#kim taehyung scenarios
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Butterfly | TH
Sysnopis: A butterfly tattoo you fell in love with, that was prohibited to see by others. And lucky you to see him shirtless that night.
Warning: Mature language, Mature content
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Word count: 4,8k
A/N: Been so focused on Wattpad that I totally forgot about Tumblr 😭. I promise I have a lot of drafts, I just haven’t finished them. (Read Flavors of love on wattpad tho, link on bio!)
Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the shop on the corner carefully, as you heard sirens and cars drive by. There was nothing stopping you from doing this tonight, you finally had the courage of doing something so extravagant. So out of your league, something you thought you would never do.
And now here you are standing just a few feets away from the story, trying to calm down your nerves as you took a deep breath in. You were nervous and even scared, but your determination to try something you’ve never done before was much stronger than that.
Once you took an extra deep breath, you slowly walked towards the store, to that lonely corner that was somewhat illuminated. Looking around, you tried to spot anything that would change your mind, for something to stop your plans. But it felt as if the universe was on your side with this. Something that is very surprising.
Whenever you plan to do something, or you have such an extravagant idea, that is usually ruined by the universe and it’s different ideas it has for you. Ideas that aren’t what you expected or wanted, but you still take them either way.
Sighing to yourself, you pushed the door open, hearing the sound of bells whenever you opened the door. Slowly, you walked in, looking around once you did. The smell of ink was quite strong. You were starting to get bad vibes of the place, but that once vanished when you fully examined it.
The shop had its own vibe, this dark and cool theme of black and white that surrounded it. And the blue LED lights that surrounded the whole room added a nice touch. You liked the vibe, the aura it was giving you, it was sort of making you more comfortable in your decision.
“Hello?” you spoke up, coming closer to what seemed like a counter.
There was no one around, something that seemed unusual for a shop. Without getting a response you walked closer to the counter, clicking on a silver bell that was on it. Giving it a few clicks, you waited for a response.
The room was quiet, too silent. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it was kinda freaking you out. No owner in the shop and no one in it was giving very creepy vibes. Like those movies whenever it starts and the first person is shown entering a haunted place they shouldn’t have and they end up getting killed in the first few minutes of the movie. Yeah those types of vibes.
You didn’t want to be that character, nor were you here for that. You decided to wait for a few seconds, and right as you were about to walk out you heard footsteps. Looking over to the counter, you spot a man with a black hoodie coming closer to the counter. For a few seconds you felt fear, nervous even but once he came much closer you got to see his face a bit more.
He was handsome, very clear skin, soft honey skin, nice brown narrow eyes, and his hair looked fluffy although it was covered by his hoodie.
“Sorry it’s closed” he quietly said, putting his hands on the pockets on his black jeans, as you groaned in response. Maybe the universe is against you after all. There was nothing you could ever do without it getting on the way.
You were disappointed, mostly because you knew tomorrow this confidence won’t be there anymore. So your whole plan will literally go to waste. And like that you coward down to something you wanted to do.
“Ah I see, I came in late, didn’t i?” you chuckled, it was an awkward chuckle since you didn’t have much to say. The disappointment in you was filling your mind that you didn’t even know how to respond. Now Jimin will be laughing at you for a whole hour straight.
You came up to him just a few minutes ago, telling him that you were brave enough to get a tattoo. Something you were always scared of getting because people would usually say the amount of pain it was.
So you never thought about it, until Jimin got his own and told you it wasn’t so bad. And of course you didn’t believe him but you still didn’t want to be seen as a coward so you decided to go to the nearest Tattoo shop. And now it’s closed.
“First time thinking about getting a tattoo, correct?” Shocked, you looked at him with wide eyes, trying to figure out how he knew such a thing. Yes that’s exactly what you were here for, but just how did he know that? Were you that easy to read?
“How did you know?” and with that, you earned a laugh from him. With a smile he started looking around for something. You weren’t sure if you should leave or wait until he got what he was looking for.
“I own this tattoo shop you can say I worked here for a while, I can tell when there’s someone new” he softly said, opening a drawer as you nodded.
That would make a lot of sense, since he has probably seen a lot of people with the same anxiety coming in whenever they decide to get their first tattoo. You don’t blame them though, mostly because you’re in the same position.
With a soft chuckle, he stood up, averting his eyes at you. “I’m guessing if you don’t get it today then you won’t get it at all.” he smiled, writing something down on a clipboard. He really did know his people, his customers to be exact.
“So how about this? It was already closed, but i can make this tattoo for you” he looked over to you and then back at the clipboard. Sighing, you started feeling relieved, and thankful to him for actually understanding your situation.
He was truly a life savior.
“Thank you” you smiled, shaking his head, he extended his hand towards what looked like where the tattoos were done. Nodding, you walked over to it, sitting on a wooden chair that was next to a sort of bed.
As you sat down, you felt your anxiety starting to rise again. You were thankful but you were still getting scared of the idea of getting a tattoo. Just imagining it was making you nauseous.
“Alright” he softly said, placing a stool in front of you, as he sat down on it. Looking up at you, he gave you a soft smile. “Can I have your name?” he asked, ready to write it down on his clipboard. You assume that’s where he puts his customer’s information, something normal.
“Y/n” you smiled, with a nod, he proceeded to write it down, and then looked back up at you. “Can I have your ID?” Nodding, you opened your purse, searching for your ID in your wallet as you quickly found it. With a small smile, you gave it to him.
Softly, he grabbed it, taking a look at it, as he started writing down more things in his clipboard. The silence was making you anxious, it was scarring you, but once he stopped writing stuff down, your anxiousness eased down.
“Alright then, give me a second” he smiled, standing up from the stool as he walked over to the counter. Patiently you waited there, and you were starting to feel a bit awkward until you heard some music play. It wasn’t loud, nor too quiet. It had a good volume. You guessed he took it off before since he was about to close the store.
“Do you have a design you would like to get?” he asked, his voice sounding faint but clear enough for you to hear.
There were some ideas you had, like a small tattoo that would have a meaning to you.
Yeah the decision on a tattoo was all of the sudden, but it wasn’t like you didn’t think about it deeply. Getting a tattoo was something you’ve been thinking about doing way before Jimin dared you to get one. You had many ideas for one, many that had different meanings. And today you could finally express those ideas.
“I do” you quietly said, hearing footsteps coming closer and closer to you. Taking your phone out of your bag, you showed him the pictures of tattoo ideas you had. It took you days to find ones that you truly liked and wanted to get done.
And even though there’s only two pictures that you liked, you were still determined to get it done. “What do you think?” you asked him, although you were sure of your decision, you still wanted some approval and mostly from a person that has seen many different kinds of tattoos.
“I like it, i think they would go well” he said, flashing a small smile towards you, as he focused on the photo you were showing him. “Is this the one?” he asked, as you slowly nodded.
“Okay then, let's get this tattoo done” he smiled, standing up from his stool as he walked over to a table that was full of his equipment. He started picking some things up and placing them on a small table that was next to the stool he was sitting on.
And without knowing it, you didn’t catch yourself staring at him. He was quite the most handsome man you have seen in a while. His honey skin was doing wonders to him, it was so captivating to your eyes. It was enough for you to continue staring at him.
Although you couldn’t see him much, you were already salivating over him. It wasn’t something you usually do, technically you would never do such a thing. But for him you will.
While you continued to stare at him, he didn’t notice your eyes on him as he slowly started taking his black sweater off, and in the process his shirt lifted up, revealing a very captivating tattoo on his lower stomach.
Gulping you stared at it, feeling nervous and a sudden feeling inside your stomach. Looking away, you looked towards the floor instead.
“Do you have any tattoos?” you asked, already knowing that he had one but you wanted to see if he had gotten more. Looking over to you, he nodded softly.
“I have, I have over more than 6 tattoos” he said, sitting down on the stool and facing you directly. For a few seconds, there was a short silence, before he started showing you his tattoo on the side of his hand.
It was a small cross, a thin cross that looked very good on his hand. He then showed you another one that was close to his collarbone and then another one that was in between his chest, one that made you feel shy.
“What about the butterfly one?” you asked, as he slowly looked at you. Meeting your eyes, he looked closely at them, he focused completely on them. And for a second you thought you offended him, that you shouldn’t have asked. “Sorry i-”
“I don’t like this one as much” he cut you off, pulling his shirt up, as he revealed that beautiful tattoo that you felt so attractive to. You could tell he felt insecure about the tattoo, that he wasn’t as proud of it as he was over the other ones.
“I personally really like it” you spoke up, watching the way his eyes found yours, he looked at you so surprisingly, so shocked. It was like he couldn’t believe it at all.
“Do you?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. You wouldn’t be sure why he wouldn’t like it, the beautiful blue color immediately stood out to you.
“Yeah, the color is beautiful. And it’s well made” you said, as your eyes didn’t leave his tattoo. As they slowly started going up his body.
Without noticing, your eyes were directing up his body. The way his soft abs were showing, or the veins on his hand holding his shirt up. You didn’t even notice when you started admiring his body and not his tattoo anymore.
He was definitely fit, the muscle on his arm was enough to tell you. And even the soft abs on his stomach that were so captivating to see. It all drove you out of your mind. Enough to start forming dirty thoughts inside your head.
Which you shouldn’t.
Quickly, you averted your eyes elsewhere, as he slowly put his shirt down, covering his tattoo as he brought his clipboard again.
“Can I change the tattoo?” you asked, as he looked over to you. “Yes of course” he said, as he stood up from the stool.
You watched as he started picking up some black gloves, and then placing his tattoo pen on the small gray trey. The needles that gave you shivers down your spine. What looked like some cream and other things you didn’t even know.
Taking a deep breath in, you unlocked your phone. Already looking for a new image to which you already had saved. Let’s say you were planning on getting a tattoo on your arm. Usually that’s where people always start.
You had a cute tattoo idea in mind, and the meaning behind that tattoo was nice. But now you want something different. Just seeing his tattoos gave you a sort of boost of confidence. Something about it made you want to go all out today.
The thing is, you are already here. He’s willing to stay a little longer just to give you a tattoo and well this isn’t always something you would do or think about doing. So might as well go all out.
Even if that means just for today.
Once he finished organizing his things, he sat back down on the stool. Already putting the gloves on.
“I’ll get this one done” you said, turning your phone towards him as his eyes directed to the screen.
The way his eyes widened made you realize that you made a good choice. It meant he wasn’t expecting for you to do these kinds of tattoos which yet again gave you a boost of confidence.
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking over to you. “Yeah” you said, as he waited a little longer.
Thinking that you might change your mind after the decision you just took. But to his surprise you seemed more than determined to do it.
So with a nod, he asked if he could hold your phone. Just to get the exact image of your tattoo. Something that you agreed on, feeling a spark of both excitement and nervousness.
Just knowing you are about to make one of the most extreme decisions you have taken does make you feel nervous. That thrilling sensation knowing that you might regret it but that you will like it either way.
Yes you could easily change your mind. He was more than willing to go with what you wanted. But you were determined.
“Alright then, i’ll bring this closer than” he said, walking over to something that seemed like you can lay down on. You guess that’s where you would be.
You watched as he brought the things closer, and then walked over to the window, closing the blinds as he then said it was for anyone that might walk in and think it was still open. You understood that, but what you were more focused on was the nervous feeling inside of you.
“Okay, you will lay down here” he began to explain, as you just nodded. “This might hurt more than the arm, but it will look good” he said, as you nodded once again.
With his hand, he motioned for you to sit down on the sort of bed, which you quickly did, watching as he brought a small sheet of white paper, already tracing and drawing the tattoo you told him.
“Is this the most outrageous thing you have done?” he asked, his eyes on the drawing as you just chuckled.
“Is it obvious?” you asked, as he looked up at you, giving you a chuckle as he looked back down at the drawing.
“Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing” he added, as you just nodded. Maybe he was being nice to you, but you do think you sound very lame.
It’s mostly the fact that you would be too scared to do any of these kinds of things. So you never really thought about doing these extreme things. But now you are. And it was mostly with a dare of you and Jimin.
“Okay, um you can” he said as you immediately knew what he meant. Slowly, you reached for the bottom of your shirt, already lifting it up as you placed it on the side.
You noticed that his eyes were elsewhere, not trying to look at your now exposed boobs to him. Which weren’t too exposed, you had a bra on. But still. He wanted to respect you enough.
Right after you placed your shirt down, you immediately unclipped your bra. Slowly making it fall on your lap as you watched the way he waited. The way you suddenly took it off was taking everything in him not to look.
It was sort of funny.
Slowly, you laid back down, placing both hands on your boobs as you covered them. Since well they are now exposed.
“Okay” you said, as he quickly nodded, grabbing the small piece of paper as he stood beside you, scanning the area the tattoo would be made.
With his finger, he pointed towards the area, as he carefully placed the paper. You weren’t able to see what he was doing, but you felt like he was doing his job. It took a few minutes until you heard the sound of the pen being turned on.
“Ready?” he looked down at your face, as you nodded. You waited for when the pen would start poking your skin. The moment that everyone started regretting the decision. And right when you thought he wouldn’t do it, you felt it.
That sharp pain that made you gasp out loud. “Relax, I got you” he said, as you took a deep breath.
You waited until it was done, until the pain of the pen hitting your skin would stop. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Fuck you wanted to just screaming for a bit after holding it in for so long.
The pain was there, that’s for sure.
But he would be there, trying to calm you down and telling you it would just be for a little. That he was almost done with it. And as much as that helped you out, you were still in pain.
“And we are done” he said, after what felt like an eternity of the sound of the pen and the pain beside your boobs, he finished. You might even have shed a tear, but that’s because you haven’t done something like this and well it clearly hurt.
Besides that, you will probably stay away from tattoos for a while.
“I’ll bring the wrap” he said, as he handed you a mirror. Something you quickly took from his hands, looking at the tattoo that was now placed above the center of your stomach. Right below your boobs.
You liked how it looked, apart from red it looked truly good.
As you admired the tattoo in the mirror, you didn’t notice when he walked in. When he accidentally saw your boobs, making him quickly turned away.
“What do you think?” you asked, as you looked over to him. “Huh?” he said, as you motioned towards your tattoo, covering your boobs with both of your hands.
“I think it looks very good” he said, walking over to you, as he grabbed something, cleaning the tattoo as he placed a sort of wrap on it.
“Can you move your hand a bit, i need to clean this side” he said, as you moved your hand slightly.
The soft touch of his fingers brushing beside your boob was bringing this tickling feeling inside your stomach. It felt good. It was nothing much, but it felt so good.
“I think it suits you” he said, cleaning the other side as he then threw the paper on the trash can.
“I have done a lot of tattoos there and i think yours looked the best” he said, as he walked over to the counter, taking his gloves off as you just chuckled.
“The bathroom is on the right” he pointed as you quickly grabbed your things walking over to the bathroom.
Somehow you made it inside with both of your hands covering your boobs. You couldn’t help but admire the tattoo. It looked so nice and it even reminded you of the extreme decision you just took.
Which will be locked inside your mind for the rest of your life.
“Here’s some– oh shit you aren’t done” he said, closing the door right back. The slight embarrassment made you look towards the door. Yet it was also a feeling of desire sparking inside of you.
“I’m sorry” he said, from the outside. “I didn’t mean to look, they look good, wait shit i didn’t mean to”
“Do they?” you said, opening the door of the bathroom, as you watched him standing in front of it.
His eyes lingered down to your boobs but then back up at your eyes. You watched as his eyes went from your boobs to then back up to your eyes.
“I um, they do” he said, as you just chuckled. “Thank you” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips. One you didn’t even notice.
He’s absolutely hot, you noticed it the moment you saw him. The moment you got to fully see his smile. And the part when you were able to see his abs and his stomach turned you on. It’s shameful to admit, but you felt attracted to him.
You aren’t this bold. You made it very clear to him when you were struggling to get a tattoo on your arm, to which you then switched. Getting a tattoo below your boob area was crazy in your opinion.
And now staying right in front of him with your boobs out is another thing. Something that you would’ve never done. Yet here you are.
Something tells you that he isn’t far from your thoughts. He’s not hard to read, as the way he’s scanning you is telling you all the things you need to know.
“I’ll head back inside” you smiled, turning towards the bathroom as you were just about to walk in, you suddenly felt a hand on your wrist that made you stop.
“And where are you going?” he asked, his voice low and deep, creating his sudden feeling inside you. It made you feel nervous, almost like you weren’t the one that came up to him first.
“I think you have something to fix” he said, spinning you around as now you are back to facing him again.
You didn’t expect him to pull this move. Part of you was hoping he did. It was that desire inside of you that was sparking. That shameful lust inside of you wanting for him to do much more than just a tattoo for the night.
And right now you are more than happy.
“Do i?” you asked, as he just chuckled, pulling you towards what seemed like the back of the shop. The nervous feeling inside of you was getting the best of you.
You were getting excited over the small things, like this. Maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t been sexually active. Or the fact that you were liking the thought of getting more than just a tattoo tonight.
Everything was creating such a thrill in you.
Opening a door, he let go of your wrist, closing the door behind him. The room was simple, few of his supplies that he probably comes and gets. Like those storage rooms except there were a few furniture pieces. Like a couch, a coffee table, a few chairs and a small table on the corner. It also had LED lights all around it.
“I quite frankly didn’t expect for this to happen” he said, something that made him walk closer towards you.
“But i don’t mind one bit” he added, as you just gulped, watching the way he was hovering over you. “I promise i will be gentle with your new tattoo”
At some point, you felt so dominant. You felt like you had control of the situation. But now it seems like he’s the one that has it. Yet he looks so hot while demanding.
Before you knew it, his lips were roughly pressed into yours, as his hand held the back of your neck, guiding you as he wanted to. The roughness he had was making you wet already. Just the thought of him made you want to close your legs.
God you didn’t think you would feel this desperate for someone. Just the thought of him fucking you lingered inside your mind.
As you both continued to kiss, he placed his hands on your waist, slowly making you walk backwards as you didn’t break the kiss. Before you knew it, he gently pushed you onto the couch, making you sit on it as your eyes went up to him.
It didn’t take long for him to start taking his shirt off, his pants following right after as the only view was him in his boxers. And that hard bulge that was more than noticeable to see. He was just as turned on as you were.
“You know” he said, coming closer towards you as he suddenly went on his knees. “I think you wanted this as much as I did” he said, pointing his finger in your thigh as he started doing small circles.
Yes you did.
Something about him created this sensation inside of you that you couldn’t avoid. It was strong enough for you to be sitting on this couch, with him almost on your legs.
“What makes you think that?” you asked, as he just chuckled. He slowly started coming closer towards you, his hands going to the side of your hip as the sound of your zipper was heard.
He was unzipping your skirt.
“Because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped me long ago” he added, slowly pulling the skirt down as you just watched him do it. Not complaining about a single thing because he’s right.
“I guess we are both equally as sexually frustrated” he said, as you helped him pull the skirt all the way down, now being just you in your underwear.
“Luck is on our side” you said, as he chuckled, pulling you closer towards the edge of the couch making you gasp.
Before you could say anything else, he hands were already busy, grabbing onto the hem of your panties as he started to slowly pull them down. Teasing you in a way.
He knew you were as turned on as he was, so he wanted to make you wait. He wanted to see you suffer the desperation and you weren’t far from admitting it. Once your panties were on the floor, his eyes went onto yours.
Looking deeply at them as he slowly spread your legs, creating a playful grin on his lips. One that's making you annoyed.
He was enjoying all the teasing he was doing, you could tell. But fuck were you becoming desperate.
Just as you were about to tell him off, his mouth made quick contact with your clit. Something that shut you up completely.
“Shit” you said, cursing under your breath as his tongue started going up and down your folds. Creating all such lustful thoughts inside your head.
To think your first tattoo would go like this. First it was the bravery you had to have done such a tattoo. It was something that you weren’t thinking of doing.
And second it was now having the person who did your tattoo in between your legs. It just seems so hard to believe. But it happened. If you would’ve known about this then you would’ve come here much earlier.
“You are my favorite guest” he said, as you just chuckled. Throwing your head back as the sound of laughter soon turned into soft moans. Until you felt pleasure all over your body.
He continued to lick your folds, as he then inserted his fingers inside of you, creating a new sensation inside of you. This burning feeling inside your stomach.
“I’m going to cum” you said. As you started arching your back, something that made Taehyung bring you closer towards him.
You kept trying to prevent him from getting closer, trying to push his head away as your orgasm was coming closer and closer. But he wasn’t letting you, it only made him pick up his pace.
“Cum for me” he said, as you felt lost. All thoughts gone, it was just your moans and the sound of his mouth on your entrance. It only brought you closer and closer towards the edge.
“Shit” you cursed out loud, as you soon came. Heavy breathing, you lay down on the couch, something that made Taehyung pull you back up.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he said, his voice low and deep. Something that made you look up at him, watching as his lustful eyes looked all over you.
You watched as he hovered on top of you, slowly kissing you on your neck all the way down to your stomach. As if your first orgasm wasn’t enough, you were already aiming for another one.
Even though you were already out of energy.
“I will make you want to come back for another tattoo” he whispered, as he stood back up, taking his boxers off as he immediately grabbed the condom from the side.
Once he was done, he pulled you up from the couch, making you yelp with how hard he pulled you up. And soon enough he turned you around, his body pressed against yours as you could feel his already hard cock.
“Let’s fix what you made” he whispered beside your ear, bending you down onto the couch as both of your knees went onto the couch, making you hold yourself by the top of the couch with both hands.
Giving your ass two slaps, he grabbed his cock with his hand.
“Let’s see how well you can take my cock” he said, as he started placing his cock in your entrance, making you grip onto the edge already.
“I can take it” you said, as he scoffed, and with that he pushed his cock in. He didn’t even wait, he just fully thrust himself inside you.
“Shit, oh my god” you were quick to say, feeling your walls pulsing at the sudden stretch. He was big. Just the way your walls needed time to adjust was enough to tell you he was.
You never wanted sex as much as you want it right now. No regrets and no going back.
“Please move” you said, as he was quick to obey. Slowly pulling his cock out as he slammed his cock back inside of you. Making you shut your eyes.
He continued to do that until you were literally begging him to go faster. You wanted him badly, it wasn’t even funny anymore.
You wanted every single part of him, you wanted him to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. If he could break you then might as well be it.
“So needy, huh?” he said, picking up his pace as the sound of his hip hitting your ass echoed through the entire room. Your moans didn’t fall behind.
“Fuck yes i am” you admitted, not even needing to lie since he even knew it himself. Not that he wasn’t in desperate need of having you. Just seeing you was enough to turn him on. And right now he wants to do it all.
“Then i will fuck you like you deserve” he said, as he continued to slam his cock inside of you, making you grip onto the edge of the couch. Eyes shut as you just moaned out. Moaning his name and all curse words you could think of.
Just this moment itself was having you on your knees. You don’t know what it really was. Whether the built up of the moment, or him eating you out until you had your orgasm. Or maybe because this would be your second orgasm.
Something had you begging him to fuck you harder. Just the way you might be bruised on your ass later wasn’t even a bother. You wouldn’t go this far to have sex with someone. You wouldn’t do this much. Sexual frustration is no joke.
“Taehyung” you moaned out, as you felt a pair of kisses on your back. “I will fuck you like this more often”
“Please do” you said, feeling the knot about to burst. And just like that your second orgasm was coming. But this one was harder than the first one. It would have you out of energy for sure.
“I’m going to cum” you said, your knuckles turning white from how tight you were holding onto the edge of the couch. “So am i”
“Cum around my cock” he said, slapping your ass in the process. And before you knew it, you did. You came around his cock. Making you almost fall forward from how weak you felt. But he was quick to hold you up.
“I’m almost there” he said, thrusting into you a few more times before he came inside the condom. Fully filling it up as he cursed under his breath. He held you up with both of his hands on your hips. Watching as you were fully dazed.
“Damn I went that hard? Sorry” he said, slowly placing you down onto the couch as you couldn’t help but chuckle.
You weren’t just out of energy, you were also tired. Your legs felt weak. He really went all out on you and you don’t regret it. You wanted it like this.
“That was the best sex I have had” he admitted as you nodded in the process. “Same here” you quickly said, laughing right afterwards.
“We have to do that again” you said, looking at him as he tried to lay down with you, something you gave him some space for.
“Oh we have to” he quickly added.
After a few more laughs you fell into a deep sleep, something he quickly brought a blanket for. Covering you up with it as he laid down beside you.
And even if there wasn’t much space, he still found it comforting wrapping you in his arms and having you close to him.
He didn’t know you much but after this it will all change.
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purple person ; kth
pairing: kim taehyung x afab!reader
genre: angst, fluff, a bit suggestive in the end
tw: mentions of body-shaming, mentions of hurtful comments, reader is self-conscious about her physical appearance, mentions of a breakup;
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Kim Taehyung is utterly in love with you.
He tells you every day - it’s the first thing he tells you when you wake up in his arms and the last thing he whispers into your ear at night as he hugs you, one arm around your waist and nose buried in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. He also loves to tell you when you least expect it - he loves to see your cheeks and ears turn red when he whispers those three little words on your lips right before he leans in and kisses you.
Taehyung loves you - you’re sure of that. You never once doubted him - never in all the years you’ve been together. Even when he has to leave for months due to his busy schedule and tours all around the world - he’d always find a way to make you feel loved and appreciated. He’d send you cute selfies with sweet captions just to tell you how bad he’s missing you - how much he misses sleeping next to you, how it’s not the same, to fall asleep on a cold, lonely hotel bed.
Taehyung loves you and he always finds a way to show it - that’s why you trust his judgement when he tells you he’s ready to announce your relationship to the whole world. You’re taken aback at first - how could you not? It’s a huge deal, and you’re a bit scared to take such a big step, but Taehyung makes you feel safe and loved and appreciated, and you trust him.
He announces it through his social media’s stories while he’s on tour - posting a couple picture you took months before. It’s a nice picture, but you don’t exactly look the cutest - though Taehyung claims it’s his favorite picture of you. He says that whenever he misses you, he scrolls down his camera roll to look for that specific picture to ease his low spirits - your smile is so bright and contagious. He’s kissing you on the cheek as you do the “v” sign with your fingers - it’s definitely his favorite picture, you both look so genuinely happy and in love, happier than ever.
You’re not ready for what happens next. As predicted, the news of Kim Taehyung - a member of the world’s most famous kpop group - spread fast, and so do the comments. There’s who’s happy for you and congratulates with the idol, and there’s who isn’t but doesn’t spread hate.
Then - there are those comments which you really shouldn’t read, because deep down you know it’s all bullshit. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you’d started going out with Taehyung - you knew he was worldwide famous and that dealing with fans isn’t always a pleasant and easy matter, and you definitely knew you weren’t as perfect as all those idols people shipped him with.
Though - you weren’t expecting to receive that much hate for your physical appearance.
Why does it matter anyways? Why are people so damn obsessed with one’s looks? Why would they comment such hurtful shit just to make one feel bad? What do they even gain from doing that? It’s mean and pointless.
You know you’re chubby - you don’t need haters to tell you that. You are perfectly aware of the way you look, and you’ve never really felt self-conscious about it - you didn’t think it played an important role in your relationship with Taehyung.
Apparently, it does to some people.
Taehyung’s not really aware there’s a shitstorm involving you - he has a busy schedule and has no time to go check what people are saying online. You don’t tell him anything either - you don’t tell him about the hurtful comments about your looks and how people had been body-shaming you since he’d posted the picture. You don’t talk to him about it - you don’t want him to feel bad about it, after all it’s not his fault.
But the days pass and the mean comments just won’t stop. A few people even recognized you at work and started gossiping about you with their coworkers. How isn’t he ashamed of her? or She looks so big compared to him! are just a few of the comments you’ve heard so far, and the truth is - you’re starting to believe them.
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When Taehyung comes back home from tour, the first thing he does as soon as he enters your shared apartment is lean in for a kiss - he doesn’t expect you to turn your head so that he ends up kissing your cheek instead of your lips.
“Why won’t you kiss me? Are you mad at me, jagi?”, he jokes, but immediately notices something’s off with you.
You’ve been distant lately, replying late to his texts to the point he thought you were deliberately ignoring him. He hadn’t minded - brushing it off thinking you were just too caught up with your job or something.
“Taehyung…”, you take a deep breath, not ready to voice out your thoughts - but you have to. “We need to talk.”
His eyes widen and nods weakly. He thinks you’re about to give him sad news or something, he’s not ready for what you’re about to tell him - and neither are you. As soon as you utter those five words, he feels as if somebody had just punched him in the guts. We need to break up, you said.
“Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny, jagiya.”, he lets out a nervous laugh, but returns serious when you don’t laugh along. He feels his head spinning as he’s trying to process your words.
Break up. Why would you break up with him? Does this mean you’re not happy with him, that you don’t love him? The mere thought’s enough to make tears well up in his dark chocolate eyes, so tired from the international flight and from the jet-lag.
“I’m serious.”, your voice quivers - you’re on the verge of tears, too. “We need to break up.”, you repeat, but it doesn’t make it any easier for Taehyung to hear.
“Why?”, he asks quickly - too quickly. He needs to know what’s wrong - he needs to know whether it’s something that can be fixed, that he can fix, because he can’t bare the thought of not being yours.
You don’t answer him, and he insists, repeating the exact same question - voice broke.
“Because we’re not meant for each other.”, is all you reply.
Taehyung’s sure he never heard something more absurd and ridiculous than this. You’re not meant for each other? You’re his fucking soulmate! He was sure of it since he asked you out on a date and found out you were just like him - he had never felt this way before. You complete him, you’re the person who makes him the happiest, you’re all he really misses whenever he’s outside the country.
“You’re lying.” Taehyung states, though a couple of tears escape from his eyes. He doesn’t wipe them off, and you don’t do it for him, which makes it even more real. You’re breaking up with him. “If you’re really doing this, if - if you’re breaking up with me then give me the real reason. I deserve to know the truth.”, his voice trembles and he even chokes on his own words.
He does, he deserves to know the true reason you’re leaving him. It’s the least you can do - after all the years you’ve spent together, you owe him at least that, honesty.
“It’s about the comments.”, you don’t look him in the eyes as you speak. “It’s true - what everyone’s saying. I don’t deserve you. You’re… you, and I’m just, well, me.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”, he argues - anger replacing the sadness. How could you say something like that right to his face? How could you decide who does and doesn’t deserve him?
“It’s supposed to mean that your fans are right.”, you swallow the lump in your throat. “You should be with one of those stunning models or- or actresses or, I don’t know, someone like you. Someone who’s perfect.”, you whisper the last words, and a few tears fall from your eyes as well.
Taehyung’s shocked - too shocked to speak. His girlfriend - the love of his life is now sitting in front of him, telling him she wants to break up. Telling him she doesn’t think she’s worthy of his love, telling him she isn’t perfect. That’s bullshit, Taehyung thinks, because he’s sure you’re perfect - inside and outside - and that you’re the most beautiful he’s ever seen. And he’s seen a lot of women - but they don’t stand a chance compared to you.
“How can you say that, jagiya?” Taehyung’s tone is much softer now, and he brings his hands to your face - gently cupping it as he wipes your tears off your face with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re perfect.”
You shake your head as a no, and it pains him to see you so torn. “I’m not.”, you cry harder. “I’m so… big compared to you - you’re so fit and handsome and I…”, you hiccup “You should be ashamed of me.”
“Ashamed of you?” Taehyung repeats - hoping you’d realize the absurdity of what you’ve just said. Ashamed, pff. As if Taehyung didn’t talk about you like you put the stars in the sky, as if he wasn’t desperately whipped for you. “Jagiya, are you out of your mind?”
You shake your head as a no once again.
“I’m not ashamed of you, jagiya. How could I be?”, he rhetorically asks. “Jagiya, anyone who commented those stupid shit is not a fan of mine and they don’t care about me - otherwise they’d just be happy for me, that I found my soulmate. Trust me, I’m going to give those haters a piece of my mind.”
You snap your head up to meet his eyes as soon as the word soulmate leaves his lips.
“You’re my soulmate, jagi.”, he repeats, placing a soft kiss right on the tip of your nose. “You complete me, my love, how could you think you’re not enough for me? I’m the one who’s not worthy of you, my sweet love. My sweet jagiya.”, he grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, gently kissing them.
“Don’t say that.”, you scold him.
“But it’s true.”, he argues, leaving a series of chaste kisses all over your hands and wrists - all the way up to your forearms. “You’re my purple person, jagi.”
“I’m your what?”, you ask him with furrowed eyebrows.
“My purple person.”, he repeats. “It’s a person with whom you instantly click - the first person you truly love. It’s you, jagiya, it’s always gonna be you.”, he doesn’t stop kissing your skin all the way up to your arms and shoulders until he reaches your neck. He places a soft kiss there, then reaches your lips. “Can I kiss you, my love?”, he asks for permission.
You nod, and he places his lips on top of yours - they’re a bit salty from the tears.
“You’re not leaving me, jagiya, are you?”, he asks once he pulls away from the kiss. “Please, tell me you’re not leaving me. We can make this work - we’ll figure everything out like we always do, yeah?”
You nod again, and this time a happy smile spreads on his face. Oh, how you’ve missed that smile…
“How could you be insecure, my jagiya?”, he rhetorically asks, before pecking your lips once again. “How could you think I don’t love your perfect body?”
His hands travel all the way down your neck and shoulders to your wrists. “How could you think I don’t love these perfect arms? The arms that hug every night, the arms I want to feel wrapped around me all the time, holding me tight?”, he leaves a series of kisses all over your arms once again.
Then, his hands move to your thighs - one of your biggest insecurities. Taehyung notices the way you tense up as soon as his fingers brush against your clothed skin. “How could you think I don’t love these thighs, hm?”, he hums. “These perfect thighs - I fit so perfectly in between them, it’s like they were made for me, how could I not love them? They look so fucking hot - it doesn’t even matter what you’re wearing.”, he continues to praise you.
“Taehyung…”, you whisper, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he doesn’t stop.
His hands travel all the way up to your waist, gently squeezing it. “And your waist, jagiya. God, your waist.”, he bites his lips. “Why would I not love your waist, hm? Fucking perfect.”
His hands are now on your tummy, and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches in your throat as soon as he places his hand on your stomach - hidden by an oversized t-shirt. He lifts the fabric so that his fingers can brush against your naked skin. “Is this what you’re insecure about? Your tummy? It drives me crazy, jagiya. Why would you even hide it under this big shirt, hm? This tummy is going to carry our children one day, my love, how could I not love it?”
Your heart is hammering hard in your chest and you’re sure even the tips of your ears have turned red by now. His hands travel upwards, and he cups your breasts in his hands. “Don’t even get me started on these, jagiya.”, he whispers on your lips, leaning in for another kiss.
“Do you believe me now?”, he whispers on your lips as he retrieves his hands from under your shirt. You nod, though weakly. “I’m in love with you, jagiya. You’re my purple person, I told you. I love every single inch of your perfect body - I wouldn’t change a single bit of you, jagiya.”
“Taehyung?”, you whisper, caressing his cheek with your fingers.
“Mh?”
“You’re my purple person, too.”
He grins, then pulls you in for another kiss - this time more passionate, as he lets his tongue brush against your lower lip. “I love you so much, jagiya.”, he mutters between kisses. “Love every single part of you - I feel like you forgot it. Maybe I should remind you how much your body turns me on?”
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Carry Me - Kim Taehyung
A/N: Happy birthday @taeandpuppies
W/C: 1.1K
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Prompts: “Can you carry me to the bed?”
Warnings: Fluff, mention of a spider, cuteness.
Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.
The sun was just starting to set, and the orange glow was slowly filling the room from the large window in the living room, the back door to the backyard was open allowing a cool breeze to fill the room and cool the room down, you and Taehyung were on the couch together with a film playing on the television screen, and you could hear Yeontan barking at something outside, you and Taehyung look at each other before standing from the couch, deciding you should inspect what the commotion was about.
“I hope it’s nothing serious or dangerous,” You say as you exit the house and push your glasses up as they feel like they are slipping off, Taehyung right behind you. You both pause as you see the tiny dog jumping next to a dried leaf that is stuck in the grass and barking at it.
“Well, it’s nothing dangerous,” Taehyung says. “I hope a leaf isn’t dangerous,” You chuckle and move closer to the Yeontan, you bend down and reach for the leaf, only for Yeontan to bark more and jump a little more. “What’s going on baby?” Your eyes suddenly catch something moving next to the leaf.
“OH MY GOSH!” You scream, your heart racing as you pull your hand away from the leaf and instead pick Yeontan up before taking big steps towards the house. “Oh, my fucking gosh, inside, now, inside, inside!” Taehyung could see the panic in your eyes as you practically jogged towards him before moving past him. “It’s not for the leaf, Tae!” Taehyung quickly spins around and follows you inside.
“What, what was it?” He asks as you both enter the house hastily, he shuts the door, even locking it. “Do we need to call for help?” You put Yeontan down on the floor before placing your hand on top of the countertop in the kitchen and moving your other hand to your chest. “Angel, talk to me, please, what is it?” His voice is thick with concern, you lift your head as you take in slow deep breaths to calm yourself.
“It was a giant spider, Tae…” You quietly say, you watch as the concern on his face turns into horror, his eyes widen and his lips part. “That’s what he was barking at…” He quickly rushes towards Yeontan, which causes him to run away from Taehyung, quickly believing it is now a game of catch.
“Tan, are you okay?!” He asks as he continues to follow Yeontan through the kitchen and into the living room, Yeontan happily moves and stays just out of Taehyung’s reach. “Tannie!” You slowly turn and watch as they move around the couch, with the ending credits to the movie now rolling.
“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You call out before making your way into the living room and grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from going after Yeontan. “As much as he loves the game right now, you’re not loving it,” He looks at the ground as Yeontan waits at the end of the couch for him to chase him some more. “He looks fine, it doesn’t look like he got bitten, besides, we would have noticed it if it did happen,” He lifts his head to look at you and slowly nods his head, realising by now you would have seen signs, you would have heard it also.
“You’re right…” He says and moves his hands to your waist, his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you against him, into a tight hug, your arms automatically wrap around him, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him. “How bad did it look?” He feels you shiver against him before he pulls back from the hug, keeping his arms around you loosely. “That horrifying?”
“It looked so scary,” You mumble as you release him from the hug, you sit down on the couch and slouch onto it, suddenly feeling exhausted after the events that just happened. “I feel so tired right now, those things can really suck the energy out of you when you see them!” Taehyung sits down next to you, nodding his head in agreement.
“I didn’t even see it, but I feel tired…” He mumbles, Yeontan approaches you both and presses his cold nose against Taehyung’s leg, causing him to jump and yelp. “OH MY!” You couldn’t help but laugh at it. “It’s not funny, I thought it was the spider…” You shake your head as Yeontan begins licking his leg.
“Well… you locked it outside, hopefully it won’t come inside,” You say and sit upright to glance towards the door that was shut and locked just to make sure. “Otherwise we just surrender the house to it and move somewhere else,” Taehyung nods his head as you lean back against the couch. “Can I ask a favour of you?” The couch shakes slightly as he turns himself to fully face you.
“Hmm?” He hums as he pats the spot between you and him, signalling for Yeontan to jump up and lay between you both. “Anything, what do you need, sugar water for the shock?” You shake your head, softly chuckling.
“No, no, no need for that…” You say before taking in a deep breath. Yeontan jumps onto the couch and quickly makes himself comfortable between you both. “Although, I’m gonna feel bad for asking this, but… can you carry me to the bed?” You lift your arms tiredly and look at him with a tired smile on your lips.
“That really took all of your energy…” He slowly says. You nod your head before lowering your hands and moving one hand to the top of Yeontan’s head to gently scratch him. “Let me go prepare the bed for us then, open it for us and get the television set up there, and then I’ll come and get you, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he gets up and makes his way towards the bedroom.
“Your dad is such a catch, honestly, Tannie…” You say as you gently pet the top of his head. “Really… but you, on the other hand, you’re going to give us both a heart attack, don’t go near those things…” He lowers his head and shuts his eyes. “They’re scary, how are you not scared…” You pet down his body before closing your eyes and taking in slow deep breaths, slowly feeling yourself falling asleep on the couch, your neck would surely be sore tomorrow morning with the position you were in. “Tae…?” You could feel yourself being moved before something soft hit your back, and you immediately knew you had reached the bed.
“Hmm, it’s just me, sleep, angel, I’m just going to fetch Tannie, and then we’ll join you,” He softly says, you hum tiredly, not opening your eyes at all, too tired to even try to open them. You were quickly drifting off when you felt the bed shake gently and a warm fluffy body laying down behind your legs near your thighs before you felt arms wrap around you. “Sleep well, angel,” He softly kisses your cheek and almost instantly you fall asleep.
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Hmm how about Taehyung, 12am and Aftercare
A long day together
Genre: Lovely Smut
Pairing: Dom Kim Taehyung (V) and 💕Sub💕Female Reader
Poisons: BareBack, Overstimulation, Daddy, Clit stimulation, G-spot stimulation, Praising, Dirtytalk, Making out and Nippleplay
You fell onto the bed breathing heavily, Taehyung released your hair for a few moments as he took a few deep breaths, he looked down at you and then gently fixed your hair a second. He gently kissed your back before grabbing your hips and pulling them back up again into position making you whine. “Daddy you said you only wanted a quickie tonight.” You said, as you started moving your away hips already tired. Both of you had already gone five rounds together, but taehyung grabbed your hips a bit tighter and then pull you back to him.
“Please, I know you’re tired but I just need you one more time.” he said before thrusting deep inside you again, you moaned out feeling him deep inside you again. Taehyung slowly started thrusting increasing his speed, then reached down and started rubbing your clit again. “I thought you loved it when Daddy spends extra time with you don’t you?” He asked smiling down at you, “We already spent the whole day on a date together, staying up with me isn’t so bad is it?” He added. You opened your mouth to say something, but taehyung readjusted himself a bit and started thrusting up against your g-spot.
Your moans got louder as he kept your hips still making sure you didn’t squirm out of place. He thrust his cock deeper inside your pussy from the base, only taking it out until only his tip was inside you. His fingertips swirled around your clit faster making you moan out, “Just fuck me I can’t cum anymore.” You said making him chuckle. “Sex feels so much better for me when you’re excited too, it just makes me wanna cum faster.” Taehyung replied before leaning down and kissing your cheek. You grabbed the bedsheets trying to keep yourself tame, until you suddenly moaned out and came again as he continued thrusting into you.
Taehyung moved your head to the side and kissed your lips deeply as he thrust faster. You tried to break the kiss to say something, but he just kissed you deeper sliding his tongue inside your mouth. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and sat up again as he fixed his grip on you again, then started thrusting faster and harder inside making both of your skin slap together roughly. You started squirming trying to get out of his grip, he kept you as still as he could as he felt himself getting closer too.
“Oh my god, I’m fucking gonna-.” Taehyung moaned out and came deep inside you, before laying on top of you gently hugging you. Taehyung slowly thrust inside you, softly fucking all of his cum into you. ”You’re such a precious baby girl and my sweetheart, thank you so much for tonight. I had such a great with you and you did so good for daddy tonight.” He said before finally gently pulling his cock out of your pussy, Taehyung flipped you over onto your back and looked down at you blushing thinking he wasn’t done with you yet.
He kissed your lips deeply again and you closed your eyes kissing him back, then he kissed your cheek and down your neck to your chest. His tongue slid up against your breast to your nipple, he lightly started sucking on it as his other hand started massaging the other one. You started moaning softly as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple, his focus shifting to your other breast and his mouth wrapped around your other nipple. This time his sucking was rough as your nipple was gently being tugged on, he gently stopped then sat up he got up off the bed, then lightly grabbed your hand as you looked up at him.
“You’ve been such a great girl today, let me help you get ready for bed.” He said smiling at you. You grabbed his hand and he helped you up and into the bathroom, both of you got into the shower together, and helped you wash up. After both of you finished you got dressed and fixed up the bed before laying down together, taehyung grabbed the remote and turned the tv on then started looking through the channels. “Look, it's already midnight.” said taehyung, you looked over the clock on the screen and it said “12:00 am.” making you blush a little. “I didn't even know we could go that long.” he before clicking on a movie.
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Like the wind
pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader
genre: smut, enemies to lovers, angst, collage au, rich kid!Taehyung
warnings: slight mention of religion and god
check out chapter 1 here
Chapter 2: Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face
Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. Love and hate are related to each other in a complex manner;they are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. Your blood rushes to your cheeks when someone mentions their name, the heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Every interaction spikes your blood with a dangerous kind of adrenaline, your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.
That’s exactly how you felt about Kim Taehyung.
You can’t quite explain it, but even though you didn’t fancy him all too much, there was a part of you that wanted him near you. The mere mention of his name made your blood boil. Especially after that night.
You’d never felt this way about a person before. One minute you wanted to kill him the other you wanted to fuck him. Was there something wrong with you?
Out of all people, why him?
The thing that had been bothering you lately, the question that has been popping up in your head ever since that day;how did he feel about you?
He hasn’t contacted once. Not a single message, and you knew he could get your number if he wanted to, the thing is, he didn’t want to. If he wanted to communicate somehow, he would have, and that just confirms the thought that has been hiding in the back of your brain, too ashamed to come out because of how embarrassing it would be to admit to such a thing to yourself;that Taehyung only used you for his own pleasure. That he didn’t actually care about you, but only about what you did together. You were another victim that fell for him, and that frustrated you.
“Yo are you even listening to me?” Jin’s voice woke you up from your daydreaming. It was the first day of college, Jin was trying to explain accurately every professor’s background and personality. It was sweet of him to offer to help you out, but you didn’t really need it, especially since you were having an entire inner monologue about how much you fucked up things with Kim Taehyung before the semester even started. “Repeat what I just said” he ordered
“I’ve got to be honest…” you began, but before you could even come up with a poor excuse as to why you had been staring at the empty space for what was probably 15 minutes, Jin interrupted you.
“You weren’t even listening to me!” He whined
“Sorry, I have quite the busy mind” you chuckled and pushed his shoulder hoping he would brush this whole thing away and not ask any questions. “it’s almost 10, I’ve got to go”
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It almost felt like a dream when you took your first step into Hashfield college. You thought you were mentally prepared for what you were about to witness in this school, but you immediately felt your jaw drop when your gaze caught on a striking woman with . . . questionable style. She wore a mink shawl in September, over a thin olive-green dress, and thigh-high boots. Long blonde hair fell in smooth waves, and with her fake eyelashes and large hoop earrings, she was like an ad to the seventies era. And, as if she wasn’t doing her job well enough, she blew a pink bubble and popped it, her eyes narrowing on you like you were the one whose style was four decades too late.
Now, judging someone based on how they dressed for school was not a habit of yours, but the attitude she was wearing along with her outfit was definitely annoying you a bit.
Just by the way she made a grimace at a couple of girls that simply passed by her, minding their own business (an asset very rare for insiders) screamed what type of girl she was.
You know the kind, probably a cheerleader, or a leader in some kind of attention seeking club, popular, possibly had every jock wrapped around her fingers. These type of girls, they never leave high school, they never abandon that mindset, it stays with them. Mean, cavalier, superficial... The kind who doesn’t have a thought stay in her head too long or else she needs a nap. If polar opposites were ever in the same room, it was her and you, undoubtedly.
She was surrounded by 2 fit guys and a red head that was carrying a handbag that matched hers. If she was Regina George then that was definitely Gretchen Wieners.To your disappointment, you watched as a very familiar back approached them. Kim Taehyung. Of fucking course he hanged out with that type of crowd.
The fact that you had to walk passed them to get to your class seemed like a form of torture. You wish the earth would just open in two, and shallow you in. You felt your heart beat faster and faster, and you tried to move quickly to avoid them like they were a bunch of hyenas and you were a sheep whose survival instincts had kicked in. As if things couldn’t get any worse, just when you were about to surpass them, thinking you’ve succeeded in staying invisible and out of Taehyung’s sight, you hear a male voice calling your name
“Y/n!! Surprised you actually showed up. Hope this sight lasts” Jungkook’s voice made a bunch of slurs rush to your mind.
You hated the fact that your gaze immediately met Taehyung’s, as if it was reaching out to him, or even worse, searching for him. He stood there, simply wearing gray nike sweatpants and a white Celine t-shirt, yet you swear he looked a hundred times better than any model you’ve ever seen. He was larger than life in this hallway. Or maybe, this hall was just small? No, it looked like a normal-sized hallway. Ugh, get a grip.
“Hoped you’d chicken out last minute” Taehyung’s indifferent voice ran down your spine, with a strange thrill following in its wake. You’d never admit it, but you had strangely longed for the the alluring feeling his voice gave you.
“Glad that my presence made all of you so excited” you scoffed
“Excited is kind of overselling it, don’t you think?”Taehyung answered almost immediately.
“I’d argue differently” You gave him a look that conveyed;you were definitely excited when you went down on me the other night, Kim Taehyung.
The blonde girl pursed her lips in annoyance when all of the attention had shifted from her to you “Excuse me, who even are you?” She regarded you like someone would watch Animal Planet—like you were another species and possibly dull entertainment.
“I really need to get to class-” You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks when Jungkook’s elbow rested on your shoulder out of the blue.
All these years had passed since the last time you were this close to Jeon Jungkook, however his aura had remained the same. Cold, alarming yet somehow attractive. You caught a glimpse of Taehyung’s eyebrow raising slightly. Almost as if he was jealous “She’s Y/N” Jungkook said “The outsider”
The girl’s face light up in surprise, like she had just met someone from a different planet “Incredible” A judgmental eye look traveled carefully from top to bottom. Your insides were flaming in anger, what was she looking at? “Never seen one so up close before. You’re quite the talk these days.” A condescending smile painted her rich blonde girl face. “I mean an outsider!. In Hashfield? It’s wild”
You swallowed your pride knowing that arguing with these types of girls would only do you harm. You took one last look at Taehyung but the minute your eyes locked he turned his head to the side, as if he was embarrassed to even look at you.
Strange. You’ve never seen him like this before.
“As I was saying, I really need to get to class.” Your tone cold and indifferent, completely masking the wide range of emotions you were experiencing all at once.
•••
You never really understood the way that some people romanticized university life.
In movies and television shows, it’s all soft acoustic indie music playing over the image of some girl reading in a library, and an attractive mysterious guy gazing at her from afar, time seemed to have almost stopped as he was slowly falling in love with her.
Reality was far less idyllic.
Studying at the library was a battle between you and your attention span, the constant whispers exchanged between two annoying friends that weren’t aiding your situation at all, and the long ass paragraphs that became intelligible after four sentences, so you had to restart again from the beginning a few times before you read through the whole thing—still not understanding half of it nonetheless.
After what seemed like an hour of struggling to comprehend the difference between salve and salvete you realized Latin would probably be a bit more difficult than you had initially expected. You got up and paced towards one of the many enormous bookshelves to grab a book called “The modern guide to the not so modern Latin” this should help, you thought.
“You going to stand there and stare at that book all day, or are you going to move? Pretty sure just looking at it won’t win you any points anyway” the smooth, low, familiar voice that left Taehyung’s downturned mouth caught you off guard. You immediately jerked your head up to face him. Messy dark curls fell in his eyes accompanied with unexpectedly delicate features and cold, somewhat impatient gaze.
You blinked at him blankly, your stomach dipped like a tilt-a-whirl. You were finally alone with him for the first time after that night, and just as the smell of freshly baked sweet potatoes with turkey brought you back to a Christmas dinner with your mom and aunt, his cologne brought you back to when he was all over you, kissing your neck. “Pretty sure you’re not getting any extra points for being a pain in the ass either, but hey, look at you” you replied quickly, finding your tongue and only narrowly fighting back the annoyance that threatened to seep into your tone.
He replied by simply curling his lips up slightly, almost as if he was amused by your response. His eyes flickered up to the bookshelf as he peeled his attention from you, probably scanning for some kind of book ad you took a moment to admire his sharp jawline. When he’d finally spotted it, he took a step forward and as if you were the same poles of a magnet, you took one back. He chuckled at your obvious try to avoid him and extended his right hand to grab a book that was titled “Everything and nothing about the history of religion”
“Didn’t have you for a guy that would read this stuff, thought you said you lost God a long time ago”
You watched as he quirked a dark eyebrow “Guess you haven’t forgotten everything about me” He slipped one hand into his pocket as his gaze fell down your body “You know, there’s a lot of time to read in here, and I’ve read it all” he sighted “Talmud, Torah, Quran, Tae Te Ching” he smiled at you “Buddhism, Islam, Judaism, Jainism. Figured if I was looking for God, I should look everywhere.” He made a pause “Came out of that an atheist” he shrugged his shoulders
“Bet that’s a story” you said, gesturing to the book he was holding
“It is and it isn’t. I’m just in the middle of a project right now, besides, history behind religion was always more fascinating to me than the religion itself”
“Oh right, well, that sounds interesting, I’ll leave you to it then” Really? You couldn’t think of a less idiotic response? He just opened up about something clearly personal and you were too awkward to keep a normal conversation flow going? Embarrassed, you took a step to go around him and completely disappear—but, before you could, something grabbed your wrist.
He grabbed your wrist.
His grip felt like a band of fire; rough, calloused fire. A cool breath of fear mixed with something boiling hot leaked into your bloodstream. He stood only a few centimeters away from you, his grip the only thing connecting the two of you.
“Just so I know, are we going to pretend that night never happened?” his deep voice reached your ears
“What?” You breathed, your train of thought lost because of the hand wrapped around your wrist. It wasn’t a hard grip, but it was heavy, firm, immovable. It made you aware of how much smaller you were, how unnerved and out of place you felt. How you couldn’t leave unless he chose to release you.
He took a step closer as he watched you with an inquisitive gaze. Your heart felt close to stopping and your skin was burning up. “Are you going to pretend my dick wasn’t inside your mouth a few days ago?” he lowered his voice and you felt like you were about to pass out.
“I don’t know, are you going to pretend you weren’t in between my legs?” You managed to say and tried to pull your wrist away but he didn’t let you go.
Your pulse fluttered when his thumb brushed your knuckles. A smile painted all over his face like he had just done something he was proud of. “You know, if you want another round, all you have to do is ask”
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You said, breathing out an annoyed sigh as you brushed a piece of hair back from your face “Stop treating me like some girl that’s obsessed with you” you tried to free yourself from his grip “Let go!”
His gaze came back to your face, and you looked at each other for a moment. His grip slipped down your wrist, palm, fingers. The rough pads of his fingertips brushed your softer ones, and made your heart skip a beat. “I don't regret a single second I've spent with you, do you?”
What the hell? That was the last thing you expected to hear from his mouth and you didn’t know how you were supposed to respond. “Is this one of your sick jokes? Pretending to mean all these things when in reality all you want to see is how l’ll react? Because I’m tired of playing this game Taehyung, not this time, not with you.”
“No games” he pulled you even closer to his body “can’t you just listen to me?”
“I would if you talked to me. Do you know why I always need to have my guard up when it comes to you? Don’t you remember how embarrassed I was when you played that whole prank with Jungkook?” You pushed him away “Asshole, what makes you think it’s ok to play with people’s feelings like that?”
Two years ago. Jungkook was the only person you’d talk to, he was kind and seemed to like everything you did. The day after you’d confessed your feelings for him, you found out that the whole thing, Jungkook hanging out with you and pretending to like you, was a whole show Taehyung had put up. He’d made Jungkook do it. How dare he play with someone’s heart like that? What if all this was set up by him as well? You could never be too sure with him.
“Y/n, about that-“
“No. I’m done with you and your excuses. Just leave me alone” You cut him off “That night, I was drunk, and horny, and out of my head. Was it your dick I sucked? Sorry, can’t seem to remember that well, my memory is quite foggy” scorn laced your tone. You were done with him this time, you felt your blood boiling just by looking at him—and not in a good way.
“y/n come on-“
“You know, I really think that alcohol isn’t good or bad. But the version that can come out of me when I have enough to drink…yeah, she is bad. She’s careless and selfish and does things that I would never do sober.” Your tone monotonous, and your heart heavy as you know deep down that what you’re saying isn’t necessarily the truth. But you have to find a way in order to get away from Taehyung, he is bad for you, and you’re scared this whole thing is just another prank he carefully set up for you to fall in. But you knew better this time. “There is…a saboteur inside of me. she did everything that night, got it? And she left me to deal with the consequences of her actions.”
Taehyung pushed you with his body against a bookshelf. His right hand resting next to your head while you tried your best to control your breathing “You’re seriously going to pretend you didn’t love the way my tongue licked every inch of your skin?” His face centimeters away from yours as he stared at you dead in the eyes “The way you moaned my name?” He brought his right knee slightly up, just enough to push against your heat, providing the right amount of pressure to make your tummy tense up. How did he manage to have control over you yet once more? “The way you begged to eat my cum?” he breathed
“Stop…” your tone not very convincing, as you clearly didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. His mere knee was making you wetter than any other man ever did. And you hated him for that, you hated him for being the only one that made sucking someone’s dick enjoyable, so much you’d think about it every single night before you went to bed.
But love and hate seem to have an interesting relationship inside your head.
“Why are you putting on this whole show, when you feel the same things I do?” He placed his lips on the side of your neck, giving it a small and gentle kiss before facing you again “you smell amazing, you know that?”
The impact of his stare found a way to touch your skin. Again, a thing only he could do. The memory of him naked and exposed played on a loop, intense and hot, in your head. Just so you didn’t look like an intimidated little girl, you held his gaze for a breathless second.
Feel the same things I do?
What the hell did he mean by that? He wasn’t suggesting he actually viewed that night as something more than a meaningless hook up, was he? “I don’t have time for this, I need to get back to studying-“
“Studying, yeah” he jerked his head slightly backwards and sighted, and you couldn’t help but stare at his prominent Adam’s apple as it slowly moved. “Feels like I’m talking to a fucking wall sometimes” he took a step back
“I thought you loved walls” you smirked and distanced yourself from him “Next time, maybe don’t ghost me” you said with an indifferent voice, and maybe for a split second you wanted him to stop you one more time, grab you by your wrist and pull you in for a kiss, you closed your eyes and painted that picture in your head. But he never did.
It was for the best. Kim Taehyung was bad news, you knew how he treated girls, made them feel special and unique until he decided he was done with them. You were not going to allow yourself to fall for his little scheme. You caught a glimpse of his eyes, it was almost as if he was annoyed by you, as if you were the one who acted like a pretentious dick all the time.
You hated mornings
You couldn’t possibly describe how much.
Which was weird, considering dawn was your favorite part of the day, but the cold and empty feeling that you got when you first open your eyes is cruel and torturing. No matter how much you’d sleep, you would always feel tired when waking up.
Another reason why you hated mornings was because you had to get ready for Hashfield college. You had to find the right clothes and fix your hair and makeup. Not necessarily because you wanted to fit in but because that would make your day much easier. And it sounds dumb, but that was the case and you had to live with it.
There’s one thing you enjoyed about your dull mornings though, and that was the daily morning gossip call with Mina. She’d tell you everything that had happened last night and it would always make you even more jealous for the fact that you didn’t apply to a normal University outside of town instead of Hashfield. You could feel Mina’s excited voice. She was free. And you envied that.
“Ugh one thing I miss about Outfield is the coffee man, there’s just no competition”
“Uhh yeah sounds awful Mina you wanna switch places with me? Life sucks but at least coffee is bomb so I’d say it’s worth it right?”
Mina chuckled “I'll ignore your usual morning chipper and tell you all about the date I had last night”
You were always thankful for the distraction Mina provided every morning “I’m all ears”
“Okay, so” you could basically hear her smile through the phone “ "I was at the bar the other night and ran into this guy, his name's Beck, and we immediately hit it off, We talked for like, two hours afterwards, and he asked for my number. Few days ago he called and asked if I wanted to go out with him, and I was like hell yeah let's tear up the town. Guy picks me up at my apartment in this sleek ass car, and takes me out to this fancy pants restaurant, letting me order whatever I wanted, I mean this dude is loaded. Eventually I ask him what he does for a living, since he's got cash falling from the fuckin' sky. Apparently he works for the fucking Kim family? Isn’t it crazy how small the world is?”
“The Kim family!?” You repeated, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, the Kim business was booming the last decade, Taehyung’s father might be a shitty person but he is an awesome businessman.
“Y/n… you wanna know what’s even crazier?”
“Well I can’t say no now, can I?”
There was a small pause before Mina spoke again “He told me Kim Taehyung is going to be engaged soon.”
Words wouldn’t come out of your mouth.
You knew insiders were engaged early, basically, their parents wanted to secure business merges by having their kids engaged. It did good for business and insiders didn’t want to get married to outsiders in the first place, so it worked.
But Kim Taehyung? For some reason, you always thought he’d be a different case. He was known for his recklessness and not completely adhering to the rules inside the walls. He’d sleep with a lot of women, insiders and outsiders. He didn’t care about the gossip and he certainly didn’t care about what his daddy would say.
So yeah, in a way, hearing these news shocked you in more ways than one. “Are you sure? How would he know?”
“Talks around the office. You know how these things go y/n, if daddy says it then it’s law”
You hated mornings.
Perhaps, in hindsight, the fifth drink had been a mistake.
He isn't drunk, maybe tipsy, he hates to admit that he has grown a tolerance for alcohol. These many drinks into the evening, Taehyung’s short term memory wasn't up to its usual standards. Standing in the door of the bathroom, Taehyung thinks, 'Why am I in here?' It takes at least five seconds before he remembers that he wanted to pee , he's had five drinks and three glasses of water, and things are beginning to get urgent.
“Come ooooon we only have one fucking bathroom in this whole place” he listened to Jungkook’s stammering voice from the door. They had the same amount of alcohol but Jungkook was having a rougher time than him. Considering he apparently forgot there are two more restrooms downstairs.
Jerking his head back, letting his curls fall down, Taehyung thinks of you.
He wasn’t going to, he made a promise to himself to flick away this attraction he seemed to have for you. It wasn’t doing him any good and he knew things with you should remain platonic for your sake. He wasn’t a good guy, and he liked you enough as a person to keep a disntace before fucking everything up—like always.
Was it a week ago? He recalls that’s the last time he talked to you, in the library. Fuck, he could still smell your perfume in his nose as if you were there with him.
But you weren’t.
You were in that other party with Seokjin and Zed down at Clair’s. Taehyung wouldn’t step foot anywhere near Clair’s house, she was crazy for him and things hadn’t ended up the way she wanted so she made sure to make Taehyung’s life a living nightmare instead.
But right now, all Taehyung was thinking about was how much he wanted to punch the shit out of Zed. That dude was an A class asshole that wanted nothing but get his way in your pants. He knew you weren’t going to give it to him, you were smarter than half of the insiders he knew, but he couldn’t hold his worry back.
“Come ooooon dude I will fucking piss my pants”
Taehyung laughed at the sounds Jungkook was making. He finished his business and opened the door chuckling. “You know there are other bathrooms here buddy, right?”
“Whatever” Jungkook blurred before immediately letting loose of his pants. He didn’t even have the sense of mind to close the door behind him.
Jungkook was a good kid, very misunderstood by everyone. Granted, he was a massive dick to girls, but that’s just because he had his heart broken by his first love, and it’s been downhill ever since.
He was like a brother to Taehyung, he was there when Taehyung’s parents had split up, probably the darkest Taehyung had ever been. But Jungkook remained by his side through it all, and Taehyung knew he’d never meet a friend like Jungkook again.
Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t fight, ever. Except well , this one time.
They fought one time over you.
Jungkook had met you while hanging out with some weird crowds outside of the walls, and he seemed to grow a liking towards you. You had similar interests and hobbies despite the different worlds you two were living in, Taehyung had to bite the inside of his cheek every time Jungkook mentioned your name as if it had honey dripping all over it.
Taehyung loves Jungkook, but he knew he wasn’t good for you, so he decided to lie to you and spread the rumor that Jungkook liking you was a prank.
He was stupid for doing that, but he blames his young age and blinding jealousy for that. He still remembers how offended Jungkook got, but he got over the whole thing pretty quick, at least until he’d found his next victim.
Jungkook was a good kid, but he wasn’t good enough for you, no insider was, including himself.
“You’re kind of off today, Taehyung” Brianna wrapped a hand around his waist “Something on your mind?”
A lot of things he couldn’t talk about, especially with her “Nah, just tipsy I guess”
“Oh my god Bri” Tess laughed at her phone like she had just seen the funniest thing of her life “Isn’t that the new outsider girl? y/n, was her name? Was it?”
The mention of your name made Taehyung look at Tess’s phone screen. It was a video of you throwing up in a vase of flowers with the caption ‘Guess outsiders can’t handle alcohol that well’
“I give her another month before she drops out.” Brianna was as toneless as always “Why on earth would she think that mixing with Hashfield was a good idea? Outsiders are a joke, honestly”
“Why do you care, Brianna? It’s just college, who gives a fuck anyways?” Taehyung interrupted, not even bothering to mask how annoyed he was.
When Taehyung imagined what he wanted from life, getting engaged with Brianna was never on his list. It wasn’t even a thought that occurred, until his good-for-nothing ambitious father decided that the Arden family was doing massive numbers in sales. So what better way to merge businesses than to engage him to the Ice queen?
Jesus, his father was a lost case. Tae swore to himself that he’ll never go through with the deal. His plan was to finish Hashfield College as fast as possible and travel around the world, get far away from the fucking wall.
Brianna scoffed, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous thing in her damn life. “just College?” She eyed him “Taehyung, it’s Hashfield”
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes so fucking much he thought he saw his brain for a second. People like Brianna were not to be reasoned with. “Me and Jungkook are heading to the after party.”
“The after party? I think you’ve had enough to drink already” She lectured him as if she was his goddamn mother, she wasn’t.
“Didn’t know thinking was one of your abilities, you keep surprising me” His tone was rougher than usual but he didn’t really care. Plus the O shaped face she just made was the most amusing thing she’d done all day today. “Cmon Jungkook, let’s go”
•••
If you could get an image stuck in your head forever, it would be Taehyung’s face when he saw you walking out of the bathroom giggling with Zed, heading to find the others downstairs.
Of course, nothing had happened with Zed, he just wanted some help throwing all that tequila out of his system because he drunk a little more than he could handle, which was not much to begin with.
But Kim Taehyung’s expression was painted in your mind. Almost as if he was ready to punch Zed in the face.
Whatever.
What was he doing here anyway? Last you heard, he was at some fancy party with his girlfriend—or should you say fiancé, Brianna.
You don’t remember the last time you actually locked eyes with him since that run-in at the library. During lectures, you’d pretend he wasn’t there, but that only made it worse because you ended up constantly thinking about him. His mere presence was a constant burden. Kim Taehyung was a demon, or the devil himself.
The ninth circle of hell was not in some deep bowel under the earth, it was right here, in front of Clair’s Olympic sized swimming pool. Taehyung removed his shirt and dived in with a couple girls following him soon after. His hair wet and all over the place, locks falling loosely in his eyes, his body shiny under the moonlight and that fucking smirk all over his face. How could a man look this attractive?
“Fucking hell” you hear Celine basically moan.
Yeah, everyone was starring at the half-naked prince of Hashfield. Including you, and he noticed. You hate that he caught you looking
You quickly averted your eyes back to your phone, you didn’t want to give Taehyung the satisfaction of starring at him. Especially now, that he was acting like he had you down already.
“Fuck he’s hot” Nessa’s mouth had more water than the pool itself.
“I know right?” Jess exhaled deeply “Imagine fucking that”
Imagine fucking that
You cursed all sorts in your brain. Of course everyone wanted him. What’s not to like? A mysterious bad boy image, money, the fame of half the world, and soon to be C.E.O of the Kim cooperation. He was THE shit, and the worst part about it;he knew it.
The way he’d glance at all the girls that were eyeing him up and down, he felt the stares and he was feeding off of them.
“Jess your jaw is hitting the ground” Jin teased and in response he got a slap on the shoulder.
Your eyes jumped back at the pool, only to catch Taehyung starring back at you, his eyebrow cocked up, his expression was like an invitation, a dirty one. He watched as you took a sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact for a split second. This had been the longest you had starred at him. His eyes pierced through your soul, and you burned so much that no amount of ice could cool you down.
The devil.
“What do you think about him? Kim Taehyung” Zed bumped your shoulder resulting in that eye contact to break.
“I don’t know. . . Arrogant dick sounds like a nice summary” you faked a smile.
Arrogant dick was one way to describe him, among other things you wouldn’t say out loud, ever.
Zed chuckled at that. “Yeah, I don’t like the dude much either. He’s too lost in his own little fantasy world his good daddy built for him”
Wow, ironic much? Considering that was the case for most people around them, including him.
“It’s not his fault his daddy got money” Defending Tae was not your intention, but that statement was true. Sure, his father was this Hashfield King everyone admired yet feared, but it wasn’t Taehyung’s fault he was born into his family.
“I guess…”
He guesses. As if Zed wasn’t a nepotism baby. Living in the shadow of his family’s wealth. Probably marrying another woman that did the same.
•••
If it was one thing you enjoyed doing in those good-for-nothing outsider parties, it was to stroll around the huge mansions they were held in.
So many rooms that looked more like museums or modern art galleries that no one took an interest in because they were too busy getting fucked up by the jacuzzi or had no taste for such things to begin with.
Your eyes caught an enormous half opened wooden door with golden details on the side. You enter the room to find out it was an office. The place was a perfect square with a blue, stylish couch, a mahogany desk with a couple chairs in front of it, a flat-screen TV, and a minibar.
The walls were concrete, but with the gold and blue oriental rug and nothing but one piece of artwork on the wall, the room was somehow warm and comfortable.
You studied the painting that sat behind a shiny piece of glass. Pastel colors and bold yet refined sweeps of a brush. You weren’t much of an artistic person like your mother, but you recognized the work. You’d watched a documentary about the downfall of modern art. That what we consider art today is a poor example of the talent and heart of art in the past.
“Got lost trying to find the bathroom again?” Taehyung’s voice made goosebumps run down your back.
How did you two always manage to end up in the same places? Manage to read the same books, enjoy the same movies, like the same music? “Stalker alert”
You turned around and met his face. A thick atmosphere hung in the air. “Don’t flatter yourself” he scoffed “I’m impressed that leach Zed isn’t here with you, I thought you two were a package deal” He downed his drink and paced around the room, his attention moving from your eyes to the painting behind you.
“I could say the same thing about you and Cruella de Vil”
He laughed at that. A soft laugh, the kind that could melt your heart. “I can’t tolerate Brianna for more than an hour honestly”
“You’re not that tolerable yourself either”
Taehyung remained silent. His gaze fixed on the only painting in the room. And all you wanted to do was touch him just to make sure he was actually there, and you weren’t dreaming.
You should’ve gotten out of that room the minute he got there. He was trouble, and it was best to stay away from him, but for some fucking reason you found yourself glued there, gazing at him as if he was god himself.
“The Cliff Walk at Pourville” he suddenly broke the silence.
“Didn’t take you for a guy who would have a soft spot for Monet”
He turned his head, his dark eyes found yours and for a moment you felt your head spinning. “My mama was a fan” Your stomach warmed at the deep way mama rolled off his lips. “She had good taste” He laughed quietly. A bitter note showed through, and he wiped his amusement away with a palm like he’d just realized what he’d done. “You know why she liked about The Cliff Walk at Pourville so fucking much?” He clicked his tongue “It looks like the beach surrounding the wall. She said if she could paint freedom, it would look like that” he tapped the painting with his finger sort of aggressively. “And now she is free and I’m left alone in this fucking cliff”
Was that anger in his tone? Or maybe disappointment…? You figure it was a cocktail of the two. For some reason, your heart broke. You knew how much he loved his mum, you haven’t heard any news about her. Kim Taehyung’s father was a mean and cruel man, but how cold does a mother have to be to leave behind her only son like that?
“Don’t you like it here?”
His eyes wondered around the room, almost as if they were avoiding you “I don’t know…I mean it’s Hashfield right? I should be on my knees thanking the fucking God that I get to live inside the wall.” He breathed “The Damn wall”
“I can’t figure you out. I thought you enjoyed all of this…”
His drunk gaze found yours.
And you swear you lost sensation in your legs. He was a statue, something out of this century, maybe he was a reincarnation of Achilles. Or maybe he was not human.
His lips were slightly apart and his eyes were almost sparkly under the light. He smiled and finished what was left of his drink “I’m afraid you will never figure me out”
You rolled your eyes. Even drunk and out of his head he remained stubborn and an annoying know-it-all. “Why not?” You returned the smile, weirdly amused by the fact that his nose had turned slightly red from all that booze.
“I’m a paradox” His eyes tried to fix on you for a minute but soon flattered “I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet ambitious. I don’t like myself but I also love who I am.” He took a long breath “I pretend I don’t care, when in reality I do. I crave attention, yet reject it when it comes my way. Im a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else can”
At that point, every last piece of your armor disintegrated. You felt Taehyung was being genuine with you, for once. He told you something about himself. He let you inside a corner of his brain. There was no pretense, it was just you, him and the Monet painting behind you.
“You miss your mother?” A gulp in your throat, you couldn’t hold this question back.
He exhaled “Everyday”
“You know, I used to think that losing someone went hand in hand with losing a part of yourself. That losing a person close to you was like giving away a little bit of who you are every time you said goodbye. But that’s not always true. Some losses, some parting of ways, are essential for our personal growth. When we burn a bridge, we allow something new to grow from its ashes. Something that wouldn’t have gotten the chance to bloom otherwise. So most of the time loss actually goes hand in hand with a new beginning, a new chance, even if it takes us years to see the change and to realise that maybe it was for the best. With every person you lose, with everyone you willingly let go, you get to know a part of yourself that was hidden before.”
He looked at you carefully as he took the remaining steps towards you. His cologne pierced your nose and nerves played beneath your skin when instead of stopping he came closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer “You’re really something, you know that?”
You pretended this position didn’t effect you at all, but in reality your heart raced from the shock.
“Y/N..” You turned your head to look at him. your breath shallowed when you realized his lips were only inches from your own. His gaze was warm, seeing deeper beneath your skin with each second. “Why are you here?”
You frowned your brows “I just…I like snooping around these big houses, I’m not really used to them. Plus if I have to sit through one more insider small talk I will drown myself in the pool. By the way did you know this house has like six pools? how many do you even need-“
“I mean Hashfield. Why on earth would you come to this place? I know you hate it”
“You’re right” A deep breath “I never wanted to come to Hashfield. It was not this big dream everyone thinks I had.” You exhaled and took a sneak peak of the way he was looking at you. He made you feel like whatever you were about to say was of importance. And it was. “The biggest mistake I’ve ever made was thinking time didn’t exist for me. I was young and stupid and convinced time would bend to my will like reeds bend to the wind. I was going to be a high schooler forever, you know? I had no plans, no dream job, nothing. But for whatever reason, I was always good with school. My grades were always top of the class and my teachers constantly praised me. That’s when my mum recommended that I try out for Hashfield. She really believed in me. No one ever believed in me but she did.”
“You never told her you didn’t want to come here?” He asked, rightfully so.
“I kept the words that could change everything lodged under my tongue, too scared, too shy, too embarrassed to say them out loud. Because what should I tell her? That I’ll reject the greatest opportunity anyone could have? That all the hard work and support she gave me was for nothing?” You sighted “I was going to tell her, eventually, I was sure about it. I thought I could put it off for another week, at least. The week became a month. And then the acceptance letter came and it was too late…Time. I had ran out of time.”
The dim lighting made his eyes look like burnt gold. “I guess one good thing came out of that”
“What?” You asked, already knowing the answer in your head, but you wanted to hear it from him
“We met again”
“We met multiple times outside the walls before, you know”
“Yeah” a faint smile “but that was different” he made a pause “I was different”
Tension crept between the two of you, finding its way between your legs and settling there like a heavy weight. You found yourself thinking about so many things. You wanted to see what was beneath that white shirt. You wanted to know how much little effort it would take for him to hold you down. You wanted to put out this fire inside you that had been there since the last time he touched you. But then. The words escaped your mouth as if they had a mind of their own “I heard you are getting engaged”
His gaze found yours, and the gold blackened around the edges. Your pulse pirouetted to a strange dance. “You heard?” his voice darker than usual
“I’m surprised more people don’t know about it. You’re like a prince around here”
“That’s because it’s not official yet” he exhaled a deep breath “My father is in the midst of some big deal and apparently he wants me to be the seal of it.. He can go fuck himself. I’m not planning to be a pawn in his game.” The anger quickly turned into amusement as he saw your face “Why princess, you thought you had lost me forever?”
With his body pressed against yours, warming you from the inside out, the pull to lean in was a physical thing. A heavy tug, as if he was your center of gravity. You could taste his breath and feel his strong heartbeat.
How easy it would be; to bury your fingers in his hair, to run your hand along his jawline, to meet your mouth with his.
You knew it would be the best kiss you’d ever have.
But you manage to tame that urge. Almost as if the two sides inside of you were fighting and hopefully this time, reason was winning. “Will you let go of me?”
To be fair. You weren’t making much of an effort to free yourself from his grip.
“I don’t want to.”
You loved his voice and the way he said that.
What was wrong with you? “Let me go”
“You’re not very convincing”
“You’re a dick”
“You always say that”
“Cause it’s true”
“Well I guess I’m a dick with a very kissable mouth then”
You cringed at the memory of you admitting he has a kissable mouth. It was true, but he didn’t need to know that. “Remove your hands Kim Taehyung”
Just when he was about to open his mouth and say something -probably very annoying- his phone rang.
“You should take that, maybe it’s your fiancé”
He raised his eyebrow in annoyance and checked his phone. The name on the screen wrote ‘Jungkook’ and you felt your throat dry up from the memories that hit you.
Kim Taehyung was not a good person to you, why were you in his arms?
“It better be important Jungkook” he answered his phone.
KIM TAEHYUNG P.O.V
“Look man, I-I didn’t do it okay? I mean-I mean I did it’s just- I had a lot to drink and Jimin was teasing me, saying I was a pussy and too scared to do it”
He closed his eyes and exhaled.
This couldn’t be good.
“What happened Jungkook. Fucking spill it”
He stared as you reached for your phone in your back pocket. It had been vibrating for a while. Who was texting you so impatiently? Was it Zed? Seokjin?
“I told Zed about the bet. I told him that we made a bet and you won, that you’d slept with y/n. Look man I’m sorry I-“
Your expression turned cold when you read the text messages on your screen. “What the fuck!?” You yelled as you pushed your self away from him. Your eyes slowly turning up, meeting his own. He could tell whatever you read probably broke your heart right there and then
He had fucked up. Big time.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Kim Taehyung?”
Jungkook was continuing his rumble making a half assed apology when Taehyung hangs up the phone. Trying to calm you down “Y/n I’m sorry I didn’t-“
“I knew it…” Your expression was empty, almost cold, Taehyung had never seen you like this before. You were always bright and warm. You were the only person he felt comfortable around, but right now… he could barely look at you in the eyes. “I can’t believe I trusted you. Kim Taehyung. A fucking bet?” You basically growled “Over who gets to fuck me? You truly are your father’s son.” He could taste the bitterness out your mouth when you spat that.
“Y/n… I can explain… please” He needed to explain to you…what? That you were lovely and smart and better than anything he deserved? That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for you?. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on you, to look for you, to need you near.?
Would you even believe him if he did tell you that? He thinks not. And he deserves the way you’re looking at him right now. Like he was garbage, because maybe, he truly is his father’s son. “I’m sorry… you can’t imagine how sorry I am y/n…”
It didn’t matter how much he begged for forgiveness, that look in your eyes told him you were done with him for good. For every step he took toward you, you took two steps back. Every time he thought he’d made some sort of progress, that he’d finally gotten somewhat closer to you, you slipped away again, like a shadow, like the wind, like a ray of light, simply refusing to be captured.
To be continued. . .
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A/N: This is my first time ever posting something like this but I felt like I love to write and just have random drabbles so I wanna post, even if they aren’t good and also this is my first time posting on tumblr so please be patient with me 🙏🏻 this is just gonna be a small Drabble but if things go well I’ll do longer stories, thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Paring: Kim Taehyung x chubby reader
Warnings: Smut. 🔞 no minors!
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“Enjoying yourself?” You voice was smooth and sensual as you ran your hands across the beautiful mans soft brown locks as he was kneeled in front of you, between your legs and devouring you. The room filled with the sounds of your soft moans and his mouth working on pleasuring you. You smiled at how desperate he looked beneath you, gripping your thick thighs, pulling you closer to be able to taste you more. “Tae~” you lightly grip his hair and pulled him a few inches away from your core to punish him for not answering you.
Taehyung wore a desperate look as you pulled him off you, clearly not wanting to stop. You gave him a soft smile as you saw he was breathing hard and his face covered with the mixture of his saliva and your juices. ’God he looks absolutely delicious’ you couldn’t help but to want this man to just take you, but you wanted to keep the fun going.
You leaned forward as you pulled his hair, forcing him to look up at you with a haze look. “Answer when I ask you a question hun, I know you can do that right? You’re a good boy right?” You leaned closer till you found your lips inches away from his. His eyes looking at you and nodding fast “I’m…I’m a good boy” he wanted to kiss you so bad. Everything about you he loved. He loved your confidence, your assertiveness, your sex appeal, you name it, he loved it. Happy with his answer you smile and give his lips a nice lick, earning a groan from him,before leaning back onto the sofa and spreading your legs open again in front of him. His gaze moved back to your wet core, but went back to look at you for approval to continue.
You brought one of your hands down and began to play with yourself in front of him. Spreading your lips and pushing one figure inside to make you moan in front of him.
You could see his eyes were hungry to pleasure you. “Do you wanna make me feel good?” You asked him while still moving your finger in and out of you, making you more wet and leaking in front of him. “Please” desperation was all you could hear in his tone. “I wanna be the one to bring you pleasure” he begged again. You loved seeing him beg like this.
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Wouldn't change a thing | Kim Taehyung
A/N: fluff for @taeandpuppies happy birthday 💜
summary: Thinking back to his confession, surely you could have reacted differently.
Genre: fluff, just pure fluff. (maybe a tiny bit of angst. Blink and you missed it. )
Wordcount: 2.2 K
You've always wondered how love would nestle into you, how love would find a home within you. Sure, you imagined about it, imagined how it would be ur love someone like you've always read in books, you've read in poems.
Was it really possible to have that kind of love find you? Well, yes, yes it was.
To be laying here on these baby blue sheets, the comforting yellow walls with the added white and green accesoires displayed all over the room, some may say they would end up running with the splash off colour surrounding you but to you, to you it felt like laying in a meadow on an early spring day. The dandelions swaying in the slight breeze, the clouds just drifiting by being in their own element.
''What are you thinking of?'' The sweet sound of his voice would be the singing of the birds, bringing a sense of serenity to you. Turning towards Taehyung, you propped yourself up and looked at him with this beaming smile that he just couldn't resist and pinched your cheek lovingly.
The bed truly felt like laying on a cloud, being in your own world with the one that houses your heart and not having to think of the world below you.
''Just about you and me.'' You shrugged happily, not minding at all he has the flesh of your cheek pinched between two of his fingers, your smile growing just bigger at the action.
Putting the mark between the pages, he laid the book down on the nightstand and instead cupped your face between his hands as his eyes flickered over your face before he just shrugged aswell and left a sweet peck on your lips and patted his chest when he pulled away.
Getting yourself comfortable on his chest, you began to trace little circles on the skin of his shoulder and thought about how moments like these really were everything you have been thinking about before love actually did find you.
Naturally, when you first met Taehyung, you didn't think much of it. Ofcourse, he was kind, he seemed to be understanding and way more patient than you innitially thought he would be. You were careful about feeling affection for him, thinking nothing more than just being friends. You didn't even dare to imagine if he could fall for you but naturally even with the protected armor you couldn't help to fall for him fully and surprsisingly you were proven wrong on one summer night that love actually was infront of you all along.
''Remember the day when I laughed it off when you told me you loved me?'' You looked up at him, now picking at the hairs that were growing on his chin, Taehyung sighing loudly at the memory of that torturous evening for him.
''How can I ever forget..''
Giggling at his reaction, you thought back to that moment. How you looked at him suspiciously once you entered the car and he looked way too nervous based on the way he kept on picking his nails and almost running red lights. ''I do not have a drivers license but I think we would be more safe if I drove..'' You told him after telling him to park the car right at the parking 50 meters ahead. (You were thankful you spotted that one. )
''What is going on, Tae?'' It didn't seem like he was listening, his eyes looking around frantically and you were getting concerned at his behavior. Was someone following him?
Reaching out, you grabbed a hold of his hand and places a reassuring hand on his cheek, letting him know you were there and that it was okay. ''If you want me to get out, I-''
''No!'' the sudden loudness of his voice made you jump in your seat, your hand falling at your side, shocked at this strong reaction.
Shaking his head, Taehyung gulped and held onto your hands this time. ''No-'' He began, ''No thats not.. thats not it.'' He has never felt this nervous to be honest. This moment of baring his heart out to him was not something that he thought would be this scary. What could happen? A rejection would hurt for a little while but after that he could move on. There would be a 50 percent chance of a yes too.
Laying your hands on your lap, he dropped his head into his own and let out a little scream and took in some deep breaths. You watched this all with amazement, many, many questions visible to read of off your face.
''Taehyung, you can tell me, you know I will not jud-''
''-I love you.'' Again he interrupted you, but this time you were left flabbergasted and fully speechless as you openly gawked at him. The silence in the car that followed after was killing for the poor man that was sweating buckets right now, chest heaving up and down as if he ran a marathon at full speed.
You however wasn't even noticing the silence as your mind was jerked awake at that confession, going through every script you once imagined but this particular one did seem to be written now and you were unable to come up with an answer and just stared at the poor man waiting what felt to him like centuries.
So you did what you did best when it came to these moments -A habit that you somehow picked up from your best friend, and you were gonna strangle her later for that- you laughed. You laughed.
Maybe it wasn't even laughing anymore, it sounded like cackling to you and being the idiot you were, slapped his leg and told him he shouldn't joke like that but the way his face fell and his eyes seemed to be shimmering in the dim streetlights had you stopping abruptly and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you opened and closed your mouth but you were unable to come up with any word, let alone sentences and just watched how he fully seemed to be turning away from you.
''Wait.'' Ah. You finally seemed to have found your voice and you were startled by it, to be honest and tried it again, this time a bit softer.
''You- you were serious? Love as in love?'' You found the words one by one and hesitatingly asked wether he truly meant it but afraid of his rejection (ironically), you were approaching him carefully.
''Ofcourse!'' The sudden harshness of his voice made you wince but you suppose you deserved that. ''Why would you think I was joking, y/n, I-'' Closing his eyes, Taehyung rubbed his eyes in exhaustion and turned himself towards you again, open to a conversation, a discussion or whatever it would be. ''This is not laughable, I basically layed my heart in your hands y/n''
''Laugh.. Oh.. Oh! Fuck me, really.'' Now it just fully dawned upon you, that you actually laughed, you actually laughed right when the man you love too, basically confessed his own feelings to you all because you were unable to comprehend his words.
''Its not- I didn't mean- I love you..'' Now it was your turn to hide your face in your hands, slapping your own cheeks multiple times and muttering how stupid you were and how you didn't mean it and that you definitely were gonna strangle your friend
This however, made Taehyung chuckle, watching how you were having a breakdown over yourself was kind of amusing to him, only because you did break his heart but he was slowly becoming hopeful based on your reaction and you words, catching some of the sentences you mumbled out.
Once you came back to your senses, you peeked at Taehyung through the gaps of your fingers and the hint of a small smile gave you some courage to face him.
''Taehyung. I apologize for reacting like this. I promise this is not what you think it is..'' You started off, nodding at your own spurt of thoughts, choosing your words carefully now.
''It is not?'' Taehyung questioned, leaning back into the seat and just simply watched you look for words. He might wanted to make you sweat just a little now, but his hammering heart into his chest was telling him, he did need an answer and quite quickly otherwise he was definitely gonna faint.
Shaking your head quite aggressively, you reached for his hand and squeezed them with all your might as if he was gonna walk out any moment. "I actually cant believe it. That's why I laughed. I- I didn't know how to react." you bow your head in shame, stuttering and trying to apologize in every way you could think of. There was no way, you were going to let go of this man just because your mind was shortcutting thanks to his confession.
''Okay.'' That one word did put fear into you and somehow your mind once again decided that there was one thing left to do and that was-
Gripping his biceps, you looked up at him with determination dripping from your face, your expression stern as you nodded and Taehyung's eyes widened at the sudden moodchange. ''Uh, y/n..'' The hint of amusent was clear in his tone of voice but all you could focus on were his lips, going through every scenario you might have daydreamed about once and how this would end, yet when you didn't come up with anything this time around aswell, your mind was set and you pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his.
Okay, Taehyung was now 99 percent sure he was gonna faint. The softness of his lips he only could have imagined up until now, had his heart doing cartwheels and he was unable to move for a few seconds what to you this time around did feel like forever. Guess the tables were turned.
It didn't take long for Taehyung though to back to his senses, especially when he felt your grip loosening around his arms and did what any sane person would do, he cupped your chin and moved his lips against yours, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss needing to let you know this really was what he wanted.
If you could actually think in that moment (let's face it, you havent been doing that for atleast 15 minutes now) you would have asked him if it was okay to kiss him, but alas here you were just doing without any thinking.
Your own heart was now the one running a marathon when you felt him stiffen against your grip and when he didn't kiss you back, you were ready to apologize a million times more but the moment you were about to pull away the gentle hand of the man across from you, blacked out the many thoughts you were having now and calmed down your racing heart to a calmer pace when you felt his lips move against yours.
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''I still cant grap the fact that you laughed.'' Taehyung laughs in disbelief still, playing with a strand of hair as he thinks back at the memory of pure shock.
''But somehow I still managed to get you.'' You prop up your chin on his chest, poking his lips and wiggle your eyebrows at him. ''It somehow did not scare you away, didn't it? '' He scoffed at that, dropping the strand of hair and flicked your forehead instead.
''Or-'' Taehyung begins, a smirk forms itself on his lips and pulls you even closer with his hand pressed against your back, tracing your lips with his thumb while licking his lips as he thinks back at the way he had you pressed against the passenger seat right after that kiss.
''- Or your kissing game was just too good, your lips clouded my thinking and you just reeled me in like this.'' Taehyung taps your lips before he bends down to kiss you just like how you kissed eachother the first time. Minus the not thinking part this time.
''I also remember you wacking the back of your friend's head when I brought you home.'' Taehyung chuckles, laying back down against the pillows, moving his hand over your back . ''It was really funny how she looked at you all confused while rubbing the back of her head.''
You let out a shriek of laughter, the way she just stood there dumbfounded when you kissed her cheek afterwards was something you always teased her with until this day still. ''Yeah, somehow it left an impression on you so I should thank her too.''
Taehyung hums, and feels how you lay yourself back down on his chest, together listening to the quiet of the evening and enjoying the last sunlight of the day that shines through the window.
Did he imagine something entirely else when he made up his mind to confess to you? Yeah, no one would think the other would laugh and not at all being a reaction of disbelief. He supposes that he wouldn't change of thing if he could go back in time and confess in a different way. Not like that was possible anyways, you were you and he loved you just because of that.
Besides he absolutely adores your laugh. It's truly like the blooming of cherry blossoms. A sight to behold.
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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au [COMPLETED] masterlist
“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”
maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.
© 2022 | eleni_cherie
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— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, slowburn, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l
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COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY THE SONG “LONELY HEARTS CLUB” BY MARINA.
PROTAGONISTS:
KIM TAEHYUNG AS HIMSELF; SINGLE DAD
SARAH HYLAND AS CASSANDRA; SINGLE MUM
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.
DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))
DEDICATED TO MYSELF BC I REALLY WANTED A GOOD TAE SINGLE DAD AU BUT COULDN’T FIND THAT MANY LOL. AND TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC!!
CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL:
polaris ✨ bts • kth
private affair ✨ ksj
8 mile ✨ myg
among thieves ✨ bts • pjm
a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg
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pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: angst (unrequited love)
wc: 0.3k
a/n: i decided to start posting some drabbles that have been on my drafts for too long. most of them are really short and probably don't make much sense, but that's what helps me sleep everyday. english's not my first language, i won't apologize for eventual grammar mistakes (i proofread every so often, though). thank you for reading, bb! drink water!
for whatever reason, your friends wanted to play with those heartbeat detectors one of them had in their house. you were the calm and collected of the group, so even if they didn't aim at you first, you just knew they were planning something fishy. breaking you was a challenge after all. you just didn't want to do something embarassing in front of your crush, taehyung. on the other hand, your friends were well aware of that fact.
then it came, "y/n, i dare you to fix taehyung's eyeliner without exceeding too much beyond your current bpm."
you know they didn't mean any harm, but you didn't have time to tell them about your confession three days ago. your failed confession. and how since then he started kind of avoiding and putting some distance between you two. your bpm raised a little with the dare, but as you approached him, it dropped suspiciously fast. they couldn't hide their frown. you were the only one to notice how tense he was.
"i won't be long, i'm sorry", you said, taking the opportunity to lean your knee between his legs on the chair for support. taehyung's kept silent and closed his eyes after a couple seconds of staring.
that would be your only chance to touch his skin softly, to look at him without feeling guilty. too bad you didn't care anymore, "i don't care if you don't like me back, i can get over that," you said almost in a whisper, finishing the other eye. you could feel taehyung's breathing falter, but not even that could affect someone who's already broken. "just don't go around acting like i'm some kind of creep. that's pathetic, and i'd rather not ruin our friends' mood with this situation. get yourself together."
then you got back to your standing posture, satisfied with your work. you turned around to see their stunned faces, bringing a proud smile to your own, "so, how did i do?"
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Kim Taehyung in my dreams P.1
(First of all, I want to clarify that I live in a country where to say hello, we give a kiss on each cheek).
I was putting on a play in my school auditorium with some classmates.
When I was done, I walk down the stage and there were BTS (all of them). Naturally I start to greet them, but when I got to Taehyung, he gave me two kisses on the lips. Me and the rest of the group members looked at him in confusion and I could even hear Namjoon saying "Man, that's not how it is."
He had definitely been the victim of cultural shock.
I was a little petrified, but I decided to take it with humor. I grabbed Taehyung's face and kissed him on each cheek to show him what it is like.
Fun fact: I remember that his face, despite being shaved, pricked to the touch.
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12. Kiss on the Nose
Prompt #12 from my 76 Kisses to Valentine’s Day writing challenge! The two songs mentioned in this are Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade” and The Drifters’ “Save the Last Dance For Me”, though you are probably more familiar with Michael Bublé‘s cover of it. Happy belated Taehyung Day <3 And Happy New Year!!!
taehyung x gn!reader, implied that he’s an idol but reader isn’t, longterm relationship fluff, ~2k words
76 Kisses Masterlist
Rain patters on the big windows in the living room that lead to your small balcony. The balcony was barely able to keep a small table and matching chair without feeling overcrowded and like something was going to fall 30 stories to the bustling road below. Despite that, you loved the apartment you lived in. Partially because it was a *really* nice apartment and it was the first time you've lived in such a nice place. But mostly because it was the first apartment you and Taehyung shared together. It was a mutual decision to go for this place, something about the wide windows and dark wood floors made the two of you feel at home. And it is home. Anywhere with him is, really.
There were a lot of changes that the both of you had to make, going from living alone to living with each other. One change you haven't really minded was the increase in jazz that you listened to together. Over the past few months, you've discovered that there are different sub-genres within the overarching jazz genre itself. Of course, you knew that in a tangential way. The way that you know wolves are big, but until you actually see a size comparison, you don't realize just how massive they are. From hard bop to big band and everything in-between, you and Taehyung would listen to it all.
Your standing Thursday Date Night was followed by Friday Jazz Night. The two of you would either stay in and listen to some old favorites, or you would go out to jazz clubs and get to enjoy the live improvisation. Something you found that you liked about jazz is that it was like a sunset; no live songs ever really sounded the same as before, just like no sunset is really ever like the one before, nor would it be like the one after.
(When you told Taehyung that, he gave you his signature boxy smile and couldn't help himself from kissing you. You found it wasn't an issue.)
Today was Friday, but it was raining. Even though you've gone out to jazz clubs in the rain before, something about tonight just craved to be a stay-at-home-and-drink-tea kind. Not that that was an issue either. The two of you were often busy throughout the rest of the week, even despite the standing date night, and going out just… It seemed like a hassle. And you might selfishly want his (mostly) undivided attention, so it's a win for you either way.
The rain against the window provided a lovely background to Glenn Miller, the artist of tonight, and his “Moonlight Serenade”. You were curled up in the corner of the couch with a blanket your best friend had made for you last Christmas, snug next to the arm of the chair. Your tea was sitting on the side table, the smell of Earl Grey lingering in the air around you. In your hands was a well-worn copy of your favorite book, being read for what was probably the millionth time if you were being honest.
Taehyung was on the opposite end, leaning back against the arm of the couch. One of his legs was bent at the knee, the other was under the blanket, resting against yours. Every so often he would nudge you gently, a reminder that the two of you were there together. He was working on something on his tablet, bouncing the end of the tablet pen off his lips mindlessly. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he took when he got home from work, and the parts that were dry were curling, making him look like he just got out of bed. The messy curls were one of your favorite hairstyles of his; he just looks so comfortable and casual. It was also very soft and fluffy, something really soothing to run your fingers through while you work on something and he just basks in the attention.
(You joke that you don't need to get a cat to keep Yeontan company when the two of you are out of the house; Taehyung is enough of a cat already. You still kind of want a cat, though, but maybe eventually you'll get one. Definitely when you move into a bigger place, when you'll have space for everything that a cat needs.)
You start to hum absentmindedly along to “Moonlight Serenade”. It may be cheesy, but that song is one of your favorites. The way it gives such a sad but romantic aura, like the widow’s walk on old costal houses. You miss how Taehyung’s eyes flick to you, all thoughts of whatever he was doing leaving his mind. You’re so engrossed in the plot you know forwards, backwards, and upside down that you miss him pulling his leg out of the blanket and standing up.
“YN,” he calls, setting his tablet down on the other side table. Taehyung walks over to you, a small smile on his face. It does nothing to hide the slight mischievous glint in his eye.
“Yeah, Tae?” You ask, not really paying attention to him. You flip the page, eyes traveling over the words you know so well.
“Come dance with me.”
You finally look at him, the lamp in the corner of the living room (the only one that was on in the apartment) shines on him, making him almost glow in a way. You force your eyes to meet his instead of checking him out. “Ehh,” you say, planning on messing with him just a bit, “I’m very cozy here with my blanket and book, babe.”
He narrows his eyes slightly. Challenge accepted, it seems. He takes a few steps closer to where you were sitting and plucks the book from your hands. He closes it, but not before folding down the top corner of the page to mark your spot. Just like you do. One day he’ll stop surprising you with how well he knows you. Today is not that day.
“Taehyung!” You whine, frowning at him. “I was reading that.”
“And you have before,” he retorts, setting the book down next to your tea. “C’mon,” he says again, “dance with me.”
You let out an exaggerated sigh, holding up your arms. A metaphorical white flag of surrender. He lets out a small laugh and grabs your hands, pulling you out of your little blanket cocoon.
“No,” you complain, “my warm blanket!”
You get to your feet regardless and he pulls you to his chest. He looks down at you, smirking. “What? Am I not warm enough for you?” One hand lets go of yours and slides to the small of your back. The other brings your joined hands into the air around his shoulder height. Your now free hand comes up naturally to his shoulder. You can feel the heat of his body through the cotton T-shirt.
“Hmm…” you pretend to think for a moment. “Nope!”
Taehyung ducks down, kissing the tip of your nose before capturing your lips with his. It was a chaste kiss, but you still feel your breath catch. A few seconds later, you part. “How about now?” He asks with a smug look.
You bury your face in his shirt, suddenly shy from his actions. You can feel the vibrations of his laughter against your forehead. The two of you fall silent, just swaying to the music. You end up turning in a slow circle. You adjust your head so, instead of hiding in his shirt, you rest your head against his shoulder.
“Moonlight Serenade” starts again and you murmur, “Did you put this song on repeat, Tae?”
“No,” he replies, “I just queued it up a few times.”
“Why?” You breathe out a laugh at his silliness.
“Because I know you love that song.”
The humor drains away from you. You can feel your heart warm at his words. He queued a song several times just because it was one of your favorites. God, this man…
“Oh,” you say. You squeeze his hand, “Thank you.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he squeezes your hand back.
Silence joins your dance once again, and somehow your swaying circles has started to lead you across the room. You aren’t sure who starts humming first (though you’re pretty sure it’s you. You could never turn down “Moonlight Serenade”), but soon enough both of you are humming along with the band. The clarinets matching with your voices in a beautiful way. You’re not sure how the night could get better than this.
Eventually the song ends, as all are ought. The piano at the end trills up and fades out, leaving you and Taehyung alone. The only sounds now come from the rain hitting the window, the fabric of your clothes as you move, your breathing synced with his. And, most comfortingly, the sound of his steady heartbeat under your ear. At this point, without you fully realizing it, the two of you have shifted positions. Your hands have come up around his neck and his are together by the small of your back. His head is resting on yours. You feel like you’re in a ballroom dance scene from some European period piece. It’s not a bad feeling in the slightest.
After a little while, you start to hear what might be words. You aren’t positive until it actually does turn into words. It still takes you a bit to figure out what song he is singing quietly. Part of it is because of how neither of you were too inclined on breaking the silence. The other part is because once you figure what song he’s singing, you realize he’s singing in half the speed it is originally.
Once you realize the song, his voice finally goes just slightly above a whisper. You can hear the warm notes of his voice so clearly from where your head rested on his chest. “But don’t forget who’s taking you home, and in whose arms you’re gonna be.” He leans away from you, just enough to be able to look you in the eye. One hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly over your cheekbone. One of your hands follows naturally, holding his hand to your face.
He tilts your head up and all you can see is Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. You’re not sure if you’re ever going to be able to look away from his eyes. “So darling,” he continues, almost dropping the tune and simply speaking, “save the last dance for me.”
He doesn’t finish the song. You don’t give him a chance. You rise up slightly on your tiptoes and kiss him. You hope that he understands the emotions you’re feeling, all of the love and happiness and admiration that’s roiling in your veins. Despite the emotion you put into the kiss, it’s soft… gentle. It leaves you both breathless.
You pull away, and your eyes flutter open slowly. His open slowly as well. You both smile, involuntary giggles leaving your mouths. Once you get yourself under control, you continue the next few lines of the song, following the same speed he sang at earlier.
“Baby, don’t you know I love you so? Can’t you feel it when we touch?” You pull his hand from your face and intertwine your fingers with his. Your hands swing and you give him a playful grin. “I will never, never let you go,” you squeeze his hand, “I-” You pause, realizing the words for the next line. You didn’t think about the first line you sang, really. You were still riding the sparkling high of the kiss. But now… now it hits you. Can you finish the line? Do you feel that way about him?
You take a breath and can see the light concern starting to cloud his eyes. Yes, you decide, you can. You do.
“I love you, oh, so much,” you sing and watch his expression turn slightly dumbstruck. “So don’t forget who’s taking you home…”
He picks the song up again, his voice mixing with yours the second time that night, “And in whose arms you’re gonna be. So, darling, save the last dance for me.”
#76 Kisses to Valentine's Day#taehyung scenarios#kim taehyung scenarios#v scenarios#anna and fabi please look away#JaeV#me to myself: jaev isn't real. it can't hurt you#also me: *writes this*#jae.works
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Fuck him! | One shot
Synopsis: An advice your friend gave you, that you might of have heard it wrong. Which made you end up doing the unexpected.
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Warning: Mature language, Mature content.
Genre: enemies to benefit, smut, somewhat fluff
Word count: 3,8k
“I hate him, I really do namjoon. He bothers me so much. What can I even do?” you yelled while getting up from the couch for the tenth time in the short period of five minutes, making namjoon flinch.
Putting your hands in your face, you groaned. Feeling the irritation flow through your whole body. To which was nothing new to Namjoon.
“You can start by calming down” he quickly replied back, giving you a death glare that made you sit back down on his couch.
Kim Taehyung, your biggest enemy. The person you hate with your entire guts. There’s no time when you don’t express the hate you have for him, the amount of annoyance you get whenever you see him, and well he does the same. He always makes sure to tell you and show you just how much he hates you as well.
Taehyung has made it his goal to bother you every single day, every single morning, afternoon and even night time. But you can’t complain, mostly when you do the same. The hatred has been going on back and forward. You both refuse to talk things out, or even see different solutions to the problem.
And no matter the advice, you both have been like this for 3 years. Ever since your first year of college.
And today he just had the greatest idea to spill water all over your clothes in front of so many people, making you look like an idiot and a fool. You hate him, but you want revenge. And for the past 30 minutes you've been bothering your bestfriend Namjoon about it. For him this is normal
You coming to his dorm and talking about how much you hate Taehyung, you asking for advice that you will never take which you end up following your own thoughts. Nothing about this is new to him.
“Namjoon, help me here” you motioned with your hands. He’s tired and frustrated with the same conversation over and over again. He tells you one thing and you do the opposite.
For him you’re like dora. Asking useless and retarded questions when he knows you’ll do the opposite of what he says. He doesn't even take you seriously at this point. Yet he still loves you with his entire heart.
And even if he hates this stupid conversations, for your he will sit down and listen to them even if you never listen.
“Well...I don’t know. Yell at him?” he quietly responded. Making you throw your head back. Frustration flowing through your body. You want to mess with Taehyung big time, making him feel lost and even like the idiot he is.
Something you haven’t thought about before. But you’ve done everything. You have spilled paint on him, got him suspended, cut his hair as well as eyebrows, thrown eggs at him, spilled water as well and more you can’t remember. Just what now?
You need new and better ideas, things that will be far much more mean than all of the pranks you have done to him so far.
“No namjoon, I did that already, I always yell at him. Give me new Ideas.” you patiently waited for his answer. Rolling his eyes at you, he carefully thought about it.
You just want to win, you want Taehyung to say sorry to you in front of everyone. And until you don’t get that, you won’t stop.
Crossing his arms, he stared at you. Giving you an ‘enough’ face. Looking away, you knew exactly what he meant.
You’ve been bothering Namjoon about this for too long. Now thinking about it you feel bad. It’s all you ever talk about with him. Nothing new. Ever since Taehyung started messing with you, conversations started filling with his name. Taehyung this, Taehyung that.
All you have been focused on was what you thought, the desire of winning that you totally forgot about Namjoon and his emotions. What he thinks of this.
Sighing to yourself, you were about to tell him something, but he was quicker than you.
“Just fuck him y/n. Give yourself space” he yelled out loud, standing from the chair as you looked at him with wide eyes. But you only focused on the first part. Fuck him....that doesn’t sound bad. He would stop once and for all. And you could get your sexual frustration off. That's perfect. The greatest idea he has given you.
Quickly getting up from the chair, you gave Namjoon a big smile, one that he found very suspicious. “Thank you! You’re a fucking genius” you smiled, going up to him as you kissed his forehead multiple times, making him smile.
Once you gave him a last smile, you walked towards the door. Confusedly, he watched the sudden change of mood you just had. “And where are you going?” he asked.
“Out” you smiled, walking out the door. Leaving him looking at the door dumbfounded.
You waited a whole week to get ready, to get your plan in action. You didn't bother Taehyung at all the entire week, just stayed quiet, not trying to gain any attention, nor trying to do anything to him yet. To which he found it suspicious, but didn't say anything.
Even though you didn’t bother him he still continued to keep bothering you, making you angry and so ready to prank him, however you kept calm.
Once Friday hit, you knew you were ready. Fucking your enemy wasn't on your list, it was never on your thoughts to begin with. But you don't mind it at all.
Taehyung is attractive, which you sadly have to admit. You know he’s the talk of the town, the guy all the girls want on their bed. The person they want to fuck so badly, you didn’t think of him in that way. The only thing you thought when you saw him was hate. Which you still do.
However, his good looks could be something, but his attitude is another thing. It’s something that makes him look ugly, rotten. So you didn't pay attention to his looks, not when you got his attitude on display.
Although, you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t date him though.
Focusing back on the corner, you kept looking at the hallway and back at the door. Once he enters his dorm you’ll run towards the door and stop him, you'll confront him in another type of way. One that you aren’t used to. And from there you don't want to imagine it, but feel it.
Your heart suddenly started beating quicker than before, the plan had you nervous, scared even. But you were ready, you won’t coward down, you haven’t done it before and you won’t do it now. Once you saw him walking towards his dorm, you felt your palms become sweaty.
Your eyes slowly lingered on him, watching the way he was on his phone, scrolling through what seemed like instagram. For a second he stopped in front of his door, taking his keys out of his bag, and with that he opened the door.
This is your golden chance, the only chance you would have in a while. You’ve been waiting for it. Make your move.
Once he fully opened the dorm you ran up to him. Pushing him inside the dorm with all force, when you and him were inside you closed the door behind you. Good thing he lives alone in his dorm, to which you investigated before doing this.
Turning back to look at who pushed him, you’re met with a surprised look on his face. The way he looked so surprised was boosting your ego, the way his widened eyes stared down at you. Finally you had him on your knees.
Slowly, you started walking closer towards him.
“You really thought you would escape me” you smirked, putting your hand under his chin. With wide eyes he looked at you, not knowing what to say.
This was just making your ego grow bigger. “What are you doing here?” he asked, something you ignored. Slowly he started walking back, to which you walked closer towards him, once you got your aim, you pushed him into his bed. To which he was surprised, not just at your strength but at your dominance and boldness as well.
“What does it look like I'm doing?” you answered, slowly crawling on top of him. Putting your hand on his bulge, making him softly groan.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” you asked, passing your hand softly while he nodded, throwing his head back on the bed.
“You’re crazy” he said, something that made you stop. You are more than aware of how crazy your decisions could be and this one is proving it.
“Yet you aren’t stopping me” you said, unbuttoning his pants as you stood up from the bed pulling his pants down.
What you said was true, he had the choice of stopping you once you entered his dorm, when you pushed him, yet he didn’t. And for the annoyed face he was giving you, you knew he wasn’t going to stop you any time soon.
Once his pants were down, all you were met with was his boxers, to which you bit your lip to, already seeing the bulge forming on his boxers. Something about having him like this was making you close your legs, it was making you already wet without doing anything yet.
It was hot the way he sat up knowing what you were about to do, giving you that stupid smirk of his that made you always want to punch his face, yet right now you just want nothing more than suck him off.
“With the way you act I don't even know if sucking you off is the right way to go” you said, making him look up at you, giving you a small chuckle before he pulled you closer towards him.
“And with the way you act i don’t know if i want to yell at you or fuck you until you can’t verbally speak” he answered back, staring into your eyes for a few seconds before he pulled you into a kiss. A rough, yet needy kiss.
God the way his lips felt in yours were making you desire him already. It was making all kinds of dirty and filthy thoughts appear in your head. The idea of you bend down on his bed while he roughly thrust into you was already making you weak.
Once he pulled away, you motioned for him to take his boxers off, to which he did, not even disagreeing with you whatsoever. Although the only thing you could focus on was the way his cock looked, the way it came out so perfectly.
Going on your knees, you immediately grabbed his cock, sliding your hands on it. You hate to admit it, but he has a fucking big dick, something you didn’t expect. You thought of a lot of sizes but this one was just right.
“You like it, huh?” he cockly commented, making you roll your eyes at him. He always knows what’s in your head and you hate it.
Once you tested the waters for a bit, you finally gave in, putting his cock on your mouth, making him quietly groan. The idea of you sucking him off was not oddly weird, it felt normal. God your sexual desire wasn’t helping this situation.
Although his cock was big, you got used to it. Sliding your hands up and down while your mouth sucked him off from his tip to all the way down, sometimes gagging but you were doing it.
“Fuck” he quietly said, having his head thrown back while you looked up at him, now licking his cock on the sides all the way back to his tip. Your hands were doing a lot of moments, while your mouth was doing something different, both working together to bring him to the edge.
It wasn’t the way his cock was looking that was making you turn on, but the soft sounds he was doing. The way he was groaning at the way you were sucking his cock, it was making you close your legs tighter than before.
Picking up your pace from your hands and mouth, you started feeling him coming to his edge, the way his thighs tighten was giving you all the signs that he was about to cum in your face. There was never a time you let a guy cum in your mouth, the idea of it going into your mouth didn’t seem pleasant.
So you would either tell him to cum in your chest or something else, but this time the idea didn’t seem so bad, until.
“Fuck stop” he said, something you did. Immediately feeling worried. Have you done something he didn’t like?
“Get the fuck up, i want to cum inside of you” he said, standing up from the bed as you excitedly followed his orders. You didn’t realize just how excited you were, until he pushed you into the bed, pulling your pants down, while you took your shirt off.
“Look at you wanting me to fuck you so bad” he said, leaning closer towards you as he started kissing around your neck, leaving soft wet kisses all the way down to your breasts that were nicely hugged with your bra.
“This has to go” he said, pointing towards your bra, sitting up a bit. You gave him enough space for him to take your bra off, to which he easily took it off. Laying back down on the bed, he continued his trail of kisses, giving your breast more than just a kiss.
He started swirling his tongue around them, giving them kisses as he squished them. Once he was done with your breast, he started making his way down on your stomach, giving you soft kisses that were giving you chills all over your body.
He was making all kinds of desires in you, all kinds of thoughts running through your head. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. For the only noise to be heard to be your moans.
When he finally stopped kissing your stomach, he looked back up at you, giving you a faint smirk. His eyes stayed in you, while his fingers played with the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.
“Having you like this is my weakness now” he admitted, giving you a wink before he grabbed your panties, holding them tightly in his hand, something that made you feel shy. “I’ll keep this” he smiled, putting it somewhere on the floor.
“No you won’t” you said, something he just chuckled at. “Maybe i won’t, but i can give them back to you the next time we fuck” he said, bringing you closer towards the edge of the bed. Hitting your clit with his tip, you gasped.
“You’re so wet and just for me” he said, making you roll your eyes even though he was right. You were indeed wet for him, your panties were literally soaked with your wetness. It was embarrassing to admit just how wet and ready you are for this man to fuck you.
Out of all the times you have had sex, this was the first time you were this wet. This ready for someone to just shut you up and fuck you. You were determined and so needy for him. Something you never were, a thought that was never supposed to occur.
And now you are laying down on his bed, with your legs spread for him.
“Turn around” he said, no more like demanded you. He was demanding you to turn around and who were you to not obey?
Quickly, you turned around, your ass being up in the air. Grabbing your hip with his hand, he positioned you closer towards the edge, making you arch your back down.
“I like to go rough” he looked over to you, trying to see your reaction or if you were comfortable with it. Yeah maybe you were the one that came to him already looking to fuck but above that he would still ask for your thoughts. To see if you were comfortable enough.
“So do i” you said, something he laughed at. Exactly what he expected from you. A girl that is stuff in the outside, yet likes to be fucked roughly in bed. He didn’t expect less of you.
“If i would’ve know that, i would fucked you long ago” he said, making you feel these sudden butterflies in your stomach. His words were leaving this weird feeling inside you. They were causing a different type of desire.
Grabbing his cock with his hand, he pumped it for a few times before he started sliding his tip up and down your stripes, hearing your gasping.
Although he was ready to fuck you, he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to play around a little, wanting to see what your reaction would be to his actions.
“Just fuck me already” you irritability said, hearing a chuckle from him. “Oh don’t worry baby, i’ll fuck you for sure” he smirked, aiming his cock exactly at your entrance and without giving you a warning, he thrusted himself inside of you, making you and him gasp.
The way he slammed himself inside of you made your walls immediately wrap around him, while he started feeling the tightness. Shutting your eyes, you threw your face in the pillow.
He didn’t say much, instead he pulled himself out, just to thrust himself back inside you. Filling you up to the brim. He continued to slowly thrust in, making you adjust to his size, and even if he was impatient he would wait.
“Whenever you want to move faster tell me” he said, something you just nodded at, feeling the way his thrust were both slow and deep. Deep inside of you, making your legs already wobbly, that if it weren’t for his hand that was holding onto your hip then you would’ve fallen over.
He continued to move at his pace, and once you told him to go faster his way of thrusting fully changed. What were once slow thrusts inside of you, had nothing compared to the way he was thrusting now.
The rough and fast pace he had was showing you just how needy he was for you like you were for him, the way his hips were crashing onto yours once his cock entered fully inside you. All of this was making you moan louder than you thought you would.
“Fuck, taehyung don’t stop” you yelled onto the pillow, gripping onto the sheets as he continued his on thing, slapping your ass once he had the chance. You were completely lost in the lust, in the desire, in the foggy mind.
All that mattered to you was him, his cock, and the way he was roughly thrusting into you. Nothing mattered more than that. There was no thought that was more important than that.
“Shit you feel awesome” he groaned out, reaching to one of your breaths as he took it with his hand, caressing your nipple with his finger. The knot that had been forming inside of you was ready to burst, to finally explode.
It was embarrassing to admit how close you were to your orgasm, how close you were to cumming on his cock. Feeling him raw inside of you made those birth control pills so much more worth it, it was like a reward for you taking them.
You didn’t think of taking birth control, you thought of condoms better than that, until you decided to try it and did it raw with one of your past exes. The idea of having them raw inside of you felt so much better than a condom.
The sex felt better, the experince was more intimate doing it raw then with a condom. At first there was a fear inside of you, that maybe it wasn’t the right mood or for pregnancy issues, but over time the fear went away.
The sound of your skin and his clapping together, your moans and the rocky bed was what brought you back to your senses. Feeling the way his thrusts become faster because he was going to cum just like you were.
“I’m cumming” you yelled out, gripping even tighter on the sheets as you felt your orgasm approaching, reaching you bit by bit until you came hard on his cock, feeling your body worn out. Once you came, he continued to thrust inside of you, even if it was sloppy he was still going in hard.
“Are you on the pill, i forgot to ask” he said, slapping your ass as you flinched. “I am” you said, barely being able to let those words out. Nodding he continued to thrust inside of you and once he reached his limit he came inside of you, fully covering your walls with his cum that was now mixed with yours.
“Holy shit” he breathed out, kissing your back, as he stood up again. Pulling out of you, he watched the way his cum was dripping down to your legs, feeling exhaustion wash over him.
Picking you up, he carried you to the left side of the bed, placing you down slowly as he made his way to the other side of the bed. He could care less for the mess, or for how sweaty he was, all he cared about was to let you rest.
Pulling the blanket, he covered your body as he covered himself as well. With a sigh coming from him, he pulled you closer towards him, making you groan.
“We are definitely fucking again” he said, making you softly laugh on his bare chest. You didn’t get to see just how well built Taehyung is. The way his body had more muscle than you have seen, not that you pay much attention to his body.
“Are we?” you said, looking up at him as he nodded. “Fuck yeah” he said, making you laugh, while you closed your eyes, his arms wrapped around you, having you closely towards him.
“We can even fuck in the shower” he said, winking at you a couple of times. The idea of having shower sex didn’t seem bad, the only thing there was, it was a public bathroom. A bathroom all the boys in this hallway used.
“No, not that” you said, making him laugh. Giving your head a kiss, he placed his chin on your head, closing his eyes as he started feeling tired.
“Then my dorm will do” he chuckled and with that you both slept away. Crazy to think a plan like this went over your head.
Thank you, Namjoon.
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Taehyung/mermaid GF (gif moodboard 2022)
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When We Hug - Kim Taehyung
A/N: Merry Christmas @taeandpuppies
W/C: 1.9K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!
Prompts: “Sometimes when we hug, I don’t ever want to let go.”
Warnings: Fluff, suggestive.
Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.
You place an ornament on the tree and take a step back to admire it and see if it would fit the spot you had placed, you nod before turning around only to run straight into Taehyung’s chest, his arms instantly wrap around you, and you lean into his hold and wrap your arms around him while laying your head against his chest.
“Tae…” You whisper and close your eyes to take in his embrace and warmth. You turn your head right against his chest and take in a deep breath, his scent quickly fills your lungs, and you can feel yourself slowly growing content and practically melting into him, you lift your head and rest your chin against his chest to look up at him. “You’re home, when did you get here?” He dips his head lower, his nose rubs against yours.
“Just a few moments ago,” He whispers. “I was about to help you place the ornament on the tree, but I was too late,” You move onto your tippy toes, and he lowers his head just a bit more to press his lips against yours, kissing you slowly and softly. Your eyes shut in content as you take in the feeling of his warm lips moving against yours. One of his hands moves to the back of your head and gently holds onto your head to keep you from pulling away for a few more seconds. “I missed you so much today,” He mumbles once he finally breaks the kiss.
“I missed you too,” You mumble. He takes a deep breath as he leans his forehead against yours, taking a few extra moments to be as close as he possibly could to you. “How was your day?” He slowly lifts his head as he takes in a deep breath.
“It was long without you near me,” He says as he opens his eyes. You open your eyes and look into his beautiful brown eyes, the man in front of you is your world, he was practically everything to you. “It was good though, but it’s even better now that I’m here with you,” You slowly unwrap your arms from around him. “About to help you decorate our Christmas tree,” He releases his hold from around you.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” You say, not yet moving away from him. “And glad you’re here to help decorate,” You point towards the box that contained the decorations. “I needed someone to decorate the bottom of it while I do the top half.”
“Not the other way around?” He asks as he steps towards the box. You shake your head and watch as he takes out several decorations before moving towards the tree. “You’re the boss,” He sits down next to the tree and places the items down in front of him before starting to hang them onto the branches. “Aren’t you going to help?”
“Hey, I’m coming,” You say with a smile on your lips. “Don’t tell the boss what to do,” You make your way towards the box and take out a few decorations before making your way to the tree and stand next to him and putting the decorations onto the branches.
“How was your day?” He asks. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help get the box out and help set up the tree,” You glanced down at him and saw him half pouting at the branch he was about to decorate.
“Don’t apologise,” You say. “You know I can handle this on my own,” He hums as he places an ornament on the branch. “It couldn’t help, you had a schedule, I would rather you do the schedule today instead of later…” He nods and looks up at you. “We have next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and so on.”
“You’re right…” He says. “We have our entire lives to take out the tree, and set it up,” He gets up from his spot and goes back towards the box to retrieve more decorations from it. “Can I drag this closer?”
“Hmm, you can,” You say. You watch as he lifts the box before moving it closer to the tree. “Is there a certain colour we need to get more of?” He places the box down next to the tree before looking inside. You hang the last ornament in your hand on the tree branch before moving next to him.
“I think we should get teal, or turquoise,” He says. “That seems to be the colour we need more,” You nod your head and take out an ornament from the box. “We’ll go tomorrow?”
“Hmm, we will,” You say and turn towards the tree. “We need some new lights also, the others don’t seem to work for some reason…” He picks up the lights and inspects them. “I think the wires may have gotten damaged,” He nods his head before putting them back down.
“It seems like it,” He says. “All right, it’s settled, we’ll go get everything we need tomorrow,” You hang the ornament onto the tree before turning to move back towards the box, only for him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug, you immediately wrap your arms around him and place your cheek against his chest, closing your eyes as you take his warmth in once again.
“This was sudden, but I don’t mind one bit,” You say. He gently hums, and you feel him rest his chin on top of your head as one of his hands moves to the back of your head to hold onto you while his other hand is resting on your mid-back.
“You know…” He begins and takes in a deep, slow breath. “Sometimes when we hug, I don’t ever want to let go,” You smile at those words, knowing how much he loved and cared for you. “It just feels… right,” You take your bottom lip between your lips as you wait for him to continue. “Being in your arms, and here with you.”
“Tae…” You whisper and move your face against his chest before you look up at him. “You’re my home, you know that, right?” He nods his head as his brown eyes meet yours. “And the fact that you don’t want to let go of our hugs just makes my heart flutter and grow even fonder of you,” He gently smiles at your words and tilts his head lower. “So you’re aware of how madly, and deeply I’m in love with you also, right?”
“I know,” He whispers. “And I’m well aware angel,” His nose brushed against yours, and you could feel his slow breathing against your lips. “Which means you’re probably also aware of how madly and deeply I’m in love with you,” You slowly nod your head, careful not to bump your head against his nose. “Good,” He mumbles before pressing his lips against yours, your eyes shut for the moment, and you feel his hand on your mid-back slowly move down to your hip before you feel him slowly guiding you backwards. Your back hits the wall moments later, and he slides his hand from the back of your head to your cheek to cup your face.
“Tae,” You mumble against his lips. “Tae…” He pulls back, and silver strings of saliva break off between you both. “Tae…” He licks his lips, making you aware of how warm you felt and how red his looked after the brief make-out session you just had. “Should we… move this to the bedroom?” You watch as he takes his bottom lips between his teeth before releasing them as he begins to smile.
“If we do, we won’t finish this tree tonight,” He says. “Do you want to finish the tree tonight?” You bite the inside of your cheeks as you think everything over, you did want to finish the tree, but you also did want to be as close as possible to him, especially after the kiss just moments ago.
“You’ve just given me such a hard choice,” You say, which makes him chuckle. “I think we need to finish this tree, we need to see how much decorations we need to fill it completely,” He nods his head, and lifts his head the slightest bit and softly kisses your forehead.
“I agree, even though I so badly want to go to the bedroom,” He says. He takes a step back, and drops his hand to your arm and slowly slides his hand towards yours. “Let’s finish this, and then we can head to the bedroom,” Taehyung sat on the floor again and pulled the box closer to him before leaning over it and grabbing an ornament.
“That sounds like a plan,” You say. He hands you an ornament before taking one for himself to place on the tree. This continues on slowly as you move around the tree until it is fully decorated with ornaments and nothing else aside from the tinsel was left in the box. “We’ll add that tomorrow when we have the lights,” You say as you move the box further away from the tree.
“Hmm, It looks good so far,” He says as he stands from the ground. “We did a good job on it,” He moves to stand behind you and places his hands on your hips and his chin on your shoulder.
“We did,” You say. His arms slide around your middle, and you place your hands on top of his. “We work really well together on this,” He turns his head and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Now we need to decorate the rest of the room.”
“Anggeelll,” He whines into your neck. “Can’t we do that tomorrow too?” You couldn’t help but smile. “I think we really should go to bed, and rest up,” His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, and you could feel his hot breath blowing against your neck. “We need to build up our strength and energy for tomorrow.”
“Hmm, is that it?” You ask in a teasing tone, knowing exactly what will happen once you reach the bedroom. “If that’s what you call it, then maybe we should turn in for the night,” You feel him take your hands in his.
“We should,” He says as he slowly turns you to face him in his arms. “Let’s go rest,” He releases one of your hands before slowly turning towards the hallway that leads to the bedroom.
“I have a feeling that rest won’t be what we’re doing,” You say as you follow behind him with a smile on your lips. You managed to shut the lights off on your way out of the living area as he was leading you towards the bedroom.
“We will rest… just not right away,” He says as he glances at you with a mischievous smile.
Just a short seventeen hours later, you take a step back after hanging the newly bought lights on the tree with Taehyung and admire it, he places his hands on your hips as you both admire the tree.
“And now, time for the star,” He says and picks up the star. He turns to you and hands it to you. “Put it on for us,” You take the star and move closer to the tree and reach up, moving onto your tippy toes and carefully placing it at the very top of the tree. “Let me turn on the lights,” He moves towards the switch and plugs the lights in, the tree immediately lights up, and he moves to your side. “We did well.”
“We did,” You say and turn to him. “We did a very good job,” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your height. “We should do this again next year.”
“We should,” He says before his lips press against yours, kissing you slowly.
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H-hyungie? I-I think i'm ready to have a baby with you... (Request for Taehyung) ~
“Are you sure you’re ready to start trying to have one? You know I have a problem with being overprotective with you, and after we find out you are I’m going to be even more protective of you. I’ll also still want to date and have sex with you, even when you’re 8 months pregnant I know you’re gonna be uncomfortable and swollen but I know I can’t keep my hands off you.”
-Kim Taehyung (V)
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tethered pt. 2 | jjk
✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader
✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.
✰ word count. — 10k+
✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, friendship betrayal, mention of drugs/alcohol, smut [ cunnilingus, rough sex, ...idk how else to describe it ] reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.
✰ a/n. long awaited part 2! the amount of love i received from part one was overwhelming and it means to world to meet that so many people instantly fell in love with this couple. another part is already in the works!
✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker @cuntessaiii @nikkiordonez12 @ilikekpop-c @busanbby-jjk @xjjk187 @aloverga @kookcobain @mzeji @bxcndd @hoseokteardrop @canyon-lwt @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @jksteponme @parkinglot-nights @chromekingkong @jk97bam [ if i didn't tag u it's because tumblr didn't allow me to! ]
part one | masterlist | ao3 | buy me a coffee?
“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” Somi is glaring daggers at you upon opening the front door, arms crossed across her chest as she eyes you. Her lips are twisted into a disgusted snarl, you’ve never seen her this upset before.
You swallow the lump in your throat, “Find out about what?”
She cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes at you. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
Fuck, you’re screwed. If there were a list of all the reasons why you shouldn’t have had sex with Jeon Jungkook, the simple fact of him being your best friend’s brother would be number one.
With closed eyes, you let out a relieved sigh. As much as you wanted to wait to tell Somi about hooking up with Jungkook, it’d be an enormous weight off your shoulders not having to hide it any longer. It’d only been a few days since it happened, but you really hate keeping secrets from her.
“How’d you find out?” You question, chewing on your bottom lip.
“My parents told me, duh.”
Holy crap, Jungkook told his parents the two of you had sex? Why the fuck would he do that?
“They did?” You ask, completely bewildered.
“Well, yeah!” Somi finally uncrosses her arms, demeanor completely changing as her gaze softens, “Why didn’t you tell me your sister got engaged?”
Thank God you didn’t elaborate any further.
“Oh! Because they probably aren’t gonna last.” You respond, stepping into the Jeon household once Somi allows you to enter. It’s been a few days since you’ve been here, mostly due to the fact that you were completely avoiding Jungkook.
The empty condom in his trash bin had been plaguing your mind nonstop, you could barely even sleep from how embarrassed you were. Why did he fake his orgasm? What if he didn't fake an orgasm and just shot a blank? Did you do something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? Why was the condom empty?
Seeing him in person would’ve only intensified the thoughts roaming in your head, so you avoided him at all costs up until now. You’d promised the Jeon siblings that you’d finally see Twilight with them and their friends despite not being able to function correctly around either of them.
Somi snickers, following you into the living room. “Ooh, that’s not nice.”
“It’s true, though,” you explain, “she’s still so young, only a few years older than your brother. I mean, can you picture Jungkook getting married in a few years?”
The regret from that question fills you almost immediately.
“Sure,” Somi responds, pausing to greet the eager doberman charging at her. “As long as he finds the right person. He’d get married in a heartbeat.”
You want to ask what Somi’s definition of “the perfect person” would be for Jungkook or the type of girl she’d be willing to set him up with. It’d probably be the unnamed, mysterious redhead you recently dreamed about curb stomping (yikes!).
You don’t respond to this, taking a seat on the sofa when the sudden shout of your name has you flinching. It’s Somi’s parents, excitedly greeting you with open arms as you politely stand to properly hug them. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve seen you! How’s your family? We just heard the news about your sister!” Mrs. Jeon ambushes you with questions, all while cradling your face.
“About how she’s making the biggest mistake of her life?” You half-joke.
Mrs. Jeon playfully waves a hand in your direction as she steps into the kitchen, her husband only a few feet behind. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure the two of them will be very happy together.” She turns to her husband, grabbing his hand, “I just can’t believe Imogen is getting married. I still remember when she first started high school.”
Mr. Jeon sighs in disbelief. “I know,” he mumbles, nodding at you. “You’re up next soon, huh?”
“Maybe she can marry Jungkook,” Mrs. Jeon comments, opening her fridge, “set him straight.”
“Gross, Mom. Don’t wish that on her.” Somi groans in disgust as she plops down next to you.
Well, that answers your previous question.
“We should probably get going, right? To make it in time for the trailers?” You ask.
“Yeah, we should.” Somi responds, tilting her head up towards the staircase, “Jungkook! Hurry up and come downstairs! We’re ready to go!”
“Gimmie a minute!” He shouts back, and a chill runs down your spine. It’s been too long since you’ve heard his voice. The last time you saw him, he was lying naked in his bed; you’re not sure how you’ll survive being around him all night knowing what your last encounter was like.
As promised, Jungkook is sliding down the staircase a minute later and nails the landing. He’s wearing a black Twilight shirt featuring the leading couple, black cargo pants, and, of course, black sneakers. He looks like his usual self until you take a closer look and notice the reddish-black eyeshadow that decorated his eyes. It wasn’t much, just enough to make his eyes pop, and it complimented him perfectly. A second later, you see the black nail polish neatly coated on his nails. You have to blink a few times to ensure this is real life and you’re not trapped in a wet dream.
He strolls into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from his parents before digging through the fridge. His mom clears her throat, crossing her arms at him.
“What?” He asks, retrieving a two-liter Mountain Dew bottle.
“Seriously, Jungkook? The makeup? The nail polish?” She questions, clearly frustrated.
Jungkook cocks his head, unscrewing the soda bottle’s lid. “What’s wrong with it? Somi’s wearing the same thing.”
“Son, you know that’s different.” His father interjects.
Jungkook takes a swig of the soda before responding. “Why? Because she’s a girl?”
“It’s not like that, hon. It’s just…we didn’t make a big deal of it when you first started the piercings, and the tattoos, and the hair dye, but this…it’s a little much. Don’t you think?” His mother asks.
You want to step in and remind his parents that Jungkook is old enough to make his own decisions and express himself as he pleases, but it’s not your place. Instead, you cheer silently when Somi surprisingly interrupts the discussion. “Did you guys seriously force him to come back home just to criticize how he presents himself, or would you rather have a peaceful summer?”
“We aren’t trying to criticize him, Somi. We’re just looking out for our child.” Mr. Jeon responds.
“It’s a special occasion, Dad. Is it bad that I wanted to look nice for—” Jungkook abruptly cuts himself short, quickly glancing in your direction before returning his attention to his parents. “...to go see Twilight with my friends?”
What was that about?
Silence passes, and the three stare at each other until Mrs. Jeon sighs defeatedly and says, “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”
“We will,” Jungkook responds, closing the soda bottle lid and placing it back in the fridge. He heads for the front door, beckoning you and Somi to follow behind. He’s eager to leave the house, quickly swinging the front door open and jogging towards his car.
You and Somi say goodbye to her parents with a promise to be home by eleven before following in Jungkook’s footsteps, who already has the car running. As you wait for Somi to finish locking the front door, Jungkook rolls down his window and shouts, “Hurry up! Let’s go!”
“Will you calm down?!” Somi throws back, rolling her eyes as she finally removes the house key from the lock.
You follow her towards Jungkook’s car, sliding into the backseat as you pretend not to notice Jungkook watching you through the rearview mirror. He wants you to look at him, but you refuse, busying yourself by buckling your seatbelt and convincing Somi to do the same. Once Jungkook is convinced you’re not going to do so much as glance at him, he puts the car in drive and pulls into the road.
Somi talks your ear off in the backseat about whatever comes to mind while you keep your eyes on the window. It’s hard to not notice Jungkook glancing back at you through the mirror at every red light or stop sign, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.
The movie theater’s parking lot is crowded when you arrive; it takes Jungkook a few minutes to eventually locate a spot. A smile is plastered on his face as he parks the car, eager to see some of his closest friends after being separated for months. He informs you and Somi to disregard anything foolish he friends may say, claiming they arrived early to smoke behind the movie theater, so they’re more than likely too high to function properly.
Jungkook shrugs when Somi asks why people do that, shoving his hands into his pockets as the three of you approach the theater entrance. "Some people say it makes the movie experience better."
You want to ask Jungkook if he's ever been high, but you can barely even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone ask him a question. So you're silent as the three of you enter the movie theater, instantly spotting Jungkook's bandmates in the far corner.
Well… Jungkook's bandmates and one other guest.
The bubbly redhead greets you guys first, running up to Jungkook with open arms as if they haven't seen each other in a million years. It makes you want to vomit.
You look away as they hug, directing your attention to the concession stand employee who had already been watching you. His name tag reads 'Beomgyu,' and he resembles a younger version of Jungkook, with the same dark hair and similar lip piercings. His eyes stay on you until a customer blocks your path, and you're back to watching Jungkook reunite with his friends.
"Hey, you were the one at that party, right? With Somi?" The redhead asks, squinting her eyes at you.
"Yeah." Is all you respond with, because why in God's name is this girl talking to you right now?
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Scar," she introduces herself, extending a hand for you to shake.
Somi interjects, grabbing ahold of your wrist while glaring at Scar. "Your name is Scarlett."
She drags you along to the ticket booth, mumbling about how she doesn't like nor trust Scar. When you ask for her reasoning, she responds with, "I don't need one. I just don't like her."
At least you're on the same page about that.
Still, you can't help but wonder why Somi has a distaste for Scar. You have your petty reasoning for disliking her, but Somi (more than likely) has better knowledge of Scar's personality, so whatever reasons she dislikes her could be legitimate.
You're thinking of this as Jungkook orders the tickets for everyone, asking the employee to give him a minute when the friend you recognize as Yugyeom starts tapping his shoulder. "We should go see Saw instead; it just came out."
Jungkook looks genuinely confused at the suggestion. "What? No, we came here to see Twilight."
"So?!" Jaebeom chimes in, eyes red as the devil, "Come on, dude, you've already seen Twilight. Don't you wanna see something new?"
"Fuck no, we're literally in the middle of buying the tickets." Jungkook reminds everyone.
"I kinda wanna see Saw, too."
"Same."
"Yeah, me too."
"I do, too."
Jungkook whips his head around at his sister, "What? Even you?"
Somi scoffs, "Well, yeah! Twilight just seems boring in comparison."
"Come on, guys," the employee interrupts, "you're holding up the line."
Jungkook turns towards you. "Do you still wanna see Twilight?"
Truthfully, you want to go home; but seeing how excited Jungkook was for the movie made you feel something, so you nod. He lets out a relieved sigh.
He moves out of the way to allow his friends to buy their tickets first, slipping his sister cash to pay for hers, which she initially rejects. "I don't need your money," she claims.
"Just take it, Somi. I brought it for you."
From what you can make out, it's enough to cover her ticket and grab something from the concession stand. The pair of siblings may bicker a lot, but it's nice to know Jungkook still looks out for his younger sister whenever he can.
Somi reluctantly accepts the money and purchases her ticket; you watch as Jungkook follows suit, ordering two tickets for Twilight and stopping you from opening your purse. "Don't worry about it."
"Oh, it's fine. I have enough." You reassure him.
Jungkook laughs to himself, "Why are the two of you like this?" He questions, fishing out crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing them to the cashier, who sighs in annoyance, straightening and inspecting each bill before placing it in his register.
You don't know why Jungkook insists on being so nice to you despite your persistence in not speaking to him. A part of you wonders if he thinks this is some kind of date now that the two of you will be separated from the group. It doesn't matter. You don't know why you're overthinking it.
Once all the tickets have been purchased, the seven of you head towards the concession stand. Somi debates pushing herself to the front of the long line, claiming that the theater should make accommodations for those whose movie is starting sooner. Or something like that, you can't really focus with the way Beomgyu is staring at you. You're used to guys always staring, but they tend to shyly look away upon making eye contact.
Beomgyu is quite the opposite, staring you down every chance he gets. Your skin feels hot, and you're suddenly anxious under his gaze.
When the group ahead of you has finished ordering and is heading off into their theater, you're sure to stick close to Jungkook as you approach the counter. Beomgyu eyes him over once before returning his gaze to you. "What can I get for you guys?"
Jungkook takes the liberty of ordering a large popcorn for the two of you to share and doesn't even get mad when you request a slushie instead of a fountain drink. He doesn't let you pay, swatting your hand away when you absentmindedly reach for your purse. "You seriously have to stop doing that." He mumbles, handing Beomgyu the cash.
Beomgyu quickly prepares the popcorn and Jungkook's drink but takes his time making your slushie. He's sure to fill it to the brim, and you're worried it may accidentally overflow and leave a sticky mess. "You didn't want candy or anything?" He questions, handing you your drink.
You shrug, "Maybe Twizzlers, but—"
Before you can finish, Beomgyu is reaching under the counter and sliding you a pack of Twizzlers. "On me."
"Oh, are you sure?" You ask, hesitant to accept the free candy.
Beomgyu sends Jungkook a cocky smirk before he responds, "Yeah, enjoy the movie."
You thank Beomgyu and pretend to not notice the death glares the two boys are sending one another before walking with Jungkook to your theater. "That guy was weird." He comments.
"Yeah." You agree, but it's definitely not true. Beomgyu was friendly and clearly interested in you, unlike Jungkook, who sent you nonstop, draining mixed signals. If his definition of weird is someone straightforward, then you should start going after weirdos.
Once you're settled in your seats in the back of the theater — per Jungkook's request — he clears his throat and says, "So, I tried messaging you on Facebook. Didn't get anything back."
"Oh, sorry. I haven't been using Facebook that much." You reply, hoping your lame excuse is believable enough.
He nods, eyes bouncing between you and the movie trailers playing in the background. "Yeah, I figured." He says. When you don't respond, he continues, "I would've asked Somi for your number, but I didn't want her to get suspicious or anything."
"That's smart." You admit, nodding in agreement.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his full attention to you.
You finally make eye contact, and the expression on his face makes your heart sink. He looks genuinely concerned and confused by your sudden coldness. You hate being so mean to him, but you're too embarrassed to explain the real reason why you've been avoiding him. So you nod and say, "Just a little tired."
It's clear he doesn't believe this; the same expression is still on his face as he refocuses on the movie trailers.
You hate how awkward it feels to be around him now. Never in a million years would you have guessed the two of you would end up like this. A week ago, you would've been overjoyed at the idea of being on a movie date with Jungkook, and now you're considering leaving early and catching a taxi home.
The two of you remain silent as the rest of the trailers play on, and Jungkook immediately sits up in his seat when the lights finally dim and the curtains are pulled back further. He's reticent throughout the movie, aside from a muffled chuckle occasionally; he even side-eyes anyone making too much noise.
You enjoy Twilight nonetheless, agreeing with Jungkook that you do, in fact, dress like Bella Swan from time to time. When he asks if you liked it as you're exiting the theater, you tell him it was very nice and that you hope there'll be another movie.
Jungkook smiles at this, tossing his empty cup in a nearby trash bin. "I'm sure there will be. Maybe they'll even cast you as Bella's stunt double since you already have the clothes."
"Shut up." You tease, and it feels nice to joke with him as usual. You may finally have the courage to tell Jungkook why you've been so distant these past few days.
Saw doesn't get out for another few minutes, so you're stuck waiting in the lobby for Somi and everyone else. Jungkook gestures towards the nearly empty slushie cup clutched in your hands, "You get free refills on that, I think."
You take his word, strolling over to the concession stand. Beomgyu spots you immediately and gestures for you to skip around the line. You shake your head, but he still beckons for you to come over. You feel bad, but the line has gotten longer since you were first here, and you really don't want to wait in a long line just for a refill.
"What flavor?" He asks once you've slid him your cup.
You tell him anything is fine and he gets to work, combining the cherry and blue raspberry flavors. "How was the movie?"
"It was good. The vampire stuff was cool."
"Have you seen Saw yet? It just came out."
"No, I haven't."
"It's so good; if you wanna give me your number, maybe we can see it together sometime."
What is it with guys offering to take you out to a movie they've already seen? You're not complaining; it's just odd.
Beomgyu is clearly interested in you and has offered to take you out. You'd be silly to pass up on this guy just because your current relationship with your longtime crush is at a standstill. So you accept, scribbling your phone number down on a napkin with your name underneath. He promises to call you once his shift ends and that he looks forward to seeing you.
When you turn to meet up with Jungkook, he's gone. You catch him storming out of the theater, hauling ass to his car.
You run to catch up to him, calling out his name and begging him to slow down.
When he finally does stop, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. He gets angry all the time, but this was something completely different. "So you were just using me, huh?"
What? What is he talking about?
"Using you for what?"
"To lose your virginity. You just wanted to get it over with, right?" His voice is slightly hushed now but still loud enough for you to feel embarrassed about anyone passing through the parking lot.
"Jungkook, what are you talking about?"
"You used me to lose your virginity, so when you date other guys you can tell them you've had sex before. Is that what this is?"
This accusation hurts, considering that Jungkook was the only guy you've ever been interested in romantically and sexually. You don't know where this theory originated, but you don't like it.
Jungkook continues before you respond, "I tried reaching out and talking to you, and you just blew me off! And yet, here you are, giving your number to random guys! Am I not good enough for you?!"
"It's not like that, Jungkook!" You don't mean to raise your voice at him, but you can't help it. Both of your emotions were at an all-time high.
"Then what is it like?!"
Here goes nothing.
There are already tears forming as you go to explain yourself. "I didn't reach out to you because…because I was embarrassed."
"You were embarrassed to have sex with me?"
"No!" You yell in reassurance, "No, no, no. Of course not. I was embarrassed because I know you didn't finish. I just thought maybe I did something wrong or didn't do enough."
Jungkook quirks a brow at you, "What makes you think I didn't finish?"
You really hate that he's making you explain this. "I saw the condom afterwards; it was empty."
"You went digging in my trash can to find the condom?" Now he looks more disgusted than confused; this is going so horribly.
"No! I saw it when I went to get my phone off the charger."
Jungkook takes a minute to process everything, scratching his chin in deep thought. You can't tell what he's feeling, but he does look hurt. It makes you regret avoiding him in the first place.
"So, you were prepared to never talk to me again over an empty condom?" Despite his stern demeanor, he's clearly shaking as he questions you.
You want to say no, that it wasn't a case, but you can't bring yourself to lie to him again. So you say nothing. Jungkook nods at your lack of response before turning around and walking towards his car. You remain still, frozen in place, watching as he sits on the hood of his car and smokes a cigarette.
If it weren't for Somi finishing her movie within the next few minutes, you would've walked the entire way home.
This bitch is driving you crazy.
Your older sister, Imogen, is home for a few days to start her wedding preparations. The fake bridezilla persona she's putting on bothers you the most, bursting out in tears at the most inconvenient times or having a breakdown about selecting a theme. Deep down, she doesn't care about any of this bullshit; she's like you about parties or big events.
"This is literally the biggest day of my life, and you're being so fucking difficult." Imogen snarls at you, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You're sitting a few feet away on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window. Despite Imogen's occasional yelling and snarky comments, all you can think of is Jungkook.
It's been an entire week since the movie theater incident. You haven't stopped by the Jeon household not once, telling Somi you fell ill and don't want to get her sick. It's another lame excuse, but she buys it, opting to talk to you on the phone daily until you recover.
You have yet to speak to Jungkook; it's not like you've tried. The idea of messaging him on Facebook and not receiving a response makes you anxious. It's hard to believe you subjected him to the same torture not long ago. It doesn't help that Scarlett is suddenly all over his page, commenting on nearly every one of his posts, writing on his wall, or tagging him in pictures. Your recurring dream of curb-stomping her is back in full force.
You sigh at your sister, "Whatever you say, Imogen."
She waves dismissively at you, "Please, don't even talk to me right now."
You hop off the counter in annoyance and stomp off towards the staircase, mumbling, "Fucking drama queen."
"Language." Your mom warns you, flipping through one of the several bridal magazines your sister has stacked on the coffee table.
Imogen scoffs, setting her mug on the counter. "I'm the drama queen? Whenever I talk about my wedding, you throw a fucking fit!"
"Why are you pretending to care about this stupid wedding and that stupid boy you barely even know?!" You shout back from the staircase.
"If my wedding is so stupid, then don't come!"
"I don't even want to go to your stupid wedding, with your stupid fiancé and your stupid red velvet cake that no one's going to fucking eat!"
This is probably the dumbest fight you've ever had.
Imogen doesn't respond to this, advised by your mother not to and to let you stomp up the stairs in a furious rage. You make a beeline straight to your desktop, waking up the computer with a mouse shake and entering your password.
Facebook is already open once you've signed in, Jungkook's page staring right back at you. You're ashamed to admit you'd been cyberstalking him, but you had no choice. Seeing him in person would've been too much, but you still want to ensure he's doing okay.
There's a new post up when you refresh the page; you chew on your bottom lip as you anxiously wait for it to finish loading.
It's a picture of his dirty Chuck Taylor's perched upon a wooden stool. You recognize the background immediately; he's in the treehouse in his backyard. You and Somi would spend hours up there as kids, giving each other manicures and exchanging secrets; now, you can barely look her in the eye without bursting out in tears. You hate how complicated things have become.
A light tap against your door has you swiveling around in your chair. It's Imogen, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed. "Who's that?"
"Somi's brother." You respond, scrolling to a photo that actually shows his face.
Imogen steps further into your bedroom, squinting her eyes at the computer screen. "Oh, yeah. Hasn't changed much, has he?" When you remain silent, she asks, "Would it be wrong of me to assume he's the real reason why you're so upset?"
You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "You'd be very correct, actually."
She nods in understanding, sitting on the edge of your bed. "So, what's going on? You like him?"
"We kind of like each other, I guess." You mumble. Honestly, you're not quite sure how Jungkook feels about you at the moment.
"And Somi doesn't approve of it?"
You snort, "Somi doesn't know. There was nothing to tell her at first, but things have changed."
"Are you guys dating?"
"No. We actually haven't talked in a week. I may have hurt his feelings."
Imogen nods towards your desktop, “Where is he now?”
You shrug, “Home, I guess.”
She stands, stretching out her limbs. She glances around your room, locates a jacket dangling lifelessly from your doorknob, and tosses it to you. “Let’s go.”
Taking an impromptu trip to the Jeon household had you sweating. What if Jungkook doesn’t even want to see you? What if Somi catches you talking and asks what’s going on?
Each concern you raise is instantly shot down by Imogen, claiming you’re creating excuses to avoid seeing him, how you’re only imagining the worst possible scenarios. You appreciate her overwhelming support but can’t help the nervousness creeping through your body as her car approaches the Jeon household.
“Remember, be apologetic but not desperate,” Imogen informs you, putting her car in park in front of the house.
“I am desperate.” You remind her.
“Well, don’t let him see it. You got this.”
You thank your sister one last time for the advice before stepping out of her car. You’re careful to avoid being seen from windows as you make your way into the backyard; not entirely sure what you’d say if Somi were to catch you.
You scale the tree quickly, silently praying the old wooden steps are stable enough to hold your weight.
You sigh in relief once you’ve reached the top, only to groan at the sight of Scarlett sitting across from you. She looks up from her iPod with a bright smile, quickly pulling out her earbuds as you enter the treehouse. “Hey, stranger! Watcha doing here?”
Her enthusiasm really makes you sick. “Came to see Jungkook,” you pause to glance around the tiny, wooden deathtrap, “but he’s nowhere to be found.”
“He’ll be back soon; went to use the bathroom,” Scarlett informs you, running her hands through her hair. “So, you guys really like each other, huh?”
What? She knows about that?
“Jungkook told you?” You question, trying your best to appear unbothered. You’re unsure where she’s going with this, but you have no reason to trust her.
Scarlett nods, “We tell each other everything. So when he told me you guys weren’t talking, I may have devised a plan to help you come around. You do use Facebook, right?” She smirks
Holy shit, all the posts of them together were to make you feel jealous enough to have a conversation with him; and your sworn enemy was the mastermind behind it. It was all a ploy to get under your skin, and you fell right into the trap.
“You’re a stubborn little thing, though. Didn’t think it’d take you so long.” She comments, slipping her jacket on.
You shrug, “I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”
“Jungkook always wants to talk to you. I don’t mind it, though. You seem good for him.”
Aside from Somi, Scarlett is probably the last person you would’ve expected to be supportive of your relationship with Jungkook. So, to hear she’d been secretly rooting for you behind the scenes nearly gives you whiplash. You almost feel wrong about your dreams of shoving her face into the pavement.
You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “So, nothing is going on between you guys?”
Scarlett grimaces as if you deeply offended her, “Of course not! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute, but not my type. His sister is cute, though.”
Woah.
“Somi? Jeon Somi? You’re into her?” You ask, completely stunned.
“Hell, yes. Hey, do you think you could set us up? Jungkook would never.”
“You do know that Somi can’t stand you, right?”
Scarlett excitedly nods, “I know, it’s kind of a turn-on.”
You hold your hands out to stop her from elaborating any further. Scarlett has surprised you in more ways than one in less than five minutes. You’re sure any new information would’ve made your head explode.
“I’ll…try my best.” You promise; not quite sure how Somi would feel about the idea of Scarlett liking her.
“For what?” A voice interrupts, causing you and Scarlett to direct your attention to the treehouse’s entrance. And there he is, in all his gothic glory.
“Girl talk, none of your business,” Scarlett responds, making room for Jungkook to crawl in.
“Fine. You keep your secrets; I’ll keep mine.” Jungkook groans, sitting between the two of you.
“Will do. I’m outta here. Got a hot date with a box of hair dye. See you suckers later.” Scarlett waves goodbye as she exits the treehouse, reminding you of your promise before disappearing down the steps.
Jungkook clears his throat, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "So—"
"I'm sorry," you cut him off, "I should've reached out and talked to you, but I was just too embarrassed and didn't know how to approach you about it. I really like you, and I wasn't using you to lose my virginity. I mean, you're the only person I've ever been interested in. So, again, I'm sorry."
He sighs, "I understand why you were embarrassed, but I promise it had nothing to do with you."
"Then what was it?"
Jungkook anxiously scratches the back of his head before he responds. "It's just that…sometimes…it takes me a little bit longer to, uh…to finish."
Oh.
"Is it because of your…size?" You can't help but wonder.
Jungkook snorts, "What, you think I'm big?"
"I'm out of here." You joke, faking as if you're about to leave.
"Wait, wait, wait." He stops you, "I was only kidding. I never really thought size played a factor in it, but every guy is different. But, still, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy us having sex. I mean, you had already finished, and I didn't want to tire you out just for my sake."
Knowing he had a perfectly reasonable explanation makes you feel even worse about spending all that time avoiding him. You want to tell him you wouldn't mind him tiring you out, that the idea excites you, but you refrain.
A beat of silence passes, and you ask, "But, I'm sure if there's something that you're really into, then it wouldn't take as long for you to finish. Right?"
Jungkook nods, "I guess."
"Then, what is it? What are you into?"
He coughs, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. "Um…I guess I'm into…roughness?"
Ah.
"That's not a big deal. A lot of people are probably into that."
"I mean, it's fine either way, but I mostly prefer when girls are kinda rough with me. Fuck, this is embarrassing."
"It's not!" You reassure him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me."
Jungkook stares at your hand on his knee before placing his own on top. You twist yours upwards and interlock your fingers, not missing the smile that forms on his face. His bangs have swept into his eyes again, and you use your free hand to move them out of the way. "It was my first time, too, by the way."
You snort, "You don't need to say that just to make me feel better."
"I'm serious," he continues, "I mean, I've gotten pretty handsy in the past, but nothing like what we did."
You shake your head, "I don't buy it. You seemed so experienced like you knew what you were doing."
Jungkook shrugs, "I mean, I'm not completely innocent. I may occasionally watch certain videos and read certain stories from time to time."
Porn and smut. Beautiful combination.
He shakes his head, "You still don't believe me; how come?"
You sigh, memories of the night before he left for college flashing in your mind. How you ran home in tears, how he only responded to Scar's comment on Somi's Facebook post. It almost hurts to think about. "The night before you left for school, there was an opened condom wrapper on your floor. I just figured…you know."
Jungkook nods at the memory. "I wasn't gonna go to the dorms the next day. I was planning on running away, that's why I gave you that bandana. After my parents helped bring my stuff to the dorms, I was gonna put everything in my car then take off."
You're having a hard time processing this information. Why would Jungkook plan on running away? What does this story have to do with the empty condom?
He continues, clutching your hand even tighter. "I only told a few people I was leaving, and there was this one girl who came over to say goodbye. She'd been really into me for a while and was heartbroken that I was leaving. We were about to hook up, hence the condom wrapper, but I couldn't do it."
"Why?" You question.
"Didn't feel right. I wasn't into her the same way she was into me. Just couldn't do it." He explains, eyes staring deep into yours. You believe him; you know he's being truthful.
"What made you decide to stay?" You ask.
"For Somi," he answers, "I couldn't just leave her like that. And for you, too."
Though you've felt it for many years, telling Jungkook you love him is too soon. But you want to, so very badly.
"I'm glad you decided to stay." Your voice is barely a whisper now as you try to stop yourself from tearing up.
He nods, "Me too."
You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, clutching each other's hands. You wish you could stay like this forever.
"I just realized you never told me if there's anything you're into." He points out.
You shrug, "Just you." And it's true: Jungkook is the only person you've ever been interested in. Everything he says and does is genuinely attractive to you.
He drops your hand gently, using it to tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.
You're quick to cradle the back of his head as his hands snake around your waist, deepening the kiss. You move to straddle his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back. He grunts in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. "You—"
"Stop talking." You demand before your lips intertwine with his once again. With one hand on his chest, you reach to grab a fistful of his hair and tug lightly, earning a satisfied moan from him. You're not used to being rough with guys, but you're sure Jungkook enjoys it with the way his erection is already pressing up against your thigh.
Reluctantly, you pull away from him and sit up, staring at him sprawled underneath you in complete awe. "Alright, I'll message you my number so we can text. See you later."
"No! No, no, no. Please don't go." He pleads, holding you in place when you go to stand, "Just stay a little longer, please."
You smile down at him, fighting the urge to stay in the treehouse. "I can't. Imogen is waiting out front. We'll see each other soon, okay?" You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead.
Jungkook nods, fingers drumming against the floor as he watches you crawl out of the treehouse. "Don't be too surprised if I seem extra excited to see you next time." He calls after you.
"Trust me, I won't."
Jungkook is the first boy to ever sneak in through your bedroom window.
He carelessly tosses his backpack in first, cringing when it lands on your carpeted floor with a loud thud. Though you’ve assured him your parents are heavy sleepers, he’s still worried you’ll get in trouble if he makes too much noise and accidentally reveals himself. “Sorry,” he apologizes, wrist gripping your forearm as you help pull him in.
“It’s fine,” you whisper back, “they’re not gonna wake up.”
“Still,” he grunts, using his upper body strength to pull him further into your room. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”
It’s a day after the treehouse incident; as promised, you sent Jungkook your number and spent all day texting back and forth. Despite not being big on texting, you admire how Jungkook likes to keep you updated on what he’s doing and how he checks up on you to ensure you’re okay.
“We’ll be fine, but just in case, I did make room for you in my closet in case you have to hide.” You inform him.
Jungkook stifles a laugh, “Good to know.” He settles himself on the edge of your bed, moving over once he realizes he’d sat on a pile of clothing. “Oh, were you about to shower?”
“I was,” you answer, moving the clothing over to your nightstand, “but I’ll wait until after you leave.”
He has to stop himself from making a joke about joining you in the shower. He nods, leaning down to drag his backpack towards him, “Guess what I got today.”
“What?” You question, legs folded underneath you as you sit beside him.
Jungkook slowly unzips his backpack, careful not to make too much noise before rummaging through it and clutching something in his hand. He momentarily turns his back towards you, clips something to his shirt, then turns back around.
There’s a name tag on his chest now with his name scribbled in black ink and a little star next to it. “A job?”
He nods, “At that music store, Spin City. Need to start saving up before classes start. Plus, I wanna take you out somewhere nice before summer’s over.”
You gulp, “Like, a date?”
“Yeah. I mean, unless… I don’t know. I just kinda figured…” He trails off, suddenly worried he may be scaring you off.
You grab ahold of his hand, “I know, and trust me, you’re perfect, and I want us to be together. But, the night we saw you at that party, I did ask Somi if she would be upset if I was into you. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t mind as long as I talked to her before making a move on you. And, well…”
“We made a move on each other without telling her,” Jungkook finishes for you.
You nod, “Exactly.”
He sighs, “So, I’m guessing that means you wanna wait before we make things official.”
“Yeah. No matter what, I still want to be with you. But it’d be best for all of us to get her on board with this first. Show her how much we truly care for each other, and make sure she’s okay with it. So she knows my relationship with you won’t affect our friendship, and vice versa.” You explain. Jungkook’s eyes never stray from yours, listening intently and nodding at everything you say.
“That’s fair,” he agrees, “It’s a good idea. Do you want me to talk to her? Or for us to talk to her together?”
You shake your head, “She’ll definitely freak out on you; it’s best if I do it alone first, then you talk to her afterward.”
Jungkook leans back against your bed, resting his head on your pillow. It’s funny how different your aesthetics are; he looks perfectly out of place, sprawled on your baby pink pillow surrounded by teddy bears. “When?”
“I dunno,” you respond, lowering yourself until your head rests comfortably on his bicep. “Doesn’t have to be right away. As long as it’s before we move into the dorms.”
“We shouldn’t wait too long, though. It’ll only make things worse.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling you closer to him.
“I know. I’ll have a talk with her soon, I promise.”
You interlock pinkies to solidify your promise and ease his nerves. You hadn’t realized how anxiety-inducing this was for Jungkook as well. The idea of Somi not approving of your relationship had him genuinely worried.
“But, you should know that no matter what—” he starts.
You cut him off, “I know.”
The hands that once purposely dumped slime in your hair are now tugging your panties down your legs.
“Can we try something?” Jungkook asks with a mumble against your lips, your soft blue underwear now clutched in the palm of his hand.
“Like what? I actually make you come for once?” You joke, earning a laugh from Jungkook.
“Don’t worry about me.” He presses another kiss against your lips, “You trust me?”
“Of course.” You respond, sitting up in Jungkook’s bed as he moves backward, never breaking eye contact with you. He pushes your skirt up slightly but pats your hand away when you go to remove it altogether.
“Leave it on.” He commands, bringing himself at face level with your cunt.
You’ve never felt this shy in your life, grateful your bunched-up skirt created the tiniest barrier between having Jungkook see you all flustered. Never had you been this intimate with a guy, especially not a guy you technically weren’t even dating.
His thumb is circling your clit before you have the time to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to do this just for your sake, but the feeling of his fingers pressed against you has you at a loss for words.
“This okay?” He asks.
“Yeah.” You respond, tilting your head upwards to stare at the ceiling.
Before you know it, his middle and index fingers are pressed against your opening, eliciting a gasp from your lips. At your reaction, Jungkook slips his finger into your entrance, thumb still playing with your clit. He insists on being teasingly slow today, wanting to draw out every moment and observe your reaction.
He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow, consistent motion, an amused smirk on his lips when he hears your breathing become ragged. Abruptly, he slips his fingers out of you, moving your thighs to rest them atop his shoulders.
“Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck.” You’re cut off by Jungkook pushing himself forward, placing a sudden kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting in the air. His hand grabs your waist and licks at your slit, keeping you in place as he gently returns your body to his mattress.
His growing erection is the last of his worries, all too focused on dragging his tongue across your cunt. He flattens his tongue, pulling the wetness upward until he’s circling your clit again. In search of something to grab onto, your hands grip the bed sheets until Jungkook reaches forward, moving your hand over to grip his hair.
His eyes are closed when you look down at him, and you swear you can hear him moan as he eats you out. You try your best to keep the noise down out of fear someone will hear, but you can’t help but yell out when he’s back to fingering you, all while circling your clit with his tongue.
Your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face further into your pussy, and he lets out a satisfied groan. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches; everything with Jungkook is so intense. He knows this, eyes fluttering open to watch your expressions. Black eyeshadow is smeared across his eyelids as his eyes focus on your own, hands gripping your thighs as he tongue circles your clit.
His fingers are relentlessly pumping into your cunt now, contrasting against how teasingly slow his tongue is moving. He pulls his mouth away, lips glistening with your arousal, and asks, “You close?”
You don’t respond directly, but the grip you have on his hair gives him all the answers he needs before he’s diving back in. It doesn’t take much for you to come after that, a final kiss pressed on your clit, sending you over the edge and coating Jungkook’s fingers.
Jungkook doesn’t stop there, still continuing to lick and suck your clit until you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.
“Sorry.” He apologizes, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “Was that good?”
“That was literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You respond. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he crawls up next to you. “I should be upset with you, though.”
“What?” He questions, peppering your face with kisses, “Why’s that?”
“I came over to talk to your sister about us, and you distracted me.”
“How’d I do that?”
“Because! You came downstairs in your eyeshadow. Then you were all like, ‘Oh, hey. I cleaned my room; wanna check it out?’” You mimic a deep voice that sounds nothing like his.
“I apologize for putting on eyeshadow, bringing you to my room, and eating you out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
“I guess.”
You both laugh at this as you move to pull your skirt down. “Hey, how’d you realize you like it when girls are rough with you?”
Jungkook shakes his head as the memory returns to him, a shy smile on his face as he glances over at you. “A couple years ago, I was picking on Somi for something. I don’t even remember why, but it got to the point where my parents were telling me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Then, you just started yelling at me out of nowhere, and I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing ever. I was in awe. I really thought you were gonna slap me. Since then, it’s just been a turn-on of mine.”
“Wow. That’s actually kind of pathetic.” You tease.
He groans, “Please don’t say that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”
Laughter is shared between you once again before you lean your head down to rest on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat making you feel calm. A comfortable minute of silence passes before you have to address the unfortunate inevitable, “Somi should be here soon, right?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “within the next ten minutes.”
You sigh, “Next time I come over, I’ll have to tell her about us.”
The next time you stop by the Jeon household, Jungkook has you bent over in the backseat of his car.
His finger digs into your waist as his cock is plunging into you at full force, emptying all the thoughts from your brain. You still haven’t fully adjusted to his size, but you don’t care; the pain of being split open makes you come faster. It feels better.
Jungkook insisted on taking things slow, telling you that you’d need to adjust to his size, but the moment you sunk your dripping cunt onto him, he was under your spell.
Your body lunges forward with every rough stroke Jungkook gives you, hands buried in your hair as he pulls you up against his chest. His hand moves from your hair down to your neck, tilting your head back while applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throat. Your eyes close out of instinct as tears form in the corner of your eyes before trickling down your cheeks. He kisses them away one by one before settling his lips on your neck. You make a mental note to check yourself for hickeys afterward.
You’re coming around him before you realize it, body spasming as you grip the driver’s seat headrest. Jungkook shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; in fact, he’s sped up even faster since fucking you through your orgasm. He lets go of your neck to push down on your back, left hand gripping your waist while the right intertwines your fingers with his.
A few strokes later, he’s finally coming and jokes about showing you the used condom as confirmation.
You shake your head, gesturing for him to pass you the shorts he’d tossed in the front seat. “I can’t believe I let you trick me again.”
“What?!” He exclaims in utter shock, reaching in the front seat to grab your discarded clothing, “How exactly did I trick you?”
“I came over to talk to Somi, but then you were all like, ‘Hey, come look at my car; I just got it washed.’” You playfully roll your eyes, searching around the backseat for your underwear.
“Can I keep these?” He asks suddenly, the most nonchalant expression on his face as your panties dangle from his middle finger.
You scoff, reaching to snatch them from him, confused when he retracts his hand. “I think I will keep them until you talk to Somi. Since it was you who wanted to talk to her first.”
“Then, I guess I’ll get them back tomorrow because I’m definitely talking to her today.”
Except you don’t.
You spent the entire summer sneaking around with Jungkook and procrastinating about having that talk with Somi. It was anxiety-inducing, to say the least, and you had no idea how she’d react. You tell yourself she won’t be upset as long as you assure her your friendship won’t be affected by you dating her brother.
You’re scheduled to move into the dorms within a few weeks, so it’s best to sort things out now before you all live under the same roof, unable to avoid one another. Jungkook doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, he’d given you a pep-talk the day before you showed up at their home.
“She can’t stay mad forever.” He pointed out, eyes sealed shut as you do his eyeliner.
“I know,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, “but that girl can hold a grudge.”
“Right, but this is you we’re talking about. You mean a lot to her, to both of us, actually.”
His words play in your mind as you enter the Jeon household, following Somi into the kitchen. “Baking something?” You ask, a sweet, decadent scent hitting your nose.
“Brownies for some stupid bake sale my parents are having. Help me clean up?” She asks, pouting her lips at you.
“Sure.” You agree, under the assumption that there wouldn’t be much to even clean up.
Boy, you were wrong. It’s like Somi used every dish in the house to make one sheet of brownies. There’s no backing out now; you already agreed to help, and it’d be best to stay on her good side for now.
She gets to work rinsing each dish before handing them to you to load the dishwasher, moving quickly to get everything done faster.
“What a beautiful friendship.” A familiar voice comments; you fight back a smile as Somi groans at her brother.
“You wouldn’t know; you don’t have any friends,” Somi responds, laughing at her words.
“Neither will you, soon,” Jungkook whispers back, groaning when you swat him in the chest. “Any brownie batter left?”
“None for you. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Somi asks, handing you another dish.
Somi takes a break from rinsing off the dishes to bicker with Jungkook for a minute. You tune out from the conversation, dipping your fingers into the leftover batter bowl and gathering the chocolate on your fingers.
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jungkook says. When Somi finally directs her attention elsewhere, Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips before sucking the chocolate off them.
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, nervously glancing behind you to ensure Somi hadn’t seen anything. You swat at Jungkook’s chest for the second time, and he laughs as if you’re being overly dramatic. It’s odd how surprisingly calm he is about everything. His demeanor would have worried you if you didn’t trust him so much.
Jungkook wipes the renaming bit of chocolate around his lips before mouthing ‘Good luck.’ You give him a nervous smile, watching as he slips past Somi and leaves out the front door. You get back to work, making small talk with Somi as you help her load the dishwasher.
It’s now or never.
“So,” you start, “we’re gonna be living together soon.”
Somi smiles, “Finally! God, I can’t wait to have some freedom. My stupid curfew is a major cock-block. Right when things are finally getting good on a date, I have to go back home. So fucking frustrating. There’s literally cobwebs in my vagina.”
You snort, loading the final dish into the washer. “Well, you won’t have that problem anymore.”
“I know. And maybe you’ll even find someone worthy even to date you.” Somi jokes, hopping on the kitchen counter.
“Uh, what if I already have found someone…worthy enough?” You question, pressing a few buttons to get the dishwasher going.
“As if.”
“Somi, I’m serious.”
She sighs, still not buying your confession. “Alright then, who is it?”
“...Your brother.”
A beat of silence passes, and then Somi doubles over in laughter, nearly slipping off the counter several times in seconds. It takes her a minute to catch her breath, clutching her collar for support as she regulates her breathing; even tears are forming in her eyes. “Holy fuck, can you imagine? You and my brother? Jesus Christ.”
“Look, there really isn’t an easy way to say this, but we really do like each other. We’ve been…together this whole summer. Well, not officially; I didn’t want to put a label on anything without talking to you about it first.” You finally confess. The weight on your shoulders doesn’t immediately drop as you expected; it’s like the load has gotten heavier.
Somi has a blank expression as she stares at you, eyes darting around the kitchen as she processes the information. “You’re serious?”
You nod.
She shakes her head, “What kind of friend are you?”
Fuck.
“Somi, please, let me—”
She cuts you off, hopping off the counter and inching towards you. “So, what? All this time, you were using me to get close to Jungkook? Out of every fucking guy on the planet?!”
“No! Of course not! Somi, I never even imagined myself in a relationship with him until this summer, I swear!” Your voice trembles as Somi approaches you. The two of you have never been in a physical fight before, but the expression on her face tells you there’s a first time for everything.
“Oh, really? You expect me to believe that, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that you guys suddenly got together right before we’re all gonna be living in the same building?”
“I know it doesn’t sound great, but—”
“I think you should go.” Somi cuts you off calmly, her sudden change in demeanor shocking you. A moment ago, she looked angry enough to hit you, but now, she seems a few seconds away from breaking down in tears.
You nod understandably, telling Somi to take all the time she needs and to call you when she’s ready to talk.
She doesn’t say a word as you exit her house, and you wonder if you’ve just lost the best friend you’ve ever had.
“I’ve never seen her this angry, Jungkook. I thought she was gonna hit me or something.” You groan, ear pressed up against your phone as you rant to Jungkook.
It’d been a few hours since you left Somi’s house; Jungkook had promised to call you during his break to hear how the conversation went. You’re still shaking as the memories flood you, how your best friend in the world accused you of using her. What a fucking joke.
“She’ll get over it, trust me. Y’know, before I called you, she spent five minutes yelling at me over the phone. Five fucking minutes, and I just took it. She’ll be fine.” He says, following up with a loud slurping noise that suggests Jungkook has chosen to have ramen for lunch.
It’s astonishing how calm he’s managed to stay this entire time.
You flip over on the couch, head resting on the armrest as you stare at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna lose her. She’s a fireball, for sure, but she’s my fireball. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
“I just told you you’re not gonna be without her, okay?”
“...Okay.”
There’s a knock at your front door, most likely from the pizza delivery Jungkook had sent to your house.
“I gotta go. The food is here. Are you still stopping by after your shift?”
“Of course. You gonna be alright?”
“Yeah,” you stand, making your way to the front door. “I’ll save you some pizza.”
He chuckles at that, “You better. I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”
He what?
“You what?” You pause, hand on the doorknob.
“I love you, and I’ll see you later.” He hangs up.
You don’t have time to process his words; the knocking at your front door happens again.
Twisting the knob, you’re met with Somi staring back at you. “Somi? What’re you—”
“I don’t care if you date Jungkook.” She claims, storming through your front door, “If you guys want to be together, then I’m not standing in the way. But I will not be your friend if you date him, so it’s either him or me.”
You follow Somi into your living room, your pulse quickening upon hearing her ultimatum. “Somi, that’s not—”
“Before you choose…as a girl, and as your friend, I have to be completely honest with you.” She sighs, fingers nervously raking through her hair as she sits on your couch. “I called Jungkook after you left, and he talked to me about you guys.”
You nod, taking a seat next to her. “Okay, and…?”
She sighs again, taking your hand in her own. “Everything he’s ever told you was a lie.”
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