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[i-am-baechu]

✩ Title: The Lovers

✩ Paring: Idol! Taehyung x Actress! Reader

✩ Summary: It's been a rule, if you date an actor or actress you have to be strong. Especially when you see them kissing another for their new drama. Why is it so hard to be strong?

✩ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, Tae is just an insecure boy that needs a hug and smut

✩ Playlist: Only - LeeHi & Loving With All Your Heart by Domsonegongbang

✩ Authors note: Having a heat stroke sucks. I'm finally feeling better and I'm able to post this story. I'm sorry for being sick!

Prologue

"Insecurity kills all that is beautiful". - Anonymous 

It was the early morning, the streets were still empty as the sun gently entered the buildings waking everyone up from their deep sleep. L/N Y/N slowly opened her eyes when she heard a cabinet close from the bathroom. She let out a small groan and turned towards the clock on her nightstand, 07:35 am. She ran her hand through her messy hair as she let a deep sigh out. Today was supposed to be her day off, and so was Taehyung’s but it seems like things have changed.

She glanced at the door with a frown, the talk from last night was still clouding up her mind. There was something wrong but she can’t change anything if he doesn’t tell her anything. She quickly shook her head and picked up her phone to message her best friend, Kim Sejeong. 

How is he?

She looked up from the text and stared at the wall with a hard look. It was a simple question that had a complex answer. An answer that she doesn’t have, which made things harder. 

I don’t know...he hasn’t really talked to me since our conversation. 

Give him some time. 

Kim Taehyung stared at the mirror with a hard look. He didn’t get much sleep last night, who would? Seeing the person you love cry because of your own foolishness could keep anyone up. That’s what made things so hard, especially right now. He glanced down at the sink as he closed his eyes and the scene replayed right before him. 

Being center stage was normal for Taehyung. All eyes were on him as he expressed his feelings but this was different. The center stage that he became so familiar with was on fire and the only one that felt it was him. He stared at Y/N as she wiped tears away from her eyes, "Tae, why are you ignoring me?"

There was an answer but it couldn't leave his lips. He couldn't disappoint her....he couldn't see her eyes look at him with sadness or even pity. That would make him sick. All this was caused by his brain and nothing more.

He placed his hand on top of her knee and produced the best fake smile that he could muster, "I'm sorry love. I've been so tired."

Y/N glanced at his hand and then at his face, "Is that the truth?"

No..."Yes, let's go have dinner. I'm sorry I made you cry."

"Tae, just talk to me, please. I don't want to be left in the dark."

What kind of man am I? "You won't be in the dark."

I'll solve this for us, Y/N. Don't worry about my own foolishness. I'll become better for us.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, “Baby, you’ve been in there for a long time...is everything okay?” 

His fingers gripped the countertop and let out a small cough, “I’m okay...I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

“I’ll start breakfast...” 

He listened to her footsteps until the silence was choking him. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair as he was frustrated with himself. A foolish man with a brain that tortures him and it was all his fault. Nothing more and nothing less. 

ACT I [ Three Months ago] 

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." - Pablo Neruda, from his poem "Sonnet XVII" in "100 Love Sonnets"

Y/N put her coffee back down as the glare from the Hybe building blinds her. She was sitting at a cafe across the street and on this busy morning in Korea, she was hidden away by a black piece of fabric. It was another typical morning for Y/N, to get a cup of coffee and wait for her boyfriend. Nothing more and nothing less. Well...her boyfriend was someone that everyone knew and the same goes for herself. No one in the public knew that the famous actress; L/N Y/N, was in a relationship with Kim Taehyung of Bts for four years. A secret love that was in the hands of those who were close to them and that's how it's going to be until the time is right to come out. 

She whipped her head towards the door and a smile appeared under her mask when she saw her boyfriend coming in with his black coat hiding who he was. Of course, she knew it was him, she bought him that coat on their second anniversary. She had the matching one but she kept it in a special place with her other special gifts from him. 

She stood up in excitement and quickly made her way towards him. He glanced towards the sudden footsteps and smiled under his mask. She wrapped her arm around his, causing him to snicker at her clinginess, “You look extra mysterious today, love.” 

Taehyung let out a small laugh and glanced at his jacket, “You said you wanted me to dress up like Sherlock. I hope I did him justice.”

She gently picked up the material and smiled, “My favorite detective.”

He entwined their fingers together and walked back towards her table, “Speaking of detective...”

She rolled her eyes at this and looked away from his small smirk, “It’s just another acting gig...”

He rubbed her knuckles and kissed the top of her head, “It’s not just another gig. It’s a Netflix show, that’s incredible. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m just nervous because I’m working with people who have had more experience than me.” 

They sat back at the table and he placed his hand on top of hers on the table, “I think it's exciting. Tell me about it.” 

“It’s called Human Touch...I play the female lead who falls in love with the arrogant detective.” 

He continued to rub her knuckles and nodded his head, “That sounds like all the books you read.”

She felt her face get hot under the mask and she pouted under the mask, “Don’t tease me. Are we still having lunch?” 

“Yeah, but the restaurant we want to go to is closed today. Want to go to Jin’s?” 

“Ohh, that’s free food. Let’s go!~” 

Y/N and Taehyung are the friends-to-lovers story that everyone loves to read. She was Hoseok’s best friend from high school and after not seeing each other in years, Hoseok begged her to come to a concert near where she lived at the time. She just finished her second drama and her name was trending online but that didn’t mean anything to her. She was still a rookie with a famous friend. She didn’t want to be seen as a social climber. Hoseok didn’t really care about that and she finally accepted after he got his sister to ask her to come. 

She entered the dressing room and looked around with wide and curious eyes. The room wasn’t what she was expecting. Honestly, she had no idea what to expect. The room was so large that it should be considered to be a living room. There were couches that were calling out her name but she knew how expensive they were. She didn’t want to get them dirty. 

She glanced down at her backstage pass and took a deep breath. BTS was on a whole new level of fame. She worked with famous actors/actresses but this is so different. They were known around the world and were loved by almost everyone. It made this meeting even more nerve-wracking for her. 

“Are you Hoseok-hyung’s friend?”

She turned her head and she was met with brown eyes that were really close to her own. She jumped back and tilted her head at him, “Y-Yes. Who’s asking?”

“I’m Taehyung. I just wanted to meet the person that Hoseok spent a week talking about.” 

She swallowed her spit and wiped her hand on her jeans, “I hope it was good things...he knows too much about me.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “It was all good things which is why I wanted to meet you.”

“I’m nothing special.”

He shook his head and gently tapped the middle of her forehead causing her to blink in confusion, “You are special. Don’t forget that.” 

She felt her face warm and a small smile formed, “The only special one here is you, Kim Taehyung.”

“I see you as someone special, L/N Y/N.” 

Asking her out was the hardest thing that Taehyung encountered. He had never met someone that made him so nervous before. She was different but at the same time, she was something so familiar. They both liked to recreate their first date once in a while when they weren’t too busy with work. It was special for them. 

Y/N was finishing up cleaning the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. She raised her eyebrow in confusion, she wasn’t expecting anyone tonight. She walked towards the door and looked through the small hole. 

“What the?”

She opened the door and tilted her head, “Jungkook?”

“I have a surprise for you.” 

She glanced at the clock and then back at him, “It’s literally ten at night.”

“Trust me.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Fine, you're lucky I like you.” 

What she thought was going to be a quick surprise turned into an hour's drive. She fell asleep in the car as Jungkook held in his laugh when he saw the drool going down her face. He gently shook her and she let out a small groan, “We’re here.”

She rubbed her eyes and looked around with a confused look, “Are we near the mountains?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, are you killing me?”

Jungkook gave her a confused look and shook his head, “What? No, why would you think that?”

“It’s night time and we’re by the mountains where no one can hear me scream.”

“Fair…Taehyung is waiting for you by the entrance.”

She raised her eyebrow at this and glanced through the glass, “He’s waiting for me?”

“Yeah, hurry up.”

She walked towards the entrance and raised her eyebrow when she saw Taehyung leaning against the entrance sign, “Tae?”

He immediately stood up straight and gave her a boxy smile, “Y-Your here?”

“Yes?”

“He was supposed to text me…never mind that.” He leaned down and took something behind the sign. Her eyes widened at the bright roses and her mouth dropped, “Tae?”

“You said you always wanted red roses and to watch the stars.”

she glanced at the roses and then at him, “I did…you remember that?”

“I always remember what you say.”

She took the roses and smiled at them, “What does this mean?”

“I want you to be my shooting star. Will you be my star?” 

It was the start of something but Y/N never thought Taehyung would see her as more. Now after four years, she’s become more confident with herself and her career. It took a long time but here she was standing strong with a smile on her face and the love of her life supporting her. 

Taehyung opened the door for her and the smell of food hit her with full force. She turned towards Taehyung pulling her mask down, “I’m so excited for this. You have no idea.”

He chuckled at this and gently tapped the middle of her forehead, “It’s because you didn’t eat all day.”

She pouted at this and pulled her mask up, “Leave me alone. Let’s go eat.” 

“Drinking coffee isn’t food, Y/N.”

“Then feeeeddd mee.” 

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Taehyung was in his studio typing away when the door opened. He leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrow when he saw Jungkook panting heavily, “What happened to you?” 

“Jaehyun told me something interesting.”

“How does that involve me?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone from his pocket. Taehyung continued to watch him with confused eyes, It’s eight in the morning? What could happen this early? He was met with a bright screen and he squinted his eyes at the screen to read whatever it was; NCT Jaehyun stars in a new drama with L/N Y/N. Human Touch is the highly anticipated show after the Webtoon finished in January causing fans to demand a drama. The director said it will come out somewhere between November or December making it the perfect drama for fall or winter. 

Taehyung smiled at this and looked up at Jungkook, “That’s exciting.” 

“I know, Jae said it took a while for SM to accept it but he was glad he got it.” 

“Did he read the comic?”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and put his phone back in his pocket, “He said he always wanted to work with Y/N. He really admires her.”

He raised his eyebrow at this but quickly shook the uneasiness, “I’m excited for Y/N. She didn’t think she would get the part.”

“I can’t wait to watch Noona on the screen.” 

“CUT! You did a good job L/N!” 

Y/N smiled at this and bowed at the director. It was another day that she had to film a commercial for a lip product that turned into a photoshoot and shoot. Two for one deal. Her manager walked towards her with a smile, “I have big news.”

Y/N took a sip of her water and raised her eyebrow, “Oh?” 

“Jaehyun is officially part of the cast.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and she placed her water on the table, “Really? That’s great. I feel like he would play the role so well.” 

“With your help, SM finally accepted it.” 

“That’s really exciting.” She felt her phone vibrant in her pocket and she took it out. She smiled when she saw it was Taehyung texting her, I saw the article. I’m so proud of you, love. 

“There’s going to be a quick meeting regarding the drama at four this evening.” 

Y/N put her phone back in her pocket and nodded at her manager, “Okay, is it with the full case? That’s really fast.” 

“The director wants to meet with the two leads, that’s it.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the director for her photoshoot, “I don’t have a problem. I think we're done taking the pictures.” 

“I’ll go speak to the director. You wait here.” 

She watched her manager go towards the director when she felt another buzz in her pocket. She took her phone out and let out a small laugh when she read the text, Why haven’t you messaged me back? :( 

I’m sorry, I was talking to my manager. I’m going to meet Jaehyun today with the director. I’m really excited to meet with him, I begged for the director to get him on this project after watching his audition tape.

Oh? You asked for him? 

It was between Jaehyun and Kyung-soo.

Those are good choices...Are we still up for tonight? 

Of course, we are!

Taehyung placed his phone on his desk as he stared at his computer screen. She asked for him specifically? Why do I feel weird about this? He shook his head and sat up straight in his computer chair, “It’s probably nothing.”

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She opened the door to see Taehyung on the couch sitting with Yeontan. She raised her eyebrow at this and pouted, “Tae.” 

He turned his head and smiled at her from the couch, “Hey baby.”

This was weird. He usually waited by the door for her but she shrugged her shoulders and set her stuff in their right places, “You didn’t pick up when I called.” 

“Sorry, I just got out of a meeting. I didn’t look at my phone.” 

That was weird, part two. He always checked his phone but she let it slide because she knew he was busy with his music. She nodded her head and walked towards him with her slippers echoing through the apartment. She sat next to him and leaned her head against his arm, “The meeting went well. Jaehyun is perfect for this role.” 

Taehyung nodded his head and kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy for you. What do you want for dinner?” 

“Oh, Jaehyun bought me some food after the meeting. I’m okay.”

Taehyung nodded his head but he had a sharp look that Y/N didn’t notice, “What did he get you?” 

“He got me japchae and yook hwei.” 

How did he know that was her favorite? “Oh, that’s your favorite. That’s good he got that for you.” 

“It was really sweet of him to do that. He wanted to show he was grateful for me.” 

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head, “For?”

“Basically telling SM to give him this role. It wasn’t easy but we won at the end of the day. I’m just glad the show is going to be so good with him on the team.”

Why is she so excited for him? “I’m glad...” 

Act II [ Green Eyed] 

‘There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.’ - Lope De Vega 

“Baek-hyeon, I-I-”

He rolled his eyes and turned towards Aera with an annoyed look, “You don’t believe in me? Why?”

Aera shook her head at this, “I do believe in you-”

“Then act like it.”

Aera took a step back and looked away from him. She couldn’t see the anger in his eyes, “I’m just scared for you. It’s dangerous for you.”

“I’m a detective. This is what I do.”

“CUT!” 

Y/N turned towards the director and pouted, “What’s wrong?” 

“The lighting made a glare in the lens. We need to re-do the scene.” 

Y/N nodded her head and turned towards Jaehyun with a smile, “You did really well. I think you need to be more assertive when you say I’m a detective. It would sound better.”

“You think so? I don’t want them to hate him.”

“His personality is arrogant and he’s somewhat cold. It’s going to show good character development later on.”

Jaehyun nodded his head at her and put his fingers under his chin, “Ah, I see. I’ll make notes. Thanks.” 

She watched him go to his chair as she went towards her dressing room. Even though this morning was productive, it wasn’t a good one. Taehyung left without saying goodbye to her but he texted her saying he had a surprise morning meeting. He always said goodbye to her, no matter what. 

She sat in her dressing room and clicked on the person she wanted to FaceTime with, “Hey you.” 

Kim Sejeong repositioned her camera and waved at her, “Hey, how’s filming?”

Y/N leaned back in her chair and smiled, “It was good. We got half of the first episode done.” 

Sejeong raised her eyebrow at her tone, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N sighed and shook her head, “I think I’m overthinking.��

“You tend to do that. What’s wrong?”

“Taehyung, he didn’t say goodbye to me this morning. He always kisses the top of my head but he didn’t do it this time.”

“Did he text you?”

Y/N pouted and nodded her head, “He did…you think I’m overthinking?”

“It depends. What did the text say?”

“Sorry, I didn’t kiss you. I had a surprise meeting.”

Sejeong raised her eyebrow at this, “Is that all he said?”

“Yeah, he didn’t send his usual heart emoji to me.”

“Maybe he’s busy. It was a surprise meeting.”

Y/N nodded her head, “Maybe. The past two weeks have been crazy. I’ve been filming non-stop and it feels like I barely see him.” 

“Try and squeeze him in there. Tell him you love him more.”

There was a knock on the door and she glanced at the dark wood, “Y/N, the director is ready.” 

She glanced back at her phone and waved at Sejeong, “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Talk to you later. Fighting!”

Taehyung sat in the practice room with a blank expression. Y/N has been so busy with filming that she’s barely had time with her. He understood but she was spending so much time with Jaehyun that he was becoming a second thought. He knows how it is, filming and all that. Logically he understands but emotionally he doesn’t. That was the frustrating part. He knew it was stupid to feel like this but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Jimin raised his eyebrow to see Taehyung sitting on the ground. He set his stuff on the floor and made his way to him. Taehyung was in such deep thought that he didn’t even notice Jimin sitting next to him. 

“You good?”

Taehyung jumped and turned to see Jimin’s concerned eyes, “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to. You look like you got stuff on your mind.”

“I do.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Taehyung sat there for a minute and thought about it. If he told Jimin then he would suggest talking to Y/N and he really didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want Y/N to know how he was feeling because it was wrong for him to feel like that. She has never felt jealous with all the dating rumors he got with other girls. He couldn’t tell her that he was jealous because of this. It didn’t make sense to feel that way. 

“No, it’s just something stupid.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Don’t worry.” 

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Y/N and Taehyung were on a date and Y/N planned the whole day. After talking with Sejeong, she decided that on her next day off she was going to spend the whole day with Taehyung. She was going to do everything they like to do together today. It’s been about a month since they really had a date, a real date. They had quick lunches but she didn’t consider those to be dates, 

She’s also noticed that Taehyung has been acting differently. At first, she thought she was overthinking but now she knew it wasn’t her mind playing games. There was something wrong with him. She kinda figured that it was because she wasn’t really talking to him or spending time with him. It was her fault that there was miscommunication and she wanted to say sorry for it. 

They walked in the private park near their apartment and she planned to have a simple picnic. It was a nice day, the sun was out after a long week of rain. It was finally sunny, it was a sign from the universe to fix their problem. 

They sat near the small pound and she took out all of the sandwiches that she made for the day. She sent the last drink and looked at him with a smile, “I made all your favorites. They ran out of your tea so I got the lemonade you like. Is that okay?”

Taehyung picked up a sandwich and nodded his head, “It’s fine.” 

She smiled at this and looked across the pond, “It’s a nice day. I’m glad I get to spend the day with you.”

“I am too.”

She looked back at him and she frowned a little, “I’m sorry that I haven’t really been talking to you that much. I feel bad...I noticed that you haven’t really talked to me. I’m sorry that I only noticed until a couple of days ago.” 

Taehyung stopped eating and stared at the pink blanket. I made her feel like this? It’s so stupid that I feel like this. It’s not worth making her sad. He put down the sandwich and looked at her with a small smile, “It’s my fault too. I have a phone, I know how to use it. Don’t apologize.”

She placed her hand on top of his and shook her head, “You always text me first. I should’ve texted you first. I wanted this date to be perfect.”

Taehyung gave her a small smile and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips, “It is perfect.” 

Right before she could say something, her phone buzzed. She picked her phone up and unlocked it to see Jaehyun texted her, I was wondering if tonight we can practice our lines together. I’m having a hard time with this upcoming scene

Of course, we can. Is it the ice skating scene?

Yeah, I don’t know how to express his feelings and I can’t land my lines

Don’t worry I’ll help you. Is seven good?

That’s perfect, thanks

No problem 

Y/N put her phone back and she smiled at him, “I’m just glad I can spend time with you. I missed you.”

“Who was that?”

She raised her eyebrow and glanced at her phone then back at him, “It was just Jaehyun. He needed help with a scene.”

Taehyung felt his chest tighten. That was the second time that Jaehyun asked for help. He knew acting was hard but to ask for help constantly from her, that’s weird. Well to him. Logically it makes sense to ask for help but he didn’t want it to be her. He took a bit from his sandwich and nodded his head, “How’s it going with filming?”

Y/N took a sip of her lemonade and smiled, “It’s been so good. All the scenes look really good and I’m so excited for you to see the final product. I worked really hard.” 

“I know you’ve been working hard. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby. 

He tried his best to smile but it was really hard especially when his chest hurts, “How’s Jaehyun?”

“He’s been working really hard. This is his first real acting gig and he’s improving with each shoot. I knew he was the perfect choice.”

Perfect choice....”I’m glad..”

“Tae, are you okay?

“I am. Why?”

She tilted her head and frowned at him, “There’s something on your mind...I can tell. You can tell me anything.” 

This has nothing to do with you...It’s my own dumb thoughts. He leaned towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I’m just stressed about work. That’s all.”

“I’ll yell at Namjoon for making you work so much. You need a break.”

My brain needs a break from everything. “You need a break too, baby.”

“Let’s watch our anime today and just watch the clouds. That would be perfect.”

“It will be, love.”

They laid back and watched the romance anime that they started together. It was a cute anime, a simple school anime but nevertheless, they loved it. Taehyung glanced at Y/N who was snuggling up into his side. She was so beautiful, especially in moments like this. He turned his attention back to the screen and his smile disappeared. He watched the female lead kiss another guy for a play they were holding. He watched the male lead leave the stage and he couldn’t help but feel seen at that moment. It was silly to find an anime to resonate with you. 

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She sighed at the phone and tossed it onto her table. It’s been two months and Taehyung is acting worse now. He barely texted her and when they were in the same room he barely talked to her. She knew she was lacking on her half of the chorus and she knew that all her reasons were sounding like excuses now. She didn’t want Taehyung to feel like she was taking advantage of him. That was the last thing she wanted him to feel. 

She walked out of her dressing room and entered the meeting room. She bowed to everyone and sat next to Jaehyun with a smile on her face, “Do you know what this meeting is for?”

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his water, “I heard it’s about a scene.” 

“Scene?” 

The director let out a small cough and smiled at everyone, “The next scene is going to be a tough one. Jaehyun, you will have a stunt double jumping off a building while it’s raining. The scene itself is Baek-hyeon and Aera’s first kiss. Aera will kiss Baek-hyeon out of panic for his safety but Baek-hyeon will not acknowledge it because he knows it was out of panic. This scene is going to show Aera finally accepting her feelings towards Baek-hyeon. Today let’s take a break and come back tomorrow for this scene.” 

Y/N smiled at this and looked at Jaehyun, “Your first stunt double. That’s exciting.” 

“It is. I like the story so far.”

“I do too. You want to get lunch?”

“Lunch sounds good.”

They stood up and bowed to everyone as they made their way out of the office. Jaehyun opened the door for her and they headed towards a restaurant right across their building. They talked about random things, Jaehyun told her about his solo album that he was working on but he had no idea when it was going to come out. She told him that after this drama, she is going to take a small break and focus on her personal life. 

They sat together and clinked their beer bottles together, “Baek-hyeon!”

“Aera!~” 

She let out a small laugh and took her phone out to send a text to Taehyung, I’m eating with Jaehyun! I’ll be home in an hour. I love you.

Be safe. Love u. 

Taehyung stood in his bedroom and frowned at himself. This was the second dinner that Y/N missed. He knew it was his fault for not voicing his feelings but what was he supposed to say to her? “Stop hanging out with Jaehyun because I feel insecure.” That sounded ridiculous because he had no right to be insecure with their relationship. He had everything he could ask for. An apartment, a dog he loves, a girlfriend that he wants to marry someday, and a job that will help his family for the rest of his life. What more can he ask for? 

He got up and decided to take a quick walk around the neighborhood. The fresh air can help him clear his mind. He put the leash on Yeontan and locked up his house. The walk was nice. There was a light wind that put him at ease and the smell of the flowers made him think of Y/N. It was truly relaxing. 

Y/N let out a laugh and leaned back in her chair, “I would love to meet Mark. I think I would get along with him.” 

“I think so too.” 

She took the final sip of her beer and smiled, “I think I’m done for the night.” 

“Let me get you a ride.” 

Y/N shook her head and took her phone out, “I’ll do it. Don’t worry.” 

“No, let me. I want to make sure you get home safe.” 

“Fine, I’ll pay for your food next time.”

Jaehyun smiled at this and took his jacket off of his chair, “Perfect.”

Jaehyun waited for the car and opened the door for her and waved at her, “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thank you, Jae. Get home safely.” 

“I will.” 

Y/N leaned her head against the glass and let out a deep sigh. She was feeling better after going out and having fun. She didn’t think about her stress at home and was finally able to clear her mind. Maybe now she could tell Taehyung how much she missed him. She rushed her way into the building and she was so excited to see him that she didn’t notice her hair tie falling out of her hair. She opened the door and she smiled when she saw Taehyung in the living room holding Yeontan in his arms. 

She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist causing him to jump at the sudden action. He set Yeontan down and turned around to see Y/N already looking at him, “Y/N?”

“I missed you.” 

He smiled to himself and kissed the top of her head, “I missed you more.” 

“I have the rest of the night off.”

“You want to relax?” 

“Can we have a bath? We’ve been so busy and I just want to be in your arms.” 

He felt warmth spread through his body and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’ll hold you.” 

Something within him changed and she felt his tight grip on her ass as he pushed her against the wall near the bathroom. He tasted the alcohol but he ignored it because all he saw was her, “T-Tae.” 

She gasped against his lips but hearing her say his name made his mind blinded with the need of her. His grip only tightened as he ground his hips against hers, “Y/N.”

“C-Can’t we go to the bedroom?” 

“No.” He muttered, lips moving down her neck with his teeth scraping over her collarbone, “I need you now.” 

He dragged her back to the couch with his hands already ripping off her clothes as he pushed her down into the cushions. The look in his eyes was something that she missed. It’s been a while since they had sex. It was due to their crazy work schedule but that all changes tonight, “I missed you.” 

He yanked off his shirt and smiled down at her, “Missed you more.” His hands traced every curve of her body, squeezing her thighs, and his rough fingers brushing over her nipples. He kissed down to her stomach and spread open her legs to get what he wanted. Her clit in his mouth, sucking on it like he was dying. The way he worked his tongue made sure she remembered what it was like to be with him. 

He stood up and cussed under his breath, “Let me get a condom.” 

“I-I’ll be here...” 

She watched him leave and she couldn’t help but laugh. She propped herself up on the couch with her on all fours waiting for him. When he entered back, he couldn’t help the smirk appearing. He slid the condom on and rubbed her back, “Good girl.” 

“Tae, I need you.” 

He didn’t bother with responding and pushed himself into her. He felt her pussy clenched around his cock and he couldn’t help but let out a groan, “I’m the only one that makes you feel like this.” 

“O-Only you.” 

“It’s always going to be me.” 

He let out another groan, sliding deeper into her. He missed this. Her in his arms and just loving each other. It was his fault but maybe the feelings will go away now that they're together. He looked down at her and seeing her whimper just made him feel his heart swell. He rubbed her hips gently as he continued to thrust into her. Her breath caught in her throat and a breathy gasp escaped. 

She spasmed around him and she felt her body shiver at the feeling. Taehyung put two fingers in her mouth and she would never deny him. He brought the fingers down to her clit, making her back arched. He felt himself release into the condom and he leaned down kissing her neck. They pressed their forehead together and he kissed her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more. So much more, Y/N.” 

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“Taehyung, are you going to watch me film?” 

Taehyung smiled at her and nodded his head, “You watched me film for my music video. I need to do the same with you now.” 

Y/N smiled and nodded her head as she put her jacket on, “I’m excited. It’s one of the final scenes.” 

Taehyung put on his shoes and nodded his head, “Oh, what’s the scene?”

“Baek-hyeon and Aera kiss but they're not together yet. It’s just her realizing that she liked him.” 

“You're going to kiss Jaehyun today?” 

She turned towards him and nodded her head, “Yeah, it’s our first kissing scene and I’m hoping it’s a one-take.” 

Taehyung nodded his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m hoping that too...”

She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, “What was that?” 

“Nothing, just having a hard time putting my shoes on.” 

They got into his car and he couldn’t focus on anything she was talking about. He kept picturing her kissing Jaehyun. He knew it was for a show but seeing her kiss Jaehyun was different. She wanted Jaehyun on this project and he couldn’t let that go. She was so excited for him to be on this, how was going to focus?

“Tae, are you okay?”

He parked the car and turned towards her with a small smile, “I’m okay. Are you ready?”

“Always.” 

He sat in the background and he saw the chemistry that she had with Jaehyun. He felt his chest tighten when he saw Jaehyun pushing some hair back, touching her face gently. He watched Y/N wrap her arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss. The kiss was like their first kiss, shocking but passionate. He hated it. 

“CUT! ONE MORE TAKE!” 

This was going to kill him. He knows it. He leaned more into the chair and tried his best to ignore the kissing scene but he couldn’t help it. His eyes always moved up from his phone and watched Y/N kiss him. Over and over again. 

It's been a rule, if you date an actor or actress you have to be strong. Especially when you see them kissing another for their new drama. Why is it so hard to be strong?

Final Act [ Don’t Leave Me Please ] 

“Now my forever’s falling down’ - V, Sweet Night 

It was the early morning, the streets were still empty as the sun gently entered the buildings waking everyone up from their deep sleep. Y/N slowly opened her eyes when she heard a cabinet close from the bathroom. She let out a small groan and turned towards the clock on her nightstand, 07:35 am. She ran her hand through her messy hair as she let a deep sigh out. Today was supposed to be her day off, and so was Taehyung’s but it seems like things have changed.

She glanced at the door with a frown, the talk from last night was still clouding up her mind. There was something wrong but she can’t change anything if he doesn’t tell her anything. She quickly shook her head and picked up her phone to message Sejeong. 

How is he?

She looked up from the text and stared at the wall with a hard look. It was a simple question that had a complex answer. An answer that she doesn’t have, which made things harder. 

I don’t know...he hasn’t really talked to me since our conversation. 

Give him some time. 

 Taehyung stared at the mirror with a hard look. He didn’t get much sleep last night, who would? Seeing the person you love cry because of your own foolishness could keep anyone up. That’s what made things so hard, especially right now. He glanced down at the sink as he closed his eyes and the scene replayed right before him. 

Being center stage was normal for Taehyung. All eyes were on him as he expressed his feelings but this was different. The center stage that he became so familiar with was on fire and the only one that felt it was him. He stared at Y/N as she wiped tears away from her eyes, "Tae, why are you ignoring me?"

There was an answer but it couldn't leave his lips. He couldn't disappoint her....he couldn't see her eyes look at him with sadness or even pity. That would make him sick. All this was caused by his brain and nothing more.

He placed his hand on top of her knee and produced the best fake smile that he could muster, "I'm sorry love. I've been so tired."

Y/N glanced at his hand and then at his face, "Is that the truth?"

No..."Yes, let's go have dinner. I'm sorry I made you cry."

"Tae, just talk to me, please. I don't want to be left in the dark."

What kind of man am I? "You won't be in the dark."

I'll solve this for us, Y/N. Don't worry about my own foolishness. I'll become better for us.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, “Baby, you’ve been in there for a long time...is everything okay?” 

His fingers gripped the countertop and let out a small cough, “I’m okay...I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

“I’ll start breakfast...” 

He listened to her footsteps until the silence was choking him. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair as he was frustrated with himself. A foolish man with a brain that tortures him and it was all his fault. Nothing more and nothing less. 

Taehyung has been like this for weeks now. Ever since the kiss, she knew something was really wrong. Not even his members could answer her and that’s what made everything so frustrating. No one knew what was wrong with him. 

She was home now, filming was over with and she thought things would change but nothing. Taehyung was still acting like she wasn’t there. The next month would be when she would go overseas for the next episodes and she wouldn't see him. She needed to settle this now before things got worse. 

Taehyung entered the kitchen and she sighed at his aura. She turned towards him with her arms crossed, “Tae, Jae invited us to his concert tonight. I was thinking-”

“I don’t want to go.”

Y/N frowned at this and shook her head at this, “Why? It would be a good date-”

“I just don’t want to go. You can have fun with Jaehyun.” 

She rolled her eyes and took her breakfast, “Fine.” 

He watched her leave the kitchen and he couldn’t help but feel like shit. He continued to make her upset but she was doing this for her. If he didn’t see Jaehyun then he wouldn’t feel the way he does. It would benefit the both of them but he couldn’t tell her this. He didn’t want to explain how he felt. It was hard for him to understand, he still didn’t understand how he felt or maybe he did but he didn’t want to voice it. He looked down at his food and felt sick to his stomach, he kept fucking up and he hated himself for that. 

She ate in the living room and ignored him sitting next to her. She was just focusing on her phone and she texted Sejeong again. He doesn’t want to go to the concert with me.

Y/N...have you ever considered that he could be jealous?

What? Why would he be jealous? 

Just think about it.

She glanced up from her phone and then at him, jealous? Why would Taehyung be jealous? 

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The concert was amazing, she was finally going to meet NCT and she was so excited to do so. She was upset that Taehyung wasn’t with her but she tried her best to ignore that. She walked towards backstage and waved her hand at Jaehyun with excitement. She gave him a friendly hug and patted his back, “You were amazing out there.” 

“Thanks, Y/N, it means a lot. Did Taehyung not come?”

She frowned and shook her head, “He didn’t want to come.” 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I thought this concert would bring you two together...not push you further apart.” 

“What do you mean?”  

Jaehyun let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t see it?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Y/N, Taehyung is jealous.”

She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes, “He can’t be-”

“Why? Why can’t he feel jealous?” 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him, “He’s never jealous. I tried making him jealous before we started dating and he never showed me signs.”

“He probably was jealous and never showed you...I would be jealous if I saw my girlfriend kiss another guy in front of me.”

“But he knows this is my job.”

Jaehyun shook his head at this, “It doesn’t matter. You can’t stop the heart.” 

Y/N looked down at the ground and then back at Jaehyun with a guilty face, “Oh my god...I noticed that he was acting differently but I always assumed it was because of me...I thought it was because I was working so much.” 

“This is why you guys talk to each other. You can solve a lot of problems by talking.”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan and shook her head, “Shut up, I don’t need this right now. I’m going home to fix it.” 

“Tell him I said hi.”

She ignored him and made her way out of the arena. She didn’t even realize how fast she was walking until she bumped into someone. She looked up to say sorry but her eyes widened when she saw who it was, “Taehyung?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come with you. I was acting childish for not speaking up when something was wrong.”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist, “No, I’m stupid because I noticed something was wrong but I didn’t do anything to fix it.” 

“No, I didn’t voice anything to you. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” 

She was about to disagree but Taehyung brought her into a kiss, a sweet quick kiss. He put their foreheads together and smiled, “I’ll tell you more when we get home but I just needed to kiss you.” 

“I liked it...Jaehyun told me you were jealous. Before we go, can you tell me.”

Taehyung sighed and glanced at the wall with a guilty look, “Yeah...I was jealous. I’ll tell you more at home.” 

She nodded her head and made their way to his car, hand in hand. For the first time, they didn’t care if they were seen. The car ride was quiet as he moved his way in and out of the busy streets. She sat down on their couch and she looked up at him with eyes that made him feel safe. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned back at her, “I talked to Yoongi...”

“Oh? When?”

“When you left...”

Taehyung sighed to himself as he sat back on his bed. He felt guilty but he couldn’t see Y/N cheer for Jaehyun. It was too much for him. He grabbed his phone and dialed the person that always helped him, “Hello?”

“Hyung, I need help.”

Yoongi sighed into his phone, “Is everything okay? Did you do something stupid again-”

“I’m jealous of Jaehyun.”

“Wait, you're jealous?” 

Taehyung sighed and laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling with a blank face, “I’m jealous of seeing him with Y/N. It’s so stupid because I know it’s her job and all this-”

“Tae, you can’t control how you feel. It happens.”

“I never feel like this. I shouldn’t be jealous, I have everything I could ever ask for.”

Yoongi sighed again and Taehyung could imagine him shaking his head, “It doesn’t matter what you have, sometimes you can’t help it. It’s okay to feel like that but you have to tell Y/N. I’m going to guess you didn’t tell her.”

Taehyung rubbed his forehead roughly, “No...I was hiding it from her.”

“How long?”

“Four months....”

“Dude, you're stupid. Go talk to her, now. Before I go down there and cut your hair.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I can see Yoongi say that...Taehyung, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I felt like it was stupid. You were never jealous of what I do and I felt like if I was jealous...it would show you I’m not strong enough.”

Y/N stood up from the couch and stood in front of him. She pushed some hair back and shook her head, “You're strong to me. It makes you stronger when you talk about your feelings.” 

“I know that now...It was because you wanted Jaehyun on this project. You were so excited to be in this series that it made me feel...it made me feel jealous that you wanted him. I thought it was because you had feelings for him or something. It’s stupid.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not stupid. It’s how you feel. I wanted Jaehyun because he wanted me to help him with his acting. I also saw how well he acted in his tape and it would be stupid of me to deny him. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” 

“I just wanted to show you that I’m supportive.”

“I already knew that, Tae.”

She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. He smiled at her and leaned his forehead against hers, “I asked for the next couple of months off so I could go with you to film.”

“Really!?”

He nodded his head and kissed the tip of her nose, “I’ll show you how I’m the supportive boyfriend. Even if I’m jealous sometimes...”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “My little jelly bean.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed some hair back, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I would never leave you...ever.”

Epilogue 

“I need you like a heart needs a beat” - One Republic

Y/N put her earring in when the dressing room door opened. She turned around and smiled, “You look great.”

Taehyung fixed his tie and smirked at her. He slowly walked up to her and one finger trailed from her cleavage to her chin, “I could say the same.”

She was wearing a black sequin dress that showed off her curves perfectly. Taehyung always went weak when she had bright red lipstick, it made him want to eat her out right there. Y/N pulled his tie to give him a quick kiss, “Are you going to be jealous tonight? You're going to see me kiss Jaehyun on the big screen.”

“Keep teasing me like that and I’ll make the press write an interesting story.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Why is Y/N limping?”

She felt her face get hot and she smacked his chest, “You're so annoying.” 

“But I’m yours.”

She let out a small laugh and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, “You're all mine. Forever.” As she said this, her ring shined under the dim dressing room light. The press was going to have a field day with that but they didn’t care. This was their universe and we were just living in it. 

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Twisted Devotion | Kim Taehyung (m) Part 1.

*This is a fan fiction. completely fictional. The behaviour of characters in this fiction is not something to emulate. You are responsible for your own consumption. Thank you.*

*This is original work. Do not copyright*

Pair: Yandere Taehyung × Obsessed Reader

Summary: You were obsessed freak for the new police officer in the town. Trying to get into his heart and pants both with your efforts. But when you give up on him, he comes again in your life and you were dumbfounded when you get to know that he isn't a normal police officer.

Warning: The behaviour of characters are not something to emulate. Reader isn't yandere just crazy for him, blood, reader cuts herself for show off, argument, appearance of choi Yeonjun.

Rainy season has touched South Korea, although many people hated rain Kim Taehyung was not one of them. And it was for variants of reasons.

One of those reasons being her. That woman.

He unintentionally looked at the door as if his eyes were waiting for her. The longing of seeing her was so much that he started hallucinating her standing at door, all drenched, her outfit clearly showing cleavage and her palm all bloody - wait! What?!.

Taehyung snapped out of his imagination while he saw you standing there in real. He quickly got up after he realised that you were crying for help. The junior officer, Choi Yeonjun who was standing beside can't help but cringe. You were coming into police station regularly since two weeks.

And even a blind person can figure out you were in love with officer Kim. He just saw you as a silly girl who was begging for attention. People will say he's too harsh but looking at you clinging on officer Kim like your life depends on it, he was sure.

Taehyung doesn't know what to do, you were crying - probably fake. He knows you by now. And complaining about some unknown person who harmed you. Him being a gentleman gave you a handkerchief and told you to sit on the other side to write a report. Thankfully Yeonjun was already out when hugged him.

He saw your obvious pout after pulling out of hug.

"So, did you see their faces?" Taehyung asked the question even after being sure that this was self harm.

"Won't you ask me how I am?!!" You asked in slight anger tone.

"My palm has been cut open!!" It was not that big but you wanted to see worry or love or whatever it is in his eyes.

Taehyung massaged his head, loudly breathing through his nose. He remembered the night he met you - some goons had attacked you. You were lucky that he was nearby. He fought with them in his regular black tshirt with leather jacket. It was raining so it went all slow motion for you. Your knight in shining armor was nothing less compared to heroes in films.

He lend you his jacket to make you feel more safe. And there were butterflies in your stomach as he made such move. You asked for cleaning his little wounds to touch him, feel his muscles and he thought you were just being kind.

After that night you visited the police station as he told you he works there. You brought him luxurious gifts just simply on the name of being saved. Only if he knew you already gone for him.

He thought it was cute. After that day, she seemed to be everywhere—offering him homemade cookies, dropping by the precinct with lunch, giving him luxurious gifts here and there even if he refused.

You were quite flirty as well but what began as harmless flirtation quickly escalated into something much more unnerving. Every day, you found new ways to insert yourself into his life.

Like - right now you were being pain in the ass. Solely focusing on does he care about her - not even caring about her wounds.

"You need to back off , YN!" Taehyung told you, his voice tight with frustration.

You were silenced by his serious tone.

“This isn’t cute anymore. It’s not a game. Stay away from me.”

But You weren't deterred.

“Taehyung, you don’t mean that,” you said as your voice soft and coaxing, as if you could soothe away his anger with just a few words. You reached out to touch his hand, but he jerked away, his patience at its breaking point.

You were upset not with him but with yourself. You being a rich brat was always given what you wanted. So you were determined to get him to love you.

But now you understood that love can't be forced even after trying so many times you failed to gain his love. You can't always win anything even with money sometimes.

You stood up and left the police station. Your hand was taken care by him while you were expressing your agony.

It's been awhile, taehyung hadn't seen you. Who was he kidding tho it was just second day of you not visiting him.

Taehyung couldn't believe you didn't come the other day after argument. He thought you will enter with your sunshine smile and homemade cookies in your hand, flirting with him by openly calling him baby and talking dirty just to make him blush.

On the first day of your disappearance, he was astonished not founding you by his office door with some notorious idea to see him but he became busy to stop the feeling, the feeling of loneliness. He was surrounded by people but at the same time he wasn't. It was like you had his identity, and that somehow made him happy.

The second day was normal for everyone but not Taehyung, not him.

At first, it was just a flicker of curiosity. He wondered where were you, what were you doing, why the heck you had finally listened to him. But as the day turned into night, that curiosity grew into something more—a strange, burning need to see you again.

The rain wasn't stopping and for the first time he felt like hating the rain for the first time. It can't be right?! He promised himself to be rain lover all his life.

He began to replay your encounters in his mind, each memory sharpened by the absence of your chaotic energy.

And then, the dreams started. Dreams where you was the one pulling away, where he was the one chasing you, begging for your attention. Each time he woke, his heart pounded in his chest, his sheets twisted and damp with sweat and maybe some white substance. He hated the way you had wormed your way into his thoughts, but he couldn’t stop it. The more he tried to push you away, the more you consumed him.

Soon, Taehyung found himself driving by your apartment, lingering outside the places you used to wait for him, hoping for a glimpse of the woman he had once been so desperate to escape.

The tables had turned, and now, it was Taehyung who was haunted by the obsession that had once belonged to her.

But except it wasn't just a normal obsession, it was intense. Seems like you didn't know about officer Kim Taehyung at all.

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I...do? (part one)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f. reader (ft Jung Hoseok briefly) Summary: Based on the film ‘the proposal’ - You hate your boss. He's rude, arrogant and conceited, not to mention works you to the bone, day and night. So walking into one of his meetings, where he announces your upcoming wedding, you being shocked is the least of it. But when he threatens the career you've worked so hard for, can you still say no to his proposal? Genre: Enemies to lovers au / CEO au / fake dating au / colleagues to lovers au / co-workers to lovers / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 18+ (future chapters will be nfsw) Warnings (per chapter): blackmail / manipulation / rudeness / angst W/C: 2.9k Banner: @shadowkoo you are amazing Beta: @beomcoups and @cherrysoulth thank you so much!  Notes: So this has been in the works for about four fucking years now and I’ve decided to do this as a series and i’m finally ready to start posting! Sorry to anyone who has been waiting. This was originally for the 'spring will come again' event with @bangtanarmynet Please, share and comment, it will really help with motivation for writing, which I have been lacking for a while. Thank you so much for reading! Taglist: @ladyartemesia @taestannie @somewhereofftheglobe @moonchild1 @taebangtanbabe @leedoesntknaur @siadreams @m-1234

It’s a lovely spring morning; the trees are green, and the flowers are beginning to bloom. The sun is out and the air is fresh. You have one of the most beautiful views in the city outside your office, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the new growth and warm weather. You’re relaxing into your seat, basking in it…that is, until the elevator down the hall stops on your floor, and you know exactly who's about to step off. You type out your usual frantic message to everyone in their office cubicles in the expanse between the elevators and his office, which you sit directly outside of, and hit send.

Y/n: Satan is entering the gates of hell

Everyone rushes frantically back to their desks. Hushed whispers sound across the void, filling the atmosphere with nervous energy. The elevator dings and silence is instant. You watch as your boss struts along, ignoring everyone else’s presence entirely. 

“Good morning, sir,” you remark with a polite smile as soon as he reaches your desk, to which he strides past you, straight into his office. Resisting the urge to make a sarcastic remark, you focus back on your work, but your irritation grows towards him. Your patience is already thin this morning.

Discreetly, you glance in his direction, noting the way he sits behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, leg crossed casually over the other, and flipping through document pages with an arrogance you can see, even from here. You absolutely hate how good-looking he is. Why does someone so infuriating get to look like that? It somehow makes his whole attitude even worse.

His low voice calling your name snaps your attention. "Get in here."

Sliding your chair out from under your desk, you follow orders.

“Yes, Mr Kim, ” you respond, standing with hands clasped in front of you. Your posture and all-black attire, particularly the skirt, were requested by him.

“Where was my usual tea this morning?” he asks, eyes unwavering from the pages he's absorbed in. 

“The shop was closed this morning, sir, and I thought it best not to go to the other one, as you told me their tea 'looks and tastes like noodle soup.'” Your heart races with annoyance, as you chew the inside of your lip, attempting to hold back any smart-arse remarks.

I’ll tell you where I’d like to put your tea, sir, I’d shove it right up your-

“Then, what is this?” He points to the mug you left on his desk in replacement, a look of disdain twisting his face.

“That’s the tea I made for you, Sir.”

His eyes meet yours for a second with a hard stare. “Right, well next time, how about...don’t.” 

Your teeth clamp together, jaw tensing as you struggle to bite back your retort, instead opting to take the tea and down it right in front of him. The hot liquid burns your throat as it slides down uncomfortably, and you carefully place the mug back on his desk, wiping the corners of your mouth with your fingertips.

"Is that better, sir?" You smile sweetly, but it’s written all over his face that he knows it’s not genuine judging by the glare he throws your way.

Your stomach somersaults nervously, worrying you've gone too far before his eyes fall back down to his paper.

“I have an unscheduled meeting in twenty minutes, it’s important, so make sure I am not disturbed by anyone. Are we clear?” He meets your eyes again, the intimidating aura he radiates hitting you fiercely.

“Y-yes, Mr Kim. Should I delay the ten o’clock meeting then?”

“You’re a smart girl; figure it out.” 

He looks back down at his work, seeming bored of your presence, but you stand there aghast as to what you can reply to that without getting fired.

“Get out.” He waves a hand, dismissing you.

"Right away, sir." You bow dramatically before leaving and closing the door, forcing yourself not to slam it and wishing you could go and scream into a pillow. 

Mr Kim Taehyung can kiss your arse.

Sitting back down at your desk, searching for anything to get your mind off the frustratingly rude man, when your mobile phone rings, surprising you. Even more so when you see it's your mum.

"Yes, mama, I'll be down this weekend," you say quietly into your phone once you're finally able to get a word in. Keeping your voice low to avoid your slave driver of a boss hearing your personal call.

Your mother’s squeal makes you giggle. "Like I'd miss my parents’ thirtieth wedding anniversary celebration."

"How long are you staying for this time? It's been too long since I've seen my baby!" she stresses.

You can't help the smile that tugs at your mouth. "I know, mama, I'm still working on that."

"You need to tell that boss of yours that enough is enough before he ends up working you to the bone!" Her disapproving tone makes you feel at home.

You see Mr Kim heading your way, "Hmm-mmm, listen, ma, I've got to go; I'll see you this weekend. Love you." You hang up abruptly and get straight back to typing.

"Personal calls should be taken at personal times," he says firmly, heading off down the hall.

Heat flashes up your chest, and your attempt to bite down a retort wavers, "That would mean me being allowed a personal life, sir, " you call after him.

His steps falter for a brief moment before continuing on with not another word or so much as a glance in your direction. 

You swallow and let out the breath you didn't realise you'd been holding, envisioning hurling your phone at the back of his head. I wonder how hard I'd have to throw it to knock him unconscious or to at least give him a concussion.

Taking a long breath and trying not to grind your teeth, something that has become a habit lately and focusing back on your workload.

A short while later, Mr Kim is sitting in his unscheduled “important” meeting, meaning you could blissfully get on with paperwork without interruption. However, glancing up from your computer, you notice how tense and somewhat uncomfortable Mr Kim looks, something most uncharacteristic of him. So it does not surprise you when your work phone vibrates loudly at your desk. Looking down, you see the message "Save me," sent from him, your usual code system to get him out of something he really doesn't want to be part of anymore.

Getting up from your desk and striding across the space, you knock quietly on the door before entering.

"Sir, you have an urgent call on--"

"Ah, here she is," Mr Kim beams at you, a sight that is not only shocking because of how rare it is but also how breathtakingly gorgeous his smile is. You stand there frozen in your spot, unsure what has caused this sudden change in his mood. "No need to stand on ceremony, sweetheart; Mr. Jung is well aware of our upcoming nuptials." 

You stare at him blankly, wondering if he's perhaps having some kind of stroke and considering whether or not you should call an ambulance. He comes over to your rooted feet by the door, and before you can say anything, his arm winds around your waist and guides you over to his desk. You're hyper-aware of his hand on you in such an intimate manner and it infuriates you, boiling your blood liquid hot in your veins. It feels like everything's moving in slow motion while you attempt to piece together all the chaotic thoughts happening in your mind, but nothing makes any sense. 

Upcoming nuptials? Hell would have to freeze over more than once for you to be hitched to a man as rage-inducing as him. In fact, you'd rather be a miserable, shrivelled-up spinster living with a household full of cats than walk down an aisle where he's waiting for you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and please, call me Hoseok." Mr Jung stands up and shakes your hand, offering you a dazzling grin. You don't fail to notice his suspicious gaze raking over you and your boss. "So, a wedding, that sure is exciting, huh?" he asks you, raising an eyebrow as he waits for your response.

You feel Mr Kim's hand dig into your waist, sparking you to say, "Yes, very. Who doesn't love a wedding?"

Hoseok laughs. "It's true, they are such joyous occasions. Are you prepared? Is everything set, I mean?"

Before you can say anything, you hear your boss's baritone voice beside you, sending vibrations through your body and muddling your mind even more. "There are still a few things here and there to take care of, but I have faith it will all be done in time."

"Perfect." The man smiles at you. "So your families know about this wedding?" 

Hell, I didn't even know about it, so they definitely don't.

"I don't have any family; both my parents died years ago, no siblings or grandparents alive," Mr Kim admits, voice impassive. You can't help but be surprised by this new piece of information. You’re unsure if that was true or part of his weird ruse, but your heart tugs a little at imagining someone not having anyone, even someone as vile as him.

"Oh, I am sorry," Hoseok offers, "and what about your family?" He aims at you.

"We were planning on telling her family this weekend," Mr Kim interjects. “It's her parents' wedding anniversary, so we thought we'd go up there for the bank holiday and surprise them, didn't we, sweetheart?" 

You clench your teeth together to stop your mouth from popping open in shock. He squeezes you closer to his side, a movement that has you tensing your jaw in an attempt to keep the searing in your veins down to a minimum. 

"Yes, yes, we are," you add, forcing a smile.

"So what happens now?" Mr Kim asks.

You glance up at him, then at Hoseok, who seems to be scrutinising your every move. You resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably in Mr Kim's grasp.

"Well, you'll both have to come in for an interview at some point. Provided you both pass this stage and I deem this marriage legitimate then, we'll fill in the necessary paperwork, you'll no longer be deported and your new visa will be valid."

You no longer hear the words being said, everything becoming muffled and moving in slow motion. Deportation!? Legitimate marriage!? That's why he's made this up, so he can stay in the country. 

You feel your stomach drop to your feet, heavy, yet threatening to shoot up and out of your mouth, decorating his office carpet.

"Great. Is there anything else you need from us, Mr Jung?"

He taps his chin and stares at you quizzically. "Just make sure neither of you are lying, then we'll have no problems. A fine and prison time is not to be looked at lightly."

What!? You laugh nervously. "People actually get sent to prison for that?"

He nods. "Sure, it happens all the time. You could face up to five years in prison and a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar fine, and yet people still think that they can trick us." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Anyway, I'll be sending you both a letter about when and where your interview will occur, most likely in a few weeks, I look forward to seeing you both then." 

You shake hands before he's gone and both of you are rooted to the spot, staring after him. 

Soon enough, Mr Kim moves back around to his desk, flicking through his papers, his eyes focused as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.

You stand there frozen, waiting for some kind of explanation, and when nothing comes, you speak up, "Excuse me, sir, but what was that?"

He sighs as if bored by your presence and continues to focus on the files in front of him. "They were going to fire me once I got deported and give Mr Park my job."

You stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. 

"Don't worry, we'll get married and get a quickie divorce. It will be over in no time."

You feel like your feet will surely collapse from the weight of this burden that has suddenly become yours. Without asking or consenting, you've ended up in a situation you're unsure how to deal with or get out of.

"Sir," you finally speak, breaking through your stunned silence and swallowing the burning you feel rising into your throat. "I cannot marry you."

Finally, he drops his papers and meets your panicked eyes. "Listen, you don't really have a choice; if you don't, I'll fire you and ensure that any new job you apply for will have zero interest in hiring you. I'll make something up so terrible you'll be blacklisted, and where will that leave you, after all the hard work you've put in during the last three years? Hmm?"

You stare into his cold, dark eyes and know there's no hint of a lie or an exaggeration in his words. 

“All of those late nights runs to the grocery store for me, all the weekend calls and late night working will have been for nothing.”

You struggle to find the words, feeling your world crashing in on you and smothering you beyond belief. Feeling yourself being pushed against a rock and a mountain with nowhere to escape, when all your legs want to do is run.

You suck deep breaths into your lungs. 

He would ruin your career and everything you've worked so hard for. In one fell swoop, your life would be over. For the last three years your job has been everything, not allowing an ounce of a social life; no holidays and no relationships, nothing has existed outside of your job.

Not to mention, how could you afford your apartment if you had no job? You'd have to move back home with your parents to small-town life...the thought made your stomach churn, that was more frightening than anything. 

"If I do this, I'm taking a big risk here, so I'm going to need some assurances."

He smirks, sinking back into his chair and folding his arms across his chest. The material of his blazer stretched across his bicep muscles, giving him an even more intimidating edge.

"I wasn't aware you were in a position to make demands."

Your hands clench into fists at your sides, longing to make a connection to his perfectly chiselled jaw, as anger bubbles inside the deepest pit of hatred you have for this man.

"I could go to prison! You're not asking me to go on a business trip; you're asking me to marry you so you can stay in the country! So, you either give me what I want, or I quit here and now, and bye-bye, Mr Kim, hello, Mr Park." turning towards his office door, your face flushes with angry heat. Feeling brazen and reckless, two can play at this game and if you are going to do this, you are damn sure you're going to make it worth your while.

"Wait," he says quickly.

Glancing back, you watch the smugness on his features slowly die as he realises how serious you are. "What is it you want?"

"A promotion. Not a bullshit one you make up so I can continue assisting you either."

He sighs and massages his temples. "Ok, ok, fine. How about the head of a department?"

You've wanted that since you started at this company; ever since you were hired, that has been your focus and the only thing getting you through this role.

"Hm, which department?" You act coy, knowing there's only one answer you want to hear.

He rubs his face and groans, his cool, calm exterior well and truly forgotten. "Design. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Taken aback by how he could have known that you pause for a moment before composing yourself once again. "Yes. I want it in writing and signed by you." 

"Fine."

You nod, feeling a triumphant bloom expand in your chest.

"Are we done here?" He asks.

"Ask me nicely." 

His hands come down hard on the desk; an exasperated look withers his face. "What?"

"Ask me nicely to marry you."

His mouth pops open, closes, and opens again. His cheeks flush, and the sight makes you smile. Who would have thought something so simple would make him blush?

"That's ridiculous."

"Ok, goodbye, Mr Kim; I wish I could say nice knowing you." You turn and push his office door open.

"Alright," he calls. "Just….shut the door."

You can hear the pleading in his voice, knowing how desperate he is and wondering how much you should take advantage of that. You do as he says, step back into the room, and watch with unashamed amusement as he stands up and rounds his desk, closing the gap between you rather sheepishly.

He takes a deep breath as his eyes stay fixed on your blazer's lapels. "Will-"

"On one knee, please." You interrupt.

His cheeks darken as he prepares to argue, but he second-thinks as his eyes flit desperately between yours. He slowly sinks down onto the ground at your feet and plasters on a fake and yet still dazzling smile, "Will you, please, marry me?" he finally says, sarcasm dripping off of every word.

For a moment, you enjoy the sight of him on his knees in front of you, looking up through thick eyelashes, but your abhorrence of him stops your mind from going any further.

"Fine," you reply with a smirk as you walk out, leaving him staring at your back. If you are doing this for him, you sure as hell are going to make him pay for it.

[the-simp-of-all-simps-22]

CEO/CheabolTaehyung x Artist reader

Disclaimers: Spelling mistakes, unhealthy Obsession, Yandere. Taehyung is going to get worse and worse as this goes on.

Chapter One: History repeats

Y/n and Chan-Yung Strolled towards the front entrance of a Luxurious Hotel in the heart of Seoul. But wasn't no ordinary hotel; it owned by the second wealthiest family in South Korea, the Kim family, the matriarch of Seoul. Kim Soyeon. Had stepped down from running KJL, and her son, Kim Taehyung was set to take her replace. KJL was hosting a party to celebrate Mrs. Kim's retirement and Taehyung's debut as the CEO. Kim Taehyung was known as one of the most eligible bachelors in South Korea - tall, handsome, wealthy - the epitome of every woman's dreams.

Y/n looks around the room at all the elites laughing with their champagne glasses in hand. "Why did you invite me again?" Y/n fakes smiles looking around the room then turning her head to her best friend Chan-Yung

"You think I want to come here by myself with all these people that look like they have a stick up their ass, hell no!! Plus you owe me for that ice cream you made me buy for you." Y/n gives Chan-Yung a face of bitch you cannot be for real face

"Really bitch, you're making me come over for some ice cream?" Chan-Yung gives y/n a smug smile, a waiter walks over with a tray of champagne glasses on it y/n and Chan-Yung thanks the waiter before clicking the glasses together.

Chan-Yung's distant cousin Seo-Jun walks over wearing a pink suit "Chan-Yung, my dear you look stunning tonight sweetie. And you are?" Seo-Jun asked taking a sip of his wine

"Cousin, this is my best friend, L/N Y/N, one of the best artist in Seoul! She did that painting in my mother's foyer that you love looking at." Seo-Jun eyes light up "Oh my, you are very talented my love, Jae Seo-Jun the rainbow sheep of the family obviously."

"Thank you, Love the fit." Y/n gives Seo-Jun a polite smile "Cheers ladies y'all look amazin, Not better than me don't get it twisted." They all click their glasses together laughing at Seo-Jun's comment

As Y/n sips her campaign across the room y/n eye let Kim Taehyung and an undeniable spark ignited between them, setting the stage for a captivating love story. However, Taehyung gaze seemed more intense almost fixated, drawing y/n attention until he was snapped back to realty by his mother standing beside him. When Taehyung father joins them, he looks at Taehyung then back at y/n he then frowns deeply and a thought cross his mind. "History is going to repeat itself."

History will in fact repeat itself....

[cinnaminyoons]

ONE BREATH !!

!!   kth x m!reader 

!!   wc | 2.9k

!!   tags | artist!tae, athlete!reader, high-school!au, swearing, talk of death, suggestive

[ event masterlist ]

non-believer soulmates

fake not-dating

“give me your hands. i don’t care. give them to me.”

at the edge of the city, where the thick blue haze of a late spring evening drapes over skyscrapers and bright company logos like a winter coat, kim taehyung kisses a pretty boy. he has a gorgeous laugh, and a slightly too-tight white shirt that rides up to reveal a sliver of hip above a black leather belt, and he's spent so long pressed against taehyung that he smells like him. the boy has the same deep constellation of dark gold freckles on the edge of his knuckles as taehyung does, but does not paint over them with makeup like taehyung.

"you're amazing," you whisper, eyes locked on his as he hovers above you, one hand on your chest and the other arm braced against the cool grass. the picnic blanket exists for a reason, but taehyung doesn't wish to move.

"thanks," he chuckles, tracing the outline of your jaw with a touch as light as air. it tickles. his smile glows in the moonlight. "i could kiss you forever."

"forever sounds like a long, long time. you think they'd find our bodies up here?" you ask.

he smiles and sits up, placing your head on his thigh. "no. this is our place. our secret. above the city, off a hiking trail on a ledge that might crack off and kill both of us without remorse..."

he plays with your hair. "i would jump off a cliff if it meant jumping off with you."

"that's dangerous talk, baby," you murmur, gazing up at him. "if both of us die, how are we supposed to be together?"

he loves with his whole body – he loves with tight muscles wound like springs, with giggles and whispers behind palms, with steady breaths turned wobbly from a glance.

"how do you know we won't be?" he retorts. his gaze flickers to the old wooden fence along one edge of the small clearing, overburdened with vines and wild berries. "if i have to be mentioned, i would like it to be in the same breath as your name. that way, we would be together forever. we come as a package."

you gaze up at him, all bright smiles and wondrous laughter, and catch his hand to place over your heart. "only you can make a vicious death full of shattered bones sound so romantic. wanna make out?"

"absolutely," taehyung replies breathlessly. "but if we do fall, don't let go of me. i won't let go of you. promise me."

artists love like death loves, and you seal the promise with a kiss.

—

"you know, taehyung-ah, you should bring that boy around," his mother suggests idly, reaching across the table to place another dinner roll on his plate. he accepts one, but she tries to give him another, and he protects his plate with an alarmed flash of his hand. she pushes the lightly-golden roll against his knuckles until he caves and she smiles victoriously.

"who?" taehyung ventures. beneath the dinner table, he rubs his palm against the crinkled acrylic smears of colour on his jeans. 

"the one you're daydreaming about right now, of course," she says, so matter-of-fact that taehyung almost forgets to blush. she takes the bread taehyung's younger siblings are squabbling over and breaks it in two without so much as a blink. they quieten and she hums. "he's such a sweetheart. he picks you up every single day, honey, and he's not at all hard on the eyes – you must think so too, or you wouldn’t have painted him like that on your sketchbook. oh, what's his name, again?" she snaps her fingers. "yn! that's it, isn't it? the lovely boy with your freckles on his hand?"

she draws a circle on the side of her hand. taehyung places his under the table, away from her prying gaze, and sighs. "he's just a friend – seriously. you're reading into this way too much. so what if we have similar marks? don't tell me that i have to marry the girl at the grocery store with a freckle on her lip."

she waves her hands, dispelling his arguments like a cloud of cigarette smoke. "that's not the same, dear. you and that boy – when you get married, you come and tell me first, okay? i want to hear all about it!"

"eomma," he whines, "we are friends. please don't make this weird."

"and what should i tell our friends – that my handsome eldest son is an available bachelor? they'll be swarming us – swarming you – with their most compatible daughters, and you will have to tell them that you don't like girls two hundred times. can you keep the smile on your face for so long?"

he sighs, cracking open the bread roll with his knife and buttering its warm inner goodness. "i don't know."

"well, with that attitude, you'll be marrying their daughters in a week." here it comes. "you should really bring him to the party."

"eomma, i told you—"

"just as friends, then!" the inflection on friends twitches slightly, and taehyung wonders if she suspects. "you would look so handsome on his arm, taehyung-ah. i'll come suit-shopping with you – and your father, too, if he can find some time away from work."

he munches on the dinner roll sullenly, teeth ripping at the fluffy white bread and shredded meat. "i'm just arm-candy? smile and wave, let hyung do the talking for me?"

"you must admit, you'd do a fine job at it," she teases, and he scoffs a laugh. her voice softens. "i'm being serious, taehyung. you should bring him to meet us sometime – he's such a big part of your life, yet i haven't exchanged more than a single word with him. at least do your mother this one favour, honey?"

he sets down the stuffed bread, running his thumb over the edge of the scattered freckles. he purses his lips, a transparent play at annoyance.

 "fine," he says, and his mother's face lights up. "on one condition. i won't pretend to date him, and i have no concerns about starting arguments regarding who i might marry."

"that's two conditions," she notes, "but all right. i can work with that. you tell that good-looking friend of yours to match his tie with your suit."

his brow furrows. "why can't my tie match his suit?"

—

"i look like a bitchy ken doll."

"don't be so negative, baby," you whisper in his ear, smiling at a passing elderly man. he strolls by on his walker and grins with missing teeth, lifting a wrinkled hand in a wave. you lean towards taehyung again. "you look stunning."

he rolls his eyes and hides a smile in your bicep, both hands hooked loosely over your forearm. "is that why you insisted on walking behind me?"

"oh, yeah. absolutely ravishing view."

"shameless," he murmurs, straightening up and loosening his grasp. he places them in the pockets of his slim, hot-pink trousers, casting a careless gaze over the sunny mixture of family and friends. your fingers graze the curls at the back of his neck and he knows you feel his shiver – that playful smirk tells it all.

instead of reprimanding you – as he has been for the last thirty minutes for dropping your gaze too low and staring at him lovingly from across the yard – he smiles and steps closer. he fixes the knot of your pink tie and smooths slender fingers over your notched lapels.

his tongue darts out over his lower lip, no more than a tease of rosy pink. his gaze flickers up through his lashes, his hands still on your chest.

"you clean up well," he hums, sliding his hands over your stomach and sides with the guise of smoothing the dark jacket. "but i think you look a thousand times more dashing in your leathers. that helmet, too – makes me surprisingly warm, given that i can't even see your face under the visor."

after a quick glance around, your easy grin drops once into something darker, heavier. you place a hand on the side of his ribs – not too low to be immediately romantic, but intimate all the same.

"really?" you say thoughtfully, though your gaze promises something far more exciting. you run a finger along the collar of his ribbed black turtleneck. "well, we've been here long enough. i'm sure we can get back before your mother notices us – we'll pretend i had a wardrobe malfunction."

taehyung nearly purrs and rakes his nails down the centre of your chest, catching on the buttons of your shirt. his breath is warm on your neck. "oh, after me, you won't have to pretend..."

"taehyung-ah, where are you? i want you to meet my daughters!"

you jump apart just as one of the family friends steps around the door to taehyung's bedroom. the woman glances between you, puzzlement flickering over her features, but taehyung gives her a dazzling smile, stepping away from you and hovering a hand over her shoulder blades.

"of course. i'll be right along with you."

he pauses in the doorway, glancing back with a meaningful eye-widening and a finger pressed to his lips. later, he mouths, before disappearing around the corner and down the stairs.

you sigh and lean against the windowsill, glancing out into the backyard below. taehyung, a sparkling hot-pink star, speaks to two sweet-looking girls while a carousel of children whoops and screams around his ankles. one grabs his belt with surprising speed and force and he keeps one hand gripping his belt ferociously as he pries the child's chubby fingers off.

you watch with a small smile as he bobs down to the boy's level, hands on his small shoulders. his expression is firm but gentle as his mouth moves, and the child slowly shakes his head. they pinky-promise, and taehyung lets him run back to his big sister.

"you're good with children," you comment the next time you find him, huddled away on the veranda with a can of coca-cola in one hand.

he turns with a growing smile. "you think so?"

"of course," you say, coming to stand next to him with your hands in your pockets. he crouches to watch a ladybug shuffle slowly across the step towards a flowering bush. you glance down at him, tilting your head to catch a glimpse of his face.

he's smiling, rather too broadly to be at a simple ladybug. shifting your weight onto the other foot, you rest against the rail and don't mention it, though your chest warms.

"i think my mother knows," taehyung says eventually. the last sliver of red disappears under a leaf and he brushes off his thighs as he stands.

"knows what?"

"about us," he clarifies, swirling his can of cola like a glass of wine. he taps the rim gently, gnawing on his bottom lip. "she always wants to meet you."

"she did, today," you hum. "she's really nice. i don't know why you didn't introduce her to me earlier – she practically glows when she talks about you."

"but she adores the whole 'soulmate' bullshit," he mutters, kicking a pebble with the tip of his glossy black shoe. "she'll obviously point out our hands and say that we were destined to be together."

your smile softens. you nudge his shoulder with your own. "we can always insist we're not dating. i'll go kiss a few people, you'll go kiss a few people, and voila."

"i don't want to kiss other people," he mumbles sulkily. "i wanna kiss you. besides, even if we kiss randoms and then tell everyone we're together, she'll just say 'i told you so' even louder."

he shakes his head and lifts the can to his lips. "i don't want everyone to think we're only dating because we're 'soulmates'." he crooks his fingers in air quotations. "love is a lot more than finding the other end of the red string. it's hard. it's a choice. i can keep loving you, for years and years and years, because i choose to keep going and work things out, but i can't do the same with infatuation – because what do you do when the puppy love fades and the arguments get sharper? stop loving them? break up? be sad forever because your soulmate eats like a camel and you can't stand it anymore? the idea of soulmates is an obstructive crutch."

your arm snakes around his shoulders. he sighs heavily against you, curling into your shoulder. "do you feel better, now?"

he nods, dark-chocolate curls nudging your chin.

"are you talking about me?" you tease. "do i eat like a camel?"

he exhales softly. "no... you have good table manners." his mouth twists. "eomma would love that about you."

the suburban streets are peaceful. the occasional car pulls out of a driveway. someone in shorts and sandals drags their bins up the side of their house.

he hums and stands on his own. your hand slips down to his waist. "thanks for listening to my monologue. you must think i'm crazy, ranting about love like i've lived an entire life full of it."

"you have." you laugh gently at his startled look. "eighteen years is an entire life. your entire life – up to this very second. i don't know about you, but i've been hopelessly in love with you since we were kids."

shyly, he runs his thumb over the cold rim of the can. "i love being in love with you," he whispers, finally glancing up. "is that a weird thing to say? i'm sorry. y'know, seeing you at school, playing soccer and rugby and running track or whatever else... i wondered, sometimes, if i had it all backwards. really – i don't like running. i hate being tackled. why would a greater being put us together when we barely have anything in common?"

it takes a while for you to respond. "we don't. not anymore. but i broke my green crayon and you let me borrow yours, and i still love you for it. you didn't know who i was – i could've broken yours as well, but you still lent it to me."

"you're over-analysing it," he says, but the words are thick in his throat with emotion. he leans into your warmth as a breeze wafts by, placing his can on the railing. "i was four and always taught to share my things."

"i'm happy that you were the one who happened to have a spare." you smile, but it's almost a wince. "ouch. i'm starting to sound like your parents, huh?"

"it's okay, hyung. it... almost sounds good when it comes from you."

his eyes are liquid gold in the sunset. his lips are strawberry clouds. he grabs your lapels and tugs you in – you melt like sugar at the warm sticky sweetness of him, and the summer heat wraps around your bodies as he pulls at his turtleneck.

 "it's so hot in this," he murmurs, tilting his head to the side and loosing a content sigh as your lips trail up to his earlobe. "can we go, please? we'll go to our spot. they won't notice – they've got ten sugar-fuelled children to chase after."

"can i change your mind?" you end your journey at his lips. he hums, fingers hooked in your belt loops. "baby, you can't keep running forever. do you ever want to introduce me to your parents properly? because, yeah, i'll go rock climbing with you, but i also want to kiss you when we reach the top, and you've always said you hate having to hide it. hide us. why don't we just... show them? who cares what they think?"

"'who cares', hyung...?" he turns his temple into yours, closing his eyes. "i want them to know we're more than some stupid matching freckles. i don't want a novelty soulmate relationship where the only thing people talk about is the proof of compatibility. i want people to see us, and i want them to know that i'd love you just as deeply without these marks."

you cup his cheek and he kisses the softness of your palm, pushing into it. "they will, taehyung. i promise – they'll see us and jealousy will grab them by the throat. i swear it."

taehyung lifts his pinky. you grin and hook yours around his, shaking on it with great gravitas.

he inhales deeply and holds out his hands, palms up. he shakes them impatiently. "come on, then – give me your hands. i don't care. give them to me."

you slide your hands into his and he squeezes them, lips tightening with resolute determination. he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"they'll know who we are," he whispers, "and what we are. they'll know our names and how they fit perfectly together – all in the same breath."

you laugh softly, swinging your hands between your bodies. the identical freckles seem to shimmer but all you can think about is the soft, saccharine taste of his lips. he grins, too, reckless and bright. "don't let go of me."

"i won't let go of you," he promises, and the sweet ring of it against the glass echoes deep in the lava-white bones of your souls.

[dearweirdme]

Why would Taennie be mediaplay or pr?? Taehyung is part of the most popular group in the world, and he's arguably the most popular member, why would he do pr? There's nothing for him to gain from it. And why now?? The taennie rumors have been circulating since late 2021 when he followed then unfollowed her on Instagram, and he was quick to take it to weverse and say it was an accident. Then the Jeju island pics came months later in May. Then the gurumi pics came around August last year. Then the Paris pics last month. And none of these things were confirmed nor denied. Taehyung usually denies dating rumors that involve him himself, so obviously this one is real and his privacy has been breached, so he can't lie and say it isn't real, but he doesn't owe us a confirmation either. It's his personal life.

Hi anon!

I don’t think you are fully understanding the meaning and workings of pr. Every (!) celeb does pr. The ways in which they do this may differ hugely, but pr is necessary to reach the top and it is necessary to stay on top. BTS has always done pr. BlackPink has always done pr.

Let’s take this out of the realm of Kpop for a minute (a little distance to see things clearly). A quick search online gave me these articles. All of these are pr.

David Beckham wants to stay in the eye of the public, so he gets papped every now and then. The British royal family has enough problems for a lifetime, so they try and avert attention. Taylor Swift means what she says, but it’s also good for her image. And Kim Kardashian’s whole life is basically pr. No matter how famous you are… there’s always going to be goals to reach, scandals to bury, or just trying to keep on top. Paps don’t go looking for celebs as they used to. Celebs have become pro-active, so they can keep control of what’s being written about them. Linking this article again:

You might think Tae and Jennie don’t need the promo, I can guarantee that their companies think differently. Tae is entering a new era. Going solo is very different from being a part of BTS.. and he possibly has something to hide (ofcourse he has!!). Jennie possibly wants to act more. She has much stuff to promote (pr) and has already gained a lot of promo for her new series on HBO. Pr is part of a celeb’s life.. whether they like it or not.

Now what you possibly mean is that Tae doesn’t need to have a fake relationship. In a perfect world, no he wouldn’t… but this world isn’t perfect and queer people sadly enough have to hide. If he chooses to combine that with a strong dose of pr.. then he certainly wouldn’t be the first one.

Ofcourse he won’t deny or confirm.. this works way better.

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List of all Seokjin fics under 'Athlete / Sports' AU:

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* Last updated: 30/04/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by 1kook volleyball team captain!Seokjin, team manager!reader, college au

* Bruised by dawnagustd s trainer's son!Seokjin, MMA fighter!reader Summary: Seokjin is intentionally trying to make your day harder but two can play that game.

Promise by hyungieyoongi established relationship Summary: Jin teaches reader to snowboard.

Swim Captain by taleasnewastime swim captain!Seokjin

Three by dreamyjoons fighter!Seokjin, established relationship Summary: “Please don’t cry.”

O N E S H O T S

All You’re Giving Me is Friction by hot-soop s wc~28.3k / surfer!Seokjin, lifeguard!reader, lovers to enemies to lovers Summary: You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

Allez by hamsterclaw s wc~8.9k / fencer!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: Seokjin's the latest fencer to join your parents' studio. He's competitive, beautiful and challenges you in ways beyond the foil.

By the Pool by bluewhale52 s wc~2.9k / ft JJK, boyfriend!Seokjin, coach!Seokjin, university au, PWP Summary: Jungkook has to stay back after practice, thanks to you. But perhaps, staying back isn’t so bad after all.

Come Sail Away by the-boy-meets-evil s wc~7.8k / enemies to lovers Summary: Kim Seokjin is the captain of a sailing team bound for one of the biggest regattas around. Only one problem: that team also includes Taehyung, who's incredibly accident prone. Will he let you save the day despite your history?

Fast Lane by yminie s wc~20k / Formula One racer!Seokjin, pit crew!reader, enemies to lovers Summary: “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

Float like a Butterfly, Swim like a Fish by bangtaninink s wc~2.9k / swim captain!Seokjin, college au, PWP Summary: Pool sex with college senior and captain of the swim team Jin.

Grand Slam by sugarushsuga s wc~4.2k / established relationship, idol au Summary: A Tennis class leads your boyfriend’s fertile imagination into jealous mode. But you know what to say and do to calm him down.

Heart of Gold (Blades of Ice) by ve1vetyoongi s wc~20k / hockey player!Seokjin, figure skater!reader, childhood friends to lovers Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart.

Riding Fakie by ugh-yoongi wc~14.2k / skater!Seokjin, fake dating, enemies to lovers Summary: The one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend and end up with so much more.

Rings by persphonesorchid s wc~17.7k / boxer!Seokjin Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him.

Stuck With You by taleasnewastime s wc~29.6k / snowboarder!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: It’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

What a Racquet [AO3] by reliablemitten wc~3k / tennis player!Seokjin, neighbors au Summary: You write a note to the anonymous piano player in your building.

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴��𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝐼

Taehyung's POV

It's been four days and my dear still hasn't woken up. I healed her perfectly. Why isn't she waking up? I was sitting beside my dear and rubbing her arms. Is the temperature right? Was she feeling okay? Is it too hot with the blanket?

"Wake up, dear," I plead, "I can't lose you again. Please."

I hold onto her hand and kiss it, "If you wake up, I swear I'll buy you anything. I'll give you anything. You're joining Korean Archaeology Expeditions, right? I'll fund your first expedition. No. I'll fund every expedition you go on. No! I'll just buy the entire company and make sure you have a nice time. I'll take you everywhere. I'll show you our castle in Luxon and tell you everything about ancient people, how they lived, where they lived and everything. You just have to wake up, my dear."

I didn't realise I was crying until I heard my phone ring. I wipe my tears and answer the call.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Sir," my secretary speaks, "It's been four days since you came to the office. You have to come here, please."

"I have to take care of someone," I reply.

"Sir, please. Hire a maid to look after them. Just one day. Please come to the office. There's a HUGE mess and the media are here," he begs.

"Okay," I hang up.

I sigh and look at my dear, "I have to go check out something in my company. I'll be back soon."

I call my maid and instruct her to not take her eyes off my dear. I quickly drive to my office and see a ruckus on the outside. I check my phone to see the news headline.

Mr Kim, CEO of Kim Enterprises accused of black magic.

What the hell just happened here? CEO of Kim Enterprises, Mr Kim teleported?

People are shocked: Is it fake? Here's an analysis of the video.

Click here to see the video of Mr Kim teleporting with a woman.

Who is this woman? Find out here.

Oh

my 

God

What the hell? Why are humans so annoying? I rush inside the office from the back door.

"Secretary?" I call.

"Sir!" He comes running to me, "Mess! Huge mess. I don't know what to do. The relations officer needs to see you now!"

"Okay," I follow him.

"Sir?" He asks, "I-Is that video real?"

"No," I reply.

"Sir!" The relations officer runs to me, "What is that video, sir?"

"Couldn't you see? I was helping a woman," I snap at him.

"What is the brown puff and you disappearing?" He asks.

"I don't know," I reply.

"Sir, who is that woman?" My secretary asks. 

"None of your business," I reply.

"They all found out. They're calling her a slvt-" he informs.

"WHAT?" I ask.

"See the comments under this post," he says pointing at his phone.

Mr Kim Teleported!!!??!!?1!1!!?!😱😱😱😱

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Who is that girl guys? 

Comments (17)

Anonymous Mango: Woah, that's definitely fake. It can't be real. 

Replying to Anonymous Mango > JeffreeStarFanGirl69: Ikr!! People are so dramatic. I feel sorry for the girl I saw someone call her a sl*t for no reason. 

Replying to JeffreeStarFanGirl69 > JustANoOne: What? Really? Why would they call her a sl*t. She was bleeding and dying ffs.

JeanDoOrDie: She's prolly Mr Kim's sl*t haha that's why he cares so much.

Replying toJeanDoOrDie > OkayMamaSick: What? Why are you assuming? She could have been his sis or something. Why would he be at a college graduation ceremony otherwise?

Replying to OkayMamaSick > NoNoBoySTAYAWAY: Yeah she could have been a relative.

Replying toOkayMamaSick > JeanDoOrDie: Mr Kim doesn't have a sister or any relatives. I know him.

Replying to OkayMamaSick > WhereAmI: I mean she kinda hot so... maybe?

DigorstangShat4ever: I know that girl. She graduated from my college a few days ago. Her name is Min Yuna.

I was fuming in anger as I read those comments. What the hell is wrong with people and who the hell is this 'JeanDoOrDie'? How does she know me? 

"Who is this user?" I ask pointing out the person's username.

"Jean," my secretary says, "That girl who always flirts with you."

"I see," I clench my jaw.

"What do we do about this?" The relations officer asks.

"Find me who posted this video first and get me his details," I order.

"Okay, sir," they both leave.

I run my hands through my hair. Should have listened to my minister.

I'll be killing that girl first... Jean.

My phone starts ringing and I answer it, "Hel-"

"SIR! MA'AM IS AWAKE!" The maid screams.

"WHAT?" I ask, "I'm coming."

I run out of my office room to be stopped by my secretary, "Sir! Where are you going? We need to fix this!"

I push him out of the way and run, "I don't care!"

I run into a secluded area in my office and teleport. I run into my room to see my dear panicking and the maid trying to calm her down.

"Dear," I whisper to myself.

"WHO ARE YOU?" She screams, "AND WHERE AM I?"

"Yuna," I walk towards her, "You are safe."

"What happened?" She asks, "Where is my grandfather?"

"H-he," I stutter, "I'll explain. Please sit down."

"Who are you?" She asks.

"I'm Kim Taehyung," I introduce myself.

"I'm Min Yuna if you didn't know," she informs.

"I know," I reply.

"How do you know me?" She asks.

"I was a close friend of your grandfather's," I answer.

"He's," I sigh and lie, "He's missing."

"WHAT?" She screams.

"Please calm down," I extend my hands.

She slaps them away, "What the hell happened?"

"You got into an accident," I inform her.

"And?" She asks.

"I brought you here," I reply.

"I got into an accident?" She asks, "Then where are my injuries?" She looks at herself.

"You didn't get many injuries," I reply.

"How many days was I out for?" She asks.

"Four," I reply.

"Four?" She raises her eyebrow, "I was out for only four days and I have no injuries?"

"Y-yeah," I stutter.

"Where am I?" She asks.

"In my house," I reply.

"Why are you keeping me here?" She asks.

"Because I knew your grandfather and he asked me to take care of you," I reply.

"Why would he ask you to take care of me?" She asks.

"He trusted me the most," I smile.

"How come I don't know you?" She asks.

"W-we were supposed to be arranged for a marriage," I lie.

"What?" She asks.

"Your grandfather promised your hand in marriage to me for money," I lie and paint him bad.

"No," she shakes her head, "He would never do that."

"He wanted money for your education," I gulp, "So he made a deal with me."

"What deal?" She asks.

"You," I reply.

She closes her and buries her head in her knees, "So he sold me to feed me?"

"H-he didn't sell you," I stutter.

"Why do you want my hand in marriage?" She asks.

"I don't know-"

"How old are you?" She asks.

"Uh, 25," I reply. Actually 3900.

"I-" she runs her hand through her hair, "I don't know what's going on."

"It's okay, don't worry," I reply.

"Do you have any leads on my grandfather?" She asks.

"I don't know yet," I reply.

"Can I please call someone?" She asks.

"Who?" I ask.

"None of your business but I want to call my friends," she replies.

"I think it's better you don't," I stand up.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"There are a few reasons," I reply.

"And what are those?" She crosses her arms.

"Rest. I'll explain later," I walk outside the room.

"Why is this so complicated!?"

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A/N- I hope you cringed well omg. Idek where I'm taking this. It's gonna be a rough ride ;-;

[1-800-yugyeom]

bts fake texts & snaps // boyfriend!taehyung i’m still in the process of writing my first imagine that i mentioned on my last post but unfortunately i have a shit-ton of school work this week so 🤞 also this blog has over 200 followers which is fucking awesome and i kinda cant believe it

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Twisted Devotion | Kim Taehyung Part 3 (m)

Pair : Yandere Police Officer Taehyung × Female Reader

Summary : You were obsessed freak for the new police officer in the town. Trying to get into his heart and pants both with your efforts. But when you give up on him, he comes again in your life and you were dumbfounded when you get to know that he isn't a normal police officer.

Warnings : Obsession and Stalking, Kidnapping and Confinement, Violence and Murder, Blood and Gore. The behaviour of character is not something to emulate.

*This is original work do not copyright ©*

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Taehyung's days at the station felt emptier, quieter, in a way that gnawed at him. It had been two weeks since you last showed up, and though he had once found your daily visits annoying, your sudden absence left him feeling unsettled. He tried to tell himself that it was for the best— you needed to move on, and so did he. But something about your silence, your complete disappearance, felt wrong.

At first, he welcomed the peace. No more fake complaints, no more lingering touches, no more of those pleading eyes that seemed to see right through him. But as the days dragged on, a strange anxiety took root in his chest. He found himself glancing at the door of the station, half-expecting you to walk in with another fabricated story. When the door stayed closed, his unease deepened.

Taehyung buried himself in work, trying to distract himself from the gnawing thoughts that plagued him. But no matter how busy he kept himself, he couldn’t shake the image of YN —the way she had looked at him, the desperation in her voice when she tried to get closer. He had pushed her away, thinking it was the right thing to do, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been too harsh.

He told himself that you were just a troubled girl with a misguided infatuation. But deep down, something else stirred—a dark, possessive feeling he couldn’t quite name. It made him restless, unable to focus on anything for too long. He found himself replaying their encounters in his mind, dissecting every word, every gesture. Was she really as crazy as he had thought, or had she just been... misunderstood?

Late at night, when the station was quiet and the city slept, Taehyung would sit alone at his desk, staring at his phone. He would scroll through his contacts, pausing on YN’s name, his thumb hovering over the call button. But each time, he would set the phone down, cursing himself for even considering it. She was better off without him. Yet, the thought of her moving on, of her being with someone else, made his chest tighten with an unfamiliar rage.

As the days passed, that rage festered, mixing with a growing sense of desperation. He needed to see her, to talk to her, to know why she had suddenly disappeared from his life. It wasn’t love—at least, that’s what he told himself. It was something darker, something that made his pulse race and his thoughts spiral. He had to see her. He had to know.

Finally, after two agonizing weeks, Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore. One evening, he drove to your apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He told himself that he just needed closure, that once he saw you again, he could put this obsession to rest. He bought a bouquet of flowers on the way, thinking it would soften the tension between them. Maybe they could talk, clear the air, and he could finally move on.

But as he approached your apartment building, he saw something that made his blood run cold. Through the dimly lit window, he saw Yn standing in her living room, her arms wrapped around another man. They were close, too close, and then she leaned in, pressing her lips against his.

Taehyung's heart shattered in an instant. For a moment, he felt nothing—just a hollow, aching void where his heart had been. Then, slowly, a twisted smile spread across his face. His grip on the bouquet tightened until the delicate stems snapped, thorns piercing his palm. He felt the sharp sting of pain, but it barely registered. Blood seeped from his hand, staining the white petals of the crushed flowers, but he didn’t care.

His eyes remained fixed on you, a single tear sliding down his cheek. He could feel his sanity unraveling, slipping through his fingers like sand. The man you were kissing didn’t matter—he was insignificant, a mere obstacle in Taehyung's path. What mattered was you, YN. And you were his, whether you realized it or not.

Taehyung stood there for a long time, watching them through the window. His mind raced with dark, twisted thoughts, his heart pounding with a sickening mix of pain and exhilaration. The rage he had been trying to suppress for weeks boiled over, but it didn’t explode in violence. Instead, it simmered, cold and calculating, as he planned his next move.

He would let you have this moment, let you think you were free of him. But you weren't. You never would be. He would bide his time, wait for the perfect moment to remind you that you belonged to him. And when he did, you would understand that there was no escape.

With a final, lingering glance at the window, Taehyung turned and walked away, leaving a trail of crushed petals and blood in his wake. The flowers were ruined, but it didn’t matter. They had served their purpose, just as Yn would serve hers. And when the time came, he would be ready to claim what was his.

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Taehyung’s POV

The sound of the door locking behind me echoed through the room. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at her—no, at you. My heart hammered in my chest, the adrenaline from what I’d done still pulsing in my veins. James’s lifeless body lay on the floor, but my eyes were only on you.

You were trembling, bound to the chair, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and disbelief. I almost laughed. After everything I’d done—everything I’d shown you—you still didn’t understand, did you? You didn’t realize that all of this was for you. For us.

I stepped closer, my shoes sticking slightly to the blood-stained floor. The sight of James lying there didn’t bother me. He was nothing. Just an obstacle—one that had been removed. What mattered now was you.

"Why?" you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and my heart twisted in my chest at the sight. I hated seeing you cry, but at the same time, there was something… beautiful about it. You were even more precious in your vulnerability.

I knelt beside you, gently brushing away the tear that had slipped down your cheek. "Why?" I repeated, my voice soft, almost tender. "Because I had to. You’re mine. He was in the way."

You shook your head, pulling back from my touch as much as the ropes allowed. "You’re insane, Taehyung."

My fingers froze mid-air, and for a split second, I felt a flash of anger—an unfamiliar, burning heat in my chest. But I pushed it down. You didn’t mean it. You were just scared. I could fix this. I could make you understand.

"I’m not insane," I said quietly, standing up and walking over to the body. I nudged James’s arm with the toe of my shoe, his lifeless form rolling slightly. "I did what was necessary, sweetheart. He was keeping you from me. He was going to take you away."

My voice hardened, turning cold as I stared down at the corpse. "And no one takes you from me."

I glanced back at you, watching the way your eyes widened in horror, your chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. You looked so fragile, so delicate. But you’d pushed me to this, hadn’t you? If you hadn’t kissed him—if you hadn’t tried to replace me—none of this would have happened.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and a familiar warmth seeped from the fresh cuts. The pain was grounding, a reminder of my devotion to you. "You don’t understand it now, but you will," I murmured, turning to face you fully. "You’ll see that I did this for us. You’re the only one for me, and I’m the only one for you."

I walked over to you again, pulling out the rose I’d brought. The thorns pricked my fingers, but I barely noticed. I held it out to you, my heart aching for you to take it.

"You’ve always liked roses, haven’t you? I remember you telling me that." I smiled, and for a moment, I felt something soften inside of me. "I brought this for you."

You stared at it like it was poison. But after a few agonizing seconds, your shaking hands reached out and took the rose. You winced as the thorns dug into your skin, but you didn’t let go. I smiled, relief washing over me. You were starting to see it. You were starting to understand.

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For two weeks, I’d been empty without you. I had tried to let you go. I really had. But every time I thought of you in someone else’s arms, kissing someone else… I couldn’t breathe. The rage, the jealousy—it consumed me.

I had thought about killing him then, in that moment outside your house. But no. I wanted to wait. I wanted to make sure you were mine first, that you would never try to leave again.

I crouched down in front of you, reaching out to take your hand, feeling the slight tremor in your fingers. "You’re scared now. I understand. But I did this for us." I looked into your eyes, my gaze softening as I cupped your cheek with my bloodstained hand. "I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I’ll never let anyone take you away from me."

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I stood up and started pacing the room, my hands twitching as I wiped away the blood on my pants, lost in my own thoughts. You belonged to me now. No one else could have you. I would keep you safe, even from yourself.

"You’ll be happy with me, I promise," I said, turning to face you. My heart was pounding again, the excitement building as I imagined our future. "I’ll take care of everything. You won’t have to worry about anyone else ever again."

You didn’t respond, your eyes still wide with terror. I frowned, my frustration bubbling up. Why couldn’t you see? Why couldn’t you just accept my love? I had done all of this for you—for us.

I knelt down beside you again, my fingers wrapping gently around your chin as I forced you to meet my gaze. "Look at me." My voice was soft, but there was an edge to it now. "You’re mine. You always have been. And you will be forever."

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I saw the way your body tensed, the way you tried to pull back. But it didn’t matter. You couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t let you.

"I won’t hurt you," I whispered, leaning closer, my lips brushing against your ear. "But if you try to leave again…" I trailed off, letting the silence hang in the air. I didn’t need to finish the sentence. You knew what I meant.

I stood up and turned away, my mind racing with plans. I had to make sure you understood, had to show you that we were meant to be together. I wouldn’t let anyone else take you from me. Not now. Not ever.

I glanced back at you, my smile returning as I saw the fear in your eyes. "We’re going to be so happy together," I murmured, more to myself than to you. "Just you and me. Forever."

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BTS on Snapchat - Back at it again with best friend Tae (Bestfriend Taehyung series pt4)

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Fuck!Boy Kim Taehyung

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-> everybody knows about the best friend code and all the rules it consists of. it was an easy code to follow...all until someone decided to walk into your life and smash it to pieces. who? kim taehyung.

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a/n: so...that happened👀 anyway!! ANNOUNCEMENT! i’m taking a 3-4 days break from updating rn bc I have finals this week so I really need to put all my focus on my studies🥺 don’t miss me too much heehee💗💗

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Taehyung: Head full but I don't even know what's in there.

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Send Tweet | Vmin

Anonymous twitter user @angelbaby thirsts after their crush for all of campus to see.

Outgoing dance major, Park Jimin, however, isn’t even out of the closet.

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