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cliffolly · 1 year

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Forever Yours

Pairing: Jin x Taehyung

Oneshot, 981 Words

-> Established Relationship, Angst

Available on AO3

“I want a divorce.”

Taehyung’s words don’t come as a surprise to Jin. If anything, they’re only a small nod to the conclusions Jin was already beginning to draw. The numerous times Taehyung’s come home late after Jin’s gone to sleep and the tepid conversations they dragged on in each other’s presence were more than enough to tell Jin that Taehyung wasn’t about to ask him if they could renew their vows.

Still, Taehyung’s words hurt. They’d been married for, what? Three years now, four in a few months. Jin couldn’t help but wonder what had changed, what had made Taehyung finally speak what they both already knew into the air. They’d been so in love the past five years they’d been together and Taehyung’s desire to end it seemed so unreal to Jin.

However, it wasn’t like Taehyung was the only one to blame or the only one who was considering a divorce. Some odd weeks ago, the thought had crossed Jin’s mind, but it seemed to drastic at the time. Hell, it still seemed too sudden to move to the option of divorce. But at the same time, Jin had put no effort to try to close the growing distance between himself and Taehyung or figure out exactly what was wrong. In a way, perhaps he, too, had already resigned from this marriage.

“A divorce?” Jin crosses his arms over his chest as he reclines in his seat, knees bumping against the marble table that separates him from Taehyung. “Why a divorce?”

The blonde shrugs and looks down at his hands, fiddling idly with the wedding band around his ring finger. He’s silent, not because he’s hesitant, but because Taehyung never really thinks things through before he speaks. He says what he feels as soon as its felt and he tells what he thinks as it crosses his mind, like a news ticker; he’s impulsive, but Jin had always found that it was this characteristic that had made him seem like such an honest person. Now, it only seemed to grate on Jin’s nerves and patience.

“You do realize that a divorce isn’t that easy to obtain, right? Neither was getting married, in case you forgot.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung huffs. “I know it’s not easy. It just seemed like the best solution for… this .” He motions vaguely at the space between them.

Jin arches a brow and leans forward, resting his elbows upon the table to lean his weight on them. “ This ?” he echoes.

“You know what I mean. This… distance. You don’t talk to me like you used to, you know?”

“Well, you haven’t exactly been home long enough for me to try.”

Jin was surprised Taehyung was even home at this hour. He used to be home at this time every day to spend time with Jin. They’d usually be having dinner at the table at this time or curled up on the couch because Taehyung wanted to order in for the night or they’d be laid up in bed, laughing and talking and adventuring the familiar curves of each other’s bodies. As of late, Jin had been spent his dinners alone and Taehyung had only returned home once Jin was asleep and out of the way. Neither can remember when that had become the norm.

Taehyung falls silent again, fingers turning the wedding band round and round, slipping it up and up on his finger until it clinks lightly upon the table. He picks up it, puts it back on, and starts again. “It’s hard to come back early like I used to.”

“And even if you could come back early like then, it’s not like you’d want to, huh?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer.

“I don’t want a divorce,” Jin finally says, causing Taehyung to look up for the first time that night. Jin can’t decipher the look on his face - is it hope, sadness, annoyance? - and he isn’t sure if he wants to, but he decides it’s better than the listless look Taehyung had when he told Jin he wanted to talk about something. “A divorce,” he continues, shaking his head, “is too sudden. It seems like a last ditch effort for something that we worked so hard on. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“I think so.”

“I’m not saying that we won’t get a divorce, that may happen but…” He pauses and shifts his gaze down to the marble table, following the swirls in the rock. “I still care about you, so I figure we can still save this marriage. I don’t want to give up so easily.”

“But I am ready to give up.” Taehyung sounds exasperated, as though he’s been at this fight for much longer than five minutes and it annoys Jin to no end. “I don’t want to try to put this back together when I know it won’t stick, it won’t last. There’s no point in trying to fix this when I’ve already given up, Seokjin.”

“So, you quit?”

There’s no hesitation when Taehyung nods, slipping off his wedding band and placing it carefully in front of Jin. “I quit. I’m sorry.” He clears his throat before stepping away from the table. “We can discuss the details later. I’m going to meet Jimin tonight to help him with--”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Jin interrupts. “It doesn’t concern me anymore.”

“Wow,” Taehyung murmurs. “Kim Seokjin really is always right.”

There’s only the sound of Taehyung’s feet pattering away before the front door opens and closes, leaving the house in sheer silence. Jin finds himself still sat at the table, staring at the ring set before him, hating how the kitchen light overhead beams so bright off of every part of it, how Taehyung had set it down to where Jin could faintly see the engraving on the inside.

Forever Yours.

Forever seemed to be an awfully short time.

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alphabetboyluvr · 9 months

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sundae (kinda love) | kth

pairing: non-idol!taehyung x female reader - childhood friends, unrequited pining, missed connection

premise: you always thought kim taehyung's lips would taste like chocolate sundaes, but when you learn -through a friend- that he tastes like watermelon chewing gum, the illusion shatters. so does your heart. in time, so will his.

warnings: a lil angsty, big question mark on a happy ending? (it's an ending! i'll give it that much!), short n sweet, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, tae is stupid!, but also not to be blamed (or at least not until the end), insinuation of emotional affair, big regrets, ballroom dancing, no smut and no fluff

wordcount: 1.1k

note from holly: originally written as a submission for my old writing groups monthly prompt - "I wanted it to be you. God damn, I really did." This is ooooooold, but it just felt apt with love me again and rainy days. i also believe it's the oneshot that someone on wattpad commented 'why are the tae ones always so shit' so MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL! lmaooo.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

"Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow," repeats the familiar shrill of your dance instructor. "Nina, back straight! Namjoon, footwork!"

The village hall you're in is musty, dust particles imitating you as they dance in the sunlight that beams through the wide windows. It's a Saturday morning, and there's no place you'd rather be less. You're dancing with your best friend, Nina, because there are only three boys in your class of twelve.

There's Jimin, the star student; Namjoon, whose mother forced him to attend because she thought it would be good for him; And then there's Taehyung, their best friend.

He's only there because he has nothing better to do when his only buddies are too busy learning the paso-bloody-doble to hang out with him.

It's spring, and school is in full swing. They're growing, and as time lurches forward, they find themselves with less and less chances to enjoy one another's company.

And so Taehyung's shoes tap along the varnished parquet all rather naturally, much to the dismay of Namjoon, who really is trying his very hardest.

"Now! Turn!" Your instructor commands. "And switch!"

You throw Nina a look -one that she gives you right back- which you both understand to mean 'ugh'. Stupid switch you always think, and refrain from rhyming it with how you feel about your instructor.

There's no part of you that wants to hold hands with other random kids from your village as you Cha Cha Cha across the dance floor. You just want to spend time with your best friend.

The same can be said for Taehyung, but when the switch happens, he finds himself dancing with yet another random girl - Nina.

He glances over -checking who he stole her from- and when your eyes meet, he stumbles on his footwork. Nina giggles, and he looks down all bashfully; pink in the cheeks.

When he looks up, he's looking at Nina. She giggles again, and he gets a little shy, but he starts dancing with her like a duck to water. Something about them just seems to... work.

You suppose you should have seen it coming when the next week he asks to dance with Nina again.

At least, that's what you assume he's doing when he approaches the pair of you. She kind of just hops up and drags him away before he even gets a chance to ask.

When they reach an empty spot on the dance floor, Taehyung glances back over to you and purses his lips. His eyes are soft, and so wonderfully brown that you think he must taste like chocolate sundaes on a hot summer's afternoon.

You're fifteen when you watch from the sidelines as rosettes are pinned to their clothes.

Taehyung's in a suit - dark, a little too big for him. His bowtie is green; a congratulations gift from you, given on the night they smashed through regionals.

Nina is in a matching green dress. Pretty, hair pinned back, perfect. Just like always.

The village hall has been swapped for a convention centre in the heart of the big city. They've just won third place. Jimin and his partner snagged first. Namjoon didn't make the top twelve. He tried, though.

You're beaming, outrageously proud of their achievement - but when Taehyung's eyes find yours in the crowd, his smile falters. It softens after a moment, and he nods. You nod back. Smile. Whisper 'well done'. He grins, now, and Nina notices his line of sight on you, so she waves. You wave, too, but you'll tell her well done later.

When you're eighteen, in a bar in the heart of town, Nina tells you that Taehyung tastes like vodka lemonade and watermelon chewing gum. You don't see him that evening. He sends you a text as the sun begins to rise:

'Didn't see you tonight. Missed you tearing up the dancefloor.'

There's a smile on your lips, though you really wish there wasn't. You both know you've got two left feet. It was always Nina's thing.

You send him back a picture of the chocolate sundae you're nursing, and tell him that you hate watermelon.

He doesn't understand, and assumes you're drunk. You kind of are, legs slung over the side of a sitting room chair in your family home.

You mean what you say. Detest watermelon. Loathe it. Had been eating it the day before without a care in the world, but feel sick just thinking about it now.

You've loved the idea of Taehyung tasting like chocolate sundaes since you were a kid - but now you know otherwise.

It's ruined your perception of him.

Although it hasn't really.

Not in the slightest.

For when he shows up at your twenty-first birthday party without a gift, but a bottle of chocolate liqueur instead, you have to fight yet another smile.

"For all those sundaes," he says.

See, it's become a bit of a ritual.

Every time those pretty lips of his end up on Nina's -and he pretends to care about the fact you aren't around- a picture of a chocolate sundae lands in your message thread to him.

He still doesn't understand it.

Though he does smile when he sees them on menus, and he thinks about how much he'd love one whenever summer comes around. He never indulges, mind you.

Never.

Not until a few years later, when it's the only option for dessert in a gilded reception room, back in your hometown.

He doesn't think it's apt. It's autumn, not summer. Far too chilly.

It's been close to two decades since he first saw you dance - and you're still just as shit - but there's something beautiful about it, now. Maybe it's the flowers in your hair. Maybe it's the way you're looking at your groom, pink sunset pouring through the windows, fairy lights glittering above you. Maybe it's your dress.

Or maybe it's the way your eyes catch the light as you glance over towards him. He's holding your bouquet -Nina had palmed it off on him- and he nods. Smiles. The taste of chocolate is bitter in his mouth.

And only now does he really understand.

Because truthfully, he had wanted it to be you in that dreary village hall all those years ago, too.

God damn it, he really had.

Taehyung knows he shouldn't, but when he's had a few too many drinks, and your groom is off entertaining his friends, he sits beside you. You're watching your wedding party from the back of the room with a smile on your face.

When you look at him, you know -finally- he tastes like a chocolate sundae, now. Your smile falters. It's bitter. The sundaes are sweet, you assume. Haven't had one. Won't have one.

"Should've been you," he says so quietly it's almost a whisper.

You hate that you understand what he means. Hate that you nod. Hate that you're thinking about the way he tastes. Hate that your heart beats faster now than it did when you said 'I do.'

Hate that you say:

"Should've been us."

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eggos030 · 1 year

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Tipsin' | KTH

Suggested Play . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⌫ Genre ⌦ ONESHOT, Fluff, Angst, plus maybe something suggestive?? Strangers to lovers

↲ Warning's ↳ TAEHYUNG IN PARIS CAUSE I SAID SO, Swearing, cheating cause your husband is a dick, the reader just throws her life out the window after it tho, taehyung is so sweetest,

➜ A/N ꒱ I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I never intended for this to take so long and some of you have been waiting for this and there for I sincerely apologize but yippy! its out now after who knows how long. If I ever tried to write again please probably expect the same behavior where I will take 6 months to upload a short one-shot, but it out and I will hopefully learn my lesson and try to be more time-crunch-worthy. I hope you all enjoyed this and have a great day/afternoon/night!

Please tell me if your wish to repost it but do not claim as your own!

You regret the whole thing.

Why did you put some much effort in if it was only to end out like this?

Why did you trust them? Why did you trust him if his mother came to spoil the trip with the excuse of ‘it will just be some good old family time’ when your fiance agreed to make this a trip for just the two of you?

They left you simply because you weren’t just the right for his wrench of his mother.

You were waiting at Cathedrale Notre-Dama de Paris and the way they decided to cut ties was simply to just wave off a text.

Oh dear, I’m so very sorry. I know it wasn’t for the best to end it this way but I simply can’t hold it in, I don’t love you.

I never have.

Why would I continue if I grew out of it?

The hotel reservation is cancelled and your belongings are waiting for you outside.

what a lame gimmick.

How were you meant to process this? you were surrounded by a crowd if you started crying it would cause a scene.

What did you even do to deserve this?

Now, what did you do to deserve this??

while having a quiet breakdown and struggling to find your way back to the 30-minute walk hotel, only searching for what you have in your purse in case someone thought it was free luggage, you lost the track of time.

The sun was painfully setting quick as the street lights turned on causing panic to settle in. You have nowhere to stay because hell knows if the same expensive hotel would let you stay for a night under $30 within your card. You settle on the rock wall on a bridge watching the sun merge into the ground, you weigh your options to find a bar and drink away your sorrows in hopes of finding a kind that would let stay within their abode for a day or two.

And a kind soul you did find.

Within your sappy sorrows and bubbling panic festering inside you, you never took aware of your surroundings as a telling figure approaches you.

" ma’am? Are you okay? " a deep yet so soft and gentle voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your head slowly turns to the left to find a gorgeous man.

He wore a simple white button-up and some simple brown dress suit pants. simple yet outstandingly attractive, he was truly something to gaze upon which you got distracted by immediately.

He gets more worried when you haven't responded so he asked again.

" oh " was all you could muster " Oh! Me! "

He agreed with a distressed nod but a small smile crackled on his face, god he's, even more, prettier with a smile.

" I'm sorry, it's just I noticed you were crying? "

You were crying?

You quickly wipe your check to feel the tears, realizing you had cried you were quick to reassure him.

" oh, I'm okay I swear it's just been a really tough day " you stuttered through your sentence for a moment but begin to realize your situation again, He saw the swift change of emotions within your expression.

" oh no, I'm so sorry " why is he so nice?

" It's okay! you don't need to apologize, it was probably better than what others might do" ew, that was the fattest lie you've ever said, and hate it.

He grew curious about the case. " I know this might sound very weird since well we only meet within like 5 minutes but do you maybe wanna tell me about it? "

His voice was soft and gentle again while his eyes lock onto yours, he looked at you with such care as you would shatter within a touch, unlike your now ex-fiance.

" over a drink? " you suggested with a weary tone like you were stepping on eggshells.

He softly grins.

" I don't see why not "

Literally, 6 hours ago your fiance broke up with you and left you in Paris all by yourself with no remorse, you wandered around Paris, and then found the most handsome yet caring man that could ever exist.

either god knew you needed a reset on your man choices or he just chose you to be the lucky one today cause here you are in an old people's bar with a man you never thought you could ever come across.

it didn't take you very long to chug down a couple of drinks to block out your bugging problems but there was a habit on this behalf of drinking.

you get very chatty.

You two got chatting away and learned his name was Kim Taehyung, you thought Kim was a very suitable last name next to your's but you weren't sure if he could handle you any longer, but he didn't seem to mind when he told you his side of his problems. It turns out that Taehyung is a big Korean pop star with tons of fans running after him and his friends, there are only small times when he can take a break from it for a while which in this case is the trip he's currently on.

" Pairs was and always is calming to me. I come here often because the place holds a lot of meaning to many people whether it would be for love or the aesthetic of the city maybe even the history but for me personally? I only come here for the art, it's pretty and wonderful to look at like you could make art here yourself which I do by taking pictures from time to time. "

He spoke with clear passion in his eyes like a dog just got a treat or you gave an iPad to a 9-year-old for the first time, it was something you adored to watch while spending such a small time with him.

You managed somehow to complement some input to his passion.

" wow," he looked at you confused by the sudden input.

" I mean like it would make sense knowing that you like have such a busy lifestyle with this whole idol career. " you back yourself up but he hums realizing what you meant.

" ah, well it's not that bad really " he tries to reassure you but you give him a blank stare causing him to giggle" really it's not! sure some threats and weird people but aside from that we have very loving fans who are very supportive who loves us to bits and so we repay them back with the same love " you smile softly at his kindness for random kids start to show again.

" I think that is very kind of you " He looks at you searching threw your eyes for a lie only to find true honesty with a smile " I mean you've never really met all of them and yet you try so hard to give back the love they give you in your dark times just like what you do for them right? "

He nods with a grin " yeah " he pauses before saying it again.

you gaze upon the old people around you as the jazz band starts to play a cover of fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra, you smile as some of them get up to dance.

" you know, I really like Frank Sinatra "

you look at him realizing the distance between the two of you, you lean on your left arm as Taehyung leans closer to you on his right arm, he looks back at you waiting " yeah? " you question speaking softly like the whole world could listen to you.

" yeah. " His smile slowly forms into a grin " He makes me want to dance "

" Really? " you giggle as you also start to grin, damn that cocktail is getting to you quickly.

" yeah, I'm serious " He starts to giggle and grin but it slowly dies down, he mutters something while breaking eye contact to get up and move to the dance floor making you confused.

" what are you doing? " you quickly question not having a clue what he's doing until he starts to move his feet to the beat and his arms swing to the bass.

"I'm dancing " He states waving his arms out proudly.

" you dance like a dork " you laugh as he covers his heart pouting like a sad puppy.

you watch him dance his heart away before getting up to join him. He quickly turns around at the feel of arms wrapping around his to find you swinging and swaying to the beat as well, He smiles as he brings you closer wrapping an arm around your waist and slipping his hand into yours.

" Is this alright? " He leans down to your ear and softly asks, his low rasp sends shivers down your spine as you nod softly before placing your head onto his shoulder.

" Is this okay? " you ask with a whisper " fine with me, sweetheart" he responds with a small comforting smile as you close your eyes and bathe in his warmth welcoming the flush forming on your cheeks as your heart beats faster.

You both slowly rock to the beat letting the world slip from your grasp and hold each other like it could end any moment, you're enveloped by his rich expensive cologne by who knows what fancy brand but you would never want to let it go, his soft yet calluses decorated his fingertips but his big hands held your waist perfectly when from time to time he would gently move his hand tracing your spine and moving back down past your waist just to your tail bone before moving to its original spot.

This man cradles you so gently that could make you melt in seconds but it makes you think that your ex-fiance never held you like, questions start pouring through as you doubt if there were signs earlier in your relationship that you missed.

Taehyung glances down at you finding you dazed and spaced out " is something on your mind? " You look back up at him and find him with a worried expression.

" oh it's fine " you spoke softly smiling as the wave of emotions collided with each other, the alcohol swaying deep inside but it was evident to everyone you thought especially to him.

He paused for a moment searching through your eyes before speaking " I know we haven't spent much time together but it wouldn't hurt to tell a stranger what's on your mind? "

He wasn't wrong, I always thought that it might be therapeutic to just realize everything to someone who wouldn't remember about it an hour later.

"Well, my reason for being here originally was to spend some time with my fiance and his mother because he proposed not long ago " Taehyung's warm and happy expression dropped from the words.

" oh, but if you were here with them then where are they? they must be worried about you " He started to draw away from me but I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him back in and provoking him to look perplexed.

" He left me. "

Taehyung stands in shock. Why would someone leave someone so captivating, gracious, thoughtful, and witty as you? un-answered questions racing through he gazed down at you.

"Why? " was all that came out of him. He stood stunned by the words that left you as confusion formed a frown on his face " why would anyone even . . . " he was truly baffled.

"It's okay though, with trial comes error right? " you smile back at him, his gaze slowly falls to pity as you let the words fall out " I'll just call a family member, or " you slowly start to stutter, struggling to find the next pair of words until you feel a soft grasp of his hands holding yours leading you off the dance floor.

As the two of you sit down he holds you close whispering sweet gentle comforts in your ear as you calm down by the warmth he radiates and the gentle caresses of his thumb while he has your hand.

"Look, this might not be the best-suited place for you to tell me how terrible your so-called husband is but I have a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower from my hotel suite if you want to complain about your problems there. "

You slowly look up to meet his caring gaze and with a nod, you were whisked away from your savior of the night.

TAGLIST: @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @osakis-gf , @itsme-mel

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kiestrokes · 9 months

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goodsoop's couch and ramen recs: BTS

🗝️note: oh look, it's the list I started before manic deactivating back in march. rip to my og rec tag and all those lovely fics. Sadly, this is only new fics from my tbr and not my full collection 🥲 BUT this is for the fluff, slice of life and sfw readers! personally for the acespec babes who sometimes get icked out by smut.

SEOKJIN

my plus one by @btsgotjams27 🍜This is kicking the blankets, cuddled up on the couch, eating snacks with your girlfriends watching a new elite romcom worthy. I love this Jin so very much.

the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky by @eoieopda 🍜 "Sojin has entered the chat," - when I tell you I screamed in laughter at this cuteness. You really nailed how a Sagittarius remembers the little things too.

YOONGI

the one with yoongi, netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda 🍜 “cum over?” - JADE 😂 omg, why is the embodiment of every casual relationship I have been in. The way that I felt every awkward and soft moment, deep in the crevice of my bones.

Just Between Us by @herecomesjoon 🍜 “I figured he would be safe with the bookshelf.” - Saturn nooo! You should have seen my look of alarm. We cannot trust Joon to build anything. The gathering of little moments in this is my favorite thing ever!

HOSEOK

And on the seventh day... by @moni-logues 🍜 it’s giving lazy Sundays, cuddled up with our own personal sunshine.

We'll Never Have Sex by @eoieopda 🍜 You were already melting into a puddle under that sunshine in his eyes - how this entire fic and your writing made me feel.

NAMJOON

Hungry (For Your Love) by @minisugakoobies 🍜The way that this gives me reversed Spike x Buffy roles, the setting immediately putting me in Sunnydale and with Namjoon of all people 🫠

just like riding a bike by @effortandmore 🍜 Listen...this is like walking through an OST music video, so colorful and whimsical.

JIMIN

pork belly by @yoongiphoria 🍜I love love love this, it's so realistic and Jimin's personality traits were captured beautifully. Have thought about this many times while I was away.

adonis by @xjoonchildx 🍜 if you love Ana’s provocative humor this is a must read, obviously I came for Jimin but I stayed for Mrs. Yun.

TAEHYUNG

Swoon by @minisugakoobies 🍜I'm pretty sure I blacked out after that description of THE Park Jimin dressed as Harley Quinn, and my jaw on the desk at Tony Stark JJK. Please this is every army x comic nerds wet dream.

Maybe by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy 🍜 Elite F2L, unrealized mutual pining and a little angsty, just how I like it.

JUNGKOOK

T-Shirt by @still-with-koo

🍜 “You trying to make me throw up or something?” - LO I laughed so hard at this that my eyes hurt from them crinkling. Oh, I adore this couple and their witty teasing.

#annotations #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fic rec #bts ff recs #bts ffs #skz fanfiction #ksj #myg #jhs #knj #pjm #kth #jjk #sfw #fluff recs #fluff #fluff fic #sfw recs

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yoongimain · 2 years

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Need You To Be Sure (pt.2) | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Femme!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance.

Warnings: Vulgar language. Angst. Complicated feelings. This is essentially the healing part of the relationship.

Songs: As it was - Harry Styles, Beg for you - Charli XCX & Rina Sawayama

Words: 2,228

Taehyung - 1995

Femme Lead - 1998

Note: I honestly was not expecting the love that the first chapter of this got. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I worked hard on this “Post breakup” chapter, and hope y’all enjoy it! As always, please leave a comment below and let me know how I did! Please read PT 1 if you have yet to do so here: BS1

Some italicized lines are the OC’s thoughts!

Date Posted: 8/31/2021

Three weeks have passed since receiving the photo.

Three weeks of heartache while constantly checking your phone for literally anything from Taehyung.

You miss him more than you dared to admit.

The warmth in his arms each night. The dumb fights over what to watch. His drumming fingers on your thighs when you finally decided on something.

There was not a single day that passed by where you didn't consider swallowing your pride and messaging Taehyung.

But you couldn’t.

Ever the stubborn person, you waited for him to call first.

It's only right, considering the photographic proof sent to you. The thought of that photo alone makes you sick to your stomach.

So, you waited. Day by day, one empty lactose-free ice cream pint after another.

Each passing day leaves you with an intruding thought.

Like if he even misses you the way you miss him, or if he was just utilizing his time erasing you.

What if you didn’t see that photo? What if you hadn’t argued?

Even better: What if you never proclaimed your feelings last year?

Would any of this have made a difference?

Short answer: No, not really.

You would still have the complicated feelings you have. You would still see him with someone else in his clutches, someone who would have never been you.

You would still feel numb, lying in your room alone.

You finally pushed yourself to move all of Taehyung’s belongings into a bin to store away in your closet.

With each photo, small decoration and article of clothing, you could feel your heart crack a little further. Because at the end of the day, you knew that you weren’t ready. Deep in your heart, you knew you would never be able to let go of Taehyung.

Not after all the years you spent together.

Not after allowing him into each deep corner of your heart.

The room you found comfort in was unrecognizable. Your bed seemingly empty as his side of the bed was no longer occupied.

One day, you may even forget that it was ever his side in the first place. You’ll slowly forget how his arms feel around you.

That day just won’t be today.

Almost as an alarm, you receive a message.

Namjoon: “At the least, let me know you are safe.”

Safe? Were you safe?

Physically, sure. You were still kicking as any living person would.

Mentally? Who even knew anymore?

You shouldn’t lock yourself away in your bedroom. You knew that.

There just wasn’t anything worth leaving for.

There are only so many distractions that you can entertain before Taehyung is front and center in your brain again.

You’ve turned your apartment upside down, cleaning every crevice. Every cabinet has been reorganized, and every piece of furniture has been moved.

You have indulged in your art once again. Painting, sketching and even sculpting with trash.

Everything you did was no use, though. You still made an imaginary space for Taehyung. You still painted him, drew him, thought of him.

Each time he came to view, you found yourself broken down at square one once again.

So here you are, lying in bed, staring at your phone. Ready to give up and forgive him for everything.

“No, it isn’t funny!” You hear your sister’s voice boom through the apartment, notifying that she is finally home. A faint laughter follows her telling you she isn’t alone.

“I don’t know, it sounds pretty funny to me!”

You drag a hoodie over your head and peek your head into the hallway.

“Are they home?” The mysterious voice asks.

“I’m pretty sure. I should get them to come eat.” Your sister says. Her footsteps echoing through the apartment and to your room.

“Hey! Come eat, Jimin and I got you some goodies!”

“Alright.”

You lean on your elbow, gently stabbing at the food in front of you with a fork. Jimin and your sister were conversating beside you, enjoying their meals as well.

“Ah! That reminds me. Jungkook is hosting a party this weekend. Would you both like to come?” Jimin asks with excitement.

Your silence is louder than you intend. It has been a few weeks or so that you have last seen everyone.

Slowly releasing your utensil onto the table, you smile.

“I am fine with staying home, but you should definitely go.” You say to your sister, giving the most gentle answer you could.

It is true that Jimin always has pure intentions, but you couldn’t help but to feel hurt that he would ask that. Which, Jimin realizes as soon as your sister serves him an under-the-table kick.

“I’m sorry. I just figured it has been a while.” He says. Visibly embarrassed, he takes a sip of his drink.

“I would have to think about it. I don’t know if I am ready just yet.” You say.

Your sister clears her throat and diverts the conversation, bringing Jimin’s attention to a new bong piece she had found at The Third Planet recently.

You quickly use the distraction to excuse yourself back to your room and further wallow in your feelings again.

Letting your head hit your pillow full force, your mind paces again.

It isn’t that you didn’t want to go, you haven’t seen your friends in forever.

Namjoon hasn’t stopped messaging you either.

But the chances of running into Taehyung?

High, very high.

After tossing and turning, you reach for your phone again. Unlocking it and looking back at your messages with Jimin.

The last message remains the same. The photo that has taken all your nights of sleep.

The discomfort lurches up from your chest again, forcing you to sit up.

Everything about the photo haunts you.

The unfamiliar woman in his lap, his arms around her waist.

Her hands tangled in his hair, and their lips plastered to one another.

For a whole year, you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand in front of everyone.

To at least show that he was yours, just as you were his.

Yet, not even a week after your argument, he had someone else in his arms.

Meanwhile, you continue to struggle picking up the pieces of your heart that fall apart just about every day.

It was unfair.

It was cruel.

It made all of your experiences with Taehyung feel like a sham. A complete fraud.

And again, you think of all the possible reasons why you weren’t good enough.

Why, when he claims the feelings to be there, could he not give you his all?

A knock on the door disrupts your existential crisis.

“Uh, hey! It’s me. Can I come in?” Jimin’s small voice reaches you from the door.

“Um, yeah.” You say, wiping away the tears you collected from your own self pity.

The door clicks open, and Jimin comes in to sit beside you on the bed.

“I just wanted to come in and check on you myself.” He says, rubbing his hands on his sweatpants.

You kept your eyes on your phone lying in your limp hands.

Through this time on your own, you have tried time and time again to figure out and organize your feelings. It wasn’t until this very moment that they all dawned on you.

Jimin scoots in closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder.

Allowing you a judgment free space to feel exactly what you needed to feel.

Your small cries progress into a full sob.

You were upset at the argument. Upset that the relationship you invested most of your life in was merely a question with no answers.

You were hurt that after being so clear from the start, he still didn’t see it.

He didn’t see you.

Hurt by his abandonment.

Angry at his betrayal, and even angrier that you could hardly even call it betrayal anyways.

Hurt, angry and full of despair.

“I hate him, Chim. I fucking hate him.” You sob.

Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, caging you into his side.

“That’s okay. You are allowed to feel that.” He reassures you.

Your heart constricts with each gasp you make. The pain is far too intense for you to feel anything else.

“But I hate that I can’t hate him at all.” You confess.

“I love him so much, Jimin. I don’t know how to live without him.” You say.

Jimin just provides comfort as he sees fit, letting you fully feel your emotions.

“Why is he doing this to me?” You ask, knowing well that Jimin has no answer.

Jimin is still searching for answers himself.

He knew that you had feelings for Taehyung, after overhearing bits and pieces from your sister of course.

Taehyung was secretive about his personal relationships; especially after his ex, but Jimin knew he felt some kind of way about you too.

It started with the first party that Taehyung made a scene at.

Then, Taehyung began to disappear after social events.

Alone.

Suddenly, Taehyung would only show up to events if you were also going.

So, contrary to your beliefs, your secret relationship with Taehyung wasn’t so secret after all.

Jimin just didn’t have any idea of how intense your feelings were.

“I can’t speak on his behalf, but as an outsider looking in…” He began. “A person who does nothing but send you mixed signals probably doesn't deserve you.”

Though you listened, you didn’t want to hear that. You didn’t want to admit that Taehyung didn’t deserve you.

A part of you wants to believe that this was all a misunderstanding and that he will come knocking on your window again like he always has.

“From the beginning, I was the one who initiated.” You say, piecing together the important pieces of your story before telling him more.

“Taehyung was clear from the start that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He told me he didn’t want to commit yet.” You continued. “After talking about our situation… I just went with the flow and waited for him to be ready.”

Jimin kept quiet, listening to your story.

“For a whole year, we were practically together. The only thing that didn’t make it official was the title.” Your typical anxiety ticks kick in in the form of cuticle picking.

“For a while now, I thought to myself. Why doesn’t he want to be official then? Was he embarrassed by me?” You questioned.

Jimin rubs small circles on your shoulder the second he recognizes he waver in your voice.

“Or maybe I was never good enough for him?” You finally conclude.

“I don’t think that is it at all.” Jimin rebuttals. “I can’t speak on Taehyung’s behavior, considering I knew nothing about all this. However, I don’t think that you are not good enough. If anything, he is the one who isn’t good enough.”

“Taehyung is also an absolute idiot.” He says. “I know everything probably feels like it's crashing on you. Just take the time you need. The right answer will always find you.”

“I don’t know dude.” Taehyung sighs into his phone and picks up a bottle from his table.

Empty bottles of liquor cover the floor of his small studio apartment, representing the emptiness of his own heart.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You had a whole year to know!” Jimin shouts at him through his car’s Bluetooth.

After seeing you broken down, it was hard for Jimin to not step in and knock some sense into Taehyung.

“If you don’t want them then tell them that. Be fucking honest.” Jimin says, hitting his steering wheel out of frustration. “But on the flip side, if you share the same feelings they do then fucking do something before someone else steps in. Because believe me when I say, there is definitely someone waiting to take your spot.”

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung sits up at the mention of ‘someone else’

“You better talk to them, Kim.”

The line dies out, leaving Taehyung in stupor.

Your relationship with Taehyung has never fallen apart due to you, and he recognizes that. All this time, it was his own insecurity that made him keep you at such a distance.

You were pure, and perfect. Too perfect. Everything about you made him lose his breath every time.

The way you gaze at the stars and ask him if he thought there was life out there.

The way you confidently strut around his apartment with a messy bun and just his t-shirt.

The way you were able to easily read his emotions better than he could ever read himself.

He didn’t deserve your love.

He knew that if he kept you far enough, you would see the kind of person he was. You would realize, and move on to someone better suited for you.

Even if that person was that annoying prick, Namjoon Kim, he would surrender his place in your life.

He just never realized how much of himself he would have to lose when he lost you.

He has tried to forget your touch.

He has tried to replace the hands that once held him with so much love.

However, he knew no one could ever replace you.

Not in his mind, and never in his heart.

Once again, he closes his eyes in attempt to forget his reality.

Note: Thank you again for your support! I know this is shorter this time, but I wanted to make room for all the drama within BS3!! I can’t wait to hear from you all! <3

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empty-and-nameless · 1 year

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OUR FARM - KTH. PART 1

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MASTERLIST

× paring: kim taehyung x reader (female reader)

x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning

x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU

x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni

x word count: 2k

x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie

x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind. Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....

P A R T 1

The door of my driver's vehicle opens for me and I step out, walking straight to the glass doors with golden framing of one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city. It is the entrance to my company building. My stiletto heals click in a smooth rythm above the marble floor that lead to the front desk and elevators. A few of my employees bow and greet me, some gave me pityful looks, knowing that I'm still mourning my late parents death. Arriving at the entrance I greet our absent-minded front desk lady, Ashley, she's bored out of her mind as ever. "Hello Ashley, do you happen to know my schedule for today." I asked her gracefully. She just looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered. Then she began to rummage through a stack of papers and shrugged her shoulder's at me popping a bubble of gum. A few angry words wanted to leave my mouth this instant, but a steady hand on my shoulder calmed me down.

"First of all, you need to look through the old collections and compare them. Then's the meeting with your parents notary and after that we need to talk about the new collection asap. Dior is going to one up us if we dont release a teaser for our new collection soon. The press is also onto us and wants a statement on your absence." It was Namjoon, my assistant and secretary, he rambled to me about my schedule while pressing a coffee into my hand. All while talking to each other we walked towards the elevator and rode to the 30th floor, which was my office floor. What would I do without this clumsy but organized man?

"Namjoon I have no clue what we should do." I said in a torn up voice. Namjoon looked at me and pushed up his glasses. "Well, we could hire a few stars to promote the collection. Maybe even make a short film about it or do something scandalous. I bet if we do that our new collection will get more attention than Gucci's or Versace's." He nodded towards me. "That's the problem Namjoon. There's is no new collection. I have nothing. No ideas. No sketches. Nothing. Nada." I told him truthfully. Namjoon stopped in his tracks, throwing his hands on my mouth. "Psssshhhh" he shushed me and dragged me into the nearest office, which happened to be mine. He closed the door and violently pulled down the blinds, so that no one walking by my office could see us. "Have you gone mad? Oh my god are you in your Andy Warhol phase?" he exaggerated. "No. Namjoon, oh my god stop exaggerating! I've just been so drained of creativity and energy since...you know, since it happened." I said in a weak voice. Namjoon's gaze softened and he gave me a soft hug. "Why did you even shush me and drag me in here?" I asked confused by the sudden location change.

He proceeded to look around nervously. "If anyone hears that you have no ideas for the next collection, we'll be ruined. The public will hear about it and soon the press too. They'll call you a worn-out designer. The company will be in trouble and the employees will lose trust in you and some of them may or may not consider to leave us. Gucci and Dior have offered some of our employees a better deal, most of them stayed out of sheer respect for you and your grief." He explained. He's right, it all depends on the new collection. "Namjoon, I will find a solution. You're absolutely right, no one can know about this. Although if they want to leave us they are unloyal petty bitches anyway so--" Namjoon shoved me in my big office chair without any further words to my sentence before.

"What can I do to inspire you?" Namjoon said, more to himself than to me, while roughly massaging my shoulders. I shoo him away and he starts pacing up and down in my office,making me quiet nervous actually. "Namjoon stop pacing! I'm going insane." "Sorry, that's how I think best."

While Namjoon is in his thought-zone I began to read through the archive of my old collections and started to compare them to each other. Crossing out what has already been done. Also doing a bit of research on what is defined as fashionable right now and what the competition is up to. I've always been a low-key designer. Never one to attend a lot of gala's or fashion shows. I always wanted to make affordable clothes, but somehow my label got a lot bigger and way more high-end than I intended it to be. It did bother me a little in the beginning, but it had its perks beeing a high-end fashion designer. One of them is the creative freedom I have, while also being my own boss and head of my company. It comes with a lot of cons too though. Considering that I have zero to no free time usually.

"How about a power-suit collection for women. Let's hop onto the equality and female rights train. We make a whole collection consisting of power suits in neon and bright colors or maybe patterned." I said springing out of my seat on my desk, very excited about said idea. "Gucci and even Zara already did that honey. Vogue made a whole article about it." Namjoon said in a sassy voice shaking his head left to right. "Ugh, I'm clueless." I told him while sinking into my seat again.

"What if we create a coat collection. A faux fur coat collection." I uttered. Namjoon looked equally excited as me and asked: "In unnatural colors? Like pink, green and yellow? Neon fur coats?" "Yeah, that's exactly my idea? Omg how did you know?" I ushered excited with a smile on my face. Namjoon's smile fell and he rolled his eyes. "Because we already did that two years ago. Cardi B wore it to the Met Gala. Remember?" He said annoyed. "Oh yeah right. I designed that." I answered disappointed. Namjoon looked exhausted. It wasn't always easy with me... "It'll come to me. I will give you the perfect idea tomorrow morning. Deal?"

Namjoon looked at me sceptical, but put his hand out anyways as to say "Deal".

With a rather awkward smile I kept on going with my day and greeted the employees. I was never good at hiding secrets, especially not when these secrets could cost them their job.

As I walked through the corridors I received the message from Namjoon that I need to attend the meeting with my parents notary, that I oh-so dreaded to attend. Decisions were to be made about my parents belongings and about what they've inherited me. I was mentally prepared to be the one to clear out their house if something might happen, because I'm their only child, but never for that...

The notary, a very good-looking man called Kim Seokjin, scattered his papers around my desk and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm gonna ask you some questions now, just for formality." He said. As a grieving person, this sentence is nothing but a formality itself aswell, it doesn't help you recover from the death of your loved-ones. But I'm thankful for him being this considerate thusfar, so I nodded in acknowledgement. "Your parents were Y/M/N and Y/F/N, farmers on the southside of the outlands? Is that right?" I nodded again. Not daring to say a word. Mr. Kim sighed. "Miss, I'm not here to take something from you. I am the person that enforces your parents will. You don't have to be scared at all. Any questions or anything you'll need help with, I'm here." Mr. Kim gave me a heart-warming smile and held my hand in his for a few seconds which made me breathe a relieving breath. "Ok let's go on Mr. Kim, I'm ready."

"Ms. Y/L/N, I assume your parents adopted you?" Mr. Kim asked cautiously. I released a small laugh and said "Does it really matter, they are my only real parents. I was an accident and my biological parents decided to give me up. These people raised me." Maybe I got a little too defensive, but right now it is a sensitive topic to me. Because knowing what's on the line for me, I would really want some keepsakes to remember my parents. Maybe something small, like clothes from my mom or my dads old watch.

"I'll just get right to the point. You parents inherited you, their only child, the farm and the whole property." Mr. Kim said with a straight face. My coffee mug fell to the ground with a loud clash. Coffee spilling everywhere. I guess it was loud enough to alert Namjoon. He stormed into the room with a look of concern. "Everything alright in here?" His eyes widening as he saw the coffee mug and my shocked face. "I'm gonna clean that up." He said and ran away to get cleaning supplies. Namjoon has always been a neat person and also very clumsy, so for him it nearly is a daily task to clean up messes. But he couldn't help me clean up the mess that is my life right now.

I woke up from my deep thoughts because Mr. Kim put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I just nodded.

Mr. Kim took a seat again and cleared his throat, probably to get my full attention. Folding his hands up on the table he looked at me. I couldn't decipher his look. Maybe pity? Anyways, I couldn't keep the farm even if I wanted to. I have to handle a company. Fashion Week is about to happen and I have enough stress in the city to just move up to the outskirts right now. It just couldn't happen, how could I possibly turn my life upside down.

"We have two options now, Miss. And I say We because I'll be there for you along the way, that is my duty and my job." He said. "Either you inherit the farm or we have to give it up for sale. Which would make the people of the bank really happy as they have been luring over this peace of land." Oh god, I'm not mentally stable enough to make such a decision. "What would the bank do with the farm?" I asked, basically already knowing the answer. "They would tear it down and build something on it, a shopping center, parking space, anything capitalistic." Mr. Kim and I met a few times before. He knew my parents well and has spent a week or two at our farm with his family. He has always been an honest person (so my father told me) and somehow has had a soft spot for our family since forever. "It would be a shame you know..." He said, his business voice now totally gone. He's speaking from his heart.

"A total shame to give up this beautiful farm. In the end it is your decision. But I know it was your parents dream and it is a peace of you. I will await your decision. I can only give you till tomorrow. I think this might help." He ushered a sheet of paper towards me. It was a letter in my fathers handwriting. Mr. Kim bowed and showed himself out, while I just looked at the last words my parents will ever address to me.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you read this, we'll probably be gone, but Nick/Name don't cry, you'll always be our baby. We know it will be hard for you, to live without us. Just as it would be hard for us without you. Of course we know that you are very busy. Our daughter the CEO and fashion designer of your own brand. We are so unbelievably proud. We still want you to inherit the farm, because you are the only one we trust with it. We wouldn't want you to give everything in your life up for the farm. Maybe you'll find a balance or a solution. You are our smart daughter. The bank has been on our backs, trying to buy the land from us, but we'll do anything to keep our dream alive. It still is the place we're you grew up. We'll fight for it. Please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do...in the end you'll do the right thing.

We love you forever and always

Mom and Dad"

I know exactly what I need to do....

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soggykookiesandcream · 10 months

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

"You idiot!" I exclaimed, "Wake up!"

"What the hell?" Jin screamed waking up from his desk.

"Did you study the file? I swear to god if you didn't, I will make sure to call a butcherer to cut your limbs and sell you on the black market. We have to submit our report today. If we don't you know we're gonna get fir.. mmmmmpphhh." I was stopped by Jin shoving a piece of apple in my mouth.

"I know, I know. And I finished it. Here you go." He waves a blue coloured file in the air.

"Hmph. Give it here." I snatch the file from his hand while chewing the piece of apple.

I take another piece of apple from his container and started to read through his report scanning for mistakes. I graduated from Seoul University of Archaeology two years ago. I was working in an archaeological expedition unit sent from Korea, in Egypt. I've worked in Egypt for about 4 months with Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. I recently found a pyramid on satellite scans and asked for permission to excavate it since it looked very interesting from the satellite pictures. But my permission was denied since my team already had a project report pending. Hence, I was in a hurry to wrap it up and start my study on the newly found pyramid.

"Finally we can start the new project," I said sighing, "I can't wait!"

"Why are you so excited about this small pyramid? It doesn't even look that great." Jin asked.

"Well, usually pyramids are huge in size," I said emphasizing huge, "but this one is very small compared to the others. It looks very frail and on the edge of falling apart. Like it wasn't given any effort at all while being built. But usually, all the royal families built pyramids strong and big. But this one... it's a mystery."

"Interesting... hmmm," Jin sighed, "Well! Let's go get Namjoon and Hoseok. Let's submit this report and get working on the new pyramid."

"Yes!" I said in excitement.

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"Hmm.. so you want an excavation team for the newly found tomb?" Our senior archaeologist questioned us.

"Yes, sir," Jin answered.

"I like your reasoning for exploring the pyramid," he smiled, "An excavation team will be arranged in two days. Get ready. Since it's located a little far from here, you will camp near the pyramid. Good luck Miss Yuna."

"Thank you, sir," I smiled at him.

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"MIN YUNA," Yoongi screamed through the phone, "YOU DID NOT CALL ME FOR 5 DAYS. DO YOU REALIZE HOW LONG THAT IS? 5 DAYS! I WAS WORRIED SICK. I CALLED YOU AND YOU DID NOT PICK UP-"

"I KNOW!" I screamed back to stop him but softened up, "I know... I know I didn't call you. I was busy. I'm sorry... I really am."

Yoongi sighs, "It's okay. But at least text me that you're fine."

"Yes," I breathed out, "I will."

"You better-" Yoongi began but,

"Anyway," I interrupted, "I am going away from the centre to a new location for a few days. We discovered a new pyramid and we need to excavate it. Since it's far from here, we'll be camping there. And... Unfortunately, there's no network available there. I won't be able to call you for a few days."

"Is there no way that you can stay back?" Yoongi asked.

"No! Brother, it's my life's work collecting information about ancient things. I can't stay back!" I exclaimed.

"I know," Yoongi sighed, "I just... I'm worried for my sister who's going to stay in the middle of nowhere to study a dead body."

"Correction," I said, "An ancient Egyptian mummy which holds the answer to several of our questions."

"Okay okay. Just be safe ok? Text me when you're leaving." Yoongi said with affection.

"Yes, brother. I love you," I said, "Mwuah!"

"Haha," Yoongi chuckled, "Love you too."

I cut the call and flopped back into my bed.

"This is going to be a long week."

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#taehyung #kth #bts #ff #btsff #yandere taehyung #yandere #science #egypt #king #mummy #queen #murder

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hoebaring · 1 year

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Just The Two Of Us (7) | Kim Taehyung

In which two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, and slightly egoistic happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It’s a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call “the butterfly inducing effect”. So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.

I fell in love with you, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale at an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic. TaehyungxReader.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 2.5k Words

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“”“”“

Maybe

Disgusting.

That is all I could think of.

I hate how my morning had to start with this. With him.

“You see, I’ve always admired the way you work Y/N.”

There we go again.

“Thank you, sir.” I say trying to sound grateful.

I go back to the spreadsheet on the laptop screen and continue typing quickly to look busy. I’m currently in a meeting room with…you guessed it, Mr. Cheong. Ever since we got the deal, we, I have been working my ass off for it. And you know what is super-duper annoying? This creepy bigshot who’s desperately trying to hit on me. And since all the Gods want me to suffer on this particular morning when it’s particularly bright and beautiful outside, I’m stuck with this bobblehead in the most boring place ever, alone.

I’m sitting on a chair with my laptop on the conference table. Mr. Cheong is on a couch, beside the projector screen on my right side. He has been eyeing me for the past 23 minutes and I’m at the verge of grabbing my laptop and smashing it onto his head. If it weren’t for my job and the Cheong Corporation contract, I’d be looking for new laptops by now.

Everything about him is just so uncomfortable. The snide and flirty comments, the pathetic eyeing, and the desperate tries to touch me. Ugh. To make things even worse, Mr. Kim who was supposed to arrive half an hour earlier is late to the meeting. After being unnaturally nice to me, he went to California the very next day for a business trip. The unexpected trip lasted three days and ideally, the airplane should have landed two hours ago, giving Mr. Kim enough time to get to work, and not let this unfortunate situation with Mr. Cheong unfold. But, the world hasn’t been so kind to me. The flight got delayed and thus my morning got ruined.

‘Lord help me’

Suddenly, Mr. Cheong got up from the couch, walked toward me and stood behind my chair. He bent down, looked at the spreadsheet over my shoulder and with his breath dangerously close to the right side of my face, he eerily said, “So this is what is keeping you so busy.”

Looks like the Lord isn’t listening at all.

I let out a nervous chuckle as he stands up straight, turns around swiftly, leans back on the conference table, and looks down at me.

“Ms Y/N…”

“…I think I’d truly recognise all the work you do better at my company. You really should reconsider”

Aha! Of course.

“People over…”

Maybe this time I should get a MacBook.

“…here won’t…”

How about Lenovo? The convertible one.

“…appreciate what you do”

It's cheaper too, that way I wouldn't feel bad even if I smashed someone’s head with it.

“What do you say? I can…uh…offer other…better benefits as well” he said while leaning forward.

Okay what the actual fuck? Someone call an ambulance.

“I’m so sorry for being late! Hope you guys didn't wait for…”

Mr. Kim who barged into the room unannounced paused and looked at the two of us.

“…long” he frowned.

I'm not exactly sure what seemed odder. The look of relief on my face or the confusing sight of Mr. Cheong leaning forward and being so fricking close to my face. Arghh it feels so weird when you say that.

Either way, I think the Lord finally listened. Thank you.

“Good morning sir!” I got up so quickly that my chair was almost about to fall down. I couldn’t care less though.

I begin walking towards Mr. Kim, I don’t even know why. I just want to stay away from that hideous man.

“I hope your trip went well. I’m glad you’re back sir.” I actually am.

Before he could say anything, I continued.

“Now that you’re here, let us begin the meeting. I’ll inform the others as well.”

I immediately leave the room to call some of the employees involved in the meeting.

Now, I know what you are thinking, why weren't they present earlier? That is because earlier, Mr. Cheong very conveniently asked everyone to get on with their work while he and I could wait for Mr. Kim in the meeting room alone. And what crap was that earlier? Better benefits? The man is nuts.

“Guys, Mr. Kim is here, let's head to the conference room.”

***

Author’s POV

The meeting ended at lunch hour and Y/N made a mandatory mental note to stay six feet away from Mr. Cheong at any given moment, for her safety. And…for her laptop’s safety.

Knock knock

“Yes, come in”

“I’ve rescheduled everything you had to miss in the last three days sir. This is the new schedule for the following week.” She says while handing a black file to Taehyung.

He opens the file, takes a look at it and frowns.

“Woah, looks like I'll be quite busy this week Y/N.”

Y/N shrugs for a spilt second and makes a ‘I don’t know man, you chose this life’ face to which Taehyung chuckles.

“So, how did the California deal go sir?”

“Well, it was...moderate.”

“Oh.”

“They are way too sceptical and paranoid. They will be coming to Seoul in order to ‘personally' and ‘thoroughly’ understand how things at Kim Enterprises work. I don't understand why dad wants them as our clients.”

“Oh, when will they be here sir?”

Taehyung looks at Y/N for a brief second.

“Today.”

‘The heck? That soon?’

“Alright, let me take that back, I’ve got to make some changes now.” Y/N says as she takes the file from Taehyung’s table, scribbles something on it and starts to walk towards the door.

“I’ll be outside sir.”

“Wait!”

Y/N turns around with a ‘huh’ expression on her face.

“Wha...What is your plan for lunch?”

“Ah, I’ll be having lunch at the cafeteria sir.”

‘Should I join her?’

‘Should I ask him to join me?’

‘Ahh no, Taehyung that’s too desperate.’

‘Ahh no, Y/N don’t cross the line.’

“Okay go ahead, have your lunch now, revise the schedule later.”

“Uh alright sir.”

Y/N nods and walks out of the room.

‘Maybe I should’ve asked her.’

‘Maybe I should’ve asked him.’

Y/N arranges some files on her desk before leaving for lunch. Just as she grabs her phone and walks out, she hears a loud and annoyingly high pitched scream.

‘Okay, what now?’

Upon hearing the obnoxious shriek, Y/N turns on her heels and walks over to one of the many white wood desks. This particular one had a tall glass tumbler filled half-way with water which kept the blooming pink tulips in it alive. As the bright light shined on the lovely petals, Y/N looked at the not so pretty looking part of the desk. Followed by the person who interrupted her exciting journey towards joy- which was, in fact, disguised as food.

“Ms. Seon, what seems to be the problem?”

Seon Mi Cha, an often bubbly yet nervous intern started working a month or two ago at Kim Enterprises.

Her usual cheerful eyes were full of dread and guilt at the moment.

“Ms. Y/N, I…I think…I may have, by mistake, absolutely unintentionally…misplaced the investment plan details from Velocity Estates.”

‘Okay, we’re screwed.’

I close my eyes, look down and sigh.

“Ms. Y/N…could you please help me out? Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Uhh alright stop now!”

Puppy faces never work on Y/N. But the fact that she was once an intern too, made her give in to Mi Cha’s pleas. She has a soft corner for interns. Interns make a minimum of four million mistakes a day and get hated on by their superiors. Y/N knew that very clearly. However she was lucky enough to be working under Taehyung. He forgave people quickly. Moreover she didn’t want to seem like an unhelpful bitch to those poor souls.

Probably two hours went by in helping out Mi Cha. A lot of other interns gathered around and helped out as well. They often engaged in some office gossips while sipping some coffee- courtesy of Mi Cha. Some of the “tea” came from Y/N herself. She was professional when it came to work, but never boring. Y/N actually knew the interns and junior employees well. She chimed in when something interesting came up, like the mysterious case of the missing desk from the fourth floor. There are five rows of four desks on each floor. But the fourth floor had a row with one missing desk. It was a big deal when the issue first came up. Many believed in many rumours. Even though it could have been just a simple mistake in the delivery and arrangement of furniture, people loved to think otherwise. Y/N spent another tedious 45 minutes figuring out Mi Cha’s problem while simultaneously listening to the HR department’s head, Mr. Jun’s romantic involvement with Ms. Kook.

“Ms. Seon, I’d really appreciate you treating me to a meal soon.”

Y/N says as she finally finished retrieving the files and stretching her arms.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Sunbae! I’m eternally grateful to you.”

“Woah, Ms. Y/N is truly the best” Choi Ji Moon, another intern announces in awe.

“What would we do without you?” A recently promoted junior employee says as he wipes away a fake tear.

“Guys calm down please, I know I’m awesome.”

Y/N stands up from the chair and arranges some papers.

“Ji Moon get five copies of these.” Y/N says and points to the copier machine near him.

He playfully salutes and walks over to the copier.

“Okay something is wrong with this.” Ji Moon says in frustration and aggressively pats the side of the copier in hopes that it would start working.

‘Another problem? Classic.’

Ji Moon opens some random parts of the machine and tries to fix them.

He mumbles a few ‘This goes here’, ‘Got it’, ‘Okay maybe not’ before sighing and putting it back together again.

“Maybe you should put it inside.” Mi Cha says while gesturing to a random part of the copier.

“That’s what she said.” Y/N says very casually with a straight face.

Probably around ten or so people started laughing hysterically at Y/N’s impeccable timing, although they suddenly stop and frantically go back to their desks, pretending to seriously work.

‘Oh God no, please no.’

Just as every comedy has to have a dramatic ending, this harmless, jovial little joke of Y/N’s has the most tragic ending ever.

Y/N immediately turns around to find Taehyung standing a few steps away. The perfect distance for an audience to watch this little scene play out and hear all the dialogues very clearly.

‘Holy fuck’

Y/N’s POV

I have messed up. Terribly. I mean, just who the heck casually goes around saying “That’s what she said” at a workplace? What is this? The Office? Who am I? Michael Scott? Please push me off an airplane. Or bury me. Please. This is so embarrassing, awkward, unprofessional and what not.

I don’t think I’ll be fired though. That’s too silly of a reason to be fired, don’t you think? Oh my god, that makes it even worse.

“Ughh what am I gonna do?”

I stab the broccoli on my plate with a fork as I say so. I decided to hide in shame at the cafeteria for the time being, in order to be completely self absorbed in my embarrassment and rethink my life choices multiple times. The worst fricking part of this entire situation is the fact that Mr. Kim and I, for once, were getting along in a…argh I don’t even know in which way.

I thought maybe there was tiny chance for me. Maybe a tiny possibility. But again, it was for one goddamn day that he was unnaturally nice to me. It could have been a totally unplanned thing. I don’t like how I’ve thought about it so much and I definitely don’t like how I’m sort of letting it affect me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not desperate. I was just trying to be like an elegant, kinda mysterious and feminine lady until I blew it all up. And all I’m doing right now is contradicting and over-justifying myself.

You know what, screw this whole “oH mY gOd hE wAs sO sWeEt tO mE” and the “maybe” concept. I’m highly overthinking about this crap. Y/N you’ve got a lot more to worry about. For instance, your terrible attempt at being Michael Scott. So how about we deal with that? I’ll just continue with the rest of my day, pretending like nothing happened. Avoiding Mr. Kim would only make it more obvious and awkward. It’s okay. It was a casual joke. Maybe Mr. Kim laughed too. Maybe he didn’t.

“OKAY STOP WITH THE MAYBE!”

***

Author’s POV

“…focused on increasing our cooperation at a global level and how we would achieve that in the short-term. Those were a few of our future goals and their implementations. I think that is all, thank you.” Y/N finishes her presentation with a smile.

“Impressive, Mr. Kim. Very impressive” Rachel the CTO of Affinity Assets pvt. Ltd. says. They’re the “California deal” Y/N mentioned earlier today.

Y/N was a little confused about what Taehyung meant when he said these guys were a paranoid. Little did she know, she would understand exactly what he meant later on. Affinity Assets is a trading firm offering advice which focuses on high frequency trading in certain markets. However, they were quite new to the business game and deeply mistrusting. Which for a company like Taehyung’s is already a red flag. Taehyung only went forward with this because his father thought Affinity Assets had potential. Mr. Kim is usually always right.

Taehyung thought Y/N handled the meeting very professionally. Since she gave the presentation, most of the questions were directed at her. And Y/N couldn’t have done a better job. Although towards the end, there was one particular question, which seemed more like a silly and unreasonable demand. Rachel questioned Y/N about their proficiency regarding meeting with deadlines and sticking to commitments. To which Y/N replied by saying-

“Oh, I can confidently assure you that you need not worry about our expertise in providing timely results.”

“In addition, as per your request, we can have Y/N handling this contract on a more careful and cautious note.” Taehyung continues.

Weirdly enough, Rachel doesn’t seem to be satisfied with that.

“You see Mr. Kim, I’d prefer if you were the one taking additional care in this matter.” Rachel says while looking Y/N as though she was a burglar.

‘Paranoid? No, these guys are crazy.’

“I don’t quite understand-” Y/N begins but soon gets interrupted by Taehyung’s chuckle.

“I think, Ms. Y/N is truly the right person to cater to your requirements. You will not be disappointed. She is the best we have.”

Taehyung leans forward, places his arms on the table and looks straight at Rachel.

“I trust her with the whole company.”

Y/N’s heart skips a beat. Heck no. That is a serious understatement. She feels an excessive amount of joy and gratitude swell up inside her. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she is unable to contain her smile.

‘Did he really say that?’

Rachel finally accepts her defeat and agrees to the deal. Unfortunately, that meant more work for Y/N. Time passes by and Y/N & Taehyung almost never leave their desks. Y/N at some point feels a tingly, itchy sensation in her throat but decides to shrug it off. She later realizes that she’s worked overtime when she looks at her phone for the first time in four hours. She starts packing up and things start feeling a little cold.

‘I’ll just go by cab for today’

“Mr. Kim?”

“Come in.”

“Sir, I’ll get going. Will you be staying for long?”

“Uh, I’ll leave in an hour. Will you go by walk?”

“I can’t walk, I’m exhausted.” Y/N says chuckling.

“That’s what she said.”

Y/N’s jaw drops and eyes widen.

‘WHAT? DID HE JUST-’

Taehyung starts laughing out loud at Y/N’s face.

“I can be funny too sometimes, you know?” he says looking kinda proud.

“That… was hilarious” Y/N nods while laughing.

“I’ll take a leave sir.” Y/N says smiling, as she walks out of his office.

“Alright, good night Y/N.”

“Night sir.”

***

Y/N takes a shower, has some leftover rice, and checks her phone.

Mr. Kim

Hope you’ve reached home safely. Sorry couldn’t drop you home today.

Get some good sleep, you looked a little pale earlier.

Aw man her heart is surely gonna explode. This is definitely bringing the “maybe” concept back.

#taehyung x you #taehyung ff #office au #kth x reader #btsff #btsimagines #btsfanfic #vff #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taetae

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ALPHA BTS FANFICTION

Available on Ao3 & Wattpad

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Event: NO-FACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

-> Day 15: [SCARECROW] + Day 16: [DAWN] + Day 19: [SCREAM] + Day 22: [QUIET]

[Summary: You returned to your ancestral village after ten years solely to keep a promise that you had made to your best friend, Taehyung, before leaving. But when you arrive you found out that Taehyung have been missing for the past three years and everyone knows that the person behind it is the witch living in the forest, infamously known as the master of the scarecrows.]

[Status: to be posted before October ends lol]

#nofacetober #bangtanbathhouse #bangtanarmynet #networkbangtan #btshoneyhive #bts #kim Taehyung #kth #Taehyung #Taehyung fic poster #v #bts v #bts v gfx #taehyung gfx #Taehyung edit #horror #taehyung ff #fic: The Hour Of Silence #status: upcoming

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Ochisia Chapter Two

/oh-kee-zee-uh/

the fear that the role you once occupied in someone’s life, could be refilled without a second thought; questioning if there is someone who can better support them, bring them joy, or show them the love that you’re unable to.

or,

namjoon is hopelessly in love with you and you remain blind.

genre: childhood friends to lovers, idiots2lovrs, fluff, angst, future smut, slowburn

word count: 2.2k

warnings: angst, brief mentions oc's family history, health issues, minor character death, joon is literally the best friend everyone needs, tae makes his appearance which is a warning in itself, it's really sad guys i'm sorry, lil bit of jealousy, little bit of cussing, sadness, grief, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: omg hi bbys!!! here’s chapter two that literally no one asked for but i kinda struggled with this chapter at first :’) i really hope that whoever finds and reads this knows how much i appreciate it. i know that this story is (for now) quite heavy and i understand that it’s not a lot of peoples taste, but to be honest i hope that it reaches the right audience and is loved all the same. ty and ilu!! banner made by @missgeniality

As time passes, you find yourself and Namjoon getting settled into your childhood home. Although the spaces that fill these walls are seeping with warmth and love for your younger selves, the reasoning behind your current occupancy here are dark and hang onto your shoulders like a weight you'll never seem to be able to bear. The house that was once always alit with laughter and bright smiles has drastically changed into a melancholy of quiet tears and unsetteling nerves.

You never once thought that you'd come home for the first time in months under these conditions. To put it frankly, your mother's time is simply running out. For years she has struggled with various health issues, one after the other, so much so that her body has decided that it's had enough. Your mom, a sweet woman who'd always fought tooth and nail to raise you, who was able to breathe so much life into anyone that encountered her, is dying. There's nothing that can be done anymore.

Getting pregnant at the ripe age of 20, your mom instantly knew that despite all the odds that were against her, she'd give you every bit of love her frail heart could ever muster. Your father, however, was more than ready to relinquish his future as a father to you and partner to your mother. So, your mother simply let him walk away. She'd always told you for as long as you could remember that if someone wanted to stay by your side that their actions alone will speak for themselves. Something you both stand by till this day.

At some point, you had initially thought that your mother would actually make it. That she'd live to see you and Namjoon conquer the world, to see you eventually get married to who you thought was the love of your life and bear his children. That's why you had taken a break from the annual visits, as it was at least a six hour drive from where you'd moved after graduating college. She was okay. Until she wasn't.

You'd gotten the call when you and Namjoon were out grocery shopping, totally catching you off guard on your rather peaceful Sunday morning. Dr. Kim's name flashing on your phone instantly making your heart fill with trepidation. You knew. Still, you shakily answered, and your biggest fears were confirmed, "Ms. Y/L/N? This is Doctor Kim calling," He said in a voice with as much composure as he could while knowing the news he was about to bear.

"Yes, hello?" You answered unsteadily, trying to remain calm.

“Well… I’m sorry to inform you, but.. your mother isn’t going to—“ The sound of his voice is cut off by the loud ringing in your ears, Namjoon immediately catching your crumbling frame.

The days that followed after the phone call seemed to all blur together as you both prepared for your journey back home. Bringing yourself out of your revere of the events that lead you here, your soft footsteps echo in the long hallways of the all too familiar hospital. Soft murmuring and smells of antiseptic linger as you and Namjoon make your way to room 707, where your heartbreak awaits you.

Upon entering the room, you hear the soft beeping of the heart monitor, the loud sighing of the ventilator immediately making your heart rate mimic the thrumming of a humming bird's feathers. There your mother lays, surrounded by the clutter of equipment, looking less than half of the woman you grew up loving with every fiber of your being.

You slowly take a deep breath, Joon softly bringing your hand to his, causing you to startle a bit. You'd almost forgotten that he'd been beside you this entire time, as you turn to him, he leads your hand to his plush lips and plants a soft kiss to the back of the appendage. He pulls away, giving you a slight nod indicating that he's here, he's got you.

You try your best to muster up a smile, it comes out as a grimace but he leads you into the room nonetheless. When you reach your mother, you shakily reach out to delicately caress her hand. The moment feels surreal as her tired eyes flutter open, the dimmest of lights shinning in her eyes as she takes in your crushed face.

"Y/N.... My baby." She whispered weakly, her voice sounding sluggish as she used every ounce of strength to get her words out. You sigh as the tears begin to fall, closing your eyes as her hand gingerly reaches out to stroke your cheek. "Momma.. We're here." You mutter, heart shattering into pieces. Just as she's about to speak, the sound of a knock flutters into the space. Dr. Kim enters, his clipboard in hand as he looks up to see the scene in front of him.

"Miss Y/N, I see that you've made it safely. I was just about to bring in the latest test results. Please, take a seat." He offers, as you two make your way to the bedside couch. Your anxiety starts to rise, feeling the lump in your throat grow stronger as the doctor makes his way to stand beside your mother, clearing his throat. "I'm afraid that the treatment that we have started has made no changes to your mother's condition. Her organs are beginning the early stages of shutting down. She has about maybe a few days left, at best." He says quietly, his sympathetic eyes telling you that they really have done the absolute most they could to save her.

"So, where do we go from here? Will she be brought home? Will she be comfortable?" You say, the dread in your voice evident. You look over to your mother, her eyes closed once again. "The decision is entirely up to you, we can proceed here as we have been or we can start the paperwork for hospice so that you may bring her home. Whatever suits your needs best, but I can assure you that we will do everything to assure that she is comfort and free of any pain." He replies, taking his glasses off as her lets out a soft sigh.

"I know that it's a heavy choice to make, and as much as I wish you could take your time deciding, we may need to know sooner rather than later. Please give me a call when you've reached a decision." He says, softly nodding his head as he makes his way to the door, shutting it closed.

You expel a huff of air, closing your eyes with your face pointed to the ceiling, wishing this was all just a bad dream. Then, you feel your phone start to vibrate in your pocket, vaguely remembering that you forgot to shut it off before entering. Pulling out your phone, your frame stiffens as you read the contact. You stand up, excusing yourself as you make your way back to the hallway. Taking a deep breath, telling yourself to just rip the bandaid off, you finally answer.

“Hey, Tae.” You say softly, forcing the nerves down as much as you can as his deep voice filters through your speakers.

“Y/N.. I’m glad you picked up. Are you back in town? Kookie said he thought he’d seen you, and I just figured you’d call but….” His voice trails off, a little pinch of hurt evident in his voice that you refuse to acknowledge. Not now, you tell yourself. You can deal with it later, pushing yourself to get on with being the bearer of the bad news.

“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m ignoring you, I’m not, it’s just.. Mom, she’s… She’s not going to make it, Tae.” You whisper so quietly that it's almost inaudible, but by the way he gasps you know that he heard.

"Y/n, I... Fuck, I'm so so sorry. Please, can I see her? I know things between us are a little.. awkward, but still.. I need to say goodbye." He says, his voice cloudy with regret.

"Of course you can Tae, but.. I just need you to be prepared, she doesn't look too good. Namjoon and I are here, you're free to stop by any time." You rasp out, willing your emotions to calm at the thought of seeing him again. You refuse to rob him of the chance to say his final partings, the pair of you having so much support from her, blocking that would leave more regrets than you choose to acknowledge. "I'll be there in 10, see you soon Y/n." He mumbles, the call dropping as you hold your phone to your chest. Taking a deep breath, you start to make your way back to the room when you collide with Namjoon.

"Joon? What're you doing out here?" You ask, surprised by his sudden appearance. He's anxiously running his hand through his hair, taking in your drooping figure. He steps a little closer, encasing your hand in his as he sees the exhaustion behind your eyes.

"You were out here for awhile, just wanted to check in on you. Who was that?" He tentatively rubs circles on your hand, making you relax just a bit. Leaning your head into his chest, your dark hair covering your face so he can't see the anxiety that flows through you, even though you know that he'll instantly see through you as you say, "It was Tae, he's on his way over now." You shakily say.

"Will you be okay? It must be a lot for you right now, but I'll be beside you every step of the way." He says gingerly, encasing you in his arms. Thankful wouldn't even come close to the emotions you feel for your best friend. He surely isn't okay either, but just knowing that he's willing to put it aside to walk this mournful path blooms another level of love for him in your heart.

Your hands wrap around him and you feel him sigh as you pull him tightly close to you. "I'll be okay as long as you're here, but you don't have to be strong for me Joon. I'm here for you just as much as you are for me." The two of you stand there embracing each other with unsaid words, as you hear footsteps heading closer to you.

You peak your head past Namjoon's shoulders, and deeply inhale as you step away, shooting Joon a look of hesitancy. Taehyung looks just as handsome as he did the first day you saw him, if not more. His feet coming to a slow stop as it feels like everything around you fades when your eyes meet. He holds the contact until his gaze drops to Namjoon's hand incased in yours, a look of remorse flashes in his gaze just as quick as it came.

Stepping closer, he clears his throat and gives you both a slight nod, "Joon, Y/n, I would say it's nice to see you both but, under these circumstances.." He trails off, biting his lip. A gentle reminder of the real reason that you're able to see him now. You nod back, retracting your hand as Joon looks at his with wistful expression. You don't notice, but Taehyung does as you step closer to him and envelop him in an awkward side hug. "Hey. Let's get you to her, huh?" You say, leading them both back into the room.

You notice immediately how Taehyung steps ahead, inclosing his hand around your mother's as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Namjoon and you step to the side to give him privacy, watching as they whisper back and forth to each other for what seems to feel like an eternity. Finally, he slumps forward onto her stomach, his body raking with the silent sobs he lets out. You carefully move forward, your hand coming to his back to let him know that he's not alone. He stills at the feeling of your touch, but sits up and encases you in a tight hug. His head dropping to your shoulder as you let yourself feel the traces of sadness for the both of you.

Namjoon stays as he was, observing the scene in front of him with clenched hands. His fingers itch to pry Taehyung away from you, a protective instinct but he chooses to let him have his moment. Even if Taehyung doesn't deserve it. The little bubble that encases the two of you is suddenly bursts as a loud beeping sound comes from the left of you and you notice your mother is fighting for air. You quickly rush to her side, panic sets in as the nurses come rushing in.

They take every measure they can, but in the end, you never did truly get to say goodbye.

Stepping out of the hospital, the weather seems to fit the storm inside your heart. The wrathful showers coming down, as you tumble to your knees, finally letting out the heartbreak you've been keeping at bay. You faintly register the touch of a hand on your shoulder, pulling you up and around, cocooning you in their arms. The whisper in your ear telling you that it's okay. You look up, anticipating to see your best friend's soothing face, but all you see is a pair of unexpected brown eyes.

tbc.

hey y'all. sorry for the long wait! this chapter was honestly kind of hard for me to write. my apologies for it being so heavy but i promise i'll try to make up for it in the next update! as always, i hope you enjoyed. pls feel free to like share and comment! ilu!

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon x you #bts angst #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #namjoon ff #btswritersclub #bts series #namjoon slow burn #knj #kth

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