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one lifetime with you would’ve been enough Update!

After some thought, I’ve decided I want to use ‘one lifetime with you would’ve been enough’ for NaNoWriMo, so there won’t be any updates for now (not that there have been in a while) but I’m hoping to update at least twice a week all of November, or until it’s finished!

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yoongi can’t say no to taehyung 🥺 (for @sugajimin 🤍) [cr. qdeoks, 0613data]

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We Need To Talk About Shipping

I just want to put this out there since this website seems to be full of delusional shippers who are pushing fictional narratives or chains of events that literally never happened irl. Now personally, I don't mind casual shipping (big gasp, I know). Like if you think two people are cute together or have great chemistry, that's fine; ppl tend to reflect their own desires onto other people/things, whether they be fictional or real ... create your stories, write your fics, draw some nice pictures ...  the problem lies when you can no longer decipher your own fictional stories of your favorite ship from reality. If you have gotten to the point where you feel the need to argue over what ship is REAL in a space where these types of relationships haven't even been confirmed or acknowledged ... kindly exit the fandom and only come back after taking classes in human decency. If BTS hasn't confirmed a relationship, then we as fans must accept that as our reality. Of course, many of us have our speculations, but we should never overstep and promote those realms of possibility as true. You are allowed to think something might be real, but don't turn that idea of realness into false delusions about fabricated events. If you are in the ask box of a stranger accusing a BTS member of cheating on another BTS member with another BTS member... please take the time to reevaluate your life choices. I've seen jkkrs and tkkrs argue for hours over things that literally never happened. How can you guys accuse BTS members of purposely sabotaging another member in the name of a ship? I saw a jikook post that said JM was purposely trying to tick TH off by being 'intimate' with JK. Are you sure you're talking about Jimin? Like, Park Jimin? Kim Taehyung's best friend? That Jimin? One of the best examples that I can think of (right now) is JK's 25th birthday live when he told Jin that none of the members came to visit him for his birthday except for JM and HS. He confirmed TWICE that TH did not come to see him. Now normal people would look at this and just move on, bc we can understand that the other members probably sent happy birthday texts or even gave him a phone call. Just bc something is not done publicly does not mean it didn't happen. But anyways, tkkrs had the AUDACITY of accusing JK of lying, running with a fictitious lie that he had only said he didn't come to 'protect' TH. So are HS and JM not relevant in this equation at all? Did JK purposely mention JM and HS to put them in danger? You DO NOT get to accuse people that YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW of these types of things. Who the hell do you think you are? (also, I'm not targeting tkkrs, I understand that not every single one of you is a bad egg, but this is just the first example I could think of) Y'all need to throw blogs and youtube channels (*cough* taekook-lives *cough*) that have fake stories and leaked photos as evidence away. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, DO NOT SUPPORT SASAENG/STALKER PHOTOS, EVEN IF IT'S OF YOUR SHIP. Some shippers are far too comfortable using photos that were taken of BTS without their consent as ammo. You are gross. BigHit has protections! Half of these delulu shippers can't even interpret Kor words/sentences correctly and spew false garbage that is both utterly offensive toward BTS and the Kor lang. If you can't even take the time to properly consume the nuances of what is being said, what makes you think that you're such a good detective and can sniff out a relationship? Hell, they can't even tell when honorifics are being used or if they're speaking satoori! Is it so hard to consult actual Koreans and Kor speakers to see if what you're consuming is actually correct? The Korean culture and language are not yours to maliciously weaponize when you're trying to prove a 'point'. But like I said, I feel like this community needs a lot of cleaning up. I want you to enjoy your time in the fandom, but don't attack other people on false evidence or speculations. Take care of yourself and others. Don't let your ships make you into a monster.

And as always, LOVE all seven. SUPPORT all seven. Understand that BTS' bond is so pure and lovely and there's nothing that delusional stans and shippers can say/do to ruin that.

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A Taegi Series, pt. 5: softly, gently, tenderly

cr. qdeoks, 0613data, jung-koook, namuspromised, X

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one lifetime with you would’ve been enough update!

Chapter 4 of ‘one lifetime with you would’ve been enough’ has been uploaded!

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Home and Hearth

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by limelight_wright

summary:

Min Yoongi, a tired office worker, loves his dog, Holy, and feels awful for leaving her alone while he’s at work so he decides to hire a dog sitter. Kim Taehyung, said dog sitter, is beautiful and kind, and Yoongi finds himself getting closer with him than any employer probably should to an employee.

word count: 14,773

chapters: 1/1

language: English

fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

rating: General Audiences

warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

categories: M/M

characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble, Holly (BTS)

relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Implied Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook & Jung Hoseok & Kim Namjoon & Kim Seokjin & Kim Taehyung & Min Yoongi & Park Jimin

additional tags: Slow Burn, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Not K-pop Idols, Office Working Min Yoongi | Suga, Dog Sitter Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga is Bad at Feelings, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Min Yoongi | Suga are Best Friends, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Language of Flowers, I just took all my favorite plot points and put them in a pot, Falling In Love, Idiots In Love, I’m on board the “I’m an idiot” “you’re MY idiot” train, brief angst, mostly fluff though, Domestic Fluff, Roommates, Moving In Together, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Min Yoongi | Suga has Good Parents, Kim Taehyung | V has Bad Parents, Park Jimin has a Crush on Jeon Jungkook, Not Actually Unrequited Love

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counting the steps until i reach you

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by limelight_wright

summary:

how could i have known you were walking right there beside be all along?

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Yoongi is stressed at practice and decides to leave early, frustrated. Taehyung chases after him, and Yoongi can't help but feel supported by the way their footsteps dance together (Taehyung's glowing smile also helps).

word count: 803

chapters: 1/1

language: English

fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

rating: General Audiences

warning: No Archive Warnings

categories: Gen, M/M

characters: Min Yoongi | SUGA, Kim Taehyung | V

relationships: Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | SUGA, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | SUGA

additional tags: Platonic or Romantic, Fluff and Angst, Pre-Debut Bangtan Boys | BTS, Kim Taehyung | V is Perfect, Min Yoongi | SUGA-centric, Soft Min Yoongi | SUGA, Soft Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | SUGA is Whipped, Sad Min Yoongi | SUGA, Taehyung Cheers Him Up Though :), Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | SUGA are Best Friends, Short One Shot

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It Happened Quiet

Summary:

There’s something in the woods. “Yoongi.” Something between the trees. “Yoongi.” There’s someone in the woods. “Yoongi!”

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love comes in many forms

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instead of bitching why don’t we all just be thankful ao3 doesn’t have ads xxx

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Thantophobia

fandom: BTS

pairing: Suga | Min Yoongi/V | Kim Taehyung

word count: 2,555

other: nightmares, emotional hurt/comfort, dream major character death, he’s not really dead though

summary:

Thantophobia

(n.) the fear of losing someone you love

“Last night, he told Jungkookie he’d be right back, he was just going for a walk. Someone found him in the park, Yoongi, he was attacked.”

Yoongi drops the spoon he’s using to stir, freezing.

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The night before had been so normal . Yoongi stayed in the studio until the late hours of the night. When he got back to the dorm the only people awake were Jungkook and Taehyung playing games on the TV. Taehyung. Taehyung had been right there . He was fine. Yoongi had just gone to bed without saying anything to them.

God , he wishes he had said something.

When Seokjin wakes him up in the morning he’s crying. Yoongi shoots up, confused and worried, “Hyung, what’s wrong?”

“Yoon,” Seokjin chokes, more tears spill over his red cheeks, “Yoongi, it’s Tae.”

Yoongi furrows his brow, “I don’t understand, hyung, what’s wrong with Taehyung, what happened?”

Seokjin sits on the edge of Yoongi bed, crumbling in on himself as he sobs, “Last night, he told Jungkookie he’d be right back, he was just going for a walk,” Yoongi still doesn’t know what’s wrong, but there’s a pit forming in his stomach, “Someone found him in the park, Yoongi, he was attacked.”

“Attacked?” Yoongi repeats, voice hoarse.

“He was taken to the hospital, but Yoongi,” Seokjin cries harder, reaching out and gripping Yoongi’s hand with force, “He didn’t… he stopped… he didn’t make it through the night.”

Yoongi freezes, whole body turning rigid and cold, “This isn’t funny,” he snaps, pushing himself out of bed on shaky legs, “I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but it isn’t funny.”

“Yoongi, stop.”

Yoongi yanks his hand from Seokjin’s hold, “Where is he? The living room?” He stumbles out of his bedroom, Seokjin calling in broken sobs behind him. He has to use the wall for support when he rushes into the living room.

Namjoon is holding Jungkook and Jimin tightly on the couch, Namjoon looks numb but his eyes are shining with tears. Jimin is sobbing wretched sobs against Namjoon’s neck. Jungkook is biting his hand to muffle his own sobs, holding Jimin’s hand across Namjoon’s lap with his free one. Hoseok’s thrown across Namjoon’s lap, sitting on the floor, shaking and crying like a Disney Princess. It would have been amusing, how close they are to one another, if there wasn’t someone so obviously missing.

“Where’s Taehyungie?” Yoongi chokes out, vision flattening. Jimin cries harder and Jungkook shakes his head. Yoongi turns back to the bedrooms, tripping over himself to get to Taehyung’s room, “Taehyung-ah!” He calls over and over again with increasing panic. He can hear Namjoon and Seokjin calling behind him but his ears are buzzing with static. Seokjin and Namjoon throw their arms around him just as Yoongi’s legs give out from underneath him, the two of them holding him so he doesn’t collapse to the floor.

“Hyung,” Namjoon cries against his ear, “Hyung, he’s not here, he’s gone.”

Yoongi shakes his head, tears finally building in his eyes, “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung,” he mutters over and over again through thick sobs. Somewhere along the way Hoseok crashes into them, making them all fall forward on Taehyung’s— Taehyung— bed. They cry in a pile, only moving back to the living room when Jimin’s sobs turn to something akin to screams.

Jungkook’s holding Jimin to his chest back on the couch, Jimin screaming his sobs harsher than any of them have heard anyone cry before. Jungkook’s crying apologies over and over again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let him go, I should have gone with him, I should have had him take a manager with him, or a bodyguard, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, Jiminie, I’m so sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

And in turn, Jimin is screaming and crying back, “It’s okay, you can’t blame yourself, don’t be sorry, you didn’t know, I’m sorry, please don’t blame yourself, you can’t do this to yourself, it’ll be okay, Jungkookie, I’m sorry, I miss him, why would he go ?”

They’re practically laying on top of each other, tears mingling together where Jungkook’s drips down his neck and Jimin cries against them.

Yoongi watches them from the hallway for a beat before he’s shaking with tears again, “Hyung,” he turns to Seokjin, “I never told him.”

Seokjin hugs him again, pressing Yoongi against his chest, “I know, Yoongi.”

“I never told him, he never knew,” Yoongi sobs, clutching his only hyung’s shirt with a desperation he’s never felt before, “I never told him I love him, hyung, I never-” he passes out before he can finish his sentence.

Yoongi jolts up in his bed, gasping for air that he can’t quite get into his lungs, clawing at his own chest and coughing. He can hear his own breath in his ears, grating and shallow. His cheeks are wet with tears that are still pouring from his eyes. He blocks his mouth with the back of his hand, unable to stop sobs from raking out of his throat.

Taehyung .

Had he dreamed it all? But he had passed out in the end, and it felt so real . Maybe…

He can’t take any chances. Before he can stop himself he’s rolling out of bed and throwing his door open. It’s dark. It must be late at night still, all the lights in the dorm are shut off, but he knows how to get to Taehyung’s room, he doesn’t need to see to get there. He opens the door as quietly and quickly as possible, he doesn't want to wake the others up if he can help it.

Taehyung’s inside, he’s there, breathing, illuminated by the moon through his open window blinds. He’s ready for bed, looks like he was about to climb under his covers to sleep, but now he’s squinting through the darkness to see who burst into his room.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung calls quietly, and the moment Yoongi hears his voice air comes crashing back into his lungs with painful speed, causing him to let out a gasp that quickly fades into a quiet sob, “Hyung, what’s wrong?”

Yoongi’s legs feel ready to collapse as he tries to step toward Taehyung who seems to understand that Yoongi’s trying to reach him and walks to him instead.

The minute he’s within reach Yoongi lunges his hands forward, pushing his hands through Taehyung’s hair, and down his face and neck, grasping for anything he can hold to prove that Taehyung is here . Taehyung places steadying hands on Yoongi’s waist, and he looks so worried that Yoongi can’t help but cry more, “Hyung?”

“You’re here,” Yoongi says in an almost silent cry, hands cupping Taehyung’s face, “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Taehyung nods, squeezing Yoongi’s waist firmly, “I��m right here, hyung, it’s okay.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around Taehyung, pulling him into a tight hug. With his face pressed against Taehyung’s neck he cries more freely, hiccuping out sob after sob. He thinks about Jimin in his dream, crying into Jungkook’s neck, and cries harder. Taehyung holds him tightly, whispering reassurances into his ear.

“I was so scared,” Yoongi sobs, “I was so, so scared. I thought I lost you, thought I lost you for good, fuck , Taehyungie, I was so scared.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” Taehyung asks softly, and Yoongi just nods, crying a little softer, “It wasn’t real, it’s okay, I’m still here. Right here, hyung, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here.”

It takes five more minutes of broken sobs and reassurances before Taehyung’s able to manhandle Yoongi to his bed, sitting beside each other with their hands intertwined.

Now that he isn’t crying uncontrollably a feeling of pure embarrassment and shame creeps up on Yoongi, “I’m sorry, Tae, if I had stayed in my room I could have calmed myself down, I shouldn’t have come and bothered you.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung’s voice is firm but so soothing, “I’m so glad you came to me. You always encourage me to seek people out when I’m upset, the same goes for you.”

Yoongi sighs, bringing his free hand up to wipe his drying tears from his cheeks, partly to hide the new tears forming in his eyes.

“What was your nightmare about?”

Yoongi’s stomach twists uncomfortably when images of his dream flash in front of his eyes, “You,” he starts, taking deep breaths so his throat won’t close up, “You went for a walk the night before, by yourself. Something happened, I don’t know, but hyung came and woke me up, and he was crying, and-”

“Hey, hey,” Taehyung cups Yoongi’s cheek, drawing his face to make him meet Taehyung’s eyes, “Breathe, okay? You’re panicking again. It’s okay.”

“Okay,” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath before he continues, slower this time, “He told me you’d been attacked, I don’t know, you didn’t make it to the hospital on time,” he’s crying again, he realizes, tears burning his raw cheeks, “I didn’t even say goodnight the night before, I never got to say goodbye, you were just gone . There was so much crying, Jiminie,” he’s shaking again, holding back sobs, “Jiminie was sobbing so loudly, and Seokjin hyung had to hold me because I couldn’t stand on my own. It felt so real , I woke up and couldn’t remember if it really happened, I was just so scared.”

“But it didn’t really happen, Yoongi hyung, and I’m right here,” Taehyung leans forward and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead, “I’m right here, it’s okay.”

Taehyung hugs Yoongi again, whispering reassurances in his ear again, “I feel like such a baby,” Yoongi laughs wetly.

Taehyung hums, “A baby, my baby, my baby hyung,” he teases and Yoongi laughs again, “Do you want to sleep here, baby?”

Yoongi flushes pink at the pet name but nods, “If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay, of course, as long as you can deal with my clinginess.”

“I was just about to ask if this means I get your cuddles,” Yoongi smiles softly against Taehyung’s neck.

“Always,” Taehyung pets his hair before pulling away, “Let’s get you under these covers, baby.”

Yoongi shakes his head fondly, allowing Taehyung to move him under the blankets. When they’re both under the covers, their eyes having adjusted to the dark already enough for them to move comfortably, Taehyung hugs Yoongi to his chest, their legs entangled. Yoongi’s hands clutch Taehyung’s shirt and he feels like he can’t ever be close enough to Taehyung right now. Taehyung hugs him as close as possible anyway, giving Yoongi’s head another kiss, “Sleep, hyung. It’s okay. I’m right here.”

Yoongi’s making dinner for everyone to sit down and share for the first time in a while. It’s been three days since his nightmare, and neither he nor Taehyung have told anyone about it. Taehyung treats him a little differently, but not in a way that Yoongi minds. It’s small things, like sitting closer, and touching Yoongi more casually. It’s nice.

Yoongi’s almost finished with dinner when Taehyung walks to the door, “Where are you going, Tae-ah? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Oh, hey, hyung! I won’t be gone long, I’m just gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“Last night, he told Jungkookie he’d be right back, he was just going for a walk. Someone found him in the park, Yoongi, he was attacked.”

Yoongi drops the spoon he’s using to stir, freezing.

“Hyung?” Taehyung calls, frowning, “I’m just going for a walk, I’ll be right back.”

“No,” Yoongi says, and he hears how loud he says it belatedly. Taehyung flinches. His yell seems to attract attention from the connecting living room where the others are.

“Everything okay?” Namjoon calls. Yoongi ignores him.

“No?” Taehyung repeats, confused, “It’s just a walk, I’ll be back in no time.”

“No, you can’t,” Yoongi snaps again and he can feel how his voice wavers, “You can’t, I won’t let you.”

The others are standing and watching them now but Yoongi doesn’t care, watching instead as realization dawns on Taehyung’s face.

“Oh, hyung,” he rushes forward, trying to cup Yoongi’s face in his hands but Yoongi shrugs him off, turning away to hide his tears that have begun to form, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think. I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi’s shoulders shake as he speaks in a wet voice, “You can’t, Taehyung, I can’t,” he’s cut off when he makes eye contact with Taehyung and the younger man pulls him into a hug.

“I’m sorry, I won’t go.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here, I won’t go. I’m not going anywhere.”

Yoongi cries into Taehyung’s shoulder, “I’m so stupid, this is so stupid, it wasn’t even real .”

“It’s okay, you’re not stupid, it’s not stupid if it’s hurting you.”

Yoongi pulls back, wiping his tears and laughing humorlessly, “I’m sorry, Tae, I didn’t mean to yell at you, but,” he takes a shaky breath, “Please don’t go, will you stay? I’ll be so worried.”

“Of course, don’t apologize, it’s okay,” Taehyung smiles. They’re interrupted when Jungkook clears his throat awkwardly.

“Hyung, are you okay?” He asks Yoongi, and Yoongi nods.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I had a nightmare a few nights ago, a bad one. Taehyungie just reminded me of it, but it’s fine. I’m fine.”

Seokjin crosses the kitchen and looks into the pot, “Dinner looks ready,” he casts a smile at Yoongi, “Let’s forget about it with good food, yeah?”

That night, after dinner, Taehyung asks if Yoongi will sleep in his room again. Yoongi agrees, and when he’s ready for bed he meets Taehyung there.

“Hey, hyung?” Taehyung bites his lip, “If it had been someone else, would it have scared you as much?”

“What?”

“I mean, if it had been Jungkookie, or Jiminie. Would you have panicked as much when you woke up?”

Yoongi swallows thickly, “It felt so real, Taehyungie, it would have been scary no matter who it was,” he sits down beside Taehyung, “But it was different, because it was you.”

“Different how?”

“Well,” he laughs softly, “I’m not in love with Jiminie or Jungkookie, for starters,” Taehyung’s mouth drops open in a soft ‘o’, “I had been so afraid that I’d lost you before I could tell you that. I was still afraid these last few days that I might lose the chance to tell you. Until right now, I guess.”

“You’re in love with me?”

Yoongi looks up at Taehyung who’s staring at him in shock, but not unkindly, “Yeah,” Yoongi breathes in response quietly.

Taehyung leans forward and pulls Yoongi into a brief hug. When he lets go he’s grinning, “I love you too,” he kisses Yoongi’s forehead.

Yoongi had been pretty sure for a long time that Taehyung felt the same way, but he was worried about how it would affect the group, so he never said anything. Now, he doesn’t know why he was so afraid to begin with. This is Taehyung , and it’s Yoongi , and it’s just them . He’d do anything to be able to be with him.

“You missed,” Yoongi smirks, and Taehyung laughs, leaning forward again and pressing their lips together. They fit together easily, like they were meant for each other.

“Hyung, I can’t kiss you if you’re smiling,” Taehyung says against Yoongi’s mouth, but he’s smiling too, both of them trying desperately to stop their lips from revealing their teeth.

“I can’t help it,” Yoongi laughs, cupping Taehyung’s face, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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one lifetime with you would’ve been enough

pairing: SUGA | Min Yoongi/V | Kim Taehyung fandom: BTS other: time travel AU, American AU, side Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, actor/screenplay writer!Taehyung, saloon owner!Yoongi, biological sibling!YoonMin updated: at least twice a month ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45164518/chapters/113616547  sample:  The air is dry and Taehyung’s throat hurts. It’s also so incredibly hot. He sits up, face raw from where it had been pressed against his countertop (is it his? It’s wrong, polished wood instead of the faux marble in his kitchen) and blinks hard waiting for them to moisturize themself, because they’re dry, and everything’s dry, and he’s so confused. “Good afternoon, sunshine,” a man's voice comes from beside him and Taehyung falls off the chair he’s sitting on with a shriek. The man laughs, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You alright?” “What are you,” Taehyung’s voice sticks in his dry throat, and his eyes flick around the room he’s in. It’s a bar of some kind, dusty and without proper lighting, a large chandelier hanging overhead with multiple candles. The decor is strange, all eerily similar to the photographs he’d seen during his research the night before. The chair he’d fallen out of is a thin barstool against the large wooden bar. There’s a staircase behind the bar, and a door leading to a room just behind the bar as well. Instead of the accusing question he was going to ask, he furrows his brows, “What am I doing here?” Taehyung gets a proper look at the man standing behind the bar. He looks about Taehyung’s age, with short black hair and a bit of stubble. He’s wearing an outfit that blends with the decoration of the bar, the only thing missing from his ‘cowboy outfit’ is a hat, though he sees a coat hanger nearby with a few Western hats on it that could easily belong to him. He’s smiling but there’s concern in his eyes, “You wandered in sometime last night and passed out at the bar. It’s happened before, so I didn’t question it but if you were so drunk that you don’t remember it that’s a bit… disconcerting.” “I didn’t drink last night,” Taehyung mutters, and he’s not sure if he’s telling the bartender or himself. He stands up on shaky legs, propping himself up on the bar. Maybe he did drink last night and just doesn’t remember it? He feels very out of it, his brain is buzzing and he can’t recall how he got there at all. The man just makes a small sound in response, turning his back to Taehyung to get something from the drink shelf, “You look like you could use some water,” he turns back and slides a glass towards Taehyung which he takes gratefully, only faltering for a moment before downing all the water in one go. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s cool enough to soothe his burning throat. “Thank you…” he trails off, quirking an eyebrow up at the young man in front of him. He grins. “Jimin. Jimin Park.” “Thank you, Jimin,” Taehyung smiles. “Do I get to know your name too?” “Oh! Right, of course,” he brushes his hands off on his shirt and extends his right one, “My name's Taehyung Kim. It’s nice to meet you.” Jimin takes his hand and shakes it firmly, “Pleasure is all mine, Taehyung,” when he releases Taehyung’s hand he eyes him up and down like he’s only just now taking in his appearance, “You talk funny, you’re not from around here, are you?” Taehyung flushes, always a little embarrassed when someone brings up his New York accent. He’s been told he has a heavy one, even compared to other Yorkies. “That depends,” he responds. “Where is ‘around here’?” “How much did you drink?” Jimin laughs. “It’s ‘Park & Min,’ best saloon in Arizona, if I do say so myself,” he winks and Taehyung’s stomach drops, face paling.“Arizona?” he repeats, voice hoarse. Jimin’s expression drops.“Yeah?” Taehyung swallows hard, nails digging into his palm, “Do you have a newspaper, Jimin?” Jimin gives him a questioning look but pulls a paper from underneath the counter anyway, “It’s yesterday’s,” he tells him, tossing it onto the counter. Taehyung snatches it up with shaky hands. ARIZONA SENTINEL WEDNESDAY, JULY 5, 1905