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Still Waters Run Deep | KTH

~summary: down at the riverbank is a boy whose eyes hold each swell of the waves, whose hair ruffles like the reeds. but the peaceful magic of the river may become your only sanctuary when wilder forces come into play ~pairing: taehyung x f!reader ~word count: 13.6k ~fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers, fantasy au, historical au, spirited away inspired ~rating: pg13 ~warnings: fantasy violence, kids being mean, flooding, storms, mention of arranged marriage, war, potentially implied drowning, I gush about tae’s hair too much

~a/n: omG I’m finally back!! much like the last time I participated in @toikiii’s wonderful ghibli collab, I have ended up with something wayyy out of hand compared with what I expected haha - I srsly thought this one would not be as long! but somehow... here we are. it mainly consists of lots of scenes and some giant time skips, so bear with me! I haven’t done such a chunk of writing in so long and it’s honestly wild, I’m pleased with it but I have no idea on the quality hahaha. please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy this <3

Small feet slipped clumsily down the muddy bank, your shrieks and giggles accompanying each bump on your way down.

Reaching the bottom, you pushed through the tall reeds that grew beside the river. Water seeped into your shoes and the hem of your skirt, not that you paid it any mind. Maybe your parents wouldn’t be too impressed when your returned home, but you were too impatient to try the small contraption clutched in your hands.

Father probably meant for you to cross the bridge and walk down to the flattest river bank. Instead, you had rushed down on this side of the bridge, simply wanting to reach the water as soon as you could.

Padding over to the bridge, you grasped onto the stone with one chubby hand. Last night had been the first rain in a while, leaving the ground soggy, but it meant the river was low in its banks.

Carefully crouching down, you took another look at the little boat in your hand. Smile making its way onto your face, you finally plopped it into the calm water, watching it bob up and down.

It was nothing more than a bundle of sticks your father had fashioned together with a flag on top, but to you it lit your heart with excitement. Going to the river was your favourite treat, and going to play was even better.

A wave, slightly bigger than the other ripples on the water, caught the small boat then. With a small gasp, you grabbed it before it could get out of reach, still clinging to the pillar of the bridge with one hand.

The sticks dripped water onto the front of your jeogori, but you didn’t notice, already busy placing the boat back upstream.

Letting it go, you decided to try a new game, running a short way along the bank and giggling all the way. Near the bridge was a willow tree, its tendrils drooping over into the water, and you waited at its base for the small boat to float your way.

Bouncing up and down on the river bank, you watched its gentle progress. When it drew closer, you clutched one of the willow branches in your fist and crouched again, holding a hand out to scoop your prized toy from the water.

You repeated your little game a few times, each time snatching the boat and rushing back to the bridge to do it all again.

Having just placed it in the water again, you skipped back to the spot by the willow tree. The wind had picked up, pulling teasingly at your hair and eliciting more giggles. It wasn’t until you crouched to capture the toy again that you saw it, too, being jostled by the wind, tugged away from the shore.

Holding tight to the willow branch, you stretched towards it, but your arm was too short to reach. Filled with urgency, you swiped to grab it, but it sailed past your fingertips, leaving them to grasp at nothing but water.

Crying out, you tried to grab it again, but it was hopeless. With your lunge, your feet slipped on the mud and you fell on your front, air expelled from your lungs and hands falling helplessly by the riverside.

Looking up, you watched your little boat bob happily out of sight among the willow leaves.

Lip wobbling, you pushed yourself up, still winded from the fall. Small gasps escaped your lips as you sat up, and as soon as you had regained enough air, you burst into tears.

Salty droplets began trailing down your face, eyes screwed up as you bawled to the empty river.

Your cries eventually died down into hiccups, and you looked glumly across the water through waterlogged vision. Between your sniffles, the willow branches swayed. You were too distraught to notice that the wind was no longer blowing.

It wasn’t until a small boy pushed between the leafy canopy that you tore your eyes from the place you had lost your boat.

Sniffing determinedly, you clumsily wiped a hand over your face. You didn’t want him to know you had been crying.

As you blinked away the tears, you could see the boy better. His dark hair was wavy, long enough to reach his big eyes. They were fixed on you.

Looking back at him, you frowned. Why was he looking at you?

You were about to tell him rudely to go away, even though you knew mother would never want you to do that, when he stepped closer again.

His hanbok was simple in shape like yours, dyed a pleasant blue colour. But you had never seen any of the other children’s robes glitter like that in the light when he moved. Nor did you recognise the pendant which hung around his neck, a small blue swirl.

Surely he couldn’t be the child of a yangban though – he walked with bare feet.

You sprung from the ground, startling him to a stop in turn.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

Those big dark eyes blinked. He stared for a bit longer.

“Taehyung.”

He spoke softly, but his answer was direct.

“I found your boat,” he said.

Your hostility towards the boy flew away at once. Instead, your heart filled with elation.

You hadn’t noticed him holding the boat earlier, but you didn’t care because now it was right there in his hand. Holding it out, his offering bridged the space between you.

Smile taking hold of your face, you bounced forwards eagerly to grab it. The sticks were dry again, the little flag still standing proud. It was like new!

You had already turned to hurry back to the water’s edge when you hesitated. Turning around, you found the little boy still watching you from the same spot. Looking towards the boat and back up again, you shifted your feet.

“Thank you,” you said dutifully, like you parents said you should. “Do you want to play?”

Needless to say, your parents were quite shocked when you bounced through the door later that day, clothes damp and smeared in mud – even more so than normal. Sighing fondly, your mother ushered you away to attempt to wrangle you into clean clothes.

Wriggling from her grasp every time, you seemed more occupied with showing off your boat and the story of the friend you had made at the river.

“He came from the willow tree!” you garbled excitedly, “and we played and played! He could make the boat go really fast!”

“Did he really?” your father smiled, taking the boat carefully from your hands. He made a show of observing it while your mother finally had the chance to begin unfastening your ruined hanbok.

“The willow tree?” she asked, capturing your attention.

You eagerly nodded, but she merely laughed.

“Darling, that’s the edge of town, he can’t have come from there,” she explained, pulling your arm from one sleeve.

“But he did!” you insisted.

“The willow tree?” your father then echoed, “why were you on that side of the river, hmm?”

Eyes growing wide, you hurriedly shut your mouth. Not a very good denial of guilt, but it worked all the same as your father simply ruffled your hair and told you to obey your mother.

Successfully more subdued, you stood still and allowed your mother to bundle your dirty clothes up and send you on your way.

“Did you meet your friend again?”

Your mother was still fixing the chima you had ripped last week. When she looked around to see you come in, once again with grass stains littering the hem of your clothes, that was the first question she asked.

Since you had first met Taehyung, this had become a sort of tradition. When you were down by the river alone, he would often find you and play together just as you had done that first time, a few years ago now.

The fun you always had together was usually missed by your parents, though. Instead, it only caused them frustration at the ruined clothes and damp shoes. They had taken to sending you out in your wet weather shoes anytime you went to the river.

Coming to stand in front of her, you chewed your lip. She never seemed to believe you, aways merely amused at the stories you came back with.

“We watched the merchants coming down the river,” you told her, defensive, “and we ran along, trying to keep up with their boat.”

Your mother hummed, placing down her sewing and taking in the state of you. It could have been worse, at least.

“Go and get changed, please, darling.”

Water gently lapped against your toes. It was a good thing you had carefully removed your shoes to stand at the bottom of the bank. Your hands smoothed over the pale pink fabric that adorned your hanbok. You were definitely not allowed to get these clothes dirty.

For once, you didn’t want to either.

It was your birthday.

Your nicer things had been brought to you, and you wanted to make the most of wearing them. Eventually you had managed to make your mother relent on taking them off your before you could run outside with them.

On your trip to the river, several people had greeted you and the wise lady on the corner had said a blessing that you didn’t really understand, but bowed to her anyway.

What you hoped most of all is that Taehyung would come.

Fingers fumbling with the pendant your father had crafted for you today, you eyed all along the river.

Even though it was your birthday, your father still had to work and your mother chores to do. So you would have a little time out here. If only you could say you waited patiently.

You shifted several times, grabbing your shoes and taking them to sit on the river. Then you decided to forage for stones, taking pretty ones until they spilled from your palms, when you would make a little tower that invariably collapsed back into the shallow water.

The preservation of your nicest clothes had left your mind, instead preoccupied with impatience. Tired of waiting, you flopped back onto the grass with a pout.

A few children bigger than you were laughing down by the willow tree. Other than that, it was quiet. It was the middle of the day, all the fishermen had left already and it was overcast with clouds, so no one would be coming to wash their clothes or enjoy the river.

It was unfair that you should have to frown on your birthday. But here you were, trying not to let your frustrated tears burst from your eyes.

Before they could begin, they were startled from your eyes.

A gasp left your lips, and you sat up straight, eyes fixed above.

Something disturbed the expansive cloudy sky. Among the sheet of whiteish grey, a creature dipped down, parting the billowing sea.

With wide eyes, you watched a long silvery body swirling through the air. It was far away, and moved very fast, but you caught sight of a dark, flowing fringe along its back.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself to your feet and started racing along in an attempt to follow the creature. You had just reached the other side of the bridge when the dragon tilted its head, and even in the vast distance between you on the grass and it, so high in the sky, you felt its piercing gaze.

The wind rumbled and the dragon twisted, its body snaking back into the canopy of clouds.

You were left standing on the bank, blinking in disbelief. Already you questioned what you had saw. If you told your parents, they would undoubtedly laugh at the imagination of their child. There was only one person who might believe you, and you wanted to see him now even more than before. If only he had seen it too!

Returning bashedly to the stony bank, you stopped your fidgeting. You replayed the vision of the flying snake over in your mind.

“Happy birthday.”

How had the time passed? While you sat thinking, you never noticed Taehyung approaching, never saw him come over the bridge, nor emerge from the willow tree where the other children were now paddling in the river.

Jumping up, you wasted no time bouncing over to him.

“Taehyung! You’ll never guess what! I saw a dragon!”

His eyebrows rapidly climbed his face.

“Where?”

“In the sky, of course.”

He turned to look at the sky, a funny smile on his face. Frowning, you put your hands on your hips.

“Well it isn’t there any more. It went away.”

“Dragons don’t have to be in the sky, you know,” Taehyung said, eyes glittering.

You blinked at him.

“Where else would they be?”

Slowly spinning around, Taehyung’s eyes searched the place before his face lit up.

“There’s a big dragon that lives in the river!” he exclaimed, bouncing forwards, “and it’s really strong, and it makes the waves go!”

Hurrying after him, you hesitated as he splashed into the shallows.

“Then shouldn’t we be careful?” you worried, “it might not like us. It might eat you!”

Taehyung laughed so hard he flopped onto the bank, tummy shaking with his happiness.

“Don’t be silly! It likes people – it lets them have the bridge here. And it knows it’s your birthday!”

By now you were grinning, familiar matching joy on both your and Taehyung’s faces. Before long, you were always having fun with Tae, and you eagerly joined in his game.

“It will come to visit me, and it will jump out of the water and splash everywhere!”

As you rambled, you bent down to the water and scooped some up, flinging it into the air with your arms spread. Some droplets sprayed back onto you, but most landed on Taehyung who was soon leaping to retaliate.

The sounds of your laughter rounded out your birthday that year. He would always come.

Expansive blue skies stretched above you today. The sun reached down, caressing the roads and rooftops of your village unhindered by clouds.

Leaving your house, you skipped happily to the end of your road. Turning the corner, you headed downhill. A cart kicked up dust from the baked ground on its way past.

Passing the next street, you waved at the kind lady who lived on the corner. Her walking stick was stubbornly abandoned against the wall of her house as she draped clothing out in the sun.

Walking in the shade of the trees that grew on the corners, you passed two more streets before making it to your small bridge. Further up the road, you could see the town’s larger bridge and part of the crowd of merchants who gathered around for market. But you had already gone this morning, and were now heading elsewhere.

The willow tree rested today, no wind to stir it.

Continuing past, you made your way across the stone bridge. Though your river was peaceful, it was wide and deep in the middle. Stopping to lean over the edge, you looked back at your reflection far away in the dark water below you. Though there was no breeze, the river still had life, and the image undulated as you watched.

Motion beyond the reflection caught your eye, dashing out of sight before you could focus on it. Maybe a fish? It had caught the light momentarily, and now you stood on your tiptoes, fervently eyeing the water to catch another glimpse.

A shrill shriek sounded, a large splash rapidly following.

You whirled around. At the other side of the bridge, a group of children was gathered, laughter rising from them. One climbed up onto the edge, just in their underthings. They leapt enthusiastically from the side, clutching their knees with their hands before they descended from view.

Cheers rose again as the group rushed forwards, peering over the side as the next splash sounded.

Looking over your shoulder, back to the water, the reflections were now disrupted by the ripples. Something light darted through the waves, but again, it was gone too soon. Probably a trick of the light.

Light frown on your face, you tore your eyes away and approached the gaggle. Some of them noticed you, but soon enough the attention was taken by the next one to launch from the bridge.

Finally catching up to them, you peered over with the others. The three children were splashing around in the water below. It wasn’t as deep as the very middle of the river.

“Join in!” someone nudged you as the next one climbed onto the edge.

Most of the group was a little older than you, but you recognised these children from playing at the river before. A slight flutter of nerves hit you as you watched the next girl jump, thinking it could be you.

But you had come here to swim, and the cries of laughter from below told you it would be alright.

Running to the end of the bridge, you discarded your overgarments in a pile with the others before joining the waiting group, smaller now. One of the older boys gave you a hand up, and you found your toes hanging over the edge, gently rippling water waiting below you.

With a gulping breath, you looked forwards and sprung from the bridge.

For a split second, the cheers from behind met your ears, air rushing past you, before you hit the water. Plunging down in a blur, the cool river engulfed your head, bubbles roaring around your ears.

You plummeted until a force suspended you in the water briefly, then the river shot you back to the surface. Gasping with glee, you opened your eyes, blinking away the droplets clinging to your lashes in order to look around.

To your surprise, you only saw your own legs below you as you trod water. The others had already swum further off.

You were so certain you had felt someone catch you – like a pair of arms had stopped your descent in the water. But your worries were unfounded. You hadn’t accidentally fallen on top of someone.

Getting your bearings in the water, you gasped when your toe met the slimy ground below you. It was almost shallow enough for you to stand up here! Maybe when you grew some more-

“Look out below!”

Startled by the yell from above you, you hurriedly splashed and paddled away, watching another boy drop into the river.

Rays of sun beating down, you enjoyed floating beneath the bridge where you could shelter in the large swath of shade. Giggling surrounded you, and your face was sprayed with refreshing drops as friends splashed each other.

You were rocked by the large wake as some of the boys ran around to jump in again.

Turning away from the laughter and cheers, you gently swum under the bridge. Lazing in the water, you eyed the centre of the river where you had seen the fish earlier. You weren’t quite brave enough to swim that far out.

Instead, you brought yourself closer to one of the bridge’s stone supports, peering around at the empty bank on the other side.

Was Taehyung going to come out today? It was the height of summer, and you couldn’t think where else anyone would want to be other than in the cool water.

Your eyes searched left and right along each bank, but there was nothing beyond the water’s shine as it lapped against the banks. Some of the willow leaves shimmered.

An increase in the racket behind you made you turn away at last. The willow leaves stilled again, a large, dark pair of eyes blinking from behind the cover as your form slipped back under the shadow of the bridge.

When you emerged on the other side of the bridge, it was to the group laughing and waving upstream. In that direction, a shape was visible and growing above the water.

Specks of light from the river danced on the prow of the boat as it approached.

“The fishermen are setting off!”

“Bring back lots!”

Some of the children were announcing.

In the boat, some of the fishermen gathered on the nearest side of the boat, or leaned from the prow. They waved back grinning.

“Take care of your mothers!” they called.

The boat passed, the lot of you bobbing in the wake it left.

“We could chase after them,” you suggested brightly to a girl beside you.

“Let’s chase after them!” she echoed.

A great splashing commenced, all of you propelling yourselves clumsily in the direction of the boat. Some of the older ones made it to the other side of the bridge before the vessel disappeared completely around the next meander, as if swallowed up by the sunlight streaming between the trees.

Already panting, you gave up sooner, splashing and spluttering around until you were able to simply float instead.

Still laughing, the group headed back towards you. They were all tired out enough, making their way towards the shallows.

“I got a lot closer when I played that with Taehyung,” you remarked, “it’s faster if you run.”

But you just got a frown from the nearest boy.

“Who’s Taehyung?” he said.

A few of the others looked around as well. Nearing the edge of the river, they were clambering out over rocks and earth.

“She plays with him, but no one’s ever seen him,” one girl stopped and chipped in, but she was only looking at the boy who questioned you, “my mum told me.”

Slipping over a rock in your attempt to stand, you tried to catch up to them as they went further up the bank, laughing.

“He’s my friend!” you called.

“Aren’t you too old for imaginary friends?” one of the older ones questioned from their spot leaning against the bridge.

Pouting, you finally reached the group at the shore. They were all busy retrieving their clothes, but seemed quite interested in this new topic.

“She’s strange,” someone said, “why did we let her play with us?”

“Why don’t you play with Taehyung instead, next time?”

The group erupted in laughter. Folding your arms defensively, you huffed. Trying to keep your eyes down, you headed forwards to grab your things and leave. Maybe you would go and find Taehyung after all. Even if you didn’t know where to find him. He only came when he wanted to.

As you stormed through, the group parted for you, but you couldn’t see your things anywhere.

A small scuffle caught your attention, muffled laughter.

On the bridge, the boy from earlier was holding something. Reaching over the wall with one hand, it unfolded from his grasp, fabric dangling dangerously towards the water. Gasping, you took a step forwards.

It looked as if one of the eldest was trying to pull him away, but he didn’t pay attention, laughter growing louder as he saw your face.

He let go, and your clothes fell from his fingers. The simple cotton pieces drifted slowly in the air, but their path was certain.

Your feet were already moving, splashing once more in the shallow water and slipping on the riverbed. But there was nothing you could do. Your clothes landed certainly on the surface, growing patches of translucence spreading as they sat there.

Laughter once more filled the air, but faded as the children left, back over the bridge. Even the older boy who gave his younger brother a smack over the head didn’t linger much more.

Paddling determinedly back into the river, the cold was no longer a pleasant respite for you. You had spent enough time in the water, and your damp skin had just been above water, cooling you down more. The drops hitting your face made you frown against the spots of freezing cold which bloomed where they dripped on your cheeks.

Your clothes lay flat on the surface, undulating with the slight current. Simply floating, harmless enough, they still drifted further away. It wasn’t until you had come under the bridge again that you caught up enough to grab them from the water in front of you.

There was no hope for them. Even before you gathered them into your arms, they were utterly soaked.

Clutching them tightly in one arm, you awkwardly swum towards the grassier shore this side of the bridge. You swallowed stubbornly, focussing on your one-armed journey through the water. Cold water enveloped your neck, lapping at your chin as you dipped below the surface a little with the added difficulty staying afloat.

Despite their ruined state, you refused to let go of your bundle of clothes. As your feet found the earthy ground, small pebbles stung your bare feet, but you stumbled towards the shore in any case.

Cascades of water flowed from the fabric even as you stood, the sad clump weighing your arms down.

Some irresistible force was dragging the corners of your mouth down. Sniffing stoically, you finally deposited yourself on the bank, staring out over the water. Soaked and starting to shiver, your will to keep back the sting in your eyes faltered.

The other kids were long gone, not around to see you anymore. All you had was the river, suddenly looking duller and less inviting, and the sodden fabric which chilled you more as it lay pathetically across your lap.

“Are you swimming?”

Shoulders instantly stiffening, your tears were startled to a stop. Blinking rapidly, you twisted to look over your shoulder.

Taehyung stood just behind you, dressed in just a simple shift like your own. His dark hair curled down to his eyes, innocently fixed on you.

“Not anymore.”

You turned your head back towards the river, hoping your eyes didn’t look red. Or that he hadn’t noticed, if they were.

Feet padded softly over the grass and the boy settled at your side. There had been no breeze, but perhaps the air was stiller now. It bit less at your damp skin.

The two of you sat in relative quiet on the riverbank. Water flowed calmly past you, no movement below the surface attracting your eyes as you stared blankly over it. Taehyung shared the stillness with you, not moving or speaking but his presence remained firmly at your side.

Glancing towards him, not enough to meet his eyes, you chewed your tongue. Then you placed one hand on your knee, pushing yourself clumsily from the ground and letting your clothes slide to the floor. Mud stains couldn’t make them any less wearable than they were now.

“I need to go home,” you said.

Taehyung eyed you curiously. Despite your words, you didn’t move.

His gaze shifted back over the water.

“It’s sunny,” he said.

A frown was still etched into your face, but you followed his gaze. Specks of sun bounced off the crests of miniature waves, rays dancing through the grasses and tickling your toes. A sigh left you, some tension melting away.

“Why didn’t you come to play earlier?” you asked quietly.

“I’m here now!” Taehyung smiled by way of explanation, jumping up. His smile was bright and made his cheeks look round. Already, you felt a budding smile making its way to the surface.

“Do you want to swim?” you asked.

Serious for a short moment, he fixed your eyes. “You shouldn’t go back in the water.”

Some relief came to you, although you wondered whether Taehyung must be too hot. He hadn’t been in the water yet, after all.

But there was no time to ask; he spun around and raced a short distance up the bank, leaving you to follow. You were quick to give chase, giggling as he looked back with a beaming grin.

“The trees left sticks!” he exclaimed as you reached the first scattered trees that marked the forest at the edge of your village.

Understanding him perfectly, you instinctively rushed around the base of the trees, looping around Taehyung as you both gathered bundles of twigs.

“Thank you trees!” you called gleefully. Taehyung bowed low to the clump you had visited. He bowed more carefully than you saw even your parents do at the shrines, and it made you eager to join in. Even if your mother frowned at this habit of thanking everything.

Your small pairs of feet pattered back up to the bridge, Taehyung just a step ahead of you as you leant against the edge, panting.

Little more time was spent before you were eager to play, however, both of you leaning over the far edge in sync to drop your sticks into the water. For the first several rounds, you invariably came out on top, smile growing with each win until the children from earlier were far from your mind. The current must have been on your side.

It was only then that the wind picked up, and Taehyung suddenly started winning some. But it was far too fun for you to be upset. You only laughed at Taehyung as he stood proudly with his hands on his hips, intolerable grin lighting up his face.

A fishing boat approached from downstream, and you waved off the bridge at them.

“The sun will go down!” someone called, “you should go home to your mother!”

“I will!” you cried back.

When you turned around, Taehyung was no longer on the bridge. He waited for you on the bank.

Hurrying down to join him, you noticed that the light had grown less intense as it had been at the height of the day. His dark hair cast shadows over his eyes and cheeks as it danced in the scarce breeze.

Ready to say goodnight, you launched forwards and wrapped Taehyung in a tight hug. One arm circled you back, gripping tight as you always did.

This time, his other arm forced its way between you. Breaking apart, you looked in surprise at his hand before realising he was returning your bundle of clothes which had been sat on the bank all this time.

Smiling gladly, you gathered them in your own arms, expecting to find them still damp from the earlier swim and their position on the river grass all afternoon. Instead, they were bone dry.

Starting, you fumbled with them, patting the fabric to check.

Assured, you found the shoulders and let them unfold. You paid no mind to the mud still streaked across it, only happy to have them wearable.

One more smile was directed Taehyung’s way after you slipped it over your head, before you were running back across the bridge and up the hill to your home.

Thunder rolled through the clouds, like drums ringing behind the heavy grey.

Casting your eyes to the raging heavens, you were only met with more rain striking your bare face. The dirt under your racing feet was rapidly turning to mud, each hurried footstep splashing more than the last.

Your arms were folded over your head as you ran. The extent of their shelter was questionable, but you had nothing else to shield yourself with as the cold, wet arrows struck from above.

The storm had come out of nowhere. Totally unexpected, it now shadowed the land like it had always been there, only thickening as the river came in sight.

Everyone else had already taken shelter, but you had been far from home when the weather turned, on an errand for your father. He was occupied with expensive and apparently urgent commissions from the impatient yangban, but his conscience refused him to ignore the family across the river who were due a new baby. They paid him to make the most beautiful pot their money could afford, and though not ornate, you thought it had been gorgeous. You had cradled it even as you rushed to their house, having heard the news that the mother was in labour.

Your father’s work was safely under a dry roof, but the same could not be said for you. No thought was spared for the new arrival anymore, or the omen that this raging storm could mean for its birth.

It wasn’t as if you were averse to the elements, but the water you usually loved spat against your face and the wind tore at you, nearly pushing you off the track you valiantly trod along.

A startling flash of light illuminated the path for a moment before the sky bellowed once more. The remnants of thunder echoed as you finally came to the bridge. Raindrops splatted ferociously against the stone, battering the moss which grew between the cracks.

Instead of running across, your feet instinctively took you downwards, around the side of the bridge to duck underneath it.

There wasn’t a still patch of water in the river, the surface battered relentlessly by the storm.

However, the storm had not set in long ago. The river sloshed in its banks but was only rising slowly.

Your chest heaved but you couldn’t fall against the brick to rest, soaked as it was. Some rain blew under the bridge, but the small sprays were nothing compared to the downpour you had just been subject to.

Resting a hand against the stone, you panted, shoulders relaxing at the lack of rain bombarding your frame. Trickles of water ran down your skin, but that didn’t bother you.

Eyeing the scene from under the bridge’s overhang, the river you knew so well was blurred and obscured by the determination of the sky. Jumping at another jolt of lightning, you bit your lip at the thunder that roared again soon after.

Your house wasn’t too far, but you knew the cascade your road would become in such rain, the hill sending all water rushing to its home in the river. It was summer after all, and with any luck this would be a passing, though fierce, shower. Well, perhaps ‘shower’ was too light a term.

However, the impossible crescendo of the rain combined with the endless dark clouds that had invaded the sky gave you reason to doubt your initial hopes.

Though you had been sure every inch of you was wet, you became aware of cool water soaking into your shoes. Jumping back from the sensation, you looked to the ground. The river lapped higher up the bank as you watched, crawling over the mud and stones.

With a gulp, you inched back, but the room under the bridge was undeniably shrinking.

When the thunder bellowed, it bounced around your small hiding space. The rain showed no sign of ceasing.

It was clear the situation would not change the way you wanted, but in your indecision you glanced outside once more, as if to remind yourself the rain was still there.

Your eyes fell on something else instead.

Squinting, you stepped forwards, nearly slipping but not taking your eyes off the figure.

You weren’t imagining it. Someone else was out there, standing a little further along the bank. Perfectly still, as if they hadn’t noticed the storm at all.

You looked about wildly, but of course no one else was there to see it too. The person continued to stand, looking out over the growing waves in the river. The wind buffeted their dark curls, raking it back away from their face-

Water flooded over the top of your foot, icy droplets sliding inside your shoe. With a shriek, you hopped away, looking back at the river, offended.

With barely enough space for your remaining foot, you were forced out from the bridge’s shelter to escape the river’s advance.

Rain striking your face again, you turned towards the spot you had seen them. Already, you knew inside you who it was.

He had moved, and your eyes raced around the drenched riverbank until you caught sight of a black mop of hair between the rushes further away. The rushes that were steadily being submerged, water climbing up their lengths.

As you watched, the rushes swung wildly in the gusts, almost totally obscuring the movement of the person behind them. Towards the rising water.

The patch of rushes swayed and bucked, and they were gone.

“TAEHYUNG!!”

Your yell was almost instantly lost to the storm, but your feet were pounding forwards, sliding over the soaked grasses that were rapidly engulfed in mud.

You couldn’t see him – he had been right there, heading towards the river.

Not stopping, you raced after your friend. Of all the times to be at the river, now was not one. Ignore the fact that you were there too. You didn’t want the place where you forged your memories with Taehyung to be the place you also lost him-

Forcefully stopping that terrifying thought, you simply plunged onwards. Not flinching when cold river water splashed around your ankles, another boom shaking the heavens.

“TAEHYUNG!” you cried again, parting the rushes with your arms and bursting through them, only to be met with yet more emptiness. The tall leaves were reaching past your head now, their dancing peaks blocking your view as you fruitlessly splashed in circles, stumbling onwards in blind hope of finding your friend.

Water sucked and slopped against your waist, skirt becoming sodden and heavy.

Struggling to step again, your foot met a rock which tumbled sideways next second. Nothing to catch yourself on but the bendable reeds, you lost your footing, plummeting towards the water.

Lightning washed the nightmare in white. In that split second, bright eyes turned towards you.

Your head disappeared below the water.

Currents caused by the rain swelling the river tangled themselves around your legs, pulling you down. But not seconds later, they loosened their hold.

Water retreated from your face, replaced by the rain which almost felt like a comfort despite being just as relentless as before. Gasping in a breath, you blinked thick drops from the river out of your eyes.

Hands were hauling you up, gentle but powerful. Under your arms, they lifted you so you were left scrabbling to stand on the treacherous stones again. Elsewhere, the river still thrashed in its banks, rising more and more, but the reeds must have provided some shelter here. The water slid placidly around you, allowing you to be pulled to shore.

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you finally rid yourself of the water blinding you. Looking back at you was Taehyung.

He had grown lately, standing just a little above your own height, and he looked down at you with intensity swimming in those dark eyes, cast into more shadow under the darkness imposed by the looming storm clouds.

Finally reaching the water’s edge, you walked after him, the hem of your skirt splattering torrents of water onto the ground. His clothes did not do the same, but you were too gripped by shivering to notice.

“What are you doing out?” he asked directly, one hand lifting to comb your saturated hair from your face. Cold moisture was replaced by warmth.

“What about you?” you fired back, though weakened as you stood shaking. “I-I saw you, in the river…”

He gulped visibly, grabbing your wrist softly but enough to lead you further up the bank. His breathing quickened, his manner fidgety as his eyes darted across the river, drawing his lips together.

“This is my home,” he said distractedly, “not yours. You should be up the hill.”

He started bundling you over the bridge. Already, heat was returning to you and your shivers subsiding. At the far side, you pushed back against his touch, bringing you both to a stop.

“Come with me,” you breathed.

“It’s rising,” Taehyung muttered, eyes on the river. You weren’t sure he was even aware he spoke.

“Come inside,” you insisted, your turn to pull on his wrist this time. Desperate to get him away from the writhing river, so much more menacing than you had ever seen it.

Whirling back to you, Taehyung withdrew from your grasp, suddenly intensely focussed back on you. Stepping back towards him, you tried to bring him with you again, but he didn’t reach for you.

“It isn’t safe. Please go.”

“Taehyung-“

“I’ll see you soon.”

Taking your hands firmly in his own, he looked at you with earnest eyes. You didn’t notice the rain still assaulting you both, too breathless from the realisation that he wouldn’t back down.

You bit your lip.

“You’ll be okay?”

“Yes, yes,” he gently pushed you away, “but these closest houses won’t be… you need to go- if I don’t…”

His voice trailed off, last cryptic words obscured in a tide of thunder that ripped through the sky.

Somehow, you trusted him. Even though you knew it was insanity to leave your friend out in this, you knew you believed him. And if he had to go, you knew you would see him the next time you came down to the river.

With a small nod, almost an affirmation to yourself, you turned around.

As you knew it would be, the road up the hill that greeted you was more of a river in itself by now. Running into the flowing stream, you felt the downpour heavier against your face the further you got from Taehyung.

A few paces drew you level with the riverside houses. A rising roar the moment you reached them had you fooled for a moment, thinking more thunder was stirring up. But the following crash of waves had you turning abruptly back to the river.

Behind you, where you had just left Taehyung standing, the river had transformed into an ugly, writhing mass, large waves plunging downstream like a fearsome serpent. It erupted from its banks, water murky and angrier than you had ever seen your peaceful stretch of river.

Brown wash swirled wildly with no regard to the banks that usually constrained it. A wave frayed with white crashed over the bridge, the path you had just taken lost to the insatiable currents.

You were frozen, shivers creeping back in as you found yourself unable to move under the rain.

Your feet were the only islands as water continued to rush past them, drawn to the growing beast below. The storm continued to fuel the flood, but miraculously, most water seemed to rush out towards the forest rather than rising further up the banks.

“Y/N!”

A desperate call of your name cut through the howling storm and roaring river. It came from behind you.

Finally tearing your eyes from what had become of your river, a blue grew clearer through the curtain of rain.

Your mother ran down the hill. Her hand reached for you, gesturing for you to come. Her hair rapidly flattened against her forehead with water, but she focussed only on you.

Finally, you could go home.

Splashing in the waterfall below your feet, you began to run back to her.

The river was still swollen, and you weren’t allowed on the bridge. You had to walk up to the bigger one by the market in order to cross.

Your father carefully led you as the track became wilder, the nearer to the forest you got. The mud showed no sign of drying, still eager to swallow up your uncertain steps.

Everyone in the town was keen to visit the shrines after the awful storm. They didn’t even need your wise woman’s advice to convince them of the necessity.

“You can place the fish,” your mother told you, handing you one of the baskets. “to show our respect to the river spirit.”

“And our reverence,” your father chimed in, “they’ve made clear their displeasure, we need to appease them again.”

They hardly needed to explain these things to you; you had visited the shrines with them since before you could remember. You watched your parents carefully place rice at the foot of the shrine and kneel, appearing deep in thought for a long moment.

As they drew back, you followed suit with the fish. But as you bent your head, you were unable to direct your thoughts to the river spirit. Instead, your mind spun back to Taehyung, standing on the riverbank before the flood. How was it that you felt no worry for him? Somehow, you felt sure the spirit had taken care of him, too.

You thanked it.

“Some may be displeased,” your mother was saying behind you, “but the river spirit saved our town from that anger. I heard that the forest was wrecked by the flood, trees torn up all along the river. But our houses were untouched.”

Taehyung hadn’t come today. That was okay, sometimes he didn’t.

You remembered the storm a few years ago, when you hadn’t seen him for a week. Every day, you had gone down to watch the water which turned back to its normal shade gradually, recovering from the rampage it had been on in the flood.

You remembered the day you realised he would always come back. After a walk to the shrine, taking in the now empty offering baskets, you had crossed back in the evening to find him waiting for you.

You remembered the spot where he had stood, the same place you left him before the waters had risen from the banks.

Now, lying on the grass, you let your eyes drift lazily to that spot on the other bank where you had found him, his eyes creasing in a gentle smile as you had gasped, running to him.

Drowsy, your eyes wandered, catching sight of a flicker in the sky. Perhaps you were dreaming already – there was a silvery ribbon-like dart flying between the golden clouds. It reminded you of the fish that darted in the water, the way a flash of light bounced off it in its swirling motions through the air.

It also awoke some brief memory in you, but it blurred in a haze with all your times with Taehyung. Something just out of reach…

You squinted against the brief dazzle of light, and when you focussed again, it had gone.

Yep, probably your imagination.

A smile settled your own face, thrown into shade by the dusty pink light of early sunset. Somehow, even lying beside the river felt like you were with Taehyung. This had been the setting of your friendship from the start, so long ago you could barely remember.

And though you had never figured out whose son he was, where he dwelled, you knew him better than anyone. His regard for the river, the way he would talk to the wind like an old friend. Every minutiae of those turbulent eyes, the way his hands would card through your hair…

“You’ll get cold sleeping out here.”

Roused by the voice, your eyes fluttered open. The fingertips running through your hair were real.

Slowly blinking, you took in those familiar eyes, dark as they always were. A gentle wind teased his flowing hair as he smiled at you, a soft chuckle coming from his throat as he saw you waking. His voice had grown deeper these past years.

He shifted backwards, hands leaving your head as he moved to rest beside you. Awkwardly sitting up, you stretched out a slight stiffness in your neck.

“I’m not cold,” you retorted, quite truthfully.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking in what was a familiar smirk. With a shake of his head, he turned his eyes to the water. The sun was practically dipping below the treeline now, showing how long you had drifted for. Molten gold had replaced the blue water running between the riverbanks.

“You’d rather stay asleep and not see me, I get it,” he teased.

His laughter boomed as you rolled your eyes. Eyes in crescents, he flopped back to lean on his lanky arms. Better to look at the irked fondness on your face.

“Silly, why do you think I’m out here at all?” you huffed.

“Of course you love me,” he said matter-of-factly, almost keeping the smile out of his voice.

Not knowing quite what to say to that, you pushed down the odd feeling he had stirred up and turned to watch the river with him.

A shadowy breeze teased the rushes. Their ghostly shushing rose from silhouettes, only the glistening water catching the last sparks of sun, waves glittering like embers as they tripped downstream.

It occurred to you that you probably should be cold, having dozed off out here. The playful wisps of breeze that dragged through your hair weren’t exactly warm.

Still, you smiled at it. Before even turning your head, you knew what Taehyung’s thick waves would look like as they flowed in the wind, almost like water themselves. The same shiny hair as the young boy who found your boat all those years ago had.

“You are late,” you finally spoke.

There was never an agreement between you, no arrangements of your next meeting. But you enjoyed coming to the river with or without him, and you knew before long you would always see him again.

Today, you were thankful for the long summer evenings, even if they stretched less and less as summer wore on. It gave you and Taehyung some stolen time, while normally you would have to run home this late.

“They’re dumping fish back in the water at Jugeon,” came his reply.

The lower notes of his voice shone through, his tone sombre. The buttery light on his tanned skin threw his frown into deep shadow.

His gaze rested on the river, but was truly far away.

You were used to Taehyung’s thoughts coming from nowhere, but it still threw you. News from that far took a long time to arrive here. Gulping back questions of how he had travelled three towns in just a day, or whether he was from there, you simply asked, “why?”

“Trading. Prices. I don’t know,” he sighed deeply, “it’s not right. I… The river gave them as food for people, and all it gets is death in return.”

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze from Taehyung to the water. What he told you didn’t sit right with you either. For what good reason would you risk displeasing the spirits like that, for one thing?

“We can take care of the river.”

And maybe it was childish, to believe you could make such a promise. But when Taehyung lay back in the grass by your side, he smiled at you.

Taehyung still liked to climb trees.

As he hung from a branch, calling for you to catch him if he jumped down, you could so vividly see the gleeful child you had played with years ago. The boxy smile between round cheeks, the mischievous glint in his dark eyes as you laughed at him.

Only a second later, all you saw was your inevitable doom, as what was not a small child anymore but a nearly-grown man plummeted towards you.

Somewhere among your scrambled reflexes, you stumbled backwards, while holding your arms out in some misguided hope of actually catching him. And you screamed.

Your yell choked off as you bumped against the ground, the forest floor handily having tripped you up. Air whooshed from your lungs, and then time slowed down.

You were hardly conscious of taking another breath. Where you had fallen, Taehyung had landed over you. Clearly, his plan to scare you had paid off, and he was perfectly capable of getting down by himself all along.

Feet either side of your own, he braced himself with one arm beside your head. His face hovering above yours was all you could focus on.

His crooked grin only grew at the sight of your startled state.

With a movement all too sudden for the illusion you seemed to be under, he pushed himself away to sit back on his haunches. Forcing your limbs into action, you stiffly sat up.

“You alright?” he asked, smile dimming fractionally.

Your mouth was strangely dry. You swallowed.

“Don’t do that,” you finally laughed, breathy and nervous. It was all it took to put him at ease, smile back to its full glory and bubbling over into a laugh.

“Should have seen your face,” he teased, leaning across to help you up.

It was so easy to play with him. The teasing roll of your eyes and the faux annoyance as you muttered playful retorts came so easily; it was almost enough for you to ignore the touch of his skin as you accepted his hand up.

Side by side now, you walked slowly between the trees. Feet scuffling through the carpet of leaves the forest laid down each autumn, you occasionally brushed shoulders with Taehyung, laughter intertwining in the air.

The steady tinkle of trickling water told you you had nearly made your way back to the river.

A small stream hurried through the undergrowth over stones and between drooping grass. Hopping over first, Taehyung turned to give you his hand, which you held lightly as you followed him across.

As you returned to the river, the sky grew greyer and greyer. There was too much cloud today for the sunset to be anything but a slow retreat into darkness.

Taehyung was laughing at a joke you made when the willow tree came in sight. The joyous sound you loved to hear was quickly replaced by the shushing of the trees boughs. Tae sighed, promptly calling an end to the light-hearted atmosphere.

His feet slowed, dragging in the dying leaves.

“You should get back,” he turned his eyes to where the moon would be, though all that could be seen of her light was a faint white bleeding through the mist, “the mercenaries will be out before long.”

You never wanted to leave. But these days, it wasn’t as if you could stay, hang off his arm and beg for one more game.

You were grown, and you very well knew he was right. Tensions had been escalating, your parents told you – with whom you didn’t know – but now the men of your town would wander around after dark with their swords at their hips.

Even the words past his lips saw Taehyung’s smile vanish.

Something was hurting him lately. After all these years, there was nothing in his heart that you couldn’t read through his face, his actions. If only you knew what caused it.

It was probably true that your face betrayed the same things. Stepping away, you looked at each other. You felt no need to smile, wave and pretend. You just looked.

Then you walked away, parting the willow and letting the leaves swing behind you, Taehyung obscured behind their curtain.

Lamps flickered on in the houses you walked past up the hill. The smell of rice and laughter drifted from them. A bolt sliding shut made a grating noise as you turned the corner. The eldest son at the end of the road was stepping out into the evening, weapon unmistakeably sheathed at his side.

Tearing your eyes away, you slipped into your own house.

The familiar sight of your mother’s back greeted you. She was working on something.

Only vaguely curious, you rounded the room to greet her. Then you saw it.

The dim yellow of the lamps glinted off the fabric, no doubt silk. Deep and jewel-blue, it lay in glistening folds across her lap while her needle picked out fine gold among the other embroidery already lacing the garment.

It took her a moment to look up from her work, but she caught your awed expression.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she smiled.

You nodded, but were still puzzled. Where on earth had she got something like this?

“What is it?”

“It’s a wedding gown, dear.”

You blinked.

“A wedding gown?”

“Of course we’re starting to think of when you should marry, you are at the age. We’ve begun speaking about a good match.”

Your eyes slid down from your mother’s peaceful face. Now, the fabric looked heavy, light glaring too bright against its oppressive dark colour. The embroidery was tacky, too much crammed in. Too delicate, too heavy.

Too much.

“A good match?” you echoed, hollow.

Shifting, your mother placed the funeral robes to one side. Stood, walked towards you.

You didn’t look at her face but her hands were real where they held your own. Soft.

“You know we would rather keep you for longer,” she was joking. Pinching your cheek. “But with all that’s going on, it should be done sooner.”

“What does all that have to do with me? Why marry among the fighting?”

“Because it is not here yet,” she assured, “and now is the time to gain prosperity. Make a home, a family. Your father is not needed as much for his skills when all that is needed are weapons. We just want what’s best for you.”

You swallowed hard. Lifted your gaze to your mother’s. Steadfast, they glistened but any tears remained unshed. Her mouth curved into a thin smile. Her hands trembled.

“And this is… what’s best?” you spoke weakly.

Pushing her lips together, trying to keep the smile on, she nodded.

You waited until the last lamp died. Held your breath as your parents’ steps padded through the house. Until they didn’t anymore.

Poking your head around the door, tiptoeing to the end of the hall, felt almost childlike, if it wasn’t for the lack of a smile on your face. No bubbling nerves as you sat bolt straight on your bed, waiting. No attempts to hide mischievous laughter. Only a fearful intent as you dropped quietly through the window and eyed your dark road for mercenaries.

All the lamps were out. Moonlight barely filtered through the mist which dampened the senses, blurred the hill you knew by heart.

Even the river seemed silenced tonight.

Only hours ago you had seen Taehyung. It was nothing more than blind hope that brought you back here so soon. At a loss, all you could think to do was go to him.

The bridge was encased in the thickest mist yet. It was as if strands blown down the river had snagged, cocooning it.

Glancing quickly around at the long open road beside the river, you stepped into the dense fog. You practically knew every flagstone on this bridge by touch.

It sloped up, and down, guiding you to the bank where the fog was little better. You kept walking.

At first sight of the dark figure through the mist, you tensed up. But it was hardly long enough to put a falter in your step, your body recognising Taehyung’s silhouette before your mind could catch up.

The eerie coating of cloud drifted away as you neared, revealing him under the moonlight.

He faced the water, the back of his head thick with curls picked out by the moon. Without a sound from you, he turned. Once more, you knew you reflected perfectly the sad look in his eyes. Silvery light danced there, but more striking was the darkness rippling underneath, unfathomable.

No words needed for now, you moved to sit by his side. The river dragged on.

“Aren’t you going to tell me it’s late?”

A breath of his laugh fell dead in the mist.

“Why should I? You’re well aware, but here you are.”

Silence, for a moment.

“So are you,” you tried weakly to tease him. A delay to the inevitable, a leaf to be washed away in the current.

He let a kind silence settle. The river trudged on and the mist huddled, shelter for your secrets.

You took a breath.

“They want me to marry.”

Speaking it to the water was almost unbearable. The words out loud were too real. Too nervous to turn, to see Taehyung’s reaction, you missed the way he stiffened at your revelation, busy instead grappling with the heavy, nauseous feeling in your stomach.

“Now’s a good time. Maybe the only time.”

Taehyung’s response was measured. Low, like it would slip from his control if he didn’t push it down

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

Courageous enough at last, you looked at him. Taehyung’s hands gripped the riverbank, shoulders taught.

“Who?”

You were right – his voice did slip, and it was raw and desperate. He was trying so hard to look at the water, but couldn’t stop himself from slowly turning to face you too.

“I hadn’t really thought about it– ” you repeated “– only, now I have, I realised… I never wanted to marry anyone else.”

Lips hanging slightly open, his face slackened imperceptibly as your words sunk in. His hand had moved, relinquished his grip on the grass. He was leaning towards you, as if the earth was tipping you together. Neither were you immune to the magnetic pull of his eyes, and maybe it was the mist that blurred your surroundings, leaving nothing but him in focus.

“Can’t we?” you breathed, words lighter than the mist itself.

You watched his eyes and already knew the answer.

The way his gaze deepened, dragging away from your own and tracking across your face, down… Your eyes, too, were drawn to his lips. They closed gently, and he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing. And your gazes lifted as one, fixed on the other.

You knew what it meant, knew his actions even before he moved. The way he looked at you…

Like he was memorising it for the last time.

Shoulders dropping, he moved away. Taking back the uncharted territory that had been breached moments ago.

Somehow, it didn’t surprise you. There must be reason for his hiding, the fact no one else in the town knew him, or even saw him. Your parents already disapproved of you continuing to spend time alone with a man, but someone so hidden was yet more cause for worry.

But if this was to signal the end, you had to know.

“Why?”

To your surprise, he stood. At the first few paces away towards the fog, panic charged through you.

“Taehyung!” you pleaded, jumping up to follow him, “Taehyung, please-”

A cold impact on your cheek told you you were crying. Just as the second made a path down your skin, accompanied by a shuddering breath, Taehyung turned. His eyes held yours steadily, even as tears welled and spilled from your own.

Something in his intense gaze halted all protests on your lips. Determination.

He had stopped, as had you. Heart seized with dread, you could only watch. Was he saying goodbye?

Your fears increased as he began to be engulfed by the mist. But wait- he wasn’t moving backwards. The mist was creeping forwards, its tendrils obscuring him partially, a veil. His eyes shone through.

How they shone, you suddenly realised you could not explain. The moonlight was not penetrating this fog.

Stunned, you stayed transfixed. Something around Taehyung seemed to change, shift, his clothes billowing in the non-existent wind until they grew. Large, silvery and frayed, they were ruffled by a breeze, except…

They were not threads of clothes but whiskers of a dragon. A dragon with dark hair along its back, the same flowing curls forming a mane around its head.

Taehyung’s eyes had not moved.

Gaping, you could not speak. The dragon was huge, serpentine and poised on legs with large talons, tail stirring up the mist behind it… behind him.

You didn’t need to be told that this was Taehyung. Beyond the fact you had just seen him transform, his eyes were the same. And they betrayed the same sadness now as the boy you had just whispered your confession to.

One step. Another. You crossed to him where he stood, waiting.

Tentatively, you held a hand up. Hovered just inches from his face. For a breath, you looked at each other, before he gracefully dipped his head to meet your palm.

He had to bow to come to your level, but you pressed your forehead against him, between his eyes. His snout and jaws, which must hold such power, rested placidly against you.

Your eyes shut as you held him close, and after several moments, you felt arms circle you again. It was Taehyung as you knew him, his forehead touching your own and those curls tumbling down to his eyes.

“You’re not meant for my world,” you murmured.

Taehyung held you closer at that, one hand lifting to your head. You felt the vibrations as he spoke next.

“We were meant for each other’s,” he pledged. “But… not this way. With-with marriage, and this war…”

The hands that gripped you trembled.

Pulling back, you hurriedly brought your hands to cup his cheeks. He tried to look down, but he could never hide the cracks coming through.

“Tae…” you pleaded as his breaths grew ragged. Your thumbs smoothed along the ridge of his cheeks as a tear fell.

He cast his gaze then back over the river, water the same deep black as his eyes. It was perfectly still, shrouded in mist and lazy moonlight. Unshed tears swam in his eyes.

“This is my river…”

He chewed the inside of his cheek for a second. Still looped around your back, his arms held you close, where you could pick up on his every move. Your chest ached with yearning, to bring him to you even when he was physically so near…

The night revolved around his every word as he continued.

“I haven’t been here that long… but it’s mine, and I belong to it. There are older dragons who are just as angry, and they set fire to the ships. But it’s my river, and I never let anyone die here. I-I can lay people and creatures to rest when they should, but I never let anyone drown… be killed.

“But now… there’s too many. The fighting is coming closer, and there are more ships. I can’t” –his voice cracked– “I can’t save them all.”

All you could do was hold him tightly as he let himself finally fall into your embrace. Your chest felt tight just hearing his pain, muffled cries and whimpers against you as you carefully lowered you both back to the ground.

“You don’t have to, Tae,” you assured him quietly, not really sure if he heard. You rubbed his back and continued your mutterings, “this is the humans’ war, not yours. You’re doing all you can. But you have me. I won’t leave you.”

At some point, Taehyung’s crying and your whispers had faded, leaving the two of you slumped against each other, tangled up with your head lying on top of his as you looked out across the water.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, “all of you. And your river…”

It felt so right that you had always had such a connection with this water, its banks and its bridge. It felt like an old friend. Perhaps it was, after all.

Tae sniffed, swiped at his watery eyes.

“You always came back,” he said, voice a little gruff.

Squeezing him lightly, a sad smile graced your lips as you stared across your river.

“Of course,” your replied, “and I always will. I promise.”

“Promise,” he echoed.

Shifting in your embrace, he moved to untangle the two of you somewhat. Just your shoulders leaned against each other. Sighing, you gazed over his tanned skin in the moonlight, tear tracks fading already.

“Let me help you. You look after the river, the town… and me.”

His hand raised, cupping the side of your face with elegant fingers that trailed through your hair.

There was that look again.

“I always want to help you.”

“So let me take care of you too,” you insisted, your own fingers curling around his own, capturing his hand where it hovered beside your face. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

Those promises rang in your ears.

Your parents’ backs grew smaller as you watched their journey downhill from the window. Bags clutched at their shoulders as they headed for the port.

“Look after them,” you muttered, eyes fixed on the glimmer of river you could see from here.

In your hand lay a pendant your father had pressed into your hands before you left. It was the one he had made for your birthday, a lifetime ago, when you thought you had imagined the dragon snaking through the sky.

Its blue glaze that swirled along the bottom always reminded you of your river, your safe place. Your Taehyung.

Fastening it around your neck, you turned away from the window. Walked through your house without much aim.

What had started, months, even years ago as hints of unrest, trouble with shipments and stories of quarrels brought back with the fishermen, had only grown.

You had grown used to seeing convoys going past the village, horses and armour and weapons glinting hungrily. Your own townsmen had begun patrols, but still the clash of swords was rare.

But still, nothing would stop it. Someone far away, whose name you would never know, wanted something. Wanted your peace, wanted your river.

And now the next town was on fire.

That morning, you had awoken to shouting, and smoke billowing over the hills. Strangers had run into your town, clothes charred and clutching pouches. Swarmed into boats or knelt crying at the corners.

They were coming up the river. Your parents had wasted no time.

Chests lay open, fabrics spilling from them, all but the essential clothes left behind. Cascading from one, its folds pooling on the floor, was the deep blue wedding gown. Forgotten like some common rag.

Stepping over it, you came to stand at your doorway. The road was barren.

You had sworn to stay with Taehyung nearly two months ago, but you could remember every word. Every utterance that you knew kept you tied to this place. Still, never were you tempted to take it back.

You stepped out, made your way to the river. But you had no bags like the others, and weren’t travelling to the bigger bridge where boats were fleeing. Descending the nearest bank, your feet were steady.

Moving past the rushes, standing tall as ever, you nestled yourself among the willow’s hanging branches.

The boats left. One by one, you watched them slink away until they were obscured by the forest, carried round the turn. You could almost imagine it was the fishermen going out to sea, that they would be back around that meander before two sunsets.

But the boats were crammed with people, leaning over the sides to catch a last glimpse of their town.

The ripples faded from their wake. The sun was making its curtain call when Taehyung came behind you.

“It’s late.”

His arms curled around your waist, cheek pressing against the side of your head.

“Is it too late?” you replied.

“They’re wise to leave,” he said.

But neither of you could.

You walked, slow through the forest. The sun was paling, watery rays piercing the canopy as you moved beneath it. What else was there to do?

The town would only be occupied by mercenaries and cavalry sent by the city. But you had no wish to be there, when you could be with Taehyung. Passing the stream that ran without fail, the willow you had swung from as youngsters, the outcrop where Tae had dragged you to slide along the frozen winter river. The countless trees you had scaled, and fallen from, together.

Though the memories were nothing but ghosts, and though you waited for some inevitable shattering of the stillness, you found you had never shaken that five-year-old eagerness to find your friend by the river to play.

As always seemed to happen, you settled on a bank. Maybe the laughter was a little stifled today, but the air was never free of it when you were together.

A lull came.

“Thank you.”

Taehyung’s voice had shifted, suddenly more bashful that you blinked in surprise.

“Tae?”

The eyes that met yours were creased in a smile. Biting his lip, he tried to keep it in check, as if embarrassed to smile too brightly at a time like this.

“Thank you for staying,” he beamed.

Then he kissed you.

His soft lips against yours sent you soaring instantly. The river faded away, only the cool light bathing your eyelids as they slid shut, feeling the ecstasy of the kiss.

Unhurried, his lips moved against your own, creating sparks like fireflies that spread through your limbs. Fingertips grazed your jaw, one last savouring motion before you slowly pulled away. Awed, your eyes took a moment to flutter open.

Tae’s smile had softened, warm adoration pouring from his gaze. You must look the same.

After a breath, or maybe forever, his eyes flickered away. His hand rested by yours on the ground, but he withdrew it.

Still warm from his kiss, you blinked slowly, only now picking up on his faraway look. He sat up straighter.

A moment later, he blinked, staggered up reeling. From what, you could only guess as he turned breathlessly to you. Fumbling hands found yours.

“I’m sorry-” he panted, already distracted, looking past you, “I have to go-”

The wind picked up around you, swirling and pulling at you from every direction, only his hands anchoring you.

They slipped from yours. In front of you, Taehyung surrendered himself to the wind and transformed, the muscular dragon standing tall on the bank instead. Not a moment later, he pounced into the wind, a vigorous swish of his tail propelling him above the trees, leaving you behind.

You were left standing. Taking a deep breath, you let your hands fall back to your sides.

You turned back to the town.

The closer you came through the trees, the faster your feet scuffed through the undergrowth, stumbling in your hurry as you began to hear shouts. A faint undertone of metal colliding only grew louder.

The willow tree was the last remaining barrier. Hurrying towards it, you caught yourself on its trunk.

A bang rocked the skies, loud as thunder but it was over fast, deafening and cruel. Firing a bolt of fear through your chest.

Pushing aside the leafy curtain, you stared.

Orange glowed over the far end of town, beyond the larger bridge. Black was rising above it, harsh as it twisted into the sky. On that same bridge, men were collected at the bank, struggling to push back against other figures running along the bridge, silhouetted by the violent glow.

There were boats stacked up on the water, but you could not make out how many. You saw them rock as the river started to churn, angrily shaking the vessels of the intruders.

More shouts. Stepping out from your secluded place, hooves thundered closer as a rider yelled from behind a helmet. A small pack followed soon after, skidding around to dash upstream. Fleeing. Away from the heat now blazing at the top of your hill.

Were they attacking from that side too?

Your feet pounded up the bank, racing to the bottom of your road as the devastation encroached. Flames licked the rooftops, taunting orange and red as it devoured without care.

Gulping, you backed away to the little bridge. You should warn Taehyung – but where would he be? The skies, the water?

Hurrying to the side of the bridge, your hands gripped the stone as you leaned over recklessly, searching the waves beneath.

A sliver of light, caught by something darting underneath.

“They’re coming from the hill too!” you called.

The light stilled, then flashed away, melting into the depths.

Chest heaving, you stared at the spot for a moment longer before pulling yourself back. A glimpse back where you had come showed nothing more than a blur of raging light, leaving you totally unable to distinguish the streets you knew.

Unable to escape the rising dread, you clamped your mouth shut. Your feet backed away slowly, instinctively, but you couldn’t quite rip your horrified gaze from the scene.

Another roaring blast stole your attention. From the side of a boat a way upstream burst a ball of sparks. It plummeted into the wreckage that remained that side of the river. There was no saving it now.

One last painful glance, and you ran. The bridge taking you down to the other shore.

No sooner had your feet left the stone than another explosion rang out, more sparks exploding into the dying day. You felt its heat knock you back, along with the terrifying realisation that your only path of escape was up in flames too.

Changing course once more, you raced back up the bridge, but could not go further than halfway as both sides were equally ablaze.

Your eyes desperately travelled to the source of the fires and the violence, the cluster upriver. The wind bellowed furiously down its course, tugging the choppy surface until a wave grew, swiped at the fire nearest its banks like a cornered wildcat.

Another boom, sparks collided with the water and it fell, splashing uselessly on the scorched earth.

“Taehyung!” you cried. But your voice was lost to the fighting.

The waters raged, blue spikes of waves now edged in the gold of sunset. They could barely be distinguished from the jagged fire jeering at you as it surrounded your bridge.

Battering your face, clawing at your clothes, the wind whirled around you. Either that or the oppressive heat of the fire that loomed closer, the air shimmering with deadly intent wherever you looked.

The cracks bursting from inside the fire were hardly different to the cannons that had first given it life.

In panic, you clambered up, any hope of getting away. The stone under your feet held firm, as it had since you jumped off this ledge as a child.

Stilling, you took a shuddering breath.

Twisting your head, you looked down at the water. Dark, unlike the blinding fires. Cold, unlike this stifling war.

Home, like Taehyung.

You turned.

Lifting your eyes up, you stared down the river, searching for any sign of him. But it was just you and the stone beneath your feet, nothing in front to separate you from your fate.

“Taehyung!” you called.

And with all the trust in the world, you stepped.

The fiery wind was replaced, engulfed by the icy waters that thrashed around you, closed over your head. Empty water charged around you, buffeting your limbs and pushing you this way, and that.

Sinking, you rolled over in the current, falling…

Caught.

Indistinguishable at first from the limbs of the currents, two flows of water wrapped around you, holding you still at last. They grew stronger, solid in the water as Taehyung encased you, clutching you to his chest, your head tucked under his chin.

Wrapped in his arms, you were suspended in the water. Blinking in the flurry of the river around you, you caught sight of those curls, flowing like the water themselves.

The fire blazed above, red staining the surface. But here, resting against a firm chest and weightless as the water carried you, you were safe.

You closed your eyes.

Water no longer pressed in on you. Your skin was warm, not cold like you last remembered.

Experimentally moving one hand, you felt grass brushing against your fingers. You breathed in, the taste of flowers on the air.

It was light when you opened your eyes, but not the infernal glow you had just run from. Or perhaps more time had passed than you thought… you weren’t in your town anymore.

Sitting at last, you found yourself on a riverbank. At least, you thought it was. The only problem was that there was no river, only a dip in the land, filled with boulders that stretched through an otherwise green field. The grasses were lush green and bent in the peaceful wind.

Most puzzling was your lack of panic as you found yourself looking around at totally unfamiliar surroundings. The last thing you knew was being held safe in Taehyung’s arms.

A little way down the bank there was a round statue, a smiling face etched on the front.

The sky was a calm blue and stretched endlessly, littered with fluffy clouds. And something moving between them-

The dragon swirled closer through the great blue, dark curls flowing like water. As he touched down just a short distance away, you climbed to your feet.

Taehyung shed his dragon form and walked towards you through the grass.

“Taehyung!” you called, speeding up to jog over to him.

His eyes lifted, as welcoming as the arms he held out towards you. Rushing happily into them, you collided, uncaring about the impact as you buried your head in his shoulder and hugged his middle enthusiastically.

“Where are we?” you spoke, muffled, almost as an afterthought.

He breathed in slowly. His hands were grounding at your shoulders.

“I told you I would protect you.”

“You.. you brought me here?”

Pulling away from him, you took another look around. The arms still holding you loosened, but stayed there.

“Where… where is here? And the town…”

Following your gaze, Taehyung hummed thoughtfully. He pulled you closer as he watched the empty bed where a river should lie.

“I can feel my river from here – maybe I can take you back with me?”

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Set the scene: Taehyung reads Yn's diary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tethered pt. 2 | jjk

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 10k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, friendship betrayal, mention of drugs/alcohol, smut [ cunnilingus, rough sex, ...idk how else to describe it ] reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. long awaited part 2! the amount of love i received from part one was overwhelming and it means to world to meet that so many people instantly fell in love with this couple. another part is already in the works!

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker @cuntessaiii @nikkiordonez12 @ilikekpop-c @busanbby-jjk @xjjk187 @aloverga @kookcobain @mzeji @bxcndd @hoseokteardrop @canyon-lwt @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @jksteponme @parkinglot-nights @chromekingkong @jk97bam [ if i didn't tag u it's because tumblr didn't allow me to! ]

part one | masterlist | ao3 | buy me a coffee?

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” Somi is glaring daggers at you upon opening the front door, arms crossed across her chest as she eyes you. Her lips are twisted into a disgusted snarl, you’ve never seen her this upset before.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Find out about what?”

She cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes at you. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Fuck, you’re screwed. If there were a list of all the reasons why you shouldn’t have had sex with Jeon Jungkook, the simple fact of him being your best friend’s brother would be number one.

With closed eyes, you let out a relieved sigh. As much as you wanted to wait to tell Somi about hooking up with Jungkook, it’d be an enormous weight off your shoulders not having to hide it any longer. It’d only been a few days since it happened, but you really hate keeping secrets from her.

“How’d you find out?” You question, chewing on your bottom lip.

“My parents told me, duh.”

Holy crap, Jungkook told his parents the two of you had sex? Why the fuck would he do that?

“They did?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Well, yeah!” Somi finally uncrosses her arms, demeanor completely changing as her gaze softens, “Why didn’t you tell me your sister got engaged?”

Thank God you didn’t elaborate any further.

“Oh! Because they probably aren’t gonna last.” You respond, stepping into the Jeon household once Somi allows you to enter. It’s been a few days since you’ve been here, mostly due to the fact that you were completely avoiding Jungkook.

The empty condom in his trash bin had been plaguing your mind nonstop, you could barely even sleep from how embarrassed you were. Why did he fake his orgasm? What if he didn't fake an orgasm and just shot a blank? Did you do something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? Why was the condom empty?

Seeing him in person would’ve only intensified the thoughts roaming in your head, so you avoided him at all costs up until now. You’d promised the Jeon siblings that you’d finally see Twilight with them and their friends despite not being able to function correctly around either of them.

Somi snickers, following you into the living room. “Ooh, that’s not nice.”

“It’s true, though,” you explain, “she’s still so young, only a few years older than your brother. I mean, can you picture Jungkook getting married in a few years?”

The regret from that question fills you almost immediately.

“Sure,” Somi responds, pausing to greet the eager doberman charging at her. “As long as he finds the right person. He’d get married in a heartbeat.”

You want to ask what Somi’s definition of “the perfect person” would be for Jungkook or the type of girl she’d be willing to set him up with. It’d probably be the unnamed, mysterious redhead you recently dreamed about curb stomping (yikes!).

You don’t respond to this, taking a seat on the sofa when the sudden shout of your name has you flinching. It’s Somi’s parents, excitedly greeting you with open arms as you politely stand to properly hug them. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve seen you! How’s your family? We just heard the news about your sister!” Mrs. Jeon ambushes you with questions, all while cradling your face.

“About how she’s making the biggest mistake of her life?” You half-joke.

Mrs. Jeon playfully waves a hand in your direction as she steps into the kitchen, her husband only a few feet behind. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure the two of them will be very happy together.” She turns to her husband, grabbing his hand, “I just can’t believe Imogen is getting married. I still remember when she first started high school.”

Mr. Jeon sighs in disbelief. “I know,” he mumbles, nodding at you. “You’re up next soon, huh?”

“Maybe she can marry Jungkook,” Mrs. Jeon comments, opening her fridge, “set him straight.”

“Gross, Mom. Don’t wish that on her.” Somi groans in disgust as she plops down next to you.

Well, that answers your previous question.

“We should probably get going, right? To make it in time for the trailers?” You ask.

“Yeah, we should.” Somi responds, tilting her head up towards the staircase, “Jungkook! Hurry up and come downstairs! We’re ready to go!”

“Gimmie a minute!” He shouts back, and a chill runs down your spine. It’s been too long since you’ve heard his voice. The last time you saw him, he was lying naked in his bed; you’re not sure how you’ll survive being around him all night knowing what your last encounter was like.

As promised, Jungkook is sliding down the staircase a minute later and nails the landing. He’s wearing a black Twilight shirt featuring the leading couple, black cargo pants, and, of course, black sneakers. He looks like his usual self until you take a closer look and notice the reddish-black eyeshadow that decorated his eyes. It wasn’t much, just enough to make his eyes pop, and it complimented him perfectly. A second later, you see the black nail polish neatly coated on his nails. You have to blink a few times to ensure this is real life and you’re not trapped in a wet dream.

He strolls into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from his parents before digging through the fridge. His mom clears her throat, crossing her arms at him.

“What?” He asks, retrieving a two-liter Mountain Dew bottle.

“Seriously, Jungkook? The makeup? The nail polish?” She questions, clearly frustrated.

Jungkook cocks his head, unscrewing the soda bottle’s lid. “What’s wrong with it? Somi’s wearing the same thing.”

“Son, you know that’s different.” His father interjects.

Jungkook takes a swig of the soda before responding. “Why? Because she’s a girl?”

“It’s not like that, hon. It’s just…we didn’t make a big deal of it when you first started the piercings, and the tattoos, and the hair dye, but this…it’s a little much. Don’t you think?” His mother asks.

You want to step in and remind his parents that Jungkook is old enough to make his own decisions and express himself as he pleases, but it’s not your place. Instead, you cheer silently when Somi surprisingly interrupts the discussion. “Did you guys seriously force him to come back home just to criticize how he presents himself, or would you rather have a peaceful summer?”

“We aren’t trying to criticize him, Somi. We’re just looking out for our child.” Mr. Jeon responds.

“It’s a special occasion, Dad. Is it bad that I wanted to look nice for—” Jungkook abruptly cuts himself short, quickly glancing in your direction before returning his attention to his parents. “...to go see Twilight with my friends?”

What was that about?

Silence passes, and the three stare at each other until Mrs. Jeon sighs defeatedly and says, “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“We will,” Jungkook responds, closing the soda bottle lid and placing it back in the fridge. He heads for the front door, beckoning you and Somi to follow behind. He’s eager to leave the house, quickly swinging the front door open and jogging towards his car.

You and Somi say goodbye to her parents with a promise to be home by eleven before following in Jungkook’s footsteps, who already has the car running. As you wait for Somi to finish locking the front door, Jungkook rolls down his window and shouts, “Hurry up! Let’s go!”

“Will you calm down?!” Somi throws back, rolling her eyes as she finally removes the house key from the lock.

You follow her towards Jungkook’s car, sliding into the backseat as you pretend not to notice Jungkook watching you through the rearview mirror. He wants you to look at him, but you refuse, busying yourself by buckling your seatbelt and convincing Somi to do the same. Once Jungkook is convinced you’re not going to do so much as glance at him, he puts the car in drive and pulls into the road.

Somi talks your ear off in the backseat about whatever comes to mind while you keep your eyes on the window. It’s hard to not notice Jungkook glancing back at you through the mirror at every red light or stop sign, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.

The movie theater’s parking lot is crowded when you arrive; it takes Jungkook a few minutes to eventually locate a spot. A smile is plastered on his face as he parks the car, eager to see some of his closest friends after being separated for months. He informs you and Somi to disregard anything foolish he friends may say, claiming they arrived early to smoke behind the movie theater, so they’re more than likely too high to function properly.

Jungkook shrugs when Somi asks why people do that, shoving his hands into his pockets as the three of you approach the theater entrance. "Some people say it makes the movie experience better."

You want to ask Jungkook if he's ever been high, but you can barely even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone ask him a question. So you're silent as the three of you enter the movie theater, instantly spotting Jungkook's bandmates in the far corner.

Well… Jungkook's bandmates and one other guest.

The bubbly redhead greets you guys first, running up to Jungkook with open arms as if they haven't seen each other in a million years. It makes you want to vomit.

You look away as they hug, directing your attention to the concession stand employee who had already been watching you. His name tag reads 'Beomgyu,' and he resembles a younger version of Jungkook, with the same dark hair and similar lip piercings. His eyes stay on you until a customer blocks your path, and you're back to watching Jungkook reunite with his friends.

"Hey, you were the one at that party, right? With Somi?" The redhead asks, squinting her eyes at you.

"Yeah." Is all you respond with, because why in God's name is this girl talking to you right now?

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Scar," she introduces herself, extending a hand for you to shake.

Somi interjects, grabbing ahold of your wrist while glaring at Scar. "Your name is Scarlett."

She drags you along to the ticket booth, mumbling about how she doesn't like nor trust Scar. When you ask for her reasoning, she responds with, "I don't need one. I just don't like her."

At least you're on the same page about that.

Still, you can't help but wonder why Somi has a distaste for Scar. You have your petty reasoning for disliking her, but Somi (more than likely) has better knowledge of Scar's personality, so whatever reasons she dislikes her could be legitimate.

You're thinking of this as Jungkook orders the tickets for everyone, asking the employee to give him a minute when the friend you recognize as Yugyeom starts tapping his shoulder. "We should go see Saw instead; it just came out."

Jungkook looks genuinely confused at the suggestion. "What? No, we came here to see Twilight."

"So?!" Jaebeom chimes in, eyes red as the devil, "Come on, dude, you've already seen Twilight. Don't you wanna see something new?"

"Fuck no, we're literally in the middle of buying the tickets." Jungkook reminds everyone.

"I kinda wanna see Saw, too."

"Same."

"Yeah, me too."

"I do, too."

Jungkook whips his head around at his sister, "What? Even you?"

Somi scoffs, "Well, yeah! Twilight just seems boring in comparison."

"Come on, guys," the employee interrupts, "you're holding up the line."

Jungkook turns towards you. "Do you still wanna see Twilight?"

Truthfully, you want to go home; but seeing how excited Jungkook was for the movie made you feel something, so you nod. He lets out a relieved sigh.

He moves out of the way to allow his friends to buy their tickets first, slipping his sister cash to pay for hers, which she initially rejects. "I don't need your money," she claims.

"Just take it, Somi. I brought it for you."

From what you can make out, it's enough to cover her ticket and grab something from the concession stand. The pair of siblings may bicker a lot, but it's nice to know Jungkook still looks out for his younger sister whenever he can.

Somi reluctantly accepts the money and purchases her ticket; you watch as Jungkook follows suit, ordering two tickets for Twilight and stopping you from opening your purse. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh, it's fine. I have enough." You reassure him.

Jungkook laughs to himself, "Why are the two of you like this?" He questions, fishing out crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing them to the cashier, who sighs in annoyance, straightening and inspecting each bill before placing it in his register.

You don't know why Jungkook insists on being so nice to you despite your persistence in not speaking to him. A part of you wonders if he thinks this is some kind of date now that the two of you will be separated from the group. It doesn't matter. You don't know why you're overthinking it.

Once all the tickets have been purchased, the seven of you head towards the concession stand. Somi debates pushing herself to the front of the long line, claiming that the theater should make accommodations for those whose movie is starting sooner. Or something like that, you can't really focus with the way Beomgyu is staring at you. You're used to guys always staring, but they tend to shyly look away upon making eye contact.

Beomgyu is quite the opposite, staring you down every chance he gets. Your skin feels hot, and you're suddenly anxious under his gaze.

When the group ahead of you has finished ordering and is heading off into their theater, you're sure to stick close to Jungkook as you approach the counter. Beomgyu eyes him over once before returning his gaze to you. "What can I get for you guys?"

Jungkook takes the liberty of ordering a large popcorn for the two of you to share and doesn't even get mad when you request a slushie instead of a fountain drink. He doesn't let you pay, swatting your hand away when you absentmindedly reach for your purse. "You seriously have to stop doing that." He mumbles, handing Beomgyu the cash.

Beomgyu quickly prepares the popcorn and Jungkook's drink but takes his time making your slushie. He's sure to fill it to the brim, and you're worried it may accidentally overflow and leave a sticky mess. "You didn't want candy or anything?" He questions, handing you your drink.

You shrug, "Maybe Twizzlers, but—"

Before you can finish, Beomgyu is reaching under the counter and sliding you a pack of Twizzlers. "On me."

"Oh, are you sure?" You ask, hesitant to accept the free candy.

Beomgyu sends Jungkook a cocky smirk before he responds, "Yeah, enjoy the movie."

You thank Beomgyu and pretend to not notice the death glares the two boys are sending one another before walking with Jungkook to your theater. "That guy was weird." He comments.

"Yeah." You agree, but it's definitely not true. Beomgyu was friendly and clearly interested in you, unlike Jungkook, who sent you nonstop, draining mixed signals. If his definition of weird is someone straightforward, then you should start going after weirdos.

Once you're settled in your seats in the back of the theater — per Jungkook's request — he clears his throat and says, "So, I tried messaging you on Facebook. Didn't get anything back."

"Oh, sorry. I haven't been using Facebook that much." You reply, hoping your lame excuse is believable enough.

He nods, eyes bouncing between you and the movie trailers playing in the background. "Yeah, I figured." He says. When you don't respond, he continues, "I would've asked Somi for your number, but I didn't want her to get suspicious or anything."

"That's smart." You admit, nodding in agreement.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his full attention to you.

You finally make eye contact, and the expression on his face makes your heart sink. He looks genuinely concerned and confused by your sudden coldness. You hate being so mean to him, but you're too embarrassed to explain the real reason why you've been avoiding him. So you nod and say, "Just a little tired."

It's clear he doesn't believe this; the same expression is still on his face as he refocuses on the movie trailers.

You hate how awkward it feels to be around him now. Never in a million years would you have guessed the two of you would end up like this. A week ago, you would've been overjoyed at the idea of being on a movie date with Jungkook, and now you're considering leaving early and catching a taxi home.

The two of you remain silent as the rest of the trailers play on, and Jungkook immediately sits up in his seat when the lights finally dim and the curtains are pulled back further. He's reticent throughout the movie, aside from a muffled chuckle occasionally; he even side-eyes anyone making too much noise.

You enjoy Twilight nonetheless, agreeing with Jungkook that you do, in fact, dress like Bella Swan from time to time. When he asks if you liked it as you're exiting the theater, you tell him it was very nice and that you hope there'll be another movie.

Jungkook smiles at this, tossing his empty cup in a nearby trash bin. "I'm sure there will be. Maybe they'll even cast you as Bella's stunt double since you already have the clothes."

"Shut up." You tease, and it feels nice to joke with him as usual. You may finally have the courage to tell Jungkook why you've been so distant these past few days.

Saw doesn't get out for another few minutes, so you're stuck waiting in the lobby for Somi and everyone else. Jungkook gestures towards the nearly empty slushie cup clutched in your hands, "You get free refills on that, I think."

You take his word, strolling over to the concession stand. Beomgyu spots you immediately and gestures for you to skip around the line. You shake your head, but he still beckons for you to come over. You feel bad, but the line has gotten longer since you were first here, and you really don't want to wait in a long line just for a refill.

"What flavor?" He asks once you've slid him your cup.

You tell him anything is fine and he gets to work, combining the cherry and blue raspberry flavors. "How was the movie?"

"It was good. The vampire stuff was cool."

"Have you seen Saw yet? It just came out."

"No, I haven't."

"It's so good; if you wanna give me your number, maybe we can see it together sometime."

What is it with guys offering to take you out to a movie they've already seen? You're not complaining; it's just odd.

Beomgyu is clearly interested in you and has offered to take you out. You'd be silly to pass up on this guy just because your current relationship with your longtime crush is at a standstill. So you accept, scribbling your phone number down on a napkin with your name underneath. He promises to call you once his shift ends and that he looks forward to seeing you.

When you turn to meet up with Jungkook, he's gone. You catch him storming out of the theater, hauling ass to his car.

You run to catch up to him, calling out his name and begging him to slow down.

When he finally does stop, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. He gets angry all the time, but this was something completely different. "So you were just using me, huh?"

What? What is he talking about?

"Using you for what?"

"To lose your virginity. You just wanted to get it over with, right?" His voice is slightly hushed now but still loud enough for you to feel embarrassed about anyone passing through the parking lot.

"Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

"You used me to lose your virginity, so when you date other guys you can tell them you've had sex before. Is that what this is?"

This accusation hurts, considering that Jungkook was the only guy you've ever been interested in romantically and sexually. You don't know where this theory originated, but you don't like it.

Jungkook continues before you respond, "I tried reaching out and talking to you, and you just blew me off! And yet, here you are, giving your number to random guys! Am I not good enough for you?!"

"It's not like that, Jungkook!" You don't mean to raise your voice at him, but you can't help it. Both of your emotions were at an all-time high.

"Then what is it like?!"

Here goes nothing.

There are already tears forming as you go to explain yourself. "I didn't reach out to you because…because I was embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed to have sex with me?"

"No!" You yell in reassurance, "No, no, no. Of course not. I was embarrassed because I know you didn't finish. I just thought maybe I did something wrong or didn't do enough."

Jungkook quirks a brow at you, "What makes you think I didn't finish?"

You really hate that he's making you explain this. "I saw the condom afterwards; it was empty."

"You went digging in my trash can to find the condom?" Now he looks more disgusted than confused; this is going so horribly.

"No! I saw it when I went to get my phone off the charger."

Jungkook takes a minute to process everything, scratching his chin in deep thought. You can't tell what he's feeling, but he does look hurt. It makes you regret avoiding him in the first place.

"So, you were prepared to never talk to me again over an empty condom?" Despite his stern demeanor, he's clearly shaking as he questions you.

You want to say no, that it wasn't a case, but you can't bring yourself to lie to him again. So you say nothing. Jungkook nods at your lack of response before turning around and walking towards his car. You remain still, frozen in place, watching as he sits on the hood of his car and smokes a cigarette.

If it weren't for Somi finishing her movie within the next few minutes, you would've walked the entire way home.

This bitch is driving you crazy.

Your older sister, Imogen, is home for a few days to start her wedding preparations. The fake bridezilla persona she's putting on bothers you the most, bursting out in tears at the most inconvenient times or having a breakdown about selecting a theme. Deep down, she doesn't care about any of this bullshit; she's like you about parties or big events.

"This is literally the biggest day of my life, and you're being so fucking difficult." Imogen snarls at you, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You're sitting a few feet away on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window. Despite Imogen's occasional yelling and snarky comments, all you can think of is Jungkook.

It's been an entire week since the movie theater incident. You haven't stopped by the Jeon household not once, telling Somi you fell ill and don't want to get her sick. It's another lame excuse, but she buys it, opting to talk to you on the phone daily until you recover.

You have yet to speak to Jungkook; it's not like you've tried. The idea of messaging him on Facebook and not receiving a response makes you anxious. It's hard to believe you subjected him to the same torture not long ago. It doesn't help that Scarlett is suddenly all over his page, commenting on nearly every one of his posts, writing on his wall, or tagging him in pictures. Your recurring dream of curb-stomping her is back in full force.

You sigh at your sister, "Whatever you say, Imogen."

She waves dismissively at you, "Please, don't even talk to me right now."

You hop off the counter in annoyance and stomp off towards the staircase, mumbling, "Fucking drama queen."

"Language." Your mom warns you, flipping through one of the several bridal magazines your sister has stacked on the coffee table.

Imogen scoffs, setting her mug on the counter. "I'm the drama queen? Whenever I talk about my wedding, you throw a fucking fit!"

"Why are you pretending to care about this stupid wedding and that stupid boy you barely even know?!" You shout back from the staircase.

"If my wedding is so stupid, then don't come!"

"I don't even want to go to your stupid wedding, with your stupid fiancé and your stupid red velvet cake that no one's going to fucking eat!"

This is probably the dumbest fight you've ever had.

Imogen doesn't respond to this, advised by your mother not to and to let you stomp up the stairs in a furious rage. You make a beeline straight to your desktop, waking up the computer with a mouse shake and entering your password.

Facebook is already open once you've signed in, Jungkook's page staring right back at you. You're ashamed to admit you'd been cyberstalking him, but you had no choice. Seeing him in person would've been too much, but you still want to ensure he's doing okay.

There's a new post up when you refresh the page; you chew on your bottom lip as you anxiously wait for it to finish loading.

It's a picture of his dirty Chuck Taylor's perched upon a wooden stool. You recognize the background immediately; he's in the treehouse in his backyard. You and Somi would spend hours up there as kids, giving each other manicures and exchanging secrets; now, you can barely look her in the eye without bursting out in tears. You hate how complicated things have become.

A light tap against your door has you swiveling around in your chair. It's Imogen, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed. "Who's that?"

"Somi's brother." You respond, scrolling to a photo that actually shows his face.

Imogen steps further into your bedroom, squinting her eyes at the computer screen. "Oh, yeah. Hasn't changed much, has he?" When you remain silent, she asks, "Would it be wrong of me to assume he's the real reason why you're so upset?"

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "You'd be very correct, actually."

She nods in understanding, sitting on the edge of your bed. "So, what's going on? You like him?"

"We kind of like each other, I guess." You mumble. Honestly, you're not quite sure how Jungkook feels about you at the moment.

"And Somi doesn't approve of it?"

You snort, "Somi doesn't know. There was nothing to tell her at first, but things have changed."

"Are you guys dating?"

"No. We actually haven't talked in a week. I may have hurt his feelings."

Imogen nods towards your desktop, “Where is he now?”

You shrug, “Home, I guess.”

She stands, stretching out her limbs. She glances around your room, locates a jacket dangling lifelessly from your doorknob, and tosses it to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking an impromptu trip to the Jeon household had you sweating. What if Jungkook doesn’t even want to see you? What if Somi catches you talking and asks what’s going on?

Each concern you raise is instantly shot down by Imogen, claiming you’re creating excuses to avoid seeing him, how you’re only imagining the worst possible scenarios. You appreciate her overwhelming support but can’t help the nervousness creeping through your body as her car approaches the Jeon household.

“Remember, be apologetic but not desperate,” Imogen informs you, putting her car in park in front of the house.

“I am desperate.” You remind her.

“Well, don’t let him see it. You got this.”

You thank your sister one last time for the advice before stepping out of her car. You’re careful to avoid being seen from windows as you make your way into the backyard; not entirely sure what you’d say if Somi were to catch you.

You scale the tree quickly, silently praying the old wooden steps are stable enough to hold your weight.

You sigh in relief once you’ve reached the top, only to groan at the sight of Scarlett sitting across from you. She looks up from her iPod with a bright smile, quickly pulling out her earbuds as you enter the treehouse. “Hey, stranger! Watcha doing here?”

Her enthusiasm really makes you sick. “Came to see Jungkook,” you pause to glance around the tiny, wooden deathtrap, “but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“He’ll be back soon; went to use the bathroom,” Scarlett informs you, running her hands through her hair. “So, you guys really like each other, huh?”

What? She knows about that?

“Jungkook told you?” You question, trying your best to appear unbothered. You’re unsure where she’s going with this, but you have no reason to trust her.

Scarlett nods, “We tell each other everything. So when he told me you guys weren’t talking, I may have devised a plan to help you come around. You do use Facebook, right?” She smirks

Holy shit, all the posts of them together were to make you feel jealous enough to have a conversation with him; and your sworn enemy was the mastermind behind it. It was all a ploy to get under your skin, and you fell right into the trap.

“You’re a stubborn little thing, though. Didn’t think it’d take you so long.” She comments, slipping her jacket on.

You shrug, “I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”

“Jungkook always wants to talk to you. I don’t mind it, though. You seem good for him.”

Aside from Somi, Scarlett is probably the last person you would’ve expected to be supportive of your relationship with Jungkook. So, to hear she’d been secretly rooting for you behind the scenes nearly gives you whiplash. You almost feel wrong about your dreams of shoving her face into the pavement.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “So, nothing is going on between you guys?”

Scarlett grimaces as if you deeply offended her, “Of course not! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute, but not my type. His sister is cute, though.”

Woah.

“Somi? Jeon Somi? You’re into her?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Hell, yes. Hey, do you think you could set us up? Jungkook would never.”

“You do know that Somi can’t stand you, right?”

Scarlett excitedly nods, “I know, it’s kind of a turn-on.”

You hold your hands out to stop her from elaborating any further. Scarlett has surprised you in more ways than one in less than five minutes. You’re sure any new information would’ve made your head explode.

“I’ll…try my best.” You promise; not quite sure how Somi would feel about the idea of Scarlett liking her.

“For what?” A voice interrupts, causing you and Scarlett to direct your attention to the treehouse’s entrance. And there he is, in all his gothic glory.

“Girl talk, none of your business,” Scarlett responds, making room for Jungkook to crawl in.

“Fine. You keep your secrets; I’ll keep mine.” Jungkook groans, sitting between the two of you.

“Will do. I’m outta here. Got a hot date with a box of hair dye. See you suckers later.” Scarlett waves goodbye as she exits the treehouse, reminding you of your promise before disappearing down the steps.

Jungkook clears his throat, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "So—"

"I'm sorry," you cut him off, "I should've reached out and talked to you, but I was just too embarrassed and didn't know how to approach you about it. I really like you, and I wasn't using you to lose my virginity. I mean, you're the only person I've ever been interested in. So, again, I'm sorry."

He sighs, "I understand why you were embarrassed, but I promise it had nothing to do with you."

"Then what was it?"

Jungkook anxiously scratches the back of his head before he responds. "It's just that…sometimes…it takes me a little bit longer to, uh…to finish."

Oh.

"Is it because of your…size?" You can't help but wonder.

Jungkook snorts, "What, you think I'm big?"

"I'm out of here." You joke, faking as if you're about to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait." He stops you, "I was only kidding. I never really thought size played a factor in it, but every guy is different. But, still, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy us having sex. I mean, you had already finished, and I didn't want to tire you out just for my sake."

Knowing he had a perfectly reasonable explanation makes you feel even worse about spending all that time avoiding him. You want to tell him you wouldn't mind him tiring you out, that the idea excites you, but you refrain.

A beat of silence passes, and you ask, "But, I'm sure if there's something that you're really into, then it wouldn't take as long for you to finish. Right?"

Jungkook nods, "I guess."

"Then, what is it? What are you into?"

He coughs, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. "Um…I guess I'm into…roughness?"

Ah.

"That's not a big deal. A lot of people are probably into that."

"I mean, it's fine either way, but I mostly prefer when girls are kinda rough with me. Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"It's not!" You reassure him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me."

Jungkook stares at your hand on his knee before placing his own on top. You twist yours upwards and interlock your fingers, not missing the smile that forms on his face. His bangs have swept into his eyes again, and you use your free hand to move them out of the way. "It was my first time, too, by the way."

You snort, "You don't need to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm serious," he continues, "I mean, I've gotten pretty handsy in the past, but nothing like what we did."

You shake your head, "I don't buy it. You seemed so experienced like you knew what you were doing."

Jungkook shrugs, "I mean, I'm not completely innocent. I may occasionally watch certain videos and read certain stories from time to time."

Porn and smut. Beautiful combination.

He shakes his head, "You still don't believe me; how come?"

You sigh, memories of the night before he left for college flashing in your mind. How you ran home in tears, how he only responded to Scar's comment on Somi's Facebook post. It almost hurts to think about. "The night before you left for school, there was an opened condom wrapper on your floor. I just figured…you know."

Jungkook nods at the memory. "I wasn't gonna go to the dorms the next day. I was planning on running away, that's why I gave you that bandana. After my parents helped bring my stuff to the dorms, I was gonna put everything in my car then take off."

You're having a hard time processing this information. Why would Jungkook plan on running away? What does this story have to do with the empty condom?

He continues, clutching your hand even tighter. "I only told a few people I was leaving, and there was this one girl who came over to say goodbye. She'd been really into me for a while and was heartbroken that I was leaving. We were about to hook up, hence the condom wrapper, but I couldn't do it."

"Why?" You question.

"Didn't feel right. I wasn't into her the same way she was into me. Just couldn't do it." He explains, eyes staring deep into yours. You believe him; you know he's being truthful.

"What made you decide to stay?" You ask.

"For Somi," he answers, "I couldn't just leave her like that. And for you, too."

Though you've felt it for many years, telling Jungkook you love him is too soon. But you want to, so very badly.

"I'm glad you decided to stay." Your voice is barely a whisper now as you try to stop yourself from tearing up.

He nods, "Me too."

You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, clutching each other's hands. You wish you could stay like this forever.

"I just realized you never told me if there's anything you're into." He points out.

You shrug, "Just you." And it's true: Jungkook is the only person you've ever been interested in. Everything he says and does is genuinely attractive to you.

He drops your hand gently, using it to tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.

You're quick to cradle the back of his head as his hands snake around your waist, deepening the kiss. You move to straddle his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back. He grunts in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. "You—"

"Stop talking." You demand before your lips intertwine with his once again. With one hand on his chest, you reach to grab a fistful of his hair and tug lightly, earning a satisfied moan from him. You're not used to being rough with guys, but you're sure Jungkook enjoys it with the way his erection is already pressing up against your thigh.

Reluctantly, you pull away from him and sit up, staring at him sprawled underneath you in complete awe. "Alright, I'll message you my number so we can text. See you later."

"No! No, no, no. Please don't go." He pleads, holding you in place when you go to stand, "Just stay a little longer, please."

You smile down at him, fighting the urge to stay in the treehouse. "I can't. Imogen is waiting out front. We'll see each other soon, okay?" You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jungkook nods, fingers drumming against the floor as he watches you crawl out of the treehouse. "Don't be too surprised if I seem extra excited to see you next time." He calls after you.

"Trust me, I won't."

Jungkook is the first boy to ever sneak in through your bedroom window.

He carelessly tosses his backpack in first, cringing when it lands on your carpeted floor with a loud thud. Though you’ve assured him your parents are heavy sleepers, he’s still worried you’ll get in trouble if he makes too much noise and accidentally reveals himself. “Sorry,” he apologizes, wrist gripping your forearm as you help pull him in.

“It’s fine,” you whisper back, “they’re not gonna wake up.”

“Still,” he grunts, using his upper body strength to pull him further into your room. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

It’s a day after the treehouse incident; as promised, you sent Jungkook your number and spent all day texting back and forth. Despite not being big on texting, you admire how Jungkook likes to keep you updated on what he’s doing and how he checks up on you to ensure you’re okay.

“We’ll be fine, but just in case, I did make room for you in my closet in case you have to hide.” You inform him.

Jungkook stifles a laugh, “Good to know.” He settles himself on the edge of your bed, moving over once he realizes he’d sat on a pile of clothing. “Oh, were you about to shower?”

“I was,” you answer, moving the clothing over to your nightstand, “but I’ll wait until after you leave.”

He has to stop himself from making a joke about joining you in the shower. He nods, leaning down to drag his backpack towards him, “Guess what I got today.”

“What?” You question, legs folded underneath you as you sit beside him.

Jungkook slowly unzips his backpack, careful not to make too much noise before rummaging through it and clutching something in his hand. He momentarily turns his back towards you, clips something to his shirt, then turns back around.

There’s a name tag on his chest now with his name scribbled in black ink and a little star next to it. “A job?”

He nods, “At that music store, Spin City. Need to start saving up before classes start. Plus, I wanna take you out somewhere nice before summer’s over.”

You gulp, “Like, a date?”

“Yeah. I mean, unless… I don’t know. I just kinda figured…” He trails off, suddenly worried he may be scaring you off.

You grab ahold of his hand, “I know, and trust me, you’re perfect, and I want us to be together. But, the night we saw you at that party, I did ask Somi if she would be upset if I was into you. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t mind as long as I talked to her before making a move on you. And, well…”

“We made a move on each other without telling her,” Jungkook finishes for you.

You nod, “Exactly.”

He sighs, “So, I’m guessing that means you wanna wait before we make things official.”

“Yeah. No matter what, I still want to be with you. But it’d be best for all of us to get her on board with this first. Show her how much we truly care for each other, and make sure she’s okay with it. So she knows my relationship with you won’t affect our friendship, and vice versa.” You explain. Jungkook’s eyes never stray from yours, listening intently and nodding at everything you say.

“That’s fair,” he agrees, “It’s a good idea. Do you want me to talk to her? Or for us to talk to her together?”

You shake your head, “She’ll definitely freak out on you; it’s best if I do it alone first, then you talk to her afterward.”

Jungkook leans back against your bed, resting his head on your pillow. It’s funny how different your aesthetics are; he looks perfectly out of place, sprawled on your baby pink pillow surrounded by teddy bears. “When?”

“I dunno,” you respond, lowering yourself until your head rests comfortably on his bicep. “Doesn’t have to be right away. As long as it’s before we move into the dorms.”

“We shouldn’t wait too long, though. It’ll only make things worse.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“I know. I’ll have a talk with her soon, I promise.”

You interlock pinkies to solidify your promise and ease his nerves. You hadn’t realized how anxiety-inducing this was for Jungkook as well. The idea of Somi not approving of your relationship had him genuinely worried.

“But, you should know that no matter what—” he starts.

You cut him off, “I know.”

The hands that once purposely dumped slime in your hair are now tugging your panties down your legs.

“Can we try something?” Jungkook asks with a mumble against your lips, your soft blue underwear now clutched in the palm of his hand.

“Like what? I actually make you come for once?” You joke, earning a laugh from Jungkook.

“Don’t worry about me.” He presses another kiss against your lips, “You trust me?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up in Jungkook’s bed as he moves backward, never breaking eye contact with you. He pushes your skirt up slightly but pats your hand away when you go to remove it altogether.

“Leave it on.” He commands, bringing himself at face level with your cunt.

You’ve never felt this shy in your life, grateful your bunched-up skirt created the tiniest barrier between having Jungkook see you all flustered. Never had you been this intimate with a guy, especially not a guy you technically weren’t even dating.

His thumb is circling your clit before you have the time to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to do this just for your sake, but the feeling of his fingers pressed against you has you at a loss for words.

“This okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You respond, tilting your head upwards to stare at the ceiling.

Before you know it, his middle and index fingers are pressed against your opening, eliciting a gasp from your lips. At your reaction, Jungkook slips his finger into your entrance, thumb still playing with your clit. He insists on being teasingly slow today, wanting to draw out every moment and observe your reaction.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow, consistent motion, an amused smirk on his lips when he hears your breathing become ragged. Abruptly, he slips his fingers out of you, moving your thighs to rest them atop his shoulders.

“Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck.” You’re cut off by Jungkook pushing himself forward, placing a sudden kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting in the air. His hand grabs your waist and licks at your slit, keeping you in place as he gently returns your body to his mattress.

His growing erection is the last of his worries, all too focused on dragging his tongue across your cunt. He flattens his tongue, pulling the wetness upward until he’s circling your clit again. In search of something to grab onto, your hands grip the bed sheets until Jungkook reaches forward, moving your hand over to grip his hair.

His eyes are closed when you look down at him, and you swear you can hear him moan as he eats you out. You try your best to keep the noise down out of fear someone will hear, but you can’t help but yell out when he’s back to fingering you, all while circling your clit with his tongue.

Your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face further into your pussy, and he lets out a satisfied groan. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches; everything with Jungkook is so intense. He knows this, eyes fluttering open to watch your expressions. Black eyeshadow is smeared across his eyelids as his eyes focus on your own, hands gripping your thighs as he tongue circles your clit.

His fingers are relentlessly pumping into your cunt now, contrasting against how teasingly slow his tongue is moving. He pulls his mouth away, lips glistening with your arousal, and asks, “You close?”

You don’t respond directly, but the grip you have on his hair gives him all the answers he needs before he’s diving back in. It doesn’t take much for you to come after that, a final kiss pressed on your clit, sending you over the edge and coating Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook doesn’t stop there, still continuing to lick and suck your clit until you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “Was that good?”

“That was literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You respond. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he crawls up next to you. “I should be upset with you, though.”

“What?” He questions, peppering your face with kisses, “Why’s that?”

“I came over to talk to your sister about us, and you distracted me.”

“How’d I do that?”

“Because! You came downstairs in your eyeshadow. Then you were all like, ‘Oh, hey. I cleaned my room; wanna check it out?’” You mimic a deep voice that sounds nothing like his.

“I apologize for putting on eyeshadow, bringing you to my room, and eating you out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I guess.”

You both laugh at this as you move to pull your skirt down. “Hey, how’d you realize you like it when girls are rough with you?”

Jungkook shakes his head as the memory returns to him, a shy smile on his face as he glances over at you. “A couple years ago, I was picking on Somi for something. I don’t even remember why, but it got to the point where my parents were telling me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Then, you just started yelling at me out of nowhere, and I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing ever. I was in awe. I really thought you were gonna slap me. Since then, it’s just been a turn-on of mine.”

“Wow. That’s actually kind of pathetic.” You tease.

He groans, “Please don’t say that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

Laughter is shared between you once again before you lean your head down to rest on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat making you feel calm. A comfortable minute of silence passes before you have to address the unfortunate inevitable, “Somi should be here soon, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “within the next ten minutes.”

You sigh, “Next time I come over, I’ll have to tell her about us.”

The next time you stop by the Jeon household, Jungkook has you bent over in the backseat of his car.

His finger digs into your waist as his cock is plunging into you at full force, emptying all the thoughts from your brain. You still haven’t fully adjusted to his size, but you don’t care; the pain of being split open makes you come faster. It feels better.

Jungkook insisted on taking things slow, telling you that you’d need to adjust to his size, but the moment you sunk your dripping cunt onto him, he was under your spell.

Your body lunges forward with every rough stroke Jungkook gives you, hands buried in your hair as he pulls you up against his chest. His hand moves from your hair down to your neck, tilting your head back while applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throat. Your eyes close out of instinct as tears form in the corner of your eyes before trickling down your cheeks. He kisses them away one by one before settling his lips on your neck. You make a mental note to check yourself for hickeys afterward.

You’re coming around him before you realize it, body spasming as you grip the driver’s seat headrest. Jungkook shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; in fact, he’s sped up even faster since fucking you through your orgasm. He lets go of your neck to push down on your back, left hand gripping your waist while the right intertwines your fingers with his.

A few strokes later, he’s finally coming and jokes about showing you the used condom as confirmation.

You shake your head, gesturing for him to pass you the shorts he’d tossed in the front seat. “I can’t believe I let you trick me again.”

“What?!” He exclaims in utter shock, reaching in the front seat to grab your discarded clothing, “How exactly did I trick you?”

“I came over to talk to Somi, but then you were all like, ‘Hey, come look at my car; I just got it washed.’” You playfully roll your eyes, searching around the backseat for your underwear.

“Can I keep these?” He asks suddenly, the most nonchalant expression on his face as your panties dangle from his middle finger.

You scoff, reaching to snatch them from him, confused when he retracts his hand. “I think I will keep them until you talk to Somi. Since it was you who wanted to talk to her first.”

“Then, I guess I’ll get them back tomorrow because I’m definitely talking to her today.”

Except you don’t.

You spent the entire summer sneaking around with Jungkook and procrastinating about having that talk with Somi. It was anxiety-inducing, to say the least, and you had no idea how she’d react. You tell yourself she won’t be upset as long as you assure her your friendship won’t be affected by you dating her brother.

You’re scheduled to move into the dorms within a few weeks, so it’s best to sort things out now before you all live under the same roof, unable to avoid one another. Jungkook doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, he’d given you a pep-talk the day before you showed up at their home.

“She can’t stay mad forever.” He pointed out, eyes sealed shut as you do his eyeliner.

“I know,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, “but that girl can hold a grudge.”

“Right, but this is you we’re talking about. You mean a lot to her, to both of us, actually.”

His words play in your mind as you enter the Jeon household, following Somi into the kitchen. “Baking something?” You ask, a sweet, decadent scent hitting your nose.

“Brownies for some stupid bake sale my parents are having. Help me clean up?” She asks, pouting her lips at you.

“Sure.” You agree, under the assumption that there wouldn’t be much to even clean up.

Boy, you were wrong. It’s like Somi used every dish in the house to make one sheet of brownies. There’s no backing out now; you already agreed to help, and it’d be best to stay on her good side for now.

She gets to work rinsing each dish before handing them to you to load the dishwasher, moving quickly to get everything done faster.

“What a beautiful friendship.” A familiar voice comments; you fight back a smile as Somi groans at her brother.

“You wouldn’t know; you don’t have any friends,” Somi responds, laughing at her words.

“Neither will you, soon,” Jungkook whispers back, groaning when you swat him in the chest. “Any brownie batter left?”

“None for you. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Somi asks, handing you another dish.

Somi takes a break from rinsing off the dishes to bicker with Jungkook for a minute. You tune out from the conversation, dipping your fingers into the leftover batter bowl and gathering the chocolate on your fingers.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jungkook says. When Somi finally directs her attention elsewhere, Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips before sucking the chocolate off them.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, nervously glancing behind you to ensure Somi hadn’t seen anything. You swat at Jungkook’s chest for the second time, and he laughs as if you’re being overly dramatic. It’s odd how surprisingly calm he is about everything. His demeanor would have worried you if you didn’t trust him so much.

Jungkook wipes the renaming bit of chocolate around his lips before mouthing ‘Good luck.’ You give him a nervous smile, watching as he slips past Somi and leaves out the front door. You get back to work, making small talk with Somi as you help her load the dishwasher.

It’s now or never.

“So,” you start, “we’re gonna be living together soon.”

Somi smiles, “Finally! God, I can’t wait to have some freedom. My stupid curfew is a major cock-block. Right when things are finally getting good on a date, I have to go back home. So fucking frustrating. There’s literally cobwebs in my vagina.”

You snort, loading the final dish into the washer. “Well, you won’t have that problem anymore.”

“I know. And maybe you’ll even find someone worthy even to date you.” Somi jokes, hopping on the kitchen counter.

“Uh, what if I already have found someone…worthy enough?” You question, pressing a few buttons to get the dishwasher going.

“As if.”

“Somi, I’m serious.”

She sighs, still not buying your confession. “Alright then, who is it?”

“...Your brother.”

A beat of silence passes, and then Somi doubles over in laughter, nearly slipping off the counter several times in seconds. It takes her a minute to catch her breath, clutching her collar for support as she regulates her breathing; even tears are forming in her eyes. “Holy fuck, can you imagine? You and my brother? Jesus Christ.”

“Look, there really isn’t an easy way to say this, but we really do like each other. We’ve been…together this whole summer. Well, not officially; I didn’t want to put a label on anything without talking to you about it first.” You finally confess. The weight on your shoulders doesn’t immediately drop as you expected; it’s like the load has gotten heavier.

Somi has a blank expression as she stares at you, eyes darting around the kitchen as she processes the information. “You’re serious?”

You nod.

She shakes her head, “What kind of friend are you?”

Fuck.

“Somi, please, let me—”

She cuts you off, hopping off the counter and inching towards you. “So, what? All this time, you were using me to get close to Jungkook? Out of every fucking guy on the planet?!”

“No! Of course not! Somi, I never even imagined myself in a relationship with him until this summer, I swear!” Your voice trembles as Somi approaches you. The two of you have never been in a physical fight before, but the expression on her face tells you there’s a first time for everything.

“Oh, really? You expect me to believe that, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that you guys suddenly got together right before we’re all gonna be living in the same building?”

“I know it doesn’t sound great, but—”

“I think you should go.” Somi cuts you off calmly, her sudden change in demeanor shocking you. A moment ago, she looked angry enough to hit you, but now, she seems a few seconds away from breaking down in tears.

You nod understandably, telling Somi to take all the time she needs and to call you when she’s ready to talk.

She doesn’t say a word as you exit her house, and you wonder if you’ve just lost the best friend you’ve ever had.

“I’ve never seen her this angry, Jungkook. I thought she was gonna hit me or something.” You groan, ear pressed up against your phone as you rant to Jungkook.

It’d been a few hours since you left Somi’s house; Jungkook had promised to call you during his break to hear how the conversation went. You’re still shaking as the memories flood you, how your best friend in the world accused you of using her. What a fucking joke.

“She’ll get over it, trust me. Y’know, before I called you, she spent five minutes yelling at me over the phone. Five fucking minutes, and I just took it. She’ll be fine.” He says, following up with a loud slurping noise that suggests Jungkook has chosen to have ramen for lunch.

It’s astonishing how calm he’s managed to stay this entire time.

You flip over on the couch, head resting on the armrest as you stare at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna lose her. She’s a fireball, for sure, but she’s my fireball. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“I just told you you’re not gonna be without her, okay?”

“...Okay.”

There’s a knock at your front door, most likely from the pizza delivery Jungkook had sent to your house.

“I gotta go. The food is here. Are you still stopping by after your shift?”

“Of course. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you stand, making your way to the front door. “I’ll save you some pizza.”

He chuckles at that, “You better. I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”

He what?

“You what?” You pause, hand on the doorknob.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later.” He hangs up.

You don’t have time to process his words; the knocking at your front door happens again.

Twisting the knob, you’re met with Somi staring back at you. “Somi? What’re you—”

“I don’t care if you date Jungkook.” She claims, storming through your front door, “If you guys want to be together, then I’m not standing in the way. But I will not be your friend if you date him, so it’s either him or me.”

You follow Somi into your living room, your pulse quickening upon hearing her ultimatum. “Somi, that’s not—”

“Before you choose…as a girl, and as your friend, I have to be completely honest with you.” She sighs, fingers nervously raking through her hair as she sits on your couch. “I called Jungkook after you left, and he talked to me about you guys.”

You nod, taking a seat next to her. “Okay, and…?”

She sighs again, taking your hand in her own. “Everything he’s ever told you was a lie.”

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trina864 · 9 months

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Late Night Drive | J.JK

Summery: You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love. Paring: Jungkook x F!Reader | Est. Relationship Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Smut Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Mentions of attempted r*pe. Boyfriend Jungkook. Making out. Smut. Sex. Unprotected Sex. N*pple play. I would say the smut part is quite vanilla. ‣ A/N: Sooo, Jungkook again. Finally finished this, it actually wasn't planned to be smut, but I got carried away, have you guys seen the new video from CK with Jungkook?! Jungkook in a tanktop is my new favorite, and omg I haven't even mentioned seven on the blog yet, but shit I'm dying. I'm working on something with seven, but you know me, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it, and it's a pretty big project, so we'll see what happens. Anyway enjoy the fic! (:

"Catch!" You yell to your boyfriend, throwing the keys to his black Mercedes. Jungkook caught them, standing on the other side of the car.

He looks from the keys in his hand to you opening the door to the passenger seat. He opens the door and asks "You don't wanna drive tonight?"

"Nah, I wanna admire the city and my beautiful boyfriend tonight." You say as you click yourself in. Jungkook smiles his cute bunny smile before he too clicks himself in.

When Jungkook turns the keys, the car comes to life with a roar. The lights in the car, LED purple and blue, turns on together with the roar.

He takes the car out of park mode and starts to drive out of the very filled parking lot.

The roads are lightened up by the streetlights in contrast to the parking lot which was completely dark, only the lights from your apartment's windows shined across the dark parking lot.

The leather seats in the car are reflecting purple and blue light onto Jungkooks face. He’s concentrated on the road giving you lots of time to admire him.

His hair newly washed still damp, the strands too reflected the lights. Both hands placed on the steering wheel, one cowered in tattoos. His legs clenching the faster he drives. His shirt hugging his strong figure.

His lips lifts in a smirk, he feels your eyes on him in a longer period of time. Jungkook has always loved your attention, you are one of the few were he doesn’t turn shy.

With you it’s confidence all the way, because he knows you, and loves you.

“Like what you see?” He asks all cocky.

“Nope not at all.” You say playfully making a small pout form on Jungkooks lips. It isn’t long though before he gets an idea.

His tatted hand slowly creeps down the steering wheel, over the gear lever, and over to your thigh where it rests comfortably.

A shiver goes over your spine as you feel Jungkook’s hand caress your thigh with utter love.

Unable to hide your smile you look out the window to the moving city, remembering all of the old memories you built with Jungkook.

Your first tattoo, the time you met each other’s parents, the day Jungkook asked you to be his partner.

One strong memory keeps popping up into your head, and you decide to share it with Jungkook as you think he never actually heard your feelings on the story.

“Do you know when I started loving you?” You ask quietly. He looks over at you, trying to catch your eyes, but you keep them on the moving city outside.

He gives you a soft squeeze with the hand on your thigh, and he sees how comfortable and content you seem in this moment. As if everything is just good right now. “No I don’t think I know that.”

“Well, do you remember our third date or something, that one were I thought it would’ve been a good idea for us to go to a club.” You ask looking back to Jungkook with anticipating eyes.

He gives you another squeeze, remembering exactly which night you’re referring to. “I would rather want to forget that night, but yea I do.” He manages to chuckle it out, not as much for his own sake as for yours.

That night had been a real nightmare for you. He gets shivers just thinking back to your trembling body walking out of the restroom with a dress torn in the side and mascara running down your face.

You ran into his arms that night even though you still didn’t know each other that well.

You explained how a guy had tried to do things to you while on the way to the restroom. He had almost succeeded before you got your hands in your pepper spray and you ran out of there.

Two minutes passed where Jungkook tried to calm not only you but also himself. How he wanted to smack that guy's face into the floor and kick him unconscious.

But he could sense that you needed something steady and strong in that moment, not someone who couldn’t control their anger. So he stood with you and hugged you.

“That night was both the worst and the best night ever.” You say. Jungkook looks at you with a frown not catching on to how it could’ve been a good night.

“I’m not following.” He says looking back to the road as one lonely car passes by.

You smile fiddling with your hands. “The moment the guy came running out from the restroom and walked up to us, I knew you wanted to fight him.” Jungkook clenches his jaw, hand tightens around the steering wheel.

This shows just how right you are, somewhere in his eyes there’s a look of regret, for not having punched the guy.

“Of course I wanted to fight him. I wanted to punch him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to walk again.” He says, and he gets surprised by your answer.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You clear your throat and Jungkook looks over at you, your face like his illuminated in purple.

“I felt how angry you were, but you calmed yourself for me, do you have any idea how rare that is? I needed you to let him go, and you did. That made me feel so safe, you have no idea how good I felt in your arms when we got home. I never felt so at ease before, as if there was nothing in the world that could hurt me, because I had you.” He doesn’t know how to reply in this moment, he is speechless.

You can’t contain your emotions tonight, they shine on your face with every smile and breath. Especially the smile you have now is showing Jungkook more than anything else could.

“That’s how I still feel. I feel safe with you Jungkook, at home. And I very much believe that is how love feels. I started loving you in that moment, and never stopped.” You say.

Both of you watch as the light from the same club’s sign shine through your windows and adorns the car in turquoise blue.

Jungkook pulls over not too long after and turns to you with his whole body. Like he had seen emotions in your eyes, you see emotions in his.

The small unsheat tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lifted shape of his eyes from the smile he adorned.

To you he is as euphoric as the heart of a field filled with pink and white flowers.

He feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world sitting in front of you like this and showing his emotions without being scared of what you would think.

No words are needed between you two, the love for each other is evident for both of you. All that are needed is to let silence do its part and sit long enough for the emotions to lick up your body and embrace you in a warm hug.

It's you who makes the first move, crawling over the gear lever, and straddling Jungkooks lap. He smiles looking up at you and you wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I love you more than words could ever describe." He says and leans into your hands.

You bend down and kiss him, pressing your lips hard against his, just to try and show all the affection. Jungkook returns the kiss just as passionate as you, opening your mouth, and licking his way into your mouth.

You start grinding down into his lap, pressing against his dick. Jungkook moans into your mouth, loving the way you move on top of him. His hands wander down your sides and lay over your hips were he guides them.

You sit like that for quite a while, making out, Jungkooks dick grows hard under you and for every time your cunt presses against him you have to hold your moan.

Even with his small whispers that he wanted to hear you, and you shouldn't hold back with the sounds, you have to keep some in to not seem too desperate.

Suddenly Jungkook gets enough of your 'holding in your moan policy' and he stops you.

You whine quietly, but he shushes you as he starts leaning the seat back. When the seat is as leaned back as it can get he switches places and pulls his shirt over his head.

You almost drool, looking over his abs and feeling them over.

He smirks down at you as you too get rid of your shirt and your shorts, leaving you in only panties. You left the bra at home. He is over you in an instant, grabbing and twisting your nipples in between his fingers.

You're in bliss, Jungkook switches one of his hands out with his mouth, and the noise his sucking and licking makes is sinful, you don't even notice Jungkook getting rid of his own pants.

It's first when his bare thighs tangle against your own that you notice the lack of clothes from his side as well as yours.

From there it all seems to go a bit quicker, you getting rid of your underwear and Jungkooks his. He bends your legs up so your thighs are resting over you. He pumps himself a few times before he lines his cock up with your pussy entrance.

Your eyes meet, and again no words is needed as the love and sexual seduction shows itself.

It's almost as if your moan and Jungkooks groan harmonizes, both coming out equally loud as he pushes his dick into you.

You lay still for a few seconds as your pussy adapts to Jungkooks seize. He kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings between small kisses.

It's first when you tap his abdomen twice he starts to move, just like you had agreed.

He starts out slow, still letting you adapt to his seize, but slowly as your moans gets louder and the windows gets more fogged the pace quickens.

It doesn't take long before Jungkook is hammering into you, pulling the filthiest moans from your mouth, and making the seat beneath you squeak as if it's in pain.

Your wet sounds are not half as attractive as Jungkooks grunts and whimpers. His cock hitting into your g-spot, plus him whimpering with his whiniest voice "Fuck yea." is so filthy, so dirty and nasty that you feel your orgasm bulid up in turbo mode.

"Ah, Jungkook I'm so close." You whimper with closed eyes and tears in the brim. He looks down at your beautiful squinted face, sweat on your forehead as well as your inner knees were his grip is starting to slip.

His own sweat drips from his neck down to your neck where the two substances mixes. The windows are unable to be seen through.

"Fuck, ah!, you look so good, a mess all because of my dick. Are you gonna cum on my dick huh? Is that what you want? To milk it into your cum?" His words is as sinful as the car you're in, and you whimper a series of 'yes'.

Jungkook quickens the pace. If his pace was fast before this is rapid. It's almost animalistic how he grunts and fucks into you, even you feel how your walls clench harder around him. Your nails dig into his back, you don't scratch scared you'll actually scratch through his skin. "Oh- my- go- od, Jungkook!!" You manage to get out through each thrust.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, running all over you as your body spasm. Jungkook doesn't slow down, he keeps the same unforgiving pace through the whole of your orgasm. You feel used in the best way as your orgasm is over. Jungkook is still not finished, but you feel his dick twitch inside you.

You help him on the way, you have to make him cum so you can get a break. You do the thing Jungkook loves the most, and dirty talk to him. "Shit, my cum is all over you cock, it's on the seat. You're gonna get stained by my pussy juice when you drive." You say and Jungkook has to rest his head on you as he falls weak for your voice.

"You're covered in my cum kookie, you have to cover me too. Cum inside me baby. Paint my pussy white with your cum, kookie." You moan. It doesn't take long from there till Jungkook is loosing his grip and cumming into your tight pussy. "Fuuuuck! Yea, ah." He moans as his load shoots into you and mixes with your own sticky cum.

You almost get another orgasm just by how good it feels to get coated by Jungkook, how good it feels when his body takes over and he has no control of how he hammers into you.

When he is done he collapses on top of you, dick still wrapped in your warm walls. "I love you Y/N." He says as he feels your fingers run through his hair.

"And I love you Kookie." You say and smile as Jungkooks arms sneaks under you and he hugs you with his face nuzzled into your neck.

Shit, you love car drives with Jungkook.

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sketchguk · 1 year

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in my head; kth

➵ pairing: fwb!taehyung x reader

➵ genre: pwp (porn with plot), angst, college au

➵ word count: 8k

➵ synopsis: taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

inspired by thuy's in my head

warnings under the cut!

➵ warnings: unrequited love, commitment issues, dacryphilia, degradation (use of the word slut, whore, and pervert), fingering, oral (f receiving), spit kink, overstimulation, use of the color system, breast play, hand job, unprotected (jealous/possessive) sex, marking, impact play (slapping - face & pussy, spanking), breeding kink, choking, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, manhandling, mentions of intoxication (mc & taehyung are sober!), use of the word daddy, mentions of religion, ass play, mentions of dp, creampie

You can’t help but think that this is a terrible idea. The heavy bass and the sound of rap lyrics vibrate through the walls of the old Victorian house. Unfamiliar voices are muffled beneath the syncopated beats, and you can’t make out a single word.

You’ve managed to escape the sticky, beer-stained floors and the heat of the frat party downstairs. Instead, you’ve sought refuge in one of the bedrooms, hand-in-hand with none other than Kim Taehyung himself.

The space around you is dark, save for the dim lamp behind you. You’re propped on top of his tiny desk, careful not to knock over the expensive camera that rests beside you.

“I thought you were gonna show me your new photos.” You pull apart from Taehyung’s lips, meeting his gaze between pretty eyelashes.

Your words slur, finding it difficult to talk with his tongue in your mouth. A string of spit connects your lips together. It threatens to break loose the further you recline.

With hooded eyes, he leans forward, chasing after your kiss. “What’s the rush?”

His lips brush against the corner of your mouth as his hand wanders down to the hem of your dress, bunching it over your waist. The straps have already fallen loose from your shoulders, the top of your breasts spill out from over the fabric.

Taehyung grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. His nose nudges against the column of your neck. A sigh falls from his lips as he lingers over your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin, teeth grazing.

He glides a finger over the taut fabric of your panties. It’s soaked from your arousal, wet and sticky between your thighs.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he taunts with a crooked smile. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

Although that may be true, you’ve been kissing for what feels like over an hour.

In an effort to pull him closer, you wrap your legs around his waist. The outline of his erection leaves an imprint against the fabric of his sweats. It rests against your core, hot and heavy. You shift in your seat, desperately wanting him to pull your underwear to the side so he could stuff you full.

“Who got you this worked up, hm?” Taehyung dips his head down to kiss your shoulder.

His fingers squeeze your cheeks once again, and he angles your face to look him in the eyes, domineering. The hum of his low voice sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze is dark and hazy with lust and desire.

There’s a soft glow of light that surrounds you, almost like a halo. Taehyung thinks that you look the prettiest at times like this ー when you’re pressed beneath his weight, right in the palm of his hands.

You meet his eyes before shifting focus to his swollen lips. He quirks his brow, and you melt in his touch. Perhaps you’ve been staring at him for a moment too long because you can feel your saliva pool out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes across your bottom lip, collecting your drool. “What’s wrong, love?” He tsks, tapping the side of your cheek. “You always have so much to say, but now what? Don’t tell me you’ve gone this stupid for cock.”

A fervent whine escapes from your parted lips. Your eyes brim with tears as your cunt pulses with desperate need, aching to feel Taehyung inside of you, even if it’s just the tip.

Taehyung throbs at the sight of your soaked eyelashes, but he pays no mind to your pleas as he sinks down to his knees.

“Let’s try again.” He spreads your legs further apart, trailing kisses against the inside of your thigh. “Who made you this wet?” His lips hover over your panty clad cunt before mouthing against the fabric.

“Taehyung, don’t tease,” you shake your head, babbling. “You’re the only one I want, you know that.”

He pushes the cotton aside, revealing your sweet pussy to his wandering eyes.

“I’m the only one?” In a deep voice, he hums against your folds. “Are you sure it’s not Namjoon?”

You shake your head in denial. “Just you,” you say in a hushed tone.

His fingers spread your lips apart, watching you clench around nothing. Taehyung lingers above you before releasing a glob of spit onto your core. It glides between your slit, dripping down your entrance.

You spread your legs wider, making room for his broad shoulders. His gentle, teasing fingers trace across your sensitive lips before dipping them between your velvety walls.

“You seemed to be really cozy with Joonie though,” Taehyung pumps two fingers inside of you, easily gliding between your soaked cunt. “You were acting like such a needy slut downstairs, I swear that you wanted to fuck my friends.”

His jaw clenches. You can sense a hint of jealousy in his tone. You find that to be odd considering Taehyung is never jealous.

He’s not even yours.

Taehyung has always been difficult to read. More often than not, in the lonely hours of the night, you’re within an arm's reach, prepared to keep him company, dropping everything at his beck and call.

After tangling between the sheets at the end of every night, he’d comb his fingers through your freshly-washed hair, careful not to linger too long on the hickeys that scatter across your collarbone.

Meanwhile, you’d trace hearts onto his back, wondering what he thinks about when he looks at you ー whether or not your name sits inside of his head in that current moment, if ever at all.

Time and time again, he reminds you that this is just casual. The two of you are supposed to let loose and have fun.

Yet he holds your hand so gently when you cross the street, when you slow dance in the quiet of the night, and when he fucks you deeply and ardently into the mattress. After, he’d order Chinese delivery to your house, stuffing siu mai in your cheeks so that you would shut up and stop talking nonsense about paying him back.

He even kisses your forehead and calls you his good girl after leaving love bites on your neck.

It would be impossible not to fall for someone like Kim Taehyung as kind, sweet, and humble as he is.

If you ask him to be your boyfriend, would he laugh? Would he furrow his brows and wonder why? Would he utter a vague response? Something along the lines of “I don’t know.” He often deploys these words when he’s faced with questions he doesn’t want to think about.

In your mind, the worst case scenario occurs when Taehyung breaks it off right then and there, asking you to leave. Meanwhile, you linger by the door, begging him to love you just once, and maybe twice ー Through the ups, downs, and in betweens.

It never happens. You never ask. You never bring it up. You just go through the motions, settling for the warmth of Taehyung’s body, even if it’s a temporary fix.

Lost in your own thoughts, you bite back a whimper. Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. Taehyung grabs your wrist, placing it at the edge of his desk.

“You weren’t this shy when you were whispering in Jimin’s ear ー when his hand was on your thigh, and when you were acting like a huge, desperate cock tease.”

The possessive part of Taehyung’s brain takes root when he guides his hand between your legs, slapping your clit. Shuddering under his touch, you release a silent scream.

Taehyung plunges another finger inside of you, stretching you apart with a steady pace. It feels like too much, yet not enough at the same time. Your head is spinning, body sensitive from the heat of his skin against yours.

“I want to hear you cry for me.” His brows furrow. A look of faux sympathy crosses his angelic features. “Unless you don’t want my friends to hear you being such a whore.” He speaks so casually, as if he didn’t just drop another glob of spit onto your mound. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if Namjoon was here though ー watching you.”

You shake your head, panting for air, trying to catch your breath as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Really? Then how about Jimin?” He taunts you so cruelly.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth, licking your lips before you can bring yourself to speak. It’s too difficult to form words when your mind is numb on pleasure, nothing but a steady hum of static.

But if there’s one thing that you should know about Taehyung is that he is not a patient man (despite the fact that he’s been edging you for the better part of the last hour). It’s evident when he wraps his hand around your throat, bringing your attention back to his hazy eyes. He needs your answer, and he needs it now.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he says, demanding, squeezing the column of your neck.

He’s obsessed with the way your throat constricts beneath the pressure of his grip as you swallow your spit.

“Would you prefer if Jeongguk was here then?”

His lips curl into a smile as if he’s testing you, but you see right through his sweet facade. Kim Taehyung is nothing if not mean in bed. If you were to be honest, he would find a way to punish you despite the reassurance in his tone.

After all, Kim Taehyung has never been one to show you mercy. He will spank you, choke you, and fuck you until you’re at the edge of your limit, simply because you let him. Because you love it, and you love when you’re reduced to nothing but a slutty little mess.

“It’s just you, Tae,” you murmur weakly. “Just want you, not Guk.” Despite the affirmation in your voice, your walls clench around Taehyung’s fingers.

Guk? Since when did you ever use nicknames with Jeongguk?

“Love, we both know that’s not true,” he says, slapping your clit once again.

You curse under your breath.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sob with tears streaming down your face, but you adore every second of it. Taehyung takes a moment to wipe the tears from your eyes before pressing a tender kiss to the apples of your cheeks.

“I saw the two of you at the door earlier,” Taehyung begins, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, biting the flesh between his teeth.

It’s true that Jeongguk invited you to the party. Actually, he asked you long before Taehyung had even brought it up. But no, Jeongguk is not your date and neither is Taehyung.

At the very least, Jeongguk had the decency to acknowledge you and give you an ounce of attention (Taehyung would argue that Jeongguk looks at you like he’s in love with you, yet you remain oblivious, chalking it down to being friends).

The entire evening, you talked his ear off about your neuroscience research ー the idea of emotional numbness being a symptom of certain psychological disorders. It sounds depressing, but when you manage to break it down, comparing it to Widowmaker’s genetically modified brain chemistry, Jeongguk clung onto your every word.

Not only are you so adorable, but so fucking brilliant. On top of that… you can unpack the lore of his favorite Overwatch hero for hours on end? You might just be the girl he’s been searching for in all of his dreams. It’s no wonder he looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

Meanwhile, throughout the whole night, Taehyung was too “busy” to approach you ー only watched from afar. He can’t risk the thought of people finding out about your relationship. Rather, he was swarmed with girls hanging off of his arm, vying for his attention. Yet the only thing he saw was you.

You finally had a moment alone when he brushed against your arm, asking you to trail him upstairs to “show” you the photos he took on his new camera.

And that is exactly how you found yourself in this predicament.

“Jeongguk was so sweet to take off your jacket and offer you a drink.” Taehyung circles your clit with calloused fingers as if he has all the time in the world.

These soft, gentle touches only mark the beginning of your punishment, and you’d be lucky if you could crawl out of bed tomorrow morning. You close your eyes, praying to a higher power that you’ll make it out of here in one piece.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” He murmurs against your jaw, pressing a kiss to your chin, barely missing the soft curve of your lips. “I’m pretty sure he thinks about you when he touches himself.”

To emphasize his point, Taehyung glides his hand down the inner part of your thigh. Goosebumps ripple across your skin as you shiver in his hold.

“What if Jeongguk was here, watching you beg for my cock, hm?” Taehyung hums. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You whine desperately, saying anything that would please Taehyung despite how easily your body betrays you ー pussy pulsing with need, carnal and insatiable.

Anyone could tell that Jeongguk has a huge crush on you. It’s in the way that he looks at you with wide, lovestruck eyes. He holds onto every single one of his words as if you’re rewriting the stars. Whenever you share a lame joke that flies over everyone’s head, he’s giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Truthfully? Nothing pisses Taehyung off more than that.

Somehow, even the sound of Jeongguk’s name makes you clench around Taehyung’s fingers.

“Do you want him to fuck you?”

The image of Jeongguk making room for himself in your cunt makes you break into tears, sobbing. Or perhaps Jeongguk would be the type to take it slow, you can never be so sure. His pretty face is so deceptive. Maybe he would memorize every inch of your skin and make love in a way you’ve never quite understood.

“Because I know that Guk wants to.” Taehyung says it as a matter of fact. As if he knows something that you don’t. There’s malice in his tone when he utters the nickname you’ve defaulted to.

“Would you let the boys watch? Namjoon? Jimin? You know they’re quite fond of you, right? You might give them the impression that they have a chance with you because you’re such an easy slut.” Taehyung spins a dirty fantasy inside of your head while he rubs deft circles onto your clit. Your slick arousal seeps out of your pulsing cunt, soaking his fingers.

“I bet you’d let Jeongguk fuck you raw too.”

The innermost part of you thinks about Jeongguk losing his innocent image so that he could stretch you open and flood you with his cum, round after round. How he would plug your needy cunt with his length, forcing you to cockwarm him, locking his cum inside of you until he’s ready to ruin you all over again.

How would Taehyung feel if he were to watch? You can’t decide if he would love it or hate it, and neither can you.

Jeon Jeongguk is nothing if not kind, so surely, he could do you one favor, right?

With the thought of Jeongguk stretching you open, your orgasm washes over you, and you tremble in Taehyung’s arms, consumed by your climax. You cry out, muttering apologies over and over again. Tears cascade down your cheeks, unable to control yourself.

But perhaps you’re not sorry at all.

That’s all it takes for Taehyung to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking harshly on the small bundle of nerves. You buck your hips, wanting him impossibly closer, but his hands squeeze around your waist, pinning you to the table.

His tongue delves between your entrance, lapping the arousal that drips out of you. The taste of your cum is such a sweet reward, but it’s almost offensive how you could come to the thought of fucking another man, a man who is not him, but one of his friends and fraternity brothers. Even if Taehyung was the one to flood your head with thoughts of Jeongguk, he can’t seem to handle the truth.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s because you could slip through his fingers and leave him at any point in time. How much longer can you deal with this lack of commitment ー no strings attached situationship?

The gossip among your friends isn’t lost on him. He knows that they don’t like him, always urging you to step away. An ember ignites inside of his chest when he recounts a conversation he once overheard: ‘Jeongguk’s been asking about you. You should give him a chance, don’t you think? What if he’s the one?’

As if Taehyung has something to prove, he works you into overdrive, sucking your clit into his mouth as he rolls the small bundle of nerves with his tongue.

You reach down, gripping his hair between your fingers, feeling much too overstimulated after your first orgasm. Taehyung digs his face deeper into your pussy in hopes that he can elicit the sweet whimpers that make his cock leak with beads of precum.

From beneath his desk, he drags down the band of his sweats, just low enough for him to pull out his dick. His hand wraps around his length, jerking off to the sound of your moans and the way that your pussy weeps for him, squelching into the quiet of the night.

Taehyung eats you out like he’s starving ー messy and depraved. You’re dripping in arousal, completely soaking his chin with your essence.

Your legs quiver, closing around Taehyung’s head as you approach your high once again. He circles his arms around your thighs, spreading them wide apart. You’re rendered immobile, forced to take him like the good girl he knows you are.

He picks up the pace, forcing his tongue deep between your walls.

Trembling in his hold, you tip over the edge with a sob that rips through your throat. Your cunt pulses as he laps up the cum dripping from your core.

Your fingernails dig into his scalp, yet Taehyung has no intention of stopping. In fact, the pain drives him to work even faster. He swipes his tongue against your clit, sucking on the bud and working you into overstimulation. He needs to make sure that you don’t ever think about touching another man but him.

He may not be yours, but you are his without a single doubt.

Taehyung plunges his fingers back inside of you, massaging the inside of your cunt with delicious friction. It’s on the border of pleasure and pain, yet you welcome it as you ride out your high.

“Taehyung…” You whimper in a weak voice, “It’s too much…” Once more, you tug on his hair, pulling him apart from your cunt, even as it pulses in his wake.

But Taehyung can’t help himself, lurching forward, he wedges himself between your thighs. He needs to taste you, just a little more as if this is the last time he’ll ever have you. He kisses your clit, repeatedly, one smooch after another ー completely pussy drunk. He knows that you can take it.

You slump against his desk, legs weak. But there’s nothing you can do. What Taehyung wants, Taehyung gets. And all he wants is to mark you, claim you, and breed you until you’re filled with his cum for days on end.

Taehyung wipes his chin with the back of his hand, and it just might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He picks you up from beneath your thighs, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’re no stranger to the bounce of his bed as he lays you on top of his covers. You’ve been there a dozen times before, having memorized the feeling of the cool, linen fabric against your exposed skin.

Taehyung tugs on the neckline of your dress, revealing your breasts to his hungry eyes. He suckles on one of your pert nipples while twisting the other between his thumb and forefinger.

Meanwhile, you reach forward, palming his erection through his sweatpants. He grinds against your hand as he hums into your chest. Murmurs of “mine, mine, mine.”

His hand reaches down to circle your wrist before shoving them down his pants. He dips your hand beneath the fabric, guiding your hand to fist his cock, pumping his length without the burden of cotton in between.

It’s heavy in your hands, long and thick. You can barely wrap your fingers around the circumference of it all.

Taehyung shifts focus onto your neck, sucking love bites into your delicate skin. To fuel his ego, he needs the rest of the world to know that you belong to him. That nobody can fuck you better than him. Not Namjoon, not Jimin, and definitely not Jeongguk.

“Tae, I need you.” The words are slurred coming out of your mouth. You’re delirious, yet you haven’t even had a taste of him.

“You think you deserve my cock?” He tilts his head to the side, arching his brow. His question is rhetorical, yet you can’t help but nod with desperation.

It’s condescending and downright degrading, but you grow wetter upon tasting his arrogance. You should feel pathetic for wanting his warmth and his comfort, yet in this very moment, he is the only thing that you crave.

Taehyung tugs his shirt over his head and drags his sweatpants down to his thighs. He slides his bare cock between your folds. It’s puffy and much too sensitive, but you love the feeling of his weight on you.

He taps your clit with the head of his cock once, twice, three-four times.

“Who does this pretty cunt belong to?” He doesn’t shift his gaze, even when your eyes roll back, consumed with blinding pleasure.

“It’s yours, Taehyung,” you whimper, melting into the sheets. “I’m all yours.”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear,” he says before tapping your bottom lip.

Instinctually, you open your mouth, and he drops a glob of spit straight down your throat.

Before you can even swallow, Taehyung is lining up his cock with your entrance until he bottoms out, leaving you with little to no time to adjust to his girth.

“My pussy’s all yours.” You manage to mutter a string of words, breathless, half coherent as he stretches you wide open.

“Mine?” Taehyung quirks his brow. His jaw clenches. “Then how about I fuck a baby inside of you, huh?”

If you had any semblance of sanity, your rationality would have spoken against it. But when Taehyung looks at you with such desperate eyes, almost animalistic, you can’t help but to wrap your legs around his waist, forcing his cock deeper into your fertile cunt, begging him to breed you.

The squelch of your heat fills the otherwise quiet room. It’s verging on pornographic ー the sound of skin slapping on skin. When he nestles his hips against yours like two pieces of a puzzle, he groans against your collarbone, resuming his mission to claim you and make you his, ravishing your skin until a deep bruise forms in its place.

He glides into you so effortlessly, his pace punishing. The slick of your arousal allows him to rut into you like you were made for him. By now, you’re certain that he’s fucked your pussy into the shape of his cock. It’s reserved for Taehyung so long as he’ll have you.

He grabs the back of your thighs, folding you in half, right into a press, perfect for breeding. But not before roughly delivering a spank to the curve of your ass. The impact leaves a temporary mark, and you thrive off of the attention that he gives you.

You’re so fucked out, you can’t think of anything other than coming with Taehyung’s name on your tongue.

He pounds into you with a force that causes your body to inch up the mattress. The bed frame rocks against the wall, but neither of you care about the repercussions. Nobody could possibly hear you whoring yourself out when the boom of the bass is so loud downstairs.

Would it really be such a bad thing if someone were to catch you?

It should be humiliating how wet you are, soaking his cock like a bitch in heat. But in fact, you’re in love with the way he prods your cervix as he finds his home nestled inside of you.

Taehyung grips the underside of your jaw, turning your head so that you can face the floor length mirror on the other side of the bed.

His lips press against the shell of your ear as he whispers sweet nothings against your blazing hot skin. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how well you take me,” he coos.

You stare into your reflection, eyes meeting your own in the mirror. Your makeup is a complete and utter mess. Your mascara runs down your cheeks from the tears in your eyes, your lipgloss stained from all the kisses you’ve shared.

Taehyung’s hips roll against yours, and your gaze shifts to the strain of his muscles. His back is so broad and so strong. His biceps flex from holding himself above your body.

From this angle, you can see the way he drives into you. Your pussy can’t help but swallow him deeper and deeper, accommodating his length as it drags against your walls with a delicious, slow burn. He fucks you so ardently, he can barely pull away for long before burrowing right back into your core, settling into the deepest parts of you.

With your eyes trained on the mirror, you can spot the faint love bite that blooms beneath his ear. Perhaps there is a small part of Kim Taehyung that does belong to you. Or maybe your mind is playing tricks on your heart once again.

Taehyung props himself up on his knees for more leverage. But before he can situate himself, he notices the small crack in the doorway, slightly ajar. Through the gap, he can see the wandering eyes of his fellow fraternity brother, none other than Park Jimin. He genuinely has no idea how long he’s been standing there.

Feeling high on some power trip, Taehyung flashes an amused smirk at the man on the other side of the door, shooting him a wink as he plows his hips against yours.

There’s a small part of Jimin’s subconscious that makes him believe he should walk away and pretend that this never happened. It feels wrong to spy on his best friend splitting your sweet cunt in half, but he can’t seem to look away. The longer he stares, the harder he gets.

Maybe it’s the boost of serotonin that Jimin gets from the sight of your tits. They’re bouncing from the force of Taehyung’s thrusts, and he can only imagine how they would feel beneath his palms. Perhaps it’s the sound of your dulcet voice, begging Taehyung to fuck you deeper, spank you harder, and love you louder.

Jimin has only ever dreamt about the sound of your moans, but now, he can hear them loud and clear from the other side of the door.

He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. Perhaps this is a dream. Or maybe he’s a little too drunk at this point of the night.

But when he looks up again, he’s met with Taehyung’s darkened eyes. Jimin’s mouth goes dry, wishing that he could be there in place of his dear friend.

In all of his dreams, Jimin has never pictured you to like it so rough. You’ve always been so kind and so sweet, offering to clean the dishes among his dirty fraternity brothers. You’re so considerate to keep him company while he builds his Lego sets late into the evening.

You’re practically the face of innocence.

Now with this knowledge of you being a dirty, little whore, he can stow it away into the back of his mind, saving it for the dark and restless nights.

When Taehyung’s thumb meets your clit, you whimper his name. It’s raw, almost painful, coming from your scratchy throat.

“Say it again,” Taehyung demands, tapping the side of your face with his free hand before gliding it down to your neck. “Say my name again. If you want me to cum inside of you, beg.”

You cry out his name as your eyes roll back, his length prodding against your cervix, bruising the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Unintelligible murmurs spill from your lips. “I’ll do whatever you want. I just want your cum, I need it, please, please, please. Need you to fuck me full. I want your babies, daddy. You promised, remember?”

Something inside of Taehyung ignites whenever you call him daddy. “You need it? Need my cum? My babies?”

Taehyung picks up the pace, burying himself deep inside of you. His tone is mocking, and you fall apart to the sound of his voice. “What a needy fucking plaything.”

He pays no mind to the way you shudder beneath him, tears falling down your face. He continues to maneuver you into a different position, manhandling your body in a way that has you clenching around him even tighter, sheathing his cock deeper between your walls. He hooks his arm beneath the bend of your knees, lifting your legs over his shoulders until you curl beneath him.

You’re addicted to the way he fills you to the brim, splitting you in half. A ring of milky cream coats the base of his cock, revealing itself whenever he pulls out the slightest bit. It’s mixed with the saliva that he drops onto your mound, making the glide so effortless.

Had this been any other night, Taehyung would not let you off the hook this easily. Instead, he would humiliate you into begging. Your face would be pushed into the mattress while he makes a mess of your pussy. He would spill his load inside of you while prolonging your orgasm, only allowing you to come if you beg for it. But tonight, he’s being much too kind in the presence of his guest.

Taehyung brings his hand down, spanking the curve of your ass. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” He groans against your lips.

You shudder once again when he strikes your clit ー “This pussy is mine.” At this point, you would have thought you’d be used to it by now, but the impact continues to surprise you every time.

He gives a harsh thrust into your cunt, deep and rough. Rushed murmurs of “mine, mine, mine.” For good measure, he spits on your face and slaps your cheek. Kim Taehyung fully knows that you do belong to him, and he needs Jimin to know that.

Taehyung grabs your waist and flips you over so that you straddle his hips. He grips your jaw with a firm grasp, forcing your head toward the direction of the door. He doesn’t seem to forget about his dear friend. Because apparently, Park Jimin is as much of a pervert as you are.

When you lock eyes with Jimin on the other side, you clamp around Taehyung’s length.

He just knows that you love the attention.

Your legs tremble on either side of his waist, and you want to collapse into his chest to hide in embarrassment. Humiliation prickles your cheeks, but you know there’s nowhere to run.

As a reminder of his presence, Taehyung grips your waist. “Color?” All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll stop.

You’ve expressed your interest in exhibitionism before, yet Taehyung has always been the one to keep your relationship a dirty little secret. So it doesn’t come as a surprise when you nod your head in confirmation, cursing out the words, breathless. “Green.”

“‘Atta girl,” Taehyung groans, squeezing your hips. “Why don’t you show Jimin how you ride?” He suggests, clenching his jaw.

There’s an innate need to show Jimin what a pretty, desperate little toy that you are. So you bounce on your knees, fucking yourself onto Taehyung’s cock.

Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of you as your tits bounce on full display. His eyes scan your body up and down, taking note of the dress that bunches around your waist. It’s the same strawberry pattern that you wore to Sunday service the week prior.

He remembers how pretty you looked as you sat cross legged on the other side of the pew 一 when you had volunteered to pass around plates of food for the elders at the luncheon and when you had flashed him a gummy smile after pouring you a glass of orange juice. But now, the image of you in that same exact dress has tainted his memory.

Your hands rest on Taehyung’s chest as you grind your hips onto his. With each brush against your clit, you shudder, slowly losing your senses from the mind numbing pleasure.

Soon enough, you lose your rhythm, jagged and off-tempo. Your thrusts are much too shallow for Taehyung’s liking, your thighs burning. It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. But you can’t help it when you’re a little too distracted by Jimin’s eyes boring into yours.

“You can do better than that,” Taehyung growls, landing a sharp slap against your ass. His fingers dig into your waist. Your flesh gives way to his grip, dimpling beneath the pressure.

“Tell Jimin how much you love being fucked like a whore.” Taehyung says, punctuating each syllable with a sharp thrust.

Because you are constantly under Taehyung’s spell, you do as you’re told, whining out Jimin’s name with tears in your eyes. “Minnie…” Taehyung grits his teeth, hating how close you are to all of his friends. At the end of the day, you’re his.

There’s no hesitation in your voice. “Love it so much 一 Love being Taehyung's slut. He fucks me so well, he’s ruined me for anyone else. I can’t- I can’t-” The sobs wrack through your body as the dirty words pool out of your mouth. “Please, Tae, I want to come so bad. I’ve been a good girl, please, please please- I promise I won’t act up anymore, I only want you.”

Taehyung has trouble believing your lies. You’ve been anything but a good girl all night. The images flash before his eyes 一 you drinking with Namjoon, leaning into Jimin’s touch, giggling with Jeongguk. Fuck, the way you came around his fingers when he flooded your pretty little head with thoughts of his friend claiming you in front of everyone like a needy whore 一 it sets a fire ablaze inside of him.

The only thing you’ve done that’s worthy of praise is making room for Taehyung’s fat cock inside of your slutty cunt.

Taehyung forces two fingers into your mouth, demanding you to suck. You swirl your tongue around his digits, making them nice and wet before he traces them down your spine. He circles the puckered rim of your ass before dipping right into your tight hole.

“Would you let Jimin fuck you here?” Taehyung asks, searching for the answer in your eyes. “You could probably come with him in your ass, no?”

Tears stream down your cheeks as you shake your head no.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t done it before, love. I know you can come as long as your holes are filled,” he coos. “Wouldn’t it feel so much better if you had two dicks inside of you? Sweet girl, I know you can take it.”

You clench at the sound of his filthy words. Taehyung has never proposed a threesome before. He hardly talks to his fraternity brothers about you, whether it is out of privacy, jealousy, or embarrassment, you can never be sure.

Drool starts to drip out of your mouth and pride swells up inside of Taehyung’s heart.

He circles his arms around your waist, bringing you down to his chest. Digging his heels into the mattress, he bends his knees to thrust into you at a merciless pace. His perfect tempo hits your soft, spongy center with such precision. The head of his cock grazes against your g spot with every stroke, and you whine into his neck.

Your eyes are threatening to close, and you find it difficult to catch your breath.

Taehyung murmurs against your skin, reminding you to breathe. Upon hearing his calm voice, your chest heaves against his.

“Come with me, come with me,” he demands, his voice breathy. “Show him that you’re mine.”

With a few deep thrusts, you come on Taehyung’s cock, pulsing around his length. You clench around him so tight as though you never want him to leave. The sound of Taehyung’s moans are muffled by the blood rushing to your head. All you can hear is the thrum of your pulse, pounding against your ear drums.

Taehyung’s hips still against yours as he grabs your waist, trying to find a semblance of self-control. He spills into your cunt with thick spurts of white, hot cum, filling you to the brim. It pours out from between your walls, coating the side of his length.

Your breath is labored as you collapse into his chest, much too weak to hold yourself up any longer.

When you look over at Jimin, there’s a dark, wet spot over the crotch of his pants. A small whimper escapes from his parted lips, his eyes screwed shut.

If you did not have a modicum of rationality in your post orgasmic haze, you would think that Taehyung would offer to invite him inside. But as you’ve come to learn, Taehyung is not a fan of sharing what’s his.

So when the show is over, Jimin is quick to step into the bathroom where he can touch himself to the fresh visual of you in your strawberry print dress. Perhaps he can conjure up the image of you on your knees, wrapping your pretty lips around his throbbing cock. He would die a happy man if he could paint your perfect tits with his cum. But for now, he’ll have to settle with the glide of his hand, imagining that it’s your tight walls sucking him into the warmth of your cunt.

And once Jimin cleans himself up, he’ll be on his merry way to tell his dear friends about the best thing he has ever witnessed in his entire life. He’d be $20 richer after Seokjin coughs up the money he bet on your relationship. And maybe Jeongguk will finally come to terms with his feelings before he loses you completely.

Surely, when all is said and done, Taehyung has cleaned up the mess that he’s made, making sure that you’re happy and well taken care of. He kisses your lips and rubs your back, taking his time to clean you up.

He’s extra gentle when he wipes a wet cloth against your swollen pussy. It’s far too sore after the rough pounding that he had put you through. Possibly bruised and broken, at least that’s how your body feels, yet you wouldn’t be opposed if he suggested another round after you’ve recuperated because you’re simply insatiable.

Yet that moment never comes because the two of you tuck yourselves beneath the covers, making small talk until the morning rises.

You never mention Namjoon nor Jimin. And you definitely wouldn’t dare to utter Jeongguk’s name. With sleepy thoughts and heavy eyelids, you simply let the night cut into the day.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a beam across the thin film of your eyes. You’ve been awake for the last hour, keeping yourself occupied by counting the beauty marks that scatter across Taehyung’s face. You’ve done it a million times before. You could probably point them out in the dark, completely blind.

“Creep,” he mutters under his breath when he catches you staring.

A chuckle vibrates through your chest as you playfully push his shoulders. He rolls onto his side, facing the wall, but you cage him in your arms, wrapping them around his waist, molding your body to his. Your laugh tickles the nape of his neck.

Taehyung tries his best to ignore the lingering scent of your perfume on his bed sheets. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the right side of his bed where there’s a dip in the mattress ー the same shape as you.

He won’t even bring up your awful bedhead because he thinks it’s funny. He likes how he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. You’re at your prettiest when you’re beneath him, but also beside him.

Yet if he were to speak of this out loud, it would mean that all of this is his ー that he has something worth losing.

“How about I make some pancakes?” You offer, wiping the exhaustion from your eyes with the back of your hand.

Taehyung shifts in your embrace. He strains his neck to gauge your expression. “Pancakes?”

“Yeah, you got any strawberries?” They’re his favorite. He may have mentioned it once or twice in passing between soft kisses and sleepy yawns. Something about it being a reminder of his grandfather’s farm in Daegu. “Thought I saw some in the fridge the other day.”

“Don’t you have class soon?” Taehyung wonders out loud. He already knows the answer. He has your schedule memorized. How could he not?

“I could be late,” you shrug. “Remember what I told you about Professor Lee? He’s boring anyways.”

On any other day, Taehyung would have said yes without a second thought. But the fact that you’re willing to skip class doesn’t sit right with him. Suffering through medical philosophy 301 might not be that important to you, but… would you honestly prefer to spend your time making strawberry pancakes?

Taehyung clears his throat. “Before I say yes, can I ask you something?”

The air is thick.

There’s hesitation in your response, but you nod nevertheless. “What is it?”

“Are these just pancakes, or… is it something else?”

You part your lips, ready to respond, but the words are stuck in your throat. The answer should have been “just pancakes,” yet you’re certain that it’s more than that.

Perhaps it’s the casual intimacy or the domesticity. Maybe it’s an extra 30 minutes spent with the guy you’re half in love with. Is that too much? Are you too much?

“It’s whatever you want it to be.” You decide to play it safe as if you don’t want to die on the inside. As if his answer won’t have your organs collapsing on itself.

How the hell is Taehyung supposed to tell you that he wants more than just breakfast and half an hour of your time. He wants all of it and more, but it’s selfish to ask for that. You deserve the world, but he can’t give you what you need.

Time and time again, Taehyung has said that this is just casual. No strings attached. But how could he let it get this far?

There’s an adoring look in your eye that triggers his fight or flight response. He’s scared.

“I think… I just want pancakes.” There’s a dull ache in his heart and a voice that’s screaming in the back of his head. “But maybe next time. You should go to class.”

Little do you know, it took a hell of a lot of courage to say anything but “Please have me. Please hold me. I’m sorry.”

You try to push down the sting of his rejection as if it isn’t a reflection of the love that you deserve. “Okay, so I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Taehyung curls onto his side of the bed, retreating into himself. The heat of his body escapes yours. His responses shrink, reduced to nothing but an “I don’t know.”

You contemplate his cold tone and decide not to push any further. Yet you’re certain that you’ll keep yourself awake in the dead of the night by finding meaning in his silence.

For Taehyung, it hurts knowing that he can’t be the man for you. When his efforts fall short of what you deserve, he has a feeling that you’ll slip through his fingers once again. Would that hurt more than pushing you away?

When Taehyung asks you if you need a ride back to your place, a vile feeling bubbles up in the pit of your stomach. You can’t quite explain what it is. Anger? Hatred? Animosity? The truth is, you could never hate Kim Taehyung. Not for all the dreams you’ve shared. Not for all the wasted time. Not for the things he never said.

Taehyung thinks a ride is the best he could do if he can’t offer himself to you. If he can’t be your boyfriend.

You simply decline. “I think I wanna walk,” you mutter. Perhaps a little bit of fresh air is exactly what you need. Some time and space to clear your head and just think.

You hum, flashing him a smile that isn’t much of a smile at all. It doesn’t sit right on your face, Taehyung thinks. It doesn’t reach your eyes the way he’s accustomed to ー like when you ace your physiology exam, when two bags of chips fall out of the vending machine, or when you wave hello to a stray cat from across the street. Even if Taehyung notices the ill-fitting smile on your face, he doesn’t seem to mention it.

So you slip out the door without another word, falling apart in the usual way.

It’s chilly in the hallway outside of Taehyung’s room. You shiver at the feeling.

From the back of your pocket, you pull out your phone, drafting a text to Taehyung: “It’s cold out. You should wear a jacket.”

You contemplate hitting send, but before you can decide against it, a familiar voice brings you to a halt.

“Hey, Y/N, morning!” The sweet lull of Jeongguk’s voice resonates through your eardrums. He’s always awake early in the morning, but perhaps he never went to bed to begin with.

His hair is messy. Disheveled. He has a crumb of toast that sits pretty on the corner of his lips, and you don’t hesitate to dust it off. He flashes a warm smile at you, thankful for the action.

As he often does, you think that he might offer a ride to prevent the walk of shame. If you ever decline, he’ll just nod his head, shrug on a jacket, and walk by your side to the foot of your apartment building. In spite of Jeongguk’s frat boy status, he may be the only decent member of the fraternity.

But this time, you don’t decline. You tuck your head between your shoulders as you shrug. An “okay” slips from your lips, followed by a “thank you.”

Maybe you could use a friend. Maybe you could have more than that.

There’s a set of keys in one of Jeongguk’s hands and a knit scarf in the other. He wraps it around your neck so that you can brave the cold, fifteen steps to his car at the end of the driveway.

But as he fixes your bedhead, pulling your hair to the side, careful to not get it caught beneath the fabric of his scarf, he chimes with yet another question.

“Are you and Taehyung serious by the way?”

You shake your head no. “No, not at all,” you murmur, sullen.

There’s a hopeful smile that affixes itself onto his lips. “What would you say if I asked you out on a date?”

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