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jkstompers · 2 years

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good girls go bad | kth 1

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

genre: strangers/acquaintances to friends, “bad boy”/fuckboy!taehyung, preppy!oc, oc has an identity crisis

warnings for this part: mean boys, taehyung is kind of mean but i swear he gets nicer!!!!!, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, mention of condoms, oc overthinks

word count: 10k

author’s note: hello everyone!!!!!!! it’s been a while <3 i’m back with a taehyung fic that i’ve been writing for about a month! the title for this fic is so dramatic lol i named it after a song that i was listening to on repeat while i was writing this... good girls go bad by cobra starship! i also decided to split it into three parts because it was way too long (,,•﹏•,,) please let me know what you think! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ i’ve missed tumblr <3 i hope you enjoy it! ♡ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ”

“he said what?!” nayeon exclaims. “he said you’re a what?!”

“he said i was a…” you hide your face in shame. “...a triple p: a pink prude princess.”

“what kind of guy says that!” she huffs. “he’s not worth it anyway, baby, don’t worry about him anymore!” she pats your head, smoothing out the stray hairs that fell out of place when you repeatedly ran your hand through it.

josh, the name of the guy that called you a pink prude princess, also happens to be your longtime crush. ever since highschool, your second year to be specific. you met him in your english class; always happened to be in the same group and he was just so… cool. he’s handsome, funny (sometimes), and there was just this weird magnetic attraction you have to him. you’re not exactly sure if it’s the comfortability of knowing someone for that long or just the fact that he’s literally gorgeous.

besides that, after a good five years of crushing, you finally decided it was a good time to speak up about it. just after class, you spotted josh in his regular spot with his friends. long story short: you asked him on a simple coffee date, which he very nicely declined, saying that you weren’t exactly his type. “you’re like too good, you know? like a pink prude princess.” he joked, his friends laughed, you even laughed to make the awkwardness of the situation less dire. but it wasn’t very funny to you. so you texted nayeon in an urgent manner, telling her to meet you at the cafe just across the street from campus. you drove there in complete silence, your entire being doused in shame. questioning your style, your makeup— your existence, really.

part of you knew he wasn’t serious, but the other part of you knew he was speaking from a place of truth. you do dress quite… preppy for the lack of a better word. skirts and cardigans are the entirety of your closet. pink is one of your favorite colors, you’re a sucker for pastels. it’s just comfortable for you. you’ve never bursted out of your pink bubble because you know this works for you. so his words do have you questioning it all.

“do you think i should change my look? am i too girly?” you ask nayeon, big shiny eyes pleading her to tell you the truth.

“i love your style!” nayeon holds your hand. “you’re the sweetest, brightest person i know— don’t let some dumb guy dim that light just because he’s an idiot that doesn’t even know what the word prude means.”

you give her a small smile. “thanks, nayeon.”

with your confidence meter low, you’re really leaning towards changing your style. trying something new. maybe you are due for a change. your inviting and sweetheart personality mixed with your fashion sense is the reason why people don’t take you seriously. apparently, it’s hard to think a girl with fluffy boots and a pastel blue skirt is any competition or a serious partner. you’ve always just been a great friend and a sweet girl. people constantly compare you to their little sisters, ask what you’re doing at a party so late, and why you’re drinking. so you can’t help but get annoyed sometimes, especially when you’re grown. you’ve just got a different style.

a change does sound good. maybe people would finally look at you differently.

“i see your gears in your head turning…” nayeon gently taps your forehead. “what are you thinking about?”

“i think i’m gonna make some changes.” you smiled confidently, a plan hatching in your mind. “i’m gonna get outside of my comfort zone!”

nayeon gasps, grabbing your hands. “that’s great! what are you gonna do?”

oh, right. what are you gonna do? going to the extremes is the first thing your mind goes to, if you’re gonna do it, why not go all the way? if you want a change, then maybe try out something that’s the exact opposite of ‘you’. opposite of pastel, opposite of ‘little sister’, and someone that can intimidate people.

it’s your turn to gasp when it finally pops into your head. “what about rockstar chic?”

you can see nayeon knit her brows together, “sure, baby.” letting out a little laugh as she squeezes your hands before letting go. “no, but seriously, what are you gonna do?”

“you don’t believe me?” you huffed. only egging your ego on more. you should do it just to spite everyone and prove them wrong. leaning back in your chair, you cross your arms and try your best to think of someone that can help you out, mentor you. someone who is the epitome of intimidation…

got it.

“i’ll ask taehyung for advice!” you blurt. gathering your stuff that’s splayed out on the table and stuffing it into your bag. it was a brilliant plan in your head. change your style, learn to be intimidating, and maybe… hopefully get josh’s attention in the middle of it all.

“taehyung? what advice would you get from him? how to sleep with three different people in a day?” nayeon stops you from packing your bag any more. her glare is serious, you know she isn’t playing around when it comes to boys. especially guys like taehyung and his group of friends. they’re known players— it’s not exactly their fault that people fall in love with them, but whenever someone confesses, it’s just secondhand embarrassment for everyone watching. kind of like what happened to you earlier.

“he’s done that?” you raise your brows.

she sighs. “it’s just a rumor— but he might as well have! he’s nothing but bad news, ___! he’s not gonna help you.”

but you pout. something that nayeon knows you do when you won’t let down on something. “he’s like the exact opposite of me and if i’m gonna change up my look— i gotta get that attitude down too, he’s the best person for the job!”

nayeon gives you another look. the one she gives you just before she’s about to scold you. of course, as your best friend, you know she’s just trying to look out for you. nayeon tries to scare you, listing out girls who’ve gotten their hearts broken by taehyung— even telling you how he did it. but who said anything about falling in love with kim taehyung? there’s no way that’s gonna happen. it’s josh who’s in your heart, you know that. you just need taehyung for some advice. so you don’t see the harm in starting a friendship with him.

resisting her glare with your own, it isn’t long before the two of you burst into laughter. neither of you can take each other seriously for that long. nayeon relaxes, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms as she gives it another thought. if you’re so adamant about it, then she can’t do much other than stand back and just protect you from a distance. so she gives in.

stealing a strip of gum from the pack in your bag, she huffs. “fine— i won’t stop you, but if it goes awol, i’m allowed to say i told you so.”

“deal.”

a detailed plan, written out in your notebook, is one that you’ve been rereading and rewriting whenever you had the chance. during class, after class, before you slept, when you woke up, and now: in the cafe as both nayeon and seolhyun join you in what was supposed to be a study session. you and the girls steered into different directions, nayeon focusing on her mobile game while seolhyun draws in her sketchbook.

you’ve pretty much perfected your plan. the only problem: finding kim taehyung.

for some reason, ever since your talk with nayeon— which was about a week and a half ago— you haven’t seen taehyung anywhere. usually, you’d always see him with his friends in the parking lot when you finished class, but you’ve had no such luck lately. you were just going to reach out to him on social media, but you just kept procrastinating because… well… taehyung is scary. almost everyone you know is terrified to talk to him. it’s a known fact that he’s the most intimidating guy on campus. his burning stare and his direct words are things some people can’t exactly deal with so easily.

so when you spot a familiar fluffy, black haired man sitting in the patio of the cafe; your heart almost drops to your ass. because you realized that if you wanted this to work, you really had no other choice other than to swallow your fear and talk to him, now. if you weren’t gonna do it now, then you’d never do it. sure, you were terrified. sure, you could totally embarrass yourself in front of all the people here. but what have you got to lose now?

standing up, you cheer yourself on in your head as you walk to the patio. once your hand lands on the glass door, you take a deep breath and make a beeline for the table taehyung is sitting at.

you sit in front of him, the cold metal chair pressing against the bare skin of your thigh since you decided to wear a skirt today. at least you were wearing a cute, thick sweater to match and keep you warm. he looks up from his phone with raised brows, looking you up and down before asking in an uninterested tone, “can i help you?”

you let out a shaky breath before you speak. “hi, taehyung— i’m ___.” you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake.

he only stares at your hand, then looks back at your face. “and?”

pulling your hand back quickly, you tell him, “i need your help.”

“why?”

“because we’re opposites and i need you to give me advice on how to be like you.”

he laughs. one dry chuckle. “you—” he looks you up and down again. staring at your outfit specifically. your light pink skirt, your cream cashmere sweater, white knee high socks, and pink flower clips holding back your outgrown bangs. “—want to be like me?”

“yes.” you grinned. sitting up straight with your hands folded in your lap.

to taehyung, this was hilarious. this was probably the most interesting conversation he’s had in months. he can’t help but continue to entertain it. so he asks, “what’s this about? did your boyfriend break up with you? wanna make him jealous or something?”

“no— well, not exactly—” you stutter and before you can fully explain your entire plan to taehyung, he’s putting his hand up and shaking his head. his body language telling you that he’s beginning to close the door of opportunity.

“okay, whatever, sounds fun and all— but if there’s nothing in it for me, then there’s no reason for me to help you out.” he says, getting up from the table and walking over to the door.

“wait!” you shout, hoping he doesn’t get too far, too quickly. thinking fast, you offer up the only thing most people won’t turn down. “i’ll pay you?”

at the offer of money, a fellow broke college student can’t resist. taehyung’s figure freezes just as he’s about to pull the handle. pulling his hand back, he puts it in his jacket pocket and walks back to the seat in front of you, plopping himself down. “how much are we talking?”

“how much do you want?” you ask.

his head tilts and his eyes flicker up, staring at the hanging flower pot behind you. then his eyes focus back on you, your big eyes pleading for his help. you must be really desperate, since you’re asking him for help. so he sighs, “i was gonna say $50 a session, but you’re making me feel bad— so i’ll give it to you half off. $25 each session, take it or leave it.”

“deal!” you squeal. grabbing his hand and shaking it profusely. “so when should we start?”

“whenever you want.” he says watching as your hands continue to shake.

“how about this weekend?”

“fine with me.”

“perfect!” you squealed, “thank you!” still shaking his hand.

taehyung’s first impression of you: you’re funny. your big, bright smile and energy somehow flows into his being from your connected hands. so he can’t help but laugh a little. but sooner than later, his forearm starts to get tired, so he places his other hand on top of the movements, ceasing the shaking.

“oh, sorry.” you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away.

now since you’ve gotten taehyung to agree to your plan, you’re not sure what else to do. he hasn’t gotten up from his seat… so does that mean you should get up now? “okay, i’ll see you—?”

“i need your number,” he states.

“oh, right!” sitting back down, you reach into your bag to grab a pen and your favorite little teddy bear pen pad that you always carry around in case of emergencies. your purse is stuffed with ‘in case of emergency’ things. nayeon always tells you to clean it out but there’s just too much stuff that can happen in a day. what if you and your friends need mint gum? what if you need a dozen bandaids? what if you happen to lose your phone and need to write down directions? well, you’ve got it covered!

you finish writing your number down and tear off the teddy bear, handing it to taehyung. he looks at the piece of paper and lets his lips curl into a little smile. “cute.”

you laughed, “do you want one of your own? i have a bunch at home.”

he snorts. “no, thanks.”

“okay.” you nod, getting up from the cold, metal seat as you suspected that the conversation was now officially over. you gave yourself a mental pat on the back for putting your plan into action.

“i’ll text you.” taehyung folds the teddy bear note and plays with it in his hands. you give him a thumbs up before turning around and walking away— or as you like to do when you’re happy— skipping away.

taehyung watches and lets out another short breathy chuckle. this will be fun. he thinks.

“what’d i miss?” jimin plops in the seat you were sitting in with both of their drinks.

“some girl just came up to me and gave me the opportunity for a great business venture.”

[8:59 pm] unknown: whts up

[9:00 pm] unknown: ___?

[9:00 pm] you: hi

[9:00 pm] you: yes thats me

[9:01 pm] you: whos this?

[9:02 pm] unknown: taehyung

[9:02 pm] you: oh hey!

[9:03 pm] taehyung: let’s start tmrw bc there’s a party tmrw at dowoons

[9:03 pm] taehyung: gonna need some background info tho

[9:04 pm] taehyung: wtf is all of this abt

[9:04 pm] you: great :)

[9:04 pm] you: right… about that

“you’re doing this for a guy? you want to change your personality and style… for a guy?” taehyung knits his brows together. crossing his arms, he leans against the cushions of your couch. “i was right.”

technically, it isn’t for him! what he said caused a domino effect that resulted in you coming to the conclusion that you should change yourself, sure. but that doesn’t mean it’s for him!

“it’s not just for him!” you whined, “why is everyone saying that?”

taehyung suggested that you start on style first. getting used to the outfits and opening up your style bubble seemed right since that was one of the things you wanted to work on anyway. when he first got to your apartment, he asked to see your closet; pulling out the items that would be the most ‘him’. which were the things that you hadn’t touched in years or at all. now, the two of you were doing a makeshift fashion show almost, he allowed you full styling freedom, but every time you’d walk out of your room, taehyung didn’t even try to hide the unimpressed face he was pulling.

you’re not used to styling dark, muted colors. taehyung can tell; it’s quite literally some of the easiest colors to style but somehow— it doesn’t look natural on you. it’s pretty obvious that you’re used to gentler outfits, you know, ones that you’re able to stack accessories on and all of that. but right now, taehyung feels like it’s halloween and you’re putting on a costume.

“because this,” he waves his hand up and down, signaling towards your outfit, “obviously, is not you.”

“do you even know who i am?” you narrow your eyes.

he shrugs. “don’t know, don’t care.”

“is this outfit good enough or not?” you huff. a boring black strapless dress with a cropped leather jacket is all you have to show for.

“it’s good enough— let’s go, you took forever.” he says, jingling his car keys as he starts to walk out of your apartment.

only adding onto your stress, your roommate walks in at the same time the two of you exit. her eyes are wide when her focus switches between you and taehyung. you could already see all the thoughts in her head running like cockroaches when faced with light.

“kim taehyung?!” junghwa pulls you aside, shock encapsulating her features. so much so that she doesn’t even realize what you’re wearing until you pull your arm away from her grasp, about to explain before she interrupts you again. “and what are you wearing?!”

“i’m going to a party.” you tell her, “and you gave this jacket to me as a birthday present, remember?”

“no.” she says, still shocked. her jaw stuck open and her mind malfunctioning.

you gently push her chin up, closing her mouth. “i will be home late, make sure you turn the lights off before you sleep!”

leaving her in her stunned state, both you and taehyung exit the apartment before junghwa can get any more statements out. when you get home, you know she’s going to talk your ear off and ask every single question known to man. junghwa is well versed in the gossip that goes around, you being her roommate, means that you know everything too. which is why junghwa is perplexed that you’re hanging around the handsome heart breaker. so, you’ll have a lot of explaining to do.

while you were thinking about how you’re going to explain this to your poor roommate, taehyung stands beside the passenger door, very impatiently waiting for you to get in. his hand on his hip as he sighs, “are you getting in or what?”

seeing him hold the passenger door open for you definitely snapped you out of your thoughts. hopping into the car, he closes the door and gets into the driver's side.

that was weird, you thought to yourself. so… out of character for him. or at least so out of the character you think he is. you’ve always wondered why so many girls fall so fast and hard for taehyung. should you start taking note of these things? maybe if you list it out, it’ll start making sense to you.

yeah, why not?

reasons that people (not me!) would fall in love with kim taehyung:

is courteous

he opened the car door for me :)

the car ride is silent at first, the music from the radio is all you can hear as taehyung drives. while you watch the night lights pass you by, taehyung clears his throat. “by the way, what do you mean when you say you want to be like me? like you want to be my protege or something?”

“i don’t wanna be an exact copy of you, if that’s what you’re asking, i just want you to teach me how to— i don’t know how to say it— be the way you are…?”

“yeah?” he snorts. “and what am i?”

“intimidating.” you answered,” confident— not scared to tell someone off, to break someone’s heart, to—“

“alright.” he cuts you off with a wave, like he was shoving the things you said aside. “and the guy?”

“what guy?”

“the guy you’re doing this for?”

“it’s not for him!” you tsked, having to remind him for the second time tonight. “but it’s josh.”

he chuckles. “of course.” shaking his head.

you raise a brow. “what do you mean by that?”

“opposites attract,” he shrugs, pulling in next to the curb.

“i’ve known him since high school,” you swoon over the memories in your head. “he’s so dreamy and mysterious, don’t you think?”

“i don’t know, i just met the guy last year.”

“do you think he’ll like my new look?”

“thought this wasn’t just for him?”

“it’s not!”

he laughs. “maybe— i’m not him, so my answer won’t satisfy you anyways.”

you sighed. he was right, but it would be nice to be called pretty in what you’re wearing. it’s scary, in a completely new style, your confidence is wavering on the floor. the party is already sprawling with people. josh has be here, right?

when the two of you step inside, you keep your eyes peeled for him. taehyung tells you that he’s gonna go talk to his friends and you nod, going off on your own as you search for josh in the house. the first few minutes of your hunt, you were recognized by some people and they had some choice words for your new appearance.

“___? is that you? what a cute little outfit!”

“woah! ___, is it halloween? was this party themed?”

“have you gone goth, ___?”

you ignored most of them, giving them a little smile and then just walking away. for the rest of the time, you spent most of it walking around, trying to find that familiar face. the leather jacket was making you hot, you almost forgot you had it on but the stark reminder of your possibly damp underarms makes it clear that the leather jacket was way too warm for this house party.

after three rounds walking around the house, you decide to give up. finding your way back to taehyung, you plop down next to him on the couch. your negative energy seeping off of you. taehyung can already tell the night was a dud from the look on your face.

“i don’t think he’s here, taehyung.” you pouted. your leather jacket in your hand as your tight black dress rides up your thighs the longer you sit down on the couch. you hated this outfit. next time, you’ll try a little harder to make it hot and comfortable to be in.

taehyung’s voice breaks you out of your sulking, “sucks to suck.”

you sighed, “right.” admitting that maybe this is kind of dumb. going to a party to see one guy. you sigh again, dramatic and defeated. “i’ll call myself a cab or something.”

taehyung snorts. taking another bite of the cupcake he was holding. when he sees you’re serious, pulling out your phone and calling a number. he takes your phone from your hands.

“you’re so dramatic,” he huffs, ending the call and handing the phone back to you. “come on, let’s go.”

you’re a little shocked. he stands from the couch and walks to the front door. you follow him blindly. “wait, where are we going?”

he turns around to look at you, a slight annoyed look on his face. “to your apartment?”

“for what?”

“are you that dense? i’m gonna drop you off back home.”

“oh.”

once again, the man has taken you by surprise. gotta add that to the list.

reasons that people (not me!) would fall in love with kim taehyung:

is courteous

he opened the car door for me :)

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

the two of you walk back to his car, it’s still technically early in the night, plus it was a saturday— it must suck for taehyung since he probably was expecting to bring someone else home, but on your side: sunday was meant for cleaning and briefing yourself on your upcoming assignments for your classes. so you didn’t mind taking an early night.

as for taehyung, you’re sure that he's upset. the entire car ride back to your apartment was quiet, besides the radio playing. in reality, he pitied you. you looked so sad that you weren’t able to woo the guy of your dreams tonight, you really looked like you were on the verge of crying. so taehyung tries to think of another angle to solve your problem.

when taehyung pulls into the parking lot of your apartment, you’re about to say bye to him when he speaks up. “okay, here’s the plan— just take tonight as a trial party, we’ll start seriously next week.” he tells you.

you straighten your posture, a new found hope in your eyes. “okay!” you agree cheerfully.

“your homework for this week— take some instagram pictures with your new style, maybe go shopping for new clothes, and just… i don’t know, stop being so nice to everyone— it really clashes with who you’re trying to be.”

“alright…” you nod, “insta, new clothes, and… be mean?” you restate and he nods. just as you’re about to say bye and exit his car, you’re reminded of the deal the two of you set up. “oh! right!” you say as you pull out your wallet, taking out $25 and handing it to taehyung.

but he doesn’t take it. “i told you it was a trial today, you can pay me next week when we go according to plan.”

you nod, “okay.” sending him a gracious smile as you tell him bye.

taehyung pulls out of the parking lot and you’re waving to his car, when he’s out of sight, you walk towards your door and let yourself in.

but what you couldn’t see is taehyung’s car just behind the tree at the start of the parking lot, he waits and watches from his rearview mirror— making sure you went in safely. only when he sees that your figure is no longer outside is when he pulls out of the parking lot and into the main road, taking himself home.

meanwhile, you take off your shoes in a mildly defeated manner— although you didn’t get to see josh today, doesn’t mean you won’t be able to see him next week. taehyung’s plan gave you hope that you could do it right next week. so maybe next time will be the one.

just before your head hits the pillow, you thank taehyung once more.

[12:59 am] you: thank you taehyung! :)

[12:59 am] you: goodnight!

[4:45 pm] you: taehyung!

[4:45 pm] you: i went shopping with my friends and then we took pictures in the parking garage

[4:47 pm] you: *10 attachments*

[4:48 pm] you: what do u think? are these good?

taehyung sees your texts while he’s in class, just at the end luckily and he decides to open it when he gets to his car. the ten images showing you in a completely new, but nice outfit. your hair is styled in a messy way but like professional messy, like you asked a hairdresser to give you a rocker look. then your black tank top with a tiny skull printed in the middle paired with black jeans that have those straps hanging off of them, then finally, to top off the fit— chunky black sneakers. the first five pictures are you posing in the parking garage, five different poses— sitting, standing, squatting, you got all the poses down. then the last five pictures were you in the backseat of a car. your tits spilling out of your tank top in one of the pictures, then the other pictures included condoms hanging from your teeth, and then a cigarette between your lips.

kind of extreme, but at least you listened to him.

[5:14 pm] taehyung: those r ok

[5:14 pm] taehyung: choose whichever ur comfortable posting, not more than three

[5:14 pm] taehyung: and u smoke? lol

he also doesn’t want to admit that you are pretty attractive. he just can’t shake the fact that this style is just so jarring on you. comparing it to the girl he met a week and a half ago, it’s just such a drastic change. maybe that’s the effect you want, if it is, then it’s working damn well.

[5:15 pm] you: hi!

[5:15 pm] you: why not more than three? :(

[5:15 pm] you: and no!

[5:16 pm] you: it’s my friends, she let me use it for the pic

[5:18 pm] taehyung: lol

[5:18 pm] taehyung: bc that's too much to scroll but idk it's up to u

[5:19 pm] taehyung: but yea they’ll definitely get his attention

[5:19 pm] taehyung: if that’s what u want

[5:20 pm] you: 😐

[5:21 pm] taehyung: he does follow u right?

[5:22 pm] you: ofc he does!

[5:23 pm] taehyung: ok

[5:24 pm] you: u don’t even follow me

[5:25 pm] taehyung: idk ur instagram

[5:25 pm] you: @___

[5:26 pm] taehyung: fine

[5:26 pm] taehyung: add an extra dollar to your total for this week for my follow

[5:27 pm] you: wtf!

that friday, taehyung shows up at your apartment door while your makeup is halfway done. you’re sporting one side of your winged liner when he comes in and sits on your couch. “is that what you’re wearing?” he asks, looking at your outfit. a short plaid black skirt, black turtleneck, fishnets, and a pair of black boots.

“yeah, is this okay?” you ask, sitting up properly to let him have a good look at you.

taehyung shrugs. “it’s okay— boring, but it’ll do.”

over the past week, you and taehyung communicated a lot, swapped lots of intel. making a solid plan and trying to find perfect times for you to see josh so it wouldn’t look super suspicious. for now, it can only be at parties, the two of you don’t have any classes together and he’s almost always on the other side of campus whenever you’re there. taehyung helped a lot, doing his own research. asking his friends if they know anything about him and with that information, found his ex-flings instagram. you stalked her, a lot. she’s gorgeous and almost the complete opposite of you. she has a very intimidating vibe. you got some inspiration from her and then some inspiration from random pinterest boards for your outfits. you would send taehyung outfit pictures, links to clothes, and your own pinterest board of your ideas and in turn: you've learned that taehyung is quite the fashionista.

he never not has something to critique you about. the top doesn’t match. your makeup is wrong for the look. the shoes should go with these pants and not those. and it sucked because every time, he was right. you always looked better after you made the adjustments.

so you groaned dramatically, “when will i ever get it right?!”

“keep trying.” taehyung shrugs. “it’s not a style you’re too familiar with, so it’ll take time.”

you rolled your eyes, hating that he was somehow always right. you were never going to get that gold-star approval from taehyung. it was gonna take some getting used to, but it was fine. it was fun really, exploring your style. you’ve actually grown pretty comfortable with these black turtlenecks and platform shoes.

another thirty minutes is spent finishing up the perfection that is your makeup and you’re ready to wow josh today— if he’s there, of course.

“ready?” taehyung asks.

“yup,” you grab your jacket and follow him out of the door.

once again, taehyung opens the door for you and waits until you’re safely inside to close the door. he really is a true gentleman sometimes, you wonder if it’s just a habit he’s picked up from someone in his family or something.

now that you’ve got to thinking— you don’t really know that much about taehyung. taehyung knows your entire romantic struggle and listens to you ramble in the little moments you have together but you don’t even know his favorite color or his birthday. so you just decide to ask, “when’s your birthday?”

you can see him side-eye you for a second before refocusing back onto the road. “in december.”

“oh! when in december?”

“december 30th.”

you gasp, “that was just a few weeks ago— that means you’re a capricorn, right?”

“yeah.”

“capricorns are usually super pessimistic— or at least that’s what i’ve read on those compatibility tests, apparently i’m most compatible with a capricorn.” you state matter of factly.

taehyung chuckles before replying, “i don’t believe in those things.”

“ah see, there you go, being pessimistic.” you point at him, catching him doing the exact personality trait that his sign is known for.

“it’s called being realistic.” he rebuttals.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “now that you’ve told me that, i have to get you a gift— did you do anything fun for your birthday?”

“no gifts.” he shakes his head. “i went out with my friends.”

“what’d you do?”

“got drunk.”

“did you have fun?”

“i guess… i don’t remember much of it.”

“wanna hear something funny?”

he doesn’t reply, so you take the silence as a ‘go on’.

“my most recent birthday, my friends tried to make me black out, so i took videos every thirty minutes to check in with myself and so i could remember what happened.” you tell him. “i’ll show you one of the videos when we get to the house, i bet you $5 that you’ll laugh.”

when he parks, taehyung turns the car off and doesn’t get out immediately. you sense that he’s waiting for you to show him the video, so you pull out your phone. tentatively, he leans over and waits for you to press play. once you do, the speaker blares the music from that night— me & u by ciara in this specific video— and then you in the bathroom of the party. the camera is pointed to the mirror and you’re clearly tipsy.

“i’m on drink number… number five! yes— five, and i am feeling fucking great! i haven’t drank this much since i turned twenty one!” the video keeps playing and it’s like you’ve completely forgotten that you were recording, checking yourself out in the mirror and mumbling things to yourself.

“wait for it,” you tell him. the video is nearing the end and everything is fine and dandy until splat. the video goes to a black screen but the audio is your friends screaming and you laughing in the back. you completely face planted on the way out of the bathroom.

taehyung snorts, holding a hand up to his mouth to cover his smile and the little laugh that came out. “ah!” you spot the action, “$5, pay up.”

“i never agreed to gamble.” he gives you a high five instead of the money and gets out of the car.

you’re about to open the car door when taehyung appears outside of your door, pulling it open and waiting for you to get out. once the two of you start walking to the door of the party, taehyung briefs you for the night. “it’s a birthday party tonight, so josh is for sure going to be here.” he tells you. “by the way, when people come up and talk about your new look— try not to look like a hurt puppy everytime they say something mean.” he says, talking about what happened last time. you guess he saw when people were pushing their opinions on you, and watched the way that your frown deepened everytime someone said something.

so you pout, “i can’t exactly control that.”

“yeah, you can.” he tries to encourage you but you just take it as criticism. “just make eye contact with them and stare at them with no response and they’ll start getting uncomfortable— they’ll either apologize or walk away.”

“but i—”

“no buts, don’t you want to be like me?”

“yeah, but isn’t that mean?”

“what’s mean? standing up for yourself?”

“oh…” you huffed, “maybe you’re right then.”

“i’m always right.” he smiles, leading the two of you to the couch and plopping down onto it. eyes searching the crowd of people grinding on each other to find josh somewhere in the room. “do you see your boyfriend anywhere?”

“he’s not my boyfriend.” you huff, searching around with no luck. “but no, i don’t see him.”

“follow me then, everyone’s probably in the kitchen where the drinks are.” he says, getting up from the couch and waiting for you to follow.

you walk behind him as he clears the path for you to walk, the two of you join the crowded kitchen and taehyung spots his friends right next to where the alcohol is. “taehyung! there you are.” a friend of taehyung says, his bright blonde hair is one that stands out against everyone else in the room. “who’s this?” he asks taehyung, tipping his cup towards you to try to be subtle but you could hear him over the music.

“this is ___, the business venture girl i was talking about.” taehyung introduces you.

jimin gasps in realization, “right! nice to meet you.” he smiles.

you smiled back, “nice to meet you too!” holding your hand out to shake his hand and he takes it, albeit hesitant.

taehyung taps your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he takes a cup from jimin (which was filled with soda, he made sure to let you know that he wasn’t drinking). “he’s right there.” taehyung tells you, secretly pointing to josh with his cup.

turning around, you see him in a group of people, talking. “so what should i do? should i go up to him?”

“no, are you serious? have you not done this before?” taehyung furrows his brows. “you gotta act hard to get, pretend he isn’t there.”

“but what if he doesn’t see me?” you ask.

“oh, he’ll see you— trust me.” he positions you to stand in front of him, so that he can see josh behind you.

“what do i do…?” you ask, awkwardly looking side to side without moving your head.

“just pretend like you’re talking to me.”

“okay…” you nodded, “i need to pee.”

taehyung sighs, a little smile threatening to break as he tries his best to help get josh interested in you by making him jealous. he can see that josh is looking at you every now and then, checking out your outfit and of course, your ass. so taehyung waits for the perfect moment to stand a little closer to you, just as josh’s eyes begin to travel back up from your ass, taehyung steps forward, enclosing that space that was left between you.

it works. like a wonder, taehyung thinks. what a great wingman he is. “he’s looking.” taehyung tells you as he lips his red solo cup. he sees you start to turn your head, but he stops the motion with his hand. his pointer finger pushing against your chin and making you look back to him. “don’t look— just look at me, talk about something.”

for some reason, you blush. you know taehyung can see it because you can see a little smirk form on his lips. “i still need to pee.” you said, not knowing what else to say. this time taehyung laughs, like actually.

that seems to tick josh off enough to make him want to talk to you. taehyung watches as he steps closer and closer. “okay, he’s coming,” he warns.

“what do i—?!”

“taehyung! what’s up, man?” josh initiates a handshake with taehyung and he reciprocates the gesture. “___? is that you?” he smirks, looking you up and down. “you look different.”

you look at taehyung first, your lost dog look is plastered all over your face and you know it. taehyung tilts his head towards josh, telling you to go as planned!

so you force a light giggle, trying to wipe the nervous expression off of your face. replacing it with a confident smile, “good different, right?”

“yeah.” josh smirks, bringing his cup to his lips once more. “really good.”

you and josh talk a little longer, taehyung stands there awkwardly, sipping the soda in his cup every once in a while. once he felt that you were finally comfortable enough to have a proper conversation with josh, he starts to back away. and you can see as his figure drifts further and further away into the crowd.

you start to panic. turning your head around and tiptoeing to see if you can see his tall figure in the crowd. josh can tell you’re no longer interested in the conversation. “did you want to—?”

“sorry, josh, i have to find taehyung.” you tell him, not even looking back to say bye or anything.

searching through the crowd, your hands pushing aside those who are obviously not kim taehyung and when you finally reach him, his back is turned to you. a tap on his shoulder is all that’s needed for him to turn around and give you a more than confused look. “what the hell are you doing?”

“what are you talking about? you walked away!”

“yeah! because you guys were having a good conversation by yourselves!”

“well—” you cross your arms, “you know how nervous i get around him!”

“so you blew it?!”

you stand there, a bit clueless. not really understanding that you did fucking blow it. when you turn around to see if josh’s still there, he’s gone from the spot. you sigh, “fuck, i guess i did.”

“you’re unbelievable.” he sighs, placing his hand on his forehead. truly appalled by your nonsensical behavior.

now all you wanted to do was sulk alone. away from the bass booming music and the voices shouting over it. no more red cups and flashing lights. you just wanted to be alone to bask in your complete and utter failure tonight. “are you still dropping me off?”

“unfortunately.” he sighs, trying to get back to the group he was talking to before but you place a gentle hand on his arm to pull him back slightly.

“i’ll be outside waiting then.” you tell him, making sure that he knows where you are just in case things go awol outside too and someone decides to kidnap you.

he takes another deep breath, letting out a sigh in order to show you that you’re obviously inconveniencing him. yet, he pulls his car keys out of his pocket and dangles them in the air in front of your face. “let yourself in,” he says as you put your hand out to receive the keys. “if it gets cold you can turn the car on.”

reasons that people (not me!) would fall in love with kim taehyung:

is courteous

he opened the car door for me :)

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

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

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

“thanks.” you give him a sad smile.

“sit in the back.” he tells you.

“in the back?” you furrow your brows. “why?”

“don’t ask.” he deadpans, turning back around and continuing whatever conversation he was having.

honestly, you were in no place to complain. taehyung was driving you to parties and back home, he was staying sober at these parties to be a responsible driver, and he was helping you out with josh. in which he really helped today, but you completely fumbled that bag.

pressing the unlock button on his keys, the lights blink on and the sound of the locks in the car opening invite you in. the car was a lot warmer than the cold night. you sat yourself in the back and tried to keep yourself busy. mostly just looking through the selfies you took to see which one you would post tonight in hopes for a special late night dm from josh (if he’s still interested).

maybe about fifteen minutes later, when you’re about to fall asleep against the window, you finally see taehyung coming out of the house, a girl quickly following him from behind. you just thought she was going to her car until she ended up right next to his passenger door. she’s pretty, taehyung has taste. she must be why you had to sit in the back. at least one of you would be getting lucky tonight.

he opens the door for her, the first thing she sees is you. obviously, she’s quite shocked, shocked enough to start screaming.

“the hell— what is it?” taehyung asks, startled by her screeches.

“you got a fuckin’ stalker in here waiting for you!” she points you out. you couldn’t help but let a little laugh out.

“hi, nice to meet you, i’m ___.” you smile and hold your hand out. she still looks at you like you’re crazy, her eyes flickering back and forth between you and taehyung. when taehyung suspects that she’s safely inside the vehicle, he closes the door and gets into the driver's side. you hand him the car keys and he drives off. she still hasn’t taken your hand to shake it, so you pull it back, sitting back and waiting for taehyung to drop you off.

the car ride is super quiet, not even a second of music plays— most likely because you had aux before you went into the party so the bluetooth is still connected to you. so you decide to press shuffle, some random pop song playing so that the three of you won’t have to suffer in silence.

soon after, the girl turns the volume down and turns back to you again. like she wanted to check if you were still there, she still looks pretty startled. she then turns to taehyung, “listen— taehyung, you’re hot as hell and i would love to fuck, but i don’t do threesomes, so i can’t—”

“oh my god!” you cut her off with a gasp, shaking your head profusely. “no, that is not what’s happening.”

“then what is this? why are you in his car?”

“he’s just dropping me off!”

she furrows her brows. “since when were you this nice?” she turns to him.

he shrugs. “she’s paying me.”

she then looks at you, then back at taehyung, and then back at you. finally, just settling in her seat and staring straight as taehyung drives to your apartment. when he parks in front of your building, you hand him $26 ($1 extra because he followed you on instagram) and then bid your adieus to both him and his date for tonight.

again, taehyung doesn’t pull off until you’re safe inside.

“why aren’t you going?” she asks him.

he ignores her, watching through the passenger side window and waiting for your silhouette to disappear into your apartment building. only then does taehyung pull off.

[1:19 am] you: thanks for tonight taehyung

[1:19 am] you: have a good night :)

overthinking about your major fumble was the only thing you’ve been doing for the past few days. so much so that it was all you thought about during class, while you drove, and right now— when you sat in the parking lot after finishing your morning lecture. mumbling to yourself of your faults and how taehyung probably thinks you’re an idiot— if he didn’t think so already.

you’re not sure how long you were sitting there. probably longer than you should have, because in your self deprecating session, a knock on your window is the only thing that snaps you out of it.

a knock from kim taehyung, of course.

rolling down your window, you greet him with a hi, but he doesn’t give you the same satisfaction before asking, “what’s wrong with you? you’ve been staring straight ahead for like twenty minutes.”

“you saw that?” you asked, embarrassed.

“yeah, we all did.” he says, turning around to reveal his entire friend group— some of them waving hi to you.

okay, now that’s even more embarrassing. if that was even possible. your incredibly warm face could speak for itself. now taehyung and his friends think you’re a weirdo, how worse can it get? covering your face, you sighed.

“really though, you okay?” he asks, turning back around to cover you from the burning stares of his friends.

pulling your hands away from your face, you meet taehyung’s eyes. they look… gentle? it’s hard to explain. they don’t carry that usual intimidation in them when you peer into them. “i’m just really embarrassed,” you admit.

he chuckles, “i know you are, but why?”

“well because i’m just embarrassing in general,” you pouted. “i fucked up with josh and now you and your friends think i’m weird.”

“we’ve always thought you were weird.” taehyung shrugs. did he think that would make you feel better? it was funny— but it didn’t make anything better. so you groan, this conversation only proving you and your negative thoughts right. would it be crazy for you to hope that taehyung says something nice to you for once?!

and just as you ask, he answers.

“nothing wrong with that though.” he says with a shrug. “you can always try again with josh, alright? don’t stress yourself out so much.” he tells you. “my plan is foolproof— you’re not paying $25 a session for nothing.”

ah, finally. something nice, encouraging. his words do help reassure you, making that weight on your shoulders from this entire situation feel a little easier to carry.

“thank you.” you smiled, weakly. a small silence falls between you both and you can see taehyung start to pull away from the conversation. something in you panics, needing to know something. “so we’re still friends?” you ask seemingly out of nowhere.

taehyung stops just before he gets too far from you and laughs at your question. “what?” he chuckles.

“you don’t think i’m too embarrassing to be around?”

he shrugs. “maybe just a little bit.”

“so we’re not friends?” you pouted.

“relax,” he snorts. “whatever, we’re friends.”

“really?” you smiled, your mood changing as soon as you hear him say the confirmation.

“yeah, yeah— i’ll see you on friday.” he waves you off.

“okay.” you nodded, finally turning on your engine and putting your seatbelt on. after you say bye to each other, taehyung moves onto the sidewalk of the parking lot and watches as you drive away.

jimin walks up to him soon after, a question on his mind that the other boys are thinking of as well.

“are you sure she’s not into you?”

[11:35 am] taehyung: hey i know i said today we’d go to a party but is tmrw ok?

[11:36 am] taehyung: something came up

[11:38 am] you: sure! not a problem :)

[11:39 am] you: everything okay?

[11:45 am] taehyung: yup

[11:46 am] you: okay, see you then

is it weird that you’ve been waiting to see taehyung? and that his text kind of bummed you out?

you chalk it up to the fact that since you get to see josh when taehyung drives you to the party, that’s why you get excited to see him. it’s nothing else. you can’t possibly enjoy hanging out with the guy, he’s so mean!

so when he texts you and tells you, ‘maybe tomorrow instead’, you try to find other things for yourself to do today. you’d been cleaning out your closet for the past hour or so. the endless amount of drawers and hangers reveal some boxes at the top of your closet and then one big box hiding in the corner. you’ve dug through the big box to find lots of forgotten memories and hobbies. friendship bracelet maker, sticker maker, bunch of patterned duct tape, and of course, an abandoned camera. something that you haven’t touched in years.

you separated most of the things you had into piles: keep, throw away, and donate. you didn’t know exactly where to put the camera. due to the fact that you remember it being kind of expensive, and that you didn’t mind donating it but you just had some type of attachment to it. and you’d rather it go somewhere that you know it’s cared for.

and for some reason, someone’s name pops into your head quite quickly.

kim taehyung.

which you’ve learned is quite the photographer. ever since he followed you on instagram all that time ago, you’d been stalking his instagram and realized that he likes taking pictures, and he’s good at it too. that was another thing you added to the list.

reasons that people (not me!) would fall in love with kim taehyung:

is courteous

he opened the car door for me :)

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

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

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

is a photography prodigy

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

would it be weird to give it to him as a gift? you did say that you’d give him a birthday present since you found out his birthday passed not too long ago. so, why not? is there something so wrong with a gift? especially since the guy is helping you out so much?

you already started wrapping it before your brain could talk you out of the idea. the blue and white wrapping paper reminding you of a sweet christmas. it has you thinking about if taehyung had a nice christmas and birthday, if he got to sit around with family and friends and exchange cute gifts— what? why the hell are you thinking of kim taehyung opening presents?

wrapping a blue bow around the box, you prettily tie the present up. now all you have to do is deliver it.

you knew where his apartment was, because one time before a party taehyung had to stop by his place to grab something. but, you didn’t know which apartment number he lived in. so you looked lost when you stepped into the apartment complex. your shoes were loud against the freshly waxed floor.

“can i help you?” the man behind the counter asks.

“yes— kim taehyung lives here, right?” you asked, stepping up to the counter.

the man lets out a breath, “yes, he does, but i can’t tell you which apartment number— now i can give you the choice to leave on your own or i can have security escort you out.”

“woah!” you exclaimed, “i don’t mean any trouble, i just wanted to drop this off for him.” you push the box closer to him. “if you see him, can you give it to him?”

the guy looks at you again, apprehensive. this seems to be a common thing that happens here, maybe the guy is just tired of dealing with girls that are basically stalking taehyung. but that wasn’t the case for you! so when he hesitantly nods and takes the gift to rest on his side of the counter, you back away and out of the complex.

[1:39 pm] you: taehyung!

[1:39 pm] you: i left something with the concierge guy for u!

[1:56 pm] taehyung: huh

[1:56 pm] taehyung: im not home

[1:57 pm] you: that’s fine

[1:57 pm] you: i think the guy is keeping it safe for u

[1:58 pm] taehyung: ok… thanks?

[1:59 pm] taehyung: and are u talking about henry? lol

[2:00 pm] you: is that the guy at the front desk?

[2:01 pm] taehyung: yeah his parents own the complex so he works there

[2:01 pm] you: oh cool

[2:02 pm] you: make sure u get ur gift from him then! don’t forget!

[2:03 pm] taehyung: didn’t i say no gifts?

[2:03 pm] taehyung: thanks anyway, ___

meanwhile, taehyung is at jimin’s.

jimin asked taehyung to come over for some advice. he’s been feeling really stressed out lately, family stuff along with schoolwork, jimin really just needed his best friend around. they talked for hours— basically the entire day, played video games, and ate takeout.

right now, they’re trying to beat jungkook and jin in this new video game that they introduced them to. he isn’t so sure how the subject changed to you.

“how’s your girl?” jimin asks as his thumbs crash against the buttons of the controller.

“what girl?” taehyung snorts.

“that funny girl— the cute one.” jimin says.

“oh, ___?” taehyung raises his brows. “not my girl, but she just texted me.”

“what happened?”

“she dropped off a gift for me with henry.”

“a gift?” it was jimin's turn to raise his brows. “she likes you, taehyung.”

“i told you already, she's crazy about josh.” he smashes the buttons, trying his best not to get distracted because it’s the last round and the four of you bet money on this round. “it’s just a birthday gift anyway.”

“a birthday gift, huh?” jimin puckers his lips, throwing his controller to the side of him. he’s already been eliminated from the round. all the pressure is on taehyung. “henry’s probably gonna throw it away anyway, you know how many gifts you get from random girls every week?”

then the big red letters in all caps, GAME OVER, flashes in taehyung’s face. $20 down the drain.

“henry only throws them away when i tell him i don’t want them.” taehyung informs him as he puts the controller on the coffee table. “just like how you throw away all those love notes that appear in your mailbox.”

“and you want her gift because…?” jimin pokes, trying to provoke him.

“because i want to know what it is.” taehyung shrugs.

after that, jimin doesn’t try to pry any further. there’s something off about you, maybe it’s because jimin is just wary of partners when it comes to taehyung. his ex-girlfriend being the sole reason that taehyung swore to never love again. he’s just looking out for his best friend. but jimin always knows when love is brewing. he always knows. maybe it’s a bit early. but he knows.

taehyung on the other hand, swears there are no feelings other than a the nice feeling of a blooming friendship between the two of you. taehyung thinks you’re both annoying and mesmerizing— you talk too much and you’re too much to handle sometimes, but in those same ways, he likes you. there’s something about you that makes him want to… stick around. it’s weird.

these past few weeks he’s gotten to know you a lot, especially since you talk so much. he’s gotten quite fond of your random texts in the middle of the day talking about something that happened to you. like that one time you dropped a tomato at the grocery store and it splattered on the floor. you apologized to the worker like a million times. it was funny. you just feel like a close friend.

taehyung got home pretty late, just before midnight. the swing of the glass door was loud in comparison to the quiet in the corridor. “oh, hey.” henry greets taehyung when he walks up to the counter.

“i was told i had a package waiting for me?” taehyung asks.

“right,” henry clicks his tongue before reaching behind him to grab your gift. the pretty blue and white wrapping paper and the baby blue bow still looks as pristine as when you handed it off to henry. shout out to henry for keeping it safe. “think it’s from one of your many admirers.”

taehyung takes the gift in his hands, for some reason, holding it carefully, as if it’ll break if he clutches it too hard. shaking his head, he laughs as he replies. “it’s just from a friend.”

walking off into the hallway that leads to his door, he stares at the nicely wrapped gift. specifically, your handwriting on the notecard that lies beneath the light blue bow. letting himself into his apartment, he sits on his couch and unwraps the gift, deciding to read the card last.

the first thing that catches his eye is the camera. not just a camera, the camera. one that taehyung’s been dreaming of since he started taking pictures, which was in like highschool. he doesn’t really remember. but the familiar frame and the black details of the camera immediately catch his eye.

then the stack of notepads were neatly packaged at the bottom, each stack was a different polar bear. one sitting down with a smile, one with a hat on, and one was just the face of the bear. of course, he thinks to himself.

lastly, the card. taehyung tries to fight that smile that threatens to take over his face when he reads it.

i know you said no gifts but… i couldn’t resist.

it’s polar bears! get it? since you’re a winter baby? you’re a winter bear!

as for the camera… it’s super old, i got it when i was into that old camera aesthetic, hopefully you find some use in it!

thanks for your help so far! sorry for blowing it last time…

happy belated birthday! ~ ___

taehyung’s gotten gifts before and he’s been grateful for them all, but is it bad to say that this is the first gift that he’s received that’s been… thoughtful? who would have known that taehyung wanted a camera? well, apparently you did. it’s like you read his mind, and taehyung doesn’t know how to thank you for this.

he blames the gifts for the reason why you’re haunting his thoughts. he totally didn’t think about you finding the camera and wrapping it up to give to him. totally didn’t think about you being flustered talking to henry, because he probably said something that made you get flustered. totally, it’s just the gifts on his mind. not you. just the gifts.

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Hi there,…I got in my first car wreck today and it was very scary, I’m still shaking as I type .. Couuld I maybe have a comfort drabble with one of the guys? Doesn’t matter which member..Thanks you

fkasdljflksa anon!!! I hope you're okay!! I mean, logically, I know you probably are because you wouldn't be typing this if you weren't, but I'm sending you so much love and many hugs!!

Ahhh, okay, I couldn't choose a member....so have all of them!!! (Except this did turn out to be a bit more Jimin centered, mainly because I think he’d be the one clinging to you the most after something like this...anyway, I hope this helps!) I’ve been in a bit of a writing rut the past few days, but I did my best 😭💜

P.S. I almost got into an accident the other day and would have if it weren’t for the break assist in my car. I was trembling from head to toe for a good hour afterwards, so I know how that part feels. Ugh, it must have been so scary! *cuddles you*

I used “they” as the pronoun because I didn’t want to assume 🥺👉👈

The Comfort Drabbles – About | Masterlist

The chorus of your name can be heard before you even hear your front door being opened. You cringe at the cacophony of noise, only to have the breath knocked out of you as a body collides solidly with yours.

A pair of arms coil around you like a vice, squeezing you as if afraid to let you go.

“Jimin, let _____ breathe,” Namjoon sighs, but that doesn’t stop him from getting a good look at you as soon as Jimin sheepishly steps away. His eyes roam over you. “Are you okay?”

“Of course not!” Jimin yelps, hands now roaming as if in search of an injury you don’t actually have. “They were in a car accident.”

“How’s the car?” Yoongi’s grumbling question comes from somewhere behind all of the men trying to get a good look at you.

“How’s the car?” Seokjin laughs incredulously. “They were in a car accident and all you can think to ask is how’s the car?”

“Well, clearly they’re okay,” Yoongi argues defensively.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “How would you even know that? Did you ask?”

“Guys,” you say, trying and failing to get their attention. You’ve pretty much resigned yourself to getting surveyed by Jimin’s hands patting over your arms, shoulders, and back, but you know he won’t find anything. Physically, you’re okay. Mentally, though, you’re still there. Still sitting in the driver’s seat with your fingers clutched to the steering wheel, knuckles turning white and heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

As you’d pulled your hands away from the wheel, your hands had begun to tremble. Then your arms and legs were soon to follow. By the time you had stumbled out of the car, you were shaking like a leaf.

It was your adrenaline, a responding officer had reassured you, but still…even an hour later you couldn’t shake the tremors.

Jimin seems to notice and grips your hands with a frown, peering into your eyes with newfound concern. “____? Hey, hey, you’re okay.”

Your bottom lip starts to wobble before you can stop it and he’s quick to pull you back into his arms, spinning you around so he can shoot a glare in Yoongi’s direction.

“Does this look okay to you?”

Yoongi sighs, shoulders drooping as he waves a hand and makes his way into the kitchen. He’s not being dismissive, you know better than that. He just hates when Jimin gets like this. Hates when too many people are making a fuss at once. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

“What do you need?” Jungkook whispers, fingers tugging idly at the back of your shirt before they drift across your back.

You sniff and shrug, annoyed with yourself for being emotional about something that already happened. But the truth was, it was scary. You’d been terrified, angry, and upset all at once. You’d felt like screaming and crying and punching the steering wheel and curling into a ball and--

“I’ve got the kettle going,” Yoongi mutters from the doorway. He nods toward the couch. “How about a movie?”

“I’ll make food,” Seokjin offers, happy to have something to do.

“I’ll pick the movie,” Jungkook agrees, lips pouted in thought. “Something soft and easy to watch.”

“I’ll…clean something,” Hoseok mutters quietly, disappearing into the kitchen.

“I’ll get the blankets,” Namjoon offers.

“Be careful,” you mutter, having at least a little presence of mind to tease him about the time he accidentally knocked an entire shelf down in your closet when looking for those very blankets.

His cheeks tint pink at the reminder and he huffs, muttering, “You knock down one shelf…”

“Come cuddle,” Jimin coaxes you, guiding you toward the couch and pulling you into his side. He wraps his arms around you like a baby monkey, clinging to you and nosing at your hairline. Taehyung takes a seat beside you, pulling your hands into his lap and running soothing circles over your palm.

“You must have been so scared,” Jimin sighs, eyeing the way your hands still shake in Taehyung’s.

You don’t have the energy, nor are you in the mood, to voice it, so you nod instead.

Jimin kisses your head. “I’m sorry we weren’t there with you.”

You make a noise in the back of your throat. “Don’t be. You might’ve gotten hurt.”

“You could have been hurt,” he points out, fingers drifting over your arm. Between his gentle caress and the way Taehyung’s fingers massage into your palm, you feel yourself starting to relax.

“I know,” your voice comes out a mere whisper and Jimin’s grip tightens around you.

“But you weren’t,” he whispers back just as quietly, burying his face in your shoulder and planting a gentle kiss there. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You pout. “The car–”

“We’ll worry about that later,” Jimin pulls you further into him, leaning you backwards so you’re both lying back on the arm of the couch.

“I chose a Disney movie,” Jungkook mutters as he sits down on the floor in front of you, close enough that his back presses against your knee.

“Relax with us,” Jimin mutters warmly in your ear. “You’re here. You’re okay. That’s all that matters to me.”

“To us,” Taehyung interjects, gaze still fixed firmly on your hands, even as he listens to the two of you.

You muster a weak smile, cuddling further into Jimin. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t break the shelf!” Namjoon cheers, lugging the heavy quilt from your room.

Jimin snorts. “See? He didn’t break the shelf. The day’s turning around already.”

Your smile turns more genuine and you nod, comforted by the thought that even though they hadn’t been there with you, they still want you to be okay. Even though it’d been scary, you’d made it out without getting hurt. Are you still shaken up? Yes. Would you think of it the next time you got into a vehicle? Probably.

But right here, right now, you’re okay. And that’s what matters.

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Set the scene: Taehyung reads Yn's diary

Pairing: Highschoolers! Taehyung x Yn Sides: Jungkook, Jimin Keywords: highschool, diary Warnings: angst, snooping Word count: around 800

Thursday evening: Taehyung and Yn are having a study session at her place for an extracurricular class they’re taking together. They order food.

After a while, Yn leaves the room to get the food at the front door. It takes her a couple of minutes too long for Tae’s liking. Instead of going to check on her, he starts snooping out of boredom.

He runs his hand over the backs of books, opens a drawer or two and then he found it. A simple black notebook. It was worn down, with paper clippings peeking from between the pages and a pen attached to the front cover. Flipping through the first pages Tae realized it was a diary. He didn’t hesitate, he kept skimming the text. He saw familiar names of places, but all the people’s names were coded in initials. “TH.” He smiled reading the parts Yn must have written about him.

Yn comes back, a bag of takeout in hand. As she opens the door she knows what’s going on. Tae snaps the notebook closed.

Yn gets really, really upset. She does her best to remain calm. Tae makes a teasing remark, regarding something he read about himself in there. He reluctantly puts the diary back in the drawer, keeping his eyes on Yn.

Once the drawer is closed shut Yn speaks up coldly, looking somewhere beside Tae. “You should go.” “Come on. I was kidding.” “Go home, Tae.” He doesn’t at first, thinking it’s a joke only it isn’t. He complies.

Friday: The next day at school Yn deliberately ignores Tae. She stays polite, saying hi and whatnot, but she doesn’t start conversations with him and cuts the interactions short. No one notices the change except for Tae, who started to feel guilty about reading his friend's diary.

Lunch period: Yn sits with her classmate, JK, at lunch. Jimin and Tae join them as they are all friends. They’ve known each other for a couple of years and became a close group after Yn and Jimin moved to the same block of flats with their families as Tae and JK. It was right before the older pair started high school. JK and Yn sit opposite each other, Tae sits next to JK and Jimin next to Yn. They chat, it’s somewhat normal. Again no one notices anything, only Tae.

After that, the weekend starts. Saturday: Yn declines to hang out with the three boys. She messages JK to walk her dog with her and he agrees. They get ice cream and go to some park. They start recording silly short videos, taking selfies and pictures of Bokshiri, Yn’s fluffy dog. They become careless and put some of those on their social media.

Tae and Jimin see the posts and stories on the other two’s social media profiles. Jimin leaves a sarcastic funny comment, under Yn’s video. Tae doesn’t react online. Instead, he sits on his windowsill and waits for them to come back to the neighbourhood.

After about half an hour Yn and JK get back. JK goes straight to his flat, shooting Yn a quick goodbye before leaving the elevator.

Yn gets out on the 10th floor, holding Bokshiri in her hands as the dog got tired from the long walk. She’s in the process of unlocking her door as Tae walks out of his apartment just three doors down from her. “Hey, why’d you go out with JK when we were supposed to hang out altogether?” Bokshiri starts barking and wagging her tail, she’s familiar with Tae and she likes him a lot. “Wouldn’t you like to know?.” “I would! That’s why I’m asking!” “Why ask when you can read all about it!” She gets angry and goes inside. Tae does the same. He rests against the door, not ready to walk through the apartment under the watchful eye of his mother.

Minutes later, when Tae’s finally ready to go back to his room, he gets a knock on his door, a loud one. He throws the door open and it’s Yn. She sends a bunch of ripped paper at his face. They cascade to the floor as she tells Tae to read all about her thoughts and emotions since he’s so curious and he liked it so much the last time. Tae’s speechless. His mother rushes to the door to see what all the noise is about, but Yn is long gone before she reaches her son. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.” He reassures her and picks up the papers in a hurry before running off to his room.

The pages are ripped from Yn’s diary. They are saying things about breaking trust and losing interest in a boy she thought was her friend, a boy called TH that she actually liked. They're saying how people can show their true colours when they are on their own and how she doesn’t want anything to do with TH anymore.

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simoneswritings · 2 years

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Noise Complaints

Summary: Your noisy neighbors lead you and your boyfriend to discuss your future together.

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Inspired partly by Malcolm & Marie (2020)

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"There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted-”

"OH, FUCK YOU, DO-HYEOK!"

"OH, PLEASE Y, IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT-"

"OH, DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF! 'IT'S NOT MY FAULT THIS OR IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT'. Don't you have anything original? Or are you redundant as an arguer as you are an artist!"

“EAT SHIT YOU-!"

"That’s it!" Your boyfriend Taehyung declared. Taking up the remote in his hand as he got up from his seat, he clicked the pause button to bring your viewing of The Tragedy of Macbeth to a halt. “I cannot take this anymore.”

"Just try to ignore them, Tae," you told him, snatching his wrist. "It’ll be over soon."

It was common to overhear fights and arguments between your next door neighbors, Do-hyeok and Youngro. The two moved into the building two months ago and a lot of your nights consisted of hearing them go at each other’s throats. Luckily, you had headphones that were able to block their arguing and you fell asleep to the sound of podcasts instead of Do-hyeok's rants.

"This is the third time this week," Taehyung retorted. "I don't want to have to endure this anymore just because they can't just break up."

You sighed, “Still…”

You weren’t the confrontational type and Taehyung knew that. That was why he was so willing to go knocking on your neighbor’s door on your behalf. But he sensed your hesitancy about that too, you were still clinging on to his wrist.

Then he thought of something. Something that had been in his mind for a while.

"How about you move in with me?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, the dark eyes that you loved so much staring back at you.

"What?" You looked at him with an inquiring gaze. "Are you serious?" You asked him.

“Yeah” he nodded. From the moment he first met you, he already had the feeling that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. That feeling had grown deeper as time went by and now making this move was yet another solidification towards that goal.

You two had celebrated the anniversary of you two getting together last week. Thinking about it now, it would be a natural and rational progression for you two to start officially living together.

“I’ll…..think about it” you told him, not giving a straightaway answer as of yet.

Taehyung smiled, accepting your response as it was.

Yet he was still hopeful.

As if things couldn’t get even better you two heard a yell of, “LET’S BREAK UP!”

It was truly a good night.

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hermioneromanoff1 · 2 years

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I respect your opinion , except i don’t.

summary: you and a new student have a debate about your favorite marvel character

A/n: i do know bts aren’t marvel fans but its just for the sake of the prompt

warnings: none

word count : 473 (rlly short sorry)

genre : crack , some fluff

prompt: "im sorry i talked too much . "no no no , not at all keep talking."

I sat in my home room waiting for my best friend to come and sit at our usual table . That didn’t happen , I checked her schedule only to realize she actually had bio right now .

"Fuck" I whisper .

So here I am sat alone in my homeroom , sketching and listening to music . It was going well until someone had the bright idea to come and interrupt me.

"Hi" a male voice says shyly .

"Hi." I reply coldly not looking up from my sketchbook .

"Um c-can i sit here ?" The voice says.

I look up from my sketchbook to finally see the unfamiliar voice .

Only to be met by the new senior that just enrolled. Kim Taehyung , I think . He has history with me.

Suddenly I felt extremely guilty , he’s new . He doesn’t need anyone being mean to him.

"Yeah sure , go ahead."

"Thanks"

I smile softly and go back to drawing.

Minutes go by when he speaks again .

-What are you drawing ? -Oh? I’m just drawing Thanos’s gauntlet but replacing the infinity stones with the OG avengers. That must’ve made me sound so geeky I’m sorry .

-No no no no . I don’t mind at all I love marvel , in like an unhealthy way probably. I don’t know I haven’t seen a therapist yet .

-*chuckles* Thank god most people cut me off and talk about other things . Who’s your favorite character.

-Stephen or Steve

-WHAT ?! I respect your opinion and all except I don’t . Bucky was always there for Steve always. ( potterheads?) but in The First Avenger he left Bucky to die in the snow and didn’t come back for him . He danced with Peggy . And maybe in Civil War it seemed like he cared , he didn’t if he did he would’ve looked for buck a long time ago . Endgame, he sacrificed Nat and Tony so he can go dance with Peggy . Really Steve ? Really?.

Taehyung sat there , his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape .

"Oh my god ! I-im soo sorry , I didn’t mean to blow up like that I’m just a really defensive person an-"

"Shh , shut up for a second , 1: I don’t mind 2: I wasn’t serious that’s just how I know I’m gonna be good friends with someone and 3: you should sign up for captain of the debate team"

I blush not really knowing what to do or say since I really just blew up over a nonexistent person .

"Well , I’m sorry I talked too much."

"No no no don’t be . Keep talking."

"Uh ok , well ironically I am captain of the debate team."

He smiles "Makes sense".

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sugalaritae · 2 years

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number 5 “Have I said something wrong?” with Taehyung :)

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Kim Seokjin x Reader (no pronouns or gender mentioned) word count: 795 genre: post-coital fluff, the tiniest bit of angst au: established relationship, poly, slice of life prompt: "Have I said something wrong?" rating: 18+ warnings: a hickey is created, aftercare was slightly missed a/n: i came up with this idea last night! thank you so much for writing this in, anon. i am so very sorry that it took a million years! i hope that you enjoy this little bit of whatever this is.

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“Have I said something wrong?” he asks, his voice small despite the long limbs that are currently holding you to him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, your leg slipped between his. Your naked bodies pressed together, the dampness on your skin left over from the night’s activities.

You peer over his shoulder at the sleeping figure beside him. The one who has your back to the two of you.

“No, baby,” you whisper. “You know how he is sometimes.”

You slip your leg from its position and roll onto your side so you can face him. The room is dark save for the light from the city shining in through the window, dressing the room in a soft faint glow. You bring your hand up and brush his hair from off his face. He looks so beautiful in this light.

“You did so well tonight,” you say softly.

His body is tense against you and you know that is because he needs the aftercare he normally gets from Jin. For some reason tonight was different. The mood hadn’t shifted until the three of you had left the shower and Jin had gotten quiet.

You press your lips to his collarbone and kiss your way up his neck until you can gently wrap your lips around his earlobe and suck leaving a small circle of burst blood vessels. He enjoys this, it’s one of his weak spots and you know without even looking at him that as he had felt your mouth on the soft skin his eyes had closed and his mouth had fallen open. You know this because you’ve seen it happen time and time again with Jin.

You love them both equally. You’ve comforted both of them at various times and for various reasons, but whenever one of them hurts the other, you feel a weird kind of tug in your chest. There’s no anger toward Jin right now, you know that he slipped into his head and by doing so pushed Taehyung into his. It was unintentional but you hope that Jin shares whatever changed his mood so suddenly.

“Sometimes, I feel like I fuck up with him,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. You know that feeling that Taehyung is feeling, you’ve felt it too. It isn’t easy being in any relationship; but no matter how much you know yourself there are moments of slippage where the insecurities win just for a moment or two. The three of you have a good support system around each of you and you are able to lean on the other two when any one of you needs it.

“You didn’t fuck up at anything,” you comfort, your tone matching his. “He just left the room like when he does when he’s done with a conversation.”

Taehyung nods and you watch as the smallest of smiles tugs at the corner of his lips. The two of you love Jin and how he’s capable of just leaving when he feels he’s finished. It has been an issue in the past, something that you both admire and despise when it’s the wrong time to do it. Some conversations need to be listened to even if you’re finished with it.

“I can hear you,” Jin says in a stage whisper, filling the room like a soft breeze.

You both gasp and Taehyung slowly turns to look at Jin, who still has his back to the both of you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tae,” Jin says. “I just needed to sleep.”

This makes you smile and you bury your face in Taehyung’s chest as you giggle and he instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“Told you,” you whisper against his skin and Taehyung shakes his head, his chin brushing the top of your head as he does so.

“No, you didn’t.”

You give Taehyung’s pec a little bite and he yelps. His fingers work their way to your ticklish spot on your back with ease as they have walked that path many times.

“Will you two stop? I love you both but please,” Jin moans but he rolls onto his back, his eyes opening ever-so-slightly to look at you both. All motions that go missed by you but not by the man holding you.

Taehyung unwraps an arm from around you and falls against the mattress. You still as the two men readjust themselves so that Jin can wrap his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. Tae pulls you in against his chest and the three of you still.

“I love you too,” Taehyung whispers.

Jin makes a noise at the back of his throat that sounds a little like a laugh and you know, without looking, that he’s smiling.

“Go to bed.”

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ctrlhope · 2 months

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Bound By Blood (m)

synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

k.taehyung x f.reader

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 16.0k

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!

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The Kim Empire.

Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway.

He is better off dead. The alternative of him living scott free in some far off land, meanwhile you have to serve the hand and foot of the king sets no more than the bitter taste of coffee beans against your gums.

Bedding your mother, no more than a fresh-faced maid at the time. Outcasting her the second after when he had to have known the rules of the palace. The demise it would cost both her and her future daughter. Perhaps every generation that followed as well– if there were to be any, that is.

Housestaff are not meant to have relationships. They are meant to serve the king and his bountiful family. How are you meant to do anything else with a child bouncing at your hip, a husband grabbing at your ass.

You’ve heard the speech plenty of times. The words ingrained in your skull just as the brand you received when you were far too young to remember the pain of it. Evidence that you are bound to the palace by blood until the very moment you take your last breath.

The punishment for becoming pregnant within the walls of the palace are simple: your child belongs to them. For anything within the Kim Estate is their rightful property, given to them by the grace of god.

You, a gift from god to serve the empire. You would snort at the notion if training from a young age prohibited it. You are just a result of your mothers kindness, her naivety.

You could never find it within your heart to blame her. She was just a girl who thought she was in love. Fired for her love. Had her daughter taken from her to serve for her love.

Love is something you will never be granted the property of.

You will be granted an allowance to send home to your mother to keep her afloat. You will be granted a room to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat. A secure job in which you can never be fired– well. That is a lie. Though, your termination would come at the end of an axe, rather than a piece of paper.

You used to muse at the thought– when you were a young girl, no more than 11 or 12. Going through your melancholy years, hating the rest of the world for simply existing. For putting you in a position where you could not change your fate, instead had to endure your present. Feeling like a girl trapped in a tower just like the bedtime stories had always prescribed.

One time you had caused such a ruckus in front of the oldest Kim son you really did think you were going to get the axe. Hell, you were even prepared for it. Locked away in a cell for two nights, brought before the executor.

Right before the swing was meant to be brought down against your neck the head maid ran into the room, gave some sort of letter to the man. She apologised profusely, gripping your ear and dragging you away from the scene.

You hadn’t acted ary since then. It taught you your place. Made you realise the need to survive buried deep within your bones. In the innate way some sort of wildcat would lash out until it was bloodied and on its last breath.

You would not die at the end of a knife. You’d live your life, acting a maid until you could die peacefully of old age. Even if it meant surrendering yourself to servitude for the most annoying brat you’ve ever laid eyes on.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips at the mere thought of him. The sound would get you punished if anyone were to hear, especially in respect to the coveted crown prince of the kingdom. Few share the same opinion as you of him– but then again most that work here aren’t forced.

It is only when the stars are strung high in the sky that you allow yourself to feel such things. When you stay awake past the beginning of rest hours, most of the staff (save for the night shift) falling to sleep hours prior. Only then when you’re out in the gardens do you allow indignation to satiate your brain.

For the few hours of freedom you may hold dear until the next morning begins and you are forced to live the same day once more. Over and over again until the end of time.

Your fingertips reach out as you walk, bruised from the scrubbing of floors, to find purchase against the walls of flowers rimming the maze. Rough fingertips dance against the gentle petals of roses, lulling in the feeling. Picking themselves against the thorns without much of a thought, not withdrawing. Only pausing feet to observe.

How can something so delicate and beautiful wish to cause harm? It does not. It simply desires a way to survive. You could never fault it for that.

“Pretty, are they not?” A dark, husky voice sends cold down your spine. Hairs become on edge, back straightens taught, ears perk just as if you are an obedient dog. Fear flashing through your entire being.

You do not wish to turn around. Do not have any want to face the man that has caught the air in your lungs. The one catching you in the garden without any proper attire in place. Though you must. You must bow, grovel at his feet for forgiveness for allowing him to see you in your nightgown. For not being in bed as you should.

Prince Kim has never been known for being kind.

Your body acts for you while your mind sets on pause– taking several steps forward, bending your body at the hips to give a proper 90 degree bow. Your hands clasp before you, hair coming down in front of your face.

“Prince Kim–” You rush, suddenly out of breath, “Please forgive my insolence. I-I am not of right attire or mind to be standing in front of his excellency right now. Nor should I be excused for touching the property of the palace. I have no proper excuse and any punishment you decide will be deserving. Please forgive me.” The words recite from your lips like a bible– instruction of them being heard time and time again.

Cold night air whips at your ankles, fluttering the gown around your ankles. The chill only adding to the cold sweat you’ve discovered has perspired. Making your hair dance around your shoulders.

You expect something, anything really. A slap, a single word. Though there is only silence in response. Silence that extends far too long and feels far too pungent for your taste. If he was going to do something, you rather he just get it over with.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the baritone of his voice once more.

“Pretty, are they not?” He asks again, repeating the same sentiments as before. Confusion bristles through as a kite in the summer air. Why is he asking you this? Is he not annoyed he caught a maid in such a level of disrobement? What is he trying to gain? What does he want?

All the questions you do not have any hope to answer rush through you causing you to feel confused and incomposed. Every boring lesson you were forced to sit through never taught you how to deal with this exact situation. You aren’t sure what he wants, nor your place in the garden. The thought scares you.

Against your better judgement, you allow your chin to tilt up only slightly. Only enough to look at the man– to try and read the expression on his face so you can better analyse your next action.

The shock you feel when you find his face is only inches from your own, frame bent down to make his eyes level with yours is something you cannot explain in words alone.

You would prefer to scream and run, however that is not an option at this moment, or so it appears. Instead, your eyes only widen in shock, in trepidation. Your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ as you stare.

Never before have you made eye contact with a member of the family. Never before have you had the luxury to view one so close. In any other circumstance, you suppose, you would surely be punished for such a thing. Someone lower should never view a future king in such a way.

You wish you could say he was a heinous, ugly beast for hatred of the palace alone. Yet you can’t, for he isn’t. He is beautiful.

Sure, you knew that already. Paintings of him are plastered across the walls– his face is everywhere eyes are able to reach. Yet this close, at this angle, you can’t stop the way your heart skips a beat. Can’t help but admire every facet of his complexion before being thrown in front of the lion again.

A gorgeous, blinding smile wipes across his face the moment you face him. Lips forming into an adorable box after he finally has your attention fully drawn on him. You’re startled back once again, sending your brain into a further whirlwind than before.

He desires an answer.

“I um… Yes. I suppose they are.” You nod slowly in response, following in his footsteps as he returns to full height.

You must follow his lead– it is how you will survive.

You usher a stray lock of hair over your shoulder, trying to stop it from hitting your face. The air starts to become stale again, feeling empty in the lack of his reply. It is awkward, and the way he stares at you, eyes darting around your face– your figure, has you feeling in some sort of girlish, embarrassed way.

You think you dislike the feeling.

“Are you a fan of roses?” His arms are pulled behind him, wrapped together as he bounces on his toes in something that looks like… boyish delight? The muddle of your brain can't help to understand a single thing. He is making no sense, trying to make conversation with you. Trying to find a morsel of companionship in someone who is meant to bow to him like he is the true god of your mortal plain.

You will have to oblige until he allows you to depart.

“I suppose so.”

He frowns. Try again.

“I adore them, the palace always has the most gorgeous petals all year round.” You smile at him, hoping it masks any discomfort you feel.

The smile returns to his own lips as he begins to walk. Tilting his head to you as a cue to join him. You try to keep your paces a few behind his own, a maid should never walk beside a member of the family. Though he only slows in response, matching your gate even though it is obvious he hates having to slow down.

Why is he behaving in this manner? It makes no sense to you.

“The flower of devotion.” He nods, breaking the silence once more and keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You almost want to admire his profile– the gentle curve of his nose, yet you refrain. Training your eyes ahead, keeping your fingers laced in front of you. Trying to look as put together as possible at this moment.

“Is it?” You quiz, unable to take the awkward silence anymore. He doesn’t seem to mind it. Unbothered, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose, flowing sleep pants.

“Of many other things, as well.” He nods, sending a slight smile at you.

“I don’t know much about the language of flowers.” Though it feels wrong to be talking with Prince Kim so casually, you try your best. The more you give in, mayhaps the sooner he’ll bore and the faster you will be able to run from the cage.

“Tell me your favourite, maybe I can tell you its meaning.” He pauses and you find yourself at the foot of the gazebo. He reaches out his hand, offering to help you up the small stairs of it.

All over again you find yourself taken aback. The prince is requesting that you touch him, not for his service, but your own. He desires to help you. Is for some reason treating you like a lady.

You don’t understand it, yet with great hesitation you oblige. You place your hand on his much larger one, allowing it to encase it. Help you up the stairs.

“I don’t know many…” You hope he cannot hear the hesitation in your tone, “Though I’ve always been fond of lilies.” You tell him, attempting to pull your hand away from his own as you reach the top.

He doesn’t allow it, keeping your small palm tight in his own. Fear trickles in once more, circling around your heart, constricting it.

You knew you shouldn’t have trusted him in the slightest. It is here where you shall face punishment for all the previous misdemeanours committed. White stone shall be painted with red and you will be left to your own devices to clean up the mess.

Your lungs start to take in more air, though of course you try to disguise it. Turning around to face him, to discover why he has kept you held firm, air is leaving your lungs for another reason entirely.

He holds your hand close, examining your fingers. Tilting it back and forth, smoothing his thumb over the back of your skin. If he takes note of the little dots of red, he doesn’t make comment of it. He only curls his fingers upwards, hooking against your own. Bringing your hand up to his lips as if it was the most delicate thing on earth. Staring at them with a passion you doubt you’ve ever seen before.

“Rebirth.” His breath fans across your knuckles, slowly lowering to place a gentle kiss against the skin. His lips are soft, so gentle against your weary flesh. So full of safety, so full of song.

When he retracts, he pulls away no more than a millimeter, though his grip tightens.

“Purity.”

Your first meeting with the prince had left you with a flurry of emotions, none of which you could hope to syphon through. For hours he kept you in the gazebo, sitting with you. Talking until it appeared the sun was cresting over the horizon.

He refused to release your hand the entire time. His fingers playing with your own, perhaps obsessed with the feeling of your tiny hand laced with his own pristine skin. Did not pay any attention the several times you tried to excuse yourself, only changing the subject of conversation to try and keep you in place.

It was strange. Confusing. You did not understand the reasoning or cause behind any of his actions.

Well, at least until the next morning while you were scrubbing the floors. Your friend Annabell cleaning right by your side. Catching up, gossiping about the new recruits found in the manner. It is only times like these when you actually get the chance to talk, to giggle with someone meant to be your equal in both age and house status.

The only chance you’re truly able to forget about the fact she is able to leave once her contract expires. But it does not matter– any small amount of spite you hold is slashed away by her kind smile. The understanding in her eyes as she treats you like just another maid set to work for the king instead of a captive.

It is only after the 7th yawn of the morning she asks about the poorly covered bags under your eyes. You had gone to bed with the rest of the girls, there is no reason you should be so tired. You never appear to be, at least it is not shown around others.

You struggle with yourself for a moment, trying to decide whether the night before was meant to be kept as a closely guarded secret to your chest. Yet one look at your closest confidant had you spilling everything.

The entire night– the stars, the flowers, the way he prattled on. How tight he gripped your dirty, calloused hand against his pristine soft ones.

You feel strange speaking of it, remembering it in any way. It causes your cheeks to heat and a fury to settle below your ribs.

It is a strange feeling, yet not an entirely unwanted one.

Your eyes train to the floor as you spill your soul, unable to keep it in once it starts pouring out. You try to keep your tone as neutral as possible– to tell her about the night as if it was a simple news story you heard from a guard. Though, you’re unsure of your success in the matter.

A poised laugh leaves the lips of your counter, her eyes cresting into half-moons.

“You cannot be serious right? You tell stories.” She giggles, shaking her head before continuing her assault on the floor.

You simply shake your own.

“It happened, I was as shocked in the moment as you seem to be now.” She lets out a small bellow of giggles once again.

“No, no. I believe it happened entirely. I’m only talking about the fluster of your face.” She giggles, lifting her rag and shaking it for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes, cracking a small smile.

“There is no such thing.” You laugh knowing that there is.

“Oh my heavens. Y/n, you cannot tell me you’ve grown fond of the Prince, have you?” Her words are hushed now, much more so than before. As if someone may be listening to the conversation.

You tense in reply, unsure of the answer yourself. The closest you’ve ever felt to fondness of another man was a stable boy a few years back. Only 17 at the time, head wrapped in romance novels that you didn’t entirely understand. He was handsome and he was kind. However just as you were starting to become closer to him, he was sent away to work at another palace.

You had not been optimistic since then.

She takes your silence as an answer in itself. Moving towards you, gripping your shoulders and hauling you to sit on your haunches. Forcing you to look at her face as she speaks.

“You cannot be serious.” She repeats again, hoping for any sign of doubt. All she receives is bewilderment in reply, “Y/n. You can never trust Prince Kim.”

You sigh, “I know, Anne, I–” You’re cut off with her own voice again.

“No, not in the way you’re imagining.” She sighs, letting her hands drop from your shoulders to continue scrubbing at the floor. Making work of herself as she speaks, “The other maids don’t tell you of much, do they?”

You can’t deny it. Your seclusion within the castle walls is only partly of your own design.

Other maids do not feel as though they can trust you, seeing as you are full property of the crown. In their eyes, you hold not a crumb of loyalty to your own kind. Few maids speak to you like Annabell does for fear the second they say anything wrong you are going to tell the world.

You would never, though your word is worth its weight in feathers to them.

“They don’t care for me as you do… no…” You admit, continuing to clean as well. She already knew the answer, letting out an exhale before she speaks.

“Prince Kim has a pension for… debauchery… I shall say,” She flinches at her own words, yet doesn’t know a better way to put it, “The variety in which he uses pretty words to seduce young ladies to bed with him. Royalty from other lands, general’s daughters, maids. It matters not. He likes them for the night then pretends they shall never exist again.”

Each word she speaks sends another stab into your gut. A dull pain blooming from the same places which a swirling was forming before.

Ah. It all makes sense now.

“Oh.”

“He has a particular fondness for the other maids, you know. Bedding them without a second thought.” A grimace forms on your friend's lips, scrubbing harder into the already shining floors, “There is no reason to form any sort of affection for that man. It will only end with his seed inside your core and a knife in your heart.”

Yes, everything she is saying makes perfect sense. You feel almost stupid to not see it before. Maybe you just didn’t want to see it– want to think about it in any sort of fashion. But this makes much more sense than the crown prince wanting to speak to you for any other purpose. Explains why he was acting as a true gentleman to someone so much lower than him.

However, you find that it does not take away the cavernous pit that has formed in your gut.

“I see, I have no desire for either.” You nod your head in understanding, not sure of what else to say. “I don’t understand why he’s taken an interest in me, though.”

She gawks, “I don’t understand why it has taken him so long to in the first place.” She shakes her head.

“Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. Y/n, you must promise me. You will not fall for him, nor give any part of yourself to him. He is not someone that will care for you like you deserve.” She states, blue eyes piercing icicles into your own. She is determined and will not relent until you agree.

“I do not wish to. Not after hearing all of…” You make some sort of motion with your hand, “that. Anyone would be a fool to like him.”

You nod your head while Annabell smiles in agreement.

“Good.”

Those are the last words you exchange with anyone for hours. The rest of the day passed by with lightning, an endless turnstile of things to take care of. A ball was to be held soon meaning the castle would be a wreck for the next few days. Too much planning, cleaning, sewing, coordination had to take place before anyone could rest.

Honestly, you were grateful for it. A break from thinking was much needed. As is a good night’s rest.

You sigh, already imagining how lovely it would feel to pull off your shoes for the day. Peel the cotton off your body and replace your dress with something more comfortable.

Oo! Hopefully enough warm water will be left for a quick bath. That would be just wonderful, your muscles would be able to unfurl. The perfect thing to lull you into a glorious sleep.

Your arms stretch over your head as you finish descending the staircase into the maid hallways. Bones in your back pop from the pressure, causing a sigh to make its way from your lungs. Your nimble fingers make their way to the ribbon holding your hair in place, untying it and allowing the tresses to fall.

Soon you would be in the maid resting quarters– your appearance would matter not there anyway.

You send small smiles to other staff members passing you, those that have either just woken for the night or those who still have work to do. Yet in return, each one of them just stares at you with an incredulous look. Turning and whispering to their friends as if you were not still in front of them.

You can’t help to understand why. Those around you may not have considered you a friend, but they were never rude. Always polite when need be. It has you feeling strange, some type of nervousness as you get closer and closer to the hallway extending to the maids personal rooms.

Rounding the corner, you discover exactly why.

His frame looks entirely out of place standing there. A perfect, pristine picture in a hallway of drab, illuminated only by the lanterns hanging on the wall. Royal blue tunic draped on his shoulders only emphasising his status.

He looks as though he was never meant to be here. Like a mistake was made along the cobblestone walls. No, he looks as though he is meant to be among the living. Not in your dreary, windowless life. Nothing could change that.

You stand there frozen, a deer caught in the lanturn of a hunting party. A pounding of your heart, as well as the dark swell of your gut coming back to life. Why is he here? Why the hell does he have a bouquet of flowers?!

You wish to scream, but you don’t. You have already been caught.

His eyes look up from where he created a small pile of dirt on the floor. His face coming alight in an instant, pushing himself to full stature from where he once leaned against the wall. Long legs making their way towards you while he suddenly has the decency to hide the bouquet behind his back.

Annabell certainly did not mention this method of Prince Kim’s seduction. You had never seen him down here before.

“Hi.” Is all he says once he is finally face to face with you. His face bright and youthful. Excited.

It seems all formalities have been dropped in his mind, though you refuse the notion.

“Prince Kim.” You simply reply, lowering yourself in a curtsy.

He pays no mind, almost pretending you never did it in the first place. Instead, he simply rocks back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly in delight. Wanting something, unable to voice it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, hoping to end the encounter swiftly to stop all of the prying eyes leering into your being.

“I brought you something.” His eyes do not break contact with yours once and you can see his hand twitch by his side as if it wants to reach out for something. You're glad he has the decency to hold back, so you shall do the same by pretending you never saw the flowers in the first place.

You choose not to ask yourself why he brought you a present. It must just be a trick of seduction.

“I am honoured to accept such a thing.” You send a small smile his way, something between real and fake. It seems to make him beam.

His arm comes out from behind, holding the flowers between both of your bodies. You look down at them, shock written across your features.

Sure, you had noted them as flowers before. But you think these may be the prettiest ones you’ve seen in your whole life. Petals of orange, white, and purple cloud in your eyes. Stomatas filled with the sweet pollen.

Lilies. All different kinds– ones you’ve never seen before.

They’re out of season, at least you think they are. How did he get these? Why is he giving them to you? Why is he trying to get the butterflies to return? Why is he trying to make your heart explode?

“Prince Kim…” You’re not sure what to say– instead gently reaching out to feel the velvet of a petal. Staring intently at their colours, unable to pull your eyes away.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, as if you’re the only two in the hallway. As if other maids are not passing, as if they are not staring at the two of you.

“Yes… I… I’m not sure what to say.” It is all so hypnotic.

“Thank you would be a good beginning, no?” His smile is soft, a light chuckle present in the tone.

You pause, tilting your head to look up at him fully– a large, real smile donning your lips.

“Yes. Thank you.”

You feel as if you are floating, just as you would when reading those romance books in your late teen years. Like the world has stopped moving save for the prince in front of you slowly passing the flowers into your arms.

Your hands brush against each other and you feel his fingers twitch, tightening ever so slight. Wishing to grab onto your hand just as he had done the night before. Wishing to insect every line that traces over your fresh once more.

However, he refrains. Allowing his ringed fingers to sink themselves into his pockets.

“I was just going to have them delivered. I’m not really meant to be down here, you know,” His smile is shy, “But I didn’t know your room. That, and I wanted to see you again.”

You look down, unable to keep the eye contact he presses you for. Prince Kim is too much for you. You don’t understand how he couldn’t be too much for anyone.

“Oh…” You’re a flush, “Thank you for saying that.”

“It is nothing to thank me for.” He chuckles, bangs dimming the hues of his eyes, “I’m sure I bored you with all of my ramblings.”

He did, partly, but that was more discombobulation for the situation and a sense of tiredness creeping into your bones. You shake your head quickly.

“Of course not. I had.. Fun.” Mayhaps fun isn’t the right term, yet there is no word that exactly describes your emotions of last night, nor the ones of today.

“As did I.” His lips are tight in a smile again, feet bouncing on their heels once more. He’s nervous, wants to say something again but isn’t sure how.

You’re not sure how to feel about learning what that habit means. Not sure how to feel about what any of this means. You have not had a moment alone to truly dissect what all of it is.

“I would love to spend the night talking to you again, if you would allow me.” You don’t think you would love anything more, yet you know you would not be able to function. Would probably make a fool of yourself, too.

“I-I think it would be best if I were to get some rest… I had not even an hour before I had to start working last night.”

He frowns, “That’s not good for your health…” He pauses, searching your face for any signs of distress, “Then let's talk in your room. I will only stay until you sleep.”

You pause, air drifting back into your lungs.

Ah. Right.

The words of your friend sink in once again, breaking you out of whatever trance he had put you under. Whatever spell he laced through both of your ears to have you singing songs of praises for him and the crown.

He wants you as a notch in a bedpost. Nothing more. It is clear as day and you are a fool to think anything other than that. This is all just a cleverly rehearsed show. You will not fall victim like your mother.

All royalty is the same. Use use use. Beat a dead horse until it stops coughing up any sort of reprise.

Your posture is suddenly tense, fist gripping the flowers so tight your knuckles appear white.

How dare he think so low of you. How dare he think he might be able to fuck you for nothing.

“Men are not allowed in the women's private quarters.” Your voice is staunch, though it is not as if he can tell nor cares.

If he does, he doesn’t show it.

“Ah,” The lilt is still evident in his tone, the cat playing with the mouse, “But I am not any man, am I?” His body leans a bit closer, pulling his face parallel to your own. Smirk playing on his lips.

Beauty is a deceptive thing, isn’t it? “When I am king I’ll make it so I can see you whenever we both desire.” Something heats in your gut at those words, yet anger quells it just as fast.

“It is a shame that you are not King yet, then.” You nod politely in his direction, trying to excuse yourself. Yet your words only seem to excite something in his eyes, lighting a fire behind them.

“My, I didn’t know you felt that way.” He smiles coy. A flustered sensation overcomes you as you realise the double meaning behind your words. You had made it sound like you wanted him in that way when that could not be farther from the truth.

“I do not.” You state, your voice ice. Though once again, it seems that it does not pierce him.

“There is no reason to be so cold, Y/n.” He sing songs, tapping one of his long fingers against the side of his head.

“I am not being cold! You are just not listening.” You sigh in exasperation. Exhaustion and annoyance make you forget yourself, causing your volume to rise just as his own does. This only seems to excite him more.

“I have heard enough.” He giggles, boyish and what others would describe as cute. Right before you’re able to argue back once again, he cuts in with his own voice once more.

“I will leave you for now. Find a pretty place for the flowers.”

He smiles generously at you, beginning to walk away, “Have a good night. I’ll see you soon.”

In your shamble of a disposition, you’re left stuck there. Staring at his back as he retreats down the hallway.

The shock of everything that had just transpired coming over you all at once. How poorly you had behaved. How you spoke to him. He could have you killed for any one of those things however instead he left you with a bouquet of flowers and a promise for another night.

You scramble to find yourself, to move yourself from out of the eyeline of every other maid. To make your way to your room, your one sanctuary as quickly as possible.

It is only when you��re in those walls, hard oak door shut firmly beside you that you have to remind yourself of your promise to your best friend. Remember that the prince fights his battles with words and emotions.

Your second meeting with the man had left you even more confused than the first. Thousands of questions and emotions real through your bones at a pace your brain can’t manage to understand. Leaves you fuming, trying to form a single coherent thought as you analyse the last two nights with a ferocity unimagined.

In your state, however, you neglect to think of the one question that should be dancing before you, held on a string just out of reach.

Why did he know your name?

It is apparent that since that night, Prince Kim has located which room you find habitance in.

This morning, another letter has found itself slipped under the base of your door. They have become commonplace now– letters detailing apologies for why he was unable to visit, what he had gone about on his day, his regrets that he has not heard back from you in what feels like ages.

He’s tried to speak to you a few times in the palace when you work. His eyes always trained on you with something you’re unable to describe when you clean nearby.

You wish you could say it was perverse in manner, but it was nothing of the sort.

Every once and awhile you would catch a lily pinned to his breast pocket. He would send you a secret smile whenever it caught your attention. As if it was a tale meant for only the two of you to know. As if he wanted to carry a portion of you with him.

You may be naive in saying so, nor do you have much experience in the matter, but these do not feel like the actions of a man who simply wishes to find home under your dress. These feel more personal. More extravagant than anything else.

Nevertheless, you ignore every single advance. Annabell made you promise, and it was a promise you were intent on keeping until your dying breath.

Put the letters away in a box, never to be responded to. Avoided looking at him whenever he was near. Rushed out of rooms when it appeared he was intent on making his war for you.

Icing out the prince is what is best. Whatever lilies he will wilt and die and you will be able to continue on with your hatred of the Kim family as well as your blood pact with the throne.

You only wish it was that easy.

“Y/n!! Miss Y/n!!” There is a scramble outside of the door, voices hailing for your presence. You don’t know why– you’re on wash duty. Anyone, unless they’re extraordinarily new, would know that.

The voice grows more erratic, more panicked. As if their life depends on finding you in that very moment. The other maids in the quarters send their glaces to you, urging you to go yet not one opens their mouths.

At least one bonus of endenturing your entire life to the palace is that you have grown in rank. More than 10 years has granted you a decent position.

A hushed sigh slips past your lips and your hands find themselves forcing the pile of sheets into the washing tub. Your hands quickly wipe away at your apron, ridding them of any moisture before pushing open the door.

Stepping into the hallway lined with stone you notice only a single girl. Her entire form shaking as she paces the hall– panicked. Blonde curls bouncing with every step, cheeks a fluster.

A new recruit, indeed. Celley is the name she wears.

She had just entered with the last batch of new maids, starting at the palace no more than 2 months ago. She was a recruit you were unsure of– not having a lick of grace or balance, nor any experience with serving. But you suppose there are many reasons maids are chosen.

You do not like to think of them.

Her feet are suddenly clamouring over to you, noticing your presence for the first time since you’ve stepped in the hallway. Her small, shaking hands grip your shoulders, holding you with all the will she seems to possess.

“Excuse me have you seen–” She stops herself, tiny pants pausing as her eyes go wide, “Oh my days! Miss Y/n! You must hurry!” She rushes, hand gripping your wrist as she tries to pull you away.

Though your face twists in confusion, your feet remain firm.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, both sympathy and concern entering your frame. You can admonish her later for her lack of manners, however now, the girl seems truly frightened. Her large steel eyes looking back at you, pleading.

“The crown prince! He’s!” She’s out of breath once again, continuing to try and urge you on.

This time, the second the word prince is muttered, you begin to follow her pace, “He’s lost his mind! He’s going on a firing spree! Locking up anyone who tries to calm him!”

“What? Why is that? Did something happen?” You ask hushed, urging the girl to keep her voice down. Though you both are similar in age, it is apparent who has experienced this type of thing before.

“He got into some kind of spat with his father. His instructor was fired when he tried to continue on with their lesson.” It seems she understood your message, continuing to hurry you down the halls.

“And what am I meant to do?”

“I-I don’t know!” She lets out a quiet yelp, pulling you closer as you exit the maid hallways and enter the palace ones, “His personal maid is away visiting family. She said to leave everything to you if something were to happen! I-I didn’t know what else to do!”

Damn Eleanor and everything she stands for. Why the hell did she have to bring your name into this?! Shouldn’t the head maid be called in times like this?! Not you, someone who wants nothing to do with any member of the royal family. Especially the crown prince himself. Sure, there must be rumours spreading around but you had managed nearly three weeks without speaking to him!

You let out a sigh, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to appear more confident, more put together. You will do this, and you will come out victorious. Every battle before has left you victor. What is one more?

“I understand. It will be dealt with.”

The least you can gain is the idyllic picture of the prince to be shattered forever. That would be the most ideal outcome, something to truly force him out of your heart for good. You will not fall prey to him and his earthly desires. He will not win your heart.

At least that is what you hope.

The throne room's doors stand before you, delicate lacings of gold worth more than your entire being etched into its surface. A glittering picture for what is sure to be a bloodbath behind its contents.

A deep inhale of warm air fills your lungs, hand pressing against the door as you force it open. Face someone you have not wanted to see nor extinguish the flames of in nearly a month.

He stands before you, 20 paces ahead. A broken bottle in his hand as he heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the passion of ten thousand suns. The look of murder in his eyes as he stares down at a maid, her form on the ground. Bowing with as much might as she can possess, looking for any exit possible. Few other maids stand around the room, keeping their heads low, avoiding any eye contact possible.

Though he looks like a mad man– mayhaps a god of war himself, not a single hair is out of place on his head. He is still the picture of sovereignty. And though your breath spikes, you find that you are not afraid.

What a strange feeling it is.

The creak of the door sends single to him, has him whipping his head to face you. Anger etched into his features, a new target befalling his sight.

You stand tall, moving towards him. You will rise to the position given to you, even if it shall mean your inevitable downfall. As long as the new staff are safe.

Only, when he looks to you, no wrath is found. No anger or deceit. The second his eyes meet your own, his expression drops along with the bottle in his hands. More glass littering the floor in its wake.

His eyes soften, his lips turning from a sneer into a gentle frown. His shoulders automatically lower, and suddenly it appears that there is no one else in the room. His legs move automatically, carrying themselves to you with such a hurried pace you would have thought he had seen a long lost friend.

Oddly, this scares you more than when he was angered.

You start into a bow, “Prince Kim, I’ve come in place of–”

His arms wrap themselves around you before you can speak another word. Pulling you in, wrapping you into his scent as you're pressed against his sturdy chest. Strong arms keep you in place as he tries to make his body become one with your own.

His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, one hand raising to tie itself in your hair. It forces you to stay in place, stay attached to him just the way he wants you to be. Allows him to inhale, breathing in all of you. Finally delving into the scent that he has been craving.

Your eyes only widen, hands staying firm at your side in shock. Heart beginning to race, head becoming lost in the soaps that only a member of a family could possibly own.

You’re not sure what to do. How to behave. As far as you are concerned or aware, this is something that no other has had happen before. At least not so openly. Not so brazenly in front of a myriad of other people.

But, it seems to calm him. To placate him in a way you’re not sure anyone could explain.

You try to make a small twisting motion with your hand, try to urge everyone else to leave while they have the chance.

They seem to take it, exiting the room as fast as possible.

You’re sure word of this will spread throughout the castle quickly. You hope the consequences will not be dire.

“Prince Kim–” You begin to speak after everyone has cleared out, after he holds you for what feels like a lifetime. You can’t find it in you to want him to pull away, no matter how embarrassing this seems.

“Shh,” He quickly silences you with a gentle press of his lips to your pulse, “Let me stay like this for a moment.”

You are unable to move. Unable to breathe after he kisses you. War could begin in that very moment and you’re not sure you would have noticed in the slightest. You are stunned into obeying his whim as he simply inhales and exhales.

The umber in his voice only comes after a millennia, after his shoulders have completely sagged. After all the tension is removed from his body.

“You didn’t respond to my letters.” He still doesn’t pull away, his grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

You pause.

“I…I didn’t know where to send them.” You lie and his hand loosens. The correct answer.

“My study. Put them under the door to my study.” He instructs like a king would.

You’re not sure why the tone of his voice sends shocks to your gut. Pooling into something you only find in your dreams.

“But if someone were to see them–”

“Let them.” Mumbles in your ear to you and you alone, a growl practically spiking through his voice, “I want them to know.”

Oh. This is new. This is definitely new. This is not the same way you felt with the stable boy years ago. This has become something entirely alienating. A completely different beast. You know that now as his baritone voice sends waves straight through your gut.

You simply nod in reply, your mouth unwilling to say anything back. The arm around your lower back grows more firm.

“Tell me where you will put your replies.” He commands into your ear.

“Under the door to your study.” Your reply is automatic, years of answering to the kingdom evident in your tone.

He sighs, unfurling his fingers from your locks to gently pet the top of your head, “Good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft as he touches you.

“Good lamb.”

You sigh, fingers deftly searching through your wardrobe for just a single pair of underwear. But once again, you turn up empty. It seems like every day that passes, another pair disappears without your knowledge.

Perhaps one of the new girls is causing a fuss, messing up the laundry for everyone else.

That is the only logical solution, at least.

But logic doesn’t seem to make much sense at all anymore. You couldn’t hope to understand why few of your other belongings have come up indignant as well.

Your favourite perfume, one of your stuffed animals, even your toothbrush! All have magically vanished from thin air over the course of the last week.

It is too bad that you haven’t had the time to think about it, either. Preparations for the ball have been raging throughout the palace. Everyone has been on their toes, unwilling to face the wrath of the planners as they try to make everything perfect.

You have had not one moment alone to think, either swept up in cleaning, decorating, or well… recently you and the prince have been going on walks through the garden at night. Though that doesn’t matter much. It doesn’t mean anything– just another thing he made you promise to. Claiming he wishes to spend as much time with you as he can.

His recent fixation is trying to get you to call him by his true name.

You would never dare, nothing is more inappropriate than such a title. It is something only his most beloved is meant to call him, and that person is certainly not you.

You try to force any thoughts of him out of your head, though it is clearly a fruitless endeavour. Especially with the dream you had the night prior.

His hands finding themselves between your legs, touching you in a way no other has.

You flush, quickly shaking all thoughts of the night away.

The tea! Your tea, yes. A prescription from the doctor for this very thing.

More often than not, you wake to find a mess between your thighs. Sticky arousal between them in a perverse fashion. The region sensitive and overstimulated combined with a mess of dreams. More sexual in nature than ever before.

Embarrassed, you had turned to the only person you could trust. The palace staff’s doctor.

She had told you it was normal– that you were simply having what she described as ‘wet-dreams’. The title alone made you feel embarrassed.

Nevertheless, she prescribed you a tea to help calm your nerves. It was meant to be passifying in nature, calming any lush desires you may have beginning to form.

You were not sure how it functioned, however you trusted her. Found that it quelled whatever fire burned inside of your heart for the time being.

Perhaps just a new oddity to add to your reality, you suppose.

Finally, you find a proper set of undergarments to pull over your legs. Letting out a breath in relief now that you finally have them.

Today is going to be busier than the last month combined– the ball is tonight. You know for a fact you will be rushed around the palace all day, fixing everything into an acute sense of perfection that only the Kim family is known for.

You reach to spray your second favourite perfume across your skin, only to find that the bottle has gone missing as well.

Your hairs stand on edge, a dark pit forming in your stomach.

It is all too strange for you to want to understand.

Okay, now you’re sure Annabell must be wrong. She has to be, right? There is no other conclusion possible.

The thoughts run through your head as you pace the small confines of your room. Thumb between your lips, biting the skin feverishly. Contemplating what it is exactly that you should do. A heavy box sitting on your bed, a letter laying next to it along with a single lily.

A month ago, you met Prince Kim in the gardens. A month ago you spoke to him all night long. A month ago he brought you flowers. He has been leaving you letters ever since. Three weeks ago he held you in his arms, made you promise to write him back. Made you promise to meet him in the gardens as many nights as you can.

But this, you could not accept. You could not possibly think this is real. Why has he gifted you something like this?

A dress lays on your bed. The most gorgeous dress you have ever seen, in fact. Lined with crystals and gems, many layers of tulle poof from the underskirt. It must’ve cost a fortune, but it was not meant for you. It is a dress meant for a princess, not a simple maid of the palace. Not… Not someone the prince simply wanted to bed.

So why did it lie here, along with a lace mask and a pair of shoes. Why did it come with a note from the Prince, telling you to put it on for tonight's events? Is this why the head maid dismissed you so early?

No. You could not. You will not make a fool of yourself. You do not belong up there, dressed as a princess when you are far from the thing. That is your decision. It will be the one you stick to.

Even as hours tick past on the clock, even as you can hear the night in full swing, you stay locked in your room. Feeling the same as you did when you were a girl locked in the dungeon all those years ago. Helpless, indignant, stubborn.

Lost in your thoughts as you try to piece together a puzzle that has several spaces missing. Feelings for the stable boy– life with him, it would have been easier than this. You’re sure of it.

You allow yourself to imagine what life could have been like if he stayed. It would have been a cosy, peaceful. A straightforward one that didn’t leave so many questions in your head. Jungkook was always like that, spoke his mind without leaving anything to be guessed. You adored it, wished you could revel in it now. Wish you could kiss him under the cherry tree once more.

A pounding wakes you from the dream you were just beginning to weave. Loud, angry knuckles against the firm oak of your door startling you to your feet in an instant. Chills running down your spine as if your body already knew who was behind it.

You wait too long to reply, another series of rapts following in quick succession. You’re in trouble. You’ve angered the prince in a way you’re not sure you’ll be able to find your way out of, but you have no choice. He knows your inside. You know you must face him. You must be brave.

Right before another series of knocks can echo against the walls, you finally pull the door open.

There stands the man you knew would be there all along, sculpted like the lord had made him himself. You wish you could behold him properly, to stare at his beauty in the suit specially prepared for this night. One he asked your opinion of several times during its construction.

But you are unable to, not when his shoulders heave like a bull planning its charge. Not when his eyes are narrowed into a glare that enters your soul without consequence. Never before had you felt his anger directed at you.

The future king would be a fearsome thing.

“It appears you are not dead.” He states, cold and detached in a way you have never heard before. It makes you feel small, feel weak. Though by now, you know he wants an answer. He will not accept the lack of one from you anymore.

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, “I suppose not…”

“Then what do you suppose.” You flinch. You’re not sure.

“I– Prince Kim…”

“Taehyung.” He interjects, though you ignore him. Only his future wife is meant to call him by that name.

“Prince Kim, I could not possibly accept this gift. You have to understand.” The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink. To appear as small as possible to placate the lion you’ve wondered into the den of.

“I do not. You are to accept any gift I am to give you.” He is stern as if lecturing the ground beneath him. He looks massive in your tiny room, taking up much more space than you wish to grant him.

You begin to grow frustrated, annoyed. Does he have no sanity? Does he really think it is okay to play with the hearts of women so carelessly? It is disgusting. Repulsive even! You do not deserve anything like this. You begin to grow tense, grow firm like a wolf cornered. Ready to lash out with no remorse.

That is what you are, anyway. A cornered animal with no hope to escape.

“I won’t.” You raise your shoulders, stand taller and stare him straight in the eyes. If this will have you sent to the axe then so be it.

He grows just as tense in reply, his lips forming a sneer as he takes a step closer towards you.

Never before has Prince Kim been opposed like this before, you’re sure of it. The way his irises become darker is proof.

“And why is that, lamb?” He mocks, and the fire inside of you only begins to glow brighter Of course, you’re just the lamb that's wandered into the lion's den. The lamb being prepared for meal.

Steam clouds around your head, jaw becoming tense as you try to hold back your rage. Rage for your mother, rage for the life she was taunted into the same way the prince is trying to do to you now.

“I will not become another woman you bed and then lay waste to!” You practically shout, unable to hold back your emotions anymore.

His nostrils flare, “Excuse me?”

“You heard my words.” You state back, indignant, “I will not be an idiot. I will not become another woman who you use for your own pleasures!”

You hear him scoff, head turning away from you for the first time as he looks around your room.

“You think that little of me?” His eyes make their way back to you, his face having the expression of somewhat… hurt?

Suddenly, you’re unsure. You feel stupid all over again though you’re not entirely conscious as to why. You hurt him? How could you possibly hurt the most powerful person in the country?

You falter in your stance, and it is obvious that he takes notice. Uses it to his advantage as he takes another step closer, makes his hand find your own. His thumb brushing soothingly over the knuckle. His hands are always so soft.

“What else am I meant to think? I’ve heard the stories, Prince Kim.” Where once was fire lays blistering coals. Hot to the touch yet unyielding in their passion. The air in the room has changed in much the same way.

“Tell me of them.” He asks you, his voice now gentle, soft.

It is strange, the complete change he’s had since first entering your room. Has your brain going a little haywire. Especially with the way he stares at your hands. Like they could be locked forever.

“I…” You feel flush, embarrassed to mutter the words in front of the prince, “I’ve heard you seduce women… princesses, noblemen’s daughters, maids… the lot. Then you abandon them the next morning with your seed in their core and a knife in their heart.”

You keep your eyes to your feet, face feeling hot by repeating the words of your friend. You refuse to look at him, you cannot take the embarrassment.

A light chuckle leaves his lips, a hand coming up to attempt to muffle them, “Sorry, sorry.” He shakes his head, a playful glint in his eyes. You’re baring your soul to him! How dare he laugh!

He coughs to muffle the rest of the sound, returning to the moment, “I apologise. I just had the realisation. You’re jealous of them, aren’t you lamb?”

A mess of flutters takes up your stomach, your shoulders raising in alarm. Your lips open to try and form words, to try and deny the allegations made your way, yet you are entirely unable.

Especially with the way he moves closer, crowds your space with such ease. Leads close to you, whispers words in your ear, voice lower than before.

“You wish it to just be you I lay with, is that so?” You can practically hear the smile in his voice as another, more erotic chill finds its way down your spine.

“Th-That isn’t–” You try to speak, but your voice sounds as light as air. He moves closer, arm carrying itself around your back, pulling you flush against him as he speaks sinful words. Words only for you.

“Ah…” He sighs in relief, lips practically touching your ear once you’re finally connected to him, “You don’t like it when I go fuck your friends then come to spend my nights talking to you… writing to you… touching myself to the thought of you.”

You cannot take it. You cannot take this, take him. Your head is spinning, clouding with the drug known as Prince Kim. Your knees feel weak, your limbs feel all too heavy. How can someone so pretty say such sinful words without a second thought. It’s too much. Far more than your poor little heart can take.

Your arms come up, press as firm as they can against his chest despite how weak they feel.

“Mmm…?” He asks in response, pulling back to look down on your face. Mock confusion spread across his features. He takes a step back, pretending to look you up and down. Like he is just playing a game of poker while all of your tells are as clear as day.

“Or is that not what you wish?” He asks, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, “You would like things to remain the same?” He smiles, drawing conclusions all on his own.

He pauses, waits for you to say something, anything before continuing. But you do not, so he will keep playing this game by himself.

“Then I shall go find someone to keep me company for the night. Mmm..” He taps his chin in contemplation, turning on his heels, meanwhile panic and dread fills every facet of your being, “What were those ones you’re friends with again? Celley? That pretty blonde? Oh, or maybe Annabell. I’m sure she would be prepared to go for a second round.”

What? What? No, No! What is he talking about? Why is he starting to walk away?! Wait, Annabell, second time?! She has before?!

Oh heavens, oh gods.

“Anyway, I'll be sure to write to you after. Have a good night, dream of me.” You begin to hyperventilate as he takes one step out the door. No, he can’t leave. You don’t want him to. You don’t want him to be with anybody else. You can’t let it happen. You can’t afford such a thing! Ever! That is not where he is meant to be!

Your body carries you before your mind does. Hand slipping out, gripping onto the back of his coat with all of the strength you can muster. Feet planted firm in your room, doing everything in your power to not let him leave.

It is really too bad you do not see the sick smile that forms on his lips. Maybe then the pieces of the puzzle would have finally clicked in place.

Instead he only tilts his head backwards, painting a complexion of boredom.

“N-No! I don’t want that!” You finally manage to stutter out, knuckles turning white with the strength you hold onto him. Afraid if you let go in the slightest he will pull away and disappear forever. “I don’t want you to be with other women!”

The silence that follows your confession feels a mile long.

“Then go put on the dress.” Out of any response there could be, that certainly was not the one you were anticipating.

“What…?”

His chin tilts in the direction of it, urging you on, “If that is the truth, then go put on the dress.”

“I…” You hesitate for only a moment, but scramble to motion once the prince turns to leave once again.

You make quick paces to your bed, keeping your back to him. You feel his eyes on your back, intent on giving you no privacy to ensure you follow through on his order.

In fact, all he does is close the door behind you. Making sure no one will be able to see in. No one will be able to watch you save for him.

You slowly peel off the cotton of your nightgown, trying to appear brave even though his eyes are trained on your form. Even if your slip still remains on, you have never been this uncovered in front of a man before. You feel entirely bare.

You do not look at him as you finally find your way through the tool, slipping the garment over your head with struggle, yet his face is practically predatory.

You don’t know his plans, or what he wishes to gain. You never do.

As the fabric settles over your hips, half of you wants to question how the size is perfect, but you refrain. Too embarrassed by everything else to even consider it an option. Your hands reach behind you to attempt to lace up the back on your own, yet another pair are already present in their place.

When did he get so close? How did he get so close without you hearing a thing? Your heartbeat must be the only sound in your ears, that must be it.

His fingers work down your spine, tightening the dress so it fits you perfectly. Tying it off with skill you did not know he had. You feel his breath on the back of your neck. A fire begins to grow in your core.

“I was going to present you to my father tonight.” He admits, placing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “The ball was meant to find my bride.”

“Oh.” Those are the only words you can say when he is so close, arms enclosing around your waist. Pulling your back flush with his chest.

Only words you can manage at the revelation.

“Imagine his disappointment, more so my own when the girl I had been speaking to him about did not show.” He grunts, almost as if it hurt him. Guiding your body to stand in front of the full mirror in your room. Asking– telling you to look at yourself.

The sight is strange, yet incredible. The crown prince of the entire nation standing in your bedroom, in the maids quarters. Surrounded by squalor and chaos. Arms wrapped around a maid dressed as if she could be a queen.

You look up at him to the best of your ability, regret plastered across your features, “Prince Kim–”

“Taehyung.”

“--I’m so sorry.” He does not look you in the eyes. They stay trained ahead, not straying once from the mirror. One hand rubbing small circles into the fabric covering your stomach, the other sliding to your waist.

He touches you without care, without reason. Feeling you against him for all that it is worth.

“Actions have consequences, that is all. They can come later.” He states plainly, “For now I just wish to indulge in you.”

He brings his face down, placing it right next to yours. His hand rises, making your chin face the mirror as well.

He forces you to make eye contact with him through it, forces you to understand each of his words clearly.

“You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”

You take a deep breath, gulping down all the air you can manage. You don’t think you’ve wanted anything more.

With no more than a nod, his lips are on yours.

Spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands cupping your cheeks with such intensity you fear they may become etched into your skin forever. Keeping your lips closed against his own.

His body cages you in, pressing entirely against you. Forming against you in perfect harmony, feeling two souls become one. Feeling each other fully for the first time– no pretence or public eye in the way to stop it.

His teeth nip at your lower lip, biting in a way that has you opening them in pain. He takes the opportunity to lick his way inside, somehow pushing even closer to your body.

Something hard presses against you and the discovery has your knees wishing to collapse.

The prince can’t possibly be this big. He simply can’t.

The kiss has you reeling, unsure of anything. Unsure of what to do at all. It is nothing like your first kiss under the cherry tree with Jungkook. That was soft and sweet, docile as two people discover something new.

This, this is nothing of the sort. It is hungry. It is a beast that has been starved, finally getting its first meal. It is intoxicating. It is needy and desperate in a way that has your fingers trying to press themselves even deeper into the glass. It has your breath being robbed. Your lifeforce wilts away to satisfy only the prince.

The groan he lets out as you finally give into him, finally allow him to take control of the kiss as arousal pools in your gut. It is one of the most deadly siren’s calls you think you’ve ever heard. One that would have any woman throwing themselves overboard for just a taste.

“Finally,” He grunts, pulling no more than a millilitre away from your lips, wetness still connecting them, “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you.” He mumbles, hungrily connecting his mouth back to your own.

Before you know it, you’re lost in the man once again. Allowing him to move you, to guide you to your bed without withdrawing from you once. Tangling your fingers into his hair, trying to make sure he doesn’t pull away. Making you drunk off of his taste, off of him.

When he kisses you like this, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to live without him.

Your knees hit the frame of your bed and all of a sudden you're falling backwards onto its plush lining. Panting, trying to regain some of the air he stole from you.

For the first time you’re able to look up at him, to discover the mess that he has become. Cheeks red, lips swollen. Eyes dark and twisted with lust. Hair ruffled messily from where your fingers laid. Shoulders rising and falling with effort as he catches his breath as well.

He looks gorgeous and you can’t help yourself hoping this will be only a sight for you forever.

He leans down, pecking your lips once more, “I couldn’t stop myself from imagining this. Since the moment I placed an order for your dress.”

He huffs, dropping to his knees in front of you. You sit up on your elbows, face twisted into confusion as you look down at him.

God. It is too dangerous to look at him right now. You know that as another wave of heat runs straight to your core.

“Pushing up the future queen's skirt.” He groans, hands gaining purchase on your hips, pulling you down so your waist sits at the edge of the bed, “Letting myself have a taste of her while everyone else at the party danced.”

O-Oh. Oh. He sees you as, oh god.

His fingers bunch in the material of your skirt, drawing in a shaky inhale as he holds onto any drop of sanity left.

When he sees no hesitation from you, he slowly begins to push the material up your legs. Eyes trained on your own, looking to you for any sign of discomfort.

“Have her come undone on my tongue while no else was the wiser.” He groans as he finally comes face to face with your panty covered core.

Your brain moves at a snail's pace, trying to keep up with every tiny movement the prince makes. Trying to process his words while your head becomes fuzzy with your own arousal.

You feel like mush, so pliable in his grip.

His large hands slowly begin to part your thighs, to look at what he has been craving for so long when your brain catches up with you, embarrassment overcoming your being.

“Y-You can’t! I-it is dirty to do such a thing.” At least, that is what you had been taught. Though, the look in his eyes and the growl from his throat tells you the opposite.

“You could never be dirty. No part of you could ever be.” The sound he lets out is more akin to an animal than anything else, and suddenly you feel like a schoolgirl. Flustered and embarrassed beyond anything else.

The muscles of your thighs untense, the look on your face blushed and biting.

“You will let me?” He asks again, and despite your embarrassment, you nod. He is going to be king… his word is rule afterall. He wishes it, so it will happen. You could not be more pleased to oblige.

His grip on your thighs is more firm than before, blunt nails digging into soft flesh as he pries your legs apart. He lets a groan resonate from the back of his throat at the sight. Panties sticking to your center, wetness pooling just behind causing the material to almost become transparent before him.

You did not know it was possible for a man to have such an effect on you.

Without a second thought, he pushes the material down your thighs. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt, savouring the flavour for every cent it is worth.

He moans at the taste, not wasting a second before he dives back in. Lapping against you like it is his last meal.

A mewl leaves your lips, too many feelings crossing you at once for any of them to be worth anything.

Embarrassment, shame, fear all vanish the moment his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against the small bundle of nerves in a manner that has your back arching against the bed. Fingertips digging into the sheets to find a second lease on life.

You try to look down at him, to find him between all of your small pants of pleasure, however he is gone. Disappearing until the layers of fabric while he brings you sensations you never thought were possible.

His tongue moves like it is made to pleasure only you. Taking turns flicking your clit to lowering into your center. Licking up any bit of arousal he can make out. Trailing up once again to press flat against the bundle of nerves.

All of it has your legs kicking, your breath melting.

He is not quiet either, letting you know exactly how much he adores this. Adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped tight around his head. Adores every little sound and reaction you have to give him. Adores the taste of you on his tongue. It was only meant for him.

It feels like he has been wishing to do this far longer than you would ever know. Consuming you whole from the inside out. Causing you to become addicted, to desire him just as much as he carnally craves you.

His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as your hips begin to rock against his face, seeking out every ounce of pleasure that he is willing to give you. Your adorable mewls and whines grow louder, peaking every time he sucks on your clit.

A coil has begun to form in your gut, feeling as though it could snap at any second. You wish you could see him, to look at his face and see the crazed gleam in his eyes. Observe the exact look on his face as he licks your cunt.

You try to picture it. Try to imagine the way he would look up at you from between your legs. The dark umber his eyes would become, the gentle circles he would rub into your thigh as you finally make eye contact.

Your walls clench around his tongue, sending a new waves of whines out of your mouth. He somehow moves faster, more precisely with every movement. Like he is able to hone in on the exact things that have your thighs quivering.

His tongue moves up, takes your small, worn clit into his mouth. Alternating between sucking against it, flicking at it, and pressing against it firm with the flat of his tongue.

Without warning, nor any reprise, one of his thick fingers is thrust into your wet heat. Filling you in a way you have never been able to do to yourself. Stretching you. And all of a sudden, you’re flying off the edge of a precipice.

“Prince Kim!” Your back arches off of the bed, head thrown back against the mattress as you let out a moan. Your hips jolt, cunt squeezing around his fingers, heels digging into the floor as you come undone before him.

He works you through it with ease and grace, finger slowly thrusting in and out. Tongue firmly planted against your clit to ride you through your high.

It would not be your last of the night. He must be gentle.

Slowly, you relax against the bed, chest heaving from exertion. He pulls away from you, standing to full height before leaning over your shaking form.

Your arousal coats his face, a sheen from his lips and chin evident against the soft yellow glow of the room. He looks down at you, concern and adoration written across his features. Though in his eyes, it appears that the beast has yet to be quelled.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste yourself against them.

“You are delicious. I wish to eat you every night until I die.” He mumbles against your lips, his knee sliding between your legs. Muscle pressing against your swollen cunt.

You try to flinch away, yet the hand on your hip keeps you in place.

He will not have you running away.

Not now.

Your cheeks flush at his words, wide eyes looking up at him like he is all that matters.

He is.

He presses his knee further against your pussy while his lips trail down the column of your neck. Urging you towards the headboard with no words spoken until your head is against the pillows.

Your arms wind their way around his neck, keeping him in place, “I-if we were married, I would let you.” You manage to speak, your voice shaky.

He only smiles in reply. Fingers digging deeper into your waist as if he is holding himself back.

“Then we shall call this practice for our wedding night.” He smiles, sitting back on his heels.

Marriage, wedding night. You allow the thought to ghost through your mind, willing it to be reality.

He smiles down at you, taking note in the way you seem to gleam at the idea. A small chuckle leaves his lips, you really are too cute for your own good.

His voice is no more than a whisper, forcing you to stay enrapt, “You will let me, right?” He asks, eyes glancing down to where his pants strain against his hips, “I wish to make love to my future wife.”

Your mouth practically waters at the sight, his hard cock pressed taught against the expensive material. You swear there may even be a wet spot where his cum has leaked through.

Your pussy clenches, wanting nothing more for him to find his way inside. For him to claim you for himself. Destroy you so no other man can have you in the same way.

You struggle against yourself for no more than a moment, but the way his hand reaches down, grips at his cock. Brushes his thumb over the surface has you moaning in want.

“Please.”

He smiles, the motion following swift. All at once his hands unbutton his pants, pushing the material down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring free. He groans at the feeling, thick length hitting his stomach. Pretty pre-cum dripping down the side.

Your eyes go wide. If you imagined him to be large before, seeing it now looked impossible. He is thick, long. Far too big to ever hope to fit inside of you.

But the desperate groan in his voice, the hungry look in his eyes only has you spreading your legs. Wishing nothing more than for him to destroy you.

One hand wraps around the base as he moves closer, the other forcing the skirt of your dress as high as it will allow. He makes space for himself in between your thighs, slotting himself in. Ready to do what he has been waiting years for.

Not yet.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the worry. So he leans down, planting a gentle, soothing kiss to your lips. One filled with years of time behind it.

He knows he must be careful with you. Knows all of his patience will have been worth it when he is finally able to take your virginity.

“Will it hurt?” You as quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close. You find comfort in him. Find a sense of safety within his eyes.

He nods in response, “Only for a little while, I promise.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a soft kiss against them once more.

He slowly rubs the fat head between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your hips buck slightly in response, and he can’t help but smirk.

So sensitive. So ready for him.

As much as he wants to be rough, he can’t. He can’t scare you away just yet.

He looks into your eyes once more, “Ready?” He asks, giving you one final chance to back out. You only nod your head, pulling him close, hiding your face in his neck.

His head catches on your opening with the final drag of his length through your lips. His hands practically shake in excitement, as he guides himself inside. Letting go only once the tip is buried within your walls.

He feels your teeth sink into his coat, your body burning with the stretch of him. He only has the first inch inside, yet you think it is more than you could possibly take.

A choked cry leaves your lips as he continues to slowly thrust inside. Your arms cling to him as tight as possible. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as he fills you, forming your entire body just around him. Just around his cock.

He pauses only once half of his cock is buried in your needy cunt. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, to bring you back down to reality from the pain you feel digging at your core. Trying to bring you some sense of comfort.

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, expecting to see them soft. Filled with concern. Though there is nothing of the sort there.

Behind his bangs is only the look of pure insanity.

Though he tries to be compassionate, he really does.

“Are you doing okay?” His voice is strangled, coming out in only desperate cracks. He shakes, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself inside. Fuck himself deeper and deeper, until your cunt is shaped for his cock alone.

But he holds restraint. Just enough.

The way he looks at you, the way he speaks has a wave of pleasure rushing through your skin. Your walls clamp around him, tightening even more.

He is falling apart before you, because of you.

He has gone mad because of you.

The feeling only makes you want to urge him on. See just how far the prince can fall.

You nod your head, looking at him with all the affections in the world, “Don’t stop.”

He groans at your words, mind losing itself as he snaps his hips forward, forcing his cock inside until his hips are firm against your own. Teeth digging into the fragile skin of your neck.

You cry out in pain, your walls squeezing around him in shock. Pain coursing through your entire system as you are filled to the brim. Walls stretched as wide as humanly possible. The head of cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your lungs.

“Shit.” He groans, mouth falling open, “This pretty thing is wrapped around me so tight, lamb. So fucking tight I can’t think.”

He slowly tries to move his hips, though you only shout in response. Your legs wrap around his back, doing their utmost to keep him in place.

“Hurts!” You whine, shaking your head quickly.

Fucking hell. What is the point of a pussy as sweet as your own if he can’t use it properly?

His hand moves between your legs, growl of impatience slipping past his lips as his fingers find your clit. They work with urgency, with need. Rubbing tight circles into it, trying to get you to feel the same pleasure he does.

You whine, overstimulated. Shots fired in all directions leaving you messy and confused.

With every circle, a mewl sounds from your throat. Slowly your legs behind him loosen, the pain from before mixing with pleasure to become something wonderful. Something that has you whimpering for him to not stop.

“See?” He grunts, slowly slipping out of your heat until only the tip remains, “We were made for each other.”

He forces his cock back inside, fucking you open just for him. Only ever for him.

Your nails dig into his back, heels digging into the mattress as you moan for him. As your cunt becomes addicted to the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. Addicted to everything he has to offer.

He moves too fast, too hard for you to even hope to keep up with. Hips pistoning into you, forcing you to take everything he has to give and more. Forcing you to be the perfect little doll for him, give him all the pleasure he can want and more. White mixing with red around the base of his cock.

Your back arches off the mattress to try and get closer to him, to try and keep up with him in any hope of the sentiment. Hips trying their best to keep him as close and as deep as possible, knowing they crave one thing and one thing alone.

“Prince Kim!” You moan, yet he growls in response. A sharp slap to your thigh sounds throughout the room as his hips pause, fingers removing themselves from your clit.

“That isn’t my name to you anymore.” His voice is low, menacing in your ear. One more poke of the bear and you will be punished. “Tae–Hyung.”

He emphasises the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, one that brushes against the bundle inside of you. One that leaves you crying out for him. Clinging on to him.

“Say it.” He grunts, animalistic and desperate. Yet you’re too lost in yourself to realise how debauched he’s become. Looking less and less like a man, more like a demon come to lay waste to your soul.

That is close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Say it until it becomes the only word you know. Every question I ask, every time I fuck myself into this sweet little cunt. Your only reply should be my name.” He grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at him.

Your fucked out little features as you bob your head in compliance.

“I-I” You swallow, trying to understand his words as he pounds away at your core, “I understand!”

He smiles, almost proud of the work he has done today.

His hips only move impossibly faster, impossibly harder in a way that has that knot in your gut tightening once more.

“We’ll start simple then. What is my name?” He asks, angling his hips to press against your sweet spot with ever slight movement. Breathe panting, his mind falling deeper and deeper into the thralls of your body.

“P-Prin–” You stop yourself, a pinch coming down on your skin, “Taehyung!”

He groans, almost coming undone as he hears your name fall from your lips for the very first time. The pretty sound your voice makes with every letter.

It could be the only thing he hears for the rest of his life.

“Who are you going to marry?”

You whine, your head thrashing around slightly. He smiles. You must really enjoy the idea of that, huh?

“T-Taehyung!” You manage to stutter out again, feeling your release coming closer and closer as the seconds pass by.

“Who is the man you have fallen for?” The answer to the question is easy, especially when he is fucking into you like you’re the only woman that matters. Nothing matters except for him.

“Taehyung!” Your brain is too fuzzy to process anything else. Anything other than the way his cock fills you. Anything other than the one word he told you is your gospel.

“Who is the boy that kissed you under the cherry tree?” You don’t even know anymore.

Does any man exist beside Taehyung anyway? You doubt it.

“Taehyung!” He smiles into your neck.

“Who was the boy that was going to have you killed? That saved your life?” His words don’t process through your ears, yet you know what you are meant to say anyway.

“Taehyung!” He groans, his hips stuttering, losing their pace ever so slightly.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Taehyung!” You whine, your thighs shaking. The coil so tight you think you may just die if it doesn’t come undone in this very moment.

His breath is quiet, only a rough whisper in your ear, “Cum.”

Just as your king commands, you fall apart around him. White dots in the corner of your eyes as you clamp down around him, your legs pulling him close. A cry of his name leaving your lungs as if it is the very air you breathe.

You feel him paint the inside of your walls white, his hips stuttering– fucking himself as deep into you as he could possibly manage. If you had any sense left in your little head you would have told him to pull out, yet your brain is so high. Filled with pleasure that only Taehyung can provide.

Waves of arousal crash around you as he slows his hips, ensuring that you ride out your orgasm to its fullest before pulling away. You wish he could stay buried inside of you, just like that. Yet you doubt that would be very wise.

“Was that good for you, little lamb?” He asks, slowly helping you into a sit. You’re not sure how to properly answer– mouth feeling dry. Your head has not yet come crashing back down, though that is probably a good thing.

Facing reality is too scary right now. Especially when Taehyung is so warm. So caring as he removes your dress. Slips your nightgown back over your soiled body.

“Very…” You nod, unable to take your eyes off of him as he moves around the bed. Tucking himself back into his pants, removing his shirt and dress-coat. Placing them over the back of a chair. Neatly hanging the dress on a hook, taking care that it is not damaged in any way.

Your arms find themselves reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiles once he takes notice.

“Would you like me to stay the night?” It is clear he was already planning on it, but hearing the words make you smile oh-so bright.

“Yes, please.” You nod quickly, eyes already feeling tired. You did not know how he had so much energy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Right now he is meant to be in your bed, arms around you. In fact, you become annoyed that he isn’t already.

“Alright.” He smiles, slipping next to your form. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

You feel so safe. So warm with him. So protected that you can’t stop yourself from falling asleep.

“Goodnight my lamb.”

The Kim Empire.

His home, his family, his livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

Yet, the only thoughts that seem to brandish his mind since the young age of 15 are about you.

When you first stumbled in front of him, carrying a tray of tea. Spilling it all over his shoes. That quick curse that left your lips before looking up at him. The wide, doelike vision you had once recognition had set in. One the realisation of error set into your bones.

He will never forget the way his heart began to race in that very moment. The way he felt a cloth of sickness overcome his whole body at the mere sight of you. Looking so serendipitous below him.

At first he thought it was hate, how silly he had been back then. Ah, the way he sent you to be killed was just funny to him now. He is grateful he talked to his mother before your execution date. Spilling his soul to her, detailing how he could not seem to remove you from his brain.

Ah, he was lucky he managed to get the letter to the executioner in time. What a pity that would be if he couldn’t. Then he wouldn’t have been able to lay next to you now. Wouldn’t be able to play with your hair, caress you like he pleases.

It is truly too bad that was not his only trial on the road towards you. It was really a pity he had to send Jungkook away. Taehyung quite liked the kid. He was fun to play with and wouldn’t shy away from his games.

But he just had to try and seduce you. Poor thing. You really were too innocent at the time. More than eager to kiss him for no reason. To give him even a peace of your heart that was meant for Taehyung alone.

He remembers as clear as day, the rage he felt as he watched your soft lips press against another mans. How terribly he wanted to go out and strike Jungkook with a sword. Of course he didn’t though, that would have scared you away. He would have hated that.

He thanks god every day he was really your first kiss, even if you didn’t know it.

Patiences was the hardest battle of all, and he will admit, he has faltered a few times over the years. Kisses stolen while you sleep, a few of your belongings robbed to keep him satiated. Mayhaps a few trips to your room in the night.

But who could blame him? He was a man in love. There was nothing that could stop him when he was so hungry for you.

Ah, and then of course his father. He wanted to separate your love as well. A maid could never possibly be suited to be queen, blah blah. He doesn’t care. And at least that fight allowed him to hug you for the first time.

God. You felt so perfect in his arms, then and now. You have always been meant for this. Meant for him.

If his father plans to keep standing in the way, he will simply have to remove him from the equation. His bonds to the man are as thick as water. He cares more for you than he possibly could anyone else.

You’ve belonged to him since you were born, anyway. If a maid becomes pregnant while working for the castle, her child becomes property of the state. Of the crown. Of him.

It only makes sense that you are meant to be with him until death. It is the path lined for you. Your fate since birth.

He knows it as his delicate fingers trace over the small patches of blood dirtying the sheets. Evidence of the hours before, of your virginity robbed. Of your promises to him.

You are bound to him by blood after all.

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dirtybtssnaps · 1 year

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Taehyungie can you give me a kiss.. I feel like we don't spend enough time together ... 👉🏼👈🏼 I miss you oppa...

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: Dom Kim Taehyung (V) and Sub Female Reader

“Ugh, Why do I have to have such a sweetheart like you? We’re alone in a hotel room together for the first time in a while, and sweetly just ask me for a kiss. It’s just the two of us here, the other members are in another hotel and I booked this room under a different name so nobody will know it’s us here. Now, are you sure you just wanna kiss, or do you wanna do more than that? Come tell Oppa I really wanna know.”

-Kim Taehyung (V)

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kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅴ)

hello everyone i know it's been a while since i posted, work has been hectic, but i got some time and managed to finish a list so please enjoy i have a few lists ready to post so i'll que them up... here's my all time favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message or feedback under their posts i know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed you will be blocked ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics or just share what your reading right now i'd love hearing from you 🖤✨

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

“listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

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kooktrash · 1 year

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his special secret | kim taehyung

summary: you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

➢ genre/au: college art professor!tae x art student!y/n [she/her… afab] [age gap 9 years]

➢ 12.5k words

warnings: smüt. secret relationship. tae is 30, y/n is 21. car sëx. oral [f&m]. make out. groping. tae is divorced. both got cheated on in past. jealous tae. dirty talk. makeout in art closet. y/n is confident but going thru it. professor x student. no protection. y/n is on top.

[REUPLOAD] HIS SPECIAL SECRET 2

You know when you're really mad to the point that you wanna cry? Not because you're sad but because you're so mad and you can't even act on that anger, especially not right now, you couldn't even show that you're upset because you're in class. Obviously it started off with your stupid ass ex-boyfriend's tenth apology text where it was mostly just him trying to gaslight you. Then it was because of missing the bus to campus which made you have to get a taxi and spend way more money than necessary, but get this, you spent like 20$ so you wouldn't miss your first class and yet it was canceled. Canceled! After spending that money to make it for that specific lecture you walk over to the room only to find a big fat 'canceled' sign on the door. Plus, you had enough time to catch the next bus if the professor only posted or emailed everyone saying it was cancelled, hell you could’ve even slept longer.

Your phone is still being blown up and you just can’t focus on your painting today. You can’t mix the right shade and it is beginning to drive you crazy. Your palette is getting too full and your water is so dirty that it isn’t even cleaning the brush anymore. You had already been trying to keep your cool this entire time but now you can’t take it anymore. You were so upset with the trillion texts you were being sent and with your painting not going the way you wanted it too, oh and missing the bus and class being canceled, you were very clearly overstimulated and overwhelmed. You felt like there is nothing you can do but just give up for the day.

You stood abruptly taking your brushes and palette to the sink in the back of the room. You dried and packed them all up not caring to say anything to anyone else as you picked up your bags and canvas. You put your things away and left, not turning back to professor who looked up from helping another person to watch you leave so suddenly. You finally got your phone out and dialed one of your friend's number hearing it ring twice before they picked.

"What do you want? I'm trying to take a nude here?"

"Can you pick me up? I'm done with classes," you asked him. You weren't even that far from the classroom but you were done. You had been working on the same part for over twenty minutes and it was not getting any better so you just had to go.

"You're lucky I was gonna go get Bora too, I'll be there in fifteen," Jungkook said finishing up his last shirtless picture before going for you two.

"Will that be all for today?" A voice spoke up behind you as your call came to an end. You jumped looking back and following the voice's direction and froze at the sight of your professor.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just—I can't focus today," you sighed rambling out a shitty excuse. He huffed crossing his arms over his chest. You swear your professor came from a world where only the most attractive people are born. It wasn't even you being dramatic, it's just the facts. He had dark hair always styled neatly, his face was angular yet soft and his dark brows made his expressions more attractive. His voice was always so low that it was quite literally mouth watering and he loved wearing long sleeve button ups where he could just roll his sleeves up if he got too hot. You looked at his face, snapping yourself out of your thoughts at his expression.

He looked annoyed, but he kept himself neutral as he spoke, "The exhibition is next month. You only have a few weeks to finish the piece before the submission deadline. Don't you think you should try to focus on your painting?"

"I did try Professor Kim, I've just been—there's just a lot going on and—" you stopped suddenly staring at his left hand, a silver band no longer there. You stuttered a little to start again, "I apologize."

"Mhm," he muttered looking away from you to the others inside the art studio focused on their work, "Just go on, make sure the next time you step into the studio you're more focused."

Dick. "Of course sir," you said turning your back to leave finally. You got to the campus entrance just in time meeting Bora along the way and the two of you got into Jungkook's car. He was shirtless as he drove.

"What's up with you?" You asked buckling yourself in as you got in the passenger's seat. He was on his phone looking up at you through sunglasses that made you laugh, "You look like such a douche."

"Shut up I told you I was taking nudes," he said as he drove away, "Plus I'm hungover and the sun's way too bright but I wanna know what took you two so damn long."

"Oh my god I left my laptop in the journalism room so I had to go all the way to get it and you know I hate walking too much," Bora said from the back seat. You sighed, "Mr. Kim caught me outside and he kind of lectured me but it's whatever. You won't believe what I noticed today—"

"What?" The two said in harmony ready for any sort of gossip. You looked genuinely surprised, "He doesn't have a wedding ring anymore." They leaned back in disappointment.

"Yeah we know," Bora said sarcastically, "Everyone's been talking about it since last semester. The word is he must've gotten divorced over the summer."

"Wait so it's almost been a year? How did I not know? He's so young," you said with furrowed brows trying to understand what you were being told. Jungkook sighed dramatically, "Because you had a boyfriend and you're not into older men."

"He's like 30, that's not old, first of all," Bora cut in, "And Y/n has daddy or mommy issues, so she's probably into older men."

"How did this get turned on me?" You asked looking between the two before settling your eyes on Bora, "He really got divorced? I thought he'd been with her since he was 20."

“Yeah, apparently word on campus is that he caught her with her coworker," Bora told you, "Minho from the Tech department heard it in the staff room. Apparently he was asked to help with some computer problem and two teachers were talking about it. He told his girlfriend and she's told basically everyone."

"Why do so many care?" Jungkook asked pulling up to your apartment. Bora gasped, "Why? Because he is literally the world's most attractive man? He's like a God. I promise you everyone has a crush on him and that's why so many of the beginner art class was filled. Everyone wanted to have him as a teacher even if they weren't art majors."

"Is that why you signed up for an art theory class this semester?" You asked turning to her. She nodded with a pout, "Yeah but it was already filled. You're so lucky he's head of the department and you're in your third year. You get to work with him more since his focus is on proficient students.”

"He's super strict though," you told her with a defeated sigh, "But I guess he's honest. You have to be ready to face critique and he's helpful. He just makes you feel like shit when you're not focused."

"I bet he's an ass because he's probably not getting laid," Jungkook laughed, "Divorce does that to people. Turns them bitter."

"Are you kidding? Look at him, women must be all over him, hell half of us on campus would gladly have him," Bora swooned. You looked down at your phone, yet another text message from your shitty ex-boyfriend.

"Y/n you should sleep with him," Bora joked, "Since you're both newly single and you'll be a good shoulder for him to cry on."

"Thanks but I like guys my own age and I’m pretty sure being his student already complicates things enough," you said absentmindedly before reading over the newest text. It's been at least two weeks and he still hasn't quit trying to gaslight you. It was ridiculous and so damn tiring. Your professor was right, you had to focus on art and this was only a distraction. You'll have to stay over time tomorrow because he hasn't left you alone today.

namjoon: I srsly don't get y you're still ignoring me

namjoon: you kno I'd never do something to hurt u

One of the best parts about being an art student who has finished their prerequisites is that now you can really just focus on your work. So you'd basically go to one or two art classes and then you would go and work on your art. Bora was right when she said he was your mentor and it was in fact pretty exclusive.

You sold a painting last year in the Spring Art Exhibit for the university and Professor Kim became a lot more helpful. Despite his young age he had great connections in the art world from financers to auctioneers and museums. He helped proficient students participate in more exhibits and some art auctions where they could be noticed for their work and now you're one of them. Obviously he could be strict but it's because he saw potential in you and you definitely did not want to disappoint him. That's why you've spent majority of your day here well into the evening. You did have to work later but it would be open for at least another hour and that's enough time to adjust some color blocking. The sunset was long gone and you’ve barely been twenty minutes into your groove when someone else entered the studio.

You lowered the music coming from your speaker immediately at the sight of your teacher. He looked at you for a moment before continuing his walk to his desk. You tried going back to your work but now all you could think about is how dumb you were for not noticing he was divorced even if it didn’t matter to you at all. He was fishing some black portfolio out of a drawer as he spoke, "A custodian should be by soon to mop the floors and lock the room. You'll probably want to leave soon."

"Yes, I’ll start cleaning up now," you sighed as you looked at the very little work you got done. You could obviously try and work on it at home but that was too distracting. Your apartment was small and filled with distractions and there wasn't enough room for your things. It was a three canvas piece and with the easel and all your paints, brushes, palettes, and sketches spread out on the floor there's no room. At least here you had places to lock it up in. It got awkward again as you cleaned up your space and he did something at his desk. So, awkwardly, you tried to fill the silence, "Any plans this weekend, sir?"

"Nothing too interesting," he said seriously as he shuffled through some documents to find something, "Probably nothing like what all of you get up to on the weekend."

You assumed he was talking about college students. You went to one of those Universities that was extremely popular for producing majority of the well-paid lawyers, athletes, engineers, actors, musicians and artists. The student succession rate was high and yet every weekend every college student was out there getting completely shitfaced because of stress. You shrugged, "Well mine’s not interesting either, I have to work all weekend."

You doubt he cares at all but you said it anyway. Mr. Kim left shortly after with a quick goodbye and you rushed to catch the bus.

Taehyung's weekend didn't completely start till Saturday night. His Friday night was filled with directing a new upcoming event happening. The exhibit is in a month and Taehyung's been stuck calling buyers and businesses for confirmation in their attendances. It was really a large charity event where large corporations get publicity and popularity from but a lot of the students who have managed to put their name out there are pretty well known in the art world. Many have gone on to create their exhibitions and events for their art and have had large commissions. The school did a really good job at providing their students with advantages in their careers and Taehyung was pretty proud to be helping his art major students. Of course it was stressing but it was an honor at his age. Obviously it helped that his parents were well known art curators and have worked with foreign and home artists for years. The only thing that was hard is how much work it really was and with the shitty year he's had he needs a break.

"It's been a year Taehyung, nobody's telling you to find another wife," his best friend Jimin said as him and his two friends sat at the counter of some lounge bar. "We're just saying you should at least have post-divorce sex with some random chick and let off some steam. It's a Saturday night, I say we hit up some night club after this."

"No thanks, I'm not in the mood to be shoved around by drunk college kids," Yoongi cut in as he read over the drink menu as the bartender showed up. He gave his drink order first putting the attention on Taehying and Jimin making him look up. His mouth opened slightly in surprise at the sight before him.

You managed to hide your surprise at actually seeing your teacher outside of campus but you were working and he was with friends. He was the one to stumble over his words when he gave you his drink order. Jimin smirked evilly when you turned to make the drinks at the way Taehyung was acting. You wore a black skirt and fitted black top with your hair and make up done.

"Well well well," Jimin whispered to the other two, "I guess I don't need to force you on blind dates. You can chat up the bartender."

"It was pretty awkward hearing you try and talk to her," Yoongi added in making Taehyung shake his head in disagreement. Still, he continued, "No, I—she’s my—she’s too young.”

"Taehyung, look at your gorgeous face, I doubt it matters, plus you’re a college professor! You’ve got a PhD, you’re well off, you’re artistic! It's no wonder everyone throws themselves at you, so go at it," Jimin said making Taehyung laugh, "Do you have a crush on me Chimmy?"

"Of course, I'm one of those college girls of yours who join your lectures just to for you to notice them," Jimin joked shaking his head, "And yet Jihyun is the one who cheated and not you."

"Way to bring that up," Yoongi hit him letting them conversation drop as you came back with the drinks taking their money, Taehyung looked after you. Did you work every weekend? He didn't expect you to be the type to work here. He doesn't usually pay attention to his students aside from during his teachings but you were obviously a different story along with all of his advanced students. He was your mentor and you spent a lot of time in the art studio. You mostly kept to yourself and did your work. He usually saw you stressed out but the other day was the first time in two years that you just walked out of his class. It was hard juggling the art piece from the Spring Art Exhibit and the final for their realism class but that's life and you leaving was so out of character to him.

It was still weird to see you give up that day. He obviously didn't know how you acted outside of the art department but he really was surprised especially considering the way you were dressed. He also didn't know you were the type to be friends with muscular men covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Holy shit that really is your professor," Jungkook whispered to you as he wiped the inside of some shot glasses. You and him stood at the other end of the bar gossiping. Jungkook smirked, "This is a sign, you should sleep with him."

"Do you ever think about something other than sex?" "Not really."

“Alright well focus on your own sex life and not mine. I just dumped Namjoon like three weeks ago," you complained, "Plus I'm pretty sure there's a rule against student and staff relations."

"Alright but you're 21 and he's like 30 so legally..." Jungkook trailed off giving you enough time to cut in. You sighed, "Just stop."

After some time you did circle back to the group of men and took more drink orders. While you were there one of them excused themselves to the restroom and the other got a call. In the end, Taehyung was the only one left. You found yourself stalling as you wiped your side of the lowered counter in front of him.

"I'm off," Jungkook came by patting your shoulder, "Want me to wait for you?" You shook your head at him, "No, I have to close remember?"

"Alright well call me if you change your mind," then he reached out and flicked your forehead, "See ya, Ugly."

You rolled your eyes swatting his hand away as your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He's such an asshole. Taehyung didn't say anything for a second and then said, "So this is where you go after the studio?"

"On the weekends yeah," you said biting your lip nervously, "Also sorry if I seemed disrespectful but you're out with your friends and I didn't want to interrupt."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not offended I was just surprised. You're the first student I've seen outside of school-related events," he confessed with a small smile. From what he saw of you with that guy you definitely seemed outgoing. You seemed playful and maybe a little sarcastic but when he sees you in the studio you’re serious. When you talk to him it seems like you're always on edge and he still wanted to know what made you walk out the other day. Sensing another wave of awkwardness coming between you two you took a glass in your hand, "How about a drink? On the house."

"That's alright, I can pay—" "Sir, it's just one drink it'll be fine," you waved him off already mixing it before handing it to him, "You seem stressed."

Your fingertips touched his on accident as he took the drink. Your eyes locked once more before you were backing away to help some people on the other end. Taehyung has never looked at any of his students sexually but obviously he'd never been blind to the attractive ones. He'd been married for five years and he was loyal unlike his ex wife. Plus, he knew the position he was in and what it'd do to his career if he ever got involved with a student so the thought never came to mind. Right now though, he's having a hard time seeing you as a student and not just someone from the bar. Thankfully, his friends returned to him just as you caught him staring again.

Bora would be losing her shit over your small interaction with your professor. He was so unbelievably attractive and to see him in a setting like this made you want to do very bad things with him. Maybe their jokes about using your Professor for rebound sex was getting to your head. Obviously your friends never meant anything serious by that but wow did that seem do-able right now, especially considering the fact that he keeps staring at you.

"Come on Taehyung, let's go clubbing, I haven't gone in a while," Jimin begged him turning to Yoongi, "You too, let's go."

"Nah man, I'm not cut out for that anymore. I’m older than the two of you," Yoongi reminded making Jimin roll his eyes. He pulled on Taehyung's arm, "Let's go get you laid."

"Shut up, I'm not going, why don't you go? You don't need us," Taehyung told him. Jimin huffed gathering his things, "Fine. I will."

They waved him off watching him leave until it was just the other two. Yoongi sighed, "I should probably head home before Jieun comes to get me herself. It was nice drinking with you though, call me if you need anything."

Taehyung knows that he should just head out too. His two friends just left and he's got no reason to still be at the bar but he waited for you to come back and clean up their glasses.

"Your friends left already?" You asked him wiping at the counter.

"Uh yeah, I think I need to sober up before I head out though," he cleared his throat nervously, "Can I get a water?"

"Of course," you left for a second to fill it before coming back. You set the glass down in front of him stalling a little before asking, "I don't know if this is inappropriate or anything but are you alright sir? I, uh, I actually just realized you're not wearing your ring anymore."

His breath hitched for a second. He'll be a year since his divorce in two months and you've just now noticed? Well he doesn't expect his students to notice a small detail but still felt weird to hear it. He nodded in acknowledgment to your question, "It's alright, but yes, I'm not wearing my ring anymore. I had a divorce last summer."

"Wow," you said absentmindedly, "Well I hope you're doing well. I know this isn't all that similar but I actually just recently ended a relationship too."

"Oh?" Taehyung questioned with peaked interest. The nagging part in his brain was telling him to go before he got too curious about his student's personal life, "Is everything alright with you then?"

"Yeah it's fine," you shrugged leaving for a second to help someone else. Taehyung still waited even if he knew it was his chance to return to his empty home. When you came back he rushed to question you, "So, what made the two of you end it? Was he someone you were with since high school?"

"God no, we'd only been dating a few months but he still cheated," you blurted out, the topic still annoying you, "I mean, you know, some people just aren't worth it."

"He cheated on you?" Taehyung asked looking you up and down without much thought. He might be crossing the line with the next thing he says. You nodded no longer caring about keeping this to yourself, "With one of my closest friends actually. Safe to say I don't talk to either of them anymore."

"You're beautiful."

You froze. His words were mumbled behind his hand as he looked away from you, "I mean... you seem like a great person and I don't see why anyone would ever choose someone else over you." You didn't say anything for a moment before nodding your head, "Well I could say the same for you Mr. Kim."

Ah, so even if you just found out he was divorced clearly you’ve heard the rumors. It was embarrassing that his students and others knew what happened. The conversation changed after that. He asked about your progress and you went into detail about your work. He nodded listening, "Well maybe I could offer some guidance after class."

"I'd really appreciate that, and once again I'm sorry for walking out of class the other day," you bit your lip nervously and it had Taehyung doing the same. Stop, Y/n's your student and is at least nine years younger than you, he told himself.

His breath hitched as he tried to push his thoughts away before something bad happened. The two of you talked for another hour or two, before you knew it the bar was supposed to close soon as it was past midnight. Taehyung noticed the a sense of all other customers with a sense of dread, he'd have to leave now. He actually enjoyed talking to you, he's never connected with his students but you were easy to talk to. Obviously that was already inappropriate and he should just forget all of this but it was hard. He liked having someone to listen even if it weren't his close friends. He sighed as he stood, "So, you're closing soon?"

He was setting some cash down on the counter, a good tip that you tried to refuse. You nodded, "Yeah, I've gotta do some cleaning up unfortunately."

"How do you get home? You ride the bus?" He asked playing with his keys. You pushed some hair behind your ears, "No actually I'll probably have to call a cab since it's so late."

"Nonsense, if you're up for it I can give you a lift," Taehyung offered up before he could even process what he was saying, "I mean, I don't know how comfortable I'd feel letting you get in a stranger's car this late at night when I can wait for you. Unless you think that's inappropriate." It was.

You nodded, "I mean, if you don't mind waiting..." "I don't," Taehyung rushed to say, "I'll bring my car around to the front and wait for you alright? It gives me a chance to sober up some more anyway. You've got my number right?"

You did since he was your mentor. A lot of you students who were in advanced classes had his number since you all had a group chat. Taehyung would be lying if he said he hasn't had female students in the past be a little too suggestive in his messages but he always shut it down right away. The only reason he wanted to take you home tonight is because he actually enjoyed talking with you. He hadn't spoken with a woman this much in a long time unless it was school or work related. He's shot down every one of Jimin's offers to set him up with someone and when they'd go out drinking Taehyung was never interested in hooking up with strangers.

When you got in his car he passed you his jacket to drape over your legs and you thanked him, "Thank you so much, cabs are so expensive."

"Yeah, I bet they are, just tell me when to turn, alright?" Taehyung said as he pulled onto the street heading down the direction you pointed to. Your phone sat on your lap ringing and you didn't hang up or answered. If you hung up he'd just keep calling and calling.

He looked down at your phone before shifting his eyes back on the road, hand adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, "Do you need to answer that?"

"Huh? No it's just my ex," you told him honestly staring out the window, "He's still bothering me all the time."

"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement as you pointed at what street to turn down, "He's still trying even after sleeping with your former friend?"

"Yeah, he thinks apologizing over and over again is gonna change my mind," you said with a shrug, "But that's done with thankfully. Don't you feel that way? Happy it's over?"

He waited a moment trying to think it over. Is this conversation with you wrong? Well in reality, getting you in his car this late at night is wrong. Thinking about how your perfume filled his car with a soft floral scent. Plus you were pretty, he'd thought that the other day too when he caught you in the studio so late. Your hair had been pinned back and your smock was covered in paint along with your hands. He had found himself stalling his mission that night before rushing home once he realized it.

"Um, I am happy it's over but it was also a ten year relationship that she threw away for one night," Taehyung said to you, "I'm happy it's over but it still upsets me. Sorry, maybe we shouldn't be talking about this?"

"Of course I'm so sorry Mr. Kim," you said turning away from him, "Um it's just up the street. The building with a gate."

He nodded driving forward. He was about to know where one of his student's lives. But why didn't he want to drop you off now? When he pulled up to the side of the building still a little hidden under the night sky he turned to you. Should he walk you up to make sure you get u wide safely or would that be taking it too far?

Maybe you were crazy or maybe your friends really got to your head because you did not want to leave. Obviously before you thought he was just your hot, married professor but now? After spending over an hour just talking to him and then him dropping you off home was messing with your head. Plus, you went through very similar experiences and he had to be at least a little into you to go out of his way to wait for you to take you home. Obviously it was wrong since he was your professor but in reality the age part didn't matter. Sure, you've always said you like guys your age but just look at Kim Taehyung.

So yeah, you were taking your sweet time unbuckling yourself and giving him his jacket back. He didn't say anything watching you sit up trying to get your things and for some reason he really did not want you to go. What he hadn't expected was the look in your eyes when you caught him staring again. This was wrong. He had to stop looking at you like that. He was nine years older than you and your college professor.

But then, you surprised him when you reached over the middle console. He didn't even have to think about what was going on when his hand was on your jaw pulling you closer until your lips met. He released a soft groan into your mouth letting his tongue lick along your lower lip until you gave him room to explore your mouth.

You were so eager, a hand on his thigh to keep yourself up as he tongue kissed you. He should not be doing this, he knows he shouldn't but it's been so long since he's had anyone's hands on him but his own. He did not sleep around and he was acting out of character with you but in this moment he just needed to have you. The nagging feeling was still in the back of his head though.

You trailed wet kisses down his jaw, kissing along his neck arching your back into him. He couldn't stop the slide of his hand over the back of your skirt, groping a little at your butt as he reached over to touch you too. Even then he just had to speak, "This is wro—ng, you're my student."

You're not completely sure what came over you in the car but at the moment you did not care. Your hand slid closer to his inner thighs making his muscles tense. You were getting a little too close to his groin now as you kissed him shutting him up. He kissed back hungrily despite his words and then your hand was running over his middle. You sighed into his lips, "Nobody has to know, just tonight."

Taehyung didn't put up much of a fight after that. He let you unzip his jeans and button. His hand was at your throat pulling you into him while his other hand trailed down your back. Your short skirt was a little too tempting to reach out and touch. He licked his lips when you kissed down the middle of his collarbone where the top buttons of his shirt were undone. With the first grade of your hand palming at his growing erection he groped at your butt in the skirt. He nodded with a lick of his lips, "Just tonight."

He couldn't stop the deep moan that he released when your hand dipped into his briefs. He was sporting a semi but with the first touch of your hand on his hardening cock. You still hadn't even looked down to notice he was thick and long. He felt heavy in your hand as you palmed over him, too dry to feel good so you brought your hand up. You held it to his chin and with his eyes locked on yours he spit into it watching you do the same before bringing it back down to his member. He jumped at the first feel of the slick grip you had on him now creating a wet slide around him. He was panting, it'd been way too long since the last time someone else touched him.

Also, it helped that it was past midnight and how far was well tinted so you couldn't see anything from the outside. The car wasn't even on anymore. His hips met your hand's efforts to jerk him off, moaning into your mouth as he grabbed a handful of ass. After some time you pulled away from him making sure to pull on his lips as you backed off watching him try and chase after you. He watched through lust filled eyes as you shunned further toward your door backing your butt up so you could lean over the middle console until you were face to face with his slick cock. He bit his lip in anticipation, no longer thinking about how wrong this was the second your tongue licked up a fat stripe up the length of his member.

"Is this alright, sir?" You asked holding his cock in a loose fist while you left soft kisses on his mushroom tip. Your tongue poked at the vein on his underside, rounded innocent eyes staring at him that he knew were anything but innocent. He'd never been with anyone this young, he'd never even thought about this before he'd been married for five years and dating for another four or five. She'd been the last women he was ever with and his relationships prior to her hadn't meant anything. Yet, here he was enjoying the warm tight feel of your mouth on him that had him forgetting everything wrong with this.

He licked his lips, "Y-Yes, but call me Taehyung." He liked hearing you call him sir too damn much but considering all his students call him that he couldn't think about it right now.

"Alright Taehyung," you leaned up to peck his lips in a quick kiss that had him craving more. Then you flashed him a mischievous smile before coming back down to his member, "I'm gonna suck your dick now."

Taehyung shudders out another velvety groan as your lips finally wrapped around his whole tip. Hips rise off the leather seat to meet your mouth hoping to get himself deeper. Wet warmth around his length and he's gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles whiten. You're far from gentle. The flick of your tongue over a thick vein before lapping at the slit on his head with every bob. The gentle suck of the tip. You've never found so much pleasure from sucking a man's cock before, but then came your hot Professor. Nine years older than you, too young to be divorced, and the man he taught you about art all week. None of that matters though when it comes to the deep growls and husky moans he releases as a hand plays with the end of your panties. A thing paid of things he had to pull out your underwear, fingers running over your covered slit.

Taehyung had decided the moment you reached into his jeans that he wanted to fuck his student. He wanted to let out all his pent up sexual frustration on his pretty little student who was just so eager to take his cock in their mouth. Who would've known he would've broken his head long dry spell for some college pussy. He brought his hand back from your underwear sticking his fingers into his mouth to lather them in spit.

He groaned when he hit the back of your throat relishing in the tightness of your mouth as he slid his hand to your head again, pulling the poor excuse for underwear to let his finger run down your slit toward your clit. You were so fucking wet, stupid wet actually and it only turned him on more.

His finger brushed roughly against your skin, a moan escaping your throat that sent vibrations around his dick. Taehyung toyed with your clit feeling more slick being produced by his touch. It was so fucking hot. The sec with his wife had gotten boring and repetitive over the years but this felt new and exciting. You were attractive to him from your looks to your art work and it was all hitting him at once.

"That's it sweetheart, take it all in your mouth," Taehyung panted stopping his motions, but pressing down against your clit. Your head began to bob harshly now, sucking him into your mouth while your hand stroked whatever didn't felt. He was feeling close but with how tight you felt, he needed to stretch you.

Taehyung hummed, rubbing circles around your cunt, his thumb gently massaging your clit. "Am I making you this wet baby? Should I punish you for it?"

You moaned and whined as Taehyung's fingers slammed into you, while rubbing your clit. You caught him by surprise when you bounced your hips forcing his finger in and out of your cunt at a speed you wanted and it made him groan deep in his chest.

He didn't stop fucking your throat as you fucked yourself on his finger giving him time to push another in too. He wished he could see this from an outside point of you. This thirty year old man getting his dick milked dry by a hot twenty one year old art student of his while he stuck his fingers into their tight pussy. He was so close, honestly surprised he'd been holding off this long. When his fingers began to feel your walls relax around him he knew you were ready for him now.

"Think you can ride my cock sweetheart?" He asked brushing your hair out of your face as you slobbered all over his member. You didn't need to be asked twice as you popped off him feelings his fingers toy with your folds but no longer fingering you. He pushed his seat back to give you more room before reclining his seat back. He guided you over his lap watching as you didn't waste a second in lining himself up with your wet pussy.

"I'm on the pill sir," you said calling him that name again that had his cock twitching. He nodded pulling you in for another kiss as his hands found your waist sinking you down his length. You moaned into each other's mouths. You slowly raised your hips and sunk back down on him, and he tightened his grip on your throat just slightly pulling you away from the kiss. Your face pressed against each others in breathy moans of want as he began to bounce you on his cock while bucking his hips.

It had been awhile for the both of you, though he knows you probably hadn't waited as long as him. He'd been dry since his divorce while you just broke up with tour boyfriend weeks ago. He had a feeling you were always eager like this for sex, and you clearly knew what you were doing with your mouth too and it was just so hot. He was kneading your ass as your head rested on the crook of his neck. He was so close but he was trying to hold off for you. He resort to talking, "This is wrong, y'know?"

Even then he said it with a buck of his hips loving the way your plump wet walls felt around him, "Only bad girls jump on their teacher's cocks."

"Mm," you whined teasingly as you sucked love bites into his collarbone, "You gonna punish me sir?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned when your walls clenched around him intentionally, "Call me Taehyung, love."

"Taehyung," you moaned into his mouth moving onto a quick grind of your heads into each other, "I'm gonna cu—"

"Do it, do it now, fuck Y/n," he held you tighter getting a little rougher now as he reached up for the handlebar on the roof of the car and used it for leverage as he forced his hips off the seat to push more into you. With the new force you weren't lasting long, your release hit you like a tsunami making you shake around him as he held your chest against his. He didn't stop thrusting though, trying to get himself as close to orgasm before he had to pull out of your tight walls as they twitched around him.

You let him raise you off his cock as you sat back down in your seat adjusting your underwear that had been pulled to the side this entire time. You reached across him with a hand jerking him off using your own release as lube and he was fucking into your hand forcing your mouth back on his. With a low grunt and a shake of his hands, he was cumming. Thick drops of creamy cum fell around your hand like a flood. You didn't think much about it as you pulled away from his lips to cover his cock in your mouth licking him clean as best as you could.

After some time you moved off him awkwardly pulling your hair out of your face as you cleared your throat. He tucked himself back in nervously as he adjusted his seat back up looking at his disheveled reflection. He couldn't even look at you, not because he didn't want to stare at your beauty but because it really was wrong. He was your college professor for fuck's same. It didn't matter his strong attraction toward you. What mattered is that he was in a place of authority and could easily lose his job and probably ruin your reputation. He couldn't do that to you but he really wanted you.

"I should probably head inside now," you said shyly as you grabbed your bag opening the door. Taehyung didn't say anything nodding his head watching you leave. He hated the fact that he looked at the length of your legs as you left. It wasn't right.

By Monday morning Taehyung wasn't sure what to think anymore. After the crazy night with you on Saturday it was all he could think about on Sunday. He met up with his friends for brunch and he couldn't help but rant. It didn't do him any favors that they knew something was wrong with him since the beginning. He ended up being honest and telling them that the bartender was his student and that they hooked up in his car.

At first they had been extremely confused by it all but Taehyung already felt guilty on his own as it was, he didn't need them making him feel worse. He expected them to slap him or tell him that he should never do it again. But they didn't say that. Instead they filled his head with possibilities that should never even be thought off.

"In reality you two are adults and didn't you say she's a third year? She'll graduate in a year so really there's nothing wrong with it," Jimin tried reasoning, "She wanted to do it right? Look, I'm just happy you got your dick wet. We both know it's been way too long, plus nobody is saying you have to keep seeing your student. It was just a one night hiccup."

He had to tell himself over and over again that it was just one night. He was thankful that when you walked into class you were in the middle of a discussion when another girl from the class. The two of you were talking so much you merely walked past his desk without a stolen glance. Good, it seemed like you had no intention on more. Great. Amazing. It was the right thing.

Today a male model would be brought in for you all to paint. He had a sheet draped over his intimates and once the assignment was started you put all your focus on it. You were supposed to use him to sketch a person and then use your own art style to tell a story. You tried not looking to your professor in case he felt awkward about Saturday. You kind of did.

Mostly because you could still feel his lips on yours and it made you nervous. You spent all of Sunday in your room trying not to freak out but you just felt so stupid. It felt unbelievably good for him but you knew it wasn't right.

"I swear to god these stupid fingers are pissing me off," your friend Yuna whined as she had to erase more charcoal. Neither one of you noticed the professor making his rounds to check on all the sketches down so far.

"Think about which perspective you're using and the proportion of his hands where he has them placed," Mr. Kim told her pointing to areas that seemed off. You could feel your heart race when he made his move to you next. He was hesitant at first to speak to you, just standing behind your stool watching your sketch and he only stepped closer when he had advice.

"Pay a little more attention to the line of his body, focus on proportions too and use more shadowing,” he said pointing at spots in your painting. It felt like he was too close but neither one of you were actually bothered by it. In the mix of slight regret there was also this strong wanting for a recreation of that night. Neither one of you would actually go for it though. Right? Not again?

He looked down to make sure you were listening, your eyes lcking for a moment before you both looked away nervously at the realization of your proximity. He didn't notice the way his tongue ran over his lips before biting down on his bottom one in remembrance. You're wearing the perfume from the other night.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung looked away from you standing straight again, "But other than that it looks like you have more done than others, thank you for focusing better today."

"Of course sir," you said absentmindedly looking back to your sketch too. It took him a second to move away. He'd never felt so damn embarrassed at the fact that he had to focus so hard on not getting turned on and breaking a sweat. This is exactly why he asked you to call him Taehyung only but of course you would slip up since you were used to referring to him with the honorific. But right now he could only think about what you'd said to him that faithful night.

"You gonna punish me sir?"

Looking down at you nobody would ever guess you'd say something like that but he knew you did. He heard you say it and he really liked it—

"Sir do you mind taking a look at mine?" A student asked snapping him out of his thoughts. He had to look around to find where he was still a couple feet behind. He didn't bother responding as he started working that way not noticing the way your eyes followed after him making you smudge a mark across your paper. With a small annoyed huff you worked on cleaning it up again.

After class you were one of the last to leave the room. You've been thinking about him nonstop but because of the positions you're in, you shouldn't. But in reality, you were two adults who happened to have sex. There was a sense of sexual attraction and honestly, hooking up with someone other than your ex definitely did something to you. Considering the fact that he definitely seemed affected by your presence in class, you found yourself staying another late evening at the studio making sure Taehyung saw you the next time he passed by the room.

He did see you again a couple hours later. He was locking up his classroom ready to leave at the end of the day finding you through the door's window. His steps faltered, head turning as he looked at his surroundings. Then, he was pushing the door open letting himself into the studio. The other side of the room was all glass windows since it face the courtyard but it was dark out there. In the room all the lights were off too minus a lamp by your table and a light above the sink.

You turned instantly with the sound of the door finding him standing by it. He ran his fingers through his hair that had been casually combed back. His other hand was stuffed in the pocket of his corduroy slacks with his tote bag hanging off his shoulder. He licked his lips nervously, "I just came to let you know that the custodian will be around."

"Thank you for the reminder sir," you said with your back to him to hide a playful smile, "Or is it Taehyung? I forgot."

His breath hitched as he stared at you from across the room. You turned to look at him, the lamp above your head creating a shadow in your facial feature but appearing like a spotlight only for you. It made him feel further into the shadow at the corner he stood. He really wanted you, but it just didn't feel like he should. He was your mentor. He was nine years older. You were a college student and he was your teacher. It definitely wasn't right. But he was just so attracted to you in this moment.

"Well it depends on what we're doing," he answered absentmindedly realizing a second too late his response was flirty. He had no reason to be in the studio at this moment but he made up an excuse to go in anyway just because he wanted to see you again.

When you finished cleaning up you were walking toward him. He looked down at you through a hazy gaze as you reached for the door handle pulling it open. Taehyung simply followed behind calmly as you spoke, "Did you have a good weekend?"

His pace slowed for a second trying to unravel your question and the subtle approach you took. He's quickly realizing you're a bit promiscuous. Your nonchalant hints of something more that only he could understand but everyone else thought nothing of it. You were a tease but you hid it so well. He thought for a moment about how to word his response, "My weekend was great, and yours?"

"Oh it was really fun," you answered as the two of you walked down the path through the courtyard, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Mhm," Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment looking around again to see if anyone was around, "I can imagine what that's like. Hopefully you have more like it."

Your eyes met in a side glance as the split in the sidewalk separating the parking lot from your bus stop. He played with his keys like he did the night at the lounge bar, "Going to wait for a bus?"

"That's the plan unfortunately, unless someone were to come around and take me home," you said with a shrug looking away from him the further you walked down your split sidewalks. Teahyungs voice the further he got from you, "I'm sure someone would love to drive you home."

So you said your farewells and you sat at the bus stop nervously. Maybe you were a little too obvious with you felt and he was probably worried. He most likely regretted getting involved with you.

Of course that was the opposite. He knew he shouldn't but really it was because of the university. Aside from that there was nothing wrong with being attracted to someone younger. You were both adults. That's why he was rushing to his car pulling out of the driveway and going around the corner to the bus stop. He waited a few yards back from the bus stop flashing his emergency lights at you and in an instant you were up and walking to the car. He rolled the window down flashing you a smile as you opened the door.

He did end up giving you a lift but it wasn't to your apartment, it was to his.

"I don't know if I'm going crazy, but I've got this feeling that you're seeing someone," Jungkook told you with narrowed eyes. He was currently walking you to your class before going home. He always had shorter days than you and Bora since he worked in the afternoon but he always hung out with you two.

"I'm not seeing anyone," you told him simply as the two of you walked along the sidewalk. Jungkook just hummed in acknowledgment as he carried your canvas for you.

"Yeah, sure you aren't," Jungkook responded, "You don't have to tell me if it's supposed to be a secret. Is it supposed to be a secret? Oh my god are you dating someone in a relationship?"

"Why would I become a homewrecker when I've been cheated on?" You asked him clearly displeased with his assumption. He shrugged staring down the hall to the studio, "I'm just curious why you're keeping it on the low. Is he like, not someone you should be with?"

"I'm pretty sure I told you I'm not seeing anyone," you responded back to him entering your classroom. Taehyung was standing at his desk watching everyone walk in when he noticed the same tatted guy helping you with your canvas.

"Jungkook! Hey man, what are you doing here?" One of the other students called out to him. It was Seungjin, he was in your department and you knew each other better through Jungkook. Occasionally you'd talk but not always. He came over to where you and Jungkook were to talk as you got all your things settled.

Taehyung found you standing in the middle of two guys smiling over whatever they said watching the one with tattoos pull you into his side. Technically, class hasn't started but he can't stand the sight. Just a couple days ago you were wrapped in your professor's bedsheets sleeping soundly next to him. Now you're here with two guys your own age who were making you smile and laugh.

He shouldn't be surprised you had a lot of male friends. You were clearly well known around campus and people always approached you during class. Even at your job he found all the guys behind the counter trying to impress you with whatever. Even Jimin and Yoongi commented on your looks so really, this was normal. You had a boyfriend before of six months who cheated on you—which Taehyung would never understand why—but you also told him about other past relationships. Taehyung felt like he was different than your usual type and though he could say the same about you, right now he's getting annoyed.

He smiled down at the papers on his desk but it was anything but genuine. It was a forced smile to remind himself it was alright. It's not like you two could be forward with what's happening, not until you at least graduate next spring. As his class began to fill he finally had the nerve to approach you. If he could just get any guy your age away from you that'd be great. He was 30, he couldn't compete with all the college guys who surrounded you, had the same energy as you, got the same references. Taehyung's a millennial for Christ's sake, you're a Gen Z.

He made his round toward you well calculated. He greeted other students along the way to seem natural before he zoned in on where you were. He got close enough just in time to hear his student, Seungjin, speak, "Let's go drinking tonight, bring Hoseok with too. He hasn't been around in a while."

"Alright so us three and Hoseok? Should I tell Bora too?" Jungkook asked.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you can continue this conversation outside of the art room," Taehyung's voice was bitter. He didn't want you going out with three guys tonight. He wants to order pizza for the two of you while you go into detail about your art piece for the Spring exhibition at your place. It was definitely a college student's place. He only went in the morning he dropped you off home after spending the night with him. You invited him in for a drink and he was too curious to say no.

Compared to his neat, bachelor pad, yours was chaotic. His place was clean, dark, and modern. Yours was ecliptic, slightly unorganized with paints and brushes everywhere. Thick woven throw blankets and patterned pillows. Hanging plants that were halfway between dying and thriving. You had vinyls piled in a corner with books. You had colored LED lamps, it was basically like a hippie fest at your place. He liked it though, compared to his place yours was warm and welcoming. He liked that he could see little pieces of you everywhere he turned.

When he first moved into his own place it felt cold. He never lived on his own like that. From his childhood when he lived with his family to college when he lived with roommates and finally when he lived with his ex wife.

Jungkook looked up at your professor who seemed slightly out of focus staring at your canvas. Jungkook's never gotten an up close look at him but Bora was right, he was an attractive guy and you seemed slightly awkward now that he was here. He looked between you two, his best friend senses tingling when he watched the way Taehyung bit into his lower lip when you brushed your fingers through your hair. Seungjin was too busy apologizing to the man telling him they'll get right to work.

"Sorry Professor Kim, I'll get going now," Jungkook said warily as he went and shoved your head to the side playfully, "Am I picking you up after?"

Before you could respond Taehyung was cutting in, "Actually I've asked miss Y/n to stay behind, we've got some discussing to do about her piece for the Spring Art Exhibit."

Obviously he hadn't but you didn't even dare to deny his claims looking to Jungkook, "I'll text you, go, you're interrupting class time."

"Once again, I apologize sir, I'll be leaving now," Taehyung had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he nodded. Jungkook bowed respectfully before turning around to leave, glancing back at you two to catch your Professor glaring at Seungjin who was pulling his things closer to you.

Jackpot, Jungkook thought when his eyes caught sight of a small purple bruise peaking out from under the collar of the professor's shirt. He was clearly seeing someone too and Jungkook's curious to know who.

Taehyung returned to the front of the room after continuing his round around his students and started his lecture on surrealism. Seungjin sat next to you now that he'd been talking to you and Jungkook and you didn't mind. You'd hung out with him a few times outside of class and he was fun to be around. Still though, you couldn't focus on what he would say when you were so focused on Taehyung.

Had he been jealous because of them? Or was he annoyed that you were delaying class time? After class would he keep you around to tell you, 'Just because we're having sex doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my class' or was that just an excuse so Jungkook wouldn't be able to pick you up?

"Sir if it's alright with you, I'd like to discuss my work for the exhibit too," another student pointed out at the end of class. Taehyung huffed in annoyance as he looked up to find you waiting as well. You looked away, "I could always come after my last class? That way you two could discuss privately?"

He tried hiding his smile. Obviously he wanted you alone, not with another student there so he nodded in agreement watching you leave. He had to work on keeping things lowkey. You're way better at it than he is. To be fair he's been out of the game for ten years and he never had to keep a relationship a secret before.

"Perfect! I was just coming to find you, are you coming with Jungkook and I to find costumes for the party this weekend?" Bora asked once you'd left the classroom.

"What party?" You asked confused. She gasped dramatically, "The costume party! Halloween in Spring, as Hobi calls it. Jungkook's waiting by the gate."

"I've still got one more class and then I've gotta meet Professor Kim and talk about the Spring Exhibit," you told her.

Bora laughed, "Yeah you should have your discussion while riding his face."

"What?" You sounded on edge and it only made Bora laugh harder.

"I'm kidding obviously, but I'd gladly sit on his face," Bora said with a shrug, "Alrighty then, text me later and I can go shopping with you tomorrow if you don't have time today. Jungkook and I are just going to get an idea before we meet up with the others tonight for drinks."

"K, bye love you," you waved her goodbye as you went to your last class for the day. You couldn't focus on it though, not when you kept thinking about Taehyung. That's why the second it was over you were rushing over to his room.

Luckily there was no one around when you let yourself in and he barely gave you a glance before pointing to a box of painting palettes, "Mind helping carry those to the storage room?"

You nodded taking the box as he took another one before walking you to the back of the room. He opened the door to storage room and let you in first looking around through the windows to make sure nobody was watching. Then, he entered closing the two of you in as you set the boxes down. The second he turned to you, you were jumping in his arms. Taehyung's hands went to your waist holding you up as your lips met in a hungry kiss that had him groaning in want.

After some time kissing like that he set you back down but his arms didn't leave your waist keeping you close. He looked down at you, "What are you doing this weekend? Let's go out of town."

You made a pout that had his eyes rounding in curiosity and anticipation searching yours for answers. You looked down hugging around his middle section, "My friend's throwing this costume party on Saturday and everyone I know is going. If I don't go they're going to get suspicion."

"Well just tell them you'll be seeing someone but you're keeping it private," he said hopefully squeezing you in his hold a little more. You just fit so perfectly in his arms despite the taboo of it all.

"I've tried but they won't quit. Trust me, once Jungkook and Bora get suspicious that's a wrap. Jungkook is like a ducking detective when it comes to other people's business," you explained watching the way his jaw clenched as he looked away from you sadly. You rested your head on him, "What about next weekend? Are you free then?"

"I'm free, I can make reservations now," Taehyung said biting his lip, "Alright I'll go out first, make sure the coast is clear."

You nodded watching him turn to the door before stopping to look back at you, "Since I can't spend the weekend with you, maybe you can give me tonight? We can order in, watch a movie..." He seemed strangely nervous as he spoke.

Jungkook and Seungjin did make dinner plans tonight but you didn't care much about that. You'd rather get laid and spend the night with a guy who interests you. You don't want to jump into things so quickly because you could easily get hurt. It didn't change the fact that you felt safe and comfortable with him. Even when you just saw him as a mentor, yeah he could be strict but he was also very good at consolation. He'd constantly tell you how talented you were and that you shouldn't forget that even when you're feeling down.

Then obviously you're getting closer to him so it's not bad to want to spend time together. Were you dating? Not that you know of? Would you consider him to be the only man you're sleeping with? Yes. Could say that same about him to you? Probably? He didn't seem like the type to mess around with just anyone and you've been talking on the phone on nights you can't see each other.

"Then, should I wait for you down the street?" You asked once he signed that the coast was clear. You both left the room stalling as you got to the door.

"Of course, make sure you do your school work too."

"Yes sir, I'll work on it tonight," you said as the two of you stood outside now. He bit his lip to hide a smile, "Well have a good night."

"You two, thank you," you said your goodbyes as you walked in opposite directions. Then, like a constant cycle, he was picking you up in his car.

On Friday night you spent the night at Taehyung's place. It's crazy how quick the two of you have progressed but it didn't feel forced. It's like, when it was just you two you could forget about the fact he was your professor. Even when he'd quite literally tutor you for some of your required course it didn't feel like he was your teacher.

The main reason you spent the night is because you wouldn't be able to see him this weekend other than Saturday morning. Tonight you'll have Hobi's party and you had to work Sunday and Monday night. You had already dedicated next week as crunch time for your paintings so you really weren't going to be seeing him outside of class and the art studio.

So, he drove you about fifty minutes out of the city to some expensive rooftop restaurant for lunch. You wanted to spend as much of today as you could with him before Bora would be getting to your house to get ready for tonight. The restaurant was far enough and way too expensive for any of your class mates to be here so it was the perfect place for a nice lunch date. Taehyung clearly had money from his career and his parents so it wasn't a question that he'd want to treat you to something nice. He wore a YSL cream colored button up shirt and black slacks while you wore a little black dress.

The two of you walked in with linked arms letting the hostess lead you to a table while you talked. You look extra pretty today. You wore light make up that accentuated your features and your hair was styled in a way that really suited you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, if he could he would've noticed the waking nightmare about to cross paths with him.

"Tae?" His blood ran cold as the two of you looked up, the hostess waiting at your table for the two of you. You stared at the woman and man in front of you. She looked you up and down and you did the same shamelessly. She had black hair up to her shoulders and bright red lipstick. She wore a white blouse and grey pencil skirt. An ugly pencil skirt in your opinion.

"Jihyun..." Taehyung cleared his throat and it didn't take you long to realize who this woman was. The man was quiet but he looked uncomfortable yet you felt his eyes travel down to your exposed legs. You knew this must be his ex wife and you expected Taehyung to take his arm away from your hold. It must be awkward for him to be seen with you. You were obviously sticking out from the more mature group in appearance.

"Oh, uh, it's nice to see you doing well," Jihyun said with a forced smile. You wondered if the man was the coworker she cheated on Taehyung with. His arm almost pulled you even closer to his side, "Yes, I am doing well. Oh, this is Y/n."

You gave them a tight smile leaning into Taehyung more. He smiled at that, "It looks like our table is ready so we'll get going now."

"Was that your ex?" You asked once the two of you were to the table. Taehyung nodded before flashing you a smile, "But let's not think about that. This is our first official date so let's make the most of it before we have to get going."

Without thinking you leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before going back to looking at the menu. Before the food arrived you excused yourself to the restroom. It was windy and you could not have your hair all over the place. While you were in there you reapplied a light layer of lipgloss as a stall opened.

You couldn't believe your luck when the cheating hag—you mean Jihyun—came out. It made you smile a little as you wiped up the corners of your lips. She gave you a look as she went to wash her stupid musty hands right next to you.

"Taehyung seems to be doing well lately," Jiyeon said washing her hands. It was the second time she'd said it like she expected him to be crying in his room, "I've known him for a very long time an—"

"I don't really care how long you've known him," you flashed her a perfectly fake smile, "And of course he's doing well. Why wouldn't he?"

Jihyun pursed her lips in annoyance, "I'm surprised when he didn't introduce you as someone he's seeing. He only said your name, it's very strange."

If Taehyung wasn't going to do anything that's alright but she's clearly judging your appearance and possibly your age and relationship with him too.

"I really like your skirt," you added with another fake smile, "Only some women can pull off that kind of look. Unfortunately it's not for me, it's too bland?"

She scoffed as she ran her hands under the sink water, "It's office attire, but you look a little too young to know anything about that."

"Oh to be young and beautiful, do you miss those days?" You said finally closing your little handbag. In fact she was only 30 but if she was going to act like this then you would too. You ran your fingers through your hair one last time and check the back of your dress in the mirror, "I'll go first since Tae is waiting for me."

You began to walk away, Jihyun stayed at the mirror for a second trying to process what is happening. You must've been more important than she thought because it looked like you clearly knew who she was. You were bitchy but that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that you were... everything Jihyun wished she could be when she was younger. She doesn't know your age but Taehyung was surprised he could even attract someone like you. The Taehyung she knew would never be into someone like you.

He had always had a sort of timid, mysterious nature on the outside and Jihyun had been the same. That's why it was so easy for them two to get close so long ago. Jihyu had always felt insecure when it came to the confident appearance as girls like you but Taehyung always assured her he never cared for looks like that. Clearly that been nothing but a lie if he is with you.

She barely made it out the restroom's entrance when she stopped in her tracks.

She had a clear view of your table, right by the glass ledge of the rooftop. Taehyung's smile was bright as he laughed over something you said and when she looked closer his hand was in yours.

He had never been the type to be openly affectionate. It had been years since he last looked at her that way. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her but Taehyung had never looked at her with that gleam in his eyes like he was giving you.

"Can I come over tonight?" You asked tracing swils with your finger on his hand, "After the party I mean or will that be too late?"

You're not sure if Taehyung seeing his ex actually affected him or if he was genuinely okay but whatever it was you wanted to make sure he was okay. He already told you he'd be playing tennis later with his friends but later tonight maybe he'd want to see you.

"Hm, it will be late but I can pick you up from the party if you don't care. I don't want you driving a cab so late especially if you'll be drinking," he said as he used his free hand to eat while the other held yours.

"Aw, sir aren't you just so sweet? Maybe we can reenact our first night together in my bunny costume tonight," you said it to tease him but you were also being serious. He was so attractive you swear you could just eat him up.

Taehyung nearly choked on his water but he couldn't help but smile, "it's barely noon and you're already thinking of that?"

He felt the tip of your foot against his leg, pulling on his pant leg teasingly. You gave him an innocent smile, "No, I just think about you and then I think about how much I want you."

He placed a kiss to your knuckles, "Always so eager."

"For you."

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