#taehyung angst
bebejungkook · 2 days
‧✧̣̇‧ Punishing You (teaser)
‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Yandere au, ceo!taehyung, dilf!Taehyung.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: yandere themes, possessive and obsessive Taehyung, punishment, guilt tripping, taehyung loves revenge, mentions of bullying, fights, dead mice and hurting someone, mild bondage, unprotected sex, I think that’s it lmk if I’m missing anything!
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You always try your best to follow Taehyung’s strict rules and schedules, but sometimes you make mistakes. Taehyung understands, but he won’t let you off so easily.
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: TBA
Prequel to Saving You
Besties let’s all remember this is fiction !!
You know he would never hurt you, you just don’t look forward to his punishments. Taehyung was always a soft lover, except when it came to punishing you. He was consumed with darkness and the need to do right by you, even if you yourself, were the culprit behind your tears.
Taehyung was either going to bend you over his knee and slap your ass until it bruised or he would spread you across the table and edge you until you cried .He stands up and very slowly walks towards you, his hands find your waist and he softly kisses your nose, your lips, your shut teary eyes. The soft touches he’s gifting you with, give you hope that maybe he’ll forgive you and coddle you after being shown cruelty from a stranger like that.
But your hopes are shattered when he sighs deeply.
“I still have to punish you, my little dove.” Taehyung grabs your wrists to lead you into the bedroom. You whine so pitifully it almost makes Taehyung get on his knees and swear to find the man that did this and make him feel the pain you felt. But he has to stay strong.
He hums and gently kisses you.
“I’m sorry baby.” He whispers against your lips before tearing the front of your dress apart. You close your eyes and let him rip it as if it wasn’t your favorite dress. But you don’t pout too much, he’ll probably have the same one in ten different colors at your feet by tomorrow afternoon.
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Love, Che
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lmaosope · 9 hours
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Pairing: Y/n x Kim taehyung
Genre: Angst, break up! au
Warnings: Emotional cheating, talks of depression, taehyung’s an asshole lol
Synopsis: Taehyung leaves y/n at the altar and disappears, and all that y/n is left with is a letter detailing his love for another woman. As she begins learning to pick up the pieces of her life one by one, he comes back.
A/n: I recommend listening to this playlist as you read, it’s the same one I used to write this. Listen in order to get the full experience. 
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“He’s gone.”
It only took those few words to send your world crashing down. It felt like the air around you grew thicker as you struggled to breathe and stumbled against the door in shock. Your mouth was agape as you grasped the doorknob to steady yourself, “What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He ran off.” Your mom said in a quiet, but sad voice. Taehyung’s mom was standing next to her, a look of pure fury on her face as she kept trying to get a hold of her son. He never picked up. “This can’t be happening, mom please tell me you’re joking. PLEASE!” The sob you let out was haunting. Your mother squeezed her eyes shut as she barely managed to not cry.
You would always read the horror stories of brides being left at the altar by their future husbands, but you never thought you would join them with your own. You and Taehyung were the picture-perfect couple. You had dated for 6 years before he proposed, and when he did, your friends envied the seemingly picturesque engagement you had.
The day he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him was the best day of your life. You had your dream job, great friends, an amazing family, and a perfect fiancé. Now all you had was memories and a stupid letter he left for you titled ‘I’m sorry.’
Life was never the same since that day. Your heart was broken beyond repair, and it led to multiple misfortunes along the way. You lost your dream job because you couldn’t get out of bed to attend work. Your family was initially very consoling but eventually stopped reaching out in fear of their reputation being tarnished, and it took months for you to even leave the house. You had initially moved back in with your sister, however; you had recently started a new job, which led to moving into a small apartment on the outskirts of Seoul.
Life was just a constant cycle of work and sleep. You never went out with friends, fearing being judged by them. You had also cut off all contact with Taehyung’s family, it hurt having his mother call you late at night and apologize for her own son’s behavior instead of him reaching out to you himself.
It was the one-year anniversary of the day that he left you at the altar, and you drove all the way to a small park with a bottle of wine and the letter in your hands. Once there, you sat by the river and uncapped the bottle, taking a huge swig from it before setting it down beside you. Your fingers grazed over the letter’s envelope, still sealed and in the same condition from when you first discovered it on your dressing room table. “Stupid asshole,” you whisper before ripping the envelope open and unfolding the letter.
With squinting eyes, you read it over.
Dear y/n,
My love, I’m so sorry for all the pain this will cause you. I completely understand if you hate me after what I am about to do. My love for you was never fake, I loved you with my entire being. But I had a love for someone else, too. I didn’t cheat on you, I could never. I met her a long time ago before I even met you, and we dated for years. She left me suddenly with no trace of her whereabouts, and I had no choice but to move on and heal. However, a few months ago she sent me a letter, and we started sending letters back to each other frequently. The last letter she sent me yesterday was telling me to meet her so we can discuss our past. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out what to do. Our love story ended abruptly, and I needed answers, which is why I left. I don’t know when I will be back, but please wait for me.
I love you.
Yours, Taehyung.
Scoffing, you crumple the letter before throwing it into the river in front of you. You deserved better than a man with fucked up emotions. Tossing the now-empty wine bottle aside, you marched your way back to your car and sat in the driver's seat. Your crossed arms gave you a sense of comfort as you let your tears fall freely.
“‘Please wait for me.’” you sneer as you recall the words he wrote for you. If he still wanted you, he would have come back long ago. Nobody knew where Taehyung was, he had cut off all contact with his family as soon as he left. Last you knew, he had delivered a letter for his mother’s birthday two months ago. Yours had already passed with no word from him. Looking back on the past year, you really reflect on your actions and the consequences that followed them. You couldn’t live like this.
You leave the river with a plan.
The next few months consist of you picking up your own pieces. You do small, yet fulfilling tasks that help you heal. After confiding in a therapist, you reach out to your family again. You go out more, make new friends, and even negotiate with your old boss to get reinstated back into your old position. He was hesitant, but after a few more meetings and evaluations, he gave you another chance. Life was getting well again.
Now you’re here, standing in front of the large venue doors. Hesitance doesn’t begin to explain what you’re feeling right now, yet you push past your emotions and enter the building. Tonight was going to be a good one, you think. Your best friend, Areum, was getting married to someone you hadn’t seen in a very long time.
The glimmering lights of the chandelier cast upon your form as you walk into the crowded venue. Champagne glasses are in everyone’s grasp, and you follow suit, taking one and anchoring yourself to the corner of the room. As you survey the space, your gaze falls on the beautiful bride, who is walking towards you.
“Y/n?” Areum says, looking you over as you smile back. “Areum, you look so beautiful.” She tilts her head, pulling you into a hug as she thanks you quietly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier.” You say, yet she shakes her head in protest.
“I’m just happy you made it, y/n. I have missed you so much.” You thank her, and the pair of you fall into a comfortable conversation. A couple of minutes pass before a gruff voice breaks through your discussion.
“Hope I’m not intruding ladies.” The voice says, and you look up to see your good friend, and groom of the night, Min Yoongi. He turns to look at you, opening his arms and you pause briefly before walking into them.
“So glad you’re here.” That is all he says. Despite the initial awkwardness, the night goes on without a hitch, and you make it your mission to lose yourself in the music and friends you hadn’t seen in a very long time.
It’s a few hours of dancing and drinking before you decide to break away from the dance floor and head to the bathrooms. Stumbling through the doors, you make your way to the area where a friend told you they were located. As you walk, you can’t help but think back to your very own wedding day, partly the reason you were so hesitant to come to this one.
You think back to the planning leading up to it, picking out the flowers, the cake, and the dress. The dress you wore when you found out that he had left you alone, the dress you had stowed away at the back of your closet, avoiding looking at it at all costs. You realize, no amount of therapy or time could ever make what you went through okay.
“Let me through.” A loud voice echoes through the hall, making you turn around to see who it belonged to. You wish you didn’t.
He stands tall, suit adorning his form as he tries to push past the pair of men guarding the doors. Taehyung. Your breath hitches in your throat, and your hand goes up to rest on your chest. You try to feel if your heart's still beating, but it didn’t feel like it was.
Your gasp seems to get all three of the men’s attention, and before you can avoid it, your gaze catches his. His eyes feel the same, making you clench your fists as unwarranted tears gather in your eyes. Not allowing them to fall in front of him, you hastily turn around and run the opposite way. Running past the tall pillars of the venue, you find yourself in a small, desolate storage room. You hear your phone ringing, yet you ignore it as you try to catch your breath. Urgently wiping away your tears, you can’t help but laugh. What are the fucking odds the day you decide to finally leave your past behind and move on, your ex shows up at the exact same place?
You stay only a few minutes before you quietly open the door, not exactly knowing where you’d be going, just wanting to be as far away from everything as you could be. Making your way outside, you end up stumbling upon a small, manmade lake. You get deja vu, thinking back to that night when you read the letter. You find yourself sitting crisscrossed in front of it.
The moonlight reflects beautifully on the water, and you allow your mind to drift elsewhere. Before long, a body joins your side, and there's no fight left in your body to get up and walk away. He sighs and your back tenses up, every fiber of your being screaming at you to just go.
“I knew you’d be here.” He whispers. The faint sounds of the party blur in the background as I fight to catch my breath. He turns his head to look at you, his stare melting into the side of your face. You underestimated how much it would actually hurt to be near him again.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen.” You stay quiet, not even bothering to look up at him. He takes your silence as a cue to continue.
He breathes in, “I know I have a lot to explain to you.” No shit. “And I promise you that with time I will, but-”
Your head snaps to glare at him, “With time?” He looks taken aback as you turn your whole body to face him. You’re running on pure adrenaline as you jab a finger into his chest.
“With TIME?” You scream. A laugh bubbles in your throat, “I gave you everything. Every single part of me became yours.” You ignore the tremble in your hand.
“You took everything I gave you and crushed it, and you think I’m going to give you any more of my time?”
He looks at you with a look you can’t quite decipher, but his tear-filled eyes paired with how his frantic gaze follows your disheveled frame gives you an idea.
“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Taehyung.” You spit, standing up and marching towards the doors back into the venue.
“Y/n, wait.” He tries to catch up to you, but the door being slammed in his face tells him all he needs to know. He’s too late.
Thank you for reading. 
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notpikaman · 17 hours
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chateautae · 5 months
maybe i do: “one week without sex”
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➵ summary: when a small, petty argument spirals out of control, you and your husband settle on one solution to the problem; betting who can last the longest without sex. it won’t be easy, but you and taehyung are equally determined to win, and you’ll both stop at nothing to secure your victories—even if it means playing dirty. 
↳ part of the maybe i do series!
this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!
➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader
➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 20k
➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing, high-class gang cameo!!, getting caught in the act 👀, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, heavy making out, breast fondling, choking, finger sucking, male and female masturbation, sexting/phone sex, use of a sex toy (vibrator), exhibitionism + voyeurism (with each other), drunk sex, rough, needy sex, riding, hitting it from the back, impregnation kink, creampie <3
➵ a/n: and here it is!! again please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!
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“You’re gonna be late, honey, be quick.” 
“Who cares? I am not leaving you.” 
Taehyung’s hips bang against yours as he delivers precise, quick thrusts. The slapping sound of skin resounds erotically inside his office, even more so your laboured, hot breaths. 
“You need… to go faster, baby.” You manage to pant, fingers weaving through his thick, fluffy locks, rutting your perky breasts against his dress shirt. Taehyung’s desparate digits dig into your thighs as he plunges his cock inside you, each time burrowing further into your velvety, pulsing sex.
Deep, satisfied grunts leave Taehyung’s mouth just by yours, obsessed with your little breaths. He dips down and kisses you, long and deep. Your ass practically bounces backwards across his office desk when he accelerates the speed of his thrusts, propelling into your pussy as he devours your mouth. 
“Tae... the meeting...” 
“I’m trying to make a baby with my wife,” Taehyung ruggedly breathes, lips hot on yours. “A meeting can wait.” 
“You’re already-ngh, fifteen minutes late, ba-by.” You warn him, clutching around his neck for dear life as his cock slams inside you, ceaselessly throbbing. 
How you ended up in this erotic situation? You didn’t expect what Taehyung labelled a quickie to morph into a scene straight out of porn—your outfit for today apparently tempted your husband beyond his control. 
His salacious eyes told you a carnal tale once you visited him for a minor report check, and now your boobs lasciviously jostle against him, spilling out of your top he stripped open, your panties carelessly flung across his chair. 
Taehyung spent his precious, limited window of time before his meeting happily licking and sucking your nipples, dirty-talking you about the hot milf you’ll become once you’re carrying your child; and now his thick length is lodged inside you, fucking into your stomach. 
“Tae...” you sigh, nails scratching down the back of his strong neck. His pillowy lips envelope your neck, leaving addicting kisses down your throat—your pussy violently pulses. 
“Fuck, you make me so hard.” He growls against your heated skin, his hands spreading your thighs to clutch them tighter, something feral possessing him. He leans back to his full height, prying you wide open to suddenly hammer into your tight cunt.
High-pitched moans ceaselessly tumble out of you, soon met by Taehyung’s animalistic groans, praising you and your goddess-like pussy. “Shit, Princess, I swear I’m addicted to you.” He breathes, licking the bite marks he leaves along your pulse point. “Fucking best pussy in the world.” 
Your hand haphazardly reaches behind you, crumpling some of his paperwork as your sex devours his mighty thrusts, bracing for impact. Your lewd noises are endless, watching the way his dick disappears inside you, soon met by Taehyung’s fiery kiss. 
You reciprocate it, moving your mouth in sync with his until you scrounge up a semblance of common sense. “Baby... your meeting...ah!” 
“Fuck them, fuck the meeting.” Taehyung tosses aside all care to plough into your dripping sex. Your pussy juices incessantly flow out of you, fucked to your absolute limit as he feeds your impending orgasm. 
His lips are hot and heavy, only disconnecting to lean against your forehead, his breaths utterly delirious. “Come for me, Y/N.” He pants, pushing your legs back to plunge himself deeper. “Wanna hear my pretty wife come.” He grunts, burrowing his thick, spasming flesh so deep inside you, he caresses your cervix—you instantly cry out. 
“Fuck, Tae!” 
“C’mon, Princess,” Taehyung encourages by your lips. “Soak my dick, baby; let me feel it.” 
He only drives you towards the edge faster, crashing his lips against yours for a heated makeout session. You feel a tight knot bundling inside the bottom of your stomach, begging for release. 
“Fuck me, oh my god!”
“Fuck, fuck!” He curses loudly, biting your bottom lip as he’s forced to slow down. “I’m gonna fucking explode, I can’t last.” 
“Me neither.” You whimper like a pathetic whore, sighing with paradisiacal relief—he just hit every spot inside you. 
Relishing in your spongy walls, Taehyung renews his rhymically fast pace that harmonizes your pornographic moans, growing louder, and louder, and louder as your orgasm unravels—
“Mr. Ki–oh dear God!” 
Taehyung comes to an abrupt stop that sucks the soul out of you, his eyes widening in horror. You glance back to share his line of sight—your jaw simultaneously drops to the center of the Earth.
“Oh my fuck—Mrs. Lee!!” You screech, finding her shielding her eyes as she hides behind Taehyung’s office door. Irreversible embarrassment colours your system, Taehyung protectively concealing your naked front against his chest. 
“Mrs. Lee, shit, why didn’t you call me?” He harshly questions.
“I-I tried to Mr. Kim, but you didn’t pick up.” The secretary nervously responds. “The board members are becoming impatient, sir, they instructed me to come find you.” 
Taehyung lets out the most irritated sigh in his life. He reluctantly draws out of your sex once he glimpses at the door, ensuring Mrs. Lee was out of sight. Locating your blazer, he hands it to you, sympathy riddling his features once he sees the shame on your face, helping you shield your exposed boobs. 
“Can’t you at least knock? Didn’t that goddamn occur to you?” Taehyung reprimands her, his tone laced with frustration as you remain mortified, near tears because of the embarrassment. 
“I tried, Mr. Kim, though I don’t—” she hesitates behind the door. “I don’t believe you heard me.” 
Grinding his teeth, Taehyung works himself back into his boxers, tugging up his pants to re-clasp his belt. “Jesus Christ, Mrs. Lee, tell the members I’ll be there in five. And don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone—you didn’t see anything.” He rigidly demands, soon listening to his secretary’s incessant apologies. 
“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Kim. I’ll let them know immediately and I won’t tell a soul.” The poor lady sounds as though she’s on the verge of sobbing, shutting the door quickly before she vanishes. 
Taehyung huffs out angrily, shrugging his coat back on. His soft hand cradles your face, incredibly attentive. “Are you alright, Princess?” 
“God, Taehyung, that was so embarrassing!” You screech, shoving your blazer against your naked front before hopping off his desk. “You really couldn’t fucking wait until your meeting was over?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, a playful smile tugging his lips. “Princess, it’s alright. It’s actually kind of funny that she caught us.” 
Disgusted, you narrow your eyes at him. “Fuck off, Tae, this isn’t funny! That was utterly embarrassing.”
“Baby, this is going to be something we’ll laugh about together, don’t worry.” Taehyung attempts to lighten your mood, chuckling as he fixes his tie.
You’re filled with crippling humiliation, however, storming away from him. You’re unable to share his light-heartedness—you told Taehyung he was going to be late for his meeting, and yet he didn’t listen to you. “Don’t tell me not to worry, asshole, I told you you were late for this meeting and you just didn’t listen.” You begin searching for your panties he’d slung somewhere, utterly annoyed.  “Now I’ve just been completely humiliated. I don’t think I can look Mrs. Lee in the eye again!” 
Sighing, Taehyung perches his hands on his hips. “Baby, it’s fine. It was just Mrs. Lee—I’m sure she hears us all the time whenever we have sex in my office.” He waves off. “I’m just glad it wasn’t a man; I would’ve had to kill him, otherwise.” 
Mortified, you snap an irritated look at him, tightly clutching your bare chest. “That is not the same as her finding you balls deep inside me, it doesn’t matter who found us. Why couldn’t you just listen to me when I said we could have sex after your meeting? We could’ve entirely avoided that.” 
Taehyung softens at your anger, gesturing for you to be at ease. “Princess, people have sex all the time, and people walk in on people having sex all the time. It’s normal, you’ll be fine.” 
Fed up with him, you exhale a scoff. Locating your panties on his chair, you shimmy them on. “God, you’re so irritating sometimes. I don’t want anyone walking in on us having sex, Taehyung. I don’t want anybody fucking seeing that, especially me.” 
Rubbing his temple, Taehyung notices the frailty of your vulnerable tone paired with your glistening eyes, searching for a solution. He lets out a long, deep sigh, watching you tug your bra back over your breasts. “Baby, I’m sure Mrs. Lee knows what sex is and how much of it we have—pretty much everyone does. Not to mention everyone also knows we’re trying to get pregnant, and it’s normal for conceiving couples to constantly have sex, what’s your deal?”
You can’t believe his audacity right now, shaking your head. He doesn’t understand that you feel uncomfortable being seen like that, irrevocable shame spreading across your entire system—you tightly clutch your body to hide it. “You just can’t go a goddamn day without getting your dick wet, isn’t that it? You really couldn’t wait the half an hour your meeting would’ve taken before you blew your load inside me? Was it really that difficult?” 
Taehyung’s face immediately twists with disgust. “What the fuck? Don’t make it sound like that;  I just wanted to make love to my gorgeous wife so we can start a family, why are you getting mad at me?” 
“Because you really can’t fucking keep it in your pants!” You blow up, tugging your dress pants back up your legs, soon buttoning your blouse. “And now I’m left with an uncomfortable, mortifying memory because of you!” 
“What? You literally went along with it, you can’t keep it in your pants, either!” Taehyung argues back, accusingly pointing a finger. 
“God, you know what? I bet you can’t even go a day without us having sex.” You challenge him, your husband scoffing behind his desk.
“You’re talking to me as if I don’t know self-control?” He barks. “You’re horny all the time! I bet you can’t go two days without my dick.” 
Agitated by his boyish attitude, you childishly counter him. “Oh yeah? I bet you can’t go three days without my pussy!” 
“I bet you can’t go four days!”
“Five days!” 
“Six days!” 
“Ugh!” You frustratingly grunt, tucking your blazer over your arm. 
You shove your husband aside to retrieve the work you originally came with. Your eyes bore into his, ploughing your finger into his broad chest. “A week, I bet you can’t go an entire week without sex, you sex beast!” 
“Oh yeah? Let’s see how long you last before you’re craving our sex again—you wouldn’t last three days with your libido, woman!” Taehyung dramatically gesticulates, clearly as wound up as you. 
 “Says my idiot husband who comes in me at least twice a day, your libido won’t last either!” You challenge him before vexedly stomping away, grabbing his office door’s handle.
“Are you challenging me, Mrs. Kim?” Taehyung leans his delectable hands on the surface of his desk, narrowing his eyes from across the room. If you weren’t so used to your husband’s fierce, sexy eyes, you would’ve folded right then. “Because I assure you, I haven’t lost a day in my life, and I don’t plan on starting now.” 
Scoffing at his use of his CEO voice, you strengthen your own. “Wrong, you’re getting taken down, Mr. Kim, and it’ll be by your dear wife.” You condescendingly smile. 
He huffs, folding his arms over his chest as you pry open his door, calling out to you. “Then my dear wife doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, she’s going to lose!” 
Not giving a fuck anymore, you power-walk out of his office. “You’re late for your meeting, Kim!” You holler, sending him a gracious middle finger before pointedly slamming the door shut. 
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“Yes, I need you to authorize the transaction, Jimin.” Taehyung fixes his Gucci glasses on his face, scribbling away on his Surface. “He’s an important associate of mine, he came all the way from Hong Kong. I want him in a nice room for the weekend.” 
Later that evening, you attempt to drown out Taehyung’s business talk. You were currently occupying your swing on your backyard’s porch, indulging in some light reading to at least keep your distance from your infuriating husband. 
But alas, you live in the same house as him, so ignoring him was a lost cause.
You’re seriously unsure why Taehyung decided to conduct his business after hours downstairs, even that, in the entertainment area. His constant chatter was distracting you from reading, having already sent him death glares from outside on multiple occasions, only for him to shoot a mocking look back. 
He usually used the library or his study for work, though it seems he didn’t intend to exactly work, either. He’s dressed in his home clothes; a loose white, Celine t-shirt with baggy, black shorts. He only ever used his glasses whenever he was diligently reading—perhaps he originally intended on scrolling through some news on his Surface.
“Huh? I don’t know, I’m a little stressed, I guess.” He suddenly replies; Jimin being the sweetheart he is most likely asked him how he’s doing. 
“Yeah, he’s a fucking tycoon in Hong Kong, I’m seriously hoping he takes up my proposal.” Taehyung complains. “It’s stressing me out; I need to be able to distribute in Hong Kong and I’ve heard he’s not big on involving himself with the Korean market.” 
Taehyung continues humming in acknowledgement or nodding, before his eyes suddenly shift in your direction. You scramble once he catches you watching him—his face suddenly scrunches into one of scrutiny. “I don’t know, Jimin, usually my wonderful wife helps me out with my stress, but she’s being an annoying brat right now.” 
Scoffing, you shake your head with disbelief, staring daggers at him through the ajar doors. 
“Fighting? Pft, no way. We totally aren’t fighting, not when she uselessly yells at me in my own office when I did nothing wrong.”
Done with his crap, you slam your book shut, stomping inside the house. “You liar! You fucking deserved it, Kim!” 
“I didn’t deserve shit!” Taehyung barks back, not even minding that he’s on call. “How’d you feel after that denied orgasm today, huh? Sure you’re not going to rub one out without me right now?” 
Exclaiming with disbelief, you threaten to throw your book at him. “You-! Have fun coming into some fucking tissues instead of my cunt, asshole!” 
That’s the last thing you get out before thrashing your feet up the stairs, listening to Taehyung yell a ‘whatever!’ as you whack your bedroom door shut.
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The next morning, you groggily awake in bed, despising the AM. You were glad you’d fallen asleep before Taehyung crawled into bed last night; he must’ve stayed up late. Craning your neck over your shoulder, you find him fast asleep next to you. 
He’s laying on his side; his left hand tucked underneath his bread-like cheek, his right loosely cradling your bare waist. It seems he got hot during the night—the blanket was completely kicked off his feet. 
Remembering that you’re pissed at him, you remove his arm—it didn’t matter how cute he looked when he slept, or that he cuddled you to fall asleep, or that he was right; your denied orgasm yesterday left the sight of his bare body igniting heat between your legs. 
Clearing your throat, you make your way towards your bathroom to start your day, forcing yourself to ignore the invasive memory of sucking Taehyung off in the shower two days ago.
Finishing up, you carelessly waltz out to find your sleepy husband half-awake in bed, scrolling through his phone. Your gazes meet when he glances up—you dab your damp face with a towel. 
“You’re up early.” He flatly notes, returning to his phone.
“I fell asleep early last night, genius.” 
He sighs upon hearing your attitude, raking a hand through his beautiful head of hair. “Are you coming to work with me today? Or should I call Mr. Kang to drive you?” 
Lightly scoffing, you toss your towel in your hamper. “I can drive myself. It’s the 21st century, Taehyung.” 
He decides it’s too early for your snarky comebacks, waving you off. “Yeah, yeah.” He casts the duvet off himself, rubbing his sleep-laden eyes. 
You haughtily step towards your walk-in closet, determined to ignore his presence for the rest of the day, before Taehyung suddenly stops by the bathroom. He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet—he seems to be contemplating something. “Um… Princess, listen.” 
He’s still willingly calling you princess? He usually doesn’t when he’s pissed at you. That puts a small smile on your face, schooling it when you tip your chin in his direction. “What?” 
“I did some thinking about… yesterday.” He begins with a wince, choosing his words carefully. “I realized I was insensitive to laugh about what happened, or suggest that you should laugh too. I should've acknowledged that you felt uncomfortable being seen intimately or naked like that, regardless of who saw us.” He admits. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine your feelings.” 
Surprised by his apology, you stare at him wide-eyed, speechless. Taehyung merely stands with puffed cheeks, incredibly displaced. He awkwardly blows out air once he discerns you won’t say anything. “Right, I’m gonna wash up.” 
He begins stepping towards the bathroom until you stop him. “Taehyung, wait.” 
He swivels around, his sweet, coffee brown eyes meeting yours. 
“Th-thank you.” You swallow, awkward about this too. Taehyung has always been an aware, accountable man able to read between the lines, a trait of his you thanked the heavens for. He never apologizes in the midst of a fight, however. He always adored proving you wrong, currently leaving your jaw figuratively attached to the floor.
“No problem.” He nods, before disappearing into your shared bathroom. 
You’re left extremely conflicted. On one hand, maybe you should end whatever childish war you both started; he’s already acknowledged his mistake and was genine about it. One the other, you’re curious as to how Taehyung would fare without your sex; would he be able to last like he says? 
Curious, you decide on ruffling his feathers today, nibbling on a mischievous smile. You spin around to skip towards your walk-in closet, only cunningness in mind. 
Your fingers coquettishly graze the ‘scandalous’ section of your wardrobe. 
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You knock against Taehyung’s office door before propping it open, peeking inside. Taehyung hasn’t noticed your presence yet, too absorbed in his work. You find him standing as he diligently reads papers, grazing his perfect, slender fingers across the sheets. He appears strikingly handsome, thin glasses adorning his face, his rolled up dress shirt sleeves deliciously showcasing his biceps. 
“If you’re someone that isn’t my wife, please leave and speak to my secretary.” His caramel-smooth, though commanding voice sparks something inside you, swallowing it away. A smirk soon forms on your face, shutting the door. 
“Thankfully it is your wife, Mr. Kim.” 
He lifts his gaze to acknowledge you, though upon doing so, his eyes widen in shock. He observes you in your entirety, blinking multiple times before he finds your line of sight—his irises harden with seriousness. “What are you wearing?” 
Tipping your chin, you fold your arms over your breasts, shifting your weight onto one leg. “What do you mean?” 
Your condescending tone causes Taehyung’s eyes to narrow, scrutinizing you. “I asked; what the fuck are you wearing?” 
Scoffing at his tone, you tilt your head, attitude laced in your comeback. “Maybe you should ask me nicely, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung swallows, watching his Adam’s apple bob before he wets his lips. He lifts one of his gorgeous hands to fix his glasses, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. What are you wearing, Jagiya?” He voices much more politely, and you send him an accomplished smile. 
“I’m just wearing one of my regular office outfits.” 
“But why are you wearing one entirely in ruby red?” He challenges, watching his eyes intending to be reprimanding, but they have the slightest hint of lust. He’s not going to survive this one, at all. 
“What’s the matter with me wearing an all-red outfit?” You mount a hand on your hip, keeping his eyes hostage.
Your husband scoffs. His digits clutch his mouth, tracing the outline of his luscious lips until he cradles his masculine, impeccably-carved chin. “You know what the matter is.” 
Feeling playful, you decide to push his buttons. Your walk is alluring as you make your way towards Taehyung’s desk, your each step slow, purposeful. You challenge his fierce eyes with your tempting ones, inviting him into your trap. Reaching his desk, you confidently strut in front of him, allowing him to catch a view of your shapely curves in your form-fitting outfit. 
All you were really wearing was a tight pencil skirt with a short peplum top. The neckline only cut low enough that the cleavage was tasteful. What had to be ruining Taehyung was the colour; he adores red on you, and can never keep his hands to himself whenever you wear it—not to mention when you pair it with a skirt so tight your ass looks biteable, and ruby-coloured lips to match.
You lean a hand on his desk as you peer up at him; you swear it was like you were facing the devil. 
“Actually, I don’t know, Mr. Kim.” You play dumb, your innocent eyes and sweet tone causing Taehyung to flex his jaw, but he remains stoic, arms folded with a schooled face. 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, examining you up and down. “Are those the red diamond earrings I gave you in Rome?” 
Tilting your head, you step closer to him. “Yes.” 
“You do know red diamonds cost a million dollars per carat, right?” Taehyung reminds you—you take another step closer.
“And the earrings I gave you have 6 carats worth of red diamonds?��� 
“So you’re wearing my $6 million earrings to work?” He cocks a brow, scrutinizing you. “Why in god’s name are you wearing them?” 
Nibbling your velvety, red lip, you nonchalantly shrug, adopting his sense of unbotheredness. “No reason.” 
Taehyung merely sighs; he knows you’re doing this to fuck with him. He stalks towards his office chair and plops down, tucking both his hands behind his head as he kicks his feet up on his desk, eyeing you with his sexy, dark eyes. “Well, is our business done here?” He condescendingly questions. “Or do you need to stand there and prove your point longer?” 
Shocked by his audacity, you laugh through your scoff. You swat his feet off the desk, his legs collapsing to the floor as you promiscuously seat yourself where they were. You lean your hands back, crossing your legs to seductively present yourself—your husband angrily glares at you. 
“Actually, our business isn’t done.” You snark. “I still need to prove you’re a sex-hungry beast, which shouldn’t take more than…” You purposefully peek at the watch on your wrist. “What? 3 minutes? Before you need to get your dick wet?” 
Taehyung dips his head with a sigh, leaning his elbows on his manspread knees. “Are you really still on about that?” 
“Yes, I am.” You bite back. “Especially after you decided to wage a war you knew you’d never win, and accuse me of being the loser.” 
Taehyung shakes his head, bitterly chuckling. “You’re really fucking funny if you think I’m the one who started this; it was literally you, babe.” 
“Awh, can Taehyungie not step up to the challenege?” You overly pout. “Is he afraid of being a sore loser?” 
Taehyung massages his temple, puffing air through his lips. “My god, this woman of mine is impossible.” 
Without warning, you suddenly advance towards him, hands shackling onto the armrests of his chair. He lets out a soft exhale when you bring your lips just before his, piercing his eyes with a carnal look of lust. “And you’re incredibly sexy, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung shifts his hips in his seat, the column of his throat bobbing as he stares you down, but his eyes reveal his failing composure. “This has to be against the rules.” 
Your hands slide over Taehyung’s delicious thighs, slowly stroking him. His lap twitches in response, subduing the sound he almost lets out. 
“What rules?” You coo. 
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut when you move an inch towards his crotch, laughing through his struggle. “This is unfair, baby. You’re evil.” 
“Me? Evil? Never.” You purr with a saccharine sweet tone, letting your hands skim closer to his cock. Taehyung exhales harshly as he challenges you with his eyes, flaring with anger. But, you only draw closer, enough that your lips are separated by a mere hair’s length. “I’m just making sure you know who's going to win, loverboy.” 
You quickly peck his lips, trailing a finger along the side of his jaw, your voice seductive as ever. “And by the way, I’m wearing your favourite red set underneath.” 
Taehyung nearly chokes as you draw away from him, swaying your hips as you take your leave. Your husband storms behind his desk, hearing him rapidly rise from his chair with his comedic accusations. “You’re evil, you’re evil I tell you!” 
Maniacally giggling, you continue your walk out, listening to your husband throw a fit. “How can you wear those lace garters knowing I can’t rip them off? You witch!” 
You hide your innocent chuckle behind your hand, daring to turn and provide him with a small tease of what you’re wearing underneath. Once the said lace garters meet your husband’s gaze, his jaw drops—he’s even livelier than before.
“Wait until you’re home, Kim Y/N!” He valiantly shouts. “You’re not going to win!” 
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“Ah fuck,” you curse, nearly knocking into the wall. You lazily remove your shoes in the foyer, your system a bit wonky after some drinks with your co-workers tonight. You toss the contraptions aside, wearily checking your bag for your phone. 
“Honey, I’m home!!” You call out, not certain when Taehyung arrived home. You’d decided to indulge in a night out to avoid coming home to him today; you knew you’d ruffled his feathers a little too much, and you were unsure how your husband would retaliate. 
Hearing silence, you groan, contemplating that he’s either not home, or most likely asleep. You welcome that possibility, tuckered out yourself. Sluggishly stalking up the stairs, you paddle towards your bedroom door with a yawn, seriously awaiting some well-needed shut-eye. 
Your senses are currently haywire, so you’re unable to hear or see much, which makes the next minutes of your life completely unforeseen. When you mindlessly open the door of your bedroom, your jaw drops to the center of the Earth, eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. 
You find your husband openly masturbating in bed. 
Now that you focus, the sound of slapping skin and laboured groans should’ve clued you into his salacious activities, but you’re clearly too dense. “Taehyung, what the fuck?” 
Your voice causes Taehyung to open his eyes, landing on you as he breathes unevenly. Sweat glistened upon his honey-coloured skin, his pillowy lips hung open, chest rapidly inflating and deflating. 
What surprises you the most is Taehyung doesn’t even appear the slightest bit embarrassed, no, your husband has the smuggest smirk plastered on his handsome face. He doesn’t stop his movements, either, rather slowly strokes his cock, almost as though he were teasing you, inviting you to join his raunchy shenanigans. 
And fuck, did the alcohol in your system kill your defence mechanisms, pussy pulsing at the sight of his throbbing, hard, thick flesh in his palm. 
“Welcome home, babe.” Your scheming husband smiles, continuing to beat his goddamn meat, completely unbothered by your presence—you feel like a fuse short-circuiting. “K-Kim Taehyung, I asked you a question!” 
“What am I doing?” He condescendly repeats. “I’m doing what you should be doing.”
You huff when Taehyung dares letting out a deep, mellow groan, fucking into his fist faster, his stomach muscles contracting as he no doubt reaches his high. You wish you could tear your eyes away, but the sight of his cock makes your mouth water, your lady bits tingling. 
How much you want to run over and spear yourself on his dick. 
Snapping out of your trance, you stand your ground. “Taehyung, my loving, kind, dear husband, may you please put your cock away?” 
Infuriated, you grind your teeth. “Because… Because this is unfair! You can’t just have your dick out like this!” 
“Why not? You’re the same person who literally wore the sexiest outfit possible to work and made me want to rail you over my desk.” 
Smacking your hand to your forehead, you attempt to calm down, searching for a solution—funny how he still hasn’t stopped masturbating, weakening your guard. “Taehyung, this is cruel. You can’t be touching yourself in front of me, there has to be rules in this war. Every war has rules!” 
“Says the woman who literally flashed me her underwear and said ‘what rules?’.” Taehyung retorts, returning to his regular program. He suddenly squeezes the head of his meat that elicits a deep, masculine moan from him; the sound literally hardens your nipples, dampening your panties. 
“Ugh! You’re the worst, the worst!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air. 
Taehyung dips his head back with a laugh, sending you the most shit-eating grin in the world. “All you have to do to end your suffering is come here and sit on this dick, baby. That’s all it takes.” 
His words stir something hot inside you, biting down on your teeth to subdue your horniness—you’re quite literally seconds away from throwing away your pride and straddling him. But, you then realize it’s what he wants; your husband is incredibly clever at gaining his way, and you won’t let him win. 
“Fuck you, if you wanna play dirty, then that’s how we’re playing.” You point a scolding finger at him, met by your husband’s amused expression, tonguing the inside of his cheek. 
“We already play pretty dirty, babe.” 
Wanting to throttle the irritatingly gorgeous man, you huff out with annoyance and flash him a middle finger before disappearing into your bathroom, slamming the door shut. 
“You better not have your cock out by the time I’m out of here, asshole!” 
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You watch Taehyung get ready for the day with your arms folded over your naked breasts, legs kicked up on the bed with an irked expression. You’d washed up for the morning, but after Taehyung’s little stunt last night, you’re too pissed at him to continue your day, watching the infuriating man hum along to a useless tune as he knots his tie in the mirror. 
He steals a glance at you through his reflection; you avert your eyes, incessantly wiggling your foot. 
“Are you not coming to work, Jagiya?” He asks with a purposefully sweet tone.
Smacking your lips, you remove the clip from your hair, letting your strands loose and comfortably reclining in bed. “No.” 
Humming in acknowledgement, Taehyung completes his tie. He tosses on his Louis Vuitton suit jacket next, adjusting the buttons of his sleeves. “Any particular reason for your absence, Mrs. Kim?” 
You pop an eye open, shooting him a scrutinizing look. “My company‘s asshole CEO.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, amusedly smirking. He reaches out for his laptop case, glimpsing at himself one last time in the mirror before he approaches you. 
“Well, your asshole CEO’s off, then.” He jests, landing a warm palm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek. The domestic gesture makes your heart flutter, attempting to remain unphased when his soft lips press against your skin. “Eat a good breakfast and lunch before I’m home, pretty girl.” He reminds you as he smooths your hair. 
When he pulls away to leave, your hand grapples onto his wrist, stopping him. “Wait.” 
He faces you, eyebrows raised in anticipation. You purse your lips together and shuffle over to him, tugging him closer to you. You spring up onto your knees, now levelled with his chest—your hands curl around his tie. 
You silently fix the loose knotting, tidying it up. He observes you with a schooled face, unevenly swallowing. Your smaller hands smooth over his impeccable suit once you’re finished, sliding towards his biceps to hold them. 
You lift your eyes to meet Taehyung’s coffee brown irises, observing him. Taehyung peers back at you, caught in a silent, magnetic gaze with one another. You flit towards his wide, pillowy lips, tempted by their perfect shape, and you lean forward to softly kiss him. 
Taehyung’s eyebrows climb at the gesture, confused when you pull away. You cock a brow in response, tone haughty. “What? I can’t kiss my husband before he goes to work?” 
Suppressing a smile, Taehyung lightly scoffs, wrapping an arm around your naked torso and pressing his lips to yours. You feed into his kiss, an arm clinging to his neck as the other splays across his jaw. You kiss him harder, driven by Taehyung squishing your bare boobs against his tailored suit. 
He lightly groans when your tongue teases the seam on his mouth; he’s quick to open up. His tongue slips inside you, licking exploratively as you unabashedly make out with him, Taehyung’s movements growing hotter by the second. Your husband suddenly breaks away, a smirk plastered on his face. “Feels like we haven’t kissed in ages.” 
You laugh through your nose. “It’s only been two days, Taehyung.” 
“Two days too long.” 
Suddenly, Taehyung tosses aside his laptop case and cradles your figure in his arms, tackling you onto your bed. You yelp hitting the sheets, the sound muffled once Taehyung crashes his lips onto yours. 
He manuevers his mouth languidly but with a sense of roughness—desire. His long fingers slide into a hand of yours as the other curls around your neck, cupping your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He holds your face in place, kissing you hard and deep as he effortlessly takes control of your body—you’ve never felt anything more powerful. 
His hand around your throat slowly sinks past your collarbones, sliding down until your naked breast is within his palm. He squeezes you, slowly kneading the flesh as he simultaneously moves his body in the motion of thrusts—you whimper pathetically throughout the godly pleasure.
Taehyung lets out a deep, shaky groan when his hardening cock nudges your pussy folds, tightening the grasp around your breast. He pinches your nipple all of a sudden, moaning into his mouth. 
You’re seconds from biting his supple lower lip until you both hear a rhythmic buzzing. 
Taehyung pops off your mouth, cursing. “Fuck.” 
He fishes for his phone in the pocket of his dress pants, glimpsing at the caller—he accepts the call with an eye roll. 
“Hello? Yeah, I’m on my way.” He curtly informs, focusing on his conversation while you admire his slightly swollen, wide lips, and his stupidly handsome face. Even if you’re still pissed at him, it doesn’t make him any less stunning. 
“Oh, we got the report this morning? Then yes, I’ll be holding a meeting first thing in the morning. Mhm. Yup, right before the conference.” Taehyung continues for about a minute or so before he ends the call amicably, returning to you. 
“Alright, I have to go.” Taehyung proclaims with a sigh, tucking his phone away as he locates his laptop. Once he nabs it, he sends you a harsh look, lips scornfully pressed together. “And new rule: no kissing.” He tuts with a finger, crawling off your body and soon, your bed. “Only very quick pecks.” 
You bitterly scoff, rising from the mattress. “Not my fault you can’t control yourself, loverboy.” 
Taehyung playfully narrows his eyes at you as he fixes his suit. He approaches you to cradle your shoulder again, but instead kisses your forehead, long and affectionate. He draws away to gaze into your eyes, lifting your chin with a curl of his finger. “I’ll be going.” 
He pecks your plushy petals before stepping away, playfully tapping your underboob. “Wear a shirt of mine if you get cold.” 
You grumpily pout at him when he sends you a show-stopping grin—you can’t stand that he’s so perfect sometimes. You watch him disappear through the door, plopping down into your sheets with a frustrated huff. 
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“Ugh, look at him.” 
You kiss your teeth as you lay flat on your stomach, legs flailing in the air while watching on your laptop. It’s the live stream of Taehyung’s official announcement regarding his new subsidiary for learning centers. You’d completely forgotten that was today, though gladly your presence wasn’t needed for it. 
You dreamily sigh as you watch your husband confidently speak, pouting with your cheeks in your palms. Why did he have to be so good-looking? It’s a genuine question; you can imagine the amount of people currently fawning over him.
You, on the other hand, are semi-pissed. Not only did he have to look jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but being without his touch for two days now has left you squirming more than usual. Your makeout session didn’t help, either—you’d literally gushed buckets of cum by the time he left you laying on your bed. 
Frustrated, you groan grievously before smacking your laptop shut—if you ogle at him any longer, you’ll go insane. Anytime you see Taehyung being the ever-so composed, intimidating, professional CEO at work, your pussy never keeps quiet. 
Any time you watch him type away at his laptop or scribble across papers, your mind shifts towards those same hands shoving his digits inside you. Any time he licks, bites or touches his lips, all you consider is how he drags those same plushy petals along every part of your body, worshiping you. 
The worst is seeing his concentrated, gorgeous face—if only people knew how many times you’ve seen that same handsome face wedged between your legs, lapping at your cunt.
You slap your hands over your flustered face once your hormones begin settling between your legs. The constant ache within your sex is pulsing unavoidably, biting your lip to manage it. It didn’t help that you were still in bed, smelling his intoxicating scent in the sheets. 
You kick at them, feeling incredibly horny. His black Louis Vuitton shirt hugging your frame was exacerbating everything, constantly ruminating about how many times he’s fucked you in this shirt. 
Now you’re even worse off, bunching up the damn fabric in your hands to find some relief, to channel this throbbing within your pussy elsewhere, but it’s no use. You snake a hand down towards your core, pushing past the band of your underwear. When your fingers caress your sex, you instantly gasp. “Shit, I’m so wet.” 
The slick that oozes out of you is shocking; you swear you’ve never once leaked this much essence on your own. How is it possible that Taehyung makes you horny when he’s not even here? He’d have a field day knowing that, especially considering your little squabble at the moment. 
Recalling the very thing, your gears start shifting, contemplating a delicious revenge plot. His behaviour yesterday was utterly cruel, stroking his thick length right in front of you knowing you’re unable to do a thing. 
The second your fingers slightly move across your slick pussy folds, an idea pops into your head. 
Scrambling off your bed, you patter over towards the end of the hall, finding the most entertaining part of your home; your sex room. 
You giggle evilly, ready to place your plan into motion until you ram into a hurdle—Taehyung always locks the room. You curse, remembering that he proclaimed it’s to ensure you never venture in by yourself and either a) plan something sneaky behind his back, or b), use it to play with yourself. 
Funny how your husband knows you so well; you’re going to violate both rules. 
The universe shifts in your favour when you consider your options. You know Mrs. Choi and Seo own a copy of the key since they’re the ones who clean it; sometimes it amazes you how loyal the kind ladies are, they’ve never once judged a damn thing about your kinky sex life. 
You kiss your teeth once you consider they’re currently out, so it’s no use. You contemplate where Taehyung could possibly hide his copy of the key. Surely he’s smart enough to personally keep it on him, though has an extra in case one of the housekeepers loses theirs. Pacing the second floor, you constantly rummage through your mind attempting to figure out exactly where he could’ve stashed the copy. 
It’s only when your eyes land on your bedroom, do you finally have an ‘ah-hah’ moment. 
Your fingers clasp one of the brand new photos Taehyung framed in your bedroom; he’d enlarged your wedding photo to hang above your granite fireplace downstairs, replacing the frame he kept on his night table with a photo of you and him in New Zealand. 
You remember him explaining to you why he chose the distinct photo; he described your emotional New Zealand trip as a key moment he realized he’d love you for an eternity. At the time, the sentiment melted your heart considering the pressing situation then, desiring to have a closer look at the photo, but Taehyung had snatched the frame from your grasp, scolding you. 
He oddly claimed he didn’t want you to break the frame, and ordered you to never touch it. You’d simply let it go then, but something constantly nagged at you about his behaviour. 
Following your hunch, you grasp the frame to carefully open it. Once you lift the back, the smile that graces your face is utterly conniving—he hid the key behind your photo. 
It made perfect sense considering it’s out-of-the-box genius, just like your husband, but also someplace Taehyung could easily access, and one he’d also remember. 
Shuffling down the hall, you unlock the sex room to scour inside it. You faintly remembered the exact drawer Taehyung kept all the vibrators, letting your fingers brush over various sizes, shapes, and colours of the toys. 
Settling on a lilac wand, you snag it with eagerness, quickly shutting the drawer and door before returning to your bedroom. 
Leaping onto your bed, you snatch your phone off your night table, clicking on your conversation with Taehyung. You find his messages from two days ago, telling you to visit his office; if only he knew it would lead him to his downfall today.
[11:07 am]: taehyung 
Usually, Taehyung never took more than a few minutes to respond to you. Only if he’s urgently tending to something would he inform you he’s busy, though you know his conference ended 10 minutes ago; he’s most likely on his phone, anyway. 
You receive a read receipt a minute later, though Taehyung doesn’t text anything. You quirk a brow, tapping over your keyboard again. 
[11:09 am]: taehyung 
[11:09 am]: hello 
Again, the read receipts are there, though his messages remain non-existent. You grow annoyed, wondering if he’s possibly ignoring you—but even if he is, why would he leave the messages open to read? 
[11:10 am]: hello husband 
[11:10 am]:  husbiebun
[11:11 am]: most handsome man in the world
[11:11 am]: man that rocks my world 
[11:12 am]: man that owns my pussy
[11:14 am]: taehyung
[11:14 am]: baby
[11:14 am]: answer me 
[11:15 am]: i’m going to keep texting you until you respond to me 
[11:15 am]: Taehyung
[11:15 am]: Mr. Kim
Husbiebun <3: i was going to message you but had to speak to an executive, I’m back in my office now 
Husbiebun <3: what did you need?? 
Feeling slightly guilty, you shove it away, reclining against your headboard as you toy with your underwear—you feel extremely compelled to tear it off. 
[11:15 am]: i’m sorry, i just wanted to talk to you
Husbiebun <3: it’s okay, what did you want to talk about? 
Husbiebun <3: are you not feeling well? 
Annoyingly endeared by him, you hide your flustered face behind a facade of seriousness. 
[11:15 am]: i wanted to facetime, are you free right now? 
Husbiebun <3: facetime? sure, i’m not exactly free but i can keep you on while i work
Husbiebun <3: i’ll call you in two minutes, love 
Feeling giddy inside, you physically force yourself to school your face—how could he still make you feel butterflies in your stomach when you’re more than a year into your relationship? 
You’re still that whipped for him, huh? 
Suddenly, Taehyung’s contact name with the precious photo you took of him in front of the Eiffel Tower lights up your screen, swiping to accept. 
The call connects, revealing Taehyung in his Gucci glasses, sitting behind his desk as he twiddles with a pen. He waves at you with a kind smile—his gorgeous face brings you instant ease. 
“Hey, Princess.” 
“Hi, Taehyung.” 
He masterfully twirls the pen in his hand as he refocuses on the sheets before him. You can’t exactly see his work—his phone is propped on his desk, though you can tell by the hot furrow in his brow he’s working hard. 
How incredibly sexy. 
“How’s your day been?” He affectionately queries, busy studying lines. 
“Good, I’ve been chilling in our room with my drawing tablet.” 
You see him crack a fond smile. “Have you eaten?” 
“Yes, I have.”
“Good.” He praises, nibbling his luscious bottom lip. “What did you eat?” 
You tap your chin attempting to remember. “I had avocado toast and a mango-pineapple fruit bowl.” You recall, soon having an ‘ah-hah’ moment. “Oh, and Mrs. Choi made me eat grapefruit and oranges this morning; I wonder why.”
“Ah, that’s good.” Taehyung brightens up, swiping his slender fingers over his laptop’s mouse pad, then referring to his sheets. “I asked Mrs. Choi and Seo to start serving you more citrus fruits; vitamin-C is good for getting pregnant.” 
Your cheeks instantly flush, impressed by his innate care and initiative—he’s so charming. “Oh, I didn’t know.” 
“Mm,” the deep hum of his baritone voice is hypnotizing, nearly melting your insides. “Always eat your fruits, Princess; good girls eat their fruits.” 
You fall silent secretly doting on him—sometimes he turns you into a complete pile of mush. Your bashful smile never wipes off your face, unable to contain the fluttering of your heart. By the time Taehyung glimpses at you through the camera, he notices, fondly chuckling. “What did you want to talk about, pretty girl?” 
You shyly pout watching him write, toying with the end of your shirt. “Honestly? Nothing much, I just watched your conference and thought about how…” you trail, speaking through protruded lips. 
“Hmm?” He mellifluously hums. “What did you think about?” 
You twiddle your fingers, stealing glances at his breath-taking side-profile; his beauty was truly carved by the gods. “I thought that you looked really handsome.”
Taehyung’s lips contort with a faint smile, inscribing his impeccable signature on a sheet. “You wanted to call me to tell me I looked handsome?” 
“Well, that; and I also considered how many other people probably thought the same thing, and I wanted you away from ogling eyes.” You haughtily explain, crossing your arms. 
Taehyung warmly chuckles; you adore the smile that graces his lips. “You’re a certified cutie, you know that?” 
Sheepish, you giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding a stupid grin. Taehyung glimpses in your direction at the sound, flipping a page. “I see you decided to wear clothes.” 
Flashing a look at your shirt, you narrow your eyes. “Why? You don’t like when I’m naked?” 
“I love when you’re naked,” he replies. “I just know you get cold.” 
You nearly scoff—Taehyung is sincerely too perfect sometimes. How can he make you feel horny, giddy, and absolutely adored within a matter of mere minutes? All while he’s not even here? It’s as though your anger towards him was dissipating, pissing you off.
Reminded of your original revenge scheme, you lay flat on your stomach, slowly pressing your body into the satin sheets. Kicking your legs up, you carelessly swing them while resting your cheek in your palm, closely watching him through the camera. “What would you have done if I wasn’t wearing clothes…” You voice seductively, biting your lip as you contemplate your next word. “Daddy?” 
Taehyung instantly cocks a brow as he pauses. “What did you just say?” 
“I just asked what my punishment would be for not wearing clothes right now, daddy.” 
Taehyung slowly smacks his lips, lightly laughing before he returns to his work. “I wouldn’t have done anything, honestly.” 
“Really?” You voice lilts with a question mark. “Nothing ruffles your feathers about me being home half-naked without you? What if a board member of yours sees you FaceTiming your wife with her boobs out?” 
Taehyung snorts, tapping his pen on his paper. “First of all, I only FaceTime or video call you in my office, and nobody comes in here without a scheduled appointment; except you.” He matter-of-factly states. “Second, it’s completely fine if your boobs are out at home; I see them all the time. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m good.” 
You ironically pout hearing his answer, heart sinking in your chest. “So you don’t get turned on seeing my boobs anymore?” 
Taehyung’s eyes instantly widen, panicking as he turns towards the screen. “No, no, Princess. I love your boobs, I just know you like being braless at home so they’re normal to me, and I wouldn’t punish you for it.” 
Hmphing, you puff your cheeks. “Well in that case…” Your hands grip the hem of your shirt, stripping it off. Taehyung steals a glimpse at you, completely normal as he views your braless frame—it’s when you hook onto your panties does he say something. 
“Princess, what are you doing?” 
“What? You don’t mind if I’m naked at home, don’t you?” 
He visibly swallows, clearing his throat. “Aren’t Mrs. Choi and Seo home?” 
“They’re grocery-shopping, and they’re women, anyway.” 
Taehyung slowly wets his lips, adjusting his glasses on his face. “Be my guest, then.” 
Smiling proudly, you slowly, seductively strip off your underwear, entertained by Taehyung glancing towards his screen—he’s attempting to act unbothered, but his bobbing Adam’s Apple gives him away. 
You sling your underwear elsewhere, watching Taehyung as he returns to work. Again, you feel yourself gush watching him in his element, driven by your now naked frame. Your hand curls around the purple wand you snatched earlier behind your phone, devising your set-up. 
“So… I guess my dommy husband has let up on his punishments then, huh?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “What makes you say that?” 
“Usually you would've punished me for being naked without you, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, diligently scanning his work. “As long as you’re not touching yourself, I’m okay with it.” He explains. “My wife can be naked in her own house.” 
Your lips curve similarly to the Cheshire Cat, mind brewing with deception. “And what if I was touching myself?” 
Taehyung freezes when he flips a page. “Huh?” 
“What if I was touching myself, Mr. Kim?” 
Cocking a brow at your audacity, Taehyung’s tone is authoritative. “Are we not currently in a war abstaining from sex? Think carefully about what you’re saying, Y/N.” 
His harsher timbre makes your body shudder with pleasure, fuelling your neediness. “Well, technically, this isn’t sex, it’s masturbating.” You correct him, finally revealing the vibrator. “And I think I’m gonna do it now.” 
Clicking on the toy, Taehyung’s eyes visibly widen, unable to fathom what he sees. “Y/N, where the fuck did you get that? How did you find my key?!” 
“I know my dear husband too well.” You snark, biting your lips as you press the vibrating toy to your collarbone—your nipples automatically harden. 
Taehyung’s eyes harden watching you, speaking seriously into his screen. “Y/N, you know touching yourself is against one of my rules, stop right the hell now.” 
“Awh, does Taehyungie think I’ll actually listen to him?” You chide, slipping the vibrator towards the top of your breast. You instantly hiss, carnal eyes meeting his angry ones. “Hilarious.” 
“You goddamn—“ Taehyung swipes a troubled hand over his face, huffing out. “Listen, baby, if this is about yesterday, I’m sorry, okay? Maybe I played too dirty, but I sincerely apologize. You can stop now, alright?” 
You scoff, ignoring him and letting your vibrator touch your nipple—you gasp, throwing your head back against the headboard. Taehyung kisses his teeth, his voice more urgent. “Princess, stop this instant—you know my rules about toys and touching yourself. I don’t tolerate it.” 
Neglecting his warning, you slide the vibrator lower, moaning as the buzzing sinks through your skin, stirring delicious arousal inside you. Taehyung kisses his teeth when he listens to your erotic sigh.
“Jagiya, listen to me; let’s put the vibrator away and talk, yeah?” Taehyung attempts to negotiate, his tone much sweeter. “Isn’t this whole argument of ours childish in the first place? We’re both grown adults trying to become parents; let’s handle this in a civilized manner, alright?” 
Sending him the most deadpan expression ever, you purposefully descend the vibrator towards your slit. Soon, the digits of your unoccupied hand slip through your folds, feeling your dripping cum. You lightly gasp, swishing around your essence with fascination. “I hope you know I’m very wet right now, Taehyung. All because I watched you be my sexy CEO husband—I can’t stop thinking about you.” 
You gently moan once you slide through your cunt towards your clit, lightly brushing the pulsing bud. Your husband scoffs on the other end when you shudder, exasperated. “Y/N, listen to me! I swear if you touch yourself right now, I’ll go insane, and your punishment will reflect that.” 
“Good, that’s exactly what I want.” 
And without further ado, you press the vibrstor to your throbbing clit, erupting a sensual sigh from you. Your body jerks alive, head leaning back into your pillow—Taehyung instantly shouts through your screen. 
“Y/N, you brat!” 
You listen to him constantly repeat that you’re a stubborn, disobedient bad girl, and the punishment he’ll deliver for your behaviour will destroy you, but you evilly laugh as a response, sweetening your tone. “I’ll be pausing my video now, by the way, so all you’ll be able to hear is my moans as I touch myself, but you can’t see or do anything about it, Mr. Kim.” 
You watch his eyes glower with anger, fed up with your audacity. “Kim Y/N, I swear if you—” And Taehyung disappears when you pause your video, finally able to unabashedly play with yourself. With neither of your housekeepers home as well, you lay back, indulging in rubbing the vibrating wand against your pussy. 
The moans you let out are pornographic, your skin set alight by the delicious buzzing. It prompts cum to ooze out of you like clockwork, your clit gloriously stimulated as you enjoy the absolute freedom, relishing in yours otherworldly pleasure. 
You’re pulled out of your piece of paradise when you hear Taehyung’s menacing voice, evidently done for. “Y/N, I swear to God, if you moan one more time—” 
“Ngh,” you sigh, rutting your eager hips against the lilac toy. 
“Oh my fucking—Y/N!” 
“Fuck,” you let out a high-pitched cry, melting when the buzzing wand sends shockwaves of arousal through you. You dip it lower, teasing your fluttering hole—you instantly spasm with need, desiring something within the walls of your cave. “Ah! Oh my god…” 
“Y/N,” Taehyung sounds painfully desparate, practically begging you. “You have to stop, baby, I can’t listen to you moan like that but not see you.” 
“Fuck, Taehyung.” You pant, rubbing the wand against your fiery hot cunt. “I get why… you don’t let me use toys.” You swallow harshly, ready to plunge the thick, vibrating toy inside you. “I need this inside me, ugh.” 
“No fucking way.” Taehyung vehemently denies. “Don’t you dare put it inside you, do not.” 
“But it feels so good, baby.” You sigh, head spinning with delirium. You’ve never been able to indulge in the use of a vibrator, now completely enjoying the free reign you own. Playing with yourself is immensely pleasuring, your eyes hooding over, pussy leaking all over your once impeccable bed sheets. “I’m so wet, Taehyung, fuck.” 
“You’re the brattiest little thing I know,” Taehyung grits, before he deeply sighs, quite literally beseeching. “You can’t do this to me, Jagiya. Let me come home, I swear I’ll pleasure you in any way, just wait until I’m home.” 
“No, you can’t… get away with yesterday.” You breathe harshly, feeding off the delicious vibrating. You click the toy to increase its speed, crying out when the stronger vibrations spasm through you. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
“Y/N, you did not just increase the speed of that vibrator!” 
Ignoring him, your mind explodes with colours, floating in paradise as the buzzing wand delivers waves of pleasure. “Ngh, Taehyung, oh my fucking god!”
“That’s it, that’s it!” Your husband hollers. “I’m coming home, I’m coming home this instant!” You listen to Taehyung rummage around on his side, but you’re far too fucked out to even sense his anger. 
“Shit… shit, shit, shit.” You gasp, grinding your teeth to manage the fluttery sensation within your gut. You can feel something deliciously simmering, ready to release. “Fuck, I’m getting close, oh shit, I’m close!” 
You listen to Taehyung order someone on his end, speaking harshly into the receiver. “I swear I won’t forgive you for this, Y/N, less than ten minutes and I’ll be home, just wait.” 
“Awh, I’m so scared–ah!” You moan through your taunt, sighing out with pleasure. 
“Baby, stop moaning, oh my fucking God stop moaning.” Taehyung sounds as though he’s losing his sanity, evidently clenching his jaw. “I’m driving and my phone’s fucking connected to my car, stop moaning!”
“Ngh!” You moan louder, half taunting, half because you’re constantly teasing your spasming hole. 
“Fuck me, I can hear you everywhere, stop moaning!” 
“God, this feels amazing,” you deliriously sigh, erotic noises bouncing off the walls of your room. “Fuck you… Taehyung… for not letting me use vibrators.” 
“This is why, you slut.” Taehyung hisses, his rough tone lighting your squirming body on fire. “You’re the epitome of a disobedient brat; you know exactly what kills me and use it against me!” 
“What? Being able to hear me, but not see me? Or the opposite? You’re such a simple man, Kim Taehyung, so–oh my god.” You erupt with a heady moan when you plunge the tip of the wand inside your pussy hole, unable to contain yourself.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re torturing me, Princess. Either stop or mute yourself, you’re killing me!” 
“You can just… hang up–fuck!” 
“It’ll kill me even more knowing you could orgasm without me,” he reasons. “Five minutes and I’ll be home, five fucking minutes, dammit!” 
“You can just wave the white flag, Tae.” You coo, strangling fucked out groans. “All you need to do… is come home and put your dick inside me, baby, it’s that simple.” You chide him just as he did yesterday, indulging in your sweet revenge.
 “You know I can’t do that!” He shouts. 
“Can’t? Or won’t–ugh.” 
“You’re so–! This is cruel, Y/N, you’re completely violating the rules, this is a crime!” 
“Rules? I don’t remember those–oh god.” 
“I told you to stop moaning!” He angrily directs. “You need to shut your pretty mouth before I do it myself.” 
“Awh, is Mr. Kim gonna punish me? What if I can’t stop—ngh!” 
“Y/N, shut up!” 
“Come home and fuck me, Mr. Kim, fuck me like the whore I am, fuck me like your needy little sub.” You purposefully coo, melding it with your graphic moans. 
“You witch, you’re a witch!” He cries out, sounding as though he’s hanging by his last thread. “What happened to my good girl, huh? When did she get so bad?” 
You smirk, lacing your timbre with seduction. “Your good girl’s gone, Mr. Kim,” you purr. “You need to come home and fuck her into her place.” 
“For fuck’s sake!” Taehyung howls, his voice utterly fed up. “You’re done, you’re done!”
“What?” You retort, swept up in the intense moment. “Didn’t want me to discover vibrators because they’re better than your dick?” 
Now that is what ticks Taehyung off, his voice roaring through the phone. “Oh you little—you’re fucking in for it!” 
All you hear is the FaceTime call cut out, too distracted by your pleasure to pay any real attention. Your orgasm bubbles— swirls around inside you as your toes curl, your eyes roll back and your body operates on sheer pleasure alone. 
The vibrations ripple throughout your sex, curious as to how the wand would feel inside you. You sheath it inside without a care, exploding with a mewl when the spasming toy greets your eager walls. It feels glorious, shuddering with pleasure as you indulge in the gracious vibrations. 
You’re reaching your limit, so sucked up into your own world you crazily speed up the vibrator, needing it to beat inside your pulsing walls until you unravel like a wind up toy. The vibrations ceaselessly ripple through you now, the speed so delicious your hands automatically latch into the headboard behind you. You hang on for dear life as a powerful orgasm sneaks up on you, building, building, and building, your moans unstoppable, your pussy walls throbbing, your legs shaking, body begging for your much-needed release. 
And just when your cries reach a crescendo, your bedroom door suddenly swings open, revealing your winded, cross husband. “Y/N-!” 
He never finishes his sentence, because the most powerful, earth-shattering orgasm erupts within you, your body jerking off the bed as you convulse. Every muscle in your body tenses with immeasurable pleasure, falling into your sheets, skin slickened with sweat, utterly spent of all your energy. 
You pant wildly as you come down your high, barely able to register Taehyung’s glowering eyes and his rageful, reprimanding voice. “You did not just—I can’t believe you!” 
Feeling the weight of your body sink into the mattress, your half-lidded eyes are the only thing able to move, sliding over to an angry Taehyung. “You’re literally evil, a goddamn witch!” He shouts, throwing his arms up in the air. “I swear I’ll only tolerate this shit in our home, you better not pull this revenge crap when we’re in public!” 
You have nothing to counter him, breaking into a fucked-out grin as you send him a thumbs up, elated that you’d successfully gotten back at him. “This is… for yesterday… asshole.” 
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Tahyung presses, pushing his jacket backwards to perch his hands on his hips. “You know we have Hoseok’s dinner this Friday; I swear if you don’t behave by then, I’m going to retaliate far worse than you.” 
You soak in his threat paired with an accusing finger, though it only inflates your ego. His challenge ignites something inside you, gaining enough strength to bite back. “Scared I’m going to win, loverboy?” 
Taehyung scoffs. “You’re not winning, you damn brat.” 
“We’ll see about that.” You retort, staring down Taehyung with scrutinizing eyes as he shoots back a fiery look. He eventually has enough, storming out of your bedroom as a string of complaints leave his mouth. 
You plop back into the sheets, floating on the cloud nine by the time sleep threatens to wash over your blissed-out, exhausted body. 
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The next three days of your life consisted of sheer mayhem.
Taehyung wasn’t kidding when he proclaimed the level of his retaliation. Peace has been a fragile concept in your household ever since, having transformed into a makeshift battlefield where you and your husband snag every opportunity to gain your revenge on each other. 
Tuesday morning when you’d hopped in the shower, Taehyung slipped inside in the middle of your shampooing. You cocked a questioning brow as you faced him—he shot back an unbothered shrug. 
“What? I can’t shower in my own house?” 
Rolling your eyes, you sighed as you returned to lathering up your hair, allowing him to do whatever he must. You both washed up quite normally, pretty distanced from one another until Taehyung began purposefully invading your space. 
He constantly reached over you for his shampoo, body wash, even your loofah with feigned innocence, deliberately brushing up against your naked body each time. Eventually, his hands naturally began roaming your wet skin, and here came your perpetual doom. 
The sensation of his touch felt intensifying, biting your lip to manage your arousal when he skimmed your sensitive spots. When his pillowy lips found their way to your neck, you melted into his strong chest, relishing in the shower water streaming down your entangled figures. 
His fingers traversed your body sensually, stroking you with such purposeful seduction, you nearly moaned. It wasn’t until his flesh caressed your backside did you recognize his sneaky scheme. You swatted him away with a scoff, sneering at him and his cunningness—your husband only flashed you a shit-eating smirk. 
That following day, you decided to be Satan's spawn. You twirled your pen as you eyed your gorgeous husband lead this morning’s meeting, watching him effortlessly carry himself with grace and professionalism—you ignored the arousal he stirred inside you. 
Once the meeting finished, you purposefully stalled on collecting your papers, watching Taehyung bid a farewell to everyone as they exited. Once your unsuspecting husband rose from his seat to vacate the area, you ambushed him, blocking him from opening the door. 
His eyes widened with surprised, though hardened into scrutinizing slits once he figured out your game. You argued for all of five minutes before you walked the delicious man back to his seat, shoving him into his chair. You slid a leg over his lap, seductively toying with his Tom Ford tie.
He watched you do so, his jaw flexing as he tongued the inside of his cheek. “Having fun, Princess?” He  condescended. “You can play with me all you want; we all know at the end of day I’m your boss, and the CEO your pussy.” 
Bitterly laughing, you harshly pulled him towards your face with his tie, eyeing him down. You let a finger glide over his perfect cupid’s bow and down the column of his throat, brushing his lips with your own. “And at the end of the day, we all know you’re an absolute simp for me, so who really owns who?” 
Taehyung remained adamant you’ll break first, challenging you back, though once you leaned over and whispered something scandalous in his ear, he erupted into angry flames, simmering with betrayal. You proudly strutted out the meeting room, an accomplished smile plastering across your face.
Who knew going commando could get your husband’s panties in a twist? Men are sincerely so simple.
But, come the next day, Taehyung decided he’s not fucking around anymore. 
You nearly jumped out of your skin when your office door unexpectedly shut, flitting up to find your Adonis-like husband leaning against it, dressed in an incredibly dapper, three-piece navy blue suit. Taehyung tilted his head, piercing your soul with his playful irises, hands shoved into his pockets. 
You quirked a suspicious brow, questioning him of his arrival. “What the fuck do you want, loverboy?” 
He raised his brows at your tone. “I don’t think that’s how you address your boss, Mrs. Kim.” 
“My bad,” you retorted. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Kim?” 
Tonguing the inside of his cheek, a smug grin teases Taehyung’s lips at your use of an honorific, his index finger sliding across his bottom lip. “I’m here to speak to you as Mrs. Kim, a talented architect. I wanted to discuss something very important.”
Clearing your throat, you unwillingly welcomed him to sit. “Be my guest then, sir.” 
Taehyung twitched at your use of ‘sir’, suppressing a cough. He unbuttoned his debonair suit as he seated himself across from you. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim. I’ll cut right to the chase, you must be a busy woman.” 
You appreciatively smiled at his politeness. 
“Essentially, what I wanted to discuss is quite personal, though I wanted your opinion as an architect regarding the matter.” He began; you followed his example of professionalism.
“Of course, what’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” 
“Well, as you know, I’m married.” He proudly established, toying with his wedding band. “To this absolutely gorgeous, stellar woman. Love of my life, really, wouldn’t have it any other way.” He casually proclaimed—you attempted to hide your flushed cheeks as he spoke. 
“I see; how lucky you are?” 
“Very lucky indeed.” He gracefully smiles. “However, she has this horrible habit of being an insufferable brat and disobeying me—so I’ve been devising many ways to punish her.” 
Gulping, you nearly choke on your spit, trying to follow whatever act he’s performing. “Pardon me?” 
“Yes, we have a Dom/sub relationship and I’ve been considering ways I can punish her for her attitude.” Taehyung nonchalantly admits. “I was thinking about installing some new things in our sex room to ensure she obeys me.” 
Coughing, you can barely look the man seriously in the eye—he’s surely fucking with you, but his Oscar-worthy perfomance had you following his every step. “W-wow, she sounds like a handful.” You grimace, scrunching your nose—who knew you’d be referring to yourself in third-person today? “Though isn’t this a bit too personal, Mr. Kim? It may be unprofessional to discuss something of this matter with one of your employees.” 
From across your desk, Taehyung gave you a look darker than hell itself, shattering all your confidence. He had single-handedly submitted you with his intimidating eyes, soon rising from his seat. He rounded your desk, settling behind your chair, gulping when you felt his domineering aura permeate your back. 
He leaned over, placing his hands either side of you against your desk to trap you, his lips dangerously close to your ear—he brushed your helix with a hot, deep whisper. “Are you suggesting I don’t know how to be professional at my own company, Mrs. Kim?” 
The sharpest surge of arousal spiked through your cunt, shuddering when his heady Invictus cologne flooded your nostrils. His aftershave was killing you; did he just have to fucking shave this morning? 
Weting your lips, you swallowed harshly, shaking in your heels. “I wouldn’t do such a thing, Mr. Kim.” 
“Mm,” he hums. “That’s what I thought.” His caramel-smooth, baritone voice lights your pussy on fire, squirming when he speaks again. “Now, I still need your professional opinion, Mrs. Kim.” 
“Y-Yes.” Your palms begin sweating, tightly clutching them together to resist shoving your tongue down Taehyung’s throat—how could he intimidate you and turn you on in the same breath? He’s a powerful, powerful man. “What would you like to ask?” 
“I’d like to ask about the architectural science and safety measures of installing something in my sex room.” His unbothered, breezy tone ticks you off, yet arouses you the same; how could he ask something so blatantly scandalous? This man was truly never one to fuck with, especially when he was serious. “It’s for my wife.” 
Holding your breath, you clear your clogged throat. “What-what would you need to know?” 
Embodying the devil himself, Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave, voice deeper than the depths of hell. “I wanted to know the best way I could suspend her from the ceiling.” 
Your eyes widened, face burning so hot your cheeks could’ve melted. You shoveed your hands between your thighs, attempting to manage the wave of cum he gushed out of you. You nearly scream when Taehyung curls your hair behind the ear his lips brushed, his sweet, heated breaths lighting your skin on fire. 
“Tell me, Mrs. Kim.” 
You clutch the fabric of your skirt for dear life, pressing your thighs together. Your breathing was uneven, hitching as Taehyung’s intoxicating presence made your heart roar inside your chest. Your raging hormones screamed at you to simply jump the tempting man—jump him and bounce all over his perfect dick until you release a year’s worth of orgasms, let your sweaty bodies rut against each other until he spills his hot seed inside you. 
But once your pride takes over the conversation, you grow angry, commending him for his clever attack, but never surrendering. You turn towards him with glowering eyes, batting his hand off you. “How’s about I tell you to fuck off, Mr. Kim?” 
Taehyung heartily laughs, entertained by you. “Why, Mrs. Kim? I was simply asking a question, how dare you speak to your superior with that tone?”
“Perhaps you should ask your gorgeous, talented, wonderful wife.” You snark. “She doesn’t even sound like the problem, this all seems like a you-problem.” 
Taehyung leans back to his full height as he rounds your desk, wearing a confident, shit-eating smirk. “We’ll see if it’s a me-problem when she’s the one hanging from my ceiling.” He bites back, leaning his hands on your desk. “Absolutely naked, ready for my taking.” 
His sinful stare grips your very soul. You inhale sharply when you feel his dominant, alpha male energy permeate you, pussy aching to be full of him. When he shot one last bounce of his brows, his suave walk out of your office lit you up like a firecracker, nearly throwing your pen at him. 
The constant battle for a winner continued into Thursday, wildly scandalous shenanigans headlining your useless war. 
Sending each other endless thirst traps on snapchat, cheeky nudes, erotic voice notes, teasing touches, sudden naked appearances in close vicinity to each other—absolutely nothing was left off the table. 
Taehyung even purposefully brought his work out equipment home to exercise in front of you, coaxing essence out of like sap from a tree—you nearly ripped his shorts down to gobble up his cock once you spotted the glistening sweat on his lean muscles, heard his deep, masculine grunts as he lifted, watched him heavily breathe between each set. 
You’d bought the skimpiest lingerie set possible to raid one of his conferences at home. He was seated on your spacious love seat in the entertainment area, eloquently speaking about some transactions with his financial team. He sounded incredibly sexy, even looked it, too—sleeves rolled up, top of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his delicious chest.
You adored the rageful look in his eyes once you presented yourself, completely unbothered. You made room on his lap as you carelessly sat yourself on his crotch—it was your throne, anyway. He shot you an irritated expression as you courageously tipped your chin, clicking Netflix on your gigantic TV. 
You casted your bare legs over the leather armrest, cozying up your ass over his clothed dick. Taehyung twitched when he felt your pussy—your lace panties were unfairly non-existent. 
He cleared his throat as he continued listening to the others in his meeting, attempting to ignore your nearly naked body casually sitting on him. He snuck glances at your cleavage, two round globes supported by a push-up bra, though attempted to (unsuccessfully) ignore it. His arms caged around you once he began working on his laptop, effortlessly typing away. 
You leaned your head against Taehyung’s warm chest, snuggling into him like a puzzle piece. 
Your revenge plan began when you finally arrived at the perfect scene to start it all, considering the movie you chose, of all films. 
Fifty Shades of Grey. 
You let the sounds of Christian and Anatasia having sex fill the room, even putting up the volume just to hear them better. Taehyung flashed his annoyed eyes at the screen, rolling them when he sees you upping the volume. He remained unbothered until you maneuvered your ass over his crotch for comfort—you rubbed his subtly erect member, feeling it twitch. 
He subdued a groan when you did it again, promiscuously adjusting your position. Your husband remained adamant on ignoring you, containing himself. But when you purposefully gyrated your hips over him, Taehyung instantly grappled you, digging his fingers into your skin.
 “Y/N, I will literally fuck you against our TV.” He hissed, his irises furiously glowing with warning. “Sit still and watch your movie, or the TV won’t be the only thing I break.” 
You swallowed harshly hearing the sternness in his timbre—he was serious about possibly fucking you so hard he breaks your back. You decided to oblige, settling against his chest again to silently watch your movie—you actually liked the Fifty Shades franchise, anyway.
Things remained a little tense after that, but not malicious. Dinner later that day was lukewarm, both of you eating in silence, until somehow, the tension boiled over. 
Taehyung had sent Mrs. Choi and Seo home earlier that day, leaving you and him to clean up. Washing dishes should’ve been perfectly normal, if it weren’t for the many times you both constantly brushed each other, already vibrating with so much sexual tension, Taehyung threw his drying towel away to take your lips. 
He had pressed you into the kitchen counter, hoisting you onto the surface as he ground his hips into your barely dressed pussy, robe flung open. Your perky breasts rubbed against his shirt—you were still wearing your lingerie set, and clearly he’d had enough. His hands constantly roamed your body, brushing your bare thighs up and down, up and down until his fingers instinctively slid towards you center, swiping through your damp panties. 
You gasped into his mouth, eliciting something carnal to ignite his eyes. Before you knew it, a full-on, heated makeout session ensued. 
Clearly the 5 days you’d gone without each other had you craving the other in irrevocable ways. Taehyung’s pants were hot against your lips, biting, sucking, licking them as though he were starved, as though the only meal he craved was you.  
You hissed when he pressed the pads of his fingers into you, incredibly sensitive down there. Your hands naturally aimed for his belt, your hips shamelessly riding his masterful fingers. It wasn’t until you ripped open his pants did reality strike you both like lightning—you pulled away from each other instantly. 
Taehyung accused you of attempting to seduce him, while you spat back that he’s the one who started it. The argument lasted long enough that you both decided to sleep in different rooms—sharing a bed would not only heighten your anger, but the craving to jump each other’s bones. 
Now, Friday had arrived, also known as operation Hoseok’s dinner party, and also day 6 without sex. 
“Hob-ah, how’s your recent club been doing? Wasn’t there an issue with one of the bouncers?” 
“Jimin, c’mon, just choose a goddamn gift for your fiance’s birthday already.” 
“Jungkook, stop playing with your dick and fess up—you’re clearly into your wife.” 
The ridiculous chatter is endless as you and Taehyung’s friends gather at an exclusive restaurant for a night out, Namjoon and Seokjin accompanied by their wives, while the rest indulge in friendly conversation. 
Hoseok was celebrating the stellar news about the progress with his new beau; they’d started officially dating.
Everyone currently bugged the poor girl with nitpicky questions, throwing around harmless jokes and insults at an embarrassed, though elated Hoseok. Taehyung indulge in here and there, though predominantly remained focused on his phone; it seemed he was receiving important emails tonight. 
Your husband examined his screen carefully as he reclined in the restaurant’s booth, which should’ve been okay, if it weren’t for the firm hand he kept clasped on your thigh. It was a habit of his: Taehyung claimed he always needed to be touching your scrumptious thighs. 
Currently, he danced the tips of fingers across your bare skin. It was something harmless and ingrained in him, your husband drawing useless circles and patterns as he scrutinized the lines of a dense email. You ground your teeth trying to manage the constant touch of his hand; you were a pathetic whore for Taehyung’s gorgeous, veiny, gigantic hands caressing you, and you were near exploding. 
His rings looked impeccable, paired with the Patek Phillipe watch you gifted him for Christmas hugging his wrist, his wedding band glimmering under the restaurant’s ambient yellow lights. 
You squirm your toes trying to contain yourself. His fingertips are stroking the inside of your thigh, tirelessly teasing you with lewd ideas. Once he travels a mere inch towards your core, you’ve had enough, suddenly shoving his hand off you. Taehyung sends you a puzzled look, asking what’s wrong through his coffee irises. 
You respond with a mocking look, annoyed. Taehyung shoots a ‘what the fuck’ expression as you cross your arms, ignoring him. It only makes him press you harder, clasping your arm to encourage you to look at him—the tension between you two catches the eyes of a certain someone.
“Oof, trouble in paradise, friends?” Seokjin notes beside you. 
You and Taehyung both turn heads, caught like two deers in headlights. 
“You’ve both barely spoken to each other, is everything alright?” Seokjin considerately asks. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.” 
Swallowing, you let Taehyung do the talking. “We’re fine, hyung. Thanks for asking.” 
“You sure?” He queries. “You know you both can come to me with anything, I have plenty of experience with my own relationship. I feel a little sad seeing you guys like this.” 
Touched by Seokjin’s concern, your eyes soften. Taehyung light-heartedly laughs, landing a friendly palm on Seokjin’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that, hyung. Y/N and I are just… having a competition, you could say.” 
“A competition?” He quirks a curious brow. “What kind?” 
Taehyung flashes you a look as though asking your permission to proceed—you send him a confirming nod. Leaning towards Seokjin’s ear, Taehyung whispers the details about your current kerfuffle; Seokjin immediately erupts into hearty laughter.
“No fucking way, you guys are having a competition to see how long you can last without sex?!” 
Seokjin being the ever-so loud, rambunctious member of the group, the entire table is privy to your childish war, erupting into amused cackles.
“What? These two?” Namjoon points between you with a snort. “These two who can barely keep their hands off each other? You can’t even take them out without risking getting booked for indecency.” 
“No goddamn way,” Hoseok comments, stifling his giddy laughter. “Namjoon’s right, I bet there isn’t a single universe where these two fuck bunnies even last two days.” 
“Two days?” Jungkook chips in, clucking his tongue. “That’s being nice, hyung. They could barely last a day with the amount that they fuck—I literally have trauma with calling them because I know I’ll hear a porno in the making like last time.”
“Taehyung, how could you not tell me this?” Jimin acts scandalized, slamming his hand on the table; he may be a bit drunk. “I’m your best friend!” 
“Woah, okay, calm down, you clowns.” Taehyung gestures at his friends. “Jimin, it’s between Y/N and I, so I didn’t say anything. And you three, for your fucking information, we’ve gone 6 days without sex, so shut the fuck up, will you?” 
“6 days? Holy shit, somebody write this down!” Seokjin hollers, wiping his fake tears. “It’s a historical day for society!” 
“6 days without sex? Oh, these lovebirds aren’t lasting. Someone call the psych ward, they’re gonna go insane soon.” Jimin proclaims. 
“You kidding me? Give them both some alcohol and I bet they’ll fuck like wild animals when they get home.” Jungkook slams his hefty wallet on the table, scouring for bills. “Who wants to bet money on it?” 
Namjoon retaliates. “At home? Please, Jungkook, 70,000 won says they’ll do it in the Mercedes before even getting there.” 
“Who says the restaurant’s bathroom is off limits?” Hoseok chimes in. “130,000 that they’ll fuck in there; even Eunbi’s bathroom wasn’t safe.”
“Please, Hob-ah.” Seokjin grievously laments. “I still have nightmares about that.” 
“Okay! All of you, shut the fuck up!” You derisively sing-song, scolding the rowdy boys. “You guys just love picking at our sex life because of you’re jealous of it.” 
“Exactly; you’re all just bitter you don’t have a relationship like ours.” Taehyung spits at them as he curls an arm around your shoulder; you back him up with vehement nods. 
“Ew, I don’t wanna to be like you two nasty, lovey-dovey losers.” Jungkook retorts. “I’ve already got a crazy sex life of my own, thank you very much, which by the way I gotta tell you all…” 
And Jungkook goes on to explain an insane update on the current fuss with his wife, finally lifting the hot seat you and Taehyung had found yourselves in. The night continued with fun-filled laughter, chatter, and a plentiful amount of food—shit only hit the fan when alcohol was served. 
You and Taehyung both adopted the mindset of drowning your sorrows, inhaling shot after shot. You both became much more free-spirited once liquor entered your systems, finally loosening up enough to have a good time, forgetting all about your petty bet. You laughed into Taehyung’s shoulder as he told you charming jokes and shamelessly flirted with you, he smiled from ear-to-ear watching you cutely giggle—you remained closely entangled together the whole night, lost in the other’s eyes. 
Your drunken giggles were endless as you and Taehyung piled out of the restaurant with the rest of your party, your arms slung around his neck, his snug around your lower back as you fooled around. You’re both busy chuckling at Taehyung trying to kiss you when Namjoon patted your husband’s shoulder. 
“Hey, Taehyung-ah, you two getting home alright?” 
Taehyung shoots Namjoon a narrow-eyed look, slurring his words when he speaks. “Who d’you think I am, hyung? Ovously I wouldn’t dive-drive when I drank alcol.” Your husband hiccups, which causes you to laugh at him. 
Namjoon’s lips curve with a fond, dimply smile, laughing. “Alright, lovebirds. Get home safe.” Namjoon affectionately claps Taehyung’s back. The pair of you send him a drunken thumbs up before Namjoon locates his wife. Taehyung suddenly faces you, cupping your cheeks. 
“Hey, Princess.” He hiccups, his lips pouting as he stares at your plushy ones. “I’m sowry I drank when I’m the diver-driver; I shouldm’ve been more reponsible.” 
Your heart melts as he drunkenly rambles, cupping his cheeks back. “Is okey, Taehyung.” You coo, communicating with him in pout. “You work hard enough; you deserve a bwreak.” 
He brightly grins as he bops your nose, causing you both to stupidly laugh. Mr. Kang ends up finding you two, greeting him as though he were your saviour. He sincerely was, because once he began driving, the alcohol caused you both to disregard your surroundings. Your husband tugged you over his lap and connected your lips for shameless kisses, touches, even temporary stripping of clothes. 
You both incessantly giggled and smiled throughout the steamy session, happily enjoying each other’s company. Mr. Kang even faintly smiled at you two before placing up the partition. 
Arriving home, you burst through the door, liquor having stunted your ability to have a logical conversation. Tossing away your shoes, you run towards Taehyung, hooking your arms around his gorgeously carved neck. 
“Taehyung! Oh my god, we’re home, this is our home!” You drunkenly marvel. 
“Right? Our home, all ours.” Taehyung joins in on your fun, palms encasing your waist, slowly waddling you both inside after shutting the door. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if it wasn’t just us two, though?” 
“Yes, yes!” You excitedly shout. “We need babies, we need so many babies!” 
Taehyung warmly chuckles, his cheeks flushed with alcohol. “I don’t know about so many babies, Princess—it’s gonna hurt you.” 
“But I want your babies!” You angrily pout, leaning your chin on his strong chest. “You don’t want my babies, Taehyung?” 
Taehyung softens at your intoxicated expression, sickeningly in love with you. His palms affectionately encircle your waist, holding you close. “Of course I want your babies, baby. But pregnancy is a lot—I don’t want it to hurt you.” 
“But I need your babies!” You valiantly proclaim, crashing your lips against Taehyung’s so powerfully, the man nearly tumbles backwards. You end up toppling him over your couch, straddling him as he cradles your body over his. 
You both drunkenly make out, sloppy and disarrayed, relishing in each other’s taste before you break away. “I wanna have your babies, Taehyung.” You pout, a sad look dawning on your features. Your soft irises fall to his neck,toying with the top button of his dress shirt. “Why can’t we have a baby?” 
Taehyung’s heart sinks hearing your frail voice, lightly brushing some hair from your face. “We’ll have a baby someday, pretty girl.” He comforts you, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “We’ll keep trying, I promise; I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You attempt to blink moisture out of your eyes as depression washes over you; sometimes Vodka really backfired on your emotions. Lately, things have been difficult trying to conceive with Taehyung; you've been trying for 6 months now, and you’ve gained nothing but disappointment. 
“But we keep trying… and no babies.” Your bottom lip slightly trembles, sniffling. “I want a baby, Tae.” 
The brokenness of your tone is what shatters your husband; it sounded like a cry from deep within your soul. Taehyung’s palms immediately encase your cheeks, his heart softening. He hates the sad pout on your lips, even watching your eyes gloss over. Heart-broken, he softly exhales, pressing your mouths together sweetly, so gently, you were certain your insides melted. 
His kiss ignites something inside you, springing up onto your knees to gain some leverage. You use the height advantage to devour him, Taehyung’s hands sensually roaming your body. Your hips grind into Taehyung’s instinctually, deep groans slipping past his lips. 
You shudder into his mouth when he thrusts up into you, your clothed cunt welcomed by his rising member. You take his bottom lip between your teeth to bite him, licking over your teeth marks before plunging your tongue inside his mouth. 
Your husband licks your tongue, sharing your saliva without a regard for anything as ferality overwhelms him—you share the same sentiment. 
“Taehyung,” you breathe, hormones surging through your veins. “Put a baby in me, I want your babies.” 
Your plea is hot against Taehyung’s lips, constant smacking noises filling the room as you nastily makeout. Taehyung groans when you grind down over his crotch, deliciously rubbing against his clothed tip. “I’ll give you anything you want, pretty girl.” 
His uneven breaths light you on fire, driven by sheer lust. Paired with the alcohol and six days with absitinence, your mind is stupidly desparate for sex right now.  
“Wanna have your babies, Tae.” You moan into his mouth, Taehyung’s hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, squeezing the flesh. He lifts up your skirt to roam your bare cheeks, smacking both as he guides your hips over his lap, growling out deep, masculine groans. 
“Oh, I’ll fucking put a baby in you,” he pants, slithering his tongue inside you. You can taste the Whiskey he drank, melting into his strong body as his digits emblazon your ass. 
You run on adrenaline, craving Taehyung with such carnal need, you’re uncontrollable. You hotly whisper against his swollen, wet lips, fingers weaved through his sexy hair. “Taehyung, please… fuck me.” 
Taehyung’s eyes shine with desire, pupils dilating at the request. His body tenses, his cock twitches, his muscles even readying themselves, but he needs to ask. “Baby… are you sure—”
“Please, Tae,” you beg, tugging his luscious locks. “I’m fucking aching for you.” 
Your cunt flutters over his lap, sighing when the shape of him caresses you. You’re so incredibly sensitive, cum gushes out of you like waterworks. You physically shudder, bracing Taehyung’s shoulder as your hips develop a mind of their own, grinding over his crotch. 
Taehyung still hesitates, leaving affectionate pecks along your jaw. “Say it,” he commands, thrusting up into your sex once again. “Say you want me, Princess, say how much you want it.” 
“I–I want it, Tae, so badly.” You strangle out, pussy drowning with your essence, vibrating for his flesh to be lodged inside you. “Want you inside me… want you to fuck me like a bad girl, fuck me like a dirty slut.” 
Taehyung shudders out a sexy, deep groan, his dick twitching inside his pants. “Fuck, Y/N…” 
“I’m so fucking horny, baby. I need you.” You beseech, arm slinging around his neck to bury your hand in his hair, your unoccupied one tugging his tucked dress shirt out of his pants. “Fuck me right here, right now. Fuck me like your pathetic whore.” You drunkenly plead, promiscuously rolling your hips over him, body operating on alcohol and insufferable horniness alone.
Taehyung literally growls, an animalistic need overwhelming him. He snatches your waist and spins you to his side, rapidly pinning you to the couch. He crawls over you and cages you underneath, lips crashing into yours. 
His hands quickly ride up your skirt, tearing off your clothes before his thumbs cling to your underwear, stripping it off with hot finesse. He instinctively unclasps his belt, removing the irritating thing to push down his pants, freeing his incredibly hard, rock-solid length. Your grabby hands demanded his clothes be off, quickly stripping him as well to reveal his deliciously masculine body. 
Everything else that occurred afterwards was a blur to you, only able to remember certain details. You recalled your husband’s gravelly, husky groans, his hands desperately gripping you, the dark, plum-coloured kisses he embellished on your skin. 
You remember his powerful body manuevering over yours, the incessant sounds of his laboured breaths by your ear. You seldom remember the hot things he whispered, but you remember the way you felt, they way he felt, the way your pussy throbbed for more, the way your fingers tugged his hair, eventually scraped down his neck to leave red trails along his sweaty skin, the painful, but pleasurable burn between your legs.
But, next thing you knew, the alcohol intoxicated your head so much, unprecedented exhaustion overwhelmed your body. Taehyung exhibited the same symptoms, his thrusts losing precision, harshness, until suddenly, he lost speed altogether. His hips eventually stilled, barely able to keep his eyes open. 
Yours threaten to fall shut, too, only recalling the mutual look you and Taehyung gave to each other. You faintly remember him pulling out of you before he collapsed over your body, your own succumbing to unavoidable fatigue. 
The only reminder he was even next to you was the soft, familiar beating of his heart, and the sheltering warmth of his skin. 
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Taehyung awakens to the feeling of something on his chest, groaning as his eyes flutter open. He rubs one before peeking down, focusing on the particular weight over his heart—his eyes widen immediately. 
You’re lying completely naked on his chest. 
He curses under his breath, his head finally clear enough to understand his reality. He sees himself naked as well, running a stressed hand over his groggy face with a curse. 
“Fuck… did we have sex?” 
All Taehyung remembers from last night was his poor decision to drown in Whiskey, and the incredible horniness that attacked him as a result. He remembers making out with you, remembers getting handsy, recalls the faint memory of dirty-talk, but scarcely remembers the actual sex. 
He blinks multiple times as he gazes at you, your frame softly rising and falling as you sleep. Once his mind comes up empty of any other excuses, he sighs as he comes to his conclusion. 
“Yeah, we definitely had sex.” 
Groaning, Taehyung curses when he remembers your petty little competition, worsening his already agonizing headache. It should probably be the least of his concerns, but he’s still pissed he can’t remember who initiated things, meaning another future argument with you. 
Kissing his teeth, Taehyung snatches his phone and taps his screen, registering the time. It’s nearly the hour Mrs. Choi and Seo come by the house to begin cooking breakfast. Taehyung’s head falls back against the couch, grievously sighing.
Taehyung carefully maneuvers himself out from under you, affectionate with your slumbering body. He slips on his boxers and pants from last night, next locating a blanket. He drapes a light one over your naked figure, soon hoisting you up in his arms. 
He’s making his way towards the stairs when the door suddenly swings open, making dreaded eye contact with his two housekeepers. The ladies pause upon seeing a shirtless Taehyung carrying you bridal-style, though Taehyung’s quick to defuse the moment.
“Good morning, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” The two ladies kindly greet him, removing their jackets and shoes. 
“Sorry about the mess,” Taehyung ticks his head in the direction of your sprawled clothes. “We’d drank last night and weren’t exactly in our right minds.” 
“That’s alright, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Seo politely assures him. “You and Mrs. Kim are young lovers, sir, you should enjoy your youth.” 
“That’s right, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Choi chimes in. “Young love is precious, never let us old ladies stop you!” 
Taehyung cracks a fond smile, laughing. “Thank you, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Would you like us to cook some hangover soup for yourself and Mrs. Kim?” Mrs. Choi asks as she meanders in with her purse. 
“Yes, please, though only some for me right now, Y/N’s still sleeping.” Taehyung’s eyes shift to you in his arms, silently doting on your angelic, sleeping face. “I would like her food to be served when she’s awake. I want it nice and hot for her, if you don’t mind.” 
“Of course, not at all.” Mrs. Choi benignly reassures, already stepping into the kitchen. 
“Thank you. Prepare some ibuprofen as well, she’s a horrible drunk, as usual.” Taehyung jokes, earning a laugh from the ladies. Mrs. Seo guarantees Taehyung that everything will be in place for you, finally making his way towards the staircase. 
“Oh, and remember to serve her citrus fruits,” Taehyung calls out as he ascends the stairs, protectively carrying you. “Lots of fruits for her, in general. And don’t forget her vitamins, please.” 
The ladies nod affirmatively before returning to their work, leaving Taehyung to vanish upstairs. 
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“Shit, my car’s in the shop.” 
You lightly hit your fist against your palm, kissing your teeth when you recall your lack of transportation today. It’s currently a calm, late Saturday afternoon, having spent the last hour getting ready for your evening out with Hana. 
Thank God your massive headache subsided after your delicious hangover soup, your housekeepers really were the best cooks. They must've been magicians, though, because their food had also granted you the ability to regain your memories from last night. 
You muffled your scream into your pillow when you remembered you and Taehyung having sex; your sore legs were enough to know it was real, too, and not a dream. You whined at the idea that somebody lost the competition, and you’re unsure of exactly who it was, but 70% sure it was you. 
As a result, you decided to subconsciously ignore Taehyung today. Thankfully, he spent his morning out, having gone golfing with some board members before returning home to work quietly in his study. 
Memories of last night’s steamy, sweaty sex entered your mind every now and then throughout the morning, though you forced yourself to pretend it didn’t happen, and that it didn’t count, either. 
Swallowing your pride, you sigh as you patter over to Taehyung’s study, lightly knocking on the door. 
“Come in.” You hear him request, carefully twisting the knob open. You clear your throat as you waddle inside, Taehyung’s gaze lifting from his laptop to observe you. He visibly brightens, as though his body has an innate reaction to your presence, though he schools himself, returning to his work. 
“Good afternoon, Princess.” 
The addressment curves your lips in the slightest, lacing your fingers behind your back. “Good afternoon, Tae.” 
“How’s your headache?” He queries, sifting through paperwork. “Mrs. Seo told me you slept in because of it.” 
“Yeah, I could barely get out of bed, honestly. Though the hangover soup helped, and the ibuprofen, too.” You detail. “They told me you specifically requested both. Thank you.” 
“No need to thank me, love.” He replies, flexing his neck sideways with a grimace before focusing on his work; his shoulder seemed to be bothering him. You hesitate offering him a massage considering the awkward tension from last night, though his voice interrupts your thought. “Why did you come to my study, did you need something?” 
“Oh, yeah.” A figurative lightbulb pops into thin air above you, extending your hand. “Could I have the keys to your Mercedes? My car’s in the shop.” 
He furrows his brows. “My car? Are you going out?” 
You grab the ends of your blush pink baby doll, lightly swaying the thin satin fabric, even puckering your lips to indicate your makeup. “A bit obvious, isn’t it?” 
Taehyung sends you a deadpan expression. “With who?” 
His stoic energy ticks you off, letting your sarcasm loose. “My secret boyfriend.” 
Your husband shoots you a harsh look. “Be serious, Y/N.”
Letting out a long, deep sigh, you confess. “With Hana; she wants to complain about my brother.” 
“Will you be out all night?” 
“Don’t think so, I’m visiting the site of the new headquarters building Sunday morning and I want to sleep well.” You honestly inform him—he amicably nods. 
“Alright, I’ll give you the keys, but do me a quick favour first, please?” He asks, pointing towards one of his shelves on his left. “I need one of those old logs on the 7th shelf, could you grab it for me?” 
Nodding, you follow his instructions indicating which specific log, stepping towards his shelf. You kiss your teeth registering that it’s too high, locating a nearby stepping stool. You almost climb onto it until you suddenly freeze, remembering something vital; you’re wearing nothing underneath your babydoll. 
You face flushes once you consider that if you climb the stool, you’ll be flashing Taehyung your bare pussy. While on another day that wouldn’t have been a problem, the current sticky situation made you feel shy about it—he could potentially believe you’re seducing him. 
Clearing your throat, you timidly clasp your hands together, facing him. “Um… it’s a little high for me, I think you’ll need to grab it.” 
Taehyung tilts his head. “You can use the stepping stool; it’s specifically for you.” 
Rolling your eyes, you decide to admit the truth. “Well, I’m not wearing anything underneath this, and last I remember you think I’m trying to seduce you 24/7, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung instantly recognizes your dig, narrowing his eyes at you. He huffs out before drawing back his chair, rising from his seat. His long legs carry him so fast you have limited time to move out of his way, Taehyung simply reaching over your head. 
It’s a minor thing, and yet, it’s the soft hand Taehyung clasps around your hip as he reaches up that lights your skin on fire. His touch through the thin babydoll feels exhilarating, suddenly reminded of his body on yours last night. The sex drought had surely made you insane; how could his domestic touch and mere presence behind you make you squirm? His larger body always made you feel so small, but in a way that ignited your bones. 
You shrug off his touch once the image of his broad frame in comparison to yours ruins you—Taehyung cocks a suspicious brow as he retrieves the log. He returns to his desk without questioning it, plopping down the heavy binder before opening his drawer, unearthing his keys. 
“You know the rules; both about my car and going out.” He reminds you, jangling the keys. “Think you know the car ones, but I think you need a reminder of the going out ones.” 
You tilt your head, curiously contorting your lips. 
Taehyung tongues his cheek, swallowing. “You need to kiss me before you go.” 
Your eyes widen, awkwardly shuffling your feet. “I thought you said no kissing?” 
“I said quick pecks are allowed.” 
Seeing his point, you roll your eyes. You paddle over to him, watching him turn his chair to face you. He nonchalantly leans back, manspreading his expansive legs as he blankly waits for you, holding out the keys.
With slightly flustered cheeks, you swallow, carefully leaning down—his domineering presence is sincerely wounding your resolve. Your hand cradles his bicep as you tenderly press your lips to his, kissing him. You’re surprised when he actually reciprocates it, kissing you back. Feeding into the sweet liplock for all of six seconds, you pull away before his scent hypnotizes you, snatching the keys. 
“Thank you.” You quickly mumble before scurrying away, yearning to be out of his study already. Taehyung doesn’t say anything else, which at first, makes you glad, though on second thought, causes your heart to sink. He didn’t mention last night; would he not have used it to solidify his win? Or is he purposefully ignoring it because he’s pissed?
Did he possibly not even remember last night? There’s no way, you’re certain Taehyung woke up first and tucked you into bed; he surely found you both lying naked together, too. 
Swallowing your pride, you swivel around on your foot. “By the way… um, about last night.” 
He lifts his gaze, paying attention to you. “Yes?” 
“It… it doesn’t count.” You manage to say. “We were both drunk, and it’s hard to remember, anyway.” 
Taehyung furrows an intimidating brow of his. “I understand, but it still completely counts, Y/N. We had sex.” 
“We fell asleep before we could even orgasm, Tae.” You argue. “It doesn’t count, alcohol just makes us really horny.” 
“We were already horny before the alcohol, Y/N.” Taehyung reasons. “It does count; we couldn’t control ourselves and had sex, let’s consider it a draw.” 
You exclaim with confusion, hand finding your hip. “What? A draw? No way some drunk sex ends everything at a draw.” 
Your husband sighs behind his desk. “Yes it does, Y/N. Like you said, neither of us really remember it, so it’s no use analyzing who seduced who first. Let's act like grown ups and call it a fair draw, okay?” 
Scoffing, you fold your arms over your chest. “It was probably you who lost, anyway.” 
“It was you, actually.” Taehyung’s quick to bite back. “I have better tolerance and therefore better memory of last night; I remember you starting things, Y/N.” 
“We can’t be sure of that,” you retort. “We were both wasted and clearly very horny, you just don’t want to admit that you lost.” 
Taehyung crudely laughs. “Win or lose, drunk sex means a draw, end of discussion.” Your husband finalizes. “Even though it was technically you, I’m being nice and letting us end off on a draw; cherish my kindness, sweetie.” 
Indignation immediately floods your system, puffing your cheeks at him. “Shut up, you didn’t win for shit, your tolerance isn’t even that much better than mine.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is!” 
“No it isn’t!” 
You and Taehyung immaturely fight again, stuck in a constant back and forth of who gave into who first. 
“Actually, it started at the dinner table when you couldn’t even keep your hands off me, you were clearly trying to make me horny!” You screech.
“Actually, it started when you purposefully wore that skirt and those thigh-highs, it wouldn’t be the first time you weaponized your outfits to make me horny!” He retaliates.
Hollering at each other for another five obnoxious minutes, you grow fed up. 
“Ugh! You’re an insufferable sore loser, you can never stand letting me be right with your damn ego!” You irritatedly shout.
“My ego? You never stand for an option where you’re wrong, you’re worse!” He loudly counters.
“Goddamnit, you’re so stubborn!” 
“You’re more stubborn!” 
“Fuck you, Taehyung. You know what? Let’s just never have sex again, yeah?” You condescendingly finalize. 
“Okay, fine, no sex.” Taehyung nonchalantly shrugs. “Suffer without it, you horny brat.” 
Your jaw drops at his audacity, eyes burning with anger. “Fine!” 
“Fine!” Taehyung yells after you, his eyes similarly simmering with frustration. 
“Fine, no sex!” 
“No sex!” He repeats. 
“No sex, ever again, never ever!” You bark.
You stare at him, and he stares at you. Your blood boils with anger underneath your skin, but your cunt vibrates, grinding your teeth to manage the feeling. Taehyung remains unbothered with his folded arms and reprimanding eyes, but his constant swallowing gives him away. 
Nobody says a word, nobody moves a muscle, and yet the tension enlivens whatever frustration is simmering, the energy absolutely palpable. 
Holding your gaze, Taehyung grinds his teeth, biceps tensing underneath his dress shirt as he seriously contemplates something. He lets out a long, deep sigh afterwards, shaking his head. “Godamnit, so what if I lose…” 
Suddenly, Taehyung kicks out his chair, abandoning his desk to walk over to you. He grabs your face faster than the speed of light, and crashes his lips against yours. 
You’re winded, eyes wide with shock at the sheer force of his kiss, but the carnality excites you, wantonly swinging your arms around his neck. His eager  hands glide down your body, feeling all of you in your thin babydoll before clasping the back of your thighs, encouraging you to jump. 
You instantly moan into his mouth when you hop into his arms, having missed the taste of him. He’d just had something sweet; the hint of vanilla cream and strawberries explodes over your taste buds, slithering your tongue further into his mouth.
Taehyung shudders out a deep groan, swirling his tongue around yours when greedy lust overwhelms him. He becomes impatient, effortlessly carrying you towards his long corduroy couch. Taehyung quickly seats himself as he positions you over his lap, his hands greedily wrapping around, hungirly embracing you.
He presses your body into his, encouraging you to grind your hips over him. He pries away for air, breathily speaking against your lips. “Not wearing anything underneath, huh?” 
You lightly chuckle, swiping your tongue over his pillowy lips. “Nothing at all.” 
With mischief gleaming in his eyes, Taehyung attacks your lips, making out with you shamelessly as his hands travel downwards, suddenly cupping your bare ass. He squeezes you, even teases your damp core in a way that makes you jump in his arms, squeaking. 
He heartily laughs before snatching the ends of your babydoll, his timbre husky when he speaks. “I really love this on you; a babydoll for my babydoll,” he pecks you, “but I’m tearing it off.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung strips off your nightwear in one swift motion, leaving you bare over his clothed figure. Your fingers grapple onto his hair as your pussy earns god-like friction over his dress pants, whimpering like a needy slut. 
The feeling ignites an insatiable hunger inside you, biting down on Taehyung’s bottom lip. You tug on it, watching it bounce back to its place with dilated, ravenous eyes. His look of sheer bliss leaves you craving him like a drug, done with denying yourself your gorgeous husband. 
Grabbing his shirt, you pin Taehyung down on his couch, his eyes excitedly shimmering when his back crashes into the cushions. “Fuck, baby…” 
“I’ll go insane without you.” You unevenly breathe, fingers making quick work of his buttons. “Take this off, now.” 
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, ripping open his shirt as your hands visit his pesky belt, nearly ripping it off him. Your husband eagerly watches as you shove down his pants, smirking as he tucks a casual hand underneath his head. “Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” 
Playfully narrowing your eyes at him, you suppress a laugh. “Says you of all people.” 
For your revenge, you clasp Taehyung’s unoccupied hand and tuck it against your soaked, dripping pussy folds. You let out a broken shudder, bracing your hands against his strong, expansive chest. Taehyung curses underneath his breath, fascinated by your wetness. 
“Shit, baby, you’re fucking soaked.” He coos. “Is this for me? Do I make my baby this wet?” 
You obediently nod, lightly grinding your hips into his hand, adoring the way his gigantic palm easily envelopes your cunt. You bite your lip to suppress raunchy moans, Taehyung’s caramel-smooth voice gracing your ears. “Do this over my cock, baby. Put me inside, yeah?” 
You mewl hearing his words, wrapping your palm around his erect member. You free him from the confines of his boxers, gushing brand new arousal when you feel how deliciously hard he is. His thick veins, his impressive girth, the delicious heft of him. Stroking his pulsing shaft, Taehyung melts underneath you; clearly you’re not the only one who’s been dying for sex. 
“Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” You mock him. 
“Fuck off.” 
“Fuck me, Taehyung.” 
He lightly laughs at your wittiness, and without further ado, you elevate your hips, aligning him with your entrance before piercing yourself on his dick. 
You gasp when he enters you, surprised by how large Taehyung feels. He’s always been big, but something about your recent promise of abstinence made Taehyung feel foreignly large, falling forward upon his body. 
It’s imperative you stop, digging your nails into his chest when the ache harms you. “Fuck…” 
Taehyung worriedly grips you. “What’s wrong, Princess?” 
“You’re big… you’re so big, Taehyung.”You struggle to speak, breathing through the intrusion of his flesh.
“Shit, I feel too big after a while, don’t I?” He curses, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, soothing you. “Take what you can, Princess, only what you can.” 
His gentle voice nearly waters your eyes, feeling your love for him meld with your incredible horniness. Your walls soak him in thereafter, as though Taehyung were returning home. The pain simmers long enough that pleasure explodes inside you, walls adjusting to his size. They pulse erratically, but adore the familiar insertion, welcoming him with open arms. 
Once you’re entirely speared over Taehyung’s cock, animalistic grunts leave you both. Your body feels as though it’s on white hot fire, and Taehyung’s stomach contracts attempting to hold back his load, hungry eyes beaming up at you from below. 
“Y/N, I swear to God…” He breathes, barely able to speak, throwing his head back to regain himself. “If you ride me right now, I’ll fill you with an entire fucking soccer team.” 
Ligtly chuckling, you elevate your hips, slowly drawing him out of your sex just to slowly sink back over him. You both shudder with pleasure at the electrifying sensation, hormones raging, bodies eager for each other. 
Taehyung’s tight groans drive your tenacity, slowly sliding his cock in and out of you until you become addicted to him, addicted to the feeling of him constantly entering and leaving you, filling the very end of you. His dick is akin to ecstasy, riding him as though nothing else could satiate you’re intense hunger.
You reach your hands back to clasp onto his thighs, letting your body bounce over his cock without shame. The drag of his flesh inside you feels earth-shattering, losing your mind to the explosive friction, the slippery, sloppy sliding. 
Taehyung becomes obsessed with the erotic scene before him, greedy hands worshipping your jostling body, his tender words praising you for the goddess you are. 
“Holy fuck, Y/N.” He groans with blown out eyes, gripping your maneuvering hips. “This so fucking hot, you literally drive me insane.” 
Eating up his words, you are gyrating your hips, serving your clit the attention it deserves. This time you lean forward, fingers digging into Taehyung’s taut stomach as you relish in his perfectly shaped member, feeling his thick veins and throbbing meat serve you heaven on a silver platter. 
Taehyung’s hand snakes up your body, lightly clasping around your neck. He listens to your moans heighten in pitch as he carefully grips your throat, watching your hips roll over his spasming meat. 
“My fucking god,” he swallows, timbre deep and husky—needy. “You’re the most gorgeous woman on Earth.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung slips his fingers into your adjacent mouth, prompting you to swirl your tongue around his digits. Your moans become muffled as a result, eyes falling to your crazed husband beneath you. He eats up your fucked out expression, tears brimming your eyes as your orgasm deliciously simmers inside you, burning brightly between your thighs. 
You suck his fingers, riding him like a Harley, so close to losing yourself in the throes of your pleasure, it’s hard to maintain your equilibrium. Your head is spinning, your body is aching, blood is rushing so rapidly inside you you can’t even manage to keep up—you’re only able to register your cunt smothering Taehyung’s cock as though it were fostering a symbiotic relationship. 
Light-headedness plagues you before Taehyung suddenly rises from his laid position, drawing his fingers out of your mouth. He cautiously cradles your weak body against his front, protectively enveloping you in his warmth. 
“Stay with me, baby.” Taehyung purrs, softly throbbing inside your sex. “I know it’s good, but don’t let it all rush to your head; you’ll have a sub drop, babygirl.” His loving voice resurfaces you, feeling him guide your chin downwards to find his eyes. “Stay awake for me—I need more of you.” 
He casts some strands from your face as you deliriously nod, mimicking his calmer breaths. Once your breathing is more leveled, Taehyung’s gigantic hands weave around your ass. He grips you hard as he taked the wheel, controlling the tides of your sex, languidly, sensually fucking up into you. 
You whimper, sighing as Taehyung masterfully maneuvers your hips downwards as he thrusts up, burrowing a home inside you. He continuously sheaths himself inside your velvety walls as you gasp against his mouth, suppressing your moans. 
“Why are you being quiet, Princess?” He lightly reprimands, pecking your lips. 
“Mrs. Choi… and Seo,” you moan, hiding your flushed face in his neck. “They’ll hear us.” 
“Let them,” he growls in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Let them hear it; let them hear how good I fuck you.” 
Tired of holding yourself back, you relax every limb in your body, letting yourself openly react to your husband’s godly love-making. Your breasts jostle as you bounce up and down his cock, skin slapping against skin, addicted to the heat of his body. 
“God, how was I ever gonna survive without this, huh?” Taehyung groans, holding your body hostage as he jackhammers into you. “You and your perfect pussy? My pretty girl?” 
You gasp for dear life when Taehyung pierces himself so deep inside you, you nearly scream. “Fuck-!” Your body’s vibrating, ecstasy coursing through your veins as you lose all sense of sanity, hands clutching his sturdy shoulder for dear life. “Taehyung, let me reverse cowgirl you, turn me around.” You breathily request. 
Taehyung lets out a proud huff as he maneuvers you over him, positioning your back to face his front. You sigh out pronographically as he guides your hips over his cock this way. The leverage you gain is powerful, your palms grappling his knees to develop a crazy, pornographic pace over his dick. 
You indulge in the angle change, freely bouncing as you please. His flesh constantly scrapes your frontal walls, losing your mind. Taehyung lets out a string of breathy curses, fucking you from underneath in accordance with you. You reach back for support, your husband instantly intertwining your fingers as you incline forward, and he reclines back, both of you fucking each other like horny bunnies. 
Your salacious noises are endless, no doubt echoing throughout the house and reaching the working housekeepers in your home, but neither of you care when the sex was so god-tier, your orgasms feel as though they’ll be cosmic.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, baby, slow down.” Taehyung warns you, hissing with pleasure. “I’m literally gonna cum, holy shit I can’t hold back.” 
“Then don’t,” you coo, swiveling your hips over his perfect cock, toes curling with undeniable pleasure. “Fill me up, Taehyung. I meant what I said last night, I want your babies.” 
“I meant what I said, too.” He suddenly tugs your back flush agains his front, embracing you from behind. He morphs his fast and hard thrusts into slow, deep strokes, moaning into your ear. “I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You bite your lip as you whimper, hugging his hands around your stomach as he intimately fucks you, laying affectionate kisses across your naked shoulder. Your hand snakes into his hair behind you, sighing pleasurably as he kisses your pulse point, languidly making love to you. 
“Tae… don’t drag this out.” You beg, gripping his locks. “I need to cum, it’s been too fucking long.” 
“Yeah? Want me to make cum?” He huskily whispers, hands closing around your breasts to fondle them, seductively caressing your nipples. You jolt with white hot electricity, whimpering over him with a nod. 
He suddenly lays a hand on your tit, lightly slapping it. “How many times do I have to tell you about words, Y/N?” 
You shudder as essence oozes out of you, coating his throbbing dick. “Yes, Taehyung, please.” 
You feel him smirk against your skin, suddenly gripping you. “Then you better hold on tight, babe.” 
Swiftly, Taehyung lifts you up from the couch and shoves you against the coffee table in front of you, pinning your front to the frigid, cherry wood surface. It takes you some seconds to realize you’re bent over, ass out for him before he plunges back inside your pulsing pussy, grappling onto your hips. 
Your fingers scratch the table as Taehyung delivers hard, rough thrusts from behind, fucking you with delicious ferality. He pleasures himself to the nines, grunting animalistically as he gives it to you. “God, your ass, Princess, I’m in love.” 
You moan loudly, shoving your face into the table. “Fuck, Taehyung, my clit, please fucking touch my clit.” 
Taehyugn doesn’t need repetition, slithering his hand towards your throbbing pearl and fondling it with tight circles, drawing tantalizing patterns. You practically screech, shivering with pleasure as he fucks you senseless, does you right in every possible way. 
Your husband’s hips slam against yours with each thrust, each precise stroke coiling that wire inside you so, so tight, you’re crying out with unprecedented pleasure. 
“Fuck, I need to see your face,” Taehyung breathes, releasing a throaty groan. “Let me see your pretty face when you moan like that, baby.” 
Taehyung grabs where he must to turn you on your back, effortlessly man-handling you. He hands slam either side of you, now entangled in an incredibly intimate missionary position. Your legs automatically lock around Taehyung's waist, and his hands cradle the back of your thighs, spreading you wider. 
He brokenly groans when he shoves himself deeper inside you, his face mere inches from yours. “Holy fucking shit, fuck…” 
“Such a foul mouth, Mr. Kim.” You tease, voice lilting with a moan when he thrusts into you. 
“Sex this nasty with a gorgeous wife like you can do that to a man.” He snarks, burrowing deeper to reach the end of you. Your eyes physically glimmer with wanton need as he strokes your fluttering sex, feeling your heart glow brighter which each delicious fuck. Taehyung hoists one of your legs up on his shoulder, cradling it to him as he becomes impossibly close, smothering your smaller body underneath. He cleverly rolls his hips, serving both himself and your throbbing clit. 
You moan against his mouth, Taheyung relishing in your breathy little reactions. His other hand slips underneath your head to cushion you, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His beautiful coffee irises pierce yours, ensnaring your heart.
“Princess…” he breathes, grunting as he rocks his hips. “I love you; I love making love to you.” 
Your chest explodes with colours, eyes revealing your emotion as you keep his gaze. 
“That’s why… I like having sex. It’s not about getting my dick wet… or blowing my load in you…” he shudders out a painful moan as he slows down his thrusts, no doubt pulsing with his release. “I love feeling your skin on mine, being intimate with you, feeling our bodies move like they belong together.” 
You swallow back tears; something about the sincerity in his voice softens you, puddy in his hands. 
“I love making you feel good, I love seeing the pleasure in your eyes, the way your body craves me. I love it all, baby, I love you.” He affectionately coos, passionately shoving himself inside you. “And I want us… to have a baby. I want a little me and you running around, I want to have a family with you, to share my life with you.” 
It’s no surprise moisture floods your vision, sniffling it away. “Taehyung…” 
“So please, never think I’m only here for the sex. I’m here for you, I’m in this because I love you, Y/N.” His tone seeps with saccharine sweet truth, watching his coffee orbs softly swirl. “And I wanna show it to you like this, by making love to you—making love for hours and hours until you finally grasp how I feel about you.” 
Emotions clogs your chest with undeniable tears, narrowly able to manage them before a sudden long, deep stroke of his ultimately unravels you—both physically and emotionally. Your hands clutch his bread-like cheeks, eyes glistening with genuity. “I love you more, Tae.” You coo. “I love making love with you, I want to share a family with you, too.” You speak from the heart, feeling every cell in your body vibrate with such intense arousal, you suddenly erupt with an earth-shattering orgasm, nearly blacking out. 
This feels far too powerful compared to a regular orgasm, though, left completely winded, body jelly-like. It’s only when you feel something incredibly wet dribbling down your thighs do you sense what’s really happening. 
“Fuck, oh fucking hell… baby, you just squirted.” You hear your husband enthusiastically voice. “Oh that’s sexy, that’s so fucking sexy.” Taehyung’s voice is rich with fascination, his cock picking up the pace inside you. “Oh shit, I’m coming, I can’t hold it back—” 
“Come, Taehyung, come inside me.” You sweeten your tone, sloppily kissing him. “Come inside my tight pussy, baby.”
And Taehyung paints your walls entirely white with his hot, abundant cum, letting out a feral grunt that indicates the sheer size of his load. He hisses as he slowly fucks you, watching your fluids mix together between your bodies. 
“Shit…” he lightly curses, viewing your chest constantly rise and fall, your legs terribly trembling. He gains enough viable strength to draw out of you, your cunt immediately leaking out his seed, but Taehyung’s quick to swipe it back inside you, tucking his palm against your battered hole. 
“Soak my cum back in, baby.” Taehyung softly requests. “Let me feel you do it.” 
Following alon , you squeeze your walls as firmly as possible, letting him feel your fluttering pussy. 
“Fuck,” he breathes, fascinated as he watches. You’re barely conscious, only able to register his words and movements, but your surroundings are fading, limbs utterly spent. 
You nearly fall over when you attempt to rise, Taehyung catching you in his arms with panic. “Woah, woah, are you okay, Princess?” 
Taehyung seats himself back on his couch, cradling you in his sheltering arms over his lap. He curls your hair behind your ear, analyzing your sleepy, exhausted features. “Was it too much, baby?” 
You can’t even speak, simply shaking your head—only one thing remains fresh on your mind. “Let’s… never… do that again.” 
Fondly chuckling at your weary state, Taehyung presses his lips to your temple, affectionately kissing you. “Never again, babe.” 
Smiling at that, you cozy into his chest, letting sleep drift you away from the real world. You’re almost a happy goner when you hear your husband’s rich, caramel voice, his palm rubbing your back.
“So… wanna go for round two?” 
You pry an eye open, shooting him a puzzled look. “Wh-what? 
Taehyung snorts. “Round two, babe, in our sex dungeon. Did you really think you could make me go sexless for a week and I wouldn’t want to fuck you for hours?” 
Swallowing, your eyes soften with pleading. “Taehyung, you’re insane!” 
“What’s insane is that I didn’t get to make love to you for 6 days,” he counters, grabbing your chin to lift it, his amused eyes meeting yours. “Now I’m going to make up for each day I didn’t get to, starting with a little surprise.” He suddenly leans down towards your ear, letting his lips ever-so-faintly brush you. 
“I’m edging you with the very same vibrator you dared touch yourself with.” He grits, fierce eyes piercing your very soul. “And we’re gonna do it for each and every time you disobeyed me.” 
Choking on air, your eyes widen, begging for Taehyung to grant you mercy, but he only shoots back an evil, devilish grin, spelling your inevitable doom—you’re not surviving this at all.
Your erotic, needy moans resound around your home later that day as Taehyung deliciously punishes you, bouncing off the walls to even reach your silent listeners downstairs.
Mrs. Choi and Seo can’t help but giggle together as they vacuum the first level, their cheeks coloured a bright red. 
“My my, what young love they have.” Mrs. Choi light-heartedly jokes. 
Mrs. Seo snickers in response, knowingly smiling. “I have a feeling they’ll stay young for a long, long time.”
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mercurygguk · 23 days
if it’s not you · kth (m)
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↳ summary; Kim Taehyung grew up watching his parents fall more in love for each day that passed and he always longed for that great, passionate love himself. But if it’s not you? Then he doesn’t want it.
pairing; taehyung x f. reader
word count; 8,582
rating; 18+
content; exes to lovers!au, smut/angst, a bit of fluff
warnings; making out, dirty talk, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), hand job, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie, possessive/jealous and slightly insecure taetae <3
chapters. part one | part two
↳ listen to the playlist here.
author’s note; it’s here!!!! the taehyung fic i’ve been wanting to write for SO long ughhhdjsk i really hope you like it and that you enjoy it despite all the hurt and angst heh – please let me know what you think! comment, reblog, send me an ask – whatever you feel most comfortable with!! everything is greatly appreciated <3 thank you sm for reading muah
ps. a big thank you to @kookingtae​ once again for beta-ing for me and for helping me brainstorm for the smut scene <33 ur the best ily thank you for your support and help!
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Kim Taehyung is not sad.
Sadness is not what he feels when he goes out with his friends and spots two people all over each other, happy and in love. Sadness is not what he feels when he sits at home, watching a movie by himself. Sadness is not what he feels when his friends tell him they’re engaged and are having an engagement party to celebrate.
No, Kim Taehyung is way past sadness. 
If anything, what he feels is most likely something more akin to a feeling called ‘I don’t care anymore’... a certain, unexplainable emptiness. He doesn’t care that everyone around him is falling in love and getting engaged, he doesn’t care if two strangers are all over each other when he’s at a bar. He doesn’t care that all of his one-night-stands give him a nasty look when he tells them to leave in the middle of the night after having emotionless – I don’t care who you are or what your name is – sex with them.
Taehyung just doesn't care anymore. Or that’s what he thought, at least.
He thought that he wouldn’t give two shits when he saw you walk through the door, arriving at the engagement party his friends are currently throwing. He also thought that he wouldn’t care that some unknown guy was trailing right behind you, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.
But Taehyung should’ve known better. 
He should’ve known his mind would play tricks on him and pull up flashbacks to the day he lost all belief in love.
Two years ago…
“Kiss me,” he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. He begged you, the unsteady tone of his voice giving away that he was on the brink of breaking down if you didn’t connect your lips with his within the next few seconds. He was desperate, breathing heavily as he tried his best to keep the tears from welling in his eyes.
The last few weeks had been absolute hell. The apartment has been empty beyond measure, most of your stuff gone by now. You haven’t been in the apartment since the day you left and the only reason you were back tonight was because you forgot a few things. Taehyung knew you’d come, you had texted him to let him know just so that you wouldn’t be barging in on him at a random hour. One thing he didn’t realize though when you texted him was how much he genuinely hated all of this until you stood in front of him with a small, sad-looking smile on your face.
How you ended up in the bedroom, cuddling and now almost kissing, was unbeknownst to him and you as well. Taehyung had been sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as you packed your remaining things in utter silence. When you were finished and wanted to give him one last goodbye hug, he had made the first move to urge you onto the bed with him. It’s not that he had bad intentions with it. He just needed to hold you one last time before you’d move on for good. Cuddles then turned into him pulling you on top of him to straddle his waist, begging and pleading for you to kiss him.
“Taehyung…” You softly let his name fall from your lips in a sigh as you looked down at him from your straddling position on top of him, “we shouldn’t-”
“Please, ____,” he tried again with pain laced in his words, sitting up with you still perched on his lap, “please, just kiss me.”
[end of flashback]
Two years since he last saw you and talked to you. Two years of losing every ounce of belief he had in ‘the great love’ of life. Why continue to look for love when he already had the love of his life and lost her?
In Taehyung’s head, there was no reason to look for love when the person he loved more than life itself left him with only half a heart to live by two years ago. Even if he wanted to find another great love, it simply wouldn’t be possible. He lives with only half of his heart and you can’t love someone with just half a heart.
Not when someone else has the other half.
“Hey, isn’t that ____?”
Taehyung is pulled from his thoughts by Jimin, his best friend since high school and the only person who would be able to recognize his ex-girlfriend from miles away – even after two years have gone by.
“Yep,” Taehyung curtly replies and brings his drink to his lips, taking a long sip. The heavy, dark taste of whiskey burns his throat on the way down but he welcomes it, suddenly in desperate need of feeling something that isn’t the tug on the strings of his half heart.
Jimin’s face scrunches up in confusion, “who’s the guy?”
I don’t know, Jimin. Does it look like I’ve stayed in touch with her since she walked out on me? Do you think she’d be across the room, in another man’s embrace, if I had stayed in touch with her?
Instead of saying that, Taehyung shrugs ‘carelessly’ and takes another sip of his drink, eyes following you as you and your date move towards the newly-engaged couple. 
He can’t take his eyes off you.
You look so different and yet the exact same. 
Every move of your body and expression on your face twist in the most beautiful, hypnotizing way as always. Your hair is shorter, he notices, but it suits you. You’re glowing from across the room and your smile lights up the entire apartment when you throw your head back in laughter.
It travels across the room and reaches Taehyung’s ears, cutting straight through the music flowing from the stereo. The pretty sound causes his chest to fill with a familiar warmth. Except this time it isn’t him who’s on the receiving end of your smile and gentle touch; your date is. As much as it bothers him, Taehyung can’t stop watching you as you talk with the hosts, wishing them congratulations on their engagement, and handing them the gift you brought along. And then you introduce the man next to you, a bright smile on your face as you watch them shake hands. 
Something vile rises within Taehyung at the sight. He knows he has no right to feel like this but something about the way you’re introducing this random guy to you and Taehyung’s shared friends doesn’t sit right with him. It used to be you and him, attending every get-together together. You always arrived hand in hand, all smiles and good vibes because nothing could stop the two of you from touching each other, from being attached at all times – from being in love.
“Jia didn’t mention anything about a new boyfriend,” Jimin mutters from next to Taehyung. The annoyed glare he shoots at his best friend causes Jimin to shrug innocently, “I mean – I think, of all people, she would know if ____ was seeing someone.”
Jia is a shared friend between you and Jimin. While Jia is one of your best friends, Jia and Jimin are more than friends but not quite enough to be considered a couple. They will get there eventually – Jimin just needs to get his head out of his own ass and ask the poor girl on a date instead of only showing up at her doorstep for some fun in bed. Jia is waiting patiently for him to make the next move but Jimin isn’t that smart when it comes to serious relationships.
“Don’t you have something else to do rather than talking my ear off about my ex and her date?”
The bitterness on Taehyung’s tongue feels odd but he can’t help it. He hasn’t seen you once in two years after you left that night and now you’re here, looking beautiful as ever with another man by your side. 
Jealousy has never been something Taehyung cared much for. He never had a reason to but as you let your date wrap an arm around your waist to pull you closer, the jealousy washes away every rational thought he’s had since he saw you walk through the door.
Jimin mumbles something under his breath before he disappears from Taehyung’s side, leaving him to stand there while rolling the glass of whiskey in his hand, dark and glaring eyes shooting daggers at the man you brought along tonight.
However, it seems his glare from across the room also grazes you as you turn your head to look around. Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat when your eyes meet his and he can tell you let out a gasp once you realize just who exactly you’re locking eyes with. Your date asks you if something’s wrong and you shake your head in response, telling him it’s nothing.
Taehyung’s body heats up with a familiar tingling feeling that feels all too normal and yet it’s a strange sensation. He hasn’t felt what he just felt in two years, the different women he’s slept with or been out with have never once caused warmth and excitement to spread through his entire body as the ones he just felt. Not a single woman has managed to trigger Taehyung’s interest in more than just a one-night-stand.
But, of course, it’s you.
Who else would light a fire in his soul but the same woman who blew it out a few years ago?
The irony almost makes Taehyung huff out an unimpressed chuckle. He fights it and pushes it back but it's no use as you decide to raise your hand and give him a small wave, a hesitant smile on your lips as you do. Taehyung lets the chuckle leave him, shaking his head in disbelief, watching your smile falter into a soft frown.
You left him.
You walked out of the door two years ago and dropped off earth’s surface until tonight. Taehyung only knew you were alive and well thanks to social media and your circle of shared friends, not that it was much help. His so-called friends weren't very cooperative every time he’d ask about you. Especially when he would visit Jimin and Jia would be there – that woman kept all the news about you behind locked lips whenever Taehyung was around.
So, when it really comes down to it, Taehyung has no idea what you've been doing for two years. All he knows is that you went overseas to live and work there, making the distance between you and him bigger than he’d expected when he watched you walk out of the home you once shared. Taehyung doesn’t understand why you bolted out of the country as soon as you could – what you went looking for, he doesn’t know. Probably no one knows – except for your parents maybe. 
All Taehyung is hoping for is that he wasn’t the reason.
Thoughts like ‘how long have you been seeing this guy’ and ‘did you even think about me once while you were overseas, living a brand new life’ fill Taehyung’s head as he downs the rest of his drink. He steals one last glance at you, catching your eyes for a split-second before heading towards the kitchen of this penthouse apartment he currently finds himself in. He can feel your eyes on him as he slips his way through other guests but he keeps his own eyes focused on the whiskey bottle he spots on the kitchen island.
Once he reaches it, he uncaps it and pours himself another glass. He takes a swig of the brown liquor, sighing deeply as he feels the strong and burning sensation in his throat. 
“Slow down there, tiger.”
Taehyung freezes in his spot, his glass of whiskey halfway to his lips to take another slurp when a familiar voice fills the kitchen. His chest tightens for a split-second before he turns around to face the person he’s been thinking about non-stop since she left. 
You’re flashing a smile at him when he turns around, one that doesn’t really reach your eyes as your real smile would. He notices because he always notices. It’s one of the many things you can’t hide from him. No matter how much you try to plaster on a fake smile, he’ll always know when it’s real or not. 
When he doesn’t reply to your teasing comment, you pull your lips into a thin line as you cautiously step closer.
He can’t stop staring at you. 
When you left your shared home two years ago on the worst night of Taehyung’s life, he had no idea when he would see you again. Back then he had hoped you’d regret your choice of moving out and come back to him, tell him that you made a mistake, that not being with him was the only thing you couldn’t get yourself to do.
But it never happened – and two years passed.
“How have you been?” You ask, voice small and careful as if you’re afraid he’ll scream at you and throw all his pent up anger at you as the first thing.
Taehyung finally manages to take his eyes off you, shifting them to look at the glass of whiskey in his hand. He swirls the liquid around a few times before looking up again, a faint and slightly sad smile on his face.
“Okay,” he responds. “Given the circumstances, that is.”
He can tell that you know exactly what he means, the frown on your face giving it away. It makes a short chuckle leave his lips because it’s kind of comical how you haven’t seen each other in two years and the first time you meet again is at an engagement party – the type of party you were both so sure you’d throw sooner or later had it not been for the fact that the universe wanted it differently.
“You brought a date,” Taehyung breaks the silence hanging over you.
Your lips part in surprise. You did not expect your ex-boyfriend to ask about your date, but then again, you should’ve seen it coming. 
“Uh, yeah, he’s–” you begin, not sure what or where to start. Taehyung watches you intently, curious to hear your response. You feel a strong urge to explain yourself to him, why you don’t know. “It’s nothing serious– it’s very new, so…”
“I see,” Taehyung hums and takes another sip of his whiskey, the alcohol still burning and strong on his tongue.
“Hey, about–,” you begin but the shake of Taehyung’s head causes you to stay quiet.
“We don’t have to do that,” he simply says. You frown deeply as he glances over your shoulder at your date. “I’m over it and it seems you are too.”
“It’s good to see you again, ____.”
With that Taehyung grabs the half empty bottle of whiskey off the table and leaves the kitchen, a breath of relief escaping him. It’s gonna take a lot of alcohol to get through tonight with you being in the same room, so close yet so far – not his to touch or hold, the only thing that is his are the memories of doing exactly that in the past.
And nothing has ever left a more bitter taste in his mouth before.
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As the party carries on, Taehyung has been drinking more whiskey. He’s not drunk per say but he’s definitely tipsy and it shows as he stands in a corner alongside Jimin and Namjoon. He’s not paying attention to their conversation, too busy watching you and your date mingling. 
Taehyung is not much for admitting it but he’s been keeping an eye on your date all night, watching how he acts around you. He’s not afraid to touch you, that’s for sure, the constant placement of his hand on your lower back is a giveaway. However, he hasn’t seen the two of you kiss or anything of the sort ever since you arrived. It’s odd because, of all people, Taehyung knows that you’re not one to shy away from PDA. You were never big on it but you never despised it either.
“Tae, stop staring,” Jimin’s voice penetrates his focused thoughts. Taehyung tears his eyes from you to look at his best friend. Jimin gives him a look, one he can’t help but laugh at. Taehyung pushes himself up from his leaning position against the wall, standing to his full height. Jimin grabs his arm. “I’m serious, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
“Relax,” Taehyung smirks. “I’m just gonna introduce myself, that’s it.”
Namjoon shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Exactly,” Jimin pointedly agrees with him. “Don’t ruin it.”
Taehyung shrugs off Jimin’s hand, shooting his friends a glare, “I’m not gonna ruin anything.”
Before his friends can try and talk him out of it again, he wanders off towards you and your date – a dark-haired guy who seems friendly, boring even, and nothing like the type of guy Taehyung had imagined you’d go for.
You don’t notice Taehyung’s presence until he’s standing right next to you, offering a hand to your date. Your eyes widen in surprise, eyes shifting between your ex-boyfriend, his offered hand and your date for the night. You can’t help the small sliver of panic within your chest as you watch them interact.
“Hey man, I don’t think we’ve met before,” he greets him, “I’m Taehyung.”
“Jinyoung,” your date replies, giving Taehyung’s hand a weak shake without much thought. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Taehyung smirks, eyeing Jinyoung up and down for a moment, wondering where on earth you managed to run into this guy and why you thought of bringing him to your friends’ engagement party. The majority of the people here know you and once this guy isn’t part of your life anymore, you’ll spend your energy explaining why at the next event.
“Taehyung is, um…” You begin, turning to Jinyoung to provide some information as to why he would suddenly come over and introduce himself like this. “He’s my, uh–”
“Ex-boyfriend,” Taehyung finishes for you. He watches in satisfaction as Jinyoung’s eyes widen in surprise, the faint hints of intimidation evident in them. “We broke up two years ago.”
“Oh, well, I had no idea there was an… ex-boyfriend,” Jinyoung trails off, glancing at you in confusion.
Your attention, however, is aimed at Taehyung, “Tae, can we talk–”
“Did you know ____ fled the country after breaking up with me?” Taehyung lets out a sarcastic laugh, watching how Jinyoung almost squirms in discomfort. Bet he didn’t sign up for a meeting with the ex-boyfriend when he said yes to join you tonight. “Is that where she met you or?”
Your jaw tightens as you place a hand on Taehyung’s arm, catching his attention. He glances at your hand and then you, eyes meeting yours. He notices the desperation in them, the grip you have on his arm.
“Can I talk to you under four eyes? Now, please.”
He smiles at you, a tipsy smile but endearing nonetheless.
“Absolutely,” he tells you before glancing back at Jinyoung. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”
Jinyoung looks confused and awkward as Taehyung flashes him a fake smile before allowing himself to be dragged away by you. It isn’t until you’re in a secluded corner of your friends’ penthouse, you let go of his arm. Taehyung leans against the wall, a small smirk on his face as you stare at him for a moment before your face morphs into disbelief.
“What the hell was that all about?”
He shrugs, “I was just introducing myself.”
You let out a chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, “oh, is that what it was? How silly of me to think you were trying to measure your dick with his!”
He huffs out a scoff, rolling his eyes, “oh, sweetheart, I don’t have to and you know it.”
Your mouth falls open at his cocky behavior. Whoever this man in front of you is, you don’t know him. He is not the man you broke up with two years ago, he’s not even a shadow of the man you were hopelessly in love with once. 
Taehyung watches your expression fall as if realization hits you square in the face. His ego covers it up perfectly but it hurts seeing the realization on your face, his heart sinking to his stomach as he realizes himself what you just realized –neither of you are the same people you were two years ago. And for some reason that realization hurts more than he thought it would because change is supposed to be good, right?
“Maybe breaking up with you wasn’t a mistake after all,” you tell him, eyes filled with disappointment and hurt. Taehyung frowns as the words leave your lips. “You’re an asshole.”
“____, I–”
You shake your head before turning on your heel, heading back to Jinyoung who’s been watching the two of you with worried eyes. Taehyung catches Jinyoung’s gaze over your shoulder, the judgemental look he shoots at him bruising his ego. However, the sight of your hand slipping into Jinyoung’s bruises his heart as he watches you and your date bid the engaged couple goodbye before leaving the penthouse.
Hand in hand.
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Loud knocking wakes Taehyung up the following morning. He squints an eye open, the bright light coming from the morning sun hitting him straight in the face. He lets out a low groan, dropping his head back into the softness of his pillows. He forgot to pull the curtains when he came home last night. It happens too often after a night out – a bad habit, really.
The knocking disappears for a moment before it returns, more persistent this time around. With a sigh, Taehyung gets himself out of bed, slipping on a t-shirt and sweatpants before sauntering towards his front door.
Who in the world could be rapping their knuckles on his door this early on a sunday morning? 
He glances towards the kitchen, eyes squinting to read the red numbers on the oven. His eyebrows lift in surprise. It’s not morning anymore, it’s past noon and someone is very persistent on the other side of the door. Once he reaches the door, he sneaks a peek through the peephole, breath hitching in his throat when he realizes who’s on the other side. His forehead connects with the surface of the door as a low ‘fuck’ leaves his lips.
Inhaling sharply, he grabs the door handle and pulls the door open.
“What are you doing here?” He asks.
Taehyung sees no point in greeting you first, the question flying from his mouth before he can process it properly. He’s surprised to see you on his doorstep after what happened at the engagement party last night. When he came home and plopped into his bed, he had been thinking about whether or not he should seek you out to talk things through. He never got the chance to think further about it before sleep overtook and pulled him under.
“We need to talk,” you tell him, pushing past him, shoulder bumping his.
Taehyung closes the door after you before following you further into his home. You stand by his bookshelf, several feet away from him. He watches you as you look around, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants to keep them from feeling restless. 
“How do you know where I live?” He decides to ask after a moment of intense silence.
You turn to face him from your new spot by the big window, the view from it being of a park with endless rows of trees and bushes, the colors of them ranging from green to brown to orange to yellow. 
“Jimin told me,” you tell him, “but that’s not important – what the hell was your problem last night?”
Taehyung shrugs, “nothing… I was just introducing myself.”
A sarcastic laugh escapes your pretty lips, a look of amusement on your face.
“Bullshit, Tae,” you protest. “We haven’t seen each other in two years and you pull a stunt like that? It’s not like you.”
He can’t help but scoff.
Not like him? 
It’s not like him to spend two years watching women come and go in his home. It’s not like him to let the woman he loves leave him and not do shit about it for two years. It’s not like him to not care about love at all. It’s not like him to lose all faith and belief in the great love of his life but he did and it’s your fault. You made him what he is today. You up and left, leaving him because ‘things weren’t the way they used to be’. He accepted what you wanted because you were so certain that was what you wanted at the time. He shouldn’t have but he did because he loved you and he’d rather love you from a distance than keep you in a place that didn’t make you happy.
Blaming you isn’t right but it’s always easier to blame someone else than yourself.
“I pulled a stunt?” The anger that’s starting to boil within him laces within his voice as he moves closer. Your eyes are locked with his as he slowly moves across the room, nearing you. “You’re the one who brought a fucking date, _____! You knew I would be there and yet you thought ‘hey, let me bring a date and introduce him to everyone there while my ex is in the same fucking room’!”
You let out a frustrated groan.
“It’s been two years, Taehyung! For all I know, you could’ve brought someone too!”
The frustration is seeping through his veins as he steps closer, only a few feet from you at this point. You’re close and he can touch you if he just reaches his hands out to you but you’ve never felt farther away. Had he known two years ago that it would come to this, he wouldn’t have let you walk out of the door that night. He would’ve fought for you, told you that you would figure things out together. That he would do his utmost best to make you happy – no matter the sacrifices he would have to make.
“Do you know how fucking miserable I’ve been for the past two years? Do you know how many times I’ve asked about you only to get no answers from anyone?”
The guilt is evident on your face as he takes the risk and steps even closer. He can feel the warmth radiating off your body now, the close proximity doing nothing to calm his thundering heart.
“Have you ever, just for a second, thought about how fucking hard it’s been after you left and fled the fucking country?”
You let out a shaky breath, “I didn’t–”
Taehyung can’t fight the dry laugh leaving him, “I begged you to stay, ____. I was begging you but you left anyway and for what?”
He watches as you shrug helplessly, mouth opening and closing while you try to decipher what to say, how to explain. He would appreciate an explanation – ‘things aren’t the way they used to be’ isn’t enough anymore.
“I… I had some stuff I needed to figure out,” you mutter.
“We could’ve figured it out together!” He argues, hands thrown out in pure frustration.
The shake of your head has Taehyung frowning deeply. You look away, unable to watch the way his face falls as the words leave your lips, “I couldn’t love you the way you deserved. I had to leave. It was what was best for us back then–”
“No,” he mutters, voice soft and filled with sorrow, “you don’t get to decide what’s best for me.”
You feel him step back, taking his warmth with him. He sits down on the couch, running a hand through his hair as an exasperated sigh leaves his chest. You cross your arms over your chest; the act doing nothing to comfort yourself but doing enough to keep yourself warm after he removed himself from right in front of you. 
Unsure, what to do, you sit down on the window pane, watching the man you used to be inseparable from. He looks tired and not because you forced him out of bed by knocking on his door. He looks like the past two years have been nothing but hell for him – and you believe it. Leaving him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done but it was necessary in order to find yourself.
“I didn’t tell you everything,” you quietly tell him, eyes dropping to look at the wooden floor instead of him.
You feel his eyes on you, heavy and filled with longing, hurt and love.
“I knew you’d never let me go if I told you everything,” you continue when he stays silent. “I lost myself, Tae… And I knew as long as I wasn’t at peace with myself, I wouldn’t be able to love you the way you deserved.”
You take a chance and look up, your eyes meeting his in an instant. You feel your heart skip a beat, a pain so strong it’s almost unbearable shooting through your body. Taehyung’s eyes are glossy as he watches you make your way to where he sits on the couch. You kneel in front of him, your hands finding his in a weak attempt to comfort him but you know nothing could possibly remove the two years of pain and anger he’s been through.
He stays quiet, eyes skimming your face as you sit in front of him.
“Leaving you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” you softly tell him and feel a tightness in your throat. You bite back the tears but your voice betrays you as you speak up again. “And while… While trying to figure my shit out, I realized that you and I–”
Taehyung’s hands engulf yours, fingers slipping through yours to intertwine them. Pain is etched onto his face as you sniffle, one of his hands reaching up to wipe away the one teardrop that managed to escape just now.
“I realized that you and I were the only thing in my life that actually made sense but it was too late.”
“Baby…” Taehyung begins, the nickname leaving him before he can think about it and the appropriateness of it.
You shake your head, “I left you, Tae. I left and, like you said, I fled the country like a coward when all I had to do was talk to the people around me and find another way.”
The tears won’t stop coming at this point and it’s then Taehyung realizes that it was never about him. It has always been about you and how you felt; not your feelings for him but for yourself. If only you had talked to him, reached out to him and asked for help – he would’ve stepped in and done whatever it would take to make you happy again.
“I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you,” you cry, the sheer realization of just how much unnecessary pain you’ve caused him seems like the worst thing you ever could’ve done. You hurt the man you love and now it’s hurting you – well-deserved one might say. “God, you must hate me so much.”
“No, hey,” Taehyung calls softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears away. You look up at him, tear-filled eyes meeting his glossy ones. He smiles at you through the build-up tears in his dark brown eyes. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”
He shakes his head, “sure, I’m pissed at you for leaving. But I could never hate you, _____.”
The way he says it with such tenderness and softness makes your bottom lip quiver, fresh tears coming to the surface but it’s not an issue – Taehyung wipes them away with the pads of his thumbs, smiling softly at you. Why he’s comforting you rather than kicking you out of his home is a mystery to you, one you probably won’t ever solve. But you’ll take it, the feeling of his hands touching you again similar to the feeling of finally drinking water again after spending days in the desert. Or when you finally get to sleep after a really, really long and stressful day.
Comforting. Healing. Loving. 
“I’m sorry,” you softly say, voice so quiet and soft as if the atmosphere would break into a million pieces if you spoke any louder. Your heart is beating hard, thundering at 110 miles per hour. Taehyung is leaning closer, a magnetic pull between him and you causing him to do so. It’s impossible to stay away, especially after you sat down in front of him.
Taehyung huffs out a soft chuckle, the air brushing your lips. He whispers, “stop apologizing.”
“Sorry,” you whisper, causing Taehyung to let another chuckle escape before softly, carefully pressing his lips to yours. 
The world stops spinning and your heart stops beating for a second, the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on yours so familiar you might start crying again. It’s like returning home after years of chaotic traveling, the familiarity of it so comforting and perfect. You sigh deeply, melting against him, hands gripping his forearms as if to support yourself. Then a soft moan escapes you and Taehyung tilts his head to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping inside and touching yours, warm and wet and so addicting.
In need of more, you get up and push him back on the couch. He welcomes you onto his lap, pulling you closer, hands gripping your waist tightly, fingertips digging into your sides. The kisses you share are soft, passionate, and filled with words and affection you’ve kept inside for two years. Things you never got to say and affection you never got to show – all of it being poured into the kisses, deep and scorching hot.
Your arms lock around his neck, pulling him so close your noses are squishes together. He moans against your lips when your hips sink down on him, grinding against him. He feels himself grow harder, blood rushing to his cock in seconds as you continue your movements. 
“Tae…” You whimper softly when his hands slide underneath your top, warm palms sliding over the expanse of your back, nails digging into your skin. “Need you– please…”
In reality, you’re not his to touch and kiss. You haven’t been for two years. When this weekend is over, you’ll both go back to your everyday lives, return to reality – realities where neither of you are in each other’s. 
“What about Jinyoung?” Taehyung can’t help but ask, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes.
“He went back home this morning,” you tell him, your words causing a sliver of hope to appear in Taehyung’s chest. You smile softly, fingers playing with the curly strands of black hair at the back of his neck. You shrug with a sigh, “he asked about us, I told him the truth. He left.”
“What truth?”
The question is careful but Taehyung needs to know.
“That I’m still in love with you,” you quietly admit.
If you can’t feel the harsh beating of Taehyung’s heart, you surely must be able to hear it. It’s pounding against his rib cage, making it hard for him to breathe as he stares at you. A million thoughts are running through his mind but the only thing he can focus on is the overwhelming urge to kiss you like the world is ending, worship you and make up for lost time.
“I don’t blame you if you can’t forgive me for what I did,” you softly say. “But I hope you’ll give me a chance to-“
Taehyung cuts you off by crashing his mouth to yours; desperate, needy, eager and rushed. A whimpering moan escapes you and travels into his mouth, goosebumps rising upon his skin at the pretty sound.
“I forgive you,” he says between kisses as he pushes your jacket off your shoulders. You help him get rid of it, lips never leaving his as you continue to kiss. You have two years to catch up on – two years equals a lot of kisses and a lot of making love. You inhale deeply when he pulls away, hand gripping your jaw to make you look at him. His eyes stare into yours, dark and filled with so many emotions you can barely keep track. “Don’t make me regret it.”
You shake your head, “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good,” he whispers before pulling you back in for more, unable to stop for long.
The next clothing items to go are your top and his t-shirt as you tug it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor along with your jacket. Taehyung lets out a breathless moan against your mouth when you slide your hands up his abdomen, fingertips brushing over his chest and nipples. He groans as your nails dig into his skin, hands tightly gripping onto your thighs in a wordless response.
“Lay down,” he tells you, voice raspy from making out.
With one last soft kiss to his lips, you do as told. You lay down on the couch, watching him as he gets up on his feet, getting rid of his sweatpants. His eyes roam your body, grazing your skin and curves, taking it all in while feeling a wave of memories washing over him. It brings a feeling he can’t quite pinpoint to his chest, heart tightening as you offer him a soft smile.
That’s what he feels.
He finally feels at home again after two years of feeling like he didn’t belong in this new apartment of his; an apartment he found a few months after you left. He couldn’t stand being in the one you used to share because it didn’t feel like a home anymore. It’s when you sit up on the couch, your hand reaching for his to bring him back to you, that he realizes that no place will ever feel like home unless you’re there.
You’re his home – he belongs with you.
And you belong with him.
“Come back to me,” you whisper softly when he crawls onto the couch, hovering over you. His eyes shift between yours, three words he hasn’t said out loud to anyone but you at the tip of his tongue. “Tae…–”
“I love you.”
Your words get trapped in your throat, heart beating wildly in your chest as the three magical words bring a new kind of warmth to your entire body.
“I love you too.”
The rest is a blur – the way he kisses you deeply and passionately like it’s the last time, the sound of your pretty moans reaching his ears like a melody he’ll never get tired of, the feeling of his hands on your body, caressing you, taking you in and remembering everything about you; every dip and curve of your body. Every uneven texture of your skin, every dimple and small spot that makes you you.
“You’re mine,” he rasps against your chest as he trails it with kisses, your bra no longer covering you, giving him free access to all of you. His lips brush your nipple, another delicate moan escaping your lips at the feeling. “You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”
“Yes– Oh my god,” You gasp, surprise shooting through you as he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking. Your back arches into him as one of his hands cups the other breast, squeezing and caressing it in the most caring way possible.
That’s the thing about Taehyung – he can be rough both verbally and physically but he knows how you like it and he never strays far away from it. He’ll caress your body and worship it like you’re a goddess while arousing you with his words, dirty words falling from his lips without a struggle. It’s the perfect mix of everything; the best of both worlds basically.
You whimper softly when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before letting go, leaving it wet and swollen as he moves further down your naked body. Your legs spread automatically when he reaches your core, his mouth hovering above your heat as he glances up at you. A small smirk spreads across his face as he watches you run your hands over your stomach and all the way up to cup your own breasts. You bite your lip, eyes closed as you await his touch.
“Tell me, baby,” he hums, leaving a soft kiss on your hip bone. “Did you miss this?”
You hum in response, fingers pinching your nipples as you feel his breath on your core.
“Words,” he reminds you, “I need your words.”
Your eyes peep open to glance down at him, the sight of him between your legs, messy and curly hair and swollen, plump lips twisted into a teasing smirk enough to cause you to let out a soft moan.
“Yes,” you tell him, breathlessly. “I missed you, missed your touch– please, Tae…”
The sound of you begging for him to touch you causes a feeling of pride to fill his entire body, the smirk on his face turning into a grin. He hums in satisfaction, leaning down to press a soft, careful kiss to your folds. You whimper softly, the hints of whine following.
“I’ll be honest,” the air from his words brushes your soaked core, a shiver running through your body. His hands tighten around your thighs as he brings them over his shoulders to pull you closer to his face. “I missed having you like this, too.”
Before you can even think of a response to his confession, his mouth is on you. You gasp in surprise, hands reaching for him to grab his hair, the couch, his hand – anything. Taehyung offers one of his hands, locking it with yours. Your fingers slip between his, your grip tight as he eats you out, his tongue licking your folds. You’re whimpering above him, the feeling of his tongue flicking your clit over and over again before he sucks it causing your moans to become higher and more whiny as he works you closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” you cry, thighs trembling as you feel your orgasm coming. Taehyung keeps your legs spread open with his free hand, his grip on you so strong you’re unable to escape the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm. “Tae, I’m close– fuckfuckfuck–”
An immense wave of pleasure washes over you, a guttural moan leaving your pretty lips as you tumble over the edge, abdomen tightening as you come. Taehyung moans against you as he continues to help you through it, licking up your juices, the slurping noises lewd and explicit enough to bring a heat to your face.
You’re trying to catch your breath, a smile on your face as Taehyung crawls back up. You sigh deeply as he leans down and presses a row of kisses onto your jaw and cheek, one of his hands sliding up your thigh.
“You feeling okay?” He asks, face inches from yours as his eyes meet yours.
You nod, smiling, “I feel great.”
He smiles softly as he leans down, connecting his mouth with yours. You’re able to taste yourself on his tongue as it brushes yours, the taste arousing and dirty but so hot, you might lose your mind.
“Wanna be inside you,” he groans as he grinds against you, the only thing keeping him from slipping inside being his boxers. His cock twitches in its confinements, eager to be let free, eager to be buried deeply within your warmth. “Wanna make love to you, baby– show you how much I’ve missed you…”
“Do it, Tae,” you urge him on, hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers, “show me.”
With his help, you manage to free his hard cock, his boxers ending up on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. Your hand wraps around his length, a soft groan escaping his lips as he drops his head to your shoulder. You pump him a few times before guiding the tip to your entrance, softly gasping when you feel it nested between your folds.
Taehyung takes over, replacing your hand with his own. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer, lips catching his in a kiss. He takes this as his chance to slip inside, pushing against your entrance until he’s past your folds. You both moan against each other’s mouth as he sinks inside, the length and girth of him stretching you out. He moves slowly, sliding further inside inch after inch, carefully.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans once he bottoms out, every inch of him engulfed by your warm walls. His breathing is ragged as he stays still for a moment. “I’ll never get used to this.”
You smile at his comment, wrapping your legs around his waist. 
“Well, you better,” you tell him. “Because this time it’s forever.”
His heart skips a beat in his chest before he huffs out a strained laugh, the feeling of your walls tightening around him making it difficult for him to get words out.
“Is that a challenge or a promise?”
You shrug and smirks playfully, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “a challenging promise.”
He scoffs in amusement but doesn’t say anything in return. Instead he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back inside of you, hard and precise. The action leaves you gasping, back arching as he hits a sweet spot within you. He continues the action, pulling out and thrusting back in over and over again, fucking you hard but slow, his shaft brushing against your clit for every thrust.
“Fuck– feels good,” you whimper as he hooks a hand underneath your leg to change the angle of his thrusts. Your mouth falls open as he slides in even deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot repeatedly.
“Yeah?” He watches you nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you suppress a moan. “Did he ever have you like this, huh? Did he ever make you feel like this?”
Taehyung knows expecting you to not have been with anyone since you broke up is a long stretch. The only thing that bothers him is if you’ve been with the one man he met and talked to last night. The thought of you and him together brings a bitter taste to his mouth and he just needs you to deny it.
The sudden possessive tone of his words has your heart beating faster. He doesn’t have to mention any name for you to know who he’s referring to. Like you said when you first talked to Taehyung at the party, you and Jinyoung’s relationship was nothing serious, very new and not intimate at all. You had barely kissed him properly – something held you back every time it would take a turn into something more.
The look in Taehyung’s eyes tells you he needs to know. He needs to know if you ever gave that part of yourself to Jinyoung.
“No,” you tell him, keeping eye contact as you answer him, hoping it’ll give him the peace of mind that he needs. Taehyung’s face softens as he lets his forehead drop to yours, his breath clashing against your face. You cup his face, thumbs brushing over his jawline where faint stubble is starting to appear. “He didn’t.”
The relief that runs through Taehyung’s body is evident in his kiss as he connects his mouth with yours, his free hand reaching up to grab one of yours. He intertwines your hands, bringing it above your head as he returns to the task at hand – getting you both to the edge. 
The constant touch of his tip to a certain spot within you has you reaching another orgasm faster than you’re prepared for. It washes over you in huge waves, running through your body with such force your walls tighten around him. Taehyung moans deeply, his thrusts becoming uneven as he, too, reaches his high. Soft words of encouragement reach his ear as he drops his head to your shoulder. Your fingers slide into his thick, black hair while your other hand tightens its grip around his.
He lowly groans as he stills within you, spurts of hot and white cum painting your walls as he comes, “shit–”
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Hours later you’re watching Taehyung’s fingers play with yours as he holds your hand up in the air, both of you watching it as a comfortable silence surrounds you. It’s nice – to be cuddled up with him again after so long. You didn’t realize just how much you had missed him until you saw him last night. But despite the blissful atmosphere, there’s still an underlying tension of something that you need to talk about. Whether it’s your guilt for leaving or his regret for not fighting more is unknown.
“I wish I could go back in time,” you suddenly break the silence.
“Why do you say that?”
Taehyung brings your hand down, intertwining them instead as he leaves them to lay on top of the blanket covering your naked bodies. You continue to stare at your intertwined hands, wondering how it’s possible to match so perfectly with someone only for you to leave for two years despite them being where you belong.
“I wish I could go back and do it differently.”
Taehyung stays quiet for a moment before speaking up, “you can’t change the past, baby.”
His voice is delicate and soft, comforting.
“I know,” you sigh. “I just hate that I caused you so much pain. It was unnecessary and uncalled for. I should’ve just talked to you about it instead.”
“I think a lot of things could’ve been avoided if we had just talked about it but like I said… You can’t change the past,” he carefully grabs your chin to make you look at him. “Besides, we found our way back, right? We got a second chance at this, at us. Let’s make the best of it, yeah?”
A smile spreads across your face as you lean up and kiss him, the kiss soft yet deep and filled with the things you still haven’t said; apologies, I love you’s, promises and everything in between.
Taehyung sighs deeply against your lips, cupping your face, “I missed kissing you.”
You can’t help but grin against his mouth, “keep doing it then.”
“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he tells you, a squeal escaping you as he rolls over, trapping you beneath him. He dips down and kisses you again, this time with more force and eagerness.
That great love in life that everyone keeps talking about is really not worth much if it’s not with the right person. Taehyung used to believe that there was only one true love for everyone. Two years ago, he lost all belief in that. There was no point in looking for that great, true love because he already had it and he lost it. And even if there is more than one true love for everyone, he wouldn’t want it if it’s not you.
It seems his beliefs have been restored.
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amourtae · 9 months
overdue | kth.
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— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸
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↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.
↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers
↠ rating : 18+
↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3
↠ word count : 5K
↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3
↠ song : 120 - bad bunny
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"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."
"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."
"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."
Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.
You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.
The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.
He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.
The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.
His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.
You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.
Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.
"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."
"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."
"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."
You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.
"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.
"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."
"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."
"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."
"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."
"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.
It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.
You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.
You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.
"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.
Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.
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Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.
He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.
"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.
"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.
"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.
"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.
Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.
"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.
"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.
Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.
"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.
His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.
"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.
You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.
"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"
Thanks, Taehyung.
You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.
Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.
"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.
Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.
Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"
You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."
"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.
"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.
"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.
Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.
"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"
You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.
"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.
Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.
He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.
His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.
"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."
"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."
Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.
Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.
Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.
The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.
"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.
You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"
"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.
Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.
"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.
"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.
"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.
A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.
"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.
"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"
"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.
"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.
You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.
"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.
You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.
"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.
"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.
Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.
"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.
You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.
"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.
"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.
"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.
You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.
"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.
"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."
Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."
He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.
His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.
Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.
Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.
He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."
Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."
"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.
This is actually happening.
Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.
Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.
"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"
"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"
"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.
"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.
"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.
Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.
Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.
"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."
Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.
"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.
"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.
"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.
Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.
"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.
"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.
"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.
"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.
"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.
"Right there, baby?"
"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.
You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.
You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.
"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."
Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.
"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."
"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."
Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.
"Where do you want me to come, princess?"
"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”
"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.
Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.
A romantic man indeed.
He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.
You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.
The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.
You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.
"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.
"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.
You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.
Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.
"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.
Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.
"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.
"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.
"And I also know they're your favourite."
"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.
"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.
"Well, maybe one day you can."
The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.
"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.
You know exactly where you want to go from here.
You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.
You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.
You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.
Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.
"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.
"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”
You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.
"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."
"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.
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kookslastbutton · 4 months
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✑ Summary: "Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."
Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?
Pairing: husband!taehyung x wife!reader
AU/genre: smut, fluff, angst, marriage au
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: explicit sex, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, car sex, make-up sex, foreplay, vaginal fingering, impreg kink, breastplay, daddy kink, tiny bit of edging, biting, big dick!taehyung, arguing at first bc reader is pissed at Taehyung
Now Playing: Va VA Voom - Nicki Minaj
A/N: I don't know what to say expect don't throw your only means of directions out the window! But I guess it's not so bad with Tae ;) thank you so much to @cherrysoulth for being my beta 💜💜
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"I cannot believe you!" Arms crossed, you glare at your newlywed husband from the drivers seat.
"Baby," Taehyung voice struggles to be soothing. "We're gonna be fine. Calm down."
"Will you stop saying that? It's not fine!" You grit your teeth before continuing, "We are trapped in god knows where with no cell service and look, the gas tank is on E. What the hell were you thinking?!"
"I-I was trying to do something romantic okay?! I just thought it would be a nice idea to go off beat a little."
"And that meant throwing the only directions we have out the window? That genius idea really got my heart pounding Tae. Oh, how much I love thee."
"Y/n, you're overreacting. Like I said, we're gonna be-"
"Shut. Up!" Unbuckling your seat belt you open the passenger door of the car and jump out.
"Where are you going? Get back in here."
"We can't stay here Tae. We need to find help." You adjust the bottom of your dress.
Sighing, your husband looks out the windshield before glancing back at you. "Sweetheart, look around. It's almost dark . Where are we going to go?"
"I don't know but I'm not sitting here and arguing with you." You grab your bag from the armrest and slam the door.
Taehyung lands a harsh hit to the steering wheel with his palm before unbuckling himself to follow after you.
After ten steps, heavy droplets of rain begin pouring down on both of your heads. Wonderful, you think with clenched fists, Three cheers for the happy couple.
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Eyes burning with frustration, you turn around and tread back to your rental car. Taehyung unlocks the doors and you both jump in. A solid 7 minutes pass with neither of you saying anything. You stare out the passenger window, observing the current gloominess of mother nature. Hmm, maybe she's pissed at your husband too.
"I'm sorry," your husband suddenly murmurs.
"As you should be. I told you not to do it. Look at the situation we're in now."
"Baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I figured after following the GPS everywhere it might be relieving to do our own thing for a while. Yes, we got ourselves in some trouble but I say we think of this as something we'll laugh about years down the road. This type of stuff happens to people all the time, so let's not worry too much."
Turning your face away from the glass, you throw a slight scowl his way.
How can he be so nonchalant about this?
Ignorant to your facial expression, he continues. "I'll tell you a story of when Seokjin and I got lost in the woods. We were on our way back from an 8 mile hike but we ended up following the wrong trail markers. We tried finding a sign with a map on it but we were so far off the path that there weren't any around. So what did we do? We-"
Sensing a hint of threat in your tone, he side eyes you and abruptly closes his mouth. You lean your head back to rest it against the window and exhale.
"So what's the plan?"
"We wait until dawn when it's light out and the skies are hopefully clear. Should be able to able to get out of this mess then."
Having no other alternative, you nod and rest your eyes. One of Taehyung's hands hesitantly moves towards your own. It faintly brushes against your wrist before gently resting over your knuckles.
"Sorry again," he breathes.
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Thirty minutes pass and you'd hope to have drifted into a slumber by now, but no. You're mind was still very much awake and running. Irritated, you roll on your side. Taehyung notices your shift and angles his face towards yours. His breath tickles your skin.
"I can feel your stare Tae. Ease up."
"Never. You look like an angel like this."
"Mm, I'm a sleepless angel then." You lift your lids. A small shiver traces up your body upon viewing your husband's handsome face near your own.
"Are you still mad at me?" He swallows softly.
Eyes lingering on him, you notice he looks like a wounded puppy. Maybe you should ease up too. You sigh and raise the corners of your mouth into a half smile. "I guess not as much as before. But no more throwing directions out of the window."
"I won't—I love you."
"I love you too. Did you sleep?"
He shakes his head in denial. "I couldn't."
"Too bad…I think we're going to be bored for a while then."
"Not necessarily, we just need to think of a way to distract ourselves."
Curious you raise an eyebrow. "Like?"
"Eh, I'm not really in the mood for that."
"Do you have one?"
He thinks for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Not really."
"Any other ideas, husband?"
He wets his lip and give you the look. You squint at the expression. He wasn't wanting to—shit he was.
Lips parting, you smile in disbelief. "We're not having sex. Not happening."
"And why shouldn't it?"
"Because this is a rental car Tae."
"So, we'll have to be careful." Leaning closer, he sneaks a hand up your thigh. It glides underneath the skirt of your dress and rests firmly on your lower hip. "I know it's relatively tight in here, but we'll make it work. Just like our first time, huh?"
"I-I said no. Besides, didn't we just have sex this morning?"
"Yeah but it's our honeymoon. We can have sex ten times a day if we want."
"Huh, you wish! I think you'd get me pregnant by then."
A grin spreads like oil on his face. Dammit, you just teased it, didn't you? If there's one thing you knew about your husband it's that he wanted a baby real quick. Two babies. Maybe more if he was lucky.
"You know sweetheart, now that we're married," he starts. "Totally devoted to each other. We should think about having a—"
"Stop!" You cut in anxiously.
Taehyung chuckles, "Fine, but eventually we should talk about it. I guess for now we can keep exploring our interests, starting with us hopping in the back seat."
"I think I already gave you an answer, didn't I?"
"Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."
"No means no. Haven't you learned your lesson already regarding your little GPS incident?"
"Of course I have and I feel terrible about it, along with my dick. All we both want to do now is make it up to you. We're very kind you know. Extremely selfless."
"Oh god stop talking like that. And excuse me Mr. Kim but your dick is the furthest from kind. I can't count how many times it's-mrph!"
Unable to restrain himself further, he seals his lips against your own. It's demanding but warm. Shocks of electricity sweep through your body with every move. It starts at the top of your head and reaches down to the tips of your toes. His tongue breaks through the seam of your lips a few heartbeats later, causing a moan to escape.
"Let's get in the back Mrs. Kim," he mumbles between kisses. You feel him tug the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. A delicious sensation awakens within your core when his slender fingers brush against your clit.
"You're playing dirty."
"Yeah, and it's making you wet isn't it?"
Adding pressure, he traces small circles around the sensitive area before pushing the tips of his fingers into your folds. You mewl at the intrusion. You think he'll sink them all the way in but he doesn't, stopping half-way.
You fight the urge to give in but your lower region was screaming for relief. "More, Taehyung, please."
He smiles against your lips. "Get in the back and I will."
Fisting his shirt, you force him off your lips. "Alright," you agree. "But we're only doing this once."
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"You mean so much to me baby. I'd marry you over and over again," he breathes, running his hands along your bare skin. He trails from your shoulder and down to your breasts. They're cool at first but a fire sets in when he presses into your breasts with his palms. Your buds peak in arousal at the contact. He rolls them between his fingers a few times before gently grazing down your sides. You close your eyes and sink into the euphoric pleasure, knowing you belonged to him.
Eventually a hand slips down to your throbbing heat. As his fingers push into you, a ripple of satisfaction rushes through your veins. "Daddy," you gasp softly.
"Mm already?" His fingers pump into you allowing the pressure in your core to build. "I remember the first time you called me that."
You smile, recalling the event. "That's a day your dick wasn't kind at all. I think you took me about three times that night."
"Oh no you don't. I recall asking you if you wanted to stop after the first round but you refused. You were the one that wanted to go again and again."
Unable to deny it, you bite down on your lip.
"None of that," he scolds. Your eyes flutter open at the slight change in tone. You feel your pulse pick up as he begins moving faster in you, curling his fingers in the process.
"Ahh, Taehyung. Fuck." You tilt your head back, bathing in the feeling of being torn apart.
"I love seeing you like this you know. So pretty, just for me. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?"
"I-I have an idea," you barely mutter.
In a matter of moments you feel the knot within your core burst free. Taehyung's fingers extract from within you, making you tilt your head up. Upon viewing your husband again, you watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. They were dripping with your cum but not for long.
"I told you it'd be fine if we were careful, huh?" Taehyung sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off completely. "Open your legs a bit more for me," he urges. When you do he crawls closer to you and presses the tip of his length to your sex. Upon easing it in, you both moan. Finally.
"Fuck. You're so perfect baby. So fucking perfect and you're all mine."
He starts at a slow pace but they quicken with every thrust. Your body jolt against his as the friction increases.
"This feeling good?"
"Urghh, it does da-daddy. Oh god, maybe this was a pretty good idea. Us doing this."
"Must be kissing your cervix pretty damn right then hm? Who knows maybe we'll do this ten times a day after all." He pushes deeper in you, causing you to grip tightly on his shoulders.
"Taehyung," you gasp. "Do you realize—how big your dick actually is? I can barely last as long as I do now, let alone ten times a day."
Smirking, he bends down and presses his lips against the curve of your neck. He nips at it gently before licking a steady stipe up to your jaw. You let out a sharp whine. After a couple of more rough thrusts, you start clenching.
"I'm almost there, Tae. I'm gonna come soon. Just another minute maybe."
"Me too. Can you wait a bit more though? I'll meet you." He grunts and draws his length out from you before slamming it back in. You scream at the motion.
"Arghhh Taehyung, I don't think I can hold it now!"
"Alright I got you baby." Desperately trying to unbind the cord in both your bodies, your husband continues to work in you. The bundle of nerves in you threatens to snap with every push. When his dick begins to twitch, his thrusts get sloppy.
"Argh fucking hell!" He groans hotly. " I'm just about there, fuck!"
"Come in me daddy, come on," you egg. "Wanna feel you cover me inside. Maybe give me a baby too. Don't you want that? Huh?"
"Fuck yeah I want that. You know I wanna put a baby in you so bad. Knowing you're the one carrying my child, shit, makes me feel so satisfied. I love you so much, oh god."
"Do it, do it Taehyung. Fill me up and make me round just like you've always wanted. I know you have it in you. Fucking give it to me Taehyung. Just d—argh Taehyung!!"
"Fuck baby!"
Finally coming together, you both pant with relief. A couple of minutes pass before you feel him pull out of you. His length shines with your arousal. You feel yourself heat up again.
"Well that was pretty hot." You hear your husband say.
"About that baby though-"
"I'm on the pill Tae."
"Ah, okay—my impreg kink slipped out again."
"Oh it always does, Mr. Kim." Your eyes twinkle with amusement. "But its sexy."
"Shit, I wanna go again."
He nods. "Want you to get on my dick and ride me this time."
You contemplate for a second. Springing up from your lounged position you eagerly crawl up on his lap. A smirk on both your faces.
Yeah, the car rental people probably won't like you both after this. It got pretty messy by the time everything was said and done…four rounds later. But you we're trapped in love and it felt like robbery to cut yourself short.
When the morning comes, it'll all fall into place—or you'll never let Taehyung drive again—or touch the GPS. Ever.
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A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as a writer and put out more fics for you all to enjoy 💕 thank you
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yoongiofmine · 2 months
With a Brush of Fate | KTH | Series Masterlist
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Pair: Kim Taehyung x f!reader 
Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers.
Warnings: Another idol au because I can’t be fixed. Idol!Tae x ArtStudent!reader. Choi Wooshik and wooga are part of the story. We follow BTS' 2021 schedule, but there's no c*vid. More to be added. 
Taglist: Open! 
Updates: Every monday, wednesday and friday.
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Twenty one - finale
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taegularities · 9 months
tales of broken hearts | kth (m)
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absolutely amazing banner by the one & only @kth1​​​​​​ <3
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Summary: “Love has become a noun again.”
When a work trip brings you back home, you don’t expect for anyone to await your return or remember you. But despite the time apart, Taehyung still does – still looks at you the same way he used to five winters ago.
⋙ pairing: Taehyung x reader ⋙ rating: 18+ ⋙ genre: exes to lovers, childhood sweethearts; fluff, angst, smut ⋙ warnings: toxic parents, mentions of bullying, mentions of an accident & a few injuries, crying; my voice kink again, tae is the sweetest freaking person EVER; explicit sexual content: multiple (2) smut scenes (one is shorter), oral (f. & m. receiving), tiddie sucking, dirty talk, teasing, imagine tae’s super deep moans :), fingering, big dick tae implied, squirting, unprotected sex (be careful <3), cockwarming kinda, begging, multiple orgasms; maybe more lmk if i forgot something! ⋙ word count: 24.8k ⋙ a/n: oh god, i wrote this based on a dream ... what, may last year? :’) and it’s finally here now !! sorry for making you guys wait, i hope you like it !! <3  ⋙ betas: ahhh so many people who helped me over the course of several months !! @missgeniality​​​ for beta’ing this TWICE and for letting me rant and talk her ears off, i’m nothing without you 🥺 @voiceswithoutlips​​​ @justasparkwritings​​​​ @opaljm​​​ for beta’ing the first draft so beautifully and​ @chemicalpink​​​ & @chateautae​​​ for reading and giving me so many suggestions !! thank you so much - ALL OF YOU HAVE MY HEART <33 !!
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Love doesn’t bloom during frigid winters.
As a full grown adult, this mantra of yours would seem like nonsense to anyone around you; a bizarre mindset resulting from endless heartbreak. Perhaps you’re biased, but to you, it makes perfect sense, a series of experiences – with your parents, your town, Taehyung – leading you to believe that your somewhat pessimistic belief rings true.
But your pessimism has a reason. Your own little story.
You believe that every person, place and day has a certain narrative – happenings that can be gathered into words and morphed into a tale for anyone who’s willing to listen.
Some stories clarify where a certain rumour comes from, while others deal with small, secret flings between two people behind old, dirty bars. In all honesty, your town harbours tales that are just as uninteresting as in other places; but in some way, they’re still endearing to all the inhabitants, a memory of everything that has happened here and everything that makes all of you you.
Your tale begins in just this small town before you embark on the journey you have planned. And it starts off simple: known as the town’s rich little girl, born and raised in a prestigious household, everyone around you is certain that you possess everything you could ever wish for. Guileful statements about your lifestyle pass you regularly, shifting you into the centre of attention in your small community.
She has a beautiful roof over her head; chandeliers to sleep under; expensive, lush bathtubs filled with hot, scented water every night.
And none of those statements are wrong.
Every meal consists of the finest grocery; every birthday celebrated in the biggest hall; and every dress you wear hand-stitched by rich, private stylists whose names you can’t even pronounce. But what appears like the highest form of life can’t compare to the sadness residing inside your chest that settled there long ago and still lingers.
Because seemingly, the notes that inhabit your parents’ heavy pockets are worth more than you. Two hands don’t suffice to count how often you’ve carried the blame for unfortunate situations already. You’re the black sheep of the family, receiving pretentious love from them in public, but behind closed doors, a single mannerless or provoking look can get you in trouble.
You can’t recall why. And at some point in your life, you stopped caring.
And because of this warped and twisted lifestyle, you’re not shocked or affected in the slightest when your classmates pass you one summer day, poking fun at your oh-so-great skirt that screams magnificence ten times louder than their grey, dull clothing.
One hand flattening the fabric, you look to the ground, concentrating on walking and reaching the school as the boys in front of you continue their unwarranted teasing.
The only relief you ever get in this hellscape is when you finally step over the threshold of your classroom, settling on the free seat behind your best friend who flashes the brightest smile every single time he sees you.
“Good morning,” Taehyung greets, turning around and settling his head on his arms that he’s placed onto the top of the wooden chair.
For you, the only endearing tale in your hometown.
Your friend since kindergarten; your saviour in the cruellest situations; your partner in every lab class. The one who defends you careless of the consequences, that one boy in your life who’ll never stop loving you in one way or another.
And since you’ve grown into tender teenagers now, approaching graduation and surpassing your eighteenth year, the feelings you have for him change and blossom with every smile and lovely word he shoots at you.
“Morning, Tae,” you whisper back as your teacher comes in, clearing her throat until the class silences.
You reckon you’d doze off all too soon, watching the gentle movements of the clouds outside instead – but as soon as Miss Lee tackles the topic of the hierarchy of upper, middle and lower classes and their effects on the community centuries ago, your ears perk up.
You expect it – fully know what’s going to happen. Because it’s the only cue your classmates need to let their gazes wander to you, the sudden malevolence so palpable that you look into your teacher’s eyes, somehow pleading for help without expecting any.
“You should know how these fancy upper class assholes felt, right?” Yana mumbles all the way from her seat in the first row, not even mustering up the decency to whisper, but eliciting mocking giggles that sound from every corner of the room instead.
You let out a heavy sigh, trying hard to control yourself as your fingers tighten around your pencil.
Whatever. It’s just her. She doesn’t deserve your attention.
“You could’ve spared something for us poor workers who actually do something to feed ourselves,” she continues.
You’re used to such remarks – yet, you can’t stop the raging heat from warming your body; can’t avoid the tears that sting in the corners of your eyes as you shrink into yourself.
Yana being herself isn’t enough to keep you at bay anymore, and you need to speak up, defend yourself somehow before she continues. But instead of your voice, it’s your best friend’s – his silky voice laced with venom – that echoes from the walls and silences Yana eventually.
“Says you, who spends an unspeakable amount of money everyday while your parents struggle with taxes? I’m not sure how much anyone should really spare for you.”
Your head shoots up to look at him, his face still turned away from you as he plays with the pen in his hand. No one dares to say anything to him; you’re not sure why he defends you each time, because like this, he subjects himself to the treatment you suffer, too. But he always endures the words thrown at him, always remaining steadfast in your favour.
Perhaps today, he’s decided to be fearless, talking back instead of just taking it.
You like to imagine that he’s not really staring at the writing utensil itself, but glaring at Yana through his light bangs, his eyes intimidating when they need to be despite his endlessly gentle personality.
But no one, including the self proclaimed popular girl of the school, knows how to respond now that Taehyung has stood up for you and barked back, shutting the mouth that enjoys opening just for the sake of it. It might not stop her from latching onto you again tomorrow, the day after, next week or next month – but for the time being, it has to do.
Moments like these are what alter – or enhance – your opinion of him. Whatever has shifted in your relationship has planted the revelation in your mind that he isn’t just a friend anymore – and you aren’t just a kid holding his hand for fun anymore.
Something inside you whispers that he feels the same way; both of you know that he’s your shelter in a storm, protecting you when everything and everyone else contaminates your heart with the familiar, poisonous acid.
And he knows that he does everything in his power to make you happy, although you’ve long stopped being the little defenceless girl.
Because while you never deliberately start an argument and try to back away instead, you can be snarky enough to stand up for yourself. But the fact that you don’t and he still does is proof enough for him that you’ve occupied a place in his heart too dangerous but beautiful nonetheless.
For him, this connection between you two shows infinite affection, a way to hold on, no matter what shatters or explodes around and inside you.
For you, it’s one more reason to run.
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Every moment you spend with Taehyung feels like a tale in itself. The beginning lies in a distant past, captured in a picture of the both of you holding hands in the sandbox in your kindergarten yard. It stands framed in your room, reminding you of how you started off each night as you fall asleep.
You’re fond of stories with happy endings - you adore that the characters’ smiles and words indicate a wholesome life, no matter the hurdles they encounter and fight through. While you’re in the middle of your and Taehyung’s story, you know your tale will end miserably, painfully – a love burning out before it can properly begin.
But the day you sit in his room, watching the same stupid movie for the umpteenth time, something deep inside your heart stirs when his fingers brush yours, soon intertwining as he looks at you through the dark blond strands of his hair.
You’ve held this very hand so many times; sunken into his embrace too often to still feel as nervous as you do. Because now, you know where he’s headed – the soft, dark brown eyes glint with the hint that you decipher, the affection written so clearly in them that you falter.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks softly.
His gaze shimmers in anticipation; as if it wasn’t him who initiated the tender touch, his fingers squeezing yours to the point that you grow dizzy.
You look out the window as you rummage through your mind for an answer, watching the snow fall slowly in the darkness that the world has been dipped in. Since your graduation in the summer, you’ve spent way too many days and nights with him, pondering your future and how badly your decision might affect your relationship.
Because while he has already applied to the local college, you’re still empty handed, preparing and planning for something that you’ve been waiting for since you can remember.
He knows about it. But he isn’t ready to let go.
“Thinking about what you’re thinking,” you answer when he tucks a loose hair strand behind your ear, the gesture so gentle that you nearly tear up right there and then.
He doesn’t need to vocalise his thoughts – the way his hand settles on your cheek, his eyes so desperate, so hurt, is a response enough for you to understand. Manifesting every feeling his gaze throws at you, you melt when he presses his lips against yours, the touch so short-lived and fleeting that you wonder if it happened at all.
Pulling back, he nibbles at his lower lip, gauging your reaction and growing nervous with each second you stay dead silent. Mouth still ghosting over yours, his warm breath grazes your skin, his quiet, deep voice pleading, “Don’t hate me for this.”
You let out a small laugh. If there is anyone you can’t hate less but love infinitely more, it’s him – hate is a word so distant from him that he wouldn’t be able to reach it even if he wanted to.
But no expression will ever be able to reveal to him what you feel and how wrong he just is – actions, however, can. Fingers coming up to bury in his hair, you pull him in, lips interlocking again as you relish the softness and eagerness of his mouth – his movements so slow, his tongue meeting yours so carefully.
You know this will sting later; but right now, it’s easy to give in. Both of you are painfully aware of how hard your hearts will shatter after all of this is over; how untold your tale will remain when you part eventually.
It doesn’t take you long until you exchange more sweet, longing touches, falling backward into his mattress and memorising the tiniest moments in which his lips trail your tingling body. His arms pull you in tightly tonight, his soft voice whispering promises he knows he can’t keep; confessions he knows he has to forget soon.
But still…
I’m in love with you.
… they keep tumbling out…
I’ll miss you.
… just like the raw emotions he showers you in.
Please stay.
Over and over again until the pain consumes your body just like his engulfs yours. His warmth burns with the intensity of a thousand suns – and the love he’s felt for you for years escapes through his fingertips all the while until you lay under the blankets, naked and confused.
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The problem has never been Taehyung.
It’s the house you dine in. The building you study in. The places you pass, the people you meet. This town is filled with unbearable toxicity that numbs your senses and your heart; the emotional damage sits so deep that you can’t find a better way to heal anymore than leaving it all behind.
When you wake up nestled in his embrace the next morning, your thoughts shift to your parents first.
You know they will scold you the moment you’ll enter your house, raging till they get distracted by something more important than you – but with everything planned, you couldn’t care less. Especially not in the comforting warmth of his arms, staring back into his starry eyes that still hope you’ll change your mind.
"Listen…" he starts, whispering your name, the ache so audible in his voice that you have to swallow the thick knot in your throat. "Is finding an apartment here so bad? Can you not do that?"
He knows you can’t and he knows why; but the images of last night flood him with this teeny tiny spark of hope that he knows he should stop holding onto. You’re not staying; not even for him.
"I need to get this town out of my system, Tae. I can't do it anymore."
Your hand runs along his bicep and his shoulder, trying to internalise the feeling of his touch before you lose it.
"But I'm here–"
"I can't.”
“Why not?! No, fuck this, I’m not letting you go, so why–”
“Because I just can’t!” you spit out, his body flinching for just a moment, “I need to get away from my family. This stupid school.” Your voice drops to a low whisper. “And from you, too.”
The shock twists his expression, lips parting achingly as he processes your words.
“I love you. And I can’t afford to love you harder… because I won’t be able to make you happy if I’m not happy. I gotta go before I can hurt you more. Or myself," you explain, watching intently as his eyelids close further and further until they’re shut entirely, reiterating your words – no… your goodbye.
Imagining the moment you leave after your last days of togetherness is dreadful to him. He predicts with a harrowing certainty that he’ll count every step you’ll take when you’ll walk away; away from him, towards a better future.
He imagines how he’ll beg for you to stay just a little bit longer – for some more minutes, just a few more seconds before you leave him standing in an unlit world while he tries to hold onto the sparkle you brought into his life so desperately.
But he knows it’s in vain; like watching a shooting star descend farther and farther away from the moon, no matter how desperately the latter pleads to stay to keep the glow.
Whatever is to come is going to still his heartbeat and freeze time; he knows – and still, he laughs.
His arms pull you into his bare chest, and you breathe in the scent of his skin. Comforting, so comforting that you feel drowsiness fog your thoughts again, ready to fall asleep right above his heart.
"I’ll really miss you. Promise to visit though, okay?"
I promise.
But despite your vow and tears, you won’t be seeing his face for many years to come.
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5 Winters Later
"So, you've been away all those years?"
You straighten your back in an effort to get rid of the pain. Flights and bus rides fill you with unspoken hate, a misery you always endure when you fly around for work or company vacations.
The fact that the over-enthusiastic teenager next to you can’t stop pestering you with questions the whole way to town doesn’t help with the discomfort you’ve been feeling for the past twelve hours.
"Yeah. Yeah, I have been," you answer with a quiet sigh, at least trying to indicate that you’re too exhausted to talk. Which doesn’t mean he gets the clue, of course.
It’s only when you reach your stop that you exhale in relief, the kid approaching a different part of the town after wasting your time with anecdotes about this place. You know them all by heart, even after all this time.
And as it seems, you still know every patch of ground you step onto too, memorised and burned into your brain for eternity. Because the road you find yourself on, the alleys covered in snow, carry your feet intuitively, the house you’d lived in for eighteen years bringing back a sting so intense that you halt for a moment.
Initially, you’re just here for work, embarking on a mission to restore the local museum and solve other management issues that have been assigned to you. As the staff of one of the biggest museum restoration companies, you could’ve gone to various places that had been printed onto the list; but somehow, you’d raised your hand for this town as soon as you’d read the name.
Whatever magic has pulled you back again after half a decade, you’re curious about it, eager to find out what good and bad this several-week-long trip can bring.
And why you’re here, standing in front of the mansion you recognise so well, is another riddle you want to solve – maybe you expect to come to terms with your family. Maybe they’ve changed enough to be proud of you, to finally acknowledge your talents and skills as well.
Did they ever think of you?
Taking unsure steps forward, you look left and right at the empty street, the silence in the neighbourhood so loud this Sunday afternoon that you wonder if anyone’s home at all. Still, you ring the bell.
For a few moments, nothing happens – which is alright; you know that the trip from the first floor or even the kitchen to the door is a long one.
You let out a small laugh.
With enough money in your pockets, not even you have bought such a prestigious home in the city you currently live in.
Ready to be greeted by a potentially new face, you straighten your back, a smile plastering your face as you wait – but what you don’t expect is for your eyes to be met with none other than your own mother.
The pain that comes rushing back as you stare into her now wrinkled face – her hairline grey and eyes hazy – draws out a nearly silent whimper that she fails to hear. With all the hate you harbour for this town and your family, you didn’t think it’d affect you this bad.
“You…” she begins, eyes blowing wide in wonder and mouth falling open as though she’s certain that she’s trapped in some sick, unrealistic dream. “You’re… here?”
“I’m here, Mom.”
Your voice remains steady, the trembling from a second ago vanishing when you see her defeated face.
“You were gone so long.”
And without waiting for an answer, she pulls you into her chest, wrapping her arms surprisingly tight around you before she backs away, gesturing for you to come in eagerly.
You can’t remember hugs from her side – even your birthdays passed uneventfully, and a few uninterested congratulatory words were all they’d ever granted you.
The house still looks as it did five years ago – the same ornaments adorn the walls, the familiar chandelier dangling from the ceiling, the furniture still the unchanged expensive wood and the couch the fancy leather that you used to read books on.
Memories flash in front of your eyes the way they do in movies: the younger and more naive part of your existence strolling through the hall and getting ready for school in the early morning.
You, at the edge of the couch, reading a novel that you’d buy the evening before and finish the one after. Your excited form grinning under the Christmas tree near the chimney and waiting for your presents, only to receive something that was utterly useless for someone your age.
“Do you want tea? Coffee?”
Your mother’s voice shakes you awake, your glassy eyes averting the room and settling on hers. You throw a gentle smile at her, trying to make sure that she sees and understands the sadness behind it as you answer, “I was never really a fan of caffeine. But thanks, Mom.”
Her lips turn downwards, eyelids fluttering before she gestures to the couch, urging you to sit. And when you do, you realise that you’re looking at her for the first time. Actually looking at her for the first time, noticing the nervous fumbling of her fingers and the tongue running along the inside of her cheek.
“How have you been all this time? We didn’t talk for ages,” she states, her voice dipped in a strange mirth.
You assume that the sole reason she’s being this friendly has to do with your unfaltering success; a thriving manager at a company that’s soon about to grow even bigger. You’ve studied for years to get the degree, struggled in the big city one too many times without ever asking for help – and now, you’re here.
Maybe not as filthy rich as your family is, but still with a wallet heavy enough to last you for months, even without a job.
“I’ve been well,” you answer, tilting your head in amusement as she looks at you in a way she’d never done when you were younger, “what about you? Where’s Dad?”
“He went out for a bit. But he might be back soon.”
You nod slowly, awkwardness hanging in the suffocating, luxurious air until she remarks, “You look different. So much older.”
You scoff mentally. Of course you’ve changed – five years have passed.
“You do, too. But your hair’s still coloured red.”
A small, airy laugh accompanies your words as you remember the way she’d always dyed her hair regularly and then proceeded to complain about dry, dead ends.
“Mhm,” she mumbles, nodding along with you until her eyes widen, half sitting up. “Oh! We have cake. Do you want some? It's a chocolate cake with a strawberry filling, I bet you’d love it.”
“No.” Your answer comes immediately but calmly, and at your sudden decline, she falls into the soft chair again. “I’m not staying long. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“Not staying long? Are you going back?”
“In a few weeks, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ve booked a hotel and will be no–”
“Hotel?” She furrows her eyebrows, a slight smirk that you remember from old days creeping up her face before she scoffs. “You know there are numerous rooms in this house.”
It’s peculiar for you.
Peculiar that she expects you to make yourself at home in the very house she and your father drove you away from. You’re sure that they know; absolutely sure she’s only waiting for you to address it.
“I won’t stay here,” is all you declare instead, your childhood fear of her long vanished as confidence takes its place. “I’m sorry.”
“Why’s that?”
You roll your eyes. You’d promised yourself to stay calm, collected, peaceful; but it’s hard when she asks rhetorical questions like these – because you know that she isn’t as oblivious as she acts.
“I can’t stay in this house.”
Reacting to your words with another mocking huff, her lips jutting, you watch her expression transform into a mischievous smile again. The one that she’d always used on you to count the flaws on her neverending list.
And then, she says it.
“You come home after so many years and immediately feel like you’re better than everyone else.”
You laugh quietly, tilting your head for a moment before you state an octave lower, “Same old, same old.”
“What are you here for?” she asks, the nervosity from earlier dissolving with each word, her tone becoming venomous.
“Believe it or not, Mom,” you start, leaning forward, “I’m here for my job and thought I’d check on you.”
Where has all the shyness gone now? You wonder if she's always been this biased – shamelessly bashing those she deems useless and respectfully praising those who bring enough money home.
“I’m glad you’re doing so well in life. But I also want to remind you that it’s easy to build what you have. There’s no reason to bring in any arrogance or superiority complex,” she lectures, ignoring your last argument, her voice calmer again as she leans back.
“I won’t let you convince me my hard work was for nothing. And it’s just–” you pause, squinting your eyes and clicking your tongue before you look at her, “–a good thing I didn’t build it all to please you or get your validation. Otherwise, your statement might’ve hurt more.”
Since you’ve learned to deal with bigger evils, you’ve gotten used to unnecessary comments that try to pull you down deliberately – your mother is the lesser and weaker demon in your life.
Still, your demeanour changes, your calmness falling when you finally let out the words you kept in. After all those decades, this is something she needs to hear, even if it comes way too late.
“You ruined my childhood and me. You’ve created an unbearable wound that I’ve tried to heal for so long. I don’t understand your audacity to be angry at me for not wanting to stay in this hellhole.”
You’re proud that your voice doesn’t slip into a hysteric or even frustrated tone; because not only would tears trigger a giant ego boost for her, they would make you hate yourself later, too.
The coolness you portray while uttering your lethal words affects her in the exact opposite way: her expression changes, her hands clenching into fists and eyes burning up.
Regret consumes your body, and you question why you ever allowed yourself to miss them, even for a brief moment. Why you cared, worried, loved, longed. Yes, they’re your parents and yes, you’re bound to be attached to them – but now, you feel pathetic for ever giving them thoughts that they never returned.
Before she can collect herself and respond to you, the doorbell rings, one of the staff rushing to open it as if they'd been expecting the interruption.
“That’s my cue,” you tell her, standing again after not even five minutes.
You’re truly baffled. You had bet with yourself in advance, contemplating how long it would take for you to finally snap and step out again, leaving the marble floor behind and approaching your next destination instead.
Not even five minutes.
Not what you’d expected.
You think you register her suddenly timid voice call for you, telling you to stay for a moment longer; perhaps she’s asking a question you don’t have the answer to. You’re not sure; you don’t care.
Instead, you step closer to the exit, smiling at the familiar face from your childhood and teenage years – her features are striking, clear-cut and still beautiful. You didn’t expect to run into your cousin, one that you couldn’t hate, no matter how much she used to butter up to your parents.
“Rin?” you ask, closing your arms around her as she welcomes you in her embrace with just as much enthusiasm, a little squeal leaving her lips before you see someone stroll behind her.
You know it’s her son. When you left, he was still a toddler, a sweet little child who’d ask you for candies all the time and climb into your lap to stare at the book he couldn’t read.
He can’t remember you, you’re sure. The way he grimaces, trying hard to figure out who you are is proof enough for that – but that’s fine for you.
Despite having a somewhat friendly bond with your cousin, you aren’t really intending to extend this relationship. You know what you’re here for, and after the deed is done, you’ll leave again, erasing your existence from this town without looking back.
“God, how long has it been?!” she asks, her voice still high pitched and happy; the bubbly woman through and through even today.
“Too long.” Not long enough. “And we should definitely catch up sometime!” You know you won’t. “But for now I should go and get some work done.”
Maybe she’ll understand. Not blind to people’s feelings as your parents are, Rin has a way with words, cheering you up when you feel low. You haven’t met her often enough to build a lasting bond with her, though.
As she nods, you approach the door, ruffling her son’s – your nephew’s – hair in affection before he scrunches his nose at you. But then, he laughs; a loud, sweet cackle as he suggests, “You have to try our ice cream, it’s the best!”
When you smile again, it reaches your eyes, and your hand pushes down the door handle as you tell him that yes – you know.
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The cold air of the evening blows relentlessly today.
You know the winter here used to be freezing; you’d always wrapped yourself in thick wool scarves and hidden your hair and ears under warm hoods. With the hood missing today, your face lacks the warmth it so deeply desires, your skin turning to cold glass in the frosty air.
But despite the unbearable chill, you decide to walk the short distance to your hotel – whether you’re doing this to get some more movement in, or to answer the nostalgia knocking at your door, you aren’t sure. All you know is that the tears in your eyes bring in warmth to your body that’s closer to discomfort than to a pleasant heat.
The familiar roads leave a bittersweet taste on your tongue with each foot forward. You’re sure that the trees are the same as five years ago, ever-growing and ever-so-pretty, no matter whether they’re covered in snow or blooming in dainty hues of green.
Maybe it’s your delusional brain, but you wouldn’t be surprised if even the dust floating through the air and lying on the cleared paths was the same as back then.
Walking through the park you visited on a daily basis, more memories flood your mind before you can set up a barrier; you see yourself running late to school, your skirt floating up and down shamelessly. On your left, you detect your younger self walking around the place, talking to the only friends you had, exchanging secrets and opinions on topics that have long stopped mattering now.
But what has you biting your lip and flinching the hardest is the fleeting, transparent picture of you and Taehyung sitting on the bench that you now pass, his arm wrapped around your shoulder tightly as he kisses your hair. It’s not a friendly day to think back to; an echo of a day shortly before you left.
Another goodbye. All the days between your confession and your departure had been goodbyes.
You wonder how he’s doing – wonder whether he’s still here or not. Contemplate how possible it might be to meet him here in the following days if he has decided to stay.
But maybe it’s better to not cross paths with the man you once called the love of your life; who’s never stopped consuming your thoughts even after all these years.
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With the first days spent in your empty hotel room, relaxing and getting used to the town and its air again, you decide to step out and explore the new sides of your home eventually.
You’re pleasantly surprised when you find that your cousin’s son had been right: the ice cream in the mall still remains the most delicious, scrumptious thing your tongue has ever touched.
After staring at the same beige walls of your room, this outing feels refreshing. You walk to various places, see new faces that you don’t recognise, delighted to see how the town feels livelier than before.
Yet, you catch yourself looking for one specific face more than just once; but when it never surfaces, you give up, strolling through the parks and streets in search of nothing but serenity.
But as it seems, it’s easier to find things when you aren't looking for them.
A thought that proves to be true when you reach the park with your bench again.
Because surprisingly… unexpectedly – he is sitting right there, on his side of the bench; almost as if he’s waiting for you. His head is lowered as his phone illuminates his face, and his fingers flutter over the keyboard swiftly.
He is here.
Right in front of you.
Quiet, breathing, healthy; luring you in like a candle seduces a moth. Just two steps forward and he’ll detect you. Recognise you, call out for you, still your shaky breath.
But whatever doubts bring back the intense flush of emotions, you don’t step closer the way you’ve imagined multiple times in the past few days. Instead, you turn at your heel, fixing your gaze on the building on the other side of the road as you distance yourself from him.
He is here.
Unlike you, he never left town. You wonder why. You want to know why he’s sitting here; lost in his phone in this merciless cold, snow falling as gently as it had the first night he’d pressed his lips against yours.
The rest of the detour to your hotel passes in a blur, tears fogging your vision increasingly until you close the door behind you and draw a sharp breath to calm the chaos in your heart. Because no matter how much you’d missed him, his presence is too much to bear, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in as you realise–
Taehyung is still here.
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In some way, the universe has cruel ways to bring you back to old habits and people. Sometimes, it’s easier to give in before you walk around the entire globe, only to land at the same spot yet again, to meet the same face again.
Because while you only intended to finally visit the museum for work, taking notes of everything that is yet to be managed and restored, you most certainly didn’t expect to fall into the hands of the guide who, strangely enough, walks around in the same body and with the same face as your ex-boyfriend.
You blink away your disbelief when you halt in front of him, the thought of fleeing too ridiculous now that he’s detected you. He stands only an arm’s length away from you – you could reach out and hug him right here, right now; but instead, you choose to look for the slightest hint of hostility hiding in his tender eyes.
But there’s nothing.
No anger, no resentment.
Only shock and a sliver of desperation that looks so much more intense now that he’s aged. With the way his bone structure has changed, his jaw sharpened and his dark hair grown out, he looks infinitely more mature – still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen; still like someone you could love.
“Hey,” he greets, whispering your name as people pass by, the painting you’ve laid eyes on long forgotten as he steps closer, hands clutching a wine red clipboard.
“Taehyung,” you greet back.
The discomfort in the atmosphere is torturous, both of you staring at each other in question, almost as if pleading to say or do something to kill the silence.
“So I wasn’t dreaming when I thought I saw you yesterday.”
I saw you yesterday.
Your heart sinks.
If you’d known that he registered you standing there you wouldn’t have ran away. But he saw you, so close to him… and still watched you turn around and expand the distance to him. But if he’s thinking anything about it, he doesn’t address it.
Instead, he says, “I didn’t know you were in town.”
You let out a small laugh, hands burying in the back pockets of your jeans, “I don’t think anyone knows.”
Despite the strange buzzing in the atmosphere between you, his presence brings a kind of peace and melancholy that you can’t quite pinpoint. Seeing him standing here, looking at you with something akin to pain, shock and yearning all at once, makes you want to stay for a while.
“How…” he starts, but then he sighs, clearing his throat before he continues, “How are you?”
You’re not sure. The past years passed slowly yet fast, a steady rhythm building in your life that you’ve long gotten used to. While it’s easy to go through your days without major struggles, this is a question you find hard to answer. Because how are you doing?
“I’m okay.” You look into his deep dark brown eyes, the warmth that you used to love still so prominent in them that you have to pull yourself together to not get lost in them. “And you?”
Taehyung nods slowly, loose dark curls falling into his eyes, “Hangin’ in there.”
For a second, you grow quiet; the only sounds filling the silence are the chatter of the busy guests and your unsteady breathing. Then, he licks his lips in his old fashion, asking, “I think the last update I got about you was that you went to business school, right?”
The last update – most likely when you’d still used social media and posted pictures of your oh-so-glorious life in the big, bustling city. You hum before you answer, “Yeah, I did. I’m actually a manager of a company now.”
His eyebrows shoot up, his head nodding and his eyes proud and surprised; his fluffy hair bounces with his movements. “And here I was thinking you’d become a big poetess or something.”
You chuckle at his statement, feeling a little more at ease when he joins; you’re baffled that he can still remember your childhood dream. But in his mind, the memory is clear and fresh, the pictures too endearing to forget.
Back in high school, you always used to scribble poetry and small drawings of flowers into your notebook, words that he read and adored, pulling him deeper into love, but pushing him further from sanity. He liked the craze you brought; liked falling for you until it hurt.
“What about you, Tae? Tour guide?” you ask as you point a gloved finger to his clipboard, the intense cold outside making you forget to take the extra clothing off. But maybe, it’s just him who’s distracted you so effectively.
Lips pressed together, he nods. Tae. Hearing his nickname in your voice had always been his favourite sound growing up; he never thought he’d hear it again. Your lips curl into a smile, your head tilted as you inquire, “Not photography?”
“You remember?”
His words mirror your thoughts of a moment ago, something about his boxy grin setting your heart on seething, blue fire like nothing has for a long time now.
“Of course I do.”
His grin transforms into a sad smile as he rethinks his past dreams, realising once again that he’s somewhere he likes to be, but didn’t aspire to be. “I have a camera. I take pictures whenever I can, but I’m not actively making any money with it.”
You exchange some more words, some more oh-now-you’re-here and but-didn’t-you-want-to questions thrown between you that remind you of how well you used to know each other. But now, since you’ve grown up and moved on from former beliefs and dreams, nothing of the familiarity is left, your lives too different, too separated from back then.
And yet, he halts when your conversation and his break come to the feared end, his fingertips removing some strands of hair from his forehead before he asks, “Do you want to get some lunch tomorrow?”
You know there’s some work you need to do; some stacks of paper are still sprawled over your hotel room desk, documents you urgently have to get to. But still, you give in as fast as you expected, going even further as you suggest, “I’m free today, too… Depends on your schedule.”
But he shakes his head, your stomach sinking. “I work late and have to go to a family dinner afterwards. But I’m free tomorrow after noon.”
You wonder if you’ll regret this later. Rethink your choices and rot in your room, stand him up – you are an overthinker like that.
But it’s Taehyung.
Your Taehyung.
You know you can’t escape him even if you wanted to.
And so, you agree.
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The rest of the day passes so slowly that you consider going to bed and waking up as close to tomorrow noon as possible. Your stomach churns and twists without giving you a break, stealing your hunger and thirst until you decide to distract yourself and drown in work instead.
Which proves to be utterly pointless.
Even after rereading paragraphs a dozen times, the words written on your screen lose their meaning entirely. Some of them register in your mind until your thoughts drift off, the rest of the sentence long forgotten and replaced by Taehyung’s matured face – his name seems like the only term that doesn’t lack meaning.
It isn’t until you’re standing in front of the small café – peeking in through the glass windows to where he sits, fingers flicking across his phone’s screen – that you calm down. He’s sporting a brown coat with a white turtleneck sweater, his hair hiding half his eyes again.
It’s an aesthetic that you long began connecting to him, even when you’d been young and in love. A look that’s undoubtedly Taehyung, haunting you in the big city where he’d been everywhere you’d looked for years.
You draw a deep, trembling breath, entering with a chime of the door bells before he lifts his head. Stuffing the phone in the pocket of his jeans, he smiles and waves at you, the same small crinkles in the corner of his eyes lifting you off your feet; having you soaring above clouds.
“Hey,” he greets gently, his voice so deep, so sweet, “I ordered for you already. Is that okay?”
You nod as you take off your jacket and drape it over your chair. Pulling off your gloves, you place them on your lap, hands rubbing to warm up under the table as you grin at him. “Cosy place. It used to be something else, right?”
“It was a bookstore, I think. I bought you a novella from here once.”
You remember.
It was a light read, something about star-crossed lovers who find eternal love in death, stuck in one place that they don’t mind spending together as long as they never part. You’re sure it still stands somewhere in your bookshelf back at home in your city.
“Oh, that one,” you utter.
You bite your lower lip. The memory of Taehyung handing you the book when you’d felt particularly down used to be one of the freshest and clearest when you’d moved into your new apartment. The memory didn’t fade into a light grey until you stopped brushing your fingertips against the spine of the novella, letting it collect dust and your eyes rush over it.
But now that you think of it again, it aches just as much as it did at your departure.
Taehyung hasn’t stuffed the memory into a corner, though.
His expression reveals just how proud he still is of his little purchase. Back then, he’d praised himself, patted his own shoulders for cheering you up this fast. Your excitement and affection for him occupied most of his thoughts for the rest of the day.
“That one.” When he smiles, his cheeks resemble freshly baked, warm buns, and you control the twitching of your fingers to not reach out and squeeze his skin. “So…”
You cock an eyebrow, watching him place his elbows on the table before resting his chin in his palms.
“You’re a manager now, huh? What is it that you do? How’s city life? Must be so loud. And how many coffees a day do you drink? Did you-”
“Taehyung,” you interrupt, laughing at the growing series of questions, “calm down.”
And you tell him everything he wants to know – explain what you do, why you’re here. Describe how living in a city meant noisiness, expensive taxi rides, dirty alleys and endless dreams and hopes. How everyone shares the same endless dreams and hopes and attempts to climb the ladder of success – and how working hard is worth it all in the end eventually.
You don’t drink any coffee, you admit – and his chest relaxes immediately, his finger pointing at you with squinted eyes before he says, “Ah. Still no caffeine. Spoiler alert then. I ordered hot chocolate for you.”
Some things stay the same, you assume – and that he still knows all these things hurts. A bitter feeling deep in your chest that shouldn’t ache; it’s a harmless statement. But still, it does.
With every smile he gives you, however, he soothes the pain, everything leaving his lips so endearing and enchanting to you; even if it’s the most mundane information, the most casual aspect of his life.
The enthusiasm in his voice never falters as he watches you intently, looking at the same girl he’d loved. You’re the same, except you’re not – changed, yet not even a bit.
Words can’t describe what you ignite in him, and he’s sure the spark would morph into something much bigger, would you not finally lift your hand from under the table when your order arrives.
Because while he knows that you’re not his anymore, long gone and living a life he isn’t part of, the shiny, little ring on your finger shatters every piece of hope and happiness you brought back with your presence.
Now, there’s a you-shaped hole carved in his heart, knocking the air out of his lungs and dropping his mind into an abyss as you reach for the drink in front of you in slow motion.
It’s an engagement ring – no doubt about it.
The big diamond that adorns your finger is nothing short of luxurious, probably acquired by someone who loves you the way Taehyung will never be allowed to, giving you what he’ll never be able to give to you.
“Are you…” The words are stuck in his throat, but you look up. Noticing his gaze on your hand, you stare down again, gulping as you realise that – right, that’s still here. But he collects himself quickly, his voice steady and smile reappearing as he tries again, “You’re engaged?”
Suddenly, the hot chocolate isn’t all that sweet and the atmosphere of the room that pleasant anymore. “I... yeah. Yeah, I’m engaged.”
Taehyung chuckles lightly before he brings his cup to his lips, nodding slowly, “Lucky man then. I’m happy for you.”
That’s what he says.
But no matter how congratulatory his words sound and how much he pretends to be alright with the change in your life, it couldn’t be farther from the truth.
You on the other side of the table are confused. His eyes look hollow, nearly empty, but his lips are still turned upwards – and suddenly, you’re stuck somewhere in between wanting to apologise versus wanting to thank him for his words.
In the end, you do neither.
Perhaps, he thinks, he shouldn’t see you again. Perhaps it’s best to stay away and finally forget, move on and accept that you’re happy without him.
And yet, he can’t help but give in when you ask him if he would want to meet you again, remind you of the best spots of the town; at least as long as you’re still here. Only for a walk, you suggest, anytime he’s free – because he’s the only one you contacted, and frankly the only one you want to see.
And despite accepting your invitation, Taehyung deems himself pathetic for feeling so weak for you. Nearly as if everything he used to feel for you came crashing back the moment he saw you again.
As if it never left.
Because somewhere inside, he knows that all this time, he’d waited for you.
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As days pass, you begin meeting up more often. The prospect of seeing him motivates you to finish your work for a day each time – and soon enough, you find yourself basking in his temporary company again.
You go for walks. Treat each other to dinner. Watch horrible movies in the cinema. The way you used to – everything reminds you of old days, but nothing feels familiar.
At least the awkwardness fades. Every time you see one another, things begin to normalise; whatever feelings you shared in your younger years start to bloom again – something that takes a toll on you very soon.
And yet, staying away proves to be a challenge too hard to face, every word he utters music to your ears and every brush of his shoulder against yours sending a shiver down your spine; like you’re teenagers again.
The cold evening air hits you cruelly as you saunter through the cherry blossom park that’s now devoid of the flower, noses buried in your scarves.
“You wouldn’t know of course, but two years after graduation, Sora got pregnant with the bartender’s child from Sixth Street. They even got married, but separated soon.”
Sora. Stories like these make you feel your absence in this town the most. You know nothing of it is relevant to your life, but it’s somehow still a pity that you weren’t here to witness all the drama that occurred as time passed.
“Is she alright now?” you ask, detecting a bench in a small winter garden, relatively snow-free. As you sit down, a shiver buzzes through your body, the freezing bench not helping with the coldness you’re already feeling. Even Taehyung’s nose glows red by now.
He laughs when your body shakes, shifting closer to provide any warmth he can. “She’s good. Her son is super adorable and asks me tons of questions about my clipboard when she comes to look at the exhibitions.”
“That does sound really sweet.”
“I know you weren’t one to be fond of children, but you’ll see – as soon as you’re married and have your own, you’ll be smitten. If you want them, that is.”
He says it so casually, smoothly, the tone of his voice never faltering as he talks about your future kids who won’t be his.
For a few seconds, you stare to the ground, concentrating on warming up and soon realising that sitting around is worse than walking, the winter still reaching your bones as you craft your next words carefully.
“My fiancé, he…” There has to be a way to tell Taehyung about it all without sounding insane. Then again, business is insane. “He and I aren’t getting married out of love. In reality, he couldn’t care less. I know he sleeps around.”
Taehyung’s brows furrow, mouth opening wide in shock and obscenities leaving his lips until you silence him with a hand on his shoulder.
“No, it’s not… cheating or anything of that sort. His company and mine are business partners and for reasons that are too overly complicated for me to explain in one sitting, we need to seal this deal by getting married. He made it clear that we’d be able to divorce a few years after and that’s more than okay for me.”
You pause, watching his expressions change, allowing him to process what you just told him. You try to convince yourself that the spark behind his eyes has nothing to do with your confession as you add, “It’s a publicity stunt. Nothing more. His company isn’t getting enough attention, and with us, he’d have enough pages in the press.”
The initial reason for not telling Taehyung about this was sheer fear.
Fear that if you confessed now, revealed what the ring really meant, you might falter and give in to him again – allow him access to your heart again. But you feel like he deserves to know; Taehyung is too kind, too trusting to not hear the whole secret behind your faux engagement.
Perhaps you’re being selfish, too, hoping that Taehyung can somehow pull you out of your misery. But then again, you know that this is something you have to do; something your companies have worked towards for too long to discard now.
“So you don’t love him?” he finally asks, breaking the silence as soon as his brain has decoded and understood your words.
This is dangerous information to him.
Would it have been better if you’d stayed quiet? If you’d locked the secret in a dark chamber and left without uttering a single word to him? Because Taehyung feels trapped – caged in the love-version of Schroedinger’s cat, somehow still considering you his and yet never his at the same time.
You shake your head; so, so close to telling him who your heart actually belongs to. Who it has always belonged to, no matter how many people come and go, how many miles split you apart and how many years pass.
He’s been the only hope and anchor in your life, even from afar, and you’d be damned if you didn’t return everything with further affection and gratitude towards him.
“I don’t think I could ever love him.”
Taehyung wants to know if you’ve loved anyone at all since you both parted. He wonders if anyone made you feel the way he did, wonders how often you thought back to your love and touches and words and gazes. He’s curious about how often you regretted leaving him.
Or if you did at all.
But as you sit there, staring at the little squirrel nibbling at something in the snow, he remains silent. There’s no point in asking and no reason for hoping, if you’re going to leave him.
Yet again.
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“Okay, a different question now.”
Your feet, buried in the softest socks you own, rest on the dashboard of his car, your head bopping along with the music as you watch the trees fly by.
Taehyung decided to drive to the highest hill of your town tonight.
Compared to all the mountains you’ve travelled to, it’s tiny, but beautiful nevertheless. Back in high school you’d come here with him every now and then, parking where the view was the greatest and talking until you were too tired to stay awake any longer.
You’d fall asleep in the passenger’s seat, and he’d wake you with a gentle brush of his fingers against your cheek when he stopped in front of your house.
The last time you drove up here had been one of the few fleeting days you’d spent as a couple, sitting backseat and making out for hours until you’d spilled enough tears to feel numb afterwards.
You wonder why he’s chosen this destination again after all the heartbreak and memories connected to this place. And then, you wonder why you have no issues with it at all.
“What question?” you ask, eyes fixated on his large hands gripping the steering wheel.
“Put your feet down first,” he scolds, tapping your knees with a raise of his eyebrow, “a sudden brake could break your bones, dumbass.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble as your feet fall and slip into your shoes again. The déjà vu reminds you that he used to tell you the same thing years ago, too. Familiarity isn’t always absent between the two of you. “What’s your question?”
“Yes, so. We spend so much time together. And I have an irregular schedule, but when do you work?”
You look at him in a playfully offended manner, scoffing and slapping his arm lightly before you explain, “Excuse me, I work when you work. It’s not like I just sit around in my hotel room and look at the ceiling till we can finally meet again.”
“Ouch,” he jokes, shaking his head in fake shock, “I don’t understand why you’re staying in a hotel anyway. I told you I can give you my bed and sleep on the couch.”
Bad idea.
It’s been a terrible suggestion since the first time he mentioned it – because you lack control around him, and you know you’d do something utterly stupid if you accepted his offer to crash at his place.
“It’s fine. I don’t want to bother you, and the hotel is pretty nice.”
“So you’re saying my apartment isn’t?” Taehyung giggles as his car turns in a sharp curve, your legs moving with the motion as you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head.
“No, you idiot. I don’t even know what it looks like.”
Bickering your way through the forest, you eventually still when the view starts to clear, trees disappearing and giving way to the lights of the town. Stars twinkle above you, the moon nearly full as the car comes to a halt. Your mouth doesn’t close until the motor has died and Taehyung has shifted to look at you.
“I’d almost forgotten how pretty this place is,” you tell him, zipping up your boots before you step out.
Taehyung follows a few seconds later, the camera he told you about firm in his grip as he fiddles with the buttons and lens. He claims he wants to capture the beauty of the hill and the view the height provides; and motivated as ever, he starts right away, testing his device with soft, mechanic clicking noises.
“Can your camera take good pictures of the moon?” you ask, hugging your body as you inch closer to peek at the screen.
On demand, he points the lens to the sky and clicks once, showing you the result of the half moon glowing not above you, but in his hand, too. It’s clear, beautiful, picturesque, even the stars beaming and becoming more visible the more he zooms in.
“Why are you asking?”
You shrug, leaning against the hood next to him as you say, “It’s just– the moon is such a tiny spot when I try to take photos of it with my phone… I hate that. Beauty needs to be captured, right? And it just hits different when you take a photo of it yourself instead of googling wallpapers on the internet.”
Taehyung’s gaze wanders to your face slowly, full pink-tinted lips parting at the sight of you.
Yes – you’re right. Everything pretty deserves to be looked at, precious throughout, inside and out. And while nature lives and breathes undoubtedly astoundingly, you’re downright blinding to him.
Suddenly moving sideways, he faces the camera towards you, starting to eternalise pictures of you instead of the sky, fields and the city stretching in front of and around you. He’s sure he could create a moving picture of those he just took.
You only realise slowly what he’s doing and turn to face him in shock, your open mouth morphing into a smile until you give in.
Through your playful tussle, your bodies drift closer until they press into an almost-embrace. Albeit warm, his chest grazing your back makes your skin tingle more than the cold of the winter, and you attempt your best to not let his effect on you show as you begin posing for him.
Your ethereal face glows, your hair flowing in the wind as the starry night sparkles behind you; the sideway smile you shoot at him grows excruciatingly; your hand stretches to snatch the camera from him, despite his whiny protests. And at last, one contorted selfie as you both grimace into the lens, eyes closed and tongues sticking out between your lips.
The pleasant feelings flooding your bodies warm you long enough until they can’t, the air on the hill sneaking up again before you decide to settle in the backseat of his car. Leaning back against the cosy material and the music still quietly playing in the background, you stargaze in silence, trying to find as many constellations as you can.
And then, a conversation starts, casual and comfortable; by now you’ve gotten used to his stories and soft words, fun anecdotes making you laugh as you feel tiredness wash over you.
“You used to bring me here, ‘cos I loved this place so much, right? I know you weren’t all that fond of driving all the way up here back then,” you say, your fingertips tapping your thigh lightly to the rhythm of the music. “You sure did a lot for me.”
He would still do a lot for you.
But he doesn’t say it. Lets you reminisce about the old days before he answers, “You were there for me a lot, too.”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t look at you just yet, but keeps staring at the darkness stretching in the sky, arms folded in front of his chest. “Remember when I broke Yana’s wood piece in art class, ‘cos she wouldn’t stop being rude to a classmate? You took the blame for it.”
You smile, fondness flooding your heart not for the memories of your school days, but for the drama that unfolded that day. At least you can look back at it with a giggle now.
“I remember. But it didn’t really work, ‘cos your stubborn ass–”
“Okay, yeah, but… you tried. And that meant a ton to me.” He pauses and lets his arms fall, hands rubbing against his jeans before he hums and adds, “And then when you stayed up all night with me when I lost my Nintendo DS.”
“You still think about that? We were like what, eleven?”
You laugh quietly, the picture of his pout still engraved in your mind. Back then, when your life had consisted of tiny struggles and childish fears, you hadn’t thought much about what might happen tomorrow.
Your focus belonged to his crying form, telling him over and over again that his parents would forgive him, that you’d save money for him, that he wasn’t alone in his sadness. It was just a stupid DS. Get yourself together, Tae.
You wish you could tell yourself the same thing now.
“Yeah, eleven, I guess. You were literally falling asleep right in front of me, but still powered through somehow. You actually stayed up a lot of nights with me,” Taehyung says, concluding his little story.
He’s not wrong – you remember that you were ready to sacrifice nights and sleep for him whenever he needed you, guiding him through struggles, hardships and dark days. That is, until your own life began haunting you and forced you to leave your selflessness behind.
To leave him behind and sacrifice your presence in this town to seek your own happiness instead.
Taehyung could’ve been your happiness – if it wasn’t here.
As your eyes droop and you let out another yawn, he looks at you, shaking his head before he shakes you featherlightly and commands, “Don’t fall asleep now. What if we miss a shooting star?”
You sit up straight, rubbing your eyes for a moment as you nod. “Do you remember the night after the tenth grade dance? We came here and it was basically showering shooting stars.”
“Yup,” he answers, your light green dress still tattooed in his brain as if it happened yesterday, “I think we counted around four.”
“Not five?” You lean back again, hugging your torso before you place your head on his shoulder. The gesture comes by surprise, and for a second, he stares at your hair, biting his lips as he resists the urge to wrap his arms around you and keep you in his hug until you feel warm and secure. “I missed this.”
Those things slip out of your mouth carelessly and hit Taehyung with a sharp stab each time you utter them. You don’t know how you affect him with your words; and all of a sudden, holding back his questions doesn’t feel like a possibility anymore.
“Did you? You were gone so long,” he whispers, his gaze wandering to the stars again as the soft voice in the radio sings a ballad unknown to him.
For a moment, you don’t reply, and he fears that you’ve fallen asleep after all. But then, you shift, your head lifting to meet his stare.
Pain again.
His eyes fill with that a lot these days – and no matter how much you try to ignore the agony swimming in his gaze, you know it means something. Something anchored so deep in both your souls that you can’t deny the feelings in your heart anymore.
“You know I had to go. You know this town was killing me inside.”
“I was here.”
Three words. A simple constellation of some of the twenty six existing letters – but the intensity that lies behind them is so obvious that you try to choose your next words as carefully as possible.
“I think you know how much I loved you. But I also thought you understood my reasons for not staying.”
He scoffs, his lips turning into a wry smirk that attempts to convey the feelings he kept hidden for so long. “I think you never realised how much the things you said affected me back then. I understood that you didn’t want to hurt either of us… but leaving? Leaving was worse.”
You don’t know what to answer; don’t know what explanation to throw at him until he acknowledges what you’d felt back then. But you were so sure that he knew how much he’d always meant to you. His doubts in this moment, however, shred every hint of hope you had in the time you were apart.
When you stay silent, he continues, “My dad got sick a while after you left. All the surgeries and hospital bills were too expensive and I had to find two jobs to help–”
“I– I didn’t know about that, Tae, I’m so so–”
Your fingers reach out to settle on his cheek, moving his face to look away from the sky and at you instead. His waterline appears red by now, his expression so frustrated, desperate, that you want to cave in and fall into his chest; but he shakes his head and your palm off his face in response.
“Don’t be sorry. He’s fine now. And that’s not the point I was trying to make.” You wait, allowing him a moment to collect himself. You gaze at the slight dampness under his eyes, right where his mole sits. “It took some time to take back control over our lives again. But not too long for me to wait for you. And if you would’ve waited for me, too, I would’ve left with you.”
“I would’ve done anything for you.”
He draws a deep, sharp breath as he collects and gathers his thoughts, careful not to let his tears spill that are already threatening to flow. The knot in his throat becomes tighter with each word he lets out into the open.
Yours, however, don’t hold back anymore. Regret boils inside you, but then you remind yourself of everything you had to endure back then. You know even now that you wouldn’t have been able to stay a day longer than you had. Life didn’t permit you to.
“You’re mad,” you conclude, your voice and lips shaking before he shifts closer, wrapping his hand around your cold palm.
Sometimes, when you look at him carefully, you can still see the eighteen year old boy hiding behind his tender, dark eyes that you gave your heart to so long ago.
The one who’d sneak out of his house at night when you needed him. Taehyung, ready to dry your every tear while crying with you, listening to your broken stories for hours on end until you calmed against his chest. The boy who’d adhere to all your wishes, do anything you wanted to do as long as it kept you happy. 
Sometimes, he really looks like him again.
“I’m not mad,” he tells you truthfully, his hand squeezing yours tighter. “It was… just so hard to unlove you.”
But then again, did he ever unlove you?
“At least you did,” you admit, the sentence leaving your mouth before you can stop yourself.
His lips part at your sudden confession, the shiver and goosebumps vanishing for a moment as though you’ve lit a torch behind his chest. He looks at you imploringly. You can barely see his face, only one side of it shimmering in the glowing light of the moon and stars – but the way his eyebrows furrow in confusion still doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
His thumb comes up to wipe at your tears as he always used to, and he shifts even closer to you, crowding your space as his eyes wander to your lips. You hate how hard your heart beats against your chest, threatening to burst and rip you apart, your breathing erratic as his palm presses against your cheek.
“Did you ever think about me?” Taehyung questions quietly, your noses merely brushing as he watches your chest rise and fall heavily. He knows his effect on you; knows you still feel the same for him as he does for you.
Dizziness takes your mind captive, your hands balling into fists as you admit, “More than I wanted to.”
With his other hand, he brushes your hair aside, tucking it behind your ear just in time as a song starts playing that you recognise all too well. The same song that you danced to the night before you left, one that you grew up with and sang together so often that it kept reminding you of him, even when he was nothing but a ghost anymore.
And he’s close, so close but still hesitating. He thinks he’s finally gathered enough courage, lips nearly touching and his insides burning before–
You bring up a hand to cup his face, a harmless gesture turning dangerous when the jewel on your finger glitters in the faint light of the moon, right in front of Taehyung’s face as if it’s trying to mock him.
You won’t be his. You’re marrying someone else; a man who relaxes miles away, doing god knows what, soon to be yours – publicity stunt or not.
What was Taehyung thinking?
Instead of kissing you in the same way he’s dreamed of so often, he suddenly backs away, leaving you high and dry, gasping and catching your breath as you let your hands fall into your lap again. All of this feels bitter. All of it tastes like acid on your tongue.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes closing and his fingers rubbing his aching eyelids.
His face has fallen so hard that you wonder if there’s anything left at all that you could say to mend the pain. Drawing a deep breath, he licks his lips, opening the door on his side before stating in a steadier voice, “Let’s bring you to your hotel, yeah?”
No shooting star appears in the sky tonight.
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You enter the hotel with a sickening feeling in your guts.
For one, the drive back was a silent affair. Merely a few words were whispered and light smiles exchanged as you’d sunken into your seat, staring out of the window with the knot in your throat that you couldn’t swallow.
Then, the fact that you’re alone now – standing in the hall of a building filled with people, but still so empty nevertheless. You dread his absence each time you’re together, but you realise just now how being without him brings a loneliness that you should’ve avoided beforehand.
Instead of walking to your room, your idle steps carry you to the hotel bar, slipping the bartender a somewhat big note before leaving to ready yourself for a sleepless, drunk night. The elevator ride stretches endlessly, seemingly moving an inch a minute before you reach your floor, tears already brimming in your eyes as your door comes closer.
But it isn’t until you plummet onto the bed, popping the bottle open, that your body gives way to the first shake of a breakdown. His words still linger in the back of your mind, but his touch affects you worse. The subtle brush of his fingers against your skin and the ghosting of his lips over yours are still so discernible; a burning ache on your face.
Your heart is still shattering further the deeper the thought infiltrates your brain. 
The yearning sting is a little too heavy, a little too fresh, and not even the intense taste of the alcohol can wash it away. Instead, your foggy mind falls deeper into the pain until it urges you to lay back down and dial his number, eyes closing as you wait for him to pick up.
He’s probably sleeping, you think. It doesn’t surprise you that the ringing tone continues for a few seconds too long. But then, he finally speaks, his voice groggy, tinted with a slight hint of worry.
Upon hearing his languid tone, your tears stop for a moment, everything inside you astounded that he sounds even deeper when tired. The last time you listened to him speak like that was five years ago, wrapped in his arms as the tip of his nose ran along your neck.
“Hi, Tae-tae,” you greet, the elementary school nickname slipping out – even to your surprise.
“Hey, are you okay?”
He yawns on the other side of the line, something shifting in the background – presumably caused by him sitting up.
You imagine him with fluffy, dishevelled hair and a pout on his face, the blanket halfway on the ground, because he’s the most chaotic sleeper you know. Humming at the memory, you wipe your hair out of your face, sighing before you answer with a lilt, “Yeah, yeah. I’m doing amazing.”
“Are you… drunk?” He pauses for a second, exhaling audibly before he adds, “It’s four in the morning.”
“Oh, it is?” you wonder, removing your phone from your ear to look at the screen. He’s right. You’ve been drinking this long? Hm – what an unbelievable surprise. “Wow. Am I drunk, uhm… I’m not sure. I think so?”
More shuffling distracts your train of thoughts, his groan indicating that he’s stood up before you inquire, “What are you doing?”
“Driving over.”
“What? Why?”
Your heartbeat increases when you hear the sound of keys – is he going to go out in his pajamas?
“Tae. No.”
“Why are you drunk?” he asks, his worry suddenly turning into mild anger. He sounds as though you’ve done something utterly reckless – which, in all honesty, you have.
You chuckle lightly, the ridiculous contradiction to your dried tears only adding to your amusement as you say, “Stay at home. It’s late and you can’t come over just like that. I’m in a hotel, in my bed, healthy and fine.”
As you hiccup once, you register another nearly silent sigh. You’re stressing him out, it’s obvious to you – just like in old days when you made stupid decisions and forced him to listen to your rambles for hours. But now, it’s too late to apologise or hang up.
You know that the sounds of his keys have stopped, because he’s aware you’re perfectly safe and sound - he wouldn’t risk standing in front of the building for nothing and would never ask you to come out in this state, in this weather and at this time.
“What’s wrong?” he wants to know instead; and within a moment, you falter.
Maybe you shouldn’t have called and maybe you should’ve kept what you were going to say inside. Something in your battered heart whispers that not opening up might help you in the long run, enabling you to let go easier in the end.
Then again, it’s too late for that anyway. 
“Tae...” you speak poignantly, your bleeding heart pounding in your throat and your mouth running dry until you feel ready enough to add, “I think you should’ve kissed me today.”
The silence that follows is so pressing and heavy to endure that your eyes begin to sting again. If this one call just ruined everything between you and any day that you would’ve met him again, you’re going to drown in the whole bottle, you’re sure of it. There’s no way you’d get over–
His soothing baritone is merely a soft mumble, and you can’t help but imagine his heart breaking all over again. The same story, same sad song repeating, because you’re too attached to a man who should’ve left your thoughts an eternity ago.
But you’re an idiot. A lovesick fool caught in a web too intertwined and congested to escape. And just like that, combined with the intoxication flowing through your veins, you let the words fall before you’re able to stop yourself.
“Because then I’d at least have one last memory of your lips before I leave.”
Silence returns between you, and you feel the damp trail along your face, tears escaping your eyes yet again as they run down sideways, along your temples and into your hair.
Taehyung, standing and leaning against the wall of his bedroom, holds his phone clutched tightly against his ear, so confused about the feelings that keep emerging. On one hand, you just confessed so blatantly that you’re in the same state of mind as he is; gone but not entirely over him.
But then, the words before I leave weigh on his mind heavily, an indirect reassurance by you that you are, in fact, going to become a distant memory again as soon as your trip is over.
But he’d be damned if he didn’t fight for you this time.
The word tumbles off your tongue in a manner so shaky and broken that you’re happy you don’t have to say more than that. Taehyung collects himself, his posture straightening in the dark room as his teeth worry his lips. Drawing a sharp breath, he forces a smile onto his face; and then, he says–
“Let’s go to the Christmas market together, hm?”
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It isn’t until two days after Taehyung’s invitation that you meet him again.
You still remember the little annual village-like market. The Christmas festival is the smallest place in your town, the scent of punch wafting through the air and children screaming at the sight of all the different santas who walk around, ho-ho’ing their way through the market. 
The moment he picked you up, a dark red scarf wrapped around his neck and his hair covered in snow, you thought you’d drown in the inevitable awkwardness.
Your last call increasingly occupied your daydreams, your mind painting every possible scenario, ranging from something as harmless as him not even looking into your eyes to the extreme situation of him kissing you.
When neither of the possible situations occur, you sigh – whether out of relief or desperation, you don’t know. He smiles at you as usual, his relaxed demeanour never faltering as you walk around and admire the warm lights glowing all over the place.
“The mall is the only misplaced thing here,” Taehyung remarks, pointing to the lights of the building in the near distance that spell its name.
“Or maybe it’s the market that’s misplaced. Imagine it being on the hill we went to.”
He laughs, shuddering for a second when a cold wind grazes his face. His hands bury in the jacket, and he looks at you to answer, his voice muffled by the material around his neck, “People without cars would have to climb all the way up.”
Like this, you giggle your way through the market, nearly forgetting that your conversation ever happened. You stop to talk to the santas, asking them just how annoying the fake beard must be and how much punch they consume each working night.
In all the time you spend breathing in the festive mood, you notice Taehyung’s attentiveness and care for every little thing you say.
When you detect chocolate glazed strawberries, drooling, he pulls you towards the stall with him. Buys you a big portion that you both consume while talking about the ingenious idea of combining these two types of food.
When you joke about getting drunk on punch, he doesn’t hesitate to share a cup with you, sticking to just that; most likely disabling the risk of letting you pull the same stunt as last time you spoke.
When your eyes move to the stars twinkling above you, stating how fascinated you are by the breathtaking sight, he doesn’t wait long to tell you that you’re so much prettier.
The heat that creeps upon your face is enough to warm you, fingers twitching in your gloves and urging you to reach out for him and intertwine them with his. But instead of giving in to your desire, you take a deep breath, thanking him without properly meeting his eyes.
He still understands. And somewhere, that one stupid spark of hope sneaks its way back, pushing him into the wonderfully deceiving illusion that things could go back to how they were, with you in his arms – even if it’s just one last time.
“One left,” you say, holding the last strawberry in front of his face. But he backs away, shaking his head, hellbent on saving it for you instead, because he knows exactly how much you love it.
“Tae, come on. I had too many.”
“No,” he argues, halting near a small stage that’s most likely reserved for the santas who’ll perform later, delivering a fun dance as they do every day as long as the market stands. “Eat it. I’m full.”
“There’s no way, you just ate two–”
He chuckles at your antics, grabbing your wrist to bring your hand back to your mouth, but you refuse, pressing your lips into a thin line as you stubbornly resist him and his intentions.
“You’re a brat, you know?”
At last, you finally win, and he rolls his eyes at your satisfied smirk as you claim the newly given title proudly.
“Well, that happens when–”
An unfamiliar voice breaks the bubble that only you and Taehyung reside in, nearing softly as the stranger woman chimes, “You two must be the sweetest and prettiest couple I’ve ever seen!”
If there was one thing left to happen to prove your star-crossed love, it was this.
No, not the sentence that she uttered.
More the object she’s pointing at now, her excited eyes looking directly at it as she continues, “Glad to see that young people still believe in old traditions!”
And when you throw your head back to follow her stare, your breath hitches, teeth catching your lower lip as you shake your head. Either conveniently or destined, you’ve landed under a beautiful mistletoe hanging from the branch of a tree, almost invisible at first glance before it’s all you can see.
“Oh! No, no, that’s not right, we–” you start, but the woman is quick to silence you with a laugh.
“Traditions shouldn’t die! And I bet the handsome young man was just waiting for the opportunity. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you.”
And then she winks at you, the occurrence so strange and blatant that you shake your head as she walks away.
You let out a huff, licking your lips as you turn to look at him; and it’s only then that you realise that he observed the whole ordeal from the sidelines – quietly. And when you decode his expression carefully, you see it: the yearning written in his face, eyes lost in you and the sigh he lets out heavy before he steps forward.
Within a few brief moments, one of his hands settles on your waist, the other grabbing your chin softly. Prickles sting in the back of your neck when he pulls you into him in slow motion.
And before even the slightest hint of a whisper can escape your lips, you’re pressed into him and his mouth meets yours – with a thousand explosions, gloriously.
It takes you a moment to fully realise what’s happening; but when you do, your eyelids flutter shut, a quiet hum leaving your throat that he swallows immediately. Your fingers come up to the nape of his neck, slipping under his scarf and giving in to his gentle touch as his mouth moves against yours.
No tongues are involved; your teeth don’t clash.
The kiss remains soft, electrifying, your body buzzing with energy that stops your heart and awakens it back to life simultaneously. The wild beating of it surely speaks volumes to you. You’re certain he’s felt the hammering of it, too as he pulls you closer, his thumb stroking your cheek.
By now, you don’t know how to stop yourself from going down with him. Everything about you two is doomed, dangerous, impossible and bound to end in heartbreak. But under the snowy sky, the cold winter engulfing you, you’re made of snow flurries while he's a blizzard - and you’re entirely weak and defenceless in his arms.
While the kiss lasts for sole seconds, time stretches endlessly, his pillowy soft lips giving you one last peck before they leave yours. His eyes are swimming in affection, and it unleashes intensely – all his prior gazes seem like nothing in comparison.
But it’s the sorrow in them that snaps you back into reality again.
“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung mutters, his cold breath brushing your face as his grip around you loosens.
You can’t respond with more than a small nod. Your mind focuses on not pulling him in again, every fibre of your being holding you back as you feel yourself spiral out of control.
He holds you longer than he kissed you, and he brushes his nose against yours one last time before he lets go. Leaving you in wonder if you would’ve managed to escape his arms voluntarily at all.
His hands travel back into his pockets as he gulps, biting into his lower lip for a short-lived moment before his feet take the route to the exit of the market again.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Strangely enough, you aren’t.
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Taehyung told you that his home is located somewhere between the hotel and the market. When you approach the way back, you already fear the moment of your departure, the usual hideous feeling returning, reminding you that he will be leaving you alone very soon again.
You feel like a hypocrite – because in reality it’s you leaving him, not the other way around. He isn’t going anywhere.
The cold is even frostier when you reach his entrance, the trees fully covered in snow with not one single leaf in sight. Everything about the nature surrounding you reminds you of your love that’s doomed, close to as dead as the leaves are.
Love cannot bloom during a frigid winter.
The temporary romance you’re floating in has an expiry date and you both know it. Perhaps things would have been different in the spring; perhaps the season of love with all its flowery glory would have made you stay and hold on.
And while this thought sounds ridiculous as it is, it makes sense to you in some way or the other – you weren’t engaged back then, no strings and no business holding you back from the man you’re still so undeniably in love with. You know all of this.
But looking at him looking at you like this is too damn painful; you find it hard to let go yet again – especially when he moves closer. He lifts your head with his finger and explores your soul behind your eyes with caution.
His lips form a tender smile laced with a shred of sadness, and when longing festers too long, he whispers, “I know you still love me.”
The hand under your glove is empty; the ring that usually decorates your finger is resting in your suitcase now, hidden under clothes and documents. It’s nearly forgotten as you stand here in front of the love of your life; close, so close.
You inhale deeply, the gulp not steading your shaky voice. Tears form in the corners of your eyes yet again as you confess, “I don’t want him.”
“I know,” he says.
Another step closer.
He’s looking at you as if he fears you might fall apart any moment now.
“Nothing about him and me is real.”
“I know.”
His hands reach out to cup your face, thumbs ready to catch any tear that threatens to spill. You grab his arms tightly, holding onto him as your eternal anchor, your blanket in the cold, your light in the dark.
“I don’t want him,” you whisper again, leaning in closer before a sudden sob leaves your mouth. You don’t stop yourself from crying anymore; let out every single trace of frustration as his touch weakens you after all.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice so quiet, gentle; the same young voice that spoke naive, genuine promises to you years ago.
You want something you can’t have.
“To be here.”
Something you didn’t think you’d ever want when you left five years ago.
“With you.”
Along with something you’ve never stopped wanting.
Despite any man who crawled his way into your bedroom, you never fully encountered the feeling that the term love defined and consisted of. Although Taehyung has become a distant presence, the memory of him was always more alive than you’ve ever felt – and with this ideal in mind, love soon became a mere noun.
Something that exists; never something you can experience.
“Then stay.”
His voice is hushed, nearly silent and coated in insecurity – but he needs to try anyway.
I can’t.
You’re torn – you know you’re supposed to turn your back, pull out of his reach and face the unforgiving reality. But you don’t. Instead, you let him hold your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, and his eyes impatient – everything reignites the flame that once burned bright and hot for him.
And suddenly, the thin, weak line between right and wrong vanishes.
With him and his careful words, here and now, every ounce of affection rushes back to you that you cherished long ago. At a time that feels like a different life now. After all these years, Taehyung has yet again managed to turn the noun that ghosted through your mind meaninglessly into a verb; not just love, but loving him.
Loving him yesterday, loving him today, probably loving him forever.
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Then stay.
He said this with such ease; and you gave in just as easily.
Perhaps you should regret it and back away as long as you can. But his lips on yours eliminate every thought instantly, his mind drowning in a fever as his arms hold you against him firmly.
The harmless kiss you shared barely an hour ago has long evolved into a heated and passionate one, hums and quiet moans slipping out of his mouth as you seek his tongue eagerly. 
You’re already breathless when he pushes you onto his bed, an arm wrapping around your waist as he hovers above you. He wipes the hair out of your face, lips coming down to press soft kisses onto your cheeks as he whispers in between, “I missed this. I missed you so much.”
Who’s going to save you now?
There’s no leaving, no hope to escape the labyrinth that his heart is.
You’ve given up; became a mess as soon as he pulled you into him, entered the apartment with you and kissed you as if you were the only oxygen keeping him alive. As if he’d set the world ablaze for you.
Nothing can save either of you now.
Taehyung explores every spot of your skin as you let your fingers slide into his hair, feeling his head move from your cheeks to your ear. He nibbles your earlobe softly before he shifts his attention to your neck, the touch on your delicate skin drawing an involuntary whine out of you.
And your sounds don’t stop as he moves further, his tongue and teeth working their way along your veins before he starts sucking bruises onto your neck harshly, using your body as his personal canvas.
“Oh- oh god, Tae,” you mumble, not even a real, logical string of words forming in your mind as he lowers himself lightly, his chest ghosting just above yours.
His open mouthed kisses are dipped in an incomprehensible amount of desire. His hands roam your body, fingers finding their way to the hem of your sweater before they pull it up until you lift your torso for him. Detaching his mouth from your neck, he frees you of the clothing, your bra, smoothly unclasped, following shortly.
He eyes your half naked body for a seemingly infinite moment, watching the way your nails dig into his pillow and your chest heaves uncontrollably. He doesn’t notice his mouth is agape until his warm breath grazes his dry lips, his eyes filled with irreversible lust as he asks, “How are you real?”
Because for Taehyung, all of this still appears like a dream.
Not that you’re under him. Neither the fact that he kissed you at all.
But the mere thought that you’re here, in this town, in this area; you, your actual existence and not the illusion that haunted him for years after you left him behind.
In the same moment, your thoughts drift somewhere else, his question fogging your mind and confusion settling in as you wonder the exact same thing. How is it him asking you that? An inquiry he should reflect on each time he looks into the mirror.
“Come closer,” you plead.
As he obliges, your fingers reach out to fiddle with his cotton shirt – as much as the dark green material hugging his body and the rolled up sleeves please your eye, you’re eager to rid him of the clothing.
You shiver when his toned chest comes into view, and you run your fingers along his warm skin softly after throwing the shirt onto the floor, his bicep flexing deliciously.
Taehyung won’t waste any time tonight – and why would he?
He’s waited for you for so long, drowned in hopes that you’d come back and he’d touch you like this again; just like this, just once.
Plush lips latch onto your perked nipple, impatient hands opening your jeans before he pushes them down in one swift motion. His mouth never leaves your breasts as you mewl at the sensitive touch.
Taehyung’s head shoots up, leaving a new trail of kisses along your face as his fingers slide down slowly. They graze the swell of your breasts, pass your belly button, draw soft circles right over the fabric of your panties before they travel further.
He keeps his lips on your face as he settles on the mattress next to you and grips your thigh, spreading your legs and placing one over his own before his hand finds its way back to where you need him the most.
You should be familiar with his tender touches – before you left, you’d done this so many times with him. But apparently not often enough; because in some way, everything he does feels like uncharted territory anyway.
“I never stopped thinking of you,” Taehyung confesses against your skin, his eyes taking in the anticipation in yours when you move your head to face him.
He leans in, biting your lip at the same time as his fingers press into your clothed sex; and you gasp sharply, your every sound letting his body ascend and soar. Your legs shake slightly as he runs his digits up and down your soaked panties, his thumb circling your clit and a heavy sigh escaping his lungs as he starts, “You’re so…”
“I know,” you breathe, the timbre of his voice only helping the cause as your arousal pools further with each movement from his side.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
What you’re thinking?
Nothing. It’s so hard to think at all.
Instead, you tell him, “Want you. I want you so bad…”
Swiftly, he shifts your panties to the side, impressed by the way they stick to your dripping cunt. He basks in the feeling that you’re in this state because of his touches. Touches that are so harmless compared to what he’s still going to do to you.
Fingertips caress your swollen nether lips before he starts rubbing between them. As your lewd, inviting sounds echo in his ears, his cock grows impossibly hard under his stretching underwear, and quietly, he whispers, “Like this?”
“Yes… yes,” you utter, words dying in your throat before you can properly utter them. “Yes, like that.”
You try to ignore the questions that float inside your head, wondering where he’s learned all of the light teasing, tender touches and flawless kisses. While being with him like this was heaven on Earth five years ago, too, the moment you drown in right now feels entirely different than any man that tried to please you since then.
But with each step he takes, he reminds you of everything that comes with being intimate with him, everything your innermost self hasn’t forgotten after all: his low, quiet moans when he buries his face in your neck as he does now; the soft, soft kisses leaving a lingering path on your skin; the deep, vibrating groans and movements of his hips as he relishes your pleasure.
His voice became an echo when you went away, fading with time, but always coming back when your heart missed and longed for him too much. Recurring dreams turned into nightmares and sad nightly moods morphed into sleepless nights.
All of these times, you’d never forgotten what he’s trying to remind you of now.
He mumbles your name cautiously; there’s no further word or sentence he needs to say. Just your name on his tongue, just your grip around his shoulders and his hair, fingers tugging at it as an intense shiver runs through his body like a current.
Whenever you think Taehyung’s going to dip his fingers inside, he stops. It’s only when a gravelly plea slips from your tongue that he becomes pliant next to you. While one arm slithers underneath you and holds you close, a large palm wrapping around your tit, he pushes the digits that were fumbling at your entrance inside almost painfully slowly.
“Taehyung, please,” you beg again, your breath stuttering between each syllable and your cunt soaked, sucking him in, “more, please, more.”
His heart leaps at your words and your blissed out expression, indulging in the euphoria that’s inundating his entire body. He’s trying hard to concentrate on controlling himself, but for all he knows, your wiggling in his grip and the bathing of his fingers in your arousal are orgasmic enough for him to drop into near hysteria.
You struggle to hold onto your sanity just as much – in the privacy of your room, you often have a difficult time enjoying your own two digits properly. And now here he is, stretching you with his impossibly long fingers, scissoring motions spreading you for him as your tight pussy takes them in entirely; so, so deeply.
“I can’t wait to taste you, sweetheart,” he mutters into your ear deliciously, words so filthy but his voice laced with saccharine honey.
You’re desperate in his arms as he pumps into you, craving more with each passing, agonising second. But when you whimper, feeling your pussy pulsate from excitement, he lifts his body from your side. Hands leaving your sex entirely, he positions himself between your legs, face descending after pulling your panties off in a haze.
He inhales your scent – looks at your glistening core in admiration for only a moment before his lips pull at your nether ones gently. He repeats the action twice before he flattens his tongue against your pussy. Vibrations of his gruff moans elicit goosebumps along your limbs before he murmurs, “Come on my tongue… yeah?”
Your grip around his hair tightens, and you pull him into you further, the whisper of his name and your eagerness spurring him on endlessly. Ready to devour you whole.
Drinking you up, he wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping them in his grasp as he spreads you wider. You arch your back when he brings his thumb to your bundle of nerves again, rubbing slowly first before he increases his pace gradually.
“Tae, I-”
“I know, baby,” he says, your unsteady breaths and squirming upper body indicating how close you are. “I’ve got you.”
There’s no doubt that he’s pushing you closer to your relief anyway; but the nickname he whispered so carefully only increases the process as a galaxy starts blurring your vision. Everything spins around you as his thumb slows down, helping you ride out your orgasm until your muscles relax.
You’re still breathless when he moves up to you. He doesn’t allow you a break before he kisses you again, and you sigh at the dizzying combined taste of both of you as he removes the last of his clothing, too.
His cock springs out immediately and slaps against his stomach. And while you thought of him in this way multiple times over the course of the last years, you can’t help but gape at the length and thickness, the bulbous head swollen and coloured in a mouthwatering red.
“Baby.” He mutters your name, looking at you attentively and cupping your face in his careful hands. Your eyes meet his shimmering ones, the affection and daze piercing your heart like razor spikes; you struggle to focus. “My love.”
My love.
“Will you have me?” Taehyung asks, words so quiet and attentively crafted that you feel your heart drop into your stomach. “Even after all these years?”
But despite your concerns, doubts and fear concerning your future, your head nods yes without a further thought, giving him the satisfaction that he needs as he bites your lip and pulls at it softly.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
The ancient concept of human language suddenly appears fascinating to you – while words were invented to serve as a means of communication, it’s baffling that just a few of them put together in a simple sentence can make your insides burn like this.
You aren’t sure how far you can go and what you’re allowed to say to show him how much you missed every single bit about him – but without giving him the impression that you’re ready to stay, to turn to ashes in his embrace until the end of time.
But words aren’t enough to express your innermost feelings anyway.
Hands settling on his chest, you push him onto the bed, coming up and straddling him in one smooth motion as you whisper his name again. Mouth meeting his skin, you kiss your way down his body, taking in his unsteady breathing as you tell him truthfully, “You were impossible to forget, Tae.”
Reaching his leaking tip, you don’t suck right away. Kissing down his shaft, you watch his expressions intensify, his teeth catching his lip before he lets out a light laugh and forgets the melancholy for just a moment.
“I didn’t tease you like this.”
“I’m not teasing you,” you admit, your tongue running along his pulsating veins before you add, “I’m committing the moment to memory.”
Taehyung’s head falls back as he closes his eyes. No matter how good your ministrations feel, the sting in his chest is undeniable. Keeps returning – because despite the way your tongue is circling his member, your words sound too much like an ending.
Like this is one of the last few times, an ephemeral get-together that will soon become another aching memory.
He wants to tell you.
Wants to mutter the same words that he promised to you when you were younger, the same words that had caused endless nights and endless crying in the dark. His heart, body and mind yearning for you so intensely that the pain felt like it would never subside.
Right now, however, he tries to empty his head. He brushes away the intruding thoughts as you take him in as much as you can, his cock twitching inside your mouth when you start to move.
You hollow your cheeks, eyes closing as you concentrate on your gag reflex; the precum salty on your tongue but an inviting taste anyway. Eager to drive him to the edge, you bring your hand to the remainder of his cock, pumping along with the movements of your mouth.
“Oh shit, your mouth, what the fuck,” he breathes.
His eyebrows furrow and his nails nearly rip the sheets, and you’re sure he’d come on your tongue, if you continued for long enough.
But when Taehyung glances down, the sight of you becomes too much, keen on having you close again, everything so deeply painful that he digs his fingers into your shoulder. You yelp, setting his cock free in surprise, ready to ask what’s wrong before you spot the longing in his eyes.
The plea written in them is so clear… so soft; and you shift.
Moving up his body, you reposition yourself until your pussy hovers over his cock, so eager for the right type of friction that you don't wait any longer than you have to. You bring the soaked muscle to your hole, pushing yourself down on it slowly until he bottoms out.
Getting used to the burning stretch takes a moment longer than you expected; but when you do, you let out a sigh, reprieve washing over you.
Taehyung loses every fibre of his sanity at the view of your open mouth and closed eyes, your tits squeezed between your arms whose palms you’ve placed on his torso, keeping you upright.
He grabs your hips tightly, fingers boring into your flesh as he lets you move up and down smoothly and confesses, “The way I’ve… I’ve imagined this exact moment a hundred times before…”
His mind spirals as you throw your hair back and keep calling his name. Your walls engulf him perfectly, your tingling skin and his fervent touch making you feel so alive that your pussy clenches and spasms around him.
“Fuck, fuck, I– kiss me,” he says, his order close to begging.
A crease forms between his eyebrows, sweat glistening on his temples. He needs to feel you closer, closer – you’re too fucking far away.
When you lean down, your chest pressing against his, you kiss his cheek first, moaning and gasping against his skin until he places one firm hand at the nape of your neck and pulls you to his lips.
With his fingers in your hair, his tongue meets yours again, teeth clashing and his hips moving on their own accord as he starts to thrust into you from below to meet your actions. You whimper against his soft mouth, your body shaking in his grip that holds you against him solidly.
“Baby,” he whispers, his hot breath moulding with yours as he looks at you with infatuation unmatched – no, with love unmatched. So obviously, so endearingly, so wordlessly with love. “You’re so beautiful… so fucking gorgeous.”
“You're so perfect, fuck.”
God, you wish you were.
You wish you could be what he wants, stay as he wants you to; actually walk around as the person he admires so much. You want to be so much more for him, someone he actually deserves – but you aren’t, and you’re so scared to burst his bubble.
But maybe it’s enough that you’re perfect in his eyes. Because when he thrusts into you vigorously and you scream his name into the room, his expression fills with an astounding amount of fondness and attachment. His hands grab you and flip you onto your back before you can process the shine in his eyes.
He loves the way you scream his name over and over again. The name that he’s heard thousands and millions of times, suddenly becoming the prettiest melody he’s ever had the privilege to listen to. It’s as if it’s the only word you know; as if it’s the only thing you live for.
“Again,” he whispers above you, his stare so loving, so bittersweet that you feel like you’re melting in his arms. “Say my name again.”
It isn’t hard to oblige when he starts pounding into you, your head bumping lightly against the pillowed headboard and your nails marking his skin as you breathe, “Taehyung…”
And you do. Again and again. How did he go without it for so long?
You keep whispering the same word like a maniac, like a mantra, until it becomes too much, the incessant movements of his hips pulling lewd sounds out of you, echoing from the walls. The name on your tongue reminds you yet again what you missed for so long; what you’ll miss when you’re gone again.
Tears appear in your eyes afresh – god, you’re so sick of crying. All the liquid that has already left you could fill a river by now. And when your moans and wails start sounding too much like heartbreaking sobs, Taehyung looks up, the wetness on your face so different from your sweat as he hears you replace his name with constant apologies.
“I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head as he stills inside you, “I’m so sorry.”
His hands settle on your cheeks after wiping the damp hair from your face; he doesn’t ask what you’re sorry for, too scared he might hear something he doesn’t want to hear. He’s a fool in love after all, caving in to what you’re giving him now, feeding off your affection as he assigns the duty of dealing with the pain to his future self.
Without any other idea in his mind, he kisses you again before he backs away. “Don’t cry, yeah? Please don’t cry. It’s okay, love. It’s alright.”
Calming you with soft words, his hands press into your face more, thumbs wiping and lips kissing away your tears. His gaze hurts even more now than back when you were eighteen. The breaking and shattering of your heart is fierce, and it feels like nothing can patch you up anymore – not now, not ever.
Taehyung gulps; kisses your forehead softly. His thoughts whirl and spin, but his mouth focuses on your state instead.
“Breathe, baby.”
You hold onto him as you wrap your legs around him tighter, and he presses himself against you entirely as your sweaty skin collides. He fucks into you deeper and harder, his free hand somehow finding its way to your clit and rubbing against it pleasantly.
Soon, his sheets are drenched in your arousal as you come for him again, a scream escaping your throat as you squirt around his cock and wet it along with your thighs. His grip around you remains firm, as if he’s trying to glue your pieces together again.
He whispers sweet praises, new endearments and uplifting words into your ear.
Tells you that you’re okay, that he’s here, that he adores you so, so much.
“You’re my girl,” he states, his hips stuttering by now as he tries to heal you. He wants you to be his… just his. “You’ll always be my girl, yeah?”
Thinking back, you were never anyone’s but his.
When you slapped him in elementary school for drinking your apple juice. When you made fun of his weird braces during lunch in middle school. When you cuddled up to him while watching The Notebook, crying into his chest while he laughed and kissed your hair affectionately.
Always and in every waking moment, you belonged to him, and him only.
This thought might hurt less if you were able to chase this destiny, hold onto what’s meant to be. Maybe someday you can. You don’t know. But right now, all you know is that…
“I’m yours. Always have been.”
He kisses you again, every of his yet unspoken words and feelings transferring into your heart through his lips and their movements. His thrusts are deep but messy by now, his lower body moving in circles; and a moment later, you feel him tremble on top of you.
One deep, resounding moan vocalises against your lips before he pulls his face away, panting next to your ear as he spills inside you eventually.
Taehyung’s face buries in his pillow, your legs and arms still holding him in place as you both focus on breathing, giving your heads time to stop spinning. Apparently, he recovers faster than you when he opts to pull out and move away – but soon, his weight falls back onto yours again when you stop him, whispering, “Just a little longer.”
And so he stays.
Hugs you close, sighing in content, drawing random shapes onto your bare arms until he feels you suffocating under him. He smiles at you, drowning in your touches and silence as he realises that, had he not lifted himself off of you, you wouldn’t have said anything despite his body crushing yours.
His eyes are dreamier than you can fathom, and his gaze holds yours until he lets out a deep exhale that almost sounds and feels… sad.
For one last time, he leans down, eyelids fluttering shut and lips pressing against your forehead so delightfully and fondly that your heart stops for a moment – despite everything you’ve just done.
One more peck follows before he leaves, the emptiness and loss of skin overwhelming enough that you curl into a ball on top of his bed. He soon returns with a towel from the bathroom, helping you clean up before he covers you both in two thick blankets and pulls you into his arms.
Everything happens wordlessly – and for the second time that night, sentences become unnecessary as you drift into a dreamless sleep.
Having him wrapped around you is a dream perfect enough.
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The night passes so fast that you almost don’t realise it has ended when you open your eyes again.
Every breath and moment tastes sweet and peaceful as you bask in his embrace, his arms engulfing and warming you despite the cold outside. You look at him until he wakes up again, as though your stare has sent a signal to his unconsciousness.
He doesn’t say anything for a while; only smiles at you, fingertips brushing over your temple and cheek as his eyes trace every spot of your face.
You’re the same.
Time has passed and the pages of his calendar have been ripped out; days and hours and minutes and seconds have vanished so quickly.
But you look the same. Feel the same. Still so warm and beautiful, so full of tenderness and emotions Taehyung never managed to abandon.
Letting out the words he kept inside seems hard. But when he manages to find his voice again, so lost in you, you hold your breath and feel your heart skip a beat or two; and then, he whispers, “I love you. So, so much.”
The bittersweet tone is impossible to miss, and you move closer until your lips touch his faintly, the obvious truth too apparent to deny anymore. And you need to say it – he needs to know.
“I love you, too.”
Simple words; but they feel right. Feel like home. And they’re enough for him to hold onto you tighter than he ever did before.
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The last few days you spend in town pass in a blur. You check out from your hotel, making yourself at home in his apartment as you work half of the day and wait for him to come home after his shifts.
To say he showers you in all the affection he can gather and spoil you rotten with everything in his power might be the understatement of the century. His fingers never leave your skin, lips always ghosting over yours, and daily life becomes something that nearly feels like you could actually stay and build a relationship with him that would last a lifetime.
And in his eyes, you deserve all his worship.
Because for him, coming home means the end of his impatience. It’s a rush of glorious emotions, an intense craze over every breath you draw; still, he always wonders what he needs to do to change your mind. While everything between you seems eternal, he knows he has to fight harder to make you stay.
He notices it in the way you avert his gaze when he addresses the future. Any words that suggest your togetherness beyond the next weekend are doomed to die in his throat as soon as you change the topic.
Like that one afternoon when he comes home early, taking off his jacket and shirt before he wraps his arms around you from behind. You’re standing at his desk, the tip of a pen on your lips as you stare at the documents scattered on the table.
He presses a kiss onto your cheek, pulling you into him as you hum in content; melting into his touch. His fingers bring a sensation incredibly new to you, a distraction effective enough to forget all about work and turn around to face him instead.
Soft, rosy lips take yours captive every chance they can, and in this moment, they have you floating, too. He loves the way you always let your fingers wander to the nape of his neck slowly; adores the way you tug at his hair, quiet, harmless sighs falling into his mouth when his tongue touches yours.
Taehyung knows how dangerous promises and hopes are, but he never manages to let them drown when he touches you like this. Without any control, they tumble out, no other thought in his mind but you; even now when he tells you, “I really wish I could hold you forever. Love you like this without ever stopping.”
But you know there’s a definite end – forever is a term too stretched, but he likes to use it anyway. Despite your best efforts to smile his statements away, he’s not an idiot; he sees in your eyes why you never respond to his confessions.
He wonders why you’re still here then, giving him hope and love, nights filled with touches as if you’re trying to provide him a memory he can live by when you’re gone.
And maybe he’s right. Or maybe, you’re just being selfish.
The admissions he whispers into your ear as he hovers above you or pulls you into him are a pain akin to physical torture. It dizzies your mind, but you’re too lost in the moment, too in love with him to give it as much attention as you should.
Similar to when he once lies behind you, waking up after a short night of fooling around – now ready to start all over again. His naked form presses into you, his mouth and tongue working on your shoulder as his fingers circle your clit. You’re a squirming mess in his grip, but he holds you tight, one of your legs tossed over his as he spreads you for him.
“Tae, please,” you whisper, hands clenched into fists and teeth biting into your fingers when you come for the third time just like this. The oversensitivity is palpable – and he hasn’t even slid in himself yet.
“What?” he responds.
He knows what you want, but he loves hearing you say it, loves when you beg for him, show him how much you long for him.
Your fingers reach between your legs, tapping the skin of his thighs for a while until you find what you’re seeking. Your hand wraps around his hard length, bringing it closer to your drenched entrance as you urge him to press himself inside.
“Want you…”
And Taehyung is never one to decline you. He’s lived without you for too long, and the feeling of you so close to him, wanting no one but him, is enough to give in and stop any sort of teasing.
Every time he slides in, just like now, your walls clench around him as if to keep him there, and each time he starts moving, truthful words leave his lips as if on reflex. Words you can’t commit to, but words that put you in ecstasy anyway.
“Don’t want to love anyone but you…” he always says. “No one ever but you.”
In the heat of the moment, in the blur of emotions, he slips into an unknown kind of fear each time. He fucks you with a passion that makes you shiver; urges you to come with pleas that make you love him harder.
Kiss me.
Hold me.
Stay with me.
Things feel perfect with him; like you’re the domestic couple that people would root for – but all the feelings are poignant. His lips might be sweet; but the reality is so sour.
You hold onto this reality without actively protecting yourself from him.
Taehyung ignores this reality, actively trying to fight its outcome.
But three days before your journey back, he loses his composure once and for all, watching you start packing your suitcase as he sits at the edge of his bed and says, “Hey.”
You look up at him, eyebrows rising immediately when you decipher his worried gaze. His head is tilted, his bare, toned chest falling unsteadily. You stand, approaching him before you take a seat on his lap.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ask, “What’s wrong?”
“What are you doing?”
He nods towards the suitcase, your eyes following his movement as you bite into your lower lip. You meet his stare again, fingers lightly tugging at his dark hair before you confess, “I’ve been procrastinating, Tae.”
“Procrastinating what?”
Letting go.
You’ve overstayed your welcome in this town, gotten attached to him too much. For the heartbreak that’s to come, no one is to blame but you.
When you don’t answer, he lets out a deep exhale, his hands wandering up to settle on your hips, squeezing lightly. His usually shiny eyes are desperate now, drenched in the ache he doesn’t deserve, and his voice is quiet but clear when he asks, “Are you… you’re really going to leave?”
The word again floats somewhere between your bodies.
You gulp, waiting a second before you feel strong enough to nod. His chest deflates in front of you, a huff escaping him as if he was holding his breath. He wants you to stand, loosens his hands around you, but you pull him closer when you cup his face in your palms.
“Tae, please…” you say, not knowing what you’re begging for; but his angry stare intimidates and scares you enough to repeat your frustration. “Please.”
“Please what?” The volume of his voice grows, and your heart drops. “Why are you here? Why are you doing all of this, if you’re just going to break it again?” He runs his fingers through his hair, legs shifting to finally get rid of your touch, but you stay persistent.
“I’m here, because I love you, I–”
“No,” he interrupts, the negation short but intense, enough to make you flinch. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t let this go and ruin what we have.”
You aren’t trying to ruin anything; he must know. He must, right?
“Fucking tell me all of this didn’t feel real to you. And if that’s not the case, then tell me you don’t love me enough, just… just tell me the fucking truth, because I won’t go through the whole process of getting over you again, I–”
The words falling out of his mouth pause when he lets out a small chuckle, pushing you from his lap and onto the bed next to him softly after removing your hands from his cheeks.
He stands, his palms rubbing his face as he continues, “Fuck, I didn’t even ever get over you, who am I trying to convince?”
He’s still laughing, but the sound of it is fake, forced. And you reckon he’s drifting into some sort of panicked sadness when the laugh shifts into a gut-wrenching sob.
“I just… thinking about you and this situation makes me so fucking sick to my stomach, but I still keep going. I try and try and fucking try in hopes that you’d let me love you, but you won’t. Why not? Why are you doing this to me all over again?”
It’s so frustrating to think that you make him believe you’re doing something to him instead of just flowing with the current that your life has become.
You grab his hand when he comes close enough again, his steps through his room flooding you with nervousness. But instead of halting, he pulls you up to him, placing his palms on your jaw before your shaky voice explains, “I d– I don’t have a life here, Tae, I can’t.”
“Please, baby,” he pleads, tears running down and over his quivering lips. He hates the pain. Hates that you have weaponised his affection for him just to eliminate him with it. “Stay, I’m begging you. I keep giving, but all you do is take, please… stop. I can’t lose you again, okay, I really fucking can’t.”
He sniffles, trying to muster strength, lifting your head after you lower your gaze.
“Don’t you love me? Is that it?”
“I do. You know I do. But Taehyung... I have built a life. I’m- I’m part of a business that I can’t deal with here.”
Soon, you’re crying, too, desperate, because the frustration that has taken over him clouds his head, makes it impossible for him to understand. And everything hurts, because you hate yourself for your choices. The choices you can’t possibly not make.
You want to stay. You want him. God knows you don’t want anything more – but that’s not the realistic route of your life.
“I studied there, and came close to the most important contract, Tae… Staying here makes no sense, baby, please, understand–”
“Why does it not make sense?” He knows exactly why – yet he can’t help but feel his heart splinter into tiny shards, the piercing pieces of it jabbing his lungs incessantly. “I love you. I love you with all my being, and… I never fucking stopped. Why does that not make sense?”
“Because love isn’t always enough, Tae!”
Not enough to overcome the trauma this town has brought you. Not enough to fully heal. The scent and atmosphere of this place are only bearable as long as his touch is here; but past ghosts can only stay away for so long.
He pauses for long, excruciating seconds, blinking at you as your damp eyes hold each other’s state. With all you said and did in the last days, he was so sure that changing your mind was at least an option.
However, while he’s aware of everything your birthplace did to you, he didn’t expect that love wouldn’t suffice for you. That one endless love you’ve been sharing since you were teenagers. Kids.
And knowing that probably hurts the most.
“You know…” he begins, his voice calming down, his mind still in a fog from what you just said. “You know exactly that’s not what you want. You know what you want is here.” One of his hands grabs yours, pulling it up and placing it on his chest, right above his rapidly beating heart. “There won’t be any happiness where you’re going.”
“No… But it isn’t here either.”
And then, he lets go eventually, pressing his lips into a thin line and taking a careful step back. He nods slowly, looking at you for a few more seconds before he turns around, buries his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and leaves the room.
Shaking and crying, you stand there for what feels like hours, staring at the open suitcase until you shiver from the cold that somehow creeps its way into the apartment through closed windows.
Within a minute, you’ve changed your clothes, slipped into the first pair of jeans and your jacket. As you enter the living room, you see him at one end of the couch, elbows on his legs as they support his weight. His head hangs low; his eyes stare at the carpet.
You walk over to him, grabbing the thick blanket that’s hanging over the couch before you drape it over his naked torso. You run your fingers through his hair softly without him reacting, leaning closer as you inform him, “I’ll go for a walk. I won’t be gone long.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything; merely closes his eyes at your touch, his head empty of words and his heart filled with pain that’s intense enough to turn into numbness.
A moment later, he is alone.
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When you said you wouldn’t be gone long, you lied.
Hours later, he remains alone, no messages and call from you as dusk settles over town. You should be back again by now, and after his initial stupor, Taehyung gets on his feet, walking up and down his living room as fret starts rising in his chest.
It doesn’t help that you’re not picking up his calls, the robotic voice of your mailbox scaring him each time and making him believe that it’s you when in reality, it never is. All the ache tugs at his nerves tonight, and he lets out a scream as he throws the blanket from his shoulders and onto his table, knocking over a glass of water.
“Where are you?” he asks into the emptiness.
His heart races as his mind imagines the worst case scenarios, fingers dialling your number again and again. And when his ringtone finally chimes, he gasps, looking at his screen before squinting at the unfamiliar number. He picks up nonetheless, in hopes it’s you.
But it’s still not.
Instead, a new voice sounds through the speaker, soft, gentle and reassuring as the woman asks if she’s talking to Kim Taehyung. He listens carefully, lets her talk, allows her to explain the situation until his eyes widen and his breath stutters; feet moving to his bedroom momentarily as he dresses after hanging up.
He shouldn’t have let you walk out.
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“I shouldn’t have let you go out like that,” he mumbles to himself as he drives through the thankfully lonely streets. His hands have hit the steering wheel so often by now that his skin tingles, his head spinning.
Concentrate. You’re driving. Concentrate.
The same mantra repeats itself as he focuses on the road to the hospital, trying not to miss any green traffic light as he calms himself down.
Relax, Tae. She’s hurt – but alive. Concentrate on breathing.
But despite his constant reassurances, he feels guilty and broken, regretting that he didn’t stop you from leaving; regretting staying silent; hating himself for not having fought harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he exclaims, over and over again, wiping away the tears to keep track of the road; but the curses only increase the more he nears the hospital.
Finding a free parking spot is easy, but getting to the department that called him earlier is a headache. Several rides of the elevator and wrong turns later, he reaches an empty hallway, the fluorescent light burning in his reddened eyes as his head frantically snaps around, searching for you.
And at the end of the path, there you are, lonely and shaking, seated on one of the chairs near the vending machine – hurt but alive.
The sprint to you feels endless, even though you’re on the near end of the hallway, just a few feet away. Taehyung is sure he looks like a maniac by now, but no fibre in him can muster any ounce of embarrassment right now.
Your eyes are shut, concentrating on getting rid of the headache, but his voice fully snaps you awake. Before you can take him in, he’s crouching in front of you, hands coming up to cup your face, but halting mid-air. You have a bandage under your cheekbone and one on your forehead, your hand wrapped as you stare at him through tired eyes.
“Tae,” you breathe, your healthy hand settling on the side of his neck, “not sure if I’m imagining it, but… you’re here.”
He grabs your hand in an instant, pressing it between his palms and reassuring, “Of course I am, baby. Of course...”
His eyes inspect your wounds carefully, trying to find out how hurt you actually are before you tell him yourself, “Broken hand. Stitches on my face. And I think I bumped my head against something. There’s no injury, but it hurts.”
Leaving his apartment wasn’t supposed to be a greater affair than taking a refreshing walk in the park near the mall. What you didn’t expect was for your mind to be intruded by thoughts of your current situation so deeply that you didn’t notice the motorbike until it was too late; your form already splayed on the empty street.
The night air was unbearably cold, and you were barely able to see the biker driving away in fear as dizziness took over your body. You’re sure it came from the impact of your head hitting the concrete; and while you’d opted to call Taehyung with your remaining strength, your body gave up and your consciousness slipped.
You explain to him that the doctors informed you about a passerby calling the ambulance for you before bringing you here eventually. Your phone battery had long died when you woke up, and you relied on the nurses as you asked them to call Taehyung and your company as soon as possible.
Fast forward to now, you’re healing from a throbbing head, feeling the effect of the medicine seeping through your body as your breaths steady.
Although the urge to throw up still returns here and there, you try not to worry too much – the doctors told you that the mild effect of the accident would diminish soon; and quite frankly, you were insanely lucky.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispers, his gaze falling onto your lap as his thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I should’ve come with you. Or kept you with me.”
“It’s not your fault, baby,” you tell him, looking at the tears that spill yet again.
He cries so much. Wastes so many feelings, tears and his time. Because of you.
You’re sure he doesn’t feel this way without you around.
Although you’re too exhausted from physical pain and the emotional damage that your thoughts brought you, your eyes burn. You don’t know how – you can’t even focus on crying right now.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, carefully bringing one hand to your uninjured cheek and brushing your skin with the back of his trembling fingers, “I love you so much.”
About that…
“Tae…” you mutter, leaning into his touch and pressing your fingers into the hand that’s holding yours hard; probably leaving marks, “I need to tell you something.”
He watches your expression change curiously, eyes widening as he waits. Whatever you’re going to announce, judging from your face, it isn’t something he’ll like. He knows; realises that it’s time to prepare to fight his inner battle, accept whatever you have decided.
A deep breath later, you close your eyes, tears escaping before you open them again and tell him, “I called my company. Told them I’m hurt. And…”
Your hand is shaking in his, and he grips it harder, trying to calm you while his own heart thumps and jackhammers against his ribcage.
“And my fiancé is coming to pick me up tomorrow. I… he might be at the airport already. I’ll spend the night here because of this… concussion? I think that’s what it is. And come and get my stuff from yours in the morning and then leave the town on an earlier notice than planned.”
How you managed to say all of this without losing the red string of logic and breaking down, you can’t tell. Even more surprising is the smile that Taehyung gives you afterwards, nodding at you in silence as he swallows the knot of ache in his throat.
“You really do need to leave, right?”
He’s broken like never before.
By now, he feels like his heart has melted into a puddle anyway, not a trace of its fullness left. The beat against his ribs appears false, psychosomatic – what’s hammering inside his chest when his heart has long dissolved in your palms?
You nod your head yes, your whole body shivering as you try to hold in the sobs. Maybe your selfish side expected for him to fight for you some more. Maybe you’re a fool big enough to think that he’ll never give you up, no matter how much you hurt and how often you abandon him.
But still, seeing him nod with you and smile at you stings more than it should.
Because that means you’re officially over, every bit of love you share shattering. Your life feels like a broken record – realities and situations repeat, from your goodbye to his accepting smile that’s too kind-hearted, way more than you deserve.
The same old story as five years ago.
“I wish you could come with me,” you then say, knowing fully well why he can’t.
Taehyung explained it to you already.
With the money he has, he can’t escape this town just yet, and it’s nearly impossible to find a job fast enough to settle with a steady income. It isn’t as if the profession of a tour guide is all that safe.
And he’s told you multiple times that if he was ever to pursue a career in a city like yours, it would be something bigger than this; with his own money, his own effort. You’re well aware he’s never going to accept your help in that case.
“Maybe someday. Maybe I’ll find you again,” he breathes; the soft, hopeful tone of his voice falls with each word.
Maybe. Maybe it’s going to work out one day. Maybe you can be his sometime in the future.
All the recurring maybes. 
“If we’re meant to be, we will find each other again,” you utter – that’s how people say things work, right?
Taehyung knows you were meant to be – he’s known it since he’d stared into your shiny eyes so many years ago, looking at him with all the happiness you could gather despite the chaos that your life was. He’d seen that you were his when he’d first kissed you; when you’d left; when he’d met you again – and right now, he sees it, too.
The chance is high that you know as well. But as it seems, you two have fallen victims to the concept of the right person at the wrong time at every turn.
He sniffles, the palm on your face still catching your tears as he leans up until the tips of your noses touch. Gazing into your eyes for a moment, he waits for rejection; but when nothing comes, he presses his mouth onto yours, kissing you gently, tenderly.
Intense affection caused by his slow movements floods you, twirling a storm inside you that refuses to calm down – you know it won’t anytime soon.
And when he pulls back, his face glowing in the bright light and eyes glittering with love that will never burn out, he says, “At least one last memory of my lips before you leave.”
With nothing more left to say, your sobs and gasps fill the air of the narrow hallway, echoing from the wall painfully; and Taehyung lets himself fall onto his knees before his arms wrap around your waist gently.
His cheek presses into your lap, no care left about passing doctors or patients as he remains in this very state, inhaling your scent and closing his eyes when you run your fingers through his hair.
Love has become a noun again.
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2 Winters Later
People say time passes by fast when you’re busy.
There is something about physics or alike that makes the rule for time and its speed; apparently, a minute goes by slower for one person than for another.
For you, time is a concept that stopped existing long ago, and now you’re not going through the motions of days anymore but through life. The words written in your calendar are just there, no meaning behind them and no particular urge inside you to make sense of them.
First, it took you frustratingly long to get back into daily life and work as before you had visited and left your childhood home again. Entering the atmosphere of the city, the busy buildings and streets, was so overwhelming that you constantly longed for an empty room again to match the emptiness in your heart.
Despite the tumult around you, the world felt small and lonely, and matching the face of the crowd was the biggest challenge you fought since coming back, considering how you saw him everywhere.
In artworks.
In lyrics.
In novels.
In cafés and restaurants; in the backseat of cars and in vacant alleys. In the eyes of complete strangers.
But life has somewhat settled now. Calmness has returned; the beat of your heart has steadied. Today, in the quiet of the afternoon, you try to use the lunch break to go through some files you’ve neglected for too long.
But when you planned this in the morning, you didn’t expect this one particular appearance of a person that you detect at one of the tables in the big relaxing area. Although the winter is cold, the sun has blessed you today, and he is drenched in the sunlight that seeps through the large windows.
His hair has grown longer now, parted in the middle and combed carefully, giving him a more mature and ridiculously handsome look.
You register a bag in front of him that looks like it could fit a camera – a book beside it that seems like a guide. He’s glancing into it, scanning the open pages.
If time is passing normally for him, it’s standing still for you, and you’re not sure you want it to run again at all.
Gulping, you step closer, his body somehow sensing your presence before he looks up. He takes you in slowly, a neutral expression turning into a sad one before his lips move upwards to a genuine half-smile.
And when you sit down in front of him, he says, “I was hoping to find you here.”
You don’t know if you want to reach for his hand first or lean back. You keep the tears at bay as your chest rises and falls heavier than before, memories flooding your mind. A Christmas market. A room filled with the echoes of your promises. A hospital hallway.
“You were looking for me?”
Taehyung tilts his head, watching you intently, nearly mimicking your expressions as you see his heart soar at the sight of you. You’re not certain what he’s thinking or feeling, but he can feel his insides turn. Every shred of him is breaking and healing; pieces falling apart and coming together; words stuck in his throat and yet threatening to fall out.
He has always been looking for you.
“I was.”
Two years have passed.
Exactly those two years that you told him to wait before you parted. The promise to come together if the time was right and if you belonged together lingers in the air and fulfils itself as he smiles at you now.
You didn’t think he’d remember. Then again, the amicable split between your now ex-husband reached the news fast and relaxed soon again, and since then you’ve been walking around as a free person, searching for something – someone – to fill the void in your heart.
It’s surprising that this existence has walked back into your life again, even though you hurt him one too many times, proving to be someone he doesn’t deserve. Still, he’s here, in all his glory and beauty.
Then again, is he back because of that? Because of you?
“I thought you’d forget about me this time,” you admit, hands coming up to intertwine nervously on the table, your eyes never leaving his hopeful ones.
But unlike you, he breaks the stare, gaze wandering to your fingers instead as he smirks slightly and deduces, “No ring anymore.”
“No ring anymore.” 
He admires your glow for a moment, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he realises that age has made you even prettier.
The face he remembers is still there, the smile the same sweet one he’s kissed so many times. You’re truly something formed in heaven, and there is no way, no way in this or the next life, that he could’ve forgotten anything about you, ever.
“It’s easy to keep you in memory,” Taehyung finally says.
More pictures of a distant yesterday fill your brain: the way you relied on him when school and your parents hurt you too much; the warm embrace that scared your fears away until it was the one haunting you; every single word and touch you shared, not just over a decade ago, but even the last time you saw him.
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing to the bag.
You need him to explain why he’s here; it doesn’t matter that you’ve recognised the object for what it is.
“I saved some money in the last two years,” he explains, opening the zip, so you can peek inside, “and now that I have enough, I decided to come here and pursue my dream of becoming a photographer. I mean, I know it’s a risky dream and all, but–”
Something in you becomes brave enough when you suddenly reach out, engulfing his soft hands in your palms as you say, “No, that’s amazing. That’s great, Tae! I’m rooting for you and I’m so, so happy you’re going to do what you love.”
His skin is still so smooth, so soft, inviting. One of his hands escapes to wrap around yours, fingers weirdly entangled and hands sandwiched between each other’s as he rubs his thumb over your wrist.
“Thank you,” he answers.
He dares not say that this isn’t the sole reason he's travelled this far. But then, something in him whispers that he doesn’t need to.
A small blanket of silence wraps around you for a moment, your hands still intertwined in a way that should be awkward. But instead, the gesture feels right – feels like home.
The right person at the wrong time exists – but that doesn’t mean that the relationship is doomed. You're able to realise that now.
“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you today. I just…” Taehyung begins, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he continues with a sigh, “Since I know the name of your company, I thought I might come over and spend some time here. You finding me in the crowd was something I was only half expecting, honestly.”
Despite anything and everything that ever happened between you, fate seems to be on your side now – something in this vast, wide universe is proving to you that you belong together after all. Pushing you towards each other. An unspoken law writing you as one in the stars.
He is yours. You are his.
You might’ve waited forever – but this eternity is nothing compared to the one you feel approaching.
“Are you free after work?” he asks, fogging your mind with all the touches his fingers provide you, looking into your eyes expectantly.
Tales are only finished when you decide that they are – as the writer of your own, you influence and twist the plot, work towards the ending until you’re satisfied or not. But an ending feels like an ending after all. And while the one two years ago left the story open and blank, everything right now feels like the beginning of a new one.
Your tale was of broken hearts and incomplete promises; but this time, you won’t let it close like this. This time, you’ll get what you deserve.
“I’m free the whole day after work.”
His warmth in your ultimate proximity is enough to give in to him; not just after work, but for an eternity. You know he’ll give you this comfort as long as you let him – no matter the hurdles.
No matter how cold the outside world gets. No matter how many leaves blossom or die.
But in the end, you both aren’t leaves but people.
And maybe, love can bloom during a frigid winter after all.
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taestefully-in-luv · 2 months
Pick of the Patch | KTH 
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Summary: You’re a struggling artist with a strong desire to escape so when your mother suddenly calls and asks you to return home to replace her in this years Harvest Festival dance, you never said yes faster. However, she informs you that you’ll be working with another dancer, Kim Taehyung and upon meeting, you decide you do not like him…but right when you think you could grow up and move past it, Taehyung makes it clear that he does not like you either
Pairing: Taehyung x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers Word Count: 20.9k  Warnings: swearing, some alcohol consumption, sad oc, feeling lost, feelings of regret, Taehyung is kinda an asshole (for reasons🥺), illness, character death, crying,  FLIRTING. smut warnings: so much flirting, little dirty talk, mentions of sex, sensual making out lol, oral (fem rec) vaginal fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, ass and breast groping, I think that is it.
A/N: sorry it is a day late, I had some personal stuff:] this is a part of the Autumn Leaves Collab! 
© taestefully-in-luv
Every fallen leaf and any breeze that feels crisp enough to bite at your skin, sucks you into your favorite memories that almost feel forgotten. They’re not forgotten but with how hectic your life has been…well, yeah, almost. Summer has been replaced with the season that brings the most change and good god, you could use some change.
You left home years ago to pursue your dreams of becoming an artist—your mother urged you to follow that dream despite how little you visited home nowadays. Every phone call or text is just your mother continuously cheering you on and giving you the hope that you can be worry free. She’s good. She’s happy. And all she wants is for you to live your dream.
It’s too bad that the dream you wished for isn’t exactly all you imagined. Your art career was once thriving but lately…the last year or more…it’s come to a sudden halt. No inspiration, no motivation and when you do create something it lacks any depth—meaningless. 
You stand here, the sky painted in a light gray as orange leaves fly across creating an interesting mix of colors. Funny, mix of colors feels a lot like your mix of emotions. It’s been a while since you stood in front of your childhood home and it’s been a while since going to the Harvest Festival—you know, the entire reason your mom asked you to come back home for a bit. 
When you were a child the Harvest Festival was the most magical time of year. Who cared about something like Christmas when you had the season of change? Colors transformed, cool breezes ran through your body and soul and the most important thing of all? The Festival that brought this town together. Especially the Harvest Festival dance. 
You smile to yourself, eyes on the autumn decorations your mother put out in the yard. She leads the dance every single year. When you were a kid, you watched your mother dance beautifully to the sound of drums and wind instruments. You watched in awe, copying all of her moves and bragging to everyone that it was your mom. Your mom who made the feeling of change feel so welcoming.  
Your mom called you around a week ago. Asking about how your art was doing and you decided to be honest with her—it wasn’t going well. You almost wanted to cry into the phone but your mom only sighed out and a smile could be heard in her voice. “What perfect timing.” Is the first thing she said. And then she was asking you to come back home for a little while to replace her in this year’s Harvest Festival dance. She explained that she isn’t the same young and vibrant woman she once was…frankly, she’s tired. But what better than her daughter to take over this time around? 
You thought about it only momentarily. This was the perfect escape. So, here you are. Standing in front of your childhood home and trying your hardest to embrace something like a change. 
“Hello?” You call out, poking your head inside the house. It’s quiet but you’re immediately hit with the smell of cookies that you imagine are still in the oven or just came out. “Mom?” 
“y/n?” You hear the sweet voice of your mother before her body turns around the corner down the hall. She lights up. Smile so wide that you already feel like you never left home to begin with. “Hurry!” she waves you over, “You’re going to let all the heat out if you keep that door open.”
You glance behind you before trying to haul your luggage through the doorway, “Sorry, sorry.” 
“How was your trip?” She begins walking closer to you, “Long, huh?”
“It was fine.” You shrug, meeting her halfway to give her a hug. As she gets closer, it kind of hits you that you have been away too long. Your mother looks older than you remember, her skin duller and when she hugs you, it feels frail. But this doesn’t stop you from hugging her tight. You missed her.
“I lost track of time,” Your mom hugs you back just as tight. “So I still haven’t made up your bed yet. The sheets are hanging but I can—”
“No worries,” You pull away from her. “I can do it. Did you make cookies?” You begin strolling down the hall until you’re entering the kitchen and then you grin excitedly. “Oh! You did.”
“You haven’t been home in ages, of course I would make your favorite cookies to celebrate.” Your mom comes in behind you, “But you barely have time to eat any, you really should get going.”
“Huh?” You question her nonchalantly, your focus is on the tray of cookies that lay on the countertop. You start picking at a few but they’re still too warm. “What are you talking about? Go where?”
“The studio!” She swats your hand from the tray of cookies. “Leave them alone until they’re ready. You really never change.” She chuckles to herself. “Anyway, you were supposed to be there half an hour ago.”
You turn to face your mom, “What? I just got here.” You look disappointed. “I thought we could think of some dinner plans and maybe watch a mo—”
“—y/n,” She cuts you off with a soft smile, “The Festival is in three weeks and I doubt you remember any of the steps. Taehyung is already there, he’s been teaching classes for me lately. But he’s also in charge of the dance for the fest—”
“Taehyung. You don’t remember Taehyung, honey?” Your mom tilts her head, “Ah, well you barely came by the studio anymore by the time he was there…I guess that makes sense.” 
You blink at your mom for a few seconds before trying to gather your thoughts, “I’m confused.” You say slowly, “Why is Taehyung…” You trail off, kind of hoping your mom gets where you’re going.
“Oh. You two are both the leads for the dance.” She says like it’s no big deal, her busy hands already at the sink to wash a few dishes. “You’ll be working together.” 
“You never said I would be working with someone?” You come next to her, leaning against the counter. “You never danced with anyone?”
“Things have changed.” She smiles down at the dishes, bowl in hand as she scrubs. “We started incorporating group dances as well as solo ones. But this year, you and Taehyung will dance together. For the finale.”
“For the…wait, I have to dance with some person I don’t know?”
“It really isn’t a big deal, not sure why you’re dragging this on. Plus!” She takes a towel and starts drying the bowl, “You and Taehyung are going to really hit it off, trust me.”
“Hit it…mom. Are you trying to set me up?”
Her head whips in your direction, an exaggerated expression on her face. “I would do no such thing!” 
“Right.” You narrow your eyes at her. “So this Taehyung…”
“Oh he is just…a very, very good boy. He’s mature, talented and so incredible. Basically the son I never had!” She sings out cutely, “You’ll get along. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if I thought you two wouldn’t at least get along, come on, y/n.” 
Well, that feels fair, you think. “Okay…so I’m supposed to be there? Now?”
“Well, 30 minutes ago.” She reminds you, “But knowing you, you were probably walking around the neighborhood, taking your sweet time.”
Your cheeks get warm because she’s right. “Not really…” You murmur but you crack a smile when you hear your mom laughing.
“Take my car. You remember where the studio is, right?”
“Yes, mom.” You deadpan. “I wouldn’t forget where that’s at when you’ve owned that place since before I was born.”
“It’s just been a while.” She still smiles at you but you feel a slight pang of guilt. It has been a while. Probably way too long. You wonder how much you’ve missed out on. 
“Okay, I guess I’ll be back later then?”
“Yeah! Taehyung will be there, you won’t miss him! Tall, handsome, has the sweetest smile.” 
“Uh huh.” You wave her off before slipping into the hall and finding the bathroom to quickly check your appearance before heading out. 
The dance studio your mom owns where she teaches dance classes is very nearby. Not even a 10 minute drive. The town has changed though, construction, new parks and cafés you don’t ever remember seeing…so you don’t actually make it within 10 minutes…considering you had to take a detour thanks to construction and you got lost. 
But finally, after 20 minutes, you make it to the studio. You notice the building has a had a paint job and there’s even a bench with a few potted plants outside the entrance. Cute, you think. You open the door and a soft ding goes off but it’s drowned out by the music coming from the back where the practice rooms are. You glance around, few decorations and framed photos of past students hang on the walls. A particular portrait catches your eye though. A huge landscape painting on the wall where the front desk is and you can’t help the heat in your cheeks as you gaze at it. You painted this back when you were in middle school…you can’t believe your mom still has never taken it down.
You walk slowly, legs taking you to the back to the main practice room where you know the music is coming from plus the voices of people. There’s maybe around 12 people back here, eyes going to you only temporarily before they’re going back to what they are doing. You glance around, feeling a little out of place, eyes going everywhere but in front of you.
“Yeah, ow.” A deep voice suddenly speaks up. Your head snaps up to see you might have stepped on some guys foot as you were walking. “Might help if you actually looked where you were going.”
“Oh shit” You blurt before looking around again but then your eyes go back to the man who stands before you. “Sorry, sorry.” You apologize immediately. “I—“
“Please show it to me again!” A girl wraps her fingers around this guy’s arm. “You know I am terrible at instructions.” She giggles and you look between them. This girl looks a little ridiculous as she fawns over this guy. He is attractive but damn. You find his eyes and his are already on you. He’s not necessarily glaring but you didn’t realize accidentally stepping on someone’s foot was this offensive. 
His eyes narrow at you before releasing a long breath, “Instead of being sorry you should use your eyes.” He’s cold with a harden expression on his face. Lips turned down. 
“It was literally an accident.” You say, trying to understand this guys problem. “So what? I’m not supposed to apologize?”
“You can do what you want.” He dismisses you, turning his body towards the girl before smiling at her. Yeah, smiling. Something you weren’t sure he was capable of. “Then why are you taking dance lessons?” He teases her. “It’s just to spend time with me, isn’t it?” 
“You caught me.” The girl laughs into her hand. Then her eyes go to you, “Uh,” She glances around awkwardly, “Are you taking lessons too or?”
“Oh. This is actually my mom’s studio.” You inform her calmly, trying to ignore the way the guy literally rolls his eyes at that. “I’m looking…for…” You look around the room when you spot a guy at the corner. He’s talking to two other people. Tall, handsome and has a sweet smile. “Never mind,” You suddenly smile while sighing. “Found him.” 
You walk across the room to introduce yourself to who you are sure is Taehyung…but your mom could have mentioned how broad his shoulders are! You get closer and his eyes find you and he smiles immediately. Yup, it’s him.
“y/n?” He asks. Well, at least he knows about you. “Your mom said you’d be coming in today! Said I had to have all kinds of good food for you guys. And told me not to show up if I didn’t have your favorite. Choco pies, right?”
“Oh.” You blink at him, surprised. “I do like them, yeah.” 
“Awesome. You guys have a lot of work to do.” Then he leans in to whisper, “No offense, without your mom…it’s a bit of a mess.” 
“Well, I guess we have to do a good job, right?” You smile for him. “When did you start teaching classes here? I didn’t realize my mom hired anyone else.”
He looks taken aback for a second, “What?” 
“Dance?” He snorts. “Only craft I’m into is food.”
Now it’s your turn to look taken aback, “But she said…wait…who are you?”
“Right.” He snorts again. “Always forgetting people need an introduction. I’m Jin! I met your mom years ago when I started working as a vendor for the festival. I have my own café though. But your mom has me catering sometimes before the festival to give the dancers some good food to regain some energy.” 
“Food…Jin?” You pull your brows together, clearly you were wrong. You quickly glance around the room again before eyes go back to Jin. “You’re…you’re not Taehyung?” 
“Taehyung?” Jin laughs loudly, “Of course not! Is that who you were looking for?”
“Well, yeah.” You nod awkwardly. “I thought you were him, sorry.” You offer a sheepish smile but Jin just waves you off.
“It’s okay. Your mom brags about you all the time so I know what you look like because she’s shown photos. But no, I’m not Taehyung. Didn’t you already meet him?” Jin looks behind you before raising his hand and pointing behind you. “Over there?”
You’re quick to turn around, eyes roaming around the room but you don’t see anyone that could possibly be Taehyung. “No?”
“Taehyung isn’t hard to miss, y/n.” Jin chuckles and he points again. You follow his fingers and it points to—no. 
“That’s….” You turn back to face Jin. Cheeks hot. “That’s Taehyung?”
“The one and only. You guys are working together, right?” 
“Uh…” You shake your head, still confused, “You’re saying that guy? Over there? Is Taehyung? The super mature, handsome dude? That’s supposed to be him?”
“I guess he is handsome.” Jin rolls his eyes. “Anyway, do you want me to introduce you guys? Properly?”
You’re rushing to shake your head, rejecting the offer. “No, no.” You wave your hands around, “That’s okay. I think I can manage.” 
“Alright, well, I’m going to start bringing some things over. Good luck on today’s practice.” 
“Thanks.” You murmur before spinning in your spot and eyeing the man you met earlier. So that’s Taehyung…not what you were expecting. But it’s okay. First impressions don’t have to mean everything. You’ll just properly introduce yourself and things should be fine. Does it sting that apparently you accidentally stepping on his foot means he’s cold with you right before talking to some girl and flirting with her? Maybe. Because it was an accident.
But it’s okay. You move your feet and head back over to where Taehyung stands, hands on that girl’s hips as she tries out some moves. She sucks. You aren’t sure if she genuinely sucks or she just wants Taehyung’s hands on her. Doesn’t look like he’s complaining though.
“Hi.” You stop in front of them and the feeling of being irked only intensifies. Taehyung stops what he’s doing to close his eyes and take a deep breath but then he opens his eyes again and continues what he was doing. He completely ignored you.
“Hi…” You try again. But nothing. You motion your hand in front of his face, “I said hi.”
“Yeah, I have ears and I use them.” He finally mutters before glancing at you. “Unlike you and your eyes.” 
“I said it was an accident.” You try to speak calmly. “Anyway—”
“—And then you’ll want to put your left leg…no your other left leg,” He chuckles, the girl giggling along as he ignores you again to continue his lesson. 
“Wow.” You murmur to yourself. Nodding your head as you try to not to scoff. This guy is going to really start pissing you off. “So anyway, I just came to introduce myself since we will be—”
“—You know, I don’t think I have ever met someone this dense.” Taehyung’s hands leave the girls hips, his voice directed towards her but you know he’s talking about you. “Can you believe it?”
The girl laughs awkwardly, her eyes going to you before she whispers, “Are…are you talking about…”
Finally Taehyung turns to face you fully, his expression looks bored as he eyes you over. “y/n. Yeah, hi. No need for introductions. I know exactly who you are.”
You look at him in disbelief. “You do?” You ask slowly. “Okay.”
Taehyung raises his wrist and looks at his watch, “Wow, an entire hour late. You’re really the pick of the patch, huh?” 
“I just flew in today.” You defend, voice still calm. “My mom didn’t tell me I was supposed to be here until—”
“We have three weeks to make this the best festival dance anyone’s ever seen. But you can’t even show up on time.” Taehyung scoffs, “At least tell me you remember basic steps?”
“Like the ones my mom did in the past?”
“Um, I think so. It’s been a while so—”
“Sure has, hasn’t it? When was the last time you came home?” He asks, an arrogant atmosphere clouding the area. “Or do you even know?”
“I’m sorry,” You try not to laugh, “Can’t help but sense some tension here.” 
“Oh, the spidey senses work unlike her eyes.” Taehyung tells the girl.
“I’m sorry, do you not like me for some reason?” You finally ask him right out. 
“Yeah, for some reason.” Taehyung dismisses you again, “Anyway, sorry Ida. I got to establish a routine with this one over here,” He motions towards you, “Work with Jimin when he gets here. He can help you.” 
“Oh, Jimin’s coming?” The girl—Ida—brightens before she’s walking to the other side of the room to join a few others. 
“Okay,” He takes another deep breath before facing you. “Show me what you remember.” 
“What?” You take a step back, feeling put on the spot. “I don’t know what I remember! Plus, isn’t it going to be different since we’re doing something…” you gesture between your bodies, “You know, together.”
“You should still know the basics, y/n.” Taehyung rubs his temples, “Don’t tell me you don’t even know that much? I can’t believe you’re Auntie’s daughter.” He looks genuinely disappointed. 
“Just…” Your cheeks feel warm, you try to remain calm but you’re feeling embarrassed. “Just show me, I’m sure I’ll get familiar pretty quickly.” 
Taehyung stares at you, his eyes boring into yours and you don’t let yourself feel intimidated. “Fine.” He finally says, “But if you don’t pick it up quickly, I’m just going to have Ida replace you.”
You scoff at this, “That girl didn’t even know which leg was her left leg.”
“And you don’t know how to use your eyes.” The corner of his lip lifts, “So are you really one to talk?” 
“Just teach me so we can get this over with.”
“Wow, look at you, saying things that I don’t disagree with.” Taehyung deadpans, “You have no idea how much I would also love to get this over with.” 
“How is it that you got the basic steps but you don’t know how to work with a freaking partner?” Taehyung groans while rubbing the top of his foot. “How many times are you going to step on me, y/n?”
“It isn’t my fault!” You whine, “We just aren’t in sync.”
“Because you don’t know how to follow my lead.”
“Maybe you aren’t a good leader.”
“Or maybe you don’t know how to listen.”
“You know what,” You plop your bottom on the ground, legs crossing in front of you. “Maybe we just need to take a break.” 
“A break?” Taehyung looks at you incredulously. “We have three-“
“—Yes, three weeks to perfect this dance between us. Yeah, you’ve told me like seven times now.”
“Do I need to say it an eighth for you to get it?” He sits next to you before he’s leaning back, spreading his legs and looking up at the ceiling. “This is a really important year, you know?”
“Because it’s your debut?” You joke. “Now that my mom isn’t the main one?”
“Your mom…” Taehyung sighs out, “Has made the festival special for years…people are going to really feel her absence this year and we have to be good enough as the replacements.” 
Well, someone’s a perfectionist, you think.
“And,” He continues, “She’s going to be a part of that crowd that watches and don’t you want to make her happy? Proud?”
You look down at Taehyung, he’s lying on the dance floor, arms resting behind his head. “Of course I want my mom to feel happy.”
“Then let’s do a good job.” He says. His eyes still on the ceiling and he speaks much more softly. “We can do that much for her.” 
“Okay…” you mumble. “But I think we’ve been at this forever. A break really could be a good thing.” 
Taehyung sits up, his head nodding. “Okay. Let’s head to the botanical garden, where the festival is taking place. Some of the other dancers are there, the group dancers are already practicing on that stage.” 
“Oh. It’s been a while.” You say, beginning to stand when you hear Taehyung chuckle humorlessly.
“Yeah, it has.” 
You glance at him but ignore his snide comment. “Anyway, there’s already festivities at the gardens, right? Like the hay ride and corn maze and whatever.”
Taehyung stands now too, “Don’t forget the most popular thing there.” He laughs a little, “The pumpkin patch. I was thinking of buying a couple to carve.”
“Not a fan.” You say nonchalantly, walking towards the mirrored wall where your bag is lying on the floor.
“Of what?”
“The pumpkin patch.” You shrug. “Pumpkins gross me out.”
“What?” Taehyung narrows his eyes at you, “You can’t be serious. It’s…pumpkins. It’s literally the thing everyone loves most? You can carve them? Paint them? Aren’t you an artist??” 
“Give me a blank canvas, please. Not a gross little pumpkin.”
“Are you really Auntie’s daughter?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, “Your mom loves the pumpkins! I swear she has like 10 outside her house right now.” 
“…How close are you with my mom anyway?” You ask him but he just blinks at you for a few moments before his gaze hardens again and he scoffs.
“A lot closer than you.” He turns to start leaving, “Let’s go.”
It’s around 8pm when you finally make it back to your house. You’re parked in the driveway, looking around to see a lot of different cars parked around. You don’t remember this street being that busy. You brush it off and open the trunk to pull a few bags of groceries. 
Hands full, because you’ll be damned if you made two trips and struggling to get the front door open. Finally, after a what felt like an eternity of struggling, you manage to get through the door. You announce your arrival in a sing song voice but you stop in your tracks when you see your mom and four other ladies plus one man seated in the living area to the left. “Oh.” You blurt before one of the bags falls to the ground.
“y/n!” Your mom stands with a huge smile, “You’re home already? We just got some coffee started…” She looks around, “My book club.” She finally explains. “We meet pretty often…I hope you don’t mind.”
“We get a little rowdy.” A woman with short silver hair raises a fist up, “We can’t help it.”
“Not rowdy, Soonja. Passionate.” Another lady speaks up. “You’ll scare away a potential new member when you use words like that.”
“So you want me to lie, Eunja?” The first woman, Soonja, asks with a smirk on her lips. “You told me to stop doing that!” 
“I meant when it came to if you actually read the chapter in the book!” Eunja exclaims, “And of course when someone asks how old you are.”
“I’m a woman. I’m supposed to lie about my age once my hair turns gray.” She waves her off, “Plus you’re the real liar. You dye your hair black.”
“I do not!” Eunja looks offended, “It’s natural.”
“You’re y/n?” Another lady with long hair stands from one of the sofas, “Ignore them.” She smiles. “They only know how entertain us. I’m Jiwon.” 
“Oh.” You quickly give her a nod and smile. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 
“You didn’t interrupt.” The man says, “The book was getting boring anyway.”
“I beg to differ!” Another woman speaks up. “You just don’t have the emotional intelligence to understand the depth of this particular chapter.”
“And you do?” He raises a brow at her.
“I can’t believe they’re married.” Soonja scoffs. “Anyway, y/n. Your mom says you’re in town for a little while?”
“Uh, yeah.” Your arms hurt from the groceries you’re carrying. “Probably longer than my mom knows about.” You laugh and you catch your mom’s gaze when she looks confused before she’s smiling gently towards you. 
“You want to stay longer?” she asks.
“We can talk about it later.” You shake your head, still smiling. “Anyway, I should put these away! I’ll leave you all to it.”
“Sounds good!” Your mom calls out as you start making your way to the kitchen. 
It’s after 9pm now. You’re sitting at the humble breakfast table in the kitchen, fingers busy on your laptop as you search up some things. It’s hard to concentrate with the constant banter and laughter happening on the other side of the house. Soonja wasn’t kidding, they are rowdy. You’re starting to wonder if the coffee they’re drinking is spiked. But it sounds like they’re all having fun, including your mom. You’re glad she hasn’t been lonely.
That was the main thing holding you back from moving far away to pursue your art career. You didn’t want to leave your mom but your mom is the one who urged you to leave. She cheered you on and supported you in ways you’re always going to be grateful for. But seeing how busy she is, gives you comfort that she’s been okay all this time. 
“Wow,” Your mom walks into the kitchen after finally seeing her last guest out. “You know our book club is supposed to end at 8:30?! But I swear everyone loses their ability to read time once we’re together.” She laughs as she takes a seat next to you at the table.
You look at her with soft eyes, “I think I heard you guys talk about the book maybe twice.”
“Hey,” Your mom shushes you, “Don’t you know the book is only half the fun?”
“Half? That’s a little generous, don’t you think?” You tease your mom and she just laughs it off.
“They’re a fun group, huh?”
“Seems like it.” You agree with her, “When did this start?”
“Hmm maybe what? Four years ago?” She wonders and you feel your guilt deepen. Damn, how long has it been since you’ve returned here? You didn’t even know about this book club.
“Oh. Nice.” You murmur. “Oh yeah. I kind of, uh…well, I was thinking of staying for a while.”
Your moms face brightens, “How long is a while?”
“Maybe just 6 months or so. I think some time home could be good.” You admit to her and she softens.
“Of course. Whatever is going to make you happy, y/n. I know the house is a little cramped but we can make it work!”
“Actually, about that.” You eye her carefully. “I was thinking of getting my own place? Nearby, of course. But—”
“Of course!” Your mom cuts in, excited. “Your own space and privacy is very important. I know a few places around that offer short leases. I know you said money was tight so I will help in all the ways.” She grins at you. “In fact, I know a perfect place!”
“You do?” You widen your eyes, “For real?”
“Yes!” She reaches across the table for a sticky note and a pen and starts scribbling. “I know the landlord here so maybe he can offer something more affordable. And we can get some help to move your bedroom furniture and I have other furniture in storage from years ago!” She looks up at you, “You’ll have your own place in no time.”
“Oh, okay.” You blink at her, “This was easier than I thought.”
“Nothing should be hard, my love.” Your mom grabs your hand, “Mom will always help.” 
You pout at her for a second, lips jutted out cutely and she just squeezes your hand. “Mom.” You playfully whine, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, y/n. But knowing you’ve been living for you…nothing makes me happier.” 
“I don’t know how true that is.” You laugh a little, “It’s not exactly going great.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Nothing I make is…good.”
“I’m sure that’s not true…”
“It is.” You chuckle, “I make something I think might be good but in the end I’m told that it’s not. At least I’m still selling some stuff. Someone out there must have bad taste.” You shake your head, still laughing. 
“I beg to differ. Your art is gorgeous.”
“You’re my mom.” You deadpan, then you sigh out heavily. “I just don’t think I’m in the mindset…a break is probably good, right?”
“Yeah.” She squeezes your hand again, “A change in scenery too. Maybe you’ll get inspired again. Sometimes you need changes to keep you going and to keep things evolving. When you stay in the same place for so long it can get stagnant, huh?”
“Yeah, maybe that’s it.” You shrug. “Anyway, I’ll go check out this complex tomorrow after rehearsal.” You take the sticky note.
Your mom’s eyes expand before she’s pinching your arm, “Speaking of! How did it go? You met with Taehyung, right? Such a good guy, isn’t he?”
“Uh.” You glance around, lip stuck between your teeth as you try to answer this without crushing your mother’s dreams. “He’s…something.”
“He really is something isn’t he?” She pats your shoulder now, “Be good to him, okay?”
Ha, bright and early…okay, 11am…but its two hours before the rehearsal meeting time and you cannot wait to see Taehyung walk in and see the inevitable look of shock on his face when he sees you. You’ve decided to come early so you can practice alone, you know, get a head start and also show how serious you are about this festival dance. He isn’t the only one who wants to make your mom smile because you guys are doing her role justice. 
You’ve already stretched and done a few warm up dances and it feels good, honestly. Empty practice room and a set goal in mind. Prove to Taehyung you’re not some lazy, incompetent daughter who doesn’t deserve to fill this role for your mom. Believe it or not, you actually used to be pretty skilled with dancing. Makes sense, you were a part of your mothers dance classes since you could walk. But sometime in middle school you stopped attending because your mom enrolled you in your true passion—art classes. 
It's almost 12 when you hear the footsteps of someone coming through. You turn your head to the side while doing some forward folding exercises when you see Taehyung making his way into the room. You sit up straight, a smirk so close to forming, waiting for him to express his genuine shock that you’re here and all the praises that come with it. But he only pauses for a moment, empty eyes on you before looking away and walking towards the mirrored wall to set his bag down. 
Nothing. No reaction. No readable expression. Literally nothing. You’re trying not to slump your shoulders but it’s hard not to hide your disappointment and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve always been a people pleaser. “Hey.” You mutter quietly, body folding forward again as you cup your toes in your hands. “You’re here early.”
“I like to come before everyone else to be alone.” He tells you while pulling a bottle of water from his bag. “But I guess that’s not happening.” 
You decide to stand and walk towards him, hands on your hip as you sigh out in defeat, “Look,” You try to look at his eyes but he will barely look at you. “My mom thinks we’re naturally going to, and I quote, ‘hit it off’ and we clearly aren’t. But for her sake I am trying to get along with you despite the fact you’re being,” You gesture towards him knowingly. “And she’s coming to the studio today to check things out so it would be great if you could act like you don’t hate me while she’s here.”
Taehyung stares at himself in the mirror, his own look of defeat gracing his features before he releases a long breath and turning to face you. “I don’t think I hate you.” He tells you quietly, a small shrug before he continues. “At least you’re here so it’s something. But getting along is an entirely different thing. But yeah, for your mom, I’ll be not so…” He gestures towards himself the same way you did to him just a second ago. “Cool?” He gives you a slightly annoyed look before brushing past you. “Let’s start practicing our dance. And if you step on my toes—”
“—I won’t! Seriously. But at least learn to treat what we’re doing as teamwork.”
“Teamwork?” He whips his head in your direction with a raised brow. “I lead. You follow.”
“That’s still teamwork, dumbass.” 
“Oh? Are we name calling now?” He asks you, his expression is still hardened and barely readable but the sound of his voice almost sounds amused. “What should I call you then? Something you’d really hate, right?”
“Say anything disrespectful like bitch and I’ll kick you—”
“Pumpkin.” He says the word slowly. “It works doesn’t it?”
“That’s…” Your expression tells all. A serious look of disturbance. “That’s somehow actually worse.”
“Perfect.” He grins at you. Yes, his lips have managed to lift up in your presence. But it’s menacing. “Then let’s start practicing now. Pumpkin.” 
You shudder at the hideous name, “You’re just not a good person, are you?”
“Do I need to be?” He asks before he’s stretching. “Also,” he lifts his head to gaze at you with curious eyes. “What did your mom mean by ‘hit it off’?” 
You feel heat creep up your body. Embarrassment. “Uh, like get along, I guess.” 
“Interesting.” He murmurs. “Different from what she usually says.”
“And what does she usually say?”
“That we should—”
“—Guess who comes bearing gifts!” Jin suddenly walks through with a few brown paper bags. “I made an assortment of fruit tarts for you guys today. Dropping them off a little early since it’s Saturday and the café gets busy. Going to put them in the fridge in the back!” He sings out, walking past you two. 
“I didn’t even hear him come in?” You wonder out loud.
“He’s sneaky like that.” Taehyung chuckles, “Anyway, you all warmed up? Ready to start?”
“Fine,” Taehyung sits down out of breath, “I’ll admit it, okay? Is that what you want?”
You stand in front of him, smirk on your lips with a look of pride. “Yes.”
“Fine. You improved. You’re a fast learner. You’re the best, jeez, what else do you want from me? Didn’t I say I lead and you follow?” He wipes some sweat from his hairline. “I felt like your little mistress, helpless in your arms while you spun me around.”
“That’s,” You start laughing, “That’s oddly specific.”
“Because it was a specific feeling. And god, it was odd.” He pretends to get the chills. “Anyway, your mom is going to be pleased with this progress. When did she say she was going to swing by?”
“I think around 4?” You glance around the busy room of others trying to rehearse their parts as well. “Not sure the time though.”
Taehyung looks at his watch, “It’s almost 4.” He lets you know, “We can take a break for a minute. Jin’s fruit tarts?” He nods towards the back. “They’re delicious.”
“Oh,” You’re surprised. Like he wants to eat them together? “Sure.” 
You both head towards a back room that has a few tables and the fridge. Taehyung pulls out two of the fruit tarts and hands you one. “The cream he uses is just…” He rolls his eyes in satisfaction. “Try it.”
You take a bite of it and moan into the treat. 
Taehyung’s eyebrows rise towards his hairline, trying his best not to laugh. “I mean, I knew they were good. But damn, that good?”
“Hi!” You hear the voice of your mom suddenly, you spin in your spot to see her coming inside the room. “I was told you two were back here! Enjoying a snack?”
“Auntie!” Taehyung lights up like he’s 8 years old and it’s time to open presents at his super hero themed birthday party. He goes up to your mom and hugs her, rocking her around while she pats his back.
“Hi Taehyung.” She steps back from him, “Are you eating well?”
“Yeah, I still have some side dishes you made stored away in my fridge.”
“Oh good!” She clasps her hands together. “Anyway,” She glances at the both of you, “It feels great to see you both in the same room!” 
“Mom…” You look at her unenthused.
“What?” She blinks at you innocently. “I know Taehyung agrees.” She winks at him but he starts to look how you’re feeling.
“Auntie…” Now he’s quietly groaning in his spot, also silently scolding her. “Have you been resting well?��
“Oh, you worry too much.” She’s shaking her head and waving him off. “But listen, I was thinking…”
“Thinking about what?” You take another bite of the fruit tart.
“If you wanted to make some money since you’re going to find a place…” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Why don’t you teach some classes here? You and Taehyung can split the days and lessons. He’s swamped since I’m not as involved.”
“Auntie, it’s okay.” He tells her quickly. “I’m handling it.”
“I know you are.” She assures him with a smile. “But you’re over worked. And y/n knows enough to teach some lower level classes while you handle the more challenging ones?” 
“Well…” He bites his lips, recalling how good you were just 10 minutes ago. “Yeah, she probably could…I mean, if she wanted.”
“You’re not involved anymore?” You lower the fruit tart from your mouth. “Like at all?”
“No, I am. But I’m just so tired these days.” She continues to smile, “It’s hard to keep up with lessons when kids are running around me and I got to chase after them.” She laughs now. “But Taehyung is just great with them.”
Taehyung shrugs at this while giving your mom a sheepish smile. “It’s nothing really.”
“Oh.” Your eyebrows slightly furrow. “Sorry you aren’t as involved mom…I know this place is everything to you.”
Your mom softens at your words before she steps closer and cups your cheek, “No, not everything.” 
“Well,” You glance between her and Taehyung before nodding. “I can help out, sure, that’s a good idea. You won’t mind…right, Taehyung?”
“I thought my name was dumbass?” He tries to keep a straight face when you widen your eyes at him. “But sure. It sounds great. Pumpkin.”
It’s a small apartment complex. But Mr. Jung has shown you one of his available units and it’s exactly what you’re needing. Something simple and cozy. You look down at your list of requirements and see that you’ve checked off every single thing on the list.
“I like it.” You tell Mr. Jung. “When is the soonest I could move in…?”
“Well,” He closes the apartment door behind him as you two stand outside. “It might take a few days for everything to be approved but perhaps Thursday or Friday.”
“Oh!” You feel excitement rush through you. “That’s so soon.” 
“You are applying for a 6 month lease, correct?”
“Yes. I’m only in town temporarily.”
“That’s great. I’ve been looking for someone to fill this unit. Last tenant moved out almost 4 months ago!”
“I guess it was just meant to be then.” You smile. “Thanks for making time to show me around today.”
“Of course.” He smiles back at you. “When your mom called, I just couldn’t say no to an old friend.” 
And that’s how you got your temporary cozy apartment. Mr. Jung called you on Tuesday letting you know you’ve been approved and could move in on Thursday. And Thursday came fast. Jin and two of his friends helped you move furniture and helped you get settled into your new place. Taehyung couldn’t help since he was giving lessons at the studio all day. Not that he was wanting to help you. But you can tell he would give your mom a hand whenever she would ask.
Every time you think Taehyung could be warming up to you, you are just proven how wrong that assumption is. He’s given you nothing. Just talks about your dance routine, fake kindness when your mom is around and the annoying use of the word pumpkin. Other than that he ignores you.
It’s now Wednesday and approximately a week and a half until the festival. Exactly ten days and you’re wondering if you and Taehyung are ever going to master being in sync. You’re both decently skilled—him more than you—but you can’t seem to dance together. It’s probably the lack of proper communication…it’s mostly just annoyed looks and snarky comments. Or straight up complaining. 
You’ve taught a few classes today and your mom was right…chasing after a bunch of 6 year old’s is exhausting. But Taehyung asked if you guys could have a late rehearsal since he’s also teaching classes today. Neither of you had a chance to rehearse yesterday and you cannot fall behind. 
It’s almost 9 at night when Taehyung drags his feet into the empty practice room. He looks tired and you get it. You’re also tired. “Do you think we could get through the routine a few times without fucking up?” He chuckles quietly to himself. “Because I highly doubt it.”
“Well, if you’d actually listen to me and get in sync with me then maybe we could.” You retort quickly, not loving his attitude already.
“So it’s my fault I can’t get along with you?” He exhales tiredly, “Think you managed that on your own.”
You can’t help the scoff that leaves you, “Wow, Taehyung. Thought we were talking about dancing.”
“I’m tired of this.” You shake your head, words leaving you quietly in a mumble. “Why are you in such a bad mood?”
“I’ve had a long day.” He tells you. “Classes, errands, making sure things at the gardens is being properly set up—I’m everywhere all at once. Between the studio, the pharmacy—I just need to relax but instead I’m here with you and in a cycle of sucking at this routine. Because you can’t let me fucking lead. It’s not that hard. The entire beginning of our dance we’re not even touching, just have to be synchronized.” 
“And when we do have to touch you don’t even commit.” You say with a straight face. “I don’t know what I’ve done—”
“—You’ve done nothing.” He narrows his eyes at you. “And don’t you think that’s the issue?”
“What?” You look at him incredulously. “I seriously don’t fucking understand you. But look, we both want to do a good job, right?”
“Obviously.” He grunts, annoyed that this conversation is still going.
“Then get over your stupid disdain for me and dance with me.” 
Taehyung is quiet. He’s got a frown pulling down his lips, lips that won’t part to speak. His jaw clenches before he nods at you. Silent dancing, it is.
It’s the next day and you’re feeling happy that your last class ended at 3pm today. You know Taehyung has his last one until 4 so you’re sure he’s relieved about that as well. This dance has the both of you stressed out. After running a few errands around town, you finally make it back home to your apartment complex. 
You curse to yourself though…your frustration building as you stand outside your front door. The key code isn’t working again. You keep entering the code but nope, nothing. 
“You have to press the check mark.” A voice suddenly has you jumping in your spot. You’re quick to turn around, eyes going wide as Taehyung looks down at the number pad. “You didn’t press it. Are you seriously only remembering sometimes?”
“You freaking scared me!” You whisper shout at him. “What—what are you doing here?”
He glances around before answering you, “Uh, helping you?”
“No,” You shake your head, “I mean…like, what are you doing here? At my apartment?”
“You think you’re the only one who lives here?” 
He looks the left and then points, “My apartment is like 3 doors down.” He tells you all nonchalant. 
“Your what…” Then realization hits you. “Mom.”
“I saw you struggling for like a solid 5 minutes.” His lips start to lift into a sly smile. “I was wondering how long you’d keep going but it was a bit sad.”
“You watched me struggle for 5 minutes and didn’t come help me?”
“Well, I’m here now.” He shrugs.
“After 5 minutes?”
“Should I have waited until after 10?”
“You. Are. The. Worst.” 
“It’s fine if it’s you who thinks that.” He shrugs again, “Anyway, the check mark. Not that hard Einstein.”
“Not that hard Einstein.” You mock him. 
Taehyung rolls his eyes and gives you a tiny salute before he is about to turn away from you to head to his apartment but stops. He looks down at his front pocket, patting his jeans until he is pulling his phone out and you watch as his expression grows serious.
“Hello?” He answers the phone quickly. “Yes this is he.” And then his face starts paling and he finds your eyes. “Got it. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” You stare at him in confusion when he grabs your wrist and starts pulling you. “We have to go.” 
You want to pull back from him and simply ask what’s going on but the look of sheer panic on his face is enough to make you lose words. He tightens his grip around your wrist and walks quickly and you’re struggling to keep up with him. “Slow down.” You whine a bit, “Where are we going?”
“That was the hospital.” He says in a rush. “Put your seatbelt on.” He says the moment you two make it to his car. 
“The hospital?” You ask cluelessly as you open the passenger car door and slip inside. “Why? Is everything okay?”
Taehyung plops down into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “It was the hospital. What do you think?” He asks you curtly, “Seatbelt. Now.” He looks at you before he’s reversing from his parking spot.
“I’m confused. Is everything okay? Why did the hospital call you?”
Taehyung is breathing more heavily now, the situation stressing him out but he still finds the time to snap his head in your direction and look at you with disbelief. “Your mom.” He clarifies, hoping that is enough for you to understand.
“My…my mom?” Now you feel some of his panic start to seep into your own body. “Is she okay? Did something happen?”
“She collapsed.” He tells you, eyes on the road. 
“Collapsed? Why would she collapse? Did she trip on something?” You start feeling anxious, “Was she in some kind of accident?”
Taehyung’s brows pinch together, his own confusion growing as he sees how you’re panicking, you keep voicing your thoughts out loud as you wonder why.
“Wait,” You shake your head, pausing all the possibilities of what could have happened. “Why did they call you?”
“I’m her contact.” He tries to remain calm, “They always call me.”
Taehyung’s expression grows more confused until he isn’t confused anymore. He thinks he finally gets it. He thinks he’s finally understanding. He’s quiet.
“Always?” You repeat. “What does that mean?”
He keeps driving. Eyes on the road but suddenly he’s experiencing his heart sinking for what feels like the millionth time in his life. He pulls into the hospital and parks his car. He unbuckles the seatbelt and slowly turns in your direction. You look lost. And he thinks it’s because you are.
“y/n…” He says your name carefully. “Fuck…” He sighs out, “Do you not…”
“What?” You’re losing patience as you’re thinking of all the worst possibilities. “What’s happening? Is my mom okay? Did they say she was okay? Was it an accident?”
Taehyung gazes at you, eyes beginning to fill with pity. And then he’s dragging a hand down his face before he tries to speak again. “y/n…your mom…shit, okay. Listen, it’s…”
“Can you actually talk?” You snap at him. “You aren’t saying anything.”
“Your mom is sick.” He blurts it out quickly. And when you stare at him with a blank expression he softens in his spot. “…didn’t you know?”
“Know what?” You murmur.
“She’s…your mom is really sick. She has been for…since before I graduated, I think? She didn’t tell me until a couple years after.” He admits to you. “But…did you not know?”
“I…” You keep staring at him, not entirely sure you understand. “I don’t really know what you’re saying.” 
“Shit,” He closes his eyes, “Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry…” He lifts his hands to his face and rubs it over and over. “Fuck, I really didn’t know you didn’t…”
“Taehyung.” You say his name but your voice cracks. “I don’t really…” You’re in shock. You aren’t sure you’re processing what he’s saying. “What does sick mean…?”
“She…she has ALS.” He says softly, “They aren’t expec—”
“—What is that?” You continue to panic, “I don’t know what that is.” 
Taehyung feels his eyes sting, his heart breaking more. You really didn’t know. He tries to swallow before he answers, “It’s uh, It’s called Lou Gehrig’s Disease…it’s rare. Um, it’s like a nervous system disease and,” He pauses, trying to collect himself. “Fuck it’s uh, it like weakens the muscles so it’—it can be tough for her.”
“…Okay? So what does she need? Physical therapy?” You ask him, your eyes searching his and he wants to tell you that yes, she just needs physical therapy. But that’s not how this works.
“It’s…it’s not that simple…it can’t be cured.” He tells you regretfully, “I know since you’ve been here she’s been seeming okay. But it typically isn’t like this. There’s more bad days than good.”
“What?” You blink your eyes repeatedly, layer of tears forming.
“Sometimes she can’t even eat properly…it’s…it’s gotten worse this year. The doctors don’t think she will…”
“Will what?” You ask, your defenses rising.
“She doesn’t have a lot of time, y/n.” He tells you quietly, softly, regret in his voice and you don’t think you heard him properly. But you did. And that’s why you’re finally letting tears begin to drip from your eyes. “Hey,” He hesitates but his fingers brush against your cheek, “I know this isn’t easy. But your mom has been so strong and she’s just tired now, y/n…they didn’t even think she was going to live past 5 years—“
“—Stop” You cut him off, tears still spilling from your eyes but you can’t even blink now. “Just stop…she’s sick? She didn’t tell me?” You look into his eyes and he can see your anger. “She told you but not me?”
“I know,” He doesn’t move his fingers from your face. “I know. But…she probably just didn’t want to worry you or something, I don’t know. But she has her reasons, don’t you think? You are your mom’s world.” He whispers. “And right now she just needs you next to her.”
You finally slam your eyes shut, more tears streaming but you try to hold it together. “She’s here?” You choke out. “Can we see her?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung finally lets his hand drop. “Come on.” 
You want to be angry because you are angry…technically. But more than anything you’re shocked and just completely sad. Taehyung walks close to you, his arm brushing against yours and he keeps glancing at your every 5 seconds. He’s worried and you almost want to laugh because you never thought that there would be a day that he would be worried about you.
He stops suddenly, his hand reaching for your wrist to stop you from walking as well. “This room.” He tells you softly, “It’s here.”
“Oh.” You look at the closed door.
“You want to go in alone?”
“No.” You shake your head slowly, “Be with me.”
“Okay.” He nods, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist when he guides you more towards the door. He uses his other hand to knock at the door before cracking it open. After a moment he opens it all the way. His eyes grow tender when he spots your mom. “Hi Auntie.” 
You just watch him. He looks experienced. Like looking at your mom who lays in a hospital bed isn’t something new and the thought makes you feel crushed. You finally gather your own courage and step through the room and look at her for yourself. 
Your mom is sat up in bed and you want to sob. Because she looks the same. A gentle smile on her face and eyes that shine with so much love. “Hi, my love.” She calls out for you. “Come here.”
Taehyung lets go of your wrist and your feet stumble forward. You don’t think you see even an ounce of regret on her features. She just looks genuinely happy to see you and you can’t tell how you feel about it.
“You okay?” She asks you, her head titled up. “I know this might be a little surprising.”
You actually scoff. “A little?” You repeat her choice of words before scrunching your brows together and you know she can see the look of betrayal on your face.
“It’s okay if you’re mad.” She tells you, tone nice and soothing. “I’m fine with the decisions I’ve made.”
“How…” You pause to take a deep breath. “How could you say that?”
“I want you to live your life, y/n.” She tells you like it’s simple. “I wanted you to live your dream but if you knew…” She closes her eyes for a moment, her own emotions visiting. “I didn’t want to be a reason for you to hold yourself back.” She tells you. 
Taehyung watches as you stare down at your mom and he’s understanding so much now. He feels guilty. Beyond guilty. He’s treated you like such an asshole. But he thought you knew about your mom’s condition and still chose to be so far away. He had no idea you were clueless. It hurts to watch your mom having to had suffer for so long already but now he sees how you’re suffering too. 
“So we are going to keep her a few days.” The doctor neither you nor Taehyung noticed speaks up. “You know the drill already Mr. Kim…we need to monitor just for a bit.”
Taehyung glances at the doctor before nodding. “Okay. I can go grab a bag for her.” He says, “I shouldn’t be gone too long.”
“No,” You turn to look at Taehyung, your eyes shining at him with unfallen tears. “I’ll go. I just need to make a bag for her, right? Some of her things?”
“Oh.” Taehyung’s eyes go to your mom and she just nods. “Okay…are you sure? I can go, y/n.”
“I want to go…I need to just…process.” You admit to him as you walk closer to him, “Alone.”
You’re standing in front of your childhood home again but the mix of emotions you’re feeling are nothing like the ones from the other week. You almost don’t even want to walk in but well, you have to.
As soon as you step into the house, instead of the scent of cookies, you get hit hard with the scent of your mother. You walk further into the home and it’s like she is everywhere. You’re suddenly hyperaware of how this house is not just a house but your mom’s home. 
You walk down the hall and stop outside your mom’s bedroom door. You don’t think you’ve been in here for years but you’re sure you’ll manage finding her belongings. You creak the door open and your eyes go wide when you enter the room. You look around, from her comforter to her nightstand to the art on her walls. And your face twists into one of devastation. Mouth hanging open as the tears truly break. Your art. Your paintings. They hang on her walls.
And this is the reality. Paintings that you knew weren’t good enough. But bought by an anonymous buyer…here they are, proudly decorating her room. And this reality crashes into you. Feeling every ounce of every moment you have spent away from her. From your home.
You stumble towards her bed, body falling to the mattress and you bury your face into the blanket. Tears soaking the material as you sob. You cry until you can’t cry anymore.
The house feels lonely since your mom is still at the hospital. It’s Saturday now and you know you have to get up from this bed and drag your sad ass to the studio to rehearse with Taehyung. But getting up sounds like a lot of work. You wish you could quit the entire festival but you realize now why Taehyung has made such a big deal out of it. He isn’t being a perfectionist because it’s his debut. He just wants to give your mom the best festival because it will probably be her last.
That last thought makes you heart sink but this is the reality and you aren’t sure you want to spend your time sulking and wasting precious time on things you cannot control. Instead, you finally throw the blanket off you and get ready. Because your mom deserves the best festival of her life. 
You’re sure the studio is busy as usual, you’re a bit late but Taehyung didn’t try to reach out to you so maybe he’s distracted enough with a pretty girl who doesn’t know left from right. But you’re wrong. As soon as you walk into the building, you see Taehyung sitting at the front desk before he lifts his head and wide eyes land on you.
“You came?” The two words tumble out quickly. He stands from the chair and walks around the desk to get closer to you. “I…” His eyes slide to the side, “I wasn’t sure you were going to be up to rehearsing today.”
“You’d chew me out if I didn’t show up.” You shrug at him, eyes still swollen. “Don’t need to add to the list of things you don’t approve of me.”
Taehyung sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as an inevitable look of guilt falls over his face. “I don’t…” He pauses, eyes studying you and he realizes he’s probably lost any chance of redeeming himself. You don’t like him and it serves him right. 
“We can take it easy today if you—”
“—that’s the last thing I want.” You show him a joyless smile. “I’d rather work extra hard. I don’t know,” you give a huge, exaggerated shrug. “Maybe work so hard I pass out and actually get a little sleep.” 
“No passing out.” Taehyung lifts his lips a little, “But you know, if you’re having trouble sleeping maybe I could he—”
He stops when he sees how you raise a defensive brow, “How could you possibly help? Look, no need to suddenly be nice to me because my mom’s dying.”
“y/n… I wasn’t—”
“—Actually, you knew about that already so why are you suddenly being nice to me?” You narrow your eyes for a moment but he’s lost for words, not entirely sure what to say and then you connect the dots. “Right.” You click your tongue. “You thought I knew about her being sick, right? You thought I was just some selfish daughter who didn’t care about my mom’s health and left her to live my life!” 
“—Like, wow. You didn’t even give me a chance. You just automatically assumed I was some selfish, heartless person. You wanted me to be like that in your eyes?” You continue to glare at him but he immediately parts his lips in panic.
“No! Trust me, no.” He shakes his head as he gazes at you. “Trust me, the last thing I wanted was to think that way of you.” Then he lightly scoffs to himself, “I didn’t want to disappointment my 12 year old self like that.” 
You pull your brows together, “You didn’t want to…what?” and then you shake your head, feeling tired all over again. “Anyway, let’s just practice. I also…” You finally find his eyes again before expressing your mental defeat. “I also want to do well.”
Monday and you’re panicking because the day of the festival dance is only 5 days away. You don’t think you and Taehyung have improved your synchronization. When you guys do moves that require him to have his hands on you, he’s always hesitant and it looks painfully awkward.
“Have you never touched a girl before?” You finally huff out, getting frustrated over another failed attempt at the routine. “This isn’t middle school.”
“I just…” He groans, feeling just as frustrated as you. “It’s kind of hard.”
“Yeah, a woman’s waist is really the most difficult thing.” You roll your eyes before jogging towards the mirror to grab your bottle of water. 
“We haven’t as much as high fived before, y/n.” Taehyung deadpans. “How am I supposed to feel comfortable touching your body? When I don’t know what’s comfortable for you either?”
“Are you really overthinking this much?” You look at him incredulously before bringing the bottle to your lips and chugging the water back and then you pause and pull the bottle away from your mouth. “You had zero issue grabbing onto Ida’s hips when you helped her.”
“Ida is into me. She wants me to touch her like that.” He shrugs, “You on the other hand, I’m afraid I’ll…” Taehyung’s eyes go all around the practice room, cheeks heating up. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 
“You’re that worried about it?” You set the bottle down. “Fine. Okay.” You nod, look of determination on your face. “Let’s fix that then. If we don’t this is going to look awkward as hell.”
“Fix it how?” Taehyung looks at you, confused.
“Let’s get comfortable with one another. We could do some exercises to help.” 
He raises his brows, mouth opening to speak but he closes it again.
“What?” You walk back to the middle of the practice room, standing in front of him, “Don’t tell me you can’t even do that?”
“I don’t even know what that is? Like, what do you mean?” He finally asks.
“Oh.” You realize you don’t necessarily know either, you were just going to wing it. You glance around the room until your eyes land on your hand. You lift it to your face and inspect it before you nod. “This.” You say before showing him your palm, urging him to hit it with his own. “You said we hadn’t as much as high-fived before.” You finally smile. “We could start there.”
He stares at you before he’s snorting. “Seriously?”
“What?” You smirk at him, “Should I have asked you to just hold on to my waist until it finally feels comfortable for us?”
And for the first time ever you think you see Taehyung blush. “You’re something…” He looks off to the side, “But honestly,” His eyes go back to you. “I think we could start with talking.”
“Talking?” You lower your hand. “About?”
“I want to apologize.” He tells you sincerely. “I know even if I try to explain my thought process it doesn’t excuse how cold I was with you.”
“Not really.” You whisper. “I guess I just don’t like how you assumed I was so heart—“
“—I didn’t want to think that, I promise. But after a while, I kept battling my thoughts. How could you not have known? That’s what I kept asking myself. Why would Auntie just not tell you? That didn’t ever cross my mind so eventually I thought…yeah, obviously y/n knows but she doesn’t care. I wasn’t just dismissing you. I was mad at you.” He takes a breath, “Because I didn’t want my opinion of you to be true.” 
Taehyung takes a step closer to you before adding, “But I was shocked you showed up for the festival this year. Your mom told me she asked you to come and I didn’t think you would…but you did. And I wanted to just be angry but I hated it that you actually showed up because I was like, maybe I was wrong and she does care…that sounds stupid, I know you care but I just thought you…I don’t know.” His voice gets quieter. “I was wrong. But I don’t know if I’m happy that I was wrong. Because it means that you didn’t know about your mom’s health and that also feels fucking sucky. I’m sorry you didn’t know, y/n.” 
For the first time you see the Taehyung your mom has been raving about. The guy that is just so good. You think you can believe it. You think this might the real him and you want to understand his perspective. To be fair, if you thought that of someone you would probably be a dick to them too. 
He studies your reaction and when he sees even a hint of understanding in your eyes, he sighs in relief. “Anyway,” He reaches for your hand and high fives himself with it. “What’s after a high five?”
Thursday. Two days until the festival dance. Today’s rehearsal went better. Might have been your best one yet…you and Taehyung are communicating better and although he’s still a little stiff with touching you at least he’s actually touching you. Before he would barely put any pressure and it sometimes felt like his hands were just hovering. It still isn’t perfect yet though.
“Hi.” Your mom comes into the kitchen, her eyes soften when she sees how you lift your head from your laptop with a tired expression. She came home from the hospital yesterday and it’s hard to stay mad at her when she looks at you with so much love.
“Hi.” You respond, it came out quiet but she heard you and smiles.
“How’s rehearsals going?” She takes a seat, hand going to yours and you see how her fingers slightly shake as she squeezes your hand. How did you not notice?
“Better.” You look away from your hands, “Taehyung and I are trying our best but we could do better.”
“Better?” Your mom tilts her head, “You don’t feel good enough?”
“Not really.” You smile. “We want it to be perfect. We have to do your role justice.”
Your mom’s eyes widen before she’s chuckling, “People are going to love it!”
“We want you to love it.” You admit softly. “I think that’s what matt—”
“—Me?” Your mom points to herself. “You two could get on that stage and just stand there and I think I would fall in love at the sight.” She tells you, “What I want to come out of this isn’t for you two to perfect a dance routine. I just wanted you guys to get along.” 
You snort, “Get along?”
Your mom gazes at you, her eyes boring into yours and you think you see a swirl of emotions inside of them. “Yeah.” She gulps, her same eyes stinging with tears but she’s quick to blink them away and laugh. “Get along.” She says, “And take care of each other.”
“You make it sound like you aren’t the one who takes care of me,” You try to laugh but your throat burns a little. “I have you to do that, you know?” 
“Mom will always help, my love.” She smiles, gentle and delicate. “But—”
“—Okay,” You cut her off, trying to laugh still but your throat feels like it’s closing in. “That doesn’t have to change.”
“And why not?” She continues to smile. “Changes are good. Don’t you think? Just like the season we’re in…we love it. Do we want it to be summer forever?”
“No.” You swallow hard.
“Change gives us the opportunity to transform and evolve. Nothing scary about it.” Your mom’s fingers lift to your face and she brushes her thumb over your browbone. “I’ve always taught you to embrace it. Welcome it. In autumn, leaves change colors and they die. But soon, flowers will bloom again.” 
You’re tempted to let your head fall to this table and cry but the look on your moms face is bright and hopeful. She’s cheering you on as always. So instead you nod at her words and give her a heartfelt smile. “I think you just gave me an idea for a painting.” You tell her. 
“Then paint.” She smiles wider, teeth shown and all. “Paint.”
One day until the festival dance! Friday and you cannot believe you and Taehyung are still struggling with being completely comfortable and trusting during the routine. The natural flow is lacking. Perhaps it’s the chemistry. Yes it has gotten better but you didn’t think it would still look awkward in places. It’s already almost 9pm and you both have been at it for majority of the day. 
“I don’t know how else we could improve, Taehyung.” You breathe out, hands reaching for your bottle of water. “Just get comfortable!”
“I’m trying!” Taehyung groans, his fingers push back his dark hair. His hair is usually split in the middle or the side, framing his face nicely but forehead out gives him an entirely different aura.
“What’s making you so, I don’t know…” You motion your hands around, unsure of what words to describe his behavior.
“Nervous?” He helps you call himself out. “I don’t know, you’re just this person to me…who…I don’t know! It’s not like I don’t want to touch you.”
You quirk a brow and he immediately slams his eyes shut before growing embarrassed.
“I didn’t mean that in a…” He opens his eyes again and they meet yours. “You’re just…”
“It’s my fault?” You laugh. “Do I have to break all barriers with you so you can be more comfortable?” You start joking. “Keep your hands on me? Should we hug for 5 minutes straight? God, what will it take?” You snort now, “Don’t tell me we have to have sex so you can touch me properly during a dance.” 
Taehyung’s entire body flushes at your words, his eyes wide as he blinks at you in shock. “I know you’re joking,” He mutters, “But at what cost?” He tears his eyes off of you before concealing a smile when he wants to laugh.
“I was exaggerating obviously.” You shake your head,  not feeling embarrassed even though maybe it was a weird thing to say.
“But…” Taehyung glances around the practice room, “I think the point is to bond so our chemistry on stage doesn’t suck.”
“Are you saying you do want to have sex? As a way to bond?” You ask him with a dramatic shocked expression and he starts going red as he groans at your words.
“You want to kill me, y/n?” He starts chuckling, “Jeez. I was thinking though…we aren’t getting anywhere with practicing. Why don’t we go out tonight?”
“Bar? For drinks? Loosen up? Actually enjoy an evening out? Ever heard of it?” He teases you, “I doubt you’ve done anything besides be at this studio and visit your mom’s house. And I am kind of your neighbor and I see your light on all the time late at night so I know you aren’t out.”
“What if I leave a light on, on purpose so a potential burglar thinks someone is home? You know, while I go out and party until the sun rises?"
“You party until sunrise without me?” Taehyung gasps, “That’s rude.”
“What?” You bite your lip, trying not to smile at him. “Am I supposed to invite you for something like that?”
“No offense, but who else would you invite? Ida?” He matches your expression.
“I could ask Jin.” You shrug, “He’s cool.”
“Only thing Jin does at sunrise is check on some ridiculous baked goods that he probably started prepping at 4am.” 
“My mom has a pretty wild book club, maybe they want to party with me.” You shrug again and Taehyung laughs at this. Really laughs. 
“Ms. Soonja would outdrink us all and still somehow be up at 8am ready for breakfast.”
“That sounds believable.” You giggle at that. “Fine, I guess if I had to party then maybe I would invite you.”
“You’re too late.” Taehyung grins at you, “Because I’m beating you to it…I’m the one inviting you but I can’t promise it will be until sunrise.”
“Well, I’d hope not. We have a big day tomorrow.” 
“Then we should get started now.” Taehyung nods towards the direction of the entrance, “Since I still feel like an asshole…I’ll buy you your first drink.”
You feel heat crawl up your neck as you notice an almost playful glint in his eyes, “Only one?” You tease him, “For all that I suffered with you and you only want to buy me one?”
“Oh?” He keeps grinning, “You suffered that much? Fine, how about you tell me when it’s finally enough, hm?”
“I can hold my liquor, Taehyung. I might drain your bank account.”
“Damn,” He throws a hand to his heart. “I was that bad?”
“I’m still deciding if you aren’t still that bad.” You say slowly but your voice is laced in a smoothness even you don’t recognize. “But I hear you’re good.” You keep the words slow as they leave your mouth, “I wonder just how good you are.”
“You know,” You play with the straw that rests in your glass. “When I was in high school, I wanted to come to this bar so badly. ‘one day I’ll be old enough!’ I would always say that,” You start giggling. “But I left only a few months after graduation so I never came. Can’t believe I’m actually here now. Teenage me would be so proud.”
“Why this one specifically?” Taehyung looks around, not noticing anything too special. “I just come here because it’s close to the apartment.”
“You’ll make fun of me.” You wrap your fingers around the glass and bring it closer to your lips when you sip from the straw. “It’s cheesy.”
“Oh, I have to hear about it then.” Taehyung sips his own drink as well. “The cheesier the better.”
“Well, a long time ago…” You start, memories flooding your mind and you want to laugh at teenage you. “There was this guy.”
“A guy?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “He worked here as a bar tender, he was older than me. I think when I was like 16 he was already like 30.” You sip more of the drink. “He also worked at the convenience store near my house. I would go in just to buy a snack so I could see him!” You turn your head towards Taehyung, stifling your laughter but he’s got his eyes on you and he’s smiling. “But he told me he also worked here, at this bar and that one day when I’m an adult I’ll get to go and see him there too.”
Taehyung ducks his head around, eyes trailing the place. “Is he here?”
You snort “No.” You set your drink down, only ice cubes occupying the glass now. “I thought that when I turned into an adult I’d come and he would fall in love with me.” You gesture towards yourself with a goofy, tipsy grin. “Obviously, right?”
Taehyung eyes you over, same grin on his own face. “Obviously.”
“Kids are silly.” You finally end the story, “The things we do, huh? Or you know, want to do.”
Taehyung sucks up the rest of his drink and nods his head, “Yeah, I would know.” He chuckles before turning his whole body in the barstool to face you. “My 12 year old self would know, anyway.”
“How so?”
“You don’t know how I met your mom, do you?” He asks you, blush on his cheeks. 
“Oh,” You blink at him. “I…I don’t.”
“I thought so.” He nods, head bowed down as he smiles at nothing. “It’s because of the Harvest Festival.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense!”
“I went every year when I was a kid. I think I started going when I was like 9? I watched the dance and I was…awestruck, perhaps?” He sounds shier than you thought he could be capable of. It’s cute, you’d admit. It’s funny that a guy who made it clear he doesn’t like you is now telling you a story that is making him blush.
“Hm.” You hum at him, giving him your full attention. He lifts his eyes to yours and bites his lip.
“Yeah, awestruck is a good word.” He tells you. “I kept going back every year because I had to see the dance. I would watch and think, ‘wow, pretty.’ And yeah.” He chuckles.
“Her dancing is beautiful.” You giggle. “Kind of sounds like you had a crush on my mom.” You teasingly point a finger at him but he just joins you in your laughter before relaxing and giving you a sweet smile. 
“I did have a crush.” He admits. “ But it wasn’t on your mom.”
You smile drops only a little, “Then…?” “Every year at the front row of the crowd was a girl who looked around my age.” He tries not to laugh when you pinch your brows together. “You.” He does laugh now. “You danced to her routine, step by step. You looked so happy and so proud and I swear my 9 year old self was not understanding what I was feeling.”
“Wait, what?” Your mouth falls open and you cannot hide your amusement. 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He tries to playfully brush it off. “And then when I was 12…I decided I had the hugest crush on you and you were going to be my first girlfriend.” 
Your eyes expand comically as you try not to lose it, “Excuse me?”
“I know.” He chuckles, “But I didn’t know how to approach you!” 
“You didn’t—”
“—I had heard you took dance classes at your mom’s studio.” He starts to explain, “So I thought my little 12 year brain was genius when I begged my grandma to let me start taking lessons too. I thought that’s how I could get close to you!” He shuts his eyes in innocent embarrassment. “She paid for three full classes to see if I would like it. I remember getting there, god I was so nervous, I really thought I was going to properly meet you and we were going to fall in love and get married.” Then he winks, gesturing towards himself like you did earlier. “Obviously, right?”
You start cracking up, “Yes, obviously.” 
“But you weren’t there. I was so disappointed. I was like well, I’m going to quit this whole dancing thing. I asked your mom and she said you weren’t taking the classes anymore. Imagine how stupid I felt!” He laughs, “But I still had two more classes. I went and by the third class I realized how much I kind of liked dancing. Your mom urged me to continue and so I did.” He shrugs, “Turns out I wasn’t bad.”
“Does that mean you’re good?” You raise a brow.
“Aren’t you the one trying to figure out how good I am?” He asks you slowly, voice lower than before.
“Touché.” You say just as low. 
“I kept dancing all throughout middle school and high school. I was fairly cool with your mom but things really changed…” Taehyung looks at you, solemn expression on his face. “A few months after high school, my grandmother passed away. And I know that’s technically an adult now, but I still felt like a child.”
“Sorry, Taehyung.” You surprise yourself when you reach for his hand, “That must have been hard.” 
“It was.” He admits with a smile. “Your mom was the one who kind of took me in. She was like a guardian but not legally.” He laughs. “She was like a second mom.” 
“She’s pretty good at being a mom.” You return his smile. “I’m glad you had her…and I’m glad she’s had you all this time too.”
“That’s what family does.” He says it so simply. “I’m sorry again…about…”
“I understand, Taehyung.” You glance down at your hand that rests on his before quickly pulling it back. Cheeks warming up. “By the way, I’m allowed to make fun of you, right? 12 year old you?”
“I would expect you to. I also want to make fun of 12 year old me. But hey, poor guy was just really determined to get you to fall in love with me. We can’t blame 12 year old me for being so romantic, right?”
“Are you still that romantic?” You ask him, eyes on his and he stares at you for a few moments. “I didn’t realize you were this forward.” He decides to tease you instead of answer.
“You never gave me a chance to be.” You crack a smile, “To be fair, a little alcohol running through my veins might make me say weird things.” 
“Good to know.” He chuckles. “What other weird things are you thinking that you might say?”
“You’re curious about what’s on my mind?” 
“I might just be curious in general.” He responds before lifting a hand to get the bar tenders attention, signaling you guys want another round. “About you.”
You gaze at his side profile and feel your stomach twist in a way that feels exciting. “Am I also allowed to make fun of you for hating me and now suddenly you’re curious about me?”
Taehyung lowers his hand and slowly turns his head in your direction with a winsome smile growing on his face, “God, I didn’t know how much you like to teased someone.” 
“What?” You point at yourself innocently. “You’re surprised at what kinds of words leave my mouth?”
“—You’d probably would have known if you would have paid more attention to it.” You point at your lips now. “But you were too concerned about my eyes and how I didn’t know how to use them.”
Taehyung stares at you before sighing out, clearly amused. “I wish I could go back in time and treat you diff—”
“—I don’t.” You grin at him. “Or else I wouldn’t have all this material to make fun of you.” 
The bartender brings the two drinks, the glasses sliding in front of you and Taehyung. He picks his up and you do the same, both of you bringing the glasses together in a little cheers. “This is fun.” You tell him softly.
“Is it?”
“Yeah. I think you were right about letting loose.” You chuckle, “Before coming back home, I was living so stressed. Can’t really remember the last time I winded down.”
“Honestly, me either.” Taehyung sips his drink, eyes on the ice cubes. “But I didn’t think I’d be doing it with my first crush. 12 year old me was so sure we were going to fall in love.” He lifts his eyes to you, same playful glint from earlier. 
“You were so sure yet as an adult you don’t even know to touch me while we dance. 12 year old you might be disappointed.”
Taehyung keeps the glass to his lips and his eyes on you. They darken just the slightest and you notice immediately. 
“You know,” Taehyung finally lowers the glass and licks his lips, “It really almost sounds like you’re flirting with me.”
You crack a smile, fingers wrapping around the glass and you sip on your drink. 
“You’re not going to confirm nor deny?” He asks you, same amusement lingering.
“Maybe I’m just humoring your past self.” You finally say, glass back down to the bar top. “I think it’s only fair that it’s me who is a little mean to you now.”
Taehyung can’t help but laugh at this, his smile turning into something wide and boxy. “Feel free to humor me then.”
It’s way past closing time. You and Taehyung are leaving the bar, laughter on your lips, walking out into the parking lot when he suddenly halts his steps. You notice, confused expression when he smirks at you.
“Should we practice our routine one last time today before tomorrow?” He asks you.
“Here?” You glance around. “In the parking lot?”
“Is a parking lot not a good enough stage for you?” He teases and you roll your eyes. “I think we kind of bonded tonight so maybe…”
“Oh, you want to test it.” You feel a warmth trailing across your skin. “Let’s dance then. The second half.”
Taehyung looks excited, his lips spread into a smile but he’s trying to hide it but it’s not use. He’s enjoying himself. And he thinks you are too.
“Okay, ready?” He glances at you when you’re both in starting position. 
You both start the first few steps, your breaths are even and your footwork is smooth. You glance at Taehyung and it actually looks like you two are in sync. Well, you imagine so since that part has improved a lot. You’re both counting in your heads, knowing exactly when to transition from one move to another. 
You know what’s coming up but you’re just going to go with the flow, body spinning into a still Taehyung, twirling closer to him and right on cue, his hand lands perfectly on your lower back. It was smooth and you’re already feeling the slight shock and excitement but you stay calm knowing that was just one move.
A beat passes and you both continue the dance, feet moving in sync while your bodies flow together before you’re turning again and both of his hands are on your waist. Both knees slightly bend, faces tucked into your chests as you continue counting in your heads. The silent music continues and so do your movements. 
His fingers don’t dig into your skin, no, they’re just light enough that you can imagine the delicacy that is shown through your movements. You spin out, his arm extending until you’re far from one another, only thing connecting you is your fingertips lightly grasping his. And then he’s pulling you in, your chest coming closer to his. His left hand goes to the back of your neck and his fingers slide down, carefully trailing over the material of your shirt. Like he is painting an outline of your spine. And a sudden thought occurs to you. How would his fingers feel if it was against your bare skin? Then finally, he’s resting his hand on your lower back.
You can still hear the music in your head, the counts still going off and right on beat you tilt your chin towards his face as he lowers his eyes to you and his right hand comes to your jaw. Fingers brushing against it, soft and slow. And then you can hear how the song ends. No more counting. Just your eyes on each other and a feeling swirling so messily in your lower stomach. He is looking as mesmerized as you feel.
“I guess we did bond.” You finally whisper. “Who would have thought?”
It’s the day of the festival. The day is finally here and you’re a little nervous but mostly just excited. You and Taehyung decided to ride to the gardens together (perk of being neighbors) and you’ve made your way to where the dances will be occurring later this evening. Everyone’s busy with making sure the stage set up is perfect but mostly, everyone is in good spirits as they hang around.
“Mom!” You light up when you see your mother strolling through the gardens, making her way towards the stage. She’s with Soonja and Eunja, the three of them with their arms linked and stars in their eyes as they look around. 
Your mom sees you, smile bright when her and her friends come closer towards you and Taehyung. “Hi, you two.” She tries not to squeal when she sees the stage and knows that the two of you will be on it later tonight. “How are you both feeling?” She looks between you both, “Confident?”
“A little nervous.” You hide your face in your hands but you smile. “Only a little.”
“I think we finally nailed the routine though.” Taehyung tells your mom, his eyes sliding to yours and you can see a knowing smirk.
“I knew you would!” Your mom cheers excitedly.
“Going to see two good looking people dancing on stage, it might make my heart swoon.” Soonja winks at you.
“Your heart swoons when you see find a coupon.” Eunja rolls her eyes, “Say something more meaningful!”
“Hey!” Soonja’s brows pull together in disapproval. “You think coupons don’t deserve it too?”
“Ignore them.” Your mom chuckles, “You guys have a little while until the dances begin, right? Why are you just standing here?”
You blink at your mom with wide eyes, “What do you mean? What if someone needs help with the stage or—”
“—Oh, please. Go enjoy the rest of the festival.” She pushes you towards Taehyung. “You too, Taehyung. Show my daughter around, it’s been a while.”
“Oh.” Taehyung blushes, “I could do that.”
“Mom.” You groan but she’s insistent.
“Go, go, go. Enjoy.”
“Each other.” Soonja whispers in Eunja’s ear but the other lady swats her arm.
“Have fun!” Your mom waves you off but you haven’t even left yet. Just you and Taehyung staring at these ladies in disbelief. Well, Taehyung is just trying not to laugh.
“Okay, Auntie.” Taehyung finally says, cracking a small smile. “Let’s go, y/n.”
“Fine.” You huff out but you can’t help but smile too. You both wave goodbye to the women before exploring the rest of the festival.
“You’re such a meddler.” Eunja tells your mom.
“Of course I am.” She shrugs, “Who else is going to do it?”
You’ve walked around for a while, exploring different vendors and trying delicious foods. Jin’s got a food truck and he is probably the most popular one—you’re realizing that most of his customers are there for him rather than the food. Handsome men have it so easy, you think to yourself.
“So, I know what you’re going to say but…” Taehyung grabs your wrist and starts leading you in another direction, “We can’t have fun at this festival without visiting the main attraction.”
“Oh god.” You know where this is going, “Don’t make me.” You’re pouting now but Taehyung just chuckles and he continues to drag you around.
“How could we not visit the pumpkin patch?” He finally says with a grin.
“Easy.” You shrug and he playfully scoffs at you. “Do we really have to?”
“Yes,” He’s determined. “I know you’re grossed out by them, so no carving. But something that could interest you more?”
And that innocent little suggestion is how you and Taehyung ended up sitting at a table with like 3 others (they’re children.) with tiny little pumpkins rolling around and a whole bunch of different paint. 
“You chose a good one.” You whine when you eye Taehyung’s pumpkin. It isn’t too lumpy so he’s having an easier time painting it. You on the other hand…
“Holy shit.” Taehyung stares down at the pumpkin you’ve been painting. Eyes wide as he tilts his head. “What the hell is…” His words get quieter as he speaks. Slight disturbed expression before he finally looks at you. “I thought you were an artist.” He says with a straight face.
“Art is subjective.” You say with an equally straight face.
He nods, eyes going back down to the monstrosity. “It sure is.” 
“You make me do this…” You narrow your eyes at him, “And then make fun of me?”
“I’m not making fun of you!” Taehyung grins. “It is simply a genuine reaction.”
“I am an excellent painter!”
“Are you?” He teases you, “I don’t—Hey!” He stares at you with big eyes as his fingers go to touch his cheek. “Did you just get paint on me?” He asks.
You smile at him as innocently as possible despite the fact you’re holding the paint brush with a glob of purple paint on the bristles. “No.”
Taehyung’s trying to keep a serious expression on his face even though he wants to laugh. “You really are the pick of the patch, huh?” He shakes his head, fingers wiping at his cheek and he glances down at the paint on his fingers.
 “I don’t know,” You shrug, chuckling before your eyes go back to your own pumpkin. “Are you picking me?” 
“Only if you let me call you pumpkin.”
Taehyung bumps his shoulder into yours, “We should probably head back. The dances will start soon and we have to get ready.”
“Can’t believe the day is finally here.” You sigh out before turning your face towards him. “You think we will do a good job?”
“I think we will make your mom proud.”
And you do. Everyone danced so beautifully but there was an audible gasp among the audience when you and Taehyung began your dance. It felt just like the night before in the parking lot of the bar. You two were in perfect sync and his fingers rested and guided your body with grace, delicacy and precision. The last moments you two are on stage, he has his fingers at your jaw and when the lights dim, he slowly brushes them down the expanse of your neck.
“You were really good.” He tells you quietly, eyes still on yours despite the sudden darkness as the audience claps and cheers. “And beautiful.” 
You take a few breaths before your eyes travel across his face, “It kind of feels like you’re the one flirting with me now.”
“And if I am?” His fingers continue to slide down, brushing against your arm until his fingertips touch your own.
“Well,” You laugh a little, finally stepping away from him and facing the audience. “I’d say I like it a lot more than you being rude to me.”
Taehyung faces the audience as well before you both bow, “Then I guess I should keep doing it.”
You and Taehyung make your way off the stage and your first priority is finding your mom and it isn’t hard…she’s front and center with big, teary eyes. She is quick to wrap her frail arms around you, the hug is weak but you feel all the power and love behind it.
“You two were incredible!” She pulls away and then hugs Taehyung as well.
“We tried.” You chuckle, “So I am guessing you liked it?”
“Liked it?! I loved it. It will stay fresh in my memories for the rest of time.” Your mom wipes at her eyes, “You both looked so…”
“Hot.” Soonja says with a smile. “That was one hell of a dance.”
“Soonja!” Eunja scolds her, “She’s vulgar,” She looks at you and Taehyung now. “She means to say—”
“—You’re right.” Soonja nods. “Hot wasn’t the right word. Sexy.”
“I give up on you.”
“About time.”
“Thanks, thank you.” You look between the ladies, cheeks warm. “I mean, I think.”
“I’d say it was a compliment.” Taehyung bumps into your side. “It’s gotten late, huh?”
“Yes.” Your mom agrees, “We are about to head home now…but wow, what a successful year, wasn’t it?” She smiles at you both. “In all my years of experiencing this festival…this one had a different kind of magic, didn’t it?”
“It was nice.” You look at your mom with soft eyes, “I’m happy you enjoyed it, mom.” 
“Best festival this place has seen so far.” She tells you honestly. “So? Are you two going to keep walking around or head home as well?”
“Whatever y/n wants.” Taehyung says, “We drove together so…”
“Honestly, I’m pretty tired.” You look at Taehyung with sorry eyes, “But we can stay longer if you want?
“No, I’m pretty ready to head home as well.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, “It is after 9 already and we’ve had a long day.”
“Okay, let’s go then. Mom, breakfast tomorrow?” You ask before hugging her again.
“Yeah! Taehyung you come too!”
“Oh, sure.”
“Now get going, you guys deserve some rest!”
“Let’s see if they’re getting any ‘rest’ after they danced like tha—ow.” Soonja rubs her arm where Eunja pinched her.
“Anyway,” You clear your throat, “I guess we will leave then. See you tomorrow, mom.”
“Bye, my love!” She sings out cutely as she watches you and Taehyung walk away and then she glances at her two friends. “Good dance, huh?”
“Yeah, it made me miss my libido.”
“Well, who do you think choreographed it?” She smirks at her friends and they start laughing and Soonja just links her arm with your moms again.
“Ohhh~” She whistles. “Bad girl!” and the three start giggling before leaving as well.
The drive back to the apartment complex is filled with a comfortable silence. Taehyung has the windows rolled down, the chilly breeze feels so refreshing against your skin. You’re both content with how the dance turned out…your mother’s happy face is what makes both of you so satisfied. 
When Taehyung parks the comfortable silence turns into a silence with expectations. You aren’t sure what to say? Thanks for the ride? Or maybe…want to come inside for a drink or? You aren’t sure what’s going on in his head either…you just see how he glances at you with his lip stuck between his teeth. 
You both get out of his car and start walking towards the building. “I’ll walk you to your door.” Taehyung suddenly mumbles, “You know, just in case you get kidnapped despite me being three doors down.”
“It could happen.” You look at him, “Never know. Better be safe.”
“Exactly.” Taehyung smiles, “Your mom would kill me if something happened to you with me being that close.”
“Well, good thing you’re that close.”
“Good thing.” He nods.
You are both walking slowly through the parking lot and it’s not like you can’t see your apartments right up ahead…it’s not a big complex. But you can feel how your body yearns for more time…you’re surprised but lately, time with Taehyung has been really nice and you’re at that point where you want it to keep going.
“You think you’ll actually get some sleep tonight?” Taehyung asks you, “I know you said you’ve been having trouble since…everything.”
“I don’t know.” You sigh, “I’m trying to stay positive so my mom sees me happy. I don’t want her to see me all sad, you know, knowing…but yeah, at night. Alone. I don’t stay as positive.” You laugh a little, not much humor in the sound. 
“I get it.” Taehyung says softly, “But…I’m glad you’re able to smile for your mom. I know it means everything to her.”
“I know.” You agree solemnly. 
“Let’s just enjoy our days.” 
“I have this place for 6 months but I kind of wish I would have just stayed at my mom’s house.” You begin to sulk, “I didn’t know.” 
“Exactly, you didn’t know.” Taehyung bumps into your side as a way to comfort you. “But you know, your mom probably likes her privacy as much as anyone else.” 
“I guess so.”
“And—oh, wow.” You and Taehyung come to a stop. “That was a short walk.”
You chuckle, nodding your head before glancing at your front door. “Well, uh, good job today.”
Taehyung sways on his feet, his eyes going around before landing on you again. “Yeah, you too.”
“I was—”
You both try to speak at the same time. And Taehyung is quick to gesture towards you, “You go!”
“No, no!” You shake your head, “You go first.”
“Okay.” Taehyung steps a little closer to you, “I was thinking maybe we didn’t have to end the night yet?”
Thank god. You try to keep a calm expression but you feel giddy inside. “Oh?”
“Like, we just pulled off something we worked really hard for.” He starts explaining, “Maybe we could celebrate?”
“I have some wine in my apartment…if you—if you want to come over and have some with me.” He gazes into your eyes and you see them soaking in something you don’t fully recognize. This is new territory. “If you want.” He finishes softly.
“Hmm,” You look off to the side innocently, clearly teasing him and he’s trying not to smirk when you question cutely, “I wonder if that’s what I want?”
“Maybe you want something else?” You’re surprised by the drop in his voice. “A different drink, I mean.”
You turn your head to face him quickly, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire as you stare into his eyes. He’s the one teasing you now. “I guess I could explore my options.” Is what you say and he nods towards the direction of his apartment.
“Perfect. See what the options are and tell me what it is you want…” He pauses, eyes looking darker before he smirks. “And I’ll give it to you.”
You cannot hide your amusement, eyes on him when you begin following him to his place, three doors to the left. When he stops in front of his door, he puts the code and lets the both of you inside.
“Welcome to my—wait, wait.” He suddenly stops, spinning in his spot when he remembers…
“Is…” Your eyes go to the wall to the right when you spot something familiar. “Is that mine?” You ask him, finger pointed at a small portrait that is hung up.
“Um,” He looks around awkwardly, “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” You quirk a brow, lips spreading into a grin. “You bought my art? When?”
Taehyung shakes his head with a smile, trying to rid himself of the slight embarrassment. “Uh, like a year ago?”
You walk closer to it and inspect it when your mouth falls open and you face him again. “I remember this one.” You tell him quietly. “I was struggling to create anything. So finally I made this and I was told how not good it was…” You chuckle, cheeks heating up all over again. “I was shocked when it got sold.”
Taehyung blinks at you, surprised. “Not good?” He walks closer to you, his eyes going to the small portrait. “It was my favorite one.” 
“Why?” you ask but he’s quiet, eyes still on your art.
“I felt like I understood it.” He finally tells you. 
“Understood it?”
“Lost.” Is all he says. 
And although in the last couple of days Taehyung has made your body react in different ways like excitement swirling in your lower belly. But today, right now, you think this is the first time your heart is the one reacting. You feel it bang against your chest roughly. It wants to jump out. 
“I think I do want wine.” You tell him quietly, your voice barely audible. 
He faces you and extends his arm out, “Whatever you want from me you can have.” He says it with such subtlety. 
You take a seat on his sofa as he fetches you both a glass of red wine. You look around his place…small and cozy like yours but his furniture looks a lot more modern. Well, that makes sense, you think. Your furniture is your mom’s from a storage unit, who knows how old it all is. 
“Here.” He hands you a glass, “Taste it and tell me what you think.”
You look him over as he takes a seat right next to you and raise a brow. “You want me to tell you if it’s good, huh?” And then you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, “It’s good.”
“I like to know these things.” He shrugs while he sips his own drink. “So,” He brings the glass to his lap. “Did you have a boyfriend or you know, someone uh, special like that…” He clears his throat, “Before coming back home?”
“You want to know my relationship status?” You try not to sound too teasing but he sees right through you.
“I told you I was curious about you.”
“Well, I’d hope I’m incredibly single since I’ve been pretty forward with you recently.” You say as nonchalant as possible making Taehyung chuckle.
“Maybe you’ve said a thing or two that made me sure. But I thought I should still ask.”
“Are you? You know, incredibly single?”
“Oh?” You laugh before taking another sip. “So Ida isn’t in the picture then?” You eye him with your lips still on the glass and he shakes his head frantically.
“No. no.” He waves a finger at you, “Have I innocently flirted? Maybe.”
“So is that what you’re doing with me?” You bring the glass down now, playful glint in your eyes. “Innocently flirting with me?”
“No,” He smiles, blush on his cheeks and a fiery warmth crawling up his neck. “It’s not so innocent, I don’t think.”
“Well, thank god.” You tease him and he’s loving this side of you, you can tell. He’s looking at you with such mirth. “Can we share something then?”
Taehyung eyes you curiously, “Like what?”
“Even when we weren’t on good terms…ever had not innocent thoughts?” You bring the glass to your mouth again, taking a few sips while you watch his mouth fall open in surprise. “I can give an example, if that helps.”
Taehyung watches you as you conceal your smirk and he’s feeling his body tingle. “It helps.” He says slowly.
“I thought about your hands every time we were practicing. They’re really nice. I could give that as a regular compliment but since this is ‘not innocent’ I’m sure you can assume what my thoughts about them were like.” You tilt your head innocently, “But don’t worry, those thoughts were short lived since your rudeness killed it.” Now you laugh.
Taehyung is looking flustered but he’s managing to keep his expression calm even though he’s trying so hard not to imagine what your thoughts were like. “Fine.” He tells you with a confidence, “Since you want it, I can give you my own example.”
“You’d show up wearing those legging things and I struggled not to look at your ass in them.” He speaks calmly. Slowly. “But I did. And I am sure you can assume what kinds of thoughts I was having as well.” 
You’re trying not to snort and ruin the mood that’s currently going so you settle for a long sigh, “Yeah, I think I can imagine what you were thinking.”
Taehyung gazes at you, lips parted and eyes growing darker. It’s quiet between the both of you and he decides to kick it up a notch. He’s feeling confident that it’s what you want. “Then tell me what it is you think I was thinking.” He requests this to you, voice slow and deep.
“You want me to tell you what you were thinking?”
“Yeah.” He nods, setting his wine glass down onto the table in front of the couch.
Your eyes follow the glass and you decide to do the same thing, glass set next to his. “Okay.” You breathe out softly, leaning back into the sofa, getting more comfortable as you both turn your bodies to face one another.
“—Mm, mm.” You shake your head, “You told me to tell you so let me speak first.”
He slightly lifts his brows before gesturing a hand to you, urging you to continue.
“I think…” You bite your lip in contemplation, “You’ve definitely thought about fucking me at least once in these last few weeks.”
He’s a little surprised by your vulgarity but it only makes him feel more drawn to you in this moment, “At least once.” He confirms with a sly smile.
“I thought you didn’t like me though?” You tease him, “Kind of contradictory.”
“I told you I didn’t hate you, y/n. I was mad. Different.” He shrugs, “But I’m still a man. With eyes.”
“Oh? That’s right and you know how to use your eyes, huh?” You keep teasing, “That’s why they were always on my ass?”
“Always?” He challenges you. 
“You probably thought about dropping your hand lower, you know, every time we danced.” You keep going, “Did you want to cup me in your hands?”
“You would have liked that, right?” He keeps challenging. “Since you’re a fan of my hands.”
“And what exactly do you think I was thinking?” You turn it around now, “Huh?”
“Depends.” He leans a little closer to you, “How explicit am I allowed to be?”
“Rated R. We’re adults.” You smile cheekily.
“Okay…” He thinks for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am willing to bet you thought about my fingers when you touched yourself. Maybe you wish they were mine?”
“Oh, that’s a bold assumption.” You crack a devious smile. “Hmm.”
“Are you doing that thing again where you aren’t willing to confirm nor deny?” His drapes his right arm over the sofa and his fingers find your shoulder. “That’s a little mean.”
“Didn’t I say it was my turn to be mean?” You take a breath before continuing. “The wine has been good, by the way. You kept true to your word, you gave me what I want.”
“Is there anything else you want?” He strokes your skin and goosebumps begin to rise and he’s concealing the smile that wants to spread. You react to his words and he’s enjoying it.
“What else are you offering?” You whisper the question, eyes going all across his face, lips included and he decides you’ve flirted enough.
“Me?” He asks innocently, despite the fact he’s looking at you with such a wanton expression. “I would probably kiss you if that’s what you wanted.”
“Hmm,” You lick your lips, your own eyes clouding over, a lewdness corrupting you from the inside out. “Is that what I want?”
“Tell me.”
“Fine,” You lean forward a little, your body wanting to move on its own and his does the same. “I do.” You whisper again, eyes on his lips but his hand goes to your cheek now.
“Before I kiss you,” He strains in his spot, wanting nothing more than to do that. “I feel the need to tell you I might have developed an actual crush on you and I hope this isn’t a one-time thing.”
You stare at him, only feeling yourself grow hotter from his words. “Good.” You lean forward more, eyes beginning to close when his face inches closer to yours, his warm breaths hitting your lips. “I’m hoping for the same.”
Taehyung feels a satisfied, roll of electricity sweep over his skin and his hands go to your hips as he pulls you closer to him. You feel hot under his touch. Taehyung leans in more, his lips slowly finding yours, he’s careful and smooth but the sensual movement of his lips moving over yours has you surprised. 
Your hands go to the back of his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss. He falls forward more, your bodies closing in on one another as he kisses you deeper. He’s guiding your body to lay back, his hands now roaming your back. Lips still exploring your lips and your stomach starts flip flopping the moment he lightly sucks onto your bottom lip, little moan escaping you and his tongue sweeps through. He rolls it over your tongue, moving so slow and expertly. 
Taehyung moves to slot himself between your legs, his kisses grow more frantic and you’re matching his passion with your own. He’s groaning into your mouth the moment he rolls his hips into you, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, heels of your feet pushing him closer to you. 
He bucks his hips into your center harder and you can feel an obvious erection grinding against your clothed core. It starts driving you wild. You move your face to the side, needing a moment to breathe and Taehyung takes this opportunity to plant wet kisses all across your jawline. His teeth nip at your throat and his tongue slides against your skin, making you breathe heavier and heavier. 
“How far do you want to go tonight?” He whispers roughly, lips at your ear.
“Far.” You say quickly, your hands in his hair as you try to push his head down more. He gets the hint in an instant. He kisses down your neck, to your collarbones and he’s quick to slide his hands up your shirt, and under your bra, his long fingers groping your breasts. “Here?” You ask breathlessly. He looks up at you, confused. “You want to do this here? On your couch?”
He smirks before sitting up straight, his hands going to yours as he guides you to sit up as well. “Would you rather be in my bed, y/n?” He asks, head nodding in the direction of his room.
“Yeah.” You admit, “I would also rather if you lost some clothes.”
“Me?” He grins at you. “Let’s go.” Taehyung stands from the sofa, his hand taking yours and he guides you to his bedroom, and once inside he slips his shirt off. “How’s this for a start?”
“It’s a start.” You chuckle, sitting on his bed. “How does it end?”
“Me inside you hopefully.” He cracks a smile, “If that’s what you meant by far.” 
“Come here.” You sigh, your own shirt coming off, along with your bra. Taehyung pauses, his eyes raking over your bare torso and he sees how you start pulling your pants lower.
“Wait.” He comes to you quickly, hands looking greedy as his fingers go to the waistband and he’s assisting you. “These too.” He whispers, your panties being dragged down as well. “Fuck, you’re pretty.” He tells you when you lean back on his bed, completely naked.
He crawls over your body and his lips are everywhere. Your breasts, your stomach, your hips and you’re struggling to keep it quiet when his mouth and hands feel so good roaming your body like this. He lowers himself, face between your thighs, eyes on your fucked out face when his fingers go to your heat. He spreads your folds and his fingers are quick to get sticky from how wet you’ve become.
You’re watching him and then an idea comes to you, you smirk and use his words from earlier, “Taste it and tell me what you think.”
Taehyung can’t help the lazy smile on his lips, his own expression probably looks as fucked out as yours. He leans forward with his eyes still on yours when he licks up your cunt. He keeps his tongue playing with you, swirling around before pulling back a little. “It’s good.” He teases.
You laugh a little, head falling to the mattress when his tongue digs in again, licking your clit with the right amount of pressure and you start to lose it. He’s quietly groaning into your pussy, your mind hazy at the sound. And finally, his fingers start joining the fun. He has one at your entrance, slowly pushing it in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion but he doesn’t let you think about his one finger too much because now he’s pushing in another.
“That’s…” You moan, “That’s good.” 
He curls those two fingers before moving them, fucking your hole with technique like he has long mastered this skill. You’re squirming on the bed, body tensing as he builds up your pleasure. He can feel your walls shuddering against his fingers and he figures you’re close but maybe he could have assumed it based on how vocal you’re getting.
Your hands go to his hair, pushing his face further into you and he moves his tongue faster and you’re left with heavy breaths leaving your parted lips. You come. You finish all over his face. Out of breath, you continue to squirm when he keeps eating you out, the pleasure going into overdrive. You slam your eyes shut, trying to handle it but you can’t. Not tonight, anyway.
He understands, pulling his face back and his fingers leaving your hole. He stares down at you, eyes filled with lust and need. He stands, undoes his pants and pulls them down his legs along with his underwear. You try to keep your eyes on him, his length exposed to you and you mumble to yourself, “Holy shit.” You say between erratic breaths. You were not expecting him to be this big. 
“How do you want this to go?” He asks you, his own chest heaving. So ready to fuck you, he’s painfully hard at this point. “What position will help you come?”
He’s thoughtful, you give him that. You smile, still breathless while you answer. “Probably on top.”
“Fuck…okay, yeah. I’m going to fucking love that.” He says before making his way to one side of the bed.
“But I really want you to have a view of my ass so.” You smirk at him, lifting your body from the mattress.  “Lay back. Maybe stack some pillows, I have a feeling you’d like to watch intently, hm? Have a good view.”
Taehyung sucks in a sharp breath, his hands going to his cock, fingers lightly stroking it. “Okay.” He says, hand leaving his aching member and then he’s piling a few pillows before he lays down and leans against them. “Condom.” He point towards his night stand.
You glance at the nightstand, reaching over to open the drawer and grab one before handing it to him. “Put it on.”
His fingers move fast, ripping the package and sliding the condom onto his hard standing dick. “I’m ready for you.” Is all he says, breaths so erratic it makes you feel so turned on again, like you were never touched in the first place. 
You crawl over his legs, eyes staying focused on his eyes. You make it to his lap before turning in your spot, your back facing him and he loses his mind. Eyes on your back before they fall down to your ass. You take a moment, looking down to his how hard he is. You reach for his length and hear him let out a long sigh, fingers wrapping around him. 
After a moment, you lift up and bring his cock to your hole, letting it brush against you, spreading your wetness. His hands go to your hips, fingers digging into your skin and you moan out when you push the head of his cock inside you. Taehyung’s body shudders the moment he starts entering you.
You slowly slide down, pausing every few seconds as you adjust. Thighs already shaking as you take him, his impressive size stretching you open. And finally, you both moan in unison once you’re completed seated. You exhale deeply, trying to fully adjust to him. He watches your back, letting you take your time. Suddenly, you feel the warmth of his soft fingertips at the nape of your neck and then he is slowly sliding his fingers down, tracing your spine with the most delicate touch. Your hips move forward at this sensation. 
And then he’s taking both of his hands, grabbing onto your hips before he cups your ass, squeezing the flesh and you smirk. You turn your head to see him but his eyes are focused on your body, not your face. He looks like he’s going to melt at the sight. You feel ready, motivated even as you start moving your hips…you grind into him a few times, his grip getting stronger on you. You finally rise from his pelvis and sink down again. Over and over. Riding him with a consistent rhythm. God, it feels so good. His cock is nestled so deep inside you and every time it brushes against your walls you have to remind yourself to keep another orgasm at bay. 
Taehyung is loving the view. He’s trying to keep still but every now and then he thrusts upward and you swear you try not to crumble at the feeling. He’s hitting your spot so accurately that you’re whining and whimpering on top of him…he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You ride him harder and faster, your stamina surprising you but you are chasing this orgasm now.
“Fuck, if you keep…” Taehyung mumbles, his moans are deep and grumbly. “I’m going to come…” He warns you, voice shaky 
“Good.” You cry out as you slam down harder, your walls squeezing him tightly. Your fingers find your clit and you start rubbing yourself, getting you closer so you can come at the same time as him. “Fuck,” You moan. “I’m going to come too. Come now, fuck, come now.” 
Taehyung grips your hips again, his head rolling back into the pillows as he bucks his hips up and comes into the condom. 
He goes weak, eyes rolling around, trying to remain sane as you keep fucking yourself onto him before you finally come undone. You roll your hips, grinding as you ride out your high. You are fucking exhausted. 
“Holy shit…” He starts sitting up, lips going to your shoulder. “I’m serious, this is not a one-time thing.” 
You laugh, your body is hot and tingly. “Definitely not.” 
“I should take you on a date then, right?” Another kiss.
“I think so.”
6 months later
Taehyung has an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. When you’re all snuggled up to him he places a kiss to your temple. “She would love it.” He tells you softly. His eyes on the painting you finally finished, it’s 12x 12 and you momentarily sit it down on top of your mother’s grave. 
“Yeah, she gave me the idea for this before the festival.” You smile, “I can’t believe it’s already been 2 months since she’s passed.”
“Yeah, me either.” He admits, “I miss her.”
“Me too.”
“You know,” He looks at you, eyes on yours when you look back at him too. “I was thinking, since your art inspo is back and all…”
“What if…we turn the dance studio into an art studio as well? There’s plenty of practice rooms we could turn into art rooms? I’ll handle the dance lessons. You can teach like painting classes or something?” He eyes you carefully, wondering what you’ll think.
“Oh.” You raise your brows a little, “That’s kind of a good idea.” 
“Isn’t it?” He asks more excited. “What do you think? Should we do it?” 
“We could try.” You say the words slowly, tempted to bury your face in his chest because he looks so cute like this. All excited and warm and handsome and damn, you’re in love. “We would have to make some changes at the studio for sure.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung grins, eyes lit up with something so tender. “But changes are good, right?”
You gaze at him for a moment before your eyes go around the cemetery, trees are tall with green leaves and you notice all the beautiful flowers that have recently bloomed. “Yeah.” You nod, heart beginning to glow before you look back at Taehyung. “They are.” 
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jungk0oksthighs · 6 months
Against The Odds Collection
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ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung, established relationship, love triangle au, smut, angst, fluff
all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order
against the odds is a sequel to over the odds 
Plot Synopsis
Taste | 7.5k
You sample your wedding menu with an unexpected dining partner
Drabble 1 | Walls | 1.7k tae pov
Drabble 2 | Relax | 2.2k
Drabble 3 | Best friend | 2.4k jk pov
Fitting | 5.2k
You have your first wedding dress fitting
Friendship | 5k
After your fight with Jungkook you go to see your best friend
Drabble 4 | Tension | 3k jk pov
Panicked | 4k
Jungkook and Taehyung’s friendship is tested for the very first time
Drabble 5 | Gesture tae pov
Happy Birthday pt.1 | 3.5k
You have a pre-birthday dinner with Yuri to take your mind off the hardships of life
Happy Birthday pt.2 | 3.5k
The aftermath of Taehyung’s confession
Happy Birthday pt.3 | 4.4k
Taehyung stops by your apartment when you’re home alone
Drabble 6 | Shaken Up | 2.5k jk pov
Drabble 7 | Stockholm | 4k
My Time | 4k
Jungkook’s patience is wearing thin
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bebejungkook · 7 months
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‧✧̣̇‧ The Art of Hating You
‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K
A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice🫶🏽
Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.
Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend's beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.
When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.
But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.
But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.
No it can’t be.
Please god, don’t let it be him.
That is not Kim Taehyung.
But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.
What was he doing here?!?
And why was he coming over here?
Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one's for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.
He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.
“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.
“Jimin invited me.” Taehyung smiled, and shrugged before he started sipping on his drink leaving yours on the bar counter.
He watched you fold your arms across your chest like the very brat you were. Taehyung smirked, thinking that he really wants to see if you’re this bratty in other situations.
“What do you mean why? He’s my best friend.”
You groaned,” I know but I mean weren’t you going to go to your girlfriend's family beach house or something?”
You scoffed, now he was just playing with you, he wanted to rile you up,” what are you? stupid? Your girlfriend! You were supposed to go to your girlfriend's beach house!”
Taehyung smirked, he had no girlfriend. He was invited to go to his friend’s beach house but ultimately chose not to. The way you seemed so annoyed bringing her up made his heart race with an icy feeling that he finds only you were ever capable of making him feel. Taehyung leans closer to you, so close you could smell the sweet sappy scent of his drink laced into his breath. It tickled your neck and raised the hairs on your arms, you sat frozen never having felt this tingly before.
“Oh? Is precious y/n keeping tabs on little ol’ me? How sweet.”
“I’m not!“ You blushed, finally moving away from him before he got too close. Taehyung sipped on his drink before clicking his tongue and cooing at your adorable pout.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous sweetheart.”
“Jealous?!? Of what?!”
“Of my nonexistent girlfriend.” He smirked,” I’d much rather be here with you anyways so don’t worry baby I’m all yours.”
Taehyung winked and you felt something in you snap.
Your patience maybe.
“Shut up Kim Taehyung!” You shot up from your chair and grabbed the drink he brought, your cheeks were heavy with blush and your chest spinning with annoyance,”Why would I be jealous?!? Who would want to date a big headed weirdo like you anyways! Now leave me alone!”
You turned on your heels and walked off, drink in hand because you weren’t one to let a free drink go to waste.
Even if it was from your worst nightmare.
Maybe you were being an asshole, but you just couldn‘t stand Kim Taehyung. Something about him made you cringe and shutter, maybe it was his smile or the fact that he was always so happy and giddy around you, clumsy even. He would never act normal and it made your skin prickle with hatred for the poor man.
He was also insanely hot which angers you even more. How dare God make him so hot? What was the reason? Just to piss you off?
It was definitely working because you felt your blood boil as you watched Taehyung flirt with a girl in a skimpy bikini. Completely forgetting that you called him a weirdo just a second ago.
Who was she even?
She’s not even that cute.
You crossed your arms laying back down in the tanning chair. You just needed to relax, soak up some sun and forget the son of a bitch who makes it his life mission to torture you. You sighed, snuggling up in your chair, at the tip of relaxation. Any second now you’d feel completely cool and calm.
But then something big covered the beautiful warm sun from hitting you. Interrupting your state of relaxation. You prayed, again, that it wasn’t Taehyung, but God made sure you knew you were not Gods favorite.
“Want me to put sunscreen on you sweetheart?” Taehyung cooed, hoping to get on your good side, but nothing could get this caveman on your good side.
Not even his cute smile.
“I don’t want your slimy hands on me Kim Taehyung,” You kept your eyes closed,” now move you’re in the way of my sun.”
Taehyung bit his lip before pulling up a chair next to you,” you can just call me Taehyung you know, taetae is okay too.”
“There’s lots of things I want to call you but TaeTae isn’t one of them.”
Taehyung relaxed in his chair, he found you so undeniably sexy and he had the nastiest urge to put you in your place.
“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes dance all over your body. He took in every curve and mark, memorizing it for his own lewd dreams.
He was too excited for tonight, when you’d find out just who your roommate was going to be. He just hoped you won’t be too upset.
You open one eye to see if Taehyung left since he was oddly quiet but there he was, laying back, shirt off and thrown on his lap very badly hiding the massive tent that was there. You shook your head, you won’t let your love for monster cocks catch you off guard. You don’t care how delicious it looked in his pants. You won’t slip up, no matter how badly you wanted it to destroy you, especially because this one was owned by the very man you despise.
The same man whose body was making you tremble. His tan skin looked almost golden under the sun, a little dewey from his sweat but your primal instincts wanted you to lick off each drop of sweat from his body.
You need to get laid.
You huffed causing Taehyung to open one eye to glance at you.
“You want some sunscreen now?” He said in a serious tone which upset you because how dare he try to be so caring?
He barely knows you.
You shutter and turn your head to ignore him again. This time though, he sighs and gets up from his chair. You sneakily watch him leave, his broad shoulders and tiny waist make your mouth water.
Why does he have to be so sexy?
You’re upset again and act like the lonely feeling in your chest was one of victory. Taehyung never actually did anything to you. He just existed but you felt like that was cause enough for you to hate him. His stupid smile and his gorgeous eyes sometimes met you in your dreams, glowing just for you.
But you hated it. You hated thinking about him and the weird stupid feelings you got when you did.
“Stupid Taehyung.” You grumbled when you saw him walking to sit prettily next to Jimin at the bar, unashamedly staring back at you.
Jimin was Taehyungs best friend since kindergarten. Bros until death do them part. He prided himself in the fact that Taehyung looked to him for advice or help when it came to his love life.
And he would be proud right now, except Taehyung asked him to do something that he knew would get him in a lot of trouble with you. He hated that he couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he really wanted to because Jimin does not want to deal with the flame of anger that is you.
“You owe me so bad, she’s going to absolutely tear my ass open.” Jimin rubbed his face as Taehyung watched you with those stupid lovey dovey eyes that Jimin knows, makes Taehyung do the absolute most for the person he’s smitten for.
“Yea yea whatever.” Taehyung waved him off, you weren’t so scary.
You may act tough but Taehyung knows better, he knows how sweet and warmhearted you are.
Of course not to him, but he’s seen you give your freshly bought sandwich to a homeless man and then run inside to buy him a drink. He’s heard you console a friend who had been broken up with and Taehyung thinks you were an Angel with the kindest heart he’s ever known.
Except once you saw him you turned into a demon that demanded to know why he was even looking at you. It was like he was the bane of your existence. But Taehyung saw this as an opportunity, he wanted to get you alone and finally find out why you hated him so much. He wasn’t going to force you to stay with him, he made sure Jimin had an extra room just in case but it tore him apart knowing that the girl he loved hated him.
And for no reason whatsoever.
Taehyung stared at you and stopped himself from going to ask a third time if you wanted sunscreen. He just wanted to touch you and be near you, he wanted to press his fingertips against the flesh of your thighs. He wanted to feel your collarbones, and feel the way your breasts feel against his hands.
“She’s going to fuck you up Taehyung,” Jimin reminded him, breaking his train of thoughts,” you’re so dead.”
“I know,” Taehyung smirked,” I can’t wait.”
You didn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the evening. You rejoiced and used the massage coupon that Jimin had so graciously gifted you because he claimed you were his best friend and he needed you calm and relaxed for the big party. After your massage you basically glided to your room, head empty and body numb from the deep state of relaxation you were just in. You opened the door and saw the lights were turned on.
No biggie, they might have turned on by themselves.
You walked in and dropped your towel on a chair to start taking your tshirt off not noticing the man that was laying on the bed, watching Tv, patiently waiting for the mess that was going to ensue.
“Hi sweetheart.”
You shrieked, hiding your bikini even though he saw you in it a couple of hours ago.
“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You yelled, but Taehyung was unphased. He smirked, eyeing your body that looked even better in this lighting.
“This is my room.”
“Oh hell no.” Your stare made the ache in Taehyungs heart hurt no less than before.
But he pushed through with a greasy smile.
“Oh hell yes.”
“This must be a mistake,” You gathered your towel and your bags that you just now realized were already inside the room,” wait how-“
“Come sit YN~ let’s watch a movie together.” Taehyung patted the bed next to him and that’s when you again just realized that there was only one bed.
One bed.
One big comfy bed.
You felt anger burst from your toes ripping ever seem in your body until it reached your head.
“Get out.”
“Get out! You big-” you huffed,” you big stupid monkey! This is MY room! See how there’s only one bed?”
“Yea we're supposed to share sweetheart,” Taehyung again patted the empty spot next to him,” promise I won’t bite,” he smirked,” unless you want me to, then I’ll bite you all over baby.”
Taehyung winked and you felt like a volcano burst in your chest, hot angry lava squeezing out of you.
But instead of yelling you closed your eyes and turned around.
“I’m going home.” It was the only solution since you knew Park Jimin had this entire hotel booked.
“Wait YN! I was kidding,” Taehyung shot up from the bed, almost tripping on the blankets so he could get to you, his eyes wide and anxious,” I went too far! I’m sorry- y/n-“
You ignore him and gathered your luggage, you were oddly calm on the outside but on the inside you wanted to kick and scream.
“Y/n please don’t go,” Taehyung grabs the luggage from your hands, forgetting that he was the stronger one from you both,” please don’t go.”
You looked at him, pouty and heart racing. You don’t say anything but you let him talk.
“I promise I won’t be weird, you can have the bigger pillows and- and- I’ll get up early to get breakfast for you tomorrow.” He pleaded, he really didn’t want you to leave.
And something in you didn’t actually want to leave.
“Please stay? Jimin would be really sad that you’re leaving- we- you’re going to miss the pottery class..” His voice trailed as he internally cursed himself for pushing you too far.
“…how’d you know about the pottery class?” You asked since Jimin had multiple events planned his guests could do and Taehyung seemed to know about the one you were most excited about.
“I- I just figured, since you like art and stuff,” Taehyung lied through his teeth, he won’t tell you that he suggested it to Jimin just for you,” you won’t want to miss the big party either.”
Something about the way he spoke to you made you ease up just a little. You looked into his eyes and felt calmer, maybe it was just a mistake. Shit happens, Jimin might have messed up but Taehyungs right he’d be sad if you left now. Plus you would miss pottery night and you really didn’t want to do that. You sighed loudly before letting him take your luggage,” I get the side next to the ac.”
Taehyung smiles and wants to hug and kiss you but goes against his heart's wishes since he’s already been pushing his luck with you. He’s decided to let you do your own thing but it got harder to not bother you after you came back from taking a shower. The air was thick and silent, adding pressure to the weight in his heart. You wore these tiny shorts and button up pj shirt that made him want to rip them off of you, especially since he can tell you had no bra under. The way you breasts seemed extra pillowy and bouncy, you definitely had no bra on and he wanted to shove his face in them and suffocate on their taste. Taehyung wonders if you had any panties on either. He couldn’t help but feel so lustful for you, you just looked so sexy brushing your teeth while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives.
Aside from making his cock harder with each sound you made, his heart beat like a drum in a marching band. You seemed calm and okay with his presence so maybe now was his chance to finally ask you why you hated him so much. He waits for you to finish your night time routine, when you snuggle under the blankets, right next to him. His fingertips felt numb from tapping them along the bed sheets, his heart welled in his chest but he had to do it.
Do it.
Ask her.
Taehyung turns the tv off making you grunt and look back at him but his eyes avoid yours,“Yn why do you hate me?” Taehyungs voice is low and calm, like he’s been practicing this same question for days now.
He catches you off guard since you didn’t expect him to ask.
“You act all goofy, it’s- it’s annoying,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, not chuckle or giggle but a hearty laugh that has you blushing.
“Why- Why is that funny?”
“Seriously because I act goofy?” He chuckled.
“Do you know why I act goofy?”
“Because you’re annoying?” You snorted, wasn’t it obvious?
“No silly, I act goofy because you make me nervous.” Taehyung explains hoping you’d get why.
Okay. You obviously didn’t get why. He takes a deep breath before looking right into your eyes, the brown swirls of your irises make him want to get lost in the sweet aura of them.
“Because I like you YN.”
“I like you. I have a big fat nasty crush on you.”
You stayed silent, mouth open and heart racing. You didn’t know how to respond so you decided not to.
“I’m going to sleep now! Stay on your side.”
You swiftly moved under the blankets, hiding from his confession. You didn’t feel him move but you felt his eyes on you, making guilt sweep through your body. You finally heard him sigh, which broke your heart, but then he laid down turning the lights off before whispering a sad’ Good night.’
You tried to sleep but aside from the ache in your heart, Taehyung just wouldn‘t stop moving and sighing very loudly. You snap at him because you’re supposed to be up and early tomorrow for a shopping spree, courtesy of Jimins mother.
“Oh my god Taehyung go to sleep!”
“I can’t.” Taehyung muttered and you hear the heartbreak across your mountain of pillows.
“Just close your eyes!” You suggested but you knew he had them closed, you just wanted him to shut up.
“I am,” Taehyung slowly says and each word is like an arrow into your heart,” but I still can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you,” he sits up,” You totally broke my heart.”
You scoff and snuggle into your blankets to bury your feelings in them,“You’re being dramatic.”
“I just confessed to you and instead of kissing me you go to sleep. I get to be dramatic-“
You quickly sit up, almost offended that he expected a kiss,“Why would I kiss you?!?”
But the next few words he speaks drive the steak right through your heart. Obliterating whatever was left of it.
“Because you like me too.”
“What?” He smirked and you wanted to smack that sexy smirk right off of his face,” You self absorbed asshole- what makes you so sure I like you?”
“I just know, you don’t actually hate me, I just make you feel things you don’t understand.”
Taehyung shrugs, he had you stunned again, how dare he imply that you like him. You feel called out, embarrassed that he’d read you so easily.
No way.
You hate him.
But he does make your heart race a little?
And you do like the way he smiles.
What did he do to you anyways?
You racked your brain for even just a small memory of him doing something but nothing comes up. You try to sift through the reasons, but now they don’t seem so bad anymore.
They seem cute and justified.
Because he likes you.
You liked to win but you weren’t a sore loser, you could admit when you were wrong. Okay, you were a sore loser, you couldn’t admit it but Something about the way Taehyung was being vulnerable with you made you want to show him that side of you too.
“M-Maybe my anger was..misplaced,” You played with your thumb, pouting and avoiding his eyes,” maybe I don’t hate you like I thought, maybe it’s the opposite or whatever.”
You shrugged feeling a tremendous weight lifted off of your shoulders. You finally looked Taehyung in his eyes and you were not disappointed with his reaction. Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear, his ears red with love for you.
Taehyung took this opportunity to close the gap between you two, destroying the pillow wall that so cruelly separated you from him. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips molded so beautifully against yours. Like a puzzle piece that finally found it’s missing half, a kiss that felt like a complete piece of art. Then you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you savored his taste, you memorized the texture of him against you.
The kiss was a lot messier and hotter than planned, Taehyung takes it to the next level when he pushes you against the bed. His body so hotly on top of yours and hands pinning your arms above you so his mouth could peacefully paint a mosaic of hickies on your neck, you whined trying to grind up into him but his heavy hips stopped you from getting any friction.
“Taehyung,“You grunted when his teeth nipped just a little too hard.
Taehyung lifted his head and you saw his whole being change right in front of you. He was no longer going to be soft and so giving. Taehyung was going to teach you a lesson.
“Oh?” He smirked,” look at you, whining for me when just a second ago you were calling me an asshole. But now you want me?”
“Do you think you can just get whatever you want so easily? Where’s the effort y/n? Where’s my apology? My confession?”
You groaned,” I confessed already!”
But Taehyung wanted a proper confession.
“Doesn’t count, apologize and tell me you love me.” Taehyung smirked, this would be your one chance for redemption, and it was tempting since his cock felt so heavy against your pussy that it made you want to renounce any feminism left in your body. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an apology.
Not yet at least. You wanted to play just a little.
“Fuck you and your apology.” You spit out, smirking when Taehyungs smile turned sour.
Something tells you, you probably shouldn’t have said that but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.
Your heart and pussy waited for what he was going to do and you think you don’t have to wait long because Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment before getting up from his position to let go of your hands. He sits up on top of your thighs, and sinfully licks his lips while untying the strings of his sweats. His eyes hooded and dark with lust.
“You know what y/n?“ Taehyung spoke as his slender fingers pushed sweats and black Calvin Kleins down to reveal his thick aching cock. He strokes himself, grunting when you try to sit up.
But no, he was in charge right now, you weren’t going to have your way,” I’m going to give you one last chance. This time think about what you’re going to say sweetheart. Really think about it.”
You don’t think about it, you just let the words slip from your lips.
“Fuck you.”
Taehyungs had enough, he decided right then and there that he was going to ruin you. You deserved no mercy. He moves on top of your body so his cock now hovers your face. Taehyung smoothed his hand down his cock before growling out his command.
“Stick your fucking tongue out.” Taehyungs jaw
clenched as he messily rubbed his tip all over your lips, you looked up at him with hooded eyes before obediently opening your mouth to lewdly stick your tongue out for him. His dark expression quickly shut you up, but also excited you.
“Good girl.” Taehyung rested the head of his leaking cock on your outstretched tongue and slowly rocked against the warmth and wet of it. Spit gathered on the corners of your mouth, waiting to be collected by him.
“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung breathes out a moan before feeding more of his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and huff, you've wanted to choke on him ever since you saw his bulge earlier.
You understood now, you didn’t want to just rip his dick off, you wanted to rip it off from coming on it so hard.
It all makes sense.
Taehyung doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not, he reaches the back of your throat and you gag on him,”Baby, Ah, your fucking mouth-“
The feeling of your throat around him has his hips diving deeper into your mouth, fucking it softly for the time being.
He enjoys the way your hands claw at his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches his skin. You gag repeatedly, brain begging you to do the sensible thing and take it out.
But a hot combination of his hitched moans, and the way he stutters your name makes you want him to live in your mouth. He fucks harder and a little faster like it wasn’t your mouth he was fucking. You breathe through your nose like you’re a pro but you love the way he suffocates you.
“You look so good gagging on my cock yn,” Taehyung moans and pulls out so you can breathe, you practically gasp for air but quickly lick the tip that he so lewdly smacks you with. Arousal shoots down your spine directly in your pussy, making it sticky and impatient,” you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers as his cock makes itself comfortable in your mouth again. His hand threads through your hair as he continued his harsh pace but Taehyung feels his edge coming at an alarming rate. Maybe it’s because its the added love in his bones but he pulls back, cooeing when he sees a string of saliva and precum connecting you two. It snaps against your lips and he wants to lick you clean.
Taehyung hastily removed himself from your chest to get rid of his clothes, excitement surges through your body so you wait patiently.
“You okay baby?” He asks when he sees you cleaning the corner of your mouth.
You nodded, feeling shy that you couldn’t take his cock like you wanted to. You wanted him in the deepest part of your throat but your gag reflex was your worst enemy.
“You did really good,” Taehyung lays on top of you once again to kiss the ghost of his love bites that bruised your neck ,”do you want your reward?”
“Y-Yes please.” Your voice was rough, making your blush harder than you already were. Taehyung harshly undresses you, ripping open your shirt to reveal that his suspicions were true, you had no bra underneath. He throws it somewhere you absolutely do not care for at the moment, you squealed when his hands yanked your panties off, nearly dragging you along with them. His lips quickly wrapped around your nipple, sucking on the bud so softly it contrasted to his other hand that pulled on one harshly. You whined but he doesn’t stop until your nipple is swollen and glossy with spit.
Taehyung slowly leaves kisses on every inch of your body until he reaches your pussy, it practically glowed with arousal. He placed sweet kisses around you, until his arm reached over to uncover your clit and wrap his lips around it. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of even just a tiny bit of suction, he just wanted to feel your clit on his lips.
You looked down at Taehyung, whining and silently begging him to do anything but you weren’t prepared for the soft, wet tongue on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair. He pulled back from your clit to nip and bruise his art on your thighs,” I’ll never get tired of this.”
Taehyung wet his lips before his jaw dropped open to lick your slit in one slow motion, you wanted to call him a pervert but he stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. You whined again pulling his curls to get him closer, deeper in you but his arms anchored you around his head as his plush lips wrapped around your clit once again but this time giving it the sweet suction it wanted.
You sighed before closing your eyes as Taehyung dived down to lap at your hole that was practically leaking. Taehyung feels like you haven’t learned your lesson though. You haven’t apologized or even told him that you felt the same way he feels for you. Taehyung wants you to yelp in pain, he wants you to push his head away from your glossy cunt so he cruelly pulls away from your pussy to very lightly bite down on your swollen clit. You do exactly what he wants and squeal from the pain, you're calling out to him asking him what he’s doing but he repeatedly bites down, dragging his teeth until the word ’stop’ sits on the tip of your tongue. And as you’re about to scream out, he suddenly pulls away from you. Taehyung settles on top of your body once again to kiss your swollen lips.
“What’d you do that for?” The tears on your eyes bring him satisfaction.
“I'm sorry baby you didn’t like that?” Taehyung kissed the tears that formed because of him.
“I’ll make it up to you~” he cooed and traveled down your body once again to kiss your clit in apology. You winced in sensitivity but felt your edge a lot closer because of the pain.
“I’m- I‘m gonna cum Taehyung-“ You huffed, fisting the blankets when you feel his tongue softly lap at your clit. Your pussys pulsating, wanting its release, you’re so close, so close. You feel it glowing at the tips of your fingers.
But Taehyung feels you clenching around his tongue and that’s when he decided that he was done.
“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” He smirked.
“Taehyung!” You pulled his hair so his face hovered over your very abused pussy but he pushed your hands off to crawl on top of your body to face you. His lips are shiny and puffy as he licks them clean, you whine when his tongue licks the underside of your jaw, over your lips and cheeks. Taehyung spreads your essence all over your face which makes your pussy glow with want for him.
You wanted more though, you feel like you deserve more. You’ve been good, you’ve been listening to him and not talking back.
So why isn’t he touching you?
You decided to risk it and guide his hand that’s on your hip, towards your pussy, swiftly moving his fingertips against your drenched folds,” feel how wet I am Taehyung.” You whisper hoping to convince him to touch you but he only scoffs.
“Ya I just made you that wet.”
You push one of his fingers to play with your clit, eyelashes fluttering to convince him more,” you can make it even wetter if you want.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue before nipping at the spot right under your ear.
“What a selfish, needy brat, trying to take something without giving back.” He scoffed,” I’m not fucking you until you admit that you like me.”
“Taehyung I can’t,” you whined, humping his hand that was between your legs,” it’s embarrassing.”
“Why?” His fingers teasingly rubbed circles around your clit, never giving you the pleasure you craved,” you weren’t shy about gagging on my cock but you can’t tell me about your feelings?”
You huffed against his neck, he was right but you felt your whole body blush just thinking about confessing your feelings.
Feelings. Yuck.
“Ilikeyou.” You quickly muttered, feeling satisfied with it you moved to kiss his puffy lips.
But he wasn’t having it. He wanted to hear you say it, he wanted to memorize the way the words sound coming from your beautiful pout, like a poem that swoons his heart.
“Nope,” he moved his head away,” Loud and Clear, exactly like how you were moaning my name earlier.”
Taehyung smirked, watching you with hooded eyes as you brought his hand from your pussy up to your mouth. You both stare at the string of your release connecting his fingers. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. Lust took over all of your senses so you didn’t think twice before licking all over his hand. The wet of your saliva replaced the wet that shined from your pussy, making him groan. Taehyung stared at your mouth, and the way you lightly sucked on his finger. His mouth agape and occasionally cursing from how good it felt.
“Fuck turn around,” Taehyung quickly lifted himself from your body leaving you cold and aching,” get on your knees.”
You do as he says, now believing that he won’t give you what you want unless you’re good. You wiggle your ass for him, hoping he’d just tear your pussy apart but Taehyung scoffs and slaps the flesh of your ass. It leaves a red mark of his hand and he gulps, but he won’t slap you a second time.
He spits on his cock and watches you reach behind you to spread your lips apart for him. Taehyungs tip hovers over your clenching entrance like a cute sort of kiss to you. He almost wants to giggle but your whine brings him back and he roughly thrusts the very tip inside. You wince but love the pain that gives you goosebumps. He slowly feeds you more, totally getting off on your moans and whines. He feels on top of the world right now, he’s dreamt of this moment for years and now here you were the woman of his dreams begging him to fuck you into oblivion.
Your clenching feels delicious on his cock, it leaves him speechless. He won’t speak if it means he gets to hear you wanting him. Taehyung pulls out just so his tip is in you but then suddenly rams his whole cock back inside. You have to hold on to the wall in front of you otherwise his thrusts would send you into a concussion.
“Is this what you want Y/n?”
“Yes! Oh fuck-“ you choked on your spit as Taehyung rammed into you, his pace hard and rough,” Taehyung oh my god-“
“You like it sweetheart? You like my cock?”
He hands gripped at your ass, nails digging into your cheeks.
“Tell me how much you like it, Y/n.”
The bed frame starts to smack into the wall but neither of you care. You only care about the feeling of his cock stretching you, making you see galaxies.
“Y/n,” Taehyung smacks your ass, this time with a heavier hand,” talk to me baby.”
“F-Fuck me,” you moaned as you arched your back so you can get that extra stretch from him,” Harder- please-“
Taehyung abruptly pulls out, you whine for the millionth time that night because you were so close and he just had to pull out now? He flips you over as his hands find the back of your thighs. He pushes them to your chest so your pussy was completely vulnerable to him. Taehyung thrusts his girthy cock back inside of you but this time your pussy is a lot more welcoming to him.
He’s a lot slower with his thrusts, but they were still hard and heavy. The sound of his cock hammering inside you brought a deep blush in his chest, he loved it more than he should. The slick noises and skin slapping against each other made him a lot hornier than he was already.
Taehyung feels impatient now, he wants to feel you cum around him. He wants to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
He needs it.
Taehyung towers over you so his cock hits deeper into you. His necklace dangling in front of you, moving back and forth but you're distracted by the finger on your clit that's smothered with his touch.
“Cum for me baby.” he whispers and you feel your orgasm rip you apart, spreading goosebumps all over your skin. It leaves you silently gasping, fingernails digging into his forearms to ground you.
“So fucking beautiful. Fuck!” Taehyung doesn’t stop his pace, instead he moves just a little bit faster. You’re numb from your orgasm but you feel his hips stuttering and fighting through your tight clenching.
“I’m gonna cum-“
You rub his arms and Taehyung falls on top of you, letting go of your thighs to wrap his arms around your body. He pulls you in closer, tits pressing on his chest and the cold of his necklace burns on your skin. You want him to cum in you, you almost needed it.
“Cum in me taetae.”
Taehyung chokes on his spit as he takes in the way his nickname rolled off of your tongue. His cock pulsates inside you,“Ah shit, fuck, baby-“
His cum feels warm and thick inside you, if you weren’t so damn tired you would be fidgeting from the weird feeling but you stay still, letting him fuck his cum inside you. He moans one last time before he makes sure to empty every last bit of cum inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to see his creation. He wants to see the mess he made, the mess he made because of you. Taehyung catches his breath before holding himself up with shaky arms. He sits up, pulling his hips back as his cock hits his stomach with a wet smack. You whine from sensitivity, but you clench knowing what Taehyung wanted to see.
His cum drips out of you, and Taehyung intensely watches it. He licks his lips, very tempting to fasten his mouth back on your swollen pussy but doesn’t because he knew you’d fall asleep and he wanted you awake and noisy.
Taehyung does, however, kiss your clit before going to the bathroom and getting something to clean you with. He comes back and you wince when cleans the drops of cum from you.
You feel your heart swirl with love, maybe now is the perfect chance to give him what he wanted.
“Taehyung I’m sorry,” you sleepily whisper,” I love you.”
Your simple confession and apology was like a silver bullet, excruciatingly piercing his heart and absolutely killing him. He wants to clench his chest but he keeps cleaning you, kissing your sleepy pout.
“I love you too.” Taehyung finally says, with just a little bit of shakiness in his voice. He’s waited for this for so long but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Should he run to Jimin and tell him everything or keep you in his arms until you push him away? He decides cuddling you would be a better option. Besides Jimin is probably having in orgy back in his room and Taehyung would hate to interrupt.
A couple hours later, the sun wakes you up, you groan burying yourself in the warmth of your blankets. Your hand reaches out to Taehyung hoping he’d get the hint and squeeze you but you find the other side of the bed empty, no sign of him. You thought he might be in the shower but when you laid quietly the room was completely silent aside from the hum of the ac. Maybe it was a dream, you think, but the ache between your thighs and the bruises that cover your body were evidence that last night really did happen.
You fucked Kim Taehyung.
And you told him you loved him.
You squealed, completely embarrassed about last night but then you heard a tiny knock on the door and immediately the butterflies in your tummy fluttered all over. You felt nauseous, shaking with an emotion you used to mistake for hate but now know it was love. You groaned before getting up to open the door, you grabbed a robe that was courtesy of Jimins care package. You opened the door there he was balancing three plates filled with different food in his hands with the room key in his mouth. His heart swells and aches seeing you, his hickies on your neck and your pretty face puffy from sleep. Taehyung swiftly walks in before setting the plates on the desk inside. He kisses your cheek before fixing up breakfast.
You’re left to sit on the bed, questions floating inside your head. You figured you won’t get any answers unless you ask them.
“Taehyung what happens now?”
“What do you want to happen now?” Taehyung stopped setting up the plates so he can give you his undivided attention since he knew your mind must be going into overdrive with questions. He pushes you back so you’re laying down, he towers over you, hands on each side of your head. His necklace dangles in front of your face and you have to stop yourself from putting it in your mouth.
“I don’t know,” you huffed,” what do you want to happen?”
Taehyung chuckled, seeing you shy like this was giving him the biggest heart boner,” I want to be in a relationship with you.”
Your eyes grew wide, blush blooming from cheeks to your ears.
“Like…girlfriend and boyfriend?”
“Yes,” he pecks your glossy lips,” girlfriend and boyfriend.”
“That’s so embarrassing.” you whispered which made Taehyung chuckle because of how cute you were.
“Totally embarrassing.” He kissed you once again but this time didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands untie your bathrobe and you feel all tingly again.
You and Taehyung let your breakfast get cold because Taehyung decided that he’d rather be eating you but you weren’t going to miss the bottomless jimimosas that were promised for lunch. So you pushed Taehyung and his dangerous lips away from your swollen clit to get ready. You were nervous since everyone would ask why you both were gone. Everyone knew you hated Kim Taehyung, it was your brand.
You decided to pretend like nothing happened, maybe no one would even notice. You brushed it off and finished getting ready for Jimins lunch buffet.
No one will even notice.
Except they definitely did notice, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing just to gawk at you two. It was so obvious what had happened, and Taehyung, again, didn’t care to hide the obvious. He wanted to flaunt you, he wanted everyone to know that you are his now. He had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off the artwork you left on him. You stood by Taehyung fidgeting and hoping no one would make a big deal but Taehyung never cared about what anyone thought so his fingers easily found yours and laced them together making you blush even harder than you were before. You didn’t push him away which made the scene even weirder to take in.
No one spoke but watched you follow Taehyung as he served your plate. You stayed close to him, feeling incredibly shy. Which was very, very uncharacteristic of you. Usually you’re a social butterfly but now you avoided everyone and even snuggled into Taehyungs side because they just kept staring. Taehyung noticed and kissed your pouty lips. You swore you heard a couple gasps and whispers. That’s when Taehyungs head snapped towards everyone, heart beating with annoyance.
“What?” Taehyung spoke to everyone at the table,”I can’t kiss my girlfriend in peace?”
Jimin chuckled, biting his lip since he expected you to be the one with the fiery response,” Kiss your girlfriend all you want taetae.”
Taehyung grinned and kissed your cheek with a greasy smile. You whined and nudged him off of you but you exhaled the anxious cloud that built up in your chest, you felt glad that everyone there accepted this change.
Yourself included.
A/n: 🫣🫣🫣 this took longer than expected 🫶🏽 sorry for taking so long to write it but also let’s all flood my Sam @justanotherstarlightmonger with love because without Sam????? This fic would still be in the drafts….
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Summary: being friends for 10 years means nothing, especially when he betrays your trust so easily.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader; Taehyung x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, friends to (?)
Warnings: Jungkook being a dumbass and jerk; random people making fun of oc; Taehyung being that supportive friend!; jungkook thinking with his dick; slight smut (jungkook not oc); broken promises; there’s some moments even I cringe (sorry!)
Author’s note: hopefully it’s posted as the revised version because I can’t possibly remember everything that gets deleted once I publish it.
masterlist → I loved you | 01 | 02
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“Ma’am, we really need this table. Are you sure your friend is coming?”
“Yes I’m sure, he’s… just in traffic” you argued back, while stuffing yourself with bread. Bread, that soon will run out, seeing as you haven’t stopped shoving it in your mouth every-time a waiter would stop by and ask the same thing.
You couldn’t help it, whenever you happen to be nervous or embarrassed, you would eat anything.
“For 3 hours?” The waitress sassed, as if it were in their job description. Especially with the way she stared at you, up and down. She was looking at you from head to well, whatever she could see.
“Yeah! He lives far away, okay?” You snap, annoyed with the questions that have such obvious answers.
Your worst nightmare has started to become your reality. You were being stood up, and by your friend! It was just too embarrassing to fully process, and confess especially since he made the reservations, as a way to make up for flaking every single time you both planned something together.
It seems like he never learns. You wanted to get up from this uncomfortable chair, but your legs forbid you from doing so. Not because they were tired, or asleep but because they had too much pride. Your legs didn't allow you to admit that you were friends with someone, who clearly did not prioritized or cared for you. Seeing as he didn’t even try to call or text you, to let you know that he was in fact not showing up.
And the staff, that kept bugging you with their stares, and whispers, that were incredibly loud, and cruel.
“Yeah, she’s clearly lying. I mean she’s been sitting for 3 hours! it’s quite pathetic” the brunette, green eyed girl, laughs. Her annoying, identical co-workers followed along. It looked like they were in choir, they harmonized every time they made a joke about you.
“There must be a rule about kicking people out after a certain amount of hours” the taller one interjected.
“Or a rule about employees gossiping rather than doing their actual job” Jungkook chimed in. His face was red with anger, and exhaustion from the lap he had to do to get here on time or well just arrive in general.
“Oh! We weren’t-“
“Doing your job? Yeah, I noticed” he scoffed.
“I apologize sir” the brunette hair girl, slightly bowed hoping this would excuse her poor behavior. She kept looking at Jungkook, to see if he was willing to show her mercy. She side glances the other coworkers, and nudges them to also ask for forgiveness.
“Yes! We are extremely sorry” they harmonize again.
“Yeah, well you shouldn’t apologize to me. I’m the asshole who showed up 3 hours late. The one you should apologize to, is over there looking beautiful” he points towards you. The girls eye each other, trying their hardest to resist rolling their eyes.
They simply nod and walk towards your table.
You noticed them all come together like a flock of birds. You reach out to the basket for the bread, and notice that you have already finished all of it again.
You attempt to sit up, trying to fix your posture. Especially since these girls are making you feel inferior, as if they were better looking than you. The worst part was that they were.
“Good evening ma’am. We would like to apologize for the words that came out of our mouths”
You turn your head left and right, and try to spot any cameras or microphones. Were you being punked right now? Because it sure felt like it.
But through your inspection, your eye caught a man with a smile to die for. His bunny teeth softened his look, especially since he had just finished his meeting, meaning he had his well ironed suit on. There’s no doubt that the clothes someone wears helps their appearance, but with him, it was slightly different. It didn’t matter what he was wearing, because his face and body made him rock anything.
You try to fight back the smile that was about to sprout. You almost want to wave the waitresses off, but by the looks of it, this was Jungkook’s doing.
“And what exactly were the words that came out of your mouth? You know, to be fully aware of what I should be accepting forgiveness for” you make an insane amount of hand gestures, because that’s just how you express yourself.
You felt in an oddly satisfying way, proud and confident. There was just something about karma. You hated it when it meant you getting the short end of the stick, but right now, it was the best thing ever made.
Everyone stayed silent. No one had the courage to admit to what they had said. It made no sense, not even a minute ago they were tearing you apart and now they couldn’t think of a single thing?
“Yes?” You questioned. “Did you need me to remind your boss? Because I can easily give them the list of horrible things you said to me. I mean I was just minding my business, and there you were” you glanced towards the area where they had their “meeting”.
“No! It’s- we are very sorry for calling you pathetic, a liar and….loser”
You nod your head, while your lower lip is tucked behind your upper lip. The employees continued staring at you, and you couldn’t resist it anymore. You burst in laughter, and you hear that deep but gentle laugh getting closer. The vein on your forehead was becoming visible, and that just meant you could hardly breathe.
Jungkook grabbed the chair, and moved it backwards to give himself enough space. He stared at your hysterical state, and couldn’t help but laugh along with you. This was not a joke, but it was so damn hilarious.
“You guys can leave” you shoo them away. “So you won’t tell on us?” They instantly questioned.
You and Jungkook gave each other a look and shrugged.
“Nah, you work at a minimum paying job, I shouldn’t throw you more obstacles by getting you fired” they all growled at your accusations. They were doing fine, so who gave you the right to tell them they weren’t?
“I would leave if I were you. She’s hungry and angry, it’s not a good combination” Jungkook whispered, as a wide smile began to spread.
You were sure that they wanted to cuss you out instead of walking away, and they might even possibly spit in your food but you didn’t give a fuck. You had a splurge of energy, confidence. You felt like you were on top of the world.
But your eyes caught a glimpse of the reason for your current outburst of confidence. You fiddle with the spoons, as you prepare for Jungkook’s lame excuse.
“I really didn’t forget about you!” He waved his hands in front of you. His eyes filled with terror, they widen the second you were alone.
“Look. I might not have called you out in front of them, but I’m over it— this. Jungkook you can’t keep promising something, and then breaking it like nothing” Your voice sounds more like a whisper, due to the exhaustion of reminding someone everyday to do better, and instead receiving worse.
“Do you think I want to break my promise? Answer honestly, I won’t get mad” he clenched his teeth, already showing you that he was preparing to get angry.
“I don’t know,” you mumble. “But it doesn’t seem like you care too much for it. I mean you break them every single time. I can’t remember a time where you actually followed through” you shake your head, annoyed at the fact that you actually couldn’t  remember the last time he actually did something for you.
“Y/n…” he tried grabbing your hand, and you pulled away instantly.
“Don’t… if you can’t keep whatever comes out of your mouth, then don’t” you nibble on your bottom lip, attempting to hold the cries that are trying to break out.
“I’ll change. I will”
They shouldn’t hold any significance to you, especially when he hasn’t given you a single reason to believe in them. Yet still, you interlock your hands with his, and give him a gentle smile.
He knew he wouldn’t, you knew he wouldn’t,but still you both chose to lie.
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The hardest part about loving someone or more like loving him was that he didn’t love you back.
You could give anything-everything, and still you came out shorthanded. The worst part was that you blame yourself, over and over again. Why did you keep failing? Why didn’t he love you back?
“She’s gorgeous” he introduces his devilishly handsome, and perfectly angled smirk, his wine glass slowly reaches his mouth, while his hand, his veiny hand wraps around the cup. He sips his drink as if he were some rich man, pfft he was anything but that.
You knew he was allowed to feel the way he did. After all, who were you? Just a friend, a friend he relied on or more like used but you let yourself so, can you really blame him.
“Yeah she is” you play with the handkerchief that was handed to you seconds ago, due to your random nosebleed. Maybe, it was the loss of blood that made you feel all jiggly, or maybe it was the fact that his attention always lands his eyes on some beautiful, tall and thin lady, even her tan was perfect.
Your nose bleeds kept streaming down, and straight to your mouth, but still the main attraction of that night was that beautiful, or gorgeous lady as Jungkook said. His eyes were only focused on her, and she knew it as well. In fact, she kept bending down, her back— or more like her ass— was facing Jungkook, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that she was doing it to grab attention.
You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at her attempts, and yet it bit you back in the ass when Jungkook fell for every single one of her attempts. He stood up and walked directly to her, despite asking you not even a second ago if you wanted to leave and take care of your nosebleed.
The worst part of this night was the humiliation you had to face. First, he arrives three hours late, which made the waitresses laugh right in your face. And sure he defended you, but what was the whole point of doing that, if he was planning to ditch you the whole night. He ended up proving them right and you wrong.
He also kept making up the worst excuses possible to leave you, and then come back marked up, and not in the mood to even talk or respond to you.
“Where are you going now?” you stare at him, as you spin the wine in your glass.
“The bathroom?”
“Again?!” you answer louder than you intended, gaining you a couple stares of the couples, and people in that very room.
“Yeah?” He laughs it off.
Guess it’s another night where you walk home, while he takes the random beautiful girl home.
Maybe someday you’ll be his first option
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“Did he actually show up?” your coworker asks. It wasn’t even you who told him about your friends' occasional absences, he witnessed it himself.
“Yeah, he did” you respond rather quickly, to avoid suspicions. However, you might have answered too quickly, Taehyung brings his eyes closer together, squinting, and observing your facial expressions.
“So why are you moody”
“I’m not moody!” You argued immediately.
“You can lie to yourself all you want! But to me, that’s just messed up” he pouted, saddened by the mistrust and lies you were trying to feed him with.
“Okay! I’m sorry. It’s just— never mind it’s stupid”
You shouldn’t say it.
“Well, when you put it like that” he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, if I tell you, you have to promise me to listen and not talk” you raise your pinky, getting ready to avoid all the voices in your head that tell you to stay quiet.
“Give me more realistic options”
Just like that you were regretting your choice. Your face went blank, there was not a single emotion present. But that’s what happens when someone tries to be funny, and doesn’t succeed.
You glared at him.
“Sheesh, eat bread or something”
You glared again.
“Fine! I’ll shut up” he ran his finger across his lip, ‘zipping’ his mouth completely shut. He even threw the fake key, to show his determination.
You nod along and continue speaking. “So after we talked everything out, he kept paying attention to anything but me,” Taehyung nodded along as you told your story. “Like out of nowhere, he just kept going to the bathroom”
“Food poisoning? That’s the story you’re giving me?”
“Just shut up and listen,” you continued.
“Well, the first couple times I tried convincing myself that it was that. But then he started coming back with hickies, and his zipper was always undone”
“This is getting interesting! Let me serve myself some wine, you want some?”
You immediately agree.
He pours you some, then him. He went to his sitting form, which was just one leg over the other.
“Anyways, back to the story. Every time he left to “pee” he started to take longer to come back. I was obviously annoyed, because I had already waited 3 hours for him” you put three fingers up, emphasizing the wait time.
His eyes darted between his phone and you. He wanted to be a hundred percent present, but his phone kept buzzing and steering him away.
“What happened next?” he sips on the wine.
“He never came back,” you groaned. You cover your face with your hands, as you bend down, attempting to cover every piece of you. It was far too embarrassing.
You get splashed with wine all over your face. Spit landing inside your wine glass, and well practically all over you.
“What?! He didn’t?”
“He didn’t” you continue to drink the wine because at this point you could care less about anything.
“Have you texted him or called him?!”
“Why would I? He ditched me, if anything he’s the one that should be contacting me”
“Has he?” He crossed his arms, while his left eyebrow arched, and slowly the right one followed along.
Taehyung couldn’t explain it himself but he was filled with anger. He wanted nothing more but to beat the living crap out of Jungkook.
You look down, and shake your head.
“He didn’t” you shrug. “It’s nothing new so… It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have expected anything else”
“You shouldn’t have to expect something from him. He should just be a good friend, and have human decency”
“Yeah…. well” you drag on while looking away.
You knew if you admitted that Jungkook had anything but human decency, you’d be in another lecture. And the lectures always consisted of things you knew, but don’t plan on changing anytime soon. So what’s the point of telling him?
Except Taehyung wasn’t an idiot, and because of that he always knew what to ask.
“Tell me, how did you get home?”
“It was perfect weather for a walk” you commented, or more like tried to joke. The joke being that you were in fact forced to walk all the way back while your friend was god knows where.
“He made you walk?!! Oh he’s done for” he shouted.
His whole face looked like it was about to explode. The redness scared you, it almost looked like he couldn’t breathe or was out of air. He was angry, and well he had every right to feel that way but still, you didn’t want to hear it.
“Taehyung! Taehyung!”
He ran out the door. You could have easily ran after him, but your feet prevented you from doing so. You had finally come to terms with what happened last night.
He broke another promise. You expected it, so why did he hurt so bad?
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“Your friend won’t tell, right?” She heavily breathes, as she attempts to take off her extra small, and extra tight shirt.
Jungkook knew it was wrong of him to keep leaving you alone every given time, but he couldn't help it either. His dick was doing all the thinking, which clearly was none.
He was already hurting you by paying attention to a different woman, but if you knew who he was hooking up with now, you’d be wrecked. Only he could be turned on by the waitress that was laughing at you, not so long ago.
“Nah, she’s over it” Jungkook places kisses on her neck, leaving love bites behind. He was able to take in her perfume. The scent of flowers came to mind, and he was stuck in a trance. He knew he had to go back to you, but it was so hard to do so, when he was hard himself.
“But I was very bad” she raises her pitch, and attempts to speak seductively. She bites onto her lips, almost ripping off her skin. It was not a pretty sight, but if Jungkook closed his eyes and pictured  her body, her smell, and eagerness to fuck him, then he had created the perfect balance.
“Turn around” he speaks in a lower tone, practically growling at her to listen to his command. And she does, faster than she could say his name. Which she was planning to do, a lot.
“I’ll teach you to behave better” a huge sound was heard. He had just slapped her butt with all the force he had, he had promised to punish her, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
His mind was engrossed in sex and more sex. He didn’t care nor think of what you were doing, or thinking. It sounds horrible, but he knew you’d forgive him and for that reason, he chose sex over you.
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You tried calling Taehyung, and every time it went to voice mail. It was simply unimaginable. The scenarios that you were created in your mind, that is.
‘Pick up!’ You voiced.
You wanted nothing more than to confirm that they were both okay, and have not been hurt.
But it felt like you were running out of patience and silly reassuring words, because at the end of the day you didn’t know shit.
You place your phone in your pocket, and start putting your thinking cap on, because anything is better than staying still waiting for a response.
Maybe you should just drive to Jungkook’s place? But.. you didn’t want to see him, you simply could not face him after his little act. Still you managed to convince yourself knowing that this was the only way to confirm Taehyung hadn’t done something dumb and in the process hurt himself.
You hadn’t even stepped out of the car, and you had already witnessed this altercation between the two men you love the most.
You immediately put your car in park, and practically run out of that car, causing you to lose your balance here and there.
“Guys! Stop!” You wave your hands in the air, crossing them in the process.
They both stop and look at you, but when Taehyung was just staring at you, Jungkook uses that opportunity to shove him. He loses his balance instantly, and ends up falling backwards, scraping his elbows in the process.
“Dick!” Taehyung shouts, while rubbing his now scratched elbows.
“Jungkook, what the hell!!”
You run towards Taehyung, and when you’re close enough you reach down to him, stretching your arms out, to give him a lift back up.
“I’m okay, it’s just a little scratch” he softly smiles, in hopes it gives you some reassurance and takes the worried look off your face. He hates nothing more than to see you hurt and worried, because he feels this responsibility of making sure you always feel comforted and safe.
“You’re taking this loser's side” Jungkook scoffs, while crossing an arm over the other. He shakes his head repeatedly to express his anger towards you. Especially since you’re supposed to be his best friend, and you’re taking the side of whoever that person was in front of him.
“Well you shoved him” you snap back, still remaining close to Taehyung.
“Typical” he scoffs. “Well then, I’m glad I chose her over you”
You knew you were never his top priority, in fact he’s made that clear himself. Yet still you convince yourself that deep down he has a soft side for you, that he didn’t just have the title of your best friend but also had actions and words to back his position. But instead you were proven wrong time after time.
You couldn’t even form any words, instead your eyes landed on his. You couldn’t help that your eyes were glossy, and filled with tears. But again it’s nothing that should surprise you.
“You know what, just don’t even bother answering me y/n, stay with him! I’ll just go to her, someone who can truly make me happy!” He spit out with pure venom. It felt poisonous the way it killed you deeply and instantly.
The worst part was, you wanted to hate him but you couldn't do. In fact, you were more in love with him than before. It didn’t make sense to you, and you didn’t want to make sense of it either. You loved him and that was it.
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chateautae · 8 months
daisy | kth. (m)
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➵ summary: sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy.
➵ pairing: taehyung x reader 
➵ genre: rivals/fuck buddies to lovers!au, accidental pregnancy, young parents!au, the fluffiest fluff, light angst, smut
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 16k
➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of addiction + counselling, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, breast fondling, oral (m & f. receiving), face-riding, clit-biting, spanking, dirty talk, deep-throating, ball-fondling, fingering, emotional/passionate sex, rough sex, scratching, creampie
➵ a/n: would you believe me if I said this was originally written in february?? HAHA this is a request by @feelsaesthetic​ for bgn’s 2 hearts, 1 love valentine’s day event!! this fic consists of taehyung, pragma (enduring love), slow burn, and an artist au with m&ms (the perfect first date) <3  I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of your request loves 🥺 thank you endlessly to my loves @taegularities​ & @amourtae​ for betaing and commenting!! (THE TAGS FINALLY WORK YAY) as always, your feedback means the world to me 💓
➵ playlist: die for you by the weeknd
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 You smile tentatively, swallowing dryly as you stand in front of a trendy restaurant; sleek with its atmosphere, cozy with its interior. Similarly, your companion clears his throat with a fist over his mouth, restlessly shuffling his feet. 
 It’s quite comedic how you’re nervous for this date tonight, as though it’s with some Godforsaken unknown tinder fling. When in reality, you’re going on a date with the estranged man you have a five-year-old child with; Kim Taehyung. 
 You both wait in line patiently side-by-side. To say this is awkward is an understatement, or merely a guess, you're uncertain. It's not as though things are painfully intolerable between you two, nor is there suffocating hatred that's rendered you incapable of speaking to each other. 
 It's not at all like the man standing next to you is your once blood-boiling rival turned ‘I-share-50%-of-my-DNA-with-you-through-a-child-because-we-had-sex’ acquaintance. This is the first time in years you’ve both even decided to entertain a night out together; for a real date.
"Hey, do you think you'll be okay in these heels?" Taehyung leans down and asks, and all would be well if it wasn’t for the soft, warm palm he tucks against the small of your back. 
 You gulp immediately. 
 "Yeah, I'm-I'm good," you reassure him, fumbling on your words. God-fucking-dammit, how does his touch still leave your heart sprinting and your tongue twisting? It’s been years. 
 "Alright, just making sure." He politely smiles; you despise that it's still as handsome as ever. 
 Once the line begins ushering forward and Taehyung speaks to the hostess about your reservations, you're both led towards your seats. It’s located on the rustic second floor of the restaurant. Crisp, clean-cut furnishing, wooden light fixtures, enchanting decor, and a garden-like colour scheme to complement—it’s delightful. Your table even offers a sweet view of the vibrant city that eventually disappears around a stunning beach, too.
 Impressed, you whisper to Taehyung. "This is a really nice place." 
 Taehyung leans over. "I wanted to get a nice place for you." 
 Biting your lip, you're both introduced to your table. You graciously thank the hostess before tugging out your chair, only for Taehyung to instantly stop you. 
 "Woah, hold on," he calls out, pulling out your seat instead. The gentlemanly action makes you quite sheepish; you’re not used to chivalrous treatment by him. Taehyung smiles sweetly, managing to capture your heart and hold it hostage. "I can help you remove your coat, too." 
 Lost, you gaze wondrously into his woodsy brown eyes. Taehyung lightly laughs, and his hands find purchase on your lapels. You gently shrug your jacket off, and Taehyung places the item neatly on the back of your seat. 
 He finally rounds the table and removes his own coat, revealing his sophisticated, dapper button-up. It appears brand name and expensive, and you inadvertently gush at how handsome he looks tonight. Hair styled so that a few pieces frame his forehead, his rings glinting upon his fingers, his open collar revealing his chiseled collarbones, golden chest, and the silver chain he adorns.
 A chain that brings back a myriad of memories. 
 Sighing to yourself, a waiter approaches your table in the midst of your swooning. Taehyung requests a fancy wine for your table, and after perusing the menu together, your food is ordered. 
 Now, you sit silently across from each other while fidgeting, the air cumbrous. There's a dense feeling of apprehension between you two, though it’s well-warranted. A date is something utterly outlandish for the pair of you. 
 Your history together is rather… complicated. 
 "So…” Taehyung starts, anxiously rubbing his palms together—it’s always been a nervous habit of his. “How's Daisy?"
 "She's good,” you respond, distracted with a table napkin. “I left her with Mona tonight." 
 "Ah," Taehyung sucks in air through his teeth, before gently laughing. "She's an... interesting babysitter." 
 You snicker, seeing his point. Your best friend does have a quite unorthodox style of baby-sitting, but your little flower girl adores her aunt Mona far too much for you to deny her. 
 "Could your mom not look after Daisy tonight?” Taehyung inquires, leaning his elbows on the table. “Is everything alright?" 
 His concerned eyes and tone melt your heart, locking your gaze with his sweet one. You feel an array of sensations wash over you—first and foremost, attraction. How does Taehyung manage to appear so devastatingly handsome even after years? You'll never quantify an answer. Second, his undeniable affect on you never truly diminished, huh? 
 His attentiveness right now doesn’t help much, either. 
 "Yeah, everything's alright. She’s just caught up with my dad, you know?" 
 "Shit, I can’t believe I forgot." Taehyung curses. "I should’ve gotten my mom to take care of Daisy instead. Has your dad been okay these days?" 
 Your heart internally gushes, clearing your throat as you adjust to the idea of being like this with Taehyung—domestic. Warm, intimate, sweet; this isn’t the man you’ve known all these years. This version of him is vastly different. "Mhm. His work injury just started acting up again but nothing my mom can't take care of. She’s a nurse, after all.” 
 Taehyung exhales with relief, leaning back in his seat. "I’m glad, I hope he feels better soon." 
 You smile kindly, and Taehyung responds with his own. 
 The renewed silence bothers you, and so you prepare yourself to pose more worthwhile conversation. “How’s… um, the addiction counselling been for you?” You tentatively query. “I hope it’s been okay.” 
 Taehyung gently smiles, nodding. “Mm. Some days are easier than others, but I’m better. Counsellor tells me I have the mindset to quit, just a matter of getting there.” He mindlessly taps the table, focusing desolately on his folded napkin. He appears hesitant, uncomfortable almost, and you feel guilty about asking. 
 You reach over to fix his fork that wasn't quite straight, and you manage to capture his attention. Smiling benignly as a form of comfort, he smiles, too. You attempt to neglect the way he shoots an arrow through your heart, his full, luscious lips the pinnacle of your doom. 
 To explain this situation would take an ample amount of time, though you suppose it's alright considering the silence that taints the air now. 
 Taehyung wasn't your boyfriend, or your husband or technically even your ex. He was only your ex-fuck buddy from art school, but was primarily, your irritating rival you’ve known since high school. Ever since the fateful day your class was cursed with assigned seating, and you ended up seated next to a lean, obnoxiously handsome, arrogant fluffy-haired boy with phenomenal talent; it was the beginning of your downfall. 
 Kim Taehyung—you came to know him as—always had a bone to pick with you, and never missed the frustrating opportunity to challenge your art skills with his prodigal ones. Your grades were often top of the class, but so were his, resulting in the divisive pair of you squaring off on numerous occasions to decide who deserved the number one spot. Not a single art class ended without the two of you getting on each other’s nerves or bickering over who the most talented artist was. 
 It's hard to imagine you two wittily arguing over who's a better sketcher now, though, especially considering how much you’ve both mellowed out ever since Daisy. 
 Daisy; now she's a topic to discuss. 
 It was already a nuisance that Taehyung ended up attending the same art school as you after high school, though it was guaranteed when he vowed that he would never let you live a day in peace.
 Hitting up a college party in your third year, you despised running into the frustrating idiot after he already trashed your project in sculpting class earlier that day. A menace on and off campus, still your (stupidly) handsome arch nemesis, and a constant contributor to your daily headaches—that was Kim Taehyung: art school edition. 
 You remember rolling your eyes when you waltzed into the main area bustling with dancing, sweaty bodies, only to find his obnoxiously sexy ass already eyeing you from across the dance floor. 
 It was seriously a crime how much more gorgeous he grew up. 
 Your snippy attitude that night didn't shoo him away—it never did. In fact, it rather invited him to you, and sometimes you considered whether Taehyung was a masochist or not. 
 “Oh look, if it isn’t the person who doesn’t know how to proportionally structure the weight distribution of a Contrapposto sculpture.” Taehyung dramatizes. 
 “Oh look, if it isn’t the dumbass who forgot what the Mars of Todi is.” You counter. 
 “You’re the same person who forgot you’re supposed to distribute the weight on the engaged leg! Just admit that you’re a shitty carver and I’m better.” 
 “And you’re the same person that fucked around too much and made me ruin the weight in the first place! Just admit you feel threatened by me, asshat.” 
 With alcohol corrupting his judgement and your klutzy self already tipsy, your usual scuffles at the party were endless. The previous incident in class had tensions between you two on a highline, but as the night progressed, it became rivetingly thick. 
 And tension between you two? Absolutely nothing new, especially after the few times you’d both already gotten handsy and intimate, until eventually succumbing to the massively hot energy you’d both spent ages denying. 
 There really is a thin line between love and hate, you discovered, because you realized behind every argument, every showdown and infuriating debate with Taehyung, your body always buzzed with this sort of insatiable, compelling adrenaline; the kind that only a drug could sate. 
 And when you realized that drug was Kim Taehyung, well, saying that you ended up getting fucked by him in an art studio closet a few weeks prior to this was saying the least, because you explored each other’s bodies laciviously that day. 
 Not your fault Kim Taehyung’s sharp mouth could be used for things other than telling you off; and he had a wicked tongue. 
 It’s also not your fault that the art studio was usually deserted, and you and Taehyung were the epitome of perfectionists who often stayed behind to complete your projects. You two could be usually found after hours sculpting or sketching away, and the studio became your go-to place for your many more… sensual projects. 
 Again, not your fault once school began piling up and with graduation dawning on you both, sex was a godly stress-reliever. 
 But Taehyung’s eyes that particular night were captivating—intense. He bore into your very soul with carnal need, and once he backed you up against a kitchen counter, your ass nudging the edge as his arms caged you in, absolutely nothing prepared you for where that night would lead. 
 Inches deep inside you, piston-fucking you into a stranger's bed from behind. After already fingering you, eating you out like a madman, and your essence dripping out of your throbbing pussy, Taehyung shoved himself inside you so hard and fast, you saw stars dancing circles around you—he made you come for the third time that night. 
 Not only that, but your inebriated, stupid fucking brains convinced each other that a condom was useless this one time. Funny how two supposed geniuses went forward with having unprotected sex, huh? You blame alcohol and conveniently, Taehyung’s wicked tongue again. 
 Taehyung would tell the story with you being that one that begged him to be fucked raw, but your account would suggest otherwise; a horny Taehyung speedily asking if you really needed a condom when he was dying to take your raw pussy from behind, and your intoxicated ass insatiably pumping his dick before lodging it inside your weeping cunt. 
 It was a team effort.
 Five years later, here you two are, attending an out-of-place dinner while a daughter of your making most likely watches Frozen for the umpteenth time back home, bugging Mona with questions regarding who her mommy is on a date with, and Mona needing to conceal the truth—it’s with her daddy. 
 Taehyung couldn’t bear living with you and Daisy after your stressful first years parenting her, and opted for purchasing an apartment that wasn’t too far away, but still local. You always wondered why he needed to leave so desperately. 
 "So, I heard Daisy's adjusted to her senior kindergarten class." Taehyung lifts you from your trance, his voice so familiarly deep and rich. You despised that he could always reel you in with it, even if he spent the majority of his time berating your carving skills. "I'm glad. I was scared she'd ask me to start homeschooling her." 
 Recalling that Taehyung's the warmest elementary school art teacher in the world, you wouldn't necessarily mind that. You always found it quite the curveball how his narcissistic self ended up teaching art to young children, but then again, you two are quite… distant now. "How'd you know she adjusted?" 
 "She face-timed me when she was with your mom last week." Taehyung laughs, recalling the memory. "She had her face shoved into the camera the whole time. She's too fucking cute." 
 You giggle along with him, envisioning little Daisy’s chubby cheeks as she rambles, her father whole-heartedly smiling at her. Taehyung observes your reaction, and he starts rubbing his hands again; you wish you could quell his nerves.
 "She... reminds me of you." Taehyung tentatively voices, but you hear it anyway. Your eyes gently glisten under the chandelier lights, a small smile tugging your lips. 
 When you first saw that positive pregnancy test at the age of 21, there was no doubt in your mind who the father was. After a mental breakdown, a panic attack, and marathoning for 15 minutes in the freezing rain, you raided the men's track & field practice that day and demanded that you speak to an asshole named Kim Taehyung.
 The coach was admonishing you until you began openly sobbing, and even Taehyung’s expression was etched with immediate concern. When he situated you both underneath the school bleachers and draped your soaked figure with his training jacket out of courtesy, you told him the life-changing news.
 "I'm... I'm pregnant, Tae. And you're the dad." 
 Perplexed, Taehyung stands frozen for nearly an entire minute. Once you begin to cry harder and you press him for something, Taehyung's expression changes multiple times. 
 "I'm... I'm the dad?" He asks, features woven with disbelief. "Are... are you sure?" 
 "Yes, I'm fucking sure! You're the only guy I'm fucking right now, you dick!" 
 The volume of your voice stuns Taehyung, who lifts his palms in surrender. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm shocked... I'm fucking shocked, Y/N." 
 "We're stupid, we're so stupid. We should've used a condom, we're so fucking stupid." You lament, while Taehyung stares at nothing with desolation. “Why the fuck did you have to come in me that night? This is all your fault.” 
 Taehyung indignantly scoffs. “What the fuck? My fault? You’re the one who begged me to cum inside you.” 
 “Fuck off, you should’ve been more responsible and pulled out. You always say you’re smarter than me and yet you did something as stupid as come inside me without a condom!” 
 “Hello? I was responsible, and with that logic it means you should’ve been more responsible too!” Taehyung argues. “I literally bought a Plan B at 4 in the fucking morning for you. Did you even take it?” 
 “Of course I did, genius. You know they don’t always work.” 
 “I know, woman.” Taehyung shoots back. “We’re both just idiots for having unprotected sex in the first place.” 
 The pair of you stand awkwardly with each other, tears streaming down your face as Taehyung peers off into the distance. He evidently teems with numerous thoughts, just as you do. 
 "I... I have no words. I really don't." He breaks the silence. "I don’t get it… I got you pregnant... I got you fucking pregnant? We have a kid together?" 
 "Yes, fucking Einstein!” You shriek. “Do you need me to spell it out for you?!" 
 "No, it's just kinda shocking when you tell me at my fucking track & field practice! Half an hour ago I was running laps and now I suddenly have a fucking kid with you?!" 
 "Then when was I supposed to tell you? When you were sitting down and sipping some chamomile fucking tea to calm your nerves? I just had the worst panic attack of my entire life by myself. I cried for two hours on my fucking bathroom floor trying to call you, but I couldn't even breathe. I didn't know what to do and now that I'm telling you, you have a fucking problem with it?!" 
 "Okay, okay, shh, shh." Taehyung grows concerned about your shaking state, and engulfs you in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and sob unapologetically, quivering in his embrace. His baritone voice filters in over the pouring rain, soothing you. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That’s not what I meant. I'm sorry you went through that alone." 
 You both remain like that for a while, only the sound of droplets sliding down the bleacher tarps and draining against the pavement. His large hands cradling your body feel foreign then, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. Your nerves calm down when he squeezes you a little harder, and you inhale his heady cologne. 
 His voice pierces the silence. “Are you… are you thinking of keeping the baby?”
 Appalled, you glower at him with boiling wrath. “Taehyung, if you tell me to get rid of this baby for even a second, I will tear your balls off and sell them on the fucking black market.” 
 Taehyung’s eyes fearfully widen—he instantly denies you. “No, Y/N. What the fuck? I would never ask that of you, and you know that.” 
 Acquiescing, your mind still rages with provocative thoughts. Once you register the gravity of this situation, soon, agonizing tears escape your eyes, and it was only Taehyung’s thumb swiping them from your cheek that pulls you out of your strife. 
 “What are we going to do, Tae?” You ask, voice thick with emotion. “What are we going to do?” 
 Shaking his head, Taehyung peers at the ground, his expression bleak. He tugs on his bottom lip as he holds back his own tears. “I don’t know, Y/N.” He says, vulnerable eyes finally meeting yours, and for the first time in all the years that you’ve known Taehyung, you see him break. “I don’t know.” 
 It's the waiter setting your food down that fishes you out of your thoughts, startled. You notice you’d impolitely drifted off, clearing your throat to thank the kind server. 
 Once chewing sounds fill the unusual air between you and Taehyung, you realize he’s grown quiet, too. Perhaps you're not the only one who's strolling down memory lane. 
 "So... Daisy’s been drawing." You throw it out there, Taehyung’s once distracted eyes focusing on you again. 
 “Oh, hey, that’s great to hear. Does she rival Picasso like we always said she would?” Taehyung playfully pays homage to an ancient conversation between you two. You recalled it happening when you waited together at the Planned Parenthood health clinic with him, discussing how a child of your making could possibly rival Picasso with your combined talents. 
 It helped ease the grave situation at the time. 
 "She really does," you smile to yourself. "She's... so incredibly talented, Tae. She draws things that are so abstract and yet sound, and she's so creative." You gush about her, a proud grin gracing Taehyung's handsome face. 
 "She really is just like you, then." 
 You become bashful, tutting him. "No way, she gets her talent from you." 
 Taehyung harmlessly scoffs. "Please, we all know the talented one was always you, Y/N." He assures. "I hated admitting it, but I always knew it was true." 
 "Wow, your younger self would hate you right now." 
 "Yeah, well, my younger self was stupid." 
 You gently twirl your fork in your mouth once Taehyung takes a bite of his steak. He leans back as he chews, eyeing you carefully. 
 Taehyung watches you play with the utensil, flitting between your mouth and your eyes. The heat of his gaze is intoxicating, riveting. "Do you remember sophomore year? Namjoon's pool party?" 
 The second he brings it up, you snort. "No fucking way you're bringing that up." 
 "I have to, strawberry shortcake. It's the funniest story on Earth." 
 You roll your eyes as your fork falters from your mouth. You couldn’t believe he still stuck with calling you ‘strawberry shortcake’ after you became a cake maker. Unoriginal. "What was funny? The way you gave me a sore throat after fucking my face in his bathroom or Namjoon finding us screwing over his myth & lit paper?" 
 Taehyung immediately breaks out into infectious laughter, and he hides his precious smile behind his fist. "Shit, the look on his face when he found me balls deep inside you over his Cupid & Psyche analysis. I'll never forget it." 
 "Get out. I’ll always remember you saying that us fucking over it was a good secondary source for ‘passionate love’.” Taehyung immediately snickers, and you need to slap a palm over your mouth too, your own laughter undeniable. “And really? No regard for my throat after you destroyed it?" 
 "Hey, didn't I bring you food and medicine for over a week and watch Jeopardy with you every night?" Taehyung reminds you, and you reluctantly roll your eyes, folding your arms. 
 "I remember something along those lines, but mainly us bickering over answers." 
 Taehyung gently laughs, reaching over the table to sip some of his water. You abhor the way it causes his Adam's apple to bob, only emphasizing the Godly carving of Taehyung’s neck. You were always so weak for his neck. 
 "You're right. I also recall our Mario Kart session ending up with me eating you out until my jaw hurt. It was your revenge, remember?" He adds. 
 You wheeze, flashing back to that steamy night. "And Mona ended up catching us in the act, too." 
 "Shit, we really had a bad rep for getting caught, huh?" 
 "It's no wonder everyone voted us best couple when we hated each other's guts." 
 You and Taehyung chortle together before settling down, slowly working through your dinner. 
 "Us as a couple... huh?" Taehyung muses, his eyes focusing on the table cloth before despondently taking another bite of his steak. You similarly toy with your steamed broccoli. 
 "A couple... yeah." 
 Taehyung snorts. "A couple of fuck buddies, maybe." 
 He makes you snicker despite your downcast mood. "We always did end up like that, didn't we?" 
 "Yeah," he agrees, flitting up to find your expression mirroring his; hesitant and nostalgic. "It always started with you calling me a dick every time I hated on your sketching." 
 You stifle a laugh. "You're right. Then you'd say something about actually having a huge dick and when I asked you to prove it, you'd kiss me before I could say anything else." 
 "Your lips were always just really fucking kissable, especially with the amount that you ran your mouth." Taehyung waves around his cutting knife and you send him a glare, but he remains unthreatened, and rather laughs. Your eyes lock with his intensely as you bite back a grin, his own flitting towards your mouth, gently flickering with desire, before he focuses on his food. 
 "They still are..." he murmurs. 
 You catch that despite his low volume, heart smiling within your chest. "That all… stopped being fun and games though, huh?" 
 Taehyung nods. "Yeah, after we had Daisy." 
 "After we had Daisy..." you repeat, tired of your meal. Your mind flashes through the last five years of your life with Daisy. To say it was tribulating is an understatement; ever since you had her, your life has completely transformed. 
 You were never able to finish school, and all the future plans you had dissipated into thin air. Your scholarship for a sculpting program in France was snatched from your grasp, and Taehyung's full-ride to the Glasgow School of Art went kaput, too. 
 Most of your memory consists of fights with Taehyung; distressing nights where you both angrily discussed the outcomes of your futures, finances, how to manage the custody and care of Daisy despite having your individual dreams as prodigy artists— how to live as normal 21-year olds with her in the picture. 
 What was even more ambiguous was your confusing relationship with one another. 
 You knew you loved him. You discovered that somewhere along the twelve years you’ve known him; it wasn't a hard-to-swallow pill. It was rather the kind that you knew you needed to take, but could never will yourself to do so. You were aware your heart would always belong to him, but loving Taehyung was dangerous. 
 Loving Taehyung meant facing all the hardships, challenges, and the reality of your changed lives; it meant sacrificing the comfort of your lifestyle only to float just above subsistence. As much as you two were fully capable adults, sometimes you believe it was the youth in the impossible pair of you that perpetuated the fights, the yelling, the unnecessary drama. 
 The days Taehyung couldn't handle juggling his two part-time jobs, deadlines for his art applications and portfolios, the nights he came to you in agony, with sheer stress weighing his shoulders down. The times he hated himself for not being absent for most of Daisy's firsts, too busy trying to be the father he wanted for your little family. 
 His descent into smoking and the impossible addiction he suffered—he was just so young. 
 Arguments concerning your futures were always explosive. The horrific fight you found yourselves in when you proposed moving to France for your sculpting opportunity, and Taehyung couldn’t stand the idea of uprooting everything you had both built with Daisy here. 
 When Taehyung declared that he was fed up with everything and intended to move to Scotland for his apprenticeship, he had no remorse when you begged him to stay. 
 You went two months without speaking to each other before he showed up at your front door again—he couldn’t abandon Daisy. 
 Sure, with being close to one another and sharing the same pressurizing situation, sex became something that at least bound you two together; it was what landed you here in the first place. The sex was casual, convenient, nonchalant rather than intimate or romantic. Your love lives nose-dived after having Daisy anyway—sharing that you had a 2-year-old child at the ripe age of 23 was never a great way to get laid. 
 So finding yourselves in each other’s sheets became entirely normal; the sex was comfortable, familiar. You understood each other better than anyone, and it was nothing more, nothing less. But even if Taehyung ended up with his fingers shoved inside you beyond an amount you can tally, and you’d memorized every vein on his dick after sucking it numerous times, you two were still impossible. 
 The amount of instances of your schedules conflicting and someone couldn't look after Daisy. Informing your families about your accidental pregnancy, earning the judgemental looks from everyone on campus, sharing the parental responsibilities, the expenses. There wasn’t a single moment where stress wasn't at the forefront of your minds, breeding God-awful tension, hatred and resentment between you two. 
 It was the worst whenever it came to Daisy. 
 What was best for her was your number one priority, that was something you both gladly shared, but the one thing you two could never see eye-to-eye on was parenting her. 
 "Don’t tell me how to parent my kid." Taehyung spits. 
 "She’s not your kid, she’s mine.” You stress. “I'm the one who takes care of her while you’re out doing as you goddamn please." 
 "She's my daughter as much as she is yours. And do as I please? I'm trying to keep this family afloat by working two jobs!” 
“Oh please, save me the sob story, Tae. You’re the same fucking man who’d use his money to buy a pack of cigs instead of Daisy’s baby formula!” 
Fuming, Taehyung accusingly points his finger. “Don’t you dare throw that shit in my face. You know I’m-I’m trying to stop.” Taehyung swallows harshly. “You have no clue how hard I’m trying... the amount of things I’ve sacrificed for you and her.” 
“And you think I haven’t, huh? You think I haven’t given up everything just for you and her? Just to give her the life she deserves?!” You screech.
“And you think I don’t do the same?!” Taehyung’s voice booms in the room. “I'm trying to provide for you and her because I know it's my responsibility as the father. I’m trying my best!" 
 "Then just fucking drop the responsibility, Tae! I told you from the beginning I didn't fucking need your help. You never needed to put yourself through this stress. You didn’t need to stay, you would’ve never developed your addiction, you would’ve been happier... you would’ve been so happy...” Sobs muffle your voice then, chest congested with utter misery. “Please don't try... don’t try to make me feel sorry for you!" 
 "Drop-drop the responsibility?” Taehyung’s disbelief burns in his eyes. “Are you fucking serious, Y/N? She's goddamn half of me!” 
 “And? Do you think I asked for any of this? That I asked to get stuck in this impossible fucking situation with you of all people?” 
 “Do you think I asked for this, too? Are you forgetting that we both decided to have sex that night? That we both share her as a responsibility now?" 
 "And I don't care! I don't care anymore because if all we're ever going to do is disagree then there's no need for us to work together. I can't do this." 
 "Yes we do, Y/N. We work together because that is what our daughter deserves, because we fucking owe it to her." 
 Taehyung drops Daisy's toys on the couch that storming night, and grips your arms seriously. "Listen, Y/N. We both made the decision to bring Daisy into this world, and it'll always be our responsibility to take care of her together, no matter what happens between us." 
 You sniffle as you avoid his eyes, tears cascading down your cheeks. "I don't care if we hate each other, if we can never see eye-to-eye, if there even comes a point when you can’t stand seeing my face. We do this for her, got it?" 
 Inhaling deeply, you don’t answer, and Taehyung's voice becomes authoritative, his tone sharper. "Y/N, look at me right now." 
 You do, tears shaking in your eyes as you wipe them away. "No matter what, we do this for Daisy, right?" 
 Swallowing your turbulent emotions, you nod for him. "Yeah… we do this for Daisy."
 Even if your time raising Daisy together was inopportune, there were genuinely beautiful moments, too. The time Daisy fell ill and you drifted off on Taehyung's shoulder while the both of you stayed overnight at the hospital for her.
 When Daisy crawled for the first time, when she bumped her head for the first time, even when she kicked inside your stomach for the first time. They were all moments with Taehyung that felt infinite, because despite it all, you loved him, and sharing a child with him left your heart devastated in the most intricate of ways. 
 Despite not knowing his true feelings for you, you liked to believe Taehyung loved you, too. It was evident whenever the stress of being a mother crushed you some days, and Taehyung held you as you wept into his chest. When you gave birth and Taehyung unconditionally supported you throughout the entire painstaking experience. Even when he tended to you during your pregnancy and cried for you when birthing complications plagued your delivery, and he nearly lost you. 
You found an entire year later that Taehyung was asked who should be saved in the case of an emergency. 
He chose you. 
 "You remember the first time Daisy ever said her first words?" Taehyung's deep, baritone voice lifts you from your clogged mind again, flickering to him dabbing a napkin to his lips. 
 "Yeah... yeah I do."
 "Proof that she loves her dad more." When Taehyung makes the joke, you deadpan immediately and bunch up your napkin, throwing it at him. 
 “Fuck you, she could’ve easily said mama, too.” 
 Taehyung cleverly catches it, chuckling to himself. "Alright, alright. I'll settle on 60/40 then. She loves me 60% and you 40." 
 You pick up your fork and threaten him with it, to which Taehyung instantly surrenders. You both settle down after laughing, Taehyung spotting the unopened wine and reaching over for the bottle. 
 "I'm glad she's all you, though." He muses, unscrewing the wine. He pours some into your glass before tending to his own, softly smiling. "She's beautiful like her mother." 
 His words feel so… different tonight. Sure, you’ve both become less of raging rivals and rather amicable allies that work together for your daughter, but Taehyung’s never been this… romantic, sweet. 
 You wonder what’s gotten into him. 
 Tears manifest in your eyes once the nostalgia catches up to you, and you quickly try to blink them away. "You're making me remember why we named her Daisy." 
 Taehyung sees your teeming emotions as he sets the wine bottle down, his smile sympathetic. "I remember it like it was yesterday." 
 "You didn't have to... you know." 
 "Of course I did..." Taehyung trails, his eyes softly gazing at you, his voice calm and soothing. "How could I not name my daughter the same thing I called my favourite girl?" 
 Flowers blossom inside your chest, sniffling. Daisy; it was the once obnoxious nickname Taehyung gave you in the ninth grade after he found you lying among them during lunch as you sketched away, only to end up having a horrible allergic reaction to the pollen. 
 You laugh now recalling those days. 
 "It's a beautiful name." You muse. 
 "Beautiful names for my beautiful girls." Taehyung charmingly smiles, and you grow bashful at the sight. You’re forced to hide your face behind your hands; Taehyung is deadly when he’s charismatic, it's what drew you to him in the first place despite his venomous wit and narcissistic tendencies.
 "She does miss her dad, though. Do you think you could spend this Wednesday with her?" 
 "Of course, Y/N. Anything for her." Taehyung immediately agrees, lifting his wine glass and bringing it forward. "Wanna toast?" 
 You quirk an impressed brow, lifting your glass and bringing it towards him. "What should we toast to?" 
 "Hmm," Taehyung thinks, rubbing his chin. "You know, I was gonna say to Daisy, since that makes the most sense. But tonight, I think... we toast to something different." 
 Taehyung's eyes suddenly bore into yours, meaningfully and poignantly, and you become lost in the warm, coffee swirls of his irises. "We should toast to us." 
 Admittedly timid, you smile. "We should." You reply, beginning the toast. "To us... trying new things." 
 Taehyung grins, adding his own words. "To us giving each other a real chance." 
 Clinking each other's glasses, you never stray away from each other's gaze as you down your wine. Even after your glass meets the table’s surface, your chin fits into your hand as you line the rim of your glass, tilting your head as you peer at him. 
 Taehyung leans back in his seat, his eyes heavy with intensity. He drinks once again, your eyes focused on the way his jaw flexes, and has been the whole night. 
 “Why did you invite me out, Tae?” 
 Taehyung swallows his sip and sets his glass down, licking his lips. “Hm?” 
 “Why did you invite me out tonight?” You query, taking a swig of your cherry Merlot, your gaze still hot on him. “For a date, at that.” 
 “Like we said,” Taehyung inhales deeply before exhaling, his eyes glowing with an intangible emotion as they linger on you. “Trying new things, I guess.” 
 You bite your lower lip, sweeping over the sexy smolder of his expression; he never fucking lost it. He may be much more subdued now, but Kim Taehyung’s charisma is surely undeniable. He has a slightly rugged look to him; light stubble and strong eyebrows, broad frame and muscle. Despite the softness of him being an elementary school teacher, Taehyung is aging like fine wine, and that fires up your lady bits to multitudinous levels. 
 And once you remember that he’s a dad, the father of your child at that, it’s hard to shake the sex appeal of him being a 26-year-old dilf.
 You presume Taehyung mirrors your insatiable feelings. His eyes never fail to glance at your cleavage; your boobs did get bigger after you had Daisy. 
 "What do you say we get out of here?" Taehyung ticks his head towards the staircase, taking the last sip of his wine. 
 You promiscuously dress your tone, crossing your legs as you lean onto the table. "Where exactly to?" 
 His irises become coloured with a certain darkness, one that's thrilling. "I was thinking we take a walk on the beach." 
 Intrigued, you agree. "Anywhere you want to take me, Kim." 
 Wetting his lips, Taehyung carefully scans your facial features before roaming over your body, remaining an extra second on your collar bones before sending you a small smirk, and calling for the cheque.
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 “Fuck, my heels won’t do good in the sand.” 
 “I knew they’d end up bothering you.” 
 “And how did you know that?” 
 “Because I know you, Y/N. You hate heels, why’d you even wear them?” 
 “Because I know you, Tae. You like when women wear heels.” 
 “So you wore them for me?” 
 “Shut the fuck up. What do we do now?” 
 “Here, take them off and I’ll carry them.” 
 “Are you sure?” 
 “Of course.” 
 You become giddy. Standing above the boardwalk lining the beach, Taehyung holds out his palm for you to occupy with your heels, his smile warmer than the sun. Sheepishly, you hand the straps to him and he grasps them from you without complaint. You can’t help but consider him the epitome of courteousness. 
 So unlike him. 
 Peacefully promenading down the beach, you and Taehyung breathe in the fresh air as your feet traverse the tufts of sand. It feels tender against your soles, and the evening sun setting illuminates the sky with majestic hues of orange, fluttering your eyes shut when the salty ocean breeze caresses your skin. 
 “It’s been a while since we’ve done this.” You muse. 
 Taehyung peers at your side profile, slowly stepping alongside you. “Done what?” 
 “Just… been in each other’s presence.” 
 Taehyung hums in agreement, nodding. “True, things really changed after I moved out, huh?”  
 “Yeah… we became really distant.” 
 Sighing solemnly, you recall when the feeling of loneliness didn’t consume you when you and Taehyung lived together. Even though sharing an apartment with your irritating rival caused you ear-splitting headaches, small moments of happiness seeped into your everyday lives being parents to Daisy. 
 That feeling of being a team—it was undefeated. Sometimes you were convinced perhaps Taehyung was your soulmate, though you digressed on his behalf. Being with Taehyung would only mean a tragedy, and your messy love life wasn’t something Daisy deserved. 
 It’s not her fault her parents were idiots.
 “Then again, whenever we were together we always ended up either fighting or fucking.” 
 You snort when Taehyung tugs you out of your disquieting thoughts. “Gosh, one of the two F’s, huh? I’ll never forgive Yoongi for that dumb joke; ‘you’ll always find them doing either one of the F’s, fighting or fucking’.” Taehyung guffaws once the words leave your mouth, and his laugh is akin to an angel strumming a harp in heaven.
 “Fuck Yoongi for that. He found us having sex in his room one time and it was over for us.” Giggling at his mimicking tone, you feel a sudden surge of electricity when your hand brushes Taehyung’s. You widen your eyes, swallowing away your shock, because it’s just a simple touch. 
 Surprisingly, you feel the same electric current when Taehyung’s hand brushes yours again. His touch leaves tingles travelling up your arm, observing in your peripheral that he’s… hesitating. He opens and closes his fist, reaching out but aborting his mission at the last second. 
 Finding him endearing, you peer towards the shimmering tides on your left. Suddenly, his warm, slender hand snakes into yours, shocking you altogether. You let a small smile curve your lips then, gently gripping his hand back. You catch the hints of a grin upon his wide lips after you do, too. 
 A silence passes between you two then, though it’s far from dense or prickly, rather soothing, filled with the sounds of the ocean tides crashing upon the shore.
 “I wonder what makes things so different now.” You pierce the quietude. 
 “I mean, we’re still oil and water but… ever since Daisy, ever since you moved out… we’re different. Sometimes I feel like I barely know you as a person…” 
 You recall the last three years or so you and Taehyung decided to split ways. With him physically out of the picture, things became painfully transparent—you and Taehyung will never be. It feels like yesterday you remember handing him the last of his things, and embracing him tighter than you expected when he left—your chest felt empty once he drove out of your parking lot and turned the corner for good.
 Sometimes you’re convinced Taehyung took a piece of your heart with him when he left. 
 “You’re right. I feel like I barely know anything about you anymore, either.” Taehyung adds, squeezing your hand when you shiver. “Other than your number for texting or calling about Daisy, really.” 
 You nod at his statement; he’s correct. You and Taehyung only communicate through calls and text for your arrangements with Daisy. You both still have joint-custody of her and coordinate your days; the weekends for her dad and the weekdays with you, though occasionally Taehyung likes to pick her up on odd weekdays after school for their father-daughter time.
 You were always enlightened that Taehyung never despised or neglected Daisy. He adored her tremendously despite her accidental birth. He always made time for her, and always exercised his effort in the form of unconditional fatherly love. It felt like a blessing. 
 “Pft, all I know about you is the amount of moms that ogle you at Daisy’s school.” You snark. “How’s Ms. Owen doing, by the way? Did she ever catch that squirrel in her garden or is she too busy drooling over you?” 
 Taehyung bellows out a laugh, and it’s like hearing a symphony. “Please, how do you even know that?” 
 “Daisy told me.” You humph, folding your arms. “This Thursday she also told me about all the other mommies always staring at her young daddy and calling him very handsome.” 
 Taehyung stifles a laugh behind his fist, snickering. “Damn, I never really noticed. I’m always too busy talking to Daisy.” 
 You roll your eyes. “What about that Ms. Lucas that always asks you out for a play date with her and her son all the time?” 
 “Stacy?” Taehyung cocks a brow. “Oh gosh, how’d you find out about her?” 
 Taehyung shakes his head. “It seems Daisy’s got some loose lips.” 
 You both chuckle together before Taehyung settles. “It’s honestly nothing. She gets flirty but I always shut her down. I don’t wanna get into a relationship with someone I barely know when my focus is Daisy, you know?” 
 You scoff. “You can say that again.” 
 Taehyung side eyes you then. “Now that I recall, Daisy did tell me about a certain Wooshik at your bakery?” 
 You instantly freeze, caught off-guard. “Wh-what?” 
 “Oh my God, you’re totally flustered. You have a huge crush on him, don’t you?” 
 Glaring at him, you see a hint of some… disappointment in his eyes, but he smiles anyway. 
 You immediately whack his bicep. “Shut the fuck up, asshat. I don’t have a crush on him. He texts me way too much; he’s too persistent. I don’t think he gets the fact that handling the bakery and Daisy is enough for me right now.” 
 The bakery is a bit of a handful for you. You aren’t necessarily well-versed with baking, but with your well-acclaimed sculpting skills, you figured applying for a cake-making position at your local bakery was close enough. Sculpting and decorating cakes quickly became your new muse, and after years of hard work, you have finally earned a senior position. 
 “I completely understand that. Making art lessons for third grade kids is seriously harder than it looks.” 
 You laugh with Taehyung as your feet drag in the soft sand, both of you having unknowingly shifted closer to each other.
 “How’s the bakery, by the way?” 
 “It’s doing well, actually. Recently we had this super popular social media influencer post about us, so business has been booming.” You excitedly tell Taehyung while he whole-heartedly listens, and flashes glimpses at your side-profile. 
 “That sounds lovely, Y/N.” Taehyung grins. “Bet it has to do with that Wooshik always praising your work. What does he call you again as encouragement? ‘The most talented baker in the world’ or ‘the most beautiful baker in the world’?” 
 Gasping, you lift your hand to smack his chest. “Taehyung, how do you know that?!”
 “Like I said, Daisy has loose lips.” 
 You playfully grunt with a roll of your eyes, while Taehyung chuckles. 
 “But seriously… is he… are you guys?” He trails, as though waiting for you to fill in the gaps. 
 You narrow your eyes jokingly. “Why? What’s it to you?” 
 Taehyung’s cheeks redden in colour. “Nothing, I’m just asking.” 
 “Hmm, are you sure? Your cheeks are red, Taehyung.” 
 “No they aren’t.” He instantly denies, his bread cheeks adorably poofing. It always softened your heart how cute he could be despite his sharp tongue, and that he blushed an incredible amount.
 “Yes they are, look how cute you are.” You coo at  him, cupping his cheeks in your palms.
 “Hey, stwop it.” His speech becomes muffled because you’re squishing his cheeks, his lips forming an endearing pout. 
 “Awh, can you say that again?” 
 “Tae~hyung!” You sing-song. 
 “You’re the one that hash chubby chweeks.”
 You gasp. “No I don’t!” 
 “Yes, you do! Where do you think Daisy gets it from?” 
 “No I don’t, I totally lost my baby fat.” You cross your arms with annoyance. 
 “No you didn’t, but it’s cute.” He smiles, fond eyes on you. 
 Grunting with frustration, you immediately start approaching him. “That’s it, give me your wallet. I’m chucking it in the ocean.” You reach for his pocket, Taehyung theatrically exclaiming as he fights you off. 
 “Not my wallet, you thief. Unhand me!” 
 You and Taehyung begin struggling against each other then; you whacking him incessantly and grabby hands aiming for his pocket, all while he holds you back. It’s hard to not laugh when his strength clearly trumps yours, but he’s letting you have some fun. 
 “Alright, that’s enough.” Taehyung suddenly declares, and he grabs hold of your hip and wrist before hoisting you up. 
 You yelp once you’re dangling off his broad shoulder, your world now entirely upside down. “Taehyung! What the fuck?!” 
 He maniacally laughs. “Haha, this is what you get when you point out that I blush.” 
 You exclaim distraughtly, smacking his back. “Ugh, Tae, it’s not my fault you’re a guy that actually blushes. It’s cute!” 
 “And your cheeks make your face cute.” He cleverly argues.
 You’re seconds from rolling your eyes and hollering at him like a lunatic, but he doesn’t give you time. Instead, Taehyung adjusts his hold on you and begins walking… towards the shore. 
 “Oh-Oh Taehyung, you are not–” 
 “What? Sorry, I can’t hear you over all these waves.” Taehyung exaggerates.
 “Oh my fucking God,” you curse, despising his theatrics because you know what he’s going to do. “Get me away from the shore or I’m going to kill you!” 
 Taehyung heartily laughs. “Please, kill me then. I wouldn’t necessarily mind dying by your hand.” Right when you’re going to retort, Taehyung suddenly lands a palm on your ass for a smack. You squeak, becoming the epitome of a babbling fool. 
 “Wh-why… what was that for?!” 
 “Your ass looks good in this dress, I forgot to tell you. Kind of been wanting to spank you all day.” He openly admits, and even though your face is as flustered as ever, you become alarmed, spotting the wet sand he’s walking on now. 
 “Kim Taehyung, I swear if you–” 
 All of a sudden, Taehyung charges towards the shore and contrary to your belief, he doesn't throw you in, rather bolts directly into the water with you in tow. All you feel is a surge of cold waves attacking your skin. You squeal before going under, but Taehyung’s hands remain snug on you, keeping you close. 
 Once you resurface together, Taehyung is a laughing mess, practically guffawing as he wipes water from his gorgeous face. You, however, are not amused, mouth agape at his sheer audacity. 
 “Taehyung, are you crazy? Now we’re all wet!” 
 “I mean, I was always a pro at getting you wet, wasn’t I?” 
 Blinking, you can’t believe his smug face right now. The father of your child really just said to you, and he looks every bit proud having said it. Scoffing, you glide your hand across the water and splash him, Taehyung exclaiming once the droplets smack him in the face. 
 “Haha, that’s what you get for getting me wet, literally.” 
 Swiping the water from his face again, Taehyung then cards his fingers through his soaked locks, casting it all away from his face. The sight you behold then is undeniably sweltering, so much so that your underwear dampens, and not because you’re both currently submerged in water. 
 Taehyung’s exposed forehead haunts you, the hair pushed back from his ethereal face now revealing intimidating eyebrows, his sculpted face structure, and piercing eyes. He licks his lips as he becomes fixated on you, too, just when you glide a hand through your hair. 
 The sunset shimmers between your two bodies, the water reflecting its yellow and orange rays as it slowly tucks itself behind the horizon. The breeze is comforting, the water is lukewarm, and all you can focus on is the sky within Taehyung’s eyes, yearning to become lost in them and never find your way out. 
 You’re still in love with him, you know it.
 You know it because your heart is racing, and it’s because he’s right before you. You know it because when his hands slowly curl around your waist, and he pulls you close, feel your wet chest against his, a current trickles throughout your body, igniting you. You know it because when you’re caught in this meaningful, silent gaze with him, all you feel is the urge to mumble those three words that have ruined you for years, and connect your mouth with his. 
 “You wanna know something funny?” Taehyung suddenly asks. 
 Your palms naturally cradle his biceps, mesmerized by him. “What?” 
 “People never believe me when I say I have a little girl, a five year old at that.” He speaks calmly as his hands cup your waist, and you slowly wind your arms around his neck
 You breathe a laugh, admiring the glowing, honey hue of his eyes in the golden sunrays. “What do you tell them?” 
 “That I…” Taehyung trails, his eyes falling. “ I made a mistake once… when I was young.” 
 Slightly disheartened, you swallow dryly. Your eyes divert themselves solemnly, and Taehyung immediately perks up. 
 “But that it was the best thing that ever happened to me… Y/N. You and Daisy.” He speaks so calmly, so sweetly, he nearly calls your attention back, but you still feel wounded. 
 Suddenly, you feel Taehyung gently grip your chin, thumb and pointer finger fitting snug. He turns you to face him, and when you meet his eyes, they’re dripping with sincerity that could last generations. “I tell them it’s the most amazing mistake I ever made.” 
 Feeling lighter, you softly smile at him. Taehyung appreciates the view, his eyes focused on your lips. He can see the small droplets of water gracing your eyelashes, and he’s never seen anyone more beautiful.
 “What do you say about the mom?” 
 Taehyung chuckles a little, kindly stroking your skin. “I say she’s a pain in the ass.” 
 Scandalized, you move back to splash water on him again, but Taehyung catches you all while laughing endearingly, and that sound is the most familiar, comforting thing you’ve ever heard. “Woah, okay! I’m kidding, I don’t say that. I tell them…” 
 Again, he’s searching your eyes just as much as he seems to be searching for the right words. He gently bites his lower lip, switching between your irises and your tempting lips. 
 “I tell them…” He moves forward, his mouth just inches from yours. His breath tickles your lips, and your heart has never felt so full. “She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and I’m thankful everyday she’s the mother of my daughter.” 
 In the heat of the moment, all you know, see, and feel is Taehyung. The water sloshes about as he decreases the space between you two, and you’re engulfed by his entrancing proximity, his ability to reel you in so easily, and you never mind being enticed. 
 Before you can breathe again, a small chuckle escapes you. You can’t believe this moment at all, and it’s almost funny to you how in love you are with him despite having hated him for years. 
 In all your thinking, Taehyung suddenly leans forward and pecks your lips, planting the smallest of kisses on you. You instantly become timid. 
 “Hey… you just kissed me.” 
 Impish, Taehyung bites back a grin. “Yeah, I did.” 
 Becoming the equivalent of a bashful, flustered girl, your lips form a pout as you weakly hit his chest. “You’re-you’re not supposed to do that.” 
 “Why not?” He’s radiant at your effort to try and hide your smile, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip.
 You meet his eyes, a little restless in the water because you can feel your body desiring every inch of him, and it’s uncontainable. “Because we don’t know what we’re doing, Tae.” 
 “I know what I’m doing.” 
 You tilt your head, eyes round with curiosity. “What are you doing?” 
 Taehyung glides his hand toward your hair, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, and his hand on your waist squeezes you tighter, his eyes poignantly searching yours. 
 “I think… I’m falling in love with you again.” 
 Within a hot, intense second, Taehyung lowers himself to your height, and his lips plant atop yours, catching you for a sweet kiss. He moves his mouth with calculated, thoughtful finesse, kissing you tenderly. It only lasts a few seconds before Taehyung pulls away to capture the reaction on your face. 
 You’re stunned, but the good kind. In hindsight, you shouldn’t be doing this with Taehyung at all. You’re both far too confusing and complicated, and kissing wouldn’t make things any clearer. These feelings inside you should be subdued, should be stomped all over and squashed because after finally finding some stability with Daisy, she doesn’t need her parents stupidly navigating their on-off relationship. 
 But when Taehyung kisses you, you feel infinite. The water disappears, the fresh breeze, the wetness, even that sun that’s wishing everyone a goodnight. He is all you feel, and you’d spend this moment chasing that feeling of infinity with him all you desire. 
 Your hands lift to tread through his wet strands, and Taehyung responds by clutching your body closer. You’re pressed up against him, your damp clothes causing your figures to feel as though they’re naked. 
 The gleam in your eyes must’ve told Taehyung that you want this, because without a word, he slowly dips his head to seal his mouth with yours. You sigh into the kiss, Taehyung’s hands stroking your hips, deliberately feeling your wet body before sliding over your ass, and grabbing you with hot strength. 
 You gently gasp into his mouth when his large enough fingers even tease your core, and Taehyung disconnects to breathe, your noses touching. 
 “I have wanted to do that… all fucking night.” He breathes, the droplets upon his face glistening under the fading sunlight. 
 Breaking out into a smile, you chuckle. “Then don’t wait any longer. Didn’t you always like shutting me up with a kiss?” 
 Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Aish, let me do it again.” Is all he says before pressing his lips to yours, and you inhale his kiss like a starved animal. 
 Taehyung has always been a godly kisser; it almost feels like a privilege to be able to mold your mouth with his. He’s sensual and slow, always uses enough tongue, and right now, kissing him after years feels like earning your first sip of water after lying in a desert. 
 His lips are always so smooth, even taste of honey because of the chapstick he uses. You realize he still uses the same brand, and a smile frames your lips in the midst of the kiss. Taehyung feels it and he smiles, too, groping your ass a little tighter as he presses your hips against his, and you shudder when you feel his clothed member. 
 The feeling drives you insane, and when Taehyung angles his head to pry open your mouth with his tongue, you let him slither inside. You taste him plentifully, tongue traversing the corners of his mouth, and he’s delicious. The Merlot is the cherry on top, and before you know it, the kiss was deep and intimate. 
 Taehyung groans into your mouth when he presses you flat against his crotch, maneuvering your hips to meld with his. You sigh when his tongue swirls around yours and the kiss becomes sloppy, tasting him for all he’s worth. 
 Suddenly, Taehyung disconnects from you, even leaving a trail of saliva between. His large hands mold to your thighs, settling underneath with a tight grip. 
 His lips graze your ear. “Jump.”
 He whispers it so huskily that you succumb right away, leaping into his arms and straddling his torso. The water splashes as he catches you effortlessly, and you attack each other for more insatiable kisses. You giggle sometimes when the waves crash upon your making out, entangled bodies, even squealing when it rises too high and drenches you both. 
 Taehyung laughs with you, and playfully pretends to toss you into the water, but you immediately cling to him like a koala. 
 “Taehyung, don’t you dare!” 
 “Oh c’mon, just once?” 
 “Not if you want to die!” 
 He finds your scared eyes adorable, and he can’t manage how closely you’re cradling him, as though right now, he’s all you need. But especially, when you turn your head and your big eyes peer at him as though he’s your world—Taehyung’s left a pining, mushy mess. 
 Returning for more kisses, he peppers you with sweet pecks before he treads out of the water. You gasp when the waves almost drench you two again, but Taehyung escapes to the beach like a champ, looking towards you before his laughter spills, and so does yours. 
 Taehyung leans down and snatches up your heels that he left in the sand. He supports you with an arm as you cling to him, lips finding his neck for kisses. Taehyung groans when you suckle on his sweet spot. 
 “Fuck, Y/N. You know how I feel about neck kisses.” 
 “I know.” 
 So you continue to pleasure him with a giddy grin, Taehyung even craning his neck for more. You’re far too distracted with kissing him to realize Taehyung has begun walking down the beach. 
 “Taehyung, where are we going?” 
 “To the beach lodging. I need you asap.” 
 Kittenish, you excitedly lean in and press your mouth against his. Taehyung chuckles as he kisses you back, relishing in your sweet lips until he reaches the lodging area. 
 He climbs the stairs with you in tow and reaches the front wooden porch. Thankfully there isn't company, but it’s not like you’d care when you’re with Taehyung, anyway. He sets you down on your feet, and you disconnect from him to gain your breath, but Taehyung provides no time. 
 He instantly hurtles you back against the entrance’s wall, and you moan into his mouth when you hit the surface. With his hands either side of your head, he goes in for the kill, his lips consuming every corner of your mouth. 
 He canvasses down your jaw at some point, and when he reaches your throat, your moans are uncontainable. 
 “Fuck… fuck, Tae…” 
 “Mm,” he hums satisfyingly, his hand without your heels gliding up your body to tighten around one of your breasts. “I know.” 
 You shudder when he finds your weak point and suckles at it, gently biting, licking and sensually kissing you. His large, warm palm skillfully gropes your tit, locating your nipple and even tantalizingly grazing it as you moan—your panties are a fucking mess. His decadent lips travel down your neck and visit your cleavage, stuffing himself between your boobs for kisses.
 Once you hear people chattering in the distance, you’re brought back to your senses, and you tap Taehyung’s shoulder. “Tae.. we should.. inside.” 
 Lifting himself, Taehyung pecks your lips as his hungry eyes meet yours, and his pupils are intensely dilated. “Let’s go.” 
 Bursting through the doors, Taehyung wastes no time in dragging you towards the front desk. You’re both restless after Taehyung taps the bell to alert a worker. You’re clinging to his arm as you buzz, your horniness far too insatiable now. Taehyung similarly fidgets, impatiently drumming his fingers across the desk. 
 You both meet each other’s promiscuous gazes and giggle.
 A worker finally appears, and Taehyung’s quick to take action. He speedily snags you two a decent room for two and barely acknowledges the worker, hastily snatching the keys.
 Taehyung leads you through the first floor, and once you both spot a vacationing family crowding the elevator, the father of your child grunts with annoyance and tugs you towards the stairs. 
 You gasp once you start ascending with him, your giddy chuckles spilling everywhere. “Tae!! I’m not even wearing shoes!” 
 “Then come here!” Taehyung halts all movement and twirls you into him. You crash into his chest and he steals your mouth, his hands snug on your ass again. He kisses you like that all the way up the stairs, both of you idiotically laughing.
 When you and Taehyung pile into the room, he wastes no time in shoving you up against the door to shut it, his breaths hot and heavy as he makes out with you. He drops your heels somewhere and he chucks off his own sandy shoes and socks. 
 Again, he tugs at the back of your thighs and you leap into his arms, Taehyung leading you both towards the bed. 
 You expect your back to crash into sheets, but Taehyung instead settles your ass on the end of the bed. Delirious, all you can catch is a fireplace in the main area, perhaps a general understanding of your room, but that’s all useless when Taehyung’s eyeing you carnally, and slowly settling onto his knees before you. He spreads your legs apart and peers at your clothed sex, the action alone causing sticky essence to coat you. 
 “Tae,” you gasp, utterly weak for him from this angle. You brush his wet hair out of his face, but it only reveals his dangerously captivating gaze, his loud desire. 
 “It’s been way too long since I’ve done this to you.” He breathes, before his hands travel up your skirt and hook onto your panties, peeling them down your ass. He bunches up your dress with your help, and his arms hook underneath your thighs, locking you in place.
 Once your glistening, wet pussy is in his sight, he groans deeply. “Fuck me, you’re still so puffy and pretty.” His hot breath caresses your sensitive folds, and you feel alive. 
 “Taehy-” But you don’t finish, because after he gently thumbs your clit, he kisses your core. 
 You shiver, hyper-sensitive to his every breath. Taehyung’s mouth then slowly envelopes your pussy, and begins softly suckling on your labia. When his tongue comes out to play and glides through your folds, you grip the tresses of his hair so hard that he moans. 
 “Fuck, Tae!” You let out a shaky sigh, spreading your legs wider to provide him better access. He’s ravenous, the tip of his tongue toying with your clit as though it were a joystick, the thick, wet muscle ravaging your fluttering pussy hole. 
 Ecstasy leaks into your bloodstream, high off the feeling of his mouth devouring your sex. All you can hear are the wet, sloppy noises of him eating you out and his deep, throaty groans—it’s glorious. His tongue sends currents throughout your body, even bucking your hips forward just to feel his nose against your clit, tugging his fluffy locks. 
 “Shit, Y/N, you still taste so fucking good.” He praises, repeatedly attacking your cunt with wondrous kitten licks. “Tell me, have you been with other men? Have they eaten you out this good?” Taehyung asks, his voice slightly raspy and deeper than the ocean. 
 “What-why do you care?” 
 “Because you’re riding my face like a deprived slut,” Taehyung dives in to slide his tongue through your sex again, and you internally shiver. “Do you still like my tongue that much, baby?” 
 The ‘baby’ instantly melts you. You can’t even speak, truth be told, you haven’t been eaten out properly in ages. Your previous partners were bland, average men who lacked the skill. 
 And again, Taehyung has too wicked of a tongue. 
 Your silence earns you a smack to your thigh, Taehyung soon groping them. “Or have the men you been with just been incompetent, dumb fuckers that never granted you the pleasure, baby?” 
 Nodding to that incessantly, Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock, and he momentarily stops shoving his face into your heat. “You’re kidding… they didn’t eat you out?” 
 Finally meeting his eyes with your hooded ones, your face becomes flustered. You embarrassingly shake your head, hating that your desperation is sticking out like a sore thumb, but you have no control over it. 
 Taehyung actually scoffs. “No fucking way…” He shakes his head, laughing dryly to himself.
 Slightly confused by his words, you’re not given the chance to question him when Taehyung suddenly tugs you towards him. You fall into his lap with a squeak, and he shuffles back onto the soft sherpa rug upon the floor. 
 He unexpectedly leans back until he’s comfortably laying on the rug. Perplexed, you query him. “Taehyung, what are we doing?” 
 “You’re riding my face.” He declares, already positioning you above his chest, but you deny his movement with shock. 
 “But-But I-” 
 Taehyung’s hands travel up your body and hook onto the buttoned neckline of your summer dress. He impatiently tugs open the clasps, and your bare breasts spill out. You gasp, but Taehyung softly groans as he gropes your boobs, and you become the epitome of malleable clay in his hands when he grazes your nipples. 
 “Get on my face, Y/N.” He coos, and his gentle eyes compel you. “I’m eating you out in the best way possible. Has a man even let you sit on his face?” 
 “That-that’s not the point, and no way. I don’t wanna suffocate you.” You scramble to deny him.
 “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind if you did. I’m obsessed with your ass and thighs.” Taehyung shamelessly  admits.
 You gasp as you whack his shoulder, and Taehyung’s all giggly underneath you before he’s all business. “But seriously, hop on right now or I’ll spank you. I’m making sure you see stars tonight.” 
 Rolling your eyes, you huff. “Like you’ll even make that happen.” 
 “Our art school days beg to differ.” 
 Scorning him with angry eyes, you move to hit him again when suddenly, Taehyung grabs a hold of your wrists. He tugs you forward and grips your hips, mounting your pussy just above his mouth, and he licks his lips like a starved man. When you attempt to fight him, Taehyung marks his words by landing a firm smack to your ass. 
 You immediately squeak. “Tae!”
 “God fucking dammit, you still drip like honey too.” And Taehyung plops you down over his lips. You shudder so badly you nearly fall forward, but balance yourself on your palms and knees. 
 You feel colours explode between your thighs, hot spikes of arousal spreading across your skin. You’re just so sensitive down there, and when you feel his tongue lapping at you, his lips suckling and teasing your clit, you’re far too deprived to deny yourself his pleasure; especially when he moans to the taste of you, and the vibrations are otherworldly. 
 Once you peek down, you realize that your skirt covers his stunning face. Acting on impulse, you grab the hem and instantly strip off your dress, leaving you naked atop him. You breathe heavily once your damp skin is kissed by the cold air in the room, but Taehyung’s mouth making out with your sex is hot enough. Your eyes meet, and something carnal overwhelms you when you see how much he enjoys this. 
 Desirously, you begin rocking your hips over his face, riding him to the rhythm he flicks his tongue out and over your folds. Taehyung’s hands on your thighs help you along, guiding the motion of your hips.
 “Fuck… Taehyung.” You moan, your fingers messily tugging his hair as he immerses himself in you. 
 Taehyung speaks huskily in between licks. “Keep riding me, baby. Ride me like you used to, don’t be shy.” 
 The ode to your previous escapades years ago coils something inside you, moaning and sighing on repeat as his tongue meets your every thrust. “But-but it’s been years—“
 Suddenly, Taehyung has the audacity to bite your clit, and you instantly cry out. “Taehyung, what the fuck?!” 
 “I don’t care, Y/N.” Taehyung retorts. “You’re right in front of me, and I’m not leaving you this time.” 
 His words furrow your brows, and just as you open your mouth to question him, he speaks again. “Didn’t you always like shutting me up with your pussy, anyway?” 
 Smirking upon recalling the amount of times he ended up between your legs after a disagreement, your resistance crumbles, and so does your sanity. 
 You buckle your knees down and go to town on him, chasing the orgasm that bubbles inside your stomach as you ride his face. Your walls are clenching incessantly, pussy throbbing so badly you begin practically wailing, begging for your release. 
 And it seems Taehyung understands, because he shoves his tongue deeper inside you, teasing and circling your clit much harder than before. He even gets obnoxiously loud, the sloppy wet sounds he produces are nothing short of euphoria. 
 “Taehyung, fuck. Oh fuck me!” You squeal, experiencing cloud nine as ecstasy leaks into your every vein. 
 “Come for me, Y/N.” Taehyung rasps underneath you. “Come for me like you always did.” 
 And when he gently nibbles your clit again, the pain shoots spirals of arousal through your body, travelling up so high it all hits your head. Your hips pick up unimaginable speed, riding his face and nose vigorously until the coil in your gut utterly snaps. 
 Releasing with a shaky, unstable moan, you tremble over his face. Your orgasm sweeps the entirety of your body, not having experienced one this powerful in ages. 
 Climbing off to see the glorious provider of your orgasm, you’re mesmerized by the ethereal image. Taehyung breathes hard and heavy, chest inflating and deflating as his lips glisten with your cum. He eyes you with a shit-eating grin, even licking his luscious lips. 
 You can’t help but want to worship him, leaning over and planting your lips onto his mouth. You cup his cheeks as you weave your tongue with his, tasting yourself on him. 
 Taehyung softly moans into the kiss. You worship his jaw and pulse point next, kissing him where he’s weakest. Your hands roam his body greedily, tugging his shirt out of his waistband and undoing the rest of his buttons. You throw open his shirt and grapple onto his belt, unbuckling it with impatience. 
 Taehyung moans when you unzip his pants, leaning his head back in bliss when you graze his tented crotch. 
 “Fuck, Y/N…” He groans, losing his composure, and now you’re mesmerized by his easy reactions. He appears as though his sanity is hanging on by a thread, forearm thrown over his most likely hooded, delirious eyes. 
 “Fuck, Tae, now you tell me.” You sweeten your tone with seduction, hand sensuously groping his clothed cock through his pants, and he continuously shudders. “Have you been with other women after me? Any of them suck your dick better than me?” 
 Taehyung’s eyes immediately widen, caught like a deer in headlights. You chuckle when his cheeks redden a little, and he averts his eyes. 
 “What-what’s it to you?” He tries countering, and you can’t help but chuckle. Even if he had been with other women, you were confident that nobody gave him head better than you. 
 He always loved when you gave him head. 
 Letting that drive your confidence, you crawl down his body, laying kisses along his sternum, his chest, even teasing a nipple of his, and he shudders with deep moans. You chuckle with your boosted ego, gently pecking his stomach until you reach his faint happy trail, and Taehyung twitches. 
 But you only send him an angelically innocent pout, fingers hooking onto his bottoms to tug down. Once you do, you dig inside for his cock and begin stroking him, pumping his cock until you free it from its confines. Taehyung releases a broken groan as he lifts his head to watch you ogle at his leaking member. 
 He appears divine, practically appetizing the way his pretty dick throbs in your palm and his veins tell you enough about his self control. Taehyung was always the perfect type of big, that kind that teases your cervix and stretches you out divinely; it always felt like a privilege to pierce yourself on him. 
 Taehyung keeps close watch of you, and once he sees your lips descending towards his cock, he shakes his head. “No, no way. I’ll go insane.” 
 You’d really love to grant him mercy with that entreating look on his face, but listening to Taehyung?
 You rarely ever did that. 
 Playfully, you kiss his tip, providing little pecks that cause Taehyung to shudder. You slither your tongue out to play with his slit, fondling his very tip. 
 “Baby… holy shit.” He breathes. “I need your mouth, I need it right now.” 
 He sounds adorable when he begs, and you decide it’s been ages, you might as well grant him mercy. 
 Without a word, you plunge his thick cock into your drooling mouth. You ensure you slobber all over his dick, slowly swallowing him inch by inch before pulling back. 
 You tease him some more, never completely taking him all the way but at least allowing some inches, suctioning your cheeks and swirling your tongue over his elongated member. You use your hand to simultaneously pump him, tending to the inches of his dick you don’t fit until the end. 
 But it seems you’re too good, because within an instant, Taehyung’s fingers card through your hair and with a harsh push, forces your head down as his hips drive up into you, deep. You deep-throat him for all but two seconds before he draws out, the mesmerizing groan he lets out the most beautiful sound in the world. 
 He breathes erratically when he speaks next. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry but… I’m fucking gone. Don’t tease me right now.” 
 It’s a rather kind warning, and you only let it fuel your boldness. This time when you dive in, you begin a bobbing motion over his cock that fits his tip against the back of your throat. Your tongue slithers all over him, swiping his tip deeply as Taehyung suffers underneath you. 
 “Y/N, fuck–” But he’s interrupted when your free hand glides up his thigh and cups his heavy balls in your palm. You give them a light squeeze, and Taehyung turns into the epitome of jelly. 
 “Oh Jesus fucking Christ–Y/N!” 
 He’s losing it, and you love it. His balls must be full of cum waiting to splurge all over your face, and his cock is rock-hard, feeling how tightly the veins strain because he’s already so close. 
 It makes you want to evilly chuckle. 
 You continue vacuuming his cock, hollowing your cheeks for a tight fit and swallowing whenever you can. You choke and gag and splutter around him, tears cascading down your cheeks but you could care less when Taehyung sounded like that—groaning deep and robustly, with need. 
 Taehyung lifts his head to catch a better glimpse of you sucking his dick, and you swear the way his eyes melt was indicative of him being in love. His hand in your hair even begins stroking you affectionately, his voice beyond pleasured. “You’re so good, Y/N. This feels so fucking good, I missed this.” 
 You moan as you bob over his cock—you’ve never felt so adored by him in your life. 
 “You are so fucking pretty,” he lovingly coos, “especially when you’re full of my cock, baby.” 
 Your heart flutters, and you try not to become shy. Your incessant swallowing, bobbing and sucking is working, because there’s a brief moment where Taehyung reciprocates—driving up into your mouth from underneath with a tight grip on your hair, groans feral as he annihilates your throat. 
 But to your surprise, Taehyung actually tugs you off his cock. Perplexed, you shoot him the most shocked, battered face in the world. “Tae, what the fuck?” 
 But he doesn’t answer with words, rather, his actions. All you do is blink before Taehyung disappears from underneath you, and suddenly you’re the one underneath.
 Now your back is against the soft sherpa rug, the warm, tender fireplace crackling beside you two, and it’s as though being wet from the beach didn’t mean a thing. 
 Taehyung’s onyx, though thoughtful eyes bore into yours as he hovers above you, and you feel so loved—protected. “Taehyung, what are you doing?” 
 He hushes you with a finger to your lips, before trailing that hand down your body. Down, down, down until he cups your sex, and you gasp, your eyes hot on each other. 
 Without warning, Taehyung gathers your slick from your cunt, and unexpectedly pushes his fore finger inside the warm confines of your heat. You release a high-pitched moan, squirming once the sensation of something inside you wracks your walls. 
 “Oh Taehyung, oh fuck.” 
 “Shit, I remember how much of a cute slut you become when I finger you.” Shuddering pathetically, you bite your lip to suppress your moans. He’s right; nothing feels better than being fingered by Taehyung
—three of his slender, long fingers alone can feel like a dick. 
 In that respect, Taehyung adds another finger, and you swear stars really do dance circles around you. He encloses you underneath him and breathes hotly against your lips, his intense eyes on you as he observes your every reaction. Perhaps it’s the eye contact that makes everything feel so much more vivid, because your insides are already churning with arousal. 
 He fingers you slowly, deliberately, pecking you in between as your nails scratch down his chest. Taehyung cracks an amused side-smirk. “Still a cute slut.” 
 Whimpering, you hook onto his neck, begging him. “Taehyung, please, you need to get inside me.” 
 “But I already am.” He cleverly counters, kissing you. “Besides, your face is too cute when I finger you. Let me see it longer.” 
 Taehyung then decides to play with fire, and suddenly, his fingers curl into a ‘come hither’ motion, and he massages your frontal walls gloriously, causing your eyes to flutter shut with a drawn out moan. He fucks his fingers deep inside you, and he watches your expression to mirror it, completely entranced by you in the throes of your pleasure. 
 “So fucking cute.” He praises, kissing your forehead. 
 “Taehyung,” your lips tremble, hands clawing at him again. “Inside… your cock… please.” 
 “Please what, Y/N?” 
 “Please fuck me, why won’t you fuck me?” You whimper, round eyes glistening with gentle tears as you yearn for every inch of him. 
 Taehyung exhales shakily, as though you’ll never know how much he desires you, his fingers softly fucking you against the floor. “I want to fuck you, baby, so bad. But I want this to last longer. I don’t want this to end.” 
 There’s a subtle kind of agony in his tone, it pierces your chest. You softly cradle his cheek, and your eyes soften. “Then… then don’t let it.” You coo. “Get inside me, Tae, and don’t let it end.” 
 Lips hanging open as he breathes, his eyes soft, Taehyung molds your mouths for an amorous kiss, and he draws his fingers out of you. He quickly removes his shirt and bottoms, leaving him naked above you, and you can’t help but reach out and roam his figure with fascination.  
 You pulse emptily for him, but find the sight of him pumping his own cock, coating himself with your essence is enough to fill you up again. He keeps an eye on you as he does so, leaning down to peck your lips. “Condom?” 
 You laugh. “Guess that’s not really our thing, huh?” 
 Taehyung chuckles, his smile radiant. “We don’t like when there’s something in our way, do we?” 
 Appreciating his witty mouth, you prop up to kiss him. “Get inside me, baby daddy.” 
 He kisses you back. “Will do, baby momma.” 
 Taehyung then carefully breaches your hole with his tip, and you gasp shakily, stunned by how familiar something can feel, and yet so foreign. Taehyung flits up from between your legs, almost questioning you. You nod in confirmation, and he plunges his fat cock in.
 You both moan harmoniously as Taehyung eases himself inside your velvet sex, sliding gloriously into your walls that smother him tightly. 
 “Oh fuck, Tae…” you sigh. “You’re big, you feel so fucking big.” 
 “I know, baby.” He purrs, nudging your nose with his own. “I’ll go slower.” 
 You shiver when he inserts himself more gently; you feel every inch of him. Taehyung’s hands rest either side of you, gripping the rug underneath you roughly. His eyes are hazed over with pleasure, breathing ruggedly as he sheaths his cock inside you. 
 When his dick is completely enveloped by your pussy, even kissing your cervix, Taehyung groans so loudly the sound alone leaves you panting. He splits you open gloriously, and a burn has never felt so divine. Your legs spread even further apart to allow Taehyung more room, his hips stilled as he relishes in the tight fit of your pussy. 
 “Y/N… shit,” he curses, his forehead falling against yours. “You’re so… fuck.” 
 “So what, Tae?” 
 “So tight… still so warm.” Taehyung seems as though he’s exercising all forms of self-control. You yearn to cradle him closer, whisper to him that it’s alright to move, but your body feels a frigid chill.  
 Your dry skin now feels cold after having been in the sea water, and before you know it, your teeth are chattering. Taehyung’s eyes soften seeing you shiver, dipping down to peck your lips. 
 “Are you cold, baby?”
 You nod your head, and Taehyung lays his chest against yours, engulfing you in his warmth. “I’ll get us a blanket, yeah?” He tells you, reaching over towards the ottoman next to the fireplace. Atop lies some extra blankets for the room, and Taehyung snatches one. 
 His cock still throbs inside your pussy, but you feel comfortable, almost at home. He unfolds the blanket and drapes you both underneath it, his hands fitting against the rug either side of your head again. Warmth immediately envelopes you then, and now, everything feels so much more intimate. 
 The crackling fireplace, the soft blanket covering your entangled, naked bodies on the floor, Taehyung’s sweet eyes that tell you his every story. He brushes some hair behind your ear, his voice soft and tender. “Is that better?” 
 You nod again, and your heart beats erratically. “Please fuck me, Taehyung. I want you so badly.” 
 “I will, baby. I will.” Taehyung assures you, stealing another kiss from you as he draws his cock out of your heat. He watches the inches of his dick uncover entirely, coated in your honey-like essence, before he plunges back in–deep–ensuring he goes slow enough to make you feel every part of him. 
 You moan loudly, legs automatically squeezing around his torso as your hands dig into his chest. “Oh god, Tae…” 
 “Fuck me,” Taehyung breathes. “I’ve been dying to do this.” 
 You become confused, wanting to question him, but Taehyung’s actions do the talking once again. Taehyung carefully manuvers his hips out of you, until he thrusts deeply back into your sex, even angling upwards. He repeats the thrusting again, and again, and again until he adopts a desperate, though affectionate pace of fucking you into the floor. 
 Your breath hitches as his cock fills you up to the brim, Taehyung’s eyes fixated upon your pleasured features. His eye contact is lethal, rarely did you two ever make eye contact when you were fuck buddies—his gaze was far too powerful. 
 You usually had sex in the most obscure places in extremely unintimate positions. There was no need for affection or even room for a kiss sometimes, it was purely sex, and that’s all. 
 But now, as Taehyung grasps the tufts of the rug above you, uses his strong grip to thrust into your fluttering pussy, relishing in your high-pitched, fucked out moans underneath him, his mouth breathing hotly against yours as he sweats, he feels incredibly infinite. 
 His cock feels decadent, your walls so slick your eyes could water from the sheer pleasure. He grunts and groans and breathes huskily on top of you, his broad body completely covering yours beneath, the blanket adding a sensual kind of heat.
 Taehyung’s flawlessly stroking numerous spots inside you, and you feel everything coming to a head. Your orgasm, your pussy, your emotions. Something about Taehyung fucking you as though he’d die for you elicits strong emotion within your heart—it feels different. 
 You acknowledge that this isn’t just fucking, not at all, this is love. 
 “Taehyung… oh my God… you’ve never-you’ve never fucked me… like this before.” 
 “I haven’t, have I?” Taehyung breathes as sweat beads his skin, driving his hard, leaking, throbbing cock inside you at a divine pace. His elongated member massages your walls wondrously, challenging the confines of your pussy by occasionally burying himself to the hilt, and your back arches off the floor. “I should’ve… I should’ve fucked you like this... sooner. You always deserved it.” 
 “Wh-why? What do you mean?” 
 “Because… you deserved… to be loved, Y/N. Not just fucked.” Taehyung grunts, his strokes soft and yet hard, his hips melding with yours as his cock pummels places inside you unimaginable. 
 “It didn’t feel like that to me, Taehyung.” You assure him, your guts full of his delicious cock. “I never felt used… by you.” 
 “But even then… Y/N… I-I have to tell you something.” Taehyung grips the rug harder and increases his speed, his thrusts losing precision.  Your hands canvas up his smooth, broad back, nails scratching against him as you moan erotically with his movements. 
 “What is it, Tae?” 
 “I-I lied… before.” He struggles to get it out, features painted with distress. “There’s no… again. I-I think I’ve always… loved-” 
 “I know, Tae, I know.” You coo to him gently. Even if hearing him say it would enlighten your soul, deep down, you always knew. You always knew you both had something irreplaceable, and in a way, it feels special enough to be in this moment with him. To feel how much he loves you with just his movements, to feel him prove it to you just like this. 
 Taehyung’s eyes completely soften, hazing over. “I think I always have… I just didn’t know how to tell you.” 
 You smile sentimentally, body bouncing on the floor as Taehyung fucks into your fluttering heat, and you cling to him desparately. “I didn’t either, Tae. I didn’t know how to tell you...” 
 Taehyung breaks out into a grin, his pelvis smacking against yours as he pounds into you, his throbbing flesh rutting inside your walls. You squeeze him so tightly you can feel every vein decorating his member. 
 “You felt… the same way?” He asks. 
 “Of course I did, Tae.” You openly admit, because you’re tired of masking the truth. “I still do.” 
 The smile on his face is radiant, and somehow, someway, his movements begin brimming with affection, with tender love and care that makes your body feel as though it's ascending. 
 While he rocks into you from above, you see his silver-chained necklace dangling from his neck– you’re mesmerized by the charm. 
 “You’re wearing the chain...” You teem with emotion, recalling the memory. You had originally purchased the necklace for Daisy to wear when she was old enough; a small Daisy-like charm upon a thin chain.
 But once you arrived home to your 21-year old rival cradling your baby girl in his arms, feeding her milk as he fondly gazed at her with love as her father, your heart cinched inside your chest. 
 Without a doubt, you gifted the necklace to him. You imbued it with your irrevocable vow to one other—to always remain good parents to Daisy; no matter what trials may come. 
 Taehyung clutches the hanging charm as he passionately rams into you, his otherworldly strokes already spelling your doom, and so does his raspy, emotional voice. “Of course I would wear it, Y/N. It reminds me of you. It reminds me of everything we went through… everything we have.” 
 When Taehyung begins angling upwards and shoving himself deeper, your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails down his skin. Taehyung pecks your lips, reaching over at the nearby loveseat and grasping something. 
 “Lift up, baby.” He instructs, nabbing a soft cushion. “I’m putting this under you.” He sweetly informs, and you comply with a mass of butterflies inside your stomach. Taehyung comfortably sets the pillow underneath your lower back, and you settle over it with ease. 
 Immediately, you shakily gasp, feeling his cock gloriously probe your frontal walls. Taehyung proudly smirks at your reaction, quickening his thrusts into your sex now. He then nestles his palm over your abdomen, gently pushing down to feel every inch of him inside you. 
 You whimper pathetically, body quivering with how heavenly he feels, and Taehyung’s a fond mess for your teary eyes. 
 “I found it, didn’t I?” He huskily whispers against your lips, and all you’re left is a delirious slut when you register that he means your g-spot. He fucks you with vigor now, harder as your desperation for an orgasm increases. He has you in knots, the blanket draping you both along with the pillow on the floor enhancing your every sensation. 
 But you feel the most loved when Taehyung’s thumb delicately begins rubbing your abdomen. Opening your fucked-out eyes, you find him peering at your stomach, and you tilt your head in question. “Tae?” 
 He sadly meets your eyes, and he appears emotional. “Your scar…” 
 You see that he means your c-section scar from Daisy’s birth, and a myriad of feelings flood you. Taehyung swallows as his eyes become moist, biting his bottom lip. “I remember this… I remember when I almost lost you.” 
 Your heart fills with inconceivable hurt, recalling the devastation of your birthing complications. You had been out of it for most of its entirety, while Taehyung faced the harsh reality of your life or death as a mere 21-year-old. 
 You could never imagine his agony, his fear. 
 His head dips with shame, attempting to hide his face. “I never… I never thanked you… for going through that for her. For bringing her into this world.”
 “Tae..” you swallowed thickly, gently sighing with every thrust he fucks into you. “You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you.” 
 “No… no.” Taehyung denies, his sensual strokes hitting your very cervix, locking gazes with you. “This scar… it’s everything to me. You gave me a daughter… and I never, I never fucking gave you anything.” 
 The chemistry between you two is sizzling, but the air is thick with intense emotion. You reach out to stroke Taehyung’s cheek and calm him, to tell him it’s okay. It’s endearing when he leans into your palm, and increases the power of his thrusts. 
 The tender fireplace, the addicting heat, the sweat between your bodies, the way he occasionally kisses your lips and buries himself deeply inside you; you’re completely falling into his abyss with no regard for a way out. 
 You wish he could fuck you forever. 
 “You know… you wanna know… why I really invited you out tonight?” Taehyung suddenly asks.
 “Of course, Taehyung.” You coo, hands weaving into his hair as he grunts above you, precisely angling himself inside you. 
 “I looked at my life… and I realized that I’m-I’m fucking stupid.” Taehyung berates himself. “I realized that I don’t want a life without you… or Daisy. That I already have… everything I could ever want with you two. And I’m an idiot… I’m an idiot for leaving.” 
 “Why did you leave, Tae?” Your voice quivers, breasts jostling as he fucks you. “Why did you go?” 
 “Because I couldn’t stand living in our apartment knowing how much I fucking loved you, and I didn’t know if you loved me back.” He admits, shutting his eyes as he breathes hard; his strokes deep and languid. “I couldn’t keep fucking you knowing I was in love. You were better off, too… you and Daisy deserved better than me… so much better. I had to leave.” 
 “No, no way, Tae. Daisy loves you, and I love you. We need you, we’ll always need you.” 
 “But I’m not enough, Y/N. Daisy deserves a better dad.” Taehyung stresses, his voice thick with emotion. “I can barely make ends meet, and you deserve a man who can take care of you… a man who won’t run away from his feelings for you.” 
 Suddenly, you grab Taehyung’s cheeks, your eyes watering as tears flood them. “You are enough, Taehyung. You’re enough… you’re more than enough.” You repeat it just so that he’ll never forget it, because you mean it with all your heart; your body and soul. “You came back to me, didn’t you? And Daisy doesn’t just need a dad, Tae, she needs you, she adores you. And I…” You pause, choking up on your words. “I need you more than I’ll need any other man. No matter our history, how we ended up here… how much we fucked up and made mistakes… there’s no one else I would’ve rather had Daisy with.” You voice sincerely. “She’s ours, and that alone is enough. That makes you enough for me, Taehyung… always.” 
 Taehyung’s emotions are on a highline, but before he can break out the waterworks, he hides his face in your neck and quickens the speed of his thrusts. He worships your neck with deep kisses, and your orgasm begins bubbling inside your stomach, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. He fucks you fast and hard now, almost as though he’s channeling his emotion into his thrusts. 
 And perhaps Taehyung isn’t necessarily fucking you, but making love to you. Is this what he’s been dying to do?
 “Y/N… fuck, she is ours.” Taehyung’s voice breaks, driving himself into your pulsing sex. He even snakes a hand towards your clit, and begins ravaging it for all that’s left.
 “We can try again, Tae.” Your thick voice manages, moaning when his fingers circle your bud. “We can try… to be us again. A family.” 
 He presses deeper against your bundle of nerves, massaging you affectionately—meaningfully as he fucks you. He’s in agony when he speaks. “I want to try, baby. I want to try again. You don’t understand… how much… you and Daisy mean to me. I would die for you… I’d die for you two.” 
 “I know, Tae, I know.” You soothe him, fingers massaging his scalp, your legs locking him in tight. “We’d die for you, too.” 
 Taehyung lifts his head and crashes his lips against yours passionately. You whimper into his mouth, both of you kissing animalistically as Taehyung goes faster, deeper, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit vigorously as you lose your composure. 
 Your gut is coiling—twisting. Taehyung seems as though he’s going to rip the rug underneath you, bunching it up into his fist so harshly as he fucks you on zealous emotion alone.
 And when he delivers that one sweet, glorious thrust against your g-spot, you orgasm so hard you swear you see stars. Taehyung relishes in your moans, swallowing them all with desperate kisses as he strokes your sputtering pussy walls with his throbbing cock. 
 When you come down, Taehyung’s dick pulses dangerously inside you, his face slick with sweat as he breathes harshly. He peeks between your bodies to himself still lodged inside you, suddenly chuckling. “Hey… wanna go… for baby number two?” 
 Deadpanning, normally you would've hit him, but your delirious, post-orgasm glasses have you chuckling too, hands winding around his neck as your foreheads meet. “Why not? Daisy’s been asking for a brother or sister for a long time now.” 
 Beaming, Taehyung joins your chuckling with his own snigger, and he dips down to steal a kiss from you. “Then what are we waiting for?” 
 Picking up the pace, Taehyung completely annihilates you with an explosive second round that night. You scratch his back so deeply, you’re certain you’re hurting him, but Taehyung doesn’t mind a single bit; it reminds him of how much you need him. He fucks you long enough until his hot seed spills inside you, all while he whispers sweet, sweet nothings in your ear, and every romantic iteration of how much he loves you.
 Daisy beams as she sprints into your outstretched arms, engulfing you in the warmest hug in the world. You hoist her up and clutch her closely, supporting her on your hip. Taehyung smiles endearingly at the sight as he carries your purse in the doorway, Daisy’s pretty doe eyes focus on him. 
 “Daddy! You’re here too?” 
 Taehyung chuckles a little. “Yes, daddy’s here too.” Daisy holds out her arms towards Taehyung, and neither of you can deny her adorable pout. Taehyung immediately grabs her by her sides and smothers her in a hug with abundant kisses, casting her hair away from her face. 
 “Hey, my flower girl. Were you good while mom and dad were away? You better not have caused your aunt Mona any trouble.” 
 “She was an angel as always.” Mona appears from your kitchen, leaning against the couch’s backrest in the living room as she gazes upon your family—her eyes are so incredibly fond. You meet her gaze and smile gratefully. 
 ‘Thank you’ you mouth to her. 
 ‘No problem’ she mouths back, but makes it a statement to add on. ‘By the way, did you and,’ she points towards Taehyung, thanking God that he’s too busy discussing with Daisy how terrible Hans was to Anna in Frozen, because Mona suddenly begins to obscenely smack her palms together, insinuating the action of fucking. 
  You immediately scold her. ‘Mona!’ 
 She shrugs, mouthing harshly. ‘What? You didn’t come back last night. You’re in the same clothes, and your hair looks awful!’ 
 Rolling your eyes, you almost march over to chastise her, but the sound of Daisy’s cheering and clapping call your attention. 
 “Mommy, daddy!” 
 Endeared, you and Taehyung both answer her. “Yes?” 
 “Mommy and daddy came home together,” she pouts, her round eyes softening into the sweetest drops of chocolate. You’re thankful everyday she has her father’s eyes. “Will mommy and daddy always come home together?” 
 Hesitating, you and Taehyung struggle to respond. Taehyung turns to look at you, and you shoot him a similarly rigid expression. At your silence, Daisy’s voice becomes softer, tainted with a sad lilt. “Can mommy and daddy… stay together forever?” 
 It breaks your heart to see the sadness on her chubby face, and Taehyung’s own expression drops. She endearingly nuzzles her temple against Taehyung’s shoulder, and you reach out to hold her dainty little hand. You curl an arm around Taehyung’s bicep and rest your head against him, too, peering up at him. 
 When your eyes meet this time, you and Taehyung exchange a look where you both finally… agree. For once, you see eye-to-eye, and you couldn’t be more glad about that treasured fact.
 Smiling radiantly, Taehyung curls his free arm around your waist and tugs you close, both you and Daisy cradled in his arms. Your heart glows when he speaks next, and by the looks of Daisy’s smile, so does her little one, too. “Yeah, mommy and daddy are gonna stay together forever.” 
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yoongimingyu · 28 days
Everything | One-Shot (Taehyung)
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Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut 💖 Pairings: Fem!Reader x Taehyung Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, no clear dom/sub dynamics, tears for both parties and some are happy but some are sad, not a sad ending though, hurt/comfort, smut isn’t the focus, the most lovey thing I’ve posted so far, use of ‘jagi’ and ‘baby’, very brief reference to a trigger for reader (slamming things), talk of having kids Word Count: 2.9k Summary: You moved to Korea to be with your long term boyfriend and love of your life, Kim Taehyung. When he misinterprets something you say, some damage control is required. 
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You were sleepy. And that was the only excuse you could give for why you hadn’t noticed that something was off about Taehyung on the ride home. He wasn’t exactly subtle about it. The man could be moody as hell. But with having so much of your focus on adjusting to your new job, you felt wiped on this Friday night. Ok, you felt wiped every night at this point. 
But tonight you felt extra wiped because after work, you came home only to quickly change and head out again, meeting up with all the guys for dinner, which turned into drinks, which turned into staying out until almost midnight with them. You’d had a great time, of course – it wasn’t like you hadn’t wanted to go. In fact, you needed the fun reprieve from all the stress and anxiety you felt at work. A new job, in a new country, in a new language. Terribly anxiety-inducing. But now you just really needed to sleep.
The drive was quiet, you practically nodding off in the passenger seat, and coming into the apartment, you were still none the wiser, kicking off your shoes and going to grab a nice cold glass of water to drink before getting ready for bed while Tae quickly slipped by, heading immediately into the master bathroom. It was only when you heard the door slam a little harder than it normally would that you felt your back stiffen.