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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Family

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3.2k

Blood doesn't always define a family

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, toxic family relationships, mentions of infidelity

“I still don’t think confronting her is a good idea,” Jimin holds you back from the front door to your parents house with a firm grip, having just driven you here after an hour of you nagging him. “She’s not going to tell you why she did it, it’s Ruth after all.”

“I don’t care,” You admit with a small frown and shake of your head, “I need to speak to her either way, I’d rather do it before she’s got a big glass window or bars to hide behind.”

It’s no secret that your sister is going to end up in prison for breaking into Jungkook’s apartment and stealing his video camera – she may not be the individual who leaked the video but she is the one to blame for your public demise. You’re uncertain how you feel about that fact right now, you know sooner or later Jungkook will want to go to the police and he has every right to – but she’s still your sister. Your sister who did something so cruel to you, so sickeningly twisted that has costed you so much. All you need to know is why, but as Jimin looks at you with an apologetic expression you come to realise he’s right. She’ll never tell you why.

“Isn’t that Jungkook’s car?” Jimin is looking over your shoulder in the direction of the driveway with pinched brows, you hear the infamous Mercedes before you follow his gaze and see it.

“Oh my god.” You gasp upon seeing your boyfriend slip out of the drivers seat with a bruised face, somewhat dishevelled and eyes burning with rage when he closes the door after him. “What happened?!” You run up to his side, Ruth completely forgotten about, the only thing you can focus on is one particularly painful looking bruise shadowing his sharp jawline.

“What are you doing here?” His features don’t soften when he sees you like the usually do, he’s adjusting his belt as he speaks.

“What happened to you?” You deflect, gently cupping the injured side of his face, “How did you even know I was here?”

Jungkook doesn’t bat your hand away, he lets you soothingly trace small patterns onto the skin despite the fact is clearly hurts, “I didn’t, I came here to speak to your parents.” There’s a flash of guilt behind his eyes, it’s brief and barely noticeable but you don’t miss it.

“What happened Kook?”

To this he sighs, watching your best friend make his way from the front door to where you stand, “I went to see Namjoon.”

“Namjoon did that?!” Jimin’s voice is loud enough to startle you, his usually small eyes are wide with shock when you glance his way, “I hope he looks way worse.”

“He does.” Jungkook smirks knowingly, you catch a glimpse of his bloody knuckles and you immediately feel nauseous.

“Why would you go see Namjoon and fight with him? Why would you do something so reckless?” You’re frowning in disbelief, as much as Joon deserves to be taken down a peg or two you can’t imagine him getting violent – or Jungkook for that matter, something really bad must’ve happened or been said.

“The same reason you’re standing out here right now.”

“Jungkook…”

“I’m on that video just as much as you are,” He reminds you, cupping your cheeks carefully, “And I almost lost you because of what they did, that's not something I'm gonna forget.” There’s pain behind his stare, real gut-wrenching pain that makes your heart sink. He's right.

“Not that I’m taking sides,” Jimin awkwardly clears his throat, winning your boyfriend to let go of your face, “But Jungkook isn’t the bad guy here Y/N. He only did what any man would do, I hate to say it but Joon had it coming if he gave Jennie your door key.”

“Actually,” It’s Jungkook’s turn to feel awkward, unsure of how much he should tell you, he doesn't want to add to your problems right now, “He gave your key to Ruth one night… She must’ve given it to Jennie.”

“Namjoon and Ruth don’t even like each other,” You scoff, equal parts amused and confused, “I didn’t realise they kept in contact after we broke up. That’s weird.”

Jimin seems to catch on before you do, an exasperated sigh escapes him before he can catch it. You turn to him and he looks something that can only be described as empathetic and angry at all once. The winds picked up now, you feel the cold a little more as Jungkook tucks his lip between his white teeth nervously, you get the feeling you’re missing something much bigger.

“What?” You gaze up at Kook expectantly, unsure of what’s going on.

He scratches the back of his head, he looks nervous, “I think Namjoon…is sleeping with your sister.”

“WHAT?!” You’re much louder than you anticipated, your voice piercing the otherwise quiet surroundings. It’s at this moment you turn back to Jimin with animatedly round eyes, but a second later you look past him to your parents’ front door step where your eyes meet Ruth’s.

Nothing but adrenaline and blind rage fuels your long steps as you furiously make your way over to her, wanting to wipe that smug smile she’s giving you clean off her face. Neither man stops you, they don’t hold you back like you worried they might. It all happens so fast that it becomes a frenzied blur, but you’re pinning her up against the door by her red blazer with the sound of your own pulse flooding your ears when she finally speaks.

“Let me go.” She rolls her eyes, unphased.

“Did you sleep with Namjoon?” You don't stutter, your tone oozing with threats that you’re seconds away from delivering.

“Well good for him,” She smiles over-enthusiastically, “He finally told you the real reason he left. I didn’t think he had it in him, fair play.”

Your grip loosens and you take a step back, almost tripping on a nearby plant pot on the ground, “What?” You don’t know what you expected her to say but it certainly wasn’t this.

“That’s why you’re here right?” She chuckles, waving flirtatiously at the two men who stand in the driveway, “Come to beat me up for sleeping with Joon two years ago. In front of your new man none the less, shameless much?"

“You…” You know what you want to say, you can feel the insults burning to tear from your throat and into her face but you can’t. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, not only is she responsible for the leak of the video, but she’s the reason Joon left you and the country. He cheated on you with your own sister. You’re feeling a disarray of emotions as you stare her down: betrayal, sadness, confusion, anger.

“Spit it out Y/N.”

“You…BITCH!” You shriek, loud enough for Jungkook to rush to your side but it’s too late, you’ve slapped her so hard that your right palm stings and she falls to the ground. You didn’t realise how strong you were, for a split second you feel guilty when she winces in pain but then you remember what she’s done. Everything she’s done.

“What did I ever do to you?! Hm?!” You’re shaking with wrath, looking down at your pathetic excuse of a sister as you continue to spit venom in her direction with a heaving chest, “Why do you hate me so much?! All my life I’ve had to live in your shadow, you can’t stand the idea of someone else getting more attention than you! You’re fucking insane! We're supposed to be family, does that mean anything to you?!"

At this Ruth stands up, tonguing her aching cheek, “You’ve had to live in my shadow?” She repeats bitterly, “Nothing I ever did was good enough after you came along! Nothing! Mum and dad sheltered you from everything! You live in this perfect fucking fairy tale land where—”

“Perfect?! I’m homeless, I’m unemployed, just found out my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my sister,” You scoff, ignoring the twists and turns inside your stomach, jumping slightly when Jungkook’s hand finds the small of your back, “All it takes is one Google search of my name to realise my life isn’t perfect Ruth.”

“Right,” A wicked smile plasters her face, “You’ve got your boyfriend here to thank for that, or should I say your sugar daddy, which do you prefer to go by these days?”

“Oh fuck off,” You grimace, disgusted by her behaviour, “You know full well he had nothing to do with the leak.”

“How can you be so sure?” Ruth crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up the swell of her breasts in a very obvious way, "What makes you think he's so perfect?"

“Because I’ve seen the CCTV footage of who did.” You bite, your blood boiling.

“CCTV?”

Jungkook chuckles lowly from your side before his profile turns serious, “Where’s my video camera Ruth?”

Silence ensues. Ruth is gawking at him dumbfounded, acting as though she has no idea what he’s referring to but for a fleeting moment she looks scared. The three of you are standing on your parents porch, the air is thick with emotions but you don't fold, no, you're done crying over this. It’s not long before you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens as two police cars come speeding down your parents’ street, how on earth your parents haven’t heard the commotion out here you have no idea.

“Hope you’ve got one hell of an attorney,” Jungkook breaks the silence as two tall policemen approach the house, they briefly speak to Jimin before glancing in your direction, “And I prefer to go by Y/N’s boyfriend, or your ex employer – whichever works for you.”

“You can’t fire me for fucking Namjoon, and I don’t know anything about your fucking camera, calm down Mr Money Bags,” She scoffs, pointing at the two officers who are currently approaching, “Are you happy Y/N? The neighbours must’ve seen your little outburst and called the police. I'm embarrassed to be your sister.”

"No, I'm the one who's embarrassed." You bark.

“Actually I called them.” Jimin cuts her off with confidence, surprising you, “Before things got out of hand.”

“You did?” You whisper, briefly glancing at his face.

He nods once, and within a matter of ten minutes Ruth is arrested on the suspicion of breaking and entering Jungkook’s apartment building and distributing pornographic material without consent. Jungkook wraps a strong arm around your middle, holding on to your waist as the three of you watch your sister be taken away for her crimes. You’re not sure why you’re crying but you are, this is the same porch she used to plait your hair on many many years ago and now she’s nothing but a stranger to you. You don't know her at all. After a couple of knocks on your parents’ front door you realise that they’re not home, which in it’s own way is probably a blessing in disguise.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. Do you-,” Jimin shifts awkwardly in place before throwing his arms around your frame, mumbling in your ear, “Are you coming home tonight or staying at Jungkook’s?”

You want to spend time with them both, but realistically there’s not enough room at home for Jungkook to come too, “Uh-, can we all do something instead? I wanna be with you both right now.”

Jimin nods, “Of course, I can take the sofa and you guys can have the bed—”

“Or we can all go to my place.” Jungkook offers you a warm smile from over Jimin’s shoulder, he looks equal parts relieved and apologetic, “I have a few guest rooms, I can invite Taehyung too if you want, we can order food, have a drink, watch a movie, anything you want Y/N.”

“Okay…” You sniffle, clinging onto your bestie for dear life, it's been such a long day you realise you could do with the distraction, “Why don’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Jimin lolls his head back with a throaty laugh, “Fine. I’ll invite him, if that’s okay with Jungkook.”

“It is!” You finally smile for the first time in what feels like forever, “He won’t mind, you don’t mind right?” You’re looking at your boyfriend with hopeful eyes, watching his chest deflate with a loving sigh of defeat, not that he would’ve objected anyway.

“Of course it is, come on lets go.”

You peel yourself back and eagerly await Jimin’s response, he’s shaking his head chuckling to himself when he digs his hands into his jean pockets walking to his car, “Ah-, this is so awkward.”

“It’s Taehyung isn’t it?” You’re grinning, clasping your hands together with excitement with a certain spring in your step, “Is your secret boyfriend Taehyung?”

“Nope, I already told you.” He opens his car door, “Are you coming with me or—”

“You’re killing me just tell me who your boyfriend is already!”

“I need to give his name to reception so he can come up to my apartment anyways.” Jungkook proves he is always on your side, knowingly wiggling his brows at you with a smirk.

“Not a problem, he already has access to your building.” Jimin mocks with a silly face, disappearing into his car, “Are you coming with me or Jungkook?” He shouts through the barely open window.

You glance at Jungkook with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“Go,” He insists, nodding in the direction of your best friend’s car, he knows you need him right now and he’s not going to get between that, “I’ll pick up Taehyung, I’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly, secretly thanking him for much more than tonight. He and Jimin are your rocks, you wouldn’t have survived the last few months without either of them.

“I love you.” He winks, opening his car door.

“I love you too.”

When you finally get to Jungkook’s penthouse apartment you’re greeted with him and Taehyung sitting in the now clean living area, your chest swells at the way Kook’s currently frowning as he tries to figure out some weird finger electric shock game Taehyung has brought with him. Maybe now that Ruth has been arrested you can get on with the rest of your life and enjoy small moments like this. All that’s left is to tell your parents, your stomach drops at the mere thought. Jimin nudges your side with his elbow, pulling you from your day dream.

“You okay? It’s been a long day we don't have to do this yknow.”

“I will be, I have everybody I care about right here.” You give him a coy smile, “Apart from my parents… It’s gonna kill them when they find out what she’s done—”

“Y/N we can go back home and cry it out over a pizza if that’s what you need to do.. Say the word and we'll go.” It’s times like this when you realise that your best friend is just that, your best friend.

“No, I want to spend tonight with everybody, it'll be good to keep my mind off things.” You nod, somewhat reassuring yourself, waving at the other men who have just noticed your presence. “Including your mystery boyfriend, where is he?”

“Right here.” Jimin points behind you, to the golden elevator with a huge grin that melts your heart, he deserves all the happiness in the world. You follow his gaze, a small gasp escaping you when your eyes land on a familiar face.

“Yoongi!” You’re smiling so wide that your cheeks could rip, Jimin’s mystery boyfriend is Yoongi!

“Hey Y/N.” Hey says politely, walking past you to greet his boyfriend with a small hug, “Hey you.” He grabs Jimin and you immediately look away when the pair start kissing.

“Okay, I’m just-,” You nod, shuffling yourself further into the room until you’re sitting between Jungkook and Taehyung on the sofa. “Kinda third wheeling over there so I thought I’d join you guys. Thank you for having everybody over Jungkook.”

"No need to thank me, things have been so crazy recently that I think we all need a night away from everything."

“You’ll be third wheeling over here too,” Taehyung chuckles light-heartedly, but you don’t miss the bitterness in his gaze as it flickers to the back of Yoongi’s head, “Me and Guk have a lot to discuss about what’s gonna happen—”

“Not tonight.” Jungkook shakes his head, lacing his fingers with yours, “It’s been a long day, I need a beer and some food, what do you want baby?” He squeezes your hand, humming contently when you drop your head to his broad shoulder.

And so you spend the rest of the night drinking beer and eating takeout, laughing hysterically while you all play a series of games. Turns out you and Jungkook are the undefeated champions of charades, both of you too competitive to consider letting anyone else win. Yoongi is lovely, you decide, he treats Jimin well and you're beyond happy for the pair.

So your sister slept with Namjoon and that’s why he left, and she gave Jennie the key to your apartment, and she couldn’t care any less about you even if she tried. It’s no wonder Jungkook ended up beating the shit out of Namjoon earlier, and giving what you know now you can’t say he didn’t deserve it.

It takes a while to get Ruth out of your thoughts but eventually you do, you're thankful that nobody mentions her or any other recent event. Save for Taehyung who's shocked that Jungkook got himself into an actual fist fight, he tells you stories of his childhood best friend who used to be scared of his own shadow. Things have changed, that's for sure.

But tonight none of that matters, as drinks continue to flow and stories are shared amongst your group you realise that these are your people, your loved ones, and the only family you need.

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cookiesuga55 · 8 months

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Vmin mutual gaining boyfriends

All you can eat Buffet dates every Tuesday night (half price)! Jimin and Taehyung have been going for months now, it's their favorite weekly date and favorite way to make sure the other is eating well.

Cheese cake and tiramisu and buttery rolls and roasted ham and so much delicious, fattening, heavy meals!

It leaves Jimin and Taehyung both in a food coma with their big bellies pushed out so happy to be filled to the brim.

Jimin always startes at desserts while Taehyung goes for the mains first. One tummy gets filled up with cake and pie and cream, making Jimin bloated and whiny as he brings another bite of coconut-cream pie to his lips. While Taehyung gets fat on fried cheese sticks and buttery steak and mashed potatoes, making his gut push out up top before it can settle in.

They graze for as long as they can. Sharing bites of food and getting fatter together. They arrive when it opens and literally stay as long as they're allowed to so they can fill any extra space as their stuffings settle in.

Taehyung makes sure that they dress appropriately for their weekly date. They wear special clothes to the buffet that stretch with them. Jimin popped a button one time and Taehyung was SO into it, groping Jimin's tubby belly under the table, but the poor piggy was so embarrassed that his tummy was out for everyone to see (even though no one noticed or cared), that now they have special clothes that are stretchy. Almost like athletic clothes- stretchy sweatpants with gentle waistbands to allow their bellies to grow, and soft athletic shirts that start baggy and then hug their curves by the end of their date. Taehyung wouldn't mind at all if he popped his own button every damn week, but he doesn't want Jimin uncomfortable in public. Instead they save all of the button popping for at home when they can BOTH enjoy it like it's a drug.

#buffet au #jimin x taehyung #bts feederism #Fat boyfriends getting fatter <3

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yakuly · 20 days

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Amortentia | J.JK³

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.329

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum 😊

N/A: Esse é o último do J.k, então rezemos para Deus do criatividade nos ajudar com os próximos, amém? Amém!

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem" o loiro diz, fazendo com que a sonserina o encarasse com pior ódio. Se olhares matassem, o de S/n definitivamente seria um Avada Kedrava.

"Fofocas não me interessam, mas já que temos dois nomes, Sr. Jeon e Senhorita S/S, por favor, venham" Dessa vez a garota não conseguiu controlar sua feição de desgosto, quando Jeon saiu de seu lado, e tomou o lugar do professor.

"O que sente, Sr. Jeon?" O mais velho pergunta, e os olhos de jabuticaba do rapaz a encaram intensamente a morena que infelizmente ficou bem a sua frente "Livros, café, madeira e cereja ." Um silêncio mortal se ascentou na sala, e Sn não conseguia parar de o encarar. Aquele não poderia ser o seu cheiro... Os livros café e madeira são completamente justificáveis, e bem, talvez ele gostasse muito de cereja.

"Senhorita S/s, por favor, venha" Snape a chama, e colocando um sorriso educado e trocando de lugar com o grifinório.

Conforme se aproximava o cheiro já familiar, se aflorava, mas mesmo assim, ela resolveu se inclinar sob o caldeirão e dramaticamente inala o perfume.

"E a senhorita, o que sente?" O professor pergunta, fazendo seu coração acelerar, e voltar a sua posição normal, antes de responder, também olhando para Jeon, que parecia incrivelmente nervoso.

"Professor Snape" a voz de Dumbledore soa na sala quieta, e silenciosamente a garota solta o ar que não sabia que soltava. "Preciso que libere nossas queridos alunos mais cedo..." O tom do diretor indicava que tinha alguma coisa muito séria acontecendo , mas no momento isso não importava.

Então livres do professor, a classe toda pega seus pertences saindo em um alto burburinho de vozes, os Fazendo Soar como um caldeirão efervescente. Estavam falando sobre o que acabou de acontecer? Sobre Dumbledore? Jeon realmente sentiu seu perfume? S/n não sabia, mas também não pretendia ficar para descobrir. Rapidamente o garoto pegou suas coisase saiu do sala, que já começava a licar pequena sobre ela.

Enquanto caminhava, torcia para que Jean não estivesse atrás delo, enquanto tentava entender: A) Por quê seu coração batia tão forte e rápido; B) Por quê se incomodava tanto com Jungkook, sua presença, suas piadas, sua beleza, seu cheiro...; e é Claro C) Por quê raios ela sentiu o cheiro dele no Amortentia?

Quando enfim chegou à biblioteca Sentiu -se relaxar um tanto, afinal poderia tentar se entender. Porém antes de conseguir chegar em uma mesa qualquer, seu corpo sofre com forte sobressalto, e tudo que consegue fazer é fechar os olhos, e soltar um gritinho de surpresa.

Os abrindo novamente, S/n vê Jeon Jungkook, o corpo grande e musculoso à sua frente, uma feição de urgência, com as sobrancelhas juntas, e seus olhos castanhos o olhando pedinte.

"Cobrinha..." sua voz era baixa, tanto pelo local quanto pela proximidade, e ele tinha aquela mesma cara de sofrido da primeira vez que viu sua pilha de livros "vamos conversar"

"Sobre o que, Jeon?" Ela tentou manter sua mesma cara de sempre, enquanto procurava um modo de escapar, quando o rapaz apoiou uma de suas mãos na prateleira, bem a altura de sua cabeça, conseguindo a prender. Pelo menos foi isso que pensou, esqueiramdo-se rapidamente como uma cobra, a sonserina vai dali, e passa a caminhar como e se estivesse em busca de algum livro, qualquer um.

"É sério?" Ele estava praticamente balbuciando atrás da garota. "Eu falei pra sala inteira que senti seu cheiro, no amortentia e você vai falar nada?"

Suspirando, a garota decide agir de modo que sabe que irá afastar, assim sendo, como alguém esnobe e sem apresso algum ao rapaz, s/n se vira pra ele, e com um sorriso falso barra educado diz, coma mão no altura do peito, para efeito dramático "sinto muito", mas isso só faz com que Jungkook apenas gruna. Suspirando ele continua atrás da menor, que continuava a fingir que não encontrava um exemplar específico.

"Sn, espera!" Ele a segurou pelo pulso, e teve que pensar rápido. Se teve algo que percebeu sobre a garota, é que S/n é tão competitiva quanto ele, e ele tinha que trazer esse lado dela à tona. Suspirando o moreno finge mudar de ideia, e mostra suas mãos em sinal de paz, "tudo bem, já entendi, não precisa admitir." Jeon observa uma das sobrancelhas da garota se erguer, e ele se vira para voltar para seus pertences, sorri convencido, mas ele mal consegue dar um passo sem sentir a garota o agarrar os braços.

"Desculpa, admitir? Admitir o quê, Jeon?" Foi a vez então do rapaz olhar distraído para as lombadas dos livros.

"Você sabe, que está caidinha por mim..." O rapaz aperta a ponte do nariz, em uma excelente encenação, o que começou de fato, a irritar. "Tudo bem cobrinha, seu segredo está seguro comigo."

"O que te faz pensar, que tenho uma quedinha por você?" A sonserina então cruza os braços, e o moreno sabia que só precisava a apertar mais um pouquinho.

"Achei que uma sonserina tão inteligente como você, soubesse" o sorriso de Jeon era irritante, Sn não acreditava que aquele grifinório realmente acreditava que você sentisse algo romântico por ele.

Jungkook se aproxima da menor, que da passos para trás, ficando encurralada entre ele e os livros mais uma vez. "O jeito como me olha, como finge não gostar quando te chamo de 'cobrinha', como você mascara todo esse sentimento com raiva, e hoje, quando fugiu pra não dizer que sentiu meu cheiro..."

Aquela proximidade não fazia nada bem para alguém como ela. Definitivamente foi o cheiro de Jeon que sentira no amortentia, mas ela jamais iria admitir. Aquele corpo que ela podia sentir com seu, claramente bem definido em baixo do uniforme, e aquele rosto convencido muito perto do dela, com seu hálito de menta, e lábios bem definidos.

"... Mas tudo bem querer me beijar, várias querem..." O rapaz termina, com sua mão próximo a cabeça da garota. Ela ri pelo nariz, desacreditada. Ambos os corações batiam forte contra seus peitos, mas as bochechas avermelhadas da garoto a denunciavam muito mais que ela gostaria.

"Escuta aqui Jeon, acho que depois dessas semanas, você saberia que..."

"Que você quer me beijar? É eu sei" Jungkook a interrompe, a fazendo respirar fundo para não perder sua postura. Merlim, como ela queria tirar aquele sorrisinho convencido dele daquele rosto.

"Quer saber, acredite no que quiser" é o que ela diz, antes de o empurrar levemente - já que o corpo do rapaz era mais pesado, que parecia. Mas tudo o que ele faz é rir levemente, e a segurar novamente pelo pulso, nada forte, apenas para a segurar.

Jungkook aproxima lentamente seu rosto da garota, vendo como os olhos femininos passeiam por seu rosto, sua respiração falhando conforme ele chegava mais perto. O moreno finalmente junta os lábios, sentindo a respiração de s/n falhar, e a própria tomar a iniciativa de aprofundar o ósculo.

Uma das mãos de Jeon segurava a cintura da menor, e a outra, ele mantinha em seu maxilar, segurando o rosto da garoto, conforme controlava seus movimentos. S/n por sua vez, guiada pelo desejo puxava o corpo do rapaz para colar ainda mais contra o seu.

"Então a hortelã é do seu hálito..." a garota comenta distraída, quando se solta do rapaz, e ela o observa ficar confuso apesar do sorriso nos lábios, agora levemente inchados "hortelã, madeira, sabonete e roupa limpa" o sorriso de Jeon aumenta ao perceber que era seu cheiro que ela sentiu no Amortentia, e estava o descrevendo.

"Viu? Não foi tão ruim, admitir não é?!" As sobrancelhas de Jeon brincam, quando ele ri, a apertando mais contra si, quando sentiu que ela tentou se afastar, rolando os olhos.

"Você fala de mais Jeon" ela conseguiu reclamar, e ele se abaixou, falando contra os lábios dela "mas você adora", antes de a beijar novamente.

E de novo...

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bangtan-madi · 2 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Chapter Nine: The Truth Untold

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 9 / 15

Warnings — discussion of violence/murder

Note — Sorry for the delays on this chapter, and for the format that it's being posted in. Unfortunately, between the hurricane and a broken computer, I won't be able to post in the exact format I usually do with all the pictures and everything. I also won't be able to link anything, update my master list, or put a breaker in this chapter unfortunately. For now, this is how it's going to go up. I do plan on going back and editing in the banners and the headers and all of that as soon as my computer is fixed. Hopefully that will be in the next couple weeks, so if this chapter looks different later this year, that's why lol. Thank you all for being so patient and so kind on the previous chapters, but I am finally back to writing again! Enjoy!!

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"Where are you going?"

"To find that curator."

"[Y/n], hold up—I'm coming with you."

Your stomach does somersaults as Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of the elevator. His stride is just as determined as yours, and you feel immense comfort with his hand in yours. As small a gesture as it is, it feels warm and helps subside the anxiety within you.

Despite the lack of film in the last few months of their lives, for whatever reason, you know exactly how your past lives' story ends. You've seen it your entire life. It ends in a bloodbath.

But you had no idea that they were being threatened for months before their deaths. You didn't realize the ins and outs of reincarnation, as [Y/n] told it. If what she said was true, then Taehyung should have gotten his memories back when he turned twenty-one in this lifetime. If you think back to your dream, you remember she'd said something along those lines.

"Come find me. In the next one: meet me there."

From his spot next to you in the elevator, Taehyung looks down at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" You turn and lock with his gaze. "Those were our past lives, and not only were they murdered shortly after those clips, but I now know that they were being stalked way before then. All of this, everything lines up with my dream. And god, I don't want to be skeptical or logical... I believe all of it."

"I do, too."

"You do?"

Taehyung nods, and his dark curls fall over his forehead, barely brushing over his eyes. "What I'm wondering is why didn't I get my memories back at twenty-one?"

Shaking your head, you sputter, "Maybe it's because we were murdered at the same time? From the way they were talking, that's a first. The cycle was messed up. I don't know how or why." You pause, and the elevator dings up another floor. "Do you remember anything at all? Have any memories come back?"

Taehyung bites his lower lip and turns his gaze away. "Something's there. It's like a word on the tip of your tongue. You're familiar. All of this feels...right? I don't know how to describe it."

"You said you believe it."

"I do. That film wasn't faked. Those people were us. Everything they said feels right in my heart. I just...I don't have proof to back it up."

Your hand tightens around his, fingers lacing together as you state, "Well, I know who can give us some of that."

The elevator doors open, and you pull Taehyung along as you head straight for Ms. Jwa's office. You might not know exactly where it is, but the wing of offices is just down the hall from the service elevator. She can't be far.

The middle-aged woman looks up from her computer as both of you enter without knocking. She seems surprised at the sudden entrance, but her shock dissipates quickly.

"I have to say, that was faster than I thought."

"Who were Kim Taehyung and Kim [Y/n]?" you ask, getting straight to the point.

Ms. Jwa sighs and leans back in her office chair. She gestures for you to close the door, then motions to the chairs across from her. "Have a seat." A beat of silence follows the closing of the door, and you both take your seats. "I assume you watched the film?"

"We did," Taehyung nods. "Have you?"

The curator nods. "I did."

"Then you know about reincarnation. You knew Taehyung and I might come back."

Another affirmative shake of her head. "Which is why I kept everything that belonged to you both, as you requested I do in late 1994. I was surprised, but now I see why." Her gaze shifts back and forth between you and Taehyung. "You really are mirror images of them. It's astonishing."

"You were their friend?" you inquire.

Ms. Jwa's face shifts to a small smile, but behind the expression, there's deep sadness. "I was. If you want, I can start at the beginning." When neither of you speaks up, she continues. "Taehyung and I went to the same art school in Daegu. We're both from the city and wanted to make it big in Seoul. He was kind of like the big brother I never wanted."

She flashes a grin at Taehyung. "No offense. When we moved to Seoul, we got jobs here as junior curators. I was more on the art history side, whereas Taehyung was the true artist. He always said he wanted his works to be displayed here someday." Her eyes drop to her hands, clasped in her lap. "Which is why I felt it was only right to put his memorial here and display his favorite photographs."

She shakes her head, pulling herself out of memory. "Your past selves met and fell in love very quickly. I thought it was strange. Taehyung was a...unique person. Always was, and he didn't often click with people right away. But [Y/n]? I don't believe in soulmates, but those two were the exception."

"Before they died, they were being stalked," Taehyung intervenes. "By who?"

Ms. Jwa shrugs her shoulders. "We don't know. We assume it's the same person that killed them, but there's no way to know for sure. He was practiced. He knew what he was doing. The evidence was inconclusive, and the cameras were blacked out. I have no idea how he got in after-hours, what his motive was, or how he got away."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words. Something in the back of your mind told you that he might've escaped. Your dream shows him injured, bleeding profusely, but stumbling out of sight. You'd hoped that he'd wandered off somewhere and died, and he might have—away from the Museum—but your stomach sinks regardless.

"It wasn't just stalking. Taehyung and [Y/n] received death threats for months before they died. It started with Taehyung, around the time he met [Y/n], and then she started getting them as well. Always anonymous. Even the police were baffled."

"So what you're telling us is that even after all this time, there are no answers?"

Ms. Jwa clearly sees your dismay, but can offer no condolences or closure. "I wish I had more to tell you, but that's the extent of what I know. I kept everything in that vault downstairs hoping that one day one of you would show up again and be able to tell me what happened to you. I figured Taehyung would be the one to get his memories first, based on the video footage, but when he showed up as a pop star with clearly no memory of his past, I thought..." She trails off and takes a pause before continuing. "I thought it best not to push the issue. I wasn't sure if the cycle had broken, or if he was merely trying for a different life this time. Either way, I wanted him to be happy. He looked happy to me, at least from the outside."

Taehyung heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head profusely. "How many times did I come to visit this place, and you said nothing? You must have seen me before yesterday. Why didn't you tell me anything?"

You're right." The curator's eyes drift downward as she says, "Maybe I should have said something. Perhaps that would have sped up the process. I did what I thought was right at the time. Maybe that was to quell my own guilt." She lifts her head and offers an apologetic smile to us both. "Now I can see that that was wrong. For that I apologize. All I can do now is make up for the lost time and offer you answers that I have." She gestures with a flourish of her hand to the doorway. "All of the things downstairs or yours, feel free to take any of it. But as for who killed you, or why, or what happened to them, I'm afraid no one has those answers."

You ride from your seat, take a step forward, and move closer to the curator to lower your voice. "Then tell us why were we here that night. If we knew we were being followed, I know what I would have done and it's not coming back to the one place that I knew we wouldn't be safe."

"You're correct," she says. "That is the only other thing I can tell you. You were about to leave the country that night. Like I told you, Taehyung and I were very close. He didn't have many friends, but Emelia Popescu and I were the only people he considered as such. It was fate that we all worked in the same office. Because of that, he wanted to see us one last time before you left. Both of you came here to say your final goodbyes to Emelia and I."

"And we didn't say anything that made you ask questions?" Taehyung inquires.

Ms. Jwa scoffs lightly. "I asked all the questions in the world. You wouldn't tell me anything more than the matter was urgent and leaving was necessary, and that you would send word for where you were when the coast was clear. To be honest, everything about that night terrified me even before...before the accident."

The name she mentioned moments ago brings back memories of a corpse at the base of a stone figure, crimson expanding along the tiles of the floor. "Emelia was the other girl that was killed, right?" You have no idea what the girl actually looked like; those memories have yet to resurface.

Ms. Jwa nods once. "Yes, I had left to take an urgent call after I had said goodbye. Emelia had offered to walk you both out. That was when you were attacked." She shudders, and Taehyung instinctively reaches out and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. At his touch, she steadies and flashes a watery smile. "Emelia was killed first as a distraction and lure, and then the both of you were..." Her sentence trails off, but you all know how that story ends.

That can't be it. This cannot be all that there is. All the memories, all the dreams, the flood of confusion and emotion that has wrapped you in a vice-grip the last few months -- it's all been leading to the moment of truth. Your heart was racing this morning, the thought of finally knowing what happened in 1995 sending you into an elated but terrified tizzy.

You never thought that the answers would be so close, yet slip between you fingers like the water from the Museum fountain where you and your lover were brutally masacred.

But you've seen the evidence yourself, all of your belongings, and spoken to someone who knew you both well. Every piece of truth she has is in her mind and in her vault below your feet. If the answers aren't there, where could they be?

How can that be all that there is?

You step back, leaning against the nearest bookshelf for support, gripping one of the shelves so tightly you know your knuckles are white. "There has to be something you can tell us about who he was," you murmur. "Something, anything."

Taehyung's gaze meets yours, and you can see for the first time that his desperation mirrors your own. Even if it wasn't obvious to you when you first arrived in South Korea, Kim Taehyung has been searching for his own answers just as fiercly -- if not more so -- than you. Whatever cycle you both have been in for god knows how many centuries has not been broken, but it is damaged. While he should have been the one to remember at twenty-one, there is a part of him that longs for rememrance. Something deep inside has been pushing him towards the truth and constantly reminding him that parts of his life are awry. Even if everything from the outside seems perfect, you can tell from those eyes that he needs this just as much as you.

"Did no one see his face, or a glimpse of anything?" he rephrases. "And how did he let you live when the only other three people in the building were murdered?"

The curator walks over to the bookshelf nearest you, searches the columns for a moment, and retrieves an old file. This one is a bright red color, different than the others on the shelves and easy to locate. She opens it and hands us a composite sketch notebook for that has Seoul Police Department written on the face.

"There was one witness that saw him in a dark alleyway. Not much detail was captured, but she did remember a few distinct details that she told the police. This is the composite sketch that was created based on her details. I'm not sure how much help it will be, but it's yours if you want it."

Taehyung joins your side, arm brushing yours as he God's affirmatively towards the notebook. He doesn't say a word, but his expression tells you everything: "Go ahead. I'm here. This might be the only answer we get."

In a burst of untethered courage, you open the pages to reveal the single composite sketch on the first page. It's merely charcoal on white paper, but the expression of a man you've seen in your nightmares stares back at you with a haunted hatred all over his face. Memories from the past flood back to you, not just from your deathly dream but further than that.

Decades.

Centuries.

You've known this man's face for as long as your soul has been a soul. The last lifetime, the one before that, all the way back to the very first one. The death in your dream from 1995 is only the beginning; this is a face you've seen in your very first life, the one you only started to remember when you came to Seoul.

Your hands begin to tremble, and a lump swells up in your throat. Taehyung steadies your grip, concern covering his features. He says your name, but your ears are ringing and his voice is drowned out by the panic racing through your body. The book drops from your hands, your knees buckle, and your eyes roll back into your head.

Never in any nightmare did you ever think you would the face of your first parent again, let alone with a smoking gun in his grasp and your blood on his hands.

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kookiesandcreams · 2 years

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THE BEST BOY- I

Pairing: yandere student!Taehyung × teacher!reader

Genre: smut, yandere, fluff, angst, romance.

Warnings: obsession, yandere themes, student tae fantasizing about teacher reader, blood, m!masturbation, cumming in boxers, humping the pillow, whiney subtae? (More TBA in chapters ahead)

Wc: around 2k

Summary: taehyung has mommy issues and gets attached to his psychology teacher. His attachment soon turns into an unhealthy obsession leading to a series of events.

A/n: this is something v different from what I write. Writing subby bts was kinda hard, it took me some time to figure out characters. I do not condone any sort of unhealthy relationships, it's just a part of my fiction. Like, reblong and comment to show some love <3 it's kinda unedited :) lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag list.

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You were an amazing teacher, making you the most popular professor on the campus. Your pretty face was just the icing on the cake. Students were often amazed by your teaching methodologies. Your dedication to your profession was appreciable.

Kim Taehyung- the shy backbencher, stayed away from all the social banters. College was like a living hell for him, his worst nightmare. But one thing motivated him to attend the college that was your daily lecture on clinical psychology. The way you made those complex topics seem easier, the way you tried to maximize the participation of all the students and insisted the students research more about the subject mesmerized Taehyung.

As for you, you chose this subject to understand and analyze yourself. Your optimistic approach toward all your students was a major go for them. Well, that was not all. The way you dressed, the teasing low neck you wore to the campus, unaware of the effect it had on the male students as well as the professors. You tried to go with the trend, that's all.

Taehyung hissed lowly when he saw you that morning, your silky smooth hair was tied in a bun while a few stray strands framed your face perfectly. Your glasses sat low on your nose as you walked through the campus, busy scrolling through your phone. Your almond-shaped eyes focused on the screen, but Taehyung, all he could do was wonder what it would feel like to stroke your face, how would your golden-brown skin feel under his fingertips. He adored the rosy blush that coated your cheeks and also the cute mole you had on your philtrum.

"Hey weirdo," Jay laughed at Taehyung, who was pushed down by a couple of other raucous lads.

"Stop troubling me," Taehyung made a feeble attempt to sound harsh.

"Jay, better back off!" You seethed and boy, did he smirk at you?

"Only for you," he left Taehyung to fall back down before making a beeline for the canteen, where you were sure he'd hit on some girl and try to fuck her.

Jay was tall, almost 6'2. His tatted arms were turn-ons for girls, but not for you. He was your least favourite student. You preferred good buoys with gentlemanly behaviour. So, during the last prom when Jay shamelessly walked up to you, hit on you and tried to get in your pants you slapped him across the face and told him to kindly fuck off.

"Come on Y/n, I swear I'll make you feel so good," his speech was slurred, a result of his non-stop alcohol consumption.

"If you any ounce of shame left, kindly fuck off, Jay. I'm your teacher." You reasoned before continuing, "what even made you think I'll sleep with you, huh?"

He could see your nostrils flaring as you balled your fist in an attempt to control your rage. If anything, it riled up Jay. He yanked your wrist and pulled you closer and you lost it. You smacked his chest grabbing everyone's attention.

"I said stop!" Your eyebrows stitched in the middle of your forehead while the veins on your neck were prominent. You swiftly turned on your heels and stomped towards the exit door unbeknownst to the figure following you.

You carefully sat on the concrete bench in the campus park. Very upset from the recent incident, you wanted some time alone for yourself. 'Did I lead on him by any chance?' You thought to yourself. You weren't disgusted by yourself. It was natural. You were young, barely 26. You maintained yourself well and stayed up to the mark. It was not unusual for a guy to ask you out. But Jay, he should have shown some respect and some shame, which you wondered if he had any left.

Taehyung observed you, observed all your minute details. Kneeling on the ground, behind the bushes was a very pleasant idea but he'd do anything for you. Watching you upset saddened him. A pout formed on his face as he pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and stood up. He could feel the blood rushing down to his feet, and let out a painful groan.

You stirred from the 'thoughty train' when you heard the noise. Suddenly aware of the unknown presence, you stood up, alert and firm. Taehyung appeared out of the bushes, his pants soiled while a pout adorned his face. You noticed the cloth in his hand and your features softened.

"Hey champ, you waved at him."

A mere sight of you had his heart racing. The red evening gown that hugged your figure perfectly was making the blood rush to his nether region. He tugged his coat awkwardly before stepping in front of you. You giggled a bit when he staggered like a fawn learning to walk. Then when he was close to you, he cleared his throat.

"May I?" He asked pointing towards your palm that had crescent marks and blood trickling out of it.

Your eyes widened when you saw the wounds. Your breathing got heavier remembering just how you had to control your temper. "Th-this, I- I'm sorry," your voice was wavering.

Taehyung shook his head. You could see him frowning. "No ma'am, it's okay. It's not your fault," he bit his lip out of nervousness.

You gulped before hanging your head low and feeling bad for disturbing your own regime.

His big hands cupped your warm ones. The coldness of his palms almost made you flinch but he was quick to tie the cloth around your right hand.

"Thank you, Taehyung," you patted his shoulder.

"Uh, wait. The left hand?" He asked timidly.

You smiled at him, "it's okay Tae, I'll take care of it." You began walking before he called again.

"Please," he asked politely, "let me help. The medical room is not very far."

"It's okay Taehyung, you should probably go inside and enjoy the prom. I'm already feeling guilty for worrying you and occupying your time." By the time you were done speaking, he was already walking toward you and dragging you to the medical room.

Entering the room, the smell of medicine and spirit kissed your nose. You inhaled that smell greedily and felt dizzy. Instantly, he pulled the first aid kit from the top shelf and dipped the cotton in medicinal alcohol before gently pressing it over your wounds. You groaned a bit but he smoothly applied a band-aid over the wound before blowing air on it like a small kid.

You smiled, your heart warmed at his innocence and gentleness. "Taehyung, this was very kind of you. I'm sure your mother would be one lucky woman if you treat her the same," you smiled.

His face was gloomy again, eyes blinking fast to, prevent the tears from falling.

Running your hand from his shoulder to his arm, your warmth engulfed him. "What's wrong Taehyung?"

"I don't have mom," you could sense the sorrow in his voice as it trembled while speaking.

"Hey, hey-" you cupped his cheeks before brushing his hair back with your fingers, "it's okay. I'm here for you, okay? I'll help you just like you helped me. Feel free to come and talk to me anytime, alright?"

He was sure you could see the cherry red blush on the apple of his cheeks. He was trying hard to not pop a boner in the middle of having a conversation but all in vain. The way your warm hands slid down his arms made shivers run down his spine. He could see your cleavage from being so close to you.

"I- Uh, I should leave," he jerked away making you flinch.

"Taehyu—" you tried to reach out for him but he was already striding away at lightnings speed.

"I'll see you later, Y/n," he disappeared soon.

But who would you lie to? This boy had made his way into your heart. You gulped getting a grip of your emotion. "Y/n behave yourself," you half scolded yourself before getting back to the auditorium.

That night though, Taehyung had a hard time, forgetting your lingering touch the warmth of your skin, your feminine figure and your shapely hips that swayed to the sentimental slow music. Erasing the memories of that sexy red dress and your cleavage was as difficult as Olympic sport. The perkiness of your breasts got his pants tight.

Slowly his hand travelled the expanse of his abdomen, flinching when his nimble fingers made contact with his nipples. After a few seconds of panicky deliberation, he slid his hand in his shorts only to be met with his rock-hard member.

He pulled his shorts down and cupped his clothed member. Slowly stroking himself to complete hardness he hissed at the pain of being restrained. His pointer finger rubbed his slit, feeling the pre-cum stain his boxers.

"Aah— Y/n," he visualized your hand doing those dirty things to him. Boy was a masochist, loved edging himself, loved the pain he felt.

Would you indulge in these filthy play with him, he imagined. Lewd images of your round breast flooded the back of his mind as he grabbed his pillow and placed it between his thighs.

Imaging his dick between your boobs wasn't hard after he had clearly seen your cleavage today. He wondered, would it be as warm as your hands. The thoughts made him gyrate his hips, causing friction between his clothed dick and the pillow. He pulled his coat from the night table sniffing at its shoulder to get a whiff of your scent. His hips never slowed down.

"Aah– mommy," he whined as he felt more precum oozing out of the slit. He wanted to be cooped up in your arms, feel your heat, and fondle your soft boobs. All these thoughts made him thrust roughly into his pillow, his rhythm faltering.

"You would let me come on your boobies, right, Y/n?" He was a mess, his brain foggy with obscene pictures of your tits out on display while he spurts his cum on it and sees it slide down your nipples. He wanted to suck your boobs rub your cunt, and make you leak like a faucet.

"Mommy!" He screamed before giving a final thrust and cumming in his boxer. The sticky sensation made him feel filthy. The post-orgasmic guilt crawled through his skin, scraping at his insides and tugging at his chest.

"Sorry, Miss Y/n," he sniffled burying his face in his coat as tiredness knocked him out within a few minutes.

That was just the beginning...

"Are you okay, Tae?" You asked him as he swatted his pants to get rid of any dust.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He grinned at you like a fool.

"Do not skip the psychology lecture, okay?"

How could he? He'd never miss any opportunity to see you or be with you. You had been occupying every corner of his mind, his pretty Y/n.

He nodded at you before jogging towards the lecture hall.

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ckkookie · 2 years

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SERENE LOVE 🍒

Topic - making love with your cold mafia boyfriend for the first time [established relationship ]

Taehyung x f reader

Summary - fluff 70% ,smut 30%, Taehyung is sweet and a little cold, reader is cute, mentions of first time, shy reader, taehyung is a tease, tae's veiny arms, strength, cock appreciation, body appreciation, both madly in love

You and Taehyung have been in a relationship for 2 years now and talking about your boyfriend then taehyung is a little cold sometimes when it comes to expressing himself but he never misses any chance to show it through his affectionate actions

"Taeeee ,when will you finish your work i wanna cuddle you" you whined while pouting and looking at him "muchkin you are already doing that " he said indicating at you who is wrapped around him while sitting on his laps "no this is your office room i wanna cuddle in bed and watch movies" you said sulking "hmm baby wait for more 20 minutes i am almost done with the rival's info " he said concentrating on his laptop and rubbing your back with his veiny hand as you snuggled in his chest hoping he finishes it soon.

After 2 hours

You woke up with kisses on all over your face so you tried to cover your head with the duvet "yah you little devil how can you sleep hmm i guess we are to watch a movie and cuddle but never mind you seem sleepy " he kissed your forehead and pretended to get up but soon heard your whine he chuckled at your cute behavior and came to hug you but his knee touched you down there ,you ignored it and hugged him nevertheless soon you felt hot when your boobs pressed against his chest as he laid over you snuggling in your neck "what happened muchkin why you so quiet all of a sudden? " " i feel very hot...and umm i n-need you Tae " taehyung looked at you a little shook since your were always his innocent baby and didn't thought you would say this on your own but he also felt happy that finally now you both will be one physically and he can mark you as his "babylove are you ready for it?" you felt tingles all over your stomach from the nickname like always "yes Tae i want to feel you and i am ready" he smiled at you cupping your cheeks he pecked your lips"if you feel uncomfortable or any pain you'll inform me instantly okay? " "okay!" he chuckled and started from featherly kisses on your neck to worshipping and praising your body until both of you had no clothes on now he came up with his eyes looking deeply at yours and you nodded so he entered in you causing you to yelp in pain but you didn't let your tears fall cause Tae will stop and also you'll have to do it someday so you adjusted to his manly size while he wiped your sweat and pampered you with kisses. you signaled him to move and he slowly started rubbing his member inside your walls as pleasure took over you he increased the pace "aah babygirl you are so tight " "a-ahh Tae it feels so good mmh" he kissed you passionately and continued ramming inside you "how can i- aah not notice this amazing cock all these years Taeee" you clenched around his cock Tae groaned and increased his pace " taehyungie i am c-cumming " "come all over my cock, love" he said caressing your hairs and kissing your face while thrusting inside you and soon you came all over his cock "baby hold tight hmm " you nodded while hugging his back as he chased his own release making the bed move back and forth "oww y/n i love you so so much ngh" with that he came inside you . Once he came down from his high he dropped his body on yours balancing his weight he hugged you as you hugged him back feeling drowsy but taehyung took his member out and picked you up taking you to the bathroom you hugged his neck and smooched his cheek admiring his side profile as he walked "someone loves my side profile hmm" you hid your face in his neck "i love the whole of you" Taehyung stopped midway and looked at you "ooh! muchkin i can't believe my ears can you please say it again" he said dramatically throwing his head back and closing his eyes " i hate you taeee " you said hididng your crimson cheeks in his chest, he chuckled and kissed your forehead "love you too my baby" a beautiful smile danced on both of your lips

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jjungkookislife · 1 year

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Besos Navideños: Teaser

pairing: ex-boyfriend!taehyung x f. reader

genre: exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au, smut [18+]

summary: A Christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong? Dread fills you the moment you're back in town for Alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, Hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of Christmas carols on the ride home. After a messy breakup, seeing your ex, Taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. Will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster?

teaser wc: 127

teaser warnings: angst, oc almost cries, mentions of past breakup

date: December 21, 2022

Release Date: December 25, 2022

“I should go,” you turn on your heel.

“No one’s stopping you,” Taehyung whispers. His words cut like a knife, your body immediately shutting down, your hand gripping the wall to hold yourself up.

You look over your shoulder at Taehyung, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill. The burn is almost too much. Your throat tightens and you swallow the knot in it. That was a low blow, and he knew it. Those were the last words the two of you exchanged all those years ago.

For a split second, upon noting the glisten of your unshed tears, Taehyung feels guilty. He bites his bottom lip, almost wanting to apologize, but your face hardens, and your glare sends a shiver down his spine.

“Goodbye, Taehyung.”

#besos navideños!taehyung #bts christmas fic #taehyung christmas fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader insert smut #taehyung x reader insert #taehyung x you #ex-boyfriend!taehyung #ex-boyfriend!taehyung au #taehyung x y/n #taehyung angst with a happy ending

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7brownsuga7 · 6 months

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c0ckwarming with boyfriend

You can’t control your moans of both frustration and pleasure as you sit on your boyfriend’s cock while he works on the computer. His cock is so hard and deep inside you that you can’t bare the torture of just sitting there on his lap, not having the pleasure of feeling him thrust in and out of you. One hand works on the mouse of his computer clicking away while the other holds your waist close to him, refraining you from grinding your hips to relieve your frustration. It’s not like he’s not frustrated too, of course he is, how can he not be when he can feel your tight walls wrapped around him, your wetness coating his cock in ways he would love to explore. But he’s got work due and you both know he’s very serious about his work. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth when you adjust yourself on his lap, his dick brushing against your walls. A slap to your inner thigh causes you to gasp before he warns you not to move. “Y/n I told you already” his hip thrusts up causing you to gasp out again in shock and pleasure. “How about you have a little nap until I’m ready yeah? I promise I’ll fuck you after if you’re good” his hand strokes your inner thigh where he previously slapped. He hisses when he feels your hole clench around him. It’s not like you mean to, but when you hear him speak to you like that and you feel him inside you - knowing how much he can please you, you can’t help it. It’s not like you don’t like this, fuck being able to do this with him is better than nothing, you just wish he had you bent over his desk right now that’s all. “Can you do that for me baby?” His hand strokes your inner thigh, some of your juices coating his finger, without hesitation he sucks on them with a pleased low hum. His cock twitching when your back presses up against his chest. This was going to be a long night.

Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon, & Taehyung + anyone else you’d like to add <3

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parkkjiminssi · 1 year

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Love To Hate Me

Jeon Jungkook x Reader | social media au

Part 18: stooding up

Jeon Jungkook and Y/N dated back in middle school and although they agreed to stay friends after things didn’t work out, their relationship turned sour instead. Not to mention that having the same friends only made things worst. Now as adults and in college, Jungkook and Y/N must learn how to deal with each other while also dealing with real life problems and adulthood.

tag list: @secretlycrazyhummingbird, @cuteipat, @awseokjin, @missmadwoman, @xxxanimangxxx, @hobiheavenly, @dr-paintbrush

a/n: I was this close 👌🏼 to adding drama to this update but I decided to let these two be for a little while lol. Also y/n’s snaps are being posted on her private story because well she doesn’t want JK to see them lol. Who did JK send that text to?🤔 Hope you all have an awesome day 💗

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | 파트너

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

In which you meet Jungkook’s parents

warnings: swearing, toxic family relationships, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Seoul is the most beautiful city in the world, it’s rich with culture and bursts at the seams with creativity – every corner springing to life with colourful artwork and lively energy, something about it feels almost romantic, it’s nothing like you pictured it to be on the journey here. As the car moves through the busy streets you find yourself glued to the window, drinking in your surroundings while you count your blessings. You’re so lucky to be able to travel here, to see what the capital is really like behind the scenes of K-dramas and K-pop music videos. You’re awe-stricken, staring at the pink haze of cherry blossom trees that dance in the wind.

Jungkook feels warm beside you in the back seat, even in his travel outfit he looks perfect. For the long-haul flight you’d both opted for comfort over style, the two of you settling for mostly black lounge wear. His tattooed hand rests on your thigh as he taps his phone with the other, presumably alerting his parents of your arrival.

“What do you think? Beautiful isn’t it.” Taehyung grins from the front passenger seat. Somehow he’d ended up joining you and Kook on your trip, not that you mind of course.

“I can’t believe you both grew up here, I’m kinda jealous.”

“Don’t be,” Jungkook locks his phone, training his face to yours, “London is much more exciting, nothing ever happens here.”

“Nothing really happens in London either,” You flash him a fond smile, “Aside from all the stabbings, muggings, burglaries, rapes, murders—”

“Mmm, you have such a way with words.” Your boyfriend chuckles with a low voice, planting a kiss to your temple.

“I’m still here guys don’t even think about it.” Taehyung glares back, his eyes comically wide and sharp jaw set tight. In the rear-view mirror you can make out the faintest smile ghosting Yoongi’s lips. “I know all about what you get up to in the backseats of cars and I won’t stand for it, no I won’t, not in my home country.”

“Okay dad.” You snort, resuming to the view from the window.

“It’s daddy to you,” Tae clicks his tongue in sync with a devilish wink before sighing exasperatedly, “You two are making me so depressed, I’m so alone.” He whines with pouted lips.

“Maybe you should get your own girlfriend and stop trying to get mine to call you daddy then,” Jungkook is smiling, watching you stare out the car window, “Just a suggestion.”

“She wouldn’t even be your girlfriend if I hadn’t convinced you to buy her a drink that night, realistically you should be thanking me right now. But I guess you can make it up to me by setting me up with Y/N’s hot twin sister.”

“I don’t have a twin sister.”

“That’s a shame. Do you have any siblings at all?”

All the air in your lungs escapes your body in a long, drawn-out sigh, “Just one, an older sister.”

It’s no secret that you and your sister do not get along, it had been that way since childhood – she’s two years older than you, arguably prettier than you, she’s always been more popular than you, more successful than you, it’s gotten to the point where you avoid mentioning her until moments like this arise and you’re forced to tell the truth. Twenty seven years is a long time to be living in somebody else’s shadow, the feeling is somewhat mutual though, as she’s openly admitted she feels like your parents favour you over her, giving you’re the baby of the family. Three years ago she moved away from London in search of a ‘quiet life’ and you’ve seen shockingly little of her since.

“She hot?”

“Not really.” You lie, the fact of the matter is she’s breath taking – but it’s very unlikely she and Taehyung will ever meet, thank god.

“You never told me you have a sister.” Jungkook’s brows are pinched, confused.

“I don’t like to talk about her, we don’t get along. Let’s just leave it there.” You’re still staring out the window, watching the beautiful streets of Seoul pass you by. Thankfully your boyfriend doesn’t pry and neither does his best friend, presumably sensing the energy shift in the car.

It’s not that you hate her – you don’t, she’s your sister and you’ll always love and support her no matter what. It’s just… She’s so draining to be around, always having to be the smartest, prettiest, funniest and most overbearing person in the room. She’s such a daddy’s girl too, whenever she visits you can never get a word in edgeways with your father, it’s interesting to you how she seemingly cares for him more than your mother yet never shows her face at the hospital when he takes ill. You purse your lips, vaguely irritated at the mention of her existence.

“Are you staying at your parents house?” Taehyung directs his question to Jungkook.

“Yeah, it’ll be a bit of a squeeze but yknow what my mom’s like, she’d be offended if we stayed anywhere else.”

“Mmm. Do you even have a double bed in your old bedroom? I only remember that skinny fish finger looking mattress underneath all your junk.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she’s bought a new bed especially for Y/N, you should’ve seen her face when I video called her and told her I have a girlfriend…” Jungkook chuckles lightly, “Poor woman nearly had a heart attack.”

“I can imagine, I think we all did.”

Conversation flows naturally between the two best friends as you zone out entirely, focussed on your surroundings. It’s hard to imagine Jungkook living anywhere other than his glorious penthouse apartment, the idea of him sleeping on a single mattress on the floor seems…foreign to you. Of course he’d explained to you before that he comes from nothing, everything he has he’s worked excruciatingly hard for, but there’s a part of you that always assumed he was exaggerating somehow. Except he wasn’t, as you pull up to a small, modest looking house you realise that this is his childhood home.

While the house isn’t big it’s still beautiful, the fence surrounding the property is pastel pink and littered with gorgeous hand-painted flowers and fairy lights. It’s a two storey building, there’s a small red Hyundai car in the driveway and as your journey comes to an end you realise this place is seemingly in the middle of nowhere, save for another little house just across the street.

“Don’t be nervous, their English is really good these days but if you need any help just let me know.” Jungkook’s voice is reassuring, as is the faint squeeze he gives your thigh before he steps out of the vehicle.

Perhaps this is too soon you wonder, suddenly feeling very anxious and very homesick. You’re in a foreign country, about to meet your boyfriend’s parents – whom you’ve only been officially dating less than a month. You feel overwhelmed, mentally bracing yourself for the next few days. At least Jungkook is an only child and unlike you doesn’t have any bitchy older siblings, there’s a silver lining to every situation.

“Where we going first?” You hear Taehyung’s deep voice ask as he gathers his belongings from the boot.

“Well I’m going to my parents house, and you’re going to yours. Don’t worry we’ll stop by tomorrow, but I think tonight should just be me and Y/N, my dad’s working so we’ll only be having a quiet meal with my mom.” Jungkook’s patting his friend on the shoulder while he collects both your bags.

“Fine, but if you’re not at my house by midday I’m coming straight over.” Taehyung grins, waving you off as he crosses the road and heads toward the house across the way. “Say hi to your ‘rents for me!” No wonder they were so close they grew up as each other’s only neighbour, you smile, it must’ve been nice for them.

“You ready?” Jungkook opens the car door after he gives his driver the information for his hotel, “You look nervous.”

“I am nervous.” You climb out of the car and he shuts the door behind you.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“Can we stop saying the word nervous it’s making me more nervous.”

He drops the luggage to the floor and pulls you into his large body, pushing his palms underneath your oversized hoodie, fingertips grazing your lower back, “Come here.” He whispers, sinking his lips down to meet yours in a short, soft kiss. A genuine kiss, a kiss that makes your head spin and forget all about your worries until he pulls back with loving eyes, “Don’t freak out, just be yourself. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, bending to pick up your bags when he swats your hand away, grabbing them for you.

No sooner than you arriving on his parents doorstep, the front door opens and reveals a fair skinned petite woman around her mid-fifties, she’s stunning. Her dark hair is short and choppy, framing her rounded features perfectly – Jungkook looks so much like her, there’s no denying this is his mother. As your boyfriend greets her in Korean she beams with pride, wrapping her slender arms around his middle in a tight bear hug. Then, she looks at you.

“You must be Y/N, come in! I’ve heard so much about you!” Her smile is contagious, she’s already so welcoming and kind as she stands to one side, allowing you to enter her home, “Sorry about the dust, we’re renovating the kitchen.”

“You are?” Jungkook asks, placing the bags by the staircase before having a conversation with her in their mother tongue, giving you a moment to look around.

The house very homely, very lived in and you’re sure it’s full of happy memories, it’s the kind of place that makes you feel safe and warm inside, mirroring the personalities of the family who reside here. To your left is the lounge area, you can make out two small sofas in the room with a television on the wall but it’s the doorframe that grabs your attention. The wood is white, so the lines that mark Jungkook’s growth over the years really stand out, it’s hard to imagine him as a small child giving that he’s such a huge man now, but judging by the line drawn not even two feet from the floor there was a time when he was tiny.

You’re smiling as you poke your head around, making yourself familiar with the layout. The lounge, study and a small bathroom are on the left, staircase on the right. At the back of the house is a big kitchen and dining area which looks to be open planned, newly decorated grey.

“—Do you wanna wash up before we have dinner? And my mom’s made you a care package,” Jungkook grins, “I don’t know what’s in there but she’s insisting it’s all good things.”

It’s your turn to grin, taken aback by her kindness, “Thank you so much, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” She gestures to the kitchen and dining area, where there’s a large hamper basket atop of the table decorated with pink ribbons.

“Thank you… I feel so bad I didn’t bring you anything.”

Waving off your words she reassures you right away, “You did, you’re the reason my son has come home. It’s the least I could do.” At this Jungkook clears his throat before speaking Korean again, presumably telling her that he’s going to show you the upstairs before you both go to the next floor with the bags and the pretty pink care package.

“Sorry I keep speaking Korean, she’s just… So embarrassing sometimes.” He chuckles, swinging the door at the top of the stairs open – revealing his childhood bedroom.

“What do you mean?” You giggle, stepping over the threshold. It’s not how you pictured it, it’s much cleaner and more spacious than Taehyung gave credit for and thankfully there is a double bed in here too, pushed into the corner of the room where the window is.

“She thinks you’re very pretty.”

“Oh.” You’re blushing, looking around the room, there’s so many medals and trophies in the closet that it’s completely golden.

“And she thinks we’ll make beautiful children.”

“Oh.” Your voice drops, eyes widening. “Does she know we’ve been dating less than a month?” You’re smiling as you notice Taehyung’s parents’ house is visible from here, you can only imagine what kind of trouble the pair got up to when they were younger.

“She knows we’ve been dating for nearly three months.”

“Except we haven’t.” You hum, turning to face him.

“Kinda have,” Jungkook closes the bedroom door and sits on the bed, smoothing over the red and white covers with inked fingers, “I told her about you after our first date.”

“You did?” You’re shocked to say the least, chest swelling with something unfamiliar as you realise he must’ve had feelings for you for some time, perhaps even longer than you’ve had feelings for him. “What did you tell her?”

He sighs with closed eyes as he leans back on the bed, propping himself up with one elbow, he seems relaxed here, “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out… And I know you’re probably wondering why they still live here and not somewhere… More extravagant.”

“I wasn’t actually, I’m wondering what’s in that care package.”

“Right,” He playfully rolls his eyes, grabbing it from the floor, “Well I’ve tried to buy them a bigger place, better cars, holidays... But my dad refuses to take my money.”

“I see.” You pry the hamper from his hands as you finally sit down next to him, your thighs touching ever so slightly, “I like it here though, it’s nice. I can see why they don’t want to leave.”

“Mmm.” He pops his tongue, “Anyways I’m gonna go take a shower, you’ll be okay in here?”

You nod in agreement as you begin to unbox your gift from his mother. Without even meeting you she’s picked out your favourite scent, the basket is filled with all kinds of Korean skincare and cosmetics, perfumes, shower gels, and there’s even a dainty silver bangle with your initial on in there. Your heart tightens at her kindness and you pray to every higher power that you’ve made a good first impression with her. Namjoon’s mother didn’t like you when he grew to spend more time with you than her, she was very overbearing and controlling so your experiences with boyfriend’s mothers had been forever tainted – but thankfully Jungkook’s mother seems to be nothing like that.

Since his father is working night shifts at his restaurant you don’t meet him that night, instead you, Jungkook and his mother all enjoy an amazing meal together, it turns out she’s an incredible cook and you eat so much that you feel as though you’re going to burst at any given moment. The conversation flows effortlessly, she compliments your looks often and you learn that your boyfriend was a competitive child who excelled at pretty much anything he put his mind to, including boxing and taekwondo, hence the medals and trophies. This comes as no surprise to you, giving how strong and competitive he still is now. When you finally head to bed to sleep off your jetlag Jungkook reassures you with a proud smile that his mom really likes you, planting a sweet kiss to your temple as the long journey catches up with your body and you succumb to a peaceful slumber.

It’s the morning when you wake to the sound of Jungkook’s bedroom door being barged open, revealing a rather dashing looking Taehyung, wearing a beige suit with a crisp white shirt. You’re facing the wall but can just make out his reflection in the window with sleepy eyes, he’s grinning at the sight of you and your boyfriend cuddling in bed.

“Rise and shine love birds.”

“Go away Taehyung.” Jungkook mumbles into the crook of your neck, his bare arm lazily draped over your pyjama clad body.

“Not likely,” Tae chirps, clapping loudly, “Your dads home.”

“And?”

“And he wants to meet Y/N obviously.”

“What time is it?” Jungkook’s breath is hot on your ear, his body warm behind you as he stretches in place.

“Almost nine.”

At this your boyfriend groans, sounding as though he’s in actual physical pain, “You said midday.”

“I got excited, my mom’s downstairs too she wants to see you.”

“We’ll be down there soon.” You feel the bed shift behind you, his warmth quickly disappearing as he pulls the covers over your frame, rolling out of bed. “Is he in a good mood at least?”

“Dunno, didn’t speak to me as usual.” Taehyung sounds neither surprised or hurt by this, “So does she know that your dads an asshole or is it a gonna be a surprise for her?”

“The latter.”

It takes you an hour to wake up properly and get ready. The shower gel you’d been gifted upon arrival was among one of the nicest smelling toiletries you’ve ever owned, it’s subtly floral and sweet and you find yourself humming contently at the scent of your own skin while you get dressed. It’s warm in Korea, a lot warmer than London is and so you opt for a lightweight cream shirt, tucked into a pair of blue denim shorts. Natural makeup evens out your skin tone and you consider yourself good enough to head downstairs where Jungkook and the others are waiting, you spritz your body with one of your new perfumes and exhale the air you didn’t realise you were holding in. He can’t be that bad, you mentally assure yourself.

“You look nice.” Jungkook smiles, flashing you a mischievous wink when he’s certain nobody’s looking at him as you make your way over to the dining table.

“Thanks.” You fight an awkward laugh, feeling everybody’s eyes on you.

In a turn of events you realise Jungkook resembles his father even more so than his mother, he’s a tall and handsome muscular man, his features almost identical to that of your boyfriend’s. He’s sitting at the head of the table with an unreadable expression, wearing a plain white t shirt and slacks. Next to him is Taehyung’s mother, who is undeniably beautiful – she could be a runway model for Victoria Secret, even at this age. Envy brews in the depths of your stomach at her perfect physique and bright smile, she catches your eye and gasps.

“Is this Y/N?” Her voice is sweet like honey.

“The one and only.” Taehyung quips from beside her, stirring a silver spoon in his drink.

“When are you going to get a girlfriend Tae?” She asks with a small giggle.

“Y/N I’ve made you some tea.” Jungkook’s mother hands you a China mug with steaming liquid inside, to which you thank her and lower yourself onto the empty chair between your boyfriend and his father.

“Thank you so much,” You smile, your body immediately relaxing when Jungkook drapes his arm over the back of your seat, “It’s nice to meet you.” You flicker between the two members of the group you haven’t seen before, settling on the older man.

“Mmm.” He nods, eyeing you curiously, “So this is the girl?”

“Yup, Y/N this is my dad, dad this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You watch his father quirk a brow as he gives you a once over, he looks surprised, “She’s very pretty.”

As much as you don’t appreciate being spoken about like you’re not sitting right between them, you find the strength to stay quiet and smile politely, silently thanking him for the compliment with your eyes. Taehyung’s mom is nodding in agreement, as is her son before everybody resumes to eating their breakfast – and what a breakfast it is, the whole table is covered with bowls of freshly sliced fruits amongst pastries and breads with varying spreads, it’s like something from a movie.

“She is.” Jungkook’s voice is low yet soft, he’s looking at you with an expression that screams ‘I’m so sorry about this’ while you drink your tea.

“What do you do?” His dad asks and you already feel judged.

“I’m a waitress,” You answer, “But I am looking for something more suited to my degree, just waiting for the opportunity to arise.” It’s not a complete lie – you do want to make use of your qualifications and find another job eventually, though you haven’t exactly been proactive in searching for it lately.

“She went to business school.” Kook explains on your behalf with a proud profile.

“I’m surprised you haven’t given her a job yourself, or bought her a company to run,” His dad scoffs and you immediately feel uncomfortable, sensing the shift in atmosphere, “Being the big shot CEO you are.”

Taehyung watches the scene in front of him unfold with cautious eyes, as do the women in the room. The two men continue conversing in Korean so you don’t fully understand what’s being said, but what you do gather is that Taehyung was right – Jungkook’s dad is an asshole. Their voices are raised and they’re speaking fast enough to frequently run out of breath for a good ten minutes, you’ve never seen him look this…offended. His mom looks almost ashamed at what she’s hearing as the older man scoffs again, glaring at Jungkook expectantly. When he fails to get an answer from his son he clears his throat, putting down his own tea.

“It was nice to meet you Y/N,” His father stands from the table with a forced smile, “I’ll be upstairs.”

“I am so sorry about him.” Jungkook’s mother is the first to speak when she’s sure he’s out of hearing distance, awkwardly shifting in place, “He’s been working so hard recently.”

“I work hard too but I don’t speak to people that way.” Kook scoffs, “When are you gonna stop defending him and excusing his behaviour? You wanna know the real reason I don’t visit often? It’s because of him.”

You get the impression that his father disapproves of his lifestyle, for what reason you don’t know because Jungkook is a very successful man, the idea of somebody not approving of the empire he’s built for himself is silly. As his parents, you’d think they of all people would be beyond proud of their son’s achievements.

“Don’t say such hurtful things to your eomma Jungkook.” Taehyung’s mom puts down the croissant she’d been awkwardly nibbling at for the last ten minutes and shoots him a stern yet understanding look.

“Sorry.” He mumbles with a tight jaw, his features and shoulders eventually softening when he makes eye contact with you, “I’m sorry.”

The rest of the day is a blur, as much as you didn’t want to pry you can’t help but wonder what had been said at the dining table between Jungkook and his father, especially since everybody else had tiptoed around the subject all day. The five of you, yes Taehyung and his mom included, went to the Han River and enjoyed a lovely picnic. The sun was hot against your bare legs all day, though you didn’t love the humidity in the air. It doesn’t take you long to figure out that Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s mothers are also best friends, they told you the story of how they’d known each other since they were four years old and did absolutely everything together – including having children at the same time. Where Jungkook is an only child out of choice, Taehyung has two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, who attend an elite boarding school an hour away from London.

You don’t see Jungkook’s father again that day, he chooses to stay out of the way until the sun sets and he heads to work. It’s strange how little he seems to care about his own son’s presence, especially when he hasn’t seen him in such a long time. The situation is soon forgotten about though, and you enjoy another evening meal with the people who do care about your arrival, you help his mom wash the dishes once everybody had finished and Taehyung makes a joke about how you’re already ‘wife material’. Soon after that you and Jungkook head upstairs, leaving the three of them in the dining area with a few bottles of soju between them.

“We all have them you know,” Your voice is quiet as you climb into bed after your shower, your head soon finding it’s way to rest on Jungkook’s bare chest, “Family members who don’t approve of our decisions… My sisters the same.”

“I’m really sorry about this morning, I knew he was gonna go off but I thought he would’ve done it away from you at least.” Kook snakes his arms round your body, “Just wanted to have a nice break from work and introduce my girlfriend to my parents, is that too much to ask?” He sighs, this is a different side of him that you’ve not seen – usually he’s calm, cool and collected but as his heart hammers against your cheek you realise he’s stressed by the situation.

“Not at all, don’t worry I’m used to parents not liking me.” You’re trying not to take it personally, clearly there’s a much bigger picture here.

At this Jungkook kisses your forehead reassuringly, “It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he’s just… He has an opinion on everything I do, it’s really not you. My mom absolutely loves you.”

“That’s good.”

“I think she prefers you to me.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” You grin, squeezing his middle.

“Such a brat.” His voice is amused as he jokingly tugs your hair, “What’s the deal with your sister anyway?”

“We just don’t get along, that’s all there is to it.” Your heart drops, you hate having this conversation but deem it only fair given that he’s opened up to you about his turbulent family relationships, “She’s always been the smarter, prettier, more successful one and I spent the majority of my life living in her shadow. She moved away three years ago and I think I’ve texted her maybe twice? Okay three times tops. It’s not just me she doesn’t like me either, claims that my parents baby and favour me.”

“Two things.” Jungkook’s chest vibrates in sync with his deep voice, “First of all there’s no way she’s prettier, not possible. And secondly, you definitely have been babied by your parents.”

“Who’s side are you on here?” You snort.

“Yours, always yours. Just saying that you can be a bit of a…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Brat.” He chuckles sleepily.

While his mother has gone out of her way to make your stay enjoyable, there’s still a hint of discomfort in the air as you pack your bags the next day. Truthfully you’d like to stay longer but understand that Jungkook’s schedule simply doesn’t have the free time to allow that – you’re just about finished packing when his father knocks on the open bedroom door.

“Hello,” Surprise is evident in your voice, “Thank you for inviting me into your home.” As much as he and Kook don’t seem to get along you’re still polite, this is the first time he’s actually registered your existence since yesterday morning. It’s better to remain calm and respectful, you’d expect the same from Jungkook after all if he were to ever meet your sister.

“Are you only with him for the money?”

You immediately stop what you’re doing, dropping your cosmetics case onto the bed as you face him, flabbergasted and offended, “No.”

“Mmm.” The older man is unconvinced as he steps into the room with pursed lips, he knows full well that Jungkook and his wife are currently downstairs and decided to take it upon himself to corner you like this, “He’s a business opportunity to you then?”

What?! You’re frowning, toying with the idea of giving him a piece of your mind even though you know you should remain well-mannered. “I-,” You breath out, “I like your son a lot, I care about him, I would never use him like that.” How fucking dare he assume so little of you, and why? You’re his son’s first ever girlfriend, you understand some curiosity toward your situation with him giving that he’s nearing thirty and has never had a romantic partner – but this is… Infuriating.

“You know what they say about you in the press, don’t you?”

“No. I tend to avoid the articles.” You say between clenched teeth.

“They say you’re just another one of his flings, something pretty to keep him entertained until he gets bored of you and moves onto the next.” His words are venomous as they pierce the otherwise silent room, aiming straight for your heart.

“I wouldn’t be here right now if he was bored of me.” You defend yourself, slowly losing your patience.

“I’m curious to know why you’re here at all.”

“I don’t know what the situation is between you and Jungkook,” You’re vibrating with rage at this point, choosing your words carefully, “But he wanted me here, I’m sorry that you don’t.”

“Break up with him.” He barks, “If you care about him as much as you say you do, leave him, let him find a nice Korean girl to marry and mother his children. It’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do for him or for you?”

Your question noticeably catches the man off-guard as it hangs in the air, remaining unanswered. From the moment you initially started seeing Jungkook you were well aware of the fact people would judge you, your appearance, your lifestyle, your choices… But you never expected that it would be his father scrutinising you the most.

You don’t read the articles about your relationship so you’ve no idea if he’s telling the truth about what other people think of you – but something tells you he only uttered those words to hurt you. For some reason you feel…embarrassed that you don’t meet his requirements for a suitable daughter-in-law. It stings knowing that he doesn’t approve of you, and you let it bother you more than it should.

“—Yoongi’s on his way now,” You hear your boyfriend jog up the stairs, taken aback by his own fathers presence. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” The older man sighs, “It was nice to meet you.” And just like that he’s gone, but not before glaring at you over his son’s broad shoulder.

“What did he say to you?” Kook looks furious as he collects the bags with strong hands, probably noticing your discomfort.

“Nothing.” You lie, there’s a time and a place for everything and now is not the time nor place you decide, “Is Taehyung ready to leave too?”

“Y/N what did he say?” He stills his movements and scans your features for the truth, worry evident in his big brown doe-eyes. How on earth such a caring and considerate man came from his father you’ve no idea – thank god he hadn’t turned out anything like him.

“Nothing, really.” You feign a smile, running manicured fingers through your hair as you say goodbye to his childhood bedroom and make your way downstairs.

Yoongi’s arrival forces Jungkook to let it go and help him load the car, his mother gives you a warm embrace and begs that you’ll return again soon, she even cries when Jungkook explains for the fifth time that you really need to get going now. She and Taehyung’s mom wave the three of you off as Jungkook opens the car door for you, proving further how much of a gentleman he really is. Your thoughts are still poisoned by his father’s words as you make your way to the airport, completely zoning out of any conversation.

The flight back to London is equally quiet for you, save for the occasional ‘are you sure you’re okay?’ from Jungkook which you consistently answer yes to. At some point you drift off, accidentally falling asleep on Taehyung’s shoulder who sits next to you – thankfully he doesn’t try to move you and just lets it happen, mumbling to himself something about how he’s so painfully alone that this is the most intimate moment he’s had in months. When you eventually land you realise somebody’s jacket is being used as a makeshift pillow for you, separating your cheek from Taehyung’s frame ever so slightly.

“Oh,” You exhale, noticing you’d spent the entire flight with your head resting on somebody who’s not your boyfriend, you’re so embarrassed, “I’m really sorry! Ah, you should’ve woke me up sooner! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Tae chuckles as he stretches in place, you feel guilty for how stiff he must feel right now – giving that he hasn’t moved from that one position in hours. Jungkook sits opposite you glued to a sleek silver laptop, he’s so zoned in on whatever he’s doing that he doesn’t register you’ve woken up straight away.

“Are the paparazzi even allowed to be here?” You’re frowning, gesturing to the swarm of camera flashes just a few feet away from the jet. Usually you’d try to ignore the media and much like Jungkook had advised you on your first date you do kind of get used to it after a while, but this, this is something else.

Jungkook displays an amused grin as soon as he realises you’re awake, closing his laptop. “Good evening sleeping beauty, did you sleep okay?”

“Uh-, yeah actually.” You’re surprised, Taehyung must’ve been really comfy to lay on.

“I’m glad,” Most men would be mad, maybe even a little jealous that their girlfriend had fallen asleep on the shoulder of another man, but he doesn’t seem phased at all. Gosh, he’s so unproblematic that it still manages to surprise you, “I’ve got a meeting early tomorrow so is it okay if Yoongi takes you to your place tonight? Or you can stay at my apartment but I’ll be leaving at 6AM, I’ll be out for the whole day but it’s up to you, what would you rather do?”

“Guk…” Taehyung interrupts, his thumb rapidly scrolls his phone screen, eyes borderline bursting from his skull. “Fuck, guys… This is bad. This is bad.”

“What?” You and Jungkook say in sync.

“Is everything okay?” You’re distracted by the paparazzi literally screaming at the security guards to get closer to the jet, there must be at least one hundred camera men on the ground all fighting their way to you.

“Shit,” Taehyung jumps from his seat and gathers his belongings, “We need to get out of here and away from them, now. Fuck.”

“You wanna tell us what’s going on?” Jungkook laughs at his friend’s sudden change in demeanour, looking equally as confused as you.

Rather than saying anything Taehyung turns his phone screen in hand, so you and Jungkook are able to see what the problem is. It’s an article, actually there looks to be several articles written about you and your boyfriend – you grimace, remembering his father’s words about how you’re portrayed in the media. It’s when your vision completely focusses on the words that your heart drops into your the depths of your stomach.

Billionaire Jungkook and girlfriend Y/N Bora Bora sex tape leak. Watch the video here.

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stayforya · 2 years

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[5:49pm]

taehyung's hands held your waist, looking closely at you, as if he was contemplating an artwork, a masterpiece in the louvre museum. you knew he loved you just by how his adoring eyes landed on you every time.

"happy birthday, my love", he placed his right hand on the place between your neck and your shoulder, caressing your skin with his thumb.

from that rooftop restaurant the sunset view was amazing, but you couldn't stop looking at taehyung. his left hand tightened the grip on your waist and brought you closer, kissing the tip of your nose, then your eyelids, the side of your face and finally wrapping you in a bear hug.

he could give you all the gifts, but his love was your favourite.

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yakuly · 16 days

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Poção do Ódio - K.NJ²

NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Palavras: 1.229

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

N/A: Menções à pessoas agressivas, mas nem é tanto, juro ! Biscoitinhos e bebidinhas.

K. NJ¹ | K.NJ² | K.NJ³

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

Enquanto na enfermaria, Namjoon com a companhia de Hoseok tentavam pensar em algum motivo plausível para que S/n o odiasse, mas sem muito sucesso. Os dois nunca se falaram,e Kim ainda tentava se recordar se ele já se esbarrou, ou se na pior das hipóteses, ele já tinha quebrado algo dela, ou seu animal, mas nada.

" O estranho é que ela não é do tipo agressiva" Hoseok comenta distraído pelas coisas que tinham ali. Seu amigo, deitado esperando professora Sproute chegar com um suco que prometia acabar com seu enjoou. "Sabe teve uma vez que o gato do Vicenzo ficou atrás da coruja dela, mas ela nem ficou tão brava assim..."

"hum" o corvino não consegue pensar muito além do que já pensou. Felizmente professora Sproute não demorou a chegar, acompanhada de Seokjin e Yoongi, que souberam do incidente.

Assim que Namjoon conseguiu se sentar, o grupo voltou a debater sobre as possibilidades da dinâmica, mas ninguém realmente teve alguma ideia para ajudar, pois aparentemente a aula de hoje, foi de fato a primeira vez em que se encontraram.

Felizmente para Kim não se tinham mais aulas naquele dia, e o trio que se tornou hepteto, quando o resto dos seus amigos se juntaram à eles, atualizando a situação para todos. Eles decidiram que ficariam no pátio, pois um pouco de ar para o corvino faria bem.

"Com licença ," uma voz feminina interrompe a conversa dos sete, que zombavam do mais novo, Jungkook que tinha apenas livros e um plano na cabeça. Ao olharem, era uma garota baixa, cabelos claros com presilhas de estrela e olhos castanhos, decorados com uma sombra amarela. Ela vestia o uniforme da lufa-lufa, e possuia uma caixa nas mãos. "Eu queria falar com Namjoon, sou amiga da S/N, que bem, te atacou hoje..."

Todos os rapazes se entreolharam, surpresos com aquilo. Kim Namjoon fez sinal para ela se aproximar, ansioso para ver se conseguiria alguma resposta. A menina parecia estar envergonhada, mas se aproximou mesmo assim.

"Eu trouxe esses biscoitos para você, como uma desculpa pelo modo como ela agiu mais cedo." A caixa no lhe foi entregue, e ao abrir, Kim viu uma série de biscoitos em formato de estrelas e corações coloridos, todos azuis e amarelo.

"Obrigada, mas será que você pode me dizer por quê S/n parece me odiar tanto?" O rapaz perguntou sem rodeios, pegando a garota de surpresa, ela que já estava prestes à sair, ficou vermelho, olhando ao seu redor nervosa.

"Desculpa eu não sei, ela não é de comentar muito sobre as pessoas que não gosta..." Ela disse já re virando para sair, mas antes volta e acrescenta: "Aliás, meu nome é Pandora."

Suspirando Namjoon deixa a caixa de lado, frustrado com a situação. Bem a única fonte de confiança que ele tinho, acabara de se mostrar inuitil, e ele sabia que tinha que descobrir o motivo ao qual a garota tinha tanto ódio por ele, se de ainda tinha planos de sair vivo de hogwarts.

...

Kim Namjoon tinha um plano. Depois de zombar de Junghook ele se sentia como um paspalho de desenho animado criando planos pelos castelos de Hogwarts.

Após excluir todas as possibilidades que a dariam motivos, o rapaz começou a listar como ele poderia descobrir o motivo, mas após esse dia, chegar até elo, e perguntar, estava fora de cogitação. Mas ele sabia que tinha que pensar "fora do caixinha".

Durante o dia, Namjoon tentou evitar que S/n o visse durante as aulas, mas nos intervalos, passoua colocar seu plano em prática. O moreno que estava se sentando próximo as portas, saía correndo para se esconder esperando a garota sair da sala. Assim que ele a viu aprimeira vez, sussurrou as palavras "Legilimens", e torceu para que fosse o tipo de bruxo que conseguiria escutar, conforme os pensamentos da garota preencheram sua própria mente, Namjoon descobriu ser legilmente.

"Acho que não fiz a lição de Poções, será que consigo fazer antes da aula de Snape?"

"O que será de almoço hoje? Não tomei um café decente hoje..."

"Continua sorrindo Vicenzo, a próxima vez que o seu gato decidir caçar minha coruja, você vai almoçar churrasquinho de gato!"

"Meu Deus quando é que Pandora vai parar de falar nesse corvinal idiota? Isso to beirando obsessão!"

Apesar de conseguir insights muito bons, seus pensamentos não explicavam o porquê ela não gostava de Namjoon. Mas ele não desistiu e tentou mais uma vez, mas sem sucesso.

"Parabéns Sr. legilmente," Seokjin o parabenizou sarcasticamente, com palmas irônicas após Namjoon o confessar o que fez o dia todo para ter sumido. “E você já pensou em talves, perguntar para ela ?"

"Você acha que não?" Kim rola os olhos e explica por que não o fez "alguma outra ideia, Sr. monitor?" o moreno se sentou à frente dele no refeitório, enquanto bebiam suco de abóbora.

"E se você tentar ler a mente dela enquanto ela te vê?" Jim oferece, eseu amigo espera alguma indicação que era uma de suas piadas ruins, mas o grifinório se manteve sério, arrancando uma careta de Namjoon

"Você quer que eu viva na enfermaria né?!" Ocorvinal reclama passando a mão pelo rosto, antes de terminar sua bebida em apenas um gole. Seokjin pingarreia e de olhos arregalados olhando para entrada do refeitório, sussurra para Namjoon :

"Se não for fazer, é melhor sair daqui..." Olhando na mesma direção que o amigo, vendo que S/n, Pandora e Jimin entravam. O que Jimin fazia praticamente colado ao corpo de Pandora era um mistério, que bem, ele tentaria descobrir uma outra hora.

Para a sorte do corvinal a garota estava ocupada demais tentando tirar Jimin do braço da amiga. O rapaz a olhava como se a garota carregasse o céu e todas as estrelas nos olhos. Jim e Namjoon se entreolharam compartilhando do mesmo pensamento "Estranho", pois até dois dias atrás, Park parecia estar interessado em outra pessoa.

"Tenho uma ideia" Namjoon comenta observando os três se sentarem à uma distância segura dele, " Você vai buscar Jimin, eeu espero aqui, e em alguem momento, você aponto casualmente pra mim, enquanto leio a mente dela, o que acha?"

Sem muito escolha, Kim Seokjin se levanta e vai em direção aos três. Namjoon se sente e dispara o feitiço, já escutando a voz da garota em sua própria mente.

"Porque esse garoto não saí?! Parece até estar enfeitiçado..."

"Eu só queria comer em paz !"

" Ótimo, mais um..." " Aquele é...?" " Porque esse garoto não some? Ele e essa cara estúpida, ele é um desastre ambulante!"

Namjoon interrompe seu momento de fuxicar, e se vira para frente, esperando seus dois amigos. Seokjin praticamente joga Jimin no assento ao seu lado, enquanto o menino ainda balbuciava pela loira.

"E ai, conseguiu alguma coisa?” O grifinório indaga, obtendo apenas uma balançada de cabeça e suspiro do corvino, Namjoon conta tudo o que ouviu. “Espera. Ela pensou que Jimin estivesse enfeitiçado?"

"Sim, e quer saber, fiz sentido," O moreno observa seu amigo, agora foco da conversa, Jimin olhava para a mesa lufana, as amigas rindo juntas, e Namjoon se lembrou que apesar de quase o matar, ficou completamente encantado com a beleza da garota. "Até ontem ele estava jurando amor para outra pessoa.."

" Você tá pensando o mesmo que eu?" Jin instiga, olhando de Jimin para as duas lufanas.

Pelo menos agora Namjoon tinha um ponto de partida...

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bangtan-madi · 2 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Interlude: Red String

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.7k

Part — 9.5 / 15

Warnings — sexual references, mentions of violence

Previous — Next

{Paris, France — 1789 a.d.}

May turned into June, and June into July with rising heat. Not just in the Parisian air, but also in the hearts of the people. France was at the edge of societal uproar, just as you were on the edge of your twenty-first birthday. Viva la revolution: long live the Third Estate. The sentiment was everywhere. In the courts, in the streets, even in the jails which were teaming with paupers and beggars who dared to riot against the Bastille and everything she stood for.

But the seasons weren't the only things that were changing. Your father had been away across the Seine for over a month now as July arrived. At that time, the Chateau had known a kind of peace that had not been seen since your mother's death. Though the keepers of the house and grounds were half the amount as they were in her lifetime, everyone was in better spirits with your Pere gone. With that peace came the best few weeks of your life as you and Taehyung grew impossibly closer. While there was still secrecy around your relationship, certain parties had certainly taken notice. Luckily, you Grandmere had the house's loyalty like your mother and you, and she made them all swear to keep the truth of the matter from your father.

However, just because Taehyung was more welcome by her doesn't mean he didn't take the chance every night for that entire month to scale the side of the Chateau, climb onto the balcony, and surprise you after the sun had set. While you tended to shadow him during the daylight hours as well — teasing him with his work just as much as he teased you with your magical studies — Taehyung was still an active worker at your home and had many jobs to do while the sun was up. But at night, that was the time that was solely for you. At first, you waited with bated breath as he used the low-hanging tree branches and thick vines to pull himself towards you. However, after the sixth or seventh time (to be honest, you lost count after that), you learned that the garden boy your father hired early in the spring was more than capable of closing the distance between you, no matter what was in the way.

Those nights were some of your favorites. The love and intimacy between you both were something you had never known. Every touch, every kiss, every breath Taehyung stole only brought you two closer. Not only the physical closeness but also the emotional closeness. Some nights were spent entirely in each other's grasp, tossed in your bedsheets; others, neither of you got a moment of sleep for very different reasons. The conversations you had, the secrets you told, the confessions you whispered — all were lit by candlelight and moonlight.

By the time mid-July and your twenty-first birthday had arrived — both of which you dreaded heavily — you knew with one hundred percent certainty that Kim Taehyung would be the only person you would ever love in this way.

And that made the plans your father had that much more horrific. It was the reason he was away, after all, to finalize the arrangements for your marriage to the oldest son of Marquis de Villeduval. The pompous, shallow shell of a human the Marquis called his heir made your skin crawl and your stomach churn. You never wanted to be in the same mile as him, let alone in a marriage.

Every morning, including this particular morning, you watch as Taehyung sleeps and grow more and more determined to take your fate into your own hands and hold him accountable to his offer. "Come with me," he'd said several months ago. "I can protect you. I love you, magic or none. Don't make me lose you."

The boy you adore sleeps soundly beside you, head lulled against your shoulder, arm draped over your center, legs intertwined with your own. If it weren't for the gentle huffs of air brushing against your neck, you would wonder if he were still in the world of the living. A smile crosses your face as you brush the sleep from your eyes with your free hand, the other still tangled in his messy, dark curls. The quiet pre-dawn is your favorite time of day, when the world is quiet as well as your thoughts. It's the time that belongs to you two alone.

"Say you'll come with me," he'd said then, as well as several other times since. "Say you'll run away with me."

And your reply always is, "I'll go anywhere with you."

"You're in too deep a thought for the sun to not have risen yet." A gruff, quiet voice breaks your focus on the doors ahead of you. Looking down, you see Taehyung is barely awake himself, eyes hardly cracked open. He heaves a sigh and clutches you closer, burying his nose into the nook of your neck and shoulder, hands gripping your nightgown-covered waist. "Happy birthday, my Princess."

You groan and turn your face into his hair, breathing him in as you turn onto your side instead of your back. "Don't say that."

"Why not?" he grins against your neck, pressing kisses along the way up to your face.

You push him away and give him a look that says, "You know why."

Taehyung's gaze softens, and he nods once. Instead of arguing with you about it, he slips a hand under your nightgown and trains his fingers up your thigh to your waist, all the while pressing his lips to yours. "Despite it all, I am glad that you're here, even if this day isn't one you were looking forward to."

His skin has always been warmer than yours, and you eagerly curl into his arms after the kiss ends. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"I doubt that's possible but fine, have it your way, Garden Boy."

Taehyung chuckles, and you feel his bare chest reverberate under your cheek. "I believe the gardening is all your doing, Princess. However, I am a great re-gardener."

A quiet interlude sets in as the sun rises. Taehyung continues to play his fingers against the base of your spine, just as you keep the covers tugged over both of your bodies. The warmth of night eases into the humidity of the day, and you're forced to turn your thoughts to the day ahead. Your father will be back any day now, and once he does, your life with Taehyung will come to an end. Had it been up to you, you would have run away with your lover weeks ago, but the rising tensions in the nation have made it more expensive and dangerous to flee France. Along with a full day's work at the Chateau and many nights with you, Taehyung has been working with connections in Paris to get passage to England, where Grandmere, you, and he can then set sail to America. It hasn't been easy work, and it's taken more time than you would have preferred. Every day that passes brings you closer to a life you would hate, one where you would rather die young than live fully.

And yet, your choices are few.

"I'm waiting on Jean to get me our tickets from Paris to La Havre," he murmurs against your hair, knowing all too well where your mind must be. "He's having trouble procuring three, but luckily he already has two for you and me."

"I won't leave without Grandmere."

Taehyung hushes your worries and places a kiss to your hairline. "I know, I know. Don't worry, we won't leave without her."

The sun continues to rise, and you know that your time together is ending for now. Taehyung is always early to rise and get his tasks for the day started, and you know you only have a limited number of days left to scour your mother's books for spells you might need once you leave. You plan to take some with you, but the number of things you will have to leave behind far outweighs those you can take. In that spirit, you push away from your lover and pull yourself up. Taehyung follows suit, arms reaching once again for your middle.

"I'll see you tonight?" you ask, looking at him over your shoulder.

The brunet smiles, dark brown eyes glinting in the sunlight. "If I have to wait that long, it'll be the death of me."

You give a sarcastic roll of your eyes and a shove of his shoulder. "You're too much, my love."

"Well, I seem to recall last night you saying I was just enough." His tone is cheeky, and his smile shifts to a smirk.

"Get dressed, Garden Boy. I have studies to attend to among the flowers.”

Grandmere finds you settled under the overgrown sunflowers around mid-day. While you initially greet her with a wide smile, that immediately fades when you notice the grim expression on her face and the folded paper in one hand.

"He'll arrive by this afternoon," she says solemnly, gesturing with the letter. "And the marriage has been finalized. You're to be wed to the Marquis' son by summer's end."

The pit you've been holding in your stomach all this time sinks into the depths, and if you weren't already seated, you would surely have lost your balance. Tears of panic fill your eyes, and your hands grip the grass under your legs. It takes several heaving breaths for you to find your voice again, and when you do, a slew of French curses fly from your lips.

"What—What should I do?" you murmur, hands shaking more every second with the thoughts of the future that might lie ahead.

Grandmere folds the letter and slips it back into the waistband of her skirt. She folds the layers under her as she sinks to her knees in front of you, taking her only grandchild into her arms as you weep. "There are things I should have done long ago, Mon Cherie. I never should have let that man control our lives like this, especially after your Mere..." She trails off, pulls back, and cradles your face in her hands. "I should have taken us both back to the home of my family line, far away from your Pere and his wicked schemes. Part of me still wishes I had...but had I known what I know now about that boy you adore so much, it was all worth it."

Your lower lip quivers at the mention of Taehyung, and you place your palms over her knuckles. "We can still leave, Grandmere. Taehyung has been working for weeks to get all three of us away from this place, to England, and then to America! We will be safe there, or at least out of Pere's reach."

A smile of pride covers her face. "You are every bit as brave as your mother, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't know how proud she would be of you, but my child, you must leave me behind."

"Never—" You begin to object, but Grandmere places a single finger to your lips.

"You made me a promise once that if you found a way out of this place, you would take it without question. Do you recall that?" You can't deny that fact, so you nod once. "Then I am asking you now, as your mother's mother who loves you more than her own life, to please leave me here. I am old and tired and wish to be buried next to my daughter when I pass. My time for grand adventures has ended, but yours is only beginning, Mon Cherie."

"I don't want to go without you," you whimper, clinging to her body with all your might.

Grandmere sighs and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, placing gentle hands on your upper arms. The gesture is small but it gives you a small burst of strength that you know you've lost. "I love you, my child, more than anything. I will miss you for the rest of my days, but I feel your mother's spirit here with us, and I know that you will be better off away from your father, away from the prison of these Chateau walls, and away from the cage of the life he's planned for you." She pulls back and takes your hands in hers, squeezing them briefly as her assured gaze locks with yours. "Go with Taehyung when he calls — sooner rather than later — and live lifetimes of love that your mother never got to have. That is how you can keep us with you. Always."

As her hands retreat from yours, Grandmere clears her throat and pulls a small book from the waistband of her skirt. It was small enough to be tucked away completely; you didn't notice it at all until she hands over the lavender-bound piece to you. "This was your mother's last work, a collection of spells entirely of her own creation. Some are good, but some are dangerous. You must decide for yourself which you will use, and when."

Brows furrowed, your gaze flickers between the book and your grandmother. "I thought I had all of Mere's books. I've been studying them for years."

"This one was one she told me to give you on this day," Grandmere replies. Her grip leaves the book, and she rises to her feet. You follow suit and gaze up at her as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Be careful, Mon Cherie. There are spells in there that even your Mere did not cast. Read and you will know why. Promise me you will."

Nodding once, you reply, "I promise, Grandmere."

She breathes a thank you and then lets her hand fall from your face. "Happy birthday, Mon Cherie.”

The rest of the day is spent in a panic. The first thing you did when Grandmere departed was rush to Taehyung, tell him the change in plans, and watch as he rides for the city to find Jean and those tickets he was promised. You were never so disillusioned that you had months left before your father returned, but now you have hours.

As soon as Taehyung is through the gates on horseback, you rush back to your bedroom. Something inside tells you that a solution might be hidden within the pages of your Mere's last gift to you. Minutes turn into hours as all your focus is turned to scouring the pages of the lavender book. There's a bit of everything inside; you find spells for healing, spells for heartache, and spells that conjure the wrath of hell itself. Everything across the vast spectrum of magical influence and mystical power is contained within it.

But eventually, you find a spell that calls to you like the voice of your lover. In an instant, you know this is one you can use if all else fails. The name of the spell is written in your mother's handwriting across the top of the page, along with a warning.

The Red String of Fate. Beware those that use this enchantment without a full understanding of what it will do to both souls. You will be bewitched for as many lifetimes as you are years. There is no way to unravel it, and you must decide if that is a blessing or curse. Do not cast lightly.

"It will not be done lightly, Mere," you promise under your breath, already reaching for the ingredients in your cupboard. "The last resort, no more no less.”

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