#TAEHYUNG

[silverozy]

update status: 9.48k words, 90% done

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc (Italian education system)

❁description: a love story revolving around a butterfly and its favourite flower

❁synopsis:

If he could, he'd write poems about how pretty she looked and how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between. "Where's the love, baby?"

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 188.89k+

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every Friday, midnight

latest — 21/03

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

Rewriting the story of Daphne and Apollo ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

On a chilly summer morning, a bouncy curly-haired sun rose up and shone above the flower

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

Photosynthesis: the sun shines bright above the flower providing it with energy which will be transformed into nutrients

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

As the sun shines in its might, it brightens the way for a little flower to see over the horizon

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

The bright rays of the sun show the way to the flower, introducing it to an innocent little bear, a ferret and a little wasp

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

There, going back home, was an unusual combination of subjects: a cricket, a wing-man, a monarch butterfly, a little pika and a puppy

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

Who could have ever thought that a flower could grow in space? Who? No one surely and yet... there it was, standing upright in its beauty

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

He knew he wasn't meant to fly to space because he physically couldn't but this thought wouldn't stop him. Was he being pretentious? Trying to exceed his limits?

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

Normally, flowers are in people's gardens or on a bed of green grass so... what the hell is one singular one doing in the middle of the ocean. Does it know, does anyone know, that too much water will cause it harm... especially when the water is salty?

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

With its six tiny feet into proper boots, a good protective shield over his wings and an astronaut helmet on, the monarch butterfly embarks on a life-threatening journey, one believed to be a one-way ticket travel

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

Flowers don't have eyes, yeah, and neither does a pika glow even during the day. The flower is used to seeing only the sun shine during the day. The little pika walking by is unusual.

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

Cleopatra is the modern definition of the term "femme fatale"; she's known for ruling in ancient Egypt but also for her relationship with Ceaser and Mark Antony

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

A butterfly, a cricket and a wing-man all have wings somewhat. The first does fly, the second mostly leaps and the last doesn't fly unless the first two do.

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

Between the night of the 14th and the 15th, in 1912, one of the biggest ships of its time sank, going against the expectations but did it? At the time, there was a little competition between countries so when it sank it wasn't so surprising: something so big with very few resources would have never made it across the ocean.

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

Brighten the mood. Increase the energy. Make a downturned flower rise high and flunt its beautiful petals for others to see.

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—”

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

A monarch butterfly sees a lot of flowers in its short span of life but never has this one, nor its ancestors, seen a flower as pretty as the one ahead. The flower was there, living beautifully in space.

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower.

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals.

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜ - 5.66k

Things have been too unusual for this butterfly. Wasn't it trying to embark on an impossible journey? To space? How did it end up in a shiny sea? it's floating and his pupils are swelling. The beauty is indeed out of this world

❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜ - 6.97k

The wings grew with each flutter. There was a glowing dot on the ocean and it was slowly fading out into the darkness so the butterfly cradled it and protected the leur

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜ - 4.13k

The weather was chilly and slightly windy. Despite the discomfort it caused everyone, the flower stood out like a thumb as it danced and waved with the soft patterns of the breeze. The butterfly couldn't do anything other than admire with widened orbs

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜ - 3.91k

Did it see it? Did the flower see the butterfly? Because the butterfly has already seen the flower. Had already memorised every curve, every line, and every dot that brought the flower to life.

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜ - 4.23k

There was no way he could ever get lost: one look at those eyes and he'd see all the constellations, the map leading him to Venus

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜ - 6.03k

«I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lauri does though.»

❀ 25 ❛bittersweet❜ - 4.10k

There were seven lanes, each welcoming an athlete, for a total of seven athletes. Yet, as the contestants got ready for the lace, some chose to acknowledge the presence of only a few athletes, the ones they were marking. Their true competition.

❀ 26 ❛open stage❜ - 9.78k

Floating and hovering around his spaceship, the butterfly moved closer to the round window giving to the dark glittered expanse. There was Venus and standing proudly in its infinite beauty was the flower.

❀ 27 ❛approach, round out, flare❜ - 8.08k

Poor Cinderella. She cried and cried. Then a small woman appeared in a cloud. It was Cinderella’s fairy godmother. “Biddidi, bobbidi, noo!” sang the fairy godmother as she waved her magic wand, but she gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth in bewilderment. Cinderella had turned into a tomato!

❀ 28 ❛a lighthouse❜ - 6.47k

Water flowed through the clothes, the hair strands, and around the body as the flower held onto a wide piece of wood. The water was chilling, the night was silent, and the ambience was dark, but right through the blackness slid the rotating rays of a lighthouse. Blinking to adapt to the brightness, the flower called for help.

❀ 29 ❛sus or sos?❜ - 7.12k

The rotating and flashing lighthouse lights shone upon a cricket, which floated barely a foot away from the flower. Yet, as the butterfly came to rescue, it didn’t see it, leaving the cricket trying to swim for its life, screaming and choking on water.

❀ 30 ❛a coup d'état❜ - 5.95k

Standing on a tower, two neurons patrolled the area, binoculars to their eyes. Suddenly, they sighted something. They squinted their eyes despite the instrument in their hands and tried to make sense of what they saw. "Hey, send in the alarm. Prepare the defensive barrier. Do something. Hurry up!" As this one darted away, the other remained still, binoculars back to its eyes. Confusion bubbled in its head. What had happened for the heart to be heading towards the body's headquarters? And what was that army of hormones behind it?

❀ 31 ❛the sun on the horizon❜

❀ 32 ❛love me (not)❜

❀ 33 ❛stinkily cute!❜

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❁pinterest board // my main

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter One ‘Introduction’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - MC has some appearance description to fit the story, not named however and this is written, a/b/o description and dynamics, slight reference to potential sexual assault, as always let me know if there’s anything to add xx

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - Hello my lovely readers, this is a new series I’m starting alongside strawberry princess because I’ve hit a serious stump with it right now and the ideas for this fic are just flowing so I really hope you enjoy xx

The last few months had made your dream come true, your cafe/bakery building was finished, staff hired and business had began to bloom like flowers of the spring.

As an omega, it’s instinctual to love to feed, provide, put a smile on others faces and that’s exactly what your baking and the environment you created does and it’s everything you’ve wanted. Sure, it’s less common for Omegas to work let alone own a business but you manage, maintaining a balance of working behind the scenes (baking) and occasionally up front to take orders, serve and make drinks.

Some days your timidness gets the best of you, forcing you to shy away from any sort of attention, that’s why always having other staff on the shift is essential to making your business work. Yuqi, Soyeon and Soojin aren’t only the staff that work with you but have become your best friends.

Yuqi is an alpha, witty personality and always quick to your defensive but she equally gets on with the customers with how easily her (joking) sarcasm and teasing attitude makes them feel comfortable and more relaxed.

Soyeon and Soojin are also alphas, Soyeon taking on a leadership role without you ever having to ask or show it, her just knowing when it’s one of those days by the way you’ll aggressively push your hair back from your face too often to be relaxed and she’ll instantly remind you of small tasks that you should do, in the kitchen or around the building in general, away from the often busy environment of the cafe.

Soojin never fails to tease and push as your limits to coax you out of your shell, gently prying you out of your own head and ruffling your hair when she succeeds. You especially adore Wednesdays where Shuhua (Soojin’s beta girlfriend) comes to spend lunch at the cafe and always asks about your new recipes, requesting to try until it became a routine for you to prepare your newest bake for her to try and rate, thinking about wether to add it to the menu or not.

The days where you aren’t in your own head are the best ones, being able to appreciate and float around the beautiful, peaceful environment you created, the amount of people (large or small) never being able to take away the calmness you put effort into creating with the decor, air quality (so no one is overwhelmed by any scents besides the bakes and coffee) and overall atmosphere you strove to create.

You love to hand out your bakes and make warming or refreshing drinks. Staying a beat longer than necessary sometimes to watch as the often sugary treats sweeten someone’s day even just a little, living for the brightness that builds in their eyes and words of appreciation sent your way that admittedly never fail to make you blush.

Your charm and demeanour is loved by your regulars, on your days in the kitchen your always informed by Soojin that they were wondering where you were, the baker of their favourite treats.

“I heard you were looking for me yesterday Mr. Kim, here’s your mint tea with a little spoon of honey” - You smiled as you approached the older man, his eyes closing with the bright smile he returns, gushing and mildly scolding you for not being there, both of you knowing he was only teasing.

Efforts are made to know your regulars orders and their preferences in terms of time and location, for example you always had a teapot of chamomile tea ready to brew for Mrs. Han who came every evening after work and wanted to avoid coffee to wind down, always staying until closing and finishing the entire teapot. You’d ask her how her work was everyday, she’d give you a tired but relieved smile after her first sip of the hot soothing tea and give you a small brief, always praising you and thanking you for your consideration.

You like the connections you’ve made, the warmth you can bring to the people you serve and it satisfies something deep within you, makes you purr through the evening after the end of your day and go to sleep with your thick duvets, burrowed in your bed in the nest fit for one, often dozing off with a sweet smile.

There’s of course the days where your nest isn’t filled with happy purrs, instead it’s slightly ruffled as you try to comfort yourself after a particularly hard day or a day where you didn’t have the luckiest encounter with a customer. Some times it’s typical, rude customer, just in general or sometimes directing disbelief and degradation at you because you’re an omega. Other times you have gotten unlucky with a beta or alpha who thinks they have a right to suddenly be handsy and make sly comments simply because you are friendly. One of the girls will step in as soon as they catch a shift in your sweet scent, wavering with uncertainty because you never want to make a customer upset or take their intentions the wrong way but that leniancy also means they get a few extra seconds to try and be vulgar before one of the girls swoop in and swiftly replace you with them, pasive aggressive comments thrown towards whoever thought they had any right and in some, very bad cases, the culprit is forced out of the cafe. Those are the days when you need to recharge, often end up behind the scenes the follow day rather than front of hourse and your friends always understand, also ecnourage you to do just a little extra baking.

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Mondays are hard for everyone, you take extra effort to put out all the bakes, finish up any details and ensure everything is prepared for opening in the early morning before the first rush of customers enter, often for their coffees. Thats how this story begins.

its 6am, Namjoon is rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, a bad habit, but one that feels necessary considerig hes been awake all night, his thick glasses barely doing much to hide the tiredness in his eyes. He tried to look more alive before leaving the studio, running his hands through his hair and throwing on a fresh black hoodie to match the black trousers he wore but it didnt do much honestly and he knew that. It was an effort however, and thats what mattered.

His friends have been raving about this new cafe, with also the sweetest bakes and amazing coffee and although he hasnt had an opportunity to visit and try before, he had an opportunity, or rather, a excuse now. Monday morning, up all night, in desperate need of caffeine and the cafe was only a 10 minute walk from the company building. A nice change to the quick machine coffee he settles for in the studio every day. And he needs the fresh air, they all do honestly but now more than ever with a comeback creeping up and everyones tension rising.

Its only expected, it happens just before every comeback, tension is high because stress is put on everyone and in a pack purely of alphas? Its multiplied, try multipled 7 times. It gets worked out easily, always does and everyone knows it will only take one foot out of place at this sort of time for a argument to creep up and its easily resolved. Unavoidable, but easily resolved and thats what comforts everyone, knowing its shortlived and that the joy and success that follows during and after a comeback is always worth the exhaustion and hardships taken to create it.

Namjoon is stuck on one song, one gap in the album with a clock ticking in his head, driving him further and further into turmoil. No motivation, no muse, just exhaustion and stress. Nature has always been something to mentally rejuvinate the alpha, so the walk to the cafe is needed to try out this semi-famous cups of coffee and get physical rejuvination (glorious caffeine).

Hes pleasently surprised as the cafe comes into view, its fairly empty from what he can see on the outside considering the first rush of the day tends to be from 7:15 to 8:45 (noted in your one of your cafe note books). The outside is inviting, with your effort to maximise the comfort from aesthetics, a variety of plants and florals decorate the walls, windows, near the door, the earthy, fresh scent immediately clearing Namjoon's airways in a way he never knew he needed, it was literally a breathe of fresh air. Theres a couple small tables out front aswell, some wooden, some a pretty kind of white pattern, almost looking like you'd just followed your heart on every single set you liked the look of rather thna keeping to one theme (you had) and it worked. So well.

Walking to the door, Namjoon already felt lighter, the handwritten 'Open!' in a pretty but effortless cursive so welcoming. A little bell rang as he pushed open the door, a quiet jazz tune playing that he knew Taehyung would appreciate more than anyone and Namjoon just stood in pure awe taking in the place around him. He'd been hit with the scent of fresh baking and coffee, no too strong though, a common theme of plants all throughout the space and its clear how youd taken to making every second spent in and outside of the cafe enjoyable and comfortable. The lighting is dim and warm, not clinical or overwhelming like it is in the company building, homey and without realising, tension was already releasing from his body in waves, replaced with relaxation before he'd even gotten up to the till to order.

The interior is whimsical, instinctual and similar to the exterior, the walls muted colours, an array of different woods, comfortable, worn leather, patterns that could clash but were so expertly placed that they just didnt, no two pieces the same anywhere and it could be overwhelming but again, it just isnt. The other thing he noticed is the pure attention to detail in furntire placement, theres windows everywhere, natural sunlight on multiple tables and chairs of different sizes for different groups but theres also a few corners outside of the light for those who would prefer, a few extra lamps and dim lights placed in those areas to accomodate. Charging points for those who want to stay and study or work, Jugs of Fresh water on every table (all different jugs) with little pots of fresh citrus fruits to add should you want too and glasses to pour into, whimsical little trinkets placed on each table and around the edges and the walls decorated in carefully picked paintings. Its Namjoons heaven, and theres specific features inside that every single member would simply adore.

The last thing he notices is the pillows and blankets on every seat and area, attention to comfort and each were perfectly fluffed up, the indents on the sides suggesting it was done by hand (it was, part of your morning cafe routine), blankets of all kinds all around and across the room he could spot a few wicker baskets overflowing with even more, another hand written sign on the wall just above it, something he couldnt quite make out. And then he finally moves, approaches the pretty display of baked goods, everything he could imagine fully stocked with the exception of one or two bakes being gone from some of the trays where the first customers had come in.

Theres a fancy coffee machine, fresh fruit and juice station and on the shelves is all of the cups for sitting in and their matching - or mismatched - tea plates, he couldnt spot two of the same mug or cup and really it was meant to feel like home, more home than the studio, than the company, than his own large apartment, its a deep rooted kind of home and Namjoon held his breath for a moment without even noticing what he was doing.

No one behind the counter, he worried you werent open before remembering the sign on the door and then right in front of him, an answer. Another bell, small and with yet another hand written sign next to it 'Ring Me for Service!', the dotted 'i' in service slightly smudged and for some reason it made him smile so with a single finger, Namjoon gently tapped the bell, its gently 'ding!' summoning you, clumsily scurrying through the door to the kitchen with wide eyes and a slightly messy ponytail, your apron still on and Namjoon stopped breathing as your scent invades his nose, sugary sweet pastry, cream, warm cinnamon and a little hint of strawberry, just tart enough to make your mouth water but sweet enough to balance it. Namjoon quickly regained compsure, refusing to inhale deeply like he wanted to in fear it would make you uncomfortable and you, clumsily running out at the bell havent really got your two thoughts together just jumping right into your customer service routine before you glance up and realise this is a new customer, another member of the hybe building and groups but that doesnt phase you at all, its his beauty that does. Hes dragon-like, breathtaking, big, tan, ever so gentle but so clearly an alpha and hes scent is perfectly earthy, laced with some sort of deep exhaustion that upon closer look is evident in his eyebags, mess hair and tired eyes and instantly you feel a need to nurture it, to care for him and nurse him back to health in a stronger way than you feel for other customers, you dont know why its stronger with him but you wont let that sway you from your usual gentle approach to customers, you wont overstep any boundaries and neither would he.

'Good Morning! what can i get you today?' - Your positive, bubbly personality even at 6 in the morning warms Namjoon's heart and he finds a smile gracing his tired features instantly, almost forgetting to answer for a moment until you look up at him expectantly. Things started to make sense, hed heard an omega owns the cafe and this was you, so clearly an omega, small in size, cheeks tinted pink naturally, fingers slightly chubby as they hover the screen infront of you and it all came together, the attention to detail, clearly precise placing of furniture and decoration only achievable by an omega skilled in nesting, the blankets and pillows galore, you have his heart in an instant but he clears his throat, rather clumsily and gets back on his train of thought, looking up at the board of contents as if he would differ from his go to order.

'Ill just have an espresso please' - You nod enthusastically tapping a few buttons on your screen and then looking up again

'Do you have a preffered coffee blend?' - Hand reaching towards another handwritten sign with the list of roasts you offer and Namjoon faulters, some he has heard of, others he hasnt so he goes with a quicker, easier answer he really hopes doesnt bother you

'Whatever you reconmend' - The uncertainty in Namjoon's voice makes you soften even more and you once again nod, choosing what you deem a safe and seemingly fitting option, a mid ground.

'Would you like anything else today?' - Namjoon pauses for a moment, looking at the display of so many treats and sweets and considers them but with so much choice and not having thought it through, he settled for going without, even if a few did catch his eye and had him lingering on them a second too long which you instantly picked up and mentally noted for later.

'That's all thank you'

'And will that be to go or sit in?'

'To g- actually, ill sit in thank you' - A few minutes in this wonderful space wouldnt kill anyone right, hes trying to rejuvinate his mind and motivation and he certainly cant do that at the studio so a break was needed. He saw your eyes light up at his change of heart and he wanted to watch that again and again, something so small but so sweet. You nodded enthusastically

He pays via the card machine, leaving an extra tip you would have definitely deemed unnecessary but you didnt see as you quickly got to work on his espresso. Namjoon took his time choosing where to sit, your words encouraging him to do so 'You can take a seat anywhere youd like, ill bring it right over!' and after some contemplation, he chose a singular seat, leather armchair, comfortable and cushiony infront of the direct sunlight, the small space shared with a large plant on the floor and a small table with a few books he hadnt noticed before, a small cup with some sugar cubes and mini tongs right next to it and the entire set up just had him melting, eyes half closed and breathing slow. Now, his eyes are feeling heavy again but maybe its welcomed, a different kind of break that hes needed for days now, even if it isnt sleep, his eyes are barely open when you teeter over, so light on your feet he doesnt even hear besides the light chime as the cup is settled on the table.

Unbeknowest to him, you watch him fondly as you bring over the espresso, hoping he'd feel even a bit better after some time in the cafe and the drink he'd requested. He's loosely gripping the arms of the chair and his head is tilted back, your careful to very gently place the cup down but he seems to hear and you feel slightly bad for snapping him out of his own mind, he sits up again slightly and watches you step back, listening to your every word, its a simple statement but the way he catches every little tinge of your voice makes you feel giddy and you dont know why.

'Here you go, i hope you enjoy it' - You say not only as a reference to the drink in general but also specifically because you chose the blend he was about to try. You only stay for a moment before slowly walking away so that he can have his privacy.

'Thank you' - Namjoon instantly picks up the hot mug and takes a small sip but he has to hold back a loud groan of satisfaction as the espresso mellows on his tongue, its not bitter at all, smooth and somehow refreshing and lacks acidity which is perfect for him. He fails to hold it all back so in that moment a small humm of satisfaction leaves him and you keep your ears out for his reaction when your walking, smiling and blushing slightly, feeling warm and fulfilled when you hear him mumble about it being 'so good'.

Taking his time, Namjoon slowly sipped at the small drink, savouring every drop hitting his tongue with his eyes closed at every taste. You half watched in the distance, just glancing over every now and then between your tasks and tending to the few customers who came in and when you had a few minutes free, just teetering behind the counter you noticed Namjoon standing up and walking over, instantly setting yourself behind the small screen you use again.

'That was amazing, could i have another by any chance' - The fondness in Namjoons words and how hed blurted it out before you could even get a word in made you falter and your scent sweetened in an instant, a happy smile taking over your lips and head bouncing in a eager nod. Namjoon watched you with the same happiness, glad to be the reason your scent sweetened and mood lit up even more, he gently slides the cup over and pays on the machine, an unnecessarily large tip once again. He made his way back to his seat as he waited, the stress he was holding within just half an hour ago pretty much gone now, temporarily, he doesnt know how but he just feels so much better.

You moved over the machines with practiced ease, finishing up the espresso but with a quick thought, you realised he came in, has ordered two espressos and its 6 in the morning, you doubt hes had anything to eat, he'd denied anything else but you caught his eyes lingering on the apple and cinnamon pretzels with caramel drizzle, its a long shot what you want to do but you cant push away the dismay you have for drinking that much caffeine at this time on an supposedly empty stomach. Its a sugary, filling and sweet treat thatll be perfect with the strong espressos hes ordered so grabbing a small plate, you place one on and grab his espresso, making your way back over to him, his eyes reopening just as before when the ceramics touch the table. His eyes light up in delight, then curiosity as he sees the pretzel and you speak before he can say a word.

"You should'nt have this much caffeine on an empty stomach" - Fast, the words tumble out rather clumsily, now hesitant when you see his slightly parted lips still processing your words. You clarify its on the house and Namjoon stumbles on his own words for a few moments before you can feel the appreciation tumbling out of him in waves, his scent stronger but not in a discomforting way, its pleasant, maybe a little mind numbing but any hesitance you had melts in a single sigh and smile"

“Thats so sweet, thank you" - Namjoon instantly reaches to try to pretzel and the accumulation of flavours make his eyes widen comically, the sugars perfectly balanced, texture just perfect, flavour combination incredible and he looks at you incrediously.

"'Its incredible, i should of ordered it earlier-" - Its fond and in awe for he speaks and with a small sip of espresso it only seems to make it better and quietly Namjoon groans and melts in his seat, the warmth of it all re-energising his body just how he needed.

Your absolutely blushing, giggling before you can think at his reaction and feel proud of yourself, like youve done something right. Practically purring with accomplishment, you have to keep your own instinctual reactions in check but the rest of the day your light in your steps, all smiles and gidiness, you got this reaction so often but for some reason it feels different coming from this stranger.

"Oh im so glad!" - Is all you can manage with the sheer size of your smile, your eyes forced almost closed from it and you saunter away leaving him to enjoy, briefly hearing him mumble something about others having to try, not that you know what others hes talking about.

Leaving is harder than Namjoon originally imagined it would be when he finishes everything, quicker than before because its 6:45 and he should really be back for 7. Reluctantly, Namjoon stands and takes the plate and mug over to the counter, just to thank you again, your whizzing around refilling the trays ready for the morning rush and he patiently waits until you notice him, your nose twitching from his scent and you shoot up, back straightening and give him a big smile

"I just want to thank you for this, it was really amazing, so sweet of you too" - Namjoon got out rather shyly, adjusting his glasses on his nose and sending you his dazzling smile and you listened with wide eyes and a resurfacing blush from the praise/compliment. It makes you stutter over your words as you reply, taking the mug and plate over the counter with slightly shaking hands half because you get jittery right before rush times and half from his presence

"Im so happy you enjoyed, m-make sure you eat when your drinking your espressos" - You got the last bit out fast like it was a gamble and while you tried to say it teasingly it came out surprisingly assertive in your caring manner and Namjoon looked at you surprised for a moment before his smile came right back and he laughed gently

"I will do, take care"

"You too!" - You happily reply before he turns on his heel and makes his way out, visibly less tense and tired than before and that makes the pep in your step even more obvious, you hope he'll come back.

"Whats got you all happy sweets?" - Yuqi asks as she just clocked in, teasing but equally curious and you gently blush again

"Oh, nothingg-" - But the tone you say it in blatantly gives it away ad Yuqi just nudges you with her shoulder and a prying smile before getting to attend the first customers of the morning rush.

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Its been 6 months since BTS has been back together, everyone finishing military service and it was joyous and then it was hard. Friends all around of the same age are getting married, having children and none of BTS have been able to settle down with who hey think is forever. Of course theyve had their flings, relationships both long and short term but in the end, they are where they are now, no one in a relationship and it does take a toll. It can be lonely.

Especially with the stress of they're arguably most important comeback yet, everyones beyond exhausted, drained. Theyve changed in good ways since the military, more confident than ever, comfortable in themselves and everyones put on a lot of muscle but none of that changes that fact that something is missing, a small hole in each of their hearts, collectively a hole in their pack. They dont talk about it- about what would happen if one of them did settle down with someone forever, if their pack would split but collectively no one can see it happening, they go through everything together and any sort of split would feel like heartbreak.

Rejoining Yoongi and Hoseok in the studio, 7am sharp, Namjoon walks with a bounce, eyes no longer trying to close on themselves and hes brought back to life in a way the company's coffee definitely can't bring. The two older members are sitting in pure confusion at the easy energy Namjoon has just gained out of nowhere and they watch silently for a second at the small smile settled on his lips before they decide to actually ask.

"Where did you go to get all happy?" - Because surely he hadnt got laid in the hour that he left- thats not like Namjoon but the blush that graces his face at being called out makes them oh so curious as to what their leaders been up to.

"I just went and got some coffee and breakfast"

"From here?" - Hoseok said with disbelief because he knows it isnt good like that

"No uh- you know that cafe everyones been talking about?"

"Im sure ive heard of it in passing, that good huh?" - Yoongi thinks it must be glorious because wow Namjoon seems as happy as he did the day he got to go home from the military

"Ah yeah its really good- i only went there for a coffee to go but i didnt really want to leave, youve got to go and see what i mean"

"what, like the atmosphere or the coffee?"

"well both and- theres this really sweet omega"

"come on spit it out Joon"

"She made my espressos and they were so good but she bakes- i think shes the one who bakes atleast- and she brought me over a fresh pretzel telling me i shouldnt be drinking caffeine on an empty stomach and hyung she just cared-"

"Joon you sound like- lovestruck." - Yoongi added in a flat tone, really not understanding where he was going with this

"Yeah, it sounds more like she was lecturing you" - Hoseok adds hesitantly

"You just have to see, it was really sweet and it made my morning better alright?" - Namjoon sighed and the two elder members decided to lay off and just appreciate the energy he was bringing

"Come with me, later or tomorrow and we will go get coffee there, its really nice" - Yoongi hummed in agreement because he never said no to caffeine and Hoseok agreed because he wouldnt help but be jealous of the joy Namjoon was experiencing considering how they'd all been recently.

Namjoon couldnt wait to go back and get another apple and cinnamon pretzel.

Hi everyone! I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new fic, please do let me know what you think, as always my asks are open!

Thank you so much for reading!

Mwah 💖

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[devotedfem]

You're an amazing writer. If you take requests I was wondering can you make a Taehyung x reader where they are dating and they go to jeju to have some alone time but jimin and jungkook decides to tag along and when jimin and jungkook are enjoying the pool taehyung takes that as an opportunity to get his alone time

Little trip go bad - K. TH x reader

Tags: non yandere (i never thought i'd write a non-yan fic lmao), smut, Tae is frustated, jealousy, he needs attention asap, he's so whipped and horny for y/n.

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You and Taehyung have been dating for over a month after he took the courage to ask you out. You two were friends since forever, so he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but his desire and love for you was stronger than his fear, that’s why he took the risk, and he was so glad that you returned his feelings. He felt so lucky to have you in his life, he was so infatuated with you that his friends tell him that he’s just obsessed.

But it’s not obsession, it’s adoration, you are the girl of his dreams, how could he not be head over heels for you?

Your relationship was sweet, he treated you like a princess. But he couldn’t help his urge to touch your body, to have you under him crying his name with pleasure. He adores you, but he’s also a man, and he has needs, especially with a girlfriend as beautiful as you. Every time you touch him, he has to inhale deep to not lose control, to compose himself and not scare you away.

He needed you so fucking bad.

That’s why he planned a romantic trip to Jeju to have more time alone with you, to charm you so he can fuck you the way you deserve.

He jerks off every night just thinking about you, but he wants to treat you well and take things slowly because you’re worth it. He was a traditional man after all, but it was hard to resist your body.

You jumped with excitement when he told you to pack your things to travel, kissing him with so much love. He kissed you back immediately, devouring your mouth with yearning.

But everything went down the moment Jimin and fucking Jungkook came along, uninvited. You said that you didn’t mind their company at all as the sweet girl you are, but he did mind because he want time alone with you.

The boys looked at him with mirth, they did this on purpose to piss him off, just because Taehyung has been ignoring them too occupied with his girlfriend.

Taehyung was grumpy and angry the first day of the trip, rolling his eyes every time the boys steal your attention away from him. Jealousy burned his very core when you didn’t have your pretty smile and eyes focused only on him. It wasn’t fair, he paid a really big amount of money to spend time alone with his girl.

Taehyung rent a house for three days, and the boys were enjoying themselves around the house giving you two zero privacy, driving Taehyung mad. He was about to murder them. He swears to God that cockblocking him like this should be reason enough to beat their ass up. He couldn’t even fuck you at night because you spent so much time playing PlayStation with them until dawn.

It wasn’t fair.

But then, as if God took pity on him, the morons leaved you two alone to go swimming in the pool, too busy with themselves to pay attention to you.

Taehyung stood behind you in the kitchen, leaving wet kisses on your neck and pinning your hips against the counter. You giggle telling him to stop, but he didn’t, pressing his bulge against your butt.

You were taken aback by how hard he was, gripping your body with burning desire. He sighed into your ear at the sensation of his groin pushing into your bottom, tightening his grip on your hips.

“I need you so fucking bad,” he whispered hotly against your ear, inhaling sharp when you arched your back.

You grabbed his hand, taking him towards your room.

He didn’t waste time, undressing you with desperation on his lidded eyes. He wanted to see you naked so bad it physically hurts him.

You giggle a little at his rushed and desperate movements, it wasn’t like someone would steal you away. But Taehyung didn’t think the same.

He took your sundress off, taking his time to admire your body, undoing slowly your bra without looking away from you, pulling your panties off right after.

“You’re beautiful,” he said breathless, with his dark eyes roaming your body with hunger, looking like a starve man that has finally found something to devour.

You felt shy under his intense and piercing gaze, trying to hide under the sheets. But he didn’t let you, pulling them away and leaving you bared one more time.

“Don’t you ever hide from me again,” he said between teeth, clenching his jaw and looking at you with a scowl. You nodded softly, not wanting to upset him.

He got himself naked quickly, as if he couldn’t resist one more second from fucking you against the mattress.

He kneeled between your legs, opening them widely and making you blush with embarrassment. Your heart pounded at his heavy gaze roaming your breasts and then your exposed folds. He took another peek at your breasts with hunger flashing his eyes, leaning down to play with your nipples, making you moan near his ear, that made him curse under his breath and get back on his knees.

He dragged you closer by lifting your hips up to align you with his erect cock.

“I love you,” he said flicking his dark gaze to your face before shoving his cock inside of you, making you moan his name loudly.

He didn’t waste time to prep you, ramming into you with force and splitting you open. You let out cries of pain and pleasure, and those sounds only railed him up instead of making him slow down. But you weren’t complaining, the pain felt as sweet as the pleasure.

His hands had a bruising grip on your hips, bouncing your body on his cock with raw need.

The vein of his neck popped out and his jaw clenched, the sight of his pretty face getting sweaty turned you on more. He looked so hot like that.

Your walls clenched around him, making him groan and ram into you with more force. You two were closer to your peak, that’s why Taehyung rolled his hips more frantic against you.

His tight grip on your hips turned a little bit unbearable. His face scrunch up in pleasure and his eyes closed before coming inside of you, filling you up to the brim. You came at the same time as him, whimpering and arching your back at the strong orgasm. And then you felt his lips leaving feather kisses on your skin.

Jimin and Jungkook didn’t see your faces until the very next day.

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Indulgence (Bts x Chubby reader)

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Chapter 2

Poly Bts x Chubby Reader, Soulmate au and Idol au

Summary: Poor broke and isolated mc gets the chance to go to a concert with an old high school friend, with hoping to find their soulmate and see the biggest boy band in the world. A new shocking reality hits her while at the concert.

Chapter Warnings: degrading thoughts, poor writing and grammar, gender confused reader, anxiety, mc being a loner, mentions of weight insecurities, swearing, fat phobia, etc (let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: second chapter omg I actually wrote it in a decent time span, I want to say thank you for the support for the first chapter! I will try my best to keep up with posting chapters, etc, etc, As we all know, Grammarly is my lord and savior, but even they can't fix my awful spelling mistakes, so let me know if anything is wrong or just ignore it for the sake of the story.

word count: 2,034

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Perviously on Indulgence:

"Then for the first time in my life, I felt a tug, anxiety filled my stomach as I froze in my tracks, and my heartbeat went through the roof as I looked down at the red thread I usually forget about, it loosened. Holy shit I am near my soulmate. Holy shit. Lauren notices that I stop walking and now staring at my pinky finger asks me “Are you okay?” I initially looked around the bus station, there were a lot of people walking around, too many to see where the string goes. “Is it your soulmate?” Lauren asks me again. I couldn't speak, my mouth dry as I gave her a shaky nod. But unfortunately just as it loosens it quickly tightens again, meaning my soulmate either left or is on a bus going further away from me. “I wonder if he felt it” I questioned out loud, looking at Lauren with shaken eyes. She sighs, almost equally disappointed “Come on Clare is waiting for us, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” Lauren tells me, grabbing my hand and basically dragging me to the exit. I can’t stop staring at my red thread, there's hope. There is always hope. Now I at least can find comfort that he is in the States, and not in Korea or Russia or anything far away. "

We make it to Clare’s car, she smiles at me as this is our first time meeting. I put on a smile as I tried to push through all the emotions I was feeling at the moment. But it is more complicated than I’d like to admit. The man I moved halfway across the country for is now somewhere in the city that’s only 3 hours away from my 4-year hellscape of a college.

 I let out a deep sigh as I looked over to Lauren and Clare, who were having a quiet conversation themselves. Clare nodded at something Lauren said, a look of concern and slight confusion filled her eyes, and spread across her face. “I’m fine yall— let’s get going before I hear another kid scream their head off,” I tell them with a slight chuckle, hoping that I’m schooling my face well enough to at least look like I’m fine as well as my typical dry humar distractes them from the imdending breakdown I am bout to face in tminus 10 seconds. 

Lauren eyes me up and down while also looking deep into my very soul to see if I’m lying to her. Clare shrugs, “I agree.” Lauren seems to give up her soul searching and nods her head. In silence that was not completely awkward, we got into Clare’s small car. I shove my bag and myself into the back seat, hoping that the fabric of the cheap seats swallows me whole.

 After 30 minutes of awful pop music from the local radio station, – Clare saying something about “keeping up with the latest music” – Clare’s occasional road rage and cars honking, we reach a small street lined with small shops and other downtown “hippie” and “local” boutiques. As God was on our side we found a decent parking spot with little to no casualties, though I was pretending not to feel the curb that Clare drove on top of.

 As the other two girls make their way to one of the many shops we will visit, I try to find it in my very core to move and get out of this stupid, beat-up car, but my every soul has died and been replaced with a mopey version of myself. I keep asking myself, “Would I ever have that chance again? To be that close to him?” The feeling of hopelessness seems to seep into my bones and takes over into my soul as I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the pit of despair. A gust of wind hits my arm, making me shoot up in shock I yell at Clare as she laughs at me hanging off the open car door. “Come on, man, Lauren is dying to check out this new shop.” I rolled my eyes and finally found the courage to step out of the car; the car isn’t stupid, just my feelings.

 I breathe in the cold air as I match my footing with Clare, following her mindlessly as we catch up with Lauren, who is currently star-struck over this shirt. “Guys, what! Look at it!” Lauren practically screams at us, I laugh at her as I feel myself letting go of its tight grip on the soul-crushing reality. Maybe spending some money and indulging in giving the greedy company my mind, body, and soul is what I need at the moment.

 The rest of the afternoon is spent with Lauren dragging Clare and me around the street, jumping and hopping from one store to another. I found a few tops that were cute and appropriate for the concert but as for pants my fear was proving to be true as none of the shops had my size, or like any normal sizing I mean come on even the chubby girls like to overconsume, and spend all their money on a pair of jeans. 

“Isn't this so cute!” Lauren yells into my ear as I lazily glance over the rack of tops. I throw on a smile as I examine the clothes “Oh yeah, it fits you.” She smiles back at me before her eyes start analyzing the shirt once again. “I’m going to ask Clare what she thinks,” before I can respond Lauren already walked away from me. I sighed but smiled nonetheless, as I went back to looking at the mildly ugly and small tops in front of me, 

“You shouldn’t be here,” a small but pitchy voice says to me. I turn my attention to the owner of the offending voice, only to see a short girl who looks like she would be blown away by a strong gust of wind. I swear to all that is holy, if this goes in the direction I think it is, I’m gonna hole myself up in my room for the next decade. “Excuse me?” I ask the lady, confusion dances across my face as I tilt my head down at her to get a better look, black jeans, black top, and oh- look! A name tag, great, she works here. 

“I’m saying,” her pitchy voice raises a notch as she scoffs at me. “You don’t belong here, none of these sizes will fit you.” She gives me a once-over before crossing her arms and staring up at my face. Yup this went exactly how I was expecting it to. Look, I’m not a Karen or anything of the sort, so the following things I say don’t represent me at all. My eyebrow raised in amusement at her sheer audacity, but two can play this stupid game. 

“Oh, really now? I’m sure your manager or other coworkers would love to hear that you're being rude to a customer just based on their weight.” I give her a fake pout. Her eyes widen at my words, “I’m sure this establishment prides itself on being fat-phobic to their customers, so maybe you will finally get some recognition. Oh! And this interaction will make you get that pay raise you have been hoping for!” I fake excitement in my voice, but I am channeling all the sarcasm I have collected over the 19 years of my life. 

 She starts to stutter as her eyes are wide as dinner plates, her hands come out in front of her, trying to fix her comment she made about me as she fails over and over to come up with something to smooth over her mistake.  Another employee walks up to us, “Is everything okay over here?” The employee is an older woman and much more secure with herself. I smile at her, “Actually, no, this employee over here was telling me to leave this establishment because of my weight, and I feel very disrespected,” the said offending short girl’s body regrets itself as she turns to the older woman, trying to explain and justify herself. Again, I am not a Karen of any sort, but I am not going to let myself be disrespected by this Barbie regret just because she is insecure and projecting it onto strangers. 

The older woman smiles at me, ignoring her. “I’m very sorry she said that towards you, honey, by no means do her words represent the company and what we stand for. Rest assured, this behavior will be dealt with.” I gave the older employee a polite smile, thanking her as she took the younger girl to the back of the store. Once they left, I let out a deep sigh. Look, just because I handled that well doesn’t mean I wasn’t blowing up on the inside.

I scan my eyes around the store, spotting my two friends over the accessories. Taking another deep breath to steady myself, I make my way over there, I just need to turn off my brain and have fun. I can’t let comments like that get to me. For the next hour, we went to two different stores. I managed to find some pants that make up a complete outfit for the concert. I felt more giddy, as maybe the world isn’t so bad when you have a new outfit to wear and show off. Us three stopped at this small cafe for a late lunch and a breather.

 Lauren took the liberty to fill me in on the latest gossip and drama going on in her arts school, as Clare and I just ate peacefully. “Oh hey, what happened back at the bus station?” Clare asks me once Lauren’s gossip train slowed down, I cursed internally, as I was hoping not to think about that again. I shake my head, “It was my soulmate, the string was so tight like he was right there next to me. I was freaked out by it” I explained to her my body shrinking on itself as I reminisced on the feeling of being so close to him. Clare gave me a look of sympathy as she shared some comforting words with me.

 “Holy shit-“ Lauren’s voice breaks through my self loathing as the said girl is starting at her phone like it personally offend her, me and Clare exchanged confused looks “What’s wrong?” I ask Lauren carefully, but as soon as I speak, she shoves her phone into my face. I had to squint my eyes to adjust to the screen as I read the headline on a news article

 ‘BTS THE BIGGEST BOY BAND HAS A 8TH SOULMATE?’ 

“holy shit?!” I shout out as well as I take Lauren’s phone to read through the article quickly to make sure it wasn’t some clickbait but as I read more of it, statements from Bighit and Namjoon himself explain the situation. I passed over the phone to Clare as I stared in disbelief. Their soul group isn't complete? Does this mean that ‘SoulTies” is wrong, or did they just not know? But these guys are on a world tour right now. How are they just now discovering they have an 8th soulmate? 

“Wait, guys, did you read this part?” Clare questions us as she scans her eyes over the phone, “According to the leader of BTS, Kim Namjoon, also known as RM, Him and one other member felt a tug and their red string tightened when at the bus station in the city, where they are performing this Saturday.” Clare finishes reading the segment of the new article. 

I think my brain stopped working at that moment. A million thoughts raced into my head all at once, and the main one is “Could I be their soulmate?” but theres no way, there's no way I am the person. Besides, it's nearly impossible as well since we probably were at the bus station at two different times. There was no way two members of BTS where at the bus station and didn't cause a huge commotion. “Do you guys think we were at the station at the same time as them?” Lauren asks us, there is a childlike amusement in her voice, but Clare, thank god, shuts down that thought immediately. “There's no way, we would have seen a bunch of armies going apeshit as well as a million security guards and paparazzi.” I hum in agreement as I finish up eating.

“Well, maybe we should head to your guy's places since it's getting late.” I changed the topic to hopefully not down Laurens' hopes to much. The other two girls agreed as we packed up and paid for our food. We walk down the once busy streets, now its just a few stray people going home like us. When we came into view of Clare's beat-up car, I sighed in relief. Today was fun, a lot of it if I dont think about how much money I just spent, but there is still this nagging feeling in my chest that something is wrong, and that my soulmate is closer to me than I think, and with the article? I dont know what to think at all, I just want to enjoy the concert and leave this stupid city. 

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I watch as our soulmate gets into the back of her friend's car, and my chest aches as I see the small pout on their face. Soon, you will be with us. 

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[prbywoo]

I miss the days were I used to die laughing from the lachimolala meme while watching "BTS moments you should watch at 3 am" and the thumbnail is always that pastel rainbow with cutout pics of the members and the title in the middle and those sparks ✨✨

[kooppss]

Fucking Kim Taehyung (teaser)

Teaser for a still unnamed Taehyung series. This is from the first chapter — their, sort of, first meeting after many years.

word count: 500

He looks in your direction with a slightly amused expression and a crooked smile.

He looks a little surprised, but definitely not as much as you look. He raises his glass subtly as if motioning hello to you.

It can’t be.

Does he recognize you? Does he even remember you?

“You know him?” Sohee whispers in your ear, noticing something is going on with you.

It snaps you out of your shock a little.

You nod as you turn to look away from him. “Yeah, we knew each other in high school,” you reply quietly.

She gives you a questioning look as if saying, ‘That’s it?’ you shrug and turn back to look at the chairman and the new director.

Fucking Kim Taehyung.

From this point, you have no idea what the speakers are talking about. You just try to calm your beating heart and stop blushing like a stupid teenager.

You down a second glass of champagne as if it’ll help you to wrap your mind around the fact you’re standing in front of Kim Taehyung. You feel like you should pinch yourself, to make sure this isn’t a wild dream. How is that the reality of your life? How is it even possible?

When it’s his time to talk, you feel like you spiral even more. His deep voice fills the room. “Thank you, Mr. Roberts for your kind words. I’m excited about this new opportunity. I hope to lead the department through the challenges we have the following year.” He continues talking, you try to listen, you really do. But your mind is in haze. His voice has a calm confidence quality. He commands the room’s attention easily with his gentle charisma and natural charm. And probably the way he fucking looks, because normal people don’t usually look that good. It’s like he didn’t change at all.

He raises his almost-empty glass and smiles. You feel like he’s looking directly into your eyes as he says, “I can’t wait to get to know and to work with all of you. Thank you for coming.”

But you might be delusional. You probably are in delusion. You’re in some sort of hallucination. Because it can’t be happening.

Why does he have this effect on you? After all these years?

Everyone is clapping. You blink a couple of times and snap back to reality.

Sohee is looking at you with an amused look on her face while she’s slowly clapping.

“I never saw you blushing like that for a guy.”

You frown at her. “I’m not blushing. It’s just the alcohol,” you shoot back too quickly for it to be normal.

She chuckles and raises her hand in mock defense. “Okay okay, so will you go to say welcome?” she motions her head in his general direction.

You look to where he stands and can only see the sea of people surrounding him.

“Nah, I need to head out. I’m meeting Gabby at some bar.”

It’s not a lie. Mostly not a lie. You are going to meet Gabby. But if you head out now, you definitely will be there earlier than you told her you will.

Yet you know you need to get out of here.

So you say quick goodbyes to the people around you and deep out as soon as possible. Practically fleeting from the event.

Running away from facing a meeting you're not ready for. Not right now.

This is a very small taste of the story and the vibe. Let me know what you think and if you have some name suggestions ❤️

[defendingwarrior]

TAEHYUNG | 7-Second Interview

[nonvoice]

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

[thethingsidolmao]

What Kind of Boyfriend Would BTS Be? 💜✨

Let's meet the boyfriends!

RM

RM would be the deep-thinking, poetic boyfriend who always keeps things interesting. He’d write you heartfelt letters, take you to museums and bookstores, and have long, meaningful talks at night. He’s the type to analyze your favorite song lyrics just to understand you better and hold your hand protectively when you walk together.

📖 Pros: Super thoughtful, great at giving advice, always makes you feel valued ⚠️ Cons: Might accidentally break things, but it's adorable

JIN

Jin would be the boyfriend who constantly makes you laugh. He’d crack dad jokes, randomly serenade you, and act extra dramatic just for fun. But when it matters, he’d cook you comfort food, remind you how beautiful you are, and hold you close when you need it.

😂 Pros: Hilarious, affectionate, spoils you with food ⚠️ Cons: Might roast you for fun, but it’s all love

SUGA

Suga would be the calm, observant boyfriend who doesn’t always say much but shows his love in subtle ways. He’d remember every little thing about you, buy you your favorite snacks without asking, and pull you into his arms without saying a word. His love language? Acts of service.

🖤 Pros: Loyal, comforting, lowkey super romantic ⚠️ Cons: Might struggle to express emotions verbally but makes up for it with actions

J-HOPE

J-Hope would be your personal sunshine. He’d hype you up 24/7, send you voice notes of him saying “I love you,” and plan the most fun dates. If you’re sad? He’s already at your door with snacks, music, and a pep talk to remind you how amazing you are.

☀️ Pros: Always positive, your biggest cheerleader, super affectionate ⚠️ Cons: You will get side eye if you are acting crazy

JIMIN

Jimin would be the boyfriend who makes you feel like the most special person in the world. He’d shower you with compliments, hug you tightly out of nowhere, and flirt with you like it’s the first time you met. He’s always touching you—holding hands, playing with your hair, or pulling you onto his lap.

💋 Pros: Super romantic, loves skinship, makes you feel adored ⚠️ Cons: Might make you blush 24/7 with his teasing

V

V would be the boyfriend who turns your love story into an art piece. He’d write you letters, take dreamy photos of you, and sing to you softly when you’re tired. Dates with him? Stargazing, aesthetic cafes, and late-night talks under city lights.

🎨 Pros: Super creative, makes everything feel magical, deeply affectionate ⚠️ Cons: You never know what to expect (so buckle up for the fun ride)

JUNGKOOK

Jungkook would be the boyfriend who acts tough but is actually a softie for you. He’d work out just to impress you, hold you tight when crossing the street, and get adorably shy if you compliment him too much. He’d lowkey get jealous easily but would make up for it with extra cuddles.

🔥 Pros: Super protective, loves cuddling, will do anything for you ⚠️ Cons: Might get competitive over silly things but in a cute way

[hearthvkoo]

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[silverozy]

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—Now playing: Adore You by Harry Styles ✫

Taehyung and Daphne were two pieces of the same puzzle. They went hand in hand like pen and paper, thunder and lightning, cause and effect, a bow and its arrows. He was the Yin to her Yang. 

They worked like flowers and bees. She was the rare and delicate bloom. He wasn’t exactly a bee—he didn’t like routines too much. He was more of a butterfly, a monarch, for whom migration came naturally.

Yet, Daphne was powerful enough to change his nature. She’d taught him to love routines. The only difference was that she became the centre of each routine he learned to love.

It first began with his school trips; getting on the bus assumed a different meaning, a greater weight in his mind, heart, and soul. 

Then came recess. Just as Daphne now rushed over to his class or out of hers to meet him minutes before the bell, he had once dashed out of his classroom, staying back to watch her hang out with her friends a few feet away from him.

The greatest routine of all was tutoring her at the library every available afternoon. This routine covered many micro ones. Studying together meant they’d go to the bar together before school dismissed and eat by the stairs. 

It meant he’d wait for her in the same spot once the last bell rang. It meant they’d walk the same road to the library side by side. It meant they’d hush their voices as they walked to their secluded corner. By the end of the day, they’d retrace their steps to catch the bus at the same hour. It meant they’d always make a beeline for the back of the bus, sitting in the same spot—she’d be by the window, and he’d be right next to her.

Then came another great routine, basically inaugurated by her illness. That week had revealed to him another hang-out spot for them. Anytime he stepped into her bedroom, his heart would warm up at the reminder of their bond. Maybe it was the lack of walls or the default familiarity between them, but being welcomed in her space, her privacy, made his neurons short-circuit.

He liked—no, loved—these routines. So, without hesitation, he tried building a new one. She loved routines anyway, so it wouldn’t even bother her. That’s why, the following day, he invited her to join his friends at the restaurant.

“I’d be killing two birds with one stone, and you wouldn’t have to be alone,” he told her, holding and playfully shaking her hands to convince her.

“With all of you?” It wasn’t that Taehyung’s friends were cannibals, but the thought of being surrounded by unfamiliar faces, with only Taehyung as her anchor, unsettled her. Her own friends wouldn’t be there.

“You have nothing to worry about because you have me.” He grinned, shaking her hands until she smiled.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be bothersome if I only stick around you?” Taehyung scoffed, gasped, choked on his gasps, turning his head around as if her words were genuinely suffocating him.

“You can’t be for real. You? Bother me? Never, darling.” He leaned closer, voice dipping into a whisper. “Never.”

Daphne felt her face burn, her body betraying her as if his breath and the little distance had ignited a fire within her.

“Stop,” she whined involuntarily, then immediately caught herself. The smug satisfaction on his face told her she had failed to hide her shyness.

“So? What do you say?” He shook her hands again, trying to lighten up her spirit.

With a sigh and a tilt of her head, she gave in, giggling as he celebrated the victory with a series of quick hugs.

“It’s going to be a blast— like… not exactly, but it’ll be awesome—”

“Hopefully, Jimin won’t have you preparing fruit salads—” 

“Hopefully, you won’t be suggesting it.”

She didn’t, not having the chance. 

Cleo, Nick, James, and Asher went off to their usual lunch spot before practice, leaving Daphne alone to face the daunting task of joining a group of friends who had known each other for over a decade. 

Saying she felt out of place was an understatement, but one look at Taehyung, and the tension in her nerves faded away, radiating like dissipating heat off her body.

“Hey, so, to not leave her in despair all alone, Daphne will be sticking around with us—”

“Let’s go!” Jimin cheered, leaving his spot next to Avyanna to drape his arm around Daphne’s shoulder. 

“Well, it’s been a while.” Jungkook extended his hand for a shake, which she reciprocated, laughing at the awkwardness.

“Hi, my name’s Avyanna. We never really had the chance to speak.” She began. “Mostly because I don’t purposely invade other people’s spaces—” 

Taehyung cleared his throat pointedly, making Avyanna roll her eyes before continuing, “We’ll have a great time—”

“We’re just going for lunch, jeez—”“Shut up, Kook.”

Before they took off, a blonde-haired girl came out of the dark—from behind them. “Hi, I’m Adrielle.”

Her voice was incredibly smooth, matching the softness of her hands when she shook Daphne’s. Her smile wasn’t broad, but it was reassuring, and her aura wasn’t as intimidating as her friends’. It eased her nerves—not as much as Taehyung did, but still considerably.

“Daphne.” She smiled back as if trying to convey her gratitude and comfort. “Hey, you’re not as intimidating as your friends despite your immense looks. Thank you for that,” she wanted to say with her eyes.

“Then, let’s go!” Jimin shouted, linking arms with Daphne and Avyanna. 

Brows bouncing, Taehyung was surprised at the warm welcome his friends had given Daphne. He’d really thought he’d walk next to Daphne all the while—not like he would’ve complained anyway—but this way he was happy and Daphne was elated.

Daphne realised Jimin was indeed theatrical, even more so when he was around his close friends. Avyanna was the same, although not as dramatic as him sometimes. Daphne enjoyed their company because her nervousness would leave her with giggles, chuckles, and laughter.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Adrielle walked behind them on their way to the bus stop. 

Daphne wouldn’t define herself as whiny, but it still bothered her. She felt like she had to turn around and look at him as if to remind him that she knew he was there, that his presence would never be overlooked by her. But this would make it look like Avyanna and Jimin had kidnapped her.

Taehyung felt the same as he looked at her. His hands were in his pockets as usual, and he discussed with his friends as if his mind wasn’t bothered by Daphne’s absence next to him. 

They exchanged glances when they boarded the bus, both a little dramatic in their longing.

Their sadness, however, was short-lived when they got off at El Grillo’s Cuisine. A small distraction, unknowingly orchestrated by Avyanna, was enough to break the spell.

—Now playing: Creep by Radiohead ✫

Daphne didn’t know what sparked the commotion that drew so much attention but, not being her close friend, she didn’t pry further, keeping to herself or, better, to Taehyung. 

Jimin, Jungkook, Avyanna, and Adrielle walked in a line, leading the way to the restaurant, while Taehyung and Daphne lingered behind, enjoying each other’s company and talking almost silently compared to the loud chatter before them. 

Maybe for symmetry, or maybe for a better view of their interactions, Adrielle should have walked beside them, balancing the numbers. But, truly, Adrielle would have been better beside them because of how invested she was in their activity. Whatever Avyanna was showing the boys on her phone wasn’t strong enough to distract her from the duo behind them.

She tried to hide it. Yes, she did and even successfully you might say because no one was attentive enough to notice her; Jimin and Jungkook were breaking their necks, stretching over to look at Avyanna’s phone, and the couple walking behind them was too invested in each other to care about their surroundings. 

This made it easy for Adrielle to blend into the background when she wanted to go unnoticed.

She wasn’t as loud as Jimin or Avyanna, nor as playful as Jungkook. She wasn’t even quite like Taehyung—maybe a little bit, but she was very much a person of her own, a chameleon of sorts.

No one would wonder why Adrielle suddenly remained silent. No one would worry if she kept to herself, living in her own world and socialising with her own thoughts. So, while her friends giggled over Avyanna’s shared content, she peacefully eavesdropped on Taehyung and Daphne, glancing at them from the corner of her eye.

She couldn’t watch them as freely as she’d want—too risky—but the little her eyes caught was enough to make her feel indescribable things. 

She wanted to look away as much as she didn’t. She wanted to scold herself, mind her business, join in her friends’ conversation, and actually behave like she couldn’t care less, but it was stronger than her, pulling her in like a current sweeping away a stray leaf.

At some point, she convinced herself she was indifferent, relaxing into the illusion that no one could see through her thoughts. But that illusion shattered the moment they entered El Grillo’s Cuisine.

Daphne’s laugh rang out, and just like that, Adrielle was drawn back in, like a moth to a flame.

What could he have said to make her laugh? Why was she laughing? Were they having fun?

Adrielle’s face remained stoic throughout the afternoon, especially when Jimin hinted at a day he’d hung out with Daphne. She didn’t know he referred to the previous day. For her own sanity, Adrielle didn’t care to know and, thankfully, she had business to deal with. 

After lunch, she left with Avyanna and Jungkook.

Had he been able to, Jimin would’ve run and called her back because his third-wheeling tolerance had its limits. After his self-inflicted suffering the previous day, he had sworn never to endure another round of it—especially not the very next day.

He needed an extended break.

Only the heavens knew how Daphne would’ve reacted had she known the truth behind those soft blue eyes and that tender voice. There was something about how Adrielle carried herself that filled Daphne with ease and comfort. 

She didn’t realise it, but maybe it was Adrielle’s heavy inclination towards warm colours that tricked her into thinking she was warm-hearted too. But, as they say, the eyes never lie. 

Hers were blue, cold-hued and carriers of the truth within her soul. No matter what Daphne could’ve done or said, it wouldn’t change.

Daphne tried making a little joke as they worked in the kitchen together, but all she received was a weak smile. 

She didn’t think much about it, assuming it was just Adrielle’s personality—besides, she didn’t know this girl. 

In reality, the blonde-haired was confused, unsure of how to react to her kindness. In her head, Daphne stood under a harsh glow of cold lights—void of warmth or love. Yet, her approach contradicted that, momentarily sending Adrielle’s mind into a masked frenzy.

Daphne, however, had no idea. Her mind was elsewhere, occupied with the laughter Jimin had pulled from her throughout the afternoon.

And with the thought of Taehyung.

—Now playing: Lucky by Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat ✫

Given the season, by the time they walked up the hill to their school, the sun was well hidden behind the mountains. Its rays weakly penetrated the thick layer of clouds, casting only cold and gloomy shades of the town, the perfect contrast to the brightness from the streetlights.

Because of her recent sickness and studies, it had been long since she last walked up the hill at this hour. She could still remember the first time she came to the practice games.

The weather wasn’t as cold and the environment certainly wasn’t as noisy as then, since Jimin couldn’t help but talk nonstop.

Taehyung refused to let Jimin separate t, subtly manoeuvring himself so he was always beside Daphne, away from his friend. As usual, his hands were in his pockets and he’d occasionally laugh along. Then his heart would skip a beat whenever Daphne held onto his jacket.

She only did it to keep herself from doubling over with laughter, but still—he cherished the touch as if it were gold.

The heavy gym doors screeched open and slammed shut behind them. The squeaky sounds of trainers against the polished floor echoed through the building, becoming louder as they approached the entry and went to take a seat.

A hand waved in the air. 

It was connected to the beautiful smile of her friend, who looked as happy as a child seeing their parent in the crowd at a school play. 

Daphne barely had the time to smile back and feel the joy warm her up before shouts and howls startled her. 

Asher stood there, hiding his face, laughing, and shaking his head while Nick and James yelled exaggerated greetings at her.

Daphne laughed and waved back.

Her heart rejoiced at the amazing feeling of having good friends.

Taehyung, on the other hand, nearly forgot how to breathe as he watched her smile beautifully. 

The gym's golden lighting didn’t do his brain any justice, making her appear even more ethereal than usual. The golden hues framed her delicate and perfect face so heavenly that he almost couldn’t look away when she turned to look at him.

If his eyes ever glowed around her, she was the source of the light he looked at.

There was something so peculiar about the girl. 

He couldn’t even put it into words. 

He didn’t feel the need to overpower her with his feelings and shower her with confessions. Yes, he’d feel two hundred times better if, after confessing, she accepted him and they got even closer, but there was a strange beauty—something right—about simply existing beside her.

Knowing that when he turned around, he’d see her wavy hair and brown sheepskin jacket and his nose would perceive the amazing scent, which was uniquely hers, was enough to send him to bed with a smile and having pink and golden dreams every night.

It was almost frustrating how every aspect of her effortlessly bewitched him—charming.

She worked on him like magic. He was the lost knight and she was the enchanting fairy he’d found in the forest. One look at her eyes and he was gone for good.

By the end of the evening, as they waited for their friends, Jimin’s words would occasionally fade away, blur away with the background because Taehyung’s eyes wouldn’t leave Daphne.

Jimin was a yapper, yes, but he noticed it. He didn’t react though. He mentally noted it and continued yapping. I mean…the only thing missing was Taehyung physically cracking his neck.

Thankfully, Taehyung’s brain had freed itself from the shackles of his overjoyed heart and stopped him from following Daphne with his eyes as she exited the gym with her friend. His brain huffed and puffed from the struggle only for his heart to grab it again in another tight embrace when Daphne stopped right before exiting to ask him if he was leaving as well.

As if he’d been in a trance, he blinked a couple of times and agreed. “Yeah, yeah. We’re just waiting for Jungkook. We’ll be out in a flash.”

“Okay, we’ll be out here waiting. Hopefully, Nick, James, and Asher will be done as well by then.” 

She smiled before venturing into the chilly environment outside, leaving him scratching his head to reset his brain, freeing it again from his heart's overwhelmingly beautiful hug.

Outside, Cleo kept poking at Daphne to tell her about her afternoon, seeing that she’d walked into the gym right next to her crush and his best friend.

—Now playing: 8 Letters by Why Don’t We ✫

As soon as the gym doors slammed closed behind the girls, Jimin finally quit playing around and got serious. No Daphne around meant he could ask his friend a few questions—no, his curiosity wasn’t out to rest yet.

“So,” Jimin started, tilting his head. “How serious is it getting?” 

A perfect reaction to this question would be shrinking into his jacket to hide his face, but Taehyung could not do that so he simply shrugged his shoulders, looking at the doors as if they were made of glass, allowing him to admire the girl of his dreams.

Jimin followed his eyes and answered his question autonomously, “I guess it’s getting pretty serious. Am I wrong?”

After a brief moment of silence, Taehyung nodded. “It’s getting pretty serious—” He tapped his temple. “—in here though. I don’t know how she’s feeling.”

“Man, shut up. She totally likes you back. Ain’t you seeing what I’m seeing, in fact, what everyone is seeing?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes when Jimin gasped and, chuckling, he said, “You know what I mean—”

“No, I don’t.” Jimin threw up his hand. “The issue here is that you need to man up and ask her out.” 

Taehyung exhaled as if the words were a bullet going through a balloon and making it explode.

“You have something in mind, right?” Jimin pressed further. 

With his lips sealed and eyes masking perplexity within him, Taehyung nodded. 

He wasn’t scared, well maybe a little bit. 

He’d placed Daphne on such a high pedestal and felt obliged to be the best for her. He knew what Jimin’s words meant. He was aware of how his relationship with Daphne appeared to anyone’s eyes but he didn’t care about the others. What mattered to him was what she felt.

Not everything is as it seems. 

Jungkook and Avyanna were a walking example of that.

—Now playing: Telepatia by Kali Uchis ✫

“It was nice, really,” she began, losing an arm from her chest to reach for the vape Cleo offered her. 

“How nice? Just ‘nice’ isn’t going to do it for me. You know it.” Cleo rolled her eyes, reclaiming the vape and blowing raspberries when Daphne cringed at its flavour.

“I’ll always prefer actual cigarettes over vapes. Ew,” she commented, wrapping her arms before her chest again.

“Yeah, about that… I didn’t know you smoked.” Cleo blew the smoke, sniffing as the cold made her nose tingle.

“I don’t smoke often—”

“Yeah, only if Taehyung’s offering— oh, and only if he’s taken a few drags himself first—”

“Oh, my God! It’s not like that.” Cleo scrunched her nose, not believing it and swiftly returned to the previous topic. 

“So, what happened today? I’m not getting distracted.”

As she dropped the question, the big doors behind them screeched open. Instinctively, they turned around, half-expecting it to be their friends.

It wasn’t.

Their expressions remained neutral—cool, unfazed—but when the person greeted Daphne, their jaws hit the floor.

“Bro!” Daphne yelled in whispering tones, whipping around so fast she nearly lost her balance.

“For real!” Cleo replied in the same tone. “After the texts and your constant rejection, he’s confident enough to greet you—”

“Oh, my God. First, I would never bombard a dude so much with texts. And, second, if he rejected me so many times, the last thing I’d do when I see him in public is greet him. Actually, I’d go out of my way to avoid him—” 

“For real!” Cleo shook her head. “Man, this was so embarrassing. I’m sorry.” 

They laughed together, slowly turning around to look at the culprit as he walked away. 

Even after the text Taehyung had sent him, he wouldn’t stop. A part of Daphne wanted Taehyung to be right there next to her as it happened. She would’ve loved to see his reaction and feel her heart kick its feet in delight, but he came right after.

—Now playing: Who Am I Without You by Celine Wanyi ✫

The few passengers on the bus were mostly regulars, people following a routine. They were probably coming back from work and sat tiredly in a corner, watching how the familiar environment moved past them in a blur.

The evenings always followed a predictable cycle. 

At each stop, the passengers could almost guess who’d be getting on and were ready to see the familiar face, basking in the odd sense of community and friendship they’d been living in for years if not since birth.

They also knew that whenever they boarded the bus they’d meet the same group of students returning from school. This time around it was cooped up in the back of the bus, but their loud voices made them seem everywhere.

Given the short distance before home, Jimin remained on his feet, holding onto a pole, just as Nick and James, although the first one sat next to Cleo closer to the doors. The four chatted with Jungkook and Asher, leaving Daphne and Taehyung in their usual seats.

Being used to it already, Cleo, Jimin, and Jungkook paid them no mind, fully investing in the conversation. On the other hand, Nick, James, and Asher couldn’t help but glance in their direction from time to time. 

Being too distracted by Cleo, Nick was the first to lose interest. James soon joined, acknowledging that he’d missed a few episodes while Asher couldn’t stop glimpsing at them. 

He wasn’t one for gossip. He preferred keeping to himself, staying out of teenage drama. However, his brows couldn’t help but maintain a strict distance from his eyes out of surprise. Numerous questions sat at the forefront of his mind.

Daphne had purposely cut the boys out of the picture because she was satisfied with Cleo’s teasing, so it was natural that her interaction with Taehyung threw them off and raised their brows.

Saying that she and Taehyung were in their own world was an extreme understatement. 

Given the noise from the chattering and the vehicle’s engine, they couldn’t hear much of their conversation but could see them lightheartedly bickering, one of their favourite ways of interacting.

The distance would constantly shrink as Taehyung leaned over to check whatever was in Daphne’s lap. From her friends’ position, they assumed it was her phone, but truly it was her journal, which had returned to the centre of attention once again.

“Can I read it? Like even just a page?” He kept begging her, looking between the object and its owner.

As Daphne looked at him, pondering, she wondered why she even pulled the book out and how impressed it had remained in his head for him to recognise it so quickly. 

The content of that considerably sacred book was something someone like Taehyung must not discover, yet Daphne thought about what he could read and could not.

Only the latest pages orbited around him, so she simply had to think about what she wrote before she discovered his existence.

Swiping through the pages, she picked one about her first days after moving. It was a nice choice and, happy to comply, but also to put his curiosity to rest, she moved the book towards him, keeping a tight grip on the corners in an attempt to control the situation.

“No funny business, alright?” She warned him.

Like a child finally receiving his favourite snack, his eyes focused on the journal as a smile rose on his face, happy she’d accepted. 

What could that mean? There was only one answer in his head, but he refused to entertain it too much because he didn’t want to make his delusions escalate.

Finally, since they’d boarded the bus, there was silence between them as Taehyung’s eyes scanned each line, reading and processing every word in his brain. A part of Daphne felt a bit trusting of him and slowly, her grip loosened although it never left the journal.

An indescribable feeling of shyness overwhelmed her, and suddenly, she couldn’t keep still, crossing a leg over the other only to switch within seconds.

“Who’s Margot?” he asked, tearing his eyes off the page.

Easy question. 

Not too intrusive. 

It’s not about him. 

It’s not about her feelings.

So it was fine. 

“My former best friend,” she replied without hesitation. “Haven’t talked to her in ages and don’t feel like I will ever do. The distance made what I supposed was our friendship fade away like dust to the wind.”

Taehyung’s brows bounced up at the comparison Daphne had made. 

It was the last thing he ever thought would happen to her. He reprimanded himself the following moment, remembering that sadly not everyone placed Daphne on a throne as he did, so she was open to the risk of being treated in undeserving ways.

“Wow, nice.” Those were the only words he could muster. Sarcasm was thick in his voice.

He didn’t know if the topic was sensitive for her. Her tone wasn’t cold but had dismissive hints he didn’t want to analyse too much. But he could tell she was bitterly ironic about the situation, confusing him.

He wasn’t sure if the topic truly bothered her or if she had long since moved on.

Either way, he let it go.

Nodding his head, he returned to the page. Unbothered, Daphne, since she’d grown to overlook the issue, returned to watching him read her journal, enjoying the little distance, his scent, and every bit of his essence. 

She wanted to lean her head on his shoulder, place her hand above his and caress it as he read, but life just wouldn’t treat her right and she had to be patient.

“Nice. Real nice,” he agreed, nodding but keeping the journal in his hands. “Do you write poems?”

Her alarms were about to go off when he refused to return the journal, but the harmless question snoozed them. “Yeah. Sometimes—”

“Ooh, are there here?” Without waiting for a reply, he started swiping through the journal, skyrocketing Daphne’s blood pressure.

“Taehyung! Oh, my God. What are you doing?”

Chuckling, he asked, “What?”. His grin spoke volumes. “I’m just looking for the poems. I’m a true lover of poems—not a writer, but surely an avid reader—”

“Give me the journal so I’ll look for it. They are scattered throughout the pages.” Yes, she was frustrated, but his stupidly pretty grin drove her crazy and she wanted to roll down the seat and underneath the ones in front of her.

Taehyung feigned proceeding with his naughty activity, laughing when he saw her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. 

“What’s funny? For real.” His laughter only deepened. 

The warmth in his voice immediately reminded her of the story she’d watched in the past as she stalked his account from her alt. 

Her heart warmed up because she was the reason for his joy now.

“I don’t know. You’re acting so frugal with it—”

“Well, duh!” She reclaimed it, refusing to meet his eyes. “It’s my fucking diary. What do you expect?” 

She laughed, keeping her eyes on the journal not specifically because she was looking for a poem, but rather because she knew one more look at his ethereal face and she’d faint on the spot—her blood pressure didn’t calm down after she gained control over her property.

“I don’t know. Let me take a random guess,” he began, leaning so close that Daphne feared he could see her pulse from her neck.

Voice dipping lower. “Did you write anything about me?”

High blood pressure? gone. Nervousness? eloped with its bags. Shyness? It had relocated ages ago, Daphne didn’t even notice when. Her heart stopped beating for a split second and she felt like she was in apnea for a moment. Then she recollected herself. 

“Why would you think that?” she prayed her voice didn’t sound shaky.

He shrugged, his smile ever-present and satisfaction boiling in his blood, especially when he caught warm hints on her cheeks. Don’t entertain it, don’t entertain it, don’t entertain it, he told himself, joining in the struggle for freedom from the tempting hug of his heart.

What better way is there to diffuse the heat bubbling in his heart? Teasing her to shift the feeling and cope with it better.

His smirk deepened.

No, he knew something.

Or at the very least, he suspected it.

And he was enjoying this far too much.

“Are you blushing?” he teased.

Oh, now Daphne really wanted to roll off the seat and reach the front of the bus by sliding underneath all the others. 

She didn’t reply, mind void of any appropriate answer. What could she have said anyway? Yes? And look at the smirk on his face. No? And look at the smirk on his face at the evident lie. 

The bus was still in motion. Their friends were still immersed in their chatter. The other passengers kept to themselves, working on their phones, falling asleep or gazing out the window. The driver was oblivious to what happened in the back of the bus and focused on driving.

No one was witnessing her absolute destruction at the hands of Kim Taehyung.

Distracted and waiting for a reply, Taehyung almost didn’t notice Daphne shoving the journal back into her bag—her last-ditch effort to regain control. 

He watched her moves. 

Her legs were still crossed. Her hands worked to zip up her bag. 

Her signature scent clouded his mind and filled his lungs, replacing the evidence of his smoking habits in his lungs. 

Her hair fell from her head and curled at the end, draping down her back and chest and shifting at the most subtle movement. 

His hand twitched and ached for contact. Wrapping a strand around his fingers and feeling the soft pattern was really tempting.

Desperate for anything, he opted for a different approach.

“You look cute when you blush.” 

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Oh, just High Blood Pressure, Nervousness, and Shyness—moving back in like they owned the place.

The girl didn’t know how to react. The only fact was that if before she was somehow grasping her emotions and taking control, now she didn’t know how long it’d take before her brain would stop screaming ‘Mayday! Mayday!’

Beside her and underneath the mischief and nonchalance, Taehyung’s brain and heart were on high alert, analysing all her reactions and trying to deduct a meaning from them. When the confusion still didn’t settle and the impatience grew, he asked her a question.

“So,” Taehyung continued, tilting his head to look better at her. “Did you write anything about me in there?” 

What is up with this dude?! Daphne didn’t know whether to cry, accept her faith, or disappear into the darkness, flying out the window. 

So her heart came to her rescue—or did it really? 

Evicting High Blood Pressure, Nervousness, and Shyness and carrying out a coup to gain control of her system, Daphne found herself basking in the silence and smiling in response to his question.

Exclaiming and munching on popcorn, Taehyung’s heart and brain, sat comfortably on their seats to watch everything unfold, giggling at her reaction.

The teenagers remained silent, smiling and looking forward, refusing to meet each other’s eyes for the moment. 

His delusions were running wild while hers felt overshadowed. What would they do if they were suddenly transferred into the real world, losing their leading role in Daphne’s bedtime fantasies?

Enjoying the storm of butterflies in his guts, Taehyung dropped another question, turning around to see that her cheeks were still warm-shaded and her eyes glued to the front of the bus—out of focus because her mind was elsewhere.

“So…” He began. “If you did write about me, what did you write?” 

Stop with all these questions,  her brain screamed while her heart giggled with the butterflies in her stomach, hushing down the buzz when Taehyung asked a question yet again.

“Do you find me a good tutor?”

Taehyung knew what he was doing. 

Concentrating the focus on Daphne was the perfect way to distract her from the catastrophe the butterflies in his stomach caused. His eyes moved from her hands, watching the movements and trying to catch any hint of her feelings, to her face, an odd mix of blank expressions and a subtle smile, with a base layer of warm hues.

As if waking up from the dead, Daphne’s brain cried in relief at his question, pushing her heart aside, ready to have Daphne agree to his question right before he asked her another one.

“Or do you find me attractive?” Daphne shrieked in surprise and asked him to shut up. 

“You’re not denying it,” he mused.

She groaned. “You’re bombarding me with questions. Sorry, if I need a bit more than a split second to process the words, work out an answer, and actually voice it out.” 

He laughed and finally, her eyes returned to his, making his heart sink into a world of roses, pink clouds, and glimmers—an angelic voice would sing ‘La la la’ in the background.

Once he’d come down from the laughter, he resumed his activity. 

“I find you attractive.” 

She blinked to check if she’d lost it, become Peter Fortune and her daydreams stopped being dreams. 

“You’re very—” he dragged the word, “—pretty. And cute, obviously.”

His smile would make anyone think he still tried to keep Daphne in the spotlight, but truly he enjoyed the feeling of opening up and taking the first step in the many confessions and declarations he had in store for her.

“Nothing new, nothing new, nothing new, Daphne. This is not the first time someone’s telling you you’re very pretty. Focus!” Her brain kept screaming at her, but her heart had overpowered her system, making her deaf to rationality, swept off her feet by the beauty of her feelings.

“He called me pretty,” she repeated in her mind, an official declaration of her brain’s defeat. 

Complete short-circuit. Mayday! Mayday!

Yes, it wasn’t the first time. This wasn’t a groundbreaking compliment, but one look at the speaker and suddenly words that usually weighed as any other became heavier as if they’d moved to Jupiter. It hit different.

Her chuckle was soft, her smile tender, and her voice delicate as she thanked him. Knowing her, her eyes now refused to look up at his, scared to see something that would excite her so much that she’d be willing to give up her public image. 

They were soft-hued but strong enough to make her combust.

“I made you flustered, didn’t I? You’re being a bit silent—”

“And you should be too,” she softly replied, placing a hand on his arm as if it would physically calm him down. 

In the mood for a little revenge, Daphne followed her heart’s command and leaned her head against his shoulder, hand still in place on his arm. 

Taehyung’s heart and brain screamed in unison, jumping off their seats and running around to find a solution. 

Eventually, he agreed to keep quiet for a bit and leaned his head against hers.

Jimin saw them right before he got off and mentally cussed out Avyanna for always being absent in the juiciest moments.

“Avyanna always misses the best moments. Damn it.”

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[jung-koook]

taehyung dancing to “what’s your fantasy” for @taee ♡

bonus:

[kithtaehyung]

alright so hear me out

[snowithv]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫‎, مع الحب

ฤดูหนาวข้างหน้า ／ deite-se comigo diante da lareira, ficaremos a salvo das tempestades, lá em cima. ✿

tem um inverno chegando se for frio e úmido, ficaremos sempre aquecidos aqui, lado a lado [ .. ] ♥︎ الشتاء قدما

se você olhar nos meus olhos, poderá encontrar a verdade do meu coração, perceberá onde pode encontrar o paraíso.

se ─── você olhar nos meus olhos, poderá encontrar a lua e as estrelas, bem, admito que seria encantador ❀ حب

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𖬺͟⠀ น่ารัก 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 ♥︎

( 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 ) 눈 ✿ 𝗍𝗁��

𝗂𝗇 ─── 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟧 ♡หิมะ

𝖽'𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗇𝖾 바람❀ : 𝟥𝟢’𝟫𝟧 𝐕