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Lover’s Eye | ksj

Lover's Eye

— They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul. His just also happen to open the door to your heart.

Word Count: 5,448 Pairing: Kim Seokjin × Reader Contents: ANGST, roMANCE, FLUFF, dRAMA, PINING, star-crossed lovers 😭, oh the woes of being a woman in a historical period, misunderstandings being cleared uwu, KIM SEOKJINNN, Historical-ish AU (but with fictional places bc i didnt want to think of being historically accurate lol)

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A/N: IT’S LATE but happy birthday jinnie 😭💞💖💗 I wanted to write something for him, but I didn’t want to write about him leaving for the military bc it’s a bit on the nose, so here you guys go instead! it’s an old fic idea that i recently revamped lol

Fun fact! The concept is based on the Georgian tradition of having an accessory (necklace, brooch, bracelet, etc.) that depicts an image of the eyes or an eye of a secret lover, spouse, or other loved ones. This is often common for those in secret affairs, protecting their lover's identity but at the same time be able to express their love (and I think that's pretty uwu if ur star-crossed lovers ✋😭💞)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! 💗💗💗

Your paradise is an old ruin on the outskirts of the city—a once great fortress now left to rot a hundred years after its last great feat—but in that crumbling mess of stone and moss are remnants of beautiful memories you constantly rekindle for some semblance of a warmth long gone. The pleasant weather emanates most of the feeling—warm sunlight peeking through the overgrown trees and cool breeze caressing stray hairs away from your face.

It’s a spot under one of the trees where you usually tuck yourself into and leave the rest of the world behind for your own peace of mind. It offers the perfect amount of light and shade, and the wind doesn’t become too distracting as you dawdle about.

This place, after all, is lawless, and you do as you please. At times, you’d bring a book and a pen with you, idly writing your thoughts and doodling in the margins as you read. Other days you’d stroll through the abandoned halls and let yourself be lost in imagining what took place centuries past. Most times, however, you’d sit under your favorite tree, take out a pencil or maybe that small, worn metal box of your paints, and bring something to life onto your paper—like now.

Accompanied by nothing but the distant sounds of small land critters reaching your ears, your hands move the pencil about the paper at a leisurely pace without much thought. Time passes easily this way, you taking your time to draw out figures—a person, apparently.

Oh.

Your hands come to a stop as you finally realize what—who—you’ve drawn instinctively. A man stares back at you with a tousle of dark, fluffy hair atop his head, brushing gently over his brows. His plump lips were drawn to a small smile, and his eyes—oh, his eyes—were dark in color but the expression in them remains soft and kind, piercing right through you—through your heart.

He looks beautiful—but you don’t think you could ever do the real thing justice.

At your own making, Kim Seokjin stares back at you—nothing but charcoal on paper; a mere likeness you cannot feel the warmth of, and an endearing gaze you can only recall in your memories.

You find yourself fishing for something beneath your lace blouse—a familiar small, gold locket whose four corners your fingers know very well to hold. Opening it reveals an eye that, unlike the sketch you’ve drawn, is a bit more lifelike with its colors. The dark chocolate iris has light reflecting off of it like starlight, making it stand out amidst the rest of the miniature canvas.

Flitting between the sketch and the locket only leaves you more despondent in a feat of having his image engraved in your head lest you ever have the misfortune of forgetting it.

You couldn’t help but ponder to yourself, reminiscing the seven springs since you’ve last seen the man.

“Do you like it?”

Voice falling short of a whisper, struggling to find it in you to look at his face so you resort to asking for a verbal reaction. You watch as he endearingly compares the two lockets—one with his eye’s dark chocolate hue and the other with the (e/c) of yours. It had been fairly difficult to paint on such small canvases, but you managed to accomplish the feat.

“Absolutely, my love,” he croons, pressing a kiss atop your forehead before he clasps his locket around his neck. Without any hesitation, he does the same for you. Not long after, his fingers secure a gentle grip on your chin and guide your head upwards. For the first time since you two snuck off to meet tonight, your eyes meeting his, two almost-crescents twinkling as he gives you a smile—tender and loving with the hint of bittersweet sadness. “You’ve captured my handsomeness in the eye alone,” he jests despite himself, pride in his tone as he pulls you into an embrace. “How fortunate I have such a talented woman to immortalize me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “But of course,” you hum against his shirt, as you hug him just a little bit tighter. “You’re my only muse.”

The shake in your dwindling voice doesn’t elude your lover, making him pull away and, this time, cupping your cheeks to give them a pinch. “Don’t frown now,” he tuts, his thumbs playfully drawing a smile onto your lips. “You swore you wouldn’t.”

Seokjin’s eyes ruin his light-hearted facade—just as crestfallen as yours. For his sake, however, you do your best to oblige a smile, only to have them force tears from your eyes. A shaky sigh leaves his lips as your tears start flowing one after the other, and so he pulls you into his arms again, letting his shirt stain with your tears.

You take every second to engrave the feeling of his arms—his warmth—around you. “Come back to me,” your words are muffled by his shoulder but he hears it all the same.

“Of course,” he affirms, giving you a squeeze as he buries his nose into your hair. “I very much intend to.”

Kim Seokjin was an orphaned boy, found unconscious by the river outside the town and gladly taken in by the local baker and his wife who have been childless well into their years. He grew to be a handsome man, fawned over by even the ladies in your circle who often bemoaned about how unfortunate it was that he didn’t have anything to his name outside the bakery he’s set to inherit from his adoptive father.

You, however, accomplished what they couldn’t.

See, Kim Seokjin—one of the most revered bachelors in town—is your little secret. The man you sneak around with. The man you exchange knowing glances with. The man you’ve shared your heart with.

It was most unfortunate that the two of you were born into different classes. You are the third of four daughters in a particularly well-off family who owned and managed a relatively large farmland. Though your family ranks low amongst polite society, your mother, nearly driven mad into perfectionism, strictly wanted all of her daughters to marry well. This became the very reason why you’ve kept the fact that you and baker Kim’s son are lovers.

It was most fortunate, however, that your two elder sisters successfully secured themselves husbands for their future and the family, especially when your late father succumbed to his illness during one particularly harsh winter. Occupied with the adjustments of passing the family business to your eldest sister and her husband, your mother’s pressure with suitors eventually loosened (just a little) when it came to you and your youngest sister, who shared your distaste with the forced matches. This made it all the more easier to see Seokjin, who often came around under the excuse of his father’s bakery that got their supply of dry ingredients from your family’s company.

It was him who found the ruins—him who brought you there one night and the two of you spent the night watching the stars.

It was him who revived your love for art—him who gifted you a makeshift palette of paints and urged you to paint when you were told to forget about your passion.

It was him who left you—him who decided to seize the opportunity to be an apprentice to the royal chef and asked you to make something for him to remember you by (hence, the lockets).

The two of you swore you'd stand the test of time, distance, and everything else the universe will throw your way. Of course, such things were always easier said than done. Misfortune found its way to the path and now… well, now you’re quite unsure of what it holds for you—or him.

Here you are, seven years have passed—no Kim Seokjin aside from the ones you've put on paper and canvas.

Does he still look the same after all these years?

Did he keep his locket close to his heart, too?

Did he ever stare into the likeness of your eye and reminisce?

There are times resentment gets the better of you—questions of his love, of why he hasn't gone back to look for you, of if he ever even loved you any more—and time, itself, has made you weary, spent your tears, and tired your heart. It's gotten easier to bury memories of him, but times like this come where it rises from the depths in which you've left it. You walk the line of acceptance and delusion, indulging in your greatest "what if" while knowing the truth of your folly.

A sigh escapes your lips as you start to feel the tears stinging your eyes. You keep them at bay as you try to get yourself together. "That's enough for the day," you tell yourself, gathering your materials and slipping them into your satchel.

Another day ends with you leaving the ruins—your paradise—behind, along with all of the memories of your first love.

"A ball?"

Before you, your youngest sister, Emma, nods enthusiastically as your eldest sister, Jane, offers you a kind smile. "We thought it'd be lovely for you to join," she says, squeezing your hand, pleading. "Anne will be here by then, too, and we'll be complete."

Your heart aches for your sisters, but while you love them very much…

“You know my sentiments about polite society,” you couldn’t help but sigh, sarcasm dripping in “polite” as you know well of the vipers that hide beneath their pristine facades.

See, the truth of you and your relationship with Seokjin was discovered six or so years ago by your mother. The resulting conflict led to your disownment and the death of your reputation in the eyes of the social circle, who stared at you with scrutiny, jealousy, and disdain wherever you went.

Emma and Jane looked at you in pity—something you absolutely distaste, but you know it would never leave their eyes even if you told them to. Still, however, your eldest sister brings out a piece of paper—an invitation. “It’ll be fine,” she assures you, “It’s a masquerade ball.”

“No one would know,” Emma eagerly supplies, wielding puppy dog eyes and a pout against you.

You look at the two of your sisters—who have missed you since all these years, who have given you support in secret, who have urged you to return to the family since your late mother’s passing two years ago. You only manage to meet them a day every other week, your stubborn drive to make something of yourself occupying most of your days with your jobs.

The cursive words on the card look back at you, almost expectantly. Wearing a mask sounds promising, but the luxury of it all—finding a gown to wear, attending the extravagant party, following the strict etiquette—is all too much now for the simpler life you’ve lived in the past years. They remind you of a suffocating, restricting part of your life.

On the other hand, however, your heart strings are tugged for your sisters.

With a sigh, you set the invitation down and turn back to your sisters who anticipate your response. “How am I even supposed to afford a decent dress for myself?” you say, brow raised, but the signs of defeat bring grins onto their lips.

“We’ll gladly take care of that, dear,” Jane assures you as Emma excitedly giggles, leaving her seat to hug you.

Their warmth coaxes a smile from your lips. Anything for them.

“Anything for them, you say?” you grumble to yourself with a muffled groan as you stand amongst a crowd all chattering amongst themselves, while you stand there all by your lonesome.

The night of the much awaited ball, you stayed at the estate for the first time in years. The maids delivered to you a beautiful gown of gentle green with delicate white lace trims. Along with it was a white mask with vines and flowers sculpted around it. It took a while for you to get ready, but by the end of it, your hair was beautifully pinned up with a few pearls and faux white flowers.

The four of you—your second elder sister having arrived with her husband a few days before—meet at the living room, all happy smiles at the notion of being together again. Of course, having their husbands in tow, all of you had to split between two carriages on the way to Fairford Manor.

Which brings you here now.

Alone, because as all of your sisters have gotten married (yes, even your youngest sister has now also found herself a man), that means as the song for the waltz played, all couples go to the center and dance together.

“They say the chandelier was a gift from Queen Irene herself. Isn’t that fascinating, my lady?”

You hold back a grimace. “Quite so,” you politely say in feign interest, so as to not offend the man next to you. You don’t know who the old man is, but while he's been nice to have struck a conversation with you, if you planned to spend your evening with history lessons, you’d go to a library.

“Have you eve—”

“Good evening.”

A tall stranger approaches you both, clad in a black suit embroidered with silver thread and a black mask covering his full face. Your brows raise as the man offers you his hand. “If I may,” he courtesies, “I’d like to ask the lady for a dance?”

Looking around, it seems that the second dance has indeed begun. A part of you is relieved at the sweet release from boredom, but then again, you don’t know this man either. Something does, however, urge you to take his hand before you can even think about it.

For a moment, his hand in yours leaves you befuddled. Warm they were, and… No. Nonsense.

“I’d be delighted to,” you force a smile, now that you’ve doomed yourself to accept the invitation.

The two of you join the circle of people who came to dance to the next song. While your hand remains in his, you gingerly—awkwardly—place your other hand on the man’s shoulder. His other hand found purchase at the small of your back, as you both began to follow the tune and waltz. You thank your body for remembering the arduous years of having to study dances—you’ve yet to step on your partner’s feet!

You find yourself looking up to meet eyes with the stranger. The close distance has allowed you a better look into his eyes, and they knock the air out of you. Dark irises you’ve seen so many times before stare back at you with a knowing familiarity.

Is it—can it really be him?

“A frown doesn’t suit you, my lady,” he says, and his voice alone—soft and light-hearted as always—dooms your suspicions. With the mask obscuring his face, you find it hard to decipher his emotions. Has time rid you of knowing what his eyes speak after so long?

Your heart races and aches in a flurry of emotions, but for his sake and yours, you resist the urge to storm out of the ballroom. You wonder if he can sense your panic—if he could see your eyes glassy with unshed tears. “So, you’ve come back,” you dully say, tearing your eyes from him to spare yourself any more pain.

“A bit later than intended, I know,” he tells you as he guides you through the dance.

Too late, your pain screams. Too late. Too late—

Your teeth bite down at your lip, and you sentence yourself to silence until the last note of the song. Without another word, you hastily courtesy and leave him on the dancefloor, glaring at the marbled floors all the way out of the manor. Hushed whispers follow you, but they are nothing you haven’t privy your heart to. In fact, you’ve expected the gossiping—but him? Kim Seokjin, your first love, right before you when you’ve spent seven years without him?

He’s a blow to your heart you hadn’t anticipated—a bomb amongst mere arrows.

A sob finally escapes your lips as you reach the stairs that lead to a pathway to the gates, forcing you to shed your mask when they stick to your skin and get in the way of your tears. The cold night air nips your skin, but you’ve been shaking for far longer than the moment you stepped outside.

Your melancholy has you nearly stagger off the stairs, but a hand grabs a secure hold of your elbow before you could fall. You pathetically look up to your supposed savior—Kim Seokjin, sans the black mask. How fortunate.

“(Y/N)—”

“Don’t,” you grit through your teeth.

It’s a surreal sensation—bittersweet, really—to finally see the real thing when you’ve spent years longing for your drawings and paintings to become it. Yet, here your old flame was now—alive in a way your art could never atone—and all the yearning turned into a forest fire across your whole being.

Soft thumbs wipe away your tears, a feeling that makes you instantly flutter your eyes closed. “It’s unfair,” you find yourself whimpering your thoughts aloud. “Why does it feel like I’m the only one suffering?”

Years of scrutiny and hopelessness all reap the seeds of misery they sowed in you, all of them coming alive to ensnare you and drag you to the depth now that the sole reason for it all presents himself to you—the man you loved, the man you left your family for, the man you stayed in this damned city for even as it rots you from the inside out.

“What makes you say that?”

Seokjin’s words coax you to open your eyes. Through blurred tears, you come to realize he’s closer now, his eyes swimming with tears like yours—the sight of which softens your furrowed brows. Still, it’s not enough to satiate the years of contempt that brewed within you. “Time seems to have been kinder to you, is all,” you bitterly say, taking in his suit ensemble that you could immediately tell was expensive.

Your words hurt Seokjin, you know it well, but in a childish feat, you hope it does. “I’ve worked hard for it,” he argues, a frown tugging his lips down. “You know nothing of what I’ve been through.”

“So do you,” you say, reaching to remove his hands from your face and walking down what steps remain on the stairs.

You have no doubts of his accomplishments. He had always been able to do what he set his mind to and do so flawlessly. Perhaps, it is this that also prods at the green-eyed monster within you, who envies to see that while you may have both suffered, he’s more triumphant in his feats than you were.

Ever the better person out of the two of you, Seokjin tries to bring you to reason. He follows you out to the manor grounds. “Then make me understand,” he pleads, managing to take your hands into his and effectively stop you in your tracks yet again. “Don’t run away from this—from me.”

Seokjin’s eyes never leave yours and you find it hard for yourself to look away now. Damn it all. His eyes have always done away with you and your stubborn resolve.

“Mother found out,” you find yourself telling him, lips quivering yet again.

Through the next months after Seokjin’s apprenticeship began at the capital, you would get your news of him through his mother, who always had that knowing glint in her eyes about the two of you before he had left. Both your worries and excitement could fill an ocean, and that made the two of you much closer as you both waited for every letter from Seokjin.

It was a year or so in, however, your mother discovered his letters to you. You remember the sheer dread that washed over you when you saw her at your vanity table, reading the letters Seokjin directly addressed to you.

"Mother…"

You stood frozen by the door, part of your nightgown bunched in your hands as you watched your mother grip the letter tightly with only one thing in her eyes—fury. The moment she looked up and met your eyes through the mirror, chills ran down your spine. "What did I lack for you to have done this treachery to me, (Y/N)?" she said, voice eerily steady and sharp that it makes you flinch.

Willing yourself to step forward, you try to gently reason with her. "Mother, love mustn't have boundaries," you say, “Seokjin is—”

"Love is an illusion, (Y/N)," your mother spat, standing from the chair with such force that it toppled over. “These,” she waves a letter to your face, “These are nothing but lies.”

"It's not—"

"This boy may have you fooled, but not me," your mother claims, tearing the letter in her hands before your eyes, the sight of which sets you a blaze in panic.

"No!" you cry out and run to her, grasping her hands to try and save the other letters from the same fate. "Stop it, please! Stop!"

Your mother looks at you in outrage as you cry over the torn pages of your lover’s words, clutching the letters you managed to get a hold of close to your heart. "You'd waste yourself for that baker's boy?!" she bellowed, "What else can he give you aside from his looks, hm? Nothing!"

"I don't give a damn about what he can't give!" you scream back, anger now flowing through your veins. "I love him and he loves me—unconditionally. I'm not throwing what we have away simply because he doesn't fit you greedy ide—"

A slap damns you to silence.

"How dare you?" your mother sneers, seething. "How will you live then, hm? In the slums with nothing to eat?"

Her underestimation of commoners infuriates you. "The Kims get by just fine mother," you hiss, standing to stare her down with a glare. "Your obsession with luxury blinds you to the beauty in their simple lives."

Your mother glares back, crossing her arms. "Then I'll simply have you see things my way," she declares with such sureness that it unsettles you.

"What do you mean?"

"No daughter of mine marries a commoner," she says the words with such disgust that it stabs your heart with pain. "You'll marry Lord Jung's son, and then you'll see just how much better life is!"

Jung Hoseok, you remember him. A kind, bright boy you played with as a child—son to one of your late father’s greatest investors. He’s heir to his father’s brewery business. You can see why, in your mother’s eyes, he’s a perfect candidate for marriage.

Even so, you can't stomach the thought of betraying Seokjin—let alone attempting to unlove him.

"Then, I'll be no daughter of yours."

Your mother's visibly taken aback, her furious eyes that had seemed so sure before falter upon hearing your words. "What?"

Tears sting your eyes as you shake but you stand your ground. "If it disgusts you to have a daughter who loves a commoner, then I'll do you a favor, Lady (L/N)," you tell her, fishing for a coat in your closet, as well as the satchel that kept your locket and the makeshift palette Seokjin gifted you among other things.

"You would leave the family for that boy?"

You could no longer bear the noose this life has around your neck. "A single inch of Kim Seokjin has made me feel more love, seen, and supported than you ever could," you claim, as you don on your coat. Another glare and you finally tell your mother the truth that you and your sisters have all been thinking of for years. "Your expectations and dreams have doomed us all to terrible, unhappy ends."

In many ways, your mother had killed all of you.

Jane, the eldest, while her husband was a good man, lives in his shadow. You like to think she was a genius, if she hadn’t been shackled to be a woman like all of you were. She longed to take care of the family estate and business herself, but that power’s been passed to her husband.

Anne—sweet Anne—who loved to read about plants, was married off to a count from a neighbouring kingdom. Your mother didn’t care about the rumors of his infamous infidelity—-didn’t care that your sister was doomed to be all alone, so far from home.

And, young Emma, whose imagination knows no bounds, wanted to write stories, but mother burned her manuscripts when she found out about her intentions to publish them.

"Everything I do, I do for all of you," your mother growled.

"You do it for yourself," your words smack her nearly as hard as she did. "You'd rather have our hearts and souls die to fit your perfect picture, than be happy."

"Happiness isn't everything—"

"I'd rather die than live without happiness."

This shocks her enough into silence that it gives you time to storm out of the room—of the estate.

Seokjin’s eyes were wide as you told him of what had transpired that night. He seems as if he had something to say, but he withholds his words until you finish your side of the story.

The two of you walk in the night, side by side with a distance drawn by an invisible line between you both. “I came to the bakery the moment I left,” you tell him, “but even then, my misery doesn’t end.”

That night, certain of your disownment, you made a run for the Kims' bakery. Imagine your surprise when you found the establishment abandoned. No more bread of all shapes, forms, and flavors displayed. No more gentle conversation between Mr and Mrs Kim. No more kind smiles to welcome you into the abode.

Everything was gone.

“I don’t know what happened,” you say, shivering yet again—this time from the cold. Seokjin wordlessly sheds his black overcoat, the silver threads embroidered into it glinting in the moonlight as he did. For a moment, you’re silent, words unable to escape you as he drapes his coat over your shoulders.

This makes it all the more difficult to meet his eyes, you forcing yourself to look at the forest ahead. “I…” you wet your lips as you ease your breathing. “I barely had any money with me, but one of our old maids thankfully took me in.”

Helen remains to be someone dear to your heart. “It was also her who helped me find something to make a living with,” you say, a soft smile on your face at the memory of going through town with Helen to look for jobs. In the end, she was able to help you become an assistant seamstress to a kind over to a dress shop.

After months of working, you finally had enough to look for him where you last knew he was. “The first of my plans was to earn enough money to go to the capital,” you murmur, your smile fading at the memory of what took place there when you arrived. “Alas,” you bitterly laugh, “you weren’t there anymore.”

It took you days to even manage to ask a member of the royal kitchen staff about what happened to Seokjin, and as it turns out, he quit from his post some time after you were disowned. Next to you, Seokjin grimaces, sighing as he shakes his head. “I,” he stammers, “I had already been under a lot of pressure, and…”

It seemed to be his turn reminiscing. “My parents came to the capital all of a sudden,” he began, “they said Lady (L/N) told them to get out of the city at your request—said that you were getting married to another and you didn’t want anything that reminded you of me.”

Your heart dropped at the news. When did your mother orchestrate such a scheme?

You recall that before that night, the last you had seen of Mr and Mrs Kim had been a week or so. Had your mother known about you and Seokjin for much longer before you discovered her in your room?

Tears return to your eyes, and you find yourself clutching Seokjin’s coat tightly in your hands. A newfound hatred for your mother burns in you, but a part of you still found fault in Seokjin’s predicament. “Seven years,” your words tremble. “I’ve waited seven years for you to come back—stayed a commoner here even as they slander me behind my back because I didn’t want you to not find me. Why didn’t you come for me sooner?”

Until the end, you were your mother's disappointment. Even your youngest sister, who had no plans of getting married, was now with child, having gotten married to the heir to a publishing company last summer. You, on the other hand, denied any man who came to ask for your hand—who all told you how fortunate you were that they’re even asking a desolate spinster like you.

You could feel Seokjin’s gaze from beside you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look into them and see what they held. A sigh resounds from him, so filled with regret and anguish. “I lost my way for a while,” he confesses, “when I heard your supposed husband was an heir, I was angry. I poured my heart and my time into making something of myself—I got back to the royal kitchen, I got employed under a ducal family, and then I delved into business.”

He looks up at the moon, like it’d give him more strength for his confessions. “I planned to come back here and show you all of that, I…” he shakes, “I wanted you to regret leaving me.”

You find it hard to imagine Kim Seokjin, who was always so mature and certain of himself, be so unsure and lost, and yet the emotions his words carry are proof of it. A part of you feels betrayed that he thought you would believe such a thing, but you know well how emotions can cloud a person’s reason.

The two of you came to a stop when he stood before you, seizing your hands yet again since the manor’s staircase. A hand came to tilt your chin towards him. “When I finally came here,” Seokjin earnestly looked at you, “I can’t begin to imagine the relief and joy I felt to find out you never got married at all, but I… I also know what a fool I’ve been.”

A glint of that well-known determination is in his eyes as he fishes for something pinned beneath his waistcoat. “When I saw you at the ball, I knew I had to at least try if I had even a small chance to be with you again.”

In his hands was his locket, one that revealed your eye in the midst of it. At that moment, your eyes yet again shine with tears—this time, happier than the previous ones. Your heart swells, not enough to quell your pain, but still enough to comfort your broken heart—to embrace it and say “I’m here, I’ll never leave again.”

Before you is a familiar view, you now realize it as you look around what surrounded you both. Walking down the memories of the past lead you to the place where you both shared most of it—the ruins.

A small smile makes it to your lips. “Do you remember the last time we were here?” you ask him, and watch as he, too, came to recognize where you two were. The smile that befalls him is precious, as he nods.

You find yourself squeezing his hand in yours, taking a step forward to lessen the gap between you both. You stare into his eyes—see how softly and kindly they gaze at you. “You are my only muse,” you say, echoing the words you told him seven springs ago as your fingers reach for the locket you kept tucked between your dress and corset. “The one who gave me strength amidst my misery.”

Seokjin encloses his right hand with yours, both of them containing your respective lockets, as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering close. “You’re my muse, too,” he swore under his breath as he leaned in and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

You smile, the cracks in your heart slowly but surely being melded back together from his warmth.

Here you are, seven years have passed—Kim Seokjin very much alive and within arm’s reach, proving what you thought during that dreadful night to be true. You can never unlove him.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632

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You were surprised to hear those three little words that you thought you might never hear from him. You stared at him, not being able to say anything else. His eyes locked with yours and he too, didn’t say anything for a while.

“(Y/N), please, say something…” He breathed. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, I won’t do anything if—”

You quickly hold yourself up with your arms, reconnecting your lips with his. As if he got the greenlight, he moved his hand to your back pulling you to him. Adjusting yourself, you moved to his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist as and your arms around his neck. He continued to kiss your neck, where he left before making his lips to your collarbone. His warm hands slipped under your sweater, lightly lifting it up before giving your skin a gentle squeeze. Everything was happening all at once. You felt the adrenaline flowing inside of you, every inch of your body awake, needing to feel every inch of Hoseok’s. You lift the hem of his sweater before he could quickly, voluntarily took off his sweater and throwing it on the floor. His hand holding your back as he gently lay you back down on the bed. His lips still working on your neck, every sound that you make just makes him wants you more. His hand slowly slipped under the fabric of our shorts and your panties. He suddenly felt your hand on his, as if you were stopping him from moving forward.

“What?” Hosoek asked, catching his breath.

“I just…” You mumbled out, your brain can’t even process what you want to say to him.

“Just take it slowly… okay?” You whimpered.

Hoseok looked into your eyes before he nodded. He knew exactly what you meant by that.

This was your first time.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel good baby.” He said, before slowly pressing his lips back onto your neck. You moaned for air feeling his lips sucking our neck and his fingers brushing against you.

“Open your legs for me baby.” Hosoek whispered, and you did exactly just that.

He suddenly you can feel his finger slowly sliding in, and your hadn quickly gripped his shoulder, moaning, gasping.

“It’s okay… I’ll take it slow…” He assured you. You swallowed hard as you felt him moving his fingers slowly. You let out whimpers, feeling him working on your neck and your dowon under. You thought your body would burst and yoru mid would explode at any minute. Pulling your sweater up, he made his lips way to your exposed chest. Making your body tingle when his tongue played with yoru breast. He continued making his way down, kissing your stomach before he made his way to your under.

You took off your sweater and kicked off your shorts as he too slipped down and threw his pants.

“I’m going to make you feel really good okay, baby?” He breathed, and you just nodded your head with your eyes closed. When you opened them, you can see Hosoek’s body was covered shining with his sweat, his muscle bulging out, he looked crazily attractive. Once he slid himself inside you. You let out a whimper and he quickly silenced you by connecting his lips to yours.

“Easy, baby… easy…” He breathed and you just let out a quiet whimper and moans. He slowly, rocked his hips back and forth, you felt your body burning, gripping his shoulder, holding out the pain and pleasure. Everytime you moaned out his name, you could feel his hips moving faster, and your nails just dig into his back.

“Hoseok…” You moaned.

“I’m here baby, I’m here.” He told you, placing his hand on your cheek. You held on to his hand as he continued to rock your body back and forth.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop for me.” You begged him and he just just made his movements more faster. Hoseok’s lips found its way back to you, kissing you aggressively and passionately.

Hoseok worked on your body without fail. He gave you the feeling of pleasure, but like he promised he made you feel so good about yourself. He gave you feels, that you never thought you would feel. He shown you that love, pain and pleasure can work together. He didn’t care about the things you were insecure about, in his eyes you were perfect for him. He called out your name now and then, as if saying your name was the addiction to his mouth other than your lips. He kept on kissing you, as if your breath was the only source of air in this world. He nibbled down to your skin as if it’s the sweetest thing he ever tasted. He didn’t find anything on you that was less than perfect. He adored every in of your body, even the parts of you that you hated.

As soon as he finished up, and let it all on your stomach. He lays beside you, pulling your closer to him, before you could burry your face on his neck.

“Did I make you feel good?” He asked, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You didn’t know if it’s because of the activity or his question, but you nodded yoru head as a reply.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“My legs feels numb…” You told him, and he laughed.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized and you pulled you face so that you can see him.

He gave you a warm smile before he could tuck strands of hair behind your ear. Placing his warm hand onto your hot cheek, he leaned in so he could kiss your lips. His kiss was more passionate and soft at this point. He pulled away from your lips before he could plant a kiss on your forehead.

“You should get some sleep, I’m sure I tired you out.” He said, getting comfortable under the sheets.

You nodded your head, burying your face on his neck before you could nibble onto his neck lightly. Hosoek pulled his face before looking down to you as you peeked up to look at him.

“Don’t…” He growled and you bit your bottom lip, smiling cheekily at him.

“Okay…”

“Sleep.” He said.

“I don’t want to.”

“Why?” He asked.

You didn’t answer. Hoseok just looked deeply into your eyes, before you could trail down onto his lips and back into his eyes. He raised his eyebrow, but you can feel his face leaning closer to you. His lips ghosted on yours, teasing you to lean into him. But you quickly grabbed his face, pulling it close to you before crashing his lips with yours. You felt his hadns moving to the side of your hips, moving your weight so that you’re on top of him.

You woke up as the sunlight starts illuminating your room. Your heavy eyes flutters open, feeling every parts of your body sore and your throat dry. Lift your head from your pillow before turning your head to the side to see Hoseok’s back facing you, still sound asleep. Images of last nights event flashes in our mind, rememberin every detail of it. You slowly moved your legs but it was no use because it so sore, so you decided to stay in bed for a little longer. You scooted closer to Hoseok, before he could turn around and his arms suddenly wrapped around you.

“Hoseok…?” You croaked out.

He grunted and you just giggled.

“Are you awake?” You asked him, your hand touching his face.

“I wish, I’m still asleep…” He grumbled. You giggled to his response before you could carefully lean closer to his face and kissed his lips lightly.

“Good morning.” You said to him warmly.

“Good morning…” He replied in a husked voice. slowly opening his heavy eyes. As he caught sight of you, he can never lie that you looked really beautiful underneath the sunlight, raying from your bedroom curtains. Your hair was a mess, but to him you still looked sexy as hell. Your face glows bright, with a hint of redness on your cheeks. Hoseok then placed his hand on the side of you hip.

“You look so godly beautiful…” Hoseok smiled warmly to you.

You smiled from ear to ear, biting your bottom lip as you felt your cheeks heating up. You buried your face onto his chest before you could feel his lips kissing the top of your head.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, as his hand tucked the strands of hair behind your ear.

“How was I supposed to sleep? You didn’t even let me!” You pointed, blushing.

“Well you asked for it!” he fired back and you could feel your whole face turned red out of embarrassment. He watched you as your turn yourself to the otherside, slipping out of hoseok’s embrace and buried your face on you pillow, pulling your blanket closer to you. Hoseok moved himself closer to you, slowing pulling the blankets down until he can look into yoru eyes. They looked bright, as if it was showing your happiness.

“I didn’t overwork you, did I?” Hosoek asked, his eyes, moving to every corner of your face. He just found it perfectly beautiful

You slowly shook your head, peeking out of the blanket. “No… I don’t think you did.” You told him, and you could see the smirk on his face as you answered him.

“Oh, you want me to tire you off right now?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you’re your cheek. As you let out a soft sigh, he worked his way down to your jawline. You moved your hand to his shoulder, clawing his back holding off your moans. You couldn’t hold your moans once his lips started to track down from yoru neck to your collarbone, which has marks from last night.

Before he could continue to do anything else, the sound of a stomach grumbled came out of nowhere.

Hoseok looked up to you who was looking at the ceiling of your room.

The both of you burst out into laughter.

“You’re hungry?” He asked. And you just nod your head.

“Well, let’s get to breakfast and get yourself the energy before we do anything else.” He joked, kissing your lips before pushing the covers over the both of you, leveing you out exposed.

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tiny-taepot · 7 years

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Arranged (Taehyung/Jimin)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count:1,150

Request: Angst arranged marriage?But fluff ending with yoongi or taehyung? Hehehe 💋

Summary: He was a womanizer not ready to let go of his single life, she was a girl in love with the man of her dreams but not the one she is intended to marry

A/n: I keep on seeing arranged marriage fanfics around, I don’t mind though I like reading angst lol~Joy

Part One//

Jimin and you have been dating for quite awhile now, almost two years and tonight you were going to finally introduce him to your parents. You were always scared of showing your parents boyfriends that you first started to date because you knew that they would just scold you if it wasn’t meant to be serious. Jimin was always wanted to marry you, he wanted to start a family with you, he knew he wanted this to be serious. He never told you about his fantasies of his future with you because he thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship like that. “Jagi do you think your parents will like lilacs or daisies?” He asked as you turned over to smile at him gently.

“You don’t have to get them flowers” You reminded him, as he shook his head lightly.

“How am I suppose to impress my in-laws then? First impressions are everything” He smiled brightly at the thought of calling your parent’s his in-laws.

“Jimin, you’ll do fine. My parents won’t care about the flowers, they care about the boy that is gonna marry me” You smiled brightly, accepting the thought of Jimin’s thought of marriage.

“So is that a yes? So we could possibly marry?” Jimin excitedly asked as you laughed softly.

“Maybe” You smiled brightly, “let’s see where tonight takes us and then I’ll think about it.”

Dinner was awkward at first, Jimin and you were holding hands as your parents gave disapproving looks. “Y/n, honey, I want you to know that we have nothing against you and Jimin it’s just you can’t marry him” Your mother explained softly, as you held Jimin’s hand tighter.

“Why not? He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a son, smart and he has a good stable life” You explained, as Jimin gave a tiny smile.

“Yes he is a very good secure boy...but he’s just not for you, Jimin is not fit to marry you.” She explained as you started to get more and more frustrated.

“So if Jimin can’t marry me then who else do you see fit to fill the role?” You asked, as your mother smiled.

“Taehyung, Kim Taehyung” She smirked, as Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Y/n, who’s that?” Jimin asked a sharp pang of jealousy hit him.

“I’m not even sure who that is, so you’re telling me you’d rather I marry a stranger than my very own boyfriend?” You asked, shocked with your parents.

“He’s no stranger, he’s that little boy who used to come over to play with you in the gardens.” Your mother smiled, thinking of the times when you were just a child and you depended on your mother the most. “Oh, how I miss those days.”

“Mom you can’t suggest I marry someone who I haven’t talked to in years, it’s been seventeen years!” You raised your voice.

“Y/n! Don’t raise your voice to your mother” Your father's voice rumbled, as you let out a huff.

“Mr. L/n, Mrs. L/n? If I might say something, I love your daughter with all my heart and I hope this doesn’t sound weird but I want to marry your daughter and I was hoping if this thing with Taehyung could you know, stop?” He asked, as your father focused his eyes at Jimin, making Jimin cower back into his seat.

“A man who interrupts the family discussion of the women he loves is not worthy to marry my daughter.” Your father harshly yelled as you stood up hands on the table.

“So a stranger that I’ve only talked to once is worthy to marry me?” You fought back.

“Y/n, I know his father if you two marry we would have a wonderful business proposition” Your father explained, as you scoffed.

“So I’m just an investment to your shitty company?” You clicked your tongue.

“Y/n! Language!” Your mother scolded, as your father sat back down.

“That “shitty” company is what has kept you fed and clothed for twenty-two years of birth.” Your father replied.

“Whatever, I don’t care because if you won’t let me marry Jimin then I’ll run away.” You boldly yelled, as your mother gasped.

“Y/n! Don’t think of such things.” Your mother scolded.

“And what money will you live off of? You don’t have a stable job, last time I checked I am the one paying your schooling!” Your father fought back, as you bit your lip in lost of words. “Y/n don’t be stupid, and just dump your boyfriend.”

“You know I’m still here right?” Jimin asked, as he felt his heart break, his first time meeting your parents and your parents were already trying to marry you to a different man.

“I love Jimin” You cried, as you held tightly on Jimin’s hand for comfort.

“I’m sorry dear, but you guys can’t be together.” Your father softly explained, his temper now cooled down.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, now say goodbye to your now ex boyfriend.” Your mother said, as you took Jimin by the hand and walked him to the door.

“I’m so sorry you had to witness that, you didn’t need to hear that,” You told Jimin as he smiled softly, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into a kiss.

“It’s okay, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me” Jimin smiled, as he finally let go “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You woke up, stretching your arms as you let out a yawn. You finished washing your face as you headed downstairs to hear the sound of chatter, you froze looking at the calendar only to be struck with confusion. Today wasn’t a Friday so your mom wasn’t having tea with her friends, today was a Saturday where she would go to visit the temples to pray. You walked back to your room, changing into a blue dress that went down to your knees and the sleeves that stopped just about your elbows. Coming through your hair, you walked down to see your mother, as she smiled to you, thanking the heavens that you didn’t walk down with your pj’s and messy bun.

“Ah this is my daughter Y/n, as you can tell she works very hard to not look like a slob every day” Your mother joked, as you laughed lightly as well.

“Oh that’s wonderful, your daughter is very beautiful” The lady complimented, as you thanked her. You heard a knock on the door as one of your maids went to go get the door, she came back with a boy around your age with light blonde hair that was clearly dyed, as he gave a little smirk and a wink to your direction. “Ah and this is my son, why don’t you introduce yourself sweetie.”

“I would love to” He smiles, his voice deep, but still very sweet “My name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung” Your eyes widen, as you drop your phone.

“What?”

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apriorisea · 5 years

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Apriori Sea MASTER Masterlist ;)

--Hi everyone! In order to stay under the link limit 😂I’ve created Masterlists for each individual member, all of which I have linked here! Please be patient while I try to get on top of all of this, and please let me know if anything ever doesn’t work right and I’ll do my best to fix it! Thank you, you are all so lovely! 💜💕

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Kisses and Snuggles - SJ JH NJ JM TH JK

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taehyungiestummy · 4 years

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Return to Paradise -- Chapter Twenty

Masterlist Previous Next

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3211

“Okay Hobi, I wanted to get to know you better,” I bring my legs up, folding them under myself. “I use your nickname, but I know I’m not as close to you like the others. I truly am sorry.”

“No worries, kid,” Hoseok pats my head. “Balancing seven guys as your friends, one is bound to not be as close.”

“Now, we can change that,” I smile. “I don’t know how to start this, though, because I do know you somewhat.”

“My jagi is shy,” Taehyung grabs my hand. “Tell her about your family, hyung.”

“Oh, I can do that,” Hoseok smiles. “Well, I have an older sister, and a loving mother and father.”

“I have an older sister too,” I giggle. “Are you close with your mom or dad?”

“I am very close with my mom. She’s fought to life me up, and I work hard because that’s how she taught me to be. I talk to her whenever I can. She gives me the best advice.”

“Man, I wish I was close with one of my parents. With four other siblings, they had to split up their attention a lot. My older brother and sister were the ones who were around a lot for me, while my parents spent a lot of time with my younger siblings. Not saying that they didn’t give me attention. They did when it mattered, and for that I am grateful. Now, they don’t care if I travel like this. Oh my, I am so sorry. I rambled,” I cover my face with my free hand.

“No, I liked it,” Hoseok chuckles, tapping my hand. “You are cute when you talk like that. Passionate talking, that’s it.”

“I know,” Taehyung pulls my hand away from my face. “She just thinks she’s annoying, and that is far from the truth.”

I sigh, “That’s what I’ve been told, so now I believe it. Rambling like I do, getting all excited, is frowned upon. That’s why I am sorry and am so closed off.”

“Well, ramble all you like,” Hoseok grins. “To me, and all the other boys. We are your family and will always be there for you. We love to hear you happy and excited about things.”

“Yeah, talk all you want,” Taehyung kisses my cheek. “We will listen.”

“No,” I pout. “I’m supposed to be learning about Hobi, not Hobi learning about me.”

“It should go both ways,” Hoseok ruffles my hair. “What topic is up next?”

“Um, I don’t know,” I giggle. “Tae, pick the topic again, please.”

“Oh,” Taehyung chuckles. “Let’s see, you can talk about music.”

“That’s good,” I nod. “Hobi, tell me about rapping.”

“Well, I had to teach myself to get into the group. I’m not blessed with the skill like Yoongi or Namjoon. You seem to have some skill for rapping. I pride myself in how good I am at it now.”

“That’s really cool. Teaching yourself to rap must have been hard. I’m glad I have three boys willing to teach me. I practice in the shower a lot, so I don’t have much skill.”

“Your rapping is really cute, regardless. You should do it more.”

“Oh, stop it,” I playfully slap his chest. “You were great at dancing to begin with?”

“Yes, that’s why I was considered for Bangtan.”

“I don’t want to get a normal job, the only one I would want is at a bookstore. I hope to be good enough at dancing to be backup for you guys.”

“You can do it. With how much you work at it now, I think that you can do it.”

“I could see you in a bookstore,” Taehyung says. “Helping people pick out books perfect for them. If that’s your dream, go for it.”

“Not really my dream,” I chuckle. “It would be fun. My dream is to have a library in my house with all the books I have because I have a lot of books.”

“You like to read, don’t you?” Hoseok asks. “You always bring a book with you when you come to watch us practice.”

“I love reading and writing, yes,” I nod. “Add video games into the mix too. When my hand starts hurting from writing, then I go to reading. I try to read as much as possible, but it’s hard with seven boys wanting my attention. And one of those seven boys always wants my attention for himself.”

“I mean, can you blame me?” Taehyung nuzzles his face into my shoulder.

“You are very pretty, Amber,” Hoseok pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you think he’ll be your one?”

“He is the one,” I push Taehyung’s face off my shoulder.

“I mean, you know,” he winks.

“Ah,” my face heats up, and I can’t think of anything to say.

“Hyung, you broke her,” Taehyung pouts. “That’s personal, and we aren’t there yet.”

“But you will be one day, yes?” Hoseok smirks. “Each other’s first, that’s cute.”

“Wait,” I turn to look at Taehyung. “First?”

Taehyung’s cheeks redden instantly. “Well, I mean, first girlfriend, so, yeah.”

“That’s great,” I smile so big. “That makes me feel special. One day.”

“You’re welcome,” Hoseok chuckles. “You two were made for each other. Soulmates, as they say. You’ll be together forever.”

“Thanks, Hobi,” I turn back to face Hoseok. “That means a lot. Now, back to talking about you. Taehyung, another topic please?”

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“Princess, are you feeling okay?” Taehyung places his hand on my knee.

I pull my gaze away from looking out the train window and look at Taehyung. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“You seem a little pale, and you haven’t had breakfast yet. Also, you are a lot quieter than normal. You usually talk with me when we’re alone like this. Are you nervous?”

“Um, I mean, yeah, a little,” I take a slow breath, not wanting to freak out.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll be by your side all day,” he gently squeezes my knee before pulling his hand away. “Now, how about eating something? If you don’t eat now, you will hungry and get angry easier.”

“What do you have?”

“I brought you a PopTart,” he reaches into his backpack and pulls out the shiny packaged breakfast treat. “I didn’t want to bring Korean food because I don’t know what you hate quite yet.”

I giggle, taking the PopTart from him. “You’ll learn once we live together.”

“Next year,” he leans over and gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll find us the perfect apartment to live in.”

I open my PopTart, taking one out. “I’m sure you will.”

“I can’t wait for our date that you planned,” he leans back.

I take a bite of my hot fudge sundae PopTart. “You’ll love it.”

“Can you give me some hints to what it will be like?”

I shake my head, “Nope.”

“Fine,” he pouts. “Keep eating,” he pushes my PopTart up to my mouth.

I take a bite, slapping his hand.

“Aish, no hitting.”

“Sorry, I know you’re fragile. No more hitting.”

“You seem a lot better now. I’m glad you are relaxing.”

“It’s thanks to you,” I smile. “You know just what to do to get my emotions under control. I love you for it.”

“Oh, what else do you love about me?”

I giggle. “Your eyes. They can show all the emotions so clearly. A beautiful light brown. I fell for your eyes the first time I looked into them.”

“I love your eyes. A mixture of green, brown, and blue. Yoongi-hyung and I want you to wear your glasses more, you know? They were given to you for a reason, and yet you refuse to wear them a lot.”

I lovingly smile, “The case is in my bag.”

Taehyung quickly reaches for my bag, pulling my glasses case out. “You look so cute in them; I don’t understand why you hate them.”

“I don’t hate them,” I mumble. “They are cool glasses. Just wearing them makes me embarrassed.”

“We can overcome that,” Taehyung carefully opens the case.

I grab my glasses and slide them on my face. “We can try. I see fine without them, though.”

“But, I like them, and you have them for a reason. Promise me you’ll wear them more.”

“For you, I’ll do anything.”

“Good,” he kisses my nose. “Now, back to things you love about me.”

I chuckle, “Your kisses. Everyone makes me feel warm inside.”

“I’ll have to kiss you more,” he grabs my hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

“Also, your laughs can lift up my mood in an instant. The sound is so lovely to my ears.”

“I love hearing you laugh too. Like music to my ears. I live to hear you smile and laugh.”

“Speaking of your smile, you have such a wonderful smile. Smirk, grin, boxy. I love them all.”

“I like doing this,” he giggles. “It makes me feel really good.”

“Me too,” I mess with my glasses. “Helps my confidence. Say something you love about me.”

“That you write poems to let out emotions. Your love poems to me are so precious.”

My cheeks warm up, “I’m glad you like them. Writing poems has always helped me let out my emotions. Angry, sad, in love, whatever else.”

“I help write songs, that counts.”

“Yeah, I think of it as a form of poetry.”

“I also love when you talk about things you are passionate about. You can always excitedly talk to me about anything.”

“I’ll talk your ear off,” I giggle.

“You will get tired of talking, so I would talk your ear off,” he giggles. “We will always have something to talk about.”

“I hope so. If we didn’t, then we have become boring.”

“One more thing that I love about you, then you need to finish eating.”

I glance down at my half eaten PopTart. “Forgot I was holding this.”

“I love your dancing. Not what you are though, though that is nice to watch. No, I really love your random dancing. When you let the music flow through you. It’s very cute.”

“Really? It is fun to just let go and dance like that.”

“We will have to do it together before you leave.”

“Maybe on our date,” I smirk, shoving my PopTart into my mouth, so I can’t spoil any more of the date.

“Such a tease, jagi,” Taehyung pokes my side. “Keep eating, and once you are done, we will figure out what to do for the rest of the ride.”

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“Hi puppy,” I giggle as a white dog rushes up to Taehyung and me as we walk through the gate. Right in front of us is what Taehyung has told me is his home.

“Soonshim, I misses you,” Taehyung crouches down to pet the dog.

“Ah, this is Soonshim,” I crouch down next to my boyfriend. “So pretty.”

I hold my hand out for the dog to sniff.

Soonshim licks my fingers, nudging my hand with her now so I’ll pet her.

“She likes you,” he chuckles. “We really need to get a dog.”

I smile, “Next year, I promise.”

We stand up, and Soonshim trots over to her doghouse.

“This is fascinating,” I grab Taehyung’s hand. “Such a cute house out in the country. You grew up a farmer’s boy.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung messes with the hair at the back of his head. “It was a hard life. I’m glad I can work hard to try and help back here.”

“Such a kind soul you have,” I lean up and kiss his jaw. “I love that about you.”

“Thank you,” he smiles. “Come on, let’s introduce you to my family.”

We walk up to the front door, Taehyung giving a few good knocks on the door.

“Gah, I’m so nervous,” I squeeze his hand.

“Focus on breathing. I am right here,” Taehyung quickly captures my lips with his lips, pulling away as the front door swings open.

“Taehyung,” the middle-aged Korean women smiles. She’s very pretty, and must be Taehyung’s mother.

“Hi mother,” Taehyung smiles back.

“Oh, and hello, Amber.”

“Hello, Mrs. Kim,” I slightly bow. “It is very nice to meet you. I see where Tae got his beauty from.”

“Ah, that’s sweet of you,” she motions us inside. “You look just like the pictures I’ve seen.”

Taehyung pulls me inside the cozy house. “Just as beautiful, right?”

“Please, Tae,” I shake my head. “You don’t have to say anything. I know I’m different. Maybe not even what you would ever expect.”

“Yes, you are different,” Mrs. Kim shuts the front door. “And so is my Taehyung. Don’t worry, Amber. Love is love. I’m not breaking anything up.”

“Oh,” I feel the air leave my lungs in shock.

“See, jagi,” Taehyung slips his shoes off. “It’s oaky. My family is going to welcome you with open arms.”

I slip my shoes off, pushing them over by Taehyung’s. “I know.”

“How about we introduce you to the other four?” Mrs. Kim places a hand on my shoulder. “Just stick with Taehyung, I know he can protect you from the onslaught of questions.”

I slightly smile. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The three of us walk further into the house, ending up in an open living room-dining room-kitchen space. A girl and a middle-aged man are cooking away in the kitchen while a boy sits at the dining room table writing away. An old woman is in a chair in the living room.

“The guests have arrived,” Mrs. Kim walks over to relieve the girl in the kitchen. “Say hello to them.”

“Taehyung,” the girl, a young teenager, skips over to us. “Thanks for visiting and bringing your girlfriend,” she smiles. It is clear that she is Taehyung’s sister. “I’m Eonjin,” she bows.

“I’m Amber,” I bow back.

“Tae has talked a lot about you.”

“Hi, I’m Jeonggyu,” the boy at the table glances up from his work for barely a second. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, nice to meet you,” I bow to the boy.

“You are very pretty,” Jeonggyu smiles down at his paper. He is cheeky just like his older brother. He looks to be older then Eonjin, and very similar to Taehyung in the face. I doubt he’ll look like Taehyung in a few years though.

“It’s nice to have you here, son,” the man in the kitchen turns to look at Taehyung. “And you too, Amber. Welcome to the family.”

“Thanks dad,” Taehyung lets go of my hand.

My heart has skipped a beat at what Mr. Kim has said. “That means a lot,” I blurt out.”

“You seem nervous,” Eonjin grabs my hands. “Do you need to sit down?”

“Oh, I mean, no, I’m fine,” I stammer out.

“She’s okay,” Taehyung puts his arm around my shoulders. “People just give her jitters for a little while when she first meets them.”

Eonjin lets go of my hands. “You are just shy then. We can work with that.”

“Very much,” I bite the inside of my bottom lip.

“You’ll open up quickly with us,” Jeonggyu chuckles, sounding similar to Taehyung.

“I hope,” I sigh.

“Come, time to meet my grandma,” Taehyung pulls me over to the living room.

“Hello Taehyung,” the old woman smiles.

“Hi Grandma,” he pulls his arm away from me and goes over to hug the woman.

“It’s been a while. How is life? Are you happy?”

“I am,” he pulls away. “This girl is my girlfriend, and she makes life wonderful. Amber, I told you about my grandma.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” I bow.

“Oh, dear, call me Grandma, please,” the old woman chuckles.

“The two most important woman in my life are meeting,” Taehyung pulls me down on the couch. “We can talk about so much.”

“Tell me about yourself, dear,” Grandma smiles. “I want to know all about the girl that makes Tae-Tae so happy, and how he fell in love with you.”

“The real question is how she fell in love with me,” Taehyung pulls me into his side.

“It’s hard not to fall in love with you,” I smile. “Well, Grandma, my name is Amber. Amber Rose to some people. I’m here on summer break, and Tae has made it the best time of my life.”

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Hours pass, the group has lunch, and Amber crawls out of her shell as the day goes on. Her fears evaporating as she realizes how she is accepted by Taehyung’s family. Now, Amber is going through family albums with Eonjin and Jeonggyu. Grandma is telling stories every now and then. With his parents, Taehyung is stilling at the dining room table talking about his relationship.

“So, when are you going to marry her?” Mr. Kim decides to bring it up.

“Ah, dad,” Taehyung groans. “She’s not ready. I know she would normally first meet you when we were sure to be marrying soon, but her culture is different.”

“You want to marry her, though, yes?” Mrs. Kim asks.

Taehyung glances over at the girl he is deeply in love with. The smile on her face as she interacts with his siblings make his heart flutter in the best happiness he has ever felt. “More than anything.”

“She’s very lovely. Fits right in with us. When do you want to marry her?”

“Will you need our permission?” Mr. Kim leans forward a bit.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung sighs. “I’d love to get married next year. Then she could live here without a crazy amount of problems. She wants to move here anyways.”

“What about her parents?” Mrs. Kim brings up the important question.

“I would get them to give permission and we could first marry at the embassy or whatever. Then have a wedding when we have time. I want to make her my wife.”

“You are in love, and that’s the next step in the relationship process,” Mr. Kim nods. “Have you talked to her about it? That would help with her parents.”

“I have, briefly. It makes her nervous. Way too nervous that I don’t want to bring it up, and I am waiting for her to want to talk about it. We are having a date tomorrow, so it might come up then.”

“I wish you luck, Taehyung,” Mrs. Kim smiles. “I’m sure it will work out. She loves you.”

“We are soulmates,” Taehyung grins, looking over at Amber. “It was fate that we met.”

Amber, feeling Taehyung’s gaze on her, looks up and locks eyes with the boy. “Babe, everything okay?”

Taehyung nods, “Yes, sorry. Just need to look at your beauty every now and then.”

Amber’s cheeks redden slightly. “Of course you do. Wait, what time is it?”

“Oh, crap,” Taehyung practically jumps out of his seat. “We need to get going. Sorry everyone. It’s been nice catching up, and you must have enjoyed my jagi, but we have to go. We’ll be back one day.”

“Good,” Eonjin grins. “It was fun hanging with you, Amber.”

“I’m glad,” Amber giggles. “I had a lot of fun today.”

“Enough small talk,” Taehyung rushes over to Amber. “Jagi, time to say goodbye, we have a train to catch.”

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I have been waiting so long for this chapter. Meeting the family, though short, is so cute and important. Hope you enjoyed reading! :D

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sunshinekookie · 6 years

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BTS Reaction: You Get Catcalled

A/N: Hellloooo I hope everyone’s day was great enjoy!

uuhhhh this was less of a comfort the reader and more of a scare the cat-caller away..but just as good right?

BACKGROUND: You and your boyfriend were walking down the street after a date. You both were just minding your own business until you walked by a suspicious man...

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

“Damn, what an ass” the guy said looking right at you. Jin was furious to say the least. “Yah, what’d you say?” Jin said turning towards the man. “What do you care?” he guy said chuckling. “What does her boyfriend care?” he said stepping closer to the man. The guy shoved his hands into his pockets huffing at Jin and walking away. You held onto his arm as you both began to walk down the street again.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

“Hey baby, how are you?” the man said eyeing you up and down. Yoongi’s ears perked up and he looked to see the man looking you up and down. “Excuse me, who are you?” Yoongi said slyly coming between you and the man. “Who are you?” the guy sassed back causing Yoongi to scoff and look up at the man. “Her boyfriend, and I suggest you cut the shit,” the man pulled his hood up scoffing before walking the opposite direction. Yoongi stared him down until he was out of the way and then walked you back home with one arm around you at all times.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

You just heard whistles as you walked by a guy leaning on a wall. You and Hoseok both turned towards the man to see him smile and nod at you. Hoseok glared at the man until the man said “what are you starin’ at man?” “the trash that whistled at my girlfriend like she’s a dog.” Hoseok stepped just a little closer to the man looking him up and down. “Chill man, it was just a joke” the man said walking away. Hoseok just huffed grabbing your hand as you walked down the street.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

“Damn baby, you got a man?” As soon as Namjoon heard those words his head snapped towards the sound. “What the fuck did you just say?” Namjoon said stepping towards the guy. “I was talking to the lady not you” "yeah no shit, I am her man” Namjoon was a couple of inches away from the man at this point, and he wasn’t stepping down. “Fuck man, whatever” the guy huffed walking down the street. “Jesus Joon, you scared the crap out of me” you said grabbing his arm. “No one should talk about my girl that way. I’m sorry..” he trailed off thinking you were mad at him. “It’s okay, you were protecting me” you smiled a bit at him as you both continued to walk down the street.

Park Jimin

“Hey baby, need someone to walk you home?” Jimin turned towards the man standing on the side of the sidewalk looking you up and down. “She’s good, but thanks” Jimin said wrapping his arm around your waist. “No, you need a real man” the guy laughed. “Keep fucking walking.” Jimin spat at the guy making him give up and walk away. “Thanks Jimin” you whispered hugging him tight. “No one talks to you like that” he said kissing the top of your head.

Kim Taehyung (V)

“Good evening baby.” Taehyung instantly flicked his head towards the man looking him up and down. “Who are you?” Taehyung said giving him a dirty look. “Actually, don’t answer that question. Don’t talk in our direction ever again.” The man just looked at Taehyung wide-eyed clearing his throat. “I, uh, I didn’t-” “didn’t I say not to speak to us?” The man just walked away from his spot and down the road. You turned to Taehyung saying “didn’t know you were that sassy” “no one talks about my girlfriend that way” he said grabbing your hand.

Jeon Jungkook

“Lookin’ good baby” Jungkook stuck his tongue in his cheek turning towards that man. “Are you referring to this girl right here?” Jungkook said gesturing towards you. “Oh yeah, what do you care?” “that’s my girlfriend dude, back off” Jungkook’s jaw tightened as the guy looked you up and down one last time before beginning to walk off. Jungkook grabbed him arm whispering “don’t fucking talk to any woman like that again hear me?” and letting the man go. “What’d you just say to him?” you said grabbing his hand. “A lesson in respecting my girl” he said watching the man go out of his sight before continuing to walk down the street.

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animefuko · 6 years

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BTS reaction: You having a nightmare

*REQUESTED*

JIN

Jin was fast asleep, you were in his arms. One of his arms drapped around your waist, and the other, you were laying on. You started to move a bit in your sleep. Jin noticed you moving and slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. Soon you jumped and was looking around worriedly.

"Bad dream, Darling?" Jin asked sitting up with you, you put your head in your hands as you broke down crying. Jin pulled you into his arms again. Stroking your hair.

"Shh, it was only a bad dream. You are safe now. You are with me."

Namjoon was a still sleeper. He stayed completely still. He would normally fall asleep on his back, and you laid on his chest. This night was no different. One of his arms was under you and you both was holding hands as you sleep. He started to feel you rub your head on his chest, so he decided to wake up to check if you are ok. He felt you Jump and you sat up, your body shaking a bit.

"What's up baby?" He asked sitting up with you, he looked at your face and notice you crying. He pulled you close to his chest, smiling to himself as he stroked your hair.

"Oh baby girl. Shh, it's in your mind. Now that why I tell you not to eat sweets before bed."

SUGA

Suga loved to sleep. But what he loved more than sleeping. Sleeping with you. He loved being so close to you. So one night, when you both were sleeping. You were the little spoon and he was the big spoon. He was a rather deep sleeper. But he knew if you had a bad dream. You shot up up panting heavily. Suga heard the panting and slowly woke up with his deep voice.

"Baby girl. Why did you jump?" He asked, itching the back of his head, he sat up after you didn't answer. He looks at you and saw tears running down your face. He grabbed you gently and put you head on his chest and rocked you.

"Sh baby girl, it's just a dream. Don't cry. I know this is dumb. But you look super cute baby girl."

J-HOPE

Hoseok was always a happy man, expect during sex and when he is tired. When he is tired, all he wants to do is cuddle up to you and sleep. So when he went to sleep, he was a bit grumpy but his mood changes when he fell asleep beside you. Soon he started to feel you move. Expect he didn't know who was moving.

"Fucking stop, Jungkook. Go to bed." He said angrily as he cuddled to you more and noticed it was you. He sat up and looked at you, soon you shot up but luckily Hoseok movedquickly enough. He raised an eyebrow and saw you began to cry. He pulled you close and stroked your hair smiling slightly as he rocked you.

"Oh sorry babe, I didn't know it was you. Oh shh, I am here. Don't worry."

JIMIN

Jimin had troubles sleeping some times. So when you did sleep round. He was much happier. He slept more easier and heavier. He loved to hold you close. Smell you and know you are there. It made him relax, which he rarely gets to do. His arms always wrapped around your waist, holding you to his chest. He started to notice you move around. He opened one eye and saw you Jump up. He jumped as well.

"Jesus, Babe. You ok?" He asked a bit scared, you looked at your hands as tears ran down your cheeks. He sat in front of you, cupping your cheeks smiling as he pulled you into his chest.

"Oh princess. Don't cry. This is so cute. So cute. Shh, baby. I am here."

When Taehyung slept, he loved to cuddle. Taehyung didn't like being on his own. So whenever you slept around. Or stared a bed. His arms wrapped around you tightly pulling you to his chest. Almost you were like a teddy bear. Taehyung as a boyfriend was rather aggressive, if he gets jealous. He would get angry, even in bed he was aggressive. But when he was asleep with you. He turned into a sweetheart like he is. Soon he felt you kick him a bit as you jolted up. Taehyung winced a bit, itching the back of his head.

"Ouch babe. You ok?" Taehyung would ask, as he rubbed your back. He was very concerned. He knew how nightmares could affect you. You looked at your hands as tears fell down your cheek. Taehyung pulled you onto his lap and rocked you and he placed his head againist the side of your head as he hummed.

"Shh babe. I am here. I will never leave you. It's just a dream. Everything is alright. I am here to protect you."

JUNGKOOK

You were on the otherside of the bed, far away from Jungkook. Jungkook had soft snores coming out of his mouth. His body had been spread out, where you body was curled up. On the side of the bed. Jungkook woke up randomly and noticed you on the edge. He chuckled to himself and went to grab you. But sat up panting. Jungkook jumped a bit, but sat up rubbing your back.

"Babe? You ok?" Jungkook whispered, you covered your eyes as you broke down into tears. Jungkook let out a little chuckle pulling you into his arms.

"Aw babe. It's ok now. I am so sorry, but that was super adorable."

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become-the-story · 7 years

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jeon as your bf;

memes

cute nerd relationship tbh

but memes forever and always

video games

like during a lazy day off

you’d wake up and go sit on the couch

and play

and when you’d be tired of playing

there would be a short pause before you look at each other

“okay just one more”

not much pda

because he’s a shy guy

but when he’d feel someone watching you intensely or being too close

he’d protectively hold your hand and bring you closer

and you would look at him with a smirk

“you jealous kook ?”

and he’d just ignore you and smile as if nothing was wrong

WHEN YOU GUYS ARE ALONE

okay so first of all when you’d sleep together

he’d be most likely shirtless with just some sweatpants on

and you would wear his t shirt

just because its comfy and smells good and everything

sometimes there will be pillowtalks

but most of the time he would just hold your hand and you’d both fall asleep soon after

when you can’t sleep or had a rough day he would sing or hum you something sweet and soothing to relax you

and damn right that would work just fine

he would most likely always wake up before you so

he would time to time take his time to look at your at peace/asleep form and smile to himself

and then a little peck on the forehead before going out and getting ready

he would so use nicknames

baby

love

sweetheart

his fave skinship would probably be back hugs, or hand holding

because it’s cute

IN BED

at the opposite of all the fics where he appears like a wild boy

I personally think it would most of the time be something really sweet and gentle with a lot of feelings and I love you’s

he’d be a sleeper tbh like right after he would put some boxers or a sweatpants and take you in his arms before falling asleep

he’d so make you a special playlist

with all the songs that makes him think of you

his lockscreen would be a cute pic of the both of you holding hands or smth like this

and whenever you’d be around him he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling

which is one of tthe reason he would be teased by his hyungs

“Aigoooo Jungkookie is so in looooove~”

and he would just blush and bit his lip while smiling

because it’s true

he’’d be so in love with you

to conclude and kinda resume all this

jeon jungkook would be a cute ass boyfriend who would love you with all of is heart

even tho he ain’t the best to express his feelings, he would make you understand how much you mean to him

and he would do everything to make the relationship last even tho he’s always busy and traveling and stuff

because he would truly deeply love you

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bangtaninspired · 7 years

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MOODBOARD TEASER) “Crescent” Prologue Teaser. Prologue coming soon

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oshbluepacific · 4 years

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Moneyball

Type: fluff

Character: Kim Taehyung (Mafia Au!) x Reader

Words Counted: 2k+

questions and request are available / masterlist

What’s wrong with casino night? Everything.

You sat at your table, looking around the place, feeling bored, accompanied with a half empty glass of champagne. You let out a sigh before searching for the man you came here with.

There he is.

You watched him as he cheered and laughed with the people besides him, before looking back at the table. It was his mullet that made him stand out form the crowd.

That man is your husband.

That man is Kim Taehyung.

You eloped with Taehyung 2 months ago and it was through an arrange marriage from both yours and Taehyung’s parents. You knew Taehyung from a young age. Taehyung was that friend that your parents wanted you to marry, and they got that.

When your parents told you that you’re going to marry Taehyung, you were okay at first, but the more your think about it, the more awkward you thought about it.

But it turns out okay, you laughed with Taehyung through out the wedding day, but once you were both behind closed doors, it was a bit awkward for you.

“What now?” Tahyung asked. And you lift both of your shoulders.

“Let’s just wash up and get ready for bed.” You told him, and you both did.

You both sleep in two different bedrooms because it was still awkward for the both pop you. Some of the times, one of you fall asleep in the others bedroom and it was okay as well.

Taehyung was the kind of husband that wanted nothing bad happen to his family, and he would do anything to protect those he loves.

Taehyung lift his eyes, and he spotted you. He gave you a smile and you replied the same. You then looked away before getting up from your chair, straighten the dress you were wearing and went to the bathroom for a quick touch up.

You washed your hands and dried with with paper towel, before you startled when group of girls walked in, laughing before hogging the mirror pushing you to the side.

“Excuse.” One of the girl with green dress said, pushing you aside.

You were irritated but you moved any way.

“Did you see that guy in front of the bathroom? Ugh, he’s so cute.” Said one with Red dress.

“I know right? I’ll ask daddy if he knows him, and maybe daddy can arrange me a marriage.” Green dress said.

“He looks familiar, I think I’ve seen him before—Oh! it was when my father asked to come to a meeting with him! I saw him! And I think his father introduced me to him!” One with white dress said.

“Really? What’s his name?” green asked.

“I believe it was Taehyung? Taeyoung? I forgot! but it was somewhat close to that.” White said.

You pursed your lips together, they’ve been talking about Taehyung all that time.

“What I know for sure is that he came here alone, he’s been betting on a table with a bunch of guys all night long.”

False guys, he came here with me.

“I’m going to try and talk to to him, later, maybe he’ll take me home.” Green giggled.

“Ladies! Who is that guy in front? He looks delicious!” Suddenly A pink dress woman bursted in.

“We’ve been talking about him!” Red expressed excitedly.

“Oh, if only I came here alone I would probably go up and talk to him.” Blue dress sighed.

There was a moment of silent in the bathroom and you use this opportunity to finish.

“Excuse me.” One said, and you just turned.

It was red dress.

“Mind leaving the bathroom, I feel like you’ve just been listening to us, and nothing else.

You smiled at her and nodded your head before leaving the bathroom.

“Hey.” Taehyung moved closer to you and you just hold his arms.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“I saw you laving the table, so I followed you, and… yeah.” He explained, and you just chuckled in response.

“I thought you were leaving without telling me.” Taehyung said.

“Well, I might, because this place is starting to kill.” You told him, walking a bit farther from the bathroom.

“Do you want to go home?” Taehyung asked, following you.

You nodded your head.

“Okay, just wait a little bit longer, I feel like I’m nailing this meeting.” He told you. “Or do you want to go home first?”

You shook your head. “I’m not leaving without you.” You stated and Taehyung nodded his head with a smile.

“But I want you to stay close by alright?”

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I just don’t want to lose sight of you. I’m scared.” Taehyung told you, and you could feel your cheeks turing pink.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You told him.

He just smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I should get back there, remember…” He said, as he was parting from you.

“Stay in your sight.” You smiled, and he went back to the crowded table.

You let out a sigh and you looked around the room. You saw a far less crowded table and you decided to do what Taehyung told you to do.

Play.

“All alone ma’am?” The man behind the table asked, as he was playing tricks with a deck of cards.

“Let’s just wait until someone is joining.” You told him with a smile.

The man gave you a glass of wine and you happily accept it.

Not long after, a man who looks like he’s in his 60’s joined the table alongside with two of his side women you thought.

He placed his bet, and you did as well.

“You can play doll?” The man asked, popping a cigar to his mouth.

The man gave you piled of chips and also to the man.

“Let’s just see sir.” You smiled.”

first round turns into the second, then third. You were practically robbing this man.

“My god doll, you’re sucking all of the money out of my pocket!” He expressed, and you just smiled, raising your eyebrow.

“Hey, can we join?” A voice that sounded familiar but you didn’t know who it belongs to.

You turn to the girls you saw in the bathroom.

“Yeah.” You answered, turning back to the table.

“Oh you dolls can play, I’m leaving, you might want to keep your money to a minimum, because this doll right here is a fantastic player!” The man exclaimed and you just laughed.

“Thank you for playing with me sir.” You thanked him.

“Oh! Thank you for telling me that my gambling days are over!” He laughed and you joined in before he could left the table

All the girls proceed to their chair as you try to compose yourself.

All the girls place their bets and you did yourself.

The man behind the table explained the basic rule before beginning.

“So, you came by yourself?” The girl with blue dress asked.

You wanted to tell them that you came here with someone, but you have a better idea in your mind.

“No, I came here alone.” You lied. “I came to just have some fun, you know… after work and stuff.” You told them.

“Well what were you doing with Kim Taehyung?” The girl with white dress asked.

“Well what you should know is that it’s none of your damn business.” You smiled as you threw a card to the table.

“None of your business.” You quickly reply with a smug on your face.

You played another four rounds and you were robbing The Rainbow (yes you’re calling them The Rainbow). Your table suddenly got so crowded during the third round that you regret the decision of playing.

this fourth round is your last, because you didn’t like the attention around you. It was all down to you and the girl in green dress. She looked at you, as if there’s something written on your forehead telling her what’s your next move.

“Come on! What are you waiting for?” The white dress asked her friend, and you just rolled your eyes.

She then revealed all her cards and your heart jumped.

“HAH!” You then revealed yours, showing that you got the upper hands.

“Baller!” You cheered and the crowd clapped and cheered. The man took the chips from the table and exchanged it into cash and you took it. You squeezed through the crowd while a lot of them compliments and congratulates you.

Ad you were about to head to the bar, you felt someone tugged your arm.

“Hey, I’m not done talking to you.” It was the girl with the green dress.

“Oh, if you want to walk then talk, you didn’t need to join the game and blow your money to me you know.” You told her.

“I don’t care about the money, I’m crazy rich—but I just want to tell you stay the hell away from Kim Taehyung!” She told you.

“Who are you?” You asked her.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” She scoffed, and you lift both of your shoulder.

“My daddy is in the mafia, he owns one of the biggest company in this country, and he can easily command one of his guy to track you down and do whatever I ask them to.” She said to you.

You raised your eyebrow and smiled.

“Have you ever thought who I am?” You asked. And she shook her head. “I don’t need to, I know who you are already.” She told you.

“Oh really?” You asked, acting surprised.

“Yeah, you just someone in the crowd, who got lucky to be in here.” She told you.

And you just pursed your lips.

“Hey.” You suddenly heard Taehyung behind you.

You turned around and you opened your mouth but the girl behind you suddenly walked in front of you.

“Hi Taehyung!” She greeted him.

Taehyung was confused, he turned to you quickly and you just lift your shoulders.

“Hi…” Taehyung greeted her, feeling a bit confused.

“So, what are you up to?” She asked.

“I just finished a meeting and I want to see what the crowd is all about but I guess I missed the party.” Taehyung explained, and she just giggled, gently hitting Taehyung arm.

“Oh silly! It was just a stupid game.” She told him.

“Oh? Did you win?” Taehyung asked, teasingly.

“Oh, of course! But my friends wanted to play some more, I need a drink… care to join?” She asked, with a smile as she walk towards the bar.

Taehyung hold out his hand, shaking his head.

“Oh, no thank you… I think I’m just going to get home.” He said, turning his heel.

“Oh, well then, how about we just get out of this place, and… have a drink at your place?” She asked, walking back closer to Taehyung.

“No thank you, I actually came here with someone important.” Taehyung said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, and who could that be?” She asked, pouting her lip.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder looking at you with a gentle smile before offering his hand to you.

“Ready to head home wifey?” Taehyung asked and you grinned before taking his hand.

The girl looked at you with utter horror.

“You bet!” You smiled.

You hooked your arm around his and you smiled at the girl in from of you.

“Now, excuse us, but we’re about to leave…” You told her.

“And don’t worry, if your daddy tracked me down, I’ll greet him warmly.” You smiled before walking past her, leaving her in awe.

“Who was that?” Taehyung chuckled as you both were away from her.

“Oh, just someone who was jealous because I was talking to you and who had the balls to threaten my life because his daddy is in the mafia.” You chuckled.

Taehyung laughed.

“Did she?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, she said I was nobody who got lucky to be here.” You rolled your eyes, and Taehyung just laughed even more.

“Oh? well she got that wrong didn’t she?” Taehyung asked, and you lift both of your shoulders.

Taehyung shook his head before putting his hand on your waist.

“Well, I can tell that she got that one super wrong.” He said.

“Even if I weren’t married to you, I would still choose you over her.” He added before kiss your cheek.

That was the first time Taehyugn ever kissed you—ever. You won a lot of games tonight, round after round, but never really felt like you truly won.

But having Taehyung by your side, holding you securely, you truly felt like you were ballin’ tonight.

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