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kooktrash · 1 year ago

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──★ the eros project

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] dating show ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.

──★ rewriting love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] webtoon ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

──★ lover’s revenge

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | a | rockstar ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

──★ tunnel vision

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | f | college/barista ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

──★ electra heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13k | s | f | fake dating ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡

──★ love and rivalry

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.

──★ all you want

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

──★ his special secret

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆12.5k | s | a | college professor ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

his special secret ||

──★ something about him

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. he’s kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but there’s just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and you’re not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.

you should feel scared or concerned but there’s just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.

──★ the art of obsession

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.4K | s | a | dark academia ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

──★ lace and luxury

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.6k | s | sugar daddy ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

──★ between roommates

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | roommates ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

──★ your power

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | ceo ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

──★ bunny adventures

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

──★ my dear friend

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | f | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

──★ depend on me

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k | s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

──★ never again

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.8k | s | a | neighbors ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

──★ the act of falling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.4k | s | a | fwb ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

──★ campus affairs

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 11.9k | f | s | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

──★ fighting heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

──★ guys my age

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 9.5k | s | dilf jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

──★ ditto

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 12.9k | s | a | established relationship ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

──★ romantic dreams

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.

──★ seven days to love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who can’t seem to get the hint that you’re not interested. he’s loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just can’t seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.

──★ cool with you

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

──★ limerence

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

──★ million dollar darling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆19.7k | s | rich!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

──★ lost and found

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | friend’s ex boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

──★ tempest

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

──★ ukiyo

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.7k | s | f | summer romance ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

it’s the start of summer and there’s nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. he’s charming in a way you’ve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.

──★ effortlessly yours

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.

──★ infrunami

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.

──★ shameless

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.5k | s | a | infidelity ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

SERIES

──★ summer bummer baby

HIATUS

──★ love lies

HIATUS

HALLOWEEN

──★ season of the witch

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7ndipity · 2 years ago

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Taehyung M.list

Masterlist

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut

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Tae x Idol Reader m.list💜

Dating Taehyung Headcanons (request)💜

Dating Headcanons pt.2 (request)💜🔥

Taehyung Nsfw Headcanons (request) 🔞💜

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons (request) 💜🌧

Them With Pregnant S/o HCs (request)💜

4:16pm 💜

10:22pm (request) 💜

'Things I learned in Paris' 💜

Paris Drabble 💜🔥

"Je t'aime" (request) 💜

Anchor 💜🌧

Feel You (request) ��🌧💜

"Husband-y" (request) 💜

Meeting Yeontan (request) 💜

You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities (request) 💥🌧

"Love Me Again" (request) 💥🌧💜

Jealous Taehyung (request) 💜

"Friend Married" HC

#taehyung masterlist #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts masterlist #bts x y/n #bts x reader #7ndipity masterlist #7ndipity

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silverozy · 21 hours ago

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update status: 10.45k words, 55% done

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc (Italian education system)

❁description: Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm embrace

❁synopsis:

"Would you go on a date with me? "Yeah." She nodded. "I'd love to go on a date with you." Voice light and teasing. "Yeah?" His eyes widened slightly. "Yeah." "Oh, God. I thought you'd say no because-" "Why?" Then her voice dimmed, shy and hesitant. "I like you."

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 254.59k+

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every Friday, midnight

latest — 06/06

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

Rewriting the story of Daphne and Apollo ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

On a chilly summer morning, a bouncy curly-haired sun rose up and shone above the flower

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

Photosynthesis: the sun shines bright above the flower providing it with energy which will be transformed into nutrients

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

As the sun shines in its might, it brightens the way for a little flower to see over the horizon

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

The bright rays of the sun show the way to the flower, introducing it to an innocent little bear, a ferret and a little wasp

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

There, going back home, was an unusual combination of subjects: a cricket, a wing-man, a monarch butterfly, a little pika and a puppy

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

Who could have ever thought that a flower could grow in space? Who? No one surely and yet... there it was, standing upright in its beauty

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

He knew he wasn't meant to fly to space because he physically couldn't but this thought wouldn't stop him. Was he being pretentious? Trying to exceed his limits?

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

Normally, flowers are in people's gardens or on a bed of green grass so... what the hell is one singular one doing in the middle of the ocean. Does it know, does anyone know, that too much water will cause it harm... especially when the water is salty?

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

With its six tiny feet into proper boots, a good protective shield over his wings and an astronaut helmet on, the monarch butterfly embarks on a life-threatening journey, one believed to be a one-way ticket travel

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

Flowers don't have eyes, yeah, and neither does a pika glow even during the day. The flower is used to seeing only the sun shine during the day. The little pika walking by is unusual.

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

Cleopatra is the modern definition of the term "femme fatale"; she's known for ruling in ancient Egypt but also for her relationship with Ceaser and Mark Antony

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

A butterfly, a cricket and a wing-man all have wings somewhat. The first does fly, the second mostly leaps and the last doesn't fly unless the first two do.

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

Between the night of the 14th and the 15th, in 1912, one of the biggest ships of its time sank, going against the expectations but did it? At the time, there was a little competition between countries so when it sank it wasn't so surprising: something so big with very few resources would have never made it across the ocean.

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

Brighten the mood. Increase the energy. Make a downturned flower rise high and flunt its beautiful petals for others to see.

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—”

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

A monarch butterfly sees a lot of flowers in its short span of life but never has this one, nor its ancestors, seen a flower as pretty as the one ahead. The flower was there, living beautifully in space.

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower.

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals.

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜ - 5.66k

Things have been too unusual for this butterfly. Wasn't it trying to embark on an impossible journey? To space? How did it end up in a shiny sea? it's floating and his pupils are swelling. The beauty is indeed out of this world

❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜ - 6.97k

The wings grew with each flutter. There was a glowing dot on the ocean and it was slowly fading out into the darkness so the butterfly cradled it and protected the leur

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜ - 4.13k

The weather was chilly and slightly windy. Despite the discomfort it caused everyone, the flower stood out like a thumb as it danced and waved with the soft patterns of the breeze. The butterfly couldn't do anything other than admire with widened orbs

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜ - 3.91k

Did it see it? Did the flower see the butterfly? Because the butterfly has already seen the flower. Had already memorised every curve, every line, and every dot that brought the flower to life.

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜ - 4.23k

There was no way he could ever get lost: one look at those eyes and he'd see all the constellations, the map leading him to Venus

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜ - 6.03k

«I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lauri does though.»

❀ 25 ❛bittersweet❜ - 4.10k

There were seven lanes, each welcoming an athlete, for a total of seven athletes. Yet, as the contestants got ready for the lace, some chose to acknowledge the presence of only a few athletes, the ones they were marking. Their true competition.

❀ 26 ❛open stage❜ - 9.78k

Floating and hovering around his spaceship, the butterfly moved closer to the round window giving to the dark glittered expanse. There was Venus and standing proudly in its infinite beauty was the flower.

❀ 27 ❛approach, round out, flare❜ - 8.08k

Poor Cinderella. She cried and cried. Then a small woman appeared in a cloud. It was Cinderella’s fairy godmother. “Biddidi, bobbidi, noo!” sang the fairy godmother as she waved her magic wand, but she gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth in bewilderment. Cinderella had turned into a tomato!

❀ 28 ❛a lighthouse❜ - 6.47k

Water flowed through the clothes, the hair strands, and around the body as the flower held onto a wide piece of wood. The water was chilling, the night was silent, and the ambience was dark, but right through the blackness slid the rotating rays of a lighthouse. Blinking to adapt to the brightness, the flower called for help.

❀ 29 ❛sus or sos?❜ - 7.12k

The rotating and flashing lighthouse lights shone upon a cricket, which floated barely a foot away from the flower. Yet, as the butterfly came to rescue, it didn’t see it, leaving the cricket trying to swim for its life, screaming and choking on water.

❀ 30 ❛a coup d'état❜ - 5.95k

Standing on a tower, two neurons patrolled the area, binoculars to their eyes. Suddenly, they sighted something. They squinted their eyes despite the instrument in their hands and tried to make sense of what they saw. "Hey, send in the alarm. Prepare the defensive barrier. Do something. Hurry up!" As this one darted away, the other remained still, binoculars back to its eyes. Confusion bubbled in its head. What had happened for the heart to be heading towards the body's headquarters? And what was that army of hormones behind it?

❀ 31 ❛the sun on the horizon❜ - 10.75k

The butterfly had finally found the flower. After travelling across space, it landed on Venus, where a singular ethereal natural being stood erect in its almighty beauty. After the coup d’etat, the heart realised that the situation was bigger than expected. The heat rose up to every part of the body. Butterflies increased and with that the flutters of their wings, which fanned the fire, expanding instead of quenching it. Infatuation at its peak.

❀ 32 ❛the lily family❜ - 7.09k

A new member of the Liliaceae. “You like butterflies, and she’s named after a flower.”

❀ 33 ❛twinkle, twinkle little star!❜ - 12.75k

1905. Annus mirabilis. Three important elements: Einstein, the relativity of time, Planck, quantum mechanics, and Quantum entanglement.

❀ 34 ❛on the highway to Forever❜ - 11.76k

Livin' easy, lovin' free. No stop signs, speed limit. Hey, mumma, look at me. I'm on the way to the promised land.

❀ 35 ❛collywobbles❜ - 11.57k

Collywobbles: queasiness, intense nervousness… or butterflies in the stomach.

❀ 36 ❛the Daphne odora❜ - 7.65k

A pure white bed. Snow. Then a bundle of grace. Pink petals gathered into a flower. Green leaves held the masterpiece, all in a pure white bed of snow.

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curryshesus · 1 year ago

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jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

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kawaikisses · 2 years ago

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m.list ; kim taehyung.

[ key. 💗⇾ fluff; 🌟 ⇾ angst; ❤️‍🔥 ⇾ smut ; ✎ ⇾in progress ; ✓ ⇾completed ]

[ ♡ ]⇾ indicates the drabble is a part of a series that you may want to read. 😉

hold me tight . ( ❃ / ☘︎ / ☆ / ✎ )

kim taehyung asks Tulsi to marry him a minute after they meet, but will his proposal be accepted or rejected?

sweet night . ( ❃ / ☘︎ / ☆ / ✎ )

trayi has been in love with taehyung as long as she can remember, not knowing that he is in love with someone else, that is none other than her best friend.

#taehyung masterlist #taehyung x reader

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bunnyykoo · 2 months ago

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~READING MASTERLIST 2~

-I did not write these, I just made a list so it’s more organized on what I’m planning to read all credits go to these amazing authors, this is KINDA a small list so I’m most likely gonna add more to it!💜 (Currently Editing)

✅-Completed Reading

~Jungkook~

Friends-to-Lovers

Bulls Eye- (Oneshot 9k)

A Jar full of Us-(Oneshot 10k)

If I was your boyfriend-(Oneshot 10k)

The Farmhouse-(10 part series, Small town Au)

Closer-(2 part series 47k)

Guilty as sin-(3 part series,ONGOING,Brotherinlawxwidowed)

Gradation- (10 part series,FWB)

Holidating-(Oneshot 12k, Childhood BFF)

But we loved too young-(Oneshot 10k,Childhood BFF)

Quarter Life Crisis-(Oneshot 25k)

Proposals-(Oneshot 18k, Fake dating kinda)

Reward-(Oneshot 10k)

Once you realize-(7 part series,Idol Au)

Tell me what changed-(12 part series,Fboy Au)

Strangers-to-Lovers

The Price of Desire-(9 Part Series, Idolxcorporate boss)

The comeback-(ONGOING,FigureskaterxHockey player)

Not even a gift-(30k, Dancer Au)

Dreamboat-(2 part series 30k)

How many- (Series,Tattoo artist)

Fantasy

One year, My Love- Historical Royal au (Two part series)

Bewitching-(Oneshot 10k Vampire Au)

Embrace of Ruins- (Oneshot 14k King Au)

Bloodlines Entertwined- (Series, Werewolf Au)

Where you belong-(3 Part series 35k, Werewolf Au)

Destined through centuries-(ONGOING,Historical Au)

Please teach me-(Part One 18k) Please love me-(Part two 19k)

Down Bad-(Nightwingxstarfire)

That which still haunts us-(Oneshot 17k,Hitman Au)

Lone Blue Egg-(6 part series, PenguinKooxBirdreader) ✅

The lucky ones-(Oneshot 19k, Soulmates Au,College Au)

The Lowlander-(Series on AO3,WarriorKookxNobleelfOC)

Meadow-(Series on AO3,AlphaKookxOmegaOC) A bouquet of flowers Drabbles-(Series on AO3)

Sugar Fairy-(Series on AO3,BunnyKookxLeopardOC) Bite-sized Sweets Drabbles-(Series on AO3)

Sea of Indigo-(Series on AO3,PitbullfighterxNurseOC) Drabble 1. Drabble 2

~College Au~

The Most Beauiful Moment in Life- Photographerjk (12 Part Series)

Oh my god, They were quaratined roomates- Roommates ( Oneshot 22k)✅

Late Night Encounters- (5 part series,ONGOING,Enemies to lovers,Boxerxvolleyballplayer)

Endless summer-(Oneshot 13k, jockxnerd, Enemies to lovers)

Enemies-to-Lovers

Stranded- (Oneshot 13k)

Between Feigned Hatred and Real Desire- (Oneshot, Brother Best Friend)

Starboy-(10 part, Text Au,College Au)

KKangpae-(ONGOING, Gang Au)

It’s not living, if it’s not with you(Oneshot 45k)

Safety Net-(2 Part Series, Boxer Au,Roommates Au)

Lemon Sherbet-(oneshot 15k,Summer Au,tattoo artist Au,ex highschool classmates)

Strangers-to-Lovers

The Vows Between Us- Arranged marriage (Two Parts)

Limelight- (3 part series Boxer Au)

Angels & Airwaves-(Series 29k, Gamer Au,Idol Au)

Never Let you go-(Oneshot 7k, Tattoo Artist Au)

Blizzard 1-(15k,Roommates Au) ✅

Blizzard 2 Let it snow-(8k,BF Au)

Racer

Out of Bounds- (50 part series, Enemies to lovers)

Off the Road-(ONGOING, Older brother best friend au)

Under the checkered flag- (6 part series)

Friends-with-benefits

A lover’s kiss- College au (16 part series 55k)

Sex Education 1-(12k,College Au,Brothers best friend au) ✅

Sex Education 2-(9k,College Au)

Fboy

Unspoken Rules- (3 part series)

Exes-to-Lovers

Navigating tides(Oneshot 18k)

Resurgance-(Oneshot 8k,College Au)

Lose Somebody-(26k)

~Taehyung~

Fantasy

My Demon,My Love-(ONGOING)

Sweet Night-(48k, Angel Au)

Nox-(10k Oneshot,vampire au)

Asunder-(ONGOING, Series on AO3,WarriorTaexMageOC)

Stranger-to-Lovers

Champagne Popsicle- (Oneshot 10k)

The sketch and the smaller eye-(8k Oneshot, Post-apocalitic virus Au)

Crossfire-(8 Part Series, College Au, Gang Au)

Good for me- (7k Oneshot, Badboy)

Ex-to-Lovers

Because of you,blue-(7 part series)

Friends-with-benefits

No kisses- (10 part Series 56k, FootballCaptainxClasspresident)

Enemies-to-Lovers

Sweetbitter-(16k Oneshot, CEO Au)

Office Politics-(27k Oneshot)

Friends-to-Lovers

Breathe Again-(16k Oneshot, My neighbour totoro au)

Heatwave 1-(12k Roommates) ✅

Godless(Heatwave 2)-(9k,FWB,) ✅

Heatwave Drabbles-(11 parts)

Heatwave Drabble-(5k,BF Au)

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gukcnt · 28 days ago

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7 LETTERS OF LOVE ⭒ BTS [m. list]

through the challenges of military enlistment, seven men face the journey of separation, longing and reunion, bound together by a love that refuses to fade.

pairing — dom!bts x sub!femreader

genre — military enlistment au, established relationship, slice of life, domestic vibes, smut, fluff, angst

warnings — 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, conflict and argument, grief, military enlistment anxiety, depression, post departure grief, separation, mental and physical pain, harmful coping mechanisms, sadness, mental health themes, smoking and drinking, each oneshot contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the dark and potentially triggering content)

a/n — this isn't an interconnected series, just seven completely different oneshots, all centered around the military enlistment theme. Each story has their own vibe and storyline! <3

taglist — [open]

status — ongoing

m. list

────୨ৎ────

⤷ back in your arms

in which jungkook returns from his military service to reunite with his girl, spending a passionate night filled with love and longing after their separation.

⤷ my love, until I return

in which you and taehyung share an emotional final day, filled with desperate love and physical connection, as you prepare for the pain of his impending military enlistment.

⤷ to be released.

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inthelow · 8 months ago

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THE LIST — BTS OT7 (introduction).

Pairing: fashion girl f!reader x ot7!bts

Summary: after finding out that some girls have a list of their hookups and how they rank them on different aspects, the boys are eager to know their scores and show you how they can be better than the others.

Genre: literally porn with a plot; a lil fluff but mostly smut and crack

Note/warning: there’s a lot of sexual talk, jokes and scenes so if you don’t like it please get out bc it’s mostly that lol, the porn will start in the first chap this is the intro cuz i love to write shit and silly jokes;; also, it does have a lot of plot twist shit and some delicate themes that i’ll be warning next chapter since i love to write complex female characters so yeah, porn with a lot of plot actually.

Masterlist: introduction, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

“Can you keep scrolling?. This foreshadowing trend is getting boring.”

It was a beautiful Saturday night in Korea, the end of summer was coming and most people were taking advantage of the amazing weather to go out and spent time outside. People would believe one of the biggest bands in the whole world would be enjoying their money and going outside with friends or travelling to other places, maybe even practicing or creating new projects for their careers, Bangtan wasn’t doing any of that. The seven guys were in your apartment watching TikTok videos for the last hour. It was almost midnight and they were still in your home just wasting time.

You had invited them to have dinner with other friends to celebrate Thanksgiving in October, a weird tradition none of your friends in the country celebrate but that you had begged them to do it since it was a cultural tradition for you. Of course, it was easy to convince them with dinner, the group had stayed longer that you had planned as always.

“It’s getting late” you mumbled, stretching your arms tiredly.

“Yeah, you’re right” Jin yawned “. I’m getting hungry again, should we order something?.”

They didn’t know how to take a hint.

“Maybe you should, uhm, como se dice… Calabaza, calabaza, cada uno pa’ su casa. Don’t you think?.”

“Bitch, you’re Canadian not hispanic” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re half Korean, you don’t have a hispanic bone in your body” Taehyung said.

“Read a book.”

“Thought she was American.”

“Oh my god” they were so annoying “. Can you guys go home?. The dinner finished like three hours ago.”

“Home is so far” Ho-seok shook his head “. Can I crash here today?.”

“Hell, no.”

“Mean.”

“Should we watch a movie?. This app is slowly killing my brain” Namjoon said with disapproval.

“What if you guys watch a movie in your own home?.”

“Your TV is bigger” Yoongi muttered.

“Dude, you’re a millionaire, buy a bigger one.”

“I don’t believe in bad investment.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“You sofa is comfortable” Jungkook talked, sleepy “. I don’t want to move.”

You sofa was a “L” kinda of furniture. Him and Jin were laying in one and Taehyung and Yoongi in the other part. Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and you were sitting on the floor, all of you separated in different parts around the furniture, your head touching Jungkook’s knee.

You sighed annoyed before giving up, luckily you didn’t have to work tomorrow so you could stay up longer than usual. The eight of you decided to eat the leftovers of the evening and while Jin went to the kitchen to warm the food, one video caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was a guy in the TV talking how some girls had a list in their notes app about all the boys they had slept with and how they rank them on different aspects, he talked how he wanted to know his ranking and ask a friend who he usually hookup with to know his score. The story wasn’t that hard to understand since it was short and fun but what caught the attention of everyone in the room, mostly the boys, was knowing that some girls do that.

“That’s not true” Jungkook chuckled “. Who would make a list like that?.”

Everyone turned their heads to look at you. Jimin started laughing when you just kept quiet.

“Oh, my god. You have one?.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you kidding me?” the younger seemed to wake up completely, he took a seat next to you immediately “. You have a list, what’s the ranking?.”

“I won’t talk about this with you guys” you laughed at their curiosity.

“Why no?” Taehyung pouted “. I want to know too.”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Why would you have a list if you’re not going to talk about it?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I won’t talk about it with you all, I spill with my girls all the time” you smiled innocently “. Have to share the knowledge.”

“You know how fucked up this would be the other way around?” Yoongi asked.

“Men just hate seeing women in male dominated fields.”

“You’re so dumb” Jimin rolled his eyes “. Just tell me the ranking you have and why I’m the number one.”

“Oh, my god” Namjoon threw him a pillow “. Shut up.”

“Yes, thank you. Can you guys never say shit like that again?.”

“I’m curious!” Taehyung whined “. Why can’t we know?.”

“Why would you wanna know?.”

“Wouldn’t it be fair?” Jin appeared from the kitchen, a plate of food in his hand “. Wouldn’t you like to know if we had a ranking about you?.”

The guys pointed at him and his good argument. You knew he was right.

“Touché” you giggled“. Where is the food?.”

He rolled his eyes “Go grab it from the kitchen.”

Everyone stood up to do grab a plate of food from the kitchen and some Soju bottles you had in your fridge. Soon you were all sitting on the floor doing a little round while eating, you knew they weren’t going to let the subject go. You weren’t uncomfortable talking about your hookups with the boys but it was a little weird to know that you’ve had written about almost every guy in that living room in your notes app where you had ranked them and giving some opinions about how good or bad they were when you fucked them.

“So you’re going to tell us?” the younger smiled cutely, trying to convince you.

“Nope, so shut up.”

“Come on” Taehyung whined again ”. I need to know.”

“You guys don’t have bad ranking, it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to know, you were good ” you tried to argue, letting it not be a big thing “. It’s just a comment on how it was, I have bad memory.”

“But it is, I need to know what you wrote about it” he argued back.

“No, you don’t.”

“What about a deal?” Jimin talked, you looked at him confused.

“No.”

“It’s not that” he smiled machiavellian “. You’ve been trying to get into that art project with Jacquemus, right?.”

“First, it’s not an art project, it’s a deal that I’m trying to do to expand my brand” you corrected him “. Second, what about it?.”

“Yeah, that, whatever” he giggled when you looked annoyed “. What if I casually introduce you to Simon and you talk about the business deal with him?.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, I have an event with Tiffany & Co’s next week and he casually happens to be in it” Jimin shrouded “. You can come with me as my stylist.”

Oh, he was tempting.

You had been in the fashion industry since you graduated. Getting a job in a fashion magazine where you got to know more about the business and then successfully opening your own clothing brand where you got to sponsor a lot of celebrities around the world, Bangtan being one of them, actually them being one of the first ones to support your little business when you started. Their company had been the first to contact you to use your brand when Taehyung was capture wearing some of your cute sweaters back in 2018. Of course, you were already friends before that, when you guys bonded in some event back in that year and had spent nights sleeping with each other you had become really close friends so it wasn’t a big deal for you that he wanted to take some of your clothes when he found you working one day, of course you didn’t know the big deal it would be after that. You had to thank him a lot when people reached for your brand after that. And the thing was, people didn’t know that you were actually that close, and they didn’t need to, they would say you had slept your way to the top and it wasn’t true, you had slept around before it.

“You swear?.”

“Pinky swear, baby” he showed you his finger for you to grabbed it.

“I better get the invitation tomorrow.”

“It would be the first thing you see in the morning.”

you sighed, surrendering “Just the ranking of you guys.”

“Everything we want to know” he shook his head “. I’m getting you a meeting with the owner of the company you want to buy or whatever.”

“I don’t…” he was good at annoying you “. It’s not a meeting, you’re just introducing me to him.”

“Still enough. Once I introduce you, you’re gonna get the deal. You’re a good shit-talker.”

“I hate you” he smirked “. Three questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Our rankings, two questions each and we don’t talk about this again.”

“Deal.”

You both intertwined fingers and everyone cheered like it was some of the biggest deals made in history. You rolled your eyes, almost comically before grabbing your phone.

“Okay, what do you guys wanna know?.”

“How many people do you have on your list?” the first one to ask was Namjoon.

“Thirty-nine.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up, if you had a list you probably would have like three thousand.”

“Not true” Yoongi defended himself “. I can count them with my fingers.”

“And you will have to multiply them by ten.”

“She’s right, you’re kinda of a whore” Taehyung nodded “. A silent whore though, I’ve barely know your hookups.”

“Anyway” the rapper changed the subject “. Is it actually a ranking of who was the best?.”

“It’s not” you denied “. I just have the names of the people I have slept with and, you know, I just ranked them for different topics and write some comments” you smiled “. It started because I wanted to sleep with all zodiac signs and then I just keep going to remember how it was.”

“That’s crazy” Jin commented “. What topics?.”

“So only four of us are on the list?” Hobi questioned.

“Five actually” you blushed for the first time in the night.

“Wait, what?” the boy frowned “. I know about Tae, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Surprise” Yoongi smiled.

“God” you shook your head “. So, yeah, I mean, it happened like six months ago.”

“I mean, everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually” Namjoon nodded.

“Weird you guys never talked about it” Jimin pointed out.

“Not that weird actually, they barely talked about their hookups” Taehyung said “. But everyone knows they’re sluts.”

“Ouch?” you chuckled “. We were kinda drunk, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You didn’t answer my question” Jin took your attention.

“Why you wanna know so much?. You are not in the list” Jimin laughed.

“I want to know how bad are you guys.”

“Please, I probably have a ten out of ten score” the dancer said confidently “. Is a ten out of ten score, right?.”

“Yes and It’s not that big of a deal, to be honest” you shrugged “. It’s just how good you were, notes about what was the best and some comments.”

“Can I read it for you?” Hobi said with excitement.

“No, and you just finish your questions so shut it.”

“Okay, I wanna know my ranking and comments” Jungkook said with obviousness.

“Yeah, for everyone” Namjoon said.

“Just read it for us” Jimin nodded.

“You actually want me to read you rankings out loud?” you questioned.

“Duh.”

“Wait, why am I getting nervous?” the younger frowned “. I wasn’t bad, right?.”

“I know I wasn’t bad, we had a lot of sex, you wouldn’t have sex with the same person if-” Tae stopped himself mid sentence “- Why did you give me that look?!. Was I bad?!.”

“Oh, my god” Yoongi rolled his eyes “. Just read it.”

“As you wish.”

“Why are you scrolling that much?” Hobi sat next to you “. Wow, Taehyung you were her number twenty-four.”

“Get away” you pushed the dancer.

“I want to know too” Jin sat behind you to look at your screen “. Oh, wow.”

“Read it!.”

“Okay, okay. It’s very explicit.”

“Even better” everyone complained at Jimin’s comment.

“Is everyone sure…?”

“Yes!.”

You giggled at their impatience before looking at your phone. You couldn’t read that out loud, you fake gagged at the thought of doing it. It was easier when you were drunk and talking with your girls and not sober with seven boys trying to know who was best at fucking you.

“Shit, I can’t, it’s weird” you sighed “. By the way, I need to clarify that there is no person in the list that has a ten out of ten, there is just one guy that has nine point five out of ten and is none of you” everyone booed “. So if you feel that you’re low, believe me you’re not” Ho-seok smiled amused when you gave him your phone “. Okay, you read it.”

“Hurry up!.”

“Taehyung, eight out of ten. Big dick, he fucks really good when he’s mad and is usually very intense in the act. Comments: he’s down to try almost any weird shit, finger play goes crazy.”

Taehyung got up, smiling and bowing to the boys who pretended to throw up at the information.

“You heard it, baby girls. I’m big dick.”

“Shut up.”

“You can call me ‘big dick’ from now on, guys.”

“Let me read the parenthesis” Jin took everyones attention.

“No!, wait…”

“(He seems to always finish first and sometimes doesn’t care if you do).”

Everyone started laughing, Taehyung got all red and you hid your face with your hands, embarrassed

“That was one time because I had to catch a plane!. You told me it was okay…”

“I knew Tae wasn’t a giver” Jimin clicked his tongue “. Should give him a two out of ten.”

“By the way, everyone has a parenthesis” Jin smiled “. And it seems it’s the bad things.”

“Wow, you rated one guy two out of ten” Hobi chuckled “. It says ‘Bad eater, small dick’. Damn, you’re mean.”

“Don’t read that!” you threw him a pillow.

“I wanna know mine!” Namjoon interrupted.

“Let me go by order, Jungkook is number twenty-eight” the dancer talked, the younger look attentively “. Jungkook, seven point five out of ten.”

“Ha!” Tae laughed at him.

“Great sex, one time he made me come thrice in less than one hour, he’s really hot when goes dominant guy. Comments: his stamina is crazy, can fuck for hours, good at being submissive.”

“I want to know the parenthesis!.”

“Three times in less than an hour is crazy” Ho-seok muttered.

“Lacks self respect” Jin giggled.

“What?. What it does even mean?” Jungkook frowned.

“Uhm, you know” you cleared your throat “. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re cute. Is… you know?” you went silent.

“Stop stalling” the younger was confused “. What did you mean by that?.”

“Babe, you have never say no to anything I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“And?.”

“Oh” Yoongi chuckled “, I get it.”

“What it’s wrong with that?” Jungkoon asked.

“Dude, she’s a fucking freaky” Jimin said “. There are things even Tae probably said no to.”

“That’s true” the idol nodded “. And you’re not that freaky, Kook. Lack of self respect.”

“I mean, for me is great but people might take advantage of you” you grimaced.

“Didn’t you do that?” Jimin questioned.

“And why wouldn’t I?.”

The guys laughed and Jungkook sat back thinking about the comment.

“Okay, me next!.”

“Right, you” Hobi read the list “. Number thirty-four, Jimin. Eight out of ten too.”

Knows how to move and how to get you in the mood immediately, weirdly good at quickies. Comments: loves face riding as much as me, after care it’s amazing.

“You listen to it, whores!” Jimin sang excited “. I should have the ten out of ten. What can even be the bad comment?. Too much after care?.”

“Gets to much into it, forgets to keep you in the mood.”

Everyone started to made fun of him.

“So basically, you don’t know how to entertain her. You bored her” Yoongi sighed “. Oh, you’re that bad, uh.”

“It didn’t say that!.”

“Jimin is bad at sex…”

“Shut up, six out of ten.”

“I was seven point five!.”

“Next one is Joon” Hobi read “. Number thirty-five. Oh, wow, after Jimin.”

“Why would you say that?” you shook your head.

“I’m just reading, baby” he chuckled.

Namjoon, seven point five out of ten. Knows how to talk you through it, good dick. Comments: he’s hot. (loves cowgirl but doesn’t know when to change it, got tired of it.)

“That’s it?” the leader whined “. Why that low then?.”

“I mean, it was great” you tried to not put him down “. But we had sex once, it wasn’t that mind blowing… But it was great!.”

“What she’s trying to say is that you’re mid” Jimin smiled.

“Shut up, you bored her to death.”

“My god, can we just finish this?” you complained.

“Let’s give it up for Yoongi” Taehyung clapped “. I’m going to give it a guess and said one out of ten.”

“That’s why his hookups never come back” Jimin added to the joke.

“They only fucked once and Yoongi seems lazy, has to be lower than me” Namjoon said.

“I can’t believe you put me the same score as Namjoon and you guys only fucked once” Jungkook complained.

“Believe me, it’s a good rank. It doesn’t say you’re bad” you defended.

“Yoongi is number thirty-nine” Hoseok read “. Wait, he was your last one?.”

“Damn, was he that bad you had to go celibate?” Jimin joked.

“I’ve been busy and, honestly, I’ve been fucking a lot this last couple of years” you chuckled“. And since it was mostly mid or bad sex, I wanted mind blowing sex before stopping for a while.”

“And you chose Yoongi?.”

“He just happened to be there” you shrugged.

“Ouch?.”

“So now you’re looking to settle down?” Taehyung questioned.

“I don’t know yet but I’ve sworn celibacy, I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along” the guys laughed at your dumb comment but you were serious.

“Yoongi is nine out of ten.”

“What?!.”

Yoongi chuckled, playing with the end of his shirt while the other guys were shocked. You laughed a little and Hobi decided to continue.

Knows how to make you come, he’s hella good with his fingers. Comments: tongue technology theory confirmed, squirted for the second time ever

“Wow, okay, we didn’t need to know that” Hobi made a disgusted face.

“The only bad thing it says is that you could be better in after care” Jin told him.

“Could be better in after care?” Jimin opened his mouth, offended “. That’s the only bad thing?. How- I can’t believe it.”

“You only fucked once and you put him nine out of ten?. Oh, my god, so I was that bad” Namjoon seemed like he was about to do a tantrum.

“I can’t believe it” Jungkook whispered.

“Fucking shit. Okay, and that’s all” you grabbed your phone “. Let’s not speak about this ever again.”

“But…”

“The deal.”

“Ugh” Taehyung pouted.

“Just one last thing” Jungkook grabbed your attention “. Who has the nine point five out of ten?.”

“Why is that important?.”

“I just want to know the comments” he said, he was serious.

“Antoine Lafleche” Hobi said.

“How do you…?”

“The only thing it says was ‘Wow’. Took my attention.”

“Yeah, well, he was” you smiled slightly “. Met him when I travelled to Paris for the exchange of my fashion program” you sighed “. We spend the last week of my course together, it really was ‘wow’. Sadly, we never exchanged numbers or anything.”

Jungkook nodded before standing up “well, I hated the ranking. We should head home now, it’s late.”

“You’re right” Jin stood up too “. By the way, this was really fun.”

“For you, I can’t believe I had an eight out of ten. I can’t believe Yoongi got ranked better than me!” Jimin started complaining.

“Don’t talk about it!” you whined “Shit, just get out.”

Of course you knew they would talk about it, probably even complain and argue how one was better than the other. What you didn’t except was for them to make a bet. That night you went to sleep while the guys arrived to their complex, thinking about that list after the silent road to home was almost to quiet, everyone thinking how many other girls had ranked them as low as you.

“Seven point five” Jungkook snorted when he sat on the couch “. Not even an eight.”

“I feel you.”

“Shut up, you fucked once. We did it many times and she gave me the same score as you?” the younger groaned, annoyed “. This is unbelievable.”

“I can’t believe Yoongi has a nine out of ten. One more point than me!” Jimin complained “. She was probably too drunk and thought it was good.”

“That’s an insane comment” the rapper rolled his eyes “. And not my fault you guys don’t know how to actually be good in bed.”

“Well, at least I have a big dick” Tae shrugged.

“Can you guys shut the hell up” Jin rolled his eyes “. You’re all bad in bed, we get it.”

“Please, you would get a two out of ten” Jungkook said “. When was the last time you got laid, grandpa?.”

Jimin laughed “yeah, you would probably be the lowest.”

“I don’t know, I kinda trust Jin. He seems to have game” Taehyung nodded.

“Stop being weird” Ho-seok chuckled.

“I would get that ten” Jin said with confidence “. You all had comments, I would just get that number and none of that shit reviews.”

“I can’t believe a guy name Antoine got a ‘wow’, the fuck is that supposed to mean?” the younger rolled his eyes.

“That he was that good” Jimin hummed “. I’m gonna get that ten out of ten” he mumbled “. It’s gonna be a ten out of ten and period, no more comments, just that good and speechless.”

“You already have a eight out of ten, give up” Yoongi told him with annoyance.

“So what?, you think I can’t get a better score than you?.”

“I think you just can’t get good in bed” the rapper barked.

“Stop” Namjoon rolled his eyes “. She said she’s on celibacy or whatever, she won’t sleep with you guys.”

“Wanna bet?.”

“Yah!, stop betting shit” Taehyung scolded his friends.

“I’m just saying, I want it to make it more fun” he shrugged.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head “make what more fun?.”

“I mean, I will get that ten out of ten no matter what” he talked like it wasn’t a big deal “. I just thought it would be fun if we all actually had one more chance, you know?. To see who’s actually better.”

“You’re a weird shit, you know that?” Ho-seok crossed his arms.

“And you all are still thinking about it.”

The room went silent, everyone actually thinking about the deal. But it wasn’t just a deal, after that score, the guys were a little hurt, mostly their egos, they knew they were good in bed, they had a lot of people confirming that but to know that they weren’t the best at it was a little but hurt, even more when they were now in the top of the world. They wanted to show you that they could get that perfect score, and if they had to compete with someone for that, who was best that each other?. They were the best of the best, they were going to change that ranking.

“I actually don’t care” Jin laid back on the sofa “. But I’ll get that number ten just for fun.”

“You’re on” Taehyung immediately stood up “. I know her more than you guys, I’ll get that number.”

“You know her more and you still got that eight, sit back down” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Are you really doing this?” Ho-seok shook his head.

“If you are that afraid of getting a bad number, back off” Namjoon made fun of his brother.

“Please” the dancer scoffed “. One night and I’ll get that ten, seven point five.”

“Don’t call me that!.”

“I don’t care about competing with any of you” Jungkook said “. I’ll work hard for that number, and I’ll get it.”

Yoongi snorted “I had one drunken night with her and she gave me a nine, give me ten minutes sober and I’ll get a fucking hundred.”

“Game on, baby!.”

You shouldn’t have shown them the list. Or maybe it was for the best?. Celibacy life wasn’t for you anyway.

this is me revealing as an insane ot7 😔🙏🏼

this is gonna be a flop but i was watching this guy on tiktok talking about this girl that rank him in bed a nine and how he lacked self respect and i was laughing so hard and then i was like waittt this is a good idea for a porn plot and then a bts edit appeared and i was like yea i need to write about it so here we are

this is gonna be like a lot of smut and i’m not that good at it but i wanna try it lmao so just for funzies and giggles u know

anyway next chapter soon hehe, i will also be editing and posting/editing the masterlist soon<33 just was too excited to post this

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—Now playing: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski ✫

"Oh! You should've seen them!" Daphne's mother was absolutely losing it, practically bursting with glee.

As soon as the teenagers offered their last greetings and left, she emerged from her hiding spot with the bouquet of tulips still in her hands.

She turned toward the anteroom, looking at the door as it had suddenly turned transparent and could show her the world beyond. Only Cleo's delighted squeal snapped her out of the reverie.

The girl drew in a sharp breath as she examined what the woman had in her hands.

"He brought tulips for her?" she asked, wide-eyed. Daphne's mother nodded, a big smile tugged at her lips.

Cleo gasped, then squealed. "It's so cute! You see? They're destined for each other."

The woman could only softly laugh as they slipped on their shoes, preparing to head next door to Granny.

She'd been silently observing her daughter ever since they relocated from the city.

She recalled the sullen expression that overtook Daphne's face when they'd shared the news. Delivering it had been emotionally taxing for both parents, especially the mother, who was fully aware of the truth behind her daughter's sulky mood.

She, among everyone in the family, was the most worried about Daphne, particularly in the realm of social interaction.

She'd nurtured Daphne ever since the girl could breathe and knew the type of person she was. Socialising had never ranked high on Daphne's list of priorities, but over time, her mother's concern deepened.

She didn't want Daphne to see a friend only in her close-knit family. She didn't like seeing the girl all alone. It'd been so since kindergarten—she'd always find her daughter alone in a corner, seemingly content.

And it didn't even bother the girl so much that the mother sometimes would reprimand herself, accusing herself of viewing everything through a lens of hyperbole.

But as Daphne grew up, things didn't change, and, eventually, the woman stopped scolding herself. It was an issue—maybe not for Daphne, but certainly for her. She feared her daughter might one day regret it.

When Daphne was still a child, the woman would take her to the park and watch her play with other kids, hoping she'd build a bond with them.

Nothing.

Daphne would play with the children as any normal kid would, but her mother could see that she viewed them as mere passersby, nothing more.

That conviction solidified during Daphne's preteen and teenage years. So, when the girl finally found a friend, Margot, it felt like an answered prayer.

After years of being by herself, unbothered by the hollowness she filled with books, Daphne had finally found someone to confide in.

The decision to move hadn't been made lightly. There were weighty reasons behind it—reasons Daphne understood, even if they left her conflicted.

On the day they locked the apartment door for the final time, Daphne spoke to no one—not out of resentment, but because she needed to mourn in her own quiet way.

During the drive, despite her husband's repeated reassurances, Daphne's mother couldn't help but call her daughter's attention to every detail she hoped would spark delight.

Now, they had arrived at this moment, and the mother found herself overwhelmed with gratitude.

One moment, she was thanking the heavens for sending Cleo Daphne's way, and now, without any prayers whatsoever, Daphne was going on a date, a scenario considered distant and honestly scary in the woman's head.

"He'll treat your daughter right," Cleo murmured, gently pulling her back to the present. She bit back a smile, a soft sigh coming from her lips.

Finished tying her laces, Cleo stood up straight, her birthmark-like grin as radiant as ever. "I'll make sure of it," she said.

From her vantage point in the house, Daphne's mother had only seen fragments of what unfolded when Taehyung arrived. But Granny and Grandpa, next door, had witnessed the entire scene as the young couple stepped into the car.

They saw how Taehyung insisted that Daphne not touch the car and let him open the door for her.

They saw how their granddaughter's body trembled as she threw her head and laughed softly.

They also saw how Daphne's eyes followed Taehyung as he went around the car to get into the driver's seat.

What mattered the most was the tattooed smile on the girl's face as they drove off.

That was why, when Granny received the bouquet of tulips and was asked to put them in a flower pot as Daphne requested, her face warmed up with a gleeful smile.

—Now playing: Better by Khalid ✫

Daphne loves travelling—moving in general. Funny because she also really loved routines and stagnant days.

She had cherished the journey from the city to the countryside when they moved in September.

There was an indescribable beauty to the scenery blurring past her.

They'd left their apartment for good early on that fateful morning. The sky was awash in deep cyan shade, the air was fresh, and the city was yet to fully wake up.

She mentally bid farewell to the flat before leaving. At that moment, her sadness overwhelmed her excitement, and once she sat in the car, belt fastened, she fell asleep.

She woke up shortly after, immediately wearing her headphones to isolate herself from her mother's constant comments.

Though the sadness had melted into fatigue, she still wasn't ready to listen. But all resistance vanished once the view shifted—from tall grey buildings to sweeping fields of green.

Suddenly, she wanted to tell her mother there was no need to speak. She was convinced.

Now, as Taehyung drove her to the train station, Daphne reminisced about that day.

She hadn't known it at the time, but her parents had made the best decision for her because now she sat next to her crush, en route to their first date.

"You really like this place, don't you?" A smile tugged at Taehyung's lips as he glanced at her. Her mind returned to the present.

Daphne shifted her focus to him, tearing her eyes off the view outside. It was already getting dark, given the season, but she looked forward to how the day would unfold. The hour hand of the clock was around twenty minutes away from five.

"You won't believe it," she began, legs angled toward him and elbow resting before the window. "Haven't I told you that I didn't want to come here before?"

Flicking his eyes between the road and Daphne's brown ones, Taehyung's face glowed in joy—a very subtle way to showcase the extraordinary feelings within. "I think it was about Margot, right?"

Daphne's laugh was soft and dry. The mentioned name sparked memories she wanted to forget. They were unwelcome in such a precious moment. They felt like black ink flushing down in a sea of clear water, tainting it.

"Yeah." Her voice was toned down, her beautiful smile momentarily fading only to return when she came back to her senses. "Yeah, but the place and the looks changed it all right then and there."

Slowing down, the car came to a halt at the red light. Taehyung's hand lingered on the gearshift, fingers tapping as if he were holding himself back.

"Well, you would've had your grandparents as neighbours." He broke the brief moment of silence, putting an end to the uninterrupted hum of the engine.

Daphne turned toward him fully, looking at him now that he had the chance to return the favour. "Yeah, but... You know. I've always had trouble making friends—"

"Funny," he interjected, a teasing smile playing on his lips, "because you weren't here for even two months before you grabbed my attention. Like literally grabbed my attention." He softly chuckled when he caught her blushing and looking away.

Her posture shifted defensively, a leg slung over the other and arms crossed before her chest.

"What do you have in store for us today?" she asked, staring straight ahead as the car moved once again.

"Smooth deflection," he let out a low laugh, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes as he caught her smile in the corner of his eye. His voice dipped, playful and warm.

"I wasn't purposely trying to change the topic," she insisted, still not meeting his gaze. "We're getting close, and I just got curious."

Her bright smile returned to her face, but her eyes refused to look for Taehyung's, watching the life outside flash by them.

Taehyung hummed, convinced not even in the slightest. "Yeah, then look at me."

Utter silence.

"Lauri, I've spent enough time with you to know that when you avoid looking at me, you're shy—"

"Taehyung," she groaned, half-whining. "We're barely thirty minutes in, and you're already killing me." As she talked, she feigned wanting to open the car door and throw herself out.

The boy threw his head back as he stopped the car at another red light. Their distance to the train station shrank with every passing moment.

"Yeah, whatever." He came down from the laughter, and Daphne gasped, acting offended and softly slapping his arm. "How do you know where the train station is? You've travelled by yourself already?" He changed the topic.

"Haven't I told you yet? Probably not, but— oh, my God, should I tell you this?—"

"Why shouldn't you?" Daphne remained silent, keeping her eyes on him, knowing he'd turn to look at her. As expected, he glanced at her, suspicious of the silence.

"Why shouldn't you?" he repeated, before returning his eyes to the road.

Daphne bit her inner cheek. "Promise you won't attack me verbally or with your smug looks—"

"Attack you verbally? Never. Not me. What is it about? Your anxiety?" Silence again.

He snickered.

She grinned and rolled her eyes, seeing the look rising on his face—exactly the smug look she begged him to withhold.

His quiet chuckles turned into full-on cackles. "Tell me. Now you've got to tell me."

"Honestly," she began, sitting upright to face him, "I was expecting you to, I don't know, scold me?"

Taehyung snorted in disbelief. "Scold you? What am I? Your dad? Besides, I don't know the full story because you keep stalling."

Daphne dropped her back against the seat, shaking a foot in hesitation. Then she gave up—not like she had any other option; they had a long day ahead of themselves.

"The first time I failed my physics test—"

"The Ugly Topic one?"

She nodded.

"My friends felt so bad for me that they organised a picnic right after school."

Taehyung let out a laugh, shaking his head. He had been convinced that the dramatic scenes he'd seen with Daphne couldn't get worse.

"Don't laugh! I felt so bad that day!" She slapped his arm again.

Jokingly, he warned her, "Hey, you better stop. I'm driving. Driver's assault is not allowed in this vehicle."

Daphne narrowed her eyes at him, giving up. "Thank your god you're driving else I would've tickled the shit out of you."

He snorted again, turning into the silent street leading to the train station. "Yeah, totally. Lauri, you talk as if you won't be spending the rest of the day with me. Be careful."

Daphne gasped, accepting the challenge. She returned to sitting upright. "What could ever happen to me when I'm with you?"

Taehyung shrugged, lips pursing in feigned innocence. "I don't know. Fuck around and find out."

Daphne laughed under her breath, her back to the seat. As she did so, her eyes moved to the view outside the window.

Given the season, the scenery was way different. The last time she'd come here, wearing thick jackets and coats wasn't mandatory.

She thought it was almost ironic how humans dressed up while nature lost its jacket.

The fields were flatter than usual. Empty and shy of any human presence. The trees had lost their leaves, completely exposed to the crisp, cold weather of the approaching winter.

"Returning to your question," Taehyung resumed. "We'll have fun at the amusement park first and then dinner." Daphne nodded.

"I see what you did there." Taehyung softly laughed, nodding to the implied compliment. "Great, I won't be throwing up tonight."

He laughed, turning to park the car. The vehicle came to a stop as they pulled into the lot, and silence hit their ears in place of the rumbling sounds of the engine.

Excitement bubbled in Daphne's guts as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. Because of the heating system in Taehyung's car, she'd almost forgotten how cold the weather was, and as she stepped out, she clutched her scarf, closing her previously opened jacket.

"Okay, okay, we need to place some ground rules." Taehyung's voice resounded from the other side of the car. A soft clicking sound, and the vehicle was locked.

Daphne looked in his direction, waiting for him to reach her. "Ground rules for what?" she replied.

"For what? Are you kidding me?" his voice got louder and the distance smaller. "First, you insisted on buying me food in school, and now you've opened and closed the car door yourself. Completely unacceptable."

Got things cleared out, Daphne burst into laughter at his motivations. "You've got to be kidding me." She muffled a giggle, letting him sling his arm around her shoulders, dragging her closer to him.

"Nah-a. You've got to take them seriously." He tried sounding serious, but the amusement in his tone and the smile on his face betrayed him.

Wrapping her free arm around his waist, Daphne smiled through a laugh and peered up. "What if I told you I'm paying for my dinner?"

Taehyung froze mid-step, eyes wide with theatrical horror. "Don't tell me you brought money for yourself."

Daphne burst into laughter. "Oh, my God. You think I'm serious? I was just joking."

Sighing in relief and smiling at the sounds of her incessant giggles, Taehyung resumed his walk. "Damn, Lauri. You almost had me there." Daphne rolled her eyes at the exaggeration. "But you don't have money on you, right?"

"Tae, what kind of question is that?" she replied as they momentarily separated once at the ticket machine.

She had some cash for emergencies—or in case she needed to sneak in a small surprise—but she knew Taehyung would insist on covering everything. It was just how he was. Still, teasing him about it never got old.

"Are you trying to pay for my ticket right under my eyes?" she questioned, moving to stop him.

"No. Not under. Kneel so I'll pay for it on top of your eyes." The witty remark made her laugh so hard that her voice resounded through the mildly empty station.

He scoffed, a bright grin still on his face. She came down from the laughter and immediately continued teasing him. This time, it was physical; she tickled him.

"Lauri, I'm trying to put the right info— please!" he begged, but she tittered, remaining relentless.

"Lauri?" he called with a warning tone. She didn't stop, nor did the tickling. So he decided to be just as stubborn and did his best to resist.

Daphne noticed it, but as time passed, his resistance wavered, and she couldn't wait to see him fall.

"Oh, my God. You're stubborn as hell today," he spoke, finally done with paying for both tickets.

She still wouldn't stop, so he turned around and picked her up, walking to the platform to catch their train.

She squealed, smacking his shoulder and begging him to drop her, but her tone was anything but serious. Thank God the station wasn't crowded, otherwise she would've been so embarrassed. Only a handful of people saw and heard them.

He carried her down the stairs, determined to reach the opposite platform.

"Taehyung?" she called repeatedly. He paid his ears deaf and proceeded. Daphne didn't quit hitting his shoulder or calling his name.

They both chose to be heavily stubborn that day.

Her wish came true only once they'd reached their destination. As her feet came in contact with the ground, so did her hand against his chest.

He laughed and blew raspberries at her, running when she tried reaching over to hit him again.

A wide smile spread across her face as she watched him run for a short distance and slow down when he noticed she wasn't going after him anymore. It appeared that her stubbornness had finally found a limit.

Feigning to be angry, she turned her back to him, and he softly chuckled, returning to her.

"What now?" His deep voice reached her ears, and only then did she realise the proximity.

She pretended his tone didn't do things to her, keeping her back to him and acting angry. He played along.

First, he tried to spin her around to face her, but she'd always turn around again. Then, he tried moving around himself, but soon they seemed like two spinning idiots. So, his last resort was hugging her from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"You trynna act angry, huh?" As he spoke, she felt his breath softly hit her neck. Goosebumps rose all over her body, from her head to her toes.

He saw her smile because, from his perspective, he had a clear view of her swelling cheeks.

"Angry people smile?" he taunted, oblivious to the rollercoaster within her.

Sucking some air, he continued. "Angry people smile in the city?" he asked, tickling her.

Instantly, her play was called off as she sprang up and out of his hug, laughing. "What does that even mean?"

He snickered, approaching her as she tried to escape. "Nothing, really. I was just trying to get a reaction. Didn't have to try hard." She stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes at him, immediately glaring holes in his face.

"What?" he laughed, his tone defensive.

The robotic voice announcing their train interrupted the moment. Taehyung checked the tickets and nodded.

"That's us," he said.

Daphne moved closer, leaning over to confirm. He quickly pulled the tickets behind his back, back in the mood for fun.

She went along with it, calling for him to quit the play as she tried pulling his hands out of their hiding spot.

—Now playing: Mon Amour by GEMINI ✫

After Daphne dragged him to the school bar, Taehyung realised he really liked being pulled by someone, specifically by her.

Once the train came to a stop and the doors slid open, Daphne grabbed his hand and led the way, looking for a nice spot to sit.

That brief moment—almost—to himself made him realise—again—that he was indeed on a date with her, the leading figure in his day and night dreams.

"Is there nice?" Daphne's voice dragged him out of the trance. Following her index, he looked at the spot. It was at the centre of the wagon; two pairs of double seats facing each other.

He agreed and followed as she pulled him. She was by the window, and he was beside her.

The movements and the proximity caused him to be reminded of her perfume, which was different from usual, but would certainly remain imprinted in his mind forever.

Letting his desires take hold of him, he leaned closer, placing his head on her shoulder.

It caught her off guard, especially when she turned to check on him, only to look away because of the proximity.

He seemed unbothered, as if he didn't notice anything. It annoyed her how he could easily pull it off. So, she decided to ease her nerves.

She was finally going on a date with the boy she's had a crush on for so long. She couldn't ruin it by acting all shy.

Maybe later, but not now. Besides, he did say he liked it when she was bold.

The doors slid back close, and the trains moved to the next station.

Her gaze moved to his hand, which found comfort on her knee, working as a heating pad. Fighting through the timidity, she held it with both hands, playing with his fingers to burn off some time.

Again, he seemed utterly nonchalant. She envied how he could sit there like nothing was happening, when her thoughts were racing a mile a minute.

He was losing it on the inside, of course—but Taehyung and his friends were seasoned performers when it came to masking emotion. Adrielle, Jimin, Avyanna, and Jungkook—none of them were strangers to theatrics.

Taehyung had mastered the art of concealing his emotions. But no one had ever pushed his buttons the way Daphne did. Half the time, he discovered new buttons existed because of her.

"So," Daphne broke the silence, struggling to hide her nervousness. "Why didn't we drive to the amusement park?"

Without moving his head from her shoulder, Taehyung replied, "I don't really know my way there. Jungkook is usually the one who drives us around and out of town, so."

A bubble of warmth burst in her chest, the consequence of her withheld emotions. His words were muffled since his cheek was on her shoulder.

She laughed under her breath, hands busy playing with his fingers. "Is Jungkook your chauffeur or some'?"

He grinned and laughed, agreeing before moving his eyes to her hands to play with her. "He's always driving us around in summer, mainly because he's got so many connections and knows so many people. Holidays are never boring with him."

"You go to the beach?" she asked, head slowly dropping against his.

Taehyung sighed, enjoying the comfort of the moment. "Yes." As he spoke, his thumb repeatedly caressed Daphne's freshly done nails, enjoying the smoothness of the surface.

"How do you know?" His question caught her off guard. He even felt her body briefly stiffen.

How did she know?

Oh, well. Yes, Cleo had shown her pictures—talked about the group's beach days before school even began—but Daphne's knowledge ran deeper than that. She may or may not have scrolled through Taehyung's profile with her burner account on more than one occasion..

Swallowing and trying to keep her cool, she answered, "Erm.. It's just a random guess." Voice soft, almost fading away with the nervousness.

Taehyung remained silent for a bit, busy thinking about something, as his pursed lips suggested. Then, he finally moved his head to face Daphne.

"Oh, I just asked to know if I was the only one consistently checking your Instagram account."

Oh, where does this boy find his courage? Daphne needed the address.

Her eyes bulged out, and Taehyung knew he struck a chord with those words, but he feared he might have overshared. These are one of the many negative sides of him getting too comfortable around people.

He didn't utter a word; his mind was void. But Daphne hadn't stopped playing with his fingers, and he wanted to take it as a good sign.

"No," she replied. "You weren't the only one." Her voice, again, was timid and low. "And the beach wasn't just a random guess— it could be, but isn't in this case."

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and sat upright, looking at Daphne with a growing smile. Objectively, it would help ease the nerves, but all Daphne really wanted was a pillow to scream into.

Shamelessly, she spoke again. "So... the restaurant—" His laugh cut her off, and soon she was laughing as well, face redder than her lipstick.

"You're totally not trying to change the topic, right?" She shook her head, laughing at the irony.

With one last breath, he finally stopped, body still upright, and his gaze looked for Daphne.

Other than the pillow, could someone please add a cliff she could jump off to the list?

—Now playing: Venus In The Sea by Ha Vay ✫

"Okay, this place is totally different from the town I went to with my friends."

The sky had darkened, casting a deep navy blue over the modern station, accented by golden light from streetlamps and glowing signage.

Unlike the sleepy calm of her own station, this one buzzed with life, likely due to the reopening of the amusement park. People of all ages filled the walkways, a blend of laughter, announcements, and rolling suitcases creating a lively hum.

As they made their way to the exit, Daphne's senses filtered out the ambient noise. All she could really hear was the rhythm of their footsteps and the sound of Taehyung's voice beside her.

God, she loved his voice.

"Adrielle is organising a winter prom in collaboration with other schools next town."

Completely past the first stage of her shyness, now holding hands with Taehyung came in naturally, not without the butterflies though. The warmth was a stark contrast to the cold weather they sauntered through.

"Oh my God, that sounds amazing!" she beamed, looking up at him. She probably appeared composed, but her composure was hanging on by a thread made of string cheese.

The amusement park wasn't too far away from the train station, and they could already hear the music. Its rhythm seemed to organise the chaotic movements of the butterflies in her guts, bringing them to dance.

Daphne's left hand was buried in her pocket while the other was in Taehyung's, swinging up and down to reflect the giddiness within both.

"When is it going to be held?" Taehyung shrugged, still unsure.

"It's still in the works. I just know it'll be held in another town because we don't have a hall as big enough to host so many students."

The crowd around them was diverse—children running ahead, teens chatting animatedly, adults shepherding little ones or wandering in pairs.

"You inviting everyone this time?" she teased, a grin tugging at her lips.

He chuckled, catching the reference. "You remembered that?"

She nodded. "I'm a pretty good listener."

He looked down at her, smiling unconsciously. Her face mirrored his, glowing under the neon lights and a tide of affection.

"You're friends with Cleo. Anyone's a good listener next to her," he joked.

She hit his arm. "Are you—?"

He held up his hands. "Not throwing shade! Just... celebrating the diversity of mankind."

"I don't know if you're throwing shade at me or Cleo." Gradually, the volume of their voices increased as the music became louder, and the closer they were to the park.

"I said I'm not throwing shade at anyone, nor denying that you're a good listener. I was just trying to show how beautiful humankind is in its diversity—"

She hit his arm again. "Oh, shut up, Tae."

"What? You're a good listener, Cleo's a good talker—" Daphne laughed, and he rolled his eyes. "And I'm a good observer with astonishing taste."

"Be careful, you're starting to sound like Jimin." Daphne teased, giggling when he feigned having a heart attack.

"Ouch, that hurt—"

"Why are you throwing shade at everyone today?" He simply giggled, leaving the question without an answer.

"I hope you're not scared of heights." He said instead, looking up at the tall ride before them. Daphne followed his eyes, her smile growing bigger.

"Absolutely not. It would be such a shame."

—Now playing: You & Me by JENNIE ✫

"Okay, let's start off soft."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, groaning and feigning to yawn. "Boring."

Daphne paid her ears deaf and led the way, pulling him to the ride she wanted to try. "So, what do you prefer? The Star Flyer or the Merry-Go-Around?"

"What are we? Ten?"

Daphne hit his arm again. "Hey, you're not throwing shade at the Merry-Go-Around in my presence—"

"Throws shade," he said with a flourish, gesturing at the ride like he was making a three-pointer. She stopped, watching him with her jaw hanging.

"That's how you throw shade?" She gave a dry laugh.

He tried maintaining his seriousness and nodded without stopping. "Yep."

She sighed, feeling like an exasperated babysitter. "Well... You can't throw shade at the Merry-Go—"

"Throws shade." His stupidly beautiful grin was making her lose her mind.

She tore her eyes from his perfect face, shaking her head like a disappointed parent. "Tae, the Merry-Go-Around is a classic—"

"Classics are boring. Let's go for the Star Flyer." He said in one breath before approaching her.

She didn't even have the time to bite back or process anything before he walked past her, pulling her with him.

Laughing, she caught up to him, slipping her hand in his. "Sorry, I was busy trying to understand who's older between the two."

He rolled his eyes, mimicking her as she spoke. "Lauri, darling, we're not even a month apart. If the time system were different, we'd probably be in the same grade."

"You'd still be older," she quipped.

They continued bickering throughout their wait in the line.

—Now playing: Golden Hour by JVKE ✫

When it was their turn, they tried being serious, but Taehyung didn't welcome Daphne's interest in the prices. She just really liked teasing him.

The cashier glanced at them, and they immediately stopped playing around, a huge smile tugging at their lips harder than the winning team in Tug of War.

Once they finished paying and were out of the cashier's view, they finally burst into laughter, their hands never separated until they were sitting. Taehyung sat behind Daphne.

As the metal structure rose slowly into the sky, wind playing with their hair, Daphne turned her head just enough to speak without shouting.

"You ready?"

Taehyung snorted. "For a ride designed for ten-year-olds? Absolutely."

"Take it back before karma swings us around," she said, gripping the bar.

But she didn't mean it. She was glowing. So was he.

And as the ride lifted them higher and higher—just far enough above the ground for the world to feel momentarily light—their screams rang out together into the night.

—Now playing: Blooming Day by EXO - CBX ✫

Annus mirabilis.

The year 1905 is heavily significant for physics, especially in its period. Einstein had literally walked into the room with revolutionary theories and stirred the chaos so much that returning to the initial equilibrium seemed light-years away.

He'd come in with a tall pile of files, all containing a perfect contradiction to what were previously considered laws of physics.

One of the greatest revolutions he'd single-handedly led was the one about time.

The man set the tall pile aside and took the first file. Opening the first page, he read out the title, the slogan: "Time is relative!"

Now we know that his claim is true, but while he confined it to the analytical walls of physics, the concept could be moved to different fields, making it easier to be understood.

To explain it to anyone, regardless of their knowledge in the subject, time can seem faster or slower given certain circumstances.

Why do you think it hurts to think that something fun and enjoyable will eventually come to an end? Why do kids complain about their recess being too short when, truly, they'd been given exactly thirty minutes to play?

Well, it's the same reason why Daphne heavily sighed as she walked out of the amusement park, arm linked with Taehyung's.

After they'd hopped off the Sky Flyer, they looked around, willing to try every single ride in the park, looking at the time for their reservation the same way you look at the horizon at the beach.

It was so far away. Yeah, it was.

But neither decided to linger too much on the thought. They ran around the park and through the cold air, hoping the date would never end.

Time feels different depending on the emotional gravity of the moment.

"Let's try this one." Daphne had suggested again, and this time, it was Bumper Cars.

Taehyung didn't object. Not even in the slightest. He caught up to her, they paid, and soon were laughing as they bumped into each other.

They'd look at each other as if they weren't in one of the most public public places on planet Earth.

Taehyung quickly discovered he liked watching her struggle to get away from him. More enjoyable was seeing how she'd try to get revenge, only to give up midway and run for her life.

By the time they were out, he couldn't feel his tummy, and his cheeks were hurting. His arm was included for how many times he'd earned a silly smack.

On his request, they also went on the scarier rides. The Pendulum, the Tower Rides—oh, that one—and into a haunted house.

The latter increased his heartbeat not because of the jump scares, but from Daphne's hands, which wouldn't stop clinging to every part of his body, the first within her reach.

As they walked in, he could hear her giggle nonstop, but he was old enough to know that they masked the fright within her, especially since she was gripping his hand with both of hers.

He didn't have the time to look around himself, moving within the house like the scenery outside a speeding train.

His mind was focused on the precious human being beside him.

One moment, he was laughing because she got scared at the silliest figure ever, and the next, her arms were around his neck, holding on for dear life. He barely had the time to process it.

A part of him was thankful to the ride organiser for making scary images poke out from the lower part of the walls because it had him carrying Daphne for a significant portion of the ride.

He didn't complain.

If he'd had the chance to—meaning that if the girl weren't constantly on him, gripping his jacket or screaming in his ears—he would've even thought of how to carry properly.

Bridal style? From the front? Piggyback? Whichever.

As they walked out of the ride, to anyone, Daphne seemed like the only one who got scared, which was true, but they'd also assume that it was the reason her blood pressure was through the roof.

Just so you wait until you measure his.

And the ride didn't scare him.

Probably reminiscing about everything, Daphne apologised to him once they were out, but if he could, he would've told her he liked it.

He enjoyed being there for her like a knight protecting a princess. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the comparison.

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for her and his hand, the rollercoaster ride was closed, under reconstruction. So they opted for something more low-key and less adrenaline-inducing.

They moved to a scenario where their competitive bickering sides popped out like a sore thumb. As if the games weren't enough, they even made a bet.

If he won, she'd let him read a full day from her journal.

If she won, he'd let her tickle him for five minutes straight. No breaks.

You see? They had different ways of interpreting revenge. One was mental, and the other was physical.

She was more emotionally withheld, so Taehyung wants access to her inner life. Daphne, in turn, wanted to push past his cool confidence by tickling—physically disrupting his composure and placing an end to his play.

The first was Ring Toss, and, not so casually, Taehyung had won. It was just like playing basketball to him—a skill she didn't know he had.

Then came Balloon Pop, and Daphne had surprised both by winning. The victory instilled great confidence within her, and she even won the Duck Pond game.

They moved from carnival games to the arcade, having fun playing video games. And now, as they walked to the restaurant, they wouldn't stop glaring at each other because the bet ended in a tie.

—Now playing: Let Me Love You Like A Woman by Lana Del Rey ✫

Their fingers were intertwined. Her left hand had got bored with her pocket and preferred holding onto his arm.

If they had paint on the soles of their shoes, they'd leave a funny pattern on the pavement because of how messy their steps were.

They wouldn't stop walking into each other's path. They almost seemed drunk, especially Daphne.

The music from the amusement park grew distant with every step they took. The increasing silence gradually welcomed the unfriendly chilly air of the night.

"I hope you'll like this restaurant." Taehyung changed the topic, taking the short, silent moment as his cue.

Daphne was slightly confused, but her smile was a perfect mask. With her cheek basically resting against his arm, she asked, "Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugged, lips pursing ever-so slightly.

The boy had to know by now that her adoration for reading wasn't strictly confined to stories in books or written online.

He claimed to be a good observer, but she was both a great listener and a good observer.

She didn't just observe, though—that was his niche. She read through people—funny, else she would've been dating him ever since he offered her his cigarette at the party.

As she glanced up at him, his lack of eye contact—something he enjoyed especially because it made her timid—and his body language all led to insecurity. He feared she wouldn't like his surprise.

He didn't know that, as far as she was concerned, he could pull up to her front door in his pyjamas with a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other, and she would still adore him.

"Tae, it's a restaurant." She tried to assure him. "It's not like I want something lavish and crazily luxurious. As long as you're here..." her voice dipped down, her shyness slipping through the cracks and returning to the surface, "I'm fine. I'm awesome, in fact."

He couldn't help but giggle at the nervousness he felt in her tone. It warmed up his heart so much he wanted to cup her face and kiss her, but held back. Not now.

"Well," he began, moving his free hand to push a strand of hair out of her face, "this restaurant is a bit different from the others."

Daphne's gaze moved elsewhere, not because of his words, but his gestures. He couldn't see her face flush pink in full-time.

"Jimin and I found it this summer as we drove back home from the holidays, and I had told myself I'd like to go on a date here."

She wore a soft smile, returning her eyes to his. "I'm glad I'm helping you fulfil your wish—"

"Oh, this wish was very low on the list—"

"Don't proceed!" Daphne placed her hand on his mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't want to hear it. It's going to be cheesy as fuck, and I'll become one with a tomato— please!"

Taehyung threw his head back, laughing loudly. She looked up, trying to act mad because he found her funny, but her giggles betrayed her.

"What do you think I'm going to say?" he asked. "Hmm?"

Daphne didn't meet his gaze once again, suddenly fearing she might have moved faster than her shadow and foreseen something wrong. Maybe what she thought he wanted to say was something utterly different.

"I mean, going on a date with you—"

"Stop!" Nothing. No mistakes were made. She was right, but not ready to hear it.

After everything that had transpired at the amusement park, her feelings were heightened, and she feared the simplest word could drive her insane and make red blossom across her cheeks.

"Lauri?" He called, leaning closer and with a taunting voice.

She tried escaping his grip to cover her ears, but he held her hand tighter, laughing as she tried to use his shoulder instead.

"I can't hear you!" Yeah, she could. The only ear she could cover was the left one. Her right hand was in Taehyung's, and he wasn't ready to let go anytime soon.

"Yes, you can—" he insisted.

"Nope!"

In a flash, he moved his other hand to grab her free one, and she gasped, screaming to get out of his grip. He had to apply more resistance because he was laughing so hard, his limbs threatened to soften and cause him to fall.

He leaned closer, closing the distance between them so he could speak into the girl's ears, but she pulled back, despite how much he dragged her in. Her screams quickly turned into giggles.

"Why are you getting all shy now?" She refused to listen to him and would shake her head, hoping the friction of the air against her eardrums would keep his voice out.

Everything was to no avail.

—Now playing: Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey ✫

"We're here." She heard him, and she stopped.

"We are?" He hummed, nodding as he pushed the door open for them to enter.

Why did he ever think she wouldn't have liked the restaurant?

The place resembled a museum, an art gallery.

The owner most likely cared very little about painting the walls since they'd covered them in portraits and paintings. What made them more interesting was the originality. It wasn't something Daphne had seen anywhere—and she was a big fan of art galleries.

The flooring was intriguing as well. In some sections, it was made with marble, while in others, it was covered in uniquely designed tiles..

The few free parts of the walls were covered in bricks to give the place a rustic appearance. In addition, round bulbs hung from the ceiling provided warm lighting. The final touch was the greenery.

Only after relocating did Daphne discover she really liked rustic restaurants—El Grillo's Cuisine for starters.

"Wow." She marvelled at the view, head spinning around to encapsulate every corner of the restaurant in her memory. "This is beautiful."

"You like it?" he asked, feeling his insecurity fade with her compliment.

"I love it. Oh, my God. I've never seen such a unique place like this before. It's truly something else."

Proud and satisfied, Taehyung smirked, leading the way to the reception. "Just you wait till we get to our seats."

There was soft music lingering in the background, just loud enough to set the mood for the clients.

Tearing her eyes off her surroundings, Daphne looked at the boy, excitedly shaking a leg as she waited for him to give his information.

"There's more?" she whispered when his attention returned to her.

He didn't utter a word, but the smile tugging at his lips was more than enough for her. With her hand still clasping his and the left one holding onto his shoulder, Daphne meekly followed Taehyung.

With widened eyes, she could gasp and sigh in amazement as they proceeded into the restaurant, especially when he turned the corner and led the way up the stairs.

Numerous paintings interrupted the smoothness of the white walls. Above their heads, the ceiling changed material, letting glass replace the traditional version. Behind the transparent surface, the viewers were welcomed to observe the night sky.

—Now playing: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer ✫

Finally got to their reserved table, Taehyung asked again, "So... do you like it?"

"Heck ya!" she replied while trying to conceal her delight—and failing.

Oh, if only Taehyung could put into words how she made him happy.

Placing her bag down and thanking him for bringing the chair out, she asked, "Really, how did you guys stumble upon a place like this? This is crazy— thank God I brought my camera."

Taehyung shrugged, claiming they'd been lucky. "You have a camera with you?"

She nodded, immediately retrieving it from inside her bag. With her ever-present smile, she waved it in his face.

"Pose for me," she said out of the blue, and his gaze flickered away. In fact, his whole face did because he felt a surge of heat crawl up his cheeks.

"Come on." She encouraged him, already aligning the camera to take a picture.

Feeling like a child obeying his parents, Taehyung complied with her request, his smile filled with traces of slight embarrassment and shyness.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

She caught it and immediately acted on it. "Oh, come on. Smile for me."

He rolled his eyes, putting in the effort.

"Smile more."

She saw him furrow his brows for a split second before complying. Fighting against every cell in her body, she tried not to laugh at the obvious awkwardness on his face.

"Okay, say cheese." Her torment continued, and she even tried convincing him to show his teeth. That was where he drew the line, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back.

She let a quiet laugh escape.

"You know? You're taking me back to when I was eight and Nana would ask me to pose for her whenever she bought me new clothes." He spoke after a sigh, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

She gasped, laughing in disbelief but also awe. "Really? That is so cute!" The embarrassment crept up his face once again, forcing him to look away. "No, but that's really cute. I'd like to see some of your childhood pictures—"

"Nope—"

She immediately interrupted him, determination in her eyes. "Yes, I will because the other time you were roaming around our living room—"

"Now, that was destined for me to find it." He pointed out, looking at her flaring eyes. He didn't utter another word, silently laughing the more she stared at him.

Scoffing, she continued, "Don't worry. One day, I will see them—"

"Good luck."

Her eyes snapped to his again at the interruption. His cheeks slightly swelled up as he tried to restrain his laughter. Then, proudly, she sat upright, placing the camera on the table.

"Thanks," she cockily replied before setting her eyes on the menu.

Unknowingly, she'd saved her cheeks from tinging with pink again. Her distraction was Taehyung's cue to admire her.

It's really hard to grow out of one's old habits, isn't it?

He was in his usual laid-back posture—legs almost sprawled underneath the table and back fully resting against the chair. Daphne didn't know it, but it allowed him to observe her like she was the most important painting in the art gallery.

Mona Lisa's inexpressive eyes would shed tears had Daphne been next to her and Taehyung the only visitor at the Louvre.

But this habit of his was better to be practised in a full room where Daphne wouldn't grow suspicious of his sudden silence. So, right before she could look up from the menu list, he opened his and acted busy.

"What would you like?" he asked, clearing his throat.

Completely oblivious, Daphne read out the name of what interested her the most. He really didn't listen to what she said because his ears were growing red, burned hotter than fire, and his heart was having a whole musical festival with his eardrums.

He made his choice moments before the waiter arrived, and as he left, Taehyung sighed in relief, not because he suffered from social anxiety. He just needed to maintain his composure and restore control over his heart.

There was no time or space for another coup d'etat.

"So, I wanted to ask you this before," Daphne broke the ice, and he blinked as if he'd been in a trance, "you have a car. Why don't you drive to school? I think it's more convenient."

He shrugged, back to appearing nonchalant when really he was moments away from heavily sweating. "I don't really know, you know."

"I've always used the bus, especially because Adrielle does, and I didn't want to pass on some time with my friend, so..."

Pouring herself some water, Daphne glanced up at him. He was glaring holes at her, and, for a moment, she overlooked the subtle jealousy that had bubbled within her chest.

She didn't want any best friend drama, so it was best if she didn't even think about it.

"Why are you glaring at me?" she asked, withholding a smile.

"The ground rules.""The ground rules?""Hmm.""And what about them?"

"I'm a gentle man. Let me play my part!" Almost choking on the water, Daphne snorted.

"Oh, my God. You were serious?"

"When am I not?" The rhetorical question amused Daphne so much that she placed the cup on the table and started brainstorming.

"There are times I'm not serious?" Taehyung asked in disbelief, seeing her think.

She nodded. "How would you explain to me your behaviour the first time you came to my place?" Her arms were crossed, and her look resembled that of a detective close to solving the riddle.

A sly smirk appeared on his face, followed by a deep chuckle that almost broke Daphne's confident facade.

"Oh, that day!" He recalled.

"And not just that day. How do you explain your obsession with my journal? Or constantly looking for trouble when my grandma's around? You even told her we're going on a date—"

"Okay, but she has every right to know—"

Daphne raised her hand, calling him to stop speaking. "That is my story to tell. She went on to tell my mom."

"And what's wrong with that?" He cracked a teasing smile. He knew what she meant, but he enjoyed teasing her. It's the reason he was unserious in all the events she recalled.

"Oh, you'll meet my mom and understand what I mean— she's a heavily anxious person—"

"The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree— in fact I don't think the apple fell at all—"

"Taehyung!" She exclaimed, laughing along with him. "Okay, I get it. I'm an anxious—"

"That's good. We liked the self-awareness—"

"Tae, stop interrupting me." He raised his hand defensively and gestured to zip up his mouth. She rolled her eyes and proceeded, "I may be an anxious person, but my mom's a special case. I'm anxious—" she glared at him as he began laughing, "—about school, but my mom's anxious about everything—"

He waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a different stage—"

She held back from slamming her hand on the table. They loved pushing each other's buttons, and the closer they got, the worse it became. "Oh, thank your god I'm not sitting next to you right now—"

"If it were up to me, you'd be sitting in my lap, but..." Daphne's jaw hit the floor, and his laughter intensified.

Wide-eyed, she looked at him as if he'd said something blasphemous. He wouldn't stop laughing. "Then you ask me why I'm shy all the time. Tae, you can't go around talking like this—"

"I don't do it with everybody. You're an exception—"

"Shut up— Oh, thank you." Daphne's voice dimmed with embarrassment as the waiter arrived with their orders. Taehyung basically melted in his seat from how hard he was laughing. It was so tough he could barely thank the waiter before he left.

Once left alone again, they both started laughing. Taehyung's cheeks and abdomen were hurting at this point.

"I can't take you anywhere—" she exclaimed.

Immediately sitting up, he bit back. "I'm the one taking you out on a date—"

"Because I accepted—"

"Would you have refused?" His question froze both.

Silence.

Quirking his brow, he silently restated his question, a challenging glint flashing in his eyes. Daphne still wouldn't utter a word.

"You wouldn't have refused, huh?" He lay back against the chair.

"Don't get too cocky—"

"Girl, you make me." She cocked her brow in disbelief. "Really. I'm sorry if I'm happy the girl I like likes me back."

She immediately looked away with a soft smile, and he knew why. Leaning over, he grabbed her hand—mostly because he missed the feeling of it—and repeated the question.

"Would you have refused—"

"No." Her answer was quick, given the nervousness bubbling within her. "I wouldn't have, and you know it, so stop taunting me."

"Taunting you?" She nodded, eyes still staring into nothing, all to avoid his gaze.

"So... You don't drive to school because of Adrielle?" Her voice was tiny again. He shook his head, chuckling at the deflection.

If only she knew how adorable she appeared in his eyes whenever she did this.

"Well... that was before I met you." She threw her head back, groaning. He laughed, glad to have stirred another reaction from her.

"Taehyung," she whined.

"Lauri," he replied, unwillingly calling back her attention. Her eyes, though, still wouldn't meet his.

"Why are you acting so surprised?"

"I'm not—"

"Wasn't it obvious that I liked you?"

Yes, it was. Daphne was just in denial, scared her fantasies were driving her into a deluded state, and frightened by the possibility of misinterpreting his actions. She didn't really know him, at the end of the day.

She shrugged instead, slowly locking eyes with him. He scoffed. "Well, then. I'll make it up to you for it. Make my intentions clearer."

"Don't kill me in the process."

"I can't promise you that." His smug look quickly distracted Daphne, and she didn't notice him reaching under the table to tease her further.

Then she felt something touch her knee. "What?" she murmured, moving her hands to the spot, only for him to grab them.

"Oh, my God. Taehyung!" she exclaimed, laughing because he tried reaching the inner art of her knee to tickle her. "You really won't stop, will you?"

The rustling got so loud that Daphne accidentally hit the table, attracting unwanted attention. Taehyung howled with laughter harder.

Finally, she slapped his hand away. "Eat. Your food will get cold."

"Okay, mommy."

By now, you know she glared at him, and he enjoyed the attention.

—Now playing: Coffee by Beabadoobee ✫

"Ferris Wheel, you said?"

Daphne's hands slipped into her pockets, desperately looking for warmth and shelter from the freezing temperature of the night. Her legs, clad in the thin material of her tights, protested her fashion choices, while she wished her scarf would suddenly grow thicker.

She stepped out of the restaurant, turning around to wait for Taehyung. Once he was out, she extended her hand, moving from the warmth of her pocket to that of his hand.

"Well, yeah. It's not like we have many options since we just finished eating," she replied. They'd switched positions, so now her right hand was free to cling to his arm.

"We actually have many other options, such as exploring the stands in the amusement park," he rebutted, looking down at the girl.

She pursed her lips and met his eyes to reply. "I'm too tired to play games. I know you're just trying to be sneaky and win the bet."

He threw his head back, laughing. The sidewalk they were on was almost empty. They could count how many people were in the street on one hand.

The music from the amusement park still lingered in the air, gradually increasing the closer they got. The street's bright lights sharply cut through the crisp environment, and, as they talked, soft clouds of vapour waved in the air.

"I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm a fair player—"

She scoffed, not believing him one bit. "Talking about players, I heard that a big basketball match is coming soon."

Their pace was slow, despite how cold the weather was. They cherished each other's company, and that was enough for them.

"Yep. A lot of big things are coming soon, actually. The other day, Adrielle suggested we organise some kind of snowball fight only if it were to snow before the holidays begin."

Daphne gasped in delight, eyes glinting with excitement. "Seriously? That would be so cool!"

"Yeah, I know, but it's hard because the planning isn't for the weak, and we're not even sure it will snow before school ends." As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his pocket, never letting go of Daphne's.

The girl noticed, and something flashed through her mind—the night she'd become bold enough to back-hug him to keep her hands warm in his pockets.

"Well, y'all are certainly not weak, and if you need any help, I'm here." Taehyung let a smile bloom at the offer, feeling his heart skip a bit when he peered down at Daphne. He just wanted to pinch her cheek.

"So... do you really want to go on the Ferris Wheel or shall we get some hot chocolate somewhere?" he asked as they turned the corner, and the music got louder.

"Both?" she looked up with pleading eyes. He scoffed, not because of what she said, but because she believed she had to plead with him for anything.

Wasn't she aware of how tightly he was wrapped around her finger?

"Both." He agreed, looking ahead at the Ferris Wheel.

It was easy to spot, obviously. A set of lights arranged on a big wheel spinning in the pitch black of the night couldn't go unnoticed to the eyes, especially ones as excited as Daphne's.

—Now playing: Je Te Laisserai Des Mots by Patrick Watson ✫

"Thank you," they said in unison to the cashier as they settled into their seats.

"Fuck, why are they in leather?" Daphne complained as soon as her butt hit the cold surface. Beside her, Taehyung stifled a laugh, imagining how terrible it felt for her, given her attire.

"I believe it makes it easier for cleaning." Daphne sighed, refusing to see sense with his explanation because the cold surface was freezing up her butt and legs.

Skirts or dresses in winter? Never again.

"If it's that cold, you could sit on my lap." Humorous on the surface, but an invitation to trust on deeper levels.

She sighed again, this time in disbelief, and tilted her head at him. "You are obsessed."

"Mmh-hmm." He shamelessly agreed with a pretty grin on his face, one Daphne wanted to kiss away. "The offer still stands, though. It's up to you to—"

"I'll think about it." She cut him short, before moving her eyes to her surroundings. His presence knew how to make even her favourite activities lose significance.

Taehyung didn't utter a word, letting silence linger between them. She couldn't even hear him move or anything. So she checked from the corner of her eye, only to find him still smiling.

"Oh, my God!" He burst out laughing at her reaction. "I said I'm thinking about it—"

"I didn't say anything!" She glared at him, a subtle smile tugging at her lips. "What? It just bothers me that my date will have a cold butt. I don't want to imagine how awful that must be—"

"Taehyung?" He immediately stopped talking, raising his hands defensively.

"Sorry, I'm just looking out for you—"

"Don't you have a cold butt as well?" He shook his head with a grin.

"I'm fine. Completely fine. That's why I'm worried for you—"

She rolled her eyes, groaning at his amusing ways. "You're insufferable."

"And you're gorgeous." The words knocked the breath from her lungs, and thankfully, she didn't blush like an idiot right in his face.

He toned down his voice, getting more serious. "As I said, my offer still stands, and I could hug you to warm you up."

The suggestion spiked her interest, but she glared at him as if he were drawing her into a trap. Again, his hands were in the air to show his innocence.

Silently, she shuffled closer, and he made space for her, keeping his arms open. Once she settled on his lap, he sighed in relief as he hugged her figure closer. On the other hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his touch, while internally losing it.

And just like that, the ride went on, in comforting silence. The lights of the amusement park began to look like constellations—little twinkling stars.

As they ascended, the world around them grew distant, slightly smaller. The noise toned down, and the darkness increased as if they were flying across the night sky.

The air in itself hadn't changed—still crisp, fresh, so cold it felt like a sharp razor on the skin—but was different between Daphne and Taehyung.

The proximity allowed them to hear each other breathing. The almost silent sound brought comfort to their excited hearts.

Daphne peacefully remained in his arms, fully placing her legs above his. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and giggled when he moved her scarf to cover the few exposed parts of her neck as her braid moved aside with her posture.

"Thank you," she muttered. He curved his lips in a smile—she felt it—and hummed. The vibrations did things to her, but she ignored them, savouring his scent as if it would escape her.

Then he returned his hand around her waist for support, while the other softly caressed her thigh, from her knee up to the hem of her skirt, successfully warming her up—externally and internally.

Despite the cold, the comfort and ease could push her to fall asleep in his arms, one of the many things she dreamed of doing with him. Maybe, she'd eventually be able to.

She looked ahead, watching how the world changed shape the higher the wheel went, and realised how dedicated she would've been if only Taehyung wasn't holding her—in fact, if he wasn't present at all.

He proved once again how much he pulled her in, without even trying.

Her mind returned to the present as she felt him sigh. With her arms still slung around his shoulders, Daphne held her hands, wishing she could play with his hair.

She could if she wanted. He said he liked it when she was bold, and it was high time she matched his energy.

He was caressing her thigh. He'd asked her out. He'd suggested she sat in his lap to prevent her butt from suffering from frostbite. He'd even promised her to make it up to her, like he had anything more to prove.

The problem lay with her and her insecurities. She was the one who had to make it up to him, and she was willing to do so. Baby steps, though.

If she wanted, she could tilt her head upwards, just a little bit, and poke his cheek with her nose, make him feel her breath against his neck.

Would it trigger goosebumps just as it happens to her?

If she wanted, she could go further from there, kiss his neck, go up to his cheek till she reached his lips. Without stopping.

But she didn't.

She was too scared. Too shy. Too anxious.

Maybe it was the physical connection, the proximity, or the full demolition of the feeble boundaries between them, but it seemed like he'd read her mind.

He wasn't scared or shy or anxious.

He was just enchanted by her, by everything that she was and stood for.

His fears didn't lie in how to show her affection—that came naturally; he just followed his heart's commands. What truly unsettled his spirit was how comfortable he'd got around her.

He'd broken up with Willow just weeks before school was over, and a few months later, after the holidays, he met Daphne.

She was like a force, a strong one—a magnet. And he was a little piece of metal, roaming around unsettled and restless.

She attracted him so strongly he couldn't resist even if he wanted, even if he had enough power to.

But he'd promised to make it up to her and show her how much he liked her.

Maybe his fear came as a consequence of concreteness. Everything felt rather too real now, yet so foreign, an experience he'd never lived but was willing to.

Slowly, he gave in to her touch, moving carefully as if looking for resistance, something that would stop him because he'd made up his mind.

The resistance never came, though. She did nothing, so he saw nothing. But they both felt everything.

She didn't flinch or budge as the distance between them shrank. She looked up and found a glint in his eyes that spurred her to sit upright and lean closer till there wasn't a gap between them anymore.

Her hands cupped his face, fingers intertwining with the soft curls of his hair. Her desires were gradually being satisfied.

His hand stopped caressing her thigh, opting to simply lie on it. He softly gripped her waist tightly as if he needed something to tell him he wasn't imagining things.

Their lips touched. It was soft at first, very faint, almost imperceptible. Everything was delicate, slow, natural and yet calculated.

From a small peck, it escalated. She tilted her head, and his hand slid from her thigh to her waist as if calling her in for more.

Everything picked up pace from there. Their breaths and hums were entangled like two photons.

This was just the opening scene for a series starring both as leading characters. The main theme was clinginess.

Was Einstein fully aware of the true consequences of his revolutionary affirmations?

—Now playing: We Fell In Love In October by Girl In Red ✫

Taehyung and Daphne's relationship was born with the guise of an ionic bond. One moment, he was pulling her in fully, and the next, she had him meekly following her wherever she went.

But, oddly, the closer they became, the weaker this bond became, turning into a covalent bond. Now, they attracted the other with the same strong intensity, having them linger around a state of equilibrium.

Just like in Tug of War, the opposing forces matched.

They both thanked the seller before returning on their way with their cups of hot chocolate. Hadn't it been so hot, their free hands would've searched for each other.

"Fuck, Tae, we have to sit down somewhere because this shit is hot as fuck."

They chortled, hissing as they struggled to hold the paper cups without dropping them on the floor.

They were just a few steps from the amusement park and found a food stand, the perfect opportunity to fulfil Daphne's second wish after the Ferris Wheel ride.

"There's a playground there. We can sit there." Daphne pointed in its direction, immediately chuckling when Taehyung didn't protest or speak, rushing over so he could place the cup somewhere.

Blowing on her hands as if it'd help her, she followed in his tracks, and they placed their cups on a free bench in the park.

The playground was empty, given the hours. It welcomed a big slide, a pair of swings, a spinner, and a seesaw. In a corner was a square area containing yellow sand.

Free from the scorching heat of the withering paper cups, their attention finally moved focus; as they laughed, unconsciously the distance between them shrank again until they hugged—her arms wrapped around his waist, and his around her shoulders.

"Well, are you happy now that you have your hot chocolate?" he asked, and she giggled at the tone.

"I bet my fingers are red." Without pulling back, she moved a hand in front of his space, silently asking him to check it for her. Obviously, he complied.

"Well, with the poor lighting here, I can't really tell—"

"Are you blind?" she joked, returning the hand to its original place and fully restoring the hug.

He cackled. "Yes, I am. You know it. You're blind too. We both use glasses."

As she realised it, she laughed as well. "Almost forgot."

"Don't worry. It won't happen again. Not when I'm with you," he chuckled, breaking from the hug to grab his cup.

"Oh, thank God you're with me to remind me of my partial blindness."

She took her cup as well, and they headed to the swings. He settled on one, confused as to why she was waiting for him instead of sitting on the one beside him.

"The seat is in leather," she muttered, and he laughed, moving his hand away to welcome her in his arms.

He loved how easy it was to build fresh habits with her.

They blew on the cups, watching the smoke thicken in the cold air.

"It's so hot," she groaned.

"Well, it's hot chocolate at the end of the day." She stuck her tongue out, claiming she didn't need the reminder and just wanted to complain a bit.

Given the weather, it didn't take long before their tiny sips became bigger without them accidentally roasting their tongues. Once they were done, they set the cups aside and lingered on the swing.

Her arms found their home around his neck, and his arms around her waist. In comforting silence, he swayed both as they enjoyed each other's company.

"What time is it?" she asked a while later.

Removing a hand from her waist, he reached into his pocket. At that split moment, Daphne regretted asking the question in the first place because as he searched for his phone, the spot his arm once occupied, left space for the cold air to make her shudder.

"Call it a quarter to ten. Don't worry. You'll be home before midnight."

She scoffed, looking up. "When I'll be home is not a problem."

Phone back into his pocket, his arm returned to the initial spot. "Then what is?"

"I had so much fun." Her head slumped back onto his shoulder. From the way her voice was toned down, Taehyung understood it was her way of saying she didn't want the date to end just yet.

"Well... We can always go out on a date again," he cleared his throat, "but as a couple."

She froze, and he wanted to do the same, but it wouldn't help his cause, so he didn't.

"A couple?" she asked, removing her head from his shoulder to look at his face. He was thankful she was partially blind, and the lighting was poor.

Bashful and slightly hesitant, he answered, "Yes."

Daphne's gaze soon found something else to linger upon, while she did mental gymnastics to try and stop her cheeks from catching warm shades.

"I would love to be your boyfriend."

If she could've, she would've fainted, falling off his lap and the swing to land on the pavement. It would probably give him a heart attack. How funny would it be for a casual passerby to walk past and find them on the ground unconscious? Funnier would be the story by the time their parents would've made it to the hospital and grown curious.

Instead, she slumped onto his shoulder, emitting a sound that spoke volumes about her timidity. Like a closing flower, she folded into silence.

He softly chuckled, heart at ease yet excited by her reaction. "What? The cat's got your tongue?"

Ugh! She wanted to cup his face, litter his cheeks with numerous kisses, and scream about how nice his chuckles sounded, especially when she was just a few centimetres away from his chest.

"No." She sighed, sitting up once again. "I'm— I would love to be your girlfriend as well." Voice ever-so tiny.

Their eyes met. He caught the fear in hers, not because he scared her, but because she didn't feel strong enough to maintain eye contact.

So he decided to help her with it, leaning forward for another kiss. This time, he led it, placing his hand on her chin.

She gave in to his touch and warmth with no second thoughts, now completely deaf to her surroundings.

The only things she could hear were his breathing, the soft smooching sounds, and the loudest of all, her heartbeat.

Now, their wishes have come true. Finally. And there was no better way to encapsulate it if not with a picture, multiple pictures.

—Now playing: Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast In America by Gym Class Heroes ✫

As they walked back to the train station, their pace was slow as if reluctant to go home and put an end to the date, they found a photobooth along the road.

Daphne was the one who saw it first, but, noticing the hesitation, he asked the question. She gladly accepted. How unexpected, right?

It was a tiny cubicle, welcoming a stool big enough for a single person to sit on. Not a problem anymore—she sat in his lap; it was simply turning into a habit. One that they both loved.

"Say cheese!" she tittered, cupping his face and leaning closer into the frame. He didn't have the time to blink or reply before the camera began taking pictures.

Seconds in, Taehyung saw the true extent of Daphne's excitement; she giggled, the sounds tiny but gleeful. She wouldn't stop posing, guiding his face however she found fit.

He wasn't in the mood to wear Partypooper's pants, so he matched her energy. Funny faces, peace signs, finger hearts, pecks on the cheek, kisses.

Yes, kisses because it originally had to be a single one, but Taehyung's satisfaction was light years away.

Everything was encapsulated in the pictures they collected at the end.

"I want to keep one," he immediately said, almost as a warning to Daphne's excitedly glittering eyes.

"Obviously." Voice soft as she replied before pecking his cheek. "You want to take a picture first?"

Nodding, he held the photos, and she retrieved her camera from the bag.

"A picture of pictures. Isn't that cool?" She smirked. "You see? Thanks to me, you explore and learn new things. What an awesome person I am, yeah?"

He flashed her a knowing look, one she laughed at as she returned the camera to her bag. Once her attention was back, she furrowed her brows, confused.

Well, at least she was aware of the major three-sixty his life took when she boarded the bus on that faithful day, right?

"You're taking another picture?" She crossed her arms, trying to look like an angry Karen to amuse him.

But he was barely paying her any attention. Looking up, he replied, "Yeah. I have to somehow announce that you're my girlfriend, right?"

Here she was, trying to joke around while he focused on the serious matter at hand. They were finally a couple.

Was she returning to her hiding spot? Under the fragile but dark shelter of Denial?

Her heart smiled at his dedication to snapping a good picture. He was so attentive that he didn't even notice the silence until he was done.

"Make sure to repost it, so that creep stops tormenting you." His tone was supposed to be warning, but all Daphne could hear was warmth, which she adored.

It was true. Finally, her daydreams turned into reality. Her diary was up for a new season of her life, one she hoped would have infinite episodes.

She remained silent, watching him operate his phone, most likely editing the freshly taken pictures. From the outside, she seemed busy admiring his attire and how good he looked in it, which wasn't entirely false but neither right.

The boy in front of her was now her boyfriend, and her brain had to process that. It had the same feeling of a traumatic experience, but with the opposite consequences.

"What?" He glanced up, smiling as he felt her eyes on him.

Without saying anything, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck for yet another kiss.

He was caught off guard but soon kissed her back, nonetheless. Her hand slid to his cheek, drawing him to herself. His hands instinctively reached for her waist, giving in to her touch while simultaneously pulling her closer as if she was vital to him—maybe she really was.

All this with a smile on his face.

She really didn't want it to end. Not the date. Not the kiss. Not the fluttering in her chest and her crazy heartbeat. She loved the heat, the warmth, and the comfort he brought to her. She loved the restlessness he settled within her. The excitement, the thrill that came with the new upcoming chapter.

He, too, loved the unsettled yet settled feeling bubbling in his guts whenever she was around him. But he also loved the way she revolutionised his life for good. If he was a source of adventure and excitement to her, she was stability, ease, peace, and a landmark to him.

Something that grounded him while his mind took crazy trips to space and beyond.

After a few pecks, she broke from the kiss and peered up at him with amusement, the distance still nonexistent. "I will make sure of it."

They both smiled, and their lips met each other once again—he initiated it this time.

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 8 months ago

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guys… i just saved millions of fanfics to read... apparently I can finish them all by 2030 🙏🏻 wish me luck 💗

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ditzmania · 1 month ago

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here's my top 7 best rainy days Taehyung fan fics, [ for May ]

★ too sweet by @borathae

Established relationship, Gangster au | one-shot

★ ten out of ten by @shadowkoo

Enemies to lovers, College au | one-shot

★ seeing red by @borathae

Enemies to lovers | completed series

★ things we don't say by @wintaerbaer

Best friends to lovers, Slow burn au | series

★ a woman's best friend by @lo1k-diamonds

Friends to lovers, College au | two parts

★ until I found her by @spideyjimin

Best friends to lovers, Soccer player au | one-shot

★ tear you apart by @bratkook

Demon au | three parts

want more recommendations? send email.

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7ndipity · 2 years ago

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Taehyung x Idol Reader m.list

Masterlist

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut

Dating headcanons (request)

Dating headcanons pt.2 (request)

When Your Relationship Gets Revealed (request) 💥💜

"Try Again" (request) 💜

Jealous Over Your Collab (request) 💜🔥

Accidental Announcement (request) 💜🗯🔥

#7ndipity masterlist #masterlist #taehyung masterlist #taehyung idol au #taehyung x idol!reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts masterlist #bts idol au #bts x idol!reader #7ndipity

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silverozy · 1 year ago

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Amor, tam pulcher - masterlist

❁pairing: taehyung x oc

❁description: if he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut

❁wc: 10.15k

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content, mdi

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehuung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every two Saturdays, 10 AM CEST

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

a memory; taehyung is staying over oc's place and trying not to lose his mind for her ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

oc moved to town; oc meets her childhood friend, cleo; lovely family lunch ⇀ «If only you knew how special it feels to be special to someone...»

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

oc and cleo hang out all day at a field; oc meets cleo's cats; oc and cleo childhood flashback ⇀ «Always thought my match would look like me but two pieces of the same puzzle can't be equal»

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.35k

oc and cleo go shopping; cleo gives oc a tour of the town; oc and cleo go to jimin's restaurant and cleo gives oc a description of tae and his friends ⇀ «This is who I am now or maybe who I always was but forgot to be»

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.67k

oc's first day of school; she makes new friends and goes home to simp on taehyung through his social; taehyung comes back from his holidays ⇀ «He's pretty. No wait! Heavenly. Gorgeous. God's favourite for sure... and mine too»

#my works #amor tam pulcher #taehyung x oc #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #student!taehyung #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #bts fanfic #taehyung masterlist #bts masterlist #zy

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trivia-yandere · 10 months ago

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divine intervention

you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. same universe as metamorphosis

warning: cheating/affair, cursing, mentions of infertility and miscarriages, blood (reader is cut), rituals, smut, licking, voyeurism, breeding kink, creampie, character death, nipple sucking/play, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, rough sex, fingering, begging, character deaths, slight degradation/humiliation, deepthroating, face slapping, blood drinking/cannibalism, rough sex

word count: 10.243

Halloween Masterlist

@sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom @bangtans-momma @chimmy-licious @investedreader

You’re wet and cold, body trembling as the harsh rain fully covers your frame. You’re blinking away droplets of rain water from your eyelashes, eyes staring right at your target. You stopped dead in tracks when you noticed the familiar car park right into the parking lot and got out of said car - the passenger door had opened as well.

You had gotten out of your car prepared to confront him, but you didn’t. Your heart sank when they both entangled their fingers together, hearing a few struggling laughter even through the rain, as they ran towards the motel doors.

You watched as your husband entered the motel room with the woman - obviously who he was going to leave you for - and closed the door behind them. Through the closed blind, you witness the lights flicker on and behind them, their silhouette engulfing in a hug.

You swallow thickly, your throat hurting as you think about the fact that your marriage was going to be ending - and yet maybe you should’ve listened to him the first time when he asked for said divorce. You had only thought he was upset with you and eventually, the both of you would come together once more.

Your legs pick up and you’re stomping towards the motel room. Your heart is already shattered and now you’re angry.

You didn’t deserve this. You were a good wife to him and you remained by his side with all the bullshit he went through - all the shit he has put you through. In the end, where did it leave you both? Down the path of a divorce while you sit at home alone and he’s out with another woman.

You stop right outside the motel door, contemplating if you should be doing this now. It was a week prior when you caught sight of the motel receipt - you had been washing clothes and decided to wash his. You checked his pockets to assure nothing would be damaged and in the end, only your heart was. No man is going to a motel in the same town he lives in if it wasn’t because he was creeping with another woman.

There were signs - of course there were signs. You chose to ignore them all. The sudden “work phone calls” and “staying overtime” should have struck you as off - but you were blinded by love for your husband that you didn’t allow yourself to see what the fuck was in front of you.

Your fist connects with the door rapidly, banging against it with all your might that your knuckles begin to throb - but you didn’t give a damn at this moment. You had gone to the same motel each night that he had not come home and waited to see if his car would be here - and tonight you happened to be lucky.

There’s shuffling behind the door and when it swings open is when you attack, your fist connecting to the face of your husband. The woman screams in shock and comes between the two of you.

“What the hell-”

Maybe it was the adrenaline that gives you such strength and courage. Maybe the rain and heavy wind has caused you to get sick faster than usual and now you have super powers; who the hell knows? It only took one punch for the woman to fall onto her ass and clench her nose and by the end of it all, you know that you’d feel guilty because surely this wasn’t her fault. She didn’t owe you any loyalty.

“Y/N!”

Your husband is grabbing your shoulders, eyes wide at the act of being caught red-handed. “How did you-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, having no desire to explain yourself to him. It was you that needed to be asking the important questions. “This is the overtime you’re putting in?” you ask him. “This,” you point to the woman on the ground. “is the work calls?”

Your husband shakes his head, unable to form words. What could he truly say? It was obvious that this was an affair and you weren’t dumb enough to fall for any more lies when it was slapped in your face like this.

“Listen-”

“When did it start?” you interrupt once more. “How long-”

“I asked for a divorce!” your husband hisses and instantly sighs. He didn’t want to do this here. “Can we talk-”

“We can talk right here.” you say, yanking yourself away when he goes to reach for you. “So that’s it? You want a divorce?” you scoff. “After I stayed when all your business ventures went to shit? All your investments went downhill?”

Your husband's eyes widen at your words and he takes a step back.

“Don’t look like that now.” you scoff. “It was my money that kept us afloat.”

“My apologies, Y/N, for not being a trust fund baby!” your husband retorts. “I don’t have mommy and daddies money to fall back on like you do!”

You lick your lips, swallowing back more harsh insults you could dish out. You nod your head with a shrug of your shoulders.

“We’ve been together for years and the relationship has gone nowhere.” your husband states. “I thought a divorce would be mutual-”

“Mutual?” you snort.

“You know what I want, Y/N.” he murmurs. “We both know what we want and you cannot do it. I can’t…” his eyes blink away from your face, unable to look you in the eye as he says it. “...I don’t want to adopt. I want to have my own child. And you don’t want to do surrogacy-”

“You’re divorcing me because I cannot carry a child.” you state. “I see.”

“It’s deeper than that, Y/N and you know it.”

“What else is there?” you ask. “We were fine prior to me finding out.” One too many miscarriages to be exact. You recall the day your heart sank when you were told the low possibility of you actually having a child - and you refused to keep trying to just get let down.

“Tomorrow,” you began, eyes glancing at the woman. She doesn’t look at you and you wonder just who she is and what her intentions were with your husband - now ex. Was she planning on getting into a relationship with him or was this just them fucking in cheap motels? “you can come get you stuff from the house.”

Your husband swallows but he nods.

“I’ll have my mommy and daddy call our family lawyer.” you say, voice laced with sarcasm and venom. “We’ll sort something out. I’ll tell you this now that the most I’m willing to let you keep is your car.”

Your husband watches you leave, back out in the heavy rain. You enter your car and sit for a moment, mind racing with the events that just transpire. The rain hides your view of outside your windshield and you have yet to start your car. You sit idly in the cold car and listen to the sound of said rain hit against it.

It doesn’t get easier with time, you note, and your home only feels empty and cold without his presence. You told yourself this was for the best - this is what he wanted after all. Soon, the divorce will be finalized and he will be someone else’s problem.

Even now you sit alone in a diner, stirring your tea. It’s quiet and only low music plays through the speakers. It’s also not busy, an older couple sitting a few tables away.

You shouldn’t be here now. This is where you and your ex-husband came at any given moment as it was 24 hours and it’s pathetic that this is where you went because you didn’t wish to be home.

“You’re sad.”

You’re startled by the voice speaking suddenly and your eyes blink upwards to the woman sitting across from you. She appears to be out of place here. She seems to be wearing robes - a crimson color with a spec of gold trimming. Her head is covered by a hood of the same color and you’re unable to make out her face just yet as her head is bowed. Her hands are placed onto the table and you noticed she’s wearing gold jewelry

You sit straighter, unaware who this woman was and why she was here. You had not heard her sit down, either, and that strikes you as odd.

“Is it that obvious?” you murmur, scoffing to yourself.

“Your aura is sad.” the woman speaks. “You’re hurting. Emotionally, of course.”

You realized that this entire time you had been stirring your tea. You stopped and took out the spoon from the tea cup and placed it aside. You slowly nod your head. “I suppose you’re correct.” you say, unsure why you’re speaking to a complete stranger who appeared out of thin air.

You take a sip of your tea, the flavor of chai hitting your taste buds only makes you hum. At least there was one good memory of this diner and it was the tea. Nonetheless, you turn your eyes back to the woman. “I must look utterly miserable if you noticed how sad I looked.” you attempt to joke - to lighten the mood.

“I can’t see you.” the woman says and now you notice that she indeed could not. She lifts her head to your direction and her eyes are white. It catches you by surprise and she appears to be looking right at you.

“I-I didn’t know that.” you murmur, now feeling embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed in the beginning. “How could you tell then?”

For a moment, the woman is quiet and you could practically feel the hair on your arms rise. You’re unsure what to say yourself - you had several questions. Who was this woman and where did she come from? How could she feel your sadness as she did not know you or your situation?

“I could sense it - a great deal of pain coming from you.” the woman speaks. “You’re lonely.”

You snicker to yourself, quite bitterly. A blind woman can tell that you were a lonely mess of a woman.

“I lost my husband.” you say, taking another sip of your tea. “He isn’t dead, though. Just dead to me.” you tell her.

It’s crazy that you sense no threat to this woman who would have struck you as weird if it was any other moment. You didn’t have the desire to speak to your friends about your divorce just yet and get a “I told you so” reaction from them like you had with your parents. This woman didn’t know you and maybe that was better.

“I married him because I loved him and I thought he loved me.” you continue. “But when times went hard, I suppose “til death do us part” was just easier said than done.” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can feel you’re upset about him, however…” the woman tilts her head a bit, as if reading more into the situation. “...you aren’t just upset about him.”

You nod your head - even if she couldn’t see you do so. “Yeah.” you admit. “I have no husband and I cannot have children. So,” you laugh at your situation. Obviously you’ve done something in your past life to deserve this, surely? “I suppose I’m upset with myself and life in general.”

“Have you always wished to be a mother?”

You have.

You always pondered what motherhood would be like for you. You recall how you and your mother did things together - how loving she was. How understanding she could be. She would scold you when you were wrong, sure, but she loved you nonetheless and truly did want what was best.

You had the financial stability to raise a child in and that was one of the reasons why you wished to be a mother, as having a child without that support would never be an option for you.

“Yes.” you respond to the woman. “I suppose…the universe has other plans for me.” you say with a shake of your head. “I could always adopt but…it’ll be a little harder now that I’m going through a divorce.”

Fuck your husband, truly. You begin to think about what if you just agreed and went through with the surrogacy - maybe then you’d have a husband and a baby.

But your mind told you that it wasn’t realistic. That if he loved you, nothing would have tore him away from you.

You swallow.

“I’m positive you can get pregnant.” the woman speaks and you want to thank her for her positivity - but if the doctors didn’t see you going through with a pregnancy, then you’re sure you couldn’t. “Your spirit just rejected the man you wished to have a child with.”

You raise a brow at her words. She was a spiritual woman, obviously, as she states she could feel your aura.

“You think so?” you ask her. You wouldn’t push her away as some sort of crazy woman with too many screws loose.

The woman nods. “Our spirit...sometimes will not accept who we wish to procreate with.” she speaks. “It’s an act of protection. This man was not the man for you.”

You smile.

The woman's words are kind. She was trying to be positive, you note, and assure that you felt better. You were grateful for her words.

“I could help you.”

“Help…me?” you’re taken aback. “Are you a type of…spiritual doctor?”

The woman’s lips twitch upward. “I’m a wiccan.”

It’s quiet for a moment as you process her words.

“Wiccan…?” you swallow with a slight nod. You should be more frightened than you truly were at the moment for the unknown surrounding this woman. “...how could you help me?” you should be even more frightened by how willing you were to hear her methods.

“There’s methods we can go through to assure you conceive a child.”

This was crazy.

There was no way you could be considering this.

“I…I’ll just end up miscarrying.” you murmur with a shake of your head.

“I’m positive,” the woman begins. “that you will be able to birth a child.” she sounds certain of herself.

“What is the catch?” you question. “Do you want money?”

The woman shakes her head and she laughs at your words. “Money is not my motive. I want to lift the sadness that surrounds you and fill it with happiness. A child is one of the greatest blessings there is in life.”

You proceed to drink the rest of your tea in one sitting, mind scrambling at the woman's words.

“If I consider this…just who am I getting impregnated by?” you ask.

The woman stands suddenly and you see just how long her robs are. “I could give you a week to settle in on it.”

“I-I…how would I see you again?”

“I know where to find you.”

Her words should strike you as odd and you should be frightened that they do not.

“You want to be a single mother?” your mother inhales deeply, her manicured nails on her temples rubbing them in circular motion. “I know going through a divorce isn’t easy but…” she doesn’t finish her words.

It’s obvious in where she stands. Why in the world would you choose to be a single mother? Though she never liked the idea of you, in her words, dating a man that was “less than”, she never downright forbade you. If you were happy then it was all she truly wanted.

However, now you were going through a divorce by said man that she always knew was less than deserving of you - and the thought of cheating on the person who gave him a chance was downright insane.

“I can introduce you to some people!” your mother suggests.

You groan. Great. Your mother was trying to set you up with someone of high status that could care less about you entirely and would only be doing so because they were looking for someone with status.

“Mother,” you wave your hand in front of you dismissively. “Please. I’m going through a divorce and the last thing I want is a partner.”

“But you want a child?” your mother snickers, unable to wrap her head around single motherhood. “W-What…” she swallows. She doesn’t want to be harsh on you in such a fragile moment in your life, but you’re positive you know where she’s going.

What if you have this child and cannot find any man willing (in their eyes) to want to marry a single mother?

You weren’t old and you still had time - but you weren’t sure you wanted to be with anyone. You dipped your toes into married life and this is where it got you - single and still without a child.

“At least if I had a child, it’d be mine.” you sigh. “If I got pregnant sooner, imagine the headache of joint custody.”

Your mother isn’t keen on imagining it. You lean back into your chair, eyes glancing upwards at the high ceiling chandelier. You release a sigh. “I just want to have someone love me forever.” you whisper to yourself. “I want to be able to carry a child. Feel it move inside of me and watch as I grow week by week. Is that too much to ask for?” you question truly.

You glance back at your mother. She’s shaking her head and you’re understanding that she could never truly get where you were coming from. “I will support you in anything you decide to do.” she speaks. “If this is what is going to make you happy…”

You inhale deeply, closing your eyes. You see the woman dressed in the red robes, her white eyes seemingly watching you. It has almost been a week and your mind refuses to go elsewhere.

This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to be a mother and raise a child - even if you didn’t have a partner alongside you. You were only growing older and did you truly wish to get to know someone else and go through the same obstacles you’ve already gone through with your first husband?

“It is what I want.” you exhale, your chest tightening and heart beating rapidly at how long you’ve held your breath. “More than anything…”

It was deep in the night when you saw the woman once more. You had showered and scrubbed your skin clean. The red flags weren’t going off in your head and you never questioned just how the woman knew where you lived. Maybe you’d blame your desperation for a child on why it didn’t strike you as odd.

The woman was not alone. Behind her strolled three more women, all younger than her and instead of being dressed in crimson robes, they sported a dark emerald color. Their hoods are all covering their heads and it’s only when they enter your home do two of them remove it in sync.

One woman has long coily hair that matches her eyes - dark yet vibrant. Her skin is smooth and underneath the dim light of your home, it appears to glow a deep color similar to espresso. The second woman's hair is short and stops right at her shoulders in a blunt cut - a fierce ginger color that is so bold and it compliments the brownish-green hue of her eyes. You noticed there’s piercings on her skin, four gold ones on the bridge of her nose alone while there’s a few hoops outlining her ears. There’s two small gold hoops on either side of the woman's lips. The final woman keeps her hood on and only could you see her eyes as it appears to be a silk gold scarf wrapped firmly around her neck and mouth, loosely hanging. Her eyes are pierce and it reminds you of that of a cat.

You swallow, captivated by all of the women - each so different yet so inviting and it takes you a moment to look away. Only when your eyes begin to grow irritated by the lack of blinking moisture do you halt.

“I’m sorry.” you say, body heating with embarrassment. You’re unsure what to say and positive that you didn’t need to apologize as you didn’t do anything. You were nervous and even now, there weren’t any alarms going off in your head. “I have questions….”

It’s the blinded woman that speaks first. “Ask and we shall answer.”

You swallow. Your arms cover with goosebumps as you were wearing little - at their request. It’s a satin night gown that stops at the middle of your thigh and you were instructed on it to be a dark color - preferably black.

“H-How is this going to work?”

The woman offers a soft smile. She begins to walk into your home - deeper as if she’s been here before. You watch, eyes witnessing the way she appears to walk without any issues and you ponder if this woman was truly blind.

But then you had to consider that upon being introduced to you, she stated that she was wiccan - and maybe that had something to do with her overall demeanor. How she could sense your sadness to even now, her showing up at your doorstep and you had not told her explicitly where you lived.

“If I can ask,” you speak up, bare feet patting against the hardwood floor as you follow close behind them. “how am I supposed to be impregnated without…a man?” it’s a logical question that you feel needs an answer - you suppose maybe they had something on them; a vile maybe that could be inserted inside of you. Yet, how good could that be? The sperm could surely not survive that long outside of the body.

But then again, you tell yourself, the woman claimed to be wiccan.

You take a deep breath.

“There will be a man.” one woman speaks up - it’s the one with coily hair. She turns to you and you halt dead in your tracks. Her voice is low in tone but purely feminine. “It will work as long as you follow our instructions.”

“Indeed.” another woman said - the one with the golden scarf around her speaks. The older woman stopped inside your sitting area, the large room was perfect for the ritual.

“I...am prone to miscarriages.” you murmur. “I wouldn’t wait to wait any of your time if-”

“You let us worry about that.” the woman with the piercings speaks. Her hands place themselves onto your shoulder, her touch warm and soothing. “Come, sit.”

You’re directed to the floor - your sitting room is a large space with several lounge chairs and couches, yet you are instructed to sit on the large rub right in the middle of the room.

The other woman surrounds you and within a second, the lights in said sitting area are turned off and it’s pitch black. You yelp, clenching your hands to your chest as your heart beats outside of it.

Before you could speak, there’s a dim light flickering on and around you - candle light. It’s eerie, you’d admit. The orange light flickers off of the faces of the woman surrounding you, the older one right in front of you. Her white eyes appear to be looking down upon you.

“I-”

“Do not bring yourself to worry. You are completely safe.” the woman speaks, as if reading your mind. “Lay down.”

You take a deep breath and proceed to lay on your back. You want to ask even more questions, but you believe it’s far too late for that now.

You hear the woman speaking - more like chanting. Your ears perk to understand what they’re saying; but you cannot. Your eyes glances around the dim-lim room at what they were doing. They begin to saunter around you in a circle and you hear a slight sound - as if something is being poured. Your eyes squint to understand what it was - sand? It’s dark, however, as if pure black instead of the light tan the sand color usually would be.

Your heartbeat quickens, your palms growing sweaty.

The woman is directly behind you now. She peers down at you, white eyes boring into you. You’re quiet and unmoving, far too frightened to say anything.

Your eyes catch it as she draws closer, the silver dagger in her hand that she comes at you with. You’re paralyzed but your eyes grow wide when she drops the dagger onto your breast and slices either side of them.

The chanting only grows louder and your mind is screaming at you, the irony smell of your blood only adding to the effects of what the fuck you gotten yourself into.

Your vision begins to blur and the room looks as if it’s smoky - your heart rate skyrockets. It didn’t smell like a fire and neither of the women appeared alarmed that one of their candles was causing it.

There’s a shadow casted above you that you’re unsure about - it’s sudden and you’re pondering if you were just seeing things. But the shadow only grows larger and your eyes squint to look deeper into the smokey dark.

As the candle-light’s flickers, your heart races faster. Your eyes are wide and unmoving as the tall figure saunters over to you. It’s large and looks purely hellish; demonic. Its skin is a dark red, similar to the woman’s crimson robes. Its eyes are staring down right at you, pupil dark while its iris glows a lime green. On either side of his forehead are goat-like horns and you notice behind his back appears to be like wings similar to that of a bat.

“What is this?”

This had to be some sort of demon - it’s voice is deep as he speaks.

“You were summoned under a contract.”

The demon snarls, his head whipping towards the older woman. His eyes glances around the sigil onto the ground and a few crystals on all five points. An obvious attempt as a protection spell.

“What is it that you want, witch?”

Your eyes are unable to move from the demon before you and for the first time, you’re completely too shocked to speak or react. Your body feels as if it could faint at any moment, but that would require you to get your eyes off of this demon; and you were unable to.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the older woman points down at you. “She is presented to you just as your kind wishes those who seek a child to be.”

The demon glances back at your figure for a moment. He can smell your fear and hear your heart beating - almost as if it’s going to explode. You were human and he could snap you in half with no effort.

The demon lowers himself to face you, nose inhaling the scent of your blood.

“Is that all you want?” the demon speaks, but not to you. “What’s your motive, witch?”

“I have no personal gain.” the woman shrugs her shoulders. “I’m one woman that has a desire to help another.”

“Personal gain is what demons have.” one woman speaks, you’re unsure which of the three.

“Don’t act holier than thou, witch.” the demon seethes. “You summoned me for my help.”

The demon's teeth are sharp as he snaps at the witches - but that’s before turning back to you. You feel your stomach churn when his eyes reach yours and you find yourself gulping.

The demon’s wings begin to flock. It appears to have bat-like wings,a thin membrane of skin connecting from its wings to its back.

The demon lowers to you once more, but this time as his body descends into the shadows, when it emerges his look is different.

Human.

Your eyes scan the features of the demon. Its eyes that were once glowing were now a dull dark brown, one single lid and one double lid eye stare right back at you. He has a heart shaped face and his horns have disappeared and replaced itself with a mop of dark hair. His lips are what catch you first - they’re a rosy pink color, his top lip slightly fuller than his bottom.

Your lips release a short gasp at the sudden change from demon to man - and now you understand the countless stories you’d hear growing up that demons (either if you believed in them or not) could easily persuade anyone away from good. Your once frightened demeanor began to relax at the new sight of an attractive man; not a monster.

Dark eyes never leave yours as the demons head lowered to your chest. A pink split tongue pokes out between his lips and you feel it upon your chest, warm tongue gliding against your bleeding cuts.

“You humans are fragile.” the demon speaks - his once deep voice now sounding more human, but still deeper than you imagined any man to have. “You aren’t a witch, girl.”

You shake your head even though you’re sure it was a statement and not a question.

“How do you plan on caring for a child with a demon?” he asks, but it wasn’t as if he truly cared. He was a fertility demon, after all. He had hundreds of children and the majority of them were humans who were done exactly like this - only different was this was the first time said humans had not sought him out directly.

You open your mouth to speak but you’re unsure of the answer yourself. You didn’t know that these women - witches - were going to summon a demon to impregnate you.

“She’ll have our help.” the blind witch speaks and for a moment, you forgot that they were still there watching you and him.

The demon scoffs. “You witches are always up to something at the cost of my seed.” he murmurs. “I won’t be released until I impregnate you, human.” he inhales, smelling the scent of your arousal along with sensing just how confused, concerned yet horny you were all at once. “My name is Taehyung.”

“Tae…hyung.”

The demon - Taehyung - snickers at you saying his name.

Taehyung’s split tongue continues to swirl across your soft skin, the irony taste of your blood causes his taste buds to dance. A clawed hand grips at your thigh, gliding up your skin and pushes the night gown upwards as he does.

Sharp teeth bite down harshly on your breast and the sudden rush of pain causes you to shriek loudly. Taehyung is rough and swift, ripping off your silk nightgown in a quick movement. It’s shredded and tossed aside without a care by the demon.

You’re now naked on the floor surrounded by witches and a demon - a night like this could not be dreamed of enough.

“Humans have the best tasting blood.” Taehyung all but purrs, tongue licking his lips of your blood.

Your eyes watched as your nipples were his next interest. The split appendage licks at your hardened nipples, suckling and tugging on them without stopping. Your thighs quiver and you cannot help but moan at the dirty sight before you. Taehyung is starved, tugging your nipples so roughly as he sucks, but this wasn’t enough for him. He was a fertility demon, after all.

Taehyung twirls his tongue from your swollen nipples to down your stomach. His fingers nails are sharp as they swipe at your thighs, forcing them open. He can smell your arousal dripping for him; sweet like honey.

“Delicate humans such as yourself need to be prepped before breeding.”

Your eyes widen when he sinks down between your legs, so dangerously close to you that it causes you to yelp with embarrassment.

Your head draws back and your eyes shut when you feel Taehyung’s tongue lick a stripe at your clit before latching itself completely onto it. He suckles on it sloppily, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands keep you firmly in place, sharp nails digging into the skin of your thigh and you’re sure they’re drawing blood.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker up to you, snickering at the way you’re biting back your moans. Your teeth are biting your soft lips and you’re jerking with each passing lick.

This is not Taehyung’s first time doing this with a human - he has so many times before. He knows exactly what to do to pleasure them. His right hand leaves their grip upon your thigh to push past your folds. “So tight,” he murmurs against your clit, his fingers going to sink inside of you.

You’re breathing hitches as his fingers dig deeper inside you, brushing against your walls. He doesn’t allow you any grace - his tongue still flickers at your clit teasingly. It wasn’t like you haven’t received oral sex before - but not like this. Taehyung was obviously not human; his fingers appeared to go deeper and deeper with each thrust, jamming into you at an alarming speed.

“I know you’re going to cum, human.” Taehyung’s voice appears in your head and for a moment you’re startled, eyes shooting open to look at him - his tongue has not left your clit, but then you hear it once more. “It’s amazing what a demon could do for you, right?”

You want to ask what the hell is going on and just how he’s in your head - but your stomach churns and once more, your thighs quiver. His fingers jam into your sweet spot with urgency and his words were ringing true - you were going to cum and so fast, too.

Taehyung doesn’t stop - instead he removes his fingers to replace it with his tongue, the muscle only adding to your climax. He buries his tongue deep against you and you’re unable to move away.

The overstimulation is causing your eyes to water. A single tear-drop falls from your eye in contrast to the slick of arousal that falls onto Taehyung’s tongue and down his chin. This was all too much to handle, the pleasure causing you to shake underneath his hold. You’re spasming against his tongue and Taehyung only watches the way you fold against him, a low squeal releasing from your throat.

Taehyung could have just fucked you and gotten it over with - but what’s the fun in that? Even if he was a demon, he still was a man that enjoyed sex and it was far more enjoyable when the other was into it.

You tug at Taehyung’s hair, unable to take anymore pleasure - and you’re already groaning at the blurry sight of his between your legs already that causes another orgasm to run through you.

Taehyung leans back, licking his lips of your arousal. His eyes watch the way your thighs shake and your breathing heaves, chest rising and falling in rhythm.

“Should I breed you right now?”

Your head shakes, unable to comprehend how he was speaking to you in your mind right now.

Nothing was private - not when there were witches watching. That was new - he was a fertility demon and never had an audience before for something this sacred. The only way for an ounce of privacy would be to speak with her through her thoughts.

Only something two bound people could do - something he had done when he had consumed her blood. Eventually it’d wear off if she did not accept the bond; and he was not expecting or bothered if she had or not.

“P-Please.” you murmur, nodding your head at Taehyung’s words in your mind. You truly just wanted him inside of you, completely forgetting that the two of you weren’t alone.

“You humans…” Taehyung doesn’t finish his words and instead, begins to undress his lower half, doing exactly what you were begging him for.

Taehyung’s cock is pretty - it’s pink and veiny and appears utterly suckable. Your mouth salivates at the thought of sucking it before he fucks you and it’s your perverted thoughts that causes him to laugh at you.

“So eager to taste me, little human?” Taehyung’s voice rings in your mind and hastily, you nod with a lick of your lips. “I’m not so sure you could take all of me.”

Taehyung does check to find out, pulling himself closer to you so that you could wrap a hand around the base of his cock - it’s thick in your grasp. You slowly feel him, astonished at something so pretty - maybe demons were meant to be this dangerous. You weren’t the least bit scared as you should be at a demon masking himself as a human to fuck a baby in you - you would go to Hell right now if he fucked you right along the way.

And that’s how demons tricked Humans, you note, in ways such as this.

Your mouth suckles on the tip of Taehyung’s cock, twirling your tongue greedily. Your hands stroke the base of it for added pleasure.

Taehyung groans, his eyes piercing as he watches you take him so good - like a touched starve whore. He can sense the excitement running through you right now, so eager to please him that you were doing an amazing job.

Taehyung grips your hair roughly. “Take more of me, little human. I know you can.” his voice speaks to you, his cock going deeper into your mouth.

There's saliva rolling down your chin as Taehyung begins to thrust inside your mouth. The sight had to be as filthy as when he was eating you out but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was something flowing inside of you that wanted to pleasure Taehyung - that needed to feel his cock inside of your mouth before he fucks a baby into you.

“Such a pretty whore you are.” Taehyung growls audibly. “Should I take you back to Hell with me and fuck you all the time?”

You whimper against his thrusting cock and Taehyung chuckles with a shake of his head. One hand lays itself under your chin so he can look into your watery eyes as his cock flows in and out of you. He growls, so pretty - so devilish. Those eyes were anything but holy.

“I’ll make you my personal whore…mine to fuck until the end of time.”

Taehyung releases himself from your mouth. You cough, saliva pooling onto your chest and you heave. He wastes no time in tearing your legs apart, cock right at your center.

“You want me to be bred, don’t you, little human? No human could give you what I could.”

“Please…” you beg, eyes watery and hips buckling to feel him inside of you. You were needy, clenching around nothing.

Taehyung gives you what you beg him for. He enters you with one thrust, your back arching at the sudden fullness of his cock. One hand pushes you back onto the ground. He then places the same hand against your stomach, beginning to thrust deeply inside of you.

Each thrust has you hitting against the floor roughly, your eyes rolling at the sensation. Your velvety walls tighten around his cock, greedy to milk him dry if that’s what it took.

“Little whore you are. Want a child so bad that you’d have a demon.” Taehyung’s taunting you, but his words do nothing but make you wetter for him, legs widening to take him even more - and it drives him crazy.

Taehyung growls, determined to send you over the edge. He forces your legs apart, pounding into you at an alarming speed for a human but even then you don’t appear to be threatened. You’re a weird human, he notes, fully accepting her fate - and maybe that was easier. Accept that you were fucking a demon and soon will be having one; there were precautions that you would have to go through. Such as completely cutting the child’s demonic abilities off that would kill the demon half of them - such acts would cause great pain for the child when the time comes.

Taehyung had children - majority of them walking earth with no ties to the demon world or the Brotherhood he was a part of. Those who were demons were so far removed from him that neither of them cared for a relationship as their birth was just business.

Taehyung ponders what you would choose - having a half demon child wouldn’t be easier for you to handle and he’s positive these witches didn’t give you any warning about what hell the pregnancy would be, let alone half demon spawns running around your house.

Taehyung snorts. You were so cock drunk right now that nothing mattered to you. He thrusts deeper inside of you, your pussy gripping him with greed that could only be seen as a sin. Your arousal pools beneath you and onto your rug, sure to stain it with the memories of this night.

“I can smell you, human. You’re gonna cum again.”

Your breathing increases and Taehyung is correct - you were going to cum. It’s a knot deep in your stomach that longs to be released.

“Let’s cum together, human.”

With both hands, Taehyung hoists your bottom half off of the ground and begins to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing off of the walls of your sitting room; all mixed with your high-pitched shrieks.

Your eyes begin to roll once more and you're so close that your eyes begin to tear up with how good it all feels, the eyes of the witches fading into nothingness.

Taehyung’s nails dig into your skin as a few sloppy thrusts hit your sweet spot and he’s cumming deep inside of you, a warm seed painting your walls heavenly - it causes you to cum along with him. Your lower body shakes, your body erupts with warmth.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, human.” Taehyung’s voice growls in your mind. “You want to be bred, I’ll make sure I do just that.”

Before you could speak, Taehyung flips you on your stomach and forces you onto your knees. He enters you once more, continuing his pounding speed inside you.

Maybe Taehyung was determined to break you - you were so fragile and didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. If you told him to slow down, he would - but you hadn’t. Your mind is screaming with just as much pleasure as your shrieks were. You were leaking all over the place and looked like a bitch in heat.

Taehyung’s unsure why it angers him to see you in such pleasure - was it because you weren’t afraid of him and the consequences of being bred by a demon? Was it because you were taking him far too well that he was beginning to enjoy it?

Taehyung yanks you back by your neck and presses himself against you, hips buckling inside your squelching pussy. His sharp nails dig into your neck as he squeezes it, free hand resting on your clit and begins to rub circles on the sensitive bud.

“You’re a filthy little human, aren’t you?”

Taehyung’s fingers roughly rub at your clit for added stimulation. You scream out, not caring how dirty you probably looked to the on-lookers.

“I just might come back for you, little human. Fuck a few more babies in you since you seem to want my seed so much.”

“P-Please…” you beg, a few tears dropping from the corner of your eyes - how pathetic you must’ve looked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The pleasure is too much and you’re now begging him to cum. “Please make me cum….!”

Taehyung snickers, fingers rubbing through your folds with alarming stamina as his hips fuck into your tight walls. Your eyes are swirling to the back of your head again, feeling so full of him that you never want him to stop - you never felt this way before with your husband or any other man. It had to be because Taehyung wasn’t human but just looking the part for your sake.

You cry out with an embarrassing heat running through you as arousal-filled juices leaked out of you and down your thighs. It hits the floor with a splash, similar to water hitting the ground. You begin to shudder, body going completely limb in Taehyung’s embrace.

Taehyung taps your clit a few times, satisfied that you’ve came so hard again - and he was sure he could fuck you all night, but he would. You were a human and humans couldn’t do such a thing.

“Gonna get you nice and full, human. No human man would be able to give you such an honorable gift.” Taehyung brings his soaked hand and slaps your cheek as if to signal your attention. “Such a cock-hungry whore you are…you’ll be begging to be full of me again.”Your body continues to tremble, fully reliant on Taehyung to hold you upright. You’ve already cum enough.

Taehyung himself is cumming, and yet he still has an unholy amount of stamina - and cum - to give you.

Your face burns when it’s shoved into your rug, cheek slamming against it as Taehyung forces your ass into the car. You’re drooling onto it, pussy clenching around his cock, milking even more of his cum. He’s pounding inside of you at a dangerous rate, cock hitting even deeper and managing to fill you up with more and more cum.

“I’ll make sure you’re pregnant by the time we’re done here, human.” Taehyung snarls, attempting to use your body to his full advantage.

A part of Taehyung upset that you still had no protest in you - to think a human could take him is preposterous. And yet - as you lay trembling beneath him, cock buried so deep inside of your pussy, his mind reads how you’re unable to speak, but yet begging him to continue.

You whimper when you’re filled once more, cum painting your walls entirely. This had to be different - this one actually stings a bit, almost as if it’s too much to handle as a human.

Taehyung is panting, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His cock twitches as he continues to cum inside of you, fully determined to do what he was summoned to do - breed you.

Taehyung doesn’t move nor does his cock soften inside of you. You remain still, as well, eyes heavy and you’re truly exhausted with the entire experience.

“You can leave now.” says the blind woman, her eyes glancing between you nearly unconscious and the demon. “I’m sure she’s with child and will show sooner than she expects.”

Taehyung remains quiet, there’s a bit of cum that falls out of you as he releases himself. He lets the grip of your hair go gently, allowing you to fall limp onto the ground.

Taehyung does leave - without another word - in a gush of black smoke.

It took you 7 months to learn the incantation to summon Taehyung.

You were large and it appeared as if your stomach never stopped moving but you’re positive that there isn’t only one child inside of you. Your eyes would catch more than two handprints and footprints at a time while they moved.

You accepted your fate rather quickly, drinking whatever medicine the witches had given you that would help ease the pain your children had caused throughout the pregnancy. Your body changed, of course, and you were always tired, hungry and thirsty.

Your thirst went beyond normal food and as the witches told you, your children wouldn’t accept just regular food. When you had tasted blood for the first time you thought it would disgust you, but it tasted so heavenly that you completely devoured several blood bags right before the witches.

It took everything in you to not attack your parents as they visited you in your home. You could smell their blood - thanks to your children - and they fought with you constantly to have a taste, but you managed to hold them off until they left and ate a large, raw and blood steak to satiate their desires.

What was new to you at the time was the demonic powers you’d possess because of the fetuses inside of you. You had since caused a fire in your home just because you were craving something you couldn’t have. In the next moment, the first was put out and seemingly out of thin air, what you were craving sat directly in front of you.

The teleportation had to be something to get used to - but you could say that you were completely fine with it. Possibly better than any other human woman would be at carrying demonic children.

You’d often ponder if they’d look like Taehyung - if they’d have baby horns and red skin; or a demon side to them at all. The witches had told you that they had a spell to cast off the demonic side to your babies, and yet you’re unsure if that’s something you’d want.

Your mind often lingers on Taehyung and had since the next day you woke up without him - and had not seen him since.

You hear Taehyung, as weird as it is. In your head, he often speaks to you at random times. It’s as if he was there, but truly wasn’t. He would answer certain questions you have about your demonic abilities and cravings.

“You’re carrying more than one spawn, they’re expecting to be fed more than acai bowls and water.”

“You caused the fire in your home, but they managed to protect you from it.”

“That sharp pain in your rib was one of them breaking it with their kick - the other healed you in a matter of seconds. You’ll have to get used to them fighting each other in the womb. It’ll only get worse when they’re actually born.”

Taehyung speaks with you - but he doesn’t show himself and a part of you wonders if he ever will.

Was it weird to want Taehyung around? You learned that he was a fertility demon and he had many children - both fully human now and fully demon. You’re unsure how you feel about being just another vessel for him to impregnate.

It took you 7 months to learn the incantation to summon Taehyung - to not summon him at all.

No, instead you summoned someone else, another demon. And now you’re frightened to have them standing tall before you.

Your breasts are bleeding, having used your blood to summon this demon.

“You,”

The demon doesn’t appear demonic like Taehyung was when he was summoned. He comes as a regular human man, but you’re wiser to know that he is anything but.

The man steps forward, dark hair bouncing on his shoulders.

Your dagger tightens in your grip and you raise it shakily in case you need to use it.

The demon chuckles. “That dagger won’t hurt me.” he says tauntingly. “Besides, if you were in any danger, your children would sense it and fight me off.”

You swallow.

“You smell like Taehyung…his being is embedded in you. Not only by pregnancy.” the demon sniffs the air, tilting his head. “You…you are the reason he has the Brotherhood in shambles. And to think they said I would be the one to go weak.”

You’re unsure of what the man is saying and you don’t question him. Your heart beats rapidly as he comes closer.

“W-Who are you?” you ask. “I-I tried to summon Tae-”

“My name’s Jungkook.” the man speaks. “You summoned me.” he says. “Obviously, you have yet to learn the correct incantation to summon a specific Brotherhood member so it chose a random one. Just my luck.”

Jungkook recalls how many years it’s been since Taehyung had found out about his child, stating that the Underworld were claiming him to be weak - how the tables have turned.

In such a short amount of time, Taehyung had resigned from his role as a fertility brotherhood member - something he has been for centuries - and it only meant that he had found a bound partner. Jungkook was no fool to why Taehyung had gone distant and it only meant that his partner had to be human like his once was.

“You haven’t seen Taehyung and that’s why you tried to summon him.”

You nod your head meekly, lowering your dagger.

“Typical of my brother to run away. Jimin.”

You go to speak but are interrupted when another man appears seemingly out of thin air. You yelp, flinching back.

“What do we have here?” the man, Jimin, speaks. He smells the air, nose flaring. “Tae…he has hid you well. Better than you had.” he says to Jungkook.

“Leave.”

Taehyung appears like the rest had, this time directly behind you. You’re shocked to see him again for the first time in months. Your heart leaps at the sight of him, and your stomach begins to move radically.

“Ah, they know you’re here.” Jimin says, a taunting tone in his voice. “The former fertility demon becomes a family man.”

“I suppose we both made a mockery of the Brotherhood.” Jungkook speaks, not forgetting how Taehyung once treated him and his pregnant partner.

“You still live in the past, brother?” Taehyung snorts with a shake of his head. “I’ve accepted your bound partner and your child. I was there at the birth was I not?”

“Speaking of births,” Jimin leans down to your sitting position, a hand placing itself onto your stomach. “You’ll be due soon and we’ll be there.”

“It’s tradition, brother.” Jungkook says mockingly. “To welcome your son and daughter to the Brotherhood.”

Your eyes widen.

You knew you were having more than one child - but you never knew the gender.

Your throat tightens at the thought of having one of each.

“Your first set of children to do so.”

“And only. Right, brother? You are no longer a fertility demon.” Jungkook tilts his head. “Such great news that I cannot wait to share with the rest of our brothers.”

Taehyung turns his eyes away and down at you. He doesn’t speak.

“Yoongi said something was going on with you. You’ve gone soft, brother? That’s a good thing.”

“Soft is something I am not, brother.” Taehyung retorts to Jimin. “Just because I once gave life to many does not mean I have not taken the same if not more.”

You listen to the three of them bicker, trying to wrap your head around what was going on.

“Leave and return to the Underworld and be sure to remind anyone just why I remain an Upper Level demon, brother.” Taehyung hisses, now stepping in front of you.

Jimin stands, eyeing Taehyung.

“We’ll be back when the babies are due to be born.” Jimin smiles devilishly. “Finding a bound partner is a blessing, brother.” he laughs at his own form of a joke.

They’re gone in a blink of an eye and now you’re left with just you and Taehyung.

You don’t speak, unsure on what to say. You haven’t seen Taehyung in so long that the sight of him makes you nervous.

“You didn’t have to summon me to see me, human.”

You sit a little straighter, dagger falling from your hands.

“All you had to do was call for me.”

“I-I don’t know how.” your body burns with heat as his eyes turn to you. “I-”

“I hear you. I always do.” Taehyung murmurs. “I can feel you. Your heart beat is linked to mine. When it risen was when I decided to come.”

You lick your lips, racking your brain around the words the three demons used.

“A bound partner is exactly what it sounds like.” Taehyung says, reading your mind exactly. “You’d be bound to me for eternity and taken to Hell. I have been bound to you, Human, since the day we conceived our children. You are not bound to me.”

You furrow your brows. “How could you be bound to me?” you ask. “I don’t remember anything?” “A blood binding. It started when I licked your blood…” Taehyung’s eyes drop to your cut breast, a sense of deja vu. “You drinking my blood would be one of many bindings.”

You swallow, the act of tasting blood causing your mouth to water.

“However, I have chosen not to do that. You have come to me to help you and that I shall.” Taehyung drops to his knees to look at you.

“And if I want you to?”

Taehyung snorts. “You are a weird human, Y/N.” he murmurs, dark eyes watching you. “You refuse to back down even now. Most demons wouldn’t spare your soul like I am.”

“You aren’t most demons. You’re an Upper-Level one.” you say boldly - unsure the hierarchy of demons were. “I want to be bound to you.”

“You don’t, human. Your emotions are all over the place.” Taehyung snickers. “Our children are causing you to feel this way because they crave their demonic part - which is me.”

“I want to be bound to you.” you repeat again, mind flashing with that night months prior to how well he had fucked you.

“And spend an eternity in Hell?”

You lick your lips. “Would we be with you?” you ask, voice low.

“Yes.”

“Then yes.” you nod your head. “I’ll spend an eternity in Hell.”

Taehyung watches your expression, truly believing you to be a weird individual.

You had a life on Earth. You had the funds to raise children and a family who supported you.

Why would you give it all up to join a demon in Hell?

“I was told you gave up your position.” you speak up to interrupt his thoughts. “I’m not sure what any of this means…”

“It means these are the only children that would be born by me that the Brotherhood would acknowledge.” his eyes flicker to your moving stomach, sensing that his children were content inside of you. “I won’t be having any more.”

You place a hand onto your stomach, a sudden kick right where it lays.

“I summoned you because I wanted to see you again.” you admit, but you’re sure he knows this if he was correct about his claims. “I want to be bound to you. This…” your eyes turn to the space you were occupying - but not just the space, the Human realm in general. “...It’s lonely. I’m surrounded by people but I’m still lonely. I get pitiful looks from my family constantly and…”

You don’t want to ramble about your human life and problems.

“...would going to Hell hurt?”

“Of course.” Taehyung doesn’t attempt to sugar coat anything.

“Will you be there when I get there? Would they?”

“Of course.” Taehyung repeats. “Hell…the Underworld as a whole is far different than the Human realm. You wouldn’t be able to return and see your family.”

You swallow, eyes on Taehyung’s.

“They would think you’d died. That, or their memory of you would be wiped entirely.”

Taehyung watches your reaction for anything. He knows humans and their emotions could be radical and they tend to keep their families close to their hearts.

“What were you planning on doing?” you asked.

Taehyung doesn’t answer because he himself wasn’t sure. He could bind their demonic side until they are of age - but that would only cause more work for the Brotherhood to teach a human raised demon how to live their lives in the Underworld.

There was the possibility of allowing them to keep their demonic powers in the Human realm, but demonic babies, toddlers and children were Hell to raise on a plain that didn’t possess the same abilities as them.

Taehyung supposed that he was leaving the decision up to you entirely to decide what you wished to do with them. One thing’s for certain, now that the Brotherhood knew of your existence, it was a matter of time before the Source did.

Your hand grabs the dagger and instantly, you slice his neck. Taehyung doesn’t react like a normal person would and it’s because you assume he doesn’t truly care - he’s had worse attacks.

Taehyung is more shocked that you slice his neck to then lick him, a way of completing the binding ritual yourself.

Taehyung’s blood is thick and rich, your tongue stroking the wound to get a better taste of him, hands throwing the knife and falling onto his chest. You grip his shirt to bring him closer, your senses heighten for a moment. It appears your children were awake, moving non-stop inside of you.

“You’re a weird human.” Taehyung’s voice sounds throughout your head. “Going to Hell because you’re lonely and hormonal.”

You snort, teeth grazing the side of his neck. Your hand falls slowly from his chest to his lap as you lean back. You lick your lips, tilting your head curiously.

Taehyung’s eyebrow lifts slightly. “My brother’s partner…wasn’t like you.” he notes, recalling the way Jungkook’s bound partner remained kind and reclusive.

However, you were carrying two demonic spawns that were feeding off of you on the daily and maybe they were slowly turning you away from whatever human-like emotions you had.

“What do you want me to do?” Taehyung asks you, your thoughts clouding his and he’s certain you want to ask him something.

“Nothing too drastic.” you shrug your shoulders. “Just kill my ex-husband.”

Taehyung blinks at you and you do the same.

“Of course.” Taehyung responds, leaning away from you to stand straight. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Your hand lays on your bump as Taehyung is gone in a blink of an eye, a satisfied feeling running through your body.

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