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lovemissmini · 3 years

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I Found you

Synopsis: We all need a friend. Sometimes you have to find one to gain one. Especially in this post-apocalyptic world.

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Warnings: Post-apocalypse, reader might not be 100% sane, hints of death, not much action. PG13

Length: ~2k

A/N: I would go crazy if I was all alone for 6 months, no questions asked.

All works here are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. Lovemissmini © . Do not copy, rewrite, repost without my permission. That is illegal and you are stealing no matter if you give credit or not.

“If it weren’t for you, Tae, I would have gone crazy a loooong time ago. Hmm?” You spare a glance towards your companion before you continued your babbling. “It’s just, six year, who wouldn’t go insane in that amount of time. All alone. No one to talk to.”

You nod to yourself, sinking deeper into the worn-out armchair, letting the cheap cushioning quickly engulfing your thin form. Human interaction had become a strange topic for you, just like the concept of keeping track of time. Did it really matter what day of the week it was? It’s not like you had a job or anything. So, what did it matter if you woke up at 1 in the afternoon or ate during the deadly hours of dawn? Hell, why do you even care about the number of times the sun rose before it ultimately set to make the end of the day. One day or six years, tomato tomato.

You should stop. Your mind was wandering off on a tangent even whilst you continued to hold a conversation on a separate matter, yet again. Your thoughts always did that, wander off, that is, into an incoherent multitude of ideas. That’s just how your brain worked. Or maybe that’s your insanity talking.

“But I’m lucky to have found you, yeah?”

You look out of the window of your new living room, into the streets and the cars that haphazardly littered the cracked roads and pavement. Room, that’s quite an interesting word choice. It might be too generous a word for the space where you were seated as of now. A room would imply an enclosed area with a roof above your head and at least three connected walls and some form of a door or partition. Right?

But your choice of temporary lodging was, to be honest, not quite the conventional image you would associate with that word. The best you could truly say about said room was that it was once a room. All that was left was remnants of a living room; the lone standing section of the street facing wall decorated with a broken window frame, piles of brick from the other less fortunate walls scattering the surrounding chaos, broken scraps of furniture thrown around you in a disordered arrangement.

At least it had a mostly intact armchair and couch. Right? Yeah, so who care. Life is good.

“I mean, you’re lucky I found you. Hella lucky at that.”

The lack of a roof let the evening sun beamed down on you from the sky, heating up your skin and leaving a warm tingle as your fingers played with the loose threads of the chair, twirling them around your finger absentmindedly.

“Hey, are you just gonna keep ignoring me? I said I was sorry for nearly leaving you behind last time. I even got you a new shirt to make up for it.” You huff in frustration, glaring at said shirt that fitted around your partner; a black and white abstract collage of spikey leaves artistically decorating the thin material, beautifully trimmed into what was now button up shirt that sported a deliciously deep v neckline. It was slightly revealing but not quite, just enough to give a hint of what was underneath but leave you wanting more.

“That shirt is in so much better condition than anything I’m wearing right now.” A scowl pulled at your lips as you regard the tattered t-shirt that clung to your skin, dirt discolouring the once yellow fabric into a murky brown and the pair of barely held together ripped jeans, denim threatened to fall off your thin waist even after being tied tightly by a belt.

You abruptly get up, palms slamming down on the arms of your chair, sudden movement causing ancient dusk to explode from deep within the fibres and into a thick cloud that surrounded you. You push past the brown haze of floating particles- ignoring the need to cough from the putrid smell- and close the distance between you and your companion.

“Listen here you ungrateful piece of shit! You don’t get to ignore me. I found you so I make the rules. I can leave you when and if I want. Capish?” Your voice breaks through the otherwise silent atmosphere before dissipating into the distance. Your eyes were hard with anger, veins bulging in your neck from the strain, as you glared at the unseeing eyes of your companion.

You blink, veins running cold as you realise your sudden outburst. It was uncalled for. Regret slowly filtered into your system, weighing you down like lead. You take deep slow breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and the roar pulsing in your ears.

“I’m sorry.” You voice is barely a whisper when you come through, a slight quiver at the last syllable and thick with guilt. The crimson in your cheeks fading as you settle down next to your companion on the couch, eyes shifting to gauge their reaction- or lack of one in this case.

“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me.” You joke, a small chuckle trying to defuse the tension that hung heavy in the air. Your hands betray the cheerfulness mask you donned, thumb rubbing the barcode inked into the skin of your left wrist, in a nervous habit that first formed in the lab. “I- uh- well, I forgive you too. Just because I like how handsome you and your stupidly symmetrical face are.”

There was no response. At least none out loud. In fact, there never was a reply out loud from your companion since you found them five years ago, and never would be. The only replies you earned were ones spoken to back of your mind, a deep voice echoing your subliminal thoughts back to you, answering your conscious questions. You companion, the top half of a male mannequin, would never grow a set of vocal cords to voice the replies you longed to actually hear.

If someone were to ever talk to you, question who it was you were talking to, you would have simply stated it was to yourself. Because that would mean you were never alone to begin with, never needing to talk to a humanoid piece of plastic. Right?

But there was no one else.

There no one left, no one ever since that happened six years ago.

“Anyway, let’s go. I want to see what that blinking light was from last night.” You announce as you get up from the two-seater, tossing on your backpack as you stand waiting for your partner to get up with you. You roll your eyes at the lack of movement in your peripheral view, head turning to throw a glare at its plastic form still seated on the couch. “Get up you lazy ass. Get up or I’ll carry you.”

You stand there for a moment longer, waiting for its plastic muscles to twitch under the heavy weight of your gaze. But your effects are yet again fruitless, the only signs of motion par your breathing was the dust dancing weightlessly in the air, illuminated by the setting sun as the specks float carelessly around you.

You sigh, giving up your side of the stalemate and pick up the oversized plastic excuse of a friend. The weak muscles of your arms ache under the burden, straining to produce a strong grip as you walk out onto the streets.

As you venture further into the deserted mass of torn buildings, further into the what could barely be recognised as Seoul, you reach the glass doors of a seemingly intact corporate building. The name of the facility standing tall and proud on the metal door frame, as if in celebration of its survival, almost unscathed par from the broken glass and a missing letter, the skyscraper was rather untouched.

“B-um-Bigit. HA. Sounds a lot like bigot, doesn’t it, Tae?” You muse, as you shift the plastic deadweight in your arms to a more comfortable position.

After exploring the bottom floors of building, going through countless office draws and lab cabinets, you filled up the most of your backpack with expired food items and multiple water bottles. Still, you had yet to find the source of the blinking lights you had seen last night.

“Maybe its further up?” You question out loud.

“Yeah, you’re right Tae, it must be one of the top floors. How else would I have seen it amongst the other buildings?” A grin splits your dry lips, tongue darting out to wet the cracked skin- ignoring the lingering taste of dirt.

“You’re so smart, bud, what would I do without you?”

You continue your journey up, scavenging through every nook and cranny of each floor before arriving at the top landing. A gasp leaves you lips, eyes widening as you look out from the doorway of the staircase and into the concrete floorplan. A glint of excitement sparked in your eyes, much like it did when you found a can of peaches.

The 16th floor was so different to the lower levels, barren like a construction site but shielded under large planes of glass and metal frames in a greenhouse-like roof. Moonlight filtered through the clear glass, illuminating the area in a milky wash of pale white and harsh shadows.

The grey concrete floor was littered with giant solar panels, all scattered methodically around three capsules that laid in the middle of everything. Walking forward, you trotted down the empty path that connected the doorway directly to the capsules, careful not to touch the electronics barricading you on either side.

The capsules were large, large enough to fit a person, you note to yourself as you walk past the first two. Or maybe a giant alligator, you never know.

You don’t bother inspecting two pods, both dark and most likely damaged as a large piece of metal beam speared the centre of one, a thick layer of dried green mould covered the cracked glass panels of the other, obscuring the view of what you assumed was the face of whoever it coffined. Not that you cared.

They were not of interest to you. Especially not when the last capsule vibrating with a low electronic hum. Small lights that were attached to the surface of pod pulsing, bright reds and whites flickers in the darkness as if demanding attention. And attention if caught.

You place Tae on the floor, hands steadying its plastic frame whilst your eyes were still glued to the flashing lights. “Wait here, Tae.” You tiptoed closer to the pod like a moth to fire, neck shifting as you crane you head to see above the capsule before you carefully approached it.

A yellow screen blinked on and off at the centre of the capsule. Bold black lettering fizzing from sparking pixels. You narrow your eyes, brows furrowing in concentration as you focused on trying to decipher the message. After a handful of seconds, you make out the warning.

Emergency- press red button for capsule ejection. Subject -

A hand moves to lift a clear plastic cap, hovering over the large obnoxiously red button, hesitant to push it as instructed.

Instead, you hand reaches to swipe off the sheet of debris covering the glass face panel. Eyes sweeping the sleeping form of the person trapped in the metal pod. The moonlight casting soft lighting against their prominent features. Their eyes were closed, long eyelashes fanning high cheekbones, thick brows tucked under gently tousled hair. Corking your head to the side, you continued to admire the pillowy shape of their plush lips, imagining the way the heart shaped flesh would move as it talked.

“Kim Taehyung.” The name from the screen rolling off your tongue seamlessly. Your lips twitching into a soft smile, your friend of five years long forgotten in the mass of solar panels. “I found you. Will you be my friend?”

#kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #btsfanfic #bts #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fanfic #kpop fanfic

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lovemissmini · 5 years

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Set me free

Pairing: yoongi x Reader

Warnings: suggested smut?, character death. Car crash.

Length: 1K+

Genre: Angst

Summary: Love was never something you could set someone free of, always haunting with the never fading scars it left behind. Be it the first time or the last, it was in its unforgiving nature that love was a curse. But everything would will be alright as he holds you in his embrace.

A/N: First time angst. The ending is a bit meh... But I tried.

You bask in the comfort of his presence, sheltering yourself in the heaviness of his embrace, cloaking in the familiar scent that belonged only to him. You wish upon the stars that once filled the dark galaxy of his eyes, praying to each and every one of them for the moment to last, for time to fall into itself, for the present to collapse into eternity as the fabric of time stretches at the seams. You pray that you could drift asleep in the peace his arms brought over you. Pray for time to dilate the very moment your eyes close shut, knowing he was there with you as you dreamt of him, and so you do not wake for a long long time.

But fate, despite all its beauty, was as cruel and wicked as it was crippling. You knew that seconds, the minutes, the hours you had were limited- just like the fine grains of sand that filled a timer. You knew his eternity, unlike yours, had long past. Had fallen out of sync with your steps.

Even so, you choose denial. You choose to ignore all this and luxuriate in his presence. Lifting your eyes, you take in his gentle sleeping form- the wonderful translucent quality of his pale skin, the slight parting of his pink petal lips, soft exhales escaping to fan over you, inky locks of hair that spiked wildly from last night’s abuse. And so, your hand moves over to cradle the sharpness of his jaw, thumb reaching to smooth over the highs of his sculptured cheek bones. Your gentle affection slowly luring him out of sleep’s clutches as his long eye flutter open, dark chocolate eyes adjusting to the golden rays that filtered in the room, showering the room in a warm hue.

You watch his lips pull into a small smile when his eyes connect with yours once again. Taking the opportunity, you close the distance between you, lips colliding into his, hands gripping his worn-out shirt, keeping him from escaping. You explore the pillow-y softness of his lips, plush from sleep and swollen from your continuous attack. Your tongue darts out to lick the velvet flesh, devouring a groan that reverberated deep from his throat- threatening to escape into silent room.

Mind hazy, you break away, gasping for air like a fish out of water, desperate to recover and continue the blatant act of affection. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he leaned into small grove at the base of your neck.

“Good Morning to you too.” Voice thick with sleep and hoarse from the wildness of last night, smiling against a small bruise of love.

You hand smoothed the rebellious mop of raven hair that stood untamed, you carded your fingers through the silky fibres in hope to calm the chaotic result of your heated passion.

“I have to go now.” His tone was soft and light, barely a whisper as it brought reality crashing back through the walls of happiness and content. No longer could you indulge in the comfort of him- like a sunbather relishing the warm of the sun. Your body freezes, soul plummeting into the cold waters of Antarctica as panic sets into your still form.

A a gentle hand caresses your face as a thumb wiped away the tear that had fell unnoticed by you.

“One last night.” You plead, hands gripping tightly onto the soft fabric of his well-worn shirt, clutching it like a lifeline, like he would escape and fade away into nothingness if you held only slightly looser- because you knew he would.

The determination in his feline eyes faltered, softening instantly as they took in your weakening state.

He lifts one of your hands to cup his face, covering your smaller one with his own larger one, thumb drawing nameless shapes onto its back, relishing the comfort of your touch before turning his face to leave a quick kiss on your palm.

“You said that last night.” He said, firmer with new found intent. “and the nights before. It’s not healthy.”

Tears began to prickle your vision again, threatening to fall. You try to work you throat to form words, to promise it was the last, but air seemed to constrict as overwhelming emotions forced a strangled whine out instead. So, you moved to bury yourself in the crook of his neck, inhale the scent that belong only to him, allowing it to comfort your shattered heart.

Yoongi kissed your forehead, just like the countless times he had done so before, just like he did every morning.

You remember the day he called you out. The day you felt the first stab of love, like a sunset, a glorious burst of colours- vibrant oranges, pastel pinks and bursts of purples. It was so blinding you had to shield yourself from the intensity that washed over, letting it drown out all the dull greys and frozen blues of your world.

You remember his distaste in PDA, but always finding more subtle ways to assure you of his affections. Be it a simple wordless passing of a bottle of water, silent appearances of things you never knew you needed until you saw them, or the occasional breakfast the next day after a tiring day of work. It was all the tiny gestures, fulfilling of small needs that only he would notice. It was the gentle trickling stream of comfort and ever-present care he provided that was enough, that showed his love; for gentle rivers carved out mountains.

But even the most beautiful of things were destined to wither and wilt, and that day just happened to arrive so early, so… unexpected. All it took was being at the wrong place at the wrong time, a drink one too many, a flash of lights, a heavy push and a screech of tires. That was all it took for fate to take him away- leaving you behind.

You could never forgive the man behind the wheels. Your friends and family tried to comfort you, ease the pain that spread like wildfire. The scorching agony that was burning everything in its heated fury, rendering all attempts to futile. The damage was done. You were broken. Heart shattering into a thousand pieces like a mirror, no matter how much they tried to glue you back together, your smile would never reflect the same happiness; pain forever tainting the cracks.

But now, with him back in your arms, you couldn’t, wouldn’t let him slip away again. You could relive a fraction of the life you had with him in the comfort of your home. As long as he was here, with you, you could stay here forever. As long as he was here, nothing else mattered. Fate could have its way, tearing apart all else and you wouldn’t care. You didn’t care. As long as he was here.

But deny as you may, he could not. He remembered what had happened that day. Remembered finding you seven days after with hollow lifeless eyes filled with desperation in a room he did not recognise. Remembered the room filled with charms and candles, the eerie chanting of an elderly woman in the background. Remembered the ancient scripts painted onto every inch of his skin in a sickening red.

And he knew, he saw how you fell off the ship of sanity, like a pirate walking the plank, into the storming ocean. How you drowned in its raging waves of hate and sorrow, let it consume you in the depths of anguish. How you were too intoxicated with his presence, addicted to the euphoric passion of his love to care that he lacked warmth, lacked a heartbeat. He watched as dark veins spread over time- like spiderwebs across your chest. He watched as its inky tendrils snaked deeper and further across your skin with every touch of his. The way life he was leeching out the very life from within you.

Leaning forward, his cold lips connect lightly with yours. Lingering as he bathed in your warmth one last time. Echoing words of affection with muted moans- wordlessly he loved you, the silent ‘now and forever’s.

He whispers against you mouth as he breaks away; and he was gone. Only the soft shadow of his words hovered in air.

Set me free

#yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #yoongi angst #bts #bts angst #bts fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic

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lovemissmini · 5 years

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His bumble bee || Take care of you

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: suggested smut?, fluff overload (It’s so fluffy I could die~)

Length: 5K+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Tae’s girlfriend finally returns home from overworking herself to to the bone for two weeks, all he can do is give you a much needed pampering session, with his talented hands.

A/N: Dayum, I need to get myself a boyfriend like this!! I got a little light bulb moment as I wrote this. Maybe I'll include a little backstory for our little TaeTae and his talented fingers😂 Look forward the the explanations to the cute nicknames and items!!

Exhausted. The word could barely explain the heavy weight of your eyelids as they threatened to fall like steel gates. You were starting to lose this never-ending battle to keep your eyes open, they drooped lower and lower as the seconds ticked by, now concealing over third of your vision. Sleep, you sigh to yourself. You really should go reacquaint yourself with the comforting embrace of your bed. Real rest had become come a foreign concept to you over the past two weeks; having to relying on a few hours on your new office couch, a ten-minute nap bent over your desk amongst the haphazardly scattered files, you burned through at least five extra-large instant coffee refill packs.

Yes. More caffeine. That’s exactly what you need.

With a hand covering your mouth, you stifle a yawn as the other stretches to grab the coffee stained mug across your desk. A distasteful scowl pulls at your lips whilst you eye the white porcelain gift and its now coffee-stained rim from its frequent use. There was an endearing design printed on its smooth surface- Bright purple letters adorn the item in the familiar handwriting of your boyfriend, ‘CONGRATULATIONS BEE’ next to a dainty bee fluttering above a strawberry. Your boyfriend’s thoughtful gift should have brought a smile to your lips, but the words seemed to taunt and remind you of your current exhausted state. He was the cause for the fatigue that sourced the ache in your bones, the dark purple eyebags you sported and the stress pulling at your scalp.

Not giving the precious gift another glance, you move to throw back the remaining mouthful of the bitter concoction of sugar and caffeine it held. As the last few drops of the putrid black liquid falls into your lips, coating the entirety of your tongue in its pungent taste, a loud buzz pierces through the deadly silence of your office.

Your phone, hidden beneath the chaos of files, vibrates violently whilst it screams a boisterous plea to escape its paper prison. In your intoxicated state, the blaring nearly has your heart stop from shock, doubling over as a non-existent fist punches the very air out of lungs. Unwarranted tears being to prickle the red rims of your eyes as the shock slowly dripped down the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers, their icy tingling needles pricking your sensitive nerves.

So dramatic.

It was surprising how a dash of severe sleep deprivation, along with a shitload of coffee and a constant sugar high could reduce a strong and intelligent woman like you to a quivering mess of hysterics.

Finally recovering your wits, you dig through the pile of financial report littering the desk in desperate search of your phone. As quickly as the shock wiped through you, it left just as quickly, leaving a flaming hot trail in its wake as frustration and anger bubble in the pit of your stomach, wildfire burning through your veins, replacing the shock induced ice in your blood to molten magna.

The sleek black device surfaces as you near push all the open plastic files off the desk in a fit of rage, a twitching finger swipes across the screen in attempt to slice the offending device with your phalanges as a make-believe blade.

Without a second thought, you pull the device to your face, ready to give the insolent fool who dared to interrupt your work a piece of your mind.

“WHO THE FU-“

“Miss ____.” The unimpressed voice interrupts you mid-scream, dismissing your impudence with a simple call of your name. “It’s already 8:45pm.” The snarl you wore quick to disappear as realisation forces a heavy sigh to leave you.

“Shit. Sorry for making you wait so long, Jin.” Your voice dripping with regret and sincerity. You told your driver to pick you up from the office at 7:30 so you could try to finish checking the annual financial assessment reports. You knew that you driver Kim Seokjin was patient man, trusting to not disturb your work but he should have reminded you, especially given the importance of the arrangement you had. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

“Mr Kim called and told me you would too invested in work to remember the time, but I should leave you to finish or it would torment you even after you got home.”

“I’ll come down now. Get the car ready.” Ending the call as you move to the door, leaving all the paper work behind and grabbing the gift-wrapped box next to the leg of your desk. Locking the glass door to the hectic wreck of an office, you double check that you had everything and that the door was actually locked this time.

The journey home was uneventful and quiet, apart from the occasional humming of Jin as when the radio plays a Twice song. Jin opens the back door when you arrive, helping you out of the car whilst you thank him and apologise again for making him work well past he needed. He gives you a soft smile, teasing for you to leave so he can finally go get some dinner.

You press for the penthouse when you enter the lift, quickly swiping your owner’s card to the detector beneath the rows of buttons. Lively music resonates in the small confined space, but you shuffle uneasily despite its attempt of easing your nerves. Slapping yourself mentally for being so late to such an important dinner. It was your forth anniversary for God’s sake!

The loud ping of the elevator lets you know of your arrival, pulling you out of your internal self-beating. The golden doors open slowly to reveal the rich oak floors of the genkan. Once you remove your shoes, you step on to the lush cream carpeted floors of the living room. The decorations of your penthouse never failed to take your breath away, but a deep sonorous voice pulls you from staring out the floor to ceiling windows lining the two-storey high open area.

“Welcome home, Bee.” Taehyung greets you as he emerges from the couch. Dressed in a blue silk sleepshirt and matching trousers, he pads barefoot over to you with open arms, pulling you into a tight embrace. With his face snuggling into the crook of you neck, leaving a quick peck behind your ear before breaking away.

Lifting to your toes, your palms cradle his warm cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. The moment the soft petals of his lips touches your slightly cracked ones, you melt into feeling, the throbbing in your temple and soreness in your muscles temporarily disappeared.

Taehyung’s arms caress you sides as if to commit every curve to memory, before a hand moves up to rake through your hair, pulling you closer to where you lips joined. The sweet innocent kiss soon deepens as his tongue licking your bottom lip, begging for access which you grant instantly. His talented muscle battles your own and explores cavern of your mouth, groaning in satisfaction. “Bitter,” Taehyung states as he breaks away, your fingers snake around his neck, pulling at the small hairs on the back. The termination of the heated kiss has you whimpering breathlessly, bring a grin to his handsome face.

“Bee, you’re tired and hungry. I bet you haven’t eaten since I brought you that padthai for lunch.” He places a lingering kiss on your forehead and proceeds to take off your coat, reminding that you were still standing by the entrance.

“I’m not hungry, Tae.” You argue. You really didn’t feel any hunger, just wanted to lie down and make out with him to be honest. The kiss had your fatigue forgotten and lust replaced the empty space it left behind.

“Shhh. You still need to eat babe.” He whispers in your ear when he comes back from hanging your coat by the genkan, brushing back a stray hair behind your ear as he pulls you into a short back hug, “I missed you.” It never ceased to amaze you at how touchy you boyfriend was when you were alone. Even when fatigue was painted on to your features like a disastrous attempt of makeup, he would still look at you with passion as if you held all the stars in vast universe in the depths of your eyes, making you feel beautiful and loved for all you were, imperfections included.

“I missed you too Tae, happy anniversary.” You reply, leaning back into him as he draws random shapes on your stomach, his heady smell of lavender and pure Taehyung envelopes. You really did miss all of him, but there was nothing that you could do when you were promoted so suddenly to your current position as the CFO in the company. For two weeks, you only saw each other occasionally in the office. The only times were when he came by to bring breakfast or lunch, along with a fresh set of clothes to change into in the shower next to his office, between his busy schedule as the CEO.

You cover his large hands with your own smaller ones, giving them a tight squeeze before pulling them from your waist. He removes his body from its position attached to your back, but grips onto one of your hands, refusing to let go of all physical contact with you. “I got you a gift,” you start, quickly moving to pick up the elegantly wrapped item from where you placed it - by the edge of the genkan - before following him to the open kitchen tucked under the extended ledge making up the second floor.

He picks you up at the intersection where the carpet morphs into the marble flooring of the kitchen, placing you gently on a stool next to the island. “I love it.” He whispers in a deep hushed tone against your lips, as he plays with the ends of the silk bow hanging from the collar of your work shirt. Closing the small distance between you two, he expresses his thanks in the soulful display of affection. You smile into the kiss as he rubs up and down your stocking cladded thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh exposed beneath you pencil skirt, just so he could feel you and reassure himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

Pulling back from the kiss in a giggle, you knew exactly what he meant. The cheesy little genius was referring to you being the gift. Pushing the thin flat box into his chest to create some distance between the two of you, telling him to open the ‘real’ gift.

Taking the package, he steps back to give you a once over before looking intently at the item in his hands. “All I need is you, Bee.”

“Oh my days! You’re gonna rot my teeth Kim Taehyung. Just open the damn box!” You yell in faux frustration, evoking a husky chuckle to vibrate from his throat.

“I know you love my sweet talk babe.” Giving you a wink, before carefully ripping the matte black wrapping paper patterned with tiny Gs in a glossy ink, he removes a thin black box from it. Bold golden letters calligraphed on the otherwise empty surface- “Happy Anniversary My One And Only Love”, a small minimalistic bee in the same ink signing off in the bottom right corner. Lifting the lid to reveal a crisp pink shirt patterned with thick green vines and leaves, red embroidered strawberries sprouting amongst the pink and green background as tiny white flowers blossom next to them. A navy-blue silk tie neatly tucked next to the garment, two thick green strips bordering a thinner red one, stretched diagonally across the bottom of the accessory, as a tiny golden bee was stitched in the middle of the red band.

You study his face as he continues to stand in front of you, motionlessly as he looked down into the box, thick brows knitting together. A heavy silence fell to cover the entire room, turning the air stagnant in suspense. You start fidgeting with unease, uncertain of what to do with the sudden shift in atmosphere, Taehyung still unmoving from where he stood.

“Umm...” you begin, trying to ease tension that filled the room. Your eyes dart to look anywhere but at him, palm rubbing the back of your weary neck as all the forgotten aches return to spread over your exhausted limbs. “It’s ok if you don’t-“

“Bee…” his voice cracked as he trailed off, stopping you from speaking any further. Your eyes flicker back to look into his melted chocolate ones. Emotions swirling within them as his gaze pierces into you. Only now that he’s staring at you again, do you notice the heavy weight of his attention, the slight quiver in his kiss swollen lips, and the light blush on the tips of his nose and ears. You slump on the stool, releasing a breath you never knew you held. His long lashes fan the high cheekbones of his elegant features, whilst he blinded back tears. “I love it.” He repeats. Sincerity lacing each syllable.

You open your arms and he quickly moves into the comfort of your embrace. “Shhh.” You coo, certain your sensitive boyfriend was still close to tears. Despite having a tough CEO persona on constant display, you were the only one who could expose this side of him that he hid from the world. You try to sooth him by lightly patting his soft brown hair.

“You need to eat babe.” He sniffs as he removes himself from your warm, quickly turning to place your gift on the island. You whine a no at the mention of food. The ache in your back from slouching in your office for the past two weeks, gradually returned to haunt you. The effect of your sugar and caffeine rush long leaving you to bare the consequences of your lack of self-care. A yawn is pulled out of you as you try to sit up straight on the high stool. “I know you’re tired, I’ll let you sleep after you have some of the pasta and steak.” You pout again and prepare to argue, but before you can open your mouth again he speaks up once more. “I spent a lot of effort in making this meal. It’s our anniversary but you were still late.” You laugh out as you watch him move back to puff up his chest and cheeks in faux anger, fists pulled underneath his armpits. His cute attempt to persuade you has you wipe a stray tear in defeat. You really had to tell Jin to play more Twice songs on the radio when driving the both of you to work, if you could see his aegyo.

“Fine. Feed me.” You demand as you massage a knot that developed in your left shoulder. Noticing this, a frown pulls at your boyfriend’s pluck lips. He moves back towards you, hooking an arm under your leg and supporting you back with the other. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he scoops you off your seat.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted me to eat?” You question, completely baffled by your boyfriend’s spontaneous actions. Taehyung kissed you to efficiently shut you up. “All in due time babe,” was all you got as an answer as he proceeded towards the opaque glass staircase on the other side of the kitchen. Swiftly climbing steps two at a time, you reach second floor in seconds. Taehyung saunters into your bedroom at the end of the open hallway that over looked the living room below, placing you gently in the massaging chair next to your queen sized bed. “I’ll be right back.” He says as he presses a few buttons on the leather chair and saunters out the room. Your body seems to sink into the soft cushions lining the machine. The large gears deep in the chair whirl to life in a near silent hum, small round balls begin to move, pressing and kneading every inch of muscle on your stressed form. The comfortable embrace of the heated cushions lures you to dazed state. Before you could fall asleep, Taehyung returns with a tray of food and drink. The rich fragrance of steak filled the air, you salivate as you inhaled the scent. Maybe you were hungry. A growl from your stomach confirms the suspicions, forcing your closed eyes to open in search for the source of the mouth-watering smell. Taehyung pulls a chair and table next to you. Slowly cutting the beef into bite sized chunks.

“It was medium rare when I made it, but I had to microwave it, so it might not taste as good now.” You could hear the disappointment flooding his statement and regret fills your veins. It was your fault that you ruined such a romantic evening with your boyfriend, all because you were a workaholic down to the core.

You shake your head no as best you could, confined in the customise made cushions of the chair that wrapped and massaged your scalp. “Your food always tastes amazing from all the love you put into it.” You say in attempt to dismiss the defeated look adorning the beautiful feature of your boyfriend.

A small smile plays on his lips at your words. “That’s what you said when you ate that seaweed soup I made for your birthday. You went straight to the toilet after drinking half of it.” He chuckled. The sound sent a happy tingle down your spine, but a cold shiver shakes your whole body at the memory. You were surprised that you were even able to drink half the bowl of soup, the burning taste of ammonia still fresh in your memories, but how could you refuse him when he spent so much effort buying everything and cooking all the other dishes. Regardless, you defend yourself in a whirl of words. “It was your fault for experimenting and putting skate into it. You shouldn’t have listened to that weird Ajumma at the market. She just wanted you to buy that it off her since her skate shop was shutting do-.”

He stabs a piece of steak and pushes it into your open mouth, instantly cutting off the words flying out your mouth. “Eat,” he demands. Fingers quickly picking up a piece for himself.

You chew the tender meat grumpily. The flavours of the melting meat quickly glides over the insides of your mouth. Moaning in approval, the juicy combination of the steak and richness of the sesame sauce resonated loudly in the bitesize piece. “Wagyu.” You state as you open your mouth in waiting for another piece. “Only the best for my baby.” Was you answer. Another chuck is placed onto your tongue and your teeth clamp shut to trap the delightful meal. “What sauce did you use? It’s so good!” You mumble between the mouthful.

“It’s a secret. If you want to eat it again, come home on time.”

“You learnt this from Jin, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but don’t think you can get the recipe from him.” Quickly dismissing the idea he could tell was forming. “I had to beg him for days before he agreed to teach me. I know you love steak, so I also paid him to never tell or make it for you.” Your eyes bulge in disbelief, glaring at the smug look your boyfriend wore, lips pulled back in a boxy grin.

Finishing the main course, your boyfriend sips some red wine. You lift an arm from its confinement, gesturing for him to pass you the vintage crystal wine glass. Pulling it further out of your reach, Taehyung shakes his head, handing you a glass of lemon infused water instead. “I’ve seen how much coffee you drank. You’re only allowed water.”

“Fine. Do I at least get dessert?” You try your best to flutter your eyelashes, despite the obvious wariness weighing on them. The sugar sweet voice you attempted to portray ended in a thick yawn.

“Not tonight, Bee. I know how much sugar you pumped into your system these past two weeks.” His voice was heavy with authority, leaving no room for argument as he tips the rim to your lips. “Sure, I can’t stop you from drinking the potion of sugar and coffee that you used to magically keep yourself awake, it was my fault for making you CFO so suddenly without consulting with you first, but I’m not letting you get diabetes from your awful food choices.”

You swallow the warm water obediently, thankful that he always had your health in mind. He always reminded you of how important it was to drink your water warm, instead of the near freezing temperature you liked it. When he once found you chugging down a cup of chilled water with a few ice cubes, scolding you for not listening to him.

‘My mother always told me to drink warm water for good health. What am I going to do if you are get stomach cramps when we grow old, all because you drink like to drink freezing cold water?!’ His strong brows knitting in a scowl. ‘Its more refreshing this way. It’s my body so it’s my choice. Just let me drink the God damn water chilled.’ You yelled back. ‘Well, it’s going to be my responsibility to take care of you when grow old and spend the rest of our lives together!’ He shouted back, puffy cheeks glowing red as he snatched the glass from your hand and gulped down the remaining liquid. ‘No more cold water.’ He said over his shoulder before he walked away, cup in hand, leaving you with your mouth-agape at his adorable fit.

The memory has your lips twitch upwards when he removes the now empty cup, settling it down on the tray. “____, it’s time for you to take a bath. My plan was originally to have a romantic dinner and then a nice long bath together-“ the innuendo of his plan clear as a cloudless day, has you blushing. You brain screaming for you to say yes before he continues his sentence. “But I guess you might be a bit too tired for it. You should get some real rest soon.” Ignoring the girl yelling in your head, your body can’t help but agree to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Giving him a defeated nod, he turns off the massage chair and stretches a hand to you. You take up his offer and let him pull you out of the warm embrace of the chair, quickly falling back into a more familiar and loving one. Taehyung picks you up as you cling onto him like a koala, his strong arms effortlessly holding you tightly. You pepper his face with kisses to express your thanks, causing him to secretly slow down and prolong the journey towards the bathroom, allowing him to enjoy the playful affection of your sweet assaults.

When you enter the enormous room, the brilliant white walls and marble flooring showers you in the soft light they reflected. Taehyung continues past the glass floor length glass doors separating the showers from the walkway, bare feet slapping loudly against the heated floor as he made way to the five-person jacuzzi sitting at the end. Setting you on the floor, he sits on the cream marble edge to dip a hand into the hot water filling the white tub. He continues to stir the water to check the temperature, spreading the rose petals floating in the centre so they littered the entire surface of the bath. The steam rising from the heated pool carried the relaxing aroma of the lavender essence oil Taehyung poured into the bath, filling your senses with its comforting scent, one that you have learned over the years to associate with Taehyung. With love.

You tied your hair into a loose bun. Sluggishly stripping yourself of clothes as Taehyung played with the water, infatuated with the movement of the clear fluid sloshing against his palm, completely ignorant of your approach until you use his shoulder as support to step into the jacuzzi. Blinking at you with wide eyes as you submerge yourself in its warmth. The burning intensity of his gaze has a flush creeping across your chest, snaking up your neck and brushing your cheeks a deep crimson. Despite seeing your naked form for years, the passion reflecting in his eyes was still the same, never failing at reducing you to a shy mess. Gone was the woman who handled the running of millions of dollars a day without breaking a sweat. Only the timid, nervous wreck of a girl Taehyung had met those many years ago was sitting bare and exposed, within an arm’s reach.

Clearing your throat, you work your stiff and tight vocal chords, hopeful to hide the evident embracement that painted your body pink. “W-why don’t you join m-me?” You curse the stutter in your voice, and the failure at sounding seductive.

You flutter your eyes at him, in hope to awaken the non-existence temptress inside of you. His nostrils flair at the invitation, a clear sign of arousal as his pupils dilate, consuming the warm brown of his iris. Taehyung watches you with hawk-like eyes, taking in every shift and twitch you make, the tiny peaks and ripples you cause in the otherwise calm water.

He releases a hot puff of air, fanning you face. The refreshing mint fragrance of the spearmint he selfishly took from the bowl underneath the 40-inch tv installed in the wall next to him, overpowering the delicate lavender aroma floating in the air. A thin layer of unconstrained lust coloured his vision as warmth pooled lower in him, creating a familiar ache.

The swallowed the mint forcefully, blinking back his sinful thoughts. “No, Bee. Tonight’s all about you. It’s the day where I show you with action how much I love you. Let me help you relax.” From the strain in his voice, you could tell that he wanted the same thing you wanted, but you knew not to push this; especially given the lack of sleep you suffered. It was a surprise you were still awake right now. Despite this fact, the pain of the rejection stung you. Tearing your eyes from him to cradle your bruised ego. You give him a meek nod as you lick your mental wounds like an injured animal. You blamed your uncontrollable sensitivity and dramatic thoughts as side effects of your reckless choices over the past two weeks.

During your internal conflict of emotions, Taehyung had rolled up his sleeves and trousers, lathered a loofah and moved to clean your back. Drawing delicate circles on your skin, and soon all over you body with extra care. You had relaxed in the deep mass of hot water, the soft touches of Taehyung’s pampering faded as sleep clawed and dragged you into its clutches, leaving you unaware of the never fading heat lining your boyfriend’s blatant gawking.

A light grip on you shoulders has you peering with a half-lidded daze. A sleepy groan rumbles from your throat, questioning the reason your peace was disturbed.

“Babe let’s get you dried up.” Taehyungs deep reverberant voice whispers against the shell of your ear. You nod as move to get up from the now cooling tub of water, functioning purely from instinct and collapse against Taehyung’s strong chest as he wrapped a thick towel around your drenched form. The thick velvet material readily absorbs the excess moisture from your skin as he lightly drags it against you, before discarding the item on a nearby rack when you were dried. Pulling a warm rob from the heated rails, he helped you slip into the large garment which engulfed your tiny form. Sweeping you off your feet, he moved you back into the bedroom as you fought off the dream demons threatening to steal you away. Your rapid blinking as you tried tackle your fatigue, pulled at Taehyung’s heart. How could someone be so adorable even with dark circles painted around their eyes like a panda, and nuzzling into his embrace? He was so whipped, but he knew that already, knew it since the day you came into his life like wrecking ball, breaking down all the walls he put up in protection. He’s so sure of the love he has that he was ready to give you the gift, on the same day you agreed to let him love you. Shaking himself from his inner monologue, he laid you down onto the bed.

He left you there momentarily, going to retrieve a pair of clean cotton panties and his bottle of lavender Aveeno cream. Slowly, he unties the knot of your robe to help you with your underwear. You notice this immediately, sitting up to push away his hand.

“Tae, just because I’m tired, doesn’t mean I’m completely unable to do things like putting on my underwear. It just means I’m too lazy to walk around.” You mumble as you pull the tiny clothing up your legs.

He smirks at your retort, seeing as he was the one to feed and bathe you, but taking your upright position as a chance to push the robe off your shoulders. “Hush, bumble bee. Let me take care of you.” Nudging for you to lie on stomach. You do as instruct, lying bare on the cloud you called your bed.

Soothing jazz begins to play from the sound system built into the room, followed by a clear plastic click as Taehyung opens the lid to his favourite cream. Pouring a generous amount on to his large palms, he spread the thick substance with his skilled fingers like paint on the canvas of your exposed skin. Once he covered your back, he began kneading the muscles in your shoulders, loosening any remaining knots that haunted you after your session in the messaging chair. You sighed as his warm palms pressed and worked their way down the expanse of your bare figure, soothing over certain pressure points, sending a into euphoria at talented frictionless gliding of his long fingers; massaging away any stiffness consequence to overworking your body to the bone. You had always known about Taehyung’s expert fingers, given his past. What bewildered you was the fact that, not only was he good at this, he could rival the best professional masseur in the town. This stunned you especially when you first dated Taehyung and he offered to – as he liked to call it—take care of you, leaving you a panting hot mess; but that was a story for another time.

After moisturising and massaging your leg, you were clinging on the final strings of consciousness, a breathy thank you slipped past your lips as your eyes drift closed. Taehyung then flipped you so laid on your back, pulling one of his large stripy T-shirts to engulf your smaller frame. Before he covers you with the lush duvet pushed to the side of you, Taehyung quickly grabs something from the long-forgotten tray next to the massaging chair. He strolls back to your side with a tiny red velvet box in hand. Opening it and pulling out a dainty necklace, he helps you wear the gift. The small yellow bee pendent fell gently in the dip of your collar bones, its yellow diamond glistening in the low light. As your soft snores fill the room, one of his favourite sound harmonising with the jazz still playing vaguely in the background, he wraps the duvet over you, he kisses your forehead, satisfied that you were finally back in your shared bed, smelling just like him. “I love you, ____.” His sweet confession lulling you further into the embrace of sleep.

Bonus:

After you had fallen asleep, Taehyung had to gone off to clean the plates and tidy the bathroom, making sure everything was restored back to its perfectly organised state. However, there was just one tiny problem he needed to fix before he could go back to cuddle you to sleep like the good boyfriend he was. So, he quickly dashed back to the bath fix said problem.

You woke up to a cold bed. Gone was the warm enveloping limbs that usually tangled with yours beneath the sheets, keeping the cold out so you could stay asleep throughout the night. You were now a victim to an empty bed, pulling you from the depths of sleep despite struggles of your fatigue. Groaning, you sit up to scan the room for you boyfriend. Deeply disappointed when your eyes fail to spot his tall figure, you pull your duvet to drape over you, but the cold touch of a foreign metal item dangled from your neck as you clutch the duvet to your chest. Giving the gift a quick peck, you move to look for Taehyung, pulling the long quilt to trailing behind you as you step onto the lush cream carpet lining most of the living space.

A loud moan has the fine hairs on your arms standing on end, your hearing now hyperaware as you recognise the familiar sound instantly. Your heart rate begins to accelerate as you pad towards the bathroom, a grunt of you name echoing from its depths. A wide grin spreads across your lips. Maybe a few more minutes without sleep won’t hurt.

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