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i. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

chapter one : art gallery ⤑ taehyung’s generosity does not begin and end with money. it is something else entirely when his diamond rings scratch between your legs.

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 13k

⌁ warnings; mentions and usage of vape, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mullet!taehyung (yes, bestie this is a fucking warning), dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, ass enthusiast!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, jealousy, praise kink, daddy kink, hand kink, corruption kink, clit rubbing, finger sucking, cum tasting, begging, teasing

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ও a hundred thanks to cam ( @sunshinejunghoseokie ) for making this pretty, pretty banner for me!! and a special massive thanks to sammy ( @chateautae ) for encouraging me, motivating me, reading and betaing this all along the way and to eva ( @nottodayjjk ) for happily reading this over and betaing so wonderfully!! I love you all so much and will forever be grateful for all your help and support!!

Kim Taehyung is never late. At least, that’s what Google tells you when you look him up. For every interview or business meeting, Taehyung arrives between thirty minutes to an hour early. It’s been rumored that he will pace the agreed meeting spot and closely watch how the others operate. A nameless employee at Brooks Brothers Incorporated once reported that he had spotted Taehyung lurking around the company building, strolling through the floors so naturally, they didn’t notice it was him until he reached the top floor. When questioned about what he was doing, the employee could only answer: He’d just walk and watch and sometimes just stand and stare.

Taehyung later debunked the rumor, despite the employee’s words, insisting that it was only good manners to arrive early. I am not in the business of wasting my time, he’d said - well, according to his exclusive with Vogue anyways.

You shift in your seat, thankful your nerves always pushed you to arrive all too early for your appointments too. Swiping out of the Chrome app on your phone, you tap on the dating one. Dating is possibly not the best way to describe Sugar Rush. You are not exactly dating on the app as you are trying to find someone who is willing to pay your student loans off until you can find a decent job. Technically, it’s a Sugar Daddy app. And it took you a long ass time to find someone you can provide company to that did not involve getting naked.

Taehyung was a close call. He did not use his real name at first, only a V. And, like any sane person, you did not believe him when he told you who he really was. Though you were not completely familiar with him, you were with his name. Bangtan Industries dominates most, if not all, news outlets, magazines, billboards and conversations. You regret mocking him for trying to use such a powerful man’s name in order to win over your company, cringing at how you tried to save yourself when he sent you a photo of himself that you couldn’t find anywhere on the internet.

Tapping on the chat, you re-read the address for the tenth time, confirming that you are in fact in the right place. The quick scroll takes you back to those embarrassing moments of attempting to recover from your mockeries.

[V] : I’m Kim Taehyung.

[angelcake] : I’m Dora the Explorer.

[V]: That’s not remotely clever.

[angelcake] : Says the liar.

[V] : I’m not lying.

[angelcake] : Shall I call out the Map and point out the bullshit to you?

[V] : cute.

[angelcake] : Oh! Maybe Backpack has a bullshit detector we can use!

[V] : I doubt a children’s show would use such vulgar language.

[V] : I am not lying.

[angelcake] : What the fuck would Kim Taehyung want with a sugar baby?

[V] : Pull that Map out and have it direct you to where we already discussed that. I am not a man who likes to repeat himself.

[angelcake] : I don’t take orders from liars :))

[V] : has send a photo

[V] : since you’ve been silent for the last 10 mins i take it you believe me now.

[angelcake] : I always believed you.

[V]: Says the liar.

He seemed amused. You hope he was amused. Really though, who could blame you for questioning him? Kim Taehyung is untouchable; his company’s logo is printed on every other screen. Creating revolutionary software can do that to a reputation.

Now that you think back to the conversation before his confession, you must acknowledge that your relationship with him had never been normal - not to sugar daddy standards anyways. He had entirely different priorities. He did not want to meet-up and simply requested to chat online. When you told him you were not up for any sexting either, he told you that wasn’t at all what he was looking for. He just wanted to talk. He would send good morning texts and goodnight ones too. He would wish you good luck on your job interviews and ask if you needed a hand with the applications. After long days he would ask about your day, and you his. You’d ask if he had eaten, knowing he tends to get so caught up in his day, food usually slips his mind. Then after that final goodnight, two thousand dollars would be credited to your account. Once on a particularly hot August day, you had reminded him to stay hydrated, tacking on a set of pink hearts at the end. He sent you an extra thousand then and there, adding a little black heart to his final message for the night later on.

Your heart still flutters every time he sends one of those hearts now. He was never an expressive man, never really liking to use emojis before picking the habit up from you. Even then, they were bare of any affection until that text. A part of you wants to tell him that at this point, you do not check up on him throughout the day for the money but because you genuinely care. Admitting so will only jeopardize the relationship though. You’ve been each other’s exclusive partners for a little over six months now - per his request. It’s helped you pay off your loans more than having multiple sponsors has done. You cannot risk it all now when you’ve finally made some progress. No matter how many times his name popping on the screen makes you smile.

The gallery falls quiet. You look up from your phone to find it empty. From your seat in the middle of the long hall, you search through the exhibit for someone, anyone. It was packed with viewers seconds ago. You recall a little girl tugging on her mother’s skirts to be picked up so she could see the art better and a group of friends mimicking the poses of statues for Instagram photos. Now, not even the security guards who scolded those teenagers from touching the art linger in the hall.

Heavy footsteps redirect your attention to the exhibit’s entrance. A form fitting, black turtleneck sits under his matching coat, button undone. Hands shoved in his pockets, Kim Taehyung walks towards you. He looks like he came straight from a meeting. His long hair is combed back and curled behind his ears, but a strand still manages to dangle before one of his eyes. His eyes. Why does he look at you like that? What normal person holds such intense eye contact?

You stand to greet him, smoothing out the short skirt of your white dress. The fabric is breathable even while it hugs your frame. It’s one of your favourites since the sleeves are long and fall off your shoulders. They poke out of the brown checkered blazer coat you threw on after taking a step out of your apartment to find autumn has arrived.

His attention bounces around your face first, fixating on the white beret then your glossed lips. Then, it falls down to your shoes, raising a brow at how you styled the brown oxford heels with white socks. He drinks in your figure next, gaze lingering far too long around your hips. The usual instinct to pull your coat around yourself does not kick in. Maybe your gut brushes it all off as curiosity rather than something more.

You just don’t understand. No one has ever paid such close attention to your fashion sensibilities before.

When he meets your gaze again, a little smirk tugs the corner of his lips. “Morning,” he greets when he’s about an arm’s length away.

Tall, he easily towers over you. It’s his deep voice that makes you feel so small though. You swallow thickly, peering up at him through your lashes. His photos are astonishing, you have never been able to deny that. Up close, however, you find that very little editing must have taken place after every photoshoot. He looks computer engineered. No… science could only dream to create someone so perfect.

“Morning.” Your ego coils at how meek your voice sounds. Clearing your throat, you attempt to regain your composure and steadily ask, “How did you know it was me?”

“The name suits you.”

You try not to blush. It’s a losing battle when your shy smile gives you away. He seems pleased with himself when you cannot meet his eye anymore. Slightly tilting his head with an all too proud smirk, he watches you fluster over his words. You hate how easily you’ve lost yourself. When behind a screen, it’s easy to come up with something witty. You don’t have him watching you so intently.

Licking your lips, you force yourself to look back up at him. Your pride is desperate for a recovery. You tilt your chin down and exaggerate the way you gaze at him through your lashes, sweetly replying, “I know.”

The innocence laced in your voice rights his head and darkens his eyes. “You’ve been waiting long.”

It’s not a question. You suppose the rumors are true. “You’ve been watching me.”

“Aren’t you wary of meeting strangers alone?”

“I didn’t think we were strangers.”

“We aren’t.”

“So, what’s with the third degree?”

There’s something in your tone that makes him swallow thickly. His Adam's apple bobs as he stares.

You raise a brow at him, impatiently waiting for an answer.

That smirk widens. Wordlessly, he turns towards the wall, directing his lethal stare upon the displayed artwork instead. Entitled Spoiled Dessert, the nineteenth century painting depicts a fallen angel with wings made of rotting cake. Icing smears her face.

“Have you been here at night?”

“I’m not a woman who likes repeating herself,” you echo his texts, ignoring his question.

Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder, bottom lip between his teeth. Nodding his head towards the art, he silently requests your presence beside him. Hoping it will result in some sort of reply, you obey and move to stand next to him.

“I asked one question,” he says, looking back to the fallen angel. He’s having trouble keeping his smile at bay. “How is that the third degree?”

“Because I said so.”

The attitude in your voice piques his interest. He raises a brow and turns his body towards you. There’s less space between you this time. You’re craning your neck to properly meet his gaze. Expensive cologne floods your senses. You suddenly take note of the short dangling pearl earring on one of his ears. The channel logo glimmers in tiny diamonds where the stud meets skin. Whatever confidence you once held wavers under his steady silence.

When he parts his lips to speak, his warm breath fans over your face. It smells of cherries and cream. “I was just curious. Is there a problem with curiosity, Angel?”

He has used the name countless times through texts, specifically when wishing you a good morning or night. To hear it though, straight from those all too close lips and spoken in an all too deep voice, churns your stomach with a desire you have trained yourself to ignore. You clasp your hands behind you, feeling weak until you remember that he simply said your name - well, the name you gave him. There’s no need to completely lose your senses over something as plain as that.

This is not personal. This is a professional endeavor. He asked you to meet to discuss using your company for events his board members force him to go to. That is all you will do. There will be no more pausing, thinking, or dwelling on his attire, or voice, or the way he can’t stop fucking staring.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ which makes him lick his lips for some reason.

“At night, the moonlight comes in from the ceiling,” he suddenly explains, flickering his gaze upwards to the peaked glass letting in the mid-morning sun before continuing, “And these paintings come to life.”

“They come out of the frame?”

Taehyung laughs. Your heart warms. “God, no. This isn’t the Tales of Magic Shop.”

You’re not sure what he has against a great franchise, but brush off his mockeries to get the answers you need.

“They just move. This one here,” he says, looking at the fallen angel, “flaps her wings as she falls.”

You try to imagine it; the closest thing you can muster in your mind is something similar to a gif. You wonder if bits of the cake fall too? Is there weather? “Doesn’t take from the art itself?” you think aloud.

Taehyung raises his brows at you. It’s hard to believe no one else has wondered either, so you’re not sure why he looks so surprised. Schooling his features, Taehyung clears his throat and gestures to the bench you were sitting on before. He sits far enough away that another person can fit between you. With the way he spreads his legs, however, you wonder why he didn’t just put you in his lap.

Not that you would want that… or even like it.

He gazes at the painting again and confesses. “I thought that too when I first created it. But the board has been pressuring me since I declined the international contract with China.”

An article headline flashes before your eyes. You don’t remember all the words, having fixated on the fact that he lost out on about half a billion dollars on that deal alone. Coming from a less than credible source, the tabloids never really getting anything right, you thought it was all lies. You don’t doubt that he had a plausible reason not to take the deal. Taehyung is clearly a man of values. The stress on his face and exhaustion in his tone compresses your heart with sadness. Online it was easy to detach yourself from him and the pressure of his work. It’s much harder when you’re met with it face to face.

Resting a hand on his knee, you dip your head a bit to catch his eyes. He stares at where your hand rests instead. “You read about it.”

Again, he is not inquiring but insisting. What always gives you away, you wonder. What makes him so sure?

You shrug, “Just saw a headline in passing.”

He quirks a quick brow, as if to say he figured, then reverts his attention to the floor. Words are not usually so far away from you. There’s always a comment to be made, always something to, at the very least, mock. The way he reacted though, festers your chest with shame. You haven’t done anything wrong, but you just feel bad that you googled him. He wasn’t really at the top of your list of interests before this - not directly anyways. V was always a priority. The cardboard image of the powerful Kim Taehyung was most definitely not.

You remove your hand, clutching onto the edge of the bench instead, and stare down with him. The shiny black of his shoes highlights the purity in the white marble.

“They needed something new - fast. I had this drafted but…” he trails off with a sigh and a little shake of his head.

You peer back at him. He’s already staring. Though you probably saw that coming, your cheeks still grow hot. Desperate to regain control over yourself, you say, “In a way, it is kind of like honouring the art.”

He smirks. “Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s like revolutionizing the past into the future.” You sit up straight the longer you talk and he listens. “If they were here, they’d love how you made their art real and something more than an object of admiration.”

He can’t hide his smile. Or, perhaps, he stopped trying to. He nods when you finish talking and grabs your hand in his. His touch is gentle, like the wrong move will bruise you. His hand is somewhat rough. It feels as though it may have once been calloused but treated, regaining whatever softness it probably had before. Looking into your eyes, his own crinkled behind the apples of his cheeks, he says, “You’re pretty cute when you’re full of shit.”

Seriously, what the fuck is your tell? How does he always do that? Okay, perhaps that is not your first opinion… but is in an opinion you hold. So you are not entirely full of shit. You don’t have time to tell him all this however, that tell of yours confirming his suspicions.

Still, you attempt to salvage what little pride you have left. “I’m serious!”

“Me too,” he says, mimicking your slightly whiny tone. He chuckles to himself when you playfully glare.

Taking your hand out of his, you cross your arms and turn to face the wall. He only laughs harder. You have to curl in your lips to keep yourself from smiling at how adorable he sounds. It’s very rare that you’ve seen photos of Taehyung smiling, let alone laughing. The realization heats your cheeks all the more.

“Come on, Angel. Don’t be mad,” he coos all too happily. His voice borders on condescending. You aren’t a fan at how much it tightens your gut with pleasure. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts, using a finger to flip some of your hair off your shoulder. You shyly meet his gaze. That boxy smile of his doesn’t waver. “You can tell them all this yourself when you come with me to the opening on Friday.”

You drop your arms in your lap, back straightening. Though you already knew he was going to ask you to accompany him to an event, you didn’t think it would be so soon. All the money he gave you has been split between rent, bills and your student loans. You don’t have the funds to shop for new clothes. Even if you save some for yourself from whatever he will give you tonight, you won’t have enough to buy something worthy of such an expensive event.

Taehyung’s amusement falls from his face when he notices your hesitance. That smile once lighting up his face is replaced with a scowl as he furrows his brows in confusion. “Did you change your mind?”

“No,” you rush to say, grabbing one of his hands with both of yours. “No, Tae - Can I call you Tae? Do you prefer Taehyung? Or should I just stick with V? I mean, you call me Angel and I’m not complaining or anything. I’m just saying that you use my screen name so I think I should use yours? Unless you prefer Tae-”

“(Y/N),” he cuts you off, voice thick with authority. He’s holding onto your shoulders, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Take a breath, my God,” he somewhat teases.

It’s now that you realize he’s been calling your name… your real name. You don’t remember giving it to him.

“You can call me whatever you want,” he reassures while brushing his thumbs soothingly against the curve of your shoulders.

Slightly quirking your head to the left, you ask, “You know my name?”

He pauses mid-stroke. With a swallow, he nods. “I may have looked you up too.”

“How?”

“On the internet.”

You deadpan, picking up on his mocking tone. “I mean how did you know to look me up? I don’t use any real information.”

“You have your name on the void cheque.”

What void cheque? “The one I put in the app?” you question. “I didn’t know they shared that with sponsors.”

Taehyung licks his lips. His eyes flicker to the floor for a second. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was debating on whether or not to tell you the truth. “They don’t…” He clears his throat before continuing. “I may have hacked it to run a quick background check on you.”

Did you expect anything less? Should you have? The man owns one of the biggest software companies in the world. Technology thrives to adapt to the pace he sets, not the other way around. The fact that he needed to ensure you will not jeopardize his empire does not bother you. You would have done the same. In a way, with how actively you googled him, you pretty much did the same thing.

But if what he is saying is true, then he knew exactly who to look for when he came in here. “I thought the name just suited me.”

“That’s not what I said. I never said just.”

“You implied it.”

He smirks, that amusement colouring his features once more. “So, what’s on your mind? Do you not want to come?” he asks, seamlessly changing the subject.

You let him do so. Your attention is fixated on the way his hair falls over his eyes anyways. Resisting the urge to brush it out of his face, you focus on his questions instead. How exactly do you tell him you're broke without sounding like you’re fishing for money? Are you even fishing for money? Meeting his gaze, you realize it’s kind of odd taking money from him now. He’s a friend. You don’t feel like you should be paid to be friends.

Taehyung fixes your hat for you as he waits for you to answer. You blink at him when he curls your hair behind your ear too and tilts his head at you. Softening his voice, which somehow makes it sound deeper, he reassures in a whisper, “You can tell me, Angel.”

“I want to come.”

“But..?”

You have to ask him how he can always tell when you’re withholding information from him later. Sucking in a deep breath, you decide instead of awkwardly fumbling around the topic of money, you will ask for exactly what you need. “I don’t have anything nice enough for an event like that. And I don’t know where to start with finding one.”

A relieved sigh escapes him. “Is that all, Angel? I can take care of that for you.”

“You’re sure?”

He falls silent for a moment. Ghost of a smile hovering over his lips, Taehyung searches your eyes. You wonder what he’s looking for, if he can see you’re still holding something back. If he does, he doesn’t vocalize it. Instead, he quickly quirks a brow and nods. He does that a lot, you notice. His brows have bounced you into his thoughts, or what you assume are his thoughts, all too often in this conversation for that not to his tell.

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand redirects your attention to his lap. You have both your hands in one of his and they only just cover a little more than half of it. They’re so big, vein laced and perfectly manicured. You didn’t think well cleaned hands would pique your interest so much, but here you were, staring at his hand and becoming increasingly aware of how uncomfortably wet your panites seem to be getting.

He squeezes your hands. It's not too hard; it’s just enough to pull your eyes back to his. He’s staring, searching again. The action is not as intense as when he greeted you. It’s softer and gentle and content. You’re not sure how long you two have been sitting here, gazing at the other. The thought doesn’t trickle in your mind until a security guard walks back into the exhibit hall. He stands at the door and waits for Taehyung to acknowledge him.

“Duty calls?” you ask after he nods to the guard.

Taehyung offers half a smile. “I have an early lunch with Berlin,” he explains. His hand is still in yours though, thumb still brushing softly over your skin. His face suddenly lights up like he remembered something and he begins to pat down on his coat. Your hands feel cold and you have to convince yourself that it's the autumn chill, even while indoors, and not the fact that his hand isn’t warming yours anymore. They still rest on his thigh, however. His thick, muscular thigh, restricted in pants so tight, you’re sure it would feel like it was bare if you ever sat on it. You flush within yourself at how that thought has not surprised you in the slightest.

Pulling out a pink velvet box, Taehyung draws you out of your thoughts. He offers you it, but you can’t seem to move. Lips parted, eyes wide, you can only stare at the gift. You already told him, more than once for that matter, that he does not need to pay you extra for meeting him outside of this arrangement. You told him it was all part of it, that you are willing and comfortable to talk with him because you too enjoy his company. It’s been a while since someone other than your roommate, Mrs. Chu, asked you about your day and if you’ve eaten and how your family is doing. It’s been a while since someone cared enough to check up on you throughout the day. It’s been a while since you had a friend.

“You can’t possibly hate it yet. You haven’t even opened it.” Taehyung jokes, gesturing the box closer.

You give him a pointed look. “I said no gifts.”

“You said no money.”

“Did you steal this?”

The renewed attitude in your tone makes him smile. You can’t help but do the same, hoping a raised brow and crossed arms would be enough to still maintain the impression that you are in fact still mildly annoyed with him.

He drops his hand on his thigh and rolls his eyes. You bite your lip at the sight. After peeking a glance back at the guard, who is suddenly all too captivated by the glass ceiling, Taehyung leans in closer towards you. You get another whiff of cherries and cream and he whispers, “Angel, we have an agreement. Are you not my baby?”

The fact that he dropped the ‘sugar’ from that sentence makes you flush. Being called his, being coddled so casually has you leaning in closer towards him as well. You lean your hands against his strong thigh and nod.

With a widening smile, he asks, “By definition, I should be spoiling you.” Again, he offers the box. “And for a girl who once had fifteen sponsors at the same time, I know you adore being spoiled.”

The app does not offer that information on your profile. He must have found out about that during his background search. That only makes you flush all the more. Even with fifteen, you have never been so connected with a sponsor like you are with Taehyung. You debate on telling him that as you take the box from him. But the reminder that this is just a job cinches the words at your throat.

A string of pearls gleam under the mid-morning sun that seeps in through the windows above. Breathless, you can barely form the words to thank him let alone remember what the hell you were just thinking about. You’ve been wanting pearls since you saw your grandmother wear them at a wedding when you were young. She was shortly robbed a few years after, the pearls forever in another’s possession. The memory consumed you when Mrs. Chu was recounting her college years. She said she wore pearls with every outfit back then. It triggered a sprilling search of pearls online that you dream to afford.

A little gasp escapes you, tears welling up in your eyes. “How did you…” You trail off, the familiar lump in your throat warning you that your voice might break.

He rubs the back of his neck. “The app tracks your ads,” he confesses.

Of course it does. You’re not even fazed at how that technically is a violation of privacy. A choked chuckle escapes you. You sniffle, looking back down at the pretty, soft pink pearls.

“I actually went ahead and put up some firewalls around your account so it won’t track what you do on other apps anymore,” he adds. “Anyone could’ve been able to get your information otherwise.”

“I don’t think anyone can ever do what you do,” you reply through another chuckle. You just can’t believe it. He wanted to get you something. And not just anything, but something you actually like.

He blushes. The sight makes you chew on your lip and you immediately redirect your gaze back to the box. In the midst of admiring the pearls again, you notice the clasp is a diamond lined channel logo. It matches his earrings. You pull the necklace out, the diamonds scratching at the pad of your thumb.

Taehyung takes it from you and unclasps it. “Turn around,” he orders in a soft whisper.

You do as he says, giving him your back and bunching up your hair in a sloppy, makeshift ponytail. The pearls are cool to the touch, decorating your neck gracefully. You bring a hand up to touch them, not quite believing it all just yet.

His lips just graze the shell of your ear. “Let me have a look.” His voice is so gentle, you could almost swear the sentence sounds more like a plea than a command.

Fighting off a shiver that dances the length of your spine, you drop your hair and face him once more. In the steadiest voice you can muster, you ask, “Pretty?”

Taehyung admires how it drapes around your neck with a little smile. “The prettiest.”

Shutting the box and shoving it into your purse is the only way you know how to hide your heated cheeks from his view. You are not a child. You are not some little school girl who unravels at the simplest of compliments. But, he thinks you’re pretty.

“I really have to go now,” he sighs before getting up.

You shoot up from your seat with him. “Right. Berlin is waiting.”

He nods. Silent. Looking. You fidget under his undivided attention.

“Text me when you’re home, yeah?”

You nod. He cups your chin and a rush of embarrassment poisons your chest at how fast you straighten your posture. He’s staring at your glossed lips. You think for a moment that he’s going to kiss you. You wonder for a moment about how soft his lips are.

He traces the curve of the pearls instead. Then, he drops his hand. “Bye, Angel.”

“Bye, Tae,” you, rather pathetically, squeak. You wait until he’s out of the hall before rolling your eyes at yourself.

Mrs. Chu is not home when you return from the grocery store. Stumbling into the kitchen, you drop the bags on the table to be greeted with her neat cursive. You’re not sure why she won’t just text you. You’ve got her a good deal for her phone plan, looping it in with yours now that you’re able to afford it. You even bought her the latest model and set up all her contacts, putting your own number as the first speed dial option just in case. Still, she won’t even look. Well, not for long anyways. She’ll scroll through Facebook and haggle her grandchildren just because she can, then switch on the TV with an all too satisfied smile. She’ll try not to cackle at their mildly resentful responses as she flips through the channels.

Deary,

I snagged a hot date at the auto shop for tonight, so I went out with Minho for a new outfit. I put the leftovers in the fridge. Don’t wait up!

Oh! And a big parcel came for you while you were out. I had them put it all in your room. Whoever he is, keep him! Have fun at your party!

Mrs. Chu

You ignore her comment about Taehyung, not sure how she deduced the gift is from a man, and focus on the rest of the note. How she managed to convince Minho, an honours college student, to drive her around looking for new clothes is beyond you. Though, you know how persuasive she can be. If she sets her mind to something, nothing can stand in her way.

Picking up the blue pen, you wish her good luck on her date and thank her for accepting the package on your behalf. You haven’t ordered anything, but you remember the women at the boutique Taehyung referred you to mention something about sending the finished dress in the next couple of days or so. You draw a heart beside her name and then pin the note to the fridge with a magnet. In case she doesn’t have her glasses to read your response, the heart should be enough indication to let her know you got her message.

You start on the long process of putting away the groceries, annoyed to find that there is already at least one of whatever she had listed for you to buy in the pantry or fridge. You kick yourself for not double checking before leaving. Mrs. Chu has a hoarding problem. You knew this before being roped into living with her. She says she simply hates when she is craving something and does not have the sufficient amount of ingredients to make it.

“That is a tragedy I refuse to be a part of,” she said when you questioned her about it.

It is a terrible feeling to crave something you cannot have. You found it was better to agree with her at the time. However now, as you try to shove everything in its designated spot, you’re starting to rethink that stance.

With a fold of the reusable bags, you shove them in another reusable bag that hangs by the garlic stocks and shuffle your way into your room.

A rack of plastic covered dresses takes up the length of your small room. You trip over the boxes of shoes placed right in front of it as you try to maneuver your way to your bed. An array of Tiffany bags sit upon your comforter. You tilt your head in confusion. Recalling your conversation at the gallery, you distinctly remember telling him you needed an outfit, meaning only one. Why there’s five different dresses, with five matching shoe boxes and Tiffany blue bags is beyond you.

[angelcake] : For a genius you have a terrible memory

[V] : I know it’s not your birthday so what are you talking about?

[angelcake] : Why are there a hundred dresses in my room?

[V] : five.

[angelcake] : I asked for oNe

[V] : We have more than oNe event to go to. You’ll need more than oNe dress.

You can’t help but smile at the way he mimicked your emphasis on the word one. That little dose of amusement is soon replaced with anxiety. He never mentioned other events. You have four others to go to now? What if you don’t do a good job tonight? What will you do with all these dresses and shoes and jewelry? Those diamonds you know he bought are going to be the hardest to return, you can already tell by the way your palms itch to grab the blue bags.

[V] : Don’t like my taste?

He adds the emoji of the winking face with its tongue sticking out. You use it when you tease him. It makes you smile all too hard at the screen. Glancing at the dresses, you realize that you haven’t even really taken them in when you entered, too astonished by their general presence. They range from shades of off-white to soft pink. Each one has a little card stapled to the flimsy plastic cover with the event name, date and time stamped on.

You pull out the one you picked out for the art gallery. A satin white dress drapes to your feet. The seamstress took your suggestions for the skirt, cutting in a tasteful slit on the side that shows just enough skin to be deemed acceptable. The bust looks a bit wonky being that the dress is strapless and hanging onto the hanger with the thinnest strands of ribbon you’ve ever seen, but it still looks beautiful. Reading the card, you notice a little 1 in the bottom corner. You find the sequence of numbers on the other dresses. The shoe boxes and bags follow the same theme.

Laying the dress on your bed, you grab the shoe box labeled with a 1 and open it to find the strappy shoes you picked out. He styled the other four. Curiosity nags you to peek at the corresponding Tiffany bag. It’s tiny compared to the others. You open it to find large diamond studs. They’re twinged a sheer rose gold. A pleased giggle tumbles out of you. You’ve never worn diamonds before. You’re sure they’re going to weigh down your earlobes but you're excited to wear them all the same.

You stare back at the chat. Unsure what to say, you figure expressing your gratitude is a great place to start. You add the revolving heart emoji for good measure. He replies with a black heart.

[angelcake] : Thanks Daddy.

[V] : Of course, Angel.

Taehyung has been waiting outside of a black car for thirty minutes now. You peek out your window every few minutes, worried to find him huffing, puffing and ready to blow this entire night off. Instead, you find him calm, collected, and all too still. He looks like a statue, well cut in that black suit and gleaming under the moonlight. You should have gotten ready earlier. Or maybe you should have just stuck with your first makeup look. The whole night has just been daunting, weighing heavy on your chest with anxiety. Thoughts about looking good enough, let alone presentable, lap around your mind with every curling roll you pull out of your hair.

What if you’re overdressed? What if you’re not wearing the right shoes? You compared the ones you picked out with the ones Taehyung did. They don’t look remotely the same. Why did he pick open toed heels for the third function and not the fifth? Why did you just let him pick everything out to begin with? You groan, exhausted with your own thoughts before flipping your up and hair to perfect the loose, blowout curls you’re going for.

By some miracle, it doesn’t look horrible. With the hair finally finished, you’re able to take in the outfit in its entirety. You’ve somehow managed to channel a 1950’s beauty queen persona. It’s not exactly what you were aiming for but it looks good all the same. God, you hope it looks good.

Grabbing your phone and lip gloss, you realize you forgot to pick out a purse when you were at the boutique. You know damn well you don’t have anything expensive looking, let alone something that matches your outfit. Nor, you realize, do you have the time to look. You’ve already kept him waiting longer than you promised.

You check your notifications. They are empty of the cotton candy logo. You click open the app and check your messages, thinking it might be a glitch. He has not texted since he told you he was on his way. He’s been standing out there for half an hour and has not had the urge to ask you to hurry up. It fills your chest with shame along with the already growing stress.

[angelcake] : I’m sorry. I’ll be right down~

[V]: Take your time.

[angelcake] : Trying to find a purse.

[angelcake] : nothing matches!!

You add an array of sobbing emojis and broken hearts, hoping they point to the shred of humor you have left in you that is somehow keeping you sane.

[V] : You’re sure?

[V] : You can put your things in my pockets if you’d like?

You smile at how he didn’t wait for you to confirm, already offering a solution. It wouldn’t be so bad putting your things in his pockets. The idea only gives you more reason to remain glued by his side other than the fact that you don’t know anyone there at all. Eyeing your vape, which sits on the edge of your vanity, you try to wrack your memory for a purse you know you don’t have. You’re fine with Taehyung keeping your phone and lip gloss safe. You’re not quite sure what he would say about your occasional smoking habit. You haven’t listed it on your profile. The interest isn’t listed on his either. You’ll be damned if you have to leave without it though. Sometimes it’s the only thing that helps keep you grounded.

Snatching the vape, you tuck it into your dress, just between your breasts. It’s thin enough to fit seamlessly and right within reach should you need it.

[angelcake] : How big are your pockets?

You know you will only be handing two relatively small things, but teasing him is always just so much fun. You smile down at your phone as you shut your lights off and leave the apartment. He replies as you’re locking the door.

[V] : We can always stop somewhere and pick one up?

[angelcake] : just one or oNe?

You manage to hurry down the stairs and get to the lobby in time to watch as he rolls his eyes at your text. A smile is hovering over his lips as he types. His driver emerges from the car, circling around to Taehyung only to be waved back to his spot behind the wheel.

“Sir, I can get the door for you,” you hear him say when you open the door.

Taehyung only stares. It’s not charged with the same tender intensity you received at the gallery the other day, but rather with annoyance. The driver returned to his seat. You’re not quite sure what that is about, but you’re thankful you have not been on the receiving end of such a lethal look.

The click clack of your heels redirects his attention towards you. Whatever anger he once held disappears from his features. His jaw slacks, eyes widen and you hear his breath hitch as you approach him. Growing hot all over, you don’t register the cool evening breeze under his gaze.

“I know I’m late,” you say as a way of another apology. “I just didn’t know if this was the right look. I mean, how big is this thing anyway? When I went to openings in college, it was much more lowkey and I think our professor came in jeans. So, I had to redo my makeup and-”

“You look beautiful,” he cuts you off with a chuckle. His attention lingers on the string of pearls around your neck. “The prettiest.”

If your face wasn’t hot before, it is now. Did he not hear you or is he just saying what you want to hear to make you feel better? He must see the questioning on your face as his hand traces your frame from your cheek to your waist. He pulls you closer to him, forcing you to crane your neck to maintain eye contact as he looks down at you. Your cheeks ache from the constant smiling and, no matter what you do, you cannot regain control over your features. It’s especially hard to do so when his body is practically pressed up against yours.

You hold onto his shoulders, the hand clutching your phone and lip gloss simply resting against him. Taehyung notices and wordlessly takes them from your hand to put them in his pocket. You hold onto him properly now, swallowing thickly. This is just a job, you remind yourself. This is just a job and just for a night. You can handle yourself for a night, right?

A little freckle rests just under the tip of his nose, just above his right nostril. You didn’t notice that before, it’s not very clear in any of the photos. You spot a similar one under his left eye, in his waterline. Ignoring the urge to touch them, you clear your throat and take a step back.

Taehyung does not question your actions. He keeps a straight face, removing his hands and opening the car door instead.

The car ride is quiet. You’re not really sure what to do or say and cannot hide behind your phone as it sits in his pocket. Pressed up against his legs, which seem to always spread so wide when he is sitting, you inspect your nails. Before getting your measurements, Taehyung had told you that he booked you an appointment at some nail place, confessing that he noticed you were browsing some when he sneaked a peek at your ads. He paid for a new set of elegant french tips. The usual white however is jeweled with rows of tiny swarovski diamonds. The women told you how they were to inform you that you may come at any time during operating hours and get them changed whenever you’d like.

Taehyung slips his hand in yours. Bright rubies sparkle around his fingers under the passing streetlights. You look up to meet his already lingering gaze.

“You’re not usually this quiet,” he notes, rubbing your hand with his thumb again. If nothing else, you want to remember this feeling.

You shift closer to him as your hammering heart calms. “We’ve only met once. How do you know how I usually am?”

The playful glint in your gaze pulls his lip between his teeth. He glances at your lips for a moment before reminding you, “We’ve been talking for months. You’re most chatty at night.”

It’s true. Your brain has always been more active during the night than the day. It’s usually when you get the most work done too. You like how he knows this about you. It warms your chest and relaxes your tensed muscles as you roll your shoulders back before further leaning into him. He doesn’t seem to mind it, slightly tilting his head as if he’s prepared to caress you with his whole body. It feels so comfortable and casual, it’s like you’ve known each other for years.

“I’m so nervous,” you confess in a whisper. “The only art gallery I’ve been to was the one on campus, which I think is half the reason why my professor showed up in jeans. There was amateur art and just a bunch of people who were as clueless as I was. I don’t think I’m the right per-”

The furrow of brows cuts you off. He doesn’t look as angry or annoyed as he did when he was silently scolding his driver, but the mild implication of his vexation still lingers. “Angel,” he practically coos, tightening his hold on your hand. “Everyone there is just as clueless. They’re just better at hiding it.”

The heavy layer of anxiety resting on your shoulder slowly sheds at the realization that he’s right. No one really knows what they are doing. The entire “fake it till you make it” concept is ruled by the one percenters. And, judging by the way he’s holding onto you, you know you’ll have Taehyung by your side all night. Your nerves still linger but do not charge your veins with worry or fear as intensely as they used to.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you mutter, peering up at him through your lashes. “You’re a great friend.”

The party is already well underway when the two of you arrive. Taehyung warned you about the cameras as the driver pulled up, but you did not think they would be as severe as they were. You kept your head down and tried to ignore them though still, as you sip on your champagne in the refuge of the grand exhibit hall, you can recall every last blunt question about who you are and what Taehyung thinks he’s doing with you.

“What do you think?”

You look up from the rim of your drink to find three board members of Bangtan Industries staring at you. You blink at them, offering a little smile. What the hell were you talking about again? The one in the glasses works in the film department at the gallery, you remember Taehyung introducing him because he mentioned something about a new silent film that the department was working on. You can’t remember his name though and he wasn’t even the one talking to you so that information is rather useless. When they look between each other, confused by your silence, panic takes over and you laugh. Very loudly. Their bewildered looks only make you laugh harder. The one in the glasses suddenly joins you, turning to his colleague who then also laughs. By the time they are rocking with laughter, Taehyung reappears by your side.

“Didn’t I tell you she was fun?” he asks, face expressionless. Had it not been for the hint of tone in his voice, you would have assumed he was being sarcastic.

You’ve come to find, within the hour you’ve been hovering around different circles of well established people, that the Taehyung you met days ago, the same one who showers you with gifts and physical attention, is not the same Taehyung who stands before these businessmen tonight. No, the moment you exited the car, Taehyung became Kim Taehyung and all hints of vulnerability diminished from his features. He does not put his hands on you, does not look at you too long as he bounces between circles and talks shop with people you just know he has no real interest in. When he comes to check up on you like this, it is merely to redirect you to another group of people who, shockingly, have openings in their departments they are willing to fill. You’re starting to think that he did not ask you here to accompany him, but rather to help you get a job.

You suppose that’s thoughtful… enough.

“...And she laughed at you, Arthur. What do you think that says about your company?”

You hadn’t realized they were talking. Maybe you need to lay off the champagne for the rest of the night.

“I think it means we can use new voices on our team,” Arthur says as he turns to you. He smiles and pulls out his card from his pocket. “Give my office a call on Monday. I look forward to seeing your resume on my desk.”

You force a smile, accepting the card with a humble thanks. The men disperse, leaving you alone with Taehyung. Carefully glancing at him, you try to hide your discomfort and hand him the little piece of hardstock.

“Keep it safe for me?”

He gives you a peculiar look. “Something the matter?” he asks, taking the card and shoving it in his pocket.

“Mr. Kim?”

A woman in her mid thirties derails your conversation as she approaches you two - well, actually she simply approaches Taehyung. She makes it a point to emphasize the sway of her hips with each step. She has kind eyes and a pretty smile, looking beautiful in a shimmering gold dress. Her attention narrows on Taehyung however as she offers you her back, icing you right out of whatever conversation she plans to have.

“We missed you at dinner the other day,” she says in a near whine, wrapping her hands around his arm. The gesture tightens your chest with pain. You ignore it before your mind can label the feeling to a concrete emotion.

Taehyung bounces a single brow to acknowledge her presence as he pulls himself out of her grasp. “Had a meeting,” he explains, looking to you before she can get another word in and adding, “Have you met, (Y/N) (L/N)?”

Her smile wavers when she turns to face you. Those kind eyes swim with unease as she attempts to regroup her expression. “No, I haven’t.”

Hints of anger taint her tone. You’re nervous to return the smile but do it all the same.

“Mrs. Geraldson is Arthur’s wife,” Taehyung explains as a way of introduction. “(Y/N) is a new graduate of SGU.”

“Business?”

“Double majored in English Lit and Art History,” he corrects.

You want to for the life of you ignore the hurt in her eyes, in the way she can’t keep them off him, but you can’t. It jumbles your stomach with nausea and you find yourself downing the last bit of champagne in your glass. You turn to a waitress walking by and place your glass on her tray to find her glaring at Mrs. Geraldson. Her gaze then flickers to Taehyung. You recognize the longing immediately.

This playboy reputation was not reflected in your Google searches. You’re not sure if it would have made a difference if it did. You would have still shown up, still played the part of the perfect date. It’s clear this is not the detail that weighs heavily on your heart. You don’t want to hear this from newspapers or magazines or the tabloids. He should have told you his history if it was going to be present at the event. He should have told you what he was leading you into.

“Is that right?” Mrs. Geraldson asks, tilting her head to meet your distant gaze.

You really need to learn to multitask if you’re going to survive the night. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you try to smile. It’s now that you realize Taehyung has left the conversation, forcing you to converse with his ex alone. At least, you hope it is his ex. He cannot be serious.

“You met him at SGU,” she repeats. “In the campus art gallery?”

You figure that’s better than a sugar daddy app. “Yes,” you smile with a nod.

“When?”

You’re taken back by the sudden aggression in her tone. She must have noticed your disarmed look, clearing her throat and forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Since you’re not sure if he had already told her, you opt for a vague yet truthful answer, “Recently.”

She pauses before falling completely silent. You watch as her gaze drifts to something behind you. When you follow her line of sight over her shoulder, you find a tall, beautiful professor already glaring at her. She then shifts her anger towards you before returning to her conversation.

“Might have to get used to that,” Mrs. Geraldson dryly chuckles when you look back at her.

“Excuse me?” You don’t mean for it to come off so haughty, offering an apologetic smile right away.

Mrs. Geraldson seems to understand. Whatever hostility she held against you falls as she returns the smile and says, “Taehyung is… well-rounded.”

You swallow thickly, knowing she is using her words carefully.

“You’ll have to get used to that if you’re willing to stick around,” she explains.

“Thanks for the heads up,” you sigh as she picks up a glass of champagne from a passing server. “Would you excuse me?”

The moment she nods, you make your way down the hall and around the corner. You’ve been here enough times to know your way outside without actually having to be outside and if there’s one thing you need right now, it's a dose of fresh air. Mind reeling, you try to keep your pace leveled as you weave between conversationalists.

You just can’t believe he didn’t tell you. This whole time you thought that the two of you were friends. Yes, maybe this is a job but you don’t hold a job the way Taehyung holds you. You don’t throw someone into their job without briefing them about what they are being thrown into. He didn’t lie to you but, with the way your chest aches and stomach turns, it sure feels like he did. Mrs. Geraldson is kind too. So very kind that if there wasn’t some sort of history between her and Taehyung, you feel like maybe she could’ve been someone you would turn to during dull parties like this. You almost feel bad for invading her relationship, even though she is pretty much cheating on Arthur.

Climbing up the stairs to the fifth floor, you try to push all other thoughts about Mrs. Geraldson and the rest of Taehyung’s sexual history out of your head. But then the horrible thought of him being that intimate with them plagues your mind. You could not have found the balcony sooner, rushing through the dark hall and pushing the glass doors open.

A breath of fresh air followed by a gust of cold greets you as you lean against the railing. The balcony juts out of the building enough for you to see the party rage on. The floor to ceiling windows don’t make it that hard either as golden light seeps out before the city.

You pull out your vape from between your breasts, so thankful you thought of stashing it there and taking a long drag. As you exhale, you dump all thoughts of those other women out of your head and focus on the horizon. You’ve never seen the city from this height. The grand peaks of parliament cut through the clouds, buildings light up and stars just barely sparkle.

A jacket drapes over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold. You don’t need to look back to know who it belongs to. The familiar, expensive cologne is enough indication.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he says as he leans against the railing with you.

You take another drag. Words don’t seem to come to you and even if they did, you’re not sure you have the strength to say them. You’re hurt and that’s all you can think about as you breathe out a heavy dose of smoke into the air.

“Are you upset with me?”

There is a sincerity in his voice that you cannot ignore. When you finally meet his gaze, you find the twinge of hurt in his eyes too. The vindictive part of you wants to tell him that it really sucks when friends hold out on each other, doesn’t it. But your rational side knows better than to explode on him when you pretty much have no right to.

You’re not dating him. You’re not his girlfriend. You’re just some girl he met online. You miss being the girl online. You miss being trapped in those pink and white walls of the chatroom where only the two of you existed.

“Are you sleeping with Mrs. Geraldson?” You find yourself asking.

Taehyung glances at your vape. He pulls his own out of his pocket, much to your surprise, and takes a puff before nodding. “I was. I cut it off a few months ago.”

You’re taken aback by his honesty. If he had nothing to hide, why didn’t he tell you this all before? “How many?”

“Eight.”

There’s no overlap, you can’t help but conclude. It somewhat eases the pain poking at your heart. “And the server?”

He chuckles as the next cloud of smoke escapes through his nose. You press your legs together at the sight and find yourself having to remind your body that you are upset with him.

“That was so long ago, I don’t even remember her name.”

“And the professor?”

“Which one?”

The fact that he has to ask makes you scoff. You turn back to the view, shifting your weight and sucking harshly at the tip of your vape to keep your emotions from spilling all over the floor.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“Of course, you don’t. You’re a man.” You internally cringe at your tone and pointed words. It’s a low-blow. You’re fully aware that it’s a low-blow. You might as well have slapped him and told him to go fuck himself.

He stands to his full height, glaring down at you as he asks, “What does that have to do with anything?” He’s using his business voice - the one he uses with all those people he hates.

“It means you don’t think with your head.” You beg yourself to stop talking. Every word is becoming a bullet.

He towers over you, forcing you to stand straight too and face him. The sheer dominance of his stance already makes you cower, but his gaze is what makes you squirm. Heavy with ire, his eyes darken as he glares. Another bout of smoke escapes through his nostril. Your thighs rub together, eases an itch between them you are having trouble to ignore tonight.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he hisses. You shiver. “I didn’t cheat on any of them. Before it started I told them it was just sex and once I found you, I cut off all ties. So tell me, what grand crime have I committed for you to think it’s okay to talk to me like that?”

When he lines it all up like that, you find it hard to hold onto your anger. Furrowing your brows, you pout and turn away from him, but he grabs hold of your shoulders and forces you to face him once more.

Locked under his harsh eyes, you can’t help stomping one of your feet and blurting out, “I thought we were friends!”

“We are friends!”

“So, why didn’t you tell me all this before? Between my apartment and the gallery, you had all that time to say, ‘oh hey, a bunch of girls I fucked are gonna be there. I’m not fucking them anymore but just a heads up in case they try to corner you.’”

He does not find your impression of him amusing, deadpaning at the sound of your foolishly deep voice. He parts his lips to explain himself, but you don’t seem to be done just yet.

“And then you leave me alone with her. You actually walked away from the conversation and left me alone to find out that half of every department in the city has been in your bed.”

“No one has been in my bed.”

“So now you’re denying it all?” You let out a dry chuckle, shaking your head at him before taking another sip of your vape. He’s unbelievable, completely unbelievable if he thinks he can sneak his way right out of all this by lying right to your fac-

“I’m not denying anything. I’m just saying no one has been in my bed. And for fuck’s sake, stop bouncing around like that! If you need to go, just go. We can finish this conversation after.”

It takes you a moment to realize you have been bouncing around in place. Then, it takes you another horrifying moment to realize why. You don’t have to go to the restroom, not for the reason he thinks anyway. Throughout the argument, you’ve been rubbing your thighs together, pressing them tight and trying to relieve the wet tension between them.

You swallow thickly, shrugging his hands off you and turning back to the cityscape. “I don’t need the washroom,” you insist.

“You look like you do.”

You thought you’ve stopped your legs, but the daunting realization has only made you ache for a… tender touch all the more. “I don’t,” you repeat through gritted teeth, stilling your legs and sucking another round of smoke.

After a moment of silence, his voice drops an octave as he whispers, “I think you do.”

The jacket around your shoulders begins to suffocate you under the wave of heat that follows the humiliation festering in your chest. You shrug it off, not too concerned with its worth or the soft clatter of your things as it hits the floor. You’re squirming again, clutching onto the railing to stabilize yourself long enough to say, “I can assure you that I don’t.”

Taehyung leans his back on the railing beside you, resting his elbows casually as he looks down at you. “I can go if you’d like to do it here,” he teases with a smirk all too cocky for you not to glare at.

“This isn’t funny, Taehyung,” you whine. It only feeds his amusement.

“It happens to the best of us, Angel.” His tone is condescending. He doesn’t even try to hide it. You can’t believe how hot that fact is making you.

“Taehyung, please,” you beg as a way to ask him to stop being so crass about the situation.

He takes the plea differently and raises a brow. “Asking for help?”

You hate how you hesitate. He waits patiently amongst the silence. The smooth jazz of the party drifts between you but isn’t loud enough to shatter the tension. “I’ve never…” You trail off, feeling that familiar brust of humiliation coil around your heart again.

Taehyung nods. “You’re a virgin, I know.”

You’re certain whatever makes that so obvious is the same thing that always gives you away when you’re trying to hide something from him. With that in mind, you think there’s no use in trying to keep this from him too and admit, “It’s not just that. I’ve never really touched myself before.”

Taehyung is quiet. Too quiet. For far too long. All amusement drops as he stands back to his full height and with the most shock you’ve ever seen in him. “So you’ve never-”

“No.”

“Not even-”

“No.”

“How about-”

“No.”

His eyes almost fall out of their sockets as he asks, “You’ve never watched porn?”

“What? Of course, I have!” you shout back. When he opens his mouth to question your previous answer you add, “I didn’t know that’s what you were asking. I just want to get this whole night over with. I’m horny and upset and you should have told me, okay? You’re my friend and the least you could’ve done was tell me! But, all you wanted to do was ignore me all night and leave me with exes I didn’t even know you had and make me so unbelievably horny I can’t even enjoy a smoke, let alone stand straight!”

Taehyung lets you get it all off your chest, shoving his hands in his pockets as you rant. He does not cut you off nor look at you with that usual challenging stare. His eyes are instead filled with concern and understanding. You almost feel bad for shouting, heaving by the time you get to the end of your sentence.

“You’re right. I should have told you,” he says with a nod. “We are friends. I should have taken you with me when I left. I don’t think I should have left at all actually. I’m sorry, Angel.”

His words are all you need to let out a heavy sigh, your frustrations falling out with it. His use of your nickname only reminds you of the dampening issue of your panties. You squirm again. He doesn’t fail to notice.

He gazes at your hips, asking, “Seriously, why don’t you just do it? You’ll feel much better.”

“It’s not the same,” you say before you process the words. When he raises a brow for more information, you explain in a voice so tiny, he has to lean down close to hear you, “I just know it won’t be the same as someone else’s touch.”

He pauses. He stares. He bites his lip then matches the volume of your voice, saying, “If you’d like, I can help you.”

The mere thought of it makes you shiver. He fights off a smirk. It only proves his sincerity. Had he only wanted to mock you or embarrass you for your feelings, he would have. You take a step closer, too shy to meet his eyes as you mutter, “I don’t want your fingers in me though.”

His lips rest right by your forehead. You can feel his warm breath against your hairline as he whispers, “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He uses a finger to tilt your chin up so that he can peer into your eyes. “I’ll only do as you ask. Are you sure about this, though, Angel?”

The softness of his voice has you sinking your body into his. You clutch onto his chest, the white dress shirt bunching up in your fists as you try to balance yourself. You’re so horny, it aches. Your clit throbs, and you have to press your thighs together again to keep from moaning. Nodding your head, you look up at him through your lashes and whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

Taehyung is sure, but gentle in his handling of you. He starts his hands on your waist and pulls you close against him. When you gasp a moan at the soft impact, he drops his hands to your ass. You tighten your grip on his shirt and burrow your head into his neck to be tsked at.

“Eyes on me,” he orders in a whisper.

That’s probably the worst thing you can do, you realize the moment you look back up at him. He’s watching you so tenderly, carefully, like you’re a little thing of porcelain that can break at the slightest wrong look. It makes you pout.

He jiggles the cheeks of your ass, getting a feel for the weight and how each one bounces in his hand. It coaxes a whiny moan out of you too. No one has touched you like this. No one has regarded you with such devotion. As he hooks one of your legs around his waist, you hope and pray no one other than him ever will.

Taehyung leans your back against the railing. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting out shaky breathes when his hand snakes between your body to cup your sex. You press your lips together to hold back a moan, but it fills the silence anyways, high-pitched and desperate as ever. His brows bounce at how wet his hand becomes from the first touch alone. He gives your panty-clung pussy a little brush with the tips of his fingers and you squirm at how dark his eyes get when his pupils are dilated.

“Are you teasing me?” You ask in a voice too weak, it borders on pathetic.

He nudges your nose with his. “I wasn’t trying to,” he breathes as a smile takes over his features. “Do you want me to rub you from out here?”

You shrug. You can’t imagine it would be as extraordinary as having his fingers against your bare clit. Pulling him closer, you swallow thickly and timidly ask, “What feels better?”

He gives you a pitiful look. “You tell me, Angel?” He all but coos as he slips his fingers around your panties.

The first brush of his middle finger on your clit makes your eyes roll, the right one twitching in the process. Lips against your chin, he moans. You aren’t sure why and don’t have the time to think about it, as he rubs you again and again, adding the tiniest sliver of pressure each time.

“God,” you gasp. Your hips roll on their own and it makes Taehyung tighten his hold on your ass.

As you whine at the harsh grip, he smirks, “Daddy will do just fine, Angel.”

If his hand wasn’t circling around your pussy right now, you would’ve tossed him a playful glare. “Now, I know you’re teasing me,” you pout, voice sounding so small and whiny, you almost don’t recognize it as your own.

He laughs and quickens his pace, using all his fingers to rub you. His diamond rings scratch at your inner thighs, and you find that it tickles. You can’t help a giggle the fourth time it happens. That whimpery, giggy ripple of air makes him groan. Taehyung further presses himself against you. His bulge rests against your other leg. From that mere impression alone, you just know he’s fucking huge.

It makes you moan.

“Does that feel good, Angel?” Taehyung asks as he rests his forehead against yours.

Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck!” you whimper. Your hips are moving on their own, rolling into his hand as he continues his ministrations. “Dad-dy feels so g-good!” Shortly after that embarrassing confession, he rubs you especially hard and your mouth falls open.

Taehyung opens his mouth too. He hovers it over yours and moans along with you, mimicking your breathy, whiny sounds like he too is being pleasured. Then he tilts his head, just like he would if he was kissing you and moans louder.

“Pretty little Angel is gonna cum, isn’t she?”

His voice is fucking sinful. He sounds all too cocky, all too smug as he pretends to be concerned. He’s babying you because he can… because he knows you like it.

You’re not sure how to tell when you’re close, having never been close before. But, there’s a build up at the pit of your stomach and your pussy just keeps clenching and clenching. You know you’re getting wetter because you can hear the squish and splash of your arousal moving around his fingers. You’re getting louder too. You’re getting so loud, you’re sure the whole city can hear you.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “That’s right. Fuck yourself on my hand, Angel.”

You didn’t realize that you’ve been gyrating against his hand this whole time. You’ve been too consumed by the ecstasy coursing through your veins, buzzing your nerves with desire and anticipation.

“Oh my god,” you cry, throwing your head back. “Daddy! Daddy!”

Taehyung presses his lips to your chin. “So good, little Angel,” he mutters before pecking the tip of your nose. “You’re my good, little Angel, right? You’re fucking my hand so good.”

You squeal at his words, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The action offers you his scent, and it’s not that usual cologne you smell but rather a musky cross of black anise stars and sage. Your tongue acts on its own, you try to convince yourself, and licks at his skin before you suck on it.

“Mmm, it’s okay, Angel. It’s okay to cum,” he breathes into your hair. “You can do it. I know you can.”

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re so close. You’re so sure this time. You can feel that build up inching towards your pussy as you rut recklessly against his hand.

“Sweet Angel,” he whispers, lips at the shell of your ear. “My sweet, horny little Angel. How long have you been wanting this? Hmm? How long has my Angel been waiting to cum?”

“Too fu-cking long, Daddy!” you cry. You pull your face away from his warmth in the crook of his neck, pressing your forehead against his. “I really wanna cum! I re-really do, Dad-dy!”

“I know, Angel,” he purrs, brows furrowing with understanding and concern. “You can cum on my hand like the good, little girl I know you are. Go on, Angel. Cum for me.”

You prove him right in a matter of seconds. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud, high-pitched moan as your body trembles in his hand. You feel your arousal rush out of your pussy and all over his hand, the wet splatters sounding filthier. A vigorous wave of euphoria floods your mind and ears, Taehyung’s sweet encouragements becoming distant and muffled.

“That’s it! That’s it, baby. Cum on Daddy’s hand just like that,” he kisses your head, “That’s my pretty, pretty Angel!” He groans, continuing to rub you even as you spaz and quiver in his hands.

You must have almost fallen right out of his grasp because the hand that was kneading your ass shoots to your waist and cradles you close against him.

Tears soon spill from your eyes, the pleasure of his hand on your clit becoming unfathomable. You grab hold of his wrist and pull your hips away from his hand. He catches onto your silent request to stop and instantly removes his hand from your slightly overstimulated pussy.

Your legs fall from his hip, but Taehyung keeps you standing with his tight hold of your waist. Legs trembling, you quiver against him. You just came. You really just came. You never thought the first time you come would be at the hands of someone like Taehyung, someone so obsessed with your pleasure, it fuels their own.

Heaving, you start to come down from your high as your hearing returns to you. The reality of your actions hits you again… You just came. Shame heats up your face as you look down at his cum covered hand dangling by his side. “Fuck, I’m so sor-”

Your apology is cut short as Taehyung brings his wet hand to his mouth. He holds your astonished stare as he sucks. Your mouth parts as you watch his tongue loop around, licking up between each finger. He pulls them out and asks, “Want a taste?”

Words fail you. Voiceless, you simply part your lips wider. You taste sweet, brows shooting up.

He mimics your expression with an amused smirk. “Good, right?”

Your tongue swirls as you nod.

Taehyung lets you suck a bit longer before finally pulling his hand away. He holds you close while waiting for your uneven breath to regulate. The wind whips at your collided bodies, pushing your hair in your face. He gently brushes it back behind your ears. The gesture almost makes you want to continue your laboured breathing just so you can be held a little while longer.

When you’re finally back to normal, Taehyung places a chaste kiss upon your cheek, whispers, “Good job, Angel,” and picks up his jacket before guiding the both of you back downstairs.

He holds you close for the remainder of the night, his large hand resting on the small of your back. Guiding you around the gallery, he begins to introduce you as his Angel. His interest in you results in more than just polite small talk from others. You catch Mrs. Geraldson by the grand window.

Her face is drained of colour.

tags : @marcoazz2 @complexmolecule @whats-good-ross

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youmistme · 3 years

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Our Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

✑ Genre: Angst and fluff (beginning has some angst.)

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, thoughts of breakup.

✑ Words: 2.5K

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual?

prequel- Her Love in two lines

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines

(THIS FIC IS NOT ANTI-ABORTION!! )

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour! Don’t take a fanfiction to heart.

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

Three days, it had been three days since you saw those two stripes on the test. Three days since your world seemed to have tumbled over, every possible solution out of the window.

Your trembling eyes couldn’t believe it as you held the pregnancy test closer to your face, blinking, again and again, to make sure what you saw was true.

Of course, flukes happen, you knew that very well, so you grabbed two more tests just to make sure it wasn’t just your shitty life pulling another well-crafted prank on you again.

Much to your anticipation, when the other two test results came in, your lips shut into a thin line.

Your gaze gently fell on the three pregnancy tests lying on the bathroom floor, as much as you wanted to believe it wasn’t real and that you were most certainly not pregnant with Idol, Kim Taehyungs child, you knew with a small pinch on your hand to confirm that all of this indeed was real. You had been dating Taehyung for the past five years now, every moment you spent with him was something you would go back in time to do again. He was just so worth it. He was worth every bit of your life. While you knew his love for children and starting a family, you two personally never discussed starting a family with each other. Kids, dogs, cats, heck even Namjoon’s pre-debut hair- you guys talked about everything but it didn’t necessarily include one another in them.

You had to tell Taehyung today, it had been three days already, and stalling further won’t do any good.

Talking to Taehyung was always a breeze, never have you in the past five years ever felt uncomfortable approaching him about something or even confronting him. His easy-going and non-judgemental personality just fit right into yours like a puzzle piece.

But today, you were in shambles. Hands shaking, head feeling dizzy. You didn’t know how to even tell him let alone know his opinion on it! You guys have been quite stressed the past few weeks, his group is having a comeback in two months so he is busy day in and out working hard with his music. You on the other hand have art exhibitions to work on.

You two were very famous in your field of work, Taehyung being an idol, songwriter, singer, and actor while you were a traditional artist and contemporary dancer.

With many missed calls from your manager about what new artworks you want to draw for the upcoming exhibition including you not being able to talk to your boyfriend for the past few weeks has been taking a toll on you alot.

The time was exactly 10:27 p.m. when you heard the front door of your shared apartment open, a sudden breeze brushed by your spine. You bit your lips harder. It’s now or never.

You went out with your most convincing smile and greeted him. Taehyung being Taehyung gladly accepted your hug and nuzzled his nose between the crook of your neck before letting out a yawn. He was tired, you figured.

You frowned upon seeing his overworked state but tugged on his shirt sleeve regardless. He looked up at you with a confused expression. You said nothing as your eyes travelled down to the floor, tightly holding his hand before leading him to your shared bedroom.

Taehyung sat on the bed with a small jump, curious but excited as to what you wanted to do.

You finally turned to look him in the eye, an unreadable look on your face. He was puzzled.

“I-” you sighed. Oh lord, this was far more nerve-wracking than you thought. “I have something to show you. It’s very important.” he nodded in response and followed your gaze.

Soon his eyes were presented with the three tests, neatly placed on top of a few tissue papers.

“T-the two lines mean I’m positive…”

His eyes quickly shot up to your face, round doe eyes staring right back at you. You continued speaking. “ I found out three days ago. It was sudden for me too, didn’t really expect this to happen you know. I also know that it's really uncaring of me to bring this up now but I had to tell you. You’re tired with work and everything, I understand, Tae. I just couldn’t wait.”

He said nothing in response. His eyes were unreadable. He kept a stern gaze on the three tests laid in front of him. Your breath hitched.

Does he hate the idea of you pregnant? Is that why he isn’t saying anything?

Numerous pessimistic ideas filled your thoughts as you continued to look at him, trying to decipher what was going on in that mind of his.

“Y-you don’t have to worry, okay? I know you’re a celebrity and in the height of your career, so am I! I know the consequences of what will happen because of a child in our careers. I really do, Tae. Please just say something?”

Again, no words.

Your heart dropped. No, it didn't just drop, it was thrown off a cliff and is falling down an endless pit of blackness. Did Taehyung really hate you for this? Did your Taehyung, your own boyfriend not accept you because of something that was not 100% in your control?

You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not now. You had to be a little strong. You sucked your breath in and shut your eyes close before opening them again. With a shaky voice, you said, “This must have been such a shock, huh? I-I’ll go be in the other room. Please tell me your thoughts on this before the day after tomorrow. I will be at the hospital to get rid of the baby by then.”

With that, you shut the door as tears finally spilled out of your eyes, hot burning tears, acidic on your face. Red swollen lips as you cried even harder on the sofa in the living room hoping that this wasn’t what was going to end your relationship.

If you were to tell a nineteen-year-old you that ten years later, you would be a world-renowned artist and also one week pregnant with Kim Taehyung baby, she would have probably shoved a middle finger up your face and laughed it off.

Yet here you were, twenty-nine years old and pregnant, and crying while watching Tangled for the seventh time with a tub of strawberry ice cream. Strawberry is his favorite flavour.

The more you ate the ice cream the more it reminded you of the man who currently resided in the room behind yours, the man who also resided in your heart for the past several years of your life.

With a heavy heart, you knew there was only one person besides Taehyung who could comfort you, Nina. Nina has been your best friend since highschool, Nina who is also dating Kim Namjoon for the past seven years.

It was 2 am now, you had been talking with Nina for god knows how many hours, rambling on and on about how you thought your relationship was doomed.

“I- Just know it, Nins. He’s at the peak of his career, why would he want a child? That too with me? Yeah we’ve been dating for a while now but still. I’m just so scared. My heart trembled when I told him I’d put the baby to sleep. It was so easy to say but so difficult to actually do. It's a child! My child! I- I really don’t want to abort the baby…three days and my motherly instincts are already kicking in.”

“Listen hun, we both have known Tae for a really long time now. I’m sure he isn’t nearly as cold hearted to ask you to give up the baby or even worse never talk to you again and breakup! Cmon, think! You guys have been together for so long, he won’t throw you away. Y/N you are the last thing he can just push away when things get difficult.”

More tears spilled out of your eyes, tracing over the salty wet lines on your cheeks.

“I-...we haven’t really been talking for the past few weeks you know? What if he is slowly losing feelings for me, what if this was the final straw in brea-”

“NO! Girl, please! Never say that. I’ve seen you two. I know you, I know him. You guys can’t drift apart over something like this. This is where you guys need eachother the most. This is when you realise how much you love eachother. Don’t give up on him. I’m sure he’s deep in his thoughts.”

“I, I guess you’re right Nin. All of these things in life have just been altering my emotions to make me think of the worst.”

You both talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. You were beginning to feel dizzy since you hadn’t had dinner and cried so much. As your head rested on the pillow of the couch, sleep soon engulfed you. You slept a sound, blissfully unaware of Taehyung in the other room who was still wide awake and heard every bit of your conversation.

When you presented those three tests to Taehyung, his first instinct was that it was a prank but the more he thought about it, you looked all too serious for it to be one. He really wanted to just jump up from the bed and hug your tiny frame hard, he wanted to just melt with you. As the thought really settled into him, his mind was in a frenzy. He wanted to grab your pretty face and kiss you the longest he ever had. Why wouldn’t he? The love of his life was carrying his baby. A little you and him. Your love, your warmth, your gentle smile, the way you hug your arms over his shoulder whenever he felt down, the way you randomly came into his office just to give him small pecks on his nose and cheek. He loved every part of you.

Despite being in love with you so much, he does sometimes make a literal fool out of himself. He himself found it odd when his mouth didn’t open to reply back to you earlier this night. For someone who practically wears his heart out on his sleeves, he lost his voice when he had the moment to speak.

After hearing how much it wounded you and the fact that you thought he wanted to abort the baby, he was furious with himself. How could he do this to you? He wanted the baby as much as you, the feeling of knowing that the creation of his love with yours was real, it overwhelmed him so much so that he was lost in his thoughts as you rambled on.

Heavens, what an utter nutjob he felt like he was. He knew you were already guilt-tripping yourself when you didn’t need to. You were the sensitive kind at times, he loved that about you. He promised he would never hurt that vulnerable part of you but he did. It took every ounce of his being to not rip open the door and kiss you senselessly. You were asleep though.

He promised him, you, and their future child that he’ll make it right.

You woke up to the sound of the blender in the kitchen going on. Fluttering your eyes open, you felt a strange warmth envelope you. Turning around, you saw the red blanket draped over your figure, the blanket Taehyung’s mom gifted you last Christmas.

Confused you shuffled your body until you realized that you were on the bed. The soft duvet was like a hug to you. Had he put you back to bed after you fell asleep on the couch?

Slowly getting up, you made your way to the kitchen waddling in your big T-shirt and some old short shorts. Upon further entering the kitchen, you saw Taehyung with a black kitchen apron, fluffy hair over his eyes as he focused to make an omelette. A small chuckle left your lips when you saw his pathetic yet endearing attempt to crack the egg.

As soon as your chuckle left your lips, he turned around, round eyes staring back at you.

With a big grin, he greeted you, “Morning, woke up now?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Good. sit on the counter, have breakfast.”

You bit your lips slightly with trepidation, confused with his behaviour. Regardless, you sat down. You went to reach the coffee machine to pour yourself some coffee whilst he made breakfast. Just as your hand was about the reach in for the espresso shot, another hand softly slapped away your hand.

You looked up to see Taehyung with furrowed brows. “What?”

“You can’t have coffee.”

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“I-what? Taehyung I get it if you’re mad at me but w-why-”

“No-what? Why would I ever be mad at you? I read on the internet yesterday that it's not good for pregnant women to have coffee!” he desperately explained to you.

“Why does it matter! The baby is gonna be gon-”

He tightly held your two shoulders before he pulled you into a warm hug, his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he let out a sob. He hugged you even tighter, so as to never want to separate from you.

“Please, love. The baby- it’s ours. You and me. Our love. I don’t want it gone. I want us to do it.”

He gently placed a kiss on your lips, he didn’t care about anything in the world other than capturing your soft lips with his and reminding you that he loves you more than you can ever describe. He broke the kiss and spoke again:

“I’m sorry, yesterday-I was so overwhelmed with joy! I couldn’t believe it. I want this to happen okay? As for my career and yours? We can handle it. We’re almost thirty now. I’ve always wanted to spend my life with you. I just can’t believe you presented me with such a gift. What have I ever done to deserve you, Y/n?”

You let out a laugh that quickly turned into a soft sob and you cupped his cheeks together and kissed him on his lips again.

“Tae, I’m so glad. I’m so glad to have you. I can’t believe I was second guessing you, Love.”

A charcoal smell filled you guys’ noses and you turned around to look at the awfully burnt egg on the frying pan.

“On the other hand, I sure do second guess your cooking skills, babe.”

You both burst into laughter as you held each other, staring into one another eyes like the stars aligned in them.

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a/n: unedited lmao pls forgive me this is trash but i got this idea last night and was tempted :p

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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I'm sorry, but I don't see Jimin dating or kissing a cigarette smoker. And since Tae and Yoongi are both confirmed smokers, I just don't see it. I even questioned JK with his e cigarettes, but they taste like candy and juice, not as disgusting as tobacco. They also don't stink up your body and hair. I wish JK would stop tho, just because those things are very deadly for your lungs as well. That said, Smoking is such a disgusting turn off. Tae might be attractive with his features, but the smoking is an instant major turn off and we saw him smoking and also a pic of him with his cigarettes. And Suga going around doing it like it is so hot, is not the serve he thinks it is. TO be honest, if JM ever comes out as a smoker, it would also be a major turn off. I know people personally who have died from lung cancer due to smoking and second hand smokes kills as well. Watching someone die an excruciating painful death cause of lung cancer which is 100% caused by smoking. It changes your whole outlook. It's a dirty, disgusting, unattractive habit. It makes you stink, your breath stink, your hair, your home, your car. I really just don't see Jimin into that, let alone kissing a smoker. I do hope JK stops the ecigs for his lungs too. Sorry, I know this is a rant that is controversial cause some Army's smoke, but seeing as how I have personally seen it up close, the painful reality. I just don't want to see my fav like that & seeing Suga glorify it, is a mess. It doesn't make you more grown up, it just make you look foolish.

Oh anon.

Anon, anon, anon. Hold on while I Google something for you real quick.

Kim Namjoon. Kim Seokjin. Min Yoongi. Jung Hoseok. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. They are fucking adults. They can do whatever they fuck they want to do. Even if it's criminal, its their choice. Not yours. You can disapprove, but that's where it ends, anon. That's it. You can look at them smoking, hate that they smoke, but mind your own business and just keep supporting their work if you choose to remain an Army. What you cannot and shouldn't do is try to change them or say they should do this, or do that. It ain't your fucking place, I'm sorry. It is what it is.

BTS will do what they want to do, who they want to do, when they want to do it. As is their right. End of.

#ask shaz #bts ask #also jk doesnt smoke #we dk that

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gaemkyuu · 2 years

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Ready? Ready.

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship!

Summary: Things have never been better for Hana and Jungkook! Their relationship is back to what they wanted it to be and now with the upcoming arrival of their first child, they had so much to look forward to. However, things don’t go as smoothly as one would hope, not when Jungkook doesn’t answer his phone.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Mild Violence/interrogation, and medical procedures around pregnancy and childbirth but not graphic

A/N: Last one! Then I’ll be moving on to other works I have! Thank you for all the support and love I’ve received!

Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

Hana’s hands shook as she passed Jungkook the envelope that would change everything for them. She went through an entire month of nausea and vomiting, worrying that she might be sick, but when she missed her period, they knew this could be it. They immediately bought tests from the store, some of them positive and some of them negative, so the only way to truly confirm was through a lab test.

Normally, couples would be excited and waiting with baited breath. These two waited, anxious and nervous. It wasn’t like they didn’t want children or a family that expanded past the two of them. The two were a little scared as the last time Hana felt this way was shortly after they had gotten married and confirmed their pregnancy weeks later only to have a miscarriage at the beginning of the fourth month. There was no way to prevent it and while they were sad about it, they weren’t devastated. It did bring about a healthy conversation of the vision that they had for their life and to plan kids around it.

They waited until three months had passed from when Hana missed her period, missing it again month after month, before they went to the doctors to get a formal lab test done. The boys all knew about their predicament and supported them in their decision to wait to find out and not tell anyone. They all knew that for the both of them, this baby would be the start of a new chapter, leaving everything in the past.

“It’s positive!” Jungkook screamed, dropping the papers and lifting Hana to spin her around the room in excitement. The couple cheered and laughed in excitement as they read the results on the lab test from the hospital. The tension in the room was gone and Hana felt everything rush at her all at once, tears streaming down her face as he hugged her and kissed her head over and over again. “We’re gonna be parents Hana! I’m gonna be a dad!” he was over the moon and excited. “Baby why are you crying?” he chuckled, kissing her cheeks and wiping her tears away.

“I’m excited and-and happy, but I’m scared I’ll lose this one too” she sniffed and hiccuped. Jungkook clicked his tongue in disapproval, pulling her to his chest, cradling her head and shushing her sobs.

“That wasn’t your fault and you know it” he cooed, rubbing her back. “I won’t let us lose this one. I’m gonna take care of you and make sure you are both healthy” he smiled, kissing her head. He could see a little one running around their penthouse or their outings to the park. Things were coming together and he would make sure it came to fruition.

***

“Hey, you okay?” Hana jumped at the sound of Namjoon’s voice, lost in thought. The four Kims were seated around the conference table, each of them having a stack of paper that they were going through, occasionally typing away on their laptops. She had been focusing on a company account that for some reason dipped in the red while soothing her sizable pregnant belly. The baby had been moving around quite a bit causing her to flinch from time to time, rubbing her hand in the areas in hopes to soothe it. “Are you in any pain or discomfort?” he asked and the other two stopped what they were doing to focus on her.

“Let me guess,” Taehyung smirked. “Baby’s shadow boxing?” They all laughed at his observation and Hana nodded, smiling back. “Typical. He is Jungkook’s son” he rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips.

“Or Daughter” Seokjin pipped in, causing Taehyung to groan. “Look at the shape of her belly! It’s definitely a girl” he protested, cutting him off before he could rebuttal.

“We all know gender is a construct, it doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or boy” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, already annoyed that this argument came up time and time again, and he had to sit through it every time. They all froze as she drew in a sharp gasp, waiting bated breath to see if she was alright.

“Sorry, I’m fine. Just a hard kick to the rib is all” she smiled reassuringly, rubbing her tummy again.

“Did you drink anything caffeinated? Maybe that’s why they’re more movement” Seokjin, the oldest as usual, fretting more than he needed to, as if this were his own child. Realistically, they both knew that when this baby was born, it would be the first child from their generation and inevitably everyone would end up parenting them in some way.

“Relax. I haven’t had any caffeine today, remember? You all made it clear to my secretary and assistants that I’m not to be having any caffeine,” she rolled her eyes, missing the taste and effects of the brown liquid. She briefly locked eyes with Taehyung, who winked at her, a secret message and promised that he’d sneak her a cup later.

“We could play some music instead of sitting here in silence. I read that music can help soothe the baby while you rub your tummy” Namjoon suggested, pushing his chair back and stretching.

“Or we can stop and go for lunch? The other four are just wrapping up and we can meet them at the restaurant?” Taehyung suggested and Hana caught the mischievous look in his eyes. Suggesting they go out to lunch, especially by Taehyung standards, meant that they would probably get carried away in their fun and not have to work for the rest of the afternoon.

“Lunch sounds like a great idea” she winked back at him, confirming that she was on to him and fully supported his plan. “You guys really aren’t going to argue against a pregnant woman’s appetite are you?”

The two eldest wearily looked at each other, catching the behavior of the younger two. They glanced at the stack of papers around them and silently weighed the situation in their minds, debating whether or not to shut the plan down or not. It wasn’t until Seokjin gave Namjoon a small smile indicating that he too was caving. Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose again, letting out a big sigh.

“Fine. Tomorrow we order lunch in and work through our break”

***

Jungkook was annoyed. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He should’ve been at home with Hana, massaging her feet and telling his unborn baby about his day. Not in his suit with blaring music and lights around them.

They were at a club scouting out a threat that had been made against Bangtan and all hands were on deck. They heard rumors of a group of individuals trying to take down Bangtan, something they normally didn’t care about since they were so established and powerful. However, it was the discovery of a Rat who had been with the family for years, did they know this was a bigger threat than they thought. The rat was a trusted individual by the elders and had it not been for some poking around by Hoseok after Hana’s voiced concern, he would have flown under the radar and created an even bigger mess.

The rat had been dealt with and disposed of much to Yoongi’s delight, but the information they did gather from them about what information was passed around was concerning. Addresses of certain safe houses were leaked, along with shipment and distribution dates and times. They increased surveillance and security on these factors, finding it odd that they hadn’t been attacked or ambushed. It was not the time for them to let their guard down though. If anything, it meant that they had to be extra careful.

It comforted the group knowing that Yoongi and Hoseok were with Hana at home. The woman was a week away from her due date, not showing any signs of contractions or premature birth, but they couldn’t risk it. Not after the fact she had already been kidnapped. As much as they would’ve liked the seven of them together tonight, the precious cargo was too important, trusting their two strongest to take care of her, while the five of them handled things at the club. They weren’t looking to get into any physical altercations, but it didn’t mean that they weren’t armed. Guns were loaded, strapped and concealed on their bodies, prepared for a fire fight if it were to come to it.

“The Kings of Bangtan? Here? At my club?” the silk voice of a man, pulled them out of their observations.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Namjoon being the diplomat and level headed one of the group rose to his feet, offering a hand shake, which the younger man gladly took.

“Jackson Wang. It’s been quite some time hasn’t it?” the nod was curt, familiarity between the two. Their gaze exchanged a private message, the others tensing and preparing themselves. “Unfortunately, I’m not here to visit you” he apologized and the man smiled fondly.

“I will say, I’m a little disappointed, but I figured as much” he glanced at Namjoon’s entourage, focusing in on Jungkook. “Congratulations Jeon. I hear you have a Junior on the way” Jackson’s congratulation was sincere, but unfortunately now wasn’t the time for it. It wasn’t a secret that Hana was pregnant and they were sure everyone who needed to know knew she was carrying his child. Still, he didn’t like it when she was brought up whenever he was working, especially in this environment with this circumstance hanging above their heads. Instead, Jungkook gave him a polite smile and nod of the head, not wanting to attract attention or take away from the point of their visit. “Let’s take this somewhere a little bit more private?” Namjoon nodded his head and began to follow Jackson towards the back of the club to the private area. “I found someone lurking around where they weren’t supposed to and figured you’d like to speak with them”

***

Yoongi rested with his eyes closed on the couch as Hoseok and Hana watched a movie, feet soaking in a bath and facemasks on their faces. He enjoyed listening to the laughter that would erupt from time to time between the two of them as a character in the film acted funny. He contemplated getting up to clean up the mess from their take out dinner, but opted to rest his eyes a bit more. With the shipping and distribution schedule leaked, he had been working more than normal, often sacrificing sleep in order to make sure everything went smoothly. He was on high alert, more than normal, and tonight he felt the exhaustion start to catch up with him. So much that he didn’t realize he drifted off to take a light nap. They both quickly picked up at the change in breaths of the older man, smiling at each other because they were glad he was finally able to get some sort of rest. They continued to watch the movie, trying their best to lower down their volume as the movie continued to crack them up. As the movie came to an end, they started cleaning up, being careful not to wake the sleeping man on the couch. It wasn’t until they were washing dishes and throwing food away that Hoseok noticed the look of pain cross Hana’s face.

“I’m fine” she breathed, steadying herself as the pain quickly faded. She felt really mild discomfort from time to time that day, but as the movie was coming to an end they would hurt more and became more frequent. She had a week left into the pregnancy and knew she had to be prepared for early labor but surely contractions couldn’t happen this fast? All the books Hana read and the videos she watched said that the contractions start over a few days, and while the baby had dropped, she barely felt anything, waving it off as a false contraction. However, the more she thought about the pain and the frequency she began to get a little worried.

“Are you having contractions?” he asked, turning off the sink and ushering her to the nearest stool. “How far apart are they?” he tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help it. If the baby was coming while the boys were doing business, he and Yoongi might be the ones walking into the delivery room with her.

“I don’t know. Help me time them” she sighed, relaxing a bit more into the chair and reaching for her phone. The two of them sat in silence, Hana marking down the time it happened, Hoseok counting how long her face contorted in pain. Hoseok quickly texted the group that Hana may have been having contractions, but no one responded or read the text and after sitting for an hour, he knew he and Yoongi were now in charge. “1 minute each, 15 minutes apart” her voice trembled a bit.

“Okay, you go wake up Yoongi and I’m going to start getting your stuff together” he declared, helping her up from the chair, even though she didn’t need it, and parting with her in the hallway. He rushed to their room grabbing the overnight bags they had preemptively packed, knowing that their child was coming soon. Thankfully, Jungkook had sent them all a screenshot of their list in the event he couldn’t be with Hana when they had to get to the hospital and Hoseok made sure to run over everything twice, making sure he didn’t miss a thing and hauled it all into the living room by the front door.

“Hoseok, calm down.” Yoongi’s voice stopped him and interrupted the flurry of a storm that was running through his head. “We have time to get her there safely. The hospital is waiting for her and we’ve checked her in over the phone” he also nudged his head in Hana’s direction as she was seated on the couch, breathing through another contraction. He could tell by the look on her face that this one hurt more than the others, taking a deep breath as to not let his worry and panic show again. “H? We’ve got everything ready, let us know when you are” Yoongi rubbed her back, his voice calmer and lighter than normal, knowing that she was in a lot of discomfort. She nodded to let him know that she heard him, but she was so focused on the contraction that she couldn’t answer him back. The two waited patiently and quietly for her to be ready to move, feeling a little worried that no one had replied to the text thread.

“Okay, let’s go” she sighed, contraction passing and grabbing Yoongi’s hand to stand. They didn’t anticipate what would happen next. A gush of fluid rushed down her legs and her face paled, immediately looking at the two. “My water just broke”

***

“Let me ask you again,” sighed Namjoon, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Who do you work for?” he stared annoyedly at the man tied up in the chair. The man said nothing this time, a little too out of it from the previous hits he took. Scoffing at the lack of reply, Namjoon motioned for Jungkook to take another swing, the man coughing up blood.

“If you won’t tell us who you work for, then we could always ask your family” Jimin smirked when the man looked at him, eyes wide with fear. They knew nothing about this man, but this wasn’t their first interrogation. They knew techniques to find the weaknesses in their hostages.

“P-please... Don’t hurt them” he begged, attentive and coherent.

“Please. We aren’t sick like the people you associate it” groaned Taehyung, rolling his eyes at the cliche portrayal of mafia members. “I will say, if you don’t comply, life will be extremely difficult with a crippled father and blacklistings from banks” his face held no expression now, serious and scary. Bangtan didn’t believe in harming families, only using them for leverage. While the older generations may have done it, the boys refused. They knew how to get what they want, using violence or the harm of family members last. It wasn’t the child’s fault for their parents’ crimes, so why should they pay for it? However, they knew that if push came to shove, that would be the last option.

The man’s lip trembled and they knew he was about the break. They stood there in the tense silence until the man broke out into sobs, spilling everything and begging for the protection of Bangatan. As irritated as Jungkook was, and as sore as his hand was, he could somewhat empathize with the man. He was sure that he would do everything to protect his family, and that included Bangtan. He would rather die than sell out his family or put their lives at risk. Knowing Bangtan, they would never let this happen to him either, as they were very keen on keeping their own safe and secret. While they had public identities and public relations, their ties were always kept secret in the best interest for everyone. They were high profile and if people found out their affiliations, other world leaders and politicians would fall with them. If Bantang wouldn’t let it happen, public leaders sure as hell wouldn;t as it would tarnish their name. As their questions for him came to a close, they were surprised to see Jackson burst into the room with a phone in his hand, panting and passing it to Jungkook.

“Where are you?!” he was expecting the rival gang to be on the phone, with a message threatening them once more. Not his screaming wife who was panting. “I’m at the hospital and they said the baby’s coming!” she squeaked, before another voice came into the phone.

“There is no way NONE of you checked your phone! Her water broke an hour ago and she’s 7cm! Get here now” Jungkook swallowed hard, looking at the others in panic, they too heard Yoongi’s growl. The phone went dead after that and they assumed it was to take care of Hana who was currently progressing through labor quickly.

“Go! I’ll take care of the rest” Jackson assured, ushering the rest of them out of the room, leaving the once begging man confused and at a loss for words.

***

“Okay Mrs. Jeon, you need to get ready. You’re fully dilated and your contractions are close enough to push” the doctor smiled at her at her feet as she put her feet in the stirrups. The doctor smiled weakly at the two men on either side whose hands were being crushed as Hana pushed through another contraction. It wasn’t until this pain dissipated that Hana relaxed her grip on their hands and laid back, that she realized just exactly what the doctor said.

“I can’t. Jungkook’s not here yet” she whimpered, anxious that an hour had passed since they had called them. Hana had never felt this kind of pain before and seriously wished she could get an epidural. She had a mild case of anemia and her platelet count fluctuated her entire life, so they knew early on that she most likely wouldn’t be a candidate to get an epidural. She was confident Jungkook’s presence would help her through the pain and she hoped her high pain tolerance would help, but this was a completely new kind of pain she didn’t foresee. She tried really hard not to cry but everything felt incredibly overwhelming and she couldn’t hold it back. Her sniffles were soft and she wiped her tears away, Yoongi kissing her on the head and squeezing her shoulder in support.Hoseok tried to reassure her with a weak squish of her hand and a hopeful smile that Jungkook would be here on time.

“I can give you fifteen minutes, no more” the doctor sighed, truly understanding how important it was for a pregnant mother to have her husband with her. The doctor walked off to prepare herself to help birth the babies and the nurses flurried around making sure everything was ready to welcome the baby. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a look of concern, unconfident that Jungkook and the other’s would be arriving on time. In a rush to make a point and take care of Hana, they failed to ask him where they were and what was happening. They felt her squeeze their hands hard again, watching her bite her lips and more tears streaming from her eyes. Although she was in extreme pain, the two were extremely impressed at how well she was managing when showing her pain. They heard other women screaming and groaning as they passed by other rooms when Hana was rushed into her labor room. In the quiet moments, they could still hear cries of agony and distress far off that even the soundproof build of the unit couldn’t hide. They let her break their hand as she worked through the contraction, both of them eyeing the clock and watching her fifteen minutes dwindle.

“It hurts so bad” she whimpered, collapsing back onto the pillow and wiping more tears away.

“Are you sure we can’t get you an epidural?” Hoseok asked, desperate to find some way to ease the pain.

“Her blood work didn’t pass the test. Doctor said it’s too risky” Yoongi sighed, rubbing her shoulder and bicep, hoping to soothe the tension that settled in them from the contractions. They both tensed as another one ripped through her, frowning as they were so frequent and strong, not to mention the doctor entering the room again, signaling her time was up. “H it’s time, we can’t wait anymore” Yoongi frowned, squeezing her shoulder.

“He isn’t here yet, please” she pleaded, tears fully streaming down her face. Hoseok wiped them away again and Yoongi caressed her head, softly planting a kiss on top of it. The doctor was fully dressed and ready to deliver the baby, so the likelihood of them walking away was low.

“Hana, you’re losing steam. You need to be able to push the baby out and I can tell you’re getting tired” Yoongi was firm but loving with her, knowing that he still had to push her to deliver the baby despite her wishes of Jungkook being there. His heart broke when she looked into his eyes, scared, in pain, tired and anxious.

“I can’t do this without him” she whimpered, another tear falling from her eye. Hana never pictured Jungkook’s absence when she thought about the birth of their child, but here she was without a husband, only two of her closest friends beside her. She knew Yoongi was right and that she had to deliver this baby now. She could barely hold her head up, exhausted from the discomfort and pain the labor process brought her, not to mention the rollercoaster of emotions she was feeling as a result of her missing husband.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jeon, but if we wait any longer, we compromise the health of the baby” the doctor explained and both boys could immediately feel her anxiety rise. Hana now had to choose between the health of their child or the presence of her needed husband. Before she could reply, another contraction hit her and she knew that this baby was coming with or without Jungkook. “Okay Mrs. Jeon, it’s time to get your baby out” the doctor nodded more to the two at her side and Hana defeatedly agreed to follow the doctor’s orders. Yoongi and Hoseok coached Hana the best that they could, encouraging her throughout the process and reiterating the doctor’s instructions. She listened as much as she could, the pain and process taking up most of her focus, that she didn’t notice the sudden commotion that erupted briefly during her labor when her husband rushed in and the other two were rushed out.

“You’re doing such a great job baby” she knew that voice, and realized that Jungkook had indeed replaced the other two. He was panting and there was sweat on his brow, most likely from his sprint to her. He kissed her forehead and cheek, smiling at her encouragingly. As much as she wanted to yell at him for being late, she needed to focus on delivering the baby. He assumed the previous role of Yoongi and Hoseok, guiding his wife through the process with the doctor, knowing how to encourage her in ways the other two did not.

However, she was undeniably losing steam, her feet slack in the stirrups and her neck resting on the back of the bed. Hana was as upright as the bed setting could get her, but she kept slumping, making it more difficult for the baby to come out. There was so much noise and so much pain that all she wanted to do was fall asleep. They kept telling her she was close, but it felt like an eternity would pass each time. She could hear the doctor and she wanted to follow, but she was just so tired. Jungkook quickly maneuvered his way to sit behind Hana, pushing her body upright and tilting her head back to lay on his shoulder. “Okay Hana, you can do this. I’m right here with you” he cooed into her ear, kissing her temple. “Just focus on me okay? Focus on my voice and just do what I tell you to do okay?” He kissed her temple again, receiving the nod from the doctor that she was in a better position to push. “Push baby, push” he encouraged and Hana bit her lip, finding what little strength she had left. She felt an extreme stretch at her opening and gasped in pain, but Jungkook was quick to soothe her and calm her. “It’s the head baby, you’re almost there. Push baby” and she did. Hana only focused on his voice and his touch. Jungkook focused on listening to the doctor and calming his wife, gently sitting her up more and more, using his body to support her. She felt her body was splitting in half, but she was grateful that Jungkook continued to coach her, and with a few more pushes, the pressure disappeared.

A cry erupted in the room and Hana felt Jungkook rip at the buttons of her hospital gown to receive the baby against her bare chest. She felt the tiniest amount of weight on her bare chest and her arms instinctively came up to hold the newborn in her arms. She opened her eyes to look at her baby, tears of exhaustion and joy streaming down her face. Hana looked down in admiration, astounded how something so small and so beautiful had the craziest of entries into the world. The nurses then took the baby away and Hana finally collapsed in Jungkook’s arms, relieved at the arrival of her baby, still panting with her eyes closed in exhaustion. Jungkook sang praises in her ear and she could feel his tears on her temple as he kissed her over and over again. He coached her through the last push to rid her body of the placenta as the nurses took the crying baby to check vitals and clean them up.

“Thank you baby. Thank you so much for giving me a child, for carrying them in your body, for all the work you put in” he softly cried, holding her exhausted frame to his chest, still behind her. “Fuck, I love you so much. Thank you” he kissed her temple again and held her until the nurses shooed him away to be with the newborn while they cleaned her up. Jungkook assured Hana that it was okay now and that she was able to rest, as he would take care of everything from thereon. She felt herself slowly slipping into a slumber, occasionally disrupted by a nurse asking her questions or the doctor checking her in. The next thing she knew, she was waking up to the soft sounds of her baby fussing and Jungkook’s gentle coos. “I know little one, I'll just fix your diaper and then we’ll wake up mama”.

Hana shifted and pushed her body up to let them know she was in fact awake, but they didn’t quite notice her. She took a moment to admire the sight before her and tears came to her eyes. Sure, she was still exhausted but to see her husband fix their child’s diaper and scoop them up, his smile ever present, made all of it worth it. Jungkook loved with his eyes first and the love he had in his eyes was the same he had for her, but something else sparkled in them. She could see the silent promises he made to their child, the happiness for their presence and the eternal love for them. Her small sniffle caught his attention, looking up alarmed, but understanding right away. “Look! Mama’s awake!” he cooed, walking over, eyes never leaving the baby. “Are you ready for Mama cuddles?” he asked as if there would be a reply. He gently loosened the swaddle as Hana unbuttoned the top of her gown again for some needed skin to skin contact. “Jeon Jiseol, meet your Mama” he smiled at her, passing the baby in her waiting arms.

“Hello my beautiful princess” she whispered, holding the little bundle of joy ever so carefully in her arms, as Jungkook moved to sit beside her on the bed. “Great name baby” she smiled, kissing his cheek, “I couldn’t have thought of anything better” he kissed her forehead, linking his finger with Jiseol’s tiny hand.

“How are you feeling?” She could hear the concern in his voice but also the joy of this new chapter.

“Tired, but it was so worth it. Isn’t that right, beautiful?” she cooed, kissing the top of her daughter’s head softly.

“So worth it,” he chuckled softly, admiring both of his beautiful girls. “The nurse should be coming soon to help you nurse for the first time. Then breakfast should be arriving and visiting hours will be open. Your mom and dad are flying in and should be here by tomorrow morning.” he recited, which was foreign to Hana as she normally was the one who knew all the plans. Jungkook listed off their hospital itinerary as if he was her secretary but never took his eyes off of their daughter. However, she saw the slight furrow in his brow as he suddenly grew silent. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there” he whispered, unable to look her in the eyes.

“I mean, I wanna say it’s fine, but it was really scary,” Hana admitted, Jungkook looking at her apologetically. “However, it does make a very entertaining story” she giggled, much to his relief. “Where were you anyways?” she asked, laughter in her eyes at their situation.

“We were interrogating a guy and our phones weren’t in the room. Didn’t want to be tapped. Luckily one of the two was able to get a hold of Jackson. Unfortunately, the club was all the way in Chuncheon, despite me breaking traffic laws” he sighed heavily, remembering the chaos that ensued after they received the phone call. Right after the call, they ran out of the club and piled into the SUV, telling their other staff to stay behind and help out Jackson. The four of them sped back to Seoul breaking all traffic laws without garnering too much attention. As soon as they pulled up to the hospital, Jungkook jumped out of the car and demanded to know where his wife was. He sprinted up the stairs to rush to her, only for Yoongi to hold up his hand for him to stop before coming any closer. Yoongi explained that Hana was losing steam and the doctor was worried that they would have to proceed into surgery, so Jungkook had to figure out a way quick to get her back to pushing. Grateful for the older two, he nodded and replaced them to help Hana.

Now they sat there with their bundle of joy. Jungkook had never known this type of love and happiness. He thought what he felt with Hana would be the strongest he would ever feel towards anyone, but having his daughter here, a family to call his own, that was greater than he could imagine. He was a dad. He would be the one to protect his princess against monsters under her bed and boys that would break her heart. To walk her down the aisle when she gets married and to welcome their grandkids into the world. He stared lovingly in her eyes and silently promised the world to her as he did when he married Hana.

Their moment was interrupted by the nurse knocking on the door, entering to help Hana nurse her baby for the first time. The nurse smiled sheepishly, embarrassed that they were interrupting a very intimate moment, but knowing that they had to. Jiseol began to whimper and whine, a cry starting to leave her mouth as she sensed feeding time had arrived. Jungkook watched attentively as if he was the one being taught how to nurse and of course Hana was a natural at it. She was able to nurse Jiseol so smoothly that the nurse complimented her and their daughter. The nurse stayed and they made small talk while Jiseol fed, Jungkook jumping at the opportunity to burp her when she was finished.

“Your breakfast should be here shortly, but there is a group of men waiting downstairs to visit you. Are you comfortable if I send them in?” the nurse asked, updating the chart at the foot of the bed, knowing that these two had everything taken care of.

“Yes, but if possible,I’d like to wash my face and freshen up a bit before you send them up” Hana requested, moving to get up and out of the bed on her own, wincing at the discomfort between her legs.

“Here, let me help you!” The nurse rushed to her side and escorted her to the bathroom in the room, leaving Jungkook and Jiseol to have quality time together while Hana freshened up. Hana wasn’t used to having someone attend her and help her around, but she was grateful for the nurse as she found getting ready more exhausting than usual, not to mention the increasing pain in her nether region after peeing. She made due with her appearance knowing that she didn’t have to look put together, but still wanting to be fresh before seeing her family. After settling back into her bed, the nurse adjusted the bed in a more comfortable position, and went to fetch Jiseol’s eager uncles as her breakfast rolled in. She managed to eat a couple bites before the seven men rushed into the room, Jungkook’s loud SHHHH, causing them to whisper and tone down their excitement.

“God, you look great for a woman who just pushed a watermelon out of her vagina” Taehyung chuckled, kissing his cousin on the head and cheek.

“Do you have to be so graphic about it?” moaned Jimin coming around the other side of the bed, who also kissed Hana on the head and cheek, something they’ve always done since they were younger.

“You weren’t the one in the room when she first started labor” scoffed Yoongi, pushining Taehyung out of the way to give her a side hug.

“Or the one whose hand she crushed,” Hoseok teased, as he massaged her feet gently, smiling at her.

“Hana, she’s beautiful,” Seokjin cooed, already pulling Jiseol away from Jungkook, showing her off to Namjoon.

“You’re so tiny. So cute,” everyone laughed at Namjoon’s sudden cute baby voice he adapted when speaking to Jiseol, that a blush rose to his face in embarrassment. The leader Namjoon, cold as ice and level headed, melting in front of his niece. They poked fun at him, mocking him and passing the baby around, giving Jungkook and Hana a moment to rest and enjoy their company. In true Seokjin fashion, he brought them food that was still warm, stating that the food at the hospital wasn’t made with the finest ingredients that would contribute to both of your health. He vowed to cook for the both of you every day that you were going to stay in the hospital, not taking no for an answer. As they joked about the new chapter of their life, Jungkook sat back watching them interact with each other and his daughter.

“Thank you Hana'' he whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his voice would crack and he would lose his composure. “You’ve given me the world and more” he kissed her softly on the lips, ignoring the rest of them as they reveled in the beginning of the next chapter of their lives.

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white lies ● chapter x

➬ Subtitle | The truth about us

➬ Pairings | Kim Taehyung x reader (feat. Seokjin & female original character)

➬ Genre | Childhood/Best Friends!AU, Angst, Smut

➬ Summary | Growing up together, you had always thought that he would always be a part of your life forever, until he suddenly chose a different path, leaving you altogether in the shadows of your past. What happens when you finally decide to move on, to walk down your new path in life without him, while completely unaware of how it had been him who had been standing in the shadows, drowning in his own little secrets?

➥ Ratings & Warnings | 18+/Mature; this chapter contains mature theme/explicit smut, including: sexual tension, kissing, body worship, dirty talk, sensual contact, breast play, nipple play, fingering (female receiver), oral sex/cunnilingus, clit play, implied first time sex, unprotected sex, minor cum play, aftercare

➥ Word count | 4,6k words

➥ Main masterlist | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Chapter List | Epilogue ⇢

chapter x. always

Taehyung felt like he was dreaming, only to snap back into reality the moment he felt your mouth pressing against him, returning his kiss with as much fervour as the one he was giving you. He didn’t expect to find himself losing control almost immediately when the desire took over the second he tasted your lips, but he was relieved to find that you simply welcomed it instead of pushing him off of you.

His hands were trembling when he picked you up from the chair you had been sitting on. His arm found its way to snake around your waist as he guided you towards the bed. Throughout all of this, his kiss never once let up, as he needed to remain pressed against you just so he would know that this was real. His touches were still unsteady when he finally let you go, releasing you from his arms, though it was only to gently lay you down over the mattress.

You fell graciously onto the bed, lying on your back with your hair spread around your head. Your chest continued to rise and fall as you tried to control your breath, and he watched everything as he hovered on top of you, keeping himself propped on his elbows to keep his weight up. Your robe had fallen into a mess when you fell back, the sash around your waist was the only thing keeping it together while the top had slipped down your shoulders and the hem below simply fell on either side of your thighs.

Watching you up close like this only confirmed what he had seen while he was painting you earlier, that you were completely bare underneath the flimsy little thing covering your skin. A deep groan came out of his throat as he realised this, and the tightness in his pants returned with his cock hardening with vengeance.

Your eyes fell to his mouth just then and it snapped something inside him that he leaned down without a word, once again capturing your mouth in his with a deep kiss. The way his lips meshed together with yours felt so perfect that he was melting inside with a mixture of relief and desire. His tongue came out to join the mix, slipping out to have a lick and have you parting your lips for him. A moan came from you when your tongues danced together in your mouth. Then his teeth came grazing across your bottom lip, not enough to cause any pain but enough to draw a sharp gasp from you and have you writhing beneath him.

Your hips suddenly came up, pressing against his and brushing against his covered bulge. Taehyung’s body reacted at the same time as he rocked his hips down, only that he came to find your legs parting for him, exposing your bare center hiding underneath your robe.

He stopped moving right that moment, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. Though he kept his eyes on you, silently gauging at your expression to see if you were to push him away if he had gone too far. His heart seemed to skip a beat when your eyes flutter open. The fear of seeing disdain or anger in your eyes gnawed at him, though the only thing he felt was relief when you looked up to him with desire and love and another emotion that came out so strong he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hide you from the world.

Before he could say anything, you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back down with your legs moving around his hips.

“Taehyung, I want you,” you whispered to him, surprising both of you with your words.

Biting his lips, Taehyung bucked his hips against yours before he nipped at your bottom lip. “Is that so? Do you truly want this?”

“Yes, of course,” you answered him with your soft voice, but it still wasn’t enough to convince Taehyung that you truly wanted to go further than this. Because he suddenly grew still, stopping all movements even while his body was entangled with yours, and he look deep into your eyes to find out if you were telling the truth.

“If we do this—” he said with his gaze so deep and intense as he looked at you, making sure that you could see his point when he added, “There is no going back. You know I won’t be able to.”

You were silent when you returned his gaze, and for a moment, he wasn’t completely sure what was going on inside your head. He watched your eyes fall on his lips before your eyes found his gaze again, and he could swear that you had knocked the air right out of his chest when you whispered, “I know.”

If you hadn't been quite sure before if you truly wanted to go this far so soon, you soon realised that it wasn’t truly the case when you felt his warmth radiating so close. And now, all you wanted was to feel him. You wanted his kisses to last, to feel his touch and have him run his fingers on your skin.

But most importantly, you wanted to feel his love. The true genuine love that you had felt coming from him for years despite always being kept constricted as he kept holding himself back.

Taehyung inched forward on the bed, leaning his long torso over you until his breath warmed your skin. His lips felt soft and sweet as they met yours again, sending tingles across your mouth as he kissed you. He cupped one of your cheeks with his large palm, his fingers resting gently just below your ear as he deepened the kiss with his lips parting yours so he could slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting you in and devouring the sound of your moans. It had felt so good that you simply relaxed to his touch, relieved to feel the awkward tension that had been present between you evaporating as your lips mould with one another.

The kiss lingered, and it continued softly and slowly for a long time before his hands trailed down your waist and found the sash tying your robe together. You could feel his fingers trembling as he gently pulled it loose, but you made no move to stop him, not even when he pulled back to look into your eyes, questioning you silently and giving you a chance to push him away.

Your stomach flipped as the robe slowly fell apart, though the feeling was filled more with excitement this time, instead of nerves. You laid back, letting him unravel you as if he was unwrapping a gift, and his burning gaze fell on your skin, igniting the flame rising in your belly as you laid there, completely exposed to his eyes, both your skin and your soul.

His fingertips brushed against your skin as he dragged the rest of the robe away from your body. Your body shuddered, both from the shivering cold breeze that had also caused your nipples to grow hard and also from his eyes that was kept locked on you, his gaze not so subtly running down your body, taking everything in. The need to hide from his gaze immediately grew stronger, though lying down beneath him like this made it hard for you to do so. As if he could read your thoughts, Taehyung leaned in and gently pecked your lips, drawing your attention back to him.

“There is no need to hide. You are beautiful,” he whispered to you as he lowered his face to the side of your neck and ran the tip of his nose up to your ear. He landed his gaze on your face before he took your lips in his again, kissing it gently for a moment until you grew lax beneath him. When he pulled his mouth away, a whine escaped from you. Though the sound was quickly replaced with a sigh when he didn’t go too far.

His lips remained attached to your skin, as his gentle kisses travelled down to the column of your throat, tracing every inch of skin until he finally reached your shoulder. He moved across your chest, slowly and carefully tracing his lips over the swell of your breasts before he came back up to find your lips again, ignoring the pulsing nipples that were craving for a touch. Your hands trailed up his chest as he straightened up against you, pulling at his shirt as you went, untucking it from the front and back of his pants. He pulled back from the kiss when he felt your shaking hands pulling at his buttons with your measly effort to take them off, only for him to grab onto his shirt and hastily pull it over his head, swiftly tossing it away from sight.

A lick of delicious heat came searing through you as your eyes took in his chest and abs. This was yet another part of him that was completely new to you. Completely mature and strong and manly, nothing like the lean young boy who had always walked beside you wherever you went. You couldn’t resist reaching up, pressing your fingertips on his bare chest to trace his warm skin and felt the lines on his abs. Then you leaned forward, kissing his chest gently, feeling the hard muscles tightening at the touch of your kiss.

Loving the way he tasted and felt under your lips, and the way his breath hitched with each kiss, you continued doing so, kissing across his chest and drinking him in, committing his form to memory the same way he had always done so with you since you were together.

His hand found your cheek as he took a long shuddering breath, pulling you back so he could look at you in the eyes before he came back down. He made a soft sound from deep within his chest as he kissed you again. His hands moved down your body, before taking both breasts in his palms, kneading the mounds gently as his thumbs flicked over the nipples that had become just as hard as pebbles even when they had been left neglected. A hiss escaped your lips as pleasure shot straight to your core, and your body jolted upward, your hips pushed up against the mattress as if each pulse that began to build up inside you was drawing you to him, wanting to feel him brushing against you and pushing his way inside.

“Taehyung—”

“Yes?”

“I—” you tried to speak, only to have his fingers that were circling around your buds distracting you that your words came out as nothing but a long moan.

“Do you want to stop?”

A strangled moan escaped from your lips before you could find your voice again, only when he stopped playing the tip of your breasts, drawing your chest to arch in fear that you would be losing his touch. “No, please. Don’t stop!”

He came back down and moved lower just then, with his lips skating across your collarbone, trailing feather-light kisses across your skin until he reached your delicate breasts. His tongue flicked over one hardened tip, eliciting a gasp out of you as he took one pebbled nub into his mouth and gave a light suck. His tongue circled around your nipple and your toes curled on the mattress. He took the chance to press you further into the mattress with his hard body, letting you feel his hardness that had formed everywhere. He moved to the other side to do the same thing, while his hands began to travel lower, and lower, until his grip found your thigh and he gently pried your legs open.

The bed dipped as he shifted his weight to position himself between your parted legs and his mouth returned to your breasts. You could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs which only seemed to have been accentuated with how he had your legs opened, allowing the cold breeze from the room to come brushing across your slick folds. There was also a constant pulse rising between your pussy walls that kept intensifying as he continued to suck your breasts into his hot mouth. Every swipe of his tongue across your nipple reinforced the feeling in your gut that was telling you how different everything would be once you would come out at the other end of this, and how wonderful it would be for the two of you to finally take that step forward. That the long wait and the battle that you had gone through to reach this point in your relationship had been worth it.

Taehyung continued to move, dragging his tongue down the underside of your breasts and placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your body must have tensed the moment he came further down and nearly reaching your lower mound when he suddenly lifted his head to ask, “Are you still okay?”

Breathless, and with your mind already turning into mush, all you could do was nod your head to answer him before he returned to your body, slipping down between your legs where his face soon disappeared from sight. It melted your heart how even in the middle of doing all these sinful things to you, he was still doing it in the classic Kim Taehyung fashion by taking his time with you, moving as gently as he could as if he was worshipping you while constantly making sure that you were doing alright in his care.

An electric spark came rushing through your body when his lips landed on your skin once more, tracing a path up and down your inner thighs until he stopped before he reached the center of your desire and moved to the other side. With a whine, you protested his teasing, making him chuckle against your skin as he refused to pull away before he was done with you. You could feel your muscles growing bunched and tensed beneath him as he continued to move his lips and tongue on your skin. Your thighs fell apart for him as you silently begged for more, needing him to touch you right where you were aching for release.

While his mouth finally made its way up towards your mound, he ran his fingertips down the underside of your thighs, resting just below your knees where he pushed your legs upwards, folding them up until you had your feet lying flat on the mattress. Your skin flushed when you realised just how exposed you were to him. That he was able to see your intimate parts, your slick folds now appeared right before his very eyes, pulsing harder with need under his gaze.

You tried to control your breath and pushed yourself up to see what he was doing, but your movement stilled as he lunged forward, his mouth finally landing right where you had needed him the most.

His tongue darted out to slip through your folds, moving up and down your slit in a way that was enough to send your head falling back to the pillows. Seeing your reaction drew out a deep grunt coming from him, then he proceeded to move his tongue in circles around your clit, taking his time there to prod and taste the swollen bud before he took it between his lips. Your back instantly arched upwards over the bed to the rush of pleasure and your fingers came down, threading through his hair just as a long, deep moan escaped your lips.

Your reaction and the pressure you were giving him at the back of his head seemed to urge him on. Keeping one hand on our thigh to hold your body still, he slid a finger into your pussy, sliding it through your wetness and pushing his way inside ever so slowly until his knuckles were buried between your pulsing walls.

Your breath hitched at the pressure of his fingers inside you and Taehyung immediately stopped when your hips stilled. He peered at your face with a concerned look in his eyes, wondering what he had done wrong. “What is it? Does that hurt?”

“Uhm, no—” you murmured softly before adjusting your hips until you were at the right angle and the discomfort faded when he started moving his fingers again. “There…that’s better.”

“Okay,” Taehyung whispered with a chuckle. He moved his fingers slightly while angling his wrist up to adjust himself to your new position before he began moving his fingers again, and he did so until your frown smoothened out, replaced with the ecstatic look that you would wear when you felt intense pleasure coiling deep inside. ”Just let me know if I’m doing it right. I just want to make you feel good.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know that he meant it, and it warmed your heart just how attentive and caring he was to you. Overwhelmed with emotions and all the sensations running through your body, the only thing you could do was nod, before incoherent words came spilling out of your mouth. “Oh, yes. This is nice. So good, Tae—” you tried to speak before your words faded into a moan as he thrust his fingers inside you, finding your sweet spot and pressing right against it.

The moment the rush of pleasure was back, rolling from within you, Taehyung dipped his head back down to stroke his tongue around your clit at the same time he moved his hand in a steady pace, in and out his fingers went until your muscles began to coil and tighten around him. He added another finger, and your hips began to move, matching his movements as he kept pumping his fingers into your pussy. A soft groan escaped from your lips when you began to tremble with the incoming release, but he didn’t let up, still working his mouth and tongue together with his fingers until your thighs were locked around his head, sending the sparks of your pleasure rising, and rising, until the moment it finally happened. Your orgasm came subtly at first, until he pushed his fingers into you right the moment your pussy clenched around him and you erupted like fireworks. The intense sparks of pleasure sent your legs kicking around him, your hips rising from the mattress, while your body shuddered with the waves of your climax.

By the time you came down from your high, Taehyung sat up, licking his fingers while watching you before he began peeling his pants down and started climbing his way up the bed. Your breath hitched as you saw him bare, his cock looked so big and stiff and so hard that it looked like it would hurt. Instead of fear, your body seemed to react with pure desire at the sight of it. The remaining spasms of your climax which was started to wane down suddenly started picking up, as your body instantly craved to have him buried deep inside your heat.

You were so entranced by his beauty and the way he was stroking his length that you almost came right there and then when he nuzzled his face on the side of your neck and pressed a kiss right below your ear. “I wasn’t planning on going this far, so I didn’t come prepared—” he whispered, looking terribly remorseful when he looked into your eyes. “I have no protection. I mean, you know. I don’t have any condom with me. So if you want to stop now—”

Reaching up with your trembling hands, you cupped his face and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop,” you whispered shyly. “I’ve been on the pills for as long as I can remember.”

His eyes darkened right then, while your heartbeat started pounding inside your chest. Were you going to do this? To have him raw and bare inside you the first time you were making love to him? But then you looked into his eyes, and your question simply faded when you found the answers there, looking back at you with love and trust. “I trust you,” you whispered to him while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

Lining the crown of his cock right at your entrance, Taehyung leaned down to capture your lips with his. He pressed a hard and demanding kiss as he nudged his cock forward, drawing a soft moan from you which grew louder when he slowly pushed his way inside you, parting your pussy walls with the tip of his cock. He stopped for a brief moment when your hips stilled beneath him. The way your walls were clenching around him drew a low grunt that came rumbling from his chest, while your body shuddered at the tight fit of his cock inside you.

And he barely made his way in.

The moment you felt you were ready to take him in, you moved one hand down his body. Pressing your palm on the globe of his ass, you pulled him down, urging him to bury himself deeper inside you. With a low grunt, Taehyung released you from his kiss and his hand found your hips. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled back slightly, only to then push his way inside, entering you inch by inch until his entire length was almost buried between your walls.

The delightful way he was filling you up drew a soft cry out of your lips, but you refused to look away from him. And you kept your eyes on him still when you thrust your hips to meet his and his cock disappeared into you. A sigh of content came out of your lips when you were joined together, skin pressing against skin, your body heat radiating and entwining with his, while you were joined so perfectly together that you no longer knew where you ended and where he began.

And it felt so right.

It felt as if you had always belonged together like this and you never wanted it to change.

After a moment, he finally began to move. His grip was strong on your hips as he thrust his cock inside you, again and again, keeping his pace slow and steady until you were no longer tense and trembling beneath him. As you continued to move in tandem, with him sliding his cock in and out of you, pressing at the right places within your core, and your hips continued to meet each of his thrusts, the pleasure continued to rise, increasing rapidly that nothing was stopping you from suddenly reaching the precipice of your climax.

Not only did it feel so heavenly with his velvety cock sliding between your walls, but you also felt as if you were drowning completely in his intense gaze that never once wavered from you. It made you feel something else clicking in place as you continued your love making. The more you felt the pleasure rising, the stronger you felt the bond between you interlacing with each other, each broken piece of your soul coming back together with his love as its glue, while he also mended the broken threads that had once tied you together.

It almost felt like you were once again whole. As if you were meant to be together all along.

It all felt so overwhelming that you nearly cried, only that the sound you made came out as soft gasps and the unshed tears you had building at the corner of your lids were mixed with the tears of relief and pleasure that you no longer knew which emotion was taking over you.

Just then, he began to pick up his pace. His thrusts grew gradually faster and harder, and the world around you was left forgotten, all the pain that you had ever felt simply faded into the background. All you could feel was him—his love, the delightful sparks that came from each pound of his cock, the mix of pain and pleasure that had your body coming alive and singing for him as he kept on hitting the crown of his cock right at the sweet spot hidden in the depth of your core.

As your walls clenched tightly around him, he only fucked you harder, pushing you further to embrace your climax as he chased for his own. You reached between you to find your clit and press down, playing it with your fingers while he kept thrusting and pumping his cock into you, each pulse coming from your pussy walls only spurring him on. Then he gave his all as he thrust his cock hard into you, once, twice, hitting right where it was enough to trigger your orgasm until it came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. It came to you so strongly that it sent him to his own at the same time until he exploded inside you, his hips jerking roughly against your when he came.

“Taehyung—”

It barely registered to you that you had been calling for his name while you were being engulfed in the waves of your orgasm, until the sound of your gasping breaths began to make sense and you realised that you were crying out his name in your climax. Taehyung leaned down, pressing his lips at the nape of your neck while he kept on riding out the remaining spasms of your climax, thrusting slower until your legs trembled and his hips twitched. His body shuddered for one last time and a deep sigh of content escaped from him before he finally pulled out of you.

The void he left behind made you feel empty and incomplete. Even your muscles were protesting as they clenched into the emptiness, pumping the essence of his cum out of your pussy in their rage. Your body was still trembling, your fading orgasm still humming through your body when he pulled you to his side, his deep voice soothing you as he whispered to you sweet, loving words between the kisses he kept pressing on your face.

Exhaustion came rolling through your body the moment everything calmed down. You could barely keep your eyes open to see him leaving briefly to clean himself and returning to do the same to you as he reached down to wipe the mess spilling between your legs with a hot towel.

His lips found yours again once he returned to you and gathered you in his arms. His kisses were soft as he soothed you, though it didn’t stop him from nipping at your lips playfully when he caught you drifting to sleep. Neither of you made a move once you were wrapped together, when his warmth was making you comfortable enough even while you were lying between the tangled sheets.

You relished the sense of satiated peace that was settling in your bones as you leaned into him, enjoying the way he was tracing your jawline with the tip of his nose while his lips were ghosting over the nape of your neck.

“______?” he whispered to you softly and pulled back.

“Hmmm, yes?” you simply hummed against his chest, before opening your eyes when you felt him pressing a kiss on your temple.

There was tenderness and warmth in his eyes when he looked at you, then his voice came out low and sincere when he smiled and said, “I’m keeping you.”

A lazy smile came across your lips, and you let yourself drift into sleep in the comfort of his presence, though not before answering him with, “Good. You better.”

❥ Commissioned by @hanuzylan

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cinnaminsvga · 4 years

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dorm duels masterlist 🏘

→ social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories

{or alternatively: 2 business majors, 2 stem majors, and 3 arts majors decide to duel for your affections, turning your university life into a real-life dating simulator}

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pairing: ot7 x reader genre: humor/crack, fluff, eventual smut warnings: to be added as series progresses

parts: 13/? updates: ongoing taglist: turn on notifs for @pdsyub polls + results: click here!

a/n: hello and welcome to what will be my most unpredictable au to date!! this will be VERY reader interactive but i can promise that this will have virtually no angst (lol) anyway... i hope we can all have fun and enjoy reading!!

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part 1 // facebook is full of lizard people part 2 // jeon jungkook does NOT pee in the shower part 3 // kim seokjin is evil for a living part 4 // min yoongi is a cat boy confirmed part 5 // park jimin can’t find his prostate part 6 // damn bitch you live like this? part 7 // kim namjoon is hot (but who’s surprised?) part 8 // kim taehyung and mister gonzales part 9 // lunch dates are cute, right? part 10 // high school crushes part 11 // pink tupperware part 12 // nunya business part 13 // bullying the maknae

profiles || asks

crush status explanation

attribute chart + explanation

#bts smut #bts fluff #bts social media au #bts smau #bts texts #bts fake texts #bts x reader #bts #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #intros will come out soon!! im excited for this lol #it will be... ridiculous #as per usual on this blog... when am i ever not insane in da membrane lol

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chateautae · 4 years

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the most wonderful time of the year | kth. (m)

➵ summary : taehyung hasn’t seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friend’s annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend; especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 19k

➵ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we know he’s packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back 😜, mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare

part of ksmutclub’s winter project 2020!, using prompt #7: “did everyone else come with a date?”

➵ a/n : thank you to @getmemyfries for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where she’s been all my life 😭, but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

“Are you serious, Jimin?”

“Very. I don’t know how you didn’t get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.”

“Did everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didn’t.”

“And that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?”

“Super funny, Jimin. I just got really busy and I don’t even think I was paying attention to you.”

“Well, it’s your loss now, everyone came with a date and you’ll be third-wheeling the whole night. You can’t blame us either, it’s cuffing season and you know it.”

“Do I really have to come? I’ll just spend Christmas with my family.”

“And ruin their vacation with your annoying ass? What a lovely son, an even better best friend for ditching my party.”

“Okay, Jimin, I get it. Just-fuck, alright, I’ll find someone. Please tell me you didn’t plan anything too couply in case I have to bring an absolute stranger.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

And Jimin cut the call without a second to spare.

Taehyung stood there baffled, appalled by his best friend for not even having said goodbye. But then again, maybe he really deserved it. Taehyung had just become too busy with his job this year to even think about Jimin and his friends’ party, allowing it to inhabit the back of his mind and loom over him for weeks, though not giving it the time of day he should’ve.

And now he’s stuck in a situation he doesn’t know how to get out of. The party is in just two days, how exactly was he supposed to find someone that would even agree to accompany him?

One, they would have to be someone explicitly bored on Christmas Eve. Two, comfortable with meeting complete strangers and spending an entire night with them. Third, they would have to be willing to even fake-date him.

Taehyung knew he could at least satisfy the third requirement with just a smidge of his charm and good looks, though the real issues were the other two requirements, especially the first one.

Who the fuck is ever doing nothing on Christmas Eve?

These are the exact thoughts that clouded Taehyung’s mind, sighing heavily as he dejectedly sauntered into a coffee shop after work. It wasn’t the usual place, but he decided on a new one in search of a possible partner; even if it were a stranger from a different coffee shop, he’d take what he could get.

It’s precisely why he began scanning the room just enough to discern any potential date as he waited in line. With his hands in his pockets, lips buried into his plaid scarf that draped over his brown winter coat, and attempted to make eye contact with any female he thought eligible.

He spotted some cute girls, though made quick judgements about them not fitting his requirements; some meeting boyfriends, family, yapping away about Christmas plans as though the whole store needed to hear about it.

Pulling out his phone, he considered he had some female friends, maybe co-workers he could convince to tag along. It sounded like a great idea in his head, though when he scrolled though his contacts carefully, he found himself coming up short once again.

Not only had he seen his friends’ stories, all flaunting their very apparent Christmas plans, but even more so his co-workers having literally informed him about either flying back home, meeting family or easing up far, far away on a tropical beach.

And he definitely knew there’d be no one available.

All of it made Taehyung feel deflated once he had placed his order and waited patiently by the store’s counter. He thought he was royally fucked, needed to forego social etiquette and just ask a damn stranger at this point.

Sighing yet again, he mindlessly looked over to the side, catching a glimpse of the person ordering after him with a voice he suddenly recognized. Taehyung’s eyebrows immediately shot to the sky once he took a double-take, a near injustice to say he was only shocked.

He was practically floored, had to rub his eyes a few times just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Surely he’d lost it after the gruesome shift he just pulled at work, because he was pondering how in God’s name was he seeing you of all people ordering.

How the hell did you manage to look 100x prettier than you used to, Taehyung thought. It was no doubt you; your smile still charming as ever, your hair still elegantly soft, your eyes still naturally sparkling under every Christmas light in the store just like they always did.

It was really you.

The same you he knew all throughout high school though moved away after graduation, the same you who was brilliant at every subject though could never understand math, the same you who waltzed into school with that plaid winter coat anyone could recognize you for, the same you who always teased him about his love for pineapple on pizza because you could never comprehend the taste.

The same you he once liked.

It was actually you, bundled up in a gray winter coat and white scarf as you smiled a thank you to the barista, eventually making your way over to the counter Taehyung was situated at, settling next to him without having noticed.

Taehyung thought you were an angel sent from heaven, a Godsend, his one and only true saviour once he studied you up close, concluding that you weren’t just some mirage but in fact his real-life friend from years ago who could possibly rescue him from this Christmas party fuck up.

And so he didn’t waste a single, valuable moment, because you know what they say, ‘carpe diem’, oh captain my captain.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?”

Your surprised eyes snapped towards the oddly familiar low voice, eyebrows shooting up once you resgitered just who exactly said your name. You seemed to be in the same disbelief as Taehyung, himself utterly grateful you’d actually recognized him.

“Oh my God, Kim Taehyung?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Taehyung laughed shyly. “Damn, how long has it been? 5? 6 years?”

“6 years, yeah.” You confirmed with a smile. “Since graduation.”

“I can’t believe that was 6 years ago, seems just like yesterday.” Taehyung couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off his face remembering the chaotic party by the lake you all threw together, resulting in someone nearly drowning, Taehyung downing more alcohol than he ever had in his life, and you shamelessly shoving everyone into the water until you eventually capsized yourself.

Taehyung had to collect himself to coherently speak sentences again, nearly feeling his neurons incessantly firing off in his brain. “But wow, when did you come back to town?”

“3 months ago, I was transferred for work.” You informed casually, though your sweet smile was infectious. “Wow, I’m.. I can’t believe I ran into you here.” You were honestly still shocked, marveling at the fact you somehow bumped into Kim Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung from high school.

The same Taehyung who teased you about being terrible at math, the same one who only ever brought strawberry jam sandwiches to school and God forbid someone ever took a bite. The same Taehyung who was the cute social butterfly everyone completely adored at school.

The same Taehyung you once liked.

“It doesn’t feel long indeed, but you look.. different.” You did a light scan of him, noticing just how how much taller, more handsome and manlier he appeared. It was reflected in the edge of his jawline, crisp face structure and broader upper body.

Quite frankly, he looked incredibly striking, almost intimidatingly so, and you could only think about when Taehyung used to appear a little scrawnier, lankier though still attractive all the same with his adorable eyes and plushy lips.

It was nearly daunting to see the gorgeous difference now.

“You look different too.. good different.” He added with a smile as he looked you over, and it was pleasant to see he still had that same boxy smile, the same little creases at the corner of his eyes. Though instead now, his smile looked devilishly handsome, and it was hard to not trip over your own feet about it.

“You too. You’re so much taller now.” You commented, craning your neck just to converse with him.

“And you’re still short, huh?”

Your mouth flew open, scandalized at the comment though laughed when he chuckled at your expression. “Oh c’mon, you’re still gonna tease me about how short I am? It’s been six years, Taehyung.”

“Hey, don’t think it’s not payback for all those times you lectured me about how ‘inhuman’ liking pineapple on pizza was. I still have your PowerPoint presentations saved.” Taehyung retorted through a laugh, remembering the way you’d really take the time to conjure up presentations just so he could be unconvinced of the preference.

“Okay, okay. You got me. Is there ever a way I could make it up to you... Assistant Curator Kim?” You read the lanyard that hung around his neck, inspecting it to see his ID photo along with his job title.

“Ah,” Taehyung exclaimed, scrambling for the lanyard. “I was in a rush to get out of work so I left it on by accident.” Taehyung explained a little embarrassed, unhooking it from around his neck.

“Why were you in a rush?” You knitted your eyebrows together, only asking out of innocent curiosity, though Taehyung lit up like a Christmas tree, knowing this was his golden opportunity and he was definitely going to take his chance.

“Uh.. do you still remember Park Jimin and the rest of our friends?” Taehyung started.

“Oh my God, of course I do! You’re all still friends?”

“Unfortunately, yeah. I mean, even when we get tired of each other we know nobody else will put up with us, so we’re still close.” Taehyung snickered, remembering him and his friends were still the same 7 dorks from high school.

“Awh, I wish I could see them, we used to have so much fun together.” You pouted, shoving your hands into your pockets as you recalled amusing memories from years ago; stupid adventures to the lake by your school, chasing the sunset, knowing you probably incessantly bothered the owner of that one gas station you always visited.

“Actually, the reason why I was rushing was because Jimin holds an annual Christmas Eve party, and this time around he made it a ‘bring-a-date’ memo, and I kinda got too busy to remember.” Taehyung began scratching the back of his neck, a little shy considering he didn’t really listen to Jimin when he should’ve.

“Ohh.” You nodded understandingly. “So you forgot to get a date?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung confirmed, nodding with some disappointment in himself. “But say, you mentioned a favour, right?” Taehyung eyed you knowingly, hand never leaving his neck as he forced himself to get the question out. “Are you doing anything on Christmas Eve?”

You were a little taken aback, thinking you knew exactly where he was going with this, and also thinking it was a damn Christmas miracle. You remembered your unfortunate situation for Christmas Eve; your parents having booked a cottage for themselves considering you’d be working that day, though gladly enough your boss decided it was the most wonderful time of the year, so why the fuck would he keep people hostage at work?

It landed you with quite literally nothing to do on the joyous day, and excitement began to fill your chest already about your answer, though you composed yourself to appear normal.

“No, actually. My parents are at a cottage together, so I was going to be home.”

Taehyung could’ve been on cloud nine right about now, thanking God or whatever supreme being for answering his prayers. You’d literally checked off his every requirement perfectly, and now all that was left was...

“Would you like come to Jimin’s party as my date? I know it’s only in 2 days and it’s really sudden, but I’m kinda stuck right now and I promised Jimin I would come after finding someone, he’ll probably kick my ass if I don’t-”

“I’d love to come.” You broke out into a grin at his adorable rambling, nearly giddy your assumption from before was exactly correct.

“Wait, seriously? You mean that?” Taehyung asked in wonderment.

“Why would I lie to you, Taehyung?” You chuckled at the endearing way his face was lighting up, trying to ensure he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him.

“Oh my God, you actually just.. saved my life.” Taehyung reveled, expression of utter gratitude.

“Don’t mention it. It’s all I can do after making you sit through 10 minutes of me berating you for liking fruit on pizza. It’s still weird, by the way.”

“Hey, don’t make me take your drink and ask you to jump for it.” Taehyung chastised, biting back a smile at the fact that you two still bickered like old times.

“Fair point, so in two days, huh?”

“Mhm. Can I get your number, actually? I’ll send you the details tonight.” Taehyung began digging for his phone in his pocket.

“Oh, yeah of course.” You agreed as you went for yours. You both huddled a little closer to exchange the digits, trading phones and adding your names into each other’s contacts. It dawned a slight fuzzy feeling in your chest, getting a whiff of Taehyung’s masculine cologne and realizing in this proximity, just how incredibly ravishing Taehyung had in fact grown up, how much larger and broader he was in comparison to you.

That he was a man now, not the quirky little dork you once knew, and that thought alone caused something to momentarily alight inside you.

He was a man now.

“Remember when we only had iPods and had to talk through our land lines?” Taehyung took a trip down memory lane and grounded you back to Earth, returning your phone to you.

“Ah yes, when technology was just expanding and us 90′s kids were always caught in the weird middle.” You reminisced as he chuckled, recalling the older days.

You were just finishing typing in your name for your contact, nearly clicking save until you decided to add the little bow emoji next to your name, handing Taehyung’s phone back to him.

“A bow?” Taehyung inquired, finding it cute.

“I deserve it, I’m your little Christmas present under your tree, aren’t I?” You flashed him a cute flower pose with a kittenish grin, the barista calling out Taehyung’s order just after.

Taehyung could only smile widely, endeared you still had that same playful charm. “Yeah, you are.” He made for his drink and nabbed it, fixing his phone back into this pocket before addressing you. “I’ve gotta get going. I’ll see you in 2 days, okay? It was seriously great meeting you again. Y/N.”

“You too, I’ll see you then!” You chimed with a wave as Taehyung began stepping away, almost turning from him until he suddenly called out to you one last time, just about through the door.

“Thank you again, Y/N, I owe you, my Christmas present!” He shouted his last words through a stupid smile, you returning the same one as a welcome before Taehyung exited the shop.

And you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking out into the goofiest grin then, cheeks hotter than you remembered. You were glad Taehyung was still the same charismatic, easily lovable person from high school, the same charm and adorable impishness about him.

Only now, he was all grown up and matured, no longer the slightly awkward, though heartfelt kid who liked stealing your history notes. And you became a little afraid feeling the same flutter in your heart from 6 years ago, curious if it was just a momentary lapse upon seeing him again, or signaling the ignition of an old flame it took you years to forget.

Taehyung : remember to bring your competitive side today ;)

You : omg, what did jimin plan?

Taehyung : you’ll have to wait and see

Taehyung : jimin’s a creative one, remember?

You : how could i forget? i’m never forgiving him for making me spend 3 hours writing calligraphy for that anthro project 😭

Taehyung : man, the guys are gonna love seeing you again

Taehyung : be there in 5!

You : gotchu!

You hated that you smiled so stupidly at your screen, never having forgotten the fluttery feeling Taehyung always managed to manifest in your stomach.

You clicked your phone screen off and checked over your outfit for the umpteenth time, wanting to look good not only for Taehyung (though that was the primary reason) but also for the rest of the crew. It’d seriously been too long since you last saw each other, having always been up to dumb shenanigans in high school though sadly parting ways after graduation.��

It was only inevitable with everyone’s future plans being so dissimilar, you having gone down the road of law and miraculously scoring a scholarship to a prestigious university a few towns over, spelling your departure from your beloved childhood city and therefore, goodbye to everyone you knew.

You were glad the boys managed to remain so closely-knitted despite their different paths; Taehyung having clearly acquired a job at a museum considering his love for art. Last time you remembered, Jimin was an aspiring dancer, Hoseok was a natural at hospitality, Seokjin always rambled on about acting, Jungkook was gifted with a camera, Namjoon adored books and Yoongi wouldn’t trade music for the world.

It was bittersweet recalling such memories, having to leave behind everything you knew to pursue your own dream. Bitter, though sweet knowing you had larger than life opportunities awaiting you. It was precisely what landed you your current job, working comfortably at a high-status law firm albeit stealing very much of your time.

It was perfect, nonetheless, since the main office was located back home and you had just been transferred 3 months ago, finding your way back 6 years later. You didn’t know if the boys were still in town, had no real clue where their lives went with only stray social media posts indicating they were still alive and healthy.

So running into Taehyung all of a sudden? It made you more than glad, remembering not only your fun times together as a group, but your comfortable friendship with him, and the undeniable feelings you’d developed overtime.

Suffice to say, you both were quirky yet cute, and you made perfect sense. Not only did it land you two a supportive relationship full of laughs and teasing, but also numerous instances where someone’s actions or behaviour became suggestive, questioned the borders of actual friendship between you though nobody willing to take the leap, and it left all your friends inquiring exactly when you two would start dating.

Though that was the sad part, you never did. And the reason why? You have no real clue. It simply never dawned on you to express your feelings towards Taehyung in fear of him not feeling the same, thinking your crush was just a phase and you’d eventually view him as a friend again, a process of denial you repeated for the 4 grueling years of high school.

Though the second you realized you’d have to say goodbye so soon, with the possibility you’d never see him again, you realized Taehyung was the one boy you truly loved, and sometimes questioned if you still did.

It hurt to have to hug him one last time before you disconnected, remembering the way you cried having to part from everyone, and Taehyung held you against him until your eyes dried, waving an innocent goodbye before you rounded the corner of your street and disappeared forever.

To this day you haven’t got a clue if Taehyung ever felt the same, always chalking up his little lingering touches, hugs and double entendres to his naturally flirtatious and outgoing nature. It hindered your ability to say anything, thinking over the years maybe your non-confessional departure was an enormous mistake.

So when you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring, in the five minutes Taehyung promised, your heart couldn't help but leap at the thought you’d see him again, meet all your old friends and spend an entire festive, fun-filled night with them.

You made for the door without a second thought and pulled it ajar, meeting Taehyung’s somehow more stunning self all ready to go. He’d decided today to dress with a tan plaid coat, black turtle neck poking out from underneath paired with black slacks to match; and you realized Taehyung definitely invented the all-black look.

Sources? You.

You almost gawked, his hair set to reveal some forehead though curl just before his eyebrows, and it was evilly handsome. He was evilly handsome.

You remembered he was standing right in front of you, thinking a good moment has passed since you uttered anything, a warm smile as you addressed him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He greeted back, scanning over you, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered for a second on your legs. You’d gone for your same gray coat, though surprisingly with an all black outfit underneath as well, cute wrap around dress with a v line dipping just generously enough, all paired with pantyhose.

Who cares about a little cold when you want to look cute anyway, right?

“We’re matching, it’s cute.” He complimented, his smile just a little impish as it met your chest momentarily though flashed back up to you.

“I guess you’re cute too.” You shrugged, nearly hiding your face under his scrutiny.

“We should get going, m’lady. Jimin’ll chew my head off if I’m late too.” Taehyung feigned a sophisticated tone, turning aside and holding out his arm for you to loop like a gentleman.

You chuckled just a little and clutched your side bag, hooking onto his arm as you switched the lights of your apartment off and shut the door behind you.

“Now would the kind sir tell me what we’re doing today?” You inquired as Taehyung began walking you down the hallway, peering at his God-like side profile. “You’ve been so mysterious about it.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Now what’s the point of a surprise if I tell you?”

“But why is it a surprise? Don’t tell me it’s something ridiculous like rock climbing.” You playfully scolded, trying to keep up with his long strides as he led you towards the elevator.

“Maybe it’s just to see the way your face will light up when you find out.” Taehyung suggested with narrowed eyes as he looked down at you, you staring back at him in scrutiny until you both snickered.

And as you entered the elevator arm in arm with him, maybe you felt that same skip of your heartbeat from years ago.

“Holy shit, Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?” Jimin’s face was utterly surprised, his warm, puppy eyes you remember too well wide as he held the door open.

“Of course it is, Park Jimin!” You cheered as you held your arms out for a hug, his gentle arm wrapping around your torso as he beamed.

“The guys are not gonna believe this, I gotta tell em’. Come in, come in!” Jimin ushered you and Taehyung inside, redirecting his attention to the beautiful, open space condo he called his humble abode. “Guys! Come to the front, look who’s here!”

You and Taehyung were propping your boots off when people eventually came piling into the front foyer and responding to Jimin absentmindedly. All were similarly unsuspecting their eyes widened when landing on you, sounding the next slew of hilarious commentary you’d missed too damn much.

“No way, is that Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Y/N?”

“Y/N, we thought you left town, when did you come back?”

“Taehyung, how the hell did you find her?”

“Even better, how the fuck did he get her to come as his date?” It was Jungkook who made the quip that elicited everyone’s snickering, yourself simply overwhelmed by the amount of memories that came back just by the sound of their quite manlier now, though familiar voices.

They all still had the same charming features, each of them reminiscent of their teenaged selves, but the difference? Now they were polished into captivatingly good-looking men you were baffled to even know at this point.

“Oh my God, it’s been 6 years, just let me hug you guys!” You excitedly gestured for them to come to you, friendly smiles all around as you embraced and reunited.

“Jungkook, why wouldn’t she agree? You trying to say something?” Taehyung didn’t let the earlier insult go, eyebrows quirked as he retorted.

“Dude, Y/N has always been out of your league.” Yoongi added.

“And honestly, now she’s even more out of your league.” Seokjin joined the teasing and it erupted another bout of cackling from the group, you only left to shyly scrunch your nose and giggle.

“Okay, okay, let’s move from standing here, yeah? There’s a party and 6 years worth of catching up to do!” Jimin chimed, chastising everyone huddled by the corridor and allowing you and Taehyung to settle into the home.

Jimin was still the meticulous perfectionist you knew back then, his home adorably charmed with Christmas decorations that made his place feel incredibly warm. His pretty Christmas tree in the corner with some gifts wrapped underneath, his fireplace adorned with pretty stockings, even the small trinkets scattered around were reminding your sadly adult-self that it was indeed Christmas, and it’s meant to be jolly.

It automatically created an atmosphere of festivity, and catching sight of the dates each friend brought moving about, it only felt more like the holidays with 14 people occupying the home.

You were marveling with a wide smile at the scene before you, everyone moving back into the house to resume what they were previously doing until you suddenly felt someone’s hands hook onto the neck collar of your jacket from behind. You whirled around in an instant with seeking eyes, viewing the culprit was none other than the only owner of the largest, most slender hands you still found incredibly attractive.

Goddamn you.

“Sorry, I’ll just take your jacket for you.” Taehyung realized he may have startled you.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, hurriedly shredding off the layer not having noticed you were still wearing it. “I could put it away myself though, give me yours.”

You reached for Taehyung’s jacket in his hands, though he immediately jut the jacket further away from you in protest. “No, no. You’re my date, I’m taking it.”

“But Tae-”

“Hey, you’re my present, remember? You deserve it.” Taehyung mimicked you from your exchange at the coffee shop, you ultimately acquiescing as a result.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully, though a laugh was pulling at you all the same. “What would you be, though?” You asked out of curiosity. “If I’m the present, what are you?”

Taehyung toyed with your question in his thoughts until he chose the perfect answer, lips growing into a smirk as he drew closer to your face a little. “The one who gets to open it up.”

Something shot through you that was alarming, his cocked eyebrow indicative he was being suggestive, and you played it off with a scoff. “It’s not even Christmas morning yet, and I know you’re just the goodest little boy on Earth who’d wait until he can open his presents.” You clasped your hands together, condescendingly feigning innocence.

“Or maybe you just never got to know, Y/N.” Taehyung then suddenly leaned down much closer to your face, inches from you as he looked into your eyes. “I haven’t always been a good boy.”

Taehyung was boring something undistinguishable into you, though the double meaning of his words left apparent heat in the air between you.

And here it fucking was again, those same double entendres Taehyung had always shot your way though you always took it as him simply fooling around, so you always joined in with your own jokes, assuming the same approach now.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that, Good boy. Santa’s watching.” You countered as you patted his chest sarcastically, causing Taehyung to stand to his full height biting his lip.

He stared at you for a moment before walking away, noticing how long his legs were and the unfair curve of his ass, and you suddenly gained a new feature of his to ogle at. He eventually disappeared and you breathed, temporarily forgetting you had a dumb habit of holding your breath whenever he was so close; his piney with a hint of ocean breeze cologne having been left behind, and hitting you like a truck just as much as his all black outfit did.

God fucking dammit.

You decided to ignore your intrusive thoughts and waltz into the party instead, grabbing yourself a drink and eventually making your way towards some of the boys’ pretty dates. It was refreshing to feel the presence of women, thanking the Heavens they were all relatively sweet and amicable.

Conversation always came easy to you, what with being a lawyer who has to be a master with words anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to not only befriend some of the girls, but also reconnect with the boys merrily, Taehyung by your side.

“Y/N, how dare you not contact any of us about coming back?” Hoseok asked, a little upset timbre in his tone.

“Yeah, I’m actually a little hurt you ended up coming with Tae of all people. After all the books I shared with you?” Namjoon feigned disappointment, a hand to his heart in near heartbreak.

“Dude, what’s wrong with her coming with me? Not my fault you gave her boring ass books.” Taehyung defended.

“Tae, you’d steal her history notes for fuck’s sake.” Namjoon countered with narrowed eyes.

“Guys, it’s been years. I just thought it’d been too long, so I didn’t say anything.” You stopped them, sadly remembering the way communication dwindled out the more you all progressed in your life.

“Look, you’re always welcomed, Y/N. You think I’d forget the girl who pulled an all-nighter just to edit my shitty final essay for English? I told you I’d write your name on my damn tombstone when I got an 80.” Seokjin laughed with a glass of eggnog, though supportive in his remark and it made you reminisce.

“I have no clue to this day how you passed English on just Sparknotes. Jungkook hated English more than you and he still managed to actually read 1984.” You chastised him like old times, though now it was a memory that brought a smile to your face.

“Look, I wasn’t interested in knowing the asshole motives of Big Brother and the 3-minute hate speech.” Seokjin defended himself.

“2-minute, and it was still a good book.”

“You’re telling me 60 pages of that dumb manifesto Winston found was good?” Taehyung perked up with crossed arms, quirking his eyebrows at you in incredulousness.

“Oh c’mon, you learn the entire history of the Party and all their bullshit.”

“And you’re still a nerd, I see.” Taehyung ticked his head to the side with his snarky remark.

“Oh shut up, I got a better mark than you on the final essay anyway.” You rolled your eyes.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a nerd.” Taehyung countered.

You gave a disapproving, scrutinizing look as you marched your way over to Jimin’s Christmas tree, comically gesturing to the Balsam Fir beside you. “I’m literally your Christmas present under the tree, Taehyung, you have to be nice to me.” You chastised him though it only made the boys looking on crack up.

“Y/N, you’re still hilarious as fuck.” Hoseok was lighting up with laughter, his pretty giggles sounding in a way that honestly made you giggle in the end too, Taehyung only letting up because you were just so you, and it tugged at his heart strings.

“Speaking of Jungkook from earlier, where is he? I just remembered the math notes he owes me his life for.” You perked up, gauging his presence around in the condo.

“He’s over there eating the chocolate chips, yah, Jungkook! Stop it!” Seokjin scolded from across the room where Jimin and Yoongi were bustling about in the kitchen, and you became confused hearing the mention of chocolate chips.

“Chocolate chips? I mean, I’m not complaining, but that’s quite the eccentric choice for party food.” You held up your hands in mock surrender.

“Oh, Taehyung didn’t tell you? It’s for the competition later.” Namjoon informed, though you only furrowed your eyebrows.

“Competition?”

“Yeah, baking competition. Jimin planned a couple’s one for his mistletoe theme. I’m beating all your asses, by the way. I’m a genius at decorating.” Hoseok folded his arms with a self-satisfied expression.

“Please, my girlfriend and I hold weekly bake-offs, watch yourselves, losers.” Seokjin calmed everyone down with his own greatness, you simply becoming beyond excited.

You turned to Taehyung in an instant, expression completely telling of wonder as you inquired with a high-pitched tone. “Tae, you didn’t tell me we were having a baking competition, that’s so cool!” You beamed, elatedly looking towards Jimin and Yoongi preparing ingredients.

“Taehyung’s a cryptic one, remember?” Namjoon joked, trying to stifle a laugh with a hand over his mouth, and Taehyung immediately defended himself.

“Shut up, hyung.” He sounded offended, though the smile tugging at his lips indicated after years of friendship, he’d never actually grow vexed at his admirable friend.

Taehyung then met your eyes, smile growing more apparent, warmer. “I told you it was to see the way your face would light up, didn’t I?” He tilted his head to the side then, eyes playfully studying you as he confirmed his observation. “Yup, your eyes totally still sparkle the same.”

You couldn’t help but fill with another wave of fuzziness, feeling as though Taehyung always knew how to make your insides all giddy, and maybe even thinking what’s so wrong if your feelings really were coming back?

You could only smile sheepishly at him, the rest of the boys knowingly watching the two of you like they have for years, everyone only falling out of the trance of the moment when Jimin’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“Alright Martha Stewarts, who’s starting the ass-kicking?”

“Hyung! That’s not fair, you can’t steal from us!” Jungkook scolded him as you watched the mania in front of you, Seokjin and his girlfriend Sa-Ha vs. Jungkook and his date Mira. It was becoming devastatingly hilarious, both teams only having 1 minute left until their cookies had to be plated in tip-top shape, all scrambling to create the best-looking ones.

“I can and I will, you stole from us first!” Seokjin rebutted him, Jimin raising his voice to signal how much left time was.

“30 seconds you guys, make it count!” And it was another catastrophic seconds until the timer went off, both teams exhausted and complaining all the same about their hard time fueled by Jin and Jungkook’s endless bickering.

It was laughs for the few of you looking on, waiting your turns until Jimin’s date Song-i chose from the hat of pairings, your eyes going wide once she called out your name with Taehyung’s against Hoseok and his date.

“Oh my God, Tae, that’s us!” You grabbed his arm alarmed, seeming nervous and it caused him to look at you.

“Why are you so nervous? We’ll do great.”

You scoffed at him in protest. “Taehyung, you did horrible in home ec, we’re gonna lose!”

“Hey, I’ll make you jump for the ingredients, have some faith, will you?” Taehyung retorted, grabbing you by your hand and dragging you over to one of the two counters Jimin’s grand condo had to offer.

“We’re taking you guys down on decorations, I’m a genius.” Hoseok gloated from his counter, tying his apron as he eyed you.

“I have a curator on my team, Hobi, we’re beating you.” You scrutinized him with an angry pout as he stuck his tongue out, you whirling back around to adjust your apron.

“Okay everyone, aprons on?” Jimin inquired, you having put on yours though watching Taehyung struggle with figuring out the apparently rocket-science contraption.

You sighed with a laugh until you grabbed it from his hands, helping him out. “It’s like this, Tae.” You got on your tippy-toes to situate the apron around his neck as he bent down for you, the contrast of your heights always having made Taehyung a little weak.

He was only left to watch you as you fixed the apron onto him, finding himself not even watching anymore, but straight up gazing, admiring.

Admiring the way your eyes were always in a state of perpetual sparkle, your small lips he never forgot the amount of times he contemplated kissing, your dress revealing your collarbones and chest that beckoned for him to just tear it off, all weakening him even more so.

What made him even weaker, however, was noting the way you’ve matured into a woman after 6 years.

A very beautiful, attractive woman.

Your body had always been art to him, but now you were polished into a masterpiece he desired to adore, run his hands all over. Your face structure was more evened out, hair set to fall elegantly upon your shoulders and neck so utterly inviting it all added a sense of sexy maturity to you.

It was distracting, Taehyung venturing off on the thought you were a woman now, not the innocent, sweet nerd he once knew, and it constantly began to rack his brain when he felt something course through his veins about it.

Because you used to be so painfully innocent, so naturally a girl next door he couldn’t help but want to taint sometimes, to ruin and unravel for his own. He could even feel it with every time your smaller hands touched his body as you worked the apron guilelessly, wanting to snatch up your wrists instead and do unspeakable things, especially with that fucking dress on his mind.

What made it all worse is that Taehyung could tell you only acted guileless, and never actually were. You also made your own suggestive comments, always caught his drift and he could tell you weren’t the innocent little thing you appeared to be.

Taehyung was so completely lost he heard you suddenly calling his name.

“Taehyung, are you listening?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“You have to listen to what I say, okay? Just follow my instructions and we’ll win against them.” You made little fists in the air to encourage him, Taehyung mimicking the action.

“Y-yeah. I will, let’s do this.” You turned around after smiling sweetly, fixing some of the utensils on the counter and completely unsuspecting of Taehyung’s thoughts.

That even after 6 years apart, after thinking he’d successfully forgotten about you, there was still something that pulled at his heart every time he saw you smile, every time you were ever near him.

And he came to the conclusion maybe his feelings really haven’t changed from 6 years ago.

“Taehyung, can you pass me the butter, please?” You asked urgently, whisking away at your bowl of almost-there cookie dough with Taehyung hovering around you as he watched.

“Got it.” He returned with some of the butter, you struggling to scoop some of it until Taehyung reached out for the block. “Here, let me do it and you whisk.”

“No, you’ll end up putting in too much. Let me do it.” You nudged him with your elbow, picking at the butter.

“But you’re already whisking, just let me take it out.” Taehyung protested as he reached, though you blocked him right away.

“No, Tae, remember we decided I’m on baking and you’re on decorating?”

“Your job is way harder than mine and I’m useless right now, let me at least whisk.” Taehyung grabbed for the bowl until you snatched it away from him, already done with scooping the butter when the action caused some of the flour to fly up on your dress, gasping scandalously.

“Taehyung!” You whined, Taehyung scrambling for a quick apology.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Taehyung almost completed until a splash of flour went hurtling onto his shirt, causing him to look down with his mouth agape. “You did not just throw flour on my black turtleneck.”

“You got flour on my black dress first, you tree.” Your eyebrows were set hard as you scolded him, still loosely whisking away at the cookie dough.

“It was by accident, you half-pint.” Taehyung rebutted, trying to bat the flour off himself.

“Then mine was an accident too.” You mocked him, unsuspectingly whisking again when flour suddenly hit your chest, offended to find Taehyung snickering with it all over his hand.

“That was an accident, too.”

“You’re so...” You huffed out as you placed the bowl down and grabbed your own handful of flour, just about to throw it on Taehyung when is large palms came up to snatch your wrists, forcing your arms back as he snickered.

“Taehyung, this is unfair!” You complained, struggling against his hold.

“It’s an accident.” Taehyung mimicked with a genuine laugh watching you scramble in his hold, until the smile wiped off his face shortly after when you simply released the flour from your palm and it spilled all over his turtleneck.

Your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laughter, Jimin’s own giggling fit sounding and you remembered he was monitoring the competition. “Taehyung, you dumbass, you had that shit coming.” He held his stomach, entire body laughing at his best friend.

You were giggling along with Jimin until Taehyung had had enough, licking his lips with mischief.

“That’s it, come here.” He then spun you around and engulfed you with his arms from behind, holding you snug to his chest as you tried to escape him alarmingly, knowing what Taehyung was going to do next.

“Taehyung please, wait, I beg of you, don’t!” And it was already too late when you felt his long fingers begin to tickle at your sides, your incessant protests melding with giggles along with his beautiful laughter filling the kitchen.

You continued to fight against his hold, the constant feather-like touches making you reel and breath leave your lungs. “Taehyung, stop! Oh my God,” you struggled through a laugh while he nuzzled his face into your hair. “I’ll die, Taehyung, please!”

“Nope, this is what you get.” Taehyung continued his onslaught as he held you tighter, you beginning to acquiesce in order to reason with him.

“Okay, okay, look. We’re running out of time!” You tried controlling your laughter, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to calm down. “We have to beat Hobi and Ah-yeong or else we’ll lose!”

His amused voice sounded near your ear, still reprimanding you. “I’ll only stop if you say sorry.”

“Alright, I’m sorry!” You were grabbing at his wrists for release. “I didn’t mean it, just stop tickling me!” You protested with a giggle until you felt his fingers rest, rather exchanging it for simply encasing you.

“Good girl, you’re getting on Santa’s nice list.” Taehyung joked.

You could only sigh as you resupplied oxygen to your lungs, moving towards the bowl. “Okay, let’s get back to work before we lose.” You puffed out air, breaths levelling as you returned to the counter and grabbed the whisk and bowl, only to find Taehyung hadn’t retracted his arms yet.

He instead remained behind you, reaching for the utensils in your hands, his large ones grasping them along with you and the contrast of his broad body enclosing your smaller one made you feel something in your core.

Your eyes widened in surprised when his head unexpectedly found your shoulder, resting his chin there as he peered down at the bowl before you, you sputtering. “Taehyung, w-what are you doing?”

“Helping you, is there a problem?” The deep cadence of his voice was just by your ear, dangerous for your health.

“N-no. But it’s okay, I’m fine on my own-”

“Nope, this is the least I can do for you..” Taehyung’s tone seemed to trail off suddenly, having calmed down from his laughter and you found him speaking in earnest. “You’re my Christmas present I dragged all the way here with me, remember?”

You could only smile sympathetically as you looked to your side, eyes welcomed by his gorgeous side profile on full display just centimeters from you. It made you realize just how close he was, his warmth engulfing you and it caused little sparks to fly inside your chest.

“It’s not so bad, Taehyung. You’re just a good boy who needed his little Christmas present.” You teased light-heartedly, proud of your remark until Taehyung suddenly turned towards your ear, ghosting the shell of it with an unexpectedly darker tone, low and down right gruff.

“I’m not always a good boy.” He stated it simply, though the hot baritone in his words oddly left your spine cold, freezing over even more when Taehyung then wrapped his arms entirely around your torso, pulling your back to his chest. He did it so tightly you could suddenly feel your ass pressed to his covered length, oddly contradicting how couple-like you two probably appeared and it was goddamn intoxicating.

You panicked at first but eventually basked in his hold, mustering the courage to speak with a suggestive tone. “I’m not always a good girl, either.”

You threw it out there, cheeks slightly heating adding your own double entendre, though the way Taehyung suddenly tensed for a second had you feeling more confident, the puff of air he sucked in apparent.

The conversation only ended with a satisfied hum from Taehyung as he watched you bake, a nice rumble that reverberated from his chest and into your back, feeling an odd arousal spike all the way down to your toes.

It was already lethal with his pretty hands holding around your waist, the closeness an added thrill. It made your chest fill with something riveting, almost anticipatory of what all of this meant between you two, excited for wherever this night would truly go.

It wasn’t long before it came time for Taehyung to plate and decorate the cookies, carefully placing his little embellishments he swore were the cream of the crop as you bickered with him, your incessant teasing resulting in you hugging him from behind while he worked.

And Taehyung knew he was doomed the second he felt your very obvious chest press into his back, his nerves pumping carnally as he then felt a side of him he’s always hid from you escape its reigns.

It was damn transparent Seokjin and his girlfriend would win, their exquisite baking and cooking skills having created masterpieces everyone dug into happily. It’d won them the choice of what movie everyone would watch tonight along with a dinner that the losers, surprisingly not you and Taehyung, but Namjoon and his date would have to pay for.

Everyone was now seeking comfortable positions for the movie around the TV while you were last minute cleaning with Jimin in the kitchen, offering your help after the mess you and Taehyung made with your little flour mishap.

Taehyung had properly gotten rid of the flour on his sweater, now lounging on an armchair in the living room with his phone in hand. You felt yourself glancing towards him more than you should’ve, reprimanding yourself each time though found yourself doing it nonetheless.

It was just hard to keep your eyes off him when Taehyung was the epitome of a Greek God, questioning how such a being is allowed to walk among us commoners. His chiseled jawline was far too handsome for his own good, his neck sculpted so perfectly it left you you wondering what it would feel like to mark him up all over, and the way his long legs were manspreading before him was so inviting the sight alone made you figuratively drool.

And fall even harder.

You didn’t realize you were ogling until Jimin’s hushed voice pulled you out of your reverie. “You’re staring.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jimin chuckled as he continued to wipe the counter one last time. “It’s been 6 years, why don’t you just say something?”

“There’s nothing to say, Jimin.” You tried brushing him off, though Jimin didn’t buy it.

“My ass, Y/N. You really think after what happened in the kitchen there’s nothing between you two?”

“I don’t know, it’s just how Taehyung is.” You concocted an excuse, deflating as you did so.

Jimin shook his head in disapproval. “It’s been like this since high school, Y/N, why didn’t you just tell Taehyung how you felt?”

You looked at him in earnestly before softening into a sigh, knowing Jimin was really the only person you ever spilled your feelings for his best friend to.

“Because I was scared, Jimin. You know how hard it was for me to even admit it to you.” You answered with a quiet voice, scrapping the flour you threw at Taehyung into the garbage.

“But Y/N, you two... the way you are. What were you so afraid of?” Jimin’s sweet, pacifying voice asked, clearly having been rooting for you both ever since you fessed up.

“Rejection, Mimi. Even if we’re like that...” You trailed, thinking over your relationship with Taehyung. “What if it’s all only a joke on his end? Taehyung has always been naturally flirty.. and we’re friends. I don’t think I’m any different than a conquest.”

Jimin understood your point, though made it his own to advise you otherwise, washing out the cloth in the sink. “Y/N, that’s only what you believe.” His eyes told you of genuine support, offering like the comfort fairy he’s always been. “Just because you believe something, doesn’t make it true.”

And that damn well hit home for you, realizing that maybe you’ve really been in your head too much about this, overthinking by creating doubts and excuses in your head to subdue your fear of confessing to Taehyung, to avoid the hurt of rejection but possibly missing an entire opportunity.

“You should tell him, Y/N. It’s been long enough, you’ll never know how he feels if you don’t try.”

You became apprehensive. “But how do you know if he’ll feel the same way?” Jimin could only chuckle to himself, his smile radiant as he found you the most innocent, yet funnily oblivious thing on Earth.

“Look at the way he acts around you, Y/N.” Jimin advised. “He’s my best friend, and I’ve never seen him like that with anyone except you. Conquests are conquests, but you’re you, and that’s different to him.”

Your mind instantly went into a frenzy, thinking well fuck, Jimin is Taehyung’s best friend, and he’s telling you that all this time Taehyung has never really enacted the same behaviour and energy with anyone expect you? This whole time? What does he mean you’re different? You’re.. different to him? Aren’t you just his female friend he’s known since ninth grade, and so surely there’s nothing but the added value of history there, right?

Right?

You were only left to digest Jimin’s words as you placed the dustpan back to its original spot, Jimin finishing up with the sink. The conversation ended there, Jimin guiding you back to the living room and nestling himself next to his date. You were distracted with Jimin’s suggestions until you walked into the space and realized there was nowhere for you to sit, the couples perfectly paired up and occupying all the available space.

Your entrance is what made Taehyung snap his vision to you from his phone, watching your confused face contemplating where to sit until he whispered to you, motioning towards himself on the armchair furthest from the screen and tucked behind the other couches. “Y/N, come here.”

You studied his placement, on a singular armchair with his lap very much open. You shivered at the sight, though protested in a hushed tone realizing the chair could really only fit him. “There’s nowhere for me to sit.”

Taehyung then spread his legs a little further apart and tapped his thigh, revealing some space for you to sit.. on him. “You can sit here.”

You were glad the lights were turned off, just so Taehyung didn’t have to see the blush that rose to your cheeks when you answered. “Um, o-okay.”

You then ambled over to him in front of the rather comfy looking armchair, thanking God everyone was too distracted bickering over Seokjin’s movie choice to pay attention to you both.

“Are you.. sure about this?” You managed to get out, mind going feral over the fact that one of your previous thoughts was actually manifesting itself, nearly chickening out.

“Mhm, just sit on me.” Taehyung offered casually, his expression unreadable and ultimately making you doubt Jimin’s advice from before, realizing that Taehyung has always been a hard person to read, which is why you could never tell how he felt about you, shutting your trap about damn love confessions.

You didn’t respond and rather tentatively made it to the take your seat, the seat that was Taehyung’s fucking lap. You placed your ass on his thigh with your legs thrown over him, angling yourself so that the temple of your head rested against his shoulder.

Though it proved to be lethal in seconds, his cologne now completely flooding your nostrils and the thin skirt of your dress leaving much of your clothed core feeling the muscle of his thigh.

You felt Taehyung tense underneath for a second as you adjusted the skirt of your dress over your own thighs, smoothing it over properly as your hands then clasped in your own lap.

Taehyung was glad you didn’t have the ability to read his mind, because the second he realized everyone was naturally pairing up to cuddle with their dates, it would only mean you two would have to do the same. So when you paddled over, standing before him in that cute dress he’s been wanting to tear off you this entire party, he was more than thrilled to offer his lap as your seat.

But when you actually sat on him, your ass and hints of your core against his thigh with your tempting legs draped over him, he was continuously beginning to think dangerously, salaciously.

He tried to keep his breathing leveled, though the second he felt you adjust against him and your covered center press onto him, he knew he would never survive whatever fucking movie everyone eventually settled on.

When it finally began to play, Taehyung snaked his arms around your waist and held you to him, feeling your breath hitch for the tiniest second before you relaxed.

And it damn well thrilled him.

The movie was beginning to progress now, Taehyung and yourself in the same comfortable position until you yawned and snuggled more into him, a hand coming up to drape across his chest and head finding shelter closer into his neck.

Taehyung tensed again, feeling every breath you took with the weight of your smaller body on top of him, mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

And especially when you shifted your ass a little against his leg, he twitched with something so much more carnal, blood pumping somewhere it shouldn’t and this time, Taehyung didn’t really feel like holding back anymore.

His hands suddenly faltered, his palms coming to singularly rest against one of your thighs, clasping it slightly. He knew there was nothing but your leg with only pantyhose as a barrier for your skin, sending currents through his veins thinking you could definitely feel his every touch.

You nearly jolted when Taehyung’s hands met the meat of your thigh, the placement shooting more arousal through you than it should’ve.

You were calm until Taehyung suddenly inched his hand towards the inner part of your thigh, making your core clench and hand clutch his sweater to contain the electricity it sent.

You’ve always had such dirty thoughts about what Taehyung’s hands could do, the slenderness and length of his fingers always revving your imagination. So to have his fingers just on the inside of your thigh, sitting in his lap as he seemed to be teasing, was enough to send your brain spiraling.

Your scandalous thoughts made you shift against him to experimentally feel the friction, your core grinding against his thigh for a moment and Taehyung’s breath immediately hitched. His grip on you tightened and his hold tensed, had you suppressing the feeling of making a sound.

He slid more inward, closer to the prize he was seeking and you could only hide your face into the junction of his neck at the way your pussy felt butterflies. It made you squish your thighs together to feel something, and God fuck, was the tension between you two so searing you could feel it radiating off Taehyung’s body.

It’s what made whispering slowly against him flow easily, quiet so as not to alarm anyone in the living room.

“I thought you were a good boy, Tae. What are you doing?” Your voice was sultrier than you planned, and it wasn’t chastising him at all, rather teasing for something more.

You could only feel the rise and fall of Taehyung’s chest underneath you as he contained himself, the cuddling leaving you to feel his every micro-movement when he responded.

“I thought you were a good girl, what are you doing?” Taehyung’s voice was low and deep, the vibration coursing through your body and it only invited you to become hornier.

“Guess I’m not a good girl after all.”

Taehyung made a sound as though scoffing, dangerous in its tone.

“Guess I’m not a good boy, either.” And just after, Taehyung inched his fingers even closer to your clothed core, making the slightest of contact on your slit through the material of your dress and you practically twitched in his hold, sucking in a breath as you clasped onto the fabric of his shirt.

“You have no idea..” Taehyung suddenly spoke up, voice laden with something hungry, hot. “what I’ve always thought about doing to you.”

You could only jolt in his lap, more of his cologne meeting your nose and it caused you to suppress a sound by stuffing your face into his neck. “What.. have you thought about?”

Taehyung then suddenly cupped your sex over your clothes, making you grapple onto his neck and bite back a moan so hard you had to breathe through your nose.

“How I want to ruin you.” Taehyung’s low baritone and rough palm rubbing teasingly against your now aching pussy left you gushing, arousal racking the bottom of your stomach you were almost afraid of how easy it was for him.

Your breath was shallower now, trying to compose yourself by egging him on. “You’d want to ruin an innocent girl like me?”

“I know you’re not innocent, princess.” Taehyung asserted with the slightest growl to his tone, thankful your seat was positioned behind the rest of the others so nobody could see what was going on.

“Only when it comes to you.” Your seductive voice beckoned lust to course through Taehyung, breathing out hot air. “What else?” You suddenly croaked out.

Taehyung hummed lowly into your ear, his palm smoothing over your cunt in ways that had you screwing your eyes shut. “How I want to make you beg.” He purposefully pressed harder against your clit, had you scratching into the column of his throat. “Make you scream my name.”

You gushed your arousal even more, breathless with your words. “I bet you say that to everyone.”

Taehyung chuckled dismissively, dipping his head lower to whisper darkly into your ear.

“I only say that to pretty little things I want to ruin, and you’re the prettiest little thing I know.”

Your breath came out in a weighty puff, sighing satisfyingly against him as you snaked your hand from his neck down to the hardening length in his pants. You grazed your palm over his clothes and he twitched almost violently, biting back his hiss with a strong grip against your thigh with his free hand. You grew proud, speaking up when it boosted your ego.

“I’d love to see you try.”

And that was when the pads of Taehyung’s fingers pressed into your clothed cunt so euphorically you were seconds from letting out a moan, Taehyung cupping his palm over your mouth to silence you.

“Shh.” Taehyung sounded by your ear. “Can’t let everyone hear my girl, now can I?” He hushed you huskily, leaving you to sigh your arousal into his large palm and eternally grateful the movie’s volume was loud enough to mask your talking.

Taehyung then began the slowest circular ministrations on your clit, shooting continuous pleasure through your body as you clutched your hand onto his wrist holding your mouth, urgently trying to suppress moans he was easily milking out of you.

It felt like sparks, continuous sparks in your covered pussy as Taehyung rubbed against your folds, gliding down to your slit and teasing your throbbing hole.

The mere prospect of his fingers shoving inside you made you wet beyond comprehension, only digging little crescents into his forearm with muted moans. It was sickening how easily he had you turned on, how easily you were getting riled up by just his fingers, and so you mustered the strength to lightly stroke his cock over his pants as revenge.

Taehyung then put pressure against your clenching hole as punishment, shoving your face into his neck when he teased your entrance and squishing his hand between your thighs with his other urging them open.

“Look at you,” Taehyung growled. “all fucked out just by my fingers.” He whispered darkly into your ear, the vibration of his baritone voice once again sending you into overdrive. “They’re not even inside you yet.”

The ‘yet’ had you restless, body grinding against him and this time it was Taehyung trying suppress a satisfied groan.

“If my fingers have you like this, imagine my-”

“Oh c’mon! That’s not even realistic!” Seokjin suddenly shouted at the screen, startling you and Taehyung.

“Jin, calm down. It’s just a feel-good Christmas movie.” Yoongi cautioned him.

“How the fuck does the kid just free the burglar from the cop car? It’s damn common sense.” Seokjin complained about the scene from Christmas with the Kranks, having been unsatisfied with the movie since the beginning.

“Baby, why’d you choose this movie?” He whined to his girlfriend Sa-Ha, her feigning innocence as she defended herself.

“It’s almost over, Jinnie. Just sitand watch.”

And that’s when Taehyung ripped his hands off you, leaving you to breathe out ruggedly for a few seconds before your vision looked up at Taehyung’s, mutually shocked at what the fuck just happened.

You’ve never done something like that before, and as your scared sights looked back at each other, you could only think you were both under some sort of horney trance that swept you two into uncharted waters.

It made you divert your eyes from Taehyung immediately, your mind going blank.

Taehyung was left hard and extremely turned on, though began dissipating once he couldn’t fathom he went that far with you so quickly, his brain having been clouded by lust he should’ve kept in check.

And with the way you looked at him, panicked and snapping your vision away in an instant, he doesn’t know if he just made a grave mistake.

You both became shameful, swallowing dryly as your attentions fixated back onto the screen, thinking about what just transpired.

There was this incessant feeling in both your chests contemplating there was something more, clearly more between you two.

And it was downright fearful.

“Yah, why are you guys leaving so early? C’mon! There’s still half the eggnog left.” Seokjin pouted from across the room, sadly chugging his drink as the others hummed in agreeance.

“Yeah, c’mon guys. It’s the holidays, let’s all spend it together, sleep over for the fuck of it!” Hoseok chimed in what you could tell was an inebriated state, practically swaying as he talked and the lilt in his tone ever-so cheery.

“Um, excuse me? Sleep over? Nobody’s doing that.” Jimin shoot him down from where he stood near you and Taehyung, scolding his friends with crossed arms. “If they want to leave they’re allowed, we already made Y/N abandon her Christmas for us.”

“It’s alright, Jimin. I missed you guys too, I wanted to come.” You offered sentimentally, hand touching his elbow to let him up and he eased.

“Since you’re officially back in town, we’re never leaving you alone again, Y/N!” Namjoon called out from the living room, engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV.

“Yup, seriously not going to leave you alone.” Yoongi hummed with half-lidded eyes, near falling asleep on the couch.

“I still owe you for those math notes, expect me becoming your Genie for a day!” Jungkook called out from the kitchen, most likely munching on the treats everyone crafted during the competition earlier.

“Of course, I’ll see you guys! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” Everyone cheered, their dates similarly adding on.

You then brought your attention back to Jimin, seeing you and Taehyung out as the wonderful host of today’s party. “Thank you for the party, Jimin, it was amazing.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung perked up next to you, apologetic he was so negligent of the party in the first place. “It was seriously fun, Jimin, I’m sorry I acted like it wasn’t a big deal before.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.” Jimin casually waved him off. “Dude, you could text me a Merry Christmas and I’d be alright, you know us.” Jimin smiled reassuringly, right on your toes when Taehyung and yourself stepped into his front foyer.

You were both fixing on your shoes just before Jimin’s door when he spoke up again. “It was great having you guys, and even better having you, Y/N, come here.” Jimin held out his arms for a warm hug, you returning it merrily. “You’re always welcomed here with us, visit anytime you want.”

“Thanks, Jimin, it really means a lot.” Your grateful eyes found his once you disconnected.

“We’ll get going now, thank you again, Jimin.” Taehyung for some odd reason placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you two a little closer and you simply accepted the action, trying not to read into it.

“Of course.” Jimin replied. “Though one last thing, you remember the theme of this party, right?” Jimin asked you both, you and Taehyung similarly responded with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Well look up, lovebirds.” Jimin cocked his head upwards towards the ceiling, casually leaning against the corridor of his entrance when you and Taehyung glanced up, innocently viewing the little mistletoe dangling above your heads, eyes reflecting the realization of what Jimin was conveying.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Jimin added with a purposefully hushed, knowing tone. He was just about turning away until he called out in caution. “Oh, careful driving, by the way. I just heard the snow got bad.” And with that, Jimin left nothing but his sweet cologne in the air when he disappeared.

You and Taehyung shuffled about a little, not exactly daring to exchange gazes when the air became all stuffy.

You were both mutually pondering what the absolute hell to do in this moment. Do you kiss? Do you not kiss? Do you awkwardly try to address what happened earlier after silently agreeing with your dicey body language to never speak of it again? Or hell, do you damn well take Jimin’s advice and just flat out tell him you’ve always had feelings for him?

Wait.

Jimin’s advice.

It came back to you, thinking Jimin was actually extremely wise in what he said. You took to his words into consideration, studying some of the little things Taehyung did around you, from the things he uttered all the way down to the simple way he even looked at you, contemplating something, just something had to be there.

But then maybe, just maybe you could also chalk it up to his naturally flirtatious behaviour you’ve always observed, always habitually affectionate with people and that’s what’s always made him so easily lovable in the first place, what made Taehyung a boy who was born to be loved.

And he was tricky, his expressions and feelings always indistinguishable with the composed, nuanced way he carried himself especially now, convincing you reading him was a lost cause.

Though as you glanced at Taehyung right now, visibly nervous, his usually schooled face and unreadable expression now indicating nerves, awkwardness you two have never really experienced between each other before, you decided maybe you should stop making excuses.

Stop avoiding signs and doubting his every move and burying your feelings so deep underground, that maybe you should just fucking take your leap of faith already.

So you stepped closer to him, your figure almost laughably smaller compared to him, and watched as his pretty eyes brightened in surprise at you.

It only took a few seconds, for your lips to curve reassuringly, for your soft hands to cup his face delicately against the edge of his sharp jaw. To get on the tip of your toes and bring your lips to Taehyung’s, pressing a heartfelt kiss to mouth.

A kiss so very soft and tender, it was like teenagers kissing for the very first time, and it made you giggle on the inside, thinking that’s exactly how your entire ordeal has felt like; your two teenage selves trying to navigate whatever feelings lied between you.

Taehyung was shocked, having been silently berating himself for being too bold too quickly and thinking his abandonment of chivalry in that instance was wrong, the air between you having been tainted with a sense of unspoken, though apparent awkwardness for the rest of the party.

But now, now you were kissing him, and for the first time, his insides leaping at just the prospect. It felt like a damn dream, though the press of your mouth against his confirmed it was in fact real, that it was gladly his sweet reality.

That after years of imagining what it would feel like, he’s kissing the girl he’s loved since the second he saw her hair glow in the rays of the sunset, the minute he realized she wasn’t just pretty, but beautiful to him, the hour he’d witness the moonlight kiss her skin when she stayed up with him on sleepless nights, leading all the way up to the year he realized she’d leave him, so soon, so fucking soon it absolutely crushed him.

And Taehyung wouldn’t admit it you, but your departure left his heart ravaged for quite possibly years, continuously overthinking how different things would’ve been if he just told you. Told you how he felt, told you that behind every innuendo, behind every hug, every tease, every stupid smile he flashed your way, that there was love behind it all.

Pure, unadulterated love.

He regretted it for months, for years thinking he’d truly lost the greatest opportunity in his life having let you go without protest, without fighting for you like he should’ve.

It hurt, it hurt until he’d eventually grown accustomed to the ache in his heart whenever he saw that same plaid pattern on anyone else, reminded of the jacket you wore to school everyday. The way he found himself subconsciously comparing nearly every girl he dated to you, how on rainy days and quiet nights, he sometimes wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you were awake at this time of night like he usually was, remembering the way the moonlight always seemed to love you, just like he loved you.

And he still did, Taehyung thought. He still loved you, now feeling your lips kiss him, your adorable height making you tippy-toe, the gentle way you held his face comforting.

Your lips then disconnected, Taehyung seeing your gaze was warm, something so reminiscent of affection, adoration in your eyes, and he thought in that one, singular moment that maybe, just maybe...

You loved him too.

“Fuck, this snow is bad.” Taehyung swore as he gauged any clear path of the road ahead.

“I hate to admit this, but the group was right. It was probably better staying at Jimin’s.” You sighed, worried about the amount of damn white you were seeing blanket the world outside.

“I thought if we left early we could escape it, but shit, mother nature is always so fickle.” He complained.

“It’s her charm, unfortunately.” You shrugged, realizing there was truly no way for you to get home now. “It’s early too, the snow ploughs won’t clear the roads just yet.” There was suddenly a concerned lilt to your tone as you peered ahead, gripping Taehyung’s arm and it grabbed his attention. “It’s getting dangerous too, Tae. I don’t want you driving in this.”

Taehyung was glad he had the gifted ability of hiding his emotions, because right now he would’ve been embarrassingly over the moon. He smiled back to you reassuringly, then contemplated an alternative.

“Would you.. rather come to my place?” Taehyung inquired, biting his lip once he realized he stupidly stuttered.

You blinked. “What?”

“Well, my place is much closer, and it’d be less dangerous driving there. You can just stay until they clear the roads.” Taehyung relayed casually, expectant eyes on you as his hands tapped against the steering wheel.

Your face slowly turned into an appreciative smile, taken aback by his act of kindness, but also felt something exciting tickle the bottom of your stomach.

“Sure, I’d love that.”

Taehyung shut the door of his apartment as you removed your boots, shredding stray snowflakes off his jacket when he spotted similar ones on yours, his hands naturally jutting out to rid the tiny icicles off you.

You turned around at his touch, thanking him and he smiled a welcome back. He’d taken your jacket just like before and tucked them away into his closet, gesturing towards his living room for you to get comfortable.

“Make yourself at home, do you want water or anything?”

“Yeah, actually. Water would be nice.” Taehyung nodded as he made for his kitchen, you tucking the skirt of your dress underneath you as you took your humble seat on his couch.

His home was so painfully Taehyung, it had you smiling like an idiot he was still the same. The same introspective Taehyung who adored art and photography, the same Taehyung who absolutely hated shoes and you could tell just by the way he abandoned them earlier he still had the same habit. Even to the way his house reflected this artistic, calming, and nuanced feeling he similarly had.

It drew you to admire some of the pieces draping his walls, when Taehyung returned with a glass of water, handing it to you as he plopped down on the couch. “Here.”

“Thank you.” You took the glass, gulping down some of the liquid for your parched throat.

“Your apartment is nice.”

“Thanks.”

You then both sat in silence for a short while, tapping the edge of the glass in your hand as you scanned the rest of his charming home. The silence wasn’t awkward considering the past events of today, just a silence in its definition.

“I still can’t believe I ran into you at a coffee shop.” Taehyung suddenly remarked, looking off at his table in front with a smile tugging his lips.

You chuckled. “Why? Too meet-cute for you?”

“No.” He chuckled too. “It’s just, I really thought it was the end when you left after graduation.” Taehyung paused for a poignant moment, air heavy with something as you watched him muster the courage to say something else.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

He claimed it with such a sense of sadness, sense of longing that reminded you of how upset you also were that day, the rampant emotions that came crashing down realizing you were leaving behind an entire life.

“Me too.” You added with a similarly downcast tone. “I thought I’d never see you again, either.”

Taehyung then looked at you, eyes meeting your gaze. “I’m glad that wasn’t true.” Something lingered behind his words, something incredibly thick and telling, though you deflected it with a joke to lighten the air.

“I’m glad you didn’t delete my PowerPoints, either.” You snickered, hand coming up to cover your mouth, “I used to put a lot of work into them.”

Taehyung scoffed playfully, smiling through a chuckle as he responded. “I didn’t have the heart to. You were so passionate about your hatred for fruit on pizza.”

“I still am.” You added. “Do you really have them?”

“Yeah, I do. Let me show you.” Taehyung then pulled out his phone from his pocket, clicking away on the device as he scooted closer to you and leaned in, you similarly doing so and peering at a Google Drive folder of your wonderfully crafted presentations.

“Oh my God, I thought you were joking.” You snorted, snickering at the hilarious folder name; ‘Y/N says Fuck Hawaiian Pizza: the Saga’

“Nope, couldn’t delete them even if I was dared to.” Taehyung laughed with you, both of your eyes naturally falling as he shut off his phone, the conversation shifting.

“You know, I never actually hated it that much.” You admitted sheepishly. “I just liked annoying you and wasting 5 minutes of your day with every presentation.”

Taehyung looked scandalized at first, mouth falling agape until he ultimately let it go, admitting something of his own. “You know, I never actually needed your history notes. I just liked being annoying about stealing them so you always had to chase me down.” Taehyung’s smile was suddenly impish, shy as he fixated on fiddling with his slender fingers.

“After all that running I always did after you too? Jheez, you’re the reason I have strong calves now.”

“And you’re the reason I’m really good at presentations now.” You both chuckled together, the old days coming back in bouts until your mood changed, remembering Jimin’s advice from earlier.

As you looked at Taehyung, while he didn’t look at you, you could only help but find every reason in the world to listen to Jimin. Because Taehyung was Taehyung, he was the Taehyung that stole your heart with his boxy grin, the Taehyung who made every other man seem like an unappealing idiot you wanted nothing to do with, the same Taehyung who’s heart was made of love, and you wanted nothing but to return to him the love he gifted the world.

Because you loved Taehyung, no matter how much you’ll try to deny it, you still love him. All his smiles and giggles and soft hair and his sometimes coltish, though endearing ways of being himself. All his hard expressions and intimidating eyes and handsome looks and the way he holds a universe of stars in his old soul.

So your next words flowed, flowed more fluently than anything ever has in your life.

“You know,” You paused, eyes faltering to the glass in your hand. “I think, for the majority of high school... I had a crush on you, but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn’t want me.”

And there came the silence, the piercing, God awful silence you were so afraid of and so sure was spelling your doom. You didn’t dare look up from your glass now, downright terrified he was probably pulling the most confused face ever, and his silence was deafening. It had you contemplating the best way to jump out his window, he was only, what, 14 stories up? A human can survive a fall that high, right?

“You wanna know something?” Taehyung suddenly broke the silence, his deep, dulcet voice sounding beautifully in his apartment, and your eyes widened the second he opened his mouth next.

“I think I was in love with you for the majority of high school, but I didn’t say anything because I thought you never felt the same way.” And that’s when everything clicked, when your eyes widened in revelation, when it suddenly felt like the 6 years you spent battling your feelings for him was nothing but a sad joke.

Because this moment, alone, made you realize you two had the same hearts all along.

“You wanna know something?” You swallowed hard, eyes still on your glass as it shifted in your hand mindlessly. “I think... I’m still in love with you.”

You couldn’t see Taehyung, because you didn’t dare look at him at a time like this. You just sat there, breathing as leveled as you could until you felt Taehyung shift on the couch. He’d moved closer, closing the small gap between you both, beckoning you to finally look at him and that’s exactly what you did.

He spoke low, deep and low and it had your toes curling at just how proximal he was, his beautiful eyes gazing at you like you meant the universe and more to him.

And little did you know, you really did.

“I think..” He started, gripping the glass of water from your hands and placing it onto his coffee table. “I’m still in love with you, too.”

And your heart was set ablaze in a matter of seconds, your tentative eyes finding Taehyung’s as he leaned in, large palms on either side of your body as he inched closer, closer, and closer, until all he could see were your lips, jutting his face forward until his lips just brushed yours.

You chased his mouth a little, fluttering your eyes shut and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile before finally, finally pressing his lips to yours.

His mouth kissed you slow at first, slow and steady and it was intoxicating just like this. He constantly chased your lips, mouthing at them sensually and it was driving you insane, just the taste of his lips with a hint of wine on his breath shooting electricity to your core.

His hands moved to your sides, wrapping around your rib cage as he leaned you back onto the couch and laid on top of you. His body covered you as far as you could see, your dainty hands coming up to find his jawline and pull him against your lips fervently.

He slowly grew more passionate, smoothing over your sides as he mouthed for more of you, swallowing the little moans you made that vibrated through his body and it only revved is engine more.

Taehyung was taken, completely taken by how much he wanted you that he could only see you, could only think about all the dirty but soft and tender and passionate things he wanted to do to you.

One of his hands travelled underneath your thigh, pulling your leg up against him as he pressed his hips into your core, his hardening cock prodding you through his clothes once he started a gentle rocking motion.

Your hands travelled up his beautiful neck and tangled into his hair as you reciprocated. A slight tug left him groaning into your mouth, causing you to buck up into him harshly and it sent Taehyung’s mind into a dangerous place.

His breathing elevated against you, gripping your ribs so urgently it only made you pull him closer, arch your chest into his just so you could relish in the feeling. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, veins coursing with adrenaline so white hot it wasn’t long before you were moving desperately with Taehyung and it fueled your horny nerves.

Taehyung suddenly disconnected his mouth from you, breathing so shallow his chest was rising and falling fast. He was only centimeters above as he looked down at you, his eyes boring into yours with such a prominent sense of longing, want, pure desire, it took him no time to speak.

“Do you know how long..” He took a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?” You replied, hands now smoothing over his shoulders to feel him, his body raging hot as he laid on top of you, looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted.

“Fuck, we’re so stupid.” Taehyung quickly said before his mouth crashed onto yours. This time there was something carnal in his kiss, something urgent and hot and it only made you pull him closer for more.

His tongue began to lick over your lips, slithering inside your mouth and the taste of him was euphoric, making you tangle your tongue with his just to taste him over and over again, until it was safe to say your tongues were down each other’s throats.

He kissed you sloppily, kissed until he was consuming you, his fingers digging into your thigh and side so fervently you knew there’d be marks, and it made your spine shiver, even more so when he spoke again.

“The minute.. I saw you in that dress..” He breathed out, kissing in between the exhaustion of his lungs. “I wanted to rip it off you.”

You groaned desperately at his confession, wanting Taehyung in ways that were so utterly carnal, almost feral, your entire being wanting to consume every inch of him, lay a million kisses across his honey-coloured skin and hear his caramel voice whisper into your ear, and so it didn’t take long for you to voice your desire.

“Taehyung..” You sighed, a satisfied lilt to your tone and it only lit Taehyung on fire.

“Mm?” He hummed, licking into your mouth on a quest for everything inside, his hips now grinding into your clothed cunt so harshly he was practically dry humping you, and without a second thought you were moving yourself against him too, hands exploring his broad chest.

“Taehyung..” You were more urgent, and it made Taehyung grunt harshly. “Rip it off me, Tae, unwrap me like you said you would.” You started harshly tugging at his offensive shirt, tracing the column of his throat as you relished in his delicious kisses.

And it all made Taehyung move so much harder, so much more roughly you were moaning into his mouth at the press of his hard, long cock against your aching core.

“Ruin me, Taehyung.” You scratched your nails against his neck, swallowing him into your mouth as you talked. “I want you to ruin me.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung swore, his length beginning to prod you so much more apparently as you bucked your hips up into him, it was sending Taehyung down the proverbial hole. And when you let out another gorgeous moan of his name, he knew he was a goner.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.”

Taehyung then harshly grabbed your wrists and forced them against the couch in a single motion, eyes growing dark with heat radiating of his body in waves. He darted to the underside of your jaw and kissed hard, began mouthing at your skin until he travelled to the junction of your neck, sucking over the sensitive skin so rampantly it had you squirming underneath him, desperately trying to feel him against your core.

His pretty purple marks began blooming onto your neck, evidence of his raw desire for you, the years he spent longing for you. His teeth were nipping your skin, tongue licking over the bites as he pressed your wrists further into the couch the more you resisted.

You breath hitched when he moved to the slightly exposed valley of your breasts, making your nipples harden at just the prospect of his mouth travelling there. You began fighting his hold, causing you to arch into him as something dawned on you.

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You whined, trying to manage the pleasure of his mouth canvasing your skin.

Taehyung left you for a mere second to shred off the annoying piece of clothing, tossing it aside as he returned to you urgently, your legs hooking around his torso as he came back to you.

His mouth was sucking hickeys onto your chest again when his hands began to smooth down your sides, so sensually purposeful until he reached underneath the hem of your dress, hooking onto the waistline of your pantyhose and panties, tugging teasingly.

Your core ignited at just his touch against bare skin, gushing as your hips harshly grinded against his body and your hands smoothed over the lean muscle of his body.

He yanked the pieces of clothing down the curve of your ass, proceeding to pull them past your thighs as you unhooked your legs to help take them off you.

The rush of the cold against your wet pussy lips made your breath hitch beautifully, one of Taehyung’s hands moving your skirt to let his large, warm palm cup your sex so pleasurably the contrast of the size of his hand and your little cunt sent you both ablaze.

“You’re so small, think you can take me, good girl?” Taehyung breathed against your chest. “I’ll fuck up your insides.” His baritone voice was dark and low as he warned you, sent arousal spiking through your nerves as you groaned.

“Fuck up my insides, Tae.” You desperately moaned out, hands finding Taehyung’s hair as he continued to lay searing kisses to your hot skin, his fingers rubbing your dripping folds harshly. “I just.. I need you, Taehyung, so fucking badly.”

“Say it again.” Taehyung hissed, exposing one of your bare breasts from your dress and pressing his tongue against a perched nipple, the wet sensation so satisfying you were scratching his shoulder blades.

“I-I need you, Taehyung.”

“Need me where?” He growled as he pressed against your clit and circled it, collecting your slick and spreading it all over yourself.

And it was hard, so fucking hard to think straight with your bare, soaking wet pussy was rubbing against Taehyung’s rough fingers and his lips sucking your exposed nipple for dear life, the pleasure burning inside you so hot your voice was coming out in choked moans.

“Need you inside, Taehyung.” You gasped out. “So empty without you, so fucking empty, for so long.”

“God, fuck.” Taehyung groaned proudly, popping off your breast to look at your half-lidded eyes, his own blown out with his hair mussed and lips swollen pink. He returned to your lips again as his hands simultaneously hooked underneath your thighs and suddenly lifted you off the couch, your legs secured around his torso as he walked you into what you assumed was his bedroom.

Your core rubbed against the buckle of Taehyung’s belt as he walked and you gushed oceans, the cool metal providing such delicious friction you were moaning satisfyingly into Taehyung’s mouth, grinding against him for more.

His kiss was fervent even when he splayed you onto his covers, back hitting the bed as you stroked your hands over his beautiful bare chest.

Taehyung suddenly came off you, eyes going wild as he looked down at your panting figure underneath him, then your offensive dress.

“Fuck this thing.” Taehyung nearly ripped it from your body, shredding the pretty fabric off and simply basked in the glory of seeing your naked body for the very first time.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with pure wonder, the moonlight and reflection of white snow falling outside adding a glow to your skin he couldn’t help but marvel at, your curves so beautiful he wanted to run his hands all over, the purple of his marks left on you only making him blossom with more arousal, more passion.

“Holy shit, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Taehyung’s face was so blown away, you couldn’t help but grow a little shy, bringing him close to you by his neck so you could breathe into his ear.

“Good, I hear you ruin them.”

Taehyung could only smirk, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, cock twitching at just your words. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Taehyung trailed one hand down your body, momentarily wrapping it around your throat until it was gliding over your nipple and down to your core, lining the lips of your pussy so teasingly you were reeling.

The pads of his fingers smoothed over your pussy lips again, applying pressure to your clit that had you lurching, until he used the opportunity to slide two fingers into your aching hole with ease.

“You’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.” He growled into your ear as he laid himself on top of you, his free hand holding your face while the other worked your core.

The sharpness of his long, slender fingers were euphoric, causing you to moan loudly. You could see his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his slacks almost painfully, and you jutted your hand out to begin palming him generously.

Taehyung could finally hiss as loud as he wanted, screwing his eyes shut in sheer pleasure.

He began pumping you faster in response, sliding in and out so deliciously you were moaning incessantly against his mouth as he began kissing you again. Your breasts were pressing into Taehyung’s bare chest the more you arched yourself, closing the offensive gap between you both and the skin to skin contact sending you both to cloud nine.

“Taehyung..” You moaned in between kisses, so shameless about your desire for him you only wanted to know his name.

“Taehyung.”

“Fucking hell, that does shit to me.” Taehyung began thrusting harshly into your hole now as punishment, practically finger-fucking you against his bed till it made your walls clamp down on him, trap his slender fingers inside so you could feel every heavenly inch of them.

You became hungry for more, your hand grabbing at Taehyung’s straining cock harder and the strangled groan that left his lips was so fucking beautiful, your insides were screaming.

“Shit, Taehyung,” You moaned out breathlessly. “You’re so hot like this, so fucking hot. Fuck me, fuck me like you said you would. ”

Taehyung’s breaths turned heavy and hungry, his cock aching to be inside you so painfully he was going insane at your every word.

“Fuck. I’m fucking you into next week. I’m fucking you until you only know my name. Fucking you until you know how badly I’ve wanted you, until your legs are shaking and you feel me in your throat.”

“Then do it.” You nearly cried out, hands fumbling with the waistband of Taehyung’s pants. Your pussy was aching so excruciatingly around Taehyung’s fingers your slick was gushing from you, all over him and it only made Taehyung feral thinking about what would happen if it were his dick instead.

“Fucking do it, Taehyung, fuck me until I’m shaking.”

Taehyung flipped his switch and suddenly shoved his fingers so deep inside you, scissoring you completely open it made you lurch up in searing pleasure. His large palm grabbed underneath your head and positioned you upwards, able to angle his fingers so he could smash them inside you so harshly it was pathetic it wasn’t even his dick that had you high, but just his fingers.

“Holy fuck, Taehyung!”

“Cum all over my fingers, pretty. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung growled into your ear, couldn’t help but think about your walls convulsing around his dick and it was euphoric hearing you moan, all fucked out underneath him.

He couldn’t stop finger-fucking you like his life depended on it, wanted to fill you up in so many ways you’d remember him for weeks.

You were almost there, the edge so close. It was racking the bottom of your stomach, had your toes curling and walls pounding so snug around Taehyung’s fingers you could only latch onto the nape of his neck for dear life.

You felt it, felt it so near and had his name leaving your mouth in such an intoxicating mantra you were seconds from letting go. Seconds, milliseconds, just about to release your impending orgasm until Taehyung ripped his fingers out of you.

You gasped scandalously at the loss, body buzzing with your unachieved high it made your exclaim come out in a garbled protest. “Taehyung, what the fuck?!”

You tried getting an answer, but Taehyung’s hungry, half-lidded eyes shut you up immediately, watching him lick his fingers like he was starved, like this was the sweetest honey he’s ever tasted.

“Fuck, you taste as sweet as you look.” Taehyung’s grin was evil, and it made you turned on but pissed he denied your orgasms.

“You’re so-” You attempted to get out, but Taehyung suddenly flipped you onto all fours in a second, your hands and knees anchored onto the bed with only your shocked figure confused.

“T-Taehyung, what are you-” You then sighed at the sudden touch of his tongue meeting your weeping hole in a devilish swipe. It was intoxicating, feeling his wet muscle begin licking into your core and tasting your soaked folds from behind.

“I’m doing what you asked..” His voice was dark and weighty, and that’s when you suddenly felt another sensation of his two fingers returning to your throbbing entrance. Your insides buzzed when he spoke against your core, grittier than he ever has all night. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

And his tongue suddenly slithered into your hole when he removed his fingers, licking into your entrance in a harsh rhythm as his palms began grabbing at your ass, kneading the meaty flesh as he straight up devoured your pussy like it was the only thing he’s wanted his entire life.

His tongue was lapping you fervently, so starved your dissipated orgasm was coming back again. You were winded, having never been eaten out like this and you were moaning his name loud enough to get noise complaints filed to the police.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, though he didn’t let up. Instead he brought one of his hands to your pulsing clit, circling and applying so much necessary pressure you were losing your mind, insane off the fact he hadn’t even filled you up with his cock yet and you were pathetic underneath him.

“Fucking God, Taehyung, Tae!” And when he groaned so audibly into your pussy, rutting himself against the bed for friction it sent you flying, soaring into the sky and losing all coherent thought as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach, his husky voice grounding you to Earth.

“Cum for me, baby, now.” And that was all it took to have you lurching over the edge, releasing your pent up orgasm so violently you were nearly screaming, Taehyung’s name the only distinguishable thing rolling off your tongue.

He licked up your juices like they were fresh water, helping you ride out your euphoric orgasm and allowing yourself a moment to rest. You breathed, falling onto the bed in exhaustion, trying to quell the blood pumping in your ears when Taehyung suddenly pulled you back onto your hands and knees, cautioning you darkly when he spoke.

“You thought we were done?” It was evil, he was evil, the way his voice sounded like the epitome of a smirk as you tried catching your breath. Taehyung’s lips then suddenly ghosted the shell of your ear as he wrapped an arm around your torso, pressing his chest to your back as he spoke.

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

And again, it was the ‘yet’ that had you groaning out in frustration but in the best possible ways. How wasn’t this already enough? How did he have you so fucked out just by the sheer power of his fingers and tongue? It was sickening, he was sickening and you found yourself throwing your ass back on him to urge his cock into you already, to just fuck you open with all he had.

“Taehyung, just-fuck! Fuck me, please.” You were pleading, needing to feel the wreckage of what you could tell was the biggest cock you’ll ever take.

Taehyung had removed his pants and boxers in the moment, freeing his painfully angry cock from it’s confines. You were faltering from your position again when Taehyung suddenly prodded your abused hole with his engorged tip, you shuddering to life harshly.

“Taehyung, just-”

“Beg me.”

You cried out in immediate desperation, his voice so authoritative it was sending you into submission, clutching the covers under you so hard your knuckles were white as you complied. “Taehyung, please, fuck me. I need you, please.”

Taehyung’s arm was snug around your torso, feeling your every quaking expire in his hold and it was turning him on so agonizingly this was painful even for himself, but the way your sweet voice begged him was absolutely exhilarating.

“More.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t fucking-!” You were cut off by the sharp impalement of Taehyung’s cock in a single breath, knocking all forms of wind out of you. The head alone was so large you went hurtling into the mattress, almost losing your shaking arms’ support until Taehyung pulled you back up for him, snaking his one hand that was previously around his cock to your breast while the other gripped at your hip.

He was slowly sinking in, feeling your walls flutter open for him and the satisfied moan that left his mouth was evidence of how much this was affecting him.

“Fuck...” Taehyung dragged out completely content, digging into your hip to watch you arch your back for him, on his knees as he filled you up from behind. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, holy shit.”

You were struggling for air, oxygen leaving your lungs trying to accommodate for his monstrous size. It was unfair, so unfair he was so big and it had you praising him immediately, so full and stuffed it was the most pleasurable thing you’ve experienced all your life.

“You’re so big, oh my God, Taehyung, so big.” One of your hands shot towards his holding you by your hip, interlacing your fingers together against your skin just to ground yourself, to manage the sharp pierce of his length until it simmered into a pleasurable burn.

He bottomed out into your cervix and you both grunted loud, Taehyung containing himself just so he could feel your velvet walls palpitate around his throbbing dick. “Do you feel how hard I am, Y/N? Do you fucking feel it?”

“Yes, God fuck! Tae, yes..” You sighed out, eyes watering at just how much pleasure was already raking your abdomen again.

“That’s what you do to me, you barely touched me and this is how hard I am. How fucking badly I want you, how much I’ve always wanted you, wanted you since day one.” Taehyung’s voice was sincere and desperate, seemingly trying to counter your confession of your feelings from earlier.

“Show me, Taehyung.” You moaned, hands gripping his more affectionately, more desperately as you weakly held yourself up by the other. “Fuck me and show me how much you want me.”

Taehyung grunted out harshly, pulling his cock out of you until he thrusted back in. The first thrust had you keening, sending you into the mattress only to have Taehyung pull you back up once again. Then the second came, your walls greedily soaking him into you and it felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces meant to connect with each other.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, all the way until Taehyung was pounding into you from behind with a drag so delicious you were moaning out more than you ever have in your entire life.

And it was sickening, utterly sickening the way his dick began fucking you into the mattress so roughly, angling your body in ways for his cock to pump into all the right places with the right amount of pressure. He watched himself disappear into your little cunt repeatedly, holding your hip up to encourage you to arch so low your ass was snug against his pelvis, and couldn’t think of anything more fucking perfect.

“You take me so well, so fucking well.” Taehyung praised, leaning over to aimlessly lay wet kisses up your spine like the demon he was, shoving himself into you over and over and over again with your walls convulsing around him.

You were trapping him inside you so tight he could spill into you in seconds, though held back determined he was making you cum again.

“So full, Taehyung, so deep.. all I feel is you.” The statement left you with a desperate sigh, your head hanging low until Taehyung’s hand kneading your breast suddenly wrapped around your throat, causing you to gasp at the arousing feeling. He pulled your head upwards, the junction between his long index finger and thumb forcing you to look forward, and you were utterly breathless at the scene.

His lips were near your ear in seconds, speaking like the devil incarnate as he was bent over you. “Look at us, look at yourself, so fucking pretty, so perfect.” You could suddenly see the reflection of Taehyung fucking into you from behind in his window, not even knowing tears had streamed down your face as his hand beautifully encased your throat, causing every nerve in your body to alight with fire.

“Look at the way I fuck you, how much I love you.” Taehyung’s carnal eyes looked at you through the reflection of the window, heart twinging at the sight of you crying but knowing he’s making you feel good, continuing his onslaught of drilling your battered pussy.

You moaned at the erotic scene, using every ounce of strength to keep yourself upright, your walls pulsing around Taehyung’s length as he thrusted harder and harder.

“Tae, fuck! I’ve always loved you, I always felt the same way, and I still do-ah!” Your lungs were tapping out when he suddenly shoved himself inside you to the brim, so utterly deep before he was thrusting again harshly, strangling out moans.

Clear sweat was slick between your bodies, his huge, delicious cock incessantly tearing up your insides and all you could do was chant his name in pleasure, in bliss, in your love for him that was burning so bright it was nearly painful.

“Y/N.. fuck. You’re ruining me. You’re so perfect, we’re so fucking perfect.” Taehyung was rambling at this point as his speed reflected his desperation, his immeasurable feelings for you.

He was trying his damn hardest to distract himself from the release aching his balls. He was growing weak himself, feeling you reciprocate his rough thrusts by fucking him back the same way. And the image in the window? Had him reeling, needing to hear the most beautiful sound you’d make when you finally came, and he knew you would, bordering the precipice with the way your walls pulsed around him.

Watching Taehyung fuck you in the window was now downright sinful to you, his harsh thrusts completely blissful and his hand gently squeezing at your throat was so dominant, so hot you were at your limit and ready to come.

But what ended up sending you over, pushing you to release the tightening knot in your stomach was the sweet, tender way Taehyung began kissing your neck.

The contrast between his cock abusing you and his plush lips kissing you so gently, so lovingly, it wasn’t long before you realized his fucking wasn’t just hard or rough, but full of sheer want, desire, love in all the right ways your walls were clenching around him rapidly in seconds.

And when Taehyung angled himself somehow deeper, in that one, perfect spot, you clamped down and finally came so hard you saw stars, knew you’d completely drenched his cock with the loudest release of his name you were glad it was the only word you knew in this moment.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Taehyung breathed out in exhaustion, began soothing your abdomen with one hand and the other letting your head finally hang, grip loosened from around your throat and you could finally allow air back into your lungs.

You were heaving when you spoke up, realizing something. “Inside me.. Taehyung.” You were dreary, utterly gone, but it still didn’t distract you from the blissful feeling of Taehyung’s cock deliciously stuffed and throbbing inside you, trying to coax his rightful release. “Cum inside me, Tae. Please, fill me up.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice when his cock worked a few more rough strokes into your tightened pussy and finally, finally came inside you. It was laced with a satisfied groan of your name, his grip on your side so intense you’d be glad if he left marks, wanting to remember every last bit of this night with Taehyung.

He painted you completely white inside, spilling everything he could offer into you, using what little strength he had left to hold you up while he continued to empty his seed inside. Taehyung then lost all function and allowed you to fall, his broad body resting on top of yours as you both hit the mattress.

Your chests rose and fell shallowly, completely taxed and having lost every ounce of strength. Taehyung’s hot breaths for air were fanning your neck, your arms sprawled out before you as Taehyung’s hands mindlessly interlaced with them against the tousled covers, cock still stuffing you whole.

It was another moment of breathing and regaining oxygen when Taehyung suddenly kissed the side of your neck, giving your hands a small squeeze before you felt him lifting himself, his warmth disappearing and you panicked.

“Where are you going?” Your throat was hoarse from screaming and moaning, a tinge of sadness to your tone as though he was leaving you, and Taehyung couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” He smiled, moving your hair from the side of your face to plant a kiss to your cheek, post-sex haze racking his brain though allowing reality to leak back into his mind.

He then carefully, slowly pulled himself out of you, you whining at the loss of him and Taehyung smiled to himself in contentment, smoothing over your lower back with a palm in gratitude, before stepping towards his bathroom.

He’d pulled his boxers back on and returned with a damp cloth, finding you still flipped and laying on your stomach, having dozed off in exhaustion until you felt Taehyung’s warmth and heard his dulcet voice hazing you awake.

“Y/N, turn over for me.” His voice was hushed and tender, you complying by turning onto your back with his help. He then carefully swept the cloth against your battered core, you wincing a little with sensitivity and Taehyung made sure to clean more gently.

The cloth was thrown back into his bathroom when he turned back to you, an arm thrown over your tear-stained face and the other clutching your body, clearly shivering in the cold now.

Taehyung easily scooped you into his arms and lifted you off the bed, carrying you over to his pillows and delicately placing you upon his duvet, pulling the covers out from underneath you and tucking you into his bed.

You curled up into his blanket, Taehyung searching through his drawers for a stray t-shirt you could wear. He then lifted you into a sitting position, your eyes evidently sleepy and body limp as he pulled the shirt onto you, letting you fall back in place.

Taehyung could only chuckle to himself thinking he did mean to ruin you, but not so harshly you were devoid of consciousness. He placed a little kiss to your forehead in apology, wiping some of the tears off your face before he rounded the bed, crawling in next to you.

His arms reached out to pull your back snug against his chest, feeling the sleep in the back of his eyes take him. He basked in the strawberry scent of your hair, completely gratified until you suddenly turned over towards him.

His eyes shot open, only the top of your head coming into view as you nuzzled into his warm chest, your small self all tucked into Taehyung as he wrapped his arms around you like a safety net, holding you near.

And in that moment, all he could focus on was your light breathing, the sweet sound of your voice as you suddenly spoke in the dark of the night, moonlight glowing upon your entangled bodies.

“I love you, Taehyung.”

He grinned, the kind where he felt relieved, fulfilled, in a state of sheer bliss it was a moment before he replied, his own voice calm as you felt the hum through his chest, his hand tangled in your hair.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The morning sun bled into Taehyung’s room, your eyes fluttering open at a time you had no concept of. You stirred, finding yourself still in Taehyung’s arm, in relatively the same position from last night. You didn’t even feel like moving from his hold, the feeling so utterly fuzzy and comforting.

You basked in the sensation until he began to stir next to you, pretty eyelashes batting as his eyes fluttered open. His sights fell to you, eyes adorably taken by sleep while his soft hair was endearingly mussed by his pillow. You smiled at him warmly as he grinned back.

“Good morning.” you said shyly, nearly hiding underneath his covers.

“Good morning.”

You then flopped onto your back peering up at the ceiling, last night coming back to you in dream-like flashes you were surprised was somehow your reality.

It was just miraculous, utterly unbelievable until Taehyung turning into your side and snuggling his face into your neck was evidence everything was real, that he was real. It wasn’t some remnant of a dream or hallucination, but the real Taehyung as his arm draped over your stomach.

You had to bite your lip to contain your happiness, utter exuberance the universe had somehow finally paired you and him together, and funnily enough, on Christmas of all days.

“What are you thinking about, princess?” Taehyung hummed into your collarbone inquisitively, half asleep as he cuddled you.

You smiled, basking in his comfort. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung.”

Taehyung chuckled against you, arm pulling you closer to him as he kissed your neck. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Can you believe we met each other again during Christmas? It’s like the perfect Christmas miracle.” You marveled in wonder, tracing your finger along Taehyung’s pretty hand on your stomach.

“I mean, you know what Andy Williams said..” He mused next to you, husky voice laden with sleep. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

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