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 kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅴ)

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung. 

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister. 

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. 

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

 “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

 you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls. 

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting. 

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

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[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 13

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 3.8K+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

note | it's been so long! let me know what u think of this one. enjoy!

main masterlist | series masterlist

Maybe it was a sign.

After two years of focusing on other aspects of your life, you finally opened yourself up for getting into the dating game. But, nothing has been fruitful in these last three dates you have gone to. Or Martha is just a bad matchmaker.

Well, it’s not her fault your date cannot come tonight. Your date, Jung Hoseok, was not able to show up tonight. You had to wait for almost thirty minutes in that chair, with your ex-boyfriend in front of you with his own date, before Hoseok called to say that he was needed in the hospital all of a sudden.

“Hey, YN?” You can sense how gentle his tone is when you answer the call.

“Uh, hey.” you chuckled awkwardly, easing off the twist you could feel in your stomach. “Where are you?”

Then, you heard a small sigh from the other line followed by a sentence, “I’m on my way back to the hospital. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…”

Your heart dropped. You felt your shoulder deflating with that sad, pathetic sound you hear from a balloon when air slowly empties. Not knowing what to say, you waited for him to say something.

“I’m really, really sorry, YN. I am so excited to meet you but I got a call from the hospital and there was this big road accident. They needed me back there. I’m so sorry.” he explained.

Pursing your lips, you looked down your lap, “It’s fine, I understand.”

No second thoughts, you just replied that. You used to work in the same field as him. Of course, you know how hectic and stressful working in the hospital can be, particularly in the emergency department, where Martha said he works.

“I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you. Thank you so much, YN. I appreciate it so much.”

“No problem.” you hung up. You took one last sip in the cold glass of water.

Don’t look at him. Don’t look at–

Stubborn, your eyes rolled to your side, where you can see him without really moving your head. A boxy smile is formed on Taehyung’s lips while he chat with the woman in front of him. You can only see the lady’s back but you can tell that the two are having a great time with each other’s company. 

Well, at least one is having a great date.

When you became conscious of your nose flaring, you looked away and decided to go. The host instantly met your eyes, where you see the last thing you want to see from someone: an apologetic smile. You returned it with a forced smile.

“He had an emergency,” you told him with an awkward chuckle even though he didn’t say anything.

He nods as he helps you with your coat, “That’s a shame.”

“I know. My best friend even picked this pretty dress for this date.” you quipped in an attempt to lighten up the conversation. The host laughed at that. You turned to him as you fixed your beige-colored coat, “Anyway, I’ll go back here next time with him.”

You walk out of Starry Night and almost instantly, your smile fades away from your lips. You hoped Taehyung didn’t notice you leaving. Maybe he didn’t, he is on a date. Of course, he won’t pay attention to someone who left him and never showed up again after saying that she would come back to their house to talk—

Stop.

Those rambling thoughts almost suffocated you within seconds as you got lost in it, making you shake your head. Your jaw tightened before you reached for your phone. I should just go home. You click on the app to look for your ride. And within a few seconds, you spotted someone just right around your location.

“This one’s just a few minutes away–”

“YN?”

You froze, index finger a few millimeters close to touching your phone screen as you were about to book for a ride. He didn’t have to repeat your name again just so you could tell who said it. Before saying anything, you turned around. Your eyes widened while your shoulders raised, acting surprised. It was probably a lame try.

“H-Hey!” you greeted him, tone a bit higher than normal.

“I thought you were already gone.” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Long time no see! How are you? Why are you outside?”

“Oh, uhm, I’m fine. I’m actually going home. How about you?” 

“I’m about to go too. I just came here from Seoul to meet someone,” he replied. “I actually drove coming here.”

Your eyebrows raised in real surprise, “Oh, you’re driving again?”

“Yeah, it became handy since the bakery now does ‘For Delivery’ orders. I do the delivery job most of the time.” 

You nodded in delight, “That’s really great. It’s nice to hear the bakery is growing more successful.”

You smiled, hoping that he felt your sincerity, and Taehyung replied with a small thank you.  His hands were in his pants’ pockets while you rubbed your hands together, both looking around. For a few seconds, you two waited for someone to say something.  But no one did. This invincible, empty space between you two grew bigger in a short silence. You can only hear the jazz music from the restaurant inside and the crickets which are somewhere outside tonight. 

You took that time to scan your eyes from his shoes to every feature of him you always notice. He seemed taller, maybe because of the shoes. His shoulders did look a bit broader, making you wonder if he began going to the gym again. His cheeks still seem soft but slimmer than the last time you saw him. You hope he’s been eating well, and taking care of himself. His hair did not change much. He still keeps the same length. Not too short, not too long. And when your eyes travel back to his eyes, your heartbeat stops when you realize he is looking directly back at you. In a snap, you turned your eyes away.

“So… you said you are going home?” he recalled, breaking the smothering silence.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for my ride.”

Liar. You haven’t even booked a ride yet. Well, you were just about to if he didn’t suddenly show up.

“Or I could just drive you home?” he offered, making you look at him.

“You’re driving back to Seoul, right?” 

“Yeah, why?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“It will take you longer to drive back home. It can take an hour,” you told him as you know how far these two cities are from each other.

But he shrugged it off, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

For someone who just ran in with an ex unexpectedly, he seems to be handling this better than you.

Because it was just strange for you. Happy? Sad? Scared? Neither of those. Admittedly, you were surprised when you saw him inside. But now, talking to him, you just don’t know what to feel. You were never prepared for what to do when you see him again. For hell’s sake, you stopped planning this last two years. You just let things happen and never expected life would send Taehyung to Incheon while waiting for your date– Wait, date!

“But how about your date? Are you not going to drive her home?” you asked, recalling the woman he was chatting with earlier.

Why is he even here? He should be with her right now. Did he forget about her?

Expecting a different reaction, you were confused when he narrowed his eyes as he said, “Date? What date?”

Your brows furrowed, “Weren’t you just on a date with someone inside?”

“Hmm...” a tight smile formed on his lips, making you assume that you were right about him forgetting his date. But he continued, “Do you mean Ashley? She’s a client who wants to have my cakes on her restaurant’s menu.”

“Oh.”

It was like a bucket of cold water splashed over you. If you can just facepalm yourself right now without looking stupid, you would. Instead, you looked down and grimaced at your dumb assumption, remembering how you spent your free time while waiting earlier wondering and eyeing him and his date.

On the other hand, Taehyung has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling at your flustered reaction. He felt like what happened broke the tension that had been lingering between you and him. His heart has not stopped beating like crazy ever since he talked to you five minutes ago. His hands, that are still in his pockets, were trembling that you might notice it so he kept them there. He really didn’t think this through when he approached you. 

It took you a few more seconds to look at him again. This time, with a look he recognized from one of the photos he saw in the photo album before. It was an apologetic, guilty expression that he finds adorable.

“I’m sorry. I thought that you were on a date.”

He shook his head side by side, “I don’t– I’m not.”

He had to stop himself from saying he doesn’t date or did not date anyone ever since you two went separate ways. It may sound like he has been miserable this past couple of years– he’s not. He just doesn’t feel like putting himself out there again. Especially when he feels like he has some unfinished things from his past relationship. But he was relieved to see you here. He can tell you’re doing great.

The color, the brand, the familiar fruity scent of air freshener.

These were the first things you noticed as soon as you got in his car. You almost felt comfortable in the passenger seat since everything was almost the same as his old car when you two were still together. Even after the whole accident, he ended up choosing the same things he chose before he forgot those five years of his life.

“So… when did you start driving again?” you asked to fill the empty silence while he drove, following the address you typed in his GPS.

“Just a year ago. Jimin was worried at first but eventually became supportive,” he replied, smiling at you when he mentioned his best friend.

“It’s funny, you have almost the same car you have years ago.”

You don’t know why, but you felt like saying that. It was totally in contrast to how quiet you were about your relationship with the people you met here. You avoided talking about your past relationship with Taehyung, specifically the accident and its aftermath, ever since you moved to Incheon. The friends you made here barely know about him. They know that you were in a long-term relationship years ago but they are not aware of the accident and why you two broke up.

“Huh, really?” Taehyung kept his eyes on the road but you could tell he was interested to hear more about it. 

“Yeah, it has the same color and brand. I can even tell you the air freshener you used because you like the same ones from that Japanese brand.” you quipped, chuckling.

“Okay, what is it?” he challenged you.

You didn’t even waste a second to answer, “Air Spencer, the Squash one. But it smells like citrus. You like it because it’s strangely boosting your mood and you don’t know why.”

Taehyung laughed at that, agreeing, “And until now, I don’t know why! But I just bought it when I saw it while shopping months ago.”

“You were curious about its packaging?” you guessed.

“Yep.” Taehyung smiled. “And I think it was the best purchase I made for this car.”

You laughed at that before recalling a similar sentence from the back of your head.

“See– I mean, smell! Don’t it smell good?” 

Taehyung opened the door to his car’s passenger seat after waiting for you to finish your graveyard shift for almost an hour. When you were on your short break, you two exchanged texts and he brought up this topic: after almost a year of looking for a good air freshener. He bragged about this air freshener until your break ended since he was so sure that you would love it too, knowing that you get dizzy if he used those strong scents.

You cannot help but laugh with his childish enthusiasm, “Okay, okay! Let me take it in for a minute.”

You smiled and he watched you calmly inhaling the fresh citrus scent. Then, you slowly opened your eyes. For a thrill, you kept a plain expression on your face.

“And? What do we think?” he asked.

You raised your hand with a thumbs-up, grinning. “This one’s great! Keep it.”

“I knew it! Okay, this is officially my best purchase of the year.” he quipped before turning the key to start the car.

You softly smiled at the memory. It felt easy remembering it now and the same as talking to Taehyung about the past now. Strange. You remembered how many times you stopped yourself from talking too much about it before when Taehyung got back from the hospital.

“Can I ask something?” Taehyung said as he stopped for a red light in an empty intersection. He took the time to glance at you.

“Yeah, sure.” you shifted on your seat, feeling more comfortable now.

“What you were doing in the restaurant alone?”

You looked away as you replied, “I… I was supposed to meet up with someone.”

“A date?”

The traffic light turned green and he kept his eyes on the road when he asked that. Even though Taehyung denies it, he felt something in his gut while waiting for you to answer. There is just something in him heightening that just wants to hear a confirmation that yes, you are dating someone. 

“Yup.”

His stomach dropped as he held the steering wheel firmer.

You continued, “But he had a work emergency. So, he had to skip tonight.”

“Oh, what’s his job?

If your boyfriend prioritizes his job over you, then–

“He’s a doctor, working in the emergency department. So, I understand when he called and explained earlier.” you cut off any thought he had.

A nurse and a doctor. That seems to fit perfectly for each other.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“Oh, no. We’re not dating dating. Tonight was supposedly our first date. My friend from work set us up for a blind date. They have been trying so hard to get me into a relationship for months now after I agreed earlier this year. But so far, nothing great has been happening.” you joked as you looked outside the window.

Do you know how comfortable you must be to talk to an ex about your current status in dating?

But this is easy. 

Talking with him. Maybe because you two haven’t seen each other for a couple of years. You feel okay telling him everything. Or maybe because it was just with him. It was like you were talking with the guy you met years ago. But whatever the reason is, you prefer this whole conversation to the ones you two had after the accident.

“Well, I haven’t been in the dating scene for a long time. I am just focusing on the bakery. I already lost count of customers who want to set me up with their daughters and granddaughters.”

Taehyung brought up his own dating status after you opened up yours. You were being honest, he can feel it. And it would be unfair if he didn’t reciprocate the same thing. The fear he had to look miserable when admitting he didn’t date anyone after you faded when you opened up about your own status– without looking miserable at all. Just honest.

“Really? Why did you never get into one?” you asked.

And even though Taehyung can think of a good reason in the back of his head, he only replies with the same reply he said to everyone who asked him before.

“Eh, I don’t feel like it.”

“There. That’s my building.”

You pointed your index finger to your apartment building after Taehyung took a left turn. He looks at the white, five-floored building, sticking out like a sore thumb as it stands between high towers of buildings. He slowed down and stopped in front of the said building.  He waited for you to remove the seatbelt before calling your name. You look at him.

“Hey… uhm, The shop might have a small celebration in Seoul after the whole contract signing thing and I was hoping that maybe you can come? I’m sure Jimin would invite you too if he was the one who met with Ashley tonight. You can also bring some friends from here if you want to.” he suggested, trying to maintain his composure as he spoke.

It took you a few seconds to respond. You looked at him then looked away for a few moments. Then, looked back at him again. It lasted for only less than a minute. But Taehyung felt like it was the longest one minute of his life until you nodded.

“That sounds nice. I’ll think about it…” you replied, not really wanting to commit to a final answer tonight. “But thank you so much for driving me home.”

“No problem. You're welcome.”

You got out of the car with your purse in your hand. The cool breeze blew your hair and you had to tuck it at the back of your ear as you took one last peek down to the open window. You have this small smile on your lips that just brought warmth to his chest.

“I didn’t change my number. Did you?” you asked.

He shook his head for an answer.

“Then, I’ll reach out if I can celebrate with you guys. Okay?”

The last time you told him something about reaching out, you ended up typing and erasing letters in your phone a thousand times. But now that you two met each other incidentally, maybe you will find it easier to send him a text. 

“Okay. It was nice seeing you again, YN.” 

A faint smile formed on his lips, revealing those familiar smile lines you used to trace years ago. You reciprocated it.

“Yeah, you too. Drive safely back to Seoul.”

Turning your back, you walked to your building. You thought about how tonight was unexpected. Running to an ex you never saw for the last two years and how amicable everything between you two is, considering how you went on separate ways. Before opening the door, you turned around. Surprised to see him still there, you chuckled and gave him a small wave.

He waved back. And when he sees you getting into your building, Taehyung begins to drive away. The same smile stays on his face unconsciously. He hummed along to the pop song from the radio. Just when he was driving along the long highway back to Seoul, his phone rang. He accepted the call after seeing who it was.

“Hey, I’m on my way back,” Taehyung stated.

“Oh, okay. How was tonight?” Jimin inquired, still unaware of unforeseen events that happened.

With his head on the clouds with whom he just spent the last thirty minutes, Taehyung replied, “It was… unanticipated.”

“Huh?”

Confused, that was the only thing his best friend managed to say. That’s when Taehyung snapped out to reality.

“Oh, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. But it went great.”

“Taehyung told me everything.”

Almost two weeks after you broke things off with Taehyung and moved into your new apartment, you found an unexpected guest on your doorstep. Jimin holds a familiar box of their own bakeshop cake as he offers a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Then, Jisoo told me where you moved,” he explained further before you pushed your door wider to let him in.

You still haven’t changed from your work clothes since you only got home like ten minutes ago from your new job. You see him looking around your place and you are glad your home isn’t as messy as it was days ago. Then, he turns to you.

“I brought you this carrot cake as a gift. I know you love Taehyung’s cheesecake but we ran out of those today.” he quipped, handing you the box.

“I like your carrot cake too. Don’t worry. Thank you, Jimin.” you smiled but it slowly faded, “I’m sorry if it was too sudden.”

Your voice sounded small as you apologized. Knowing Jimin for years now, he became one of your closest friends too through Taehyung. You knew he was probably surprised too when he learned about what happened between you and his best friend. You thought that maybe he was mad too.

But instead, Jimin sighed and opened his arms for you. You sighed too before hugging him. It felt warm and comforting.

“You don’t need to say sorry. You don’t owe anyone anything,” he said. “I came by to check how are you. You’re my friend too, you know?”

And before you could answer, he spoke again, “Actually, how about we talk about this over food?”

That’s how you two ended up having a one-on-one conversation in a McDonald’s parking lot for hours. You opened up about your feelings and thoughts the last few days before Jisoo’s wedding and how you reacted after learning about Taehyung meeting Lily. Thirty-four minutes past eight in the evening, you ended up telling your side. Empty ketchup packets lay on the hood of Jimin’s car next to crumpled burger wrapping papers. You and Jimin leaned on the car.

“I just felt like we need to be apart. I’m burning out, I needed to get away. We needed to be on our own.” you exhaled.

“But what if his memories come back?”

There was never a time you thought about that question every time you felt down since the accident. It made you stay before. But you later figured out that hope is tiring you out and you cannot give anything from you anymore.

“I cannot hold on to a what-if, Jimin,” you replied. “I thought I could. But he’s in another timeline and I don’t exist in that part of his life. As much as I want to stay with him, I know that he’s still thinking of something else from his past.”

Reality hurts, and sometimes honesty too. You just sighed with how melancholy that realization made you days before deciding to leave Seoul.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…” you looked at Jimin when he had to pause and take a deep breath to speak again. “I really hate how that accident changed everything for you guys.”

You took a sip from your Sprite, looking at a distance, “I know.”

Me too.

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Hii!! 😊Could you write one where y/n and taehyung are in a relationship, and y/n’s on her period and accidentally stains tae’s sheets, she then is very embarrassed and sorry and cries and taehyung’s there to tell that it’s okay lol.

Hello!!

aww this is incredibly soft, thank you anon for the request!!

word count- 1.1k

warnings- mention of blood but periods shouldn't be gross!!!

Enjoy!

You got home late from work, putting the key into the door and entering the quiet apartment. You had expected Taehyung to be asleep on the couch, as he usually attempts to stay up and wait for you, ultimately giving into sleeping.

When you had not seen him there, you gently called out his name, putting your coat on the hook and walking into the bedroom to see him under the covers, resting. poor baby, hes probably exhausted from practice today.

Tip-toeing into the room, you grab pajamas and head into the bathroom to change. You could have sworn you started your period as you took the bus home, cramps having you squeeze your hands into fists. You were surprised to see you hadn't. sighing, you figured your body is doing its irregular period thing, it likes to play tricks on you and make you panic when theres no reason to.

you take an Advil and decided to put on a thin pantyliner just in case, though you doubted it.

once out of the bathroom, the mattress dipped as you placed your weight onto the bed, sitting besides the sleeping boy. He mumbled and shifted over as you got under the covers before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, "I love you" he mumbled, still half asleep. You broke out into a wide grin, kissing against his neck. "I love you too, im sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep" you whispered, beginning to hear the sound of his light snores, alerting you that he indeed had fallen back into slumber. It wasnt too long after that you, yourself, knocked out.

-

Taehyung had been awoken to the sound of his alarm clock going off at 5am, he groaned and removed himself from you, reaching to shut his phone off. The room was still dark, only noise audible was the fan blowing cold air from the corner of the room. He took a moment to wake up before pulling the sheets back and stepping into the bathroom to shower.

When he flicked the lights on, his eyes drew down to his sweatpants which appeared to have what looked to be blood on them. He panicked, checking over himself to make sure he had not gotten hurt somehow. Once he confirmed it wasnt him, he walked back into the bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on, he nodded to himself once the explanation was clear.

He pulled the covers back, exposing the blood stain which you had been laying in. "ohh" he pouted and contemplated on how to approach this, not wanting to make you feel ashamed.

"baby..." he whispered, lightly tapping your arm. you mumbled something before falling back asleep, making him laugh. He shook you again, this time making you get up.

"what baby?" you groan, wiping your eyes and turning to look at him.

He didnt say anything yet, looking unsure.

"what?" you asked more seriously as you sat up.

he softly smiled, alerting you to the sheets below you, "look"

you quietly gasp. "what is this?"

he looks back at you before brushing his hand over your shoulder.

"I think your period started, baby" he sat on the bed and looked at you as he rubbed your back. "are you ok? does your stomach hurt?"

once you realized what had occurred, you looked down between your legs to see blood soaked pj shorts. Instantly, you were mortified.

your hands flew to cover your face, shaking your head. "oh my god...."

he gently stood, and thats when you saw it was on his pants too.

"tae!" you whined and felt tears begin to brew.

"its okay angel" he soothed, watching you begin to freak out.

"no its not! we just washed the sheets yesterday, and I-"

you wiped your eyes, "this is so embarrassing im so fucking sorry, go shower ill clean it I promise"

he came over and grabbed your hand, kissing your head. "stop apologizing, im not mad sweetheart, it happens"

"no but this is so gross"

he shook his head and walked over to the other side of the bed, helping you up. "its okay, you cant help it" he whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist gently, swaying you.

you sighed as you pulled away, watching him begin to strip the sheets off, "noo, you are gonna be late!" you whine, making him laugh. "I think they will be ok if I come in a few minuets after"

you are quick to push him away, but he spins you around and cups your face. "you are making a big deal out of something that doesnt need to be a big deal" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "just wait here, Ill set up a bath and get you some medicine. do you want tea?" he asked, looking back at you as he gathered the sheets and piled them by the door. You were in shock at his attentiveness, feeling shy.

"yeah?" he asked

"yeah....tea would be nice" you whisper as he leads you to the bathroom and started to fill the tub with water. "just relax ok?" he kissed your hand.

you nodded as he left, allowing you to step into the warm tub, instantly feeling better as Taehyung tended to the laundry, putting new sheets on the bed.

he came back a few minuets later with a cup of tea and fruit, putting it on the little stool he built for you because you often liked to have your laptop to watch tv as you took a bath.

"thank you" you mumble, "im sorry again" you look at him as he kneels on the side on the bath, his hand running through your semi dry hair. "shh, i promise, its ok" he smiled and handed you Tylenol.

you took a few sips of tea as he sat patiently. "do you want me home today, sweetheart?" he asked lovingly

"no no I will be ok, thank you though"

"you sure?" he asked, knowing how your cramps can be. He will never forget the time he came home and found you crying on the floor in the kitchen because the pain was so unbearable.

you looked at him, pressing your lips together in thought.

"well.....i dont want you to get in trouble with work." you spoke

he giggled, "I think they wont mind, besides, I rather spend a day with my girl then learning choreography for 6 hours"

you smiled and nodded, "ok then....can you stay?" you ask timidly

"of course" he kissed your head. "give me a few minuets and ill join you" he smiled and stood up to leave for a moment.

You hummed contently, you don't know what you must have done in a past life to deserve this, or him, but damnit you were one lucky girl.

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 11.1K

play — softcore by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of alcohol, one attempted kiss, lots of tears, oc & junho’s first ‘fight,’ subtle mention of gvns + vi0lence, jk is still MIA, oc + tae finally opening up 🥹, mentions of an off-screen talk about contraception, mentions of death, explicit smut — dom!tae, dirty talk, praise kink, biting/scratching, hickies, oc being bratty 😳, rough sex, hair pulling, pussy slapping, edging, spanking, choking, mouth stuffing, katoptronophilia (found the name for oc’s mirror kink? heh), foot play, toe sucking, brief foot job, [if you find foot play weird ~ the paragraphs are bolded if you want to skip it], impreg kink 🫣, oral (f), fingering, tae’s stubble sjklskdf, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms

note: okay, i decided to split this part into two once again since again, it’s a lot to take in and i don’t want to bombard you guys 😀 since i know it’s painful at times 😔 so this is part 09.1 !!

The beer grows warm in your hands, squeezed between your palms as you eye the man seated on your couch.

“Why are you standing way over there?” Seojoon chuckles, ankle propped on his knee as he snuggles into your couch, waving you over. “What’s new? It’s been a while since we talked.”

Sluggishly, you shuffle over to him and sit at the edge of the couch cushion, taking the tiniest sip from your beer before turning to him, forcing a smile onto your lips.

“Yeah…it’s been a while.”

You meet his gaze, hazy eyes locked with yours as you scan his face. This is the same Seojoon you spent late nights with, staying up to just talk about life and anything else that would pop up in conversation. The same Seojoon you trusted to take care of your son whenever you were at work or had other important matters to deal with. The same Seojoon who was there with one shout from you to deal with the bat that had gotten into your room or a clogged pipe. The same Seojoon.

But why does it feel…different now? Why do you feel so uncomfortable? His presence – so unnerving. And you feel guilty for it. To avoid him when he’s done nothing wrong except be a little too touchy with you recently.

That’s how some men are, you muse.

You show them some teeth and they think you’re down for whatever.

Perhaps you didn’t notice it before, you just don’t know why he’s giving you the creeps lately. Even before he started getting handsy with you.

“Ever since that fucker came to town you forgot all about me,” he sniggers, taking a swig from his can to then throw his arm over the backrest of the couch, fingers an inch away from your neck. There’s nothing you can say to that, because you have…Since Jungkook is around to take care of Junho and you learned to deal with clogged pipes and bats yourself. It just happened to be around the same time that Jungkook returned.

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, his words tapering into a croaky chuckle.

“Seems like you’re done using me.”

“No, that’s not it.”

He drags his tongue between his teeth, shaking his head twice, “nah I’m sure that’s what it is.”

Out of reflex, your hand flies to his knee to stress your point. Snapping away when his gaze falls to the point of contact. You press your hand to your own knee know, cursing yourself.

“We weren’t using you Seojoon, Junho does ask for you sometimes. It’s just that he’s been so…occupied with his dad these days. He’s hardly home if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t blame the kid,” he mutters, speaking into his can, “asshole left and came back and bribed him with money and toys. Of course he would want to spend time with him.”

You raise an eyebrow, suspicions spiking.

“What do you mean?”

He turns to you, noticing your wary expression because a short laugh bursts out of him, one that has you scooting an inch away from him.

“I saw the Urus parked in the garage,” he nods, jutting his thumb behind him which is far from the direction of the garage, “figured his father got it for him since it’s Smiley’s favorite car.”

You’re silent, scanning his sheepish demeanor as his eyes shift around the room before they fall on you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his curly hair.

“What about you?”

Your mouth twitches, “what about me?”

“Did he buy you anything?”

“Apart from the fact that I have to drive Junho around in the Urus, no, he didn’t.”

He nods, jutting out his bottom lip before he jumps a little closer, fist pressed to his temple as he slurps up the dregs of his beer, “and money?”

You regret ever confiding in him.

“What money?”

“You know,” he laughs, knee brushing yours lightly as he sets down the beer can to reach for another, “the money he’s been sending you every month?”

You suddenly feel the need to lie, “still the same.”

“Damn, so he gives Junho all that money and still managed to buy him a Urus and all these fucking expensive toys?”

If your suspicions had a radar – it would be beeping like crazy.

Junho is a neat boy lately. He packs all his toys and cars away after he’s done with them, and he knows not to leave them out in the lounge or kitchen or laying in the hallway. So, how does Seojoon know about the toys?

“And you still don’t spend the money?”

You rub your forehead, defences shooting up, “no.”

“So you’re still saving it like you said?”

“Why are you so interested in the money?”

His eyebrows shoot up, a flash of an emotion you’ve never seen before passes his features which has you wondering if you’ve made a mistake. But the nervous chuckle he lets out after has your hackles rising.

“I’m just asking, you’re not curious? Where does he get all that money from?”

And then it hits you.

So hard you feel yourself standing up but you’re not. You’re still sat next to him, blinking stupidly.

He’s after the money he knows you’re saving for Junho when he’s old enough to make decisions for himself and figure out what to do with the money his father left for him.

“Seojoon you—”

“So, you don’t miss me?”

Your feel your facial muscles tense, “what?”

“You know—” he laughs, his arm suddenly around your shoulder “—how things used to be with us?”

You shrug off his hand, making a move to stand from the couch but he’s got your wrist in his grip, light but terrifying.

“You’re gonna choose to run away instead of answer my question?” He speaks sharply, the smile he has on a juxtaposition of the domineering tone in his voice. “I know you miss me.”

When you speak, that’s when you feel your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, twisting your arm to break free from his hold. You laugh, masking your fear, showing him that you’re completely unaffected by him and his firm hold your hand.

“What do you mean?” You chuckle lightly, using your other hand to peel his fingers off and rise from the couch, pacing over to the door.

You’re turned to the door when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck, spinning around abruptly to find him so close, your chests nearly touching before you take a few steps away. Heart sinking to the pit of your stomach when the ice-cold door presses into your back. His eyes are glazed over, head cocking to the side menacingly.

“You know what I mean. Do you miss spending time with me?”

“Seojoon,” you chuckle, pushing him away lightly but he’s glued to the spot, Chest rock hard against your touch, “what are you talking about?”

“Just answer the question,” he states plainly, voice dropping to a whisper.

You look up at him, chin quivering slightly, “what are y—”

“I bet that bastard bought you off too am I right? You fell for his tricks and now you won’t admit your feelings for me.”

“What the fu—Seojoon what feelings? You’re my friend.”

His eye twitches, snarling through his words as he presses a hand to the door, towering over you.

“Stop lying,” he growls, the sounds paired with that blank look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.

“I’m not lying, we’re friends, right?”

“No,” he exclaims, banging a fist into the door, “we’re not friends! Friends don’t do the things we did!”

You click your tongue, still believing that he’s playing some stupid prank on you.

“Seojoon, stop it now.”

“Stop what? Loving you?!”

You can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you, you’re aware that he’s being serious, but that seems like your only response in this situation. But the smile gets wiped off your face when he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close, his chest now flush against yours.

“Seojoon—” you beat your fists against his chest, that tiny voice inside your head telling you to remain calm getting smaller and smaller “—let me go.”

“NO! All those nights I spent watching you fall asleep, you would cuddle closer to me! All that was gone when that asshole came back! I saw you with him and that other snob. They can’t love you like I can.”

“What the fuck Seojoon?!”

He continues to spew a whole load of bullshit, while you’re beating at his chest and kicking his shin, but he refuses to let go.

“Listen to me, please! I saw you at the Junho’s party! You weren’t happy! You’re never happy around them,” he rambles, head dipping down while you’re shoving at his face, “I can keep you happy.”

Your eyes widen in horror when he grabs the back of your head and lowers his with his lips puckered. Pinning your hands to the door. Turning your head to the side, you spot your car keys in the bowl kept to the right of the door and reach for it, rearing your hand back and driving it into his side which has him stumbling away, clutching his side in pain.

You grab his collar and yank open the door, tossing him out in one swift movement, “you piece of shit!” He reaches out for you, but you jerk your knee upward, hitting his chin harshly. A loud crack resounding in the hall.

”Leave me the fuck alone or I’m calling the police!”

Without a single look at his face, you slam the door and fling the car keys across the room, gaze shifting around the small space of your apartment as your heart beats a rapid rhythm. You lock the door and push the heavy armchair across the front of the hall, setting it against the door. Rushing down the hallway, you stand outside Junho’s room, lingering in the doorway as you peek inside. Finding it empty.

Of course, you know he’s not here. He’s with Yoongi and Yuri. Why are you looking for him when you know he’s not here?

You jog to the lounge again, pausing when you see the beer cans. Like an arrow through your chest, what happened a few moments ago comes to the forefront of your mind. A stream of tears pouring down your cheeks as you pick them up one by one and throw them into the trash can.

With a pained groan, you flop down onto your bed after locking the door, chest aching as you press your fist to your forehead, wondering how you could let that happen. His shut eyes, crusty lips, filthy hands on your skin sits like a stain in your memory, playing like a broken record in your head and no matter how hard you rub your eyes – it just wouldn’t go away.

Worst of all, you trusted that man. And he turned out to be this psycho who watches your every move and knows exactly what’s happening in your life without your knowledge. Innocently, you would spend your free time with him watching movies and all along he had different intentions. You can’t help but feel like you fed his desire, you’re to blame for trusting a complete stranger and spilling everything.

A sob wracks your chest, a vision of what could’ve happened distorting your head.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you think of Junho, and what would’ve happened if he were here. Thank God he wasn’t here.

If Seojoon didn’t show up you would’ve been showered and in bed, now you can’t move, sitting in one spot as your apartment grows cold and dull.

You’re searching for your phone, spotting it on the side table before bringing it up to your face with shaky hands, fingers scrolling up and down through your contact list. Fear still fresh and coursing through your veins. It’s almost midnight. Everyone would be asleep.

The silence in your home is deafening, and you feel utterly and nauseatingly alone.

Heart refusing to slow down, rocking back and forth, you wait for him to answer, staring at the orange beam of light filtering in through a crack in your curtains, hyperaware that Seojoon is just out the door. You could call security on him at any moment, but you can’t bring yourself to. And you can take care of yourself. All you need to do is hear—

“He-llo?”

You chew on your nails, sitting up straight as you clear your throat, “hello…”

His voice is thick with sleep, low and raspy, and you can imagine the sleepy pout he’s doing as he speaks.

“It’s past 12, what’s wrong?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, vision getting blurred by tears all over again. You take a moment to think over it again, it doesn’t seem all that bad – you got out of it before it could escalate. So why do you feel so fucking broken?

“I-I know—” your voice cracks, refusing to let you speak before you take a few deep inhales again, focusing on the chipped corner of your coffee table.

“___? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I…”

“I’m coming over right now. It’s only a two-hour flight.”

“No,” you protest, leaning to the side to rest your head on your arm, “no don’t come. I’m okay.”

“You don’t sound okay, love.”

“I just…”

“Nightmares again?”

Smiling through your tears, you press your lips together, nodding despite him not being able to see you.

“Is Smiley staying over at Yoongi’s again?”

You nod again, pressing a hand to your forehead, “yeah.”

Shuffling from the other end of the line filters through the speaker, his voice much clearer now, yet still laced with sleep.

“I can come over, it’s not a problem.”

“No, I’m okay.”

He exhales a deep sigh, whispering, “are you in bed?”

“Yeah,” you quake, resting on the couch now, facing the doorway.

“This…This might be stupid, but I can sing for you?”

You smile to yourself, hand resting on your belly as you stare at the ceiling.

“Really?”

“I’m not that good or anything but I can for you, if that would help your nightmares.”

The last time someone sang you to sleep was when you were five years old, and your mother would lay by your side humming a soporific tune. You sing the same for Junho, and it works wonders whenever he deals with his own nightmares.

“Okay.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “don’t laugh at me.”

Giggling, you rest the phone on the side, next to your ear, waiting for him to begin.

“I won’t”

“It’s sort of a Christmas song…”

“That’s perfect.”

He clears his throat again, exaggerating the sound a bit before he begins. Taking your breath away with his honey voice.

“Hey snow It’s coming today What should I prepare? I’m ready to greet you, okay Grey is falling on the canvas You can just cover it white—

Are you awake?”

“Your voice is…” You chuckle giddily, heart slowing to a steady beat, “wow. You really are perfect.”

“Thank you but you shouldn’t be talking, you should be sleeping.”

You roll your eyes, “you asked if I’m awake!”

“I was just checking!”

“Hmm,” you snort, bringing your pillow up to your chest to cuddle, “continue.”

“I’ll give you the world In this cold season You are my special event Your warmth will melt My blue and grey away.”

“Such a sweet song.”

“Not sweet enough if you’re still up.”

You yawn, eyes slipping shut as you envision him next you, curled up behind you on your bed while you’re drifting off to sleep, fast asleep knowing Junho is safe and sound and probably on his third dream for the night.

“When the world is full of white flowers May out times be more special When time is standing still May these flowers fall on your sad smile.”

Sleep washes over you with his gentle words weaving into your mind, turning over to your left side as you peek at the door for a second then close your eyes again, so drowsy with his soothing melody.

“Good night love.”

You’re mumbling, phone slipping from your hand as you hear yourself say:

“Good night, Tae.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL THE POLICE?”

You hold up your hands placatingly, tugging Yuri’s arm so she’ll return to her seat and calm down a tad. Peeking over her shoulder, you watch Yoongi from the lounge, seeing him stand behind Junho as they continue mix something in a large bowl.

“Weren’t you scared? And you stayed there all day? Fuck no. You’re moving in with me and Yoongi till you find a new apartment. I can’t fucking believe him! What the fuck?! AND HE KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY AND THE CAR AND THE MONEY.”

“Well, technically,” you sigh, intertwining your fingers with hers, “I told him about the money a while ago. And no no—”

She throws you an exhausted look, a mix of disapproval and disgust written across her face.

“You wanted me to get with him!”

“That was before I knew he was psycho!”

“Me too!”

She scratches her head, waving your joined hands around.

“But to tell him about the money…”

“I know and I honestly thought he was after that.”

She scoffs, “anyone with a fully functioning mind knew what he was after, I’m just…shocked, you know? He seemed so nice every time I saw him, and he was so good with Smiley.”

You exhale a burdened sigh, staring at nothing in particular, “looks can be deceiving.”

“Still waters run deep.”

Silence falls over you, the sound of Junho and Yoongi’s giggles echoing in their capacious home. Seojoon’s blank look replays in your mind, a chill runs down your spine when you think of how he cornered you. Refused to let you go. Yuri narrows her eyes at you, cogs turning behind her brown eyes.

“So when are you moving in?”

“What?” You laugh, swatting her arm, “we’re not.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell Yoongi whether you like it or not and you know what he’s gonna do.”

“Tell Jungkook and I can’t have that!”

Her eyebrow jumps, “why not?”

“Because…”

“Because…he’ll…break Seojoon’s legs and hand it to you?”

You gasp, “we—”

“Taehyung would do the same by the way. I’m one hundred percent sure. Should I refresh your memory and remind you? That night in the club?”

Your eyes widen, “oh God no. He’ll beat Seojoon to a pulp. Did you see their size difference?”

She juts out her lip, leaning back on the couch, “he’ll deserve it.”

“I just don’t want to cause any more issues, as it is Junho has been asking a LOT of questions lately.”

“Oh,” she chuckles, crossed legs brushing yours, “tell me about it.” She twists in the couch, ensuring that Yoongi is far away before dipping closer to you, hand cupped around the side of her mouth. “The other night he asked Yoongi why you and Jungkook can’t be together like us.”

Even if you laugh, your heart chips a bit to hear that.

“He also asked when I’m gonna have my own child,” she rolls her eyes, smile fading ever so slightly.

“Ugh, Junho. Hey—” you wiggle her knee around, voice lowering to a whisper “—how’s that going? Yoongi said I should talk to you…something like that.”

She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, fixing her t-shirt as she rises from the couch, but you yank her back down.

“Tell me!”

“No,” she grins, “it’s nothing. You know Yoongi overthinks everything.”

“Yeah, but everything is good, right?”

Her smile turns solemn, “I have an appointment with the gynae next weekend.”

“Alright, well you let me know how it goes.”

“WE’RE READY!”

Junho skips to the lounge holding a big silver dish while Yoongi follows carrying smaller bowls, setting it on the table then gesturing for you to join them. You peek into the bigger dish, running your fingers through Junho’s hair.

“You guys made hwachae!”

“Perfect for this weather,” Yoongi winks at Junho, busy scooping out some of the watermelon punch to then hand to Yuri who takes the seat next to him.

“It’s been so rainy these past few days,” you comment, sitting down next to Junho as you fill up his bowl. “Nice to have the sun out.”

Yuri hums, mouth stuffed, “I love the rain. This is so good! Thanks baby and baby—” She pinches Junho’s cheek who pouts, fist held out.

“I’m not a baby anymore!”

Yuri’s mouth hangs open, “yeah well you’re still a baby to me, okay?”

Pulling Junho’s chair closer to you, you nuzzle into his neck, “we know you’re not a baby but you’re still our baby, hm?”

His big eyes soften, dimple denting his cheek as he smiles.

The only sounds that can be heard is soft slurping and munching, enjoying the sweet juices while you’re itching to ask that one question. One that’s been nagging you ever since you arrived at Yoongi’s house.

“Ah—” Juice spills down Junho’s chin, and he panics, gesturing to the mess.

Yoongi hands Yuri a tissue, and she gets to cleaning up Junho’s neck and chin, patting his chest for good measure.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome baby.”

“Have you heard from Jungkook?”

Their heads snap in your direction, including Junho, who then looks at Yoongi, waiting for an answer.

Yoongi seems a bit stunned by the question, before his face relaxes to its usual expression, setting down his spoon.

“I spoke to him this morning.”

“And?”

His eyebrows furrow, “he’s…okay. Why do you ask?”

Your spoon clinks against the sides of your now empty bowl, fist tucked under your cheek.

“I’ve been trying to call him. But he wasn’t picking up. Voicemail.”

You’re avoiding Yuri’s inquisitive stare, knowing that she’s going to nail you for being so curious about Jungkook.

“I’ll let him know you tried calling.”

“No,” you blurt, fixated on the small chunk of ice slowly melting away in your bowl, “it’s okay. I was just wondering.”

Yoongi hums, tongue poking at his cheek.

“Smiley,” he calls, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen, “let’s clean up.”

They clear the table, while you’re watching in awe as Junho takes each of your bowls and stacks them into each other. He’s not like this at home.

“We’re making dinner tonight,” Yoongi announces, holding Junho’s hand in his as they pad over to the lounge, “gonna chill in the meantime.”

“Hey, Yoongs,” Yuri shouts, earning a slow ‘yeah’ from her husband, “can you come over here for a sec?”

Once he’s back in the dining room, without Junho this time, Yuri passes you a quick look, one you recognize. But it’s too late since Yoongi is already here.

“We need to talk to you about something.”

He pulls out the chair Junho occupied earlier, sitting between the two of you, “what?”

She cocks a brow, gesturing to Yoongi with her chin while Yoongi looks at you perplexed.

“What are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” Yuri sighs deeply, “you remember Seojoon, the guy that moved in next to ___ after we got married?”

He thinks for a bit, small eyes narrowed, “y…es. Tech dude?”

“Yeah, last night he—”

“Lat night—“ you begin carefully, knowing that it’s best if you tell the story instead of Yuri given how she reacted earlier “—last night he came over.”

You keep your gaze on the charcoal grey tablecloth, drawing invisible patterns as you continue with a quickening heartbeat.

“He said we should hang out since we haven’t done it in a while…and recently, he’s been…giving me a weird vibe so I was like, okay, let me just get it over with since Junho isn’t around.”

Glancing upward, you check if Yoongi is still listening, and he is, elbow propped on the table with his gaze more pensive.

“And…we drank, well, he drank. I had this feeling, but I figured I was just overthinking it since we hung out a ton of times before.”

“What happened?”

“Uh, he…started asking me all these questions about Junho and Jungkook and money and I know it’s my fault since I should’ve have been so open with him from the beginning.”

“And?”

“I figured he was after the money but then he—God, this is so weird.”

“No, it’s not weird,” Yuri exclaims, reaching across the table to grab your hand as she grips Yoongi’s shoulder with the other, drawing his attention to her, “he was stalking her. Started talking about the party when he wasn’t even invited! About the car Jungkook bought and all that and he said other creepy things!”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, “what else did he say? How do you know for sure that he was stalking you?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh emptily, “just…the things he said freaked me out.”

“And what he did after…” Yuri finishes, shooting a warning glare at you.

Yoongi turns to you, “what did he do?”

“He…well, he grabbed my hand—” you clutch your sore wrist to your chest, recounting the events from last night “—and he wouldn’t let me go. When I tried to get away, he pushed me against the door and refused to let me go still. Then he…”

“That’s harassment!”

Yoongi turns to Yuri who’s fuming all over again, his voice calm, “then he…?”

“He tried to kiss me, but I managed to push him away and kick him out.”

“And she still slept there! She should’ve called the police!”

“I’m afraid of how much he knows.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi counters, pushing the chair back as he stands up, “Yuri and I will take you back home to pack whatever you need, you’re staying with us till we deal with him.”

Yuri squeals, grabbing your hands to pull you in for a hug, “I told you!”

Perhaps it isn’t too safe for you to go back there with Seojoon around, knowing what a creep he turned out to be. And maybe you did wake up multiple times throughout the night to monitor your surroundings. As much as you hate to admit it, you had to drink several glasses of water before you truly calmed down.

She takes your face between her palms, grinning, “told you he’ll say that. Don’t worry about anything. Yoongi will sort everything out. Let’s get ready to fetch your things.”

You’re eyeing Yoongi who’s busy talking on the phone, slipping away into the kitchen.

How he deals with Seojoon shouldn’t be any of your business, right? Especially since Yuri has no idea who he was all those years ago.

Yuri holds out the purple, jewel toned silk dress, mouth hanging open, “this. You’re wearing this on Friday.”

You stuff another pair of jeans into your suitcase, huffing, “Yuri, you’re supposed to be helping me pack. Not help me pick out what I’m gonna wear!”

She tosses the dress onto your bed, resuming her search in your cupboard, “you’re right, you’re right. You could wear anything, and Taehyung would still drool!”

Heat creeps to your cheeks, “shut up!”

Butterflies swarm your belly at the mention of his name, fluttering around when you think of how your date would go this Friday. He’s taking you out to one of the…fanciest restaurants in town.

Yuri flops down on your bed dreamily, arms splayed behind her, “still can’t believe he sang you to sleep. Yoongi does sometimes…but it’s mostly me singing him to sleep! And I don’t mind, since I love watching how he struggles to keep his eyes open.”

You chuckle, aiming a camisole at her face, “he didn’t really sing me to sleep. I dozed off for a while then woke up again since I couldn’t…fucking calm down.”

“Ah,” she pouts, tugging at the hem of your shirt, “sorry babe.”

“It’s okay.”

“I wish you would’ve called us! If I saw him I would’ve—” she holds up her hands, choking the air “—you know?”

You snort, “I can take care of myself.”

“Right, right, I know,” she jokes, poking at your side, “you were part of the bees once upon a time.”

Smirking, you collapse next to her, taking a lump of her hair between your fingers. She opens her mouth to speak, but the sound of your phone ringing in the lounge interrupts her. You rush over to answer it, eyebrows pinching together when you see an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me, Jungkook.”

“O-Oh,” you chuckle, both hands clutching the phone to your ear, “hey.”

“I tried calling you.”

You scoff, “I tried calling you! And you wouldn’t take any of my calls.”

“What?”

You sit at the edge of the kitchen stool, hearing the shock in his voice, “yeah. I tried calling and you wouldn’t answer. Then voicemail.”

“That’s funny because I didn’t get any calls at all.”

You purse your lips, “I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m serious. Not a single call. And I have my phone with me all the time. You know I can switch numbers on my phone, but still receive calls on one. I explained it to you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

“But I didn’t get any from your number,” you hear him make a small sound of surprise, “and I sent Junho a few messages, but he didn’t reply.”

“What? Junho?”

“Yeah, I know you have like this safety thing on for him so he can’t receive calls from unknown numbers, so I couldn’t call you there either. He didn’t reply so I was worried, but Yoongi said you guys are okay.”

You’re already making your way to Junho’s room, finding him stuffing the miniature version of your suitcase with his own clothes.

“Oh, yeah, we’re okay.”

Junho leaps up, pulling at your dress, “can I talk to dad?”

“I’ll call you later, gotta go.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Wait, why did you try calling?”

“Oh, err…I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You hear someone speak in the background, along with shuffling, “okay, I’ll call you and we can talk.”

“Okay.”

Once you hear beeping to signal the end of the call, you set your phone down on Junho’s desk, scanning his room.

“Where’s your iPad?”

Immediately, you notice his change in expression, fingers pulling at his bottom lip.

“I got it here.”

You fold your arms, perched at the edge of his bed, “can I see it?”

He shuffles around his room, looking under the heaps of clothing and inside his drawers. Stalling. Finally, he finds it in the overnight bag he took to Yoongi’s this weekend, handing it to you without meeting your gaze.

And just like Jungkook said, you open up the messaging app to see over fifteen voice notes from Jungkook. All have been opened. But not one response from your son. Junho hovers near you, swaying on his feet.

‘Hey Smiley! How’s my big boy doing? I miss you!’

‘Smiley! What are you up to? I saw a Bugatti on my way to work today and I thought of you. I’m always thinking of you and mamma. Tell her I miss her and I miss you toooo!’

‘Junho I hope you’re okay! Please let me know if you want anything before I get back. There’s a nice shop over here and they keep Matchbox and Hot Wheels!’

‘Smiley you’re doing good? Respond to meeeeee.’

‘Does mamma like black or white more?’

‘Don’t tell her I asked, pleaseeeee.’

‘Smiley can you tell mamma I’m trying to call her. I don’t think she wants to talk to me. Ha ha.’

You glance at Junho, a dense lump lodged in your throat. He’s staring at the screen now, sat next to you.

‘I love you sonnnn, I love you both!’

Locking the iPad abruptly, you turn to Junho, heart pounding in your chest. Ears turning hot when you catch sight of Junho’s guilty frown.

“Are you going to tell me…why you didn’t respond to dad?”

He hops off the bed, short legs carrying him to the other side of the room where he grabs his headphones.

“Junho. I’m talking to you. Why didn’t you tell me dad was trying to call?”

“Because,” he grits out, back turned to you.

You inhale a shuddering breath, your own voice going against your will and booming out into the room.

“Because what?!”

“Because I didn’t want to!” He yells, stomping his feet.

“You didn’t want to?!”

“Yes!”

You grab his arm, turning his head with a hold on his chin, thumb and forefinger pressing into his cheeks, “why not?!”

He squirms out of your hold, eyes as wide as saucers, “because!”

“That’s it,” you shout, folding the cover over his iPad and tucking it under your arm, “no more iPad for you.”

“NO!”

“The weekend is over anyway.”

“Mamma,” he sobs, reaching out for you. You will yourself to look away, ignoring the way tears brim his doe eyes because you’ll give in to him. And then he won’t learn his lesson.

“Are you going to tell me why you didn’t respond to dad?!”

“Because,” he grits, shoulders lifting with each harsh breath he takes, “because I didn’t want to talk to him. He’s gone again!”

Your heart stutters in your chest, tears springing to your eyes.

“He’s gone! He left us again!”

“J-Junho…”

“I didn’t want to talk to him,” he repeats, wiping at his eyes furiously, “I didn’t want to!”

“He’s coming back,” you soothe, crouching in front of him to wipe his tears but he jerks away, stuttering through his words.

“And now you’re angry with me!”

“Junho, I’m not—”

“Yes, you are!”

You pull him into your lap, wiping his tears with the hem of your shirt.

“I’m just…sad. I was waiting for dad to call for so long and then when I tried to call him, it wasn’t going through. So, I was just worried and then I found out that all along he’s been sending you messages and you didn’t tell me.”

He buries his head in your chest, sobbing, “I’m sorry.”

You pat his back, seeing Yuri’s reflection in the mirror to your left. Spinning around with Junho in your lap, you wipe your eyes with your shoulder, sending her a maudlin smile.

“How much did you see” – you mouth to her, receiving a shrug.

“Enough.”

Later that evening, you’re trying to make sense of why Junho would do something like that. Why would he ignore his father when he loves him so much and he’s afraid that he’s never going to come back? How can a child, his age, have all the anger and willpower to ignore someone he yearns to talk to?

You’re glad that you made up after, sat with him till he fell asleep and tucked him in good, but you know you should’ve handled it differently.

Sat in the patio across Yoongi and Yuri, you take a sip of your drink, shrinking into your seat.

“Am I a bad mother?”

“What? NO!”

“Of course not.”

You giggle at their reactions, nodding.

Yoongi sits back in the couch, “why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, gazing up at the sky, “I just feel like I could’ve…reacted better today.”

“You were surprised, and you made up pretty quick,” Yuri quips, nudging Yoongi in his side so he can add some of his input.

“Smiley’s a smart boy, I’m sure he understood why you were mad at him.”

“If your kids don’t hate you at some point then you’re a bad parent.”

Both you and Yoongi share the same quizzical expression, eyes on Yuri who sinks into Yoongi’s side, laughing hysterically.

“What? That’s what my mother says!”

Yoongi hugs her into his side, gummy smile in place, “I guess she’s right.”

“Do you think your kids would hate you at some point, Yoongi?” You tease, hearing a rigid no from him.

“My kids are gonna love me! I’m gonna spoil them and spend all my time with them, make sure that they’re always having fun.”

Yuri stares up at him fondly, stars in her eyes.

“Yeah?”

He looks down at her, nodding with his cheeks puffed up, “mhm.”

“Can’t wait,” she giggles, reaching for his hand to place a kiss on his knuckles.

You look away to give them privacy, but you find your gaze wandering back to them. A sense of longing blooming in your heart at their precious interaction.

Taehyung pulls up in the driveway with a loud roar of his engine, radiant smile in place. You wave Yuri and Junho goodbye, taking cautious steps down the stairs as you rush over to his car. Clicking in the seatbelt, you’re unable to hide your goofy smile once you turn to face him.

“Hey.”

He gives you quick peck on the lips, his fingers brushing your chin ever so slightly but it’s enough to have your face turn hot and tingling. The taste of mint lingers on your lips, along with his playful smile.

“Hey,” he says charmingly, one hand on the wheel while the other sits on the gearshift, “you look beautiful.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, scanning his attire. Grey, three-piece suit with a darker colored tie, hair swept over his forehead.

“Thank you, so do you.”

“How have you been?”

You gaze out the window, eyes tracking each car that passes by. A habit you picked up from your son.

“Been okay, and yours?”

“Busy,” he sighs, heel of his palm pressed to the wheel as he takes the first left turn, “things went well at our new branch. I’m just glad that I’m back home.”

“That’s good.”

He turns to you, dark brown eyes simmering with the streetlights, “to see you.”

“Me too,” you smirk, alarmed when a car honks behind you, “hey, keep your eyes on the road!”

“It’s not my fault!” He laughs, the sound rich and masculine, “you distracted me.”

Face burning impossibly hot, you fix the strap of your dress, marvelling at the bright yellow lights ahead once you come to a stop outside a large building. It’s exterior black with yellow highlights and a modern structure. ‘Beaujolais’ in a glowing, brighter yellow situated above the double doors. While you were admiring the architecture, you failed to notice that Taehyung had left his seat to make his way to your side, startling you when he opens your door.

“Madam,” he winks, holding out his hand which you take gracefully.

Once you enter, all heads turn your way, his name being mumbled in every corner of the dimly lit restaurant. You grip onto his arm, feeling him lean into your side as you’re ushered to a quiet corner in the back, an elderly couple seated behind you. Taehyung tucks you into your seat, jerking it forward till you’re snug against the edge of the table.

You wait for him to take the seat across you, but he doesn’t, instead he pulls out the seat next to you, arm thrown over the backrest of your chair.

With a flick of his finger, not one word from him, the waiter dips his head and scurries away from your table, leaving you to take in the elegant interior, a low murmur floating around as well as the soft clink of utensils.

“Are you going to tell me what happened that night?”

He’s so close you could count each pore on his face – zero. Which leaves you feeling a little exposed. But he’s unbothered.

“Which night?” You whisper, whisper because he’s speaking in such a low tone.

He drags his tongue between his teeth, a light smirk playing on his lips. The entire gesture insanely attractive to you.

“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. The night you called. You’re not the type to call at midnight crying over a nightmare. Usually, you’d tell me the next day.”

You scrunch up your nose when he nudges it with his index finger, following the sparkles his rings catch with the candlelight.

“I know you too well.”

Sticking out your bottom lip, you arrange your thoughts – wondering if you should tell him. Whenever you talk about it, it leaves you in a lugubrious mood for the rest of the day, and you don’t want to spoil your evening.

“I…I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

There’s a question on his lips, eyes searching yours before he nods slowly, fiddling with the napkin on his plate.

“Alright, but you are going to tell me.”

“I will,” you promise, shoulders feeling a little looser.

“How’s Smiley doing? I wanted to pop in to see him before we left but then we would’ve missed our reservation,” he pouts, his attention carried to your neck when you throw your hair over your shoulder.

“He’s good. Ah, you can see him tomorrow if you want to.”

“I was thinking we could go to this one water park not too far from here, Junho would love it!”

“Is it the one near Jangmi? I heard about it a while ago.”

“Yeah, Yoongi and Yuri can come along if they’d like, we can leave after work and maybe spend the night too.”

“That sounds like fun,” you admit, knowing how much Junho would enjoy the water park, since he’s your little water baby, “I’ll ask them.”

“Okay. Just let me know what they say, and I can book in for us,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

He’s busy texting, and you can’t help but look, he lets you too, holding the phone up so you can observe.

“Deiji?” You say before thinking, but he’s quick to respond before you can play it off.

“Yeah, her dad owns the park, so I asked if she had hold a few rooms for us until you let me know.”

“Oh.”

At the mention of her, you recall the sickeningly sweet smell of her perfume, extremely high -pitched voice to match whenever Taehyung cracked a joke. Her grubby hands on him—

“Let’s check.”

Taehyung rubs his hands together, bringing one of the menus between you. You settle on one of their chicken dishes since the name sounded delicious itself and Taehyung picks out the starter and dessert, keeping his main similar to yours. The entire time he’s pinned to your side, hands caressing your knee as he munches on his entrée cutely.

You dab at the corners of his mouth, already full by the time you’re done but once the aroma of the chicken hits your nostrils when it’s placed in front of you – your stomach gurgles for more.

“Told you it’s good,” he chuckles, sipping at his wine. Whenever you turn to look at him – he looks at you, so you can’t truly ogle him like you usually do. But Taehyung in this setting – sipping on wine, lax and calm under the candlelight, he’s truly, so breathtakingly handsome. You surge forward, pressing your lips to the mole on his nose.

His eyes widen comically, as if breaking character before he relaxes, returning the gesture which has you giggling.

“The mole on your nose—“ you say, brushing it with your finger once again.

“What about it?”

“It’s cute.”

“I have one here and here too—” he bites his bottom lip, showing you the one just there.

“I know.”

“Why don’t you kiss those too?”

Heat settles on your cheeks once again, and it’s not the wine. You find the elderly woman’s bespectacled gaze on you, her face twisted in disgust.

“Maybe later,” you wink, patting his cheek lightly.

It’s silent for the rest of your meal, till dessert comes around, a rich, chocolatey mousse which has your tastebuds tingling, moaning with the decadence as it hits your tongue.

“I come here on special occasions,” he informs, poking into his mousse.

You lick the underside of your spoon, cocking a brow, “what’s today’s special occasion?”

He shrugs, “just feel like it.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you can tell he has more to say with the way he leaves his mousse unfinished, hands disappearing under the table.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you, ___.”

You swallow the last bit of chocolate, urging him to continue with raised brows.

“I mean, about my past,” he begins, words leaving his mouth cautiously, “I know, that day, you saw those pictures of me, and my mother said I was a rebel and all, but it’s more than that.”

Setting down your spoon, you rest your hands on the table, “okay.”

He shuts his eyes, struggle shooting through them once they reopen, “I just don’t want you to see me differently from this day onward. Who I was before is a poor representation of who I am today. What you get from me now is me, one hundred percent.”

“Tae,” you giggle, catching the short tufts of hair at the back of his neck between your fingers, “you can trust me.”

“I know I can,” he stresses, ringed fingers curling around your thigh, “I just…don’t want you to see me differently.”

You inhale a deep breath, releasing the words just as slow, “I haven’t been honest about my past too…so I understand.”

He chews on his bottom lip, gaze latched onto yours.

“Alright, well, I’ll go first.”

Nodding, you readjust your position in your seat as he does the same.

“If something happens to you, and it affected you so much, won’t you swear to yourself that you won’t let your kids go through the same?”

Your chin hits your chest as you nod, his words resonating within you since you share a similar thought.

“My father refused to marry the girl his parents picked out for him and instead married my mother, gave her two children and then left because he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t handle taking care of a family without his parents’ wealth. So he left. Leaving us with absolutely nothing.”

You’re listening intently, arm winding around his back.

“But everything caught up with him,” he exhales a bitter laugh, “anyway, I was seen as the black sheep of the family. My brother worked hard in school, and I was trying too. But when your effort isn’t recognized when you know you’re trying, it just feels like you’re doing it all for nothing, you know? At least that’s what I thought when I was younger. So I gave up, got lost in the wrong corner at the wrong time and joined the wrong crowd.”

His large hand covers yours, lacing your fingers.

“The whole time, I grew up thinking that we were born into an unfortunate family, so when my grandfather caught me picking at his pocket in a high society event, I refused to believe him when he said I was his grandson. They still didn’t help until my mother agreed to give up one of her sons to the family name. She hated them—” he grits, agony flashing behind his eyes, “—hated them with a passion, thought he was lying so you know who she gave up?”

You cup the back of his neck, whispering, “you.”

“But I refused to leave my other family behind and that’s when everything went haywire. How I ended up—” he presses a hand to his forehead, hands trembling.

“We don’t have to talk about this, Tae.”

“No, I want you to know,” he intones, fixing his posture. “Again, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, given a weapon I didn’t even know how to handle at the time with one job assigned to me and my partner. We were supposed to shake the guy up, you know? Make him pay in another way till he could actually give us the money.”

He shakes his head vehemently, brown hair flopping over his eyes.

“But things went out of control, he tried to hurt me and my partner and before you know it, I was the one who pulled the trigger.”

With that, he exhales a burdened breath, turning to you slowly as he surveys every inch of your face. You’re taking it all in, wondering if he means what you think he means.

“You…?”

“Yes.”

This should affect you a lot more than it actually is, right? Why do you feel nothing after finding out that he once killed a man…in a difficult situation. Maybe because you witnessed something like that multiple times before.

“It was self-defence, that’s what they all said, but up till today I still live with the guilt knowing I could’ve aimed lower, in his leg, in his arm.”

Then his words hit you, stomach flipping in on itself.

“Why do you…carry one with you then?”

He chews on the corner of his mouth, “I don’t anymore. I keep it in my car. That day at the warehouse, I just had the suspicion that Jungkook was gonna do something stupid, so I took it with me.”

“What if you…had hurt Yoongi? What if you didn’t aim for his arm?”

“The thing is, after that day, I went for training, I got a license and I know how to use it. Eighteen-year-old me was clueless and scared. I aimed for the pipe behind Jungkook, I guess Yoongi got scared and tried to save him, I had no idea it would hit his arm.”

“Taehyung, I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t go there intending to hurt anyone, ___. I didn’t aim at Jungkook or Yoongi, I was trying to scare him like he was doing with me. It was purely an accident.”

You’re blinking at him, slowly making sense of his words. Suddenly, your shoulder feels cold, he scoots away from you, buttoning up his blazer.

“Anyway, that’s my story. I just wanted you to know if we decide to take things further.”

You can tell how he’s feeling. He just poured out the most defining moments of his life and you’re pondering on something you’ve already discussed multiple times before. Somehow, you feel like he’s contradicting himself, saying that he’s not who he was but he’s still careless with a weapon like that. Whether he likes it or not, you’re going to have to talk about it again. But now it’s your turn.

“This is my story.”

You start from the beginning, just like he did. From your religious parents, to how you met Jungkook and Yoongi, to how things started with Jungkook, to how you found out who Jungkook’s father is. Somehow, it seems a lot worse than his story when you recall how you witnessed Jungkook’s father’s gang blow up a whole building, countless deaths taking place right in front of your eyes. How you stuck with Jungkook.

Till he didn’t stick with you anymore, retelling the story of how he left, which seems incredibly similar to what his own father had done. It makes you think.

He’s caressing the back of your knuckles with his thumb, a regretful tint to his eyes.

“Is that why you wanted us to work things out? Did you somehow relate to my situation?”

He licks his lips, “I saw my mother in you.”

Your heart clenches in your chest, vision going blurry.

“Why she did what she did.”

“Tae…”

Hoping you don’t ruin the eye makeup Yuri took hours perfecting, you dab at your eyes, unable to fight the tight lump in your throat any longer.

“But most importantly, I saw myself in Junho.”

You continue to chat, his words stir a range of emotions, words refusing to come out as you blink at him. Just then, the waiter comes around with the bill, forcing you to conceal your face behind Taehyung. You leave the restaurant in silence, soft jazz filling the car as he takes the long route back home, turning to you when you stop at a red light.

“I’m glad we finally talked.”

You smile, half his face illuminated by the city lights. This whole evening makes you feel closer to him, the yearning extending into something else, something strong and latching onto him as he sits and speaks to you with his telling eyes.

Something blossoms in your chest. You want him. But not in a lustful sense, that too, but more. Your own thoughts fail to pinpoint the feeling.

His shirt is unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Acting on impulse, you unclick your seatbelt and jump across the console, catching his lips in a searing kiss. He kisses you back just as thirsty, the breath he takes in through his nose sharp and stuttered as your fingers curl around his neck, peppering kisses all over his handsome face, uncaring as the straps of your dress drop from shoulders.

Keeping you in his lap, he speeds down the highway as you continue to nip and suck at the side of his throat, hearing him groan when your tongue swirls around the bruise just below his ear. You work on giving him a matching one of the other side, turning his head for your easy access.

“Fuck, my place or yours?”

“Yours,” you hum, catching his earlobe between your teeth to hear him grunt, girthy cock pressing into the underside of your thighs. You’re soaking through your panties, pulling at his tie then working on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, dark lipstick marks scattered across his shirt, face and chest.

Once you’re parked in his driveway, he carries you bridal style up the staircase, navigating through his mansion while you continue with you assault on your neck, heels slipping from your feet, wanting nothing more than to have his neck marked with your love. You’re being tossed onto the bed, breath hitching in your throat when you find your reflection on the ceiling, lipstick smeared across your chin and cheeks, hair a mess.

“What’s gotten into you, today?” He husks, undoing the strap on his watch before discarding his belt in a similar fashion, the clink of the clasp sending a thrill up the length of your spine. His rings come off next, clattering to the nightstand.

You kneel at the foot of the bed, working on pushing his top garments over his shoulders.

“Nothing, but I’m hoping you do.”

A strangled gasp tumbles from your lips when he fits a hand into the back of your head and grabs a fistful of hair, tilting your head up so your gaze is on the ceiling once again, the tantalizing sight of his back through his button up has you clenching your thighs together.

“Naughty today, hm?”

You grin salaciously, “you like me naughty.”

He spins you around harshly, back pressed into his chest as his fingers pull down the zip on the side of your dress, breath hot against your flushed skin.

“No, I don’t. You know what happens when you’re naughty.”

Batting your lashes, you meet his gaze in the reflection, “maybe I need you to remind me.”

His tie is being pulled over his head, rolled up into a ball before being shoved into your gaping mouth, the narrow end sticking out. You moan around the dry fabric as he pushes you back down on the bed and flips you over onto your back, dress a useless piece of material draped on your body. He’s looking down at you with a biting smirk, moonlight hitting his face as if it’s his own personal spotlight, shining on him as he removes his shirt, muscles rippling with the movement.

He sets his hands on either side of your head, you’re looking up, watching as his back flexes deliciously, setting his weight on your lower half which has you spreading your legs, core aching to be filled, touched, anything.

“That enough to remind you?”

You shake your head, watching as his jaw clenches. Whining as he pulls away, you feel a light breeze sift through the diaphanous curtains and dust your skin. Goosebumps rising as he peels your dress off your body, his eyes widening a bit once he sees your matching purple bra and thong.

He reaches for your right leg by the ankle, bringing your foot up to his mouth. Staring at the darkened spot between your legs with ravenous eyes.

You wiggle your toes in front of his face, remembering what you talked about the last time. What he likes. What you like. His eyebrows lift in question and you dare to move your feet closer to his face, core pulsing once you feel his tongue slide between your big and second toe, fingers twitching when his lips wrap around the middle one, the sensation…so new but amazing.

His cock strains in his pants – reminding you that you have another foot. Ever so slowly, moaning around the ball in your mouth when his tongue moves lower to lick at the creases in your foot, you rub at his bulge, flexing your foot against it. It’s a workout, trying to keep the right angle, but the look on his face is worth it. And as he continues to tongue at your foot, heat unfurling in your lower abdomen, he unzips his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

The tip is glazed with precum, leaking as you drag the length of your foot up and down the shaft, hearing a guttural moan from him. His cock is hot and heavy against your foot, the feeling so foreign as your toes curl around the head, feeling his juices leak between your toes.

When your foot glides down and back up, pausing at the head, his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your skin as he suckles on your toes one by one. You speed up your movements, seeing his brows furrow, lip tucked between his teeth after he lets go of your toes with a loud pop, moving back to sink to his stomach, spreading your legs with his large palms on your inner thighs.

He tears at your panties, ignoring your squeals before blowing hot air onto your puffy clit, eyes shut as spreads open your folds with his index and middle fingers.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he sighs, breath kissing your clit as he continues to speak, taunt you till you’re pushing his head down into your pussy, fingers buried in his hair, “did you enjoy my mouth on your feet that much?”

You want to say that no, I enjoyed watching you fall apart as you fucked my foot, but you can’t. Jaw aching as it stays pried open with the soggy tie.

He runs his knuckles from your clit to your weeping hole, tip of his tongue pressing into your clit. Your back arches off the bed, sticky toes curling, eyes rolling back with the sharp motion of his tongue flicking your clit at breakneck speed. Fire ignites in you lower belly a lot faster than you expected, eyes slipping open to watch as his head shakes between your legs, light stubble grazing your thighs, hot mouth glued to your cunt that responds to every stroke of his tongue.

“Hmmmmmm,” he hums into your pussy, dragging out the sound in time with the drags of his tongue against your swollen folds, tongue hooked under the hood of your clit.

You thrash under him, feet planted on the bed as you rut into his face, drenching his tongue and cheeks with your slick. Your moans are muffled, sweat building on your forehead. Breath escaping your lungs when he sinks two fingers inside you in one fluid motion, abusing that spongy spot within your walls till your thighs tremble around his face.

“Hmmmmm.” The sound reverberates through every inch of your body, cunt fluttering around his fingers.

In a second, his movements stop just as you’re nearing the edge, an animalistic sound leaving your throat when he removes his tongue and fingers, eyes glinting with mischief. He slaps your pussy twice, leaving you twitching and rolling onto your side in a ball of sweat and sadness. The position gives him access to the clasp on your bra, ridding you of the flimsy material.

His hand rears back to land a resounding slap to your cunt again, a squeal of his name leaping up your throat when he directs his attention your ass, flesh rippling under his hand.

“Didn’t think you could get away that easily, hm? You weren’t being so naughty though,” he chuckles, kicking off his pants and boxers, now as bare as you. “So that was nothing.”

The heat in your pussy tells you otherwise, begging for release.

His eyes soften, caressing your cheeks with the back of his hand as he settles between your legs, cock brushing your thigh.

“Do you remember what we talked about? Or do you need reminding again?”

You chuckle breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifts you up with one arm to put you up further on the bed, pillows resting under your head.

“I do,” you smile, locking your ankles behind his waist, “I’m on the pill.”

“I’ve only ever been with you recently,” he grins coyly, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, “I’m clean.”

“Me too,” you say proudly, jutting your hips closer to his.

“I really want this,” he professes, lining his cock with your entrance. You eye the point where your sexes meet, waiting with bated breath.

“Me too.”

He covers your mouth with his, tongue entering your mouth just as he sinks in to the hilt. Your mouth hangs open, feeling every ridge, every twitch of his cock against your ridged walls as he drags in and out, groans pouring into your mouth.

“Tae,” you cry out, nails piercing his back as he stretches you out, walls hugging his cock with each pivot of his hips. You watch his ass move in the reflection, taking in the sight hazily till you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.

“Yes, love,” he moans, kissing you feverishly, but you’re unable to return his kisses, so enthralled by the feel of his long cock sinking in and out of your pussy, moans getting louder as the bulbous tip brushes your sweet spot on every thrust.

“I feel so f-full,” you sigh, lips pressed to his neck once he picks up the pace, chest brushing your perky nipples.

“Yeah? You do? You’re gonna feel more full when I stuff you with my cum.”

Your eyes roll back, panting into his neck as his chest stays pressed against yours, his hips working at an inhumane pace.

“Fuck, you’d like that, hm? Fill you with my cum till it’s leaking out of you.”

“I want it,” you moan, trying to meet his every thrust with your own hips, “want your cum.”

“Yeah? What else?”

You’re riding on the euphoric feeling of his cock drilling into you, speaking without thinking.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you whisper, whimpering as he continues to pound you into the bed, words stuttered with the movement, “wanna…fuck!”

His pants into your ear, sweat dripping from his forehead, “wanna what?”

“Tae,” you let out a drawn-out moan, so close to the precipice, nothing but him and his skin rubbing against yours centered in your mind.

“Tell me love, fuck, you like that name?” He laughs, cupping your chin to land another sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Want you to cum deep inside me,” you blubber, mascara streaking down your cheeks as your teeth grind into each, etching the feel of his cock buried inside you in your mind as he plunges into you at a slower pace.

“I will, fuck but where—”

You cry out, orgasm hitting you in slow, consuming waves, walls closing in around him as his hips stutter, moaning into your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes,” you sigh, rolling your hips into his and clenching around him, watching as his pretty eyes flutter shut, a groan of your name filling the hot air. There’s so much more you want to say, but you’re afraid you might scare him away, given your circumstances. Like you want him to fuck you so full of his cum you might…

And then you feel him unleash hot ropes of cum inside you, the idea of him fucking a baby inside you has heat travelling up your spine again, teeth piercing into your lower lip as the sensation triggers your second high, clutching onto him as he fucks into you, making the best of it before pulling out. When you clench again, a lump of white spills out of you and you moan, the sound a little alarming to you since he’s watching you so intently, cock soft and wet against his leg.

Wordlessly, he pulls you into his arms, pecking the back of your neck daintily. Once you catch your breath, you turn to him, finding his eyes on you. You can’t help but wonder if you said something you can’t remember. If you gave too much away, but he just smiles, the same boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“That was amazing,” he mumbles sleepily, fingers trailing down the valley of your breasts. Grinning stupidly, you rest your cheek against his chest, knowing you should get up to clean yourself since the feel of his cum drying on your thighs isn’t too pleasant. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, leaving you a little dizzy. So close to him.

The sound of your phone ringing cuts through the sweet moment, and when you sit up to answer it, he pulls you back down, whining.

“Leave it, if it’s important they’ll call again.”

Settling in his arms again, you wait for the call, but it doesn’t come. And it was in your best interest not to answer anyway, since it’d just ruin your night.

Yoongi, on the other line, angry. Asking why you decided to hire someone to hack into Jungkook’s phone and interfere with his business.

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SERIES || My destiny

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"you're the most precious thing that happened in my life Min y/n." he whispered softly as he kissed your neck"

DESCRIPTION: What happens when a college student with no story gets pregnant from a stranger, facing all the obstacles of life and raising her child by herself? Love, friendship, betrayal, violence are permanently present only to make people get stronger.

PAIRING: taehyung x f.reader

APPEARENCE : all bts members, yeontan, two members of a gg as y/n’s friends and original characters. ( some idols names will be mentioned / less than 5 )

WARNINGS:  for MATURE audiences. 18+. Explicit sexual contents. The warnings will be put at the start of each chapters (as usual).

It will contains violence; rape ( !! I do not tolerate such actions and you should too !! that's why I'll not detailed this part! ), consumption of illegals substance (drugs) and alcohol.

A/N : hi guys, first of all, I wanna tell you more about this series. It’s a work I started there is a long time ago, I started posted it on wattpad, but since I started my blog here, and I became much more active on tumblr, I didn’t think of finishing it.

It’s actually the first series I started and it kind of means a lot to me. It’s weird I know but I’ve been thinking about this series recently. I hope you will read and appreciate my work. Guys, don't hesitate to leave feedbacks, It'd really make me happy.

IMPORTANT: I want to precise for the umpteenth time that english is not my first language. I try my best to make it as good as possible.

So, I'll hopefully post a chapter every friday :)

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Started : March /2023

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Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4.4K

Taehyung stops by your apartment while you're home alone

Warnings: swearing, heavy drinking, heavy angst, unrequited love, violence

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It’s officially your birthday, the alarm on your phone signalling the arrival of midnight comes like a sucker punch straight to the jaw. You’re sitting alone in your apartment, surrounded by presents and balloons and decorations that leave a sour taste on your tongue. Taking a page from Jungkook’s book you started drinking champagne from the bottle around an hour ago, the one you’re clutching to your chest while you sob being the second one – and it’s almost empty.

Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding, your heart aches at the mere thought of it all. The argument, how he exploded, how you exploded. All because of Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung – one of your closest friends, the idea of him being in love with you makes no sense, what’s worse is that you know how guilty he feels for it. The look in his chocolate brown eyes when the words left his mouth, the way his lips quivered and pouted.

You’re the reason he and Jungkook stopped talking, and guilt gnaws your insides at how you couldn’t just simply let it go. You had to push Taehyung, wanting answers, wanting to help. That’s your problem, you never know when to stop caring and in turn it’s always you who gets hurt the most.

Your fiancé must be feeling so betrayed right now, Taehyung is his nearest, dearest, oldest and best friend in the entire world. In a way you feel as though it’s all your fault, perhaps if you’d never met Jungkook he and his bestie would be as happy as ever. But instead, he’s roaming the streets of London completely alone with a bottle of champagne being his only company. At least you think that's where he is, honestly? You don't know. He left his phone at home so your guess is as good as anybody else's.

Maybe postponing the wedding is for the best, your plate is painfully full of steaming horse shit right now. What with the ongoing missing persons investigation involving your sister and nephew, work has been non-stop, you know for a fact Jungkook’s work has been hectic lately too. It’s not the fact he wants to postpone the wedding that’s hurt you, if he’d calmly come to you with his concerns and you two had a rational, sober conversation you would’ve probably agreed with him.

But he didn’t.

Truthfully all you want to do is make things right with him, apologise, kiss and make up. Now that you’ve been left alone to calm down you can see why he was so angry, and you hope that a similar realisation has dawned on him too. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Taehyung that his feelings aren’t reciprocated, you just simply couldn’t. You were in a total state of shock, and then to be bombarded by a surprise part you were promised wasn’t happening… It was all too much.

Your heart aches for Taehyung, it really does, you keep replaying your interactions with him over and over, trying to spot any hints or clues as to what he was feeling at the time. The man’s a natural flirt so it’s hard to say what was genuine and wasn’t. You groan, knocking back the rest of the champagne in hand. How do you feel about Tae? He’s handsome for sure, funny, sweet, caring and kind… But he’s your fiancé’s best friend. Or at least he was before you unintentionally stood in the way.

Some time passes before you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, winning you to sigh with equal parts relief and dread, scrambling to your feet – almost knocking over the table adorned with gifts and flowers in the process.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry-, I’m so fucking sorry…” Tears begin to prick your eyes as every emotion you’re feeling bubbles to the surface, the champagne you've drank making you dizzy, “I hate arguing with you I just want us to be okay again. If you want me to message Taehyung and talk this out with him I will, but I promise you I don’t—”

Your movements come to a sudden halt when you catch sight of the suited man stepping out the elevator, eyes growing big and round with shock when you struggle to muster the right words to say. Much to your genuine surprise and dare you say it a little disappointment, the man standing there is not Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

“Um…” You swallow, mouth opening but no words successfully coming out. Tae’s cheeks are puffy, his eyes tinted pink and his lips swollen. It’s obvious he’s being crying, still dressed in the forest green suit and cream shirt you’d seen him in a few hours prior. He’s wetting his lips with his tongue, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he looks to the ground.

“Jungkook’s not here?” He asks, tone low and riddled with insecurity, you know he feels small and uncertain but truthfully you don't know how to comfort him. You don't know if you should comfort him.

“No… We had a fight and he went for a walk…” You state matter-of-factly with a heartbroken sigh, messily wiping the tears from your face, “Listen Taehyung you should go—”

"I will, I will..." His large palms raise defensively, nodding in defeat, "But there's something I need to ask you first."

“Taehyung… Why are you here? Now’s not a great time.”

“I came here to apologise, figured the party would be over by now.” He murmurs, stepping into the apartment, “Y/N I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, shame and regret washing his usually sharp feline-like features, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you guys fight.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Your eyes well up again, the realisation crashing down on you so hard it earns you to scoff, “I shouldn’t have kept pushing for you to tell me what was wrong and—”

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N. This is my fault.” His chin visibly quivers, eyes darting round the room when he finds the gift he bought you slumped onto a table, “I-, I thought I was doing something nice by buying you such a sentimental gift… I realise now it was naïve of me to think that, honestly? I’m not sure what my intentions were. So I came here to ask for it back… I was expecting a right hook from Jungkook too if I’m being completely honest.”

You follow his gaze, turning to said gift with a solemn expression, “Oh… Well he’s not here, and I haven’t actually opened it yet, Jungkook and I… Well we argued about-, something else.” You refrain from giving him all the details.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but if you’re here when he gets home it’s just going to make things a million times worse… I’m sorry… But you need to go.” You sigh, closing your eyes, you hate seeing him so upset but you know he can’t be here when Kook gets home, he's already in a bad mood and Taehyung's presence will do nothing but heighten it.

“You haven’t opened it?” You can’t pinpoint the exact emotion blanketing the attorney’s features. Sadness? Disappointment? Relief? You’re not sure, he’s making his way over to you cautiously and you take a step back. “Y/N…” Taehyung exhales, pursing his lips awkwardly, “I’m-, I’m not gonna try anything you don’t need to be scared of me—”

“No I’m not scared of you.” You offer an apologetic smile, gently shaking your head, “Trust me that’s not it I just-, I’m still… Processing-, what you… I just think it would be best if you leave. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop apologising.” A puff of air rips from his nostrils when he brushes past you in a few long strides, collecting his gift, “I’m the one who ruined your birthday, I just came by to ask if I could take this. I’ll be going now…”

As much as you hate to admit it, curiosity envelops your senses and you find yourself gripping his elbow loosely, turning until his face is in arms-distance of yours, “Wait… What’s so bad about the gift? I thought you said it was sentimental? ...Actually-,” You release him from your hold, shakily running fingers through your hair, “Doesn’t matter… Sorr-, okay….”

“You really didn’t open it, did you?” Taehyung whispers, swallowing.

“No… Should I have?”

There’s a beat of tension, entirely silent. Taehyung’s expression is pinched, brows furrowed, he looks to be having an internal moral debate with himself for a few seconds before he opens his lips to speak again, “No. It’s a good thing you didn’t open it, like I said I’m not sure my motives behind it were exactly… Friendly.”

Nodding slowly you blink at him, registering how heartbrokenly devastated he looks. Usually he’s such a confident, albeit a little eccentric man – but everything about him screams self-loathing. Down to his deflated posture and glassy eyes. He’s such a great guy, so caring and considerate and not to mention effortlessly handsome. It’s not like he’ll struggle to find someone that will make him happy… That’s all you want for him.

Happiness.

 “Tae…?” You peer up at him through damp eyelashes, breath catching in your throat.

His gaze is intense yet threatening to be hopeful, “Yeah?”

You blink at him again, inhaling, “I-, please don’t… You’re not going to do anything stupid, right? I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry that I can’t make it go away… But please, I’m worried about you Tae… please promise me you won’t-, that you won’t do something reckless…”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off with a tiny smile, dipping his down low enough to look you dead in the eye, “I won’t… You may not feel the same way about me, and that’s okay… But I care about you too much to cause you any more pain. You’re going through enough—”

“Stop that,” You sigh, growing frustrated, “Don’t put me on some kind of pedestal, I’m asking you not to do something reckless for you. Not because of me. For your family, friends, Jungkook would be deva—”

“I meant every single word I said tonight.” Taehyung’s fingers itch to reach out and touch you, comfort you, you can tell by the way his fist keeps balling and unbaling, unsure of what to do, “I never intended for this to happen and I wish I could stop my heart from bleeding every time I see you, but I can’t. So… This is gonna be the last time you’ll see me for a while, not forever but I need to stay away from you and Kook for a bit, for my own sanity if nothing else.”

“Taehyung…” Your eyes well up, drowning in his sorrow.

“I promise I’ll look after myself.” He gnaws his lower lip anxiously, “Take care of Jungkook for me...” You can hear how wobbly his tone is, how badly he’s hurting. “This isn’t forever, when everybody’s calmed down and things have blown over I’d still like to be best man at the wedding… Providing Jungkook wants that of course.” A pained smile tugs the corners of his lips.

You can’t catch the scoff that bubbles your throat in time, sniffling, “Right… The wedding.” The wedding that may not be going ahead anymore. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of the lump forming at the back of your throat, “I’m so sorry about how things have worked out between you two, you're his best friend... He'll come around.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, really it’s okay.” He nods, though you don’t know whether he’s trying to convince you or himself with that statement as he begins to walk back to the elevator, the gift firmly in his grip.

But then he stops, his broad shoulders noticeably tense and he peers back at you, frowning a little, “I’m sorry that I’m even asking you this…” He exhales, wetting his lips before nervously biting down on them, “You… You don’t-,” He dramatically sighs with puffed out cheeks, “Would it be fair to assume you feel nothing for me?”

You fight a surprised gasp, “I—”

“Doesn’t matter,” He dismisses you, shaking his head, “I already know the answer, it’s written all over your face…” He says, turning his body to face you while hugging the dry-cleaning bag he came for, “A part of me was naïve enough to think I’d feel relieved now you know, but I guess loving someone out loud is more painful than loving them silently. They look at you differently, their perception of you changes, and in turn the things you love most about them start to disappear…”

He’s sniffling, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t smiled at me once tonight, haven’t thrown your head back from laughing, haven’t rolled your eyes at me and shut down my compliments… Loving you from afar was lonely, but openly being in love with you knowing that you don’t feel the same way is much lonelier.”

“…I’m so-, Taehyung I am so sorry.” You whisper, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces for a million different reasons. Selfishly you don’t want to lose him, he’s too much of a good person to be going through something like this alone. But you know you have to prioritise your relationship right now, you have to, it’s already hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t be.” He manages to catch a sob in his throat before it’s wholly audible, “You and Jungkook are perfect together, it’s me who’s the problem here. I should’ve never told you both about my feelings, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have gone out of my way to buy you the wedding dress you wanted.” He scoffs, looking to the ceiling in disbelief at the exact moment your heart stops beating.

“You did… what?”

He groans, regret evident in his large-rounded eyes, “I mean… Shit!” Taehyung’s head flies back, eyes squeezed shut, “Just forget—”

His words fizzle into background noise, your heart beating so fast it can be heard through your ears. He tracked down the wedding dress you wanted, the one Yuri had shown him a picture of once in your office. Everybody knew how much that dress meant to you, but it was Taehyung who went out of his way to buy it? Shocked isn’t the word. Dumbfounded isn’t the word. Confused isn’t the word. There is no word to explain the conflicting emotions whirling round your mind, simultaneously filling and breaking your heart all in the same breath.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me…” Your voice is broken, barely audible.

For the first time in what feels like a long time you see Taehyung's real smile, his signature boxy grin brightening his tanned skin. He looks flustered, a little awkward and child-like, but it’s not long before his features drop with despair, “It was too much… I know it was, I-, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Taehyung…” You openly sob, covering your unsteady jaw with your hands, “Thank you so much… But I can’t accept that.”

“I know... Jungkook would kill me.” He almost laughs.

“No-,” You sigh, averting your eyes away from him, there’s still a good amount of distance between your bodies and you figure it best to keep it that way, thinking it’s a really good job you didn’t open that gift in front of your fiancé…

“I can’t accept it because-, well…” Do you tell him the truth? Should you tell him the truth? You want to tell him the truth, so you do, alcohol clouding your judgement, “Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding… I’m not even sure if there’s going to be a wedding anymore.” You crumble, clutching your pained chest with your hands as the realisation hits – Jungkook might not want to marry you anymore.

“What?” Tae’s mouth falls open in something akin to astonishment, but he doesn’t look happy or smug or anything like that. He looks… Exhausted, desperate and blanketed with empathy. “Y/N he’ll come around, sometimes he says shit out of anger that he doesn’t mean. He didn't mean that, I know he didn't.”

You visibly disagree, “He’s never said something he didn’t mean out of anger to me… Never. I-, I’m sorry you’re the last person I should be telling this to. Just-, you should go before he comes back. If he even comes back.” You sniffle, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Taehyung edges closer to you, until he’s close enough to pull you into his strong chest in a warm embrace, you welcome the comfort, pressing your forehead to his collarbone all while continuing to cry against him, “Sweetheart listen to me, okay?” He’s serious, voice calm and reassuring, his large palm soothingly rubbing the spans of your back, “Jungkook loves you more than anything in this world, nothing, not even his idiot best friend catching feelings for you can change that. He’s… Well you know how he is, he bottles shit up until he can’t take it anymore and it all explodes… It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have told you he wants to postpone the wedding... But listen to me when I say that man wants nothing less than to be your husband. Y/N… He’s-,” He sighs, hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you closer to him, “You’re everything to that guy. Everything.”

“But he—”

“I know… I know…” He coos, hushing your wails, “You’ll be okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. You both are.” He cradles you, dropping the dress to the ground to completely wrap his arms round your frame. You’re too emotional to make sense of what’s happening, but you’re almost certain you feel the sensation of his lips pressing a tiny kiss atop of your head.

You don’t know how long you stood holding onto Taehyung as though your life depended on it, you can’t remember him leaving or if any other words were exchanged after that. But as soon as he leaves, taking the dress with him, you find yourself drinking again, wanting to numb the pain, wanting Jungkook to come home, wanting to take Taehyung’s hurt away, wanting to fix this, wanting to fix everything.

The fact the attorney bought your dream wedding dress is at the forefront of your mind… Not even Jungkook himself had gone that above and beyond for your special day, which leaves the question: How long has he wanted to postpone the wedding for?

Your stomach hurts, anxious knots and pains like a vice grip on your internal organs. You love Jungkook more than anything, more than anyone… You can’t lose him, you just can’t. What’s worse is that you’re not angry with Taehyung for this, you have no reason to be, there really is nobody to blame for all of this.

It's all just one big, shitty, painful turn of events.

It's almost four AM and there’s still no sign of your fiancé… Or ex-fiancé… You’re not entirely sure anymore.

With a heavy heart and a dull headache you toss and turn beneath the sheets, the bed feels too big without Jungkook hogging most of it. The bedding is fresh too, meaning the familiar scent of his body wash or cologne hasn’t tainted it yet. You truly feel lost, like you’re not supposed to be here without him. Where the hell could he be? You groan, frustratedly pulling the hairs at your scalp. He’s never stormed off and left you to your own devices, the last time, the only other time you argued it was you who left.

Guilt, devastation, fear, dread, hopelessness. It’s all suffocating you right now, there’s no chance you’ll be able to sleep in this condition. Should you go and look for Jungkook? He’s left his phone here so calling him isn’t an option… Do you call Hoseok? Will he know where he is?

“Jungkook… Please just come home.” You whisper, shoving your face into your usually shared pillow. He has his own pillow of course, but when the two of you aren’t screaming at each other he prefers nuzzle his head onto yours, your noses touching. It’s been all of twenty four hours since you were last laid here like that, and you already miss it so much.

You miss him.

The sound of the emergency staircase doors opening wins you to jump, nobody ever uses the stairs to come up here, giving that you live on the very top floor. Why would Jungkook take the stairs…? You sit up in bed, covering your pyjama clad body with the fresh sheets, wide-eyed and heart racing.

“Kook…?” You call out, stare fixed to the closed bedroom door. “Kook is that you…?”

The unmistakable sound of banging, smashing and thunderous crashes flood your ears. Someone’s breaking in. You forget how to breathe, completely panicked and terrified for your life. There’s no lock on the bedroom door so you hurriedly rush over to the walk in closet and begin looking for a place to hide.

The noises get louder, heavy footsteps approaching. This isn’t Jungkook, you know he would never scare you like this. You fumble with his hanging suit jackets, slipping between the dark fabrics with a trembling body, silently cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you to call the police.

Could it be Jimin? No, he would’ve climbed into bed with you any day before trashing the apartment. Yoongi? No, Jimin would kill him. Yuri? No, what reason does she have to break in? Taehyung wouldn’t do this either… There’s nobody you can think of who’s capable of being this brazen. It has to be a very poorly timed random break-in.

You’re covering your mouth to stifle your heavy breaths, completely concealed behind one of your favourite suits of Jungkook’s – the black one with faint white pinstripes. The one he wore to cheer you up one day because he knew you liked it.

A loud thud makes you jump in place, you’re forcing yourself not to scream, not to move, not to make any noise. The presence in the room is overbearing, you know whoever is here is just at the other side of Jungkook’s suits, you can make out a pair of white sneakers on the ground. You’re crying quietly, petrified for your life, too afraid of what’s going to happen.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” The voice says, and you’d recognise that voice in a heartbeat. Every hair on your body stands to attention, every nerve in your being washing equal parts repulsed and outraged. You’re not scared anymore, when in reality you should be. Pushing Jungkook’s blazers to one side you stand to your full height, adrenaline coursing your veins.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You spit venomously, “Trying to scare me?!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Your sister’s smile is sinister, pure evil gracing her features that look even more identical to yours than usual. She's grown her hair, it's styled the exact same as yours, her makeup, her posture, her expressions, her clothes... It's like you're standing in a mirror.

“Where’s Charlie?!” You yell, pushing Ruth away from you with so much force that she stumbles back a good amount of distance. “Where the fuck is he?! What have you done with him?! I'm gonna call the police!”

"He's fine, you'll see him soon." She softens her tone, she even sounds just like you now.

Taehyung, Jungkook, the wedding, your birthday… It all gets pushed to the back of your brain when you lock eyes with your sister. It’s at that exact moment you hear a second pair of footsteps approaching, but before you have time to turn and focus on their owner you’re struck in the head with something heavy and everything snaps to black. The last thing you hear is the sound of Ruth’s voice, her words ominous and threatening.

“Wait outside a sec, I need to change into her clothes first if I'm gonna make this work.”

x

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Chapter Fourteen: Pull Me Closer | The Centre Cannot Hold: KTH (m)

Chapter characters/pairings: Taehyung x reader | AU/Genre: non idol au, angst, smut (see warnings below) see series m.post for fic summary etc.

Rating/Chapter warnings: ⚠️🔞 M - Adults only! 🔞⚠️ Brief threat and mild violence, SMUT (m/f unprotected sex - a little bit rough) brief mentions of panic attacks, foul language, references to alcohol and being drunk.

Word count: 12K 🙀

Note: This is a long chapter, sorry but finally these two idiots get to it and that meant a lot of words - see the warnings above, there is a lot of smut in this one.

<<< Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fifteen >>>

As he grasps you close to him, he is completely unperturbed by how startled you are. Right now, he is a man on a mission and possessed of single-minded focus, his only concern is getting you alone somewhere where you will have to hear him out. He ignores how your entire body seems to freeze in shock, instead he uses your surprise to manoeuvre you out of the utility room and through the kitchen: the room is empty, but hearing the voices coming from the rooms beyond sparks you back into life and you start to struggle against him.

“Don’t fight me,” is the low growl from the man who has seized you as he hauls you into the hallway and through the adjacent door into the small downstairs toilet. Pushing you unceremoniously into the room, he locks the door behind him.

Struck dumb, you blink at him under the harsh light as he glares at you. “Taehyung?” You finally ask, though you subconsciously knew it had to be him, who else would it be?

Before you get to say anything more he is stepping offensively close to you, crowding you, towering over you and leaving you nowhere to go as the toilet presses into the back of your legs in the tiny space. He’s so close you can smell the traces of alcohol on his breath. You eye him carefully, you know this version of him, enough booze to be bold but not too drunk. Great. Let’s welcome belligerent Tae to the party… you think.

You steel yourself for the coming argument; you’re not entirely sober either and you don’t want to be berated by him yet again, while you stare powerlessly at your own feet. Fed up of being the submissive victim of his anger, you decide that the best form of defence is attack.

“What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You laugh dryly and without humour, trying to convey a bravery you don’t feel.

His eyes are dark and terrifyingly intense, you cannot read him at all. You don’t understand what’s happening: Why would he want to ruin both your nights? The silence between you had been working for you both in the last few months, or so you’d thought.

Very quickly, before you can open your mouth to speak again, Taehyung is moving closer. You have nowhere to go, but you still recline backwards trying to get away; you’re about to overbalance and fall when one of his arms wraps around you tightly, stopping your descent and instead pulling you closer to him.

You open your mouth to question him, but before a sound can escape, his other hand knots in your hair as he pulls your mouth to his. His lips press against yours, which you’ve instinctively sealed shut.

“Give in to me” he hisses against your mouth; in frustration, he spins you around so he can press your body into the door and then his body into yours in turn.

Until that moment, you have been slow and sluggish in movement and thought, overwhelmed by having him so close you you again after so long, the familiar smell of him and the warmth of his body flooding your senses… at the touch of his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth though, your mind is pulled back into your body with a sickening lurch. 

This can’t be happening… This is not happening…

You shove him away from you with as much force as you can muster and he falls backwards onto the toilet, reaching out desperately for purchase or anything to stop anything from himself from falling. He pulls the towel from the rail, and continues to fall, his long legs and arms flailing as he crashes onto the toilet seat; at any other time it would be comical but right now it’s simply an opportunity.

You use his panic and confusion to quickly undo the lock behind you, making your escape. Quickly you duck into the next room, you know if you head for the front door he’ll follow and he’ll catch you; you’re better heading to the utility room where you’ve just been, figuring it’s the last place he’d look. You quickly grab your bag and coat on your way back, dropped in the fight against him.

In the moonlit utility room, you hide in the dark behind the door until you sense his presence mere moments later. His eyes sweep the room but he doesn’t discover you, slipping away quickly in his haste to find you. You wait for a good length of time, until your legs burn from your crouched stance and you feel the panic in your body building to a dangerous high.

Your mouth feels dry as you begin to gasp for breath and it motivates you to venture sneakily into the kitchen to get a glass, thanking God as you peek into the room that it’s still empty, praying that you won’t run into him. You return to the utility room sink to get water before you flee. You know you have to get out of there, but you’re not fit to start jumping garden fences, you need to get control of yourself first. Your heart is racing, pounding inside your chest: you have no idea what that just was. What is happening right now?

Openly mocking you wasn’t enough anymore, was that it? Or was he drunker than you thought and just horny and thought you’d be an easy solution, the pathetic ex-friend with the unrequited crush on him? Possibilities race through your mind and in all of them Taehyung is just seeking to hurt or use you. Pain and humiliation washes over you yet again. Your mind is dragged back to that first sneer and you burn with embarrassment. He’s probably laughing about you right now, you think.

As you finish your water you breathe heavily as you try to quell the sobs that are desperate to escape your chest. Try as you might, you fail to contain the single tear escapes your eye and rolls fatly down your cheek. You sniff to contain the flow of tears that are eager to follow the first, as you wash the glass in the sink, feeling more blue than you have in an age. You pause as you wipe around the rim of the glass; the room is suddenly darker and you realise someone is standing in the doorway behind you, blocking the light from the kitchen. Your whole body tenses, ready to spring.

"What do you want from me?“ Taehyung says softly, “You keep pushing me away.”

He takes a deep breath and says slowly and deliberately, “I don’t understand why? We both know you want to pull me closer. I want you to pull me closer.”

You heart threatens to explode and you can’t really process what you’re hearing. You grip the edge of the sink, your breathing is now rapid and shallow as your knuckles begin to turn white.

You feel him move closer, “I know I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, or grabbed you, but I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t get you or why we are like this… we were supposed to be friends,” he sighs heavily, feeling frustration at your silence.

“Can you just fucking look at me, please?” he huffs, struggling to hide the edge of anger in his voice.

But you can’t, you simply can’t do it: fear has you firmly in its grasp now and your shoulders begin to shake slightly as you struggle to draw breath, panic washing over you.

Taehyung rolls his tongue to the side of his mouth. He wonders how he could have been so stupid, Of course you’d behave like this. His heart aches with the pain of yet another rejection from you. As he stares at the back of your head though, it dawns on him that you’re trembling and he takes it all in - the shaking, the white knuckles - and he knows what is happening. Moving quickly, he shuts the door behind him. 

Through the window and door, the soft moonlight is all that illuminates you. Bathed in its opaline glow, you seem to relax a little, but he knows it’s not enough. He steps closer and places his large hands on your shoulders, you flinch, but he persists, rubbing gently.

“Breathe,” he says softly, “Breathe with me, baby, it’s ok,” He counts a slow and steady rhythm, his heart beating against your back as he moves closer to you, getting your breathing to sync with his own. Eventually, after several long minutes, your fingers relax on the edge of the sink and you find yourself slowly calming, your breathing less ragged and more even now.

When your shoulders finally relax, you feel Taehyung’s hands depart after a gentle squeeze. You notice the way his thumbs gently graze your neck, it almost feels like a caress. But then he’s gone; you feel him step back from you.

You have no choice now; you have to face him. You take a deep, shuddering breath and force yourself to turn. In the half light, you meet his earnest gaze and you hesitate, unable to speak.

“What do you want from me?” he repeats softly.

You want so desperately to tell him that you want him, only him. Still, the words won’t come out and you can only stare at him meekly before thinking of what to say, "… I don’t know what you mean,” you say quietly, but the desperation and abject terror in your eyes gives you away.

Taehyung goes weak for your doe eyes, glistening in the moonlight with tears ready to be shed. Smiling softly, he steps even closer, leaving only inches between you.

“Yes, you do,” he counters calmly.

At the sound of his voice, now so soft and reassuring, and his kind smile, you’re stuck and you feel powerless. You smile tentatively up at him and you are paralysed with indecision; you miss him so much that you can’t bring yourself to do anything hurtful even if it’s the wisest thing. 

You need to touch him, you know it’s the only way to comfort him after all your hurtful actions. “I’m sorry I was such a shitty friend,” you mumble, your voice barely more than a whisper, but he’s close enough to catch it. You force yourself to move and you make your fingers graze the edge of his jaw almost imperceptibly, with the most featherlight of touches. 

Taehyung can see how much you’re struggling, but when your fingertips touch his skin he does not feel it as the intended act of gentle comfort that it’s meant to be: no, he feels on fire and he burns for more.

“You were the best friend I’ve ever had,” he says honestly, yet the words come out in a low growl. Your gesture, however meek, sets something alight in him and it’s enough of a sign for him that he can take action. His hands close around your body immediately, holding you close in case you try to move away from him again.

His blood runs cold when he feels you stiffen up, his heart sinking but a millisecond later relief floods over him as you melt into his arms, surrendering to him. He looks down at you to find you looking up at him, still slightly breathless, eyes like a rabbit in the headlights and lips gently parted.

Your eyes say it all and he knows your his, “Let me kiss you,” he half-commands, half-pleads.

No, you think, but find yourself nodding nonetheless, all sensible thought lost in the sensation of having him so close. He crashes his mouth into yours again; he adores the feeling of having you in his arms, giving yourself up to him. You kiss him back, drunk on the moment and relying on pure instinct; he deepens the kiss and gently flicks your tongue with his.

The fact that you’re responding pushes Taehyung over the edge and he struggles to control himself: hands gripping your ass, he pushes you back towards the counter and lifts you up. Washing powder spills everywhere but he ignores it, his hands fisting in your hair again to keep your mouth on his, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you flush against him. He’s starting to harden and he wants you to feel it, grinding his crotch into yours.

"This isn’t what was supposed to happen - we need to talk, but fuck, I want you,” he murmurs in between kisses, “I want you so fucking badly.”

You only whimper softly in reply as he kisses you and ruts desperately against you. He pulls back enough to make eye contact with you and you nod meekly in response; Taehyung’s eyes flash with excitement. Closing the distance between you again, he kisses you more slowly this time, hands tenderly holding your head as you feel your entire body go weak for him as you kiss him back.

You feel your need for him growing stronger, the heat between your legs growing every second. Despite the way Taehyung floods your senses and how lost in lust you are, you are aware of how compromising your position is - anyone could walk in at any time. Placing a hand on his chest, you push him back to create enough space for you to slide off the counter, “We can’t do this here.”

“Let’s go to my room,” he suggests. His room? you think, He still lives here? Has Jihoon lied to you? 

“Hey,” Taehyung says softly, focusing your attention back on him, “Do you want to come to my room?”

“Yes,” as you say the word, you know it’s a lie: you’re going to run. This is too much; it’s too rapid and too confusing. You know sex is meaningless to Taehyung, but it isn’t to you, whatever game is being played here, you aren’t going along with it. 

“Follow in five?” you ask, not quite managing to make eye contact as you grab your bag and coat. Now it’s him that can’t speak, he simply nods, biting his lip.

You’re nearly out of the door when he calls your name, his voice cracking slightly. In those few steps away from him your mind has started spinning and every bone is your body is telling you to run away, that this is a dream and definitely not real. Is this all a sick joke?

You turn to face him and realise he’s closed the distance between you; you look into each other’s eyes, only for a moment, but it’s long enough for him to work out what you’re planning, and he takes your hand.

“Don’t run from me again, please,” his eyes are clouded but there’s a desperate gleam to them and something pleading in his tone - even though you’re terrified, you can’t deny him. Another thing you can’t deny is that he knows you; you’re sickened and ashamed to realise he knew you’d run from him like the coward you are.

You have no choice now as he leads you by the hand through the house and up the stairs to his room.

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You expect that by the time he arrives at his room the moment of alcohol-induced lust-fuelled madness will have passed and his true intentions will be revealed: inevitably, you’ll argue again. You comfort yourself that when he’s done having a go, you’ll be able to go home and tend your wounds. It’s not like you’re not used to him breaking your heart by now - you’ll heal.

It all felt too good, how can it be real? There’s no way he really wants you, you’re decided about that, and always have been. He might want to fuck you right now, for whatever sick purpose he has, but that’s it. Mind racing, you’re barely aware that your gently being pulled into his room and that Taehyung is locking the door behind him, when you do realise though, you prepare for the oncoming storm: now the moment of madness has passed he might finally unleash the fury in all those cold stares and sneers.

When he turns to look at you, you see the quiet anger in his eyes. Here we go, you think.

He gestures to his bed, “Sit,” he commands and you do, dropping your coat and bag and perching on the end as he leans against the locked door, blocking your only escape route.

Taehyung is so frustrated with you: he’s trying to contain his anger but in the face of your constant refusal to face the truth, it simply bubbles over.

“So, tell me,” he says in what you already know is a deceptively soft voice, the gentle lick of his lips giving away his tension, “Was anything that just happened actually fucking real or was it just another strategy to run away, like throwing your friend at me and shoving me into the toilet?” He laughs but it’s not natural, it’s a horrible sound, derisive and cruel.

If you weren’t so dead-set on protecting your own feelings at all costs you might realise that he’s just masking his own hurt, his own fears and pain, but you don’t, you just sense the attack and you aim to pacify him.

“All we do is upset each other, I know you hate me,” you miss his quick flinch of shame as you stare at your feet, all your earlier bravado gone, “So if you want to have a go at me, go ahead, but I don’t want to do this. Just get it off your chest and then let me leave, okay?” you say steadily.

He scoffs, “No, not fucking okay,” he snarls, “I don’t want to shout at you. Why would I want to do that? I want you to tell me why you cut me out of your life.”

Your brain swirls with a million feelings and you feel dizzy, you don’t know what to do and soon he’s speaking again, prompting you for your answer and you reply instinctively. “No,” you state simply.

He stares at you, anger momentarily gone and utter confusion in its place, “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

You don’t quite know yourself, but it seems like as good an option as any: you don’t even consider telling the truth for one moment. “I’m not dragging all of that up. What’s done is done. I’m not talking about it,” your voice shakes more than you’d like, you hope you still sound resolute.

You brace yourself for his reaction but nothing comes. When you raise your eyes to his after a full minute of silence, you see that he is almost vibrating with rage. You realise that this might be the first time you’ve actually been afraid of Taehyung.

“You might want to rethink that,” he says steadily, “because I’m not moving until you give me some answers, so I’ll fucking repeat myself: when you kissed me back in the kitchen, was it just an act?”

You can’t look at him anymore and fix your eyes back on your feet. You hadn’t wanted to hurt him before but there’s no choice now, as ever, you rely on your lies to protect yourself.

“Yes,” you say weakly.

You don’t expect him to laugh, but he does and it’s genuine this time, “You’re such a fucking liar,” he says as you meet his eyes. When he’s finished laughing he takes a series of steadying breaths before fixing you with a steely gaze, “Ok, let’s imagine you’re not lying for a second, even though we both know you are. Why would you kiss me, huh? Because that wasn’t all me down there, you joined in. What was the end game?”

You look up at him, your lower lip trembling, and lie through your teeth, “You’ve made it clear how you feel about me, why would I want to kiss someone who hates me? I just did what I had to do to get away from you.”

Taehyung scoffs, “Because that’s all you want, isn’t it? To get away from me? Always running away from me…”

“Yes,” you say, and it’s no lie this time, all you want is to be away from him, away from this situation, away from your feelings for him.

He eyes you coldly for long moments: he knows you’re not lying. Of course you want to get away from him, you’re being called out and you hate it. He doesn’t like to see you this uneasy, but his desire to get to the truth is greater than any he has to comfort you so he pushes on.

“This is what is going to happen,” he states calmly, “We’re going to pick up where we left off downstairs because you are lying. You kissed me back, you moaned when you felt me get hard for you… There’s no point in pretending your not wet right now. Maybe, when you fall apart on my cock you’ll be more honest, because, after I’ve fucked you, we are going to talk about why you cut me out of your life and this time you are going to tell the truth.”

You don’t know this dominant side of Taehyung and you’re embarrassed at how it’s arousing you. You don’t notice how close he is to you until his legs knock against yours. 

“This is your last chance,” he rumbles down at you, “If you want to leave then you have to tell me now. If you want to carry on, just say nothing and I’ll take control.”

You hate how well he knows you, but you still aren’t sure of his motivation - Does he want to hurt you? Embarrass you? Fuck you for revenge and then dump you? You quickly stand, surprising him into stepping back.

“I’m leaving,” you state, trying to move around him to the door.

To your surprise, he lets you, swapping positions with you as he collapses onto the edge of his bed. You’ve only taken one step to the door though when his hand catches yours.

You can’t bring yourself to shake it free, so you turn to look at him and you’re surprised to see that he somehow looks smaller, all his anger dissipated. His eyes are bright in the low light of his room, glimmering with unshed tears.

“Is it so fucking hard for you to just give in to me? To just be honest with me?” he exhales. It’s barely a whisper but it’s loud in the quiet room, as the tears fall from his eyes,“Please don’t run from me.”

You act on pure instinct, cupping his face and thumbing the tears from his eyes. Then, suddenly, his arms are around you again, holding you close to him. You stroke his face and run your hands through his hair. He sighs deeply and buries his face into your stomach as he draws you closer and you feel him begin to weep in earnest, as though a dam has broken.

You stay that way for long minutes, holding him close as he lets all the tension in him run free, eventually turning his head so his cheek lies against your stomach as you stroke his hair.

“I miss you so fucking much. Please stay with me tonight,” he says softly, “Don’t leave me.”

You don’t say anything and he releases you. As he looks up at you, there’s something in his face that you can’t place but you read the pain etched in his features.

“Will you stay with me?” he asks, his voice clear.

How can you say no? Your voice is shaky but audible as you agree, and he sighs in relief as he releases you.

Silently, you both enact the same routine you’ve followed tens of times before. He passes you clothes, you turn your backs to each other as you change. The party may be dying down downstairs, but it’s still noisy. He puts on his TV, deliberately choosing Spirited Away to drown out the noise.

He climbs into his bed first, lying on his side and welcoming you into his arms. You slide in beside him, slotting your back against his chest as you lay together.

After several long moments, Taehyung speaks, “We have to talk.”

“Taehyung, I - ” you begin.

“Not now,” he interrupts, but his tone is gentle, “We’re both tired and a bit too drunk, we’ll talk later. Just sleep for now, if you can.”

You don’t know how, but that seems entirely possible: here, in the familiarity of his arms you feel warmer, safer and happier than you have been in so, so long. You tell yourself that you’ll just nap - when you wake you’ll sneak out and forget any of this ever happened.

Taehyung smiles as he feels you relax into him: he cuddles into you, holding you close, enjoying the warmth of your body over the time it takes for your breathing to slow and get heavier.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispers into your hair, but you’re already asleep. He rolls his eyes in frustration, but he’s content to settle for this for now and he wraps himself over you, caging you to him before he surrenders to sleep.

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You awaken, startled, slowly scanning your darkened surroundings and trying to figure out what has woken you: Where the hell am I…?

The realisation hits you like a freight train. Suddenly, there’s an almighty sneeze that sounds like someone screaming in agony let out behind you and you realise that is what woke you.

Amazingly, despite the force of his sneeze, Taehyung seems to be fast asleep still, his nose twitching in your hair. His arm is slung heavily over your waist, his front curled around your back. He most definitely is hard, and a growing heat simmers in your core. It must be late, or very early, either way the TV has shut off and the sounds of the party have died down.

Fuck, you think, This is a mistake, I have to leave… You try to stretch out of bed, but there’s no escaping his hold. In fact, you realise that as you stretch you are pressing yourself further into Taehyung’s crotch so you give up and lay still, plotting what to do next.

There’s a sickening realisation that you will have to talk to him and all the regret it will bring, especially when he realises the probably drunken advances he made. You and burn with shame and dread for the coming moment when he inevitably rejects you.

It’s then you notice that Taehyung’s breathing has changed, is he awake? His cock is still pressed against you, If he is awake surely he will pull away?

“I know you’re awake,” he grumbles sleepily. You lurch forward, jumping out of your skin even though he speaks softly. You don’t get far, not with his ironclad grip on you.

“Turn and look at me,” he says, relaxing his hold on you.

Hesitantly, you comply, turning around so you both lie on your side facing each other. You tuck one arm underneath the pillow under you head and lay your other hand palm down in the space between you. It takes many more moments before you grow the courage to look up into Taehyung’s eyes.

He props himself up on one hand so he’s looking down in you and you think there’s probably some kind of metaphor in that. His other hand joins yours, you think for a minute that he’ll cover your hand with his, but he doesn’t, he just lets it sit beside yours, your little fingers grazing each others’: it’s a tiny amount of contact, nothing like having his cock pressed against you, but somehow it still sends a thrill through you.

He gives you a moment to collect yourself, and you think of how disappointing you are, how hard he has to work to get anything from you… You don’t want him to have to tell you to look at him so you bring yourself to meet his eyes again. His dark hair is falling softly across them, but the expression there is still gentler than you expected.

“How have you been?” he asks. You are surprised by the question, you expected him to restart the conversation of a few hours ago, not ask you this.

You’re lonely, you miss him still; he carved out a space for himself in your heart and when he filled it, your heart expanded to accommodate everything he had to give. Without him, it’s simply a void inside you and nothing, and nobody else, can fill it. You can’t say any of this to him though, not just because you’re so practised in lying to protect yourself but because you have no right to complain, after all, you were the one who did this.

“Getting by, I guess,” you say. You know it’s a pathetic answer and you expect him to scoff, but he’s silent, “How have you been?” you venture, unable to predict the response.

“Lonely as fuck,” he sighs, “I’ve never stopped missing you.” 

Your heart leaps, but aches, for him. How is he so honest? Is he being honest? Why would he lie? So many thoughts race through your brain.

“So, what now?” he asks, interrupting your spiral.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“What do we do now?” he clarifies, looking at you for answers, “Can we be friends again? If you’re just ‘getting by’ you can’t be happy either. Do you miss me?”

That question is safe enough to answer honestly, “I do.”

He smiles slightly in relief, “So can we be friends again?”

You think to yourself, Why not? Being here with him, being close to him again, it’s everything you’ve missed and it’s everything you want. You just want it to continue, and you are so close to saying yes …until he speaks again.

“Can we go back to how things were?” Your stomach drops and you feel sick: you can’t do that again, you can’t go through the pain of loving him and not being able to have him.

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Taehyung watches as your face falls. He can predict what you’re thinking after last night’s chat with Jihoon: you’re trying to work out how you can have him in your life when your feelings for him tear you apart.

“Please, please, don’t say no,” he pleads, stroking your little finger with his.

He reads your face and the sadness in it as you speak, “I don’t think we can do that,” you say quietly, “I want to be your friend but I don’t think we can be that close again.”

It’s another knife in his heart, “Because of what I’ve done,” he says with resignation, “I’m sorry that I’ve been so awful to you,” he says sadly.

You place your hand over his and thread your fingers through them, “No, Tae, no!” you try to reassure him, “There’s fault on both sides, it’s not that,” you say.

“What is it then?” he says; his voice is measured and it seems as though he’s anticipating your response.

You’re not going to start telling the truth now though, are you? You release his hand and bring it to your chest in a small fist, giving away your tension.

“It was too intense for us both,” you say, “It stopped you from living your life as you should. It came between you and Mira and lots of other things - I don’t think we can live like that again.”

He sighs, “No distance between me and Mira is far enough - I only agreed to one pathetic date with her because I was so fucking miserable.”

You can only make a small nod in response as he continues. “Is it because it was too intense,” he pauses, nervous for a moment, but then composes himself, “Or is it because you’re as in love with me as I am with you?” he asks boldly.

Your eyes expand to the size of saucers and you gape like a fish. He reaches for you, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and smiling as he closes your mouth; you feel tears well in your eyes, but you still can’t speak.

“You don’t have to answer,” he says, but he doesn’t sound disappointed in you like you’d expect, “Because I know the answer already - Jihoon told me everything last night.”

Your world implodes and Taehyung moves his grip to your shoulder as you begin to look panicked, “Don’t blame him, it all just came out and I know why you cut me out, he’s trying to help us. You’re not listening to my words,” he says.

You frown slightly at that and he clarifies, “I’m telling you I feel the same.”

Your lip trembles and the tears begin to seep out. Taehyung smiles gently, “Please, just silence the thoughts in your brain, just for two minutes, please, and listen to me.”

You think you can; he deserves to be heard out, so you speak, “I can do that.”

He nods gratefully and continues, “When he told me that you thought that I knew how you felt about me, I couldn’t believe it. So when he explained that you didn’t just think I knew but that I knew and was disgusted by it, well, it fucking broke me…” any smile is gone now and he looks serious and pained.

“I had no fucking idea, I promise,” he says earnestly, “How could you ever think I wouldn’t want you? Fuck, I always wanted you, right from the start. Right up until things went wrong I spent half my time trying not to kiss you… remember when when you stuck your fingers up my nose to beat me in our staring contest?” he asks smiling.

You’re dumbfounded, but you nod. You remember it clearly. He pushed you back and loomed over you, a dangerous glint in his eyes and the world seemed to stop for a moment, but then it continued on as he pulled himself together and the look was gone, leaving you thinking you’d imagined it.

He continues on, “I was so close to kissing you then and so many other times…” he sighs, “I’ve never had a proper relationship, they’ve always been based on sex, I’ve never really opened up. So I thought I was just horny as fuck for you and I knew it wasn’t healthy for our friendship but I couldn’t help it. I was so blinded by concealing that that I never realised you felt anything other than friendship for me.”

He draws a deep breath, “Then out of fucking nowhere, you stopped wanting to be around me and I was so angry with you…” He laughs at himself, and you’ve never seen him this flustered, “Man, I feel so stupid,” he pauses, releasing you and running his hand through his hair.

“So, yeah, it all came out with Jihoon and I finally realised that it was never just horniness and it was never, not even for a second, hate.” He fixes you with his gaze: you feel like one of those butterflies pinned in a glass box, exposed under his stare and unable to close in on yourself, “All that time, I had been falling in love.”

You look at him, your mouth parting; you want to apologise but it isn’t the time. He needs to speak, he needs to be heard, “Then you abandoned me and I was so lost and so in love… and all those feelings turned bitter and poisonous,” he explains.

His tone shifts, it becomes resolved, “I have no idea how I didn’t know I was in love. But I do know now, that’s what matters. I do know now,” he repeats firmly, “and I will never let you go now I know you feel the same,” he finishes and stares at you.

“Tae,” you say in a pathetically small voice, “I don’t know what to say…” you tail off, breaking eye contact but he reaches for you again and guides your face back to his so that you lock eyes.

“Tell me you’re sorry for breaking my heart to protect your own,” he states simply.

“I’m sorry,” you say in a small voice, shame bubbling through you.

“I forgive you, baby. It’s all in the past now,” he speaks slowly, in his deep and determined voice, “I’m sorry for the things I’ve done too. We should always have been more than friends, let’s not waste anymore time, we can figure it out as we go along.”

You heart threatens to beat out of your chest, but you know now is the time to lay all your cards in the table, “It’s not so simple -” you begin.

Taehyung looks at you sadly, “Siwon.” You blush deeply: you’re ashamed that you haven’t even once thought of him.

Taehyung notices how embarrassed you are and now he panics: What if Jihoon was wrong? What if you’ve stopped loving him? His voice trembles, “Don’t you love me anymore? Have you stopped? Do you love him?”

You sidestep the questions, “That’s not why I’m ashamed - it’s that I haven’t thought of Siwon at all tonight,” you admit, embarrassed, “He was so good to me, so patient about things. He knew I was hung up on you,” you clarify and Taehyung raises his eyebrows; this is the closest you’ve come to admitting that you love him back.

“We just thought we’d see where it went, but then he left and we called it a day. We thought maybe things would change when he got back,” you explain. As you speak, Taehyung relaxes. Finally, this is it. You are telling him all the things Jihoon said, finally this is the truth. 

He isn’t relaxed for long though, needing to ask the question he doesn’t want the answer to, “Are you going to get back with him?”

You laugh dryly at that, and Taehyung is confused, frowning at you in puzzlement. “What? How could that happen? The problem was always how I felt about you! That’s clearly not changed. I’m worse than ever,” you say awkwardly, “Anyway, he’s probably moved on.”

Taehyung looks at you seriously, his heart pounding as you give away more and more about your feelings, “You’re not easy to move on from,” he grumbles. He doesn’t want to let the Siwon issue go, but he wants to get to the point, “So what’s not simple?” he asks.

“Me,” you say bluntly, “I’m a fucking mess, Taehyung. An anxious, stupid mess. I’ll never make you happy.”

It’s his turn to laugh, “You’re so fucking stupid!” he kisses your forehead, “You were, you are, my best friend. I know you so well and you made me so happy all the time we were friends. For fuck’s sake, we were practically a couple before! Let’s just be together.”

“I don’t think we should rush into anything,” you assert, feeling bolder, “So much has happened between us that it’ll take time. We’ve spent too long hurting each other for it to be easy.”

Taehyung frowns, “I don’t agree, but if that’s what you want, we can start slower… but you have to be mine.”

You smile, but you look nervous still, so he makes his point more clearly, his voice earnest, “You’re all I want. I am in love with you.” He takes a deep, shuddering breath and for a moment you think he might cry, instead though he seems to stare into your soul, “I am begging you, please, just love me back…” his eyes burn into yours intensely, but his voice is soft and pleading. 

You’re overwhelmed, normally you’d start to panic but instead tears just flow freely from your eyes. You brim over with love for him.

“I love you. Do you love me too?” he demands softly. You nod weakly, but it’s enough; you reach for him and draw him to you all at once. He leans over you as you shift onto your back, caging you in his arms as he touches his mouth to yours. He’s surprised, but thrilled, when you catch his bottom lip between yours and kiss him deeply.

You’re lost in him now and powerless to do any of the things you would normally do to try and protect yourself. As the kiss finishes you keep your mouth on his and breathe into him, “I love you too.”

His heart leaps inside his chest. It’s the first time you’ve said it and he finally feels confident that it’s won’t be the last. You feel the thrill run through him and kiss him again, sliding your tongue across his lower lip; he opens his mouth to you and strokes your tongue with his. When your lips finally part he pulls you even closer.

“So, what now?” he smirks, and you both giggle as he leans above you once again.

The laugh doesn’t last long before you reach for him again with trembling hands.

“How slow exactly do we have to take it?… Do you want me?” He asks, he means it to sound cocky but instead his voice is shaky and uncertain. You nod again, nervously.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he says gently, “I know I’ve come on strong tonight but we don’t have to do this,” he runs his hands through his hair, looking more than a little concerned and flustered. He draws a deep breath and you marvel to notice that gorgeous, flirtatious Taehyung looks nervous.

Struck dumb, you can’t do anything but reach for him again, trying to communicate silently everything that you feel.He gets it. This is Taehyung, he’s your Taehyung, and so he understands exactly what’s happening and what you’re trying to say. He brings you close to him, but doesn’t act, letting his lips hover a hair’s breadth from yours.

You hesitate but realise he needs you to make a move, that you have to do something to make it clear what you want. You graze your lips against his. He chuckles, eagerly kissing you back. Then all at once, you give in. Your mind again somehow seems to leave your body and you give in to desire and instinct. Your fingers fumble for his the hem of his tee.

He pulls back, now straddling you, but his weight is on his own legs.

He takes both your wrists in his hands, “Is this really what you want?” he asks in a dangerously low voice, “I’ve wanted you so long - I won’t be able to hold back,” he warns.

You don’t know what to say, or what to do. You stutter out “Taehyung, please, I’m so nervous… help me.”

Taehyung’s heart melts at your desperate eyes. Where once he would be frustrated he just feels love now, knowing the intensity of the battle raging inside you, knowing your abject terror and fear that this is all a joke and that he’ll reject you.

He laughs nervously, the tension spilling over. “I am desperate to fuck you senseless, but this is more than just sex. I know what you must think of me, about the things I did with other women, but that was different. This is different, I’m not trying to use you. I want you to be my girl. Just tell me you want me too,” he leans his forehead against yours and his thumbs gently trace circles across your wrists.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” Taehyung purrs, an inch away from your mouth, “I’ve waited so long for you.”

“Please,” you beg, “I don’t know how to do this with you.”

Taehyung laughs, leaning forward and sucks softly on your neck, sending shudders through you. You’re pushed into the bed as your lips connect, and you whimper against Taehyung’s tongue as it pushes into your mouth. He shifts his position so he can lay on top of you and you gasp at the feeling of something heavy, thick and rock hard pressing against your core. Laughing, Taehyung captures your moan with his mouth, drawing another gasp from you as he roll his hips, pushing himself into you.

Eventually, he forces himself to pull back, “I don’t know how to do this with you either,” he admits, taking in your look of confusion, “I take what I want when I fuck, I don’t know how to do this with feelings. All I know is that I need you.”

His vulnerability is adorable, and you melt for him, “We’ll work it out,” you smile, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want-” he pauses, correcting himself, “I need you naked,” he sighs.

His fingers brush against your skin as he pulls the tee he gave you over your head, his eyes going dark when he sees your favourite bra: he thinks of the times he’s seen it before in your laundry and imagined you in it, now it’s before him he realises it’s better than he ever dreamed.

His hands stroke up every inch of you he can reach and he kisses and sucks on every bit of you available to his mouth. He’s never felt this level of need before: he wants to know every inch of your skin, to memorise the map of you, marking every part of you as his own.

“Tae,” you whisper, feeling breathless as he backs up, kissing your stomach.

“Mm,” he hums, looking up at you with a smile as his lips move down to kiss just above the waistband of the shorts, but doesn’t waste much time before he’s pulling them off, taking a moment to leer at the matching lacy briefs as before looking back up at you. He slowly ghosts his fingers along your inner thigh, enjoying how you shudder needily beneath his touch. He slides a finger over your underwear, groaning when he feels your wetness through the fabric.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs. He slides down the bed, pressing his mouth to the dampness, making out with your cunt through your increasingly soaked underwear. Beneath him, you can only moan, cursing the barrier between you, grateful for his nose as it grazes your aching clit through the fabric. Breathlessly he breaks away from you, coming back up your body as he pulls off his own tee, thrilled at the wanton look of desire you cast over him. 

Above you, Taehyung is a sight to behold. In the dim light of his room, he glows like some kind of god. The smooth expanse of his chest glimmer and your eyes trail down his flat, toned stomach to where feather soft, barely there hairs lead the edge of his boxers. Before now, oral has always felt like a chore, but as you eye the bulge in his boxers and the damp patch of precum all you can think about is how you want to choke on his cock. In the seconds that you’re admiring him you come to a sudden but definite realisation: you are literally and figuratively fucked, Taehyung owns you now, body and soul, and you’ll let him to anything he wants to you

As he lowers himself to you his heart races at the way you look at him. Your face is as beautiful as any painting, and in each expression he can read the deepest desires of your heart: he knows you want him; he knows you love him; he knows you’re submitting yourself utterly to him. It’s everything he wants: he has to have you, all of you, completely.

When his body presses against yours, his heart soars as you wrap your arms about him, holding him close. For the first time, Taehyung wants to be inside someone not simply to get off, but because he wants to be inside someone: Taehyung wants to sink into your skin, melt into your bones until the two of you are inseparable. Fuck, he thinks, this is love.

He chases your mouth for another deep kiss, “I’m desperate for you,” he groans quietly when your lips part. He takes one of your arms from around him and presses it into the pillow above your head, stroking small circles with his thumb on your palm in a tender and unexpected gesture.

You take advantage of your position while he’s distracted kissing your neck, letting your other hand slowly trail down his torso, your fingers lingering on the silken feeling of his skin. When you reach his boxers, you feel brave enough to cup your hand over the middle and squeeze, moaning when you feel his bulge against your palm. He groans desperately as he bucks into your hand, before he pulls your hand away so he can grind against you, wanting nothing between your body and his.

Your legs immediately wrap around him as he kisses you forcefully, tongue delving deeper into your mouth. Yet, the kiss quickly turns lazy, his hands roaming up and down your body.

“Tae,” you whimper, sucks at your neck, the hand that doesn’t pin you down is squeezing your breast through your bra.

“I could kiss you for hours,” he groans, “How did we never do this before?” You moan wordlessly, your back arching as he thumbs at your nipple. Sensing your obvious hunger, Taehyung begins gently stroking over your clothed core instead. Just as he begins to nip softly at your earlobe, he slips his hand into your underwear, his fingers dipping between your folds.

“So, you like this?” he asks, smiling against your skin while he separates your folds so he can traces circles against your clit. You nod, gripping his arms as he picks up the pace, his fingers moving furiously, feeling so much better than your own ever have. You gasp, feeling the pressure inside grow much faster than you thought it would: Taehyung sucks harder on your collarbone as he increases the pressure, eager to mark you and bring you to the edge.

You whimper for him and can’t control your hips as they buck against his hand. He can’t draw his eyes from your face, flushed and gasping. He wants to watch you come undone but not right now; he has specific plans for the first orgasm he’ll draw from you. He’s happy to tease you for now though, gifting you with a series of bruises, sucking into your warm skin as his fingers work at you with an even, deliberate pace, prolonging your pleasure.

He grins into your flesh and begins rubbing even more firmly and faster on your swollen clit, “Are you close?” he murmurs, slowing down his assault on your chest to look at you.

You nod frantically, moaning, but he removes his fingers from your clit, sliding down to your hole to gather your wetness. He pulls his hand out from your underwear and brings his fingers to his mouth, smiling at the taste of you.

Groaning in frustration, betrayal and arousal you don’t look away from his eyes.

“Baby - you’re not going to fall apart until you’re on my cock,” he grins lewdly.

You open your mouth to reply but Taehyung silences you with a kiss, his tongue immediately playing with yours as you continue letting out muffled moans into his mouth, feeling his hard length press and rub against your hips through the thin fabric of his underwear.

Taehyung smiles, “I’ve wanted you for so long… Can I ask you for something? It’s ok to say no, I’ll understand, I promise.”

“Go ahead,” you reply shakily, as he continues his grind against you; you can’t imagine there’s anything you’ll deny him.

He blushes, biting his lip, as the words tumble out in excitement and nervousness, “I’ve never fucked anyone raw. I know I’m clean, I got tested after those months when I…” his voice trails off in embarrassment, “I just don’t want anything coming between us.”

“I’m on birth control” you offer, “It’s ok.”

“But is it what you want?” he asks, concerned. 

“You’re everything I want,” you admit honestly, “I want everything you want to give me.”

Taehyung groans, his cock twitching, “I want you to come when I’m inside you,” he admits, “and I really want to come inside you, I want to fill you up on our first time.”

The first time… and the last… your subconscious tingles, and you try to push the thought to one side. You’re already starting to fear that none of this is real, that when he’s had you and you’ve obviously disappointed him, he’ll realise he could never actually love you.

He’s between your legs now, totally unaware of the nonsense you’re thinking. His only thought is burying himself in your cunt. You don’t even know when your underwear was removed or his as you’ve been worrying, but suddenly you’re both completely naked and Taehyung is parting your legs and lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Tell me if it hurts” he says, running his thumb back and forth across your hip as he gently grips it.

"I will,” you nod, hands fisting in the sheets nervously. You’re a little surprised: you expected more prep, you’re worried about the size of him and whether you’ll be able to take him without his fingers first… but then you remember what Taehyung said: he’s only ever fucked to please himself, How would he realise what you might need? 

You hate to admit it, but there’s a part of you that is turned on by the thought of him taking you however he wants anyway; you’ve never really experienced rough sex, but you’ve wanted him so long that a needy, keening part of you wants him to take you as he wishes, that wants to see him lose control for you.

You grab the sheets tighter when his gaze shifts to you. His eyes surprise you, yes, they’re dark with lust and desire, but there’s so much warmth there too. He pushes his cock in gently, guiding himself with his hand, only enough for you to feel him. He waits patiently for your reaction as he fights his desire to ram himself inside you to the hilt, his lips parting in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he cries out, “You feel so good. You can’t be shy now, babe, you have to tell me what you want…”

“Fuck me, Tae,” you whisper. Taehyung slides in a little deeper and you hiss in pain, and he stops, nervous of hurting you. After moments of desperate breaths, he watches your breathing settle and he drives forward, pushing his cock into you, filling you up as gently as he can bring himself to. The pain is intense, yet you love the feeling. You find yourself wondering when he’ll bottom out as he keeps pushing deeper inside you.You wince when he finally does fill you up; you can’t help but whine slightly, he feels enormous and your hole and walls sting and burn at the stretch.

“Feels so fucking good,” Taehyung rumbles, “you’re so fuck- , ugh, so fucking tight.”

The burn eases slightly and you involuntarily clench at his words. Taehyung groans as he clenches his jaw at the sensitivity; you are a warm, wet vice around him and he’s going mad with desire.

“Are you ok?” he asks; you can tell from his tone that it’s part concern, part desire for reassurance.

“You’re so big, Tae,” you admit, “Please, please move, it hurts,” you whimper.

Taehyung beams with pride, “Anything for you,” he says and he starts to move, oh so slowly.

Your fingers reach for his chest, trailing down his shoulders and arms, "Please,” you whine.

Taehyung grins before knitting his eyebrows and pretending to be confused, “I’m fucking you, aren’t I?”

You roll your hips up into him and squeeze around his cock inside of you. Slowly, Taehyung pulls his cock out, dragging against your walls with a delicious friction; every nerve in your body is on fire for him. You gasp, and your eyes flutter shut. He loves watching how you lose control with him, he can see you’re struggling but you’re still desperate for him. His heart races as he watches you melt, he knows it’s hard for you to adjust to his size, yet you clearly want more. It drives him crazy; it takes all his self-restraint not to start pounding into you. 

"You good?” he asks, feeling the strain, “Are you sure you can take me?”

“Uh huh, I can, I can,” you reassure him, trying to convince yourself at the same time. You move your hips encouragingly. You grip the back of his neck to pull him closer to you and to wrap your legs desperately around his waist in an attempt to draw him into you faster.

Taehyung grips the headboard above you with one large hand, the other clutching the side of your waist. “Fine,” he huffs in pretend frustration, “Here I am trying to make love to my girl and she just wants to be railed like a whore.”

He feels you clench again and knows he’s on the right track. So, you’re a little bit dirty are you? he thinks, Fuck, he can’t wait to find out more... Roughly, Taehyung thrusts himself straight back into you, to the hilt, just as he wanted to, drawing a scream from you.

True to his word, Taehyung doesn’t hold back and he fucks you into the bed as if his life depends on it. A sob escapes your lips as Taehyung thrusts in hard, “Fuck Tae, you’re so good -” you manage to eek out as he drives you up the bed. 

He responds with a low growl, jaw clenching. His fingertips dig deep into your skin, holding you in place as he continues to drive into you relentlessly. You’re overwhelmed by sensation: the tension that’s building in your core, the sight of his furrowed brow and beautiful face, the groaning of the headboard he’s bracing himself against and the squeaking bed as he pounds you into it. You don’t know what you expected, but this isn’t it; there’s something almost feral about the way he’s fucking you, you’ve never seen him this out of control. It hurts a little, but it also feels so good; you haven’t ever been fucked like this before and you imagine that everyone in the house, if they were asleep before, must have been woken by now.

“Oh my God, Tae,” you whimper as he thrusts harder, his cock hammering into you. But it’s not enough for him, he needs to be deeper and so he releases the headboard, grabbing your hips harshly, lifting them and holding you in place so he can drive deeper. His eyes are fixed on his cock moving in and out of you, covered in your slick; he marvels at how perfectly you two tessellate, your cunt gripping his cock perfectly, so warm, so tight…

His grip is bruisingly tight as he drives you toward orgasm and you can only pant desperately as you near your high, “You’re doing so good,” he groans, fingers now hurting your tender skin as he pulls your hips back to meet him; all you can do is take it every time his thick cock pushes deep inside of you, blurring your vision with tears and dancing sparks of light. He can sense your impending high from the sporadic clenching around him. He’s desperate to get you there, rutting into you, hitting every spot that you need him to: you holding back screams as his hips slam into you.

“Is this how you want it?” he demands. You nod your head and whine a feeble assent as your hands grasp onto the duvet beneath you. “Tell me how much you love me,” Taehyung growls, though the subtext is needy.

“I love you,” you wail weakly, “I love you so fucking much, I love you, I love you…”

“Fuck, I love you too baby, with everything I have - is it good, huh?” his soft words contradict the furious assault of his hips.

“So good…” you whine breathlessly.

“Just good?” he asks, leaning forward to grab your breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting gently. He slows down a little, his thrusts taking on a more languid pace: he’s driving deeper, but slower and more shallowly, the added friction to your clit driving you to the precipice. This is even better, he thinks, as his sweaty body slides over yours. He’s overcome with the intimacy of the moment, the closeness he feels to you right now is more than he’s ever experienced.

“The best,” you whine, “the best ever, don’t stop, please, I’m so close -”

“Are you mine, baby?” he groans.

“I am,” you admit willingly. What is the point in guarding your heart now? There’s none… you’ve surrendered it to him completely.

“Always?” he demands.

“Always,” you pant desperately.

Something snaps in him and suddenly he redoubles his pace, fucking into you faster, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brow. Taehyung’s hand leaves your breast and he reaches for your throat, the other hand slips between you to your clit as he readies himself to push you over the edge. For a moment you’re frightened, you don’t think you like it, but his grip around your neck isn’t suffocating, it’s just enough pressure to make you lose your mind until the only sensation you can feel are from him: his hot mouth, his sweat, his rough fingers, his throbbing hard cock and his heavy balls that slap against your ass.

“I dreamt of this,” he groans between thrusts, “When I saw you dancing in all that gold, wanted to pound you into the mud then… wanted to fuck you against that gallery wall, that sexy dress up around your waist… wanted to pull down those cute joggers and rail you into your couch the first time I stayed over… so many times would wake up next to you, just wanted to shove my cock in you and make you come for me…” You moan louder and louder, your walls tightening and wetness flooding out of you with each of his confessions.

"Baby girl, you’re better than I ever dreamed… You’re taking me so fucking well, such a fucking hot, tight, good girl for me,” Taehyung praises and fire floods your veins, it feels like everything sensation in your body is rushing towards a burning inferno of heat in your core.

“Yes, fuck!” Your scream is muffled, your body suddenly exploding with pleasure, you ride out your high on Taehyung’s cock, chanting his name desperately as you come undone, just as he promised you would.

Taehyung’s hand leaves your throat, and he moans, fucking you through your orgasm. He fights the urge to pour himself into your cunt; the tightness of you around him becoming unbearable. He forces himself to slide out of you before he blows his load: he’s far from done with you.

You look at him hazily, and he smiles at you, “You can take more, right?” 

You only nod weakly in response. With a grin on his face he flips you over, you manage to stay on your knees as he pushes into you again, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. He starts thrusting slowly, pulling soft moans from you as you struggle against your over-sensitivity.

“Fuck babe, you’re so fucking tight, such a fucking perfect cunt,” he praises as his voice gets more whiny, more needy, “Fucking want you so bad, need you, want you closer, need it…” As he groans and stutters, he pulls you back so you’re flush to his chest, and presses his lips to your shoulders, neck, ears anywhere he can, all the while fucking the thick length of his cock inside you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, hands grasping your breasts.

Exhausted from your previous orgasms you let your head drop back to his shoulder; you’re embarrassed at your lack of stamina and his excess of it, “Taehyung…” you plead.

“What is it, baby?” he asks softly, not slowing his movements.

“You’re ruining me,” you admit breathlessly, your body tender and aching.

“Good,” he smiles, holding your body tight against him as he keeps thrusting up into you, “That’s because this cunt is mine now, made for my cock only…Fuck, you’re so perfect and you’re mine, all mine,” he moans into your ear, as pleasure builds all over your body again.

Reaching a hand behind his head, you grip his hair, making a weak effort to move with him.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “So good for me… taking my cock so well. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you…”

“I want you,” you sigh weakly, “I want you, want you to come…”

“Fuck,” he moans, “I’ll fucking fill you up baby, I’ll give you everything…” Taehyung’s thrusts become erratic as he nears his orgasm; he drops a hand to massage your clit as you whimper for him.

As you involuntarily squeeze around his cock, pleasure rolling through your body once again, he releases you slowly: lowering you on the bed, he falls with you, pulling your hands in front of you and interlacing his fingers with them as he props himself up on his elbows, chasing his high into your prone body.

You cry into the sheets, overwhelmed and overstimulated: all you can do is babble incoherently, begging him to come. It’s all too much for Taehyung, you’re so tight around him and he’s so deep inside you that he knows he won’t last; the intimacy is overwhelming. He uses the weight of his body to pound you as hard as he can, the slap of his hips against your ass lewdly echoing through the room as he jackhammers you. The closer he gets, all he can do is repeat your name like a mantra. Moments later he’s grunting into you, pushing into you as deeply as he can, as though he can bind you two together with the force of his love and his high. He moans your name as comes, feeling his ropes of cum paint the furthest depths of you. You feel every inch of it, his balls pulling up against you as he releases.

Collapsed on your back, the world whites out: all Taehyung can feel is the pure euphoria of his orgasm in your pulsing, spasming cunt; all he is aware of outside his own release is the feel of your hot, dewy skin, and the pounding of your heart through your back. As the world resolves itself, his high subsiding, he kisses your shoulders sloppily, wanting again to melt into you. Beneath him though, you protest gently, his weight crushing you. 

Sensitive, yet reluctant to part from you, he slowly slips his softening cock out of you and you both collapse to the bed. Before you can finish drawing a shuddering breath, Taehyung pulls you into his arms. He grins euphorically, his hair sweaty and plastered to his forehead as he kisses you all over your face.

He groans as he forces himself to get up, grabbing a box of tissues from atop his dresser, bringing them to clean the mess of cum that seeps out of you. He parts your legs gently, smiling as his cum and your wetness drips from you. He loves the thought that when he fucks you in the morning, he’ll just be adding to what’s inside you: he wants you always to be filled with his cum.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmurs as he cleans you gently, “You’re amazing. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

You smile, “Neither did I… you’re something else,” you admit, combing his sweaty hair from his eyes gently with your fingers.

As he rolls the tissue up, he notices that amongst the streaks of white are shades of pink, “Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.

“A little,” you admit, “But it was good, I liked it.”

“Was I too rough?” he asks, apprehension seeping into his tone.

“No, no,” you say soothingly, stroking his face, “It's just been a very, very, long time since I had sex and you are, well, you’re big,” you blush.

He smiles at the compliment, but he can’t help himself from asking what you mean, “You and Siwon didn’t? …Sorry, not my business…” he apologises: it’s a lie, he’s not sorry at all, he just knows he shouldn’t ask, even though he’s desperate for the answer.

“I’m no saint,” you admit, “But no. I couldn’t go all the way. I was still confused about my feelings for you, it didn’t seem right…”

“You’re not confused anymore, though, right?” Taehyung presses, “You love me?”

“I really do,” you smile.

He relaxes, “Good. I love you too. I know I keep saying it but I love saying it. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it,” he enthuses giddily; it draws you to smile with him and before long, you’re kissing again, slowly, softly: there’s no anticipation of sex with it, just two people wanting to be as close as possible to each other.

He flushes as he pulls away, “Will you stay?” he asks and you’re touched to hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“I don’t think I have a choice,” you exhale, “I really don’t think I can walk…” as you look it him you see a moment of pain cross his face at what he interprets as a dismissive tone; you elaborate immediately, “Also, where else would I want to be?” He beams. 

As you sit up you wince as you feel more of Taehyung’s cum leak out of you: you yank his tee back on as you stagger on shaky legs to his en-suite bathroom to finish cleaning yourself up properly, ignoring his proud giggle behind you at having fucked you silly.

When you return, Taehyung is just finishing changing the sheets and you help him, though you ache all over. As soon as it’s done, he’s pulling you under the duvet with him. You fall into the bed, your mind too cloudy to say anything further. You feel him turn beside you, “Take that off” he groans, pulling the tee from your body impatiently, “Naked only from now on,” he explains. He wraps his arms and legs around you from behind and buries his face into your neck as he wriggles into a comfortable position, fucked out and ready to sleep.

“You’re mine now, I’m not letting you go,” he mutters deeply, his voice sounding sleepy and satisfied.

“I don’t want to be anywhere other than with you,” you mumble, feeling Taehyung’s lips curl into a smile against your neck as he drifts quickly to sleep. You don’t: in the silence your subconscious floods your empty mind; a million ideas rush through your brain. As Taehyung snores gently into your neck, there’s a knot in your stomach. Your overwhelming thought is that disaster waits in the morning and that everything said tonight was some mad fever dream.

Oblivious to your anguish, the sleeping Taehyung pulls you closer to him. The insidious voice in your mind tells you again that none of this is real. Yet, in the concrete reality of his embrace, you push the thoughts to one side. You want to believe all this is real, you want to give yourself to him. Even if this was all a mad dream or some kind of joke, you’re far too in love to leave before you absolutely have to. For now, you surrender to him and to sleep, safe and secure in the warmth of his arms: you just hope it lasts.

<<< Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fifteen >>>

‼️ A/N: Just for info - I’ve decided this is my last story; when this series is finished I’ll be done. A full explanation can be found on my master list.

As ever, thank you for reading 💛

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[geoulz]

dearest, you said. | upcoming series

“to be or not to be, we are always one in this chaos we call humanity.”

PAIRING ↳ kim taehyung x reader

GENRE ↳ renaissance era, 16th century au, smut, fluff, angst, slowburn

RATING ↳ mature/18+, themes of violence, death and abuse

SYNOPSIS ↳ being the daughter of the royal monarchs is something to be grateful for, but you didn’t choose life of royalty; nor did you want it. what happens when you’re stuck in the position as the princess, obligated to live out a path that has already been paved out for you? well, you find other ways to escape stealthily; living as a princess by day, peasant by night. you just weren’t expecting to meet the towns most wanted while doing so.

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[thepinkproof]

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You’re a model with a dark past, when your billionaire inventor sister dies and leave behind a strange man to take care of you nothing seems to be ordinary.

Genre: model reader x yandere! android taehyung

WARNING ⚠️

suicide, smut, death of family, cursing, reader struggles with mental illness, abuse

expectation: the book is dark but it will also be comedic, 5 CHAPTER STORY, POV WILL CHANGE NEXT CHAPTER

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Every since that stranger entered your house you've done everything to avoid him. This includes finding anything in your room to keep you entertained, no matter how boring it was. Fortunately, you were rich and invested in comfort and entertainment in your cozy room.

But it wasn't enough. You needed human interaction. Something you haven't felt since Karina left. Your friends who you used to hang with barely spoke to you. It seemed they only interacted with you online, whether it was liking your pictures or tweets.

Regardless you made an effort to reunite with them. You sent them a text with the following message.

groupchat

miss you girls! hangout at my place?

we live for a party y/n!

if there's alcohol im there!

halloween party? im there

You watched in horror as your phone blew up in the groupchat. You specifically said hangout, not party. You totally forgot it was halloween It was no question that you weren't mentally prepared for one, you were grieving.

"Which is exactly why you need one!" You mumbled to yourself.

A smile grew on your face as you thought of the headliners. The media would love a party, they always do.

You was obsessed with her image. You loved the way people praised and loved you.

Growing up with your parents the only time they ever paid attention to you was when they saw your career doing well. And the only attention you ever got was from random people you didn't know.

While your sister faced controversy for her products, You made sure you were the one that maintained a perfect image.

Many people thought your sister's technology was too invasive. That it was too smart for a computer. Many were skeptical to buy her home system, despite having no body or face people thought it acted too human. Some even said that the system would get too happy when they came home, or too sad when they left.

A woman even started the theory that the V system saw her husband abusing her and locked all the doors anytime he was around without her telling it to do so.

One man said the V system electrocuted him after it begged not to be unplugged.

But you never believed all the rumors, you had the V system yourself and it never acted that clingy. You figured online trolls just made it up.

When the bad press came out about the V system Karina seemed happy to hear the rumors. You always admired how she didn't care about the hate.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door open. Instinctively, you threw a pillow at him which he easily caught.

Your mouth dropped as he glared at you. You couldn't help to feel a little bit scared, he was intimidating.

"Don't do that again." He warned.

Your eyebrows furrowed in protest at his words. "Me? You barged into my room and didn't even knock!"

"This is my house princess. I don't need to knock when every square foot in here is mines." He defended.

"Yeah ok." You said sarcastically.

Taehyung let himself into your room, his eyes looking around your huge decorated space. You hated that he was in your area. "So you have any plans today?" He asked.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." You replied putting on your headphones. Maybe he would get the hint that you don't want him near you.

You didn't even realize he was standing right over top of you. "Don't play with me Y/n."

"Um personal space." You uncomfortably mumbled pushing his firm chest.

"What makes you think you can throw a party without my permission?" He said raising his voice.

"Why are you so mad, you can come, ya know since you already live here?" You casually replied.

"You can't have a party, you could get hurt. You know what happens at parties? People get drunk, overdose and have unprotected sex." He said sitting on your bed uninvitedly.

"I don't know it sounds like fun to me." You said trying to hold in a giggle.

His eyes soften at your smile even though he didn't like the reason for it. "You know if anyone come in my house trespassing its in the law that I can creatively get rid of them. I would hate for the green grass the lawnmower just finished to become red." He casually spoked.

Your eyes widened at him. "Your dark humor is annoying ." You mumbled.

You could feel him stare at you but nevertheless you tapped away on your phone hoping he would leave you alone. You felt him snatch your phone from your hands and immediately you reach to get it back but he held it away.

You groaned words of protest at him. "What is wrong with you? Give it back!" You screamed.

"You don't need to talk to anyone but me." He scolded but you were too busy trying to get your phone back to ponder on what he said.

"We need to discuss the rules."

"Rules? I'm 25 years old. Fuck off!" You shrieked.

"According to doctors you're not capable of taking care of yourself." He stated.

Immediately you stop reaching for your phone and sat back. "Look, I haven't had an episode since the day my sister died, and before that it was 8 months. I'm doing really well." You explained hoping he would back off.

Taehyung took her hand again, just like he done yesterday. "I know my baby that's why I'm going to take care of you as well as your sister did. It will be even better than before." He said in a soothing voice.

You eyes widen at the mention of your sister. "How did you even know her?" You asked.

He let go of your hand. "I'll explain right after you listen to my rules."

"Fine."

Rule number one, You must be ready whenever I am ready. We will go everywhere together in the public."

You immediately protested. "I have a job! Plus a boyfriend. You know how that would look."

Taehyung clenched his fist at the mention of Jin. "We both know that relationship is full of dishonesty and no love. You're going to end it and we'll be a couple. So whenever I am working a model job you will be too."

"You're a new model, those jobs are below me." You mumbled crossing your arms.

"Really? Yesterday it seemed like people was talking more about me than you."

You grew silent knowing he was right and looked at him for his next rule.

"Rule two, You have to listen to me and I must watch you take your medications."

You sighed but let him continue.

"Number three, nobody is allowed to come to this house without my permission."

Number four, if anyone ask you are my girlfriend. Before you start running your mouth do you really want the public to know i am your conservator? And being my girlfriend requires more than an act, you are mines only. There wont be nothing open about our relationship like your previous affairs."

You got up from your bed in disbelief. "What do you being my conservator have to do with an relationship? You're just fulfilling your sick fantasies and taking advantage of me."

"Maybe.... but what would the public think of you being with a different man other than Jin all the time? They would call you a cheater or ship us all the time. Think about how good for your career it would be to date me." He proposed.

Taehyung knew how much you loved publicity stunts. He watched as your face went from angry to a smirk. "This is perfect. You're hot, I'm hot! Imagine the instagram photos and how much people would love us! Oh my gosh!" You shrieked in happiness.

Taehyung smiled as he watched you. You've always done something to him, something that he couldn't quite understand.

He just loved seeing you smile, hearing you talk, and seeing you happy.

"You need to get ready. I have to go to work at your sister's company."

You looked at him in confusion. "You're taking over? What do you know about technology?"

"More than you think princess ."

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You and Taehyung wore matching Celine sunglasses as the paparazzi started to crowd the two of you with photos.

To be fair you were anxious. You felt bad for Jin since you two haven't officially broke up. Thanks to Taehyung, there was no way to contact him and he will have to find out from the news.

Plus, the media would say that you've moved on too quickly. You had just met Taehyung yesterday, publicly. But none of that matters. You didn't have a choice.

Taehyung grip on your hand tightened the closer the papparazi got. You thought he might have been nervous since he was a new model. He probably wasn't use to all this attention.

But Taehyung loved the soft feeling of your skin and he hated the way the paparazzi swarmed around you, like you were some zoo animal.

It was unfair. There was more to you than your looks. What gives them the right to think they can follow you around?

"Are you guys a couple?" The papparazi kept nagging.

You looked over to Taehyung who was silent and just glared at them.

Rolling your eyes underneath your sunglasses you answered them. "Yes we are."

Listening to the reaction of the news you can tell you got their attention, exactly what you needed. But, it still didn't stop their questions.

"No way! He's a new model it's no way he can pull you that fast." One of the men said thinking you couldn't hear.

Without thinking Y/n pulled Taehyung in for a quick but dirty kiss. They started to gasp and take more pictures of them.

Taehyung didn't know his cheeks could turn red, but they did. He didn't know what to do with your affection. How could you kiss him without a warning? He felt uneasy. He didn't even get a chance to kiss you back.

Fuck! Why would you do this to him? He should have been the one to initiate the kiss! What makes you think you can just kiss him out of nowhere?

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You watched as Taehyung spoke so intelligently about tech to the board of directors. It was safe to say you weren't the only one who was shock. The board of directors looked surprised that he knew so much. He didn't look like the nerdy type.

You also wondered how someone could be so smart. He was using big words and you didn't understand a word what he was saying. It was also strange how he knew alot about Karina's technology already.

"V tech has accomplished so much groundbreaking technology but it's also been consistent. It's always been the V home system, the V camera, why don't we take all of these features and make a smartphone." Taehyung suggested.

The board of directors all stared at him but one lady couldn't hold her laughter. You recognized her from other meetings with your sister. She's been working for her every since she graduated college and kissed her way up to the board of directors.

"Excuse me but what makes you think you can walk in here and tell us what to do? We have stocks in this company and legally own percentages. We get to choose the next head of V tech, not a random pretty face like you. If you want to model and endorse the technology like Y/n use to do than sure, sit down! But we are the ones who come up with the ideas." She said standing up from her seat to be more authoritative.

Taehyung looked around at the rest of the board of directors, they agreed with her. Who did they think they were? He knew everything Karina would've wanted. He knew everything you wanted.

"Karina elected me as the new head. In fact, the V phone was her idea." Taehyung surprsingly pulled out a blueprint from his pocket with notes. You recognized her handwriting but you didn't understand how Taehyung found this. Perhaps he was looking through the basement, maybe he knew her in the past. All you knew that you had to ask.

The directors looked shock that Taehyung had proof that he was the successor. "It doesn't matter who Karina chose, she's not here right now. The V phone idea is cliché and a waste of money." The lady argued.

Taehyung's odd blue eyes bore into hers. "You're going to need the V phone to call the emergency room when I-" He started but you interrupted sensing trouble.

"Oh-kay! I think everyone needs a break so why don't we take one." You said in a loud voice causing everyone attention to look at you.

Surprisingly, everyone listened to you. They all tiredly walked out of the room, some even glaring at Taehyung on the way out.

In the end it was just the two of you in the room. It was obvious he was angry, the man looked like he was going to explode. "You seriously need to smile a little. Do you need some of my anti-depressants?"

Oh if looks could kill you would be dead right now. He looked more angry at you than the directors.

"Why did you kiss me?! You didn't even ask for consent!" He blurted.

You were taken back. Is this seriously what he was mad about? You scoffed. "Nobody asks consent for a kiss. I mean it was just a kiss, it's not that serious." You explained to him.

"Not that serious? Kisses are romantic. It's an appropriate way to show love without it being sexual because it's just a person showing their pure emotions." He argued.

You laughed at him. "It's not that romantic just two people swapping saliva."

A small gasp let out your mouth when Taehyung shoved his lips towards yours. The kiss was rough and passionate and without question you kissed back. He pulled on your lips with enough force for you to understand that he was trying to shut you up. His tongue tried to enter your mouth but you immediately pushed away.

"What the fuck! Why did you kiss me? You didn't ask!" You yelled at him.

He smirked at you contradicting your own words. Realizing you became quite flustered and embarrassed. "But you can't just kiss me!"

"I thought you said kisses weren't that serious." He mocked.

"B-But that wasn't just a kiss! That was different! That was heated and affectionate! A kiss people give before they are about to bone!" You yelled at him but he only found it amusing.

"Hmm was it? It was just swapping saliva to me." He grinned.

"Ugh! What is up with you? Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" He questioned.

You glared at him because of his unknowingness before rambling. "Well first you're so perfect looking and you steal all the attention from me. Then you weirdly have ownership of my house and life. You know about technology... how exactly? And most importantly how the fuck do you know Karina?"

"So many questions Y/N. But I will answer them. Karina taught me everything I know and made me the person I am today." He vaguely answered.

"Well that answered absolutely nothing! I have never heard Karina spoke of you." You sighed slapping your hands on your thighs.

"Oh don't stress yourself out on things that don't matter princess." Taehyung watched as you cross your arms and stared at the floor. He noticed that you were quite immature for your age. Very spoiled from the rich treatment your family has given you but also it's clear your life haven't been easy.

It was clear your sister monitored you but also let you have your way. He didn't understand why you were so obsessed with your image and career. Maybe it was a distraction that kept you from realizing the horrors of your real life, your real story.

"Oh don't frown princess. Look what I got you." Your curious eyes looked up at him. "The new V phone prototype! The public will definitely buy it when they see that their favorite model is the only one with this phone." He said in an enticing voice.

"I want my old phone back, you know the one you stole?" You complained.

"The camera quality on this is amazing and you can even talk to V on here. C'mon Y/N i know you miss him." He tried to persuade in a cheerful voice.

You raised your eyebrow at him. "How did you know i missed my beloved V system?" You weren't suspicious of him but you disliked that he knew so much about you and you knew little about him.

"Who wouldn't miss the best tech in the world?" He smiled innocently. You didn't say anything to him as you took the phone from his hands. You started to turn it on and inspect it.

"Speaking of miss, do you think anyone would miss that board of director lady if I got rid of her?" He asked you.

You shrugged, attention all on the new features of the phone. "I mean I guess not? She's only been here for about a year. Firing her won't be a problem."

"Oh you thought I meant get rid of her as in fire?" He laughed. You didn't reflect on the meaning of his words as you had already downloaded social media. It was terrible to be away from your socials even for a few hours.

"That's so cute of you. I was thinking of ruthlessly ending her life but perhaps a fire would be more decent." He added deep in thought.

Your eyes looked up from the phone in disgust. "Don't joke about killing people Taehyung. Do you want to get cancelled?"

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Taehyung and you both looked at the house. He clenched his jaw as he stared at the hundreds of people outside in the pool. Alcohol bottles everywhere, loud music blasting through their ears.

You however had a mischievous smirk on your face. A halloweeen party at your house! And to make it even better it was packed, your social status still remained at the top.

Taehyung sensed your excitement as you jumped up in the air preparing to run and join them but his arm held you back.

"Don't play with me Y/n. I said no parties. You're stupid for doing this without my permission." He scolded.

"Hold on Dad!" You insulted. "You took my phone away before I could call it off, this is on you. It's nothing we can do now except enjoy the party." You mischievously suggested.

He sighed as you ran off towards the party. He should've known you were alot of work.

Taehyung could feel eyes of drunk girls gazing at him as he squeezed through the crowd to get to the door. Some even offering him a dance or a drink.

He knew he needed to calm down. His anger was always something he couldn't control. He lets his head rest on the door and took a deep breath.

After feeling he recollected himself he typed the keycode in. Opening the door to finally be alone, oh so he thought, as the people started to crowd in his house.

He let out a huge yell of anger causing people beside him to look at him strangely.

This couldn't be apart of his program. He haven't felt this way in a while. He was sure he was designed to be calm, obedient and kind. But he felt the opposite.

"Why so serious?" A voice appeared. He looked at a girl who was facing him. She was quite attractive dressed in skimpy clothing. Her hair was tied in pigtails, the ends of it blue and red.

"Get it i'm dressed as Harley Quinn and you look intimidating like the Joker." She chuckled.

Taehyung glared at her not wanting to be talked to. "I'm not dressed as anything." He coldly responded.

"You look sexy as you are. Besides these costumes can be hard to take off when the opportunity arise." She flirted. Taehyung dismissed her comment as he tried to walk off.

She pulled on his arm. "Hey! Do you know who I am!" She said offended from him walking away.

"A snobby entitled celebrity like everyone else in this room." He hissed.

"Chill sweetheart. I've heard of you on the news all week. You're Kim Taehyung." She grinned.

Taehyung used his eyes to look at hers. Immediately he searched for her face. "You're Carly Cross, a supermodel." He stated.

"Oh so you do know me. Then you should know I'm at the top in this industry and if you want to be on top, perhaps you should try getting on top of me." She suggested pulling on his shirt.

He paused to gather more information on her. "You're Y/n's competition. You've been dissing her for years. Why would I ever touch anyone who dislike my girlfriend?"

Carly laughed. "Your girlfriend seems like she has no problem touching anyone." Taehyung saw her eyes looking at a scene. You were dancing on someone very seductively.

"I know you're new sweetie so let me tell you about Y/n. She's been around just like everyone else in this industry. But she's different. She's a nepotism baby whose only relevant because of her sister. Now that her sister is dead there’s not much relevancy there. I suggest you stick with me, besides I am prettier." Carly's hand started to feel on Taehyung body lower and lower every word she spoke.

Taehyung pushed her off him roughly. "You dumb fuck. Don't touch me. And if you ever speak or even think about Y/n the only thing you would be modeling is a casket."

Taehyung ignored her as she gasped in shock. He looked up and saw that Y/n was gone. It was a good thing he had a way to know where she was at all times.

In a rush, he went upstairs to where he knew exactly she would be. He wondered why she would leave the party. She seemed to be enjoying it. He hoped she was okay.

Opening the door he saw you making out roughly with some dude. You were so invested you didn't even hear or see him insert the room.

Taehyung felt his anger get worst as he saw the man visibly erected letting out moans.

You disconnected the kiss and for a moment Taehyung thought you had finally noticed he was in the room.

"I want to see how you feel inside me." You said in a breathy voice holding his face close to yours.

He connected the kiss again as you unbutton his pants. You were confused when he stopped kissing you. Suddenly his head fell on your shoulder.

He let out a moan but not of pleasure, but of pain. Opening your eyes you see Taehyung standing over the both of you.

"Is that enough of his insides to feel princess?”Taehyung said stabbing the man in his back again.

You shrieked in fear as he kept doing it. Repeatingly stabbing him as you felt blood all over you.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Taehyung please." You cried. Seeing your tears he automatically changed. He threw the knife somewhere on the floor and pushed the man’s body off of you.

His once angered face was now full of concerned as he moved his legs to straddle you. But that only made you cry harder.

"Why would you do that?" You screamed. You were now breaking down. Letting out loud sobs in fear.

"I told you you were mine. Why would you do this?" He asked with a genuine confused face.

"You're fucking sick! Get off of me!" You screamed with a hoarse voice.

"I'm sick? You cheated on me. How can you kiss two men in one day? Why did you make me do this?" He sobbed. He started to cry erratically.

You had never seen anyone cry that hard. It even caused you to stop crying for a moment. Your attention focused on him thinking for any way to get out of this situation.

Maybe it was a mistake. You could see he was obviously guilty about it. Nevertheless, you were still scared of him.

Your mouth slowly dropped as Taehyung cries become louder and exuberant. It was then you noticed his teeth together and the slight dimple forming. He wiped away his tears. He was laughing.

"I'm kidding! You didn't make me do that. I wanted to do that. I needed to." He grinned, his smile became bigger when he saw your shocked reaction.

"B-but why?" You croaked.

"The guy was very below your standards. He probably thought this was going to be the best night of his life sleeping with a pretty girl like you, only for it to be his last night." He chuckled looking at the blood on his hands.

You couldn't make out any words. You were frozen. Those dark jokes he made earlier. You paid no attention to it thinking he was just joking. How could you be naive?

A random man walks into your life, controls it, threatens you and you thought he was normal?

"Or maybe I just like the satisfying feeling killing in front of you. You should've saw your face, it was so cute when the blood landed all over you." He smiled at you.

"Please don't kill me Taehyung." You murmured barely letting your words out in fright.

He looked offended. "I could never hurt you, Y/n. I'm going to protect you princess. And if you don't listen there will be graving consequences." He leaned in and whispered in your ear causing the blood to spread more on you.

"I-I understand just please get off of me." You pleaded.

He instantly got up but you got up slowly. You turned your body around to the edge of the bed and  cringed when your feet was touching the body.

With one deep breath you stood up and avoided his stares. You took slow steps towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" His voice asked from behind you.

"I need to clean myself up." You hesitantly answered, you didn't dare turn around.

"No. Go out to the party like you are." His hand wrapped around your waist. "Blood all over your pretty white dress. You look beautiful."

Instantly you protested. "People would know what you did. I can't wear this." She would love for everyone to know Taehyung was a killer but what killer allows people to know he kills.

"It's halloween princess. You'll blend in perfectly."

So she did. The both of them did. They walked out into the party, crimson blood splattered all on their bodies.

Everyone's eyes was on them in awe, not in fear. For once you didn't smile for the cameras, you ignored them as they took pictures of you.

And on tommorow's morning news you two would be the sexist couple, people would rave over the halloween costume, they would recreate it years in the future, they would admire the two of them, wish to be them, not knowing the cold and dark truth.

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[moonchild1]

kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅳ)

hello everyone i know it's been a while since i posted, work has been hectic, but i got some time and managed to finish a list so please enjoy... here's my all time favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message or feedback under their posts i know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics or just share what your reading right now i'd love hearing from you

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series

hush, yeah by @kithtaehyung s a (brother's best friend)

zaddy by @btssmutgalore f s a (sugar daddy)

i'm not yours by @amourtae f s a (college au childhood friends to lovers strangers to lovers idiots to lovers)

(re)starting over again by @httpknjoon f a (established relationship amnesia)

once more to see you by @jeonfiles f a (unrequited love au)

vacancy by @ppersonna s a (idol au)

the key to my drawer by @jjungkookislife s a (best friends to lovers)

a matter of shyness by @jjungkookislife s a (college au)

broken bottles by @xpeachesncream f s a (strangers to lovers bad boy)

only you by @blue-jade s a (college au unrequited love fuck boy slow burn)

ruin you by @taegularities f s a (established relationship fwb) ft. Jungkook

hell is empty by @aquagustd f s a (love triangle) ft. Jungkook

charade by @ughcore s (fake dating roommate au)

one-shot

red vs blue by @kth1 s (established relationship)

the sheets by @kth1 s (friends with benefits idol au)

let's try again by @kth1 s (married au pregnancy au)

ruined by @taegularities f s a (strangers to lovers)

tales of broken hearts by @taegularities f s a (strangers to lovers)

all mine by @amourtae f s (established relationship)

overdue by @amourtae f s (college au strangers to lovers)

extracurricular by @ppersonna s (professor au)

holding you like this by @jimilter s a (exes to lovers)

mine to claim by @jimilter f s a (werewolf au idiots to lovers friends with benefits)

duty free by @joyfulhopelox s (strangers to lovers)

ten out of ten by @kookdiaries s (college au frat boy enemies to lovers)

morning cuddles and a raging boner by @borathae f s (established relationship domestic au)

beast by @spideyjimin f s a (established relationship au)

freefall by @jtrbluv f s (frat boy au college au)

rain on me by @sugakookitty f s (stripper au) ft. Jungkook

apartment 512 by @seokjinish f s (enemies to lovers neighbours au)

teardrops on my guitar by @playmetheclassics f s a (unrequited love college au)

almost sweet by @sugalaritae f s (established relationship)

heartbreak hotel by @myooniverse f a (strangers to lovers)

first light by @evafrechette s (dilf tae)

day by day by @hueseok f s (strangers to lovers)

head over feels by @missgeniality f s a (established relationship

ain't no sunshine by @whimsical-ness f s a (based on the movie notting hill)

tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls by @bangtae-sohotddaeng/ @jimilter s a (college au established relationship)

helping hands by @snackhobi f s (friends to lovers)

of lace and lust by @hobidreams f s a (roommate au college au childhood friends to lovers)

champagne popsicle by @gguksgalaxy f s (strangers to lovers)

daisy by @chateautae f s a (rivals au fuckbuddies young parents au)

all that glitters by @jamaisjoons f s a (sugar daddy au)

fake love by @mygsii f s a (arranged marriage au)

joyride by @sunshinerainbowsbts s (strangers to lovers college au threesome au) ft. Jungkook

marshmallows and report cards by @untaemedqueen f s (strangers to lovers single dad au teacher au)

might as well by @jeonqkooks f s (established relationship)

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[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 14

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 4.9K+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader, hoseok x reader

note | *cue that tiktok sound* okay, guys. we're back. did you miss us? hi! I'm back with my monthly update 💀 I already outlined everything. there are six chapters left in this series (not including the drabbles). thank you so much for patiently staying around. i appreciate y'all a lot. let me know your thoughts, enjoy reading!

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When did texting someone become so hard?

It has been exactly three days since Taehyung got to talk to you again. He offered to drive you home after your date failed to show up. You said yes. You two had a friendly conversation in his car. Like you were old friends, which you were. But were you? It’s complicated. For the first time in years, he heard your laugh and saw you smile just like in the photos he saw when cleaning up at your shared house. He remembered you waving at him with a soft smile on your lips before getting into your apartment building.

You also said you never changed your number and you would reach out. But he wants to update you about the small celebration the bakery will have later next week. He tried typing something but later erased it before he could even finish the first word. He doesn’t know what to type or how to begin a conversation. So he just typed a single character and hit the send button.

It was past six in the evening. You were already in your PJs after a long day at work. Treating yourself with dumplings and beef fried rice from the nearest Chinese restaurant in your area, you let yourself indulge while your favorite sitcom plays on your TV screen.

“You’re not easy-going, but you’re passionate, and that’s good. And when you get upset about the little things, I think that I’m pretty good about making you feel better about that. And that’s good too. So, they can say that you’re high maintenance, but it’s okay because I like…maintaining you.��

You found yourself pursing your lips when your favorite character said that line. It was one of the quotes that stays in the back of your head almost every time. You were about to reach for the remote control to play it back again. But your phone, which you set into silent mode an hour ago, vibrated. Your eyebrows shoot up as you read who sent you a message.

From Jung Hoseok

Hi, YN. I really regret missing our date last time. Would you be willing to give me another chance with a cup of coffee this Friday? I know a great cafe around the city 🙂

The day after he failed to show up at the restaurant, you woke up to a text message from Hoseok apologizing again. You reassured him that you understood and he promised to make it up to you. You didn’t really expect anything from that and thought that he would just pass by like your past dates that Martha set up. So seeing him reaching out again was unexpected.

You smiled as you typed a reply.

To Jung Hoseok

Will there be tea? I don’t drink coffee.

You see those three dots immediately popping in, indicating that he’s typing. So you quickly typed in a follow-up message.

To Jung Hoseok

Just kidding! I’m okay with Friday. Around 5 PM?

He was quick to reply,

From Jung Hoseok

Okay. Should I pick you up?

You thought you would just feel pressured if he picked you up at your home. So you just offered an alternative.

To Jung Hoseok

We can just meet there :) Just send me the cafe’s location.

From Jung Hoseok

[location pin] 

To Jung Hoseok

Thank you! See you this Friday then.

From Jung Hoseok

See you, YN!

That’s a date for Friday, which is a few days from now. Even though he reached out again, you thought of keeping your expectations low. Because it helps avoid disappointment. You probably learned after your last dates with those guys you met before.

You continued playing the episode you were watching. Not even five minutes later, your phone vibrated again. You thought Hoseok forgot something. But immediately after reading the contact name, you froze staring at your screen.

From Aaa Love

👋

Of course, you quickly recognized who it was. Suddenly, you felt a sense of nostalgia in your head after seeing that name for a long time. Years after keeping this contact hidden on your list, you totally forgot that you never changed his contact name even after the accident. You cannot even remember when you hid his name in your list. Maybe it was one of those nights you were drunk with friends and made some decisions.

Before replying, you renamed the contact.

To Kim Taehyung

Hi, Tae 🙂

While waiting for his reply, you recalled that night. You remembered feeling good entering your apartment even though your date didn’t show up. When Jisoo asked you how it went through a video chat, you said that the date didn’t happen.

“Then, why do you look happy?” she asked that time.

That’s when you snapped out of your daze, “D-Do I?”

“Yeah, you’ve been smiling ever since we got on this call.”

“Oh…” your lips formed a thin line before speaking again. “I… I saw an old friend in the same restaurant.”

The last time you and Jisoo really talked about Taehyung was still the time she showed up unexpectedly after her wedding. You cried, she cried.

“Really? Who?”

“Taehyung.”

You wait for her reaction and you gradually see her eyes widen.

“What? What is he doing there? Did you talk?” she asked with surprise in her tone.

“Apparently, he’s doing some business here. And yes, we talked. He offered to drive me home.” you shared.

“And?”

“It was nice.”

Your simple and short answer had Jisoo simply staring at you through the screen. It was like she was studying you. You knew she had a lot to say in her head based on her quiet reaction. But then, she just said,

“Okay.”

From Kim Taehyung

Hello, YN. Just making sure I have the right number here haha

Taehyung finally replied. You let the episode play in the background as you tap on your screen,

To Kim Taehyung

I told you I didn’t change it!

From Kim Taehyung

I know, I’m sorry hehe

Just by the text, you can imagine him awkwardly laughing as he says that. Before you can reply, another text popped in.

From Kim Taehyung

Btw the celebration will be in the bakeshop. Next Saturday, 2 PM.

From Kim Taehyung

It’s a late lunch event with friends and family. We’re hoping you can come 😊

Reading that, a smile formed on your lips. With you working at school, you are usually free on weekends. 

To Kim Taehyung

Will do!

“Can you put dinosaurs in it?”

“Of course, bud. Anything you like.”

Taehyung softly ruffled Jihoon’s hair, who remained focused on coloring his activity book. The little kid’s birthday is coming up soon and the preparations for it had begun. Since Jimin would be the one making the multi-layered birthday Jurassic-themed cake, Taehyung offered to make the cupcakes. 

A couple of toys, specifically, dinosaurs, are all over the table that Jihoon and Taehyung occupy. And ever since he arrived at the shop this morning, the kid kept talking about his favorite animal. Being the best uncle that he is, Taehyung listens while being quietly amazed by how much Jihoon knows about dinosaurs. 

“Ashley just sent a copy of the contract in our e-mail earlier. She wants us to review it first before finalizing.” Jimin spoke while placing an apple juice box on the table.

Jihoon scoots a little to accommodate his father sitting next to him. He stayed busy with his crayons. 

“Have you read it?” Jimin asked.

Taehyung shakes his head, “I haven’t. I think I left my phone on silent while doing those lemon tarts.”

“Well, I think you should read it. They put something they probably forgot to mention before.” his friend noted.

His eyebrows draw together before reaching for his phone. Taehyung immediately clicked on the file sent to him from Ashley. He carefully read word by word written in the document. He thought everything was already mentioned in their online meeting days after he went to Incheon. Until he read one of the sections of the contract.

Staffing Arrangements

The bakery agrees to temporarily assign one of its capable bakers to work at the restaurant in Incheon for four weeks, beginning on the first day of offering the pastries on the menu of the restaurant. During this time, the assigned baker will head pastry production, equip training for restaurant staff, and guarantee regular quality control. The restaurant agrees to cover the entrusted baker's salary, expenses, and even housing if demanded.

After pausing for a few seconds, Taehyung scanned his eyes all over that part again. Just to make sure he understood it right. He looked back up to Jimin, who had his arms crossed over his chest while waiting for a reaction from him.

“So?”

“This means one of us had to stay here while the other had to manage around in Incheon.”

September is usually dry and warmer in Incheon.

After living in this part of the country for around two years now, you already got better at predicting the weather and climate. But today, your predictions were proven wrong when you had to stay under a waiting shed while the harsh raindrops poured continuously. You were too confident that you left your umbrella at home.

4:12 PM

You looked down at your phone. It has been almost thirty minutes since you stood in this shed, waiting for your usual bus to arrive. But you don’t know why there have only been two buses that passed by. You were unable to get on any of those since both were packed, considering the unexpected rainfall. You tried booking a cab but there’s nothing around your area at the moment. Your friend, Aileen already left earlier with her husband while Martha offered to drive you home but you live almost twenty minutes away from her. So, you kindly rejected her offer. Again, you were too confident that you would be able to ride the bus quickly.

Puffing your cheeks, you began dialing someone’s number. He answered after the second ring.

“Hey, Hoseok…” you greeted.

He was quick to reply, “Hi, are you on your way? I’m driving to the cafe.”

“Yeah, uhm, I’m kinda running late for our date tonight.” you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Everything alright?” 

“Haha, yeah. Just waiting for a bus to stop by here the school. It’s raining like crazy today.” you mentioned.

“Yeah, it is… you know, I can pick you up if you want to.” he offered.

Your eyebrows lifted, “Really?”

“Of course, YN.”

“Okay, thank you so much!” you smiled, finally.

“No worries. I’m on my way.”

“Okay, take care,” you said before ending the call.

With your plans of getting ready pre-date at your home canceled, you sat on one of the benches in the shed and touched up yourself quickly. You reapplied your lipstick with your front camera as your mirror. You ran your hand through the stubborn flyaways of your hair before tying it into the easiest half-up, half-down hairstyle you know. You’re still in your usual work clothes, a statement T-shirt (with a friendly and maybe corny quote written on it and jeans. Originally, you would wear something cuter. But this one will do. Even though the cool breeze makes you wish you wore something warmer too.

And less than five minutes later, a black Audi stops right in front of the stop. Your legs bounced restlessly. The windows were tinted dark so you cannot really see who’s inside. But the door on the other side of the car opened and there, you recognized the man from the pictures on Martha’s phone. Almost like sunshine, his smile as he made his way to you made you smile too. Your fidgeting legs had already calmed down as he stopped in front of you.

“YN?” He asked since this was the first time you two really saw each other.

You nodded, “Hi. You’re Hoseok, right?”

Although you were at ease with his arrival, there was still an awkward tension between you two. But it tones down when you two chuckled.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” he smiled again. He quickly noticed you hugging yourself. “It’s cold. How about let’s get you inside?”

“Sounds good.” you agreed.

Joining him under his transparent umbrella, your shoulders brushed against each other, and you could feel his warmth beside you. He opened the car door for you while ensuring no raindrop would touch your skin. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ when you finally got to sit inside. You watched as he made his way back to the driver’s side of the car.

“Are you okay? Everything’s fine?” he asked immediately.

“Yeah, thank you again for picking me up,” you replied. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied before reaching for something from the backseat. 

Your eyes widened when you saw what it was. It was like your eyes sparkled as he handed you the small bouquet of yellow tulips, tied with a matching gold ribbon. 

“I’m really sorry for missing our date last time.” he apologized, watching you appreciate the flowers.

It has been so long since you received flowers. You cannot even remember when was the last time. So you cannot help but feel this funny feeling in your stomach while you look at the flowers. Especially since yellow tulips are your favorite.

“You didn’t have to. I understand why,” you spoke, tilting your head in his direction. Your voice was small and soft.

“Still, you waited for me alone in that restaurant. I cancelled last minute… Do you love it?”

“Of course, I love yellow tulips!” you exclaimed before taking in its subtle scent.

“I’m glad. I may or may not have asked Martha for help with those.” he chuckled.

Hoseok began driving while you find it more comfortable being around him. He has this infectious smile that brings more warmth in this rainy weather. It probably helps when he’s with patients.

“How long have you been waiting there?” he asked, starting up a conversation.

“Oh, you know, like half an hour.” you sneered at yourself. You hear him gasp. You chuckled, “To be fair, it is a rainy day. I can usually find a ride easily. I just didn’t expect that it would rain today.”

“It’s usually sunny at this time of the year,” he noted.

“It is. I was already waiting for the bus when the rain poured,” you told him. 

“I thought you and Martha usually go home together?” he asked, looking from the road to you for a quick second.

“Sometimes. But I feel bad for making her drive past her house for like twenty minutes,” you revealed. 

You tried offering to pay for her gas but she declined. Although she constantly assured you that it’s fine, you feel like an inconvenience, especially after a busy day at work. You are very aware it’s a you problem. But it’s just the way it is.

You shifted in your seat, “How about you? Did you have work today?”

He nods, “Ah, yes. I got off my shift earlier this day. Then went home to see my dog before dropping her off at my sister’s.”

“Oh, you have a dog?”

“Yeah, a senior dog but Mickey’s still the family’s baby.” he chuckled. “We take turns with her. Some days, she’s with me. Or my sister’s or my parents’.”

“So, you’re originally from here in Incheon?” you asked, curious when he mentioned his family.

He shakes his head, “No, we moved here when I was in high school. I left during college. Then, came back when I began working. I like staying close to my family. And you?”

“No, I moved here from Seoul two years ago.” you shared.

“And what about your family? They stayed there?” he asked.

“Nope, I’m an only child. My parents died years ago– Please, don’t say you’re sorry. It’s fine, it’s been so long.” you chuckled when you saw how his expression changed. “But I do have my Aunty Belle. She’s around the city too. She looked after me until I left to study in SNU.”

“You went to SNU too?” Hoseok exclaimed.

You beamed, “Yes– Wait, we’re here?”

He laughed, “Yeah.”

Distracted, you didn’t notice the car arriving in front of the cafe Hoseok talked about. He told you to wait for him, leaving the car with the umbrella. He opened the car door for you and helped you with the umbrella. He does the same thing when opening the cafe’s front door for you. And when a bell clangs when the door opens, you get reminded of your favorite bakeshop back in Seoul.

“I’ll be having iced americano and a slice of carrot cake. How ‘bout you?” Hoseok turned to you as you two stood in front of the staff.

“I’ll have green tea and banana muffins,” you answered.

After ordering, you two sat on one of the empty pearly white tables and chairs near the glass window while waiting. It was a well-lit place. It has a minimalist and clean aesthetic. Hoseok sat across you, tapping his fingers along to the music playing in the background.

“So, what made you agree to do this blind date?” you asked him.

“Well, I’ve been single for the last three months and I never really tried blind dating before so I said yes when Martha told me about you,” he answered.

“Well, I hope she said nice things.” you two chuckled.

“Don't worry, she did.” He assured you. “How about you?”

“Martha had been setting me up for blind dates these past few months because I’ve been single ever since I came here in Incheon. The last dates I went to were unsuccessful so she promised that this one was gonna be great. So I agreed for the last time.” you told him.

“And so far, how is this one going?” he asked cheekily.

You pretended to think for a second, humming as you rubbed your chin. He laughed.

“It’s going great. You get plus points for my favorite flowers.” you smiled.

“Even though I didn't show up last time?”

He seemed really apologetic about that. He brought it up again for the nth time even though you already told him countless times that it’s okay.

You puffed, “Hoseok, it's fine. I really do understand. I used to work at a hospital, things can get a little spontaneous. No worries about it.”

A staff member came with your orders. She carefully placed your drinks and food on your table. You can feel your shoulders relaxing as you feel the warmth of the tea on your tongue when you take a sip from the cup.

“How was it?”

You smiled, “Nice. Perfect for a rainy day. How did you find this place? I don't think I ever reached this part of the city.”

“This is the only open cafe I see whenever I get off from my shift very late at night. I love their coffee here.” 

You nodded while taking a bite from the banana muffin you ordered. And you quickly recognized its difference from your usual banana muffin. You look at Hoseok who's enjoying his cake.

“How was it?” he asked, pointing his fork at your muffins.

“This feels a little dry and the texture’s a bit rough,” you whispered, not really wanting the nice lady at the cashier to hear you.

You don't want to be critical. But you just got used to having a soft and fluffy banana muffin or even bread with the right amount of sweetness in it.

He leaned a bit forward, mirroring you, “Really?” 

“Yeah, seems like it had a lot of flour,” you added before offering him one of the muffins.

You watched him take a bite and chew on it. After gulping it down, you wait for his opinion.

“It is dry.” he nods before putting the muffin down. “You seem to know a lot about bread. Do you bake?”

No, but I know someone who put his heart out and is a perfectionist in baking.

Instead of saying that, you shake your head.

“Oh, no. But I do love a lot of bread and pastries. I just know friends who bake back in Seoul.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We probably didn't get to discuss that in the meeting we had.” 

Taehyung, along with Jimin, sat at the same table since that morning. Jihoon’s mom already picked him up earlier and the shop was already sold out by 5 PM so they closed early. Now, they are just having a call with Ashley about the contract.

“So, it means that based here on the contract, you want one of us to stay there in Incheon to oversee the pastries.” Jimin clarified.

“Yes, we just want to make sure that the quality of the products will be the same as what you have there in Seoul. Also, we thought that it might be better for our crew members to personally learn about it from the baker himself.” Ashley explained through the call set in loudspeaker mode.

Jimin looked at Taehyung who nods with that. This time, Taehyung has a question.

“You said that there would be a salary?” 

“Yes. There would be a separate salary for the baker who will be staying here with us for four weeks. And since traveling from Seoul to Incheon can be a hassle, if you want to, we can also provide temporary accommodation with complete furniture. My husband runs a condominium business here so the accommodation would be on one of his buildings.”

Both of the men’s jaws dropped with that information. Their eyes were wide as they met each other's gaze. They definitely didn't expect that information from her. They were unaware of how rich she was. They just know that she runs a great restaurant in Incheon.

Jimin cleared his dry throat, “Okay, thank you for clarifying it. But we hope you can still wait before we sign the contract since me and my friend still have to talk about it.” 

“Sure, of course. Just reach out to us whatever your decision is.”

“Thank you. Have a great night.”

As soon as Jimin ended the call, the two exchanged looks.

“So?” Taehyung began.

Jimin shakes his head, “I can't. Jihoon just began going to school. You know what my co-parenting arrangements with his mom are.” 

Taehyung nods. After learning about Jihoon’s existence, Jimin wanted to make up for those years he missed. He was hands-on in everything that his son takes part in. He is also helping Jihoon’s mom in looking after him since she is currently working in a nine-to-five job.

“It's fine with me. I went on vacation there once. It's nice there. Plus, we can split the salary.” He commented. 

And he didn't really have any obligations here in Seoul. Unlike his best friend. It would be easier and better if he went. Jimin can manage the shop while taking care of Jihoon. Taehyung is flexible in working everywhere. 

“It would also be nice to stay in a new place.”

“No, but the living finances in Seoul are really more expensive than here.”

You don't sure how long has it been since you and Hoseok arrived here in the cafe. You already finished your tea while the ice on his drink has already melted. The only muffin left was half-eaten. The plate of his carrot cake was already on your after he let you finish it when he noticed that you liked it after giving you a taste.

“It is. That's also another reason why I came back here.” Hoseok exclaimed. “I can't stand living with another careless roommate again.”

You laughed when he referenced his bad roommate experience he told you earlier. Hoseok has been funny and nice ever since he picked you up today. He talked about Mickey, his life back in Seoul, and a little bit about his family.

“But you said you stayed in Seoul after graduating, right?” he recalled.

“Yes, I did.”

“How? Did you live alone?”

“At first, I became roommates with my best friend there, who’s also a nurse. That lasted for a couple of years... Then, I moved in with the guy I was dating at the time.” You told him.

“Like in his apartment?”

You shake your head, “We bought a house.”

His jaw dropped, “You bought a house? In Seoul?!”

“Yeah, we did some research and saved up for it starting from our first anniversary. Apparently, foreclosed properties are cheap there.” You shared it like a fact.

Taehyung was the first one to bring up the idea of living together a few weeks before your anniversary. After talking about it, you two did some research and went to a lot of open houses. Then, you found out about foreclosed properties. Taehyung and you looked in about four foreclosed houses before landing on the one you called home. 

“What happened to the house after you broke up?” He asked.

You purse your lips, “He's living in it. But we agreed to talk about it soon.”

How soon is soon though?

“So it was a good breakup?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” 

The last sentence was almost a whisper by the end. You cleared your throat as if something was stuck in it. It was your turn to ask.

“How about you? How was your last relationship?”

Hoseok leaned back on his chair, crossing his arm over his chest, “It was great for the most part. We’ve been together for only one year. I actually proposed to her.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, “Really? What happened?”

“We had a lot of misunderstandings in the last months of our relationship. It can be about everything. But mostly, she gets mad whenever I have an emergency in the hospital and I understand that. So one day, we harshly broke up during a fight before I left for work.”

“So it's a bad breakup?” 

“Yeah, a bit bitter.” He sneered. “But at least I don't share any property with her.”

It was a teasing remark to lighten up the mood. You grimaced and rolled your eyes. He laughed.

“The lady was too kind to ask us to go,” you said as Hoseok drove.

The moment you and Hoseok realized that the rain had stopped and the sky was already dark, you two got up and left. Hoseok insisted on paying, even playfully threatening to throw your wallet away if you ever pulled it out of your pocket.

“I’m sure she doesn't mind. She gave us free cupcakes.” He replied, pointing to the box resting on your lap.

“Are you sure you don't want to take this?” you asked because he handed you the box as soon as the lady gave it.

“Yeah, just update me with your review about it. I'm interested to hear more about your thoughts.”

You bit your lip from hearing that, “Okay.”

After a few minutes of listening (and singing along) to songs that played in his stereo, you arrived in front of your building. Of course, Hoseok opened your door for you. He helped you with the bag you brought to school so you could carry the flowers and cupcakes.

“Should I help you to your apartment?” He asked while you slid your bag into your arm, struggling. 

You gave up, letting him take your bag and the cupcakes, “Okay. Come in.”

You opened the door to your building and led the way to the stairs. He assured you that he was okay as you kept on looking back at him. And when you unlocked your apartment, you turned around.

"Do you want to go inside? Water, juice, or anything to drink?” You offered before putting the things on the counter near your door.

He smiled, “It's fine, I can't stay for too long. My next shift is at nine. I just want to make sure you'll make it to your door without dropping any of those.”

You looked down at your watch, “Oh my god. It’s already past eight. You should go! I should've taken a cab.”

“YN, it's okay! It's still early.” he chuckled. “Plus, I had a really great time talking with you.”

Your stomach flutters, looking at him. You noticed the same smile you saw earlier.

“I hope this isn't the last time we'll go out.”

You nodded, “Of course. Martha did it right this time.”

“How about next weekend? Sunday?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll be back from Seoul by then.” 

His eyebrows raised, “Really? I’m going to be in Seoul for a conference on Saturday. When are you coming there?”

“The same day! I’m going to visit some friends.”  

“Maybe we can go there in Seoul together? So you don't have to commute.” He offered.

“That sounds good!” You agreed before looking down at your watch again. “But I think you should go now. I know you still have to do stuff before going to work.”

“Okay. Let's just talk about it later.” 

“Okay. Thank you for the flowers and everything, Hoseok,” you state before leaning in to give a quick kiss on his cheek.

He smiles, “You're welcome, YN. Tonight was great.”

“Text me when you make it to the hospital. Drive safely! Good night.”  You said as he walked back.

“Good night, YN.” He waved before walking down the stairs.

You closed the door to your apartment before leaning your back on it, looking at the yellow tulips on the counter.

What a lovely night.

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[cupoftaae]

I am once again begging for your donations of a fluffy smut :P

I LOVE FLUFFY SMUT thanks anon, you are a real one

Warnings- smut: oral (f receiving), fingering. (dni if ur under 18...im looking at YOU) this is kinda cute, they are so lovable and that deserves a warning imo

I hope you enjoy!

Mariposa- KTH drabble

“Hurry up!!” You giggled as Tae ran down the sidewalk with you, hands entwined as the rain fell hard from the sky. “Why did we think it was gonna be a good idea to go out before a storm?” You shout, laughing as you caught your breath once you reached the front door of taehyungs apartment.

“Hey, that picnic was worth it” he frowned, putting the key in and pulling you inside. “It was” you whispered to yourself as you stepped into the dark apartment, feeling cold once the AC hit you.

It was you and Taehyungs 1 year anniversary of dating, and you both had been so busy with work earlier this morning, so you promised that you would find something cute to do, and he suggested a small picnic in the park.

How could you say no to that?

“Come on baby” he smiled and led you upstairs to help you get into more dry clothing. you walked into his room and turned the light on, greeting the tiny dog that excitedly approached you.

"here" he handed you a tshirt and shorts

"thank you, can I shower quickly?" you asked, taking the clothes

"mhm" tae smiled, collapsing onto the bed and cuddling with tannie as you went into his bathroom to shower and wash up.

-

you wiped off all your makeup and began to apply facial cream, hair still tied up in a towl. "how long are you gonna be?" tae whined, feeling tired.

you peaked out to the room, he was still sitting on the bed watching tv. "be patient, beauty is pain" you teased

he groaned and looked over at you

"why do you care? something planned?" you ask, eyebrow raised.

he smiled and shook his head shyly, "no.."

"then be patient"

and he was, (reluctantly), for the next 20 or so minuets. You finally came out with blowdried hair and lotioned skin, collapsing onto the bed with him.

"you smell good" he whispered and pulled you closer to him, making you giggle. "thank you, I try"

tannie jumped onto the bed and cuddled up with you before taehyung picked him up gently and began to walk towards the door, making you sit up. "why are you taking our baby?

He laughed and placed him out in the hall, closing the door behind him before coming back to you. "because..."

"because..?" you tease

he shrugged, gently pressing kisses to your jaw once he was on the bed

"oh I see" you blushed, poking him jokingly. "I thought you didnt have anything planned hm?"

"well its true, I dont plan it." he smiled, gently moving to hover you "but you look so good, and i'm only a man"

you laughed and looked up at your boyfriend before your lips finally met, both of you humming in unison. "thank you for a good night, my love" you mumbled between kisses. "dont thank me yet" he spoke, his hand coming under your shirt to rest atop your braless chest. Your face grew red, something taehyung didnt fail to notice.

He took pride in knowing that after a year of being together, he could still make you shy like this.

"tae...." you whine, his hand gently squeezing your breast as his lips attack your neck, making sure to leave evidence. "what baby? tell me what you need" he whispered, teeth sinking into your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

you couldnt even respond, mind going completely blank as your boyfriend sat back to look at you. "hm?" he hummed

"I dont know" you whispered, giggling.

"thats alright" he smiled, laughing a little. "is it ok if I eat you out?" he asked casually, making you cover your face and smile like a teenager.

"yeah..." you mumbled feeling his hands trace along the hem of your shorts, "so I can take these off?" he asked, making sure you were ok.

"yes, you can, im sorry im just ..." you jokingly squeal as he laughed again. "dont be embarrassed baby, youre beautiful and I love you" he spoke, making you smile brightly.

"ok, I love you too" you brought his head down so you could peck his lips, "you can continue" you added, making him chuckled. "yes ma'am"

His fingers gently hooked onto your shorts and underwear, sliding them down yours legs and tossing them off to the side, exposing your bare center.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against you, taking a deep breath once tae leaned forward to press a kiss to your lower stomach, going slow before reaching the top of your cunt, stopping. Your thigh was gently hoisted so it was over taes shoulder as he now sat at the end of the bed on his knees. "you good?" he checked back in, looking at you

"im good" you reply, feeling his lips kiss along your inner thigh, wishing he would just get to where you need him already. "youre so wet" he couldnt help but exhale a laugh, his finger coming to swipe between your folds slowly, collecting the slick. Your breath hitches at the contact, about to tell him to stop the teasing before he suddenly attaches him mouth to your clit.

"oh" your hand clutches the blanket next to you as his tongue starts with small tight circles, making you moan. Tae felt like he was in cloud 9, you smelt so good and to him, there was no better way of showing how much he loved you than with his mouth.

He pressed small kisses along your pussy before flatly pushing his tongue back against your bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. "mhmmm, so good" you whine "more, please" you whisper faintly.

he pulled away suddenly, making you lift your head, "be patient, baby" he teased, mocking your words from earlier. "so beautiful, and all for me" he whispered, more to himself as his 2 fingers traced along your labia gently. "tae...please" you try pleading again, throwing your head back in pleasure the minuet his dips his two fingers into your cunt. "ah, fuck" you moved your hand to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as the other hand reached down to hold your thigh.

he began to pump his fingers, pushing them in quickly and retracting slowly. "you ok?"

"mmmm" you moaned, pushing your hips against his hand

"i'll take that as a yes" he smiled, beginning to curl his fingers once they were deeper into you, pushing against your front wall. You gasped loudly, knowing that it wasnt hard for tae to find your g-spot with his long ass fingers.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you were almost embarrassed at how fast your orgasm began to build, sweat forming along your body as tae's fingers continued to press against your sweet spot.

Tae knew you were close, moving forward to return his tongue to your clit, flicking it lightly as his hand never stopped pumping into you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tightly as you pushed your hips up in pleasure, the tightness in your abdomen growing quickly.

"Tae I-, ahh, Im gonna cum" you mumbled, fully aware you were a moaning mess. "let go, sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it"

he quickened his pace, all thoughts completely going blank as your orgasm finally hit, washing over you wave after wave. You covered your mouth as you moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips against his face. You were practically seeing stars, feeling tae's hand gently pull out of you. "good job, baby, did that feel good?" he asks, moving up to your face and kissing you.

once you caught your breath, you nodded, smiling. "yeah...it did" you giggled, kissing him in return as he gently laid on you.

"happy anniversary, my love"

"happy anniversary my sweet girl"

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[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09.3 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8.7K

play — sadderdaze by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, mentions of infidelity (not between oc/jk/tae), mentions of infert!lity, therapy sesh with namjoon, oc lowkey snooping 🫣, she’s kinda thirsty today lmao, jungkook’s tattoos 😵‍💫, soft soft softttttt i cried

note: i promise this is the last part of…part 09 🤠 the drama must continue…this might be one of my fave parts :’)

“Something’s bothering you?”

Yuri sits up, pretending as if she didn’t know you were talking to her when you call her name, repeating your question.

“Oh,” she chuckles lightly, running her fingers through her ponytail, “nothing’s bothering me.”

You set down your mug on the table, raising a brow with suspicion. She avoids your gaze, knowing that she can’t hide from you now.

“You seem a little…different these past few days,” you begin, hand returning to your mug.

“Different how?”

“Quiet.”

She shrugs, “I’m always quiet.”

“More quiet than usual.”

With a shake of her head, she rises from the chair, making her way to the kitchen to rinse her mug while you follow close behind, knowing that there’s something up with her after Yoongi’s confirmation the other day. You’d have to coax it out of her, since it could be something serious and she’s known to dismiss serious issues when it involves herself.

“Yoongi said I should ask you,” you intone, cornering her against the sink, “tell me now before we leave for work. Or I’m gonna be worried all day.”

She clicks her tongue, eyes drooping as she seems to be collecting her words. Before she finally looks up, a dejected smile on her face.

“My last trip to the gynae…I—she said she needs to run some tests.”

“Oh, okay. That’s normal.”

“Yeah but it’s going on too long,” she exasperates, “I feel like…since I was a teenager, my cycle has always been irregular and I just have this sickly feeling that—” she cuts off, tremble to her voice which has a lump forming in your throat.

You reach for her shoulders, thumbs caressing them, “it’s okay. Everyone is different, I’m sure after you go through with the tests and the results come back, you’ll know where you stand.”

She turns to the sink, your hands falling from her shoulders with the action. Eyes glazing over as she stares at the suds floating around.

“I’m just worried that I can’t…that I won’t be able to have a family of my own, children of my own,” she quakes, wiping away the stream of tears that drip down her reddened cheeks.

“Yuri,” you call, tears brimming your own eyes, “you will have a family of your own. You’re going to have kids of your own. And you’re going to be a great mother. I promise that it’s nothing.”

She wipes her nose with a paper towel, “you think so?”

“I’m sure of it. Just go through with the tests with a clear mind.”

“I just—” she cries, taking your hand as you reach for her “—Yoongi’s always wanted kids. He’s always talking about this and that and I’m just there— preparing myself for the worst. I can’t even dream about it the way he does.”

You throw your arms around her in a tight hug when she begins to sob, uncaring that her mascara is probably smearing across your beige coat.

“Everything happens for a reason,” you try, struggling to find the right words, “and if things don’t go the way you want them to go then know that there will always be another way.”

She nods, pulling away from you slightly.

“But don’t overthink it, and remember that no matter what, you’ll always have a family. Me, Junho and Yoongi.”

Yuri gives you a teary smile, hiccupping as you swipe your thumbs under her eyes.

“And don’t forget that Yoongi needs to have some tests done on him too,” you remind, joining in her giggles.

“That’s what the gynae said,” she laughs, voice nasally but much more stable than earlier, “hey—” she turns to you, rubbing down your back “—thank you.”

You smile, “you know I’ll always be here for you.”

She rubs at her face furiously when you hear Yoongi and Junho coming down the stairs. Junho reveals himself, him and Yoongi sporting similar hairstyles.

“Mamma,” Junho beams, tilting his head from side to side, “do you like it?”

You narrow your eyes at him, fringe gelled back to reveal his forehead.

“I did his hair today,” Yoongi says proudly, smoothing a hand over Junho’s head. He looks up, smile falling when he takes note of Yuri’s expression.

“You look handsome, Smiley,” she giggles, bending to leave a kiss on Junho’s forehead. Yoongi taps the back of her hand with his, and they disappear into the lounge, leaving you to fix what you can with Junho’s hair.

“I’m not sure if your school would allow this hairstyle, Smiley,” you worry, lifting him up onto the counter and running your fingers through the sides, but he moves away.

“I saw other boys with this hairstyle! And they have it every day!”

“Okay, okay,” you sigh, moving backward so he can hop off the counter. “Oats or Choco puffs?”

“Choco puffs!”

You’re busy fixing Junho his cereal when Yoongi and Yuri return, both wearing sheepish smiles. You finish your breakfast in silence, waiting for Yoongi to finish his coffee before you all leave, dropping Junho off at school then on your way to work. You decided to take your car today, since it’s been a while.

Yoongi sits in the passenger seat, eyes out the window, not a squeak from him. But that’s normal. You should be worried if it were the opposite.

“Yuri told you.” He says after a while, turning down the volume on the radio.

You glance at him, examining his expression since you don’t know if that was a question or a statement.

“Uhh…yeah. She did.”

“And?”

“And…I think you guys shouldn’t worry too much.”

You see him nod in your periphery, “yeah.”

“But Yoongi—”

“Hm?” He turns to you, chewing on his bottom lip.

“You need to make sure that Yuri knows, no matter what happens you’ll still be by her side.”

“Of course.”

“No.” You turn to him, “you need to keep telling her that. She needs to know that whatever the outcome is, you won’t give up. She overthinks.”

He exhales a deep sigh, rubbing at his chin, “I know. I don’t know whether I should bring up adoption or…”

“Yoongi. Just go through with the tests and then you can think about all of that.”

He nods again, this time more exaggerated, as if trying to stop himself from thinking about that now.

“And you know you need to get yourself checked up too.”

“I know,” he snorts, “I keep telling her that but she’s just so…just always thinking about the worst.”

“I can relate to that.”

He laughs, shoulders shaking with the action.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

Your eyebrows furrow, “okay.”

You come to a stop in the parking lot, fixing your appearance in the review mirror.

“I’m just thinking about that time when you were pregnant for Junho.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, “fun times.”

“Do you remember that time when Junho first kicked in your belly,” he giggles, stepping out of the car while you do the same, “and you had like this whole mental breakdown, and I had to take you to the hospital because you thought you were in labor?”

“Shut up,” you grimace, following him through the glass doors, “let’s not forget about that time you fainted when I actually was in labor. Or that time you were freaking out because you thought my stomach was about to burst because the veins were really showing towards the end!”

He ignores you, but you can see his cheeks puff up as you walk behind him.

“Or, or—” you tease, tailing him inside the elevator “—what about that time you accidentally drank my—”

“NO!”

You plan on taking advantage of the good mood you’re in before you see Kim Namjoon later today, knowing that you leave his office equal parts scared, sad and annoyed. So, you decided to spoil yourself a bit today. Junho is thrown in. Donuts during your lunch break. The nearest Krispy Kreme is only a five-minute drive away from work, so you’d make it in time to eat at home with Junho and Yuri, and then return to work.

You’re standing against your car, accustomed to all the stares you receive since it’s not everyday you see a kid getting picked up from school in a Lamborghini Urus. Also, the yellow is quite eye-catching.

Perking up when you see Junho, you wave him over, keys rattling in your hand. The smile you’re wearing gets wiped off when you see Kim Namjoon standing next to the school gate, tipping his head in your direction.

“Mamma!”

“Smiley!”

You scoop Junho up in your arms, unhooking his backpack from around his shoulders.

“How was your day?”

“It was okay,” he chirps, strapping himself in the backseat while you’re tossing his bag into the trunk.

Switching on the engine, you drive onto the school road and make a U-turn out. Keeping an eye out for any pedestrians.

“And did you eat all your lunch?”

“Yep.”

“Good boy,” you grin, watching his reaction in the review mirror, “before I drop you home we’ll go to Krispy Kreme!”

He cheers, tiny fists jerking into the air, “yesss. I wanted donuts so bad.”

“You did? Well, today you can have all you want.”

“Ugh,” he groans, lips in a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to hug you but I can’t take off my seatbelt.”

You giggle, heart warming at his cute reaction, “it’s okay. You can give me all the hugs and kisses later when we jump off.”

“Okay,” he titters, dimples reappearing, “I can’t wait!”

There isn’t much traffic today, so you make it five minutes earlier than you planned, but when you scan the area where the Krispy Kreme used to be – it’s empty.

You mouth hangs open, “what…?”

Junho sits up, following your line of sight, “what happened mamma?”

“I think this Krispy Kreme closed down,” you huff, parking alongside the now deserted building.

“Closed down? Noooo,” he cries out, head thrown back theatrically.

“It’s okay,” you’re quick to say, pulling out your phone from your handbag that rests in the passenger seat, “I’m sure there’s another branch somewhere near.”

And you do find one, only it’s almost twenty minutes away from here. Inside a mall. And you can’t go back on your promise, since you already got Junho so excited for donuts today. You’d just have to skip lunch tomorrow to make up for your extended lunch time today.

Back on the road, thankful that traffic is light, you reach the mall in under fifteen minutes. Junho is all too pleased, thoroughly enjoying the small adventure you’re taking him on today since you hardly do stuff like this on a school day. Slotting your hand in his, you weave through the crowds inside the mall. You’ve only been here once before, and you’re wondering why, since this mall has better clothing stores than the one you frequent, which is further north.

“There mamma! Krispy!”

“Man,” you chuckle, waltzing over to the café, green lights flashing around the sign, “you’re sharper than me, Smiley.”

You don’t really pay much attention to the menu, since original glazed is your favorite. As you’re waiting for Junho to choose his donuts, a coffee shop just across catches your attention. And you would’ve scanned for a minute like you’re doing with all the stores, but two people sat near the window has you squinting.

Then you feel your heart stammer in your chest.

It can’t be.

No. It’s him. No one sits like him. No one smiles like him. No one dresses as good as he does.

Taehyung. And across him sits a petite woman. Lips pulled over her teeth as she laughs and sways and reaches across the table to smack his arm.

“Mamma can I have the Milky bar one and the Oreo one and the chocolate one with nuts?”

You tilt your head in Junho’s direction, nodding.

“Okay,” you approach the front counter, greeted by one of the staff ready to take your order, “and we’ll get a dozen original to share with Yuri and Yoongi.”

He nods, fitting his fingers together excitedly, watching from the other side of the glass as each donut gets fitted neatly inside the large box. And a smaller one for him. Your eyes wander to the coffee shop again, watching with a racing heart as they continue to chat animatedly, the smile on his face not leaving for a second.

Taehyung hasn’t answered your calls or texts all weekend. And you’re never the type to send over fifty messages. A string of texts asking him to respond. Apologizing and explaining the situation to him. All you could think about is what he might’ve heard you and Jungkook say. If he had taken your words out of context. Him being mad at you for not telling him about Seojoon is justified, and you wonder if he thinks you hold him at an unimportant level if Jungkook knew and he didn’t.

But here he is today. With another woman, his phone sitting on the table. Right there. He could answer your texts. A single word so you know where you stand with him, none of that. Instead you got some clarification out of pure coincidence. Taking a detour and seeing him here, a place you’ve never visited in years.

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Thank you,” you retrieve the boxes from over the counter, grabbing Junho’s hand again and marching toward the exit. Which forces you to pass the coffee shop, using the opportunity to get a good look at the woman’s face. And then you recognize her, your heart pounding in your chest.

Deiji.

Just his best friend.

As you’re passing the window, his head turns in your direction, and you swear you make eye contact for a second. But you’re already going down the escalator so you can’t be sure. Once you’re in the car, handing Junho his box of donuts – your own appetite lost – you hear your phone ringing.

‘Taehyung💏’

With trembling hands you hold the phone up, waiting for the ringing to stop but it doesn’t – so you decide to answer.

Keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

“Hey ___.”

“Hello.”

“Did I just see you right now? At Venture Mall?”

The laugh in his voice bugs you, as if you didn’t spend these past two days worrying about your relationship.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say hi?”

You roll your eyes, fiddling with the AC, “you seemed a little busy.”

His deep, baritone chuckle filters through the speaker, memories flooding your mind.

“You should’ve came over, that was Deiji. You met Deiji. She’s my—”

“Best friend,” you huff, leaning back in your seat, “I know.”

“I was gonna say business associate, but that works too,” he leaves a short chuckle, the line going dead. “We were discussing the charity event.”

You jaw ticks, “why were you ignoring my calls? I sent you almost sixty texts and you didn’t respond to those either.”

He sighs. Chatter from the background reaching your ears. Deiji is probably listening to your whole conversation. That thought has your anger spiking.

“Can we talk?”

“Talk about what?”

“Us,” he states plainly, “later today?”

“I have a meeting with Junho’s counsellor.”

“I would say tomorrow or Wednesday but I won’t have time. Thursday?”

“I’m busy Thursday,” you respond curtly, not even bothering to add an excuse to yours since you should meet him when it’s convenient for you, not him. He’s the one who wants to talk when you could’ve talked yesterday and fixed things. “Friday.”

“Friday sounds good.”

“Bye.”

“See you.”

You end the call and push your phone inside your bag, hearing it chime. When you pull it out again, you see a message from him. One that has you doing the biggest eye roll ever. And maybe has you blushing a bit.

“Who was that?”

“Oh,” you snort, hand on the wheel as you spin around to check on Junho, chocolate sprinkles sticking to his lips, “Taehyung.”

“Are you angry with him?”

“What?” You chuckle, shaking your head to dismiss the idea, “I’m not angry with him.”

He licks his lips, doe eyes going big, “but you were talking in your angry voice.”

Your brows pinch together, “my angry voice?”

“Yes,” he pouts, taking another bite of his donut, “when you’re angry with me or dad you have a very angry voice.”

“I’m not angry, Junho. I promise. Here—” you hand him a tissue, seeing that his gelled strands of hair had collapsed onto his forehead “—keep the other two donuts for later.”

“Okay.”

After a whole weekend of fretting, you’re finally going to speak to Taehyung and clear things up with him. Maybe you won’t have to clear things up with him, if he even bothered to read your messages. He needs to explain why he was ignoring you, perhaps you know the reason why, but you just need to hear him say it. To dispel your own suspicions. And find out if he saw anything…with you and Jungkook.

You’ve only been inside the mall for half an hour and traffic piled up like this?! Yoongi’s going to kill you for being late. But he’s in a chill mood today, so he could go easy on you. Plus, it’s not your fault that the Krispy Kreme near home shut down. He’d forgive you for Junho.

“Mamma,” Junho whines, rubbing at his eyes, “I’m tired.”

“We’re almost home, baby. Hey, no sleeping now. You’ll spoil your sleep for later!”

He blinks twice, round eyes struggling to stay open. You giggle, he’s so cute. How could you keep him awake?

An idea pops in your head.

The turnoff isn’t too far from here, if you make it in time, you could take the shortcut to Yoongi’s house.

“Hey Smiley,” you sing song, seeing the turnoff to your left, “hold on tight.”

Checking if he’s awake, you take a sharp turn to your left, pressing on the accelerator as you speed down the empty road, pulling down your visor when the sun hits your eyes. Junho claps his hands and giggles in his seat, asking you to go faster and obviously you agree, but you keep the same safe speed, loving his reactions each time you take a turn, and the tires roll in the dirt. Your heart thunders in your chest, seeing how thrilled he is even though you’re not driving that fast.

“Like Fast and Furious!”

But the fun must come to an end, seeing the red-light blink as you approach the main road.

“Whew,” you sigh, cheeks aching with your smiles, “how was that?”

“AWESOME!” He beams, cheeks glowing pink, before his attention is drawn to another car, “Sora!”

Perplexed, you spin around to ask Junho what he’s talking about when you see him stare out the window towards the back of the building that’s adjacent to where your car is idling now.

Sora’s car, it’s definitely hers. Her license plate. And no one else in town that you know of has a hot pink Lamborghini.

Shit.

From this angle, your bright yellow Lamborghini could be spotted. You roll onto the driveway down behind a factory building, parking behind a row of cars so you can see what she’s up to.

“Mamma. What are you doing?”

“Shush. I’m just…checking if that’s really Sora.”

“It is her,” he shouts, head swivelling around to stare at the car again, “look at the bumper!”

Narrowing your eyes, you think you see her head in the car, but then it just looks like a shadow. You strain your neck to look past the cars obstructing your view, mouth hanging open when you see a black SUV parked next to her car behind a tall stack of boxes.

A shiver runs down your spine. It’s been a while since you’ve seen one of those. What is she doing here?

Junho unclicks his seatbelt, kneeling on the seat to peek over. You grab his arm and yank him down, alarmed.

“What are you doing?!”

“I was just looking,” he grumbles, folding his arms and slumping in the leather seats, “can we go now?”

“One se—”

You see her step out of the SUV, watching as a man comes around the back, standing in front of her with his head tilted. He’s much taller than her, donning a full black outfit with dark bands wrapped around his hands. That’s all you can make out from afar. But what he does next shocks you – stunned as you watch them kiss.

Thank God Junho isn’t looking.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, swaying with him as they make out before he lets her go. He opens the car door for her, giving her ass a spank as she bends to step inside the car. They talk for a bit, her window rolled down, before they kiss again.

Panicking when you see her car lights flicker on, only now realizing that sky has turned a pale blue, you reverse onto the driveway behind you, waiting for her to leave. Then the SUV, both driving in opposite directions. And then you’re free to go home.

Wondering how in the hell you managed to see that. Here. Today.

All you wanted was some donuts.

Foot tapping on the carpet incessantly, you pull back your sleeve to look at your watch, lifting your head to find Namjoon watching you intently, dimpled smile appearing before he scribbles in his notebook. Probably jotting down that Jungkook is late. Again. Just as you’re about to reach for your phone to call him, in case he had forgotten, the door swings open, nearly falling off its hinges as Jungkook steps in.

A smile tugs at your lips, watching him approach the couch where you’re sat goofily.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, holding up his palms as he sits down, turning to you, “hey. What did I miss?”

You giggle, “nothing at all. We were waiting for you.”

His eyebrow piercing jumps, “oh, okay.”

Namjoon clears his throat, “great. Now that you’re both here—” he rises from his seat, pulling out that same folder he presented to you the last time and placing it on the table in front of you, the file much thicker now “—let’s start with the basics.”

Jungkook reaches for the file, but you swat his hand away. He draws back with a whine, lips sticking out in a pout which has you biting back a smile, since Namjoon’s attentive gaze doesn’t leave you for a second.

“The basics,” you clear your throat, hands folded in your lap, “Junho seems to be adapting to moving from my apartment to Jungkook’s home.”

Namjoon twirls his silver pen in his fingers, chair swivelling from side to side, “but you’re living at your friend’s house now? Correct?”

You swallow, nodding.

“Since your apartment is dangerous?”

You shake your head, but Jungkook nods. Namjoon looking between the two of you with his eyebrows furrowed. And he scribbles in his notebook again, your palms a little sweaty.

“Tell me about that. Why exactly are you living with your friend?”

In your periphery, you see Jungkook turn to you, arm propped on the backrest of the couch. You’re hopping around the truth, not knowing what Namjoon will make of the whole situation since he knows that Seojoon used to take care of Junho for almost a year whenever you had other things to attend to.

“Her neighbor, Seojoon, is a fuck— sorry – he’s a real—” Jungkook’s jaw rolls “—creep.”

“Seojoon?” Namjoon questions, “Seojoon, your neighbor. The man who used to look after Junho after school while you were at work?”

You purse your lips, heat rising on the back of your neck, “yes.”

The chair squeaks as he leans back, pushing his glasses up, “so why is he a…’creep’?”

Heartrate speeding up, you manage to find the correct words but Jungkook speaks before you, his voice laced with rage.

“He tried to take advantage of ___.”

Namjoon’s stare burns into your face, his eyes widening a bit, “how did that happen? ___, not Jungkook.”

Jungkook huffs and as if sensing your struggle, his fingers brush the space between your shoulder blades, the action soothing to your nerves.

“We haven’t talked for a while,” you begin, wringing out your hands, “and he came over and asked if we could have some drinks since we haven’t hung out in a long time. So I said okay, because I felt bad. He drank, I didn’t…and then things just…”

“So you allowed him inside your home?”

Your jaw falls open, voice strained,“I had no idea what his intention was!”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “are you really going to blame ___? Didn’t expect that from you, Kim.”

Namjoon holds up his hands placatingly, “I’m not blaming ___, I’m just trying to make sense of the situation. But it’s alright, I understand that discussing this is difficult for ___, so we’ll move on for her comfort.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, you lean back in the couch.

Jungkook pats your shoulder, “you okay?”

“’M fine.”

Namjoon’s head dips into his notebook again, scribbling, “I understand your situation, but do you know what this would like in Junho’s mind? Moving from one place to the next, telling him his home is now dangerous.”

“I know,” you sigh, fitting your wine-colored nails into each other, “I shouldn’t have told him that.”

Namjoon hums, the sound of his scribbles filling the room before he drops his pen, slotting his fingers together as he rests his arms on his desk.

“Did you inform Jungkook about the paintings?”

“I did.”

He points to the file sitting between you, “there’s more.”

Lifting the file carefully, you hold it close to Jungkook, prompting him to move closer to you. His scent floods your senses, you ignore the flutters in your belly and open the file, every other feeling replaced with horror.

It’s much worse than the last one you saw, but still the same concept. Man with markings on one arm, holding up a weapon, figures on the floor with ‘X X’ for eyes. Jungkook sits stock still neck to you, eyes widening as you flip through the file.

“I took out the other ones, so you know that he’s started to paint like this more frequently. Any explanation, Jungkook?”

Jungkook sets the file down, disbelief written across his features, “I…I have no idea.”

“I think we all know who the man in the paintings is.”

Jungkook’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, earrings shaking with his head, “me.”

Namjoon tips his head down in assent, index fingers pressed together as he points to Jungkook.

“You. Now we know what you’ve been teaching him to paint and it’s not this—” Namjoon stands up from his seat to pick up the file again, keeping in safely in his shelf then returning to his seat “—so where is he getting all these ideas from? Is it movies? YouTube?”

Jungkook throws you a cursory look, “no, we’ve checked his history over the weekend. Nothing except toy unboxing videos and car gameplays. He’s only watched movies with us. Nothing violent.”

“What about you, Jungkook? If I’m correct, he’s with you ninety percent of the time and these paintings started recently. Maybe he’s seeing dad deal with some bad guys at work.”

Jungkook scoffs, “bad guys at work? I run a textile company. What bad guys could there be? The silk thief?”

You sit quietly, hoping Jungkook doesn’t lose his temper like the last time.

Namjoon opens his mouth to speak but Jungkook cuts him off, voice firm but a bit agitated.

“Besides, Junho is never around when I’m busy with work and I don’t bring work home,” he shrugs, satisfied with himself as he crosses his ankle over his knee.

Namjoon flips through a few pages, holding his pen up, “Jungkook, you have a fiancée, is that right?”

“Yes,” Jungkook replies tersely, “what about her?”

“What is her relationship with Junho like?”

You face Jungkook, waiting for his answer as keenly as Namjoon. He scratches behind his ear, giving a one shoulder shrug.

“Normal. Junho loves having her around.”

“Mhm,” Namjoon notes, “and what about her?”

“She loves having him around too.”

Namjoon hums, filling up his page, “and is she the one taking care of him if you were to, say, leave for a quick errand?”

“I guess—“ Jungkook’s eyebrows lift, shoulders raised to his ears “—what does Sora have to do with any of this?”

“Well, she’s around Junho as much as you and she’s going to be Junho’s stepmother,” Namjoon says pragmatically, jerking his shiny pen in Jungkook’s direction, “in fact, we should’ve invited her to this meeting as well, since she might know where his inspiration for the paintings is coming from.”

Jungkook’s lips curl over his teeth as he leans forward, an aggressive finger raised in Namjoon’s direction.

“She has nothing to do with his paintings, I never leave Junho alone with her.”

Namjoon’s brows shoot up, “why is that? Do you not trust her around your child?”

“No,” Jungkook grits, “I trust her with Junho.”

“Then why would you never leave Junho alone with her?”

“Because I…like being with them.”

“And if you ever get busy and are forced to leave Junho with her?”

“Then I take Junho with me.”

“Oh…like on…business?”

“No, if I need to buy more toilet roll or dish soap.”

Your head snaps between them like a tennis match, intervening without thinking.

“But what if…she’s watching a violent movie with Junho? And he’s seeing all this?”

Jungkook turns to you, beyond annoyed, “I said I’m with them all the time. She’ll never put a movie like that on with me around.”

“So,” Namjoon claims, nonchalant as he sits forward, “you’re saying if you weren’t around, she would?”

“No. What? For fuck’s sake. Sora won’t do something like that, okay? I trust her with my life and I trust her with my child.”

“But I’m just wondering why you said you would never leave Junho alone with her,” Namjoon ponders, you nod in agreement, “if she’s going to be your wife and Junho’s stepmother, there would come a time where you would need to.”

“Just forget I said that, okay?” Jungkook exasperates, pinching the bridge of his nose, “fuck.”

“Then where could Junho be seeing this shit, Jungkook? If he’s not with you, he’s with me or Yuri and Yuri wouldn’t do something like that. Are you sure you can trust Sora?”

“What?” He spits, growing defensive, “what do you mean ‘am I sure I can trust Sora’? Why don’t you talk about that sugar daddy of yours?”

“He’s not my sugar daddy,” you bark, turning to Namjoon, chuckling nervously, “he’s not my sugar daddy.”

“You’re so quick to push the blame on Sora since she’s with me all the time, why don’t you talk about your…whatever he is to you, hm?”

Both Jungkook and Namjoon are looking at you now, Namjoon’s silence a little unnerving.

“I can count how many times he’s been with Junho on one hand,” you mutter, resting your elbow on the armrest of the couch, “and we’ve only ever met when Junho was asleep or when we all went out.”

“It seems like ___’s relationship with this man isn’t as serious as yours with your fiancée,” Namjoon puts forth, that small statement making your heart sink a bit, “so you have to understand why we’re suspicious of her.”

“Suspicious of her?” Jungkook tsks, perched at the edge of the seat, “there’s no need to be suspicious of her.”

“Isn’t there?” You ask, lowering your voice despite knowing that Namjoon can still hear, “I caught you two at Junho’s birthday party, and I heard what she said. About spending money on Junho. It didn’t seem like she was happy.”

“What is it you have against Sora, hm? Is it like a personal…vendetta against her or something? Are you jealous of her?”

You exhale a bitter chuckle, “why would I be jealous of her?”

“That’s what it seems like.”

“If we’re talking about Sora okay then, why don’t we talk about the fact that you didn’t bat an eye when Sora almost got harassed—” you turn to Namjoon who gasps “—yes, harassed in the club? You acted as if it was nothing. Talked so much shit about her and then continued to act all lovey dovey within the next few days. And stop lying. She doesn’t like Junho, I see right through her! That’s why she was so sulky during his party!”

“Ah,” Jungkook sniggers, “so that’s the issue then? Couples fight all the time. You should know that by now, if you’re mad because you want to be in her place then just say that.”

“I don’t want to be in her place!”

He prods at his cheek with his tongue, relaxed expression annoying the shit out of you while your head feels like it might explode, sweat beading across your forehead.

“Whatever you say,” he snorts, wiping the side of his Prada boots.

“She’s cheating on you!”

His fingers halt, snapping up to look at you, “what?”

“She’s cheating on you,” you repeat, panting through your words, “I saw her today, on Greenwich Road.”

He shuts his eyes, “wait what? Greenwich road? What were you doing on Greenwich Road?”

“I wanted Krispy Kreme donuts, but the one here is closed permanently. So I found one in Venture Mall and me and Junho went there and when we on our way back the traffic was bad so I decided to take Junho for a little spin and then I saw her car there and thought she was in some kind of trouble since there was a black SUV there but then I…then I saw her…with someone else—” you inhale a deep breath, chest undulating.

He blinks twice, elbow twisted as he props his hand on his leg.

“Black SUV?”

“Yes, like the one that was stalking me.”

Jungkook nods, a calculating look behind his eyes, “and did you recognize the other person?”

“No. I don’t think so. But the SUV was similar.”

Namjoon clears his throat, lips parted as he eyes the two of you. You sit up straight, reaching for the bottled water kept on the table and gulping it down. Mutedly, he closes his notebook and rises from his chair, nodding to himself.

“That’s all for today.”

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“Did I do the right thing?”

“If someone’s cheating on me, I would want to know,” Yuri comforts, sliding a hand around your waist as you sit down next to her on the carpet, “you did the right thing.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, hugging your knees to your chest, “I feel like I could’ve handled it better but ARGH he just gets on my nerves, you know?”

Yuri chuckles warmly, nudging you with her shoulder, “I know.” She peers over her shoulder, watching Yoongi and Junho who are busy in the kitchen. “I think Yoongi was on the phone with him just now.”

You look over your shoulder too, as if Yoongi is still talking to Jungkook on the phone.

“Did you hear what he said?”

She shakes her head, “nope. But Yoongi looked worried. Want me to go ask him?”

“No,” you mumble, resting your head on her shoulder, “he’ll probably tell us later.”

Sat under a quilt with Yuri, you tuck your legs under your bum, reflecting on all that happened today. How weird it was for you too see Taehyung in the mall with Deiji, then Sora. And then your session with Namjoon that feels pointless. You still don’t know why Junho is painting those images, at this point you might as well just ask Junho. But you don’t want to scare him. Since he’s already afraid that he’s in some big trouble after your meeting with Namjoon.

At least you have something to look forward to at the end of the week. Meeting with Taehyung to sort things out, and maybe figure out what’s Deiji’s deal since she’s always so touch with him. He’ll say she’s his best friend, but she might have other motives, that’s always the case.

The doorbell rings and Yuri springs up to answer, but Yoongi holds up a hand, shuffling over to the door.

“I’ll get it.”

“Dad!”

“Hey big boy!”

You perk up, leaping to your feet when you see Jungkook standing at the door, cuddling Junho to his chest as Bam circles his figure.

“What’s he doing here?” Yuri asks with a giggle, reaching down to scratch behind Bam’s ears, falling on her butt when he tries to give her a slobbery kiss.

“Hyung, help me with my bags please.”

Bags?

Despite the biting cold that creeps in through the front door, you see three suitcases being dragged up the staircase by Jungkook and Yoongi, questions sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“What’s all this?” Yuri enquires, hands on her hips, “Jungkookie is moving in too?”

Yoongi shrugs, handing you a smaller suitcase as he shuts the door behind him.

“I’m sure you all know by now,” Jungkook announces, Junho glued to his side.

Yuri raises a brow, “know what?”

Jungkook’s gaze connects with yours, smirk pulling at his lips. You look away, setting his bag behind the bookshelf in the lounge.

“Me and Sora are over,” he affirms, voice plain and emotionless, “and she kicked me out.”

“She kicked you out?” Yuri questions with a screech, “how can she kick you out of your house?”

A knot in your chest you didn’t know you had seemed to loosen. Sad for him but also wondering if this is a blessing in disguise. Since you’re not sure how you felt about Sora as Junho’s stepmother, even though you didn’t have a say.

“The house was under her name,” Jungkook trails off, turning to Junho who pouts.

“But…but your house. I can’t go there anymore?”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook comforts, pinching Junho’s cheek, “I have a better house far away from here, by the beach!”

“By the beach?!”

“Mhm.”

Yuri turns around, grabbing your attention by hitting her hip against yours as she whispers, “what do you think of that?”

A rhetorical question, but still you find yourself searching for an answer. You don’t know what you think of that. Sora kicking Jungkook out of their home. Him staying here while you’re staying here too.

“Hey,” you shout, sashaying to the kitchen, “where is Jungkook gonna sleep if I’m in the guest room?”

“Dad can sleep with me in the spare room!”

Jungkook high-fives Junho, “that sounds like a fantastic idea!”

Junho bounces around, letting Bam chase him around the lounge.

“Today is the best day ever!”

“Aw,” Yuri coos, admiring Junho from afar, “he’s so sweet. Kook, you see? He said it’s the best day ever because you’re staying over.”

Jungkook’s lips spread into the widest bunny grin you’ve ever seen, vascular arms folded as he watches Junho mess around with Bam, “it’s the best day ever for me too.”

Yoongi snorts, speaking over the crackling on the stove, “you no longer have a fiancée and it’s the best day ever? I would be on my knees if that happened to me.”

Jungkook creeps up behind Yoongi, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. They both burst out with laughter, while you watch from the other side, arms resting on the windowpane that connects the kitchen to the lounge.

He brushes your shoulder as he passes you, eyes half-lidded, “what?”

Your face twists up, “what? I didn’t say that anything.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

He leans over the frame, warm breath hitting your cheek, “like I owe you something.”

“Maybe it’s because you do.”

His voice lowers, nose nearly brushing yours, “and what do I owe you?”

“Oh my God, would you two kiss and get it over with? I’m dying over here,” Yoongi groans, cutting up some kimchi.

You snap away from Jungkook, seeing him shove Yoongi before he shakes his head, throwing you a suggestive look as he taps the top of the doorframe.

“Gonna shower,” he informs, leaving you as confused as ever.

Junho helps you set the table as you prepare for dinner, the fragrant spices lingering in the air to have your tummy growling. Even louder as Yoongi sets the kimchi jiggae on the table, along with all the side dishes.

“Wow, Yoongi. You really made all this in under two hours?”

He fights his smile, handing Junho a smaller plate. Yuri grabs his hand, swinging their arms back and forth as they walk around the table. You watch them fondly, glad that Yuri is feeling a little better compared to this morning.

“Thank you for the tasty food, hyung!”

Yoongi pats Junho’s head, “thank you for helping me.”

“Mmm what’s that smell?”

Jungkook emerges from the hallway, rubbing a small white towel into his wet hair before throwing the towel over his shoulder, bending over the table to scan the food. He’s wearing a light grey shirt, the fabric clinging to all the wet spots of his body, a darker grey in those areas, if you look closely…you can see his nipples poking through. Tendrils of hair dripping wet, half tucked behind his ear prettily and—

You feel a hand under your chin, pushing it up to close your mouth.

Yuri leans over, whispering, “you were drooling.”

Cheeks burning, you pick your chopsticks and return to your food, not reacting as Jungkook pulls out the seat next to you, his fresh scent burning your nostrils and possibly, tugging at the wrong nerve in your brain to make you go crazy.

Junho starts to cough, his face burning a bright red. Mildly panicked, you reach for the jug of water, startled when you feel Jungkook’s hand hit yours since he reached for the jug too, pouring into Junho’s glass and rubbing down his back.

“Eat slowly, Smiley.”

You don’t know why, but you find yourself looking at Yoongi – he’s looking at you too, watching the interaction just as intently. Junho exhales one last cough, taking another sip of the water then setting the cup down with sticky hands.

“You’re telling him to eat slowly,” Yoongi guffaws, shaking his head lightly, “when you’re none the better! He’s just like you!”

Jungkook gasps, “I don’t eat fast!”

“Yes you do,” Yoongi snorts, adding some rice into a smaller bowl, “like your food is running away.”

“Says the person hoarding all the rice. Bring it here!” Jungkook’s satoori comes out, waving his hand dramatically.

“There!”

“Thank you!”

“Welcome!”

Junho can’t stop laughing, and they’re entertaining his giggles. You and Yuri exchange a look. This is the noisiest the house has been, and you’re not mad. A warm feeling settling in your stomach, not Yoongi’s food, but something else.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you remark, hinting at Yoongi who’s slurping up the rest of his stew.

He sets down his bowl, fist propped under his cheek, “I’m just happy we’re all together.”

You feel your heart thud in your chest. Spoon stopping mid-air as you take in what he just said, you throat constricts, eyes prickling with tears.

The boys continue with their antics while you and Yuri clean up, hearing Yoongi ask if he must take out the bikes which has her yelling out ‘NO,’ a disbelieving look on her face.

“I don’t know if Yoongi in this mood is a good thing,” you snort, handing her one of the dry plates, “look at him.”

She chortles, “I like seeing him happy, but taking out the bikes this late? Now he’s pushing it.”

Jungkook falls to the ground lifeless as Junho points his finger-guns at him, laying motionless for a few seconds then grabbing Junho once he gets close, Bam pawing at his back.

“He’s good with Smiley.”

“Hm?”

Yuri smirks, jerking her head in the direction of the lounge, “Jungkook, he’s good with Smiley.”

“Oh,” you mumble, wiping down the last bowl, “yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” She scoffs, fist pressed to her hip, “he will wipe the corner of Smiley’s mouth and you look like your ovaries are about to explode.”

Despite your laughter, you hit her shoulder lightly, rinsing out the cloth and leaving it to hang over the edge of the sink.

“I wasn’t.”

“Don’t deny it,” she prods, throwing her head back as she finishes the last bit of her juice, “hey, don’t you think it’s weird?”

“What’s weird?”

She points at Jungkook with her eyes, “that he’s behaving like this when he just broke up with his fiancée.”

You sigh, “I do think it’s weird. But at this point, I’m used to him acting weird.”

Yuri pokes your shoulder, “you should ask him about it.”

“What?” You roll your eyes, “you really think he’ll tell me the truth.”

She shrugs, lips in an exaggerated frown, “maybe.”

Turning off the kitchen light, you enter the lounge to find Junho on Jungkook’s back, refusing to let go as Jungkook swings him around. Yoongi lays on the carpet with his arm thrown over his eyes. How can he sleep through this noise?

“Alright,” you yell, clapping twice to grab their attention, “time for bed, come on.”

“Ahhh,” Junho pouts, hopping off his father’s back, “five more minutes, please?”

“No, Junho, it’s already past your bedtime and you’ve got school tomorrow.”

“See! That’s the angry voice you’re doing!”

“Smiley,” you sigh tiredly, running a hand through your hair, “what angry voice?”

“I know what angry voice you’re talking about,” Jungkook grins, lifting Junho from the floor again, “goodnight hyung.”

Yoongi mumbles something none of you catch, Yuri already on her way to their room, rubbing at her eyes wearily.

“Goodnight, you guys. Night Smiley!”

“Goodnight,” Junho yawns, short arms wrapped around his father’s neck. You’re walking behind them up the stairs, seeing Jungkook’s thigh muscles flex with each step he takes up, inciting a new wave of emotions.

Pressing a kiss to Junho’s head, you wave them goodnight as you pad across the tile to the guest room.

“Mamma, wait! Who’s gonna make me sleep?”

“Dad is sleeping by you tonight.”

His big eyes gleam in the dull, passageway light, “can Mamma come sleep by us too?”

Jungkook’s lips are in a thin line, cheek pressed to Junho’s as he keeps his gaze on the floor.

“Please?”

“Fine,” you say defeatedly, “but only until you fall asleep!”

“Yay!”

The bed is big enough to fit the three of you, but you find yourself scooting over to the middle, closer to Junho. Jungkook does the same, both hunched over Junho’s sleeping figure. He’s facing Jungkook, while your fingers rake through his hair, arm folded under your head.

“He sleep—”

“Shush!”

“Oh,” Jungkook whispers, half of his face illuminated by the yellow lamp, “he sleeps fast.”

“Yeah, like you.”

“I don’t sleep fast!”

“Yes you do,” you whisper-shout, eyes on Junho and not Jungkook who’s only five centimeters away from your face, “one minute you’ll be talking and the next you’re KO.”

“That’s not me. That’s you.”

“You’re really gonna argue right now?”

“I’ll argue with you whenever I want to.”

Your gaze flits up, seeing a playful glint in his doe eyes. Rolling your eyes, you move closer to Junho and curl your head over him so you won’t have to see Jungkook’s goofy smile every time you crack your eyes open, but he follows you again, which has the top of your heads touching.

Abruptly, you move away again, returning to your initial position, feeling the bed shift under you. And when you open your eyes, his beady orbs are on you, long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks. Refocusing on Junho and ignoring the stupid backflip your stomach does, you tuck his hair behind his ear, feeling his warm cheeks under your palm, lulling him to a deeper sleep.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

He clears his throat, mouth sounds so loud as he whispers, “when you were pregnant for Junho did you want a girl or a boy?”

You look up at him, shaking your head, “all I wanted was a healthy baby. I didn’t care about any of that.”

His lips quirk to the side, “really? So you’ve never thought about it while you were pregnant?”

Gazing up to the ceiling, you do remember when that could’ve changed for you, but your main concern was a healthy baby.

“This one time,” you begin, reflexively shifting closer to Junho as Jungkook readjusts his position on the bed, fluffing up his pillow, “when I went to the clinic, there was this old lady that was sitting next to me. And for nearly an hour we were waiting in line together. She kept looking at me, I thought she was kinda creepy, until she spoke.”

“What did she say?”

“She asked if I know whether I’m having a boy or a girl,” you smile at the memory, wetting your lips, “I said no. And she woke up and gave me another long look and said ‘you’re having a boy.’ I was like ‘wait how do you know?’ It was her turn next and I thought she will leave forever like this magical witch in the woods or something.”

Jungkook laughs, listening with rapt attention, “did she tell you?”

“It’s probably just a thing old people say but she told me that when a woman is pregnant with a girl, the girl baby takes the mother’s beauty away as she’s growing in her belly. But when she’s pregnant with a boy, her beauty shines through.”

Jungkook grins, “was that her way of telling you you looked beautiful?”

You shrug, fighting the blush that spreads across your cheeks, “I don’t know. But I obviously didn’t believe her. Still, it kinda made me think about a boy baby after that you know? Only for a while.”

He looks down at Junho, arm wrapping around his torso, “but she was right.”

“Yeah,” you grin, heart clenching in your chest.

“He’s so warm all the time,” Jungkook coos, gritting his teeth with playful aggression, “I just wanna squeeze him sometimes.”

“Me too,” you laugh, “he won’t let me do this when he’s awake but sometimes when he’s sleeping I like to—” you dip your head to wrap your lips around a chunk of Junho’s cheek, giggling when you see him smile in his sleep.

“Wait, let me try.”

Jungkook bends slightly, taking Junho’s cheek between his teeth lightly, the same spot you bit. And Junho smiles again, having Jungkook erupt in a fit of cute aggression.

“He’s used to let me do that when he was a baby,” you lament, “but now I think he’s too shy.”

“He’s too big now. I wish I could’ve been there.”

Your gaze finds his, wanting to ask why he couldn’t have been there. Through your pregnancy and everything after…but you’re afraid it might ruin the tender moment. And he probably won’t give you an answer anyway.

A chunk of hair falls over his face, instinctively, you reach up to tuck his hair behind his ear, his smouldering eyes latching onto yours. It makes your heart race, a thrill running up the length of your spine. When you draw your hand away from his face, he catches it, lacing your fingers together and resting it on Junho’s curled legs lightly.

Without saying a word, wondering if he can hear how loud your heart is thumping in your chest, you dip your head and shut your eyes, body engulfed in a wave of goosebumps when you feel him rest his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

“Goodnight.”

His thumb caresses your knuckles, and you follow his action. Gnawing on your bottom lip to stop your tears. What’s this feeling? The feeling when you’re getting to know someone new, and things seem to slot into place? No. He’s not someone new. You’re remembering who he was, and he seems to be too.

“Goodnight.”

the end.

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You have a pre-birthday dinner with Yuri to take your mind off the hardships of life

Warnings: swearing, light drinking, mentions of kidnapping and family drama, significant plot point

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“You know I hate surprise parties, and my birthday isn’t until tomorrow so I don’t even know why we’re here.” You roll your eyes, suspicious of how Yuri has been stalling your ‘birthday meal’ for a very long time. “So if there’s a surprise party happening and you’re just trying to stall me… Tell me now.” Your brow quirks when you point your fork at her, curious.

“Nope. No surprise party! I just reallllly wanted to try these desserts I’ve heard so much about them from my friend.” She beams, tucking into a soufflé that the head chef advised would take ‘a while’ to cook, but she didn’t mind. And she’s eating it slowly. Super slowly, lazily enjoying every single mouthful for at least two minutes at a time.

Something’s up.

Things in your life have been hectic lately to say the least. The police and media outlets have been swarming you and your family for updates about your nephew Charlie and his whereabouts. You’ve barely slept, barely eaten and the walls of your brain have been so chaotic with destructive, intrusive thoughts towards the situation that you completely forgot tomorrow's your birthday until you arrived at work and Yuri insisted on taking you for a celebratory dinner this evening.

You’re sitting in an upscale Michelin star restaurant by the window, wearing an elegant little black dress and heels of the same colour, being sure to cover your face whenever the paparazzi catch sight of you. The food is gorgeous, the dimly lit decor exquisite, the atmosphere sophisticated and classy. It’s lovely and you’re having a nice evening for sure. Yuri looks outstanding as always in a burnt orange blazer pant suit as bright as her smile, it’s nice.

Everything has been so crazy with Charlie’s disappearance and the media and eating it up. As though you and your loved ones aren’t devastated by the news. Truthfully this the first outing you’ve had in a while, simply because of everything going on. Today was your second day back at the office, Jungkook was the one who convinced you that perhaps some normality and routine would do you and your mental health some good. And in a way he was right, in another way – not so much.

“Oh yeah? Who told you about the desserts being so good?” You grill her, pushing your negative thoughts deep enough to deal with another time. It’s painfully obvious your assistant is hiding something and she’s definitely taking her time for a good reason. You fear the worst, you’ve always hated surprise parties to your very core, and the fact your best friend Jimin wasn’t invited tonight only makes you all the more suspicious, giving that they both get along so well.

“Hoseok told me.” She grins, flashing you an animated wink, paired with a tongue click.

At this you inhale, brows high, eyes growing wide when you nod, “Ah yes, Romeo himself, guess I should’ve seen that coming.” You chuckle.

As fate would have it your assistant and Jungkook’s assistant really hit it off when they officially met a few weeks ago, and with yours and Kook’s lives being the centre of the news again, they’ve been spending a lot of time together dealing with the fallout. You don’t know if they’re dating dating, but you do know Yuri is very much interested in more than hooking up with him. His sharp jawline and model-like features are pretty much all she talks about these days.

“Seriously Y/N? You’re not going to finish your dessert?” Yuri gestures to the almost whole fruit tart sitting in the centre of your navy plate with her chin. “You barely touched your main either.”

“I’m not really hungry…” You sigh, “Sorry I just-, this is really nice. It’s just that I haven’t been out in a while... Not since, well you know.”

When Yuri catches sight of your deflated expression she reaches a hand atop the table, taking yours. “Hey, they’re going to find him. I promise. Ruth may be crazy but she’s still his mom, she wouldn’t hurt him. And the police are doing—”

“Doing everything they can to help, I know.” You feign a smile, it’s the same conversation you’ve had with everybody else lately. Including your fiancé who’s being saying those exact words over and over again like his own personal mantra.

Things with Jungkook haven’t been…great in recent weeks. Of course he’s still the most supportive, loving and kindest man you’ve ever known and he’s done his absolute best to make sure you’re okay. But your sex life is still non-existent. Some people could assume you wouldn’t want to be fucked senseless at a time like this, and they’re probably right, but a part of you craves his touch more than ever. Maybe to distract you from the hardships of life, or maybe to simply prove that you’re overthinking things and your relationship is fine.

Because in all honestly, it doesn’t feel fine.

Yuri offers an apologetic smile, knowing when to change the subject, “So… Have you seen much of Taehyung recently? You haven’t mentioned him in a while.”

“No not really.” You shrug nonchalantly, “He hasn’t been over lately and I guess I’ve been too busy to reach out to him. I’m sure he’s fine though, he always is.”

Another bullet point on the list of things that are worrying you: Taehyung. You can’t shake the feeling that he and Jungkook have fallen out, despite Kook insisting they haven’t whenever you ask. He hasn’t been over to your apartment, he hasn’t called, texted, nothing. And with him being your attorney and having eyes and ears in the celebrity gossip world you figure he’s well aware of the situation at hand. But still he’s chosen to stay away. For what reason you’re unsure, maybe he’s just busy, or perhaps you’re the one to blame since you haven’t contacted him yourself in a while.

“Hmm…” She hums in agreement, picking up her phone that’s vibrating on the table, face down. One look at her screen and her face changes, “Okay, we should go now if you’re done with your dessert.” Her grin is wide, and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“Could you be any more obvious? Who was that texting you—”

“Nobody!” She yells, half-drunk half-offended, “Y/N I’m serious there’s no surprise party so get that out your head right now. It was Hoseok, he wants to see me tonight. Are we okay to take separate cabs? Only cause he lives the other side of the city.”

You smile kindly at her, “Fine. But if I get ambushed when I get to my apartment by balloons, screams and hugs...you’re fired.”

“The only person waiting for you in your apartment is Jungkook,” Yuri snorts, pointing her finger at you, “He might make you scream though, since you’re a couple of sex obsessed freaks.”

You’re laughing but her words find a way to chip at your heart since at the moment that’s very much not the case, “Well I hope you have the best booty call of your life with Hobi tonight, Kook says he’s a great guy.”

“You know he dances in his spare time right? Gosh, those hips can move—”

You shove your fingers in your ears, squeezing your eyes shut, “Ahh! Okay I get it, la la la! I don’t want to know about Kook’s assistant’s hips thank you! Can we get the bill now?!”

Yuri is laughing loudly, chugging the rest of her red wine in one, “Funny thing is I’m not even sorry. Best dick I've ever had.”

As expected the paparazzi swarm you when you’re making way to your cab, asking outrageous questions about your sister and nephew. You’re so done with this shit, you never asked for this life and you hate the fact your privacy is invaded almost every time you step foot outside. You give the driver your address and sink into the back seat with a frustrated groan.

Yuri messages you as soon as she’s made it to Hoseok’s place, but you’re too busy reading a news article about Ruth and Charlie that you miss the notification. The taxi driver has to verbally tell you when you’ve arrived because your nose is buried deep into your cell phone, as it usually is these days. You know better than to get caught up in the media storm, but you can’t seem to help yourself. No matter how emotionally draining it is.

When you get into the complex your brows are pinched with curiosity, gaze landing on Taehyung sitting on a red velvet chair by the elevator. He's holding what appears to be some kind of outfit zipped up in an all-black hanging bag. And he looks…rough.

It’s maybe been two weeks? Since you last saw him, but you notice he’s unshaved for the first time, his brunette hair is longer and kisses his feline-eyes and he’s bouncing his leg anxiously when you approach him, heels clicking on the white marble floor.

“Tae? Are you okay?” You sink your head lower, trying to meet his eyes when they suddenly snap up to you, startled.

“Y/N… Hey.” He smiles, it’s soft and closed but it’s still a smile nonetheless. He’s wearing an emerald green suit with a cream shirt and dainty gold chain breaking up the solid forest colour, the first three buttons of his shirt undone exposing his tanned chest. “You look amazing, have you been out?”

You’re still frowning when your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth, “Uh, yeah. Dinner with Yuri.” You nod, looking him dead in the eye momentarily. “Are you okay…? What’s with the… Whatever that is.” You point to the large dry-cleaning bag with a manicured finger.

At this Taehyung stands, his frame towering over you despite your heels. He sighs, stare never faltering from yours when he wets his lips. “It’s your birthday present from me. Sorry if it’s too much but—”

“You didn’t have to get me anything Tae, besides it’s not til tomorrow.” You chuckle, flicking your hair over your shoulder when you cut him off. “Why don’t you come up? Can’t help but notice you haven’t showed your face in a while. I’m sure Jungkook would be happy to see you.” Your hand finds his shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly.

“Ah, I don’t know about that…” He averts his gaze to your hand on him, nervously chewing his lip. “To be honest with you I only came to give you this. I should really get going now.”

“You sat here for god knows how long,” You cock your head to one side, brows raised, “Just to give me this? How did you even know I was out in the first place? I could’ve been upstairs and then you would’ve been sat here all night on your own. Come on, I’m not taking no for an answer we’re going upstairs.”

“Well I only just got here and, Y/N wait—” He protests when you grab him by the elbow, dragging him to the elevator doors where you push the button with your free hand.

“You’re coming up and we're going to have a drink, end of conversation.” You grin, “So can I open it upstairs?” Your brows wiggle animatedly, and he freezes on the spot.

“No! I mean... no, it’s not your birthday til tomorrow you said.” His laugh is barely inaudible, breathy and albeit a little awkward.

You tut, playfully rolling your eyes when the elevator dings, “Fine… You’ve got me there.”

There’s a beat of comfortable silence before he clears his throat, pushing the P button for you once you’re inside the golden elevator that leads straight to your apartment. “So how have you been? Aside from the obvious.” When the doors close he turns to face you, his usually sharp profile soft and kind as he listens attentively to everything you have to say.

“Well… Not great.” You admit with a sigh, “Everybody keeps telling me it’ll all be fine in the end and that the police will find them but…” Your smile fades, discomfort blanketing your features, “They don’t know my sister like I do. She’s cunning, and dangerous and honestly? I’m terrified she’s going to do something… Well yknow. I just feel so useless, like there’s nothing I can do.”

“It’s okay to feel how you feel, you know that right?” Taehyung’s voice is gentle and deep, face riddled with sympathy when he locks eyes with you, “You’re doing everything you can to stay sane and I’d say that’s more than enough. If something like that happened to one of my siblings… I wouldn’t be anywhere near as strong as you’re being right now.”

You exhale, nodding slowly with the tiniest of smiles threatening to tug your lips, “Thanks Taehyung…that’s really sweet of you.”

Taehyung shakes his head, thick brows furrowed when he edges closer to you, “I mean it Y/N. You need to give yourself more credit, after everything you’ve been through you still find a way to take it all in your stride. And that’s fucking amazing.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks at his words, gaze falling to your feet when holding eye contact with him proves too intense for you. He really is one of your closest friends. He’s so unbelievably kind and always has been. It suddenly dawns on you that you don’t know what’s happened between him and your fiancé, so you take this private moment with him as the perfect opportunity to ask.

“Tae?” You hum, peering back up at him. He’s clinging onto your birthday present as though his life depended on it, slender fingers gripping the material hard enough for his hands to ache you’re sure.

He blinks at you, plump lips ajar, “Yeah?”

“What…. Why haven’t you been coming round as much? I kind of get the feeling you and Jungkook have fallen out or something.” You’re breathing through your nose, mindlessly toying with the hem of your dress just above your knee.

“Mmm.” He nods, chewing his lips when he looks to the elevator doors instead of you, “We haven’t fallen out don’t worry about that, we just-, he just needed some space from me I guess.”

“…Space? What do you mean?”

“It’s…complicated.” He can’t physically look at you, busying his eyesight with anything but you. “I love him so much. I miss him so fucking much, he’s like a brother to me. You know that right?

 “Of course!” You’re hanging onto his every word, trained to his face even though he’s not giving you the same amount of attention. “What happened between you two? There’s nothing in this world that’s worth losing your friendship Tae, I know he misses you.”

“Yeah?” Hope brightens his expression when he turns to you, “He said that?”

You swallow, “Well… Not in so many words but—”

His face drops into something sullen, “Thought so.”

“Taehyung what the hell happened?” Your voice is slightly raised when you talk with your hands, emphasising your words, “What could possibly come between you both that’s so bad? Kook’s been so moody since you stopped speaking and he won’t come anywhere near me and I just can’t help but feel like I’m missing something! Please Tae…” Both hands find his shoulders where you hold him in place, he gulps, “Just tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”

His eyes close, long eyelashes dusting the high points of his cheekbones, “You’re the one person who can’t help me Y/N. I’m-, I’m sorry. I’m just gonna go.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You quietly scoff, gently letting him go with a deep frown. “Why can’t I help? I love you both and I want to be there for—”

“No Y/N you love Jungkook.” His gaze is fierce, as though something’s just snapped inside of him when he glares down at you with a jaw set tight enough to snap, “You love Jungkook and you want to be there for Jungkook. It’s always going to be about Jungkook with you, you’re marrying Jungkook, you’re in love with Jungkook and you’re gonna live happily ever after with guess who? Jungkook. You’re fucking perfect for each other and you don’t need my bullshit coming between that.”

“Last time I checked you was my friend,” You bite, mirroring the intensity of his sudden outburst, “And I do love you Taehyung, whether you like it or not I want to be there for you and help you through whatever this. Both of you, because I care about you both. Just tell me what happened… Please.”

“I-,” He huffs, kicking his head back in frustration, “Y/N seriously… I can’t!” His voice is louder than before, brows raised when his chest heaves with hurried breaths. He looks as though he's losing his patience.

You soften, offering him an apologetic smile. You don’t want to upset him but he needs to know you’ll be here for him no matter what, “You can Taehyung… Whatever it is, I can help you through it. God knows how many times you’ve helped me when I’ve been going through—”

“Y/N stop.” He warns, shaking his head.

“Taehyung...” You sigh, playfully nudging his arm with your fist, “It’s me! You can tell me anything, I want to help you—”

He drops your present to the ground, gripping either side of your arms when he starts screaming like a mad man, shaking you slightly and startling you completely.

“Fine! You really wanna help?! I’m in love with you! Okay?! Are you happy now?! I love you. I love you so fucking much and it’s killing me inside every single fucking day of my sad, pathetic excuse of existence!” He scoffs, eyes wide and frantically searching for a reaction in yours when he wets his lips once again, “You want to know what happened between me and Kook? I fell in love with his fiancé and put him in an awkward position. I. Me. I did it. I’m the only one to blame for any of this and it’s fucking tearing me apart that I’ve hurt him and on top of that I can’t have you! I'll never have you! The one person I can actually see myself sharing a future with and you're my best friend's fiancé! All I want is for you to be happy Y/N! Even if it's never going to be with me.”

Unbeknownst to you and Taehyung the elevator doors are already open. Your friends, family, loved ones… Yuri, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, your parents, your fiancé all standing in your dimly lit apartment dressed to the nines in complete, stunned silence. Until Jungkook clears his throat, winning you to push his best friend away from your frame and look in his direction. His deep voice is merely a whisper when it rolls off his tongue, the single word laced with venom that matches the darkness swimming behind his hooded eyes.

“...Surprise.”

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