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Taehyung - I Need You

Genre: angst, oneshot

Warning: break up

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3491

Masterlist

A/N: I kinda based this one shot from their song I need you. The feels when I wrote this tho, imagining it happening for real. I mean, can you imagine if their songs have this kind of history behind it? bfsdghufhsf :”<

“Taehyung ah” Yoongi called out the younger who was lost in his thoughts. He thinks it was just the first time Yoongi called him, but it was actually the fifth time already.

“Yes, hyung?” He snapped out of it and stood up, walking towards the hyung that called his attention.

“Do you think you can help us with some lyrics here?” Yonggi asked, opening the door to their workroom. Taehyung saw the messy work table with papers and pen scattered. Sticky notes were pressed on the monitors with key words on the, “We’re kinda lacking in this area in the pre-chorus part.” Yoongi explained and the younger one nodded, only on thing in mind.

Y/N

“It’s about being unable to let go of her, even if it hurts already, right hyung?” Taehyung confirmed.

“Well yeah, it’s like when—“ the elder got cut off when the younger started talking.

“It’s okay, hyung. I understand it very well.” He sighed, sitting on the couch as he grabbed a pen and started thinking, letting the melody play in the background.

It wasn’t that hard for him to look for some inspiration. After all, he’s going through something painfully similar.

“I was thinking maybe we can have two contradicting voice here.” Taehyung says, going over the computer to the part where Yoongi asked for help as recorded the first part, then the next.

I’m sorry (I hate you), I love you (I hate you), Forgive me

Is this the time I let you go?

Why am I even holding on when you clearly want to go already.

Why am I even torturing myself?

Thoughts such as these preoccupied Taehyung’s mind.

“Hyung I’ll just go to the convenience store.” Taehyung said, standing up as he left the workroom, also leaving his hyung quite worried.

Taehyung grabbed a face mask and his hat before starting towards the door. He left the dorm in silence. He wasn’t the normal Taehyung his members were used to. He was too quiet and was always spacing out. Even if the other members wanted to know, he won’t say anything.

He was staring at the floor as he walked down the quiet streets of Seoul. It was past midnight and most of the people are in their respective homes, taking a rest. He entered the convenience store and went straight to the drinks station, staring off into the glass mirror.

“… I think it’s cool. Don’t you think so too, Y/N?” Taehyung asked. They were in the same convenience store where they usually hang out late at night. There were only a few people who come in, and it’s been helpful ever since Bangtan started gaining attention and fame. Taehyung excitedly looked over to his girlfriend beside him, obviously not listening as her thoughts were preoccupied with something he’d always want to know yet was always shut away from him.

This wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Y/N?” He asked again, taking her hand when she flinched by his sudden action. She looked at him and forced a smile, shaking her head lightly as she slides her hands off of his. A simple gesture that caused an ache in Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Y/N said, looking down. Giggles were heard from the entrance and they found a couple displaying their affection freely, holding hands as they laugh without having to hide anything.

Taehyung looked over to Y/N once again with sorrowful eyes, wanting to give all the love that he can give, but he couldn’t. It was hurting him, seeing his girlfriend look at the couple longingly, knowing it was what she want, heck what anyone would want, but it just couldn’t happen in his situation.

Not when they aren’t well established yet in the industry.

“Hey…” Taehyung said softly, taking Y/N’s attention back. Even without words, Y/N was able to see through the gaze of her boyfriend infront of him, apologizing and feeling bad, not for what he did but for what he couldn’t do. She shook her head and smiled.

“It’s okay. Do you want some banana milk or yogurt drink?” She asks, holding his hand as she pulled him towards the refrigerator area.

As they got there, she lets go of his hand while she looks for the drinks. Taehyung took a step forward, intending to hug her from behind when someone recognized him.

“Omo! It’s Kim Taehyung from Bangtan!” A girl squealed and he took a step away from y/n. He interacted with the fan, trying to get as much distance as he could with y/n.

y/n took a drink, paid it and left. Just like how they discussed if ever Taehyung gets recognized: act as if you don’t know eachother.

He took a selca with the fan and had a small talk before he politely excused himself. He hurried out of the store, but to his dismay, y/n was already gone.

Taehyung received a text which says:

I’m sorry I went ahead. You take care on your way home, alright? -Y/N

And that was the last time she talked to him, leaving Taehyung in pain for a week.

Taehyung sighed, taking a banana milk in hand as he head over to the cashier to pay. HIs phone vibrated and even if he denies it, he was still silently wishing it was y/n who has messaged him. Sadly, it was his manager that sent a message, asking him to head back to the dorm as soon as he could because they have something to discuss as a team with the other members.

Sighing, Taehyung made his way to the dorm with his heavy heart.

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“Okay, let’s wrap it up with this.” Their manager says, standing up as their meeting ended almost 3 in the morning. “Since your title track is almost done, I’m giving you a day off. Rest first and refuel before you start working on anything else. We don’t want you burnt out this early.” He says, and the members bowed and thanked him before he left.

Everyone relaxed into the sofas, smiling as they think of having a rest day for themselves. Yoongi told the others not to bother him as he sleeps but the members didn’t say anything, knowing that he’d work himself until dawn and have a sleep for an hour before they start their practices the next day. Namjoon called his mother to schedule some bonding time with his family, like Hoseok and Jin. Jimin laughed at the pouting maknae who’ll be taking an exam on their ‘rest day’.

“What will you do tomorrow, Tae?” Hoseok asked, sitting beside the gloomy lad in attempt to cheer him up.

“I dont know—“ he got cut off with his phone lighting up, the name he had been longing to see was finally on the screen.

Taetae, I have something to tell you tomorrow. Can we meet up? - Y/N

“Oh well, now I know what you’ll be doing tomorrow.” Hoseok smiled, poking Taehyung’s sides but he was nervous inside, remembering the conversation he had with Jimin the other day.

“Taehyung ah, you know it’s hard having a relationship when we’re an idol.” Jimin says but Taehyung couldn’t accept it.

“What’s wrong with dating the one you love?” Taehyung argued but Jimin sighed.

“Okay, let’s say you love eachother, but we can’t deny everyone wants a normal relationship with all the cuddling and couple tees and just carelessly showing your affection for eachother, right? And it’s something we can’t give. Not at the moment.” Jimin patted Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Is.. is this y/n giving up?” Taehyung shakily asks.

“That’s not for me to answer.” Jimin gave Taehyung a hug before he got called by Namjoon.

Is this it?

Are we letting go now, y/n?

“I’ll go to my room first.” Taehyung said, standing up as he walked back to his room, his thoughts fighting over as memories of the past month comes back to him. He’s done his best, keeping everyday communication with her even just through texts. He fought off the urges to see her everyday even if it was killing him, just because he wants her safe and wants to be careful. If only he could be invisible so he could be with y/n, he’d do anything. He tried so hard to make it work… to make sure she knew he loved her, but it was still not enough. It has come to this point where he feels like he’s loosing her.

I’m losing her for real, tomorrow. Taehyung taught as he lays on his bed, covering his eyes with his arms as he lets the tears fall. It was just a few weeks short of their first anniversary, yet he couldn’t make her stay.

He took his phone and reread the past conversation they had, which was mostly him saying ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight’ for the past six nights and those were unreplied. The next message he receives from her was this.

He was sure that it was leading to a break up.

He held his phone with both hands as he typed. This will be the last message he’ll send her before he lets go.

I’ll meet you by the garden. You know where to go. 10 am.

Jagiya, I’m sorry for all this time.

I truly loved you.

-Taehyung

Even if it still wasn’t in the past tense, he still used it as a sign of his decision to finally let her go from the pain he selfishly trapped her in. He turned off his phone and decided it that way, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to take back what he said. He’ll leave it off for the whole day tomorrow since no calls for their managers or members would be coming in. After all, it was a rest day for themselves.

He closes his eyes as he tried to go to sleep, making his pillows wet with his tears throughout the night.

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Taehyung looked up the clock and saw that it was 9:30 in the morning. All of his members were out, besides Yoongi who was still in bed. He looked into the mirror and chuckled.

“Well, you look like crap.” He told his reflection as he sees his swollen eyes from crying. He took his sunglasses and wore his cap. It hid at least half of his face with the shadow it creates. He took a deep breath before nodding at his reflection. “Well, here goes nothing.”

He got to the garden by walking and was still 10 minutes early, but to his surprise, y/n was already there, waiting by the bench in her skinny jeans and loose knitted sweater, pairing it with the knitted cream beanie he had given her. She stared at her sneakers as she waited, and Taehyung just stood there for a moment, just looking at her and wanting the time to stop. Even if he was just afar from her, as long as she was his and he was hers, that would be fine… but time won’t stop and he knows that. Instead, he just took 5 minutes of simply keeping her in his sight, wanting to keep the memory of their last moments as lovers.

Y/N felt someone staring at her, and when she saw Taehyung by the corner, she stood up and showed a half smile as Taehyung started walking towards her. Different thoughts occupied the couple’s mind as their hearts pounded on their chest. Both of them doesn’t want this day to happen, but time won’t stop for anyone, and they weren’t an exception.

“Taetae” she says, and the young lad nodded.

“Sit down,” he said, and they both did.

“Sorry for the unreplied messages this week…” She started and he nodded, not taking off the sunglasses as he blinks his tears away. “I was…” she gave it a thought before shaking her head. “You don’t have to know.” She smiled at him before exhaling.

“What is it that you needed to tell me?” he asks as y/n looked down, opening and closing her mouth as she try to find the words to say. She definitely had a hard time telling whatever it was, and Taehyung saw that. She was about to get something from her bag when Taehyung decided to speak.

“It doesn’t look like it’s something easy to say huh?” He says and y/n nodded slowly. Taehyung looked away and sighed “Well, let me do it for you.” He says as he stood up. “Let’s break up, Y/N.” He faced her with a smile while the tears building up in his eyes hid behind his sunglasses. “The 11 months we’ve spent together will never be forgotten. Thank-you.”

“Wha- Tae-“

“I’ll go ahead.” Taehyung says, waving at her before he turned around and left. The tears roll down his cheeks as he walks straight ahead, leaving as soon as he could before he turns back and beg for y/n to take him back. If he hears her voice. he’d definitely lose the resolve he had of letting her go and giving her the happiness she deserves.

The happiness he won’t be able to give.

After being in a safe distance, away from the garden, he slowed down into a stop as he leaned into a wall. He tried to catch his breath, partly from walking but mostly because of the oxygen running out as he cried, punching the wall in frustration.

It’s over.

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It was about 8 in the evening when Namjoon came into their dorm. Only Taehyung was in the living room, the TV open but no one was watching. Taehyung was yet again, off into his own world. If it wasn’t for Namjoon sitting beside him, Taehyung wouldn’t have realized he had company.

“Hyung, how did you family bonding go?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon smiled.

“It was okay, but Minjoon always bugged me about you.” Namjoon answers. His sister’s bestfriend was Taehyung’s girlfriend. “I know what’s bugging you now.” Namjoon leans back into the sofa as he hit Taehyung’s back playfully. “Lucky bastard. Since you’ve met with eachother earlier, I’m concluding you guys have talked already?”

Taehyung nodded, looking away, ignoring the statement about him being lucky because he wasn’t.

“Well, why the glum face? Where’s your promise ring?” Namjoon asks, playfully poking Taehyung’s arm, all smiles until Taehyung looked at him.

“What are you saying hyung?” Taehyung asks, confusion evident in his face.

“I thought you talked already?” Namjoon asks, his smile was gone.

“Yeah, we broke up. That’s how it went.” Taehyung answered, standing up before he breaks down again. The wound was too fresh and he was still too vulnerable.

“Hold up, what are you talking about?” Namjoon stood up as well, holding onto the younger’s wrist before he could run away.

“It was clear that she didn’t want to be with me anymore, hyung. All those signs she showed me and that one week she didn’t contact me was for her to gather her courage to finally break u—“

“You didn’t clear thing out, Taehyung ah. You just concluded by yourself.” Namjoon cut him off as he pulled him back into their sofa.

“I don’t understand—“ The tears welled up as Taehyung was in utter confusion.

“Minjoon told me everything while waiting for our mom to finish shopping. She told me how y/n has been receiving threats from your fans, saying to stay away from you. She’s being bullied in school and if it weren’t for Minjoon seeing it happen, she wouldn’t have known because y/n wouldn’t say. My sister even asked her why she still says despite all the mistreatment she’s getting out of curiosity, and you know what she said?” Namjoon asks the pale faced Taehyung who didn’t know a single thing til now.

“She said no one will be able to make her break up with you. If you guys will separate, it will be your decision, not hers.”

With the last sentence, Taehyung’s heart broke into two as tears uncontrollably falls.

“But— but the one week… she didn’t…” Taehyung wasn’t able to complete his sentence, having a hard time to breathe through his crying.

“Her parents told her to come back to Canada, and that their divorce didn’t push through. She didn’t want to. She told Minjoon that she can’t text or call you until she resolved her matters already. After all, we were busy preparing for our comeback. They came into an agreement, y/n will have to finish a degree in Canada and prove to her family that she’s capable on her own. The promise ring was supposed to be given to you before she leaves, as her promise that she’ll come back if you… will be able to wait for her.”

Taehyung stood up, his chest tightening as it gets harder to breathe. Tears were constantly falling when he punched the wall, angry at himself. “What have I done?” sobs escaped him as he fell on the floor.

“Taehyung ah.” Namjoon tried to help him up when his phone rang. “Hello— yah! don’t shout at me!” Namjoon responded before handing the phone to Taehyung.

“Do you mean it? Are you really breaking up with y/n?” Minjoon was on the other line, seemingly calming down after hearing Taehyung’s sobs.

“No. I want to take it back. I don’t want to break up with her.” Taehyung answered, holding onto the phone desperately.

“Then get your sorry ass running to the airport because she leaves in an hour!” Minjoon shouted and Taehyung’s eyes widen before dropping Namjoon’s phone on the couch, running to his room to get his phone and wallet. He rushed to the door without even saying goodbye.

“Good luck, Taehyung ah.” Namjoon muttered as he picked up his phone.

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“To the airport please! As fast as you could!” Urgency can be heard in Taehyung’s voice and the driver stepped on it. Taehyung sat back and opened his phone to call y/n, but numerous calls and messages were left on his phone, all from y/n.

Taetae? Is there something wrong?

Jagiya, talk to me. Am I missing on something? Why are you apologizing?

Taehyung ah! Why did you turn off your phone?!

I called Hoseok oppa, but he said you locked your door. Yah, what are you doing? Taehyung ah, I’m getting worried.

Taehyung ah…

I’ll see you tomorrow… Please be okay…

I love you. Not in the past form because I still do, and I always will. I never stopped. I’ll explain everything tomorrow.

I didn’t expect you to break up with me but I guess… I’m not really helping with all the stress you’re facing huh? I should be the one apologizing, pabo.

I’m leaving. I hope you’ll be happy. I’ll still keep cheering for you from the crowd. I love you, Tae. Always take care.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Taehyung cried as he hugged his phone. He took a deep breath before dialing her number, only to fail as it directed him to voice mail. “Damn it!” Taehyung muttered, trying again but to no avail, was still directed to voice mail.

As fast as the driver could go, it was like all odds were against him. They were stuck in traffic, although the airport was somewhat near. Taehyung paid the cab before making a run for it. He arrived within 10 minutes of running, only stopping for a few second to catch his breath. He looked into his watch and saw he only had a few minutes left.

He ran to the immigration but was stopped as he didn’t have any passport nor ticket. It was a good thing the supervisor came and recognized Taehyung’s voice.

“Uncle, please help. I just really need to talk to y/n before she leaves. Please, just a moment.” He pleaded and his uncle waved off the guards, allowing him passage.

“Excuse me, are there any flight going to Canada tonight?” he asked, catching his break to the lady who was in the boarding gates.

“Ah yes, flight 315 to Vancouver.” She nodded.

“Where is it? Which gate?” Taehyung desperately asked,

“The boarding time was an hour ago sir—“ the lady was cut off as she saw a plane by the end of the run way. “Sir, I’m afraid the plane you’re looking for is that.” the lady pointed towards the tall glass windows showing off the plane ready to take off.

“No…” Taehyung stood frozen infront of the glass windows, tears flowing as he saw the plane zoom off and started onto the sky, leaving Korea with the only girl he’d love this much.

“미안해 (I’m sorry)” Taehyung shakily said, only above a whisper.

“사랑해 (I love you)” He closed his eyes, letting his tears flow.

“융서해 (Forgive me)” He knelt, giving in as he lost all the strength he had left.

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Swallowed Our Pride ~ KTH [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3.9K

⤜PAIRING: Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Angsty with fluffy ending, arguments between reader and Taehyung, taehyung being drunk, the boys 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

Another day of not spending time with your boyfriend because he had been spending it with the boys instead. It didn't bother you too much, or at least, you tried not to let it bother you too much. You knew that Taehyung had his own responsibilities and friendships to maintain but today was supposed to have been the day you two spent together. 

Instead, the boys had dragged him out with them and taken him away from you...Again.

They did it a lot whenever they knew that you and Taehyung had plans and you knew why. It was no secret that the boys didn't seem to like you but you tried not to let it bother you so much, you didn't need them to like you. Your relationship was with Taehyung and not the rest of them. Besides, you could always try and appeal to their good side later in the relationship. For now, all you cared about was Taehyung and the way that he viewed you. 

Or that was how you used to feel until right now. 

Taehyung had accidentally called you while he was with the members and you heard them telling him how they thought you were a gold digger and only after Taehyung's money. It hurt a lot but what hurt the most was not hearing your boyfriend trying to defend you. 

Not once in the two-hour-long phone call did he try and speak up for you and tell the members that weren't who you were. You'd wanted to hang up after hearing them speak so badly about you, you were hooked on waiting to see what Taehyung had to say about it all.

"You don't think it hurts me? To hear them say what they say about me?" You quizzed, turning to look at your boyfriend who seemingly wasn't bothered about this whole scenario. His head was on the video game he was playing while you sat beside him with a frown embedded in your forehead.

You'd heard Namjoon telling Taehyung that he - and the others - thought that you were only with Taehyung for his money. Telling him multiple times that you were a gold digger only after one thing and one thing only when it couldn't have been further from the truth. 

The game on the TV paused for a moment and Taehyung turned his head toward you, 

"But it's not true, so what does it matter?" His nonchalant attitude toward this was beginning to piss you off more and more with each second. 

"It matters because they're saying awful things about me...And you're acting as though it's no big deal...Do they say it a lot?" Your question was only met with silence and you let out a small scoff. Of course, they did. They made it obvious that they hated you from the beginning, without even getting to know you. They were rude to you in front of your face you should have known it was only going to be worse behind your back.

"They do...And do you even true to defend me against it?" Taehyung was still staring at you, wondering what the big deal was. In his head, none of what the boys were saying was true so it didn't matter to him what they were saying about you. Besides, the last time he'd tried to defend you they just got worse with the accusations.

"I can't. They'll just keep telling me I'm wrong. But it's not true, I know you're not using me for that so it doesn't matter." He shrugged it off. Just a simple shrug of his shoulders and he tried to go back to his game. 

Tears were rushing to your face as you thought about how unbothered your boyfriend was about this. He was supposed to be the one to defend you against the boys, to tell them how wrong they were about you.

"But it does to me." Your voice crack didn't go unnoticed by Taehyung who instantly put the controller down and turned to look at you. His heart swelled a little as he saw the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over.

"Why?" He whispered, carefully stretching out his hand to wipe away tears that began to roll down your cheeks. The last thing he ever wanted was to see you cry in front of him, it broke his heart to see you this way.

"Because it makes me feel like you don't care about me..." His hand pulled away and he sneered at the accusation,

"Don't be ridiculous." He grumbled, getting up from the sofa and making his way into the kitchen and you were quick to follow him. It wasn't as though this was something you could just brush under the rug and ignore, this was a serious conversation.

If the wrong person heard what Namjoon and the boys were accusing you of you would never be able to live it down. It would be all over the media and you would never be able to defend yourself against it.

"How else am I meant to see it Taehyung? When they're saying these rude things about me in front of you and you don't say anything in return?" You stopped in the kitchen and watched as he stood hunched over the sink, staring down at the dishes that were leftover from the dinner you'd cooked. 

"What am I supposed to say to them? That it's not true and to stop?"

"Yes! Exactly that." You cried out, staring at him as he turned around to look back at you. There was something about the way he seemed unbothered about this that made it hurt all the more.

"They'll just keep going. We can just ignore them."

"We?! When it's not you that they're talking about I bet that's so fucking easy!" You snapped a little harshly, you didn't mean for this to start an argument but you just wanted to have your boyfriend defend you. What was so bad about that?

"Or what about when you all go on couples nights and I have to stay back because none of them wants me around. O-Or when it was your birthday and you had to celebrate separately with me and then with them?" It was how it had been working for the last two years. Whenever they would have date nights they'd make sure to leave you out of it, to tell Taehyung not to bring you.

Again when it was Taehyung's birthday. They flew him out to Paris for the day and left you behind because they didn't want to have to face you on the plane. You'd even offered to pay for your own ticket if that was the issue but it was clearly something else. 

"Yn, you're blowing this out of proportion." Taehyung sighed, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried - and failed - to end this conversation. There was no ending this when you needed to talk this out. To fix what was going on between you and the boys.

"Tae!" You called out, a little shocked at the fact that he was blaming some of this on you. How was it out of proportion? 

"You are, look...You don't have to have them like you. It's no big deal if they don't, you can't force them to." He mumbled as he folded his arms over his chest and leant back against the kitchen side, you stared at him a little stunned on what to say in response to him,

It was clear no matter what you were going to say he would have an answer for it and would defend them to the hills but he wouldn't do the same for you.

"I didn't say that, but it would be nice to be included in that side of my boyfriend's life for once. Or even have him defend me against his friends." You mumbled harshly, heading out of the room and toward the stairs ignoring him as he called your name out. If he was going to act like a dick that you were going to act like a bitch, at least for a little while. 

"Are you going to be moody all night now?" He called from the bottom of the stairs, you stopped at your bedroom door your hand hovering above the handle. 

"Maybe," You told him as you waited for the sound of the steps to let you know he was coming up to make things up to you but it never happened. All you heard was the familiar shuffling of him putting on his shoes and coat,

"If that's the case I'm going to the dorms." He cried out as you threw the bedroom door open and began to head inside.

"Whatever!" You yelled before slamming the door. Maybe it was childish and immature but right now all you wanted to do was curl up on the bed and cry for a little while. 

You didn't care about the comments anymore, all you cared about was the fact that your boyfriend seemed unbothered by his friends and unapologetic for their actions.

"It's your fault you know," Taehyung slurred on his words as he looked at Namjoon, they were all starting to look a little blurry to Taehyung and he could have sworn he was seeing double right now. That wasn't going to stop him from telling Namjoon exactly what was on his mind in the first place though.

Ever since the drinks had started flowing Taehyung thought more and more about what you had said to him, about how he should have been defending you and now it was going to happen.

"She heard what you and the boys were saying and it's all your fault we fought! You never should have said those things!" Namjoon was starting to regret suggesting a drink with the boys. While the other members had stopped drinking after a couple of games Taehyung continued to drink until he was drunk and found it hard to stand or even talk. Tae's words were coming out in a mumble and jumble but it was easy enough to figure out what he was saying.

"You're drunk, you need to go and lay down," Namjoon ordered but Taehyung didn't move an inch. He was too pissed off to try and go anywhere except right here.

"NO! You were rude! You have no idea how much she means to me and I to her! You hurt her!" Taehyung cried out as tears fell down his cheeks. The thought of you being home alone right now killed him, he never should have walked out of the door. He knew he should have stayed behind to cheer you up. Stumbling a little he tried to remain on his feet but Jimin steadied him by his shoulders and tried to stop him from tumbling over.

"We get it-"

"No, you don't. You're disrespectful to her, you're always leaving her out of things and she doesn't deserve it! She's the sweetest, most...M-Most vivacious woman I have ever met! You don't get to make her cry! You don't get to make her feel so shitty!" Taehyung couldn't think of better words but he stared at Namjoon who had been the first to comment on you being a gold digger. Not that the other members hadn't said anything either. For the last two years, they'd each had something to say about you and not in a nice way either.

"Hyung..." Jungkook trailed off as Taehyung continued to sway a little on the spot. Taehyung turned to look at him and shook his head,

"You're mean to her too! You ignore her when she's trying to be lovely! She's always so pleasant to you all! You're mean!"

Unbeknownst to the boys you were driving over to the dorms thanks to a text you'd gotten from Taehyung at 2 in the morning, it was a bunch of gibberish and you knew you had to get there.

Taehyung: Ilvoe you nlsff ima soryry that they erew meanto your illmaek them adsy sorrey

"Let's go to bed and speak about it in the morning," Yoongi offered as he looked at the other boys who began to nod their heads, eager to get the member to bed but never once saying sorry about what they had said to you. Did they feel that badly toward you?

"No! No! You call and you say sorry to her!" Taehyung tells them all as he points at all of the members, his mind focusing on the doubles that he was seeing instead of the actual members. The doorbell rang and Yoongi sighed glancing over at it. They'd ordered food not too long ago in the hopes that getting some food into Taehyung might sober him up.

"I'll get it," Jin says as he heads his way to the front door, smiling weakly when he saw you standing on the opposite side. You were dressed in pink 101 dalmatians pyjamas and you didn't look happy to be here. You'd been woken up by your drunken boyfriend and this was the last place on earth that you wanted to be and yet here you were. 

Going against yourself as you stood there. The whole drive over you had been battling yourself, tempted to turn around and go home but you hated the thought of leaving Taehyugn alone like this.

"Where is he? I know you don't want me here but he does." You mumbled carefully making your way through the house and toward the living room where you saw Taehyung being dragged toward the bedrooms. Your eyes focus on him and the way Jimin and Jungkook were struggling to move him toward his room,

"BABY! BABY YOU CAME!" Taehyung suddenly screamed out as he scrambled away from Jimin and Jungkook and over to you, his arms wrapping around you tightly as you smiled a little. Deciding to ignore the rest of the boys around you while you took care of your incapacitated boyfriend. You carefully rubbed his back as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, letting him know that you were no longer pissed off at him. 

At least. Not right now.

"I did baby, what are you doing?" You smiled wrapping your arms around his waist as you stood him up, looking at him as he glared at all of the members. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung's face, you didn't dare look at anyone else in the room.

"I was trying to make them say sorry to you," You hummed softly as you noticed none of them said anything as you carefully made your way toward his bedroom. You knew where it was since you'd been a couple of times when the boys weren't here,

"I'm sorry I was so rude, I should have d-defended you," He hiccuped as he looked at you, his eyes were filled to the brim with tears as you smiled weakly at him brushing hair out of his face as you looked around his bedroom.

"It's okay Tae, get into bed?" You suggested as you sat him on the edge of his bed carefully undoing the zipper of his jacket. The boys watched from the hallway as you carefully changed Taehyung into some nightwear and took him into the bathroom. It was a soft and gentle exchange you had with him, one that made Namjoon's stomach flutter to see you so content with Taehyung even when he was so drunk. 

"I thought she wasn't affectionate with him," Jimin whispered as they turned to look at their leader. The truth was, you weren't affectionate in front of people. You liked to keep your skinship to a minimum in front of people since you were more devoted at home.

"She isn't."

"In public," Yoongi jumped in, looking at Namjoon who was starting to turn a slightly red colour. Had he been too quick to judge you on something? The whole reason he and the boys were so against you was that you didn't seem like a good match to them.

You didn't get involved with Taehyung in public, you didn't act very loving towards him in front of the boys and you kept public dates to a minimum or if ever. You didn't really want to go outside for dates that often. Then there was the fact that when you started dating you were working but quit last year.

That was where the accusation of you being a gold digger stemmed from.

"We should give them some space..." Jimin whispers as he could hear you both inside the bathroom together.

"You need to brush your teeth and then we can go to sleep," You told him with a smile as he swayed from side to side a little, chuckling as he looked up at you.

"You'll sleep here?" His eyes were full of hope as you nodded down at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as he chuckled.

"I'll stay with you," 

"You promise?" He whined pulling back from you as he stared up at you, You could never break a promise which was exactly why he was asking for it. He knew, even in his drunken state, this was the last place on earth you wanted to be and yet you came. You came for him.

"I promise." He smiled before brushing his teeth and heading into the bedroom. 

"Cuddles," Taehyung cooed as you snuggled into him, covering his body with the covers while you stayed on the top. You knew you weren't going to be able to sleep so you were going to wait until he fell asleep before you did anything. 

For the last half an hour you'd been debating going out of the room in search of a bin or bucket of some kind but you didn't want any of the boys to think you were going to steal something from them. So you sucked it up and headed to the living room,

"Do you guys have a bucket? O-Or an old bin?" You stuttered a little, staring down at the floor as you addressed Jimin and Jin who were sitting in the living room staring at you. Jin was a little shocked, he hadn't expected you to leave the room all night and if you did he expected you to leave without a word.

"In case he throws up," You finished, not daring to look at them. If you looked at them you would only start to remember the things they said and you didn't know if you would cry or not be able to hold your mouth shut.

"Sure," Jimin whispered as he headed to the kitchen to find a mop bucket that they weren't going to be using for a while. After the display they'd seen in the bedroom they were each starting to feel guilty for the things they had said behind your back. And for all of the times they had purposively left you out of plans or took Taehyung away from you for no reason other than to be selfish and dicks.

"Cheers." You carefully took it and headed back into the bedroom where Taehyung was sleeping soundly without waiting for either of them to say a word to you. 

With a small drunken smile on Taehyung's face as he cuddled into the sheets a little, you knew he was going to wake up with a killer headache in the morning. 

"Here baby," You whispered as you moved the hair out of his face and headed to get him a glass of water and some painkillers to sit beside him on the bedside table. 

Part of you wanted to go home now that he was out for the night but you'd promised him that you would stay. You knew you weren't going to sleep so you forced yourself into cleaning up around his room and bathroom, doing whatever you could to stay awake for the night.

The next morning Taehyung wasn't as hungover as you thought he was going to be which was a relief since you wanted him with you while you made food for him. 

"You made me hold you all night," You giggled as you sat with your head laid on Taehyung's shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the kitchen of the dorms, your chairs beside one another as you watched Taehyung eating the food you'd been cooking. 

You'd slipped out early in the morning to get fresh ingredients and came back using Taehyung's keys to get back in. You'd gone out to get all fresh ingredients not wanting it to cause any issues with the boys about you taking their food. Though you'd cooked enough for all of them to eat when they eventually got out of bed.

"You did this?" A voice asked from the doorway, you lifted your head to see Namjoon staring over at the kitchen sides that had food prepped and waiting to be eaten. Not only that but you had cleaned the living room while the boys had been sleeping.

"Yes. I thought it would be a nice hangover cure," You mumbled turning back to Taehyung as you fed him some more food and pressed your lips to his trying to ignore the boys who were all filing into the kitchen.

"Isn't there something you all want to say to Yn?" Taehyung asked suddenly making your whole body tense up. 

"Tae-"

"No. They're going to say sorry. It was wrong of me to not defend you before and I'm doing it now. They won't treat you like this anymore, I've had enough of it." His eyes never left yours as he spoke to the members, Taehyung had done his grovelling that morning already and you'd forgiven him for everything. 

"He's right, Yn..." You glanced over at Jin who was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, all of them shifting their focus to you. 

“We should have swallowed our pride a long time ago,” Yoongi offered as he looked at the boys, nudging Jimin softly for him to speak next.

"We are sorry for what we said...W-We judged you without trying to get to know you," Jimin explained as they all began to individually apologise to you for what they'd said over the years.

"Seeing you with him last night made us realise how stupid we were," Hoseok told you as he sat down on a chair beside you, your eyes shifting from him to the other members who all agreed. 

Though it wasn't going to be an easy fix and you weren't exactly going to be the best of friends with them you were thankful that they had apologised and were at least trying to move forward with this all and put the past behind them. It wasn't going to be a simple sorry and makeup but you were just happy they said sorry in the first place.

"We have tickets to Rome and we were wondering if you wanted to come along," Hoseok spoke as you sat inside of the dorms with the boys and their partners, your hands stilled in Taehyung's hair as you stared at them all. It had been three months since they apologised to you and they were doing everything they could to make up for what they had said. All of you began to hang out more as couples. You were invited on date nights and over to the dorms for a couple of drinks but this was the first big step they'd taken.

"I'll have to see if I can get the time off," You spoke out as you looked at Taehyung and smiled warmly at the thought of being invited out with them,

"But I can't see why it wouldn't get approved. I'd love to come." You smiled at each of them and they cheered, going into travel ideas and what they were planning on doing while they were in Rome together.

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I just re-read my Puppy Love  fic (I haven’t written any of it in about a year) and I actually miss the story. Taking a break and looking back made me realise how proud I am of that work. Maybe I need to come back to it soon? 

re-reading has also led me to Taehyung feels hour.

[wickedlittlesoldiers]

Jimin, at Taehyung's funeral: May I have a moment alone with him?

Rest of BTS: Of course. *leaves*

Jimin, leaning over Taehyung's coffin: Now listen, I know you're not dead.

Taehyung: Yeah no shit.

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Feels Like Home Chapter 2

Pairing: Eventual BTS (Ot7) x Fem!Reader Summary: She hadn’t planned on her house becoming a safe haven for hybrids, but when they show up on her porch begging for help… She just couldn’t say no Word Count: 1,255 Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in this series or be added to a tag list!  Chapter: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

(Y/n) had been sitting on the couch reading a book when she heard a thud outside. She slowly made her way to the door, cautiously opening it. As the door opened fully, (Y/n) saw a figure laying on her porch. As she drew closer, she noticed that the figure was a man; a hybrid with large dark ears that were pointed and twitching as if shooing a fly. His tail was long, dark, and dirt covered, and fur matted. As she kneeled beside him, she attempted to shake him awake, but noticed a large scratch on his stomach. Jumping into action, (Y/n) carefully took him into the house, removing his shirt in order to inspect the wound, throwing out the ripped, bloodstained fabric. She moved to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit in the cabinet, as well as a bottle of disinfectant. On her way back to the living room, (Y/n) grabbed some rags from the hall closet. (Y/n) dabbed at the wound with a rag; the once white material, staining red with blood. She began to disinfect the wound, before bandaging with gauze and tape. She grabbed a pillow and blanket for the hybrid, doing her best to make him comfortable without disturbing his wound. After finishing her work, she returned to her book.

As the hybrid regained consciousness, he became aware of the soft pillow under his head, as well as the warm blanket covering his body. He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. Turning his head, his eyes fell upon a woman laying on the couch a few feet away, a book about to fall from her loosening grip as she slept. The hybrid slowly moved the blanket away as he became aware of the dull ache on his stomach. He stared at the clean bandage before looking at the woman. He slowly made his way over to her, gently taking the book from her hand, careful not to lose her place. After placing the book to the side, he gently shook her awake.

(Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open as the gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her from sleep. She took in the hybrid in front of her, eyes widening in surprise.

“You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

The hybrid just looked at her with calculating eyes.

“Are you hungry or thirsty?”

As if on cue, the hybrid’s stomach growled causing him to sheepishly look down. (Y/n) smiled at him softly, standing and grabbing the blanket wrapping it around him, before leading him to the dining room, having him sit at the table. Then, she moved into the kitchen, pulling out ingredients in order to make the hybrid a sandwich. During that time, the hybrid’s eyes were on her, observing her every move. Once she finished, she set the plate and a glass of water down in front of him. He looked at her as if asking permission.

“Please eat, if you need more just ask okay?”

The hybrid nodded before beginning to eat. He ate slowly, savoring every bite as if it would be his last meal. (Y/n) sat down a few chairs away to give the hybrid some space, watching him eat in silence. He finished the sandwich looking somewhat dissatisfied.

“Would you like another one?”

The hybrid’s ears perked up at the offer, but he looked down, shaking his head. (Y/n) stood, gathering the plate before preparing another sandwich, giving it to the hybrid, who happily ate the whole thing. To (Y/n)’s surprise, a soft low voice sounded when he finished.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. What’s your name?”

“Taehyung.”

“I’m (Y/n), would you like some more food or more to drink?”

“No thank you. I should get going, I’ve caused you enough problems–”

“No!” She exclaimed, leaning forward. “At least stay the night, let your wound heal a bit.”

“I don’t want to cause you any trouble...”

“It’s no trouble at all, I live alone and I could use some company.” she said, as a smile spread across her face.

“Thank you for helping me.”

They remain silent for a few moments before (Y/n) asked, “would you like to shower?”

“What’s a shower? I’ve never had one before.”

Her heart broke at his response.

“Come with me.”

She led him to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel on the way. She turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it became felt warm. She then told Taehyung which bottle was shampoo, body wash, face wash, and conditioner, and how to use each of the mentioned, before leaving him to shower. She moved out to the dining room, collecting the dirty dishes, before cleaning them in the kitchen sink.

As room as the door closed, Taehyung began to remove his clothes, dropping the blanket from his shoulders. After stripping down, he stepped into the tub, letting the steamy water cascade over his body. He sighed at the feeling never having how water before. He slowly began to wash. Cleansing his dirt and mud covered hair, he watched the dark water flow down the drain. He attempted to detangle the knots in his tail, before giving up. Turning off the water, Taehyung reached for the fluffy towel on the counter drying his hair, ears and tail before wrapping it around his waist. Looking at his dirty clothes, he abandoned them for the blanket wrapping it around his shoulders before exiting the bathroom.

He quietly walked out to the living room, soft padding on the floor alerted (Y/n) to his presence. She looked up at him, a bright blush forming as she realized that he didn’t have any clothes. Averting her eyes, she offered,

“I might have some clothes that might fit you upstairs…”

She motioned for him to follow her, leading him up to her bedroom. Taehyung awkwardly stood by the door as (Y/n) rummaged through her closet. A few moments later she appeared with a large sweatshirt along with a pair of sweatpants. She handed the clothes to Taehyung before leaving the room to let him change. After changing, he exited the room, holding the blanket and towel. His sensitive ears picked up noises coming from the living room, where he found (Y/n) on the couch, flicking through channels on the large television on the wall. When she noticed him standing off to the side, she stood walking over to him.

“I left my other clothes in the bathroom. Where should I put these?” He asked raising the hand carrying the blanket and towel.

“Let’s put them in the laundry room, I’ll wash them tomorrow. Then we can go into town and buy you some new clothes”

(Y/n) grabbed his clothes from the bathroom before leading Taehyung to the laundry room. The room was small with barely enough room for a sink, washer, and dryer. A large bag hung on the door, where (Y/n) put the clothes, before motioning Taehyung to place the blanket and towel in as well. The two walked back out to the living room, where they sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, watching an action movie on the screen. As the movie progressed, Taehyung moved closer to (Y/n), before laying down next to her, his head next to her leg, prompting her to start running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching behind his ears. He nuzzled into her hand, letting out a content sigh as he drifted off to sleep.

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter Fifteen

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Warnings: Swearing, got a bit smutty but not full on smut

Word Count: 6675

         I rapidly blink as the memories fade away, but they don’t leave me like the nightmares that must be built of other locked up memories. They are lingering for me to call on when I want to view them again. When I have the strength to understand every little detail that seems to have flashed before my mind’s eye.

         “Areum, are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice brings me fully back to the present.

         It’s his voice that has me remembering what I am doing. That I am slow dancing with the boy that I love with all my heart. That he is the same boy that was a friend from before I knew about the mafia. That he must have been showing up in my nightmares with whoever else my therapist took from me. My life is still in shambles, but with Taehyung by my side I know we are going to be able to piece everything back together.

         “You look like you’re figure something out,” Taehyung give my hips a slight squeeze.

         I slowly look up at the boy who has finally helped to give back some of my past to me.

         He may be wearing red contacts that make him look sinister, but I can see the softness on his face as he looks down at me. He has no idea what just went on inside my head because of the information he told me. Still, he is holding me close, waiting for me to tell him.

         “You,” I feel a gummy smile break onto my face. “Tae, thank you.”

         Before he can even respond, I pull my hands forward to his cheeks, and pull him down to my level so our lips mold together in a kiss we’ve both been longing for. Behind my eyelids I see millions of colors as all the noise around me lowers to a murmur. Taehyung and I are the only ones in this moment that matter. From the first day that we met all those years ago, a red string was tied to the end of our pinkies, tying us together so that we would end up together again. After all the shit that I have been through the past couple of months, being able to feel this happy makes me ready to face the future with full force.

         Taehyung slowly pulls away, “Well, not how I imagined our first kiss, but it was mind blowing regardless.”

         I giggle, letting my eyes flutter open, “You make me so happy, Tae. You are the key to the vault that is holding my memories. I remember who you are. All the days that we spent together before my mother was killed.” I let my hands fall to rest on his shoulders. “I remember that even as a little kid, with my stupid pigtails, that you enjoyed being around me, and that I loved to be around you. Even back then, I was falling in love with you, and that feeling never left me. Why were you taken from me?”

         “I always thought that your pigtails were super cute,” he presses a light kiss to my lips. “Sorry, I just don’t think that I’ll ever be able to stop kissing you, now that you’ve opened that gate. When you sit behind a computer screen watching the same girl for years, and you see all the hurt she’s gone through, all you want to do is hold her close and kiss her. Now, I am finally able to do that,” he stands up, pulling me to stand closer as we continue to sway to the music.

         “We should have been doing this for years,” I let my bottom lip push out into a small pout. “You should have never been taken from me. My father should have never ordered for you to be erased from my memories.”

         “He said it was for a greater good,” Taehyung brings a hand up to run a thumb over my cheek. “I didn’t question why I was forbidden from seeing you because your father was already my boss at that time. If he gave me an order, I had to follow it. You never left my mind. I made charts of where you would be at what times, so that I could get a chance to see you. I couldn’t talk to you, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. When I was finally the top hacker in Bangtan, that’s when I asked your father if I could keep an eye on you as one of my many jobs. I needed to know how you were doing. I needed to know if there would ever be a day where I could go to you and start back up where we left off.”

         “Now we can,” I let the tender smile take over. “Now we can do all that we missed out on in the years that you were forced to stay away from me as my brain kept you locked up. There’s so much that I want to do with you, Taehyung. We’ve already started on checking things off that list, but we haver barely scratched the surface.”

         “How about we check another thing off that list?” He smirks, leaning down so that his lips are next to my ear. “This party is basically over for you, so how about you and I head up to your room and see where it goes.”

         I giggle, knowing just what Taehyung is getting at. “I’d love that, Taehyungie. Can you get us there without anyone seeing us?”

         Taehyung chuckles, bringing his face back into my view. “I know this house almost as well as I know you. Don’t worry about getting caught, unless it turns you on.”

         “Tae,” I slap his arm as he only smirks.

         “Don’t let anyone hear you, kitten,” he presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Wouldn’t want someone snitching on us to your brother because you couldn’t be quiet.”

         My cheeks are burning in an instant, and the only sound that comes out in response is a small squeak.

         “Must be weird not being the one in charge for once, huh?” He takes a step away from me, grabbing my hand and beginning to lead us out of the crowd.

         I feel a wave of confidence to speak up, and I take the chance before my voice is lost again. “I don’t like to be in charge of all aspects of my life, and this is one of them.”

         “You are a naughty girl, Areum,” he gives me a small tug to be closer to his side. “It makes me wonder what else brings you pleasure.”

         “Tae,” I whine, feeling the blush spread across my nose.

         “Aw, are you embarrassed?” He glances back at me with his boxy grin on his face. “How can you be so cute and sexy at the same time, babe?”

         “Can we please just get to my room?” I pout, tugging on his arm like a little kid might do when they want something.

         “Be patient, kitten,” Taehyung chuckles as he pushes a side door that is rarely used open for me. “We’re going to get there in a few minutes. I’m making sure your brother doesn’t catch us on our way. How would we explain what’s happening?”

         I slip through the doorway, feeling my voice gone once again as a whiney sound leaves my throat.

         “There’s no reason to be nervous, babe,” Taehyung is close behind me, grabbing my hand and leading the way once again. “It’s just me. A dorky hacker that has fallen in love with his boss’s sister, and he can’t believe that a girl as beautiful as you would even want to be with me.”

         I feel the nerves wash away, and I think that this time they won’t come back. “You are very handsome, Tae, so don’t think that we aren’t on the same level. I love you for more than that, though. You don’t make me feel like I have to be someone I’m not. You understand me more than anyone, and I hope that one day I will be able to know you the same way the you know me.”

         “One day, babe, I promise,” he gives my hand a squeeze. “Feel free to ask questions whenever you want to know something.”

         “I actually have something to ask right now,” I look around to try and figure out where in the mansion we are. “When the fuck are we going to get to my room?”

         He chuckles, and I feel my heart swell with a fondness for the boy in front of me. “In just another minute or so. Geez, I didn’t know you wanted to get in my pants that bad.”

         I shake my head as a laugh passes through my lips, “Don’t get crazy cocky now, boy. You don’t even know if we’ll go that far.”

         “Are you worried because you’re out of practice?”

         “I hate Sooyoung so much,” I grumble.

         Taehyung chuckles as he continues to lead me through the halls towards my room. He’s going a way that I didn’t even know was possible to get from the ballroom to my room, but he’s lived here longer than I. Plus, I only go to places where my friends are so there is no reason for me to explore when I have free time.

         “I really thought we would get caught,” Taehyung speaks up as he opens the door to my room. “Good thing we didn’t,” he grins as we walk into my room

         “Depends on who would have caught us,” I take a deep breath as I kick the door of my room shut, turning so I can click the lock. “Now, no one can interrupt.”

         “Ah, you sly girl,” Taehyung gives me a tug, so I spin around and land in his arms. “I can’t believe that we are doing this. I can’t believe that I am with you right now. Are you sure this isn’t a dream?” His fingers toy with the zipper of my dress.

         “I only have nightmares, so this definitely is not a dream for me,” I lovingly smile up at my boyfriend. “This is all real, and I am so glad that it is.”

         “How about I go wipe all the make-up off my face, and you can make sure Snow doesn’t try to stop us from having a good time?” He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss before pulling his arms away and heading to my bathroom.

         “Sounds like a good plan,” I mumble to myself as I walk over to a sleepy Snow on my bed. “Hi baby,” I give her a few good scratches on the head. “Can you do me a favor and sleep in my office tonight? I have a boy, and I know that last time it didn’t end well, but this time it’s going to, so don’t worry.”

         Snow lifts her head up, letting out a tiny bark, before climbing off my bed and heading into my office.

         “You are a good girl, Snow. I’ll make sure to get you a lot of treats tomorrow,” I giggle, taking my crown off and setting it on the bedside table.

         “How do I look?” Taehyung’s voice has me spinning on my heel to see that the fake blood and teeth are gone, and his eyes are back to the brown that I could get lost in.

         “Even more handsome,” I smirk, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. “You take my breath away, Tae.”

         “You make me realize that all the bad stuff that has happened in my life was for a reason, because it led me to you,” he slowly walks up to me, placing a hand on my cheek. “You make all the hurt, the pain, all the days that I didn’t know if I would make it to see the sun, you make it all worth it.” He is quick to grab my hips and toss me into the middle of my bed.

         “Tae,” I burst into giggles. “You are so sweet.”

         “I’ll always be sweet to you, kitten,” he crawls to be hovering over me. “I won’t hurt you. I wouldn’t even think about making you feel pain.”

         “Good, because I experienced that already,” I reach up to caress his cheek. “It was kind of shit, to be honest.”

         “I’ll show you what true love is,” he whispers, leaning down to connect our lips.

         I feel myself melting into the kiss that breaks into the two of us frantically trying to grasp onto the other. Taehyung’s hands are roaming all over my sides as my hands are running through his hair, tugging when I see fit. He shrugs his cape off, and I kick my flats to the floor. His hand pulls the zipper down my back, and I fumble as I unbuckle his pants.

         “Tae…hyung,” I breath out as his lips move to press onto my neck.

         “Do you need something, kitten?” Taehyung slides my dress of my shoulders.

         “You won’t get me to say you,” I smirk, tugging his pants down his thighs. “I hope you have a certain something in a pocket of yours.”

         “Are you saying you don’t have one in a drawer?” He lifts his head from my neck, kicking his pants off.

         “You’d know if I did,” I stick my tongue out at him for a few seconds.

         He sits up on his knees, grabbing his pants and pulling a condom out of a pocket. “I thought that I might as well have one in case. If you don’t want to do this, let me know, and we’ll stop at any time. Cuddling with you as we fall asleep is just as great as sex.”

         “I have a few things to say before,” I push myself to sit up; not caring that the top of my dress is now sitting below my breasts. “I will have you killed if this was just a long plot to get into my pants. I will never forgive you if you break my heart, because I have been heartbroken before. It’s worse than any other pain I have felt, and I don’t want to feel that from you. I don’t want us to spend all our alone time doing sexual acts. I want our relationship to be more than that type of intimacy. I’m so madly in love with you, Taehyung, and I am afraid that at any moment it could all come crashing down around me.”

         “I won’t let it crash down around us,” he slowly starts pulling my dress farther down my body. “This is not a long scheme to just have a little fun with you, and I intend to keep your heart together for the rest of time. Our relationship will be built on all our coffee shop dates, and motorcycle rides, and the conversations we have as I hack away to find your past. I know that you have been lied to by someone you thought was in love with you, but I am not lying to you when I say that I love you. I love you will all my heart.”

         “Then let’s get back to what we were doing,” I shimmy all the way out of my dress. “We’ve got all night, and nowhere to be in the morning.”

         “God, you’re perfect,” Taehyung gently tackles me. “I’m right where I am meant to be, and it’s going to be like that for a long time.”

********

         My eyes crack open as I slowly wake up from one of the best night sleeps I have had in a long time. Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around my middle as I am curled into his chest. The events of last night burned onto our skin as bruises from kisses or fingers.

         “Good morning, babe,” Taehyung runs a hand over my hair.

         “How do you know I’m awake?” I mumble, feeling a scratch in my throat.

         “Your breathing changed, so unless you were having a nightmare, I would say that you have finally shaken sleep off.”

         I scoff, “Finally? Have you been awake long or something?”

         “I’m a hacker, babe. I don’t require a lot of sleep, but I promise you that I did get a good night’s rest.”

         “That’s good,” I tilt my head to look up at Taehyung with his hair looking like a bird’s nest. “Ah, if I can wake up to your cute face all the time, that would be the best.”

         “What about waking up without any clothes on?” He presses a kiss to the crown of my head.

         “We have underwear on,” I give his stomach a few pokes. “You have to clean up after sexy times. Besides, sleeping ass naked is not comfortable.”

         “But sleeping without a shirt is,” his runs a finger up my ribs, stopping before my boob. “I’m not complaining, believe me.”

         “Guys sleep without shirts all the time, so why can’t girls?” I raise my eyebrows in defiance. “Come on Tae, don’t be close minded,” I giggle.

         “You are such a dork,” he taps my nose with his index finger. “I wonder how long the party went last night.”

         “I’m sure it was past midnight. I wonder if we got any of the young guys to become our partners. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those guys become our partners just to see me more.”

         “Too bad that they will soon find out that you are not available,” Taehyung’s hand glides down to rest on my hip. “The looks on people’s faces when we get to show Seoul that the Areum Min is dating one of the boys that worked for her dad, and now works for the sibling pair.”

         “Don’t think of yourself as below me, Taehyung,” I push my lip out in a pout. “We are equals, both looking for the same answer to the problems that are plaguing Bangtan. Once I figure out how to tell my brother about us without him killing you and grounding me for the rest of my life, we can stop sneaking around all the time. But you are not inferior to me, Tae. Okay? We work together.”

         “I don’t see you as my boss anyways. Just Yoongi is the one who tells me what to do. To me, you are my lovely girlfriend that I love so much, and I want to make sure I do whatever I can to make her happy.”

         I open my mouth to reciprocate the affection, but at the same time my door handle begins to make noise as someone tries to open it.

         “Areum?” Yoongi’s voice shouts from the other side.

         “Shit, shit, fuck,” I shoot up into a sitting position, covering my bare chest with my arms. “Tae, he can’t know you were in here,” I fearfully look over at Taehyung who is now sitting up with me. “We have to figure something before he just busts my door down.”

         “Areum! Are you okay!” Yoongi calls out again, jiggling the handle with more force.

         “Are you going to answer him?” Taehyung questions, slipping out of my bed.

         Snow rushes into the room, unsure whether she should bark or not, so she just keeps quiet.

         “Fuck no,” I scramble out of my bed. “I have an idea.”

         “Spill the beans, babe.”

         “Gather all the clothes, take them to my bathroom. I’ll turn my music on, and I’ll start up the shower. You stay in there, as I doubt Yoongi will go in there. I’ll put a robe on, and get him to leave.”

         “Sounds perfect,” Taehyung rushes past me, placing a hasty kiss on my lips before he begins to collect out costumes from last night that lie all over the floor of my room.

         I run into my bathroom as Yoongi begins to give spaced out pounds to my door. My white robe is hanging on a hook by my shower, so I quickly grab it and slip it on. Then I go to my sound system that is connect to multiple speakers in my bathroom, clicking The Greatest Showman soundtrack to play from the speakers only in the shower. In the next few seconds, I turn my shower on, spotting Taehyung with his arms full of clothes scurrying into the bathroom.

         “He’s stopped pounding, but now he won’t stop calling your name,” Taehyung drops the clothes in the tub.

         “I’m going,” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my heartbeat. “Hopefully it doesn’t take too long,” I step up to be right in front of my boyfriend, glancing down at his soft stomach. “I’m not sure if I said it last night, but I love that you don’t have abs. My stomach can get toned, but I can never get abs. You just don’t give a shit as long as you stay healthy.”

         “I sit at a computer for most of my day,” he reaches down to tie my robe, making sure all my hickeys are covers. “If I exercise, it’s me pacing around my room. Also, riding a motorcycle takes a bit of strength.” He gives me a quick kiss on my lips. “Now, go get your brother before he finds us like this. We’ll talk about my stomach later.”

         I giggle, “I love you, Taehyungie. I’m glad that you are here with me.”

         He flashes his boxy smile, giving me a push towards the door.

         I put a little skip in my step, trying to get the smile off my face as I reach my door and turn the lock. “What do you want brother?” I swing my door open to see Yoongi standing on the other side with a scowl on his face.

         “Areum, what the fuck were you doing? Why was your door locked?” Yoongi looks over my shoulder. “Is someone in there with you?”

         “Only Snow,” I snap to get Snow to let out a sharp bark. “Can you hear my shower running? Or the music playing? I was about to hop in the shower before heading down to have breakfast. My shower is glass, and I would rather that my brother doesn’t see me naked, so that’s why my door was locked.”

         Yoongi narrows his gaze at me, “You disappeared from the party last night, and no one knew where you went besides Sooyoung. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?”

         “I’m a big girl, and I wasn’t going to leave the mansion, so I didn’t think I needed to find you out to let you know I was heading to bed,” I effortlessly lie through my teeth.

         “At least you told someone,” he lets out a breath. “I get worried sometimes because its hard to tell if you are doing okay with all the fucked-up shit that has happened to us.”

         “I’d tell you if I was in a dark place, I promise,” I tenderly smile, reaching out to grab my brother’s hand. “Besides, I am feeling great right now. I have a great circle of friends, and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not just to please some girl’s fathers. I am in charge of an organization that I have dreamt of leading with my brother since I first was introduced to the whole operation. Sure, somethings could be better, but all things considered, life is going up.”

         “That’s good to hear,” he briefly grins. “Oh, I almost forgot why I came up here in the first place. In a few hours we are going to hold a meeting to talk about the party. We need to go over all the partners sticking by our side, and the group of new partners that we are going to start working with. Plus, there were a lot of people there last night, so I want to make sure that nothing weird happened.”

         “That sounds like a great idea,” I nod, letting go of his hand. “Is a few hours three or four?”

         “Just get to the meeting room after you eat breakfast,” Yoongi reaches out and pats my shoulder. “I’ll leave you to preform as you get ready.”

         I giggle as I feel a light heat raise to my cheeks. “I’m just singing with a smidge of dancing. I need to make my mornings exciting somehow.”

         “Of course you do, Bambi,” Yoongi chuckles, turning to walk down the hall. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

         “Have fun doing whatever until then!” I call out to my brother, shutting my bedroom door and locking it again. “That went about as good as I could have hoped.”

I take a deep breath, heading back to my bathroom.

         Taehyung is swaying to the rhythm of a song that is muffled to my ears. I’m not sure how much music he listens to, but if I can see him dance more, I’ll play music all the time. He just keeps doing things that make me fall in love with him more and more.

         “Tae,” I tap my knuckles against the glass walls of my shower to get Taehyung’s attention.

         He spins around, a boxy smile lighting up his face. “Come on in!”

         I giggle, untying my robe to push it off my shoulders and to the floor. “He’s all I have ever needed in my life,” I mumble as I slip out of my underwear.

         He opens the shower door, leaning his head out to get a clear look at me. “Oh, kitten, you are marked up.”

         “That’s your doing,” I walk over to the shower, giving him a gentle shove so he’ll give me room to enter. “Not that I mind. It just means I have to wear outfits that cover them, and it’s getting colder so that won’t be hard.” The shower door closes behind me, and I make my way to be under the water.

         “I wish I could give you one of my sweatshirts, like a cliché love story couple.” He begins to bob his head to the beat of ‘Come Alive’ blasting through the speakers. “Is this a new album that you are obsessed with? I don’t think I’ve heard these songs before.”

         “It’s from a movie that Sooyoung and I watch a few days ago to try and take our minds off of all the shit that’s been going on,” I grab the shampoo bottle, squirting too much into my palm. “Damn it, I can never get used to short hair.”

         “I think that you look so cute with short hair,” Taehyung turns to look at all the bottles I have lined up on the shower bench. “When are you going to dye it?”

         “Maybe after the meeting today,” I shrug as I massage the shampoo into my hair. “You wouldn’t mind if I sang along to the music, would you?”

         “If that’s what you want to do, than I would be a terrible boyfriend to tell you no,” he grins, picking up the one bottle of dog shampoo that I use on Snow. “Teach me the lyrics, and then I can sing along too.”

         “How about we promise to watch the movie together, so you can understand what the songs are even talking about?”

         “I would love to do that, babe. If we have a night where we just want to relax, I’d love to have a movie night with you.”

         “When the world becomes a fantasy, and you’re more than you could ever be, cause your dreaming with your eyes wide open,” I effortlessly sing along to the song that feels like it is narrating my life. “And we know we can’t go back again, to the world that we were living in, cause we’re dreaming with our eyes wide open,” I hold my hand out to Taehyung. “So, come alive!”

         He places his hand in mine, “You are adorable, and I can’t get over it. I’ll come alive, just as long as you stay by my side.”

********

         “Good morning Jin!” I announce my presence as I enter the kitchen. “You think you could make me breakfast?”

         “Ah, Pumpkin,” Seokjin grins as he dries his hands on a towel. “What are you craving?”

         The kitchen is empty besides the two of us since breakfast time ended about an hour ago, and lunch won’t start for another hour. It’s nice to be alone when I want to spend time with Seokjin.

         “Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a hot chocolate,” I pull a barstool out from under the island, hopping up onto it. “Life has been crazy, and I haven’t been able to come in here to just chill in what feels like a long time.”

         “What’s got you all happy?” Seokjin teases as he begins to make my order. “After last night, I would think that you would be tired from having to talk to all those people. But you have more energy than my dog, and that’s saying a lot.”

         “Harmony is a buddle of energy because you feed her only the best,” I giggle, nervously fixing the collar of my light pink turtleneck sweater. “I’m just really happy with where my life is right now, that’s all. Last night was fun to dress up and see everyone else’s costumes. I have been able to do my classes in the library, so I don’t have to deal with the gazes of my classmates. Even with how out there my life is, it feels like a sort of normal has returned.”

         “I don’t doubt that all you are saying is true, but there’s another reason that you are acting like a girl in love,” Seokjin glances back at me with a smirk on his lips. “Usually that means you are in love. However, I know that Yoongi is very strict with his rules for who you can date, and you have yet to bring a boy home from school after that one guy years ago. Also, the kitchen is the one place where gossip thrives, so I know that you are hiding a boy from your brother.”

         I feel my breath catch in my throat, wondering who I’ve told that would spread my most precious secret around. “Who told you? How do you even know it’s a boy? Does no one believe that Sooyoung and I could be dating?”

         “If you and Sooyoung were dating, it would be all over the city,” he chuckles. “Everyone trusts me, seeing as I am the main person that handles all the food in this place. Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone and been a therapist instead of a chef with all the people that ask me for advice.”

         “Are you telling me that Taehyung came in here and told you himself?” I clench my hands into fists as they rest on my lap.

         “Nope, but you just told me everything that I wanted to know,” he turns to fully face me. “So, you are dating the hacker, and that would explain why you are so happy this morning. Aw, Pumpkin, did the two of you spend the night together?” He shoots a wink my way before turning back to the stove.

         My face feels like it is on fire the second after the words come out of Seokjin’s mouth. “What? No, no, that’s not it. I mean, I’m happy that I finally have someone in my life that makes me feel so loved, and that I love him back just as much. Fuck it,” I anxiously run my fingers through my hair. “Why do I always get embarrassed when the subject of sex is brought up?”

         “Maybe it has to do with the fact that you are innocent?”

         “I could kill a man, I fucking swear more than some guys, and if I could, I would drink a lot more than I do right now. I’m not innocent, but whenever asked about my sex life, that’s when my whole brain scrambles.”

         Seokjin begins to dish my food onto a plate. “Maybe you just don’t like to talk about something as private as that. There’s nothing wrong with getting flustered over it. You don’t have to talk about it with me, and I’m sure you don’t want to.”

         “I’ll keep it in between Tae and I,” I briefly grin as he slides the plate of food over to me.

         “The turtleneck makes more sense now that I know what you did after the party, though,” he walks past me, patting my head as he goes to get my mug for the hot chocolate.

         “Sooyoung will go crazy when I tell her,” I sigh, shaking my head at the very thought of letting my best friend know. “Well, I feel a bit better letting someone else know that I am no longer single.”

         “You’re not single?” Namjoon’s voice shocks me as the man enters the kitchen. “Is that why I don’t drive you home some days?”

         “Can I catch a break?” I groan, looking up at the ceiling.

         “Oh, Areum, you have to tell everyone eventually,” Seokjin is back at the stove, carefully pouring the hot chocolate into my snowman mug that I begin to use after Halloween. “Might as well tell everyone that isn’t your brother right now.”

         “Who gets the honor of calling little Min their girlfriend?” Namjoon pulls a barstool out, placing in next to me before taking a seat. “I have been waiting for this day, so that I can tease you when I drive you around. Also, because the last lover boy you had was a prick, and I wanted to make sure that you didn’t give up on love.”

         “I did give up on love until I met the one,” I take a deep breath. “Love was ruined by my first real boyfriend being the biggest fucking asshole. Cheaters will burn in hell, and I hope that whoever he’s with now doesn’t end up the way that I did. No one deserves to feel that kind of pain.”

         “Enough about he who means nothing to anyone here anymore,” Seokjin places my mug and chopsticks in front of me, leaning his elbows against the counter. “Tell Namjoon who gets to be your one and only now.”

         “Fine,” I pick up my pair of chopsticks, twirling them around in my fingers. “I’m sure you know our top hacker, and you may know how he has the honor of keeping an eye on me. Well, Taehyung, he’s the one that I have fallen face first for.”

         “A mafia boy,” Namjoon slowly nods. “It was bound to happen one day since you spend all your time in this mansion. Yoongi won’t like it, but he doesn’t want his little sister to be with anyone after what happened.”

         “I don’t know if there will be a good time to tell him, and that sucks because I really do love Taehyung,” I shove food into my mouth.

         “That’s so cute,” Namjoon pokes my side multiple times. “You are so cute, Areum. You’ll be able to tell him. There will be a right time to tell him, and he will have to accept it because that’s love.”

         “Taehyung has been here longer than most of your friends, hasn’t he?” Seokjin speaks up.

         “He was here when my mom was alive,” I pick up my mug, gently blowing in a wasted attempt to cool it down. “I’ve known him longer than Sooyoung, but he was locked in my memories because of therapy sessions forced upon me.” I rapidly shake my head to get the very thought out of my mind.

         “You were meant to be together, then,” Seokjin straightens up.

         I tenderly smile, “Yeah, I think we were meant to be together. It’s like our destiny, so we were always going to come back to one another. It just took a few road bumps to get there.”

         “Besides leaving the party early, did you enjoy it while you were there?”

         “Yoongi was frantic until Sooyoung said you felt ill and went to your room,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at me. “Wait a second, were you even sick?”

         “I went to my room, and you can piece together what happened there,” I pat Namjoon on the shoulder. “And to answer your question, Jin, I did enjoy most of the party while I was at it. It was fun seeing all the costumes, and eating your amazing food. Having to talk to all those people was exhausting, but I will get used to it as I’ll have to do it a lot since I am co-leading this organization,” I take a sip of my hot chocolate, surprising myself when I don’t burn my tongue.

         “I’m gonna have to talk to Taehyung more to keep up with you,” Namjoon whispers to himself, but I know he intended for me to hear him.

         “I bet Taehyung will be bragging to everyone,” I shake me head, rolling my eyes. “If you are listening, Tae, just don’t give it all away. I do see these people every day.”

         “Are you crazy?” Seokjin walks over to place the back of his palm to my forehead. “He’s not in here, you know that, right?”

         “But there are CCTV’s in here, and his main job is to keep an eye on whatever I do.” I shrug, “Sooyoung and I talk to him all the time when we hang out in my room.”

         Seokjin pulls his hand away, walking back to his spot, “Well, I don’t think I will get over how great it is that you have found someone that you care deeply about and who cares that much right back. It’s a feeling that can never be replaced or copied.”

         “How is leading going with your brother?” Namjoon brings the conversation back to a less gushy topic.

         “Well, we have been trying to figure out the secret behind our parents, which has been going slow. Then he has been working on figuring out what to do with the older partners, while I have been tasked with learning the few new partners that will hopefully grow since the party. We planned the Halloween party together, and in just a little while I’ll be in a meeting going over all that happen.”

         “What’s going to happen with your schooling? Will I not be driving you to campus next semester?”

         “Nope,” I flash my gummy smile as I shake my head once. “I am going online for all my classes, and then I can focus on being a godmother, which is something that I have been waiting to be for years now.”

         “Godmother?” Seokjin raises his eyebrows, barely grinning at me. “Is that what you came up with?”

         “Yoongi is the godfather, so that makes me the godmother of Bangtan. It’s the only thing that makes sense, so that’s what I am sticking with,” I go back to shoving food into my mouth.

         “I’ll miss driving you to school, but I’m sure I will still get the chance to drive you around. Unless you are with Taehyung on his motorcycle,” Namjoon chuckles. “I bet you love handing onto his torso as he takes you to wherever he wants to take you.”

         “It is fun,” I shield my mouth with my hand, letting my hunger overtake my want to tell these two guys everything on my mind. “Can you two let me eat now? I can talk once I have had my fill.”

         “You are the boss,” Seokjin salutes me before walking over wash the dishes he dirtied to make my breakfast. “Namjoon and I will just talk until you’re ready. I’ll catch him up on all he missed.”

         “Yeah, like did you leave the party because you were sick, or because of wanting to spend time with Taehyung?” Namjoon puts his elbows on the counter, placing his face in his hands.

         “I thought you were the smart one,” I mumble, bringing my mug back up to my lips. “If I got sick, everyone would have known about it.”

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A long chapter partly because I feel so bad for having you all wait to get it, and partly because I had so many ideas in my head and they all fit perfectly in this chapter. I hope that you enjoyed reading, and I would love to know what you thought! I am really proud of how this one turned out, and everything is slowing falling into place. :D

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HONEY - (Bangtan Boys mini series)

A/N: not fully edited yet

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 7.6k

Joon always reminded me of honey, smooth and wet. From the way he spoke to the way he moved. 

Even as we both trade abrasive words in class, rallying back and forth as we try to make known our top tier positions academically. Namjoon is far smarter than me. This much I know. The guy is an actual genius with which that could not be argued with. He corrected professors, he pointed out contradictions in course material, and more often than not he made his disdain for me known whenever I went up against him. I picked fights with him. It was clear to everyone. He’d say one thing, and I made it my sole purpose to side with the opposite. It was petty and completely unnecessary; I’m sure our professors found our sparring to be a waste of time on most days. 

“Which is why the statement “Shakespeare is overrated” is neither accurate nor is it valid, Y/n. Not only has he contributed many words to the modern English language, its undeniable that he has changed the way authors and playwrights tell stories,” he ends his ten minute rant by shooting me one last look of distaste.

I irritate him. I’m mostly ok with that considering that any attention from him is good attention. He’d reminded me of honey, and the only time I could get his eyes on me was when we were fighting. I’d relished in the times that he’d narrow his dark brown eyes on me, his full lips going a mile a minute as he’d battled my made up opinions. He talked slowly but quick all at once. He’d take long beats of time to formulate his attacks before spewing them out without even a breath in between. If I was anyone else, If I didn’t love every bit of attention he’d given me, maybe he would’ve broken me semesters ago. 

“One day you’re going to make him snap,” Seokjin smiles while we walk from European literature. 

Namjoon  left before us, knowing that his friend would walk me to my next class after we grab something to eat. I think it further irritated him that I found a way to be friends with all of his roommates. He’d refused to both join a fraternity as well as leave his friends alone to fend for themselves. He’s the most responsible one out of all seven boys, even managing to keep the older ones in line too. That’s just how Joon is, he’s in control of most things in his life. 

“That’s the plan,” I smile brightly up at him. 

“Why are you such a brat, Y/N-,” Seokjin winces immediately after speaking as a hand slaps the back of his neck. The younger boy joins us naturally, a sweet wide smile on his face while he teases his friend. He shakes his dark hair out of his face before tucking his hands into the deep pockets of of his oversized black hoodie. 

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I’m older than you, you know?” Seokjin says knowing that it’ll start a fight. I sigh waiting for the inevitable; JK hits Seokjin, Jin reminds him that he’s five years older than him and demands respect, JK pretends like none of that matter, chaos ensues until another boy shows up to break it up.

“And you still don’t know how the talk politely to women,” JK clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

I watch the two of them bicker back and forth, trading neck slaps and dodging each other on the crowded sidewalk. I watch as the other students get out of the way of their playing, not batting an eyelash as JK dramatically rolls on the ground to dodge Seokjin’s attack. 

The Bangtan boys have always been a spectacle. In the beginning they were foreign exchange students who seemed to be good at everything all at once. They were all so close that everyone thought that they were real brothers, no one really bothered to correct them because for all intents and purposes, they are. Seokjin quickly became the lead of Thespian Club, Yoongi an irreplaceable shooting guard on the school’s basketball team, JK and Tae have founded a whole gaming club as well as being members of the men’s choir, and Jimin is student body president as well as the co leader of the dance team with Hoseok who is also a member of the diversity board. As for Namjoon, there isn’t enough time to list all of his accolades. 

He’s a genius. Not even speaking in terms of comparability to the other students at the university. Namjoon is a genius compared to the world. With an IQ of 148 he surpassed me easily. I think that’s why I liked to mess with him so much. I know that I can never beat him academically. We both know, but I think it annoyed him that I wouldn’t stop trying. 

We finally get to the sandwich restaurant on campus. We spot Jimin and Taehyung easily. All the Bangtan boys have a draw to them. Invisible halos that draws the eye the minute they enter a room. They could be doing the most mundane thing in the world, like sitting at a restaurant with their noses buried in One Piece, and they’ve got the whole room’s attention. Jimin with his high cheekbones that cause the apples of his cheeks to puff up when he smiles and silver hair, Tae with his angular features that no doubt belong on a runway. It’s hard not to look at them, What’s worse is that all seven boys hold the same charm. Gazes move from the two young boys in the center of the lunch room toward the two boys who are still fighting playfully as we make our way to our friends.

“Y/N, are you coming over tonight?” Jimin asks, while leaning forward to see me past Tae. 

I shake my head as I pull out my buzzing cellphone. It’s Hoseok, telling us that he’s buying us all burgers and if we want something else it’s a little too late. The boys all ignore the text, fine with anything as always. Yoongi tells us that he’s skipping lunch to go work on some music before his game tonight. I see Namjoon’s floating icon pop up, showing that he’s read the message. It’s been weeks since he’d had lunch with us. Usually he’s able to ignore me and focus solely on the boys. Out of the blue he’d started going to the library during the first break in his schedule.

“I rather not sit through passive aggressive Namjoon finding different ways to express his hate for me without being too obvious,”

Hope brings sets two trays full of food in the middle of the booth table we’re all sitting at. His hair is back to black meaning that he’s either changed the girl he’s sleeping with this week or his preferred dance style. He’s entirely too predictable and he’s fine with it. He catches my eye as he slides into the booth beside me and passes JK a drink.

“Oh, he 100% hates you,” he says seriously. “Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I only got you one burger. Don’t eat too fast,”

JK smiles around his already full mouth. He sips at his drink to wash his food down so he can speak. “It’s ok. Jin Hyung will get the next round,”

“What do I look like to you, huh?” Seokjin points across the table at JK who laughs at having riled up the oldest again. “I spend so much money on you, neglecting the other maknaes all in the name of putting food in front of you,”

“Maybe if you weren’t old you wouldn’t have to bare the responsibilities that come with being the eldest,”

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook!” 

The rest of the boys ignore them as they get into another round of bickering. It escalates when Jin reaches out for a neck slice which JK dodges easily. Hope rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone. 

“Hyung, doesn’t hate you,” Tae says not looking up from the graphic novel in his hands. He opens his lips wide as Jimin shoves a French fry into his mouth. 

He flicks his strawberry pink bangs out of his face and focuses on his story. That’s how Tae is. Either he’s completely absorbed in our conversation or he’s only giving us half of his attention. He’s almost done with his book, so I expect by tonight he’ll be the center of chaos with JK. 

It’s not that I actually think Namjoon dislikes me. He wouldn’t let me get to him so much if there isn’t just a hint of fond there. At least, I hope so. I hope there’s a part of him that likes going at it with me as much as I do. Still, sometimes it feels like he’d give anything to get me to shut up. Or maybe it’s that he wants to be the one to do so. Again, I hope so. God, I really want him to. 

It isn’t news that Namjoon is attractive. Whatever trait you’re into, he has it. He’s incredibly intelligent, able to outsmart just about anyone on campus. He’s physically attractive, slightly tan skin, tall, large just about everywhere. He’s funny when he’s with his friends, protective, sensitive, and just about anything else you could think of. God, I sound like I’m in love with the guy. If I’m honest, maybe I am a little. Maybe that’s the point of all of this.

“This is dangerous territory,” Hope warns looking a up form his one and at his friend who don’t seem to have a problem with spilling all of Namjoon’s secrets. His warning seems serious but he speaks around a large bite of the burger in his hands. There’s sauce on his cheek, JK reaches out to wipe his jaw quickly before going back to his own meal. 

“I think he wants to sleep with you,” Jimin proclaims before wincing as Hope and Seokjin hit either side of his shoulders at the same time. “Hey, why should I lie?”

“Where’s your loyalty, Jimin,” Hope asks frowning at him. 

Jimin shrugs. 

“With whoever is in the room I guess. And I’m not betraying Joonie Hyung. I’m taking the steps he’s too prideful to take,”

It would be funny if I wasn’t too focused on how all five boys look to be hiding something. It’s not fair for me to exploit Jimin’s weak ties, right? I’m going to do it anyway. As smart as Namjoon is, he’s not necessarily right about everything. I can’t imagine I’ve done something so bad for him to avoid me so much that he’d sacrifice spending time with his friends. 

“Which are,” I prod. 

JK covers Jimin’s mouth to keep him from speaking. If there’s anyone loyal to Namjoon it’s going to be the youngest. He’s shown a reverence for the other boy plenty of time, even refusing to take my side on most occasions. I can’t expect him to tell me what’s going on without a little work. 

“JK,” I say pushing my lips out in a pout. 

He’s young, not quite accustomed to the charms of women. Though he knows he’s incredibly attractive, he’s not quite sure how to act around girls yet. His cheeks turn red as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Like a deer in headlights, he looks a little innocent and a lot startled. 

“Don’t fall for it, Kookie,” Hope warns again. 

I roll my eyes and try again, blocking Hoseok’s strict expression with my hand on his face. He makes an obnoxious noise of anguish before quieting down. Satisfied, I remove my hand and let him eat in peace. Tae continues to ignore us, Seokjin watches in silence as Jimin’s eyes light up in mischief. 

“You know I like your hyung, JK. It’s not like I’ll use anything you tell me against him,”

That’s only half true. I’m going to get Kim Namjoon to admit to liking me even if it’s just a little bit. That’s my mission.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but Mon Hyung would kill me-,” JK curses as Jimin bites his hand that’s still slapped down on his mouth. He shakes the sting off as Jimin shakes free of his hold.

“You made out with him at a party last Summer and he thinks you’re purposely ignoring it,” Jimin rushes out quickly.

More curses, this time from Seokjin, Hope, and JK. Tae smiles to himself but only flips the page of his book, completely unbothered and only slightly entertained. I knew I can count on one of the younger boys. I make a note to address JK’s misplaced alliance later. 

“I kissed Namjoon?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I would call it more foreplay than a ‘kiss’, if I’m honest. It was at one of our house parties and I honestly felt like I was watching a very well shot, very realistic dirty movie,”

I look at Seokjin who only shrugs. “It was intense,”

“We didn’t-,”

Hope shakes his head. “You passed out before anything could happen. Namjoon took you up to JK’s room and that was it,”

“Last summer?” I ask, still trying to piece it all together. 

The memory doesn’t even seem remotely familiar. I’d passed out in the bangtan house more than once, crashed in JK’s room even more times than I can remember considering he has an aversion to his own bed. This could have happened at anytime.

“Either you’re repressing the memory or you actually don’t remember,” Hope says while going back to stuffing his face. 

“Why am I only finding out now?” I frown. “I’ve been asking you guys what I’d done wrong for a year and a half now,”

“Namjoon Hyung is scary when he wants to be. We all promised we wouldn’t say anything. Jimin, whatever he does to you, you deserve it,” Tae contributes while closing his book. 

I agree, the recent turn of events are more interesting than anything else. I’ve been friends with these boys for just over three years now. I’m without a doubt the closest friend outside of the seven of them that they have. They’re my best friends, all of them; even Namjoon if he would stop acting like a dickhead all of the time. 

Jimin shrugs and has the nerve to look smug. “I’m his favorite. He won’t care,”

He’s  right. Jimin won’t get in trouble for spilling Joon’s secrets. 

I eventually agree to go over tonight. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Yoongi with how busy he’s been with practice and working on music. Still, it’s Namjoon that my heartbeat doubles for. I haven’t spent anytime with him outside of class in a while. Granted usually our time is spent sitting on opposite ends of the couch and shooting each other passive aggressive jabs. Still, I miss him.

Ironically, its Joon that opens the door when I get to their shared house. I’d decided to confront him about the whole “kiss” from last summer, still not completely believing the boys. I can’t imagine touching Namjoon at all and being able to forget about it. I needed an upper hand with him, though. I may annoy him most of the time with my picking and what not, but there’s still a part of him, even if solely on the physical level, that is attracted to me. I use that small fact to my advantage.

“You’re here,” he says. 

It’s hard not to respond to him. I feel my body heat as he looks down at me. He speaks slowly like he’s not in a rush to let me in; typical. His body stays in the door way, blocking me from entering. We play this game every time I come over. His arms cross over his chest like he has no plans of letting me in anytime soon. As always, I look forward to it. We aren’t in class now, he’s free to let me have any insult he wants. 

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t observant, Kim Namjoon,” I smile up at him.

He looks at my attire, the dusty pink dress stops right at the top of my thighs showing more skin than not. I watch his eyes rake over my body before he frowns at me again, a ‘W’ shaped line in the middle of his forehead. His jaw ticks once before pushing out just a bit. 

“Did you have a date?” He’s obviously only pretending to care. I can tell by the sarcastic way his eye brow raises. 

I raise my eyebrow back at him, unable to stop a smirk. “You care?”

“Does it matter?” he challenges, grating my nerves. Sighing, he smiles while giving me a scathing look. “Besides, it couldn’t have ended well if you’re here begging for attention as always”

“From who exactly,” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t miss how his eyes flick down to my chest. His gaze lingers longer than he’s ever allowed himself to. 

“It’s whom,” he corrects. “From whom is the proper-,”

“You don’t ever shut up, do you?” I interrupt becoming irritated. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is us. It’s dysfunctional and very stupid, but its how we’ve done things for the majority of the time that I’ve known him. 

“Namjoon, we both know that you don’t like me enough to care what I do,”

“Stop telling people I don’t like you,” he frowns as if he’s just remembering something. “And stop grilling Jimin for information,” 

He turns, leaving the door open, finally letting me in. 

“The guys aren’t here,” he calls over his shoulder. 

I follow him to the kitchen where our friends usually gather. He’s right, no one is home. This kind of seems like a set up. Just a little.

“Yoongi hyung has a game, Seokjin hyung and JK are there. Jimin and Tae are seeing a movie and Hope left an hour ago,”

Very convenient. I’m in the middle of sending a heated text message to the group chat about leaving me alone with Namjoon after telling me about you kiss last summer. Unfortunately for me, Namjoon is the type to talk about everything. Even if he’s not particularly fond of me, I can sense a discussion on the horizon. At least if the boys were here I’d have a bit of backup. This feels like an ambush with nowhere to run.

He hands me a bottle of water as he pulls one out for himself as well. I take a seat on a stool at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Namjoon leans against the refrigerator, his eyes on me as he takes a sip of water. His eyes never leave mine and its pretty hard for me to look anywhere else beside the deep dimples around his mouth that appears as he gulps down water. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his upper lip 

I can’t remember the last time I’d been left alone with Joon. It was never awkward between us, but I was definitely closer to any one of the other guys than him. But he was also the only one of the Bangtan boys that I was ever attracted to. He just wasn’t approachable in that way, though He was always doing his own thing, always studying, tutoring, working on music. It wasn’t standoffish, he was just busy. Then it became that he’d rather do anything other than spend any amount of time with me.

The more I think about it, it was last year that we’d started losing patience with each other. As irritating as he is sometimes, I still like him. I really like him. His peach colored hair is starting to grown out just a bit already, darkening at his roots. He’s wearing his glasses, so either he was studying or working on something. Whichever it was, he looks incredibly domesticated in his t-shirt and sweatpants. I look at his feet to see his favorite character on his slippers. Its cute. The hidden parts of Namjoon that he hides away from everyone else but has no problem showing the other boys. I find it endearing. 

“So are you going to stay until they get home or what?” He breaks me out of my thoughts of him.

“We’re friends right Joon?” I ask without really meaning to.

I’ve been thinking of our strained relationship all day,  not really able to focus on anything else. Because at the end of the day, I want to be friends with Namjoon. If nothing else, we could get back to how things were when they first showed up. 

“We used to be able to at least hold a conversation without jumping down each other’s throats,”

“Friends?” He raises an eye brow at me before taking a few steps forward, and leans against the counter, taking me by surprise. 

Namjoon doesn’t have an ordinary face. I can’t explain it. He’s rough, hard angled , but he’s also soft. I know if I would reach out he’d feel the same way against my finger tips.

“You do everything you can to piss me off, and you want to be friends?”

I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off of his mouth when he’s this close. 

“I want you to remind me about last summer, actually,”

He draws back slightly, looking almost..embarrassed. God, he really does think I’m purposely ignoring the supposed kiss. I thought I was being immature by purposely getting under his skin sometimes, but this is beyond childish. Unless he thinks that I actually regret it. Can’t regret anything you don’t remember Namjoon. 

“I don’t remember the kiss, Joon,” I tell him quietly.

He rolls his eyes and draws back further. His chin juts out; a sign that he’s agitated. I’m getting on his nerves again, not in the banter-like way, more that he’s ten seconds away from throwing me outside. 

“That’s supposed to be better?” He frowns while crossing his arms over his wide chest. “Because it isn’t, by the way. That was just a rhetorical question,”

Smart ass.

“Which one hurts your feeling more, Namjoon,” I can’t but sound bitter. He’s being mean. He’s always mean, but now it feels like he’s purposely trying to hurt my feelings. I’m done pretending like I don’t care how we treat each other. 

“The option that you think it matters to me either way,” he snaps at me. His eyes narrow at the counter between us. 

“You’re lying,” I counter. 

“Why, because I don’t care that you were too drunk to remember that you kissed me? It’s irrelevant,” He looks back up at me and his eyes are dark. I like it. I like it entirely too much. 

“And you’re so sure that I kissed you first?” I scoff, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. I can feel heat rolling off of his body like he’s putting in extra effort to control himself. If only he knew that its the very opposite of what I want him to do. 

“Yes, because I wasn’t blacked out,”

“I’m going to do it again then,” I take a step so that my toes line up with his slippers.  

“What-,”

I press my lips against his softly, forcing myself to take in every detail about how his mouth feels against mine. His lips are cold from the water he’d been drinking, his tongue is too. He taste sweet. Honey. All of him reminds me of Honey. Sweet, slow moving, packing more flavor than first expected. His hands move up my hips, drawing up the fabric of my dress. When his hand touches my thigh, it electricity right to my most sensitive nerve endings.

I want him. All of him. I’m sober and tired of pretending that our back and forth exchanges are enough. I press my body tighter against his, shaping every curve to his body. I expected him to push me away by now, but he holds me closer, hands moving all over me. At some points he seems hesitant, he pulls back, his eyes moving over my face as if he’s checking that I’m still here with him.

I’m here, and as good as he feels, his mouth isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever was. I’ve envisioned Joon’s body against mine more times than I can count. It’s the little doses of his skin that he’d show on occasions that started it. Glimpses of the tan skin of his neck as he scratched at his collarbone in glass, the pull of his lip between his teeth when he was thinking hard about something, his large hands and long fingers; they were all puzzle pieces of a whole that made me want every part of him touching me. 

“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth. 

He lets me drag his hand up the side of his thigh. He takes the hint, fingers inching up my dress until he traces the waistband of my underwear. He’s so close, all he has to do is go a bit further, but he stops.

“They guys could walk in,” he says, pulling away fully. 

Now that I have him this close, I’m not going to make it easy for him to let me go. I’m here for one thing. Namjoon. 

“Well then lets go to your room,” I grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and toward the hallway that leads to the room he shares with Taehyung. 

“Why so suddenly?” He tugs at my hand, stopping me from entering his room. 

“Huh,” I look back at him.

I don’t really know how to answer his question. The only difference between today and yesterday is knowing that our first kiss happened already. Still, that hadn’t really made much of a difference. I’m emboldened by the sheer fact that he wants me at all.

“All this time and now you want to fuck,”

“Does it matter?” I shrug, hoping that for once he can just let it go.

He does. He nods for me to push the door, letting us both into his room. As expected of Tae, it’s a mess. Unexpected of Namjoon, his side is also a mess too. Wires and equipment take up most of his desk, piles of clothing on the computer chair in front. For someone so uptight in every other aspect, his room is the complete opposite. Not to say that I’m attracted to unkempt men, but it’s a little reassuring for some reason.

He pushes my back against his wooden door interrupting my scan of his room. His mouth trailing down from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. As if he can’t stand to be away from my lips for long, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. His large hands smooth over my bare thighs roughly. He touches me like he’s annoyed with himself, like he’s mad that he wants me in this way. I love it because I’ve known all this time. 

One hand reaches up to lightly cup my throat, his hand is so big that his thumb can reach the hair that sticks to my lip gloss. He brushes it away with his finger as he looks down at me. He looks partially surprised that we’ve ended up like this. I want to remind him that that theres a thin line between fucking and fighting, but he’d only scoff and tell me to stop stealing corny lines from Jin. 

“Are you going to keep touching me or is this it?” I ask him, trying my best to drag a breath into my lungs. 

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips against mine to shut me up. I close my eyes, trying to commit the feel of his lips to memory. Things like this are volatile. There’s no way of knowing just how much Joon will give me tonight let alone if I’ll ever get to have him touch like this again. His bottom lip works with his teeth to bite at my sore mouth. He feels dirty, and uneven, like he’s not even trying to make this neat like everything else in his life. Just like his room, his intimacy style reveals who he truly is. The truth beneath Namjoon, he’s a mess, he’s sort of a freak, and he’s making everything up as he goes. There’s a certain charm to how well he’s gotten at getting everyone to believe that he knows exactly whats going on, when in reality he’s just as clueless as the rest of us. 

“And If I tell you that I want you to leave?” He breathes heavily, only leaving the smallest space between our lips. 

“You’d be lying,” I tell him while I reach up to brush his sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “But if you’d asked me to leave, I would go,”

I lean back, putting more space between us. I’ll give him one formal chance to change his mind, one chance to act like this never happened, because once I get permission to stay, he’ll have to try really hard to keep this dress from hitting his floor. I tilt my head as I size him up one last time. There’s still a possibility that he’d put an end to this. I’m measuring my odds. Going by the press of his dick between my legs from beneath his sweat pants, I know that physically he wants me. That could only go so far. I don’t think I’ll survive a come to senses moment in the middle of all of this. 

“Joon,” I call running my hand down the front of his t-shirt. “Make up your mind. Either put me out or take my clothes off,”

He looks frustrated. I can tell its mostly at himself. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I want to be in his bed, only if he wants me in his bed. Of course it would be easy to settle for a one time hate fuck, but he doesn’t hate me. At least, I don’t think he does. I’m really hoping he doesn’t. 

He grips my fingers right as they curl around his waistband. He takes a full step back, causing my feet to land fully on the floor. I don’t like this at all. I want to go back to having his mouth on me. I watch as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. His hands scrub over the top of his scalp, running through the peach colored locks. Am I stressing him out? Am I having an effect? I hope to god I am. For the sake of my insistent need to have him, I hope that how much he wants me is driving him crazy. 

He leans back on his elbows and I see the switch. His eyes trace over my body. I can almost feel them seeking out bare skin above anything else. His gaze is so potent that I feel goosebumps rise to my skin only from him watching me. 

“Take your panties off, Y/N,” 

His voice has become even deeper. It seems almost impossible but he sounds gruff, the arrogance from earlier is gone leaving me with only a matched need to have him inside me sooner rather than later. 

As always, I don’t do as he says. I like our games. I like when he looks at me like I’ve hit every nerve possible. I like the attention. Only this time there’s no classroom. There’s no professor to break up the tension, no students to make snide remarks about how we’re destined to butt heads. It’s just Namjoon and I this time, and the feel of his shag carpet between my toes as I make my way over toward him. He’d told me to take my underwear off, but I do the opposite when I stop in front of him. I grab the edge of my dress in my hands before pulling it up over my head. I watch his eyes follow the material as it drops to his floor. 

“If you go back now, you’ll never live it down, Joon,” I straddle his lap, planting my knees on either side of him on the mattress. “No matter how much you beat me in the class room, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I win,”

He reaches up with two hands to cup my jaw. When he kisses me this time, it’s almost too soft to believe. He’s too gentle, too immersive. As much as I want this, I wanted to keep my head, but right now everything feels a little incoherent. Nothing makes sense. The fact that I’m even here with him doesn’t make sense. But its Namjoon, and I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years wondering if his lips taste as good as they look. I’m finding that they don’t; they’re better. 

His hands go to the back of my bra, undoing the latches before dropping it down to the floor with my dress. He pulls back, looking at my chest like he’s mesmerized. I didn’t realize just how much I’d wanted his eyes on me like this. The high I got from sparring with him in class is nothing compared to the way his eyes smooth over my chest, his tongue flicks over his bottom lip so quickly that if I hadn’t been staring at his mouth, I would have missed it. 

I don’t know what it is about having his unwavering attention, to have him one hundred percent focused on me. Something about his gaze on me makes me want to make sure it doesn’t stray. I guess this is my chance to cement his eyes on me. If tonight is all I get, then its my mission to make it so memorable that he’d have to actively work to forget me. 

I move first, leaving the warmth of his lap and crawling behind him into the middle of his mattress. I kneel behind him, running my hands across his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. I get to do this. For so long, I’ve imagined it. I’d spent hours in class wondering what it would like to touch him like this, and to have him touch me. His honey colored skin rises in goosebumps as I kiss him, moving pass the collar of his shirt. 

“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” I say quietly. 

He nods and lets me pull his t-shirt off. His shoulders are so broad, its hard to resist running my hands across his shoulder blades. My fingers trace over the beauty spots that dot along his collar bones. I want more time. I want to see all of him, to explain every inch of his tan skin. But I’m also a little impatient. 

I reach in front of him, slipping my hand passed the waistband of his sweats. He’s not wearing underwear, that much was clear from the minute he answered the door. Now, feeling him, running my hand over his silky soft skin. It’s a sin. For him to be so…perfect. It isn’t fair to me or anyone else he has gotten to feel him. 

“Is this ok?” I ask him.

“You’re asking for permission to touch my dick while you’re touching my dick?” He says like he still finds me incredibly exasperating. “You wouldn’t be in my bed if it wasn’t ok, Y/N,”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. How can he be annoying even now. Still, it does nothing to the way I need him. Feeling him has only made it worse. I won’t lie, the banter turns me on too. I don’t think it would be the same if Joon was too soft. It wouldn’t be him. 

“Stand,” I command. 

“Why?” 

“Just do what I say for once,” I frown when he looks back at me, still refusing to move. His defiance might kill this before we can even get started. I sit back. With his eyes on me, I pull my simple cotton underwear and throw it with the rest of my clothing. I cock my eyebrow as he watches my movements, seemingly shocked.  

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready, Namjoon,”

“Where’s the thing?” He gestures awkwardly with his hands. 

God, he’s so weird. Still, I can’t help but think he’s perfect. His passive aggressive jabs and awkwardness may be his only flaws but I don’t think I’d want him any other way. I hand him the condom that I threw on the bed and wait impatiently. He finally stands and pulls his bottoms off, his hand going down to cover himself as he climbs above me. Even with the coverage of his hand, its not hard to see just how big he is. Its not like I’ve ever doubted, but seeing it up close it definitely more satisfying than I could have ever hoped. 

His lips touch mine again, as he opens the foil package and pulls the latex out. He has it on quickly, wasting no time lining himself up with me. His hands smooth over my thighs and pulls them around his hips as he pushes forward. My hands squeeze at his hands, trying to get a grip on something. He hasn’t moved yet and already I’m a bit delirious. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember the last time a person looked at me like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right with me. Maybe it’s because I’m gathering that Kim Namjoon is really, totally, completely my type. 

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” He frowns to himself before kissing me for the hundredth time tonight. 

“You like me,” I manage to tease while still getting used to how good he feels. I don’t think I’m ready for him to move yet. He’s already too much, and I refuse to give in the satisfaction of making me come so quick. Not when I’ve waited so long for this. 

His hips snap against mine, immediately forcing me to drop my smile as my lips part. He builds a slow steady rhythm. It’s too slow, too languid, like he’s willing to make this last as long as it takes to drive me out of my mind. His kisses become messy, as his own lips part, a low moan of air brushing against my mouth. His hips still move almost painfully sluggish, like a drag. 

Like honey.

I throw my head back into his pillow as he reaches between us to touch me softly. He’s too much at one. His large body covers mine completely, his awkwardly long legs tangling with mine. While he holds himself up on his elbow above me, his lips never leave my skin. I’ve never doubted Namjoon to have a side like this, I just thought that it would never be for me to see. Right now kind of feels like a necessity that I do. I need to feel his hips pull at mine. I need to feel his thick lips take mine roughly. I need to have him. Even if I only get tonight, I know that whatever happens later it’ll be worth it. 

“You were wrong about Shakespeare,” he says suddenly. His hips snap against mine like he’s punctuating the statement and handing the pulpit over to me. 

It’s such a ridiculous statement to make at this exact moment that I have no clue what to say. I’m stuck between forcing him off of me just so I can tell him how wrong he is about Shakespeare as well as let him know how completely absurd it is to bring it up mid-thrust. But, it’s Namjoon. I sort of expect nothing less than ludicrous musings at the least opportune times.

So I take the bait. 

“Shakespeare is trite and he isn’t even the best satirical playwright and yet we a society celebrate him as such-, Fuck Joon,” I breath out as the rhythm of his hips pick up slightly. 

“Who’s the best satirical playwright in your opinion,” his breathing picks up as we both start to sweat.

Our bodies are slick, moving together smoothly as we both chase after the rising feeling in our stomachs. He’s bringing me higher with each push/pull of his hips all while having a ridiculous conversation about playwrights and satire; which if we’re honest we couldn’t care less about. There’s just no other way to be for us.

I pull away from his lips that move against mine again, missing the taste of his tongue the moment he disappears from my mouth. I try to answer his question but it only comes out in a sigh as he hitches my thigh high on his hip. His fingers press tightly into skin as I close my eyes.

“Are you relenting?” I hear the smug tone in his voice. “Have I finally shut you up?”

I shake my head. Even now, I refuse to give it to him so easily; especially when I know it’s exactly what he wants. “No, I’m just in awe you’re finally asking for my opinion on something,”

“So, who then?”

“You’re incorrigible,”

“You’re deflecting,” he tells me.

“Moliere,” I say. “Moliere is the greatest satirical playwright of all time. Shakespeare wishes he could touch Tartuffe with anything he ever wrote,”

“There would be no Moliere without Shakespeare,” Namjoon counters. “And besides Shakespeare is a dramatist, satire was a hobby and even then Moliere barely measures up,”

He’s sort of right, but as always I’m not going to admit it. I counter attack by tightening around him. Moving his heavy hand aside, I take over touching myself as he continues to move against me. As expected, I’m quicker to bring myself over the edge than he is. He pauses as I come around him, unable to handle both sensations at once. 

He curses lowly but its an illegible mix of English and Korean that I can’t begin to piece together. His face presses into my neck, as he presses his hips against mine and withdraws quickly. His rhythm is a little stuttered as he chases after his own orgasm. The competitor in me wants to win. There’s no definition of winning and losing during sex, but with Joon and I, everything is a game. Especially this. I use all my weight to roll us to the side, straddling his hips  before he can protest. His large hands hover above my hips, not quite touching my skin. His plump lips form an ‘O’ as I lower myself back on him. 

“Was this necessary-,” he moans louder than either of us expects, sighing as I rock my hips above him.

You’re so easy, Namjoon. 

I press my chest against his, taking a turn to kiss him dumb like he’d done me for the last hour. Two hands move up my back and tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls roughly as my hips start to pick up the pace, set on making him come for me. It’s all I really want. 

“Y/n,” he breathes quietly.

I pull back, moving his hands back to my hips, urging him to use my body to make him feel good. I watch as his eyes close and his head presses deep into his pillow. His lips part slightly as and he holds me tight. He’s so close. I want to kiss him again but he looks too good. I can tell when he’s about to come as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough that his pink skin turns white. 

“Let go, Joon,”

For once, he listens. His hips meet mine as he comes finally, his breaths coming out fast like he’s trying to refill his lungs. Unable to resist anymore, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He kisses me back roughly, wrapping his arms around my back to hold my body against his. I roll off of him, tired as well. As nice as it would be to spend the rest of the night in his bed, I can’t.

As if I wish them into existence, I hear the front door open and the sound of rowdy boys. I freeze, instinctually pulling the sheet off the floor and over my chest. Namjoon doesn’t seem worried. Slowly he moves my hair out of my face and kisses my temple before sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed. 

“I’ll keep them distracted. Come out when you’re ready,” 

I nod as he disposes of the used condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he pulls the sweats up over his hips again before leaving me alone in his bed with too many questions. Is he going to tell them? Should we? I don’t have much time to think. I’m not sure exactly how many boys are back but I rather none of them find me in Joon’s bed; naked. 

I run my fingers over my lips as I gather my clothing off the floor. He’s still on my mouth, I can feel him. I can’t get the taste of him out of my head. I can’t get any of him out of my head. I should’ve thought this through. I’m addicted now. I need more of him; more slow kisses, more of his hips dragging against mine. More honey. 

[mughknae]

BTS TEXT AU

“ JUST LIKE HEAVEN “ :: ONGOING

> jungkook x idol!oc x taehyung <

[iweedu]

“r u srs? right in front of our salad????”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Unconventional Love ~ OT7 [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3K

GENRE: Idol!Reader, friends to lovers, polyamorous, love, angst, soft, fluffy ending

PAIRING: OT7 X Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay and I got it right for you, I read this as not being open to other idols but close with BTS So I hope this is okay. I’m still new to Polyamorous writing so I hope this is alright for you my love

The rain was coming down harder against the window as you waited up, watching it all come down against the conservatory roof waiting for the storm to pass. You loved the rain and thunder but you could never sleep through it, 

"Something on your mind?" You jumped when you heard Jin's voice come from behind you and you hummed at him, looking over your shoulder to see him standing there with a cup of hot chocolate and a small plate filled with biscuits. 

"No...J-Just hate sleeping with the rain," You admitted as he walked over and sat down beside you on the small conservatory sofa, pulling your head to lay on his shoulder before he gave you a soft kiss. 

"You should have woken me up, I would have come to sit with you." He admitted as he looked up at the roof watching the droplets roll down the screen as you tried to relax beside him.

"You could always think about something else," He whispered as he tried to get you to calm down, he could feel just how fast your heart was racing and he knew it wasn't just because he was in the room that it was happening. 

"How about the time I read your journal?" He suggested making you shudder at the thought of it, it had been the best and worst day of your life when that happened. 

"You're lucky I even forgave you..." You admitted as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Never in a million years would you have thought you would be able to attend a premiere for a drama that your best friends had been cast in. Out of all of them, you thought Jin would have been the one that acted the most but a casting director decided to hire each of the boys to play a role in his drama. As you thought of what to write in your small journal you clicked the pen obnoxiously, staring up at the ceiling as if there were words written up there that was going to help you.

"Isn't it us that's supposed to be nervous?" You jumped up when you felt Jin's hand on your elbow and felt his breath on your neck. You thought you'd been left in your dressing room alone, you slammed your journal shut and smiled up at him. Nervously trying to act as though you weren't just writing in your journal since you knew how nosey each of the boys was when it came to you.  

"What's this?" He smirked trying to take the purple book away from you but you sat on top of it on the dressing table and started giggling as he waited for you to move. Staring at you as you shook your head at him, about ready to tell him to go away when he spoke first, 

"Don't be a child and show me-" He stopped talking when the door to your dressing room opened and Namjoon was standing there, struggling to do up the bow tie he was wearing. All of you were supposed to be getting ready to go outside for photographs but it looked like you and Namjoon were the ones running late.

"Y/n...Please," He huffed out defeatedly as he let go of the bow tie and dropped it so it was hanging around his neck limply, he knew you were the only one that knew how to tie them properly. You slowly slid down from the dressing table and slapped Jin's hand away from the journal playfully, picking it up and taking it over to your bag. Slipping it inside so you knew where it was at all times and didn't have to worry about the boys seeing what was inside of it. 

"Why don't you get the stylists to do it?" You complained as you squinted to see the bow tie, struggling just as much as Namjoon was to do it up. 

"They aren't as nice to me as you are," He commented sarcastically as you tapped the back of his head for being snarky with you. You and the BTS boys had been close since you signed onto BigHit three years ago, signing on to be one of the first foreign idols and actresses that they wanted working for them. 

"There. Now, are we all ready?" You questioned, looking over your shoulder at Jin who was sitting on the dressing table where you had been sitting previously. 

"I think so, are you? I know you hate interviews," Jin mentioned as he watched Namjoon leaving the room to go and get the other boys but Jin wasn't lying. Interviews weren't exactly your speciality since you tended to be a little more closed off from everyone around you. The boys had noticed a lot in the last year that whenever you had to do an interview alone you would be more closed off from everyone. You wouldn't speak much or you would come off as held back from everyone. Although people admired you and looked up to you, you would sometimes come across as shy and didn't want their attention. 

"I don't hate them-" You tried to defend yourself but Jungkook had caught what you were talking about and interrupted you.

"Yes, Noona, you do. The last time you did an interview you ended up crying that night and telling us you never wanted to do it again," Jungkook reminded you as he walked into your changing room, giving you flashbacks to the last time you gave a live interview. 

"Let's just go," You mumbled not wanting to talk about it with them right now, instead you pushed them all out of the room and hoped that the night would pass by faster if you got it over and done with. As you were walking out, you didn't notice Jin slip your journal out of your bag and into his overnight one that the stylists would take to your hotel rooms tonight. 

It wasn't as though you hated giving interviews it was just that you hated the idea of being vulnerable with that many people, there were only so many people you felt like you could be truly yourself with. Those people happened to be the boys and your journal, no one else understood you the way that they did which was why you always came across as more open with them than anybody else. The premier hadn't gone as badly as you thought it would have done, you managed to stick beside the boys for most of the night. Giving occasional comments in their interviews rather than giving one on your own.

"Did you notice anything off with Noona tonight?" You froze outside of Jungkook's room when you heard Jimin speaking with Jungkook about you. The door was left wide open since you were supposed to be joining them for a small movie and some room-service before bed. 

"What do you mean?" You heard Jungkook question back, you waited for one of them to speak again but neither of them did. You just heard another sigh come from inside of the room, and you knew who it was. 

"What is it Jin-Hyung?" Jungkook questioned, you stared down at the floor not knowing if you should have been listening to the conversation or not but it was about you...So why shouldn't you have been listening?

"She's not being off...It's just how she is. Haven't you ever notice how closed off she is to everyone else?" He looked at the two younger members not knowing if he should tell them what he'd found in your journal. When he started reading he figured it would just contain some secrets about your singing and acting but what he found was much more interesting and he was unsure how he felt about it. 

"Well...That's because she thinks of us like her brothers," As Jimin spoke he sounded upset about it which made your heart sink, that wasn't how you viewed the boys at all but you could never tell them how you really felt about them. It would be too weird for them to know the truth so playing the part as a sister seemed better than losing them altogether. 

"I wouldn't say brothers," Jin mumbled, your heart began to thump against your chest as the small statement. He couldn't know how you truly felt about them all. 

"What do you mean? She loves us like we're all related." Jungkook chuckled as he turned to his Hyung waiting for some kind of evidence and Jin nodded. He'd been thinking about this all night since opening your journal and finding out the truth. Now that he knew the information it felt wrong not to tell the boys about it so they could decide what to do. 

"She's in love with us...A-and I don't mean like a fan loves us, I mean IN LOVE." He said as he put a dramatic emphasis on IN LOVE, your hand hit your chest as though they were going to hear your heartbeat and now you were outside their room. Sprinting in the direction of your room you locked yourself inside wondering how Jin had found out about it, tearing open your bag to see that your journal was missing.

"With all of us?" Jimin questioned with a hopeful tone as he looked at Jin, Jin's face didn't look as bright as happy and both Jungkook and Jimin's did at the moment.

"Like how we see her...Right?" Jimin asked again as he switched between looking at Jin and Jungkook waiting for some kind of answer but they weren't giving him one. Jin was staring at the floor as he overthought every little detail and Jungkook was trying not to scream out like a child. All of them had been crushing on you since you signed with the company but none of them made a move since they all liked you and decided friendship was better than making a girl choose between them all. 

"How do you know this though...Did she tell me?" Jungkook finally broke his silence as he looked at Jin but as he did Namjoon walked into the room and wondered what was happening. Asking them to explain from the very beginning what was going on to each of the boys.

After about two hours of sitting in your room, you finally built up the courage to confront Jin about taking your journal from you. You figured you could play it off as not knowing he'd read it and then that would be it but as you stared at the door to Jin's hotel room the more you began to talk yourself out of it. Jin had to have been in his room since Jungkook text you telling you that he was going to have an early night instead of your movie night and you agreed.

"I can just get it back tomorrow," You mumbled to yourself as you turned to walk away but something inside of you made you turn back to the door and storm your way inside. Yelling out in a rage as you walked into the room, 

"Jin! This is a total invasion of privacy and I want my-" You stopped speaking when you saw the boys all sitting there, staring at you with the journal in the middle of the bed.

"What are you doing? Taking it in turns to read bits out of it?!" You cried out tears streaming down your face, now too annoyed to even think of letting them get away with reading it, you snatched it away from the bed and stared at the journal instead of at them.

"We didn't-" Yoongi wasn't even going to try and lie for everyone else, they'd all read some parts of it. Mostly the parts where you'd been descriptive about being in love with each of them. All of their faces were red as they turned to look at you wondering what you were going to do now that they knew. 

"Did you think it was funny? Oh, I get it," You laughed sarcastically as you threw the journal back down onto the bed, 

"I bet you all thought it would be fun to see that I have feelings, that I express myself somewhere other than with you? Was that it?" Namjoon went to say something but Jin held his hand up to his own mouth telling him to be quiet. They wanted you to at least get out all of your rage before they admitted the truth to you.

"I bet you all find it hilarious right, that I love seven guys all at once?" They stayed silent, staring down at their hands as you questioned them but you wanted their answers. You wanted to know why they felt the need to read something that was so personal to you,

"Let's all laugh at y/n while she's feeling down about herself, she never opens up to anyone else except us so let's just betray her trust? God! Don't you ever wonder why I only talk to you guys? Why I don't have any other friends...Because-" You scoffed again at the thought of it and rolled your eyes, 

"I trusted you enough to open up and let my guard down with you and it all blew up in my face didn't it?" It was a rhetorical question so you just pushed the book closer to them. 

"Did you all get a good laugh out of it? Because you can keep it," You turned to leave the room and that was when the boys broke their silence. Hoseok reached out to take your hand in his and Taehyung's broken voice filled the air,

"We feel the same way." He told you as they all waited for your reaction, they'd done nothing but speak about it since finding out that you loved them back. Deciding that if you really wanted to that they would be more than willing to talk it out and try a relationship with you like that.

"What are you talking about?" You sniffled, looking from your hand with Hoseok's to his face. His eyes were bloodshot since he'd cried through most of your rant and he gave your hand a small squeeze, 

"We feel the same way about you..." Hoseok whispered waiting for you to catch up but you frowned shaking your head at the thought of it.

"But you all- You can't all-" You didn't even know what you were trying to say, you were trying to search for answers in your head but it felt as though you were in a whole mess and fog. The thought of all of them loving your back had never occurred to you, you didn't even know what to do with this information now that you had it. 

"What am I supposed to do with that? Feel less upset that you read my journal?" The boys shook their head and turned to Namjoon who was the level headed one out of them all, they knew that he would be the best to describe what they had in mind out of them all.

"We've all felt the same way for you since you came to Bighit...We made an agreement never to approach you unless you approached one of us first...But since we know you like all of us...Maybe we could give that a go?" You tried to process what Namjoon was saying to you, telling you that they would all date you at the same time? 

"We would all be dating each other?" You frowned looking from Namjoon to the others who all quickly began shaking their heads. 

"We would date you...You would date...Us," Yoongi explained as he pointed to all of them singularly trying to read your facial expression which was a mixture of confusion and anger, still angry with them for reading it in the first place.

"Why would you want that?" You looked over at each of their faces and none of them had an answer except for Jungkook who wanted to make light of the situation, 

"One guy for every day of the week Noona." You groaned at his attempt at a joke and Namjoon hit him over the head with a pillow turning to you. 

"Think about it..." He suggested, not wanting you to say no straight away without thinking about it or going over in your head what this could all mean for you all. 

"I don't need to think about it..." He froze as he heard the words leave your mouth and you looked at them again, flicking from each face until you landed back on Namjoon. 

"I-I would be comfortable with it but...But I'm still mad at you all for reading my journal," You mumbled as you sat down beside Hoseok staring at the journal. Feeling less upset that they had opened it and a little happier that they had, since if they'd never read it none of this would be happening right now.

Jin chuckled to himself as you were out cold on his shoulder, Yoongi had come down not long after you passed out into the story of your relationship and saw you and Jin together.

"You spend your night together trying to make her sick?" He asked sarcastically as Jin picked you up from the chair and began carrying you up towards his room, 

"She hates sleeping in the rain, I found her down there when I got up for a drink," Jin whispered as he laid you down in the bed, watching as you turned and clutching into the sheets with a small smile on your face, enjoying whatever dream you were having.

"She's cute when she dreams, her nose does that little twitch thing." Yoongi smiled brightly as he watched you not wanting to take his eyes off you for even a second but wishing Jin goodnight and leaving eventually. Though it wasn't the most conventional relationship and it was hidden from everyone around you the relationship worked and you all enjoyed the way your life was together and had done for the last four years of your lives.

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[z-nyx]

Didn’t See it Before - Chp 5

Chapter 5 has arrived! - That also rhymed so you can call me a poet now har har har...Anyways, hope you like it. Please can you give me feedback and I’ll try my best to work on it! :))))

By the way, when this series is done, just to give you a heads up, I’ll be open to accepting request and I’m petty excited - don't ask why because I don’t know.

~ Nyx-bx is out!✌🏾

Introduction to Nyx-bx

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Ft. Taehyung)

Genre: Angst(??), University/College!Au

Word Count: 1459

Chapter: 5

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Next Chapter: 6

Summery: Just when you thought you had life figured out. Just when you thought everything was working out in your favour. You had to fall for him. Everyone around you could see you were falling for this guy…literally. You didn’t want want to admit it. You felt if you admitted it, then it was true.

~

it had literally been 20 minutes into the study session and no-one had said a word. The only sound was from the music playing in the background, put on by Tae, who wanted to make the atmosphere a little less “tense”. The person you felt most sorry for was Brooke. When Jungkook invited her, he probably talked about the fun you guys were gonna have playing games and eat snacks, but here you are doing the complete opposite and the unexpected. Work is being produced. 

There were times when you felt Jungkook stare at you but ignored it. There were also occasional glances between you and Tae, allowing you to communicate through facial expressions which, honestly, was not the best idea if you didn’t want to get caught, so you switched to texting.

Your fingers typed quick in frustration.

19:30 You: Well this isn’t awkward at all

19:30 You: I actually wanted to get to talk to him today but looks like that’s not gonna happen

19:30 You: You couldn’t tell me Brooke was going to make an appearance??

*Ping*

*Ping*

*Ping*

Your messages were sent one after the other causing Tae’s phone to go off with the notification sound. Everyone’s heads turned towards him. it had been the most interesting thing that had happened since the start of the session. You looked at him, mentally asking him ‘really?’. You saw Brooke put her head back down in her books so you thought you were discrete. But Jungkook noticed. In fact, he had been watching for a while. He didn’t know what he did to you, but he wanted things to go back to the way they were. You were now closer to Tae than him and it hurt him. it hurt him to think about what Brooke had said about you and Tae making a cute couple. It hurt him to think he was too late to have you.

19:31 You: Seriously Tae? The whole point of texting was to be discrete and not get noticed!

19:31 Tae: Oops, my bad XD It’s on silent now :))

19:32 Tae: But to answer your question, I was just as surprised as you were when I opened the door.

‘So he didn’t tell Tae either...’ you wondered

19:33 Tae: He said he invited her over earlier today

19:33 You: Oh I see...

19:37 Tae: You know you can still talk to him right?

19:37 Tae: Just ask to speak to him privately in the kitchen or something

19:40 You: You know I can’t. He clearly wants to spend as much time as possible with her.

“I’m thirsty”. You raised your head from your phone as you were brought back to the real world. Finally the silence was broken by Brooke. “Kookie, do you have any drinks?” Brooke asked. You looked at Tae with a confused look whilst Tae looked at the pair in front of you with a facial expression filled with questions. 

‘Kookie. Seriously’ you thought to yourself, trying not to show a reaction. That nickname made you cringe but at the same time, it made you wonder if they were now an item. They’ve only known each other for like a month so it would e a surprise to you.

“Yeah. What are you feeling?” Jungkook said as he got up from his bed. “What do you have?” Brooke replied, following Jungkook out to the kitchen.

After they had left the room, Tae started to whisper about the scene that just played out. “Y/n, I suggest you make a move soon because this is not looking good” You didn’t know what to do to what to think. He saw the upset look on your face and he knew you were thinking about that just happened as well. Tae spoke again in a more comforting tone. “Trust me Y/n. Jungkook and Brooke are not a thing.” You looked at him with a confused look. “How do you know that?” “Jungkook told me” he immediately responded. “And when did he-” Tae cut you off. “Y/n, just shut up and listen okay? I’ll explain later!” he whisper-shouted. “I don’t know what Brooke’s intentions are in terms of her relationship with him, but if she really does like him, and she confesses, he might actually consider being with her.” You knew he was right. Although they might not be an item, Jungkook still told you he had feelings for her and you didn’t know Brooke’s feelings. As far as you knew, they could be mutual. Before you had the chance to reply to Tae, Jungkook and Brooke return to the room.

After sitting back down on his bed, Jungkook noticed how stiff you and Tae got when he walked back in. His jealousy got the better of him. He wanted to know what the deal was between you and Tae.

19:41 Jungkook: Y/n, can I ask you a question?

You looked at your phone thinking Tae had replied but it was a message from Jungkook. You had to admit, your heart skipped a beat but you were kinda nervous to open it. You looked up for a brief moment and saw Jungkook staring at you with anticipation. Quickly, looking back at your phone, you replied to his text.

19:41 You: Sure, what’s up??

You kept your cool as you texted him. You didn’t want him getting any more suspicions from you.

19:42 Jungkook: Are you and Tae, like...you know?

19:42 Jungkook: Like, are you dating and stuff?

You were shook. ‘Where would he get that idea from?’ you asked yourself. Although you weren’t expecting that type of question, it didn’t stop you from smiling at the text, knowing how awkward he must’ve felt to send it. He was always a little shy and nervous when it came to feelings and relationships. But, when you thought about it, he wasn’t shy or nervous when he told you about his feelings for Brooke. And because he seemed so certain, you thought you had no chance with him.

19:43 You: lol, what?

19:43 Jungkook: Don’t play dumb Y/n

19:43 Jungkook: Just answer the question!

He was getting annoyed. Even through text, you could tell he was getting angry and annoyed. But you only started getting annoyed yourself because you didn’t do anything for him to lash out at you.

19:44 You: Okay, first of all, chill tf out. I don’t know what’s wrong but don’t take it out on me!

19:44 You: Second of all, why do I need to explain my relationship with Tae to you? I don’t need to explain myself to you.

You looked up at Jungkook and saw that he was looking at his phone, assuming he’s reading your text. You saw his face turn from annoyed one, to a more saddened expression and regretted sending the texts. You felt a little guilty for the tone of voice used in your words but at the same time, you were not obligated to explain your relationship, with Tae, to him. Besides, it shouldn’t have mattered to him anyway. 

19:45 Jungkook: You are one of my best friends Y/n so I would least expect to know if you guys are a thing or not!

19:45 Jungkook: I wouldn’t need to ask if you hadn’t distanced yourself and avoided me...

He knew. Of course he knew. How could he not tell that one of his closest friends is avoiding him. Because you were in full argument mode, you came up with other excuses for your guilty motives.

19:45 You: Me avoiding you?!?! You are the one who keeps running off with Brooke every time you see her! 

You just wanted to leave. You wanted to go back to your dorm and get away form the current situation you were in. You started to pack your things into your backpack quite aggressively and got up from Tae’s bed in annoyance, catching the attention of everyone. Brooke was the one who spoke 

“Are you leaving now?”. “Yes.” You tried your best trying not to show the annoyance in your voice. “Maybe I can go with you since we liv-” “No, that’s alright. You stay here. I’m sure Jungkook will love you walk you back” you cut her off. Brooke was surprised - she didn’t know if she did something to upset you. Tae was just as taken back as Brooke. But Jungkook held a facial expression that rhetorically asked ‘are you this petty?’.  

“Tae. Come on” you said walking out the room. Tae hesitated for a second before grabbing his phone and walking out of the room with you. Within seconds, you had left their dorm.

As you were walking, you looked at your phone and saw a message from Jungkook.

19:52 Jungkook: So you’re together?...

[danghyuk]

BTS reacting to their rapper boyfriend having a split tongue [slight nsfw]

Namjoon:

When he first noticed you having a split tongue, it was because someone else pointed it out. Which made him a bit embarrassed and flustered since he himself hadn’t noticed it during the few weeks you’ dated.

It would surprise him a lot, but then he’d get really intrigued.

Like Namjoon would want to know your feelings and choices behind it – intrigued, not in a dirty way – intrigued.

He would also, ask a lot of questions such as if it affected your way of rapping, and he’d do his own research like watching online videos of your concerts before and after you’d gotten your tongue split.

“Wow it’s pretty cool, babe! I can’t really explain it, but you sound more exotic and ugh, it looks really hot.”

Seokjin:

Being the mom he is, that boy would create such a havoc. Not necessarily into an argument, but overly worried and concerned over the smallest things when it came to his baby – you.

He couldn’t even finish his own questions before he interrupted himself with a new one. They would start off calm “When did you do it” to “Oh baby, did it hurt” to “Can you eat properly?” to “Oh my god, what if you get an infection? I shouldn’t kiss you!”

Having had similar experiences from your family and friends, you just laugh at how worried he seems to be before you call him cute and reassures him that it has healed perfectly fine and that it won’t stop you from kissing him.

After calming him down, Seokjin would start to think over the other possibilities and send you the filthiest grin.

“I bet you can suck my dick real good with that tongue of yours.”

Yoongi:

Would be the most chill about it, but also curious since he’s a fellow rapper.

Yoongi would ask similar questions like Namjoon and it would make him more determined to get you to feature on one of his raps. Because then he could brag about his talented, split-tongued boyfriend.

After noticing it he would be caught staring a lot, but he’d just smirk if you asked him about it.

“So what if I’m staring, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? I’m allowed to check out what’s mine. I guess we both have some kind of tongue technology now, care to let me check yours out, baby boy?”

He’d also get horny a lot, especially in inappropriate and public situations. One time you were out on a date getting ice cream, it ended in Yoongi dragging you to the nearest bathroom stall, fucking your throat until you had tears streaming down your cheeks and cum splattering all over your face and hair.

Hoseok:

This ray of sunshine would be absolutely ecstatic over the newfound information and he’d never stop asking you to show it or do some tricks with it. Like Yoongi, he’d brag about it a lot, but in a more casual way so others wouldn’t try to steal you away from him.

At the same time, he’d ponder over if your split tongue made you a better rapper and he’d seriously ask you about it, almost wanting to do it himself (but he’d never do it because it seems way too painful).

“Check out my boyfriend, isn’t he the coolest? We make such a good team, don’t we babe?”

He would have no shame in taking full advantage of it in the bedroom. Because he’s aware of your tongue being split, everything feels more sensitive and dirtier.

Your split tongue would make him search up on it and after scrolling through different types of body modifications, Hoseok would practically beg you to get your tongue pierced as well.

Jimin:

When he first noticed, his eyes would practically bulge out due to how surprised he was. It was during one of your underground concerts and you’d swipe your tongue over your lips in a seductive manner, teasing the audience.

After that Jimin doesn’t remember anything else than how your tongue moved as you rapped.

It would be a huge distraction for him and after a lonely night he was extremely horny, he’d embarrassedly discover how huge of a turn on your tongue is for him.

Jimin would be the shyest and most hesitant to ask you about it, but he’d eventually admit that he found it incredibly hot after you ask him about his intense staring.

“You just look so good, babe. I’m not sorry for staring, but it’s way too distracting.”

Taehyung:

Like Hoseok, Taehyung would also be over the moon about it and he’d with no doubt shove his fingers inside your mouth to touch it.

He’d ask more innocent questions about it and want to photograph you even more. “How do you use a straw, [Name]?” and “[Name] please wear this and stick your tongue out so I can take a picture!” would constantly be heard from him, not that you mind it.

And like Jimin, he would also find it fascinatedly distracting, especially on late nights when you would murmur lowly about your newest lyrics to him, explaining their meanings.

Out of everything you could do with your pink muscle, Taehyung appreciates your long, slow and slightly sloppy makeout sessions, loving the passion he felt in between your kisses.

“Wow, I have taken more than 300 pictures of your tongue, darling.”

Jeongguk:

Just like Jimin, Jeongguk would be a little shy about his new discovery concerning you, but he’d secretly gush about it to his fellow bandmates.

It only made you more handsome and cooler in his eyes, adding to your ‘bad boy factor’.

Jeongguk would have questions, but he’d google it first or ask his hyungs before he asked you. You would find it cute since he only did it in fear of annoying you with questions you’ve probably heard before.

This sweet boy would blush a lot whenever he caught a glimpse of the split muscle or whenever you caught him staring at it.

“Ah, hyung, why do you do this to me? I bet you’re not even aware of it.”

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Taehyung: Yoongi, are you asleep?

Yoongi: *wide awake* Yes.

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jin’s iconic“ani~!” (feat. tae) is everything

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