#Taegi Au

[vminhoes]

My taegi fics:

And they were roommates!

Yoongi is a tired businessman stressing over his subordinates and Taehyung is a tired college student stressing over Yoongi’s ass. Specifically, how bad he wants it.

(Explicit ✧ roommates au ✧ student taehyung, businessman yoongi ✧ roommates with benefits ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Spoils of War

After the Kim pack nearly wipes out the human kingdom, Prince Yoongi is captured and brought back to Prince Taehyung as a gift.

Taehyung just wants to be left alone, and Yoongi just wants to go home. Of course they hate each other, but Taehyung will not hesitate rip anyone who touches Yoongi to shreds

(Explicit ✧ royal/hybrid au ✧ human yoongi ✧ hybrid/alpha taehyung ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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You scratch my back, I'll blow out yours

Yoongi is the newest up and coming musician hot on the scene. At just 23, he’s an ingenious producer, phenomenal rapper, captivating performer, and overall he’s one badass motherfucker who doesn’t take shit from anyone.

That being said, he may or may not need to sleep with his record label’s son Taehyung, who’s been pining after Yoongi for months, if he wants a chance at making it big.

(Explicit ✧ coffee shop au ✧ frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi ✧ blackmail ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Flower boy

Yoongi had seen far too much and done even worse to be affected by anything else life had to offer. That is, until the handsome owner of the flower shop down the street gives him a few daisies and a new outlook on life.

(Explicit ✧ mafia au ✧ drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung ✧ mutual pining ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Why don't you say "I love you" back?

A little drabble based off of Yoongi’s vlive where Taehyung says “I love you” and refuses to leave until Yoongi says it back

(rated: G ✧ canon compliant ✧ yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word" ✧ fluff

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So cute

Yoongi just wants to bang but Taehyung can’t be serious for two fucking minutes

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ boyfriends!taegi ✧ smut, fluff)

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There was only one bed

In an act of pure desperation, Yoongi grabs the nearest stranger and proclaims him to be his new boyfriend in an effort to prove his ex that he’s moved on. He realizes too late that said stranger turns out to be an ingenious marine biology major who surfs and looks to be sculpted by the gods.

Luckily for Yoongi, said stranger also happens to love romance novels, and his favorite tropes include “fake dating” and “there was only one bed.”

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ fake dating ✧ only one bed trop ✧ smut, fluff, pinch of angst)

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The best part of me was always you

Yoongi was thriving. He’d moved across the world, gotten his degree, his dream job, and a fantastic boyfriend. Visiting home was going to be a piece of cake now that he had so much to show for.

That is, until he unexpectedly sees Taehyung for the first time in years at an engagement party.

(Explicit ✧ modern setting au ✧ exes taegi ✧ exes to lovers ✧ hurt/comfort ✧ smut, heavy angst, fluff)

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I'll be gentle

Yoongi says that the only thing more shameful than being a virgin at 25 would be to let his best friend's obnoxious little brother be his first time, so Taehyung thinks of a solution to ease his childhood crush of that insecurity.

(Explicit ✧ college/university au ✧ unrequited crush ✧ loss of virginity ✧ smut and fluff)

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Broken Hearts Club

What happens when piano teacher Yoongi and race car driver Taehyung are both hot, heartbroken, and desperate for a distraction?

That's a genuine question, because it doesn't seem like anyone knows including them, but here goes nothing.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ heartbroken taegi ✧ friends with benefits ✧ strangers to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Hold me close, I'll keep you warm

Trapped in an old shack with a blizzard storming outside, it looks like the only thing left for Yoongi and Taehyung to do is hold each other to stay warm—no matter how badly they hate each other.

...Unless?

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ cat hybrid yoongi, wolf hybrid taehyung ✧ alpha taehyung, omega yoongi ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Stop copying me!

After getting off on the wrong foot at Coachella, beloved influencers Yoongi and Taehyung declare an immediate rivalry, and each devise their own plan to enact revenge on the other.

The only problem is that they create the same plan, and it inadvertently results in everyone assuming they’re dating.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ gamer/streamer yoongi, model taehyung ✧ stubborn/petty taegi ✧ enemies to friends with benefits to lovers ✧ crack, smut, fluff)

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Dinner and a show

Yoongi doesn't expect the hot guy he's been crushing on to be the who he's delivering food to, and Taehyung doesn't expect the pretty omega who doesn't know his name to come to his door in heat

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ omega yoongi, alpha taehyung ✧ college students taegi ✧ heat sex ✧ smut, fluff)

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Barbie Dreams

Young, gorgeous, and filthy rich tycoon Kim Taehyung is tired of the models and celebrities around him at his disposal, and seeks out something new to satiate his desires.

Enter Min Yoongi: the highest paid prostitute at the Dreamhouse—an entirely pink, Barbie themed brothel.

(Explicit ✧ taegi sugar daddy au ✧ sugar baby yoongi, sugar daddy taehyung ✧ slow-ish burn ✧ acceptance of feelings ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Printer jam

Someone in the office has been clogging the communal printer with useless documents, and Yoongi fully intends to find and confront the mystery printer fiend for his crimes of killing so many trees.

Things don’t exactly go according to plan when Yoongi ends up bent over his desk by said mystery printer fiend instead.

(Explicit ✧ taegi office au ✧ accountant yoongi, intern taehyung ✧ office crush ✧ pining ✧ desk sex ✧ smut, fluff)

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Why don't you love me?

Taehyung is an unconventional alpha who defies all societal norms and rejects the idea of outdated, traditional alpha/omega relationships.

To maintain their friendship, Yoongi tells Teahyung that he feels the same. Only, he's an omega, and he's been in love with Taehyung since the they first met

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse ✧ university au ✧ unrequited love ✧ alpha taehyung, omega yoongi ✧ mating bites ✧ love confessions ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Fly me to the moon

At the end of their last vacation before going long distance, Yoongi allows Taehyung to vlog their final night together.

And Taehyung plans to vlog every part of the night

(Explicit ✧ established relationship ✧ long distance boyfriends ✧ hotel sex ✧ sex tapes ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Beautiful nightmare

Yoongi gets caught in a blizzard, and a big, ferocious creature saves him from death's hands.

Never in his wildest dreams would Yoongi have expected the creature to be a werewolf named Taehyung, nor would he have imagined the werewolf to be so determined to be stay by his side...and that his human form would be so handsome.

(Explicit ✧ fantasy au ✧ werewolf Taehyung, human Yoongi ✧ slow burn ✧ love confessions ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Here comes Santa Claus

When Yoongi comes home from a holiday party, the last thing he expects is to find his husband in their living room wearing a Santa Claus costume.

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“Come on Yoongi, play with me.” Taehyung pouted, finally breaking character. “I got the costume and everything.”

“How on earth am I supposed to take you seriously like this?” Yoongi inquired. “What are we even roleplaying as? Santa Claus coming down a grown man’s chimney and asking me to sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas?”

“Precisely!” Taehyung smiled up in excitement. “It’s innovative, right?”

(Explicit ✧ married taegi ✧ Christmas au ✧ Santa Claus roleplay ✧ dom/sub undertones ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Shameless

At 31, Yoongi's life consists of 3 things: a job he hates, little sleep, and lame sex from a boring fuck buddy. He figures that's all he'll ever have, until a new supervisor named Taehyung gets hired onto his team, with a mysterious side job and an immediate interest in Yoongi.

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“Get on your knees, since apparently it’s a position you’re familiar with.” The sinister smirk curving at his lips caused Yoongi to gulp nervously as Taehyung’s silky voice dropped an octave lower. “And if you’re not yet, you'll get used to it."

(Explicit ✧ office au ✧ bdsm ✧ professional dom Taehyung ✧ submissive Yoongi ✧ coworkers to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

[jemshopes]

Model My Clothes || Taegi

--Taegi touch starvation AU

After his last breakup almost two years prior, Yoongi moved to a quieter part of the city and his brother got him a job working at his construction company until Yoongi could find himself something more permanent. 

Yoongi now lives closer to the artists and the musicians of the city, the independent and peaceful coffee shops and bookshops and the places that sell handmade souvenirs and clothes. In his spare time he writes his own songs and performs in dimly lit corners of bars. He doesn’t particularly have big dreams of promoting his music or becoming famous from it. He just enjoys playing it and disappearing once his performances are over. He's content with his life, but often he finds himself craving intimacy late at night. With his last partner he had often fallen asleep in her arms. Even now it’s been two years and he doesn’t miss her anymore, he craves the intimacy of having someone. And yet he hasn’t quite been able to bring himself to start dating again. And he’s never been that into one night stands.

The routine he’s fallen into gets disrupted one day when he’s on his lunch break and has gone to get himself a coffee from his favourite shop. He's sitting at the counter, waiting for his drink, when a man sits beside him. Probably the most beautiful man yoongi has ever seen. 

He smiles at yoongi softly. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Yoongi says faintly, feeling his whole body grow warm. 

The man’s smile becomes a self-conscious grin as he twists to face Yoongi. “Okay, so this is probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you’ve ever considered modelling clothes?” 

“I—“ to say Yoongi is taken aback would be an understatement. He's covered in brick dust and other grime and his hard hat is lying at his elbow. “I-I can’t say I have.” 

“Would you be interested in trying it out? For money. I will pay you.”

Yoongi bites back a bemused smile. “Is this the part where you invite me to your apartment and actually you’re trying to take pictures of me naked?” 

The man laughs, a deep, warm sound. Then purses his lips. “It's not like that. It would be at my studio. I realise that sounds really dodgy, but I swear it’s not. I design my own clothes and I'm looking for people to model them. All you’d have to do is let me take some pictures of you wearing them. I can show some I've already done, if you like?”

“Sure. Why not?" Yoongi says. 

The man pulls out his phone and after a few taps shows the screen to Yoongi. 

Yoongi has to lean in close to see, but finds himself a little in awe. “You made these? they’re amazing.” 

“I embroider the patterns by hand,” the man says quietly.

“Why don’t you model them yourself?” Yoongi asks. Maybe he’s flirting. Maybe it makes him smile when the man’s cheeks turn pink. 

“I have in the past, but I find it embarrassing using those photographs to promote my stuff. I don't like looking at myself.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Yoongi says. 

“I'm also working on a project at the moment where I paint people wearing my clothes,” the man says carefully. “So it’s a little hard to model and paint myself at the same time.” 

“Painting as in a portrait kind of thing?”

“Something like that, yeah. I'd pay by the hour if you’re interested in that too.” 

“You’re serious?'' Yoongi asks incredulously. “You really want me to model clothes? You saw a dusty construction worker and were like yeah that's the guy for me?” 

“Well… if I'm totally honest I've thought you were the guy for me since I saw you performing here a few weeks ago,” the man says. 

It's Yoongi's turn to go pink. “So you're stalking me?” 

“No, I've been coming here for years. They hang my art up sometimes. Today I just saw an opportunity and took it.”

Yoongi tells himself he should say no. After all he’s never modelled and he’s bound to make a fool out of himself. but… “Well, maybe this is a day for taking opportunities then.” 

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeah, why not? I'm Yoongi.” 

“Taehyung.” 

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And that is how Yoongi and Taehyung meet. Yoongi doesn’t really expect it to go any further than flirting, doing a little modelling and then parting ways. Taehyung can’t pay him much, but he doesn’t mind. 

He's self-conscious when he walks into Taehyung's studio, but it’s a nice kind of nerves that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. And everything is going well until Taehyung approaches him where he’s posing and takes hold of his waist to adjust his position slightly. It sends a jolt through Yoongi, a breathy sigh of satisfaction he hadn’t known was in him. It feels as though his whole body might go limp. It's euphoric. 

“Sorry,” he manages to mumble. “Cold hands.” 

Taehyung smiles. “I'll warm them up next time.” 

There isn’t a next time. At least not while Yoongi is being photographed or painted.

Taehyung pays him on the final day and as he walks Yoongi to the door he says, “This is all going to be displayed at a local gallery next week. Would you like to come with me and see?” 

“I don't know. I don't really like looking at myself.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Sure,” Yoongi laughs softly. “I'll come. Why not? 

“It's a date.” 

“Yeah. A date.” He likes the sound of that too much.

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The date is the first of several and yoongi finds himself surprised and a little frustrated that Taehyung is taking so long to kiss him. By so long, Yoongi means, it’s been two dates and he’s never found himself craving something so much in his life. The gallery opening was a wonderful night, full of flirting. Maybe Yoongi had had an internal freakout when Taehyung had put a hand on the small of his back, and maybe he had pretended to get a text from a friend so he could excuse himself early, but… but… okay, it’s Yoongi’s fault Taehyung hasn’t had a chance to kiss him yet. Maybe Yoongi isn’t ready for another relationship yet. Emotionally he’s still a bit of a mess.

He tells Taehyung that on their fourth date, sitting on a low stone wall on the pier, the sound of waves lapping at the shore is a calming noise in the background.

“My last relationship was two years ago. I literally moved across the city to get away from everything when we broke up. I thought I was in love, but then we started fighting and it never seemed to end. I haven't dated anyone since then, and I don't have feelings for her anymore, but I think I'm a bit of a mess from everything. I don't know how ready I am for a relationship.” 

“I understand,” Taehyung says. “If you're not ready then that’s okay. We don’t have to carry on seeing each other.” 

“No, I want to carry on seeing you,” Yoongi says hastily. “I kind of…” he grins awkwardly, embarrassed, “I feel better just having said all that. I just didn’t want you to think I was putting off kissing you because I didn't like you. It’s just a big step because if I’m going to date you I'd like there to be the possibility of us becoming serious. I don't really do casual relationships.”

“I really like you,” Taehyung says, big brown eyes sincere. “There’s a possibility.” 

Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, looking down at his hands shyly. “Okay. Good.”

“I didn't think you were avoiding kissing me,” Taehyung says after a moment. “I haven't been with anyone in five years, so it makes me nervous… trying again. My best friend has been travelling the world for a year and a half, so I haven't had much physical contact of any kind for awhile. So now even touching your hand feels… like…”

Yoongi relaxes, eyes prickling. His head clouds when he touches Taehyung’s fingers lightly. Everything is blissful and a little too overwhelming, like he might melt. 

“I haven't been touched a whole lot either, in any way, since I moved. Most of my friends are still back there and we haven’t visited each other much and I haven't had any hookups or anything.” 

“I did think you might be,” Taehyung says thoughtfully. “You've seemed really sensitive to touch. Do you miss it?” 

“All the time,” Yoongi breathes. “Maybe, um, maybe you’d want to come back to my place tonight? Maybe not to have sex, maybe just to watch a film or something.”

Taehyung smiles. “Would you be okay with me kissing you sometime during the film?”

“Depends how good the film is.” 

“Can I pick the film?”

“Are you going to pick something bad on purpose so I'll be okay with you kissing me?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Okay then. Yeah. You can pick.”

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Their first kiss is soft and sweet and Yoongi enjoys it very much, but if he’s honest he thinks they both enjoy being curled close on his couch more than anything else, hardly aware of the world around them.

Ngl if I turned this into a full length au the pining would last a lot longer and we'd see scenes of both of them crying to themselves about how much they need hugs.

[xxgloss93]

oh, pretty boys with long hair and the sadness in their eyes of an orphaned victorian era painter/pianist.

[lillypup-bts]

A sketch of a Daecwhita inspired AU I have with a friend <3

Taehyung is King Yoongi's personal attendant, but also a rebel in disguise working to win the King's trust. Enters Yongsun, Yoongi's twin, who was dishonored at 14 and wants revenge against his brother. Taehyung is smitten with both of them, so chaos ensues

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✨HANDS✨ 😵‍💫😩😳

Look at those honey coloured hands 😵🧎‍♀️

[kittywritesfics]

🌾 a homecoming, a rebirth

with nowhere else to go, single, pupped omega thg finds a home on alpha ygi’s farmland

🏷️ a/b/o, angst, strangers to lovers, social ostracism, mpreg, slow burn, competence kink, explicit sexual content, tender pregnancy sex, 9k

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[psych0catt]

hi :) how're you doing? I hope you're well!

all my writing is on ao3 under the name psychoreads. I have 6 bts books on there!

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in which yoongi loses his shoes when running the 200 metres on sports day, and an unexpected someone assists him when he falls.

this is a slight twist on the tumblr prompt; "a character's footwear falls of when they are trying to run away" (sorry, i don't know who posted this prompt).

approximately 20,350 words.

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the sun was beaming harsher than it ever had before. the usually green grass was looking more of a yellowish green. it blew in the slight breeze, which yoongi would be thankful for if it ever sped up. the racket outside could be heard from where he stood by the door to the main school building, where he held his bottle under an outside tap to fill it up. the noise came from a combination of overly proud parents and teachers shouting people directions.

it was sports day. it was the day yoongi hated with a passion, but he was forced to cooperate. switching off the tap, he screwed on the lid to his water bottle and took a long drink from it, momentarily relieving him from the stupidly hot weather. suddenly, the door burst open from behind him and a group of cheering boys erupted from it.

yoongi watched as they passed, standing awkwardly in the shade as he prolonged having to head over. the group of boys were the populars, always loud and always not giving a shit about it. </p>

yoongi pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched them all come out like a pack of wolves or something. yoongi hated them. he hated them all, except one.

the very last to exit the building was that very person; kim taehyung. taehyung's face was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, with his features soft yet sharp and his hair always styled to perfection. he used just the right amount of gel every time, just enough so that it would stay in place but you couldn't tell he had any in unless you knew your way around hair gel.

taehyung shot him a small smirk and held confident eye contact with yoongi as he ran his fingers through his hair, all while walking down the stone ramp that led up to the door. yoongi practically melted inside, his stomach swarming with butterflies and his heart thumping hard. yoongi watched taehyung walk away; he watched the way his shorts hugged the crease of his ass whenever he took a step forward. he watched the way his hair bounced as he jogged up to catch up with one of his friends.

fanning his tshirt, yoongi made his way over to the field. while he hated sports day, it would be embarrassing to be late to it.

as soon as be stepped out of the shade, he was reminded of how hot it was out. walking along the gravel, he sighed in frustration and scanned the field for taehyung. he'd looked around for taehyung so often that he'd become a professional at spotting him in a crowd. almost immediately he saw him, doing some kind of a hand shake with jimin, who had always seemed to be his best friend, but that was just yoongi's best guess. in all honesty, he'd never even spoken a word to taehyung, except "excuse me" when he was stood in front of his locker.

yoongi had always really wanted to, but with their school hierarchy, he wouldn't dare approach his friend group to talk to him. he imagines he'd be cussed out by some of them, called slurs and the whole nine yards.

yoongi finally arrived to where he was supposed to wait for his race, which sadly was the 200 metre. his race was the fourth race, and thankfully not the last one either. with his water bottle, yoongi stood alone and watched as people lined up for the first race which was the 1000 metre race. yoongi continued to look around for taehyung, but he couldn't see him anywhere. he furrowed his eye brows. he knew taehyung only did sprints, so he wouldn't be lining up for this race, there was no chance of it.

slowly, he turned around to check behind him, and to his (dis)pleasure, taehyung was stood right behind him, just less than half a metre away since everyone packed into the shade. yoongi trailed his eyes up to his face, and taehyung looked back down at him. his expression didn't change when yoongi made eye contact, and yoongi immediately pulled his eyes away and turned back around.

as boring time passed, everyone eventually began sitting on the grass to save their legs, all except for the people who were running next. they were all the sporty type, and claimed it would be beneficial to stand before their race. yoongi hadn't a clue whether it was true or not, but the fact taehyung was standing up made him trust their words a little more.

picking at the grass by his legs, yoongi kept his head hung on his shoulders as he stared at the grass. his heart was going a million miles an hour, and it showed no sign of slowing down. he was absolutely shitting himself because his race was the next race, he was just waiting for the announcement. he could feel that if he stood up, his legs would be shaking and he might even trip over somebody in the crowd.

"now for the two hundred metre!" shouted his teacher mr kim through a megaphone. "that's park jimin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jeon jungkook, and jung hoseok!"

yoongi groaned quietly, pushing himself up off the ground and brushing off any grass on his behind. he trudged to the starting line, which just so happened to be all the way across the field, allowing the race to finish in front of the parents and the rest of the students.

yoongi readied himself in his spot, his heart beating way too fast. the rest of the runners, all from taehyung's friend group, looked more than confident. with their muscular builds and reputation for winning running awards, there was hardly any point in him running, but he knew he had to do it anyway. even though he didn't want to, he would try his best, as he didn't want to waste anyone's time and he knew if he was watching someone walk in a race, he would get major second hand embarrassment.

"on your marks, get set.." after those words were spoke, a piercing whistle was blown. after momentarily flinching at the noise, yoongi began to run, his feet going as fast as they could take him. he looked ahead of him, looking at hoseok and he copied his technique and improved his posture. he continued his pace, doing his best to just keep going.

to yoongi's surprise, he began catching up to hoseok who was the last one in the race. but just as success had almost hit him, yoongi felt his shoes become looser. he mentally panicked but he chose to keep running. he kept going and going, doing his best to both ignore the fact they were coming off, and trying to grip his toes so theyd stay on. but eventually, they both flung off his feet as he ran.

"fuck" he whispered to himself, but he kept going, he kept running and running. hoseok was way ahead of him now, as he'd had to slow his pace to try and save his shoes from being lost. he felt more than embarrassed, he felt utterly humiliated and he knew he'd have to go and pick them up when he had finished the race.

the finish line was ahead of him now, and he guessed that he had about ninety metres left to run. yoongi bolted for it, he ran as hard as he could for the finish line. everyone else had already finished, but people were still cheering for him, as if it really mattered.

feeling as though time had slowed, yoongi looked around at the parents and at his classmates. a feeling of loneliness overcame him; he had no friends here, and he had no family here. of course, his family loved him but they didn't bother coming to see him, even if they knew he would fail the race. yoongi's eyes moved to in front of him, and just a short distance from the finish line, his face hit the floor.

a chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd of students and adults, and then a finale of laughter from the students. yoongi pulled himself up off the floor, standing up and just standing there. he brought a hand to his chin, sweating and gasping for air as if he was a dog.

yoongi jogged off of the track, and waved his hands at the teachers to show them he was done. embarrassed and without shoes, yoongi headed for his locker. he was sweaty, he was bleeding and he felt like erupting in tears. he'd never felt so disgusting in his entire life.

feeling shameful, yoongi sped back the way he'd came. he let his eyes get watery and he let drops of blood roll down his hill, and stain his tshirt. sniffling, he mentally prepared himself to walk along the probably hot gravel.

suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

"ah, sorry. I thought you would've.. heard me" said the voice. turning around, yoongi was more than shocked to see taehyung breathless and holding his shoes. yoongi didn't speak and neither did taehyung; they both just stared at eachother for a while. yoongi looked back at everyone, and back to taehyung.

"it's your race now, right?" asked yoongi, his voice shaky and breathless. with a muddy hand from falling, yoongi wiped his eyes from tears. taehyung looked so attractive, even when he was sweating buckets.

with a smile, he replied, "yeah" he breathed out, and held his shoes out for yoongi to take. with a shaky hand, yoongi took them and continued to look up at taehyung. his hair was messy now, but his golden skin shone beautifully from the sweat. </p>

"there's gonna be the same race next week at a sports event anyway, and my run to grab your shoes then up here was all the exercise I could need today" he laughed, smiling that smile that yoongi had always admired from afar but never actually seen it up close. the way his face scrunched up when he did it was so charming to yoongi.

"wow" thought yoongi as he stared at the beauty that was kim taehyung.

"wow?" repeated taehyung in a questioning tone. he began walking towards the school, and gestured for yoongi to follow him. yoongi's cheeks had a red tint to them.

yoongi didn't speak, he didn't know what to say to him. they walked together until they reached the concrete, where yoongi quickly and awkwardly put his shoes on.

"I'm gonna take you to the bathroom and clean you up. I would take you to the medical room but they take ages to actually help you. I've got a first aid kit in my locker" stated taehyung. the pair of them started walking again, going towards the same door that taehyung had come out of earlier.

"oh, okay" yoongi replied, hiding how confused he was. the pair of them walked to taehyung's locker and picked up the first aid kit. yoongi kept his eyes trained on taehyung's hands, watching how they moved to input his locker code, how they held the locker door open. his finger nails were beautifully well kept, and his hands in general looked well kept. his skin looked softer than a babies bum. his hands were the most elegant yoongi had ever seen.

"right, got it. let's just go in there" smiled taehyung, grabbing yoongi's wrist and guiding him to the bathroom across the hall. yoongi stared at taehyung's hand around his wrist, his heart beating faster the more he held onto it.

taehyung put the first aid kit besides one of the sinks, opening it up and pulling out a few things packets as well as a couple plasters, one bigger than the other. yoongi stood beside taehyung, staring at all his stuff and trying not to look up at him. he did it anyway. even in bad lighting, he still looked stunning.

"sit up on the counter" directed taehyung. yoongi blushed slightly at the dominance in his voice. it was just an instruction, but yoongi couldn't help bit feel attracted by it.

"you have all this with you just every single day?" questioned yoongi, fiddling with his bracelet. he wasn't supposed to wear jewelry on sports day, no one was, but he always wore this bracelet, and he hadn't been told off for it before.

"yeah" answered taehyung with a shrug, opening up one of the pockets. "no one knew you'd trip over your own foot today, but now you're alright because I've got my kit"

yoongi laughed at taehyung's answer, holding his hand over his mouth as he did so. he had always been quite shy, and a little insecure about his smile especially with people like taehyung.

"your chin has been bleeding a lot, is it alright if I touch?" asked taehyung, his voice soft. his eyes went from his chin up to his eyes when he asked the question. gulping anxiously, yoongi nodded.

taehyunv brought a hand up to yoongi's chin, moving it around and trying to get a closer look at it.

"you must've hit it on a rock or something. you've got some dirt in it though" told taehyung, looking up to yoongi's eyes as he held his chin. with the other hand, he gently dabbed what looked like a wipe over the gash.

"ahh!" whined yoongi, closing his eyes and holding taehyung's arm from the pain. taehyung laughed a little, and yoongi did his best not to smile.

"it's just a little lemon wipe, yoongi" teased taehyung. yoongi didn't reply, but he opened his eyes again. he was amazed that he knew his name.

"what, you think I didn't know your name? how couldn't I know the name of the leader of the school book club" he replied, laughing at his own joke. yoongi scoffed at the mocking words, his face turning peachy.

"okay, mr I spend more time running than sleeping" retorted yoongi, making taehyung scoff this time. just to mock him some more, he mocked his scoff.

suddenly taehyung had a serious look on his face, and he gripped his face harshly. yoongi's eyes shot open in a panic, and his whole body tensed up.

"hey, stay still. this is like surgery" he finally said, laughing the last few words out. yoongi didn't move his mouth, he only rolled his eyes which made taehyung laugh even more.

"you look petrified. I'm not gonna bite you, unless you want me to" taunted taehyung, his mouth pulled into a smirk. yoongi's stomach twisted.

"why would I?" responded yoongi, his hands clasping onto the edge of the counter.

"ahh, I don't know. you seem to really like me treating your injuries. you might want more for me to treat, hm?" he teased. yoongi looked at taehyung with serious eyes. he was confused at what taehyung was saying, what he was doing, why he was doing it.

"why are you speaking to me this way?" asked yoongi, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. taehyung's face was overcome with worry and confusion.

"like what?" he replied, taking his and the wipe away from yoongi's face. the cut on his chin was clean and no longer bleeding, and all the blood on his neck had been cleaned up.

"you're being nice, but in a weird way" yoongi accused, wiping his left eye as a tear threatened to fall as he bared the sting of the lemon wipe.

"flirting?" whispered taehyung, to which yoongi fell still and silent. he was shocked. not only was he coming out to him, but he was flirting with him.

"I mean, I guess I am," taehyung said, answering his own question with a shrug, "I know I shouldn't, its... weird. but I always see you looking at me, looking around for me, blushing when I look at you.."

yoongi's eyes widened even more, his cheeks becoming red as he laughed at what taehyung had said.

"I don't do that" argued yoongi, his cheeks a raging pink, "wrong person"

taehyung laughed with him, stepping closer again. he picked up the bigger looking plaster and unwrapped it. with a finger, taehyung gently pushed yoongi's chin up. he gently applied the plaster and rubbed the edges of it to ensure that it was on properly.

"yeah sure, but it doesn't matter" taehyung replied, reaching for a new wipe and wiping off yoongi's muddy hands and muddy knees. yoongi was a blushing mess, trying his best not to show it.

the two of them sat in silence for a while, taehyung cleaning yoongi up and yoongi letting him. it was peaceful, but it still felt weird and slightly wrong. yoongi thought about taehyung's friends and how they'd react if they saw them doing this, if they say taehyung doing this. yoongi knew they were homophobic, he'd heard of incidents involving them, and the most recent one was only a week ago. he had no idea how they were still able to run the races after it all.

"if your friends knew.." mumbled yoongi.

taehyung looked up at him with soft eyes, and reached a hand up to yoongi's cheek. he wiped the tear that fell, and stood as close as he could to him.

"I know.. they're not great, but they're all my childhood friends and my family friends. I don't have a choice other than to like them, except jimin. he's a lot different, he's quite like you when he's not with the others" began taehyung, and yoongi raised a brow at that. "I know I don't really know you but, I know you a little bit. you like to read, you're shy, reserved, you only have a couple friends"

yoongi laughed. "a couple is plenty to me"

taehyung furrowed his brows. "a couple? what about the book club?"

yoongi smiled at him. "I don't really consider them friends, I just love talking about my books" explained yoongi, "and they don't really consider me a friend too"

taehyung looked sad at that news, and looked away for a second, but he quickly looked back. reaching both hands up, taehyung carefully clasped both sides of yoongi's black framed chunky glasses and placed them to one side. he winced at what he saw underneath the nose bit.

"oh yoongi, your poor nose" whispered taehyung. yoongi turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the gash in his nose. he sighed at the sight and turned back around to taehyung.

"I hope my glasses stay on my nose" he noted, making taehyung smile a little. he carefully applied the small circular plaster to yoongi's nose, and handed him back his glasses. yoongi was really blown away by taehyung's kindness, and by everything that had happened between them today. taehyung had been flirting with him, and had spent the past goodness knows how long cleaning up his wounds for him.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, yoongi" smiled taehyung, watching fondly as yoongi put his glasses back on. "you look cute" he added.

blushing, yoongi looked away but taehyung was quick to protest.

"nu uh uhh" he said. yoongi looked back to see him tapping his cheek expectedly. yoongi curled his toes in his shoes and let the feeling of butterflies in his tummy arise.

yoongi didn't move for a few seconds, just looking at taehyung and wondering what to do. he wanted to do it, but he'd never kissed anyone and he felt awkward kissing someone on the cheek. and this was kim taehyung, out of everybody. he was panicking, and he didn't know what to do, but he made up his mind after a while.

yoongi leaned forward on the bench, and put his hands over taehyung's cheeks, making him face him. and then, he stared at him, their faces not too far apart. yoongi's eyes traced over every part of taehyung's face until they rested on his lips.

taehyung smiled slightly at him, and placed his hands on yoongi's thighs, opening them and stepping closer. he waited for yoongi, to see if he would do anything.

"sorry.." whispered yoongi, letting out a breathy and awkward laugh. they held eye contact for a few seconds, before taehyung broke it. his dark brown eyes looked down to yoongi's parted lips, open just partially.

"don't apologise" he whispered in response. yoongi's eyes widened before he shut them firmly. his palms slightly sweaty, he held taehyung's cheeks as their lips gently connected. yoongi's whole face relaxed, his whole body relaxed at the feeling. he focused on nothing but his lips, relishing in how soft they were and how great it felt to do this. he almost felt as though he was in a trance. he couldn't think clearly, too focused on what was happening.

slowly, taehyung moved his lips, gently feeling yoongi's. the kiss was heavenly. it was all yoongi ever wanted. every other sensation felt dulled when he kissed him, his mind gone fuzzy. not thinking straight, yoongi let out a small whine. taehyung pulled away from the kiss, keeping their faces close.

"min yoongi... who'd have thought?" whispered taehyung, his tone curious and fond.

yoongi waited a few seconds for him to expand on what he'd said, but his crush for two years didn't. "thought.. what?" he asked, whispering just like taehyung.

taehyung smiled at him, holding eye contact.

"who'd have thought you'd be my first kiss"

[outrogi]

saving fics to read later in my drafts that I know will absolutely destroy me but i don’t have the emotional strength rn to be destroyed is my anthem

[storm-in-a-glass]

Hi, i wrote new Taegi AU and it would be awsome if you'd like to read it 👉👈

[vminhoes]

Beautiful nightmare

Yoongi gets caught in a blizzard, and a big, ferocious creature saves him from death's hands.

Never in his wildest dreams would Yoongi have expected the creature to be a werewolf named Taehyung, nor would he have imagined the werewolf to be so determined to be stay by his side...and that his human form would be so handsome.

[theharrowing]

White Lies

Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his partner Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest.

You need to have them, at all costs.

🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung

🤍 word count: work in progress (currently 10.5k words) + images of social media posts & text conversations

🤍 college au, partial social media au with a lot of written story, strangers to lovers & established relationship, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slash, poly, minor character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+.

🤍 warnings: 🕊 dead dove 🕊. toxic relationships (dishonesty, jealousy, yandere behavior); ACAB includes our MC, sorry you found out this way; corrupt policing. more specific warnings coming soon, pending the release of each chapter.

🤍 part 2 of the Rose-Tinted Obsessions series

🤍 this is a sequel to Boy Blue! i highly recommend that you start at the beginning to fully understand the the dynamic & history between Yoongi & Taehyung. there will be a lot of references to Boy Blue; this fic will spoil the shit out of it. this includes some major character deaths!!! this MC/reader character is not the same MC/reader character from Boy Blue.

🤍 note: all detective work and cop jargon in this fic is either made up on the spot or comes from years of watching/listening to true crime media. i have no credentials in this field and i do not claim to know what i am talking about. for the sake of simplicity & also my sanity, all dialogue that is written and spoken is going to be in English. characters are from Korea and living/working in the US, and we can fill in the gaps between what language they are speaking in which context. also, although i try to keep the mc's physical description vague, i will refer to her as having curves and having hair that can be gripped onto. length and texture will be left vague. places mentioned are completely made up. i may be using actual city and neighborhood names to make it feel real, but every school, bar, etc. is fake and any similarities they have to real places is coincidence.

🤍 also note: this fic is going to be extremely contrived and dramatic, just like its predecessor was. we are not here for award winning story telling; think of it like a trashy daytime soap opera and a gore porn horror film had a baby. obviously, i do not condone the behaviors in this story; it is a work of fiction.

🤍 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 check out the playlist!

🤍 posted nov. 2023 - present | read on ao3

INDEX

0: Introductions | 0 words + screencaps

1: Do not, under any circumstances, become emotionally attached to either of these men | 2.9k words + screencaps

— TaeGi POV 1: What the fuck is this??? | 0 words + screencaps

2: Sleep sweet, pretty | 7.4k words + screencaps

UPDATES ARE CURRENTLY PAUSED!!!

i have been struggling with mental health stuff, grief stuff, and writer's block, and so i am going to lessen how many fics i juggle at once. hopefully it won't be on hiatus for too long. 💜

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White Lies copyright 2021-2023 theharrowing, all rights reserved. No translations or reposts are allowed!

[syuga-s]

something good can work

(a.k.a who do you blame part two)

w.c. 8.2k pairing. Yoongi x fem!reader, Taehyung x fem!reader genre. same ol' angst sorry, nothing smutty just big emotions a/n. YAY THE 2ND PART IS OUTTTTT!! i didn't think i'd take this long i don't even have an excuse,, very poorly proofread, i'll get to that sometime later i just wanted to get this out lmao a very special tag for @amyz78 ♡

Gemma chimed in, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she surveyed Taehyung. “Ooh, cute!” gave him a wink and added, “You sure know how to pick ’em.”

As you and your girls exchanged hugs as if you hadn’t seen them in forever, Jin’s keen gaze fell on Taehyung, taking in his appearance with a quick yet thorough assessment. With a friendly smile, Jin extended his hand in greeting. “Hey man, I’m Jin. Nice to meet you.”

Taehyung returned the gesture, albeit with a slight hesitance in his movements. “Likewise bro, Taehyung” he replied.

Noticing Taehyung’s vintage baseball cap adorned with the logo of the team, Jin’s interest piqued. “Nice cap,” he remarked, gesturing towards Taehyung’s headwear. “you a big fan?”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up at the question, “Yeah, love the game,” he replied, a hint of enthusiasm seeping into his voice. “I’ve never been to a live one though, it’s my first.”

“I highly recommend the live experience,” Jin chimed in, his tone friendly yet genuine. “There’s nothing quite like being at the stadium, especially when you’re cheering for your team.”

Taehyung nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can imagine,” he replied, his eyes flickering with excitement. “I already feel a whole different vibe compared to watching one on TV.”

As the conversation flowed effortlessly between them, Jin couldn’t help but notice the subtle nuances in Taehyung’s demeanor. Despite his initial reservations, Taehyung seemed to relax in Jin’s presence.

For Jin, deciphering people was second nature, a skill honed over years of observation and analysis. With each passing moment, Jin found himself growing more intrigued by this newcomer in your life, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive as he sought to decipher Taehyung.

Between the shouting at players, ordering beers, turning over to talk with the girls, and all that. The conversation between Jin and Taehyung flowed to their lines of work.

As the game progressed and the atmosphere at the stadium grew more animated, Jin found himself engaged in conversation with Taehyung, although with a growing sense of unease gnawing at the back of his mind. Despite his best efforts to remain cordial, Jin couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about this guy.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Jin inquired, his tone casual yet genuinely curious.

Taehyung’s expression took on a smug air as he leaned back in his seat, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips. “I’m a property developer,” he replied, his voice laced with a hint of superiority. “It’s a rather lucrative field, I must say.”

Jin raised an eyebrow, masking his growing annoyance with a polite smile. “Ah, I see,” he responded evenly, refusing to let Taehyung’s arrogance get under his skin. “I’m a dentist myself. It may not be as glamorous as your line of work, but it’s great I must say.”

As they discussed their respective professions, Jin couldn’t help but notice the way Taehyung spoke about his life with a hint of condescension, as if he were talking to a lowborn rather than an accomplished professional. Taehyung’s tone was laced with a thinly veiled superiority, his demeanor exuding an air of so-called refinement and sophistication.

Jin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, choosing instead to maintain a composed facade.

Despite Taehyung’s attempts to assert his dominance, Jin remained unfazed, silently vowing to keep a close eye on the developer in the following hours. After all, beneath Taehyung’s front of sophistication lay a man who showed a hint of nervousness in his demeanor.

Throughout the day, Taehyung remained somewhat reserved, his responses measured and cautious compared to the outgoing self you’ve seen on your dates. After all your best efforts to include him in the lively banter and inside jokes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was holding back, as if unsure of how to navigate the energy coming from your friends.

After the baseball game came to an end, you and your friends decided to grab something at the burger joint owned by one of your close friends. The cozy restaurant provided the perfect spot for more conversation, the main reason being to get to know your new lover boy, yet Taehyung seemed to cast a tiny speckle over the gathering. It seemed as if he shrank himself around your friends.

As you settled into a booth with your friends, Taehyung’s presence became increasingly subdued, his responses to the group’s banter growing more hesitant with each passing moment. Despite your attempts to include him, he seemed somewhat detached.

The conversation with you and your friends quickly turned to gossip about one of your former friends. Sam’s incredulous expression mirrored the disbelief in her voice as she exclaimed, “Can you believe she actually did that?”

Gemma, shaking her head in amusement, added, “I mean, who literally never returns borrowed clothes? She got herself an outfit, thanks to the three of us. Shoes from Sam, a jacket from you, and a dress from me.”

Amidst the shared laughter, Taehyung appeared to be struggling to find his footing. His usual confidence seemed to falter in the face of your friends’ dynamic energy, leaving him somewhat quiet.

Jin, ever the observer, chimed in with a wry grin, “Sounds like she’s always been a handful.”

You shot Jin a playful response, adding, “Oh, you have no idea.”

As the conversation flowed around, Taehyung remained quiet, his gaze flickering between your friends. Sensing his discomfort, you nudged him playfully and teased, “What do you think? Ever had a friend or an ex like that?”

Taehyung managed a hesitant smile, his eyes darting away briefly before returning to meet yours. “Uh, no, nothing too crazy,” he replied with a soft laugh. With this, Taehyung seemed to relax into the group dynamic, his laughter mingling with yours as he shared in the lighthearted jokes that came before his response.

As Gemma joined in on the conversation, you made a point to include Taehyung, gesturing for him to join in on the gossip with a playful smile. Taehyung’s hand found its way to your knee, his touch sending a shiver to you. Despite his reserved demeanor, you couldn’t deny the warmth of his presence beside you, grateful for the effort your friends were making to make him feel welcome.

After lunch, you and Taehyung walked hand in hand down the bustling streets, your friends walking ahead of you, the warmth of the sun casting a golden glow over the city.

As you strolled along, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of your stomach. Taehyung’s reserved behavior during lunch left you unsettled, his usual charm overshadowed by a newfound hesitance that seemed out of character.

“Hey,” you began tentatively, breaking the silence that had settled between you, “Are you okay?”

Taehyung glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied with a forced smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of uncertainty.

You tightened your grip on his hand, a surge of concern flooding through you. “You seemed a bit quiet back there,” you pressed gently, grabbing his face in your hand, searching for any sign of what was bothering him.

Taehyung hesitated, his gaze flickering away before returning to meet yours. “I guess I just felt a bit out of place,” he admitted finally, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “Your friends... they’re absolutely great, really, I can see why you love them, but I can’t help but feel like I don’t quite fit in.”

Your heart twinged with sympathy at his words, a pang of guilt washing over you as you realized the extent of his discomfort. “I’m sorry,” Taehyung murmured, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “I should have made more of an effort.”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “God, don’t say that you’re sorry, this is just you meeting new people,” you assured him, your tone softening. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

After lunch, you and Taehyung decided to head to a nearby bar that had a couple of pool tables. Gemma, Sam, and Jin eagerly joined, excited for more fun and conversation.

As you entered the bar, the sound of pool balls clacking against each other filled the air, adding to the ambiance of the place. Gemma let out a whoop of excitement, already eyeing the pool tables with enthusiasm.

"I call the first game!" Gemma exclaimed, practically bouncing with energy as she made her way to the nearest table.

Sam followed close behind, a mischievous grin on her face. "Oh, it's on," she declared, rolling up her sleeves in anticipation.

Jin chuckled at the friendly competitiveness between Gemma and Sam, a smirk playing on his lips as he predicted an intense match between the two. Taehyung stood by your side, watching the scene unfold with a small smile tugging at his lips.

As Gemma lined up her shot, her competitive streak shining through in every movement, you turned to Taehyung and suggested, "How about we team up for a game? Show them what we're made of."

Taehyung's eyes lit up at the challenge, his reserved demeanor from earlier fading away as he nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

You and Taehyung stepped up to the pool table, cue sticks in hand, ready to take on Gemma and Sam. The game quickly turned into a lively competition, filled with laughter, banter, and friendly teasing.

With each shot, Taehyung's confidence grew, his skills matching yours as the two of you worked together seamlessly, sinking ball after ball with precision. Your friends watched in amazement as the game progressed, their cheers and applause messing with the atmosphere of the bar.

As the match drew to a close, it became evident that you and Taehyung were on the brink of victory. With one final shot, Taehyung skillfully pocketed the eight ball, sealing your win with a triumphant grin.

Gemma and Sam applauded good-naturedly, conceding defeat with playful pouts before breaking into laughter. Jin clapped Taehyung on the back, a proud smile on his face as he praised, "Impressive, you two."

As the evening wore on and the conversation flowed freely, you found yourself deep in discussion with Gemma about your upcoming trip to a music festival. Excitement bubbled within you as you animatedly talked about the lineup, the accommodations you wanted to book, and the outfits you were planning to wear. Gemma mirrored your enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she listened to your plans unfold.

"So, we'll catch the midnight flight on Thursday, right?" Gemma asked, leaning in closer as she eagerly awaited your response.

"Definitely," you replied with a nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "We'll have plenty of time to check into the hotel and grab some lunch before the festival kicks off."

As you continued to discuss the details of your trip, Taehyung interjected, his voice cutting through the conversation with unexpected confidence. "Oh my god you’re going to that?" he remarked, his eyes alight with excitement. "Mind if I tag along? I’ve been meaning to go for years too!"

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Taehyung's sudden invitation.

You exchanged a look with Gemma, both of you unsure of how to respond to Taehyung's unexpected request. Before you could say anything, Taehyung continued, his enthusiasm growing by the second.

"And hey, since we'll already be there, why don't you stay a few extra days with me?" he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We could go and meet my dad, make a mini vacation out of it."

Your heart skipped a beat at Taehyung's proposal, but not in a good way. A mini vacation? Meeting his dad? It all felt too serious and overwhelming for someone who had only been dating him for a few weeks.

Your head spun with the rapid-fire pace of his suggestions, struggling to keep up with the whirlwind of activity unfolding before you. You hadn't even had a chance to process his self-invitation, let alone make any concrete plans.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Taehyung was already pulling out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen as he hastily began to make plans. You exchanged a bewildered look with Gemma, silently wondering if you were the only one feeling overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

Feeling the weight of Taehyung's expectations bearing down on you, you struggled to find the words to respond. "I... um... I'll have to think about it," you finally managed to stammer out, hoping to buy yourself some time to process everything that had just been thrown your way.

Gemma shot you a sympathetic look, clearly sensing your discomfort. "Yeah, you definitely need to discuss it further," she added, coming to your rescue.

This was all moving so fast, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Taehyung was rushing into things without considering your thoughts or feelings.

His sudden eagerness to insert himself into your future plans, coupled with his brash confidence and seemingly disregard for your input, left you questioning whether you truly knew him as well as you thought. Beneath his charming exterior lay a man with a penchant for taking control, his assertiveness bordering on arrogance at times. While you had been drawn to his personality initially, you now found yourself wondering if there was more to Taehyung than met the eye.

Was this eagerness to dive headfirst into your relationship a sign of genuine affection, or simply a desire to assert dominance and control over your life?

The rapid pace at which Taehyung seemed to be moving the relationship forward, coupled with his insistence on intertwining your lives so quickly, raised red flags in your mind. Was this level of devotion genuine, or a form of love-bombing designed to sweep you off your feet and secure your affections? As you grapple with these conflicting thoughts and emotions, you can't help but wonder if Taehyung's was just too good to be true.

As the chatter and clinking of glasses continued, you pushed back from the table. Your heart raced and your palms were slick with sweat as you mumbled an excuse about needing to use the restroom. The chatter of voices faded into the background as you stepped away, leaving behind the warmth and comfort of your friends' presence.

Standing in front of the mirror in the quiet restroom, you took a deep breath and studied your reflection. The familiar swirl of conflicting emotions stirred within you, but one thing remained certain: your gut feeling was unwavering. With a silent vow to trust yourself and your past experiences, you straightened your shoulders and rejoined everyone at the table.

Later in your room, as the golden hues of the Sunday afternoon bathed the world outside, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled deep within your soul. The warmth of the weekend's fleeting moments lingered like a bittersweet memory, leaving a faint trace of longing in its wake. Despite the laughter shared, the smiles exchanged, and the tender moments cherished, there was an underlying sense of discontent that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

With each passing hour, the realization dawned upon you like a slow-moving shadow creeping across the room. Something had shifted within you, an intangible yet undeniable shift in your emotions.

In the quiet solitude of your thoughts, you found yourself yearning for a reprieve, a moment of respite from the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to engulf you whole. What began as a simple desire for solitude soon evolved into a desperate need to distance yourself, to create a barrier between yourself and the overwhelming intensity of the feelings that had taken root within your heart.

After that weekend, something stirred inside you. The initial excitement and anticipation you had felt with Taehyung seemed to fade. What once felt thrilling now seemed overwhelming, almost suffocating. You tried to shake it off, thinking perhaps you just needed some time to yourself. But as the days went by, your desire for space only grew. You found yourself reluctant to make plans, even hesitant to text back as usual.

You were so sure you could fall in love, but the intensity of Taehyung's affection was too much. His constant need for connection, his declarations of love, and the speed at which he wanted to move forward felt like a tidal wave. You weren't used to that level of intensity. It left you feeling like the biggest red flag in the story.

Questions swirled in your mind, eating away at your confidence.

"This guy is falling so hard for you, why are you backing out?"

"Are you really that messed up if you’re not able to handle someone loving you?"

Each question felt like a jab, poking at your insecurities. You wondered if you were sabotaging something beautiful or if your instincts were warning you of a deeper issue.

You kept talking to Taehyung in the following days, but your heart wasn't in it. You could sense his growing suspicion, his worry evident in the way he asked if you were okay, if you had time to see each other. The guilt gnawed at you, especially when you heard the genuine concern in his voice. It made you question everything. Was it you? Was it him? Were you really not ready, or were you just afraid?

Deep down, you didn't trust that someone could fall in love like this in just three weeks. It felt too rushed, too intense. And even if it was true, it wasn't the kind of relationship you wanted. You didn't want to be detached. You wanted to be invested in the next person you fell in love with. You didn't want to feel annoyed or reply just because you had to. You knew you still had a long way to go, a lot of work to do on your feelings and how you dealt with relationships. You hated when they made you feel like you were the one in the wrong. Why would you be wrong to feel how you feel?

Perhaps you weren't ready for the kind of love he offered. The intensity of his feelings left you feeling exposed, and vulnerable in a way you had never experienced before.

The lines between love and self-preservation blurred until they became indistinguishable from one another. You questioned your own worth, and your own capacity for love, as doubts and insecurities gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

In the days that followed, you found yourself locked in a silent struggle, torn between the conflicting desires of your heart and mind but despite the lingering doubts that gnawed at your conscience, you continued to engage with Taehyung, exchanging messages and sharing snippets of your day.

Yet with each passing interaction, a sense of reluctance began to take root within you, a hesitancy to commit to plans for the following week that lingered on the tip of your tongue. You were still battling with yourself, wrestling with the internal turmoil that threatened to consume you whole.

As the days stretched on, the weight of your indecision grew heavier, casting a shadow over the once-bright promise of love and romance. You found yourself caught in a constant tug-of-war between your head and your heart, each vying for dominance over the other in a battle for control.

And so you continued to navigate the fickle direction of your relationship with Taehyung. But deep down, a part of you couldn't help but wonder—was this truly what you wanted for yourself, or were you merely settling to prove to yourself, and perhaps to others, that Yoongi was no longer someone important in your life?

Taehyung had seemed like the beacon of light guiding you out of the darkness of heartbreak. You had convinced yourself that he was all you wanted, perhaps even desperately so, in your eager pursuit to move on from someone who had given you nothing. Every smile, every touch, every whispered promise felt like a lifeline, pulling you away from the memories of a love that had left you in pieces.

Still, how could you not feel insecure and fearful when someone professed such intense love after only a few weeks? It seemed too good to be true, too rushed, too perfect. It left you questioning the authenticity of his feelings, wondering if his declarations were genuine or merely a means to an end. Could someone truly fall so deeply in love with you in such a short time, or was it all just a facade, a performance put on to win your heart?

Fake, rushed, and unsettling. Not exactly the words you’d describe love as.

After a long day of work, Taehyung could sense that something was amiss. Your texts had been shorter, less enthusiastic, and devoid of the usual playful banter that had become your norm. Concerned, he suggested meeting up or at least having a phone call to understand what was going on. When you agreed to the call, a knot of anxiety formed in your stomach.

As soon as you heard Taehyung's voice on the other end, a wave of guilt washed over you. His tone was gentle and filled with concern, making you rethink your distant behavior. Despite your intentions to keep your emotions in check, it had been extremely difficult to mask your feelings. Now, hearing him speak, you were more certain than ever that you needed to end this.

"Hey," Taehyung began softly, "I've been thinking a lot today, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something's bothering you. I wanted to talk because I care about you, and I hope we can figure this out together."

Taehyung's voice was warm and earnest, tugging at your heartstrings. His words made you rethink everything that had led up to this moment. He opened up about how much he enjoyed getting to know you – reminiscing about your dates, late-night conversations, the building of a 57-hour-long playlist together, and watching movies while on calls. He confessed that he had developed strong feelings for you and wanted to pursue a relationship.

"But listen, before anything, I just want you to know that I want to be with the person you are at this very moment," Taehyung spoke with sincerity. "I am trying my best to make you fall in love with me because I am genuinely attracted to who you are, your mind and heart are truly what I love. If you let me into your life, it will be reciprocated from my end as well. My intention is not to waste your time. It's such a pleasure to coexist with you, and this call is an opportunity for us to talk about what we have. So please, tell me how you feel."

As you listened to his heartfelt confession, a whirlwind of emotions stirred inside of you. His genuine affection contrasted sharply with your recent doubts and fears. Despite his earnestness and commitment, deep down you knew that you could not return those same feelings. The realization was bittersweet, but it brought clarity – you did not want to continue this relationship.

A lump formed in the back of your throat, threatening to choke you as his words sank in. The sincerity in his voice only made it harder to confront the reality of your feelings. With a shaky breath, you knew it was time to be honest.

"Taehyung," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate everything you've said. You've been more than amazing, a true breath of fresh air into my life. I never thought I could open up and tell someone so much about myself, but with you, it just felt right. Every date and call we've had has brought me so much joy and happiness. It's been so good spending time with you and doing our favorite things together."

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "But if I'm being completely honest, I don't think I'm ready for this. It's not that I don't care about you or have strong feelings for you...it's just that I still need time to figure things out. I need to focus on what I want before I can fully commit to someone as wonderful as you."

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line as Taehyung absorbed your words. "I understand," he finally replied, his voice filled with emotion. "It's important for you to take the time you need. I don't want to pressure or rush you into anything."

You could feel the disappointment radiating from him through the phone, and it tugged at your heartstrings. "I hope we can still be friends, and who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe things will be different then." Taehyung's voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke again. "This doesn't mean we have to stop going out, right? I still have so many places I want to take you, concerts we have to go to."

A small smile graced your lips at his words. "Of course not," you replied.

After ending the call with Taehyung, a sense of relief washed over you, lifting the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders. Contrary to what one might expect, you didn't feel bad about the conversation; instead, you felt a newfound sense of liberation.

In the quiet moments after the call, as you sat with your thoughts, the sense of relief grew stronger. You weren't heartless; you were just protecting yourself. It was okay to take a step back.

You thought that everything was on good terms despite the falling out. After the call, Taehyung continued to text you, making casual conversation about movies and sharing recommendations as if nothing had changed. It gave you a sense of relief, believing that maybe you could transition smoothly into a friendship.

But the next day, unexpectedly, things took a sharp turn. You were scrolling through your Instagram feed when you noticed something was missing—Taehyung's account. His profile, once filled with snapshots of his life and moments you had shared together, was now completely gone. Your heart dropped as you tried to shake off the unsettling feeling, assuring yourself that he must have needed a break from social media.

The next day, you found yourself at a quaint rooftop gathering with your old college friends. The clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter filled the air, creating a warm and nostalgic ambiance. You were surrounded by familiar faces and inside jokes, and for a moment everything felt light and carefree.

As the night went on and the drinks flowed freely, you couldn't help but loosen your tongue. With each sip, you recounted the recent events of your love life - the highs and lows, Taehyung's irresistible charm, and the sudden ending that left you reeling. As you spoke, a mix of relief washed over you.

At 2:13 am, as you were caught up in reminiscing with your friends, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Taehyung: "U up?" You stared at the screen in surprise, his casualness catching you off guard. Despite the lingering emotions stirred up by his message, you decided against replying and slipped your phone back into your pocket.

In the following days, Taehyung's attempts to reconnect with you grew more intense. He sent friendly texts inviting you out to places where you used to dance together, suggesting it’d be "just as friends." He mentioned how much he enjoyed going out with you and how he knew music was something you loved. Despite his seemingly earnest efforts, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something about his sudden friendliness felt forced and weird.

Then, things took an even stranger turn. One day, as you were scrolling through social media, you noticed that Taehyung had unfollowed both you and your friends. His posts had disappeared without a trace - either deleted or archived - and his profile picture was gone. Confused and slightly alarmed, you tried to check the Spotify playlist you had been making, only to find that he had blocked you there as well.

"What the hell?" you muttered to yourself, staring at your phone in disbelief. The sudden and drastic changes in Taehyung's behavior only confirmed the unease that had been building inside you. His actions were volatile and erratic, and it was becoming clear that he wasn't the person you once thought him to be.

A burst of laughter erupted from you, uncontrollable and genuine. "Can you believe it? He actually blocked me on Spotify," you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. It seemed so trivial in the grand scheme of things, but it was also oddly amusing. What could possibly have provoked him to take such a petty action against your Spotify profile? The thought made you grin even wider as you tried to stifle another fit of laughter.

"I don't know what's more surprising, the fact that he blocked you or that he thought blocking you on Spotify would bring about some profound impact," your friend Gemma chimed in, her face lighting up with amusement.

Indeed, it was a peculiar situation to be in. It felt like being placed in a dramatic film, with events unfolding in unexpectedly comedic ways. You quirked an eyebrow at Gemma's comment, leaning back against the couch and sighing.

"Well, whatever his intentions might have been," you mused aloud, "I think it just shows how petty he is."

Gemma chuckled quietly at your words, her eyes gleaming with laughter as she nodded in agreement. The two of you sat there in the soft glow of the room, laughing over the absurdity of the situation.

“Hey, I need to ask you something,” Gemma's unexpected comment caught you off guard. "Why do you always tell them you're not ready?" she asked, her tone curious yet probing.

The question hung in the air, lingering in the space between you. It felt like a curveball, striking at the heart of your insecurities and doubts. You had never stopped to ask yourself why you constantly used the same excuse, why you always pushed people away with the same refrain.

For a moment, you were speechless, caught in the whirlwind of your own thoughts. Why did you always say that? Was it the truth, or merely an excuse to avoid confronting your deeper fears and uncertainties?

As you grappled with these questions, a sense of unease settled over you. Perhaps there was more to your reluctance than you cared to admit, buried beneath layers of self-doubt and uncertainty. Was it possible that you were using the excuse of not being ready as a shield to protect yourself from the vulnerability of opening up to someone new?

You met Gemma's gaze and offered a tentative reply. "I guess... it's just easier to say that than to admit the truth," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe I'm not ready, or maybe... maybe it's something else. Maybe it's fear, or self-doubt, or..."

Your voice trailed off as you struggled to put your thoughts into words. Silence filled the room as if waiting for you to grasp the elusive truth about yourself. Gemma's eyes were steady on yours, offering silent encouragement and understanding.

"Or maybe... it's because I don't trust myself anymore," you finally confessed, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I don't trust myself to be in a relationship without screwing it up or realize someone was lying to me again."

You still couldn't believe how you were able to sense bad things about everyone but could never do that with Yoongi. What was the deal with that?

Thinking back to Yoongi, you realized how different it was with him. With Yoongi, there was no rush, no overwhelming intensity. It was comfortable, like slipping into a well-worn sweater. You didn't have to second-guess his intentions or your feelings. It was simple, without the pressure of immediate declarations of love.

But with Taehyung, it felt like you were constantly on edge, trying to meet expectations you weren't even sure you could handle. His affection, while sincere, felt like a spotlight shining too brightly, exposing every crack and flaw in your emotional armor. And instead of feeling cherished, you felt scrutinized.

You could feel Gemma's gaze soften at your confession. Her quiet acceptance of your raw vulnerability was comforting in its own way. She reached out and squeezed your hand gently, a tacit acknowledgment of your bravery in admitting such long-buried fears.

"C'mon, love," she said gently, pulling you up from the couch, "let's get something sweet from the kitchen. You've earned it."

The rest of the night passed in a comfortable silence, punctuated only by occasional laughter and the comforting sounds of late-night baking. As you nibbled on warm chocolate chip cookies - Gemma's specialty - and sipped rich hot coffee, something within you began to shift.

For the first time in a long time, instead of feeling overwhelmed by your insecurities and fears, you felt an odd sense of peace. It was as if speaking those words out loud had lifted a weight off your shoulders - a revelation that maybe it was okay not to have everything figured out.

Looking at Gemma across the kitchen island, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead light, you realize something else too. You weren't alone; there were people around you who cared about you and would stand by you through thick and thin.

You picked up your mug and raised it in a toast to her, a small smile playing on your lips. "To figuring things out," you stated valiantly. The clink of your mugs echoed in the silent kitchen as Gemma grinned back at you.

"Figuring things out," she echoed, her words lingering in the silence of the room. Amidst the lingering taste of cookies and coffee, amidst all the uncertainty and self-doubt, something warm began to bloom within your chest - a sense of hope, a fresh start.

With that night serving as a turning point, you found yourself learning to trust yourself again, inch by inch. You learned to let go of the past and look forward to a future where you could be happy with or without a relationship. And most importantly, you discovered that sometimes opening up about your fears was not a sign of weakness, but rather an act of courage and growth.

After all, there was truth in what Gemma had said - everyone was just figuring things out, one step at a time.

Life went on and so did you. The days turned into weeks and before you knew it, a month had passed since your breakup with Taehyung. Taehyung's memory began to fade like a photograph left too long in the sun. You went about your life as usual - indulging in late-night movies with friends, exploring new music, finding joy in small things - all without the shadow of his presence looming over you.

Your life resumed its regular rhythm and things seemed normal again...as normal as they could be without someone.

You still missed him sometimes; when certain songs played on the street and when certain places reminded you of him – but as each day passed, these moments became fewer and further between.

One day while walking home from work, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A message from an unknown number was waiting for you, the words sending a chill down your spine.

"Hey... It's Yoongi. Can we talk?"

You froze in your tracks, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A million thoughts ran through your mind at once - why was he contacting you now? What did he want to talk about? And the most important question of them all: Were you actually going to respond?

As you stood there on the sidewalk, the world around you seemed to come to a halt. Your heart pounded in your chest as you weighed your options. Should you ignore the message and continue on your way? Or should you take a leap of faith and reply, opening up the possibility of having him in your life again?

The choice was yours and yours alone. Next thing you knew, he was calling you.

You stared at your phone, hesitating for a moment before answering. "Hello?" you said tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," came his familiar voice, sending a wave of emotions crashing over you. "I'm sorry to bother you, I know this is probably the last thing you expected, but..." His voice trailed off as if searching for the right words.

"But what?" you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

He sighed heavily, the sound echoing through the phone. "I just wanted to hear your voice."

His admission caught you completely off guard, his raw sincerity hitting you straight in the gut.

You immediately closed your eyes forcefully and pinched the bridge of your nose.

It had been so long since you had heard his voice; it was a sound that evoked a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.

Anger, bitterness, and sadness fought against nostalgia and fond memories. You were reminded of the warmth of his embrace, the gentleness of his touch, the soothing cadence of his words.

A lump formed in your throat as you tried to swallow back the tears that threatened to spill over. Heaving a deep sigh, you braced yourself as you replied, "How have you been? It's been so long since we last spoke."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line as if he was equally shocked by how different your voice sounded. When he finally responded, there was a smile in his voice. "I've been doing okay. Busy with work as usual, but it keeps me sane."

Why is it that you're always willing to let him into your life, without regard for what he represents to you? After all he's done in your relationship or the lack thereof? Why is it so difficult to let go of someone who doesn't care for you as you do him? Someone who is content with being friends with you, yet never tries to give you something more than that. It's so damn frustrating... And heartbreaking too, no less.

At that moment, the only emotion you felt was regret for not seeing the signs earlier when he had still cared enough to show he was serious. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you chuckled half-heartedly. "Yeah, I guess it would keep anyone sane," you teased lightly.

However, your effort at humor fell flat as he remained silent on the other end. Your breath caught in your throat, unsure what to make of his silence. Was it a sign of him wanting to continue or was he waiting for you to elaborate? You held your tongue, feeling lost and confused in this situation.

"I miss you," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with longing. The simple admission took your breath away.

"And how does your girlfriend feel about that?" you replied. At the mention of his current relationship status, you could practically hear the crickets chirping in the distance as an awkward silence settled between you.

A few moments passed before he hesitantly answered, "Actually..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

"What happened? If I may ask," you probed gently.

"She left. Well, we ended things actually," he corrected himself.

"Oh..." Your response hung awkwardly in the air as neither one of you knew how to continue.

Finally, after a few painful seconds, you gathered your courage to ask the question that had been burning in your mind since you received his message: "Is that why you contacted me?"

His hesitation was palpable, the weight of your question pressing down on him. Taking a deep breath, he finally responded.

"Yes...and no. I didn't want to bother you and hoped you wouldn't find out from a mutual friend. So, I decided to call..." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Our breakup did hit me hard, not like now. I realized how much I really care about you. Not just as a friend but more than anything else."

This revelation sent your mind reeling as your heart clenched painfully. What did it mean? What should you say next? As you struggled to respond, he continued speaking.

"But now that we're both single, I don't know if that's something you'd like." The vulnerability in his tone stirred up a torrent of emotions within you, leaving you speechless for the second time.

"We've been through so much already, and honestly, I'm terrified. I don't want to hurt you again," he confessed softly.

His words echoed in the vastness of your mind. You were afraid of getting close to him only to get burned once more - but there was also part of you that yearned for him with all of your being.

"Listen Yoongi, I..., I don't know if I can call it a breakup but the last person I was with, made me realize something else..." You hesitated a bit and swallowed your tears back; they seemed so foreign.

Your head ached while listening to his silence. He had always been able to read your face better than anyone ever could. The same look he carried whenever he was about to say the wrong thing was clear. He wasn't saying anything, probably not even knowing what to tell you at this point.

And you couldn't blame him when you didn't know either, "What do you mean?" he finally asked in a low murmur.

"I don't have in me the capability to trust anymore." You whispered. "You and I tried so hard and things always go wrong, always fail miserably." Your throat constricted tightly around your words making them sound harsh in contrast. "At one point in our life, we weren't capable of sharing love. It was so frustrating because I thought I'd be fine as friends yet everything fell apart."

The words escaped your lips without any filter whatsoever. Maybe the fact that you were venting in a place where he couldn't see you was what fueled your honesty. "Every time I try, it doesn't work out and it keeps hurting both of us."

"It's not because of you though...It's..." You inhaled sharply as you continued. "I feel like I'll always find myself going back to wanting you when it's unhealthy. I keep thinking if I let you back into my life, will I end up breaking my heart again?"

As you shared your innermost thoughts, he stayed silent for a few moments longer before quietly replying, "Is that the reason why you've been avoiding me?" His voice sounded shaky with emotion as if struggling against his own demons too.

"It is and maybe that makes me selfish," you muttered guiltily. "How I feel about you, how much I care about you despite all our mistakes, sometimes hurts when I can't act on those feelings. Or when things get serious between us; it scares me out of my mind."

Yoongi exhaled shakily on the other line as well. When he spoke, his voice wavered.

"You have every right to be afraid of being hurt again and it pains me to see you in so much agony because of me. I never knew I could feel so strongly about someone who wasn't my blood-related family or some kind of soulmate but there's something about you that draws me in. I've had my fair share of experiences with women throughout the years but nothing compares to how happy you make me feel when we spend time together and talk for hours on end."

When you heard those words coming out of his mouth, something inside of you broke wide open. His confession struck deep within your core and touched upon every single insecurity and fear you possessed. How could someone love someone like you? After all the times they failed each other, after all the mistakes and broken promises that ended their relationship?

You asked softly, "If that's really what you think about me, why did it take so long for us to get here then?" Your question was laced with sorrow but curiosity too; what changed from before to now that made him contact you and finally acknowledge his feelings towards you?

He paused for a moment. When he continued, his tone was earnest and sincere. "I wasn't sure that this time would be different. In the past, there were moments when I almost reached out but I'd get scared and hold back." A self-deprecating laugh escaped his lips. "Then I realized that life isn't perfect or even stable either, and I decided to pursue what matters most in my life, you."

His answer stunned you speechless; you hadn't expected such conviction from him when earlier, he seemed unsure himself. As you tried to comprehend the complexity of his emotions, the weight of the situation began to settle in.

You choked up and dissociated there for a while until he interrupted you with a soft murmur of your name. That snapped you back into reality as tears pricked your eyes again. "Do you think I'm stupid for believing in you even though you keep screwing things up?" you whispered, feeling ashamed and embarrassed by your vulnerability.

There was another pause before Yoongi spoke once more, his voice gentle and filled with compassion. "No. Because I'd trust you over anyone else in the world." He sighed deeply. "Maybe this is wrong but we're adults in a mature relationship already anyways...so I guess it makes sense to take a chance and try to fix things."

"But that means giving yourself one hundred percent and not holding anything back." He paused briefly before continuing hesitantly. "What do you want from us right now?" His voice sounded uncertain like he wasn't sure of the answer himself.

That is when it hit you: everything you ever wanted was standing in front of you, asking you the same question. "I want to be selfish right now," you muttered breathlessly.

"Then I will give it all to you if it means being with you and seeing you happy. Whatever it takes," he answered softly yet decisively. It was clear that this meant more than anything else in this world; after all, nothing mattered as much anymore.

This time, his sincerity made you smile genuinely, breaking through the sadness that had overtaken you before. "How come you always say the best things when I'm already crying?" you sniffled.

"Because I'm terrible at consoling others but somehow managed to learn how to make you smile once in a blue moon." As soon as you heard those words escape his lips, something inside your heart melted instantly. Even on the phone, his presence was able to calm your storming mind down. The things he said and did always meant so much more than what anyone else had ever done for you.

You knew now that it didn't matter what happened between you two in the past because he was here right now wanting you, trying to build a future with you together. "When can I see you again?" he asked gently, sounding hopeful despite being cautious himself. "If that's okay..."

“It’s fine. But I have to warn you, this is going to be a long conversation and I might cry. A lot.” You told him in fake seriousness.

“Well, that would be the first time, I’ve never seen you cry in all the years I’ve known you.” He chuckled. “At first I thought you were a robot.”

“I am.”

“And then I learned you were a softie.” He continued.

“I’m not.”

“Oh, I think you are.”

“I’m definitely not a softie.”

“You are. And I love it.”

You smiled because you could hear the genuine smile in his voice.

“Tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Okay then.” You ended the call after hearing his quiet sigh, feeling a sense of comfort and anticipation. As you walked the last few meters to your place, the familiar sight of home greeted you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. You got home a little before sunset, feeling a mix of hope and excitement about seeing Yoongi tomorrow.

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We Started It

Epilogue: Slow Dancing

5 Years Later

Yoongi fiddles with the silver band around his ring finger as he works on the piles of paperwork on his desk. He glances at the new wedding picture that Taehyung had dropped off, staring at the wide boxy smile on his husband’s face. His eyes trace Taehyung’s figure as he stands clutching Yoongi’s side in front of the metal ducks at the Haslla Museum. Yoongi has to admit he likes this photo more than their honeymoon one in front of the Eiffel Tower.

A knock at the door tears his eyes away from his husband’s handsome face.

“Come in,” Yoongi calls, raising a brow in confusion as a youthful face pokes his head around the doorframe. “Can I help you?”

“Ah,” the boy stutters, shuffling into the room. His fraying sneakers squeak against the floor as he walks over to the chair in front of Yoongi’s desk. “The lady downstairs said to talk to you about a possible job opening, as a bartender.”

Yoongi nods as he takes in the boy’s scrappy appearance, his tattered pants, loose black shirt, and beaten black backpack that has a small purple heart pin on the strap. “Do you have any experience as a bartender?”

The boy shakes his head but says quickly, “But I can learn! I pick things up really quickly, I’m sure I can learn!”

Yoongi hums, clicking his tongue. “Are you even old enough to serve alcohol?”

“I’m turning eighteen next month, on the first.” The boy says quickly. “That would be enough time to get me trained and then I can get straight to work.”

Yoongi frowns and opens his mouth to send the boy away, but stops when the boy grasps his hands together tightly in his lap and hangs his head in preparation for the denial. He pauses and takes a real good look at the boy. He's young and looks like he’s been on the street for the past few weeks.

“Do you have anywhere to stay during your training?” Yoongi asks, already guessing the answer as the boy blinks up at him.

He shakes his head, “No sir, I would have to ask for an advancement on my first paycheck so I can get myself a place to stay.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “How long have you been in Seoul?”

“I’ve been here for school, but I’ve only been on my own for the past three weeks.” The boy answers scrunching his brows in confusion at Yoongi’s questions.

Yoongi doesn’t press on the reason why he’s been on the streets, only nods as he pulls out a sheet of paper from his desk. “Name, date of birth, and clothing size. You’ll be staying with my husband and I until we can get you trained and working. I don’t give advancements to employees that haven’t shown me what they’re capable of.”

“Oh no sir, you don’t have to…” the boy stops at the look Yoongi levels at him and gives a swift bow as he gives a quiet thank you. “My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

“Well Jungkook-ah, if you will follow me.” Yoongu says standing after filling out the contract for his employment. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying, my husband should be home by now. Do you have any food allergies that we need to know about?”

Jungkook blinks as Yoongi guides him by the shoulder onto the elevator, “I have a gluten allergy.”

Yoongi smiles and presses the seven button, “We can work with that.”

The elevator door closes and Yoongi’s smile grows as the sounds of smooth jazz grow louder and louder as they rise.

“Yoons, is that you?” A deep voice calls before Taehyung pops around the corner and smiles widely as he catches sight of Yoongi as the doors open again to their home.

“Yeah I’m home,” Yoongi mutters, pulling Jungkook forward to introduce the pair. He takes in the sight of his tall husband bouncing on his toes as he shakes Jungkook’s hand and leads him to their guest bedroom.

He walks into the kitchen to check on the dinner that Taehyung had started, petting their poodle, Holly, as he passed him on the couch. Yeontan, their newest pomeranian puppy, jumped from his little bed in the corner and followed Yoongi into the kitchen, yapping excitedly at his heels.

“Go bother your Appa, Tannie.” Yoongi mutters to the black fluff ball, only to get an indignant yip in response. He sighs and hands the menace a little slice of chicken from the simmering pan, “You’re nearly as bad as him. I swear Jiminie gave you to us just to annoy me.”

Yeontan runs off with his prize and Yoongi laughs as he watches his short little feet dash across the hardwoods. He turns back to the stove and starts lowering the heat of the pots, mentally calculating to see if they had enough food to feed an obviously very hungry teenager. Arms come around Yoongi’s shoulders as he’s moving to check the rice cooker, he lays a hand on the wrist of one as he feels Taehyung bury his nose into the top of his head.

“You brought home a stray,” Taehyung chuckles, running his thumbs over Yoongi’s collarbone.

Yoongi grunts, “We’re probably going to need to go shopping for him tomorrow. I don’t think he has anything but what’s in that scrappy backpack of his.”

Taehyung hums in agreement and ducks his head down against the side of Yoongi’s neck, shuffling behind him as Yoongi moves back in front of the stove. “I’m having him take a shower now, looks like the boy hasn’t been able to wash properly in weeks. What did he come here for?”

“A job as a bartender,” Yoongi answers, tasting one of the sauces before giving a spoon full for Taehyung to try. He gets a hum of approval for it and turns down the heat to keep it at a gentle simmer. “He’s not old enough to serve alcohol now, his birthday is the first of September.”

“We’ll have to celebrate then,” Taehyung murmurs, placing a kiss against the side of Yoongi’s neck before pulling away from him completely. He moves to Yoongi’s side and starts helping him finish the dinner.

Jungkook comes out of the guest room a moment later, his hair a wet mop on top of his head and cleaner clothes on his body. He blinks at the array of food on the table and his stomach audibly grumbles.

“Ah, sorry,” he mutters, clutching his stomach as Taehyung and Yoongi simply chuckle and wave him over to sit down with them.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get you fed up in no time.” Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder and scooping large portions onto his plate. He waves off any protest from Jungkook, “Eat up, we can always order more food if we need to. I didn’t expect another guest tonight.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook murmurs, bowing his head to them before slowly digging into his plate. A scowl appears on the boy’s face and Yoongi almost worries about having made the sauce too spicy, even if Taehyung could handle it, when the boy moans in ecstasy and mutters a quiet, “So good.”

Yoongi chuckles as he starts digging to his own plate, he feels Taehyung lay a gentle hand on his thigh and he drops his free one to interlace their fingers. They share a brief smile before focusing on their food and start a conversation with their new guest.

As he watches Taehyung and Jungkook talk animatedly to each other, Yoongi idly wonders how long the boy will be staying with them.

[biaswreckmepls]

Hi! I'm looking for a Taegi fic where Tae and Jungkook are best Friends and Yoongi is Jungkook's older brother. Tae is in love with Yoongi but he doesn't know this. I only remember that after a few years they end up living with Yoongi...All members appear and they know Tae is gay but Yoongi don't...Does it ring a bell?thanks!!

Hi!

I'm pretty sure the fic you're looking for is 'Love You In Slow Motion by Bandit4Life'

Hope this the one!

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write 2k24: Day 3

Prompt:

WC: 195

“I’d ask if you’re okay, but you’re obviously not,” the boy said.

“Me?” Yoongi asked. “I’m not the one who just chugged enough caffeine to kill an elephant.”

“I’m not the one who looks like he’s going to have a heart attack,” the boy replied. He held out his hand. “Taehyung.”

“Yoongi,” he replied as he took it.

“If it makes you feel any better, I did look up how much caffeine a human body can handle. I actually don’t like coffee, but this 7am shit is killing me,” Taehyung told him.

“Who thought putting a course major requirement at 7am was a good idea, anyway?” Yoongi asked.

“Your overworked and underpaid professor,” their professor interjected. Both of them jumped and faced forward. “Now can we start or are we waiting for Mr Kim’s heart to stop?”

“I’m good,” Taehyung replied. Yoongi nodded, like he had any control over Taehyung’s metabolic reactions.

“Good, now to continue from last class,”