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Misunderstanding | Kim Taehyung

a/n: I'm so bad with titles lol. At least you get the idea a bit :). In one part it is mentioned that Y/N is not a public figure like Taehyung, even though she is a chaebol. This is because her family is somewhat like that of Samsung's owners, they keep their children's identities secret until they make their own place in the company.

Summary: It's basically your reaction to hearing about the dating rumours between Taehyung and Jennie while the two of you are still in a relationship. And obviously, he is trying to fix things as quickly as possible.

wc: 2.9k (I didn't think it would be so long honestly).

When you started dating Taehyung, you never thought it would be a big problem. You knew that his schedule was complicated, but you didn't have any drama with that because yours was pretty much the same. You also knew that you wouldn't be a public couple because of the criticism you might get, but that was even better for you because you didn't like being in the public eye either. Problems on tour? Phones were there for a reason, not being able to have children? You were too young, can’t go out in public? Loved the cozy, private dates, little quality time together? Even better! Every moment with him would feel even more special because of how exclusive it was. Yes, you were willing to accept all these disadvantages because you never saw them as an insurmountable problem. At least until now.

You and Taehyung started dating in 2020, during the pandemic. You met him at the concert in cooperation with Lotte Duty Free, one of the companies your father founded, because yes, you were the youngest daughter of the Shin, the family in charge of the Lotte company and all its subsidiaries.

The two of you got along very well while preparing for the concert, so you decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. It only took a few months before you started dating him officially, and you were very happy at first. 

His schedule was busy, of course, but he had time for you. He would greet you with a big smile, hug you from behind, and take you to the dining room where he had a whole show set up for you. Jazz in the background, scented candles, rose petals everywhere, and two plates of food of dubious origin that you would enjoy anyway because your boyfriend made it. 

You were willing to put up with all those cons if he gave you moments like this every chance he got, moments where it was just you and him. 

Once the pandemic was over and your schedule returned to normal, things got complicated.

And no, time, work, dating, none of that was the problem, because it didn't even have anything to do with you two as a couple.The problems were caused by a third person. Kim Jennie, one of the members of Blackpink and one of the most beautiful women you will ever meet.

You never had any problems with her. You had bumped into her once or twice in the hallway on your way backstage, but obviously she wouldn't recognize you, you were always covered from head to toe.You thought that your friend had the same relationship with her, something casual that couldn't even be called a friendship because you barely said hello to each other when you were together, in fact Taehyung never looked at anyone when he was with you.So why did this happen now?

Your boyfriend was on tour and it was the time of his concert, so you couldn't just call him and ask him about it. You looked at the screen of your cell phone for the sixth time, the headline in big, dark letters seemed to mock your feelings.

"Dispatch confirms, V of BTS and Jennie of Blackpink are in a relationship," you muttered to yourself, trying to get your brain to catch the words, to process them, to react. It didn't.

You scrolled down the page until you stopped at the myriad of photos they had as proof. None of them looked doctored. 

You saw the blue short-sleeved shirt with flowers that Taehyung was wearing in the photo and put your phone down to go to the closet you shared. You pulled out all of his clothes until you found it. You grabbed it and crumpled it in your hands. 

Only then did you burst into tears. You covered your eyes with your shirt and screamed until you felt your throat couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt so much that you even had trouble breathing. 

You looked around the room you both shared, trying to understand why he would do this to you. You thought you were fine, everything seemed fine, so why were there hundreds of videos and pictures of your boyfriend with another girl? You felt like all these people were making fun of you by being happy for them. What about you, why don't they think about his real girlfriend who had to put up with years of being locked away in secret while these two were fearlessly dating?

The sadness soon turned to anger, and it wasn't long before you got up and grabbed the biggest suitcase you could find, whether it was his or yours.

You stuffed it with as many clothes as you could, taking your time because you knew he wasn't coming. You lifted the suitcase as high as you could and carried it into the living room. You looked at every single picture of the two of you as a couple. Another few tears fell from your eyes and you let them out as you took the frames and threw them away. 

You threw out everything you could. Mugs, matching pajamas, pictures, rings, absolutely everything. When you were done, your eyes were dry and your head hurt too much, but you didn't care. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the door.

The only thing that stopped you from leaving was Yeontan, who stood in the doorway, staring at you while wagging his tail from side to side.

"Tannie, mommy has to go do something, okay?" you nuzzled behind his ear and sobbed softly. You knew he wouldn't understand. "Don't worry, I'll visit you every day until your owner comes."

You stood up, took a breath, and walked away. You didn't know where you were going, but that apartment was no longer an option. 

You stood in front of the buildings where you lived and watched for taxis to pass by. Just then you received a phone call. For a moment you thought it would be Taehyung, but no, it was just Jimin's girlfriend, Soyeon, to whom you had become very close over the past years.

"Yes?" you mumbled hoarsely.

"Honey, it's me, Soyeonie," she said in a much calmer voice than usual. She was probably aware of your situation. "I read the news, are you okay?" You opened your mouth to reply, but she interrupted you so quickly that you didn't have time to say anything, "Of course you're not," she sighed, remaining silent for a few seconds, "Look, I know maybe I shouldn't pry, but I understand that you're hurting and the last thing you want is to be in a place full of... him."

You sob softly, wiping your cheeks as quickly as the first tears came.

"I haven't sold my old apartment yet, it has some furniture, enough to live decently, why don't you stay there for a few weeks?"

"Soyeon-ah," you cried, wanting to hug her until you fell asleep. That's what you needed, a long nap.

"Relax, everything’s gonna be okay, Unnie will come and see you there, I'll send you the address, just wait."

"Okay," you nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see you, "thanks."

"It's nothing."

And she hung up.

You looked around. It was full of cars and buildings that looked too big. 

You felt so stupid as you mentally wished that Taehyung was here to comfort you.

You saw a taxi coming your way and you made it stop. You weren't sure if this would be the end of your relationship, you were willing to hear his side, but you weren't willing to have to live with him or a place filled with his presence.

This was best for you.

Taehyung called you the next day, about twenty times, not counting messages. You didn't answer any of them, mostly because you were asleep until 4 pm. You had a hard time falling asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the two of them holding hands, together in the car, on a date to some kind of zoo. You cried every time your brain projected those images.

Your phone rang for the 21st time. You were still a little groggy from sleep, but you answered it anyway.

"Y/N!" You turned the phone away from your ear. It was too painful to hear his voice so loud with the headache you were feeling, "Oh God, I was so afraid something bad had happened to you. I called the girls, but none of them knew anything about you, so I got worried and..."

"Why did you call me?" you asked curtly. You thought maybe you were being a little cruel, but you didn't care. Answering him like that wouldn't make him feel a thousandth of the pain you felt and still feel since last night.

He was silent for a few seconds. You'd never answered him like that before, you guessed that's why he was so quiet.

"I..." he cleared his throat, sounding a little more tense than when you answered him, "I was a little worried, my manager told me about the news and I thought maybe you were feeling a little depressed-".

You interrupted him again, but this time with a mocking laugh, "A little depressed? Is that how you think I felt? A little depressed?" you laughed again. You had completely woken up this time, "Tell me, Kim, how would you feel if overnight it was all over the news that I was dating an idol? Huh? What would you do if this news came to you on the fucking Dispatch, while I was on the other fucking side of the world enjoying a concert? Would you be a little depressed? A little hurt? Would you even have taken the fucking trouble to answer my calls?" you began to raise your voice with every word you said. You didn't even notice at what point your voice broke. "You have no idea what I'm going through, and you never will, because unlike you I'm not a public figure! I could be fucking any man in Korea and you're never going to see an internet media outlet post it and 'celebrate' my relationship, you're never going to see any fan of mine go on social media and celebrate my relationship with someone else while you're behind the curtains" You sobbed, wiping your cheeks awkwardly.

"Honey, I know it's-"

"Don't you dare call me like that" you growled, clenching your jaw, "I don't even want to hear you say my name, do you understand?"

"Y/N" he muttered, his voice trembling. You assumed that at some point in your verbal vomit he had started to cry, "Just give me 1 minute, I'll explain everything, I promise."

You tried to control your anger by taking a big breath of air, it worked enough to stop you from sending him to fuck off... for the second time.

"Do you want me to listen to you?" you mumble, looking down at your hands, remembering all the times he came home late, wondering if all those times he was at her house, doing god knows what while you tried to stay awake just to see him before bed. 

"Y-yes, please, I just need a minute".

"Fine," you smiled half-heartedly, "then come and explain it to me in person. If you're really sorry and say it's a misunderstanding, come here and tell me."

Your more conscientious side chided you for your request. It was his job, you couldn't just order him to make a trip from the United States to Korea just for you. Maybe that's why you gave him that condition. You knew he wouldn't come all this way just for you.

The line went silent, you could barely hear his breathing. You ended your conversation.

"I thought so," muttering much calmer than at the beginning, "I guess Soyeon was right in saying that the only one who would have to make sacrifices for our relationship would be me."

And you cut the call short.

You put your phone on airplane mode and plopped down on your bed, ready to go back to sleep for the rest of the weekend.

It had been a day since you heard the news, barely 17 hours since you last spoke to Taehyung, because yes, you counted the hours. You hadn't eaten anything, you'd barely had a glass of water, and the only thing you felt like doing right now was taking a very long shower and then crying yourself to sleep. Yes, it sounded like the perfect plan to try to get over your ex, if that's what you could call it.

You got in the tub at 10am, didn't get out until 12:30, and when you did you could barely feel your fingers and toes. At least your muscles had finally relaxed.

You dressed more slowly than usual, in just your pajamas, the only ones that weren't your partner's, and went to bed.

Until the doorbell rang.

You changed direction, confused. You were sure that no one besides Soyeon knew you were here. It crossed your mind that maybe she was worried about you and that's why you'd decided to open up and politely turn her away.

Except she wasn't the one waiting for you on the other side.

"Y/N," Taehyung said, trying to regulate his breathing. "You really were here," he whispered, entering the flat and closing behind him. It wasn't until the door rattled that his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you almost stopped breathing. "Why did you leave home? I got so worried when I saw our stuff in the trash and the wardrobe almost empty" he cupped your cheeks, inspecting your face.

You didn't understand what exactly was going on.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, letting him search your face. 

"You told me to come" he looked into your eyes and, almost instantly, his eyes began to fill with tears. "I couldn't let you because a misunderstanding made you hate me to the point of breaking up with me, I... I don't want to be without you, at this point I don't think I can be," he bent down until he could place his forehead against yours, his thumbs caressing the skin of your cheeks, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I don't plan on losing you over something stupid like this."

You looked at Taehyung, still not understanding what he was trying to say. 

"The pictures are real" he exhaled deeply, "but it's not like you think" he pulled his phone out of his trousers pocket. His hands were shaking slightly. You wanted to hold them, but you completely erased the thought, "We dated for a few months, it was a very short thing, about two or three months before we met".

He showed you some conversations from a few years ago. He was asking her to bring him the shoes he had left at her house last time, and that he would appreciate it if she would bring the leash they had bought Yeontan. You also saw the last messages they sent to each other, it was only a few days ago.

Jennie told him that someone had hacked into her phone and most likely found the pictures they took the time they went to the zoo. She apologized and sent him stickers of crying puppies, saying that the lawsuit against the hacker had already started and that she would try to speed up the process so that he wouldn't be affected. 

"I totally understand how angry you were, and obviously I also understand that you want to talk about this face-to-face, so I took the first flight I could find so I could come talk to you and-".

You didn't let him finish. You couldn't do that, not after everything you've been feeling the last few days. So you did the only thing you could think of since he came into the flat. You kissed him.

It was much more awkward than your kisses usually are, but you didn't care. You were so relieved that it was all a misunderstanding that no matter what kind of kiss it was, it would still be amazing to you.

He followed your kiss as soon as he came out of his surprise. He clung to you as if his life depended on it. He was the one who deepened the kiss and lifted you off the floor so he could kiss you better.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered in the middle of the messy kisses he was giving you, "sorry for doubting you" you sobbed softly, hugging his neck with all your strength.

He shook his head, holding your cheeks, "Don't apologise, it was a normal reaction, you said it yourself, I wouldn't have even answered your calls if I had been in your place" he kissed your shoulder softly, letting out a soft sigh. It felt so good to have you with him after all the tension he experienced during the flight.

"You were right about everything you said" he murmured, pulling away enough to look you in the eye, "so please don't apologize to me".

You nodded a little calmer, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung's nose on yours.

"Now let's go get your things, I don't want to go back inside the house and not see your things in it."

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#bts x reader #bts x you #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #fiction #bts x oc #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #bts taehyung #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #taehyung x oc #v x y/n #v x reader #v x you #tae x reader #tae x you #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x y/n #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts fic

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･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Aftercare･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, Fluff, mentions of cheating [from reader's ex-boyfriend].

Wc: 852.

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You felt exhausted, most of your body ached, and there was no part of you that was not reddened because of Taehyung's lips. In spite of that, you had no regrets. Sometimes that little voice you thought was your conscience would repeat to you what a horrible person you were for having done this having broken up with your boyfriend just a few days ago, but then you remembered that he not only kept you hidden for a year and a half, but also decided to go out in public with another girl behind your back during the last few months of your relationship. You supposed it was a coincidence that she looked so similar to you.

You closed your eyes, trying to silence that voice that was once again making you the villain of your own life. You tried to focus on the present, on the fact that you were finally with the only person you ever really came to love in your life. It worked a little, because almost unconsciously you smiled.

You felt his warm arms wrap around your waist and pull you even closer to him, his nose barely bumped against the bare skin of your neck, and it felt so natural that you couldn't help but feel at peace. He had so much control over you, and for the first time in your life that didn't scare you, because you knew he would never hurt you.

"How do you feel?" he whispered against your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Was I too rough?"

You laughed softly as you heard his question. No one in your life had ever treated you so delicately during sex. You didn't want to delve into that reflection, at least not now.

"That was perfect" you murmured, turning around so you could hug him. You rested your forehead on his chest. It felt so soft and warm. You didn't want that moment to end. "You were beyond perfect."

You looked up, seeing Taehyung smile. It was quite dark, but you still managed to catch a glimpse of a slight pink hue on his cheeks. You had never imagined that you would have the opportunity to provoke such a reaction in him. You felt proud.

"Feeling a little better? Your legs were shaking a lot" he kissed your shoulder, brushing your thigh with his fingertips.

"I think that's kind of the idea" you smiled, kissing his jaw.

"I mean, yeah, but it was too much, has it always been like this?" he rested his free hand on your hair, stroking it gently.

"Yes, it always has been" you hid your face in his neck. He didn't have to know that so far you had never enjoyed having sex with your ex's, it was unnecessary information.

"Good" he kissed your forehead, lifting out of bed and putting on his underwear.

You settled in so you could sleep for a while, you knew how things went. You would stay here until your legs stopped being numb, he would go somewhere else to get on with his day as normal, you would both carry on as normal. That's how it was supposed to work.

Maybe that's why you screamed as you felt him pull your legs and carefully spread them open to clean you.

"What are you doing?" you asked in surprise, letting him do whatever he was about to do, but not taking the surprise off your face.

"Cleaning you up?" he frowned, looking at you with the same confusion you looked at him with, "It's too late to take a shower, and I don't want you to get sick, you're too busy with comeback and all, so I'll just wipe with a cloth, is that okay with you?"

"I guess," mumble, watching as he continued to wipe your inner thighs, "but why are you doing it?".

"Well, I can't leave you with... that coming out of you, let's just say it's best for you" he nodded, finishing cleaning and setting the cloth down on his nightstand, "You've never had that done before?"

"No," you shook your head, following him with your eyes.

He had set about picking up your clothes, tossing everything but your underwear into the dirty laundry basket he kept in the corner. He also took his shirt, but contrary to what you thought, he didn't wear it for himself.

"Come here," he beckoned you with his fingers, indicating you to come closer.

You just silently obeyed, sitting down right in front of him.

He helped you into your underwear, apologizing softly as he listened to your complaints about how sore your hips had become. When he was done, he grabbed his shirt and put it on you with the utmost care, kissing your head after he was done.

Your heart felt so warm that you felt like you might burn inside. For the first time in years, you felt like you had made the right decision, and it felt so good, so right. You loved this man, and you were so happy you could call him yours.

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yuna/tae/joon extras 》 c2u's series m.list

note: these asks were sent in when part 10 came out ,, everything linked is in chronological order .

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[cupoftaae]

Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series♡ meet the parents. chapter 4

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count: around 3.1k I believe

chapter warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, (theres a flashback) trigger warning for this bc kaito is a little manipulative. Mentions of adhd, medications. There’s a lot of hot and cold behavior between Tae and reader, as well as a fight towards the end. Sorry!

A/N another thanks to everyone whos been liking, reading and reblogging this story (along with my other drabbles). I know my page isnt huge or anything but I love writing and seeing all of the support really motivates me, so thank you :) I also got to sit down and really plan out the rest of my chapters with great detail, I think you guys are gonna like the upcoming chapters so stay tuned (lots of drama)

enjoyyy! (also, I plan to create a spotify playlist for this series!)

A week later.

Taehyung turned around from the stove to face his laptop, currently on the page of something he thought he would never see, a college. he scrolled before turning back to flip his pancake, ensuring he didn't burn it. Over the past week, youve been spending most days and nights over at Kaitos, so he's had more room to think about things.

He wants to become more serious with his art desire, and he wants to prove to not only you, but himself, that he can do big things. So here he is, signing up for local art classes at the college a few streets down. He checked the schedule really quick to make sure that nothing would overlap with the class dates, humming to himself when he realized his first class would be this Saturday morning, the same day his parents were coming for dinner. He sat back against the counter and looked down at Yeontan, who was waiting for bits of food to fall.

Dinner. He forgot all about that, good thing you wrote it on the calendar. would you still even be up for going?

He sat in thought, perhaps too much thought. Taehyung's head whipped around at the aroma of burnt pancakes. "shit!"

maybe he should sign up for a cooking class too?

You and Taehyung havent spoken too much since he word vomited his confessions at you last week. The longest conversation you both shared was 2 days ago when your period suddenly came and you asked tae to bring you to the store late at night because you had ran out of tampons.

there was no discussion about anything he had said to you though, as if there was a mutual agreement to drop it and move on.

he scooped his somewhat burned pancake and put it on the plate, cutting off the black part and managing to revive his breakfast, seeming content with his work. "Not too bad, huh?" he smiled and looked down at his dog, who seemed to assume the food was for him.

Once taehyung sat down at the kitchen counter, he went back to reviewing the art classes website when suddenly you walked in.

The boys eyes darted up to the door, watching you put your bag down and look at him.

"hey" he shyly waved, taking a bite of his food.

you smiled, "hi", making your way over to him and sniffing the air. "you burnt them" you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"listen, it wasnt as bad as last time, taste" taehyung held the fork out with a small bit of food on it, allowing you to try it. "hm" you hummed, nodding. "ok its not charred ill give you that"

He smiled and watched as you sit down and pick tannie up. "so did you have fun at kaitos?" he asked, trying to just have small talk with you.

you looked up at him, "uh yeah, I guess" you shrugged, remembering last night. "we watched sports and he explained the entire game to me like I was stupid and didnt play soccer for 7 years" you laughed and moved your head to get close to the puppy in your arms, allowing taehyung to notice the dark purple mark hidden just above your clavicle.

he nearly chokes on his food, drawing your attention to him. "are you okay?" he nods and clears his throat. clearly you two didn't just watch sports. "im good, just swallowed wrong" he took a sip of his water and tapped his foot, avoiding his eyes from you as he thought of something else to say considering this conversation has now outlasted any previous ones of the past 7 days.

"oh you know this Saturday is the um, the dinner with my parents?" you looked at his laptop, feeling your eyes burn onto him. "oh shit I forgot about that" you smiled and looked over at the calendar on the fridge. "I did too" he laughs.

"you dont have to go if you arent up for it" he mumbles, still unable to look at you. "oh im going, I havent seen them in so long, even if we left off on a bad note, Im still close with them and I think its important to go to the dinner" you spoke matter of factly.

He simply nodded and took another bite of food.

"what are you doing?" you nosily ask, trying to drag out the interaction considering the fact you had missed conversing with your best friend.

He watches you lean over to look at his laptop. "oh its just, something Im interested in doing." tae shrugged, embarrassed you saw the website.

"art classes?" you ask, "I didnt know you liked that type of thing?"

"yeah, Ive always kinda wanted to do it but never had the chance. I mine as well try it right?" he smiled shyly.

"I think thats good for you" you nod, patting his back. "getting out more and stuff, you are always working from home. Oh look, the class is at my college so we might run into each other" you joke and walk off to your room.

the feeling of your hand against his back causes him to tense up, still trying to wrap his head around what he saw. It couldn't have been a hickey, maybe it was something else, perhaps you got hurt, right? .

oh who is he kidding. Who gets hurt on the neck like that, it was a hickey no doubt. (a/n: looking at you namjoon)

why was he kinda upset about that? He respected your space and the fact you are dating kaito, and thats what people who are in love do, they kiss each other....and stuff. He shook his head and stood up, deciding to go for a walk outside to clear his head.

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While Tae headed out, you stepped into the bathroom to shower. Staring back at your reflection as you removed your shirt, revealing the dark spots peppering you neck and chest, your mind was brought back to the night prior.

Kaito kissed along your jaw, his hand coming under your shirt to brush your bare skin. you two were watching a soccer game but somehow it turned into a make out session he decided to bring upstairs to his room.

he hummed and pressed his lips against yours, your hand in his hair. he began pushing himself so his body was between your legs, hand now reaching for the hem of your shirt. "hm" you mumbled and pushed him off a bit, making him sit back and look at you. "what?" he asked, out of breath.

its not like you havent had sex with kaito.....ok, no thats exactly it. Youve never had sex with him. The most you two have done was letting him finger you under the blanket while watching a movie, then in return, sucking his dick in the backseat of his car.

He was more than ready to move forward with you, but you for some reason weren't.

you sighed and shrugged, removing his hand from your shirt. Kaito looked back at you before sitting to the side and laying on his back. "do you not want to have sex with me or something?" he spoke up.

"no, no, no, I do!" you lied, suddenly feeling guilt.

"then whats your problem?" he sighed, "every time I start something you always shut it down."

"im sorry" you whisper.

"dont be sorry, just dont lead me on." he shook his head.

you sat for a moment, taking a deep breath before getting up and moving to straddle his waist, his eyes widened up at you.

"im just nervous...ive...never done it before" you lied again, trying to convince him otherwise.

"oh" he spoke, hands on your waist as he seemingly took interest in the thought of him being the one to take your virginity.

the last time you had sex was a few months ago with taehyung. you've never done it with anyone else, ever.

"you trust me, right?" he tilted his head

you scanned his face, nodding. "yeah...."

with that he returned his lips against yours

your fingers ran over your chest, tears brimming to your eyes as you began to quietly sob. It wasn't like you had not consented to it. It was a mutual thing, and he's your boyfriend for god sakes, so why did you feel so damn dirty?

you cried as you showered away your thoughts and tried to wash off the feeling of disgust but it just wouldn't go.

and maybe, just maybe, deep down

you knew why.

-

Once Saturday had approached, you waited for taehyung to get back home from his first art class, deciding that you both could use a quick grocery shopping trip, as well as stop by the clothing store considering tonight was the dinner with his parents and you needed an outfit.

You looked at the clock to see it was almost 12, why isnt he home yet if the class ended at 11:40?

you decided on cooking a small breakfast while you waited, something for Taehyung too because you just know he had not eaten prior before leaving, and would be hungry when he returned.

Content with preparing some bacon and toast with fruit, you placed the dish on the counter before turning and grabbing Taehyung's medication from the top cabinet. Along with eating, you also have to remind him to keep up with his meds, which he has been taking since he was 13 for his ADHD. Sometimes you believe he thinks he doesnt have it, and thats why he forgets to take it.

finally sitting down to eat, you open up your laptop and begin to type away at some homework you needed to catch up on. You had not spoken to kaito in person since Wednesday night, he asked you for coffee this morning but you made some excuse about feeling ill, which had not been a total lie. You were worried that he was going to expect this of you each time you both met up. You've never felt so wrong about something you had no reason to be ashamed of, and the worst part was, you couldn't even talk to him about it. Kaito would make it some big issue about you 'not liking him enough or some shit'. You just knew you needed your own space for a few days, and were grateful you had extra concealer to hide the past weeks evidence painted along your neck, which you hoped to God taehyung had not seen.

you were drawn out of your thoughts as you watched the door open, a cheery tae walking in.

"hi!" he smiled and walked over, eating a piece of fruit off your plate.

"hey" you spoke, looking at him. "so? how was it?"

"it was so fun!! look, I made this" he held up a small canvas with strokes of multicolored paint splashed across in an artistic way. you nodded, not fully understanding art, in the same sense he couldn't understand literature. you didn't get why paint thrown on a white base was pretty or poetic, but you let him have it.

"I like it tae, good job" you offered a smile as he held it out into your hands. "keep it!" he spoke, turning to go greet his dog.

you smiled to yourself and looked over it before turning around as well, "eat breakfast and take your meds please, I was wondering if it was possible that we could go shopping before we meet up with your parents?"

he nodded and walked over to the counter, following your orders. "yeah we can, they arent gonna be ready to pick us up until 7." he spoke, shoving bacon into his mouth.

"perfect".

-

"Tae we dont need those, we have so many bags of chips at home" you protested, slumping as you pushed the grocery cart isle through isle.

He looked at the bag of cheese puffs and walked fast to catch up to you, "ah ah ah, nope. these ones are spicy. see?" He shoved it close to your face.

"fine." you sighed, trying to find the stuff you guys actually needed, like milk, coffee creamer, and-

"Taehyung??"

what??

you both turned around to see a younger girl walking up behind you, she had short hair and was bundled up in a large jacket, which is something you mentally mocked considering it was almost April.

you've definitely never seen her before, you turn to taehyung, "who the fuc-"

"annie!" he smiled and bows politely, leaving you in shock as you watched the two interact.

"long time no see" the girl giggled, almost obnoxiously

"we just saw eachother a few hours ago" he spoke

"it was a joke, taehyung" she laughed again, peaking over his shoulder to look at me. in that moment I could have sworn I felt her cold eyes burning into my skin.

"Hello, who is this?" she smiled and tapped tae's arm.

"Oh, thats y/n. shes my roommate" tae grinned at you and returned his eyes back at Annie.

roommate? thats all? no best friend since we were in diapers? You think you know a guy.

"Hi, Im annie. Taehyung and I go way back, and by that I mean we just met today." she smirked, tae laughing and adding on "In art class"

"oh" you nodded, feeling awkward all of a sudden. "nice to meet you" you bowed and turned to your grocery list, trying to seem busy as they continued their talking.

"I really liked your art" tae murmured, "it really feels like it goes beyond the surface" you roll your eyes and turn back, watching them.

"oh that means so much, thank you." she blushed.

SHE BLUSHED?

"you know, I have a Instagram account for my art....if you wanna follow?" Annie looked up with hopeful eyes, which tae reacted to by pulling his phone out and receiving the username.

seriously....who is this bitch?

"not to interrupt, but I have to get shopping now, we still need to go to the clothing store." you spoke, only facing tae.

"ok" he smiled and said his goodbyes to the girl, waving like a little kid before he caught back up with you.

"shes nice-"

"yah im sure, can we hurry?" you cut him off, watching his eyebrows scrunch before nodding.

-

Taehyung fiddled with the nearby clothing racks while he waited for you to get out of the dressing room. He never liked to go shopping, but when he went with you he always found it somewhat amusing, unless it was clothes shopping.

He paced slowly before knocking on the door. "are you almost done" he whispered, eyes looking around at nearby people.

"tae" you breathed out, "for the 3rd time, I will be out in a few, be patient." you spoke, aggravated.

he pouted and finally sat on the bench, tapping his feet while playing a game on his phone.

once you opened the door, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Like a kid waiting for his mom, he was funny without even knowing it.

"ok, how does it look?" you asked, grabbing his attention to the light brown sweater paired with a black mini skirt. It wasn't too special but it was nice, and it looked professional.

Tae looked up, eyes tracing over you entirely before gathering his words to speak. "uh....wow, you look really good" he nodded and stood up.

"are you sure? the skirt isnt too short, right?"

somewhere in his mind he wanted to make a joke and tell you it wasn't short enough, but he decided against it.

he shook his head. "you look beautiful."

you looked at him looking at you through the mirror as a wave of chills ran through your body.

he came up and carefully felt the fabric of the sweater, the feeling of his hand on you immediately made you flinch and pull away.

ah yes, the thought of physical touch. Something which disgusted you recently.

He frowned and before he could respond you went back to change into your regular clothes so you could purchase and leave.

Once you two were in the car, Tae had offered to stop and get you something to eat, you declined politely while he got himself a sandwich.

You felt bad considering you probably made him feel like he did something wrong, he didn’t. Taehyung wasnt the problem, you were.

The two of you quietly brought in the groceries, setting them on the counter. You began to put things away as you felt taehyungs eyes watching you. “What?” You exhaled, opening the fridge without even turning to direct your voice to him.

“Are you ok?”

“Why wouldnt I be?”

He blinked a few times while his fingers absent mindendly began to pick at his lower lip.

“Don’t do that” you spoke, watching him tuck his hands behind his back.

“It’s nothing I’m just, always checking in. You are my....friend. And I want you to be ok” he spoke as if he was unsure.

You jokingly scoffed and shook your head. “I’m ok Tae, i promise” you turned to him finally and offered a fake smile, something he saw right through but decided against speaking on it.

You heard him sigh before he walked back to head to his room. “I’m gonna shower”

“Ok” you mumbled and finished unpacking the groceries before taking your clothes and heading to your own room.

-

The clock read 6:40, that meant you and taehyung had to be dressed and ready to go in 20 minutes.

Taehyung decided to just slip on a button up shirt and dress pants, it’s his parents and he doesn’t feel too keen on trying to impress the people who always tell him he’s making the wrong choices.

He brushed his hair, mentally noting how long it’s gotten since the last time he let you cut it. His bangs lightly framed against his face as he sprayed cologne on, leaving the room to knock at your door. “Almost ready? Mom texted, she will be here a few minutes early?” He walked over to the hall to grab his coat off the rack, returning to hear your answer.

“Im doing my makeup!” You responded, careful with the mascara wand because you didn’t want to get it on anything other than your lashes. You quickly brushed your hair, clipping your bangs to the side while fluffing up the ends. You look over yourself, praising yourself for making the right clothing decision, it matched perfectly with your lipstick. You sprayed perfume on, the aroma filling your bathroom as you slipped a pair of small black heels on, making your way to the living room.

You had left your phone out on the kitchen counter while you got ready, something taehyung noticed when he stepping into the kitchen to fill Yeontans water bowl.

Your screen suddenly lit up with a text from kaito:

Kai: hey, still feeling sick? My sister made soup and if you want I can run by and drop some off. If it’s ok i might leave it at the door, i dont really care to run into taehyung.

Taehyung scrunched his nose, scoffing and moving closer to your phone. He was highly confused by the text, turning around and finishing his task.

“Im readyyy” you sung and hopped into the kitchen. Taehyung almost dropped the water bowl right onto the floor.

There you were, black tights , miniskirt, hair curled, all put together with red lipstick.

He swallowed hard, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well then.....”

“Do I look good?” You asked, looking down at your outfit.

“You look even more beautiful than you did in the store today” he looked at the bowl as he tried to speak nonchalantly, despite the fact his heart was racing.

How’s he supposed to suppress his feelings when you are standing there looking like THAT

“You look very handsome, Tae. You always do” you nodded, hoping he didn’t see the way your cheeks burned with blush.

You didn’t always get complimented, it wasn’t like you tried to fish for it either, but considering you have to pull a single “you look nice” out of your boyfriend when taehyung gives them for free is kind of ridiculous.

“Do I?” He teased

“Mhm” you smiled and brushed your hand through his hair quickly. “I like when you don’t use gel, the fluffy look is cute” you laughed and walked towards the door as taehyung put yeontan in his play gate.

He grinned to himself, knowing he will never use that gel again.

-

Once you two stepped out into the hall, he walked up to you and itched the back of his head.

“So, not to pry or anything, but your phone was left on the counter and I saw that um...kaito texted. He mentioned something about you being sick?”

Your eyes shot wide open, pulling your phone from your purse to look at the said message.

“If you weren’t feeling good you didn’t have to come” He shyly spoke, watching as you waved your hand at him.

“Tae, i lied” you smile, “I just wasn’t up for hanging out with him today.” You add.

“Oh....how come?”

You shrug, looking at him. “I don’t know.”

He looked down at his feet while you two made way towards the elevator. “Also, sorry that you saw him say that about you. He takes things super seriously” you scoff.

“It’s fine, It’s not my priority for him to like me” he spoke, pressing the button once you two stepped in. “Besides, Im the one who gets to hang with you today, so I win” he joked, allowing you to laugh softly and poke his arm.

It was nice to have some normalcy between you both, the past few weeks have been crazy and there’s been a lot of emotions, but it finally feels like things are getting back to the way they used to be.

“Ok so mom said her and dad would be right over here” he spoke as he looked at his phone, then looked up to the curb once you were outside. Your eyes peered around, there was no car yet.

“I guess we can just wait.” He put his phone away and looked around at the people on the street, something you began to join him in doing.

You both happened to catch someone dancing, making you both giggle. Your eyes then darted to an older couple crossing the street, arms linked sweetly. You nudged taes arm, grabbing his attention and whispering “look, it’s you and Annie in the future”

He immediately scoffed once he saw what you were referring to. “Ok I knew you were gonna make fun of me for that!” He whined and shyly walked away.

You began to laugh and ran up to him. “It’s not like that” he began. “Yet” you added on, watching him stop walking and turn to you.

“Ah i see...you are jealous.” He smirked.

“What?? No!! Im not j-...why would you-...what!” You stutter, watching him begin to say something before a car horn knocks you both out of the conversation.

“Hello!!” You see taehyungs mother waving her hand out the window, his father in the drivers seat as they pulled up to the curb. You bowed immediately once you got close, greeting them.

“Hello Mr and Mrs. Kim, it’s been a while, I missed you” you spoke sweetly,

“Ah y/n! It’s nice to see you again sweetheart” his mother kindly spoke

“Hi mom, dad.” Taehyung mumbled, his previously cocky state taking a more shy one.

“My son” his mom gripped his face and squished his cheeks. “Still chubby, good. You are finally eating more”

“Stop” he whispered, checking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you weren’t watching, glad you had been conversing with his father in that moment.

“Ok let’s go!” She cheered, ushering you both into the back seat before telling her husband what restaurant to go to.

they had initially wanted to come over so you could cook for them, but taehyung suggested a newer French restaurant nearby he swore they needed to try. You laughed at his obvious attempt to impress them.

The two of you squished together in the back seat, moving your body closer to the window as the air suddenly left the car. “You look lovely, y/n” taes father complimented. “Thank you Mr.Kim! You and your wife look very nice as well”

“How’s college, dear?” You turned your attention to his mom, who wasted no time digging into details about your life.

“Uhm it’s okay, lots of classes” you smile, watching her nod. “Still majoring in theatre?”

“Of course”

She clicked her tongue playfully, choosing to not make a comment against your choice of career...or lack of.

You silently praise the fact the drive to the restaurant was quick, allowing you time to climb out and avoid the conversation.

“This place is nice” you whisper to Tae, watching him nod. “We don’t belong here” you chuckled, making him laugh as well.

Taehyungs parents join arms before stepping in, Tae moving beside you to mimic their movement, making you blush lightly.

The waiter quickly checks your reservations and moves you to a relatively quiet room with a table by the window, just how you liked.

Once you had all sat and ordered your dishes, the room for conversations opened up.

“Your Hair is getting too long taehyung, why don’t you trim it” his father mentioned as he sipped his wine.

“Ah I know, i usually let y/n trim, but she’s been busy.” He teased, looking at you.

“Busy? With what? Certainly not a job” his mother mumbles as he takes her jacket off and sets it to the side.

“Mom...” he whispered, embarrassed for the way his Parents feel like they can talk about you as if you are their own child.

“Im just out and about, i have school and I’m with my boyfriend a lot” you spoke up

His moms head turned up as you talked, seeming suddenly interested.

“Boyfriend?” She laughed

“Mhm” you nodded

She turned to her husband and raised her eyebrows, both sharing a confused glance.

“What?” Taehyung asks, following their exchange

“Oh it’s nothing, we just...” she shrugged at her son, turning her attention back to you. “We had dinner with your parents a few days ago and we were discussing you both”

“Okay...” you half smiled, wondering what your own parents had said about you.

“And we just talked about like the pictures you guys post online...and we assumed, well, more like got the impression, that you two were together?” His mom admits.

You and taehyung both look blankly at them, silent staring before turning to eachother.

“It’s not a bad thing, your parents and us always said you would both end up together” his father laughed.

“Right, so Im suprised you are dating someone else” his mom inquired

“Starting the night off strong I see” you whispered to yourself, growing embarrassed at this conversation.

The older woman continued to ask questions. “Is it a serious relationship? Doesn’t he care you are living with another man?”

You took a sip of your water, clearing your throat. “Well...we’ve only been together for a little while, and yeah he does but not too muc-“

“It won’t last” his father cuts in casually, “young relationships like that come and go”

You didn’t know what else to do but nod and shove a piece of bread into your mouth.

His mother sighed and took a sip of her wine, “Ah your mother and father will be disappointed at the news” she laughed lightly.

“It’s not disappointing, you guys can’t just assume things” Tae added, stepping up for you as you drowned yourself in gluten.

“Well it is disappointing. We are getting older and you know, we don’t visit as much. I’m reaching the age where I’m ready to be a grandma” his mom adds, making you choke on your food.

“Are you ok?” His father asks, watching you chug your water more.

“Yup! So good! So ok!”

Taehyung seems embarrassed himself, you felt bad for him too. “Mom, y/n and I are just friends and we always have been, there is nothing like that in our future” he brushed off the pain in his chest as he defended you.

You looked at Tae for a moment before looking down and playing with your napkin.

“Sad” she responded, looking up as the waiter came over, delivering the food to each person.

“Thank you” you spoke, finally happy that your pasta had arrived. Tae laughed to himself, of course you’d get pasta at a French restaurant.

It remained quiet for the first few minutes while you all indulged in your meals.

Taehyung looked up from his plate, trying to find something to say.

“Hows everything for you guys? Everyone at home all good?” He asked softly, taking a sip of his Diet Coke.

His mother nodded, “everything is good, your father and I redid the kitchen, and we even cleared out the attic, turning it into a guest room”

“Oh that’s nice” he smiled.

“So you guys can come visit if you ever wanted to” his father added, making you smile.

“Yes that sounds fun” you replied “it’ll be hard to plan something with mr workaholic over here” you joke, nudging Tae.

“Speaking of that, how is work?” His father asks, taking a bite of his dish.

“It’s going well, I mostly work from home, but I’m doing extra hours next week so..” he nodded.

“Working from home? That must be nice, i dont see why you can’t take some college classes from home at least”

You sigh at the conversation once again taking another rude turn. You love the kims, but it’s impossible to talk to them.

“Actually, he is taking a college course” you smile, Turing to Tae to see a mortified expression.“What?” His mother perks up.

“He just did his first class today, it’s an art class, you know, painting and stuff” you smile sincerely. “Art....” his father snickers. You felt taehyungs leg kick against yours, obviously this wasn’t something he wanted to be said. You instantly regretted trying to make him look good the moment his mother commented.

“Ah taehyung you go through life thinking your doing good things but where will an art class get you huh? I worry about you so much...” she sighed and put her fork down.

“When will you take your life seriously? You are 23! I had a kid at your age and was married” She added on, taehyung now scraping his fork against a piece of meat as he avoided eye contact.

This is almost identical to the last time we had all met up, when Tae dropped the bomb of dropping out of college. You hoped this time would be better, but unfortunately, thanks to you, it is possibly even worse.

“It’s just for fun....” you mumble, turning your eyes to see Tae looking at his shoes, tears at the brim of his eyes while he has yet to speak.

“Thats the problem y/n, his whole life is fun, no work, no discipline. And I can’t say different for you.” His father spoke,

“I mean who goes to college and decides to do something as risky as theatre? Unless you plan on being an award winning actress it’s going to get you nowhere.” He sighed, “you two live in fantasy world”

“It’s time to grow up” his mother added, finishing her food.

You felt a hole in your stomach, it was guilt, pure guilt. You didn’t mean to ignite this, not here and not now, when we were supposed to be having fun.

Taehyung shook his head and laughed, taking your glass of wine and gulping it down in a few sips, his face scrunching up before standing and exiting outside. You watch as he goes, standing to grab the left behind jacket and phone. “You’re just going to leave?” His mother questioned, making you shrug. “This wasn’t how dinner was supposed to go, i apologize” you mumble, “we will meet up again before you guys head home, ok?” You add, chasing after taehyung.

You find him outside of the restaurant, sitting a few steps away on a staircase.

“Tae...”

You walk closer, standing in front of him.

“I thought you quit” you speak quietly, gesturing towards the cigarette in his mouth.

He doesn’t reply, rather simply glares at you before turning his head and exhailing the smoke. “Look Im sorry, I didn’t mean to expose anything, I feel awful” you reach to put your hand on his shoulder, he shudders and scooches away. “You have a way of making me look like a fool, y/n” he smiles, looking at the cars driving by.

You breathe, watching him articulate his thoughts. “You think I’m incapable of reading books you like” he began to list. “You think that my job is dumb, you think the art class is stupid.” He laughed to himself and shook his head. “You think I’m a complete loser and could never possibly understand what it takes to be smart or successful”

“Thats not fucking true taehyung, stop it” you mutter, feeling like you were slapped. “See, you are doing it right now. You feel like you need to tell me how to act, how to feel. You embarrass me and make me the fool” he began to wipe at his cheek, standing up and walking past you as he spoke.

“You and Kaito must have a blast making fun of how dumb I am” he smiled and exhaled more smoke, looking at you. “You are acting immature, it’s not funny” you spoke sternly. “Oh but it is funny, y/n, because I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about trying so hard to impress you, or being smart like you, or impressing my own parents” he stopped in his tracks as you glared at him.

“You focus on your little life, ok? Focus on college, focus on eventually graduating, focus on your friends, kaito, and hiding hickies because that’s what you do best apparently” he scoffed and put out his cigarette, grabbing the jacket from your hands and walking towards the direction of your apartment.

You are left in nothing but shock, once again, as he leaves you in a speechless position. You take back what you said earlier about you both returning to normalcy, because apparently you take one step forward and 20 fucking steps back with each day that passes. You couldn’t help but wipe the tears that fell from your eyes as you began to walk back to the apartment as well, taehyung now out of your vision completely.

Everything recently in your life has gone so down hill, and you can’t blame anyone else but yourself. Word of advice for anyone listening: don’t live with your best friend then decide to add benefits and grow super attached, break said situation while also pursuing a new relationship with someone else.

It will fuck you up.

A/N: whew.....

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2:41 AM - Taehyung

You met him at a club, one of those grimy ones where it was hard to breathe because of all the smoke and every surface was a little sticky but the music was good and it was dark enough in there to do anything you wanted to without anyone judging you.

You assumed that's why he was there- the darkness part.

He didn't really like when people watched him, hated being judged for his less then stellar choices, but he smirked when he noticed you staring at him. You already knew his name because everyone knew his name- everyone knew the whispered rumors and secret suspicious but his name was really the only concrete fact everyone was totally sure about.

Kim Taehyung.

"Has anyone ever told you that staring is rude?" He sneered, leaning in towards you.

"Sorry," You blushed, looking away.

"It's okay, lucky for you, I like staring at you too." Taehyung smiled, "I'm Taehyung- what's your name?"

That was it- a simple introduction and you found yourself in a weird grey space of a relationship. He was everywhere suddenly- in your thoughts, calling you at odd times, showing up in the least expected places. He picked you up from class randomly, texted you to open your front door before you had even gotten out of bed, announced that he was taking you away for the weekend. But as fun as the surprise appearances were, he disappeared just as often.

"I gotta go," He said one day, sitting upright sharply and swinging his legs over the side of your bed. "Going out of town for a bit."

You frowned, rolling onto your side and tucking the sheets around you. You watched him pull his shirt over his head, ripping the view of his golden toned skin away from you. Suddenly, it felt wrong for you to still be nude, tightening your fist around your soft linen sheets.

"Where are you going to this time?" You asked quietly.

He smirked, turning his head to the side to look at you out of the corner of his eye- cocky and careless. You felt your cheeks redden and felt embarrassed that you even asked the question. How dare you ask where he was going- as if he owned you anything at all. You were only sleeping together.

"Why, you wanna come with me?" He teased, leaning over to ruffle your hair childishly.

"I might, if you asked," You grumbled, picking at a loose thread on your bed.

He laughed it off as if you were joking and left you there, alone on your bed.

He had gone days without speaking to you before, that wasn't the issue. But he hadn't ever ignored you so intentionally as he has since that night.

You stared at your phone as if that would make it flash with his name on it, wondering if he was still 'out of town' or if he had just decided that he was done with you. You clenched your fists, trying to keep your hands glued to your sides until you had enough and it was suddenly pressed to your ear. Of course he didn't pick up, he hadn't the last time you called either.

“Um, hey. I know I’ve already tried leaving a message and I’ve texted you a bunch but- I haven’t heard anything back from you in a while. If I did anything, just tell me and we’ll work it out. Or even if it has nothing to do with me- just, call me or something.”

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, sighing before sending a second voice message to Taehyung and hanging up.

He wasn’t your boyfriend, definitely not. But you weren’t just friends either- definitely not.

You threw your phone on your nightstand and walked away, changing into your pajamas for the night.

You stared at your bed, wishing Taehyung was in it.

You wondered if the voice message was too much, if it was crossing a boundary that didn’t belong in the grey space the two of you existed in. But it wasn’t fair- you only saw him on his terms, when he was free, if he felt like it. You hadn’t ever been this powerless in your life, it wasn’t normal.

You tired to distract yourself, showering for too long in too hot water. You hadn't even managed to change out of the towel that was wrapped around your body before drifted off to sleep, trying to focus on something light and artificial but a pair of rosy, full lips kept invading your mind when you woke up from a dreamless sleep a few hours later to a buzzing near your head. You squirmed, trying to push away the source of the irritating noise when your hand fell on your phone. Without thinking, you answered it, noting the time on the screen before- 2:41AM

“Hello?” You said irritably. It’s not like you got much sleep to begin with, much less when people called you in the middle of the night. You didn’t even have the good sense to check the caller-ID, still half asleep.

“Hey there gorgeous.”

Taehyung.

You sat up sharply, suddenly wide awake. His voice sounded slurred and out of breath. Kim Taehyung was your favorite person in the world but right now, you weren’t in the mood to listen to some weird mumblings, especially after him effectively ghosting you.

He said your last name in a pleading voice, almost breaking your resolve.

"Are you drunk?" You snapped. He blabbered on in an elongated form of an excuse and you ignored him, rolling your eyes. "I'm going back to bed."

You hung up and tossed your phone away, rolling over into your stomach. Your eyes had closed for all of four seconds when your bedroom window sprang open and in swooped Tae, dirt on his shirt from having to scale the fire escape on the side of your building.

"What the hell," You grumbled, watching him shake off whatever mess he could. "Why did you- No wait, how did you know which window was mine?"

"You have those little paper crane stickers on your window," He explained, back facing towards you. "Also- why is your window not locked? That's really dangerous, what if someone broke in?"

"You're so annoying," You snapped, sitting up in your bed with a huff.

You were about to say more but gave up when Tae turned around sporting a large cut near his hairline and a bruise along his cheek. There was dried blood smeared against his gorgeous, golden skin and it made you recoil in shock.

"Holy shit- what happened," You gasped, springing towards him.

"It's a long story, I don't want to get into it,"

He said simply, pushing your window closed and locking it before sitting on the ledge. "It just hurts and I can't go to a hospital. I didn't- I didn't know where else to go."

You wanted to attach yourself to his side instantly but only then realized you were still in a towel, tightening it around you in a stubborn ploy to maintain the upper hand in this situation.

Taehyung's eyes lingered on your form and smiled as if there wasn't blood dripping down his face, "You look good in a towel."

"Surprised you can see through the blood," You quipped, passing him on the way to your closet to put a shirt on. "Don't you have other friends to deal with this? I don't exactly feel like being the nicest person to you right now."

"You're it, babe." He laughed humorlessly, "I can go, though, if you really want me to."

You glared at him, hating the fact that you didn't hate him at all.

"Whatever, just- change your clothes at least. You're getting dirt everywhere. I'll get you something to change into." You sighed.

You threw the largest shirt and shorts you had directly at him, annoyed that he managed to catch it before it hit him in the face. You left to get the first aid kit laying unused under your bathroom sink, returning to find Taehyung sitting on the ground in his boxers and your shirt happily, "Pants were too small."

You stared at him for a beat too long before springing to action, sitting with your legs folded under you directly in front of him.

"Your face is going to bruise really badly, you deserve it." You mumbled, leaning forward to clean the blood off of his skin with a wet towel.

He pouted, eyes wide with worry, "Really?"

"Maybe even swell," You nodded dramatically, "Get closer, I can't reach."

He moved closer to you and slid his legs on either side of you so that you were tucked neatly between his thighs. You let out a shaky breath, barely able to look him in the eyes. You wanted to be mad at him, you were mad at him a couple hours ago. But now, all you felt was worried and a dull ache in your chest of pure want. Your body craved him like a drug, it was impossible to be this close to him and not fall a little in love with him.

You missed him.

"I missed you," He breathed out as if he could read your mind, "Even missed that frown you give me when I piss you off."

"You're the one who keeps leaving me. You wouldn't have to miss me if you just stayed with me." You pointed out. "This cut doesn't look that bad but I really wish I knew the story behind it."

"I'm still not telling," Taehyung smiled childishly, laying his hands flat on your thighs. You were suddenly aware of the only piece of clothing covering your body being a thin shirt, goosebumps rising on your skin. You swiped the cut with an alcohol wipe and Taehyung flinched, his grip on your thighs tightening to an almost bruising level before you placed a bandage over the cut.

"We're different, you and I. You're just so- good. Are you really okay with the fact that I'm not a good guy?" He said suddenly, surprising you.

You stared up at him with wide eyes- lips parted but not a single word coming out.

Say no.

Your brain was screaming at you, trying to will yourself to accept that the correct answer was no, it wasn't okay with you. You wanted to be with a good person who did the right thing always and never did anything remotely morally grey. White was your color, your only option, and he would never be that so you would never be with him.

"You say yes, I'll never leave you alone." He whispered, "But if you're not- this is the best I can do. I'm not pretending to be someone else and you shouldn't either."

"Yeah, I am." You said softly, watching as the harsh line of his lips turned into a smirk, cupping your face in his hands before leaning in.

"Good, because I wasn't going to let you go if you had asked me to," He murmured, kissing you before your brain could process his words.

He kissed you like he owned you, sleezy and dominant. You melted into him, fingers tracing the bruise cutting across his cheek with enough pressure to make him wince. You took advantage of it, climbing into his lap quickly but holding him back by his throat, "No more disappearing acts."

"Okay," He agreed, nodding eagerly as his lips chased you.

"And you have to answer when I call," You bargained.

"I'll jump off a bridge if you tell me to," Taehyung whined, hands pulling you back towards him.

"No need to be dramatic," You quipped, smiling at the annoyed look on his face before kissing him.

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[pj-miin]

Love & Crosses | 01

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, alcohol consumption, subtle (and not so subtle) flirting, mentions of reader’s sister running away from home, (some) angst

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 12.8K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Kim Taehyung!" You called urgently from the second floor of the high-end penthouse you were currently in. And it just so happened to be that the luxury penthouse belonged to none other than your best friend, Kim Taehyung.

You see the said man walking down the hallway into your eyeshot. He's buttoning up one of his blue shirts for work. He glares at you as if you'd interrupted something too important. "Jeez, you're so loud," he says as he goes back to the task at hand—his shirt. "What is it?"

"Mind telling me where my bra is?" You watch as he finally glances at you. You'd just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around your body, only to discover that your bra had vanished in thin air.

"And why would you think I'd know where it just so happens to be?" He asks as though you'd offended him.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm in your house, and my belonging has gone missing," you state the obvious.

"I was in my room, I have no idea where your bra is. Just look around there, there's no way it walked out of the room," he rolls his eyes, walking back in the direction he'd come from once he was finished with the buttons of his shirt.

You scoff at his audacity.

For some clarification, you and Taehyung have known each other since birth, not to mention you both were the same age, which ultimately meant you two clicked immediately. With both your families having close relations both in business and outside of business, the two of you saw each other a lot. Hence, explaining why you two are best friends, and your close proximate relation as best friends—a reference to you standing in his house practically naked except for a towel around you, questioning him about an undergarment.

You trot back into the guest room you were resided in for the night prior, although that room is almost permanently yours either way. It was the room you stayed in every time you crashed his place—which was often, very often.

You look around the room for what seemed the fifth time this morning. You groan in annoyance after your lack of success. "Taehyung!" You call for him a second time.

"Give me a second, woman," He responds, and you could sense the annoyance in his voice. You were going to have him be late for work and he knew well and good if you were going to be late due to the sudden disappearance of your undergarment, there was no way you'd let him get to work on time. He notices the frown on your face once he walks into the room, an untied tie hanging around his neck and his vest over his shirt remaining unbuttoned.

His expression softens once seeing the conflicted expression on your face.

"Where did you put it?" He asks, walking near you.

"Right here, on the bed," you point at a spot on the bed where a pile of the rest of your clothes could be seen.

He walks to the place you'd pointed at and sifts through the pile of clothes, but no luck. He glances around the room, in the same manner you had a few minutes ago. After failing to spot your bra, he walks to the ensuite bathroom. He looks around the bathroom, but nothing. He looks through the pile of your worn clothing in the bathroom, but sighs once he finds nothing.

"How did you manage to lose your bra? That too, in a room," he asks, exasperated.

"I don't know," you frown, "I came out of the shower and it was gone. I'm going to be late for work, I have an important meeting with Mr. Chung."

He gives you a thoughtful look and walks back to the room. You watch from behind him as he once again scans the room.

You knit your brows together seeing his tall, broad figure dip down, crane under the bed.

You watch as his crouched figure rises once again. You really never could get used to his height. You'd known Taehyung since he was born—establishing the fact that you are in fact older than him, by a few months that is, and yet he is taller than you, by a lot. Which meant that you'd grown accustomed to the occasional head pats, and him using you as an armrest.

Kim Taehyung, 28, the CEO of Kim Enterprises; he could come off as scary and intimidating to many. But not to you. You both knew, to him, you're the only person he could act like himself around. And you both knew that to you, he was the only person you could act like yourself around. You'd never be able to see him as CEO Kim or Mr. Kim, he's always going to be Taehyung to you.

"I wonder where this came from," he deadpans, holding up the nude-coloured bra you'd almost lost your mind looking for all morning.

You chuckle nervously, barely looking at him, quickly taking your possession from his hand.

"God, you almost ate my head off for this, only for it to be under the bed," he gives you a look.

"I'm sorry okay," you say half-heartedly, "I was in a rush."

"And I wasn't?" He raises a brow.

"I said sorry, jeez. You're so annoying."

"I'm annoying?" he gawks at you.

"That's what I just said," you put a finger at his chest, "you are annoying Kim Taehyung.

"So childish," he scoffs, wrapping his long slender fingers around your finger that was pointed at his chest—very broad chest, to be noted.

"Go get dressed, you're going to be late," he suggests. Already focusing on his own self. Fidgeting with his tie, not knowing how to tie it—CEO of one of the biggest companies in South Korea at the age of 28, and yet he couldn't tie his own tie.

You roll your eyes and put your hands over his, "I'll do it," you tell him. He moves his hands from under yours and lets them fall to his sides.

"Kim Taehyung, CEO of the most successful company in all of Asia, and he can't tie his own tie," you tease him, grinning, knowing you'd get him all worked up. You knew him inside and out, better than he knew himself.

"Oh please, I am very much capable of tying my own tie," he scoffs, "but I'd rather have Y/L/N Y/N, the CEO of the most successful company in all of South Korea, do it for me," he smiles at you.

You smile at his words, almost saying something sweet back—almost.

"It's because I love having powerful people do chores for me, it makes me feel important," he boasts.

You pull the tie tighter around his neck until it's basically choking him, you smile in satisfaction, "and I love choking the most powerful man in all of South Korea, it makes me feel important."

"Careful there, if anyone saw us like this, there would be a lot of misunderstandings," he smirks slightly.

What a tease.

"Oh please," you let go of the tie, letting him loosen it. "You've got to stop projecting your sexual desires onto me, Kim Taehyung." You almost gag at the thought, "see, I almost threw up at the thought," you inform him. Taking your clothes from the bed and walk to the bathroom. "I'd rather spend a day with Jimin, and you know how much I hate that asshole," you say before shutting the bathroom door before an amused-looking Taehyung.

You both knew you were only joking, you didn't hate Jimin, you could never, he was too perfect for you to hate him. He could just occasionally be annoying, and the two of you would bicker constantly, but then again, you were the same with Taehyung, and you could never hate Taehyung. You love him too much, sometimes too much for your own liking.

And as for the 'I'd rather spend a day with Jimin' part, that was most definitely a lie. It couldn't have been too bad, but you and Jimin staying in close proximity for more than five minutes—and that too alone—was basically a death wish. You'd rather spend that time with Taehyung, even if it meant he got to weirdly project his sexual desires onto you (note the question mark at the end of that thought).

Was it too weird that you would rather that your best friend project sexual desires onto you, rather than spend a day with his cousin even though both those scenarios gave you the urge to throw up?

Probably. But you didn't have to dwell on it, you were late, very late for an important meeting.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Y/L/N, working with you was a pleasure," the man before you speaks.

You nod curtly, "I could say the same to you, Mr. Chung."

The man bows, "I will be taking my leave."

You nod in response.

You take a deep breath of relief once the man was gone. Meetings were such a hassle, nothing less than exhausting, exhausting and exhausting.

You walk out of the room, making your way to your office. You'd barely walked in when your phone rang, you draw your phone out of your pocket to see none other than Taehyung's name across your phone.

You pick up, trying to sound casual, uninterested almost, although you were feeling the quite opposite—updates from Taehyung throughout the day were the only thing that gave colour to your lifeless workdays.

"What do I owe the pleasure, CEO Kim?"

"Oh nothing other than a lone 'hello'," he scoffs on the other side of the phone. You knew he hates it when you addressed him formally.

"Okay then, hello CEO Kim," you tease him further.

You chuckle when he doesn't respond.

"Plans for tonight?" he asks casually. It was common for him to ask you such things, but again, you loved teasing him.

"Oh wow, am I getting asked out on a date by Kim Taehyung himself."

"Y/N.' he warns.

You laugh, "Okay, okay, I'm joking. Relax, you're so stuck up all the time.'

"I'm perfectly fine," he says to you. But you could tell he wasn't perfectly fine. You could tell by the way he was speaking—he was stressed. You could read him like an open book.

"What happened?" Your voice softens.

Taehyung sighs, "Nothing."

"Taehyung, you can tell me," you insist.

"We're supposed to launch the new products in three weeks, but these fucking dumbasses are saying the shipping's getting delayed by four business days, which means they'll deliver next week. Now, how am I going to prepare everything in such a short amount of time."

You feel a pang of sympathy for him, being a CEO yourself, you knew how stressful things could be.

"Taehyung, everything's going to be alright. I know you always find a way. You'll do great, I'm sure of it."

"I hope so," he says over the phone.

"And," you start, "I have no plans for tonight, I'm always free for you, you know that," you remind him. "Where do you want to go?"

"Well, Jimin hyung's been insisting on going to the club for a while now, Hoseok's new one," he states.

You groan, "Park Jimin again."

You hear Taehyung chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"I'm joking of course," you smile, "I haven't seen him in a while anyways."

"Yeah, not sure if he feels the same," Taehyung jokes.

"Yeah, yeah, of course he doesn't," you roll your eyes.

"I've been telling him off for a while, because of the launch, we were busy, but I guess I can't really do much now until they ship the products," he explains to you.

You hum understandingly, you'd been watching him for the past few months, he's been working too hard, and he deserves a break from everything.

"I'II come," you tell him, your sweet voice resonating in his ears.

"Alright, I'll come to pick you up at nine," you can almost hear the content through his voice.

"Pick me up from here," you instruct.

"At work?" He questions.

"Yeah, I need to finish some work regarding the contract with SPK Industries," you tell him.

"That reminds me, did the meeting with Mr. Chung go well?" He asks.

"Fairly well, though I'm slightly skeptical since their customer service is questionable," Taehyung laughs at this, "but, their quality is great."

"That's true," Taehyung says in agreement.

"I did sign the contract, for now. We'll see how it goes I guess," you tell him.

"It'll go well, don't worry. I've done business with them a few times, it wasn't too bad," he reassures you.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'?" You chuckle.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'," he says in agreement, laughing with you.

"I'll call you later, I have some work to finish. Don't worry too much about the launch, it'll go well, you are Kim Taehyung after all."

He smiles a little at your concern.

"And you better be on time, l'Il be waiting at nine. You know I hate it when you keep me waiting," you pout, and he can almost hear the pout

through the phone.

"I will, don't worry. You know I hate it when I keep you waiting."

You smile, "Okay, don't be late. Bye."

"Bye," he replies.

And you hang up, waiting for an eventful night ahead alongside him.

[Tae] Are you finished?

[Tae] I'm outside

You'd just finished reviewing the last file and responding to one last email when you got the text.

You look at the time, it's nine already. Your day had passed normally—uneventful. Most of your day was full of meetings and the rest of it full of signing documents, reading documents, writing emails, responding to emails. You didn't realize when the clock had struck nine.

[You] I’ll be down

[You] Gimme a sec

You quickly respond to Taehyung and gather your things.

Stepping out of your double doored office, you glance at the pretty much empty building, except a few employees here and there finishing up last minute things.

You walked down the hallway and stood before the elevator, pressing the silver circular button and waiting for it to open.

You looked down at your attire, it was anything but club attire, you were wearing pencil heels, a black pencil skirt, a white shirt and a black cropped blazer atop the shirt.

You step into the elevator once it opens, pressing the close button once inside. Patiently waiting for the elevator to stop at the first floor.

The elevator opened to reveal an empty looking lobby. The first floor would usually be bustling with people going in and out of cafes and restaurants, but looking at the time, it was understandably empty.

You walked out of the building, the early summer breeze hitting your face.

Your attention was quickly diverted to Taehyung leaning against his parked car with his phone in his hand. His blazer gone, instead the same blue vest from earlier today, placed atop his blue shirt, holding the tie in place. His hair looked as neat as ever, parted neatly from the middle, giving a small glance of his forehead.

You quickly walk towards him, "you really couldn't have found a parking spot?" He looks up from his phone to you, "you're here. great. Let's get going then."

You roll your eyes, he really has the audacity to ignore you.

"You see that," you point at the no parking sign a little ahead of where Taehyung's car was parked. "Looks like CEO Kim's in desperate need of a parking ticket."

He scoffs, "the car isn't parked if I'm standing right here, and if there's someone inside it."

You look at him with utter confusion on your face. You watch as the window of the driver's seat slowly goes down. Only to reveal Jimin sitting in the passenger seat.

"Park Jimin, well isn't it my lucky day," you say sarcastically.

He smiles, "I've heard you've been missing me too much."

"As if," you scoff.

Taehyung watches the two of you fondly, "shall we get going?"

"But Taehyung, look at what I'm wearing," you pout.

"Look at what I'm wearing," he points to his work attire.

"You look great, don't even get me started, girls swoon over you," you tell him matter-of-factly.

"The way you do?" He leans closer to you.

"You wish," you deride.

"You look amazing, don't worry," he says, glancing at you from top to bottom.

You were still skeptical, but you let it slide since Taehyung had approved.

"I'm serious, Y/N, you look great," Taehyung confirms at noticing your hesitance. "Besides, it's not like you're going home with anyone," he breathes a laugh, attempting to stop you from stressing over an outfit.

You furrow your brows, "what makes you say that? I'll go home with someone if I feel like it, Taehyung."

Taehyung's face drops at this, he gives you a blank stare as if he's in disbelief, "you can't be serious right now."

"Of course I'm serious?" You counter, not believing that you were having this conversation right now.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair, "you know what? Forget it." He shakes his head, opening the door and making himself comfortable in the driver's seat.

"You planning on coming?" Taehyung regards you through the open window.

You open your mouth, wanting to make a snarky comment in response, but decide to think better of it and sit yourself in the back seat of Taehyung's royal blue Maserati.

Once the car was on the road, the three of you found sanctuary in the peacefulness of the silence alongside the songs playing softly in the background on the radio of the car.

You finally decide to break the silence by interrogating Jimin on his love life. "How's it going with Kiana?"

"Kiana," Jimin sighs, "I don't know. We were doing alright for the first few months, but..."

"But?" You ask urgently, feeling that something was wrong in his tone. You'd liked Kiana since the moment Jimin had introduced her to you and Taehyung a good four months ago, and they seemed like they were going well. Not to mention, they made a cute couple.

"We broke up," Jimin announces as the car is filled with a tense silence.

You stare blankly outside, not knowing what to say to him, as Ed Sheeran's Bad Habits plays on the radio. It was so ironic you could almost laugh—if it wasn't for the elephant in the room.

Kiana and Jimin had also happened to meet in the form of a one night stand. But Jimin being the charmer he is, couldn't have her stop thinking about him, which eventually led to the relationship they had until the last time you'd seen them.

"Why?" It's the only thing that comes to your mind.

"I didn't want to break her heart, she's a nice girl, she deserves someone who can actually love her. I couldn't bring myself to love her, not the way I love—loved her," he tells you, looking out the window where passing by buildings and cars drew his attention.

You go a little stiff at the mention of your younger sister. "You still love her." you weren't sure if you wanted this to come out as a statement or a question.

"Never stopped, I can't bring myself to stop," Jimin says softly.

Your heart aches for him, for both of them. You knew what your sister did wasn't right, not only did she run away from home, she broke Jimin's heart, but you couldn't help feel heartache for her as much as you felt it for Jimin. You knew that if she didn't leave that day, grandfather would've never let her peruse the career she wanted. Instead, crowning her the CEO of the company, and have her do that for the rest of her life.

"She's coming back," you reveal to Jimin.

He doesn't move, he doesn't even flinch at it as you'd expected, instead you notice Taehyung's expression change to one of—as you could read—shock, surprise, happiness, anger, disgust. And you didn't blame him. Your sister had broken his brother's heart.

"When is she coming back?" Jimin asks, you could hear the sorrow in his voice alongside the small ray of hope.

"On Tuesday," you mumble out the small piece of information.

He hums in response, "she's staying here?"

"For a few months," you inform him, "She's starting work in September, she'll go back in August."

"Does everyone know?" Jimin asks the one thing that's been on your mind since Ryuna had called you to let you know she's coming back.

You go silent and Jimin takes your silence as a 'no' to the answer of his question.

The atmosphere in the car is almost suffocating. Taehyung hasn't uttered a word in response to the topic, and that usually meant he wasn't happy about something. It made you feel guilty, there was already a lot going on in both their heads, there was enough on their plate, the only thing you'd accomplished was added more for them to worry about.

"She shouldn't come back," Jimin says after a while.

You don't say anything in response, instead letting him say what he needed to.

"If grandfather finds out, you can only imagine what he'll do."

You know. You'd thought about it countless times. If everyone finds out, you could only imagine what they'll do. Grandfather would make her life a living hell.

"I know," you simply say, not knowing what else to say. Knowing how iffy this topic was, not only between the three of you, but throughout both your families, it made the thought of her return worse.

You even vividly remembered how traumatic the months after she'd left were. But more than you, it was Jimin who felt her absence the most, he became quiet, barely keeping a social life, he solely went from work to home and from home to work. It was his fiancée that had left so abruptly after all, his girlfriend of four years, you didn't blame him. Of course, after all that happened, you started to see the old Jimin come back after some time had passed. But it didn't take you long to realize that it wasn't the old Jimin you were seeing, it was the new Jimin. The new Jimin that only looked like he was doing well.

"We're here," Taehyung announces after what seems like an eternity. The enthusiasm in his voice no longer.

All three of you silently get out of the car. An unknowing tenseness in the atmosphere.

Walking into the club did nothing to help the sour mood, all you saw was flashing lights and all you heard was music blasting on huge speakers.

The three of you seem to be thinking the same as you all walk directly towards the bar at the end of the club.

"A Mezcal for me," you tell the bartender.

"Dry Chincón please," Jimin orders.

And Taehyung of course was staying sober for the sake of driving the three of you home.

You're silent while waiting for your drinks, watching people dancing out their worries, couples making out with each other, grinding on each other and what not.

"I'll be back, washroom," Taehyung informs you and Jimin, walking off in a direction where you assumed the restroom was.

You and Jimin stand in silence in Taehyung's absence.

"Hoseok's done a nice job on this one, don't you think?" Jimin finally speaks, trying to start a casual conversation.

"Oh yeah, definitely. It's really nice, he always outdoes himself" you respond.

"That's Hoseok alright," Jimin chuckles a little.

Another silence washes over the two of you. You take a glance at Jimin, his smile's already faltered. You sigh.

Another few minutes pass in silence before the bartender gives you your drinks.

You take a sip, enjoying the bitter taste of alcohol running down your throat. Running your eyes around the crowd once again, the same bodies swaying to the beat of the song playing on the loudspeakers. You watch everyone unfazed, well that is until your eyes find Taehyung. And he wasn't alone.

He seemed to be coming back from the same corner of the club he'd gone to, but this time, there was a girl latched onto his arm. Aside from your eyes finding the girl familiar, you could tell Taehyung looked quite uncomfortable.

"Is that.. Hina?" Jimin asks in disbelief. "No way," you shut your eyes in disbelief, clearly your exhaustion at the moment wasn't enough. Hina. Of all the people you could've bumped into at a club, it just had to be Hina.

"Didn't she get transferred back to Japan?" Jimin asks in doubt.

"The last time I checked, yes," you confirm to the confused looking man.

You watch as the figure of Taehyung and Hina in the mere corner of the club comes closer to the two of you standing by the bar with your respective drinks in your hands. Until, eventually the two of them stopped before you. You could make out a look of disgust on Taehyung's face. Both you and Jimin give Hina a tight smile. She smiles back feverishly, her grip on Taehyung tightening at the sight of you.

"Hi, Mr. Park," she greets Jimin with an enthusiastic smile.

Jimin doesn't respond, instead nods, no sign of politeness or enthusiasm at the sight of the woman who tried to initiate sexual deeds with Taehyung for a raise. Taehyung, of course, was disgusted and gave her a transfer letter to Japan. How, and why she's back here, you have no idea.

"I was in the bathroom, when I came out, I just so happened to run into Mr. Kim," she says shyly, "we were just catching up, isn't that so Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung pulls his arm out of the woman's grip and clears his throat, "yes." Though his face was giving you a clear 'no'.

"Let's go dance Mr. Kim," she says, tugging at his shirt's sleeve.

Taehyung seems not to have much of a choice and agrees to go with her. She smiles at her victory and gives you a dirty look before leaving with Taehyung.

You watch Taehyung with an amused grin, he seemed to be having the most dreadful time of his life.

"Wait until I tell him you were laughing at him," Jimin threatens.

At this you burst out laughing, "I can't help it, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him."

"No way, you've got it all wrong," Jimin says sarcastically, "he's having the time of this life."

Your eyes trail over from Jimin to Taehyung who had a face of utter disgust and outrage at the woman who was currently grinding on him.

"Keep an eye out Y/N, we'll lose our driver if he goes home with her tonight," he comments on the scene unfolding before him, taking a sip of his drink.

"As if he's going to go home with her," you scoff, "first off, he hates her. Second, she's anything but his type."

"You seem to know a lot about his type," Jimin interrogates with a grin on his face.

"Shut up," you spat, "I happen to be his best friend."

Jimin almost laughs at that last bit. You punch his arm, "you're such an ass."

"You are what you eat," he shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "anyways, as I was saying; he hates her, she's anything but his type, and he's left that sleeping around phase a while ago," you reference to Taehyung's early days as a CEO, four years ago. The workload was so new to him, the only way he relieved his stress was with hook ups.

Though he eventually got used to his job and left that habit in the past.

Now that you think about it, Taehyung has only had two relationships he's actually committed to. Which was surprising knowing how diligent and committed to work he's always been, whether that be in high school, in university, or as a CEO. "He's at the age of marriage now," you say in a satire manner. Jimin almost laughs at your attempt in mocking Mrs. Kim's words.

"I've overheard them talking a few times," you share the piece of information with him. "They want to get him married soon."

Jimin sighs, "I know. They've been talking about it for a while now, for both of us."

"Both of you?" Your eyes widen.

He nods, "yeah, I think it's about time I listen to them, maybe it's for the best anyways. They've been at it for the past two years."

You knew Jimin's parents had been bugging him to get married ever since Ryuna ran away, but you didn't expect Jimin to agree to the whole marriage thing.

You were surprised when both your families had happily agreed for Ryuna and Jimin's marriage two years ago. Ryuna and Jimin had been dating for four years—they were madly in love, none of you were sure what to expect when they broke the news to everyone, but it was a relief they were happy with the relationship. But what none of you expected was for their marriage to be in talks so early, they both were young after all, Ryuna was only twenty-four and Jimin was twenty-eight. However, Jimin happily proposed and Ryuna happily accepted. Things came together. Both your families were over the moon happy, and the wedding preparations had begun almost immediately.

As for Jimin and Ryuna, they'd even bought their own house—ready to reside in it in four months, after their wedding.

There were only two weeks left before the wedding, you were already working as the CEO of the company and your grandfather had insisted for Ryuna to take your place in the company before the wedding so you could be appointed as chairwoman. Ryuna didn't want that, she wanted to pursue the career of her dreams, she wanted to be a writer, she'd always dreamed of being one. She argued for hours that day, with grandfather, with mom, with dad, to let her go, to let her do what she wanted to, but they all refused.

And so that night, she left. America, a land of opportunity, as they called it. She began her writing career there.

She wondered if she'd be able to live without you, without mom, without dad, but she grew accustomed to it eventually. But the one person who's absence she couldn't fill in those two years was Jimin. You couldn't even count how many times she'd called you at the most absurd hours of day, drunk and crying over how much she missed him, but she didn't have the guts to call him, to talk to him, not once. And there wasn't much you could do except feel pity for her.

"You're gonna let her go that easily? I know why she's coming back, and it's not for me," you tell him, sighing.

"And what? Do you think she's going to come back and everyone's going to be over the moon? They're going to accept our relationship? Do you think grandfather's going to accept her with open arms?" Jimin questions. "I think you're forgetting she ran away from home, she ran away from her duties at the company. They're not going to let her step foot in that house, you know that."

Tears well in your eyes at this, you didn't know if it was the alcohol or everything overwhelming you. You knew Jimin didn't feel anything of that for Ryuna himself, he still loved her the same he did back then, but you knew everything he said was true, they aren't going to accept her anymore.

"I miss her," you say after a while, your voice breaking.

"Me too," Jimin responds, his voice sounding almost distant.

You try to find Taehyung in the crowd once again, wanting to distract yourself.

You chuckle at the scene before you, Taehyung was pulling Hina off him and respectfully handing her back to one of her friends. He looked quite disturbed. You see Jimin smiling as Taehyung makes his way back to the two of you. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Jimin snickers once Taehyung's standing in front of you.

"Don't push it, hyung," Taehyung says through gritted teeth.

Jimin shrugs.

"For fucks sake, she was grinding on me like no tomorrow," Taehyung says in disgust.

"Fun, huh?" You try not to laugh.

"Oh please, I couldn't even get hard," he scoffs.

"Ouch, was it that bad?" You ask in amusement.

"You have no idea," he takes a breath, glad the woman was finally off him.

"Let's get you home," you smile warmly at the man. The day had been long, the one thing you all needed was rest, not a club. "I think that's enough clubbing for a day." Jimin and Taehyung both nod in agreement.

You quickly down the rest of your drink and place it on the counter for someone to take.

You put an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and the other around Jimin's. "I'm so tired," you tell them groggily.

They both smile at you. You could tell the alcohol was starting to get to you now.

"Taehyung," you say his name a little too loud. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "yes, Y/N?"

"Can you take me to your home, please," you say with a pout you knew he could never resist.

He chuckles, "alright."

"You want me to drop you off at home, or do you wanna stay over too?" Taehyung directs the question to Jimin.

"I'll be fine on my own," Jimin laughs, "don't worry about me, clearly I can tolerate alcohol, unlike someone," Jimin scoffs.

"Yah," you yell, "I am not drunk, okay. Just slightly buzzed," you insist.

"You take her home, I'll get home fine," Jimin tells Taehyung, knowing he's going to have to drop him off home first which would take longer.

"You sure?" Taehyung asks in doubt.

"Yeah," Jimin gives the younger one a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine.

"Alright," Taehyung confirms, "don't go out drinking again," Taehyung warns, knowing his brother too well.

Jimin chuckles, "I won't."

"Alright then, let's get you home, shall we?" Taehyung says to you.

You hum in response, following Taehyung to his car, turning around to see Jimin walking the other way, back into the club. You sigh and turn your attention back to Taehyung. He helps you into the passenger seat, and walks around the car, helping himself into the driver seat.

"Seatbelt?" Taehyung points at your obviously unfastened seat belt.

"Can you do it for me?" You grin sheepishly at him.

He rolls his eyes and leans closer, pulling the seat belt from your right and fastening it to your left. You keep your sight on him, eyes full of adoration for your best friend.

"You're such a baby," he smiles, stroking a thumb on your cheek.

He sits back in his seat and fastens his own seatbelt. He keeps a hand on the steering wheel, the other behind your seat, he looks through the back window as the car makes its way out of the parking spot. Once the car was on the road, you watched as Taehyung drove effortlessly. He was already manspreading, with one foot on the escalator, he had one hand on the steering and the other lay in his lap.

He glances at you once he catches you ogling at him at a red light. "What?"

"You look hot." you say nonchalantly, shrugging and looking the other way, out the window.

Taehyung doesn't seem taken aback. "Is that so?" He teases.

You hum in response.

"And what makes you say that?" He raises a brow, thinking about his normal work attire.

"What? Can't I call my best friend hot?" You inquire.

"Of course you can, especially when your best friend's been named the world's most handsome and sexiest man," he boasts.

"Yeah, yeah", you scoff.

The next few minutes pass in silence, the songs playing on the radio softly in the background. And that eventually drives you to slumber.

You don't know when you ended up falling asleep or how long you've taken a nap in Taehyung's car, but you're awoken by the sound of Taehyung's baritone voice calling your name sweetly.

Your eyes refuse to open—you're that tired. You whine a little in response, wanting nothing other than to sleep at the moment.

"We're home, Y/N," Taehyung says softly.

"We are?" You mumble in your sleep.

He hums in response. But you don't have the energy to move.

You don't hear Taehyung's voice after that, which perks your curiosity, instead you hear a bit of shuffling. And before you could open your eyes, you feel Taehyung's arm snaking under your legs and behind your back. Your eyes flutter open to see Taehyung's face up close—a sight to see as soon as you wake up.

He pulls you into his arms and you put your own arms around his neck, securing yourself.

"Now you wake up," he scoffs.

"Asshole," you reply, not having the energy to think of anything else.

"Goddamn, you've gotten heavy," he jokes, and you know he's lying by the way he's carrying you facilely.

"Definitely an asshole," you mumble, half asleep again. He chuckles.

Your eyelids are half open as you're unable to fall back to sleep due to the constant movement. You keep your eyes on Taehyung as he carries you from the car to the elevator, which eventually stops on the 25th floor.

"Can I put you down?" He asks once he's halted outside his penthouse's door.

You nod, and he places you on the ground to stand for your own. You watch as he taps the code to his house, the code you knew very well—you were that one that made it after all. After a high pitched beep, the door unlocks itself. He pushes it open and you step in, welcomed by the warmth of his luxury apartment.

You take off your black heels and place them in the rack inside the double doored closet. Turning around you see Taehyung reciprocating your actions. You take a step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. You feel his arms gently wrapping around your waist.

"What happened?" He asks tenderly.

"Nothing," you respond from the crook of his neck, "I'm just tired."

"Are you sure? I'll make you some tea," he offers, to which you decline immediately, you knew he was just as tired as you were, you'd feel guilty making him do unnecessary work for you.

"Can you carry me to bed?" You request.

And of course, how could Taehyung have refused you? "Of course."

Once again, he picks you up. Carrying you down the foyer and up the white, wooden stairs. He nudges the door to your room—as you called it—with his knee and walks in.

The mattress dips as your weight is put on it after he gently places you on the bed.

You realized you were still in your work clothes, but you were too tired to care about that right now.

"Goodnight," he says to you, smiling at you warmly.

But you don't want him to go. Your hand latches onto the hem of his blazer's sleeve as he turns around to leave the room. He turns back around to face you, giving you a look of question.

"Can you stay here, please," you plead.

With everything you'd talked to Jimin about, nothing seemed right to you at the moment, his words ringing in your head. You needed Taehyung's comfort.

He notices the gloom in your eyes and nods immediately. Though, at that moment he needed your comfort too, with everything going on at the company, he was really stressed. You move over and let him slide into the covers. He turns and looks at you, you look at him. You find his hand from under the cover and lock it with yours, bringing it to your chest and hugging it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he says softly, brushing hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"I miss her," you tell him, a lone tear falling from your eye.

"She's coming back isn't she?" Taehyung furrows his brows.

"They all hate her," you choke out.

"Hey," he says, stroking your hair, "it's all going to be alright, I promise you."

You sniffle, not knowing if you should be awaiting your sister's arrival, or be calling it dreaded.

You bring your head to his chest. His heart aches for you. "It's going to be okay, I promise you it will," he reassures you.

He knew it wasn't much for you to grasp onto, but he hoped he was of some help to your current state.

But you knew that his comfort alone was enough for you to relax.

Taking a deep breath and snuggling closer to him, you feel your eyes heavy from sleep, you fall asleep in Taehyung's arms—spending the night wondering if you'd hallucinated or dreamed of a peck placed in your hair.

You woke up with an arm wrapped around your waist. Turning around, you see Taehyung sleeping soundly.

He was still wearing his suit from yesterday. You move closer and loosen his tie, smiling at the sight of him sleeping, he looked absolutely adorable. Taehyung has always reminded you of a puppy when he sleeps. Completely the opposite of his intimidating personality from work.

His well kept hair from yesterday was practically everywhere now. You move it out of his face. His hair was definitely getting longer by the day, and he looked absolutely stunning.

Once you've completely digested the sight of him, you carefully move his arm off your waist, careful not to wake him up, he must've been tired.

You feel awfully stiff after sleeping in your work clothes, the first thing you wanted to do was take a shower. You gather something presentable-looking from your collection of clothes present in Taehyung's house.

The rest of the morning seemed to go uneventful for a Saturday morning.

Upon getting out of the shower, Taehyung was still sleeping, and so you let him get his sleep.

The house seemed eerily quiet due to Taehyung's absence.

You were planning to make the one thing you'd mastered in cooking—pancakes, but you decided to wait for Taehyung to wake up since he loved pancakes himself.

Pouring yourself a coffee, you made your way to Taehyung's study. You made yours3elf comfortable and decided to finish off some work while Taehyung was sleeping.

An hour or two had passed, the house cleaners had come around to clean the house as usual.

You'd finished two cups of coffee and quite a bit of your work. It was now nearing noon, and you were starving, Taehyung still hadn't woken up.

You decide to go check on him. Walking up the stairs, you're preoccupied, replying to an email from an employee regarding a matter from the company.

You walked into the room absent minded. Seeing that the door was partially open, the way you'd left it two hours ago. Eyes still on your phone, you tsk at how pathetic this employee was at his job.

"What happened?" You hear the heavy and deep voice you know too well.

You look over to the bed where you last remember leaving a sleeping Taehyung, yet the voice that resonated throughout the room wasn't coming from there. You avert your eyes to the room's walk-in closest where Taehyung stood. A white undershirt clung onto the upper half of his body, while a pair of black basketball shorts covered his lower half.

"Huh? Oh—uh—yeah, it was just something about work," you quickly say.

"Is everything alright?" He asks nonchalantly, turning around and walking out of the grand walk-in closet, it was nothing compared to the one in his room of course. This one was solely a spare to fit all the clothes he couldn't fit in his well organized closet.

Your eyes can't help but stare at his back muscles flexing as he closes the double doored closet.

"Oh yeah, just something about the deal with Samsung. Don't worry about it, I'll have it sorted out," you inform him, quite distracted by the view of his quite exposed upper body.

He hums in response, walking to the ensuite bathroom, drying his hair with a white towel.

"Slept well?" you ask after finally remembering why you were here in the first place. He lolls his head to you in confusion.

"It's almost two in the afternoon, Taehyung," you inform him.

Taehyung doesn't seem phased at the revelation, he knows he sleeps like a baby when you're with him. Well sometimes that is, most times he can't sleep a wink.

He turns his head back to you, "yeah, noticeably well," he states. And you can tell, he seems much less tired and stressed. "You?"

"Fairly well," you shrug. He knows you've always struggled with sleep, so he's content that you've gotten a decent amount of sleep.

You watch silently as he pats some of his moisturizer onto his face then runs his hand full of argan oil through his hair. "So, what're you up to today?" He asks casually, attempting to style his hair.

"Nothing much, really," you say from the place you're seated on the bed, "I finished up some work while you were sleeping." You finish as he gives up on his hair.

Once he's finished, he turns to face you, wanting to say something more, but he disregards it, alternatively, a small smile making way on his face as he notices your choice of clothing for the day. Despite the hot weather outdoors, the air conditioning was doing a pretty great job at fulfilling it's duty indoors, so you decided to wear Taehyung's white Calvin Klein hoodie—your favourite one. And of course a pair of your black shorts that weren't visible under the hoodie reaching your mid thigh. And the whiff of Taehyung's cologne was only one of the reasons why you loved stealing clothes from his closet every now and then. And you knew he loved it too.

Your eyes trail him as he doesn't bother to put on a t-shirt of any sort over the undervest, instead taking the white towel that he once used to dry his hair. and effortlessly draping it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

"What did you eat?" He asks, glancing at your direction. You don't answer knowing you were about to get told off by him just about now. And your silence gives him his answer.

"I asked you something," and this time it isn't in the soft playful voice he'd previously asked you the same question in.

"I wasn't hungry," you mumble, wanting to scoff at how much Taehyung treats you like a child. He doesn't say anything, rather using his 'CEO' face as you called it, jaw clenched, eyes giving a piercing stare. He much too often used this face when someone does something to his disliking, the one stone cold expression all his employees feared—not you though.

You almost snort, "gotta be a dumb one to think that's gonna work on me."

He looks away from you in frustration, taking a sharp breath, almost scoffing. "Why didn't you eat?"

"You were sleeping," you tell him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So?" He brings his gaze back on you, "you're free to do anything you please in my house Ms. Y/L/N, that is with or without my presence. I hope you are aware of that."

Imitating him, you decide to use your own professional voice. "I understand your concern Mr. Kim. However, I am very much aware of the fact," you respond.

"I was only waiting for you to wake up because I was going to make pancakes, and I know how much you love pancakes," you tell him, dropping the voice.

His expression softens and he walks towards you. "You're such a dumbass," he smiles, caressing your cheek as you look up at him with the doe eyes you loved giving him every once in a while.

"Come on now, don't give me those eyes," he chuckles, "let's get you something to eat." But you frown instead, teasing him further—or maybe you just loved it when he babies you.

But putting aside the verbal response you were expecting, he lets outs an exasperated sigh, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Kim Taehyung! Put me down!" You shout as he takes you downstairs. And of course, he doesn't listen to you, not even regarding your figure over his sturdy shoulder.

Finally coming to a halt in front of the kitchen island's bar stool, he places you in one of the gray chairs. You move the disheveled hair out of your face, glaring at the man before you with your infamous cat eyes.

"Fuck you Kim Taehyung," you scowl in a whisper, giving him the finger from under the island platform, careful not to give Ms. Lee who was cooking something in the kitchen is a show of your childish behaviour.

Taehyung who was trying to do the same, leans into your ear, "now, if that's something on your bucket list, I doubt I can help you."

"Real classy, Mr. Kim," you land him a punch on his shoulder.

He rubs his shoulder as though you've injured him immensely, you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Easy there on the violence, Tiger," he teases with the nickname he's called you starting your high school days, mostly due to your violent behaviour when it came to him. "I already feel bad for your future spouse," he starts, walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of water, "I wonder how they're going to deal your annoying ass 24/7."

"Could say the same about you, Kim," you scoff, "I'm pretty sure that you're aware that your parents are wanting to get you married soon. I feel bad for that misfortunate person."

The sudden thought of your best friend's future as a husband almost has you snickering. You loved him, of course, but him being your best friend, he was an absolute pain in the ass. Although, with his parents already talking about getting him married soon, he's definitely going to have to drop the attitude. His ego was too large for his own good, which is why it surprised you that he hadn't already confronted his parents regarding the whole 'marriage' thing. But you knew Taehyung, he knew it was no good objecting because he didn't plan on getting into a serious relationship anytime soon either way. He was already too engrossed in work, it was best that he agreed with his parents for once and married a woman of their choice.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks, taking your amusement as an insult. Placing the cup of water next to you.

"Nothing," you snicker, "just the thought of you being a husband to someone is hilarious."

"And may I ask, how exactly is that amusing to you. For your information, I will be an amazing husband," he boasts.

"Oh yeah, definitely" you giggle.

He tilts his head, "oh, is that funny to you?"

"Very," you try to hold in your laughter as he nears you. But oh, he wasn't laughing anymore.

You slowly get off the chair, getting the hint that you were his morning—more like afternoon jog for the day. You take a run for behind the couch, but you're too slow for him, he grabs you by the waist, your back crashing against his chest.

"Gotta be faster than that, Tiger."

"Taehyung!" You yelp once his fingers dig through the fabric of his white hoodie, finding your tickle spot with perfection—and 28 years of practice.

"Taehyung!" Your squeals ring through the penthouse in between fits of laughter.

"Isn't that funny, huh?" Taehyung mocks you with the widest grin on his face.

"Taehyung!" You call out his name a last time, panting as his tickles come to a stop.

You turn around once you've caught your breath, looking at him with a menacing stare. "I thought I was about to spend my last few moments of life getting tickled by you," you say in disbelief, punching his arm as hard as you could, but clearly that seems to have no effect on him.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, but you're not having any of it. Frowning at him, you turn around and walk back to the kitchen island, glancing at Ms. Lee who'd been watching the two of you act like absolute children with a smile on her face.

You try not to look at Taehyung who was making his way to you. But you knew he'd never let you stay mad at him, even if it was just you being overly dramatic to have all of his attention to yourself.

"Y/N,' he calls your name at your back, you don't respond but you're already smiling. "Y/N," he calls again, but gets no response from you, so he turns the bar stool to face him, placing both his arms on the counter, trapping you. "Y/N," he starts again, trying to sound serious, but he can't help but smile after seeing your smiling face.

"You're so adorable," you say to him, caressing his cheek, the faint scent of aftershave lingering in the air between the two of you.

"Am I now?" He raises a brow. You nod. "The woman you marry, she's gonna be a lucky one," you smile.

"As for your future man," he looks in deep thought, "I need to approve of him first, because you deserve nothing but the best"

You almost laugh, you'd never thought of your marriage, the thought seemed absurd to you. "I don't plan on getting married anytime soon mister," you give him a look.

"Perfect," Taehyung exclaims. "That way I can bring my kids to your wedding and they can watch their aunt get married."

You feel something close of outrage and adoration at the sudden comment, but before you could say anything in response, Ms. Lee clearing her throat brings the two of you out of your world.

"The food's ready. I made Jjajangmyeon," she informs the two of you.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile, "thank you Ms. Lee."

The said woman bows and leaves, leaving you alone in Taehyung's company once again. He walks to the kitchen where two plates of Jjajangmyeon were placed. He brings both of them to the island where you were still sitting, waiting hungrily for food. He places the plate before you, insisting for you to eat.

"Do you have work?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat next to you with his plate of Jjajangmyeon.

"I did have some stuff I needed to finish up, but I finished it up for the most part, I might make a round at the company tomorrow to finish up some other things," you let him know.

He nods in understanding, "so for today?"

"Nothing much," you seem in thought at the lack of your plans for the day. "Oh yeah," you start as you remember the important event the two of you were to attend today. "We have to go Mom and Dad's house today, remember?"

You glance at Taehyung who seemed to be trying to pull out the specific event out of memory through the course of his overly hectic schedule.

"Right, right, that dinner she told us about two weeks ago," Taehyung finally seems to remember.

You hum in response, "Jimin's also coming." And it seems that Taehyung seems to have a more vivid memory of being informed of the event. Although you couldn't help but think there was a catch to this. It was very common for your families to have family dinners like this, but the one thing that seemed sceptical to you was the utter happiness in your mother's voice when she'd informed you of how important your attendance was this time. Jimin had been talking about settling down lately, could it be something about his marriage?

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out, cutting off your train of thought.

"Huh?"

"I called your name about five times? Are you okay?" Taehyung asks, giving you a concerned look. He knows you've been feeling a little uneasy lately, and you hate that he can read you so easily.

You sigh, "I don't know, Ryuna's coming back and they're probably going to talk about Jimin's marriage today. I know what Ryuna did was wrong, she shouldn't have done that to him, but I can't help but hope things would work out between them."

You can tell Taehyung feels bad and he understands what you're feeling but he wants to be honest with you.

"Y/N, I know how you feel. I've seen them together with my own eyes, but you can't expect her to come back and everything to go back to normal. I know Jimin loves her but I know him the best, he's never going to go back to her—for her own good. He loves her too much to have her come back to him and leave everything she's achieved in the past two years just like that. He's never going to do that."

"I know," you say softly.

Another silence spreads between the two of you where you eat blankly and Taehyung spares you glances.

"Do you think what she did was wrong?" You finally decide to ask.

Taehyung doesn't take a moment to hesitate with his answer, "no." And he wasn't answering with a 'no' to keep you happy, he meant it. "And I know Jimin feels the same. If she stayed here, neglecting her dreams to keep your parents, grandparents happy—to keep Jimin happy, she's just as much in the wrong as everybody else is right now," he tells you, "if I was in her place, I would've done the same." At Taehyung's words, you feel a little better about everything. Though you still felt grief for the once-couple, you decided to leave it aside.

Perhaps they're meant to be in another life.

"Taehyung, get up," you whine, trying to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

The weather seemed to have had a change of plans, and the beautiful sunny weather no longer seemed to linger through the summer skies after the clock neared two in the afternoon.

Gray clouds formed in the sky and it began raining before you could say 'pool'. And so, you and Taehyung—who had initially decided to have a pool day in his pool, decided to call off the plan and instead cuddle on the couch while watching a movie on Netflix and have wine.

You weren't so sure about the 'watching movie' part of the newly made plan—but Taehyung's part of the plan definitely worked out. Laying your head on Taehyung's chest while a blanket draped over the two of you and sipping wine—it was quite enjoyable you had to say.

It was after the wine that both your giggles resounded throughout the house as the two of you played endlessly under the whiteness of the covers, eventually putting both of you to sleep comfortably in each other's embrace.

It was a much needed nap you had to say, but didn't last long enough for your liking. Your mother just had to call when you were getting to the good part of your afternoon dreams.

You had hastily pulled yourself away from Taehyung's grasp over your waist, he was sleeping as though he hadn't just woken up three hours ago.

"Yes mom?" You say politely over the phone to greet your mother, trying to hide the rasp in your voice.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping? Did I wake you?" She asks in her concerned mother voice.

"No, no mom," you laugh, "I was about to wake up anyways, we have to leave soon," you look at the time it was already 4:15.

"We?" She asks with curiosity, "is Taehyung with you?"

Well shit. You may have just screwed up.

"Uh—yeah, I'm at his apartment, I came home with him last night, he picked me up from work," you tell her, attempting to sound casual, but you knew very well that your mother had a mind of her own. She was only going to hear the parts she wanted to.

"Oh alright. Where is he? I need to speak with him," she asks nonchalantly.

"He's sleeping. Was it anything important, I was about to wake him up anyways," you say quickly, trying to sound as relaxed as you could sound.

Your mother's silent for a moment, probably connecting one and one and making things seem the way they clearly were not, but you could see why they could possibly seem that way.

"Right," your mother speaks, clearing her throat. You could hear the hint of amusement in her voice already.

'Kim Taehyung, I am going to kill you.' You knew the said man had nothing to do with the situation, but his involvement made the situation worse. Hence, blaming everything on him seemed the most appropriate.

"It wasn't anything important. I just wanted to remind him about the dinner tonight, but I'm hoping you can pass on the message to him," she says to you.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. We'll be there on time," you reassure her.

"Okay." she laughs a little, "I'll leave you two to it."

Your eyes widen, "mom! We're not—we—there's nothing like that between us."

"Y/N," you hear Taehyung's raspy bed voice from beside you—most probably disturbed by your loud voice as you spoke to your mother, his grip around your waist tightening.

"Mom, he's my best friend, nothing more and nothing less, okay?" You try to convince her, but if she was unconvinced then, she was even more—so now after hearing Taehyung's voice calling out your name in such a way.

God, you were about to strangle this man.

"I'll take your word for it," she says, completely unconvinced, "don't be late, your father's waiting."

"Okay," you respond with a sulk in your voice.

And that leads you to attempting to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

"Kim Taehyung." you say sternly, using the sternest voice you could muster up. You watch as his eyes flutter open. And that's all you needed to go off on him.

"How much stupider can you get," you curse, chucking a pillow at his head which he unfortunately ducks.

"What the hell did I do now?" He looks at you with utter confusion.

"My mother thinks we're fucking—or worse, dating," you tell him, feeling disgust at the sentence itself.

"Can't imagine why," he mumbles under his breath looking at the current position the two of you were currently in.

You smack the side of his head, earning a grunt from him which has you smiling proudly in victory.

"It's not funny" you say through gritted teeth.

"Right, right," he brushes it off, "so now care to explain how this is my fault."

"I had her convinced until you said my name like that. Now she thinks there's something going on between us," you explain.

"Me saying your name like that has her thinking we're fucking?" He says in outrage, "that isn't even close to anything sexual," he scoffs. "See, now if I did something like this," he starts, leaning down to your ear sensually. You take a breath and lick your lips, quickly pushing him off you before his 'demonstration' could escalade. You see him chuckling at your fluttered state as you get off the couch.

Your eyes divert to another pillow lying on the couch. You pick it up and throw it at him, he catches it before it lands on his face. "Do me a favour and get dressed, we're leaving in thirty."

It was the last thing you uttered to him before marching upstairs.

The moment you're standing outside your parent's estate—with Taehyung to your right in jeans and a black button up tucked into the jeans, the sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons of the shirt undone, giving you a glimpse of the honey tanned, toned chest, you can't help but feel slightly nervous. You couldn't tell if it was because you hadn't seen everyone in a while.

The two of you had gotten the idea that this family dinner was a lot different than the family dinners that had been arranged in the past, which is why you'd decided to go for something a little for formal and conservative than you usually would for one of these dinners; a white silk shirt tucked into black jeggings.

You hear some shuffling behind the closed doors once ringing the doorbell.

The oak wood, double doored doors swung open to reveal Jimin standing in all his glory; a royal blue silk dress shirt covering his upper body. Similarly to Taehyung, the shirt was tucked into his jeans and the sleeves rolled up—the sight could be quite the distraction as the shirt's sleeves hugged his bicep's every curve.

"Took you two a while," he says, mischief glinting through his eyes. "Rumor has it you two are dating."

"Oh please," you roll your eyes, helping yourself into the house. "There's nothing of that sort going on."

He hums in response and Taehyung follows your lead into the house.

"I'll take your word for it."

"Please shut up, you sound like mom," you say in disgust, immediately changing the topic. "Anyways, what's all this about?" You refer to the dinner.

You notice the way Jimin tenses a little, "I—well, I'm engaged."

You freeze, and you see the way Taehyung does too. "You're what?" Taehyung questions before you could.

"I'm engaged," Jimin says again.

"You're joking," Taehyung almost laughs, convinced this is a prank.

"I'm not," Jimin says, looking away.

You didn't want to interfere in a conversation between two brothers, but you had too many questions. "When did this happen? And why are we just finding out about this?"

"Last week," he says, unable to make eye contact with either of you. "I didn't want to tell you just yet."

"Were you waiting for us to find out through someone else? Are you crazy?" You almost yell, feeling betrayed by the man standing before you

"I didn't want everyone to tell you today and you two having no idea what was going on so—"

"So you're telling us now?" Taehyung interrupts, he can hear the rage in his voice.

"Yes, that's exactly why," Jimin responds with equally as much rage in his voice as Taehyung, You had no idea why Jimin was angry, but he seemed more pissed at himself more than anything.

"Is this why you broke up with Kiana?" You interrogate.

"No—"

Jimin starts, but he's cut off by a feminine voice, "Jimin, mom sent you to open the door, what's taking so long?"

You turn to face the familiar voice, "Jihyo?" You call out, pulling her into an embrace. "When did you come back?"

"This morning," she chirps.

"You didn't even tell me your sister's back, hyung? What else are you hiding from us, a child?" Taehyung says in disbelief.

"Well, I may have told him not to tell you guys," she says, pulling Taehyung into a hug, which he accepts with a smile. "I wanted it to be a surprise. But as for the whole engagement thing, he didn't tell me either," she scoffs, glaring at her brother.

"Well at least we weren't the only ones put in the dark," you spat.

"Tell me about it, I came back to find out my brother's engaged, he didn't even bother to tell me," she tells you. "Anyways, we should go before someone comes looking for us."

You all follow Jihyo into the great room where you see Jimin's mother, Taehyung's mother, your mother, and both your grandmothers seated, all engrossed in a conversation they seemed to be enjoying. They all look pleased at the sight of you and Taehyung.

"God, you guys took forever," Taehyung's mother, who you often refer to as 'ma' says. Pulling you into a hug, "I haven't seen you in weeks, where have you been dear?"

"I've just been busy, you know how it is at the company," you respond with a smile

"Ah of course, always working hard," she looks at you with love and adoration, she's always looking at you as if you were her own daughter. "If only my good- for-nothing son could learn something from you," she says, hitting the back of Taehyung's head.

"Ow, mom," he exclaims, "I work just as hard Y/N," he scoffs.

"It's true," you shrug, you've seen it with your own eyes, why would you lie.

"See, Y/N's the only one who loves me here," he grins, coming to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours.

Everyone in the room had their eyes on you, but neither of you seemed to care—too lost in your own world. But you were pretty sure everyone would've gotten used to the physical affection between you two by now.

"Yeah, right," you roll your eyes.

Taehyung's mother, who was fondly looking at both of you, finally looks away.

"Jimin-ah, why don't you and Taehyung go to the other room," she tells Jimin.

"Your grandfather's been waiting for your arrival," she informs Taehyung.

He nods, letting go of you, you already feel an empty presence behind you as he detaches himself from you

"Don't drink too much," he whispers in your ear once noticing the bottles of soju placed on the coffee table, reminding you of yesterday's adventures at the club.

You smack his chest, not caring if everyone was watching you, let alone his own mother, "Fuck off," you say in the same low tone he'd spoken to you in.

"Are you sure?" He says, glancing down subtly at his crotch as your eyes follow his line of vision.

"You're so gross." you spat, though you can't help but smile at his antics.

Pushing his larger figure over to Jimin, who gladly walks the man out of the room. And you would've almost missed the lazy grin that Taehyung gave in your direction once turning around, but your eyes were already glued to him how could you have missed it?

You smile back at him, shaking your head in disbelief at how child-like a grown man looking like him could act.

Turning your attention away from Taehyung once the cousin duo had walked out of the room, you turned your attention back to the ladies in the room who you were now stuck with until dinner would be served. Aside from Jihyo, who you were anticipating a long conversation with about how her studies went in Japan, the rest of the hour already seemed like a pain to you.

Insanely enough, you missed Taehyung's company already.

"Yeah, and then she ended up marrying her boyfriend," Jimin's mother says in outrage. "Can you believe that? Her fiancé was perfect, but she left him for her boyfriend!"

It'd been over an hour, and you were beyond bored. You'd been listening to god knows what gossip for the past you didn't even know how long.

"And then what, mom? What did her parents say?" Jihyo asks her mother eagerly, she seemed to be enjoying this too much.

"You're having a little too much fun huh?" Jimin's mother says, giving her daughter a look.

"Yeah, well, I'm just trying to know for research purposes. What if the same happens to Jimin? Or whenever Taehyung gets engaged," she makes up the lamest excuse you've ever heard.

"Don't you worry about them," Taehyung's mother says, "Jimin's fiancée's an angel. And as for Taehyung, I already have someone in mind for him, don't worry about him."

As the thoughts swim through your head, Jimin and Taehyung appear at the door. "Dinner's ready," Jimin announces, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.

A sigh of relief washes over you at the thought of getting out of this, and also at the familiar sight of Taehyung.

You quickly get out of your seat and walk up to Taehyung, "I almost died of boredom. I swear even board meetings aren't this boring," you exaggerate.

"Oh yeah, and I was having so much fun back there," he retorts, not missing a moment to jab at you. "I'd rather have just continued whatever we left off with at home."

Heat rushes to your cheeks thinking of what you'd left off at home. But surely he was talking about the incomplete movie—the movie you'd fallen asleep halfway through.

You see Jimin giving both of you a look, "so the rumours are true then?"

"Oh shut up, he was talking about the movie we were watching," you give him a little punch on his bicep.

"Anyways," you address Taehyung once again, "it can't have been worse than whatever they were talking about here," you scoff. "She was having too much fun," you point at Jihyo who now stood next to you.

"What? It was entertaining," she shrugs. "And besides, I got information out of them, aunty has everything ready." she tells Taehyung, "you're the next victim. She says she has someone in mind for you already."

Taehyung almost groans, "they just have too much fun with this, huh?"

"It's okay, she'll divorce you in less than a year. No one can stand your annoying ass anyways," you say nonchalantly.

"You can," he replies, giving you a smug look.

"Unfortunately, I hold that power. But to your misfortune, I'm not the one you're getting married to, am I, Kim?" You retort, giving him a look.

"I can change that," he says to you, shamelessly.

"Get a room, you two," Jihyo says with raised brows. "Have they always been like this or did I miss something while I was gone?" She asks her brother.

To which he responds with a look of question himself, "a little bit of both I guess."

"Shut up," you say to both of them, trying not to seem affected by Taehyung's comment.

"It was a little joke, baby sis," Taehyung says to Jihyo, "learn to take a joke, you two," he rolls his eyes.

"Thought you said dinner's ready," you remind the three of them, taking a lead in walking to the dining hall.

Finally being alone, you let Taehyung's words sink in. 'I can change that'. What an unabashed man, he really couldn't go a minute without teasing you, huh? You really can't even imagine what could've gone through his mind to make such a remark, but you decide to push it to the back of your mind.

"Why so stuck up all the time?" You hear Taehyung's voice say from beside you as he bumps your shoulder with his.

"Me?" Your eyes widen, "I'm stuck up all the time?" You almost laugh. "You've been joking around a little too much nowadays, mister."

"Someone's gotta have a sense of humour around here," he says matter-of-factly as you approach the dining hall where everyone appeared to be taking their seats. You see an empty chair at the side of the glass table where you take a seat.

"Taehyung-ah, why don't you take a seat next to Y/N?" Taehyung's father insists.

Taehyung gladly accepts the invitation. Prompting himself next to you, he gives you a small smile, which you return with a devilish one, taking the opportunity to pinch his thigh.

But your attempt is failed since you could barely make it past the thick fabric of the jeans. Now it was Taehyung's turn to give you a devilish smile.

"You've really got to get better than that, tiger. You've stayed in my company for this long, is this what I've taught you?" He ridicules you.

"You always catch me at my worst, Taehyung," your face displaying a sour expression.

"What happened?" Taehyung's mother asks, concerned at seeing you sulking.

"Nothing ma, your son just loves to bully me," you tell her nonchalantly.

She sighs, "you two are never going to grow up, are you?"

"Don't plan on it in the long term, nope," Taehyung responds.

You take this opportunity to, this time, nip at Taehyung's forearm from under the table. Hoping to get a reaction out of him, but to your misfortune, he doesn't budge.

"Careful there kitten, wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of me," Taehyung says into your ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it, you respond, looking up at him with a testing smile.

"Shall we get started then?" Your grandfather announces.

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Kim Taehyung never really had anything important in his life besides his mom, cute small dog, and his paintings that was until he met you. Shy, quiet, sassy, funny, bossy, and pretty. Who knew something other than his paintings would stress Taehyung the fuck out, who knew the shy and quiet girl was driving the Kim Taehyung crazy, who knew he was slowly but surely falling in love.

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Summary: It wouldn't be fair to say Jayden is the only pediatric patient Nurse Tae adores, but he's definitely one of his favorites. And Jayden's mom Sydney is the sort of parent who makes a shift in the PICU ward enjoyable, but that's neither here nor there, because at the end of the day, Taehyung is a professional. He has a job to do, a job that is to take care of the children and their families during their stressful stay in the PICU ward. Catching feelings is definitely not allowed.

Pediatric Nurse Taehyung x Single Mom OC

CW: hospital stay, sick child, references to medical things, stress/angst around having a kid in the hospital, spoilers for Avengers Infinity War, domestic fluff, romance, explicit sex Note: While Jayden has had multiple surgeries and has a heart condition, this is a happy story with a bright future. No character death or terminal illness or anything in this story, though there is reference to a prior loss.

Part One 11,581 words  Part Two 9,130 words  Part Three 11,974 words 

Complete, but characters will reappear in a future story so stay tuned 😉

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[livingformintyoongi]

Hi!!!, How are you, I just read your one shot of Tae, called "Misunderstanding" and I loved it 💕, I wanted to ask you for one of him, where reader has had a bad day and is feeling a bit down, Tae realizing this, does a lot of things to comfort her, like cuddling.

Take your time to do it, thanks~ 💜💜.

Just another bad day

a/n: Hi! Thanks for making this request and for having loved "Misunderstanding", I really love this kind of situations, I was so excited to do this ^^. I hope it's what you expected, and sorry for the delay, I'm doing the requests in order and it's really hard to do more than one in one day. wc: 1.9k

You had had bad days in your life, like that time when you erased your thesis and had to do it from scratch, or that other time when your puppy disappeared for hours because the girl who was supposed to take care of it had left the door open. You could go on listing all the bad days you've had in your life, but this one? This one topped them all.

It all started when you woke up and realized that your alarm had decided not to go off this morning. To get to work on time, you were supposed to get up at six-thirty at the latest. It was eight o'clock. You decided that taking a bath wasn't important enough, you could do it at night without any problem. You got dressed as fast as you could and ran to the bus stop.

You were only a few feet away when it pulled away, leaving you at the stop, praying that the next bus would arrive as soon as possible. You gave up after ten minutes. You approached the edge of the sidewalk, trying to see if there were any cabs coming that you could hop into. 

For a second, you thought your luck had changed the instant you saw a cab approach you and accept the ride. That illusion was lost along with the car's gasoline when you were still half way there. You had no choice but to pay the fare and run half the way to work.

When you saw the big sign with the company's name on it, you almost cried with happiness. You crossed the street, this time much calmer, you still had 10 minutes left before the start time. 

But this was absolutely nothing to what happened next.

Today you had a very important meeting at work, one where they had practically promised you that you would get the promotion you had been waiting for years, something you knew you deserved, because your performance in this job had been impeccable. 

You had to lock yourself in the bathroom so that no one would see you crying from the impotence after they announced at the meeting that the promotion had been given to a guy who had joined the company only a year and a half ago. You weren't surprised to hear that it was the boss's son.

Still, you got up and tried to put your best face forward to the other workers, you knew none of them were to blame. The rest of the day continued with little accidents that were causing the urge to cry and the lump in your throat to become more and more unbearable.

To your good fortune, the trip home wasn't so horrible. You left on time, made the bus without any problems. You tried to concentrate on the pain your heels were causing in your heels instead of the constant throbbing that prevented you from breathing normally. All you wanted to do was lie down on your bed and sleep until tomorrow. 

You watched the bus window, letting one tear of the many you had been holding back come out as soon as you noticed the raindrops falling outside. You forgot to bring your umbrella. You wiped the tear away as quickly as you could, taking a long breath and letting your head fall back against the uncomfortable chair. Just a little longer, you thought, a few more minutes and you would finally be home.

Taehyung had arrived half an hour earlier than he was supposed to. They only had a photo shoot and an interview today, so he hadn't been surprised to get home so early either.

He wanted to call you to ask if you wanted to get something special to eat or if you had gone to dinner with some friends from work for the promotion you had told him you were getting today. He was almost as excited as you were when he heard the news and really wanted to celebrate in a big way, but he didn't want to overwhelm you either.

It took him a good few minutes to finally decide that making you dinner himself would be the best gift. There was nothing better than celebrating between the two of you, alone, comfortable and warm at home, especially when they had announced on the news that it would rain today.

He smiled big at the thought of how happy you would be to come home to find him waiting for you with open arms and a dinner specially made for you with the intention of celebrating your amazing work. 

He didn't count on the fact that you would come home soaked from head to toe, shivering from the cold and with slightly red eyes and nose. For a moment he almost went into a crisis.

"Honey, what happened, why are you so wet?" he ran to greet you at the door, grabbing your shoulders and trying to see your face. He knew something was wrong just by seeing how you avoided looking him in the eye.

"I forgot my umbrella" you whispered, leaving your heels aside and walking barefoot to your room. You needed to take a shower as soon as possible, you didn't want to get sick now, that would be the last straw. 

Taehyung followed you from behind quickly, resting his hand on your waist in an attempt to keep you on your feet. You looked so weak that he actually thought you would pass out right there. 

"Did you eat something? You look so pale," he paused in the doorway of your bedroom door, watching as you pulled your pajamas out from under your pillow. You were moving much slower than usual, and that only made his anxiety and worry increase even more, "Y/N, I'm starting to worry, did something happen at work? Did someone hurt you?" he moved closer to you, taking your shoulders as carefully as he could.

It almost broke his heart to see your tear-filled eyes and your bottom lip barely sticking out. "I'm so tired" you sobbed, wailing in frustration as you felt the tears just wouldn't stop falling. Still you tried to wipe them away with your shirt sleeve, "Today really was a horrible day. I could barely make it to work on time, my feet are killing me, and my stupid boss gave my promotion to his son" you said, trying to calm your sobs. You hated crying in front of your boyfriend. "I couldn't even go home in peace because I completely forgot that there was rain tonight." You shook your hair a little, sighing as you watched small drops of water fall to the ground.

Taehyung wasn't sure what to say. He hated seeing you like this, he had never seen you like this in the first place. He knew he might not be able to comfort you with his words, but he hoped he could with his actions.

"Why don't we take a long soak in the tub? We can stay a while relaxing there, try out the new water pumps we bought at Mrs. Kang's store" he whispered, pulling you gently until you were in his arms. He rubbed your back with his hand, while the other gave little pats on your head, "Then we put on those bear pajamas, remember them? You fell in love with them the first time you saw them in the online store." Taehyung smiled as he felt you nod against his chest. He kissed your head, keeping his lips against your hair for a few seconds before speaking again, "I made dinner, it might be a little cold when we're done, but we can heat it up in the microwave if you want, though we could also order takeout."

"Your dinner" you whispered, hugging his waist weakly. You felt a little better than when you arrived, but you still felt too collapsed to be able to hug him back properly.

"Well, my dinner it is," he laughed softly, pulling away just inches to kiss your forehead, "we could have a movie night, how about The notebook?"

"No, that one depresses me" you looked at Tae, letting your weight fall lightly against him, "Let's watch a romantic comedy, like The proposal, or 13 going to 30."

"Okay" Taehyung bent down a little, just enough so he could slip his arm behind your knees and waist, lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. "Let's go to the tub."

"And... done" Taehyung smiled, watching as your hair fell down your back, this time completely dry. "I reckon I did an excellent job, what do you think?" he hugged your waist, kissing your neck playfully. 

"I think you're the best thing that could have happened to me in my life" you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend. He too had slightly damp hair, but only a little. His smile was so big that it ended up rubbing off on you almost immediately. He was right, long soaks in the tub were quite the mood lifter, or maybe it was just your boyfriend.

"You'll make me blush" he chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His hands caressed your abdomen, forming little circles around the bears your pajama print was wearing. 

"I'm just telling the truth" you turned around, hugging his neck and closing your eyes. The smell of his oatmeal shampoo flooded your nostrils. You loved that smell. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."

"Well, you would have fallen asleep without tasting my amazing signature dish," he murmured as he brought his nose close to yours. One of his hands stopped on your cheek, lightly caressing your cheekbones. He, unlike you, didn't have his eyes closed, refusing to do so and miss the sight of your beautiful face. Your long eyelashes, your reddish lips, your smile, every mole and mark you had. He didn't say it, but he also constantly wondered what would have become of him without you. "I love you, Y/N" he whispered against your lips, smiling "more than anything in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to keep the smile on the one I love."

You felt a slight tug on your chest, causing you to open your eyes. His gaze was so intense that it made your legs tremble. You let out a small sigh, momentarily looking at his lips.

"You don't need my permission to kiss me, you know?" he laughed playfully, pulling you closer by the waist so he could spread kisses all over your face.

"Taehyung!" you squealed with laughter, trying to resist his displays of affection. You both knew you weren't trying the least bit hard at that. 

Taehyung smiled at hearing your laughter again, pausing for a moment to look at your full face again. You looked so beautiful. "I'm sorry," he said softly, waiting for you to calm down a little from your laughter. 

As soon as you did, he kissed you. He caressed the back of your neck with his thumb, moving his lips against yours softly. He enjoyed slow, emotional kisses, they were his favorite.

You sighed as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, letting him explore at his leisure. He always took his time.

"I love you" he whispered between kisses, gently leaning you back on the bed.

"I love you more" you smiled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Liar" he laughed against your lips, hugging your waist.

"Liar" you smiled, breaking that little line that separated his lips from yours.

How you loved coming home on days like these.

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Mood Video, a lil late but that's ok 😭

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-> now-ta mar-iss || sailor of the sea

❐ synopsis: When Captain Kim Taehyung tries to rob a king, it doesn't end up the way he thinks. Together with his crew, the buccaneer tries to fulfill a quest given by the king to escape the punishment. When the intentions for the quest start to change, Taehyung battles between the selfish need to save himself and something he'd never thought he'd find. Love.

❐ pairing: piratecaptain!taehyung x tavernserver!oc

❐ tags/warnings: pirate au, fluff, angst, several suggestive themes (later on between oc and taehyung), mentions of blood and injuries, mild swear words, teasing, alcohol mentions and drinking, etc. i'll add more if i do come across any more warnings!

❐ total word count: 1.5k (ongoing)

❐ author note: hello! and welcome to my new obsession: pirate tae! i have been planning and writing and dwelling in this au for a little while now... and i don't plan to leave soon. so i am wanting you to go on a journey with me to get to know these characters and their stories. i hope you enjoy this!

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chapter: one

chapter: two (coming soon)

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I'm sure the Hunter Brothers and the Hunters from TaE Family (especially Southy and Northy) would have beefs with each other probably due to territories or who is better. :P

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[taegularities]

1. imagine cmi jk sending a message to oc after realising what he said, but oc has now blocked him 🤐 he asks tae how's she but his mouth stays shut bc he's a good boy and doesn't spill his gfs and her bffs talks ☺️☺️

2. we know how oc lowkey wants to leave the house after the conversation with zara........ so she leaves the house and ofc the media won't let her be free so soon :(( [they finally get a new hot topic bruh] jk sees the news and goes like "wtf? she left her house!?" she ends up getting an apartment in tae's building 🧐🧐

jk visits tae and they talk about oc and she very accidentally overhears something. rid just add on what they're talking about 🤩

oh my 🤐 what if oc actually saw blocking him as the only way to forget him? that'd be cruel. and god, he'd definitely use poor tae as a messenger :( curious how much the man would spill.

but also?! the 2nd theory of her moving into the same building as tae and overhearing a convo is so painful and... interesting?! i wonder what jk would have to say 👁

i also find it interesting that you mentioned he'd visit tae at all, bc i assume you're referring to the 2nd point in this post? very interesting... 🧐

#gimme a cmi theory! #tae x oc neighbours au (...kidding) #cmi: and now? 💭 #notes for rid 🌹 #lili <3 #fic: colour me in

[bear-hugs-and-kisses]

Blasé Attitude (3)

As a taxi driver you’ve seen a lot of weird shit. And yet you’ve never been asked to take anybody to Denmark before.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

A/N: This is a little bit of a longer chapter, but I hope it’s worth your time :D

Masterlist 

🚕 Chapter 1 🚕  Chapter 2 🚕  Chapter 4 🚕  Chapter 5                                

                           🚕 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨 💨   That thing you said about the silence not bothering you anymore? Well scratch that. It was truly starting to bother you. It has been about ten hours since your last conversation, and not only has the cute guy in the backseat (whom you’re, small detail, taking to Denmark) not said anything on his own in the time since, he’s also completely stopped responding to your questions. You ask him if he wants to pull over for a coffee break (which you desperately need). Silence. You ask him if he’d like for you to put some music on. Also silence. Were it not for the fact that his eyes are completely open, you would have thought him asleep. You did not even know it was possible for someone to say so little - and heck were you starting to miss the sound of his chocolaty dark voice. What reason could there possibly be for speaking so little when your voice sounds so very nice? If it was your voice, you would never stop talking. 

The sun had started setting about thirty minutes ago and was as a result shining straight into your eyes, rendering you pretty much blind. The thing about driving night-shifts is that you usually don’t have to deal with the sun in your eyes, and so, did you have sunglasses or anything to help? No, of course you didn’t. But the most annoying of all, was the fact that your handsome passenger was sitting with a pair of sunglasses resting comfortably on his nose. You’d huffed loudly when you saw him take them out (which he had, of course, chosen to ignore), and was still considering leaning back and snatching them from him. The sun is not even as much as touching him, you’re blocking it all on your own, plus you’re the one driving so you’re pretty sure it would benefit the both of you equally if you could actually see where you’re going. 

The only good thing about the sun in your eyes is the fact that it’s making it considerably harder for you to fall asleep, something which you were incredibly grateful for. You’d picked the handsome sunglass-wearing bastard up around 4am and prior to that you’d had a lecture in the morning; in other words, you hadn’t slept in many many hours, and you were starting to notice it. While the stranger you’re driving had seemed alright with your questioning of his personal life, you’re pretty sure that falling asleep on him would be the final straw. A final straw which you could not afford (literally) to pluck. So, perhaps driving half-blind wasn’t so bad after all? 

Back to the silence however, it truly was bothering you and it was not helping you on your mission with staying awake either. So, upon asking wether the passenger would be okay with you playing so music for the fifth time, to no avail, you decide to simply ignore him and put on the radio. You can feel his eyes on you as you browse between the channels, before finally settling on one playing some older classics. The fast beat along with the electric guitar in the first song immediately wakes you up a little, and soon you find yourself bopping along with the music.

That’s when you hear it. 

Your head instantly stops moving, and your eyes once more land on the sun-glass wearing and annoyingly handsome guy in your backseat. He’s...he’s singing! Or more so humming along, to be exact, but it surprises you nonetheless. And that’s not all; he also happens to be very good - his beautiful dark voice sounds impossibly more beautiful when singing. It’s soothing, and calm, and you can hear traces of the sadness you’d priorly seen in his eyes. While listening, you find yourself thinking back to how your dad used to soothingly sing you to sleep and you think to yourself that you would like to fall asleep to this beautiful stranger’s singing sometime.

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“Fuck,” you hear a dark voice growling, “wake the fuck up”

“What are you doing?” you groggily ask, as you open your eyes to see a shadow bent over you. Your tired mind can’t quite seem to make out anything more than the outlines of him, but even from those alone you can tell that this is someone good looking. With the way he’s leaning over you, the tense and large muscles on his arm are clearly visible and the shirt has ridden up enough for you to notice some exposed skin. This must be someone very beautiful indeed, you think, you’ve been very lucky to be around so many beautiful people lately, you still remember the annoyingly handsome stranger you were driving to Denmark just yesterday - oh shit. 

You immediately sit up in your seat, knocking the stranger (can you even refer to him as that any longer?) over and making the car swivel strongly right, then left. “Fucking shit.” you hear the guy, who’s fallen out of his seat at this point, swear - and under any other circumstances you might have cooed a little at how adorable he looks. And then he’s suddenly not as cute, as he angrily catches you staring and screams “Stop staring and break!”

It takes a few moments before your still very much asleep brain catches up with his words, and a further few before you get your feet to actually listen. And then you’re braking heavily, and find yourself pressed up against the windshield as you come to a halt in the middle of nowhere. 

Everything is suddenly quiet, except for your and the stranger’s loud panting.

 Holy shit, you think, you’d actually managed to fall asleep while driving! You don’t know wether to laugh or scream at yourself. Or cry. You for some reason also feel a bit like crying. You look to the stranger (still not sure whether he counts as a stranger anymore but as you don’t know his name it’ll have to do) who’s gone completely silent once again. Looking back you’re surprised he even went as far screamed at you to break; he could have just gestured after all. The only sign of the preceding event is his chest heaving up and down (and, even though you’d just almost been in a car crash, you can’t help but notice just how toned he is). 

You’re not sure for how long the two of you sit there in shocked silence, you’re too busy pondering how to apologise for falling asleep while driving a customer to take notice of the time. Sorry for almost killing you, I was just very tired? That’s what happens when you don’t allow me to go on any coffee breaks (although he technically didn’t say that he didn’t allow it, he more so ignored you)? Sorry about falling asleep like that, but at least I woke up? Nothing seems quite fitting. 

It is only when he stands up that you’re pulled back to the now. But then you blink and he’s suddenly outside of your car. Is he leaving? 

You blink again and suddenly you’ve followed him out. You look at his retrieving frame, and could almost see the future without five part-time jobs that you’d started picturing disappear with him. And perhaps it isn’t just the money that made you wish for him to stay, perhaps you’d started to enjoy his presence a tiny bit more than you’d like to admit - even the silence. 

You run up to him. 

You take a deep breath.

“Look, I’m really sorry for falling asleep on you like that, I hadn’t slept for a very long time and I just,” you throw your arms up in the air as you look to the man before you continue rambling “I’m truly sorry, I am. And I also really need that money, and I’m sure that you really need to get to that wedding right? So what if we just like, take in at a hotel tonight and I’ll keep driving tomorrow - and I promise I won’t fall asleep on you again” 

Silence. Gosh, what is it with this guy and silence? But you really need that money, and you’re not about to let some other taxi-driver take him instead, for all you know taxi drivers here could be dangerous. So you take a deep breath before trying to convince him again; “I’ll,” you pause for a moment, are you really about to do this? “I’ll take away half of what you owe me for it, as an apology, okay?” 

More silence. And then, he reaches out a hand, which you stare at for a few moments before shaking. “Deal, but you fall asleep on me again and you’re out. Got it?” 

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