#taehyung prompt

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Namjoon, pointing to an alien: What's that!? Taehyung: An alien Jungkook: It said 'bring me to your leader' Namjoon, panicking: AND YOU BROUGHT IT TO ME?!

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Hey. Love your works. How are you?

For the prompts: 19. If you are okay with it, reading struggling after SA and finding it hard to tell taehyung about it ( only if you are ok with it)

Why Won’t You Let Me Help You? | KTH

Pairing: lawyer boyfriend!Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Sexual Assault (i.e. slapping, groping), accidental minor injury, some blood

A/N: so um did I say max 1k for the drabbles? I didn't, right? I don’t remember saying that at all, nope, not at all… okay so maybe I went a little overboard with this but in my defence this is a pretty heavy topic and I didn’t wanna just breeze over it like it was nothing. So I present to you this supersized drabble

You never think it will happen to you. 

Sure, you’ve heard gruesomely detailed cases about women getting assaulted all the time on the news. You’ve read horrifying stories on Reddit of men committing atrocities against the opposite gender. You’ve even witnessed your own friend be catcalled on the bus during one of your girls' nights out. But you never think it will happen to you. 

Until one day it does. 

Until one day a man double your age grabs you while you're walking down the familiar hallway of your workplace. Until one day you’re being dragged into an empty meeting room before you can even think of screaming and shoved against the wall while your arms are restrained by hands that feel like they were made of iron. Until one day you have this man telling you how long he’s been waiting to get you alone, how annoying it has been to have had to hold back because of your “stupid boyfriend.”

You remember struggling at first, desperate to get away from a distant nightmare that had become reality, desperate to get this man as far away from you as humanly possible, but his next action had stopped you in your tracks. 

“Shut up,” he had snapped, and a sharp crack had sounded as his palm came in contact with your cheek. It shocked your senses, the fact that you’d been slapped in the building you had felt so comfortable working in for years, the fact that you had been so easily overcome. 

The realisation of how helpless you truly were in that moment seemed to strike you harder than any slap, the thought so jarring that you slowly felt the fight begin to drain from your limbs, fear settling to lock them in place instead. You couldn’t move, could barely even breathe, and you knew it had nothing to do with the steely grip the man had on you to keep you from running. Your strength was nothing in the face of his, and he seemed so angry and determined that you feared he might actually break your arms in a fit of rage if you tried to oppose him. 

You think that was when the numbness had begun to set in, because you couldn't remember feeling a stinging sensation on your cheek, the one you’re supposed to feel when a person is struck. In fact, you couldn’t remember feeling anything at all, even when you had watched the man’s hands roam over your chest and back greedily. Why hadn’t you screamed? Or cried? Or felt anything that wasn’t nothing at all?

That dazed state hadn’t dissipated even when the door to the meeting room had burst open to reveal your boyfriend’s friend and your co-worker, Jungkook, who had only taken a moment to process the situation before he had shoved the guy off of you and landed a harsh punch against his cheek.

You couldn’t remember what happened next. One second you were watching Jungkook angrily ask the man what he thought he was doing and then the next second you were standing here, staring blankly at the door to Taehyung’s familiar apartment. You felt like you were in a dream, everything surrounding you hazy and intangible as you watched your shaking fingers pull your keys from your pocket and unlock the door just like you always did. 

You were immediately greeted with the sound of the living room TV, and then the sight of your boyfriend stretched over the couch, two case files strewn out on the wooden coffee table before him as his attention jumped from the files to the series playing on the TV. 

At the sound of the door he turned to glance at you, a boxy smile overtaking his features.

“Hey, you’re back early,” he noted, his attention returning to the files, “how was work?”

It took a second for you to process the question, partly because the sight of his refined eyes and dark brown hair felt grounding and partly because that grounding effect seemed to tug at your hazy mind, attempting to pull you out of this thick fog you found yourself swimming in. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like that every time you felt yourself drifting away from the fog you could start to feel that man’s hands back on your body, as if they had been dipped in permanent ink and he had smeared it all over your skin. It made you feel dirty. It made you feel desperate to scrub it all off in the shower. 

But you couldn’t seem to get yourself to move towards the bathroom, too stuck in this autopilot mode that your mind seemed to cling to desperately to feign some form of ignorance. You watched yourself, as if you were some kind of spectator in your own body, walk into the kitchen just as you always did when you got back from work. As if following your daily routine would erase any remnant of the last hour from your memory. 

“It was fine,” you answered, your monotonous tone catching Taehyung’s attention. This time he gave you a sympathetic look as you mindlessly began pulling things out of the cabinets and fridge, his own hand moving to grab the remote and turn off the television. 

“Ah, I guess night shift isn’t exactly what you were expecting it to be…” he shook his head, misinterpreting the situation. He pushed himself off the sofa and began walking towards your form, “but it was only your first day, I’m sure it’ll get better as time passes.”

You quietly placed a head of lettuce - you don’t remember how it got in your hand - on a cutting board, while your other hand grabbed a knife. You had no clue what you were doing, no idea why you were cutting a head of lettuce right now, but you did know that you couldn’t look at Taehyung. Every time you did you could feel yourself slipping out of the daze that seemed to be keeping you together in front of him, could feel those hands groping at your body again.

Taehyung stepped beside you as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and an encouraging look on his face, “and even if it does end up sucking, your manager did say the switch was temporary. You’ll be back on the dayshift in no time, trust me.”

Your silence continued, Taehyung’s words flying over your head as you focused on keeping your erratic breathing levelled and your hands steady. You felt like a bomb, the pressure building and building and building until it could no longer be contained by the numbing of your mind and explode all over the place. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. 

“Hey,” he said, shifting so that he wasn’t leaning against the counter anymore and instead facing you with one hand against the counter, “did something happen? You don’t need my help with suing anyone, do you?”

He’d added that last sentence to lighten the mood, but when you didn’t answer him he couldn't hide his worry. His tone dipped as he tried to get your attention, which was still on that head of lettuce. You tightened your grip on it, trying to hide the evident tremor in your fingers. 

“Y/N? Come on, say something. Was it really that stressful today?”

You took a shaky breath, “no, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, you’re clearly stressed over something. We can go out somewhere if you want? Or we can order takeout and watch movies here… Just ask me anything and we’ll do it.”

The pressure was nipping away at your composure, so much so that the feeling of your throat closing up barred you from answering him. You could feel a hand on your chest, another at your hip; there was one sliding up your back, one closing around your neck. He was everywhere. You closed your eyes. It was too much. You just wanted it all to stop. 

You just wanted it all to stop. 

“Y/N!”

Taehyung suddenly lunged for the knife just as a sharp pain shot from your hand, his fingers wrapping around the handle to pull it out of your grasp. There was a small trail of blood dripping from the new cut on your palm.

“You’re bleeding,” he announced, dropping the knife back onto the cutting board before quickly opening the medicine cabinet to bring out some band-aids, “it’s not too deep thank god, but try to staunch the bleeding with those paper towels just in case.”

But when Taehyung turned around he found you frozen in place, gaze hazily fixed on your bleeding palm. You tried to focus on that pain instead, hoping it could help you balance your breathing and stabilise your shaky arms and stop the hands. Those hands, that wouldn’t stop grabbing at your skin over and over and over. 

Taehyung, more confused than ever, walked over to where you were standing and grabbed a couple of paper towels, “please say something, Y/N, you’re worrying me.”

He reached over to wet the paper towel before cleaning your palm, and it was only then that he felt you trembling. His brows furrowed as he reached over once again, this time to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“God, you’re shaking-”

But the moment his fingers connected with your shoulder you flinched. It wasn’t a small reaction either. It was the kind that had you snapping backwards, your hand smacking against a pan that went crashing to the floor while your head bumped against an overhead cabinet. Taehyung’s eyes were wide, his entire body freezing as he watched you cave in on yourself. 

“Please…” you said, unable to produce anything more than a whisper, “please, don’t touch me.”

A look of hurt flashed on his face, and you felt awful for causing it. But, up until now, the touches of that man’s hand had been ghostly, merely whisps brushing against your skin, until Taehyung’s hand had made contact with you and suddenly they felt too real. It was as if you couldn’t differentiate his touch from that man’s, and that thought only pained you further, so much so that you felt your eyes begin to water.

Taehyung tried to take a step towards you, but you moved backwards further, causing him to pause. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He pleaded now, begging you to shed some light on the situation. You looked so pained, he couldn’t bear to see you like this, “please baby, why won’t you let me help you?”

You didn’t want to break down in front of him, didn’t want him to see you like this: so weak, so vulnerable, so incapable of pulling yourself together. 

And yet, at the soft tone of his voice, that’s exactly what Taehyung witnessed.

The tears came first, heavy as they slid down your cheeks before sobs began to rack your frame. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, causing you to drop to your knees as you began to cry into your hands. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together, and yet here you were now, unravelling entirely at Taehyung’s feet. 

Silently, he walked to where you were bent over, slowly crouching so that he was on the same level as you. His hands were itching to pull you into his arms and hold you while you sobbed, his heart aching to lessen even a sliver of whatever you were going through in that moment, but after your earlier reaction to his touch he decided not to push it. Instead, he stayed crouched before you, dropping soft words of comfort to let you know that you weren’t alone, he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Eventually the story began to drop from your lips. You started from the very beginning, mentioning every detail of the experience as Taehyung struggled to keep his anger at bay the longer he listened. You went farther than that too, admitting to just how helpless and vulnerable you had felt in that moment and wondering how you were ever going to feel comfortable in your workplace again.

By the time you’d finished the anger and pain he felt was straining his chest, the urge to pull you closer reaching an unbearable level.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked instead, knowing that getting angry and emotional now wouldn’t help you in any way. Right now it was his turn to stay strong, so that he could be that pillar of support for you during a time like this. 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head, sniffling while your hands tried to dry your cheeks. Taehyung’s gaze softened at how defeated you sounded. 

“Y/N, look at me,” he said, causing your damp eyes to meet his, “none of this is your fault, you understand me? What that man did to you was wrong, and he deserves to rot in hell for it. I’ll make sure of that if you’ll let me.”

Taehyung shifted forward, taking care not to touch you as he placed his hand on the floor in front of you, “and you’re going to get through this. I know it hurts right now. I know you feel helpless and vulnerable, it’s normal to feel that way. But I know how strong you are, I know you will get through this. And I’ll be here for you every step of the way, that you can count on. I promise.”

Even though you felt embarrassed, letting it all out to Taehyung and knowing he would still be by your side no matter what felt like a huge relief. Perhaps a part of you had been afraid of what his reaction would be, which was stupid considering how many sexual assault victims you knew he’d defended before in court. But there had still been that little “what if…” taunting you in the back of your mind. You were glad that thought had been shot down now entirely. 

You sniffed as your gaze dropped to his hand, still placed on the floor in front of your knees. You lifted your own, extending it until you hesitantly brushed your fingers over the back of his palm. You were relieved when your body didn’t recoil or flinch, relieved that you could lace your fingers in between his without any bad feelings.

Perhaps there still was hope for you. Perhaps you weren’t entirely broken. 

“Y/N?” Taehyung whispered, squeezing your hand reassuringly in his. You looked up at him in question. 

“Can I hug you?”

Even though your nod was quick, because just the thought of him was comforting, you appreciated it when he slowly pulled you towards him, making sure that if you needed to back out at any time it was okay. But by the time he had pulled you halfway towards himself, it was you who threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his shirt, Taehyung’s arms immediately encircling your form. His hands stroked your back softly, nothing like that man’s hands in the slightest. 

The two of you stayed like that for so long that by the time Taehyung spoke, you could feel your leg start to cramp from the hard floor and awkward position. 

“So,” he said, stroking your hair gently, “what do you want to do now?”

He wanted you to say the words so badly, to tell him to help you sue every last penny out of that man before throwing him in the worst jail Taehyung had heard of. He was more than ready to, the anger from before slithering back into his chest like an enraged snake. He wasn’t a lawyer for nothing, and he’d show that man exactly what he was capable of. 

But you surprised him when you said none of that and instead said, “I want to take a shower.”

He chuckled, although it was more bittersweet knowing that a lot of women tended to feel “dirty” after being assaulted; he’d seen a lot of that in his line of work, and the thought of you feeling that way hurt his heart. 

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked, pulling the two of you from the ground, though his arms stayed fixed around your waist. 

You shook your head slowly, hoping he wouldn’t take any offence. You just felt like you needed a moment to yourself to sort some things out in your head, but Taehyung was quick to nod, instead placing a light kiss on your forehead. 

“Alright, just call if you need me, okay? In the meantime I’ll order some takeout,” he smiled, showcasing that beautifully boxy grin that you could stare at for hours if he let you. Taehyung was glad to see you give him a small smile of your own before you turned around and disappeared behind the doors to your shared bedroom. 

The moment he heard the shower turn on, the sound of his phone going off made him flinch. He walked over to the coffee table and picked it up, brows furrowing when he saw Jungkook’s name displayed on the screen before immediately pressing the answer button. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook yelled into the phone, his worry apparent, “is Y/N at your place?! I’ve been trying to find her for the last 30 minutes, but I think she left the building. There was this guy and I caught him trying to force himself on her, but after I shoved him away I turned around and she just disappeared. I-”

“Relax Jungkook,” Taehyung calmed him down, quickly explaining that you were at his place and everything was fine. But Jungkook being involved relieved Taehyung, because that meant he could trust him to be a credible witness and to send him some extra information. 

“I need you to send me the details of the guy that hurt her,” Taehyung said, noticing the malice in his voice but not finding it in himself to care. His gaze dropped to the abandoned case files thrown across the coffee table, knowing that he’ll have to give most of his cases away if he wanted to spend as much time on yours as he wanted to. 

Thankfully, Jungkook’s reply was immediate, “of course, anything you need.”

Taehyung smiled, not only because Jungkook was ready to help him defend you, but also for protecting you when he wasn’t there. If Jungkook hadn’t been there… well Taehyung didn’t want to think about it. A part of him thinks he might have actually been capable of committing murder. 

He took a breath trying to steady himself, focusing instead on what was within his limits at the moment. 

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

“I’ll need your help if I want to make that man regret ever being born.”

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Hello! :3 Can I please request mutual pining with Joon and the prompt "Dont look at them, look at me" something very fluffy maybe at a museum? Thank you!! 💜💜 have a great day!

Hi, I hope you like this!

<Six Annoying Cupids>

Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: None really, a couple swear words

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The cold winter air was a little more brutal than it had been lately. Thankfully you were only a few steps away from the Art Museum so you would be able to get out of the wind and snow and warm up a little.

“Y/N, third time this week huh?”, Jimin pondered from behind the customer service counter. He handed you your ticket and your receipt, “Have fun. Namjoon is in the nature wing today.”, he mischievously smirked making you walk away with a blush forming on your cheeks.

Sure you really don’t care THAT much about art. It was nice and you liked looking and learning from time to time. Like six months ago when you came here with your cousin for the first time. You learned a lot, saw a lot, but you also met someone. His name was Namjoon. He worked as a curator and would often be in one of the different sections of the museum offering up his expertise on the various pieces. He was tall and muscular and had beautiful dimples that made your stomach feel full of butterflies every time he smiled. Ever since then you might have been coming to the art museum once or twice or maybe six times a week. You had a bit of a crush on him, but you were way too afraid to tell him because you were certain it would end up in a rejection.

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“Heard that chick is here to see you again.”, Yoongi said smacking Namjoon on the back while Jungkook snickered, “She’s definitely got a thing for you.” Namjoon’s cheeks reddened at the thought. He thought you were really cute and loved talking to you about art or even just things like the weather or the crazy manager at your job. He started noticing the days he spent with you he left work a little happier, a little less stressed, and more optimistic about the next day. He has wanted to ask you out on an actual date for a while, but had never quite worked up the courage too afraid to scare you off and stop you from coming to the museum any more. “I mean if you’re not gonna ask her out I certainly wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands.”, Jungkook said. Namjoon glared at him, “I regret the day I got both of you jobs here. You guys don’t even have any experience as security guards.” They laughed along before walking off to finish up the rest of their hourly walk through.

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“Are you finally going to confess to Namjoon?”, someone spoke next to you causing you to jump slightly. “What? No.”, you scoffed and relaxed once you realized it was just Taheyung, one of the other curators and a good friend of Namjoon’s. You walked over to look at the next exhibit and he trailed behind you, “I don’t know why you won’t just tell him that you like him.”

“Because I don’t like him like that. I like talking about art and things with him. That’s all.”, you spat feeling a little done with the situation.

“Riiiggghhttt.”, he laughed, “You could talk about art with me. I’ve worked here longer than him, but you never do. You never bring me coffee or snacks or dinner or tell me to make sure I button up on my way home because it’s cold outside.

Here Joonie! I brought you a coffee. It’s a dark roast!

The cafe had a new hazelnut filled croissant. I got you one to try too!

I hope you’re hungry Namjoon! I made dinner and just thought I drop off the extra for you!

Namjoonie can you please explain to me the history behind this painting even though Taehyung is the one who curated it and has offered to explain it to me over two hundred times, but I always turn him down!”, he mocked you with a high pitched voice and exaggeratedly fluttering eyelashes. You could feel your cheeks heat up, either from anger or embarrassment you weren’t really sure, but you sent him a side eye before walking away into the next exhibit.

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Namjoon was supposed to be explaining the history behind this painting of a snow capped mountain, but all he could focus on was the entry way behind the couple standing in front of him. He wondered if you really were here today or were his friends just messing with him. You were always dropping off little snacks or drinks or even dinner and he wanted to reciprocate the favor. And you always made sure to tell him to stay warm or get home okay.

One time he tried to tell you to get home safely, but got too nervous and stumbled over his words telling you to get a safe home instead which led to him forcing Yoongi to come up with a bullshit story about home security and thankfully Yoongi was a great bullshitter so you didn’t seem too confused by it. However, he was so embarrassed he sat in his office for the rest of the day.

“I saw your woman talking to Taehyung a few exhibits over.”, Jin said while sweeping up a gum wrapper on the floor. Namjoon tried to hide the little perk up in his spirit at the mention of you. “First off she’s not my woman. She is her own person. Secondly she can talk to whoever she wants.”, he declared. “Well she’s also not yours because you refuse to tell her how you feel. We see the way you stand a little straighter and have a little smile when you know she’s here. You bought a whole new wardrobe instead of the same gray cardigan you’ve been wearing for the last three years. You wear cologne, the expensive kind. And we constantly notice you scanning the room looking for something…or someone.”, Hoseok walked over with his broom to add to the conversation. Jin snapped his fingers, “Yeah and I heard from Taehyung that lately you’ve been really focusing on getting art with flowers because SOMEONE happens to really like flowers.” “Yeah maybe I’ll buy that SOMEONE flowers myself.”, Hoseok snorted earning quite the belly laugh from Jin also.

Namjoon could feel his irritation growing, “I happen to really like flowers. Lots of people like flowers. They’re pretty. They symbolize lots of things. Flowers are just great okay. So what?! I want to add more floral pieces to the museum. Sue me!”

Jin and Hoseok stared with wide eyes never having seen Namjoon so worked up.

“Do you think Y/N likes roses or daisies better so I know what to get her when I ask her out on a date?”, Jungkook asked coming out of nowhere scaring everyone.

“Jungkook go pretend to secure something or something.”, Namjoon ordered, “And this building has three floors and is over 100,000 square feet…why are both of you sweeping the same little corner?”, he questioned to Jin and Hoseok who quickly scattered in opposite directions while Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

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An announcement came over the speaker reminding people that the museum would be closing in one hour so you moved through the next few exhibits fairly quickly hoping to find Namjoon.

When you finally did he was talking to an elder gentleman and pointing at a sculpture of pandas while explaining the history behind it in great detail. You loved how passionate he was about his work.

Patiently you waited for him to finish before walking a little bit closer hoping to get his attention. Of course he noticed you almost immediately greeting you with a smile, “Did you enjoy your time here at the museum?”

“Yeah of course. I always do. I’d really like to know more about this painting over here.” Happily he walked over with you and began explaining the history behind the piece.

Slowly the two of you made your way through the last remaining bit of the museum ending up by the cafe/gift shop. Namjoon checked his watch before leading you over to the small coffee bar, “I know it’s nothing fancy or anything, but can I buy you a coffee?” You nodded, “Yeah that sounds nice.”

With your drinks in hand you took a seat at one of the empty tables, thankfully the lounging area was empty since it was getting really close to closing time.

But it didn’t take long for you to hear some whispers and snickering coming from somewhere near you. When you looked around you spotted six men fighting for dominance to be able to see better around the door frame. You also very clearly heard Taehyung grumble something about Jimin standing on his designer boot and Jin demanding to know who pulled his hair.

“I think we’re being watched.”, you chuckled. “Yeah don’t get your friends jobs at the same place you work. It sounds like a great idea, but it’s really not.”, he sighed. Then he nervously fidgeted with earlobe, “So uh Y/N I was wondering…”

Your heart was already beating quite fast anxious to hear what he had to say, but then you heard a loud thud followed by a resounding shhhh which scared you half to death. Both you and Namjoon looked over to see Jungkook quickly scrambling up off of the floor before shoving Hoseok and hissing something about pushing him over too far. Realizing they were caught, Jin and Hoseok walked in and pretended to wipe down the already clean tables and sweep at nothing on the floor. Yoongi and Jungkook walked around the room with brightly lit flashlights which were useless since all of the lights were still on. “Security check, got a complaint about someone suspicious.”, Yoongi nodded at you before they returned back to looking around the room with their lights. “We just need a little pick-me-up! It’s been a long day.”, Jimin and Taehyung pointed at the little cafe before quickly walking over to the very clearly irritated barista since it was three minutes til close.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “Um Y/N as I was saying…”

You couldn’t help, but look at the six nosy men all scattered around the room being painstakingly obvious no matter smooth they thought they were.

“Y/N.”, Namjoon whispered, “Don’t look at them, look at me. Please. Because I’m running out of the courage to ask you this.”

You nodded letting him know he had your full attention. He grabbed your hand, “I like you Y/N. I like you a lot and I would like to take you out on an actual date to a nice restaurant or something. That is…if you would like to go out with me of course.”, he added at the end with his cheeks bright red.

“Yes of course, I’d like that!”, you exclaimed almost a little too enthusiastically unable to hide your excitement.

The room filled with cheers and claps making you and Namjoon both giggle and shake your heads at them. “I think they’ve been trying to get us together all night.”, you chuckled. “Yeah.”, he huffed, “Like six annoying cupids.”

[exouniverse]

Snowed In

Pairing: taehyung x gn reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Warnings: a little suggestive.

Summary: Taehyung and you went on vacation to go snowboarding, but there is a snowstorm and you two get stuck in your cabin.

Word count: 521

A/N: Hey, I’m back with the prompts hehe. I’ll see if I can post all of the ones I still haven’t posted. This is day five of the January Prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting

ALL JANUARY PROMPTS POSTS

The rustling of the sheets made you wake up. Your lashes slowly fluttering as you tried to focus your sight on the silhouette by the window.

“Tae?”

He looked back and smiled. “Oh, sorry baby. I woke you up?”

You shook your head as you stretched and slowly sat on the bed. Taehyung sat next to you and leaned to kiss your shoulder and rest his forehead on it.

“There’s a snowstorm,” he whispered, a disappointed tone in his voice.

A small gasp escaped your lips. The plans and expectations for the day ahead drifted away with the swirling snowflakes outside. Taehyung noticed how your shoulders slumped in disappointment, so he rubbed your back gently.

With a sweet raspberry kiss on your shoulder, he hoped to comfort you a little. It surely made you let out a soft giggle, but it intensified your pout. “Do you know if it will stop soon? We came to go snowboarding…”

“Mmm, no, I just woke up.” His fingers traced patterns on your arm. “I’ll check for updates.”

He reached for his phone on the nightstand and searched for any weather report. He sighed as he confirmed the unfavorable situation, his still sleepy eyes conveying so much sympathy as they locked with yours.

The howling winds outside confirmed the unfortunate circumstances, and you flopped back on the bed with a dramatic and playful sob. “So what do we do now?”

Taehyung stopped to think before he lay down next to you. “Mmm… the spa or something?”

“The spa is in the main building; we can’t go out there… we’ll probably have to stay here in our cabin.”

“Right, right.” His eyes darted to the ceiling, thoughtful. “Let’s chill then. We can keep ourselves entertained, can’t we?” Taehyung looked down at you with a cheeky sparkle in his eyes.

As he shifted closer to you, his fingers played with your hair, tangling and untangling gently. His fingertips lingered on your forehead and then traced your eyebrows, leading all the way to your cheek. He poked at the soft and squishy spot, and he lowered his voice to a honeyed whisper. “I’m happy to get… creative, if you are.”

Your lashes fluttered up, locking your gaze with his. Taehyung’s eyes dropped to your lips, his own slightly parted in anticipation, before he leaned in to capture them in a slow, charged kiss. The gentle touch of his hand lingered on your cheek.

It was so easy to melt in the feeling of his lips on yours. You felt your heartbeat syncing with his as the kiss slowly deepened. Taehyung pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against yours as he locked your hands together and tenderly nuzzled your nose.

The playful glint in his eyes shifted to something softer, a look of full adoration as he heard the growling sound coming from your stomach. “You’re hungry? Let’s have brunch.” Taehyung moved out of bed and extended his hand to help you out, almost pulling you all the way to the kitchenette. “We can get creative later,” he whispered back at you and winked, noticing your lovely laughter.

[snowpetaly]

I used to be young

bts fall moodboard 🍂🤎

feel free to use 🤎 do not repost 🚫🍂

[onceuponmykpop]

BTS as The Seven Deadly Sins

Introduction -

There are Seven main characters, each representing one of the seven deadly sins.

Seokjin as Gluttony

Yoongi as Sloth

Hoseok as Greed

Namjoon as Envy

Jimin as Lust

Taehyung as Pride

Jungkook as Wrath.

- Set the stage for a supernatural world where these sins coexist and have their own agendas.

Conflict -

A series of mysterious murders start happening in the city, victim each appearing to have been killed by a different sin.

- The BTS members each start experiencing strange occurrences that align with their respective sins, causing confusion and fear among them.

Point-

The group realizes that they are being targeted by a powerful force that wants to eliminate them for embodying the sins. They must come together and use their unique powers to uncover the truth behind the killings and protect themselves from the threat.

Climax -

Through a series of intense battles and revelations, the group discovers that they are pawns in a larger supernatural game, where forces of good and evil are fighting for control of the sins. - They must make a choice to either embrace their sins and join the fight, or reject them and side with the forces of good.

Resolution.-

The BTS members come to terms with their own flaws and their virtues, understanding that balance between darkness and light is necessary for harmony.

- They use their powers to defeat the true villain behind the killings, restoring peace to the city and earning their place as protectors of both sin and righteousness.

[mycurrentobsessionstuff]

Short drabble for @lilythepurple 💜

Prompt: “Yeah, but you should have seen the other guy.” and “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.”

Ship: Taekook (Jungkook and V from BTS)

Disclaimer: These are real people with real lives that I know nothing about. This is just cute fiction with a ship. I do not believe myself to know anything about their lives in reality.

Enjoy!

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“There was an accident.. I’m fine! My car, not so much.” It was a call Kim Taehyung never expected to receive and it made his heart race despite his boyfriend reassuring him that he’s fine. The word ‘accident’ kept echoing in his head and before he ever realised it he was stepping into his shoes and grabbing his keys.

“Okay. I.. okay. What happened?” Tae asked and he could hear his own voice trembling as he grabbed his jacket and a hat. He knows logically that he should call the company or Namjoon and avoid suspicion but none of that seemed to matter when Jungkook called him, sounding scared and upset.

“Just.. I swear I was looking everywhere. It was like they slammed on their breaks. I couldn’t break fast enough. They’re okay. I’m fine. It was just.. Taehyungie what do I do?” Tae felt like crying at the tone in Jungkook’s voice, heart squeezing as he locked his door and headed out of the building.

“Where are you?” Jungkook described the place but also pinged him the location as Tae got into his car. “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” They both reluctantly hung up and Tae drove off towards the river to find his boyfriend rules be damned. They could worry about the company and the public later.

Tae had never parked so quickly in his whole life, slamming the door and running across the street, immediately met with an armful of upset Jungkook. He pulled back and grabbed his boyfriend’s face, examining the cut on his cheek with a frown as Jungkook tried to shake him off.

“I’m fine.” Tae pushed Jungkook’s hair back, still frowning, worry heavy in the pit of his stomach. “You’re bleeding!” Jungkook shrugged, offering him a small grin. “Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” Tae huffed, dramatically rolling his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation so he couldn’t laugh. Just like Jungkook to make a joke at a time like this.

A man walked over with his phone, seeming frazzled but definitely okay. Tae exhaled slowly. Nobody is seriously hurt, there’s no ambulance or anything rushing to the accident. It’s okay.

“I called my insurance company. It should be alright. It was totally my fault!” Jungkook nodded with a little bow, shaking the man’s hand and Tae desperately wanted to moved closer, hold his boyfriend’s hand or wrap his arm around him or something.. anything. Jungkook called his insurance and all Tae could really do was wait until the man left, easily driving off. Jungkook’s car wasn’t as lucky.

“One thing at a time, Kookie. You’re okay.” Tae mumbled, moving closer finally, and he saw Jungkook take a slow, deep breath just like they’ve talked about so many times in the past. They called a tow truck and then they just had to wait so Tae pulled his boyfriend close to his side, slowly stroking up and down his arm as they very slowly swayed together from side to side.

As the tow truck left with Jungkook’s car Tae grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and walked them over to his haphazardly parked car so he could take them home. The second the doors closed he noticed Jungkook’s shoulders dropping as he exhaled, shaky hands pushing his hair back, and Tae paused with the keys in the ignition. Home could wait for just a moment.

“Hey, you’re okay.” He shifted in his seat so he could move closer, taking Jungkook’s hands in his, but tears were already falling down his cheeks, breaking Tae’s heart. He pulled Jungkook into his arms and they sat there until he was certain his boyfriend had stopped shaking.

“Better?” He asked with a soft smile and Jungkook exhaled a laugh as he wiped his eyes, nodding. “Better. Can we go home now?” Tae smiled brightly, stealing a quick kiss before starting the car and taking them back to the apartment. They both decided to not check online that night, opting for curling up in bed together and dealing with any possible outcome in the morning.

[mylovejimimi]

i'm in a massive writers block for my smutty fics and requests 😭 not easy to write four different smut scenes at the same time lmao so let's take a break with something different:

send me an angst prompt to write something short and sweet so i can get unstuck lol

can be anything angst with any member, my brain is fried so i don't have ideas of my own <3

[raethye]

Save My Love (Or Kill This Heart) by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 61.8K, complete

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Character(s)

Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Superpowers, Supervillains, Revenge, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Superpower Sex, Second Chances, Romance, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Justice, Sad Kim Taehyung | V, Aged-Up Character(s)

The new guy in apartment 1613 is loud. Not in the usual sense of blaring music or stomping feet or overenthusiastic workouts combining both, but nevertheless loud. A surge of secondhand loneliness slams into Seokjin. He's got half a bottle of whiskey to offer some ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ shots with, but no way to explain his pre-dawn presence.

How does one show up unannounced and tell a complete stranger that they seem sad?

The superheroes of Seoul are dealing with a high-profile thief. Seokjin is dealing with Taehyung, his mysterious new neighbor, who may or may not be stealing his heart.

FULL WORK (complete)

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

[winterjune]

✨️ TAKEAWAY | KTH

Prompt : To Taehyung, you're just another charity case studying in the school owned by his family. But when circumstances get you both closer than you could ever imagine, it leaves a lasting impact on him, and even after 8 years, he can't seem to forget them.

✨️ MOBSTER NEXT DOOR | MYG

Prompt : Yoongi finds himself as your next door neighbour after vowing to never see your face again but when he needs someone to babysit his daughter he has no other option but you.

[cupoftaae]

Im back + bts drabble requests are OPEN!

slowly walks in.....

hello....its been a while AHHHH. I missed tumblr, the past 2 months have been insanely hard for me, therefor i have not been writing, I will actually be shocked if people noticed. I am back in college, my boyfriend and I broke up, my family is all over the place in terms of drama.....ya girl is struggling. I miss my outlet of writing and plan to return with the drabble series for "Forever And A Day". (taehyung x Y/N). Once again im sorry for stepping off the edge of the earth for so long. missed u guys a lot and I hope some of you remember me, hasnt been too long but still. Im opening my requests for any bts member x female reader drabble ideas you may have in mind, i'll begin working on as soon as I can. Thank you !!!

[redrose10]

Guys…it has been a ROUGH week.

I started working on the final part to ‘Maybe in Another Life’ and it should hopefully be out soon.

In the mean time I thought I’d do another prompt game to keep busy and keep me thinking about other things. Feel free to comment or message me with requests! Sorry the pictures aren’t the clearest…I was in a hurry.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Choose a member:

Choose a trope (one from each side if you’d like):

Choose a prompt (1-3 choices please):

Angst—

Fluff—

Comfort—

Smut (will be written at PG-13ish level)—

[human-psyche]

BITTERSWEET LOVE.

" her lover, in numberless forms, in countless lives, time after time, he wouldn't let her go..."

The doors slam shut on their own in her desperate pursuit for freedom, the loud echo traveling the length of the tall, massive walls.

Slowly, Y/n crumbles to her knees at the foot of the heavy doors, her hands planted on the surface; she hits the wood once with her palm, frustration and hopelessness bubbling at the back of her throat. 

The sound of his shoes clicks the solid floors leisurely, tap, tap, tap. 

She feels his presence before he even steps out of the shadows, the moon's rays that stream through the high windows of the castle bathing his ungodly ethereal features in a sheen of light. Y/n turns her head to him and stands up, her dress swaying with her motions. She searches for a trace of something into his dark eyes, a sliver of disinterest, a change of heart一 but there's nothing.

"Taehyung, let me go." she says, defeated.

Suspense holds her at an impasse as the male circles her, awakening goosebumps on her skin. There's an underlining intimidation to his pacing, his gaze tracking her body like the touch of a licking flame. It does things to her that she's not proud to admit...

"And why would I do that?" Taehyung stops in front of her, tilting his head to the side as an elegant brow crinkles.

"You have three brides, you don't need me." she starts, catching a glimmer of hope. She thinks she might persuade him with this argument, maybe he would listen to her this time and realize that she's a nobody next to those other vampire women who are like him: graceful, seductive, majestic. Though, her intuition, which she should have heeded from the moment she set foot past the threshold of his domain, tells her otherwise.

"I don't..." he recognizes that fact nonchalantly, his long legs bringing him closer to her. His lashes are like the delicate yet deadly flutter of a spider, deep eyes pinning her down as his fingertips dance to the column of her neck, tracing her pulse. 

"But you're different, I want you."

Her breath is trapped, Y/n hates the effect he has on her, the alluring danger emanating off of him enveloping her from all sides.

"You can't have me." she spats in a spur of anger, refusing to succumb.

Taehyung smirks, the kind that wears a second edge, one of temptation, the other of damnation, the kind that's the stalemate before the viper bite.

"Nothing on this Earth will make you be anything else other than mine. Not even you."

Y/n gasps at the sudden yanking of her head back, his teeth sinking into her throat. 

An amalgamated wave of pain and pleasure inject her bloodstream and flow through her body like poison, the hand fisted in her hair and the arm around her waist locking her in a cage of euphoria...

. . .

a/n: a short dracula!style prompt. share if you like, and follow me for more bts content.

[snowpetaly]

Winter love

bts moodboard ❄️

[jinheungofsilla]

Let's bring back Hwarang, let's all roleplay as the characters

[mycurrentobsessionstuff]

A little treat for @lilythepurple 💜💜💜

You are loved - Taekook

Jungkook made a mistake on stage at some point during the Love Yourself tour.

“You really don’t realise just how many people love you, do you?”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

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Tae normally never joined the boys at the hotel gym after their shows, preferring to wind down and maybe eat or drink and listen to music, but tonight he really wanted to find Jungkook before going to bed.

To his surprise the youngest wasn’t there with Jimin and Namjoon and he frowned, catching Jimin between sets. “Where’s Kookie?” Jimin shrugged, looking at him for just a moment. “He went to his room. Said he wanted to wash up but.. you know how he gets after making a mistake. Just let him be.” Jimin went back to work but Tae just felt worse, worry laying heavy in his stomach. If he left Jungkook be when he was upset they would have never gotten this close to begin with.

Tae sighed and left the gym, stopping at the vending machine for Jungkook’s favorite snacks and drinks before heading up to their floor. He knocked on the youngest door, waiting for a response but there was nothing. He knocked again, worry making him feel nauseous. “Kookie, it’s me. Just me.” A pause before he heard the shuffling and the door opened.

Tae exhaled with relief as his shoulders dropped, smiling softly. Kookie wasn’t too upset if he was willingly letting him in so Tae walked inside as Jungkook dropped back on the bed with his phone. Tae put the bag down on the bed before snatching Jungkook’s phone away, tossing it on the other bed.

“None of that, baby. You know it’s a bad idea. You shouldn’t fixate on it.” He unpacked the bag as his boyfriend just sighed, flopping down on the bed. “I messed up. It was so noticeable! Taehyungie they’re saying I shouldn’t be on stage or in the group! I messed up so bad!” Tae joined Kookie on the bed, taking his hands. “Stop. Kookie, stop! You know that’s just a tiny part of people who look for any excuse to hate any of us. You made a small mistake. We all have. It doesn’t change how amazing you are!” Jungkook couldn’t even look at him but he kept talking because he knew Kookie, he knew he was listening.

“I know you’re upset and you’re allowed to be upset but do not read the hateful comments. That’s not ARMY. That’s not our fans. Is it?” He waited until Jungkook shook his head before moving closer, kissing his temple. “Remember how people reacted when Namjoon-hyung slipped? Or Yoongi-hyung couldn’t get his mic to work? They will always find some reason to hate us. But that’s not our ARMY, right?” Another nod from the younger member and Tae smiled softly, stroking his hair.

“Remember when I didn’t do my choreo to DNA at all?” That finally got a little laugh out of his boyfriend who nodded before looking at him. “Hobi-hyung was so mad.” Tae laughed softly, wiping some tears away from Jungkook’s cheeks. “ARMY found it hilarious. That’s all I care about.” Jungkook smiled again and Tae stole a quick kiss.

“There’s not a mistake you could ever make that would upset ARMY.” Jungkook sighed softly, leaning their heads together. “I just don’t want to disappoint ARMY.” Tae pulled his boyfriend closer, stroking his hair back slowly. “You really don’t realise just how many people love you, do you?” Jungkook hummed softly, looking out the hotel window at the lights all through the city. “I try.” They sat like that until Jungkook was ready to pull away and set up the laptop to watch something as they munched on the snack together.

As the clock reached into the early hours of the morning Jungkook was dozing on Tae’s shoulder, gripping his hand tightly as the laptop flickered light over their faces. “Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” The younger whispered and Tae smiled softly, wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend and kissing his head. “I’ll stay for as long as you need, baby.”