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pink-blushers · 2 years

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hello !! firstly i wanna say congrats on 300 followers <33 ur writing is so good so u deserve it for sure ! as for the request, can u pls do the lyric prompt 2 + 16 with taehyun (fluff)? ty and congrats again :D

hello anon thank you so much for requesting anon!! i hope you'll like and this fluffy enough heheh!! ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝

2+16 with taehyun

summary: just taehyun and his indirect confession

genre: fluff / warnings: none / word counts: 0.5k

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Taehyun knows he likes you, he’s sure of it. The two of you are glued to each other, or at least that's what people think. Since childhood, the two of you would always go around together, if there’s taehyun, you must be there too, and vice versa. As he grew older, he noticed it’s not just their heights that grow, his feelings for you grow steadily too.

His friend says he should confess. Well he did actually, a couple of times, but indirectly and secretly. Like when you’re blasting up with your new headphones, he’ll quietly say ‘i like you’ and act like nothing happened. Or when you’re not paying attention or spacing out, he’ll secretly mouthed ‘i like you’ behind your back and smile like crazy. Or he’ll randomly send you a song that portrayed his feelings for you, and there’s many more. He just love the thrill of doing indirect confession.

Just like today, the two of you are supposed to have this cheesy rom com movie marathon. But there you are, sleeping soundly with your head resting on Taehyun's shoulder. He doesn’t mind, he actually liked it.

Taehyun's eyes are still glued to the screen, well he do steal some glance at you a few times, he just can’t resist it even though it’s not something new to him. He smiled at the current scene, where the main character asked their friend if they have any romantic feelings for them. And he just can’t help but imagine you’re the one who’s asking him that question, “so do you like me or not?” you raised your eyebrows and arms crossed in front of your chest, eyeing with a slight pout on your lips him while waiting for his answer.

He laughed silently at his own imagination, “thats right,” he moved a bit closer, smiling to himself before finally whispering to your ears, “I like you”.

Of course, no answer, he chuckled before he shook your hand softly, trying to wake you up, “wake up, you’re the one who’s suggesting this rom com marathon”

“I prefer this”, you replied, snuggling even more closer to him

“My lap is more comfortable,” he suggested, softly pushing you away from him, “and my shoulder won’t be sore”. As much as he likes it, his shoulder might be sore if you’re resting there for a long time.

You pouted in annoyance, which made the corner of his lips slightly move upwards because of your antics. You still follow his suggestion, resting your head on his thigh. While his eyes are still glued to the screen, you stare at him for a while before turning your head back to the screen. His hands found your hair and caressed it, hoping this’ll help you to drift back to sleep.

“Taehyun?” He hummed, “I like you too”.

His hands stopped and looked down to see you smirking in your sleep. “I thought you’re asleep”, he chuckled before caressing your hair again.

“No,” you shifted closer to him, “i just want to find an excuse to rest my head on your shoulder”, you said before drifting back to sleep, this time for real. He smiled at you before kissing your head and whispered, “sleep tight, i’ll take you out for a date once you wake up”.

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h00nerz · 1 year

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YOU GUYSSSSSS 😭😭😭

#MY TYUN #HE CAME HOME #IDFHNFDUTC #AND TAEHYU AND TAEBIN SELCAS 😭😭😭#tyun #soob #beoms <3 #🫖.daphspeaks

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sunuism · 1 year

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one thing that always makes me sad to think about idols is how little free time they have and how many restrictions are put on their freedom just from the nature of their jobs. like ig they know what they’re getting into but honestly wanting to be a performer should mean that you have to write off normal things like dating or going out or just doing normal people things just because your fans hold you to crazy high standards of morality.

like honestly if you as a fan feel betrayed that your fave went to a club maybe ask yourself why that is. do you see them as a real human or as some type of property that you have a share in just because you willingly chose to invest time and money into them? people need to realize that they are real humans. they’re no different from anyone else. they are gonna fuck up eventually also. and if you stop viewing them as a thing maybe you want feel like your world is falling apart when they do something you don’t agree with.

#it’s so important when you’re a fan of a celebrity to not raise them up like they’re untouchable and perfect #you need to think critical and put your own morals first #which includes holding them accountable when they fuck up but also being ok with them engaging in normal people behavior #anyways #i just think it’s so incredibly rediculous but also saddening the way some fans are reacting to the taehyu. situation

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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hihi , i hope ur doing good!!

i would like to req txt x olderm!reader , where they get jealous and pouty when they see m reader wearing their other bandmates shirt ( hoodie , tshirt etc. )

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - wearing another member's clothes

includes: established relationship, use of hyung, mentions of reader being shirtless, lowkey struggled with some of these lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ soobin

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“y/n-hyung!” a chorus of cheers greets you as you enter the practice room.

“hi,” you smile, quickly reciprocating the hugs that yeonjun and beomgyu pull you into.

soobin hangs back slightly, watching you greet the rest of the members before he walks over to you himself. “hi hyung,” he murmurs. you lean over to press a chaste kiss against his cheek in greeting as his arms wrap around your waist.

“it’s good to see you guys again,” you smile. soobin’s arm remains gingerly wrapped around you as you join the boy’s in sitting in a circle on the floor.

“you too,” taehyun nods.

“oh, kai,” you call, quickly pulling his hoodie out of your backpack before handing it to him. “i cleaned it at my place. thank you, again.”

“of course,” he smiles. “maybe next time i can lend you an umbrella.”

soobin glances over at you as the rest of the boy’s fall into their own conversations. “kai gave you his hoodie?”

you nod. “it was pouring so he lent me a change of clothes. does it bother you?”

“not at all,” soobin smiles. “i’m glad you get along with my friends.”

you smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. “me too.”

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

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yeonjun pauses as he enters the living room; he squints as he slowly approaches you, making you cock your head at him in confusion. “what’s wrong?”

“is that soobin’s hoodie?” he asks. he reaches out to grab the sleeve to inspect it before he dramatically gasps, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “why are you wearing soobin’s hoodie?”

“i’m sorry,” you say. “i was cold and he offered.”

“but you could’ve worn my hoodie,” he pouts. he moves to sit beside you, pitifully glancing at the hoodie every now and then.

“i can wear your hoodie now,” you offer. yeonjun perks up immediately, smiling brightly at your suggestion. you chuckle, quickly stripping soobin’s hoodie off. you gingerly lay it across the back of the couch before tugging yeonjun’s hoodie over your head.

“there’s no need to be jealous, junnie,” you tease, snuggling into his side. he wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you even closer so you’re leaning against his chest. “i’m wearing your hoodie now.”

“you look better in my hoodie anyways,” he smiles. you chuckle, shaking your head as he nuzzles himself even closer to you. his hair lays sprawled out across your thighs.

“whatever you say, jagi.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 206)

“hi hyung,” beomgyu greets as he enters the dorm, walking over to sit down on the couch beside you.

“hey gyu,” you smile, reaching over to wrap your arm around his waist. you pull him close to you so his head is resting against your chest; your bodies are snuggled together.

beomgyu grabs your hand, absentmindedly playing with your hands before he notices the sleeves of your hoodie. he reaches out to examine the sleeve of your borrowed hoodie. he dramatically gasps, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “why are you wearing taehyun’s hoodie?”

“i was cold,” you shrug, stifling a laugh as beomgyu gasps once again.

“i can’t believe this!” he presses a hand against his chest just over his heart before dramatically crumbling to the floor. “betrayed! by my own boyfriend! and my member!”

you laugh, watching as he smiles up at you from his position on the floor. “how could you do this to me?”

“forgive me, oh great choi beomgyu,” you tease, kneeling down to lay on the floor beside him. “how will i ever make it up to you?”

beomgyu sits up, tugging at the sleeve of taehyun’s hoodie once again. “you can wear mine instead.”

“lead the way.”

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

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“that’s not mine,” taehyun comments as you walk over to sit beside him on his bed. he props his computer up on the blankets so it’s in between you before setting his phone aside on his bedside table. you slide underneath the blankets beside him as he shifts to wrap his arm around you. you lean your head against his chest, moving slightly to look up at him.

“i know,” you nod. “someone spilled coffee on me earlier so yeonjun offered to give me one of his workout shirts to wear.”

taehyun hums in acknowledgement, turning his attention back to the drama playing on his computer screen. despite his lack of complaints, you can tell the shirt bothers him slightly.

you sit up slightly, tugging the shirt off before tossing it aside so it’s on a nearby chair. you make a mental note to give it back to yeonjun in the morning before you curl up against taehyun’s side once again. his face flushes at your bare chest as you look up at him, chuckling softly at his blush. “is this okay?”

taehyun nods, moving his hand to rest against the bare skin of your waist once again. “it’s perfect,” he smiles.

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

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you smile as kai stumbles into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. he wanders over to stand behind you at the counter, snaking his arms around your waist. he leans his head against your back. “good morning,” you hum.

“morning hyung,” kai slurs. you turn the heat on the stove down before twisting around in his arms to face him before pulling him into a sweet peck. you both smile into the kiss; heat rises to his face at the intimacy of such a simple action.

kai squints as his eyes fall to your t-shirt. he cocks his head in his dazed state, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “is that beomgyu-hyung’s shirt?”

you momentarily glance down at you outfit before nodding. “oh, yeah. i forgot to bring a change of clothes so he offered to let me borrow one of his shirts.”

kai pouts slightly. “you could’ve just taken one of my shirts.”

“you were asleep,” you chuckle. “i had to carry you back to bed.”

“yeah, but still…” he mumbles. “i like it when you wear my things.”

you wrap your arms around his waist, tugging him back against your chest. “okay,” you nod. “i’ll wear your shirt next time.”

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khujoor · 5 months

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APPLE PIE yandere zhongli

❝ YOU SAID YOU'D LOVE ME.

in which your mom's boyfriend doesn't love her, but instead loves you.

˗ˏˋ a yandere zhongli x reader fanfic 'ˎ˗ w/ a plot twist

comment / ask to be on taglist. available on ao3 under @/taehyus and wattpad under @/CUMTASTIICS

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lumineskies · 1 year

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ATTENTION - 39 it's not your fault, taehyun.

wc: 1.7k idk abt this one ahahahahaha kms

cw: mentions of sa, knives hoho, sneaking? blood !!

"are you sure you want to do this?"

"now or never yn."

"if i die, will you tell beomgyu what i wrote in my notes app that night?"

"yea probably"

"bitch"

"if i die will you tell ode i used to have a crush on him?"

"yeah? of course."

"you're evil."

the banter between you and sana helps you calm down a bit. in front of you was a familiar sight. wooden doors leading towards the council room was the only border between you and a potential murderer. taehyun notified in the group chat that he would be staying behind to work on stuff he had overlooked earlier. immediately, you and sana crafted a plan to confront taehyun. now or never right?

with sana behind you, you knocked on the wooden door and entered. there he was, sitting at his table writing and signing documents. when he heard the knock, he looked up. seeing the two of you, taehyun tensed. no one in the group chat talked about dropping by, what were you two doing here?

"taehyun. we need to talk." you said and immediately crossed your hands in front of your chest. seeing you in a defensive position, taehyun stood up.

"sure. what's going on?" taehyun mirrored your strict expression while standing right in front of you. his hands were in his pockets, giving off a calm vibe, but his eyes told a different story. he knew you were onto him.

"im sure you're familiar with the murder case we have been covering up." gaze hard, you begin questioning him. being the president of the student council had its perks, one of them being knowing how to gain the upper hand with just a few words.

the tension between you and taehyun were rising fast, and sana was the only witness.

"yes, i am." taehyun replied passively.

"are you the murderer, taehyun?"

one second. two seconds. silence enveloped the council room like a heavy blanket. everyone was on high alert of the other. everyone was wary of each other. taehyun seemed to be frozen in place. he was looking down towards the ground. the hands in his pockets seemed to be balled up. was he mad? angry at you for accusing him for being a murderer? you can't quite decipher the look on his face.

time seemed to stop, yet the ticking of the clock betrays your thoughts. only the inhale and exhale of oxygen was heard throughout the room. taehyun hasn't replied, and still hasn't looked at you. you and sana held your breath in anticipation for his answers.

"taehyun. answer me."

tick, tock. tick, tock. once again, only the ticking of the clock filled the silence. was he planning to just avoid your questions? you spared a glance at sana, not sure what to do. what was happening?

the second you had turned to sana, taehyun took advantage of your carelessness.

it all happened in a whirl. one second you were standing with your arms crossed, the next, you were pushed against the table with taehyun pinning you to it.

he had grabbed you by the waist and turned you around. switching positions and pushing you onto his desk. the impact from your hips and back hitting the table was shown with your groans, but taehyun paid no mind to it.

your face was scrunched in pain, and your hands were holding onto taehyun's shoulders for balance. with the sudden change in positions, sana ran towards you in hurry, but taehyun was faster.

steel glinting in the light, he moved the hidden knife from his pocket to your neck, making your breath hitch and sana stop in her tracks.

taehyun and you stood still, breath mingling and heart beats pounding against each other. the two of you were so close together. your body splayed on his table, and his upper body on top of yours, pinning you down with a knife to your throat. your hips ached from the position, but you didn't move. you wouldn't want to risk it.

dark, black eyes bore into yours with determination and a glint of playfulness. hair messed up and a grin sporting his face, taehyun's gaze on you made you shiver in your spot. fear was cripping up on you, but you tried to not show it.

"w-wait taehyun hold on—" sana tried but taehyun turned to look at her.

"leave."

"what?"

"leave. now."

sana started to panic. you were being held under a murderer at knifepoint, nowhere to run nor hide. now she was being asked to leave? if she left you with taehyun, there's no doubt you'd be killed. but if she didn't leave, taehyun might hurt you to get his point across.

sana looked at you, seeing your calculative gaze and half smile, she decided to leave fate in your hands.

you urge her to leave with a hurried look towards the door then one back to her. sana understands your message and she begins moving to the door.

taehyun turns back to you. smirk no longer apparent on his face. he looked into you with hard eyes. you can't decipher his emotions.

"how did you find out it was me?"

there it was. the truth was laid in front of you now. taehyun killed the ex president. taehyun was a murderer. your hands by his shoulders digged a bit deeper into his leather jacket, trying to keep calm with the new revelation.

"the clue's connected. you were teaming up with the account to frame one of us, right?"

with the mention of the account, taehyun frowns, but its quickly replaced by a calm facade. if you hadn't spent half of the days at school side by side with him, you might have missed it. but you were attentive.

a small chuckle emitted from taehyun. "well, yes. and no. but you don't need to figure that out."

taehyun starts to play with the knife on his hands. acting like one flick couldn't make you slowly bleed out to death. he traces patterns on your neck, lines upon lines, drawn on your skin, leaving nothing but anticipation and fear clouding your mind.

from your neck, taehyun moves the tip of the knife to your cheek, and begins to draw shapes. stars, triangles, circles. the closer he gets to your eyes, the more you hold your breath. it feels like an eternity before he begins to speak again.

"i've never liked our old president. he was arrogant. self centred. obnoxious. entitled. power hungry. and useless. i hated his guts. he would belittle me for everything. calling me weak and stupid for copying the wrong paper, when he was the one who sent me the wrong document."

"he loved to watch other people fail, and laugh at them. he was running his own circus show and i was the sad, pitiful clown. tripping all over the beam when he was the one who slathered it with oil."

taehyun continued to draw patterns and random shapes on your skin and he talked. pushing the tip of the blade in slightly into your skin in anger when he mentioned the ex president, or the cruel actions he had done to taehyun.

you had to think of a way to escape taehyun while he had his monologue session. if you don't retaliate fast, he might become a serial killer with his type being presidents of hybe high. as you wanted to cut in and make a deal, he continues talking.

"it wasn't my intention to kill him, i swear! i just wanted to talk to him about how unfair he was treating me. and he— he said i was unreasonable. saying that i should put my stupid mouth to another use."

eyes wide, your mouth gaped at the implications taehyun had said. you knew the long gone president was a horrible man, you experienced it first hand even. but not to this extent. nowhere near what taehyun had experienced.

when you had first entered student council, the same year taehyun entered, you noticed how much rougher the president treated him then he treated you. taehyun was always the one who had to lock the doors 10 minutes after the meeting ended, he was always the one who had to memorise difficult orders of coffee for the seniors. you've thought countless of times to help taehyun, voice out your opinion and defend him when needed, but your seniors always adviced against it.

"let him mess with his new toy." they would always say. you never understood why they referred to him as "his new toy" then, but now, things are clearer.

"taehy—"

"was i being unreasonable? was it wrong for me to want to be treated like a human? i just wanted to be a part of the team—"

taehyun was spiraling, fast. his hold on the knife loosened, if you wanted to, you could take it out of his hold. his breaths were shorter, and

"taehyun, it's not your fault."

his eyes focused on you. his hands were shaky and trembling. you went to put your hand over his, but he moved faster. a hiss came out of you and taehyun's hands moved. he nicked you. a small cut was formed on your left cheek. blood was starting to pour out, and the cut was stinging.

"i—im sorry i didnt mean to—" taehyun immediately got off you, and dropped the knife. you took the chance.

you did what taehyun did to you earlier, but with nicer intentions. you pulled him in. your hug engulfed him whole, hands wrapped around his small waist as you held on tightly. one of your hands moved to his hair, and you patted him.

"it's not your fault taehyun. none of it was."

his head lowered onto your shoulder. his hands wrapped your body in a similar manner as yours. sobs begin to rack his body. shaking and whimpering. you held him just as you're doing now. patting his head and rubbing his back from time to time.

"you're safe with me tae. no one can hurt you now."

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notes! this is the climax of the story huahauaususjahua now we only have one more objective get yn and gyu together😈😈😈 also u guys im thinking of doing like a xiao coffee shop smau next but idk would you still love me if i stopped writing abt gyu 💔

synopsis! when the school president of hybe high mysteriously dies, a spot in the student council is now open. and to the overachieving students of hybe, its now or never. choi beomgyu, the bad boy of the school decides that its time to change tactics, after all who wouldn't want the attention of the whole school?

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taehyus · 5 months

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#yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yancore #yandere #yandere sugar daddy #yandere tutor #yandere male #tw yandere #cw yandere #yandere writing #yandere x y/n #yandere imagines #yandere fic #by taehyus 🎬

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latinapoetbts · 1 month

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It Was So Wrong It Was Right PT 1.

KTH / Latina Reader Insert | 2 Part One Shot AU, Angst, Smut, 18 + Unrequited Love, Psychological Distress

********************** Part 1

I held my sister in my arms wondering how the world could be so cruel as she wept in my arms. I stroked her hair telling her just how sorry I was for her. It should have been me, not her. I didn’t even ever want kids. She wanted at least five.

“Hey we are going to get through this, like we have everything else, ok we will look for a second opinion. We will try everything there is to try”. I rubbed her back in my attempt to sooth her.

“y/n, this is the second opinion…what am I going to tell Tae Hyung”, another sob racked through her body. I held her tightly, rocking our bodies together.

“He’s going to leave me…I don’t blame him…I can’t give him what he wants…”, my heart broke for her.

“Adri, don’t say that. You know how much he loves you. He’d do anything for you. We are all going to figure this out. We can’t give up…”

“Give up on what?” I felt my body wince at the sound of his deep voice. I know she did not want him to find out this way.

“Adri…babe what’s wrong”. I shifted away as tae hyung quickly scooped Adriana up in his arms. His eyes flicker up at mine as I motion with my hands, that I am leaving, he nods in response.

“No, please stay y/n.” The sorrow in my sister's voice cemented me to where I stood.

“Are you sure Adri?”

“Yes y/n please stay.” so of course I stayed. I listened quietly to my sister's confession that it was confirmed by the second doctor that she was not able to have children. I watched how her husband Tae hyung did everything in his power to hold his emotions but he just couldn't. He wept, holding her face to his chest. He was morning just as she was. At some point I was able to make my move to the living room and stayed for another 45 minutes till I could hear no more muffled voices. Surely they had fallen asleep tired to the emotional roller coaster. I gather my things and leave.

“Y/n, thank you for being there for her. For Us. You have no Idea how much I appreciate it. Fuck y/n. What the fuck did we do to deserve this…”, the tears began to pool once again in his beautiful deep chocolate brown eyes. I did the only thing I knew how to do as I watched his shoulders slump and his step waiver. I held him in my arms. I cradled his tear streaked face to my chest and stroked his hair until his sobbing stopped.

“Hey, you guys are fighters. We will figure something out. I know it. I’m here for you both”. The look of pain in his eyes was devastating.

“Thank you y/n”, he spoke softly as he kissed my cheek and I kissed saying goodbye.

“Call me if you or Adri need anything at all”. I felt my sister and her husband's home with a heavy heart.

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3 months later

I pulled up to Adri and Tae’s home, happy to see them. I knew it had been a while since we could all hang out. That's when the two people I loved most in the world explained their plans and how they wanted me to help.

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“What? What!? You want to artificially inseminate me with your husband's cum…Tae? I…I… I …”, I was speechless. I knew they would figure something out but never had I considered this, never had I considered being their seareget. I mean no this was different, this baby would be a part of me and a part of my sister's husband tae hyung. What the fuck. I mean I did not , do not want children but to have a baby inside me growing being half my sisters husbands baby and half mine. It was just fucking werid. I needed a fucking drink.

“Do you have any whisky?" I asked if my throat suddenly dried. After downing a drink the conversation continued.

“I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't certain I was ok with it. Y/n we are identical twins. Any children we ever have would be half of each other.” my eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between Adri and Tae.

“And you? You're quiet”. I look at Taehyung. I bite on my lip nervously waiting for his reply.

“Are you ok knowing this baby is half mine and half yours?’ I felt my body tense at the words.

"I mean, I’m on board; if everyone is ok with it, then I’m ok with it…I just want you y/n to be 100% sure that you're ok with having a..a… a baby with.. me… that would then give up completely to belong to Adri and me…” his face was forlorn, and his eyes pained.

There was a very long silence as I thought more about the situation. I loved them so much and I would do anything for their happiness and her fate should have been mine. I would do this for her.

“I love you both so much, and although I am in shock about the ask, I'm not opposed to it; it’s just that I need time to make sure… I mean, I think we should all spend time thinking about making certain everyone is 100% on board.”

After 3 months of intense family therapy, personal therapy, and visits to the doctor, we decided to do it. I didn’t want children ever, and the doctor had a point; since Adri and I are identical twins, any babies we had would be like each other's children anyway. We drafted legal, binding contracts that I would give over my rights to the child on the day the child was born. I was to give 3 attempts to be artificially inseminated, which is what they could afford. They also wanted to ensure I was compensated. I did not want to be compensated for doing this for my sister and her husband, but they insisted I be taken care of so that I did not have to work a lot while being pregnant and both the baby and I would be worry-free and stress-free. I found that logic is rational and within reason. Now was also the perfect time to start because I was not in a committed relationship then.

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I was so fucking nervous. I didn't want to be here, yet at the same time, I carried a huge amount of guilt because the truth was I was too fucking thrilled to be here at this exact moment. I had fantasized about it far more times than I would like to admit, although it had been a while. I always did my best to keep the thoughts at bay, knowing just how fucked up it was to indulge in erotic thoughts of him. But he was fucking beautiful. His smile weakened my heart and soul. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, romantic, sexy and just fucking perfect. Tae Hyung, my sister's husband, was a fucking dream.

And here I am at an Airbnb rental, sitting in bed in his favorite color of lingerie, purple and crotchless, pussy shaved and dolled up to his tastes, all so that he could fuck me as much as possible over the next fucking 24 hours, ensuring it would stick. Who knew artificial insemination would fail. They wanted a baby so badly, a family to call their own, one I could give them. One that would have both their DNA because our DNA was identical. I needed a drink, a joint, or anything that would calm my nerves. I loved my sister, but I’d be lying if I was not a little jealous of her and Tae Hyungs relationship, but I was not destructively jealous. I had come to terms with the past over 8 years ago. The cards had been dealt, and my sister got Tae Hyung, and they were absolutely perfect together and so very in love. And I was truly happy for them. If pain and pleasure can co-exist, so can happiness and longing.

The Back Story

After 8 months, I was finally going to do it. I had a huge secret crush on the local barista guy who attended another high school than I did. I had never even told my sister because I had always felt he was out of my league and that keeping the crush to myself was better. I frequented the coffee shop where he worked two to three times a week. I was the quiet, shy twin then, and my sister was the outgoing, confident one. I was too late. The day I was ready to make my move and ask Tae Hyung to hang out and I was just too late. When I walked into the cafe that day, I saw her flirting and writing her phone number on his arm. It was a done deal. I stopped going to the cafe, and I gave him up.

After two months, I returned from a summer volunteer program for rising seniors. It was a great escape, better than watching my sister and my crush fall in love. I had just arrived. I walked through our living room and into the kitchen to cook dinner for my sister because our parents were out of town for the week on my return.

“There you are. That was a fast shower…” I recognized that deep, warm voice from anywhere and my skin tingling, feeling his warm breath against my neck. I froze, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest; my ass aligned perfectly against his crotch; I could feel he had a semi-hard-on. I nearly melted into his touch until I felt his lips latch onto my neck, sucking.

“I can't get enough of you…” I spring into action, breaking his hold on me, turning to face him, shoving him away from me as hard as I could.

“What the hell Adri!..what’s with you, we literally nearly fucked on your couch….?” His eyes angry as he recovered from his back making contact with the wall knocking down a kitchen decoration. Wow, I really pushed him hard.

“I– I– I’m so sorry, I just— I’m not Adri….” I covered my mouth in utter mortification at what happened. I ran past him jogging up the stairs to my room slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Adri, what is going on…I’m sorry, please just talk to me…” I heard the sounds of his feet running up the stairs.

“What is going on Tae?”I heard my sister's voice.

“What the hell? Adri? I was just talking with you downstairs, and you were fully dressed; now you're in a towel?” I could hear the panic and confusion in his voice. It was almost humorous.

“Tae! Oh my god! (laughter) My sister! She is home today. I forgot (laughter). Did you think she was me! That happens all the time when we are identical twins…”. I could hear my sister laughing, my heart clenching in my chest.

“Oh fuck…shit…” I heard Tae voice thick with guilt.

“Baby, what’s wrong…

“Fuck…I thought she was you, no wonder she…wow… she is so strong…damn… I feel terrible…I’m sorry…”.

“What happened tae…?” I heard their steps descend and their voices fall away to whispers. I heard the front door open and close.

Then came the soft tapping on my room door. I open up to my sister standing there in a towel.

“So I hear you met my boyfriend….” I playful smile on her lips.

“So what do you think? He’s so fucking hot right? Who would have known that eye candy was working down the street from us at the local coffee shop!”

She walks in, sitting on my bed, telling me how they met and filling me in on their time together in the last two months. I knew that day in my room I had to let him go. It was no one’s fault but mine; I waited too long. It was also that day that I vowed I would never live in fear and I would take risks.

Present Time:

Two hours had passed since Tae Hyung was supposed to arrive. I didn't dare text my sister. Maybe he had changed his mind. Hell, I wanted to run out of here every sound I heard, thinking that it was him coming into the room. It felt so wrong, treacherous, crazy what the three of us agreed to do. It felt insane; I was terrified I’d lose them both. Once we did this, there was no going back. Being their surrogate was one thing, but fucking my sister's husband, fucking the one who got away, was a whole other thing. Maybe I should have told her, told her he was the one that got away; perhaps we should have told the family therapist our plan; hell, I should have told my therapist. I should have told my therapist what was being asked of me, that the insemination did not work, and that my sister wanted me to fuck her husband. But she didn’t want us to talk to anyone; she didn't want us to be influenced by people who “just won't understand us''.” Another two hours passed; maybe he was not coming, or they both changed their minds. Any sane person would say that is the best option; they should just adopt or find another surrogate, for fuck sake.

Then I heard the door open. I clutched my robe more tightly, and he was here. I didn't know what to do with myself; I had already ordered room service because I was hungry and needed to eat my emotions. My sister did not want Tae Hyung or me to drink alcohol or any type of prescription drugs or drugs to make sure “the conception is free of any toxins.” But I needed something to help me relax. I stood at the bedroom door, hearing rustling, the fridge opening, what sounded like ice. Another 15 minutes passed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the living clutching my rob tightly at my best to ensure that I had no cleavage showing. As I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting motionless, in sweats and a white t-shirt he waves tousled. I watched him bring a glass of caramel-colored liquid to his mouth. I knew it was whiskey on the rocks, his favorite. I strolled towards the adjacent couch, sitting quietly, not making eye contact. What could I say honestly? I had nothing to say other than listen to my heart pounding in my chest.

“Do you want a drink?” His deep voice breaking the silence but sounding so emotionless, so unlike him.

“Sure– I’-ll have whatever you are having…”, I answered, still not looking at him.

“I brought your favorites, do you want mojito flavor or mango?” He asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Thank you - that was thoughtful. We are not supposed to drink right? So I’ll just have a little”, my words are soft and low, I barely recognize my own voice.

“Y/N, I have already been drinking, and I don’t give a fuck what Adri say’s about this, she doesn;t understand…” His voice was agitated but I knew his tone was not meant to hurt me or directed at me. I chuckled out of nervousness and his whole, “fuck what she said” response.

“In that case I’ll start with a mojito —-”. I smile, enjoying a little bit of light heartedness in the moment. It’s when he returned with my drink that I saw it in his eyes. A similar look that must mirror his. Lost, scared and shocked and I saw that his eyes were slightly glazed over. He must have had several drinks before he made it here. And when he handed me his drink I smelled him his amazing cologne and weed, not a bad combo.

“Sorry I was late, I wanted to make sure I was in the right head space…and I wanted to fuck my wife one last time before anything happens….before….fuck….”. I watched him place his head in his hands. I couldn't help but move to his side, my body standing and then kneeling in front of him, reaching for his hands, pulling gently away, and bringing his head up to my eye level by tilting his chin. His eyes remained closed, my hands cupping his cheeks. I could feel him lean into my touch, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Hey…we are going to get through this together, and it will all be worth it in the end. You and Adri will have a beautiful baby…you’ll get the start of the family you always wanted together…”.

“That’s exactly what she told me, y/n…god you guys are so much alike….”. He finally opened his eyes, leaning away from me and wiping his tears looking at the ceiling.

“Ok. Let's do this.” I couldn’t help but provide a tight lip smile at the sound of such a transaction. It was raw and painful, and somehow, I felt like I was selling myself at someone else's expense. Then they were this boiling-up anticipation of what I had fantasized about him fucking me relentlessly, and then there was the heavy feeling of guilt and wrongness. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was so wrong. So So fucking wrong. I followed him to the master bedroom, still clutching my robe and drink. He walked in front of my drink in his hand and bag in the other.

After laying his bag down he pulls a vape from his pocket, turning it on and handing it to me.

“It will vibrate when it's ready. I grabbed it with my hand, my robe falling open at the top, exposing the swell of my breast, overflowing the purple babydoll bralet. I watched his eyes fall to my chest; I couldn't conceal my rapid breathing, causing my breast to heave up and down. I go to quickly close the top of my robe.

“Don’t. Just leave it like that… Please…”

I nod in silence, feeling the vape vibrate in my hand, raising it to my lips and taking a hit. He watches me. His eyes flicker from my mouth to my breast and back again as he takes large drinks of his whiskey on the rocks. My eyes fell from his eyes to his lips and then to his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob and the veins in his hands flex at how hard he must be holding that whiskey glass.

There we were, frozen in time, both knowing what needed to happen, terrified to move.

****************** Part 2 coming soon! What do you think?

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #tae hyung / reader smut #ao3 #bangtan smut #taehyung x you #bts smut #kim taehyung

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Boys Over Worries

Natalie (with some help from Kai in the beginning) leads her male members in a group effort to drive away backstage nerves after performing CROWN at The Show.

(A/N: i’m not sure if i posted this before; i feel like i have but when i went to look for it here on tumblr i couldn’t find it, so if i already did pls let me know 🙂)

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

“Ulgo shipji anha…” Natalie sang under her breath, hoping nobody would hear her. She needed to release some tension- actually, a lot of tension- but she didn’t want the other members to feed off of her nervousness. Especially Soobin, and Taehyun and Kai; Soobin as the leader needed to stay calm, and Natalie would not be responsible for freaking the youngest two out.

She didn’t really think a mere song would have that kind of effect, but who knew what might happen at this point. Just by looking around the room, Natalie could tell that they were all on edge.

“I go up, helicopter,” muttered Beomgyu under his breath, “then I make hella noise for the takeoff-”

“Language, Gyu,” said Soobin halfheartedly, obviously not too worried about Beomgyu’s language choices, at least for right now.

Beomgyu glanced over at Soobin, looking very much like he wanted to keep singing the actual lyrics, but he changed them. “-and I make lots of noise for the takeoff-”

Natalie glanced over at the interaction, curious how he had managed to effortlessly ad-lib something so perfect so quickly.

Kai suddenly sprang to his feet. “Hey, guys, we don’t have to just sit around like this. It’s our first music show; no matter what the results are, we’re supposed to be happy.”

Taehyun raised an eyebrow, and Kai quickly added, “Well, at least we don’t need to be moping around like we placed last.”

Yeonjun choked. “Don’t jinx it!”

“Jinxes don’t exist,” said Soobin with a hint of amusement, “but all the same, Kai and Yeonjun are both right.”

“And at any rate,” Natalie spoke up, “no matter what anyone else thinks, we know we did great. Perfectly, actually.”

Taehyun smirked a little. “I suppose you call nearly breaking my back a perfect performance?”

Natalie shrugged. “So long as I didn’t actually hurt you.”

Taehyun rubbed his back, feigning injury. “I don’t know, feels a little sore…”

“Come on, we practiced it a hundred times, I know I didn’t hurt you.” Natalie got up and went to give the boy a hug, just for good measure, but he playfully pushed her away. “Oh, not accepting my hugs anymore? I’ll just go hug Kai.” Kai accepted the hug without any fuss, even lifting her and twirling her around the room. “You being almost a foot shorter than me, hugging you takes extra measures.”

“Yah, don’t mention my height. It’s bad enough just being ten inches shorter than the shortest of you giants, don’t need anyone mentioning it.” But Natalie was smiling; she really didn’t mind her height anymore. Plus, her tiny stature meant that she got babied by literally everyone when she was around the guys.

“Five foot eleven isn’t exactly a giant,” teased Beomgyu. “Six foot one over here, now…” He motioned with his hand over at Soobin, leaving his sentence unfinished.

Soobin playfully pushed his hand away. “Three inch difference, a mere three inches.”

“So that means I’m tall!” Taehyun exclaimed hopefully.

He was met with the dubious stares of everyone else, even Natalie.

“I don’t think so, Tim,” quipped Natalie in English, unintentionally making a Home Improvement reference.

“Say what?” Taehyun quirked his head to one side, confused.

Natalie quickly translated into Korean, but Taehyun still looked confused. “Hold on, let me show you,” she said, scanning the room for her phone and not seeing it. “Beomgyu, give me your phone.”

Beomgyu tossed it to her, and Natalie brought up the quote in question on YouTube. “Here is your introduction to the funniest TV show on planet earth.”

Considering that there were no Korean subtitles available, Natalie acted as translator while all five boys crowded around Taehyun, who held Beomgyu’s phone.

All of them died laughing before the clip was half over, leaving only Natalie to stay sane and make sure nobody laughed their makeup off.

Beomgyu was the first to recover. “Well, I see what we have to do with you.”

“Do with me?” Natalie echoed.

Beomgyu looked over at Taehyun. “Should we show her Boys Over Flowers?”

Taehyun smirked a little bit. “Mmm, it’s certainly an interesting drama.”

“And has some very cute guys.” Soobin winked.

Natalie blushed. It hadn’t taken the boys very long to figure out that she easily got celebrity crushes- especially on attractive male lead actors.

“But the thing is,” went on Beomgyu, coming over and putting an arm around her shoulders, “this one isn’t pure comedy. It’s definitely going to make you cry. A lot.”

Natalie edged away and hid behind Kai. “I don’t like to cry.”

Soobin grinned and came over to her, wrapping her in a hug. “Don’t worry. All of us will probably be crying right along with you.”

“Oh, maybe I’ll try it,” consented Natalie, rather enjoying the hug and not wanting to make Soobin walk off early.

Beomgyu grinned a bit devilishly. “Five dollars says she’s hooked after the first episode.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” volunteered Yeonjun, raising a hand.

“I’ll see your five, and raise you two,” quipped Taehyun.

Natalie’s eyebrows popped up. “Ooh, anyone have a deck of cards? Because poker doesn’t sound half bad.”

Soobin tugged one of her braids. “I can’t think of a better way to raise your temper through the roof than to gamble.”

“Oh, not for money,” said Natalie, a bit miffed that Soobin would even think such a thing.

“For what, then?” queried Beomgyu.

“Duties back at the dorm. We still haven’t worked out a smooth schedule.”

“Hey, not a bad-” Beomgyu was cut off by the door opening and their manager sticking her head in.

“Hey, guys, it’s time for the awards ceremony,” she told them. “Come get into place.”

When the door had closed behind her, Soobin let out a sigh and let go of Natalie. “Guess we’d better get moving.”

As the group headed out the door, Taehyun could be heard saying, “You know, I forgot all about being nervous for the ceremony.”

#kpop au #kpop imagines #txt 6th member #original writing #female kpop oc #txt au #original character #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #txt taehyun #txt soobin #txt huening kai #txt oc

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chapter 53

infinite stars masterlist | BTS masterlist | masterlist | playlist

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.97K

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: bts x female!reader

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: it scares me, but that doesn't mean I have a right to keep you from it

BangPD is furious.

Namjoon sits in the suffocating silence that suppresses the room, the tension rising every minute. He is aware of what happened the other day, the entire room is, how could they not be? The paparazzi got plenty of pictures, as did the fans who gathered that day, and within seconds of the incident, those pictures were plastered over every social media page, with questions surrounding them. Questions directed towards HYBE, towards BTS, and the pair in the photos themselves.

Why was she with Taehyung?

Why did Taehyung hide her face?

Is she a staff member?

Are they dating?

And perhaps the most important, and detrimental question of all...

Who was she?

So yes, as we noted before, Bang Sihyuk is furious.

However, what I failed to mention is that Namjoon is just as furious. Perhaps even more so.

You may think that there isn't much to be furious about, after all, despite Yen's worries, no one was able to see her face, nor were they able to identify her based on the pictures, and the way that Taehyung practically buried her face in his chest. Their worst fear wasn't realized, and her identity was concealed.

And yet, the public would not let it go.

They wouldn't let it go, they couldn't let it go.

Maybe that was the allure of the story.

The fact that they don't know who she is, or why Taehyung was so adamant about protecting her. Perhaps the mere mystery of the event is what has the entire world speculating and talking.

Though none of them know the real story.

And the frustrating part is, neither Namjoon nor Bang Sihyuk or any one of the other members knows it either.

That story is Yen's and Taehyung's alone.

And perhaps that is the worst part of this entire situation.

Namjoon glances over his clasped hands resting against the tip of his lip and finds his eyes resting on Taehyung, where he finds himself faintly recalling the last time he warned him about his involvement with Yen. His fiery eyes, the spite, and anger so clearly written within them were so evident back then. Almost as though Namjoon's warning was sickening to him, as though he were unwilling to accept the burden that was bestowed upon him just as the very name he wears around his neck. Namjoon narrows his eyes at the memory, his hands tightening.

He wasn't willing to listen back then, but now that the consequences are beginning to fall, will he be willing to listen now?

Namjoon doubts it.

Based on the steely way he stares forward, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes, nor accept the blame, for what has he done wrong? What has he done that any normal person wouldn't be looked twice at for doing? He did the best he could in that situation, even if it was mostly fueled by his emotions. He doesn't understand why he can no longer follow his emotions, why he can no longer follow what his heart longs for him to do. Why must he listen to and follow the steps to a life he doesn't want to be tied to.

Why can he be an idol without the burden?

Why can't he perform without the expectation to keep up the mask?

If only Bang Sihyuk had the same ideals that Kim Taehyung now bestows, and perhaps he did in the past. When no one knew his name, and no one knew theirs. Perhaps he was able to take that chance, that risk, back when things were simpler when there would be no consequences left to follow him.

But things are not as they were back then.

And they never will be.

The file that he has been keeping safe in his desk drawer makes a satisfying and startling slam on the oak table as he throws it, his anger and frustration fueled by the action and gathering the attention of the entire room as the sound fills up the silence and brings with it a new wave of unspoken tensed repression.

"Careless."

BangPD practically spits out the word from his lips, his eyes narrowing as he stares at the contents which have spilled from the bright orange folder and decorating his desk in their defecation. Multiple photos, of different angles, all of the same pair of people. But it's not the photos that worry the former CEO, as much as it is the words and presumptions that decorated each cover page.

What exactly did BTS do during Enlistment?

Who is the Woman Behind the Mask?

A new album may not be the only surprise from BTS this month.

HYBE refuses to comment on this new development.

Fans Devastated at the Possibility of BTS in Relationships.

Taehyung in Affair with a Staff Member?

"You were careless."

Namjoon grits his teeth, looking once more at Taehyung who has not even moved from his current position, the only sign of reaction being the tight clench of his fist against his knee.

"Sir--" Jimin begins, trying to douse the tension before it lights, but BangPD holds up his hand and gives him a stern look which quickly cuts him off, whatever sentence had begun to form from his lips, dying in his throat. Turning to the rest of the room, Bang Sihyuk focuses his attention on Namjoon, who takes a deep breath before meeting his stony eyes.

"So?"

"Sir?"

The chairman scoffs bitterly at his cluelessness, and gestures towards the mess of unreleased articles that adorn his desk, raising an expectant eyebrow towards the young man. He's the leader, he should know above all else what could happen if this escalates any more than it has. And he should know that it's on him if anything happens to his fellow members.

If anything happens to Yen herself.

"What's your plan? How are you going to clean up this mess?"

Turning his attention to the rest of the room, Bang Sihyuk is keen on making sure he meets everyone's eyes, holding them a considerable second before moving on to the next. This reflects on all of them if anything goes wrong. "What are you going to do if this jeopardizes everything we've fought so hard to build?"

Her future lies in their hands.

And now it's as though they are trying to destroy it.

"If this is strong enough to destroy everything, then it was built on quite a fragile foundation, wasn't it sir?"

Yoongi's bitter, almost spiteful remark nearly suffocates the room of all signs of life and redemption. RM runs his hands over his face at the sign of this new conflict, the rest of the room too scared to even move after Yoongi spoke so completely out of turn the way he did. It was clear that the phrase had hit its mark, just as Yoongi expected it to.

After all, BangPD created this foundation.

If it falls, whose fault is it really?

It shocks even BangPD. Yoongi has always had respect, even when he didn't agree with his choices, not once has he acted this way.

But, as it so happens, no one is like they once were before.

Rattled as he may be, the former CEO takes a deep breath before pushing forward some more photos, this time of a different source.

And of a different pair all on their own.

"Not on its own, Yoongi. But with enough support..."

Jimin steps forward, trying to get a better view of the granulated pictures, and freezes once he catches sight of the couple brandished on the glossy luster. For it's her face, and there's him, smiling next to her.

He got his wish, but at what cost?

"It's enough to destroy your future and hers."

Jimin practically stumbles as he steps back, Hoseok just barely catching him before he falls. Namjoon swallows hard, staring intently at the cluster of photos gathering on the lustrous oak surface of the desk, and can feel his resolve shattering, the burden taking root and painfully embedding the chains that once held him caged for so long back in their wounds. And at the silence from the rest of the room, he knows that they have come to the same realization.

Whether it be their trainee or her mother, they are both equally at risk. As they are now affiliated with BTS, they are now expected to carry the burden. And this burden won't nearly be as kind.

For those who look on would spare them nothing of the sort in their vendetta to destroy anything BTS cherishes outside of their fantasy.

For that is the curse of the idol.

A curse that has now generously found its mark on the one they had fought so desperately to protect.

"There are people who want to destroy you, and if it takes destroying her as well, then that is what they will do."

It's a crippling truth, but the truth that they all must now face, even Taehyung, no matter how much he wishes he could deny it. Their involvement with her is perhaps the most detrimental thing to Yen's future.

"This is the burden you all must face, the burden you must be aware of and carry."

It could douse Yen's light just as quickly as it was lit. Their mere connection with her can make it near impossible for her to achieve her dream.

"It is the burden of an idol, and the burden of BTS."

What a burden indeed.

One that gives the world their happiness, but at the expense of your own.

"Does Jiwon know?"

At the question, BangPD is slightly surprised to find no resistance. Maybe it's because the question came from Namjoon himself, but he can see the compliance in everyone, even Taehyung. While he is relieved, he cannot help but find a sort of sadness in their acceptance. After all, they are giving up such an important part of themselves to protect those they care about.

And perhaps a small part of him, the part that started everything with a desire to change the very world he sought success in, starts to awaken. Perhaps it has opened its eyes after so long to finally see just how far he has fallen into what he has hated.

But for now, Bang Sihyuk chooses to ignore the stirring.

"No, thankfully I have managed to keep it from him, but who knows how long that will last." It was lucky that the reporters still go to Bang Sihyuk before anything else, and have stayed true to their agreement, but Sihyuk is aware that will not last long. There is only so much you can pay a reporter off before the story becomes too big to waste on a mere buck or two.

"What do we need to do?" Jin asks from where he sits next to Namjoon, his eyes dark and his entire demeanor nearly seeming to cave in from within himself.

"What I've asked you to do. I never prevented you from dating, nor do I plan on doing so now, heaven knows you wouldn't listen anyway." While this is true, Bangtan knows that the rule still existed. Invisibly hanging over their heads to remind them that even if they did have a relationship, being BTS would ensure they could never commit to it. At least, not fully.

"But you need to be careful. Since you've been back it's like you've forgotten how spiteful the world can be. You've been so careless it's as though you've forgotten the consequences."

Namjoon can't help but wonder who decides the consequences, and why they must exist. In a way, he understands Taehyung's frustration. It doesn't mean he agrees with him, nor does it mean he supports whatever inexplainable attraction Tae seems to have with his assistant, but he does understand him. After all, who gets to decide the makings of their heart?

And why does the public believe they have sole power over it?

"Remember them."

"Don't lie to them." BangPD turns once more to Yoongi who sits on the far side of the room, his face shrouded in shadow. As soon as he speaks, however, he glares right at his CEO, a chilling look filled with the fury of a thousand words unspoken, a million emotions repressed over the years. "We never had a choice, not really. You'll give us 'freedom' and 'choices' but really, it's just you keeping us on a very short leash." And he knows this, they all know this because that was what he had to do, that was what was required for him to do his job. To be an idol. "We're meant to sit still, stand where they tell us to, smile when we need to, cry only when it's beneficial for our image."

But what does it mean to be an idol?

What does it mean to maintain the persona of "Suga"?

And when does he finally get a chance to understand who "Yoongi" is?

BangPD is unable to refute Yoongi's claims, anyone paying attention wouldn't be able to no matter how hard they tried. After all, it's what they've been doing all along, what they'll continue doing as long as they remain BTS.

And it's what Yen will find herself enthralled within.

Once she debuts, those chains will finally find their grip on her heart.

And maybe that's what he's really afraid of.

What they're all afraid of.

"Don't tell Yen about this." So when Tae speaks, that is the real reason behind his phrase. That is the real reason he even makes the request. "You can't tell her about this, please."

And though his goal is to protect her, he isn't entirely sure what it's from himself, he doesn't quite understand the reason behind this silence. Perhaps it lies in the way she blossoms each time she sings, the way her cheeks flush in pride when she improves in her dance, or maybe it's in the way her eyes sparkle each time she talks about her dream.

He doesn't want to douse that light.

He doesn't want the world to damage her the same way it's torn him apart.

"I won't, but I was going to tell her anyway." At the phrase, Hoseok looks over at Bang Sihyuk, a spark of doubt beginning to rise to flame in his heart. It's existed for a while now, ever since Jiwon made his decision, but he had never imagined it would ignite because of a man he trusted. "If she knew, she would run away. No, we need her, we can't afford to lose her, especially now."

But perhaps that is the exact reason it rises aflame.

Because he can no longer trust him.

"You want to lie to her?" His question is soft-spoken, almost inaudible, but holds the intensity of a shout, and echoes around the room as though he had done so. And while Bang Sihyuk understands he has made a mistake, he doesn't understand where he went wrong.

"It's better if she doesn't know, Jhope."

It doesn't occur to him that he has already begun to view Yen as a piece of merchandise meant to benefit him, and not as a living breathing human as she was always meant to be.

"Better for who? For you? Or for her? Nowadays, it's getting harder and harder to tell who exactly this is for."

But it occurs to Hoseok, it occurs to the rest of the room. Because that is what they are viewed as; that is what they have been dehumanized as. To be made examples of, to be sold and purchased for the public's enjoyment. They have already been numbed to porcelain. They do not wish the same fate for Yen.

"Hoseok, please try to understand."

But what he doesn't realize is that is the exact reason why Hoseok cannot find it within himself to understand.

"You don't need me to understand, you're going to do it anyway with or without my approval, what you want is the assurance I'll stay quiet, isn't that right sir?" BangPD is at a loss for words, and as Jhope realizes that he himself cannot recognize just what he has done to them, or what he is now expecting them to help him do to her; the last ounce of trust and respect he once held for this man dies. He smiles sadly, shaking his head before responding.

"You don't have to worry. I don't have a choice in the matter, do I?" And he would have ended it there, he wouldn't have said another word and would have been resigned to watch as Bang Sihyuk destroyed someone else for an allusion to their dream.

But then he remembers Yen.

He remembers her smile and her joy and her hope. He remembers the fire that burns within her heart and the strength that lies deep within. And as he remembers her, he remembers the way he used to look. He remembers the fire within his own heart, and he wonders when it began to die. When it slowly but surely dimmed until there was nothing left.

He refuses to let Yen suffer that same fate.

"Tell me, when will it be enough? How many more times are you going to push her? Until she finally breaks?"

No one knows the answer to the question, least of all BangPD, and if Hoseok was honest with himself, he doesn't know it either.

Maybe that was the scariest part of it all, the fact that for the first time since their debut, their future was completely unknown, and with it, so was hers. And so the question remains in the air and in their mind, just as empty and forgotten as they themselves have become.

An empty husk of all that they once were.

chapter 54 here

note :: i love how with each chapter we just fall further and further into the angst

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