#taehung smut

[silverozy]

Gardenias | KTH

✦pairing: taehyung x oc

✦genre: romance, fluff, smut

✦description: this diptych talks about the love story of two people who met, fell in love and dated in their last years of high school only to depart from each other once in the University. To both's surprise, they met again once adults in an unexpected but almost fortunate situation.

✦book one: "Amor Tam Pulcher"

✦book two: "Quam Gardenias Est"

✦current wc: 22.17k

✦date: 29/03/2024

book one: 29/03/2024 book two: not published yet

✦warning: this story contains mature content, minors do not interact

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I hope you'll love the book just as much as I do. Have a nice read and P.S. I always publish the parts first on wattpad then here. If you want to have an idea of the general look of the story you can hope on my pinterest board

[gard3nias]

01 | Love is all around

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wc: 4.23k

date: 12/04/2024

mdi // masterlist // playlist

—Now playing: La Descrizione Di Un Attimo by Tiromancino ✫

Early in September, just hours before midday. The sun is not high yet but shines light through the whole town. Like the weak and bright sunrays, Daphne's dad drove on the road, pushing through the fresh waves of the summer morning breeze. As background noise was crunching stones produced by the tyres. 

Breeze combed the hair strokes. Morning freshness caused the rise of goosebumps. Butterflies in the stomach showed how excited Daphne was about moving. Yes, moving.

Usually, they'd come to the countryside only for the summer holidays but now she would stay longer. A smile was printed on her face as she observed. She was going to like this, she thought. She was going to like this place, this new beginning. She started regretting ever complaining about moving in the first place.

Her mother was in the passenger seat explaining how the town was beautiful, her fingers pointed at random spots occasionally. Daphne wasn't even listening to her. She only thought that her mother could save her breath because she didn't need any more convincing: the view before her spoke for itself.

Daphne lowered her window and, with an arm swinging outside, she observed, she beheld the sight. The car took a turn and now they were riding up a hill along a road surrounded by beautiful houses.

It'd been long since she last came here but she couldn't tell if the place had changed or she'd just forgotten.

Women were spreading out the laundry, dusting carpets, watering flowers. Pink, yellow, red, purple flowers. They painted the street. Some kids were playing in their front yard. Dogs barked and ran to their gates as they drove by. The bottom floors housed a variety of shops and all had a little banner on the doors that said 'open'. A flower shop. Greengrocery. Ironmongery. A bakery. A butcher's shop. And many more. The people looked friendly as they greeted them. She happily greeted back, and her smile expanded.

"This place is beautiful, Mom," her words caught the respondent off-guard as she immediately looked in the backseat to agree with her daughter, glad she wasn't angry anymore. "We're almost there," the dad informed, taking another turn.

The road they were riding led away from that loving neighbourhood of flowers—fields on the left and a few farms on the right. Daphne's dark hair waved with the breeze. The smell of manure filled her nostrils but instead of feeling unpleasant, it reminded her of how lovely living in the countryside was. Horses were munching on the grass. Bells on sheep rang as she passed by the flock. The manure smell was soon replaced by the one of grass coming from the left where tractors were working on the field. The big vehicles were shaping the dried grass into big blocks reminding her of her childhood and how she used to spend her time watching the whole process.

Their destination was her grandparents' place. It was a huge white two-story building with a dark brown roof, divided into two separated yet joined houses: one for them and one for the grandparents. They were struggling financially in the city so they opted to move to the countryside since they couldn't afford to pay the rent. She didn't fully oppose their decision but living in the countryside for God knows how long scared her but now that she was there, she wasn't bothered anymore.

As mentioned before, the place wasn't completely foreign to her: she'd come here with her family for the summer holidays and she enjoyed her stay with the difference of knowing she'd go back to the city and therefore back to her friend. Yeah, her friend. Singular. She didn't have friends here if not her grandparents' neighbours' daughter, Cleo, who, though, was her complete opposite: while Daphne liked spending sunny days reading on a spread-out blanket in her garden, Cleo liked running up and down and playing. Daphne felt like Cleo was like a child whose energy you must match, or else they just drain you out.

"We're here," the dad informed as he took another turn out of the long field-side road and climbed up towards a house slightly hidden by trees. Their new home. By the gate were her grandparents happily waiting for them with two big dogs beside them.

The road leading to the house cut through a mildly thick forest. The house was directly facing the road while their neighbours' were on the sides.

Daphne's smile broadened as she hopped down the car and then into her grandparents' arms. Kisses, compliments and continuous reminders of how much she grew as they hugged her before hugging the parents. Now her attention was on the two dogs that couldn't hold back from barking, hopping left and right with wiggling tails. Loki and Luke, the first was an Australian shepherd and the second was a German shepherd. They too have grown so much and she felt it the most when they got up to greet her and reached her shoulders.

Playing with their fur, she wondered whether to help her family with the bags but they read her mind and told her to go inside and not bother. She'd normally insist further but this time she didn't stay any second longer and rushed inside the house. The two dogs ran after her.

Her parents and she would live in the house on the left while her grandparents were their next-door neighbours on the right. The front door was unlocked. She quickly left her shoes outside before going inside. 

It was just as she remembered it. Just as they had left it. Beneath her naked feet, the tiles were cold and of an umber brown that would create a mocha shade if mixed with the milk colour of the walls, a gradient colour that from the bottom starts in brown, slowly fades into caramel and finishes in a paler tone topped by the white-coloured painting ceiling. Matching was the chocolate brown curb.

The floor started with a rectangular anteroom. On the right was an umbrella rack, above it hangers for jackets and hats; on the left was space for shoes, a bench to sit on and put them on, hangers for keys and the staircase. Further in, the space was divided into three: the living room on the left, the dining room on the right and in the middle, leading to the garden, her second favourite place in the world, was a little space.

The living room was placed between two walls, the right one was covered in tall glass windows facing the garden, and the right one welcomed a door opening that led to a tiny hallway presenting two doors, one was the of the store and one of the bathroom. Cream sofa with green uniquely shaped pillows. A brown armchair on the left and a little swing chair on the right. Between the couch and the fireplace was a coffee table decorated with a vase of flowers and a cascade of books on the second layer. On the floor was a wide oval carpet. The fireplace was against a wall between two door openings leading to a study room.

The dining room was composed of a round table surrounded by four chairs. Further to the right was the kitchen, simple and traditional, light-brown in colour. The counters were covered with utensils, flower pots and miscellaneous items. On the tile-covered walls were hangers holding gloves, kitchen tools and aprons. The stove was as empty as the sink. The coffee machine on one side, the microwave on the other. Hanging by the handle of the oven was a chequered green cloth. Next to the stove was the dishwasher and in front of both, on the floor, was the kitchen mat. Pots resided in the wide drawers, plates in the cupboards. A double-door fridge finished the kitchen design.

She gently quieted the dogs and took her time to examine the room. A smile lit up her face whenever she took notice of any small details that reminded her of her childhood. She strolled through the kitchen, running her finger across the counters and was pleased to see that everything was sparkling clean. She couldn't stop grinning as she thought about how excited her grandmother must have been while cleaning the house in anticipation of their arrival. It was always heartwarming to see her grandmother filled with joy. She'd get very energetic and talkative unable to contain her happiness. Witnessing her grandmother's happiness was infectious, making her feel just as happy as her.

Daphne quickly rushed and ran upstairs, the dogs matched her vibe behind her. The walls that ran along to the top floor had a light floral print that gave the house the vintage and cosy look of a cottage.

While Loki and Luke ran around, she slowed down: in front of her was the little nook where she'd spend her time reading during rainy days while on the left, behind the railing, were four doors: her bedroom, her parents', her sister's and the bathroom. She missed her sister so dearly. They could meet only during summer break because she was studying abroad but she didn't linger on it much and proceeded to her bedroom. As she opened the door, the dogs ran inside. 

It was just as she'd left it and that had her tear up a bit. On her left was her little bookshelf, on her right was her dresser and a little farther away from it, was her bed. The bedsheets were identical and not dusty to the touch. Another sign of her grandmother's hard work.

The blanket was light. Pink floral prints. White pillows in front of which sat her plushie, an adorable teddy bear her grandmother had gifted her when she was five.

The nightstand welcomed a lamp and adorable miniature decorations she found in her grandparents' attic. Opposite the bed was the window brightening the room. In front of it was her desk and to its right, in a little nook, was her wardrobe.

After walking around the room for a few moments, she dropped herself on the bed, the softener scent filled her nostrils. She stared up at the ceiling. In the corner of her eyes, she could see the waving tails of Luke and Loki as they roamed around before walking by her legs and caressing her with their soft fur.

She was certainly going to miss her only friend in the city. Daphne had particular difficulties with making friends because she found it hard to vibe with a lot of people so finding her match was a real struggle. It took her a long time before she met Margot. The two matched like pieces of a puzzle. They vibed with each other so well. They had so much in common. To understand it better, Margot was the type of neighbour Daphne was wishing for rather than the one she had in reality because Margot was just like her. While Cleo would scrunch her face and call her boring whenever she'd say that she'd rather read all day than play, Margot would agree with her and sit down so they could read together. Margot was the type of friend who didn't feel as overwhelming. The type of friend whose simple presence was enjoyable: you didn't have to talk, play or do anything in general. Daphne and Margot brought ease to each other by simply being in the same room or space.

But Daphne also couldn't fully blame Cleo: she'd met Margot in 10th grade while she had known Cleo since when they were kids. Any child would find reading all day boring. A straight-up form of torture.

Downstairs she could hear her family rustling with stuff. One of the dogs rushed out of the room while she still lay on her back, arms spread, looking up at the white ceiling in pure bliss. She didn't budge for a few more seconds and probably wouldn't have at all for minutes if she hadn't heard an unfamiliar voice come from downstairs.

It was a voice that sounded brighter than she'd ever heard in a long time. She was sure she'd left just her grandparents and parents downstairs but the voice she was hearing was female and sounded brighter than her granny's and mom's. So she sat up. Instantly. Almost robotically.

As her, the dog sensed the presence and rushed out of the room. Daphne followed right after but she didn't go downstairs. She was about to but she noticed the dogs weren't barking up and down which meant that whoever it was knew them. They were already familiar with them. A strange feeling settled in her, a feeling that held her back from going down the stairs and simply had her stretching over the railing to see. A bit shy, you can assume.

"She's upstairs," she heard her grandmother say, leaving Daphne increasingly confused. Who could be coming up to see her? She had no idea, but from the bubbly demeanour of the person, she could tell they were happy to see her. A shy smile emerged on her face just as the person appeared on the stairs. "Hey, Daphne," the voice sang as they saw her leaning on the railing. They rushed upstairs and were now standing in front of her. "Do you remember me?" Daphne's shy smile grew. How could she forget her? Caramel brown bouncy curls, freckled cheeks, moss green eyes, and lips as reddish as her cheeks. She hadn't changed a bit. She had grown, but it was still the same Cleo. 

"Course I do," she happily answered and Cleo giggled. The bright smile that decorated her face made Daphne regret everything she was thinking about earlier. The smile behaved like a vibrant filter animating her memories. "Granny told me you were going to move here and I've never been happier. I thought we'd never meet again," she happily spoke while Daphne came out of her trance, grabbed her hands and led her to her bedroom.

As happy as the latter was, Cleo couldn't hold back from giggling all the time unaware of just how much happiness she'd put in the other girl's heart. A few moments ago, Daphne was thinking about how making friends was so hard for her only for Cleo to happily hop into her home, all happy to see her. Never would Daphne have thought that someone could be waiting for her so excitedly. It warmed her heart so much.

"How have you been?" she spoke first. Cleo's face glowed even brighter as she started talking.

Amazingly bored, she said. Amazing because she's fine, no illness nor body ache or particular border to carry. Bored because, aside from Daphne, the neighbours were younger than her and therefore felt more like kids to babysit rather than people to make actual friends with. Granny started cleaning the house a month in advance, she narrated, and she helped her out on it. Said she enjoyed cleaning while listening to Granny telling stories about Daphne. It increased her excitement and her will to help Granny. She spent days here at the house with granny and never got tired. Granny tried to tell her not to worry but Cleo was just as excited. She'd spend the day cleaning and preparing and then would head home for dinner after which she'd be crocheting little cute things for the both.

Daphne listened with a never-ending smile. All of this for her? Wow. "I have them at my place. If you wish, later I can take you there and give you them," Daphne simply nodded. Eagerly. Happily. A happiness that then spiralled into taking Cleo in for a hug. "I'm just as happy to see you. I thought I wouldn't make friends here," Cleo dramatically gasped and clutched her chest, denying all of Daphne's beliefs. "You'll never be friend-less. Not under my watch," they both laughed before they heard a slight knock on the door. "Granny is going to prepare lunch and asked if the two of you would like to join".

—Now playing: The Way Things Go by Beabadoobee ✫

"I caught enough vegetables from my farm so we could have fun," Granny spoke to the girls' happy faces. They were going to make pizza. Pizzas. Granny had already prepared the dough. They now had to set the ingredients and make unique pizzas. Cleo took on the onions while Daphne took a few zucchini to chop. In the fridge was a container of mozzarella and one of cheese. They had everything at their disposal.

They spent the following forty minutes chopping all the ingredients, blending tomatoes for the sauce, cutting the mozzarella into blocks and grating the cheese. Once done with that, Granny started working on the dough while the young girls buttered up the pans and prepared the oven. Next door Daphne's parents were unpacking and settling in.

"So, how was the city?" Cleo asked, starting a conversation. "Nice, in its way. Yeah, nice,"

"You've got friends you'll miss?"

"A friend, yeah. Margot. We met in 10th grade. She's a great person but knowing her, the distance is going to make the friendship falter," as she spoke, Granny smiled. She was listening and knew who she was talking about. Granny and Daphne's mother were more like sisters than anything else. Daphne's mom always kept her updated on her life and Daphne's so Granny knows how hard it is for Daphne to make friends. She'd suspected it since the girl was a little child because she could see how socializing wasn't on the list: Daphne could spend an eternity of time by herself and never get bored or feel lonely. It didn't bother Granny much but as Daphne grew so did her mother's worries. Whenever Daphne's mom called, she'd never forget to state how bothered she was about seeing her daughter be all reserved so you can imagine how happy she became the day Daphne asked her if she could invite a friend over. 

"A friend? A friend! God, yes, invite your friend over! I told her. Ooh, I'm so happy. Like, I get it. She finds solace simply in herself which is a good thing, awesome in fact, because it means that no one can hurt her because, you know, out there are monsters in human form ready to just hurt people but just one person once in a while never hurts, you get me?" she told Granny on the phone. Daphne's mom is a talkative person who's scared of miscommunication and misunderstandings so whenever she's speaking, she can't hold back from clarifying every single thing she said making her wholly sound in panic.

 Granny found that adorable, just like Daphne's dad did. But Daphne wasn't like her mom, she was like her dad and like Granny too. A person of a few words. Someone who enjoyed listening more than speaking.

"Oh, why's that?" Cleo asked. "Our friendship isn't really the type that goes on both physically and virtually. We... we don't text," Cleo nodded in acknowledgement before focusing back on transferring the dough from the board to the pan. "Thank god we're neighbours then," Cleo giggled. Her words warmed Daphne's heart who couldn't help but giggle as well. In the background, Granny struggled with holding back her smile.

"Are you still the bibliophile I used to know?" she proceeded. Another warm smile on her face as Daphne nodded, "I got tons of books at mine. I don't exactly classify myself as a bibliophile too but I do read. On special occasions, but I do"

Daphne chuckled and assured her she'd explore her bookshelf. Cleo giggled in response. She continued, "Do you have any specific thing to do these days?"

"No, not exactly. Why?"

"I was planning on giving you a town tour. A tour of my house, our neighbourhood, the neighbouring neighbourhoods, the town centre and, eventually, our school. You down?" Daphne quickly looked at her grandma in search of a nod of consent which she found and followed through with, agreeing to Cleo's plans. "We'll do all that today?"

"Oh, no. My god. If we did, it'd mean I carelessly showed you the place but that's not what it'll be. Once we've done the town tour, we'll go pre-school shopping. I know a store that sells the cutest school supplies I've ever laid eyes on".

They talked about their favourite school supplies: Daphne admitted to having a passion for decorating diaries and planners; Cleo's the same but decorates notebooks. Cleo got to know how a perfect academic performance was a priority to Daphne. She wasn't surprised. Daphne got to know that Cleo didn't change much and cherishes a good time above bending over a book and reading all day. She, as well, wasn't surprised. While Daphne is a dog person, Cleo fancies cats. Cleo adores sunny days, Daphne'd rather stay under a downpour than a burning-hot sun. Daphne's an early bird. Cleo's a night owl. 

Overall, Daphne could tell that they were two different faces of the same coin. Equally different. Cleo was going to be a hit of fresh breeze to her pretty monotone life. She's someone who loves indulging in the same routines but, in that moment, she was ready to change them all for Cleo.

Can't really blame her. You have yourself someone eagerly waiting for you despite having seen you years ago and then we talk.

—Now playing: Love Is All Around by Wet Wet Wet ✫

By noon, all the pizzas were ready, hot and sizzling delicacies. As they waited, the whole family, Cleo's included, helped with setting the table on the veranda. Eight chairs. A round wide dining table. A floral print tablecloth. A vase of fresh flowers in the centre. Scattered evenly were jars of water, fresh and sparkling. In front of each chair was a plate sided by a fork and a knife. No need for spoons. 

Birds chirped. Dogs barked. Cutlery clicked on plates. Water hit the kitchen sink whenever someone washed their hands or rinsed a utensil.

"Food's going to be up in minutes," Cleo announced and soon everyone was sat at the table. Granny and Daphne's mom came on the veranda with pizzas placed on round wooden boards. Everyone seated exclaimed in joy, complementing the cooks.

Once they've brought enough, they finally sat at the table. They said the grace before they started sharing the pizzas into slices. One helped the other and soon everyone had something on their plate, a bite between their teeth.

Cleo sat next to Daphne. They each had a slice of the pizza the other prepared and were complementing each other on the result. Smiles never faded away. Beside Cleo was her brother, Cole. He too was smiling, laughing in fact, with the adults. Beside him, his father.

Daphne had met them and had a little conversation with them. Cole had just graduated high school and would go to the University by October. He had a car of his own and was working on getting an apartment too. Daphne didn't see the mother and no one mentioned her so she didn't pry further but that didn't stop her from wondering.

Cleo's father loved dad jokes. He couldn't help but stick one every two sentences. They made people laugh for the sole reason of being hilarious, so stupid that it has you wondering how can someone even come up with them. He had a deep voice that made everything he said sound serious which made the jokes come off even funnier. Cole took after him. He too had a deep voice but he didn't make any hilarious jokes. Everything he did and said sounded very mature. Daphne assumed that he probably read a lot or had a good academic performance. He just sounded like he could be the class president, like the type of teenage student who could argue with a scumbag of a teacher pushing sixty who feels heavily entitled. 

Cleo's voice contrasted theirs. She was the bright moon on a dark and starless night. Her voice was as chirpy as her laugh. She looked like the type of person who could rock golden shades because she glowed. She glows. She looked like the type of girl you'd always want to be happy, never sad, never see cry. The type of girl whose sad face could induce the watcher into a great state of melancholy. The type of person that can make anyone empathic. 

A part of her almost reminded Daphne of her mother with the only difference that while her mother talked so much in fear of causing a misunderstanding, Cleo talked so much because she was simply made like that. Her mind was a running film strip.  A very fast one and she was always in a hurry to talk about it in every of its details.

The lunch went on like this. Laughter was the only thing you could hear. Some dad jokes here and there but all for fun. All in happiness.

Daphne in that moment thought that her past life wasn't a life. Was she dead the whole time because she started feeling alive only this day, in this instant, sitting between her mom and her old-yet-new friend, eating pizza in the wonderful atmosphere of the sunny day.

Yeah, she was probably dead the whole time. Or at least a zombie.

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[mymuseagustd]

#3 All I Want Is A Break

Angsty cause this job hunting process is relentless. 

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her. 

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung 

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut in the next part 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ it’s quite angsty and will have smut if we continue. 

Word count: 3.8K+

Note: Picked up my old writing to give it something new. Let me know how you like it? 

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It's strange. I'm standing in front of him. I know him. I know this man inside out. Have you ever stood in front of someone you have known your entire life, but they suddenly felt like a stranger to you? I could hear him speaking, and he was not making sense to me. 

"Don't you want to, maybe, see other people? Know how they are? Know how you'll be with them? Will you be someone different, or will you be the same? I mean, you and I know each other inside out. But, we don't know how anybody else is! We don't know how great or, even worse, it might be if we are with other people. Don't you ever feel like finding out?"

This was Yoongi, my Yoongi. My best friend since we were 7, boyfriend since - did it matter? He wanted to explore being with other people. 

"Think about it, Y/N," He didn't stop. "Jae and I were discussing this. How the different relationships change you, and how they make you grow? Have you never thought about this? Don't look at me like that," He rolled his eyes. 

He rolled his eyes as I stared, sitting in front of him, my brain trying to catch up and pre-empt his next dialogue. 

"It's been too long? Don't you feel so? We have always been together! Exploring, or even I don't know, taking a break isn't a bad idea. To just discover ourselves…" He took another sip of the beer he had poured for us. My glass remained untouched. His, refilled twice, was almost empty. 

This entire week had felt off. It felt like the music had changed, and I didn't know the artist anymore. He went on. His life-changing discussion with our friends. Our friends? His friends. Life-changing decisions, all in the two dinners I missed. "It's just a break. Nothing more," His decision was made. When my boyfriend decided something, he went through with it. "We spend some time apart from each other. I'll go live with Jae, and we can just explore and see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break," He said so easily.

"You're my best friend." My first words as I tried to make sense of the situation. He had been my best friend since 7. We did everything together since we were 7. And, when we started dating, I needed no one else. 

"And you're mine. But, listen to me," he took my hands in his, pulling me out of my static stance, and shaking me up to see what was happening. "We need to know who we are, without each other too. I think it is healthy for me to want that. I'm not saying I want to break up. I just want a break from yo-" I pulled my hands away. "That's not what I mean." He realised he fucked up with the wrong words. Like he had not been fucking up till now. I knew him inside out. 

Maybe he could see the betrayal on my face or the tears welling up in my eyes. I was having an out-of-body experience. It felt like I could see myself breaking down, but that hurt hadn't seeped in yet. "What I mean is, I just want to know life as a person of my own. Who I am without us being together cause we have been together was so long. I want to know, do I actually like apple pie, or do I like it because you like it? That discussion just had me thinking if I can be the best for you if I'm not my own person." 

"So, you're basically saying that you don't want me in your life anymore?" I frowned.

"Don't be dramatic," He sighed. 

I laughed. "That's literally what you just said." 

"I don't know why you aren't getting this." He raised his voice. "You know, Maria said you won't get it, and you don't." he shook his head, and sat back. 

"Maria said that I won't get it? You've known these people for a month. You've known me for years!" I couldn't stop the tears. "But, it's not about them. If you want to break up with me, have the fucking balls to do it. Don't come at me with, 'I don't know who I am/ we have always been together.' Straight up, tell me you don't want me anymore." I walked back towards our room so I could pack a duffle bag and get out of this apartment.

"That's not it. I just want a break. We are in university, in a new environment. This is the perfect time for it. Y/N!" He shouted as I stuffed my clothes in a bag. "Where are you going? You don't know anyone. We are literally just discussing," He was technically right. All my friends were his friends. It had always been like that. Yoongi socialised, and I tagged along. It had been a month since we started uni, and even though our courses were different, we lived together, and I spent time hanging out with his friends more than I cared to make mine. 

"We aren't, though. You are breaking up with me," I collected my stuff from our shared dresser and quickly dumped my laptop and books in my backpack. I would have to come back and collect my stuff, but this should hold me for a few days. 

"It's a break!" He yelled. "You're still my best friend! You'll always be my best friend," He yelled as I tried to walk past him. "You'll always have that place in my life. Where the hell are you going!?"

"But that's it, right? You want this place gone." I could see the confusion on his face. He hadn't thought this through. "What does 'explore and see life without each other in our lives' even mean? Do you want us to pretend we don't know each other? So, you can have your experiment with how your life would be if we," I gestured between us, "never existed? Tough luck. We did. And, you don't erase the past. You move on." 

"I feel like I am talking to a wall, Y/N," he said, exasperated. 

"What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend came home today after meeting his friends to tell me that he wants to take a break because he has been with me for far too long. What even is this reason? Thanks for being the cliche of the century. You want to see different things? Who is stopping you? But you want to explore what is out there and still hold on to me, in case you realise that being alone, maybe, isn't for you. I'm not an option, Yoongi." I dropped my bags to the ground so I could call myself a cab.

"It's not about options at all. I just…you are twisting my words. I don't want to make you feel like you're an option but haven't you ever felt the need to want something more?" He questioned. "That maybe there is something worth more out there?" His eyes were wide. He had misspoken again. 

It was like a knife running through my chest. I couldn't believe this was my best friend. That this man in front of me was the love of my life, and he hadn't just degraded me. "All the best. I hope you find what you are looking for. My cab is here." I ran out, and he ran out after me, but he didn't call. He didn't call me at all. 

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"He said WHAT?" Zoya and I were four shots down, and I could feel it all hit me at once. 

"He wants to find out if there is something worth more than us being together. He could have just said he wanted to be single and live the uni life. Like all fuckboys out here. What the fuck even is a break?" I was so drunk. 

"Man, I'm sorry. But this is good for you. I can feel it. I'm getting the vibes," Zoya tickled the air. 

"You can feel the vibe?" I looked at her. 

"Yaaa, I caaaannnn!" She slurred. "It'll be difficult. Very, but no time like now." 

"I gotta figure out my housing situation," I threw my head down to the bar table. My bags were behind the bar, or Zoya had thrown them behind the bar cause the bartender was her friend. She was my friend here, and actually, she was my only new friend here. 

"It's sorted. That's why I brought you here! Tae! Tae!" She yelled, flailing her arms, catching the bartender's eye. 

"Okay, Zoya, stay seated, or I will throw you out," The bartender pulled her hands together and made her sit down. 

"Tae, you have an extra room, right?" She asked sweetly. 

"Uh, I do," He said with caution, his eyes flickering between us two. 

"Great! You're looking for a roommate. I have your roommate!" She declared happily.

"You want me to live with a boy?" I looked at her.

"I'm looking for a roommate?" He questioned as well. 

"Yes, you can't live alone. You need company. And Y/N, Tae's place is very, and I mean, very nice. He is the best option at this point in the semester. He technically owns this bar and works here for free because he likes mixology." Zoya kept each hand on one of our shoulders like she was planning a plot. 

"My father owns this bar," Tae clarified. 

"Potehto Potahto," Zoya mumbled, taking a long sip of her long island iced tea. "So, Y/N will take that spare bedroom, and I will come party at your place 'cause it'll finally be interesting!" 

"Zoya bu–" She kept her finger on my lips. 

"But, today we will go to mine 'cause I got some pork ribs that we have to try!" She jumped off and walked towards the exit without looking back. 

Tae helped me with my bags and told another person to take over for him, "Taehyung," He offered his hand for me to shake. "Zoya and I are school friends. I'm studying management here too." 

"Y/N," I smiled. "I've not seen you before, though!"

"It's a big class of, like-what, 70 people? I don't think we share any of our secondary courses, either. Do you share them with Zoya?" He asked, walking me outside. 

"Yes, Contemporary Issues in Competitive Strategy," I told him. 

"I think I'm taking that next sem. Zoya, my car's in the parking lot. Let's go," He called for her, and she happily ran towards us. 

—

"This is a big apartment. Are you sure you don't mind me here? Zoya just kinda dumped it -" It was pretty well done as well. Only the room, which would be mine, just had a bed. 

"No, I think it'll be fun. My father's assistant has kinda overdone it. But, you can name a household appliance, and I think you'll find it here," He laughed. 

"Oh nice, what's your rent?" I asked so I could decide if I could afford the division. The apartment Yoongi and I shared was a gift from his parents, so thankfully, we had just furnished it. I knew I'd need to rediscuss my finances, but I think I would be very comfortable if I got a part-time job. 

"I own this place. My father believes in buying, not renting," He explained. "But, I'm sure we can agree on something," He smiled. 

Moving in with Tae was easy. Zoya helped me pack my stuff the next day when I knew Yoongi would be out, and since he still had not called or dropped a text, I went in and got the rest of my personal stuff when he was in classes. Tae and I went shopping for furniture for my room and other utilities in the evening, and before I knew it, I had already moved into another house in all of one day. Two days before this, I was in bed with Yoongi as he told me some hilarious joke which was considered Architecture 101, and now I was in a completely different building, alone. 

"You haven't moved," Tae stood in front of my room. He had helped me unpack and set everything up with Zoya. "I left you right here, like 30 mins ago," He laughed. I'm sure Zoya had him filled on my history and heartbreak. 

"Yoongi must have just gotten back to the apartment. Do you think he'll call when he sees my stuff gone?" I asked Tae with tears in my eyes. 

Tae pouted and came and sat next to me, "if he calls, will you pick up?" He asked. I shook my head. "If he calls, will you feel better?" I shrugged because I didn't know what to feel. It was all happening so fast. 

"I am apologizing in advance for not being an amazing roommate for the next few…my heart is breaking right now," I couldn't stop my tears. 

"Sleep. I promised you a welcome breakfast, so you need to be up for it," Tae tried, nudging my shoulder. 

—

I kept out of Yoongi's way. It was great that our majors were different, and our classes were on the opposite side of the campus. In a week, I found a routine that didn't collide with his at all. If I saw him at the coffee house, I hid. If I saw him on the way to the library, I went the opposite direction. 

'I hope you're okay.' 

The last text from him was three days old. Did he know where I was? Who was I with? Was I okay? 

I kept my word, and I disappeared from his life. It was killing me. How do you get rid of a habit? I woke up in sweats. I couldn't breathe, my chest contracting within itself at the thought of him. The only time I ate was when Tae and Zoya were around, and our routine was extremely hectic.

A month into it, the pain sort of became a habit. My course and my internship did not leave me any time to think. When I did catch a moment, it was spent laughing with Taehyung, who was an incredible roommate. We made friends in our course, so we had a group ready for adventure as the weekend hit, and I was kind of glad that I had no time to process anything because the day always started with me standing in front of the mirror, prepping myself to be happy and confident. It didn't matter that the love of my life didn't think I was enough. I was enough for me. I grew up in a loveless household; I knew what it felt like. But, by the evening, I was just numb. 

There had been no contact with Yoongi. And Ava, a new friend of mine, taught me tricks to cope and distract myself. "If you're not ready to process it, you don't have too," She had been in therapy for the longest time, and always had words of wisdom. 

Yoongi was all over the place. There were photos all over the insta. 

'Finally single' was a caption on his friend Zack's post, and I had lost a whole day on it. I realised that during the initial month of uni, I had not made any friends. All I had were his friends, and what it felt like was that they just tolerated me. Even the ones I had truly connected with did not text me after, and it had me really looking back on all my friendships through the years. I always connected through Yoongi. I always only really needed him, He was truly my confidant, my best friend, and I didn't have the need for more. 

I was made strong, though. It has been two months, so it clearly wasn't a short break. I finally told my parents and made them promise they wouldn't say anything to Yoongi's parents if it didn't come from them and that they won't contact him. 

'All I need is myself' was his insta post with a picture of a glass of whisky held against the view of the sunset.

—

"Have you spoken to her since?" Tara asked Yoongi as he fiddled with his drink. 

"No," He took another gulp. No indication was needed on who was being mentioned.

"How are you holding up?" She asked. She liked Y/N. She liked them together. She didn't really agree with the narrative Jae and Sara had built up. But Jae didn't understand relationships, and Sara had the hots for Yoongi. 

"It's only a break. I just need to know who I am," He said, more to himself. The last two months had been so strange. He was so angry at first. His girlfriend refused to understand his point of view, decided they were broken up like she decided on most things on her own, and had moved out all in one day. She came when he wasn't in the house and packed her stuff, leaving the key on the kitchen table with no note. He was furious. 

Then, he found out she had moved in with another guy who she had never mentioned before. Did he even know her? Taking a break was making more sense. She didn't respond to his message, hid from him or changed directions if he was around. She was his best friend. He knew he had asked for this, but not like this. He honestly thought if they spent a little time apart, it would bring them closer and give him clarity as well. 

His parents were talking about marriage, and they had just started uni. From living with his parents, he started living with Y/N, and he was excited until he had this whole conversation about how life can be different. And, he wanted the chance to at least to understand what it could be to be able to decide if he even wanted it. Wasn't being young all about this? He missed his best friend. He missed Y/N every night he walked into their apartment, and he started spending the least amount of time in it, sleeping on the couch instead of their bed or Jae's spare bedroom to save himself from thinking too much. 

"You can also find out who you are with her, you know. Jae isn't exactly right, and he was always jealous of what you had with -" She was cut off as Jae jumped on Yoongi. 

"My man!" He yelled in his year. "We gotta get you laid this evening! Fuck I gotta get laid!" 

—

"Fuck, why have they given us a week off? I have five papers to write!" Tae screamed as he entered the apartment. 

"I got three papers and two presentations," I counted. "You have to be my dummy for prep. Presentations freak me out." I told him. Taehyung had a habit of shedding his clothes as soon as he entered the apartment. At this point, it was weird if he was in more than one layer inside the flat. I was sure I would not have been standing if I didn't have him around. 

"I think we should go clubbing today. Go clubbing today, work tomorrow if we are not hungover, then hike the day after, and then we can relax and get to our assignments." He wrote down our plan of action on the big whiteboard wall that he and Miles, our newly formed friend from the bar, had drunk installed one night. 

"Yuck. I hate clubs," I groaned. 

"Wear your sexiest dress. I should be drooling," He instructed. 

"Yuck." 

Miles was studying architecture like Yoongi. He actually knew me, having crossed paths during one of the many meetups I had accompanied Yoongi too. "I can give you goss on the enemy side," he had offered as he sat next to me on the bar stool. Tae was experimenting with a new mix, and I was his taste tester, and also a bit tipsy from all the alcohol I was testing. 

"What's the goss?" I asked. 

"Are you ready? Emotionally?" Miles asked, giving me a warning. 

"Sure," I laughed.

"That group is way, way more boring now that you are not there!" 

I giggled, "you're very sweet, Miles. The last I remember of you was that you didn't speak a word after I told my cliff-jumping story!" 

"The cliff-jumping story was hilarious! I fell a little bit in love with you," He said, making me choke on my drink. "I'm joking!" He laughed. "You'll have to tell me a couple more to have me!" 

He was the perfect fit for our little group and assured me that I could stand without Yoongi. 

"I can't believe you're taking me clubbing tonight," Miles groaned as he met us downstairs." Ava cancelled. I think we should run away, too," He held my hand, flirting. 

"You guys are the worst!" Tae whined. "We are young, and hot, and dancing is the way to get laid. Please let's just go!" 

"I'm surprised you want to get laid when Zoya is going to be there," I took his arm, and wrapped mine around it.

"Till the time she sees that I am her true love, I need to get by," He pouted. Tae was quite infatuated with Zoya, and Zoya had no clue. She thought he was fond, and they had been buddies through school. He didn't want to change their dynamic and was hoping she'll suddenly realise he had been there all along. 

"There is nothing like true love," I said. 

"Hush," He pulled me closer. "Let me dream." 

We were greeted inside the club by Zoya, who, in no time, had already poured three shots down our throats. I hadn't eaten much, so the alcohol hit me faster and stronger. "You look so fucking sexy," Zoya whispered as she twirled me around. I had lost weight in the last two months, so I felt less beautiful cause I wasn't as healthy and fit as I kept myself, but I couldn't help smiling big as she complimented me. 

We were closer to the dancing area, so I looked around for a place we could take up and keep our bags when I saw him. My smile disappeared, and my body went cold. It felt like a deep wound had ripped open again, and I was bleeding. 

"What happened-" Zoya's eyes followed mine to see Yoongi on the first floor, his arms around the waist of a girl stuck to his body as they laughed. 

—

PART 2

A friend of mine went through something similar, and it got me thinking of how people look at relationships. 

©mymuseagustd@2023

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this is perfect 👏👏👏

p/s: grace and yoongi are such a cutie, i love them!

Love is a foolish thing

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female reader

Warnings: drinking of alcohol, swear words, angst, mean people, jealousy, minor injuries, explicit sexual content including oral (female receiving, indication of male receiving), fingering, light spanking, little bit of dirty talk, protected and unprotected sex

Genre: Strangers to friends with benefits to lovers

Summary: Falling in love… it sounded so simple. Falling. Like one wrong step, a small stumble and you were deeply in love. But there was nothing easy about love.

Word Count: 20K

Note: My tumblr nearly crashed while trying to post this story because it’s too long. I really have no idea how that happened, I just couldn’t control myself. So nothing new. But what is new is the banner. This is the first time I created one (goodbye using gifs from tumblr) and I really hope you like it. (The gif of van Gogh’s Starry Night is not mine and I found it on giphy. The picture of Taehyung he posted himself when they were touring in Berlin.)

Also a little disclaimer: English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes! I’d normally split a story this long into chapters but because this is a story for the btswritersclub fic exchange, I decided to post it as a oneshot. I really hope you’ll like it @taetaesbaebaepsae !

intro: new beginnings

He felt the thumping bass throughout his body and welcomed the tingling sensation on his skin with a wide grin as he pushed his way through the crowd. His gaze slid over the countless faces as he passed them; most of whom he had seen before on campus or at previous parties.

Faces were what he could remember.

The bone structure of the face, how their hair framed their face, their facial expressions… These were all things that could not be easily changed and what made a person unique. No matter how much they changed, dyed their hair or cut it off altogether, wore a lot of makeup or none at all – there was something that didn’t change, no matter how hard they tried. And that’s exactly what Taehyung saw in people, which was why it was easy for him to recognize people, even if he had only run into someone once in the hallway. 

For a long time, it had felt like a curse to Taehyung. Nowadays, he knew how to use that gaze to his advantage. It helped him especially in his studies and his art teacher had praised him more than once for having that special sight.

There was one thing, however, that he had a lot of trouble with.

“Hi, Taehyung!” A young man appeared in front of him, shouting against the loud music. 

Taehyung shifted his gaze down to look the shorter man in the eye. The young man grinned at him, a bit wryly and a red plastic cup in one hand, which judging by his already glazed look was not his first cup of the evening. 

He put on a smile and nodded. “Hey…” 

Names were the thing he just couldn’t remember, for the life of him. He was glad he knew his best friend’s name after all these years. Even if every now and then he found himself thinking before it thankfully came back to him. It was frustrating to know so many people, to recognize them, but to have forgotten what their name was. 

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Come Doused In Mud

[contortionist!jimin x reader] [3.1k+ smut, yandere, ‼️ nonconsensual/dubious con sex, kidnapping, allusion to drugs, dark themes] This is the next and final part of Come As You Are. Thank you to everyone who gave this fic a chance and read it. Love u!

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"I'm telling you, it was really weird, Tae," you complain to your friend as you pull him out of the tent—away from the show, away from the creepy man. "He was staring the whole time, and I couldn't break away, but I wanted to."

Taehyung chuckles, strangely finding amusement in what you are saying. "It was probably an act—fixate on one of the audience. Either way, these shows, they're all smoke and mirrors. We came here to have fun, yes?"

Your nerves were still buzzing with unease. Taehyung sees you close off and offers you his drink to appease you while his thumb circles your knuckles in an attempt to ground you. "We should at least go on a few rides," he suggests. "And while we go around, I'll make sure to protect you from creepy contortionists." Your friend makes a big show of puffing out his chest. His obvious gleaming mood is a huge contrast to yours. It almost doesn't bother you that despite your attempt to convey your discomfort, he had been too consumed with his high from the show.

But you realize you like him like this. You like that you're someone whose company he enjoys, and he's comfortable enough with you to let loose and be childish.

With a newfound determination to keep that boxy grin on Taehyung's face, you nod and agree to stay a little longer—go on a ride of his choice and maybe go back to the burger stand you skipped last week.

Also, if you allow yourself to be deluded, you can pretend you were out on a date with him. Tonight could be a fleeting glimpse of what it means to be like a couple. And here, you were in your own bubble with Taehyung. It truly felt like bliss, minus the creepy show you just witnessed.

“Come on," Taehyung tugs at your intertwined hands, pulling you out of your inner monologue. "Let’s see what’s there.” His free hand points to a mirror maze while he swings both your arms as he leads you to the labyrinth.

-

“Are we supposed to do something here?” You and Taehyung walk deeper into the center of the maze and as you go further, the light dims. "I mean, what's the point?"

Taehung shrugs in response. “The man said there was a prize in the middle of the maze.” His head turns left and right, hands still clasped together as he leads you through the maze.

You stop walking as you encounter another crossroad, the endless mirrors on each end and lack of light making you dizzy and nauseous. Not to mention that the longer you've been in the maze, with each passing second, your lulled anxiety resurges.

A shudder runs through you, and you can't help but feel the weight of unseen gazes following you and Taehyung. Reaching for Taehyung's hand, you pull him to take the lead. "Come on, Tae," your voice strained with anxiety. "In rigged games like this, left is always the shortest path to the exit, I'm sure of it."

Taehyung, on the other hand, wanted to take in everything. For some reason, he remained unbothered by your growing unease. Usually, he was good at sensing and reading you, but today, he remained partly oblivious. "What's the rush?" He tugs his limbs back, hands gripping yours tighter. "Come on, Y/N. I think we should go right. It could be fun."

"What fun can you have here?" You reason, free hand gesturing to the dingy mirrors and dusty panels.

Great. Not only do you feel nauseous, but you're pretty sure you now feel an oncoming migraine.

Your disagreement echoed off the mirrors, each reasoning bouncing back and forth. You were now growing frustrated. Meanwhile, Taehyung looked unperturbed, excited even—fueled by adrenaline and his 'sense of adventure'.

“Okay, you know what? Why don’t we split, and we'll just meet outside after,” he proposes.

It was a compromise. Sure. But if you were honest, you were also scared of walking alone. You look at Taehyung one last time, hoping he takes pity on you, but he remains unmoved. With a resigned sigh, you agree with a nod. Taehyung lets you walk your way first, and when you disappear from his sight after taking another turn, he takes his.

-

Frustration gnawed at your insides as you tried to jump and peek through the panels and mirrors, attempting to catch a glimpse of Taehyung or anything that would get you the fuck out of here. Yet, somehow, as the sun sets outside, the place only seemed to grow darker as nothingness bounced off of each surface.

As if to mock you, the dull fluorescent overhead began to flicker erratically, the flashing lights and shadows worsening your migraine and fueling your paranoia.

You really needed to get out of here. Now.

Screaming Taehyung's name, tears start to well up in your eyes. The weight of isolation began to sink into you, and your breaths came in shallow gasps as fear tightened its grip around you.

Oh god. Not now.

You feel around your pockets for your phone and curse when your hands come empty. Remembering you forgot to take your phone from Taehyung, you curse at everything around you—fuck this maze, fuck your jeans for having tiny pockets. Fuck everything. Your vision blurs as you let a sob out.

Looking up, you're met with your reflection. And you could not shake the unnerving sensation that someone—or something—else lurked just beyond your reflection. Mustering up your courage, you resume navigating around the mirror maze with hesitant steps. Suddenly, you hit your face in a mirror from abruptly turning around at the sight of a passing figure from your peripheral vision. You let out a pained groan, your hands shooting up to hold your assaulted nose.

Fuck.

“Tae, is that you?” You wince, eyes squinting, trying to make out your friend's face in the dim room.

"Tae, come on. You're not being funny. I'm really creeped out."

A minute of silence passed before you were answered. “Your friend is gone,” the voice singsongs.

A shaky breath leaves your lips. Okay, it's not Taehyung. But you refuse to think of the worst yet. Maybe this person can help you out. You clear your throat and address the man, “Hi, do you work here?” Feeling your way through mirrors, not wanting to slam your face again, you carefully feel your way around the maze. You’re not even sure if you’re walking closer to a mirrored image or the man himself.

“Could you please show me the way out? I think I broke my nose.” Though you don’t really think your nose is broken, you just hope he would feel sorry for you. And not to point fingers, but you getting hurt was partly his fault for appearing out of nowhere.

A light from outside pierces and bounces through the mirrors, briefly illuminating the place brighter, allowing you to get a quick glimpse of the man.

You freeze at the familiar face you're confronted with. The performer, contortionist, the man from the show earlier was already looking at you when your eyes found his. It wasn’t like a perchance glance like yours but more of a fixed glare. As if he knew exactly where you stood.

You stop shuffling within the space, hands getting clammy, and the room closes in on you. You don't know where to move, but you need to distance yourself from this man.

The shrieking laughter of a child running outside the tent breaks the eerie silence, and your head turns towards the noise. Resigning to the fact that no one could help you, especially this man, you try to follow the sound of mixed chatters and fanfare.

Heart pounding in your chest, you picked up your heavy feet forward. But with every turn you took, every corridor you rushed towards, you found yourself face to face with yet another dead end.

You refuse to give up.

You screamed Taehyung's name again, shrieked for help, and made any noise that would alarm anyone outside.

You will get out of here.

Hearing another laugh from outside, you turn to the source and run with desperation.

Your view turns dark as the bulb completely burns out. You could no longer see anything. As if the entrance to the maze disappeared into the dark. Immobilized by fear, all you could do was crouch. You'll fucking crawl your way out of here if you have to. You're pawing at the dry grass and dirt, telling yourself to put aside your disgust. You.have.to.get.out.of.here.

Then, just as you think you're making progress in the right direction, your fingers freeze upon feeling something unexpected—a sudden, jarring sensation freezes you in place. You recoiled instinctively, heart pounding in your chest as you realized what you had touched.

A foot.

The realization added a surge of fear coursing through your veins, your mind racing with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Again, you refuse to jump to the worst possibility.

No.

Not long after, you feel a warm breath ghost across your face, followed by a soft voice. "There you are."

It sounded so mellow, as if harmless. But your gut tells you it's anything but that. You feel a pair of rough hands hoist you up by your underarms. You squeal like caged piglets and fight against the person holding you. But before you can scream bloody murder, a striking force knocks you out.

-

Blinking against the harsh stream of light that flooded your vision, you turn sideways to make sense of your surroundings.

"Tae," you mumble—mouth dry and voice hoarse. You feel drilling in your head and your right eye twitches from the prickling pain.

Finally adjusting to the light, you find yourself lying in an unfamiliar room. The first thing you clearly see is the bright bedding draped on you, then a wall adorned with photographs. You force your eyes to make sense of the images, and you regret it. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the images of you.

Each snapshot was supposed to be a happy memory of you and Taehyung from your first visit to the carnival. But now, you feel repulsed at the immortalized moment, knowing that behind the lights and festivity, darkness lurked. Just as your gut tried to warn you.

You start to wail. And your cries for help grow louder as you realize your hands are chained to the bedpost.

Someone comes closer to you. He plops himself beside you to the bed, demanding your attention. His eyes are alight with a strange mixture of intensity and malice. "Welcome home, Y/N," he smiled. The man reached out a hand, brushing your hair with his fingers. You flinch from his touch and struggle against the restraints.

It takes a minute for your wailing to turn to sensible words. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

But as you wait for an answer, all you are greeted with is a chilling calmness that you don't share. "Please," you beg.

He remains silent. His fingers still playing with your hair. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Jimin," he introduces himself with a smile.

You thrash around, wanting to mess up his pristine bed, anything that would show him you were against being here.

"Y/N," he calls your name, his voice still calm. Your response is a hard glare. You would curse at him, but you don't trust your voice not to break or turn to sobs again.

"Don't cry, baby." His hands leave your hair to thumb at your creased forehead. "Ever since I saw you, I knew it was you; it had to be you," his words dripping with an unsettling mix of obsession and conviction, "my soulmate."

"You're fucking crazy," you spit your words out; raspy but determined. Disliking your accusation, you stare at you until you shift from discomfort. The weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

"You shouldn't resist, my dear," he deadpans. "We're bound by the red string of fate, tethered together, forever." His face closes in yours and noses at your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he resumed talking.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice a sinister hiss. "The tug of that thread when you first set foot into my carnival, my home. You cannot deny it any longer."

Your pulse raced with terror as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his delusion. You tried to speak, to protest, but your words were caught in your throat like a knot, choking off any plea, even curse and demeaning words you wanted to shout at him.

How the fuck are you supposed to reason with a crazy man?

Jimin's fingers trail along the curve of your shoulders. "You are finally home, my dear," he murmurs, his touch sending a wave of revulsion coursing through your veins. But you couldn't do anything but take it.

He presses a peck to your cheek. Sensing no movement from you, he slots his lips to yours.

At this, you react violently, your body thrashing to move as far away as you can from him. Your balled fists swing to his face but fall limp, and your feet locked in place tight; you couldn't even push yourself further away from the man.

"Get the fuck away from me," you screech. Guttural screams leave your mouth as you tug at the binds on your limbs.

"Tsk, you're making this difficult, Y/N." He secures your ties, the binds getting tighter, leaving your arms and legs completely immobile.

"I'll show you how good I can be for you, my dear."

-

"Please," you sob, "Please, enough," the last plea comes out as a moan.

Jimin continuously laps at your cunt, his head locked between your trembling thighs. You twist and turn your body to repel him, but Jimin's head only tilts to look at you. His eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat as you are drawn into the depths of his dilated pupils.

Tingles run on Jimin's back, and if possible, his dick stiffens even more. He's exhilarated as he saw a reflection of his own desire mirrored—a passion so intense it threatened to consume you both. Finally.

He knew you were loving this. He knew he was going to have you. And he thinks he already has.

Unable to tear his gaze away, Jimin feels you gradually surrender to the irresistible pull of his hunger. Your defenses dissolved easily like the cotton candy you loved to wrap your tongue around. Arousal spurts from his cock at the thought of having your sweet tongue wrapped around him. Like cotton candy.

He dives back between your thighs and grazes his teeth to your nub. With his fingers prodding inside you in a come-hither motion, you come undone again for the third time. You're full-on panting as you regulate your breathing. Jimin kneels, and your eyes follow him. He was a sinful delight—lips glistening with your arousal, cheeks flushed, and his cock stands tall and weepy.

He notices your lidded eyes as you stare at his cock and chuckles. "Don't worry. I'll let you feel me sooner than later," he cajoles.

You couldn't find your sanity. You should be resisting, screaming, doing anything to make this difficult for him, but your body just resigns—pliant, submissive to his. You hesitantly bend your knees as far as your bounds let you and ready yourself for him.

With one swooping motion, Jimin leans closer to your body and lines his hard cock to your pussy. You moan in unison as he sinks his tip inside you. His other hand caressed your cheek, and you surprised yourself further as you leaned in. At this, Jimin smiles and smashes his lips to yours. Your mouth locks in a heated, hungry kiss.

Letting his love pour from every pore and hole, Jimin pushes his shaft inside you. The feeling of his bare cock and thick girth pulls an animalistic reaction from you—your nails indent his flawless skin, and your teeth sink to his shoulder, devouring him in all ways. Jimin's hand cups your ass to pull you towards his thrusting hips, his hunger for you never-ending.

And finally, he thinks, you've surrendered to your need for him as well.

A sigh leaves his lips as you move your grip from his back to brush through his hair. He trails kisses along your neck going to your collarbones, each peck turning into love bites. You whimper at the sting, and your lover grows feral at the melodies of your pleasure.

If possible, he would weld you two together like this—forever tangled in euphoria and pleasure. Jimin's hand dips between your compressed bodies, fingers traveling from your tits, taking his time tracing patterns on every skin he touches until he reaches his destination—your clit. His eyes stay on your face as he watches your face contort in pleasure to every flick and motion of his fingers to your pussy.

You stare back, as if beckoning him to cum with you. And so he does.

Your body trembles like aftershocks, and Jimin feels his cock protest in sensitivity.

This is wrong, you think as you have your arms wrapped around your captor. But letting him have his way with you, somehow felt right. This felt like home.

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Jimin watches you slumber. His index finger softly traces the slope of your nose. "My beautiful Y/N."

He secures your wrist to the bedpost once again after making love to you. He couldn't risk it yet. Sure, you were no longer screaming at his face, but it's too early, he decides. You've been with him for a week now, and in those seven days, you’ve done nothing but fuck.

A patterned knock pulls his gaze from you.

About damn time.

Jimin opens the door to a grinning man. "Took you long enough," he sneers.

His friend only huffs, "Well, excuse you. I had to deal with the missing reports. Her friends are fucking persistent, and I had to play my part."

"Well, is it dealt with?" Jimin pours water for him and his visitor.

"It's not hitting the local news yet, but I feel like it will die down in a few days." His guest waves off the offered water. "You and I know what could be in that water."

Jimin scoffs. "Why the fuck would I want you passed out in my home." The man across from him just shrugs in response, then says his goodbye.

"Hey, Taehyung," your so-called friend raises his brows, awaiting Jimin's next words, "Thanks for the help with Y/N. I owe you one."

Taehyung only wiggles his eyebrows. He chances a look over Jimin's shoulders to peek at you lying on the bed across the room, then pulls the door close as he leaves.

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Ch. 2- Sweater Weather

Summary: Jimin meets a girl, who he only met a few times, but for some reason, he can’t get her out of his head.

Paring: Park Jimin x!Female

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Warning: Jimin ends up getting head by a girl, it isn’t very long.

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It was cold. Way too cold for Jimin to be standing outside waiting for Yoongi to pick him up. His jacket zipped up, his hands in his pocket as he stood on the sidewalk. School ended an hour ago, usually, Jungkook and Taehyung would be standing with him, but Taehyung stayed with him because he was sick, and Jungkook had to stay after school to finish an art project.

Jimin wasn't going to stay with him to watch him do art.

After a while, though Jimin's headphones he could hear a voice on the phone next to him. Looking up he noticed a girl; she was short with black curly hair. She wears a brown sweater that was way too big on her body, her leggings hugging her thighs perfectly.

She was new to their school, coming from America she knew a little bit of Korean.

The basics.

She was beautiful, Jimin wasn't going to lie about that but she wasn't Korean. She was mixed, Jimin saw her mom and dad a bunch of times.

Her mom was a beautiful African American, with the longest brown hair. Her dad was white, he had dark jet-black hair. Jimin could tell she was the only kid from the way they spoiled her.

Jimin didn't know how long he was staring at her when he heard a horn blow. Jumping out of his daydream he looks forward to seeing a black truck in front of him, the window rolled down. Yoongi stares at him before speaking. "You getting in?"

Jimin rolls his eyes and walks into the back of the truck, he opens the door and gets in the back of the car. Yoongi speeds off and into the road.

"So..who was the girl?" Yoongi asks when he looks over at Jimin. It was movie night. Jimin and Yoongi have done this for about 3 years now, it was a thing they only did.

"What girl?" Jimin asks as he puts a handful of popcorn in his mouth. Jimin knew who she was he just didn't want to tell Hyung that, mostly because once he says it everyone will know.

" You know who I'm talking about."

"Do I though?" Jimin wanted it to come out as a joke, he did but his voice went high pitched which fed into his lie even more.

"You know. You don't have to lie min." Yoongi felt hurt, yeah that was his little brother and he thought that they had a tight bond.

That's what he thought though.

Jimin sighs as he sits up. He puts the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "I'm sorry." He mumbles as he puts his hands in his lap.

"You don't have to be sorry...I know you're growing up and don't want anyone to know but with me? I want you to be comfortable with me." Yoongi says with a smile on his face. Yoongi wasn't the type to show his feelings or emotions, he didn't even show it around his parents but with Jimin? He felt like he had to, he had to show his little brother the side anyone hasn't seen.

"Hyung. It's just. Fine." He says making Yoongi look up at the male. "Her name is Y/n, she's in my grade. I saw her a few times." Jimin says he's telling the truth

Well, half of it anyway.

Yoongi hums and looks back at the movie. Jimin sighs out feeling like the pressure is over now.

The more Yoongi doesn't know the better.

"Ha, uno bitch give it up," Taehung says happily at the black hair male that's sitting across him. Namjoon rolls his eyes and gives him the five that were in his pocket.

He's never going to play Uno with this psychopath again.

"His pride is hurt isn't it Hyung," Jungkook says with a grin as he watched the uno match that took place. First, it was going to be Jungkook and Taehyung who was going to play Uno, but Namjoon who came downstairs saw them playing and made it a challenge.

A stupid challenge he should have never made

"Shut the fuck up you're worse than Jimin when he wins," Namjoon mumbles and gets off the floor to sit down on the couch.

"That's the difference, he wins while you Namjoon loses." Taehyung implies which makes Namjoon roll his eyes again.

"Where's Jimin anyway." Jungkook as, not remembering seeing Jimin come in or be in his room. Taehyung looks up from the cards making a face.

"I don't know."

"Shit just like that." Jimin groans as he watched the pale girl go down on his cock. She moves her hand to his balls rubbing them.

You might ask how Jimin got into this predicament.

Well, this was Minji, the pale female on her knees giving THEE Park Jimin the most mind-blowing slobbery blow job he has ever had.

She was also one of Y/N friends she hung out with, and she also was wearing her purple sweater.

The sweater he loved on Y/N

Again, the girl he never even talked to but knew what she looked like. It was kind of stalker-Ish if you asked Taehyung. Then again everything to Taehyung is a little stalker-like.

Minji was close to making Jimin cumming in her mouth when his phone started to ring, he ignored it at first like he has always done when he was with Minji but it rang again.

"Hold on Min." His voice was deep as he reached for his phone that was on her nightstand. Minji nodded and lends back against the heel of her foot.

"Hello?" He answers not looking at the caller ID.

"Dawg I've been calling you for a minute, where the hell is you bitch." It was hoseok on the other line, Jimin knew this because Hoseok was the only one who called Jimin "dawg, dude, bitch boy, Minnie." Like why did he call him all those names, was something he'll never know.

"Oh..um..with Minji." He says, he never told anyone where he was going but Jin and Jin were very unsure, to begin with.

"Well come on before dad comes back."

Jimin forgot he was with his dad this week, well they all were over their dad's house.

Mr. Park had a big house, with his beautiful wife, and they only came over once every two weeks.

His dad was very strict with them too like Jungkook wasn't allowed to play on his phone at dinner, they weren't allowed to have people over, Yoongi had to be back by a certain hour, Seokjin couldn't..well he couldn't be gay around his dad. Taehyung had to wear clothes, which Taehyung hated.

"Here I come," Jimin says quickly as he hangs up the phone and stands up. Minji gets up from the floor watching as Jimin pulls his pants up and finds his shoes, when he goes, and puts them on and grabs his black hat that was on the floor.

"I'll see you at school." He says to her ask he pecks her lips walking out the door. Minji watches him and shuts the door back locking it behind her. Jimin walks down the street as the wind blows.

Sweater weather huh?

[funkycatbruh]

Min Yoongi

mis favoritas de yoongi

COMPLETAS

ONE SHOT

Perpetual Datejust - @jiminrings

SYNOPSIS. You’re yoongi’s manager and for the first time ever, you take a break away from him.

GENRE. Angst, friends to lovers!au, fluff, love triangle?, jealousy, yoongi has a "girlfriend"

Take Five - @jiminrings

SYNOPSIS. You’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

GENRE. angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining, Yoongi is divorced.

[ part two ]

Stay High - @personasintro

pairing ↠ ex!boyfriend yoongi x reader

SYNOPSIS. You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

GENRE. fluff, angst, smut, drugs , cheating

Beloved - @bang-tan-bitches

pairing ↠ Emperor!Yoongi X Reader

SYNOPSIS. Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win

GENRE. Yandere Behavior, Violence, Blood, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Hint of Dubious Consent

Exitus Acta Probat - @bang-tan-bitches

pairing ↠ mafia!yoongi x reader

SYNOPSIS. All you need to know is that my name is Yoongi and you’re mine now.

GENRE. Kidnapping, Guns, Minor Violence, Mentions of Drugs, Possessive/Dominant Behavior, Manipulation, Dubious Consent

SERIES

Black Burner - @yoonpobs

SYNOPSIS. Sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

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INCOMPLETAS

SERIES

All I want Is a break - @mymuseagustd

pairing ↠ Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

SYNOPSIS. Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

GENRE. Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Everytime - @deathbyyoongx

pairing ↠ fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

SYNOPSIS.  Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn’t say no to a nice pair of tits. You unfortunately happened to be his ex. He somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

GENRE.  smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

RAP! SHIT - @btsugarush

pairing ↠ ex boyfriend!rapper!yoongi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. when your boyfriend yoongi starts to get recognition as an underground rapper he gets a little fame hungry, and cheats on you, putting an end to your 6 year relationship. 2 years later your friends beg you to attend a show in los angeles, and guess who’s the opening headliner?

GENRE. lovers to exes, exes to lovers, smut, dry humping, unprotected sex, jealous!yoongi, drugs, alcohol, strong language, infidelity, fluff

[kookiessugababy]

Another Reason To Hate You (Kim Namjoon) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- aggressive sex// no protection//edging//teasing//slut shaming kink

-> scenario: you have never gotten along with Namjoon, despite your close relationship with his band. With the boys apartment under refurbishment, you find them staying at your own place- where things become steamy between you and your foe in the shower room.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The previous night was sleepless, the muggy and warm nights creeping upon your Seoul apartment. Despite the discomfort it caused, you had spent the restless night watching movies with the boys; who you could currently now hear blasting music in the next room. They were stammering along loudly to Min Yoongis rap lyrics, Hoseoks voice yelling above them in blatant confidence - the others mixing up all the words in a cacophony of mutters. The seven were crashing at your apartment for a unchartered days with theirs under refurbishment and under the decision of not seeing you for a while, they invited themselves to reside. Nothing in you had a problem with this- you thoroughly loved their lively company and after all they were your closest friends. However, it did mean spending more time with Namjoon than you could handle- the one member who you had a questionable relationship with. Something about him had always frustrated you, the pair of you never flourished in the way you had with the rest. It was different at first; both of you trying to make the effort to amend your obvious differences after Jin introduced you to the band- but now it was left to settle in disinterest. Avoidance was key for both parties; snappy unpleasantness arising every time you engaged���so to the point he was barely an acquaintance to you. With no full understanding why you loathed him with the power you did, you always found yourself paradoxically attracted to him. There was something about acknowledging a mutual abhorrence for someone that makes them more desirable- more hungry for their attention. Alongside this tearing self conflict, you had a constant profusion of work to complete for your boss, alacritous deadlines prolonging your daily shifts. Almost making the company unbearable, relentless hours meant the boys made you stay up most of the evening to reconcile with them- and with the summer months glowing, sleep was rare anyway.

Wrapping yourself in a cream towel, your damp hair fell to your shoulders as you scanned yourself in the face of the mirror. Water droplets cascaded lines on your cheeks, eyelashes catching those stray from your forehead. Your skin looked soft and touchable in the white glow of the light- accenting your expression. With the silence shattering, the door creaked under the sound of knocks from the other side- shuffling echoing from under the small gap of the hinges. “Jin? Is that you?” You assumed- the only member who had a tendency to bother you at such inconvenient time- but you were met with silence as the seconds passed. Before you could question the sound again, the door flung open; presenting a rather flustered tall figure with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair was pushed back and neat, a small t shirt revealing his collar bones and comfortable lounging shorts fitting his toned thighs perfectly. Despite a familiar sense of hatred wash over you, you found yourself startled at the sudden entrance of Namjoon- your slightly exposed body causing your nerves to fire.

He stared at you in the heat of the room, the steam rising between the two of you as it entangled with the strange tension. ”Namjoon… what are you doing” you asked nonchalantly. Remaining silent you huffed, slamming your hairbrush onto the bench. “Get out” you snapped- but his reply concluded unhelpful as he suddenly pushed you to the shower wall, pinning your arms roughly to the wet tiles as the towel fell from your grip. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of your bratty attitude.” Under his stare, you stood naked and exposed to him- your nipples hardening as he searched your curves in such an unexpected manner. You felt the need for obedience under his power- all sense of anger towards him washed with this new sense of frustration that mirrored lust you were sure you had felt for him before. “I hate you, y/n. You make me so fucking mad” he growled, his mouth close to yours. He tugs your lips with his teeth, nipping your bottom lip to cause a slight pain. Wincing at the sensation, you felt his hands grow tighter around your wrist- pushing his hips towards you to prove his hardened state. “Then get out if you hate me that much mm?” You teased- his anger obvious in his eyes. Intertwined with this, however, you sensed a blanket of lust wash over him- his intentions almost becoming obvious to you. “How do you not expect me to ruin you when I know your pretty ass is naked in the room next door? Mmm?” humming he pecks the sides of your neck, leading you to arch your back under the tingling marks he leaves behind. Snaking his arms down yours, which remain raised against the wall, his large palms make their way down to your breasts, fondling with them in a way nobody had before. He made you feel innocent with his dirty smirks, the frustration he felt towards you obviously preparing to be channelled in a way that would leave you breathless. You moaned slightly as he pinched your nipples, twisting them slightly in his fingers as he continued to kiss along your collarbones- teasing his tongue along them as he glanced up at you. You felt your heat grow wet as you gritted your teeth, avoiding contentment of knowing he was pleasuring you- but your desperation only grew with your confinement.

Evidently picking up on your behaviour, his fingers now snakes to your clit- slapping it harshly as you bucked your hips in return. “What a little slut mmm? Getting wet for someone you can’t even bare a conversation with. You must be desperate”. Degrading you only soaked your core as his fingers ran circles around your clit- chasing the feeling of your pussy as he pushed sped up to a painful pace. Stifled groans spilled from you; still in an attempt to silence yourself. Seeing your struggling state gave him permission to dig his fingers deep inside of your hole with a sudden movement- your body jolting under his forceful fingering. Only two fingers made it into your tight hole, moving rapidly between your thighs as your breath hitched. His stare was familiar, the way he looked at you in near disgust was showing- making you feel exposed and submissive to his annoyance with you. “You deserve to have that little pussy of yours throbbing y/n. How dare you get me hard like this.” His breathe easy just as unsteady as your own as he paced his fingers in and out, your juices dripping down his digits with every pulse. You couldn’t mutter a reply as you found yourself riding his hand in desperation- feeling so small under his touch and power.

Closing your eyes you felt his fingers leave you- the warm steam hitting your hole as he edged you from your high. Whining quietly, just in earshot of him he uttered a small laugh of success as he undid his pants. “Turn around, y/n. I’ll teach you how to be good for me” he sounded strain as he spoke, his dick now spilling with precum- yup swollen and sensitive. Spinning around on your heels you faced the tiles- your chest pressing against them as he lined himself up with your pussy. Rubbing his warm cock on your heat, he separated your lips with his tip- running himself up and down where you needed him most. “Namjoon i- need you” you finally cried, pushing back your hips as he adjusted his grip to your waist- thrusting into you with one sudden movement. The pace was unimaginable- your breasts clapping against the wall as his balls hit you again and again- the harshness of each movement sending you into a moaning mess. You could barely think straight as you could only focus on the throbbing of his cock inside of your tight hole- hitting spots you didn’t know existed with his length. He filled you up so well as he pounded you, his head tilted back as your ass slapped against him. Your heat was soaked with the feelings of frustration being taken out upon your bent body- your stomach turning at the simple thought of the man behind you. As your walls clenched yet again, you let out a cry while your stomach flipped to its side. Unable to hold yourself for longer, tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth fell open at the repetition of his tip hitting your g spot.

“C-cum!” You cried- desperate for a release of some sort. Despite you feeling Namjoons dick twitch inside of you, his warmth already spilling- he parted the friction from your walls as he pulled himself out. The absence was unbearable as he came all over your back- holding his cock with one hand as your ass now dripped with his stain. Cursing to himself he inspected your arched back- your ass sticking out and coated in his mess and you whined and cried pathetically as he edged you yet again. Gently, his hands ran to your ass, cupping the cheeks as he leaned over you- kissing your cheek softly. “You poor thing. Stop pretending you hate me and I’ll let you cum next time.” His voice almost sounded sinister, chuckling in your ear as he placed a few more welcomed kisses on your cheeks. “God Namjoon you gave me another reason to hate you”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[vai2453]

Try Hard by meganni

Summary:

With years of rivalry at hand, one can clearly point out that rebellious prodigy Kim Taehyung and golden boy Jeon Jeongguk simply can’t stand each other.

And then suddenly comes out a rumor about said Jeongguk being fucking hung and Taehyung wants to punch him in the face even more than before (he also kind of wants to suck his dick, but that’s beside the point).

Taekook enemies to lovers. college au.

1 chapter. Word count: 50.7k

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21384748

Follow @vai2453for more recs 💗💜

[bonjourtae]

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[ladyartemesia]

Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut. 

 ▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨  ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

[shesawriter39049]

|PRIVATE SHOW|M|

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now!  Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students. 

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid  sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright  baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!” 

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is- 

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell  just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now. 

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with. 

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood  immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn  enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

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So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi.  A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

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The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert. 

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans  head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck”  You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck!  Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well.  “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno,  you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K...  “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that”  You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household.  So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!  

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and  he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her  to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans.  “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

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Thank you for all the comments on this! I can't respond directly cause this isn't my main account which I find soooooo inconvenient Tumblr!

Looking forward to writing part 3 ❤️

#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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“Baby…” Yoongi’s lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn’t ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. “Stop dreaming about me when I’m next to you,” He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

“Don’t call me baby,” I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

“But, you’re my baby,” He pouted, pushing his lips out. “How will people know you’re mine?” his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

“Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it’s always loud and clear,” I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. “Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,”

“Baby…” He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, “Baby….”

“BABY!”

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

“BABY!” Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn’t really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

“BABY, BABY, BABY!” Tae sang/shouted again.

“Don’t call me baby.” I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Finally! You’re up! You’ve been sleeping all morning, and I’m making fajitas,” He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

“My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse,” I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

“I think you need to get fucked,” Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, “you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn’t really discuss this break…”

“No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new,” I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, “Look, Y/N, I’m not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what’s reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back.”

“I know, I know,” I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. “I just am not ready for a relationship.”

“Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don’t get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend.”

“Ooooh, like Nadia…” I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

“Yeah, exactly like Nadia!” This poor boy was so clueless.

“Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?” I said, disgusted. “Gross, what is wrong with you?” I walked off.

“It’s what it’s called!” He laughed.

—

“Jae, I really don’t want to meet anyone new. Trust me!” Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

“Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!” Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn’t rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn’t like he wasn’t offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that’s when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, “let me get us a drink?”

“Yeah! I’ll come with you!” Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

“What would you like?” Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“Vodka soda!” Tia waved her glass and looked around, “hey! That’s Jungkook!” Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, “He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!” Yoongi’s eyes followed Tia’s direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. “You okay?” Tia asked.

His eyes didn’t leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

“Yoongi?” Tia repeated.

“Yeah, yes, I am good, I’m good, here,” He handed her the glass. “When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I’ve left? I’m just gonna go home. Not feeling too well.” He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. “I wanted this, I wanted this,” He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

“Leaving already?” Tara came and stood next to him.

“Feeling weird, are you going back too?” He asked, and she nodded. “Join me,” He pointed to his booked cab ride.

“I met Y/N,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“She’ll be fine.”

Yoongi just nodded, “You really think I could also find out who I am with her?” Tara looked at him in question. “That’s what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?”

Tara nodded, “I’ve known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should’ve been the first sign to not listen to that shit.”

“I didn't… I’m not naive. I didn’t take their idea and follow through,” Yoongi explained. “My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!”

“I thought she was your best friend?” Tara questioned.

“She is my best friend. And I’m being selfish. I know. But I’m all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, ‘wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.’ God, her parents are so toxic.”

“I don’t get your point?” Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

“What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn’t want to be like her mom? She hates her parent’s relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?”

“Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself.”

“I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don’t want to have any expectations for once.”

“Okay, I’m no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi,” Tara cut him off. “And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don’t love her, end it! It will do you both good!”

“What the fuck? When did I even say that?” Yoongi yelled. “I do love her.” He wasn’t in doubt at all.

“Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?”

“I literally didn’t say any of those things,” Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

“Yeah, you’re not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn’t have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore,” Tara really did like Y/N more. “And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?”

Yoongi didn’t respond. He hadn’t thought this through.

—

“So, you remember, Jungkook?” Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae’s plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

“Who?” I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

“The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!” Zoya tickled her.

“Yes, he texted me.” I laughed. “Wants to grab a coffee with me,” Zoya raised her eyebrow, “soon too!”

“And, what did you say,” she asked.

“I really don’t want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends,” It was all that I could offer. “And we are going to meet next week.”

“Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not thinking about it,” I told her honestly.

—

Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn’t interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that’s why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

“This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library.”

“Ugh!” I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. “Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?” I asked the librarian.

“Yes, we are just closing the counter.” He nodded.

“Great,” I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

“Hey,” I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, “Yoongi…uh…hi.”

“Need help carrying those?” He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

“Ah no, I’m good. I carried them all here,” I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

“Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?” He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. “Here,” He took half my bunch, “where to?”

“Umm, I’m looking for a comfy place,” I looked around.

“I know the perfect spot! C'mon,” He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, “We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room.” Yoongi explained, all excited.

“Oh, we don’t have to. I can find a place….”

“You’ll love it. C'mon,” He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

“Are you prepping for a paper?” He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

“Research project,” I answered.

“Ah,” he nodded. “Read on,” He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

—

Yoongi couldn’t help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

“How are your classes going?” He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn’t know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

“Not bad. It’s tough, but I’m trying to do better,” She responded.

“What about yours?” She asked.

“Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-”

“Ear tape? It’s to help with the weight,” She laughed.

“Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model,” Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn’t comment on, “look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall.”

“Wait, what the fuck?”

“Don’t worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us.”

“Proud?”

“Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed.” Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. “Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can’t let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!”

“That’ll be nice,” Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. “You’ll be surprised. I’ve met loads of people like her.” he didn’t want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don’t realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

“Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I’m sitting and reading all the time!” Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

“Come here, let me massage it a bit,” Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. “Relax your shoulders,” he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. “Do you like it, baby?” He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn’t tell who kissed first, but Yoongi’s lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

“Oh gosh, Yoongi,” She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn’t pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

“You feel so good,” He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m never going to stop,” she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. “Stay,” he says, and Y/N can’t think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That’s how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

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One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them. 

What do you think? 

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

©mymuseagustd@2023

[seomelon]

Bound to You

Bound to you is FINALLY HERE! Please enjoy the now full length fic, I accpet conductive critisiam and any reccomidations, Keep in Mind this is my first full length fic and all the writing here is my own, if you see this posted on any other account aside from this one and @longknj​ it IS NOT MINE. these are my only two accounts, please enjoy. 

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ; 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛  

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚞  

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: est 11k  

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 @𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚗𝚓 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

“Forever is a long time Kookie…” The thirteen-year-old whispered laying her head on his shoulder softly as they watched the waves crash against the rocks. Little did Jungkook know this was the last time they’d do this for a while. 

“I know but I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side…” He whispered and glanced down at her smiling softly. They’d been neighbors and schoolmates since Y/N was six and seven years later they were still the best of friends, how the hell was she going to tell him that she’d be leaving back for the states. She could just disappear and not tell him anything, but then how would Jungkook feel. “Hey you okay?” he questioned, nudging her softly causing her to look up at him. 

“Yeah… I’m fine I just have to tell you something…” she whispered softly crossing her ankles as she stood up. “C’mon let's take a walk.” She held her hand out for him helping him up. “So you know how I'm here because of my dad right?” She looked up at him playing with his fingers in her hand. He nodded softly so she continued talking. “Well, he got stationed back in the states, so I’m moving…” She whispered. His hand dropped hers as they came to a stop. 

“So you’re leaving? You always said we’d never leave each other.” Jungkook’s voice shook slightly, it wasn’t the kind of angry shake, he was sad and scared. “I-... I can’t lose you Y/N… you’re my best friend.” he whispered holding her hands in his now. 

“Jungkook I’m always going to be by your side, maybe not physically, but I’m always right here.” She whispered, tapping his chest softly before wrapping her arms around him. “I love you.” Her voice was muffled into his chest as Jungkook sighed softly keeping the small girl close to him. He wanted to cherish every last minute he had with her.

After a while of holding each other, Y/N gently pulled away and looked up at him. “Promise me you won’t get yourself into trouble while I’m gone.” she spoke softly cupping his cheeks gently. “I need you alive okay you’re my best friend” He looked down at her with a small smirk

“I guess I promise to stay out of trouble.” He sighed heavily in a playful way. Y/N smiled and placed a kiss on the taller boy’s cheek before pulling away and running off. “Where are you going Y/N?” Jungkook shouted at her

“Last one home loses!” The girl screamed as she ran down the beach towards their homes, the least she could do was make their last night together better. 

~

6 years later 

“I still don’t understand why you had to go all the way to Korea for university Y/N.” there was a short pause before Y/n heard a heavy sigh over the phone. “There are plenty of great universities here in the States.” Johnny’s voice rang in her ears as she stepped into her dorm room. He never shut up about her leaving, it wasn’t like she was trying to leave him, she just needed to go back to where she grew up, all of her firsts happened here. Her first crush, her first kiss, the first time she was heartbroken. It all happened here, she needed to get back to that. 

“Listen, I’m done having this argument with you Johnny, I love you with all my heart but you have to let me grow, I can’t be under you anymore. I need to be my own person.” She spoke into the phone before hanging up not letting him get another word out. 

Johnny was the son of a successful businessman. Y/N would have been fine without a degree, Johnny could provide everything she’d want and more. Except for the one thing she needed from him… Love. She was never in love with him. Of course, she loved and cared for him, but the feeling of being in love was never there, and after three years she didn’t think it’d ever come.

Y/N set her belongings onto the small bed in the corner of the room and looked over the dorm. A smile crept up on her face that she couldn't contain, she had been waiting for this day for so long. “Finally back.” A small squeal left her lips as she jumped on the bed belting out the lyrics to her favorite song forgetting all about the argument, all of her worries washed away.

As Y/N sang, she failed to notice that her roommate had entered the room and was watching from the doorway. She stepped in further and cleared her throat to get Y/N attention. Y/N screamed louder than she ever had in her life when she noticed the other girl in the room. Her hand moved to her chest trying to catch her breath. “Jesus, You can’t sneak up on someone like that,” she spoke through heavy breaths. 

“You looked like you were having fun there. I’m Mina.” the girl spoke holding her hand out for yours shaking it softly. “You must be Y/N.” a smile stayed on the girls face as she set her things on her bed. “So there's a welcoming party hosted by the biggest frat on campus, you going?” the girls demeanor changed slightly, her soft smiled turned into a smirk as she sat in her chair spinning to face the mirror. 

“I wasn’t planning on it…” Y/N began to whisper playing with her fingers softly. “Should I?” She questioned looking at Mina watching her head nod. “I guess I’ll go but only if you’re going with me." She smiled as Mina stood up grabbing her makeup. 

***

The alcohol coursed through her system as she tugged her dress down slightly. Her hips swaying to the music as her new roommate dragged her into the frat house. She managed to grab a drink before even entering the house. Was she really going to crash a party on her first night back in Korea? Hell yes. 

              The smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol filled the entire frat house. Y/N observed her surroundings, watching people chat and drink while others smoked and grinded against each other. Y/N had never really been a party animal so this situation made her anxious. Nothing a little alcohol couldn't fix. She grabbed anything she could get her hands on and chugged it down.

            One thing lead to the other, Y/N was climbing on top of the coffee table that had been pushed around the living room by other party goers. She moved her body to the rhythm of the music that blasted from the surround sound speakers. People gathered around her cheering for her to continue. Others cheered for her to take her dress off. 

           Y/N laughed at the people and continued to dance. Her dress began to ride up but she was too focused on the music to realize it. It wasn't until she felt someone against her back side did she become aware of what was happening. She pulled herself from the grip and turned. "I didn't ask for a dance partner." Her words were slurred and vision kinda dizzy. 

             "I promise you'll like the way I'll make you feel." The guy was clearly drunk and was trying to grab Y/N. The smaller girl pushed as hard as she could to get out of his grip. She looked at the crowd trying to ask for help but everyone was too high and drunk to care. Tears started to fall from her eyes and her arms weakened. 

His fist collided with the other man’s face causing him to stumble back. “We don’t treat ladies like that here.” was all he said before helping Y/N away from the situation. “Are you okay?” He questioned when they were in a quieter hallway. 

“I’m fine.” She whispered, keeping her head down… “Thank you.” a small smile came across her face as she looked up at him in her slightly drunken state. The boy smiled down at her, his bunny teeth poking out. Wait, she recognized that smile. She quickly shook off the feeling as the air began to feel thick. “Do you wanna dance?” She questioned trying not to let this thing get in the way of her fun.

“Depends, are you asking for a dance partner?” He cocked his head to the side before resting his hand on her lower back leading her towards the middle of the party. Y/N’s eyes wandered towards Mina. Her body was draped over a boy as she sipped on her drink. A smile came onto Mina’s face as she gave Y/N the thumbs up. “Your friend?” The stranger questioned leaning down causing a shiver down her spine. 

“Roommate…” Y/N whispered back as his body pressed against her moving with the music, quickly causing her to forget about earlier. They danced the night away getting lost in each other. 

              One thing led to another as they stumbled into his room, sloppy kisses were left against her neck as all thoughts of her fiancée were gone. All that mattered was the two of them in this moment. Her lips pressed against his as his fingers pushed under the bottom of her dress. Fingers danced over his now bare chest as she pulled away slightly. 

            “Are you sure?” His voice was soft, the moonlight over his skin made him look breathtakingly beautiful. As she nodded he scooped her up laying her down on the bed slipping the dress off of her body. Admiring every inch of her. 

              The small whine that escaped her lips pulled him from his trance as his kissed over her stomach, his thumbs pulling her panties down her legs as he kissed over her thighs gently. His fingers trailing over the tops of her thighs as she groaned above him. Her hands tugging at his hair as he kissed her clit softly her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue worked over her slit. His lips kissing up her stomach until he reached her lips lining himself with her entrance. 

“We can still stop…” He whispered against her lips softly as she shook her head pressing their lips together tangling her fingers into his hair as he pushed into her grumbling softly dipping his head into her neck as her moans filled the small bedroom. Her legs locked around his waist as she arched her back against his chest, their lips locking together sloppily. Her fingers digging into his biceps as she moaned out, the boy's lips leaving red marks against her neck, his hands digging into her hips as he chased his high. Her high was coming close as she begged. 

“Harder.” She whispered against his lips, her back arching again as his thrusts picked up pace. “Ah right there.” He groaned into her neck again as he felt his high her nails dragging down his back pushing him over the edge as they released together.

He pulled away slowly laying next to her glancing over slightly. “That was…” he started to speak but she rolled over pressing her lips into shutting him up. 

***

           A ray of sunlight came in through the small opening in the blinds and shined directly in Y/N's eyes. A small groan escaped her lips when the splitting headache began. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment before realizing she wasn't in her own bed. Her heart began to race when she turned her head to the side, examining the room. This was definitely not her dorm.

*** Another thought flooded her mind. Was she naked under the blankets? "Oh, God." She whispered to herself before lifting the cover, revealing her bare body. She sighed softly before sitting up slowly. Y/N heard breathing that wasn't hers and looked to her side. There laid a shirtless man. His black hair is messy and covering his eyes. The blanket covered only up to his waist, allowing his back to be exposed.  The hungover girl slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

          Y/N was in disbelief with what was happening. "No no no." She whispered to herself while rubbing her temples. She decided that she'd leave before the guy woke up to avoid the awkward morning-after talk. She slowly slipped off the bed keeping one of the blankets wrapped around her slim body. 

          Y/N shuffled around the room grabbing and slipping on pieces of her clothing from last night. She struggled to find her bra and decided to leave without it. It was the least of her worries. As she was heading for the door, the creaking of the bed caught her attention. She turned slowly, hoping the guy was still sleeping fortunately for her, he was. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she stepped out of the room and into the semi-lit up corridor. Used red solo cups were sprawled around the floor along with empty bags of chips and empty alcohol bottles. The house smelled of stale cigarettes and weed and it made Y/N nauseous. 

She made her way down the stairs trying to walk as softly as possible. She noticed people passed out on the floor and on couches. Y/N heard voices and shuffling around in the kitchen. She couldn’t hear everything they were saying but they sounded angry. She stepped over the passed out people and quickly walked to the front door.

          She managed to slip out of the frat house without being noticed by any of the other guys living there. The house wasn't far from where her dorms were and chose to walk. She needed to think about what she'd done the night before. "How the hell am I going to tell Johnny." Y/N whispered to herself. She covered her face with her hands as she walked. 

          When she got back to the dorm, she softly thanked God her roommate wasn't there. She plopped herself onto the tiny bed and began crying. She had to tell Johnny about this but exactly how does someone do that? The crying made her head hurts worse. She laid down and stared at the ceiling and without realizing it, fell asleep.

***

“How could you do this to me! I thought what we had was great and wonderful. You ruined everything. You ruined us.” The voice rang out throughout the room.

The sound of her roommate's voice woke her from the nightmare. Sitting up in her bed she winced softly running her fingers through her hair. “Hey, Mina when did you ge-” She mumbled softly but another voice spoke up before she could finish. 

“Hi. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Yoongi.” The guy's voice said as he held his hand out to her. Her eyes widened as she pulled the blankets over her chest and reluctantly took his hand in hers, shaking it. She was the first to pull away and turned her gaze to Mina. Y/N stared at her roommate hoping she’d get the hint that she was uncomfortable.

“Oh please Y/N, it's fine. We heard about last night.” Mina smirked softly as Y/N’s fingers played with her ring softly spinning it. Y/N’s heart fell to her stomach, how could Mina know about last night? Y/N scoffed and waved her hand in dismissal

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got drunk and acted a little stupid. Nothing more.” Y/N bit her lip softly and looked away from the two. She fiddled with her ring again, hoping they’d let it go. 

“That’s not what Jungkook told us,” Mina spoke up, teasingly. She cuddled up closer to Yoongi. Y/N’s nearly snapped her neck, she stared at the two wide-eyed, tears threatening to escape. She knew she recognized that smile last night. It couldn’t be though. It had to be another guy who happens to have the same name. Another thought hit her.

“He told you two what happened?” Y/N felt her blood boil, something she hadn’t felt since 6 months ago. Mina and Yoongi nodded in unison. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her legs over the side of her bed. What an asshole. She stood up and grabbed her shower supplies. Without another word to the couple, Y/N walked out the dorm slamming the door shut.

You really screwed up this time Y/N. The pissed off girl thought to herself as she stomped her way to showers. She shoved her stuff into one of the shower stalls and got undressed before turning the water on. The warm water fell over her body, relaxing her muscles. She let the tears flood out. All she wanted was to come back for university and be where she grew up. She wanted her life to be peaceful for some time now that she wasn’t in America. 

Her thoughts went back to last night. She remembered him helping with the creep situation, the way they danced the night away, and everything that came after that. It infuriated her, how could he do this to her. If it were him, why would he hurt Y/N like this? She slammed her fists into the shower wall instantly regretting it “Damn it!” she groaned holding her hands in pain. After a while, Y/N stepped out and headed back to her dorm.

***

The walk to Jungkook’s dorm was the longest one Y/N had ever taken. As she made her way to the dorm, she stopped short seeing him, the features she once knew were now more clear in her sobered state. The bunny smile he made with the girl next to him. He turned slightly in her direction kissing her cheek allowing the girl to giggle softly. Y/N watched as the girl threw her arms over the taller boy’s shoulders, bringing their bodies together. A flood of jealousy rushing through her. 

Y/N got the courage to walk over, feeling nauseated from the sight and slightly from the party the night before. The thought of sleeping with Jungkook scratched at her brain, she enjoyed the feeling, she wanted to feel that same way again… who knew that at twenty-one she’d be faced with the boy she thought she lost all those years ago. The girl noticed Y/N walking over because the sudden affection was obvious. 

“Jungkook…” Y/N spoke as the girl clung to him. Y/N kept her focus on Jungkook, though she felt the girl's glare burning into her head. Jungkook averted his eyes to Y/N raising an eyebrow at the sight of her. "Um... Can I speak with you?" The girl didn't budge, in fact, she clung harder onto Jungkook. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed "Alone." She turned on her heels and walked a little distance away from the two. Prompting him to follow her.

              Y/N heard the girl whine as Jungkook pulled himself from her grip. Thousands of questions ran through her mind. How was she going to go about this? She hasn’t seen him in years so how in the hell is she going to confront him about their hook up. Jungkook coughed to get her attention, breaking her thoughts. Y/N turned slowly to meet his gaze.

“Did you know?” she whispered softly looking up at him blinking softly. “Did you know it was me the whole time.” her eyes flashed to the small silver ring that wrapped around her finger guilt sinking into her stomach. Jungkook stood there in shock, his face fell as he nodded slowly.

“I knew the moment I saw you at the party, You hadn't changed…” His voice was strong, but a part of him sounded scared. 

“Then why did you sleep with me!” Y/N yelled looking at him. “Why would you sleep with me knowing that we were best friends and haven't seen each other in years! Were you just trying to embarrass me!” 

“No! That wasn’t why I did it! I did it because I wanted too… and I wanted to know if I felt the same as I did when you left me!” His voice rose to meet hers.

               "Oh, so you wanted to see if you still feel the same way by taking advantage of my drunken state?" She yelled right back at him. Y/N shoved Jungkook hard on the chest hoping to knock him over. Unfortunately, he didn't move an inch.

              "Oh don't you dare pull that card on me. You said you wanted to!" Jungkook's voice was shaky. His eyes wandered, looking at the people around them. This conversation was escalating too fast.

               "I was drunk!" Y/N yelled too loud. People around them began looking, pointing, whispering to each other. Y/N took a few breaths before looking back at Jungkook. Almost everything is foggy from that night but that one part was clear in her mind. He was right. Y/N remembers Jungkook asking if she was sure she wanted to sleep with him. She was still angry he didn't bother to tell her who he was.

              "I was drunk too, Y/N!" Jungkook retorted. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes. "Yes, we were both drunk. And yes, maybe I should've told you who I was. But you can't deny the fact that we both gave consent." 

              "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried blaming you for that. It's just," Y/N kept her head down, playing with the ring again. She bit her lip to keep the tears from escaping. She felt worse now than when the conversation started. " this isn't how I imagined my first day back would be."

              "I was going to tell you in the morning. But when I woke up you were gone. I don't exactly know where you're staying. I don't have your number. I had no way of contacting you." He spoke up, his voice calmer. 

                      "Why did you tell them?" Y/N looked up at him. She had forgotten about Mina and Yoongi until now. "Back at my dorm, both Yoongi and my roommate told me you told them about what happened. Why?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

            He seemed to be a loss for words, his face turning bright red. He ran a hand through his hair, laughing nervously. "I- The guys asked where I went off to during the party." He bit his lip softly.

            Y/N felt her eyes nearly bulged out of her head "The guys?" She whispered yelled. She threw her hands up in frustration. "You seriously told the other frat boys. God, why are you such an idiot! Do you know how terrible this will make me look? They probably think I'm some kind of slut!" Y/N kept rambling on as Jungkook shifted on his feet.

“They Don’t think that!” Jungkook's voice was higher pitched and she looked up at the boy. “They really liked you, at least that's what they said before we disappeared,” Jungkook smiled softly at her. 

“That’s great Jungkook, but I have to head back to my dorm.” Y/N whispered walking away from him, the walk of shame she missed out on that morning. She was doing it all over again. 

The walk back to her dorm was longer than he needed to be, and once she arrived at the main hall she was shocked. The sight of her green bra plastered on the bulletin board for the entire dorm to see. The girls giggled with their boyfriends as Y/N snatched the bra off the board feeling tears well up in her eye. Why was this going so terribly? 

Flashes from the crowd's phones blinded her as she stood there. She raised her arms to cover her eyes, the crowd roared when the bra was in clear view. Y/N pushed her way through the people and booked it for the stairs. She ran up the stairs occasionally skipping steps to get up faster.

Y/N ran down the narrow hallway and basically kicked down her dorm room door. She put her back on the door and slid down. She wrapped her arms around her knees and let the tears flow. She couldn't believe this was happening. A familiar voice popped up in her mind. "I don't know why you have to go to Korea…" it repeated and repeated. A part of her wished she had listened. If she would have listened to Johnny or even herself she would be home in Chicago, she would be planning her wedding not worrying about some stupid guy she stupidly slept with. 

Nothing could change the truth. Y/N has always been in love with Jungkook and Jungkook had always been in love with her. 

***

    It was a couple of days later after the bra incident, and Y/N was trying her best to avoid people involved, especially Jungkook. Although being on the same campus as him didn't help her much. She gathered her belongings from the desk and headed out of the class. Y/N put on her earbuds, blocking reality out. 

She walked down the halls, bobbing her head to the music. She turned the corner only to run into something hard. Y/N stumbled back, her books falling to the ground in front of her. She looked up to see none other than the guy she's been avoiding. Jungkook flashed a smile at her, getting an eye-roll in response from Y/N. 

"Woah Woah Woah." He called, following quickly, grabbing her wrist gently. "Your birthdays tomorrow you should come out." He flashed his puppy dog eyes and suddenly she was falling in love all over again. 

"I'm not doing anything for my birthday" she crossed her arms holding her books close to her chest. "I have a facetime call anyways." 

"Oh c'mon y/n there was a reason you didn't have your ring on a week ago." Jungkook mumbled as she yanked her arm away from him. The look of hurt was clear in her eyes but she was angry. 

"Who are you to judge me! You know nothing about my life anymore and I refuse to argue with you here. I don't need my fiance finding out that I cheated on him!" Y/N whisper yelled turned away on her heels walking towards her classroom. 

Jungkook stood in disbelief as she stormed off, Yoongi's arm swung over his shoulder. "Did she figure out who put her bra up?" He questioned looking at Jungkook, his voice was barely loud enough but Y/N could hear. 

"No.. Do you know who did it?" Jungkook looked at him tearing his eyes away. Yoongi chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Well it was Taehyung's idea, but I went along with it. The poor boy didn't know what he was doing." Yoongi smirked softly watching Jungkook tense up as Y/N turned back around. 

"You know what Kook, where is this party? I think I should celebrate my 21st birthday." She smiled softly looking over at Yoongi before leaning in. "If you Ever, touch my shit again, I will ruin you." She smiled softly as Jungkook gave her the address, his body had yet to release the tension. "I'll see you there Kook.." She whispered softly. Yoongi stood wondering how she knew as Jungkook shoved him.

 ***

                 Y/N arrived at the party dressed her finest. She had to be an attention grabber tonight, it was her birthday after all. The familiar smell from the first party punched her in the face as she walked in. The yellow dress hugged her hips as she walked towards the kitchen to make herself a drink, the voices around her were talking about the lace bra that belonged to her. People wondered where the bra had come from, others assumed she hooked up with someone from a frat. Either way, her reputation was ruined, might as well own it. 

The smile stuck on her face as Jungkook approached her. "You look, stunning.." He smiled softly as she looked up at him. Y/N sized the taller guy up, smirking slightly. She softly bit her lip before taking a sip of her drink. 

"Thanks, I know." She winked at him taking his hand making her way to the dance floor, Jungkook following close behind. His hands made their way around her hips pulling her close to him. She let out a small giggle swaying her hips against him. Y/N caught a glimpse of Yoongi watching them from across the room, a knot forming in her stomach. She averted her gaze and twisted around to face Jungkook "Should we even be doing this..?" She questioned over the loud music.

The smirk played on Jungkook's face, "The truth is, we probably shouldn't be doing anything we've been doing" he spoke softly leaning down pressing his lips against hers. She hesitated to kiss back at first, but the feeling of his hands running down her body made her melt. He pulled her closer to his body, cupping her butt in his hands.

 Her hands made their way to his hair slipping her fingers into the ends of it, pushing him towards a free bedroom. He pulled her up by her hips quickly pushing through the door stumbling over his shoes. 

“Jungkook slow down..” She giggled against his lips pulling the black shirt that clung to his body off tossing it to the side, admiring his chest. “Fuck.” She mumbled softly kissing his collar bone kicking off her heels pushing him towards the bed smiling as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Y/N slipped to her knees slowly pulling his jeans down along with his boxers.

Her fingers trailed over his thighs slowly leaning in to kiss his hips. His fingers ran through her hair, a small whine left his lips as she took his tip into her mouth slowly dipping her head down as he groaned. His body tensed up at the sensation, something different. Soft groans filled the room quickly as her head moved up and down and Jungkook was chasing his high. 

“F-Fuck.” He grunted bucking his hips slightly before she pulled away. “What the hell!” He groaned at the loss of sensation before looking at the beautiful now naked woman above him. “Woah.” He pulled her close kissing her deeply guiding her on top of his length. She slid down on him rolling her hips slowly. His hands cupped her hips helping her bounce on him as their moans filled the room once more.

“Fuck Jungkook…” She whined softly kissing him hard chasing her high. “So close..” She whispered softly against his lips as she came undone above him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she came. He came soon after and rested his forehead against hers. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered softly as she slowly removed herself from him wiggling her dress back over her hips. He was worried something was off. “Why did you come to some stupid party anyway?” He asked as she sat on the edge of the bed fixing her heels. 

“My Facetime date got canceled.” She whispered softly playing with the ring on her finger. She didn't want to look at him but she heard a small gasp come from his direction.

"You're engaged…" he spoke up, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He sat there for a moment before getting up and quickly putting his clothes on. "You know that would've been great information to know before this, Y/N" He shook his head.

Y/N quickly stood up and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his arm but was pushed away. "Please, just let me explain." She pleaded as he made his way to the door. 

He quickly turned to face her "Why should I let you explain?!"  anger clear in his voice. One hand was clenched against the door knob, the other in a fist.

"Six months ago I found out that my Fiance was cheating on me. He had stopped showing me affection and I couldn't understand why until then." She spoke softly, her voice was shaky. "I just missed the love and the feeling of being wanted. But Jungkook, you made me feel wanted." She slowly walked over to him looking up at him "You've given me everything he never could."

Jungkook scoffed, he looked everywhere in the room but her "So you're using me for your own selfish needs? Have you ever taken into consideration my feelings for you?" He looked down at her, anger and sadness in his eyes "Exactly how did you think I would react to this?" He didn't let her answer before walking out of the room, slamming the door in her face.

***

The following weeks were filled with hoodies and tears. Y/N couldn’t be bothered to dress herself properly nor did she care much. The man she thought she loved was cheating on her and the man she knows she loves can’t even look at her in math class. What did she expect? That Jungkook would magically understand and love her back without thinking twice? She groaned softly throwing her pillow at the wall as a hand pounded on her door. Slowly she rolled out of bed walking towards the door opening it roughly “What!” She yelled before coming face to face with her fiance. It was safe to say her jaw dropped. 

“Wow, you’ve really let yourself go.” He murmured softly pushing himself into her bedroom. Her eyes watched his face. “I mean are you serious Y/N, you put on some weight, you couldn’t even be bothered to do your hair nicely, I mean what have you been doing?” he questioned as his fingers tipped the pizza box left from nights ago. 

“What are you doing here?” She spoke softly once she finally found her voice, “What gives you the right?” She looked at him, her heart was pounding, never did she raise her voice at Johnny but him appearing out of nowhere rubbed her the wrong way. Why was he just staring at her. “I asked you a damn question!” she yelled slamming her hand on the table. Johnny stood up towering over her frame.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.” He spoke calmly. “I’m actually here to find out who you’ve been sleeping with.” He spoke as he walked towards her bed. “Trust me Y/N I have eyes everywhere don’t try to deny it.” He spoke as she stood stunned. 

“You have some fucking nerve coming here and asking me who I’ve been sleeping with.” She scoffed softly and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she watched him. “You cheated on me first.” She spoke as tears filled her eyes. Was she wrong for cheating? Yes. Did she love Johnny still? Maybe. Did he deserve to be cheated on? No. Did she Love Jungkook? Yes. “You let our love die.” 

Johnny let out a deep sigh before turning towards her. “Stupid girl, I provide for you! I’m the only reason you’re able to go to school here freely. You don’t get it, you have no money and no means to doing things on your own. So I suggest you watch your mouth.” Johnny took a deep breath before turning to the door. “It’s Over Y/N” He spoke the words clear as day and Y/N didn’t know whether to cry or feel relieved. 

“Wait-” She whispered softly. “Before you go, tell me, do you still love me” She whispered her voice was barely there as she let tears fall slipping his ring off her finger. “Please…” She begged. Through everything she didn’t want this to end because they cheated. She wanted it to end because they fell out of love. 

“Little Y/N… I stopped loving you a long time ago.” He said and took the ring from her hands, walking through the door as quickly as he came. Y/N slumped down her door and cried into her knees.  

***

Y/N stood up slowly after what felt like forever and decided Johnny couldn’t control her anymore. She made her way to the showers, she cleaned herself up and got dressed. Simple, Blue jeans and white button up which she’d later realise it wasn’t hers. She slipped on her sneakers and made her way towards Jungkook's frat. Her feet absentmindedly carried her there. A knock on the door and her roommate opened up. Mina’s eyes widened at the sight of Y/N out of the dorm. 

“Jungkook’s been a mess. I’d be careful the boys are upset.” Mina spoke to her softly letting her into the house. Y/N’s legs carried her all the way to his room where to her surprise Jungkook seemed worse off then she was not to long ago. 

“Jungkook. I hate…” She started causing the boy to look at her, the tears were evident in his eyes. “I hate how much I love you.” She whispered and sat at the edge of his bed. “I’m so so sorry. You don’t understand how sorry I am.” She looked at him, the boy did nothing but stare at her empty hands. 

“He dumped you… He’s probably on his way here right now to beat me up.” Jungkook spoke standing up from the bed and started towards the stairs. He looked back at her. “If he kills me, it's on your conscious.”

“Jungkook! It wasn’t like that! He left me for his side piece, How can I compete with someone who only loves him!” Y/N followed Jungkook out of the room and down the stairs feeling the argument bubbling in her head. 

“Are you kidding me, please don’t tell me I’m the other person you love! Because if you loved me you wouldn’t have done what you did!” Jungkook's voice rose and once again she was being towered over, but she didn’t feel small.

“I do love you!” She yelled at him. She watched his body spin around and press her between the hallway wall and him. Her eyes met his 

“This is where it started right? Where I first kissed you.” He whispered looking down as she slowly nodded. “I want my shirt back.” He spoke softly watching her eyes.

“Take it.” She whispered as his lips found hers, his hands wrapped around her hips picking her up walking back towards his room. All thoughts of their argument was gone, right now in this moment it was just her and Jungkook. Her fingers tangled into his messy black hair as he laid her down on the bed. His hands slid up her sides as he undid the buttons to the shirt she was wearing. “Jungkook…” His name fell from her lips as she pulled away from the kiss. “It was always you…” She whispered gently into his lips. 

***

The sun shone through the window as Y/N rubbed her eyes softly rolling to the other side only to be greeted with Jungkook's chest. She smiled softly and sat up slightly, her arms stretched above her as the strap from her shirt slid down slightly. Jungkook woke up to her movements and sat up slightly kissing her shoulder. His lips lingered there before she turned her head slightly to kiss his lips gently. “Good Morning…” She whispered softly before slipping out of the bed, her legs looked longer to Jungkook, everything about her looked even more beautiful now that she was his. She pulled on his shirt from the floor making her way to the bathroom. 

Y/N stepped out into the hallway quietly to avoid waking anyone else up. She walked up to the bathroom door when she heard noise coming down the hall. There stood one of the guys living in the house. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. Y/N stood there staring back at him confused. Has he never seen a girl before? His face turned bright red, averted his eyes down to his phone, and started typing. Y/N sighed softly and walked into the bathroom. 

Y/N washed her face and brushed her teeth. She sat in front of the mirror just looking at herself. She had the start of dark circles under her eyes and some acne on her cheek. Nothing a little makeup can’t fix. She turned to leave the bathroom when she heard a door slam “What the hell, Namjoon!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the hallway. Opening the door, she witnessed Jungkook throw a punch at the guy she assumes is Namjoon. The two begin throwing punches at each other and falling to the ground. The rest of the guys come out and pull the two away from each other, blood dripping from their faces. 

Y/N just stood there at a loss for words. “Jungkook…” She whispered softly looking up at him touching the small cut on his eyebrow from Namjoon’s ring. “C’mon.” She pulled him towards the bathroom to clean him up. The cloth pressed against his forehead as he hissed softly. “Sorry but if you keep getting yourself into fights I’ll have to bubble wrap you” She joked softly putting a bandaid on his forehead. “Why did you hit him?” She asked moving away from him. An audible sigh from Jungkook’s lips made her wonder. 

“It really was nothing baby.” He whispered softly fiddling with his fingers before getting up from the edge of the bathtub. “Let’s just get to class okay?” He smiled softly pressing a kiss to her temple, leaving her in the bathroom confused. Something was off. 

***

Campus was rowdy today, everyone hovered over their phones with groups of people, phones were ringing left and right about the girl in the video, questions were being asked about who the male in the video could be. “Jungkook why’s everyone staring at you?” Y/N questioned looking up at him as his hand wrapped around her waist. 

“Who knows babe? Maybe because I have you under my arm.” He smiled leaning down to kiss her making everyone who was staring advert their eyes back to the phone. Jungkook may have put a huge target on his back. 

                The two walked into the class they had together and took a seat in the middle of the class. People piled into the room, everyone glancing over at Y/N. Every so often Jungkook glaring at the guys who snickered at her. Class started but that didn't stop the people around them from whispering and pointing. Y/N shifted around in her seat she started to get anxious and couldn't focus well. 

               "Unless you all want to fail this class I suggest you put your phones away before I give you the exam now." The professor's voice filled the room. Most of the students put their phones away though some in the back continued using theirs. Y/N thank the professor quietly to herself feeling more at ease. Jungkook put his hand on hers lightly squeezing it. They both smiled softly at each other.

A few minutes later Jungkook leaned over whispering softly to her "I'm gonna go the bathroom real quick." He kissed her cheek and stepped out. A faint yet familiar voice came from one of the phones behind her. She furrowed her brows and turned slightly to listen in better. "You're so beautiful." She heard and it clicked immediately. That's Johnny's voice. She felt her stomach flip.

Jungkook's phone vibrated against the table catching Y/N’s attention. She saw a message from Namjoon and was intrigued. They obviously fought earlier because of something on the phone and everyone on campus was acting weird because of something on theirs. She grabbed his phone making sure the professor wasn't looking and began typing in possible passwords. She remembered back before she moved to the US, his password was her birthday. She typed in the date and smiled softly when the phone unlocked. 

The background of his phone was a picture he had taken of her when she wasn't looking at him. Why didn't he tell me he was taking a picture? She thought to herself, before opening the messages. She scrolled up to see a video had been sent. Y/N clicked on the video and immediately regretted it. The video showed a man's hand running a woman's bare body. A body all too familiar. A few minutes into it and the woman's identity was revealed. It was Y/N. It was her and Johnny's sex tape back when they were together.

                She placed Jungkook's phone down and ran out of the room with only her bag. She felt sick and angry and millions of other emotions. She needed to getaway. Y/N felt betrayed by everyone she knew. Tears streamed down her face as she ran off-campus.

***

               Jungkook got back to class and notice Y/N wasn't there. Her bag was gone but her notebook was still there. So he assumed she had also gone to the bathroom. He sat down and waited for her to get back. Minutes had gone by and she still wasn't back. The class had finally ended after what felt like an eternity and she was nowhere in sight. He started to worry and decided to call her. When he unlocked the phone, his messages with Namjoon was open. He knew Namjoon messaged him earlier but he didn't open it. He was still pissed about that morning. 

                             "Shit" he cursed under his breath. She saw the video. She must've. Now his main concern was where she was at. People are ruthless at this University and Y/N has been through enough as it is. He didn't even want to think about the perverted guys who would approach her. He groaned before grabbing her stuff and his and running out the class.

          He ran around campus looking for her. The cafeteria, where he only received weird looks from students. He ran around the courtyard. He checked her dorm, walking in on Mina and Yoongi nearly fucking. He rolled his eyes and avoided eye contact with either one of them "Mina, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked annoyed.

            "Pfft, as if I know. Shouldn't you know you are her boyfriend." She snickered while playing with Yoongi's hair.

          "Aren't you Y/N’s best friend? Shouldn't you be just as concerned about her whereabouts?" He retorted, even though Mina was Yoongi's fling at the moment, he absolutely couldn't stand her.

                    "Please, we're barely friends. Maybe you two should have thought about the consequences of making a sex tape. It was bound to get leaked." She chuckled softly before standing up "Then she wouldn't have to hide." 

         He clenched his hands and bit the inside of his cheek. He took a deep breath before smiling and looking over at Mina "Does he know?" Mina's smile dropped

         "Does he know what?" She retorted her arms crossed. She glared at the taller man in front of her. Yoongi sat up, looking at Mina.

        "That you were born a man." He said with a smirk before closing the door. He heard Mina scream through the walls as he walked down the corridor. 

“You’re going to get it, Jeon!” Mina’s voice ran down the hall as Jungkook flipped her off. Namjoon walking just as fast bumped shoulders with Jungkook. 

                The two stood there for a moment in silence. They couldn't bring themselves to look at each other. Jungkook shifted on his feet and sighed softly 

              “Namjoon, have you see Y/N?” Jungkook asked scratching the back of his head gently watching Joon’s face. “She saw the video.,” he whispered softly looking up at the older boy. “I don't know what to do. It's like something happens to her and when things seem to be okay, it's got all fucked again.” 

             The older boy sighed softly. "I know. This is pretty shitty. But right now all she needs is you. Just being there for her I'm sure she appreciates it a lot." Namjoon spoke softly. 

             "If only I could find her." Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. All of this chaos was giving him a migraine. He needed to find her but he couldn't think of anywhere she could be.

“Remember back when we were younger, you always spoke about how you were gonna make this mystery girl your girlfriend? You always said you were gonna ask her at this special place only you two knew about.” Namjoon looked at Jungkook with a small smile before patting his back softly, walking towards his girlfriend's dorm. 

"What?" He whispered, then it clicked. He smiled before turning and dashing down the hall and out of the dorms. He caught a cab and gave the location the driver.

                Jungkook paid the driver and stepped out the cab after an hour's drive. He took a deep breath of the salty beach air. Memories began flooding his mind as he stepped onto the sand. He wished things would go back to how they were back then. 

             Jungkook walked towards the rocks they used to play on when they were younger. Just his luck, he spotted her from afar on their rocks, he jogged the rest of the way to her and climbing up to sit next to her. "I've been worried. You just vanished during class. Are you okay?" He asked her even though he knew she wasn't.

“You lied to me. You told me that everything was fine when you saw that video of me, I’m officially the school slut and now everybody thinks it's you and this is all so stupid.” she sighed softly, letting a few tears fall. She quickly wiped them away and looked back up at the waves hitting the shore. "How did he even get that video?"

              "I don't know. Someone must've forwarded it to him." Jungkook shrugged softly, he also kept his gaze on the water. "And one thing for sure, you are not a slut. Don't even think that for a moment."  He wanted to comfort her. Hold her. Kiss her. But he knew she needed time to gain her trust back.

                 "That asshole lied to me as well." Y/N spoke almost involuntarily. Jungkook looked at her with a confused look. She mentally slapped herself for even saying anything. She sighed softly before speaking up. 

           "My fiance, at the time, promised he wouldn't share it with anyone. It was going to be just between the two of us." She shook her head laughing softly "I don't know why I even thought for a moment that he would keep that promise." 

           Though Jungkook really didn't want to hear anything that happened between the two of them, out of pure anger and jealousy, he let her speak. As long as it made her feel better.

           "You know, I thought him cheating on me and the whole bra thing was by far the worst things to happen to me, but this takes the cake." She brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in between them. Her soft crying turned into sobs. 

          Jungkook scooted closer to her and put his arms around her, holding her tight. Y/N threw her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. The two sat there like that for a while. Just being there with each other made them feel more at ease. 

         "I love you, Y/N. More than you'll ever know." He spoke softly in her ear ", and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you feel loved, protected, and wanted." He left small kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.

         Y/N smiled through the tears. She could never understand why he was so kind to her after everything that happened between them. She pulled back softly to look at him. She could see the love in his eyes. "I love you too, Jungkook."  She cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

         He kissed back and pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed against each other. They stayed like this for a while. And at that moment they both knew that everything was going to be okay for them.   

***

Johnny’s Hotel Room 

Claire had clearly made herself comfortable in the lavish hotel room Johnny had got them. Little did she know the point of Johnny coming on this trip was to get Y/N back not spend time with her. Johnny’s mind was somewhere else as he stared out the window as rain hit it. Claire huffed softly. “Johnny c’mon you’ve got to talk to me..” She whispered sitting behind him resting her chin on his shoulder. He brushed her off slightly causing her to pout. “Johnny c’mon the silent treatment isn’t nice, you’ve barely spent any time with me on this trip.” She whined softly tugging at his arm. 

“God Y/N not everything is about you.” He quickly stood up not bothering to fix his mistake. His fingers ran through his hair before he looked down at her. “Shit, I’m sorry Bunny I didn’t mean to.” He held her hands in his. “Forgive me.” 

“You still love her don’t you.” She pushed her bottom lip out, standing up to turn away from him. “If you love her so much you have time to go get her.” Her arms crossed in front of her chest her reflection shown in the window as he came up behind her, his lips brushing against her shoulder. 

“You should know by now, I only love you.” His lips barely brushed her neck. “You should go get some rest, I have work to do Princess.” He kissed her temple softly patting her bum as she walked off to their shared bedroom. 

Johnny sighed heavy slumping down into the chair opening his laptop to actually get some work done. He was opening some emails when he received a new one from Yoongi. What could it be now? Yoongi had been doing Johnny’s dirty work for some time now but there was nothing new he’d asked him to do. 

‘Hey Boss, I got your message and leaked the video, it’s all over the school, never thought you’d sink this low but hey if it gets the job done.

-Min Yoongi 

He clicked on the video linked in the previous email thread he apparently had sent and his eyes went wide. She would never take him back if that video got out. He silently panicked as he thought about what to do. He knew for sure this was not going to look good when he got back to the States. He pushed himself off the chair and walked into their shared room. 

“Hey Princess, Is there something you wanted to tell me?” He asked her as she scrolled through her phone. Her eyes gazed up at him as she shook her head. “Now don’t lie to me princess, you know I don’t like liars.” 

“You found the Email didn’t you?” she questioned sitting up on her knees towards him. “Johnny baby…” She grabbed his hands gently, “She would never have let us be together don’t you see how I’ve helped us?” The girls blue eyes poured into his as he shook his head. “You really think I don’t know you came back here for her?” She cocked her head to the side smiling softly. “Johnny, we wouldn’t want to make my father… or your father upset now would we?” She questioned unbuttoning the tops of his shirt. Johnny gripped her wrists pushing her back towards the bed. 

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” He spoke softly. “After all the money my family has given to yours, you still want everything for yourself? I can’t believe you’re that entitled.” He said before walking out of their shared hotel room. 

He didn’t know why his legs carried him there but before he knew it he was standing in front of Yoongi’s frat house knocking on the door in the hopes that Y/N would be the one to open it. Clearly nothing was going right for him and he let out a groan as Jungkook opened the door with a smile on his face that soon disappeared. 

               Johnny frowned already knowing exactly the guy standing in front of him. He kept his cool though. He came to talk with Y/N and that's it. "Is Y/N here?" He asked monotone. He tried looking over Jungkook's shoulder.

              "Tch, the hell you want to know," Jungkook said more as a statement rather than a question. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. Jungkook crossed his arms and glared back at the man in front of him. 

                         "Look I don't want any trouble, just let me speak to her and we'll leave you boys be." Johnny put his hands up in defense. 

           "We?" Jungkook asked with a brow raised. "No one's leaving this house but you. So get lost dude." He glared at Johnny, there was no one who could take Y/N from him, especially this asshole. 

“C’mon Jungkook, you really think that she’s going to stick around, She’s mine, she’ll always be mine.” Johnny leaned close to whisper the last part and smiled softly before standing up straight. “Now can I see her?” a smirk formed on his lips when he saw the younger boy become insecure with himself. 

Y/N made her way downstairs fresh out of the shower, her wet hair stuck to the back of her neck as she walked to the front of the house peeking outside. “Shit.” She muttered to herself before opening the front door. “What's going on out here?” she questioned softly before leaning into Jungkook gently. “Johnny, Why are you here?” She was asking so many questions at this moment, she just needed and wanted answers. 

“Y/N lets go home..” Johnny reached his hand towards her as she hid slightly behind Jungkook. Y/N had never been scared of Johnny, but some point along the way she realized how scary Johnny could be. “You know I’d never hurt you..” He spoke moving closer to her causing Jungkook to move back, Y/N moving with him. 

“I am home..” She whispered softly, her eyes pouring into his. “I’ve been home for a while now, I think you should go.” She spoke her hand resting on Jungkook’s side. “I mean it, go.” 

          “You really think I came all this way just to leave alone?” Johnny growled staring down at his fiance. He reached out to grab her only to be pushed back by Jungkook. 

“She doesn’t want you, stop forcing her to go with you. She’s her own person.” Jungkook pushed Y/N back towards the door. “Go inside.” He whispered to her before his fist collided with Johnny’s eye socket. Y/N lunged in between them in a quick attempt to break up the fight before Johnny shoved her into the door. 

“Shit- Y/N… I’m sorry.” He tried to reach for her only for Jungkook to tackle him his fist colliding with his face over and over again. The two rolled around the front yard, throwing punches at each other.

“Don’t… touch… her…” Jungkook said between blows causing Johnny to cough up blood spitting to the side of him. Y/N watched in silence disoriented from being pushed. She groaned as she tried to speak out to them.

“C’mon Jungkook, I’ve been in fights worse.” Johnny was taunting him, trying to get a rise out of the younger boy. It was the only way for Y/N to see who Jungkook really was. The blows to his face were getting to hard to look at before she yelled out. 

“Jungkook Stop!” She moved towards the two slightly swaying to the side. “I think he gets it.” Jungkook’s eyes met hers as she held her hand out for him. “He’s had enough Jungkook…” she whispered softly as Johnny wobbly stood up and stumbled away. 

               “I’ll be back for you Y/N, you know I won’t leave without you.” He called as he spit blood to the side. “Damn it.” He groaned rubbing his face gently. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispered feeling her head for a bump she winced at his touch. "Sorry." He spoke softly before moving his hands to cup her face. He leaned down placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“I'll be fine, Jeon.” She chuckled softly. “But we should get inside and clean the blood off your face.” She smiled softly pulling his arm over her shoulder holding him tight. The two walked into the house where the other guys stood in the living space staring at them. 

               "What the hell happened? We heard something out front." Namjoon exclaimed. The other boys nod in agreement. Y/N sighed softly shaking her head softly.

               "Jungkook here decided to get into a fight with my ex fiance." She turned her gaze to Jungkook with an eyebrow raised. Jungkook sheepishly smiled rubbing the back of his neck. "Now if you'll excuse us, were going to get cleaned up." Y/N steered them to the stairs to get to the bathroom.

             Oohs and Ahs were heard from the other guys as the two walked up the stairs. Jungkook chuckled and Y/N rolled her eyes. Once they got upstairs they got into the bathroom. They showered helping clean each others body. 

            When they were done, they got dressed and climbed into bed. Jungkook held her softly and soon fell asleep. Y/N couldn't get Johnny's words out of her head, it made her feel uneasy. She softly pulled herself from Jungkook's grip and dressed herself before leaving the room. 

           As she walked through the house she bumped into Namjoon. He frowned "Where are you going? Does Jungkook know you left?" She shook head softly 

         "If he wakes up and asks, just tell him I went back to my dorm. Please?" She looked up at him. He looked down at her nervously. She groaned in frustration "You owe me!" She whispered screamed. He didn't understand for a moment but soon understood.

          "Look I didn't ask for the video someone just sent it to me. I didn't even watch that much of it." He spoke quickly. Y/N glared at him ready to punch him. Namjoon quickly put his hands up in defense "Okay! Okay! I'll let him know." He sighed softly as Y/N walked passed him and out of the house.

          "Here goes nothing." She whispered to herself. Y/N pulled out her phone and text Johnny. 

What hotel are you staying at?

Johnny quickly answered and Y/N made her way to the location.

***

       Y/N walked slowly down the street towards the hotel Johnny was staying at. She was trying to tell herself to turn back but she couldn't. She needed to end this once and for all. Johnny needed to understand she didn't love him anymore. She groaned in frustration "I shouldn't even have to do this." She whispered to herself.

        She soon found herself in front of the hotel. She stood there for a moment looking at the skyrise in awe. He sure loves living lavishly. She thought to herself before entering the hotel. She looked back at the messages to check for the room number. 

         Y/N entered the elevator pushed the floor he was staying on. She stepped out when it arrived and walked down the narrow hallway. She looked left and right until she saw his door. Y/N hesitated at first but lifted her hand and knocked on the door. The door immediately opened to Johnny. His face was bruised from the fight earlier. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from smiling. 

        "Were you standing at the door?" She asked frowning slightly. He rolled his eyes before moving to the side allowing her to go in. She walked in slowly looking at her surroundings. Everything in this room was so expensive looking. It reminded her of when they were together. She hated it.

       "I knew you'd come back to me, my love." Johnny spoke seductively and brought his hands to her waist. He leaned down bringing his lips to Y/N's neck, sucking softly. Y/N wiggled violently out of his grip shoving him away. She brought her hand to her neck, wiping any trace of him off her.

       "What the hell is wrong with you, Johnny. I didn't come here to mess around. I came because we need to make something straight." She spoke seriously. She breathed out heavily before sitting down at the small dining area in the room. "Can you please sit?" She gestured at the chair across from him.

          "What's wrong with me? What about you? You left me so you could come and screw around with some street rat." Johnny took the seat and leaned forward reaching for her hands "C'mon baby, you know he can't provide for you like I can. I promise I'll give you everything you want. Just come back to the States with me." He spoke softly.

        She moved her hands to her lap and stared at him in disbelief. "You truly believe I want to go with you? Johnny, do you really think anything between us could be fixed?" She scoffed. He frowned and sat back in his seat. 

         "You know I never wanted anything but your love, Johnny. You didn't see that though. I didn't love your money. I loved you." She looked down to stop herself from crying. Memories flooded her mind. She took a deep breath before looking up back at him. She frowned at the smirk that was plastered on his face. 

         "And you think he'd ever love you? The only person who’s ever truly loved you was your father, and we both know what happened to him. He got himself killed and left you behind with your shitty foster parents. Who took you in then? Because it wasn’t Jungkook.” 

                Johnny's words felt a punch in the face. She couldn't catch her breath as tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to run away but also jump over the table and choke him out. Her hands were shaking in her lap and she couldn't stop them. She opened her mouth to speak when footsteps caught her attention.

        A tall and slim woman walked into the dining area with a robe hanging off her shoulders and a small dress wrapped tightly around her figure. Her eyes were on Johnny. Nothing but pure anger in them. Y/N was too dismayed by Johnny's words to realize this was the woman he cheated on her with long ago. 

        "Wow Johnny, I didn't realize how much of a dipshit you were until now. How can someone who's in love with such a beautiful woman," she raised her hand towards Y/N "say such a thing?" Claire exclaimed in disbelief. She held up her phone with a recording. She pressed play and Johnny's words filled the room once again.

        "Bunny, please don't do this. I was just angry I didn't mean it. You know that right, Y/N?" He asked, never taking his eyes off of Claire. Y/N looked at him in disgust. Claire giggled softly.

       "Don't call me that. I don't like how it sounds coming from your filthy mouth. Now, get out!" She brought her finger close to the send button. 

      "Okay okay! I'm going. Just don't send it." Johnny watched her as he walked to the bedroom quickly grabbing his stuff and pretty much running back out "I'm leaving, Claire. Think about this okay?" He spoke as he backed up to the front door. She wiggled her fingers as he stepped out of the room, shutting the door.

         Claire breathed out in relief and put the phone down on the table. She looked over at Y/N with sad eyes "You okay?" She knew Y/N should hate her for stealing Johnny from her years ago. She braced herself for the worst.

        Y/N burst out in tears, she began hyperventilating. Her sobs slowly turned into laughs. Claire looked down at her in confusion. "I'm finally free. You literally saved me." She smiled through tears. "I can't thank you enough." She stood up and hugged the taller woman. 

        Claire hesitantly hugged her back. She smiled softly "It was bound to happen. He would crack and expose his true self. This is gonna be one of my favorites to read about." Claire spoke with a smile on her face.

        Y/N pulled away softly and wiped her eyes. "You really scared him. I've never seen him so obedient to anyone other than his father." She turned to grab her stuff "But I guess it's a good thing you didn't send it. That would truly destroy their company." She spoke softly.

         "Girl, I sent it the second I finished recording. It was all an act to get him out. He will get the full experience of what it's like to be hated. And it's well deserved." She grabbed her phone and showed the emails to Y/N. Many of the emails were thanking Claire for her help. 

         "Well what's done is done." Y/N shrugged and looked up at Claire. She wanted to hate her but after what she did for her, she couldn't bring herself to. She held out a hand "No hard feelings?" 

         Claire took Y/N hand in hers and shook softly "No hard feelings." She smiled softly before pulling away and sitting on the luxurious couch in the living room. She stretched out across it feeling accomplished.

         "You staying in Korea?" Y/N asked curiously. The only reason she was there was because of Johnny and he was gone, so what she was going to do was beyond Y/N's thoughts. Claire thought for a moment

         "I might for a little while longer. Then go to Italy or France. That idiot gave me almost one million in cash." She giggled and played with her hair. She looked at Y/N "I hope everything works out with you and this Jungkook." 

        "Thank you. And I hope your traveling is extravagant." She waved at Claire before leaving the hotel. She breathed in the cool night air and smiled. A whole weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she finally felt free. She was free to love and be happy with whomever she chose. Jungkook was the first name to pop into her mind. She squealed in happiness and ran back to the frat house. Johnny lunged for the phone but Claire stepped back quickly "You dare come near me and I will send this to every gossip website out to destroy you." She spoke calmly. Y/N watched with widened eyes. "Now, you're going to grab your stuff and leave this hotel. Go back to the States alone and no one will ever know of this. Okay?" Claire said with a cheeky grin.

***

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Champagne Popsicle | KTH | Bottoms Up

You’re not a fan of social gatherings, especially not the ones where you have to show up in a stupid dress that you didn’t pick while it’s a 100 degrees outside. However, a handsome stranger with a popsicle that matches his pink hair might be able to turn your frown upside down.

›› Bottoms Up Masterlist ›› Genre: Smut / Fluff ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content) ›› Pairing: KTH x Reader ›› Word Count: 10.1k Warnings Include: Alcohol, fingering, handjob, cunnilingus, blowjob, mouth fucking, food play, ruined orgasm, multiple orgasms, slight dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught.

A soft breeze catches your hair and you’re forever grateful for it. The magenta dress you’re wearing sticks to your skin in the heat and cooling down seems almost impossible in the middle of the summer. The wedding below you is bustling, your friend dancing in her ivory dress with her husband. You’ve escaped to a higher floor — social gatherings aren’t your thing and neither is the hundred degree weather. This is way past your comfort zone.

You toe off your heels, stepping down onto the tile floor in the hope to cool down a bit. Your friend Sooji really had to put you in a skin-tight silk dress of one of the most hideous colours. The pink doesn’t suit you and it’s painfully obvious.

“I see I wasn’t the only person who decided to escape?” A voice sounds from behind you and when you whirl around you find the groom’s friend with the pink hair. The one Sooji definitely mentioned in regard to not wanting him at her wedding because he’s too wild.

His suit jacket has been discarded, the first few buttons open. The slight sheen of his skin makes it apparent that he is just as hot as you are. However, unlike you he has a refreshment. The popsicle in his hand is filled with fruits and your mouth waters at the sight. He catches you gawking and holds the treat out to you.

“Want a bite?” He smiles and it contrasts with his demeanour.

You remember how he had caught your eyes during the ceremony. He’s handsome, full lips with eyes that hold something you can’t quite define — intimidating is a word that rises to the surface. Yet, right now with his hair mussed up and smiling like that, he looks much more friendly.

“Uh…sure.”

He chuckles, stepping up beside you and handing it over to you. It’s cold against your lips, but you’re not prepared for the taste. You frown as you bite into it, ice cold and sickly sweet almost.

“Not good?” he asks.

You shake your head with a hand covering your mouth as it melts on your tongue. It’s odd but not in a bad way, and he laughs at the sight of you holding the way too big bite of fruit and ice in your mouth. “Hmm, what is this made with?”

“Champagne.”

True to your character, you almost choke on a large piece of peach, completely embarrassing yourself. “They’re made with champagne?”

He nods, taking the popsicle back. “Good, isn’t it?” He pops it back into his mouth and you catch yourself staring for a few seconds too long at the way his lips pucker. You avert your attention back to the people downstairs who are mingling and dancing. The heat doesn’t seem to bother them as much as it does you.

“So, what’s your excuse for escaping?” he muses, leaning on the balustrade beside you. The wind catches his pink hair, revealing the dark set of his brows.

You huff, the slight cool-down from the ice already subsiding and the warmth seeping back into your skin. “Too hot.”

“Too many people?”

“That too…”

A silence falls over the two of you — his mere presence alleviating your bad mood a little. He starts humming along to the music, a low and pleasant sound. You try to think of his name; you’re positive Sooji mentioned it to you when she was freaking out over him coming to her wedding. Like this, he doesn’t seem wild, but the feeling you’d gotten from him might be a hint at what she knows that you obviously do not. You’re pretty sure she referred to him as the blue-haired demon before. Though, right now it would be pink-haired.

His mouth is busy with the fruit, the red of the berries tainting his lips red just the slightest. It doesn’t make him look any less handsome — on the contrary, your mind easily drifts to the thought of kissing him. God, the heat must really be getting to you.

“Say,” you trail. “I can’t remember your name for the life of me.”

He chuckles again, something that comes from deep within his chest. “I’m hurt, I surely remember yours. How could I not? You looked stunning in that dress.” The fact that he has you blushing so easily without even looking at you — you need to get a grip.

You shake the feeling. “Thanks, but I’m entirely certain this dress is the ugliest thing I have ever worn. I mean,” you shiver your hands into the pockets, “it has pockets, which is a crime on it’s own for a dress this tight.”

The sight of you angrily stuffing your hands into the fabric sends him into a fit of laughter, almost dropping his popsicle in the process. “I mean, yeah this one’s pretty hideous. I’m sorry to say but pink is not your colour.” He takes the last bite off the stick. “I mean the summer dress you arrived in this morning. That one was gorgeous.”

Truly, he must be joking. This morning you ‘d been royally late to the venue and Sooji was ready to just kick you out of the wedding. Your hair had been barely combed, pulled up in a useless piece of a bun as you had dragged the dress from the previous night off the chair and slipped it on without much thought. A light piece of white fabric that hung off one shoulder. “I — Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Y/N.” He emphasises your name and the way it rolls off his tongue holds implications you must be imagining.

You smile at him. “So, are you going to tell me your name?”

He takes a step closer to you, brushing his pink hair out of his face. “On one condition,” he says lowly with the slight raise of a brow. “Dance with me?”

“I —“ You damn your cheeks for being able to turn more red even in this heat. It must certainly be matching the colour of your dress by now. “Dance with you?” The second the words leave your mouth you regret them. It doesn’t at all sound like what you’d intended.

It doesn’t seem to faze him, he merely chuckles. “I mean, you don’t have to. But it’s a wedding and it’d be a shame if you’re going to be up here moping the entire time when there’s free food and drinks downstairs.” He has a point, and you’d take him upon his offer if it wasn’t for the sun beaming down your back. You might actually get sunburnt at this rate. “You know what,” he starts to walk away, “it’s your loss. I know where they’re hiding the popsicles.”

Now that is a good tradeoff. “Fine, you got me.”

He stops, looking at you over his shoulder with a wide smile. “Follow me, my lady.” Politely, he holds out his hand for you and you take it with a slight shake of your head. The skin of his hand is soft, surprisingly so. It completely envelops yours and the metal of the rings he wears contrast against the warmth of his palm.

You shouldn’t be this frazzled by holding a near stranger’s hand, yet he has an effect on you that you can’t explain. It’s as if you’ve met him before, like there’s history — a strange feeling settles in your chest as you look at him.

He is exuberant, laughing as you stumble down the stairs on bare feet. When you stop him to put your shoes back on he grabs them from you. “You don’t need those, the grass is much cooler.” Your shoes get hooked onto the umbrella stand as he drags you outside.

The grass is cool against your feet and you sigh at the feeling. There’s people around you, though not many are dancing to the soft music that is now playing. The man holding your hand however, doesn’t seem to have a care in the word as he twirls you around and catches you gently against his chest. You laugh, freely, and it feels so good.

His hands settle on your waist, warm, guiding, and you dance in close proximity with him — it’s cheesy but it almost feels like a movie. He’s even more gorgeous up close, thick eyelashes framing his eyes that light up when he smiles. The way he laughs when he dances with you is child-like and you wish you could be like that some more. He seems enamoured with the moment, purposely living the fairytale feeling almost.

“Say,” you hum, placing your hands on his shoulders. “How did you manage to get Sooji to agree to let you into the wedding after all?”

“Jin wasn’t joking when he said she didn’t want me here?”

Maybe it was a mistake to tell him this, but you doubt he’d actually be hurt by the notion. “Well, I don’t know your name, but I know of you. Sooji refers to you in many ways but that blue-haired demon was definitely one of her favourites.”

He laughs, throwing his head back at your words. The line of his jaw is sharp like this and he lowers his head again to look at you with a joking raise of his eyebrows, only to ask; “What do you think, am I a demon?”

The way he speaks, there’s a slight drop in his timbre. The lop-sided smile that lingers has you entranced. If he is a demon, he’s most certainly one in disguise. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen enough of you. I mean, I still don’t know your name.”

He grins and you swear you can feel it in your chest. “It’s Taehyung.” When he twirls you around you bump back into him, feeling his warmth. He is firm beneath your touch as your hands land on his chest.

“Well Taehyung,” you trail, looking at him grin. “How’d you manage to get into the wedding?”

He flicks his hair out of his face, a simple gesture. “Easy. Sooji made a comment about my blue hair clashing with the theme of her wedding. So I stole Jungkook’s tie and asked my hair dresser to match it. Blue looked better, but I don’t hate the pink.”

You snort, what an odd thing to do. It’s not something you would ever do but you can’t say that the colour doesn’t look nice on him. Blue however, that’s something you’d want to see. With his features you’re leaning towards taking his word for it, especially since pink already looks this good.

“What?” he asks.

“I mean, that’s certainly chaotic.”

Taehyung laughs and the sound makes your stomach tingle. The heat is long forgotten as you watch him dance with you. He’s tall and you spot a small mole on the tip of his nose. “Not demonic?”

You shake your head, playing with the collar of his shirt. “I wouldn’t say so, no.”

“Well,” he starts, grabbing your hand and turning you so your back is against his chest. His voice vibrates as he whispers in your ear. “How’s sneaking into the kitchen for some champagne-laced popsicles?”

“Sounds more like it.”

Taehyung’s hands are on your hips, holding you firmly against him. Every breath he takes pushes against you and you’re fearful he can notice your increasing nerves. It’s the first time a guy has gotten under you skin like this by merely…being. You shouldn’t be this affected.

Your breath hitches at his next utterance of words.

“There,” he points towards the entrance. “If you go through the double doors, straight past the lobby and third door on the left. Wait for me by the bathroom.” You can feel him look at you over your shoulder. “Go,” he ushers, pushing you forward.

You look back at him. He smiles and winks and you swear that for a second he looks younger. A true enigma.

Inside you grab your shoes from the stand, slipping them back on and wobbling to get your footing. High heels are not your favourite, but at least you’re aware that they make this hideous dress look a little better. The fact that Taehyung chose to approach you regardless of the ugly garment is luck on its own. You should thank your alarm clock for making you oversleep.

It’s not hard to find the bathrooms, you’re surprised that there’s nobody here right now. This back hallway is empty and you lean against the wall, waiting for him. Why didn’t he just follow you?

“There you are!” Sooji’s voice sounds from your left. She’s waddling over to you with the skirt of her dress gathered in her hands. “What are you doing?”

You look around, you could just lie right? You doubt you’re doing anything wrong by standing here. “I’m taking a breather, it’s hot outside.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know, you’ve complained about that enough. I mean what are you doing with Taehyung?”

“What?”

“You know, pink hair, the guy I’ve repeatedly told you to stay away from?” She ushers her words with haphazard gestures. “Do I need to tell you again?”

You frown at her. “Okay Sooji, sweetheart, it’s your wedding. You shouldn’t be worrying about me. Just have fun with Seokjin, that’s what today is about.” You do not understand why she’s so worried about you on her day. She doesn’t show this much concern for your hook-ups normally. Taehyung isn’t even that — he must’ve done something serious to piss her off this much.

She shakes her head at you, sighing deeply. “Do you really not remember what happened last time?”

What is she on about? Last time, what last time? You’re entirely sure you’ve never run into Taehyung before and he’s not someone you think you’d just forget. “I — Sooji listen, Taehyung’s just being nice and frankly,” you pause to take a deep breath, “if I want to flirt with him that is my decision.”

Sooji brushes stray strands of hair out of her face. “Y/N, listen. I’m going to take your word for it but…do you remember when you got really drunk at my engagement party?”

Oh do you remember. Or well, not remember is maybe a better way to say it. But you surely remember the raging headache you woke up with the next day, and the gap that is still left in your memory. It’s the one time you go so drunk that you just blanked out. None of it came back and — oh.

“Do you remember now?” she asks.

“No…” you trail off. Truly, you’re trying to but you cannot recall anything aside from the horrid taste of tequila.

“You don’t remember making out with a certain blue-haired person? In my bathroom, may I add.”

If there was one thing that could make you choke on air, that is it. “Excuse me?” Taehyung…and you…what? There’s no way. You’d remember that for sure — he doesn’t look like someone who’d let you forget.

Sooji sighs. “I’m not going to paint the picture for you, but let’s just say you were very drunk and swallowing him whole in my bathroom. I stopped him right before he could fuck you over the sink.”

Your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen in shock. “I — Please tell me you’re kidding?”

“No, I wish I was. I can’t believe he’d—“

“Wait,” you stop her. “You thought he was taking advantage of me?”

“You were drunk!”

“Both of us?”

“Yes!”

It’s not that you don’t get where she’s coming from. If you’d found her with a random guy while she was drunk you wouldn’t have just let him do that. The difference is that she knows Taehyung, he’s a close friend of her now-husband and you just don’t believe he was going to do something like that to you. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be anything but kind and the picture she’s painting seems a bit warped. You are her friend after all. Though, if Taehyung was as drunk as you were then you don’t see the need for her to act like this.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Why did you never just tell me this?”

Sooji smooths down the material of her dress. “I thought you were lying when you said you didn’t remember, that you might’ve been ashamed or something.”

You try to weigh your words properly. “I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me, but I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. If me and Taehyung were both drunk then I get why you broke us up but you have no reason to treat him like a villain because of it. That said, we can have this conversation any other day that’s not your wedding. Until then I just want you to enjoy yourself and stop worrying about me.”

Sooji purses her lips, probably realising that you’re right. You doubt she wants to have this conversation today, the fact that she’s looking out for you on her own wedding says a lot about her as a friend. She has always been a great friend, and she has stopped you from making bad decisions. However, today is not the day, and this decision isn’t that bad. You hope she knows this.

Taehyung…you wonder if this is why he is flirting with you, if you even took it the right way. He probably remembers kissing you, nearly bending you over your friend’s sink — you blush at the thought. Simply looking at him has made your skin heat up, the heft of his gaze simply palpable. Yet, imagining kissing him seems foreign, out of your reach.

This is why you’re not surprised that you can feel him before you hear him as he walks up behind you. An undeniable presence. “Is everything okay?” Taehyung asks.

You look up at him and you can swear the corners of his mouth twitch when your eyes meet. “Yeah, Sooji just needed help with her dress.”

Taehyung puts a hand on your waist, pulling you a little more into his side as he looks at Sooji. Her eyes fall to where he touches you, something he’s doing so comfortably even you struggle to not let it faze you. His touch is like a constant static noise in your periphery as Sooji and him share looks. “Are you okay now Sooji? Jin is looking for you, he misses his wife.” Taehyung chuckles as he speaks and you note that he does this a lot. It’s as if he’s unaware of Sooji’s grudge. That, or he knows and doesn’t care — you hope he doesn’t.

Sooji’s face does perk up at the mention of her husband, and she gathers her dress in her hands again. “I should get going then, wife duty calls!”

Uncertainty floods your veins as soon as she leaves, giving Taehyung one last look over her shoulders. The way his fingers tighten around your hip is enough to tell you that he does remember. Even if that hadn’t been so, the way he leans down to whisper in your ear again speaks volumes.

“I got the key to the kitchen.” Taehyung’s voice is rough and you can feel it.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, aware of the proximity of his mouth. “Is lock-picking not part of your demonic abilities?”

He dangles the keys in front of your face. “Pickpocketing is.”

A gasps leaves your lips and you whirl around to face him. Something about it makes him laugh. “You what?!”

“I’m kidding,” he says, lowering his face to yours. A shiver runs up your spine despite the heat. Like his closeness, his gaze is heavy. You still can’t describe the air that rolls off him, but you’re entranced to say the least. “Though, persuasion might be in my skillset.”

Who would’ve thought? You seem at his mercy, even if you’ve barely touched him The thought of having kissing him — of kissing him now — remains at the forefront of your mind. Especially with his face so close to yours.

Taehyung’s lips are full, they look soft, and there’s a small mole dotted on the bottom one. It’s barely there but you can see it and — you’re staring.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, lips pulling up in a lopsided smile. “Cat got your tongue?” He totally caught you.

“I — I,” you stammer.

It doesn’t help when he reaches for you, hand smoothing down your back to press you that much closer. You’re almost certain he’s going to kiss you, his intentions are clear from the way his gaze settles on your mouth. Yet, he stops mere inches from your lips. “Lets go get those popsicles, hmm?”

There’s no way he’s not playing with you, but you don’t know if he’s aware that you don’t remember him. Without a doubt you should tell him. If you really had a full on make-out session with him in Sooji’s bathroom that was borderline drunk-fucking, you should talk to him about it. The only thing that’s stopping you is the possibility of scaring him off. You want to remember. You want him to — you’re not sure what, but when he grabs your hand again and pulls you along you know that you want him.

His behaviour makes all the more sense knowing that you’ve had a previous interaction. How comfortable he is around you, reading between the lines now shows his flirting. It’s not obvious, because you’re already well past the initial flirting stage. No, he’s just being playful, and you want him to kiss you again. You want him to make you remember.

As much as you try to crunch your mind while he guides you into the kitchen, you can’t pull up the image from that night. The one thing that pops up is his blue hair, a bright azure hue framing dark eyebrows and playful eyes. The same eyes that spark now as he opens the door of the freezer and reveals to you what seems to be an abundance of popsicles.

He stands there, arm resting on the door, white shirt tucked into his black suit paints to frame narrow hips. The light frames him and you can just see the soft dip of his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned. “Come on,” he ushers with a smile. “Grab one.”

You shake yourself, reminded that you keep ogling him and it’s rude, even if he doesn’t seem to mind. The popsicle is cold in your hand, but the first bite is so soothing. You can taste the faint leftover fizz from the champagne, and the peaches and strawberries mix so well — they’re good. Taehyung grabs his own, closing the freezer and leaning against it as you haul yourself up on one of the tables.

The popsicle is cold and it takes only a few seconds for it to start melting over your hand. You find yourself licking the drip of champagne off your finger and the second you do you meet eyes with him. The change in his eyes is so visible a shiver runs up your spine. Your stomach lurches and you almost choke on a piece of apricot.

“Hey, hey,” he laughs. “Easy there. There’s plenty left over. Jin said that it’s too hot to put them outside so they’re waiting till later.”

You nod, treat between your lips, enjoying every bit of it as he eats his own. The silence that falls for a moment is not uncomfortable but it’s full. Full with the presence of him, and the history between you. Watching his lips move over the popsicle definitely isn’t helping.

Call you biased, but Taehyung might honestly be one of the most handsome men you’ve ever met. His features are so alluring, almost too perfect and you want to trace them.

“You’re so strangely silent.”

You blind at him, lips parted and popsicle by now long finished. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe I’m just weird but, I constantly feel like you’re going to say something and then you don’t. This kitchen is a judgment free zone. You can say whatever you want, do whatever you want.” When he turns away and opens the freezer again you sigh deeply. He grabs another popsicle for you, this one has more berries than peaches and you can’t help but realise that the hues match his hair. Especially when he gets close enough for you to see them side by side.

Your hand brushes his as you take it from him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he remains close to you, searching your eyes as the popsicle threatens to melt in your hands. From here, you spot the other moles on his face. One below his bottom lip, and another hidden in his lashline. Sitting on the table, his face is level with yours and you almost hold your breath.

“You don’t remember, do you?” he whispers.

The sinking of your heart hits hard, your hand trembling against his as you let out that breath you might’ve been holding. “Sooji told me.”

Out of all things, you do not expect him to laugh as a reaction to that. Yet, he doubles over, chest vibrating with laughter only to look at you with bright eyes. “You were really drunk.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean!” you squeal, pulling the stick from his grip. “You were drunk too!”

He shrugs. “True, but I remember everything. Did you actually black out?”

You puff out your cheeks in displeasure. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh, it’s a little funny. I can’t believe this. I thought you were playing with me, Seokjin told me you were so ashamed you were pretending to not remember. I didn’t think you actually didn’t. Oh my God.” Taehyung wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and you give him a shove with your foot in annoyance.

“Stop! Sooji legit thought I was pretending! I don’t remember, I don’t even know how that’s possible!”

He comes up, grabbing his popsicle from where he’d discarded it on the table beside you. “Well, let’s start over then.” He extends his hand to you. “Kim Taehyung, theatre major.”

You scowl as his hand, chewing a berry in annoyance. “Y/N, fool.”

“God,” he exclaims. “You really are cute.” Taehyung reaches for you again, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I can’t believe you don’t remember that you cited an entire scene from Hamlet to me back on the balcony at Jin’s place.”

“What?” You suckle on the popsicle as you think. There was more than you just making out?” “I thought that we…you know?”

“I suspected that Sooji would only tell you the nasty details. To be fair I’m not entirely proud of almost fucking you like that. Though, in my defense, were both drunk and I did have condoms.”

“Taehyung!” You push at his chest.

He shakes his head. “Anyway, we didn’t just haphazardly start making out like two horny teenagers. We hit on from the moment we got talking, or at least that’s how I felt. I know you don’t remember but, we spent the entire evening talking outside and I was so enamoured with you that I kissed you. Three tequila shots and some other nasty liquor later and we found ourselves in the bathroom.”

You stare at him, frowning with your mouth half open. On the edge of your memory you can feel him, a faint sense of familiarity. It’s the longing in your chest that you couldn’t place. The weight of his gaze as it fell on you time and time again. It has a purpose, as if your body remembered him but your mind didn’t.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt out.

Taehyung smiles. “Don’t be sorry, happens to the best of us. I mean, I can’t believe you forgot about me, but no hard feelings. I just hope I can get another chance.”

He is too nice. That he sought you out after a forgotten make-out session in your friends’ bathroom was strange enough. Yet, if it is true that you had such a nice encounter before that, maybe it does make sense. He looks at you with questioning eyes, continuing to much on whatever fruit he last pulled from the popsicle. The pit of your stomach is lifted a little, and when your eyes land on his mouth again you know you want to kiss him. You want to relive him for the first time.

Taehyung reaches for the third batch of popsicles and you find the alcohol simmering in your blood just a little. His gesture is cheeky, as he holds it out of your reach and asks for you to close your eyes. You have other ideas.

It takes a hard tug on the fabric of his shirt to get him standing between your legs, almost nose-to-nose.

“Can I help you?” Taehyung muses. His breath smells of champagne and peaches and you want a taste of it.

“Kiss me,” you breathe. “Kiss me and make sure I won’t forget this time.”

He doesn’t, but he smirks. The narrowing of his eyes is dangerous as they zone in on your slightly parted lips. His are coated red, as must be yours. Slowly, he lifts the popsicle he was holding, tracing is over the seam of your lips and making you gasp. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

The way your body reacts to the drop of his voice is violent. You shiver, thighs clenching around his as he stands there. Your fingers are still curled into the fabric of his shirt and you swear you feel his heart race. The drawl of his voice is so deep and almost hollow, it settles in your chest and you can’t properly answer.

“I mean,” he starts, leaning in close enough to almost kiss you. The tip of his tongue traces your lips to have the slightest taste of the popsicle flavour. “You are asking to kiss a demon.”

A breath passes from your lips against his and he holds you to closely to him. His hand is hot on your lower back and your fingers tighten around his shoulders in certainty. “Did I stutter?”

His mouth captures yours before you can register it, a hand winding into the hair at the back of your head and pressing you so close there is nothing around you but him. Taehyung tastes like berries and peaches and champagne — divine. He smiles into the kiss, lips smoothing over yours teasingly as your hands slide down his arms. The groan that leaves his mouth is so low it sends little jolts through your body and your legs tighten around his waist.

This is kissing — you think — as Taehyung grazes his teeth over your bottom lip, pulling it lightly. His hands roam, chest brushing over yours as you gasp into his mouth. It’s delirious, addicting — kissing him is a push and pull motion. He guides you and lets you go only to catch you right before the fall and dips deeper.

When his tongue traces the seam of your lips you moan, and he halts at the sound. Your gazes meet, lips parted against each other. Both of you breath heavily in the warmth. The scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air, something sharp and woody. You swim in it, as he lets out a breathy little sound before he reaches for the popsicle that laid melting on the table. What would he — oh.

He pops it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours as he bites down hard. When he kisses you again your eyes fall closed on instinct. Taehyung cups the back of your head, tipping you back and parting your lips with his. The sensation of the ice cold piece of fruit passing from his lips to yours makes you moan. You grin, tasting the fruit as his tongue glides along yours. It melts quickly and when you part to swallow, Taehyung stares at you intently.

“More?”

You shake your head and pull him in again. The kiss is toe-curling, passionate — moans spill from both of you within seconds. It’s strange, the sense that you know him, that you’ve felt this before. The feeling of his chest warm against yours, his lips devouring you — you recognise it.

He is hot, firm, and you’re pliable in his grip as he kisses you like it’s all he’s ever wanted. The moans that fall from him come from so deep within his chest it only fuels your quickly growing arousal. “God,” you groan, throwing your head back as you part from him.

Taehyung wastes no time, full lips kissing down your jaw to your ear. “Do you remember me yet?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, holding onto him for dear life. You’re painfully aware of how far your dress has ridden up, and how close he is standing to the juncture between your legs. The only thing stopping you from grinding against him is how far you’re scooted up the table. “Gimme something more to go by.”

The glint in his eyes says it all, framed by thick lashes and slightly flushed cheeks. You yearn for more of him as you slide your hands down his clothed chest. His pants fit snugly around his hips but you manage to slip your fingers into the waistband to pull him closer.

Taehyung kisses you, hands finally slipping down to grip your ass and slide you closer. The breath is knocked out of your lungs as you’re forcefully pulled into him. He chuckles at the little whine you let out when he grinds into you. He’s hard and he’s purposely making you feel him. You lean over backwards, one of his hands holding you up as his mouth busies itself with yours. He absolutely has you spellbound, it’s wicked and you want nothing else but him.

His lips are soft but his sounds are rough. His hands are firm and steady where his tongue is languid. The movement of his hips against yours drives you insane. You can feel the outline of his dick clear as day and it’s nothing to be shy about. He is big.

Every sound you make he swallows, and by the time he’s done kissing you your world is spinning. You’re panting as you stare at him, trembling legs still. Your lipstick is smudged over his lips and his hair is messed up on all sides. Yet, he smiles so wickedly you can ’t help but burst into ecstatic laughter.

“Wow,” you gasp.

He laughs with you, a release of tension. “Yeah, wow.”

You lean back, hand sliding into something sticky and wet. “Wha — oh, ew.” Beside you, there’s a puddle of fruit and molten champagne. It clings to your fingers, stains them red and purple where you squished the berries.

Gently, Taehyung’s fingers circle your wrist and you stare as he lifts your fingers to his mouth.

“Tae—” you start, but you can’t find the rest of your words as he licks a stripe up your palm. He holds your gaze, steady and with a spark of mischief. You watch him wrap his lips around two of your fingers as he’d done with the popsicle earlier, and suck them clean. His tongue is rough against the pads of your fingers and the sensation sends a flood of wetness between your legs. He swirls his tongue between your digits. It’s obscene and all your inhibitions are thrown out the window as you moan at the sight. “Taehyung,” you try again.

He pulls off with a pop. “Time to find a room?”

Sexy, persuasive, witty, an amazing kisser, and a mind-reader? Maybe you should put demon back on the possible lists of explanations for his behaviour because it might be the only solid one. “I—“ you halt as he pulls you off the table, straightening out your ugly dress.

“Moving too fast?”

You shake your head. The fact that you want him stands, you can feel it in the way your underwear clings to you. Truth be told, you can’t think of anything else aside from fucking him right now. There’s nothing to worry about. “Let’s go.”

Taehyung grabs one last popsicle from the freezer before your leave. He haphazardly tries to get his hair back into shape in case anybody sees. You definitely don’t miss the way he adjusts his raging boner through the pocket of his pants. Both of you are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the hot air from outside does not aid you.

You find yourself standing by Taehyung at the front desk of the hotel. To others you must look like an absolute mess, even Taehyung still looks roughed up. All you can hope is that nobody from the wedding sees you. Or that nobody notices the wet stain on the side of your dress.

Speaking of, Taehyung hands his popsicle to you, and you pop it into your mouth to ease your nerves as he speaks to the woman behind the desk.

“Listen, the bride has an issue with her dress and she desperately needs to get into the bridal room but she lost her key.” Taehyung rushes his words, making gestures and running his hands through his hair.

She frowns at him. “Sir, we can’t just give you the—“

He points at you. “My girlfriend is not wearing that dress for her own enjoyment. We’re part of the wedding party and we need to get into the brides room!”

Girlfriend? You blush.

“Sir, listen, the br—“

He slaps his hand down on the desk. “Do you want to argue with a newly-wed woman whose dress just got ripped?”

The woman lets out a deep sigh, obviously annoyed with the situation but not ready to argue with Taehyung whose ravished state matches his act. “Fine,” she says, reaching behind her and pulling out the extra keycard. “We do need both keys back tomorrow or we will—“

“Yes, yes,” Taehyung brushes her off. “I know, thank you!”

You stare at him in awe, popsicle half eaten and having melted down your fingers again. He really is an enigma of talents and surprises. Though, you should’ve expected so from a theatre student.

His eyes fall on your hand, and you know what he’s thinking as you lick down your own fingers. You’re thinking about it too.

It takes too long for both of you to reach the suite and get inside. What doesn’t take long is for Taehyung to push you up against the wall and lift your dress enough so he can cup you through your underwear. “Fuck, you have no idea how often I’ve replayed kissing you in my head.” His voice is muffled into your skin as he nibbles at your earlobe. You find yourself grinding down into his palm, warm and unforgiving as he grinds it against you.

You let out a trembling sight, letting him work his palm into your mound, head falling back against the wall. His mouth trails down your neck, licking along your exposed collarbones, all the while he rubs you so close to the edge you almost scream.

“Taehyung,” you whine when he stops.

“I don’t want you to come yet.”

You pout, meeting eyes with him. “But I do.”

A curse falls from his lips as he stares at you twirling the popsicle in your mouth. He fixates, and you feel it — use it. You flatten your tongue, suck it deeper. Pushing it in and out, slowly, and you can almost see his eyes darkening upon the sight. The fingers of his free hand tighten around your hip but you don’t stop. You push deeper, the cold prickles against the back of your throat and his eyes widen when you don’t flinch.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers snapping up to pull it from your mouth. “That’s enough, I want to fuck you. Now.”

You keen when he lifts you, wrapping both your legs around his waist. He’s still hard and like this you can feel the outline of his dick press against your dripping core. The feeling sends you reeling way past normalcy. You’re already so close to coming and he’s barely touched you. You haven’t even shed a single article of clothing. The idea of feeling him inside —

“Taehyung?” you mumble into his mouth as he sets you down by the bed. “Condoms.”

He stills, cursing as he realises the fault. “Fuck — Fate really isn’t with us.” Taehyung snags the popsicle from you, pursing his lips as he trails the wet tip of it down your neck. “Are you clean?”

You frown at him, fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. “Yeah, but I’m not on the pill.” The first button slips free, you’re unable to help yourself.

“Okay, good, me too.” He’s hurried by arousal, an undeniable force that you feel too. Maybe it’s the sudden realisation that you’re in the bridal suite and anybody would literally walk in right now and see you. They’d see Taehyung licking the drips of champagne from your neck with your dress ridden up way past your ass. The idea excites you a little more than it should.

That it’s Taehyung out of all people who’s bringing this out in you isn’t surprising. Getting caught has always been something that makes you that little bit extra sensitive. You’re hot, burning, and the way he laps at your chest to clean wherever the popsicle had run doesn’t help.

Your surprised when he sinks down on his knees without a word, taking the zipper of your dress with him. He doesn’t ask for your permission, and he doesn’t need it. The view of him sitting on his knees in front of you is mouth-watering.

The dress falls from your body, breast springing free from their confines. His focus wavers, trailing the popsicle down the centre of your stomach and looking up at you daringly. It takes a small nod for him to slide your underwear down your legs. He kisses your skin, a trail of champagne running down your stomach and threatening to reach your now exposed folds. The drop is caught on his tongue, following it all the way up until he decides he’s had enough and discards the popsicle all together.

“Hold on,” he whispers into your thigh before lightly biting the soft skin. He soothes over the mark, looking up at you briefly.

You grapple for him as he slings one of your legs over his shoulder. There’s no lingering, no anticipation. No, his mouth is on you within seconds and you have to muffle your own screams with your hand.

He dives in as if he’s done this before, replacing the sweetness of the frozen treat with the hot taste of your juices. He licks up your folds, quickly finding your clit and zoning in on it so hard you teeter on the edge immediately.

“Tae.” His name comes from your mouth in a pathetic whine, and you can feel him smirk against you. Taehyung’s tongue is certainly twice as devilish as his lips. He flicks at your nub, circles it until your legs are shaking and you’re held up by him. He keeps going, but stops you right before the fall.

Then, he kisses your skin again, another small nip at your inner thigh to catch your attention. He tenderly kisses your pubic bone, a brief pause as he comes up for air. His hand slides between your legs, locking eyes with you as he starts to glide his fingers between your folds. It’s teasing, keeping you so close to your orgasm you’re sure you might go insane.

“Please,” you beg. “If you make me come I swear to God I will suck you off until you see stars.”

He nips at your thigh again, a third mark added as you squeal. “Are you that impatient?”

You whine. A needy little sound as you pull at the pink strands of his hair. He doesn’t listen to you, just keeps circling your entrance over and over again. You must be dripping down his fingers by now, you’re clenching and entirely certain you’re about to come from just the slightest of touches. He circles and circles and when you’re certain you feel your orgasm start to slip away from you, he plunges two fingers inside of your dripping core.

You cry out, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes at sheer pleasure. He shows you no mercy.

Your moans don’t stop falling. It’s no avail trying to hold them in. One of your hands is tangled in his hair as leverage, and the other is a fist between your teeth. He fingers you so quickly you see stars. The pit in your stomach builds, the squelching sounds from between your thighs only adding to it.

“Look at me,” Taehyung growls, a menacing sound.

You gaze down, watery eyes and flushed cheeks, your impending orgasm the only thing on your mind. He flattens his tongue against you without flinching, letting you rock down into his mouth and onto his fingers. The way he looks at you — darkly and so boldly — is enough to make you —

He stops all his movements, fingers stilling and tongue withdrawing as he grasps your hip and shoves you against the wall. You whine, clenching down hard on his digits. The edge of your peak sits there, you hover and you can’t feel anything but the ridges of his fingers against your walls. You tremble. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t need to — to your own surprise you come.

Your thighs quiver as you let out a soft moan as it washes over you. The feeling is foreign, orgasm so unsatisfying but so good in a more way. It falls quickly, ebbing away and leaving you panting in his hold.

He stares up at you, waits for an answer as you try to grasp what just happened. All you know is that you want to come again. You came, and you barely felt it — it’s indescribable.

“Fuck,” you whisper, the only word you can form.

Taehyung kisses your thigh, tongue laving over the marks he left. Finally, he withdraws his fingers and the feeling sends a throb through your core. He sucks his fingers clean as he stands up carefully. “How’s that?”

You push at his shoulder and he chuckles. “Least you could’ve done is let me come properly.”

“Oh.” He brushes your sweaty hair away, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. The taste of yourself on his tongue isn’t unwelcome. “You said, make me come and you’ll suck me off.”

The roll of your eyes is half-hearted, matched by your fingers making quick work of his buttons while his mouth busies yours. His skin is smooth and sticky with sweat. It’s so nice to finally get to touch him. You pinch his nipple, and he moans weakly upon the touch. Something you’re going to save for another time.

You kiss down his tan chest, leaving his shirt hanging halfway off his arms as he watches you intently. The idea of a blindfold pops into your head. Would you buckle as easily if he wore one?

Another time. Right now, you busy yourself with undoing his belt as you scrape your teeth over his stomach. You’re so keen on tasting him that you don’t even pull his pants down. The sight of him straining against his underwear makes you pause, he really is big.

The way he hisses when you slip your fingers past the fabric of his boxers hint at how much he’s been holding back for you. “God, I want to feel your mouth.” He curses as you stroke him lightly.

That, you can do. Your tongue laves over his tip and pulls a sound from him that so near a growl you shiver. With your hand wrapped around his cock you steady yourself at his hip. He braces himself against the wall, one hand gently winding into your hair.

“Fuck, just—“ He falters when you take him inside your mouth. “Yeah,” he sighs.

Like him, you don’t waste any time. You flatten your tongue, sucking on the tip as you slowly slide him deeper. It’s a feat, but by his moans he doesn’t seem to mind that you can’t take him all the way. After a few slow bobs up and down he hits the back of your throat — you moan when he grips your hair harder.

The ache in your jaw is delicious, and the vibrations of your moans cause him to twitch on your tongue. You hold him there, steady breaths in and out your nose as you tap his hand. He grunts, eyes falling open and meeting yours.

They almost roll out of his head as he sees you. There you sit, on your knees with his cock in your mouth, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

The way he pauses makes you pull off slowly — making him feel the slide of your tongue as you suck harshly. “Go on,” you whispers, voice hoarse as you kiss his tip. The taste of his precum collecting on your tastebuds is salty. “Not too fast.”

He nods eagerly, grabbing your hair and sliding himself back into your awaiting mouth. The lack of breath is so worth it once he starts shallowly thrusting. He does go slow, holding himself back for your sake. The way he moans, how he doubles over as he fucking himself in and out of your wet mouth. You find yourself closing your eyes, letting him use you. Your own fingers slip between your bare legs to touch yourself.

Taehyung stutters when he hits the back of your throat and you gag a little. You hum into him, sucking in your cheeks to tell him not to stop.

That’s when you hear voices outside. Taehyung pulls out immediately at the sound, looking at you with slight panic in his eyes. You’re about to get caught — you’re actually about to get caught sucking off a guy in your friend’s bridal suite.

“Up,” Taehyung says, voice absolutely wrecked from moaning. “Come on.” He grabs your arm half lifting you and half pulling you.

You stand on trembling legs, listening to the sound of the door knob jiggling. “Did you lock it?”

“Fuck, I didn’t.”

“Uh…”

“Grab your clothes,” he ushers, sprinting over to the closet with his dick still out. “Here.”

You rush, finding yourself pressed against him in the dark as the sounds of your friends’ voices reach your ears. It’s not Sooji, but a few of the other bridesmaids probably looking to refresh themselves in this heat.

Speaking of, Taehyung’s breath is hot as it fans against your face, both of you sweating profusely. The way you can feel his cock pressing against your hipbone does nothing to ease the lingering ache between your own legs.

“Tae—“ His hand flies over your mouth, shushing you as the girls move through the room beside you.

You want to listen to what they’re saying, but your ears are rushing with excitement. What comes over you, you don’t know, but you find yourself trailing a hand down his chest. He doesn’t protest, all he does is let out a heavy sigh when your fingers wrap around his shaft.

He’s still wet with spit and precum and you stroke him experimentally. From what you gathered when you sucked him off a few seconds ago, he likes it tight. As you twist a little his head falls onto your shoulder with the tiniest of sounds. He’s holding himself back, you feel it in the stutter of his hips as you keep gliding up and down his member.

You slide a fingers over the tip, dipping into the slit. His teeth sink into your shoulder, biting to stifle his own moan. Sharp pain pricks shoot through your shoulder and you hiss at the feeling — it’s so good.

Your objective is getting him off, uncertain of whether he’s as turned on by the possibility of getting caught as you are. He does seem more on edge, breathing heavily through his nose as you focus on twisting your hand just under the crown of his cock.

What you don’t expect is for him to part your legs and slide his fingers back to your cunt. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, tracing a circle around your clit.

Hips bucking into his touch, you nod, letting out a quiet yes as you pause your movements on him. You can’t see whether he grins but you swear you can feel it as he starts drawing figure eights between your legs.

His movements are practiced, and it takes you a little to catch up to his rhythm. Falling into tandem, he rubs you while you stroke him. Almost silent, you’re muffled by the darkness and the closed doors. The voices of the people outside are apparent and loud enough to signal that they don’t hear you — the threat is so exciting. The hairs on your arm stand up, and Taehyung shivers.

Your eyes are closed even in the dark, focused on the feeling of his fingers between your legs and his dick in your hand. It’s wet, all of it, and the slick sounds are definitely amplified by the emptiness. Taehyung’s mouth remains on your shoulder, sucking, biting — that bruise is going to last. He lavishes over it with his tongue, fingers not ceasing their movements for even a second. Both your hands are moving on their own, minds blissed out.

His grunts become deeper, hips losing their rhythm and you know he’s close. He must be with how fast your stroking him. It matches the pace at which he abuses your clit. It’s delirious, senses heightened by the little pricks of fear in the back of your mind.

You strain your neck, trying to keep in your voice as he increases the pressure. His fingers slip around your mound so easily, you can feel your arousal start to drip down your thighs. He notices the strain in your silenced moans, hand coming up to cover your mouth again.

You’re back on the edge so quickly you don’t even feel it coming. You come so hard you find yourself biting down onto two of his fingers. It shatters through you, throat straining to stay as quiet as you can.

Taehyung comes with you, groaning into the crook of your neck as his dick twitches in your grasp. You feel his cum splatter on your stomach, hot and sticky. Both of you tremble in each other’s hold as you come down.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He holds you, arms coming up around your waist in a very slippery embrace that you sigh into. You’re totally smearing his cum over his stomach and probably his shirt — he opts for sucking his fingers clean.

Taehyung has ruined you. He has utterly and totally ruined you. You came, twice, with people on the other side of the door no less. And it was hot. And you might want to do it again.

You hold in the laughter that bubbles up and you feel him smile once he kisses you. He tastes of you still and you’re certain he can also taste himself on your tongue as he seeks it out. His hands have slowed, tender as he soother over your naked body. It’s contrasting, goosebumps erupting all over your skin.

The door clicks, you’re alone again.

“Good lord,” you exclaim.

He throws open the door, shrouding the both of you in the bright light. You were right, his cum is smeared over your skin, and your dress lays crumpled on the closet floor.

“You might want to put on something else,” he chuckles, running a hand through his absolutely ruined hair. It’s soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.

You sigh, slipping into the bathroom to clean yourself off and cover yourself. “Did we just…?”

“We totally did,” he grins, shirt off and standing by the open window. It’s the first chance you get to properly admire him. He’s tan, lightly toned, and his shoulders are broader than you thought. “And I hope you enjoyed it because I definitely want to do that again. And,” he walks over to you as you’re midway into pulling your underwear back on. “I still want to fuck you,” he growls as he kisses you.

You blush, suddenly uncertain. “I — not the closet thing.”

“Okay, maybe not the closet thing but fuck, I’d give a lot to come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

His words sound so casual but they’re not. You’re not entirely sure how to react to him.

“Too much?” he asks.

You shake your head. “I’m just…a little out of it.”

He nods, giving you a knowing smirk as you find your bag with your dress. “Understandable, I’m sorry if I—“

“No!” You stop yourself at the sound of your own voice. “No, Taehyung please. That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever done and I definitely am up for doing it again. It’s just that you made me come twice, once ruined and once in a closet nonetheless. I’m also still semi-naked and am going to have to explain that I changed dresses.” You’re stressing out.

Taehyung chuckles, a sound that is already growing on you. “Well,” he says, twirling you when you’ve got your white dress on. You find yourself chest to chest, him kissing you a few times, just softly. “The story goes that I spilled wine on your dress and you had nothing else to change into but this. Oh, and you spilled your drink on my shirt too, so I’m going to phone Jimin to come help me out.”

Your eyes widen at the mention of his friends name. “You’re not going to tell him are you?!”

“What do you take me for?”

“You lied pretty convincingly to the lady at the front desk!”

“Oh stop,” he says, kissing you again. His lips are swollen, as are yours, but they’re soft and you keen into the gesture. “I don’t lie to the girl I like.”

He…what? He can't be  serious right? You scoff, pulling away from his grasp and fishing a pin out of your bag to put up your messy hair. “The girl you like, sure Kim Taehyung. Do you fuck all girls you like in a closet?”

He scowls at you as you walk to the door. “I most definitely do not.”

“Well then, how does my makeup look?” you ask as you wipe under your eyes. Not that you had much makeup left to begin with.

Taehyung gives you a look, one that speaks volumes in a language you can’t discern. It’s not like before, it’s changed. There’s a small smile playing on his lips as he observes you — almost fondly. You must be imagining it. “You’re makeup looks fine.”

You smile. “Thanks, I’ll see you around.”

When you close the door behind you, you lean against it, thoughts falling over you. What you just did was so wrong but so good and the thought of doing it again is enough to excite you. Yet, you can’t just let yourself fall for Taehyung while you barely know him. Yes, you might click but what relationship is going to come of this now that you did that. Even if you’d want to — do you?

You ponder over it as you walk back down the stairs to where the party has started to come to an end.

The chime of your phone stops you mid-flight.

Unknown: You. Me. A week from Saturday. 7pm. Dinner. I’ll pick you up x Tae [18:43]

Your heart flutters as you see the sign off of his name at the end. Maybe he is serious about this. You realise that you can’t let him slip between your fingers. Technically, you already did once.

He isn’t like others guys, you shouldn’t treat him as such. Taehyung is mysterious and sweet, but also has an air of — maybe not danger but he's alluring. It asks for you to give him a chance.

But maybe, not too easily.

You: Okay, but you’re paying [18:45]

You: Wait, how did you get my number? [18:47]

Taehyung: Demonic powers ;) [18:48]

Taehyung: Wear that dress next week [18:48]

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omega crown by moniseok

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 40,478

Summary: “The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea” ― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.

Growing up, Jimin is taught about his responsibilities as the future king of the Western Kingdom. He is predicted to be an alpha just like every other male in his family and promised to mate his childhood friend omega Jeon Jeongguk to form an alliance between their kingdoms. They call it a political issue, but Jimin has been in love with Jeongguk since he can remember so he only calls it fate.

The problem comes when, against all odds, Jimin presents as an omega too.

We're Right Where We Belong by MinHarin

Rating: E

Pairings: Jimin/Jungkook

Status: Complete

Word count: 27,777

Summary: No one expected Prince Jeongguk to present as an omega, himself included.

So it comes with little surprise when the king and queen call for someone in hopes they can help Jeongguk learn how to be a good omega.

No one was expecting that he'd end up learning so much more than that, much less that he'd fall in love.

But as soon as his eyes land on Jimin, his whole world changes.

i'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen by minusculejimin

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Taehyung

Status: Complete

Word count: 26,380

Summary: Yeah, that. That was something he would have to deal with.

The fact that he’d had a crush on one of his best friends since… since forever. 

And how Jungkook had thought, before, that when he would present as an alpha, he could maybe finally come clean about his feelings. And be a good mate to Taehyung. If he wanted.

But now…

or

Jungkook presents as an omega against all expectations. He has a hard time accepting it, but fortunately his friends are there to help him.