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Uncle Kim
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Pairing: Step-Uncle!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rough Smut, angst and little bit of fluf
Warnings: Rough Smut, teasing, daddy Tae, humiliation, degradation, puppy kink, daddy kink, cock slapping, naughty Yn
“Yn! Come downstairs!” you heard your stepfather shout, you annoyingly stood up from your bed before walking downstairs, not caring about your short pyjamas. “Yah! Kim Yn! Come down quick!” You heard your stepfather shout again making you groan as you fasten your pace of climbing down the stairs. Despite your stepfather being sweet and caring towards you, he still had a very bad temper and would start his rap when he is angry. “Good morning dad, what is it?” You said while yawning, stretching your arms, making your tiny tummy display. “Yah! It’s a good afternoon going on! Which girl wakes up at 1 p.m? Who is going to marry you if you behave like his?!” You just quietly sat down at the dining table and started eating your brunch without caring about your rapping stepfather. After a while you noticed him calm down and asked “Dad, when are you and mom going on the business trip?” You asked with an innocent face but inside you were planning to throw a party at the club after they leave. “Aren’t you too excited for us to leave?” Your mother said while walking into the scene with a suspicious look. You let out a nervous laugh before saying “N-No mom, why would I be excited to see you leave?” before your mother could talk, your stepfather interrupted “Jagya, you don't need to worry about her, I have someone who’ll take care of her” Your eyes widened hearing your stepfather’s comment “No! Why ?! I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” you father was about to reply but the bell disturbed your conversation. “I think he is here” Your stepfather said and even before you could say something he walked away to greet the ‘man’. You stomped your feet before sitting back down with a big pout, making sure everyone knew that you are sulking. You heard your father talk with the ‘man’ while walking towards the dining table. Soon they both were here as they sat on the dining table chairs, your father called “Yn-ah, here meet your caretaker” You looked up from the food to be captured in eye contact with those familiar chocolate brown eyes. You stare at those eyes as you let your lips escape a whisper “Taehyung?” You understood that he smiled when you noticed his eyes wrinkle a bit when he smiled. Your beautiful eye contact was disturbed by your stepfather “Yah! How many times have I told you to call him uncle?” Before your father could start his rap, Taehyung stopped him by saying “Jin hyung, stop it, she is just 4 years younger than me, right Yn?” His deep voice sent tingles down your spine, you notice how he had got a lot more buffer than the last time you saw him. His huge hand had prominent veins, sometimes you wonder how good his hand would look when it would be wrapped around your throat. “Are you alright Yn?” Your naughty bubble was broken by Taehyung’s sexy voice, you looked at him before whispering “Y-Yes T-Taehyung” You looked at him as he stared back at you, his stare was enough to make you feel wet between your legs.
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“So we’ll get going” Your stepfather said while looking at you and Taehyung. You made a cute pitiful face before saying “Eomma, appa, don’t gooo” Well… You wanted them to go before so that you could party but you knew you’ll not be able to handle yourself if you were left alone with Taehyung. “Aww, sweety, we have to go” Your mother said as she hugged you tightly while you too held her tightly “Don’t worry, Taehyung is here to take care of you! You won't feel alone at all” Your father said with a joyful face, only if he knew. “Let’s go, jagya. Bye-bye!” Your mother said while your stepfather walked her away before saying goodbye. You see their car drive away second by second until it’s not visible anymore. You turned around before closing the door, only to bump into a rock-hard chest. You looked up at him while he bent down until he was face to face with you, his breath fanning your lips as he said “You were desperate to be with me alone when we were young, what happened now?” He leaned in till only a centimetre distance was left between both of your lips. You just stared at him as leaned in more until his lips were on yours, still not moving. A few moments passed but he didn’t move his lips, so you decided to take matters into your hand and move your lips. As soon as you started to move your lips, he too started to move his lips as you both kissed softly which soon turned rough. Taehyung entered his tongue inside your mouth as you let it in. Soon his kiss moved down your body towards your collarbones as he sucked around them. Your mouth escapes a little moan when Taehyung finds your sweet spot. You could feel the wetness in your panties as Taehyung continued to suck on your neck. You were into the moment when suddenly it all stopped. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung standing in front of you, this time at a decent distance. You looked at him confused but your confusion turns into shock when he said “It’s your study time, go and study. Your father told me you are lagging in Math” He walked away after his doing as you continued to stare in shock before whispering in anger “Kim Fucking Taehyung!!!”
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The whole week went by Taehyung’s continuous teasing and nagging. The whole week you were left on edge, you even tried to masturbate but couldn’t finish. Today is Saturday and you decided to get back on Taehyung by teasing him. You wore a very scandalous dress that Taehyung would love to see you in but would hate to let others see it.
Yes, you decide to make him jealous, very basic but effective. You did your makeup and wore your heels before walking downstairs, making sure Taehyung hears you come. You saw him in the living room seeing something on the television. “Taehyung! I am going out with my friends to a club, I’ll be late at home so don't worry!” You say Taehyung look at you in shock as he heard you but his shocked face was turned into an angry one when he saw the dress you were wearing. You started to walk towards the door but before you could he grabbed you by your arm before turning you around. Your hands were on his chest as his eyes looked at you in jealousy. “You are going out to a club? And that too dress like that?! With whom?!” You internally smirked at his question but kept a neutral face and said “I am going out with Rayan and what’s the problem with my dress?” You pushed him a bit before twirling around and showing him your dress “You are going out with a guy and that too to a club” He said as he gripped your arm again but this time tighter. “You are not going anywhere especially wearing that dress” He said as he pulled you towards him. You whined in protest, trying to get away but inside you were loving the attention. “What’s your problem, Taehyung?! I am not a little girl, I can take care of myself. You are not my dad to interfere in my life” You said, maybe a little too harsh, you could see flames of anger inside his eyes and now you regret what you said. Fear slowly accumulates in your body as you shuttered “T-Tae-ah” You tried to say but were stopped when suddenly Taehyung gripped your throat. His grip painfully tight, his other free hand holding both your hands behind your back. “Oh babygirl, you really shouldn’t have said that. Gonna show you whom this slutty body belongs to, making sure you know who is your real daddy” His remark made you clench your legs tight, a small whimper escapes your lips as he tightens his grip on your throat “Gonna make sure you scream daddy all night” He said before throwing you on his shoulders and walking towards his room. Your mind floods with anticipation and lust. He walked inside his room, locking the door before throwing you onto the king-size bed he had, your breast jiggled due to the impact making him hungry for you.
He hovered above your small frame before taking your lips into a rough kiss. You tried to match his pace equally but still lagging. He gripped your clothed breast in his hand before squeezing it making you moan. Taking this as a chance, he entered his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth. He detached his lips from yours before moving them down to your neck, sucking a load of hickeys on your neck making you a moaning mess. Satisfied enough of the art he created on your neck, he moved down until he was lying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. In a swift movement, he pushed the hemline of your dress to your stomach as his eyes came in contact with your sexy crotchless underwear “Fuck! You were begging to be fucked. Fucking slut!” He said as he rubbed harshly onto your bear wetness. Your crotchless underwear made it easy for him to access your raw entrance. He pulled down your panties before throwing them somewhere in the room before saying “Spread your legs wide for daddy” Submissively you pulled your legs apart, displaying your greedy cunt to his hungry eyes “Fuck, such a tiny cunt you have” Pushing your legs up his shoulders, he bends down to nudge your clit, smelling your essence. Sticking his tongue out, liking your folds as he brings his free hand to flick your clit. His harsh actions on your sensitive pussy bring loud moans from your mouth. “Come on baby, moan louder for me, let everyone know who is pleasuring you ao good” He encourages as he continues to eat your pussy like a hungry wolf. Moving away from your pussy making you whine he pushed your legs from his shoulders to your chest before commanding you to hold them wide. You desperately acknowledged his command and pulled your legs wide apart. Taehyung sucked on his two fingers, wetting them enough before pushing them into your leaking hole making you release a deep breathy moan “Fuck, daddy!” Taehyung lets out a low moan seeing his fingers disappear in your hole. You were almost near your orgasm when he unexpectedly pulled his digs out of your cunt making you whine loudly “You thought you were gonna cum after the stunt you pulled, no babygirl that’s not how it works” He said before pulling down the straps of your dress until your dress is bunched up on your stomach. Your nipples hardened as soon as they came in contact with air. He pinched your perky nips before saying “You are such a naughty girl, going out without any proper garments. Looks like I have to put some sense in that slutty brain of yours. On your knees, crawl to me” He said before sitting on a chair that was in the corner of the room “Come on, baby girl, crawl to daddy” His dirty comment made you clench your thighs together as you slowly gained your strength before getting up from the bed and kneeling on the cold marble floor. You slowly got onto your hands and knees before crawling towards him. You crawled until you were in front of him as you looked up at him with your big puppy eyes “Such a good little pup for daddy” He said as he pushed your face onto his covered crotch. Humilation fills your veins as he said “Such a slutty little pup, you are a cock hungry bitch, aren’t you?” You wanted to say now but couldn’t help but just clench your thighs together to prevent any wetness to leak.
He stood up for a moment before pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He sat back down on the chair, manspreading as he gripped his cock “Open and suck” He commanded and you obeyed like a good girl, opening your mouth to take in his huge cock. You begin to take him slowly but he grips your hair and shoves his cock inside your mouth making him groan loudly. He grips your scalp as he controls your rhythm, you move your tongue around the tip of his cock making him moan loudly ”Such a pretty little cockslut you are” he moans out and pushes his cock deeper into your throat. Pulling his cock out of your mouth only to slap it on your face a few times before harshly showering it back in your mouth. “Yes, take my cock like a good slut” He curses as his tip met with the back of your throat making you gag. Tears streamed down your face as he thrust hard in your mouth, his moans making liquids gush out of your cunt making you clench your legs. “I am gonna cum baby” he says before cumming in your mouth, pulling out of your mouth before making sure you swallow his cum. “On the bed, ass up” He said, tapping your face lightly. You obeyed his command as you moved from your knees towards the bed. You got on all fours on the bed, making sure your ass sticks up high enough for him to see your both pucked holes. He walked towards you before hovering above your small frame. He took both of your hands in his grip before holding them behind you with his one hand. Pumping his cock he slowly tapped it on your clit making you whine “What was that baby?” He said while rubbing his tip on your clit “Please I want your cock daddy” you begged as your hips moved up in search of friction but he prevented you from doing so “Hmm, you want my cock, baby? But do you deserve it? Do you baby?” He says as he enters his tip into your hole before immediately pulling it out making you whine in frustration “Please daddy! I want your cock!!” you screamed only to be replaced by another painful moan as he spanks your ass “Behave slut!” He said as he gripped onto your asscheek “I’m sorry daddy, please I want your cock” He strokes your pussy slowly making you whine “Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck your slut. Tame my naughty pussy with your big cock. Fuck me like a whore I am” You begged him in desperation, this time you didn’t care if you sounded like a whore. “Since you begged so nice” He said before slowly entering his cock into your pussy, making you gasp because of the stretch. Slowly thrusting in you as he moaned when he felt you clench around him “Faster daddy, please fuck me faster” you said as he obeys and increases his speed “Fucck!! you fuck me so good daddy!!” You moaned loudly, feeling his girth stretch your tiny cunt, his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot “Fuck!! Such a tight cunt you have!!” Your both’s moans echoed throughout the whole room, and both of your bodies glistened with sweat as if the air conditioner didn't work. You felt your orgasm approach as you clench your wall around his cock wanting to make him cum too “I’m gonna cum daddy” You moaned out “Be a good girl and hold it, cum when I say” Nodding your head while you moaned as he wreaked you “Cum” not being able to hold anymore you came as well as squirted as he commanded, creaming his dick with your cum “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” he moaned a string of curses as he pulls out and cums on your ass. You lay there breathless, trying to catch your breath. You felt Taehyung release you from his grasp before walking away. You felt disappointed, well maybe you expected a confession. “Maybe he really doesn’t like me” You whispered before pouting but gasped when you heard him “What are you pouting about? Did you not feel good?” He asked while walking towards you with a wet towel “W-what are you doing?” You questioned him as he hovered above you again “Cleaning you up, aftercare is necessary. Take a nap if you want” He said before wiping his cum off your ass, you just lay there as he cleaned up before walking away to dispose off the towel to the laundry. You got under the covers, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to engulf you. You were almost about to sleep but got startled when you felt Taehyung wrap his arm around you “Sleep baby, sleep” He said pushing you into his chest, you too wrapped your arms around his torso as you let sleep consume you. “I love you my baby” Taehyung whispers into your hair as he notices you sleeping. He placed a small peck on your forehead before closing his eyes and sleeping.
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The Art Of Calligraphy
[🫧] Taekook Au
- *ongoing*
- many short chapters
- Long distance
- c0vid exists
- 2020 lockdown
- letter-writing
- poetic approach
- Idol Tae x Rookie Idol Jk
“I tore open your letter and licked the envelope's seal for any lingering trace of you.” - Emily Dickinson to Sue Gilbert
Jeongguk’s debut was a smashing success and brought out unbridled opportunities for his career. For the first time, he had met his biggest inspiration, Kim Taehyung, in the flesh— a budding friendship he felt in his heart. Though life had other plans, driving them apart by the fall of an epidemic into complete isolation. Nothing drives you further apart than the enabling of an effortless communication system. As the world collapses and creative burnout is in the forefront of his life, Taehyung hauls back to the basics of song literature. And what better way to take it backwards than to rekindle a what-might’ve-been friendship with rookie artist Jeongguk in the form of writing letters?
#taekook#vkook#fanfic#bts#taehyung#jungkook#v#jeongguk#ao3#archive of our own#idol x idol#idol taehyung#idol jungkook#letters#love letters#strangers to lovers#poetic approach#quarantine au#long distance#many short chapters
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[untitled] by almostsophie1
yoongi/taehyung/jungkook
producer!Yoongi, Idol!jungkook, idol!taehyung, Developing Relationship, Polyamory
10.1k words
rating: T
Min Yoongi does not write love songs for people. Not anymore.
(Or so he tells himself when his heart decides to match its beat to Jeongguk’s smile and Taehyung’s laugh.)
#taegikook#ship: taegikook#yoongi/taehyung/jungkook#au: idols#producer yoongi#idol jungkook#idol taehyung#getting together#developing relationship#ship: poly#fluff#ao3#bts ficrec#bts fic rec#yoongi ship#taehyung ship#jungkook ship#yoongi-centric
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
!!! CHAPTER 6
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ
↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.
↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.
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↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook
↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character
↝ straight namjoon
↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin
↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ
↝ mature 18+
↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation
ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ
↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective,
↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016
ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ
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It was official, Jimin wasn’t speaking to him. Not even acknowledging Taehyung’s desperate looks and gestures to talk it out. Jungkook had been right all along; the longer they avoided talking about it, the harder it would be to resolve their issues. The situation was already complicated enough, and Taehyung couldn't help feeling guilty for being frustrated with Jimin's silent treatment.
And Jungkook’s reassures that Jimin was too shit-faced, as if that was the right way how to speak about his hyung, to remember anything, weren’t helping at all. Because why else would Jimin scoff every time Taehyung as much as mentioned Jungkook’s name even if it was something as innocent as answering who he thought was the cutest member among them?
Taehyung just didn’t understand Jungkook’s calmness, as if it wasn’t him with his dick out and lewd expression spread across his face while his hips were moving in the rhythm of Taehyung’s hand, when Jimin’s voice pushed into their intimate space all of sudden.
He didn’t believe his friend was fighting with the headache that came as an outcome of his poor drinking habits, as Jungkook suggested, either. Because whose hangover lasted for over a week?
Taehyung was about to look over his shoulder, but stopped at Jungkook’s low grunt when his head, resting on his chest, moved, but his eyes remained closed, only a wrinkle between his eyebrows deepened and his lips pouted, as if the middle of Taehyung’s chest wasn’t as comfortable as the place right under his left collarbone. Taehyung could feel the sharp metal, he knew was adoring Jungkook’s ears, as a hard stud pressing against his sternum and he smiled when he noticed the second earring from the pair glistening in the glow of the setting sun.
Taehyung liked to lose track of time watching the grey-blue sky changing into bright orange, waiting patiently until the stars weren't visible above the city, but experiencing the performance while caressing the clouds was his most favourite so far. Surrounded by the shaky walls of the plane cabin, the time surely stopped making sense. What if they were stuck in the never-ending second?
He could have left his eyes on the hills of white and his mind tasting the imagination, yet the sound hitting the back of his seat again painted everything in ashen tones, falling on his ears like intrusive hues of electric blue and red. Distracting. Taehyung didn’t know since when he could sense colours behind the tones, but they felt like a halo glowing around the sound. Most of the time, Taehyung felt frustrated with his own world, or more with the inability to explain and lack of understanding. He always deserved, or that was what society made him feel, a double look when the words that made someone stop to think, left his mouth.
Taehyung noticed Jimin's eyes narrowing as he peered into the dim corners of their cramped surroundings. He couldn't tell if Jimin was watching him through the gap between their seats, or inspecting the way the light faded into shadows. Either way, it reminded Taehyung of Yoongi's judging gaze, more than Jimin's usual cold, unimpressed stare. The slight clucking noise Jimin made with his tongue added to Taehyung's nerves as he shifted in his seat. It seemed like even without words, the disapproval in Jimin's eyes was enough to make Taehyung feel fidgety. Jimin usually craved resolution after his stubbornness faded into the loneliness of a passing time.
Their gazes met and even before the white flickered between the brown of Jimin’s pupils as he rolled his eyes, Taehyung could sense the same vivid hues of intense blue, glowing through the tension, locating the guilt inside his soul. It was the tension itself. Sensing the opportunity, Taehyung could feel his lips parting.
“Ji-”
He thought this was also what Jimin was waiting for, the peace and place, and the quiet cabin of the plane, kidnapping them from the time they could spend with their families during this holiday season, where everyone’s snores were the sounds of their exhaustion, seemed to be the right time.
But a low sleepy hum, vibrating through his chest and down to his stomach, where it spread the warm brown comfort, slammed his teeth together before the emotional whisper of “-min,” could get Jimin’s attention.
Taehyung looked down at where the seed of safety and love was planted and found Jungkook moving his head, nuzzling under his chin for relief after waking up.
“Are we there yet?” he grunted lowly, the rasp of his voice sent chills down Taehyung’s spine, before his eyes opened and he pulled out an eyebrow over the blemish white on the grey fabric of the hoodie Taehyung was wearing. “This is mine,” Jungkook said, but his tone was lacking the accusation. He fisted the thin material around the zipper and let it go again. Distracting, the way Taehyung could feel Jungkook’s nails scrapping on his skin through his clothing, was distracting.
When Taehyung turned his head to look at Jimin’s face through the gap again, he found him with a sleeping mask over his eyes, resting his head on the backrest of his seat. Taehyung sighed.
Taehyung was happy to have Jungkook’s eyes and touch on him again, after the phone, glued to the boy’s attention during the morning, had stolen him from his arms. It was nothing like Taehyung to wish they could turn off the aeroplane mode on their devices, so Jungkook could busy himself with whoever’s messages were competing with his quick responses again. All the pettiness, coming from neglect and resulting in him throwing Jungkook’s favourite piece of clothing over his shoulders for attention, forgotten in order to speak to Jimin.
“I have been wearing it since morning,” even if Taehyung’s voice wasn’t tinted with disbelief and a sprinkle of annoyance, the remark had to be strange enough as Jungkook’s head was no longer a weight over Taehyung’s heart.
“Have you?” Jungkook wondered aloud and as soon as his curious fingers got lost on Taehyung’s clothed body, probably smoothing out the creases his head had left, Taehyung pushed Jimin to the back of his mind.
Something about the silence surrounding his and Jimin’s relationship provoked him to argue loudly to fill out the void with noise and distraction. Taehyung was chasing the neon red, not noticing it substituted for anger.
“I am serious,’ he said, crossing his arms over his chest only to pull at the same fabric Jungkook was running his eyes over, ‘I’ve stolen this from your closet, and you notice now?”
Taehyung watched as the corners of Jungkook's lips twitched, biting down the traces of amusement, he leaned his head against his seat, mimicking Jimin's gesture without knowing, he chuckled softly, “You are jealous,” Jungkook said as if he could read through the memories active at the front of Taehyung's brain. Jungkook's hand reached out. It felt flat on Taehyung's belly, right under his folded arms and he drummed his fingers, testing Taehyung's weak abdomen muscles under the stolen hoodie. “My mum would be flattered,” Taehyung saw how a laugh bobbed with Jungkook's throat but before it could spread his mouth wide and show his teeth, it blended with his subtle teasing.
“What?”
The digits knocking their own rhythm on Taehyung's most vulnerable place stopped, to think about another melody. This new one seemed to play on the background of Jungkook's heavy sigh, “I promised mum to visit them on the eighth. She said hyung with her are already there.” Jungkook's shoulders slumped as soon as he mentioned his brother along with his long-term girlfriend.
Taehyung knew better than anyone else how draining and not worth it felt for Jungkook to compete against the mental shadows his older brother, the favourite child in his parent's eyes, was casting. Junghyung seemed to be everything Jungkook was not; a model student, constantly striving for the greatest, proudly wearing the shiny batch pinned to his sweater in the least subtle way. He was also a devoted son, softly kissing his mother's cheek every holiday season or in between. And now, from what Jungkook had told him, he was prepared to marry the love of his, and his mother's life.
“I left a text before going to bed last night, that I wouldn't be able to make it, hoping she would read it when we are on the plane. But well...” the laugh he was restraining for so long finally found its way out in a burst of something that tasted bitter in the air. The underlying pain in Jungkook's voice awoken a regret pushing Taehyung’s words and actions under the shameful light. He should have known, the atmosphere of the approaching New Year (Seollal) could be sensed in everyone’s mood for weeks now; ever since January started to bend down its last days.
The holiday season had always been the hardest for them, as nothing could brighten up the reality better, or maybe worse, than fireworks of celebrations hammering their colours behind their back and on photographs where longing was present in their families' eyes. Not even the best editors could fill up the hole their absence had left, no matter how convincing the photoshopped pictures looked.
“Kookie, I am sorry,” started Taehyung.
“Hyung, it’s fine. It’s not your fault you have a loving family. Your mother probably wouldn’t even mind if you introduced,” suddenly he halted, looking down at their intertwined fingers on Taehyung’s stomach. Taehyung followed his gaze, wondering if the warmth of his palm and grip of his fingers was Jungkook's silent seek for comfort and reassurance. Without thinking, Taehyung gently squeezed Jungkook’s hand, holding it tighter in his own. “Me, when we are as old as Jin hyung.”
It was at that moment, with their hearts beating in sync, that Taehyung suddenly realised the true reason behind Jungkook's undying desire to come out. Namjoon would be the first step.
“Jungkook-ah,’ called Taehyung and straightened his back, looking right at the younger's face, ‘don't tell me, all this time, you wanted to come out just to win this nonsense fight with your brother.”
He searched for answers in the depths of Jungkook's eyes, in his gaze fixated on their hands and on Taehyung's rising belly. And there, behind the lack of concern and what Taehyung understood as nonchalance in his posture, he saw vulnerability. Jungkook looked desperate to prove that he was not worse than Junghyung, that he too could bring someone home and be loved by his family.
Jungkook didn't respond for a while. He brought his bottom lip out, only to bite down on it right away. His eyes seemed to be flickering between the truth and the words of conviction he could offer to Taehyung.
“Kookie?” Taehyung murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper against the background hum of the plane cabin.
Finally, Jungkook let out a breath, he regained the strength in his voice hinting at protection, “Hyung, you don't have to worry. Have you forgotten what I told you? If you're not ready, I no longer want us to come out.” Only this time, Jungkook misread the crease between Taehyung's eyebrows or the dampness of his palms coated in cold sweat. Taehyung wasn't worried about himself.
“But the question is, hyung, would you do the same for me?”
For a moment, Taehyung allowed himself to return to his old fears, only to find out they had never quite faded. The ignorance only made them more radiant, blazing to the point he could feel them on his skin, melting the walls of protection, the truth of untold. Taehyung could never bring a boy to his parents’ house, lead him through the threshold of their acceptance.
“I...” he didn’t mean to hesitate, but he couldn’t let the truth free either.
Jungkook's fingers spread wide, he turned Taehyung's hand over and returned the squeeze; his grip gentle yet firm. “It’s alright, hyung,” he said simply, his eyes filled with love.
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The weather over Japan’s largest islands seemed to be made for today’s evening event. Taehyung remembered the encouraging blinks of stars wishing him the best of luck when he pressed gently on his ear to secure the in-ear monitor and with the countdown of the collected voice of the audio engineer, he took the first smooth step to open tonight’s performance. Jungkook’s hand, hidden in the shadow of his back, patted his butt slightly, stealing his breath but pushing the flush over his make-up, bringing a bit of colour to his whitewashed face. Taehyung looked around but Jungkook’s jacket was already swishing past him, the cold wind filled Taehyung’s lungs with fresh cheering. Hoseok by his left squatted down as soon as Jungkook sneaked a thumb-up behind his back pointing towards the sky with his readiness all while Taehyung’s heart was soaring, filling his chest with pride. He loved him with such intensity that it felt almost physical, every fibre of his being was becoming stronger just to endure the feeling. Witnessing Jungkook's confidence grow with each of their show charged him with such joy that he wanted to scream from the rooftops. He could do so now, the manifestation of his happiness would be covered by the audience. He chose to smirk instead and pushing one knee forward he sat on the heel of his other foot lowering himself to Jimin’s level who was already leaning over his bent knees, heels on the floor. When darkness faded into light, hugging Jungkook’s alone figure in the middle of the big stage, the boy’s back reflected on the surface of Jimin’s eyes before it switched into determination with one blink. Jimin’s fingers flexed, a subtle betrayal of his restlessness that didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung’s attentive eye. He knew Jimin wanted tonight to go smoothly, just as everyone else.
Two songs in, everyone noticed but they chose to ignore when Jin’s voice broke in the middle of the verse. His cheeks turned pink and his hand shot up to scratch his neck, but as the melody of their song continued to push the excited screams out of the people’s throats, he had to swallow the burning ache scraping inside his neck. When Jin’s fingers brushed past Taehyung’s in the midst of the spin, Taehyung’s hand lingered, longer than the fast rhythm allowed him to, longer than when he felt at the top of his spirit to tease. A tight supporting squeeze stretched a tired smile on Jin’s lips, but left Taehyung three steps behind.
In the corner of his eye, Taehyung saw Jimin lifting up his hand to fix the microphone hitting his chin with his every jump. He stuck out his tongue to wet his lips before he opened his mouth and as the rehearsed lines made the teenage girls in the front row put a hand over their hearts over Jimin’s sweet angelic voice, he hovered his foot over the stage floor, his arms followed in a graceful, elegant sweep, as if tracing an invisible arc through the air, the palm of his right hand was meant to connect with Taehyung’s over their hands to form a heart shape. Taehyung was already late, throwing his body while his legs took a jump, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly hesitated, throwing off the carefully choreographed harmony. Jimin, expecting the presence of fingers curling around his wrist, found himself alone in the spotlight, their movements out of sync. Taehyung’s misstep was subtle, almost unnoticeable to an untrained eye, but within the dynamics of the group, it spoke volumes.
The big smile turning Jimin’s eyes into two lines wavered and when he turned around, curling his body until it didn’t disappear behind Yoongi’s confidently approaching figure, already spitting out his powerful words, the shape of Jimin’s teeth became visible under his skin as he pursed his lips. Taehyung couldn’t chase away the grimace for the rest of the song.
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Taehyung could not only feel the buckets of hot sweat pouring down his back and front, but as it seeped through his clothes and stuck them to his flushed skin, he could smell it in his nose. He needed to sit down, a minute would be enough, his body was whispering to him, but at the same time, he knew if he let his knees bend, feet rest and lungs exhale, he would not be able to finish, not even continue. So he kept on pacing, walking in a circle, with his hands on his hips and head resting low on his neck, making the life of the girl they had hired as a make-up artist impossibly harder.
“Don’t overdo it,” warned them Namjoon five songs before, pulling his tank top up to hide his collarbones, before the eruption of excited screams under the light had sent them to their routine. However, as Taehyung glanced at Namjoon now, leaning over his trembling knees while another girl was jumping frantically around him with a hand fan, Taehyung felt a sudden need to scoff.
“Hyung, slow down,” Jungkook had whispered to him when they met in the middle of the stage, moving like one man. Taehyung remembered throwing him a half-reassuring smile before the next tones of a song had separated them again. But Jungkook was on his knees now, only his shaking shoulders were keeping him from kissing the dirty floor. Taehyung could hear his breathy whimpers while Jimin, purposefully maintaining eye contact with Taehyung; the screams of their fans seemed to fade into the background as Taehyung and Jimin held each other's gaze, was gently pressing ice packs at the back of his neck and forehead.
It had been quite some time since Taehyung’s legs had given up under him, turning his previously functional limbs into long, useless tubes flailing helplessly around his body. He didn’t plan to faint tonight, he was confident that even if his mind shut off, his muscles would continue to guide his footwork flawlessly.
A small and fluffy, but powdery, bristles of make-up brush were patting at his nose, masking the natural glow of his skin and a mole at the tip of his nose under the matted layer of something creamy and skin-toned. Taehyung lifted his hand, attempting to wave it away, but another one, slim, cold and somehow shaky grasped him around his wrist.
“V-ssi,” sighed the make-up girl impatiently, pinning his arm back to his hip. She let out a tired exhale, dragging her feet from the sofa to the wall and from the wall back to the sofa, following Taehyung's back. “Can you please stay still? I can't work properly if you keep moving around like that,” she scolded him, her frustration seeping through the gentle tone they advised her to approach the idols with.
“This is taking forever. Just finish up quickly,” Taehyung muttered, his impatience breaking through. The makeup girl paused, looking at him with a mix of surprise and irritation. Only Taehyung couldn't, he ran a hand through his hair, damped with sweat, hesitating before an uncalled anger, coming as a product of exhaustion, could snap at the innocent girl trying to earn good money any further. He knew he would be bathing in toxic guilt while the sheets of his hotel bed would be trying to bring him comfort a few hours later.
“Taehyung-ah!” Namjoon called out, his voice tinted with a hint of relief as he finally gained control over the sweet unconsciousness hovering with a threat above him. Taehyung’s expression remained annoyed, he couldn't even force a smile on his lips as he jerked his head towards the sound of the voice.
Namjoon was sitting on the floor, his knees bent on either side of his body, his ankles moving in half circles, letting free a quiet pop every time they reached their range limit. “Can I talk to you real quick?” Taehyung noticed the white traces of saliva, dried with water around Namjoon's mouth, breaking into cracks as he spoke.
The girl still dancing on her tiptoes around Taehyung fell on her heels in defeat. She pulled at the corner of the black cloth she threw over his shoulders earlier, and it slid off his body. Taehyung let her leave, collecting her make-up products, before he reached for the nearly empty plastic bottle and squatted down to his hyung, balancing close to the floor unsteadily. Namjoon's expression turned grateful as he tightly gripped the bottle, it made a sharp crunching sound under the pressure of his fingers wrapping around the plastic. He took deep gulps of the refreshing liquid, some of which dribbled down his chin.
“Hyung, I didn’t mean to be rude, but I won’t say sorry when she,’ Taehyung’s body followed the sharp jerk of his shoulder, pointing towards the girl looking around the chaos if someone didn’t need her help, ‘doesn’t know how it feels. You understand me hyung, right? I can’t sit down or else... or else.” It felt odd turning his thoughts to the voice-out words already past his tongue.
Taehyung nearly missed the lingering gaze Namjoon had left over his shoulder and even if a surprise prodded his curiosity when Namjoon said, “This is not about Wooyeong noona,” (because since when was Namjoon not only familiar but also close with the staff, Taehyung was sure he had never seen the girl’s face before), the next words falling on his ears made it irrelevant, “You need to get it together, Taehyung-ah,’ Namjoon was speaking with an impatience blended with disappointment in his tone, ‘Whatever is going on between you two, you are both professionals for fuck’s sake.”
Taehyung's muscles tensed, it was a primal reaction, he built up his defence with attack locking his body. He glanced over at Jimin, still uncomfortably close - as if he was provoking him - to Jungkook who was holding himself on his elbows and toes. The fabric of the dark blue bag resting close to Jungkook’s hairline had to be warmed up by now, as Taehyung could not spot a single droplet running down his skin and to the collar of his jacket. But Jimin's palm was pressing down on the round white plastic lid sewed at the top nevertheless in his desperate attempt to keep Jungkook's overheating body under control.
Namjoon continued, “We've all been through tough times, personal or otherwise. But when we're out there, on that stage, we need to be a unit, Taehyung.” Jimin shot Taehyung a look, there was a distant glance in his eyes as if he was piercing through his physical form made of flesh, blood and bones and could see something beyond him. Taehyung turned around quickly to catch a glimpse of what Jimin saw, but only Namjoon's intense gaze met him.
“ARMYs look up to us, and it's our responsibility to give them our best. Whatever it is, sort it out later. Right now, focus on the performance.”
Taehyung could see Jungkook's lips moving, probably a breath of soft 'Thank you,' teased the bared skin of his own forearms while his eyelids fluttered, fighting to stay open. Straining against his own weight, he shifted onto his one arm -the sharpness of his elbow bored a mark in the exact shape into the rubber yoga mat- and reached for the blue ice pack pressed against the protruding bone of his neck, muttering something again. Jimin finally leaned backwards, sitting on his heels, he lightly tapped Jungkook's back, but hesitated at the sight of the skin exposed by his rolled-up shiny top. While Jungkook was using the playtime with blue creases of the ice bag as a distraction from the ache, Jimin said something with a gentle smile causing his eyebrows to rest on either side of his eyes. Taehyung noticed him gesture towards where Namjoon and himself were standing. Jungkook tensed at the motion, his tired shoulders becoming stiff...
“Are you listening at all?” Namjoon sighed with impatience, frustrated by Taehyung’s lack of focus.
Taehyung blinked, his mind snapping back to the present where Namjoon’s dry fingers were rubbing against each other in a loud snap in front of his face.
“Sorry hyung,” Taehyung murmured, subconsciously mirroring Jungkook’s movement of rubbing the back of his neck. “One unit, no fighting,’ he repeated, ‘I’ll try my best, hyung.”
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Taehyunng swore he did his best. He could cover the left side of his chest with his palm, even pat it while the hollow sound of his palm meeting his body would be used as emphasis. He could yell the same if his throat didn’t feel so raw and his tongue too big for words to make any sense. He knew Namjoon would listen, he had already been watching Taehyung’s feet stomping their way down the stage stairs, stopping him on the last one with a hand on his shoulder. Taehyung remembered how his eyebrows lifted up but before he could voice out the question, the other members were hurrying them up, all of them ready to get rid of their sweat-drenched clothes and to crowd the cars taking them to their hotel.
“I tried!” cried out Taehyung, bending down to pick up the single pillow from his bed and burrow his face into the subtle floral scent of clean sheets in frustration. The whimpers of his stubborn truth could be heard along with another set of angry stomps.
Maybe the sound muted by the rug caused Hoseok to pop out his head from the bathroom door with hair still bubbly from the shampoo.
“Taehyung-ah, you alright?” he asked with a mix of concern and confusion. He brought his hand to scratch the side of his cheek, but suddenly paused and furrowed his brows. “You've got to be kidding me,’ Hoseok exclaimed, ‘I just shaved this morning!”
Taehyung’s head snapped up, the movement so sharp and unexpected that his hands were too slow to catch the pillow falling to his still lifting feet. Hoseok’s eyes looked too red from the hair product irritation, glistening as a white creamy substance on his eyelashes, to notice something rushing through the air, but a thud got his attention again and he squinted at the blurry figure standing a few feet away from him. He repeated the same words.
“Yes, hyung,’ Taehyung's lips stretched into a forced smile, but a genuine one raised his mouth corners once he realised Hoseok could probably hardly recognise his nose from his eyes, ‘Go wash your hair. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He waved his hand dismissively, gesturing to the bathroom. “Just need a quick shower and some sleep.”
I am tired was an answer to every wonder or concern. I need a bath or hot water will do me good was an accepted form of solution, not questioned by anyone. Everyone knew it as a temporary band-aid to all the problems. While all of them were aware of its true excuse origin, they continued to use it, trapped in the circle of avoidance.
“Ah,’ chuckled Hoseok awkwardly, patting his hair full of white foam, ‘this may take a while. Noona said I should let it sit for ten minutes before washing it out,” he bit down on his bottom lip apologetically, careful not to collect the purple shampoo on his tongue.
“But I heard Jungkookie already took a shower before dinner. He has room to himself, remember?” Taehyung didn’t think Hoseok noticed the way his shoulders slumped nor how his lips pushed forward in a pout, but that was just who Hoseok was - always good at reading emotions and offering solutions. “I don’t think he would say no to you.” The wink Hoseok gave him was most likely a reaction to more shampoo gathering at the corner of his left eye.
Before the heat in Taehyung’s cheeks, threatening to paint his face in the colours of secret, could give him away, he quickly bent down. He was aware Jungkook had already let hot water and a pair of precise hands, massaging the shower gel into his red sweaty skin, clean him. Those were Taehyung’s own hands after all, working the younger’s body up and bringing it back down from the high at the same time in the hot passionate steam. Burning down the adrenaline with desperate touches easily became Taehyung’s favourite type of release. However, he couldn't let Hoseok find out about it.
“Oh really? How could I know that?” he laughed awkwardly, still preferring the flower petals embroidered with golden tread on the pillow case over Hoseok’s eyes. He could feel his hands sweating as he traced the round shapes of the patterns.
“He uhm... he said that?” Hoseok finally wiped away the slimy fluid from his eyes, studying Taehyung’s face. “Weren’t you blushing the same way when he did so though?”
Taehyung didn’t blame Hoseok for his confused tone, but he wished to punish his own mind for running wild with thoughts of Jungkook. He quickly shook his head, hoping the images of the naked torso, glowing in its whiteness in the dim light behind the shower curtain, would dissolve into thoughts that felt more faded compared to the pink embarrassment.
“No, no,’ Taehyung’s voice cracked slightly, ‘It was just food. You know I can't tolerate the spicy,” a nervous chuckle was back.
Hoseok raised an eyebrow sceptically, clearly not convinced by his weak attempt to excuse the crimson that could rival a ripe tomato.
“If you say so,” he shuddered. He seemed to decide not to press any further. Instead, he reached behind the door and grabbed something, “Well, if you need that shower,’ Hoseok’s voice was coming muffled by the walls and closed door, ‘Go ahead and use Jungkook’s room.” When Hoseok returned, he had a towel in hand, Taehyung noticed how the snowy-white cotton was wet around the edge and it seemed to absorb some of the purple pigment. Hoseok pressed the dry and still fluffy part to his hairline and then slid it down across his face. When his eyes came to light over the fabric again, they were watching him with expectation.
A mirror was fixed on the wall next to the flimsy wardrobe, showing Taehyung’s secrets as the creases of his muscles and the hues on his skin. Taehyung knew he had to leave before Hoseok set his gaze on the same reflecting surface.
Taking a deep breath, Taehyung nodded, whispering a quick bye to the elder, leaning against the doorframe and keeping an eye on his back. He walked towards the entrance, accompanied by the sound of Hoseok's slippers squelching as he made his way back to the bathroom to rinse out the shampoo before his hair lightened too much.
Taehyung couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation but also guilt at the same time. Guilt clung to him like a suffocating fog, threatening to consume him whole if he didn't stop lying to his friends.
His hand was already on the handle, the sound of creaking door as they opened after a light press, died away in a splash of water hitting the base of the bathtub.
“Taehyung-ah, wait!”
Taehyung froze mid-step, yet his heart refused to stop pounding; his chest began to ache. As he looked behind his shoulder, opening his eyes wide in an effort to see through the bathroom light, he tried his best to keep up the facade.
“Hyung?”
“Can you check if Jungkook has any shaving cream?”
Taehyung's shoulders sagged with relief.
“Of course, hyung.”
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Taehyung was aware his memory usually didn’t walk hand in hand with his orientation sense, but to walk into the wrong room was too much even for him. As if the keycard Jungkook had given to him disappeared from his hand and slipped from his mind; and maybe it really dropped to his feet, the moment his eyes adjusted to the halo of lighting surrounding the single bed in the far corner.
Jimin was curling into himself on the top of now messy sheets. Despite the blanket he was pulling up to his chin by the tight grip of his trembling fingers, Taehyung recognised the stiff fabric of jeans he was wearing during dinner peaking where the blanket was too short to cover his ankles and feet. His hair looked to be stuck with a white layer of product that was crusting exactly the way when was worn for too long and the black mascara rolling dried to his cheeks was staining the pillow lacking the white-golden pillowcase. Jimin brought the back of his hand to wipe his swollen eyes when the sound of beeping announcing Taehyung’s entrance startled his peace. He raised his head, showing the marks deepening into the red pliant skin of his face and his lips parted either to mute the hiccup pressing on the muscle of his diaphragm or to voice out his surprise, but instead, his eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“Oh, I am sorry.” Taehyung hands were already high in the air, emphasizing his apology by the pinkness of his palms. He was not that obvious to not understand the quiet sniffing and Jimin’s raw bitten bottom lip meant he was crying. And while he knew Jimin hated drowning in his misery alone, Taehyung thought he was probably the last person Jimin wanted to see right now.
He turned around, feeling how his sock twisted on the bottom of his heel, bowing his head in shame at what their friendship had become, however, a familiar bag that looked to be thrown carelessly by the leg of the desk caused him to freeze. His arms were still pulling the bottom of his pyjama top up, revealing the hem of his underwear above his sweatpants, when he turned back to face Jimin stretching for his phone on the bedside table.
“What are you doing here?” He pulled an eyebrow up, recognising Jungkook’s Bluetooth speakers that he liked to carry around, placed all around the room and an empty camera case hanging from the handle of the wardrobe by the strap and pulling the door open.
The bottom of Jimin’s phone, crushed in his fist, was pressing against his hip when he stood up, as if he didn’t want to stay any longer. “I should go,” his voice was trembling the same as his knees he was bending to walk past Taehyung.
It was right then and there when Jimin’s left hand, sizing up the device so their bodies wouldn’t have to touch, swished past him that Taehyung had decided. He had never been like his grandma, believing in faith and reading too much into innocent signs, but as Jimin tripped over the bag Taehyung left thrown on the floor of Jungkook’s hotel room before going for dinner, he could no longer see Jimin’s tears dried on the pillow as a coincidence. Taehyung suddenly felt glad Jungkook’s shoulder had the best bones to cry on, even if on another day, jealousy would be felt tensing his muscles.
“Jimin, wait!” Taehyung breathed out sharply, his legs were already spinning him around. Looking at Jimin’s back, he stretched his arms in front of his chest, feeling the thick air around his fingers while he continued to bend them as if the movement could pull Jimin into his arms.
Jimin didn’t turn, but he wasn’t trying to escape anymore either. By the light shifting of the collar of his T-shirt from left to right across his shoulders, Taehyung could guess he was playing with its hem. Bowing his head until a hump above his neck wasn’t showing between strands of his hair, a breath seemed to get caged in his throat. “Yeah?” he couldn’t hide the surprise behind his whisper.
Maybe the room could sense the seriousness of the situation, so it tried to keep its always there buzz to a minimum, or Taehyung wasn’t aware of how attentive he had become.
“I...” he began swiftly, saliva bubbling the future words, only to gulp down. He often felt like he needed a manual on how to navigate through life. How to wake up just moments before his alarm went off so the furious beeping wasn’t present in his ears until late noon. How to find the right balance between the food he ate and the energy he gave away. When to put on a smile, let out a laugh, scream in frustration, or shed some tears. And most importantly, how to ask for forgiveness when the weight of his mistakes became too much for him to bear alone.
“I am sorry, ”as he hung his head in shame with his arms falling helplessly at his sides, Taehyung whispered an apology.
Jimin remained silent, his blue T-shirt highlighting the sharp angles of his shoulder blades. The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were hurtling towards Taehyung at great speed, cutting off any thoughts of escape. He swallowed hard, feeling guilt scratching at his throat.
“You’re sorry?” disbelief was slipping past Jimin’s tongue like venom, poisoning Taehyung’s blood, running through his veins with quickly dissolving naivety. “Taehyung, I thought we say everything to each other. We promised to not keep secrets after what had happened last year. And yet-” Jimin’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears he tried to blink away. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers and shook his head before speaking again, sticking out his tongue between his teeth like he needed to push out all the weight on his soul. Taehyung realised that maybe their friendship wasn't as fragile as it seemed, and that Jimin had been carrying some of the burden himself. "I thought you needed time," Jimin continued, voice strained. "I thought you weren't ready to talk about what happened that night or that hyung had forbidden you from telling anyone. But then I found out Jin hyung knows more about you than I do." Taehyung winced, hearing echoes of broken promises that tortured Jimin every day as he looked at Taehyung's face full of lies. He was too humble to point fingers at Taehyung, but too proud to continue walking down a path they had paved with pillars of the shared opinions.
“Jimin, I...,’ Taehyung took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words, ‘I screwed up, okay? I messed up so badly, and I didn't know how to face you. I was scared, Jimin, scared that if I told you the tru-”
"You think hiding it from me would hurt any less?” Jimin's voice suddenly rose in anger, no longer a hushed frustration but a loud roar of blame. “That finding out from someone else,’ he gestured wildly with one hand behind himself, pointing at no one and everyone at the same time, ‘would somehow be easier to handle? Taehyung, we promised each other.”
“I know,” Taehyung's voice was strained, his emotions threatening to spill over if didn't bite his tongue soon. But he couldn't care less, if the flood had destroyed the mask the fear was offering for free for Jimin to see, he would let himself drown, even without guarantee Jimin would again fight the waves for him. “I know we did, and I can’t explain why I did what I did back then. It was...’ Jin’s words suddenly pushed from his memory, ‘dumb, careless, dangerous. I never meant to hurt you.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he took a shaky step closer, watching his leg trembling indecisively but with desperation to bridge the distance he could feel only growing between them. However, Jimin turned away, burying him under the surface of cold water with wooden planks and splints.
Taehyung took notice of the conflict screwing the muscles of Jimin’s face before his hair hid his eyes. “But you did hurt me, Taehyung. You left me alone, wondering where you were, what happened. You can’t just disappear like that without a word. I was worried sick. And then...” Jimin's hands balled up into tight fists, a clear sign of an attempt to restrain the betrayal washing over him. “Seeing you with Jungkook... it felt like a punch in the gut.”
Taehyung's hand trembled as he reached out, his fingers hovering in the air before finally brushing against Jimin's shoulder. His eyes were hopeless, avoiding the pain in Jimin's gaze. “I am sorry,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, but with each repetition, his words grew in meaning. “With you, with us.” Yet, when he looked back up at Jimin, there was desperation fighting back. “I should've talked to you, explained everything. I was just too scared.”
Jimin’s shoulders tensed under Taehyung’s touch, but he didn't pull away. Jimin finally turned to face him, tears glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry for what?’ he asked, ‘For pushing me away? For not talking to me? Scared of losing me? Because, Taehyung, you're doing a pretty good job of that on your own.”
“I regret it every day,” Taehyung hurried to explain, his own eyes mirroring the pain in Jimin’s.
Silence sat heavily between them. It left a bitter taste in their mouths, the aftermath of an argument. It could be broken only by the sound of Jimin’s heavy sigh, “Taehyung, I need time,’ he said slowly, ‘You think saying sorry will make everything okay? Do you think it erases all those weeks you ignored and lied to me?”
With a final glance at Taehyung, Jimin turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing alone in the room lit only by the lamp on Jungkook's nightstand table.
“Fuck.” Taehyung sank to the ground, bringing his knees to his chest, only his arms didn't feel strong enough to hold them in the pose he felt the most miserable in until Jungkook didn't return to his room an hour later, mumbling something about bad camera's quality. Taehyung raised his head, he could barely see the figure leaning towards his curled self through the swollen skin of his puffy eyes pushing into his vision. Jungkook squatted down, combing his fingers through Taehyung's hair.
“Hey,’ Jungkook whispered gently, ‘What happened? Are you okay?” his voice soothing but cautious at the same time, wrapping Taehyung with support and understanding for whatever would come.
With a sniffle, Taehyung's lips wobbled, “I just... I don't want to lose him, Kookie. He’s my best friend,” Taehyung exhaled a shaky breath, the weight of his mistakes still heavy on his shoulders.
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Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s hand, tickling his side or belly when he shifted in his sleep, off his body. It joined the crumpled blanket, the only divider between their heats, on the mattress. Sizing the fabric in his fingers, Jungkook’s breathing became more laboured, perhaps he could sense the absence of Taehyung’s skin under his palm even in his sleep. Maybe he could still feel the phantom of his dreams, but Taehyung let himself wonder if Jungkook ever returned to their shared memories behind his closed eyelids.
Looking at the wrinkles pulling his eyebrows together, Taehyung thought Jungkook was going to wake up, but then he cleared his throat and his forehead smoothened again. Turning on his other side, he brought the blanket over his torso.
Taehyung pushed his chin up, boring his head into the pillow squashed against the headboard until he couldn’t feel the protesting strain, he let the unknown sounds of the hotel, sleeping but being awake simultaneously, lure him back to the kingdom of no worries.
Taehyung sometimes became fleshly in the fantasies his mind was making; he was more than a feeless observer sensing everything physical through the memories of his awake self. Just as the handle of tonight’s promises came into contact with his hand, a sound from the outside world made everything disappear.
Hobi hyung, thought Taehyung wearily, listening to the steps creaking where the rug was too short from the next room. He recognised the rhythm of Hoseok's stride, the way his left foot dragged slightly and his right foot landed with a soft thud. It was a sound that Taehyung knew too well, having spent countless hours dancing in the same practice room.
He suddenly remembered Hoseok asked him to look for shaving cream. With a sigh, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed his upper body up. He faintly remembered the schedule looming over their early morning and knew Hoseok would not stick his head out of their room until his cheek would not be baby-smooth again.
As he pushed open the bathroom door, a faint scent of lavender mingled with the steam from the shower they had taken together, wrapping him in an atmosphere of peacefulness.
The room itself was flawlessly organized, every item was placed carefully just as Jungkook preferred it. Toothbrushes stood upright in a holder on the sink counter, their bristles pristine and untouched. A stack of neatly folded towels lined the shelf next to the shower, each one folded into a crease-less tower. The clothes he had nearly ripped from Jungkook's body earlier were hanging over the ladder radiator next to the socks Taehyung recognised as his.
Taehyung glanced around the bathroom, his eyes landing on a bag sitting next to the sink counter between the plastic tube of soap and a razor. It was a small plain white cosmetic bag. Even if Jungkook was a simple man, Taehyung thought it didn't look like one he would use.
The material felt smooth and sturdy under his fingertips as he hurried to unzip it. Rummaging through a variety of skin products; bottles of toner, moisturizer, and face masks - their labels gleaming under the soft bathroom light, all of sudden, his eyes widened and a crimson red spread across his cheeks. Nestled within the bag were condoms and a bottle of lube.
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☻ 🎧 𓈃 ꔫ Rainy Days @j2sngs
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BTS FIC RECS
a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓
KIM SEOKJIN
TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut
After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?
WITH YOU - @yoonpobs
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent
marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
UNTITLED - @eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent
"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"
LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*
MIN YOONGI
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist
NO MORE - @gyukult
series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship
yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’
VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw
series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship
You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.
CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au
Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.
BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au
welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?
THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
the proposal doesn’t go as planned
BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs
series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers
sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?
VEGAS BABY - @chimivx
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au
A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }
JUNG HOSEOK
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, parent
Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?
AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au
Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...
KIM NAMJOON
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
UNTITLED - @/eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au
dad!joon
ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon
drabble, angst, est relationship
Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.
ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess
oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship
you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.
PARK JIMIN
ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey
oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au
When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?
MASK ON - @herherteartear
series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au
blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
KIM TAEHYUNG
MINI ME - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au
Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?
WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk
oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers
"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."
ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school
All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope
oneshot, angst, idol au
"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"
JEON JUNGKOOK
UNTITLED - @onlyswan
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.
ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au
You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.
17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates
oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au
one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.
HOME - @bonny-kookoo
oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au
Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
want recs for other groups? check out my navigation → here!
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Always, Us (Suchwita)
Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!
Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au
Word Count: 1506 M.list
‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.
‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.
‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’
‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’
‘Sure if you say so.’
‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.
‘You wanna play that game?’ You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.
‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.
‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.
‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.
‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.
‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.
‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.
‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.
‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.
‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.
‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.
‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?
‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.
‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’
‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.
‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’
‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.
‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’
‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.
‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...
‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.
You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.
‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.
The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....
‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.
‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.
‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.
‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.
‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.
‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.
‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.
‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.
‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.
‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’ You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.
‘Ah yeah. That...’
‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.
‘Do you want me to?’
‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...
And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.
You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.
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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!
i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented
Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3
Namjoon:
• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.
• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard
• Always in touch when the other is away.
• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter
• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night
• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.
• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc
Jin:
• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.
• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.
• Goes on live wearing your merch
• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.
• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)
• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%
Yoongi:
• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano
• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with
• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans
• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.
• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen
Hobi:
• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.
• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.
• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do
• Cameos in each others MVs
• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.
• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails
• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.
• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao
Jimin:
• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.
• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off
• Duet video covers that you beg him to do
• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together
• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.
• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks
• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself
• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph
Taehyung:
• Cameos in each others projects/MVs
• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy
LFMAO.
• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer
• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)
• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.
• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.
• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship
• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked
Jungkook:
• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game
• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.
• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down
• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane
• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)
• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond
• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.
• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them
• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes
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Accidental Announcement
Taehyung x Idol Reader
Summary: You and Tae’s relationship is revealed to his members in an unplanned, slightly
awkward way.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: suggestive, like one swear, Tae refers to reader as his girlfriend,
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who sent both of these requests! I decided to combine them
into the same piece, I hope that’s okay. Idk why, but it’s funny to me that I went from not really
knowing much about Idol AUs, to having several ongoing series’ of them on this blog!
Masterlist
Requests are open
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The backstage area of the music show was always so crowded and noisy that it made it easy
for Tae to slip up beside you without anyone really paying attention, catching your hand in his
before leaning in closer than nessary to mumble lowly in your ear.
“I’ve got a room to myself tonight, do you want to come over?”
“What exactly are you suggesting?” You asked, casting a sidelong glance at him, a smirk
playing at the corners of your mouth.
“Whatever you want.” He replied, slipping a keycard into your hand smoothly before going back
to find his members.
You were a bit surprised by his brazeness of the action, the past few weeks apart while traveling
with your respective groups having apparently made him a little more needy than usual, though
you couldn’t say you minded.
It wasn’t uncommon for you and Tae to slip off to each others rooms when you found out you
were staying at the same hotel, but it was usually brief since there was the constant risk of one
of the members walking in on you, due to having to share rooms all the time. But having a solo
room meant there was no such threat for once.
You slipped down to his room after he texted that the coast was clear, spending a relatively quiet
evening together before getting ready for bed, borrowing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, having
conveniently ‘forgotten’ to bring your own pj’s with you.
As you wandered back out of the bathroom, you noticed Tae very engrosed in whatever it was
that he was watching on his phone.
Out of curiosity, you snuck up behind him and peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at
his phone, surprised to see yourself, winking at the camera as you danced earlier that night
during the music show.
“Are you watching fan edits of me?!” You squealed, making him jump and drop his phone, which
you were quick to snatch up to get a better look.
“Ya! That was just in my recomendations! Give it back!” He jumped to his feet, chasing you
round the bed, but you were too quick, darting across the mattress to save yourself from a full
body tackle. You tried to make a dash for the bathroom, but were to slow, as he managed to
grab hold of your arm and spin you so you were pinned between him and the front door.
“Give me that!” He giggled breathlessly as he wrangled his phone out of your grip.
“I can’t believe it, you’re such a fanboy!” You laughed, equally out breath, choosing to wrap your
arms around his neck both for support and to pull him down to your eye level.
“Only because you’re so cute.” He cooed, catching your lips in a teasing kiss, trailing his hands
up your sides slowly and making you squirm against him, momentarily lost in the feel of each other that you didn’t hear the sound of his door knob
turning.
“Taehyung, do you know where- Yi-ash!” Before either of you could react, the door had opened,
resulting in you and Tae falling out into the hallway, landing squarely at Jin’s feet in pile of limbs.
For a moment, you all froze, staring wide-eyed at each other in shock.
“Hyung, I-” Tae started.
“What was tha- whoa.” The door to the room next to Tae’s opened, revealing Jungkook and
Jimin now peering out, equally shocked. “Y/n?”
“Hi, guys.” You said awkwardly, hyper aware of how compromising your current position looked.
“Uh, Tae, can I get up?” You whispered, snapping you boyfriend out of his daze.
“Yeah, sorry!”
“What’s going on?” Jin asked as Tae scrambled to his feet and helped you up.
“Nothing! We were just-”
“Does Namjoon know about this?” Jungkook asked.
“Know about what?”
“Oh, for shit’s sake!” Tae whipped around to face the leader and Hobi, who had just exited the
elevator, trying to hide you behind his back, as if that was going to help anything at this point.
“What is with all the noise?” Yoongi opened his door, blinking tiredly at the sight of everyone
standing in the hall for several long seconds before wordlessly closing the door again, deciding
against involving himself in whatever scene was unfolding right now.
“What’s going on?” Joon asked, glancing around at his members, eyes widening slightly as he
spotted you, wearing one of Tae’s t-shirts and wishing to dissolve into the wallpaper. “Y/n?-”
“Y/n’s my girlfriend.” Tae blurted out loudly, causing everyone’s attention to whip to him,
including yours. ”We’re dating, but I haven’t told the company yet.”
There was another pause as that information sank in, before Junkook spoke again, breaking the
silence.
“Way to go, hyung.” He grinned at you and Tae.
“Yeah, good for you guys.” Jimin agreed, shooting you both a thumbs up.
“You’re not mad?” Tae asked, glancing at everyone nervously.
“Why would we be mad? So long as you’re careful, It’s your life.” Hobi said encourangingly.
“Yeah, I mean, I would’ve rather not have found out by catching you two doing that-” Jin said.
“We weren’t doing anything!” Tae exclaimed.
“Tell that to the hickey on you neck.” Jimin chirpped, dissolving into giggles as Tae clapped a
hand to his neck in alarm.
“Okay, um, we can talk about this later, can everyone just please go back to your rooms before
one of the staff shows up?” Joon said quickly, herding the two younger members back into their
room.
“Be safe, you two!” Jungkook called, closing the door before Tae could snap back at him.
“Thank you, hyung.” Tae said to Namjoon.
“Don’t worry about it, man, we’ll talk later.” Joon replied, patting Tae on the shoulder before
nodding to you. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” You said, catching Tae’s hand before making your way back to his room.
“Oh, hyung?” Tae leaned back out into the hall to address Jin. “What was it you came to ask
me?”
The eldest member blinked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t even remember.”
Tae nodded. “Alright then, goodnight.” He closed the door firmly, making sure both locks were
engaged before slumping against it with a groan.
“Well, that’s not how I planned for that to go.” He said, rubbing his face tiredly.
“What? Telling you bandmates about us, or asking me to be your girlfriend?” You asked, leaning
against the dresser as you studied him.
“Both.” He admitted, looking at you apologetically. “I am so, so sorry.”
You shrugged. “At least it was just them and not your manager.”
He nodded before slowly straightening and coming to stand in front of you. “Will you let me fix
one of my missteps from tonight?”
“Depends which one it is.” You said, smirking up at him.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, staring down at you solomly.
“Hmm.” You pretended to mull it over. “I guess.”
“You guess?!” He balked, making you laugh.
“Yes, you goof, I will.” You relented, wraping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.
“Good, I don’t think my heart could take any more surprises tonight.” He mumbled against your
mouth.
“Plus, the guys would be upset.”
“The guys?” He raised a brow at you before hoisting you up and dropping you on the bed. “I
don’t want to hear about ‘the guys’ again for the rest of the night.” He grumbled, climbing to
hover over you.
“Are you possesive now?” You asked, grinning up at him.
“You’re gonna find out.”
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Just Mine - 1
The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable
Pairing: Duke!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Princess!Reader
Warnings: JEALOUSY(for now that's it)
“Princess, I think it is a bad idea” Your maid more of a best friend said as she gets scared of your plan to sneak up to the strawberry farm. You, you are the one and only princess of the kingdom of Anotle. You are the most adored and cherished kid of the royal family. You are the only girl among the seven kids of the king and most loved by both the king and her six elder brothers. Everyone in the kingdom loved you and not only the kingdom but also other kingdoms, many princes already had an eye on you but you were bounded to be with him and no one in the seven kingdoms dared to mess with him. Despite being a princess, you still had restrictions but loved to disobey and today was one of those days. You were not allowed to go to the strawberry farm since the last time you did, you suffered a long-time fever but you were blinded by the love of strawberries. Your maid/friend, Arial was scared of your disobedience but you care about anything. You both slowly walked through the hallway, making sure no one knew you were sneaking to the farm but froze on the spot when you heard him “What are you doing here, Yn?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You swiftly turned around as your eyes came in contact with his chocolate brown eyes “T-Taehyung” You shuttered while playing with your fingers “I asked you something, Yn” He said while raising his eyebrow making him look more handsome than he already is. “I-I was going-am, I was going to the library!” You shuttered in confusion before suddenly screaming out(not too loud though) “Library is in the opposite way of where you are going princess” He said in his usual cold voice. You bite your lips before cursing your dumb brain. You were left speechless as you bit your lips, thinking of a solution but Taehyung’s loud sign brought you back “Miss Arial, you can go, I’ll lead princess Yn to the library” Your eyes widened as your head moved immediately to her, eyes signalling her to deny but who are you kidding, except the royal family and the god himself, no one dared to deny Duke Kim’s order. “As you say, Duke Kim” without missing a beat, Arial obeyed his order and said sorry to you through her eyes. “Let’s go, Yn” Taehyung said as he forwarded his hand to you. You let him wrap his hand around yours as he pulls you towards him before letting his hand wrap around your waist.
You both walked through the hallway until you reached the library. Taehyung pushed the door open and you both walked in to see one of your older brothers with a few books in hand "Namjoon oppa!" You exclaimed. He smiled at you and Taehyung before saying “I was about to call you both” You looked at him as you tilt your head in confusion before you could say anything Taehyung asked, “What is it, hyung?” Namjoon looked at him before saying “Father is organising a royal ball tomorrow and your both’s presence is a must” You gasped as you realised “But I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow” You pouted. Taehyung creased your waist as he says “Don’t worry Yn, I’ll order a dress of your choice for you” He looks deep into your eyes making you blush as you looked away from him. Namjoon chuckles at you both before saying “I shall leave you both alone now” Namjoon walks out before kissing your cheek making you giggle. You looked at Taehyung only to know that he was already staring at you. You turned away from him before walking to a shelf to look for some books because the original plan failed. You tried to pull a book of your choice from a high shelf but another hand was placed over your as your back was pinned against your chest “You don’t need to act princess” Taehyung bends before whispering against your ear. Your body shivers as you hear your name coming from his mouth. Taehyung’s hand moves and grips your waist before pulling you more to him “Don’t go near the strawberry farm, it’s just for your health. Got that?” Your toes curl as he whispers in your ear. You nodded, feeling the loss of words due to closeness “Words princess, I want words” He says as his hand moves upwards and creases your covered skin, just below your breast “Y-yes, Duke” You breathed “Good” He said before moving away from you. He gave you your book and said “I’ll leave you alone for your time princess, I’ll go and prepare all the necessaries for tomorrow” Without waiting for your reply, he walked away. You stood at your place, clenching the book as you breathed while clenching your legs.
——On The Ball Day—————
“Princess, do you want me to braid your hair or keep it open?” Arial asked as she brushed your hair “I’ll like to keep it open” You smiled at her. She brushed your hair as you sat straight while the other maid did your makeup. Your back ached from sitting so long but you had to look prettiest since you were the princess of the strongest kingdom. “All done princess” Arial smiles as she helps you stand up and fixes your dress “Duke Kim would be speechless after seeing you” She said while giggling making you blush. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you eyed yourself. The blueish-white gown with a golden embroidered waist as ends of the gown sat comfortably on the floor. You picked the crown that you were given by your mother when you were born and placed it on your head “I think we should go now” “Sure princess” Arial said as she bows to you before following you.
As you reached the hall, everyone’s attention was turned to you. You smiled at everyone as you walked down the stairs. As you walked a few steps down, a very known hand was pushed in front of you. You looked at Taehyung and blushed before placing your hand in his’s as he wraps his fingers around it as he helps you walk downstairs. You reached the last step as taehyung wraps his free hand around your waist before walking you to your parents. You hugged both your parents before taking your place beside Taehyung. “You look so pretty, my daughter” Your mother said making you smile “She grew up so quickly” Your father said as he eyed you emotionally making you look at him with softness “Appa” You whispered as you hugged him “Aww, look at the father-daughter duo, they don’t care for us” You brother Hoseok said with a pout while the other five brothers nodded “She doesn’t love us anymore” Your another brother, Jungkook said as he sulked “Oppa, you know it’s not true” You denied with a smile making your oldest brother huff “I still don’t get my hug” He pouted making you look at him “Oppa, you are too old to act childish” “Yah!” He screamed making all of you laugh “Come here all of you” You spread your arms as all six of them came to you and you all did a tight group hug. “Ok, now take your seats, I have an announcement before we start” Your father said as you all obeyed. You sat on your seat which was in front of Taehyung. Either side of you sat your brothers making you feel comfortable but in front of you, Taehyung sat surrounded by unknown women making you jealous but you remained silent. “Thank you, everyone, for your presence here” Your father started “Today, I have organised this ball as a celebration of an upcoming announcement” Your father looked at you while smiling before saying “Today, I, the king of Anotle announce my daughter’s marriage with one and only Duke Kim” Everyone clapped at the fruitful announcement making you blush “One week from today, the marriage will be held and I invite you all, please show your blessings to the to-be-husband-wife” You didn’t dare to lift your head cause you knew everyone must be looking at you
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Throughout the dinner, you didn’t look up from the table as you felt too shy. You could feel Taehyung’s stare at you making you feel giggly. “Princess” You looked at the voice as you see the prince of Xylem, Kiven. “Prince Kiven” You smiled at him. He took your hand in his before placing a kiss on its back. You were not fond of someone kissing your hand except your family or Taehyung but you ignored it “Princess if you don’t mind, may I have a dance with you?” You wanted to deny but the image of Taehyung sitting with women made you agree. You walked down to the centre of the hall as Kevin placed his hand on your waist, you wrapped your hand around his shoulder while his free hand held yours. “How do you feel princess? You are going to get married” He said as he grips your waist tighter “W-what do you m-mean, prince?” You shuttered, taken back at his words “I mean, you are getting married to the well-known Duke” He smirked “I mean, every woman here wants to be in your place and can do anything for him. I think you know that already” He said as he smiled viciously. You gulped visibly “You don’t deserve a man like him, princess” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you near him “You need a man who will take care of you, hold you and……pleasure you” He said as he placed his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent “Just like me” He whispered as he licked your neck. Your eyes suddenly came in contact with Taehyung’s.
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My love😍🐈⬛
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Dói 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟 você ✦ ۫ 𝓜as eu ainda 𝗍͟𝖾͟ 𝖺͟𝗆͟𝗈.
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
!!! CHAPTER 3
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ
↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.
↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ
↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook
↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character
↝ straight namjoon
↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin
↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ
↝ mature 18+
↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation
ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ
↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective,
↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016
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ʀɪꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Taehyung looked up from his bowl where his spoon was drowning the Chocolate Rings in the cold milk rather than scooping it up, when he heard the lazy steps dragging across the floor.
He and Jin’s pink apron tied up behind the man’s small waist, were the only ones yawning in the kitchen while the rain was drawing shadows on their faces before the powerful thunderbolt didn’t mark Taehyung’s frightened soul on the opposite wall.
“Morning,” grunted Hoseok and rubbed his right eye, smearing the mascara he forgot to wipe clean yesterday's night before going to bed. Although, looking at his pale frowning face, in Taehyung’s opinion, the black shadow could pretend to be a dark circle from not enough sleep without too much suspicion.
Taehyung’s mouth opened to push out the greet but it proved to be difficult to find his voice after not using it to fight the monsters in his dreams even in real life. So, instead a tired smile spread on his lips, dipping a dimple above his left cheek and he nodded shortly, sighing when Hoseok’s hand patted his back and squeezed his shoulder for support.
“Smells good,” Hoseok’s hoarse morning voice made an appearance again and this time Seokjin spun around on his heels quickly, facing his dongseangs with the raised spatula and a surprise lifting up his eyebrows.
“Hoba,” he breathed out after he recognised the man under his messy haircut and the blanket draped over his body, stomping unsurely behind the empty chair next to Taehyung. If Taehyung had the energy to let go of his spoon providing him the ground, he would pat the vacant seat, it was not like he was waiting for anyone. Jungkook usually wakes up ten minutes before they have to leave, long after their bellies are full and the toothpaste has started to dry around their mouth corners. And Jimin still isn’t talking to him.
So, instead, he just continued to watch the chair, hoping the gesture would be enough.
Most likely he zoned out while running his eyes over the seat cushion tied up to the legs of the chair by the simple strings, because the next time he blinked, the same chair was pulled away, dragged over the floor on its two back legs, and Hoseok sank into the soft pillow with a heavy huff, pushing the chair closer to the edge of the table while boring his heels into the parquets. Just as the back legs met the floor again with a well-known thud, the plate, with the deliciously sizzling bacon in its juices, that Jin was turning on his pan not even a second ago, and a bread, made a loud ringing sound when Hoseok put it down in front of himself, digging into the food right away, seemingly not caring the fatness would wrap over the figure he has been so hard working on.
“Eat well, hyung,” mumbled Taehyung, unexpectedly discovering his voice just behind his teeth.
“Hm?’ Hoseok looked at him mid-bite, the yellow fat was freely dripping down his chin and Taehyung had to look away as his crying stomach started to sing serenades blending with hunger pangs hitting against his abdomen walls, ‘Oh, eat well too, Tae,” responded Hoseok, his gaze fixed on Taehyung’s poor bowl of milk where his favourite Chocolate Rings were so soaked they were the whole two sizes bigger than usually, floating on the white surface and on his spoon.
Taehyung pursed his lips and opened them again in a smack and sent a low, “Thank you,” towards the man sitting next to him, who was too busy in a dreamland of salt and unhealthy food again, while Taehyung continued to fight the betrayers in his path of diet.
They continued in their shared melody of clinging utensils and slurping mouths whilst Jin was stirring the soup in the pot, his hands searching clumsily for spices from time to time, until, all three of them this time, didn’t turn around when another tap tap of slippers fell on their ears.
Leaning against the sofa where Taehyung watched Cha Dohyun on the television going through the emotional character changes the yesterday night, stood Jungkook. With eyes glued by sleep and cheeks puffy from the snores he kept blowing the whole night, he was waving with his arms around himself, preferably trying to grasp onto something that would provide him stable support under his wobbly knees. How he managed to pull the T-shirt over his head, even if the fabric looked wrinkly and loose in some places, and button up his jeans, even if his underwear was showing high above the hem, was a mystery to Taehyung, because despite one sock missing at the second one was inside out, pulled over his foot, he looked more ready than Hoseok whose pyjamas sleeve was showing under the blanket.
Taehyung once again searched for Jungkook’s face, noting the adorable pout pulling on his mouth, but lack of the anger from the previous night, when their eyes met shortly. Instead, he blinked twice, as if wishing him a lovely morning. Taehyung stared at how his eyelashes grazed his cheeks for the second time and a clear tear flew from the delicate hair, falling somewhere on the floor as an invisible drop. Taehyung blinked back, saying, ‘Welcome, love’.
“Jungkookie,” Jin stretched out the last syllable of his name, turning around fully and tilting the pan his hand, in an oven glove, was holding by the handle, until the swell of his bicep didn’t grow, showing the same curled bacon that was on its best way to disappear from Hoseok’s plate.
Taehyung wanted to laugh, but his lungs felt too empty and his abdomen muscles weak, when Jungkook’s nose scrunched up, only this time not from amusement but from disgust as he watched the juices gathering in the dip of the pan. Jungkook shook his head, his knitted eyebrows had never relaxed, and he crossed the imaginary threshold diving into the living room space and their kitchen, accompanied by Jin’s scoff of disbelief.
Taehyung followed the back of Jungkook’s head, chuckling over the state of his hair that he felt a need to ruffle in love and mischief, or comb it with his fingers until it didn’t lay flat and styled against his scalp, or until its scent didn’t linger on Taehyung’s skin.
Jungkook reached out over the kitchen counter where Taehyung left the box of cereals and pulled the package closer to himself. Taehyung waited until he would stand on his toes to open up the cabinets hiding their porcelain or plastic bowls, but instead, Jungkook’s hand disappeared in the box of Taehyung’s favourite Chocolate Rings up to his elbow. He could hear the muffled rattling as the pieces collided with each other or hit the paper walls, and soon after, Jungkook pulled his hand back out, crushing the chocolate cereals in his fist. While Taehyung this time could help the laugh baring his teeth, Jin smacked the back of Jungkook’s neck with the kitchen cloth that usually hung up over the oven, when Jungkook brought the hand to his mouth and stuck it up until his cheeks weren’t so big they could compete against a hamster’s.
“Ow,” moaned Jungkook and looked behind his shoulder with a frown, glaring at the offending cloth still swaying in Jin’s hand, now touching his hip. However, he must have heard Taehyung’s chuckle too, as he ignored the eye roll Jin was eyeing him with and turned his whole body until his backside wasn’t pushing against the handle of the kitchen counter. Jungkook’s eyes were travelling up and down Taehyung’s face, and if Taehyung knew him enough, they were counting his moles. When they finally stopped just a millimetre below his cupid bow, Taehyung gulped, and the action didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook’s gaze. He bit his bottom lip and pulled an eyebrow over his squinting eyes up. Taehyung didn’t know if he was blushing because of the expression or because he knew what was Jungkook thinking about. There wasn’t a day they haven’t started with a sweet good morning peck of their lips, no matter if they woke up with the marks of the same pillows or mattress imprinted on their skin, or if Taehyung hurriedly closed the door of the bathroom where Jungkook was splashing water over his face.
He had to physically stop his leg from bouncing, ready to drag him perhaps in the shadows of the narrow corridor, where he was sure Jungkook would follow him. Only, maybe he was shaking with anticipation and desire just inside, as he stayed seated and calmly watched Jungkook taking step after step until he wasn’t standing behind the chair on the opposite side not only of the table but Taehyung too, all while Hoseok continued to lick his fingers, undisturbed. Taehyung rather avoided Jin’s back moving in front of the stove.
It looked like Jungkook had woken up early today only to pull some surprises from his sleeve for Taehyung. His hands encircled the backrest of the chair, but instead of just sitting on it as Hoseok had done not even ten minutes ago, he lifted it up against his chest; wrapping his arms around the wood until his forearms weren’t touching, as if the weight of the furniture was breaking his back, but Taehyung was sure he was only trying to be funny, and, carrying it around the table, he let the chair fall next to Taehyung’s empty side. Taehyung noticed how the middle of the seat was pushing against the table's leg, making it uncomfortable for whoever sat there. However, Jungkook didn't seem to mind; he barely flinched when his knee hit the hard surface as he settled down.
Strangely enough, or maybe not that much as Taehyung was too lost breathing in the flowery fragrance of Jungkook’s new perfume, while his head started to spin, it was Hoseok who mentioned the new arrangements of their kitchen chairs, “Do you like to watch the rain, Jungkookie?”
“Huh?” the question snapped the tension only Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s eyes were following, sending them both back to reality where the rain’s path and the loud crash of the storm weren’t just a romantic background playing in Taehyung’s mind, but a roaring presence enhancing the guilty of their faces.
Taehyung hid his blushing cheeks in his breakfast, hoping the white of his milk could make the hot redness more faded pink, while trying to ignore Jungkook’s elbow poking his arm every time it slid across the table when the weight of his head resting on the back of his hand became too much.
Hoseok stood up, Taehyung could hear and feel his leaving presence. He lifted up his eyelids and stuck his eyes on Hoseok’s retreating back, coming to a halt just a step before his toes could have tripped over the edge of the rug under the sink, and he placed his plate under the stream of hot water emitting steam and breaking through the grease. Just as he reached for the sponge, Jin placed the spatula and the pan on top of the dirty dishes, prompting Hoseok to groan and Jin to argue back.
Seeming the distraction, Jungkook leaned in, Taehyung’s pulse picked up speed when he felt his breath grazing his neck, and he whispered, “I hoped to find Jin hyung here alone.”
Taehyung could feel his lips pouting and brows frowning. Keeping his gaze on the arguing duo and the shaking pot lid over the bubbling boiling soup, he mumbled back, barely opening his mouth, “Why?”
Jin suddenly noticed the rattling of the pot and he hurried up to turn down the flame before the foam started to spill past the edge, leaving Hoseok who seemed to be occupied by the tiny letters on the wet sticker placed over the dishwasher, alone by the sink. Hoseok turned around to place the bottle under the bright light, and when his eyes fell on Jungkook, the boy stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers around Taehyung’s spoon. Soon his favourite Chocolate Rings were swimming in their dissolved mushy state inside Jungkook’s mouth.
Hoseok turned back around and as soon as the faucet squeaked before the water began to fall again, Jungkook ripped the spoon out from the bite of his teeth and let it drown in Taehyung’s bowl. “I wanted to talk to him if we could see Hyungu-ssi,” he muttered with a voice still thick with milk, before he stuck out his tongue and his face twisted in a grimace. “Gross.”
Taehyung’s eyes bulged in disbelief and his jaw dropped open in shock as a gasp escaped his mouth without warning. He quickly slapped one hand over it in shame.
Taehyung was almost too astonished to speak, trying unsuccessfully to process the fact that Jungkook had suddenly changed his mind and agreed to seek others' help when he stormed out of the living room with a fume leaving his nostrils before Cha Dohyun's inner monologue could have come to a resolution. Hadn't he been so strongly against the idea just a night ago?
“What has changed?” Taehyung spoke his mind aloud, a part of him couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Jungkook took a breath in and turned his head to face him, before he sighed, “I hate to fight with you.”
While it wasn’t anywhere close to ‘I was wrong, you were right, I am sorry’ and his stubbornness was most likely kept dormant for the time being, the raw emotion in Jungkook’s eyes still seemed to pierce through Taehyung’s upset soul with honesty and affection. It melted Taehyung’s barriers and showed him a new perspective on how to approach the situation.
“Only if you want.” Taehyung dared to reach out his hand and caress the bumps of Jungkook’s knuckles, despite the danger that had taken the form of their sleepy bandmate battling against his worst enemy, the dirt.
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A palm slammed against the flat button of the radio, repeating the tones of the same song for the whole day, and Taehyung’s eyes snapped open, breaking from the concentration that was trying to combine the memorized steps with the right counting, he found his own self staring at him from the glass of the wall-length mirror. He didn’t notice when his eyes had closed, but it was nothing uncommon for him, when he was focusing hard on his steps, trying to eliminate all the possible distractions, where his own body moving in the mirror was definitely one.
He looked above his shoulder, his knees were still bent in mid-step, while his hands posing in front of his face started to shake, and his sight fell on the man behind him, standing by the small, square table on its short legs, pressing on the springy disc tray with his fingers until it didn’t bounce open, revealing the still spinning CD inside. Taehyung’s eyebrow raised up.
“Taehyung-ah,’ sighed Hoseok as his gaze ran between the slowing-down disc and Taehyung’s figure trembling on his legs, ‘I know you want to get it done but it is getting late,” he reasoned and lifted his hand again to pick up the CD. He held it between his thumb and middle finger, high in the air, squinting if he saw some scratches on the shiny surface between the rainbow the light had drawn there, before he pushed it inside the case with a soft clicking sound.
Taehyung's arms drooped to his sides, hanging there limply, and he started to feel the full effects of standing still for so long. His knees quivered, his energy draining, yet he refused to surrender and collapse into himself. Despite the heavy exhaustion that was quickly settling, all the mental fantasies of allowing his spasming calves and tensed tights to relax in one long exhale, had to be put on hold.
“Hyung,’ he dragged his legs towards where Hoseok was standing, closing his eyes when the impact of his foot hitting the floor broke one blister filling with liquid at the bottom of his sole, ‘you can go home, you look,’ he pulled an eyebrow up at the hollowness of Hoseok’s cheeks, ‘pretty hungry, but me, I need to do this,” his hand reached out and took the clear plastic box from Hoseok’s loose fingers. “I swear I am almost there!” his voice jumped and danced over the tones of encouragement while he shook the CD case in front of Hoseok’s eyes, trying to come off enthusiastically, despite his dropping mouth corners and tiredness that made his eyes look rather dull.
The truth was, he knew he had already won by the time he refused to call it a day, regardless of the dropping bodies and hands packing up the bags around him. And Hoseok's attempt to talk him out of it was no more than an act of politeness. He would say the shake of the head was anticipated. They all knew in their hearts what they were doing was wrong, pushing their bodies mercilessly towards their limits. But what could they do when the simple praise and the mere approval felt like it was worth all the torment and collapse?
Hoseok sighed, looking at Taehyung through the see-through case. His fingers wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist and travelled lower towards his palm until they weren’t covering the entire surface of the flat plastic box. He took the CD out, watching it for imperfection out of habit in the brightest light, before he put it inside the player.
“Just... don’t be here for too long,” he let the air out, speaking out yet another gesture of politeness.
“I won’t,” Taehyung nodded a promise and a big relief sent his heart towards the calmer journey against his ribcage when Hoseok turned on a heel, facing the door. The tips of his shoes stopped a centimetre before the gap above the threshold and he threw the last glance behind his shoulder. Taehyung quickly drew a smile on his lips and raised his thumbs, the tips of his fingers, pointing up, perfectly copying the way his lips corners were raising his cheeks. Hoseok placed his hands on the handle and with one slight push, the door opened, revealing the dimly, compared to the practice room, lit hallway and Jungkook, leaning against the surface, who as soon as the door creaked in the hinges, jumped away, nearly hitting the opposite wall, and his cheeks flushed a deep red.
Looking at Jungkook’s guilty blushing face, the way his gaze fell from the surprised Hoseok standing with hands high above his body and Taehyung, whose finger was hovering above the radio button, Taehyung felt a need to put his face in his palms and shake his head. “Jungko-”
“Hyung, I, uh,’ Jungkook blinked and quickly looked straight at Hoseok, ‘I was just... um,’ he scratched the back of his neck before his eyes grew wide with a sparkle of an idea, ‘checking if I left my phone here, you know?” as he stammered through his explanation, Hoseok's gaze fell to his second hand that was trembling by his tight. Taehyung heard himself groan and his fingers touched the sides of his head, pushing on the skin until it didn’t wrinkle in the middle.
Both of them noticed a small, rectangular device peeking out from behind Jungkook's slender fingers. The realization must have dawned on Hoseok as he observed the phone's screen faintly glowing around Jungkook’s shoes.
Hoseok couldn't help but raise an amused eyebrow as he caught Jungkook red-handed. He glanced at the phone, then back at Jungkook, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was evident that Jungkook's excuse about searching for his phone had crumbled under the weight of his own excuses and lies.
He decided to play along for a moment, his tone teasing yet kind, “Jungkook-ah,’ Hoseok said, his voice laced with amusement, ‘I think I found your phone,” with a barely contained chuckle, he nodded toward the device, still hidden in Jungkook's shaking hand, watching with satisfaction how his face turned an even deeper shade of red. Then he took one step towards the embarrassed boy, patted his chest and disappeared behind the barrier of the opened door.
Taehyung could hear his retreating steps, slowly fading inside the dead corners of their company building and without taking a single breath, he stared right at Jungkook, whose eyes were following Hoseok's back. Only when Jungkook turned his head, meeting Taehyung's panicked gaze, he pushed from the small table preventing his mortification from spreading not only inside but also outside, visible on his skin, and, hissing with every blister that leaked the liquid, he ran towards Jungkook's figure standing one foot in the hallway and the second inside the studio. He reached for his forearm and pulled him inside, kicking the door close behind their backs.
"Phone?!' he found himself half shouting half whispering, 'Really?" Taehyung tugged at his own hair, tangling up his fingers between the strands, he cried out, "Not only Namjoon hyung, but also Hoseok hyung now?" His head suddenly felt too heavy standing on his neck, he whimpered and leaned forward, finding comfort in the middle of Jungkook's chest, smelling the sweat that seeped through the wool of his T-shirt. As he eyed the never-forgotten device still in Jungkook's hand, his intrusive thoughts whispered to him to throw it against the wall, or maybe the red mark against Jungkook's forehead wouldn't look so bad. He shook his head, clearing his mind.
"Tae hyung,' Jungkook began, letting his sweaty hand fly to the back of Taehyung's neck and he squeezed the soft skin there, 'I don't think hyung knows something," he tried to reassure him, but the strength of his digits boring into Taehyung's muscles felt hardly comforting. Taehyung wriggled away from him.
"Oh, please,' raising a finger in front of Jungkook's mouth 'he definitely does! Haven't you seen how he's been looking at us?" Taehyung rolled his eyes.
"At me,' Jungkook corrected him, placing a palm over his index finger, 'he was looking only at me. You are starting to become paranoid, hyung." Jungkook pursed his lips and as he pushed on the raised finger his palm was slightly touching, it bent with a snap in Taehyung's knuckle, for sure leaving a nail mark in the soft flesh.
"And you are way too chill about it,' scoffed Taehyung, their morning conversation coming in bits back to the front of his memory, 'I thought we were here to talk about it and not argue again," he noted, glancing around the empty practice room. Its quietness and brightness making the emptiness that much more noticeable. It might have been the tension that never seemed to leave or the suspense of what the night might bring that caused Taehyung to feel as if he had never been alone, surrounded by the lengthy mirrors and his reflection.
"Yeah, you are right,' sighed Jungkook, following Taehyung's gaze, 'So, where is Jin hyung?" he asked, yet his tone was lacking curiosity. He set his eyes on the same emptiness that was teasing Taehyung's mind, breaking the clock and spreading around them like forever.
With one sharp inhale, Taehyung felt the air shifting in a blink of an eye. One moment, his hand felt warm under Jungkook's palm and the very next, the same hot palms were tugging at the fabric of his practice T-shirt, pulling it out the hem of his sweatpants, the blunt nails fighting for life to get hold of the weak threads, and with the sound of a tear, Taehyung's mouth opened with a breathy gasp choking the air in his throat when the overpowering heat pressed on his exposed back, seeping through his pores and muscle to his spine. He bent in his waist, opening his shoulders and his head lay back exposing his neck where his Adam's apple was already busy bobbing the throaty whines and moans.
"What are you..." he pushed through the heavy cotton set on his tongue when the wet lips attached over the vein, raising next to his pulsing point.
"The same,' Jungkook sucked the skin in and Taehyung found himself turning off all the alarms, going crazy about how to be careful, when the sharp teeth grazed the sensitive spot, 'Jin hyung is doing. Why else he wouldn't be here?" The tongue licked over the throbbing bite, pressing one kiss after another up Taehyung's neck until the hardness of his jawbone didn't stop him.
"This is not-ah,' Taehyung could feel the blood rushing to his face because of the sound leaving his mouth when the hands massaging his lower back travelled up and, spreading the fingers wide until the thumbs weren't reaching past his sides, they stopped right over his ribcage and pressed under the swell of his chest muscles, 'This is not a competition, Kook-ah," despite his words, his back arched, chest pressing onto the soft balls of Jungkook's fingertips. He enjoyed the feeling of hands moving in circles under his T-shirt more than he should have for someone with arguments, full of logical protests, on his tongue. But even these words left his throat unvoiced as they were gulped down by Jungkook's mouth suddenly over his.
"Kook," sighed Taehyung into the kiss, changing the complaints into the sound of Jungkook's name.
"Tae."
Jungkook's hands stopped moving, they were just resting close to his heart, while Taehyung's mind became blank with anything but the plush lips swelling his own.
However, the excitement, bubbling down in the pit of his stomach, as the simple path of the kiss, the one he could navigate on even with his eyes closed, soon evolved into something else. It was no longer a delicate dance of warmth and softness. He could taste the faint sweetness of Jungkook's lip balm rolling as a wax at the back of his teeth as he bit down on his lips, and feel the warmth of Jungkook's breath against his cheek, pushing out the sounds he had only dreamed to hear. It was like a blend of anticipation and a deep connection, leaving him breathless and wanting more. The kiss turned his blood into the hot fluid of fever, suddenly filling every pathetic cell of his body with awoken passion, rushing into his pliant limbs and leaving him surprisingly needy. Taehyung's eyes grew wide over the realization and his body became painfully aware of the elastic of his sweatpants pressing under his stomach. He blushed deep to the roots of his hair and before Jungkook's hips could have slammed against his, in an innocent effort to get their bodies closer, he put his hands between Jungkook's chest and his.
"Stop," he mumbled, pressing against the muscles under his palms, only to whine in desperation over the strength and sturdiness as Jungkook didn't even budge in a lost balance. "Jungkook, please," he begged more urgently, closing his hands until there weren't his fists pushing the body away from his.
"Why?' breathed out Jungkook and leaned his forehead against Taehyung's, his words were falling in a hot gush of air over Taehyung's parted lips, 'You like it."
Taehyung could feel his whole body freezing. He was close to trembling from the cold as all the heat seeped out from his core as the mortification swirled down the hollow tubes, the burning passion left behind.
He glanced at Jungkook, 'Did he notice?'.
"Yeah, and that is the problem."
Taehyung turned around, his back tensed and curved as if to hide from the world. Jungkook's hands slipped from under his T-shirt, letting it fall over his body again. He hugged himself tightly, rocking on his heels with his head bowed.
"Hyung?"
"Uh, I... um, I am shy. We haven't discussed...' Taehyung could feel himself getting flustered, 'this, yet. And..." he looked around the room again, only this time, the emptiness seemed to be closing in on him. His own pink, sweaty face, peering back from every angle, was reflecting the same fear and embarrassment tingling on his nerves. "We are in public."
"But-"
"Jesus Christ, Jungkook-ah,' exclaimed Taehyung, throwing his hands in the air before he hid the shame behind his fingers, 'I am embarrassed, okay? Can you... let it be?" his voice was bouncing from the walls and shaking the mirrors.
He didn't want to cry, spilling tears from nervousness and shyness was just humiliating. But as his eyelashes brushed past his cheeks, he felt the wetness smearing behind his eyelids. He pressed them tightly together, trying hard to hold back the chaos of his emotions from leaking. He threw his head back, letting the light from the chandelier brighten his skin, the thoughts of gravitation pulling his tears down almost made him laugh.
"Why are you crying?" asked Jungkook bluntly with a hint of panic in his voice. Taehyung could feel his presence hovering somewhere close, only a worry holding him back.
"Nothing,' Taehyung mumbled, 'I don't know, I am stupid," the second wave of embarrassment screwed his muscled together in a grimace while he pulled the moment from his memory out, repeating it over and over again in his mind.
"No."
Taehyung had almost given in, his eyes close to opening so he could see the pout that for sure was pulling on Jungkook's lips. Instead, he just scoffed; of course, Jungkook would disagree with whatever attempt to bring himself down.
"Why are you crying?' pressed Jungkook, 'Did I do something wrong?"
Taehyung groaned. His head fell down with a bounce, his chin nearly hitting his chest, but the muscles at the back of his neck felt too tight.
Taehyung slowly turned towards the boy behind him, showing him his red teary eyes and glowing cheeks of the same colour. "You did nothing wrong,' he spoke to the mole at the tip of his nose, 'I am just overwhelmed, that's it." He allowed himself to glace up to meet the dark eyes running up and down his face as if they were trying to bring together the individual letters of his words and twist them into some other meaning. "Uhh... Why are you like this?"
"Jungkook,' he said firmly, only to wonder where the sudden spurt of confidence was coming from when he was shrinking away the more he spoke, 'I got excited, like too excited. I got,' he pushed his voice down barely above the whisper, 'hard, okay?"
Taehyung couldn't believe what his mouth was speaking, around what confessions his tongue was wrapping around. His fingers found the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it down, stretching the poor fabric over his legs, that used to just slightly touch the top of his pants pockets, until it didn't warn to tear.
He struggled to understand his inner turmoil, he remembered himself in a similar, but oh so different, situation a few months ago, when his unmistakable arousal wasn't a problem. It rather led him on his path of self-exploration and self-discovery. However, with Jungkook, he didn't feel the same eagerness to explore. Instead, he longed to be fully prepared and ready for whatever might unfold between them. The desire to savour the moment and ensure it had taken over the impulsive curiosity that had driven him before. The only problem was, he didn't know what he was doing.
"Yeah, I know," Jungkook said simply, even going as far as stretching his lips into a small smile, his eyes fixed on Taehyung's trembling fingers holding the fabric of his top as if his life depended on it; which, after listening to Jungkook's revelation, might have.
"Someone, just kill me, please," cried out Taehyung, looking up as if he could see there whoever he was begging to.
"Hyung, no, hyung,' Jungkook choked out a laugh, he reached forward, trying to get a hold of Taehyung's arm, but another wave of laughter sent him leaning forward and instead, he placed his hands over his bent knees, 'It's alright. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"What do you mean, of course, there is!" whined Taehyung, the level of the mortification in his blood was increasing with every Jungkook's word, the poison in his organism bringing his decency to his death bed.
"No, hyung, I mean...' Jungkook cleared his throat before continuing, 'I got hard too." At least he had enough shame to blush.
It was the spur of the moment, or perhaps an instinctive reaction. Taehyung couldn’t even blame it on an invisible strength falling on the back of his head and pushing it down against his will, as it dropped, following the movement of his curious eyes, moving with all the consciousness along the creases of Jungkook’s practice T-shirt, watching the loose threads tangling into the chaos at the bottom of his shorts strings and stopped right in the middle where the swell of his crotch was still visible against the fabric. He gulped visibly.
“Are we interrupting?” There was a lack of knock on the door, or maybe Taehyung just didn’t hear it, staring shamelessly at the prominent bulge under the layers.
Taehyung’s eyes snapped up, looking distractedly around himself and above Jungkook’s shoulder, the door from their practice room was pushing against the next wall again.
Jin was standing in the narrow space of the doorway, casually leaning against the smelly metallic frame, with one hand placed under his chin, emphasizing his curiosity, and the second one disappearing behind him in the darkness of the hallway, as the movement-sensitive sensors, casting a light over everyone’s step, were dormant. He tilted his head when Taehyung’s mouth opened, lapping in the emptiness of words.
“We are not too late, are we?”Jin put a confident smile on his lips, shrugging off whatever confused expression Taehyung and Jungkook drew on their faces, and he stepped inside, pulling his boyfriend out of the darkness with him.
As soon as the lamp light fell on Hyungu’s face, the man pursed is lips in something resembling a shy smile, his gaze falling from Jungkook, standing with his back straight as a ruler and hands proudly put on his lips, and Taehyung, who resembled more an animal caught on the headlights. Even his cheeks were shining the same colour as the animal’s coat when the car’s reflectors threw their lights on them on a deserted road. Taehyung couldn’t help but wonder, how much they heard, hitting their ears from behind the door, but judging by the way Hyungu bowed his head in what seemed to be an almost apologetic gesture, Taehyung wished the car’s front could hit him, imprinting the shape of the metallic bars of the car grille into his skull forever.
As Hyungu took one last step and stood right by Jin’s hip, not letting go of his hand, Jungkook cleared his throat, before the stranger man could say something, and looked down at his feet, his timid nature always coming out in front of the people he didn’t know, and Taehyung thought, Hyungu’s intimidating aura wasn’t helping it at all. He remembered his own head screaming at him to find a place to hide when he saw the man for the first time. But the barriers of tensed muscles, not giving off much of his emotions, melted down as soon as the Christmas carols started to play above their head and he took the first sip of his drink. Taehyung liked to return back to that late evening inside the vacant coffee shop from time to time.
“Sneaking out while everyone is watching me, as if they were waiting when will I make a mistake,’ Jin let his words fade in the silence of their breaths, loud, closed between four walls,’ became difficult,’ he continued, his shoulders dropped and Taehyung could sense the weight of trouble taking a toll on him, ‘but,’ a naughty sparkle glistened on the surface of his eyes, ‘it’s fun doing it right under Namjoon’s nose,” he laughed, failing to notice how Hyungu’s timid smile changed into something darker, but Taehyung was watching him, taking in the way his beard jerked as the muscles surrounding his mouth were not strong enough to hold back the sour expression tugging at his lips.
Hyungu turned his head, boring his gaze into Jin’s cheek, however, the younger man’s voice continued to grow hand in hand with his enthusiasm, “His red angry face makes me want to do it every day.”
Watching the sparkle of stubbornness grow into a mocking desire for adventure glowing from Jin’s trembling hands and the shadows darkening on Hyungu’s face, Taehyung felt the time freezing; each word falling from Jin’s tongue and each centimetre Hyungu’s eyebrows crossed to touch his eyelids, seemed to be moving slow, the tension was growing and he could feel the approaching argument.
“It’s all right,’ Taehyung cleared his throat, cutting Jin mid-inhale, ‘Namjoon hyung is the reason we wanted to talk to you tonight anyway,” he said cautiously, catching the pang of disappointment in Hyungu’s eyes, before he masked the embarrassment by gesturing towards Jungkook with his hand.
“Kim Namjoon?’ Hyungu spat the name with all the venom, and if Taehyung didn’t have a suspicion before, he certainly was sure now; locking Hyungu and Namjoon in one room could lead to fatal consequences, ‘Sooki told me,’ he eyed the man beside him, ‘this is a double date. What does he have to do with this?”
Hyungu’s eyes snapped up when he heard a giggle escaping Jungkook’s throat. Taehyung also followed Hyungu’s stare, tilting his head at the boy’s wavy smile and the way his shoulders were moving up and down, while his eyes were running over the room, “Double date?’ Jungkook repeated, ‘How anti-romantic Jin hyung have to be so you wouldn’t become sceptical when he dragged you here?”
“Yah-”
It was the second time this day, and probably also this hour, that Taehyung’s head moved suspiciously close to his palms. “Jungkookie,’ he hissed, his lips barely showing his clenched teeth, ‘you are being rude,” he began but was interrupted by a chuckle.
Taehyung looked up despite the awkwardness he could feel climbing up his neck and tinting his cheeks, only to find Hyungu already waving his hand and his voice jumping with laughter while he spoke, “It’s okay. Jungkook-ssi is actually right,” he shook his head and lifted his arm to hit Jin’s side with his elbow. Taehyung understood it as a playful gesture, so Hyungu’s next words confused him, “Sooki here has a whole book of romantic date ideas for your leader, but nothing for me,” the laughter dying in the hollows of his throat was raising goosebumps on his skin.
Taehyung started to think this was a bad idea. If he listened to Jungkook earlier, he wouldn’t be shifting on his feet nervously while running his eyes over the mirrors leading up to the small windows above them, and counting what would take him less time, jumping towards the door behind Jin’s wide back or climbing the walls to stick out the narrow space. What a bizarre thought. An apology was already on the tip of his tongue, despite not being familiar yet with its words and tones, while Jungkook kept struggling with self-awareness. He thought the sound of a hoarse hyung started to vibrate in the air, pushing in between the awkward tension, but Hyungu was quick to cover the unease, again with a wave of hand.
“I am only joking.”
He wasn’t, Taehyung wasn’t sure how he could tell, because Hyungu’s facial muscles looked soft and relaxed and a laugh was still bobbing by his Adam’s apple, it was the loudest sound cutting through what Taehyung understood as a nervous grinding of Jin’s teeth as the not so subtle meaning of his boyfriend’s words gnawed on him.
“So what about Kim Namjoon?” asked Hyungu again after the silence spread even into the darkest corner of the practice room.
Even if he his gaze was falling from Taehyung to Jungkook, Taehyung couldn’t not notice how his eyes kept returning to him sooner than he could blink in the ghost of Jungkook’s shyness. His stare lingering on his body felt weighty and he felt a need to say, to do something.
He noticed how they all were still standing, surrounded by the muddy footsteps on the shiny laminate on one side and the black lines of smudged scuffs on the other. He glanced towards the office chairs stuck one on the other, forming a wobbly tower, pushed to the wall with the polished whiteboard where the chaotic scheme of their dance routine was marked.
He motioned to the unstable tower, wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist and pulled him towards it, staying a step behind his back, saying, “We think he might know about Jungkookie and I,’ and before Hyungu could lift an eyebrow or before Jin’s tired sigh could resonate within his soul, he continued, taking a chair from Jungkook’s hands and placing it down, ‘It's hard to explain, but I noticed the way he looks at us sometimes. And he's been asking questions.”
He noticed how Jungkook stilled, balancing the second chair on its back legs. He looked up, searching for Taehyung’s eyes and then his lips wrapped around the words, “Questions?”
Taehyung felt suddenly foolish and guilt was feeding on his toes, he caught his bottom lip in the bite of his upper teeth. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he shoved them inside his sweatpants pockets, as if hiding his lies there. He didn’t know why he thought emphasizing his urgency for resolution with false statements, was a good idea. But it pushed a reaction out of the two men watching them uncertainly.
Taehyung expected to be met with a shared understanding coming out as a panic, so to say he was surprised and a little bit disappointed when Hyungu opened his mouth, would be an understatement, “Well, that’s easier then,’ he shrugged, taking the office chair a patting the seat before he sat down, crossing his ankles, ‘if he figured out, you don’t have to stress about all that awkward,’ Hyungu cleared his throat, dropping his voice that normally was grazing the higher tones; without doubt, trying to imitate the deep hues escaping Taehyung’s mouth, ‘Hyung, Jungkookie and I are dating’ talk.”
Taehyung found himself once again standing a step before a crossroad, staring at the parted roads and turning his head, trying to understand. He admired Hyungu for his kindness, positivity, and even his knack for finding humour in Jin's less-than-amusing jokes. However, he couldn't help but notice that Hyungu's approach to life's challenges seemed a bit too rushed if not hot-headed, as if he wanted to get them out of his way the sooner the better, never letting the feeling of hard work linger for too long. Taehyung couldn’t choose, he realized, he needed to build a new road, made up of the elements of the two already existing paths, merging them together.
Taehyung looked down, hiding a sigh.
“He’s been asking me about you guys too.” Jin’s admittance only spurted a life inside Taehyung’s panic. His head turned to face Jin behind him, even if his body forgot how to move, but it struggled to reach further than past Hyungu comfortably leaning against the chair’s backrest that was lining up with Taehyung’s shoulder. There were thousands of words climbing up his throat, millions of short-cut questions searching not only for answers but also for reassurance.
“What is he saying?” he spoke aloud few of them, gesturing with his hands for support, even fully turning around to find Jungkook and cuddle against his chest.
His eyes followed Jin who took a step and stood in the middle of the circle made by four chairs. “You don’t have to worry, I have never revealed anything. He’s been asking for years.” Taehyung could feel his eyes growing wider at that, even the gentle caressing of Jungkook’s hands wrapped around his body stilled for a whole second, before the boy cleared his throat, “Years? But we are d-” he cut himself off, his breath, hitching next to Taehyung’s ear, reminded him of how he suddenly stopped speaking the same way when they were watching Cha Dohyun on their television yesterday’s night. “We’ve been… doing this,’ Jungkook said at least and Taehyung could hardly convince his heart that the guilt he was feeling didn’t hurt over the phrase, ‘only since December.”
Taehyung was entirely focused on Jin as he was stomping his feet before him, so he did not even notice what kind of reaction Hyungu had made. But then, Jin's gaze flickered between the two of them and Taehyung saw the older man subtly raise an eyebrow. He barely moved, it was almost like a faint nod, and Taehyung wondered if he had just imagined it.
“This is a bit embarrassing,’ Jin’s whisper sounded more like a warning, ‘but me and him, we used to… when we were still sharing a room,’ he seemed to be searching for the right words, ‘discuss about you two.”
Jungkook’s chest pressing against Taehyung’s back started moving as he was waiting for Jin to continue.
“About your bond, your chemistry,’ Jin’s hand found its way to the back of his neck, ‘you were never subtle,’ he took a sharp breath in before he released it with a chuckle, ‘Jungkook especially. We always wondered if your friendship would grow into something else one day.”
Jungkook’s chest behind him still felt tense and rigid and Taehyung didn’t have to strain his brain too hard to know what he was thinking. The confessions hardly leaving Jin’s mouth were true, Jungkook himself admitted it weeks ago, he had never tried to hide his feelings towards him. The old shame was lurking at Taehyung, sitting on one of three empty chairs.
“Do you think there’s nothing to be scared of?” asked Jungkook, leaning his chin on Taehyung's shoulder. “You think he's just playing along with your game?” he spoke in a casual tone, but Taehyung could feel the seriousness behind the words. Jungkook didn't sound angry or bitter, but he was clearly trying to make a point.
Taehyung took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Jungkook's chin on his shoulder. He knew what Jungkook was trying to do - to plant guilt in Jin's mind, so he would start to search for his conscience.
Taehyung refused to let that happen, he refused to let Jungkook's crankiness hurt Jin. After all, they also liked to gossip from time to time.
He turned his head slightly, catching Jungkook's gaze. “Jungkookie, stop,” he warned him.
Jin's voice pushed between their locked eyes, “I wouldn't be surprised if he did catch on to something. You still are not subtle,' Jin scoffed, 'But he didn't call for The Emergency Summit in a while,” he dared to let a laugh resonate in the room while referring to the urgent group meetings that used to be held in their old living room, on their old sofa.
“But how can you be sure?” Jungkook persisted, his breath hot on Taehyung's lips. “We don't know what he's thinking.”
“I can’t be sure, obv-”
“Why are you making such a big deal out of it?��� All three of them turned towards Hyungu, who had remained quiet until this moment - maybe even a bit suspiciously, thought Taehyung. He seemed confused looking at them, arms crossed on his chest and one foot resting atop the other knee while his ankle was tapping gently along to a secret song. Taehyung wondered what was going on in Hyungu's head.
“Hyung, not now,” Jin tried to stop him.
“But Sooki,’ Hyungu raised his voice as if they couldn’t already hear him loud and clear in the silence that had spread among them, ‘they can’t be hiding forever.”
Taehyung glanced sideways when he caught a movement next to him and noticed how Jungkook lifted his chin and soon after he started to nod slowly in agreement. He looked at Hyungu again before Jungkook noticed him. He wasn’t in a mood for the ‘I told you!’ discussion.
“And we can’t too,” Hyungu kept talking, his other day's calm and gentle tone was gone, replaced by the zealous explanation. “We’ve been together for how long… and I am meeting,’ he pointed with his head towards them, ‘Jungkook -ssi only now. There are other three of your members that have no idea that I even exist,’ Hyungu’s right leg met the laminate with a thud; Taehyung watched how the dried mud stuck to his shoe’s sole broke and dispersed around his feet in a light brown cloud.
“Hyung,’ Taehyung's eyebrows arched in surprise, he had never heard Jin being as whiny as he was now, ‘we talked about this already. Introducing my members to you,' he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair before explaining, 'would eventually result in me coming out to the company. And that,' Jin's face crumpled as if a heavy weight was pressing down on his soul, 'that's one step closer to my family finding out. It's a' he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, 'complicated situation. I’m not sure if it’s the right move. Not yet.”
Taehyung blinked in shock; it seemed he and Jin were on the same page of a problem. He reached out to place a hand on Jin's shoulder, squeezing it gently to get his attention, but also to bring him some comfort. Taehyung was taken aback, until now, during all the late dinners he had spent in Hyungu's apartment, Jin only expressed his frustration over their leader.
But then again, Taehyung thought, what did he know about Jin's struggles? Sure, they were both members of the same group, but that didn't mean they shared the same experiences or fears. Taehyung sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him as well. There were fears, that he had not enough courage to do as little as think about them.
“We understand, hyung. Coming out is a personal decision, and only you can make it,’ Taehyung felt a need to comfort him, ‘But just know,’ he looked around, stretching his hand towards Jungkook who hadn’t moved from his position ever since Hyungu broke the silence minutes ago, only his mouth opened, as his jaw dropped in the shared surprise, and he forgot to close it, ‘we're all here for you, no matter what,” he whispered reassuringly once Jungkook’s fingers slipped in the gaps between his own.
Jin’s dark eyes bored into his, the expression in them seemed vulnerable for a little too long and then he smiled again, soft appreciation gracing his lips.
“So, what about Namjoon hyung?” Jungkook tried the waters when the vulnerability finally began to dry on Jin’s cheeks, his eyes no longer glistened with worry. Taehyung couldn’t tell if Jin’s fears were his own or if he still played Taehyung’s cards because Taehyung couldn’t, he wasn’t sure about the rules.
“I can talk to him if you want. If you are too scared yourself,” suggested Jin. “Something needs to be done. I can see it’s taking a toll on you,’ he sighed, ‘The hiding, I remember that,’ his eyes closed and he took a single inhale in, ‘vividly,” Jin exhaled.
“But wouldn’t that just urgent him about all this matter? Coming out to the company?” Jungkook's eyes dropped to their clasped hands and Taehyung knew he wanted to say more even before his shoulders and chest could have lifted. “I'm okay with Namjoon hyung knowing, I couldn’t care less.” He didn’t even try to squeeze Taehyung’s hand when it began to shake in his hold. Taehyung thought Jungkook was a lot more empathetic than before, until… “But Bang PD-nim… I…” his voice was steady, it didn’t start to tremble; it was only Taehyung’s hand that seemed like it couldn’t stop from moving; yet, Jungkook's quickly shifting gaze from side to side revealed more than words could say. However, Taehyung’s legs didn’t move, he couldn't bring himself to step closer and comfort him in his emotional distress.
“We all are risking here, Jungkook-ah,” said Jin sternly and watched Jungkook's hand fall to his side.
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Taehyung had his back to the open door of his room, with the alluring smell of Jungkook's perfume still lingering on his T-shirt and the echoes of Jin's and Hyungu's quarrel, he had overheard before the door behind him and Jungkook could have closed, ringing in his ears as if they had only just stopped yelling.
He looked over at Namjoon, lying on his bed in silence, seemingly lost in thought. Not even the sound of Taehyung's slippers against the parquets seemed to break Namjoon's state of concentration. Despite the dark circles forming under his eyes from exhaustion and the swell of his eyelids, Namjoon's gaze was falling over the pages of the thick book lying open on his knees; Taehyung noticed the familiar green cover of the book poking out from beneath the worn out newspaper where it was wrapped in. That same book was in his hands the day before when Taehyung woke up sharing his bed with Jungkook. Namjoon’s bed was a mess of papers, pens and old notebooks scattered all over the blankets and pillows, some even pilling up by the bed's legs. He must have been deep in his work when the thought of an unfinished novel and its characters crept up and distracted him from his tasks.
Taehyung took a deep breath and cleared his throat, causing Namjoon to look up from his concentration. His eyes met with Taehyung's and his lips formed a small surprised O.
"Oh, Taehyung-ah,' he raised his hand to greet him, causing the cream-white page to bounce back as his big thumb was no longer holding it down, 'You are back. How was the practice?’ Namjoon’s eyes ran over the yellow stains from sweat tinting the pure-white cotton of his working-out T-shirt along its collar, hanging low and showing the muscles of his chest, and on the sleeves under his arms, ‘Hoseok hyung mentioned that you were staying.”
Taehyung forced a smile, noting how his cheeks ached and strained from the movement. His heart felt heavy with guilt as he kept staring into Namjoon's eyes awaiting an answer from him. He had told Hoseok that he was staying back for practice, and now, he was feeding the same lie to Namjoon. The weight of it clung to him, and he knew that he was slowly wrapping himself into the sticky web of untruths that would only become more difficult to unravel from his body one day. His smile might have hidden his true feelings, but the unease ran within him. “Yeah,’ he nodded slowly ‘I think I get it now.”
“That’s great,” Namjoon looked ready to return to his book, his finger was tapping over the word in the middle of the page which he must have read as last. If he noticed something odd about Taehyung’s behaviour, he said nothing, allowing Taehyung to take in the air full of relief. “You were pretty stressed about the choreography, right?’ he continued nonchalantly, furrowing his brows when he looked back at the letters printed on the cream-white pages, ‘I wish I was such a quick learner as you are,” Namjoon sighed one last time, boring back between the lines.
“Um… ,” Taehyung didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to lie any further. His hands were grasping the fabric of his sweatpants, giving up under his nails. “Can I come in?” only after the words were out, hitting not only the walls of the room but also Namjoon’s ears, he realised what he said. But it was too late.
Namjoon once again stuck his nose out from the story he was reading and Taehyung was sure if there were glasses sitting on its tip, he would adjust them until they were not fitting perfectly at the root of his nose bridge. “It’s your room too,” Namjoon pointed out.
“Oh, right.” Taehyung’s hand shot in the air and landed behind his ear, as if by scratching the soft skin there, he could handle the embarrassment creeping up his neck; currently as high as his jaw and chin.
Taehyung lifted his leg, bending his knee slowly, until the slipper hanging from his toes wasn't close to falling, and he walked inside, leaving the door behind him ajar. He slowly scanned around the room, as if he was expecting to find something there that he could quickly grab with his quivering hands. He noticed the pile of clothes lying at the end of his mattress. He guessed that Hoseok or somebody else must have placed it on his duvets after it dried up on the cloth rack, since he recognised the black T-shirt with a print he spent days searching for. Only now he recalled he had thrown it in the washing machine together with his other dirty laundry. He walked over to them with quick steps, picking up one shirt after another, folding them properly before placing them on the dresser. He noticed Namjoon’s gaze boring into him, it only added more to Taehyung’s red cheeks, and made his heart skip an extra beat while his hands trembled while zipping up the bag stuffed with his cosmetics. He was ready to head to the bathroom but Namjoon's voice stopped him, “Are you feeling well?”
The bag of faded baby blue colours, over-packed with face moisturizers and face masks, fell from his hands, dropping on the plastic that pretended to be wood under its light brown sticker. The dresser wiggled on its legs.
“Namjoon hyung,’ Taehyung was calling his name suddenly, ‘can I talk to you about something?“ He turned around on the soles of his slippers before this weird courage could leave him, staring at the crown of Namjoon’s head.
There must have been something in Taehyung's demeanour that seemed off, even beyond the surface lie about the practice, because Namjoon immediately pushed his book aside and sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed, giving Taehyung his full attention.
“Of course, Tae. What’s on your mind?”Namjoon asked with a genuine concern in his voice.
Taehyung could feel himself hesitating for a moment, contemplating how to start. “It’s about relationships… within the group.” The weight of his unspoken secrets pressed on his chest, making it difficult to find the right words.
Namjoon had not even blinked as he listened to the careful choice of Taehyung's words. The mention of relationships within the group seemed to take him interest, “Something’s wrong? Was someone mean to you? Did you fight or-”
“No, no, nothing like that,’ Taehyung was quick to shake his head and wave his hands in disagreement, ‘We are as good as ever,” that seemed to bring a bit of comfort to Namjoon’s concern. “I meant…,’ with a deep breath and a light bite on his inner cheek, Taehyung began, ‘Well, you know, sometimes people in a group develop close relationships,’ he breathed out cautiously, noticing the old habit itching under his skin when his hand jerked involuntary towards his mouth, ‘They are more than just… friendships. You know how feelings can develop, and sometimes,’ Taehyung was aware of the saliva bubbling around his lips, he was blabbering, ‘it's hard to control them,” he mumbled nervously. Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed as he slowly started to piece the puzzle of Taehyung’s words together. “I was just wondering if,’ Taehyung’s speech became slurred and hardly intelligible as he couldn’t resist stuffing his mouth with his index finger and biting around his round nail, ‘if in such cases, we should be clear with the company about it,” he finished, his voice barely over the whisper.
Namjoon’s eyes were squinting, set over his nose like two narrow lines, he leaned forward, placing a palm under his chin, before he tilted his head in a question, “Why do you ask, Tae? Do you have something you would like to share with me?”
Taehyung felt the familiar pressure of a weighty secret returning and nestling back in his chest. The temptation to reveal everything was almost too strong. Almost. He wavered, his eyes scanning around the room before he looked back at Namjoon.
“Nothing specific,” he replied, hoping the words didn’t fall from his tongue too quickly. “I was just,’ he cut himself off again, thinking Namjoon would see right through his lies about the ‘general curiosity’, so instead, he opted for the partial truth, ‘Jin hyung, he told me you want him to be clear with the company about Hyungu hyung.”
Namjoon nodded thoughtfully, though a hint of curiosity still lingered in his eyes. Taehyung didn’t fool him. “I see what you're getting at,’ he started, ‘Well, Tae,’ Namjoon seemed to be struggling with the chaos of words swirling and racing inside his mind as well, ‘I think it's a tricky situation,” he continued like a philosopher getting ready for a long speech, caressing the paper wrapped around the back of his novel. “We've all worked so hard to get where we are, and one scandal could bring us down. Being honest with the company might be the best way to avoid any future problems.”
As he spoke, Taehyung realised that Namjoon was well aware of the hidden truth in his question, and he squirmed with a pang of guilt gnawing at him because he wasn’t entirely honest about the nature of his concerns and anxiety. He appreciated Namjoon's wisdom and the way he could handle the fragile balance between their personal lives and the group's image.
Taehyung knew he was holding back, concealing within himself, important information that could cost them everything, and more, that Namjoon was so afraid of.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Taehyung pushed the words out of his mouth despite closing his throat, gathering the cleansers and eye creams that fell out the gap between the zipper when the bag dropped and quivered uncertainly before tumbling over on its side.
“Tae-yah!” Namjoon called into the awkwardly loud squeaking of Taehyung’s rubber slippers on the floor.
Taehyung halted, the hand holding the bag’s handle was still swishing along his body. One foot mid-step, he turned to face Namjoon, trying to scold his expression into face giving out nothing only tiredness. “Yeah?”
“Do you remember what I once told you?’ Namjoon spoke with a soft tone, ‘If there's something you want to discuss or share, no matter how difficult or important it may be, you know you can talk to me, right? We are family and we will always be here for each other. I meant it then, and I mean it now.”
A memory flashed before him: they had been sitting in Taehyung’s old room, on his bottom bed, drenched in sweat and surrounded by the walls that felt warmer than usual. The memory of Jimin leaving the room in a hurry brushed against his consciousness, but it was faint, unclear, like a distant echo. It was the day after Taehyung’s life had been turned around so suddenly he hadn’t even realised it at first. In this vivid memory, Taehyung couldn’t help but remember how concerned Namjoon had sounded, making sure Taehyung knew the door to his studio had been always opened.
The memory of that conversation overlapped with Namjoon's current words. Taehyung nodded, his voice quiet and stern, “Yeah, hyung, I know. Thanks.”
He left their room with urgency, not wanting to linger where the heaviness of his lies felt too much to handle. He closed the bathroom door behind himself hastily, creating a barrier between his feelings and the world outside.
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hearts for dinner ~ drabble 1:
pairing: yandere! taehyung x demon! reader
genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship || yandere au
summary: the lust of kim taehyung
tags/ warnings: he films her without her knowledge. smut in the forms of: phone sex/masturbation, cumming on thighs, fingering, mentioned oral, sort of cum play, first kisses!!
notes: takes place before the previous part :D
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the first time taehyung had invited you over to his house, it took every single cell of willpower to not lock the door and demand you move in with him that very second.
it had only been a couple of months since he’d asked you on your first date, seconds after meeting you enough for him to be entirely enamoured by your mere existence.
the pretty little dove he wanted to cage and keep to be cherished by his all consuming love for the rest of time.
there was only so many nights he could watch you through the camera he’d planted in one of the flower pots he’d given you before he was desperate to feel your flesh against his.
waiting for you to be tucked under the plethora of blankets on the bed before he’s snatching his phone off the desk, calling you.
he needed to be the last thought before you fell asleep, treading through your dreams, following you into the real world. he needed your mind as full of him, as his was of yours. needed you to understand the tight squeeze of his fragile heart every time he thought of you.
he needed your reason for life to be him, to want to breathe his air, touch him. he wanted the spiral of love, pulling the both of you so far into the black hole of raw desire to be the only thing that surrounds the both of you, as he moulds your very own paradise.
even on the nights you’d be sleepy as he calls, he can see the faint outline of a smile, barely there on your lips when you hear his voice.
and even on those nights it wouldn’t be hard to rile you up, smooth timbre of his voice ever so sweet as he tells you how pretty you are. how as he closed his eyes he could see the outline of your body, how much he wanted to mark you as his for the world to see.
teasing as you go quiet, hand palming his cock as he asks if you’re wet. if you’d be a good girl and press a finger through your folds, press a thumb over your clit.
he’d watch on the screen of the laptop, mound under the blanket where you’d slipped your hand into your panties.
he’d have to stave off his orgasm, always such a good thing for him. some nights you’d get a little hot, covers slipping onto the floor, and tae wouldn’t be able to help the ropes of cum that paint your face on the laptop screen at the little peek of your pretty little pussy, the perfect treasure taunting him.
you’d always been so shy, so to have you wriggling beneath the sheets as he tells you how to pleasure yourself made his heart soar, cock throbbing with the incessant want to cum between your walls, the rawest form of claim.
the night of your first kiss— that wonderful day you’d finally come over to his place, will forever be ingrained in his mind. how red your cheeks had been, ever so flustered. fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you blurt out your admission of never having kissed anyone before.
so unsure of yourself he was convinced he wouldn’t last the night with you sat in his bed, a vulnerable little thing.
“it’s okay, pretty” his thumb had brushed down your cheek, gentle reassurance. caramel sweet words soothing the sheer panic you’d felt.
there had been a quiver in your fingers as he leaned forward, eyes squeezed tight as his lips brushed over yours. the briefest little kiss, teasing you.
you’d chased after him, desperate for more. pressing a soft peck to his lips.
he hadn’t known you’d get so excited, hand shoved between your thighs as you try to relieve some of the growing arousal.
“oh sweet thing” he’d crooned, hands holding both your cheeks as he’d kissed you, tongue pressing into your mouth.
he remembers how you’d rubbed your poor little cunt on his thigh, how you’d admitted no one’s ever touched you before.
you’d watched as he’d tugged your panties down, showing you how to play with yourself. his fingers spreading your folds, thumb slipping into you.
the first time you moaned his name, he came over your thighs, slapping the head over your cunt to watch his seed mix with your arousal pushing it into you afterwards, making you push it all back out only to make you swallow it after.
it didn’t take much to convince you to stay over his house after that, tucked away sleeping in his bed with his head between your thighs, or your hand wrapped around his cock.
because taehyung knew you were perfect, your own version of love slowly forming into the raw sort of need that he had for you. your souls slowly becoming one, with every moment you spent together. because you even met in your dreams.
your life, be it awake or in the world of dreams, taehyung had taught you his way how to love.
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⌅⁺ ❀ love wins all ♡
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Broad Day Light
Min Yoongi/Reader
Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!
Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au
Word Count: 1203 M.list
Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.
You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.
Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.
You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.
You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.
‘Y/N! Over here!’
‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’
The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.
‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.
‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.
‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb. Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.
Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.
‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.
‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.
‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.
You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.
‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.
‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’
‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.
‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’
Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.
The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.
With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...
-Incoming video call from Yoongles-
Ah well. There goes that idea.
After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.
Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.
And he looked pissed.
‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.
‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.
‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.
You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.
‘I’m sorry...’
Yoongi took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.
‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’
‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’
He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.
‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.
Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.
You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.
‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.
‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.
The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...
‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.
You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.
Yoongi smirked mischievously.
‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.
‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’
‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.
You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.
‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.
‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.
‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.
‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.
He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.
‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.
‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’
‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’
‘Definitely not.’
You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.
It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.
Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!
P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!
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