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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅸ)
hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them 🥺🖤 also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time ✨🖤
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dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a
↬ DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.
block party by @minlucent f s a
↬ moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l
a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg
↬ you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldn’t. Will jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it?
lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a
↬ Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l
secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a
↬ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au
i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a
↬ You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he���s in love too—just not with you.
fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth
↬ your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller
pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s
↬ One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l
animal by @cutaepatootie f s a
↬ boxer jungkook au ANGST
things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a
↬ It’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.
entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth
↬ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a
↬ Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a
↬ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?
horizon by @/sokooks f s a
↬ The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au
searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a
↬ he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.
twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a
↬ you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a
↬ what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on
better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a
↬ jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesn’t want you to think anyone else is better than him
our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7
↬ The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au
dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a
↬ Money can’t buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks he’s happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesn’t know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au
together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm
↬domestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au
hot bot by @/httpjeon f s
↬ purchasing a Hot Bot wasn’t exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.
stardust by @iamtaekooked f
↬ You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his
serendipity by @rohobi f s a
↬ After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.
chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a
↬ Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PI’s around.
I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a
↬ In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au
sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a
↬ Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin
↬ When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation… ceo au
sleepwalking by @taexual f s a
↬ due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a
↬ It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury.
OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.
as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a
↬ You haven’t seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the world’s population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. You’re still surprised Seoul survived – if you can call what it has become “surviving”
hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a
↬ jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a
↬ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.
J’aime by @baepop f s a
↬ You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.
Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth
↬ You’re the girl of Jungkook’s dreams, literally. The only problem: you’re taken by his best friend
make me forget by @roseannekook f s a
↬ You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your company’s first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things don’t go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stalls…and find it in the arms of no one else but BTS’ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.
one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm
↬ fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song
boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a
↬ just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc
the boy who left by @/gujoonim a
↬ As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-be’s eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au
love sewn by @jvnghxope s a
↬ You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.
not yet by f s @bratkook f s a
↬ jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.
one shot
blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a
↬ when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls you’ve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lights—even if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au
southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a
↬ Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a
↬ What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when you’re always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.
enouement by @littlemisskookie s a
↬ War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au
miss taken by @junghelioseok f s
↬you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l
the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a
↬ The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.
the proposal by @hansolmates f s a
↬Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l
red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s
↬It’s no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. There’s nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money.
burning bright by @snackhobi s
↬there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim
but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a
↬Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj
↬ after moving away from your hometown five years ago, you’ve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he can’t be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need.
illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a
↬ You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.
the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a
↬ After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au
rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a
↬ A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
lowkey by @joonbird s
↬ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.
part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a
↬there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.
sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a
↬ a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'
i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj
↬ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man.
white lies by @noteguk f s a
↬ in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.
yes coach by @/taleanewastime s
↬ You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.
spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s
↬ If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.
fifth wish by @jiminrings f a
↬ jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.
blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth
↬after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
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MILK & TWO SUGARS. KTH / M!READER
summary. despite being your subordinate, taehyung relishes in his power over you.
wc. 4.9k
tags. boss/assistant au, dom top!reader, bottom!tae, tae films himself to tease you, oral (r. receiving), office/desk sex, unprotected sex, officemates-with-benefits (sort of)
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the train carriage rocks and rumbles, steel and electricity burning beneath your feet. you hover beside the moving join between carriages, counting down the number of stops until it reaches yours. aside from the not-so-inconspicuous journalist snapping pictures of you across the carriage, it has been a fairly smooth ride.
he's wearing a cap, staring down at the flip-out screen of his dslr, pointed just right in your direction. he's far enough away that the photos probably don't seem that creepy – not i-pretended-to-bump-into-you-for-this-picture creepy, at least – and he's not holding the camera low enough to angle your crotch as the focal point, which is more than you can say for some other journalists. sure, you may have had a wild youth, but you were square now – just a guy in a suit on his phone with a messenger bag strapped across your chest. the most interesting thing about you was the fact that a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers stuck out one end of your bag.
for all the other commuters knew, you were heading home to kiss your wife and your two-and-a-half kids. you would like to keep it that way, isolating yourself with earbuds playing a rotation of your favourite songs.
on your phone, your insanely efficient and ridiculously beautiful personal assistant has just stopped using capital letters and proper punctuation.
seriously where are you? your coffee's going cold :(
you huff. you told him to wait a while longer before grabbing it since you needed to stop by the florist, but he had always been strict about your schedule. if it wasn't on the document, it didn't exist.
a couple more stops to go, you reply, glancing out the windows to ensure you're not getting his hopes up. nine minutes.
can't you get here any faster?
no, taehyung. it's always going to be nine minutes.
despite his profile picture only being his initials – KT, matching at least four other people in your phone – he manages to inject a whole lot of personality into his next message.
then don't walk, desk jockey. what can i do to make you gallop? the bubble of three dots pops up. perhaps i can tempt you over with a carrot?
please stop it with the horse metaphors.
but you're the only one i wanna ride <3
you nearly choke on your saliva, hastily pressing your phone screen to your chest for privacy. you steel your nerves when your phone vibrates again, chasing away the heat crawling rapidly up your neck. you take a deep breath and glance down.
a video. you tap the play button and the window expands to take up your screen.
the first thing you notice is that taehyung's not wearing any pants. he's wearing everything but pants, and you even see a flash of his playful smirk as he tightens his tie when he glances down. he smooths it down, down his stomach, and leans back in a chair.
your chair.
holy shit. he's in your office.
he tucks one foot up onto the edge of your desk, polished pointed shoe pivoting as he makes himself comfortable. he rests on the point of his elbow, cradling his jaw with long slim fingers.
he wraps his slender fingers around his cock, revealing it from beneath the bottom of his crisp white dress shirt. only the bottom sliver of his face is visible, soft and shapely pink lips playing at innocence, tucked teasingly between his front teeth.
your music doesn't provide a buffer anymore. on instinct, you darken your screen and slam the mute button, thumb working at the phone's volume button in excess.
but, because you have terrible vices, you slowly edge the volume back up until his soft, breathy moans rattle in your skull like a marble inside a can of spray paint.
"hey, boss," he whispers, fingers rolling over his reddened tip, cock dark pink and shining in his grip. he plays at formality, straightening his jacket lapel with his free hand. his hand drops down to cup his bare thigh, golden and soft, and slides gently over his skin, back and forth – caressing himself the same way you do. he exhales softly, back arching. the chair's leather shifts audibly. "come grab your coffee, already. aren't you thirsty? i sure am."
dropping his leg, he pushes his shirt up around his chest, and lifts his phone above him with a sound between a hum and a moan. taehyung twists in your black leather chair, its tall slim shape highlighting the way he angles his hips to accentuate his waist and hips and the way his soft thighs fill up the seat of the chair.
you close your eyes for a steadying breath, shifting on the spot as the train pulls up to your station. thank goodness you had the epiphany to wear a dark suit today. it'd be a particularly awkward gossip piece for that journalist – yes, still there – if you'd worn something lighter.
"i'll be waiting, big boy," he coos directly into your ears, the breathiness in his voice and the flush to his cheeks letting you know just how long he's been in your chair.
he's going to be the death of you.
you weave your way through the station, hurrying down the stairs with your phone in a death grip, screen off. it pings when the pedestrian crossing lights turn green and your mouth goes dry at the sight of another video, described only by date and file type. you struggle to swallow.
on his knees, lovely round ass presented to the camera, taehyung pumps three fingers in and out of his slick hole, the shine of lube dripping down his thigh. his moans are quick and muffled by the palm over his mouth, his cheeks glowing pink with desire, and his hips jerk as he pulls his knees close together. his cock presses firmly along the seam of the back of his thighs.
hissing softly, he pulls his fingers out with a slick pop, lubricated until the knuckle. he glides his fingertips around his hole, showing himself off with a soft giggle, and rocks back on them until his cock twitches. it leaks as he fucks himself with them.
"ah...! get down here, already – my fingers aren't as thick as yours, baby. m-maybe i could still come on them, though," he moans slyly, the quick slick sound of his pumping fingers jolting shivers down your spine. "gonna fucking come on myself, come on your desk – every time you enter this office, you're gonna remember the way i made you feel."
he moans with a toss of his head as his hand quickens. his leaking cock pulses and he bounces slightly on his fingers, that little bit of friction from his cock bumping his thighs almost enough.
"what is it... that you said?" he grins back at the camera, dark eyes smoky and devious. "only angels have bodies like mine? well... white was always heaven's colour."
his lips part as his dark brow furrows, his grip tightening on the back of the chair as his hips tremble. his cock explodes with cum, spurting out in thick white ropes that splatter the backs of his thighs like the sweetest glaze. he spreads his jerking, trembling thighs, and his release slowly pools on the black leather between his knees. he pants softly, wordless.
in the silence of your earbuds, your head rings with the anticipation of your pounding heart, nearly sprinting the half-block down to the skyscraper with your last name printed on it. you push through the large glass doors carelessly – they're shatterproof, and they'll survive you shouldering your way through them.
on your phone, taehyung lets out a soft exhale that sinks claws into your brain. glossy white beads drip from the edge of your chair between his unblemished legs, and if that's not a scene of the divine, then you don't know what is.
shit. hastily, you pass the receptionists and slip into an empty elevator someone left behind. swiping your card, you punch the button for the highest floor, and survive the agonising seconds up, dumping your earbuds and phone unceremoniously into your bag.
the elevator dings, and you're shoving yourself through the tiniest gap the moment it appears with a problem in your pants and a problem at your desk.
lazily, taehyung grins, pink tongue swiping over his lips. one hand strokes his pretty cock under the desk, the motion of his arm perfectly clear.
"hey there, big boy," he purrs. "finally here for your coffee, right?"
you grunt noncommittedly, extracting the bouquet of flowers from your bag before dumping the bag on the loveseat by the elevator. you place it in a white vase and wiggle it back into place on the cute pigeonhole shelf.
you turn back to him, and he's standing now, leaning forward over your desk with that same silky smile. "done with playing uncaring? come over here, make me sorry. i've broken your rules, haven't i, boss?"
"you're a real piece of work," you growl, stalking towards him and yanking him away from your desk to survey the damage. time to put in a request for a new chair. you return your gaze to taehyung, who just smiles demurely at you and strokes the bulge in your trousers.
"a piece of art, don't you like telling me?" he teases, nudging your cock with his knuckles. his smile widens as your breath skips like a record player. he pushes you towards the end of your oak desk. "you liked my presents, did you?"
"presents? that was torture," you rumble, placing your hand on top of his head and fisting a handful of his hair. you tug firmly backwards and his eyes roll back briefly as he moans, hands faltering for just a moment as he fiddles with your fly – you smirk at the sight.
his lashes flutter as he regains control, pupils dilating as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. "but you liked them, right, sir?" he asks softly, almost nervously. he fishes your cock out and his breath hitches, his lower lip tugged between his teeth as he stares up at it.
"is the sky blue, dove?" you ask, softening your voice just for him. he melts like chocolate, pressing himself sweetly into you, and you let go of his hair to card it back from his large dark eyes, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. "but i won't say it didn't surprise me. i was on the train."
"your fault when you have a perfectly good car in the garage, sir," he says with a hum, and he kisses the base of your cock. he lifts your hand back to his hair and you guide his head towards the head of your shaft. with a soft moan, he's all yours again to eat and enjoy, those dark brown eyes almost gold in the late afternoon sun.
"i'll let that sass slide because you're usually such a sweet boy," you say softly, humming as he drags his warm tongue over the ridge of your tip. "good. suck."
he loves the way you talk to him with that voice – a voice like chocolate, sweet and thick and dark. he bobs his head, stroking what he can't fit, and he moans when you hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw wide. he works at your cock, tongue lapping at the veins, tracing them to your tip and back, and closes his lips around your shaft, gradually getting all of it down his throat.
he clasps your thighs, letting himself enjoy the heft and heat of your cock filling his throat, and his eyes slide closed, the tip of his nose brushing your pelvis. you exhale softly and pat his hair to watch it bounce back into place, tugging the loose beach curls between two fingers and letting them spring back. it's incredibly soft and silky for someone who's dyed his entire head honey blond for at least as long as he's been working for you.
you cup his cheek as he bobs his head, warm tight throat swallowing your cock, constantly squeezing and fluttering, and your hand shifts to his chin, fingers pressed against the bend of his throat where it meets his jaw. gliding your fingers lower, you can feel your cock sliding against the walls of his throat. when he pulls back until just the heavy tip rests on his tongue, you feel with reverence the way he swallows it down, following the movement of the tip of your cock with each finger it passes.
below, you watch in amusement as he jerks himself off, motions quick and shallow but involving the motion of his whole arm from the shoulder. he moans as he swallows your cock, and your head falls back as your cock throbs from the tight vibrations.
"fuck, taehyung, good boy," you groan, listening to him choke and gag on it as if he couldn't get enough. saliva coats your dick, and it drips down his chin. his parted lips allow him to moan and when he closes his lips around it, he redefines the word 'suck'.
his cheeks hollow, his eyes roll back, and he's so warm and wet around you that your control snaps and you yank his head forward, burying your cock deep in him. he whimpers so perfectly when he feels your cum sliding down his throat, swallowing rapidly. his lashes flutter as he pushes himself deeper and his lips press against your base, making you grunt sharply, fingers tightening in his hair.
even when your grip loosens, your uneven breaths steadying, taehyung keeps you in his mouth, feeling his own hot cum drip down his twitching cock. he doesn't stroke himself, doesn't pull away – just contents himself during the aftermath of his high with keeping his mouth full, blinking slowly like a cat at the hazy middle-distance.
you have to slide him off your cock and he protests, whimpering softly as his nails dig into your thigh. you wrap a hand around yourself, pumping it slowly, and taehyung stares on yearningly, licking his lips subconsciously when a bead of cum slides down your tip.
"do i need to look at what you've done," you ask, though your voice remains steady at the end like a statement. "pretty thing, we are in my office. that means no messes."
"doesn't feel as good as when you're in me," he rasps, leaning up and kissing the base of your cock. "please, baby? promise i'll clean up later."
"you can't always get your way through flattery," you chuckle as he stands, tilting and falling against you as if he belongs there, wrapped in your arms. one hand travels further down and cups his ass, squeezing the supple warmth of it. he moans airily.
"it's worked so far," he whispers. "go sit down, big boy. gonna ride you like you deserve."
"what, you're going to tease this gorgeous little ass and i'm not allowed to have a taste?" you tease, and taehyung grins, pressing chest-to-chest with you. "you're a cruel man."
he smiles, still panting softly, and presses his lips to the line of your jaw. "maybe later," he murmurs. "will you clean me up and take care of me afterwards?"
"depends on my mood, pretty," you hum, guided over to your seat and watching as he sets himself atop your lap. you squeeze his thighs, sitting up against his back.
"you're a chivalrous man, boss. you wouldn't force me to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg," he chuckles, placing his ass over your cock and grinding against it. he grips the armrest and turns his head over his shoulder to kiss you, the other hand coming up to grip your hair. "mm – fuck me already. wanna feel your cock fill me up like a whore – been waiting for ages to get you alone for this."
"you could always call me outside of work, you know?"
"but where's the fun in that?" he teases, and sinks down on your cock with a breathy relieved moan that makes you shiver.
holy fuck. he's so damn warm, so wet. for a moment your thoughts fizzle out into pleasant static shooting down your spine and out to your fingers and toes. just being with him, close to him, enveloped by his faint blue cologne, makes heaven an afterthought.
when you come to and open your eyes – despite not remembering closing them – you are met with taehyung's soft smoky gaze, his warm palm cupping your cheek. he smiles, breathless, as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing your foreheads together. "you're handsome when you come."
after taking a moment to gather yourself, you frown slightly, shifting your hands higher on his thighs. no, you are most certainly still hard. "wishful thinking, much?"
"no, that was better than watching you come." he nuzzles into your cheek and jaw, then presses your foreheads together again with a soft roll of his hips. the action has you gasping and he slots his mouth against yours, taking advantage of the moment of weakness to slip his tongue between your teeth.
knowing he, your quiet, pretty little secretary, is the one to bring you down from your pedestal, fills him with insurmountable pride. smugness, too – a healthy dose of it. after all, the media made you into the country's most eligible bachelor, and still here you were, leaning into his touch like a soft college boyfriend. you've spent every waking moment since you turned eighteen having columnists nipping at your heels and biting into your clothes, your friends, your love life, and anything else they can twist into drama or some moral fault with you. he knows how high your walls are because of it and the fact that you decided to give him a chance, to let him help you, despite looking like every one of the scandalmongers who've ever hurt you, makes him proud.
you'd never truly lost that pureness about you, that faith in people's goodness that most lose the first time they're betrayed by those they love. that is a very hard thing to do when so many close to you have had some dark immortal want to leech out of you.
taehyung's getting ahead of himself. he can start thinking such things when you start calling him your boyfriend.
"i missed you," he whispers, breath hitching as the ridge of your cockhead catches on his rim. he reaches behind himself, guiding himself onto your dick, and his fingernails dig into your shoulder as he throws his head back with a breathless moan.
"yeah?" you murmur, because you can't ever stay upset at taehyung. "it's only been a few hours. fuck. mm – couldn't have known. maybe you should've sent me a few more videos of yourself."
he tries to gasp in offence, but it comes out too breathy, too pleased. he bounces on your lap with his creamy thighs bracketing yours. "pig. why do you want videos when you have the real thing right in front of you?"
"so i can remember you on lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms."
he scoffs, chuckling softly as he circles his hips, making you groan and tighten your grip on him. he cups the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. "give me a promotion, big boy. then your nights won't have to be so lonely."
"you and your silver tongue," you murmur, placing your hands on the curve of his ass, the tiny dip of flesh at the base of his spine. he arches into your touch with a soft sigh, clenching around you and enveloping you in his velvety heat.
"mhm. you know what my tongue can do," he teases, content to fill himself up with you and do nothing else for the rest of the day. he could sit here, pretty as a princess, for the rest of his life and he'd have no qualms about it.
you, however, have different ideas.
you hook your arms under his thighs and rise to your feet, swiping pens and papers clear of your desk and onto the floor with a clatter – he laughs – and you set him down on your desk, kissing his jaw and neck. you nip at his earlobe and he growls in warning playfully, yanking your hair to bring your throat closer to him. he sucks a hickey onto the sensitive skin, the sting giving way to pleasure far too easily.
he spreads his knees and leans back, grabbing your cock with one hand and bracing against the desk with the other, and slips you back inside him with a long moan of bliss. "y-you're so big..."
"don't stroke my ego," you chuckle, stroking his soft, smooth hips and thighs as you thrust hilt-deep into him, easier now that he's adjusted. "god knows it's big enough as it is."
"of course i have to. you're the – the top man." his breath hitches as your cock glides against his swollen prostate, dragging against it roughly with how tightly he's stretched around you. he swears he can follow the line of the veins when it rides against his gummy walls with a harsh thrust. "oh, fuck! baby!"
"that feel good, hm?" you murmur into his ear, the sweet decadence of it rolling over his brain like waves over the shore.
"yes," he moans, eyes rolling back as you press into him, a single shift of the angle of your hips enough to make his back arch and his mouth fall open. "yes, yes! ah, f-fuck, right there – right there, harder, don't stop..."
you know his body like the back of your hand. gripping his thighs until they dimple under your fingertips, you pull out until just the tip rests against his hole. with a snap of your hips, you bury yourself deep in his warmth, making him jerk and cry out. his cock spurts prematurely and he gnaws on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut to will down his budding high. his nails dig into your shoulders.
"i told you," he pants, glistening eyes raising to meet yours. "harder."
what your secretary wants, he gets.
your cock slams directly into his prostate and he gasps, whimpering softly as you set a quick, hungry pace. still unsatisfied, you push your mouth against his, tongue dipping between his lips to taste his coffee.
milk, two sugars.
he always had a sweet tooth.
his damp hair sticks to his temples, the perfect salon waves bouncing rapidly with each smack of your hips against his ass. he moans into your mouth as his cock jerks, swollen and heavy against his slim stomach. it bounces with each powerful thrust and he cries out, the sweet sound echoing in your office for anyone to hear.
he whines softly, a softer sound than he'd ever let anyone else hear. he claws at your shoulders and sides, panting against your lips and submitting to your demanding kisses with messy clouded lust. the slap of skin on skin only arouses him further and he grabs your tie in a white-knuckled grip, tugging your mouth down against his the moment it parts for air.
"close," he whimpers into the kiss, and his eyes flutter back into his skull as your cock punches the breath out of his lungs, fucking him faster, harder, deeper. he opens his eyes, half-lidded and dazed, as you sweep his hair out of his eyes, combing it back gently with your fingers.
you tug. he comes.
his velvety searing heat swallows you whole, animal in its hunger, and he digs his heels into your lower back, forcing your cock deeper in him until you have no choice but to follow him over the precipice, crashing over it like blue waves over white rock. his pleasure is engulfing, almost stifling despite his tenderness. he curls into your grasp, panting and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and his hot, shuddering breath stirs against the fine skin of your collarbone.
when your hips slow to give him a moment of respite – surely he'd want one, you thought, barely able to eke out a gasp of your name – he instead takes the chance to chastise you.
"couldn't you have... finished... any faster?" he huffs, his chest heaving as he gulps down air between words. "you've a meeting in five minutes."
with your thoughts still lingering on the image of taehyung's bliss and the clandestine knowledge that he'd made a mess on your desk, you take a moment to respond. when you do, you're incredulous.
"wait, are you trying to keep me on schedule? now?"
"it's... it's office hours. i still have to do my job." he rolls his eyes, as if you aren't balls-deep inside of him. you remind him with a few shallow, gentle thrusts – he sucks in a shaky breath and tips his head back with a shake to let his bangs fall more comfortably over his forehead. "lord knows you're not the one keeping an eye on your timetable."
"we can talk about that later, and just reschedule that damn meeting. they'll wait for me." you press your lips to the dip just beneath his ear and he hums, lazily content. then, as if remembering that he has to play bad cop and not laze in the comfort of your touch, his eyes flutter open and his mouth thins into a straight line.
"you're making a bad habit out of this," he argues. there he is – your fiery assistant. if you looked at him now, you'd never know he'd just been making dirty videos with sultry smiles.
"the best kind of habit," you murmur, shifting your hips. his breath hitches and his grip tightens involuntarily on your shoulder, making you smirk. "don't worry, taehyung. i'll give you the rest of the day off. you need one – at least today because of me."
his frown deepens at your cheeky comment, even though his cheeks flush. "i don't take days off."
"you always say that, but what are you doing right now? working hard or hardly working?" you tease, sliding your hands up his thighs and hips.
"it's – different," he manages to gasp out, clicking his tongue when your nails drag over the veins of his messy cock. "stop that. you have a meeting, remember?"
you draw your hand back. "i was working when you sent me those videos. i seem to recall you were, too. this feels unfair."
"unfair?" he repeats. "you liked them. you always like them." he pauses. "don't you?"
"i'm not sure the other people on the train appreciate your beauty as much as i do." you kiss him and he hums, accepting your tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. "don't stop sending your videos."
"is that an order, big boy?" he whispers.
"yes, it is," you reply, and he smiles, brief and sweet. you pull out of him gently, rubbing the join between his hip and thigh soothingly as he moans softly through bitten lips. "now, you have an email to write. that meeting won't postpone itself."
he huffs, allowing you to help him down from your desk. he turns around, leaning over it to grab his laptop from the corner, and you press yourself into his back and ass, teasing your cock against his hole. the coffee he grabbed for you sits cold on the edge of your desk next to the pen holder.
"tell me what the email says," you murmur into his neck, caressing his stomach with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.
taehyung's breath shudders as he nods, opening up the calendar and shifting the meeting to three days later. moving it a few hours means you look sloppy with your time management, and so does one day. three days looks like a choice – like you have better things to do with your time. these men don't have anyone else to go to, so they'll wait for you no matter what.
"your conference with mr ln has been moved to thursday, august twenty-first. please see attached—" he closes his eyes as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing. "p-please see attached a link to your updated appointment."
you shrug, peppering kisses over the freckles of his neck and shoulder. "good enough. send it."
he clicks send and closes his laptop, pushing it away as you lift him into your arms. he gasps and wraps his limbs around you, holding tight as you move him to the couch on the other side of the room. you hover over him as he pants softly, staring up at you with dark eyes and plump red lips.
"by the way, i've received message that your suit's been delivered to your home," you say with a soft smile. "you're going to outshine everyone at that stupid awards ceremony."
"you say that as if you won't like seeing me in it. you can fuck me in it in the car afterwards. you bought it, after all." his eyes glint dangerously. "maybe i'll wear a surprise under it – to celebrate your successes, of course."
you grin, filthy and boyish, and taehyung's heart flutters. "you've just made me very excited for that day. come grab coffee with me after work – we can test how much space i have in my backseat."
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LIKE YOU CARE // KTH
sometimes, you wish he would just confess
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taehyung can't help but act on his jealousy. you can't help but wonder when he'll ever grow up
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pairing: jealous taehyung + oc (ft. wooshik)
au/genre:
situationship au
one shot
implied smut
warnings:
jealousy
frustrating situationship feels
note: originally posted on @/meowachi ,, revised !!
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Almost abruptly, he enters the washroom and shuts the door behind him. His eyes are completely fixated on yours, yet his gaze is so unfamiliar to you. It looks urgent. It looks needy. Like second nature, he locks the door behind him and takes a deep breath in.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Taehyung takes a step towards you and you take a moment to look into his eyes and you see it easily.
Jealousy.
Is it toxic to say how much this has become your favourite part of him?
“I don’t know.. Did I say a punchline?” you ask a little dumbfounded. Though you can tell that he isn’t in the mood to play dumb—which is a first—you love to push his buttons.
He places his hands on your waist, pushing you against the sink counter. God, he’s so close to you that you can smell the mix of his cologne and sweat. You can’t help but lift his chin and place kisses from behind his ear down to his collarbones. You know he won’t be able to resist you. Not when you act like this. Not when you show him how bad you want him.
“Miss me?” you ask him softly. “Mad at me?”
He huffs.
You kiss him once on his lips and finally ask; “want me?”
Taehyung lets out a shakey moan in response. Without warning, you brush your hand against his area and fumble with the zipper. Taehyung tries to focus on the smell of your hair or the smell of your girly body wash instead if his fucking dick.. But you’re wearing his favourite perfume. It’s the same one you wore when you two first met—how could he forget such a scent? Yet, the scent that consumed him entirely is the scent of you.
Just you.
And he hates it.
He hates how it’s practically covered up by whatever cheap cologne the other guy was wearing. Taehyung tries to focus on you. The prettiest girl here. The girl that’s kissing his neck but he can’t—he just feels so off. How do you do this to him? How do your sweet kisses feel against his skin not enough right now? How could only you get him this excited and annoyed at the same time? What was happening to him? He’s not used to this.
In all honesty, Taehyung has never had to worry about other competitors. Regardless if he was in a talking stage, situationship, or a full-on established relationship—he never had to worry about this.. Or perhaps, he never truly cared if he lost or won the girl.
He cares now.
He cares about you.
He knows it because suddenly, he’s picturing it. How other guys were all over you just moments before this. How his eyes darted over to you the moment he heard your laugh echo in the crowd. It made his ears turn red from anger and his ego hurt. It fractured his self-esteem and lit the question: is he enough for you? Because if he was… You wouldn’t feel entertained by other guys, right? Or were you just playing with him? Were you just toying with his feelings for you? To be fair, he never knew how deep they were for you until tonight.
So, okay.
Fine.
You win.
“___, you’re such a bitch.” Taehyung mumbles as his hands find their way to tug on the hem of your skirt. “Am I not good enough for you?”
“Excuse me?” you laugh, pulling away from him. Maybe you could connect the dots more easily if he gave you more context. What was he saying? Taehyung? The man that’s known to be so confident even in his failures… Is he insecure right now? Over what?
You want to ask. You want to play dumb. You want to explore each reaction he could give you.. But you have a gut feeling that he isn’t in the mood to play games. His signature possessive energy feels off. It’s like he’s scared.
A part of him is.
He’s too much of a coward to admit how he truly feels.
Though he had been a lot more demanding with the hookups lately and rather clingy after them—something in you did not expect this kind of behaviour from the campus dream boy. Taehyung had gotten attached and you knew it.
Tonight was proving exactly that.
He had feelings for you and you knew it. It’s safe to say that you’ve noticed it for a while now and it only made it more difficult not to make the assumption. You only play dumb for his sake. It’s to spare his ego and place the ball in his court.
The truth is if he wants you; he could have you. He just had to ask. But he doesn’t. Instead, he plays the game like a childish high school boy. So, you’ll wait.
You’ll wait until he’s man enough to use his words instead of acting like this.
“That try-hard—”
“His name is Wooshik. Baby, isn’t he in a bunch of your classes? Aren’t you guys in the same friend group as— “
“That kid was literally after you—”
“He’s older than you.”
“That’s even worse,” he says rather sharply. “He was probably looking for someone to fuck and chuck—”
You giggle, interrupting him. “Are you kidding me? He looks so soft and cute! It’s like perfect boyfriend aesthetic—”
“He didn’t even have the decency to ask if you’re even seeing someone!”
There it is.
It spills out from his lips like he had been holding it all in. He stares at you blankly when he realizes what he said.
“Am I seeing someone?”
“Whose in front of you right now, ___?” Taehyung answers unimpressed. “Look, it’s not that deep.. It’s just.. You said it would be okay that we’d start talking to each other at parties but you didn’t even last a five-minute conversation with me before you moved on to someone else—”
“Like you care.”
“So what if I do? Would it bad such a bad thing?”
Then it happens.
The eager look in his eyes softens. His gaze lowers and you fall into some sort of trance. He looks so angelic. The curves on his face and the way he blinks at you make your tummy turn. Something between you two feels like it’s sparkling and you look at him lovingly. A small smile appears on his face when it registers to him that; no. it wouldn’t be bad.
“Ohh,” you play along, “my poor baby!”
You fix the strands of his hair and he pulls away from you. The moment passes and you’re back to being a tease. You squish his cheeks and smile at him angelically. “Wooshik was cute, wasn’t he? He had a nice back profile and you know just how much broad shoulders make me feel— “
“I have a nice back profile. My shoulders are literally twice his.” Taehyung takes your hand and places it on his shoulders. You make a face, sighing as you squeeze his shoulders.
“Mhmm.. I don’t know. Wooshik doesn’t seem to be in such a grumpy mood. Maybe I should go back down there and—”
“And what?”
You groan. “Let me finish, Taehyung!”
“Not the first time you’ve said that,” he laughs. You roll your eyes at his immaturity and even hit his chest.
Now you’re not in the mood.
You should just go back downstairs and enjoy the rest of the party. Who cares about Taehyung? He’s all talk.
Taehyung is cute and all but he too could be a real piece of shit. It’s odd to say, but this is how you two are. Cat and dog, bickering until it counts. When it does count, suddenly you two are the only one the other wants. With Taehyung, it’s a constant push and pull until one of you gives in. It’s always been like this.
Maybe, it’s time for a change.
You lightly push away from him and reach for the door. Without hesitation, he playfully pulls you back to him and presses his body against yours. “Don’t do that,” Taehyung gulps, unsure whether he should stand stronger than this. With the wrong words and the slightest gesture—he could come off desperate. “Don’t be mad at me, ___.”
“I’m not mad at you,” you reassure him. “I just want to go talk to the kid downstairs and ask him if he’s the type to give flowers to a girl—”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh? Please do,” you giggle, pulling him in and crashing your lips onto his. You place your hand on top of where his heart is and feel how fast it begins to beat. It’s a given when Taehyung smiles into the kiss. When he deepens the kiss and you allow so, he thinks of confessing soon. He thinks of what to say and what gesture to pull off later.
Maybe something with flowers.
For now, kissing you would be his confession. He hopes you know it.
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KTH- Quiet Getaway
You were used to Taehyung surprising you, wether it be with a new dog, a new car, a new dress to match his favourite suits or even a bouquet of flowers. So the fact he had planned an entire week holiday to Japan should have been nothing, but it was not.
He hasn’t booked a room at a hotel instead renting an entire house, accompanied with a pool, a tennis court and even a mini golf court.
It was safe to say you were amazed, taehyung was much more privy to these luxuries than you, even though he always made it clear you was entirely welcome to join him and the members on their travel you always felt like something of an imposter.
He was always quick to reassure you that you wasn’t the case. However the last incident had put you out of commission for attending any kind of luxury places for the near future, even the thought alone made you cringe.
You had accompanied Taehyung on a trip to Paris for fashion week, he had been personally invited by celine. The brand had wanted him to attend so much so that they sent a private jet to accommodate his travel.
Fans had lined the streets of Paris chanting for Taehyung and he bounced between the fashion houses and various stores. Your relationship with taehyung hadn’t been made public, instead you had both decided along with the company that they would portray you as a staff member to ensure you both had privacy.
You tried to explain that to the security guard at one of the Luxury stores but he was not in the mode to listen, instead directing you back to stand with the other fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the idol.
You tried to text taehyung to let him know that you had gotten stuck in the crowd outside and soon enough he came to rescued you, having his manager explain to the security that you too was supposed to be with Tae. The security guard has apologised profusely and you had accepted wanting the situation to be over but it couldn’t held the embarrassment you felt.
The thought that you could not be someone to THE Kim Taehyung was somewhat disappointed but he made sure to keep you happy through the day, he asked the manager to walk beside you to prevent it happening again but you declined telling him you were going to head back to the hotel.
You felt bad at seeing the worried look flash across his eyes but you dismissed it with a smile saying you were just dealing with a bout of jetlag.
He didn’t believe you and you knew that as such but he still wanted to explore and had a few more meetings to attend so he let you go, discreetly kissing you in the back of the car before having the driver drop you off at the hotel.
You felt humiliated as you climbed into the bathtub, you cried until your eyes were sore. You knew Tae would ask but you had no way to explain how demeaning it felt to have someone deem you as “not enough” to be a staff member, let alone his girlfriend.
It hadn’t been the first time it had happened in the three years you had been together, the memories of being pushed aside by security at concerts or fan sign events had given you some what of a fear to attending. It didn’t mean you supported him any less just that you wanted to save him the trouble of continuously rescuing you.
When he got back to the hotel that day he had already planned an apology, coming in with flowers and your favourite chocolates and food. He held you for a while, explaining how sorry he was, how he should have noticed. You tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault but he was firm that it was, that he should have put you first.
That was 7 months ago and you hadn’t gone with him to any event since, he knew it wasn’t a personal thing, he knew you loved him, he truly could understand.
You were ready to decline when he asked you to come on a trip with him but he assured you that it would only be you two, no camera, no schedule, just a couple having a week long trip.
The flight was quiet, thankfully you’d avoided Kmedia and no one happened to recognise either of you. You still hadn’t gotten used to the luxuries of first class but Tae was making sure to fulfil your every whim. You loved how much effort he put in to try and make it such a memorable experience for you both.
“Baby we landed, you gotta get up.” He shook you lightly, his voice gruff as if he too had just woken up. You found his disheveled hair adorable as you reached up to card a hand through it before standing up.
“Do you have everything?” You asked before you both began following the instructions to exit the flight to which he nodded, lacing his hand in your own as he guided you off.
He had already planned for a driver to take you to the place you were suppose to be staying at. The drive was quiet, both of you taking in the sights and trying to recover from the tiredness.
You audibly gasped as you see the house for the first time.
“It’s called rusutsu chalet.” He explained. As he climbed out the car, thanking the driver as he helped you bring your luggage inside.
You made note of the artwork on the walls, something that was very much Taheyungs style.
“What do you think” He laughed as he nudged you further into the house, giving you the go ahead to explore as much as you wanted to.
You were at a loss for words, you’d never seen something so high class, secretly you were afraid to touch anything, it all seemed so delicate and not something you could afford to replace.
It was truly stunning, you were unsure how anyone could stay here, the house belonged in a museum.
You had wandered around for nearly twenty minuets, enjoying and exploring the property, even peeking outside before Tae called you over to the extremely large couch.
“There’s something I want to explain.” He said with his lips pursed, a focused look on his face only making you worry.
You walked over to him painfully slow, was this where he ended it?
Rationally you knew it made no sense to bring you all the way here to break up with you but you’d never seen him this serious when it came to a conversation with you.
“What’s wrong Te?” You asked, keeping your voice as neutral as possible.
He buried his head into your neck forcing you to lay backwards where he kept you for a while before pulling himself up and you along with. You weren’t sure whether you were going to have sex or be made single but either way you were highly confused.
“I paid for this, for us.” He explained, gesturing round to the house.
You nodded, of course he had. “I know Tae, I wish you’d let me help pay it must be so expensive for the week.”
He shakes his head sighing. “No I mean I brought it for us, the house.”
“You did what?!” You shot up, thrown off by the unexpected revelation.
He laughed, gently pulling you back down to the couch. “I know that every time we go somewhere the majority of it you’re too worried to be shut out, too worried to be a burden. I called the airline and set up my card with them. Any time you want to enjoy yourself you just call them and book a flight here. I thought it would give us somewhere private where you could enjoy all the wonderful things you haven’t been able to. I also thought it would be better to have a second place to go to so that when we want to be together but it’s too busy in Korea we can come here.”
“So this is what you were doing last week when you said you had to sign contracts!” You slapped his arm playfully.
He laugh nodding. “I want you to feel as important, regardless of our income or job titles I want you to know that with me you are my equal. There will never be a place I go that you are not welcome.”
“Tae..” Your vision blurred as he engulfed you in a hug, you didn’t mind the way his hair ticketed your face or the way you were twisted uncomfortably. This was the most selfless thing anyone had ever done for you.
“Do you like it?” He asks again, this time more hopeful.
“Although I’m not happy that you didn’t talk to me about it because god this looks so expensive I think if I ever knew I’d cry, I am so touched that you would create a place for us that was our own.” You kissed him, letting your hands roam across his stomach, dipping daringly below his waist band.
His breath hitched, a sign telling you that his calm composure was a facade. “You know, we live together right? Back home? We always have a place that’s our own. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”
“Such a thoughtful boyfriend aren’t you Tae Tae ?” You whisper against his ear, feeling your own excitement pool between your legs.
You was not expecting it as he bent down, picking you up in his arms as if you was a baby as he headed towards the stairs.
“Tae! Put me down!” You squealed.
He landed a spank to your ass, effectively silencing you. “Nope. I’m going to fuck you in every single room of our house.”
“I love you Kim Taehyung.” You whispered breathlessly.
“I adore you most, my love.”
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portrait of a prince — kth
PORTRAIT OF A PRINCE | Kim Taehyung | Requested by anon.
Plot: Taehyung is not the beloved prince that his parents want him to be. Alcohol seeps through his veins, opium suffuses the air around him and a new face enters his bed chambers every night. What will he do when his old love enters the palace as his royal painter?
Pairing: Crown Prince!Taehyung x Royal Painter!OC (Name: Angel)
Genre: Royalty | Artist
Type: One-shot
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 6.5k
Warnings: drug use (opium smoking), alcohol consumption (intoxication, makgeolli), explicit sexual content (fingering, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie), angst (taehyung is a bit of an ass and plays around).
Author’s Note: aahh i really liked writing this one, thank you to anon for requesting this again and I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts!
Being invited as a painter for the crown prince was an honour beyond imagining. Angel was used to painting for small nobles, merchants and courtesans. Now she stood in the jade halls of the white tiger palace, deep late afternoon light seeped through the curtains of the red wood windows.
Angel held onto her papers and supplies tightly as she moved closer to the double doors, showing the insignia of the white tiger in polished ivory and emeralds for eyes.
She had never been to the palace. In their late teenage years, Taehyung used to visit the lower parts of the kingdom where her home was. He would learn literature and art alongside her with Angel’s father. Taehyung would always joke, remember certain dialogues and play them out to her just to make her laugh. His smile stuck to his face like there was nothing else he could do with it.
Angel spent five years trying to forget those things, but now they came rushing back like honey on her tongue. She wanted to see him again, see his smile again. Ask him how he had been. Whether he still thought about her. Perhaps.
The stoic guards opened the doors slowly, letting Angel walk through the slight gap of the doors. Doors only opened wide for important guests, not some humble painter who got lucky.
Angel sighed in frustration, keeping her supplies pressed to her chest. The room was luxurious with paper walls, peach blossoms painted across the crème background with beautiful mats and the sweetness of incense in the air.
In the center, Prince Taehyung sat on a chair, his knees spread apart and a stranger knelt between them.
Their hair was long and brown, head bobbing up and down as the noise of slurping suffused the air. Taehyung’s head was thrown back slightly, both in pleasure and even a hint of boredom.
Half-lidded eyes flickered to see Angel at the room. His reaction was late, moving at a snail like pace to pat the head of the stranger. “It seems we have a guest. Take a break,” he said to the stranger.
Angel tried with all her might to push down the discomfort in her chest. Of course, Taehyung wasn’t going to refrain from his own pleasures through the five years they were apart. They had no commitment to one another. Taehyung himself had no commitment to anything but his lineage and people. She shouldn’t have expected him to wait for her, be happy to see her or even remember her.
Taehyung was the one who stopped sending letters after a year. Angel should’ve understood it from then that there were no more connections here.
Embarrassment burned under her skin. The purple cotton dress she wore, Taehyung’s favourite dress and the jade bracelet, the one Taehyung made himself, grew heavy on her wrist. Angel wanted to run away and change, forget this ever happened but she forced to press her feet on the floor. This was her job. She would do it with confidence and maturity.
The stranger stood to their feet, barely giving her a glance before walking out of the bedroom as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
As the door closed behind Angel, she kept her gaze away as Taehyung covered himself back up with the same aloofness of never needing to rush.
“Why have you interrupted my pleasantries?” Taehyung asked, voice more rasped than Angel ever remembered. The joy in his voice was lost, faded.
“I’ve been assigned to paint your portrait, sire.” Angel always called him by his first name but Taehyung didn’t seem to recognize her at all. It had only been a few years. Was she truly that unmemorable in his mind?
He was a prince. Of course, she was unmemorable. He had consorts, lovers in every corner of the palace. Why would he remember one humble painter from five years ago?
Angel knew this well but it still made her heart feel like the devil himself was twisting it like lemon in his tea.
Taehyung hummed and waved his long fingers to the side. “Please, begin when you’re ready.”
Angel bowed, moving to do as he ordered without thinking about how much he changed. Except she had to. The moment the papers were up and the brush was ready, she had to look at him clearly. Taehyung’s jawline turned sharp, cheeks sunken. Dark shadows under the skin of his eyes, his lips shaped for an uninterested prince, not the laughter-loving boy she knew. Angel did portraits of him before.
Taehyung could never stop smiling. He would pretend to snore and then rush over to see her progress only to see a plain sketch.
But here he was unmoving like a statue. A true figure of a perfect prince.
Angel sketched what she saw and what she didn’t see. The queen ordered for the prince to look his best, his most put together. Not the man who just had a mistress sucking his cock in the late afternoon when he clearly had an appointment. Frustration seeped through her. She should have no expectations of him. He was a crown prince, a future king, he could never stay the same loveable boy that she fell in love with.
In her concentration and trance, Taehyung then shifted and stood. He walked closer to her, his gold silk robes brushing across the floor before he sat right next to her.
Years ago, Angel would’ve felt warmth at having him close. But this Taehyung smelled thick of opium and makgeolli instead of sweet mangoes. It made her uncomfortable to be around him, a feeling that hurt her most.
“Are you a dancer as well?” Taehyung slurred. “You look like a dancer.”
Angel took a deep breath to calm herself and kept sketching. “I’m just a painter, sire.”
Taehyung smiled, humming. “Don’t be flustered. Portraits often take weeks or months, we should try to get to know each other.” He reached out and gently brushed the edge of her sleeve, revealing her bracelet. It was then he paused.
It was a pretty bracelet, made from jade with ivory to form flower petals and rubies in the center. In between those flowers were their initials together. Angel’s cheeks burned harsher now that he had seen it. But it changed something in Taehyung.
His expression twisted from bored to shocked. Finger caressed the engraved initial. “Where’d you get this?”
“It was a gift,” she said as soft as a whisper.
Taehyung pulled his hand away, eyes darted to another corner in the room, unable to look at her. His eyes turned sad and confused as if the alcohol faded off him just by the sight of a simple bracelet. “We’ll continue this tomorrow,” he spoke kindly this time before standing up and rushing out of the room.
***
Yesterday’s appointment wasn’t quite anything like what Angel expected their reunion to be. Today, Taehyung asked for her to come in the morning just after the sunrises and the air was still wet to the touch. Angel wore her own yellow cotton dress with thick robe to shield the cold. She left the bracelet in her guest bed chamber, not wishing to continue any further conversation on the matter. They were not the same people anymore and that was it.
Taehyung wanted the portrait to be painted outside near the ponds and red blossom trees. Angel admired the fishes glimmering in orange and grey scales as the stone and wood finery glistened from morning dew. A table was prepared for her supplies already, with a tea set made from porcelain, steaming the scent of jasmine. Her favourite tea.
Two servants already stood at the edge of the ponds, keeping a watchful eye on her.
Angel tried to ignore them and prepared her papers. The rough sketches from yesterday caressed the painful memory back to the forefront of her mind. A troubling thought entered her mind. Maybe he was always like this. Angel had never been to the palace, she only saw as the prince who came to visit the lower towns. This may have always been him all along. He must’ve been lying with other women while gifting her bracelets he probably never made.
It was so possible. And so stupid not to realize earlier.
***
Taehyung should’ve known that his mother would choose Angel as the new royal painter. He should’ve expected it. The moment he saw that bracelet, perched so lovingly around her wrist, he felt the opium breath exude as he spoke. Shame bloomed in him, burning his cheeks. Never in his life did he feel ashamed of his activities but looking at those soft eyes again, seeing him at his worst, he felt pathetic.
As he walked to the ponds, Taehyung kept his chest high, pushing his confidence beyond his own threshold. He saw her sitting at the table he prepared for her. She looked like a dripping of honey, her cheeks glowing from the wet air and her pen across the paper was just as delicate as ever.
“Good morning,” Taehyung said, trying to sound as kind as possible. The back of his neck burned remembering what Angel had seen yesterday.
Angel’s expression was neutral and professional which only made him feel worse. “Good morning, Your Majesty.” She stood up and bowed.
“Please, sit.” Taehyung gestured for her to perch back down.
And she did without looking back at him.
Taehyung sat on the other end, facing Angel in a small distance. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked. “Did you want something?”
Angel stared at him, as if she was peeling each layer of him until she could see the man he was yesterday. The shameful one who didn’t care. “I’m alright, Your Majesty.” She began to dip the brush into the paint, continuing on with her work.
“How have you been?” Taehyung asked. “Are your parents doing well?”
“Why are you hiding yourself?” Angel’s question lingered thick in the air, bringing the fiery feeling in his chest.
“I’m—I’m not hiding myself.”
Angel pushed her sleeve back and started to paint across the paper. “Royals always want to show false ideas in their portraits. What you did yesterday was exactly the person you are. A spoiled prince who has everyone on their knees for him and he fills himself with every indulgence purely because he has nothing else to do.” Bitterness laced her tone and venom seeped through her gaze.
Taehyung’s heart clenched. He could’ve easily asked her to leave. Leave and let him forget any interaction they had, just like how he stopped sending letters. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her but his life had nothing to talk about. What would he even have said to her? I drank today and passed out in the hallway. I slept with a maid and pretended I didn’t know her the day after. He couldn’t anymore because his life was nothing to brag about. Angel had sent four letters since he decided to stop. Four letters he had read and never replied. Four chances to redeem himself in her eyes. When the fifth letter never came, his heart clenched then too.
He should ask her to leave. So he wouldn’t have this incessant feeling in his stomach of guilt and shame. Those soft, glossed eyes staring at him like he wasn’t good enough for her anymore. Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat, itching the top of his thigh, desperate for some opium to calm himself down.
Further and further Angel peeled every layer of him, making him feel raw and bruised but he sat there. He sat because he wanted to keep looking at her. The woman he had loved. The one he still loved deeply yet pushed so far away.
***
Angel spent the rest of the night painting the scenery of the ponds. She needed a moment away from looking at Taehyung, remembering his face and the expressions he gave her. As a prince, he had every right to kick her out of the palace for what she said. Even now the words lingered in weight on her own tongue but he didn’t say anything. Not a word. That sense of patience that a younger Taehyung would’ve had for her hard heart.
She shook her head, her hand hovered over the painting, small droplets of red staining the paper amongst the wild blossom trees. Angel sighed in frustration and put the brush back onto its wooden rest.
Getting up from her chair, Angel opted to take a walk out into the hallways since sleep was whisking away from her at every minute. Her fingers immediately went to her wrist, empty of the jade that had wrapped around it for years. The urge to put it back on again just to return to normalcy.
“Sire, please,” a worried servant spoke meekly. “You need to get back to your chambers.”
“I can sit wherever I want,” Taehyung’s voice grumbled.
Angel turned the corner of the hallway to see a scrawny servant hunched over Taehyung, the prince who sat right against the wall with a porcelain cup dropped next to him on the floor.
“Sire, if someone sees you this way,” he whispered.
“Let them see it!” Taehyung growled, throwing the porcelain cup and throwing it against the wall, smashing and forcing the servant to cower back.
Angel rushed down the hallway, both pity and anger rushing through her.
The servant stammered, glancing to the side as he trembled.
“It’s alright,” Angel said with as kind of a tone as she could get. Turning to Taehyung, she frowned. “Don’t be cruel to your servants.”
Taehyung’s dark brows furrowed as he stared up at her. Brown curls hovered over his eyes, shirt half-open with his chest heaving and gold necklace gleaming. His lips were plump and red, the dark shadows under his eyes thickened but there was a vulnerability behind him. Like he was still that loveable, playful Taehyung trapped inside a broken prince that stopped appreciating the world around him. “So you’re telling me what to do now?”
“Who else is going to?” Angel asked, crouching down and taking his arm over her shoulder. “Help me carry him to his room.” The thick smell of makgeolli nearly made her eyes water but they managed to drag him back into his bed chambers.
Angel tenderly peeled off his clothes, helping the frightened servant wrap fresh nightwear atop his overheated skin. She poured water into a bronze cup and helped him take a few sips.
“Why’re you being nice to me now?” Taehyung asked as Angel guided him back to his bed. “You looked like you hated me before. What I’ve turned into.” He groaned as he slumped onto the soft surface.
Angel stayed silent, glancing back at the servant as she placed the blanket over his body. “I don’t like what you’ve turned into,” she said honestly. “But that doesn’t mean I hate you.” It felt a part of her peeled open speaking those words. The worst part was that Taehyung may easily forget them. Perhaps that was a comfort in some way.
Taehyung watched her through the light, wisped curtain of his hair.
Angel swallowed the small lump forming in her throat. Habit overcame as she reached out and brushed away his hair, caressing the top of his forehead for a brief moment. Then sense overcame with burning of her cheeks as she pulled away.
Taehyung grabbed onto her hand, placing it onto his chest. His gaze pierced deep into her until she could feel every memory of their togetherness, every touch, every kiss and every sweet whisper in the morning. It was so sweet to taste it all again. But so painful. “I missed you,” he muttered. “I never wanted to leave.”
Tears burned in her eyes before gently pulling her hand away. “Get some sleep,” she said and rushed out of the room. The moment she closed the doors behind her, all she could do was sob.
***
Silence consumed their next painting session. It was inside today as rain pattered and the sky filled thick with grey clouds. The censor wafted comforting warm air on the side of Angel while her back shivered slightly from the wispy cool breeze. She wore a deep green dress with a transparent green robe over top, her hair was loosely tied back right down to the curve of her waist.
Taehyung sat on his chair, both with a rigidity but a level of exhaustion that softened his posture. He wore the same black robe and silver overcoat, his hair open and waved, amethyst earrings glimmering against even the faint light.
Angel tried her best not to stare at the beautiful pursed lips and that soft expression. The way he stared at her like caresses on the cheek and neck. Warmth spread in her belly but she kept her focus. Focus. She painted the details lovingly, the tenderness of his eyes contrasted with the sharp edge of his jawline. How his skin felt so soft under her palm. How he held her hand like it was precious to him.
“Thank you,” Taehyung said, breaking her out of a trance. “For helping me.”
Angel shook her head. “Anyone would’ve done it.”
“But you didn’t need to.”
“I needed to.” Because it would kill her knowing Taehyung slept alone on the floor. Knowing that he was alone and no one was able to help when she could. When she wanted to.
Taehyung stared at her for a while and Angel paused this time, staring back at him as her chest began to rise and fall. Her heart raced as her mind finally made herself feel. Feel just how much sweetness seeped through her when she truly admitted how much she missed him. How much she loved him and wished him close.
Taehyung stood from the chair, padding closer until he reached his hand out.
Angel placed her brush down and accepted his hand, allowing him to pull her up to her feet. Her chest pressed against his until a harsh breath left her.
Taehyung nudged his nose against her hair, the gentle smell of jasmines floating through him and making him melt. It was so familiar and close to his heart. He grabbed onto her waist and pressed her closer, trailing his lips down her neck until he found the soft spot he knew well. He relished in her gasp as he began to suckle on that spot. He cupped the edge of her jawline, travelling to sneak underneath her robe.
“I missed you,” Angel said what she had wanted to say as her fingers buried in his hair. “I missed you.”
Taehyung felt his entire body hinge on those words like they were his own scripture. He latched off her neck and kissed her. Deeply, his tongue explored her warm mouth until it maddened him. He kept their lips locked until his lungs screamed for air.
When Angel broke the kiss, she forced in the deepest of breaths before letting out a chuckle as Taehyung leaned in for another peck. Taehyung untied Angel's dress, tracing his fingers against her bare skin wherever he could catch it. She shrugged off her robe and dress, allowing them to drop on the floor, leaving her only in her thin white underdress.
Angel peeled off his clothes, revealing the gleaming necklace around his neck and his heaving chest. She traced her fingertips, teasing the edges of his nipples until Taehyung grabbed onto her head and pulled her back into a kiss, her hair bunched up under his palms.
Taehyung groaned, grabbing Angel and placing her on the chair. He pulled down the sleeves of her underdress, and bunched the cloth at her waist. He pressed warm wet kisses on the curve of her breasts, pushing her legs apart and letting them hang over the arms. He saw her beautiful cunt on display, deep peach and glistening with lust.
The prince knelt for her, leaning in and taking a small kiss making her gasp. Then his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on the sensitive spot before licking down to her slit. Angel let out a breathy moan, gripping the roots of his hair and pressing him hard against her clit.
Taehyung lapped his tongue against the hardened clit, the taste of her delighting him. He pressed kisses on the soft skin of her labia before suckling on her clit again, with ferocity.
Angel's breath quickened as Taehyung chased her to an orgasm, pushing her to the edge on purpose. As her back began to arch at the welcome of her burst, Taehyung pulled away. Angel whined in response, bucking her hips which made Taehyung smirk.
He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss on her lips, making her taste her own arousal, warm and desperate. Taehyung trailed his long fingers down her belly back to her cunt, touching only the tip of her clit just to make her buck her hips again.
“Stop teasing,” Angel whispered.
Taehyung hummed, giving her a softer kiss this time, slow and loving. “I enjoy playing with you.” He kissed her temple. “Like my precious doll.”
Angel smiled, feeling her cheeks burn as Taehyung moved and pushed his finger inside her. Tight from all the years but ready and waiting. Yearning for that familiar fill. He added another finger, stretching her out and curling deep inside until she felt that sweet spot be brushed. Taehyung pressed his forehead against hers, breathing low and humming as her cunt began to squelch.
Taehyung moved his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pattern as thick layers of arousal make his skin glisten. Angel cupped his cheek, her body submitting under the gentle pleasure thrumming through her. She let out a breathy moan as he added another finger, making her full. She felt her release roll to the edge once again, a thick coil ready to explode onto his digits. “Taehyung,” she whispered.
Taehyung pulled his fingers away, making her whimper. A string of her arousal connected to his finger. “Look at you. So beautiful.” He used her arousal to rub her sensitive clit again, quickly pushing her to the edge before pulling away.
Angel let out a small desperate cry. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Taehyung asked, his own breath turned shaky as his rock-hard length poked at the inside of her thigh.
“Fuck me.” Angel nudged her nose against his.
Taehyung hummed in pleasure and carried her off the chair. He pinned her onto the floor bed, her dark hair splayed out on the sheets. He held onto his length which felt nearly painful and reddened at the tip from desire. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he pushed in without warning but Angel took in a pleased gasp, a smile curling at her lips.
Taehyung growled with pleasure as he finally got to feel her warm walls, after so long. If it were a better situation, he could’ve taken her the moment she entered the room. Taehyung hooked one leg over his shoulder, pushing in until there was nothing left. He leaned in as Angel cupped his neck, the jade bracelet a little warm from her body heat.
Taehyung breathed out, pleased and needy as he turned and kissed the inside of her palm. He thrust into her as the heat rose, burning between them. God, he should’ve never stopped doing this with her. Never again. “Stay here with me,” he muttered as his thrusts grew deeper, deep into her until he shaped her. “In the palace. Don’t leave.”
Angel trembled, dark brows furrowed as she relished in every thrust and still focused on his words. “I’ll stay,” she whispered before gasping as his tip brushed her soft spot. “I’ll stay.”
Taehyung smiled, kissing her deeply before slamming into her harshly. Her choked scream against his lips shook him to the core, reeling him to the edge. “I’m close.”
Angel nodded frantically, reaching down to rub her clit. Tears dripped at the corners of her eyes, already so prepared to burst.
Taehyung felt a jolt of pleasure as his orgasm spilled out of him, filling Angel. His head buried in the crook of her neck, pressing Angel's knee to her chest.
Feeling the warmth inside her, the long-denied coil inside her lower belly sprung like fireworks. Thick waves of pleasure soared through her until she could only see white. Angel cried in delight as Taehyung continued to grind into her, pushing her to the most sensitive limit.
Taehyung let out a shaky moan as he finally reached a level of ache, catching his breath as they both tried to come back down from their bliss. Then he lifted his head.
Angel smiled at him brightly before he kissed her, gentle and affectionate.
After all these years and the tense few days, her love had returned to her.
***
Angel woke up to the sound of rushing rain and an empty space on the other side of the floor bed. She fluttered her eyes open. The censor was reheated with ambers. At the open window where the rain splattered cold pearlets, Taehyung stood smoking his opium, masking the sweet scent of the weather with something thick and earthy that wasn’t so pleasant.
“Put that away, come to bed,” Angel said, maintaining a playful tone even though her heart dropped at how he couldn’t even sleep in bed for a longer period of time without starting to smoke something. Perhaps it was selfish to think that their time together would’ve at least distracted him but the other things always prevailed.
It only ached more when Taehyung laughed, walking away from her and hovering a hand over the censor to gain warmth. “It helps me calm down.” He walked over to her then and pecked her on the forehead. “I have a banquet today. I’ll get you a dress to wear.”
Before Angel could continue the conversation, Taehyung was already shrugging on his robe. “Won’t you stay for a while?” She asked.
“Do you want more?” Taehyung smirked as he knelt back down and caresed the edges of her jawline.
“I meant to talk.” Angel had hoped that they would discuss the implications. Was their reunion something of a permanence or would it end after she was finished with her job? He asked her to stay in the palace but as what? “About this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Taehyung shrugged. “I asked you to stay in the palace. You can stay.”
“But in what way?” Angel shifted forward, placing her palm against her chest. “A royal painter that comes to your chambers in secret?” It may have been a lovely situation for someone else but Angel didn’t want to be a secret or a guilty pleasure. She had wanted a good life with honesty and happiness.
Yet Taehyung’s turned cold as he sighed. An unsettling rendition of his prince persona returned to his expression as he got to his feet. “We’ll talk later.” Without another word, he walked away, leaving Angel to curl up into the bed and wonder whether it was the right decision to open up to him.
***
The banquet was beautiful as the night fell. Moonlight painted the black and silver furnishings like polished jewels, the smell of wine and floral notes wafted the air and conversation fluttered in excitement.
Angel wore the dress Taehyung gifted to her; it was a beautiful cream dress with strap of gold cloth across her chest, a gold silk shawl and fresh pearls sewn at the edges of her robe. She wore her hair up for the occasion, pearl pins and earrings to match the robes and her lips tinted red.
Amongst the nobility and officials, Angel did feel like an outsider but she found herself enjoying observing the details. The musicians playing sweet notes on the gayageum, servants swishing through the high class like water through rock to get them drinks and food. And the people dancing in the center, laughing to their own movements and cheeks flushed from intoxication.
Her eyes tried to find Taehyung but these were mostly young nobles, hardly a formalized occasion. Taehyung must’ve organized these things many times before. Her gaze had actually stopped on the servant who helped her aide Taehyung when he was drunk.
The boy turned to her and softened in recognition, bowing in acknowledgement. “Welcome, my lady.”
Angel smiled. “Does he do this often?”
The boy hesitated for a moment but nodded shyly. “Quite a lot, yes. Every few days or so when he doesn’t have things to do.”
Angel’s brows raised but she supposed Taehyung would like these parties. He always loved talking and entertaining no matter the event. “Do you know where he is?” she asked.
The servant stayed quiet, clearing his throat.
Angel stared at him in confusion at the sudden concern in his expression. “What’s wrong?”
He gave an apologetic look, pitiful and sad. “I’m sorry, my lady but I think he went off with someone over there.” The servant would’ve heard Taehyung speak sweet words to her.
Maybe he didn’t say anything because he knew he probably heard it before, a thousand times to other women. Maybe Taehyung had been visiting many homes in the lower towns, joking around with other girls who thought the world of him.
Angel’s body burned with embarrassment and anger. Searing anger that took over like choking magma. “Point me to his direction.”
The servant stammered, guiding her to the quiet place on the other end of the banquet room where it led to the private hallways.
Angel walked through the door and saw them.
Taehyung held onto a girl wearing a pretty pink gown, possibly a noble, giggling as he kissed down her neck and growled against her skin. His hands gripped onto her dress and lifted it to her thighs before Angel turned away.
At first, she wanted so badly to scream and cry until there were no tears left. But it was her anger that prevailed most. Drying her tears from its steam and hardening her body to protect itself from crying for someone who only wanted a taste of something they’d lost. Of course Taehyung didn’t want anything more. Why would he? He had every other woman ready for him. So why should she cry for him?
“I’m sorry, my lady.” The servant repeated. “Should I—”
“—no. Let him be.” Angel waved her hand, feeling the weight of the bracelet on her wrist. “Could you bring me something to smash this with?” She asked with a soft tone.
The servant nodded and did as she asked.
Angel walked back to her room which still smelled of opium, fueling her anger even further. The servant brought her a steel hammer, heavy enough to break the jade. She placed the bracelet atop of Taehyung’s portrait on the surface of a polished stone surface. The fake portrait of a man he wasn’t, the man he tried to be but ended up being nothing more than a coward. She raised the hammer and cracked through the jade, breaking it into pieces until the initials were indecipherable, the ivory petals scattered.
The paper of the portrait ripped through his head as she heaved, fingers trembling as she placed the hammer back down on the floor.
“What about the portrait, my lady?” The servant asked, keeping a brief distance from her.
“Burn it.” Angel turned to her worktable as she began to take deep breaths. “I’m making a better one.”
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Morning came harshly as Taehyung heard chatter reverberating through his windows as if the banquet were still going on. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother standing near the window with a disappointed frown on her face. Taehyung lifted his head and his skull forced him to lay back down. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice grated.
“I would’ve expected that seeing Angel again would’ve. . .changed something in you,” the queen said. “But even she couldn’t do so.”
Taehyung’s brows furrowed, forcing himself to sit up and take a deep breath, gather his surroundings. “What’re you talking about? We got along fine.”
“Oh?” the queen asked, walking to his table and holding up a paper with a thickened grimace. “Then what is this?” She slammed the paper against Taehyung’s chest.
With an irritated groan, Taehyung blinked slowly to get his focus back onto the picture. It was a portrait of him but. . .twisted. His expression was a mix of a pig disguised with whiskers and tiger stripes, there was a makgeolli cup on one hand and opium clouded him, his cock was splayed out and legs spread with the devil wrapping his forked tongue around the base. “Angel did this?” he asked in a whisper.
“Not just one.” The queen shook her head. “A portrait for each noble household. Spares for the lower towns to see as well.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “All the rumors connected to you tied into one single portrait just to confirm it.”
Taehyung scoffed as fury burned through his body. “It’s just a fucking picture.”
“It was an order portrait of you by a royal painter!” The queen yelled. “You were supposed to be on your best behaviour and not even the girl you liked so much could see the good in you. What does that say, Taehyung?”
Taehyung narrowed his gaze at his mother, pressing his lips together. What did that say about him? He should’ve been happy and elated to be close to Angel again, feeling her skin and being in her presence. But then the banquet. Did they even speak at the banquet?
No. He hadn’t even seen her. Then again, he wasn’t in the main hall, was he? Memories dropped onto him like bricks thrown against his skull. He had been with someone else that night in his intoxication. It would be stupid to think that Angel didn’t realise or even. . .see in plain sight what he did.
Taehyung was used to pushing many limits throughout his life. Pushing, pushing, pushing but the world always gave him more room. Until he rounded back to his past, to the first thing that made him happy and she built the final limit with a wall and a devil guarding the way. Most people in the palace had given up on Taehyung by now but it was just Angel who still had faith in him.
Had faith in him.
Now even she saw him as this cursed thing who drunk power like it was his daily tea. “Where is she now?” He asked, hands shaking as he gripped onto the paper portrait. The display of what he was on the inside.
“She’s been arrested but the damage done is going to be difficult to wipe away.” The queen spoke in a voice devoid of all hope for the future of Taehyung’s reign.
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Angel dressed for her prison sentence, wearing a comfortable cream yellow dress with green embroidered into vines. Her hair completely open and slightly frayed from the humid air. There was a small window in her dungeon that showed the day outside, which was still a deep gray and clouds were plump with coming rain.
Yet the atmosphere was clear. People speaking to each other in worry and concern about their future king, what kind of reign were they going to suffer through if this was the man on the chair.
It was a song of satisfaction but it also curdled her blood, knowing that man was someone she loved dearly. Parts of herself peeled into vulnerability as the thoughts began rushing back. He touched her, tasted her skin and told her to stay like she was important. Yet it was all a ruse. Nothing mattered to him. So she would force herself not to care about him in return, even if it killed her.
The dungeon cells creaked open from old steel and stone. Angel didn’t turn to see who had come but Taehyung grabbed onto her arm, pads of his fingers digging into her skin as he yanked her around, her hair whipping over her shoulder. His face only a few breaths away from hers. She kept her expression neutral, unchanging.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Taehyung seethed. “The whole kingdom thinks I’m some debauched fraud because of you!” He yelled at her, loud voiced echoed against the walls but Angel stayed unmoved.
“I told them the truth,” Angel spoke calmly. “Instead of that lie of a picture your mother wanted me to make. I showed them what you are and it’s exactly as you say yourself.”
Taehyung’s eyes twitched, letting go of her arm, making it pulse from pain by the tightness of his grip. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He shook his head. “What I did was wrong.”
“You didn’t mean to because you didn’t care,” Angel said. “Why should you? The world is always at your fingertips. You can fool around with as many virgins, drink as much as you want, smoke as much as you want and destroy everyone that holds you dear and nothing would ever happen to you. While I draw a picture to express my distaste and I’m in jail, ready for execution.” She spoke of her death to force a strength into her. People needed to know what kind of king they had.
“You would die for this stupidity?” Taehyung asked, gesturing.
“It’s only stupidity to you,” Angel pursed her lips together. “If you had any love for me, you’d understand my anger and frustration but you don’t. It’s lost beneath this thing you’ve become. And I will not sacrifice every little piece of my sanity trying to dig through all of that gunk when all you do is add to it.”
Taehyung’s throat bobbed up and down, eyes glossed and his lips twisted into a grimace. “I never said I didn’t love you. That wasn’t some fucking lie.”
“It’s not enough.” Angel straightened her back, forcing herself to a build a wall, brick by brick. Never letting him again. “Kill me or punish me but I will never go back to your bed again. And if you take me by force, I’ll commit the execution myself.”
Taehyung’s face changed to one of hurt but Angel kept the wall high. “Angel—” he took a step forward, his voice as soft as feathers.
But Angel took a step back and Taehyung stopped, fingers curled at his sides. Angel would keep this distance, with all the strength that was left in her.
“Exile,” Taehyung said, the words shaking from his tongue. “I’ll give you exile.”
Angel raised her chin. “Very well.”
Taehyung turned on his heel and stepped out of the cell, which did not close, allowing for her departure.
Angel let herself loose for a moment, trembling and shaking at her feet as tears trailed down her cheeks. Out of grief and even a slight hint of relief that her life wouldn’t be taken away for the sake of a man who took a piece of it with him. She would pick herself up and find a new start without the ghosts of her past.
He was a first love now forever lost.
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Jungkook One Shots (LXI)
* s - contains smut
Your Favourite Game by @gimmesumsuga s wc~2.6k / ft MYG, boyfriend!Jungkook, idol au, PWP
Summary: The one where Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook compete to see who can make you cum the fastest.
Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga s wc~10.6k / established relationship, mafia au, PWP
Summary: Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise.
Long Time No See by @gimmesumsuga s wc~3k / idol au, PWP
Summary: You're a paid-for 'companion' for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.
Untitled by @namsjunies s wc~10.2k / established relationship, PWP
Infatuated by @namsjunies s wc~3k / university au
Valiant by @ragingcravings s wc~8.1k / vampire au
Summary: Things that go bump in the night are very real and recently exposed themselves to humans. If there is one quality that describes her, it’s her stubborn curiosity. So, when she happens to run into a rather cute looking vampire, she’s more driven to figure him out than she is to be afraid of him. Jungkook wants to show her that he is not someone to be messed with and the only time she seems to listen to him is when his fingers are knuckle-deep in her cunt.
Comfort by @strwberrytae wc~2.6k / friends to lovers
Summary: You had a really rough day that made you want to scream and seclude yourself. Fortunately, your best friend invites himself over to help distract you and make you feel better.
Nothing But Trust by @strwberrytae s wc~7.2k / ft KTH, fiancé!Jungkook, PWP
Summary: Your fiancé, Jungkook, has done everything in his power to make you happy. Now that you’re engaged, what more could he do to surprise you and please you?
The Probability of Us by @jiminrings wc~6k / university au
Summary: Jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, Y/N’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.
Pas de Deux by @jiminrings wc~7k / dancer au
Summary: Y/N’s a hopeless romantic who’s been pining over dance partner!Jungkook for the past two years, the overwhelming feeling of reality, and an appearance of a certain champion that wakes up Koo the dummy.
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Winter Wonderland | KTH
Pair: Taehyung x F Reader
Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au
WC: 2861
You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years.
Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet.
The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas.
This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start.
Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings.
It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him.
On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform.
“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something.
Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”
Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.
Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat.
Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face.
He was playful once.
And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going.
You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.
So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot.
You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day.
Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.
As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.
The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement.
Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one.
The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights.
Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before.
“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.
“Ah - In the kitchen!”
When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth.
Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up.
“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest.
Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter.
“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”
You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it.
“I’m okay, just… happy.”
Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment.
“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”
Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible.
Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked.
As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear.
You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”
Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”
“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room.
You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table.
“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created.
His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.”
��How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together.
That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness.
“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”
“But -”
Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”
You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.
But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday.
The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house.
As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs.
“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”
Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth.
Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’.
So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.
To be a kid again.
To show you the love he has for you.
But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this.
Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels.
“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky.
You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box.
No. Way.
“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you.
Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring.
“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”
Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -
It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie.
The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”
The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss.
You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget.
You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent.
Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”
You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”
“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”
Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”
Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”
“But hyung -”
“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”
The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up.
“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.”
Taehyung whipped around.
Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation.
Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red.
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tell me you love me in private | kth - chapter one
summary: another summer, another three months spent at your favourite place; your family's summer resort. expecting nothing but the usual summer activities, you are taken aback when a new visitor staying at the resort shakes up not just your summer, but potentially your whole life.
pairings: idol!taehyung x f!reader
warnings: smut, age gap (tae is 27, reader is 19), angst, fluff, tae and reader can't communicate well.
word count: 6.3k
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the images flashing across your closed eyelids abruptly stopped as you awoke from your slumber, feeling the sharp sting from the sun in your eyes as you opened them. it was suki. you leaned back on your elbows, blocking the sun from your eyes as you looked down at her. she was barking at you, the sound barely audible through the music in your ears, but clearly enough to shake you out of your dreams.
sighing, you unplugged your headphones and took them out, pausing the music on your phone as you raised an eyebrow at the excited little pup at your feet. assuming she just wanted a buddy to play with you stood from the tanning bed and adjusted your bikini, only to be interrupted.
"y/n!" you turned your head to your mom, stood by the beautifully set dining table on the patio by the back entrance of the house. she was quite a distance away from your location - the garden - but you were still able to see the freshly squeezed orange juice and lemonade set out on the dining table, stored in shiny glass bottles. the table was otherwise set with a variety of delicious pastries and fruits; croissants, danishes, éclairs, peaches, cherries, apples - all plucked from the orchard not far away from your location. you ruffled suki's fur as your mom waved you over; "our new guest's just arrived! come and say hi."
you felt your heart beat a little faster. it wasn't like it was your first time having guests visit from foreign countries - after all that was kind of the point. you just weren't the best at meeting strangers. especially strangers you couldn't understand. hopefully this visitor was a little better at english than your last one - she seemed nice and all, but it had been hard to get to know her. not that you tried all that much, but at least you'd listened when your parents had conversations with her. she had only been here for a little while though, whereas this visitor was supposed to stay here for the entire summer.
the only thing you could really say you knew about this stranger so far was that he was from korea. and that he's a musician, or at least you thought that's what he was.
you made your way up the stairs from the garden to the patio, opening the backdoor your mom had just walked in from leading to the kitchen, no one anywhere to be found. your guess was that everyone was in the front yard already greeting the stranger, but you figured his first impression of you shouldn't be of you in your bikini. you tsk'ed at the front door, turning to run up the stairs and into your bedroom. you found a fresh set of clothes, or as fresh as they were when you'd last thrown them onto your bed; a basic white crop top with some boring denim shorts. not too crazy of a fashion choice, but you were in a hurry after all. and it's not like you were trying to impress anyone. you fixed the gold jewellery already resting on your collarbones and quickly ruffled out your hair before rushing down the stairs and out of the front door.
your mother and sister were the first to spot you, your dad too busy making conversation with the newcomer to notice your presence yet, although you thought you heard him say something about having practiced his korean.
your mom grabbed your chin and smoothed out the hair you'd just fixed. "mom!" you complained, trying to pull away but to no avail. she was deep in mom-mode, turning your face from one side to the other as she analysed it.
"honey, you're all sunburnt! did I not tell you to wear sunscreen?" she placed her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"mom, please! now's not the time." it was easy to brush her off given the fact that you were in the middle of greeting the new guest, but that didnt stop her from sending you a disapproving look before returning to the conversation. your sister sent you a look, poking a little fun at your mother's scolding, causing you to giggle a little. she giggled too, holding a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself from laughing too loudly.
you turned back to the ongoing conversation, only to find a pair of eyes staring right into yours. you felt your smile falter as you made eye contact with him. it was the first time you got to actually see his face, and wow. he was gorgeous. maybe you'd misplaced him for being a model and not a musician? because surely he was a model.
he held out his hand as he came closer to you, sending a bright smile your way. "hello, I'm taehyung. nice to meet you," he said in your language, taking you by surprise. it didn't sound very good with his broken accent and he probably only knew that one sentence, but you respected his attempt. you took his hand, warm against yours with the exception of the cool bracelet around his wrist that grazed you, and shook it as you broke eye contact multiple times. his eyes were irresistible, which was why it was so hard to keep your blood from rushing to your cheeks, hence your attempt to look anywhere but at him.
"hello," you responded, in english, just to make it easier for him. "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you too." you let go of his hand as soon as was possible, trying your best to act like an actual human being and not a socially awkward fool. you stepped back, gathering your hands in front of you as your eyes met his once more before your dad yet again started up a conversation.
"well, why don't you follow me, taehyung, and let the kids take care of your luggage?" your dad suggested, waving taehyung to follow after him. taehyung nodded and they both made their way inside.
your sister huffed, pouting as she grabbed one of the large suitcases. "why do we always have to do the hard work?" she whined, but was quickly gone with the suitcase in hand. your mother turned to you as you picked up the other suitcase.
"don't forget to use aftersun, it's for your own good. and for the love of god, apply some goddamn sunscreen. the sun can be very dangerous." she made her way back inside as she finished her sentence.
"yes mother, I understand," you replied in a fake tired voice, smiling a little at her protectiveness. you attempted to lift the suitcase, but damn that thing was heavy.
"you'll thank me when you don't get skin cancer!" and then she was gone.
you sighed, taking a deep breath before lifting up the suitcase for a second time, hurriedly making your way inside with it. the stairs leading up to the bedrooms were your biggest enemy, slowly making your way up the steps while having to take little breaks. how did your sister make it look so easy?
and just as the thought entered your mind, there she was, squeezing past you with a wink. you rolled your eyes, looking her way until she was out of your view. she was probably already eating away at those delicious croissants with the others in the backyard. and after that hazy nap under the hot sun, your stomach was practically screaming to be filled with some delicious food.
your newly found motivation made you hurry a little more, and before you knew it, you found yourself in taehyung's bedroom, placing the suitcase at the end of his bed, next to where your sister had put the other one. you fanned your face as best as you could with your hand, catching your breath for a moment after having walked up the stairs with his heavy luggage. what had that man packed? bricks? it sure felt like it.
a knock on the already open door to the bedroom startled you out of your overheated daze, quickly turning around at the sound. you let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand over your heart. it was taehyung.
he held his hands up, a concerned look on his face. "sorry," he said, this time speaking in english.
you shook your head and waved him off even though your heart was still beating out of your chest. "it's okay."
he nodded, walking towards you. you swallowed a lump in your throat as he approached you, not knowing what to do with yourself, when he then turned and grabbed the suitcase you'd just carried up here.
you smiled shyly, feeling your blood rush to your face again. suddenly you were thankful that your skin was already tinted red from being sunburnt. he smiled back as he opened up his suitcase on the bed.
"I for-forgot something," he explained, shying away after his attempt at the foreign words. he chuckled slightly. "sorry. my english is not good."
he fished out a pair of black sunglasses and what looked like a leatherback notebook from his suitcase. he ran his fingers through his dark locks, tilting his head back as he did so. he was such a beautiful human being, you couldn't help but to look at him. a white dress shirt clung onto his tanned skin and a pair of black pants hung onto his hips with the use of a belt. how he even managed to wear pants in this heat and not die was a mystery to you, but you couldn't deny that they looked good on him. he was close enough that you could smell his suntan lotion - at least you assumed that was it since it smelled exactly like the one they sold at your local store. coconut scented.
he turned to you then. you realised how close you were to him suddenly and stumbled back. at first you thought he hadn't noticed the close proximity, but as he turned to leave the room, a small smirk revealed itself on his face.
"-and then all of the peaches fell from the tree, all onto little y/n's head," your father laughed, coming to the end of the third story he'd shared in the past twenty minutes. you rolled your eyes, taking a bite from the chocolate croissant in your hand. why would he tell such embarrassing stories about you to a stranger? and a handsome one at that. you sunk into your seat, wanting to disappear as he continued; "not that we had much chance to stop it from happening. after all, y/n was the one shaking the tree like crazy! it was like she was begging for it to happen." he put his hand over his belly as he laughed it off, taehyung sitting beside him joining in on the laughter. he seemed immersed in the story, but all you could hope was that he didn't understand much of it.
"cut y/n some slack, honey. you forgot to mention this happened years ago, when she was only nine," your mother added, placing a hand on your fathers arm.
"oh, calm down, would ya? I'm just having some fun with our new guest. besides, it's not like it would be unlikely to happen even now. she's still my crazy little girl." your dad sent you a wholehearted smile, before grabbing his pastry and taking a big bite out of it. your parted your lips, glancing next to him to see taehyung already staring at you. you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
seeking an escape, you stood up, turning on your feet to leave. "I'm gonna go chill a bit by the pool with my trusty friend," you announced, holding up the book you'd grabbed from your bedroom before you came out here. forgetting that taehyung of course couldn't understand you, you considered translating for a split second, before deciding against it.
"please, y/n, don't stay out in the sun for too long. did you remember that sunscreen?"
you fished out the bottle of sunscreen you'd kept in your pocket and held it up for your mother to see in response without turning to see her reaction.
you placed your book on the sand-coloured tiles by the pool, kicking off your flip flops before applying the sunscreen to your skin. you made sure to cover every inch of your skin just for your mother's satisfaction, even though you struggled a bit when it came to covering your back.
you couldn't wait to get a dip in the pool. being out in the sun for only a couple of minutes was already killing you. you reached under your shirt, peeling it off your body and placing it on the stone bench built up against the ledge of the pool. your shorts followed right after. luckily you'd kept your bikini on, knowing you'd be taking off your clothes again later to enjoy the weather.
you sat down on the stone ledge, legs dipping into the pool. the water was already cooling you down even though it only reached up to your knees. you fetched your book from beside you, opening it up from where you left off. it was a book you'd read years ago, but you could barely even remember what it was about, so you figured you'd give it another read. all you could remember was that you'd really enjoyed reading it, but who knew. now that you were older, maybe you'd look at it differently.
you reached for your earbuds, plugging them into your ears and connecting the wire to your phone. you unpaused your music and let the playlist continue as it was. the soft breeze floated around in the air, blowing loose strands of hair into your face every once in a while. you found it a little annoying but it also made it easier to withstand the harsh sun. you sat there for a while, peacefully enjoying the atmosphere whilst letting your thoughts wander once in a while.
suddenly, you felt ice cold water roll down your back. letting out a shriek, you twisted your body away from the sensation. pulling out your earbuds, you were met with laughter from the predator behind you, and you twisted around to confront the felon.
"tobi!" you seethed, placing your book beside you as your bubble of peace had officially been popped. tobi continued laughing, clapping his hands together as he plopped down beside you. he swung a wet arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him in a playful manner.
"oh, I'm sorry, y/n! I honestly thought you'd enjoy a little cooling down." he grinned at you with a straight row of white teeth, his eyes shining with joy. you pushed him off of you, but couldn't help but smile along with him. he just had that effect on people. you were sure that he could get away with stabbing children if he just said he didn't mean to do it. not that he'd ever do such a thing.
you'd met tobi last year, when his family was staying over at the resort. his dad and yours had become good friends over the years, so as of last year he allowed them to stay at the resort whenever they wanted. you'd spent most of the summer with him - surfing on the beach, biking around town, swimming in the pool or tanning by it. there wasn't a single day where you didn't see each other. when you had to go back to school again, you honestly thought you wouldn't see him for a long time. that this was his excuse to finally be done with you, not that you would blame him for that. you had wondered all summer how you managed to be friends with him. but then you just settled with the fact that a guy like tobi could befriend just about anyone. besides, he didn't cut you off after that summer. he'd always text you and figure out which days you were free to hang out again, and so you continued spending time together. finally, you stopped feeling like he was only friends with you because of your dads, and appreciated that you'd made a friend like him.
"you're the worst," you said, but you both knew you didn't mean it.
he reached over and picked up the book you'd been reading. "'lolita'? isn't this book about, like, a pedophile?" he asked, brushing a thumb over the heart-shaped sunglasses on the cover.
you snatched the book out of his hands, drying off where his wet fingers had been. "it's much more than just that. if you actually read a book once in a while maybe you'd know."
he put a hand to his bare chest and tried looking as offended as possible. "I'd have you know that I do read! they've got to keep me busy in school somehow."
you rolled your eyes playfully and set your book next to you again. "did you come here just to poke fun at me?" you asked. not meaning for it to sound like you didn't want him here, you smiled at him.
he smiled back, blue-green eyes looking almost supernatural in the sun. "not everything's about you, missy." he poked you in the ribs jokingly, but the words still stung a little. "I came to greet the new visitor, of course! after all, I can't wait to be his personal tour guide to our beautiful hometown."
you splashed water at him, aiming for his golden locks but instead hitting his cheek. "I'm sure he's gonna love that." you said it in a sarcastic way, but really, you meant it. tobi was perfect for that kind of thing. still, you were a bit disappointed he hadn't come here just to see you.
he smirked for a second and said; "you better watch what you say. someday you'll piss off the wrong kind of people," before pushing you into the pool.
you went under with a splash, flailing to reach the surface. when you did, you were just about ready to murder him, but he'd already jumped in after you. you felt a pull at you ankle, and before you knew it, you were underwater again. you shoved at his chest under the water, but he simply just pulled you to him, pushing you both to the surface.
you gasped for air, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes. you heard him before you saw him, that laugh of his only making you more furious. you growled, flinging yourself at him only to be stopped from punching him when his hands grabbed ahold of your arms. you glared at him, but he just gave you a knowing smile.
he slowly let go of you, moving his hand up to brush a stray hair from your face, letting his thumb graze over your wet cheek as he did so. your face went slack, all traces of anger disappearing. what was happening?
his smile slowly went away, eyes dropping to your lips. suddenly, you noticed your close proximity, your hands resting on his chest. licking his lips, he leaned closer, but before he had the chance to do something he was surely gonna regret, you placed both of your hands on his head and pushed him under the surface.
you laughed as you made your escape towards the pool ledge, his angry protests following behind you. you lifted yourself out of the pool before he had the chance to catch you, water dripping from your body as you watched him lift himself out, too.
"I'm gonna get you back for that," he swore, pointing a daring finger at you. you giggled, grabbing a towel for him and then one for you, drying yourself off and wringing out your hair.
"I'd like to see you try," you teased. he whipped his head around like a dog, water from his hair splashing you before you had the chance to cover yourself.
"just you wait, y/n," he mumbled threateningly, but then smiled that charming smile of his and it was like that moment in the pool never happened.
"tobias? is that you?" you turned your head to see your mother waving the two of you over.
"hello mrs. y/l/n! you look young as ever." he kissed her cheek as you reached where she stood in the backyard. you looked behind her to see the dining table abandoned and cleared of what was once there. for a second you wondered where your new guest had gone, before focusing on the conversation again.
"oh, stop it. you, on the other hand! I almost didn't recognise you, you looked so grown." tobi shrugged her off, but stood a little taller after your mother's compliment. it was true - he'd gotten at least twice as big as he was last summer, packing on some muscle in all the right places. his change in appearance was obvious. “you arrived just in time!"
your mother fumbled around with a stack of papers on the table, lifting the pages and putting them aside until she found what she was looking for. impatiently, you crossed your arms and asked her; “just in time for what?”
she turned back to you, handing tobi the paper with a sweet smile. “tobi is gonna show our new guest around town. isn’t that right, tobi?”
tobi snatched the paper from her hand, folding it out to reveal its contents; a map. he bowed as if he’d just put on a lifetime of a performance and put on a smile that reached his eyes. “that’s right. I’ve waited my whole life for this.”
you rolled your eyes at his dramatics, grabbing a glass from the table and filling it with water, knowing that if you didn’t stay hydrated in weather like this you’d just about pass out.
your mother laughed. “y/n, why don’t you join them? I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
tobi turned to see your response, eyes practically begging for you to join them. you almost felt a little bad that you had to turn the offer down, but you just weren’t in the mood to bike around, sweaty and smelling like sunscreen. especially when you already felt worn out from the sunshine. besides, going with them meant having to chat with taehyung. not that you didn’t want to, you just knew it was for the best for him not to know how socially awkward you were. if he didn’t already think it after your not-so-meet-cute in his bedroom, he’d definitely think it if he spent more time with you. all you really wanted to do was take a nap.
“sorry, I’m just not up for it today.” you downed the rest of your water to try and distract yourself from seeing the disappointment on tobi’s face. “I think I’m gonna take a nap. but I’ll see you later,” you said, turning to go inside through the kitchen. you waved goodbye to tobi before making your departure.
when you entered the kitchen, your sister was by the sink doing the dishes. you placed your glass into the dishwasher, giving her a coy smile as you slipped out of the room before she could complain about you not helping out.
you jogged up the spiralled stairs, and the second you reached your bedroom you flopped onto your bed with a sigh. somehow your soft mattress and fluffy pillow always managed to make you realise how exhausted you'd been the second you lay down on your bed.
for a couple of minutes you found yourself regretting not going with tobi. not because he’d been sad you didn’t go, and not because it would’ve made him happy to be in your company. in fact, your regret had nothing to do with him. weirdest of all was that it was taehyung. it was him you were thinking of when you regretted your decision. him and that moment in his bedroom. but your regret only lasted for those few minutes, and before you could contemplate it, you were fast asleep.
when you woke up you were met with the sound of cicadas coming from outside. you knew then, that it must’ve been sometime in the late afternoon. you rolled over, stretching out your body before sitting up in your bed. the nap had definitely helped, but now you were dying for a glass of lemonade to quench your thirst.
you made your way down the staircase, entering the kitchen and searching the fridge for the freshly squeezed juice. still in a bit of a haze, you only noticed the laughter and chatter coming from the patio after you’d poured yourself a glass. looking over at the sink, you saw recently used pots and pans stacked on top of each other. the oven was still hot and the house smelled like rosemary.
you stepped out onto the patio where everyone else was already sitting. dinner was laid out on the dining table; fettuccine alfredo, minestrone soup and rosemary garlic foccacia bread along with black and green olives and marinated garlic on the side. you almost drooled at the sight.
"hey! saved you a seat." tobi smiled as he spotted you, waving you over. he pulled the chair out for you and you sat down with a small "thank you". he sat back down on his seat next to you and continued eating. your mother grabbed your plate and started piling food onto it while keeping the conversation going.
you glanced a look over at taehyung, expecting him to be fully indulged in the conversation with your mom and dad, but instead you found that he was already looking at you. it was not a warm gaze he held, rather a cold one that held no trace of emotion. you wondered what you’d done to piss him off, for him to be looking at you in such a cruel way. you looked away before he had the chance to make you feel worse, hoping he'd stop looking your way when you did.
instead, you chose to focus on your plate in front of you, thanking your mother for serving you your food. you silently began eating as you tried tuning in to the conversation. but it was impossible to focus. throughout dinner, you couldn't help but look in taehyung's direction, waiting to see if you'd meet his cold eyes once more. to see if he was still mad at you, for reasons you didn't even know. it was unfair. you started feeling angrier and angrier as he continued ignoring you for the rest of the night. what could you have possibly done to make him look at you that way? you thought back to earlier in the day, but you couldn’t recall acting rudely towards him.
you watched as he listened to your parents talk, laughing at their stupid jokes you'd heard about a thousand times whenever they'd told them to previous visitors. you wondered how much of it he understood. for a second, you thought you'd imagined how he'd looked at you. that you were reading too much into things. and maybe you were. or maybe you weren't. either way, all of your questions remained unanswered.
later, you and tobi biked to the ice cream parlour that was close by. you watched the sun go down as you sat on the grass under a blossoming olive tree, enjoying your gelatos. tobi had asked if you wanted a taste of his, feeding you a big scoop with his pink plastic spoon. you’d giggled when a string of melted ice cream dribbled down your chin, wiping it off before he had the chance to.
you had wanted to ask what happened when him and taehyung had rode through town on their bikes. what kinds of things they'd talked about. had tobi said something about you to make taehyung not like you? was that it? but you couldn’t imagine tobi would do such a thing. not that you’d know, because you never asked him how it went, and he never told you.
the next day, you decided it was the perfect morning for some alone time on the balcony. you had always been lucky that your room was one of the ones leading out to a balcony. one of your favourite things to do when waking up this early was sitting by the small round table and enjoy the silence that one couldn't find on any other time of the day.
but as you sat down at the table, ready to indulge in some sketching, your heart skipped a beat when you spotted taehyung across from you, on the balcony next to yours. you'd forgotten there was also one attached to his room, and then felt stupid for forgetting. he was standing by the railing, already looking at you when he puffed out smoke from the cigarette he was holding. you didn't know how long you just sat there staring - minutes? seconds? -, but in your defence, you weren't used to having a neighbour. not for a long time, anyway.
you remembered this one girl, who'd stayed here for only a week's time, and she'd always be out on that very balcony taehyung stood on, smoking, reading, talking on the phone. you couldn't recall her name or what country she'd been form, but she had seemed nice enough. at least that's what you'd gathered from your little chitchats out here.
you watched him suck on the bud of the cigarette, inhaling its deadly contents, before blowing out a cloud of smoke once again. and, to your surprise, he spoke to you. “good morning.”
"good morning." you were nervous. of course you were. after yesterday you just assumed he''d never want to talk to you, but here he was, talking to you like it was routine.
he eyed your pyjama set and then the sketchbook in front of you. he put out his cigarette in the glass ashtray placed on the table of his balcony. "you draw?"
it was a question, but the way he said it made it sound more like a statement. "not really. well, I-" you cut yourself off. you did draw, but it was kind of your little secret. a hobby of yours no one really knew about. sure, maybe someone'd caught you penning away on your sketchbook when you were sitting in the shade, but you'd never told anyone. you didn't want anyone to put their judgement onto your drawings and doodles, and it would kill you to have to feel like you had to be good at it. you knew you'd start feeling that way if people knew. "it's nothing."
he nodded, placing his hands in the pockets of his pants. those pants, the colour of the cappuccino you'd be enjoying in a few minutes. how were they not killing him in this heat? he wore an outfit similar to yesterday - the same style, but just slightly different. still adorning a dress shirt, but this time it was a creamy beige instead of plain white. his sunglasses hung from the v it formed down his chest.
it was silent for a little while. you didn't know what to say and you didn't know how much he would understand, so you settled for silence. you figured he was doing the same. but then he opened his mouth, as if to speak, but it wasn't his voice you heard, it was your sister's;
"y/n!" you snapped your head to where she stood in the doorway to your bedroom, already dressed for the day. you threw a small glance at taehyung before you went to her. what had he been about to say? the thought of not knowing killed you. "hey, I need you to do me a favour," she said, taking a seat on the foot of your bed. she seemed chirpy.
"what is it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at her. you never knew what she was up to.
"well, you see, I was supposed to go with aunt cecilia and our cousins to pluck fruit from the fruit trees while they're still good enough to eat, but... you remember jeremiah? well, he asked me out today and I really, really want to go, sissy. you know how sweet he is!" your sister was giddy with joy, so much so she was twirling a finger around a free strand of hair, probably without being aware of her actions.
you tilted your head to the side, feeling more so confused than worried about this "favour" of hers. "and what does this have to do with me? surely aunt c. and the twins can manage a couple of fruit trees on their own for a day?"
she winced, dropping her carefree hand to her lap with a pout. "mom said they called today. they have the flu or something, so they're not gonna be able to make it. please help me out here? I really want to spend the day with jeremiah, and you're not busy, are you?" as she talked she thumbed at the fabric of her dress.
you sighed. "and you can't just pick the fruit trees on a different day?"
"we've already postponed it because we had to prepare for our visitor, - taehyung, was it? otherwise the fruit will go bad, and you know how mom feels about wasted food." she bit her lip, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "please? I'll even get you something from the market in town!"
"alright, alright. I'll do it," you complied, and she jumped up from her seat on your bed and threw her arms around you.
"thank you! thank you! you're the best." when she pulled away from you she was practically so ecstatic she was levitating, smile so big that it lit up her entire face. before you could respond, she was dashing out of the door, the last you saw of her being her dress flowing behind her.
you shook your head slightly but couldn't help but to smile at your sister's antics. but at her departure you remembered what you'd been doing before her arrival, mastering up the courage to go out on the balcony again to continue your short-lived chat with taehyung. but when you stepped out on the balcony, he was already gone.
when you walked out on the patio your mother was sitting by the dining table, having tea with some friends. you recognised them from the other times they'd visited and greeted them with a wave, walking over to them.
"good morning, honey. there's breakfast for you inside," your mother said, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. you smiled, relieved that there was still some left for you. you'd gotten a little too carried away with drawing, you hadn't noticed it was close to noon already.
"thanks, mom. I'll be popping by the orchard instead of y/s/n sometime today, just so you know," you told her, grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit placed on the table.
"oh, alright. will you be going alone?"
you bit into your apple, enjoying the juiciness of it. sweet, a little sour, but not too much. you nodded; "since aunt c. can't make it."
your mother furrowed her brows for a second, before smiling at you again, squinting her eyes from the sun.
you ate breakfast in the garden, entertaining yourself by people-watching. everyone staying at the resort, or acquaintances of the sort, was enjoying the nice weather, either lounging by the pool, swimming in it or finding comfort in the shade. suki was resting by your feet, and you fed her what you couldn't eat of your breakfast.
when you were leaving for the orchard, you made sure to pack a bag of essential things, just in case you wanted to go somewhere afterwards. on your way to get your bike you stumbled across martha, the person responsible for creating the delicious meals you ate at the resort. without a doubt the person who'd cooked your breakfast this morning.
"oh, hi martha! what are you doing out here?" you asked, placing your bag of things in the basket attached to your bike. you unlocked it and moved it away from the wall it had been parked against.
"hello, sweet y/n. I was just talking to the new visitor. he wanted to know how to get to the orchard so he could help out, the kind young man," she explained, clasping her hands together. you looked around, but there was no trace of the man she was talking about.
"you mean taehyung? how did he know to go there?" you didn't know what shocked you more - the fact that he knew help was needed there, or that this meant you were going to be spending the day there with him, picking fruit from trees. it made you feel all sorts of things - dread, excitement. you tried forcing your emotions down. you had to remain calm, otherwise you knew you'd just end up embarrassing yourself.
"I don't know - he did not tell me," she shrugged, pushing your hair out of your face as you mounted your bike.
"oh, okay then." you smiled at her and waved goodbye, kicking off the gravelled path with the help of your foot. you took your time getting there, biking slowly so as to not sweat like a pig upon your arrival.
you wondered why, even if taehyung knew that there was a lack of help at the orchard, he would go there by free will. was he really just so kind as to spend his precious vacation helping out at a resort he was paying to stay at? you thought back to the way he'd looked at you yesterday. you wondered what it had all meant, seeing as there was no sign of hostility from him on the balcony this morning. and then you wondered why you kept wondering about him.
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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon
When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.
our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk
“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”
schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj
Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.
camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a
Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.
tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a
Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.
what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg
This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.
complete faith by @daechwitatamic
It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?
and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk
it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.
with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a
Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?
groovy by @kinktae f s a
Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.
tempting by @/kinktae s a
Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.
talk by @gukslut f s a
Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?
somebody to love by @cutechim
kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.
tear you apart by @bratkook s
I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au
clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk
The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.
free use by @littlemisskookie f s a
You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.
lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a
for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.
because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a
nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?
true love by @jjkeverlast f s a
in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.
obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a
The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.
baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a
When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.
entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a
He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
buzzed by @junqkook f s a
maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.
queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a
when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.
pulse by @rohobi f s a
You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.
things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a
Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.
mars by @to-star-lake s a
ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung
satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a
“listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?
no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a
It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.
beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a
it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?
one-shot
crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a
you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?
seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a
You loved him Seventeen Times 17.
ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a
For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?
under wraps by @jungkxook f s
there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.
always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a
When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.
any way you want it by @noteguk s
in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.
sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm
Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.
the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a
the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.
aberrant by @kth1 f s
Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.
lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a
the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.
the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)
pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.
until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a
You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.
the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj
In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.
blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk
after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s
↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.
farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a
↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
waterloo by @/kinktae f s a
↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."
get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a
↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.
fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s
↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.
fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae
↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.
cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk
↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.
let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s
↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.
muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s
↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.
falling, falling gone by @johobi f
↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?
new tricks by @geniuslab f s
↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.
guns & roses by @chateautae f s
↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.
saudade by @chateautae f s a
↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.
strands by @xjoonchildx s a
↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.
cheap skate by @/gukslut f s
↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.
definition of love by @taegularities f s a
↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?
↬looking for other kth fics or the other members check out my library for more
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KINKTOBER DAY 12 — AFTERCARE
PAIRING: jay x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of bathtub and nicknames.
WC: 600 words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! the thought of jay being an absolute sweetheart after sex is honestly one of my favourite things to think of and i really hope that y’all like it! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3
“Oh god,” you breathed out, intertwining your fingers with Jay, who was on top of you, eyes fixated on your face as he tried to memorize every expression and emotion your face displayed, his cock being deep inside your cunt.
“Feels good?” He asked, biting his lip when he saw you smile and nod.
“So good! Fuck, you feel so good!” You were loud for him, and that gave him the motivation to do better each time.
How could he? He was the best already.
You tried to keep your eyes open, looking at Jay as you chanted his name like a mantra, not once caring how your neighbours could probably hear the filthy noises you both were making.
It didn’t take you two long before he thrusted into you, helping you reach your state of euphoria by snapping his hips on yours, burying his face in your neck as he emptied his cum into your pussy.
You wrapped your arms around his bare back, pulling him closer into the hug as you tried to control your breathing after your orgasm.
He lifted himself up just a bit before a small smile graced his face, looking at your sleepy and exhausted state. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle at his affectionate gestures.
“You did so well, baby,” he praised, caressing your cheek before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.
You hummed, pulling him closer, you could never get enough of him.
You whined in an instant as he pulled back, making grabby hands at him, to which he smiled, wearing his boxers.
“I’m just going to arrange a bath for you, princess,” he explained with soft eyes.
“Will you join me there?” You asked with a hopeful expression and you happily let him go once he nodded.
He was quick to turn on the geyser, gathering hot water in the bathtub for you, making sure to add bubbles for you. He held you in his arms and walked you to the bathroom, the scented candle made it even better and you swore that you couldn’t love anyone more than you love Jay.
“C’mere, baby,” he sat down in the tub, helping you sit in between his legs before wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck.
You closed your eyes, sighing softly while Jay massaged your body, applying pressure at all right points, making you feel even more sleepy, a thing he found adorable.
He didn’t let you do any of the work, even cleaned you up before he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, asking you to wear his clothes, which again, was done by him, making sure to give you something soft to wear.
You called out his name softly, whining about how you wanted to kiss him, and he let you do it with a chuckle of his own.
That wasn’t all, he asked you to lie down on his bed, the silk sheets caressing your skin softly before he grabbed the scented lotion, applying it on your body, a pout on his lips as he did so.
A small smile graced your face, Jay noticed it.
“What’s it?” He asked, happiness clear on his face.
“I love you,” you caressed his cheek, speaking earnestly.
He got into the bed with you, wrapping you both in his blanket, “I love you too, so much,” he spoke up, his arms tightening around you.
You both felt safe and content, wishing for this moment to never end, knowing that you’d love each other for a long time.
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#fic : kinktober#enhypen hard hours#enhypen smut#jay smut#kpop smut#jay fluff#enhypen imagines#jake smut#sunghoon smut#heeseung smut
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ALL GC / OFFLINE / TWITTER WORK
IN ORDER
goes from bottom up!
☆ favourite myg (offline)
☆ hate me kth (offline)
☆ cardboard box (gc)
☆ palentines (gc)
☆ right ksj (offline)
☆ random 01 knj (offline)
☆ bug band (twitter)
☆ here kth (offline)
☆ nightmare blunt rotation (gc)
☆ random 01 jjk (offline)
☆ random 01 kth (offline)
☆ unfair myg (offline)
☆ moving out (gc)
☆ boyfriend (gc)
☆ mr bang? (gc)
☆ leaked (gc)
☆ dispatch (twitter)
☆ midlife crisis (gc)
☆ milk (twitter)
☆ fuck marry kill (gc)
☆ typa shit (twitter)
☆ rumours (gc)
☆ blood sisters (gc)
☆ breaking point (gc)
☆ tan twitter tl (twitter)
☆ kawaii (gc)
☆ messy (gc)
☆ forever 24 (gc)
☆ dealer (gc)
☆ the other woman (gc)
☆ love octagon? (gc)
☆ seven (gc)
☆ book club (gc)
☆ down bad (gc)
☆ 4th gen leaders (gc)
☆ positive vibes only! (gc)
☆ free namioon (gc)
☆ important questions (gc)
☆ is jin bald? (gc)
☆ jungkook gets robbed (gc)
☆ random bts texts (gc)
© WHYSE7VN
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which series/ one shot of yours that you’ve written is ur fav?
HELLOOO hmmmm. i'd say there are a couple! cmi is ofccc my baby, but!
my favourite series:
colour me in (jjk)
candles & flames (jjk)
my favourite one-shots:
tales of broken hearts (kth) (!!!!!!!!)
love me better (pjm)
silk & stones (kth)
stars behind waves (jjk)
if you read those, i hope you enjoy them… they carry the biggest pieces of my heart hehe 🥺🤍
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always and forever - kth
→ SUMMARY: Falling in love with him was easy.... so easy that it didnt felt real in the end.
→ GENRE: one-sided love, drama, sadness, heart break
→ RATING: 13
→ NOTE: hey guys, so i came up with a new theme and yes i deleted arranged marriage. im really sorry to everyone who wanted to keep up with it but i needed some change. i will upload one shots from now on and maybe some short fics about various kpop groups ( ofc also about BTS ). hope you will enjoy them.
BTS MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ONE SHOT PLAYLIST
meeting him felt like a truck had hit you. full speed into the right spots. seeing his smile while he talked with the others in the office, stole your breath as you hid behind your computer screen. you could see the little sparkles in his eyes whenever someone cracked a joke. after a week you could memorize what his favourite coffee was and how he always made his way to the snack corner, first thing in the morning. it was weird. you knew all his habits but his name was still a mistery to you. you were never interested in the man who worked in your company but something about him was different. how he talked, walked, how he treated everyone with respect and how he always had a bright smile on his face. it made your heart skip a beat ever single time. it felt like you were back in highschool, experiencing your firsl love all over again.
the moment of truth came as you were ordered to bring some documents to the floor he was working in. your hands became sweaty as the elevator slowly reached the 5th floor. would he be happy to receive the documents from someone as plain looking as you? nervously you fixed your hair in the mirror before the doors slowly opened. it was now or never. pressing the folder against your chest, you made your way over to his desk. of course he was surrounded by other co workers, especially woman. for a moment you stopped. it would be so easy to give the documents to someone else, telling them you are in a hurry. no. like this you will never be able to ask him for his name. taking a deep breath your feet carried you over to the crouded desk. pushing yourself past the other woman in their pencil skirts, you finally managed to get to him. clumsy as you were, it was inevitable that you bumped against his shoulder.
"Im sorry"
you mumbled while pressing the folder against your chest. instead of getting mad at you he flashed you with his beautiful smile again, before reaching out his hands.
"thank you ... uh ..."
this was your chance to introduce yourself, to finally take a step closer to getting to know him. as the other woman looked you up and down ... your voice became stuck inside your throat. they were all so beautiful compared to yourself. he surely doesnt want to know your name, he had plenty of company. his eyes, however, were still glued to you, waiting for an answer.
"Me? ... Oh im Y/N"
"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Kim Taehyung"
since that day everything changed. you finally had the courage to greet him in the mornings and even spent your lunchbreaks with him. taehyung was an easy going guy who, to your suprise, didnt liked the attention he got from the other female workers. he preferred to be alone but he was fine with your company. you were easy to talk to and didnt tried to get into his "pants". your days had been filled with so much joy that you wished that this would never pass. that you two would keep continuing like this.
"You know .. I dont even get it. Why do they all seem interested in me? The day i got here.. suddenly everyone swarmed me. Not only the females but also my male co workers"
taehyung kept munching on an apple piece you had shared with him while he kept ranting about the attention he got from his co workers. like he did every single day. you couldnt help but laugh at it everytime. it was funny that a guy like him wasnt aware how he effected others with his presence. he wasnt even aware that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest whenever his fingertips accidentally touched yours.
everything could had be perfect, it could had stayed like this forever. just the two of you spending their lunchbreaks together and hanging out in bars after work. that was enough for you, at least for the time being. after a while taehyung stopped spending his lunchbreaks with you. no one knew where he always went during his breaks but taehyung was always back on time when the break ended. somehow he looked brighter than before, he was literally glowing whenever he had the time to meet you. something had happened in his life and it made you feel uneasy.
it was one of those nights you two spent at your favourite bar. the air was chilly as they were annoucing the first few days of december. sipping on your glass of alcohol your gaze went over to taehyung. even today he was more busy with his phone than talking with you, everything you said hitted a wall. it was hopeless. something, or someone was keeping him on his feet. grabbing your glass more tightly you made a decision. nearly at the same time the two of you turned around to face each other
"Taehyung I - ... !"
"YN ... You know- ..."
blinking in suprise you started to laugh. finally he had looked up from his phone to talk with you.
"You go first. You were on your phone the whole time so .. tell me, whats up"
suddenly taehyung became extremely nervous, you never saw him like this before. his cheeks grew red and he kept fidgeting with his phone inside his hands. somehow he seemed ... in love? no that cant be right? someone like taehyung wouldnt fall in love that easily with someone like you.
"You see ... I ... met someone! Thats why im always on my phone. She is really sweet and we both hitted it off immediately after i met her in a bar. I didnt knew if i should tell anyone about it yet but ... you are basically my best friend so .. i thought you should know it first!"
best friend. hearing those words from the person you love the most, sent daggers through your heart. with all the strenght you had left, you gave him a smile.
"Thats ... Thats awesome! Im happy for you Taehyung"
that night you cried into your pillow as your heart shattered into tiny little pieces. it was your fault. your fault for not telling him sooner, for being happy to just spend time with him .. it was your fault for thinking he would be by your side forever.
as expected it spread like a bush fire that kim taehyung found himself a girlfriend. she was a beautiful woman who worked one floor underneath your office. beside her appearance she was also really kind and tried to befriend you. she said "friends of taehyung are my friends too!" it made you sick to your stomach that she was literally perfect. perfect for him.
days, weeks and months went by without a single change. your heart still ached whenever you saw taeyhung in the parking lot with his girlfriend. they always held hands with each other or he kept embracing her as he said goodbye. you thought that, after 5 months, it would become easier. it didnt. for you, taeyhung was the perfect guy. a guy you could picture a future with but he wasnt meant for you. you two werent meant for each other. if fate would had wanted that .. it would had given you the courage to confess to him sooner. that woman was his destiny. you were just a by stander in his story. a friend. a best friend.
after a year of working in the same company, taehyung announced his engagement with her. everyone was invited to the wedding, including you. you wanted to decline but it didnt felt right. like in the past you were too scared to speak up. you didnt wantes to ruin his happiness. taehyung was too important to you, even now after all this time.
the wedding was beautiful. taehyung and his wife were beautiful. looking up at the sky while the freshly married couple shared a dance, a tear rolled down your cheek. it felt bittersweet watching the love of your life getting married to someone else. carefully someone placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly you wiped away your tears. after turning around you noticed that it was one of your co workers. in all this chaos of the last year you had forgotten his name. a soft smile was seen on his face as he gently squeezed your shoulder
"it hurts huh?"
"what do you mean?"
with a motion of his head he pointed at the newly wed couple
"that girl over there, the bride.. i had a crush on her for weeks. sadly it never worked out"
you werent really sure if you heard that right. fate was a tricky thing who liked to hurt people in the messiest ways. but it also loved to bring together the people who needed each other the most. with a smile on your face, you faced the stranger as he offered to go over to the bar to grab some drinks.
after the wedding the stranger you met there kept visiting you at your desk. by now you finally were able to get his name. he was Hoseok, in short, Hobi from the same floor as you. he worked as a secretary for the boss so you hadnt seen him much around. healing each others hearts wasnt an easy task but it was better than handling it alone. none of you could avoid gazing at the person you lost. whenever taehyung walked past you or the woman ... one of you always followed them with their eyes.
love hurts. one sided love hurts. it shatters your heart into million little pieces. while one person is happy, the other drowns in sadness. it took you 3 years to finally fell out of love with taehyung. him switching companies also helped a little bit. you two still talk sometimes. not often but taehyung made sure to meet you at least 4 times a month. the last time you saw him he told you about the baby which was growing inside his wifes belly. he sounded so happy as you tried to swallow the tears and the sadness. even if you got over him, seeing him so happy and sharing stories about his family .. still stung a little bit.
the contact between you two became less and less .. and finally after 5 years ... it stopped. you hadnt heard from him. he never called back and you didnt even knew how he was. if he still worked in the same company, if he moved .. if he was still together with her, nothing. while living your life to the fullest you never had managed to get rid of the photo you took of him one summer day. from time to time you took it out of your drawer. remembering the good times you two shared with each other. despite everything ... you still hoped that he kept his bright smile. no matter where he was right now. you hoped ... he would never lose it.
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Speaking of kths, another reason why they're defending mhj is because if we focus on the fact that mhj despises BTS and went to a shaman about them, then it either makes Tae look stupid for practically begging her to produce his album which contradicts the image of the "rebel who sniffs out bullshit" that his fans have cultivated for him, or it makes him look like a someone who also has it out for BTS so he was in cahoots with her (like some anons in my ask tried to insinuate). Because imagine him going out of his way to get her to work with him and she doesn't even like him but helped him because she wanted to take credit for a BTS members' solo success.
And even if he was working with her because he wanted to leave BTS, kths can't celebrate that as they would usually would because she's nobody's favourite person right now. So they want the allegations to be fake so bad because they know his association with her doesn't make him look good... If anyone cared to focus on it that is. Because you can tell that right now his stans and armys especially are desperately trying to ignore the fact that one of the members willingly aligned himself with her.
And no I'm not saying this because I want to receive asks dissecting his relationship with her, whatever the true basis of their relationship is has nothing to do with me. I'm just putting down an observation and why I think kths are defending her.
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portrait of a prince (teaser) — kth (RELEASED!)
This fic is already released, click the title link below to check it out!
PORTRAIT OF A PRINCE | Kim Taehyung | Requested by anon.
Plot: Taehyung is not the beloved prince that his parents want him to be. Alcohol seeps through his veins, opium suffuses the air around him and a new face enters his bed chambers every night. What will he do when his old love enters the palace as his royal painter?
Pairing: Crown Prince!Taehyung x Royal Painter!OC (Name: Angel)
Genre: Royalty | Artist
Type: One-shot
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 600+
Warnings: drug use, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, angst.
Author’s Note: i've been enjoying writing this one-shot so far! It will be released soon but for now, hope you like the teaser!
Being invited as a painter for the crown prince was an honour beyond imagining. Angel was used to painting for small nobles, merchants and courtesans. Now she stood in the jade halls of the white tiger palace, deep late afternoon light seeped through the curtains of the red wood windows.
Angel held onto her papers and supplies tightly as she moved closer to the double doors, showing the insignia of the white tiger in polished ivory and emeralds for eyes.
She had never been to the palace. In their late teenage years, Taehyung used to visit the lower parts of the kingdom where her home was. He would learn literature and art alongside her with Angel’s father. Taehyung would always joke, remember certain dialogues and play them out to her just to make her laugh. His smile stuck to his face like there was nothing else he could do with it.
Angel spent five years trying to forget those things, but now they came rushing back like honey on her tongue. She wanted to see him again, see his smile again. Ask him how he had been. Whether he still thought about her. Perhaps.
The stoic guards opened the doors slowly, letting Angel walk through the slight gap of the doors. Doors only opened wide for important guests, not some humble painter who got lucky.
Angel sighed in frustration, keeping her supplies pressed to her chest. The room was luxurious with paper walls, peach blossoms painted across the crème background with beautiful mats and the sweetness of incense in the air.
In the center, Prince Taehyung sat on a chair, his knees spread apart and a stranger knelt between them.
Their hair was long and brown, head bobbing up and down as the noise of slurping suffused the air. Taehyung’s head was thrown back slightly, both in pleasure and even a hint of boredom.
Half-lidded eyes flickered to see Angel at the room. His reaction was late, moving at a snail like pace to pat the head of the stranger. “It seems we have a guest. Take a break,” he said to the stranger.
Angel tried with all her might to push down the discomfort in her chest. Of course, Taehyung wasn’t going to refrain from his own pleasures through the five years they were apart. They had no commitment to one another. Taehyung himself had no commitment to anything but his lineage and people. She shouldn’t have expected him to wait for her, be happy to see her or even remember her.
Taehyung was the one who stopped sending letters after a year. Angel should’ve understood it from then that there were no more connections here.
Embarrassment burned under her skin. The purple cotton dress she wore, Taehyung’s favourite dress and the jade bracelet grew heavy on her wrist. Angel wanted to run away and change, forget this ever happened but she forced to press her feet on the floor. This was her job. She would do it with confidence and maturity.
The stranger stood to their feet, barely giving her a glance before walking out of the bedroom as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
As the door closed behind Angel, she kept her gaze away as Taehyung covered himself back up with the same aloofness of never needing to rush.
“Why have you interrupted my pleasantries?” Taehyung asked, voice more rasped than Angel ever remembered. The joy in his voice was lost, faded.
“I’ve been assigned to paint your portrait, sire.” Angel always called him by his first name but Taehyung didn’t seem to recognize her at all. It had only been a few years. Was she truly that unmemorable in his mind?
He was a prince. Of course, she was unmemorable. He had consorts, lovers in every corner of the palace. Why would he remember one humble painter from five years ago?
Angel knew this well but it still made her heart feel like the devil himself was twisting it like lemon in his tea.
Taehyung hummed and waved his long fingers to the side. “Please, begin when you’re ready.”
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Nah next you'll see a victimisation party of hyung line and kths will come in saying "Tae too 🥹" because he's tanking too and they'll make a bunch of tweets about JK and Jimin being the fandom favourites because those two are the most successful even though the difference in the treatment between them is like heaven and earth. These losers can make as many hit tweets as they want, their faves will never do well because they will never figure out the actual issue. Just a bunch of dumb b*tches saying exactlyyyy to each other
What's mind boggling is the fact that they only post on Twitter for hit tweets about the different treatment and how armies don't do anything for that hyung line yet they are " the backbone of BTS". Yet they do nothing about it, you identity the problem then try to solve it. Creating a hit tweet won't stop the hyung line from tanking.
What's worse is when they make jimin seem like he's also the fandom's face like bffr.
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