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definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

Now you were feeling the toll that the sleepless nights were taking on you and you asked yourself if the following night would be easier, calmer; you wished nothing more than to fall asleep to the soothing sound of the rain, hoping that it would serve as the perfect lullaby like it always did.

“Miss Y/L/N, what are your thoughts on these arguments?” The sharp voice of your literature teacher pulled you out of your daydreams, and you turned your tired eyes to her as she pushed her glasses up her little, cute button nose.

You vaguely remembered her talking about the aspects of the relationship between Pip and Estella and how many readers didn’t interpret their love as actual love, but more as sexual tension that builds up to a point where they are ultimately forced to fall for each other.

“I don’t think I agree. Pip was already infatuated with her when they were kids. So unless they were attracted to each other in that way as children, which I strongly doubt, I’d still say it was pure love,” you finally said, trying to somehow talk around the topic until she was satisfied. She always was, though. You may have zoned out a million times, but you read so much in your free time that it’d given you the title of one of her best students by now.

“Ah, that’s good, I like that! So, basically, what you are saying is- oh, yes, Mister Kim?”

You lazily looked over to the mentioned man. Taehyung was the epitome of a perfect person. On the surface, he had everything that seemed sufficient enough to let him meet your parents. He was incredibly witty, top of his classes - which was probably the most prominent reason why he was so popular on campus - and had the looks of a god.

It didn’t seem to faze you, though. Not that you didn’t see his eye-catching and unexplainable beauty; not that you didn’t get jealous over his brain and the way he wrapped all the teachers around his finger. But something about him edged you - it might’ve been his attitude of strolling around the building as if he knew he owned it. Or maybe it was about your arguments that you had in this class particularly, although you hadn’t shared too many yet.

But each time you talked about literature, the class could be sure to hear some counter-arguments from the oh-so-glorious and super smart Kim Taehyung. You also hadn’t failed to notice that it was mostly you who he’d rile up (on purpose?) each time. There was almost no escape from him when you spoke up and, even now, you rolled your eyes.

“I just wanted to remark that it might be true that Pip loved her wholeheartedly, but what is it really that Estella felt for him? I don’t necessarily think it was love, or any kind of real affectionate feeling, for that matter,” he said, his gaze boring holes into you, not leaving you once.

You put your arm over your chair as you scoffed at him. “So, you’re saying... Dickens wrote a whole romantic novel about love, only for his readers to think all of it was one-sided?”

“Who knows about his real intentions while he was writing it? Literature can be interpreted in various ways - and my interpretation is that she clearly didn’t possess the same intense ability to feel passion as Pip did.”

You saw your teacher, along with some of your classmates, nod, growing ashamed in your seat as you felt your sense of logic begin to falter at his words. He could see that you were getting nervous, unsure about what to say, but his merciless and confident glance didn’t break, didn’t give you the chance to collect yourself.

“Well, you are right in that. Literature can indeed be perceived in various ways, so I can’t say that either of you are particularly wrong. Though, I might admit that Estella’s behaviour towards Pip was questionable at times - especially at the end of the novel. But I don’t want to ruin the book for those who still have to or want to read the ending.” Miss Park’s tone grew relaxed with each word, indicating that the lesson was finally coming to its end. You were already stuffing your books into your back bag as she said her last words and told you she’d sent out an email with the instructions for the next assignment.

Soon after, you felt a figure approach - and when you lifted your head, you were surprised to see that it was Taehyung, standing tall above you as he cleared his throat. “Your perspective to that was interesting.”

Sighing, you stood, putting your bag over your shoulder as you smiled softly. “Was it now?”

“Definitely. Aren’t such discussions there to get to know other points of views, too?”

He was probably right, but you didn’t quite feel like talking to him about this right now; just… something about his tone and expression felt off, and it made his words seem empty - as if he knew he was right. It was as if the things he said were not as genuine as he wanted them to come across.

And when you didn’t answer, he started chewing on his lower lip, wondering if he had said something you hadn’t wanted to hear. “Do you want to grab some tea?”

At his surprising offer your eyes widened a little, and you fumbled with the strap of your bag, only hesitating for a split second before you answered, “I don’t really drink tea that much. And I have some things to do today before my roommate gets back, so…”

You walked past him, making your way to the door before you felt him catch up to you within moments. He tapped your shoulder lightly, in an effort to somehow draw an explanation out of you as to why you were constantly so irritated by him. It wasn’t as if he had never noticed - he knew exactly how much you didn’t want to interact with him, and that was exactly why he wanted to get to know you even more.

Apparently, it was true that human beings always want the one thing they can’t possibly have, forced to push themselves to a limit that ultimately means their doom, if they don’t reach the goals that seem to be so far away anyway.

And right now, he felt like you were miles away, although only a hand’s difference separated the two of you. After all the times that girls had asked him out, shyly inviting him to dinner or arcades with the hungry expression that he had deciphered right away, you were still reluctant to even look at him out of your own will.

It bothered him. He wanted you to notice him. Months had passed now since you had first met in this class, yet you didn’t seem to care about initiating a conversation with him at all.

Why not?

“Y/N,” his deep guttural voice started, his eyes trying to decode your stern and tired expression intently, “do you remember the trip that’s planned for the end of next week?”

You didn’t. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about the trip to that one historical sight, and you couldn’t even entirely recall why you were travelling all the way there. You thought you remembered the teacher telling you that she’d once written a book about star-crossed lovers from opposing social ranks who lived in a small castle.

Now that you thought about it, pieces of her explanation started coming back to you and you wondered why you had never read the story although it did sound intriguing somehow. According to your professor, the girl was a poor servant of the boy, a prince who’d fall in love with her as the story progressed - but as unfortunate circumstances separated both of them, they united after death, at a time when the castle had long been destroyed and the forest around it had withered.

As enthusiastic as she was, she was eager to show her students where she had gotten the inspiration from, claiming that she had played on the place’s grounds when she’d been little. It wasn’t even a historical sight per se, but more a destroyed building that had stood there a long, long time ago and that no one particularly cared about now.

You had completely forgotten about that. Nevertheless, you nodded. “Ah, yeah. What about that?”

“I was thinking - as I found our argument somewhat interesting… what if we both read professor Park’s book and talked about our perspectives to the couple’s love when we’re done? Like, on the day of the trip or something,” he suggested, almost running into an open door.

You chuckled a little before you contained yourself again. Not that you had much free time to indulge in a book, but you wouldn’t let Taehyung win yet again; there was a deep and urgent need in you to finally wipe this arrogant smirk off his face and if that wasn’t the perfect opportunity, then what was?

“Sure,” you answered; and the next thing you saw was his face lighting up, his mouth twitching until it finally turned upwards to form a boxy grin. “I’ll read it.”

He licked his lips before he clapped his hands once. “Perfect. So, when you’re done, just tell me!” And before you could counter with anything, he patted you on your back and left your side, his hands in the pockets of his pants as you watched him walk away.

Since you had made this spontaneous deal with Taehyung, it seemed as if he was everywhere you set foot to. He walked past your classes while you waited for them to start or coincidentally sat only one or two tables away on a campus as large as yours, starting a conversation in one way or another each time, without an exception.

“Have you read it yet?”

“How much have you read already?”

“Should I give you a spoiler?”

“Will you go out with me? - For tea, I mean…”

The worst part was that you somehow seemed to enjoy it. You didn’t know him that well, and you were sure he would be able to get on your nerves easily if you just let him close enough. But the way he’d always smile at you and ask for your opinion on specific things was sometimes, somehow, endearing - maybe it was the fact that he actually cared about your mind and what went through it that had you hooked.

And when you saw him walk towards you as you settled in your seat in the travelling bus, you turned your gaze to the dirty window quickly, suppressing a smile as you acted oblivious to the fact that he had sat down right next to you.

“Morning,” he said, his voice unusually close. You turned to face him and saw him winking at you in the most flirty way you had seen a college student do. You greeted him with a quick nod and smile, not even bothering to ask why he wasn’t sitting with his usual friends.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve finished the book?” he finally asked, stretching his legs under the seat in front of him.

You told him yes, you had, two days ago in fact, and that you had liked the whole story as it was, except the ending which had surprisingly thrown you off guard a little - to which his eyebrows furrowed. Just as you had expected.

“What, you don’t like the aspect of them reuniting as ghosts and living - or dying? - the rest of their existence at that place?” he inquired, apparently not realising why all of this sounded so ridiculous - at least to you.

You sighed. “It’s not necessarily that. I didn’t like that they have to roam the Earth - like, not even the planet, but that one specific place, for the rest of their being. Even if you loved someone this much, would you want to spend an eternity with each other at one spot, no one else to talk to, no children, no nothing?”

“I get your point. But didn’t the girl wait for him all these years to finally be with him after he dies? Didn’t she stay in the afterlife to meet him again, because that’s what her soul demanded of her? I gathered that she would’ve found peace immediately, if she hadn’t longed for him.”

And as always, Taehyung left you speechless. You tried hard to think of a witty remark, but came up blank. After a while, you opted to drift away from the competition between you two, and instead, focus on agreeing with him, expanding his hypothesis further. “Yeah, maybe you could assume that they found their peace and satisfaction right after meeting. We don’t know what happens after the book ends.”

He looked taken aback for some reason. Instead of nodding, as one would expect when someone supported their thoughts, he licked his lips again, apparently a fixed habit of his as you had gotten to know over the past few days. “... You’re right. Might as well ask Miss Park about it.”

You smiled at him, assuming that the topic had now ended, but it seemed to occupy his mind more than you’d thought. “Novels about love are so often so complex, don’t you think? All the interpretations that authors leave open are… fascinating.”

“That’s an important quality of an author - be ambiguous, but not too much. Having freedom to analyze the story is something a lot of readers appreciate.”

Taehyung shifted in his seat a little, so he could face you properly. He fumbled with his fingers, seemingly a nervous tick he had when he started to bloom, enthusiastic about a topic that he was interested in; it was so endearing to look at, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I just don’t understand why we need sadness so much to be able to theorize about these things. Why can’t we readers hope for a happy ending without witnessing the characters go through such tough times?”

You hadn’t noticed that exactly, as you’d always found space to come up with theories even in happy stories. But still, you understood what he meant. “Where there is hope, there is always hardship. The balance of the world.”

This time, it was him who didn’t know what to answer. Less because he felt beaten by you, but more because your words went straight to his heart. It felt like a motto to live by; he could almost see in your eyes that you weren’t scared of the hardships that you encountered in life, that you dived into them without fearing the pain that might appear.

His literature-student-brain was smoking as he looked at you, analyzing you like he did it with his beloved books. Knowing that you had strengths he didn’t know about yet, he felt more and more drawn to you, the urge to get to know you growing stronger.

He wanted to be able to read your soul that glowed more imminent and brighter to him with each word you stuttered.

The sun was blazing and shining onto you relentlessly. You’d known how worn-down the whole place would be, but you hadn’t figured that everything would be roofless, the castle shattered to its grounds. How was it even possible to destroy a whole complex like this to its complete indecipherability?

After walking for a while in the growing noon heat, you soon noticed that Taehyung hadn’t left your side for some time now. It would’ve almost been creepy, if you had felt uncomfortable at all; in fact, that he stuck to you like glue, somehow made you feel giddy, nervous, stomach churning until you couldn’t hide the smile anymore.

“Is there anything you want to say to me?”

He shook his head, pointed a finger to your teacher instead. “Listen to what she has to say. She’s the lecturer, not me.”

Your lecturer wasn’t even talking about significant historical facts. You remembered that this day wasn’t even in any way important for your final exams and that professor Park had dragged you here for the sole purpose of promoting the book you had already bought and read.

And at some point, as you found yourself distracted by your own disruptive thoughts, mind wandering to your mother and how she had been doing this morning when you’d called her, you felt someone tug at your arm. But you didn’t need to guess twice to know who it was.

Taehyung dragged you away from the crowd that was your class, putting a finger to his lips to shush you. That was weird. It was definitely weird, right? “What do you think you’re doing, Taehyung?” you almost whispered as your eyes moved frantically, looking into the direction you were walking to somehow find out where he was intending to go.

“Just want to show you something that fits Miss Park’s book perfectly,” he said, not bothering to lower the tone of his voice at all. You disappeared behind a wall, now out of your classmates’ eyes who had long moved forwards, exploring the sight that wasn’t one at all.

It took you two minutes of gazing at broken walls, modern graffiti and inscripted promises by various wanderers to get to a spot where Taehyung finally halted his movements, head moving around as if he was looking for something. You were finally under a roof that shielded you from the heat and you leaned against the cold wall to breathe in deeply.

When Taehyung’s eyes finally settled on what he was seeking, he walked towards it without hesitation. He stretched out his arm to touch what was written there, not visible for you where you were standing. You saw a smile creep up his face as he ran his fingers along the bricks, relishing in whatever feeling was taking over his heart right now.

You were about to ask when he eventually spoke up. “It says ‘No matter who or what tries to keep us apart, I will always find you - even in death.’ Sounds exactly like the story about the lovers, doesn’t it?”

Pushing yourself off the wall, you stepped closer, inspecting the sentence yourself before you smiled. “Seems as if Miss Park has some fans.”

“Do you think these people read her book?”

“Definitely. I feel like this abandoned place can otherwise only be found, if someone lives nearby and stumbles across it, like Miss Park did. And she mentioned this exact castle - or what’s left of it - in her author’s note.”

He inhaled and exhaled deeply before he looked at you. “I believe that people like these define love. Believing in each other so much that they fight for their love, even after they’re gone.”

“I’m not sure if wanting to love someone even in death is the only indicator for true love… or the definition of it.” You raised your hand, too, touched the inscription exactly where Taehyung’s hand had been a moment ago.

He raised an eyebrow at you, licking his lips again. “Yeah? Well, what is then?”

You laughed at his question. You weren’t sure; you hadn’t experienced love in its truest form yet and couldn’t quite express what it meant or could mean to you. The only type of affection you’d ever felt was that from your parents, but after your father’s death, even that had vanished.

“I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I find out.”

“You’ve never loved anyone before?” he asked, a surprised look taking over his beautiful face.

“Not in that sense, no… I think,” you muttered, lost in the words that were written on the bricks. The sentence Taehyung had read to you wasn’t the only one here. There were several things you could spot and most of them seemed to relate to each other.

We’re tragic, but not doomed.

Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.

These were only some of various confessions that made your heart flutter. Despite the fact that you didn’t exactly have an idea of how to define love, you could feel that the passion this couple - or these couples - had shared, or still shared, was intense, deep, fierce. Somehow, you felt the energy seeping through the ink as you touched it gently, careful not to smear it - then again, you figured it had dried enough to stay here for a while.

By now, Taehyung had walked up and stopped next to you; as his arm grazed yours, your breath hitched slightly, and you widened your eyes at your own reaction. This proximity shouldn’t have made you this nervous, right? It was Taehyung. Taehyung from your literature class, the college genius and arrogant smartass who-

“I shouldn’t write these words down. They will never do you justice,” he read aloud, now directly behind you, and you felt his warm breath against your face. And as your heart threatened to burst any second, you suddenly stepped away, away from the lovers’ words, away from the wall, away from him.

You didn’t get very far; before you could put a safe distance between him and yourself, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to him. You gasped at his ministrations, suddenly hyper aware of how alone you both were right now. He was leaning against the wall now, not letting his grip on you loose as he stared into the deepest depths of your eyes.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he said before a grin decorated his face. You hadn’t realized you were even holding your breath, and exhaled deeply. “What if I told you that I finished this book weeks ago?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Whatever you’d thought he would tell you or do to you, it wasn’t this - this was a tad more disappointing. “You did?”

He nodded as he brought your hand to his chest, pulling you in just a little, but too much for your racing heart. “I love talking to you about these things,” he admitted, suddenly bringing his lips closer to your ear as he whispered his next words, “and frankly, all our other classmates are idiots.”

You chuckled nervously. “And I’m not?”

“You? No way,” he said, looking at your profile, “breathe.”

He pulled back again and released your hand, making you automatically take a few steps back nervously - but to no avail. Soon, he had you in his grip again, twirling you around to press you into the wall with a gentle, soft force. His thumb came up to ghost over your jaw, and his touch caused a strange pressure in your stomach that had you on the brink of losing your mind. This should’ve all been weird - why did you like it so much?

“Taehyung…”

“Hmm?” he hummed, not removing his eyes from your mouth as his fingers wandered to your lower lip.

“What are you doing?” Your breathing was uneven, and you struggled to focus - he noticed that, trying his hardest not to break out into a proud smirk.

He had found you interesting for so long now, had wanted to get close to you, pined over you for months, and now that he was touching you, he knew he had waited for this since he had heard you speak in class for the first time. Unlike some of his friends, who’d praised your physical features on multiple occasions, he was first and foremost impressed by your mind.

There was no doubt that you were beautiful; but he felt attracted to your brain, your attitude, your personality, the whole of you.

“Tell me to stop.”

“What?” you asked, unable to think, trying your hardest to not sink to your knees.

“This,” he murmured as he came a little closer, the other hand that was not on your face, settling on your bare arm, “tell me to stop.”

You tried - but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to. No words could be uttered, no words escaped you; not even the plea to finally kiss you, and you felt like he knew all of this. In his deep, dark, sparkling and hooded eyes you could clearly see that he knew what he was doing.

“You can’t.” It was a statement - not a question. You didn’t answer. “Then go out with me.”

His words hit you unexpectedly, a warm and dizzying feeling building up in your chest, and you tried so hard not to falter. To not give in. To not have him deal with your struggles and your life.

But you did. You did falter.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeated, nodding slightly as his eyes shot up to meet yours.

Then, suddenly, embarrassingly, he let go, walking a few steps back to eye your flabbergasted state. “Okay. Great. Now, let’s go back to the group before they report us as missing.”

You took a strand of your hair between your fingers, currently unable to look at him directly. “How did you find this specific spot, anyway?”

“Was roaming the place a little in our break and figured you’d like it.”

As you walked back to your classmates, soon finding them and realizing that literally no one had missed you, you chuckled slightly at the fact that yes - you had liked it. All of it.

And it made you nervous.

Albeit his invitation to go out with him, he didn’t mention the upcoming date for the whole of the following week and you grew more and more tense with each time you saw him pass by you or approach you to talk about something random. It was almost as if he tried to put you on edge, having your stomach turn and churn every time he talked to you about anything but the date.

There were some conversations about other books you both liked - or disliked - and hobbies that you hadn’t known the other was talented in. Apparently, Taehyung was into photography; not much of a surprise, given the fact that he had the word cultivated written clearly on his forehead. He told you that he liked to take pictures of landscapes and cities, but beside that, he also loved capturing random moments with his friends and loved ones.

“I can schedule a photoshoot with you sometime, if you want,” he offered, having you all flustered, because you’d never been someone who enjoyed her pictures being taken much.

“I’m not sure. I’m not good at poses,” you answered as you took a bite of your dry sandwich.

He shook his head, clearly not impressed by your lame argument. “That’s what I’m here for. I’d tell you what to do and you’d just have to look good, that’s all. And that you do everyday.”

Your skin tingled at his comments, and you noticed how much of a routine these remarks had become. He’d compliment you whenever he could, while you struggled to find out if he was flirting or just simply being nice to you. But then again, he had asked you out - and despite that, you still hadn’t forgotten the short, intense moment that had occured at the ruins days ago.

In fact, you often stared at your ceiling at night, unable to fall asleep, much to your chagrin. A lot of times when you closed your eyes, you dreamed of back then and of what more could’ve happened, always waking up when he’d finally press his full, beautiful lips on yours. In your dreams, he tasted sweet, intoxicating, like spring and hope.

But in reality, you hadn’t even settled for a day to meet up to do whatever he wanted to do. At least until now, until he turned to you. 

“You agreed to go out with me,” he simply declared, his voice deep and almost nonchalant, as if he was just casually mentioning some side fact; it wasn’t like you’d been waiting for this all week as you hung out with him everyday.

“Yeah. I suppose I did.”

“So, I waited before telling you this - but an amusement park is opening up tonight and I’d like to take you there. If you like things like these, I mean.”

“Tonight, you say? Sure.” You gave him a beautiful smile before you looked down to your lunch again, trying not to show how the heat was creeping up your face, how flustered you’d gotten - but he could tell.

He could always tell.

The crowd was insane - you were surprised that you hadn’t known about the opening of this amusement park until Taehyung had mentioned it, as there were so many guests that you hardly found a spot to stand. It was difficult to even get a ticket to a ride, and as you stood in the various lines, you talked about how loud it was here, both agreeing that, were the activities not as much fun as they were, you would’ve probably gone to grab some dinner in a random restaurant nearby.

One hour later and you found yourself sitting on a bench; he was patting your back to calm you down after your idiotic ass had decided to eat a hot dog right before the most dangerous of all rides that turned and swirled and made, as it’d felt, a hundred loops.

“I told you not to eat until we’re done, Y/N,” Taehyung said, laughing as he watched your pale face, you leaning back, eyes closed in misery. He stood, tugging at your hand and you looked up at him. “I’ll bring you home.”

“No, I-” you started, but you were quickly interrupted when you felt your phone vibrate between your palms. As you looked at the name, you almost didn’t pick up, rolling your eyes before stuffing the phone into your bag again; only to rethink your choice for a moment, apologizing to Taehyung and taking it out again to answer.

“Hi, Mom.” You stood up to walk away from Taehyung a bit - if this was going to turn into some kind of messy drama, you didn’t want him to be in a proximity close enough to witness your whole conversation. “What’s up? How are you?”

She didn’t answer for a second, and you wondered if she was even still there before she cleared her throat dramatically. Her voice was hoarse, used, tired, drowning in the drunken state that she was obviously in. “Y/N.”

“Mom. What’s wrong?”

“I need something from you,” she said, and your heart started to thump against your chest as you awaited her request, fearing that she was falling ill again.

“I used up all my reservoir of the alcohol I had. Please, I can barely move without the world spinning. Can you come here and bring me some more? I need to just - pass out for today.”

You swallowed hard, not believing that she would call you just to ask if you could poison her with some more of her drug; to ask you to drive for one hour and a half, just to throw you out again after potential harsh words.

“No,” you answered firmly - you wouldn’t give in to her bullshit, not this time.

“What do you mean by no, you brat?” She was getting angry; you could hear it in the way her words became blurred, almost indecipherable, but you didn’t care.

“I won’t fucking bring you your goddamn alcohol. Go to bed and sleep, drink some water and calm yourself down!” you almost yelled, growing impatient, too, your heart racing in your chest as your blood pressure heightened.

You heard her gasp sharply before she stuttered until she could finally form a coherent sentence. “You fucking bitch. I didn’t raise you to talk back like that!”

You looked over your shoulder. Taehyung raised his head, smiling at you before he saw the concern in your face and putting his phone back into his pockets as he stood up to walk up to you. Meanwhile, your mother was still uttering obscene insults at you, words that you should’ve been used to by now. But it was different in this moment.

This evening had passed with so much laughter and giggles, excessive amounts of adrenaline and growing feelings - you couldn’t understand what you’d done to deserve this; why it was so hard for her to just let you live for once.

When a wet drop landed on your bare collarbone, you realized that you had started crying, the goddamn tears streaming down your face, although you had tried to contain yourself so hard. You felt Taehyung’s hand on your back, patting it again, but differently this time than a few minutes ago. You inhaled a deep breath as you spoke into your phone, interrupting your raging mother who just wouldn’t stop.

“I can’t talk right now, Mom. I’m busy.”

“Wha- are you crying now? What the fuck are you crying for, you-”

You hung up. That was honestly all you could and would take, and you’d heard enough. You dried your tears quickly, getting yourself together as you cleared your throat and looked at Taehyung’s worried and silent face. You gave him a reassuring smile before you said, “you’re right. I should probably head home.”

He just nodded, putting a comforting arm softly around your shoulders as he walked beside you. Approaching your home, you were tempted to tell him to just go home, that he didn’t need to accompany you all the way - but something told you that he wouldn’t listen to you anyway. And as minutes passed, your mind shifted back to your mother.

You were wondering if she was okay. Being this drunk was dangerous, especially for someone like her who drowned her sorrows and pain in that deadly liquid almost every night, not knowing how else to cope with your father’s death - even after all the years that had passed.

But you couldn’t leave her alone; you couldn’t drive all the way over to her either. You didn’t have the time.

You took out your phone again, sniffing as you hastily scrolled down to find the number of one of your highschool friends. You knew she still lived near your house and could help you out. It didn’t need a lot of long-stretched words; you pleaded with her to stay the night and take care of your mother - she knew she was always welcome at your house, and unlike yourself, she would never hear a single bad word uttered out of your mother’s mouth that was targeted at her.

Taehyung was still holding you without saying anything. He didn’t know what. Ask you what was wrong? He could, but if you’d wanted to, then you would’ve spoken up already, right? No - he could cheer you up. Or at least try to.

“Do you want me to come up with you? We could watch something, or just talk,” he suggested, his voice hesitant and his words careful.

Swimming in your misery, you had almost forgotten what joy he had brought you today. Almost forgotten how genuine his touch on your shoulder, his expression of concern was. And as you found yourself overwhelmed with hate yet affection for your mother, something in you snapped enough to admit that Taehyung was all you wanted with you at this moment.

“You can. I mean, I - you don’t have to, I’d be fine, but… if you want to, you can.”

He grinned at you - that one boxy grin that always reached his dreamy eyes, brightening up the darkest of nights. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.”

He let you go, brushed his fingers through his dark, soft hair as you entered your dorm room. You figured it was late enough for your early bird of a roommate to have fallen asleep, so you tried not to be too loud as you came in, bringing Taehyung a glass of water, and then - surprisingly brave of you - deciding to settle in your room to have your privacy, without risking to wake up your friend in the next room.

You both settled on your bed, crawling under your thin blanket, despite the pressing heat. You had put a pizza in the oven that you were chewing on now, watching a Disney movie on your laptop that laid on your lap while Taehyung contemplated whether it was okay to pull you close to him or not. It had been so easy a week ago; brushing the skin of your face with his fingers and muttering tempting words to you felt difficult now, although there was nothing more that he wanted than to enclose you in his embrace, be your shelter in a moment like this.

Despite his usual confidence, you couldn’t understand what was holding him back now. Although you hadn’t known each other properly until two weeks ago, he felt like an intimate person in your life, consuming more and more of your thoughts as the days went by and having you look forward to the next day when you could, again, spend lunch time with him and talk to him about the most random aspects of the universe and beyond.

And when nothing happened for the next thirty minutes, you shifted, getting closer to him as you put your head on his shoulder. You didn’t see the smile appear widely on his ethereal face. Didn’t hear the way his heart hammered against his ribs violently until the sound consumed his ears. You didn’t know about the effect you had on him.

His arm snaked around your shoulders and his fingers gently settled on your bare arm. When he noticed that you didn’t protest, he dug his nails deeper into your flesh, making you breathe out sharply as he pulled you closer to him. You felt his lips ghosting over your hair, and yourself dozing off slightly.

At some point you just sat there, watching, but not watching the movie, the pictures becoming blurred motions in front of your eyes. His fingers had found your arm, stroking it until you felt relaxed enough to close your eyes and calm your breath that had somehow fastened; on one hand stressed because of the thought that revolved around your mother, and on the other hand growing nervous as you inhaled the soft cinnamon scent of the man who was holding you gently, carefully.

When you woke up - apparently you had eventually fallen asleep - your head was resting on his chest; he was still here, still beside you. He had placed your laptop on the night table and pulled the blanket over both of you, holding you tightly, making sure you didn’t fall apart - not tonight.

You shifted a little, carefully sitting up and noticing that you were still wearing your dress. As you fumbled with the hem of it to pull it down a bit, you heard him groan softly, and as you looked down at him, he had opened his eyes and was rubbing them with the back of his hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” He sat up instantly, looking at your tired face while your hands tried to smoothen your hair until you reckoned you didn’t look like a scarecrow anymore.

“I am,” you answered, putting the strap of your dress back onto your shoulder, “why didn’t you go home? Sleeping in jeans must be terrible.”

He shrugged, putting a strand of hair out of your face as he yawned into his other hand. “I didn’t want to leave you alone like this.”

You nodded, smiling at him gratefully. That’s what you’d thought. It was incredible that he was fond of you enough to stay the night, to look out for you, to make sure you didn’t slip again, didn’t cry all night. You didn’t know if it was your exhaustion or affection towards him, but the next words came out easily.

“Can we do that again?”

You didn’t have to spell it out; he knew. He knew and consequently opened his arms for you to settle into him again, pulling you both down, heads falling onto the big pillow as you pressed your torso against his chest.

Although you were fairly tired, you felt like you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anymore. Not now that you knew he was this close, his heart against yours, his opal eyes sunk in yours; there was no way you’d miss even a moment of him staring at you like this.

“Are you really okay?” he asked, his breath warm against your face as his hand grazed your back. “You got me worried today.”

You swallowed before you answered, hesitant at first, “I think I’m fine. Just concerned. Mom has this drinking habit, and I’ve tried to deal with her, but I’m just… tired.”

He nodded in affirmation as if he knew exactly what your mother was going through. “Maybe you need to sit down with her when she’s sober and talk through it all.”

“She’s never sober.” You briefly closed your eyes when he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, grazing over your cheeks slightly before he brought his hand to the nape of your neck.

“One day she will be. She’s your mother, and she loves you. There will definitely come a time when she’ll be willing to talk. Just ask her.” He was whispering by now, and you had a hard time to even comprehend what he was saying, your mind way too focused on his scent, on his eyes, on his subtle touches.

“...Yeah,” you said, eyes wandering down his nose and cheeks until they settled on his beautiful, parted lips.

“Y/N?” he murmured, his fingers still caressing the skin on your neck as he pulled you in closer, just a little, almost not noticeable.

“Taehyung?”

“I just want you to know… that I’m here. Anytime.”

Anytime. Your breath became unsteady, everything in you longing for him to finally press his lips against yours, your skin lighting up where he touched you. And when the tips of your noses finally met, his mouth almost on yours, you closed your eyes, welcoming the moment that was about to come, in three, two, one…

And then you were kissing.

He kissed you tenderly, softly, almost as if he was memorizing each second your lips moved against his. As his fingers traced the skin on your neck, the heat in your cheeks, the fabric of your clothes, you wondered how you’d managed to hold yourself back this long, how you’d gone without tasting the sweetness of the tongue that was making its way through to meet yours.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, your dress sliding up as his grip on you tightened. Your nails bore themselves into his shoulder blades and you were almost scared you were hurting him before he let out a small whimper. No, he was enjoying it.

You felt him and yourself grow needy slowly, the kiss becoming harder, faster, your whole body moving against each other as you moaned quietly. Then, suddenly, he rolled over you, his hands settling on each side of your head as he hovered above you, your mouths still not getting enough of the passion that was flowing through you like electricity.

Almost absent mindedly, he pulled the straps of your dress down again, just stopping for a moment as he gauged your reaction. And when he was sure you were okay with this, he leaned in to kiss you again while his hand hooked your leg around him, stroking the flesh up to your thighs.

He softly nibbled at your lower lip as he indulged in your little sounds, eager to give himself to you completely. He couldn’t get enough of this thought - the girl he had been pining over for months was now under him, her hands pulling up his shirt, kissing him like she was desperate for him.

He let you take off his shirt, impatient, tongue and teeth crashing against yours again as soon as his torso was bare. He slid your dress even higher, bringing it up to your breasts before he lifted you up a little in order to pull it over your head in a smooth motion.

“I’ll help you cheer up,” Taehyung declared as he pulled away, and you laughed, a hearty, soft, beautiful laugh that forced him to join, his heart racing at the sight of you laying there, endearing, beautiful, just perfect.

“Do that,” you said, pulling his face to yours again and tracing his lower lip with your tongue. He pressed his hips against yours, and by now you could clearly feel the hardness against your core. You reached down to open his pants, teasingly slow until he gently pulled your hands away to do it himself.

Slipping out of his jeans, his fingers reached your back, fumbling with your bra until he opened and then threw it aside. Only in your underpants now, you both grinded against each other, you arching your back and him moving his hips as he kissed your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and then smoothing it with his delicate tongue.

His hands cupped one of your soft breasts, massaging it while he moved his mouth to your other nipple, sucking and licking it as you became a moaning mess under him. You didn’t care about the fact that it could’ve woken up your roommate; she’d only meet you the next morning and wiggle her eyebrows suggestively.

You tried to pull his shorts down, seeking release, seeking anything more than just the feeling of him through your clothes. He smiled against your skin and helped you to get out of them, finding the way you were struggling to concentrate somehow adorable. In one unexpected movement he freed you of your damp panties too, leaning back as he speechlessly eyed your whole body.

“You’re…” he started, only to trail off as he got caught in the perfect, endless dream that was you.

“I am..?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckled, wrapping your legs around him again to pull him closer, his length pressing against your clit, and you let out a shaky breath. “I don’t think so. But I’ll gladly let you think that.”

He smiled, but instead of giving in to kiss you, he moved his body down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your torso as he went, until he reached your mons pubis. He spread your legs slowly yet hungrily, bringing his face close enough that you could feel him breathing against your wetness.

He leaned forward, only touching your cunt with the tip of his tongue to tease you a little. And when you grabbed his hair impatiently, pushing him into you, he laughed, causing you to giggle with him; but he soon silenced you by licking a hot stripe against your aching core, sinking into you right after as if you were his last meal on earth.

One of his hands released the thigh he was holding to circle your clit slowly with his fingers, a stark contrast to how intensely he was eating you out just inches away from your sensitive bud. And then, he switched, looking at your lustful expression as he sunk two fingers into you, moving them in and out at a delicate pace while his lips sucked on your bundle of nerves. All of this while never leaving you out of his sight.

“Taehy-” you started, but then he crooked his fingers, hitting a spot that sent you into an almost spiritual state. And then, you laughed. “I was trying to speak here…”

“Tell me to stop,” he said, repeating the exact same words he had uttered to you just a week ago. His deep voice and moans against your cunt sent vibrations through your body, and you took a shaky breath before you finally let go, grabbing the sheets under you as you sat up.

He watched your movements intently, letting you push him down onto his back, straddle his legs and grab his cock. You swept your hair to one side as you began stroking his hardness, mouth coming down to lick at the leaking tip, drawing beautiful moans out of him as he threw his head back in sheer pleasure.

He was a little too big to fit him into your mouth wholly; but when you wrapped your lips around him and took him in deeper, your hand took care of everything that your mouth wouldn’t take - and seemingly, this trick did it for him, too.

Sucking his cock was heavenly; not just for him, but also for you. You relished in the sounds that were escaping his throat, his uncontrolled movements that had him on edge, the way his hand sank into your hair tightly, lightly tugging at it.

God, his voice was so deep. He was so beautiful, so perfect.

You continued sucking him to the point he became louder, and eventually, he whined, “stop, stop, stop! Y/N, no more.”

You knew why. His legs had started trembling, his breath was hitched and his cock twitched in your mouth - he was close, but he didn’t want to finish just yet. So instead of keeping up your ministrations, you sat up straight, shifting your body, so you could align your entrance with his throbbing, reddened cock. You rubbed yourself against him for maximum effect until he gripped your waist to still you.

"Do it," he ordered, his hooded eyes darkened beyond belief. You lifted yourself, grabbing his cock as you slowly pressed the tip into you your opening before you sank down on him, carefully, trying to adjust to his length that was just right to not hurt you.

He let out a breathy moan, his hands still on your waist as he tried hard not to thrust up, giving you the chance to settle enough to start whenever you felt ready. He filled you up perfectly - the stretch was breathtaking, every inch that entered you sending shivers down your spine as you looked down to him.

Then, you started to move your hips, starting at a slow and passionate pace that had him close his eyes, his gaze leaving your body for the first time since you had sat down on him. You drowned in the way he was feeling peak ecstatic, enjoying every second he spent with you, every touch you provided him with.

And then his hands wandered up your body, first to your breasts to squeeze them, then snaking around you to settle on your back and pull you down to him. He opened his eyes again, looking at you, your lips brushing against each other's, but not quite kissing yet. You both moaned into the other's mouth, and you whimpered when you felt his hips thrust up to meet your movements, filling you up deeply, entirely.

For a while, the room was filled with lewd and lustful sounds as he picked up the pace, fucking you harder, faster, nibbling at the shell of your ear as goosebumps formed on your arms, his large hands grabbing your ass firmly and stretching out the cheeks deliciously. Then, he sat up, dragging you with him, and you immediately wrapped your legs around him again, half expecting that he was going to push you onto your back to continue like that.

But he didn't - instead, he stopped for a moment, glancing into your tired eyes. Sweat trickled down his temple, and you wiped his damp hair out of his forehead before resting your hand on his cheek that he leaned into. You both didn't exchange a lot of words; the way you looked at each other and the close proximity between you said more than you both could've through spoken actions.

Taehyung kissed you again, just for a second, almost chaste as his fingers explored the skin of your back, coming up to your hair. He pulled you in, almost as if hugging you - or hugging you indeed? -, making your head rest on his shoulder.

You bit into it when you felt him start to move again; now that you both were sitting up, his cock was inside you completely, reaching the perfect spot over and over again as you melted into him. He left open mouthed kisses on your neck, his tongue flicking over the blossoming marks that were already becoming visible, pulling you impossibly close to him.

“Taehyung,” you whispered into his ear, lost at words, just his name on your tongue, the passion burning up your body inside and outside. His pelvic bone rubbing against your clit, his perfect, planned thrusts, his hands on your body, the sounds he breathed right into your ear - everything added together and multiplied with the passion between you by a thousand brought you so close to your release that you dug your nails into his flesh again, leaving new bruises that had him whine in pleasure.

“Y/N,” he called, and you looked at him, all your light make-up surely ruined under your eyes. He swiped at it with his thumb, licking his lips as he put his forehead against yours. “You can let go, baby.”

You could let go - of everything, you thought. Of the negative thoughts, your worries, the hate, the insecurities. Of everything that kept you up at night, everything that ever brought tears in your eyes. You noticed that you had let go of most of these things since Taehyung had suddenly entered your life, although he had always been here, in your reach, in front of your eyes.

Then, he did push you down, your back hitting the mattress as he raised your legs higher, continuing to fuck into you in an almost merciless speed now. Your breaths melded as he came closer, your sounds becoming one, his hair grazing your forehead as he called your name, told you how perfect and gorgeous you were, how he had waited for this moment.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N,” he told you, setting you on fire with each glance his dreamy eyes gave you, completely lost in you. The expression was almost not one of someone who’d started to get to know you just some time ago; it was of someone who had always admired you from far away. Someone who would look at you and get mesmerized by you, someone who would read a book and wonder what your thoughts about it would be. 

And as he reached down to massage your clit, everything in you exploded like a supernova within seconds as you arched your back and pressed your head against the soft pillow, giving him easy access to your neck.

He whispered more promises into your skin, ones that made you believe him, trust him. Maybe it was the fact that he was one of the brightest souls you had ever met, or maybe it was his ability to feel emotions more intense and realer than anyone else you knew - but you believed every word he said.

As he went on for a few more thrusts, chasing his own high, you held onto these vows, your mind empty, heart thumping and swelling at the thought of this man sticking by your side. How did it only take you two weeks to become this infatuated with him? Was it because you had, despite his seeming arrogance, always admired his intellect, his confidence, his quietness and humility in class, although he could’ve used his popularity in various ways?

Whatever it was - your mind was too occupied to figure this out right now. You felt him come undone with a deep moan, your name on his tongue as his hot cum shot through you. He tried his best not to collapse on you and shifted his weight on his elbows, looking at you as his eyes softened, the lustful darkness becoming a burning ember, liquid velvet, a tempestuous ocean whose gentle waves seemed to carry you away.

“You’re so beautiful,” you told him, your fingers touching his panting mouth softly. You pulled him in for a kiss, one that he put all his affection in, showing you just how special you were.

And as he pulled away, he chuckled a little, bumping his nose against yours. “Have you seen yourself?”

You rolled your eyes. There was no way you were looking anyhow good right now; your hair was disheveled, your make-up smeared and your skin all sweaty. “You’re blinded.”

“Blinded by what?” He grinned at you. He knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it.

What was it? Love? No, not yet.

“By the fact that you like me,” you said, half confidently, half scared that he might stand up and leave awkwardly. And he did, in fact, not answer anything, only smiled at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah?” He kept grinning as he pulled out, groaning slightly and laying down beside you. His breathing had steadied a little and he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He brought his mouth to your hair to give you a kiss before he asked again, “yeah? What is it?”

“Are you not going to say anything? It’s kinda… awkward for me.”

He laughed, giving your body a squeeze as he closed his eyes. “I do like you. I thought I made this very clear in the last few hours since we arrived here.”

“I think you might have,” you said, smiling into his chest.

Was this the definition of what characters felt in romantic novels?

A month and a half later

Taehyung was waiting for you outside. The big, old building in the shady, weird neighbourhood hadn’t scared him off - rather than that, he’d insisted even more to stay here and wait until you were done with what you had come here for.

It had taken so many conversations, phone calls and convincing words to encourage you to finally drive over here to talk to the mess that your mother was, and now you’d obliged, realizing that there would come a day when you would not be able to make things right anymore.

When you left the shabby complex, still not familiar with the new place your mother had decided to settle in, Taehyung was reading a short novel, one that had come out not long ago. And when you opened the door, he smiled widely, noticing how your expression was not demotivated and grumpy at all - instead, you looked like you were happy, despite the redness in your eyes.

“How did it go?” he asked immediately, closing the book and intertwining his long fingers with yours.

“Surprisingly well. She was sober,” you said, grinning, heart swelling at the thought that you had finally sorted everything out with her, “she was sober, Tae. And she said, she’ll go to rehab and try to get better. She even told me she loved me!”

You felt your eyes sting again and brought your fingers up to wipe away a tear before it could escape to roll down your cheek. At the sight of you, Taehyung’s chest heated up, and he remembered how this happiness was the reason he had put his heart in your palms, ready to let you do whatever you deemed fit with it.

“I’m so happy to hear that, baby. I told you it’s worth a try,” he said, bringing your knuckles to his lips to press soft kisses on them. “I’m so, so glad you’re happy.”

“I am. I really am.”

“You know what’s left now?”

You raised your eyebrow in question before he answered. “Introducing your boyfriend to your mom.”

“Patience, grasshoper. She just started to like me again!”

He slapped your forehead, and you flinched, although you had barely felt it. “She’s always loved you, you idiot. What is it with you still not understanding the concept of love?”

You smiled. The everlasting joke had never died between you; he’d always tease you about this, although he knew how full your heart was for everyone around you, how much you loved your mother, what you felt for him.

And he deserved your affection, too. In the last two months, he had shown you nothing but support, kindness and passion. Yes, admittedly, you were still kind of in your honeymoon phase, but the way he handled you and your outbursts gave you the feeling he was the person that’d stick with you.

He proved this not only with small gestures, lovely surprises and sweet promises that he kept, but also with every conversation you’d have about your past, the death of your father, the hell you had gone through after that. Taehyung just… always seemed to know what to say.

You tried to give him all that back, but always felt like it would never do his gracious heart justice. And while you both had not yet used the word love, especially given the fact how early in your relationship you were, a feeling very similar to this seemed to always linger on your tongues. It almost felt like the beginning of it, the start of falling into the depths of what authors described on their pages, in their words and in their metaphors.

“I knew it would work out. I was sitting here and hoping all the time to not see you come out depressed,” Taehyung said, sighing.

“Sounds like you,” you told him, booping his nose to make him smile, “but I do feel like it’s going to be hard. We have a rocky path ahead of us.”

Then, he laughed, remembering words you had once said to him, only to give them back to you now as reassurance. “Where there is hope, there is always hardship.”

You laughed and then you knew for sure.

This was definitely the definition of what felt like love.

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Always Find You

Taehyung x reader | pg15 | oneshot | soulmate au | strangers to lovers | friends to lovers | angst | fluff | mentions of death | cigarette smoking | swearing

Amazing banner maker @ressjeon​ thank you so much love ♡

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Again and again Taehyung has seen you appear before him, and again and again you’re never within his grasp. No matter where you go, what life you live, he’ll always find you. 

To @crazy4myself I’m your secret admirer :) I truly hope you like this fic. I know I told you that I had something planned based off everything you told me, but I couldn’t help but write this, and the time crunching is totally my fault because I do not know what planning is lol. But I hope you like it and I really enjoyed our conversations even though school was just kicking my ass lol. Happy Valentine’s Day! ♡

When Taehyung first saw you, he forgot how to breathe.

You stand on the balcony looking out onto the hundreds of knights pledging their lives to your family. He is one of those knights. 

Your hair is up in a perfect bun, the crown shining brightly at the top of your head, but your smile—God when you smile it’s like his whole world is brighter than it’s ever been. Your father—the king, is speaking to the crowd below him. He’s loud, encouraging, speaking with so much motivation that he knows His Royal Highness is so well versed in this that there’s no emotion in them anymore. 

They’re all sent off to a worthless war and nearly less than half comeback to tell the tale. It’s just an endless cycle until all kingdoms stop fighting for land. It’s a cycle Taehyung happened to be born into. A simple commoner who was chosen to fight for his king. 

His eyes avert back to you, watching you as you remain stoic and beautiful. He wonders if he were born into a higher class, would you notice him? Would those mysterious eyes meet his one day? Would you smile his way? Would he be your first pick over the huge line of suitors wanting to take your hand even though he has nothing?

“The kingdom and its people are forever grateful for your heroic actions to protect us!” the king bellows, his hand outstretched towards his knights as if he’s blessing them all before their deaths. 

The men yell in response as they march forward, through the gate and towards the enemy line. As he follows, Taehyung manages to get one last glance towards you, your radiant smile sending a chill down his spine. It’s all the encouragement he needs to march forward and fight this damn fight. 

Taehyung never made it back home that day. 

When Taehyung was a kid, his dad told him the stories of soulmates. A story that when two soulmates meet, their fate is sealed with a kiss. A kiss that binds them together forever. Taehyung always thought that story was ridiculous. A kiss sealing the two? 

He thought it was even more ridiculous when his dad added, “When two soulmates do not seal their destiny with a kiss, their life is repeated. When they die, they are reincarnated and are set to find their soulmates once again. This cycle is repeated over and over again until they’re together.” 

He would laugh at the story his father always told him until one day he saw you. 

You’re wearing a black and white polka dot dress, your small heels clicking against the concrete floor as you run, a book clutched to your chest. You look excited, your eyes shining more brightly than they did when you looked out across the sea of knights ready for war. Taehyung never believed in soulmates until that day. Until that day where he saw you for the second time in his life, a memory he always thought was a dream became his past life.

He wonders where you’re heading. To school maybe? The building is in that general direction. What are you like in class? With that excited look on your face, he’s guessing you’re the first one to raise your hand when the teacher asks a question. The kind of student who writes almost everything down so that you can go over it after class when you’re home. You might be the kind of person who prefers to study and learn new things rather than play with the other kids. 

He wishes he can go to school. To see what you’re like personally. Yet he can’t. Taehyung learns what he can from his mom when he’s not working. It seems like in this lifetime, Taehyung has to make ends meet. 

Taehyung wants to meet you. He wants to meet the person who may be his soulmate—who he wants to be his soulmate. He’s seen you before, and here you are again… this is fate right?

“Taehyung! Get back to work,” his boss yells, lifting a rock almost twice Taehyung’s size up and onto the wooden barrel.

“Yes Sir,” he calls back, grabbing a rock heavier than his own weight to place into the barrel that is one rock away from breaking. 

Would he want to kiss you in this lifetime? In this lifetime where your life is so much better than his? Where you can find a better suitor than him that will take care of you because he’s better than Taehyung? What if you already found someone? Is it too late for him to meet you? 

What if you’re not his soulmate, but someone who is sent to make him believe you are? What if in every life he lives, you’re there to torment him? 

Soulmates are stupid. They don’t exist—

“Taehyung watch out!” 

Soulmates are stupid… right?

When he sees you again, Taehyung learns your name. Y/N. 

He’s never heard such a beautiful name in his entire life. Your name makes his heart race, and your voice…

He finally gets to meet you—see you closer than he has before. See the details in your eyes, the way they gleam when you talk about something you love. The way a blush tint crosses your face when you realize you’ve been talking for too long. 

You’re perfect. 

Everything about you is perfect to him. He wants to be with you already. He’s seen you in so many of his past lives, learning a thing here and there, but now you’re here. Sitting across from him in your yellow dress, your hands clutching onto it as you watch the bottle spin round and round. 

Will it land on him? Will today be the day your fates are sealed? 

The bottle slows, his heart practically in his throat as the bottle finally comes to a stop. Butterflies erupt in his stomach as he glances up at you from the bottle that is pointing at him. He can see that cute blush tint on your cheeks as you meet his eyes. 

He’ll make you happy. He’ll give you everything you want if it means he can see that smile everyday for the rest of his life. He’ll work ten times harder to give you the life you deserve—nothing will stand in his way. 

The crowd cheers as the two of you lean towards one another, but their cheers are soon tuned out by the rapid beating of his heart. He can feel your warm breath hitting his lips, your nose brushing against his own. 

“The cops are coming!” 

He no longer feels your breath against his skin. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, head hanging low in defeat. 

Why is fate toying with him?

Jumping to his feet, Taehyung runs with the crowd of frightened and excited teens up the stairs towards the kitchen and out the kitchen door that leads to the backyard. No cops have entered the backyard yet, so he can just hop a few fences and be in the clear. 

“Damn shame you didn’t get that kiss,” Zane says, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder in sympathy. “That would have been one helluva kiss.” 

Taehyung sighs, “No kidding.” 

“We better leave before the cops show up,” Zane says, running ahead and over the fence with ease. 

Of course he makes it look easy. He’s the school’s star athlete, but Taehyung on the other hand…

Getting a running start, Taehyung grabs onto the fence, jumping as high as he can, throwing one leg over the fence. His other leg, on the other hand, hits the fence, causing him to lose his grip and sends him to the ground, landing on his back. Taehyung lets out a low groan, lying still as he regains his ability to breathe. 

Zane leans over him, a smug grin plastered on his damn face. “For someone who fights a lot, you sure don’t know how to land on your feet.” 

“Shut the hell up,” Taehyung mutters, taking Zane’s extended hand as he gets up. The sound of sirens are loud and clear, yelling is faint but there. 

“Put that stamina to good use, Tae,” Zane says before taking off. 

Taehyung got away like usual. With how often he’s had run ins with the police, he might as well be an expert in getaways. That’s no life he should be living if this is the life he completes with you. He needs to do better—be better for you.

Tossing the extinguished cigarette along with the pile, Taehyung walks past the library building with a direction in mind. If you’re not in the library like he originally thought, that means you’re somewhere on campus chatting with your friends or alone, letting the warm rays of sun keep you warm on this breezy day. 

Rounding the corner, Taehyung stops dead in his tracks, his heart dropping to his stomach. Zane breaks the kiss, a familiar blush tint gracing its presence across your face as you look down in embarrassment. Zane grins as he caresses your cheek—the cheek that only Taehyung is meant to touch. 

Once again, you’re taken away from him. 

“So it’s a date then?” Zane asks, his tone full of pride it makes Taehyung sick. What pride does he get out of this for taking someone else’s soulmate away from them?

“It’s a date,” you mutter, the smallest smile showing on your lips. 

Taehyung doesn’t stick around to see your lips meet Zane’s again. He doesn’t stick around for the next class to start. 

He’s tired. 

He’s tired of being born over and over again. He’s tired of seeing you within his grasp only to be taken away from him. He’s tired of going through family after family—each family slowly being forgotten—so many memories blurring together that he doesn’t know which parent belongs to which life.

But he knows one thing. His dad is a liar. Whichever one told him of soulmates is a liar. They’re not real. Having a soulmate is bull shit. There’s no binding, no happily ever after. Everything is a lie. The only thing Taehyung is living a life where he sees the one person he believes to be his soulmate taunt him with the idea of being together. 

“Damnit,” he cries, furiously wiping away the tears that never seem to stop falling. 

He wants to be happy, why is that so hard to ask for?

Taehyung feels the warm rays of the sun warm his face, the sounds of people chatting, and a few birds chirping as he slowly begins to wake up. He wonders how long he’s been sleeping. A few minutes? Hours? Either way, after a whole day of cram studying, that rest was definitely needed. 

He opens his eyes to a slit, shutting them close from the bright sun. He sits up, resting his elbows on the table and rubbing his eyes of sleep. “Morning, sunshine,” a voice next to him says as he turns to look at the figure. 

You don’t bother looking at him as your eyes travel from your textbook to your notes. “How long was I out?” he asks you in a gravelly tone. 

“Not sure. I’ve been here for about fifteen minutes, so more than that,” you answer, flipping to the next page to continue your notes. Taehyung rests his chin on his hand, watching you work diligently. 

He wonders how much longer fate will toy with him. Life after life he’s watching you slip through his fingers. He’s tried different approaches to getting you, and each attempt was a joke. Heartache after heartache. 

This time… he could just laugh at how fucked up fate is. 

In this life, Taehyung grew up to be your best friend since the two of you were infants. Your mom has been friends with his mom since they were in college. The two of you are inseparable. Wherever you go, he’s right behind you. Taehyung has been with you through it all. From when you lost your favorite toy, to your first ever heartache. Everything you’ve been through, and you’re still a fighter. 

He admires you and in love with you. There’s the smallest chance that this life will be his last. Maybe he’ll finally be your soulmate like he’s meant to be. He wants to—oh how he wants to be. 

“What are you staring at?” you ask, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

He blinks a few times, watching you stare at him with curious eyes. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he finally questions. 

You frown in confusion. “Soulmates? Where’d that come from?”

He shrugs, dropping his hand from his chin and leans back in his seat. “Just curious.” 

You don’t remember him. In all your lives you two have had, never once did you recognize him. He wonders, if you remembered, would you kiss him? Would things change if you remembered? 

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking about his question, eyes drifting off somewhere he believes is your own world. You tap your pencil against your notebook, the small beat matching his heart. “I do,” you begin, setting your pencil down, “I believe you can have multiple soulmates in your life. Sometimes you can look at a stranger and just know they’re going to be very important to you in the near future, and I love moments like that.” You look to him again. “I think you’re my twin flame,” you add, that adorable blush gracing your cheeks. 

“Twin flame?” he questions. What’s a twin flame? Why are you blushing? Is it embarrassing? What the hell is a twin flame? 

“Well would you look at the time,” you start, suddenly changing the subject, “I’m gonna be late for class if I don’t leave now.” He watches you rise from your seat, collecting your belongings as you rush to leave. 

“You can’t just leave without telling me what a twin flame is, Y/N,” he tells you, trying to grab something of yours so that you don’t leave, but you’re quicker than he is. “Why were you blushing? Is it something embarrassing? What does it mean,” he complains, watching you leave him alone at the table. “Y/N!” he calls, groaning when you don’t turn around. 

He never got you to explain what a twin flame is, and it slips his mind to just look it up. It’s not that hard for him to get easily distracted by you. Especially when he’s head over heels in love with you. 

You leap onto his back with little time for him to catch you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you nestle your head on his shoulder. “Thanks for walking me home, Tae,” you tell him. 

“I think you mean ride,” he corrects, hoisting you higher so that he has a better hold of you. 

You giggle in response before going silent. Nothing is said between the two of you as Taehyung walks the two of you towards your house. He feels you grip him a little tighter before breaking the silence, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

Taehyung almost stops in his tracks, but he manages to keep going, never showing a small change in his pace. If you knew the lives he’s lived, the different ways he’s met you…

“I want to,” he answers. 

“What’s keeping you from believing?”

He’s quiet for a moment. How does he tell you it’s because every time he sees you, you don’t see him? How does he tell you that he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and that every life you two have lived, you were never his?

“What if in our past lives, we were never soulmates? What if we crossed paths, but never met the way we are supposed to?” Taehyung looks left then right before crossing the street. “There’s no real sign in knowing who your soulmate is.” 

You hum in response, but that hum tells him that you think differently and that you’re about to tell him he’s wrong. And he’s right because you say, “I think if you’ve met your soulmate in your past lives, then they are your soulmate. It just wasn’t the time to be with them. Fate is just waiting for that perfect moment before you two find each other again.” 

Taehyung scoffs, “You and I are completely different, Y/N.” 

You giggle as he helps you down from his back, the two of you stand in front of your house. “Everyone has a soulmate, Tae.” You dig in your bag for your keys, looking through each key for your house key. “And as my twin, you’ll always find me, right?” You look up to meet his gaze. 

He frowns in slight confusion, but answers, “I’ll always find you.” 

You smile at him, and the world around him seems to stop. “I’m glad to hear that.” 

A few days have passed since Taehyung last saw you. You told him you’ll be busy with an assignment that’s due this Sunday, so Taehyung agrees to let you have your space. 

It’s Sunday and Taehyung is sitting at the usual meeting spot on campus. He’s surprised there are quite a lot of people on campus when it’s a Sunday and Valentine’s Day to be exact. It’s the day of love, a day Taehyung has experienced way too many times. 

He stares off in the direction you should be coming from, complete boredom etched onto his face as he waits for you. You better get an A if you’re making him wait for you on campus...on a weekend. As he begins to close his eyes, a shadowed figure appears in his peripheral. Taehyung turns in the direction of the figure to see a familiar face. A familiar face with no name coming to mind. 

“Hey, I thought I’d find you here,” she says, twirling her blonde hair with her fingers. 

“Ah, yeah. Just waiting for Y/N,” he replies. What is her name?

She nods. “Then we have time to talk real quick before Y/N gets here.” 

Taehyung gestures to the seat across from him. “What’s up?”

The blonde takes the offer and sits across from Taehyung, looking nervous suddenly. “We’ve known each other for a while, and during that time we’ve known each other, you’ve been a great guy. You’re kind, funny, very good looking”—there’s no way this is going where he thinks it’s going—”and during that time, I’ve grown to have feelings for you.” She fidgets in her seat like some lovesick teenager. “I really like you and I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime,” she rushes, looking down then back up to Taehyung. 

This is a first. In all his lives, no one has ever confessed their feelings towards him.

“Um.” He clears his throat. “I’m flattered, but there’s someone else I’ve been chasing my entire life.” 

“Oh,” she mutters, looking dejected as she looks down. “She’s a lucky girl.” 

Taehyung wants to laugh. If only she knew. 

Another fifteen minutes go by and he grows tired of waiting for you. Grabbing his phone, Taehyung begins his search for you at the building you said you would be at. He searches high and low, but you’re not there. 

Where the hell are you?

Thinking of all the places you can be, Taehyung begins his search all over campus. It takes him almost half an hour of searching when he finally finds you. His anger is on a whole new level when he reaches you. 

Your back is to him, but he finds you sitting on a bench practically at the edge of campus. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been looking for you for half an hour, Y/N,” Taehyung says, frustration clearly evident in his tone. 

You jump from the sudden break in silence. You don’t turn around to look at him, so he goes to take a seat across from you, but when he sees you, his anger is gone and is replaced with concern and confusion. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” you lie.

“Y/N,” he begins, waiting for your gaze to meet his, “I’ve known you for our entire lives. I know when you’ve been crying. Did you get a bad grade on your assignment?” he asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. 

“I’m surprised you found me,” you confess, trying to change the subject. 

Taehyung isn’t having it. “I told you I’ll always find you. So you failed and that’s why you’re crying?”

You sniffle and scoff, “I wish that was it.” 

Taehyung sighs in slight frustration. “Then what is it?” You’re silent for a while, avoiding his gaze. “Y/N,” he says more firmly. He’s not playing these games today.

You groan in your own frustration. “It’s this stupid guy,” you finally answer. 

Taehyung wants to leave. Of course it is. Of course fate isn’t done playing with him. 

“What? Did he reject you on Valentine’s Day? Should I go kick his ass?” Fuck fate. Fuck soulmates. Fuck all of this!

“If you can kick your own ass then go right ahead,” you reply in an aggrieved tone. 

Taehyung is frozen, your words not registering in his head. “What?”

“Oh my God”—you jump to your feet in pure frustration—”it’s you! You’re the stupid guy!” 

Taehyung rises to his feet as well. “Me? What’d I do?” What the hell are you talking about?

“I sometimes wonder how you can be so oblivious, or maybe I’m not good at showing how I feel.” You run a hand through your hair, that familiar tint of blush growing on your face. “I’m in love with you, Tae—hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. But then I saw Stasia with you, and I heard her asking you out and-and I just couldn’t stand by and watch another person try and win you over when I’ve been standing beside you for years!”

It’s like everything fell of deaf ears after he heard the word “love”. You’re in love with him. You love him. Is this a joke? It can’t be right? Because after what felt like hundreds of lives—life after life of just chasing you, has he finally caught up with you? Is this it?

“—I mean she’s beautiful and funny and talented. I would go out with her, too, if i were you. Anyone would be lucky—” 

In a few quick strides, Taehyung is in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks and bringing your face up to look at him. There’s a look of shock on your face, but he can’t hold back any longer. He brings his lips to yours, and after a few seconds, you kiss him back. 

Taehyung had always wondered if soulmates are real. He always wondered if kissing your soulmate would bind two people together. He always thought it was a tale, but as he kisses you, he feels like the clock within him finally begins to tick. Like his life is finally beginning. His life with you is beginning. No more being reborn. No more chasing. 

He finally caught up to you. 

Tears stream down Taehyung's face as you break the kiss. "What's wrong?" you ask with worry in your tone. 

Taehyung shakes his head, opening his eyes to meet yours. "I've waited so long for you." 

You give him a small smile, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry it took me so long." He shakes his head again and kisses you. It doesn't matter how long he'd have to wait. 

If it's you, he'll wait a lifetime.

[promisesox]

Wild Flowers and Sunlight

banner made by yours truly, @shadowsremedy

➢ description - All it takes is one chance to take his hand, and ask for all things you’ve been wishing for. 

➢ pairing - prince!jungkook x enchanted!reader

➢ rated - nc-17

➢ genre - fluff | angst | implied sex | a bit more fluff | romance | prince!au | enchanted!au

➢ word count - 4.210k

➢ warnings - NSFW for like one sentence | NC-17 | implied sex | there was definitely oral sex | this came out sweeter than i hoped because i wanted to include a SMUTTY scene but it didn’t work out sadly | sappy as fuck get ready to cringe oof

authors note - thank you to @btsgoldnetwork for this chance to join the fantastic golden gift event and push me out of my little hermit cave to talk to someone. @chillingkoo​ VIVI I HAD SUCH A WONDERFUL TIME STALKING YOUR PAGE AND HASSELING GRAY TO SPILL THE TEA ON ALL YOUR LIKES. Greetings I’m Kat your secret valentine, I hope you enjoy this valentine’s gift from me and I wish you all the love and blessings you are so deserving of. I hope you manifest that job you wanted, and give yourself the much needed rest because you work hard and deserve more credit. Happy Valentine’s day luv.

Air filled your lungs, inhaling deeply through your nose as you permitted every muscle in your body to relax. Sparks of color popped in the darkness behind your closed eyelids, letting the rest of your senses heighten among your surroundings. Ears picked up the soft sound of chirping birds, even the rustling of woodland creatures deep in the trees and underground. You could go so far as to hear the sound of crashing water against rocks, the riverbank a great distance away from where you were in the haven of your courtyard. The prickle of grass underneath your fingertips scraped at your skin, but you could feel the slight power surge through from the earth. 

“Feel it, grasp it...” you whispered to yourself, your gentle, commanding words making the wind shift around and envelop your body. The whistle of the breeze in your ear and cool air hugging your skin was the answer you needed to know that the earth was listening and allowing you to use it’s magic. You breathed in again, rolling your neck back before releasing the breath. You almost flinched as you felt the surge of power invade your senses, rushing in and taking a hold of your body.  

You couldn’t help but yelp out from the intrusion, your body falling back to the ground and breaking the connection. You took a second to regain your senses before whining out with a kick of your legs. You finally opened your eyes, slowly, sunlight beaming in your orbs and reminding you of the warmth of the day. Your mouth hung open, taking breath by breath. Nature connection always left you a bit breathless, but you consistently practiced at it to widen the radius of your senses.  

Since you were young, your father would hold you in his arms and tell you the story of how you came to be. You were born with a gift that connected you to the earth, a blessing to the world from nature in human form. You were it’s vessel, but an important child that should not be harmed at all costs. You had the power to let nature speak through you, and use its powers for necessary means. These stories soon changed to reminders as you grew older, tired of the same tale over and over again. Instead of telling you stories about your biological mother, he made sure to remind you the mother you spoke of was nature herself. You learned in your own way to accept that fact, realizing all the small moments when she was watching over you. Whether it was leading you away from potential danger or allowing you to learn about the world around you, you realized you never really were alone.    

With a stretch of your limbs you found the energy to get up, not bothering to dust away the dirt on your short white dress. Locating the abandoned watering can you set to work to finish watering the courtyard garden, giving love to brilliant greenery and flower patches you called friends. Father was off taking care of business per usual, another fact you had to accept in respecting others privacy. That meant spending time here in this place all by your lonesome. You always found ways to keep yourself busy, but you had to admit your heart yearned for something more. A new skill or hobby, a new place to explore or an adventure to take on. Your heart was greedy enough to want it all though the gods did bless you with one thing.

You made your way into the glass house, the humid air welcoming you in with the freshly watered plants you tended to earlier. This was your third favorite hiding place, the courtyard being second. The rusted window sills and ionic columns were worn with years but continued to shelter you with a place to call home. This was something you also learned to accept with time, with a small smile knowing this place would always be here for you. 

You lazily swung the can back and forth as you walked with eyes scanning over the numerous ivory potted plants before your body came to an instant halt. You shot your head up in reaction to the off feeling, but his hands were quicker than your senses to his presence. The grip on your hips had you yelping out following with a squeal as familiar arms wrapped around your waist and picked you up with ease. An instant smile graced your face with the sound of his laughter next to your ear, body being swung in circles. Giggles poured out from your lips, butterflies fluttering about in your stomach before you even had a look at his face. He set you down onto your feet after a call of his name, letting you turn around in his arms and stare up into the brown orbs you lost yourself in every time. 

“Jungkook!” you called his name breathlessly, hands on his arms to steady yourself. 

His smile beamed and eyes softened with the sight of you. “My love.” 

You dug your fingertips into his arms playfully with a crinkle in your nose. “You always come here when you want. What if my father-”

He silenced your complaints with a kiss, desperate lips against your own though they failed to silence your noises. His hands cradled your face before dropping to your arms, taking your breath with him as he pulled away and you with him. You knew exactly where he was leading you and you followed with excitement in your steps. Your hand tightened in his grasp, feeling your heart skip a few beats with every other step. 

Jungkook led you back out into the courtyard, almost running over to the secret hole in the wall towards the right. Behind the thick patch of bushes had originally been a smaller hole only a child could fit through before Jungkook kicked it in to grow wider. The old cement gave way pretty easily which you thought was odd, but it was better than climbing over the wall like he usually did. You were afraid of heights even though he promised he would catch you every single time. Promised to take you out and let you explore to your heart's content. 

This was your number one favorite place.

A fluttering excitement took hold of your heart everytime your body passed through the hole, into the outside from the walls you were guarded in. It made your smile grow wider and your eyes wander looking into the forest you’ve only seen the top of from your place inside. The large pine trees and deep greenery made your heart pound and wonder eat away at your curiosity before Jungkook brought you back to him. 

You took the chance to look him over; a long white sleeve button down paired with black slacks clashed with his muddy worn boots. His gold necklace peeked out from the top opening of his shirt, teasing the smooth, tan skin you loved to press your lips against. You loved it just as much as running your fingers through his blonde locks, soft and fluffy hair blowing back in the wind.

You could gaze at him all day if you had the chance. Nothing invaded your senses like every aspect of Jungkook, except nature connection of course. Nothing compared to being with him. Wild flowers and sunlight, healthy plants and cool dirt underneath your feet. Tea time and good food, or the moon gazing back at you in the night sky filled with millions of dancing stars. All your favorite things but you would choose Jungkook everytime. This was a confession you kept to yourself, a debate you juggled with in your head right before you would fall asleep in your bed. 

You had asked the gods for a friend, and they gave you a soulmate. 

It always had been your father and you in this lonely castle until Jungkook came along to fill your days with new fun. Since the first time you met you always managed to put a smile on your face, ever since that day when you noticed the blonde head poking over the wall. He was a shy gentleman at first, embarrassed from getting caught exploring a territory that wasn’t his own. You had invited him over to keep you company and ever since then he made sure to come by everyday, promising adventures if you let him explore your home. It was an odd request, seeing your home as a rundown, lonely castle though he considered it uncharted treasure. Nonetheless, you let him wander about when father wasn’t home as long as he answered your most curious questions. The two of you spent time together everyday, finding yourself just as curious about him as he was to your home. It wasn’t long before you realized your curiosity of another human being was growing into genuine feelings of attraction. He filled your time when was around and he would fill your thoughts when he wasn’t. 

You were thankful enough to have him around but you were blessed to see he answered back to your feelings. He brought you a new flower everyday though you had plenty growing in your garden. He told you different stories that you hadn’t heard from your father about faraway travels and different lands still yet to be explored. He had a radiant voice that lulled you into a trance and calmed every muscle in your body. He was much more open about his feelings, not afraid to tell you the way he was feeling. His communication was a bit overwhelming to a hermit like yourself, but Jungkook made sure to take it slow until you gave him the consent of being ready for more. You shared your first dance with Jungkook, first kiss, and all your secrets. You even showed him your blessing of nature connection, your heart overjoyed that he didn’t run away when you proved that you could make him fall back with a gust of wind. Jungkook had become your new world in a matter of months, and you never wanted him to go.  

You walked together down the path to the small clearing just a bit away from the courtyard wall. You kept close enough so you could sense if your father came home and rush back before he could notice you weren’t there. Hand in hand you walked with Jungkook, pestering his whereabouts since he hadn’t come to visit in the last few days. He avoided your questions with teasing answers, poking fun at the way you missed him. You puffed your cheeks in annoyance, though you felt something was off when he didn’t meet your gaze. You could have gone out and searched for Jungkook yourself but you were too scared to travel out of your home, too afraid of your father catching you. You left it up to him to come visit and get you, though you disliked waiting on someone else to free you out of your cage. 

You sat down in a shaded clearing, enjoying the flittering sunlight through the trees before you finally caught his stare. You smiled underneath it, the tips of your raised cheeks painting with pink. “What?”

“I’m in love with you.” he answered simply, making you scoff and turn your face that grew more heated. 

“So am I.” You replied back with a huff, feeling his fingers tangle in yours. 

“Come back with me to my kingdom.”

Your head snapped back over to him, expression changed to that of astonishment. “You’re going back?”

It had been discussed many times of Jungkook’s status though you paid no mind to it. He went on about being a prince, but you refused to believe a prince wore clothes fit for a farm worker. Though he was dressed differently today, Jungkook always wore messy, sleeveless shirts and torn pants with the same muddy boots. The only thing dignified about him seemed to be his golden locks and gold chain he kept around his neck. Your father told you stories of kings and queens; and they only wear fine jewelry and high end garments, and demand the utmost respect from all people. But you knew for a fact Jungkook was not from here. He came from someplace far away, and the fear of him going back always laid heavy in the back of your mind.  

He scooted closer, clasping your hands in his before licking his lips and beaming a smile for you. “Come meet my parents, my siblings, my friends. Meet my people and let them see the person I fell in love with.”

You almost didn’t notice your head already shaking, a twitch in your eye as your face contorted with reluctance. “Jung-” 

“I want you to come with me.” He interrupted, voice laced with desperation no matter how much he tried to hide it. The sound of it broke your heart, your shoulders drooping as if you were the one being defeated.  

“I can’t.” You answered, your own voice struggling to go above a whisper. This moment was saddening, though he was still wearing a smile, nodding as if he understood. 

“Why?” 

“I can’t leave my father. He would be lonely, he would come after me - I can’t leave my home.” 

You wanted to puke. The words tasted like vomit on your tongue, disgusted with your own excuses, frustrated that you wouldn’t allow yourself to say what you were feeling. The gust of wind cooled your heated face but you couldn’t let go of the grip you had on Jungkook’s hands. A bile built up uncomfortably in your throat, only making your frustration worst as you gathered up more words to say what words to make him stay -  

“Baby, it’s okay.” Your attention was brought back to him, a cool, comforting hand against your cheek as his gentle words lulled to your heart. You finally realized the burning hot wetness running from your eyelids, down into his hand as the other side ran down your cheek. You pouted, chest shaking with silent sobs as you refused to let the sounds out. 

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” his soft chuckles mingled with your escaped sobs as he pulled you into his chest, a hand on your back rubbing tenderly as the other tangled in your hair and scratched your scalp soothingly. “I have to go back tomorrow morning, but I’m coming back for you.”

You let yourself come undone in his embrace, coming to terms with your emotions and just how in love you are with Jungkook. He hummed in thought to himself, listening to your muffled cries and feeling his chest warm with your tears. “I just don’t wanna leave you. Or more like I don’t want you to leave me.” He chuckled before sighing, “I don’t want to be away from you, is how I should put it. So I promise I’ll come back to you.” 

He smiled, closing his eyes with the warmth of the sun on his face. “I’ll come back, with riches and gold and prove to you I’m a prince. I’ll give them to your father and get down on my knees and beg not for your hand in marriage, but just for your hand to hold. Just to be with you is enough.” 

“I would rather marry you.” 

He blinked his eyes open, peering down at the top of your head before smiling brilliantly, cheeks dusting with red before he smacked a kiss to your scalp. He pecked a few more, unable to help himself in picking face up and smooching your wet face all over. 

*

You couldn’t sleep. You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was evident enough that your mind remained on Jungkook long after you left him at dusk. Endless promises were whispered in your ears as he held you, watching the sun come down. You didn’t want it to end, wishing time would stop for the both of you to enjoy what moment you had right now. You knew that was too much to ask for, calming your yearning heart as he littered tireless kisses against your hands, your palms, the inside of your wrists. 

You heard the soft whistle before you could sense he was there, blinking your eyes at attention before peeling your cover off and going towards the window. You peered down in the darkness, squinting your eyes before your head shot up at the sound of the whistle again. You quickly backed away as Jungkook jumped from the tree, feet first through the window as he latched onto the sill and pushed himself inside. 

“Jungkook what are you doing here?” you hissed, his light chuckles breathless from the risky victory. 

Hands on his knees he brought his head up, unapologetic smile on his lips. “I want to spend the night with you. It’s selfish of me, but I would like it even if it’s by your bedside-”

You didn’t allow him to finish, pulling him into bed with you and adjusting the covers over your body. He barely managed to get his shoes off before settling comfortably in bed with you, cuddling close enough to feel his breath fan against your face. 

“If we make too much noise we’ll wake my father.” you warned, silently thanking the heavens he was here with you once more. 

A small smile pulled at his lips, letting a hand slip into yours to hold. “I’m gonna miss you.” 

“Don’t leave me. Stay.” 

Your mouth opened for the words to come out, but they were replaced as you found the request too selfish to ask. “I’ll miss you more.”

Your heart strings tugged at the softness of his smile, watching his eyelids fall close, his breathless confession against your lips. “I love you. Forever.”

You scooted closer, pressing a kiss against his lips to be followed with another. And another. Pressing insistent kisses against his lips until he was returning them back, taking a breath in as you pushed yourself closer to his body and guided his hands around your own. You deepened the kiss more, having a taste of his mouth with a moan. You could feel his sharp intake of breath, muffling the call of your name as you shifted your positions and climbed on top of him. You kept your lips on his, unsure of where you wanted his hands to go as you kept a grip on his wrists. Jungkook whispered your name again, breaking off your hold with ease and grabbing your face. 

“We don’t have-”

“I want to.” you assured, embarrassment quickly settling in before you added, “If you do.” 

A rush of air left you as you registered your positions had been changed, laying on your back with Jungkook hovering over you. You almost reached up to smooth the crinkle in his brows if he wasn’t gazing down at you with disappointed disbelief. 

“I want you in every way possible. Do you understand that?” 

It took a moment to shake your head, blinking your wide eyes as a beat skipped in your pounding heart. His eyes scanned your face over before he was leaning down, pressing the sweetest of kisses against your soft lips. The taste of him was exquisite, almost following his lips up as he pulled back.  

The look in his eyes had changed, grown dark and hooded as he murmured, “We don’t have to go all the way. But if it’s a matter of making you feel good…” 

He slipped down your body, underneath your covers and you almost found yourself asking what he was doing until you felt hands spreading your thighs gently. An indescribable feeling had you slapping a hand against your mouth, a newfound favorite activity too embarrassing to utter aloud.  

*

You pop your tired eyes open, breathing in deeply as you force your body to move underneath the thin sheet. The bed was despairingly empty on the other side, the warmth that was once there gone cold. You swallowed hard before sitting up in bed, looking towards the open window where sunlight poured in and the sheer white curtains drifted from the wind. He was gone, leaving you with the memory of last night as your final goodbye. The promises he made couldn’t ease the sorrow in your heart as your chest constricted with pain. The pleasant buzz in your body mingled with dejection as you enabled your body to slip from the bed and get ready for the day. 

You continued your daily routine like always, washing up and putting on some clothes, the markings on your body not going unnoticed. You made your bed before brushing your hair, practicing a smile in the mirror, one that Jungkook would like to see. You went downstairs to make some tea for yourself, a morning brew with something small to eat before you went to check on the plants. You’ll tidy up a bit before reading some books, find some inspiration to do a bit of drawing, something you could show to Jung-

Oh, that won’t do.

You stopped yourself in the glass house, closing your eyes and taking a breath in. You wouldn’t last a month if you continued on like this. It was inevitable to think about Jungkook, but the pain that followed with it was unbearable. You loved him, so much, and all you wanted was to be by his side. You wanted to keep learning, keep growing, continue to explore with him by your side. You wanted more nights like last with him, you wanted to wake up in the morning and have your senses drowned by him and whispers love confessions until your voice went hoarse. Why was that too much to ask for? 

You could feel yourself breaking underneath the weight of your emotions, quietly begging for what you should have asked for yesterday. And as your tears fell down your face, with a comforting hand on your back, wind pushed you forward. Coolness wrapped around your body before pushing at your back once more, and almost like a murmur, the tiniest whisper in your ear, your mother spoke to you.

Go. 

You blinked, your crying gone silent as you released the breath you were holding. You turned around and ran back to the steps, racing up to your room as a hopeful smile sparked light onto your face. You crashed into the doorway before making a grab for a yarn woven basket, haphazardly throwing garments of clothes and trinkets into it. You set up a piece of paper onto your dresser and readied a pen and ink, quickly scribbling along the sheet. You didn’t put too much thought into your words, smiling to yourself as you allowed your feelings to flow onto the paper and sign it with your name. A fold of the paper and you dropped it onto the bed, leaving your goodbyes in a letter before grabbing your basket and heading down to go outside. 

You felt like you were gliding in the air, your feet taking you down the stairs and racing through the glass house and into the courtyard. You didn’t bother to worry if your father was home to see you leave, not worried about him stopping you as the new found will pounded in your heart. You went straight for the hole in the wall on the right side of the courtyard and crawled through, readying your senses to find where Jungkook was to catch up to him.

You didn’t have to go very far, and he didn’t have to say it. There he stood, leaning against a pine tree with flittering sunlight beating off his golden hair through the shade. Though he was supposed to leave in the morning he waited for you in case you changed your mind. And the smiles on your faces proved that the two of you were grateful for your decisions.  

You ran straight to his open arms, ignoring the question on his lips after he called your name. You jumped into his embrace and grabbed his face, crashing your lips down on his before he was spinning you around. 

His mouth moved against yours, unable to contain the smile on it, “I love you so much, so much you don’t even know-”

“From now on it’s you. I will choose you.” 

You ran. Ran past the pine trees and deep greenery into the forest. Your senses were fading away from the castle the farther you went, a slow emptiness etching at your heart but just like the promise Jungkook had made, you had done the same in the letter. You would return home one day, as a woman who learned, who grew up, who went on adventures and explored. So you made the promise once more, seeing a chestnut horse galloping over with a call of a whistle. Jungkook set you on top before climbing on back, taking hold of the reins and took the pathway towards home. You leaned back against his chest, taking in the world around you. Wild flowers danced in the soft breeze of wind, the sunlight raining down through the shade of the trees as your senses filled with bliss.

[apotatomashedbybts]

Tomorrow Tonight

Pairing: Kim Taehyung×reader

Genre: fluff; smut; angst

Trope: Strangers to lovers, long distance relationship

Word count: 7.3k+

Warning: kissing, unprotected sex, multiple positions, creampie, breast play, soft bathroom sex, mentions of impregnation

Songs Used: Tomorrow tonight by Loote , Empire State Of Mind by Jay-Z ft. Alicia Keys

Bold lines in the song: Taehyung/ normal lines: Reader/ Strikethroughs: both 

A/N: So I managed to edit the story and added many things, corrected small mistakes (on 18th Feb, 2021). So if you come across this story even after reading it then please do a quick revisit, you'll like it 😊 Thank you for reading. 

Summary: New York - the city of dreams. When you visit the city to work on your dream, you come across a dream who helps you in ways you can't describe, you come across Taehyung. Distance brings fondness, guess that happened to you. But what happens when after loving him for two long years, you think that the dream you saw tonight may continue tomorrow, but not forever. What happens when the dream is not ready to let you go and your love?

[summary written by: the ever talented and the absolute sweetheart Freya @sugarwithtea 🥺💜]

"Improvise your social skills, my ass!" You grumbled and sat down at an empty table in an outside cafe by the street. As you were sipping on the caffe latte your eyes began wandering to the outside street in search of a potential prey.

While scouting for potential victims you sipped on your latte too hard which made you choke on the drink.

"Fuck! As if today wasn't enough! And now THIS!" You cussed under your breath, making sure no one in the cafe, specially the cafe owner, noticed an awkward foreigner choking on the drink that they had put so much effort into making. And the last thing after the tiring day you wanted was to get kicked out from a cafe for spitting out their latte.

New York City… It was your bucket list city. And now that you were here you didn't know what you should do. A week long planning of crazy night life, visiting all the hot spots in NYC, shopping and participating in food challenges for a week long college trip had now all gone down the drain with the stupid projects that your professors gave your class while they were out living your journal page. It had already been four days and all you and your friends were stuck with was attending seminars at The City College and writing assignments.

It didn't feel any different from your own University. The hype of a foreign country had drowned in two days.

The positive things were there though. You did most of the planned things but one at a time, and not everyday. The seminars were exhausting and you wanted them to give you a day off for yourself.

As wished so was granted. On the fourth day seminar your class was given an assignment that stated that you have to go out and ask strangers in the city to be your model and make a portfolio using ten of your best photographs.

"The purpose of this project is to make you prepared for the world out there and take challenges head on! Take this opportunity to improvise your social skills. Just go up to a stranger who doesn't seem to be busy and show them your university ID and ask them to be part of your project, easy right? You will get two days for this project starting tomorrow. You will be given extra points based on this project. Do your best and please don't wreck the remaining reputation that your department has managed to keep till now!" Professor Yamamoto had explained to your class after the seminar. But the one thing that he didn't mention then was that it was an individual project. When all of your friends had formed groups for it your professor had texted you about it being individual. Now you are sitting in a random café in Middle Manhattan, feeling lost in the vast city.

When your professor had explained it everything felt so easy. You had played the entire scenario in your head multiple times. Each time you were confident, the first person you asked agreed to be your model and the photos came out amazing and those were the best in your class and you got praised - in your head.

The reality was different. You had spent almost three hours just wandering around, looking at the people passing by, sometimes just zoning out in the middle of the sidewalk. After repeating the questions countless times in your mind you finally found the courage to walk up to a lady in her 50s who was sitting at a nearby park bench and feeding corns to some pigeons.

As soon as you approached her, with the sweetest smile you could gather, the pigeons that were noshing on the corns flew away. You were surprised but didn't think of it much. But what surprised you more was the expression that lady had held on her face after you faced her. It was an expression you didn't dare to read because they held so much disgust in them that made your spirit droop.

"Young lady, I know it's a beautiful afternoon to roam around but certainly not for scaring away my pigeons. From the looks of it I know that you won't be running around to bring back my pigeons. It must be nice to not have jobs or studies. I wonder what your parents must think of you." Her curt words went through your heart like shards of glass.

As you watched her walk away before you could say anything or defend yourself the smile on your lips turned into droplets in your eyes.

You hated being there. You hated being hated for something you didn't do intentionally.

You dragged your body towards wherever your blurry eyes took you. You wiped your eyes and convinced yourself that it wasn't your fault.

"It's not like those pigeons weren't going to come back and leave the corns. Would it hurt to be a little polite? Why does she care what my parents think of me? Who is she to judge me? What a stuck up!" You consoled yourself and found yourself in front of the café.

Finishing the latte you came out and watched as the sun began to set amongst the shiny skyrises. Something in the terribly beautiful scenery in front of you made you melancholic. It wasn't supposed to be like that. The finger-counted days in New York were supposed to be full of excitement and all the foreign feelings you never experienced in your country. But today it hit like a stone brick that no matter how foreign it was, it was a city after all, with all kinds of people, with different languages but same emotions.

“Even if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams. Baby I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do. Now you're in New York. These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Hear it for New York, New York, New York.” As if coming to an understanding with yourself you began humming Alicia Keys' part from the Empire State of Mind. And quite instantly your mood began to climb stories.

You made up your mind to not give up yet and began searching while making your way to Times Square.

When you were about halfway, outside a Comic Book cafe you noticed a man about your age standing alone looking at his phone, and you made a wild guess that may be he is from your country and hence more approachable.

You made your way to him, praying earnestly for the previous incident not to repeat itself.

You went up to him taking your ID out of your sling bag and asked with that signature awkward smile of yours, practically blurted out like a bullet train, "ExcusemeIwon'ttakemuchofyourtime.IamfromYonseiUniversityPhotographydepartmentandwearegivenaprojectthatisreallyimportanttome.YouseemlikeyouareKorean.SorryforassumimgifIamwrongbutwouldyoupleasehelpmeoutbybeingmymodel?"

A long breath escaped your chest and you made an eye contact. He looked at you with a confused stare and asked, "Sorry, I couldn't catch you. You spoke really fast. It's okay, you can talk to me, I am nice." He flashed a smile that you thought was adorable - adorable in a way that you wanted to squish his cheeks.

His assurance put some drops of courage in your scared heart and you said the same thing but slowly this time.

Hearing you his brows turned into a slight frown and he said with an apologetic expression, "I am really sorry. I wish I could help you but my friends are arriving soon so I can't really help you."

"Ah! It's totally fine. Just my luck." You smiled and waved a bye.

Trudging a few steps ahead along the sidewalk you sat down at a bench by a lamppost. The last hope that you had was gone. But at least he was nice, you thought. The sun had already set and the sky was growing darker but you didn't feel like getting up. You wondered how the people of New York never made an eye contact with another on the road. Everyone was going their own way at an inconceivable pace and probably no one is going to meet that other person who they made an accidental eye contact with.

Thinking of eye contacts your mind wandered off to the boy you met just a while ago. He had those big almond eyes that barely any Koreans have - those beautiful eyes. You wondered if you would ever cross paths again with him and leaned your back, facing the sky. Then you saw him, staring at you from above with an unreadable expression since his face was upside down.

You thought, "Am I already having visions of him?"

But your misconception broke when he flashed that boxy smile at you and waved.

You freaked out and sat up straight. He walked around and sat by your side, "Hey! We met a few minutes ago, remember?"

"Ha ha how can I forget?" Your mind said, but you replied, "Yeah! I do. Where are your friends you were talking about?"

He scratched the back of his head and said, "Got ditched, haha. They won't be coming anymore. So.. I thought your project seemed to be really urgent so I could help you with that."

You were surprised but you thanked the universe mentally for being so supportive.

"You are doing me a huge favour! What do you want in return?" You asked and prayed in your head, "Please nothing weird, please nothing weird."

"Well my friends ditched me.. so you can keep me company for a while. I don't want my evening go to a waste." He smiled.

"Sounds like a deal!" You extended your hand, "Y/n y/l/n."

He shook your hand with that bewitching smile intact on his lips, "Taehyung Kim."

The Time Square was your photoframe and Taehyung was your subject. The beauty of both contradicted each other but in an astounding way. While talking to him all the way here you didn't realise how beautiful and photogenic he actually was. The way his body language changed in front of the camera you couldn't help but wonder if he was actually a model. His eyes changed expressions in a vast way and he knew his body. Each turn, each look, each angle oozed art and you were spellbound.

An hour flew away like water from glacier and at the end when you thought you had enough photographs to choose from you found yourself in a tangled state as all the shots were so high quality that you didn't know which one to keep and which one to not.

"These shots are definitely going to get me an A, if not A+!" You exclaimed in absolute happiness and looked at him.

"Really?" He asked, his lips held a knowing smirk.

"Oh! I know what that smile means. You don't have to be so cocky! I am the photographer." You replied.

"I am so sad that I couldn't be of any help to you. What should I do? This beauty of mine should be washed away by the New York rain!" He touched the root of his nose by his forefinger and thumb and cried in a dramatic tone.

You laughed at his amusing behaviour, "Hey, enough of the drama. I should get going now it's getting late. Thank you for your help."

You couldn't believe that you just said that despite knowing that you didn't want to part your ways yet. This past one hour was one of the happiest hours in your life when you didn't have any sad thoughts for once and you laughed without worries bench pressing your mind.

You looked at him fearing that he will take your words literally and will say goodbye. You knew you won't be able to tell him to stay since you were the first one to suggest to bid goodbye.

But it seemed like God felt bad for giving you a bad day so he was making up by giving you a wonderful night.

Taehyung, unlike you feared, shook his head and said, "Not yet, my friend. You still haven't made up for my modelling fees."

You were about to release a relieved sigh but you swallowed it and smiled as if you were taken aback, "W-what? What do I have to do?"

Taehyung flashed a mischievous smile and said, "You see, there at that corner," he pointed at a lone corner a few metres away, "a number of people come for busking every evening. Anyone can join and I was planning on singing there tonight with my friends but since they left me, all I am left with is you. So your company, I'll take it as a fees."

You were taken aback for real this time. No matter how much attractive Taehyung was, and no matter how much he made you feel butterflies in your stomach, he was still a stranger. You couldn't bring yourself to trust him with all your heart.

"How can I be sure that you are not a serial killer?" You blurted your thoughts out before you could filter them like a clever protagonist of a crime thriller movie.

"Because I am not? Why do you think that I am a serial killer?" He asked, confused.

"Well.. you are not letting me go home and you are taking me somewhere I don't know, being so friendly when I am just a stranger!" You huffed looking away from him.

"Then, if I take into account your reasonings, you seem more like a serial killer to me since you approached me, a complete stranger, out of nowhere and requested me to do you a favor by asking me to spend my precious time on and for you!" He said with a serious face.

"Well.. umm.. you can think that if you want to but I am not the one taking you somewhere fishy!" You said averting your gaze, clearly flustered at the logical comeback.

A slight chuckle left his lips which made you turn your face towards him.

He said, with an amused smile, "You still have a point but see people are already gathering where the busking is supposed to be and there's no way I, a very professional serial killer, going to kill you in the midst of a crowd. Now can we please go? I promise you'll love it!"

The eagerness in his eyes drew you to see for yourself why was he so excited for this particular busking.  

When you reached there you saw what it was about. There was a cardboard cutout stand which read, "DONATIONS FOR THE MIDTOWN OLD AGE HOME ARE WELCOMED HERE. EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO PERFORM HERE. WE WILL PLAY THE MUSIC YOU WANT."

And a box with a small hole was kept under it for people to donate money.

You looked at Taehyung who had a big smile on his face and his eyes sparkled with excitement. And your heart jumped a little. You felt like those anime moments when sparkles float around the person you were supposed to fall in love with. And probably for that reason you willingly let him pull you towards the heart of the cheering crowd.

Taehyung went to the lead instrumentalist and whispered something in her ear and she nodded with an approval. He then took the mic and signalled at the lead instrumentalist who passed the signal to her teammates.

The moment the music started playing a rush of emotions passed your veins and you felt goosebumps on your entire hands; you knew every part of the song by heart. You didn't realise when you gathered so much courage that you waved at him and mouthed, "I want to join you!"

His eyes went big and he instantly took your hand in his and pulled you in front of another standing mic.

I'm feeling foolish just because

You been fooling with someone

Who isn't who they used to be

Someone who isn't me

Whose bad idea was this anyway?

Said that we needed space, we just got closer

Late at night missing the little things

Something as simple as "Baby, come over"

But I can't forget the way you taste

So I pour another shot and I pretend that it's your lips

Chase you down another round until I taste your whiskey kiss

When you're up at 2AM you know that I'll be up in 5

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

I'm feeling foolish thinking 'bout

All the nights that you go out

And the reason I can't do the same

I'm scared I'll call someone your name

Who's bad idea was this

Trying to fix something that wasn't broken

Late at night missing the little things

Something as simple as "Baby, come hold me"

But I can't forget the way you taste

So I pour another shot and I pretend that it's your lips

Chase you down another round until I taste your whiskey kiss

When you're up at 2AM you know that I'll be up in 5

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

Your tomorrow, your tomorrow

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

So I pour another shot and I pretend that it's your lips

Chase you down another round until I taste your whiskey kiss

When you're up and you can't sleep

Because you're still thinking of me

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

So I pour another shot and I pretend that it's your lips

Chase you down another round until I taste your whiskey kiss

When you're up at 2AM you know that I'll be up in 5

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

Let me be your tomorrow tonight

For the entire time you and him sang looking at each other and you felt as if the song was yours and Taehyung’s. As if you were singing the song for one another. The moment caught you in a spiral of emotions that shouldn’t be there but they were. The feelings felt unreal yet true. And you were in love with him - for the time being, yes. 

The loud cheer from the crowd broke you out from the trance like state you were in and you realised you were crying, for no apparent reason, or may be for the reason that you felt what you never had felt; for the reason that you did what you never did, that you put you out there in front of the world even if it's a small part of it.

Seeing your tears Taehyung pulled you into a hug and you cried a little more in his chest, finding the comfort you needed in that warmth.

Your small gig got a lot of donations and even though the busking team wanted to give you some of that money, both Taehyung and you refused. Keeping that aside you two also donated some money of yours to the donation box. It felt as if both of you had a common place you came from for some things and you adored that little connection.

The way from there to the bench you were sitting earlier was short. You sat down with the smile that you wore this entire time not fading a single bit. It was same for Taehyung as well.

A few minutes passed and you watched as the busy Manhattan road became busier with people returning from their workplaces.

Taehyung turned to you and asked, "So what's your plan for next weekend?"

"Next weekend?”,  a sad smile painted your lips and you replied, ”Well I'll be back in Seoul, studying for tests I guess."

"Back to Seoul? When are you going back?" He asked, suddenly alarmed.

"This Sunday." You smiled.

"The day after tomorrow…" Taehyung trailed off and then said, "You study in Yonsei University, right?"

"Yeah.." you said softly and then turned to face him, "You know enough about me! What about you? Is this your hometown?"

A soft laugh escaped his mouth, "I wish! I am from Daegu. You know Kyungpook University? I am a literature student there."

"So you are here for vacation?"

"Yeah. Me and my friends are on a month long trip. We will be staying one more week here, then we'll head back to Daegu." He said, a sad smile that was on your lips a while ago was now on his too.

Noticing the sadness on his face you said, "Do you want to see the pictures I took of you?"

He sensed what you were trying to do so he nodded enthusiastically agreeing to you.

He scooched a little closer to you as you began showing the pictures. You couldn't help but notice that he smelled like lavenders and his closeness made your heartbeat mad. You tried to compose yourself but to no avail. So to distract yourself you asked, "Have you ever thought about doing modelling professionally?"

A light chuckle left his lips and he said, "Yeah, when I was, may be, 13-14 years old."

"Oh come on, be serious! I am asking you an important question." You scolded.

"Not really. I did part time jobs for some local clothing stores though." He shrugged and before you could say anything about it he began talking, "By the way, weren't you supposed to take pictures of New Yorkers? But you ended up taking pictures of a Korean! Seems like you have to come back tomorrow again too, for finishing your project! I can help you out if you say because I took so much of your time today." He looked at you with a glint of hope in his eyes and a mark of smirk on his lips.

"Ah, being prejudiced, are we? Who said a person who looks Asian can't be a New Yorker? Tsk tsk." You held back your laughter as you teased him.

"W-well, I.. I didn't mean that way.." he scratched the back of his head, clearly flustered at your calling out.

You couldn't hold back after seeing his face so you burst out into a series of laughter.

Your laugh took Taehyung by surprise and he looked at you like a lost puppy.

You looked at him and couldn't stop the urge to pat his perfectly fluffy and soft hair, but you refrained from doing it thinking ‘may be in the future’ and said, "I know. And I am free tomorrow so we can meet here. Does 11 am sounds nice? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your friends instead?"

Taehyung smiled broadly as his eyes lit up in pure happiness, "11 sounds perfect! And forget about my friends. They need a payback anyways for ditching me today."

You rose from your seat as it was about time you should head to your temporary dorm now, "That's settled then. Don't be late. I hate waiting. Bye."

You waved at him but he stood up abruptly and said, "Let me walk you to your dorm!"

"Nah! Can't let serial killer know my address!" You chuckled and crossed the road while waving your hand in a vague bye.

•••••••

It's been a month since you came back from New York and as it was obvious enough you did get an A in your assignment. Not to mention the fact that every one of your friends were gushing on the stranger that you managed to make a part of your assignment.

Another obvious fact was that the boy was no stranger to you now because you had exchanged numbers and had been talking nonstop since.

You liked to brush it off as a small infatuation or an attraction caused by an unusual excitement. But deep down you knew that you were falling for him. And it wasn't anymore about his sickeningly sweet smile or piercing gaze or sculpted face; it was about him.

Taehyung, as you recalled in your mid-class leisures, was someone you looked forward to talk to as soon as you got free time, the person who listened to your rants, the person who comforted you, read perfectly between your lines and who always managed to make your mood as you liked it to be.

As the days passed you wondered if you should tell him how you felt about him. The distance, of course, between you two was long but that didn't stop you from loving him as much as you did so you wanted to take your chance.

One day when Valentine's Day was just around the corner, you jokingly told Taehyung how cringy it was for people to wait for valentine's day to propose the one they loved and had a good laugh about it. But after keeping the phone that night you couldn't sleep properly. The idea of going to Daegu on that day and surprise him didn't leave your mind.

You thought it was for the better. If he rejected you then you will try to move on from it. But holding on to the feeling and hanging onto the concept of 'what if I had told him and things were different' seemed much more painful.

On the 14th you took the train after class and reached Daegu at 8pm. You called him from the platform after getting off the train, and your heart made a crazy dance inside your chest. While listening to the ringing of the phone your nervous meter went bonkers as you waited for him to pick up the phone and at the same time didn't want to.

He did pick up the phone. And everything around you went silent.

The hello he said wasn't his usual ones but you decided to ignore it since you couldn't contain your own excitement.

In a shaky voice you asked, "Where are you?"

"What do you mean? Where are you?" His voice shook just as much as yours.

You couldn't shake off the unusual vibe of his voice so you cut to the chase and said, "I am in Daegu!"

"WHAT?" A yell was what you heard. You did expected that word but not in that tone.

So you asked, "What? You are not happy that I am here?"

He sighed, "No.. it's not like that.. do you know where I am right now? I am in train on the way to Seoul... to meet you.."

"Holy shit! So we both..." You sat down on the platform bench and you both started laughing.

"There's nothing we can do right now.. I'll call my friend. You can stay at her apartment for tonight.. let's… let's meet tomorrow at Daejeon. I have something important to tell you." He said calmly.

"Yeah.. thanks.. I'll call one of my friends too.. you can stay with him for the night. And same to you." Saying that you cut the call abruptly as your heart beat like a mad racing car thinking about what important thing he had to tell you.

After spending the longest night you could imagine, on the 15th dawn you took the train to Daejeon that fell the the middle of Seoul and Daegu train stations.

After waiting for about half an hour at Daejeon station you saw a familiar figure run towards you. Seeing him you stood up immediately only to be crushed into a hug by the expected man. He cupped your face into his big hands and stared into your eyes and finally spoke, the words you never expected, "Are we idiots?"

You laughed, "Yes, we are. But I don't mind loving the idiot that is you."

"I won't mind either." He laughed.

"But you kept me waiting." You pouted.

"How can I make up for the mistake, my lady?" He asked, his large hand caressing your cheeks.

"A kiss sounds perfect, though it's only because I love you so much." Your eyes twinkled.

Without wasting any additional moment Taehyung did what he was told.

His warm lips upon yours felt like honey. You closed your eyes, letting yourself drown in the taste, savouring each moment as if you had longed for it for an eternity, as if you had thought you would never get an opportunity to taste those perfect lips of his.

•••••••

Fast forward two years, the relationship was in fact intact.

Long distance couldn't do the harm it was proud of doing most of the times since you and Taehyung loved each other stupidly and stupidity has no limit.

Once a month, on weekend, you or Taehyung visited each other's hometown and spent a day in each other's company. There was no shortage in love. At least not until recently when you started working under Hyein Seo as a professional photographer for her designs and models.

You were tired most of the times and barely got days off when you wanted. You knew it was a cruel industry but still you wished you could afford time. You couldn't afford time for yourself, let alone for Taehyung. This resulted in late resolved fights and too much mental effort from both of your sides.

You knew Taehyung was struggling and was managing time for you from his own job as a teacher and was putting effort in understanding you.

But the more he did that the more you felt guilty and unworthy of his love. You couldn't let him go for he was your pillar and yet the thought of letting him go felt like the right decision for his own good.

You were constantly in a mental battle which bruised you, and left marks on your loved ones. You hated being the person you hated the most. So you decided that it was time to make things easier for the both of you.

Managing a long due leave from your boss you hopped on the train to Daegu.

Taehyung was waiting for you at the station. Seeing you he ran the short distance towards you. His running figure reminded you of that day two years ago, the day you confessed your feelings for each other.

You smiled weakly at him as he pulled you into his embrace. That familiar scent, that warmth triggered the switch you have been holding and you broke into a fit of sobs on his chest.

Concerned, he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, "Hey hey sweetheart, I am here. I know it's been hard but we'll get through it together, hm? Like we always do!"

You felt bad as you saw the love he held for you in his eyes, so you wanted to get it over with.

Keeping your hand on his chest you slightly pushed him away and said, tears still running through your cheeks, "No.. we cannot continue this Tae.. I cannot do this anymore. Let's break up. It's hurting me."

Your words hit Taehyung like a thousand bullets. He immediately held your hands, "What are you talking about? We are doing just fine! I am willing to wait for you as long as you want! I know this is stressful but we will ride through it together!"

You saw the tears in his eyes. You knew nothing was going as it was supposed to go. You needed to do this no matter how much it hurt both of you. You knew you couldn't see Taehyung like that for long before you gave in so you stood firm and wiping the tears you said, "No Taehyung, you don't understand. You are saying we are doing just fine. But I don’t want to be fine! I never wanted to be fine! Where is our ‘good’ Tae? Where is our "happy"? Where is the smile we promised each other? I don't want this anymore. It's hurting me."

His face hardened at your words. The expression that Taehyung wore was something you never expected. He was firm and stone cold and it hinted determination.

Before you spoke another word he said, "Okay then.. I won't contact you anymore."

You didn't know Taehyung would let you go this easily. His words hurt you but you thought this was better than struggling so you said, "Thank you for understanding. I will get going now."

As you turned on your heels Taehyung's words stopped you, "But I want one last thing from you. Please let me spend this Valentine's Day with you. Just this one day. Like today didn't happen in our lives. After that if you tell me to go away, I'll go away from your life without a single word."

"It's still a month away." You mumbled.

"Please.." He whispered as if trying to contain his pain.

He looked up with those big eyes that were holding back the tears. One more second there looking at him you knew you would end up being in his arms so you nodded a yes and went into the train to Seoul.

••••••

A month... It was difficult. You knew it would be but you never prepared yourself for it. You wanted the pain. You wanted the pain to crush you. So much that you could never feel anything anymore. You didn’t want to feel anything that wasn’t Taehyung. And so you locked yourself in a mental prison. Each passing moment without feeling his presence around your mind was a new wound to it. You knew Taehyung would keep his word. So despite how much you look at your phone it was deserted. 

One month seemed longer when you were aware that you will get to be with him after it’s over. You wanted him just as much as a drowning person wants to breath. But it was an evident fact that after breathing it will all be over and this time for forever. The thought crunched you but you stupidly believed that Taehyung will be able to move on even though you couldn’t. A foolish thought it was but the more you thought about the possibilities the more sleepless nights you spent. 

••••••

The sound of the doorbell at dawn jolted you out of your sleep and you cursed yourself for not being able fall asleep the night before.

Dragging your sleepy body you went to the door and asked who it was.

"Y/n it's me." A voice, which you wouldn't mistake for someone else's even in your dreams, whispered.

And just like that you were up on your toes.

Opening the door you were hit with a hug and a big flower bouquet, "Happy Valentine's Day, love."

"Ah, Taehyung!" You got caught off guard by his sudden arrival.  

You scurried across your apartment and tried to fix the mess your sadness had caused.

Taehyung smiled at your busy figure and keeping the bouquet on your doorside table he began helping you clean up the mess.

After half an hour of battle you managed to bring the apartment to a sober state.

For some reason Taehyung being there with you felt completely natural and you wanted to keep the promise you had made, trying your best to not let yourself break from the decision you had made.

After having breakfast at a nearby café you asked Taehyung while walking back to your apartment, "So you have a place in mind you wanna go to?"

Taehyung looked ahead the road and replied, "Just like any other couples? No I guess. I want to spend time with you indoors, only if you have a day off, of course!"

"Well I took the day off because you said you wanted to spend today with me. Just so you know I did extra shifts for three days for today." You huffed.

Taehyung smiled, "You still love me as much as you used to."

"Of course I.." you yelled, and then almost whispered, "do..."

"What was that? I didn't hear you properly!" Taehyung teased.

"Oh come on! Stop teasing me. Or I'll pack you up in a bag and leave you at the station." You smacked his arm lightly.

"Okay okay! I won't. Let's just go home and bake some cakes!" He laughed.

Hearing him say your apartment home pierced your heart. You knew it wasn't your apartment that he was referring to. It was you. And you felt like a cruel criminal for snatching away his home away from him.

The entire morning after breakfast you ended up cuddling on the bed. It was the much needed and most wanted rest you wanted, in his arms, in his warmth.

At noon he woke you up with a soft nudge by his lips on your neck for a quick bath.

The water droplets traced down both your naked bodies and you couldn’t help but gaze at Taehyung’s perfect physique. You watched him intently, memorizing all the curves his body featured, memorising the facial expression he made when he accidentally turned on the cold shower, memorising that heart wrenching sheepish smile he flashed at you after that. 

He noticed you looking at him with tears in your eyes and he did what he always did - hold your face in his hands ever so gently with concern dripping out of his eyes. Maybe it was the warm water hitting your body or may be it was him being so close that you couldn't resist but kiss him. The passion turned into thirst and you kissed him with everything you had to save yourself from drowning. Instead you drowned yourself in him. His taste, God knew how much your heart ached for it. His touch, just like the burning passion between you two, burnt your skin as he left trails of kisses along the nape of your neck, making his way down, leaving marks as he sucked on your soft skin.

The kisses were driving you crazy so you held his face and begged him, "please... Don't tease me anymore."

Taehyung smirked and pinning you against the bathroom wall he lifted you up. Lining his already hard cock against your wet vagina he rubbed it against your clit. Your core burned for attention so you started grinding against his member. A soft chuckle left Taehyung's lips and he moved forward slamming your lips with a wet kiss and slamming his hard dick into you in the process. You shrieked in his kiss at the sudden feeling but he began to move slowly and you adjusted yourself to it.

You felt ecstasy running in your veins having his cock inside you after so many days that felt like an eternity. With each increase in pace the thrusts became stronger making you moan out his name, leaving you wanting for more. Your hips collided in rhythm and the sounds of water droplets added to the sensation. Your nipples were hard from the cold from outside and from the heat you felt from within. Keeping you intact in your position Taehyung sucked on your nipples hard sending electric waves down to your entire system.

After a few minutes you urged him to bend you over. He put you down gently and as you bent over he thrusted into you. Soft moans made its way out of both of your lips and he bent over to cup your breasts. You were close to your climax as your breath hitched and you couldn't keep your legs straight. Taehyung held you with his firm hands and said, "I am close too sweetheart."

"Cum inside me!" Your mind went into a spiral while saying that and your body shook.

"As you wish princess." Taehyung replied and increased his pace.

The sound of skins colliding and moans filled the bathroom as you rode your climax together. You felt Taehyung's hot sperm inside you which made you feel content and warm.

Taehyung sat down on the floor and you sat down on his laps, both breathing heavily, leaving sloppy kisses on each other's bodies.

After a few minutes when you calmed down Taehyung said, "Let me wash you up, hm?"

You agreed with a slight nod. 

••••••

Baking cakes were both of your speciality, you didn't mind how much your kitchen got messy for that. You loved doing it with Taehyung because you knew he'll be there when you'll enjoy the cake and when you'll clean up the mess.

At evening after eating the cake you remembered that you weren't on birth control so you told Taehyung about it.

He immediately wanted to go to a Pharmacy to bring you some but you stopped him, "It's okay. We can go tomorrow. I just want to be with you today, for each moment of it." 

“As you wish my lady.” He bowed his head slightly and proceeded to turn on some music. It was a soft instrumentals compilation. He went over to you and extended his hands urging you to get out of bed and dance with him. You smiled while holding his hand and got up. He softly wrapped his hands around your waist and you enveloped your hands around his neck. The moonlight sipping in from the window lighted the room slightly making it the ethereal place it should be. You looked into his eyes as both of your bodies moved softly along with the music and you forgot every bruises instilled into you. The only thing you remembered was him loving you and you loving him. 

When dawn came it struck you as a lightning that what was about to come. You weren't prepared for it, you wanted it to never come into existence. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to defy reality.

But Taehyung's sweet voice made you wake up into the harsh physical existence.

"Sweetheart.. happy third anniversary! Now get up and wash up. I have a surprise for you!" Taehyung's sweet voice mumbled near your ear.

You didn't possess the energy to say no to him so you obeyed. As soon as you got into the taxi that he had called beforehand he blindfolded you. 

“Are you back in business, Mr. Serial Killer?” You asked as soon as he out the blindfold on you. 

He smiled at your silliness and exclaimed, “Darling, you'll scare the taxi away and I still need to take you to where I want to!” 

You laughed, “Okay okay! The stage is all yours!” 

For some reason you thought that the day wasn't over yet, the day that you never wanted to end.

It was, in fact, over, practically. But Taehyung wanted the magic to continue.

He held your hand after getting off the taxi and held your hand the whole way. You could feel like you were going into an building.

After going up a few storeys he opened the blindfold and you were in front of a newly furnished apartment.

You looked at him confusedly, looking for answers.

He smiled shyly and said, "Last month I got hired by Saint Laurent, Seoul branch.. so I am moving here. And I want you to move in here with me. The thought of leaving you is more scary to me than death. So please don't leave me. I told you we can work it out together, didn’t I? Now that we can stay together, we can stay by each other's side."

“So...”, he knelt down on his one knee and took out a ring, "Please let me be your tomorrow tonight."

You couldn't hold back the tears anymore, so you made him stand up only to hug him and cry in his chest as you always did. He patted your back softly and you replied amidst your hiccups, "You are always my tomorrow."

On your way back Taehyung noticed a pharmacy and asked, “Should we stop by the pharmacy?"

"No." You shook your head lightly, "I want to keep the baby if I get pregnant. I...”, you looked into Taehyung’s eyes, “want to start my family with you."

"Sounds like a plan!" He smiled and kissed your forehead.

"A foolproof one." You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder, your heart full with all the love you ever needed.

~THE END~

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This is a two-day event hosted by BTS Gold Network in celebration of hearts day and white day! With this event, participants will have the chance to give AND receive a gift -- in the form of an edit, a fic, you name it!

You, our lovely participant, will have the chance to pick your preferred person. So if you wish to give a gift to someone who will appreciate getting a fic with their desired prompt, or an edit that they want to see and the same goes the other way around. That way, we’ll make sure everyone is happy and comfortable with their person!

Participants are encouraged to message their person ANONYMOUSLY once you have their name and url. Through this, you get to know their specific preferences and have it tailored to their tastes! 

Aside from being assigned your person, you will also be assigned a reveal date. You will know if you get to post it on the 14th or the 15th! Please take note that the reveal dates are all part of the event.

WHO CAN JOIN?

Everyone! This event is open to the members of BGN, and the members of the nets we have collaborated with for this event. All you need is to read through this post and find the instructions and sign up form!

WHAT ARE THE RULES TO JOIN?

Be a member of BGN or one of the networks we are collaborating with, so see if your net(s) is right here! @ficswithluv​, @bangtan-headquarters​, @bangtanshadowfamily​, @btswriterscollective​, @btsbookclub​, @kwritersworld​, @kpopficsnetwork​, @ksmutclub​, @bangtanarmynet​

Read through this post, reblog and save for future reference!

TIMELINE OF THE EVENT &  PROCESS:

24 January - Posting of the event

24 to 31 January - Opening of sign up forms - Reblog this post and sign up through this form!

1 to 15 February - Official run date of the event - This is when you guys ideally start talking to your person, sending them encouraging  messages and asking for their preferences!

14 February - Reveal date #1 (for those assigned on the 14th)

15 February - Reveal date #2 (for those assigned on the 15th)

PROCESS:

SIGN UPS:

Sign up with this form starting from 24 January to 31 January. Once you do, wait for one of the BGN Admins to message you about the event regarding further instructions and the name and blog of the person you’re assigned with.

Once you know the person you’re assigned with, you can start messaging them! Send them nice messages until D-Days, ask them their preferences. That way, you’ll know what you can prepare as a gift for them! 

BUT do not reveal your identity. It is a surprise for D-Days.

D-DAYS:

Posting and giving of the gift are strictly on D-Days ONLY. Participants are given either of the two days. Please take note of the day you’re assigned with! It’s all part of the theme <3

Please note that usual net rules apply, as we have collaborators, take note of your network’s rules when it comes to your gift (especially fics) and the preference of your person!

When posting, use the tag #BTSGoldNetGoldenGiftEvent!

If you have questions or concerns, please message the BGN Admins!

Our main goal is to host a fun event, so make sure you DO have fun! To our collaborators and participants, thank you and we are excited to see the outcome of our event!

- Your Goldsmiths x

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GOLDEN GIFT MASTERLIST

An official wrap up to our first ever event, here is a masterlist of all the beautiful works made with our first event! Again, thanks to everyone who supported us -- our lovely members, affiliates and of course or participants!   Tomorrow Tonight (kth, mxr) by @apotatomashedbybts 

Always Find You (kth, mxr) by @sunkissedjk

Wildflowers and Sunlight (jjk, mxr) by @promisesox 

Definitions of Love (kth, mxr) by @taegularities 

Rockstar Yoongi (moving mood board) by @taemaknae