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Kim Taehyung | Babygirl

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

Word count: 3K

Genre: smut

When your fourth date with Taehyung ends on a bad note you never expected to have him fight for you. (bad intro, but i’m tired)

You ran home in the rain after having rejected Taehyung. He was good to you and kind but you felt bad wasting his time. You weren’t good enough for him— he deserved better.

Other people kept their heads down while passing by desperately looking for shelter from the rain. Luckily, the cafe you had agreed to meet Taehyung two hours prior wasn’t far from your apartment.

It had pained you to splash Taehyung with cold water and let him know you weren’t interested when this was your fourth date already. But your insecurities took the best of you eating at an already fragile mind and filling you with feelings of worthlessness and cringe.

You stormed into the tiny apartment and struggled violently to rid yourself of your date clothes. Taehyung had complimented your outfit as always— telling you how beautiful you looked. Smiling shyly you thanked him, but deep down you knew he was lying.

Forgetting to put the lights on you stumbled in a dark apartment with only one high heel and your dress unzipped halfway— your shaky attempts at discarding yourself of the suffocating garment futile.

“Come on!” you cried at nothing. “Why won’t it slide down?”

Finally in the bath you let the warm water glide over your body and wash the stiffness away. Closing your eyes from the lights you took a breath in and exhaled loudly. Your mind unable to give you peace from the treacherous lies circling in your mind you opted for the second best option out there— to relax your body.

When you got up from the bathtub— your skin feeling less dirty, you got the first text message. Upon grabbing a towel and patting your delicate skin dry you read his message.

For some crazy reason you had decided to text him the code to your apartment but before you could start regretting your decision your fingers had typed the message.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath as you kept on patting your skin dry from the relaxing water. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror— a sight that made you shiver. The sheer nakedness was enough to make you want to cover yourself with your hands. Even though the only person present and able to look was, indeed, you.

Quietly cursing you scrambled to the bedroom and persuaded by the fact that Taehyung would only venture out into the living room you slipped on your night attire— a skimpy ensemble of a silky top and skin-hugging bottom.

Pulling a floral morning robe on top of your clothes you headed to the kitchen for a nice cup of tea to calm the mind.

As you pick up the hot cup, the doorbell rang loudly— nearly making you drop the cup.

Taehyung is at the other side of the door, drenched as well, his face pulled down into a sad grimace.

“Babe—” he began. Why did he call you babe anyway?

“Come in,” you interrupted him by stepping aside from the door and granting him access to your most private area. The last man to enter these premises was the plumber two months ago. The last “something else” to enter was your manipulative and possessive ex-boyfriend Jungkook. His sleeves covered in tattoos, Taehyung seemed nothing like Jungkook yet it felt too difficult to open up to the man and truly let him in.

Taehyung was captured by your casual beauty and for a moment there he forgot how to walk or talk— or even breathe.

You. You in your little skimpy t-shirt and pants and cup of tea in one hand was able to make him so tingly. You with your wet tousled hair could make him putty in your hands, yet you seemed unaware of it. You looked shy around him and you never truly looked him in the eyes.

Taehyung knew you had just gotten out of a serious relationship and wasn’t quite ready to jump out there again— which made him feel more responsible for you. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted you to feel safe with him.

“Look,” he shook his head as he took a step through the threshold. “I know our date today wasn’t the best.” Fuck, he didn’t know what else to say. That he loved you? No, you would panic and kick him out.

As you stood in front of him, quietly sipping at your tea, Taehyung felt an animalistic urge to just throw the cup away and fuck you on the beige carpet until you whined for him to stop.

The image of you completely fucked out underneath him as sweat glistened on his tattoos shocked him to the point where he had to close his eyes for a moment— but just to save the image to his image bank for later use.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I— baby I...” he struggled really hard.

“I don’t know how to tell you this otherwise.” You spoke up shyly. The cup in your hands trembling ever so slightly, if you didn’t know the situation you wouldn’t even notice the cup. Why did the lamp shine down on you so sexily? Taehyung had to concentrate very hard on your mouth to understand what you were saying, but looking at your rosey lips made everything harder for him— in the literal sense.

“I don’t feel comfortable,” you began. “In my skin. I feel like I’m not enough and that I’m simply wasting your time.” There you said it. But did you feel better and less suffocated? No. Because Taehyung’s eyes were fixated on your body and he was looking at you like a hungry bear ready to pounce on a prey.

“Babe—”, he breathed out.

“No, don’t say anything.” You exclaimed suddenly moving past him to go dump the rest of the tea in the sink.

“I’m drenched. Do you mind if I use your bathroom to freshen up?” Taehyung tried another tactic to ease the uncomfortably thick air that was circulating around you two.

“Uhm, sure.” Showing him the way to the bathroom you opened the door letting out the fragrance of your shampoo from earlier stuff his nose and intoxicate his mind. Was this paradise?

“There are towels in the top drawer and—,” you stopped abruptly to swallow. “There are some of Jungkook’s clothes in the cupboard on the left. They might fit you.”

Taehyung understood the emotions that you associated with Jungkook’s clothes and made a mental note not to use them— that bastard really did you dirty.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N.”

“Is everything okay?” You knocked softly on the door after fifteen minutes had passed and Taehyung hadn’t come out yet— slightly worried by now that you’d have a dead man in your bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Taehyung replied utterly disgusted by himself. He needed to dry his drenched clothes but couldn’t prance around in your apartment naked yet refused to wear Jungkook’s clothes. Luckily he had found a large enough bathrobe to cover himself in the meantime— although he did suspect it used to belong to your ex.

When he walked out he couldn’t see you anywhere.

“Babe?” he called out softly since it was late and he didn’t want you to get a noise complaint from your neighbors.

“In the bedroom.” You chirped in response. Hesitating at the door, Taehyung glanced at the bed that was at the other end of the room opposite the door.

“Come in,” you whispered. Seeing Taehyung in Jungkook’s old bathrobe wasn’t such a big deal after all but you were afraid he was going to smell like Jungkook.

“I made a little mess in the bathroom with my clothes,” Taehyung admitted embarrassed, a red creeping up his cheeks.

Getting up from your seat you giggled at Taehyung softly. Never did you associate a tall man with tattoos and a strong build with embarrassment.

“I’ll clean that up for you.” You smiled shyly as you walked past him. Why did your hips have to sway like that when you walked?

Taehyung stood by the door leaning on the frame as he watched you grab a towel from the drawer and start dragging it around the wet areas. Although he had offered to help you, you had kindly declined saying Taehyung was a guest.

But helping you would have been better than to have to stand in the door frame and watch as your round breasts swayed in tune with your movements. Taehyung could feel how your breasts would feel to the touch, the silky skin against his hands— your tender nipple against his ragged thumb.

Fuck, not now! Taehyung growled under his breath as he felt his erection fill with excitement.

Then again.

Just as you got up from your crouched position and moved to the laundry room to dispose yourself of the used towel, Taehyung stepped closer to you and followed you to the tiny room— which to his amusement had a big mirror on the left wall. When you had dropped the towel into the laundry basket, Taehyung used his opportunity to silently get behind you and push you up the wall, pinning your little frame against the wall and his rock-hard body.

With a squeal you pounded at his chest, begging him to release you but Taehyung wouldn’t waver.

“What are you doing?” you questioned softly, too afraid to utter a word.

“I want to hold you.” Taehyung confessed, suddenly quite confused by what he actually wanted.

“Well,” you gulped. “Can you not hold me? You reek of Jungkook...” you spat, voice quieting down as you mentioned his name.

“I can take the bathrobe off if you want.” Taehyung pulled your hands up your head and moved to the side ever so slightly so you could admire the view of you being flushed against him. Quickly realizing what was poking at your side, you turned your head away from him as a blush creeped up your ears.

“I can’t understand how you have such an effect on me.” Taehyung growled into your ear, taking in the scent of you. Your back pushed off the wall prompting your chest to press closer to his in a moment of blind lust.

“Fuck,” you whispered mostly to yourself but Taehyung heard you loud and clear.

“What’s that babe?” he snickered lowly into your ear which made your stomach tingle.

“I—,” you began but Taehyung interrupted you by pulling you off the wall and placing himself behind you. The passage was so narrow that having Taehyung behind you, his arms locking your forearms flushed against his stomach forced your breasts to press against the mirror which gave him a clear view of your small cleavage.

“You. Are. Perfect.” Taehyung let out a groan between every word as a way to really accentuate his feelings towards your body— such compliments were new and you didn’t quite know how to deal with them. Instead, you opted to open your mouth to form an ‘o’ shape and bask in the power of his words.

“Don’t—,” you warned him but were cut short when he pressed you against the mirror and roughly played with your hair.

“You make me feel funny things, things I haven’t really felt with anyone else.” He admitted. “Things, that make me do bad things.”

Taehyung’s low growls in your ear made your hips buck against his thighs violently. The sloppy kisses on your neck eliciting dragged moans out of your throat.

“Fuck!” you cried out silently when he placed his hands on top of yours on the glass and pressed your face against the mirror with his head. 

“How do you feel babe?” He asked you in a ragged voice, nipping at the tender flesh of your ear.

“Mmhm...” was all you could respond. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were a panting mess. His member was poking at the small of your back with such urgency that it could spring free from the bathrobe in no time.

“Will you be a good girl for me?” Taehyung cooed in your ear, not expecting you to buck against his dick this time— the contact nearly making him lose control over the situation and fuck you here in the laundry room, your shaking body pressed against the mirror.

“Yes!” you breathed out desperation lacing your words, lust glistening in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll do anything, fuck!”

“Tsk, you have a foul mouth, baby.” Taehyung tsked into your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo mingled with your sweat.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled eyes closed. Taehyung released your hands, but you kept them pressed against the mirror for support— because God knew you weren’t capable of keeping yourself up with just your feet by now. With a thump he leaned back against the wall and watched you squirm in his presence.

“Did you expect the night to end like this?” Taehyung inquired after a minute of silence and panting to which you replied with feverish shaking of the head.

“What did you expect to happen, baby?” Taehyung inquired further.

“I expected you to come in, have a cup of tea with me and leave.” Your voice came out less shaky than you were expecting.

“But instead you are in your laundry room pressed against a mirror like a good girl.” Taehyung closed his eyes to preserve this image.

“Do you mind if I take your morning robe off?” Taehyung asked, opening his eyes abruptly. You glanced at him, your back still facing him. Shaking your head you let your arms drop down to your sides.

Taehyung pushed himself off the wall and pressed his body against yours. Lifting his arms he slowly took a hold of your silky morning robe. Agonizingly slowly he began pushing the material off your shoulders and down your arms, the touch of silk eliciting cold shivers down your spine.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, fogging the mirror as you spoke.

“You sure are sensitive,” Taehyung chuckled lowly as he pushed the material off of you and let it pool at your feet.

Silently hesitating to speak up you let your body speak for you, as you clenched on nothing and bucked your hips sharply against Taehyung’s dick.

“What do you want me to do?” Taehyung whispered into your ear, his big hands dragging down your sides resting on your hips.

“Fill me with your— your fingers,” you shuddered violently, just imagining him inside your folds wreaking havoc on your g-spot.

“Is that what you want babe?” Taehyung kept on whispering to not interrupt the mood. “Tell me what you want babygirl.” Taehyung crouched down on his knees and began his slow torture pushing your panties down your legs.

“I want you to fill me up with your fingers,” you spoke up almost like a shy whisper.

“I can’t hear you babygirl, speak up,” he cooed planting a sloppy kiss on your ass. Fuck, he was good.

“I want you to fill me up with your fingers!” you cried out, ashamed of your words, ashamed of the things you were feeling. It was never like this with— with him.

Taehyung played a short while with your lips and admired the view in front of him. You were being so good to him, letting him in your apartment after rejecting him, not throwing him out of the apartment after he made a move and accepting you to look at your most private parts.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” he licked his lips, content with the sight in front of him. “So wet from just my words.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you sensed his long fingers inserting into you slowly, almost sloppily. Taehyung was really taking his time with you— not that you were particularly complaining about it.

"Fuck, you're tight!" Taehyung exclaimed once buried knuckles deep inside your folds.

"You like that, baby?" Taehyung asked biting gently your cheek. The feeling of his long digits inside of you rubbing against the right areas made your speech stutter and knees almost give out.

"Fuck!!" you exclaimed pounding the mirror with your palm. "Don't stop!" you urged him on.

Taehyung growled in content, happy to oblige with your request. He picked up his pace and groaned ever-so-slightly against your thigh when he felt your walls tighten around his fingers— fingers coated with your lust and neediness.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you were very close to crying at this point. Jungkook had never made you feel this good. At this point of his adventure throughout your body you were practically begging Taehyung to let you cum since you couldn't hold it in anymore. And Taehyung happily fulfilled your wishes.

He could already feel you clenching violently around his fingers and your moans filling the tiny space— there was no doubt your neighbors were aware of what was happening in your apartment.

"Come on baby," he urged you on pumping faster and curling his fingers flush against your g-spot his other hand dragging across your sensitive clit, eliciting mewls from you. "Cum for me!" He concentrated on his fingers to give you the maximum amount of pleasure but you were so in your own world that anything could'be made you buck your hips in need.

"You're close aren't you, baby? I know you are." Taehyung growled. "The way you are clenching your tight tight pussy around my fingers you must be close."

"Oh my fucking god, Taehyung!" you cried, tears streaming down your face, knees pressed together and hands barely keeping you up. "Please let me cum!"

Taehyung allowed for your release by pressing on your clitoris even harder sending you off the cliff and into pure bliss with a loud cry as you crashed down on the ground shaking from the force of your orgasm.

"You are such a good girl, Y/N,"Taehyung stayed still watching you squirm from the powerful release— it felt like a tight knot had been released from its pressure and set free. Yes, you felt free.

"Taehyung..." you whimpered before latching yourself onto him, hugging him like it was your last day on earth. Taehyung laid his tattooed arms over your shoulders soothing your disheveled hair out of your face.

"You are such a good girl for me," Taehyung whispered into your hair.

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[dawnofmydreams]

15 questions

Tagged by @vminsos  thanks 😍❤️💜

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after a character in a book but my name is kind of common

2. When was the last time you cried?

In May when my dog died

3. Do you have any kids?

No and not for a long time

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Way too much!

5. Eye color?

Blueish gray but sometimes they look green

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy Endings!

7. Special talents?

I did track and field in college so I can throw a shotput, discus, javelin, weight and hammer.

8. Where were you born?

United States

9. Do you have any hobbies?

Reading, traveling and watching shows

10. Do you have any pets?

We just recently got a new dog

11. What sports have/do you play?

Soccer, lacrosse, gymnastics, softball, swimming, basketball but my main sports were Field Hockey, Track and Field and Rugby

12. How tall are you?

5′5

13. Favorite subject in school?

Chinese, History, Literature

14. Dream job?

College Professor or Talk show host

15. Tag 15 mutuals.

@yuniixoxo @uwunnie @parkjinyoungnotjyp @btsinlondon @jikooxk @http-peachjimin @jiangsspace @hobies-universe @kawaii-ing @ystlumod-dyslecsig-deillion @charlie-hatsune @xiusmybeautifulnightmare @galaxy-joonie @harmony991721 @isthisatlantis

#tagged #questions

[main-jiang]

Listening to 10 minutes of Namjoon rap in Look Here while writing drabbles is gold.

Jiang’s Space

#famous quotes #bts fanfic #bts #jiangsspace

[7sirens-blog]

Tag Game

Tag game

Rules: Tag 15 people you want to know better!

Tagged by: @suaimhneas-kpop

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Colour(s): Purple, sea foam, pink

Lipstick or chapstick?: Lipstick

Song stuck in your head: DDAENG By BTS

Last movie I watched: I actually have no idea. Probably Harry Potter

Top three tv shows: I don't watch much tv but umm... Sugar Rush on Netflix, Friends, and how I met your mother.

Books I'm currently reading: None actually, but I just read the Shining

Time: 6:14 pm

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1-2 most of the time

Dream Trip: Japan

Anything I really want: cake, at the moment. Otherwise idk, money?

Tags: @submissive-bangtan @jiangsspace @btsflufflysmut

[lilcutieana]

PANACEA / One  (M)

Word count: 3k

Pairing : Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff , (angst in later chapters)

Rating: 13+

A/N: Its my first ever attempt at fanfic. I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it. Dedicated to my friends who encouraged me to write <3

@barbika1508 @madamef-er @breakers191 @kpop-scribbles & @jiangsspace

moodboard credits : @peaches-of-1

Summary : Kim Taehyung, an adorable seven year old , loved by many with big dreams and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts has a chance encounter with the angel of death herself. 

Chapter one  Chapter two    Chapter three    Chapter Four

Chapter Five    Chapter Six    Chapter Seven   Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten   Chapter Eleven

Is it really just a chance encounter? 

Rain.Storm.Thunder.Death. You see one, and think of the others. They are but the reflection of one another. Some people embrace death as their only salvation, some are terrified of the unknown that comes with death while some are ignorant and blissfully living each day as if death isn’t inevitable.

Me? I’m neither of those. How I wish I had a definite end to this cycle. Collecting souls is a tedious task. Specifically more so in the past century, since humans keep changing their faith and thus making it hard to track them down. But the list given, is never wrong. It’s made before birth and determines a person’s death down to the T. However, the only change being who would get to collect. That task is determined by higher-ups I’d rather not mention.

Mostly, the souls are collected by grim reapers, there isn’t one but many of them all over the world. Conversely, for certain, very special cases, us angels are sent. My name hasn’t been summoned or spoken of in centuries, yet here we are. The world as I last saw, has changed so much. Humans, not as much it seems. How can they? Where their very core is the same, only the ideals have changed, not the sins or the temptations.

Names. They have such values and meanings to them. Humans seem to disregard that and unknowingly cause more harm than good. In the two days I’ve been here, I’ve seen more idiocy than bravery. Some amuse me while others make me wish to never return again for as long as I can. Not that it’s my choice, oh no. I’m to bring the soul of a child unborn who is to die tonight and shall be one of many angels who serve the guardian angels in time of need.

I’m early tonight, there’s still an hour left before the dreadful accident. For the living, all I have to do, is let go of my human appearance. My true self is powerful enough to evoke strong emotions from a human, transfix their very being onto me and then the soul willingly leaves the body and fuses with mine. But, this child is unborn and I shall have to wait for it to die before I can fuse the soul. As a soul, it shall recognize me for who I am and I cannot force its soul to come with me, it has to be absolutely of its own will. That, right there, is the trickiest part for which I am being involved for the very first time in two decades. Not that others are incapable, but I’m the only female angel and children are most likely to follow females, than males.

So here I wait. Right at the terrace of the building across the railroads. Leather pants, purple tank top and jean jacket clad. I don’t have need for any weapons or accessories, they would just weigh me down. The moon is bright tonight, makes it easier for me to see through it all without much effort. I’d rather not use my celestial powers among sentient beings for they don’t deserve that disturbance.

As high and mighty I speak, I’m actually itching to get out of my human illusion, not only is it restricting my appearance and powers, its making me delirious too. Should not have come two days early to inspect on the human world. Well, it is most certainly too late to regret that now.

A young boy seems to cross the railroads now. Its past ten at night, little boys should be at home. Why is he loitering around? More importantly, why’s nobody around to watch over him? It is none of my business anyway. I drag my stare away and focus on the scattered clouds above. They don’t form any particular shape but I still try to imagine myself soaring around them like old times, when I was freer, happier and naïve. Just like the young lad.

And my traitorous brain just had to focus on him. There is something about that child, I just can’t bring myself to decide whether to ignore it or to find it out for myself. It’s not like I have better things to do. He does seem old enough not to recognize the presence of all things unnatural. Even though, my senses are dulled and I cannot tell if he has the vision, I feel it’s better to keep myself as less involved as possible. I only need to confirm.

No.Wait. what do I get out of confirming if he has the vision or not? It doesn’t affect me in anyway. If he decides to stay until the accident, he will only have witnessed a horrible accident and if he has vision, he will have seen me coaxing a soul to leave with me to another dimension. But if I make him leave, he won’t notice anything and remain blissfully unaware.

Ten minutes to go before the accident. The train bell sounds from a distance, the roads blocked. The card appears right in front of me, floating like a feather. It ought not to be visible to humans, with some exceptions to the gifted of the curse of vision. Some call it a gift, but those born with it, see it as a curse, not that it can be blamed. Who wouldn’t? Seeing things that are not meant to be is not just disturbing but terrifying in its own. The words appear describing my exact job for the day. It has been appearing every now and then for this past week just so I couldn’t make the excuse of not having seen it. ? Yes, I’m guilty of doing just that. Quite the human trait I picked up. I was, after all, a human once. Even after drinking from the river of oblivion, Lethe, I still have my human traits, if not for the forgotten memories instilled in me, they are there, but I’m forced to not try to remember what is once forgotton.

                                    Attempted murder

                                    Fuse the unborn

                                    Bind the innocent

                                                 That was really helpful. No, thank you, really. I glared at the sky to whoever was watching over me.

I know exactly who to save. I really must see if this boy is the one I need to save, if at all. He turns abruptly now, and trips over a pebble and down he goes. I jump down without a second thought and whiz past the railroads straight to him. But I realize a little too late I should have taken the human approach. Not only was there a danger to be seen, but also I let some of my restrained powers out which would attract other souls to me and that, is a sight not so pretty.

I extend my right arm to him and he takes my hand without a doubt and lifts himself up into a sitting position. Letting go of his tiny hand in mine, I sit right beside him and look him over for any bruises, trying my best not to touch him. The less contact I have with him, the better. He looks fine enough, so I try to read him a little.

“You’re pretty” he says with an excited smile. So he must not have the vision. I raise my eyebrow at his choice of words. Well if I had to choose a human appearance, why would I choose an unflattering one? Ignoring his compliment, since it wasn’t the true me anyway, I asked something that has been on my mind for a while.

“Why didn’t you run away?” I ask intrigued. It isn’t everyday a child catches my attention. They’re a nuisance anyway. Not that he could outrun me, but I wasn’t even chasing him. He was going to be a bother to my case. I couldn’t complete the soul fusion without turning into my true form and I did not wish for him to witness something as terrifying and grotesque as that.

“Because I fell.” He says with a smile. Well he isn’t wrong.  But I didn’t mean just then. I meant for a while now. I looked him over closely. He had a chubby face, chocolate curly mop of hair sat on his forehead, or it could be black, it was too dark to tell. His eyes shimmering in the moonlight above, but his pupils were too dark. Either almost black, or truly black. A straight nose and a confused smile. Oh. Right. I zoned out. And that’s when it hit me, he wasn’t aware of my presence at all. At least not until I picked him up.

“Aren’t you scared? I’m a strange lady who stays out at night” I jested, trying to read him better. I didn’t dare mistake his identity. He took my hand and sat up straighter facing me.

“I’m out at night too. It feels good to stare at the stars. Not noisy at all. And you’re pretty, you won’t hurt me” he held onto my fingers so tight. That’s when it occurred to me that I was still a human and he could see me clear as day. Of course. His heart was steady enough to show he was speaking the truth too.

“This is no safe place, go back home while you have the chance. I’m not as good as you think I am.” I glared at him playfully. He was, after all, still a child. Also, he needed to leave for me to complete the task. I couldn’t let his presence deter me.

But it was too late, the train arrived and a woman was pushed through. As the train was on high speed, she went almost flying, hovering in the air for barely seconds and then crashed to the level crossing. I scrambled and held the boy’s eyes closed and covered his ears.

You had ONE JOB Y/N. Internally screaming at myself for interfering at my own work, I saw her body convulsing and slowly loose conciousness.The boy was struggling in my grasp to see what was happening. I saw someone rushing towards her and I knew I must have screwed up bad. Yet I had to watch and wait for the child’s soul to appear. Taking a deep breath I let go of the child beside me and made him look into my eyes. Hope this works.

“I’m Y/N, I know you’re scared. But it’s going to be okay. Those people are going to help that lady. She will be fine. So please, just stay behind here and wait for me. I’ll be back. Don’t follow me please. Promise?” I asked with a steady voice and looked straight at his panicking eyes. He closed them for a moment and stared straight ahead at me, more determined now.

“I’m not a child, I’m stronger, you know? I’ll stay right here, call me when you need help.” He nodded his head once with renewed determination and I was proud, well that takes care of one part of things. “Close your eyes and count till thirty. I’ll be back in a bit” I waited for him to close his eyes and let myself be invisible and took my real form.

It isn’t painful, but exhilarating. I let my wings unfurl from how they were bound to my torso and gave them a dainty shake. That felt good. Letting the other changes happen gradually, I opened my eyes and walked towards the woman who was supported by the head by another woman and a few men were discussing things and taking. I hope they called the paramedics, if there was going to be a miscarriage, I’d rather not the woman die along with it. Well, it’s not like I had any claim over the woman’s soul. I looked back at the boy and he was staring straight at me. Well that’s odd, I was only supposed to be visible to those who had death close to them or have already died. I waved at him and he continued staring at me blankly. Well that solves it, must be staring randomly. Whirling around, I waited for the soul to leave the body. I could have helped the woman but I wasn’t supposed to interfere with human dealings. That would disrupt the whole balance of nature and inevitable grant me a punishment.

I checked my watch, it was past 11:20 now. Seven minutes too long. The assignments given were always accurate. Down to every detail. Did I misread perhaps? I summoned my assignment once again and it appeared floating right above my head. Cursing my short stature, I jumped rather ungracefully and almost twisted my ankle in the process. Uncurling it of its intricate butterfly folding, I did earlier on it to pass my time, I read it again, but it was blurring right in front of my very eyes. Strange.

I blinked a few times and it was re-written again. This never happens. I think… I just screwed up majorly. The words appeared again and what I read made goose bumps run across my skin. I turned around and saw the woman profusely bleeding and losing her life, but somehow, her heart was still strong. Soon an ambulance with paramedics arrived. I guess my job here was indeed cancelled. No souls to collect. I just wasted two days on Earth without gaining anything of worth. Uriel was going to have a field day having my head on a platter and serving it to the council to comment and dissect me with wrath and hurtful comments on past mistakes. This was my final chance to prove myself being capable to return to Earth and I just blew that up in smokes.

Sighing, I turned to see the boy, well he seemed to keep his promise of not moving from his spot but suddenly he seems to awaken from his dazed state and starts to look around. I fold the parchment in my hands and will them to disappear again. Never has it happened that a death got rescheduled. Looking up, I decide to return to my human form since I need to keep my promise too. I can’t make my visit to Earth completely a fluke. He then takes a deep breath, oh no, he mustn’t call for me, not when I’m not a human.

“Y/N!!! Come Back!! “

And just like that, our eyes find each other right across the street. His eyes seem to grow twice its size. Just like magnets connecting I feel a chill go down my spine and see him shudder from a distance too. I can sense his curiosity, fear and most of all, the admiring gaze of his. It’s like I could taste it in the air. No, it wasn’t the air, I could feel it in my veins, his emotions, and his very presence was pulling me in, drowning me. I hadn’t noticed when I had started walking towards him, as if pulled by a force unseen, captivated, and I didn’t want to let go.

“You’re---- “He abruptly stopped and looked behind me. Oh.

I tucked my wings back in. He looked at me again with furrowed brows this time. Imploring me with his eyes to let him see them. We were closer now, the blaring of the ambulance just white noise, all that mattered was this boy in front of me, who could see me now. I don’t understand how, or why it happened. Maybe my name spoken with such certainty, bound me to him or maybe it was something else. I would have to bring it to the counsel to get a better understanding. But from what my instincts told me, I’d rather not leave him alone. I had to make sure he was safe and okay.

“Told you, I’m not what you assume me to be. But I’m not here to hurt anyone. I just look scary”. I looked down and chuckled dryly. Really, what was I expecting? He’s human, my cover is blown. This night couldn’t have gone any worse. “Go along, I’ll walk you back to your home.”

When I heard no replay or movement from him, I looked up to see him crying silently. /That was a sight I wish to never witness again. No, I wish to never let happen again. I felt like a dagger was piercing and twisting around my chest. It was me who made him cry. It’s all my fault. Humans always cry around me, for the loss of souls. But somehow, this time, it’s different and it hurts. He’s crying for me. Nobody did that. I know, for I can feel his emotions and mixed together with mine, they hurt twice as bad. I fall to my knees, the pain too much to bear.

“You know, we angels can’t be hurt, we don’t age, and we never die, but you---- found my only weakness. We have fragile hearts. “

“I’m Kim Taehyung. You never asked my name. Why? I don’t wanna go home yet, I like watching stars from here.They’re pretty. And you are too. I didn’t want to hurt you, I promise.” And he hugged me tightly to him. Me, who was trembling on the floor. Me, who was breaking inside. Taehyung, a beautiful name indeed. It should have been who was comforting him. But, I felt all my worries, my hatred, my doubts fading away, melting on his embrace. I felt forgiven, accepted and cared for. Is this why we were forbidden from interacting with humans unless necessary?

I didn’t want to think anymore and just--- be. For once, I wanted to forget it all. He let go of me all too soon and I wiped his tears away. With a blindingly bright smile, devoid of two teeth he held my hand and helped me stand up again.

“Let’s go home?”

With a huge sigh and kicking at a stray pebble, he bobbed his head and clutched my hand tight,

“okay”

#kim taehyung #bts fanfics #bts imagines #taehyung fluff

[notaisho]

🦊

I was kindly tagged by @jiangsspace

Nicknames: MT (english letter prononciation) and other very personnal ones.

Gender: Woman

Starsign: Cancer 

Height: 155 cm / Around 5′

Time: 15:13 (3 PM)

Birthday: 28th June

Favorite bands/artists: BTS, Loco, Jay park. But Totally into Loco this days.

Song stuck in my head: Bicycle by Queen 

Last movie I watched: Ils ont d’abord tué mon père ( First they killed my father) - Netflix

Last TV show I watched: It’s dangerous behind the blanket - Korean program

What do I post: Fanfictions created by my brains during my sleep.

Do I get asks?: No, sadly (or not) I don’t get ones.

URL meaning: Don’ts ask, fucking embarrassing from my youth time.

Average hours of sleep: This days... 4 hours is already incredible.

Nationality: French.

I don’t known who to tag, if you want me to tag you tell me.

#Author got tagged #Should I thank Jiang for this ??

[aloosefangirl]

20 Questions Tag

This is the first time I get tagged!

Tagged by @read-eat-sleep-bts-repeat

Name: My nickname is Shosho, but I'm not going to put my real name.

Zodiac Sign: I'm a Cancer ♋

Height: I actually have no idea, but a lot of people say I'm tall, but not too tall.

Languages: Arabic is my native language. I can speak English fluently and some French and currently learning Korean.

Nationality: I'm Arab. More specifically I'm from Egypt.

Favorite Fruit: Strawberries 🍓and watermelon 🍉.

Favorite scent: Lavenders.

Favorite Color: Purple and black.

Favorite Animal: ummmmmm koalas.

Tea, Coffee or Hot Chocolate: Both tea and hot chocolate.

Favorite Fictional Character: Oof! How am I supposed to answer that? They're my children! I can't choose a favorite!

Dream Trip: Going to South Korea or Greece or Rome.

When Blog was Created: I honestly don't remember. It was a long time ago that I first made my blog but I wasn't active in it so I uninstalled Tumblr and then downloaded it again after some time.

Last Movie Seen: Monsters Inc.

Favorite Candy: DARK CHOCOLATE!

Favorite Holidays: My favorite Islamic holiday is Eid Al Addha. My favorite Christian Holiday is Halloween.

Songs on Repeat: Right now it's 불장난 (Playing with Fire) - BlackPink.

Song one: Red Velvet -Cool World

Song two: BTS -Beautiful

Song three: Blackpink - Forever Young

@shitthehousessay @crystalsnown @blackpink @jiminmochi-chimchim @jiangsspace @totallycorrectpjo @pjmlog

#20 questions

[parkkjiminssi-writer]

Some game

Tagged by @needmeagucciboy ♥

Rules: Bold what you prefer and then tag people who you want to know better.

1) coffee or tea

2) early bird or night owl

3) chocolate or vanilla

4) spring or fall

5) silver or gold

6) pop or alternative

7) freckles or dimples

8) snakes or sharks

9) mountains or fields

10) thunder or lightning

11) egyptian or greek mythology

12) ivory or scarlet

13) flute or lyre

14) eyes or lips

15) witch or fairy

16) opal or diamond

17) butterflies or honeybees

18) macaroons or eclairs

19) typewritten or handwritten letters

20) secret garden or secret library

21) rooftop or balcony

22) spicy or mild

23) opera or ballet

24) london or paris

25) vincent van gogh or claude monet

26) denim or leather

27) potions or spells

28) ocean or desert

29) mermaid or siren

30) masquerade ball or coctail party

I don’t have many friends here lol so I’ll tag @mooniightscar and @jiangsspace

[jelly-jellx]

Tagged by: @avevante

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

2ND RULE: Bold the statements that are true.

Tagging: @jiangsspace​  @jesugaismyname​ @slvttyarmy​ @guksthighs​ @mind-neo-ark​  @hobistagram​

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well  - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend ™ - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life  - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

#tagged #jellxemerxld

[jiangsspace]

Jeon Jungkook | Photograph

Pairing: soldier!jungkook x fem!reader

Word count: 1,5k

Genre: angst, fluff

Young air force soldier Jeon Jungkook gets the opportunity of his dreams to explore the world on a 48 month deployment. In the end only photographs are left to remind of him.

“Baby?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Y/N. Listen to me…” he buried his face on your lap and wrapped his arms around you. The gesture of surrendering. You petted his head and let out a sigh.

“This isn’t exactly how I planned to spend the next four years of my life, Jungkook.” The hurt in your voice sent shivers down the male’s back. This wasn’t what he had planned either. But when the contract was set before him, he couldn’t refuse. 

And he really wanted to go. You could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. The way he always seemed to light up when you talked about the future and his possible deployment.

“You need to know that I didn’t plan for this to happen so soon.” Jungkook lifted his head searching for forgiveness. Clasping your hands in his warm palms he needed your forgiveness to go with a light heart. Otherwise he would resent himself for hurting you.

“You need to know I love- ” In a heartbeat the room started shaking. The framed pictures fell to the floor sending pieces of glass everywhere. The noise was deafening. The smoke that entered from open windows hanged in the room making it impossible to see further than two feet.

“Jungkook? Jungkook!” Your blood raced in your veins. Jungkook had disappeared into the smoke and fire. Your lap was turning cold from his absence. The smoke was now so thick it was suffocating you. Where was Jungkook? Where was he? Jungkook! What the hell?

You opened your eyes in a flash. Sweat dripping down from your forehead you attempted to steady your racing heartbeat. It seemed impossible. Breathe in. Breathe out. Brea- breathe.

You got up to clear your head. The cold floor made you gasp in shock. You wrapped your shivering body with the first shirt you could find on the floor. As you draped the large dress shirt over your shoulders, Jungkook’s scent engulfed you.

He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. His cologne pushed into your nostrils and his lips kissed your cheek. You felt his arms wrap around your trembling body. He was here to comfort you, tell you he hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Baby,” he gently kissed your lips and tucked you back to bed. “It was all just a bad dream. I’m here now.”

Jungkook leaned down to kiss your nose when his face distorted in a painful expression, long black wings spreading out of his back. He opened his mouth to growl out in pain, but no sound was heard.

“Jungkook?” you grabbed his shoulders, but he started fading out again. The black wings were taking him away from you. The last thing you saw of him were his glistening eyes mixed with fear and agony.

“Jungkook!”

Your eyes flew open, your hand on your chest. Your breathing was ragged and you felt like crying. Salty tears had stained your pillow and your hands were sweaty. You weren’t certain if this was another dream or if you had woken up for real this time.

“I can’t do this,” tears sprung in your eyes “I can’t- I can’t do this.” Rubbing your neck you got up, the cold floor waking you up immediately. Glancing down at the alarm clock you yelped. It was nine in the morning. You were late from work.

Hurriedly waking the coffee machine to life you grabbed an apple from the counter and threw it in your bag.

Time seemed to move slowly as you brushed your hair and twirled it in a messy french twist, slapping some makeup to mask your paleness.

You walked left and right in the house getting ready for work, trying to forget the fact that Jungkook basically lived here with you. His stuff adorned the shelves and some of his clothes were hung in the walk-in closet.

Finally out the door you rushed to the garage and unlocked the car. It was then your Samsung began crying in your bag. Slightly annoyed you groaned but checked who was calling.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon...” you were baffled. “No, no I was just on my way to work.” Her voice was broken and you had trouble understanding what she was saying. It took everything you had not to break down and cry your heart out.

“I suppose you already know what happened- what happened to Jungkook.” She couldn’t say her son’s name out loud instead she opted to whisper it. Your hand had stopped on the door handle when you received the call. Now it felt like the only thing keeping you on your feet.

“I- I’m aware of the situation, yes.” You sobbed yet wanting to appear strong. Your knuckles were turning white and you were late from work, but you stayed on the phone listening to Jungkook’s mother’s cries.

“I’d like to meet you. Collect some of Jungkook’s items from your house. Now that he’s not here they might bring too many sad memories.” Attempting to sound soothing she failed miserably.

“Excuse me?” Collect some of Jungkook’s items? From your house?

“I figured you’d want to get rid of them now that he’s not with us anymore.” She had composed herself and now sounded stern. Almost cold.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” You laughed dryly.

“Look, can we meet? I’m running late and I just wanted to check up on you.” You could sense the venom in her voice but then again, it could just be your mind playing games with you.

“Sure. I’d love to meet,” you blurted out. “How about next Friday?”

Everyone at work were acting like they didn’t know you and Jungkook were once a couple. Instead you were treated like a time bomb, ready to blow up at any time.

As soon as you set foot at the 10th floor you wanted to turn back and run home. But it wasn’t until lunch break that you really ached to leave.

Your heart jumped to your throat. The entire office burst into talk about enemies and secret plots of sabotage while your body wanted to shut down and collapse from the pain and grief. You had to go home. Now.

You walked over to your desk and hurriedly gathered some papers to take home. You could work from home and mourn Jungkook in private.

Your eyes wandered around for a few times to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything and then you left the building as quick as possible.

When you were only a few minutes away from home, you received a text from Jungkook’s mother.

If you were honest, the thought of Jungkook gone hadn’t hit you yet. There was no way he was gone. It had to be just a misunderstanding and a confusion between regiments. You tried to cling onto the last flicker of hope, that Jungkook was safe.

You pulled up to the driveway and got out of the vehicle locking in it the process. This was something you had done so many times that you no longer had to think about it. But something was different today.

There was a man standing in front of the main doors with a serious expression. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be happening. Looking at the officer in his adorned suit made you sick to the core.

Suddenly you felt like you were eleven again. It was then the news of your father’s death reached home.

The casualty officer hugged your mother and supported her when her legs couldn’t. There you were standing behind your mother confused and scared. Why was she crying? Should you be crying too? Deep down you knew what had happened but you wanted to appear strong in front of her.

This seemed like the exact same situation and you feared your legs weren’t going to carry you further. You stood in front of the car holding your breath. You didn’t know what to do with the car keys so you just gripped onto them.

You both stood there for a while until the casualty officer took a step towards you. His eyes tried to convey compassion but you were too concentrated on steadying your breath. With every step he took you felt more and more suffocated. You wanted to ask him to stop before you would run out of oxygen.

“Mrs. Jeon?”

“I’m- I’m not- we weren’t married,” you managed to whisper. It felt like a punch to the stomach to speak of him in the past. The man bowed in front you and then hesitantly took another step towards you which made you want to back off. But you were already leaning on the silver vehicle. Damned car.

“Ms... I’m here to deliver news.” His voice had gone quieter as if to mimic your tone. He tried so hard to be polite and understanding. However, you knew he had no idea what you were going through. He had no idea what loss you had to endure. You were so young. Jungkook, he was at the peak of his health and a wonderful career ahead of him.

“What if we went inside?” you stopped him and motioned towards the house. “I have nosy neighbors.”

Ironically, this felt like the perfect circle. The same living room where Jungkook revealed his deployment was also going to be the place where his death was announced. You motioned the officer to sit down on the chair opposite you as you sat down on the same leather sofa you had sat on three years ago with Jungkook resting on your lap.

It felt like a dream. Jungkook, who had promised to come back in one piece, had broken that promise. And when the casualty officer finally broke the news of Jungkook’s departure and offered his condolences you cried heavily just like your mother had cried all those years ago.

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#bts jungkook #jungkook fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #jungkook angst #bts angst #kpop angst #angst #soldier!jungkook #jungkook x reader #photograph #jeon jungkook #oops... #jiangsspace

[jiangsspace]

Jeon Jungkook | Photograph

Pairing: soldier!jungkook x fem!reader

Word count: 964

Genre: angst

Young air force soldier Jeon Jungkook gets the opportunity of his dreams to explore the world on a 48 month deployment. In the end only photographs are left to remind of him.

Your hands are wrapped around a tall male, his purple hair framing his young face. A calm expression enhances his jawline, bright eyes and small nose. He is at least two heads taller than you and staring down at your frame. You have a smiling expression full of joy and love as you grab onto his black air force uniform.

It was the summer of 2013. A hot, almost suffocating summer with lots of ice cream and trips to the beach. There were no worries in the world, you were young and so was he. He would grab you by the waist and run for the waves before throwing you into the salty sea water. 

“Put me down right now or you’ll regret it!” There was no remorse on his face, only laughter and mischief. You wanted to smack his back, but his strong arms had locked you in an awkward position unable to move left or right.

“Jeon Jungkook--” you couldn’t finish your sentence because the warm waves had engulfed you, taken you into their welcoming arms. When you resurfaced you didn’t see him. Your friends were still ashore tanning and enjoying the afternoon sun. “That rascal. I swear--”

Suddenly you were lifted up on someone’s shoulders. Instinctively you grabbed whatever you could take hold of. Your fingers tangled in wet purple locks and you heard an evil laugh. Jungkook had swam underneath you and picked you up. Your throbbing core was pushing against his neck and the realization caused red to splash your cheeks.

“I got you!” he smirked. Unable to contain his laughter he almost fell backwards with you still on his shoulders, but managed to stabilize himself.

“You scared me,” you played with his hair as you spoke. The tingling sensation on his scalp rendered him speechless. “Please put me down.”

He slowly released his strong hold of your thighs and allowed you to glide down his broad back. The warm waves hitting your ass cheeks, waist and finally shoulders.

As wonderful as this summer day had been, the thought of the future - your future - still lurked in the back of your head. And that one Christmas day that left you crushed wouldn’t leave your dreams.

It was Christmas day and you had prepared a gift for Jungkook. It was your 5th anniversary and you wanted to surprise him with a game he had drooled over for the past year but couldn’t afford. Little did you know Jungkook was going to drop a bomb on you.

The door bell rang just as you were taking chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. Behind the door was a bouquet of yellow roses and a cold Jungkook. You ushered him to enter and took his jacket and roses.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” Jungkook took you in his arms and spinned you around a few times. “Did you enjoy Switzerland?”

You skipped to the kitchen and poured him a mug of hot chocolate. “We went to the mountains and took some really nice pictures. I’ll show you later.”

Jungkook sipped his chocolate with a worried expression on his face, pondering about the next few words very carefully.

Seeing you around the kitchen and preparing the Christmas meal made his heart jump to his throat. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around you.

The warmth radiating from the oven had given you a glowy skin. When Jungkook’s body collided with yours you felt even more suffocated. But the intimacy made your heart flutter and you forgot everything about the sweat on your forehead.

Jungkook’s breath hit your exposed neck and his hands roamed against your arms. This was something he would miss while on duty. Your positivity, your warmth and your hot chocolates. It pained him to announce his deployment. He knew you wouldn’t take it easily.

Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. “I have something to tell you baby.”

Even though Jungkook had repeated over and over again how he would come back home in 48 months and how everyone would be safe, you couldn’t stop picturing how everything would turn out to be disastrous.

You had nightmares of Jungkook being shot down from sky. You had deceiving dreams where he was home and in your arms. He was going away for four years. Four years was a long time for two people who had just began to even dream about a shared life together. 

“This is something big for me baby, I can’t let this opportunity pass by me.” Jungkook pleaded searching for your eyes. He tried to grab your hands, but the thought of touching him was too much. You knew you were being petty but you couldn’t help your feelings.

“I know you can’t refuse this opportunity. I know how much you’ve wanted this. I know --” tears were threatening to fall. “I know how much you’ve waited for this. But did you ever consider what I wanted?”

Jungkook dropped down onto his knees in front of you. His eyes were still searching for your orbs. Your heart shattered when he took a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Here’s the contract for my deployment. 48 months will go by in a heartbeat.” His voice was thin and broken. He attempted to touch you again. You let him.

“Baby?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Y/N. Listen to me...” he buried his face on your lap and wrapped his arms around you. The gesture of surrendering. You petted his head and let out a sigh.

“How will we survive?” he sighed, eyes closed. Your hand kept caressing his dyed hair. You closed your eyes forbidding anymore tears.

36 months in the news arrived. Jungkook’s plane was shot from the sky. The body was never found.

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credit for picture: @emotionalwords

#bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #soldier!jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fanfiction #bts angst #jungkook angst #angst #jiangsspace #photograph by ed sheeran

[jiangsspace]

Park Jimin | Satisfied

Pairing: fem!reader x Park Jimin

Word count: 1,3K

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings! graphic depiction of sex

A depiction of a  night of passionate desperation between two people. Jimin has secrets he would rather not reveal. Only time would tell.

He ripped my shirt and threw it onto the tousled bed as his hungry eyes eyed me up and down in my black bra. But instead of covering myself like I usually would have done, I hooked my fingers around the metal clasp and let it sprung free allowing the entire garment to fall to the floor. The surprise on Jimin's face didn't escape me and it gave me more confidence to show off my curves. The fact he just destroyed my clothes didn't matter. They weren't exactly mine either.

Jimin's eyes followed my every move and he liked the boldness. It aroused him to see me like this, slowly creeping towards the edge of my comfort zone. His lips tweaked in a warm smile as he closed the distance between us by pressing his toned body against mine. I could feel his arousal through his jeans as he ran his fingers through my hair and peppered small kisses to my neck.

My hands tried to desperately find some skin to touch, but Jimin knew how to make me beg. Instead, my hands were greeted by the smooth material of his dress shirt. His deep breath tingled my ear and I could sense he was growing impatient.

His fingers had travelled down to my breasts and were slowly creeping towards my heated core. The anticipation of feeling his hands on me again after a while was enough to make me dizzy and Jimin knew that. Instead of giving me what I wanted he decided to tease me a little longer and spin me around to face him.

He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me marvelling at the smooth skin and flushed cheeks. His lips latched onto my neck. The tugging feeling near my vein was strong. Jimin was going to mark me. I could already feel the bruises rising on my skin as Jimin kissed and pulled and bit on it.

My deep sighs and moans echoed around the bedroom. Hearing my small whimpers almost drove him off the cliff, and I hadn't even touched him the way he liked me to.

The longing for his touch increased as his hands travelled downwards and reached my waist. Jimin's heavy breaths were a clear sign of his own arousal getting the best of him because soon he unbuckled my shorts and pulled them off. The impatience in his eyes was evident when Jimin's eyes roamed across my almost bare body. The only piece of clothing keeping him from touching and kissing my most sacred parts was the matching black lacy hipster pants.

Jimin ushered me to turn around and I obliged. He gave my cheeks a few light teasing smacks before kissing the flesh. Jimin positioned himself behind me and groaned in content. He was so close now. All he needed to do was discard of the obstacle and I would be his. Little did he know, I had already surrendered myself to him. Body and soul. Heart and mind.

When he had me naked on the tousled bed everything seemed to fall into place. Jimin pleaded me to face him, the sound of his voice strained from lust. I turned around agonizingly slow and pressed my breasts against his chest. I looked at the buttons on his shirt and licked my lips.

Normally Jimin didn't allow such boldness from me, but tonight seemed different. I reached the first button and popped it open. Jimin flinched but let me continue. This was the first time in two months that he let me touch him like this. So intimately. I quickly finished unbuttoning his white shirt and pushed it off his shoulders letting the loose fabric pool on the bed.

I decided to push Jimin a little further out of his comfort-zone wrapping my arms around his frame and kissed his jawline. The two-day stubble tickled my lips, but I kept going. I could feel Jimin tense under my touch but he didn't push me away like he normally would have.

"Why do you let me touch you like this?" I ask between my kisses. Jimin shivers but the room feels suffocatingly hot. I move away from him suddenly self-conscious about my nakedness.

I stumble out of bed and attempt to wrap myself in Jimin's dress shirt. Embarrassment begins rising on my cheeks as I mumble nonsense words. Something Jimin has noticed as an odd habit of mine. I walk over to the window and let some fresh night air in.

"I haven't been very honest with you," Jimin states before closing the distance between us. His strong arm wraps around my waist as he pushes my hair out of the way.

"I don't need to know anything about you. I just enjoy spending time with you." I shiver from the cold but keep the window open. "I like spending time with you."

"What if I were a murderer?" Jimin jokes and hugs me tighter. I lower my head in denial.

"You don't have the patience. You would've murdered me already." I test him, turning around in his embrace. He is so much taller than me. And his features are so sharp. Sometimes his piercing gaze frightens me.

"You know I have the patience. Just you wait little Bambi, I will get you," he growls and grabs me by the waist lifting me up onto his shoulder. I try to escape, but Jimin is faster and locks me tightly in his hold giving my cheek a loud slap.

He throws me on the bed and rips the dress shirt from my body. I gasp in surprise but the action makes heat pool in my core.

"That's the second shirt and we haven't even tasted each other yet!" my eyes widen at the sight of him. But immediately regret my words as Jimin breathes against my core and licks a long straight line ending at my clitoris. My fingers fly to his perfectly styled hair but it doesn't take me long to loudly moan out his name and ruin his hairstyle.

My gasps and whimpers keep splashing the walls with different colours and words. Jimin keeps his pace and does a good job of unravelling me like a present. Jimin was always very good with his tongue, and not just for speaking. He concentrates mainly on my clitoris because he knows how good it makes me feel. Yet the urge to push two fingers to ease the aching throbbing becomes stronger than him and he obliges.

The sudden intrusion nearly throws me off the edge and my fingers grip his locks more tightly. I urge him to keep going and accompany my moans with an involuntary shaking of my legs. I close my eyes to concentrate on the movement of his tongue against my core. Before long the tightening feeling building up demands escape and pushes me aggressively off the edge. I keep seeing stars as Jimin licks his coated fingers and pushes himself up to connect our lips.

"I got you." He states arousal oozing from his words. The lazy way of talking after giving me amazing head had become a given. He always told me how irresistible I am and how he couldn't stop himself from tasting me for the first time every time.

That night we had sex multiple times on the bed, on the sofa, on the kitchen counter and even in the shower when we were persuaded we were done for the night. Jimin was always very considerate of me and made sure I was satisfied before initiating penetration. That night I experienced the most consecutive orgasms I had ever had with him. The feeling was uncomfortable at the end and I had trouble breathing after my fifth orgasm but Jimin was still lively and ready to go.

We went to bed satisfied and tangled in each other's heat smelling of my shower gel.

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Namjoon; Namjoon ½  • fluff, fantasy Namjoon 2/2 • fluff, angst, slight smut  RoMe log 171029  • fluff

Seokjin; The pain inside  • angst Morning breath  • fluff 

Yoongi; Silent Love  • angst food break  • fluff

Hoseok; Boyfriend!JHS ½  • fluff Boyfriend!JHS 2/2  • fluff 

Jimin; Eternal friend  • friendship [+tae] Serendipity  • fluff 

Taehyung; First Snow  • fluff first kiss  • fluff Eternal friend  • friendship [+chim]

Jungkook; Already Missing you  • angst, fluff Boyfriend!JJK • fluff 

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TEASER 2 - Photograph

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TEASER - Photograph

“Y/N?” You stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at Jungkook. Your hair which was untied and loose flipped over your shoulder like in a Pantene advert and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. It was in a perfect lighting and the timing was just right for the abrupt movement to send the hair in a beautiful arch over your shoulder.

“Have you considered modeling?” Jungkook revealed his set of teeth as he flung his backpack around his shoulder and adjusted it comfortably against his back. You covered your mouth attempting to cover your embarrassed laughter, but Jungkook had already caught a glimpse of your teeth and how your nostrils slightly flared as music left your vocal chords.

“They say I’m too short for modeling.” You snickered now completely facing Jungkook. “Go figure,” you joked. To Jungkook this felt like the perfect moment.

“I have something to ask.”

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Kim Taehyung | Constellations

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Word count: 895

Genre: angst

Taehyung sent you a text late at night. The screen on your phone lit up and the bell sound nearly scared you to death. Swearing to have had put the phone on silent, you rolled over in your queen-sized bed. You swore like a sailor when the device blinded you. Your eyes were watering at this point and you felt a headache knocking on your head.

What on earth was that supposed to mean? He was still online and you felt the need to lecture him on waking innocent people with indecipherable messages.

“What the hell, Taehyung?” Saying his name felt weird as you hadn’t muttered it out in a long time. You two broke up two months ago and he had taken it badly. Trying to seem adult about the entire situation he would leave you alone on social media platforms as well as forget about your contact information.

You groaned in frustration. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. At least not over text. He was probably drunk and alone.

Pondering about the situation for two minutes was a mistake. You were seriously not considering calling him. Your thumb hovered over the call button and your heart was racing. It had been two months since the last time you had heard his voice.

The screen changed again and Taehyung’s face appeared on it, smiling and happy. He was calling you.

“Y/N,” his voice was deep yet tired. “Are you there?”

You realized you had stopped breathing. You rolled over onto your back and tested your voice in your head. It seemed normal and able to function properly.

“Taehyung.” The name rolled against your tongue and lips. He sighed at the name as if he had forgotten that was his name.

“I’m home. Sitting in the balcony. On my own. Sipping my beer.” With every short sentence he let escape from his lips, your heart grew heavier and the lump in your throat bigger. “I’m alone.”

You had to tighten your grip on the phone, because you knew you were about to drop everything and run to him.

“Taehyung.” The name rolled against your tongue again. It felt familiar but it had a rough edge to it. You thought you had completely forgotten how to pronounce it. This time you were more desperate and tried to fight the tears away. He was everything to you, but he was also the one thing holding you back.

“Baby…” his voice was shaking. He was clasping the beer bottle, his hand was trembling from the force. “I can’t stop thinking about us. I know I promised to stop confusing you and let you go, but you know it’s killing me.”

Tears were prickling behind your eyes and one word from him would release the flood. You didn’t want to listen because you knew he was right. You wanted to go to him and sit down next him on the balcony.

He liked stars and the galaxies fascinated him. You could watch him all day, reading his books about constellations and the sky. He became brighter by the minute when you gave him the chance to explain his newest discoveries and draw his favorite constellations.

“Do you still have the gift I gave you for our two year anniversary?” His voice was trembling more and more. You nodded before realizing this wasn’t a verbal conversation. You got up from the warm confines of the bed and pillows, the cold floor shooting shivers up and down your spine.

The dressing-table mirror reflected the moonlight, surrounding you in its comfort. The light played against your skin and Taehyung’s voice echoed in your head.

The night was beautiful and Taehyung left the curtains open on purpose to get the moonlight shining in the room. It was the eve of your two year anniversary and Taehyung had been giddy all day. You laid in bed that night and talked about the constellations and fate.

“Do you think fate brought us together?” His long fingers danced in sync with the moonlight that moved on your skin. You giggled into his side and tapped against his chest.

“I don’t believe in fate. I think we found each other by accident, and I think that’s the real magic.”

“I have something for you.” Taehyung rested his elbows against the mattress displaying his broad back to the moonlight’s dance. He gave a quick look at the dressing-table and whispered. “Check the middle drawer.”

The night air was cold but Taehyung’s warm gaze followed you all the way. The date changed as it hit midnight and Taehyung noticed that too. Opening the drawer your hands went to cover your mouth. It was a pendant with Aries’ constellation shining in the light. You turned around to look at Taehyung but he stayed silent.

“You look so graceful in the moonlight. Wear the pendant for me, always.” He got up to secure the piece of jewelry around your neck. It felt like a feather against your skin.

The middle drawer opened without a sound and revealed the constellation pendant according to your sign. Your breath hitched in your throat as the first tears got free and rolled down your cheek and against your naked body.

“Y/N…?”

“I have it.”

“Wear it for me, will you? Always.”

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