“Two of those were me. The coffee clock and the sink were me, I wanted attention. The TV on the other hand, that was my friend Jungkook, he was bored and wanted to mess around, that’s where I messed up, I let him come here.” He said with a sigh.

“Attention, you think scaring the living shit out of me, is a way to get my attention?” She asked angrily.

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” He said with a chuckle.

She groaned at his ways of getting attention and pushed his hands off her so she could get off. She completely ignored Jin as she walked upstairs and into her bedroom.

“I know you’re going to bed, so goodnight Y/N!” Jin yelled from downstairs.

A loud groan came from upstairs, “Goodnight Jin… and put on some god damn clothes for fucks sake.”

Jin was highly confused as to what meant since he had no clue what the fuck they were in the first place. The meeting of his new human to protect didn’t go as planned, but it made sense since humans are basically perpetually afraid of demons, thinking they all do harm, but Jin was the exact opposite of that, he couldn’t hurt humans, he was too kind to do that.

The next morning when Y/N woke up, she found Jin lying next to her in bed and all she could do was scream and jump out of her bed. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed!”

“Well good morning to you too sunshine.” He joked.

“Jin you can’t just do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” She said trying to catch her breath.

“Oh no, did I hurt you, are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“I’m fine, your just scared me is all.” She said looking at the man resting his head on his hand while he looked at her.

“I’m glad you’re okay. Oh yeah, you never finished your thing last night, so I grabbed the rest of that soft stuff in that weird machine and brought them upstairs for you.” He said with a smile.

“You grabbed my laundry?” She asked.

“I guess, I don’t really know what that is, but I’m assuming what you asked is correct.” He said.

Y/N sat back down on the bed to continue talking to Jin. “Who’s the stupid one now?”

“Oh, come on, are you really going to put that on me now, I’m a demon, my other humans always left when I revealed myself, so I know nothing about these human things.” He explained with a slight pout on his puffy lips.

“Does that mean I have to teach you everything?” She asked.

“Well at least stuff that can be useful.” He said with a confused tone.

“Oh jeez.” She said with a sigh.

Jin got out of bed and put his hands on his hips, “I am your protector, teach me your human ways!”

“Jin, clothes!” She exclaimed after realizing that Jin was still completely nude.

“What are clothes?” He asked sincerely.

“You see these things around my body that cover me, these are clothes.” She said.

“Oh… I understand, I was confused as to why you weren’t like I was.” He said.

She sighed. “I think I have clothes left from my friend Taehyung, since I stole them from him a while ago; I hope they’ll fit you.” She said.

“You have clothes for me?” He asked.

“Technically yes.” She said as she walked over to her wardrobe.

With the doors open Jin could hear echoes of loud screaming coming from there, he ran over quickly and looked at the wardrobe as Y/N pulled clothes for him out of it, but the echoes of screaming still emitted. He guessed there was another portal to hell in the wardrobe and that scared him, he didn’t want her in there much longer because of the fear that he had that a damned soul would come out and try to get her. He got distracted for a second while looking at the wardrobe, seeing photos of her and her friends all on the mirror side of the wardrobe, he looked shocked when he saw someone who looked like Jungkook in one of the photos.

“Hey Y/N, who’s this?” He asked pointing to the photo of the man who looked like Jungkook.

“Oh uhm, that was my late-boyfriend Jungkook, he died two years ago in a car accident upon impact along with my friend Jimin, but Taehyung survived the accident, he has severe survivors guilt because of the whole ordeal.” She answered him before shutting the wardrobe.

“That’s funny, because I know a Jimin and a Jungkook, but you know about the Jungkook since I brought him up, do you think they’re the same ones?” He asked.

“Maybe, I wouldn’t know, I haven’t seen them, so there’s no telling.” She said as she started pushing clothes towards him.

“I can probably let them come here, assuming I controlled them a bit to keep them in one area.” He said.

“You don’t have to, it might hurt me a bit too much to see Jungkook again, assuming it’s the same one.” She said.

“What’s the harm in seeing him again?” He asked.

“I don’t love him anymore, I’ve moved on from him, I forced myself to, I needed to, I didn’t want to stay sad forever because of what happened.” She said.

“Just one more time won’t hurt, you can say your final words to him like you probably wished you could when it he died, it could bring you closure.” He suggested.

“I suppose, but please get dressed first, I don’t need to see your dick all the time.” She said with a sigh.

He smiled and tried to figure out how he was supposed to put them on, but Y/N had to give him instructions on how to put the clothes on, and when he was finished he felt a little bit more comfortable than before. He sighed as he walked over to the wardrobe and did incantations in Latin to bring Jungkook and Jimin into the human world, and with a flash there they were. Both naked, but there.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Jungkook said in shock.

The boy ran to her and brought her into an embrace. He was happy to see her again.

“Hi Jungkook, hello Jimin.” She said.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, I never stopped thinking about you, Jimin has to shut me up about you while we’re in hell because of how much I talk about you.” Jungkook spilled out.

“Jungkook, sweetie, slow down. I missed you too, I really did, I’m happy to see you.” She said with a smile.

“Did you miss me too?” Jimin asked.

“Of course, I did Jimin, how can I not miss you, you were my best friend.” She said.

Jimin smiled the smile that she knew, hardly anything had changed since she had last saw him.

“Now if you too would both slow down for like two seconds, I can get out what I need to say,” she started looking at the two boys in front of her. “Jungkook, I’m sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye to you when you left the world, and I’m sorry that you had to die, you didn’t deserve it, and neither did Jimin. Tae and I miss you both, Tae a bit more since he’s still dealing with the survivor’s guilt, but I love you both, and I hope you two can stay safe and keep each other happy.”

Jungkook and Jimin both had tears in their eyes as Y/N kissed both of their heads and let Jin take them back through the portal, she had tears streaming down her face as they went back, but she was happy to finally say goodbye the right way. Jin stood there for a moment before bringing her into a hug, letting her cry into his chest for a moment before she finally calmed down and wrapped her arms around Jin’s waist to return the hug.

“Are you okay now?” He asked.

“I’m great now.” She said with a smile on her face.

A month passed by, Jin had learned quite a bit since then, he learned how to do laundry, how to cook (and found he was quite good at it), he learned how to read a book that was a lot harder than the weird children’s books he had been reading in the basement, but most importantly, he learned how to wear clothes the right way and what order to put things on in. He knew basic stuff, he also learned a lot about Y/N, who he didn’t think would she would open herself up to. When she told him that her friend Taehyung was coming over he got a bit jealous, since he was so used to her attention constantly being on him, and he knew he was going to raise hell, he’d just shift into cat form and raise hell that way. When Taehyung arrived Y/N greeted him and let him inside, and Tae being an easily impressed boy, marveled at the house decorations and how nice everything was. Jin was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at Tae with daggers piercing through the boy as he stared. When they moved to the living room Jin decided it was time. He shifted into a black cat with sleek fur and beautifully green eyes, so as he pranced down the stairs and into Y/N’s lap, he seemed proud of himself. Y/N knew exactly what Jin was doing, and she didn’t quite appreciate it, she picked him up and looked at him.

“Jin you better behave.” She said in a stern voice.

All Jin did was meow back at her and Taehyung looked excited.

“You got a cat and you didn’t tell me!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, I did, but uh, I wouldn’t recommend petting him, he’s a possessive little shit and only likes my attention.” She said, scratching behind Jin’s cat ears.

“Aw that sucks, I wanted to pet him and give him love.” Taehyung said, pouting out his bottom lip.

“Maybe one day Tae, just not today.” She said with a sigh.

Jin did anything but behave. He scratched at Taehyung’s shoes and feet, he knocked over Taehyung’s glass on more than one occasion, but what finally did it, Jin bit Taehyung’s hand when he made the terrible decision to try to pet him despite Y/N’s warning. Taehyung left in a hurry to get to the doctor after that, and as soon as he left Jin took his normal form and looked at Y/N.

“Jin, why do you do this, I just wanted to hang out with Taehyung, he’s not going to hurt me.” Y/N asked with a long sigh following.

“I don’t care. I’m jealous when you give other people attention, I can’t help it okay.” He said.

“You’re jealous?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m jealous, it’s just how I am and because of the feelings I have for you.” He said.

“Jin, are you trying to convey that you like me?” She asked rhetorically.

Jin only nodded at her and all she could do was sigh. She walked over to the boy and grabbed his chin, he looked confused, but he soon figured out what she was doing. She pressed her lips lightly on to his, giving him a soft kiss, before she could pull away, Jin wrapped his arms around her neck and deepened the kiss, he felt his body heat up, he’s had this feeling before, but never this extreme. He wasn’t sure where any of this was going, but he knew everything thing that he was feeling was intense and it was all going down to his cock, that was eager to please that moment.

The two moved to the black leather couch in the living room, Y/N straddling Jin’s lap. She started grinding her hips into Jin’s very apparent bulge in his sweatpants, the friction between the two was delicious and left Jin breathless. Jin ran his hands up Y/N’s side to get to her breasts. He put both hands on each breast and lightly squeezed at them to get a reaction out of her, and which he did. He got a muffled moan out of her and he couldn’t help but to eat up the noise she made. Jin wanted to feel everything and not just her clothed breasts, he slid his hands under her shirt and ripped it over her head, to discover Y/N wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were hardened, completely aroused by Jin’s touch, he couldn’t help but to roll one of them in his fingers, causing more moans to leak out of Y/N’s mouth. She had, had enough of Jin being completely clothed, which seemed odd since she had spent so much time trying to just get him to wear them in the first place, but it didn’t change that she wanted him naked and she wanted it now, she tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he helped her get it over his head. She roughly placed a kiss on his swollen lips and moved south, kissing his neck and torso, leaving hickies down his stomach to the waist band of his sweatpants. She yanked down the pants and boxer briefs that Jin was wearing, watching his cock slap against his stomach with a thud. She grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly and listen to the soft moans coming from Jin’s mouth. Y/N lowered her head down and licked the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip before leading his cock into her mouth and sucking on the tip before taking his cock completely in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks, sucking his dick and trying to swallow him down without gagging too much on the thickness of cock. Jin’s fingers tangled themselves into Y/N’s hair as she sucked the life out of him through his cock. She continued her ministrations until Jin had to push her head up before he came down her throat. He spent absolutely no time flipping her over and ripping her shorts and panties off her, he wanted to destroy her in the best way possible. He ran the tip of his dick over her wet folds, enjoying the feeling of his dick finally getting the attention it needed

“You’re so wet, and it’s all for me, isn’t that just wonderful.”

He gripped her hip with one hand, and lead his cock to her dripping slit with the other. He slid in slowly, torturing Y/N’s senses, he hadn’t done anything yet and she was still clenching around him. When he was finally all the way inside he smirked and slowly pulled out, just so his tip was the only thing inside her, and her whimpering was music to his ears. He slammed himself back into her, putting his other hand on her hip, he gripped hard to her and set a brutal pace. The sounds of slapping skin echoed through the room, along with the delicious sounds of Y/N’s moans. She had a familiar pit in her stomach, she was getting close to her climax, she couldn’t even think straight with him pounding into her.

“J-Jin I’m gonna cum.” She moaned out.

“You better ask to cum, or you’re going to get punished.” He warned.

Y/N couldn’t keep her moans inside her anymore, with every caress of Jin’s cock against her g- spot she could feel herself getting closer.

“Jin can I cum please?” She begged through a moan.

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely, you may.” Jin said with a smirk.

His hips went faster, slamming into her more frequently, the pace change brought Y/N to her climax, her walls clenching down around Jin, he continued his pace through her orgasm, chasing after his own. After a few more thrusts of his brutal pace he shot his load inside of her, it filled her up deliciously and afterwards Jin collapsed on top of her, smiling at her.

“That was…” Y/N said breathlessly.

“Fantastic.” Jin finished.

“Yeah.” Y/N said with a laugh.

The two looked at each other, smiles plastered to their faces, they were both happy with what they had done.

“So, what are we now?” Jin asked, placing his head on Y/N’s chest.

“Whatever you wanna be Jin.” She said, softly running her fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Be with me?” He asked, perking his head up a bit.

“Of course.” She said, pressing a kiss into his head.

Eventually the two fell asleep on the couch, Y/N’s heartbeat lulling Jin to sleep, and Jin’s breathing comforting Y/N enough for her eyes to flutter shut.

Months went by with Y/N and Jin together as a couple, it was quite an interesting pair, a demon and a human, it didn’t seem quite right, but it worked so well. They cared so much for each other it was almost unreal, but they enjoyed every moment of it, making it seem like it was their last day together every day. Jin still had one question remaining in his mind, and it was if Y/N wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but not in the way someone would think. Sure, he wanted to marry her, but what he wanted, he wanted to turn her into a demon, so it could be forever. He was sure she’d say yes, she was happy with Jin, even with his very odd Mario obsession. He wanted this so bad, he just didn’t know how to bring it up to her. That was until he set up a picnic in their back yard so they could watch the stars together and so he can ask her his main question. He was finally ready to ask and had a pretty good way of doing it too.

The two sat under the stars, pointing out the constellations in the sky and sipping on red wine, enjoying each other’s as time passed. Now Jin was ready to ask her, it was now or never.

“Hey Y/N, you know how I’m a demon right?” He asked.

“Well yeah, I can’t really forget that, why?” She replied.

“I was wondering if maybe, you’d want to become a demon with me, so we can be together, forever.” He said hopefully.

“Jin… I don’t know. I don’t want to leave life on Earth, I love you, I really do, like more than I ever loved Jungkook, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to just jump into being a demon.” She explained.

“We don’t have to leave Earth life, you can be a demon and still live on Earth, I mean look at me.” He said.

“If that’s the case… I suppose, but how would that work?” She asked.

“It’s not as hard as it sounds, but essentially, I bite myself and have you drink from me, since you know, demon blood, and then I bite you, but it has to be on a pentagram and somewhere safe, since it’s kind of well… a little dangerous.” He said.

“Well I know where a pentagram is, but is it safe down there, in the basement?” She asked.

“It’s probably the safest place we could do it honestly.” He said.

“Okay, then when do you want to do it, I’m okay with whenever.” She said, peering into his brown eyes.

“We can do it now, if you want.” He said.

She just nodded and the two went back inside and into the basement, which didn’t seem so scary now that she knew what was going on. When they got downstairs Jin had her stand in the pentagram that had been hidden away under the carpets. Jin looked at her, asking if she was ready, all she could do was nod, and he smiled. Jin rolled up his sleeve, and bit into his skin, his sharp teeth penetrating his veins and his blood slowly dripping down his arm. He brought his arm to Y/N’s mouth, allowing her to drink it. It went down her throat slowly, it was warm and tasted the way sulfur smelled, it was awful, but she had to go through it. When she had enough, Jin took his arm away from her and licked the excess blood off his arm and walked directly to Y/N and sunk her teeth into shoulder, she screamed out in pain, but when he released her, the teeth marks in her shoulder were in a perfect circle, Jin smiled, taking one of his sharp nails and dragging it into her skin, creating the star, making it into a complete pentagram and then let the blood on his finger nail drip on to the floor around her. After the blood circled her in, she collapsed. Jin knew she would be out for at least a few minutes, this wasn’t the first time he had done this, in fact it was the fifth time he’d done it, not all for the same reason, this was the only time he’d done it for love and not for someone who was greedy. Y/N was out for 20 minutes, and when she woke up, she began changing. She had begun growing horns, her finger nails had gotten longer and pointer, she had grown a tail, but with a purple flame on the end, and the final thing that changed was her eyes, the glowed red for a moment and went back to normal, Jin smirked, it had worked completely and he was proud of himself.

“Now we can be together forever.” Jin said, helping Y/N up off the floor.

Y/N smiled at Jin and hugged him, she was the happiest she could have been, everything now seemed right with the world. They went back outside to look at the stars again, but before they could even get outside, they ended up being taken somewhere else. It was dark and cold, it almost seemed like it was some type of prison.

“God damnit, why does he do this?” Jin groaned.

“Who, what?” Y/N asked in a confused tone.

“Well, looks like we’re going to go see my brother.” He said with a sigh, grabbing on to Y/N’s hand to bring her with him.

It took them five minutes to get to where they were going, and there he was, Jin’s brother, nude like everyone else. Jin let go of Y/N’s hand and stormed to his brother.

“What do you want now Namjoon?” Jin asked.

“Well, first, you’re stupid, second you finally tied yourself down, and third, you haven’t been doing your job, your highness.” The man named Namjoon listed.

“Your highness?” Y/N asked.

“He’s the king of hell.” Namjoon said bluntly.

“I forgot to mention it.” Jin said.

“Huh… hot.” Y/N said.

“What do you think dad is gonna say about you turning her into a demon and being with her?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, considering he was the one that sent me to her, pretty damn happy.” Jin said.

“Wait what?” Namjoon asked.

“She moved into the old house. Dad told me to protect her from everything that could happen to her, help her with closure, I’d say I did my job pretty well.” Jin said happily.

“Sorry, but your old house?” Y/N questioned.

“It was a long time ago, but that’s beside the point, I was supposed to protect you and that’s exactly what I did.”

“Were you supposed to fall in love?” Namjoon asked.

“He didn’t say anything about not falling in love with her, but you better be nice to her since she’s gonna be the queen of hell.” Jin warned Namjoon.

“I suppose I can be nice. Speaking of being the queen, when the hell is there going to be a wedding for you two?” Namjoon asked.

“Whenever I feel like it.” Jin said crossing his arms dramatically.

“Why do I love this dork?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“I suppose I can’t stop you two.” Namjoon said with a sigh.

“Nope, you can’t, now leave so I can talk to Y/N since this wasn’t the plan.” Jin said, shooing Namjoon out the door.

Namjoon just shook his head and walked out, mumbling about something being wrong with the pit that was in the center of this world.

“So, uh, welcome to hell. I’m pretty sure my dad won’t let us go back to Earth, I know that’s what you wanted and I’m sorry.” Jin said, awkwardly scratching the nape of his neck.

“Jin, baby. Listen to me. It’s okay, I’m okay with this… my king.” Y/N said with a smirk.

Jin could only smirk at the girl. “Whatever you say my queen.”

A week later the two got married, and enjoyed everything about it. So now here they sit, together on Jin’s throne, while he watches over hell, the two had completely forgotten about life on Earth. Y/N had decided hell was so much better, and loved watching and ruling it with the love of her life at her side.

“Breaking news: Y/N L/N, age 25, is still missing, if you’ve seen her, please call your local police. Y/N L/N, missing since June of last year.”

#kim seokjin #jin smut #king of hell jin #demon jin #bts smut #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bts angst #repost

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I’m…so…glad…that…you…noticed. i’ve been waiting on an ask like this because Kim Taehyung is easily, at least in my opinion, easily the most complex and private member of BTS even though you wouldn’t think so. Especially now that Yoongi has lovingly shared such a big part of himself with us (and honestly seems happier for it which is very nice.)

So, Kim Taehyung. Well, firstly, a basic profile as of currently.

Summary/short ver:Kim Taehyung.

Capricorn sun sign. (and tbqh he really reads like one, even though when he was younger I thought that he didn’t seem very Capricorn, as an adult 100% does.)Was born in Daegu, lived on a farm with his family.

hobbies & likes: BTS, ARMY, family, animals. High fashion, jazz and blues, art and photography especially high fashion or people and nature photography, and artsy, romantic films. Fashion in general. He often wears very up to date fashion in SoKo despite the fact that people like to think of him as having a ‘hobo’ style TT. Anything soulful or rich in texture, his favorite music has lots of baritones and soul/warmth. He prefers big animals to small but likes all kinds, and has never stated much physical preference for love interests besides the fact that he wants someone loyal. when asked at fanaccs for other specifics, most of the time he puts down big numbers for weighs and the average height for females(or would be a shorter cis male height in SoKo, because while the fans tend to super target their questions for a female audience, i don’t want to be presumptuous.) He has a preference for sophisticated things. Even as a kid he showed a more refined tastes because he kid picked saxophone to play (when asked what he would do if he wasn’t an idol anymore it would either be to stay on the farm with his family or become a saxophonist.) He loves acting and modeling!!

Full discussion:

Kim Taehyung is a man of refined tastes and despite the fact that you wouldn’t think so, he’s an incredibly private man. As a teenager closer to debut he was a bit more playful, but as he’s matured he’s a lot more closed off. When he lost his grandmother at the end of last year that only became more distinct.

As for what he likes, Taehyung has a very ‘old soul’ approach to things. He’ll most likely pick whatever is more soulful over something mainstream. When they got the chance to have influence over their own solos, Taehyung said he worked hard and much on his, and that it ‘suited his tastes very well’ and he said something very confident about how it was ‘quite nice’. Stigma is a very heavily jazzy song, that suits his warm tones and shows of his range. It’s honestly, a really, really good window into who Taehyung is.

For the record, people think that Taehyung is a goofy guy and tend to brush him off or stereotype him that way but Tae is a LOT more complex than that. And not only is he complex, the man tends to hide those parts of him.

The real truth is, Taehyung IS hard to get a read on. You have to be good at reading people in general, or REALLY love him and pay ALL the attention to him and REALLY absorb every inch he gives us. Because the truth is, Taehyung doesn’t give us that much private things about himself.

On a love and family front, we all know that he’s a family man, a man who loves animals, who believes in true love and soulmates. He wants to have a large family with many kids, and he wants to be the light of his loves life, just like they’ll be for him.

On a work front, we know that this career/life wasn’t the one he would have picked without it finding him, because he wanted to be a farmer. But he found himself becoming a bighit trainee after being asked by the staff who went out of their way to call his parents to ask for permission. This life picked him, but he has what it takes. He works HARD on his voice, his dance, his everything. He said he almost didn’t make it into the final group if it wasn’t thanks to the members (which is why he loves them so much and is so devoted) but every day current day he works, SO, hard. When Minjae called Tae on his Vapp, it wa like 7pm SoKo time and Taehyung said that he was just sitting down to shower and eat for the first time because he had been working and training all day. He works his a$$ off. NEVER forget how UPSET and just, devastated he was, when he couldn’t properly use his voice or sing because he was sick and strained, during AHL when they were doing the training. Because he felt he was letting them down and not showing his full capacity.

On the Hobby and interest front, we know that he likes fashion, whether that’s wearing it, high fashion, fashion photography, etc. and he really loves taking pictures. He loves BEING in pictures and modeling. Photoshoots are one of his favorit things, he said in the NOW’s (i think it was NOW2 that i’m referencing but he’s said it more than once.) that he really likes photoshoots and the reason that he likes doing photoshoots with Namjoon is because Namjoon likes high fashion too. He also loves jazz/blues music. Lots of times he tries to play it from “Taetae’s jukebox” (otherwise known as his phone) and the fans ask him to turn it off. He won’t outwardly show his discouragement but I’m sure that’s not easy to hear multiple times when he’s trying to share a piece of himself. Sometimes he comes right out and says he won’t turn it, and i’m so glad. Remember when he tried to share that he liked Nude Photography on the fancafe and the fans were calling that erotic/weird so he ended up taking his post down and never talking about it before? Taehyung has very artistic tastes and the fact is, when he shares those tastes, they often get frowned at by fans for being weird or just too artsy.Jimin VERY recently said that Taehyung is his movie connoisseur who always recommends movies. (including movies like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, which is a VERY artsy, emotional, beautiful movie.)

TBH guys, I could talk ALL day about Kim Taehyung. He’s a very private man who doesn’t WANT to let a lot of people in, and when he does, things tend not to go his way. But he’s fearless, he’s loving, he’s powerful and elegant, and there’s SO f*cking much to love about him. Taehyung is the most beautiful, amazing puzzle there ever was to solve. He’s like a stained glass window before it’s all put together. If you take the time to pay attention to him, watch him when he isn’t speaking, listen to him when he DOES speak, I promise that he’ll reward you. Every second of ‘people watching’ Kim Taehyung, is such an experience.

Thank you so much for this ask. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.

#long post #taetae #kim taehyung #my angel boy #i luv talking about taehyung i could do it all day #=insert that heart eyes meme=#aljsdfkljasdf i luv my baby #i really really really do love him more than anyone in the world #my heart is glowing #op; text #comments

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Dash Into My Heart - 2

Vero unsurprisingly finds it hilarious when you text her later saying you ended up following your dad’s not-as-stupid-as-initially-thought advice.

[Vero]: WAIT U ACTUALLY ASKED HER BY SAYING SO U COULD PROVE UR NOT PSYCHO????

[Vero]: UR FIRST DATE WITH HER AND U GOTTA PROVE UR NOT DANGRROUS

[Vero]: IM W H E E Z I N G

You don’t get the chance to correct her in saying that it’s not a date. She sends you a seventeen second voice note and it’s literally just her laughing and you make sure to leave her on read for the rest of the night.

There are multiple messages congratulating you for not being as useless of a lesbian as before (which you strongly refute because you weren't entirely useless). They turn into messages of indignation when she realizes you really aren’t going to text back. You stop checking your phone entirely when she resorts to sending you gifs of Kim Kardashian crying.

The next morning rolls around and you’re kind of… giddy? In the least, you’re unusually chipper for someone who hates the mornings and you’re glad your parents have already left for work because you’re more than sure they’d tease you to no end. You obsessively check the time, even when you know that hardly any time has passed since the last time you checked but you at least finally text Vero back.

[Lauren]: sorry I was sleep

[Vero]: since 7 pM????

[Vero]: unlikely

[Vero]: guess u were right

[Vero]: friendship cancelled

[Lauren]: help me pick out an outfit for lunch?

[Vero]: friendship MOMENTARILY resumed

You laugh because neither of you could get rid of each other even if either of you tried. She’s been your best friend since you two could walk and you’re both practically family at this point.

[Lauren]: thoughts?

[Vero]: more like THOTs

[Vero]: ur really not going for subtle huh hoe-regui?

[Vero]: I support it

[Lauren]: ok so I’m changing

[Vero]: unfortunate

[Lauren]: this one?

[Vero]: screams broody hipster

[Vero]: “u prolly nevr heard of my fave band theyre really underground. theyre called the 1975”

[Lauren]: I’m going to ignore that and take my chances with broody hipster

[Vero]: not the worst choice to have made mija

[Lauren]: gee thanks ma

[Vero]: anything to help you impress your new lady friend :)

You roll your eyes at all of Vero’s responses, putting your phone away and checking your outfit once again in the mirror. Not that you’re trying to impress her though. You just want to look… non-threatening. And Camila is like, really pretty, so you want to not look like a hobo next to her. All this fluttering you’re feeling is just insanely high attraction. Yeah, that’s it.

You still had an hour to kill so you figure taking Dash out for a walk would be a good way to pass the time. You smile at all the breaks he seems to need to take because however much energy he has, his legs are just too short to keep up with all of it. He completely tires himself out after about half an hour and finally he just lays himself down under the shade of a tree and you just glare at him with your hands on your hips.

“Really? You’re gonna crap out on me now? We’re literally two blocks from the house, you lazy bum.” There’s no harshness to your tone because Dash is your lil baby and he could do no wrong even if he tried. He’s cute enough to get away with just about anything. So after another minute of him just laying there and blinking at you, you finally scoop him up in your arms and make your way back to the house.

You don’t expect to run into Camila again because it’s a quarter to noon and you wouldn’t think she’d be home yet. Except she’s currently in her driveway, arms resting on the open window of a car with a boy in it. They’re clearly talking and you hear them both laugh as your legs carry you closer. You don’t mean to stare but it’s hard not to because Camila’s back is turned to you and she has to bend over to lean on the car and- look, you can’t really stop your eyes from seeing it so you go ahead and sneak a look.

Your eyes focus back to the boy that Camila’s talking to and you try to stop your face from looking so sour. God, what’s got you all moody? You barely know this girl, she’s not that cute.

(Later you’ll find out that she really is that cute but right now you pretend you have your shit together.)

Still carrying Dash, you’ve made it to your own driveway and try not to pay any mind to Camila and whatever douchenozzle with the mustang that she’s talking to. But of course, Dash notices and barks, squirming in your arms. You set him down and he runs towards Camila, barking lightly in his approach, the younger girl immediately turning around and her face lighting up at the sight of him.

“My sweet baby!” She coos as she kneels to pick him up and Dash is quick to lick her face. You enjoy the laugh that it elicits out of the girl who finally notices you as she situates the dog in her arms.

“Hey Lauren!” Her smile when she sees you is literally so big and you can’t help returning it in kind, giving her a small wave. You hadn’t realized you were making your way towards her until you’re standing a couple feet away from her in her driveway and up close to the car with the boy she was talking to. He’s watching the both of you from the driver’s seat with an easy smile on his face but you insist he’s probably a douche anyways.

“Hey Camila, I see my dog likes you better.” You point at the way Dash is laying in her and arms and tail wagging against her hold. She laughs and kisses the top of his head and you almost audibly ‘aw’ at the sight because holy fuck this girl is cute.

“That’s because I spoil him,” she uses a baby voice as she literally coddles your dog and you hate how you smile as you watch them. It’s fucking adorable, okay?

“Oh, my bad! Lauren, this is Shawn,” she nods her head towards the douchenozzle in the mustang and he gives me a fairly friendly smile that I do my best to return.

“Shawn, this is Lauren. The one I told you about.”

Oh? She’s been talking about you?

“The one with the bat?” Shawn chuckles and you practically shrink because of course that’s why she’s been talking about you.

“I thought you were an intruder!” You insist, smacking Camila’s arm with the back of your hand. She just laughs, sticking her tongue out at you before turning back to Shawn.

“Are we going to hang out this break?”

“Yeah my parents are saving the trip home to Canada for this summer so I’ll be around. Text me whenever you’re free?”

“For sure. Thanks again for the ride home,” Camila nods as her hand scratches behind Dash’s ears. She waves at Shawn as he starts backing out of the driveway, who yells out what you think is a friendly 'nice to meet you’ before driving off. You don’t really want to say the same because 1) you’re officially the girl with the bat and 2) there’s a very petty part of you that wants to monopolize Camila’s time if only to prevent her from spending any of it with him.

Geez what the fuck is wrong with you.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts and face Camila who’s looking at you expectantly.

“So, lunch?”

You end up taking her to this Italian place because you thought taking her to your parents restaurant was just a little tacky (but the food would’ve been free so you keep it in mind for future lunches that may happen).

“Wow, you know the way to my heart don’t you?”

“What?” You stare up at Camila with wide eyes because no- that’s not- you aren’t-

“I love pizza, so you’re doing pretty well on the whole 'making it up to me’ front,” Camila gives you an easy smile and you ignore the way it makes you feel.

“That’s good. Now I have to work on convincing you that I’m not dangerous to be around. I promise I’m mostly normal.”

“Well that’s only mostly reassuring then,” she laughs and it does wonders to help calm your nerves.

“Welcome to Enzo’s, my name is Austin and I’ll be- oh! Hey Camila,” the guy who’s approached the table smiles down at the girl sitting in front of you and you do nothing short of glaring at him. Whom the fuck-

“Hey Austin,” Camila greets with a smile of her own. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, I started a couple of weeks ago.”

“That’s cool, I could never handle being a server. I’d trip and drop everyone’s food, probably.” She jokes easily and you aren’t the biggest fan of the way she smiles at him. He doesn’t even spare you a glance as he starts fawning over Camila. You just keep glaring.

After some more idle chatting that you tune out because this boy’s voice sounds like a drone, Camila reaches for a menu, seemingly to prompt this Austin guy to remember that he’s at work.

“Oh right,” he seems to finally realize that you’re also sitting there. “What can I get you two to drink?”

“Just a water for me,” you say with a clipped tone.

“Water for me too.”

“No problem, I’ll be right back with that.” He smiles brightly at Camila, probably forgetting that you’re also sitting right there.

“I’m sure you will be,” you mutter under your breath.

If Camila heard you, she doesn’t say anything about it. But she does raise an eyebrow at you but you press forward.

“Another one of your suitors?” You try to come off as teasing but you’re worried your tone makes it sound more as petty.

“What do you mean another?” She looks genuinely confused this time.

“That Shawn guy from earlier?”

The look she gives you says hilariously disgusted and you’re kind of relieved.

“Oh god no, Shawn’s great but he’s also painfully in love with his boyfriend. He’s just the Gay Best Friend, y'know. I mean we’re both the gay best friend so, yeah.” She finishes off her mini rambling with a timid smile and she seems too nervous to look at you. You let out a breath of relief because you hadn’t even considered the possibility that she was straight. But apparently, not an issue.

“And Austin?”

“Oh definitely a suitor, but no interest in that. Gay best friend and all.”

As if he’s just waiting around the corner for one of you to mention him, Austin comes back with your drinks and asking for your order. You realize you haven’t looked at the menu once and turn to Camila.

“Just a personal cheese pizza for me.”

“Yeah, for me too.”

“Great, those will be out shortly,” Austin assures the two of you. You hope he’s not around much more, glaring at him the whole time he’s walking away. When you face Camila again she’s smirking at you and you both seem to let the topic of Austin go.

Camila turns out to be easy to talk to, even if she does more of the talking. It’s nice, letting her carry the conversation because now you don’t have to focus on fucking something up by saying something stupid. She asks you about school and she complains about hers. She’s hoping to hear back from UCLA and Berkeley, along with NYU, she’s even applied to Penn State which you get a little more than excited about.

You tell her you’re majoring in business administration with a minor in music production. She practically squeals because she genuinely thinks that’s so cool. You give her a fond smile because hardly anyone is ever really excited about something like your major and it’s like, really nice to witness.

When your food finally arrives, Austin fortunately has more tables to tend to and doesn’t stick around to try and flirt with Camila. You’re entirely prepared to spill your drink on him at any given point.

Just in case.

But you’re soon distracted by how much Camila manages to eat. She’s not a slob in any measure and it’s not as if she inhales her food but- wow she can really put it away. Where does it fucking go? She’s so damn tiny. It’s only a personal size pizza but it’s still a lot for one serving and geez hers is practically gone and you’re still working on yours-

“Does your family have any plans this winter break?” Camila’s voice cuts through your thoughts and you’re momentarily caught off guard.

“Oh uh, I don’t think so? Unless they’re surprising me with something. But they’re pretty busy with the restaurant and I’ll probably end up helping them some weekends.”

“So I’ll be seeing you around during break then?” The way she looks at you when she asks is a little more than curious and you can’t really tell if she’s smiling at you because she took a bite of her pizza after asking. Is she…flirting with you?

“If you want me to be around, I’ll be around,” you say simply. You hope it comes off as reasonably friendly but also potentially flirty. You think it does when she smiles at your answer.

“Only if you’re unarmed.”

“Oh my gaaaahd,” you groan while laying your head down, resting your forehead against the table. “I’m never going to live that down am I?”

You almost bring your head back up at Camila’s laugh, loud and welcoming. Only almost. Because this is still embarrassing.

“Not in the foreseeable future, no.” Camila’s stopped laughing but you can practically hear the smirk in her voice. “I might stick around solely to patronize you about it.”

“If I knew you were such a jerk I wouldn’t have bothered to apologize, y'know.”

“You would’ve just gone ahead and swung, wouldn’t you?”

At this you finally raise your head again to face Camila and she’s still smiling because she’s not quite done laughing at your situation. But her smile is nice so you think it’s fine.

“I probably would’ve swung. Conveniently excused because I thought you were an intruder. Which is true,” you reason.

“Wow, who’s the bigger jerk here?”

“You! A nice person would’ve understood it was a mistake and that I misread the situation.”

“But it was funny and no harm done so it’s safe to tease,” Camila sticks her tongue out at you before returning to her last slice of pizza.

That’s not how I want you to tease me though.

You shake your head of your thoughts because totally not the time. And definitely not the place.

“You’re an ass. You’re paying for your own food,” you stick your tongue out to her in return.

“Woah hey, I was totally kidding. All jokes are done, no more teasing, I promise!” She gives you a toothy smile that is not at all convincing.

“Unlikely, but okay. Do you have any plans for your break then?” You kind of (really) hope she doesn’t.

“Probably just get dragged to a few parties my friends want to go to.”

“Not into parties?”

Camila scrunches her nose, shaking her head. “Not really. I don’t hate them but I need to really be in the mood for one and when it’s too crowded it stresses me out because I can’t be for sure about an escape route. And also the possibility of getting trampled.”

“I- oh.” It’s all you can say because you weren’t expecting that answer. “Well that makes sense when I think about it. I like parties better when I’m high.”

“Never tried at a party. Maybe I’d like them better if I were high too,” she muses.

“That can be arranged,” you offer. She simply gasps, dramatically clutching her chest.

“First attempted assault and now illegal substance use? You may be mostly normal but you sure are a bad influence, Jauregui.”

“You just said you’d try it!”

“I am a child of god, too good for the devil’s lettuce,” Camila says calmly, straightening her posture and turning her nose up at you. She looks and sounds a little ridiculous and you kind of want to kiss her.

“Devil’s lettuce? You’re so full of it shit. You’re probably a huge sinner,” you insist.

“I’m pure!”

“Lying is a sin and you’re also gay so you’re basically a huge heathen,” you smirk as her jaw drops in disbelief.

“I didn’t realize dragging me is your way of making it up to someone,” Camila grumbles and you’re so completely endeared when she pouts that you almost apologize. Almost.

“So you agree? You’re a filthy and impure sinner?”

“Anyways, where’s the check?

You might have been a little worried about how lunch was going to go because Camila is really cute while simultaneously being really hot and you’re kind of easily distracted. But she laughs the whole time and she’s easy to talk to in the way that banter isn’t forced and jokes don’t go too far. It went really really well and you may or may not be driving just above the speed limit to make the ride home as long as possible, short of making a giant ass circle around your neighborhood.

The ride is full of her dramatically performing each song on the radio and you’re almost upset that you had to drive because you want to be able to properly see her act like a complete idiot. At some point along the way you consider how at ease Camila seems to be, belting songs out in your car as if she hasn’t just met you. And you figure that yeah, she makes you a little nervous, but she’s also really comfortable and you haven’t felt like you needed to second guess yourself at all. You don’t realise it but you smile the whole way home.

When you park (in your own driveway), you decide to talk Camila to her door because that’s polite, right? No ulterior motives.

"So, how’d I do?” you ask as you approach her front steps.

“What?”

“Making it up to you. How’d I do?”

“Well considering you called me a filthy heathen earlier, I’m gonna have to say not so great,” she gives you a playfully disapproving look. “I guess you’re just going to have to make it up to me some more.”

She’s looking at you with a lopsided grin and you bite your lip because now you definitely want to kiss her. And honestly if you don’t get your hormones in check-

“Oh geez,” you start. “I have to spend even more time with you?” You pretend to be completely burdened with the idea and you’re pretty sure she sees right through you, if the excited smile on your face is any giveaway. She lightly shoves your shoulder but she giggles too so you know it’s okay. You’re both standing in front of her house now and you’re practically waiting for her to tell you to leave because you can’t seem to say bye.

“Well, do you maybe want to come inside so you can finish making it up to me?”

And you really hate yourself sometimes because you have no business turning her words into something they’re not. The innocent look she gives you makes it clear that she doesn’t consider how… suggestive her words are and you’re left with your mouth hanging a little and staring. Because you are very much aware of how suggestive it sounds and now your mind is so far deep in the gutter imagining Camila-

“Lauren?”

You realise you must’ve been staring for some time because Camila gives you a strange look and you immediately clear your head of those thoughts.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about if I had anything to do today.” You mentally high five yourself for avoiding looking like a complete ass.

“Oh, well if you’re busy we could just hang out another time-”

“No, I’m free,” you say a little too quickly. You clear your throat and speak a little slower this time. “Y'know, so we can get this over with,” you motion with your hands like you’re waving her off. She swats at your arm and rolls her eyes as she turns to open her front door.

“Oh whatever you already love my company, I can already tell.”

“Uh huh. Okay,” you nod dubiously, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t be an ass, this is just like that time you almost swung a bat at me. Do you remember that?” she sends you a cheeky smile as you two enter her house you stop right at the doorway.

“Wooooow, I suddenly remembered that I have to go vacuum my…roof.” you say without conviction, glaring as best you can at her.

Camila throws her head back in a throaty laugh, reaching for your arm when you pretend to turn to leave (because you both know you’re going nowhere).

“Nooo, I was kidding. I’m sure your roof can stand to wait another day to be vacuumed.”

“Mm I don’t know,” you pretend to contemplate. “It’s kind of been a while since anyone’s done it.” You have to mentally hold yourself together when she pouts and you’re literally seconds away from taking it back when she speaks up.

“Okay fine then. I already love your company. So stay? Just for a lil bit?”

What she’s giving you right now is a practiced puppy dog look, you can just fucking tell. She knows- she fucking knows what it does to people. If you weren’t already going to stay anyways, this would’ve been what convinced you. Not that it would’ve taken much since you’re a sucker for a cute girl and Camila is downright adorable. Who loves (!!!) your company.

“I suppose I could stay then,” you sigh dramatically as if you aren’t mentally squealing. “You know, since you like me so much.” Nudging her shoulder with yours, you give her a shit eating grin and she’s back to rolling her eyes at you.

You figure it’s okay to admit to yourself (and only yourself) that you like Camila’s company just as much.

A/N

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bad | 02 (m.)

↳ He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

genre; romance, smutish, fluff

words; 4 589

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A/N: you people wanted more, so I’m here to give you more. this is not the last part. again, tell me if you want it to continue. I don’t wanna keep writing if no one cares. and tHANKS FOR 500

“I’m not going.” You announced from your bed where you sat in an ex’s forgotten t-shirt and a pair of oversized sweatpants, only thirty minutes before Kim Namjoon’s awaited party was going to start.

“W-what do you mean you’re not going?!” Minyoung gaped at you from your doorway, only having come to help you get dressed, because apparently, if you were on your own, you’d end up looking like a ‘hobo’.

“I mean exactly what I said. I’m not going to that stupid party.” You stated, hands firmly crossed over your chest.

“What? But why?”

“Because I’m not spending my Saturday evening in the same house - if not in the same room - as Jeon, after watching him ass-fuck some desperate freshman slut.”

Minyoung gasped.

“It was in the ass?”

You aggressively grabbed a pillow and threw it at her forcefully.

“That’s not my point!”

“Sorry, sorry.” She straightened up after hitting the pillow away. “B-but, (Y/N), you have to go! You told Jimin and Tae-”

“I could care less what Jimin and Taehyung expect from me. We’re not friends. You won’t even come with me.”

“(Y/N), you know I hate parties. Besides, I do crazy shit when I’m drunk. It’s not safe.”

“So why do I have to-”

“Because Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung invited you, you dumbass! They were so nice, too. Just go and have fun. You’re so tense nowadays anyway.”

“Am not. And no, I’m not going. Not as long as Jeon is.”

“See what I mean?”

You rolled your eyes.

“And, uh, what’s with only calling him Jeon, suddenly?”

“I hate his full name. Saying it makes me sick.” Your nose scrunched up in distaste.

“Whatever, (Y/N), just go.”

“No.”

“Listen; Jungkook most likely knows you were invited. And if you don’t show up, he’ll know it’s because of him. Honestly, he probably thinks you won’t come. He’ll think it’s ‘cause you’re scared. He’s probably making bets with Jimin and Taehyung about it as we speak.” She explained, dramatically making gestures with her hands. Your eyes narrowed at her. “Do you really want to give him that satisfaction, of knowing that he scared you off?”

‘Shit, she has a point,’ you thought. She was getting under your skin.

You sighed in frustration.

“Honestly, Minyoung, I don’t think he knows who I am. He doesn’t care enough to make a bet like that.”

“Of course he knows. He must’ve been the one to tell Jimin and Taehyung who you were; that freshman wouldn’t have known.”

That was true. Otherwise, Jimin and Taehyung wouldn’t have known it was you who walked into that bathroom.

“Whatever, Minyoung, I’m not going.”

“Oh, so you’re giving up, then? (Y/F/N) is giving up against the ultimate bad boy, Jeon Jungkook? Hm, how disappointing.”

“What do you mean ‘against’? There’s no ongoing rivalry between us, or anything.”

“Yes, of course there is. You know, TBH, that’s probably why Park and Kim invited you in the first place. To see if there would be a confrontation. Drama is blissful, as long as you’re not involved.” She explained, your mind-gears churning in your skull at her words. Was she right? “It’s a shame to see you back down. That invite was a challenge, and you decided to decline.. Oh, well. They’ll probably-”

You interrupted her by standing up onto your bare feet, a look of pure determination on your face.

“Oh, no. No way I’m backing down to that prick.”

Minyoung bit back her smile, but faltered when you stepped closer to her, an intimidating look on your face.

“Also; don’t ever say ‘TBH’ again. Got it?”

She grinned widely.

Only minutes later, Minyoung had ripped through your closet, in search of something appropriate to wear. She had offered you a tight-fitting, black skirt at first, which you had taken from her and thrown across the room, firmly expressing that, “I’m not showing up, looking like a desperate first year.”

She had sighed exasperatedly, continuing to look for something else. You ended up standing in front of your full-length mirror in a pair of blue, tight jeans with rips in the knees, a black, cropped shirt with long sleeves, your hair brushed through and let down, light makeup and a pair of dirty, old, black converse high tops.

It wasn’t extravagant..

..which was the point.

Coming off as trying too hard was never a good thing.

“But coming off as not trying at all isn’t a good thing, either.” Minyoung had whined, but you had just discarded her.

You stood there, looking at yourself, still contemplating in the back of your mind if it was a good idea to go or not. But your train of thought was cut off when Minyoung turned you around, rapping a black-and-white, plaid shirt around your hips before tying it at the front.

“There, a little better.” She smiled proudly, hands on her hips as she scanned you up and down. But then her smile faltered and her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, grabbing the u-neck of your shirt and yanking it slightly downwards.

“Hey!” You shot your irritated gaze up at her before slapping her hand away and yanking the fabric back up. “No whoryness.”

She groaned.

“Whatever, (Y/N). At least you’re going.” She settled, her hand landing on the small of your back before she was pushing you toward the door.

You double-checked the address Jimin had sent you on Facebook as you sat in the far back seat of the buss. Legs shaking nervously, you felt how your heart picked up its pace every time you thought about facing the fuckboys that you’d long disliked. That you were actually about to attend a party where they were - with their invite - was not completely comprehended in your mind yet.

You hated how you occasionally felt excitement bubble in your gut, your nerves betraying you. Being excited for something like this was against your morals.

The bus stop you were supposed to exit on came up and you quickly gathered yourself before stepping off the dirty vehicle. You were the only one, you noticed. Checking your phone, the time showed you that you were already about twenty minutes late. You had heard several rumors saying that Namjoon’s parties were always worth coming in time for, whatever that meant. That’s probably why no one else was on the bus.

A heavy, unsteady sigh left your lips as you started walking down the dimly lit sidewalk, shoulders tense because of the nerves.

It only took about five minutes before you reached the right house. It wasn’t hard to tell that the location was correct, considering the music just barely slipping through to be heard outside, groups of people smoking with bottles of beer in their free hands on the front lawn, teenagers jumping up and down to the rhythm of the beat visible through the windows.

You closed your eyes, sucking a big breath of air through your nose and slowly letting it slip through your slightly parted lips, ignoring the butterflies tickling your stomach from the inside.

‘You can do this, (Y/N). It’s just a party.’

Your feet took firm steps toward the front door, cursing yourself for picking such a tight shirt considering how moist your armpits felt; it definitely didn’t have anything to do with the nerves. A few guys on the lawn whistled at you when you walked by them, earning a disgusted grimace to wrinkle your face, shooting a glare toward the boys before you reached the door, proceeding to open it.

Immediately the loud pounding of some kind of EDM music hit you like a wall, along with the piercing smell of alcohol and musty scent of sweat. There was no way this party had started twenty minutes earlier. Every face you could manage to scan while the bodies moved around were completely unfamiliar, making your muscles tense.

What was that feeling creeping up from the pit of your stomach?

Regret?

But upon deciding that standing uselessly in the hallway wasn’t going to help your situation, you uncomfortably started squeezing through the already tipsy bodies to the living room. Your goal was to find either Jimin or Taehyung - preferably Jimin - and avoid Jungkook, the latter goal one that would stay on your list of rules till the end of the night.

Body almost flat against the wall while watching the dancing crowd quizzically, you slowly lost hope in finding anyone you recognized - let alone Park Jimin.

But your prayers were suddenly answered when an all but too familiar, sweet voice called out to you from behind.

You quickly pivoted around, only to be met by a grinning Jimin, and the weight that lifted off your shoulders was so heavy that you felt like you could fly. A sigh of relief left your lips and you didn’t realize you were smiling.

“Jimin.” You greeted, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“I’m so glad you came!” He suddenly stepped in for a hug, making you too flustered for your own good. “I honestly had my doubts. But here you are. And you look cute.” His smile got even brighter, possibly blinding you for a second.

“Yeah, here I am.” You smiled tightly, trying to act like you didn’t hear the compliment he gave you.

He was wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt, black, ripped jeans and fancy, white sneakers. He looked good, there was no denying that. Another thing you hated about bad boys like them.

“I’m guessing it’s your first time at one of Namjoon’s parties?”

“Uhm, yeah. I don’t party much in general.”

“Ah, I see. I’m sure you’ll end up having fun here, though.”

The loud sound of people yelling “oh” made your head snap in the direction of where it came from. On the other side of the big room were a group of guys, circled around someone in the middle. It took you a second to realize who it was, but once you did, a cold shiver tingled up your spine.

Of course, it was none other than Jeon Jungkook, in all his glory. He was wearing a loose-fitting, black hoodie, a pair of blue ripped jeans and his favorite Timberlands. But in your eyes, he still looked just as pitiful as ever.

The group of people around him backed a way a step or two, and suddenly, Jungkook was launching himself forward, hands planted against the floor, legs flying up in the air and slowly bringing his body down into a grind on the floor. Another yell erupted from the audience, loud clapping following closely after.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the act. You didn’t know what you were feeling, but it definitely wasn’t comforting or enjoyable at all.

Your head finally turned back to the male in front of you; he chuckled, eyes still on his friend.

“Yeah, there he is, isn’t he?” He said with humor, looking back at you. You couldn’t help but look displeased; Jeon Jungkook always did whatever was the most fuckboy thing to do. It was so dumb and annoying.

“Mm,” Was your only answer, throat churning in distaste.

Jimin only smirked at you. He looked way too amused for your enjoyment.

It was bizarre somehow; how you could speak so casually with someone you had no appreciation for, a bad boy like Park Jimin.

Suddenly, the memories of what Minyoung had said resurfaced in your mind and you couldn’t help yourself before the words slipped out of your mouth.

“Does he know I’m here?”

You immediately felt the urge to slap a palm over your mouth, as if it was going to turn back time and undo what you just did. Because that definitely sounded like you cared, which you didn’t.

Jimin looked surprised, almost confused by your words at first, before you saw him bite back a smile and that’s when you wanted to drop dead.

“Uhm, Jungkook?” He asked, though you chose to keep your lips sealed. “Nah, I don’t think so. I didn’t tell him, at least.” He shrugged.

And that’s how you realized it. Everything Minyoung had said was just some bullshit she came up with to make you go to the party. Of course Jungkook didn’t know you were coming, nor did he care. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or angry, but what you looked like was probably shocked of some sort.

Jimin raised his eyebrows.

“What? Did you want us to tell him, or..?”

“No! No, of course not. I’d rather just not… run into him.”

“Hmm, I see.” He nodded, smile still on his face.

You couldn’t believe you had been dumb enough to take Minyoung’s words seriously, because when you looked back at it, it was so obviously just pure horse shit.

You looked away with a sigh, eyes finding someone you were almost taken aback to see; Kim Taehyung. But you weren’t as taken aback by what he was doing, which was flirting with a small group of girls. You were kind of glad he was doing that instead of talking to you, though, because he was somehow intimidating to you. He made your legs shake.

‘Damn you, Minyoung, for putting me here.’

“Hey, want me to introduce you to some of my friends?” Jimin offered, making you push your plans of how to get away with killing your best friend away. You questioned it for a minute, but realized there literally was nothing else you would rather be doing at that party, so you nodded with a stiff up-turn of the lips.

Your gaze fleeted out over the crowd once more as you followed after Jimin, and unintentionally landed on Jungkook again. But your nerves tensed when for a split second it looked like his gaze found yours, too. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone behind someone dancing.

You swung your head, side to side, to the beat of the music, letting your body move with it. Jimin stood right in front of you, body also popping with the rhythm, of course, sneaking in a body roll or two. He only had to stay true to his name.

The hour and a half you had spent at the party had been surprisingly fun. You had successfully avoided Jungkook and Jimin had stayed by your side, taking you with him if he wanted to greet a friend or such. He hadn’t been drinking much either, which you silently appreciated.

You weren’t completely sure how you had ended up on the dance floor with Park Jimin, but somehow you had and you didn’t mind it much at all. You would probably be back to your senses and curse yourself for getting comfortable with a bad boy like him, but at the moment, you just couldn’t bother to care. After all, he was nice.

Your body turned around in time with the pounding beat, gaining more confidence with your movement. Back now facing Jimin, your focus was on the rest of the room. You realized how the amount of people dancing was considerably smaller than it had been at the beginning of the party. People were now almost passing out or making out in different corners of the room.

A smile plastered on your face, your body kept swinging with the heavy sound of music, your soul letting go with you. But suddenly your soul was back in your body when you made eye contact with someone across the room, standing almost hidden in the dark corner.

Taehyung.

He was looking straight at you with an intense stare, as if he had been looking at you for awhile. A big lump grew in your throat and it suddenly felt a little too stuffy.

But a hand on your shoulder turned you around and brought you back to the reality you were living in.

“Hey, you stopped dancing.” Jimin exclaimed, eyebrows raised. “Wanna take a break?”

“Uhh… yeah, sure.”

He brought you with him back to an unoccupied couch where the two of you fell down, sinking into it with a sigh from each of you. You suddenly realized how sweaty and out of breath you were. For how long had you been dancing?

Being too focused in trying to figure out what time it currently could be, you missed the look that Jimin shot to someone else in the room and suddenly he was standing up.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He said, grabbing your attention. “I’m just gonna go, uhm.. to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He shot you another one of his bright grins, before he was gliding across the floor, out of the room in a second.

You weren’t as nervous about being left alone as you would have been at the beginning of the party, and managed to relax into the soft material of the seat beneath you, closing your eyes momentarily.

But then you felt the surface under you shift, indicating that someone had sat down beside you.

‘Wow, Jimin was fast.’ You thought, opening your eyes and turning to him.

But suddenly the nerves were all back again when you were met by the dark eyes of no one other than Kim Taehyung himself. With your wide eyes and tense shoulders, you must have looked like a lost puppy.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

Your words got caught in the back of your throat, but eventually you managed to squeeze them out.

“H-hi, Taehyung.”

“Had a good time so far?”

“Uhm, yeah, I guess.”

A smirk subtly formed on his lips.

“Here, want some?”

You looked down to notice he had two solo cups in his hands, and he was directing one of them to you.

“Oh, uh.. No, thank you. I don’t really drink.”

“Hmm, I see.” He nodded, lowering the cup to rest it against his thigh.

He was clad in a red and white, thin-striped button-up, a pair of black jeans and black boots. He also rocked it and it made you gulp, feeling small next to him.

You turned your gaze away, not being able to handle the nerves that were straining in your body. But unfortunately your eyes found something that you rather wish they hadn’t. Surprise surprise, it was Jungkook. But oddly enough, that wasn’t the part that bothered you the most. It was Kim Yerim, another sophomore, that he had pressed up against the wall, tongue down her throat. She was someone that you had heard horrible rumors about and had a hidden disliking for as well. In a way, they were perfect for each other, but you couldn’t help but feel nausea bubble up in your chest at the sight. It was so open and public, it was disgusting. Maybe it shouldn’t have irked you as much as it had, but it did, seeing them devour one another, hands buried in the other’s hair.

You couldn’t bare looking at it anymore and quickly turned you head to the side, a displeased sigh falling from your lips, with a scrunch of your nose.

“You alright, sweetie?”

‘Sweetie?’

You had completely forgotten that Taehyung was sitting beside you, and also the drink he had offered you - which suddenly felt awfully intriguing.

“Uhm, actually… Do you mind if I take you up on that offer? The, uh, drink?”

His gaze shifted from you down to his hand, an all too amused smirk plastering his face, proudly.

“Hmm? What made you change your mind?” He asked, but somehow it felt like he didn’t actually expect you to answer, as he was holding the cup forward for you to take.

So you didn’t answer, and just took the cup and threw down a big gulp. It wasn’t too strong, but it still made you cough once or twice.

Taehyung chuckled from beside you. “Calm down, princess. Not too fast.”

‘Princess?’

What was with all these pet names.

You turned to look at him, having another sip of your drink. He was looking at you, too, gaze unwavering. He sure was handsome. Despite his bad boy antics and playboy ways, you could see why girls fell for someone like him; like Park Jimin; maybe even like Jeon Jungkook. Maybe. His eyes were very beautiful and his skin looked all too smooth. His hair was perfectly styled, and the urge to ruin it started twitching in your fingers. Then there were his lips. But you were too far gone to even think about those.

“(Y/N), are you alri-”

You rudely cut him off by leaning up and pressing your mouth against his. It didn’t take more than a second or two before you felt his lips starting to move with yours. The kiss didn’t feel electric, it just felt good and necessary, and you completely forgot about all the prior dislike you had harbored for the boy. But then he was pulling away, looking at you with a wide grin.

His fingers fastened around your wrist and the next thing you knew, you were being pulled out of the living room and into the back hallway. It was empty in there and as soon as the door was closed behind you, you were being pressed against the next wall and Taehyung’s lips were back on yours.

Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, his snaking around your waist. Boy, was it long ago that you had been treated like this. His tongue licking at your bottom lip caused you to slightly open your mouth without hesitation, granting him the access that he definitely hadn’t earned. His wet muscle instantly started battling with yours, only you weren’t battling back; you just let him have you.

Your fingers finally pulling at his hazel strands of hair, you suddenly felt one of his hands sneak downwards and in between your legs. Any other day, in any other situation, you would have grabbed his hand and pulled it away. But the way the seem of you jeans pressed against you and rubbed exactly in the right place under his palm, made you let out a small whine instead. You felt his lips form into a smirk against your mouth before he let out a small groan, the palm of his hand shamelessly grinding against you.

You were completely lost in how good it felt after being sexually deprived for so long - which you hadn’t actually realized you were. You let yourself succumb to Taehyung without a word of protest and didn’t care if you’d kill yourself for it the next day.

But then the sound of a door slamming open made you jerk violently. Taehyung’s lips immediately broke from yours, the hand from between your legs landing on your hip. The both of you turned to the source of the sound, still pressed against each other.

You felt your chest tighten and your eyes widen, swollen lips falling apart.

“Yo, have you seen Tae-”

Jungkook stood in the opening of the door, stopping dead in his tracks at what he saw in front of him.

Holy shit.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung questioned, irritation laced in his deep voice. “What the fuck?”

Said boy looked close to speechless, before his eyes were narrowing quizzically.

“Uh… Taehyung, I was looking for you. I was, uh..”

You buried your face in Taehyung’s chest, the bitter feeling of nausea resurfacing, cheeks becoming hot enough to grill meat on.

Jungkook was still trying to process what he was seeing.

“Okay, honestly Jungkook; I don’t care. Now, fuck off, would ya?” Taehyung muttered.

The boy who was staring at the two of you suddenly remembered his reason for looking for his friend.

“But, Taehyung, you have to come an-”

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sa-”

“Yoongi is here.”

You could feel how Taehyung became stiff at those words and you finally gathered the courage to peak up at the two boys. Taehyung was staring at Jungkook with a serious look on his face before he was closing his eyes with a heavy sigh slipping through his nostrils. Then his gaze was back on you.

“I’m sorry, cutie. Next time, okay?” He said, taking a small step away from you. You only shook your head up and down in what was meant to be a nod, not daring to say a word.

Taehyung sighed one last time before he was walking towards the door, shoulder bumping into Jungkook’s as he passed him.

Now you were left there alone. With Jungkook.

‘God, if you exist; kill me now.’

You immediately started brushing your fingers through your hair and straightening the shirt around your hips that had fallen crooked. You didn’t dare to look at him and cleared your throat nervously when you had wiped the remaining saliva from around your lips.

“Who caught who now?” You heard Jungkook’s voice speak and turned your head his way, only to see him leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest and signature smirk on his lips. He looked you straight into the eyes, looking more smug than ever.

Now you really felt like dying.

“You know he’s worse than me, right?” He spoke again, focus still on you. You sighed through your nose, attempting at gathering yourself and look less embarrassed; though, you were sure your red cheeks still gave it away.

“No one’s worse than you, Jeon.”

His smirk only widened at that, making anger start to rise to your head. You weren’t having any of this. With firm steps you were walking towards him, following in Taehyung’s pursuit, also bumping into the boy while passing him. But it probably hurt you more than it hurt him.

“You’re really sure about that?”

‘Ugh, parasite, go away.’

“Yes. Now, why don’t you go and bang that chick Yerim you were with a minute ago.”

The sound of his chuckle only furthered the steaming out of your ears.

“I would, happily. But she ran to the bathroom and puked, probably passed out, too.”

“If you don’t lay off, I might do the same.”

He laughed again.

“You sure hate me, don’t you?”

You stopped in your steps and turned around to face him head-on, glare burning right into him.

“I do, because you’re nothing but a lowlife who goes around fucking whores ‘cause it’s the only thing your sorry ass is good enough to do!”

The words had come out of your mouth before you had managed to stop yourself, not realizing how there were people all around you, now gaping at you in shock.

Jungkook, however, still looked just as smug as ever. His feet started walking him closer to you before he was right up in your face.

“What big words. What makes you think you can just speak to someone like that?” He glared down at you, anger suddenly visible. But then his smirk was back. “Or maybe it’s just…. jealousy?”

‘Jealousy……? Jealousy?!’

The next thing you knew, the palm of your right hand was flying up and landing on the boy’s cheek with a loud smack that was heard clearly over the music.

“You disgust me, Jeon.”

You didn’t linger long enough to see the dumbfounded look on his face go away, and just strutted to the hallway and out of the front door, ignoring the shocked looks shot your way. You stepped into the cold air of the night, but the fuming anger in you was warm enough for you not to mind it.

You were definitely going to kill Minyoung.

[JAN 3 - 2017 12:02 AM]

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