#ao haru ride x reader

[ayamago]

𝟎𝟑 | 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈-𝐊𝐔𝐍 [𝐌𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈. 𝐊]

He is neither someone who readily opens up nor seeks social interaction. Yet he yearns to share his thoughts and experiences with you. Despite his initial indifference, he gradually gives in to the overwhelming appeal of experiencing the most intimate form of tenderness - friendship.

Back to 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 & 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒?

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

Your eyes gently flickered to the side, your gaze fixating upon Kou as he rested his head on the desk with quiet composure. The calm, rhythmic rise and fall of his breaths created a soothing symphony that resonated in your ears. You observed the evening, your gaze drawn to the window adorned with billowing curtains. The trees swayed gracefully, their branches gently caressing one another in a synchronized dance, while the birds flitted across your field of vision, resembling celestial constellations.

Although it had been a few weeks since you assumed the role of class representative, the progress you and Kou had made on the team collaboration paper seemed minimal and lacked significance. Many of the sentences you had written appeared redundant, focusing excessively on themes of happiness and friendship. Friendship held a profound place in your heart, as you believed it to be a transformative force that brought sunshine to your life, replacing clouds. You sought those rare individuals who would have a lasting impact, and you believed Kou to be one of them. However, he frequently disregarded your attempts to form a friendship.

Clutching the pencil between your fingertips, you couldn't shake off the melancholic feeling that clung to you. It tugged at you, wrapping you in its somber embrace. Deep down, you knew Kou would never show interest in being friends. Yet, you couldn't ignore the loneliness that lingered in his brown eyes, making you yearn to be by his side. Even if it meant being kept at arm's length. . . you wanted to offer your support.

You chewed on your bottom lip before being quickly brought back to reality. His scruffy hair and placid gaze conveyed a sense of calm that you had never previously witnessed. Normally guarded with a mysterious countenance, his vulnerability was laid bare in his sleep. You pursed your lips and felt a twinge of sadness as you watched the cadence of his calm breathing. The sight of his beauty intertwined with the visible scars of his past evoked a sense of helplessness that reverberated through you. It was like being caught amid a swirling snowstorm, the realization of his fragile state growing stronger with each passing moment.

In a gentle and deliberate manner, you leaned forward in your chair, your body extending towards him with a quiet grace. You noticed the soft sheen of his cheeks, glistening in the warm embrace of the sun's rays. Your fingertips tenderly stroked his raven-colored hair as you held out a hand. Your cheeks lightly flushed from his evident cuteness.

As you watched Kou, your expression softened and a faint grin appeared on your lips. You gently pulled your hand back and picked up the pencil to get back to your task, continuing to work on your prior assignment. You began to wonder if you had always been so susceptible to distraction. A large amount of writing remained to be completed.

Kou's eyelids fluttered open, temporarily confused by the dazzling lights that briefly caused his eyesight to become somewhat blurry. He couldn't help but notice your absence and long for your touch, which he had been enjoying in secret. Your presence meant something significant to him. His head was slightly raised as he discreetly regarded you, going unnoticed by your fixed gaze. His bangs somewhat cloud his vision of you. He watched as your eyebrows pinched in intense concentration as you carefully penned sentences on the page. While the birds outside fluttered and danced to the beating of his heart, your warm and tender eyes were lost in deep thought.

He gradually exhaled, enjoying the wonderful aroma of your perfume. He was completely immersed in the scent, which gave him a pleasant and peaceful feeling.

He watches you with fatigue that has been building up in his mind due to the monotonous nature of homework. He performs insufficiently, and there are times when he even seems to doze off as you painstakingly finish your work. His exhaustion is apparent. He gently reaches out his arm to you and takes the pencil-holding hand in his fingers. He reaches for the pencil you are holding with a gentle touch, setting it lightly on the desk. His fingers entwined with yours, making the contact soothing. As your eyes meet in quiet agreement at that precious moment, time seems to stand still.

You held back the growing warmth that threatened to change the color of your cheeks as your hands gradually rubbed against one another.

Your eyes grew wide, "Stay with me," as he softly interlaced your fingers, bringing them nearer to him. He rubs your fingers gently against his cheek, his face sporting a slight blush. You jerked back slightly, taken aback by the action. "Please stay."

You gave him a soft smile that was tinged with melancholy and told him, "Mabuchi-kun, I'm not leaving." He gently placed his head against yours as you leaned in close to him, letting you see his frailty.

You understand at that point that his acts served as an invitation to a friendship. It was the chance you had been waiting for, a chance to express to him some of the love you had been holding inside. . . And perhaps this will signal the start of something new and meaningful.

[cosmo-estelar]

A̳o̳ ̳H̳a̳r̳u̳ ̳R̳i̳d̳e̳

[honeybxbygirl]

𝙁𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖

𝙑𝙤𝙡.2

[chochuuya]

manga genres.

matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader

disclaimer/note: lots of bickering, chifuyu is a hardcore, he called you a dork and actually roasts you bad but.. finally breaks his christmas curse? (｡- .•)

wc: 1.6k [1668]

you both can never get along when it comes to your manga preferences.

“shut up.” chifuyu sneers.

“no, you shut up!” you say in return.

it’s been about 30 minutes since you first started arguing. chifuyu is a softie at heart, and enjoyed the romance genre. while you were a person of action, enjoying the thriller genre much more.

“the art style is so much better. i don’t even know how you can read a story with such bad flow!” he argued.

you scoffed, turning your head away for a second before looking back at him.

“bad story flow? how dare you. as if your fav isn’t so predictable and mundane, chifuyu. trust me, action is sooo much better than romance.”

“well at least my favourite doesn’t have bad character development! at least they have likeable characters with diverse personalities, compared to your fav show where everyone is plain and boring.” chifuyu says, clearly not going to budge.

“oh, and your fav also has shitty romance.” he adds with a smirk.

he’s getting annoying, you swear you could punch his dumb face but you decided against it.

“well, at least my manga has plot twists and actually keeps their audience wanting for more! your romance? twelve episodes and we’re done. you can just read another of the same genre and you’ll get same plot every time.”

“oh no plot twists, huh?” chifuyu retorts gleefully.

“like who died in the latest chapter or some other bullcrap like that? i rather read and watch something where i can relax and enjoy.” the blond says, “you know, something that doesn't overstimulate your brain.”

“and plus, with romance i get to enjoy some sweet and spicy scenes that i like so much.”

he adds cheekily, “besides, i hate waiting a week for the next chapter. romance is much better than that.”

you scoffed in disbelief. the audacity and ego of his is something else.

“maybe your attention span is just too short to be watching or reading action, chifuyu!”

“and maybe your brain is a bit too simple compared to mine.” he retorts snarkily, “maybe you need constant action and stimulation to keep you entertained, because you get bored too easily.”

“and, it doesn’t matter how long a manga or anime is, it’s the enjoyment and the quality of it that counts. and clearly romance does it best.” he adds smugly, knowing he’s won in his eyes.

you actually rolled your eyes at his reasoning.

“maybe your authors keep dragging the story because they know romance and slice of life is just too simple without any action in it! yeah, what about that?”

“not to mention some of your favourites are quite questionable, chifuyu. what was it again.. oshi no ko? fruits basket? yuck!” you added.

chifuyu chuckles in amusement at your annoyance.

“you know what else is funny? i bet you can’t watch a romantic comedy without feeling cringe or getting embarrassed. and i mean real romcoms, like wotakoi and kaguya-sama.”

"and yeah, they’re my favourites, the anime just elevated them more. i mean come on, they’re cute and funny! and oshi no ko’s mystery and drama, even the comedy at times! how can you hate them?!” he states, annoyed.

“you bet i do, i don’t know how you feel all giddy inside when watching or reading them. maybe you’re just a hopeless romantic!”

you laughed wholeheartedly at your own remark.

“kaguya-sama? even i know better romances than you, ao haru ride and kimi ni todoke is so much better.”

“you know nothing, (y/n).” chifuyu says, amused.

“i admit kaguya-sama has its flaws, but it’s so damn good too. and ao haru ride is nothing but a sad, slow-burn romance that is painfully boring." he says, feeling a bit annoyed at your remark.

“and kimi ni todoke? again, slow-burn that is a bit too cliché.” he adds before saying, “i’d rather read or watch wotakoi. that’s a much better romance manga.”

you sighed in defeat. just hurts your throat trying to even get your argument against him.

chifuyu laughs, “told you! you clearly don’t know enough about manga and anime. you should learn from me, (y/n)!”

“and maybe, just maybe, if you try to change your tastes in manga and anime, you’d start attracting people who like the same thing as you.” he smirks, knowing he hit a nerve with that last comment of his.

you nudged him.

“you say that as if i don’t hear you complaining every christmas that you can’t get a girl, chifuyu. shut up!”

he goes silent, a slight redness creeping into his skin, “h-hey, c’mon! you didn’t have to point that out!” he says, trying to defend himself.

“besides, one day i’ll get a girlfriend.. just you wait—” he grumbles, looking away.

“yeah, whatever. i would probably be dead before you even can get yourself a girl.”

he goes silent again. his face seems to get redder, his annoyance clear.

“what’s that supposed to mean? you think i can’t have a girlfriend?” chifuyu retorts, annoyed.

he didn’t appreciate you mocking him like that.

“um, yeah. every time a girl talks to you, you chicken out. be grateful that i stayed.”

his face turns to disbelief at your words, still red with anger.

“i chicken out? chicken out?! that’s rich coming from you, who’s too scared to ask anyone out on a date.” he says, not backing down.

“and at least i’m not an introvert who gets anxiety whenever they meet new people, scared of embarrassing themselves and avoiding any and all social situations.” he adds, being as brutal as he can be.

your jaw dropped but you quickly compose yourself. don’t let him get to you just yet!

“h-huh? what do you even know about dating?! i bet i have more chance than you do, chifuyu.”

he chuckles in amusement at your outburst.

“oh you’re just all bark, no bite, (y/n). i’ve been on a few dates, sure maybe none of them really lasted, but at least i’ve been on some. you can’t say the same, can you?”

“and i doubt anyone would wanna go out with a dork like you anyway,” he adds with a smirk.

you had enough. you stood up from the floor of his room and exited the door. wow, so much of a hangout!

“hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going, (y/n)?” chifuyu taunts, standing up and walking towards you.

“the conversation isn’t over yet, now is it?” he adds.

“i’m going home.” you said plainly as you walk down the hallway.

“no, you’re not," he says, grabbing you by the arm and stopping you from continuing your walk.

“who says you can leave now?” he asks, annoyed and determined to carry on with his argument.

you nudged your shoulder, removing your arm from his grasp as you continue to ignore him.

coincidentally, baji came and opened the door. poor guy must be confused to see you leave right after. he stepped aside as chifuyu tried to chase after you.

“hey! what gives you the right to ignore me like that?!” chifuyu shouts, watching you walk out of the front door.

“damn it!” he yells angrily at you as you walk away with your nose in the air.

“way to go, chifuyu.”

“kindly shut up, baji-san.”

the next day at school, you were not in the mood. maybe his words got to you yesterday.

you stare into the void of your locker as you got your books out slowly.

chifuyu notices something is off with you. he decides to walk up to you as he sees you get your books out slowly, looking at you with a concerned expression.

he decides not to bring up the argument you had yesterday, for he knows his words can cut deep sometimes.

“hey (y/n), are you alright?” he asks quietly.

“hm.” you simply hummed in response as you shove your books into your backpack. you adjusted the straps before closing the locker and walks towards your class.

chifuyu follows you. he decides not to follow up with his previous question, and instead makes an attempt at being friendly.

“can i walk with you?”

“sure.”

he walks alongside you, feeling quite uncomfortable with your silence.

“so, um, do you mind if i ask what’s got you so down?” he asks, as he walks with you to class.

“was it that argument we had? or something else..?” he asks again, genuinely curious.

“maybe next time don’t call me a dork when you know i dislike it, chifuyu. i get it, i’m sensitive sometimes but—”

“that was yesterday, is that why you’re pissed at me still?” he asks, not fully understanding the situation.

“besides, i wasn’t being serious, (y/n)! we’re friends, you’re no dork.. i’m sorry okay?” he says, feeling a bit saddened.

“and besides, i like it when you’re sensitive. it’s adorable.” chifuyu says with a small smile. he felt that admitting that is rather embarrassing, but he wanted to reconcile with you.

you paused on your tracks as you look up to him. “did he just.. call me adorable?”

“come again?”

“you heard me.” he smirked.

“you being overly sensitive is such an adorable trait to have. not to mention, i would prefer my future girlfriend to be somewhat sensitive, instead of being a cold and mean person.”

he said it all so boldly that makes your mouth hangs open slightly. your cheeks are betraying you already.

“what..?”

he can see your cheeks getting slightly red tinted now. he was getting flustered himself.

“i.. uh..” he stammers.

“i mean, everyone would want their future partner to be someone they like. and i like you, (y/n).”

“plus, what i said is the truth. people do think you’re cute and adorable whenever you’re overly sensitive. even your anger is adorable.” he adds, giving it his all to persuade you into admitting you like him.

he’s clearly into you now.

and, you have no choice but to answer.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

chifuyu is so cute (i am biased) and a fluffy fluff is what he deserves (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ i hope you like this one~ all reblogs & likes are vv appreciated!

[fairiesthrum]

megumi x reader but the plot is basically ao haru ride

[pandaswitch]

Welcome to my trashcan

Melissa. Mexican. May 4th. Yes, i still cry over minecraft roleplay.

Multifandom. x reader + occasional shipping (not cc's)

Byf: I don't write smut but i might accept and post some thirst.

Fandoms I'll write for

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no yaiba

SBI

QSMP

Chainsaw man

Ao Haru Ride

Bluelock

SPY X FAMILY

Horimiya

Jujutsu Kaisen

Prob gonna be adding more in the future, but these are my main ones.

Requests are: OPEN.

[whitefoxgirl]

⏳Ageless⏳ A Namjoon Series {Chapter 4}

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am back! I took a very unexpected hiatus due to college and such. I apologize for not posting anything, but I am on my last year of college and it tends to get very hectic. I start my practice on January, but do not worry, I will keep you guys posted on anything and best believe I will conclude the story! Hopefuly I graduate on may 2023 and pass my certification exam so that I can work as a teacher on August! I appreciate you guys who have been so patient and for reading this! There’s gonna be about 3 more chapters, so, hopefully you guys will wait until the end of the series and give me your opinions! 

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Female Pronouns)  Fandom: BTS Warnings: Ageless Namjoon; Oral (female recieving); Curse words; Suicidal Idiations; Signs of Depression (If you feel like you need someone to talk to about your suicidal thoughts or depression, click here for hotlines that can help you) Genre: Fluff, angst, smut (MINORS; DO NOT READ!) Word Count: 8.1k Songs that helped me: • Unforgettable time - Ao Haru Ride OST • Kanashimi no Yoru - Ao Haru Ride OST • I will protect you - Fruits Basket OST  • I will become a cat - Fruits Basket OST • So that you’re not lonely - Fruits Basket OST • A scum’s wish - Kuzu no Honkai OST • We are going out - Kuzu no Honkai OST  • Liar - Kuzu no Honkai OST • Memory Loss - Fruits Basket OST • Descent - Berlinist

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As Namjoon woke up, he felt the emptiness of the bed, and how cold it felt. He was saddened by this, as when he fell asleep, he was so warm and didn’t want to go back to feeling the same coldness. However, when he got out of bed, he saw that Y/N was on the kitchen making breakfast while on the phone. It felt domestic, she was wearing her work clothes, this time, she had opted for a knitted vest over a white shirt and some everyday work pants. She hasn’t left the house, so she was still wearing her slippers. He smiled softly, then furrowed his eyebrows as he saw that she was struggling to speak.

She talked in a whisper, apologizing to him. He then got closer to her and whispered, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to set up a meeting, but the client speaks Japanese.”

Namjoon took her phone and asked her when and at what time she wants the meeting to be, and she responded giving him the information he needed. Namjoon nodded and looked down at what she had made while talking on the phone.

“もしもし？Y/Nのお行儀よく話しているんですが。はい。はい、今週の金曜日の午後2時にミーティングをしたいのですが。” Namjoon grabbed the cup she had served for him, it was filled with a latte, when he took a sip, it felt sweet in his tongue. He guessed, in his mind, that it was a vanilla latte.

“もち���ん、全てのことを整理して会社に行く時間を与えるでしょう。 はい、そうです。 良い一日をお過ごしください! はい よろしくお願いします!”

He waited until the person hung up the phone and handed it to Y/N without even thinking about what just happened. Meanwhile, she was stunned about the fact that not only Namjoon knew Korean and English but was also fluent in Japanese. She was left with her mouth agape, something Namjoon took a note of and smiled. He grabbed her chin to make her close her mouth then chuckled as he took a bite of the toast she had made him.

“What?” He asked her while leaning on the counter. She shook her head at this and asked

“You know Japanese?” He chuckled nodded at this question saying

“I know a couple of languages. So, if you need help, I’ll help you, okay?” He said as he crouched down and pecked her lips gently. Something she didn’t expect. She blushed and smiled at this nodding in a shy matter.

She grabbed his hand then looked at him smiling softly. Silently thanking him, something he quickly caught on to. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly. The couple leaned in for a small kiss, which was cut short when Namjoon said he had to go to work. Regrettably, the couple decided that it would be best for them to go their separate ways until they would go on their next date. Y/N looked at the food she had made for Namjoon, and how he had eaten most of it. She then turned around to look at Namjoon struggle to turn his bike without bumping into anything.

“Ju- Namjoon?” She said in a shy but confident voice. To this, Namjoon turned his head to look at her, the blush on his cheeks was obvious, and his mouth was slightly opened as he couldn’t believe that Y/N was honoring such a weird request without much explanation. He hummed in response and blinked slowly while looking at her features.

She smiled softly, handing him a container, and saying “Have a great day”

Namjoon looked at the container, which had lunch in it and smiled looking back at her. He nodded thanking her then opened the door and left.

When Namjoon came by his door in the morning, to take out Moni, he saw that his pet was not running towards him like he usually did. As he made his way towards his bedroom, he saw that Moni was struggling to get up. Namjoon widened his eyes, dropped the container that he was holding and ran towards his pet, his eyes glistening with tears. Namjoon without thinking, grabbed his phone and called his work telling Charles that he wouldn’t make it as he had to take Moni to the vet. Charles being a pet owner himself, understood this and told Namjoon that he would cover for him.

“Moni’s suffering from Degenerative myelopathy.” The vet told him, Namjoon was looking at Moni, petting him, while he laid there. Tears were running down Namjoon’s face as he looked at his best friend. “We can give him pain medicine to lessen his pain from his spine and hind paws, but other than that, the condition is irreversible and most likely will get worse over time.” Namjoon nodded at this closing his eyes gently.

“There’s only so much that the medicine can do for him.” Namjoon crouched down and let his face be buried on Moni’s fur as he petted his head and ears. Namjoon, after a few minutes, lifted himself and looked at the vet asking him.

“If you were me… What would you do?”

The vet sighed and looked at Moni then back at Namjoon saying “I would think about giving him quality of life… and how much of a great friend I was to him. How much I love him.”

Namjoon nodded at this and continued to pet Moni, then sniffled wiping his cheeks and nose.

“I will give you a moment.”

As Namjoon looked at the collar he was holding, he made his decision. He couldn’t wait 3 more weeks. It was better to rip the bandage now, and leave. If this is the pain he would feel when he left Y/N, he didn’t want to feel it. He didn’t want to hear her say those three words, he didn’t want to feel her warmth, didn’t want to smell her shampoo or soap on his body. He didn’t want to feel warm when he woke up or fell asleep. He wanted to let go without pain. He loved Y/N, enough to not want her to feel pain when he left, enough to pull the plug on whatever they had before it was too late, there was time, and he knew that it was better now than later.

“Namjoon!” He heard the oh so familiar voice call to him. He lifted his gaze and looked at Y/N running towards him with worried eyes, and a red nose. She had been crying. He whispered her name gently and it wasn’t until she hugged him close that his tears fell from his eyes.

“I went to your workplace and Charles told me about your dog.” She pulled away and cupped his cheeks “I went to eat lunch with you, but you weren’t there... I practically begged Charles for your address” she chuckled gently, trying to lift his spirits. He looked down at her and cupped her cheeks gulping gently, sniffling softly. She leaned into his touch and grabbed his wrist gently.

“Let’s go inside, okay?” Namjoon nodded and guided her towards his apartment.

After she cleaned up the container that was left on the floor, she looked at him sitting on the couch, holding Moni’s collar. She hugged him from behind and said

“I bet he was an amazing friend… And I know that you were an amazing dad to him”. Namjoon leaned into her touch and cried softly, caressing her arm gently. He felt her press a kiss on his temple and how her hug became comforting and loving as the time passed. After calming himself down, he patted the space next to him, signaling her to sit next to her. As Y/N sat down, Namjoon decided that he would allow himself to enjoy this escapism from the cruelty that he was facing. He laid his head on her thighs and he allowed himself to enjoy how her hands massaged his scalp, how her soft touch was putting him to sleep, how comfortable he was at that moment after crying over the loss of his best friend. Holding the collar near his heart, Namjoon fell asleep on Y/N’s lap.

When he woke up, he felt Y/N’s hand still on his hair and guessed she had fallen asleep while caressing his hair and making him feel better. His escapism world was coming to an end. He sat down and saw his calendar, reminding him that he was about to move in a few weeks. He shook her shoulder gently, trying to wake her up. It was sunset and the room was being painted with soft colors of orange and yellow. When she opened her eyes, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel helpless. He felt his eyes soften and his body lean forward. He felt her hand touch his shoulder gently as he kissed her softly. The collar he was holding hit the floor with a soft thud, as he tilted his head and grabbed her cheek to deepen the kiss. The soft sound of their kisses echoed through the room and slowly, Namjoon began to get closer to her, almost signaling her to lay down on the couch, something that she had obliged to. As he pulled away, he looked down at her, her hair was messy, and she looked up at him with eyes full of love and lust. Her breathing was slightly heavy, and her lips were pink.

Namjoon was conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to make love to her, make her feel special and loved, on the other hand, he didn’t want to leave her with any pain after his departure. He didn’t want to leave but he also knew that staying wasn’t an option. He sighed gently and closed his eyes. Y/N cupped his cheek gently and whispered to him if he was alright, something that Namjoon responded with a nod. He leaned down gently, not wanting to crush her, putting his hands besides her head, and kissing her softly. His body was on top of hers, but her legs were closed, on the side while he was still sitting on the couch.

“I have to tell you something…” He whispered in between kisses. She hummed at this and pulled away from the kiss wanting to give him the attention he needed.

“I’m… leaving.”

Her voice didn’t find the words necessary to express how she felt, but her eyes certainly did, as they were full of confusion and sadness. All she could mutter was a simple what. Namjoon sighed softly then looked at her shaking his head.

“I don’t wanna leave… I like spending time with you, you make me so happy.” He closed his eyes and inhaled gently then looked back at her. “But I have to. I can’t stay here” As he said this, Y/N took the opportunity to sit up and grab his hands.

“Is it because of your dog? I know how painful it is to lose your best friend bu-“

“It’s not that… It’s more complicated and I don’t want you to get involved. I want to protect you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at this and looked at him with a sad gaze “Protect me? Namjoon are you in some sort of trouble?”

He shook his head and responded by saying “No… But if I am in the future, I don’t want you to be involved.”

“… What if I want to be involved?” She scooted closer to him, whispering gently. “What if… I don’t want you to go? Would you stay?”

“I can’t stay… This isn’t going to work, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes begin to water as she nodded gently. She licked her lips looking at nothing in particular in front of her. Namjoon didn’t want to look; he knew that seeing her cheeks get stained with tears because of him would just lead him to ask her to run away with him and Seokjin and that is something that he could not afford mentally. She wiped her tears and stood up in a rather quick matter then turned to look at him. There was silence for a moment, after a heartbeat, Namjoon looked up at her, staying in place where he sat. She looked at her fingertips then into his eyes.

“Good luck, Namjoon… on whatever you do.” She whispered softly, she then sniffled and looked down at her hands again and said “… I know you’ll do great.”

Hearing her footsteps leave was something Namjoon didn’t think would hurt so much, but every thud was heavy on his heart, and her closing the door softly is what made him break down in tears. He felt as if he was losing everything. He yelled as he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor out of frustration. He should have taken the bus like all his military buddies. He should have been reckless earlier so that his time would be cut short. He should have killed himself when he had the chance, after his parents died.

“I’m tired” he said to no one in particular while crying. “I’m tired!” he yelled in between sobs. “I can’t do this anymore… Everything I hold dear to me disappears… I can’t do this anymore.”

Namjoon fell asleep crying. He didn’t have the energy to text Charles that he wasn’t coming to work, but Charles knew that he wouldn’t as he assumed that Namjoon would take the week off to process the passing of his dog. Seokjin had texted Namjoon to help him pack for his move, a message that Namjoon saw when he woke up, his phone letting him know that it was 9 a.m. Namjoon saw what he was wearing and decided that he wasn’t going to shower or change, he wanted to bask in his sadness, something he hasn’t done for a long time.

He didn’t bask on his sadness when he broke up with Suyeon. He didn’t bask in his sadness when his parents died, not even shedding a single tear in their funeral. He didn’t bask in his sadness when he would see Suyeon on what he assumed was a date when he left to seek fake documentation from Seokjin. He didn’t bask in sadness because he knew that feeling it would just make things worse. But he wanted to this time. He didn’t want to feel like a shell anymore, a shell with a thousand names, and a thousand lives. He looked at his apartment when he stood up, it was quiet. He looked at the spot where Y/N had sat and imagined her there for a moment. He closed his eyes and imagined what her running away from him while wearing his hoodie and laughing would look like in his apartment. He imagined what her cooking in his kitchen would look like. Then opened his eyes and let reality set in. It was over. They were never going to happen. This is his life now.

Walking towards the door, he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror near his door. His hair was messy, eyebags were adorning his eyes, tears stains on his cheeks, but the one thing he wished for, wasn’t there. He looked at his fingers still intact of any spots or wrinkles and touched his forearm, feeling how smooth it was. He closed his eyes and bit his inner lip then sighed. People talk about a god, a big god that decides people’s life before they are born. Namjoon never believed in that, especially after his accident. It always plagued his mind that if there was a god, why has he forsaken Namjoon with this? Why has he decided to torture him and make him a guinea pig for his own amusement?

“Namjoon?” Seokjin said as he wrapped his frames in bubble wrap. Namjoon looked up at him and hummed. “You’re awfully quiet. Is something wrong?” Namjoon shook his head and smiled softly. Seokjin’s eyes soften and then looked at the frame he was holding. He smiled and walked over to Namjoon. It was a picture of Namjoon and Seokjin. Seokjin was smiling, looking at the camera, while Namjoon was softly smiling while looking at Seokjin.

“You remember this?” Seokjin asked in Korean. Namjoon grabbed the frame and smiled. It was their last night in Korea together. Namjoon remembered how Seokjin wanted a picture while they were eating in a pojangmacha together, but Namjoon refused telling a joke. Seokjin then asked a passerby to take the picture, which they gladly did. Seokjin told a joke to the cameraman, he laughed at it, prompting Namjoon to look at him and smile at the lame dad joke.

Namjoon looked at Seokjin and smiled saying “You look the same”. Seokjin rolled his eyes and smiled telling Namjoon that flattery wouldn’t get him anywhere. As Namjoon looked away to put down more stuff in the box, Seokjin grabbed his chin and made him turn his head at him. Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Is everything okay?”

Namjoon nodded and stood up saying “Yeah, it’s just… I lost Moni… and now you’re leaving for a retirement home…” His back was to Seokjin, but he could sense him standing up and walking towards him.

“You’re gonna be close to me and you won’t be alone. I haven’t left you alone so far, right?” Seokjin said touching Namjoon’s shoulder softly.

“That’s not it…” Namjoon responded in Korean, which shocked Seokjin, as Namjoon hasn’t spoken Korean since he left the country. “I just feel… Like everything is against me. Ever since I fell from my fucking bike… I’ve just been running away and-“

“Then don’t!” Seokjin turned Namjoon around from his shoulder and looked at him straight in the eyes. “Namjoon. Just don’t do it. Forget about being found, being followed. Nobody is following you, and if there ever was a person that did, they’re long dead by now.” Namjoon’s lips quivered softly. “You have lived as Jung Junseo, Kim Baekhyun, Park Daehyun, Sung Byungho and Min Haneul… But you have never lived as Kim Namjoon…”

Seokjin wiped Namjoon’s tears and continued saying “When will you allow yourself to be happy?”

Namjoon looked down at his feet he thought of Y/N. “… I sabotaged that already, Seokjin.” Namjoon looked up at him and said, “I told her I was leaving.”

“Kim Namjoon! Why would you do that?!”

“Because I don’t want to cause her any pain”

“Oh, spare me! You’re moving to Maine not… Mars!” Seokjin crossed his arms and looked at his friend while saying “You like her, right?”

Namjoon nodded, to which Seokjin responded with “Then explain to me why you decided to self-sabotage?”

“I just thought th-“

“Exactly. You thought! As your elder let me tell you that overthinking leads to nothing but chaos and sadness”

Namjoon sighed and looked at Seokjin’s last picture with Namjoon. It was then next to Seokjin’s late wife, after their wedding. Seokjin was dressed in a black tux and his wife was wearing a simple dress. The two men had been in between the bride, hugging her and smiling, while she closed her eyes and laughed. It was the last time Namjoon saw Eunbi. Seokjin followed his gaze and sighed gently. He walked over towards the picture and grabbed it, then handed it to Namjoon saying “You don’t have to be a lone wolf, Joonie…”

Namjoon took a moment. His mind was running around with the image of Y/N, her smile, her laugh, the softness of her hands. How her words were kind and gentle towards him. It was all in his mind. He looked at the picture and imagined himself with Y/N as a bride and Seokjin and him squishing her like they are doing to Eunbi in the picture.

“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, Jin…”

“You have nothing to lose in getting her back and if she rejects you, you’re still a handsome young man who women die for!”

Namjoon chuckled at this, to which Seokjin responded with putting his hand on Namjoon’s cheek. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

Namjoon took a long bath and thought what he was going to say to Y/N. As he was applying his leave in conditioners, he rehearsed his lines. While putting on his clothes he thought of the possibilities that could happen. Y/N could reject him, take him back or simply do nothing. Putting on his cologne he thought of the sadness he would feel if she were to reject him and how devastating it would feel for him.

As he walked to the main building of what he assumed was her work, he inhaled and rubbed his hands together. Making his way towards the receptionist he asked if he could talk to Y/N Y/L/N. The receptionist asked him to wait as she made the call to her office. When she picked up the receptionist said hello in a rather cheery way and told her that someone was on the lobby asking for her. Y/N wasn’t expecting anybody, so she asked who it was.

“What’s your name?”

“Ju-… Namjoon.”

“It’s Namjoon, ma’am”

There was a pause, then the receptionist nodded and turned to look at him. “She said she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Namjoon sighed and rambled saying “Tell her that I feel incredibly sorry. Tell her that I feel like the biggest idiot right now and that I was stupid for letting my insecurities get the best of me because I think, she’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. A-And that my life was been incredibly hard, for a long time, even longer than she could imagine.” He fidgeted and wiped his lips out of nervousness and anxiousness.

“But… But that does not excuse my behavior the other day and only now I’ve realized how sweet, kind and loving she has been and I- That I don’t want to let go of the feelings I felt when I was with her. Tell her to just, let me make it up to her by taking her out tonight…” Namjoon unclasped his hands and looked down whispering “…please.”

The receptionist was gobsmacked at the ramble Namjoon had just made but decided to close her mouth and do her job. “Ma’am. Namjoon says that he feels incredi-… Oh, you heard that.” There was a pause then the receptionist looked at Namjoon and said, “She asks where you are taking her.”

Namjoon smiled softly and said, “A place she has never been before.”

Namjoon grabbed Y/N’s hand as he led her to an abandoned large storage room. He opened the door and smiled looking at her, signaling her to come inside first. She looked up at the ceiling, scared that it would fall, but as Namjoon pulled down the switch, she was astonished at the stars in the ceiling that shined brightly, giving the room a soft, warm glow. Namjoon made his way toward her saying,

“It was built in the 60’s. The owner built it because he was furious, he couldn’t gaze up at the sky due to light pollution. It was only an idea at first, but then when his daughter got sick and couldn’t travel, so he decided to build it and bring the stars down for her.”

Y/N looked at him and smiled gently. Namjoon grabbed her hand and smiled “He was an astronomer, so he did his best to get every detail. When his daughter passed, he decided to open it for kids who were on the same boat as his daughter, so that they could be happy about seeing something beautiful in their worst time.” Y/N felt herself blushing and her smile fade away gently. Namjoon caressed her cheek gently with his thumb and pecked her lips softly.

“I forgive you…” She whispered softly near his lips as she pulled away. “But if you ever pull that stunt again-“ She was interrupted by soft kisses on her lips. His lips were soft and warm. He pulled away and shook his head. A silent promise that he wouldn’t do anything like that again.

He grabbed her hand and led her towards an abandoned 1962 Chevrolet convertible corvette roadster and opened the door for her. She smiled and thanked him. She giggled as he closed the door and went towards the driver’s side. She laughed as he moved the wheel and pretended that he was going to start it. She moved her hand towards the back of his neck and caressed his hair asking,

“Do you even have a license?”

Namjoon pretended to gasp and be offended then said “I’ll have you know! I have never even taken it due to my irrational fear of failure and driving.”

Y/N pretended to pout and hugged him close, pecking his cheek repeatedly, reassuring him that he does not need to know how to drive as he was already perfect the way he is. Namjoon smiled and looked at her. He felt his cheeks heat softly as he danced around her features with his gaze and caressed her cheek gently. He smiled gently as he didn’t think that tonight was going to end up the way he expected. Her smile faded gently, and her gaze softened. She whispered his name softly as her hand made towards his chest. He scooted closer towards her, their hips and legs now touching. The light was soft in her features, and it accentuated her beauty more if that was even possible. Namjoon put his arm on the seat and leaned in closer to kiss her.

He tilted his head softly to deepen the kiss, something she softly gasped at. At this, Namjoon took his chance and slid in his tongue. The sound of crickets and wind was soft as the sound of their kissing echoed slightly loud through the building. His hand gently touched her thigh, and he pulled away by asking if it was okay. She nodded and continued to kiss his neck gently, while Namjoon caressed her thigh gently, making his way up her inner thigh slowly. His other hand grabbing her cheek and making her look at him. He took in her features. How her cheeks reddened, how her lips looked pink and glossy, how her breath was shaking and how she looked at him like he was the most handsome person in the world.

He unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her zipper slowly, making sure that she wanted this as much as he did. His heart was beating quick, and he was afraid that she would notice. It has been a while since he has done anything, but he couldn’t imagine a better person for him than the woman in front of him. He leaned in and kissed her neck softly, then with his other grabbed the back of it to pull her closer. Her gasps were soft and short, and the way she held his shoulder let him know that he was doing something right. His index and fore fingers lightly touched her clothed slit. She whispered his name, which prompted him to pull away from her neck with a soft pop. He looked at her and whipped her bottom lip with his thumb while biting his lips.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered in a low octave.

Her legs trembled softly as he slowly made circles near her clit. He was teasing her, she knew it, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, in more ways than one. She opened her legs more, bringing down her pants to her ankles as he licked his fingers while looking at her. He leaned in and kissed her in a soft yet passionate way. He slid his finger over her panties and began to tease her slit gently. He groaned softly as he felt her getting wetter and wetter with each touch. He brought his fingers up and gently circled her clit, making her gasp and pull away from the kiss to look downwards.

He followed her gaze then looked at her whispering “Can I take off your panties, babygirl?” near her ear in a breathless talk. She nodded without hesitating, which prompted Namjoon to pull down her panties.

He hadn’t thought this through. The car is small, but he didn’t want to leave either of them disappointed, which prompted him to open the door to the driver’s side and guide her to lay down as he got her in a comfortable position. Taking off her pants and panties from her ankles, Namjoon then crawled towards her, kissing her softly as one hand was holding the passenger’s door and the other caressed her body. He grounded himself as he took both hands and opened her button shirt in one sweep.

Y/N giggled and touched his torso. Namjoon grabbed her hand and kissed her wrist saying “I wanna make you feel good first.”

She blushed then nodded inhaling softly. She felt him kissing her chest and uncuffing her bra. Without hesitation, she took off her bra and allowed him to kiss her breasts. As he licked her nipple gently, making circles and hardening his tongue as he licked up, his other hand twisted her nipples gently. She threw her head back moaning softly, to which Namjoon smirked at and then decided to suck on her nipple. She whimpered, looking down at him, her breathing was rigid and soft. He did the same treatment to the other nipple, taking his time with it. She felt his hand touch her cheek, which prompted her to turn her gaze towards him and press kisses on the palm of his hand. She felt his tongue twirl on her nipple as he sucked on it and his hand move close to her lips. She opened her lips wanting to suck on his fingers, but Namjoon had other plans. A soft pop followed by a groan was heard. There was a string of saliva on his lips as he looked down at her, taking in his work. She opened her eyes and whispered his name in between a soft moan.

Namjoon made his way in between her legs and kissed her inner thighs softly, taking in the warmth and softness of her skin. He looked up at her, only to find her covering her mouth slightly with her fingertips, her eyes glazy with lust and her cheeks red. She was beautiful. Namjoon lightly touched her thigh with his fingertip as he made his way up her thighs. She felt him softly kiss her core, his groans were slightly loud, and she felt her slit softly vibrate whenever he would groan. He grabbed her thighs and brought them to his shoulder; she gasped then moan slightly loud as he made his way up her nub and flick his tongue softly. He looked up at her and made an eight figure on her clit then kissed it softly. His kisses were loud and sloppy. All Namjoon could hear was her breathing hitching, the pitch of her voice getting higher as he worked his way around her core. He closed his eyes wanting this feeling to never end. The feeling of pleasuring someone he loves. Someone he wants to grow old with, someone he wants forever.

“Na-Namjoon, please~” Y/N moaned loudly looking at him and gripping his hair slightly.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl” he whispered near her core. His breath hitting it making her tremble slightly.

“I wanna cum on your mouth”

He smirked at this and lifted her hips slightly, lifting himself slightly, holding her up. Y/N began to move her hips to get to her high quicker, something Namjoon allowed. He didn’t mind her being needy, for now, because he knew this wouldn’t be the last time. It wouldn’t be the last time he ate her out, it wouldn’t be the last time he heard his name being moaned and whispered, it wouldn’t be the last time he would make her cum.

Namjoon continued to kiss her, but then went up her clit and sucked on it while twirling his tongue. Y/N whimpered and moaned loudly, gripping his hair slightly hard, something Namjoon moaned at.

“I-I’m c-“ She didn’t even get to finish her sentence as she felt her hips move upwards and twitch. Namjoon groaned softly as he lowers her body gently to the seats, kissing her inner thighs and caressing her body to bring her down from her high. Y/N touches his cheek which prompts Namjoon to look up at her and crawl his way up. He kisses her softly, lingering his kisses, not wanting the moment to stop.

His hand cups her jaw gently as his thumb caresses her cheek and his other fingers massage and caress the back of her neck and hair softly. She pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, as she looks into his eyes. He’s beautiful. His eyes were full of love, as if he has stars in them, they glistened, his lips were plumpy and pinkish red, this, along with his chin were adored in her juices. His cheeks were pink, and his hair was a mess. She felt herself gasp, not out of pleasure, but out of realization. The realization that she doesn’t want anybody else at that moment, only Namjoon. She wants to do everything with him, and she can’t help as her hands cup his cheeks and bring him for a kiss. This kiss was softer, gentler, as if to let her know that the feel was mutual. Their bodies were warm, sweaty, and soft. They didn’t want to leave the car, or the building.

Namjoon pulled away and looked at her as if she was his whole world. His smile was soft and gentle, his dimple making a gentle appearance. She chuckled softly as she cleaned his chin.

“Namjoon. Wanna spend the weekend with me?” She asked him then continued “My family is celebrating my parent’s anniversary and… I would like you to come if you want”. She whispered that last part, which made Namjoon chuckle a bit. Her cheeks reddened. This is embarrassing, what if he thinks she’s moving too fast?!

He pecked her cheek then her lips and said “Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anything less.”

She smiled and hugged his neck making him laugh softly. He sat up, grabbing her waist and making her sit on his lap. Y/N looked down at his hard member and bit her lip then looked up at him. He shook his head saying “Not today” then kissed her.

Y/N didn’t know about Namjoon as much as she would like to know. She only knows bits and pieces, which scares her, but also fascinates her. How can this person be interested in her? He is amazing, kind, sweet and generous. She found herself a catch and she didn’t want to let him go; she was finally happy. After years of dating with no luck, in comes this person and makes her feel like a goddess.

Namjoon feared rejection, but feeling their hands intertwined as they kiss. Hearing her scold, him for ripping some buttons on her shirt, helping her put on her panties, wrapping his coat around her body so that she’s covered, made him put away those fears. Walking her home made him feel like his old self. Hearing her voice telling him to spend the night. Waiting for her after her shower. Cuddling on her bed. Falling asleep with her in his arms. These are things he didn’t want to take for granted, he didn’t want to let go.

Y/N didn’t think she would be so excited to go to her parent’s house. They had separated a room just for her and Namjoon and she couldn’t wait any longer. She packed so much that it looked like she was staying a month rather than a weekend. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but to smile. She had done her make-up very lightly and decided to put on lip tint just in case Namjoon decided to kiss her (so that it wouldn’t smudge on neither of them). Her hair was done in a ponytail, but she had styled it in a way that she would show her natural curls, and her bangs framed her way perfectly, it gave her the innocent look she was wanting to show to Namjoon. She held in her laugher as she knew she was anything but. She liked that Namjoon had taken things slow with her, especially after he explained that he was leaving for Maine and how he wanted things to work out between them. She thought it was silly how he thought their relationship couldn’t work long distance, especially with the chemistry they had, but she understood his fears as sometimes long-distance relationships don’t always work.

When she picked him put, she got out of her car to help him, but he simply lifted his hand as if to signal her that he’s got it and got into the passenger door. He cupped her cheek and pecked her lips then smiled, something she blushed at. She couldn’t get over his smile. It was perfect to her. How are lips formed, how his dimple showed. The feelings she felt when she saw him smiling were indescribable to her, but she knew, it was something akin to love. As love makes you appreciate tiny and obscure details of a person, but she couldn’t tell that to him now. He would run away, for sure.

Going down roads made Namjoon scared. He remembers the dark road he took. How cold everything got and how the detailed snowflakes went down to the floor that night he was biking home. He remembers the gasp he let out when he went down the ditch, the pained groans that left his mouth as he went down it. How he tried his best to stop and how he landed face down on the ground. He remembered his breath coming out his mouth as he tried to grab his bicycle, thinking to himself that he had to come back home for his parents, and he remembers how his last breath was him whispering “Mom…”. Thinking about this made Namjoon scared. He gulped as he put on his seatbelt and looked at Y/N who grabbed his cheek and asked him if he was okay. He nodded and said

“Is it okay if I sleep on the way?” he bit his lip nervously.

She nodded and replied “It’s okay. I don’t mind” with a smile. She held his hand gently and he let it happen. It brought him warmth to know that she was besides him.

Y/N shook Namjoon awake and informed him they had arrived. Namjoon opened his eyes to see forest life around him, which made him smile. He loved being outdoors, something Y/N noted and was one of the reasons why she wanted to invite him. He got out first then opened the door for her, which made her smile and thank him. He chuckled when he saw her take out her luggage and noted that they were staying a weekend and not a whole month.

“I was too excited to just pick one thing!” She said smiling and chuckling.

He shook his head smiling taking her luggage as he didn’t want her to struggle on the way to the house. It was a two floored, wooden cabin. It looked cozy and warm. He exhaled softly looking at the cabin and smiled turning his head to look at her. She grabbed his hand and asked him if he was feeling better, something that he responded with a soft “yeah” and a nod. Y/N guided him towards the door and knocked, she reassured him that he didn’t have to be nervous, something which made him smile and caress her lower back with his hand gently, sensing that the nervous one was her.

Her dad opened the door and welcomed the couple in. Namjoon took out his hand and greeted the slightly older than middle aged man. Y/N’s father introduced himself and turned to his daughter’s luggage commenting on how they were only staying a weekend and not a month. Something which made her playfully pout and look at Namjoon. Who looked down and smiled trying to hold in his chuckles as he didn’t want to seem disrespectful to Y/N’s father.

“Where’s mom?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! She must be putting the finishing touches on the cookies; you know how she is.” Y/N’s father smiled then turned his head to say “Joy! Y/N’s here!” in a rather loud voice.

Namjoon’s smile disappeared when he turned his head and saw Joy. Something which she mirrored as well whispering a soft,

“Baekhyun?”

An awkward silence was prevalent in the house. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. She had never seen her mom look so speechless, and awestruck, almost a little flustered. She smiled softly and said,

“Mom… This is Junseo, my boyfriend” she looked at Namjoon for approval, to which he turned and smiled at her grabbing her waist reassuringly.

Joy chuckled, a bit flustered and looked at her husband then at Namjoon. “I’m- Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! Joy Y/L/N, nice to meet you!” she extended her hand for Namjoon to shake, something which he did and smiled politely at her.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… You look like an old friend his name was Baekhyun and, gosh! You two look exactly alike.”

Namjoon gulped and looked at Y/N then back at Joy saying “He’s my father, I’m told I’m a carbon-copy of him, though, I don’t really see the resemblance” He chuckled and looked at Y/N again.

“You- Wow… You even have his smile. How is he?”

“He… passed away a few years ago…”

A couple of voices expressing their sadness and sorrow echoed, which made Namjoon continue “He was one of the few that didn’t make it through the pandemic…”

“Oh… That’s so sad...” Joy said, her eyes filling themselves with sadness. “Your father was a brilliant man. He was so kind and very smart.”

“Now I know who Junseo takes over from.” Y/N commented.

“Alright, you kids go upstairs. Y/N, you and Junseo will take the guestroom.” Y/N’s father said offering to help Namjoon. Which Namjoon said that it was not necessary and thanking him for his offer, with a polite smile.

The couple entered the room, which made Y/N sigh in relief saying “That was weird… I promise my mom isn’t that weird. I don’t know what got over her.”

Namjoon sighed and smiled gently reassuring her with a soft peck on her cheek and telling her that he would unpack their things. Y/N nodded and asked Namjoon if he wanted to shower, which he shook his head and telling her that she should go first.

It was an excuse really. He needed a bit of space. As soon as he heard the shower running, he went out towards the balcony to get fresh air. Joy.

He remembered her. She was in Canada, in the year 1998. He didn’t intent to have anything to do with her, but he remembers their beginning and their end clearly. It was on a rather deserted road, Namjoon liked to cruise over it because of its scenery and flowers, he remembers the soft smell of grass hitting his nose, and how his commute to his work made him feel happy taking the long way to work (he always made sure to leave 10 minutes before so that he wouldn’t be late). He remembers going up the hill and seeing a woman out her car. She was beautiful, captivating really. The hood of her car was up, and if it wasn’t for his detail, he wouldn’t have even made an effort to stop.

“Do you need help?” He asked, which made her look up from her flip phone. She smiled and sighed in relief,

“Yeah! I wasn’t getting any signal here!”

“Yeah, you don’t get really good signal in this area. Mind if I take a look?”

Joy shook her head and let Namjoon do what needed to be done. He looked at her and then her driving stick. This let him have a light bulb moment.

“We can push start your car. It’s a standard, so, all you have to do is loose the break, I’ll give you a push, you pop your clutch, and you’ll take off.”

Joy smiled at this and nodded at his instructions. She got in the car, while Namjoon pushed from the back of it. Joy popped the car’s clutch when Namjoon instructed, which revved her engine and started the car. Joy screamed a “Thank you!” as she took off. Namjoon deflated his shoulders and mumbled a soft “Your welcome”.

As Namjoon turned around to grab his bicycle, he heard the car turn around, which made him look at the car approaching him and smile softly to himself. He moved his hair away from his face and he saw the car stop in front of him and Joy say

“I can’t let you ride all the way to the town alone. Hop in, as a thank you.”

He licked his lips and smiled at her taking her offer. As they drove towards the town, Namjoon learned that Joy had moved to Canada to take up her studies and how she was studying to be a pharmacist. The first five weeks, they remained as simply friends. Namjoon remembers how at first Joy told him that she only wanted friendship, which is something that Namjoon mirrored as he didn’t want to be in a relationship yet. However, as time pressed on, Joy and Namjoon started to develop feelings for each other. Namjoon remembers taking her to a harvest festival, carving a pumpkin with her, and being close to her, so much so that others would mistake them as a couple, something neither of them disputed. After a night in, Joy and Namjoon talked and decided that neither of them wanted to be just friends, and so, they became a couple.

Namjoon remembers their laughs together, how warm her hand felt with his. How she would laugh at his clumsiness. How his cheeks warmed up whenever she would dress up.

“Namjoon?” The voice of Y/N brought him back from his thinking. He smiled softly, turning around and looking at Y/N. She had dressed up in comfy clothes. Her hair was slightly wet, and her cheeks and nose were slightly red due to the coldness.

He quickly put the hoodie he was wearing on her and cupped her cheeks smiling softly. “It’s cold, you should put something a bit warmer, love.”

She leaned into his touch grabbing his waist gently before asking him “Are you okay? I know it was a bit awkward with mom but-“

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It just had me thinking about dad, that’s all.” He pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss on her temple.

He sighed gently, looking at the room and rubbing her back gently. He thought to himself that he should avoid spending alone time with Joy as to not arouse suspicion on who he really is. The though of Y/N came back to him, and how he introduced him as Junseo instead of Namjoon, honoring his request of only calling him Namjoon in private. It was like their secret, something Namjoon both hated and loved. He loved it because it meant, for him, that he didn’t have to put a front and pretend, however, he also hated it because he didn’t want to hide who he was anymore. Especially with Y/N. Namjoon found himself thinking that the promise of getting close to someone was broken when he met Joy, and how he didn’t allow himself to do that again, until he met Y/N. He began to think about the risk he was putting himself in, and how given the circumstances, he would have told Joy, but ultimately decided that their ways being separate was the best way for them. Much like he would have done with Y/N, however, he found himself longing more time with Y/N, and somehow wishing that she was in the same circumstances as he was. But in the deepness of his heart, Namjoon knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t wish this upon someone he loved, especially not Y/N, even if it meant spending eons together, Namjoon couldn’t put Y/N in the same misery that he was in before he met her. Of loneliness and sorrow before a ray of sunshine like her greeted him.

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dear reader,

i'm m00ri, a soon-to-be webnovel creator. anime has been my go-to escape, (honestly speaking, i couldn't tell cartoons and anime apart), but the first anime that hooked me was kirarin revolution, and ever since, i've been a hopeless romantic. i mostly enjoy josei, seinen, romance, horror, psychological, and thrillers.

some of my favorites: 91 days, shingeki no kyojin, babylon, fruits basket, yuukoku no moriarty, jibaku shounen hanako-kun, violet evergarden, wotaku ni koi wa muzukashii, vanitas no carte, kimi ni todoke, boku dake ga inai machi, perfect blue, kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteru, monster, bungo stray dogs

let's jump into the world of reading <3

as a future creator, i read a bit of everything, steering clear of anything too steamy. i'm into reincarnation, villainess, revenge, historical fiction, romance, horror, psychology, and thrillers.

here are some of my favorites: omniscient reader, a guide to proper dating, seasons of blossom, like wind on a dry branch, chasing tails, a chance at last, ao haru ride, hirunaka no ryuusei, see you in my 19th life, my in-laws are obsessed with me, the villainess is a marionette, my life as an internet novel, purple hyacinth, blue period, after school lessons for unripe apples, saving my sweetheart, the fantasie of a stepmother

it was really nice to meet you!!

until next time,

m00ri x

[gogoani]

Some Beautiful Anime Couples

Longpost

Couples when both the Girl and the Guy are Beautiful & Handsome 😍

[moonlightchildz]

it's definitely you; k.t

writer: @moonlightchildz

summary: "Was it you who I’ve been searching for? Spent my life alone and waited for? So tenderly and endlessly you made me whole, the walls I built they melt away with every touch in your embrace every day, every night, every note I play you made me whole, you made me whole..." - Zero, LMYK

i was deeply inspired after watching blue spring ride, hope you enjoy :)

date: december 28th, 2021

word count: 29.2k (it's a huge monstrosity, i know hehe)

tw: M 18+, SMUT, creampie, use of recreational drug (weed), alcohol consumption, slight spit play (if you squint rlly), they fuck on a balcony, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, oral m. receiving, taehyung is possessive, minors dni

a soft breath of air emits from your lips once you notice the drops of water beginning to pick up pace. you lean back against the cool wall, watching other students curse underneath their breaths before running off to find shelter within covered walls. you didn’t predict the outcome of today’s weather, but yet again no one did either. after all, it happened to be sunny without a cloud dotting the sky as you entered your first class of the day.

now it was a little after two in the afternoon and the sky was grey, the sun hiding behind the covered clouded sky. you didn’t mind the rain, in fact, you genuinely loved it. the smell of wet earth, and the way the rain felt against your skin; it was cool and refreshing all at once. without another thought, you made sure your phone was protected within your notebooks - even if it was a waterproof phone - you would not take the risk. your phone was your baby and therefore required safety in return.

before stepping out into the rain, you glanced down at your outfit. you figured your dirty converse had suffered enough as they were already, but it was water. free cleaning service, you thought. dressed in mom jeans and a long sleeve crop top, you stepped out into the rain. you had your earphones plugged in as you began strolling down the pavement, feeling each droplet grace your skin.

you spread out your arm, hand upside with your palm sticking out to catch rain on it. you watched as rain pelted down your hand, marveling at how the water slipped through your fingers. it felt serene, seeing as it calmed you down as the rain managed to pick up some more. inhaling the wet earth scent, you went on about, rounding the corner of the first building. you knew the bus stop was just a few blocks away, but as of now you felt your socks starting to get soggy from the puddle you had previously stepped in, and that feeling is never nice. thunder rumbled throughout the sky and that meant lightning would follow. as much as you loved the rain, you and lightning weren’t on best terms, considering you could be a walking magnet right now for it. so you climbed up the stairs to seek for temporary refuge, at least until the rain slowed down enough for you to keep walking.

there was a pillar between the building. you calmly went on the right side, noting a stranger was on the left side with the same misfortune as you. you dropped your bag, your earphones ripped away carelessly as you slid down the brick wall. there was a slight breeze and you shivered, reprimanding yourself for not bringing a damn jacket at least.

“um, are you cold?”

you blinked, and then your eyes flickered over to the source of sound. you slightly crawled forward, tilting your neck out to see a pair of pretty dark brown eyes meet yours. you shook your head in response, and a small boyish smile tugged at his lips, making you wonder what amused him in that moment. it’s just to him, seeing you with big doe eyes peering up at him, halted him for a second. he hadn’t expected to see such a pretty girl.

“how come you walked in the rain?” he promptly questioned you, mimicking your movements as well. he sat down, crossing his long legs as he leveled his body with his hands pressed behind him.

you sat up, knees pressed against the pavement as this stranger peered up at you now.

“I don’t mind it,” you said earnestly, running a hand through your damp hair. “and I don’t have car.”

“ah,” was his response.

“what about you?” you tilted your head, eyeing him from head to toe. he was completely drenched and his hair was damp, the type that made his hair wavy.

“my bike got stolen.”

oh my. you blinked once, then twice. when he didn’t backtrack on it, you bit down on your lip, detaining yourself from laughing. “what a-uh misfortune.”

“s’okay,” he shrugged, side eyeing you. he probably noted the way amusement glimmered within your eyes. “they were getting back what I had taken from them.”

now this made your eyebrows raise in pure disbelief. with your hands raised, you said, “see now I don’t feel bad anymore.”

“I figured,” he squinted his eyes at you. “so you were finding my misfortune a source of entertainment huh?”

“well, given that you stole that bike in the first place gives me a piece of mind that karma bit you right on the ass.”

“and come to think I would have given you a ride on my bike.” he teased lightly, a grin lacing his lips.

You raised an eyebrow at his implication and said, “Just steal another bike and maybe I’ll say yes next time.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course,” you nodded, and raised a finger. “But only if I get to wear a cute helmet and if it has one of those ringing bells. Only then would I accept your offer.”

“I’ll make sure to steal a prettier bike next time then.”

you smiled as you glanced down at your knees. your hands were in front of you now, fiddling with your fingers as you let your hair cover the side of your face. he was honestly really handsome. chiseled features, slight pouty lips, such lively eyes that held a thousand stories, and a pretty smile that contained unspoken words. it was the kind of smile that made your heart flutter, but only a little bit.

“looks like it’s clearing up a bit.”

The bus should be stopping soon.

you hummed in return, and without turning to face him you spoke, “nice meeting you, bike stealer. hopefully next time you leave those poor children alone.”

you stood up, dusting the dirt from your knees as you gathered your bag and earphones. he laughed and watched as you ran your painted fingers through your hair. emerald green, that was the color on your nails.

“can’t do that anymore.” he cheekily replied, watching how you turned and quirked an eyebrow. “after all i promised a ride to a very pretty girl.”

you laughed and he had to blink a couple of times to get the sound of your laughter from his head, it echoed throughout his clouded brain. he leaned forward as you simply began walking away now, waving at him. you didn’t bat an eye on him until you halted, then midway turned to face him. Your eyes were squinted, smile as sweet and bright as he has ever witnessed in his life.

“goodbye bike stealer,” you smiled, your eyes widening from finding his gaze on you already. the sight of him already glancing at you made your cheeks warm.

“goodbye pretty girl.” In return, the handsome stranger smiled back at you, his eyes glimmering a myriad of emotions within those pretty brown eyes of his. you wondered if you would ever see him again given that this was your first time seeing him on campus.

as you rounded the corner you couldn’t help but peer over your shoulder just for old times’ sake. he was no longer there.

days blur by as you occupy yourself with work, homework, and friends. it’s two am when you find yourself walking towards the nearest convenience store. it’s a full moon tonight and the breeze hits just right as you tug on your sleeves. your hair is up in a low ponytail, mismatched earrings clipped at your ears, and you’re sporting an old band tee that’s tied up from the back, showcasing your figure.

when you enter the convenience store, you’re greeted by the friendly cashier. eunwo was his name, you believed. he was really handsome and you could never utter a word out to him because of it. you immediately turn down the aisle, fingers tracing the products as you reach the destination. once you finally pick out the noodles you’ve been craving, you come to a halt. For some odd reason, your eyes follow a certain silhouette enter the store, light brown hair covering those dark brown eyes.

“hey, eunwoo,” you overheard a deep voice greet the cute cashier. “mind if I put tonight on the tab?”

Eunwoo waved him off, grinning at him. “have at it.”

Then, his eyes peered up and the first thing they land on is you. you immediately glance away, cheeks warming. he probably doesn’t even remember you and you were caught hardcore staring at him right now. after all, the bike stealer incident seemed more like a fever dream. there was no way you would see him here out of all the damn places in the world. You kept your attention in front of the noodle section, opting for grabbing another one too.

“are you high?”

You blinked once, then twice, and then slightly turned your head towards the sound of voice. The first thing you noticed was how you had to slightly glance up to even make direct contact. The second was that he had approached you himself and seemed to have remembered you, now this made the lit up flame inside you roar with such giddiness. However his approach had you bemused because just how could he tell that you weren’t exactly sober.

“uh what makes you say that?”

“your eyes are half lidded, plus I have a radar for potheads, and I’m quite the detector.”

a giggle left your mouth and you shamelessly shrugged. “I just came here for some noodles, but here you are instead.”

you stood on your tippy toes, trying to glance over his shoulder as you teased, “no bike, huh?”

“actually,” he began to grin and you turn towards him, seeming a bit in trance from being so up close to him. you knew he was handsome, however being high managed to emphasize just how dashing this man really was. His lashes were long to the point they met his skin every time he blinked.

he pointed over to the glass window. a cute emerald green bike rested there; it even had a basket!

“wanna go for a ride now?”

“I see no helmet though.”

“You can literally see it hanging inside the basket.”

“A cute one though.” You pointed out knowingly.

He rolled his eyes. “It has a little bell though,” he threw in, watching as your eyes lit up in pure excitement.

“there’s a park like a few blocks away.”

Okay so he knew the area, which probably meant he either lived closed by or just knew his streets well enough. The answer was clear in your head. No. After all you didn’t know this man and kidnappers still existed. However your best friends had your location on and they knew you were coming here.

The answer was a no, however what left your lips was, “okay I’m sold.”

“Let me pick some snacks first, meet me in the front.”

“Okay,” you easily complied, gathering your noodles and picking up your own favorite condiments, including a mango drink. You grabbed some chips and some other sweets since the munchies were poking at your stomach strings right now, begging to eat something already. Each food item chanted at you eat me, pick me, choose me.

Once you were satisfied with what you had picked out, you went straight to the counter where Eunwoo was already checking out the bike stealer.

“oh, and include this too please.”

With one arm, he gathered all of your items and pushed them forward.

“uh, don’t tell me you’re planning on stealing my snacks too,” you teased him and he turned and stuck out his tongue at you like a god damn child.

“I will be actually, then ill make sure to eat them in front of you and call it a night.”

“I’ll murder you.”

He cupped his ear, leaning down towards your height. “Is that a threat I hear?”

Instead of backing away, you stepped forward, lips ghosting the outer shell of his ear as you whispered, “A threat, a promise, and a reality where children will be able to ride their bikes in peace.”

Whatever he had on the tip of his tongue, it got swallowed back as he felt the ghost of your lips tickle his ear.

“I’d very much would be pleased.”

He turned, and this time you held your breath. He was inches apart from you and your hand itched to cup the side of his face. To be able to touch him and see his reaction, but then the cashier cleared his throat. You both practically repelled against each other, looking anywhere but at one or the other. The bike stealer collected all of the items and thanked him before beckoning you to follow. And like a bee to a flower, you happily buzzed your way over to him.

“Wear my helmet.”

“No, it’s ugly and doesn’t match my outfit.”

You heard him deeply inhale, but still didn’t relent. His helmet was ugly and you’d be caught dead wearing that.

“If we fall, you’re gonna bash your head and frankly I don’t wanna pay your hospital bill.”

“How charming,” you drawled out, taking the helmet from him. “Never in my life have I ever met such a gentleman.”

He extended his arm out, indicating you to hop on into the basket. “M’lady.”

You curtsied and jumped in, legs swinging slightly beneath you. You weren’t exactly short, but neither tall.

You spread out your arms and felt the breeze envelope you, your hair blowing in the wind. it nipped at your skin and you’ve never felt so alive. laughter emitted from your lips as you felt every sensation within your body. you dangled your feet, resting against the metal steering. you glanced up at him, eyes closed and a cheesy, drunken smile painted your lips. he almost swerved the both of you into the lake.

Once you both arrived at the park, he balanced the bike as you hopped off the basket. your eyes flickered over to the sky, unaware of the man baffled by your beauty. he watched as you laid on the grass, eyes wandering over to the star filled sky. the moon shone brightly, reflecting dim lighting off the lake. water softly overlapped and he basked it all in. the comfortable silence between the both of you, the cicadas from far away, and the way he noticed the flowers surrounding you. it seemed as they had began to bloom already.

you slurped at your noodles, your tummy content with the delicacy you were feeding it now after all the waiting.

“what’s your name?”

you softly replied, seeming enamored by the scene surrounding you. “what’s yours?”

“taehyung.”

“taehyung,” you slowly pronounced it, missing the way he stared at your lips as you did so. “i like it.”

“thanks,” he smiled, missing the way you glanced at his lips, and prominent cheekbones. he began eating away his sandwich, chips opened and placed in the middle between the both of you to share. in return, you opened yours and did the same.

“so which child did you have to fight for that bike?” you prompted, seeming genuinely curious.

He held back a snort. “my sister.”

“tell your sister she has good taste then.” You nodded in approval, eyes glimmering with praise. Perhaps, green was your favorite color?

you kept prompting him, curiosity getting the best of you. “is the helmet hers or yours?”

“mine.”

you sighed in distaste, “knew it.”

you noted the way his face slightly scrunched up in distaste. “you know maybe I’ll just make you walk back.”

“do that and the next child without a bike to take back home will be you, taehyung~”

“you ma’am are seriously beautiful while threatening me like that.”

“I-“ you choked on your noodles, eyes widening as you spurt out, a coughing fit beginning to take over you.

“oh my god,” he immediately grabbed his drink and handed it to you, opening it up before placing it in your slender hands. “open up and drink it dummy.”

“you jerk,” you coughed up and took the drink from his hands, the pad of his fingers ghosting your skin.

how could he openly flirt with you like that? And while you’re eating!

“noted, call you beautiful to shut you up.”

“I hate you.”

He smiled because taehyung knew that in fact, you didn’t mean that at all.

“Care to fucking explain just where the hell did you go at 2 am?” Your best friend yelled at you. “It’s five in the morning!”

the dopey smile you had on was immediately replaced with a scowl. it was five in the morning so just why the hell is she being so loud for.

“I texted you I was fine,” you waved her off, continuing from slipping off your shoes on the welcome mat.

“at least you came back for a sweater this time.”

your hands traced it, and you sighed. your doe eyes glimmering with a trace of unbeknownst emotion. it was certainly arising warning bells inside your friend’s mind.

“wanna smoke a doobie before bed?”

“yeah, already have one rolled up c’mon. we don’t wanna wake up Sena.”

your other half was probably sound asleep right now. perhaps you’ll make some coffee for her before you go back to bed. yep, you’d do just that. you trailed after your friend, quietly opening the balcony doors for you both to step outside. it was five in the morning, between dawn and the morning light. the colors always tended to change from a navy dark blue, to a pinkish purple as the sun began to arisen. it was absolutely the best part of waking up early, or really going to sleep that late, whoops. that and being in comfortable silence with your best friend, passing the blunt as the both of you inhaled the spring breeze.

it was the weekend so all three of you were home, away from your own responsibilities for just a tiny bit. the weekend meant take out, anime, and great company.

“so what are we eating tonight?” Nari asked, watching the sky as you took drags from the blunt.

“I don’t know, it’s Sena’s turn to pick.”

“take out or dine in?”

it was silent for a second before you both said in unison, “take out.”

“cool, I’ll set an alarm for noon.” You decided and you heard a nort leave her mouth.

“which we all know will be snoozed until like two in the afternoon.”

“whatever,” you mumbled underneath your breath, smoke emitting from your lips as you passed her the blunt.

she was right though. it was two thirty something once you opened your eyes. your room was still dark, dim lighting from the sun barely peeking through your curtains. you stretched, covers entangled within your legs as you stare up at the ceiling in wonderment. did last night really happen? or was it all a dream?

bike stealer - fyi i do need my sweater back

bike stealer - and to see you again

you clutched your phone to your chest, grinning from ear to ear. it definitely wasn’t. you move your head towards your left side, in your chair hangs his sweater there. it reminded you of just hours ago, how his fingers felt against yours as he handed you his sweater. something about ‘don’t want you catching a cold and blaming it on me now’.

“wanna meet up at school?” you read out loud, and the possibility of seeing him again made your heart pound just a bit harder than before.

It’s eight in the morning when you walk into campus. Already, as you walked out the kitchen with a hop to your step, both of your best friends glanced at each other, eyebrows raised. There was just no way you were that content in the morning. Plus, your make up was all done, hair straightened to perfection, and you were wearing your flower earrings – the ones that were reserved for a good day ahead of you. And, get this, you were leaving for class on time for once in your goddamn life.

“Kay, bye chicas. I’ll see you at dinner.” You yelled as you walked out the door.

You spot him before he sees you so you slow down your pace upon glancing over at him. He seems to be interested in whatever the other person is telling him. His eyes are holding direct eye contact, deep in thought and then he is smiling profoundly. Messy tussled hair keeps getting in the way so he pushes it back with his elegant hands. You notice the rings, the charm bracelets that adorn his wrist, and the piercings on both of his ears. Your heart does a sigh already. Not even down the hallway, his eyes shift over to the crowd, landing directly on you first out of everyone.

You hear people behind calling out his name, also specifically walking down towards him.

But he’s already bidding goodbye to his friend, you assumed, since he starts walking towards the people who called out for him.

You immediately hold down the items you had in your hand. It was a pastry and coffee from your favorite bakery. You both had mutually agreed to meet up, but with the condition to bring breakfast for each other and the return of his favorite sweater of course. However you were currently wearing his said sweater, it complimented your very detailed and styled outfit, or so you thought. His gaze was numbing and overpowering honestly. It was no secret that he was so incredibly attractive. He knew it damn well too.

And then he’s digging through his bag, carefully retrieving something from it. He finally reaches you, stops, and grabs a hold of your hand to lead you out of the oncoming crowd.

“Where is he going?” you overheard a voice say, sounding a bit frustrated even.

“You look really cute today,” he casually praises you, voice smooth like butter. “What’s that in your hands?” He continues, eyeing the food with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Breakfast,” you simply replied, handing it to him. Your eyes finally glance up towards his, taking him in from up close. “Good morning.”

He takes it from you, saying, “Now it is, good morning to you too.”

In return, he hands you a croissant with bacon, eggs, and ham. As he hands you a drink, he bops your nose with his slender finger. He pays no mind to his friendly ways, but you are on sensory overload already and it’s not helping your case at all.

“damn, you didn’t choke this time.” He spoke up, referring to the other night where you were choking because he called you beautiful. That night felt surreal even till this day. You’ve had heard you were beautiful countless of times, but the way he said it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world had made you fall asleep with a smile on your face that night.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “I see you have a choking kink, Taehyung. I won’t feed into your fetish from now on.”

This time he was the one to choke on his food. You motioned to his drink, in a teasing tone you cooed out, “here, open up and drink it dummy.”

“First you threaten me, then you openly share your kinks with me,” he was shaking his head, a grin already appearing on his lips. “You tend to surprise me every day.”

“Yeah and just for that you’re not getting your sweater back from me.”

He picks at your side, eyes gliding down your legs. Guess the skirt was a really good choice today. You playfully swung around the flaps that covered your arms and hands completely. “See, I would give it back but I’m cold and forgot mine.”

His eyes met yours once again, a cocky grin laced on his pretty face. “You’re quite forgetful, huh?”

You shrugged, not really caring since the sweater was already yours now. “Sue me.”

His eyes were on yours as a hand of his gently picked at a side of the sweater, slowly lifting it a bit, tugging you towards him. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening, and heart drumming. He had to lean down, keeping himself at bay but at such a dangerous distance. Your feet were practically between his now. You absolutely refused to make eye contact with him, or else he would definitely note how incredibly flustered he could easily make you be. However Taehyung could do anything to you, and you’d let him. He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze so you could see the burning ember within his eyes.

A grin was laced on his angel face, muttering out, “you look better with it anyway.”

And with that said, he brushed your bottom lip ever so softly with his thumb before letting go of you at once, walking away with your peace of mind.

It was after your last class that you found him down the corridor. You averted your gaze elsewhere. He had invaded your thoughts all day, his touch imprinted on your skin. Your notes were scribbles full of whatever subject of the day, and his fucking name.

With earphones plugged in, you decided it would be better to just go home and get started on the assignments that were bound to be due soon. You were quick to notice how Kim Taehyung was always surrounded by a crowd, all genders rotating around his sole existence and friends. He was always quiet though, occasionally chiming in and even then all eyes would be on him, admiring the pretty man in front of them. There was just this aura he gave off to everyone. He pulled and lulled everyone in like a daunting sweet dream that even you wanted to indulge within.

You glanced up from your phone, and within those seconds his eyes were already on you. You simply smiled and kept walking past him, watching how he was laughing at something someone said. Except before you could fully pass him, an arm shot out, carefully and rather gently stopping you in your tracks.

“Woah there,” he was grinning already at you, slender hand wrapped around your arm to detain you in your place. “Don’t think that you can run away without me now, mhm?”

Eyes were on you now, and that made you incredibly anxious.

“Oh, then by all means,” you smiled back at him immediately, extending your hand out to him. “Lead the way.”

He quickly steered you away, noting the way your shoulders stiffed up at the abrupt attention. His entire frame hid your pretty self from everyone, and he never once glanced back at them before speaking softly, “After you.”

It was away from everyone where he began to say rather bashfully begin uttering out, “so my friend is throwing this party and I was wondering if you wanted to come...with me.”

“a party?” you internally cringed. It wasn’t that you hated going out, but your social battery took a lot to recharge and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be surrounded by people you didn’t know. But yet again, he was going to be there. He didn’t drain you, nor was capable.

“I’d be down,” you decided. “How well do you know this person?”

“Let’s just say he’s a really good friend of mine.”

——

Taehyung does a blatant double take at the sight of you. Your friend is fixing up some light make touches and he’s greedily taking you all in. A louis blue satin dress paints your skin like art. A couple jewel beads decorate your hair, and you even managed to braid some sections of your hair into thin ones while the rest of your hair falls into waves. He doesn’t miss the long butterfly earrings, or the shades of blue and silver on your eyeshadow. Or the fact that your lips are shining with gloss to the point where he wants to pull you into his arms and not let anyone else see you like this. Of course he doesn’t say this out loud, but his eyes were feasting and he felt like a dickhead for trying to preserve you just for him.

Courtesy to your best friend, Sena, for the full make over. Trust her to bring out the beauty within you so effortlessly and magically so. She’s cheering you on, reminding you how precious you are and to only accept princess treatment. Yes, ma’am!

As you both arrive, Taehyung leads you inside the two story home. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, keeping you in his eyesight no matter what. His fingers itch to just curl up against your palm, to tangle them within yours to see how you would respond. People pass by, greeting him with simple hellos and handshakes. Someone is conversing with him when a stranger bumps into you from behind, sending you forward onto his back. You turn your head to the side as your body presses against his side. he lifts his right arm to see you there, smiling rather bashfully at him. He was wearing grey and the last thing you wanted was to stain his clothes with your make up. Also, there was no way in hell you were going let your make up get fucked up, not when it took hours!

Taehyung then proceeded to sling his arm around your shoulders, not missing the way you cutely shuffled into his side. He goes up to another guy whose smile resembles a pretty heart.

“You actually came,” he sounded surprised, and then his eyes land on you. “And who is this pretty lady?”

You utter your name out, leaning your head into Taehyung’s chest as you do so. His hand slides down your arm, fingers playing with your bracelets with such profound amusement.

“This is my pretty girl,” Taehyung bats an award winning smile and you bit down on your lip to suppress the shit eating grin already lacing your lips. You don’t miss the way the guy raises both his eyebrows in pure shock.

“That’s my friend I was telling you about, Hoseok. He and Jimin are the ones throwing this party.”

“Oh! Nice to meet you,” you smiled and Taehyung wants nothing more than to take you away. To have you in these moments for himself because he was one selfish bastard. It didn’t help that Hoseok was eyeing you from head to toe, obviously loving what was in front of him.

His hand rather slowly trailed down your arm, fingers lingering on the dip of your curve, even teasingly playing with the necklace that was wrapped around your delicate, off limits, and tempting belly. Yes, his hands were large enough to encase your body, and yes, his touch felt like a warm candle flame from afar, stirring you completely up.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Hoseok cleared his throat, eyes flickering over to your face, noting how your cheeks had reddened. Taehyung on the other hand seemed quite smug, pleased at how you were reacting to him.

“Hey! Stop hogging her, I wanna meet her too.”

A red head sauntered in, playfully shoving his shoulder into Taehyung before he turned and faced you directly. He had both hands shoved into his jeans and his bare arms were covered in hand made bracelets matching his outfit. His eyes flickered from your lips, up towards your eyes where you felt the intensity behind his clear analysis of you. He sported a ripped crop top that came up to his mid abdomen. Pierced nose from both sides, a hoop and a tiny heart adorning it.

“I’m Jimin.” He introduced himself, his plush lips turning into half a smile. He was pretty for sure, but after you told him your name, you turned towards Taehyung and watched how he grinned down at you. It was already a moment of weakness that had registered in your mind. His playful grin instantly made you feel warm and a bit lightheaded. Jimin may be pretty, but Taehyung was ethereal beauty in a human form.

“Nice to finally meet you.”

Where all these pretty men coming from? First Hoseok, and now Jimin?

“Likewise,” you smiled at him.

“So since I know Tae won’t do it, I’ll take the privilege of introducing you to the group.”

“No need,” his hand shot out, blocking Jimin from nearing you any further. “Where the rest?”

“Oh?” Jimin was smirking now, head tilted, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “Well, okay then. They’re downstairs, you know how everyone is.”

“Can you bring me a beer?” he then tells Jimin and he simply rolls his eyes but complies anyway.

“All right," Jimin sighed, a pout forming on his lips. "Nice seeing you, love." He said that with full eye contact with you. your heart almost gave out by the way he was glancing at you.

“Jimin," Taehyung began, a slight warning tone to him now. Jimin's laugh echoed as he mockingly saluted his friend before dispersing into the crowd.

Taehyung let out a soft exhale of a breath before regaining his composure. He extended his hand out to you and without batting an eye, you accepted it rather tentatively so. No words were exchanged as he led the both of you through the crowd, down towards a set of carpeted stairs that lead to a basement. Though just as you reached the bottom step, you watched how Taehyung greeted a tall, beefy man that was guarding the entrance with a couple of other people who you've vaguely seen around campus.

"Ah look who it is," they greeted him with familiarity. Wonho was the name that emitted from Taehyung's lips, among with Jackson, Baekhyun, Yeonjun, and Eunwoo.

On what seemed like the entrance of the area, there were two huge double doors that opened from the inside. A crimson maroon colored love seat sat against the creamy beige wall and in front of it was a round glass table with chairs occupying the empty sides of it. You noted an ash tray, a rolling tray as well, a jar full of weed, and some cigarettes. Bottles of liquor were on there too, some of them were already empty while others were poured into shots that were being shared.

“My man,” Jackson pulled Taehyung into a tight embrace. "I've missed you, where the hell have you been?"

Taehyung patted his back before pulling away and taking a step away. Judging by how all eyes immediately zoomed in on you, your guess was that Taehyung's wide and broad shoulders were basically hiding your existence until he had moved.

“Oh?”

"Eyes over here," Taehyung immediately said, his arm reaching out for you to take. Despite being a nervous wreck on the inside, you confidently strode towards him, fingers wrapping around his bicep as he straightened himself.

"Meet my pretty girl everyone, I'll be bringing her around more so treat her with respect and with care." His eyes glimmered with undefined emotion that you couldn't quite pinpoint in that moment.

You shyly introduced yourself and everyone greeted you enthusiastically, but rather carefully.

"Ah, you're the girl who comes in at the convenience store, right?" Eunwoo spoke up, suddenly remembering you. "Mango juice girl!"

"Ahh," you laughed, trying not to die on the inside. It was no secret that you loved mango juice since you bought it every single time with honey drizzle and jello. "Yeah, that's me." you awkwardly aimed finger guns at him.

"Funny seeing you without a uniform," you continued, amazed at how tiny your world was. "I don't think I've seen you on campus either."

"Well I have," he shrugged with indifference. "Since the beginning of the semester actually. Now I get to see you here too." He smiled warmly at you and you flushed.

"Shots everyone?" Baekhyun suddenly announced, handing one to Taehyung and you first. "Let's welcome our special guest of the night on three."

After three, all shot glasses were clinked together and you couldn't help but watch as how Taehyung downed it in seconds, alcohol spilling a bit from his lips. Dark eyes flickered over to you in that instant, and all you did was gulp it down as he slowly ran the pad of his thumb over it.

"Ready?"

You nodded, never letting go off him as you both waved at the group of men and stepped inside the basement. Compared to the chaos happening upstairs you were glad he took you in here since it seemed like a whole other atmosphere. There was a huge cinema in here along with red, thick seats that faced upon the screen right in the middle of this grandiose room. A console was hooked up to it since people were laughing, yelling enthusiastically, and taking shots every single time one of them lost. They were playing Mario crash bros. On the far right, there was a bar with a mini set up dance floor and people were dancing, some playing limbo. On the left, there were some black marbled countertops placed with food and snacks on them.

“Why’d you send Jimin away if there’s a bar in here?” you dryly asked him upon seeing the bar, and Taehyung simply grinned.

“That’s code for get the fuck out of my face.”

A laugh emitted from your lips. You figured you'd use that from now on with your own best friends. Though knowing them, they'd most likely return with the said drink to trigger your annoyance even more, It was a given after all, those two women you called soul sisters knew you better than anyone else besides your family.

"Let me introduce you to rest of them, I promise they aren't dickheads. Well, they are to me, but not to you."

"Nice of you to finally fucking join us," A mint haired man with a precious gummy smile was the first one to say something. "Ah, and who is this?"

His interest was definitely piqued, attracting the other four, brooding hot men.

"Yoongi, Joon, Jk, Jin," Taehyung drawled out slowly, eyeing each and every one of them. "I want you to meet, y/n. She's the one I mentioned earlier, remember?"

"I definitely do," Yoongi responded with a knowing smirk. "Nice to finally put a face to that pretty name of yours."

"How about a drink?" JK, or Jungkook, prompted, trying to ease your nerves. "Hit me with whatever, miss."

"Something fruity with a shit ton of vodka," you raised a finger, catching his attention. "And lime please."

He nodded, an idea forming in his mind already. "Gimme a few then."

"I forgot to grab the drinks from the car," Taehyung cursed slightly and began fishing for his keys in his pocket. After finding them, he leaned in towards you, voice low and soothing. "I'll be right back, okay? It'll only be a few, but I'll be super quick."

"In the meanwhile, I'll steal her from you." Yoongi teased him, and Taehyung simply gave him a knowing look. Yoongi rolled his eyes, nodding him away. He then excused himself momentarily and followed Taehyung.

“You know, Tae rarely brings someone over,” Jk began, tattooed hands busy with mixing your drink with a cocktail shaker. "This is the first time I've ever seen him bring anyone over so I was surprised to see you."

"I have you for our Econ class right?" you recalled, and he nodded. The idea of Taehyung being friends with the biker stunned you. He had a variety of friends, no wonder he was loved thoroughly around campus. "I didn't know you were friends with Taehyung."

"Likewise," he replied, still analyzing you. "Leave it to our Taehyung to set eyes on the quiet one."

"How come you don't talk to anyone?" you prompted, curious about him. Jungkook was highly intelligent, but always reserved himself around others. You only ever saw him whenever you arrived and left campus given that he parked next to your car. That was before it broke down and you were forced to ride public transfer that same day you met Taehyung.

Strange indeed.

"I don't like wasting my time on people," he bluntly answered, straight to the point. "I usually can tell when someone is there to stay and not play games. You waste time on someone who doesn't deserve it, and end up burnt out."

All you could do was sit there, listening to his explanation, stunned. Sure you were quiet around strangers, but you loved socializing when comfortable around them. You figured he's speaking not from experience, but perhaps as a spectator. It showed in the way he made your drink with hesitance, even when he had offered himself. Someone as reserved as him wouldn't display a flaw of his with a mere stranger so quickly. No, this was a warning.

"I've seen what it does to someone, so all I'm saying is that don't let me be wrong about you."

And there it was.

Your eyebrows furrowed in bemusement, "And what exactly is that suppose to me--"

"Here," he pours the drink into a glass, slides it down towards you, and walks away. You stare down at your drink, bewildered by the turn of events. He greets Yeonjun on the other side, immediately getting to work on another drink.

"I'm back."

You jumped, startled a bit. Taehyung's breath ghosted the side of your neck, his proximity giving you a scent of his cologne as his arm wrapped around your side. Your eyes watched his hand graze your skin, his rings defining his slender and long pretty fingers. He opens his hand, twirls the straw for you to see before gesturing towards you. At this point you are watching him only. His brown eyes ardently gaze down at you, and you almost turn away because you know that he's quick on noting your body language towards him.

"To match your dress and make up," he lowly said, his breath tickling your skin. It's a silvered straw with a blue butterfly pinned on the side. In that moment, your heart fluttered a bit at the thought of genuinely catching this prince's eye.

"I love it," you sincerely meant it, giving him the go ahead. He inserts it in your cup and breaks away from you, gesturing towards it.

"They treating you nice?" he raised an eyebrow at you.

"You were gone for only a few minutes," you took a sip from your drink, finding the taste fruity. It was a combination of tangy and sweetness. What a nice contradiction, you thought. You loved it already.

"But your friends are pretty cool." you told him, downing the remainder of your drink already. "Hey JK!" you got his attention, "mind making me another?"

He took in your empty glass, turned towards Taehyung, and cocked his head. "On it."

"Look what I brought our guest," Yoongi came striding back in. It was a plate of creamy chipotle pasta topped with parmesan cheese and chicken. It looked mouthwatering.

"We typically reserve my cooking for our group, so please enjoy. Consider it on the house for the night."

"I am definitely devouring that right now," you confessed with utmost joy, grabbing the plate from his hands. "Thank you so much, Yoongi."

"And what about me?" Jungkook pouted at him. He sat down your drink and crossed his arms against his chest. "Doesn't the bartender deserve a meal?"

"I already knew you were going to complain," Yoongi groaned in return, waving him away from him. His nose scrunched up in annoyance and you found that adorable.

"You also forgot about me," Taehyung interjected, getting ignored by the both of them.

"Aw, here," you twirled the pasta with your fork, "you can have some of mine."

"Absolutely not!" He grabbed Taehyung and Jungkook by the hand. "Since you both like to complain and be lazy, now we're all going upstairs to get all of the food I've prepared."

"They keep stealing me away from you," Taehyung grumbled out as they dragged him out.

"I'll keep her company." Jimin strode in with a plate and a bottle in his other hand.

“Ignore whatever the hell Jungkook told you,” he starts off with a bat and you turn to face him immediately. So he had heard the conversation between the two of you, huh? “He’s, well, we, are all very protective of Taehyung. So whatever he spews out at you, don’t take it to heart. I’ll make sure to teach him proper etiquette the next time you come over.”

Next time? You continued eating Yoongi’s pasta, feeling like the mvp of the night. Sena would be so proud of you right now. You didn’t pry further, trying not test your luck so soon. Instead, you asked him, “How’d you two meet?”

Turns out his friends are pretty fucking hilarious, and very welcoming to newcomers. As Jimin explained in vivid detail how he met Taehyung, Yoongi strode in with a brooding Taehyung and an overexcited Jungkook. He made them call out the food and serve it to whoever was down here. Taehyung popped in every now and then, simmering down your nerves as time seemed to fly by down here.

“I am so sorry for leaving you alone, I promise it’s not my intention at all, okay?” he began to reassure you and you slid over your drink towards him instead.

“I understand your friends missed you. They seem to adore you a ton so I promise I don’t mind it at all. It’s nice being part of something that belongs to only you, Taehyung.”

He seemed content with your answer. He was swirling your drink around, cheeks flushed and you couldn’t believe your eyes at first. Maybe you were a bit too buzzed already considering you were inhaling drinks left and right. Jungkook had tapped you out, instead giving you apple juice.

“However,” you grabbed a hold of his hand, tugging him towards you. He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of character. He figured it was the alcohol talking now. “I do want you to myself.”

He’s about to near you, fingers outstretched towards you. You’re smiling so profoundly, the only thought in your head is him. You want more of him. More of his velvety voice, more of his light and teasing touches, and to explore more of who Kim Taehyung was. And then he’s being pulled by Namjoon and Jin. They’re hugging him, teasingly rubbing his head with their knuckles.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi is sitting a few chairs down, resting after all that hassling. He has a glass of whiskey and you note the way his cheeks are a pinkish color now. “I’m pretty sure they’re the last to make rounds with him.”

“How long has it been since he’s seen you all?” you couldn’t help but pry. At this point the curiosity was eating you up. Every single person that was in here, or was barely coming in would prance at Taehyung, pulling him into a handshake, conversation, or just simply trying to catch up with him.

“Almost two years at most,” he took a sip from his drink. He seemed pensive.

“I find that hard to believe,” you stir at your drink with the cute little umbrella straw they gave you. It was blue, to match your dress. The apple juice was certainly hitting you at this point.

“Right? With that face and shit eating ego, you’d be surprised.” He chuckled out and you agreed. Taehyung was so handsome and so charming. In a universe full of shinning and dim people, they all tended to gravitate towards him.

“I’m just glad to finally meet the girl he keeps yapping about,” he raised his glass of whiskey towards you. “Do us a favor and treat him well. He’s been through enough and you are genuinely someone we want to keep around.”

“I can’t pretend to deny that I don’t feel something for him, but thank you for welcoming me into your lovely abode of a home. The friendship between all of you reminds me of my own two friends. It’s refreshing to see friends taking care of each other and being so supportive. There’s not a lot of that nowadays.”

“Welcome,” he leaned the glass towards you and you clinked your drink with his. You both drank it all and then he was asking, “Was that apple juice?”

“It’s good apple juice,” you defended the bartender’s choice and he flashed you his gummy smile, the one that resembled yours. He was really sweet towards you and you found his existence rather calming.

“Okay, we’re all gonna smoke in the back, come,” Jimin extended his hand out to you and before you could even think about it, Taehyung was lightly slapping away his hand away from you.

“I was on my way to come get you,” he explained in a rush. “I didn’t think all of my friends would kidnap me tonight.”

“Can you blame em? This is practically your debut, Tae.” Jimin sassily rolled his eyes.

“Smoke with me?”

His fingers were stretched out and you were already tangling your fingers with his. Finally, you thought. Finally I can have you for myself.

“It’s a bit cold, so here,” he was handing you a warm jacket and hat. “Love the dress, but you know what else is hot?”

You mused with him, replying, “What?”

“Not seeing you freeze.”

“I just hope you know you’re the one adding to my Kim Taehyung collection of hoodies at this point.”

He tugged you towards him, hands carefully placing down the mitten hat on your hair, gently removing a few loose strands. His fingertips grazed your skin and you felt sensational in that moment. You felt your body hum in contentment. As you all went outside, Taehyung offered his arm which you gladly took.

He made sure you were all wrapped up in his hoodie and an additional blanket. You were leaning against him, taking drags in between as everyone asked you questions.

“How’d the two of you meet?”

You both glanced at each other clearly recalling that fated day. That time it was raining and today it was lightly snowing.

“At campus,” Taehyung spoke, though his eyes were on you. “It was raining and someone stole my damn bike. I took shelter for a bit and then I saw her walking under the rain. She was drenched from head to toe and it was freezing.”

“What do you major in?”

“I’m a tech consultant at my internship, but I'm leaning towards a business major." You proudly beamed at them, with every right too since you worked your ass to get to where you are now.

"What about you guys?" You prompted, continuing the conversation. They all took turns answering, joking and teasing one another. Even though the lot of you were freezing, the atmosphere was rather warm and cheerful.

"Can we hit Jiminie's bongs instead? You know, inside where normal people smoke." Jungkook said, which surprisingly everyone agreed to rather quickly.

They all started going back inside and you were right there in the middle with Taehyung. That is until Taehyung leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I’ll be right back, gotta tinkle.”

You nodded as Jimin began grabbing a hold of your hand, saying, “C’mon, I wanna show you my collection of bongs, if I like you enough I’ll give you one.”

On the way, you caught eye of Taehyung and a really beautiful girl together. He was awkwardly leaning away from the proximity she was trying to increase by the second. Her hand was on his chest and you leaned against the wall, arms crossed against your chest to keep yourself from fiddling with your rings, just attentively watching the scene unfold before you.

“I’ve always found you insanely attractive and we’re really good friends,” you overheard her say, her voice was pretty too. “And I can’t help but develop feelings for you when we vibe with each other so well. So, Taehyung, I like you a lot and I want to be with you.”

His eyes slowly lowered to her hand that was inching forward, trying to cup his neck in her hold. After she was done speaking he sighed. “Bomi, you don’t even know me at all.”

Her lips pursed, not seeming content with the way he was speaking to her now. “I-I, that’s not true!”

Taehyung simply took a step back, removing her hand from him. “No, no you don’t. And frankly, I don’t reciprocate your feelings at all. We’re simply good friends and I would like to keep it that way.”

“Taehyung,” she interjected before he could utter another word out. “Look,” she softly cleared her throat, trembling fingers tucking pieces of her neatly kept hair. “I’ve known you for so long and I know we can make things work if you just give me a chance. I c-can give you what you want if you would let me in completely.”

“No, Bomi.” He coldly reiterated. “Stop touching me already and leave me alone if you can’t take no as an answer.”

“Why do I even bother?” her voice trembled, eyes watering and you wondered what their history could be to have her react so brokenly so.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He stung out, “You’re a great person, but you and I will never happen. I already-”

You spun the other way around and continued walking. There was a gnawing feeling picking at your skin, and no matter how you tried to simply ignore the itch, it was trying to eat you alive. He rejected her so coldly, as if confessing how she fell for him, inconvenienced him. To the point where he wanted to run. You had pranced into something that was not welcomed in your mind and had a mere glimpse of another side of who Kim Taehyung was. Could someone really be capable of switching off their emotions when faced with internal, or emotional dilemma?

If so, you wished you could do the same. Having empathy only means more added melancholy, troublesome madness of trying to constantly pick up after another while still struggling with yourself, and the sense of nostalgia that washes over you until you’re left empty. You often reminisce on your life choices, wondering just how the hell have you managed so far. Meeting people who you aren’t sure if they’re going to ride along with you, or end up finding another route out of your life.

Taehyung was eccentric, but in a magnifying way that had you constantly flowing towards him without any regards for yourself. He wasn’t necessarily blinding you in any aspect, rather he was wiggling his way into your very closed off bubble of comfort. He was barreling into your life without a warning. A newfound visitor has stumbled upon a garden of moss and ragged stone cold edges. One who is constantly grinning, jokingly teasing at your flaws and yet seeming unbothered by them all at once. One who is so full of life, their eyes ever so blazing, haunting, and so prepossessing.

“Why are you out here alone?”

You jumped, startled by the sound of his voice. Your hazy eyes brought back a memory in him of you at the park, and he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you. However, just why did his friends leave you alone like that? Did they ditch you? He felt anger starting to prick at his skin, seeping its way inside his body to the point where you noticed something was wrong with him.

You mindlessly smoothed down the wrinkle between the bridge of his nose, your touch pulling his head out of whatever was running through his head. He leaned in, caging you in just for him to admire you from up close. His head was tilted, a strand of his hair resting on his forehead as your fingers tentatively grabbed a hold of his. You were becoming exhausted by the minute and his warmth was lulling you in. You found yourself wanting to be in his arms, to have him wrap them around you and keep you so close to him. And then you wondered what he thought of you so far. Were you so worth it to be introduced to his friends? Were you so worth it to be a part of his life, to the point where you could get to know the real Kim Taehyung?

“Tired?” He questioned and you nodded. He checked the time and realized it was half past two already. He pressed a warm hand on your back, keeping you at his side. “C’mon, let’s get out of here, but we have to be quick or else they’ll never let us leave.”

He nodded over to the side and you spotted Jimin, Hoseok, and a drunk Yoongi. Apparently drunk Yoongi resembled a happy little child waiting to give out lots of love. You had a sense of Jimin and Hoseok’s energy already so you knew these three would be trouble in trying to escape.

“On three, we move,” he said, nearing your ear to the point you felt his breath tickle. You nodded, heart hammering into your ribcage as his hand slid over your arm completely. His arm encased your side, tugging you close to his side as he said, “Three, go.”

The both of you ducked, mischievous feet semi speed walking away into another direction. You held your laughter as you heard your names being belted from behind. The echo of footsteps approaching made Taehyung take your hand in his and began full on running like a madman in a chase. Of course, you matched his pace, even taking the lead down the stream as you began to release bubbled up maniacal laughter. His grip remained firm and steady on yours, feet never faltering behind you.

“Why are they still running after us?” you shouted, sparing a glance over your shoulder to see Hoseok and Jimin running after the both of you. In that moment you watched how the wind blew his tousled hair, his lips cold but fitted into a smile that resembled yours.

“Because they’re annoying drunk brats with nothing to do!” he shouted back picking back up the lead and tugging you along. You felt out of breath already, but the adrenaline made you squeeze his hand and keep running towards what meant his car. In the meantime, you inhaled deeply that wintry air, cheeks burning, and air nipping at your bare skin.

As soon as you both you reached it, you went for the passenger and he for the driver’s seat. Doors unlocked, you slid in, slammed the door shut, and tried to regain your breath as he locked all doors. Hoseok and Jimin tapped at the windows, and you and Taehyung simply glanced at each other, convulsed with laughter.

“Ready?”

“No, wait,” you reached over your shoulder, grabbing a hold of the seat belt. You pointed at his as you buckled up saying, “put it on, too.”

He complied, starting the engine and leaving the party behind.

“For the record,” you started, still a bit out of breath. “you owe me dinner for making me run. You’re lucky I wore wedges and not heels Kim Taehyung.”

He grinned at the full use of his name. “I do apologize for the inconvenience, so my treat the next time we see each other.”

Satisfied, you leaned back against the seat. Then you tapped the window, quietly demanding, “Can you turn down my window? It’s hot.”

“I could turn on the ac you know?”

“Not the same,” you simply responded. “It feels nice out, so I wanna feel the wind.”

Again he complied and watched how you slowly immersed yourself into the cool wind. Cheek was rested against the side of the window, eyes fluttering to a close as he smoothly switched over to a fast lane, hands shifting gear. Music flowed between the both of you, and he noted how you weren’t bothered by your flying strands of hair. Instead you inhaled deeply, humming along with a smile painted on your glossy lips. A sight to behold.

He coolly spoke to you, “Are you free anytime next week?”

“Friday,” you instantly replied, almost cringing at how embarrassingly fast you answered. So you cleared your throat and continued on, “I should be free.”

“I’ll let you know dress code for the occasion then,” he said, eyes following your movements. He watched how you gathered your phone, nails a different color than before, one that was closed to being associated and reserved just for you.

“I had a lot of fun today,” you bashfully uttered out, eyes on your hands. “I hope you did too.”

You didn’t allow Taehyung another word out since you were already climbing out of his car. You leaned down, finally meeting his eyes. “Goodnight Taehyung, sweet dreams.”

“Ayo, the dumplings are gonna get cold,” you shouted to your best friends. They were both in their rooms, gathering blankets and pillows for the makeshift bed and fort for tonight. You were in charge of setting up the table, even lighting candles and lavender essence.

“Here,” Sena dumped her share on you, plopping down on top of you.

"Uff," you grunted out, trying to get her off you.

“You know she’s capable of falling asleep like that, right?" Nari said, shoving her off you. She unfolded the covers, allowing you to breathe and lay there to regain your breath.

“So are you not going to spill?” Sena immediately began her prying, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“I like him more than I thought I would." you hesitantly admit to them and yourself. "It certainly doesn't help that I'm constantly with him, and if I'm not it's my phone. He has invaded my mind and its so fucking annoying.”

"It's annoying because you have commitment issues," Nari pointed out, tugging the covers away from you.

"And because you never open up to people," Sena added with a mouthful of dumplings.

"Well, he's a man. They're full of disappointment so it's understandable to be wary," Nari sighed, speaking from experience. She was on man number eight right now who she was ignoring at the moment.

"Yeah, they are but they have a redeeming quality too."

"Sena," you began, already knowing where this was heading.

"Nice dicks get penalty points deducted if they know how to fuck me good." She shrugged with indifference. "And if they buy me pretty things."

"Is that how you got your Coach bag and that watch?" Nari shot at her and Sena giggled in return.

"I deserve princess treatment and so do the both of you. Never settle for less, chicas. That's why you're gonna be on number nine right now, Nari."

"Woah," you interjected, shoving dumplings into their mouths to avoid an anger management session. "Listen, let's keep it kid friendly here okay. The child has started to get fussy." you pointed at yourself, and they both dropped it.

"Taehyung is pretty and he is collected. I haven't seen him fooling around with anyone on campus. He gets my approval." Sena beamed out, and you ruffled her hair.

"You would know, huh," you continued teasing her and she batted your hands away. "Miss social butterfly."

"I say take things slow and don't fantasize his character, cause that leads to failed expectations."

"Well, he's invited me over to a small kickback with his friends this weekend. Let's see how that goes."

"Why?" Sena prompted, getting upset as she continued on, "Are his friends treating you like shit? If so tell me and I won't have a problem sticking Jimin on the face."

"No, not at all," you were quick to shut that idea down from their heads. "However there's this really pretty girl who confessed to him last night."

"Uh, hold up," Nari held her hand out. "Did he engage? Like was he flirting with her or what?"

You shook your head, "No, in fact he rejected her on the spot."

"Okay, so then why the long face babe?" Sena noted, waiting for you to continue.

"Taehyung is really attractive so it's only natural for people to fling themselves at him and that makes me one of them. I'm no different than his friend who is obviously in love with him. I feel like I'm intruding a friendship that is family to all of them. I am stranger in their world."

"That's real life, hun." Nari softly patted your back. "Everyone in this world is a stranger, but has that stopped them from forming new friendships, relationships, or families? Absolutely not. We as a person walk into a stranger's world without a clue and then the next thing you know we're a part of theirs now. We're a mark on their path of life."

"And if you stay put, if you don't at least try, then you won't get anywhere with that mindset. We yet have people still to meet that will be walking red flags waiting to be lessons learned, and there's those where you have to be patient, but end up staying with you forever. Those are the ones we hold on to dearly."

You grab a hold of their hands, feeling your heart beating a little more louder, and smile at them with watery eyes. You figured it was due to your period.

“You know, you all are very social,” you noted the obvious, though not feeling unpleasant about that in any way. After all, one of your best friends was the said 'queen bee' of the campus. A friendly girl who greets everyone with a pearly white smile on her face. A make up artist with thousands of followers on her social media. Nari was the more serious one. She pulled you back to reality if you strayed too far. A psychology major with ambition in her mind, for betterment of herself even when she was near perfect already.

“Only Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon are, so is Seokjin, but the rest are pretty much antisocial losers.” Jungkook began, leading you towards the basement where all of Taehyung’s friends were.

“You know everyone loves me, right?” Yoongi batted out without any hesitation. He was running through his notes, two empty bottles of soju were beside him. “Why do you think they’re always asking for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, but that’s only because your personality consists of that guitar you carry everywhere.”

“Just admit you’re jealous, bro." Yoongi waved him off. "It’s okay though, I have enough love for everyone in here.”

Jungkook simply rolled his eyes and grabbed himself a bottle. “You want one?”

“Sure,” you went along with the flow of the atmosphere. It was only them at the moment, you could relax. “Strawberry though!”

“Ah, Taehyung’s favorite flavor,” He said and you raised an eyebrow at his tone. He sounded almost nostalgic.

“You sound like his girlfriend right now.”

“In another life perhaps,” he shrugged it off and handed you a bottle. You simply giggled at their banter and went over to Yoongi's side to see what he was working on.

“Where is he anyway? He’s usually at your hip.”

“Ah, Jimin forced him to go grab food with him, apparently we’re having a cookout in like thirty minutes?”

They all turn to Yoongi who sighs.

“I told him not to plan ahead, but then I saw her and now it all makes sense."

Yoongi perked up, and set a side his work. "Well, I don't mind the workload if it's Taehyung behind it."

Jimin scoffed, "Your favoritism is showing."

"Jimin, you mind being my sous chef for the night?"

He stuck out his tongue at him, but hopped over to where Yoongi was nonetheless. "Okay so do we invite everyone, or does he want it to be family only?"

"Family only," a sultry voice spoke up behind you all. Jungkook was facing your way, since your back was turned, and there was a sign of discontentment already. You gave a benefit of doubt though since he was always sporting it.

"So then why are you here?" Jimin quipped, not even batting them an eye. He turned back to you instead, his eyes saying it all.

"Another groupie?"

You didn't bother to turn around since they wouldn't be referring to you, right?

"Either you mind you your manners, or don't bother on sitting your ass down, Sung Bomi." Yoongi was the one to say that. "She is our new friend. Treat her with respect just like everyone here."

"Ouch," Bomi turned into your eyesight now. Oh. You gazed up at her as she began to take you in now. She was the girl who Taehyung rejected a couple of weeks ago. You hadn't seen her after that, and you were here now every day.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Bomi." She smiled widely at you, though it didn't exactly reach her eyes. "Your Tae-tae's girl of the month, right?"

A laugh rose out of you, and you were so eloquently composed that it surprised her. You simply shrugged, going back to what Jimin was showing you on his phone. "I guess so."

However Jimin didn't stay put. "Why are you here again?" Jimin jeered out, and you gazed at her, awaiting an answer. "Who let this bitch in my home?"

"Jimin," you quietly spoke up, and he zipped his mouth shut.

"Sorry, love," he said to you as he reclined back into his seat. "Just keep her away from any distance of where I am located and we won't have any problems."

"I've been a part of this friend group for years and you two are still cunts. Word of advice 'love', if you wanna stay here, you're gonna have to grow some balls. 'Cause they wont always be there to kiss your ass." She spat out towards you, grabbing a hold of her belongings and stomping out.

"I'll just go find Tae-tae."

"She called me a cunt? Has she ever spared to really look in the mirror."

"She's brainless, Jiminie. The only thing she has going for her is her looks." Jungkook in return said, though you had a feeling they wouldn't have a problem telling that directly to her.

"I don't want to pry, but why do you guys get irritated by her presence?"

"She's a bitch to everyone but anyone she either admires, is obsessed with, or someone who will be more of a convenience to her. The only reason why she's still around is because she is one of Taehyung's high school friends."

And you all respect him, you thought.

"She's been infatuated with the idea of him and whoever enters his life, she's always there to steer them away."

"However this time that's not the case," Jungkook mused out, a smile playing at his lips. "She was a voice of reason because he was never around us as much, but now he's back."

"So don't let this conversation deter you away from Taehyung. We all like you way too much now."

It didn't, especially since you knew how blatantly he had put her in her place. However you weren't ready to show your true colors just yet. The timing wasn't exactly right. Instead you stayed quiet and waited for Taehyung. You missed him already and you weren't even a thing. It frustrated you knowing how a man had gotten control over your thoughts, emotions, and everything in between.

"Tae-Tae!" you overheard giggling coming from down the stairs. "I missed you so much."

"Watch the hands, Bomi."

You furrowed your eyebrows, straightening up now.

"No need to get an attitude with me," her voice wavered and you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself. You had her figured out already and that was sad. A person who is easy to find is someone who is simply a lost cause.

They both walk in together. Taehyung is holding an oreo chocolate cake along with some bags that are slinging on his arms. You're quick to get on your feet and help him, but Yoongi, Jimin, and JK are already there. Bomi backs off when she spots Jimin nearing them and he's chuckling as he directly stays put on her path.

"Taehyung," you greeted him with that pretty smile of yours, heart eyes practically pouring out of you.

"I brought dessert catered to your taste," he winked at you, extending his hand out to you.

"You know I don't mind anything," you reminded him, taking his warmth and turning it whole.

"I know, but I wanted to," he said, leaning down towards you as he spoke to you. "Our snack after our doobie."

He really was too perfect.

The evening flew by as you helped prepped the food. While yoongi seasoned the meat, you and Taehyung were in charge of slicing the veggies. Jimin aided Yoongi, Jungkook was already working on drinks, Jin and Namjoon were too busy gaming to notice their surroundings, and Hoseok was busy cleaning. Though his nagging immediately halted their gaming marathon.

"Aye, don't be dicks and help Hobi out. This house is huge and we're all contributing here." Taehyung reprimanded them both.

"Your lucky your girl is here, or else I would make you clean, bitch." Jin threw back as you chuckled.

"He's useful in the kitchen, not cleaning." Yoongi spoke up, immediately closing their banter. "As for you both, get on with it."

"Is that a way to address an elder."

"Funny, I'll let you know when I see an actual adult."

Oh yeah, you could definitely get used to this chaotic environment.

The meat was grilled to perfection, served with rice and veggies. Ramen was poured into bowls, shots of glasses were full of soju, and the music was blaring softly, enough for everyone to talk amongst each others. You were definitely drunk, slurping away at your noodles in contentment. Everyone had become rowdy, but you didn't mind it at all. You quickly took notice just how much of an enigma Yoongi turned into after a decent amount of drinking. A part only his closest friends saw. Jimin became more enchanting to the eye, a sensual desire oozing out of him, and Hoseok was calmer, and a sincere version of his true self. A pensive drunk while Jin was more carefree. And even though you weren't exactly close to Namjoon, he was there to give you philosophical insight about life. It reminded you so much of your Nari.

And Taehyung you may ask? A slash-and-burn torrent of fire just waiting to ignite. One with a lower voice, and alluring cockiness that had you cheekily responding back to his taunts.

Once everything simmered down, you and Taehyung bid goodbye and went on your way. Though Jimin and Yoongi were holding on to you, wanting you to stay a bit more because it wasn't fair for Taehyung to have you for himself all the time. Taehyung simply extended his hand out to you and you ripped yourself away from them, fingers tangling with his immediately. You noted the grin on his pretty face bright as a day.

As you both walked in silence, his hand eventually left to his side once again. The commotion had dwindled down, enjoying the peace silence brought you. You both were walking down the street, same footing.

“My place is like a few blocks away. I’m a little drunk and I don’t wanna drive with you in my car. Can you wait until I sober up a bit before I take you home?”

A scoff left your mouth, “You think I would let you drive me intoxicated?”

“Sexy,” he purred out and you glanced away from him, biting down on your lip to prevent a moan from escaping you. Why was he so goddamn fine? Just why was he affecting you this way?

“You know what would be sexier though?”

You humored him, “What could that be?”

“This.”

You felt his palm slowly slide against yours, both of his and your rings perfectly colliding with each other. You didn’t question it, and you certainly couldn’t look at him in eyes at this point. This man was certified in rendering your heart speechless. Instead you intertwined your fingers with his, leaning your head against his arm. The weed in your system electrified each glance, each subtle touch, and each word that left his sweet, plumped lips. The only reason why you were so collected was because of the substance flowing inside of you. Deep down you knew sober would be a whole other story.

Taehyung had his hands intertwined with yours still, even as you swung them back and forth, his grip was firm. His intentions were loud and clear, he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and you wondered what could possibly go on in his head right now. The both of you left without even saying goodbye to anyone.

you thought over the scene again with the girl. how he was so quick in rejecting her after letting her confess to him. would he do that same to you? your heart yearned. you didn’t want that outcome. did he only treat you this way? was he unemotional towards everyone else but his friends and you?

His apartment left you speechless. Beige, different shades of brown and green colored his apartment. He had plants hanging on the sides, and you inhaled the fresh air. There were art portraits that decorated his walls, and frames of polaroid pictures with him, and the guys you had met earlier tonight. Some with a younger girl and you wondered if that was his little sister. Your eyes followed the curtain on the two doors that seemed like it lead to his own personal balcony.

A soft mewl caught your attention, and you looked over to taehyung who was bending over to pick up a calico cat with the prettiest hazel eyes you had ever seen. It purred in his hands, head rubbing into his chest. The sight had your heart fluttering in contentment.

“Your apartment is really beautiful.”

Did he pick out every color scheme on his walls? They were brown and green covered with intricate art and picture frames full of his memorable moments. His sofa sat across the plasma television, and he had a love seat near his balcony. Interesting, you thought. Soft crochet blankets were thrown over the coaches and you wanted nothing more than to wrap one around you.

“Wanna take off those heels? I have socks if you want em?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll bring them out, help yourself out with some tea in the fridge if you’d like.”

“Want some too?”

“Yeah, please.”

You slipped off your heels and padded down towards his kitchen that was connected within his living room. a counter bar separated the both. On the right side of his apartment was a round, crystal clear table with candles on the center. You hummed as you grabbed the jar and settled it down on the counter, spinning back around to search for cups. You leaned on your tippy toes, fingers just dangling when you felt him come up behind you. his fingers gently flicked yours away, grabbing two sets of tiny recycled jars with just one hand.

“here you go,” he handed you a fuzzy pair of baby blue socks.

His fingers met yours as he slid the socks on to your palm, personal space nowhere to be found. Not that you minded of course. In fact, you wanted him closer, to the point where you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. To the point where you could feel his hot breath on your skin and let your body get used to the sensation of him.

“You tired?”

you nodded sluggishly. “if you want you can spend the night. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed.”

It was after 3 and you knew finding an Uber right now would be near impossible. However spending the night over seemed a bit extreme, not to mention the fact that you barely knew this guy in a sense. Your friends were also a call away given that it was the weekend and you knew they’d be wide awake too. So tell me why instead of politely declining, you simply nodded and smiled.

“If it’s not too much trouble, then uh sure?” you fiddled with your fingers, glancing down at your fuzzy socks.

“i-uh,” he cleared his throat. “have some clothes if you wanna change out of the dress.”

You blinked, “Okay.”

He led the both of you into his room and you softly inhaled the scent as he rummaged through his folded clothes. His bed was king sized, a light blue wool comforter covered his grey sheets. His pillows were plush and sat upright. There was a thick, but small blanket strewn over the bed.

He handed you an old t-shirt and some shorts you picked out yourself. Blue and grey. And yes, you purposely matched the color scheme of his room.

“I’ll let you change,” he said, then again, “the bathroom is that one on your left.”

“Taehyung?”

He entered his room, watching you through his full length mirror. You were facing it, hair cascading down your back, dress slightly bunged up to your thighs, and earrings dangling over your smooth skin.

“Can you, um, help me untie it?”

His finger traced down your bare back, dark eyes gazing at you through his mirror. His gaze made your legs turn to jelly, fingers fisting your dress while you tried to bite down the urge to simply sin for this man. A slow exhale left your lips as you tilted your head to the side, purposefully running your hands through your hair to part it to the side. Along the way, your fingers brushed his, teasingly touching them rather slightly before letting your hands fall to your sides. You didn’t miss the way his knuckles rasped along the skin he was slowly showcasing to himself.

“You know,” he lowly husked out, his timber voice awakening the fluttering between your thighs. He leaned in, his fingers tugging at the strings of your dress as his breath ghosted your skin. “I’ve never met someone as divine as you are, someone who I would let ruin me completely and I’d thank them for it.”

As soon as those words were spoken out loud, his hands were stuffed inside his pockets. Through the mirror you watched how he sauntered out, closing the door behind him to give you room to actually breathe. A hand shot out to grab a hold of the nightstand beside the mirror, a soft laugh pouring out your lips. In that moment you knew you were seconds away from stripping yourself bare in front of him, but you relented and continued changing instead. His words echoed in your mind as your dress pooled at your feet, as you slid the shirt that smelled like his detergent and cologne, and as you smoothed down his shorts that fit you too baggy.

A familiar tune pulled you out of your daydreaming. Was he playing guitar? You padded your way out into the living room, gently creeping up from behind him. The sight in front of you was too much to handle at two in the morning. His grey fitted shirt was bunged up his sleeves, showcasing his smooth and slightly tatted skin. Intricate line art shaped up his arms, swirling so beautifully into art that made him stand out. To be honest, if he were to stand next to all your 2D boyfriends, you wouldn’t hesitate to run into his arms.

And that frightened you so much already.

“Harry styles?” you mused out, definitely being caught off guard.

At the sight of you, he began to play along with his electric guitar, fiddling along to the song and you practically watched in awe, heart eyes following the movements of his fingers. He played effortlessly, smoothly, and he looked so damn hot as he hit every single note, a cocky smirk laced on his pink lips. Each riff he played, each note he strummed, and each verse he sang out had you pleading for mercy. He was making it damn near impossible to restrain yourself at this point.

“Sunflower,” he sang along, nailing every whoop and holler as harry styles himself, it made your smile wider and wider, edging Taehyung even more. You played with the sleeves of his –your – shirt, toes wiggling enthusiastically to every note that rang out. Taehyung pulled at your heart strings and it wasn’t until you were standing in front of him that he sat a side his guitar, eyes raking your body from head to toe quite shamelessly.

Blue and grey definitely were your colors, but yet again every color you were you made it your own entity.

“Okay, songbird,” you giggled as he bopped your nose with a finger, noting how ecstatic you were so late at this hour.

“I’ll be hearing more noise complaints tomorrow as well,” he sighed and then shrugged, obviously not giving a fuck regardless.

“More noise complaints huh?” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, jabbing his side in a childish manner.

“You dirty minded loser,” he chortled, watching as your eyebrows rose. “I play guitar and keyboard.”

“I’m the dirty minded loser?” you guffawed in response. “I didn’t entertain that idea. You’re the loser who has their mind in the gutter.”

With his hand he grabbed your face, puffing your cheeks together as he uttered out an, “Uhuh.”

You narrowed your eyes, and he released you, biting back a round of laughter.

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah,” you softly replied, still having that pretty smile of yours.

“C’mon.”

He started walking away from you, hand ruffling his hair as he yawned. In the spur of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Taehyung?”

He halted, turned towards you, and within that split second you were yanking him towards you. Your fingers gripped on to his shirt, and soon enough you were kissing that tempting mouth of his. He was definitely caught off guard, eyebrows raised and eyes widening in disbelief. You figured this is where you would know where you stood with him and as you were pulling away from him, Taehyung’s hands landed on your hips, keeping you flushed against his chest.

His mouth was actively on yours, savoring the taste of your lips as you gasped softly against him in surprise. You felt the pressure and the tip of his tongue asking for permission and you shamelessly allowed it, your hands releasing his shirt to wrap around his neck instead. Taehyung’s hands had tentatively began to move, squeezing your hips as you melted against him. Your heart was pounding restlessly against your chest, breathing becoming erratic.

“I should probably stop,” he breathed into your mouth, his actions doing otherwise. He was losing control, unraveling you to his will and you allowed him wholeheartedly. You weren’t exactly helping his case either, given that each breath he took, you breathed into your soul, sighing in contentment against his mouth.

Your fingers were caressing the skin of his nape, your fingertips tracing and leaving behind every fiber of emotion you were exploding with. His lips were so sweet against yours, slowly and so sensually following you in pursuit with such restlessness and urge to keep tasting you. Taehyung backed you up against the counter, hands beginning to wander up your arms, fingers rasping against your skin. The moment the pad of his fingertips touched your collarbones, you shivered in excitement. You could feel the coolness of his rings as they slowly encased your neck, his strong arms trying to desperately keep you incredibly close to his touch. A soft moan emitted from your lips, noses brushing against each other’s, and you could feel him trying to rip himself away from you.

But his hands had a mind of their own and they were tangling themselves into your hair, angling you to his will. “Fuck,” he heavily breathed out into your mouth, eyes still closed. His head was spinning, clouded mind forming one coherent thought that yelled at his lips to be released into the air.

“I like you so much,” he stopped a hold of his movements, his hands framing your face quite delicately so. He watched how your eyes fluttered opened, mesmerized and glimmering with defiant emotion. His lips were just mere inches away from yours, breath fanning your mouth as you felt every single word brush against your lips.

“Good,” you hummed out, eyes taking him in completely. “‘Cause I like you a lot too.”

I like you so much, you thought. So much that you were afraid it might pour out out of you any second now.

You pressed your lips against his one last time, savoring the way he responded back by cupping the side of your face in his hand. He kissed you gently and as he pulled away he seemed lost in you, chasing after your mouth because one more kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? However you were already tucking yourself into his side, finding yourself and heart jumping with joy as he embraced you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nose nuzzling the crook of his neck rather bashfully. It certainly didn’t take long before Taehyung heard soft snores coming out of you, your breathing had slowed down, but your hold on him was as tight as ever. He simply chuckled, picked you up bridal style, and slowly made his way into his room.

He was careful in laying you down on the comfort of his bed, covering you with his covers before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. As he began grabbing his own blanket and pillow, your hand reached out to grab his hand.

"Stay with me," you mumbled out through unconsciousness.

"You don't need to tell me twice," he murmured out in response, never letting go of your hand as he slid in right beside you. You moved closer to him, letting him wrap his strong arms around your body.

"Taehyung?" you softly spoke.

"Yeah?" he matched your tone.

"Do you really like me?"

"Of course I do," he laughed in between, his chest vibrating with so much affection. A smile was laced on your lips, and he was there to nuzzle your nose with his. "I like you so much, words can't even begin to describe. One thing for sure is that I am very blessed to be existing in the same universe as you. My pretty, I like you too much for my own good."

"Taehyung?"

"Mhm?"

You grabbed his face, softly kissing him through lidded eyes. But he was there, adding more intensity as you both lazily picked up pace. Your fingers caressed his cheeks, lowering down the shape of his neck slowly. His hands were tentatively running down your body, the pad of his fingertips touching skin that was exposed to him. He was rubbing circles on to your skin, tongue slipping right through as you moaned out to the feeling of his hands. They were so big and long, a slight rasp to his touch.

You were unraveling before him, anticipation coursing through veins. Your soft moans made him full of madness. He was turning you over on your back, his body slipping in between yours, hands pinning your wrist on his mattress. You squirmed underneath his touch, wanting to desperately begin to explore his body as well. But he was feverishly pressing his mouth against yours, teeth scraping your bottom lip along the process. And you were eating it all up, breath hitching, back arching because you wanted to feel his warmth on yours.

He was finally kissing you like a fucking whore, touching you with more firmness, and you wanted so much more of him. His grip loosened, and you were already tugging at his hair, causing a soft pleasurable groan to emit from his lips. You ran your hands down his body, hands touching and grabbing whatever they could. They dug down his shoulder blades, caressed his warm skin, and cupped his jaw. A mess, you were becoming, and so was he.

"We're definitely tapping out for the night now," he lazily said, voice almost drawling from how thick it was. You didn't even need to address the issue since his cock was clearly pressed against your abdomen. You wanted in between your legs already, but you knew it was better to wait it out a bit, tease him until he loses control. It wouldn't take him that long. You wanted nothing more than to feel how heavy he would feel on your tongue. Wondering how he would taste and how you would swallow it all up, not letting a bit go to waste.

This side of you was waiting to be unleashed, a temptation just waiting to be indulged.

"Goddamn," he breathed out against your mouth, a grin on his face. "You're definitely going to be the death of me, pretty."

Ditto.

"Goodnight," you pecked his lips once more, hand accidentally brushing his dick. He let out a slow breath, eyes screwing shut.

"Sorry, baby," you sensually drawled out, giving him space now.

"Fuck," you overheard. It's okay, baby. Soon your dick will be in my mouth. You know what they say, patience is virtue.

It took you a few seconds to gain consciousness of the situation you were currently in. As you laid there on his soft sheets with the cheesiest smile ever, you tried to tame your beating heart. It was a little after noon, that you were aware of, but you didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. You were basking in peacefulness and the scent of clean linen and mahogany. The scent of Kim Taehyung. You covered your face with his pillow upon remembering the events from last night.

It was a good thing you hadn't woken up to his face because you weren't sure just how you could face him. It wasn't until you heard sizzling coming from the kitchen, that you decided to get up. Yawning, you walked right into the living room and padded down towards the kitchen. Taehyung was immersed, slicing away at veggies as a hot pan sizzled with eggs on it already.

"Morning," he batted his boxy smile at you and you cheesed. "Hungry?"

“I’m actually starving,” you proceeded in admitting, cue the grumbling in your stomach. Taehyung just laughed and in that moment you watched how he slightly tilted his head back, how his eyes crinkled, and lingered on your legs as you walked by.

"Wanna help?"

"Nope, I am terrible in the kitchen." you go to stand next to him. "But, I'll help with the rice." you decided. He added the veggies into another pan while he added seasoning with the other. It felt nice to be by his side, cooking together. It seemed almost too surreal.

"Here," he grabbed a spoonful of what he was making and fed it to you. Then teasingly so said, "Good, baby?"

Your food got lodged in your throat, but Taehyung had a drink in hand already. "Just like old times, huh?"

"I hate you so much," you choked out through your food.

He kissed your forehead, murmuring out with cockiness, "I'm sure you do, baby."

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“So are you two dating then?”

“Yep,” he simply said, not leaving room for more conversation.

“Are you going to elaborate on just how she managed to sweep you off your feet Cinderella?”

Taehyung’s eyes met his, and said nothing. He figured moving quietly was the way to go, especially when it came to him. There was absolutely no way he would let him near you whatsoever. Something as precious as you shouldn't stumble upon dirt in his eyes.

“oh c’mon man, i literally just got here. i’m not planning on doing anything, yet.” he winked at him and taehyung got a hold of his phone instead, seeming disinterested in the asshole in front of him. to be frank, he doesn't understand just why the hell he has to tolerate this waste of space.

Oh that's right, he was a brother to one of his friend's girlfriend, Baekhyun to be exact. She was long term too, and the complete opposite of who her brother was. Most importantly so, she made him incredibly happy and he couldn't fuck over his buddy like that. Whenever he came during the holidays, Taehyung ignored his presence, or just stopped attending. On the roughest times, he would bring Bomi along to purposefully disrupt the peace because if this dick was allowed to freely roam their premises, so was she. He knew how much the rest of the guys were displeased every time she was by his side, and it felt like relief to him.

However everything is different now. Now he's bringing you along and they all love you. They're welcoming you with open arms and you are leaping right into them. It feels nice. They respect you as a person, bringing up your name with admiration and brotherhood love. And it seems like you mesh right with them, basking in the chaotic mess all of them are and returning it as well now that you were more comfortable. Then there's every time he's about to stumble into a pit of despair, you are right there. And he stumbles on to his knees, wondering if it's too good to be true. To find a caring angel amid all this madness he's currently wrapped into.

Your wings flutter around him, embracing him and securing him away from everything he has ever been through. It's fucking terrifying, but so thrilling all at once. He's afraid to taste you, to get addicted to the point where you become something as breathing to him. He notices the way you glance over at him every time he walks into a room and he feels as if he's soaring through the sky with you.

He feels the wind within his fingertips every time you touch him. He knows there's something wicked coming from your touch, the type of wicked that renders him and makes him seek out for more. He's yet to discover your body, but you're the type of person to be a tease, flaunting everything he loves to your long legs, to your thighs, and your neck just waiting to be marked. He forced himself to get a grip.

And then, your face popped on his screen under 'my pretty' with several disgusting emojis as Yoongi expressed.

“Hey, loser can we get dumplings?” you asked him without looking up from your notes. you were a complete mess, hair in two pony tails, an oversized shirt that engulfed your body completely that had stains on it, and your tired eyes covered in deep purple bags.

“yeah, want me to scoop?”

“yes please, i’m finally done with homework assignments and I really wanna see you.” you admitted to him, finally looking up.

he had his keys in his hands, happily twirling them around his finger. “i’ll see you soon then, pretty.”

“kay, wanna have a sesh too?” you wiggled your eyes brows, picking up your jar full of weed and he’s already grinning madly.

“yeah, but it’s okay i have some already. let’s save that for when i’m over at yours tomorrow.”

“cool,” you sat it back down and picked up your phone, stretching. “text me when you’re outside, i’m gonna shower real quick.”

“i’ll be there in less than an hour, unless you want me to pick up food along the way.”

“no,” you pouted. “i wanna go with you.”

"okay then, I'll see you soon baby."

You waved at him, hanging up.

“where are you going taehyungie?” he asked him, and taehyung muttered out, “fuck off.”

when in reality he wanted to smash his face against concrete.

“Taehyung I presume?” Nari knowingly asked.

you threw finger guns at her, slipping on your crocs rather hastily. you had your bag in your hand, waving at the both of them.

"You know, our child is growing up so fast," Sena wiped away at her fake tears.

"We did a good job though," Nari joined in and the two of them simply giggled and went back to watching the show on the screen.

“Here,” Taehyung lit up the blunt and gave it to you, lowering the windows a bit. “I figured you need it right now.”

“want a hit?”

he shook his head, his attention on the road. he had his hand on the lower part of the steering wheel, his other hand outstretched towards you to take. you were giddy as you intertwined your hands together, beginning to babble on about the current anime you’re watching at the moment. when you both get there, you're in his arms and he is hugging you from behind, giving you tiny kisses on the side of your head as you both wait in line to order food.

“damn shawty,” you bit down on your lip rather annoyingly so, cupping your chin with your index and thumb as you massaged it. “you looking hella fine and thick today.”

you slapped his ass and taehyung simply laughed, his shitty mood already gone. god, he loved being around you so much. it was honestly insane the amount of headspace you took from him already.

“c’mon pretty, we gotta get our dumplings.”

“oh right,” you perked up suddenly, intertwining your arm with his as you leaned into him, inhaling his familiar scent.

taehyung didn’t mind how needy you were at times, in fact he found it quite endearing. There were times where he knew you needed your space and he was completely fine with that, you both seemed to respect each other’s time and boundaries without a problem.

You took the dumplings in hand and went hand in hand to his car, where he then proceeded to drive you both to his place. you found yourself nestled into the right corner of the couch, backed up by the couch pillows behind your back and all warmed up from the long sleeve shirt that taehyung gave to you as soon you both walked in. after eating the dumplings, you went into his bathroom and brushed your teeth for the night. it was around midnight when taehyung’s mischievous fingers started slowly teasing up your leg.

Eyes on his television, you lowly began to spread your legs for him, wanting his fingers to keep exploring your body. He seemed calm, too calm actually. His thumb slid down between your thighs, fingers shamelessly running over your clothed pussy.

Hooking a leg around his waist, you cupped his face in your hands, mouth licking a stripe down the crook of his neck. A soft whine emitted from his lips, his hands gripping the meaty flesh of your thighs. You were humming, elevated to finally do to him what you’ve been holding inside of you. You shamelessly ran your tongue down to his collarbones, licking and sucking the skin to your liking. And Taehyung’s breathing was increasing as you kept lowering down his body, hands bunging up his shirt along the way. Though instead, you nimbly untied his sweatpants, lips ghosting back up the crook of his neck, watching how he reacted towards your touch. Fingers crept underneath his shirt, hands splayed on his abdomen, teasing him as they tentatively began to explore his skin.

This was an unknown territory being crossed. You hadn’t felt a man’s touch in forever and your carnal desires were being awoken. They urged you to strip his shirt off him, flinging it behind you before you began to pepper him with kisses. You watched in amazement, his cheeks were flushed, dark eyes trained on you solely. He was watching your every move, fingers fisting his sweatpants in an attempt to keep himself situated.

You kissed his hipbone, showering his body with nothing but love, lust, and your saliva.

His underwear was somewhere behind you, but he wasn’t focused on that right now. No, he was focused on the way you were happily kitty licking his cock with such pretense innocence. Saliva drooled down his pretty cock as such lewd moans emitted from your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the precum that was already leaking, tongue dipping into the slit.

“oh my god,” he groaned out, abdomen clenching in as you took more of him into your mouth. his thighs were quivering already, and you bobbed your head with hollowed cheeks.

“More, more my fuuuck-” he was not even making sense anymore, sputtering out nonsense into air. He fisted your hair, not being able to hold back anymore. The thickness and heaviness of his cock on your tongue was pure ecstacy. It was so pretty, but prettier with your saliva coating it.

“How you feeling, baby?” you purred out, a sinning smile laced on your lips.

“S-So good,” he whimpered out, showing frustration through his hands. He didn’t know what to do with them, whether to stick them down your throat, or play with your clit until you came.

“My god,” he moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His head was thrown back, veins in his neck protruding as his pleas began sputtering out of him, “I want you on me, please. I need to feel you now.”

“You sure you can last?” you teased him and a deep rumbled of laughter left him.

“I’ll have you crying in no time, pretty.”

He lifted you up by your forearms, the tip of his cock tantalizing you by sliding it through the folds of your sloppy cunt. You followed his movements, stimulating yourself even more by grinding your cunt along his cock, hands wrapping around his neck. Your thighs were spread apart, clit being fondled by Taehyung to his liking. His index finger rubbed circles with the pad of it, watching as you pulled yourself flush against him.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, slowly grinding down on his slick length. His cum mixed with your juices, coating the both of you as you began to pick up pace, mewling pants emitting from your lips.

“Taehyung,” you moaned right out by his ear, lips tracing the outer shell of his ear, hand circling around his throat.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out, beginning to lose control of yourself.

You eased into him, clenching and unclenching as he filled you up to the brim. Foreheads were pressed against each other’s, mouth wide open as you mewled at the sensation. A sigh of relief exhaled through the both of you as your bodies met. Fuck, you wanted him inside you forever. You rose slowly and sank down, feeling the girth of his cock slide inside of you. He felt so damn good, it had you seeing and tasting colors. His hands were splayed along your hips, aligning the tip of his cock for you to slam down against him again and again and again.

With a knowing grin, he slid out you, slapping his dick against your sensitive folds. You still rolled your hips down, the tip of his cock slightly nudging inside of you enough to fill you but not completely.

“Taehyung,” you began to plead.

He slammed into you, making you swallow up what you were about to splutter out. “Yeah, yeah, Here’s my dick, baby.”

“Take it all like the good girl you are just for me,” he mouthed against your lips, hot breath fanning your sensitive body. Now it was his turn to play with your body. He painted your skin with long wet kisses, tongue savoring your scent and taste. Arms were underneath yours, hands large enough to encase the back of your head, keeping you still as he fucked himself into you.

Perspiration coated your forehead, between your breasts, and down to the navel of your stomach. Hair was matted in between his fingertips, messy mouths missing, and you threw your head back as Taehyung licked the underside of your neck in one stripe. He kissed your chin, chuckled as he watched the fucked out expression of yours, and then he finally took charge.

He slid out despite your whining protests, flipped you on fours, and pushed your head down as he slammed right back into your dripping cunt. His hand met your ass, kneading and spreading it apart as he took each thrust, dragging the tip of his head over and over against your walls until you were shaking underneath him. He was hitting every spot, leaving your mouth wide open as loud moans escaped your mouth.

“Oh god, Taehyung, ah,”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me,” you were almost sobbing, teeth biting down on the cushion. Eyes were screwed shut, toes curling, and your legs were quivering beyond belief, giving out on you as he he took one last thrust and you heard the way your pussy squelched with each snaps of his hips. He was riding you through your orgasm, leaning over to kiss your cheek, and then your mouth once he came inside of you.

His moans were coated in shameless whispers of your name only.

The both of you laid together on his couch, regaining breath. A few minutes later, Taehyung gathered you in his arms and flipped you over on top of him, strong arms wrapping around your waist. He removed your matted hair from your face rather tenderly so and once your eyes regained vision other than pure blurriness, you matched his lazy grin because goddamn.

“I need you to fuck me like this every day now,” you panted out, giggling once he laughed because yeah, he was most definitely going to be doing that. He was going to fuck you stupid to the point he will engrave himself in you.

You sauntered inside hand in hand with Taehyung. A lazy smile hugged your lips, and you felt pretty fucking phenomenal. Your hair was all mussed out from Taehyung running his hands through it, and that cheeky grin on his face didn’t hide what had went down in the back seat of his car. Your legs were trembling as well, hips bruised, neck, collarbones, breast, and thighs covered in his love. Being on cloud 9 would be the understatement of the year. You were also pretty fried, the both of you actually.

“Tae-tae!”

You tried so hard not to roll your eyes into the back of your skull at this point. You couldn't deny Bomi wasn't fucking hot, it angered you a lot if you were being honest. She was literally the dream girl of every man out there. Hour glass figure, boobs that spilled out of the halter top she was wearing, and ass so grand she could hand you over some and she still would be set. She was utterly gorgeous, an Asian Barbie doll with a pearly white smile to top it off. Her bob hair was pinned back, bangs covering only her eyebrows. Piercings adorned her nose, eyebrow, ear, and you noticed the smiley piercing on her. You noticed everything. The way Taehyung made sure to keep you by his side as she approached the both of you. The way her manicured hands tried making her way up his strong arms and her red lipstick turned into a sexy smirk.

“I’m so glad you made it. You bailed on me last time and that wasn’t very cool you know?” She pouted, not minding the way Taehyung stared right through her.

“Yeah, I was with my girlfriend.” He cleared his throat as he was quick on flinging her hand away off him. It satisfied you watching her face fall.

“Girlfriend?”

She eyed you finally. “Ah, I didn’t see you there, or heard of you until now.” She added, turning back to Taehyung. Dumb bitch, you raged inside. She was crossing boundaries and now that Taehyung was solely yours, you were going to have some fun with it.

You simply giggled, sliding your arm into his to intertwined your fingers with him. “Well, it happened recently so I would understand. Plus, he wouldn’t wanna ruin his solo streak, huh? Gotta keep the side bitches still on hook, you know?”

She raised her eyebrow, “You’re telling me you’re okay with him having a side? Yikes, I wouldn’t.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that won’t ever be any of your concern, eh? You know since, always the side and never the main.” You sweetly smiled at her, eyes full of venom. She took a step backwards from the both of you, mouth shut now. Her mouth then opened, ready to aim towards you, but you glanced away from her without a care in the world.

She definitely did not like that.

"Baby, I'm little thirsty," you told Taehyung, purposefully flinging your hair to your side to showcase the love bites adorning your skin. Then, you neared him, hands encasing the back of his neck as you whispered, "I need you to bend me over and fuck me over the balcony in ten after you bring me a drink."

“You’re so dumb,” Taehyung shook his head, leaning down to your puckered lips. You didn't hear a no, though. He kissed you slow, and tentative. Your hands searched for his again and as you felt his fingers intertwined with yours, you felt the butterflies soar throughout your heart. The hand intertwined with yours squeezed yours in reassurance, easing your nerves and calming your soaring emotions.

He pulled away, nose nudging yours and your heart palpitations came to a stop. Taehyung was yours just as much as you were his. He wasn't the type of person to break your heart like the one before him. The one who made you cut off everyone, accused you of cheating on him, the one who manipulated and gaslighted you beyond reality. It took you after seeing him with someone else that he was projecting his insecurities on you. It turned you bitter towards men.

And then Taehyung entered your life out of the blue. Took you bike riding through the most beautiful park, endlessly invited you over to meet his family of friends, and protected you from anyone and everyone if needed to. Reassured you constantly with simple but longing touches that brought you back down to earth because you finally met someone worth staying in this reality.

“Jimin has been trying to get your attention for the longest and now he’s marching over here to steal you away from me,” he sighed in discontentment, a pout forming on his pretty lips that were now stained from your lipstick.

You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, wiping away your mess. In return, his eyes followed your movements, breath halted. Jimin then came, spilling out, “You’ll get her back. It’s my turn now.”

“Now c’mere,” Jimin smiled warmly at you, spreading his hand out for you to take. You took it, waving at Taehyung as he dragged you away from your boyfriend. Bomi wasn’t there anymore, instead Jungkook and Hobi joined his side, waving at you too.

“Okay, so I promised tae-tae to not get you blacked out drunk, but I heard you’re a weed lover so I made you this.”

He brought out a pan of mini crispy treats, your name written in cursive with tiny hearts adorning it.

“Oh my,” your eyes watered a bit, touched by his gift. Yeah it was weed, but that was the key to your heart. “But I didn’t get you anything!” you panicked suddenly, debating in whether to accept it or not.

He waved you off, shaking his head. Curls adorned his face, his aura sweeping you in and making you feel more loved than usual. That was Jimin for you. A sweetheart who gave anyone a chance, and treated them equally—whether how long he has known you or not. No wonder he was Taehyung’s other half.

“This is my welcoming gift to you,” he explained, handing you the pan. “Taehyung has been through so much and seeing him so immensely happy has been a great lift from our shoulders. So this is me welcoming you to our little family. It’ll get very chaotic, but I promise that wherever you go, we’ll be there along the way.”

“I-I, thank you,” you swallowed thickly, blinking back the urge to tear up in front of him. “Really, thank you. I love my welcoming gift and thank you for accepting me into your little family of chaos.”

He grinned, “Don’t sweat it. Now, come on. Hand me one and let’s toast to this beautiful start of a friendship.”

He led you to the bar and you unwrapped the pan before giving him his treat and having one for yourself. The both of you pressed the crispy treats together as a form of toast before eating them. The others joined soon, hollering out your name in unison.

“Aye! Where’s my treat?” Yoongi prompted, eyes squinted in disbelief.

“No,” Jimin was quick to interject. “Those are strictly for her use only.”

“But you ate one,” Jungkook accused him, pointing his finger at him. “I saw you!”

He shrugged. “I am the only exception.”

“What?” Hoseok joined in too, eyes landing on the pan. “Whatever happened to sharing is caring you ass?”

“Woah, woah,” Taehyung came right in, hand already extended towards you. You welcomed him into your arms, inhaling his familiar scent. “Hey pretty, mind if we share one too?”

“Ah come on! You have boyfriend privileges!” Yoongi said in fake outrage.

“Sorry, these are strictly for me only bub.” You patted his cheek as you watched his jaw drop.

“Oooo,” they all chorused together.

“Damn,” Jimin whistled. “We certainly have a keeper here, eh?”

In the end, you ended up sharing with the remainder four of them. You fed Taehyung his and let the rest fight over who gets to take one first.

“So even I don’t get special treatment from my own girlfriend?” he lowly drawled out, cornering you against the bar counter, away from the rest of them. He hovered over you, arms trapping you in as you tilted to look him straight in the eye.

Horrible decision on your part since his gaze alone could render you speechless.

“You aren’t being the pretty good girl I know you are, baby,” he continued, nearing you closer. He raised a hand to encase the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“I’m always good to you, Tae,” you contradicted, jutting your chin out in defiance towards him. “Always will be.”

He cupped your face now, forcing you to keep looking at him. He was so close. His mouth was practically on yours and you could feel the movement of his lips against yours. “I’m gonna need some proof, you know as liability.”

“All right, wrap it up kids.” Jin came marching into basement, his booming voice catching everyone’s attention. “We’re all heading to the backyard now.”

“Good timing too since they were about to fuck on my bar,” Hoseok chided, and you stuck out your tongue at him.

Taehyung simply let you go, throwing you a knowing look over his shoulder. He was smug. Stupid bastard, you thought. Whatever, so yeah you were incredibly vulnerable whenever it came to him. That was a knowing weakness even he figured out himself. However, two can play at this game. A man overpowering you was something that you did not live by. He knew that too.

You began to sway your hips to the music as soon as all of you reached the top floor. You began complimenting every woman out there, throwing whistles, and smiling from ear to ear. A shot was offered to you by a group of them and you took it without questions asked. They all cheered and you carried on your way, the alcohol and weed running through your veins was definitely enhancing everything around you now. The edible wouldn’t hit you until later, so you paced yourself. You didn’t want to black out or be unable to function.

You also knew Taehyung was watching you. In the sea of people, he was parted from your side but you could feel him around you. From the corner of your eye you saw him with his friends, attention somewhere else but them. An upbeat song came on, one with a strumming guitar and drums that made your heart beat accelerate to the sound of it. The singer had a voice that made you dance along, hands in hair, and cheers emitting from your lips. Colorful lights flickered on and off on the make shift dance floor, amplifying the atmosphere.

“Are you alone or accompanied?” A voice shouted in your direction. You simply ignored whoever it was and continued to yourself, sipping from your drink that Jimin had made for you. You knew you were hot, hell, the clothes you were wearing were showcasing your body in a way any gender would be lured towards you.

“I said, are you alone or accompanied?”

“I heard you,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Your eyes flickered over to where Taehyung was supposed to be. So you halted, and whirled around, looking for him instead. He was nowhere to be found and that was beginning to itch at your skin.

“So then? Are you going to—”

“I’m with someone,” you talked over them, starting to walk away before your mood would dampen. All you wanted was to enjoy yourself, not worry about anything else but yourself. However you weren’t alone anymore, and that meant something to you.

“I already fucking told you I’m not interested.” You flung your hand away before they could touch you and then you felt his hand on you. You’d recognize his touch in your sleep if you could. His hands have traced every part of your body to the point they’ve become your touch now.

“Taehyung.”

“You’re not interested in me, baby?”

Your heart sighed in response. The kind of sigh that made you simmer down and pull him towards you.

Without even saying anything, you winded your arms around his neck, mouth kissing his instantly. You nipped at his lips, tongue shoved down his mouth, and grip so tight your knuckles had turned white. The music became background, the lights enhanced the beauty within him, and you were painting his lips with your love. And he reciprocated every feeling. His hands were running through your body, ghosting your skin with his hot touch, lips fighting back with as much intensity.

“That’s one hell of a liability, pretty,” he hummed out, pretty content with himself. He wasn’t pulling away, instead he neared you and kissed you dumb. He kissed you to the point of no return. Coherent thoughts slipped through your grasp, not that you were chasing after them in the first place.

His breath ghosted your lips, hands splayed on your hips, fingers touching every single burning part of your body. The pad of his fingertips alone had you into a puddle full of desire, love, and of wanting more. Truth be told, you were ready to fuck him in the nearest empty room.

“You make me wanna—” He halted, hands cupping your face as he stopped mid-sentence.

“I make you wanna what?” you giggled on to his lips, noting the way he was deep in thought right now.

He suddenly pulled away from you, and with a firm grip on your hand now, he led you both through the crowd. He stopped right in front of the DJ, who was Yoongi, and signaled him something.

“Hey!” He belted out once the music came to a slow before stopping completely. “I’d like for everyone to meet my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden spotlight. He said your name with pride and while smiling widely and sweetly down at you. You were sure you were flushed and flustered by the attention on you know, but you were met with drunken hellos, whistles, or choruses of ‘ayeee’, and even cheers. All while the room erupted into fun chaos, he had his arm wrapped around your waist, slightly leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

“Hi everyone,” you timidly began, waving at his friends in a bashful way. They met with you both with a bottle of vodka in hand.

Jimin raised the bottle with the biggest grin plastered on his face. You could tell he was already drunk. “Cheers to the happy couple!”

"Now I see why you all are so damn popular,” you noted the obvious since they were extremely well known. Jimin as the school’s sweetheart and heartbreaker, Yoongi as the inclined musical genius, Namjoon for being the goddamn president of the University, Jin being known for being number out of everyone, and Hoseok for a charismatic flirt with jaw dropping dancing skills. Then it was the two youngest, Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook was known for being excellent and thriving at literally anything he proposed his mind to. Taehyung was an artist, a sought out painter with incredible memorization and wits that sometimes astounded you.

To think that these seven souls were meant to cross each other’s paths and intertwined was beautiful in your eyes. It reminded you of your two best friends, they were practically your soul sisters. Denise was a make-up artist with a calming persona.

“y/n?”

Your ears perked up at the sound of a voice calling out your name. Whirling around, your eyes flickered from face to face, trying to find the source of voice. It sounded painfully familiar, to the point where you prayed you were actually tripping from the edibles now. There was just no way this night could be ruined. Not by a ghost you had accepted walked right out of your life.

Your eyes met his. Oh fuck.

His blonde hair was up halfway, soft tendrils of his hair framed his beautiful face. A face you used to call love and home back in the early days. His nose was pierced, so was his eyebrow, and both ears as well. Tattoos decorated his once bare arms, and he walked with that same dripping confidence and sweet smile you knew hid demons so dark. He was a walking red flag, but love has you seeing them green, even when it was painfully obvious.

“oh my god, it is you.” he laughed, weaving his way through the crowd. It wasn’t until he was standing right in front of you that you exhaled softly through your nose. Were you holding your breath? Was your heart hammering inside your ribcage to the point it painfully reminded you of its existence. Anxious and lividness threatened to claw out your chest, making you smaller in his sight.

“hyunjin?” you cocked your head to the side, surprised to see him standing right in front of you.

“It’s been a while.”

“yeah,” you looked elsewhere, not believing your ex-boyfriend of two years was standing right in front of you. An ex-boyfriend that had made your pretty eyes so dry from crying them all out. You had resented him, wished the worse upon him, but now you felt absolutely nothing.

“How’ve you been?”

“Great,” you smiled, your eyes finding Taehyung who was being entertained by Hoseok at the moment. He had been pulled into a game of cup pong and you were watching in enthusiasm the encounter between those two against Jimin and Yoongi. And now you were here…yay.

“Pretty fucking great.” You said absentmindedly, your smile widening.

“You and him, huh?”

“Yeah,” you turned towards him, looking at him straight head on.

“Never would have seen it coming.”

You stood up straighter, chin tilted in defiance. “What do you mean?”

“Well, after what happened with his ex of course. He fucked her over pretty badly.”

“Well that’s horrible,” your eyebrows furrowed, getting irritated by his presence now. “However I don’t see why that’s any of your business to be sharing.”

“Well I loved you first,” he stated, his dark eyes shining with something you couldn’t pinpoint. You never knew with him when you were together, but now you knew better. It made your eye twitch. “And regardless of us not being together anymore, I still want what’s best for you.”

“You loved me and left me first,” you added, not being bitter about that fact. What bothered you was how obviously he was trying to dig under your skin. Taehyung was special, not even he could take you away from that man at this point. Taehyung is everything you have ever yearned for in a man.

“i left for school y/n, and you know that.”

“that’s your excuse,” you corrected, narrowing your eyes at him. you were fried off your mind right now, meaning your words were sharper, and firmer. “i recall seeing you with someone else the very next day after your supposed departure you fucking liar.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i went to see you off, took a bus to at least say a proper goodbye because you were one of my best friends first before we ever dated. Imagine the surprised I got when I saw you hand in hand with the same bitch you cheated on me with, kissing each other as you both went into the same gate.”

“what does that have to do with taehyung? i’m telling you to watch out because he-“

“i’m telling you this because i don’t believe any word that comes out of your mouth hyunjin. You’re trash in my eye, know your fucking place.”

before he could reply to that, taehyung’s hand enclasped yours. “baby, are you okay?”

You hadn’t realized your breathing had increased, hands were even fisted until he grabbed one of them into his own, uncurling them. You inhaled a breath of fresh air, breathing out the anxiousness and squeezing his hand in return.

“yeah,” your eyes softened at the sight of him, smiling at him only. “he was just saying goodbye, right hwang?”

“last name basis?” he placed a hand on his heart, eyes flickering between the both of you. “you hurt me, y/n.”

“Are we going to have a fucking problem here?” Taehyung interjected, beginning to stalk towards him.

“There’s no need for that, Taehyung,” he said coldly, eyes sharp. “I was simply catching up with someone who is dear to me.”

“It’s not needed anymore,” you rolled your eyes at his futile attempt. “I don’t want to see you again.”

He raised his hands in defense, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise no harm so I am sorry.”

“Whatever, go fuck off now,” you ignored him, steering Taehyung away from him.

“I need a smoke, come with?”

You didn’t wait for his response, instead you tugged him forward, away from your ex and the girl who was obviously in love with your boyfriend. You wondered how it was possible for only two people to be walking headaches.

“I dated him, back when I was in high school,” you sighed, fishing for a fucking cigarette. He deserved an explanation before he thought otherwise. There was something lodged inside you now. Was it fear?Fear of Taehyung leaving you? Your hands were shaking from the anger fueled inside of you now. How dare he? How dare he try to put his two cents in when he is no one to be talking. How dare he prance back into your life and try to stir everything up when he was the fuck up, not you.

“I broke up with him, and I saw him with someone else the very next day. He denies it, but I saw him with my own eyes that day. And that wasn't the first time he cheated on me with the same fucking bitch too." You admitted to him, feeling embarrassed about it. "He cheated on me so many times and I stayed with him regardless. I was so stupid Taehyung."

“Fucking asshole,” he spat out and your eyes widened from the venomous way it fell from his lips. "Stay away from him.”

“I know that already,” you waved it off, lighting your cigarette. “However he mentioned your ex and how you supposedly fucked her over.”

His face contorted, eyebrows furrowing, and mouth set into a snarl. “That bastard is lying. He’s always fucking doing this too. But I won’t let him fuck with you, not a goddamn chance.”

His fingers were curled into a tight fist and you wondered what could have happened between those two to rise such a reaction from him. Taehyung was always level headed, in charge of his own emotions, but now watching him he was beginning to spiral out of control.

“Where is he?”

No, you thought. I won’t let them ruin our night.

“Taehyung.” you dropped your cigarette, grabbing a hold of his hand. “I am one selfish bitch when it comes to you. I want you for myself and only for me. I won't let some dumbass ex take you away from me because I like you so much, Kim. You are everything I ever wished for, so please keep that in mind whenever you see him again. I don't know what went on with you two, but please keep him away from us. And I'll fight back tenfold right alongside with you."

"My pretty," his eyes softened, the anger burning within him sizzling down as your hands framed his face.

"I may be selfless when it comes to others, but with you it’s different. With you i’m selfish because you are mine.” You reminded him with such ferocity. "And what's mine I won't let anyone take it away from me."

“oh?” he was smirking now, loving the possessiveness oozing out of you now.

“you are mine and only mine, you got that?”

“seal it with a kiss then,” he tried you. "Liability, remember?"

"How about after this kiss, you fuck me on that balcony of yours and we'll call that a liability instead?" you hummed out against his mouth, your hands gripping his sweater.

"I am the luckiest man on earth," he murmured right back on your lips, arms winding around your body. "Truly, I am grateful for you everyday my pretty little angel."

Your lips pressed firmly against his, hands running wild as you held on to him, afraid to let go. You would let him fuck you in front of everyone if he wanted. Because he would be the type to flaunt how he can make you cum in minutes. He would be so possessive, knowing how you were his. Knowing how only he could make you feel this way and touch you to the point of no return.He had your heart in his hands, all you hope was that he took care of it.

You both went back in together, hands intertwined. But fate was testing you since the moment Taehyung let go of your hand to let you smoke your blunt, she was right there. Bomi was obviously waiting for him to leave you alone.

“So you’re the girl he’s dating?”

"Yup," you looked right through her, uninterested at this point. You took a drag and blew the smoke directly on to her face.

“I’ve known Taehyung since we started high school, all the way into our third year of college.” She started and you groaned out in annoyance. Her face changed, almost to being insulted by your actions. "You are no one to be in his life. I have been there through it all and have seen him grown into the man he is today. So to see some random weird bitch try and slither her way into my friend group? I don't think so. I'm here and will always be here to keep Taehyung grounded and away from trash like you."

"You really thought you ate, huh?" you cackled out, dropping your roach on to the ground. "Bomi, I don’t know you at all to insult you, or drop to the level of pettiness and jealousy exuding from you right now. However, don’t try me bitch.”

You neared her, standing face to face with her. “What I have with Taehyung is simply none of your concern, whether you’ve known him however long. Because I’m his girlfriend, not you. I am the person he chose to be with and if you don’t like it well let me look for a fuck to give in that case.”

You smiled prettily, malevolent intent behind it as your voice dropped. “However I don’t care enough to even search for one in the first place, so here’s my first and last warning to you. Stop bothering me before I tell him to drop you. I'll get every single one of my friends to join in too since no one here seems to care about your shitty existence at all. You don't matter here and that's what angers you, huh?"

"You think I care if his stupid friends don't like me?" She refuted instantly, almost yelling at you now. "Taehyung loves me for who I am so I am here to stay no matter how hard you try. It's better to get accustomed to that because you won't be lasting long after I tell him to dispose of you, bitch."

"If Taehyung loved you so much, he wouldn't have flat out rejected your advances, or use you to his expense." You laughed in her face, loving how confident she was. despite how obliviously stupid she was. "If he loved you so much, he wouldn't be fucking me like I am the only one made just for him."

Her smirk dropped from her face as you continued on without a care in the world. “Play nice with me darling, ‘cause you don’t wanna see me drop down to your level of pettiness. I can guarantee you that I’ll end up winning regardless of what you do or say.”

“Y/N!” you heard jimin’s singsong voice. “come hither my little fairy.”

“I’ve been Tae’s friend since we we—”

“And that’s all you’re ever going to amount to with him. I don’t care who you are, but stay away from me doll. ‘cause I aint as pretty as I may seem.” You shove past her, a sweet grin lacing your lips as Jimin engulfs you, blabbering about a song he wants to dance with you.

Jimin was feeding you soft drinks, but soft to him were half the bottle of liquor. Within an hour, you were swaying your hips to the sensual song, hands in your hair, and a hazy gaze on your face. He was by your side of course, Jimin knew better than to leave you unattended knowing how Taehyung was when it came to you. He also knew your boyfriend was watching from the bar, occasionally indulging into the conversation happening all around him. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yoongi were smoking while Namjoon, and Jin kept feeding everyone drinks, yelling shots! Shots! Shots!

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you told the red haired babe beside you, licking your dry lips before pushing your way through the thick crowd. As you neared the bar, you swayed your hips, a display to your boyfriend that was sitting with his legs wide apart, lap practically begging to be used. His arms were splayed behind him on the counter, wiggling his index finger at you.

“Water,” you rasped out immediately to him, and Yoongi handed you a water bottle, leaning the blunt towards you as well. You held out a finger before you gulped down half the bottle and happily took it from his fingers.

“I think I love you,” you teased him and he shrugged.

“Shame you’re taken already right?”

“Ooooh,” Hoseok instigated, nudging Taehyung.

Taehyung simply smiled at you, reaching out for your hand. You gladly took it, intertwining your fingers with his. He tugged you over to him as you inhaled, happily climbing on top of his lap, straddling him as you blew out the smoke into his mouth. Both his and your hands were still intertwined midway in plain air while you held the blunt in the other. Your other hand hung limply over his shoulder, smoke being released as he kissed you. His freed hand was tangling itself into your hair, tugging at it downward to tilt your chin up for him. His lips were pressing hot, wet kisses from the corner of your lips, down your chin, and a subtle tongue licking a clean stripe down the crook of your neck.

“Who knew he had it in him, huh?” Jimin whistled, picking the blunt from your fingers to take a hit himself. It’s okay though, your hand was framing the side of his face now, eyes fluttered to a close as you allowed Taehyung to do whatever the hell he wanted to do with you.

“Fuck it, I’d be making sure everyone knew she was mine, too.” Yoongi remarked, chuckling underneath his breath.

From the corner of your eye you noticed Bomi sitting in between Namjoon and Jin, watching your boyfriend react to you. You couldn’t help it, you smirked at her.

“I will bend you over and fuck you right here, baby,” he murmured against your skin, hands squeezing your thigh.

“Promise?” you locked eyes, your thumb running over his bottom lip.

“Okay then,” Taehyung concurred, gripping you tight before he stood up. He slapped your ass and you contently wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Goodnight guys,” you waved at the six men watching the both of you.

“Night, babe,” Jimin beamed, handing you back the still lit blunt. “Don’t forget to wrap the willy."

“No promises,” you mouthed at him, winking as Taehyung turned a corner.

“Tae,” you nuzzled yourself into him.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need to pee really badly.”

“Well, lucky for you there’s one nearby.”

“Yay.”

He placed you back down, opening the door you. You pecked his cheek in return, "I'll be right back."

You happily went on with your business, the alcohol consumption hitting you as you stood up to wash your hands. As you glanced in the mirror, you smiled back at your reflection, your hands inspecting every inch of your body Taehyung had touched minutes before coming into the party. Then your mind thought over everything his friends, well your friends now, had said last time you were there.

“Taehyung gets blind when in love,” Yoongi began, mouth set in a thin line. “He’s a great kid, but the person before you fucked him over so badly. She took him for granted and asked for so much. And well, Tae, he tried to give her everything but he seemed short in some way. It was never enough for her.”

You found yourself frowning unconsciously, eyes boring holes on to the ground.

“He loved her so much and she didn’t take that to heart.”

“I would never,” you firmly stated, palms gripping your knees to keep your anger sedated. “I’ve never felt this way towards anyone, Yoongi. I’ve never given myself to anyone but my friends and family. I’ve always been afraid to take a leap into what is love, romance, and relationships so this is me jumping into it, okay? I’m not tippy toeing my way around his heart because I want all of it, all of what is Kim Taehyung.”

“I believe in giving and receiving. Whatever he gives me, I’ll cherish it because I know he’s giving it his all. I know Taehyung will give me his world if I ask for it, but I’ll ask for that whenever I’m ready to give him mine, which isn’t far if I’m being honest. We’ve known each other for so little, but it feels like forever to me. Time is just a concept to me, but love isn’t.”

"I know," he simply replied, but it meant everything. He saw your purest intentions. He really did. "Unlike Bomi, he isn't using you as a form of rebellion. You're the one here to stay. You're the one bringing our Taehyung back day by day. Just know that it's definitely you. You and him? Made for each other."

“I suggest you keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

You finished washing your hands, hearing some commotion coming from behind the door. You yanked it open only to face Taehyung's back, but you heard Hyujin's voice loud and clear. No, you thought. Go away, leave us alone already.

“Never did I imagine a pissed off Taehyung telling me what to do. Thought you’d be compliant like last time.” Hyujin cocked his head, and as you watched the both of them you knew he had something to do with his falling of his girlfriend. You wouldn't be too surprised if he crossed that boundary since he did it with you too. Told you he loved you while he fucked another bitch behind your back.

“Watch what you say next," Taehyung warned him. "This time, I know for a fact that she is not like her at all. So put some respect on her name and fuck off."

“Oh yeah?" He laughed in his face and you felt your stomach twist and turn, your mouth tasting something vile. "Well turns out that I know her a little too well, Taehyung. She’s great isn’t she? Pretty little thing was good use while it lasted, but you’ll get bored of her soon en—”

His fist didn’t let him finish that crude remark. Your feet were moving on their own now, stepping foot on the scene since Taehyung wasn’t holding back now. He was smashing his fist into his face. Of course you weren’t stupid enough to interfere so instead you called Jungkook and the rest of them were here in no time as well.

They didn't interfere though.

Not as Taehyung smashed his fist on his face repeatedly, causing him to spew out blood and hunch over in pain. Not as he repeatedly bashed his face against the ground, or kicked him relentlessly until Hyujin weakly laughed in pain. There was some pent up anger within Taehyung and it was so frightening to see. As much as you wanted to see him get pummeled, you didn't want Taehyung to suffer the consequences, 'cause what if he couldn't contain himself anymore? What if one more strike ended him dead right there?

"Stop him," you turned towards your friends, lips quivering. Your hands had begun to tremble and you felt your throat begin to clog up. A world without your Taehyung? Desperation was clawing at your chest at this point, urging to do something. To stop being so fucking useless and save him from his own demise.

"Taehyung, cut it out now," Jungkook stepped in, noting the way you were a little too close to having a panic attack. Jimin and Yoongi were by your side now, trying to calm you down. He wasn't stopping and Hyujin was almost going limp.

"Taehyung!" you yelled at him through a hoarse voice.

“Taehyung,” you hesitated at first, but you watched as he hit him without remorse. Hyujin wasn't worth the blood on his fingers, or to be the center of attention. They would glance over at them and see him as the victim when Taehyung has been suffering all this time.

“Taehyung, please stop. You're really scaring me."

You don't know how he heard you, but he stopped and glanced over at you. You don't know what he saw on your face, but it did the job. He slammed him one more time against the ground before releasing him. “She may not care what you think of her, but think something funny and I’ll fuck you up without her here, you hear me?” He uttered out beside his ear. “Leave us alone.”

He spat out blood in his direction before extending his hand out to you. You took it, trembling fingers gripping his bloody ones without hesitation as he pulled you towards him. To say you were infuriated would be an understatement. “I’m sorry you had to see that, baby. Let’s go home.”

“Take the trash out,” Taehyung practically barked out, and Jungkook was already on it. As Jungkook passed him, Taehyung uttered a few words and his response was merely a nod. He hadn't glanced back at a coughing Hyujin who was struggling in gathering himself. He was shaking as blood pulled from his mouth. His hair was matted with it too.

Taehyung guided your attention elsewhere, murmuring out, "Don't. This was for you and me, trust me on this, baby."

“Jimin, get Sung Bomi out of here too.” Jungkook said while ordering others to drag Hyujin out.

“I—What?" she stepped out from within the crowd, anger pouring straight out of her. "Why the hell am I being thrown out? WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!”

“Keep your mouth shut," Taehyung barked out at her, stopping her temper tantrum. "I know it was you who invited him tonight here. Not even Baekhyun's girlfriend told him about the party. And I know it's been you who keeps dragging him along just so I could keep you by my side."

"T-That's not true! I would never do that to you--"

Hyujin laughed from behind her as they dragged him out. "Just stop, Bomi. You're just further embarrassing yourself. Accept the fact that you were replaced."

"Replaced?" Taehyung barked out, and you gripped on to him. You were afraid if you let go, you'll never have him back. "Bomi, we were friends for so long but you never even bothered to change. You insisted in me dropping anyone that wasn't you and that was never okay. Friends don't do that, people who love you won't ever limit you. You never took the time to get to know any of us. Being too wrapped up in yourself won't do you good in life. I'll admit I did you wrong as well so for that I apologize. But other than that, don't ever step foot in our direction if you won't respect her."

There were tears streaming down her face in shock. "I-I don't like the way you are speaking to me."

"Who cares bitch?" Jimin snapped, grabbing a hold of her arm. "Cry it all out outside my home."

You watched as she howled in rage, throwing horrible insults in your direction, but you simply smiled at her. She wasn't worth it. Never was, never will be. You had won, wearing the crown with pride and superiority already.

“Come,” Taehyung kissed your cheek, steering the both of you towards his car. The ride home was silent and he knew he was in trouble, but he had never felt so fucking free in his life. Everything he had ever kept was out into the open, or thrown away.

He followed you inside his home, straight into the bathroom where you grabbed a rag to dampen. You were still by his side, wiping away the bloodstains on his knuckles and face. You were silent as you diligently cleaned him and you knew it was eating him up as well. They were just so many unanswered questions and as much as you jumped to various conclusions it all ended to the woman who had broken him into nothing but a broken shell. Seeing him beat the living shit out Hyujin terrified but satisfied the emptiness he had left once in your heart.

And it shook you to the core.

“You know I will never hurt you, right?” Taehyung softly started, his attitude resembling a little kid who got in trouble.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, gently dabbing the towel around his cheek. “It’s likewise, you know? I will protect you against whoever and whatever. ”

He gently grabbed a hold of your wrist, detaining your movements.

“I need you to understand what happened between me and my ex-girlfriend. See,” he sighed in frustration, scratched up hands messing up his hair even more. “I was friends with Hyujin when I started dating her. He knew I had strong feelings towards this girl even before we began dating and he was the one to encourage me to go out with her. We started dating and everything was going great until she started demanding so much from me. She wanted me to pay for her bills, school tuition, and the apartment we were going to move into together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

“I was working two jobs to sustain myself and her, and I didn’t ask for much in return. I really loved her, but with all this responsibility I dropped out of school and started working full time at these really shitty jobs to the point where I would rarely see her. All of it was giving me stress, and I had planned for a two week vacation for the both of us since I noticed us drifting apart. Well, a month before we had planned to move into the apartment, I decided to surprise her and I walk into her fucking dorm and see her fucking Hyujin.”

That gut twisting feeling turned out to be even worse.

“She was crying, saying how I wasn’t giving her what she wanted, what she needed, and he was. Sputtering out that she was a woman and she had needs that were not being met. That she needed a real man, and not some boy.”

You were trembling, fingers curled into your palm to sustain yourself. He was too calm. Perhaps he had finally let it all out.

“I simply left her there with him, didn’t look back at either of them, packed my shit up and went to my vacation alone. When I came back, I left the deposit rot for the apartment, cancelled all of her classes that I had paid for in advance for the next year, got my money back, and instead moved away. I re-enrolled into school, moved into this apartment, and it’s been two years now since everything went down.”

It wasn’t until Taehyung was wiping away your tears that you realized you were crying.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face as you tugged him towards you, hands cupping his face so tenderly. “I will never take you for granted, Kim Taehyung. You have no idea just how much you mean to me.”

"I was a horrible person before I met you," he confessed to you, hands shaking as he tried pulling you towards him. "I used Bomi to anger everyone because I wanted them to feel how I felt every time I had to endure seeing him there. It satisfied me knowing I wasn't the only one suffering and it went on until I wasn't satisfied with the same routine."

You took him in, watching every emotion begin to pour out of him now. "I hadn't see the guys for a while and then one day I decided to text them and tell them I would visit them. It was the same day I met you."

"I saw the way you stood there, glancing up at the sky as rain poured down on you. You were smiling profoundly, eyes shut, and hands wide open while everyone else ran, including myself. And then you came towards my direction, shivering but so content. And I took that as a sign that moment. You had me believing in religion, had me thanking the skies above because someone like you would be so hard to find."

Stunned, that's how you felt in the moment. He spoke with such firmness, fingers reaching out for yours as he softly said, "I searched for you everywhere after that day. Went early to campus, stayed later than usual and nothing. It drove me mad, to the point where I thought I had made you up. I almost gave up until I saw you at the convenience store. That night, I decided that I wasn't going to let you out of my grasp ever again. And oh, by the way, you reeked of pot and perfume." He added, causing you to laugh.

You intertwined your fingers with his, accepting him as whole flawed human being. You weren't perfect either, he was putting you on this pedestal, blind sighted. You couldn't blame him, in your eyes he was made just for you and you would do anything to keep him right by your side because he searched for you too. You both found each other after enduring so much for so long.

A sob emitted from your lips and you pressed your forehead against his, mustering out, “Within these months of us meeting, talking, getting to know one another, and being together I have come to the realization that I want to give you my everything. My heart, yours if you want it. My world? You have become it. Soul? I want yours and mine intertwined. I’ll grab the moon if you ask for it. Hell, I’ll part oceans just to feel your arms around me one last time. Why, you may ask?”

“Because you deserve it and more, baby. You deserve to be loved, to be cared for, to be cherished, and to be reminded that you are so strong. You are the man I have been searching for so long and now that I have found you by sheer luck, I want to be by your side for as long as you allow it.”

He was speechless, eyes watery, and lips slightly beginning to quiver.

“Can I ask you something?"

“I’m all ears, baby.” He murmured out, nose nudging the side of your face. His fingers were gripping your bare thigh, thumb rubbing circles around your sensitive skin. You noted his hands were shaking.

“Do you like me?”

Taehyung’s movement’s halted, hazy eyes widening momentarily before a dark chuckle emitted from his lips. “Baby, what?”

“Do you like me?”

His hands framed your face, turning you towards him. His dark gaze rendered you speechless. His pupils were blown wide out, his stance towering over you as he breathed into your mouth, “Of course I like you, silly.”

“How much?”

“So much you make my head and my heart hurt. You make me do so many stupid things, it’s insane really. I lose control of myself around you. The thought of you leaving me is unbearable. You’re on my mind so much to the point my dreams miss you. You are my destruction and salvation wrapped in one. ”

“I think,” you cupped his hands, forehead pressing against his. “I think I might be in love with you. And it hurts me so much, Taehyung. I look at you and I want you to love me as much as I love you. I look at you and think, this is it, you are my love. I look at you and the way you’re hurting makes me want to burn down everything and make them beg for forgiveness. And I look at you and I want you inside of me every day, every night, and all the damn time. I want you to be the first and last thing I see before I wake up and fall asleep, Taehyung.”

He swallowed thickly, breathing become slightly erratic. You could feel his fingers twitch against your skin and you hold his intense stare,

“I want you to fuck me to the point where the only person I can think of is you. I want my name and yours to become one.”

“My pretty,” he began, purring amongst your skin. “If you love me that much, then what I feel for you is unexplainable. I want you on me, beneath me, beside me, behind me, in front of me, and all around me. My world is yours if you want it, baby. And I’ll give everything your heart needs, wants, and yearns for. You ask if I like you? You ask how much?”

He laughs almost maniacally, head shaking in amusement. He kisses you instead, mouths clashing against each other’s in a heartbeat. And you take his heat, hell, you welcome it with open arms, taking, taking, and taking what he’s willing to give you. And you return it tenfold. Your arms are wrapping around his neck, body moving on its own as you climb on his lap, mouth tainting and spilling all of your secrets to him.

“I love you so much,” he breathed into you and you whimpered at the confession and sensation of it. Impossible, you thought. Such a beautiful human being loving you back?

“I love you more,” you shakily breathed out.

“Let me make love to you baby,” he murmured out, fingers tracing the underside of your face. “Let me show you just how much I love you, and in the morning I’ll do it all over again.”

“And the day after that, and the nights that follow along.”

“Please do.”

He was quick in picking you up and guiding you both into his room. He didn’t bother in turning on the lights as he undressed you, his mouth kissing every single part of your body, tongue tracing behind it. He marked his own path down your body, starting from the crook of your neck, down your collarbones, between your breasts, and down your tummy. His hands were splayed all over your body as his mouth neared your pussy.

It took him almost a day to familiarize himself with your body. That same night where you asked him to fuck you like that everyday? Well, it was definitely promised. His mouth slurped at your wet and dripping folds, dark eyes taking in how you moaned out his name for his neighbors to hear.

Hands encased your thighs, bruising and marking to his liking because you belonged to him and only him. You managed to engrave that in his pretty little head, heart, and dick. He held you down with one hand, keeping your squirming body under his hold as his tongue slid inside your drenched pussy, groaning at the thought of cumming inside of you, and watching it paint your pretty thighs.

“Sit on your throne, princess.”

Your ears perked up, watching him with a questionable look on your face. Did you hear that, right? He was tugging you up as he climbed on his bed, patting his cheeks as an insinuation. He wasn't going to wait for a response, and you nervously did as you were told. Excitement coursed throughout your body, though you were a bit worried.

"What if I suffocate you?" you spoke your intrusive thoughts out loud.

"Then I'll die happily, now come on."

"Taehyung," your tone was a bit sharp, but he laughed regardless.

"Baby, sit on my face and if it's too much I'll tap your thigh three times. How does that sound?" He compromised, noting the way you were already nearing him. Your hands softly traveled up his body, murmuring out, "Okay."

You tentatively hovered over his face and the thought of ruining it with your juices made you sit down firmly on him. His mouth was already sucking on your clit, fingers gripping your thighs. He was buried, nose nuzzling into you as you arched your back, insides quivering from delight. He wasn't being patient, he was devouring you, wanting to express exactly just how much he was irrevocably in love with you. Your fingers tugged at your own hair, running down the length of your hair before they went on to your sensitive nipples. With a swivel of your hips, Taehyung encouraged you to keep moving, moaning out, “more, more.”

"Taehyung, I-I," you were losing it already and he fucking thrived on it. He loved how sensitive you were with each thrust of his tongue, and how each slurp had you bucking over, thighs beginning to quiver. He was trying to be gentle with you, but you wanted nothing more than to have him thrash you around like however he pleased.

"Let me fuck you over on my balcony, baby."

You immediately halted your movements.

"Liability, remember?"

You climbed off him, settling on straddling his hips instead. With your hand, you wiped away the mess you had made and settled on shoving them inside your mouth instead, humming in delight. As much as you wanted to cum with his mouth, the thrill of being fucked in public overpowered that thought. Wild thoughts started running through your mind, imagining the way he would fuck you relentlessly. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you teased him, hands grabbing his cock. He hissed under his breath, trying to bite back a whimper from just a mere touch from you.

"Fuck," he watched in amazement, pupils full blown out. He sat up with you in his arms, raspy fingertips caressing your back. He softly kissed you, tantalizing you into a spiraling mess only he had the power to do so.

He led you both out through the doors, bending you over immediately as you both stepped outside into the wintry atmosphere. He spread you apart, barking out, "Hold on tight to that railing, you hear me? If not we're going right back inside."

You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. His fingers were tugging on your hair, and you arched your back, mouth moaning out his name already.

"A verbal response, pretty. Or else I won't give you what you want." He warned you, his hips already rutting against you.

"Yes," you were quick to let out, wanting more. "I'll be good and hold on to the railing."

As a demonstration, you slowly curled your fingers against the cool railing, knuckles beginning to turn white.

"That's my good girl," he cooed out, teasing you as he ran his finger down your spine, lowering to the curve of your ass where he slammed his palm against it. Your body jolted slightly, but his other hand was still gripping your hair for safety purposes. The sting had your toes curling, mouth clamping shut to try and stop the whimpers threatening to spill out.

"I'll fuck this pussy until you can no longer stand, pretty," he purred out and your cunt was so responsive to the way his deep, and husky voice drawled it out so sinfully.

His long fingers curved over your hip while he slowly nudged his angry, leaking cock against your wet and dripping folds. You were so wet you were leaking down your thighs already, a drop slowly winding down your leg. And he was fascinated by how your pussy was already trying to suck him in by the way it clenched on only his tip. It drove him to near madness.

He was a masochist himself, slowly edging himself by teasingly only burying his swollen tip inside your pussy. He smeared your juices on his cock, slowly burying himself into you inch by inch. Soft moans emitted from within his lips, they were desperate and needy for more. He too wanted you so badly already. He too felt all this desired temptation pent up inside. Love made you blind, seeking passion from the very person who flowed it right back into your heart. He would thrust into you then pull out, stretching your pussy out for him because you knew he was thick and so long.

On the last thrust, he roughly slammed himself into you. His hand gripped your fleshy meat, using your body to fuck himself into you.

"Oh god," you babbled out, melting right into his hands.

He angled you further down, ass up in the air and then he was slamming into you over and over. Strangled noises escaped your lips, and all you could do was hold on to the damn railing, gripping on to it as he pounded inside you without any remorse. You figured he was making love to you like the whore he knew you were. You didn't mind it at all. His fingers dug on to your hips, the pain not resgitering in your brain since he was fucking it all out.

"Fuck," he exhaled deeply, his vision centered only on the sight before him. Your hair was sprawled all over you face, mouth slightly ajar with your pinkish tongue poking out. Drool traveled down your lips, eyes lidded and mouth stuttering out, "Ohh f-fuck, T-Taehyun-nng!"

"You're such a good girl for me, pretty," he languidly rasped out, dark hooded eyes watching is cock disappear into your spongy cunt. You felt every drag of his slow, but hard thrusts. It was driving you stupid, your legs beginning to quiver in delight.

"And you're all mine, baby," he was voicing his desires out, and you were taking it all in. "Mine to fuck whenever I please, mine to bend you over, make it take it all, and mine to fill you up until--"

"Yes, yes," you cried out, tears brimming your eyes from how he was hitting every spot. It made you feel like jelly, arms shaking as you tried to keep holding on to the railing. Taehyung noted your resolve slipping so he leaned over your body, hand wrapping around the railing while the other wrapped around your abdomen. His hips snapped with more feverish intensity, cock filling you up so good it was the only sensation overpowering your mind and senses.

"Let go, baby," he kissed the underside of your jaw, tongue trailing right behind. "I've got it from here."

You let go, quivering in his arms, head thrown back on his chest as he kept fucking himself inside of you. Your hands were tugging at his damp hair strands, watching how he slid in and out of you with such ease. You could feel his thick cock drag inside your fluttering walls, your slick causing this carnal squelching every time he thrusted inside of you. It was a mess. Slick covered the both of you, making it easier for him to slide inside of you with ease.

"Oh fuck, I-I, nnghh-" Your breath hitched, and you felt your knees buckling. Taehyung was pulling at your hair though, bringing you back to him, keeping you still. Whatever he gave you, you were going to take it all.

"I want you to cum inside of me," you were delirious, spluttering out every incoherent thought out in the air. "Want your cum all over me," you whined out, his fingers cupping your breast in his hands. They were so big as they groped your tits, squeezing and tweaking your sensitive nipples with his skilled fingers. "Want you inside of me every day. Please, please--"

His mouth slammed on to yours, nipping and bruising your lips, swallowing your pleas hungrily so. Mouths missed each other, but that didn't matter. You were begging, urging him to make you cum. His arms were bulging, veins protruding as his pace became more sloppy, more harsher. He felt your walls clamp all over him, a tight vice that was edging him further.

"Cum inside me," you pleaded him, and he trembled at the thought of impregnating you. He was already fucking you raw, feeling the inside of your pussy made him a starved man for more. A hunger that wouldn't be satiated now that he had gotten a taste.

"I want it," you gasped out, hunching over as your orgasm began to overwhelm you form head to toe. You were jolting in his arms, your moans echoing in his brain.

"I wanna see your face when you cum," he groaned, letting go of the railing and stepping further away from it. Now with his hand free, he harshly cupped your jaw, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. Your head was tilted sideways, eyes lidded and struggling to stay open.

"Taehyung," you began to sob out, going limp in his arms, but he was holding you tightly, pressing you further up against him. His eyes flickered from your eyes to where you both were connected. His own release nearing quickly. He gave one last thrust, whimpering your name out against your skin. Heavy pants emitted from the both of you and you were barely standing at this point. Your quivering legs giving out on you as you trembled in his hold. Taehyung marveled at the sight of his own cum leaking down your thighs.

"Are you okay?" he breathed out, holding on to your limp body. You struggled in simply turning around as he slowly pulled out of you.

"Yeah," you croaked out, trying to clear your throat. "But can I please have some water?"

His boyish grin was already there. "Need help getting inside?"

"I want you to carry me inside. I can't feel my fucking legs." you told him in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. It only goaded his shit eating ego.

He tapped at your sensitive thighs, watching you shudder. "Can you wrap them around me?"

You nodded, complying. His strong arms wrapped around you, hoisting you up as he maneuvered his way back inside. Perspiration coated the both of you so he went into the bathroom, gently setting you down on the counter. With a rag, he ran it under the faucet with warm water before beginning to clean you up first.

He avoided your sensitive areas, watching how you gazed at him in pure adoration, a love struck look on your face. It made his chest swell up with pride. You puckered up your lips and he was there, leaning down and caging you in his arms, mouth softly molding over yours.

"I love you," you softly reminded him, mumbling against his mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."

And he was countering it back in between your confessions, saying, "And I love you, love you, love you--"

You giggled, content as he pulled away from you.

"Wanna shower and watch something?" He asked, finishing up cleaning you and himself.

"I want to watch your dick go insid--"

"I'll put you to sleep," he humored you, picking you up and beginning to walk over his bed, gently placing you down.

You cocked your head in response, "So?"

Eyebrow raised, he began to near you. "If you keep this up, I'll end up putting a kid inside you, pretty."

You flushed, cheeks getting warmer. He was grinning from ear to ear, wrapping you up in his arms. What you would give to see that smile of his every day from now on. You lit up, grabby hands reaching for him. "I wouldn't mind it if it's you."

You thought over every moment in your life that had been marked as a significant milestone in your life and Taehyung was definitely on there now. Since the moment you two met underneath those pillars at campus, your mind, soul, and heart had decided it. My love, I have finally found you. It's definitely you.

[xalwaysagustx]

"And It Was, Enchanting To Meet You"

[yamatsukki-blog]

Hello, guys! I want to ask you for any anime or manga suggestion and recommendation to watch and read. Please feel free to comment below. Thank you!! 🧡🧡🧡🎉

[enhyupn]

enhypen as characters inspired by animes ᯤ 

tagging @youreverydayzebra @ncityy04 @rheyom

ot7!enhypen x gn!reader, fluff, warnings: mentions of (jokingly) dying, swear words, reader’s in a maid outfit in jay’s one but no mentions of a certain gender, word count: 3.3k

a/n most of these aren’t the same as the animes mentioned but instead just inspired or loosely inspired by the plot! also some of these aren’t the same in word count and i apologise for that ]:

∷ heeseung — orange

heeseung as the new kid at school and he’s so pretty that everyone just. Stops in place and just stares at him as he introduces himself

funnily enough you already saw this coming, realising this was the same heeseung the letter you received that morning told you about

what was funnier was the fact that letter was coming from the future you

you didn’t believe it Then because like... it kinda sounds too stupid to be true

but then BOOM there heeseung is

your teacher makes him sit beside you and you’re just trying to wrap your head around how crazy all of this is

your letter even told you that he was going to sit beside you, why was all of this coming true????

you didn’t read on because you were in a rush to get to school but maybe if that letter warned you about how pretty he was, you wouldn’t of been that flustered when he started talking to you

“hey i’m heeseung!” “ummm yeah, i’m y/n... yeah”

when school ends you RACE home to get to that letter again

rest of heeseung + of the members under the cut!

your future self was gonna have a lot of explaining to do...

turns out the future you Let this same heeseung walk out of your life so now you have to fix this

“dear past me, i can’t believe i was this stupid to let him leave my life like this— how stupid am i??”

now you make it your mission to keep your barely started relationship not go rocky

and oh boy would that be a challenge for the years to come

not because heeseung’s a terrible bf, future you just gave terrible tips

everyday after that you and heeseung (like the letter said) turned into great friends

great friends as in friends that people think that are dating

soon that friendship became a relationship... and a very strong one to be honest

your letters were weirdly very accurate

a firework festival... how he confessed to you... all of it was in those letters

honestly you should scold them for letting heeseung get away!!

you secretly wanna tease them that YOU have heeseung by your side and they don’t but... you can’t really do that

you tell heeseung about the letters one day and he just. Stares at you in astonishment

because he also received letters on the same day you got them from future him too

turns out future you and heeseung both regret their decision

poor them but at least present you gets to kiss heeseung whenever you want 😇

not to spoil anything but heeseung didn’t end up walking out of your life <3 instead you two are now sickly in love

∷ jay — maid-sama

you work at a maid café mainly because you needed the money and honestly... it wasn’t even that bad of a job

i mean compared to your school president life — trying to keep teenage boys out of trouble — happily serving polite and friendly (most of the time) customers was definitely a steal

one boy in particular gave you a bit more trouble than the rest of them however

he wasn’t bad or anything, just... a serial heart breaker

jay park was always on your radar due to the fact so many people would go up to you asking you to tell him to be nicer with his rejections

he wasn’t complied to be nicer but 😍 what can you do

safe to say that you didn’t think you had the best relationship with him

you couldn’t understand him even more when you saw him prettily sitting at the tables at your work

may i add, with you in your very own maid outfit as well as a twitching eye

“y/n! looking great” “thanks m-ma-mas—” “your customer service is terrible”

and the fact he came every day after that day made you feel Terrified

and also a little excited to go to work but you’d never admit that!!!

having him stare at you while you cheerily wrote with ketchup on omelettes was... definitely not how you thought your relationship would be like

he would also make small talk too

and visit you after your shift!!! walking you home

now... his daily visits turned into genuine great conversations on the way home

you realised he wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be

he just had strong beliefs that he should only accept a confession if it’s from someone he loves

you didn’t know how... but now You Have Feelings For him.

and seeing him when smile at you every time you serve him at that little maid café... ARGGGG it drove you absolutely mad

the way he oozed out confidence... was sweet and quite literally the prettiest person you’ve ever seen... how could you not

and what other way to confess to him than at the very place your relationship blossomed at!

you wrote “i like you” with ketchup on fried rice for him... yeah

thankfully he was over the moon and Had to hold back kissing you in front of the customers

now you two were dating <3 with the help of a maid café

and that really only left you with one more question

“why did you start visiting this maid café in the first place?”

∷ jake — kimi no todoke

being the quiet student is never. a good thing

especially when you’re ostracised by your class because you never participate

you actually want to but you can’t build any confidence to do so

you never caught the attention of anyone

well... besides a certain popular boy by the name of jake sim

oh boy was this gonna be a culture shock to the girls that have a crush on him

he noticed you on the first day of school when you asked him for directions to your classroom

he won’t ever forget it, the way you had a huge excited smile on his face as the cherry blossoms fell softly around you

he quotes, it looked like you came straight out of heaven because it looked like you had wings on you

he didn’t know how to get your attention though.

every time he tried to do so you wouldn’t even look at him and would just look down at your desk

it hurt him to see you so isolated

that’s when he had the bright idea to ask you if you wanted to walk with him home

bad idea (kinda), because you did accept but you didn’t know what to do the whole time because you’ve never walked home with someone before

it was bad enough that jake was absolutely Stunning. like blindingly attractive

you didn’t know what to say at all

well until you came across a small puppy making it’s way up to the two of you

they were so cute that you just squealed out of excitement

jake was so surprised to hear Something from you that he just instantly put on this huge genuine grin

“there’s no tag on them!” your upsetting tone sent jake into haywire

he literally watched you pet that dog with literal heart eyes he wasn’t even being sutble

he takes a picture of you and he Stupidly leaves the ringer on so you hear him and everything

he was so embarrassed about it

“did you just take a picture of me?” “y-yeah” “oh... is that what people do?”

you literally had no idea how to interact with people so you thought what he did was Normal

somehow this caused jake’s crush on you to develop Quick

especially when you grabbed his hand to pull you closer to the dog

his heart was beating so fast he didn’t know what to do

he is self proclaimed the biggest dog lover but for some reason... he wasn’t even looking at the dog, not even trying to play with it

he was just staring at you with his doting eyes as you smiled and giggled while playing with the dog

he wasn’t gonna confess yet though because he still has to develop your relationship

in true shoujo romance anime fashion, he was gonna confess twelve episodes (probably a year) later <3

∷ sunghoon — ao haru ride

no i definitely did not put sunghoon for ao haru ride because i have a huge crush on kou and sunghoon... /s

you and sunghoon were in the same elementary class because... fate

you had the biggest crush on him and even your mom knew him because he was a well known figure skater

but who didn’t have a crush on him was the real question

being the young confident elementary student you were, you always talked to him

forever talking to him to the point where you two were Actually really good friends

you thought you were on cloud9

but. turns out figure skating takes a lot more training than you had thought so

you literally cried Buckets and Buckets when you found out he had to train in like russia for an unsure amount of time

there was no way on contacting him too since you had no phone, no nothing

so he left. and you didn’t know what to do with yourself

ok flash forward noises

now you’re in high school! still... gripping onto that crush you have on sunghoon

but you think it’s fine since you are Functioning without him i guess

well until you bump into someone with a very familiar voice...

“watch where you’re going” talk about passive Aggressive 🤨

and when you look up because obviously you were gonna start yelling at him

well. You just froze in shock when you were faced with sunghoon’s raised eyebrow smirking at you

and what was the logical thing to do apparently?

cry. right in front of him.

he just froze as he watched you sob while everyone stared at him

he was trying to explain himself while at the same time Dragging you Away because he couldn’t let you just cry in the middle of the hallway

now you two were at the top of some stairway as you sniffled recovering from your endless crying

“why were you crying? “how could i not when you’re here?”

turns out that sunghoon Knew you were at the same school as him but wanted you to figure it out yourself

it took you almost six months. to figure out sunghoon was in your grade.

but what next? do you rekindle your friendship or...

“i’ve changed” okay maybe that answered your question

and before he could even explain himself he just... Got up and left????? for no reason

and that’s when tsundere sunghoon started to come into play.

you constantly tried talking to him but it would end up with the two of you bickering

you walked home the same way too

weirdly enough He was very nice to you sometimes

letting you place your head on his shoulder, lovingly smiling at you, being very Oddly romantic

he was giving you mixed signals.

and there came that old elementary school crush... gearing back up for a second round

“what are we?” now you decided being bold was the right thing to do

he just stared at you and shrugged.

now here comes the water works

you started crying uncontrollably Again but this time sunghoon looked really guilty and comforted you

he even hugged you. (Wow... Development)

he then explained to you that he Likes you (omg) but he’s scared that he might have to pack up and leave you again and he doesn’t want you to get too attached

and you’re like “we have each other’s numbers this time though?”

sunghoon’s just like Ohhhh

that’s how you started dating

and rekindled that elementary crush (successfully)

∷ sunoo — toilet-bound hanako-kun

being the bold and adventurous person you are. You decided to call onto your school’s very own ghost

because you had the biggest crush on this upperclassman you needed the support of a Spirit to help you

“ummmm hey... school spirit, i’m kinda in love with someone and i heard—” “hi” and then you fall onto the ground because something scares you

turns out the spirit’s name is sunoo and you just summoned him

it also turns out this spirit was kinda cute 😟

he had offered you something like a book — telling you if you follow all the rules — you’ll end up dating your crush

turns out it was just a middle school romance book you could of bought at dollar tree.

you were rightfully mad at him Since all you did was end up embarrassing yourself

somehow during your argument, your eyes caught a glimpse of something in his pocket

you took it. because you deserved it

and ATE IT when sunoo told you that it grants you any wish when consumed

you didn’t even need to listen to any of the disclaimers because it was already in your stomach

one things turns into another and now you’re a spiritually bound fish to sunoo.

turns out what you ate was mermaid scales and he needed to eat one too so you could turn human (he told you he can’t explain it because it’s a long story!)

you two are now bonded together (4lyfe 🥺🤞) and you aren’t that happy due to the fact he was always teasing you and playing around with you!!!!

you were now his human assistant.

you helped him with cleaning the toilets and he helped you by saving you from the supernatural

very well balanced relationship

you grew very fond of sunoo as time went on

even though you almost died a few times... he was always there to save you from whatever the spiritual world had to offer

i won’t spoil anything but... school spirit sunoo seemed to have a soft spot for you too 😇

you showed him your passion for art and everything like that

you tried to dodge questions about the... y’know... why he was a spirit

knowing that it would probably hurt him

plus he didn’t have all those things coming after him for nothing

falling in love with a ghost wasn’t what... you were expecting when you first joined your school

but i guess you had no choice since he was spiritually bound to you!

∷ jungwon — whisper of the heart

you loved the library dearly, you loved reading and writing— just books in general

your favourite place was a really big cosy library a few minutes away from your house

you had always borrowed more than three books every visit

and every time you would look at who borrowed the book, the same exact name would show up each book you borrowed

“yang jungwon... he seems to have good taste in books”

you would dreamily sigh thinking about what this jungwon looked like

later on in the week you were writing a story at the park— y’know, normal things

your friend called you out of the blue for some reason rushing for you to help them

out of panic you forgot your book on the bench and didn’t realise when you had finally finished helping out your friend

to your surprise there was already someone sitting on the bench

and Reading Your Very Own Story

you literally just run up to him and snatch it from his hands because you’re embarrassed!!!

what didn’t help was the fact that the first thing he did was Laugh in your face about it .

he called your story stupid!!! and critiqued it!!!!

you just bicker with him and complain to your friend about it later that night

the next day you thought that... maybe if you went to the library again you might spot this yang jungwon

so you make it your mission to get to the library

funnily enough your plan had failed in an instant when your eyes caught a cat that you just became curious about

you followed it because it just wouldn’t stop getting away from you

it also looked like it was taking you somewhere but 😦

after a tiring ten minutes of following this cat from hell and back. It brought you to this old antique shop

you instantly fell in love with the store and everything in it

you were so distracted by everything that you hadn’t realised someone was behind you

you could feel your eyes widen when you realised it was the same boy from the park

holding that same cat you were following too????

“why are you here?” his eyes literally started Squinting at you

he then proceeded to tell you about how his vocal lessons were nearby and more importantly that the cat was His

he asks you if you want to go visit where he does his lessons and Obviously being as curious as you were, you accepted

when he brought you there you could see his eyes instantly sparkle from just being there cute... kinda

he even started to sing for you and that’s when you thought that he wasn’t that bad

some of his teachers started to join in too and before you knew it, the sun was already gone and you’ve spent the whole time with some boy that you were supposed to hate

“jungwon, who’s your friend” your body Froze in shock when you heard that name

jungwon thought you were stupid for not knowing your name and now you realise you’ve been crushing on him this whole time

(i refuse to continue on more with this because it’ll be too long unless some of you want a oneshot of this 😍)

∷ ni-ki — haikyuu

being forced by your teacher to sign up to be some volleyball team’s manager was Not that fun to experience

but there you were, managing a volleyball practice of that very own team

thankfully, it was safe to say you had a good relationship with all of them

and an even Better relationship with a certain volleyball player

nishimura riki and you were practically glued to the hip

you were so incredibly thankful that he was the first one to speak to you when you first started becoming their manager

the rest of them were tall and scary but riki was just tall and friendly

he was so energetic and just So bright that you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing him every day you had practice

he would even teach you how to play volleyball

like he’d be like “isn’t this move so cool? let me teach you it!”

at this point you could be a professional volleyball player with the help of riki

you were overjoyed watching them win their final match to compete in the spring interhigh

you were also incredibly happy to know that riki scored the winning point

he couldn’t stop telling you about it and you just kept excitedly praising him and not to play favourites but you weren’t this excited when heeseung scored the previous winning point

even though you and your team were excited, you could feel how nervous they were when they entered the huge gymnasium

they were surrounded by all the best high school volleyball teams in the country

the very first team they went up against gave them a very Tough time

you remember sweating so hard when the scores were almost the same, the other team leading in that set

you decided that. Maybe you could help

“riki! you can do it” your shouting somehow caused riki to instantly become energised

everything was a blur up until your team had Won the match

and all because you gave riki some encouragement

he literally ran to you the second they had won and almost knocked you down

you didn’t wanna tell him that he was sweaty so you just let him carry on hugging you tightly

the rest of the team was like “why didn’t you cheer us on like you did with riki?”

and when you tried to explain your face just started heating up like crazy

so you ignored the subject.

riki just took it as he was your favourite

but what you didn’t want to tell them was the fact that you had a crush on him

as if it wasn’t obvious enough 😟

[sabraeal]

2, 3, 28, 36 and 40!

2.) Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

The only things I feel like I'm unable to tend to come from like, a time standpoint. I do not have time to pick up new fics without a good reason, and thus many of my darlings sit on shelves, waiting for me to get an good excuse. Ah, Ao Haru Ride AU, one day Bingo will get our back

3.) How would you describe your writing style?

Not lyrical unless I absolutely cannot get around it

28.) Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Editing rounds have two purposes aside from typos and grammar checks: to let you move lines around and smooth out your prose so it reads better, and so that you can edit out all the stuff where you are repeating yourself. It's the second one people get stuck on, because you think it's just...oh I used the same sentence twice, but it's not! It's a bunch of different things.

Extraneous dialogue tags. actions do better here anyway, and it's even better if you can give context to actions rather than just being like x did y.

Explaining motives and thoughts for characters that are not your POV character. This isn't quite a redundancy as it is an over explanation. Trust your reader to pick up on the nuance. If you think something isn't obvious, let you POv character notice something, rather than explaining it out. Don't tell me a character is nervous, SHOW me that they won't look anyone in the eye, they're tidying something up that's already clean, etc.

Using three words where one will do. Using weaker verbs where stronger ones would have more of an impact. Make your prose work for YOU

36.) How do you come up with fic titles? What’s the one you’re most proud of?

If it's an AU, a lot of times I use part of a quote from the source material. For a good number of them, song titles. Some I just wrangle with until something comes up. I really HATE titling things, but I usually end up happy with what I get. I think my favorite is STILL Were Hearts Not an Unknown Country.

40.) Write a 9-word fic.

Absolutely not 🤣

[trashlie]

Please tell me about your shoujo journey. Do you think Skip Beat will outlast ILY? 😂 The pacing is on a whole other level of slow, I gave up on it, two decades running and Kyoko's only aged a year damn! I understand the frustration with the flashback, it is quite sluggish, but we're seeing the true impact Alyssa had on Shinae's trust, how it affects her relationship with Nol now, and what it means for them in the future. Plus we're getting some vital Alyssa content. I feel like she's become even more ambiguous to me. I have no idea where her head is at. I miss reading your analysis. I'd love discuss to her with you after the arc ends and we get our long awaited Shinae x Nol moment. It's been so loooong since we've seen them.

OOOOOHHHHHHH MY GOD ANON LMAO that question just made me pause HARD lmaooooooo. Listen. For alllllll the shit people say about ILY, I just feel it in my BONES that Skip Beat will outlast EVERYTHING lmaoooooooooooo GOD. Like, I'm sorry but ANY TIME people talk about slow pacing I'm just like.... I'll read this whole 30, 50? page chapter and WHAT HAPPENS? HOW MUCH TIME PASSES? NONE! lmao I like to do an annual "catch up" on Skip Beat now and then (when I remember lol). Like I LOVE that the mangka made it about more than just Kyoko's love life but also MAN each acting project is literally years long for us as readers!!!!!!!! lmao thanks to Skip Beat I have the patience to weather ANYYYYTHIIIIIIING hahahahahaha. Taking three months to get through a flashback arc? I can handle it! ILY could take 10 years to reach completion and I'd be, frankly, okay, because at least it could wrap up faster than Skip Beat ever could LMAO (and honestly like... 10 years of solid story telling is pretty ace in my book but that's a whole other thing lmao)

As for my shoujo journey, I'll be honest, it's not SUPER long! I didn't start reading manga until I was graduating high school, so by the time I started to dig into things, after some time I found myself growing out of it? Or, rather no it was more like... there's just a lot of tropes that were present in shoujo I was finding I wasn't into? (Like, oh my god so many triangles where I'd be like MEH I actually prefer the second lead. I learned very fast that a lot of your typical "first leads", at least back in the day, were NOT my style.) I still have a soft spot for a lot of stories that I loved, though! I haven't read Lovely Complex since god probably 2014, 2015? But I STILL loved it back then and I'm really eager for a re-read. I uh.... I really went through a Hirunaka no Ryuusei phase? Like.... lmaoooo it was a Big Thing for me hahhaha (I own the series in Korean, actually!!!!) My first two manga, though, were Skip Beat and Hana Kimi; my friend bought me the first Skip Beat volume at our school book fair and another friend bought the first few volumes of Hana Kimi and shared them with me! Hana Kimi is one of those that like.... you know it doesn't hold up over time, it leans heavily on tropes that are considered ethically nonos these days, but it stays special to me because in spite of all of that, idk I just! Enjoyed it! And now that I'm older I am okay saying "I LIKE THIS THING THAT IS FLAWED AND IMPERFECT AND I DO NOT NEED TO DEFEND IT" lol you know? There was the obligatory Vampire Knight phase that I finally fell out of but OOOF that was A Thing. (I was SO obsessed with it at first lol and I LOVED the art sooooo much that I read another series by the mangaka, MeruPuri which, frankly, was REALLY weird so nothing about Vampire Knight actually surprised me ngl LMAOOOOOO) You know I remember once starting Special A but I do not think I ever finished that! I put myself all the way through Ao Haru Ride even though I kept telling myself I needed to drop it and pretend it didn't exist. God what a trainwreck that one was lol like.... idk I'm not saying this as a dig to people who did enjoy it! There were just times I wanted to enter that story and punch people lmaoooo but I wonder what I would think if I went back and read it again now in the vein of like.... sometimes people are selfish and make bad choices because they are human? lol I also REALLY loved Orange but I'm going to admit I haaaaaaaaaaaaaated the ending and to this daaaaaay I haaaaaaaaaaaated it so much but that's a whole other post lol. LOVED the story, LOVED the art, was super into the theme, but just hated the execution of the ending SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH ;A;

lol I said it's not super long but look at me, rambling on and on!

I know no one is surprised that I wound up talking A LOT and just.... following, there's so much ILY rambling going on about why I appreciate and enjoy this flashback arc, and how I think it boosts the rest of the story so far lol so here's a read more, haaaha.......

I definitely feel you on how Alyssa feels even more ambiguous lol which is so funny. I love the insight and having a better idea of who she is as a person, even if we still don't fully know all of her motives. Just seeing her as a complex character like everyone else has been great. We all know I'm a sucker for parallels lol and seeing how everyone has their own traumas, that everyone has a root for who they are, is the stuff that keeps me hooked on ILY. Alyssa was very easily written off by people and I don't defend her or anything - I really hope we get to see her take responsibility for her actions and ownership for the hurt she has caused, whether on purpose or not - but also, it always felt like she was suuuuuuuper reduced down by fandom on a whole. I think a very human thing quimchee is good at capturing is that we don't always mean to hurt the people we do, but it still happens, and that sometimes good intentions can make things worse in the longrun - and this can go for Alyssa towards Nol or Shinae, frankly.

Honestly, too, something I love about her is like... like you know how if you read a novel, the protagonist is supposed* to be the character who makes the right choices and does good things? And when people are presented an "unlikable protagonist" it's usually a character who is acting on their emotions and responding to their experiences - it's a character making the choices that we ourselves might make. (* I'm saying "supposed" here because a protagonist DOESN'T have to make the right choices, but it turns out people really hate media where female characters make selfish choices lmaoooo) I guess that's what I like seeing about Alyssa in this flashback. I've seen a lot of people say that Alyssa is weak for caving to peer pressure or something but like... was that not the middle school experience? I don't know a lot of people who were super self-assured and full of confidence in middle school - but especially someone in Alyssa's position who has never really interacted with kids her own age and is so afraid of ostracization. Like a lot of the woven storylines of ILY, something I love is that we are shaped by our experiences, right? Most people never faulted Shinae for shutting down and putting up strong defenses when we first met her in the story, because we know she'd been screwed over by life and people and as people who have been there before, we understand self-preservation tactics. She even basically admits it herself that she WANTED to open up to people. Shinae wasn't guarded because she hated people, she lied to herself because of how much she'd been hurt and she was afraid to take that chance again and try it. Shinae is afraid to be burned, Alyssa is afraid for people to ever have a chance to burn her. It's so inherently HUMAN to be afraid of being alienated, to want to BELONG, to want to feel like you fit in. She faces a daily crisis in how she is desperate to belong with people who might not accept her if they knew what she was truly like.

And idk, I cannot fault her for that completely, because it took me until my early-to-mid-20s to learn to be okay on my own and that it was better to be myself than try to fit in where I wasn't wanted. I put up with shitty friendships for a long time because I had myself convinced that it was all worth it. So a middle schooler struggling with this is SO VERY real, and it's wild to me to see people fault her for this. Alyssa has done some things worth being mad about, but seeing her written off for being a human middle schooler is WILD to me.

That's a whole other tangent LOL but it's something I haven't really gotten around to ever talking about. Like, whatever, I cannot - and I won't even try lol to - convince people to like Alyssa, but frankly, I think all of the characters of ILY are SO dimensional and fascinating, how can I not enjoy exploring parts of their story? I think sometimes people think that if I say "I enjoy a character" it means I endorse everything they do. I DO like Kousuke and Alyssa. Would I want to be their friends? Good grief, no. But I'm here as an observer of a story and I think it's fascinating to see how their experiences bring about the circumstances of this story. That moment of dramatic irony when Alyssa promises that she won't stop being Shinae's friend, but we know how it all ends, we all know that's a promise she does not keep, and we know how those events affect Shinae and much of the story that unfolds!

how it affects her relationship with Nol now

I feel like this is something that doesn't come up a lot? Or maybe I just missed any period of fandom when they might have discussed it? Like.... if Shinae hadn't been burned like this by Alyssa, she wouldn't carry the paranoia she does - not about Maya and Rika and certainly not about Minhyuk. Even to this day, we saw that Shinae worries that even the people she trusts are humoring her - because she's been there, she trusted someone who hurt her. The entire trajectory of her relationship with Nol would be completely different! A really beautiful aspect of Nol and Shiane's friendship to me is not just that he managed to make Shinae open up - it's that now that we know how Shinae lied to herself, how she was hurt in the past, how trusting people burned her so badly - but the fact that despite everything she'd been through, she WANTED him to be someone she could trust, she WANTED him to be worth letting down her guard.

Like, again!!!!! Everything that happens in this story only does so because of circumstances and events that precede it. Shinae going to Nol's school was not just because she wanted to check on and see her friend - she was desperate to prove herself wrong, desperate for Nol to prove that he was worth the chances she took, that trusting him was not another mistake she knew better than to make.

I think a flashback arc shows us more than just insight into her relationship with Alyssa, which we've established was something very important, something special that was destroyed. It's the juxtaposition of pre-accident Shinae, who was willing to open herself up, who was plucky and bullheaded and just wanted to be appreciated it. Contrast that with the Shinae we meet early in the story, who has herself convinced it's okay to be alone, when now we know she was yearning to be appreciated, maybe yearning for someone to fight for her the way she fought for Alyssa but believed that something like that wasn't possible. I think we also see the flashback because while we've seen some of the ugly moments of Shinae's life, we never really saw how we went from this point to that point, you know? How there are small pockets of things in her life that make her want to keep believing in what she knows better than to believe - in teachers who listen to her when she tells the truth, in friends who stand up for her and defend in - even as her life starts to crumble. She can't escape her past, she's literally being haunted by it, even as she tried to put it all behind her. Her father is falling more and more into alcoholism due to stress from school plus his job, and soon he's going to be saddled with medical bills and having to take care of Shinae, which is probably what derailed school completely. THESE are the experiences that made the Shinae we know - a Shinae who is TERRIFIED of being hurt but also LONGS to be proven wrong, a Shinae who wants to share an experience she thought maybe she doesn't deserve, a Shinae who quietly believed maybe the universe just wanted to punish her for existing but still tries so hard to defy it.

Idk like yes we get that sense of Shinae without the backstory, but I think it really emphasizes this so much more? And I think it's also some kind of proof, maybe, that Alyssa IS more important than people have given her credit for, not just in the past but also in the future of the story. She doesn't exist just to move plot and drive wedges between relationships or something lol she, too, a complex character with complex experiences and god isn't that the sum of so many moments of people headbutting? That we are complex and sometimes struggle to see beyond our own issues, because what we deal with blinds us? Alyssa is blinded by her desire to escape her family and experience something NORMAL and be liked. Maybe she DOES want attention! Kousuke is blinded by a sense of destiny instilled in him since he was young, blinded by paranoia that fed off of this "destiny", blinded by his inability to accept his father's human nature, blinded by his fear that the only thing that makes him matter to his father is threatened. We met Nol thinking he was a character who looked out for others but even he's been blinded by his misery and by the feelings of worthlessness that has been punched down into him.

We butt heads with people because sometimes we are so caught up in our own struggles that it's hard to understand that others struggle, too, and I think that's where some of the best conflict comes. Like yeah there's good conflict in "Shinae has been roped into attending this horrible formal" but there's something poignant and painful in "Shinae unintentionally repeated the Alyssa cycle when she let Nol in" and even BETTER we get to see how she's grown from it!

This is, as always, lmao a very rambling tangential departure from the main point lol but!!!!! I have had a lot of feelings here and I know part of peoples' irritation is they want to get back to Nol and Shinae right now, but I think seeing Shinae's past helps create even MORE appreciation for what Nol means to her - that he is someone who hurt her but she is still willing to give another chance - and moreover, that we can see that though Shinae came from a loving home, she, too, has suffered her own abuse, was battered and beaten down by people, and unlike Nol, she was able to conclude it doesn't make her bad. Idk it's so beautiful to me and I get really overwhelmed lol it makes me appreciate their friendship SO MUCH more, for what they mean to each other and what they can be, you know? Seeing Shinae's resilience, through the new girl at middle school hoping to start all over to failing at that to putting up that guarded wall to finally taking a chance, finally giving in and accepting that yes, she still has hope, there's still faith, and Nol was that spark. UGH!

ANYWAY lol I do think we are probably nearing the end of this flashback arc. I don't know how many episodes I think remain - I generously said less than 10 a week or two ago lol but I think that was very generous. The timeline (and Alyssa's behavior) feels like we are approaching the point of Alyssa pushing Shinae and YES i will be so happy to go over the whole arc with you!!! I've been wanting to make a post that I keep holding off on, because I don't know if it would be better to do it now or wait for the whole arc to end, but I think there's a good conversation to be had about how a lot of Alyssa's behavior is directly tied to her homelife - how it's implied her father is someone who, at the very least, shouts a lot - and how that ties into her deflective, people-pleasing nature. Again, Alyssa is not really a spineless, MEAN-spirited person. She, like everyone else, is just the sum of her experiences, and I don't think she's learned to deal with them in a healthy way. (And frankly speaking, what about her relationship with Nol IS healthy anyway?)

I know this is so much more than you bargained for lol but you KNOOOOWWWW I love these asks and it HAS been so long since I got to just.... ENTHUSE about this - not just try to analyze or talk about what an episode has revealed but just GUSH about it lol so I could not help myself! But yes, once this arc ends, I will be READY to dissect and discuss EVERYTHING. I feel so emotionally invested, knowing that Shinae is about to experience the worst burn of her life, while she's still so trusting and earnest and aaaahhhhhhhh it's going to HURT so much ;~; But in a maybe cathartic way. (Also, and this is something I should get to later, I think something big about this flashback is that, y'know, it's kind of implied that Shinae has repressed a lot of this. Her memories of the moment are hazy, Alyssa appeared in a series of people Shinae was shocked to realize she harbored so much anger towards. I think as much as this is for US to see exactly what happened, I think it's also kind of a wake up call for Shinae, who has repressed and ignored so much of this, and I'm really REALLY curious to see how she reacts after return to the present. Is she angry? Sad? Sad for her younger self? Is it cathartic for her? How raw is it? Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh)

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Anime That Deserve Another Season

Category One: Anime That Supposedly Deserve Another Season Even though the title says “deserve”,  I will be listing some anime that I do not think deserve another season. They’re just here because people are loud about not getting another season. These are mostly series I just didn’t enjoy watching. 

Category Two: Anime That Can Get Another Season They’re fine without another season as there are no cliffhangers to close and no questions that are really unanswered. These anime will not keep you up at night asking for an answer. 

Category Three: Anime That Need Another Season While it’s not mandatory that these anime have another season to be enjoyed, they’d sure benefit immensely with it. Whether it’s because there’s too many cliffhangers, things end abruptly, or there is just too much good source material that was left untouched, they’ll end up here. Even if I didn’t really enjoy the anime, some anime may end up here anyway.

Bonus Category: Anime Need a Reboot Not all adaptations are created equal, and even if the anime can be enjoyed on its own, sometimes it’d benefit from actually looking at the source material and going, “Oh, it was written that way for a reason!” Some anime just need the Brotherhood treatment. From pacing to anime-exclusive storylines, anime in this category stray so much that you might as well just start from the ground up.

*Please note that if an anime isn’t here, it might be because I haven’t watched it (or I bypassed it in my listing journey)

*Categories Two and One are listed from “Bottom Tier” to “Top Tier” in terms of how much I think it needs a sequel/continuation

*I almost never read the manga. These are mostly speculations/me spoiling the series for myself by reading the last chapter of the manga after finishing the anime.

*The bottom half of category three really rips my soul out when people say that there’s no chance of another season.

Category One: Anime That Supposedly Deserve Another Season

Aoharu x Machinegun

The manga is still on-going, but I wasn’t interested enough to really pay any mind. It would benefit from another season due to it ending on a point that made sense, but you could tell there was way more behind the curtain.

Btooom

Remember when they joked about this gross anime getting another season? Hahaha! There’s a story behind it, apparently. Anyway, it leaves off unfinished, but I don’t need any more of whatever this show was. This show is garbage, questionable garbage at that.

Ao Haru Ride

This anime made me kinda bored. The characters were kind of bland. The world was kind of bland. This anime left as much of an impression on me as white-coloured pencils did in grade school. I’m sure it’d benefit from another season, but whether that’d actually make me like the series is another question.

Code: Breaker

This series was pretty bad. I enjoyed it at the time, but it was pretty bad. I don’t recommend this show to anyone. It technically has a ton of manga material left (I think it was a 100+ chapters?)

Classroom of the Elite

I actually strongly disliked this show and wanted it to be over, but people said it got good. I stuck it out. I didn’t like any of the characters. I couldn’t find a reason to enjoy this show, and maybe it’d benefit by having some more story content to it, but if you can’t make me enjoy any of the cast after 12 episodes, you’re not getting any more of my time.

No Game No Life

Admit it, 90% of the people who want another season of this just want to see more fanservice.

Category Two: Anime That Can Get Another Season

Kyoukai no Rinne

This series is very repetitive. I’m surprised it survived three seasons. I still really liked it, but it is counted as one of Takahashi’s weakest works (not sure why though). I would mind seeing it receiving the rest of its adaptation.

Hai to Gensou no Grimgar

While it ended well, it probably has a lot more story to tell. This is an earlier isekai, and it’s hard to say whether it’d do better in today’s isekai market. This anime is what Sword Art Online should’ve been. This show takes it slow. Its action isn’t as over-the-top, and while it has fanservice, the show still feels far more real than SAO markets itself to be (but it does it on purpose)

Hinamatsuri

This anime made me laugh too hard for me not to want a continuation. They also had a character they didn’t have time to touch base on.

Runway de Waratte

There’s quite a lot of manga material to go on. I feel like we haven’t seen the characters develop to their max, and the protagonist hasn’t even gotten his full shot yet. This anime is an underdog, no matter how you look at it, it’s a shounen series about runway fashion, but I’m rooting for it!

Yamada-kun to 7-nin no Majo

I hear the manga goes downhill, and honestly, you could’ve just let it end right where season one ended, and I would’ve gone, “Wow, that was pretty good!” It did come back and “overstay its welcome” according to manga readers, but those final chapters make up for that.

Gakkougurashi

I respect the way that this anime decided to end, but there’s a lot of potential to take it elsewhere. It has a lot of material too. I feel like not a lot of the backstories of even the main cast were revealed.

Category Three: Anime That Need Another Season

Kimi to Boku

I had a hard time determining which category this anime should go under, but I think this category fits it best. The manga does pause sometimes. There are a lot of loose ends romance-wise, but it could’ve easily gone into the previous category.

D-Frag

This is a romance anime that didn’t really get to any of its romance. It hinted, it tried, but it stuck to the comedy route (which I respect). However, there is a lot of potential if this anime ever did want to return.

Hataraku Maou-Sama

This series really needs a season two. It was an isekai before its time, and it has a lot of comedy that made me laugh. There are romance ends that are left up, and the underlying background plot went virtually nowhere. It ended, and it makes the audience go, “That was good and enjoyable”, but it leaves nothing else.

Mob Psycho 100

I’m pretty sure this anime will get another season, but it will take some time. This series does have the popularity, and since it was quite recent, I think it’s just a matter of time. Studio Bones is far too thirsty to leave their man alone. Let’s be real.

Ranma ½

I think what bothers me the most about this one is the fact that they had the right number of episodes to finish the series, but because the manga was still publishing at the time, they had to use a lot of filler which ultimately took away from a lot of the series. The Ranma manga ending had about as closed of an ending that you can have for a series like Ranma. There are some arcs in there that I think would boost the story after a lot of those OVAs left an unsatisfied taste in people’s mouths. I didn’t even bother watching those.

Nisekoi

I’m not sure if I would want an adaptation if it were to happen because I don’t like the ending anyway. There is material there though if they wanted to, and I do think it’s a bit annoying if you focus so heavily on romance and harem then just don’t end it conclusively.

Grand Blue

According to someone I know, the manga gets good. This anime was really funny during some of the parts, so I really wouldn’t mind a continuation.

Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun

This manga actually did end, and I feel like it’s really missing out by not finishing itself. Shoujo manga and other romance manga do rely on having the characters graduate, get together, etc. Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun didn’t get that chance, and since the manga has a more conclusive ending, I think the anime should too.

Tsurezure Children

This anime focuses on everything so ends up with little progression in the long run. A lot of this is puppy love, but we never really move beyond that stage with the countless couples. I think this anime would greatly benefit with a continuation because it got so little done than series that focused on one couple. Focusing on multiple couples is part of this series’ charms though.

Yuri on Ice

I personally don’t feel a strong need for a season two, but I’m sure a lot of people would enjoy it because it has a large audience that are attached to these characters. They weren’t at their final stage yet.

Edit: They just announced a continuation called “Yuri!!! on Ice The Movie: Ice Adolescence”

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

The manga just hit a really pivotal point at the time that I’m writing this post, but the manga usually publishes monthly leaving it little room for successive seasons. Regardless, I feel that the series has more than enough popularity to carry it, and despite some of the real big corners that were cut during the making of the first season, people are still invested. I actually read the manga and can say that it has enough material for a second season.

Wotakoi

I actually read the manga for this series sometimes, and let me tell you, this series REALLY SHOULD GET a continuation. Sure, it’s sweet that you know who ends up with who, but this series is about “mature romance” (i.e. beyond high school). 12 episodes isn’t enough for this series. There’s so much awesome stuff that’s happened and is happening in the manga. 

Deadman Wonderland

This anime isn’t great by any means. It’s a gore fest. However, a lot of its plot holes and questions could’ve been answered if it went further in its source material. I’m not sure how much it would’ve made it make sense, but this anime is one of the ones here that really suffered from their lack of time to adapt the manga. Without some of the explanations, this series may little sense. I don’t really want another season simply because I didn’t really enjoy this anime, but I think I put it up here just because of how much it would benefit from a continuation. 

Ouran High School Host Club

Legend has it that every April Fool’s Day, someone goes on Twitter and announces season two. As much as we’d want that, Studio Bones is busy doing something to do with Bungou Stray Dogs or My Hero Academia. I already had to debunk a fake Ouran Season Two post for someone on Discord. I didn’t really enjoy the romance in Ouran (stayed for the comedy), so it would probably benefit from a continuation, even if it is a reboot. I mostly put this one here because of how much fans want it. Personally, I’d still be able to rest in peace either way. Regardless, it woudl still benefit immensely if they were to continue what they started.

Kekkaishi

This anime actually left 200+ chapters of manga untouched when it was adapting. I’m not sure of timelines and whether it was because of the manga publishing at the time that the anime was airing. Now that it’s a finished series in terms of manga, it can always get a reboot. It’s definitely worth it since it just finished on one arc.

Akatsuki no Yona

To me, Akatsuki no Yona was okay, but it could’ve been great... if they didn’t end on literally what the entire series was building up to. As a result of that, the anime really feels like a long manga advertisement going, “Wow, you sure are stupid for not reading the manga like the rest of us nerds!” The only reason why this series isn’t even higher on the list is because the other series did a better job cementing itself into a place in my heart. Akatsuki no Yona could’ve done that if they were given enough time, but alas, this series really suffers from a lack of anime adaptation.

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

It is such a shame that this anime doesn’t have another season. The OVAs are great, but if this had another season or two, they would be legendary. The voice actors really added to the comedy (the manga is still funny, but it’s didn’t make me laugh as much as the anime). The quirky soundtrack really adds to the atmosphere, and there’s so much development that’s gone down since its first season run. I really, really, really want another season. But this anime can be enjoyed even if it doesn’t.

Gin no Saji

This anime is incredibly enjoyable even if it doesn’t have a third season, but with the manga tying up all the loose ends with Hiromu Arakawa’s incredible storytelling, I find it really disappointing that they couldn’t get another season for this. Its characters were so likeable. I watched this anime with my mom who keeps nattering about a season three. If only such a thing were to exist.

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

As with a lot of shounen anime, this ended on one arc. However, this still had well over 100+ chapters that could’ve been adapted in series to come. The seiyuu events were hilarious, and this anime really hit its stride, but it left us all hanging. Now that the manga’s finished, I feel that it would be really great if we were to get another season. There were some arcs that I read that were so good. This was the first anime I watched, and it always holds a special place in my soul. I do hear the manga goes downhill majorly towards the end, but I’m sure that even that stuff would still be watched by people like me (heck, people waited for Black Clover to get good, come on!)

This also includes the Sinbad spinoff that felt more like a trailer rather than a full series. It wasn’t given nearly enough time.

Noragami

Noragami is extremely popular, and I think one of the reasons that it didn’t get the rest adapted is because the manga went on hiatus for about a year. However, I feel that it still had more than enough material to make some more way. Studio Bones is still busy with Bungou Stray Dogs and My Hero Academia, but Noragami would benefit by cleaning up some of the cliffhangers left behind. The future arcs are also really good, so the source material at least maintains some quality.

SKET Dance

I finished this series (both anime and manga) a couple of days ago, and I want to write a post about it. It was so good. It made me read 100 chapters in two days or something. But if this were to get adapted, this would give the series a MAJOR CHANCE to fix up the ending. Unfortunately, the manga ending disappointed a lot of people (including me), so being able to maybe just give the people what they want (I don’t care if it’s cheesy). They left a good chunk of great, hilarious, and touching arcs that would be able to keep toe-to-toe with the fantastic series they’ve done up to this point. I think it might’ve stopped due to the anime catching up, but come on, I just want this anime to get equal treatment to Gintama!!! It gets compared so often anyway!!! Series like these make me think, “If I was Jeff Bezos, I would just throw my money into making another season of this.” The seiyuu of this anime made the lines so funny too. I will be thinking and talking about this series for a while. 

Anime that Deserve a Reboot

Soul Eater

They really just dropped the source material in the last half. 

No. 6

The pacing kind of sucked in comparison to other materials, apparently.

Kids on the Slope

The pacing for this also really sucked and didn’t give a conclusive ending either way.