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atinyrabbit · 4 years

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love/hate songs

Since 8tracks is messed up and playmoss is gonna disappear and Spotify doesn't have many songs, I’m posting some of my playlists here. This is a list of songs about love/hate relationships for pairings. Enemies to lovers, tsundere personalities, hero/villain couplings, opposites attract, loving someone you know you shouldn't. This list is several years old so the songs are older and kinda ‘scene.’

Major trigger warnings for the lyrics of these songs. Some songs have violent lyrics. This playlist romanticizes conflict.

Song list under read more:

Love to Hate You - Erasure Nicotine - Panic! at the Disco Don't Let It Go To Your Head - Fefe Dobson Your Love Will Kill Me - Daniel Lavoie Bruises and Bitemarks (Remix) - Good With Grenades October & April - The Rasmus feat. Anette Olzon Violator - Son of Rust Sick Amore - El Creepo Disgusting - Ke$ha Dangerous - Depeche Mode Oleander - Mother Mother Fear & Delight - The Correspondents Love is a Suicide - Natalia Kills Sex as a Weapon - Pat Benatar I'd Love To Kill You - Katie Melua Before I Ever Met You - Banks Rent - Pet Shop Boys Helpless When She Smiles - Backstreet Boys Holy - Zolita Strangelove - Depeche Mode I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Susan Egan Can't Feel My Face - The Weeknd Only You - Ellie Goulding Devil Devil - Milck Livin' In A World Without You - The Rasmus

Hate Love - Adelitas Way Suddenly - Peter Heppner Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days Radioactive Mirrors - Amazinglyjon Dangerous - Cascada Violence (Club Mix) - Grimes & i_o This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller Make Hate To Me - Citizen Soldier Gently Break It - Beck Pete Portrait of a Female - Cruel Youth This Could Be Love - Alkaline Trio Lie, Lie, Lie - Myra You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi I Only Wanna Be With You - Volbeat Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever - Cast of Galavant I've Got You Under My Skin - Seether Human - Oh Land Le Bien Qui Fait Mal - Mozart, L'Opera Rock Can't Help Falling In Love [Light x Dark Remix] - feat. Brooke Tommee Profitt Fell For You - Green Day Stupid Grin - Dragonette Broken - Lauren Hoffman Take Me to Church - Hozier Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis Whip - Mr.Kitty Get You Off - Fefe Dobson Crazy Girl - Ke$ha Vice - POP ETC Cannibal - Silversun Pickups Rest in Peace - Original Cast of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Hem of Your Garment - Cake Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge Truth Or Dare - Marianas Trench We Sink - CHVRCHES Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez You Stupid Girl - Framing Hanley Die For You - Red F*cking Boyfriend - The Bird & The Bee Mean - Nicole Dollanganger Must Be Crazy for Me - Melissa Etheridge That Girl - Alexz Johnson FMLYHM - Seether Bad Romance - Halestorm Aquarius - Within Temptation Flirt (With Me) - Zeromancer I'm With Stupid - Pet Shop Boys Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) - Paramore Trying Not To Love You - Nickelback Kill for You - Zolita A Love Like War - All Time Low You Need Me - SWANS Hatef--k - The Bravery Bottled Affection - Cold War Kids True Love - ThouShaltNot Terrible Thing - Ag I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters Exit Wounds - The Romanovs Gun - Chvrches Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder Whole Lotta Love - Smash Mouth Bloodsport - Sneaker Pimps XXX - Imran-C Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Love Me Dead - Ludo Paralyzed - The Used River - Bishop Briggs Neon - VERSA Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons I'm Your Villain - Franz Ferdinand Beautiful Monster - Ne-Yo I Own You - Birgit Let Me Be Your Armor - ASSEMBLAGE 23 Perfect Enemy - t.A.T.u. Straight for the Knife - Sia One More Night - Maroon 5 I Hate You (Don't Leave Me) - Ke$ha The Moth - Aimee Mann Mad Love - The Veronicas Toxic (Acoustic Britney Spears Cover) - Johnny Goth Bad Intentions - Digital Daggers Shut Up - Nick Lachey Soldier - Bitter Ruin First Bad Habit - Vanessa Hudgens In The Darkness - Dead By Sunrise Tearin' Up My Heart - *NSYNC You'll Be Back - Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton & Jonathan Groff Crazy In A Good Way - VERIDIA Combat Baby - Metric In Bluebeard's Castle - Unwoman When Doves Cry - Prince State of Seduction - Digital Daggers Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert Broken Inside - Broken Iris Murder (feat. Minx, Chilled) - Boyinaband Why Do You Love Me - Charlotte Lawrence Follow You Home - Nickelback Love To See You Cry - Enrique Iglesias Impressed - Natalie Imbruglia Die For You - Megan McCauley Your Kind (Speak to Me) - Danger Radio Tyrant - The Bravery Violent Games - Polica Toxicated Love - NEO Nemeses (feat. John Roderick) - Jonathan Coulton Miserable - Lit Running From My Shadow - The Velvet Teaparty Barricade - Stars Trouble (Stripped) - Halsey Brutal Hearts - Bedouin Soundclash Desire - Meg Myers Sticks And Stones - The Pierces Just the Girl - The Click Five Himerus and Eros - The Spill Canvas Blood - In This Moment I'm Insane - Myah Marie Fiction (Dreams In Digital) - Orgy Whore - In This Moment Monster - Ryan Adames Foundations - Kate Nash Only When I Lose Myself - Depeche Mode Hatchet - Archive The Beginning of the Twist - The Futureheads Change - Deftones Trust Me - Marc Senter Love Me Hate Kiss Me Kill Me (Scndl Remix) - Fukkk Offf Big Bad Handsome Man - Imelda May The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy My Obsession - Cinema Bizarre Stitches - Orgy Miss Kiss Kiss Bang - Alex Swings Oscar Sings! Sweet Dreams - Beyonce Fuel To The Fire - The Maine Closer (Nine Inch Nails Cover) - Niki Barr Band Clueless - Orla Gartland Devil Woman - Cliff Richard Hatefuck - Motionless In White I Love You But I Don’t Like You - Molly Moore Overpower Thee - AUF dER MAUR Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me - All Time Low Post Blue - Placebo Genghis Khan - Miike Snow Poison - Alice Cooper I Know I'm A Wolf - Young Heretics Little Toy Gun - honeyhoney I Miss the Misery - Halestorm Dirty Sticky Floors (radio mix) - Dave Gahan Clarity - Zedd I Get A Kick Out Of You - Frank Sinatra I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Die for You - Otherwise Labyrinth - Oomph! Black Black Heart - David Usher I Want to Destroy Something Beautiful - Josh Woodward I'm a Priest - Daniel Lavoie You Need Me - SWANS Afraid of the Dark - Phildel Virus - Ryan Adames I Wanna Be Your Dog (remix) - Emilie Simon Hello Goodbye - The Beatles Sarcasm (Album Version) - Get Scared Use Me - Hinder Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars Pretty When You Cry - VAST Tainted Love - Soft Cell Scream - Avenged Sevenfold Think About It - Danger Radio Gallery Piece - Of Montreal Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls Little Girls - Say Anything I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace Love Runs Out - OneRepublic Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins Hit Me Like a Man - The Pretty Reckless Bang Bang (feat. Adam Levine) - K'naan Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp Addicted - Kelly Clarkson Whiplash - FEMM Paralyzer - Finger Eleven Crime - Temposhark Misery Loves Company - Emilie Autumn It Was Good for You Too - Marian Call Price Of Company - The White Tie Affair Burn! - Kobra And The Lotus I Love My Lawyer - Ofelia K I Want Blood - empires (I Always Kill) The Things I Love (ft. The Real Tuesday Weld) - Claudia Brucken Misery (Cutmore Radio) - Maroon 5 Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar I Lust You - Neon Neon Pistol Whipped - Marilyn Manson Bitches Brew - Crosses A Formidable Marinade - Mikelangelo And The Black Sea Gentlemen Control - Puddle of Mudd Scary Love - Skye Sweetnam Loveyouhateyou - Sad Robot Untangle Me - Snow Ghosts A Little Taste - Skyler Stonestreet E.V.O.L - Marina and the Diamonds (You're the) Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley Shut Up & Kiss - Me Orianthi Cool for Chaos - Nostalghia Oyeme - Enrique Iglesias I Hate You - Sick Puppies GirlShapedLoveDrug - Gomez You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk - Pet Shop Boys Need You Like A Drug - Zeromancer Werewolf - Cat Power Bathwater - No Doubt Bad Dog - Neon Hitch Guns And Horses - Ellie Goulding Rev 22-20 - Puscifer Won't You Please Be Nice - Nellie McKay The Perfect Drug - Nine Inch Nails Until The Day I Die - Story of the Year Womanizer - Britney Spears Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations I Think I Love You David Cassidy Stalkers - Mindless Self Indulgence Kill Me Every Time - Blue Stahli Preface - FKA twigs Every You Every Me - Placebo Want - Disturbed Spit It Out - IAMX Destroy Me - Mr Kitty My Sweet Prince - Placebo Psycho - Imelda May Monster - Meg Myers Figured You Out - Nickelback Suffocated Love - Tricky Satisfy Me One More Time - Frank Sinatra This Love - Maroon 5 Miss Jackson (feat. Lolo) - Panic! At The Disco Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar Every Other Time Lyte - Funky Ones How Do You Love Someone - Ashley Tisdale Poison - Gin Wigmore Bitter and Sick - One Two The Outsider - Marina & the Diamonds True Love (feat Lily Rose Cooper) - Pink Bad Boy - Cascada Irresistible - Temposhark Painkiller - The Queenstons Born to Die / Russian Roulette - Amazinglyjon Like Sugar - Matchbox Twenty Mad About You - Hooverphonic Stupify - Disturbed Problems - Mother Mother What Is Love - Haddaway Animal - The Cab Marionette - Antonia I Hate You But I Love You - Russian Red Carve A Name - Mother Mother Criminal - Britney Spears Danger - Hilary Duff Fell in Love w/an Android - Simon Curtis Demon Lover - Róisín Murphy Always - Saliva Too Close - Alex Clare Little of Your Time - Maroon 5 Sex and Violence - Scissor Sisters Electric Storm - Delta Goodrem Black widow - Susanne Sundfør Dangerous Kind - Rasmus You've Really Got a Hold on Me - The Miracles Over and Over - Three Days Grace Devour - Marilyn Manson Nature of Inviting - IAMX The Odd Couple - Weezer Hurt Me Harder - Zolita Terrible Love - The National Mad Love - Jojo Boomerang - Reliant K Bad News - Sleeper Agent I Was An Island (EP Version) - Allison Weiss Rock Bottom - Hailee Steinfeld You’re the One That I Want - Lo Fang Poison - Rita Ora Kill For You - Skylar Grey ft Eminem Wouldn't Be Love - Ritual Hate Me - Nico Collins Irresistible - Fall Out Boy I Love You... I'll Kill You - Enigma

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neokollection · 5 years

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Freaky Friday ㅡ Taeyong

Office!AU & FreakyFriday!AU ft. Taeil

A/N: Inspired by the French movie that’s the title... Also, there is a segment in which I specify that you’re not Korean ethnicity, that you’re a foreigner, so just... If that might bother you just pretend I didn’t write it lol- But the story is based in Seoul.

It a lil confusing with lots of scene/character focus changes, but yea And when I say ‘your’ and ‘his’ it’s kinda flipped- ‘your’ chest is actually Taeyong’s/no titty man chest.

Warning: Language, some explicit depictions of nudity and period stuff.

Word Count: 4.55K

ㅡ Genre: Angst, [nothing like.. sad- Yet...] supernatural, a tad of some weird comedy to make it relatable

ㅡ Teaser: You ever seen the movie Freaky Friday?

Your feet were heavy with dread, your heels scuffing the tile as you tapped your ID badge to the familiar scanner by the glass doors- Letting it drop to hang from the lanyard around your neck lazily, you let out a deep breath as the automated doors welcomed you. You knew you’d be in trouble... It was the second time this week you were late. You wish there was a real explanation or excuse that you could give, but in honesty you simply had a severe habit of sleeping past your alarm. You’d already formed a half-witted plan on your curt bus ride to the office- Tag in and get to your desk as fast as possible in hopes your supervisor wouldn’t notice.

Yet, as soon as the automated doors opened, you could feel eyes upon you- Briskly rounding the corner, you sped to your desk, gnawing the inside of your lip as you knew you’d have to inform your supervisor of your arrival- You nearly tripped over your own feet as you saw the very man you’d been picturing at your desk, his fingertip swiping the space bar of your keyboard before inspecting it for dust... He lounged comfortably in your chair, his void of a gaze finally meeting your own at your audible gasp.

Fuck.

Stretching out his harm quickly to pull his sleeve from his iced wrist he then brought his elbow to rest upon your desk, checking the time upon his wrist.

“I’m so sorry-” you pleaded, “The traffic was awful and-”

“Save it-”

Frozen to the spot, you could feel nearby co-workers glance at the commotion.

“Save it for my office,” he finished, standing and brushing past you.

Smoothing down your hair, you quickly whipped around, in tow of his quick strides. You felt your insides churned as worried gazes met your own. Perhaps he’d fire you- Wincing to yourself, you tried to take a deep breath- Now that you graduated university; this was your first paid internship and you couldn’t be fired! How would you explain it in future interviews- Or maybe you wouldn’t even have future interviews?! Unemployment. The word itself struck a chord in you that made you feel sick and heartbroken.

The click of a door handle opening and the gentle breeze of a strong AC caused your thoughts to depart. Following him in, you fiddled with your fingers.

“Shut the door-”

Doing as he commanded, you took your time to slowly shut the door, fearing that once you were sealed off from the others your punishment would come swiftly.

“What did I tell you on Tuesday?”

“I’m sorry, it-”

“What did I tell you on Tuesday?” he repeated, this time his tone sharper.

“Not to be late again...”

“If you don’t want to come to work, maybe you shouldn’t.”

“It’s not that!” you piped up, able to feel tears prick the corner of your eyes.

You knew the next words you’d spill out would cause your saline tears to stain your cheeks- His gaze was expectant, waiting for you to continue. You couldn’t breathe- You had a lump in your throat, but your trachea was wound so tight you couldn’t swallow- The tears at bay slipped down, cascading down your flushed cheeks suddenly. He simply watched, his expression and gaze as stale as ever, before he turned his head, letting out a sigh.

“Don’t think crying will save you in this situation. You’re wasting more time.”

You let your head drop at his cold words, wishing he’d deliver the blow swiftly so you could leave.

“You’re fired.”

Clearly seeing no other alternative, he cut to the chase before glancing at his watch again. You let your head fall forward further in a nod of acceptance before turning around and reaching for the door handle, using your other hand to somewhat wipe at your damp cheeks.

You hung your head low, unable to tolerate the pitiful glances tossed your way. Staring at your shoes as you made the lonesome journey to your desk, you felt a comforting arm sling around your shoulder.

“What happened?” Joy’s soft voice came.

She timed her strides to match your own, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“It’s okay- You’ll find something else,” she whispered, folding her arms across to hug the stack of clipped papers she held as you dropped to your seat.

---

The bus ride home consisted of you constantly wiping at your cheeks, cradling the box of your belongings to your chest.

As soon as you’d made it past your front door, kicking off your kitten heels, you dropped the box to the floor and ran to fling yourself upon your bed. Huffing to yourself, you let your tears fall endlessly, blinding reaching around for your cellphone that’d been stuffed in your pocket.

“Hello?”

Just hearing his voice made you cry harder.

“Hey,” they replied, their tone softening.

“Taeil-” you wailed, rolling onto your back with a sniffle.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I got fired,” you whined

“Don’t cry-” he tried, crooning softly through the phone.

“I’m a failure- I can’t do anything right-”

“Babe,” he piped up, “That’s not true- You’re amazing and brilliant- You’ll find something else.”

Sniffling some more to sober yourself, you nodded to yourself at his words.

“I’m such a baby...” you murmured.

“You are,” he chided with a chuckle.

“I miss you,” you interjected randomly, wanting nothing more than his familiar cotton fragrance and warm embrace to coddle you.

The line went quiet for a moment as he was in thought.

“Come over later.”

“Can I?”

“Of course,” he chimed, his singsong voice making warmth spread through your chest.

You cleaned yourself up and spent the day organizing your semi-disastrous of an abode into something passable. At approximately seven, when you knew Taeil had finished his last vocal lesson, you’d scrambled to grab your belongings and stuff your feet into a pair of sneakers.

---

It was exactly what you’d imagined. Warm arms wound around you, tender hands cradled you, soft lips met your own, and a reassuring presence to soothed your mind. Rain splashed upon the windows of the apartment, beginning as slow heavy drops, before peppering the glass rapidly. You lay idle in his arms, slumber calling upon your sore eyes. Bright flashes caused your heavy lids to open, followed by booming thunder. An affectionate hand smoothed from the nape of your neck to your cheek, pinching gently at the tender flesh. Nuzzling into his side, he was forced to relinquish you, settling with toying with your earlobe lightly- A quirky habit of his you’d come to adore.

Thunderous.

You jolted, your world spinning for a moment before you were faced with unfamiliar papers and hands. Standing, your knees kicked the expensive office chair from beneath you, your wary gaze sweeping over the familiar room. This was... the office. The one you’d been in less than twelve hours ago as you were fired. Yet- You’d never been on this side of the mahogany desk before. Glancing down, you confirmed you were standing in your previous boss’ space, doing a double-take as you notice the patronizing watch that gleamed upon your wrist. Or it was just that. It wasn’t your wrist. Stumbling, you raced to the nearest bathroom, shoving the door open without a damn as it smacked the wall.

“Oh my God!” you wailed upon facing the familiar face of Mr. Lee.

You opened and closed your mouth, watching as the reflection mimicked you- You even went as far as to slap his handsome face, hoping you’d wake up from this bizarre nightmare.

---

It was warm. Falling asleep on a stack of documents upon his desk had never been so heavenly-

“It’s storming pretty hard- You should just stay the night... After all, you don’t have to get up early tomorrow-”

Movement. A body shifted, a warm hand falling from Taeyong’s shoulder to his back. Suddenly, he was stumbling off the bed, kicking Taeil in the process.

“Ah- AH! W-What?!”

Taeil held his side, writhing in the sheets with a disgruntled expression.

“What the fuck is this?! Are you some pervert or something?!”

Sitting up, Taeil let out a bewildered huff.

“I-I don’t get it- What did I do wrong?!”

Grabbing the bedside lamp, Taeyong held it threateningly.

Cowering, Taeil let out a series of hollers.

“Alright! Alright! Don’t! If you don’t want to stay the night that’s fine!”

A stalemate ensued. Taeyong was rather confused how casual Taeil seemed- For kidnapping someone you’d think there’d be provisions in place to hinder their escape.

“(Y/n)-”

(Y/n)... Glancing down- a soft purple hoodie, skinny jeans too tight for his liking, and Hulk socks- He dropped the lamp, letting it clatter to the floor as he felt ‘himself’. Taeil let out a pained wince at the sound of the lamp dropping. Speechless, Taeyong kneaded your breasts in confusion, squeezing them to make sure he was alive and well. Jolting to the bathroom adjacent the room, he barged in, jaw dropping once he saw his reflection. You weren’t in the usual formal attire he’d grown accustomed to, face bloated from crying, and hair messy and mused- But he still recognized you.

---

Papers and pens littered the floor as you searched for Mr. Lee’s phone. Upon finding it, you dumbly stared at the screen, it was nearly 8 o’clock- That seemed about right... But you were confused as to what he was doing still in the office. Pin number... You thought for a moment before placing his thumb against the scanner, thanking God for the 21st century... With trembling fingers, you dialed yourself.

---

The apartment was silent, lone for the hypnotizing rain and huffs of disbelief.

“Babe... You’re scaring me-” Taeil murmured gently, approaching hesitantly.

“I don’t know who-”

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted Taeyong and for the first time he realized he had your voice.

A brilliant idea took over his mind upon the second ring and he scurried past the small man to look for the phone.

Supervisor Lee was what the screen read. It was him calling himself, but he was actually calling you? Answering, he was met with his own voice.

“Mr. Lee?! T-Taeyong?”

“I-It’s me! What did you do!? Why am I you?! A-Are you me?!”

“I didn’t do anything!” you cried.

Hearing his own voice speak to him was something he was sure he’d never be able to grow accustomed to.

“Where are you?” he inquired, steading his voice.

“At the office- Where are... Oh God! Is Taeil there?!”

“I don’t know who the fuck Taeil is, but there’s some short guy here-”

His attention was snagged from watching dumbly on the sidelines after he heard his name. His brows grew closer and closer to meeting with each word he heard.

“Meet me at my place.”

“I don’t know where your place is!” you wailed.

“I’ll text it to you,” he barked, voice booming.

You never knew you could sound so threatening...

“A-Are you going?” Taeil questioned.

Taeyong chose to ignore him, charging out the room and to the door where he stuffed your feet in what he assumed were your sneakers.

“W-Wait!” Taeil hollered, running after with your coat in hand, “It’s cold a-and raining...”

Taeyong reached out to snatch the coat, but Taeil didn’t relinquish it easily.

“Who are you meeting?” his eyes were pleading.

“It’s a long story-” Taeyong warned, pulling harder on the jacket.

“What did you mean earlier? You said you don’t know me...”

“God! I don't know what the fuck is going on either, but I’m not (Y/n)!”

“Then who are you?!” Taeil screamed back, the corners of his eyes pricking with tears as he began to question your sanity.

Finally able to rip the jacket from his hands, Taeyong was out the door, tugging it on as he made a beeline for the elevator at the end of the hall. Nimble fingers made quick work, texting you the address of his high-rise. Stepping into the elevator, his felt your body shiver lightly and so with an annoyed huff shucked your phone into his pocket before zipping up, tossing your hood over your mess of hair. With his hands in your pockets, he felt around for a wallet, eyes narrowing as he withdrew a metro card, staring at the plastic incredulously.

---

Having the address, you pulled on Mr. Lee’s trench coat. Looking around the office you saw no sight of an umbrella, opening draws and cabinets in the process. Forgoing the umbrella, you rushed out of the office and into the elevator.

Shit- It was cold. Running from the revolving door to the curb of the street, you waved a hand dramatically to hail a cab, able to feel Mr. Lee’s hefty wallet in the pocket of his coat. Yet, they all seemed to be occupied, zooming past as their tires splashed carelessly. You could feel yourself nearly soaked, irksome hair sticking to your skin.

“Taxi!”

Finally, one pulled up, slow as it’s windshield wipers seemed to wave at you.

---

This time it was Taeyong’s phone that rang and you hurried to answer.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in a cab-”

“Fuck-”

“Where are you?!”

“On the fucking subway,” he hissed, “Listen, the code to get in the building is 2020# and to get into the room it’s 6772#”

“Okay,” you nodded dumbly, relaying the number in your mind.

“Don’t do anything- Just go in and wait for me-”

A choked sob erupted, causing the cab driver to glace in his rear view mirror at the drenched man crying in his backseat.

“Are you crying?! Stop-”

“I’m sorry,” you blubbered, having surprised yourself at hearing Mr. Lee’s voice crack.

“God- How much did you cry today,” Taeyong asked rhetorically out of annoyance.

“It’s your fault!”

“If you have any problems call,” Taeyong ordered.

Sighing to himself after hanging up, he shucked the phone into the pocket of your coat once more.

“She’s kind of cute, but-”

“Dude! ‘But’ what??” harsh whispers were exchanged.

“She probably doesn’t know Korean...”

Taeyong was able to see the two exchanging whispers in the dark reflection of the windows as the metro rode in the tunnel- Able to see their fleeting glances directed towards you. Even when stepping from the subway car to transfer he could feel eyes upon you... Or rather, himself. An elderly man’s appreciative gaze and small smile forming as he passed, his lazy gaze shamelessly trailing from your sneakers to your face. Perhaps he was just hyperaware. Climbing an escalator, he finally came to stand in line at the transfer platform.

“Where are you from?”

The sudden English caused Taeyong’s ears to perk as he glanced to his side to find a man in his mid thirties with another man hanging off of him- They reeked of beer, words slurred and expressions expectant. Brushing past them, he felt multiple pairs of eyes upon him. Walking further down the platform, he chose to wait at a different car.

Tonight was possibly the longest night in either of your lives.

---

Was the main entrance here? You’d wandered around the side of the building, the rain once again drenching you. Giving it a go, you input the code, sighing in relief as you were granted access. Curiously, you glanced around the place in search of the elevator. It was nice and spacious, but nothing outrageous- You’d expected him to be the Christian Grey type to live in a penthouse. The elevator dinged, signaling it’s arrival. Water droplets followed you as you made your way in, pushing the ‘11′ button.

1107 was what his text read. What had been the code? 6776? You’d tried it, frowning as a red light appeared. 7667? Glancing down the hall awkwardly, you fished the phone from your pocket to dial Taeyong, knowing very well the CCTVs were watching.

“What?” he snapped.

“What’s the code to get into the room...?”

“...I’m coming up now-”

And with that you heard elevator doors slide open, a metallic voice announcing the arrival. Seeing yourself was possibly the oddest déjà vu you’d ever experienced. You had no words other than;

“Is that what I really look like?”

You looked a mess, but a part of you was slightly relieved as well- Perhaps the change in perspective was beneficial... You weren’t that bad-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a dramatic sigh.

“You’re fucking drenched. I’m fucking drenched,” he corrected, jamming in the code.

Neat, it was so neat- Tidy and organized just like his desk, a can of Febreeze upon his counter to match the fresh linen scent.

“Wait,” Taeyong muttered, taking of your sneakers before tucking them aside, making a beeline for the nearby bathroom.

He made a beige carpet for you, hanging his trench coat to dry in the bathroom before laying a towel by the entrance. Looking up at himself he hadn’t realized how short you were in comparison.

“Take off everything,” he instructed.

Mouth opening and shutting dumbly, you looking down at your sopping slacks before back to yourself.

“Hurry,” he ushered, reaching out to begin pulling off his blazer.

Awkwardly, you began fiddling with his tie, confused as to how to undo the knot-

“I’ll do it,” he muttered, yanking you down by the tie before swiftly making work of it.

You could feel a heat rise to your face at the action and proximity. Your ears felt searing. Flinging the tie to the ground he then began to undo the buttons of the dress shirt, causing you to jerk back.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“It’s my own body!” he reprimanded, “Why are you acting shy?!”

“Why do you need to undress?!”

“Because everything is drenched! I’ll get sick- Just go take a shower-”

“No!” you gasped in horror, covering his chest with his arms, as if it were your own.

“Why?!”

“I don’t want to see that,” you shot back, regarding his body.

“It’s not like it’s a bad sight!” he argued, “You should be thankful you get the chance to see it-”

Fuming, he pulled at your arm to drag you to the bathroom. Struggling against yourself all the way you finally were able to shake him off once in front of the mirror.

“If you don’t want to look just close your eyes and I’ll do it for you-”

“Shower together?! You’re a pervert!”

“No!” he bit back, “I mean undress you, you shithead!”

“It’s your shithead!” you argued back childishly, pushing him out of the bathroom and slamming the door.

Your newfound strength made you ponder for a moment how shoving another person could be so effortless. Silence graced the two of you for several minutes before Taeyong piped up with your voice.

“What happened?”

From his proximity you could tell he was on the other side of the door. In response you let out a sneeze.

“I told you!” Taeyong reprimanded, slapping the door.

He’d been right.

“Open it-” he ordered, the knob jingling, “It’s my body-”

He was right again, it was your fault he’d gotten sick, but-

“How about if we shower together?”

You were about to raise your voice at him again, when he continued.

“I’ll close my eyes and you can wash me and- then you can close your eyes and I’ll wash myself-”

“I wash my body?”

A hum sounded.

“We don’t know how long we’ll be like this...” Taeyong began, sighing, “Please just... I’m prone to colds and- There’s enough to worry about right now...”

Opening the door, you kept your lips pursed.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being disloyal, that you were cheating on Taeil. Alone and naked with another man, your boss at that- You felt dirty, even though the hot water had the purpose of cleansing. You kept your eyes averted as Taeyong turned on the shower before continuing to strip his body of his damp clothes. He faced away from the mirror as he began to discard your clothes, forming a heap next to his own. Carefully, you placed a hand over his private area as you glanced down briefly to step into walk-in shower. A gasp suddenly left you as you turned around, facing a nearly naked you.

“I’m on my period!”

“What?!”

“I forgot- I have my tampon in... J-Just leave it in...”

Scratching your scalp in annoyance, he shucked your underwear to the side before kicking them away and peeling off your socks.

“This is insane,” you whispered to yourself, about to cradle the face you wore in your hands before an airy cough interrupted, Taeyong’s taut chest expanding and concaving with each cough.

Hands were on your shoulders, pushing you beneath the stream of steaming water. Out of habit, you covered your chest- Taeyong’s-

“Don’t look down,” you sputtered, eye meeting your own, “Don’t look at me- I... I have a boyfriend-”

Rolling your eyes, Taeyong nodded in understanding, “I know-”

“Oh my God... What am I going to do?! Did you just leave him? He’ll think I’m mad or-”

You were cut off as a hand pushed you further beneath the water, making you gargle your words. You kept your eyes closed as a cologne-esque scent filled the air, shivering slightly as a cold liquid came in contact. Soft hands briskly rubbed over the expanse of your skin, the tight and sore muscles relaxing under the warm touch.

“Bend down...”

Squatting acutely, you let hands rake through your short tresses, the sensation rather unique.

“You’re so short,” Taeyong remarked.

You weren’t that short.

“Hurry up,” you complained.

You hissed suddenly, bringing a hand to your eye and standing, whipping your hair back in the process.

“Ah!”

“You got soap in my eye-” you complained.

“You got soap in my eye!,” Taeyong countered from behind you, squinting.

Facing the water, you rubbed at your eye, a warm body pressed to your side- Boobs pressed to your arm as both of you vied for the hot water to hit your faces. The sensation caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand on end-

Stepping from the shower, you felt dirtier than when you’d entered... And to make matters worse, you were feeling the urge to piss.

“I need to...” you trailed off, standing before the toilet.

“Then do it-”

“I don’t know how to- I don’t want to touch it!”

“Then I’ll do it,” Taeyong fumed, reaching out, before getting his extended hand smacked away.

“No! I don’t want me touching it either,” you whined.

“Christ.”

Ripping several sheets of toilet paper from the roll, he held himself- The sensation odder than anything you’d ever experienced.

“Pee.”

---

Silence and an awkward tension loomed over the both of you.

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“I was just at home... With-”

“What were you doing?” Taeyong emphasized.

“Taking a nap- Kind of, but the thunder and rain were so loud...”

“Right... It was raining... I fell asleep on my desk- But I only closed my eyes for a minute.”

Taeyong was aggressively Googling on his laptop, fingers smashing the keyboard in determination.

“Looking at the variables we have in common... We were both sleeping- Or on the edge of consciousness...”

Humming in acknowledgement, you picked at Taeyong’s fingernails.

“God...”

Glancing toward Taeyong, you found him resting a hand upon your abdomen.

“I guess you weren’t kidding that time you called in sick because of ‘that time of the month’...”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah- It was the first time anyone ever used that excuse-”

You gave him a wary side-eye in response, “You’ve always been a douche-”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not my boss anymore; I'm finally free to give you a piece of my mind,” you fumed.

“Go ahead and call me whatever you want.”

Turning from him, you distracted yourself with your phone- Knowing his nonchalant attitude had the preface of provoking you further.

“We need to go to the store-”

“You go-”

“It’s for your body,” he countered, brows creasing.

---

“These are adult diapers,” you whispered lowly, pushing the man beside you to the next shelf.

You reached for a box of tampons before a hand landed upon the box-

“Wait- Shouldn’t we get pads instead?”

“Pads are messy,” you muttered, shaking your head, “It’s best the just-”

You heard quiet whispers behind you, glancing over your shoulder to find two girls, most likely in their teens, covering their mouths quickly to stifle a giggle. You quickly tore the box from the shelf, pushing it into the idle hands of Taeyong.

Your cough was getting wetter, sniffles coming every so often.

“Cough medicine-” Taeyong murmured, snatching a to-go bottle off a rack near the check-out.

“10,000 won-” [~ $9]

Your gaze turned to yourself, expectantly awaiting for your ex-boss to fish out his wallet. So he did, withdrawing a slim Gucci wallet from your puffed coat- A wallet that so obviously belonged to a man.

The walk back to his place was quiet, no doubt two minds filled with thoughts of the next plan of action.

“Let’s just... try to go to sleep and maybe we’ll wake up fine in the morning?”

“What!?”

“I can sleep on the couch and you-”

“No, I don’t want my neck to have cramps when I wake up- I’ll sleep on the couch...”

Silence once again filled the air.

“But first you have to help me with...” he motioned, holding up the plastic grocery bag.

...This probably would win the record for all time most compromising position. A hop and a skip later, you were tearing open the box of tampons in his bathroom.

“Keep your eyes shut-”

Legs spread on the toilet, you were faced with your own heat. You wasted no time, tugging the dangling white string before shoving the new plastic applicator inside, earning a small hiccup of surprise from Taeyong.

“It’s uncomfortable...” Taeyong complained as you had him stand, pulling your panties back into place.

“It’s fine-”

Taeyong pulled the sweatpants he’d leant your body up as you began to wash your hands.

“Why don’t we just sleep in the same bed? I don’t want a crook in my neck tomorrow either- Besides... It’s not like I can do anything to you,” he added, gesturing to his current state.

“That’s not true.”

“I’m sick,” he retorted, jabbing a finger into his sweatshirt-clad chest.

“All the more reason not to- I don’t want to get sick-”

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.

“Did I seem like some naïve submissive underling to you?” you questioned, raising your voice.

“Yeah- You did! You were a lot more agreeable.”

“Fuck off,” you fumed, brushing past him.

The sky darkened quickly, the world outside falling silent. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, the sound of leather wheezing under each minute shift you made. Wondering about Taeil, you sighed to yourself- You hoped you’d be able to paint over whatever mess Taeyong left behind- Your boyfriend probably confused beyond his wits... As his long paragraph of a text had conveyed... God- You couldn’t believe you’d even been coerced into taking a shower with him- All because of his stupid cold bullshit- Once the sun rose you’d be on a bus back to your place to act like none of this ever happened.

yea ig this calls for a pt 2

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gold-gguk · 6 years

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myg || drabble

prompt ↠ “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” ↳Yoongi finally comes home from tour.

genre ↠ FLUFF member ↠ min yoongi warnings ↠ none, my homie. Just kick back. word count ↠ 2.0k

moodboard credit to @outroshooky || requested by anon. enjoy lil meow meow!

It’s official. Sitting still is impossible.

You came to that conclusion hours ago after trying everything under the sun to distract your amped thoughts from the prodding impatience and annoying excitement filtering through your body. You put on your favorite film only to realize halfway through that you hadn’t registered one word spoken, the usually familiar plot blotched and broken under your measly attentions. You tried immersing yourself in the newest edition of your novel collection, normally a page turner if you’ve ever seen one, but the intricate character arcs and unique story line left you feeling less than fulfilled. You attempted loosing yourself in a coloring book, taking random, useless (but totally necessary) quizzes on the internet, organizing your side of the closet, and even cleaning the entire apartment before you gave up, resolving to submit to your one track thoughts in their fullness, seeing as how that’s where your mind kept wandering back to anyway.

Your eyes flit, now, between the front door and the small cellphone clutched in your hand as you carefully pace the trail you’ve forged around the scope of the your small home. Feet passing around the couch, past the entry way, down the hall and back, through the kitchen, and repeating, you unlock your phone to reread the last correspondence between Yoongi and yourself.

Tiny Tot: I’m boarding the last plane now. I’ll let you know when I arrive. I love you.

Tiny Tot: We just landed. I can’t wait to hold you again, jagiya. Just a few more hours now.

You: I love you. Be safe, I’ll see you soon.

That message was sent almost two hours ago, just after you’d returned the cleaning supplies to their proper place under the bathroom sink, and you’ve received no update since. This normally doesn’t bother you as Yoongi has never been much on texting, but the months of solitary anticipation slowly building into this monumental day is making you just a little more antsy than usual.

You walk your manmade path a few more times, ears trained for the sound of the door, before you sigh, wondering what could be taking him so long. The bright light of the city around you is slowly dimming, the sun beams illuminating your apartment with natural light gently morphing into a soft glow from the neon paint of the buildings below. You move to flip on the lamp lighting, the space around you humming with a peaceful radiance as you’re spurred to try one last distraction. Making your way into the cream coated kitchen, you reroute your attention to one of your favorite therapies: cooking. You try to recall the many lessons Jin had graced you with during his numerous visits to your home, along with the other boys, before they all flew off to perform in places unknown. You’d always gotten along with Jin pleasantly, his old sense of humor and shared love of crafting food two things you easily connected on.

His words of wisdom begin to float through your head as you yank out various ingredients to prepare something Yoongi has labeled a beloved meal many times before. You begin slicing and dicing, panfrying and sautéing, throwing yourself into the wonderfully encompassing fog of aromas swimming through the air around you. For the first time all day, your distraction tactic seems to be having some progressive effects, subduing your thoughts to almost incoherence, the unrelenting tug of your attention becoming sedated within the world of food.

It’s when the short round of buzzing sharpens against the counter next to you that you’re drawn from your daze, the loud sizzling of the marinated meat in the skillet almost dousing out the competing noise. You jolt, hand stumbling to drop the chopsticks held between your fingers as you reach out to grip the vibrating device.

Tiny Tot: I was trying to surprise you, but your door was locked -_-.

Tiny Tot: Are you home? I’ve tried knocking.

Tiny Tot: Babe, seriously. Starting to get some weird looks from your neighbors, over here. I look kinda creepy just standing outside your door. Can you pretty please let me in?

Your fingers shake against the hard glass of your phone screen, a stupid smile spreading like butter over your lips as you read the messages. He’s here, and standing just on other side of the door, the annoying opaque of the surface the only thing separating you from the beauty of his presence, real and physical in front of you, finally. No longer do miles of time changes and busy schedules hinder your ability to be next to him, to talk with him, to lay with him, to love him.

Abandoning your phone upon the counter once more, you scurry towards the door, hopping your momentum to a halt when you realize the food is still frying on the stove. You hustle back, cursing under your breath, and remove the pan from the burn of the eye, speedily double checking the chance of any more kitchen mishaps before pivoting and setting your sights on the golden, brass nob of your front door.

It feels like running a marathon as you push yourself forward, uncooperative feet stumbling over themselves as you go, hand preemptively outstretched until if finally collides with the doorknob, ecstatically trembling fingers encircling the cold metal and pushing until you hear a soft click! Pulling it recklessly towards you, the wooden obstruction is removed from your vision, replaced instead with the ethereal and dream-like picture of a tousled and travel worn Yoongi standing in the frame, his disheveled appearance still managing to pool the long-missed bubble of heat in your stomach.

“Hi,” he breathes relievedly, his eyes settling on you with wide wonder, as if he’s trying to take the scene before it disappears.

“Hi,” you say back, air pulsing oddly in your lungs, the brunt of your breath held captive in the rise of your chest.

“So you are home,” he confirms gently, rocking back and forth on his heels. The banter of his voice, taunting you with the tension of it, has you fighting a playful and excited grin at the corners of your twitching lips. You can see his own mouth mirror your squirm.

“So are you,” you add, your eyes glinting with building suspense. Yoongi smirks, the picture of it like walking the beach on a cool night, refreshing and sweet. “You know, you couldn’t have waited just a little longer to show up? I had dinner on the stove and-”

“Shut up,” Yoongi laughs, surging forward, his bags left to their own devices in the hall as his arms snake around the waist of your happily squealing figure. You laugh unashamedly and uncontrollably as Yoongi’s momentum walks your intwined bodies backwards, his lean and tall frame curling over yours as you wrap your eager arms around the line of his warm neck. Yoongi presses his face into the curve of your shoulder, his lips pecking a fervent greeting into the exposed skin under your lopsided t-shirt as you lean against him, your feet pushed onto tip-toes between the spread stance of his legs.

“Oh, how I missed you,” he murmurs earnestly against your hair, his hands finding purchase on the hills of your full hips, fingers digging tenderly into your side as if he’s attempting to solidify the reality of you against him. “So beautiful.”

You can’t contain your joy as your body bounces up and down in reaction to his arrival, the feeling of him in your arms again utterly rapturous. Your face hides itself in the valley of his chest and neck, the cool protrusion of his collarbone brushing your nose. The familiar and warm scent of him invades your senses, a drug to your addicted fervor, inhaling the soft cedar and vanilla of his skin.

It feels like it’s only been mere seconds, much too short for Yoongi’s liking, when you pull away from his embrace, face emerging to admire his own as his arms remain locked around your waist, tugging your hips against him. Your eyes trail the gentle slopes of his porcelain features, the months of difficult distance making his glowing presence in front of you all the more vivid and detailed. You rake your gaze over the sharp line of his jaw, the expanse of his smooth complexion coating the button-like curve of his nose and pale apples of his cheeks, the pastel pink of his plush lips curled into an attentive smile, and the golden-glinted brown of his deep-set eyes shining down at you. He’s something of another world, a specimen crafted for someone much more deserving than you, but by the grace of God, here he is in your arms, and your arms only.

"What’re you looking at?” you wonder aloud, watching the way his own eyes are carefully memorizing your face.

“You,” he answers simply, the quiet ease of his voice sending warm tingles down your spine. His eyebrows scrunch with obviously forced confusion. “Are you wearing chapstick?”

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” you ask, unable to contain the teasing amusement of your accusation in your smile, giggling against the sudden change of his expression, feigned wonder melting from his features as something more softly genuine fills its place.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks, eliciting more of the sweet giggles he so adores. Grinning sedately, Yoongi watches the way your face scrunches up, gentle features full of life as you laugh in his arms, the sound so much more satisfying in person than it is over the phone. Involuntarily, but full of want, Yoongi slowly raises a hand from your waist, his soft fingers coming to trail a tingling path along the arch of your neck, palm resting against your cheek as he brushes his thumb under the relaxing squish of your eye.

Your laughter fades, the air spilling into the sudden silence coated with an intimate warmth as Yoongi stares at you. Bated breath catches in your throat, the look in Yoongi’s eyes melting you into a pool of impatient anticipation as his tongue darts out to wet the pillow of his parted lips. His dark irises flit between your steady gaze and the waiting enticement of your mouth, the slow lean of his head to meet yours like millennia.

His lips pause over yours for a moment before he runs out of patience, pressing the cushion of his mouth against yours with deeply desiring affection. Your body goes limp at the feeling of his kiss, the absence of this mind-numbing connection for the past months leaving you completely subject to his touch, brain fogging as your entire being becomes slave to Yoongi’s lips.

The kiss is gentle, tender, satisfied without rough movement to express the sincere longing and love of Yoongi’s presence. He pushes and pulls against the unspoken give and take of your pout, the soft blanket of his mouth unlike any earthly bliss. His tongue carefully swipes along the flesh of your bottom lip, asking for solicitous entry to taste more of you, a request you instantly comply to. He slips past the gate of your mouth, painting lazy stripes of affection against you as his other hand raises to mirror the first, thumbs cooperatively caressing the skin of your cheeks as you mewl into the kiss.

Yoongi’s mouth curls against you, obviously grinning into the affects his lips have on you just before he pulls away, the soft sounds of your parting mouths igniting a heat in your stomach that you force into recession until later, too blissed-out by the gentle touch of Yoongi’s hands to demand more.

He rests his smooth forehead against yours, eyes studying your satiated and blithe expression with fondness. “So,” he whispers after a long, comfortable moment. “My woman made me dinner?”

Needless to say, his grip on you is broken by the playfully offended swat of your hands, back turning to saunter into the kitchen with a roll of your eyes.

“What?” Yoongi’s confused voice echoes after you. “I meant it as a compliment.”

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