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Winter Wonderland | KTH
Pair: Taehyung x F Reader
Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au
WC: 2861
You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years.
Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet.
The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas.
This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start.
Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings.
It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him.
On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform.
“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something.
Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”
Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.
Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat.
Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face.
He was playful once.
And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going.
You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.
So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot.
You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day.
Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.
As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.
The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement.
Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one.
The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights.
Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before.
“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.
“Ah - In the kitchen!”
When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth.
Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up.
“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest.
Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter.
“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”
You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it.
“I’m okay, just… happy.”
Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment.
“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”
Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible.
Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked.
As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear.
You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”
Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”
“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room.
You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table.
“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created.
His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.”
“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together.
That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness.
“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”
“But -”
Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”
You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.
But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday.
The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house.
As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs.
“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”
Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth.
Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’.
So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.
To be a kid again.
To show you the love he has for you.
But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this.
Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels.
“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky.
You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box.
No. Way.
“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you.
Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring.
“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”
Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -
It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie.
The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”
The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss.
You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget.
You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent.
Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”
You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”
“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”
Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”
Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”
“But hyung -”
“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”
The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up.
“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.”
Taehyung whipped around.
Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation.
Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red.
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5 times BTS thought Jungkook was throwing up + the one time he actually is
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Sick: Jungkook
Caretaker: ot7, each have their individual sections
Tw: gagging, mentions of nausea, vom**, puking, dizziness
Word count: 1,469
Okay... here me out it's a little different from what I usually do, but please let me know what you think!! 🙏 oh and which member was your favourite?? 🤩
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Namjoon
Jungkook looks adorable, Namjoon thinks as he snaps a photo of the youngest— asleep on the couch in his studio. It wasn't uncommon for the members to relax there, but Jungkook definitely does it the most. Just as Namjoon sends the photo to their group chat, Jungkook wakes with a groan. He stretches before a hand covers his mouth.
Namjoon looks at him, Jungkook's eyes are half lidded and hazy, hand on his month. Wait. Namjoon grabs the trash can under his desk, quickly holding it in front of Jungkook. The youngest takes the bin with a furrowed brow, then erupts with a sneeze, "HIHSH'Ew, ugh. Sorry." Jungkook mumbles, still sleepy. "What's this for?" He adds, lifting the bin slightly.
Namjoon looks at him blankly, "Oh, thank goodness, you're okay. I thought you were about to vomit," Namjoon laughs, half-heartedly because it has happened before, and you can never be too prepared. "Jeeze, hyung, you worry too much." Jungkook giggles.
Seokjin
Jin was peacefully cooking in the kitchen, making one of their go-to's, but still a favourite. The occasional member swings by sometimes to check in and help for a bit, which is why he wasn't surprised when the youngest walked into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a water, taking a few swigs. A drop accidentally goes down the wrong hole, making Jungkook splutter and cough. He throws himself over the sink, coughing and spitting water into the drain.
Seokjin abandons the veggies he was cutting and starts rubbing Jungkook's back, "you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin said, concerned for the younger. Jungkook nodded and swallowed, recovering from his clumsy drinking. He exhaled, "I'm okay. I swallowed funny and it went down the wrong way." Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Jin still rubbing his spine.
"Christ, you scared me half to death! I thought you were being sick or something." Seokjin admits, dramatically holding his heart. Jungkook chuckled, realising the misunderstanding, "sorry, hyung. I'm fine, I promise." Jungkook replies, earning a sigh and fluffing of his hair from Seokjin.
Hoseok
Put Jungkook with his Hoseokie-hyung and there's bound to be chaos. They were originally practising together, but somehow, it turned into a pirouette competition? Hoseok went first, and he'd say he was pretty graceful, remembering to point his toes as he spun around. Jungkook's high-pitched laugh rang in the air as he held his phone up, recording Hoseok. "Aish!" He exclaimed, "wow, that was hard." Hoseok stopped spinning, after doing approximately 4 turns, again, pretty impressive if you ask him.
"Jungkookie, your turn!" Hoseok beams, quickly flipping out his phone and recording as Jungkook takes the spotlight. He spins in quick succession, one, two, three, four, five?? Jungkook laughs at the very Hoseok-like noises as he films. Jungkook slows down and ends up victorious with 7 turns. Woah, he's kinda dizzy though. Jungkook pants, hand on his knee and arm to his middle.
"Wahhh, Jungkookie!... Hey, you feeling okay?" Hoseok ends the video, jogging to the youngest. He places a hand on his back, heart dropping. "Yeah- just dizzy." Jungkook laughs, straightening up to look at his hyung. "Are you about to puke?" Hoseok blurts, eyes starting to scan for a rubbish bin. "What? No, gosh. I'm fine Hobi-hyung," Jungkook breaks into high-pitched laughter, soon joined by the elder.
Taehyung
Taehyung has an arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulder, both sharing a blanket as they stare intently at the tv, playing an action movie. Taehyung knew the youngest loved them, but couldn't get as immersed as he could. Thus why when Jungkook made sniffly noises and put a hand over his mouth to stop from sobbing, Taehyung was very confused. And very worried. He had been paying attention and nothing too dramatically sad was happening (he thinks), so what's wrong with Jungkook???
"Jungkookie?" Taehyung holds Jungkook's cheek, body turned to face him. Jungkook looks towards his lap, a little embarrassed, his hand the only thing keeping him from audibly sobbing. "Are you getting sick or something? Your cheeks are pink." Taehyung worries, using his phone light to illuminate Jungkook's face. He sees the shaky fingers cupped over his mouth and assumes the worst. "Do you feel nauseous?" The singer questions.
Jungkook bubbles with a laugh, tears still coming out of his eyes. "I-I'm okay, Taehyungie-hyung." Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes, blinking back a couple more and taking some deep breaths. "How are you not sad? Iron man died." Jungkook pouts, maybe Taehyung wasn't paying as much attention as he thought. "I was more worried about you. It looked like you were gonna be sick!" Taehyung frets, pulling the youngest into a hug to calm both himself and Jungkook.
Yoongi
Jungkook sqints at the toilet. It's shiny and looking better already! He'd noticed some dust and decided he'd do a good deed and clean the toilet. Pretty normal thing to do, if you ask Jungkook. Though, Yoongi didn't see it that way when he first walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was half lit and he'd taken his contacts out already. He scans the youngest, who's squated in front of the toilet.
"Kook?" Yoongi says, suddenly next to him and rubbing his back. He's on his toes, ready to grab some pepto or another member. The youngest turns around to look at the older, a confused look on his face. "Do you want some water?" Yoongi offers, wiping his eyes tiredly. Jungkook is still confused as to what his hyung is doing.
"I'm okay, hyung," Jungkook replies. He is enjoying having his back rubbed though, he will admit. "Have you been sick?" Yoongi asks, although the toilet does look oddly clean. "What? Hyung, I'm cleaning the toilet, not throwing up," Jungkook breaks into laughter, clapping his hands. "Oh my bad, good work Kook-ah." Yoongi smiles, "you had me worried."
Jimin
Jimin looks over at the youngest from his position on the couch. Jungkook's face is puffy and he's got two pieces of toast in front of him. Plain toast. No butter, no jam, nothing. They've only got a recording session later this evening, so usually Jungkook works himself quite an impressive appetite even though it's only breakfast. He watches the youngest cringe with each bite, looking like he's zoning out.
He turns off his phone to pay more attention to Jungkook. He sees the younger's face twinge in discomfort or pain—he can't quite tell—and then move a hand under the table to place on his belly. Gotcha. Jimin's mood drops and he walks over to Jungkook, placing a hand on his back. Jungkook doesn't even resist the touch, not bothering to put up a facade as he pushes his plate away, resting his forehead on the table.
"Not feeling the best?" Jimin asks, "I feel sick." Jungkook replies and the dancer hums sympathetically. Jimin slides in the seat next to him, concern apparent on his face. "Kook, do you know what's upsetting you?" Jimin frowns worriedly. "I don't know, hyung... my stomach hurts." Jungkook says and then registers that these are all his tell-tale signs he's about to throw up. He moans at the realisation.
"Jungkook do you need me to bring the bin over?" Jimin stills his hand on Jungkook's back, able to hear the younger's stomach throwing a fit from where he's sitting. Jungkook lifts his head enough to give Jimin a nod. With haste, Jimin grabs the trash can from in the kitchen and brings it back. Jungkook takes the bin and lets it rest in his lap, staring at the meager contents and feeling his stomach churn unhappily.
Jimin can see goosebumps on Jungkook's arms and wishes relief for him so badly. Seeing the youngest pale and quiet, makes Jimin want to switch places with him. The weight of anticipation is soon ended when Jungkook coughs lightly and then breaks out into gags, bringing the bin right up to his face. "Deep breaths, Kook." Jimin says, worry etched onto his face.
Jungkook can only hiccup and release strained breaths, not quite what Jimin wants right now. "Hyung— I'm g-gonna throw up—" Jungkook whimpers, back arching into a 'c' as he retches productively. Jimin pats his back nervously, eyeing the bathroom door, considering relocating the sick maknae.
Gags fill Jungkook's ears and the smell of his previous toast is enough to make him go green in the face. Jungkook tries to focus on the hand on his back and the massaging of his neck but his stomach clearly has other plans. The organ squeezes harshly at every move Jungkook makes, forcing bill up his throat. "I hate this, hyung..." Jungkook mumbles, hugging the bin close.
"Yeah, being sick is no fun, it's a good thing you're healthy." Jimin kisses the singer's hair, "most of the time."
#bts#soft-for-yoongi writes#bts!sickfic#emeto#emeto mention#bangtan#jungkook#emeto fic#sickfic#vomit mention#sick#5+1 things#jungkook centric#sick!jungkook#caring!bts#tw vomit#vomiting#comfort#a little far fetched#but thats okay#nausea#bts emeto#tw emeto
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⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱
in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !
status, in session...
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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.
stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.
𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.
bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.
seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.
𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.
blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.
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itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.
𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.
ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.
𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.
nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.
𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.
nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.
𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.
nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.
𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.
aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.
le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.
𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.
txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.
𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.
enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.
p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.
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Uncle Kim
The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable
Pairing: Step-Uncle!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rough Smut, angst and little bit of fluf
Warnings: Rough Smut, teasing, daddy Tae, humiliation, degradation, puppy kink, daddy kink, cock slapping, naughty Yn
“Yn! Come downstairs!” you heard your stepfather shout, you annoyingly stood up from your bed before walking downstairs, not caring about your short pyjamas. “Yah! Kim Yn! Come down quick!” You heard your stepfather shout again making you groan as you fasten your pace of climbing down the stairs. Despite your stepfather being sweet and caring towards you, he still had a very bad temper and would start his rap when he is angry. “Good morning dad, what is it?” You said while yawning, stretching your arms, making your tiny tummy display. “Yah! It’s a good afternoon going on! Which girl wakes up at 1 p.m? Who is going to marry you if you behave like his?!” You just quietly sat down at the dining table and started eating your brunch without caring about your rapping stepfather. After a while you noticed him calm down and asked “Dad, when are you and mom going on the business trip?” You asked with an innocent face but inside you were planning to throw a party at the club after they leave. “Aren’t you too excited for us to leave?” Your mother said while walking into the scene with a suspicious look. You let out a nervous laugh before saying “N-No mom, why would I be excited to see you leave?” before your mother could talk, your stepfather interrupted “Jagya, you don't need to worry about her, I have someone who’ll take care of her” Your eyes widened hearing your stepfather’s comment “No! Why ?! I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” you father was about to reply but the bell disturbed your conversation. “I think he is here” Your stepfather said and even before you could say something he walked away to greet the ‘man’. You stomped your feet before sitting back down with a big pout, making sure everyone knew that you are sulking. You heard your father talk with the ‘man’ while walking towards the dining table. Soon they both were here as they sat on the dining table chairs, your father called “Yn-ah, here meet your caretaker” You looked up from the food to be captured in eye contact with those familiar chocolate brown eyes. You stare at those eyes as you let your lips escape a whisper “Taehyung?” You understood that he smiled when you noticed his eyes wrinkle a bit when he smiled. Your beautiful eye contact was disturbed by your stepfather “Yah! How many times have I told you to call him uncle?” Before your father could start his rap, Taehyung stopped him by saying “Jin hyung, stop it, she is just 4 years younger than me, right Yn?” His deep voice sent tingles down your spine, you notice how he had got a lot more buffer than the last time you saw him. His huge hand had prominent veins, sometimes you wonder how good his hand would look when it would be wrapped around your throat. “Are you alright Yn?” Your naughty bubble was broken by Taehyung’s sexy voice, you looked at him before whispering “Y-Yes T-Taehyung” You looked at him as he stared back at you, his stare was enough to make you feel wet between your legs.
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“So we’ll get going” Your stepfather said while looking at you and Taehyung. You made a cute pitiful face before saying “Eomma, appa, don’t gooo” Well… You wanted them to go before so that you could party but you knew you’ll not be able to handle yourself if you were left alone with Taehyung. “Aww, sweety, we have to go” Your mother said as she hugged you tightly while you too held her tightly “Don’t worry, Taehyung is here to take care of you! You won't feel alone at all” Your father said with a joyful face, only if he knew. “Let’s go, jagya. Bye-bye!” Your mother said while your stepfather walked her away before saying goodbye. You see their car drive away second by second until it’s not visible anymore. You turned around before closing the door, only to bump into a rock-hard chest. You looked up at him while he bent down until he was face to face with you, his breath fanning your lips as he said “You were desperate to be with me alone when we were young, what happened now?” He leaned in till only a centimetre distance was left between both of your lips. You just stared at him as leaned in more until his lips were on yours, still not moving. A few moments passed but he didn’t move his lips, so you decided to take matters into your hand and move your lips. As soon as you started to move your lips, he too started to move his lips as you both kissed softly which soon turned rough. Taehyung entered his tongue inside your mouth as you let it in. Soon his kiss moved down your body towards your collarbones as he sucked around them. Your mouth escapes a little moan when Taehyung finds your sweet spot. You could feel the wetness in your panties as Taehyung continued to suck on your neck. You were into the moment when suddenly it all stopped. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung standing in front of you, this time at a decent distance. You looked at him confused but your confusion turns into shock when he said “It’s your study time, go and study. Your father told me you are lagging in Math” He walked away after his doing as you continued to stare in shock before whispering in anger “Kim Fucking Taehyung!!!”
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The whole week went by Taehyung’s continuous teasing and nagging. The whole week you were left on edge, you even tried to masturbate but couldn’t finish. Today is Saturday and you decided to get back on Taehyung by teasing him. You wore a very scandalous dress that Taehyung would love to see you in but would hate to let others see it.
Yes, you decide to make him jealous, very basic but effective. You did your makeup and wore your heels before walking downstairs, making sure Taehyung hears you come. You saw him in the living room seeing something on the television. “Taehyung! I am going out with my friends to a club, I’ll be late at home so don't worry!” You say Taehyung look at you in shock as he heard you but his shocked face was turned into an angry one when he saw the dress you were wearing. You started to walk towards the door but before you could he grabbed you by your arm before turning you around. Your hands were on his chest as his eyes looked at you in jealousy. “You are going out to a club? And that too dress like that?! With whom?!” You internally smirked at his question but kept a neutral face and said “I am going out with Rayan and what’s the problem with my dress?” You pushed him a bit before twirling around and showing him your dress “You are going out with a guy and that too to a club” He said as he gripped your arm again but this time tighter. “You are not going anywhere especially wearing that dress” He said as he pulled you towards him. You whined in protest, trying to get away but inside you were loving the attention. “What’s your problem, Taehyung?! I am not a little girl, I can take care of myself. You are not my dad to interfere in my life” You said, maybe a little too harsh, you could see flames of anger inside his eyes and now you regret what you said. Fear slowly accumulates in your body as you shuttered “T-Tae-ah” You tried to say but were stopped when suddenly Taehyung gripped your throat. His grip painfully tight, his other free hand holding both your hands behind your back. “Oh babygirl, you really shouldn’t have said that. Gonna show you whom this slutty body belongs to, making sure you know who is your real daddy” His remark made you clench your legs tight, a small whimper escapes your lips as he tightens his grip on your throat “Gonna make sure you scream daddy all night” He said before throwing you on his shoulders and walking towards his room. Your mind floods with anticipation and lust. He walked inside his room, locking the door before throwing you onto the king-size bed he had, your breast jiggled due to the impact making him hungry for you.
He hovered above your small frame before taking your lips into a rough kiss. You tried to match his pace equally but still lagging. He gripped your clothed breast in his hand before squeezing it making you moan. Taking this as a chance, he entered his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth. He detached his lips from yours before moving them down to your neck, sucking a load of hickeys on your neck making you a moaning mess. Satisfied enough of the art he created on your neck, he moved down until he was lying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. In a swift movement, he pushed the hemline of your dress to your stomach as his eyes came in contact with your sexy crotchless underwear “Fuck! You were begging to be fucked. Fucking slut!” He said as he rubbed harshly onto your bear wetness. Your crotchless underwear made it easy for him to access your raw entrance. He pulled down your panties before throwing them somewhere in the room before saying “Spread your legs wide for daddy” Submissively you pulled your legs apart, displaying your greedy cunt to his hungry eyes “Fuck, such a tiny cunt you have” Pushing your legs up his shoulders, he bends down to nudge your clit, smelling your essence. Sticking his tongue out, liking your folds as he brings his free hand to flick your clit. His harsh actions on your sensitive pussy bring loud moans from your mouth. “Come on baby, moan louder for me, let everyone know who is pleasuring you ao good” He encourages as he continues to eat your pussy like a hungry wolf. Moving away from your pussy making you whine he pushed your legs from his shoulders to your chest before commanding you to hold them wide. You desperately acknowledged his command and pulled your legs wide apart. Taehyung sucked on his two fingers, wetting them enough before pushing them into your leaking hole making you release a deep breathy moan “Fuck, daddy!” Taehyung lets out a low moan seeing his fingers disappear in your hole. You were almost near your orgasm when he unexpectedly pulled his digs out of your cunt making you whine loudly “You thought you were gonna cum after the stunt you pulled, no babygirl that’s not how it works” He said before pulling down the straps of your dress until your dress is bunched up on your stomach. Your nipples hardened as soon as they came in contact with air. He pinched your perky nips before saying “You are such a naughty girl, going out without any proper garments. Looks like I have to put some sense in that slutty brain of yours. On your knees, crawl to me” He said before sitting on a chair that was in the corner of the room “Come on, baby girl, crawl to daddy” His dirty comment made you clench your thighs together as you slowly gained your strength before getting up from the bed and kneeling on the cold marble floor. You slowly got onto your hands and knees before crawling towards him. You crawled until you were in front of him as you looked up at him with your big puppy eyes “Such a good little pup for daddy” He said as he pushed your face onto his covered crotch. Humilation fills your veins as he said “Such a slutty little pup, you are a cock hungry bitch, aren’t you?” You wanted to say now but couldn’t help but just clench your thighs together to prevent any wetness to leak.
He stood up for a moment before pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He sat back down on the chair, manspreading as he gripped his cock “Open and suck” He commanded and you obeyed like a good girl, opening your mouth to take in his huge cock. You begin to take him slowly but he grips your hair and shoves his cock inside your mouth making him groan loudly. He grips your scalp as he controls your rhythm, you move your tongue around the tip of his cock making him moan loudly ”Such a pretty little cockslut you are” he moans out and pushes his cock deeper into your throat. Pulling his cock out of your mouth only to slap it on your face a few times before harshly showering it back in your mouth. “Yes, take my cock like a good slut” He curses as his tip met with the back of your throat making you gag. Tears streamed down your face as he thrust hard in your mouth, his moans making liquids gush out of your cunt making you clench your legs. “I am gonna cum baby” he says before cumming in your mouth, pulling out of your mouth before making sure you swallow his cum. “On the bed, ass up” He said, tapping your face lightly. You obeyed his command as you moved from your knees towards the bed. You got on all fours on the bed, making sure your ass sticks up high enough for him to see your both pucked holes. He walked towards you before hovering above your small frame. He took both of your hands in his grip before holding them behind you with his one hand. Pumping his cock he slowly tapped it on your clit making you whine “What was that baby?” He said while rubbing his tip on your clit “Please I want your cock daddy” you begged as your hips moved up in search of friction but he prevented you from doing so “Hmm, you want my cock, baby? But do you deserve it? Do you baby?” He says as he enters his tip into your hole before immediately pulling it out making you whine in frustration “Please daddy! I want your cock!!” you screamed only to be replaced by another painful moan as he spanks your ass “Behave slut!” He said as he gripped onto your asscheek “I’m sorry daddy, please I want your cock” He strokes your pussy slowly making you whine “Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck your slut. Tame my naughty pussy with your big cock. Fuck me like a whore I am” You begged him in desperation, this time you didn’t care if you sounded like a whore. “Since you begged so nice” He said before slowly entering his cock into your pussy, making you gasp because of the stretch. Slowly thrusting in you as he moaned when he felt you clench around him “Faster daddy, please fuck me faster” you said as he obeys and increases his speed “Fucck!! you fuck me so good daddy!!” You moaned loudly, feeling his girth stretch your tiny cunt, his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot “Fuck!! Such a tight cunt you have!!” Your both’s moans echoed throughout the whole room, and both of your bodies glistened with sweat as if the air conditioner didn't work. You felt your orgasm approach as you clench your wall around his cock wanting to make him cum too “I’m gonna cum daddy” You moaned out “Be a good girl and hold it, cum when I say” Nodding your head while you moaned as he wreaked you “Cum” not being able to hold anymore you came as well as squirted as he commanded, creaming his dick with your cum “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” he moaned a string of curses as he pulls out and cums on your ass. You lay there breathless, trying to catch your breath. You felt Taehyung release you from his grasp before walking away. You felt disappointed, well maybe you expected a confession. “Maybe he really doesn’t like me” You whispered before pouting but gasped when you heard him “What are you pouting about? Did you not feel good?” He asked while walking towards you with a wet towel “W-what are you doing?” You questioned him as he hovered above you again “Cleaning you up, aftercare is necessary. Take a nap if you want” He said before wiping his cum off your ass, you just lay there as he cleaned up before walking away to dispose off the towel to the laundry. You got under the covers, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to engulf you. You were almost about to sleep but got startled when you felt Taehyung wrap his arm around you “Sleep baby, sleep” He said pushing you into his chest, you too wrapped your arms around his torso as you let sleep consume you. “I love you my baby” Taehyung whispers into your hair as he notices you sleeping. He placed a small peck on your forehead before closing his eyes and sleeping.
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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter V: Same Old, Different New
Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader
Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut
Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.
Warning: Underage alcohol consumption (in the flashback), everyone is basically in this chapter pls bear with me lol
Word Count: 11.5k
A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting last night HHHH I got sucked into doing something last minute but please enjoy!
Chapter V: Same Old, Different New || Series Masterlist
“Hyungie, open up.” You say as you held a spoonful of fish stew in front of your ill bedridden best friend.
Being at the ripe age of nine, Taehyung thought it was a good idea to play on one of the days of Geochang’s rainy season. Being his best friend, you were easily influenced despite the protests of both his parents and your grandparents. You both thought they were just there to ruin your fun, but in reality, it was to protect you because days after you got sick but not Taehyung for some miracle.
However, Taehyung made it his goal to take care of you such as feeding you, tucking you in bed, putting a cold cloth on your heated forehead, and giving you disgusting ginger lemon tea to help your sore throat.
Eventually, you got better within the week, but it was Taehyung’s turn to get sick and you immediately felt bad that he got it from you. Nonetheless, you made it your goal as well to care for your best friend.
Taehyung opened his mouth and took in the delicious content. He was pampered by the Gods, or in this case, you. You did the same thing, but better—his words, not yours. You fluffed his pillows, cuddled with him since you were immune to any sickness, and scratched his scalp to his liking.
“You’re the best at taking care of me.” He cheesed, wiggling in happiness under his blankets.
“Not as much as you did with me! Look I’m better!” You countered, giving him more spoonfuls of soup. “Plus, I’m the one who got you sick…”
“True, but I would be upset if it were anyone else. You’re an exception.” He reassured you. “If I got it from Eunjeong and Sungyeon, there would be problems.” You laughed at his sayings.
“You’re such a mean eldest brother.” You joked to which he pouted. “But you’re the best of best friends.”
The sides of his lips lifted upwards forming his rectangular smile. “Impossible. You’re number one, Blue.”
You hummed and shrugged, “Maybe to you. But you’re number one to me.” You tilted the bowl towards him, so he can finish it all up. He slurped the remaining in the dish and gasped in satisfaction, thanking you a million times more.
“Taehyung, stop. You don’t need to do that.” You pushed away the chopsticks holding a piece of tuna that Taehyung pushed in front of your face.
The morning arrived sooner than you liked and the hospital was filled with more murmurs and rushing health professionals from behind the door of your room. You were tired as hell, but the nurse suggested you eat first before going back to sleep. You were assigned to eat three meals daily due to your previous eating habits, so the tray before you had all the nutrients you needed for breakfast.
Though you expected to be alone by now, Taehyung was still right by your side. It made you curious that he was here and not at home. Didn’t he have like…a busy life as an idol? Now he was trying to feed you food.
You were a bit embarrassed by it but more so uncomfortable at how he was being. You remembered how you used to take care of one another when the other was sick, but this was different.
“But you need to eat, Blue.” He frowned. “Plus lemme take care of you like when we were younger.” He pushed, but the blank stare in your demeanor made him put the utensils down. You sighed in relief so that you could finally eat on your own.
“Don’t call me Blue. I may have said yes but you haven’t earned anything yet for you to call me that. That was before and now is different. Do you understand me? I also can eat for myself, it’s not like my limbs aren’t working. I’m grown too.” You informed with a stern tone as you mouthed a spoonful of rice. You saw him frown, biting his lip and nodding. You hated that you felt guilty for being cruel but it was true. You couldn’t let him in that easily. “But I appreciate what you’re doing for me. You know you can leave right?” You eased him, noticing how tensed he was before.
He nodded before licking his lips as a habit. “I know, but I don’t want you to be alone here. I remember how you get…”
He did it again, but this time you let it slide. You scrunched your face at the hard reality of those words. You really hated being by yourself, especially in new environments. You’ve been in Seoul for a little over half a year, but everywhere you went didn’t seem as right. Most likely because you were alone for the majority of the time, but you couldn’t do anything so you had to suck it up and get used to it.
“Thank you again.” You told him, politely smiling.
“No need to thank me, Bl—I mean, ___.” He chuckled nervously as he watched you eat more and more, looking appreciative at how you were stuffing your cheeks.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, but it wasn’t as bad as before. It just…needed some getting used to again. Taehyung was a person you held many memories with, then he vanished for years and now he was back, so it was difficult to approach it without acknowledging the gap and distance between you two. But hey, it was something.
“So…” You cleared your throat. “How long do I have to be here?”
“I told them a month because you needed to rest, but I knew you would complain…”
“And you’re right about that.” You responded, sipping on some orange juice.
“So the doctors compromised with two weeks,” Taehyung informed as he drank his hot chocolate. You pondered that he was still anti-coffee after all these years, but never told him.
“Two weeks is too long. I don’t have any illness or broken anything really. I still have work and scho—”
“While you were out, Kenji and Seojoon Hyung were with me before they left for the night. Kenji told me to tell you that you’re off until you were in stable condition.” He reported as he leaned back into his chair.
“But—”
“He also mentioned that I should fight you until you agreed. His words, not mine.” The idol grinned, remembering the little complaint the younger man displayed. But then the smile vanished as to why he took the advice from someone that barely knew you. Also though Kenji meant no harm, it felt like poison in the idol’s veins every time you interacted with your coworker.
You slapped your palms over your eyes and groaned. “Then he mustn’t know how expensive staying at a hospital is. It’s gonna cost me a for—”
“No, I paid for everything.” He shook his head before you looked at him flabbergasted.
Your jaw dropped as you blinked dumbly, “No, you shouldn’t have. Stop—”
“Why not? ___, you haven’t taken care of yourself properly. You were literally dehydrated and starving yourself, in addition to putting all this unnecessary stress on you. Kenji told me you’re working seven days now while still in school!” Why did Kenji know so much about you? Taehyung grew concerned and wanted to know who your coworker exactly was. “I know we’re still in a weird purgatory with our friendship that we rekindled three hours ago, but I still care for you, if not more than before, whether or not we grew apart. I don’t like when you do this to yourself, you of all people should know. It’s not healthy, and you know I’m right.”
He was scolding, and you were pissed, but you couldn’t deny that he was right. Similar events happened like this where you would faint in school or at home. They weren’t chronic, but it was mainly due to having so much stress at a very young age. Your body went into overdrive at certain points where it couldn’t handle thus blacking out. Stressors came from socializing, helping your family farm on the weekends, your elderly grandparents aging, studying in school, the list could go on and vary by the person.
Taehyung was there for almost all of your fainting and stood by you while holding your hand to ensure that you weren’t feeling as stressed. He’d scold you, kinda like now, but it was because he was worried. He tried doing the most for you, whether it was being the first to speak to someone, to helping you on the farm to assisting you and your grandparents with some daily stretches, to reduce muscle tension.
“Y—you’re right…” You exhaled as you glanced at him. His pupils dilated with his lips apart, surprised that you were being levelheaded with him rather than yelling. “This was my first faint in Seoul, so I’m sure everyone except you didn’t know what to do.”
Taehyung hummed faintly before his eyebrows pushed together, “Did you faint after…you know…I—” He hated mentioning it, but it happened. Fortunately, you knew what he was talking about so you nodded.
“A lot during my undergraduate years actually…” This brought an aching frown onto the idol’s face. “I was never alone though. I had roommates who helped and it was usually surrounded by crowds. Although it was sometimes too much for them…”
Saturated silence covered the room, though it was even lighter compared to a couple of minutes ago. Maybe it was that you were both “catching up,” but this wasn’t something you’d expect with “catching up.”
Nevertheless, Taehyung reached for your hand and opened your palm out. Using his thumbs, he applied pressure to it, thumbing down your skin. He has done this before as past time while you were both doing nothing but having your quality time. “I wish for you to never go through with that again. If so, I hope that it would happen when you’re with me.” He spoke timidly, being careful with his wording. “Please take care of yourself. I don’t wanna see you in a hospital again unless you’re giving birth.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you tried hiding the laughter within you, “You’re a shithead, you know that?”
“Mmm, no. I’ve heard asshole and dick.” He shrugged as a light smirk formed on his lips. You looked away as you continued finishing your food. “But I really am serious when I say to take care of yourself. Now if you want me to take c—”
“I’m not making you do that.”
“Then you take care of yourself.” He stated. “Saying you’re a grown woman, yet you drink three cans of Coke as a meal??”
You pouted, having no comeback so you finally let it go and agreed. “Fine, but the hospital bill. You didn’t need to do that.”
“I want to and I can. It’s all part of caring for you, okay?”
You sighed before nodding. You were still careful of him, but you accepted his presence back into your life. Improvements were being made slowly but surely. You wondered how this would go.
The nurse came by again to give Taehyung a complimentary meal. Perks of being an idol you assumed but as she settled the tray down, she turned her head to say, “By the way, Mr. Kim. There’s someone outside of the room. She said she has been notified by one of the people on the entry list for Miss ___.”
Before Taehyung could even speak, you interjected. “It’s probably Halmeoni. Kenji must have told her where I was and wanted to check up on me. Send her in.”
The nurse has a puzzled expression but merely nodded as she left the room. Taehyung shifted back at you and said, “You have a nice boss…”
“Well, ye—” You barely completed your sentence as the door slammed open, flinching you and Taehyung. Your eyes searched for the sound, then creased your forehead at this newcomer. She was definitely not Halmeoni, not even being a Halmeoni.
But Taehyung knew exactly who she was. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, dressed in her athleisure wear, yet sported a YSL crossbody bag. Her face writhed with frustration, but eyes bounced off of him and you, someone who she doesn’t know.
The idol got up from his seat and faced his body to his girlfriend. “C-Clara—“
“Tae, where have you been? You’ve been gone the entire night and missed our morning walk together.” Clara complained as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Since you were with Seojoon Oppa, I called him and ask where you were and he said the hospital. I came right away thinking you were hurt, but the front desk told me you were a visitor and—”
Her eyes landed on you. Nothing on you or your face screamed familiarity to her mind. Her brain couldn’t click at the sight of you, but her thoughts questioned who were you and how you knew her boyfriend. But despite looking rather sickly, the socialite deemed the visual of South Korea thought you were pretty.
Intimidatingly and competitively pretty.
“Who’s she?” Clara simply asked Taehyung who was practically a goldfish.
No thoughts were running through his mind right now. He didn’t expect to let his girlfriend meet his childhood best friend. If anything, that was at the very bottom of his thoughts list. Yet it still happened…earlier than he wanted, and when did he want it? Never at all.
Judging by her behavior, questions, and the worried look plastered on her face, you recollected the subtle memory of Jungkook revealing that Taehyung had a girlfriend of five years.
This was probably the girlfriend in front of you.
Unnoticeably to the two, you scrutinized her. You bit the inside of your cheeks. She looked familiar, probably someone famous but not in the entertainment industry. Regardless, she was drop-dead gorgeous, making you feel a bit insecure. So this was Taehyung’s type? Huh, couldn’t blame him. He was always uniquely handsome, a stunning visual.
But he was being an idiot right now by not answering his girlfriend’s question. You didn’t want her to accuse you of something. She looked approachable—kinda not really—, but your intuition says she could use her power over you.
So you decided to step in. “You must be…” Her irises diverted to you again as your brain worked its magic. “Clara, his girlfriend? Taehyung has told me so much about you.”
The idol finally resumed as he snapped back towards you with a stupefied look. The both of you knew it was a straight-up lie, but you eyed him out before laying them back on his pissed-off girlfriend and smiled. “I must say you’re very pretty and graceful in person.”
All of sudden, the tension peeled off her body when a smile formed on her. “He has?” She cooed as she stepped closer to the bed. You nodded and grinned. Fuck, you were prettier up close, an approachable and family-winning face, she thought. “Tae, aren’t you gonna introduce me to her? I mean she already knows bu—”
You giggled and Clara couldn’t help but observe your every move. Meanwhile, Taehyung rolled his eyes but guessed it was time. “So Clara, this is ___ ___. She’s my childhood best friend from Geochang.” He presented you with such precision, hiding an exciting smile. But then glanced at Clara who kept her stare at you. “___, this is Na Clara. My…girlfriend.”
“Childhood best friend?” The socialite pointed out before looking at her boyfriend. “You never told me you had a childhood best friend.”
Taehyung scratched the back of his head, not out of nervousness but you could sense a bit of irritation, but Clara doesn’t notice a thing. “Uhh, we had a falling out before I debuted. I thought it was over…But we met again a couple of weeks back when I was out with Seojoon Hyung and Wooshik Hyung.”
“Oh, so it’s been a while since you reunited with her?” Clara questioned, biting her pink-coated lips. “Why didn’t you tell me about her now, at least?”
Taehyung seemed appalled at her behavior. “Why does it—”
Oh, no. You refused to listen to this potential fight, so you butted it again. “Uhh, I’m practically irrelevant in his life now. He’s right about the childhood best friend, but it’s more was. I’m just an acquaintance. It was nice of him to visit—“
“___, you’re not irrelevant.” Taehyung gloomed, but you didn’t care as you were trying to save his ass.
“Either way, it was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again.” You greeted the socialite before glaring at the idol. “I think you should go and say whatever you have to say elsewhere.” As if you conversed this with him through your mind, he got the gist that you didn’t want to see an argument happening. Yet his eyes widened for a sign of your reassurance of being alone. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Kenji texted that he’ll visit later today.” It was another white lie, but he may come knowing how much his grandparents would nag him to bring you homemade dishes.
Taehyung’s eye twitched at the mention of Kenji. He wanted to say a thing or two but restrained himself as he wasn’t in a position to do so. So he gave in and nodded. “Be safe, okay? If you need anything, just text me.”
“Don’t worry so much, Mr. Big-Shot Idol. I’ll be fine.” You smiled comfortingly, which eased Taehyung.
“It was nice meeting you too!” Clara spoke back, waving goodbye. “Maybe we can hang out sometime.”
You didn’t know if you wanted that, but you nodded civilly. You began to question if bringing Taehyung back into your life was the right decision.
-
“I can’t believe you fucking came!” Taehyung banged the front door open, stomping inside and through the entranceway. Clara closed the door behind her and rushed behind him. She watched as he paced around the living room, not caring if he had shoes inside the house. “Barging into the room like that, have you no shame at all?”
“I do have shame! Why’d you think I waited outside until I got permission.” Clara reasoned.
“Didn’t Hyung tell you that I wasn’t hurt?”
“No, he told me that you’ve been at the hospital the whole night if you weren’t back home.” She explained. He groaned at Seojoon’s choice of words. “He didn’t say anything else because I hung up and came rushing! You had me worried sick! I thought something happened to you!”
“Well, I’m fine as you can fucking see.” The idol said sardonically.
Clara sighed, trying to be as rational as possible. “So, that girl…what even happened anyway?”
Taehyung slummed himself onto the couch and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.
“She fainted at work because of exhaustion and stress. She tends to do that, so I had to make sure she’s fine since she has no family in Seoul.”
The socialite wrinkled her face, gathering more questions. “And she really is your childhood best friend? You’re not ch—”
“Why do you always think I’m cheating if I encounter another girl or hang out with anyone but you?” The idol retorted as he puts pressure on his temples. “I gave you no fucking reason for you to accuse me of cheating. Don’t you trust me?”
“I do! I ju—”
“You just nothing.” He interrupted. “Don’t stay shit like that if there’s no reason.”
“I’m sorry! It’s just…” She bit her lips, rubbing her bicep at his statement. “She’s really pretty, Taehyung.”
Taehyung squinted his eyes at her, incredulous to say the least. “How do you even want me to respond to that? Aren’t you like getting compliments and praise left and right? This was never an issue?”
Her face twisted then shrugged, “It’s not. I’m just saying…How long have you known her?”
Taehyung protruded his lips out, debating if he should tell her. He wasn’t necessarily against sharing things about you, but it was different with his…girlfriend. It didn’t feel right to do so, Taehyung knew deep down.
However, if he wanted you to be back in his life, this also meant showing you to others who were a part of his life after you, including Clara and his other members. He couldn’t keep you all to himself. He felt iffy about it, but he had to no matter what. “Well, if you must know, we’ve known each other for almost twenty years. But I haven’t seen her for nearly half of it. She’s known Kim Taehyung before all of this.”
Clara had something in her eyes that Taehyung couldn’t figure out. Wondering? Curious? Jealous? It was difficult to explain, but he didn’t think it was a bad sign. To save his brain all the trouble, she finally spoke. “How do you feel meeting her again?”
The idol was taken aback, not expecting her to ask that. It was weird but somewhat appreciative. “Uhh, it’s good? She kinda hates me, but she’s willing to be friends again.”
“Why would you say she hates you?”
“Like what was said earlier, we had a falling out.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, how many questions do you have?” He fussed.
“She’s literally the only person who knew you the longest other than your family. She probably knows everything about you and I’m curious.” She casually replied.
“Maybe more than she admits though…” He mumbled and she couldn’t get what he said. But before she could ask him, he went ahead and said, “We had a falling out because I was a complete dick to her and basically ignored her after moving to Seoul.”
Taehyung closed his eyes, not knowing how painful it must have been for you. You needed him, but he wasn’t there for you. The guilt oozed inside him. Though he couldn’t make it up, he hoped that he could rekindle your friendship and regain your trust in little to no time.
“So she was just a friend?” Clara brought him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, why?” Taehyung answered swiftly. She blinked at her boyfriend whilst he stared back in confusion. He gave no other indications. Strange…he told the truth but there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.
“Well, if she’s a part of your life again, then maybe we can hang out with her. Bring her to parties, don’t you think?” Clara suggested. “After all, she has no one in Seoul.”
Taehyung hated that he liked her idea. He agreed that he should bring you into some get-togethers, but not spend time with his girlfriend and best friend together. Yet it was part of his way into helping you heal your scars and open you up to trusting people again, including himself. He wanted you to get back on your feet socially, and that was something he wanted to do.
-
Weeks went by and you were still cautious of Taehyung, but you couldn’t help to admit that you missed him. You forgot how much his aura made your day. He looked weary most of the time, but his demeanor spun a 180 when he came to visit you. Sometimes he was with Jimin, Jungkook, Seojoon, and even Clara shockingly. There were moments where she’d watch your every move but nothing too intense. The girl seemed friendly and wanted to get to know you a little better, but of course, you were still traumatized from the past girls who approached you. Heck, even the others wanted to know you too.
But once he was alone, he was reassured that they meant no harm and were genuine. More or less for Clara, but she was his girlfriend after all. Despite all, Taehyung made it a routine to visit you while you were in the hospital, interrogating you if you ate or drank water which you did.
By the time, you were discharged. You glowed radiantly like a goddess and plumper in the face and cheeks, looking like the Blue he knew and loved. Though you told him not to, he always called you Blue in his head and sometimes with Jungkook and Jimin.
You still couldn’t go back to work as your boss instructed you to come back a month after leaving the hospital, which was bullshit from your perspective. But it gave you time to rest and focus on school. You were doubtful of it, but knowing you couldn’t do anything about it, you nodded. It was difficult to find a job as is, and finding a job that worked with your hours was a needle in the haystack.
But still, you were grateful for your bosses. They even closed an hour or two within their business hours to visit you. They gave you so many side dishes and stews while ranting to you about how they missed their favorite worker and how terrible Kenji was by himself.
While Kenji was there too.
More weeks passed and you were finally able to work again. You went back to working five days now. Halmeoni refused to give you any more, even insisted on doing less but you denied it and stuck with your regular shifts. With that, Taehyung also visited and ate at the restaurant. You were still his server, but this time, you actually held a conversation with him and treated him warmly. There was still distance, he could sense that kilometers away but he enjoyed every minute of it.
One night, he and Jungkook stayed back and helped clean the restaurant up. Your bosses and Kenji didn’t deny the free labor from the handsome rich idols, so you let it be. Less stress for you maybe.
Kenji left quickly for the day as he had a group project to work on, so you were left alone to close up. Once you hung your apron on the hook, you turned to Jungkook who called your name. You shouldered your bag and tilted your head. “So my birthday is coming up, and I was wondering if you would like to come.”
You scrunched your nose, and a million thoughts ran through your mind. “I-I’m invited? You really want me to come?”
Jungkook gawked blankly at you. You looked so serious and worried. He turned to his older member and Taehyung only nodded at your behavior. “O-of course, ___. I’m inviting you right now! I’d love for you to come.”
“Oh.” You said quietly. You bit your lips and fiddled with your fingers, wondering what to say. “Ummm, when and where is it?”
“It’ll be next Saturday! You don’t work weekends right?” You shook your head, making Jungkook grin in happiness. “It starts at 8 PM. It’ll be at Taehyungie Hyung’s house.”
“Why is it at his and not yours?”
Jungkook blushed hard at your thoughtless question. He felt a bit embarrassed to say it, but Taehyung chimed in. “Jungkookie’s house is not fit to invite guests. It’s not messy, just structured unusually.”
“I just have a lot of stuff…” The younger member tried defending himself, but it didn’t seem solid.
“So you think you could come ___?” Taehyung asked, hoping you say yes.
“I…I love to, but who’ll be there?” You were asking many questions because you feared it would be a full-on party to which you’d take back your acceptance.
“Don’t worry. Hyung says you’re not comfortable with big parties.” You eyed Taehyung out for exposing your shyness. “I’m also shy too, so I don’t have many friends. It’ll just be our members, some partners, maybe some of Tae’s Wooga Hyungs, my close idol friends, and my brother is coming into town. It’ll just be a grilling dinner, really. I promise. Maybe even karaoke.” Jungkook comforted your hesitancy and you appreciated him for that.
In fact, besides getting closer to Taehyung, you’ve also grown fond of Jungkook and Seojoon. Though you barely spoke to Seojoon, he was there for many occurrences but he seemed comforting. Jimin seemed too much for you that you were overwhelmed, but he meant well. Also, his eye contact scared you. Jungkook was a good ground. Maybe because he was younger and shy like you.
You nodded before smiling tenderly. A breathtaking sight in both Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung being that it was been a while since he has seen you smile so genuinely. Jungkook being that he may have a teeny tiny crush on you. You just looked so gentle. “I’ll be there, but I may need the address.”
“I’ll send it to you,” Taehyung announced.
“Why not me?” Jungkook pouted.
“It’s my house address.”
“Point taken.”
-
It was the following weekend and the older members were preparing the food on the table. Jungkook was busy greeting his guests, Jimin and Wooshik were having a conversation, Clara did some last-minute cleaning and Taehyung was scared shitless for you.
This was the first time he asked you to hang out beyond your work. Well, technically Jungkook asked but it still counted. This will also be the first time you actually meet almost everyone new in his life. This was new territory for you, because not only being introduced to new people, but these were also idols, artists, and influencers. He knew you were nothing like them, you probably knew too. He knew you were nervous and scared to be outside of your comfort zone. He only wished to keep you calm and relaxed the whole night through.
But for him? Taehyung didn’t really understand you. When you first met again, you ignored him. Then, you were vile and snappy. Next, you were still mean but at least you spoke to him civilly. Now you were a little bit approachable. You were hot and cold, mainly cold but he didn’t know where he stood in this. Were you even willing to be in a friendship with him? You don’t seem like you wanted it, despite the friendlier exchanges. He felt lost and didn’t know how to talk about it with you.
“Babe, you okay?” Taehyung felt arms wrapped around his waist, startling him. He looked down and spotted Clara looking curious, noticing how tense he was. “You seem frazzled.”
“Just a lot going on.” He replied. Her grip loosened as she lets go but held one of his hands.
“Are the sessions doing okay?”
His jaw hardened. Of course, she’d ask that. “Yeah, they’re great.” He answered, but sarcasm rang around it.
She hummed before grabbing a filled glass of wine from a tray. She sipped the content before saying, “Who else is Kookie inviting?” She scanned the room, getting more and more packed with familiar faces.
As if Jungkook heard, he stopped by the couple. “Where’s ___?”
“You invited her too?” Clara’s eyes widened in shock.
“Yeah, she’s my friend too.” Jungkook cheesed in pride, but it made Taehyung’s eyes twitch. “Is she coming?”
The front door opened and the three’s attention went toward who was coming in. The two youngest members thought it was you, but three men stepped in—Wooga Squad, Hyungsik, Seojoon, Sunghwan, and Namhyuk. Taehyung pierced his eyes at Namhyuk. It seemed that he finally had time to hang out after months. It was good to see, he thought, but still felt weirded out.
Clara waved at the older men and greeted them. She excused herself to hug all three of them, happy to see their attendance. Her boyfriend observed their interactions, feeling nothing, and had no comments.
“Did she text you?” Jungkook asked, growing worried. “Did you send her the right address?”
“Chill, bro.” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. “She’ll come, she doesn’t back out. She’s probably just worried or lost. I live a little out of Seoul.”
“Doesn’t she know us though?”
“Yeah, but it’s different than showing face. She needs to be eased into these kinds of things.” Taehyung informed the younger as his eyes went towards the door. “Believe me, I know.”
Jungkook raised his brow at him. “Really? You know.” He knew you were his childhood best friend, but he acted like no shit happened between you two until recently. “Hyung, she’s not fifteen anymore. It’s different.”
But Taehyung diverted his eyes, staring seriously at his member. “Whether she’s fifteen or twenty-five, I know her. Things are different now, but there are still those same old things I know too well like the back of my hand.” The conversation ended there, but there were still some things Jungkook wanted to say. But he went against them, or else people would know about his interest in you.
But Taehyung knew by the looks of it and he didn’t like it one bit.
Taehyung’s phone rang and he instantly checked who it was—you were calling. He excused himself away from Jungkook so that he doesn’t hear your conversation. Once he was at a distance from the crowd, he answered and greeted you.
“I think I’m here?” You announced through the speakers. “These houses are too big and it took me an hour to get here.”
“Why didn’t you call me to come to get you? You would have been here sooner.”
“You’re literally hosting it at your house. I could never ask you that.” You countered. He heard shuffling in the background, most likely you were carrying something else. “It’s fine because I was running late anyway.”
“You know you can knock, right?” He gazed at the entrance, waiting for some kind of sound.
“I know, but…well, I’m gonna be honest. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes. I even saw Seojoon and the others go in but I hid behind a car.”
“What, why?”
“I’m nervous, Taehyung.” You squeaked, breathing slowly. “People like you, they don’t like me as much.”
He hated your doubts, wanting to take them away from you. “Don’t say that, ___. You know almost half of them and they like you. The rest will like you too.”
“You think so?”
“Of course and I never lie to you.”
You respired, “Okay, but like can you get me? I feel awkward coming in by myself.”
He smiled pleasantly. “Yeah, I’ll be there. See you soon.” You ended the call and Taehyung began walking through the guests.
“Is ___ here?” Jungkook begged him once the call ended.
“___’s coming?” Jimin’s eyes shined in glee.
“Wait, ___?” Yoongi heard your name. “Your best friend, ___?”
“Why is she coming? Did you two make up?” Hoseok wondered. “Jungkook, you know about this?”
“I invited her!” The youngest publicized. “She’s my friend now!”
Wooshik gasped, “You brought the cute waitress friend from the restaurant?”
Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh my God, before anyone else speaks, yes to all—Wait, why are you calling her cute—You know what? Never mind. She’s here actually, but don’t stare at her like some woodland creature! She’s nervous about meeting all of you so cut her some slack.” His eyes roamed his friends who stood quietly, even nodding. “I’ll go get her.” He resumed his walk out.
“Wait, why not me?” Jungkook asked.
“She asked me to,” Taehyung muttered before opening the entrance and stepping outside.
The idol eyeballed over his driveway and front lawn, but there were still no signs of you. He walked down the porch stairs and called your name. All of sudden, a neatly curled head of hair popped up from behind a parked car. You walked around the vehicle, fully revealing yourself to him and Taehyung’s irises widened.
In addition to your hair styled softly curled, this was the first time he saw you in makeup. It was natural and enhanced, but you had a touch of red on your lips. You usually bare-faced into work, most likely because you were too tired to care. But what made him blown away was the dress you wore. A faint tangerine hue midi dress with thin straps that had floral patterns precisely spread across the fabric, the skirt of the dress flowed like a mermaid. You paired it off with some nude block heels.
Taehyung gulped at your appearance. It was so you like how he remembered, but so… mature and grown. This really was you, his best friend ever since he was young. His Blue. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you until you clear your throat.
“Stop staring, it doesn’t help my anxiousness.” You went up to him and pushed the tray of confectionery into his hands.
“S-sorry.” He apologized before looking down at what you gave him. He inspected it a little longer before he gasped in utter disbelief. “Are these…”
“Yes, they’re my butter mochi.” You finished his ask with a reply. “I didn’t have time, nor money to buy him something. I also don’t know what an idol would want besides name-brand things. I slept late last night to make them…Do you think he’ll like it?”
His eyes met your worried ones, but he couldn’t help to find endearment in your concerns. “Of course, ___. He’ll love them. Jungkook is literally a hyena with any food.”
You exhaled as you flattened your dress down, “Is this too much? This isn’t even mine. I had to borrow this from Kenji’s sister and she lent me some make—”
“___, you’re blabbering.”
“I know I told you I was nervous, but is it really showing?”
“Unfortunately, it is.” He spoke honestly, to which you groaned. “But again, you’ll be okay. With all the hype Jungkook and Jimin have been giving you, I’m sure you’ll be greatly loved.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of those two being blatantly obvious with their flirting. You also knew that Jungkook had a little crush on you. “You know Jungkook has a crush on you right?”
“Don’t even remind me. I feel bad because I don’t. I barely know the guy too.” You vocalized into the air. For some reason, your rejection of his member mitigated his worries. He knew Jungkook would be upset about it, but at least it wouldn’t be as much of a problem.
“Let’s go inside. Everyone’s dying to meet you.” Taehyung guided you toward the entrance. He had his hand on the knob and before he twisted it, he stared at you once more and said, “You look beautiful, by the way.” He averted back to the door to open, and it was a good thing he was focused on that otherwise he would have seen the rosiness of your cheeks creeping up.
As you entered and took your shoes off, you tried your best to push negative thoughts and useless concerns out of your head. You cheered yourself on that Taehyung was right about them liking you. Once you reached the end of the entranceway, you felt many pairs of eyes on you like you were new meat. Technically, you were so you viewed them back with big doe-eyes. You gripped your hands together, playing with them to ease yourself.
“Everyone, meet ___! She’s my childhood best friend from Geochang.” Taehyung presented you to his friends who ogled at your form.
You grinned followed by a wave or two at his members and other guests you didn’t know besides the ones you saw at your work. “Hello, nice to meet you all.”
“JK, she made her famous butter mochi. It’s the best thing in the whole world.” Taehyung walked towards his youngest member and handed him the tray.
“I’ll eat these with pride and honor, ___. Thank you!” Jungkook praised and you chuckled with satisfaction. Hoseok eyed the treats out, but the youngest pushed them away from his eyes to see.
Meanwhile, the rest continued to peer in your direction. You didn’t know what to do. Though your reflex was to cling onto Taehyung like before, it would be questionable, especially with Clara’s eyes on you. They were filled with blankness, but still. So you stayed still and tapped on your appendages.
“You’re ___?” Seokjin was the first among them to ask. You nodded then came more questions. “You were the one who talked to Taehyung late at night when we were trainees?”
You laughed nervously, cringing at how you were being. “Yeah, it was a long time ago but…you remembered?”
“How could I forget losing my sleep because of that?” Yoongi added in, making some of the crowd laugh. “Always hearing damn laughter from the other side of the room.”
“You’re pretty.” Namjoon blurted out, grabbing the attention of everyone, particularly Taehyung. “Like, super attractive.”
“Isn’t she?” Wooshik cheesed. “Yah, you look healthier too. I’m so happy for you.”
“Good to see the voice that haunted our sleep,” Hoseok mentioned jokingly. “I mean it in the nicest way possible.”
“Oh, thank you.” You responded but it sounded like a question. The pink hue crept back up into your cheeks. “Uhhhhh…”
Jimin came into the conversation, “You know ___ is single—”
“Okay, we’re not getting into that,” Taehyung interjected as he went to your side. “Feel free to get to know ___, but not too much.” He focused his pupils on Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin. “Go easy on her. This is her first party in Seoul.”
Jimin then linked his arm around yours, surprising you as you gawked at his action. “Come, ___. Sit by me tonight.”
You were about to protest, but you were getting dragged towards the table with Jungkook and Wooshik following suit, asking you so many questions. You turned back to see Taehyung bewildered with his mouth open.
You were stolen from him.
Taehyung felt a smaller hand intertwined with his, knowing that it was his girlfriend. Clara looked at him, but he continued to look at your overwhelmed stature as Namjoon asked you about your schooling.
The socialite giggled lightly and squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Just enjoy yourself.” Taehyung hummed gingerly, knowing you’ll be okay but kept an eye on you the whole night through.
-
You would think that winning the soccer championship games in your second year of high school called for a celebration. Even Taehyung thought so, but he didn’t think it would be this vast.
It felt like everyone and their moms were here squished up together, shoulder to shoulder in this house. Taehyung practically bulldozed over people to get to his destination and he couldn’t quite indicate where his destination was with all these invitees.
His captain and sunbae, Jungjae, hosted a “small” get-together at his house to which Taehyung got granted permission by his parents and brought you along to jubilate with him. But once you arrived, you noticed his parents weren’t around, more people than the team multiplying by the minute, older ones who brought alcohol and juice, and breaths running down your necks.
Neither of you expected it, and to his dismay, Taehyung was ripped away from you as his teammates were greeting and introducing him to their friends and it just went downhill. He got pressured into drinking the bitter taste of soju as a team bonding. Now he maneuvered his way through the sardines of bodies, trying to figure out where you were. He scoped the area, hoping to some kind of characteristic of you. He was near the back of the house, noting the lawn with the large pool in the middle of it. Jungjae was from a well-off family, so it made sense. But no one dared to go outside, since all the fun was inside.
“Hey, Tae!” A hand rested on his shoulder. He turned and saw it was one of his teammates, Kim Minjae, who was the same year as him. “How you’ve been?” He offered a cup of an unknown alcoholic substance but Taehyung denied it.
“I’m good, it’s…this party is wild.” He had to shout his answer over the blaring sounds of the music.
“I know right? Maybe even hoping to get with someone tonight.” Minjae smirked as he gulped down his drink. Taehyung did not want to envision his teammate trying to stick his dick somewhere. He needed to find you, thinking that you’re probably very uncomfortable right now.
“Good luck with that, I guess,” Taehyung commented, more to himself.
But it was when Minjae gasped and smacked Taehyung’s chest to grab his attention again. “Her, that one. I’m calling it.” His teammate pointed over and Taehyung followed the direction. “Pretty in the black dress.” Once he landed his eyes at Minjae’s “target,” Taehyung almost had smoke blowing out of his nose.
Through the transparent sliding door, you sat outside at the edge of the pool. At the end of your feet, there was a cup resting. You looked into the door, seeing all the “fun” happening. You were so easily turned off by what was happening in the house, you stepped outside to be alone. The crowd alarmed you, so you left it immediately and sat there in solitude.
“She’s even alone, this is perfect,” Minjae observed before chugging down the alcohol. “I’m going in.”
Before he could even do anything, Taehyung stopped him, pulling his teammate back. “No, you’re not. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Aww, did you call dibs already?”
“There’s no dibs. She’s my best friend.” Taehyung scoffed. “I’m not letting you go near her!” His voice got lower, and the protectiveness with you heightened so much more, seeing that Minjae tried to do something.
“Geez, alright, I won’t.” Minjae back offed, noting how angry Taehyung got. But despite all this, he was being a drunk idiot. “She is hot though. Did you tap th—”
“Leave before I punch you in the fucking throat!”
“Okay, bro. No need for violence.” His teammate raised his palms out as he surrendered. He eyed you out before shifting his eyes at Taehyung, then ultimately leaving before a fight broke out.
He didn’t bother to look back because Taehyung sped towards your direction, pushing people away with no remorse. He slid the door open, catching your eyes. Once you saw your best friend, your calmed face morphed into great relief with the pout you pushed out your mouth. “Blue.”
“Hyungie.” You got up from your seated position and ran into his arms to feel his embrace. “I don’t like this. I thought you said it was the team and their plus ones.”
“I thought so too.” Your best friend sighed. “But I guess Jungjae Hyung wanted to go all out for his final year.”
You sniffed his shirt, analyzing his smell. You held his chin to open his mouth before wafting his breath. “You drank.” You stared sternly.
“You too!” He didn’t want to be at fault for everything. “There’s a cup right there.”
“I was offered one but I didn’t drink it. I fled before they even noticed.”
Guilt consumed him as he couldn’t deny your allegations. “I was told to. It was for the team, but after that, I didn’t take another sip.”
“I’m not mad at you.” You giggled as you held his cheeks in your palms. “I’m just tryna give you a heads up because your parents may be up and will notice smells.”
Taehyung pondered that for a minute before a sly smirk appeared, “What if I sleep over? It is a weekend. Your grandparents are asleep, no?”
You threw your head back in laughter and shook your head, “Can’t believe you’re taking advantage of my elderly grandparents and their early bedtime.”
“Better than getting punished by my parents.” He shrugged oh so innocently before pecking your temple. “Let’s leave, Blue?”
“Mmm, yes please.” You tangled your fingers together and readied yourself. “Before we go home, let’s go to a convenience store. I want ice cream or a soda. Any liquid in the house is mixed with alcohol.”
He lifted your intertwined hands and poke his nose at your skin. “I’ll treat. A reward for putting up with this damn antic.”
“Can’t deny a hard bargain, Hyungie.” You agreed as you pointed over towards a gate. You spent much time outside, you were able to inspect the perimeter. “We can leave through there. No one will know we left.”
“I’m sure they won’t even know anything. They’re all drunk out of their minds.” He pulled you as you ran through the grass. You escaped the madhouse and made your own adventure with some strawberry juice and vanilla ice cream.
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Hours later, people were drunk out of their minds and dancing to Yoongi and Namjoon singing through the karaoke microphone. The birthday boy knocked out on the couch, cuddling up to Jimin while the older held a conversation with one of the guests. Hoseok was sitting in the corner, red as a tomato. Seokjin sat next to him reading webtoons. Seojoon, Hyungsik, and Wooshik sat on the floor and engaged in a nonsense conversation Everyone was scattered around the house.
Taehyung was chilling on the other side of the couch. He didn’t bother where Clara was. The last thing she told him was that she was going to go to their bedroom upstairs since she felt drowsy, but that was over an hour ago. Other than her, he had to be a good host and make sure everyone was fine or not breaking any of the home decors.
So he stood up and walked around the house, inspecting that everything was alright. But as scoped out the areas, he realized something—you were nowhere to be seen. The last occurrence he remembered in the night was during the cutting of Jungkook’s birthday cake. The youngest tried to feed you some of his first slice. You denied it but he insisted and pulled the birthday card, so you had no reason but to.
In fact, Taehyung was never able to even spend time with you as everyone kept talking to you and Clara clung to his side at all times. Questions were asked like how long you’ve been in Seoul, how was Geochang, how you met Taehyung, where you go to school and what was your major, which Taehyung found out that it was Masters in Education through overhearing conversations. You always loved helping and educating others, especially him.
However, the main question of the night was what exactly happened between you and Taehyung. The members knew, but everyone else didn’t. Considering his friends saw you go from ignoring him to ridiculing him to having a genuine conversation, it spiked many wonders and thoughts. They were so curious since you were the person that knew Taehyung the longest, almost your entire life. You were practically a portal of history to who was Taehyung before being famous and the celebrity everyone knew and loved.
On contrary, you actually didn’t say much about it other than the “falling out,” even throwing a small fib that since Taehyung was away and have gotten busy, you grew apart as time went on. The members didn’t even argue but had confused looks. Taehyung didn’t know why you did that, especially all that he did to you. Maybe saving face, but who really knew?
Your answers were short and simple, not going in-depth with anything and definitely not with Jimin’s questions about dating and preferences. Taehyung was bothered by why his friend asked them but realized that Jimin was just curious about that realm. To be honest, he doesn’t think his member even has an interest. He just wanted to know things.
Now Taehyung’s mind dwelled on your whereabouts. You didn’t say you were leaving. Were you okay? It was barely midnight. He checked the bathrooms and they were empty, even the guest bedrooms, and still got nothing.
He went up to his members and asked, “Have you seen ___?” Jimin, Seokjin, and Hoseok looked up at him and crinkled their eyebrows in thought.
“The last time I saw her was before Jungkook was knocked out.” Jimin nudged the birthday boy who continued to be out cold.
“Maybe she went home?” Seokjin proposed with Hoseok drunkenly nodded quietly.
Taehyung shook his head, “She would have told us, especially since it’s pretty late. I wouldn’t even let her leave all by herself.”
“I’m sure she’s fine, Tae.” Jimin tried reassuring his best friend. “You’ve been worried about her the whole night through. I’m sure she had fun.”
There was so much Taehyung wanted to say, but bit back and nodded. He glanced at Yoongi and Namjoon still going strong at karaoke. “I need some water.” He announced before leaving to go to the kitchen.
He filled a glass up and chugged it down. He had a mild headache on his shoulders, still feeling worried about you. All he wanted was to know you were okay. Though this was small, it was still a party and people did pummel you with everything they got. In a way, it got too much for you.
Wait, he realized. When you were overwhelmed, you had a habit of walking away and being by—
Barking interrupted his thought process. It was Yeontan and sounded like it was coming from the backyard. On another thought, he hasn’t seen his pet the entire night so he was now concerned about two things.
The idol headed towards the back entrance and discovered the sliding door was opened a big wide, enough for his dog to stroll through. As his eyes searched for Yeontan, a gust of relief hit his face.
Not only did he find his dog bouncing and panting in joy, but Yeontan also kept you company as you sat on the patio and ate a slice of cake while talking to his dog. Your bare feet up and crossed onto the chair across “No, I can’t give you cake. There might be chemicals in here that are poison for you.” You spoke accordingly as you forked a piece into your mouth. “Not for me though. I am human and you are a dog.”
Yeontan cocked his head to the side before crawling towards your legs and jumping, whining his little heart for you. You placed the plate down on the table to grab the furry creature. “Okay, I’ll let you sit on my lap again.” The second you settled him on you, he curled up into a ball and laid down before closing his eyes. He cuddled his head into your lower stomach. “You get so cuddly. Reminds me of your father when we were younger.” You patted his fur down continuously.
Taehyung’s heart skipped at the scene. It was wholesome and sweet that he enjoyed every minute of the interaction. Also, the fact that you still knew his habit of cuddling. You looked at peace, for the first time tonight, being alone with his dog. But he hoped that he can join in like old times.
He knocked on the glass door before opening it wide enough to enter. You turned to see him close the door behind you as you grinned courteously. “I found you.” The idol greeted as he sat on the chair next to you. “Everyone said you were gone, but I didn’t believe them.”
“You’re right.” You replied as you caressed Yeontan. “Been here with your doggy for a while. He never wanted to leave me.”
“I’m surprised that he likes you. It took a while for him to like the members.” Taehyung stared at his pet as he leaned into this chair. “Clara still struggles with him. He always growls or runs away from her.”
You frowned as you glared at the animal on you. You stage whispered, “You shouldn’t do that to your mom. She cares for you, you know?”
Taehyung chuckled at your behavior. “Actually, no. He’s my pet. She doesn’t really care for him, only feeds him when I’m not around. Clara didn’t agree with me getting a dog, but I still got him.”
“Who would say no to this face?” You purred as you brought a sleeping Yeontan into your arms and kissed his head.
The idol heavily admired the view as you nuzzled your face into Yeontan’s fur. The small Pomeranian lazily licked the tip of your nose before going back to his slumber. You giggled and kept him back on your lap.
“I forgot that you just go away from everyone, yet you’re still here.” Taehyung pointed out, grabbing your attention.
“I mean I didn’t want to be rude to just leave without notifying the host.” You shrugged as you reached for your plate of dessert.
“I guess the habit never left you.”
You blew out a soft laugh from your nose. “Yeah, the habit of you always finding me never left either.”
“You had me worried.” He spoke truthfully as he bit his lips. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of these kinds of things.”
“You shouldn’t have been.” You told, trying to assure him. ”Parties before were crowded, but this was pretty tame.”
“Yet you still came outside alone with my pet.”
“It got a little too much when a drunk Jungkook was glued onto me and Namjoon asked me to sing with him. After laying birthday boy down on Jimin, everyone else was distracted so I dipped without notice.” You explained as you took some whipped buttercream into your mouth. “Everyone was nice though, and they gave me their numbers and even asked to hang out, but…”
“But…” Taehyung egged on, wanting to hear more of your opinion.
“I told them we’ll see ‘cause I really am busy with work and school, and other things.” You sighed.
“Did you have fun at least, ___?”
“Yeah, I did.” You smiled, reminiscing about tonight as you scraped what was left of the cake before popping it in between your lips. “It’s been a while since I had done something like this, so thank you for helping me out. I know you were busy and all, but—”
“No, no, I wasn’t busy. I actually wanted to hang out with you, but everyone else was in the queue to spend some time with the famous ___.”
“Please, I’m sure I’m the farthest from being famous in that room.” You snorted in disbelief. “Jungkook even introduced me to some of his idol friends, I forgot their names…Eunwoo? Yugyeom? I don’t know. There were so many names to remember.”
Taehyung smiled happily at your rambling. “Baby steps, I guess. Uhh…” He scratched his temple, trying to think of how to word this properly. “I hope this helped with, ummm, trusting people a little.” You blinked, reaching his uneasy eyes. “I’m sorry if this offends you. I just—”
“I understand.” You said. “I remembered back in the hospital that you wanted to help me trust people again.”
“Did it work?”
“Well, this is only the first meet so…” You breathed out. “Baby steps, I guess.” You repeated his saying to which he scrunched his nose in amusement and looked down at his lap. “I’m sure you’re wondering if I’m on my way to trusting you.”
His mouth cured down when he pulled his up to see your pupils and face forward. “Is it that obvious?”
“You’ve been worried about me the entire night, you looked for me, you’re being protective of me from your drooling members, you’re asking all these questions now…and I know that’s what you want from me.”
“I—”
“I don’t like saying this now, but that’s how you were, Taehyung.” You huffed, then finally met his eye contact. “It’s fascinating that you still do that.”
“Why is it fascinating?”
“Because it’s been ten years since I last knew you.” You murmured. “I’m sure there are many differences between Taehyung before and Taehyung now.”
The idol pursed his lips at your statement. It seemed that everyone but him verbalized that things were different between you and him. That you weren’t eight anymore, that he wasn’t able to care for you as much as before, that the restoring bond wasn’t strong like when you were younger. He hated it, he didn’t want to resort to that so-called justified belief. The memories were there, that was his evidence as well as yours, but you refused to look at them as how he did.
“You say that yet, look where we are.” Taehyung implied, gazing at the perplexed expression on you. “Party inside, yet you’re outside and alone just like before. And you said it yourself, I always find you.” You didn’t respond, only letting him speak further. “It feels like the same old things between me and you.”
You processed what he was saying. He seemed bothered, the defense evident on his features. You understood what he meant, and you did see the patterns within the weeks, but you weren’t going to tell him that. There was still distance and you couldn’t figure out why or how to solve it yet. You doubted he figured it out too because he was struggling right now.
Or maybe you did know, but you feared the results and vulnerability you had to do.
“You can’t say that we’re still the same because you know damn, well that’s not true. Again, you don’t know the kind of person I’ve become in the past ten years, Taehyung.” You informed him, eyeing him out. “It’s all blank and all you know are those memories when we were younger and naive. There are differences.” You stated calmly indifferent to your heart palpitating rapidly. “Like how I think of you now.”
Taehyung felt a stubby pit in him. He didn’t like that he was aware of that fact, but it stung when you confirmed the distance. You were right, he knew nothing within those ten years and who you were. He hated himself for it. The shortness in his breathing was present but tried his best to control it without going through another episode. “W—what do you mean by that?”
“Well…” You fiddled with your fingers, gathering your thoughts into words. “You were my best friend.”
“A-and-and now?”
“I don’t know.” You responded curtly. Your tone was rude, but you didn’t know how to say it without hurting him. And the hurt was there on him with his shoulders slouching lower. “Sorry, to say it like that. But it’s my truth.”
He nodded defeatedly. “I get it. I’m the reason why it’s so hard for you to trust others.” You didn’t want to comfort him and say it wasn’t true, because that would be lying. ”And trusting the perpetrator is almost impossible.”
Now you wanted to counter. “It’s not impossible, Taehyung.”
“How can you even say that when you don’t even know how you think of me?” His glossy irises shined through the dimming light of the midnight moon. Hints of tears were not there, but he was fighting them back into place.
“Because I’m letting you back in again.” You directly expressed, but the pain was still there. Your eyes frantically searched around as you debated your next move. You hesitantly raised your arm out to him. At times, your hand flinched back but kept moving forward. He followed your movements in curiosity before he realized what you were doing.
Your fingers jungled through his ebony locks, scratching his scalp in fondness as you peered at the idol. “Taehyung like how you have your reasons, I have mine too. It’s not impossible because I forgave you too. If you want me back in your life, I want you as well. It goes both ways.” You held forth as you pushed back his bangs, revealing his shining forehead. “It’s just gonna take a while with all that happened, okay? Even with your members and friends. It’s coming together.”
“I don’t want us to be awkward though. I know you feel it too.”
“We can’t help it. We have empty years behind us, and hopefully, we’ll be able to catch up. Just don’t think too much about our past now and don’t compare. I’m not the happy-go-lucky pushover you know.”
“You were never a pushove—”
“We’re back and focus on how are now.”
“How are you even so calm? I miss my best friend and wanna hug you so tightly, but I feel like you’re gonna kick my ass if I do.” He spoke childishly, making you giggle.
His insides tingled at your lovely sound.
“You’re not wrong again.” You brought back your hand. A low whine came out of his mouth when he couldn’t feel your touch anymore.
“Of course, I’m not. I know you inside and out.” He frowned.
“Not all…” You said under your breath and were in relief that he didn’t catch it. “I’m calm because I know it will happen. Not everything happens within a night, Taehyung.”
“I also don’t like how formal you call me. I miss Hyun—”
“Don’t push it.” Clipping your voice, you clenched your jaw. You shut him up right away. “Let’s take it slow, please.”
He agreed then you yawned largely before rubbing your eyes. “You tired? I have extra roo—”
“I’ll take a cab home.” You spoke as you stood from your seat with Yeontan in your arms still sleeping. Taehyung copied your movements before you transferred his dog to him. “I need to wake up early to study anyway.”
“Are you sure? Everyone’s too drunk to move any limbs and is probably sleeping over.”
“More reasons for me to leave.” You said matter of factly. “You can take care of them. I sobered up while outside.”
“It’s late. I don’t even know where you live. What if you live far?”
“Taehyung…”
“I’m being respectively concerned.” He reasoned as he slid the back door open, letting you both inside. “I’m not letting anyone leave the house. We’re all sleeping in the living room. I prepared matching pajamas for every one of us.”
You chortled at exaggerated words, but deep down, he spoke the truth. He was an idol…he could afford it. “Seems like no won’t be an answer for you?”
“You’re not wrong.” He smirked as you both headed down the empty hallway and up the stairs. Judging by the sounds and muffled voices, the party seemed to die down as everyone grew sleepy. In a split second, all of his members were in the living room dressed in red checkered pajamas. Even the sleeping Jungkook was changed.
You trailed behind the idol. Once you were brought into the first door to the left of the second floor, you found the same pajamas his members wore. You turned to him, in a surprised but expected expression. “You deadass bought matching pajamas. How’d you know their sizes?”
“I don’t, but it’s pretty easy for men through height.” He pointed out. “But you’re one of the few ladies inside the house so it’s pretty limited.”
You grabbed the folded clothes off the neat bed, checking it out. “I’m sure this is fine then. Thanks.”
“You’re lucky with this guest bedroom. You have your own bathroom in this. When I bought this house, I didn’t even know until Jimin pointed it out.” Taehyung leaned into the doorframe, crossing his arms. “This is Jimin’s unofficial room.”
You chuckled at his same-aged member. “So I guess I’ll change and head down to the living room?”
“No, you’re staying here.”
A formed morphed on your lips. “What, why?”
“There are so many men down there. I’m not putting you out there.”
You eyed Taehyung speechlessly. Sure, it was transparent that he was protective over you, but you didn’t think to this extent. At least not now, which made you question it densely.
“You have a nice spacious room to yourself, ___. Don’t give it up to sleep on a couch or floor with some…men.” He gagged at the emphasis of the word. Did he not realize that these were his friends he talked about?
“Fine, it’s your house anyway.” You gave in as you unfolded the sleepwear.
“There’s a new toothbrush for you to use as well as some makeup remover and cleanser. Make sure you lock the door. Jimin might notice something’s up.” Taehyung provided and you hummed in response.
“Thank you again. I’m actually very tired, it’s been a long day.” You were grateful for all his doings tonight.
“Don’t overwork yourself.” He reminded strictly, making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious, ___. I don’t want to repeat the last time.”
“I’ve been better, I swear.” You promised, sticking out your pinky toward his frame. Your gesture made him grin as he latched onto your small finger with his longer and larger one.
“Keep that promise.” He advised before parting. “If you need anything, just call me or knock on my door. I’ll be here for you.”
“Thank you.” You gave your gratitude once again. “Good night, Taehyung.”
“Sweet dreams, ___.” Sweet dreams, my Blue. He wanted to say so desperately.
Once he left, you changed your clothes. You headed towards the bathroom to wash up. As you brushed your teeth, you reflected on the night. There was a slight shift in this…thing with Taehyung, and it was a good sign you hoped. At the very least, he now was aware of how genuine you wanted to be his friend again. It was only a matter of how much and how long. It really was going to take a while, but it couldn’t be helped. At least on your end.
You still didn’t trust him, but it was gradually getting there. You and your heart knew. After all—
He was your best friend.
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Ride With You (part five)
Or, Jungkook's exes can really hold a grudge
Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, slow burn, mafia au, the Boys are Crazy, namjoon🥰, your first mission!!)
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While they had begrudgingly decided to let you let you come on the mission, it was clear they didn't care if you knew what was happening. You were left in the dark about all the details, their conversation as they prepared to leave going completely over your head.
"Are we completely sure no one will recognize Jin?" Hoseok asked, tucking a small pistol into the waist band of Yoongi's suit. "He is technically a big deal, no?"
"It doesn't matter if they recognize him," Namjoon answered, fixing his tie in the mirror. Jimin stood behind him, fluffing up his hair every few moments, then shaking his head and fluffing it into a different style again. "Not many people should, but, if they do, they won't track him back to Bangtan."
"Yeah, they'll just think he's finally doing a favor for his dear old dad and making a public appearance." Taehyung smirked up at Jin, helping the older man put cufflinks on his jacket.
Jin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you're right. Hopefully my dad doesn't hear about this. I don't need him calling me again."
You locked eyes with Jungkook who was standing next to you, the two of you leaning against the wall away from the rest as they prepared and perfected their disguises. He and you were also dressed rather fancily. While Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung had on sleek grey and beige suits, Jungkook had just opted for a white dress shirt and black slacks with suspenders, arguing that it was easier to move around in. You were wearing a rather attention grabbing red dress, with a high slit and a tight fit. You wondered if it was so eye grabbing to distract others or to make sure Namjoon didn't lose sight of you. Probably both.
Jungkook leaned in closer to you at your inquisitive look, answering your silent question. "Jin is the son of a pretty big CEO. He's well known in the business world by name but not by face, as he's rumored to be reclusive. Only a few people know what he actually looks like. And no one knows he's secretly a member of Bangtan."
"How is that possible?" You murmured back, eyeing the tall man.
Jungkook gestured towards the hackers. "Those two. They sweep the internet every once in a while, or if they're just suspicious someone might be snooping too much, and wipe it of all things Kim Seokjin. Besides his name of course."
"So they can still deploy him on missions like this without anyone knowing, even if he's technically famous." You hummed, putting it together.
"Yes, in a way. It's just better if people don't know he's connected to Bangtan. Seokjin doesn't actually go on many missions, unless they're recon like this one. He's charming, so he's useful for stuff like this, but if he gets injured or exposed, it's risky for us and for his father's business. And he needs the connection to his dad to ensure connections to others." Jungkook explained. "You wouldn't believe how many situations he's gotten us out of just from a little name-dropping."
You nodded, deciding not to correct on the fact that he started saying 'us' instead of 'Bangtan' and let the conversation drop.
By now, the fancily dressed men were gathered around the sole table in the dim room, picking up the folder and spreading it out on the surface. "Alright, to recap:" Namjoon pointed at a headshot of a smiling older man with gray slicked back hair. "We are looking for him, Al Warner. He's had some suspicious activity that may be connected to the organizations and may have vital information. Approach him with caution and don't be obvious about the info we're digging for."
He looked up, addressing Taehyung and Yoongi. "Anyone who you see talk with him that looks suspicious, keep track of. Better yet, tell us where they are and we'll make time to find and talk to them too. You never where good intel is gonna come from."
Yoongi nodded. "I'll be heading for their security room on the second floor first thing."
"And I'll be up there too finding a way to get control over the power system in case we need to make a quick exit." Taehyung added.
"Good. Me, Jungkook, Jin will be on the first floor." Namjoon confirmed. And me, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. You wondered how boring tonight would be, glued to Namjoon's side all night. But who were you kidding? Anything was better than sitting in your room.
"Actually," Jin interjected. "I think it might be worth it to have Jungkook sweeping the second floor. A lot of shady people tend to gather away from everybody, and that might include some of the people we're looking for."
"People talk louder when they think no one's around." Jimin shrugged. "I think it's a good idea, too."
Namjoon nodded, amending his mental plan. "Okay. Jungkook on the second floor, me and Jin on the first, and Tae and Yoongi watching all our backs."
"And me and Jimin won't be far when you need a getaway driver." Hoseok smiled, and for a moment, you thought about how it was strange to see a happy expression on the person you had only seen mean smirks from before.
"Perfect." Namjoon nodded, looking over everything. "Let's go then."
You all made it to the gala fashionably late, arriving just after the paparazzi and attention was on the scenery inside rather than the guests coming in. The layout of the ballroom was like a stadium, you entered on the second floor and stairs led down to the bottom, where everyone was talking and conversing, people in gorgeous dresses and suits eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking thin flutes of champagne. "You all know the plan." Namjoon said and everyone dispersed, off to their assignments. You took a step forward with Namjoon and he stopped you.
"Wait here."
You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean wait here. You want me to just stand here by myself?"
Namjoon hummed. "Good point. Yoongi, keep an eye on her. This'll only take a minute." He walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.
"Ugh", you scoffed, pacing back and forth, watching people converse from the upper balcony of the ballroom where you waited for Namjoon. The longer he took to return the more your temper rose. "I can't believe this. This is so dehumanizing." You ranted, peeling the tight dress away from your ribs so you could breathe comfortably for a second.
Yoongi didn't look pleased about being with you either, leaning against the wall and looking like he was about to fall asleep. "Who cares? Humans are scum anyway." Yoongi said, not even looking in your direction as rested his eyes. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head. Just do what we say." He said conversationally, like it was easy to.
"And if I don't?" You challenged, stopping and staring him down, not that he was acknowledging you in any way.
"If you don't, Namjoon and Hoseok will have your ass." He replied, nonchalantly.
You tilted your head, something about the phrase not sounding right. "Don't you mean have my head?"
"No, they have a thing for spanking." He deadpanned.
"No way! You guys are not going to lay a hand on me or else--" You shook your head, pointing a finger at him and his eyes finally snapped open, intensity stunning you as he stepped towards you menacingly.
"Or else what? You're not in a place of negotiation here, kitten." He spat, obviously fed up with you. "You either do what we say or we throw you to the wolves. You can help us take down your old bosses or burn with them, we don't care."
"You wouldn't." You protested weakly. "Jungkook would never forgive you if--"
"Jungkook is the only reason we haven't blown your head off yet. But we don't take kindly to resistance. He'd learn to live without you." He glared at you like you were a wad of gum he stepped on, turning back around to get back to his resting position against the wall, obviously done talking.
"You're monsters. All of you." You hissed, glaring at his back. You couldn't believe you really were at the mercy of these people who seemed to think of people lives as games.
Yoongi didn't seem a bit ashamed, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall again, seeming to be trying to block you out. "You have to be a monster to be at the top of our kind of game. And why do you act so high and mighty? If I'm not mistaken, you have a high body count yourself."
"I'm only killing the people that are corrupt." You corrected. You weren't anything like them. You turned towards the ballroom again, leaning against the railing as you looked out over the crowd. You could see it now, the faces of your old employers crumbling before you, the agony they deserved coming for them, reaping what they've sown. "I just happen to have a long list of names."
Yoongi spoke up, bursting your bubble again. "The thing is, kitten, there is no black and white in this business. There's no real good or bad. You'd be surprised to find that half of these assholes go home and spoil the hell out of their families with all the money they steal from their clients. It's not a matter of whether they do bad things or good things, it's a matter of favoritism. Who are they trying to benefit and who are they trying to sabotage?"
He spoke again, the words echoing around your head. "What are you going to do when you're too busy trying to weigh their hearts on a scale to decide whether to do the greater good?"
A ring tone sounded from his phone, a message from Namjoon saying he was on his way back to your position. He began walking down the hall to the security room and turned back to you one last time, a threat in his eyes. "Do what you were told."
Your blood boiled. This was so beneath you, you couldn't even express how angry you were with these men. But, looking on the bright side, the sooner you finished the mission the sooner you'd be away from them. A hand wrapped around your waist, a figure coming up to your side. At this point, you could tell who it was by the aura, strong and suffocating, heat emanating from them as they moved to speak into your ear.
"Are you ready?" Namjoon asked, but you were sure it wasn't a question you could say no to. You nodded stiffly, refusing to look at him, and he walked with you down the main staircase, the two of you making what looked like a charming entrance to everyone else as you descended the staircase together, your dress fanning around your feet with each step. You surveyed the room once more qs you made your way down from the higher vantage point the stairs provided, a fake smile plastered on.
"Where's Warner?" You inquired, unable to see him through the see of people.
"We aren't sure yet. Until Tae and Yoongi get access to the camera feed, we're just blending in." He responded, voice low and steady, barely moving his lips so no one could tell he was talking if they weren't right next to him.
You nodded stiffly again, wanting nothing more than to be away from him. He squeezed your arm in warning, shooting you a glare when no one was looking, pulling you to the dance floor where the bulk of people were. "Act like you're happy to be with me, you look miserable."
"Sorry, but the thought of being pressed to your side until the end of the night isn't what I call ideal." You snapped back, but took his advice, leaning into him to look more natural and laying your head on his shoulder as you looked around you.
"Sights on Warner," Yoongi's voice crackled in through the earpiece you all had. "He's at the bar, first floor."
"Understood. I'll move in." Jin responded in your ear, and you saw his tall frame across the room make over to the bar casually, as if he was just wanting to try a drink. Namjoon pulled you towards an empty spot at one of the tables where people were sitting to gossip and whisper about the other people at the gala.
"We can sit here then to keep an eye on both of them." Namjoon said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. You turned, and he had seated you both so you had a direct view of Warner and Jin. Approving, you went to sit down, before he held a hand out, stopping you. "Get some hors d'oeuvres, we'll look strange if we're just sitting here."
You narrowed your eyes at him, but he just looked at you expectantly. "Fine." You barely kept yourself from hissing and over to the tables of food and bonbons along the wall, loading up a plate while cursing out Namjoon under your breath.
"You heard what that Warner guy was saying?" You stopped, not expecting to hear someone discussing the person you after. You kept placing things on your plate, slowly, listening closely.
"Did you really believe him? He sounded crazy."
"Maybe, but it takes a little crazy to rob a warehouse, don't you think? Especially the Holy Grail." The rest of the conversation faded, but that much seemed significant. You balanced the tray of food and two flutes of champagne, walking back to tell Namjoon what you'd heard.
Only now, for some reason, some other woman was sitting in your seat, trying to chat up Namjoon.
You admired her tenacity, really, he was as unresponsive as a brick wall as she giggled and talked, but you were on a mission. Any distractions needed to go.
You walked up behind her, clearing your throat. "Excuse me," you spoke, extra politely. "That's my seat."
The lady turned, looking you up and down, then turned back around without a word, continuing to talk to Namjoon. You scoffed, looking over at Namjoon, who you swear was silently laughing at you, and figured you'd just have to handle this yourself.
You placed down the champagne and food walking closer to Namjoon's side so she'd have to look at you. Namjoon picked up a champagne flute and when she reached for the other one, you placed your hand down on top of it staring her down. "That's mine. Just like the seat you're sitting in." You said, still keeping your saccharine tone. She kept trying to pull at it, but when she realized you weren't going to budge, she let go, and you lifted it to your lips with a triumphant smile.
"Excuse me, little girl, but we're having a private conversation. Maybe you could find a seat somewhere else?" She smiled at you, venomous and sharp, and you held yourself back from glaring. You looked around the table. All the seats had slowly filled with other people, tired from dancing and wanting to sit and look at the scenery. The closest seat was two tables away. Too far.
Instead, you blinked innocently, playing into the clueless trophy role. "But, why do that," you began, sickly sweet, bringing your leg up and perching it over Namjoon's lap. "when there's a perfectly good seat here?"
You gave Namjoon a flirty smile and Namjoon looked up you, gaze dangerously sharp with a weird flit of approval, then wrapped his hand around the side of your thigh, pulling you fully down so you straddled him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shooting a satisfied look back at the now wide-eyed lady.
"I overheard two people talking about our target." You spoke into his ear, making it seem like you were whispering sweet nothings. "They're going to be robbing a warehouse they called the Holy Grail."
He squeezed your thigh, nodding casually in acknowledgement, but the way he clenched his jaw you could tell he wasn't happy about that.
"If we could continue our conversation," the lady spoke up, voice less confidant than before after seeing the whole display in front of her, and Namjoon directed his face to her again, a dragon's intensity in his eyes.
"Go on." He drawled in a way that intimidated even you. Everything about him dripped with danger, as if he was a living 'caution' sign. But the lady didn't seem to sense the danger, leaning in then pulling back after sending another glance to you.
"You aren't going to send this... girl away? She's being rather improper." She sent you a haughty look, probably expecting Namjoon to snap his fingers and have you sent away. Instead, his demeanor darkened, his gaze impossibly more stern.
"Excuse me? Are you judging the people I have as my company?" This man had all the arrogance of a king, head held high and posture relaxed, though you could feel he was tense like a snake ready to pounce. You were surprised seeing his demeanor in person this close. Everyone spoke of how scary Bangtan's boss was, but most didn't live to tell the details. You decided you were lucky that you were the one placed in his lap, melting more into his chest and pretending you weren't in the middle of this tense exchange.
"But... b--but I thought... Never mind!" She scurried away from the table after being treated with hostility, obviously expecting that whole exchange to go differently.
"Geez." You scoffed after seeing her practically run up the stairs to the bathrooms. "If I ever look that desperate, just kill me."
"You say that while sitting in my lap." Namjoon pointed out.
"But I wasn't being desperate. I was just playing my role."
"I'd say this is more than necessary."
"Fine then." You went to stand up but his hands tightened on you, keeping you in place.
You looked at him questioningly, but he just met your look with an even stare. "Getting up too quickly will look suspicious." He explained.
"That doesn't explain why you're caressing my leg." You said, reaching back to hold his hand that had started rubbing circles on your leg. "I'm eye candy, remember. Look, don't touch."
Instead of responding, he just looked at you as if studying your face. You realized your faces were really close and leaned back, pretending to fix your hair. When he kept looking and didn't say anything you just outright asked, "What?"
"You're a quick thinker. That could definitely come in handy."
"If that's a thank you, then you're welcome."
"It's more of a... you're more useful than I thought. I'll have to make sure we properly utilize you in the future."
"You make me sound like a tool."
"Aren't we all?" He glanced over to the bar noticing Warner was gone, Jin still nursing a drink. He lifted a finger to his earpiece, talking into it. "Yoongi, what's next?"
"Jungkook, Warner's heading upstairs, Jin, there's someone he spoke to over by the leftmost pillar. And there's two guys still by the bar he was talking to as well, they might have something to say if you wanna check it out, Joon."
You two make your way over to the bar, your arm intertwined with Namjoon and hop up onto the barstools. Namjoon ordered a whiskey on the rocks and you hummed, pretending to think about it. "Just give me the sweetest thing you have." You said, voice cheery.
That managed to get the attention of the guy next to you, a weaselly looking guy, who decided to strike up conversation with you. "Ah, craving something sweet huh?" He said, looking you up and down.
You pretended not to notice his gross stare, answering. "If I'm gonna drink, I might as well get something that tastes good."
He laughed, "Of course, we're here for a good time not a long time. Though I wouldn't mind having a good time with you." He winked. What a creep, you thought. If he doesn't start giving up some good information in the next five seconds, I'm out of here.
He seemed to finally notice Namjoon, and leaned back a little. "Oh sorry, is she yours?"
"Yes, but there's no harm in making conversation." Namjoon replied, unbothered, taking a sip of his whiskey.
"That's what I'm saying, too many people get up in arms over words," the guy continued and at this point, you were tuning him out, letting Namjoon handle conversation with him, focusing on the fruity flavors of the drink you got.
"Do you know about the abandoned warehouses around town?" He eventually said, and you tuned back in, hoping it was related to what Warner was doing.
"Oh, I've only seen a couple." Namjoon replied casually.
The guy continued enthusiastically. "There's way more than just a couple. My buddy says they're filled to the brim with some mafia junk, but the one he's after belongs to some big shots. Super rich and super state of the art stuff in there."
"Really?" Namjoon asked, but you could tell the tone of his voice he was focused on something else.
The guy continued, "He's gonna raid it, he says, and give the stuff to some big organization he's working for."
At that, you and Namjoon locked eyes.
"That guy sure seems confident." Namjoon commented, picking up his whiskey. "Excuse us, me and my date are going to get something to eat." He said, standing up and holding a hand out to help you up.
"Let's meet up again, buddy, and uh, bring the girl." He smiled at you and you pretended you didn't see, playing with the buttons on Namjoon's suit.
Once you were a safe distance away, you let out a deep breath. "That guy was a total creep." You murmured as you walked away. "And he smelled horrible."
"You poor thing." Namjoon chuckled.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, never."
"Alright you guys, start making your way towards the exit. We'll debrief on the information we gathered and see what me and Tae can work with." Yoongi said through the earpiece and you looked at Namjoon.
"That's it?" You mused. It had been less than two hours, and most missions you had been on in the past had been excessively thorough when it came to gathering information.
"This is only reconnaissance. It's supposed to be quick, and the less time Yoongi and Tae have to infiltrate the security fire walls the better. If they get caught, it'll be a problem." He explained.
"I thought you were all super skilled and capable or whatever."
"We are. But it would be more work than necessary and call too much attention to ourselves."
"Wow. The biggest mafia in the world and you're lazy." You smirked.
"Don't get too comfortable teasing." Namjoon warned, but the look in his eye was much more easy going than earlier, relaxed now that the mission was over.
You felt a something in your head nagging you to stop as you walked through the crowd of people, something telling you to stick around for one more second.
You "accidentally" slipped your shoe off, stopping in place. "Oops," you said, "give me a moment." You went over to your shoe, starting to pick up a piece of conversation.
"-- you said you're raiding that mafia warehouse... you're crazy--"
You could barely hear, so you moved over to a pillar, feigning that you needed to lean on something for stability as you faux struggled to get your shoe on.
"Do you have a death wish? That mafia will whip your butt if you even dare."
"Come on, I know I can do it. They barely watch the place. And I need those supplies. An informant from that organization I told you about is coming to see me next Sunday, and if I deliver, I'll get a promotion for sure."
You pulled on your shoe as the conversation dwindled off, heading towards Namjoon. He stared at you inquisitively and shook your head, walking towards the exit.
True to his word, Hoseok pulled up in a sleek black car, and you opened the back door, Namjoon getting in the front. Before you could even sit down fully though, you were pulled into someone's arms, immediately melting into them as you recognized them as Jungkook's, strong and warm.
"Hey beautiful," He gave you a peck on the cheek. "You did great, and you looked so pretty tonight." He said, sweet and encouraging.
"You did great too handsome," You giggled, giving him a kiss on his cheek as well.
"Can you tone down the PDA back there?" Hoseok groaned, making a face of disgust in the rearview mirror.
"Oh please," Namjoon chuckled, teasing him. "Like you haven't done worse."
"She doesn't have to know that." Hoseok retorted, making Namjoon laugh again and you almost joined in, stopping yourself last second.
For a moment, it almost felt normal.
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random things that I would associate with the bts members
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FLUFFFFF , ot8
warning: food is mentioned.
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jungkook:
late night dates. pushing each other around in shopping carts. letting you draw on his arm and him getting it tattoed just for fun. pillow fights. late night walks. skipping class to get some free time in the city. playing tag in a parking lot. winning a fluffed animal at a claw maschine. candy chains. visiting karaoke bars. long car drives at night.
taehyung:
picking outfits foir each other. going to a fancy restaurant with amazing view. face masks film night. visiting the dog shelter. slow dancing in the living room. warm baths. play fights. chasing each other at the beach as the sun sets. going to a thrift store. exploring new shops together. a warm cup of tea at night.
jimin:
randomliy startring to dance because of happiness. laughing until your stomach hurts. sharing an ice cream. watching a series together and getting hyped up about the plot and charakters. trying to cook but messing up and ending up with delievery food. jewlery shopping and getting promise rings. stargazing at a warm summer night.
namjoon:
a cozy evening around a campfire with freinds. bikib tours. watching the sunrise together. finally putting together a piece of furniture after struggling. buying plants and giving them names. decorating the living room. going to art galleries. picking matching keychains. the smell after heavy rain in summer.
hoseok:
matching outfits. always trying new ice cream flavor and ranking them. upcycling old clothes and personallizing them. going to an amusement park and getting a colorful balloon. going picnicking at sunset. making choreographies together and making videos of them. walks through the park while children are around playing.
yoongi:
late night deep talks. learning new instruments together. understanding each other without saying anything. admiring the clouds in the sky. writing little poems or songs for each other. soft inconspicious touches to assure you at any time. playing the guitar and softly humming to the melody together.
seokjin:
film nights. cooking and eating meals together. always taking photos of each other. telling the dumbest jokes and laughing hours on end. playing games and having overdramatic reactions. taking you to the most beautiful secret spots. wearing each others clothes.
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a/n: idk i jus had the urge to so sth cute so here i am...hope you enjoyed :))
#bts#bts imagine#bts imagines#bts headcanons#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts scenarios#jungkook#taehyung#jimin#namjoon#hoseok#yoongi#seokjin#kpop#kpop fanfic#kpop headcanon#kpop imagine#kpop drabble#bts drabble
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Fluffing Pillows 🔞
| idol Taehyung! x reader
| genre: romance, smutt with no plot without smutt? look idk ok
| warnings: kissing, making out, swearing, wet hair taehyung (!!!!)
| word count: 1k.
| a/n: this was born from another hilarious game of MASH and has not plot, just fantasies lmao
I hope you enjoy!
When you accepted this job as a housekeeper in a beautiful condo situated at the heart of Tokyo, you couldn’t possibly consider it would turn out this way. You’ve been keeping to yourself, trying to be as invisible as you possibly could.
The first time you’d seen the mysterious, gorgeous man for whom you work for while you were cleaning the kitchen one morning, the air was knocked out of your lungs. He looked absolutely adorable with his white shirt, grey sweatpants and tousled dark chocolate hair.
His gaze lingered on you, he seemed shocked. You quietly muttered something along the lines of “good morning”, immediately feeling insecure in the presence of the enchanting man.
Since then, every time you came over and the man was present, he would cast glances your way, most of them lingered a little too long and you always felt self conscious. He’d chat with you, asking about your life, telling you about his plans for the day.
When he’d pass behind you to go grab something from the cupboard while you were in the kitchen, he’d always lay a light touch at the small of your back, letting you know he was there. You’d shudder every-time, the touch sending millions of subtle electric shocks all over your body, heat prickling at the pit of your stomach without exception.
You were very aware that your “friendship”, if you could call it that, was bordering on unprofessional and you tried your best to avoid him whenever you came over. But it seemed like the man was very intent on conversing with you, making your job almost impossible. You couldn’t even recall how many times you wished those long, slender fingers would brush against your collarbones, arms, stomach and then lower and lower…
You snap back to reality, away from the dangerous daydream you’d found yourself being caught in more times than you’d care to admit. You were currently making Taehyung’s bed while he was in the shower. You knew because when you got into his apartment you first heard the sound of water and then, the man’s low baritone voice singing a song you didn’t recognize. You froze on the spot, your imagination going absolutely wild despite your unrelenting efforts to stay sane. Except, how could you ever stay sane when you were frequently in the man’s vicinity?
You sigh and fluff the bed’s pillows. You knew you would have to drop the job soon, getting in any kind of “situationship” with this man could be very detrimental to your sanity. It couldn’t possibly go on like this, one day you’d cross a line you shouldn’t, and you were his employee. You just, couldn’t.
With a grunt you drop the pillow you were fluffing, swivel and storm towards the bedroom door, your mind is a whole mess. All because of Kim Taehyung. Why’d he HAVE to be so goddamn irresistible?
Before you can even realize what’s happening, you bump into something hot and wet. You freeze, your hands are on a VERY firm chest. You slowly gulp and look up, only to meet a pair of dark, obsidian orbs staring at you. You notice his expression going from confused to dark, you shudder and your whole body starts trembling.
“Y/N?” he whispers/asks in a low, barely perceptible voice. You’re still standing half an inch away from the man, hands on his chest. Through your brain fog, you register fingers grazing the small of your back. Your breath hitches in your throat, you feel dizzy.
“W-what a-are you..?” You barely manage to get the words out, stuttering along the way.
You notice from your peripheral vision his right hand coming to rest on your jawline, barely caressing it. But it’s enough to send your senses into overload.
“Shhh” he brings his thumb to the corner of your lips, teasing it. You stare at him, wide eyed. How is this happening? Your brain cannot even begin to comprehend anything that’s going on, too busy staring into a dark gaze that’s lingering on your body, your waist, your breasts, your neck. Your mind turns to mush, you close your eyes and let a out a wobbly sigh, leaning into the man’s touch.
He puts a little pressure on your jawline with his thumb, index resting on the side of your cheek, your very very heated cheek, lifting your head towards his. Your eyes snap open, he’s staring at you, eyes peering into yours, looking for the answer to a question that hasn’t been uttered yet. But you know.. you know.
“Can I..?” he looks at you intently, you shiver and nod, heart going a thousand miles a minute.
You see him leaning towards your mouth, your eyes close once again, the view before you too dizzying to keep them open. Then you feel it, soft pillowy lips tentatively pressing against yours. You can’t help the whimper that escapes you, swallowed whole by Taehyung’s mouth. Your lips start moving in tandem, you feel his hand gripping your waist, your back arching into his strong touch. Your right hand comes up to lightly grip his wet hair while your left one cradles the side of his face.
Your whole body feels alight, extremities tingling, fire consuming you whole. You can’t think, can’t breathe. You feel your stomach twisting, arousal coursing through you, your body responding to something else, something you can’t explain, with no way to stop it. Teeth lightly biting your swollen bottom lip, tongue gliding against your mouth asking for more. You eagerly oblige.
You barely notice how or when your back hits the wall, too enthralled by the man that had been plaguing your wildest fantasies and his hand, slowly slipping under your shirt and up your ribcage, leaving a hot fiery aftertouch wherever his hand trails.
He breaks the kiss off, lips barely an inch away from each other’s, both breathless.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long…” He breathes out, sending shivers down your spine. You look deep into his half-shut eyes, heartbeat thundering in your chest and at that moment, you decide you’ll deal with the consequences of your actions later, not now. Right now, your brain can’t process shit.
“Yeah?” you reply, mouth curving into a smirk.
“Show me how much”
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Taehyung: Sunset Glow (TEASER)
Tags/Warnings: Crocodile!Taehyung x mountain bluebird!Reader, Strangers to lovers AU, Photographer!Reader, Model/Actor!Taehyung, stereotypes
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"Don't change it." his voice calls out softly, as he stands in the doorway now, leaned against the doorframe from where he'd been watching you click through the photos taken. "I'll talk to them. I want the photos to stay like this." he explains further, and you look at him a bit surprised.
"b-but.. They were right. Magazine shootings shouldn't-" you start, but he shakes his head, walking up to you before taking the camera from your hands. You instantly get up from the bench, reaching for it- just for him to hold it too high above your head, forcing you to jump after it. "Taehyung-"
"what happened to Tae?" he wonders, expression seeming a bit offended as he raises an eyebrow while you still struggle to gain your most precious item back.
"I cant- I need to be more professional-" you say, huffing as you stop jumping, pouting at him with crossed arms and feathers in your hair and tail all fluffed up.
And then, he smiles.
For the first time, he smiles, one that reaches his eyes and makes them sparkle way too innocently to belong to the apex predator-hybrid he is. "I don't want you to be professional." he explains, giving the camera into your hands, bowing a bit to have his face only inches from yours.
"I want you to be you."
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“You would truly move mountains for me?” he asks.
YES TAETAEBABYLOVE I WOULD
The stripping scene was so beautiful omg it made me so excited and giddy!!!! ALSOOOOO "His abs faded over the terrible year he had. The softest, most beautiful stomach replaced them. You touch him, dancing your fingertips over his tender skin. Taehyung sighs, squirming shyly because the touch feels so very good."
HIM TELLING HER SHE CANT TOUCH UNTILL SHE EXPLAINS WHAT SHES GOING TO DO IS LIFEGOALS TBH!!!!! Subby boys who get so hot and bothered and embarrassed when you explain in explicit detail how you want them and what you'll do >>>>>>>>
We'll simple aknowledge the fact that he likes being good and breedable and act like i didn't almost scream when he kept saying that
also the fluff was fluffing omgomg i melted like butter on a stick the whole time
ANDDDDD HIM ASKING IF HIS HOLE PLEASES HER WTF omg yes baby you're perfect all of you you don't even have to ask but the fact that he's so needy and in so far into subspace that he asked aaaaaa i can't with this boy
The stripping scene is so !!!!! istfg stripping is so sensual and it fits Tae so fucking well I'm gonna sob HIM and Jimin istfg those two give me such "I'll strip for you but I'll make it sensual" vibes fnadsnfsa
*chants* soft tummy soft tUmMy SOFT TUMMY
HIM TELLING HER SHE CANT TOUCH UNTILL SHE EXPLAINS WHAT SHES GOING TO DO IS LIFEGOALS TBH!!!!! Subby boys who get so hot and bothered and embarrassed when you explain in explicit detail how you want them and what you'll do >>>>>>>> We'll simple aknowledge the fact that he likes being good and breedable and act like i didn't almost scream when he kept saying that
me when subby boys:
ANDDDDD HIM ASKING IF HIS HOLE PLEASES HER WTF omg yes baby you're perfect all of you you don't even have to ask but the fact that he's so needy and in so far into subspace that he asked aaaaaa i can't with this boy
THIS MANNNNNNN LIKE YES OF COURSE YOUR HOLE PLEASES ME FNADNFAN istfg only MV!Tae can say stuff like "does my hole please you?" and I'll be over here like: [see reference picture above]
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Proof of Work Chapter 4: Quantify
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3.
Contains: Pining, angst, descriptions of sex scenes, rude awakenings of love, coworker!au JK, coworkers to friends to enemies to ??, crying, overthinking, this OCs got anxiety, flirting, perilla leaf debates.
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Jungkook used to hate you.
You were just so bossy and cold and you freaked out over everything. You were always on time for work and constantly making him look bad because you were so good at everything. It pissed him off, how much you actually enjoyed working.
Jungkook wasn't like that.
Sure, he liked his job and he was good at it. Designing and coding was fun or whatever but the mundanity of a salaried position was just so...boring. He hated it- hated how tired he was waking up that early in the morning, hated that he couldn't just spend all day doing whatever he wanted. So when he saw how much you really liked it, he sort of learnt to hate you a little.
Then you started talking to him.
And you were funny- like, really fucking funny. And you were smart and helpful, you always reminded him of shit he had the tendency to forget, even leaving stupid little cat shaped sticky notes on the edge of his desk reading 'meeting at 3 :)' or 'deadline date: two weeks'. You went out of your way to help him, even getting caught up in his mess when he couldn't figure out how to change the toner out in a fucking printer.
Suddenly, he kind of liked work.
Getting assigned this project with you was sort of a dream for him- he got to work with his favorite coworker. You didn't really feel the same, clearly, you had your own thoughts about him. But it didn't matter, he liked you- a lot. Maybe even too much.
He definitely liked you too much to pick a fight with you, definitely liked you too much to tell you that you sucked at your job.
That argument had been playing in his head for days now, clouding his thoughts and haunting every waking moment. Jungkook really couldn't say why he lashed out at you like that- all he knew was that he had to stop his stupid crush on you from ruining your friendship. It was easier this way, right? If he ruined it by being mean to you, there was no way that you'd realize he had a crush on you and reject him.
At least you couldn't reject him for being him this way.
He just wanted to distract himself, get the pent up energy out of his body and into something else.
Someone else.
It was actually his roommate's idea, sick of hearing Jungkook mope around the apartment, "Dude, I haven't seen you home this much in months. Did you break up with your girlfriend?"
Taehyung asked, flopping onto the couch next to Jungkook where he was haphazardly playing a video game.
"Girlfriend? I've been busy at work, I never had a fucking girlfriend," Jungkook snapped, frowning slightly.
"Oh?" Taehyung mumbled, "Sorry- I just figured since you hate work and you were gone all the time that it was because of a chick. Plus, you were always on the phone with someone and giggling and shit- didn't you bring someone over that one time?"
"My coworker," Jungkook corrected, throwing an annoyed glance towards Tae. Why would he think you were his girlfriend? As if that would ever happen. "We're working on a work thing together. It's stupid."
Did it really seem like the two of you were together? Was he too flirty with you? He tried to remember if you flirted back, wondering if maybe you were the one who was flirt because it was never intentional. Jungkook tried really hard to hide the fact that sometimes you were so pretty he couldn't speak or when the wind blew right your hair fluffed up like you were in one of those Pantene commercials and he could smell the perfume on you skin. He tried really hard to hide the fact that he liked it and he liked standing close to you because his body got all buzzy like a battery filled up with electrical charge.
"Sounds like it," He noted, "You seem stressed the fuck out."
"Been working too much," Jungkook mumbled.
"You should get laid," Taehyung announced, making Jungkook pause.
Laid? He had forgotten how long it had been since he opened up the dating app on his phone. When's the last time he got some? He did the mental math in his head- tracing back to... Yeah, he needs to get laid.
So that's what he did, going through the motions until he wound up at some girl's house. It was going fine, she was nice enough. Until-
Jungkook felt like he had been hit by lightning, seizing up the moment your name left his lips.
Why the fuck did he just say that?
"What?"
"Huh?" He stuttered, trying to ignore the blunder. It should've been a boner killer, thinking of you while he was balls deep in a girl he wasn't sure he was pronouncing the name right of but for some reason his hips stuttered and his mind flooded with images of you.
The way your lips looked wrapped around the straw of that stupid bright green matcha shit you were always drinking. Your legs, long and lean in those tight ass pants he was pretty sure were violating dress code but of course you got away with it because you were miss perfect. Your back in that dress, the sway of your ass. That evil little glint you always had in your eye right before you were about to ask him to do something-
The way your voice sounded as you begged him to hold you in his arms a week ago. Please, Jungkook?
Please, Jungkook?
Jungkook groaned, a pathetic cry falling from his lips as he finished long and hard without warning. His entire body reacted viscerally to the thought of you, humming with pleasure and pure want. He hadn't ever felt anything like it- if his orgasm was this intense at the mere thought of you, how would it feel like to actually be with you? His body seized and he felt his legs give out, catching himself before he fell, "Shit- I'm sorry."
"Why? That was amazing."
He barely processed what she was saying, rushing to get out of this situation.
He didn't want to be here- he didn't want to talk to her. He felt bad, but he only wanted to see you, talk to you- were you still mad at him? Would you ever forgive him? What if you didn't?
What if the last time he spoke to you was the last time, forreal? What if the last words you said to him were ones of anger?
Jungkook felt his heart rate pick up and got paranoid, an increasingly persistent need to call you tugging at his heads, forcing him to search for his phone.
"I- Sorry, I'm sorry," He kept repeating, confusing the girl even more.
"What are you doing?"
"I have no fucking clue," Jungkook mumbled, hands still searching for his phone. This looked bad- she'd think he was a bad person if he left now, he should wait, he should say something nice to her. He should apologize to you.
Jungkook paused, staring at the girl and trying not to come across as a complete asshole. She wasn't even looking in his direction, pulling a shirt over her head instead.
"I told my best friend that she was bad at designing something and it hurt her feelings," Jungkook heard his voice say, as if that was the entirety of the problem.
As if it were that simple- he said you were a bad designer and it hurt your feelings. It was so much more, so much worse.
"O-Okay?" She said awkwardly, not exactly following his train of thought.
"I have to apologize," He continued. "I'm sorry- I, can I get you water? Should you pee or something?"
The girl stared at him with an amused look on her face, rolling over to the side of the bed, "I wasn't expecting you to stay or anything- just go if you need to. We fucked, mission accomplished."
"Mission accomplished," He said blankly, expecting more of an uproar over his post coitus decorum.
He had barely gotten one arm through his jacket by the time he was calling you, oblivious to the time. You didn't pick up and he spiraled more, thinking that this must mean you were really done with him. He rushed to call someone, anyone to talk him down, needing to get his feelings out.
"It's the middle of the night, you better be dead," Taehyung grumbled when he answered the phone, voice groggy with sleep.
"What if she never forgives me?" Jungkook whined, cutting straight to the chase.
"What? Who? Where the hell are you?" Taehyung blubbered.
Jungkook said your name and crumbled, coming to a full stop on the side of the street. The world was quiet and your name on his lips was too loud, made his cheeks blush and flooded his mind with imagery he didn't deserve to see right now.
"Your coworker?" Taehyung asked slowly, "What'd you do?"
"She's not just a coworker- I mean, I like her. I actually like her, she's my friend. I like her, I love-"
Jungkook stopped himself, eyes welling up with tears as panic rose in his chest, "Oh my god, I think I might love her and I was mean to her."
"Are you crying?" Taehyung gasped, completely alarmed.
He was an idiot- why did he say those things to you? He was only trying to put space between you, trying to prevent him from falling for you except that it didn't matter. He was too far gone- so fucking gone for you and he didn't do anything about it except for hurt your feelings.
Jungkook only started crying harder, interrupted by a call coming in. He frowned, wiping away his tears to read the caller id- it was you. You were calling him.
It was like the heavens opened up and suddenly a spotlight flashed on him- one more chance, don't fuck it up.
"I have to go," Jungkook said suddenly, ending his call with Taehyung still sputtering out questions. He answered your call immediately, still trying to regulate his breathing. "Hello?"
"Jungkook?" You slurred, your voice quiet and shaky, immediately setting off alarms in his head.
Why did your voice sound so weird? Were you okay? What were you doing? Who were you with?
"Why did you call me?" You grumbled, still in the same tone.
"I-I wanted to talk," He stuttered, all of his confidence flying out the window.
You were silent on the other end for too long, a shuffling sound breaking up the quiet. Anxiety grew a tight ball inside his chest and jumbled out of control, nausea rising to the surface.
"I don't want to talk to you right now." You said quietly, "If you're okay and you're not in some kind of emergency, I'm going to hang up now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me about things unrelated to the skinsense project again."
"Wait-" Jungkook cried, sputtering out your name in some attempt to stop you from hanging up. It was no use, the harsh flatline of a dial tone cutting him off.
You used to really like Jungkook, but now you sort of hated him.
You didn't speak to him for the rest of the week, opting to work from home and avoid the office altogether. It was clear now how Jungkook saw you and it was too embarrassing to sit facing him at a desk all day, forced to confront your own stupid mistake of having a crush on someone who thought you were a total idiot.
How did things end up this way?
Weren't you supposed to be the smart one? Wasn't Jungkook the dumber part of dumb and dumber? Maybe you deserved this- the first romantic affection you had held for anyone in a really long time and it's for someone who didn't think much of you at all.
Avoiding him was working- until a week passed and Saturday came. You checked your calendar, your heart stopping temporarily when you read the appointment at the bottom.
2000 HRS- Dinner with Skinsense Investors.
Your eyes bulged, checking the time quickly. You completely forgot about the meeting your boss had set up between Jungkook, you, and the investors to go over any last minute changes that needed to be finalized before the redone site went live. Originally, Jungkook and you had planned on going together and you had been excited about it. Now, it seemed like the worst thing in the world.
It only got worse, arriving late to the restaurant because your hair wasn't cooperating. Jungkook had already sat down, chatting comfortably with the investors with an easy smile on his face. You narrowed your eyes, inspecting him from across the restaurant as you made your way over.
His hair was neatly parted, a soft looking sweater covering most of his tattoos and his hair flopped over to one side so it covered his earring piercing. He must be taking this seriously, he never bothered to hide any of that before. His eyes were bright and animated, hands twisting and waving as he spoke empathically about whatever it was he was going on about.
"Sorry I'm late, there was unexpected traffic," You interjected, approaching the table.
The two investors rose, shaking hands and introducing themselves to you. You had only spoken to them over the phone, placing their voices but not their faces. The deeper of the two's voices belonged to a tall man with sleeked back hair and an expensive looking suit. He was younger than you thought he'd be, better looking by far. His hand lingered over yours as you introduced yourself, clocking the small smirk tilting one side of his lips up.
"Nice to finally meet you," He said warmly, "Jeon Jungkook ssi was just telling us about all the effort you've put into our site, thank you for your hard work."
"I'm sure he was," You smiled tightly, grimacing when you realized there was only one open seat- besides Jungkook.
He smiled at you as you sat next to him, shifting closer to you for some reason. The investors spoke casually amongst themselves, scanning the menu, and Jungkook took it as an opportunity to lean in towards you.
"You didn't respond to my text- I offered to pick you up, did you have to sit in traffic for a long time?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.
"No," You said plainly, turning your attention back to the investors. "So, we're almost completely finished with the website, we're there any last minute changes that needed to be done?"
"No, we reviewed the files you sent over and the final draft of it all and everything looks amazing. You two really did great work," One of the men sitting across from you confirmed kindly. "You make a great team."
"I think so too," Jungkook smiled, making you roll your eyes.
Who was he kidding?
"So, how long have you been in the business?" He asked, smiling politely at you.
You felt your cheeks redden despite trying hard to remain professional- geez, he was attractive. It was almost disarming, his teeth were so white and his eyes were so...sparkly. They were almost as sparkly as Jungkook- which was saying something.
"I- Uh, about four years," You smiled, "W-What about you? How long have the two of you been business partners?"
"Much longer, we're old compared to you," answered the other man, age showing in how crinkly the sides of his eyes were when he smiled.
Skinsense must really work if they were as old as they said they were. Whatever- you could date an old guy. Yeah, especially one as rich as him.
"I'm only 24," Jungkook declared confident, "Young, virile."
"That's not always a good thing," You muttered, sending him a sideways look.
"It is when you're flirting as hard as you are right now," He quipped back, only loud enough for you to hear.
Jungkook threw you an accusatory look, making you feel oddly guilty for some reason. What was he trying to do? Make you feel worse? First you were stupid and now you didn't deserve to flirt a little? He hates you- Jungkook really hates you. Your stomach dropped and you focused on the food but all your mind was thinking of was-
Why weren't you good enough for him?
Why didn't he want you?
You poked and prodded at the food on your plate, eyes zipping around the table to try and make yourself look busy. You aimed for a random banchan set out in front of you, landing on kkaennip jangajj. You struggled to pick up a piece, hand shaking slightly and missed the second time too- just your luck.
Shit.
You reached for the perilla leaf again, attempting to peel just one off before failing again, feeling your cheeks heat up. This was so annoying- you were about to give up when another pair of chopsticks hovered by the side dish, inches away from helping you when Jungkook's tattooed hand quickly interjected. He made quick work of helping you, placing the leaf on your plate and lining up several others alongside it so you didn't have to struggle again.
You paused, looking up at the investor with the pretty smirk and nice hair. His hand was still paused in mid air, eyeing Jungkook with slight irritation. You cleared your throat, sneaking a peek at Jungkook, who had a similarly annoyed look on his face.
"You know, I've never liked perilla leaf. They should stop serving it- it's such a burden. Unlike namul, we should've asked for namul instead." Jungkook babbled, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"I like perilla leaf," You said lamely, blinking up at him.
"Oh," He said awkwardly, slowing his chewing down to an almost comical pace. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, wide eyes searching your face for some clue for how to pacify you. "Well, I guess it's not all that bad- with rice..."
What the hell is wrong with him?
You threw him a confused look, wondering what was going through his mind. Why was he acting so strange? It was like he was trying to get something out of you, maybe he was trying to play nice so you wouldn't talk shit about him to the investors.
Is that really what he thought of you?
The rest of the dinner went the same way, Jungkook acting strangely and the investors being polite enough to ignore it. The actual meeting went fine- you answered most of the questions and Jungkook filled in when needed. You were a good team- a perfect team, actually.
Too bad he hated you.
"It was very nice to work with you you and even better to meet you in person," The pretty investor man smiled when things were wrapping up. "We should do it again soon."
"Well hopefully the project will be wrapped up soon and we won't have to," Jungkook joked, shaking the man's hand gruffly.
"Uh, right," He said politely, "Have a good night. We'll be in touch."
You waved politely and watched them go, making sure they were out of earshot before turning on your heels to face away from Jungkook.
"Surprised you didn't ask if he was single," Jungkook joked dryly, laughing under his breath.
You saw red, every intelligent thought leaving your brain, "Why? Would that be so bad? Is it so hard to fathom that I might be interested in a man like that? Or maybe it's just that I'm undateble, is that it? Am I so beneath you that I'm not even worth it?"
Jungkook frowned, a shocked look on his face, "What? No- I didn't-"
"You have some nerve acting like an ass to me and then pulling this shit, what is wrong with you?" You yelled, your voice getting louder and louder. "What the hell did I do to you to deserve this shit?"
You couldn't talk to him, couldn't tell him how you felt. You've spent the last 4 months telling Jungkook every little thought that passed through your head and now you couldn't talk to him.
You wanted to say: I love you, you hurt me, why don't you love me?
You wanted to tell him how hard you cried after he said your work wasn't good enough. You wanted to say how it felt like he was saying you weren't good enough. You wanted him to apologize and explain himself and you wanted him to say that it was all a misunderstanding.
It has to be- right? You wanted to tell him all of this but all you could think of was that he thought you were stupid and probably ugly and lame and annoying. You were spiraling, completely. In your mind, you were morphing into a tiny green troll that Jungkook was getting ready to punt into oncoming traffic.
"I was jealous."
Wait- what?
Your jaw fell open, refocusing back onto reality.
"You spent the entire night looking at that investor and ignoring me. You've been ignoring me for almost two weeks and then you showed up and flirted with him right in front of me. He was about to fucking help feed you- right in front of me and you haven't even spoken to me in two weeks." He continued. "I've been looking to this dinner all week because it meant I got to see you and you spent the entire time flirting with someone else."
Your mind was blank. You stared at him, taking in how nervous he looked. His hands were twisted together, eyes wide and cautious. Jungkook was biting down on his lip, chewing the area around his lip ring continuously in a way that made you want to reach out and stop him, smooth the tip of your finger over the swollen flesh.
"Why do you care?" You whispered, unable to speak any louder without your voice breaking.
"B-Because," He stammered, "Because I love you."
He had this look on his face that made your heart stop, it was warm and kind and soft and it was the version of him that you fell in love with. He was your best friend and he was telling you he loved you.
"You hurt me," You said quietly, unable to say anything more. You were so confused- he was sending you through an emotional tornado, whiplash smacking your heart around the walls of your chest.
"I know, I know- it was so out of line and it was fucked up and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you cry and I'm sorry that I was too scared to tell you how I felt so I said something terrible instead." He insisted, "Please, I'm sorry."
You felt your eyes burn and covered your face with your hands, sniffling loud enough for Jungkook to surge forwards reactively, pulling you into a tight hug.
You sighed in relief, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. You smushed your face into his chest and breathed in deep. You had missed the way he smelled the past two weeks. How could you miss him so bad when it had only been 14 days?
"I don't want to cry anymore," You whimpered, voice muffled against the soft material of his shirt.
"I know, I won't ever make you cry again," He said softly, "It'll never happen again, I'm sorry."
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, clinging onto one another in complete silence. You were meant to be angry at him and you were- he hurt your feelings, said harsh things that picked at the scabs of insecurity you had worked so hard to heal. But you loved him and you knew that the only reason why he was able to hurt you so much was because of that.
Jungkook had rendered you completely vulnerable.
Your eyes teared up again and you felt his hand smooth through your hair soothingly, his face bowed down to burrow into your neck.
"I'm sorry," He whispered again, hoping you'd believe him.
You pushed him away with a soft hand, staring at the ground to avoid having to look at him dead on. You were so confused and your thoughts jumbled around and you knew you were angry but he was here and all you really wanted to do at the moment was kiss him.
You let your hair fall in front of your face, hiding the redness of your cheeks. Why did he make you blush so hard?
You kept your hand on his chest, holding him at an arm's length away but still connected. Your fingers closed around the soft material and you looked up briefly, studying the small puddles of tears soaking into it.
"Can you take me home?" You asked quietly, "I don't feel good and I just want to go home now. You said you were going to take me home, right?"
Jungkook froze, wanting more. He wanted you to yell at him, to scream and fight and tell him off but then forgive him. How were you supposed to forgive him if you didn't yell at him first?
"S-Sure, yeah." He said instead of telling you all of that, guiding you with a cautious hand on your back.
You didn't say anything else to him until you were at your front door, Jungkook lingering behind you nervously. You fumbled with your keys, frowning slightly before looking up at him with an unreadable expression.
"Jungkook?" You asked softly, "Do you want to come inside?"
#bts fic#jeon jungkook fanfic#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook angst#jungkook imagine#jungkook coworker au#bts coworker au#coworker!jk#bts fanfction#jungkook fluff#jungkook fanfic#jungkook multichapter
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Ohts tae i just saw a picture of you with blonde hair… and it made me wanna fuck you senseless with my mouth 😵💫
Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair, fluffing up the back a bit as he works through the waves.
"Me? With blonde hair? You sure that was me?" He lets his hand fall back into his lap, fingers tapping against his thigh. "You're all getting bolder by the minute, huh?"
character asks are always open for the hoes
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TAJ! I’m glad you’re back~ what do you think of the jikookery lately? If you don’t yet know, everyone Jiminie leaves for work then Jungkook starts a live. It’s making all Jikookers excited and believing that there’s something there now. Does this information change your mind at them at all?
No. I actually think the fanaticism surrounding it is pretty disturbing because the only thing it's done is allowed people to think irrationally and circlejerking over their alleged fact that Jikook are dating, full stop. But if you know me well enough by now, you'll know that my kind of "shipping" is far more subdued than the traditional practice of it.
I'm certainly not endeared by the new wave of Jkkrs, and I'm put off by big platform Jkkrs perpetuating it (but their approach doesn't surprise me; nothing has changed in this regard).
If an occurrence of three times (or is it four..?) is enough for you to get your ship sailing into the horizon, you do you. I'm not trying to stop anyone from pursuing that lead or how far into delusional territory it takes them, but I have no desire to be affiliated with those kinds of shippers. And I'm referring to those who are taking it seriously. There's a huge distinction between shippers who are going with the flow because the worm is wiggling and so why not take a bite because they're hungry and it's fun, and the shippers who refuse to take any form of denial as an answer and are quick to just flip their hair and point the finger at you for not seeing it the way they do.
The types of Jkkrs I'm referring to may not be lashing out at Taehyung like their counterparts have done towards Jimin, but they're certainly being petty enough and fluffing their feathers over the revelation that there's even more truth to Taennie. Because of this, they're getting bolder in their assessments about Jikook, even when it starts to sound dodgy.
What I would say about Jikook is that a pattern has arisen; it's a good enough pattern to pay attention to, and that's literally it. But swan diving into the easiest narrative because it feeds the shipper's ego?
Okay then.
Just because a pattern suddenly exists doesn't mean you run head first into it; people break their heads that way.
For more visual readers, think of this pattern as being plotted on a line graph, and this pattern is the upward spike: we either want to see that line move steadily across the graph or surge upwards again before any conclusions are worth making.
The reason why I need "more" when most settle for less is because my priority is to respect the boundaries between fans and idols as much as possible before making declarations just because I think the shoe fits without trying it on.
Should the pattern continue, then going to town with it isn't so absurd.
(For reference, my personal threshold for the pattern to take root would probably be another two times, but that's just what it would take for me. And if it never happens again, it never happens, but it wouldn't erase the existence of the pattern; it just wouldn't be enough to make overarching statements.)
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Forget the brothers, I'd like an order of "Work Wife Yoongles" in mint condition please.
Yoongi: You sure about this??
Taehyung: Yes!!
Jin: People will love it!
Yoongi: I don't get how we got here --- we were talking about Y'ALL and YOUR DATES---
Namjoon: Trust us!
Yoongi: (long sigh)
Namjoon ruffles Yoongi’s hair with the towel once more, and Yoongi stands upright after being bent over Taehyung’s studio’s sink, looking into the mirror and inspecting his new, mint green hair, wet strands plastered against his face at his temples and fluffed up at the crown.
Jin: Yessssss, Yoongi, you look so good!
Yoongi runs a hand through his locks, still unsure.
Taehyung: I knew it would suit you! And Eomma agreed!
Namjoon: Let’s get to styling! Eomma is gonna want pics for the website!
Yoongi: P-pic--- Is that why we did this at Tae’s stu--- Hang on, there’s a WEBSITE? I don’t want---
Namjoon: Only a matter of time, Yoongles. Your map is in the making.
#bts fanfiction#bts drabbles#bts imagines#bts scenarios#a map of mrs. kims#yoongi fluff#jin fluff#namjoon fluff#taehyung fluff#bts fluff#Y'ALL I AM NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE FIRST FIC#AND YOU'RE MAKING ME ALREADY BRAINSTORM THE SEQUEL#amomk#anon#your asks#asks
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When Akira was pregnant, picture Taes parents coming to visit them and absolutely spoiling her! They show up before Tae gets home so he walks into their place to see Kira sitting on the couch with a bowl of food sitting on top of her big belly, stuffing her chipmunk cheeks with his moms cooking, while his mom is fixing her another plate and his dad fluffing her back pillow. The sight would have him melting 🥹
His parents would be so excited when they find out that Akira is pregnant lol Especially since Taehyung’s an only child in that fic, it would be their first grandchild so Akira would be well taken care of 🥰
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seven minutes (in hell) with you
chapter two
Taehyung was 16 when he first appeared on the cover of a tabloid magazine.
He was caught in Paris with some model friends, drunk off his ass and laughing on a balcony in hopes that he could party his feelings away. His mother had just gotten engaged for the 4th time to someone much better than his birth father who hadn’t bothered to call him in years. His pictures were blasted on websites, blogs and magazines alike with a bottle of wine and a telltale cigarette between his fingers.
People stared when he returned, they whispered and spread all sorts of things about him online.
I heard he left for rehab.
I heard he went to Paris to film a porno.
I heard that he found his long-lost twin who is the prince of France and they’re going to switch places in order to defeat the aliens that plan on taking over in 2050.
Some were more realistic than others but they still bothered Taehyung like anything at first. He wanted every single one of those paparazzi leeches to rot in jail for invading his privacy.
He remembers crying whenever they would charge after him everywhere he went, flashing their cameras and asking the most ridiculously hurtful questions to get him to snap back. Desperate to catch him slip up, for everyone to see the fucked up Kim Taehyung caught on live camera.
But his mother was supportive and reminded him that bad press is still press, and doesn’t have to stay a bad thing. People now have their eyes on you and with that, you can show them anything. So Taehyung walked his mother’s next fashion show for her Spring line, dawning clean-cut pastel tones and using his (at the time) subpar modeling skills to his advantage. After a heartfelt interview with a few teary-eyed answers to some invasive questions, everyone loved him, transforming Taehyung into the It-Boy everyone now knows him as.
It became his thing to be wild, charming, alluring, and enviable.
Sure, he still gets caught every now and then but it hurts less because that’s what people expect of him. People follow him. People adore him.
Who is he wearing? What destination is he traveling to next? Who is he seeing? What is Kim Taehyung doing and how can you, the average citizen, become like him?
As of right now though, Taehyung hasn’t been doing his usual activities. Last year he was doing a tour of the Mediterranean and getting caught leaving hotel rooms with a handful of up-and-coming idols which skyrocketed his social media following to ten million. But this summer he stayed in more, kept a low profile and only showed up to events thrown with minimal press.
No one has commented on it yet and he’s enjoying the silence.
Maybe he can take this time to relax, find himself, hang out with his family more and less with random hookups. Focus more on school and his team.
Finally fix his god awful sleep schedule which has been on his to-do list for a while now.
Well, he’s trying to. Maybe if his phone would stop vibrating right by his ear so early in the morning.
Taehyung grumbles, still half-asleep. His head lifts off his fluffed pillow as he stares at the caseless device vibrating and ringing at a frequency that is offensively loud for way too long right next to his body. The room is cold and barely used, smelling strongly of his lavender pillow spray and his cologne. He flips it over to see Jimin’s contact photo and the time blaring in his unadjusted eyes.
His hotel room is dark except for a tiny sliver of sunlight peeking through the curtains, revealing a bright Seoul day. Taehyung turns onto his back and presses the green button, blinking up at the ceiling.
“What could you possibly want at ass o’clock?” His voice is scratchier than usual. “We went to bed at 3 a.m.” The frat party extended longer than usual and Taehyung ended up drinking more than he originally planned with his two buddies so he only got in three hours before sunrise.
If Taehyung did the math correctly, that’s not enough sleep!
Jimin’s sharp take of breath is heard through the receiver. “How could you?” His voice drips in what, to Taehyung’s half-asleep brain, sounds a lot like genuine anger.
The remnants of sleep rip away from his eyes, ruining his chances of falling back into blissful slumber once this unnecessary phone call is over.
“How could I what? What did I do this time?”
Taehyung looks around. His bed is empty so he seemingly didn’t hook up with anyone. His pajamas are on. He feels around his stomach for any stitches, pulling his boxers back to check if his dick is still there and it is so we can cross organ farming off the list.
There’s an open suitcase with his clothes messily pulled out and some shoes lined by the dresser/entertainment stand. His watch and all of his necklaces sit on his bedside table. Taehyung pats around for the remote to press the button that pulls the curtain out so some sunlight can stream in and wake him up.
“Everyone else knows before me, your best friend, your soulmate. I can’t believe this.”
Did I just wake up in a simulation? “Babes, it is way too early for us to be role-playing right now. What happened last night?” He presses the button and is momentarily blinded.
There is some more residual grunting and whining when Yoongi takes his phone and switches the call to Facetime. He’s wearing his glasses, bangs framing his clear forehead, clean and presentable as always. While Taehyung has dried drool on his cheek and the messiest bed head he’s ever seen. Great. Awesome.
“Just go check the GossipBlast account on Insta. It’ll explain Jimin’s soap opera acting.”
“Hey!” The blonde whines.
Taehyung’s eyes roll at the mere mention of that waste of bandwidth. “Jesus, what have those bitchless cretins posted now? Did the debate team spread an STD to the entire team again?” His fingers move quickly over his screen to his apps, finding the multicolored one and clicking on it. “Wow I have so many notifications,” he mumbles.
10,000 comments, 3000 mentions, 9000 follows.
A wave of panic begins to rise. What if Doeun leaked something? He didn’t get to speak to Taehyung at all last night. Is this his punishment?
Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He shouldn’t have run from him last night.
He searches up the account quickly while his friends wait. Taehyung clicks on the most recent post and nearly drops his phone on his face.
The pictures are of him and Jeongguk from last night, inches apart from each other, fixing their hair and their clothes suggestively. Cheeks a little flushed, lips parted, eyes avoiding the other.
His stomach twists in fear and confusion and irritation with every swipe. A moment so small was captured and put on the biggest gossip account at their college. And now it’s been taken out of context and thanks to the caption placed underneath the pictures.
SPOTTED: Seoul’s Resident It-Boy Kim Taehyung leaving the infamous seven minutes closet. But who is the lucky guy? Our sources confirm it’s none other than the swim team’s golden boy, Jeon Jeongguk, who has recently become single.
Has a new it-couple formed? Or was this lip-lock session only for those seven minutes? 😈
Taehyung and Jeongguk leaving a closet usually occupied for hookups, the hair tie; it looks sus as hell already but that caption pushes it further with a dating allegation.
He presses the comment icon and reads down despite Yoongi advising against it.
Who is this nobody and how is he bagging Kim Taehyung? 2h.
I’ve been trying to tap that ass for a year and emo boy over here gets a chance before me??? I call bullshit. 4h
If Taehyung is stooping low enough for some rando’s cock then us normal guys might have a shot. 1h
He scoffs. “Okay, so I leave a closet with Jeon and suddenly my standards are six feet under? How does that make any sense?” Taehyung wants to read more but Jimin snatches the phone from Yoongi and in the little video in the corner of his screen he can see a mass of blonde and furrowed brows.
“So you fucked him?” He asks, clearly still pissed
Taehyung clicks on the Facetime screen to give his friends his undivided attention. “Why on god’s green earth would I have sex with Jeon Jeongguk?” When there is literally anyone else out there for him.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Jimin argues back with a challenging look in his eyes, making Taehyung groan. “You were running around like a fucking headless chicken throughout the party, no one can find you for like half an hour and now these pictures are out and some people are claiming they heard moans. So either you fucked him or you fucked him.”
Okay yes, the optics are not on Taehyung’s side right now and he’s sure that Jimin is operating fully on anger only because Taehyung didn’t reveal this information to him last night and not because he actually gives a shit about any of this.
They’re best friends, soulmates, they tell each other everything. From the smallest detail to the deepest secret.
But as of recently, Taehyung hasn’t been telling Jimin everything.
“Jimin, we didn’t fuck.” He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “I needed a breather so I went upstairs but all of the rooms were occupied so I went to the closet where Jeon was coincidentally hiding from Jae. All we did was talk until his friends told him Jae left and then we parted ways. No sex, nothing even close to that.” He shudders as if the mere thought of doing anything sexual with the other makes him want to hurl.
Taehyung doesn’t give them the full details of what Jeongguk said. No matter what he feels for the guy, it isn’t his story to tell. He isn’t that petty.
Nor does he let them in on Doeun. He simply can’t.
Yoongi shifts into the frame, shoulders brushing with Jimin. “Why would he be hiding from Jae? Aren’t they dating?”
“Babe, remember what I told you? Jae’s with that tennis team reject Lee Doeun now. They broke up.”
Yeah, the one that’s been harassing Taehyung ever since the end of tennis camp in June. That guy.
“Damn,” Yoongi shakes his head and a tuft of hair falls over his face gracefully. “So, what are you gonna do, Tae? Who do you think sent in the pictures?”
Jimin jumps in. “Could it be your new man?” He gasps overdramatically.
It sounds absolutely ridiculous to Taehyung. Jeongguk, who used to hide in his closet whenever his mother invited people over for dinner because he was too shy to talk to them, orchestrated this entire thing just so he could climb the social ladder and be higher up on the food chain at their university.
Jeongguk couldn’t care less about stuff like this. He likes to blend in and not invite attention.
At least, that’s the Jeongguk that he used to know. A lot can change in seven years.
Taehyung gets up from bed with a deep sigh and puts on his slippers to save his feet from the cold marble. He needs to order room service for breakfast soon and hop in the shower so he has time to do his hair before class today. Josun Palace does a great continental spread, maybe he’ll share it with Yoongi and Jimin today.
Nothing money can’t buy right?
Except for good university housing, that is.
“He’s not the type.” Taehyung positions his phone against the tv and starts searching the mini bar in the entertainment center for some chilled water. He ignores Jimin calling Jeongguk his new man. “There were tons of people on the stairs and in the loft, one of them probably did it. GossipBlast has paid for this kinda shit.” The half-drunk Evian bottle is calling his name. He pulls it out, uncaps the bottle and chugs. The cold liquid does wonders for his parched throat. “He’s gonna get mobbed when he goes to campus.”
Those comments were genuinely angry.
“You will too. Your policy of only fucking the best of the best will bite you in the ass for this.” He stops midway, pondering for a second. “Well, Jeongguk is pretty good looking but people are going to be mad at you for rejecting them now that they think you’re dating someone who barely goes to any parties. It’ll be a hit to their egos.”
Taehyung ignores the part about Jeongguk. He sets the bottle down after a hearty swig now that his throat doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. “Look, I’ll just squash this down when I get to campus, everyone will move on and their precious little egos will be saved. Then another scandal will be posted in no time and they’ll redirect their attention there. This really isn’t that big of a deal.”
People will brush over this the moment it’s proved wrong. It’s like dangling treats over a dog’s head.
Yoongi gives him a look. One with raised eyebrows that Taehyung has seen many times when he thinks that he’s full of shit.
“You sure?”
The kind of look that would usually make Taehyung second guess himself but he knows this shit better than anyone else. Popularity, social status, gossip; all combined is like a hungry monster. The more you feed it, the bigger it gets. And in a school that has students from some of the richest families in the country, that monster is bound to feast.
Whatever this thing is with Jeongguk is just a measly appetizer. His nonexistent status and blatant disregard of social importance turn him into nothing in these peoples’ eyes. Somewhere along the line, someone will get caught snorting cocaine on campus or a well-liked couple will break up or someone will discover a professor’s creepy porn stash on his work computer. News moves fast around here. Taehyung would know. He’s reaped the benefits of it.
“Totally sure.” He shakes his hair out so that it stops being so matted from his pillow. If he’s going to debunk this nonsense, he needs to look stunning while he does it. “Now, I’ll see you idiots outside at 9.”
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Jeongguk has a terrible habit of leaving his phone on Do Not Disturb for way too long.
Everyone has scolded him for it; his parents, his sister, his ex and his two friends when he doesn’t pick up their so-called emergency Facetimes or respond to their texts.
It’s not like Jeongguk does it on purpose! He gets irritated by the constant buzz and sometimes, he just needs peace and quiet before starting his day.
Specifically in the mornings. Jeongguk likes to take his time, brush his teeth, do his skincare, shower, and laze around in his towel before moisturizing and putting his clothes on. Now that he has mainly morning classes and training, he doesn’t want to get bothered by useless notifications unless it’s the hilarious reaction memes Seokjin manages to find from the dark corners of the internet or a funny tik-tok Hoseok sent.
He started doing this more often over the summer when he would wake up every morning and check his phone for a text from Jae. It started eating him alive, ruining his day when his empty screen would glare back at him, seemingly mocking him for how bitchless he is. So one day his sister snatched his phone and chided him to stop checking it the moment he woke up. Instead, she told him to start his morning routine earlier and then check it.
Jeongguk loves it. He gets out of bed faster and gets more things done which, despite his desires to loaf around, really soothes his Virgo soul.
After his shower, Jeongguk pulls the curtains back in his living room to let in the morning sunlight. Summer is on its last days but Fall in Seoul still allows for streams of warm golden light. It hits the bare skin of his arms, making them shine thanks to his lotion. His apartment wakes up, illuminating the green leaves of his fake plant and the sheen on his counters. A light blue sky with fluffy clouds patterned, trees billowing in the wind, cars going by and students walking on the streets to the bus stop at the end of the block.
He sighs. There’s no chance in hell he is giving up this apartment.
Somehow, he’ll find someone to take Jae’s spot. He has to. He’s pretty sure a few students in his university would commit a crime for a room in Paradise.
Jeongguk walks over to the kitchen where he has boiled some water in the kettle, opening his French press to pour it over some fresh coffee grounds. Then he puts a few slices of toast in the toaster and grabs an apple and peanut butter.
The candle lit on the kitchen counter ties everything together, crackling so it’s not completely silent.
Peace, serenity, tranquility, harmony–
Someone starts banging on Jeongguk’s front door, startling him while he mixes the coffee in his French press. He glances down at his watch. He isn’t late to grab Hoseok and Seokjin.
Who could be at his door so early?
Another round of knocks comes, harder this time, and Jeongguk clicks his tongue. Seriously, he can’t have one morning full of uninterrupted peace and quiet. “Okay, okay! I’m coming, jeez,” he grumbles. His fingers push the chain lock and turn the one on the knob before pulling to reveal none other than his friends. “What-”
Hoseok stumbles in with hurried steps. “Why haven’t you been answering our calls or texts?” he demands angrily, dark brows scrunching.
Jeongguk’s chin pulls back at the sudden attack. He holds the door open for the two until they are in, letting his hold on the doorknob go so it shuts softly while his hyungs look at him incredulously.
“My phone is charging and on DND.” They roll their eyes at him heavily. “What happened?”
He doubts that he missed something important so early in the day.
“Well,” Seokjin laughs and he’s got that expression on. The one he makes when he’s uncomfortable and trying to turn the situation into a joke. “You, my friend, might need a bodyguard when you go to class today,” he claps Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Ooh, can we have some coffee first?”
He points a finger to the machine that’s been pressed down so the grounds are separated from the fresh coffee, filling the air with its trademark yummy scent.
“Y-yeah,” he waves off, “But why would I need a bodyguard?” His toast shoots up out of the toaster as the elder two take off their shoes and enter his kitchen, knowing exactly where the mugs and sugar are.
Jeongguk puts his pieces of toast on a plate, pressing his front against the counter to spread peanut butter all over the crispy slices.
There’s a moment of silence where Jeongguk legitimately considers that Hoseok was panicking from a lack of caffeine and the presumed bodyguards were for his own protection from him but after a few sips are taken, Seokjin decides to open his mouth.
“GossipBlast posted some pictures of you and Kim Taehyung leaving a closet at last night’s party and now everyone thinks you’re either dating or fucking.”
Their winces make it seem like they’re anticipating the worst possible reaction out of Jeongguk. But he just continues to spread his toast with peanut butter and gaze at them blankly.
“What is GossipBlast?”
The elder two replace their winces for a dumbfounded expression. “Are you fucking serious dude?” Hoseok groans. Jeongguk just shrugs in response, setting his knife down on his plate and screwing the peanut butter jar shut. “It’s the biggest gossip account at this school. Their posts get thousands of likes so everyone usually believes what they have to say. One of their posts literally made Nam Joohyun transfer to SNU.”
Apparently he got caught having a threesome and neither of the people involved were his girlfriend. Now, cheaters deserve nothing but this man was ostracized to the point of leaving which is a testament to the power of GossipBlast.
They’re treated like a god around here, especially because they only post about the upper-class. So all of those people who are jealous or intrigued by them get the full scoop on all of their shenanigans.
“Okay, so why is this such a big deal?”
Seokjin gulps slowly, handing Jeongguk a mug of coffee. “Well, someone sent in pictures of you and Taehyung and-”
“No, I got that part but why should I worry when we did nothing wrong?” He doesn’t get it. It’s not like he made out with Taehyung on camera or anything.
“You were seen leaving a closet together,” Hoseok says it like it’s obvious. As if closets are designed for quickies and not for fucking storage or hiding from an ex. “You know? The same one people used to play seven minutes in heaven? That’s why.”
Oh fuck and Taehyung put that hair tie on the doorknob too. No wonder people are getting the wrong idea about this.
“What were you two even doing in there?” Seokjin asks.
Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. The events of last night are clear since he didn’t get wasted. Taehyung never explicitly told him why he was hiding but they sat there and talked.
They bickered first but then they talked. He told Taehyung about his breakup with Jae and Taehyung was understanding about it.
It was the first conversation they had in years. He didn’t have the will or time to sit and think about it. Build it up in his head, notice the intimate details of it all. It was nothing compared to how they used to be.
“We were just talking. I was hiding from Jae. He needed a break or something, I don’t know,” he shrugs, sipping at his coffee to make his building anxiety even worse. “Are people seriously mad about this?”
He knows Taehyung is well-liked and highly desired by people. He’s rich, captain of the tennis team and a jock–
Sorry, not just any jock. Kim Taehyung is the jock at their school. The coolest, the most followed, the most liked, the one that gets the most numbers at a party or after a game, the one that everyone wants to be or be with and the one with the biggest, most enthusiastic audience during every one of his games.
The ultimate coolness factor among athletes here, although terribly unfair, will always be the number of people that come to your games. All of your fans on the sidelines holding posters, wearing school colors, making t-shirts with your jersey number on it, cheering your name to egg you on. The more the better. Sure, some of the more boring sports got the short end of the stick but this was the general rule among jocks.
And no one got more attention than Taehyung.
Tennis isn’t even that riveting. Not fast-paced like basketball or soccer. But Taehyung has that pretty face and all of that charisma and talent and wit that makes 90% of their school’s population fall to their knees at the mere sight of him.
He’s the guy at every party with a hoard of people around him. The flirty romantic lead in the university K-drama with the slow music and hair flip. The one that gets numbers handed to him in folded notes throughout class, who skips class later on to have sex in someone’s car in the parking lot, and that cycle repeats for days on end.
Some jocks hated him and most wanted to be with him.
Jeongguk on the other hand doesn’t give a shit about Kim Taehyung. Not one small bit.
Hoseok hands him his phone. “Look at the comments. People are pissed.”
Jeongguk grabs the device and chomps down on his toast, slightly panicked like there’s a mob outside his apartment ready to burn him at the stake.
Jeon Jeongguk? Does he even go to this school? 4hr
I swear I’ve never seen this man before. How on earth does he bag the hottest guy at our school? 7hr
Dressed in a leather jacket like some greasy bad boy. I bet his dick is useless. 3hr
He’s floored at the obvious jealousy pouring out of his comment section. Getting angry at him like he did something wrong. Jeongguk hands Hoseok his phone back and his jaw slackens. “God, these people are losers,” he mutters to himself.
It’s as if there’s a video of him getting down on his knees and proposing to the guy.
Oh heavens! He brushed shoulders with Kim Taehyung! Sentence him to prison, I say! Prison!
“Losers or not, you got caught with the hottest guy at this school in a compromising position. It doesn’t matter if nothing happened, they’re gonna make shit up in their head and make you the bad guy because of their attraction to Taehyung,” Seokjin explains. Like when a hot actress gets married or pregnant and suddenly men don’t want them and they spend all of their time online pointing out all of her faults. “So, let’s go to campus and you can let everyone know that it was nothing, okay?”
He really doesn’t have any other option. People are curious and mad and jealous which puts a target on Jeongguk’s back which he didn’t ask for but he supposes that’s the gamble when you hang with popular people.
This year was supposed to be another year where people live their lives blissfully unaware of his existence.
He should’ve never hidden in that fucking closet. Nothing has been going right ever since Jae broke up with him.
Jeongguk grumbles. “Fine,” he chews with an annoyed pout, chasing it with some warm coffee. “I can’t believe people are mad at me for this. I’m sure four guys from the football team were having an orgy in one of the rooms. How is that more interesting than a few pictures with microwave quality?”
Like, it was a college party filled with over-privileged brats and alcohol. Someone must’ve jumped off the balcony into the pool or had a dance contest or literally anything more interesting.
“It’s gossip about rich people. Haven’t you seen American reality tv?” Hoseok rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee.
“No, hyung,” Jeongguk argues back. “Unlike you, I have something called taste.” He enunciates the word in his face.
Hoseok’s fingers wrap around his earlobe and tug for the jab at his tv show taste. Jeongguk winces at the brief jolt of pain.
“Your taste consists of anime, rom-coms and shitty action films. Some of us like to watch trashy shit to feel better about ourselves.” Seeing people be assholes on your TV is quite the confidence boost.
“You’re right. I’m so sorry Dance Moms isn’t saved on my DVR.” He quips back sarcastically Hoseok takes it anyway, muttering brat under his breath and ruffling Jeongguk’s hair.
“You should be sorry,” Seokjin sticks his tongue out. “You’re missing out on the guilty joy of watching a grown woman yell at children for money.”
“Riveting.”
Jeongguk lets the conversation drift to the show and focuses on finishing his food. He cuts his apple using a cutter and shares it with his hyungs while packing his bag for the day. He lightly tucks in his laptop, his glasses, a few notebooks and pens before going to the bathroom to give his face one last look in the pristine mirror.
His hair is beginning to grow out. The bangs now reaching his cheekbone. The back is fluffy but not too long that he feels like he looks poodle-y. Jihyo’s been helping him clear his skin up and now, Jeongguk thinks he looks pretty good. Not amazing but passable.
He’s never going to be as popular as Taehyung and that’s fine. Jeongguk could never handle the pressure of being called one of Seoul’s It-Boy’s and having hoards of people interested in fucking him or watching his every move, waiting for him to fuck up.
Jeongguk likes being in the background. He prefers it when the spotlight doesn’t shine on him only to highlight all of the reasons why he falls short in front of everyone. He only puts out what he can and what he knows people will find appealing.
He’s a good swimmer and a good student. But aside from that, no one really knows who Jeon Jeongguk is.
And he’s going to keep it that way. Even if this pesky rumor has brought his name just a bit closer to that harsh golden light.
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“How long are we going to sit in here? I have no leg space.”
“You’re short. You don’t need it.”
Jimin’s grunt is soft but the slap on the back of Taehyung’s head is not. His neck bends forward, pushing his nose closer to his phone while waiting for a text from his good ol’ co-captain Jung Hoseok about the location of a certain doe-eyed swimmer.
Taehyung and Hoseok get along great and lead the tennis team well. Honestly, he would’ve been pushed to join their group had the brunette not developed a sickly sweet crush on track and field star Kim Seokjin who is always anchored to Jeongguk’s side.
Apparently, they’ve got some super strong bond or some shit. Whatever.
Taehyung swallows the saliva building up in his mouth from nerves. He’s ignored all of his DMs and comments on Instagram, and he’s not liked a single thing on Twitter all in hopes that Jeongguk shows up and is willing to end all of these rumors about them together. Then they can go on their merry way and continue to pretend like they barely know each other.
Yoongi, Jimin and him wait in the parking structure on campus. The area is filled with parked imported vehicles, some blaring music, some bouncing, some with the windows rolled down to pour out smoke, and some empty. This is the biggest one right across the street from their campus where the main building along with each department’s buildings are placed throughout the uphill climb.
The streets are lined with blooming blossom trees, sweetening the air and decorating the ground. Fields of green against the gray bricks making up the buildings. It’s beautiful. However, Taehyung is gunning for the main quad.
It’s where most students congregate around in the early morning to grab coffee or eat breakfast at the cafe and study or trudge to class half awake.
It’s the perfect spot to talk to the masses.
Yoongi finishes the last of his americano, staring at the barely melted ice while speaking. “First day of class and you already got yourself a scandal. Proud of you, kitten,” he pokes Taehyung’s cheek with a cold finger.
“You know me.” Although it would’ve been a lot more fun if his sex scandal involved him actually having sex.
Not that Taehyung wants to have sex with Jeongguk. Are you kidding? Oh my gosh, he would never.
Jeongguk has no status at their school. People know him but that is purely because he allowed them to know him whether it was for a school project or being on the team or being neighbors in their dorm. He isn’t well-known. Not like Taehyung is.
For a second, he wonders what would happen if this dating rumor was true. Would people (and Doeun) leave him alone? Would Jeongguk rise up in the ranks?
More people would go to swim meets, that’s for sure. With how their students are,Jeongguk would definitely start appearing on fan-made posters and get millions of Instagram followers.
Taehyung smirks to himself. God, Jeongguk would hate this. He remembers finding the guy on Instagram towards the end of high school. He had 13 followers and two pictures despite having the account for three years already. Living a life like Taehyung’s would burn him out. Constantly having to dodge flashing cameras, pretend like the jagged questions don’t bother you, and try to live a normal life despite everyone wanting to pry. Jeongguk wouldn’t last.
A dense feeling tugs at his chest, bringing him back down to reality. So, it’s a good thing they aren’t friends anymore.
Taehyung would just be a bother.
“If only he actually got dick last night.” To make his point, Jimin kicks his seat, sending Taehyung lurching forward again. “By the way, are you sure you don’t want Mingyu’s number? He was all over you at the party and he’s definitely still down.”
Taehyung fiddles with his fingers. He swallows shakily, avoiding Yoongi’s slowly turning gaze on his profile.
He said it before: he wants the first fuck of the year to be attractive, his type, great in bed. Mingyu crosses off all of those boxes. He’s tall and his dad is a famous surgeon. There is no reason for Taehyung to reject his advances, right?
Well, after everything that happened with Doeun, Taehyung needs to be cautious.
People have used his promiscuity against him, made a pawn to dig deep and tear down those walls until he’s mush in their hands. Only for them to stomp all over him and walk away. Having it happen once was pathetic enough, Taehyung refuses to let it happen again.
He shrugs. “He’s cute but,” his eyes never flick up to his friends, “I just wasn’t feeling it.”
“You weren’t feeling it last night with that beer pong guy and you aren’t feeling it with Mingyu,” Yoongi points out. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
Yes, his brain shouts. Something happened but I can’t tell you about it because then more people will know and that cannot happen. Please help.
But Taehyung just shakes his head, not wanting to burden them with his stupid problems, even though he’s sure they would be glad to help. “Nah, I’m just being picky. Besides, I heard Mingyu’s tryna get back together with his ex and I don’t wanna get in the middle of that rom-com plot.” He jokes.
Taehyung earns a few lazy chuckles from the others when his phone finally vibrates in his lap. He turns it over and looks at the notification. A text from Hoseok.
tennis parents
mommy tennis
hey, we’re parked on the 2nd floor
we’ll meet outside the parking lot
daddy tennis
yessir
🫡
“Let’s go, gays.” Taehyung pockets his phone, grabs his backpack, a leather Gucci one he got years ago, and opens the car door. His boots clack on the asphalt and he shuts the door behind him with a simple push.
Yoongi is kind enough to drive him, Jimin too but they’re dating so it’s different. Taehyung has a license though. He just doesn’t care for driving. He has his own driver and his own limo which he would’ve just used here but there’s never adequate parking for them and some students egg the limos out of spite.
Most students just end up buying a car or relying on public transport.
With a sigh, the other two get out and stretch their limbs. It’s a nice sunny yet a little chilly day. Like one of those transition periods from Summer to fall. One of Taehyung’s favorite types of weather.
He’s dressed in an outfit that is sure to turn heads. Black fitted bootcut jeans, heeled boots, a silk tank top tucked in with a cheetah print button-up shirt on top. He chose a classic pearl choker and his usual rings on his fingers. Simple gold hoops and his hair is barely brushed to give his curls some volume.
He looks fucking good. His ass is shown off and his collarbones are exposed. Taehyung exudes confidence in outfits like this. Like he can take on the world and have men crumbling with a simple walk.
Jimin, in his casual yet styled white t-shirt, sweater vest and white pants, joins him along with Yoongi, in neutral tones, for once, with a light tan button-up and ripped blue jeans. They leave the parking lot together where a pathway goes down to the street crossing. Taehyung has his first class in the Humanities building so he’ll have to make his speech fast if he wants to make it to his class on time.
He links his arms with the other two, tightly chaining them as they walk to the exit door, leading directly to that path down to the crosswalk.
And Taehyung can see a small group of people standing by the side of the exit. Hoseok’s trademark baggy jeans standing near someone tall and then someone in a completely black outfit.
Need directions to the My Chemical Romance concert buddy?
“Hobi!” Taehyung calls. All three of them turn around and only one of them doesn't give him a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way,” he motions to the brunette’s patched beige cargo pants, black t-shirt and black jacket.
Hoseok gives him a genuine smile. “You too.” His fingers tug at the lapel of Taehyung’s shirt and travel up to flick the pearl necklace sitting on his chest. “Quite the first-day outfit,” he motions.
“Well, I always dress appropriately for the occasion.” In his best outfit to end a relationship that is completely fabricated.
“Ready to break a million people’s hearts?” Seokjin asks, slinking a cautious arm around Hosoek’s waist. He smiles at Taehyung, shaggy dark hair combed perfectly to frame his handsome face. A black bomber jacket, white t-shirt and ripped jeans on. Pretty and clean as always.
Taehyung laughs. Although this information might actually do more good than harm. “Don’t think I ever will be,” he jokes. Cautiously, he flicks his eyes over to the other, the youngest, for his input.
He’s been so quiet this entire time, typing away at his phone like an angry business man. He barely even acknowledged Taehyung’s presence. Rude.
Jeongguk snorts, finally ripping his eyes from his phone and giving them his attention. “They’ll fucking live. No one should’ve sent those pictures in the first place.” He tucks the device in his pocket and fixes the straps of his backpack so they sit perfectly on his shoulders.
Now, Taehyung gets an actual look at him. His hair curls around his eyebrow, showing off his big clear eyes and flawless skin. He sports an oversized Carhartt shirt that goes down to his elbows and matching black cargo pants, baggy of course, and chunky sneakers.
That dark, emo, high fashion aesthetic is so.. so quintessentially Jeongguk. It fits him. He looks relaxed and comfortable unlike how stiff he used to sit in the outfits chosen for him. Always tugging and fidgeting.
He looks good. Not exactly Taehyung’s style but he recognizes its appeal in Jeongguk.
“True,” Yoongi argues. “But, that’s college for you. The best thing is to shut it down and move on.”
He nods a head to the campus center where bustles of people group around.
“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.” He raises a hand to tuck some hair away. “I need to get to the housing office before my 9:30 class and put in a roommate request.”
A roommate request?
Look, there’s nothing wrong with most of the students here but the housing office always seems to randomly select someone that is guaranteed to ruin your life. Either they’re disgusting as fuck or they’re creepy as fuck. Taehyung knew someone whose roommate asked if they could watch them shower for research purposes. Seriously, there’s a reason no one submits those forms.
But Taehyung rolls his eyes at the other’s hurrying, crossing his arms over his chest. “And here I thought you’d miss our relationship. After everything we’ve been through! You bastard! What about the kids or the house on the beach?” He gasps dramatically, throwing a hand over his forehead in mocked pain.
Everyone else giggles at his theatrics. Taehyung grows a smirk when he reels back, staring at Jeongguk’s lips set in a hard frown. Not even a muscle twitches. God, who pissed in his coffee this morning?
“Whatever. I feel sad for whatever unlucky soul is forced to deal with all of that later on,” his hand gestures to Taehyung’s entire body and his dismissal hits sharper than he thought.
His smirk drops. “Me?” Taehyung’s finger points to himself. “Have you met yourself? I think all of that black clothing is getting to your head and wiping all of the fun out.” Whatever happened to the cute Jeonggukie who would play along with Taehyung?
“Well at least I don’t dress like some shitty loveseat from the 80s!”
Seokjin groans under his breath. “Can both of you shut up already?” His chin rests on Hoseok’s shoulder, holding him close.
Neither of them hear his grumbling.
Taehyung points a finger at his body. “You wouldn’t know style even if it rang your doorbell and introduced itself.”
The younger rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’re such a pompous fucking brat, you know that?” A smirk grows on Taehyung's face. It’s not a forfeit but it definitely feels like a win.
“Of course I do. Glad to see you finally use your pea-sized brain and figure that out.”
Part of him wants to pat the younger’s shoulder, really get him agitated just to see how angry he’ll get, but Taehyung holds himself back.
Touching Jeongguk feels like a somewhat restricted action.
Jeongguk steps closer, taunting him. “Great, now let’s go tell your fanclub that we aren’t dating so I can spend even less time with you,” he spits out, shaking his head in exasperation. “This is the last thing I wanted to happen.” He nods to his two friends who split from each other and turn with him down the path, leaning on him the entire time instead.
Taehyung swallows down the pang that cuts deep into his chest, spreading down to his stomach in harsh waves. Jeongguk’s anger is somewhat justified, he wasn’t fair to him all those years ago when they stopped being friends and he isn’t fair now. But that doesn’t take the pain of it all.
As if the first thirteen years of their lives meant nothing.
No sleepovers or cuddles. No Mario Kart races or hours jamming to the newest SNSD CDs. No giggles under the covers or playing shark in the pool or warm noodles after a long summer’s day of being outside. It’s all null and void now.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” He’s proud his voice doesn’t waver. Taehyung has gotten better at concealing his emotions over the years, no matter how hard it hurts.
Jimin and Yoongi join either side of him. They begin a conversation about their Social Psychology class today but he doesn’t pay attention, eyes zoned in on the sight in front of him.
Taehyung watches Jeongguk walk along the sidewalk next to Seokjin. Their arms are linked and the older is trying and succeeding to make Jeongguk laugh at some corny joke. At some point, his head shakes with a cringed smile.
He can’t remember the last time Jeongguk smiled around him.
No, you know what? Fuck this. Jeongguk is happy with Seokjin and Hoseok and Taehyung is happy with Jimin and Yoongi and all of his other friends. He has no reason to feel sad.
People move on, grow apart from each other. There’s no guarantee that you will stay friends forever. He’s made and lost countless friends in his life. Jeongguk is just one of them.
Taehyung just needs to remind that part of his brain. The one that keeps on bringing up the soft moments he had with Jeongguk.
There’s a nudge against his shoulder. “So have you thought about our offer?” Yoongi asks. “The Josun Palace is nice but you need a home to come to after class or practice.” Fingers brushing wisps of hair out of his face.
In light of Taehyung’s current homelessness, Yoongi and Jimin have so graciously offered their shared penthouse which has an extra bedroom that he can stay in. All he has to do is pay rent and do chores with them weekly.
Sounds like a great offer right? A nice room near their university in a swanky penthouse, living with his best friends all the time. Fulfilling the American Dream by rooming in with your best friends and spending the nights drinking and watching movies while snuggling on the couch.
WRONG.
Yoongi and Jimin are great but they have one fatal flaw: they fuck everywhere. Literally, everywhere. The couch, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the laundry room, in a gazebo, in the pool, on a pool chair, in the car, on top of their car and every other place imaginable. And poor Taehyung has had the misfortune of walking in on them multiple times and wanting to shove forks in his eyeballs right afterwards.
He can’t handle that for a whole year. Especially if Taehyung wants to bring home someone of his own. How awkward would that be?
He scratches the back of his neck. “I need some more time,” he excuses, eyeing Jeongguk pressing the crosswalk button with his elbow while he and Seokjin sing the Pokemon theme song and Hoseok laughs. “I think I might try to find a studio of my own.”
One of his teammates’ dad is a real estate tycoon. Maybe he can find something there.
“Okay,” Jimin sings. “But just let us know as soon as possible.”
“Why? Trying to turn my potential room into a sex dungeon or something?” Taehyung jokes but Yoongi avoids his eyes and Jimin breaks into a fit of giggles which is good enough of an answer for him. Blech.
The light turns red and the white signal turns on. The six walk forward, still split into two completely different conversations at first until Hoseok flips around when he reaches the other side before Taehyung.
“Better plan your speech soon, Tae.” His hair billows prettily in the wind. “People are already staring.”
He’s right. People leaving campus and going back to the parking lot are whispering, giving him all sorts of knowing, gossipy looks that Taehyung has seen many times before in his life. He’s used to all of this. Jeongguk, however, is not.
Taehyung looks over at him. He’s holding Seokjin’s hand and playing with his fingers, avoiding all of the looks and chewing on his bottom lip nervously while the other talks to him in a low, soft tone. It’s a swift punch to his gut, contrary to the pleasure he imagined he’d feel seeing him uncomfortable under the spotlight.
Jeongguk is right. He doesn’t need to be in this kind of environment.
He exhales sharply. “Let’s do this.” Then he turns to Jeongguk. “Follow me, okay? Don’t say anything.” Jeongguk nods quickly, tailing him without complaint..
Taehyung takes charge. His long legs trek up the slight incline up to the main quad, a terrible decision with heels but hey, it’s a quick calf workout. Sweat beads a little on his forehead from the sun and the exertion but Taehyung keeps a straight face. He’s used to the ogling eyes following his every move on the runaway and on the streets of Seoul so this is no different.
When people wave to him, he waves back. When people say hi, he responds. No matter what brews inside of him, he has an image to maintain.
The others linger behind him, doing the same, mostly following Taehyung through campus. If he continues straight through the path, he’ll reach the main building with administrative, housing and student services, surrounded by patches of green grass where students lay blankets to read, eat, study and chill with their friends.
Before that is the quad, concrete tiles in all the same color except for the ones that spell their school on the ground. To the left is the cafeteria with various cafes and a Subway. On the right side are the stairs that go up to the various department buildings. Students pour out from either side, immediately catching Taehyung and talking, keeping their eyes on his every move. Pointing and buzzing about him.
The center of the quad has these medium-sized stone planters with a growing green bush with pink flowers blooming on it randomly spliced throughout. There is a bench along the perimeter that Taehyung places his bag on before standing on it.
He cups his hands around his mouth. “Could I have your attention please?” Taehyung yells, lilting his tone to sound cuter and perkier. As if most of the people here don’t already have their eyes planted on their group.
People all around glance in his direction, pausing whatever they are doing to listen to what he has to say. Hoards of them crowd around the planter, right behind the five Taehyung came here with like he’s a general about to give a pep talk before a sneak attack on the enemy. Almost every person on the quad joins.
They’re still whispering about it, he’s sure. Words like date, boyfriend, whore, slut, they all come up but they don’t phase Taehyung one bit. He’s got one chance, and he’s definitely not going to fuck this up.
Instead, he smiles brightly.
“First of all, Happy First Day of Fall Semester!” Taehyung cheers, starting a cacophony of shouts, whoops and claps from his fanclub as Jeongguk referred to it. “For some of us, it’s a familiar feeling but to those of you who are new, welcome to KU. You’re going to love it.”
God, he lays it on too thick but this is how he charms people. You tap into the sensitive bits, show you care, and reel them in. This is how he’s always worked and it has never let him down.
A few more people stroll in, noticing the mass by the planter and urge their friends to join in. Increasing the group in size, which is just what Taehyung wants.
“If you don’t know me, my name is Kim Taehyung,” he places a hand on his chest, putting on his cutest smile and his sweetest voice. “I’m co-captain of the tennis team with Jung Hoseok.” Taehyung gestures to the brunette who shyly waves when people look at him. “And it would really mean a lot to me if you could come to our first game. It’s on the last Friday of this month and tickets are $5 so please come and support.”
Some more cheers and claps echo. Taehyung looks down at the crowd and immediately finds Jeongguk rolling his eyes at the insanity around him.
“We love you Taehyung!”
“You’re the best!”
Taehyung’s grin grows with every bit of praise. It feels nice after spending the last few minutes feeling like shit for all of this even happening. “Aw, I love you guys, too.” The cheers increase deafeningly in volume.
“Marry me, Taehyung!” Someone shouts from the crowd. Bursts of laughter ring through the air until someone cuts through them.
“He’s already in a relationship, idiot!”
A twinge runs down his spine; a mix of panic and fear that spreads goosebumps everywhere. Everyone on this campus knows about that stupid post and, unlike on social media, Taehyung can’t ignore a hoard of people who are angry at him when they are standing right in front of him.
There is so much damage they could do. Not just to him but to his entire reputation.
He chuckles. “Now, now,” Taehyung tries to calm them down with his hands. “That was the second thing I wanted to clear up.” Meeting Jeongguk’s eyes, he nods to the bench he’s standing on and the other gulps before handing Seokjin his backpack and slowly making his way to the bench to stand by it. Jeongguk looks up expectantly when he inches closer to Taehyung.
This is it. This is all he’s here for. All he has to do is clear up all the nonsense caused by one stupid post and live his life without Jeongguk’s presence in it.
But then Taehyung makes the mistake of looking back into the crowd and making direct eye contact with Doeun and Jae. His smile crumbles at the side.
The latter stands there with a confused yet irritated expression as people push and bat him around. His eyes dance around the crowd until he lands on Taehyung and his stare narrows in bitterness. He’s angry and probably, for some insane reason, probably blaming all of this commotion on Taehyung.
Meanwhile, Doeun just watches with that knowing look on his face. The one makes it seem like he’s the puppeteer behind it all. The arm he has around Jae’s shoulders is snug. He looks comfortable and vice versa. Taehyung wonders if Jae knows what has gone down with him and Doeun. Would he melt into Doeun’s touch or would he push him away in disgust?
Taehyung’s hand clenches into a fist by his thighs when the little fucker sends him a sly wink. A sour taste fills his mouth.
Fuck this. That asshole can’t have control over him anymore. He seems to be everywhere, in Taehyung’s mind, standing in his hotel lobby, on his balcony, in his sheets, his shower, dark parking lots, on his phone and in his texts and in his head. He can’t handle it anymore.
Taehyung needs to get away from him. He needs a safe spot, a reason for Doeun to keep his distance.
But how? Who can help him?
Who is desperate enough to say yes?
Jeongguk shuffles a little closer to Taehyung and nudges him in the side with a soft elbow to his calf, urging him to continue. Taehyung snaps out of his stare.
“Tell them,” he whispers, blinking up with large bright eyes.
Jeongguk! He can help Taehyung.
“U-uh,” he stutters. “I’m sure all of you saw GossipBlast’s post last night of me and Jeon Jeongguk and you all are wondering if they are true or not.” Taehyung swallows slowly, pausing for what might seem to be a dramatic effect but in reality he’s thinking.
If he plays this right, feeds into this rumor and has Jeongguk work to his advantage, Doeun could be off his tracks and leave him alone forever! Then his mother and step-dad can finally relax about the entire thing.
But that’s only if Jeongguk agrees to help him without knowing the full details. Will he? He isn’t the type to do nice things for someone he doesn’t like. And Taehyung is definitely not someone who he’ll do favors for out of the goodness of his heart.
Unless Taehyung does something for him that is.
And he knows just what he can offer.
Taehyung gets back in the zone. His audience waits patiently while he can sense Jeongguk getting annoyed at the stalling. God knows how he’s going to react to what Taehyung is about to say. “Although this was sent in secretly and those pictures were taken illicitly, I am thankful because now, I get to tell you all,” he looks down to find Jeongguk’s shoulder a few inches from his body and clamps his hand down on the mass softly, “that it is true! Jeongguk and I are in fact dating.”
The crowd goes completely silent. Jeongguk’s head snaps up to his, tensing, their friends looking equally as bewildered.
His mouth shuts and his jaw tenses while a tuft of hair falls over his face. The line of his jaw is so sharp that if Taehyung runs his finger along the bone, he might slice his finger open. The sparkle seems to leave Jeongguk’s eyes, leaving an angry, irritated, furious man. Taehyung immediately bounces back to the crowd.
He watches the muscles in their faces completely relax from a smile to shock. Some people frown, looking to the side in anger or jealousy, Taehyung can’t really tell. The reaction is mixed and overwhelmingly confusing to navigate.
But Taehyung knows people and he can work a crowd like it’s his fucking job. Currently, they’re in a fragile state but all it takes is a simple switch to get them on his side.
Begin the guilt trip!
“I wish I could’ve told you all in a much better way,” he sulks, pouting like a child that was told no. “I know that you all would’ve appreciated something more personal, I would’ve preferred it that way. But I’m very happy right now and I hope you all can be supportive of us in the future.” Taehyung looks down at Jeongguk, whose ears are turning bright red with either rage or shyness (or both), and squeezes his shoulder with a goofy smile.
The action feels foreign and weird, especially with the discomfort that is so obviously etched in Jeongguk’s ruggedly soft features. If people look closely enough, they’ll sense his irritation and come to the conclusion that this entire thing is a scam. His lips part to let out a shaky exhale and he breaks eye contact.
He’s not happy with this at all.
Taehyung pushes down the momentary worry and flicks his attention back to the crowd of people whispering about it. He searches through the slew of people to find Doeun and Jae, the former finally breaking his smug look to furrow his eyebrows while Jae seems to be ranting in his ear vividly. Expressively, he goes off and Taehyung is so curious about what the little shit has to say about him.
Then, someone speaks up from the crowd. “We,” they start, stumbling over their words for a second, “We will support you and your new boyfriend, Taehyung-ssi!”
“We want you to be happy!”
Everyone else breaks out into chants and claps, thankfully agreeing, and Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I am so grateful for all of you,” he sends quick flying kisses in their directions before placing a hand on his chest. “I love you all.”
He feels like an idol that just got over a shitty dating scandal, bowing at the dispersing crowd and sending them his biggest smile.
Some of them peek over to see Jeongguk and his reactions, maybe stick around to see a kiss or something, but as the crowd moves with satisfaction, all of the stranglers are pushed aside like stray shells with a tide.
A job well-fucking-done.
Taehyung jumps down from the bench, landing right next to his brand new boyfriend with a content sigh and an accomplished smile on his face. “Well, that went better than I–”
“What the fuck was that, Kim?” Jeongguk seethes. He turns to look Taehyung directly in the eye now that they are alone and the air around them suddenly goes so cold. “You said you were going to fix it. Now you’ve just made it worse.”
Genuine anger drips from his tone, shoulders hunching in, jaw ticking and strands of shiny dark hair falling over his narrowed eyes. Goosebumps litter Taehyung’s skin and he knows he can’t blame the barely there breeze for them.
He can, however, blame that jawline.
The others join to form a circle, arms crossed with disappointed looks on their faces. Even Yoongi who (even though he says he doesn’t play favorites) always finds a way to absolve Taehyung of anything, stares back in disbelief.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know but just let me explain, okay?” Taehyung looks around to make sure no one is lingering around to listen in on their conversation. The coast is clear. “I saw Jae and his new boyfriend Doeun in the crowd looking all curious about the rumor and it gave me an idea to help you. So I lied and it worked. He got all pissy about it. Look,” his chin juts to the stairs to the cafe.
Jae sips on a drink, still ranting to Doeun angrily like he’s retelling The Iliad to him.
Taehyung studies Jeongguk’s reaction. The pinch between his brows melts and his teeth tease the skin of his bottom lip in thought, training on the erratic way that Jae seems to be angrily talking after what transpired. The tension leaves his shoulders, softening and relaxing into a slump and he turns back to face Taehyung.
“You did this,” he spells out slowly, “for me?”
It’s sort of laughable. If Taehyung could, he’d pour ice cubes down Jeongguk’s shirt every morning just for funsies. He’s spent a good portion of his teens pretending like the guy doesn’t even exist.
And now he’s helping him?
Why? Because he heard about how much Jae hurt him and it awoke some sickly sweet nostalgic protection he has over Jeongguk? Because watching Jeongguk be sad is like digging a knife into his side?
Jimin snorts. “Well, it’s not like Tae’s a big fan of your ex-boyfriend either, JK.” A sly smile threatens to curve his cheek upwards and expose a dimple. “Maybe this was a little for him too.”
It was. It has a lot to do with him too but no one needs to know the real reason why so Taehyung goes with it.
“Yeah,” he scoffs, “I hate him.”
“So do I.” Hoseok jumps in. “Jin hyung too.”
“He’s like the human embodiment of burning your tongue.”
“He’s like the embodiment of what stubbing your toe feels like,” Jimin adds.
Yoongi ponders for a moment. “I also wondered how someone could be so fucking annoying all the time and not have a single idea about it.” Taehyung laughs softly.
“Okay wait,” Jeongguk cuts through and his hostility hasn’t gone away yet. “So you lied so I could make Jae jealous?” He asks, Taehyung nods. “But what’s in it for you?”
If you’ve seen the movies, you know that these sorts of things are always transactional. Each person gets something in return.
They also always end with the two leads falling in love but Taehyung is going to ignore that for now. He’s positive that’s never going to happen to the two of them, knowing the history they share.
He smirks and flips a curl out of his gaze so he can look into those glimmering eyes clearly. “I was hoping I could get that free room you got,” he asks coyly.
Living with Yoongi and Jimin was an obvious no for Taehyung. If he walked in on them having sex one more time he might need to somehow get amnesia. And living in a hotel wasn’t going to last forever. He does need a home to come to.
He needs a kitchen and his own sheets and he needs personality. Not emotionless room service delivery boys and pre-selected paintings that make his brain hurt.
Taehyung wants to come back home from a long day of practice and crash into his bed, make himself a late night sandwich between study sessions, and watch TV on a small couch. He wants the true college apartment experience that he can’t get anywhere else.
Expectantly, he braces himself for Jeongguk to flat out reject his idea. To push him away in disgust and regret the moment he handed all of the power to Taehyung to fix the rumor.
They hate each other after all.
But Jeongguk tenses and switches his balance on his feet. “Are you serious?” One might mistake a tinge of hopefulness in his tone.
“Yes, you live in Paradise and you have an extra room so I’m swooping in!”
Seokjin and Yoongi nod their heads impressively while Hoseok and Jimin wiggle their eyebrows at each other. Taehyung does not know what that means nor does he want to. Shitheads.
“So is that a yes?” He tries. Taehyung gets up on the balls of his feet, tries to use his puppy dog eyes which, from his vivid memory of their childhood, always used to work on Jeongguk. “Please? I won't bother you. I’ll do everything you want me to. Anything you ask.”
His eyelashes flutter and he tilts his head in a way that’s all sweet and pliant. Taehyung can see the resolve cracking in Jeongguk’s eyes and he turns away, ears turning the slightest shade of red. But he still isn’t 100% sold.
“And this whole, fake relationship thing.” He raises a hand up to run through his hair. The strands flip back to expose his smooth forehead, pushing it so that it’s more or less out of his face and Taehyung’s lips part as his eyes trail on the motion. “What’s your plan for that?”
Taehyung glosses over it for a moment, ignoring the way his brain lingers on Jeongguk’s hair and trying to form some semblance of a plan. He knows there’s no point in stretching this for too long but he still wants to keep his room until the end of the year or if he ever finds something better.
“We date till the end of the semester, have an amicable break-up, stay friendly with each other and move on. Simple,” he shrugs.
Like he’s said, he’s seen all of the movies and he knows how this shit goes. Each tropey thing brings the couples closer and closer together to increase the sexual tension until they fall in love despite all of their differences, with a few moments of angst thrown in, but that isn’t going to happen here.
Because Taehyung doesn’t really fall in love with anyone. People fall in love with him and he lets them wallow until they move on. It’s going to stay that way.
“Believe me, I’ve spent my time being scrutinized by the public eye. I know what the people want to see out of this,” he leans in. “They want the opposites-attract aesthetic couple being cute and sappy on Instagram and only tastefully affectionate in public for them to gush over and envy. We can easily do that.” He motions to their opposing outfits.
Throw in some fake dates where they take pictures, a little hand-holding, and maybe they can each go to their games and boom, everyone believes in their relationship.
Jeongguk still gazes at him apprehensively. His brain demands that he go over every possible detail before making a decision. He doesn’t want to be brash, it seems, jumping into god knows what with a person that he doesn’t know if he can trust. Taehyung reassures him once more.
“The moment you want out, it’s over, okay? No pressure to last until the end of the semester . It’ll be simple and quick. That’s all we owe each other.” Taehyung extends his hand out to him, long fingers lonely in the wind, waiting for Jeongguk to securely intertwine with them. “Deal?”
This will be easy. No awkwardness, no feelings, they barely have to acknowledge each other besides a few measly dates and small moments in public. It’ll be short and sweet and meaningless.
And then Jeongguk and Taehyung can go back to pretending like the other barely even exists. A perfect plan.
Now he can get Jae all jealous and a new roommate. Two problems solved in one go. While Taehyung can find a way to get Doeun off his back and find a permanent place to stay that is way closer to campus.
There really is no reason for him to say no.
Jeongguk sets his jaw, reaching forward and linking his hand with Taehyung’s. His palm is warm and soft and sure when he shakes it twice firmly. He looks directly into Taehyung's eyes and doesn’t waver.
“Okay. Deal.”
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