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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months

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Until You’re Shaking - Kim Taehyung

W/C: 2.7K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.” + “I swear to the goddesses i won’t stop until you’re shaking.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, somnophilia (consensual), touching while reader is asleep, light nipple touching, clit stimulation, clit sucking, oral (female receiving), light hair pulling, fingering, cum tasting(?), multiple orgasms, nicknames, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), slight overstimulation, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Taehyung lets out a groan as he slowly woke up and stretches slowly, the room was dark from the curtains being drawn, but he could see light coming from it and knew it must have been morning, he turns onto his back and picks up his phone to check the time, quickly seeing it was almost afternoon.

“It’s worth it,” He mutters as he puts his phone back down and turns onto his side to look at you, you had somehow ended up sleeping on your back and the covers had shifted down just below your chest. He lets his eyes roam over your face, taking in how peaceful you look while you were asleep before his eyes slowly begin ascending towards your chest, watching as it slowly rose before falling, he reaches over and presses the back of his fingers against your jaw and slowly glides his hand lower, over your neck and collarbone before moving along your chest and over your breast, he turns his hand over and runs the pad of his fingers over the spot where he knew your nipples were.

He knew your body like he knew the back of his hand by now, he had it memorised by now, and every time he sees you in front of him naked, he falls in love with you all over again and falls even deeper into you when he finds more parts of your body he can kiss and caress. His finger circles around the bud, watching and feeling as it hardens and stands through the shirt, his shirt that you had worn to bed the night before, he takes in a deep breath as he feels something stirring inside him.

“You have just no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He mutters. He could see your breathing was slowly deepening the longer he circled his thumb over your nipple. “You, alone, watching you, thinking of you, turns me on too much and all I want to do is make you feel good,” Your body was slowly reacting to what his finger was doing. “You’re always so beautiful and hot…” His hand slowly travels down, moving underneath the covers before cupping your mound and pushing his fingers against your clit. “Sometimes I wonder how I can hold myself back from devouring you with kisses,” He gently presses his finger against your clit before slowly rubbing it.

He could feel blood rushing towards his cock as it hardens, your chest was rising and falling faster as your breathing became heavier, he adds a finger and gently massages the nub, your hips gently jerk at the feeling and a soft moan soon falls from your lips, your head moves against the pillow as your body was responding to him.

“Let me taste,” He mutters and pulls his fingers away, he moves underneath the covers, carefully pushing your legs apart and settling between them, one hand grips your thigh as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “Fuck, I can smell you already,” His nose presses against your panties before he licks a stripe along your panties. “Hmm, so good already,” He uses his fingers from his other hand to spread your folds, pushing your panties against your clit before pressing his tongue against your clit.

“Taehyung!” You gasp as you wake up. You lift the covers and find him between your legs, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck,” His tongue swirls over your clit through the fabric again, and you could feel your insides tightening as a slow orgasm was building. His hand grasps your thigh tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh. “I never knew you were such a dirty boy,” You reach down with one hand and grip onto his hair, the covers dropping as you do. You gasp as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit through your panties, and he gently sucks on the nub. “Oh, oh, fu-fuck, Tae…” Your lids flutter as you feel tingles going up your spine. You could feel your panties becoming wetting from not just your juices but his saliva also. “Tae… Oh, my… T-Tae,” His hand caressed your thigh as he held onto it, keeping you from pulling away, not that you were going to.

You could feel his nose brushing against your inner thigh as he turned his head to try and get a better angle of your clit, and fuck, just feeling his hot breath against your skin, especially there, was making your mind spin. You gently tug at his hair and your hips lift slightly, needing more of the feeling he was giving you.

“Mo-more,” You mumble. Your skin felt on fire, and you were starting to sweat from how hot the room was and how it was becoming between your legs. “I need more,” You feel his mouth disappear from your clit and moments later you feel his tongue gliding along your folds before stopping once he reached the crease of your inner thighs.

“I swear to the goddesses, I won’t stop until you’re shaking,” He mutters as he pushes your panties aside. His hot breath hitting your clit causes your back to arch for a few seconds, his nose brushes against your mound before you felt his lips wrap around your clit.

“OH!” You loudly moan, your eyes shut at the sensation that goes through you like lightning. “Oh, my fucking…” You could feel the tip of his tongue pressing against your clit as he sucks on it. “Gosh, Tae-Taehyung…” Your thighs push against the side of his head, and you feel his hand on your thigh sliding higher to grip the crease of your hip. “O-oh,” You feel his fingers slipping against your entrance and press against it, a faint squelch sound reaches your ears. “Oh, fuck,” You were certain it wouldn’t take long for him to uphold his promise about having you shake with pleasure. “Fuck,” His fingers massage against your entrance, threatening to slip in every few times as he pressed down.

“Hmm, hmm,” He hums against your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut in pleasure. The vibrations from the humming were reaching deep inside you and causing the tension to build more and more, and you swear it was close to snapping. “Hmm,” Your toes curl, and you bend one leg to press your heel into his shoulder.

“Tae…” You gasp out. Your upper body turns sideways as you felt your high getting closer and closer. “Oh… my…” His fingers slowly push into you, stretching your walls and stimulating them. “Fucking… Tae,” You probably sounded so desperate for him, but you didn’t care. His fingers curl inside you, and you feel how close they were to pressing into your sweet spot. “Fu- fuck,” You could see specs of dust floating behind your lids, your mind was overflowing with pleasure. His fingers turn inside you and your back arches as your upper body falls flat against the mattress. “TAE!”

“Hmm-mmh,” He hums once more. You almost sit upright at the pleasure that shoots up your spine, his fingers were brushing against your sweet spot, and you could feel your high approaching quickly.

“Oh, my, oh, my…” You chant out. The specs of dust behind your lids quickly turning into stars, and you could feel your entire body starting to tense up. “Oh, fuck… oh, go—OH!” Your head presses hard into the pillow as a sudden bolt of pleasure spreads through you, your mind slips into the clouds as it feels like your body had started to float. “OH, OH, FUCK, TAEHYUNG!” His fingers massage your walls as you release around them, while he continues to suck your clit, easing you through your high. “FUCKING GOSH!” Your other hand reaches up to grip onto the pillows to try and ground yourself. You feel the covers being pushed off your lower half and a sudden rush of cold air blows against your hot sweaty skin. “Fuck, Tae, Tae, Tae,” Your grip on his hair loosens, and you bring your hand to your own hair. “Shit…”

You slowly come down from your high, your breathing was hard, and you could feel your muscles feeling like jelly as they buzzed from the orgasm you had, you knew it wasn’t over, and he would try for another round until you were literally shaking for him. You slowly open your eyes as you felt his lips peppering soft kisses on the crease of your hip, his hand that had gripped onto you now rested only rips after he had ripped the covers off. His eyes were still dark with lust, and his hair was even messier than before.

“How are you feeling?” He mumbles. “And good morning,” You lick your lips, almost wanting to laugh. “How did you sleep?” His fingers were gently tracing over your skin, your walls pulsed, and you quickly felt his other fingers were still inside you and that your leg had been lifted off from him and was layer on the bed now.

“What a good morning,” You breathe out. “I slept okay, I had a dream when I was waking up…” He hums, and you could see a smirk starting to pull at his lips. “But when I woke up, it wasn’t a dream, it was much better than the dream… and it felt good, it felt really good…” He nods and kisses his way towards your belly button before lifting his head once he couldn’t touch your skin anymore and hovers over you.

“It felt good?” He mutters. His hand on your ribs move to press into the mattress to keep himself just above you. “It felt good hearing you moan my name in pleasure,” He dips his head lower. “But you’re not shaking yet, are you?”

“I’m close…” You whisper, staring into his eyes. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers wiggle inside you, just that slight movement had caused your insides to start tightening again. His face was inches from yours, and you could practically smell yourself on his lips.

“I want to be inside you when you shake,” He whispers before pushing his lips against yours, your eyes shut as you could taste yourself on his lips and reach up to run your fingers through the back of his hair before tangling your fingers in them. His palm presses against your clit, and you feel his fingers begin to move inside you again.

“Hmm,” You moan into his mouth. You lift your leg and wrap it around his waist, pressing your heel into his lower back. “Hmm,” His fingers slip deeper into you and your back arches as you feel them reach your sweet spot. “OHH!” He breaks the kiss just as you let out a loud moan, your walls pulse, and it felt like your clit had gained a heartbeat as he rubbed his palm against the nub. “Tae… Tae…”

“It feels like you’re shaking beneath me already,” He says. His lips press against your jaw, and he kisses down, pausing at your neck to leave several kisses behind on it. “Are you going to be my good girl?” His tone was low, and it was right beside your ear, a shiver runs through you at the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your ear.

“Taaaeeeeee,” You whine. Your high was building faster than your first one, your muscles felt shaky already. “Fucking shit,” You turn your head to the side, giving more space and access to your neck, your other hand wraps underneath his arm, and you place your hand flat against his back before sliding your hand up and grabbing onto the back of his shoulder. “Oh… Ohhh, hmm uhh,” Your toes curl, and you feel your hips lift off the bed, his palm presses harder against your clit as his fingers massage your sweet spot. “FUCKING GO- TAE!” Before you could prepare yourself, your high crashes into you and you come undone.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” He mutters as he leaves another kiss behind on your neck. “Make a big mess for me,” It felt like your entire body was shaking uncontrollably beneath him, and he could feel it, he absolutely loved having you shake from pleasure. “Give me a few seconds,” You let out a whine as you feel him pull his fingers from you, your hands tighten around him when you feel him starting to pull away, only for him to pause.

“Tae, fuck, don’t pull away,” You mutter, completely lost in the pleasure you were feeling. “OH!” You didn’t even feel him push his boxers down, but you sure did feel when his cock pushed past your folds and pushed against your entrance.

“You’re so wet…” He groans before slowly pushing the tip of his cock into you. Your lips part and you take in an inaudible gasp as he slowly fills and stretches your walls. “Oh my fucking fuck,” You could hear grunts and groans from him as your walls practically swallowed him in.

“Tae, fuck, I’m…” Your words get caught off as you gasp, you could already feel another high building, and it would take long before it would crash into you. “Tae… fuck, Tae…” Your walls pulsed around him, and you hear him groan before his head moves between the crook of your neck again.

“You feel so good…” He groans into your neck. “Fuck, how am I supposed to last when you feel like this?” He slowly lifts his hips, and you feel your walls pulsing at the stimulation, your grip on his shoulder was slipping from the sweat, you could feel the shirt you wore sticking to your skin.

“TAAAEEEE,” You whine as another high crash into you, you weren’t sure how much your body could take as he was slowly rocking his hips into yours, easing you through your high while slowly building up to his own. Your mind was filled with the pleasure you were feeling, and your body felt like it hadn’t stopped floating since your second high hit. “Tae… fucking, Tae…” You manage to lift your other leg and also wrap it around his waist, making him groan as he feels the shift around his cock.

“Fuck, you, it, everything… feels so good,” He groans. Your walls felt sensitive, and you could already feel another orgasm building inside you, the heartbeat inside your clit was beating erratically, and fuck, your body felt absolutely on fire, especially the places he was touching you. “Fuck, you’re milking me…”

“F-fuck, Tae…” You gasp. You could feel his hips slowly speeding up, the stimulation to your walls was making your mind spin even more, and the stars behind your lids exploded. “TAE!” You hold onto him, it felt like everything of yours was shaking as your high was approaching with a rate of not, before you knew it, your mind fell blank from the pleasure and for a moment you thought you had blacked out.

“Fuck, fuck, you feel… fuck, taking me so good…” He grunts above you, you feel him grab onto your hand and squeeze it before feeling his hips rut into yours before stopping. “Fuck, oh, fuck yes,” You felt his muscles twitch as he pressed his stomach against yours, and his cum spills into you as he breathes heavily into your ear, your body was buzzing from the pleasure you had been put through, and it felt like you had no energy left at all. “So good, and all mine,” You feel his grip on your hand tighten before you felt his other arm slip underneath you, and pulls you on top of him as he rolls over, keeping his cock inside you. Both of you breathe hard as you take a moment to let everything sink and cool down. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm,” You hum, trying to search for some energy to properly answer him. Because you were alright more than alright. “I… hmm,” He chuckles and gently rubs his hand up and down along your back.

“Did I go overboard?” He asks. “I feel like I did since you can barely answer me,” This time it was you who chuckles, but he could hear how lazy it sounded when you did. “I should make us some tea…”

“It was good,” You whisper. “Maybe a little overboard, but it was you,” He smiles up at you and lifts his head to gently kiss your forehead, you turn your head and quickly make yourself comfortable on top of him, and with his heartbeat right in your ear, it was a perfect lullaby to lull you back to sleep.

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dreamescapeswriting · 6 months

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Smutober Day 20 ~Masturbation~ Kim Taehyung [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

PAIRING: Taehyung x GN!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, taehyung finding your lingerie and masturbating to it, roommates, finding your underwear, unknown feelings, getting caught, facial,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

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Taehyung had prided himself on never being that creepy roommate that people were sure he would turn out to be but today it was getting especially hard for him not to stare at you. Normally he would never let his eyes linger on you for more than a minute at a time, he never wanted you to be scared he'd do something to you. Nor did he want you to think he was some kind of creep because that just wasn't him.

The two of you had been friends since you could remember and it was a good decision to move in together at the time. Only ever since moving in it had brought up all of these feelings for Taehyung he never knew he had for you until it was too late.

Now he had to deal with the person he had a crush on walking around in their underwear or a towel, not to mention bringing dates home every now and again where he would have to listen to you fake laugh at their jokes.

Tonight was no different, you'd shown Taehyung your outfit and left a few hours ago. In that time Taehyung had taken about four cold showers to try and shake off the thing your outfit had done to him but nothing was helping. Even now as he put your laundry in your room he found himself longing for you and he bit down on his lip as he pulled out the bright red set that he'd washed for you.

"Fuck," He grunts as he runs his hands over the fabric, his cock hardening beneath his pants as he slowly licked his lower lip. It was wrong and he knew that but it also felt so right, Taehuyng freed himself from his pants and began to fist his cock, giving it a hard tug as he moaned your name out lowly.

His eyes shut as he tried to imagine it was your hands on him, that it was you that was jerking his cock vigorously.

"Yn," He whimpered, continuing to stroke his cock as he let out a low grunt. His mind imagined you on your knees in front of him in the red set he was desperately clutching onto.

"You feel so good, Yn." He moans out as his hips began to rock into his hand, a tightening building inside of his stomach as he pumped his dick harder.

Your eyes widened as you walked into your room to find Taehyung there but it seemed as though he had no idea you were home. The tight should have turned you off and freaked you out but you couldn't help but be turned on by the sight,

"Yn," He moans louder as he continues to fist his cock, you wasted no time rushing over and kneeling down in front of him. You couldn't count the times you'd wanted this to come true.

Taehyungs eyes fluttered open when he felt your hand on his dick and he whimpered, trying to back away but you tightened your grip on his dick and continued to pump him.

"I want you," You whined as you ran your thumb along the end of his cock, a loud moan left his throat as you continued to pump him.

"Do you see what you do to me?" He grunted, thrusting a little into your hand,

"Cum for me Tae." You begged as he continued to fuck into your hand, your other hand coming to gent;y cup his balls as you run your fingers over them trying to coax his release from him. That was all it took for him to come, crying your name out as his cum splashed against your face and chest while he rode out his orgasm.

"Hot," You giggled, wiping some of his cum from your cheek with your finger and licking it clean smirking as he let out a groan and his body shook a little.

"Let's go shower," You whispered, pulling him toward the en-suite in your room as he tried to process what had just happened.

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taichoushadow · 4 months

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Never lost - Kim Taehyung

A/N: A cute fluff to start the year right. Absolutely dedicated to @taeandpuppies 💜

The grass really did seem greener on this side and the flowers looked brighter than ever before. You huffed in amusement, resting your back against the tree you picked out as a perfect comfort place.

Stretching your arms above you, you let out a satisfied groan, happy you could sit down. Your gaze however was focused on the man crouched down a bit further down the path. It seemed like he was immerged by this one dandelion. Tilting his head from side to side and circling around it as if he was going to find some hidden gold in there.

He heard you laugh and turned his head around to raise an eyebrow and asked what made you laugh. You shrugged in response, following his movements as he stood up and stretched his own arms and legs before walking up to you.

''I am glad you find amusement in the fact that we are lost.'' Taehyung couldnt stop himself from smiling, making himself comfortable next to you. With a sigh, you looked up to see the sunlight filtering through the leaves and showing a beautiful blue sky mixed with the fresh green.

''I am never lost when I am with you.'' You answered honestly, propping your leg over his to make yourself even more comfortable. Taehyung did not answer and you were not expecting him too either You just wanted to let him know, he was actually all you needed. It may sound cliché and some would say that you should not depend on someone but in your own opinion, being able to depend on someone, having that someone you always can return to, seek refuge in. That's what it is all about, isn't it.

And with him, you never felt lost, even if you were here now, having walked past the same stream for the seventh time and that Taehyung finally did admit, you two actually were lost.

''Hey.'' You heard his quiet voice and felt the way his fingers wrapped around your arm, asking you for your attention in every way he could. You hummed, turning your gaze back to his, swallowing when you noticed the intense look in his eyes and your lips parted, wanting to ask what made him so serious, all of a sudden but he beat you to it, cradling his hand over your cheek, to guide his lips to yours, locking them in a sweet, tender kiss.

''I want to marry you.'' Taehyung just dropped the bomb like that, breathing on your cheek, hiding his face in the croock of your neck after uttering those words to you. He wrapped his arms around your middle, tucking himself closer to you. ''I truly want to drop down on one knee and pop the question.'' he continued. ''One day, I promise.''

The loud beating of your heart, surely was felt by him, as you nodded and squeaked out a yes as you pulled back to hold on to his shoulders and firmly answered him once again. ''Yes, yes please do.'' The smile you wore, made Taehyung break out in one himself and nodded. ''Yes ma'am.'' and saluted proudly.

''Come here.'' You laughed, squeezing his cheeks between your palms, planting a big firm kiss right where he loved it the most.

''To marry we need to get out of this forest though.'' This caused him to burst out in healthy laughter, falling down onto the grass to let himself go through the high of just being with you, whenever, wherever and you joined him with much pleasure.

''Or we could build just a home here.''

You might take him up on that offer.

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dirtybtssnaps · 10 months

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taehyungie, i might be pregnant but i want you so bad daddy. this is driving my crazy, i want you to touch me, i want you inside me like the way you impregnated me, please daddy.

Genre: Establish Relationship, Smut, Question/Roleplay

Pairing: Dominant Bts Kim Taehyung (V) and Submissive Female Reader

“What am I gonna do with you, sweetheart?” Taehyung asked chuckling softly, “I thought a pregnant woman would be horny, but you wanted it so much more now. Alright how about this, I want you to wait exactly one day for me to fuck you, if you still want it after that we can do it whenever and however you want alright?” Taehyung asked you while smiling softly

- Kim Taehyung (V)

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Doodles

Word Count: 594

Summary: In which they meet at a fan meet.

Warning: she’s not an army im sorry

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Taehyung was tired, he usually tried to sleep a lot before fanmeets but last night his anxiety had spiked and he spent the whole night tossing and turning. Today just seemed to be dragging on, waking up too early, everyone else seems way more energized tha usual. Trying to pump up his energy he played music drumming a beat along his thigh, he didn’t even feel the drags on his skin from his soulmate drawing, so drowsy that he was partially asleep in the waiting room as the staff set up the stage.

She was bored, she only came in place of her friend, she barely listens to bts honestly, not because she didn’t like them, it just never came about. But when her friend fell ill and couldn’t come to the fan meeting she agreed to come and get the auto graphs for them and pass out their letters they write for the members. Her friends however didn’t tell her it would be this boring, she yawned as the event continued, deciding to entertain herself with drawing designs on her skin, she dragged the pen acros her arm creating elaborate pictures on her skin, with each stroke of her pen the more bored she got, while she loved drawing, especially giving herself temporary tattoos, she couldn’t help but want to leave, the line was so long, was it even worth the extra money for a minute long conversation with each of them.

It took a while before she finally stood before the first member, Namjoon’s dimpled smile growing as she approached, “Hey what’s your name?” He wondered, looking intently at her hand as she handed him the book for him to sign.

She told him her name before quickly telling him to make it out for her friend instead, “You’re not a fan?” He wondered confused as he signed the book.

“I don’t listen to your music much, only when my friend puts it on when we’re together.” She explained with a shrug, moving onto Jin next repeating the process, and then with Yoongi, and Hoseok. Things only got interesting when Jimin perked up at the sight of her arm, eyes widening as he took in the drawings that had appeared on his band member earlier.

“Hey did you draw those today?” He wondered, not even trying to be subtle.

“Yea in line. It was boring.” She hummed, before explaining who she was, why she was here and who to make it out to.

Then came Taehyung, his patterned skin reaching to grab the book from her patterned hand with wide eyes. She looked down, noticing the situation before glancing back up in surprise, her soulmate was an idol? Quickly shaking out of her thoughts she repeated what she told the others and as time ended, he called a staff member to wait at the end for her so they could talk.

After meeting Jungkook who was practically doing a bunny bounce with his excitement she met with the staff and waited for the line to lessen. And when everyone left the seven found their way over to her, all buzzing with excitement.

“Nice to officially meet you, I’m Taehyung, your soulmate.” He introduced, his black hair falling over his eyes slightly as he gave a shy grin.

“Hey it's the non army!” Yoongi called, pointing at the woman with a teasing grin, “Bet you’ll be an army soon.”

The woman gave a faint grin, grasping Taehyung’s hand gently in hers as her nerves dulled down feeling him accept the bond as well.

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btsmosphere · 2 years

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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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angelsvoice1love · 7 months

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Roommates

(friends with benefits)

Breathing heavily, you wiped your brows from the sweat that was dripping of of it as you just finished moving into your new apartment.

Yes, you were moving in with your brother and his best friend Yoongi. Seeing as your former roommate traveled a lot for her job, your brother and his friend Yoongi insisted that you moved in to make it safe.

Y/n: All done. You said to yourself as you finally finished moving into the room.

Yoongi: Here's your last box. He said placing it on the floor.

Y/n: Thanks. You replied, as you opened the box.

Yoongi: What the hell. Those are a lot of plushies.

Y/n: Yeah...and.

Y/b/n: Really sis, you kept them?

Y/n: Yes. You bought me a plushies since I turned 16. Seeing as I'm 26 now, I only have 10.

Y/b/n: Fine. Whatever. Listen I have to leave soon for a business trip to England, will you be okay?

Y/n: Of course. I can manage here, besides I can make dinner for Yoongi and I every night after work. Seeing as he'll work late this entire week at the studio.

Yoongi: And you know this how?

Y/n: Oh...sorry. I saw your schedule on the fridge, when I put some banana milk in there.

Y/b/n: Okay. Listen, I need to go. Take care of each other. Love you sis. He said placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

As your brother's taxi left, you turned to Yoongi bit your lip and walked over to your room. A few seconds later Yoongi was in your room, watching you place books in your bookshelf when he came to you. Arms wrapping around your waist, you froze as his hot breath fanned your skin.

Yoongi: I missed you. I missed that night we had at the cabin. He whispered in your ear, breathing in your sent. I can't get that night out of my head...when we didn't say a word to any of our friends to where we were going.

Y/n: Yoongi-

Yoongi: That wild night...where we were tangled on the floor, in front of the fire place. Those blankets, sure we're thick for us to lay on. He whispered sexy, making you swallow. Seeing you here...i can't resist you. He spoke, as he kissed your ear.

Y/n: Y...Yoongi...stop. You said, as you turned and pushed him away.

Yoongi: What? Why not? He asked, as he took a few steps forward.

Y/n: Yoongi...i just...i think that night was a mistake.

Yoongi: A mistake? Really? After you begged me to be friends with benefits with you. After making those arrangements to go to the cabin, where we were alone...and had a long weekend to ourselves and having sex a few times your calling it a mistake.

Y/n: I-

Yoongi: 10

Y/n: What?

Yoongi: That's how many times we had sex at the cabin. That was 3 months ago. We agreed we'd only have sex when one of us are lonely, need to relief stress or just need a good time.

Y/n: But...Yoongi, we live together now that's why we need to stop.

Yoongi bit his lip, as he nodded his head. Still not listening, he shut the door behind him moving back towards you as he placed his hands on your cheeks kissing you softly.

After a few seconds you kissed Yoongi back, as you held onto his waist. The kiss was starting to heat up, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Looking in Yoongi eyes, you smiled as toy pushed him back as he fell on the bed. Walking over you straddled his lap as you kissed him again.

Yoongi: Does this mean I won? He asked, as he smirked slightly.

Y/n: For now. You replied kissing him back.

Yoongi's hands moved from your legs to your waist, moving up as he removed your shirt. After a few seconds, you removed Yoongi shirt as he started to kiss your neck making you moan in the process. Yoongi lifted you up, with ease as he placed you onto the bed. Removing his pants he was left with his underwear, standing he took of your pants and hovered over you once again. Kissing your neck, you felt butterflies as he lowered himself and kissed your bare shoulders. Biting your lip to keep you from moaning, you pulled Yoongi up and kissed him hard.

Y/n: Yoongi...i don't want to beat around the bush. No teasing, no anything. If we're doing this, I want you now.

Nodding, Yoongi pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pulled off both your underwear and rolled on the condom.

Yoongi: Are you ready?

Y/n: Yes.

As Yoongi, pushed himself inside of you, you held on for dear life onto his shoulders. Yoongi gave you a few moments to agust before he slowly started to move inside and out. Keeping the slow pace, Yoongi pushed his head into the gape of your neck and started to suck on the skin.

You, held onto his strong shoulders and you started to kiss it. Licking and sucking on the right side. As Yoongi's pace picked up, you started moaning which caused you to clasp your mouth shut.

Stopping, Yoongi glanced down at you as he pulled your hand away.

Yoongi: Why are you keeping those sexy sounds away from me.

Y/n: I...i don't want the neighbors to hear us.

Yoongi: They won't. This whole apartment is soundproof. Due to me practicing my music so often, we made it soundproof. So, you can scream all you want, all for me.

Nodding you kissed Yoongi hard as, your tongue asked for entrance. Giving it to you fast, Yoongi and you both fought for dominance as he started thrusting into you faster and harder.

Y/n: Y...Yoongi...ahh...yes...right...there. You gasped as he took your breath away.

Yoongi: Yes...anything...f...for...y...ahh.

A few more hard thrusts and you felt your high coming, you kissed Yoongi's ear as you sucked on his earlobe.

Yoongi: Y/n...ahh...that feels...nice. Mmm, ahh.

Y/n: Y...mmm...ahh. Taking control you flipped you both over, as you straddled him. I've always wanted to try this. I...is that okay?

Yoongi: I'm down for anything that gives you pleasure. He replied, holding onto your hips.

Smiling you started moving causing friction for you both. Looking up, Yoongi's eyes focused on the facial expressions you made while bouncing up and down on him. He moved his hands up your arms and flipped you both again.

Yoongi: If anyone is finishing this game it'll be me. He smirked as his thrusts started to become faster, and even more harder than before. I'll make this...mmm...evening...l...last as...agh...long as I...aghh...can.

Yoongi connected your hands on either side of your head, intertwining your fingers as he kept on going.

Y/n: Aghh...y...yes...mmm...aahhh...y...yoongi...i-

Both: AGHHHH! You Noth moaned loudly as Yoongi fell forward.

Breathing heavily, he catches his breath as he pulled out of you taking off the condom and tossing it into the bin. Sitting up, he looked down at your sweaty body. Chest rising and falling, as you looked back at him.

Yoongi: May I lay down with you?

Y/n: S...sure. You replied moving aside so he could lay next to you.

Pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead, as he pushed some hair from your face.

Yoongi: Are you hungry?

Y/n: No. Are you?

Yoongi: No. So...what now?

Sitting up, you looked down at him as you took the blanket and covered your body.

Yoongi: What's wrong?

Y/n: I...we need to talk about this. Whatever it may be.

Yoongi: Okay. He replied as he covered himself too. We agreed it to be friends with benefits.

Y/n: I know. What I meant was...how are we going to do this? I mean we're living together, and having my brother around won't be easy to sneak around.

Yoongi: True. Mm...i guess we could always plan ahead.

Y/n: Plan ahead? What do you mean?

Yoongi: We could always change our names on each other's phones. Then we could always text each other, to meet up. We could even meet at the dorm at times.

Y/n: The dorm? Seriously. You expect me to have sex with you, with the guys around?

Yoongi: Yes, why not. I was told to stay with them for a while. And I don't share a room with anyone, so it'll be fine.

Y/n: I don't know. W...what if they hear us?

Yoongi: I guess we could meet at a hotel, or motel.

Y/n: But...that be a waist of money. Um, I guess the dorm would be okay. Even here, just as long as my brother isn't around.

Yoongi: So, we're doing this then?

Y/n: Yes. I'd be lying if I saidthat I wouldn't want to be friends with benefits...i...i really like being with you.

Yoongi: You do. He said coming closer, as he kissed you shoulder moving his way up your jawline and to your ear whispering. I like doing it with you.

Next thing you new, Yoongi was hovering above you again, kissing your chest. Moving his lips to your lips, making sure the kiss was passionate Yoongi took your hand in his, as he moved it to his erection. Guiding your hand up and down on himself. Kissing your neck, you took control and pushed Yoongi down making him lay down on the bed as you hovered over him while still giving him a hand julob.

Yoongi: AGH...yes...t...that feels good. He said, his breath hitching as he started twitching in your hand.

Before he could cum on your hand, you took your hand away from him giggling as he frowned up at you.

Yoongi: No. Don't stop.

Y/n: Well...you could either cum on my hand, or you could cum inside me. You said as you reached over him opening your draw and took out a condom showing it to him.

Yoongi: Mm...definitely the second one.

Nodding you tore open the pack and took the condom rolling it onto Yoongi slowly. As soon as it was on you were on top of Yoongi, riding him fast, Yoongi held your waist as he moaned at the way it felt. The friction, the energy you had, how beautiful you looked as you were bouncing on him.

Yoongi: AHHH...y/n, wow...this is amazing...mmm.

Y/n: Your amazing...ahhh...ahhh-

You groaned loud as you fell forward, onto Yoongi's chest. After catching your breath, you got off Yoongi rolling off the condom and throwing it into the trash.

Y/n: Now...one more thing.

Yoongi: Yes.

Y/n: If we are doing this, I want you to sleep here with me tonight.

Yoongi: Deal.

Smiling, you sat on his lap, pulling him up, you kissed him, as you licked his lips asking for entrance.

Yoongi denied you entry trying to play his little game, but that didn't phase you as you kept kissing him until your hand started rubbing him, which caused him to gasp giving you asses to slip your tongue in. Running your right hand in his hair, while your left hand held onto his neck.

Pulling away, you looked at Yoongi breathing heavily as you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

Yoongi: You tired?

Y/n: After two hard and amazing rounds, yes. And a little hungry. How about we order in and watch Netflix?

Yoongi: Sounds great. How about you wear my shirt, I think it'll be cute. He said, as he pulled you closer, as he kissed your chest.

Y/n: Since you asked so nicely.

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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hi ate congrats! pa-request ng 003 with taehyung? tapos phantom of the opera au kung kaya. thanks! <33

003. "Love me. I'm cold." + kim taehyung

— Kim Taeyung always hated the cold.

word count: 830 contents: ANGST, loosely based on Phantom of the Opera (both movie and novel), childhood friend!Jeon Jungkook to the rescue, (Y/N) developed a bit of a Stockholm Syndrome for a moment yikes, YOU ARE OF AGE (unlike Christine 😭) toxic, possessive behavior, major character death, Yandere AU pairing: kim taehyung x reader

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A/N: Thank you so much!~ ✋😭💖💓💕 I’m so glad you joined! 🥳 I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think of making “Love me. I’m cold.” into an ANGSTY yandere abomination and I also never fully watched Phantom of the Opera until this, but I gOTTA DELIVER!! Sana nagustuhan mo AAAAAAA

P.S. Repeat after me, lovelies. NO YANDERES IRL. THIS IS FICTION.

Time and fate are an unfathomable pair in how much they've changed life for you in the past months.

How, in spite of having gone your separate ways, you're once again entangled with a familiar face from your childhood.

How, in spite of having been nothing but a background piece to the magnificent opera house for years, you're suddenly thrust into the limelight.

How, in spite of having fallen for the angel of music, you're now faced with the fact that he had been a demon all along.

"Taehyung, please!"

Catacombs ran deep beneath the city, labyrinthine halls that drove you mad as you ran through them in a desperate search for familiar faces. The white gown you had worn for the play was now tattered, sodden with the cistern's murky waters and smudged with dirt, and grime—and yet, that doesn't stop you from running towards the phantom and the vicomte as soon as you saw them.

After having enough of the people that got in his way, Taehyung hunted the derelict halls beneath the opera house for Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and now here they were. The two of them were locked in a battle, and though Jungkook was of a larger build than him, Taehyung seemed to have exhausted him enough for him to be winning over the young vicomte.

"Taehyung!" your voice shakes as you call out his name immediately.

Through the mask that covers his face, there's an immediate shift in his eyes, stone cold, murderous gaze becoming soft at the sight of you. "Enough of this. I beg of you," you beseech him, such words instantly taking away the fondness and revealing a look of betrayal and rage.

"You're mine!" he childishly bellowed, shaking just as much as he pressed down on Jungkook yet again. "Haven't I made that clear enough?!"

The pain in his voice twists your heart, just as much as his heinous deeds twist your stomach. Murder, sabotage, manipulation—he had done all of it for your sake, he told you. If so, then perhaps you can coax him out of this. "Let go of him and I'll go with you," you strike a deal with the devil, effectively tempting him into loosening his grip on the vicomte.

"(Y/N), n—"

Jungkook's protest is cut off by a groan of pain as Taehyung's fist meets with his jaw, the clatter of swords falling along with him. In an instant, the masked phantom seizes your face, his hold firm yet gentle. "You will marry me," Taehyung decidedly declares, "and you'll never b—"

A horrified gasp leaves you as you catch sight of a glinting steel poke through Taehyung's abdomen. He, too, reels with the pain coursing through his very being.

Blood—blood is coming out of him fast.

Behind the phantom, Jungkook shakes as he withdraws the blade. He's never killed anyone before. "She's not yours or mine," the young vicomte gritted through his teeth, "but I'll never let her be damned to the likes of you."

The rage that roars through the phantom is immediate. So close, yet he had been foolish. He should've ended the basta—

A gentle hand squeezing his is the water that douses the fire burning within him. Your eyes meet and he sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the sparkle he had fallen for no longer there. There's a resounding defeat that flashes in Taehyung's eyes as he staggers forth and surrenders himself into your arms, his body falling from your weak hold and onto the floor.

You and Jungkook share a glance, both unsure of what to do. Had Taehyung finally realized his faults and regrets so close to death's door?

Desperate for the last of your affection, Taehyung's hand clutches your gown. "Love me," his words were a benediction to you, his muse and goddess, as they always were. "I'm cold."

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold, but the darkness of the crypts were all he had, and he could never bring himself to the warmth of fire—the very thing that left half of his face and body scarred after an unfortunate incident years ago.

You oblige, for the sake of what good he had done in your life, for the sake of that poor, unfortunate soul who craved for love he went mad. Fingers trembling from the cold and from the rush of it all, you unmask Taehyung for the last time, in spite of the weak protest he tries to stop you with.

You gently caress his cheek, the one of marred flesh as you let him settle on your lap. A tear falls from your cheek, though you're not really sure why—you don't love him, not after what he's done. It's pity, perhaps.

And so, it is with pity you press a soft, parting kiss onto his forehead, one the dying man relishes. "Tell the world I've died of love," he whispers to you as you pull away, his dying breath only ever taken for his beloved songbird.

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold.

Still, he blissfully closed his eyes. At the very least, in the cold of the night, in the darkness beneath the city, your warmth surrounds him before death's embrace ever could.

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20-37-24 · 2 years

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pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (unrequited love)

wc: 0.3k

a/n: i decided to start posting some drabbles that have been on my drafts for too long. most of them are really short and probably don't make much sense, but that's what helps me sleep everyday. english's not my first language, i won't apologize for eventual grammar mistakes (i proofread every so often, though). thank you for reading, bb! drink water!

for whatever reason, your friends wanted to play with those heartbeat detectors one of them had in their house. you were the calm and collected of the group, so even if they didn't aim at you first, you just knew they were planning something fishy. breaking you was a challenge after all. you just didn't want to do something embarassing in front of your crush, taehyung. on the other hand, your friends were well aware of that fact.

then it came, "y/n, i dare you to fix taehyung's eyeliner without exceeding too much beyond your current bpm."

you know they didn't mean any harm, but you didn't have time to tell them about your confession three days ago. your failed confession. and how since then he started kind of avoiding and putting some distance between you two. your bpm raised a little with the dare, but as you approached him, it dropped suspiciously fast. they couldn't hide their frown. you were the only one to notice how tense he was.

"i won't be long, i'm sorry", you said, taking the opportunity to lean your knee between his legs on the chair for support. taehyung's kept silent and closed his eyes after a couple seconds of staring.

that would be your only chance to touch his skin softly, to look at him without feeling guilty. too bad you didn't care anymore, "i don't care if you don't like me back, i can get over that," you said almost in a whisper, finishing the other eye. you could feel taehyung's breathing falter, but not even that could affect someone who's already broken. "just don't go around acting like i'm some kind of creep. that's pathetic, and i'd rather not ruin our friends' mood with this situation. get yourself together."

then you got back to your standing posture, satisfied with your work. you turned around to see their stunned faces, bringing a proud smile to your own, "so, how did i do?"

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letswritebangtan · 2 years

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Hunk | JJK x Reader

Summary: In your life, you have both Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Love is a tricky subject for y/n. But as time passes, love becomes more apparent.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader; Jock!Jungkook; best-friend!Taehyung

You didn't need a relationship. At least that's what you told yourself. It was hard work. Letting someone into your life isn't as easy as it may seem. Relationships aren't anything like friendships. They may not last nearly as long. They are fragile. They require more compromise and more skill to navigate. You weren't afraid of commitment. But maybe you built an idea of love in your head for so long you wanted it to spawn as immediately as the image you conjured in your head. But like all relationships romantic or not, they take time. You know this, but you can't help but stick to your expectations. And so you decided no relationships it is. But Kim Taehyung was persistent. And he just had to be persistent about you.

There was an iced coffee at your favourite study space in the library each day. The coffee was delicious but you had to remind yourself he did not make it. He left his hoodies in a storage locker that you for some reason had the passcode to so you were never cold during your late night study sessions. He never missed saying a 'hello beautiful' when you walked past him first thing in the morning. He bought you sandwiches and removed the tomatoes. He would make sure you got home safe from parties and never let anyone else tamper with your alcohol. He carried you home when you were too tired to walk and he held your hands when you were anxious. He made you laugh when you wanted to give up and be bought you pizza after every godforsaken exam or assignment. Kim Taehyung was perfect. But you kept telling him that he fell in love with the wrong girl.

"Two seats for Thursday." he said as he shot his charming grin at you.

"You don't even like football." you laughed at him as you took a bite out of your sandwich. With no tomatoes of course.

"It's good to keep up with the trends, y/n. You and I have no clue how football works but we went to the varsity finals anyway. It's fun!"

"So basically you have a severe case of fomo." you stared pointedly at him.

"That or I just want to prove to a pretty girl that I too am a man of sport." he smirked.

You scoffed and couldn't help but to laugh at him. "How charming~" you said playfully pretending to swoon.

"So you'll be there?" he asked laughing. He was excited and you didn't have anything to do anyway.

"Only because it's a free ticket." you said chomping on your sandwich.

"You're an expensive woman, you know that?" he joked.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who asked to be courted." you defended.

He smiled. He had a lovely smile that brought out his lovely eyes. Everything about him was lovely.

"I'll see you later, beautiful. I've got a seminar in five minutes." he said as he stood up and fixed his bag strap over his shoulder. "Football isn't all that bad. It'll be funny watching straight men hurt themselves in front of hundreds of people."

You laughed at him, "How do you know they're all straight men? I'm pretty sure their captain's bisexual."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows, "I'll be rooting for him then."

He smiled one last time before literally sprinting away. He was already three minutes late at that point. But he didn't seem to care about anything else when he was with you. You were lost in thought when someone practically crashed into the seat next to you. The entire table moved at least half a metre away from you as a guy lay sprawled on the floor right next to your feet. You gaped at him as he groaned with his eyes shut. He was holding a football. Of course. He recovered soon enough but you could hear a bunch of jocks guffawing from behind you. The injured boy chucked the football back with so much force you felt the wind sweep across your face. But it was all shits and games because he was laughing too. He was up on his feet in a matter of seconds, dusting his varsity jacket and then he looked down at you. You saw his face for the first time. Black hair, black eyes with more piercings than an athlete should have. He smiled at you with a mixture of embarrassment and flirtation present on his face and turned his entire body to face you.

"Hope I didn't hurt you there sweetheart." he said shoving his hands into his pockets.

You decided then and there that he was annoying. The sandwich you were eating was no longer in your hands anymore. You dropped it from shock during the collision. You scoffed and looked at the table he nearly broke into pieces with his body alone.

"How considerate of you." you said sarcastically. "Considering you just hurled your entire hunk of a body at my lunch."

He raised his eyebrow and smiled in amusement. "I can buy you another sandwich."

"No thanks." you said abruptly. "Maybe keep football out of the fucking cafeteria next time?" you added with a tight lipped smile.

He looked like he was about to laugh. He glanced over to his teammates who seem to be walking off already and then turned to look back at you.

"I'll make sure to pass on the message. Wouldn't want any more hunks ruining your lunch, hm? Such a waste of a...what is that, turkey?" he said surveying the ground of your scattered sandwich.

Now you wanted to laugh. What was this guy playing at? You stood up and gathered your things now that your lunch was over. Well, more like ruined.

"It was a turkey, cheddar cheese and lettuce with no tomatoes. Wholemeal bread buttered on both sides with mayo and sriracha. You might want to remember this for when you make me another sandwich, not buy me one. They taste like crap here. Don't disappoint me." you said as you wore the fakest smile you could and gave him a pat on his shoulder just before turning around to leave.

His eyes were on you at all times, corners of his lips pulling up into the tiniest smirk in amusement of your behaviour. No one has ever told Jeon Jungkook to make a sandwich before. Ever. Now he had to ask his captain how to make one without embarrassing himself.

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It was a mystery why they held football games on a Thursday. It was the longest day of the week for most people. Classes ran from nine to five and most had a nine am the next morning which is a crime to have on a Friday. Yet you were sat amongst the crowd at 7pm that day next to Taehyung who went all out to be in the football spirit. He bought the two of you jerseys that he begged forced you to wear claiming if this was the only time he would get you to watch a game of football then he had to have a picture of the two of you in matching jerseys. You told him to shut up because he wasn't your boyfriend but he ignored you anyway.

You had a tower of popcorn to share between the two of you and you have convinced yourself to pretend this is a movie to get through this hell of a night but the screams around you just killed that cinema mood. Taehyung bumped into loads of friends on the day but still sat with you as he refused to leave your side and spend time with you like he promised which you thought was sweet. He was a bit of a social butterfly so it was intimidating to hang out with him in public because he would recognise at least four people.

The game was about to start so you told Taehyung you were going to run to the ladies 'real quick' but you just wanted an excuse to kill time. You have studied at this university for three years now. So why the hell was it so hard to find a bathroom in this god damn sports centre? It's crazy to think that you never stepped foot into here. You probably walked for 15 minutes back and forth along the corridors but only managed to find coach offices and locker rooms. Just as you turned the corner you spotted someone at the end of the corridor. This was the only person to be in this building for some reason despite there being a game today. You walked towards them with the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor and they looked up at you. You smiled politely as you approached them. He seemed to be wearing a home varsity jacket too.

"Sorry I'm just going in circles trying to find the ladies room. Do you know where it is?"

This guy was tall, overwhelmingly tall if you stared long enough. But he he had a kind face. Just then you noticed the 'captain' badge wrapped around his bicep.

He laughed, "It's a confusing building. You'll have to trek all the way back where you came from and take a right. Annoying when you've really got to go, huh?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. He realised he probably shouldn't have said that and so he backtracked.

"That was weird sorry. It's just that it's hard for us to go as well, especially in between breaks since the toilets are so damn far. We've got to run with full bladders which isn't pretty." he said.

You laughed again, "No that must be difficult I imagine."

Your laugh put him at ease as he threw you a relaxed smile. "I'm glad you understand." he joked again making you chuckle.

"Well I should-"

You were interrupted by someone practically yelling the word 'cap'. The guy in front of you turned to his side and another player emerged from the room. He noticed you almost immediately.

"Sandwich girl." he grinned.

Your expression fell and you sighed crossing your arms. "Hunk boy." you greeted him, sarcasm laced in your tone.

The captain seemed confused for a second. "Oh, so you've met Jungkook?"

You looked at him and then back at this man who's name you now know as Jungkook.

"More like had an unfortunate encounter with." you replied.

Jungkook smirked and threw his arm around his captain's shoulder.

"I told you she was interesting." he said.

"Yes, I've heard quite a bit about you although I'm sure you have a better name than 'sandwich girl'." the captain said sending Jungkook a scolding stare.

"How nice of you to ask." you said looking pointedly at Jungkook. "It's y/n."

The captain smiled. "Nice to meet you, y/n. I'm Kim Namjoon, and this is...well-"

"Jeon Jungkook." he said looking straight at you. "I don't have your sandwich as of yet but I am planning to make a mean one."

"Of course you don't." you replied with a sarcastic smile.

"Jungkook here had to ask me how to make a sandwich because apparently he has no clue-"

"Hyung." he hissed making you giggle softly. Jungkook turned to look at you, his face softening when he saw you laugh.

"My bad he doesn't want me to embarrass him in front of you because he very clearly likes you a lot. Actually, why don't you show y/n to the ladies room? She was here searching for it."

Jungkook sent death glares to his captain but his expression changed as he looked back at you.

"I knew I wouldn't catch you dead outside the boy's locker room." he joked.

"Yes, because unfortunately I don't have an obsession with sweaty teenage ruffians." you said sarcastically again.

Namjoon chuckled and Jungkook only smirked at you.

"Well I might be able to change that, gorgeous." he said dropping you a wink as he walked off towards the direction of the toilets.

You gaped at his back and quickly said goodbye to Namjoon before chasing after him.

"Don't you have a game to play?!"

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It was raining. All this while you were underneath the green panels of the hall a storm was brewing outside and apparently the game had been delayed. You were wondering if Taehyung was okay, whether he was getting drenched or if he made some new friends in the 15 minutes you were gone. You were currently in the ladies room. Having the entire space to yourself because it was so empty you could hear water dripping from an open tap. You washed your hands and just as you were about to step out the door opened nearly knocking you in the face. You stumbled but someone caught your wrist.

"They should really do something about these doors." Jungkook said sheepishly.

You glared at him as he let your wrist go and held the door open for you.

"You didn't have to wait for me, I'm capable of peeing by myself." you huffed.

"I'm sure you are." he said with his arms crossed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to wait for you."

"Why?"

"So I could hear you pee. Why else, y/n?" he laughed.

Your face broke out into a smile. "You're a creep."

"A creep that makes you smile, apparently." he said leaning on his side against the wall, his body only centimetres away from you.

"Do you really not know how to make a sandwich?" you asked.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. "It's not my fault I don't know whether or not to cook the ham!"

You chuckled, making him ease into a laugh that followed yours.

"You don't cook the ham, Jungkook."

"Yes I know that now, thanks for all your help." he added sarcastically.

It was silent for a while and Jungkook was watching your expression.

"I'm sorry for ruining your lunch." he said suddenly. You looked at him surprised and slightly amused. "I realise I never apologised for it. Although I'm not sorry for crashing into your table. Otherwise we never would have met." he confessed.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face. "Why did you even fall like that?"

He bit his lip and held back a smile. "Promise you won't laugh at me?"

You couldn't help but to laugh already, but Jungkook didn't mind.

"I told my mates to throw the ball at you. Well, not at you. I mean, towards you. So I had a reason to talk to you."

You simply stared at him. "Wow Jungkook. So your way of trying to talk to me was to almost give me a concussion."

He laughed. Jungkook had a cute laugh. It wasn't loud or as extravagant as Taehyung's. It was just, cute.

"Well maybe it's because I really like you." he said looking at you expectantly with a calm smile.

You didn't know how to respond. He was asking for something you couldn't give him. Relationships were odd to you. They didn't work. At least not for you. Jungkook saw the hesitation on your face and stood up straight to keep some distance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he said worried.

You removed your side from the wall as well and smiled softly at him. "You didn't do anything wrong, it's okay. I just-"

You couldn't even explain it to him. But Jungkook was really nice. And he was growing on you. You wanted something with him. But he was the ace of a football team in university for god's sakes. So many things could go wrong. You didn't want to let him have fun and then get bored of you. So you looked him straight in the eye and said what you had to say.

"I just can't, Jungkook. I'm sorry. Good luck with the game. If it goes ahead that is."

And you walked out knowing full well he was staring at your retreating figure.

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"I'm sorry it didn't go as expected." you soothed your friend as he sulked on your walk home together.

Taehyung was still snacking on his leftover popcorn that went soft. The ends of his hair was still wet from the rain and you offered him your jacket because you were genuinely scared he would freeze to death.

"The one time we go for a football game it gets cancelled. For fucks sake."

The two of you laughed and you slung your arm around his shoulder.

"I'd go with you if you ask me again." you reassured him.

He smiled, "It's fine, y/n. We'll do something else. You don't even like football, and neither do I."

"You're right, I don't. But I thought about it, and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to watch a bunch of hunks throw themselves at each other. Also, their players aren't too bad." you smiled.

"What? How do you know that?" he said chuckling.

You smiled and thought about it for a while. "Word of mouth. The bisexual captain is a charmer."

You laughed with him again, sneaking your hand into his bag of soft popcorn before turning the corner to your house.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." he said hugging you tightly on purpose to get the rainwater on your clothes.

You smacked at his back and yelled at him to let you go but he refused.

"You're an idiot." you said laughing as you calmed down.

"I know." he said pulling away but keeping you close to him, his hands on your lower back. You took in his features. Damp hair, soft eyelashes parted beautifully from the raindrops.

"Will you go out with me?" he whispered.

You looked at him apologetically. He knew the answer, he always had. This wasn't the first time he had asked you.

"It's okay. I'll ask again in a few months." he mumbled, keeping his sincere smile on his face.

You exhaled shakily. "Tae..."

"I know it's not because you don't like me. I know you're not ready. And that's okay. I'll wait. And I'll always check in. Because I'm falling in love with you y/n and I can't give up on you. My heart just won't let me."

You didn't know what to say. It was quiet. Taehyung kissed the top of your head and let you go.

"Goodnight beautiful." he said softly, before walking home.

You trudged inside and couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes. It hurt to hurt him. But you didn't want to think about it. You turned off the lights and called it a night.

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You had an iced coffee at your corner seat in the library as usual. But this time, there was a sandwich too. You did a double take, turning around to spot the culprit. You turned back and suddenly Jungkook was in front of you smiling proudly.

You laughed at him. "You always seem to appear out of nowhere."

"Like a fairy godmother. And today I bring you a turkey sandwich, with cheddar cheese, lettuce, no tomatoes. Wholemeal toast buttered on not one, but both sides, with mayo, sriracha. And another special ingredient, love." he said as he picked it up from the table and held it out to you.

You couldn't wipe the stupid smile off your face as you took the sandwich from him, your fingers grazing slightly making him smile at you. You took a bite and raised your eyebrows at him.

"Not bad, Jungkook. Not bad at all."

"I told you, I make a mean sandwich." he smirked proudly.

"You mean Namjoon makes a mean sandwich."

That made him pout and slump into the seat opposite yours at the table. You followed and sat down with him, smiling at his reaction.

"How did you know I sit here?" you asked as you continued eating.

"Because I always sit there." he pointed to a table diagonally to the right. "Not that you'll notice because you're really cute when you focus. Especially when reading journal articles."

"Creep." you said smiling, making him chuckle.

"I'm playing again on Thursday, and I'd love it if you could be there." he asked expectantly.

You chuckled, "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not a football fan."

"You realise you are saying this to the star of the football team right?" he said playfully.

"I'm well aware, Jungkook." you said maintaining eye contact while taking a bite out of your sandwich.

He kept your gaze, looking at you with a certain passion in his eyes.

"Okay well, there's an after party. Come to that?" he asked.

You paused to think. Hanging out with Jungkook doesn't seem to be that bad.

"Please, y/n? I just want to spend time with you. And you can leave whenever. I'll make sure you're safe. I'll be with you at all times, promise." he said holding out his pinky.

You giggled and deliberated for a moment before locking your pinky with his. "Okay, but if it's a shit show I'm out of there."

He smirked, "Varsity parties are never a shit show. Also you have a really hot pinky."

"Excuse me what? Stop being weird!" you spluttered.

"No! I meant hot temperature wise. Your finger is just unusually hot for the winter."

You stared at him confused and then broke out into laughter. "God, remind me again why I spend time with you."

"Gladly. I-"

"I didn't mean literally."

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Jungkook was right. It wasn't a shit show. And you weren't sure if this was a date or not. He said he would be with you at all times. He wanted to spend time with you. He'd take care of you. You realised this as you were getting dressed. What the hell should you wear to this party? Taehyung was going too. You weren't surprised because he probably knew people on the team. But you didn't tell him about Jungkook. It would hurt him more than he already is. So you decided to keep it under wraps for now. You had no idea how to keep this from him since you'll be with Jungkook the entire night which means Taehyung is 100% going to see you with another guy but you had a plan. Or at least, you were impromptu coming up with one.

You decided to wear some flared jeans with a sleeveless purple top that clung to your body. You would borrow Taehyung's jacket if it got too cold. You did your hair and makeup in an hour and soon Taehyung was calling you on your phone asking you to hurry it along because he was more excited about this party than you were. He said you looked gorgeous, and you thanked him. You didn't tell him he looked handsome too. He looked so boyish, and he smelled great with his new cologne. But you stopped yourself from thinking further.

Before you knew it you were in a sea of drunk teenagers and loud music. You saw a bunch of people you knew who were Taehyung's friends. So you went to say hi. As you were listening to a friend ramble on to Taehyung about something, your eyes surveyed the house. It was large, Jungkook was rich. Not that it mattered, but he never seemed like the type to have hoards and hoards of money. Speaking of the devil, you saw him laughing with a bunch of boys and girls with a red cup in his hand. You didn't know why, but never before had you felt like you wanted to be seen so badly. You excused yourself and moved to walk past him. Your shoulder purposefully grazed his back as you continued along the floor in search of the toilets. You kept walking until you were in a secluded corner. Soon enough he was there too.

He smirked, looking handsome in his ripped jeans and t-shirt. His piercings shone in the dim lights and his gaze was fixed on you.

"You look gorgeous." he said boldly staring you up and down.

You tried to suppress the smile creeping onto your face so you just looked away and shrugged.

"You were right. Not a shit show."

He chuckled, "Told ya. Can I get you a drink?"

You nodded and he suddenly took your hand in his gently and led you across the hallway. The kitchen was where you left Taehyung, so you prayed to god he wasn't there. Turns out he wasn't. Jungkook poured you a drink and handed it to you with a grin. You chugged it in a matter of seconds because the loud music and sweaty bodies were starting to get on your nerves. It felt good to let loose. Jungkook looked at you with wide eyes as you slammed the cup on the counter and then pressed your hands to his shoulders. You stood on your tip toes and whispered into his ears.

"Wanna dance?"

He turned his face merely inches from yours and smiled nodding. You had no idea where this boldness was coming from but you went with it. You were never one to dance, and neither was Jungkook. You noticed this as soon as his awkward moves began hitting the dance floor.

"Dancing is probably the only thing you're not good at." you teased.

He laughed and placed his hands on your waist. He leaned down to place his mouth next to your ear. "You're right. There's other things I'm good at though."

You pulled back to look at him and he winked at you. He took your hand and twirled you around like a princess making you giggle. "We don't have to do any of that yet if you don't want to." he reassured.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and simply nodded, swaying along to the music. Soon enough the two of you decided to ditch the dance floor. Jungkook offered to show you around his house, not before grabbing a couple drinks for the two of you. It was quieter upstairs, but still dim. You stood close to the family photos hanging on his wall and cooed at how adorable he was as a kid making him roll his eyes.

"You have a beautiful family." you said smiling.

He pressed his lips together and glanced at the photos on the wall.

"Yeah, well, from the outside."

You frowned and took his hand in yours. The alcohol made it easier for you to do this.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to assume."

He shook his head and took your other hand in his smiling down at you. "Don't apologise. You're cute when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, asshole."

He laughed, "You're also aggressive when you're drunk then."

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "If you like me so much then you have to deal with it."

He smiled back, "I like everything about you, y/n."

You felt a blush creeping across your cheeks, but when Jungkook teased you about it you told him to shut up and that it was the booze. You asked to see his room, and it was just like you expected. It was filled with gym equipment, sports posters, a huge desktop computer you assumed was for gaming, and his closet filled with nothing but blacks and whites.

"I should give you a makeover seriously." you said filing through his clothes as he sat on his bed watching you.

He snickered, "Are you saying I dress bad?"

You turned to look at him, "I don't think you're capable of looking bad." you mumbled.

The alcohol had worn off at this point and it was just you and Jungkook. You felt at ease. Jungkook made you feel like you could tell him anything. Like your relationship wasn't fragile. It was hopeful. And you wanted it. You weren't so afraid all of a sudden. And maybe relationships like you imagined in your head do exist. Maybe Jungkook really did like you for you, and you really liked him too. He didn't do the perfect things that Taehyung did, but Jungkook was perfect. He was talented, smart, effortless and he looked at you in a way that made your stomach twist and turn. He remembered things about you, made and effort to see you smile and he was sensitive with you. He never made a wrong move. He was pulling you in. And you've known him for weeks.

Jungkook didn't respond. He only stood up and slowly walked over to you, pressing you up against the door of his wardrobe. He placed his hands on either side of your head and inched his face closer, never breaking eye contact.

"Is this okay?" he whispered.

"Yes." you replied and fumbled with your hands not knowing where to put them.

Jungkook noticed and shifted his hands from the wall to hold both of yours.

"It's okay. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just want you to know that I like you. I think about you every day. And I wonder if you think about me. I wonder what you're doing, whether you're smiling, whether you're happy."

You sighed, "Jungkook..." you trailed as you softly cupped his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, and then slowly turned his head to press a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.

"We can go as slow as you want. I'll wait for you."

"I don't want to wait!" you blurted suddenly making Jungkook tense up. But as soon as he registered what you said he smiled again. That goddamn cute smile.

"I really like you too. All of you." you said breathlessly. "I've never wanted to be in a relationship before. I've always been scared it wouldn't work or I could just never be that compatible with someone but you're different. You see me. You really see me and I just, well, you're also really good looking and every time you run out onto that field I wish I was there screaming your name because I-"

You paused to breathe. Jungkook was looking at you so intensely you felt almost suffocated.

"You what?" he muttered, lost in you.

"I'm falling in love with you. Now kiss me. Please." you gasped.

He grinned widely before cupping your cheek and smashing his lips onto yours. It felt perfect. He was perfect. The two of you were pressed up against his cupboard and you never wanted it to end. When he kissed you it felt unreal. But there he was, kissing you. Soon his t-shirt and your top were on the bed next to the bottle of vodka you told him to bring upstairs.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered as he kissed the shell of your ear, moving down to your lips again. "Are you sure this is okay?" he said concerned.

You smiled and brushed the hair from his forehead. "More than okay." you said and locked your lips with his again.

"Good, because I'll keep asking." he mumbled into the kiss.

You let him carry you to his bed and his lips never left yours.

"Told you I could change your mind about sweaty teenage ruffians." he smirked.

You laughed out loud and smacked him on the arm making him giggle with you. Soon enough an intense passion consumed the two of you. Jungkook lost those kind eyes and they were replaced with a type of hunger that thrilled you. A while later, you were wrapped in his sheets, his warm body still pressed to yours with the music thumping faintly below. He kissed your neck and buried his face into the crook of it. His tattooed arm was lazily thrown across your waist. You traced them softly.

"I didn't know you had tattoos." you mumbled into his hair.

He drew patterns across your back with his calloused fingers making you shiver slightly.

He smiled, "Got it last year. Had one hell of a scolding from Namjoon hyung though."

You chuckled, "From Namjoon hyung? Not even your parents?"

You felt him stiffen slightly, but you cupped his cheek and made him look at you.

"Sorry," you mumbled. "I'll stop asking about them if it makes you uncomfortable."

He leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. He sighed as he pulled away and brought you closer to his chest if that was even possible.

"It's okay, I can tell you. Since you're my girlfriend now or whatever..." he teased.

You smacked his chest making him chuckle, and you kissed the spot where you had inflicted pain on earlier.

"My parents are on the verge of separating. Which is fine, but they keep holding back. It's just difficult being in the middle of it, you know?"

You nodded, listening attentively. "I'm sorry you're going through that. If it ever gets too much to bear, you can come to me. You know that right?"

"I know, baby." he mumbled smiling. "Thank you. Anyway, my parents have been super stressed, which means they ought to take it out on me. When I got my first tattoo done, they absolutely flipped. I stayed at Namjoon hyung's house for a week. They still make snide comments about it. But it just makes me want to rebel even more. So I went out and got my entire sleeve done."

You chuckled, "Well I love them. And it doesn't matter if your parents love them or not, as long as you do."

"I do love them. And I love that you love them even more." he said looking down at you all giddy.

In such a state of bliss, you did not expect the door to suddenly burst open. Jungkook sat up almost immediately, ready to fight. You thankfully had your clothes on and sat up behind your boyfriend.

"y/n what the fuck?"

Taehyung stood at the door more panicked than you had ever seen him.

Jungkook frowned, "What the hell are you doing in my room?" he snapped.

Taehyung looked at him bewildered. "What am I doing? You're sleeping with my friend you dickhead. How dare you-"

"Taehyung." you interjected. He looked at you, pain and anger flashing through his eyes. "Please don't start." you begged.

He scoffed, "y/n I take my eyes off you for one second and you disappear. I thought maybe she's just talking to other people but you don't answer any of my texts or calls for nearly two fucking hours do you know how worried I was?! And to find you sleeping with this scumbag."

"Taehyung stop it." you hissed as you stood up and walked towards him. "Don't call him that."

Taehyung looked conflicted. He saw Jungkook staring at him like he might kill him at any second. He saw whose side you were taking. So he gave up.

"You," he said defeatedly, "You're with him?"

Tears pricked at your eyes. You didn't know how to tell him. You looked at Jungkook, and then back at your best friend.

"I've loved you for six years." he said, his voice breaking. "Six fucking years, y/n."

"Taehyung, I'm sorry-" you tried to reach for his hand but he stepped back. Then he was gone.

You turned to Jungkook who had a deep frown on his face.

"I'm sorry, I should go." you whispered.

Jungkook looked stunned. "Go? You're going after him?"

You didn't know what to say.

"Who is he to you, y/n? You never talk about him when we're together. You've never mentioned him once. And I didn't ask because I didn't want to pry but now you're running after him so tell me what the fuck does that mean?" he said annoyed, trying to control his temper.

"I-he's just. He means a lot to me, Jungkook, I need to go after him. I'm sorry." you cried as you left him standing there in his room, dumbfounded.

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Taeyhung's door was locked. You knocked and knocked and cried for him to come out but he wouldn't budge. His roommates probably thought you were embarrassing but you didn't care. You just wanted to see him.

"Taehyung I really need to talk to you, please. I love you. Please open the door." you begged.

You loved him. You truly did. Just not in the way he wanted you to.

"I'm sorry I disappeared like that. Taehyung all I've ever wanted was to protect you. Every thing I did, was because I didn't want to hurt you. I've hurt you so much already and I'm so sorry I just. I just can't love you like that Taehyung. I'm sorry." you sobbed.

The door opened. Taehyung mirrored your teary red eyes.

"Please leave, y/n." he muttered, unable to look at you.

You sniffled, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I should have known when you said you didn't want a relationship, it wasn't about any of that. It was about me. You couldn't love me, and I understand. I'm just happy you have love in your life now. But I need time y/n. I just, can't see you. I can't bring myself to."

It pained you to look at him. But you understood. He needed space.

"I'll wait for you Taehyung. I'll wait. For it to be okay again. And it will be. I'll wait." you whispered.

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There was no coffee on the desk today. Jungkook was there though. He met you with an empathetic smile and you felt relieved to see him again. You sat opposite him, none of you saying a word until you were completely settled.

"Sandwich for the sandwich girl?" he offered hopefully, handing you your favourite.

You smiled, but your eyes held days of exhaustion that Jungkook picked up on. He knew he wasn't kind to you, and he felt awful about it. You accepted the sandwich.

"I'll eat it later if that's okay? Not hungry right now." you mumbled.

"Of course." he nodded, fidgeting with his hands. He was silent for a few beats until he spoke up.

"How's..."

You looked at him, then averted your gaze. "He's alright. I haven't seen him since..."

"Yeah." Jungkook nodded again.

He saw how down you looked, so he got out of his seat and squeezed into yours, you half sitting on his lap now. He hugged you, held you close to him as you closed your eyes and just lay there for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry I got angry," he mumbled into your hair. You smiled softly and gently patted his thigh.

"You had every right to be."

"No, you were sad. And I made you feel worse. I'm a horrible person and a horrible boyfriend and I'm really sorry. I want you to know that I'm falling in love with you too and what scared me the most was that you didn't mean what you said to me. Which is why I lashed out. I just got you, I didn't want to lose you."

You nodded again, and then turned to kiss him. He kissed you back softly for a few minutes, savouring your presence. You pulled away and leaned your forehead against his.

"It's okay. You're just lucky I have a thing for sweaty teenage ruffians and star players."

That made him laugh and press another longing kiss to your lips.

"I don't think I'm falling anymore. I've fallen." he mumbled against your lips.

You looked him in the eyes, and you realised he was dead serious. These past few weeks you hadn't seen Taehyung or Jungkook. But Jungkook was still there for you. He sent you texts making sure you were okay. He tried to apologise but he knew you needed the space too. He messaged you before and after each of his games. Told you he would come over and you just had to say the word. He had McDonald's delivered to you on a Friday night, and he knew exactly what you liked. He never asked to meet until you did today. Jungkook truly was perfect.

"I love you too."

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It was bloody freezing at the airport. At five in the morning you wouldn't expect so many people to be around but there were. Jungkook dropped you off about ten minutes ago and is currently waiting in the parking lot. The two of you decided it was best. Taehyung didn't need another knife to his heart. You cursed the wind that somehow managed to enter this massive building and Taehyung laughed at you.

"Every time I tell you to bring a jacket, you refuse." he joked.

"Well that's because I can extort you and take yours instead. Keep up, Tae." you cursed at him.

He laughed, "Yeah, I'll miss that."

You smiled sadly at him and let him embrace you while there was just five minutes left on the clock before he would be flying halfway across the world for his year abroad.

Taehyung had always loved to travel and said that he swore he would leave this place one day. He was going to Canada. He heard it was beautiful. He'd be staying with a family who offered to house him. He'd be going to university with Canadians, he'd have loads of maple syrup and send you pictures of him and his new friends. He might find a new love. He will be happy.

"Two minutes to go. Anything you want to confess?" you teased.

He playfully looked up and pretended to be deep in thought.

"Maybe the fact that I put tomatoes in your sandwich once and you didn't even notice."

"You WHAT?!"

There was that extravagant laugh again, and the boxy smile that followed it.

"I'll miss you. I really will." you said calming down.

Taehyung sighed, "I've been waiting all these years to get rid of you so I can't say the same."

You flicked his forehead making him wince and then laugh at your irritation.

"I'll miss you too, y/n. And I love you. Always will."

You hugged him one last time and before you knew it he had disappeared out of your sight. You bought two coffees and two doughnuts just as you left the airport because you felt sad. You walked back to the car and met Jungkook inside. He was as happy as a child to see that you brought back treats. As the two of you ate the doughnuts in the car with music playing in the background, Jungkook noticed your tension and spoke up.

"If there's one thing I know about Taehyung it's that he'll fit in anywhere."

You smiled, "Yeah. He'll be okay. Right?"

Jungkook smiled and crushed the paper bag in his hands eating the last of his doughnut.

"As long as he has you by his side, he'll be more than okay y/n."

You wanted to tear up, but you promised Taehyung you wouldn't cry. So you took a sip of your coffee and looked over at Jungkook.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. You look like a teenage boy."

"I am a teenage boy."

"Jungkook you're 23."

"Motion denied."

"Idiot." you laughed.

"Wanna go for a walk in the park?" he asked setting the car's gear in motion.

"That would be perfect." you smiled as you held his hand.

"I love you." he said. "It'll be okay. I'll always be here." he reassured.

"I love you too, you hunk."

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A/N: Did I just spend 4 hours writing this? Yes. Is it now 12am and I have to be up at 8:30am tmr? Yes. Have I eaten anything? No. You're welcome folks. Please like and share my lovelies x

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Kim Taehyung - weapons and drug trafficker

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It’s About You - Kim Taehyung

Note: Happy Birthday to @taeandpuppies

Warnings: AU, smut, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, brief nipple sucking, tummy licking, thigh licking, oral(female receiving), fingering, soft sex, unprotected sex, aftercare.

W/C: 3.9K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You step into the cabin and just as you closed the door you heard the heavens open and rain starts to pour down, Taehyung steps into the hallway, a big smile on his lips as he sees that you had returned home safely. You unsheathe your sword and lay it down to clean later in the evening, he watches as you remove the smaller dagger strapped to your thigh and place it down next to the sword.

“Did you catch it?” He softly asks, knowing the villagers nearby had asked for your help in catching a beast that was terrorising the town. “Or was it an unlucky day?” You make sure all your weaponry was removed before you stepped out of your shoes and towards him.

“A slightly unlucky day, but I’ve laid out a trapped for it,” You say and wrap your arms around his waist, his hands immediately fall down to your hips, and he pulls you against him. “Did you wait long for my return?” His forehead touches yours and his scent quickly invades all of your senses.

“Not long… just all day,” He says. When you and Taehyung had met roughly over eight years ago, you had saved him from being attacked, and had taken him in to tend to his wounds, when he had healed and was healthy enough to return home, he refused to go and insisted on staying with him, and slowly you both fell for each other, which had led to you dating, and now eight years later you couldn’t be happier that he had decided to stay. “Come, sit and relax, I know just the thing to make all your stress melt away,” He pulls you towards the couch and has you sit down.

“Relaxing definitely will help,” You say. He only hums and leans over you, pressing his hands into the backrest of the couch. You lift your head and come face to face with him. You could feel his breathing gently reach your face before his head dips a little lower, his lips almost touching yours.

“There is another method…” He mutters. His eyes are half-closed as he looks down at you. “If you’re up for that method,” You slowly nod your head and his lips make contact with yours. You immediately reach up, placing your hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. The sound of lips moving quickly begins moving through the room, the temperature quickly rises, and you can feel the want, the need to have him, grow just as quickly.

He pulls away from the kiss and his lips begin moving along your jaw before going down your neck, his hands move away from the backrest of the couch, and you feel them curl into the hem of your shirt, and he begins removing it. Your hand slides into his hair and your breathing become heavier. You feel him move his legs between yours to push them apart.

“Tae…” You breathe out, your eyes shutting at the feeling of his lips and warmth against your skin. His knuckles brush over your skin as he pushes the shirt higher and higher. You pull your hand away from his hair as his lips pull away from your neck to remove your shirt completely. His head dips down, and his lips attach to your skin just at the curve of your breast started and kiss downwards while his hand slips between your back and the couch. “Oh, hmm,” Your eyes flutter as you feel his warm lips moving over your skin.

“The most amazing woman on the planet,” He mutters against your skin. You could feel his fingers fumble with the fabric of your bra. “My angel,” You feel your bra loosen before feeling him pull the straps down your arms and pull the fabric away from your body. “My badass beautiful angel,” His lips slide lower and pause at your nipple. “So hot also,” His lips wrap around your nipple, and his eyes continue to look up at you as he begins sucking on it.

“Oh… my…” You breathe out. You watch him lower down between your legs onto his knees, and his hands grip your sides as he holds himself against you to keep his lips on you. “Tae…” Your eyes flutter and you move your hand back to his hair, running your fingers through it. You could feel your skin heating up more and more and wetness pooling between your folds. His lips release your nipple, and you gasp as you watch his tongue flatten against your ribcage and slowly move lower, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin.

“It’s about you,” He says. “Making you feel good, and me showing you how in love I am with every part of you,” His tongue presses down against your skin just above your waistband, and he licks upwards. His hands, on your sides, slide down and curl into the waistband and begins pushing it down. You lift your hips, allowing him to completely remove your pants along with your panties and quickly discard them to the side.

“And what if I want to do the same with you?” You ask. Your breathing already deepening as you feel his tongue glide over your tummy. His hands rest on top of your thighs, and you could feel his chin rubbing against your mount every few times.

“Then you should save it for another night,” He says, and gently squeezes your thigh with one hand before sliding his tongue lower. Your legs press into the side of his arms as you feel his tongue slide over the crease of your hip and over your thigh before sliding to the inside of your thigh.

“Tae…” You moan out and tilt your head back against the backrest. Your hand moves with his head, and you feel his tongue swipe along the inside of your thigh, his nose brushing against the crease of your thigh before disappearing as his tongue slides away. “Hmm…” His tongue disappears, only to reappear on your other thigh and slide closer and closer to your pussy. Only to pause when his tongue almost reaches your folds. “Fuck…” Your fingers momentarily tighten in his hair before loosening.

“Want me there?” He asks, and before you could respond his face was pressing against your pussy, and you gasp at the sudden feeling. Your legs move over his shoulders and your thighs press against the side of his face. “Hmm, that’s it.”

“Shit, I,” You gasp. His breath was hot against your pussy, and you could feel his nose rubbing against your mound as he was slowly moving his face lower and lower, his hand on your thigh disappears and moments later you feel him spreading your folds a little more for him. Your eyes flutter as you feel his nose rub lightly against your clit, while you could feel his breathing against your soaked pussy. “Fu— Tae…”

“Just relax, it’s about you,” He mutters against your pussy before you feel his tongue swipe over your entrance, causing your entire body to twitch and for you almost to turn onto your side against the couch. His tongue slides upwards and reaches your clit, making your breathing deeper and deeper.

“Oh my…” You breathe out. You could feel your insides knotting together as they twist from the feeling he was causing you. His tongue slides over your clit before sliding back down to your entrance and circling around it. “Oh, ohhh,” His tongue moves upwards again, and you think he’s going to lick over it again, only to gasp and lift your hips into his face as he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips. “Oh, oh, my…” Your eyes shut, and you press your head against the backrest. His fingers spread your folds slowly and begin rubbing along the inside of your folds before slowly moving closer and closer to your entrance.

“Fu— Tae… oh,” Your skin was becoming wet as sweat coats it, your toes curl, and you press your legs harder into his shoulders. “Oh!” His fingers circle your entrance, and you could feel your insides shift and twist before a tightening feeling begins forming inside you. “Go—” You were cut off by your own gasp as you feel him tease your entrance, teasing to slip his digits into you.

You could hear your heart rate drumming in your ears, and for a moment, you swear you could hear your own blood rushing through you with how hot your body was getting. You lick your lips and quickly realize how swollen they were from already licking them so much, your fingers curl into his hair and your heels dig into his sides as you try and squeeze your legs even more together.

“Hmm, mhh,” He hums against your clit, the sensation, the feeling, immediately makes you lift your hips again and right into his face, seeking more of that feeling. “Hmm,” You were practically rubbing yourself against him before you felt a hand, his hand, press down against your tummy and push you down against the couch.

“Dammit, Tae… fuck,” You gasp out, barely finding enough breath to get your words out. Your mind was slowly slipping, and you could feel your muscles beginning to stiffen. “TAE!” You gasp out, tugging at his hair for a moment before releasing it and reaching up and behind you to grip not the backrest. Two digits slipped into you, and you could hear your wetness squelching as he pushes them more into you. “OH!” You grip onto the couch tighter and feel his fingers press against your walls. “Taaaeee,” You could feel his knuckles almost press against your pussy before he slid his fingers from you halfway, pushing them back into you and repeating the movement.

“Shit, fuck, I,” You could see specs of dust starting to form behind your eyelids, the tension inside you was becoming bigger and bigger. His fingers curl inside you and press down against your walls, almost tugging on them, before pulling his fingers from you until just the tips remained inside you. “Tae… Oh,” Your legs press down harder against his shoulders as you feel a third digit slip into you. “Taaaeeee,” His tongue flicks over your clit, and it feels like your breathing was caught in your throat for a moment. Your toes curl and you feel something inside you snap before a heat moves through your body, stars explode behind your lids and your mind was tossed into the clouds. “TAE!”

“Hmm,” He hums against your pussy as you cum on his face, coating his hand and chin with your juices. His fingers move faster and faster, easing you through the high while his lips were pulling at your clit, making it feel like he was pulling your orgasm right out of you.

“Oh, fu- oh, my, I, Tae,” You babble out, not finding any words to say from how good you felt. “Uhh, I,” His fingers tug at your walls before they disappear, and his mouth release your clit. “Taaeee.” His tongue presses down against your entrance, and he licks a strip upwards, licking up some of your juices.

“Hmm, my angel, so good,” He says and sits back on his knees, moving one hand to your knee while bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, stars still dancing behind your lids as you come down from the high you just had. You hear a wet sound and lift your head, opening your eyes as you do, and found him licking his fingers clean while his eyelids were fluttering. “Delicious,” You swallow and feel a whimper leave the back of your throat. He looks at you and reaches for his shirt and pulls it over his head, your eyes immediately move lower to take him in, all of him, every part of him that you loved so damn much. You sit forward and grip his shoulders and pull him towards you, crashing your lips against his and kissing him hotly.

One of your hands slides down his shoulder, over his chest and over his stomach to reach for his pants, feeling his hands already working on undoing them. You feel him begin to push you back against the couch as you both work on getting his pants off, it doesn’t take long before he was kicking his pants and underwear to the side and turning you to lie down on the couch while he moves to hover above you. He breaks the kiss, leaving you both breathless and gasping for air.

“Your kisses always leave me so dazed and wanting more,” He says before sitting back on his knees. “And this, you, all of you… leaves me intoxicated,” His hands press against your hips and slowly slide down and over your thighs.

“And how do you think you leave me?” You ask. “Just fine?” He smiles and rubs his hands over your thighs. “You steal my breath away every time, and leave me dizzy,” He lifts one hand and wraps it around himself. “My heart drums in my chest every time…” He smiles and squeezes your thigh with his other hand. “For over seven years now, I love you.”

“I love you too,” He says. “For maybe a little over seven years,” You smile up at him and feel him move his cock between your folds. “And I’m going to make slow love to you now, to show you just how much I love you,” You suck in a deep breath as you feel him move his cock up and down between your folds, coating it with your juices. He pushes the tip of his cock into you before moving his hand to your thigh and slowly moves his hips forward, pushing himself into you slowly and making you feel every inch of him. “Ohh, uhm,” He moves your thigh that was against the backrest around his waist and leans over you, his heat quickly radiating onto you.

“Hmm, mh,” You moan and wrap one arm around him, moving your fingers through his hair and pulling him even closer to you. “Already… feels…” You could feel his breath hot against your face. “Good,” His hips meet yours, and he groans loudly as he feels your warm walls softly pulsing around him. His forehead rests against yours, your noses touching and your stomachs rubbing against each other, the close intimate feeling building and building.

“Hmm, so good,” He mutters. His hand moves upwards and runs his fingers through your hair, pushing them back, and keeps his hand there. His hips slowly lift, and you feel his cock slowly slide out from you halfway before stopping and sliding back into you. The sound of your wetness squelching reaches your ears and fills the room, his soft groans and grunts also fill your ears, and it sounded so good.

“I, Tae, fuck,” You moan. You wrap your other leg around his waist and hook your ankles behind his back, digging your heels into his lower back at the sensation you were feeling. His movements were slow and deep, which was making your mind spin.

“My badass angel,” He mumbles and presses his lips against your jaw, and begins kissing along it. “My beautiful angel, hmm, uhh,” His groans are getting closer to your ears, and you could feel your walls begin to squeeze around him. You reach up with your other hand and grab onto his shoulder.

“Tae, oh,” You breathe out, your eyes shut as you feel your body becoming lost in the sensual feeling. The slowness of it all, how you could feel the love practically oozing from him onto you. “I love you so much,” His lips reach your earlobe, and you feel your insides twist and flip, his hot breath right there against your skin.

“I love you so much, so much,” He mutters, and then you feel a harsh thrust into you, making you gasp for air. Your head presses against the couch as your high gets closer and closer. “There aren’t enough words,” Your legs were starting to feel tingly, and you could feel heat travelling up your legs. One of his hands slip between your bodies, and he cups your mound before his fingers were on your clit, slowly rubbing around the throbbing nub.

“Taaeee,” You whine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and you could feel yourself edging closer to your release once more. “Tae, Tae, oh, fuck, Taaee,” His hips were slow as they rolled into you and his fingers were toying with your clit. “Ohh, uhh,” Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your walls clamping down around him.

“That’s it, let it go, for me,” He whispers before tugging on your ear with his lips. It was like a switch was flipped inside you, you lift your hips to meet his, and you feel the tension inside you snap. Your toes curl in pleasure, and you let out whimpers and whines as you come undone, your grip on his shoulder was slipping as sweat was coating his beautiful honeyed skin, and yours as well.

“Taaeeee!” Your bodies were slipping against each other, it was a hot sweaty mess, and the feeling of it was intoxicating, addicting. His movements begin picking up, not able to hold himself back any more from moving faster, his high was close, and he could feel the head of his cock throbbing with a heartbeat, needing to get his release also.

“Oh, oh… it’s you, oh,” He groans out, words spilling from his mouth, not even sure what to say at the feeling. He pulls his hand away from your clit and holds onto your hip, his stomach presses against yours each time his hips make contact with yours, and you could faintly feel the muscles in his stomach twitching and pulling. “Go- oh,” His head drops against your shoulder as his hips move faster and faster. “Angel…” He groans out, and you feel his hips falter for a moment before feeling ropes of cum spilling into you and his hips rocking against yours to ease himself through his high as you were coming down from yours.

“Tae, fuck…” You mumble and slowly release his hair and run your fingers down his neck and pause once they reach the spot between his shoulders. “Next time I’ll take care of you,” You feel his lips move against your shoulder before he lifts it up to look at you.

“Did it melt away some stress?” He asks. He runs his fingers fully through your hair before moving it down your arm and pulling your hand away from his back to interlock his fingers with yours. You nod your head with a soft ‘Hmm’. “I knew it would,” He sits back on his knees and slowly lets his eyes roam over you, taking in all of you. You do the same, taking in his sweat-coated skin, and the glow surrounding him. “Next time, this will be in the bedroom.”

“Oh, much easier, that way I can also tend to you,” You say. He licks his lips and looks down to where he was still inside you.

“You already tend to me so much,” He mutters. “But if you wish to tend more, I wouldn’t say no,” He squeezes your hand before slowly sliding himself from you. You whimper and take in a deep breath as you feel your walls pulse around him, trying to keep him in place. “But now it’s time for another type of tending,” He leans down and places a kiss between your tits before unwrapping your legs from around him and climbing off the couch. You could feel your mixed releases spilling from you. You quickly sit upright, gasping at how wet your inner thighs felt. “Let me help you,” His arm immediately moves around you and lifts you from the couch.

“Thank you.” You softly say. Your legs felt like they could give out from underneath you at any moment. The trip to the bathroom was slow and steady, but neither of you minded. “Just clean me, we can shower later,” He nods his head and lifts you onto the bathroom counter.

“Can’t promise that I won’t make you cum again at some point,” He says. You watch him wet a wash cloth before stepping between your legs, your legs twitch as you feel him cup your pussy with the lukewarm cloth and slowly clean your folds and inner thighs.

“If you do that, then I can’t promise you won’t be on your knees later in the shower,” You say. Your head falls back as you gasp when he presses the cloth against your clit.

“Can you do that whether I make you cum right now or not?” He asks. “Because I want to be on my knees for you every way I can be,” You lift your head and look at him, his fingers carefully and slowly moving the cloth between your folds. “To worship my goddess angel,” You swallow and slowly nod your head before he pulls the cloth away.

“Let me clean you right now, though,” You say and take the cloth from his hands. You rinse it before reaching lower, he lets out a groan as he feels the cloth wrap around his cock and slowly moves along his length. You slowly clean him, making sure everything was off him before rinsing the cloth once more. “How about we cuddle tonight, in a blanket fort with a view from the window?”

“I’ll begin to get the blankets for the fort,” He says. “And then we should make something to drink and snack on also,” You nod your head, and he helps you off the counter. “But first, let me just get my shirt for you,” He disappears out of the bathroom and a moment later he was back and helping you into one of his shirts.

“Nothing for my lower half?” You jokingly ask. He smiles and places his hand on your asscheek.

“I kind of want to keep looking at your pretty ass,” He says before urging you out of the bathroom with him behind you. “It’s so beautiful,” You shake your head and turn around, pushing yourself against him fully, your hand pressing against his chest and slowly sliding down. “I…”

“It might cost you dearly later tonight if this is what you want,” You say. He swallows and feels your hand travelling lower. “Are you prepared for that?” He rapidly nods his head. “Then stay just like this, I always look at your handsome self,” You move onto your toes, and he lowers his head to meet you halfway, kissing you softly while wrapping his arm around you, and pulling you more against him. You quickly break the kiss and stare up at him. “Let’s go start that blanket fort,” And with that, you break out of his hold and move down the hallway.

“Coming,” He mutters before quickly following you. He was going to have a lot of trouble keeping his hands to himself with you looking this beautiful because he purposely forgot to bring you some panties. You, however, were going to make him squirm just a little, especially while setting up the blanket fort.

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