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watashijeon · 8 months

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Mon Ange. | KTH

♫ listen while reading 📖— Is there someone else ~ The Weeknd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (*- 3•*)~

pairing: sub!reader × lawyer dom!taehyung

part 1 here

wc. 7.6k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32)

Warnings: (+18) — taehyung smokes, long raw rough sex, creampie, infidelity & cheating (not between yn & tae), arranged marriage, inaccurate lawyer talk blah blah, intense orgasm, missionary, drunk tae to tipsy tae, spanking & face slapping, backhanded praise, lotsa dirty talk, aftercare, overthinking and anxiety esque moments, tension all around.. enjoy

— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —

You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.

Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.

"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.

“I have to tell you something.”

Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

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You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.

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poly!maknae line x fem!reader

genre: SMUT. Like SO MUCH of it. They’re all fuckin’. Porn with very little plot tbh

word count: 8.3k

summary: having gone years since your last real relationship and subsequent satisfying fuck, you decide its finally time to put yourself back out there at the club. For some reason, this club is full of sexy men-who all happen to be taken. As soon as you’re about to give up on men for the rest of your life, your night takes an extremely lucky turn.

warnings: swearing, dom!maknae line x sub!reader, reader experiences some self-doubt, boys are poly and all in love with each other, use of pet names, name calling but y/n is into it, specific smut warnings: unprotected sex (simply don’t do this irl please), oral (male and female receiving), some mxm, face fucking, spit, spanking, praise kink and degradation kink at the same time, maknae line are fucking hung, dacryphilia (but very slight), double penetration, Taehyung loves readers tits, bi!maknae line, cum eating

an: I don’t proofread so if there are typos that’s why. As always, this is mature content so if you are under 18 and/or uncomfortable then please do not go beyond the cut!

“You should really go catch a dick. Maybe that would make you less of a bitch.” The teenager pops her gum as she leaves, a loud complaint about ‘shitty customer service’ spilling to her friends as soon as she catches their gaze.

As much as the girl was annoying-demanding a refund for a dress that had clearly been worn-her words did hold a small modicum of truth. How long had it been since you even had a satisfactory hookup? Your last long term relationship fizzled out about 2 years ago, and a few months after that you gave up on the dating scene altogether. There’s no denying the fact that you’re a bit lonely, and a lot horny, and that there’s an easy way to fix those problems if you’re just willing to put in some effort.

So you find yourself at a club for the first time in probably four years, the bass pulsing through the sticky wooden floors. A group of giggling girls pushes past you, forcing your body further into the writhing mass of dancing bodies. Your heels pinched your feet as you walked, but they made your legs look good, so you soldier through the pain to make it to the bar. The prices make you cringe, but you haven’t flirted with anyone in so long you need the liquid courage. You order two drinks, intent on sitting at the bar to get your bearings before going to well, catch a dick. The height of the stool makes you struggle to get into it, extremely out of practice when it comes to balancing in heels. The chair shakes under you as you try to settle into it, finally planting your ass down ungracefully. You puff out a breath, already feeling downtrodden about the night and looking forward to swallowing down the alcohol set in front of you. Just as you gather one of the glasses into your hand, a voice sounds from your side.

“Excuse me, uhm,” you turn toward the source of the noise and thank the heavens you’re already sitting down. The man speaking to you is tall and built in all the right places, strong shoulders you want to sink your teeth into drawing your eyes upward until you reach his defined jawline, the plump of his pink lips that stretch into a boxed smile. His body is wrapped in a simple black button up with a subtle pattern, leaving only the top button undone to give you a glimpse of smooth skin and a chunky gold chain around his neck. Devastatingly handsome brown eyes peer down at you and you wonder when you got so fucking lucky. He seems to be alone, this perfect man, and he started a conversation with you?

He licks his lips, eyes darting pointedly down to your cleavage-thank god you chose this low cut dress- and then back up to meet your gaze. Sparks of excitement thrum over your body as he leans against the bar beside you.

“Can I ask you what you’re drinking? It looks quite...delicious.” The deep timbre of his voice burns you from the inside out and you nod dumbly.

“They’re called electric lemonades. They’re definitely among the things I find...delicious.” You hope that you haven’t completely missed the mark in attempting to flirt back. In a different setting you would have cringed at the words, but tonight you were operating only on the desire to get fucked. The man cracks a smile and extends a hand your way. His fingers are long and adorned with rings, and you shudder at the thought of how they would probably feel inside of you.

“I’m Taehyung,” he adds as you shake his hand. “And thank you for the recommendation...” he looks at you pointedly and you get the hint to provide your name. The feeling of his warm hand makes your voice waver as you answer him.

“Thank you, Y/N” His hand ghosts up your wrist, giving it a small squeeze and holding on as he grabs the bartenders attention. Your heart is thrumming erratically; trying to decipher what the contact means, if your night was really going to be this easy. He turns back to you, fingers dancing on your delicate skin as you catch a whiff of what must be expensive cologne. Your head fills with lust, abandoning rational thoughts as words bubble out of you.

“You, I think you’re-” Taehyung smirks at your stuttering, cocking his head to the side as you speak. “I think you’re really hot, and I- do you wanna get out of here?” You blurt, face flaming at the cliche you resorted to in the heat of the moment. Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a full blown smile, pearly white teeth on display.

“Oh, Y/N. I would love to, but I’m actually-” His eyes slide over your head, gaze locking onto something, someone, behind him. Your heart stops, world crashing in on you from overhead.

“Oh god, no, I’m so sorry,” you scramble out of his grip on your wrist, all but leaping off of the stool to get away from him. His handsome face twists in what must be disgust of your desperation.

“Y/N, wait, you don’t have to-” He speaks after you as you leave, drinks latched between your palms as you hurry away from the bar, desperate to find a new spot to sit and collect your mind.

As busy as the club seems to be, you find a small booth table squeezed toward the service door that leads into the kitchen. It’s dark and secluded, the leather of the seat smooth and cold against the bare skin of your thighs. Heat still simmers at your core from your encounter, and you down an entire drink in a few gulps, welcoming the burn of vodka and sting of sour lemon juice to wash away the embarrassment of being rejected. Still, there were a lot of people here, and although you doubted you would find another as hot and captivating as Taehyung, you weren’t ready to give up just yet.

“I told you I don’t have time to talk right now!” You jump at the person who seemed to have materialized from thin air sitting at the other end of your booth. His hair is shaggy, pieces hanging around his eyes in a tantalizing fashion, the beginnings of a mullet type style evident by the long cut. His short sleeved shirt shows off an arm of impressive tattoos you’re desperate to have a closer look at.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, hand clasping over your chest as your empty glass clinks against the full one. You don’t think he even heard you, dark eyebrows furrowed as he presses his phone against his ear. His free hand is digging harshly into his thigh, clearly annoyed at whoever was on the other end of the call.

He glances your way at the outburst, a frown marring his handsome features. Your stomach dives as you process just how handsome this stranger is too. Did all the hot men in the area flock to this club tonight? His eyes don’t leave yours as he finishes up the call with a curt goodbye and you squirm in your seat at the attention. The desire to down your second drink burns in the back of your throat but you suppress it by scratching at the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” the man speaks and you catch a glimpse of his shining lip piercing. He extends a veiny, tattoo covered-hand across the table and you catch a glimpse of a delicate sliver chain around his wrist that likely costs more than five months’ worth of your rent. You extend your hand slowly to his own, hoping he can’t feel the way your hands are clamming up.

“Jungkook.” He states simply, shaking your hand two times before dropping it gently back to the table with a deceptively adorable smile.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. And it’s okay, really. I just didn’t notice you were here when I sat down...” His piercing eyes are still stuck on your form, eyebrows quirked in what now looks more like amusement. Your face flushes at his attention and you're worried that the heat will begin to melt your makeup off unintentionally. “I just, ah, hope that you’re okay. That sounded like an intense call?”

He grunts, fiddling with the bracelet. “Been on worse calls. And at least this one brought me some good fortune.” For a moment you assume he means whatever business he must be in, but the way he licks his lips tells you a whole different story. You squirm, in utter shock at the way your evening has shaped up. “M-me?” You finally stutter, once again proving why you hadn’t been in the game for a long, long time.

Jungkook’s eyes scan you, crinkling with a genuine smile that makes your stomach backflip. The hand you shook previously takes your own again, running a gentle line over your palm. “Yes, you, pretty. Don’t know why you’ve secluded yourself to the furthest booth in the bar, but I won’t complain if it means I get to be the one to entertain you.” He cocks his head in a way that has no right being so attractive, and you feel your insides start to liquify.

“Oh, thank you. I think you’re pretty too...” you deliberately dance your fingertips over his, hoping the teasing touch does a lot of talking for you. Jungkook’s eyes narrow in on the gesture, glazing over with what you believe is lust. Your heart kicks up in excitement, feeling like you had finally cracked the proverbial code. His grin widens and you feel your heart stutter at the way he suddenly grasps your hand between both of his own. “The things I would do to you, if only...” his face shifts, and you’ve done enough time in customer service to know it’s a look of disappointment. A shard of sadness strikes right through you as you wiggle out of his grip, quickly grasping your drink and downing it ungracefully in an attempt to wipe out the shame in your gut. You vaguely register Jungkook’s voice calling after you, but you power towards the dance floor, hoping to get lost in the press of sweaty bodies.

Alcohol and embarrassment are an interesting comorbidity, and the ache to get away from the gazes of the two men you had already met persuades you to weave further into the dance floor. You don’t know the lyrics to the song that’s playing but the beat vibrates through the floor and straight into your blood, encouraging you to rock your hips. You’re vaguely aware of the heat of bodies around you as your eyes slip shut, vodka finally doing the job you wanted it to. Something loosens in your chest, a feeling not unlike taking off your bra at the end of a long day. A body presses in close behind your own, a hand skating over your side to rest just above your hip. The two of you rock along to the music and you look down to see the hand on you looks strong and capable. Your heart and pussy lurch at the same time and you dare to spin around as you rock your hips to the music.

The man attached to the hand had to have just walked off of a runway. His eyes are rimmed in smoky eyeliner, even with his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth you can see a hint of gloss. His hand tightens on your waist, seemingly pleased with your ogling. You lean closer to his warmth, linking your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height. He takes the bait easily, slotting his head next to your neck and ghosting a hot breath over your skin. A shiver escapes you, exasperated as the music changes and the man makes a point to press his hips forward into your own. An unbidden groan slips from between your lips and you swear you hear him chuckle.

You move just as boldly as he is, rotating your hips forward pointedly. His hands wander to tease the curve of your hip before resting firmly on your ass at the same time he nips at a spot on your neck.

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” his voice is devastatingly husky and low right in your ear. It makes you shiver, digging your fingernails into the lean planes of his shoulders. “Y/N,” You answer back with a push of your hips further into his own, happy that the tight jeans he had on confirmed the bulge you thought you felt against you. A shuddering breath punches out of you and Jimin notices, nudging his nose firmly against the lobe of your ear.

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing out here alone?” He husks.

“Tryin’ not to be. But I keep hitting on taken men, apparently.” Jimin abandons the spot at your neck to peer down at you, pretty eyes narrowed in to your own. Your veins thrum under his attention. There’s something in his stare you can’t explain, a quality so captivating that you don’t have it in you to look away.

“Well, what a shame for those guys. You’re such a pretty little thing, I can’t imagine turning you down...” he smirks in a way he must know makes your knees weak, hands taking another generous handful of your ass. You pitch forward into his chest, the fabric of what you assumed to be a simple tank top feels silky and cool under your cheek. Jimin’s chest rumbles with a pleased hum, lips ghosting over the sweaty hairs on your forehead.

“Fuck, baby. Should we get out of here?”

Your heart jumps at his words and you nod immediately, the desire to hook your legs around his waist and let him carry you out of the club replacing all of your usual concerns. You settle for clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he begins to move the two of you out of the crowd. People part easily for the two of you and before you know it you’re in a much quieter and cooler spot. Your fingers finally unlatch from his shirt and find a place on his jawline instead, hesitating for a second before pulling him down and kissing him. You feel triumphant when he falls into your rhythm, biting playfully at your bottom lip before weaving his tongue inside of your mouth. Desire is burning in your stomach and you squirm against him, desperate to get the fuck out of here and onto doing what you’ve been craving for weeks.

“Hey, what the hell!” Someone exclaims, obviously in close proximity. You jump, narrowly avoiding biting down on Jimin’s lips as you both turn toward the noise. He keeps you close in his grasp, arms tight over your waist- possessive in a way that makes your stomach clench.

“Oh, hey guys. This is Y/N.” Jimin grins, nodding his head in a loose gesture towards you. Your stomach knots and flips with anxiety as your drinks threaten to make a reappearance.

“Y/N, this is Jun-”

“Jungkook and Taehyung. Yeah, I um...” you trail off, wide eyes still in disbelief of the fact that your two failed endeavors are standing before you and seemingly are friends with Jimin.

Jimin puffs a breath that ruffles your hair. “Wait, is she- she’s the same girl you guys were talking about? And they’re the guys you mentioned earlier?”

The two other boys nod along with you, and despite the growing feeling of horror in your gut, you can’t help but feel hot under the gaze of all three of them. Jungkook locks his gaze on Jimin’s arms wound around you and his lip curls into a smirk. He moves in closer to your body until you can feel the heat radiating off of him. The tattooed hand you were so enamored with comes to tuck a sweaty strand of hair away from your face.

“I really wish you would have stuck around when I called after you earlier, babe. Just lucky you found your way to Jimin.” His eyes dart to your lips and your heart pounds out of your chest. Every one of your senses heightens; the feeling of Jimin’s arms around you, the scent of Jungkook’s cologne, the way your vision is swimming with desire.

“You can kiss him if you want,” Jimin offers, splaying his hand against your waist in encouragement. Your eyes go wide and you hear a throaty laugh- Taehyung- at your stunned expression.

“Here’s the thing, Y/N. What you didn't let Jungkook and I get to is that we’re dating. Us, and Jimin. His eyes have gone a shade darker than they were at the bar and it makes your pussy clench. “So if you’d like to have all three of us. We’d all certainly like to have you.”

You swear you forget how to breath as his words land and process, but the way your knees physically weaken is evidence enough of how you’re feeling.

“Yes! I uh, yes. To all of it. Y-yes. Please.” Taehyung smirks, running his sinful tongue across his lips, and before you know it you’re all moving towards the door. You feel hazy in the best way possible as Taehyung and Jimin go to collect a taxi and Jungkook hangs back with you, attacking your lips with his own. The cold press of his piercing pulls a gasp from your mouth as he devours you in a kiss even nastier than the one you shared with Jimin. You’re more than happy to get lost in it, allowing Jungkook to guide you until you’re at the taxi, squeezing into the back seat with the other two boys. Jungkook settles you on his lap, holding you steady around the waist as the car starts and gets you back to their apartment.

It’s a race to get up to their unit, and you can barely keep track of who is touching you where as the four of you ride the elevator up several stories.

The inside of the apartment seems nicely decorated and clean, but you only have time to glimpse the living room before the three men are pulling you into a bedroom.

“Look so fucking sexy, baby. I thought we’d lost you after you left me at the bar like that...” Taehyung shamelessly eyes your body, hands working underneath the fabric of your dress at your thighs.

“Can we get you out of this?” Jungkook presses in behind you, pulling your hair to the side and playing with the delicate zipper on your dress. “Yes, please.” You nod emphatically, head tipping forward to allow Jungkook more room. The gentle skim of his fingers on your back raises goosebumps and makes your nipples perk.

“Shit.” Taehyung swears loudly when your dress slips down, leaving you bare aside from a simple pair of underwear. His lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking with a fervor that your ex never came close to. Jungkook’s calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and rub the soft skin at your hip before pulling them down your legs. You can feel your arousal smearing down your thighs with the movement, sure that there’s already a mess between your legs. Before you can open your mouth to defend yourself, Jimin appears, shirt already gone, to claim your lips again.

Taehyung nips at the sensitive skin of your breast, leaving a mark that will be blooming in purple by the morning. He laves the spot with his tongue, humming against you as he helps himself to the expanse of you. Jimin lets up so you can both heave a breath. His eyes are much darker than they were on the dance floor, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver through you. He smirks, laying a possessive hand on top of Taehyung’s head as he continues to leave a path of marks on your torso.

Your stomach hums with anticipation as you watch the two of them. The simple touch speaks volumes to the closeness of their relationship. Jimin grips your chin with his free hand, tipping your head upwards until you make eye contact.

“You gonna be good for us?” You’re already nodding, and he lets out a dark chuckle. “Good little slut, letting us do whatever we want to you. Isn't that right?” A whine rips from your throat, as Jungkook’s hands find a new home in between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your body pitches forward, forcing Taehyung to back off as you move.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, embarrassed at the way you bent over for them so easily. The feeling washes away as your angle brings you level with Taehyung’s cock, clearly strained against the fabric of his linen pants. You swear your mouth waters at the sight, itching to have him in you. Jimin’s hands find a home on your lower back, the gentle touch grounding you to the absurdity of the situation.

Jungkook groans at the sight of your bared pussy, his hand immediately spreading your folds. You moan in tandem, eyes rolling at the pleasure. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet.” He’s clearly speaking to the men around you, and the idea makes your cheeks flame. The squelch of your juices fills the room as Jungkook pushes a long finger inside of you. The stretch makes you gasp and quiver, having been embarrassingly long since you had anything inside of you. Your hands flail wildly until they land conveniently on Taehyung’s waist, just inches from his waiting cock.

“Feels good?” He asks, latching his hands around your wrists and not so subtly inching them toward his cock. “Wanna suck your cock,” you blurt the words as soon as your hand grazes him and are immediately rewarded with triplet groans from the men.

“Go ahead, baby.” Taehyung encourages you as you find the zipper to his pants, struggling as Jungkook slips another finger inside of you and begins opening you up in a slow burn. You puff a breath when you finally get a look at Taehyung’s cock, heavy and flushed in your hand, with a prettily colored tip and strong veins under your thumb. You rub your thumb over the head and Taehyung groans, canting his hips forward into your touch. Anxiety stirs in your stomach at his size and your lack of experience, and your eyes widen at the prospect of trying to hold yourself up while being fucked on both ends.

“Wait, I-” the words punch out of you, loud enough that the room stills. Jimin’s hands move, encouraging you to stand back upright as three concerned faces materialize in front of you.

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” You groan, shutting your eyes tight.

“We can stop!” Jungkook insists, voice surprisingly high strung.

“No! No, I just.” You open your eyes again, licking your dried lips. “Its been a long time since I...you know. And I just, maybe we can move to the bed so I don’t like, fall?” Your eyes dart between them, expecting them to laugh or maybe tell you to just suck it up, but instead a low coo spills from between Jimin’s plush lips.

“Poor girl, you haven’t been fucked in so long you’re worried you won't be able to handle us? Come on.” He leads you the few steps to the bed, laying you down with your back on the cool comforter. His pretty hair falls around his face and your hands are immediately in it, relishing in the soft feeling of his locks between your fingers in a way that grounds you to the moment. All you can focus on is how handsome he is, and how lucky you are to have found yourself in this situation. His lips descend on your own as if he can read your mind, grabbing at your waist with both capable hands. The kiss tastes like alcohol and you can't get enough, welcoming his tongue inside of your mouth in a messy swap of spit. Your noses squish together, as close as humanly possible to one another, until a sharp moan throws you out of your rhythm. Jimin lets up when you stop, leaning to the side casually to let you get a glimpse of the other two boys. The moan belonged to Taehyung, who had apparently stripped down while you were kissing Jimin, who was at the mercy of Jungkook’s hand on his cock. Jungkook had rid himself of his clothing as well, and you couldn't decide where to look first.

Taehyung’s neck was on display, the muscular column inviting you to take a bite out of him as Jungkook works his deft fingers along the impressive length of his cock, all while his other hand grinds slowly against his own.

“Aren't they pretty?” Jimin’s sinful voice snakes into your ear and makes you shiver. His hands deftly work down his own pants and boxers, and you’re given a hint of what he has to offer.

“P-please, Jimin, want you.” He chuckles at the words but obeys you, quickly slotting himself between your legs. With no barriers between you, you can feel the thickness of his cock against your pussy, the girth of him taunting you.

“As much as I wanna dive into your pretty little pussy, she deserves some more attention, don’t you think?” A knowing smirk graces his features as he lowers himself to your stomach, skimming the skin of your stomach with his tongue. The trail he leaves is electric, sending shockwaves of arousal right to your core as he gets closer. Your hands find a home in his hair again, happy to scrape against his scalp with a gentle pressure as he finally settles between your legs.

A stream of air against your clit makes you whimper, hips bucking off of the bed enough that he loops an arm over your stomach to hold you down.

“Fuck, Jimin, please!” He giggles from between your legs and you think you might die before his mouth even touches you. Taehyung and Jungkook have turned their attentions to you, and the sight of them both hard in front of you is enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, and as soon as your head drops back onto the bed, Jimin makes his move.

Maybe it's just because it had been so long since you had someone eat you out, but the first touch of his tongue brought you spiraling toward an orgasm. Your hands tighten on his locks and he groans as he laps at you, circling your clit with his tongue in perfect little circles. The noises that escape you don’t feel like your own as you rush embarrassingly fast towards cumming. Your vision blurs with tears, and you cum without a warning. A pleasant humming fills your mind as Jimin continues to eat you out, lapping up whatever you give him with a fervor that makes your toes curl. Wet tears roll over your cheeks and into your hairline, mixing with the sweat that was already there.

So lost in the pleasure, you barely notice that Jimin had stopped until your hands drop form his hair, limp at your sides. His lips and nose are glistening with your juices, and the sight of him makes you gasp.

“You came so fast, baby. Were you really that deprived?” You lean into the attention and nod, whining to him when he coos over you. “Such a pretty little pussy deserves attention, doesn't it?” You know he’s relishing in your submission, but you’re more than happy to fall into it when you feel so safe.

The bed dips above your head, and you know that it’s Taehyung and Jungkook finally joining you. You crane your head backwards to find them both staring raptly at your figure, the heaving of your chest as you recover.

“Think she's ready for a dick?” Jimin asks casually, as if you’re not right under him. You whimper, nodding your head emphatically. He finally casts a gaze back down at you, smiling with genuine kindness. After a second he leans away, allowing cold air to wash over your body. A small feeling of alarm washes over you as he backs up, and your eyes dart around as he reaches into the bedside table a few steps away. The silver packet shimmers in the low light, as as much as you admire their willingness to be safe, you shake your head petulantly.

Taehyung’s face hovers over your own in an instant, eyebrows furrowed as he examines you. You know he’s looking for signs of distress; assessing if you need to stop, but all he sees is your pouty lip and teary eyes.

“I wanna-” you gulp down a swallow. “Wanna feel you raw. Please. I'm on the pill and I’m clean.” You plead your case to the man above you, knowing well that they’re all listening. “I just wanna feel you...” you try again when no one says anything. Then, Taehyung’s face lights up in a smile that would seem evil if you didn't know any better.

“Hear that, guys? Our pretty little baby wants us raw.” Excitement passes through your stomach when you see how this is going.

“If that’s what she wants...” Jungkook chimes in, pretending like his cock didn't jump and throb at your words. Jimin comes back to you, hands empty, and grasps the meat of your thighs, hoisting them up so that they’re bent at the knees. One hand drops, and you assume he’s going to play with your pussy, but it instead comes down harshly on the juncture of your ass and thigh.

“You nasty little thing. Want all three of us to cum in you? Fill up your little pussy like you’ve been waiting for?” The gravel in his voice makes your pussy clench and he sees it, chuckling darkly.

“What do you say, guys? Wanna cum inside her?” A collective groan of agreement falls from everyone but Jimin, who is busy lining himself up with your soaking entrance. You heave a breath in anticipation as Taehyung and Jungkook move to flank your sides, eager to have their hands on you. “We’re all clean too, baby. Nothing to worry about.” Jungkook suddenly assures you, tracing a gentle line down your arm closest to him.

At your nod, Jimin presses forward, beginning his descent into you. The stretch is already unbelievable, much more intense than your tiny vibrator. He reads your body well, taking his time to enter you as you gasp and writhe. Taehyung and Jungkook do their best to soothe you, helping to pain morph into pleasure as Jimin is finally fully inside of you.

“Holy shit, you feel so good.” His voice is airy with pleasure and it inflates your ego just a bit. He begins a steady rhythm, splitting you open with every movement of his hips. A gasp stutters out of you when you realize just how big he is, tears brimming once again at the pure pleasure he’s giving you. It doesn't take long for him to increase his pace, fucking into you so hard that you’re pushed further onto the bed, tears spilling freely. Jungkook and Taehyung have each taken the liberty to attend to one of your nipples, pinching and licking at them as they please while Jimin wrecks you.

“Look so pretty when you cry, baby. Sweet little crybaby letting me ruin her pussy, huh?” Jimin’s words add fuel to the fire in your stomach, and you cry even more as he hits a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed.

“I’m getting close, Jimin-” your voice is stolen from you as Jungkook takes the opportunity to work two large fingers over your sensitive clit, heightening every sensation into a burning desire in your stomach.

“I’m cumming!” You’re impressed the words even make it out before you feel like you’re floating, cumming around Jimin’s cock. Neither him or Jungkook let up as you scream their names, hands scrabbling for something to anchor yourself. White spots cloud your vision, and as the sensation passes you realize that your whole body is trembling. Taehyung’s planting kisses on your collarbones, murmuring things you can't quite understand yet. Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes are glued to your pussy, and you can feel it fluttering with the aftershocks.

“Fuck, gimme a turn.” Jungkook is suddenly on the move, practically shoving Jimin- who was still hard- out of the way. Jimin doesn’t protest, his chest heaving from effort as he lays down next to you on the bed, immediately stealing your attention with a kiss.

“You are so hot, you know that?” He says, brushing stray strands of hair out of your eyes. “Crying like that got me fucking harder, somehow. Shit.” You almost feel bad that he’s still hard, but Taehyung steals your attention quickly with a kiss of his own. Jungkook’s hands dance on your thighs, admiring the red marks that Jimin’s hand had made on you. His hand comes down on the opposite cheek that Jimin slapped earlier, relishing in the way you whine into Taehyung’s kiss. He lands one more on each side for good measure, and you moan so loudly that you have to pull away from Taehyung’s mouth.

Jungkook takes the moment to tease his head against your slick entrance, and you nod fervently to tell him you’re more than ready for his cock. He’s somehow longer than Jimin, the impressive length a bit imposing as he begins to slip in. Despite just having orgasmed, he still stretches your entrance considerably. Taehyung groans along with you, sitting up for a better look as he wraps his hand around his cock. You can see now just how needy he is, the tip red and leaking. You reach for him absently, trying to keep your eyes on Jungkook as his face twists into pleasure.

“Think she wants you, Taehyung.” Jimin interjects, warm hands enjoying caressing your side. Your mind is fuzzy with desire, as Taehyung finally gets your cues and props himself up. The sight of his cock makes your mouth water, and you open it to him with no hesitation. Perhaps wisely, he sneaks a look down to your pussy, where Jungkook had started a slow and satisfying rhythm inside of you. As if he knew the exact timing, Taehyung shoves his cock into your waiting mouth at the exact same time Jungkook ramps up his speed.

Stuffed on both ends, you moan, surprised and delighted at how well the men worked together. Jungkook’s pace is punishing, relentless with the way he batters your pussy like it’s made for him. Lewd groans spills from him in a constant stream, and paired with the way he stretches you, you would be screaming for the whole building to hear if not for Taehyung’s cock.

You focus on him as well as you can, relaxing your throat to let him fuck your face as he pleases. Your gag reflex threatens to make an appearance but you fight through it, enjoying the burn of your throat expanding for him. Taehyung is surprisingly perceptive to your needs and speeds up his thrusts just enough to make you feel wonderfully numb, spit seeping around his cock. The wetness drips down your chin onto your chest, but you are far too gone to find it embarrassing. Jungkook is lost in his pleasure, hips moving at an inhumane speed that scrambles your brain and sends shockwaves through your pussy.

“Pretty fucking girl, slobbering on my cock. Lettin’ me fuck your throat like a whore while Jungkook fucks you. Just a good little whore, doing whatever we want you to do, huh?” You nod at his words as best as you can, the mixture of sweat, tears and spit making your neck feel stick, but it’s all worth it when Taehyung produces the deepest moan you've ever heard.

Jungkook mirrors him, letting out a string of high pitched whines. You choke around Taehyung’s cock at the movements and he lets up, allowing your wrecked voice to fill the room alongside Jungkook’s. With Taehyung out of the way Jungkook leans forward and leaves a bite on your neck, gasping as you feel his release fill you. The warmth makes your eyes roll back, satisfied to finally be filled with someone’s cum.

Jungkook continues to buck his hips as he cums, laying his head down on your chest as Jimin captivates him in a kiss of his own. You’re entranced by their embrace, watching the way their tongues slip against each others as Jungkook rests on your chest. A happiness settles inside of you, not even bothered that you didn't come, as Jungkook lets out an airy giggle. He stands up and finds the strength to pull out of you, eyes glued to the mess he made inside of you.

His cum rushes out and you clench to keep it in, loving the heavy feeling inside of you. Jungkook swears, pushing his sweaty hair back off his gorgeous forehead.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your pussy filled.” You’re surprised to hear Taehyung say, as he rounds the bed. They fall into their natural rhythm again as Jungkook finds his place, cuddled into Jimin’s side as if they’re watching a show. Taehyung’s eyes glint with something you can’t explain as he works a hand over his cock.

He sees your questioning gaze and smirks. “Had to stop fucking your mouth cause I only wanna cum inside of you.” His hands find your hips, massaging the flesh there with reverence. “Flip over.” His sweet playful tone is gone, replaced by a hard dominance that churns your stomach. It takes a second to get your muscles to work, but soon you’re on your knees and elbows, head buried in the soft comforter. Taehyung groans, clearly enjoying the change in scenery as he gropes your ass. His fingers split open your pussy, watching Jungkook’s cum seep out of it.

He takes a swipe across your pussy with his tongue, sending a moan stuttering out of you. “Tastes so good, but I can't wait to be inside of it.”

“Please fuck me, Taehyung. I need you so bad.” You whine. The desire to have another load of cum inside of you overtakes any decorum as you shuffle your hips back against him, hoping it will make him act faster.

“You greedy little girl. Already been fucked twice and you can't get enough?” He teases but you can hear the hitch in his voice, the way the heavy head of his cock traces against your exposed folds. He takes extra time to run the head of his cock over your engorged clit, extra sensitive since you didn't cum with Jungkook. Without warning his cock is sliding into you, pushing through the wetness of Jungkook’s come and your arousal.

By far the thickest of the three, Taehyung’s cock punches the air out of you with the new angle. Your manicured nails grip the comforter in anticipation, and before you know it Taehyung is pounding into you. You feel like you will never catch your breath again with the way he’s moving inside of you, deconstructing your nervous system piece by piece. You’re vaguely aware of Jimin and Jungkook next to you and you turn your head in curiosity.

Jungkook, despite his tiredness, has his lips wrapped around Jimin’s cock, eyes closed in pleasure as he bobs his head. The sight sends a ripple of pleasure straight to your core, tightening around Taehyung so much that he slaps your ass in appreciation. Jimin’s eyelids hang low but open, dangerous eyes boring right into your own as if he could read your mind. The hand that isn’t propping him up is resting gently on Jungkook’s head, and even with the momentum from Taehyung’s thrusts making your vision blurry, you can tell that Jimin’s face is the picture of sinful pleasure.

Taehyung’s fingers seek out your clit and your instantly clench around him, your walls spasming as you fall into sensory bliss, all but drooling into the fabric below you.

“Love this greedy little pussy, baby. So lucky we met her-” a hitch of his breath accompanied by his hips stuttering. “Come on, cum for me so I can fill you up.” His fingers somehow move faster, strumming your clit in a way that makes your toes clench and your stomach unravel. You cum with a force you didn’t know possible, gushing around Taehyung’s cock in a sticky mess. He thrusts only a few more times before spilling inside of you, slapping your ass again for good measure. Your ears ring, happy with the numbness of your world. You can tell there are several hands on you, but who they belong to is a mystery. Taehyung’s cock leaves you and you whine, immediately missing the weight of him inside you. His cum spills out behind him and you feel like you could cry as the fullness slips away from you. You try your best to voice it as your body collapses onto the bed, but you can’t tell if they can even hear you let alone understand you.

The edges of your vision return, fingers and toes coming back to life. You finally make out the hands on your head to be Jungkook’s, who is laying down next to you, staring at you as if you were made of stars. He’s speaking lowly and you smile when you finally make sense of what he’s saying.

“Good girl, now there you are. Hey.” The soft tone he uses makes you feel at ease. “Can you tell me what you were just trying to say?” His eyebrows furrow cutely and you try so hard to focus on his question and not the way you want to kiss him so badly. It takes your mouth a few moments to catch up to your brain, and you finally wade through the happy haze of your orgasm.

“I said that I-” you wince at how wrecked your voice is. “I don’ want all the cum to slip out of me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your admission, perhaps expecting you to have much more PG thing to say. He recovers quickly, allowing a sexy smirk to break through.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says, and for a second you’re still confused, until the man he calls upon is taking his place. His makeup still looks impeccable, and this close up you can see the details in his irises. He says nothing, and you aren’t sure exactly what he heard, so you just start again.

“I want to-”

“Have all the cum stuffed back into you?” His words shock you despite how lewd the entire night had been. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright? That last orgasm really took it out of you, sweetheart.”

Your heart jumps at his consideration, but there’s still a fire burning deep in your stomach that you know he could be the one to put out. You turn your head just enough to see that his cock is still hard, leaking precum against his toned stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure. Please. Please. I promise I’ll be good. Wanna make you cum. Wanna have you all in me.” Jimin’s eyes darken immediately, and his strong hands maneuver your pliant body back onto your back. A surge of confidence runs through you at the animalistic desire on his face.

“Gonna get you all filled up, baby. Our perfect little cum dump. Lettin’ us all take our turns with you.” He spreads your legs, examining your puffy pussy lips and the remnants of cum that leak from you. He gathers up what he can with his fingers and shoves it back into you. You shudder at the intrusion, beyond sensitive to his touches.

“”M not gonna last long, baby. I’m so fucking hard.” He whines, palming himself as he gets to where he needs to be, settled between your legs snugly. “S okay, just want your cum.” You assure him sweetly, feeling the weight of the night as well. You weren't even sure you had it in you to cum again, but you knew you wouldn't end the night satisfied without having them all spill inside of you.

Jimin wastes no time after your reassurance, and his cock slides right in as if you were made for him. The lubrication makes for an extremely easy glide. Every move he makes strikes pleasure in your pussy, the sensitivity of the muscles making your orgasm build with surprising speed. Jimin can feel you clenching around him and he gasps, knowing your tells after seeing you cum so many times in one night. He presses a nimble finger to your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to cum again. A slow simmering orgasm that makes your legs shake as you gasp, latching onto Jimin’s arms for support. He joins you not long after, giving a few short thrusts to make sure that he fills you up deep.

He drops his full body weight on top of you and you relish in the secure feeling, his cock twitching while still inside you. The shake in your legs finally stills, and Jimin pulls out of you, careful to minimize the amount that slipped out of you. You closed your legs instinctively although you were exhausted beyond belief. As the adrenaline wears off and the sweat begins to dry you shiver under him. Despite the heat of his body, you were definitely in need of something else to cover you. When he feels you shiver he plants a kiss on your forehead before sitting up and pulling aside the comforter on the bed before leading you underneath the layers of warmth. He slips in right after you, wrapping his arms steady around your figure. Your eyes threaten to slip shut, but the absence of the others nags at the back of your brain.

“Went to get clothes and water,” Jimin explains as if he can read your mind. His head barely lifts from your shoulder as he speaks, and the low hum of his voice against you soothes the very last of your frayed nerves. Seconds later the door glides open, a now-dressed Taehyung and Jungkook with bottles of water and fabric bundled in their hands.

You and Jimin both take a water bottle, and the other boys settle down on the bed. Suddenly you realize the bed isn't quite big enough for all four of you, as Taehyung’s limbs sprawl overtop of Jungkook’s.

Jungkook waits until you drain half the water bottle, and then shuffles the pile of clothes in his arms.

“They’re uh- they’re my clothes, but I. Figured they'd be better than your...dress.” He blushes, gingerly holding it out to you. The sight makes you giggle, but you thank him, and pull the shirt on over your head while you're still in the bed. Feeling like you could trust your legs again you slip out of bed and pull on the boxers and sweatpants he gave you. The shirt falls to your thighs and the bottoms he gave you only fit because of their drawstring, but the enveloping warmth and comfort made up for the size difference.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You whisper your thanks, scared to ruin the comfortable low hum of conversation between Taehyung and Jimin. It's easy to slip back under the sheets, wedged between Jimin and Jungkook. Taeyhyung takes the other side of Jimin, barely having enough room for his body at the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he reaches an arm across Jimin to reach you. He gently places a hand on your arm, rubbing gently at the skin there.

An odd wave of emotion crests over you and your eyes well. “Thank you, by the way.”

To your complete embarrassment they all coo at once, squishing in closer to you. You all smell like sex and sweat, but the embrace is so sweet that you have to remind yourself it was only a one night stand.

“We should be the ones thanking you, Y/N. Believe it or we don’t usually do...this.” Jungkook admits. He’s facing your back but you can imagine the blush on his cheeks as he speaks. The idea shocks you and a sound of disbelief punches out of you.

“It’s true,” Jimin pokes your ribs gently when he sees the look on your face. “We’re pretty picky. But you...” He stops himself, seeming to be afraid of saying too much. A teasing glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest with the implications of his words. Was it too soon for you to suggest doing this again? Or just hanging out like normal people? There’s no denying that you’re wildly attracted to all of them, but does that mean its worth pursuing? “We can think about it in the morning.” Comes Jimin’s gentle voice. Taehyung nods from behind him, and you can tell that his exhaustion is catching up to him. You have no idea it was when you left the club with them, and certainly have no idea what hour it is now. Jungkook grunts his agreement into your neck, and you hope he can't sense the way your heartbeat speeds up at his proximity.

“Well still, thank you. And good night.” You murmur, nestling into the surprisingly soft pillow. Your eyes shut, and sleep is just inches away, latched between the two men closest to you, when Jimin begins to wiggle.

“Shit, guys. Let me out, I need to piss.” Triplet sighs follow his demand, and you all laugh as he flips you off on the way to the bathroom.

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here is my request mommy!!!

yn and her best friend (let's call her Yui) go to a live sex show, where tae is the main performer with two other girls. Tae comes up to the stage and tells the public that their partners for the night couldn't make it so the show has to be cancelled, but yn and Yui offer themselves as volunteers to get fucked by Tae. here is what I thought(I'll mark with the 🤭 the ones I'd like you to put if you can't fit all of them in the request):

- yn and yui have big tits!(🤭)

- double tit fuck and nipples rubbing

- best friend rides tae while tae eats yn out

- tae tells yn to lay on her back and yui to lay on top of her, so he can go between pussies back and forth? you know? because their pussies are so close and their nipples rub (🤭)

- best friend sucks on yn clit and while Tae fucks her, tae takes his cock out of yn and tells yui to suck it, just to put it back in (Yui takes his cock and puts it inside yn) (🤭)

- a lot of tit sucking

inspo:

thats what they are wearing : https://twitter.com/VismaraMartina/status/1641517403027697665?t=JLYSPjh3xqUij76U2oMGow&s=19

https://twitter.com/P_hedonists/status/1771444581869002819?t=OrmMtnIoic25WZPLxwg8qQ&s=19

https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b4473dc1974d

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How could you and your friend possibly not jump on this once in a lifetime opportunity? You had been in love with Taehyung ever since the first time you had seen him on social media. He was so fucking hot and you had seen how good he was at working that cock.

“Shit, are those tits all natural?” You heard him ask, and you nodded meekly.

“Yeah, all real.” Your friend boasted. You both had pretty big breasts.

Taehyung held his cock in his hand, looking down at the both of you. “Go on, take it off, let me bury my cock into those big tits and fuck them.” You did as you were told, taking off your top and letting your breasts free, and so did your friend.

The three of you were soon enough in a circle, Taehyung between your bodies. Your breasts were squished together as he thrust his cock between them. His precum coated your breasts and his cock, making it easier for him to move. The crowd watched, amazed by the scene.

“Fuck.” The sight of his cock disappearing in the massive pillowy soft breasts made him rock hard. His tip would push against your chin and you could tell he was as hard as a steel pipe.

“Come here, gorgeous.” Taehyung took you by the arm, looking at your friend. “You too, sweetheart.” He led the both of you to the bed and he ordered you to lay down, whereas he pushed your friend’s head towards your bare pussy.

You gasped, watching her start to lick at your wet folds, her fingers spreading your lips wide as she worked her tongue all around you, moaning into your core as she did. You had never done this with your friend before, but you had to admit, her lips felt heavenly against your core.

Taehyung watched the two of you as he neared you, bringing his cock to your pussy. He was so close, and yet so far. His cock was hovering over your pussy, but he hadn't yet slipped it in.

But then he finally did.

“O-oh!” You gasped, feeling him split you open inch by inch. Your friend kept sucking and licking at your clit, her hand searching for yours and holding onto it as you got adjusted to his size. Her thumb stroked over your skin as you laid there gritting your teeth, feeling him push in his full length.

He pulled back and then thrust his hips forward, and you started to moan at the steady thrusts into you. Your friend kept her face buried between your thighs, sucking on your clit. You held onto her hand tighter as he fucked into you. He only paused to pull out and have Yui suck his cock, before she’d held onto it and guide it back into your pussy.

Then, after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and made your friend get on top of you. She looked down at you, her body moving against yours, her tits pushing against your own as they rubbed against each other. Her pussy was now pressed against yours, and the friction caused you to moan.

Taehyung approached and he started with your friend. You could tell from your friend’s expression that he was filling her up inch by inch first.

“Fuck, y/n he’s so big… how’d you take him? Oh fuck…” She whimpered, leaning down to kiss your lips, and you could feel him fuck into her. Her tits pressed harder against yours and her body bounced back and forth.

The crowd cheered, watching the sight before them. You could hear some cameras clicking as well.

Your friend moaned against your lips, her eyes squeezed shut. You then felt his fingers pump in and out of you, and you cried out, throwing your head back as you bucked your hips against him. Your friend kissed your neck, and you held onto her, your fingers digging into her skin.

Then, Taehyung pulled out and you could feel his tip pressing against your folds before he pushed in his length in one go. Your walls stretched open, and you let out a cry.

“His cock feels so good, doesn’t it, y/n?” Yui whispered, cupping your face and making you look at her. “I can tell how good it feels from the look on your face.” She smirked, kissing your lips again.

Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed. She was clearly enjoying herself and you were too.

“Yes.. feels so good…” You couldn’t get enough of his rock hard cock pounding into your body. Yui leaned down and took your breast into her mouth, her tongue lapping over the nipple and you arched your back, pushing your breast further into her mouth. She sucked harder and your hand went to her head, pushing her against you.

Taehyung groaned, fucking harder and faster, his tip pushing against the most sensitive spot inside of you. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against it, and you could tell he knew just where to hit.

His cock was twitching inside of you, and he pulled out, only to push himself back into your friend. Your friend moaned against your breast, taking it out of her mouth and looking down at you. She was panting, and her tongue hung out of her mouth. She looked utterly lost in pleasure, and her body shook as she came.

Your friend didn’t move, instead she rested on top of you, her eyes closed as she continued to caress and suck on your breasts, as Taehyung was now pounding in to you again, his wet cock sliding in and out easily.

“Does everyone want to see me coat those beautiful tits?” He called out to the watching crowd, and they all cheered and screamed “YES!” in unison. You could feel your legs trembling, and you could tell that his cock was twitching, ready to spill inside.

He was so close. So very close.

Taehyung was breathing heavily and the pace of his thrusts slowed. He was getting there, his cock was aching. His wish to make you cum caused him to keep pushing himself, and when he heard you cry and felt your walls tighten and loosen around his cock, was when he stopped pounding into you.

Then, he pulled out, and pulled you two onto the floor, and you and your friend looked up at him expectantly. Your mouths were open and waiting for his load.

And so, he came.

His hot thick seed shot out of him and landed on the both of you, coating your tits.

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bebejungkook · 2 years

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‧✧̣̇‧ The Art of Hating You

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K

A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice🫶🏽

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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.

Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend's beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.

When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.

But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.

But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.

No it can’t be.

Please god, don’t let it be him.

That is not Kim Taehyung.

But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.

What was he doing here?!?

And why was he coming over here?

Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one's for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.

He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.

“Jimin invited me.” Taehyung smiled, and shrugged before he started sipping on his drink leaving yours on the bar counter.

He watched you fold your arms across your chest like the very brat you were. Taehyung smirked, thinking that he really wants to see if you’re this bratty in other situations.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? He’s my best friend.”

You groaned,” I know but I mean weren’t you going to go to your girlfriend's family beach house or something?”

“What?”

You scoffed, now he was just playing with you, he wanted to rile you up,” what are you? stupid? Your girlfriend! You were supposed to go to your girlfriend's beach house!”

Taehyung smirked, he had no girlfriend. He was invited to go to his friend’s beach house but ultimately chose not to. The way you seemed so annoyed bringing her up made his heart race with an icy feeling that he finds only you were ever capable of making him feel. Taehyung leans closer to you, so close you could smell the sweet sappy scent of his drink laced into his breath. It tickled your neck and raised the hairs on your arms, you sat frozen never having felt this tingly before.

“Oh? Is precious y/n keeping tabs on little ol’ me? How sweet.”

“I’m not!“ You blushed, finally moving away from him before he got too close. Taehyung sipped on his drink before clicking his tongue and cooing at your adorable pout.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous sweetheart.”

“Jealous?!? Of what?!”

“Of my nonexistent girlfriend.” He smirked,” I’d much rather be here with you anyways so don’t worry baby I’m all yours.”

Taehyung winked and you felt something in you snap.

Your patience maybe.

“Shut up Kim Taehyung!” You shot up from your chair and grabbed the drink he brought, your cheeks were heavy with blush and your chest spinning with annoyance,”Why would I be jealous?!? Who would want to date a big headed weirdo like you anyways! Now leave me alone!”

You turned on your heels and walked off, drink in hand because you weren’t one to let a free drink go to waste.

Even if it was from your worst nightmare.

Maybe you were being an asshole, but you just couldn‘t stand Kim Taehyung. Something about him made you cringe and shutter, maybe it was his smile or the fact that he was always so happy and giddy around you, clumsy even. He would never act normal and it made your skin prickle with hatred for the poor man.

He was also insanely hot which angers you even more. How dare God make him so hot? What was the reason? Just to piss you off?

It was definitely working because you felt your blood boil as you watched Taehyung flirt with a girl in a skimpy bikini. Completely forgetting that you called him a weirdo just a second ago.

Who was she even?

She’s not even that cute.

You crossed your arms laying back down in the tanning chair. You just needed to relax, soak up some sun and forget the son of a bitch who makes it his life mission to torture you. You sighed, snuggling up in your chair, at the tip of relaxation. Any second now you’d feel completely cool and calm.

But then something big covered the beautiful warm sun from hitting you. Interrupting your state of relaxation. You prayed, again, that it wasn’t Taehyung, but God made sure you knew you were not Gods favorite.

“Want me to put sunscreen on you sweetheart?” Taehyung cooed, hoping to get on your good side, but nothing could get this caveman on your good side.

Not even his cute smile.

“I don’t want your slimy hands on me Kim Taehyung,” You kept your eyes closed,” now move you’re in the way of my sun.”

Taehyung bit his lip before pulling up a chair next to you,” you can just call me Taehyung you know, taetae is okay too.”

“There’s lots of things I want to call you but TaeTae isn’t one of them.”

Taehyung relaxed in his chair, he found you so undeniably sexy and he had the nastiest urge to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes dance all over your body. He took in every curve and mark, memorizing it for his own lewd dreams.

He was too excited for tonight, when you’d find out just who your roommate was going to be. He just hoped you won’t be too upset.

You open one eye to see if Taehyung left since he was oddly quiet but there he was, laying back, shirt off and thrown on his lap very badly hiding the massive tent that was there. You shook your head, you won’t let your love for monster cocks catch you off guard. You don’t care how delicious it looked in his pants. You won’t slip up, no matter how badly you wanted it to destroy you, especially because this one was owned by the very man you despise.

The same man whose body was making you tremble. His tan skin looked almost golden under the sun, a little dewey from his sweat but your primal instincts wanted you to lick off each drop of sweat from his body.

You need to get laid.

You huffed causing Taehyung to open one eye to glance at you.

“You want some sunscreen now?” He said in a serious tone which upset you because how dare he try to be so caring?

He barely knows you.

You shutter and turn your head to ignore him again. This time though, he sighs and gets up from his chair. You sneakily watch him leave, his broad shoulders and tiny waist make your mouth water.

Why does he have to be so sexy?

You’re upset again and act like the lonely feeling in your chest was one of victory. Taehyung never actually did anything to you. He just existed but you felt like that was cause enough for you to hate him. His stupid smile and his gorgeous eyes sometimes met you in your dreams, glowing just for you.

But you hated it. You hated thinking about him and the weird stupid feelings you got when you did.

“Stupid Taehyung.” You grumbled when you saw him walking to sit prettily next to Jimin at the bar, unashamedly staring back at you.

Jimin was Taehyungs best friend since kindergarten. Bros until death do them part. He prided himself in the fact that Taehyung looked to him for advice or help when it came to his love life.

And he would be proud right now, except Taehyung asked him to do something that he knew would get him in a lot of trouble with you. He hated that he couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he really wanted to because Jimin does not want to deal with the flame of anger that is you.

“You owe me so bad, she’s going to absolutely tear my ass open.” Jimin rubbed his face as Taehyung watched you with those stupid lovey dovey eyes that Jimin knows, makes Taehyung do the absolute most for the person he’s smitten for.

“Yea yea whatever.” Taehyung waved him off, you weren’t so scary.

You may act tough but Taehyung knows better, he knows how sweet and warmhearted you are.

Of course not to him, but he’s seen you give your freshly bought sandwich to a homeless man and then run inside to buy him a drink. He’s heard you console a friend who had been broken up with and Taehyung thinks you were an Angel with the kindest heart he’s ever known.

Except once you saw him you turned into a demon that demanded to know why he was even looking at you. It was like he was the bane of your existence. But Taehyung saw this as an opportunity, he wanted to get you alone and finally find out why you hated him so much. He wasn’t going to force you to stay with him, he made sure Jimin had an extra room just in case but it tore him apart knowing that the girl he loved hated him.

And for no reason whatsoever.

Taehyung stared at you and stopped himself from going to ask a third time if you wanted sunscreen. He just wanted to touch you and be near you, he wanted to press his fingertips against the flesh of your thighs. He wanted to feel your collarbones, and feel the way your breasts feel against his hands.

“She’s going to fuck you up Taehyung,” Jimin reminded him, breaking his train of thoughts,” you’re so dead.”

“I know,” Taehyung smirked,” I can’t wait.”

You didn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the evening. You rejoiced and used the massage coupon that Jimin had so graciously gifted you because he claimed you were his best friend and he needed you calm and relaxed for the big party. After your massage you basically glided to your room, head empty and body numb from the deep state of relaxation you were just in. You opened the door and saw the lights were turned on.

No biggie, they might have turned on by themselves.

You walked in and dropped your towel on a chair to start taking your tshirt off not noticing the man that was laying on the bed, watching Tv, patiently waiting for the mess that was going to ensue.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You shrieked, hiding your bikini even though he saw you in it a couple of hours ago.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You yelled, but Taehyung was unphased. He smirked, eyeing your body that looked even better in this lighting.

“This is my room.”

“Oh hell no.” Your stare made the ache in Taehyungs heart hurt no less than before.

But he pushed through with a greasy smile.

“Oh hell yes.”

“This must be a mistake,” You gathered your towel and your bags that you just now realized were already inside the room,” wait how-“

“Come sit YN~ let’s watch a movie together.” Taehyung patted the bed next to him and that’s when you again just realized that there was only one bed.

One bed.

One big comfy bed.

You felt anger burst from your toes ripping ever seem in your body until it reached your head.

“Get out.”

“Nope.”

“Get out! You big-” you huffed,” you big stupid monkey! This is MY room! See how there’s only one bed?”

“Yea we're supposed to share sweetheart,” Taehyung again patted the empty spot next to him,” promise I won’t bite,” he smirked,” unless you want me to, then I’ll bite you all over baby.”

Taehyung winked and you felt like a volcano burst in your chest, hot angry lava squeezing out of you.

But instead of yelling you closed your eyes and turned around.

“I’m going home.” It was the only solution since you knew Park Jimin had this entire hotel booked.

“Wait YN! I was kidding,” Taehyung shot up from the bed, almost tripping on the blankets so he could get to you, his eyes wide and anxious,” I went too far! I’m sorry- y/n-“

You ignore him and gathered your luggage, you were oddly calm on the outside but on the inside you wanted to kick and scream.

“Y/n please don’t go,” Taehyung grabs the luggage from your hands, forgetting that he was the stronger one from you both,” please don’t go.”

You looked at him, pouty and heart racing. You don’t say anything but you let him talk.

“I promise I won’t be weird, you can have the bigger pillows and- and- I’ll get up early to get breakfast for you tomorrow.” He pleaded, he really didn’t want you to leave.

And something in you didn’t actually want to leave.

“Please stay? Jimin would be really sad that you’re leaving- we- you’re going to miss the pottery class..” His voice trailed as he internally cursed himself for pushing you too far.

“…how’d you know about the pottery class?” You asked since Jimin had multiple events planned his guests could do and Taehyung seemed to know about the one you were most excited about.

“I- I just figured, since you like art and stuff,” Taehyung lied through his teeth, he won’t tell you that he suggested it to Jimin just for you,” you won’t want to miss the big party either.”

Something about the way he spoke to you made you ease up just a little. You looked into his eyes and felt calmer, maybe it was just a mistake. Shit happens, Jimin might have messed up but Taehyungs right he’d be sad if you left now. Plus you would miss pottery night and you really didn’t want to do that. You sighed loudly before letting him take your luggage,” I get the side next to the ac.”

Taehyung smiles and wants to hug and kiss you but goes against his heart's wishes since he’s already been pushing his luck with you. He’s decided to let you do your own thing but it got harder to not bother you after you came back from taking a shower. The air was thick and silent, adding pressure to the weight in his heart. You wore these tiny shorts and button up pj shirt that made him want to rip them off of you, especially since he can tell you had no bra under. The way you breasts seemed extra pillowy and bouncy, you definitely had no bra on and he wanted to shove his face in them and suffocate on their taste. Taehyung wonders if you had any panties on either. He couldn’t help but feel so lustful for you, you just looked so sexy brushing your teeth while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives.

Aside from making his cock harder with each sound you made, his heart beat like a drum in a marching band. You seemed calm and okay with his presence so maybe now was his chance to finally ask you why you hated him so much. He waits for you to finish your night time routine, when you snuggle under the blankets, right next to him. His fingertips felt numb from tapping them along the bed sheets, his heart welled in his chest but he had to do it.

Do it.

Ask her.

Taehyung turns the tv off making you grunt and look back at him but his eyes avoid yours,“Yn why do you hate me?” Taehyungs voice is low and calm, like he’s been practicing this same question for days now.

He catches you off guard since you didn’t expect him to ask.

“You act all goofy, it’s- it’s annoying,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, not chuckle or giggle but a hearty laugh that has you blushing.

“Why- Why is that funny?”

“Seriously because I act goofy?” He chuckled.

“Yea?”

“Do you know why I act goofy?”

“Because you’re annoying?” You snorted, wasn’t it obvious?

“No silly, I act goofy because you make me nervous.” Taehyung explains hoping you’d get why.

“Why?”

Okay. You obviously didn’t get why. He takes a deep breath before looking right into your eyes, the brown swirls of your irises make him want to get lost in the sweet aura of them.

“Because I like you YN.”

“What?”

“I like you. I have a big fat nasty crush on you.”

You stayed silent, mouth open and heart racing. You didn’t know how to respond so you decided not to.

“I’m going to sleep now! Stay on your side.”

You swiftly moved under the blankets, hiding from his confession. You didn’t feel him move but you felt his eyes on you, making guilt sweep through your body. You finally heard him sigh, which broke your heart, but then he laid down turning the lights off before whispering a sad’ Good night.’

You tried to sleep but aside from the ache in your heart, Taehyung just wouldn‘t stop moving and sighing very loudly. You snap at him because you’re supposed to be up and early tomorrow for a shopping spree, courtesy of Jimins mother.

“Oh my god Taehyung go to sleep!”

“I can’t.” Taehyung muttered and you hear the heartbreak across your mountain of pillows.

“Just close your eyes!” You suggested but you knew he had them closed, you just wanted him to shut up.

“I am,” Taehyung slowly says and each word is like an arrow into your heart,” but I still can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you,” he sits up,” You totally broke my heart.”

You scoff and snuggle into your blankets to bury your feelings in them,“You’re being dramatic.”

“I just confessed to you and instead of kissing me you go to sleep. I get to be dramatic-“

You quickly sit up, almost offended that he expected a kiss,“Why would I kiss you?!?”

But the next few words he speaks drive the steak right through your heart. Obliterating whatever was left of it.

“Because you like me too.”

“What?” He smirked and you wanted to smack that sexy smirk right off of his face,” You self absorbed asshole- what makes you so sure I like you?”

“I just know, you don’t actually hate me, I just make you feel things you don’t understand.”

Taehyung shrugs, he had you stunned again, how dare he imply that you like him. You feel called out, embarrassed that he’d read you so easily.

No way.

Impossible.

You hate him.

But he does make your heart race a little?

And you do like the way he smiles.

What did he do to you anyways?

You racked your brain for even just a small memory of him doing something but nothing comes up. You try to sift through the reasons, but now they don’t seem so bad anymore.

They seem cute and justified.

Because he likes you.

You liked to win but you weren’t a sore loser, you could admit when you were wrong. Okay, you were a sore loser, you couldn’t admit it but Something about the way Taehyung was being vulnerable with you made you want to show him that side of you too.

“M-Maybe my anger was..misplaced,” You played with your thumb, pouting and avoiding his eyes,” maybe I don’t hate you like I thought, maybe it’s the opposite or whatever.”

You shrugged feeling a tremendous weight lifted off of your shoulders. You finally looked Taehyung in his eyes and you were not disappointed with his reaction. Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear, his ears red with love for you.

Taehyung took this opportunity to close the gap between you two, destroying the pillow wall that so cruelly separated you from him. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips molded so beautifully against yours. Like a puzzle piece that finally found it’s missing half, a kiss that felt like a complete piece of art. Then you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you savored his taste, you memorized the texture of him against you.

The kiss was a lot messier and hotter than planned, Taehyung takes it to the next level when he pushes you against the bed. His body so hotly on top of yours and hands pinning your arms above you so his mouth could peacefully paint a mosaic of hickies on your neck, you whined trying to grind up into him but his heavy hips stopped you from getting any friction.

“Taehyung,“You grunted when his teeth nipped just a little too hard.

Taehyung lifted his head and you saw his whole being change right in front of you. He was no longer going to be soft and so giving. Taehyung was going to teach you a lesson.

“Oh?” He smirked,” look at you, whining for me when just a second ago you were calling me an asshole. But now you want me?”

“Taehyung-“

“Do you think you can just get whatever you want so easily? Where’s the effort y/n? Where’s my apology? My confession?”

You groaned,” I confessed already!”

But Taehyung wanted a proper confession.

“Doesn’t count, apologize and tell me you love me.” Taehyung smirked, this would be your one chance for redemption, and it was tempting since his cock felt so heavy against your pussy that it made you want to renounce any feminism left in your body. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an apology.

Not yet at least. You wanted to play just a little.

“Fuck you and your apology.” You spit out, smirking when Taehyungs smile turned sour.

Something tells you, you probably shouldn’t have said that but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

Your heart and pussy waited for what he was going to do and you think you don’t have to wait long because Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment before getting up from his position to let go of your hands. He sits up on top of your thighs, and sinfully licks his lips while untying the strings of his sweats. His eyes hooded and dark with lust.

“You know what y/n?“ Taehyung spoke as his slender fingers pushed sweats and black Calvin Kleins down to reveal his thick aching cock. He strokes himself, grunting when you try to sit up.

But no, he was in charge right now, you weren’t going to have your way,” I’m going to give you one last chance. This time think about what you’re going to say sweetheart. Really think about it.”

You don’t think about it, you just let the words slip from your lips.

“Fuck you.”

Taehyungs had enough, he decided right then and there that he was going to ruin you. You deserved no mercy. He moves on top of your body so his cock now hovers your face. Taehyung smoothed his hand down his cock before growling out his command.

“Stick your fucking tongue out.” Taehyungs jaw

clenched as he messily rubbed his tip all over your lips, you looked up at him with hooded eyes before obediently opening your mouth to lewdly stick your tongue out for him. His dark expression quickly shut you up, but also excited you.

“Good girl.” Taehyung rested the head of his leaking cock on your outstretched tongue and slowly rocked against the warmth and wet of it. Spit gathered on the corners of your mouth, waiting to be collected by him.

“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung breathes out a moan before feeding more of his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and huff, you've wanted to choke on him ever since you saw his bulge earlier.

You understood now, you didn’t want to just rip his dick off, you wanted to rip it off from coming on it so hard.

It all makes sense.

Taehyung doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not, he reaches the back of your throat and you gag on him,”Baby, Ah, your fucking mouth-“

The feeling of your throat around him has his hips diving deeper into your mouth, fucking it softly for the time being.

He enjoys the way your hands claw at his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches his skin. You gag repeatedly, brain begging you to do the sensible thing and take it out.

But a hot combination of his hitched moans, and the way he stutters your name makes you want him to live in your mouth. He fucks harder and a little faster like it wasn’t your mouth he was fucking. You breathe through your nose like you’re a pro but you love the way he suffocates you.

“You look so good gagging on my cock yn,” Taehyung moans and pulls out so you can breathe, you practically gasp for air but quickly lick the tip that he so lewdly smacks you with. Arousal shoots down your spine directly in your pussy, making it sticky and impatient,” you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers as his cock makes itself comfortable in your mouth again. His hand threads through your hair as he continued his harsh pace but Taehyung feels his edge coming at an alarming rate. Maybe it’s because its the added love in his bones but he pulls back, cooeing when he sees a string of saliva and precum connecting you two. It snaps against your lips and he wants to lick you clean.

Taehyung hastily removed himself from your chest to get rid of his clothes, excitement surges through your body so you wait patiently.

“You okay baby?” He asks when he sees you cleaning the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, feeling shy that you couldn’t take his cock like you wanted to. You wanted him in the deepest part of your throat but your gag reflex was your worst enemy.

“You did really good,” Taehyung lays on top of you once again to kiss the ghost of his love bites that bruised your neck ,”do you want your reward?”

“Y-Yes please.” Your voice was rough, making your blush harder than you already were. Taehyung harshly undresses you, ripping open your shirt to reveal that his suspicions were true, you had no bra underneath. He throws it somewhere you absolutely do not care for at the moment, you squealed when his hands yanked your panties off, nearly dragging you along with them. His lips quickly wrapped around your nipple, sucking on the bud so softly it contrasted to his other hand that pulled on one harshly. You whined but he doesn’t stop until your nipple is swollen and glossy with spit.

Taehyung slowly leaves kisses on every inch of your body until he reaches your pussy, it practically glowed with arousal. He placed sweet kisses around you, until his arm reached over to uncover your clit and wrap his lips around it. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of even just a tiny bit of suction, he just wanted to feel your clit on his lips.

You looked down at Taehyung, whining and silently begging him to do anything but you weren’t prepared for the soft, wet tongue on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair. He pulled back from your clit to nip and bruise his art on your thighs,” I’ll never get tired of this.”

Taehyung wet his lips before his jaw dropped open to lick your slit in one slow motion, you wanted to call him a pervert but he stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. You whined again pulling his curls to get him closer, deeper in you but his arms anchored you around his head as his plush lips wrapped around your clit once again but this time giving it the sweet suction it wanted.

You sighed before closing your eyes as Taehyung dived down to lap at your hole that was practically leaking. Taehyung feels like you haven’t learned your lesson though. You haven’t apologized or even told him that you felt the same way he feels for you. Taehyung wants you to yelp in pain, he wants you to push his head away from your glossy cunt so he cruelly pulls away from your pussy to very lightly bite down on your swollen clit. You do exactly what he wants and squeal from the pain, you're calling out to him asking him what he’s doing but he repeatedly bites down, dragging his teeth until the word ’stop’ sits on the tip of your tongue. And as you’re about to scream out, he suddenly pulls away from you. Taehyung settles on top of your body once again to kiss your swollen lips.

“What’d you do that for?” The tears on your eyes bring him satisfaction.

“I'm sorry baby you didn’t like that?” Taehyung kissed the tears that formed because of him.

“N-No.”

“I’ll make it up to you~” he cooed and traveled down your body once again to kiss your clit in apology. You winced in sensitivity but felt your edge a lot closer because of the pain.

“I’m- I‘m gonna cum Taehyung-“ You huffed, fisting the blankets when you feel his tongue softly lap at your clit. Your pussys pulsating, wanting its release, you’re so close, so close. You feel it glowing at the tips of your fingers.

But Taehyung feels you clenching around his tongue and that’s when he decided that he was done.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” He smirked.

“Taehyung!” You pulled his hair so his face hovered over your very abused pussy but he pushed your hands off to crawl on top of your body to face you. His lips are shiny and puffy as he licks them clean, you whine when his tongue licks the underside of your jaw, over your lips and cheeks. Taehyung spreads your essence all over your face which makes your pussy glow with want for him.

You wanted more though, you feel like you deserve more. You’ve been good, you’ve been listening to him and not talking back.

So why isn’t he touching you?

You decided to risk it and guide his hand that’s on your hip, towards your pussy, swiftly moving his fingertips against your drenched folds,” feel how wet I am Taehyung.” You whisper hoping to convince him to touch you but he only scoffs.

“Ya I just made you that wet.”

You push one of his fingers to play with your clit, eyelashes fluttering to convince him more,” you can make it even wetter if you want.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue before nipping at the spot right under your ear.

“What a selfish, needy brat, trying to take something without giving back.” He scoffed,” I’m not fucking you until you admit that you like me.”

“Taehyung I can’t,” you whined, humping his hand that was between your legs,” it’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” His fingers teasingly rubbed circles around your clit, never giving you the pleasure you craved,” you weren’t shy about gagging on my cock but you can’t tell me about your feelings?”

You huffed against his neck, he was right but you felt your whole body blush just thinking about confessing your feelings.

Feelings. Yuck.

“Ilikeyou.” You quickly muttered, feeling satisfied with it you moved to kiss his puffy lips.

But he wasn’t having it. He wanted to hear you say it, he wanted to memorize the way the words sound coming from your beautiful pout, like a poem that swoons his heart.

“Nope,” he moved his head away,” Loud and Clear, exactly like how you were moaning my name earlier.”

Taehyung smirked, watching you with hooded eyes as you brought his hand from your pussy up to your mouth. You both stare at the string of your release connecting his fingers. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. Lust took over all of your senses so you didn’t think twice before licking all over his hand. The wet of your saliva replaced the wet that shined from your pussy, making him groan. Taehyung stared at your mouth, and the way you lightly sucked on his finger. His mouth agape and occasionally cursing from how good it felt.

“Fuck turn around,” Taehyung quickly lifted himself from your body leaving you cold and aching,” get on your knees.”

You do as he says, now believing that he won’t give you what you want unless you’re good. You wiggle your ass for him, hoping he’d just tear your pussy apart but Taehyung scoffs and slaps the flesh of your ass. It leaves a red mark of his hand and he gulps, but he won’t slap you a second time.

He spits on his cock and watches you reach behind you to spread your lips apart for him. Taehyungs tip hovers over your clenching entrance like a cute sort of kiss to you. He almost wants to giggle but your whine brings him back and he roughly thrusts the very tip inside. You wince but love the pain that gives you goosebumps. He slowly feeds you more, totally getting off on your moans and whines. He feels on top of the world right now, he’s dreamt of this moment for years and now here you were the woman of his dreams begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

Your clenching feels delicious on his cock, it leaves him speechless. He won’t speak if it means he gets to hear you wanting him. Taehyung pulls out just so his tip is in you but then suddenly rams his whole cock back inside. You have to hold on to the wall in front of you otherwise his thrusts would send you into a concussion.

“Is this what you want Y/n?”

“Yes! Oh fuck-“ you choked on your spit as Taehyung rammed into you, his pace hard and rough,” Taehyung oh my god-“

“You like it sweetheart? You like my cock?”

He hands gripped at your ass, nails digging into your cheeks.

“Tell me how much you like it, Y/n.”

The bed frame starts to smack into the wall but neither of you care. You only care about the feeling of his cock stretching you, making you see galaxies.

“Y/n,” Taehyung smacks your ass, this time with a heavier hand,” talk to me baby.”

“F-Fuck me,” you moaned as you arched your back so you can get that extra stretch from him,” Harder- please-“

Taehyung abruptly pulls out, you whine for the millionth time that night because you were so close and he just had to pull out now? He flips you over as his hands find the back of your thighs. He pushes them to your chest so your pussy was completely vulnerable to him. Taehyung thrusts his girthy cock back inside of you but this time your pussy is a lot more welcoming to him.

He’s a lot slower with his thrusts, but they were still hard and heavy. The sound of his cock hammering inside you brought a deep blush in his chest, he loved it more than he should. The slick noises and skin slapping against each other made him a lot hornier than he was already.

Taehyung feels impatient now, he wants to feel you cum around him. He wants to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He needs it.

Taehyung towers over you so his cock hits deeper into you. His necklace dangling in front of you, moving back and forth but you're distracted by the finger on your clit that's smothered with his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispers and you feel your orgasm rip you apart, spreading goosebumps all over your skin. It leaves you silently gasping, fingernails digging into his forearms to ground you.

“So fucking beautiful. Fuck!” Taehyung doesn’t stop his pace, instead he moves just a little bit faster. You’re numb from your orgasm but you feel his hips stuttering and fighting through your tight clenching.

“I’m gonna cum-“

You rub his arms and Taehyung falls on top of you, letting go of your thighs to wrap his arms around your body. He pulls you in closer, tits pressing on his chest and the cold of his necklace burns on your skin. You want him to cum in you, you almost needed it.

“Cum in me taetae.”

Taehyung chokes on his spit as he takes in the way his nickname rolled off of your tongue. His cock pulsates inside you,“Ah shit, fuck, baby-“

His cum feels warm and thick inside you, if you weren’t so damn tired you would be fidgeting from the weird feeling but you stay still, letting him fuck his cum inside you. He moans one last time before he makes sure to empty every last bit of cum inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to see his creation. He wants to see the mess he made, the mess he made because of you. Taehyung catches his breath before holding himself up with shaky arms. He sits up, pulling his hips back as his cock hits his stomach with a wet smack. You whine from sensitivity, but you clench knowing what Taehyung wanted to see.

His cum drips out of you, and Taehyung intensely watches it. He licks his lips, very tempting to fasten his mouth back on your swollen pussy but doesn’t because he knew you’d fall asleep and he wanted you awake and noisy.

Taehyung does, however, kiss your clit before going to the bathroom and getting something to clean you with. He comes back and you wince when cleans the drops of cum from you.

You feel your heart swirl with love, maybe now is the perfect chance to give him what he wanted.

“Taehyung I’m sorry,” you sleepily whisper,” I love you.”

Your simple confession and apology was like a silver bullet, excruciatingly piercing his heart and absolutely killing him. He wants to clench his chest but he keeps cleaning you, kissing your sleepy pout.

“I love you too.” Taehyung finally says, with just a little bit of shakiness in his voice. He’s waited for this for so long but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Should he run to Jimin and tell him everything or keep you in his arms until you push him away? He decides cuddling you would be a better option. Besides Jimin is probably having in orgy back in his room and Taehyung would hate to interrupt.

A couple hours later, the sun wakes you up, you groan burying yourself in the warmth of your blankets. Your hand reaches out to Taehyung hoping he’d get the hint and squeeze you but you find the other side of the bed empty, no sign of him. You thought he might be in the shower but when you laid quietly the room was completely silent aside from the hum of the ac. Maybe it was a dream, you think, but the ache between your thighs and the bruises that cover your body were evidence that last night really did happen.

You fucked Kim Taehyung.

And you told him you loved him.

You squealed, completely embarrassed about last night but then you heard a tiny knock on the door and immediately the butterflies in your tummy fluttered all over. You felt nauseous, shaking with an emotion you used to mistake for hate but now know it was love. You groaned before getting up to open the door, you grabbed a robe that was courtesy of Jimins care package. You opened the door there he was balancing three plates filled with different food in his hands with the room key in his mouth. His heart swells and aches seeing you, his hickies on your neck and your pretty face puffy from sleep. Taehyung swiftly walks in before setting the plates on the desk inside. He kisses your cheek before fixing up breakfast.

You’re left to sit on the bed, questions floating inside your head. You figured you won’t get any answers unless you ask them.

“Taehyung what happens now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” Taehyung stopped setting up the plates so he can give you his undivided attention since he knew your mind must be going into overdrive with questions. He pushes you back so you’re laying down, he towers over you, hands on each side of your head. His necklace dangles in front of your face and you have to stop yourself from putting it in your mouth.

“I don’t know,” you huffed,” what do you want to happen?”

Taehyung chuckled, seeing you shy like this was giving him the biggest heart boner,” I want to be in a relationship with you.”

Your eyes grew wide, blush blooming from cheeks to your ears.

“Like…girlfriend and boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he pecks your glossy lips,” girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” you whispered which made Taehyung chuckle because of how cute you were.

“Totally embarrassing.” He kissed you once again but this time didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands untie your bathrobe and you feel all tingly again.

You and Taehyung let your breakfast get cold because Taehyung decided that he’d rather be eating you but you weren’t going to miss the bottomless jimimosas that were promised for lunch. So you pushed Taehyung and his dangerous lips away from your swollen clit to get ready. You were nervous since everyone would ask why you both were gone. Everyone knew you hated Kim Taehyung, it was your brand.

You decided to pretend like nothing happened, maybe no one would even notice. You brushed it off and finished getting ready for Jimins lunch buffet.

No one will even notice.

Except they definitely did notice, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing just to gawk at you two. It was so obvious what had happened, and Taehyung, again, didn’t care to hide the obvious. He wanted to flaunt you, he wanted everyone to know that you are his now. He had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off the artwork you left on him. You stood by Taehyung fidgeting and hoping no one would make a big deal but Taehyung never cared about what anyone thought so his fingers easily found yours and laced them together making you blush even harder than you were before. You didn’t push him away which made the scene even weirder to take in.

No one spoke but watched you follow Taehyung as he served your plate. You stayed close to him, feeling incredibly shy. Which was very, very uncharacteristic of you. Usually you’re a social butterfly but now you avoided everyone and even snuggled into Taehyungs side because they just kept staring. Taehyung noticed and kissed your pouty lips. You swore you heard a couple gasps and whispers. That’s when Taehyungs head snapped towards everyone, heart beating with annoyance.

“What?” Taehyung spoke to everyone at the table,”I can’t kiss my girlfriend in peace?”

Jimin chuckled, biting his lip since he expected you to be the one with the fiery response,” Kiss your girlfriend all you want taetae.”

Taehyung grinned and kissed your cheek with a greasy smile. You whined and nudged him off of you but you exhaled the anxious cloud that built up in your chest, you felt glad that everyone there accepted this change.

Yourself included.

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crythvv · 2 years

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Kim Taehyung never really had anything important in his life besides his mom, cute small dog, and his paintings that was until he met you. Shy, quiet, sassy, funny, bossy, and pretty. Who knew something other than his paintings would stress Taehyung the fuck out, who knew the shy and quiet girl was driving the Kim Taehyung crazy, who knew he was slowly but surely falling in love.

Genre: friends to lover, fluff, angst, social media au

Warning! no smut is written but there’s some sexual mentions, cursing

riches | nerds

1- stalker behavior

2- party

3- no no

4- thin ice

5- jealous

6- not you

7- hate

8- angel

9-stress

10- the argument

11- time

12-the tweets

13-idk

14-tonight

15- official

16- uh oh

17- new

18- opening

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pantoneyoongi · 7 months

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the sun & the stars | epilogue | kth

title ; the sun & the stars pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 3.3k

description ;

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then. it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention. sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else.

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

notes ;

it’s all fun and games until taehyung starts flirting anyway we are at the end for this one !! thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyed 😊 i think i’ll be trying to do the prequel next - pls look forward to that one too !! ❤️

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff (finally!!), just taehyung being a sweetheart the literal entire time

spring semester starts cold, mid-january, which is your excuse for still holding onto taehyung’s scarf. he doesn’t seem to mind - exact words, “it’s yours now,” - but for the sake of your sanity, you continue to make up reasons for why it’s still in your possession.

for now, it’s tucked around your neck, bundled up against your chin and keeping you warm. taehyung walks beside you, like he does every day lately, having gotten ahold of your work schedule after some degree of coercing (read: taehyung asked nicely for it and when you hesitated, he - whether consciously or not, you’re not sure - gave you a look equivalent to that of a kicked puppy, and you caved within the next half-second).

you feel hyper-aware of his presence. it’s not entirely out of the ordinary for taehyung to walk you home - he showed up randomly plenty of times before just to do so - but now that he has your schedule, he waits outside whatever workplace you’re at for the day, every chance he gets.

you should be used to taehyung being beside you all the time. from begging to hang out with you when he was little, to simply materializing next to you now that you’re older, taehyung is always near you. but this feels far more intentional, and now you can’t not think about how close he is, the back of his hand brushing against yours as you walk back to your apartment.

it’s just not good for your heart. it’s racing much too fast considering the steady, slow pace you’re walking. you chance a glance at taehyung, but a seconds-long glance turns into minutes turns into you staring at him, studying all the features he’s grown into over the years.

taehyung really has gotten handsome, lately.

you know. objectively speaking.

strong eyebrows, kind eyes, a pretty curve to his lips. between the broad shoulders and the dark hair that falls over his forehead, taehyung looks straight out of a manga. it doesn’t help that he has a teasing smile on his - wait.

shit. he caught you.

you jerk your head away, but it’s too late. he smirks, leaning down slightly. “heard pictures last longer.”

you deadpan. “shut up.” he knows he’s pretty.

he invades your personal space, gets closer. you’d think someone who knows you and your cranky personality would know better than this, but that’s what happens when he also just knows you. you’ll never harm a hair on his head.

“why are you staring, sun?” you can hear the amusement in his voice. this is the taehyung that you know you’re entirely out of your depth with. you might’ve grown up with him, but even with all the time spent together, you know there’s parts of taehyung you don’t have an influence on. the parts that make your heart pound, the taehyung that you’re secretly thrilled by. he’s confident, maybe even a little cocky, and you’re certain this version of taehyung knows. he knows that if he pushes past the sarcasm and the facades and everything else you’ve layered on just to hide, that he has every bit as much an effect on you as you do on him.

he just lets you get away with it, most of the time.

“who’s staring?” you mutter defensively. “nobody’s staring. there’s nothing to stare at.”

he sidles in closer, but he never touches you. just gets close enough for you to feel all of his warmth. he’s teasing you, reminding you that he’s the only one who’s allowed to get this close - closer than people who are ‘just friends’ would normally be allowed.

in a poorly calculated decision, you make the mistake of whipping your head to face him, only to feel your breath cut short when you find his face barely a centimeter away from yours.

even taehyung seems to realize he maybe misjudged how much he can handle, too. ‘cause you’re definitely close enough to feel his breath, but he doesn’t seem to be breathing, either.

his eyes dip down. you press your lips together, inwards, shy at the way he looks at you. but the movement only draws his attention more, eyes focused on your lips.

“come over tomorrow,” you blurt, stumbling back a half-step. taehyung snaps out of it, straightening back to full height immediately.

“t-tomorrow?”

“tomorrow,” you say, resolutely, glad that you’re the one with the steady voice. “we can… eat together.”

taehyung’s eyes fall to your lips again, but quickly snap back up to your eyes. he smiles, and you feel yourself relax at the boyish look. “sure,” he agrees. “i’ll come over.”

what you forget to consider every single time you invite taehyung over is that you generally invite only him.

as in, you and him are generally always alone, because your roommates, unlike you, are much more fond of their social lives and are usually out and about.

this doesn’t normally pose a problem, except taehyung has been more daring recently, eyes sparking with mischief and affection, a lethal combination for you. it makes you nervous - excited - but now you’re left fidgeting as you wait for him to arrive, wondering which version of taehyung you’ll get today, while you’re alone in your apartment, with no other plans for the evening, and your roommates more likely than not to stay out for the night.

to your surprise, taehyung shows up with bags of groceries, beaming at you. confused, you let him in, and he drops them all over your counter. “i’ll cook today,” he announces, and you let out a short, hesitant laugh.

you do adore taehyung. in many ways. maybe the most well-known affiliation you have is with his sister, but the people closest to you know that your fondness for taehyung is unmatched, with or without your budding feelings for him that you’ve been trying (and failing) to keep in tight control of.

but regardless of how you feel, you know taehyung. and he is undoubtedly the definition of a younger sibling. you’re not even sure taehyung knows how to turn the stove on.

“do you even know how to cook?”

he looks mildly offended. you raise an eyebrow.

the shy, sheepish smile that forms slowly on his face gives you all the answers you need. “no,” he scratches the back of his neck. “but i’ll figure it out.”

“my god, taehyung,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. still, you make zero effort to stop him as he shuffles about your kitchen, organizing groceries and locating pots and pans. “please don’t burn down a university-owned apartment building.”

he points a spatula at you. “no one else has burned it down yet. i probably won’t be the first.”

you should probably tell him that ‘probably’ is not a very convincing argument.

but he looks so earnest, and you don’t have the strength to keep him from at least trying. he’s at least researched a recipe beforehand, and taehyung is admittedly pretty adept at following instructions.

he scutters about the kitchen, recipe pulled up on his phone screen. when you peer at it he locks the screen, turning his nose up at you. you narrow your eyes at him. he tilts his chin in the direction of the seating at your kitchen counter. you study him for a minute longer, trying to gauge the probability of taehyung committing accidental arson. but he doesn’t relent, and you cave, settling into the chair to watch him closely.

satisfied that you’re seated, taehyung carefully sets about chopping scallions and whisking eggs. there’s rice cooking in a pot, and he looks deeply concentrated, eyebrows knit together. you smile fondly, watching him. “you sure you don’t want me to help?”

he responds only with an insistent shake of his head, so you settle for the time he’s granted you to just look at him. taehyung in the kitchen doesn’t exactly entirely put your heart at ease, but taehyung’s presence in your apartment does relax your shoulders, slows your breaths. you don’t have to think about anything else - your future, your finances, your grades - nothing else matters when taehyung is here. he grounds you, washes away worries that have felt so constant that you didn’t even realize how heavy they weighed on you until taehyung nudges them all away with a sweet smile.

every so often, taehyung breaks his concentration to look at you. he doesn’t ask, but the excuse you have for getting caught staring every time is that you’re just making sure he doesn’t cause injury, either to himself or to the apartment. you both know you just like looking at him, judging by the spark in his eyes, but he says nothing regardless.

there’s a memory yet to be made unfolding in your mind. it has taehyung wrapped around you in your kitchen, head tucked over your shoulder, a meal halfway done. it has content written all over you, a version of you that’s happier, without any of your demons still lurking in the corners.

you want to make it a reality. you want to feel his chest pressed against your back, want to lean into his touch and know that as long as taehyung’s around, you’ll be okay. he’ll take care of you. you’ll let him take care of you.

but you don’t have the confidence to find your way into his arms, not yet. you keep your distance, settling for memorizing the shape of taehyung bustling about, quietly humming as he plates things up, presenting you with a dish that looks altogether too familiar.

a simple dish. eggs, spam, corn. a sprinkle of scallions on top for color. absolutely not the recipe he looked up, and he looks pretty proud of himself, biting his lip and waiting for your approval.

“that’s not a recipe off google,” you accuse, though you’re sure there are versions of it online somewhere. but sky and taehyung’s parents make it on lazy days, and in many ways it’s become comfort food for the three of you.

“it could be,” he shrugs, then grins. “i asked my mom for the recipe last night.”

he piles rice into a bowl for you, then sits across from you, bright eyes watching as you take a bite. you sigh into it, satisfied. “kim taehyung, you didn’t burn the building down,” you tease, instead of giving him the praise he’s looking for.

his face does a thing it rarely does since he was eleven, eyebrows pinching in and lower lip jutting out, and you giggle, the sound immediately wiping away the look. you lean towards him. “thanks for cooking,” you say, sincerely. “tastes just like your mom’s.”

he mumbles something incoherent and ducks his head, but you catch the pleased look on his face, the pink on his cheeks. you make conversation about anything and everything, just to get those eyes back on you. it doesn’t take much effort, honestly.

the night ends with the two of you on your living room couch, you asleep on his shoulder, your roommate’s tv playing in the background.

taehyung doesn’t put his arm around you, doesn’t tug you in close, but the feeling still lingers.

that as long as taehyung’s around, you’ll be okay.

you stretch your arms over your head, cracking possibly every joint in your back and shoulders in the process. being hunched over a computer for four hours starting 8am to noon is not ideal for your posture.

“you should sit up straight when you work,” you hear, and you look around to find taehyung pushing himself off the building’s wall, a paper bag in hand.

“i should do a lot of things,” you counter, and he gives you a disapproving look but doesn’t press you. he shakes the bag instead.

“lunch?”

you bite your lip, eyeing the bag hopefully. you flick your eyes back up to his and nod rapidly. he grins.

he walks with you to the student center, unpacking the bag while you slide into your seat. he takes off the lids for you, hands you wrapped plastic utensils, doesn’t sit down until everything’s ready for you.

“where did you learn to do this kinda stuff, huh?” you tease, but he looks genuinely confused, blinking back at you.

“from you,” he states plainly, like it’s obvious, and you’re taken slightly aback. now you’re the one that’s confused, and he tilts his head. “you always do this for us,” he explains. “well, sky, mostly, but for the rest of us, too.”

“oh,” you mutter. flustered by his simple explanation, you jerk your gaze away from him and start digging through the food. his lips tug upwards into a smile, watching you pretend to be preoccupied.

all the years you spent taking care of your friends, you’ve never let anyone reciprocate. but taehyung wants to give it all back tenfold, wants you to feel every ounce of his affections, wants you to feel the same love you give out in boundless amounts to the people around you. he wants to give all of it, just to you.

he reaches over, brushes your hair over your shoulder. you look up at him, eyes round and large, and it feels like all the love you’ve ever poured into him is overflowing in his chest in this exact moment, decades worth of all the ways you cared for him without uttering a single word. you did it all without hesitation. like second nature.

taehyung is still learning, still figuring out how to do the same, but there is something he knows.

he loves you. without hesitation. like second nature.

maybe it’s just your soft spot for taehyung, but he has a way of convincing you to come home with him. sometimes, he uses sky as an excuse - come hang out, sun - sometimes he bribes you with food - i have dinner for you at home. come over, sun - and sometimes, he just looks at you hopefully, and you find yourself in the apartment he shares with his sister.

the first time you fell asleep over at their place was an accident. by the fifth time, you’re not sure it exactly qualifies as an accident anymore.

most nights you fall asleep on the couch together. it started with just your head on his shoulder, but somehow, you found yourself more and more often waking up with the two of you laying down, taehyung’s arm thrown over your waist and his face buried in your hair. on the days you have early shifts or classes, you wake alone, in time to catch taehyung emerging from the kitchen with a packed breakfast and a gaze so intensely affectionate, you have to look away from him.

he’s no longer hiding the way he feels about you, and it has your heart running double time in your chest.

when you wake up this time, you realize you’re not on the couch. sleepily, you peer around and realize you’re in taehyung’s room, in taehyung’s bed, with taehyung still pressed close, one arm slung over your waist, as usual.

it’s quiet, still early, judging from the dim light filtering through taehyung’s curtains. the last memory you can recall is being on the couch again, so you’re not sure how you wound up here.

you have absolutely no idea what to do.

taehyung is still fast asleep, so you try to subtly shift out of his arms. maybe you can go back to the couch and pretend you were never in his bed and then you don’t have to ask nor answer any of the questions that come with it. but taehyung’s arm around you tightens, and he makes a small, discontent noise. you freeze.

slowly, you turn your head towards his. mussed hair, closed eyes, and pretty, pretty lips. taehyung looks impossibly younger when he’s sleeping, and he’s so warm, the gentle pressure of his arm across your body so comforting. it wouldn’t be so bad, falling back asleep like this. with taehyung next to you.

that’s the excuse you make. you’d make any number of them, really, just to stay here. but they all drift out of your mind as your eyes flutter back shut, taehyung’s steady breaths lulling you back to sleep.

the second time you wake up, it’s to the sound of taehyung cursing under his breath.

“shit,” he mutters, sounding mildly panicked. “shit, fuck, shit.”

you stir. taehyung isn’t the type to curse often, so you blink your eyes open, one hand blindly reaching out for him as you try to wake up enough to focus. “tae?”

he stares back at you in alarm. he’s halfway up by the time your eyes finally land on him, but when he sees how your hand searches for his, he catches your wrist in a gentle hold. “right here,” he murmurs.

you smile, still half-asleep. “what’s wrong?”

he stills. “i-” he flounders a bit. “i didn’t - um. i swear i meant to go sleep on the couch last night, i just - i wanted you to take the bed for once, ‘cause the couch isn’t really comfortable, but i guess i fell asleep too - i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even - i was just really tired-”

you let him babble for a couple more minutes, amused. admittedly, not all your brain cells are firing right now, still drowsy, but flustered, rambly taehyung is a rare, endearing sight you’d like to indulge in for just a bit.

when you start to see the pink dust his cheeks, you decide to take pity on him, pressing a hand to his cheek. he quiets immediately, leaning into your touch. “sorry,” he mumbles one last time.

you breathe out a laugh. “don’t tell anyone,” you try to tease, but you mean it a little too much. “but you’re my favorite, my star.”

he looks at you. you don’t know what changes in this moment. maybe it’s because it’s so quiet, with the world still waking up; or maybe because you both know sky isn’t home, having gone over to namjoon’s the night before, so the apartment is empty, just the two of you; or maybe because you’re both still sleepy and warm and so, so close, but taehyung shifts, the hand holding your wrist pressing it gently to the spot beside your head, so taehyung can hover just above you. you stare up at him, everything moving in slow motion. his nose brushes against yours, and you tilt your head up, searching for him. waiting for him to meet you in the middle.

there’s sparks, all over. tingles down your spine, the way taehyung kisses you slowly. the hesitance in the beginning, then the soft press of his lips against yours, like he can’t resist you. drawn to you, the hand holding your wrist moving to tangle with your fingers. the hand you had cupping his cheek slides into his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer.

it might be cliché, but you don’t care: kissing taehyung feels like coming home.

when he pulls away for air, he lets out a sort of disbelieving huff of laughter, like he can’t believe you let him kiss you. there’s a happy light in your eyes, your grin spreading from cheek to cheek, and his heart stutters in his chest like he hasn’t seen that smile almost every day of his life.

he ducks his head next to yours, hair tickling your skin. ever so close, you can hear the smile in his voice when he whispers, “you’re my favorite, too, sun.”

you’ve never told anyone before, but there’s a reason taehyung is your star. his sister remains the sky, your whole world, but taehyung is your star because you learned long ago that the sun, too, is a star. and if you’re so lucky to be considered the light amidst the sky, then you’ll be shameless enough to wish to always linger amongst the stars, too. because you want to always be next to him.

beside him. your star.

#taehyung x you #taehyung x yn #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #series: kths #series: tsns #taehyung

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livingformintyoongi · 1 month

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The Han Family: Moodboards

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

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hobistyles · 1 year

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Forbidden Love

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Cussing, dirty talk, cheating (please don’t ever do this), unprotected sex (again, be smart!), smut. *I want to remind everyone that this writing involves infidelity and can make several people uncomfortable, which is never my intention! Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable*

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

A/N: Hello everyone! I would love getting feedback on my writing. I used to write a lot for One Direction back in the day, but I’d like to consider myself a new writer since it was so long ago! Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys and I’m also thinking of making a series of this, so again…please share your feedback and let me know if I should do a part two!

Your lips leave his, hesitant to stop, but you knew this wasn’t right. “Taehyung,” you whisper, as he begins to move down to your neck, making sure to mark you — to claim you his. All Taehyung ever wanted was for him to know he wasn’t the only one receiving intimacy from you. “TAE!” You snap at him. He smacks his lips, completely stopping and giving you all his attention. “What is it, Y/N? Do you not want me anymore? Do you not want this anymore?” He guides your hand to his throbbing cock. All you could think about is how much you wanted this.

How much you wanted him.

You stop yourself, “No…this isn’t right. I’m fucking my boyfriend’s best friend. You think that’s right? You’ve known Jungkook for how long? I mean—do you even feel guilty?” Taehyung sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand, then proceeds back to looking at you. Those dark brown eyes that you adored so much. He takes a deep breath before leaning towards your lips, kissing you passionately.

You’re uncertain, but don’t stop him. “Baby…” he whispers in your ear, “does he make you feel like this?” He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist. “Hm?” You can’t help but to grab onto his shirt and press your lips on his. Although you didn’t want to admit it, you craved him. You desired him. “He doesn’t get you wet…” he whispers, “he doesn’t fuck you the way I do,” he smirks. You breathe heavily as you close your eyes, uncertain to keep going. Taehyung notices and grins, proud that you melt under his touch.

“Just tell me when to stop,” he coos.

You can’t help but to give in, selfishly. “I…need you.”

“You need me? Tell me what you want,”

You part your lips, having a hard time to speak. His lips slowly moving downwards to your stomach.

“C’mon, be a good girl and tell me where you want my mouth,”

He knew exactly what to do every time to make you agree to fuck once again. You had always told him that the last time, would actually be the last time. Somehow, he always managed to convince you otherwise. For the longest you wanted to stop the affair. You loved Jungkook, but something about being with Taehyung gave you that adrenaline that Jungkook could never offer you.

“Want you to taste me…want you to feel how wet I am for you.”

His tongue trails down, slowly pulling your skirt up. “Fucking slut…look at that pretty pussy…even wore my favorite thong,” he growls. You both knew what you came here for. Taehyung pulls your thong to the side and licks a stripe of your heating core, sending electric shocks to your body.

“Mmm, baby…” you moan, quickly feeling your legs go weak as he lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders for easy access. His tongue glides and licks in between your folds. You grab a hold of his locks, arching your back as he perfectly circles your clit with his tongue. The sounds of moans and grunts fill the room. Suddenly, you feel pressure being inserted inside of you. “Oh shit, Taehyung!” His middle finger pumps in and out of you while he continues to do his tongue work on your pulsing cunt.

“You taste so good,” his nose teasing your clit, adding more arousal to you.

“So close…” you whine, rolling your hips towards him to hit the spots you crave so eagerly for him to hit.

“Cum for me…I want to taste your sweetness, baby girl.”

You’re numb. Legs shaking as you’re cursing underneath your breath. You feel a sharp sensation on your stomach and your vision becomes blurry. You let go, as you cum without warning. “FUUUUUUUCK!” Taehyung pulls away. His lips glossy from your fluids. He looks at you with a slight smirk and licks his lips.

“You want my dick, or are you still feeling guilty?” A chuckle leaves his lips.

You nod, unable to speak from the sparking orgasm you just endured.

“Use your words, princess.”

“…m-want you i-inside o-of me,” you breathe out.

He pulls down his sweats, releasing his rock hard member. Taehyung hovers over you, not breaking eye contact.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Shocked at his words, you didn’t know if you could say it back. What you felt for Taehyung was very much different than what you felt for Jungkook and it’d be wrong if you fell for your boyfriend’s best friend.

You open your mouth to say something, but he stops you, bringing your lips to his. The tip of his dick tickling your stomach. He looks down, his hand giving his erection slight strokes before teasing the tip on your entrance. His hips lean against you as his cock perfectly sinks inside you. Taehyung throws his head back and begins stroking in and out of you, pumping his cock easily into you.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts. “I fucking love when you’re wet for me, and only for me,”

Your hands make their way down to rest them on his stomach.

“Fucking love your cock, baby…you’re the only one that makes me feel like this,”

“Yeah? This pussy…is…mine,” he thrusts between each word, making you cock stupid. “Tell me this shit is mine!”

“It’s yours Taehyung, all yours.”

His pelvis pounds harder into you. You feel your second orgasm coming close. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix perfectly. “Feel you right here, baby…” you grab his free hand, placing it on your tummy. “So big…” you whimper, making him go crazy.

“You’re so cock hungry. Look at you being desperate for my dick. I bet you don’t moan for him the way you do it for me, princess. Fuck, you’re so good,” his eyes roll back, his climax reaching to its peak as well.

All you could hear was the skin slapping and bed shaking from how hard Taehyung’s force was going in and out of you. Your nails digging his back, for sure leaving marks for everyone to see what he did the night of. He winced, feeling both pleasure and pain. “I’m gonna cum!” You try to escape, but he presses his hand on your waist, keeping a tight hold on you.

“I want to cum with you,” you wrap your legs around his waist for better access.

“Yeah, I’m filling you up with my cum. Another way to mark you my cum slut.”

You clench around him, perfectly snuggling his pulsing cock, both of you releasing your orgasm together with moans escaping each other’s lips. Taehyung milks his cock, thrusting a few more times before slumping in bed next to you. Beads of sweat held his dark hair, perfectly. A slight smile forms his lips as he looks over at you. You’re completely in awe of what just occurred.

“Baby,” he whispers. “…so when are you gonna do it?”

“Hm, do what?” You mumble, not snapped out of the satisfying orgasm you just received.

“You know…leave him,”

You slump up, gazing into his eyes with a confused look. “Leave him? Tae…I…don’t get me wrong. I love being with you and…I…you have to understand that I can’t leave Jungkook. What kind of person would I be if I leave him for his best fr-”

He cuts you off. “But you are though. You can’t leave him, but you’re fine with sneaking behind his back and having sex?”

“That’s why I think we should stop. This time I’m serious. We should stop,” you kiss his cheek, sort of like a last goodbye.

He gets up and examines your face. “Oh, baby. Listen to me and listen well,” his face getting close to you, in a way to intimidate you. “You either leave him, or I’ll tell him everything we’ve done…in detail…”

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springalwayscomes · 1 year

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Sweet Night (Teaser)

Read Sweet Night here

Plot: Taehyung may be one of the purest creatures in the world. Heart as clear as the waters of the Pearly Waters, he only knows how to love, he doesn’t make any exceptions nor differences; his soul cannot love one thing more or less than the other. That’s how angels are made. Nevertheless, how can it be that his eyes seem to linger on your rosy cheeks too much and his fingers tingle to reach for you? When did his heart start to clench at the thought of you?

Pairing: Angel Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Wordcount: 48k

Author’s Note: This took me so long, I started writing it around February in 2021, and I didn’t think it would take this much for me to end it, but I’ve made it. So many things in my life have changed while writing this, I could say my life totally changed if I look back to two years ago, so it’s a bit odd but still, I’m happy. Anyway, I wish you a happy new year, I hope that you’ll be happy and live it to its fullest, through upsides and downs. Know that every decision you will make will be the best you will be able to do in that moment, so don’t be too harsh with yourself💜

Also please let me know if you’d like me to tag you when the fic will come out! I’m thinking of making a taglist, wether you want to be tagged for this work or another one or all of my works in general, let me know! I hope you’ll like the teaser🤞🏻

On my pillow

Can't get me tired

Sharing my fragile truth

That I still hope the door is open

It’s midnight, dark sky and lonely streets. The air is still, light and empty. A normal person wouldn’t see it, in fact she doesn’t. But Jungkook does. He sees beside her white hair, what is happening in the air, just above the empty pillow at her side. It’s one of those shows you only get to see once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky. It doesn’t happen often for energy in another space to be this strong and loud, to manifest itself like this, in a total different universe.

He must have loved her a lot, he thinks. The beautiful white sparkles are only visible for his eyes, a clear sign of what is happening in another world.

But the door is closed now, and there’s no way to get back.

Cause the window

Opened one time with you and me

Now my forever's falling down

Wondering if you'd want me now

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run2yoongi · 1 year

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puppy love | jjk + kth x reader (4)

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook would be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

↳ setting: college au

↳ warnings: consumption of alcohol, jealous!taehyung, cliffhanger kinda

↳ side note: lil joonie cameo in this one! it might be a little unclear in this one but tae is also a student, he just tutors y/n bc he's smart hehe

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taehyung hadn't missed the banging of his dorm neighbours headboard on their shared wall. jungkook wasn't shy when it came to his volume, despite the numerous texts taehyung had sent to tell him to quiet down. on any normal day, taehyung would just put on his headphones and ignore it, focus on his practice exams as usual. except, this time, you weren't answering his texts either.

it shouldn't bother him, he'd known something had been going on between his best friend and you for a while. however, he couldn't get rid of the gnawing feeling in his gut. he couldn't be sure that the moans he was hearing next door were from you, but the odds weren't looking good. he brushed off the bubbling sensation of jealousy, telling himself that it was just irritation at the noise, that he had no claim over you but the frustrating feeling refused to dissipate.

he'd left the dorm quickly, unable to stifle the sinking feeling in his chest at the thought of you being so close, yet still wrapped up in jungkook's whirlwind of a sex life. subconsciously, he hoped he'd run into you as he passed by the library on the way to the campus bar, but your usual spot was empty. his chest tightened, as his thoughts began to run dark. in the countless hours he'd spent tutoring you, you'd been a perfect, innocent pupil. so focused on your grades that you never noticed him. how could you suddenly become the complete opposite when you were around his best friend? he needed to see it for himself.

after you'd fallen asleep next to an exhausted jungkook, your muscles ached as you woke up with the glaring screen of your phone stinging your eyes. jungkook had his hand draped delicately over your hip, snoring softly in a peaceful, shallow slumber. reading over your missed messages, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

from: tae 2hrs ago

are you still at the library?

just got back to the dorms if you're free

you groaned, frustrated at how easily you'd slipped into a state of unconsciousness after you had planned on catching taehyung and jimin after they returned from their dance practice.

to: tae

oops just woke up

you withdrew from the bed, gently sliding out from under jungkook's grasp so you wouldn't disturb him. waking him up to say goodbye felt a little too intimate, even if you'd just woken up to his legs tangled with yours. fixing your hair and clothes as best you could, you left the dorms and headed straight to your own, determined to shower and get rid of the questionable stain that was hidden on the inside of your skirt.

your phone screen lit up, and you glanced at the preview.

from: tae

silly girl

as you entered your dorm building, you read over the text with a sheepish grin. taehyung seemed to like teasing you, especially during your tutoring sessions. it almost made it seem appealing to get some of his questions wrong, just to hear whatever taunt he had prepared for you.

at the campus bar, taehyung had successfully managed to get you out of his thoughts for a couple short hours. he'd actually ran into some friends from his high school and had caught himself listening intently to one of them talk about whatever assigned reading they'd been given by their psychology professor. then you'd messaged him, and all the drinks his old friends had bought him seemed to catch up at once.

excusing himself and slipping out to the smoking area, he calmly took a breath of air and called you. the alcohol in his system steeled his nerves as he waited for you to answer.

you picked up the phone, fresh out of the shower. water droplets were still falling from your hair when you read the caller ID, surprised at the unprompted call. "hey, taehyung." you spoke slowly, curiosity lacing your tone.

you heard the steady beat of music on the other end of the line, muffled by distance and the sound of chatter. "y/n, hi." taehyung replied sounding hesitant, as if he hadn't been the one to call. "what's up?" you questioned as you stood in front of your mirror, holding the phone to your ear as you noticed the light purple marking on the base of your neck.

"just wanted to see if you wanted to come out," he began. he spoke with a level of reservation that you weren't really used to, making you wonder if something was wrong. "i'm just at the campus bar."

you hummed, contemplating whether it was worth it to go out when your thighs still ached from jungkook's onslaught earlier. you had wanted to see taehyung tonight though, especially after seeing the dance practice video that jimin had posted of him. "ah, sure." you finally answered, sliding open the door to your wardrobe. "i'll be there soon."

by soon, taehyung learned that you really meant an hour as he saw you walk into the venue, craning your neck to find him. he waved to grab your attention, eyes glancing briefly over your exposed thighs as you approached him. it only took a moment to realise that he didn't really want to introduce you to his old high school friend, especially as they widened their eyes as you made your way over. it was too late though as you smiled at the pair, looking at taehyung expectantly as he hesitated to introduce you.

"this is namjoon," taehyung sighed, reluctantly gesturing to his older friend. "he's too old to be on campus, so keep an eye out for security."

namjoon laughed, his dimples becoming defined as his eyes landed back on his friend. "some people have to do post-graduate studies, taehyung." he rolled his eyes before glancing back at you. "what is your name, darling?" he asked, his charming accent catching your attention. you accepted his hand as he extended it to you, noting how warm it felt on your palm.

taehyung glared at his friend, his drunk mind growing bitter that between jungkook and now namjoon, he was constantly having to vie for your attention. "y/n." he answered for you, eyes flashing a careful warning to his friend. you sat down with the pair, smiling politely at namjoon. "let me get this round," namjoon spoke, his eyes focused on you as he stood from his seat. gone as quickly as you came.

you looked over to taehyung, who's eyes were already focused on you. on your neck. your hand flew up to block his view as you realised that he was staring at the purple love bite that jungkook had left, contempt written across his features as his lips formed into a thin, straight line.

he had been right, taehyung thought as he struggled to fight off the spread of bitterness in his mind. you didn't speak a word, unsure if you should feel more embarrassed or defensive. the two of you sat, looking at the crowd around you. you didn't see anyone you recognised, aside from taehyung who still had a distinct unimpressed expression on his features. you were relieved when namjoon returned shortly, placing a margherita in front of each of you, oblivous to the growing tension. it was evident that namjoon was kind and attentive as he asked you about yourself, your major, your interests. taehyung remained quiet, only interjecting to brush you off when you attributed your academic performance to his consistent tutoring.

you'd exchanged contacts with namjoon before he excused himself to speak with another table, his other friends, you assumed. left with taehyung, it occurred to you how little he had actually spoken to you considering he was the one who had invited you out. "you feeling okay?" you asked, turning your body towards him as you spoke. taehyung was heavy lidded, resting his chin in his palm, phone in hand. "you like hyung?" he asked you, ignoring your question.

"he's nice," you answered, glancing over at the older boy who had joined a game of pool. you didn't miss taehyung's eyebrow raise at your response, and you rolled your eyes at him. "you know what i mean. it's rare to meet someone who doesn't only talk about themselves here." you added.

"'joon is very popular." taehyung mumbled, staring into his empty glass. his cheeks were lightly flushed, and you wondered how much he'd had to drink before you arrived. "i'm sure you'd be very popular too if you weren't locking yourself in your room to study all the time," you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

taehyung didn't seem amused. he just looked up at you with a mixture of glare and boredom. it was a far cry from the taehyung that you were used to, the one who would sit with you for hours going over every detail that you missed in your practice essays.

you shrunk in your seat, feeling defeated and confused at his attitude. you considered leaving early before taehyung interrupted your thoughts. "did you have fun?" he spoke, eyes fixed on your neck again.

you pursed your lips, cheeks beginning to warm up under his scrutiny. "hm?" you questioned, feigning ignorance as your hand subconsciously crept up to cover the mark that his friend had left. he leaned in closer to you, extending his arm to brush your hand away from its hold on your neck. "is this why you've been in a sour mood?" you asked, crossing your arms as you decided to defend yourself. "you think i'm trash now, or something?"

taehyung, uncharacteristically, smirked at your question. he was becoming increasingly difficult to read, especially as the drinks namjoon had offered you began to cloud your thoughts. "i'm not the one you need to be worried about, darling." he finally answered, mimicking namjoon’s pet name for you- you ignored how sweet it sounded coming from taehyung’s lips. instead, you thought over his words. was he implying jungkook thought less of you now just because he'd left a hickey on your neck? "that's your best friend." you retorted.

you seemingly struck a nerve as whatever playfulness was left in taehyung's eyes disappeared. he nodded, "sure is." he sighed, leaning back in his seat, switching his eyes from your neck to your face. "which is how i know you're wasting your time." he finished.

your stomach sank as you processed his words, unsure if it was worth it to pry if it meant getting your feelings hurt. "i know he isn't..." you paused, considering your word choice.

"i just think you can do better." taehyung interrupted, sighing as a resigned expression washed over his face. "like, if he's fucking other people, i don't know why you're not."

you shrugged, ignoring the wound that his words were inflicting on your ego. surely he didn't mean to hurt you, right? he wasn't wrong, you just didn't like to be reminded of how tightly you were wrapped around jungkook's finger.

"who else am i going to fuck, taehyung? i don't go out." you replied flatly. you finished the rest of your drink, desperate to drown the unpleasant feelings that were festering in your mind. taehyung paused, seemingly holding back whatever was on the tip of his tongue. it's not like he could talk, you almost never heard taehyung talk about his love life. in fact, trying to recall the last time he had even mentioned anyone he was interested in aside from unobtainable idols or actresses was a stretch.

"idiot," taehyung smiled, his voice drowned out by the 80s pop blaring over the speakers and shouting of the garish groups surrounding you. you rolled your eyes, eager to find a new topic to discuss outside your depressing, unrequited love life.

you hadn't stayed much longer as the bar began to become overcrowded. you quickly said your goodbyes to namjoon, he sent you a wink from across the bar as you waved, earning an unexpected giggle like you had suddenly been transported back to middle school. taehyung pretended he hadn't seen the interaction, instead deciding not to grace his high school friend with a farewell before the two of you decided to go for a walk back to the dorms and enjoy the nighttime breeze.

after one too many drinks, taehyung found his jealousy was becoming impossible to suppress, to ignore. as you walked across the campus lawn talking about your plans for the weekend, taehyung grew silent. when you'd finished speaking, you glanced over to him to find his eyes locked onto you with a pained expression.

"you okay?" you questioned, an intoxicated smile still splayed across your lips. taehyung shrugged in response, his expression unchanging as he crossed his arms. you could see his mind racing behind his eyes, the same way he looked when he was going over your work. "spit it out," you jeered, attempting to uphold the relaxed mood you'd found comfort in over the night.

"were you over at jungkook's, before?" he asked, his tone restrained. though, you thought he already knew the answer. he bit his lip as he waited for your response, clearly seeking confirmation. "yeah, i was." you admitted quietly, a wave of embarrassment suddenly filling your mind. taehyung broke his gaze and let out a sigh, to your confusion. had he really been bothered by it? you questioned, unable to contrive any words to fill the silence.

"i know it makes me seem pathetic, but it's not really like that," you began, staring off into the pattern of lights emanating from the dorm buildings. "i know what he wants or, what he doesn't want-"

"it's not pathetic, y/n." he interrupted, his gaze also set on the buildings which stood across from you on the grass. you raised your eyebrow staring at his soft lips as he refused to look back at you, instead choosing to fix his eyes on the earth beneath you. the cool night breeze danced through taehyung's hair, revealing the peaks of his cheekbones, the mellow glow of the moon highlighting his features.

he lead you into his dorm building and into the elevator without a word. you'd already spent too much time in that same dorm block today, you thought. in your drunken haze, you didn't really question where you were going. you were just happy to be spending time with your friend outside of brutal tutoring sessions.

as you made your way down the hall, you passed the door to jungkook's room. still as silent as you left it, you wondered if he'd ever even woken up. the door to taehyung's room opened as he held it open for you. you'd been inside taehyung's room before, but this felt different. more intimate than when it was the trio- taehyung, jungkook and yourself. you stepped inside and removed your shoes cautiously, hesitant to make yourself comfortable.

"does namjoon live on campus?" you asked, attempting to break the tension that you hoped you were just imagining. taehyung rolled his eyes at you as he plopped down on his bed, reaching for the bottle of water that sat on his desk. "why, are you interested? you're just as bad as jungkook." he taunted.

"i'm not into every guy i see, tae." you scowled, pulling out his desk chair to seat yourself across from him. taehyung raised his eyebrows at you as he sipped from his water, wordlessly refuting your statement. "i'm not!" you repeated, swatting him on the arm softly.

"i'm kidding, i know that." he sighed, rubbing his arm where you'd landed your hit. "no need to get violent, love." you shook your head at him, feeling the heavy atmosphere begin to dissipate. "he doesn't, actually. you'll need to find someone else's dorm to be a noise disturbance at." he finally answered. your face flushed, realising what he'd said. he'd heard you. you mumbled an apology, keeping your hands in your lap as shame began to spread heat across your face.

after offering the water bottle to you, taehyung spread himself across his bed, fixing his arms underneath his pillow to prop himself up. the muscles of his arm were on full display, the short sleeves of his shirt doing little to dissuade you from staring. the hem of his shirt slipped up as he shifted to make himself more comfortable, revealing the toned flesh underneath. you tried not to look, but taehyung was just as irritatingly pretty as jungkook- you couldn't help yourself, not with the buzz of alcohol running through you.

taehyung watched you struggle with yourself, a smirk growing on his lips. he liked you like this the most, frustrated and with your attention entirely fixed on him. it was something he'd gotten used to as he tutored you, something he looked forward to every week. a part of him liked it a lot more, though, when you were getting frustrated over him rather than academics.

you lifted the water bottle to your lips to hide your shame as a few droplets slipped and fell onto your shirt. "so messy," taehyung teased. "you always get this uncoordinated when you drink?" he reached for his phone and turned on some music, a song you didn't recognise.

"no, do you always get this grumpy when you drink?" you responded sharply. taehyung laughed and shook his head at your counter, taking the bottle from you and placing it on his desk and looked up at you, something dark crossing his eyes. "no, just when i have to listen to my star pupil getting fucked from the other side of the wall."

your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. he really was bothered by it. you thought after you'd apologised, that would be the end of it- but it seemed taehyung was keen on pressing the issue. you squeezed your thighs together, shifting in your seat under his uncomfortable gaze. "why'd you ask me to come out, then?" you asked, dumbfounded.

taehyung hummed, carefully thinking over his answer before speaking. "it's a bit difficult to get out of your mind, after hearing that." he tilted his head to the side, his calculating eyes anticipating your reaction. you couldn't make heads or tails of him. was he angry? jealous? even if he was jealous, you couldn't tell if he was jealous of jungkook or yourself. after you said nothing, he continued. "i guess i just gave up." he sat up on the bed, breaking the comfortable distance between you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

he was toying with you, you finally concluded, and unfortunately, he was succeeding at getting under your skin. you wondered if he'd only invited you out to watch you squirm. "what's the point in getting shy now?" he pressed, raising an eyebrow at your silence. "i-i'm not." you stuttered, unable to defend yourself from his teasing in this new, unfamiliar territory. an unexpected wave of arousal began to grow between your thighs at his teasing and silently, you cursed at yourself for playing right into his hands. "if you want," he paused, taking a breath. "we could get back at him."

your body became warm, your heart hammering under your hot flesh as your lips parted in shock. taehyung had always been blunt, but he'd never been this forward. "you're drunk," you dismissed him, breaking eye contact to look anywhere that wasn't his face. "you don't mean that." you added.

"think about it, you're sitting around and waiting on someone who's happily fucking other people." he leaned forward, speaking with a subdued enthusiasm that spread heat across your face. "you should let him know you're doing the same, since you're just friends."

you opened and closed your mouth, unable to refute his words even if you wanted to. he had a point, but with taehyung? his best friend? your tutor? it was a line you knew shouldn't be crossed, even if you'd never discussed it. though, part of you wondered if he would even care. "i don't want to have sex with someone just to get back at him." you eventually responded in a hushed voice.

taehyung nodded in understanding, but you could still feel his intense gaze on your face. "your choice," he shrugged, "but the offer is there.". you bit your lip, taken aback by how cooly taehyung was playing off this situation. "if we.." you paused, embarrassed at how lewd the conversation had become. "you know, if we ever do it. it'll be because i want to." you mumbled, still averting your gaze.

taehyung's ears perked up, unsure if he heard you correctly. "if you want to?" he mused, raising his brows at you. "and do you want to?". you looked back to him, his eyes eager for your response. he wanted to make you say it. you wanted to save yourself the humiliation and shout no, but at this point, you knew that would be dishonest. so instead, you sat there, frozen.

taehyung relaxed his posture on the bed and let out a heavy sigh, momentarily taking the pressure off you. "i'm sorry y/n, that was probably too far." he admitted. you nodded at his apology, though not entirely agreeing. he was incredibly handsome and definitely sought after, if the looks he got around campus were anything to go by. but you weren't willing to do something that he’d likely regret once you'd both sobered up- even if the deepest part of you wanted to.

"it's not that," you began, your voice uneasy. "i just don't want you to do something like that because you pity me.". taehyung's eyes widened. "because i pity you?" he repeated in disbelief. "y/n..." .

his hands reached for the arms of your chair and pulled you towards him towards the bed. his face was so close, you could see the glistening reflection of the lamp in his eyes. he brought his hand up to your jaw, softly cupping your face. "you have no idea what you do to me. just know…" he sighed. the temptation to kiss him started to seep into your thoughts, his lips were so full and his face looked so soft, so perfect. "if you do want to, i'm not going to take it easy on you." he whispered a heavy warning, seemingly reading your mind as you clenched your thighs together tightly, a warm sensation overwhelming your lower half.

"you never do," you squeaked, feeling powerless to his attempts to bring you closer to him, to get you to admit that you wanted him.

"just know if you say yes, you'll have to be mine."

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mapofthesea · 1 year

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defenseman!taehyung x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

summary: The home opener of hockey season is crazy for everyone, but when star defensemen Kim Taehyung takes a specific interest in you, who are you to turn him down?

warnings: sports things, taehyung being a flirt but also very sweet, reader trying to convince herself that she isn't allowed to like him, very minor hockey related violence, swearing, small amount of alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk!), feelings admissions. Specific smut warnings: dom!tae, sub!reader, public sex, bathroom sex (they're alone in there), mirror sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be better than them), begging, he comes on her back lol, some spit, praise, aftercare.

an: I am a whore for both hockey and bangtan, so here we are. As always this wasn’t proofread or edited so there might be typos! Also happy birthday Tae. love u so much king

The sound of fans funneling into the arena buzzes through the air, making you more than grateful for the direct feed of your coworkers’ voices in your ear.

“Team intros start in 15, do we have time for some pre-game content before that, Y/N?”

Your mind reels at the idea of subjecting yourself to the locker room so shortly before the game, but you’re nothing if not professional. The concrete halls echo with sound, the low bass of the pre-game playlist rumbling under the soles of your boots. The door to the locker room is open, allowing a direct view of the bustling bodies within it. You don’t bother to knock or warn them before you waltz in, team phone in hand, and get to work. A few players give you friendly nods while strapping pads on, but you’re largely ignored in favor of their own conversations.

There’s no time to set up a mic, or ask them to answer any questions, so you settle on taking some simple footage of them getting dressed, enjoying their pre-game hype. Despite your college degree in marketing and plenty of training from the previous social media manager, you would be lying if you said you felt confident in interacting with this impressive team.

As a fan, you know that the season opener night is always bound to be loud, stressful, and busy; but you didn’t expect to feel quite so nervous.

You open instagram, panning carefully around the fancy locker room to give the fans a look at everyone getting dressed, lacing up skates. Upon reviewing the footage you’re disappointed to see that it’s shaky, indicative of the nerves running through your veins.

“Shit.” You mutter, deleting the footage and heaving a sigh at how quickly the time is ticking down. You were probably down to less than 10 minutes before they’re due on the ice.

“Anything I can help you with?” A gentle, deep voice asks. Your heart stutters under your sweatshirt as you get the courage to turn.

Looking down at you with his pretty, intimidating eyes is Kim Taehyung, star defenseman. The skates give him another few inches on his already towering frame, and you can only imagine how scary he would be skating towards you on the ice.

You stare, mesmerized by how real he looks. A knowing smirk blooms on his face.

“...anything I can help you with?” He asks again, a teasing lilt to his voice as he crinkles his nose in an endearingly boyish way. You mentally slap yourself for falling for his charm so quickly. This is your job, for gods sake. You have no business fantasizing about how handsome the players are.

“Uh-um yeah, I need to do a quick interview with you, is that okay?” You hate the way your voice shakes, and you’re not even sure how he heard you over the ruckus of the locker room.

“Sure,” he squares his shoulders, brushing some hairs off of his forehead. “Where do you want me?”

The lilt of his voice suggests he knows the heat that just shot to your face was because of him, but you decide to pretend he wasn’t making you feel hot under the collar. “Can you just sit on that bench, there?” He follows your orders without hesitation as you stand in front of him, framing the shot as best as you can. Aware of the low amount of time on the clock, you ask the first question that comes to mind.

“How are you feeling about tonight?”

Taehyung smirks, and you can feel your heart rate speed up as he makes eye contact with you instead of the camera. “Feeling like I’ll be getting lucky tonight. Chances of scoring are looking very good.” He flashes a toothy smile and you convince yourself the tremble in your knees was just because of the cold in the arena.

“Okay…what’s your favorite pre-game ritual?” He bites his lip, looking the epitome of fuck boy, before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Uh…um..I guess, making sure to retape my stick before every game?” He sounds unsure but you don’t have time to press the issue, aware that the other players were lining up to have a final talk with their coach before heading out. You put the phone away and nod congenitally at him for his cooperation.

“Tae!” His teammates call for him, all dressed besides their helmets, to join them in the huddle. He hauls himself up, making no effort to avoiding bumping into you as he passes. His hand catches you around the waist and he leans down subtly. “I lied, by the way. My favorite pre game ritual isn’t retaping my stick... it’s a lot more fun than that.” His proximity makes you shiver, and the pointed way he looks at your lips all but sets you alight. “Well, you’re a smart girl. See you later, yeah?” He walks away briskly, leaving you breathless in his wake.

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Pre season games had established the team at the top of the division already, but watching them in action, standing on the side by the boards and photography team, you feel electrified. As the end of the third period closes in, the arena is ablaze with the happy hum of fans observing a 5-2 win.

You take a moment to check the team’s socials, seeing that the things you added to instagram did pretty god numbers, and that one of your media team members had cross uploaded the interview you did with Taehyung to TikTok. The amount of views and comments was stunning, and you couldn’t help but feel quite accomplished at such a quickly made video doing so well. The comments take a second to load, but the top one makes your cheeks flame.

hockeygirl10: hes totally into whoever is interviewing him lol

Your mind reels as you see the rest of the comments are similar, and for a second you consider asking someone to delete the comments or take the video down altogether, but the amount of shares and views on the video makes your stomach tingle excitedly. Instead you decide to praise your media team for cross posting, knowing that making a viral clip the first night of the season will only make the whole season’s media better.

The chat opens just as the pane of glass in front of you rattles viciously; making you jump as the photographer next to you snaps a series of pictures. You look up and immediately make eye contact with a smirking Taehyung, who had just ran an opposing player into the board right in front of you. Sweat drips down his cheeks and plasters his hair to his forehead but that somehow serves to make him look hotter, and if that wasn't enough, he smirks. You suddenly feel too hot in your sweatshirt despite the arena’s chilled temperature. The man Taehyung had boarded skates away, but he lingers for a few seconds.

“Put that away!” He yells, and is gone just as you process what he said to you. Embarrassment floods your system as you realize he must have seen you glued to your phone instead of watching the game. You watch him skate away, and within seconds he’d regained the puck and was advancing on the net. The puck goes in smoothly; sliding right past the goalie before he even notices it. A buzzer sounds and the red light flashes, signaling the goal to the rowdy crowd.

Taehyung is immediately surrounded by his teammates as they celebrate, and he takes his lap around the rink as the announcer details his goal to the audience. He stops in front of you again, pounding on the glass and giving you a charmingly boxy smile that makes your stomach flip. He’s gone in a flash, having to go back to the bench now that he’d done so much work. Your heart beats much faster than it should for the situation, but you can’t help but wonder if that goal had been for you.

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The energy on the ice translates directly to the locker room after the game ends. The boys are yelling, clapping each other on the back and laughing as they lounge in more comfortable clothing. While alcohol is technically forbidden in the locker room, the coach and staff have all turned a blind eye on the account of such an amazing game, so a small table is crowded with cases of alcohol. You decide to join the spirit of the night and grab a White Claw with your co workers, celebrating both the game and the success of the media accounts.

“Hey, Y/N, did you see how well that interview is doing on TikTok?” One of your new intern asks as you’re in between sips. The comments flash through your mind as you nod.

“Yeah, I saw. Cross posting it really helped I think.” You meekly suggest. “Fuck no, girl. It was the way he was looking at you. You have to be honest...” she leans in close, as if she were giving away an industry secret to you. “Are you fucking him?” Your heart leaps into your throat as you emphatically shake your head.

“No! No, I’m professional and technically I work for him so that would be so weird...he’s just like, he’s handsome and charming and everything but he...It just feels so not allowed...so I’m ignoring it!” Her eyes widen at your outburst, and the way you ramble through your sentences makes you feel like she’s judging your stability, so you try to drive your point home. “I honestly think that Taehyung is the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I wish I was fucking him, but I’m sure he doesn’t even like me like that so I’m gonna…pretend my feelings don’t exist.” You raise your can to her in a half hearted toast before downing the rest of it in one go.

It’s not nearly enough to even make you tipsy, but it felt so good that you immediately want another. Your intern’s face morphs into horror, and for a second you think that she’s just mortified to be working for you, but then you back up right into a hard body.

“Hey, Y/N.” Taehyung’s voice makes you recoil, but he gives you no time to recover before he spins on you and grabs your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. The simple touch alone ruins any arguments you may have had, and you allow him to weave you through a crowd and into the hallway.

“Let’s go for a walk?” His voice is surprisingly light given the brisk pace he walks at but you follow, eager to see where this would head. He takes large, sure steps until you reach the empty concourse. The food stalls and beer stands are empty; lights halfway powered down since all of the patrons had long left. Taehyung leans casually against a walkway railing, admiring the view of the city from the tall windows at the front of the building.

“Taehyung- I’m sorry if you heard any of that. It was super unprofessional of me, and-”

“Stop it, Y/N.” He cocks his head and examines you leaning on the bars next to him. “You know I’ve always thought you were the prettiest social media manager we’ve ever had? I remember the day we met you in the big conference room in the back.”

You remember the day too. It was only a few months ago but feels like ages at this point. Having passed the technical parts of the interview and successfully pitching your ideas for social media posts, the final part of the interview was simply for you to meet the players and make sure you all got along. After all, if they weren’t happy with how you presented them or their team, it would mean you being let go. Of course all of them were kind-they all knew what you were there for- but you remember that Taehyung was one of the only players who gave you a sincere handshake. As strictly business as it felt, getting a firm handshake as a woman in a sports organization dominated by men felt vindicating.

“I remember too, Taehyung. And it was really nice of you to be so welcoming to me. And that’s part of why I feel so bad that I...” you wave your hands between your bodies wildly, “feel. I’m glad to move on like this didn’t happen, and I can assign someone else to do your stuff.”

Taehyung just stares, his pretty chocolate eyes turned up in amusement. “Y/N, I just called you pretty, and you're still worried you crossed a line? I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And smart, and talented. The only line you crossed is the one into my heart.”

You can't help the laugh that bursts forward at his cheesy line, and to your delight he joins in, shaking his messy mop of curls in the process. “So...about you finding me handsome and charming...” his hands curl around your hips, bringing you into his personal space. He smells like pine and beer, and your pussy throbs at the way his thumbs stroke your back. You place your hands on his chest, delighting in the hard plane of muscle there.

“Hm, I do think those things. What are you gonna do about them?” All your past feelings of regret and doubt begin to evaporate as his face inches closer to yours, lips a millisecond from your own. You give him a subtle nod and his lips are on yours, wasting no time to shove his tongue into your mouth. Startled, you moan into him and wrap your hands around his neck. He maneuvers to press you against the hand railing easily without giving up the kiss, and a huff of a moan leaves his mouth as your bodies meld. The hot press of his body against your own leaves you panting, feeling so secured under his touch.

“Taehyung, please,” you plead, leaning your forehead against his chest to take a deep shuttering breath. “Wanna feel you.” You whimper, afraid to be heard even though everyone left in the arena is very far away. Taehyung hums, petting the hair at the back of your head.

“Can’t fuck you out here, baby. C’mon.”

You follow him blindly again, driven by nothing but the roiling lust you’re feeling for him. He leads you into the closest bathroom, and despite the fact you know you likely won’t get caught, anxiety spikes through you.

“Don’t look so scared, baby. Nobody's gonna find us, I promise.” His voice had somehow deepened since the last time he spoke, and it makes your insides melt. Taehyung recaptures your waist, guiding you back towards the ledge of the row of sinks. His fingers cup your chin, rubbing delicately underneath your bottom lip. Your heart stutters as you study the little moles on his face, the soft curls that flop over his eyebrows.

“You’re so handsome.” The words spring forward before you can stop them, and Taehyung tips his head back to laugh. Eyes sparkling, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so pretty. And cute,” he pinches your side playfully to make you squirm, pitching you forward into his body until you can feel how hard he is under his sweatpants. His eyes roll at the contact as you slide your hands under his shirt, thankful that he only had the one layer on. He makes short work of getting his shirt off and promptly buries his head in your neck. He nips at he flesh and you know its going to bruise, but that only makes you hotter between your legs.

“Gonna make you mine, baby. Fuck that little pussy so good that you’ll never forget me, huh?” You keen under him, moaning out an affirmation as you let your hand travel over the smooth skin of his stomach. He shudders against you as your hand curls around the width of his cock through his sweatpants, teasing the head of his cock with your fingertip. It twitches under your touch and your mouth waters.

“Lemme taste you, Taehyung.” You give him no time to protest as you sink to the tiled floor in front of him. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably as you move, but you ignore the feeling in favor of working his pants down his thick thighs. They come to you in all their tanned, muscled glory; and his impressive cock stands at attention. The head is flushed a pretty pink, the prominent vein along the bottom prompting you to stick your tongue out and taste him.

Taehyung groans, hands falling to the crown of your head. “You gonna suck me off, or should I fuck your little throat?” His eyes are dark as they peer down at you, almost mirroring the intense look he gets on the ice. You press your thighs together at his words, but waste no more time to take him into your mouth. The stretch pushes your limits but you breathe through it, blinding through your tears as you sink him into your throat. Taehyung lets a constant stream of moans and curses free, fighting against his instinct to buck his hips into your mouth.

Spit escapes from your mouth as you bob your head, soaking his cock and your chin in a thick sheen. You can feel your makeup running as tears brim your eyes, and the ache in your jaw is coming through more prominently; but the way that Taehyung’s cock twitches inside of your mouth is enough reason to keep going.

“Fuck, if your throat is this fucking tight and hot, can’t imagine your pussy.” He’s practically purring as you grip at his thighs and swallow, determined to make him spill down your throat. His thighs shutter and he reels as if electrocuted, pulling out of your mouth. A long string of saliva connects your lips to the tip of his cock and you gasp. Taehyung bends to your height and loops his hands under your armpits. Before you know it, he has you bent over the sinks, staring at your wrecked reflection in the mirror. Your mascara is smeared, skin red from exertion.

“Gotta get this stuff off of you, okay?” He helps you out of your top layers clumsily, throwing the garments aside in favor of groping your tits. Taehyung practically growls as he reaches around to unbutton your jeans and work them down your hips. You bow your head in embarrassment of your own reflection when he exposes your soaked through panties. He runs his fingers over your pussy, tutting as he feels the way you shiver.

“So pretty in these ruined panties, baby.” He plans a kiss on your ass cheek before looping his fingers under the fabric and pulling it down to the ground with your jeans. He moans, immediately cupping your pussy with his calloused hand. Your head shoots up at the feeling, giving you a great view of the way he bites his lip in concentration as he teases a finger around your entrance. He meets your gaze through the mirror and smirks just the same way he had on the ice earlier. Your pussy flutters at the thought and he feels it, laughing evilly at the feeling.

“Want your fingers.” You keen as he teases a single one at your entrance. “T-two of them, please” The request punches out of you but he easily obliges, slipping both fingers in for a slow but satisfying stretch. Your whole core clenches as you feel his digits fill you, but the stretch blossoms into pleasure as soon as he begins to move them, opening up your pussy for him. Your hands scrabble across the countertop in search of support and Taehyung huffs a laugh before offering you his free hand to clutch. You know he’s likely going to have bold red scratches all down his hand and arm tomorrow, but that’s truly an issue for later. Your center throbs, a warning of an oncoming orgasm, and you eyes instinctively clench shut.

Taehyung’s hand stills inside of you and you wail, scrabbling to turn around and figure out why he had stopped. The weight of his fingers inside you is enough to keep you on edge, but you’re desperate for him to finish the job.

“Why did you stop?” You whine, circling your hips back into his unmoving hand. A feeling of desperation begins to crawl up your throat as you hiccup a breath. “Please, I’ve been good.”

Taehyung tuts at your words and untangles his hand from your own before threading it through your mussed hair. “Look up,” he moves your head for you, “And keep those pretty eyes open so you can see just how sexy you look right now.” His fingers come to life inside you again the second that you lock your eyes on him through the mirror, and you struggle to keep them open. Your stomach churns with your incoming release, and you wiggle against his hold until the dam bursts. Your orgasm is sharp, causing a loud moan that doesn’t even sound like yourself to spring from your lips. Taehyung growls at the feeling, making sure his movements don’t slow as your body gets wracked with pleasure. When you’re finally back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is the weight of Taehyung’s cock twitching against your ass.

Despite just coming, you’re voracious for him and rock your hips back just to hear him moan. You mourn the sudden loss of his fingers, but lose all of the air in your lungs as soon as you catch his gaze in the mirror. His tanned chest heaves with exertion, sweaty just as you had seen him during the game, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, moaning to himself as he tastes you on his tongue.

Then, he bends and promptly spits on you, watching the glob travel between your ass cheeks until it finally reaches your pussy. “What a pretty little thing,” he praises as he spreads the spit around your sensitive lips. Your words have abandoned you, so you simply hum as you keep your eyes on the mirror, enjoying the view of his body in all its glory.

He catches you staring and indulges you, stepping to the side so you can get a clear view as he strokes his cock in earnest. Your chest heaves with anticipation, nipples peaked and sensitive against the cold countertop.

“Think I should put it in, sweetheart? Need my big cock inside you?” He sounds like he couldn’t care less what you choose, but the bright red color of his tip says otherwise. Nevertheless, you decide to indulge his question.

“Yes, Taehyung! Please put it in me, I’ve been waiting all night for you…” you watch his gaze darken in real time, and you guess he must have been able to sense the truth in your words. You really had been thinking of this all night.

“Fuck, Y/N. Me too, I never thought I’d get you like this.” He cages you in from behind again, this time wasting no time to tease his cock against your entrance. His hips stutter forward and his face morphs into something close to pain- your heart shoots out of your chest at the pained groan he lets out.

“I don’ have a condom, I’m so sorry.” He sounds so defeated that your heart cracks a little and you stand up, turning to face him. He looks every ounce of innocent he could with his bottom lip pouted out as you cup his face in your hands. You can’t resist placing a little kiss on his nose.

“I’m on the pill.” You whisper the magic words just loud enough that he can hear, and his face brightens like a kid on Christmas.

“Seriously? You’re the best, fuck,” he smashes his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, uncaring that your teeth are clacking together. “I promise I’ll still pull out, just in case, baby.” You nod dumbly, just happy to be under the influence of his affection.

“Alright, let me see that pussy,” he slaps at your ass playfully and you can help but shake your head at the way his attitude shifts so rapidly. His newfound confidence shows as he places a hand against your lower back before pushing inside of you. You keen as he stretches your walls, the pulsing feeling of your muscles moving around him becoming addicting already.

He shares the sentiment with a deep moan, head lulling backwards as he gives you an experimental thrust that sends your upper body rocking against the countertop. The more confident he becomes, the more his hands roam your body. One hand settles comfortably on your clit; tracing delicate circles on the edge of it while he works into your pussy. His other hand rests on your shoulder, the grip firm enough to keep you in place as you writhe in pleasure.

“T-taehyung,” you gasp his name more times than you can keep track of, biting into your lip so hard you taste blood. Every time you make eye contact through the mirror he goes harder, as if he had something to prove.

“Look at you, baby. All fucking mine, huh? You like being my girl?” The thought makes your head spin so you nod and are instantly rewarded with harder circles on your clit. Your back arches at the pleasure and Taehyung grunts, adding a second finger to strum over you.

“Gonna cum,” you warn, voice thin and raspy as your vision blurs. Clearly encouraged, he angles his hips just right and mutters a filthy string of praise, sending you over the edge. You come in a prolonged wave that you feel all the way from your toes to your scalp, a shockwave of pleasure that numbs you to the world in the best was possible. Taehyung’s deep groans cut through it all, and you’re actually kind of impressed with his self control as he pulls out of you and you feel his hot cum all over your back seconds later.

You’re already feeling grounded by the time his breathing settles, but the fear of dripping cum onto the floor keeps you bent over the sinks. Luckily he catches on fast and wipes you up with a paper towel.

“Romantic,” you giggle as he throws the paper towel away and immediately goes to wash his hands. He grins that smile that makes his nose wrinkle and captures you in a hug. It feels weird to already be this intimate with him, but the way he radiates comfort makes you sag under his touch.

“Sleepy now,” you mumble, letting his gentle hands caress your back. He nods and pets your sweaty hair back down.

“Let’s get you dressed and off to home, okay?” You press another kiss to his nose before you part.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.1

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

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

Word Count - 3.5k

You have a pre-birthday dinner with Yuri to take your mind off the hardships of life

Warnings: swearing, light drinking, mentions of kidnapping and family drama, significant plot point

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“You know I hate surprise parties, and my birthday isn’t until tomorrow so I don’t even know why we’re here.” You roll your eyes, suspicious of how Yuri has been stalling your ‘birthday meal’ for a very long time. “So if there’s a surprise party happening and you’re just trying to stall me… Tell me now.” Your brow quirks when you point your fork at her, curious.

“Nope. No surprise party! I just reallllly wanted to try these desserts I’ve heard so much about them from my friend.” She beams, tucking into a soufflé that the head chef advised would take ‘a while’ to cook, but she didn’t mind. And she’s eating it slowly. Super slowly, lazily enjoying every single mouthful for at least two minutes at a time.

Something’s up.

Things in your life have been hectic lately to say the least. The police and media outlets have been swarming you and your family for updates about your nephew Charlie and his whereabouts. You’ve barely slept, barely eaten and the walls of your brain have been so chaotic with destructive, intrusive thoughts towards the situation that you completely forgot tomorrow's your birthday until you arrived at work and Yuri insisted on taking you for a celebratory dinner this evening.

You’re sitting in an upscale Michelin star restaurant by the window, wearing an elegant little black dress and heels of the same colour, being sure to cover your face whenever the paparazzi catch sight of you. The food is gorgeous, the dimly lit decor exquisite, the atmosphere sophisticated and classy. It’s lovely and you’re having a nice evening for sure. Yuri looks outstanding as always in a burnt orange blazer pant suit as bright as her smile, it’s nice.

Everything has been so crazy with Charlie’s disappearance and the media and eating it up. As though you and your loved ones aren’t devastated by the news. Truthfully this the first outing you’ve had in a while, simply because of everything going on. Today was your second day back at the office, Jungkook was the one who convinced you that perhaps some normality and routine would do you and your mental health some good. And in a way he was right, in another way – not so much.

“Oh yeah? Who told you about the desserts being so good?” You grill her, pushing your negative thoughts deep enough to deal with another time. It’s painfully obvious your assistant is hiding something and she’s definitely taking her time for a good reason. You fear the worst, you’ve always hated surprise parties to your very core, and the fact your best friend Jimin wasn’t invited tonight only makes you all the more suspicious, giving that they both get along so well.

“Hoseok told me.” She grins, flashing you an animated wink, paired with a tongue click.

At this you inhale, brows high, eyes growing wide when you nod, “Ah yes, Romeo himself, guess I should’ve seen that coming.” You chuckle.

As fate would have it your assistant and Jungkook’s assistant really hit it off when they officially met a few weeks ago, and with yours and Kook’s lives being the centre of the news again, they’ve been spending a lot of time together dealing with the fallout. You don’t know if they’re dating dating, but you do know Yuri is very much interested in more than hooking up with him. His sharp jawline and model-like features are pretty much all she talks about these days.

“Seriously Y/N? You’re not going to finish your dessert?” Yuri gestures to the almost whole fruit tart sitting in the centre of your navy plate with her chin. “You barely touched your main either.”

“I’m not really hungry…” You sigh, “Sorry I just-, this is really nice. It’s just that I haven’t been out in a while... Not since, well you know.”

When Yuri catches sight of your deflated expression she reaches a hand atop the table, taking yours. “Hey, they’re going to find him. I promise. Ruth may be crazy but she’s still his mom, she wouldn’t hurt him. And the police are doing—”

“Doing everything they can to help, I know.” You feign a smile, it’s the same conversation you’ve had with everybody else lately. Including your fiancé who’s being saying those exact words over and over again like his own personal mantra.

Things with Jungkook haven’t been…great in recent weeks. Of course he’s still the most supportive, loving and kindest man you’ve ever known and he’s done his absolute best to make sure you’re okay. But your sex life is still non-existent. Some people could assume you wouldn’t want to be fucked senseless at a time like this, and they’re probably right, but a part of you craves his touch more than ever. Maybe to distract you from the hardships of life, or maybe to simply prove that you’re overthinking things and your relationship is fine.

Because in all honestly, it doesn’t feel fine.

Yuri offers an apologetic smile, knowing when to change the subject, “So… Have you seen much of Taehyung recently? You haven’t mentioned him in a while.”

“No not really.” You shrug nonchalantly, “He hasn’t been over lately and I guess I’ve been too busy to reach out to him. I’m sure he’s fine though, he always is.”

Another bullet point on the list of things that are worrying you: Taehyung. You can’t shake the feeling that he and Jungkook have fallen out, despite Kook insisting they haven’t whenever you ask. He hasn’t been over to your apartment, he hasn’t called, texted, nothing. And with him being your attorney and having eyes and ears in the celebrity gossip world you figure he’s well aware of the situation at hand. But still he’s chosen to stay away. For what reason you’re unsure, maybe he’s just busy, or perhaps you’re the one to blame since you haven’t contacted him yourself in a while.

“Hmm…” She hums in agreement, picking up her phone that’s vibrating on the table, face down. One look at her screen and her face changes, “Okay, we should go now if you’re done with your dessert.” Her grin is wide, and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“Could you be any more obvious? Who was that texting you—”

“Nobody!” She yells, half-drunk half-offended, “Y/N I’m serious there’s no surprise party so get that out your head right now. It was Hoseok, he wants to see me tonight. Are we okay to take separate cabs? Only cause he lives the other side of the city.”

You smile kindly at her, “Fine. But if I get ambushed when I get to my apartment by balloons, screams and hugs...you’re fired.”

“The only person waiting for you in your apartment is Jungkook,” Yuri snorts, pointing her finger at you, “He might make you scream though, since you’re a couple of sex obsessed freaks.”

You’re laughing but her words find a way to chip at your heart since at the moment that’s very much not the case, “Well I hope you have the best booty call of your life with Hobi tonight, Kook says he’s a great guy.”

“You know he dances in his spare time right? Gosh, those hips can move—”

You shove your fingers in your ears, squeezing your eyes shut, “Ahh! Okay I get it, la la la! I don’t want to know about Kook’s assistant’s hips thank you! Can we get the bill now?!”

Yuri is laughing loudly, chugging the rest of her red wine in one, “Funny thing is I’m not even sorry. Best dick I've ever had.”

As expected the paparazzi swarm you when you’re making way to your cab, asking outrageous questions about your sister and nephew. You’re so done with this shit, you never asked for this life and you hate the fact your privacy is invaded almost every time you step foot outside. You give the driver your address and sink into the back seat with a frustrated groan.

Yuri messages you as soon as she’s made it to Hoseok’s place, but you’re too busy reading a news article about Ruth and Charlie that you miss the notification. The taxi driver has to verbally tell you when you’ve arrived because your nose is buried deep into your cell phone, as it usually is these days. You know better than to get caught up in the media storm, but you can’t seem to help yourself. No matter how emotionally draining it is.

When you get into the complex your brows are pinched with curiosity, gaze landing on Taehyung sitting on a red velvet chair by the elevator. He's holding what appears to be some kind of outfit zipped up in an all-black hanging bag. And he looks…rough.

It’s maybe been two weeks? Since you last saw him, but you notice he’s unshaved for the first time, his brunette hair is longer and kisses his feline-eyes and he’s bouncing his leg anxiously when you approach him, heels clicking on the white marble floor.

“Tae? Are you okay?” You sink your head lower, trying to meet his eyes when they suddenly snap up to you, startled.

“Y/N… Hey.” He smiles, it’s soft and closed but it’s still a smile nonetheless. He’s wearing an emerald green suit with a cream shirt and dainty gold chain breaking up the solid forest colour, the first three buttons of his shirt undone exposing his tanned chest. “You look amazing, have you been out?”

You’re still frowning when your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth, “Uh, yeah. Dinner with Yuri.” You nod, looking him dead in the eye momentarily. “Are you okay…? What’s with the… Whatever that is.” You point to the large dry-cleaning bag with a manicured finger.

At this Taehyung stands, his frame towering over you despite your heels. He sighs, stare never faltering from yours when he wets his lips. “It’s your birthday present from me. Sorry if it’s too much but—”

“You didn’t have to get me anything Tae, besides it’s not til tomorrow.” You chuckle, flicking your hair over your shoulder when you cut him off. “Why don’t you come up? Can’t help but notice you haven’t showed your face in a while. I’m sure Jungkook would be happy to see you.” Your hand finds his shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly.

“Ah, I don’t know about that…” He averts his gaze to your hand on him, nervously chewing his lip. “To be honest with you I only came to give you this. I should really get going now.”

“You sat here for god knows how long,” You cock your head to one side, brows raised, “Just to give me this? How did you even know I was out in the first place? I could’ve been upstairs and then you would’ve been sat here all night on your own. Come on, I’m not taking no for an answer we’re going upstairs.”

“Well I only just got here and, Y/N wait—” He protests when you grab him by the elbow, dragging him to the elevator doors where you push the button with your free hand.

“You’re coming up and we're going to have a drink, end of conversation.” You grin, “So can I open it upstairs?” Your brows wiggle animatedly, and he freezes on the spot.

“No! I mean... no, it’s not your birthday til tomorrow you said.” His laugh is barely inaudible, breathy and albeit a little awkward.

You tut, playfully rolling your eyes when the elevator dings, “Fine… You’ve got me there.”

There’s a beat of comfortable silence before he clears his throat, pushing the P button for you once you’re inside the golden elevator that leads straight to your apartment. “So how have you been? Aside from the obvious.” When the doors close he turns to face you, his usually sharp profile soft and kind as he listens attentively to everything you have to say.

“Well… Not great.” You admit with a sigh, “Everybody keeps telling me it’ll all be fine in the end and that the police will find them but…” Your smile fades, discomfort blanketing your features, “They don’t know my sister like I do. She’s cunning, and dangerous and honestly? I’m terrified she’s going to do something… Well yknow. I just feel so useless, like there’s nothing I can do.”

“It’s okay to feel how you feel, you know that right?” Taehyung’s voice is gentle and deep, face riddled with sympathy when he locks eyes with you, “You’re doing everything you can to stay sane and I’d say that’s more than enough. If something like that happened to one of my siblings… I wouldn’t be anywhere near as strong as you’re being right now.”

You exhale, nodding slowly with the tiniest of smiles threatening to tug your lips, “Thanks Taehyung…that’s really sweet of you.”

Taehyung shakes his head, thick brows furrowed when he edges closer to you, “I mean it Y/N. You need to give yourself more credit, after everything you’ve been through you still find a way to take it all in your stride. And that’s fucking amazing.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks at his words, gaze falling to your feet when holding eye contact with him proves too intense for you. He really is one of your closest friends. He’s so unbelievably kind and always has been. It suddenly dawns on you that you don’t know what’s happened between him and your fiancé, so you take this private moment with him as the perfect opportunity to ask.

“Tae?” You hum, peering back up at him. He’s clinging onto your birthday present as though his life depended on it, slender fingers gripping the material hard enough for his hands to ache you’re sure.

He blinks at you, plump lips ajar, “Yeah?”

“What…. Why haven’t you been coming round as much? I kind of get the feeling you and Jungkook have fallen out or something.” You’re breathing through your nose, mindlessly toying with the hem of your dress just above your knee.

“Mmm.” He nods, chewing his lips when he looks to the elevator doors instead of you, “We haven’t fallen out don’t worry about that, we just-, he just needed some space from me I guess.”

“…Space? What do you mean?”

“It’s…complicated.” He can’t physically look at you, busying his eyesight with anything but you. “I love him so much. I miss him so fucking much, he’s like a brother to me. You know that right?

“Of course!” You’re hanging onto his every word, trained to his face even though he’s not giving you the same amount of attention. “What happened between you two? There’s nothing in this world that’s worth losing your friendship Tae, I know he misses you.”

“Yeah?” Hope brightens his expression when he turns to you, “He said that?”

You swallow, “Well… Not in so many words but—”

His face drops into something sullen, “Thought so.”

“Taehyung what the hell happened?” Your voice is slightly raised when you talk with your hands, emphasising your words, “What could possibly come between you both that’s so bad? Kook’s been so moody since you stopped speaking and he won’t come anywhere near me and I just can’t help but feel like I’m missing something! Please Tae…” Both hands find his shoulders where you hold him in place, he gulps, “Just tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”

His eyes close, long eyelashes dusting the high points of his cheekbones, “You’re the one person who can’t help me Y/N. I’m-, I’m sorry. I’m just gonna go.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You quietly scoff, gently letting him go with a deep frown. “Why can’t I help? I love you both and I want to be there for—”

“No Y/N you love Jungkook.” His gaze is fierce, as though something’s just snapped inside of him when he glares down at you with a jaw set tight enough to snap, “You love Jungkook and you want to be there for Jungkook. It’s always going to be about Jungkook with you, you’re marrying Jungkook, you’re in love with Jungkook and you’re gonna live happily ever after with guess who? Jungkook. You’re fucking perfect for each other and you don’t need my bullshit coming between that.”

“Last time I checked you was my friend,” You bite, mirroring the intensity of his sudden outburst, “And I do love you Taehyung, whether you like it or not I want to be there for you and help you through whatever this. Both of you, because I care about you both. Just tell me what happened… Please.”

“I-,” He huffs, kicking his head back in frustration, “Y/N seriously… I can’t!” His voice is louder than before, brows raised when his chest heaves with hurried breaths. He looks as though he's losing his patience.

You soften, offering him an apologetic smile. You don’t want to upset him but he needs to know you’ll be here for him no matter what, “You can Taehyung… Whatever it is, I can help you through it. God knows how many times you’ve helped me when I’ve been going through—”

“Y/N stop.” He warns, shaking his head.

“Taehyung...” You sigh, playfully nudging his arm with your fist, “It’s me! You can tell me anything, I want to help you—”

He drops your present to the ground, gripping either side of your arms when he starts screaming like a mad man, shaking you slightly and startling you completely.

“Fine! You really wanna help?! I’m in love with you! Okay?! Are you happy now?! I love you. I love you so fucking much and it’s killing me inside every single fucking day of my sad, pathetic excuse of existence!” He scoffs, eyes wide and frantically searching for a reaction in yours when he wets his lips once again, “You want to know what happened between me and Kook? I fell in love with his fiancé and put him in an awkward position. I. Me. I did it. I’m the only one to blame for any of this and it’s fucking tearing me apart that I’ve hurt him and on top of that I can’t have you! I'll never have you! The one person I can actually see myself sharing a future with and you're my best friend's fiancé! All I want is for you to be happy Y/N! Even if it's never going to be with me.”

Unbeknownst to you and Taehyung the elevator doors are already open. Your friends, family, loved ones… Yuri, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, your parents, your fiancé all standing in your dimly lit apartment dressed to the nines in complete, stunned silence. Until Jungkook clears his throat, winning you to push his best friend away from your frame and look in his direction. His deep voice is merely a whisper when it rolls off his tongue, the single word laced with venom that matches the darkness swimming behind his hooded eyes.

“...Surprise.”

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in my memories | kth

Taehyung misses you in more than ways possible. Your glimpses are what he sees everywhere. Even when he has someone else to love, even when he knows he can't ever get you back.

pairing : taehyung x reader (side - taehyung x oc)

rating/genre : pg-15 // heavy angst, ex-lovers au

word count : 4.9k

warnings : taehyung going into his imaginations more than once, graphic depiction of blood and accidents, mentions of death, kissing, crying (a lot), it's sad, very sad. be ready with a box of tissues.

author's note : i got this idea while i was listening to joji's new song and its so sad, i loved it a lot!! any kind of feedback is truly appreciated!! if you read the fic, i hope you take the time to leave a few words or let me know :)

mood : glimpse of us - joji

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You are standing on the balcony peacefully, reveling in the warm breeze and pleasant scent of the flowers and plants decorating it.

Taehyung is standing at the entrance, entranced by you. Your soft undone hair blowing and bare face glowing in the sunlight you are basking in. He tries to reach out to you, his hands twitching by his side when you turn around and spot him.

You smile, the brightest he has seen. He reciprocates it heartily and walks over to you, taking your outstretched hand in his and intertwining your fingers with his delicately. He backs you till you hit the railing lightly and laughs with you. His hand squeezes yours when he leans down to kiss your forehead.

He feels a garden bloom in his chest, similar to the one you were standing in, covered with hues of lilacs and pinks and greens, his favourite. Your eyes close and you lean into him, watering the flowers in his heart. He too closes his eyes and revels in your warmth, peace and love.

Your hands sneak around his torso as you hug him and he cradles your head to his chest, all while his eyes being closed. He can't help but get lost in your touch, your scent, everything you.

So when he opens his eyes and breaks the hug, he expects to see you smiling at him. But the sight that greets him was heartbreaking in a million ways.

She was staring back at him with love, you were nowhere to be found.

His heart sank down till his feet as reality came crashing down on him in strong, powerful waves, washing away his imagination. He was seeing you everywhere, even in the eyes of his supposed lover, his girlfriend.

It had been no less than six months since he had last seen you, felt your touch, your smile, basked in your warmth, inhaled your scent and held you close to his heart. He still has you close to his heart, but not in the way he yearns for you.

"Tae." she speaks up.

"Hmm?" he just hums absentmindedly as his eyes break contact with hers and look off into the distance.

"You seem a little lost, are you okay?"

He tenses up slightly but soon brushes off her concerns.

"Just a little bit tired. I'll nap for a while, I guess."

"Yeah. Take a rest, babe."

She kisses him on the cheek and he breaks away from her hold, slowly slithering back to his bed. His heart keeps on breaking every time he sees her. It's not because she is not a good person, no, far from that. She is lovely, in fact. Understanding, beautiful, kind and everything you could look for in someone.

She also knew about you, and never pestered Taehyung with questions about you. She was left in the dark about one thing though, that Taehyung still loves you.

After your departure, she, Jiah, was quick to enter Taehyung's life. In a way, she had always been there, on the sidelines. Thus, she knew about you. But she never felt jealous or even heartbroken when he mentioned you in passing. Or, maybe she did, but was good at hiding it.

They both had been dating for roughly two months. Taehyung had showered her with all the warmth he could, despite you being there in his heart. She didn't deserve the hurt, the pain that he was going through. But whenever he looked at her, the only thing he could think of was you.

He dragged his feet to his bed and plopped down heavily. He closed his eyes as he snuggled into his bed and dreamt of the only thing he was afraid to.

The sky had darkened into a wistful shade of gray when Jiah and Taehyung stepped out of the restaurant, after their lunch date.

You.

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She was holding his hand quite tightly and was rambling on about a project she had recently worked on, and how her mind was now relieved that her boss is not pestering her about it. Taehyung laughed lightly at her whines and threw in his two cents about how she did well.

"No but seriously, this is the best day. I am so relaxed right now." she squeaks.

"Yeah, me too." he smiles at her and she squeezes his hand thrice.

They had never told each other that they loved the other. Well, Taehyung never loved her to begin with, but neither had Jiah confessed. And that put Taehyung's mind at ease. That even though he was eventually breaking her heart by not giving her his all, at least she doesn't love him yet.

The first drops of rain fall slowly, allowing the people on the street to seek shelter. Taehyung notices a lone drop on his cheek and quickly tugs at his hand intertwined with Jiah's, to pull her under the roof of a nearby store. But, she doesn't move from her place. Instead, moves in the opposite direction as her eyes sparkle with excitement.

Unknowingly, her hand slips out of Taehyung's and he quickly moves under the shelter, scrutinizing her every move like a confused hawk.

She spreads out her hands and looks up at the sky with a smile on her face, rotating in lazy circles on her spot, admiring the rain. She had always loved the drops of water seeping on her skin, tears of the sky that made her happy. She lets out a squeal of excitement as they start falling at a faster pace, hitting her skin so hard, they could form bruises. But for the love of her life, she doesn't care.

You twirl around and your cheeks flush with joy. Your legs move on their own accord as you set your body into a slow dance, swaying happily, lost in the moment you share with the sky. Taehyung couldn't stop himself from seeing your happiness and soon found himself advancing towards you, yet again. Your eyelids flutter close as he slides his arms across your waist, pulling you flush to his chest and swaying with you, to the non existent, silent music of love.

His senses go into an overdrive when he takes in your form. Mirth spilling out of you, and hair wet from the rain. Your cheeks were red and puffy and lips just perfect for him to brush his finger over them. A tingle runs through his body at this action of his and he leans in to brush his lips with yours, if ever so slightly.

"Tae, what are you doing?"

"Kissing you." he closes his eyes and tries to lean in but you tilt your head away.

"Open your eyes."

He opens his eyes and loses all the breath in his lungs. Jiah was staring at him wide eyed with concern reflecting in them.

"It's me." she says slowly, "You have never kissed me." and looks away awkwardly.

He couldn't stop the guilt from showing on his face as he stepped back and away from her.

"I am sorry." and starts retracting his hand from hers as she holds it back, tightly.

"It's okay. I know it's still hard for you, but Tae, I am here for you anytime you need me." she says softly, like the new born petals, reflecting their tenderness and warmth.

Taehyung drops her back at her place and goes on a drive around the city, alone. It's nighttime and the city was buzzing with life, joy, misery and passion. It was still raining and some alleys were darker than the abyss due to the pause in daily life in them.

"I know. And I'm sorry."

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He parks his car out of one particularly dark one and steps outside, letting himself get showered with the heavy rain. The drops were faster than ever, hitting his skin and soaking his clothes wet. The bruises forming on the exposed skin of his forearms went unnoticed by him as he strolled into the alley, mindlessly, in his own mind.

You loved the rain. You cherished every moment you could when the sky cried and made everyone reveling in its tears happy, content and sometimes, if ever so slightly, irritated. But you always felt the former feeling. You danced in the mist rising through it, let your hair get wet with nature's gift and looked up at the clouds, always expecting more.

He looked around himself and laughed a mirthless laugh. His mind was not working and he knew it. All he could see was you. He fucked up today and Jiah noticed it, but comforted him in her own way. His senses were at an all time high, especially when he looked up at the clouds and tried to locate a single star, even amongst all the rain and eventually, of course, failed.

He took it upon himself that he couldn't locate a star for you, especially when the sky played your favourite game. His mind was not in the state to let him know that what he was thinking was baseless, his heart always overpowering it.

Tears welled up in his brown eyes and he held onto the railing of a closed shop by his side. He closed his eyes and saw your smile, he focused on the pattering noise of the raindrops and heard your voice, he noticed the patterns forming on the glass of the shop by the raindrops and saw your tears, the breaking point for him.

"Taehyung, I will come back."

The last words which you said to him echo inside his mind as he falls onto his knees and shouts into oblivion.

The scream he lets out was nerve wracking as time stops for a second for him when he sees you standing in front of him and then disappearing as quickly as you appeared. He cries and cries.

His heart shatters into pieces and he rests his palms on the stony pathway, letting them cut through his skin, resembling the form of his broken heart. His mind cries with his eyes and he gets out of breath when he lets his tears mingle with the raindrops. He leans back on his calves and shouts again, this time almost shouting your name with it.

"Oh my god, I got selected." you say and plop down on the couch beside him, still not believing your fate.

"You were going to be selected no matter what, my love." He had never, even once doubted you or your talent. Taehyung always knew that the architects would have been fools to not select you for the annual conference, to present your company in front of the whole world.

He wore a proud smile as he looked upon you, when you turned to him with uncertainty,

"But that means, I'll have to go to Busan."

The blood in his hands now seeped out of his hands and into the crevices of the road, marking his misery forever into them. He wished for rain forever, so that no one would question the reason behind his sadness, no one would notice if he was crying or not.

It was a method his friend had suggested during one of his panic attacks, to take deep breaths and count them, focussing on them and nothing else. Normally you helped him with his attacks, but this time you were the reason for it.

He closed his eyes and tried to stabilize his breaths, counting each and every inhale and exhale slowly, deeply, stopping his mind from going into a frenzy again. Gradually, it worked and he saw the fog over his mind clear out. Your words still echoed in them, but they were faint and distant and he knew they would grow louder when the time came.

"Taehyung, wake up for god's sake." Jimin angrily tugs at his sheets to make the man leave his slumber but he doesn't even budge.

He slowly stands up, panting heavily and wiping at his tears with the back of his hand, failing miserably as his face was already wet, and it had absorbed the moisture from the sky and his eyes. He makes his way back to his car and for once, when he closes his eyes, he doesn't see you, but only darkness.

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It had been a week since his teary encounter with the rain and ever since then, he had tried to lessen the glimpses of you, and focus more on the life he has in front of him. Last night was devastating as he had mindlessly found his way to the local bar, drinking to his heart's content, or if one may say, emptiness. Jimin was the first person he called and without explaining a word for his sudden drunken state, he asked him to escort him to his place.

Jimin, being the friend he was, took Taehyung back to his own place and was now facing the headache of waking up. He knew the dilemma his friend was facing and had been helpless in more than one situation.

Taehyung had always been the funny, crazy, happy friend of his but after your departure, he went into a self-wallowing state which was depressing for everyone and anyone to watch. Especially for him, his best friend.

Jimin was relieved when he got to know that Taehyung had started dating Jiah, even if for namesake, at least he had someone now who could eventually be more than a friend to him. But when he was no better with her, still isolating himself and not allowing anyone near him, he knew he needed help. It had been more than six months now and his heart ached whenever he saw his friend.

He knew Taehyung was trying his best, but his senses had never left your side, even when it was not possible for him to follow you to your destination.

Slowly Taehyung shifted and opened an eye, peeking at Jimin angrily pulling his sheets.

"The fuck is your problem?" he groggily states, in his deep baritone.

"You."

He groans and sits up straight in his bed, whining like a child when suddenly a sharp pain runs through his head and he clutches his forehead desperately. He looks around and locates water and medicines on the nightstand and sends a glare at Jimin, as if to thank him, but his friend understands his gesture and smiles at him.

Taehyung downs them in one go and asks Jimin,

"Did I say anything last night?"

"Just her name, like twenty times."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuuuck." he laughs lightly and proceeds to get a spare towel from his wardrobe.

"Take a bath, freshen yourselves up. I'll be in the kitchen."

He opens the door and steps out of the room just as Taehyung speaks up, "Jimin, thank you." he continues with a shaky tone, "and sorry."

The guy in question just smiles and disappears.

Taehyung stands in front of the mirror at the sink and softly bangs his head against the mirror, not enough to hurt him but just make a small sound. He fucked up, yet again. He had tried so hard for the last week to keep you out of his imaginations but he slipped up last night and now has to see himself in this state, making his best friend suffer in the middle of the night. He has to do something about this. He can't go on like this forever. Jiah has been nothing but kind to him, and everyone else too. But for once he knows that he can’t keep on doing this to her, he doesn't love her, he is not in the state of mind to give her his warmth and care, when he himself keeps on craving for it from a certain someone all the time.

He detaches himself from the mirror as his head spins from the hangover and he stumbles and falls against it, bringing up his hands to stabilize himself by holding on to the side of the counter. His hand slips a bit but he regains his footing back and stares at his finger which had cut itself on the counter.

It was a minor cut, one that looked like a drop in his vast ocean of misery. But the drop was so powerful, cursed and wild that it brought a tsunami in his already conflicted state. Drops of blood had collected at the wound and Taehyung’s mind whirred from seeing them. He sucked on it but all he could taste was iron and panic. He closed his eyes as he ran his finger across the running water and could only see one color, and a vivid memory related to it.

—flashback—

Red.

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"But that means, I'll have to go to Busan."

He looks up at you, confused.

“Isn't the conference here, in Seoul?”

“It is. I’ll have to meet up with some of my seniors though. So I’ll be gone just for a day.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No. If you come with me then who will attend the new gallery’s opening? Namjoon has been persistent about it, Tae.”

His face drops a little as he thinks of you going away, even if for a day. But he soon finds his happiness as he reminds himself that it's just a day. You both book your tickets and Taehyung decides to drop you off at the airport, the one thing he could do.

It's quiet in the car and Taehyung keeps on sparing you a glance every once in a while as you stare out of the window, wistfully. He knows he will miss you and he doesn’t care if he is being childish by regretting your departure. You give him a smile and reach over the console to hold his free hand.

“What are you thinking?”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You laugh your melodious laugh and hold his hand tighter. His heart churns but he knows how to make you laugh more.

“Oh and don't miss me too much, babe. I don’t want you to get distracted from your work by thinking of me.” he quickly looks at you and gives you a wink, knowing all too well that he needs to tell these words to himself.

“Tae, you know I love you right?”

“Yes. I love you too.”

He turns to look at you and figure out why you were being so sentimental, even more than him. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and eyelids seem heavy, as if you will go into a beautiful slumber anytime soon. A beautiful smile plays on your lips and your cheeks are flushed as you hold his hand so tightly, it felt like an iron grip while saying your next words.

“Taehyung, I will come back.”

And his lovestruck heart believes those words which were no less than an unknown lie because as soon as you say those words, all hell breaks loose.

His attention had been diverted by your confusing words and the car crashed into a truck which had ran the red light. Even though both of you were wearing seatbelts, the impact was so huge your head slammed onto the dashboard and his onto the steering wheel. The airbags failed and shards of glass and metal flew all across the site, piercing both of you heavily. He couldn’t open his eyes. As you shrieked for your life, he shouted out your name and when he opened his eyes, all he could see was red.

He had got over the phase of blaming himself for your accident but with you now dead and gone, he knew nothing else but to wallow.

Blood was trickling down both of you as you were lying face down in the now skidded car. His seatbelt saved him from lunging forward, but you were the one who had faced the most of the impact. He cried and shouted and touched you, your eyes closed and breathing erratic. You were alive, he knew that. He shrieked and screamed till he felt his lungs give out. His mind was whirring with the blood loss and before he knew, his eyelids drooped and he passed out, with his hand touching yours and tears staining his face. He wasn't able to see his live give up her life as soon as help arrived and they were escorted to the hospital.

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He vividly remembers when he had woken up in the hospital and the doctors grimly announced your departure to him. He had shouted, so loud, all the staff in the corridor rushed inside to see if any damage was done or not. It was devastating for any soul to watch. Taehyung emanated grief so profoundly, even the babies in the hospital cried when subjected to his looming aura.

For the longest time, he had himself felt like a dead man. He couldn’t process all the happenings and there came a point when he felt angry towards you. For leaving him, for dying on him, for being the one to take the harsh impact of the accident. He knew his anger was baseless, but he needed a way out of his state of mind. He was scared of himself, of the thoughts he was able to conjure, calling himself a murderer, who unknowingly took two lives. His and yours.

Eventually, he came around to accept that you were gone. But he couldn’t keep you out of his mind, never.

Jiah had been your common friend for years and she had a crush on Taehyung for years, but always respected your relationship. She adored you both as a couple, but when you were gone and Taehyung was giving himself up, she couldn't see it. She rushed to his side, as a friend. She had no intention of dating him in the beginning. But as time went by and it had been around four months since your death, people started pestering Taehyung to move on. Tired and weary of their demands, he tried to give it a shot and who better than the woman who had been by his side all this time, even on the sidelines.

They mutually decided to take it slow, a heart wrenching speed. But she was patient with him and never forced him or showed any hints of sadness. But now he realises how much injustice he is doing to her. She doesn't deserve a man still hung up on his dead girlfriend. She deserves someone who looks at her and can only see her, no one else.

He walks his way to the kitchen and finds Jimin already seated at the platform, chewing slowly while deep in thought.

"Hey."

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Kind of, yeah."

He sits down beside Jimin and stares at the plate of toast and a cup of tea in front of him, both of them unwilling to break the silence. One thing is clear in Taehyung's mind and he needs to take Jimin's advice, but before he could open his mouth, his best friend speaks up, as if almost reading his mind.

"I think you should see a therapist."

He doesn't look at Taehyung. He stares out of the window while his elbow is propped up on the counter and his hand toys with a strawberry near his lips.

"It's time you get some help."

Taehyung knows he is right. He needs help to get you out of his mind. His life is breaking down in front of him and he is breaking down everyday due to you residing inside him soulfully, and he needs to send you an eviction notice now. He nods slowly and speaks up.

"What, what about Jiah?"

Jimin nothing but smiles at him with a sorrowful gleam in his eyes, gesturing to Taehyung that he already knows the answer.

"I am sorry."

And he does. For the love of his life, he finally has some sense of knowing, a clear direction as to where to head off now.

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She helplessly holds his hand in hers and stares down at them. She shakes her head and sniffs a tear, looking up at him with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

"It's okay Taehyung, I understand."

"No. You don't have to understand every time." he irritatingly cradles her face in his hands and makes her look him in the eyes.

"Shout at me, blame me, threaten me, curse me, do something Jiah, do something. You can't always be this good for me, you can't." he shakily finishes and all she does is smile at him.

“I can't, because I understand. You are hurting, healing and you can’t be blamed for the way your heart worlds, your heart heals. It's not your fault. And I understand because I have seen you grow in all this time and I know it's hard for you. It's hard for you to even say these things to me. You are brave, Taehyung. And thank you for thinking about me.”

He brings her face to his chest and hugs her tightly, trying not to cry. He knew she would be caring and understanding with her but he never knew it would affect him this much.

He had booked a session with a therapist and the first thing he wanted to do was come clean to Jiah. Keeping her in the dark was doing none of them any good and it was better for both of them to part their ways and start afresh. You had been out for more than two days now, and he was glad. He didn't want to remove you from his mind completely. He wanted to keep you there in a way that your presence didn’t affect him, if only so, negatively. He wanted your presence to bring in the things you always brought with yourself – happiness, peace and joy.

Yoongi was one of the best people Taehyung had ever met.

He sniffs and lightly kisses her hair, mumbling a small ‘thank you’. Seemingly, they both cry a little, as he was able to hear her sniffing the tears and breaking away from the hug slowly. It was the end of their time together as a couple and even though it was sad, Taehyung was relieved for now he won’t be subjecting another soul to his looming misery.

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Being his therapist, he had helped Taehyung distinguish his reality from his imaginations for a long time now. He was Jimin’s friend and he helped Taehyung set up a session with Yoongi after they had decided that he needed to see a therapist.

It had been months since their first session and his condition was much better now. He still saw you lingering inside him but it was peaceful and not a frenzy. Yoongi had helped him divert his attention from the mess of his mind, to things he loved as much as he loved you. The storm had subsided and it was hard but worth it. He was still single, of course. But was now open to the idea of finding someone new.

Taehyung stands up from his desk as he folds the letter he had been writing and drives to the cemetery. He places it near you with a bouquet of flowers, filled with hues of lilacs, pinks and greens, your favorite and bids you the final farewell.

Dear Y/N.

You know I love you right? Sorry, had to start the letter with our signature line.

Do you remember the day we met? I was staring at the vase of flowers, filled with hues of, yes you guessed it, lilacs, pinks and greens when you came up to the table and took the vase away.

It was the first time I had seen you and you might have had an idea by now that you became my favorite, of course after the flowers.

I have placed a bouquet of the same kind of flowers near you. I hope you like them.

Anyways, I had bought a ring actually. I had it all planned out and I was going to ask you to be mine forever when you returned from Busan. Well, guess it wont work now, would it? This envelope has that ring enclosed in it too.

Well technically it's pointless of me to give it to you, cause you know, you know right?

Smile for me yeah? I am trying to lighten the mood with my lame ass jokes but I think they are turning darker by the word.

I am writing this to demand closure from you, one that you can’t give unfortunately, but I can take it by placing this near you, in the dirt. I am not crying, no. For once I am thinking of you and smiling and looking forward to living the life you so wanted me to live happily.

After all, you are always in my memories.

You will always be there with me, my love. Hope you are happy and content wherever you are. And I hope you get to eat your favorite blueberry cheesecakes to your heart’s content.

I know it's not practical but c'mon, I made you laugh, didn’t I?

I love you, Y/N.

But I am going ahead and am trying to find someone else to love too, as you know, you might be a ghost now? Who knows. And I don’t know anyone being in a relationship with a ghost so. Anyways, sorry for these super lame jokes but yeah. I am bad with words and you know it.

To my love, in my memories.

Yours,

Taehyung.

He stands up straight and looks up at the sky, the sunlight warming his face up and he laughs a hearty laugh for the first time in months. He looks at the clouds and closes his eyes seeing nothing but a yellow glow of happiness, contentment and peace.

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After all, you were there quietly, in his memories.

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bangtan-madi · 2 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Chapter Nine: The Truth Untold

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 9 / 15

Warnings — discussion of violence/murder

Note — Sorry for the delays on this chapter, and for the format that it's being posted in. Unfortunately, between the hurricane and a broken computer, I won't be able to post in the exact format I usually do with all the pictures and everything. I also won't be able to link anything, update my master list, or put a breaker in this chapter unfortunately. For now, this is how it's going to go up. I do plan on going back and editing in the banners and the headers and all of that as soon as my computer is fixed. Hopefully that will be in the next couple weeks, so if this chapter looks different later this year, that's why lol. Thank you all for being so patient and so kind on the previous chapters, but I am finally back to writing again! Enjoy!!

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"Where are you going?"

"To find that curator."

"[Y/n], hold up—I'm coming with you."

Your stomach does somersaults as Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of the elevator. His stride is just as determined as yours, and you feel immense comfort with his hand in yours. As small a gesture as it is, it feels warm and helps subside the anxiety within you.

Despite the lack of film in the last few months of their lives, for whatever reason, you know exactly how your past lives' story ends. You've seen it your entire life. It ends in a bloodbath.

But you had no idea that they were being threatened for months before their deaths. You didn't realize the ins and outs of reincarnation, as [Y/n] told it. If what she said was true, then Taehyung should have gotten his memories back when he turned twenty-one in this lifetime. If you think back to your dream, you remember she'd said something along those lines.

"Come find me. In the next one: meet me there."

From his spot next to you in the elevator, Taehyung looks down at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" You turn and lock with his gaze. "Those were our past lives, and not only were they murdered shortly after those clips, but I now know that they were being stalked way before then. All of this, everything lines up with my dream. And god, I don't want to be skeptical or logical... I believe all of it."

"I do, too."

"You do?"

Taehyung nods, and his dark curls fall over his forehead, barely brushing over his eyes. "What I'm wondering is why didn't I get my memories back at twenty-one?"

Shaking your head, you sputter, "Maybe it's because we were murdered at the same time? From the way they were talking, that's a first. The cycle was messed up. I don't know how or why." You pause, and the elevator dings up another floor. "Do you remember anything at all? Have any memories come back?"

Taehyung bites his lower lip and turns his gaze away. "Something's there. It's like a word on the tip of your tongue. You're familiar. All of this feels...right? I don't know how to describe it."

"You said you believe it."

"I do. That film wasn't faked. Those people were us. Everything they said feels right in my heart. I just...I don't have proof to back it up."

Your hand tightens around his, fingers lacing together as you state, "Well, I know who can give us some of that."

The elevator doors open, and you pull Taehyung along as you head straight for Ms. Jwa's office. You might not know exactly where it is, but the wing of offices is just down the hall from the service elevator. She can't be far.

The middle-aged woman looks up from her computer as both of you enter without knocking. She seems surprised at the sudden entrance, but her shock dissipates quickly.

"I have to say, that was faster than I thought."

"Who were Kim Taehyung and Kim [Y/n]?" you ask, getting straight to the point.

Ms. Jwa sighs and leans back in her office chair. She gestures for you to close the door, then motions to the chairs across from her. "Have a seat." A beat of silence follows the closing of the door, and you both take your seats. "I assume you watched the film?"

"We did," Taehyung nods. "Have you?"

The curator nods. "I did."

"Then you know about reincarnation. You knew Taehyung and I might come back."

Another affirmative shake of her head. "Which is why I kept everything that belonged to you both, as you requested I do in late 1994. I was surprised, but now I see why." Her gaze shifts back and forth between you and Taehyung. "You really are mirror images of them. It's astonishing."

"You were their friend?" you inquire.

Ms. Jwa's face shifts to a small smile, but behind the expression, there's deep sadness. "I was. If you want, I can start at the beginning." When neither of you speaks up, she continues. "Taehyung and I went to the same art school in Daegu. We're both from the city and wanted to make it big in Seoul. He was kind of like the big brother I never wanted."

She flashes a grin at Taehyung. "No offense. When we moved to Seoul, we got jobs here as junior curators. I was more on the art history side, whereas Taehyung was the true artist. He always said he wanted his works to be displayed here someday." Her eyes drop to her hands, clasped in her lap. "Which is why I felt it was only right to put his memorial here and display his favorite photographs."

She shakes her head, pulling herself out of memory. "Your past selves met and fell in love very quickly. I thought it was strange. Taehyung was a...unique person. Always was, and he didn't often click with people right away. But [Y/n]? I don't believe in soulmates, but those two were the exception."

"Before they died, they were being stalked," Taehyung intervenes. "By who?"

Ms. Jwa shrugs her shoulders. "We don't know. We assume it's the same person that killed them, but there's no way to know for sure. He was practiced. He knew what he was doing. The evidence was inconclusive, and the cameras were blacked out. I have no idea how he got in after-hours, what his motive was, or how he got away."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words. Something in the back of your mind told you that he might've escaped. Your dream shows him injured, bleeding profusely, but stumbling out of sight. You'd hoped that he'd wandered off somewhere and died, and he might have—away from the Museum—but your stomach sinks regardless.

"It wasn't just stalking. Taehyung and [Y/n] received death threats for months before they died. It started with Taehyung, around the time he met [Y/n], and then she started getting them as well. Always anonymous. Even the police were baffled."

"So what you're telling us is that even after all this time, there are no answers?"

Ms. Jwa clearly sees your dismay, but can offer no condolences or closure. "I wish I had more to tell you, but that's the extent of what I know. I kept everything in that vault downstairs hoping that one day one of you would show up again and be able to tell me what happened to you. I figured Taehyung would be the one to get his memories first, based on the video footage, but when he showed up as a pop star with clearly no memory of his past, I thought..." She trails off and takes a pause before continuing. "I thought it best not to push the issue. I wasn't sure if the cycle had broken, or if he was merely trying for a different life this time. Either way, I wanted him to be happy. He looked happy to me, at least from the outside."

Taehyung heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head profusely. "How many times did I come to visit this place, and you said nothing? You must have seen me before yesterday. Why didn't you tell me anything?"

You're right." The curator's eyes drift downward as she says, "Maybe I should have said something. Perhaps that would have sped up the process. I did what I thought was right at the time. Maybe that was to quell my own guilt." She lifts her head and offers an apologetic smile to us both. "Now I can see that that was wrong. For that I apologize. All I can do now is make up for the lost time and offer you answers that I have." She gestures with a flourish of her hand to the doorway. "All of the things downstairs or yours, feel free to take any of it. But as for who killed you, or why, or what happened to them, I'm afraid no one has those answers."

You ride from your seat, take a step forward, and move closer to the curator to lower your voice. "Then tell us why were we here that night. If we knew we were being followed, I know what I would have done and it's not coming back to the one place that I knew we wouldn't be safe."

"You're correct," she says. "That is the only other thing I can tell you. You were about to leave the country that night. Like I told you, Taehyung and I were very close. He didn't have many friends, but Emelia Popescu and I were the only people he considered as such. It was fate that we all worked in the same office. Because of that, he wanted to see us one last time before you left. Both of you came here to say your final goodbyes to Emelia and I."

"And we didn't say anything that made you ask questions?" Taehyung inquires.

Ms. Jwa scoffs lightly. "I asked all the questions in the world. You wouldn't tell me anything more than the matter was urgent and leaving was necessary, and that you would send word for where you were when the coast was clear. To be honest, everything about that night terrified me even before...before the accident."

The name she mentioned moments ago brings back memories of a corpse at the base of a stone figure, crimson expanding along the tiles of the floor. "Emelia was the other girl that was killed, right?" You have no idea what the girl actually looked like; those memories have yet to resurface.

Ms. Jwa nods once. "Yes, I had left to take an urgent call after I had said goodbye. Emelia had offered to walk you both out. That was when you were attacked." She shudders, and Taehyung instinctively reaches out and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. At his touch, she steadies and flashes a watery smile. "Emelia was killed first as a distraction and lure, and then the both of you were..." Her sentence trails off, but you all know how that story ends.

That can't be it. This cannot be all that there is. All the memories, all the dreams, the flood of confusion and emotion that has wrapped you in a vice-grip the last few months -- it's all been leading to the moment of truth. Your heart was racing this morning, the thought of finally knowing what happened in 1995 sending you into an elated but terrified tizzy.

You never thought that the answers would be so close, yet slip between you fingers like the water from the Museum fountain where you and your lover were brutally masacred.

But you've seen the evidence yourself, all of your belongings, and spoken to someone who knew you both well. Every piece of truth she has is in her mind and in her vault below your feet. If the answers aren't there, where could they be?

How can that be all that there is?

You step back, leaning against the nearest bookshelf for support, gripping one of the shelves so tightly you know your knuckles are white. "There has to be something you can tell us about who he was," you murmur. "Something, anything."

Taehyung's gaze meets yours, and you can see for the first time that his desperation mirrors your own. Even if it wasn't obvious to you when you first arrived in South Korea, Kim Taehyung has been searching for his own answers just as fiercly -- if not more so -- than you. Whatever cycle you both have been in for god knows how many centuries has not been broken, but it is damaged. While he should have been the one to remember at twenty-one, there is a part of him that longs for rememrance. Something deep inside has been pushing him towards the truth and constantly reminding him that parts of his life are awry. Even if everything from the outside seems perfect, you can tell from those eyes that he needs this just as much as you.

"Did no one see his face, or a glimpse of anything?" he rephrases. "And how did he let you live when the only other three people in the building were murdered?"

The curator walks over to the bookshelf nearest you, searches the columns for a moment, and retrieves an old file. This one is a bright red color, different than the others on the shelves and easy to locate. She opens it and hands us a composite sketch notebook for that has Seoul Police Department written on the face.

"There was one witness that saw him in a dark alleyway. Not much detail was captured, but she did remember a few distinct details that she told the police. This is the composite sketch that was created based on her details. I'm not sure how much help it will be, but it's yours if you want it."

Taehyung joins your side, arm brushing yours as he God's affirmatively towards the notebook. He doesn't say a word, but his expression tells you everything: "Go ahead. I'm here. This might be the only answer we get."

In a burst of untethered courage, you open the pages to reveal the single composite sketch on the first page. It's merely charcoal on white paper, but the expression of a man you've seen in your nightmares stares back at you with a haunted hatred all over his face. Memories from the past flood back to you, not just from your deathly dream but further than that.

Decades.

Centuries.

You've known this man's face for as long as your soul has been a soul. The last lifetime, the one before that, all the way back to the very first one. The death in your dream from 1995 is only the beginning; this is a face you've seen in your very first life, the one you only started to remember when you came to Seoul.

Your hands begin to tremble, and a lump swells up in your throat. Taehyung steadies your grip, concern covering his features. He says your name, but your ears are ringing and his voice is drowned out by the panic racing through your body. The book drops from your hands, your knees buckle, and your eyes roll back into your head.

Never in any nightmare did you ever think you would the face of your first parent again, let alone with a smoking gun in his grasp and your blood on his hands.

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crythvv · 1 year

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a/u: aaahhhh this is making me emotional but here it is the last chapter of Art🥹🥹🥹 words can’t explain how happy i am of this fic and so happy so many of you enjoyed it it truly means a lot!!! i got so many new followers due to this fic so i’m hoping anyone new here can continue to enjoy my work:) again a big thanks to everyone who enjoyed this as much as i did love y’all 🤍🤍

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pantoneyoongi · 10 months

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the sun & the stars | 01 | kth

title ; the sun & the stars pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 5.4k

description ;

it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention.

sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else.

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

notes ;

ok so i don’t have a masterlist for this yet but this is going to be part of a universe called the sun & the sky universe, about two besties and their love lives and friendship and originally it was supposed to be a one-shot for each character but i have spiraled wildly out of control and now this character (sun) has a mini-series, oops.

anyway this is the first installation in the sun & the sky universe and eventually i will get around to making a masterpost. thank u for reading !!

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, you have a cold/ice princess reputation, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, you’re referred to as ‘sun’, taehyung’s sister referred to as ‘sky’, mentions of some dude being kinda pushy at the beginning, some business major slander (sorry) (sort of), there will be pov switches later, there will also be seokjin slander (he’ll deserve it unfortunately i’m so sorry), slow burn?? i think??, brief mentions of infidelity at some point later too, honestly this whole fic is probably more about friendships than it is about romance but anyways, yes this is the fic that i wrote 10k for and then randomly decided to rewrite the entire thing bc i have no control over my life thank u very much, anyway here it is i hope u like it

to be very clear: you don’t like freshmen.

irritation crawls up your spine, and you spare just enough time to glance both ways before crossing the street to reach your friend, who looks increasingly uncomfortable. she’s already backed up enough that she’s only centimeters from the wall behind her, which, in case the relief on her face at the sight of you didn’t already spell it out, tells you plenty enough that this one’s persistent and unwelcome.

“hey.” you don’t raise your voice when you reach them. you generally make it a point not to expend more energy than absolutely necessary, but particularly when it comes to men, and especially when they’re harassing your best friend. you hardly look his way, instead speaking to your friend with a tilt of your head towards the campus dining hall. “let’s go.”

jinyoung calls you blunt and a little rude (affectionate), but you prefer the terms ‘concise’ and ‘clear’. as in, you are concisely and clearly indicating the freshman should leave. you know, something about a-b conversations and how he should c his way out.

your shoulders raise ever so slightly when, predictably, the freshman opens his mouth to argue. that’s the thing about freshmen. and transfers. and men who don’t know what’s good for them: they don’t know you, and they don’t know your reputation, and that causes more problems than you care to deal with.

lucky for him, he happens to know someone who’s been out of the womb for longer than the ten seconds this kid appears to have been. in your peripheral, you watch the freshman get yanked back by a junior you think might’ve been in one of your roman history lectures last semester. “what the fuck is wrong with you,” he hisses to his friend, eyes darting nervously between the boy and you. his voice raises to normal speaking levels. “i’m so sorry. he’s so sorry for bothering you,” and then he’s dragging the kid away with hushed, frantic whispers. you watch them cross the street and head down and away, before turning back to your friend.

“you good, sky?”

she gives you a half-smile. “i’d be better with food in me.”

your lips twitch, and you sling an arm over her shoulders, tugging her through the dining hall doors. “good thing that’s what we’re here for.”

your reputation is more tall tale than fact, but you let it carry you through the four years of high school and now clean through your four years of college, too. for a group of students who are so rarely capable of meeting your eyes, they speak fairly condescendingly about you. it probably has a lot to do with the ‘sun’ nickname, seeing as it just seems laughable to associate the most well-known star in the galaxy with you.

you’re not warm. you don’t light up a room. none of the good cliches line up with you, and to most people, the nickname is more irony than anything else. but you didn’t get the nickname from them, you got it from sky, shortly after you gave her hers when you were seven.

(seven year old you was a lot friendlier.)

your eyes slide closed, chin propped against your palm as you wait at the lunch table. sky is grabbing food while you save the table, waiting for her brother and his partner in crime to show up.

the four of you grew up on the same street - sky and taehyung in the house across from you, and jimin a couple doors down. jimin and taehyung are technically the same age, the way you and sky are too, but taehyung’s birthday is so late in the year that he’s two grades below you instead of just one. they say you and sky have been inseparable since day one, but taehyung and jimin must be conjoined at the hip - you don’t find one without seeing the other.

you feel someone brush past you, a hand hovering by your head, but before it can nudge you, you say with closed eyes, “watch it, kid.”

your eyes flutter open, finding jimin pouting in front of you, hand returning to his side. “how’d you know it was me?”

“who else would dare?” you arch an eyebrow, and he sucks his teeth, dropping into the seat diagonal from you. taehyung takes the seat to your left, nodding his head in greeting towards you.

your lips quirk to the side. “do i not deserve the honor of your voice today, taetae?” you give him doe eyes, just to watch him scowl at you.

growing up with taehyung and sky right across the street from you meant watching taehyung turn from an adorable toddler, to a mildly annoying child, into a definitely annoying teenager. this also included a two year stint in which taehyung refused to speak to you (or in general, really), only making vague grunting noises and giving you curt nods in an attempt to come off as stoic and brooding.

(as a shock to no one: it was ineffective as far as ‘stoic’ and ‘brooding’ go.)

ever since he decided to grace you with his voice again, you take any chance to remind him of it. you grin wickedly as he lolls his head back with a groan. “i was shy,” he protests, bordering on a whine.

you scoff. “i’ve known you since you were three, fuck outta here,” you cuff him lightly upside the head, taehyung’s lower lip jutting out at the action. “you were just an angsty teenager.”

sky makes her appearance at that moment, setting her tray down. “can confirm,” she agrees with zero proper context. “you were just an angsty teenager.”

taehyung huffs. you poke your tongue against your cheek, amusement lighting your eyes. he tries to glare but taehyung’s always been a little soft on you, even if he won’t admit it. he marks defeat with a switch in subject. “you look tired.”

you sputter out a laugh. “i’m a college student,” you smack his shoulder lightly. “i always look tired.” you redirect your attention back to jimin and sky, joining the conversation they’d started, but taehyung stays quiet, studying you. eventually he gets up to grab food, jimin following after him, but you opt to just lay your head against your forearm, letting sky pat your head sympathetically.

you raise your head only when the boys return, eyes widening slightly in surprise when taehyung comes back with two trays, sliding one in front of you wordlessly. “you raised him well,” jimin sighs dramatically to sky. “treats his elders with respect.”

“that makes one of you,” you quip, just as sky goes, “are you calling me an elder?”

the two of you burst into laughter at the look on jimin’s face, halfway between being offended by you and defensive against sky, and while you’re busy teasing jimin, you don’t notice taehyung watching you, wondering how anyone can see you as cold and standoffish, not when he sees you like this, voice loud and eyes crinkled in the corners, always the brightest whenever you make the people you love and care about laugh. they say you’re cruel and unforgiving, but he’s known you for years and he doesn’t really feel like you’ve changed much - still wildly dramatic and bitingly sarcastic - and also apparently still endlessly prone to stealing food from him and sky, he thinks dryly, as he throws you a dirty look for snagging a french fry off his plate despite having your own.

you smile pretty at him. “sharing is caring, taetae.”

he can’t retort when you blink your eyes at him like that because there’s just no winning when it comes to you. all he can do is let out a deep sigh and fight the smile making its way onto his face when your laughter chimes in his ear.

“what if,” you start, just for jinyoung to cut you off.

“no.”

you throw the towel down onto the table, affronted. “you didn’t let me finish.”

he stares flatly at you, then makes a jerky, ‘go-ahead’ gesture with his hand.

“what if,” you start again, pointing your finger at him. “i drop out of school-”

“what if,” jinyoung smiles like he’s got knives for teeth. “i get you fired?”

you scrunch your nose. “then i’d be young, dumb, and broke.”

“just like all the cool kids,” jinyoung sighs, clearly not giving a fuck. “hurry up, we got company.”

the bell above the restaurant door rings as probably an entire fraternity funnels in, forty-five minutes before your shift ends. “perfect,” you mutter, picking up your towel again, scrubbing the table clean while jinyoung puts on a (notably knifeless) smile for your customers. the closing shift can never end quietly, always some group coming in last minute to interrupt your peaceful night. you always know jinyoung happens to like you because he sidles up to the group with his full charm and a notepad, ready to take orders, letting you slink off to the back to finish cleaning up so the two of you can get out of here as quickly as possible as soon as the sign flips to ‘closed.’

jinyoung returns to the back to rattle off orders five minutes later, then leans with his back to the counter as you rinse dishes to put into the industrial dishwasher. “you should stop taking extra shifts. your eyebags have eyebags,” he informs you, as gently as he can. you glance at him, wondering if it’s worth it to flick him with water. but you know he’s just trying to be nice, so you opt against it.

you suck in a breath, setting another dish down onto the rack. “i can’t,” you shrug. “i am, in fact, young, dumb, and broke.”

he presses his lips together in a non-smile. like you, jinyoung is here on scholarship and part of the pity-party program your school has for kids who meet the criteria of “too poor to afford higher education.” you met him in said program over the summer, when you were all forced to come in for summer classes, just in case you came from a district without sufficient resources to teach you calculus.

he runs a tired hand through his hair, offering you a small smile before heading out with an array of dishes balanced impressively on his arm. the frat has approximately twenty minutes to shovel it all down before the restaurant officially calls it lights out. you have no doubts they’ll make it with time to spare.

you flip the settings for the dishwasher and let it run, tugging off your gloves and wandering towards the front. absently, you stare out the glass that makes up the storefront, eyes nearly glazing over until you spot them - your head lifting slowly as you lean forward a little to squint.

she’s a little too far out, but the person heading down the street looks an awful lot like sky, flanked by someone who looks half a foot taller than her, which is saying something, considering sky is half a foot taller than you. your head tilts, curious, but by the time you’ve blinked enough times to get your vision back in focus, they’re out of sight.

shaking it off, you check the clock to see that you’re ten minutes to closing, confirmed by the way you hear the frat boys noisily filing back out just the way they came in. jinyoung’s eyes meet yours and you give a tired nod, the two of you working in tandem to clear the remaining dishes to finish cleaning up and close up shop.

jinyoung bids you goodbye outside the restaurant with a pat on the shoulder, parting ways. it’s late, little ways past ten at night, and you slump your shoulders as you trudge down the street back to your apartment.

you take a half step back when taehyung’s face suddenly appears in front of yours, familiar dark eyes peering at you. he’s got his hands in his pockets and he’s bent over slightly to meet your height, and you frown at him. “what are you doing here?”

“jimin dragged me out,” he explains, straightening back up. “but now they’re getting drunk, so.”

of the four of you, jimin’s always been the only one with anything close to a social life. he parties, he drinks, he gets hungover, and then he gets straight a’s. go figure.

you hum, the two of you falling into step together. the silence is comfortable, padded with the general ruckus of the downtown, cars speeding past and drunk students being rowdy. you make your way back to the main streets on campus, taehyung slowing his steps to match your snail pace.

“sun,” he breaks the quiet between you. you look at him.

he opens his mouth to speak, but there’s only empty air, the words dying on his tongue when he sees how dull your eyes look after a long shift. your eyes have always sparkled, glinting with trouble and quick wit, so it sort of stings to see the light fade out with how weary you are.

“never mind,” he smiles, tilting his chin towards your building’s front door. “we’re here.”

you look confused but don’t press the matter, patting him on the arm with a warm smile. “get back safe. thanks for walking me home, tae.” you tip-toe to ruffle his hair, like you always have, despite the near foot of height he now towers over you with, then disappear into your building without a second glance back.

taehyung sighs, hand absently pressed to the spot where you’d touched his arm. he knows your smile better than anyone else’s, that dazzling grin of yours that you reserve only for your closest friends. even when taehyung went through his brooding phase, you always offered it out to him with a friendly wave.

the campus might not understand the nickname ‘sun,’ but taehyung knows it suits you perfectly.

“am i still allowed to live in your basement if i fail out of college?”

you punctuate the end of your question by dropping the bag of take-out you brought with you onto the table, though the end of your sentence sort of peeters off a little when you realize there’s someone else departing the table, a low voice murmuring a goodbye to your friend. you don’t catch his face before his tall frame walks away, but your brows furrow, puzzled. you don’t recognize him.

“i think you’d live in my basement regardless of what i say,” sky responds, seemingly unaware of your perplexion. “but unfortunately you’re not allowed to fail out of college.”

your eyes are still on the man who’d just left, even as you pull out the take-out and hand it over to sky. you’re tempted to ask, but when you glance back at her, she has an unnervingly neutral expression on her face, and you falter, deciding to drop it.

sky likes to keep her circle small. most of the time it’s just you, jimin, and taehyung, though both of you do still keep in touch with yoongi and hoseok from high school, and there is that one girl from her major, soojung. but for the most part, sky prefers keeping to herself, so much so that on occasion she’ll just drop off the grid without any warning. you suppose you’re like her in that way, though her version of dropping off the grid is usually more accidental (read: a new video game came out and she forgot she has to remind people she’s alive) whereas yours tends to be very intentional (read: you’re overwhelmed and so much as seeing or interacting with another person could equate to a new, special kind of torture, built explicitly for you).

you slide on a smile for her, settling down into your seat. “eat,” you gesture. “need at least one of us to make it past graduation if i’m gonna live in your basement.”

as sky tucks in, absently scrolling through her phone, your mind wanders. it’s not that you need to know every last detail of sky’s life, but she’s your best friend, and it just tends to happen, anyway. sky’s life is so heavily interwoven with yours, since you were five and moved into the house across the street from hers, and she let you into her home like you’d always belonged there.

then again, that was a boy you’d seen walking away. your eyes shift back to sky, who isn’t paying you much mind, and you look away again. the truth is, the tightly bound friendship you hold with sky feels as fragile as it does indestructible, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

food is your love language. giving it, receiving it, whatever the case is - it’s love. it might also be your sole motivator for doing just about anything, but that’s besides the point.

you use food as a means of taking care of the people around you. it’s not exactly a flashy show of affection, but you don’t have a particularly heartwarming vocabulary, or the disposition to shower people in your affection, so this is what you do. most people seem to take the hint. you figure that’s why taehyung puts up with you on at minimum a weekly basis, grabbing a meal together whenever he’s free.

today, he’s seated at your kitchen counter, glancing around your apartment like he hasn’t been here a million times before. you set your ever-gourmet pot of instant noodles down on top of a pot holder. “ta-da,” you beam at him, waving your hands dramatically. “my specialty.”

“you treat me so well,” he says dryly, but his eyes are affectionate and he’s still picking up his chopsticks almost immediately, tongue poking out at the corner of his lips in anticipation. you press your lips together to hide a smile, watching him gather noodles, messily sucking them into his mouth, flicking soup everywhere.

you click your tongue a little but don’t nag, though the look you give him makes him settle down a little, chewing slower and acting at least somewhat more like a civilized human being. he looks properly chastised, and the corner of your lips lift in a small smirk of amusement.

the two of you eat quietly, taehyung because he’s always been quiet and you because you’re lost in thought, enough so that you forget to entertain taehyung the way you usually do (read: complain about almost every class you’re in and lament your age, as if you’re anything more than a year and a half older than taehyung, max). your eyes are distant, chopsticks absently picking up noodles to eat, on autopilot.

you glance back to taehyung, who doesn’t seem to mind your quiet. he’s used to your noise, but you suppose at some point he also grew used to your quiet, too. maybe that’s just what decade-long friendships are like. you learn the usuals, the unusuals, and all of the in between.

teeth gnawing at your lower lip, you wonder if he knows about the guy who’s been hovering around sky. this guy who sky doesn’t want to introduce to you, not yet, which means he’s important enough to her that she cares whether you meet him or not. whether because your opinion matters or because of something else, you haven’t figured out yet.

taehyung’s eyes rise to meet yours, chopsticks halfway to his mouth when he sees the way you gaze at him thoughtfully, head tilted to the side. your brows are drawing in, and he wants to press his fingers to the crease in the middle, undo the tension, but instead he just asks, “something up?”

you hesitate. for just a fraction of a second, but he catches it. because that’s what decade-long friendships are like. but you’re too quick for him to push it, too easily pull on a smile and reach over to tug on his ear like he’s still a child, nagging at him. “i’m fine,” you admonish. “don’t you worry about me, kid.”

he grumbles something incoherent and swats at your hand, grumbles bordering on whines when you don’t let up, until he catches you grinning at him, mischievous as ever. you retract your hand, satisfied by the grumpy look on his face, though your smile falters a little when you see that it’s not enough to wipe the worry in his eyes.

you focus on your food instead, just so you can avoid that look. but you can still feel him staring at you, like he’s waiting for you to give in to him, so you lift your head back up with a beam and start rattling off, extensively, until he loses that look in his eyes. until he’s back to just regular taehyung, sky’s little brother taehyung, neighbor from across the street taehyung, and not grown-up taehyung, walks you home taehyung, eats with you weekly because he doesn’t want you to be lonely taehyung.

you’re not ready to admit it. taehyung’s only gotten more handsome and charming in his own right over the years. it makes it so that you can’t stand the way that he looks at you sometimes, like he can see right through you.

he’s not supposed to. he’s taehyung. he’s part of your safe, little bubble; the one you built, where the sun can only shine.

waking up is such a miserable experience, you muse.

it’s ass o’clock in the morning. honestly, any time you need to wake up before noon is ass o’clock, but you have to study for your exams and you have a help desk shift later too, so unfortunately, 7am it is.

you force yourself to roll out of bed, look vaguely human-shaped (aka: wear respectable enough clothes), and lug yourself to the library. you could study in your room but you’re a weak bitch and the bed being two feet away is too strong a temptation. therefore: library.

you find a corner to hide away in, scribbling away in your notebook in hopes of retaining an ounce of the information you’ve written down. the hours pass like that, and by some miracle, you don’t develop a stress-induced headache by the time you need to leave for your shift.

you toss your belongings into your backpack, tugging it onto your back, a quite physical reminder of the weight on your shoulders.

you don’t necessarily think that life is unkind to you. you just think everyone gets dealt their deck of cards, and yours happens to be slightly shittier. but hey, if you’re broke enough, you get free housing at the nicest set of apartments on campus, so you win some, you lose some, right?

the losing part right now is the multi-set of jobs running you into the ground. between the restaurant, your help desk job, and the work-study program, it’s a miracle you haven’t failed any of your courses.

you heave a sigh, letting yourself feel bad about it for a minute. you deserve at least that, in the quiet of the library this early in the morning, while most of campus is happily sleeping in on a saturday.

‘most’ is the key word here. you should’ve known your best friend has the integrity of a monk, seeing as she’s at the library at nearly 10am on a weekend.

you slink your way over to her, sneaking up behind her and slinging an arm over her shoulder, mouth already open to whisper-shout her name - that is, up until you spot the man standing before her.

the smile slides off your face immediately. for someone at his towering size, he’d been pretty well hidden behind the shelves. he looks suspiciously close in height to the person you’d seen that night at the restaurant, and the other day when you’d brought sky lunch.

he smiles politely at you, dimples denting in his cheeks. your frown deepens. you’re certain now, that you don’t recognize him in your catalog of sky’s acquaintances, and she seems comfortable around him, much more than she is around any of her classmates.

“hi, sun,” sky greets, gentle smile rising to her lips, though you’re too busy sizing up this guy she’s talking to. he’s sort of huge. he has kind eyes, though, hair swept off to the side, white tee tucked loosely into light colored jeans. but you still stand wary, too familiar with boys who have sweet dispositions and not enough good intentions.

see, the first thing anyone notices about sky is that she’s nice.

well, okay. the first thing most people notice about sky is that she’s pretty. elegant, like she was a princess in some past life, between her perpetual good posture (what college student do you know that isn’t hunched over like a gremlin at least 73% of the time?) and perfectly set hair, not a strand out of place. she’s pretty, in a way that carries into her personality, patient and open. she’s always listened to whatever blown-out-of-proportion story you have for her, letting you drag her into any and all of your bad ideas, no matter the consequences.

the point is that sky holds the sort of kindness that knows no boundaries. she’s content to go with the flow, and despite all the times she’s been let down by passing acquaintances who you’ve ensured can no longer call her a friend, she’s still willing to help. she gives out second, third, fourth chances, doesn’t let the hurt get in the way of her ability to care.

her walls don’t go up as high as yours do. so you make every effort to make sure that the people who take advantage of that never get a chance to hurt her.

“who’s this?”

sky blinks, looking between you and him. christ, he is massive. his biceps are probably the size of your head.

you mostly keep your eyes on him, but turn to glance at sky when she takes a minute longer than usual to answer. she looks a bit startled, like she’s just now realizing you’re actually here; moreover, that you don’t know who her new friend is.

“oh,” she says, lips turning downwards a little, conflicted. something inside you flinches. but then her expression clears and she smiles. “this is namjoon. we have class together.”

namjoon lifts a hand to wave even while you’re narrowing your eyes at him. but still, your hands return to your pockets and you take a step back, forcing your stiff shoulders to lower.

you’re intruding, you realize. sky is having a moment with this tall, handsome person who could probably twist you into a pretzel if he wanted to, and you’re intruding.

a weight sits on your chest at the realization, but you force a smile to your face for sky. you and your reputation and your trust issues need to step out of this.

“i.. i gotta get to work,” you say, anxious hands tugging at your backpack straps just for something to hold onto. “i just popped by ‘cause i saw you.” you glance towards namjoon, trying your best to maintain the smile you generally reserve only for close friends, but it turns too quickly into a grimace so you settle for a curt nod of acknowledgement, before lifting a hand to sky. “see you ‘round.”

you pretend not to notice how sky’s expression falters, heading out without turning around once. the discomfort rolls over in you, pulling at your heart, keeping your shoulders tense.

the way sky looks at namjoon is different. you can tell. two minutes in the same space, and you know sky isn’t just being polite like she was raised to be. she’s content to be around him, their eyes darting to meet each other in quick glances, like it’s difficult to let their gazes stray for too long.

namjoon doesn’t give you any immediate warning signs, and sky’s gotten a lot better at picking her friends. you don’t have to protect her, she’s perfectly capable of it herself. but you still feel wary, still worry that dimpled, unassuming namjoon will fuck her over like any number of people have in the past.

including you, your brain reminds you. you’re the worst one.

your heart tightens in your chest and you shoulder your way out the doors of the library, like barreling into something will shake off the memory any easier.

high school is hard for anyone. emotions are at all time highs; everything feels like it’s high stakes. grades, friendships, romances. everything is always, constantly, on the line.

sky always says it’s not your fault. kim seokjin was not your fault. you were teenagers - kids, really - but no matter how she spins it, you know you’re the one who messed up. even if sky doesn’t blame you, you still do.

how are you supposed to trust your instincts, when the last time you let your guard down for a boy with a disarming smile, he hurt not only you, but your best friend?

sky’s your most important person. her family was there when no one else was, and they didn’t ask questions, either. you don’t think you’ll forgive yourself for letting her down once, and you know you can’t afford to let it happen again. no matter how many times sky says you’ve never had anything to apologize for.

you’re so lost in your own head that you almost bump into someone, so wound up that you nearly fire off immediately before realizing it’s taehyung standing in front of you, looking equal parts amused and concerned. “i think i know what they mean now when they say, ‘blaze a path,’” he muses, and you scoff at him, shoving him to the side without any real force.

“walking with purpose is not what that metaphor means, tae,” you keep marching forward, not bothering to check if he’s matching pace. he’s got long legs, he’ll be fine. “‘blazing a path’ means-”

“sun,” taehyung interrupts, voice low enough that you actually stop lecturing him. his voice softens a little. “you alright? you look like-”

you don’t let him finish, nor give him the courtesy of even a glance his way. “i’m dandy, taetae. just going to my nine to five.”

“you don’t have a nine to five. you’re a student.”

“good job, einstein. wanna tell me how the sky is blue, too?”

“sun.”

you know you’re being curt. you’re lashing out at the wrong person and you stop in your steps to breathe in deeply, exhaling slowly.

“i’m just tired,” you finally spare him a look. you sigh. “i’m sorry. but i really do have to go to work, and if i don’t haul ass, i’m gonna be late.”

he looks at you like he doesn’t believe you, but you both know he’s going to drop it. “you should sleep more,” he settles on. you know he’s about to lecture you with a series of hard facts. “people need eight hours-”

you smirk at him, “you know damn well there’s not a single college student out there getting eight hours of sleep.”

he shrugs. “maybe the business majors?”

you snort. “no. they’re out partying.”

he snaps his fingers. “right. forgot about those.”

“you can forget about parties when your best friend is jimin?” you ask in mock amazement. he scoffs out a laugh in return.

“shut up, sun. i’m serious, you need more sleep. you look like death.”

“oooh,” you tease. “you really know how to make a girl feel pretty.”

taehyung turns his gaze skyward, and you know he’s asking some higher being for the patience to put up with you. you snicker, patting him on the arm. “you’ll get it when you’re older,” you blink forlorn eyes at him, smile overly sympathetic. he scowls back. you make a vague attempt at hiding your amusement, but otherwise continue towards the office, taehyung keeping you company. he doesn’t say anything else, just walks with you. you don’t ask where he was supposed to be headed before you bumped into him, and he doesn’t tell you, either.

it’s when you’re almost at the door that you break your silence, that nagging feeling pulling and pulling at you until you crack. “hey,” you spin towards him, stopping in your tracks right in front of the building. “do you know a namjoon?”

he tilts his head, surprised. “namjoon? yeah, he’s like uhh,” taehyung pauses to think. “i think he was sky’s project partner or something, and now they’re pretty good friends. they have class together. why?”

you make a noncommittal noise. “nothing. just saw them together earlier. sky’s never brought him up before.”

you try not to think too hard at the way taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up. it’s a sign that you’re not overthinking this, that it is weird that sky never mentioned him, because sky tells you everything.

but she didn’t tell you about namjoon.

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