#and we have very random patches of somewhat visible hair a little away from our mouth on both sides

[schadenfreudich]

A tiny little bit more facial hair!!!

[k-drabblings]

letters to you (pt. 1)

KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 2410 A/N: I’m trying to keep the timeline as accurate as possible. It’s obviously been many years since their debut/predebut, and I’m not like a bts superfan or anything, so please ignore any discrepancies :)

-- 01/2013

Teeth chattering, I groggily forced myself out of bed. My dearly beloved, yet increasingly annoying, mother was shouting out my name like it was the only word in her vocabulary. "Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah!" She urged me to hurry, and I did not understand what could possibly be so important that she wake me up at seven in the morning on a Saturday.  The blankets around my body were weighing me down as I trudged down the creaky steps to see what the commotion was about. 

At her first glimpse of me, my mom motioned for me to come along faster. "Auntie Kim's son is here," she explained briefly. "Did you really not have time to make yourself a little more presentable?" That second line was hushed, the chiding meant only for my ears. 

"It's freezing," I retorted gruffly, voice still hinting at lack of sleep. 

But I had to admit I was interested. Auntie Kim's son was the talk of the town -- well, she was the one doing most of the talking. She was always so excited about telling the neighbors about his latest accomplishment: how he had passed the auditions for some company I couldn't remember the name of (it wasn't SM or YG), and then how he was working with this famous choreographer (not like anyone really knows choreographers' names off the top of their head), and of course about his up and coming debut (which was supposed to be very soon yet the date was unknown because it was some huge secret or some nonsense).

So you have to understand the disappointment I felt when I saw this regular ol' boy standing in my living room. Yeah, he was a little taller than most of the guys I knew, but I had expected him to blow me away with his presence... or at least have some muscles.

"This is Taehyung," my mom introduced. 

I bowed my head slightly before giving my own name. 

"Hey." 

His voice made my chest rumble. It was deep and strangely velvety. It would have been a lie if I said it didn't make me smile. I watched as he popped another pre-cut slice of an orange in his wide mouth. He had this unabashed way of looking straight into my eyes as he answered my mother's curious questions, and I found it hard to meet his gaze. His eyebrow was raised a little too high, giving him this real cocky look. Maybe the idea of stardom had already gotten to his head.

"Taehyung won't be here for very long..."

It was already so obvious that my mother was going to urge me to do something I did not want to do.

"And it's your winter break, so you should have some time. Why don't you show him around?"

"He's from here," I reminded. "He probably knows this place better than I do." I had only moved here about a year ago, whereas Taehyung had spent well over a decade here.

"Then I guess I can show you around," he unexpectedly butted in, shining a 100-watt smile to my easily swayed mother. She beamed right back in delight. 

So after changing into some real clothes and promising to be back for lunch, we began our tour of town. "It's fucking freezing," I muttered, breath visible in the frosty air. It had snowed the night before, and all we could see in front of us was a blanket of white. 

Taehyung chuckled. "I take it you're not a morning person." He tugged on the sleeve of my coat. "Let's go."

I didn't ask where he was taking me, more preoccupied with eluding the patches of ice that were scattered dangerously along the road. 

He didn't take me far. ... Or anywhere impressive.

I stared at his house in disappointment. "You brought me here?" 

"Like you said, it's fucking freezing." His lips curled into a huge, cheeky grin as his icy fingers fumbled with the keys to unlock the door.  His fingers were long and so goddamn beautiful. 

He let me inside first, surprisingly gentleman-like, and his eyebrow raised in curiosity as I plopped down onto the couch comfortably. "I'm here more often than you are now," I explained. This place was like my second home.

A small, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "Makes sense."

I could almost feel the heat radiating off his shoulder as he laid back besides me and turned on the television to some random cartoon. From this angle and distance, I could see how tall his nose was, how perfect his skin was. 

"Take a picture. It lasts longer."

A hot blush crept up my cheeks. I mumbled a lame apology.

"I'll even sign it. It might be worth a fortune in the future." He winked cockily.

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, okay."

It was weird how I had sort of expected him to be there the next morning. And he didn't disappoint.

"The blankets again," he commented amusedly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some fruit my mother had prepared for him. 

"My heating pad broke. And it's fu--"

"--king freezing," we finished simultaneously.

"Language," my mother warned, reminding me of her presence.

I smiled sheepishly and was pleased to see he was doing the same. I took a seat across from him, making sure the layers were still tightly wrapped around my figure. I shuddered as I let one arm out into the cold air to grab the chopsticks.

He laughed. "You look like a fat turtle." 

I glared as I silently stole a piece of pear from his plate. 

"Don't worry. It's cute."

I could feel the blush threatening to flood my cheeks, so I quickly got up to grab a drink from the refrigerator. I could feel his eyes on me as I shakily poured the orange juice into my glass. I didn't know why I was feeling so nervous around him. I was practically a grown woman with 18 years of life experience, including dating some boys here and there. Well actually just two -- nothing serious, but it was enough so I wasn't so easily rattled by the flirting and the teasing. 

... But Taehyung still somehow rattled me.

It was in the middle of the third day with Taehyung that I found out he'd be leaving Wednesday evening. 

"Two more days," he mumbled, leaning back into the cold wooden back of the bench. "And back to the grind."

"Do you like it there?" I asked, staring out into the fields with him. "Or do you like it here?"

He smiled and chuckled, always in that throaty way that I had grown somewhat fond of. "Seoul has more things to do, I guess... Not that I have any time to do them..." He let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh. "It's definitely not as exciting as when I first got there. But I still like it." 

Then his gaze sharply turned to me, and I almost choked, my heart jumping to my throat. "But it's nice here too. Just relaxing like this, like we're doing now. Wouldn't mind staying a bit longer, really." His eyes turned into pretty little crescents as he smiled. "It's nice right?"

I nodded to answer his question and let out a long exhale myself. "So when do you think you'll be back here again?"

"Why? Miss me already?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a square punch to his arm. "You're right next to me, you egotistical weirdo." 

His laugh brought out my own, and we sat there together in simple happiness for a little longer until the cold seeped through our bones.

I took him to see my high school later that evening, just as the sun was setting. He had only attended for a year before leaving Daegu and for some reason wanted to visit again.

"It's not locked," he said in surprise.

"We still study throughout the break," I explained. College was really the only way country kids like us escaped this tiny town. Unless you were Kim Taehyung, that is.

"But you're not studying."

I smiled sheepishly. I had fallen a few days behind thanks to him, but I didn't tell him in fear he would stop hanging out with me. After all, he was only going to be here for two more days. "I'm a genius," I joked. "I don't need to study."

He let out a sarcastic 'har har' before pulling me inside the building. His gloved hand was tightly holding mine, and I wished I could feel his palm directly against mine instead. Who cared if it was fucking freezing?

"You're going to get diabetes," I said to Taehyung as I watched him spoon five heapings of sugar into his coffee. "That's not even coffee with sugar. It's sugar mixed with a little bit of coffee."

"And when I do, you can help me prick my finger every morning to measure my blood sugar." 

The thought of seeing him every morning for the rest of my life was oddly romantic.

I watched him swirl the little spoon in his mug, and I could hear the little granules of undissolved sugar skidding along the walls of the cup. "I swear, Taehyung. You've supersaturated it."

"Don't use biology terms with me."

"It's chemistry."

"Whatever, nerd." He casually dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not a nerd. I'm a genius, remember?"

He couldn't hold back his grin, and he tried to hide it by bringing the mug to his lips. "Yeah, okay."

It was much warmer that day, and he drove me in his mom's car to a nearby lookout area a few miles away. The winter air was refreshing rather than biting, and we drove up the mountain with the windows rolled down. My hair was a mess by the time we got to the top, and after Taehyung was done making fun of me for it, he helped me sort out my strands. His pretty fingers laced through my hair and made me shiver. 

"Cold?" He asked.

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him that he was the one who made chills run down my spine with such a simple gesture. I got more goosebumps as I felt his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the edge of the cliff. 

"It's no Seoul skyline, but it has it's charm." He plopped down lazily on the gravel and patted the spot besides him. "Sit."

The ground was cold, but I didn't care. I planted my butt down and took in the view. Our humble town looked somewhat barren, but in a beautiful way. Patches of snow covered the fields here and there, and the cars looked like bursts of colors. The prettiest part was the mountains that loomed behind, kind of hazy and navy. I took a picture with my phone, but it really didn't do it justice. 

"Take a picture of us," Taehyung suggsted casually. He took the device from my hands, and I was all too aware of how our fingers momentarily brushed against each other. His long arm was extended, ready to snap a photo. "Get in closer," he scolded and pulled my far shoulder in with his free hand. 

My cheeks were redder than they should have been, and now there was solid evidence of it. 

"You've been spending a lot of time with Taehyung." My mom liked to be vocal about how she observant she was of my life. "Are you keeping up with your studies? I bet all your classmates are studying really hard."

"Well he's leaving tonight," I mumbled, trying not to let the depressing thought affect my mood too much. "I'll hit the library after he's gone."

So after getting lengthily scolded for skipping out on my studies, I had Taehyung meet me at my high school.

I was sitting in an empty classroom skimming my English textbook when I heard the door slide open. His lanky figure strode in confidently. "What's up, nerd? I thought you didn't study."

I gave him a mocking glare. "Can't wait 'til you're gone." I was lying through my teeth.

"Hah, yeah right. You're gonna miss me, right?"

I couldn't possibly answer yes when he had that cocky smirk plastered on his face. I simply rolled my eyes and let him take the seat besides mine.

He strummed his fingers against the desk boredly. "Come on; you can do that later. I'm leaving in a few hours."

He didn't have to remind me. The clock did that with every damn tick. 

It didn't take much effort for him to convince me to ditch my books. All he really had to do was tug on my sleeve a few times and off I went, following him down the hallway and out the door. It was almost pathetic how the sound of his delighted laughter made it so easy for me to forget all my responsibilities.  That fucking laughter and that beautiful fucking grin.

He was beaming at me now as he dragged me back to his place, where we had to sneak past his mother so she wouldn't tattle on me. 

There was nothing much to do in his room besides opening up his laptop and stream a movie or listen to some music and talk. He grinned. "If it's an American movie, that's sort of like studying English, right?" 

Couldn't beat that logic.

"Didn't know you were such a crybaby," he teased, as the end credits for Titanic began to roll. 

"Shut up, Taehyung," I snapped through my sniffles. 

"It's stupid. I don't get why he had to let go, honestly," he huffed. "There was plenty of room on that wooden board for both of them to get on. She was rescued like a few minutes later." 

"You're ruining the romance." 

He gave a playful shrug. "It's not really romantic. I'd be pretty fucking pissed if some chick -- who supposedly loved me -- just let me drown." He paused to turn and look directly at me. "You're not supposed to let go of someone you love that easily, you know."

My heart had never felt so weak in my life. I swallowed hard and managed a small nod.

It was only five days into knowing Taehyung, and he somehow managed to wreck me so easily.

I should have taken that as a warning.