#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 (currently unedited) 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 your 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 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.”

[runariya]

I just saw that prompt game thingy and thought maybe you could write something for me too.

Emojis: 👑🥰💍🥂

Member: Taehyung

Line: 'With a smirk, Taehyung scoffed, "You think you can resist me? How adorable."'

(royal+fluff+wedding+party) part of the prompt game pairing: prince!Taehyung x female reader genre: royal!AU, f2s2l, fluff warnings: yearning, fluff, fluff, fluff, kissing word count: 2.092

a/n: thank you anony for this prompt request! I hope you like it! I tweaked the tense to better match my writing style, I hope that works for you!

The grand halls of the palace are alive with laughter and music, the chatter of guests echoing against the high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers. Tonight, the Kingdom of Kimhan celebrates the wedding of its beloved prince, Kim Taehyung, in a grand party that has the entire realm buzzing with excitement.

You find yourself among the crowd as an unexpected guest at this royal affair. Receiving an invitation had been a complete surprise, especially since you aren’t royalty and haven’t spoken to Taehyung in five years. As a commoner, you feel slightly out of place among the nobility, but the allure of the celebration pulls you in regardless. The hall seems foreign but familiar at the same time. 

Dressed in a borrowed forest green gown, you glide through the ballroom, admiring the regal decor. Golden banners hang alongside rich tapestries, and the floor sparkles as if scattered with stardust. The guests are a sea of elegant dresses and tailored suits, moving rhythmically to the orchestra playing a waltz.

As you move through the crowd, your eyes are drawn to the center of the room, where Prince Taehyung stands, a magnetic figure who draws everyone’s gaze. He is as charming as the latest stories suggest, with his dark, tousled hair falling effortlessly around his eyes and a smile that could light up the night. His suit is perfectly tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and confident and tall stance. The prince's eyes, a deep brown that seem to hold a thousand secrets, scan the room with an easy confidence.

Despite the attention he receives from the well-wishers surrounding him, there’s a part of you that wants to avoid him. Memories of your shared childhood flood back—the days spent exploring the palace gardens, the laughter echoing between the corridors. Those days seemed simpler, back when you were just two kids enjoying each other's company, before the weight of social class became apparent.

You’ve had a crush on Taehyung for as long as you can remember, but the divide between your worlds kept you at a distance. You’ve watched him grow from afar, seen him transform into the man he is now. And though your heart yearns for him, you’ve always convinced yourself that someone like you could never truly fit into his world.

Yet, here you are, and despite your resolve to remain unnoticed, your eyes keep finding their way back to him.

A soft voice catches your attention, pulling you from your thoughts. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a woman next to you comments, gesturing to the scene. She’s older, with kind eyes and a warm smile.

You nod, forcing a smile. “It’s like a dream,” you reply, trying to keep your awe in check.

She chuckles. “Indeed. Prince Taehyung’s wedding is the event of the century. I’m just glad to witness it.”

“Who is he marrying?” you ask, though the question leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

The woman laughs softly. “Oh, the prince isn’t marrying tonight. This is a pre-wedding celebration. The actual ceremony will be held tomorrow. Tonight is for the people to rejoice.”

Your heart sinks a little at the confirmation. Taehyung, your Taehyung, is to marry someone else. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering who the woman is that will stand beside him for life. You’ve spent years trying to suppress your feelings, but the thought of him with another makes your heart ache in an intensity you never knew it could feel. 

“Do you know who the lucky bride is?” you inquire, your voice barely masking the tremor beneath.

The woman gives you a conspiratorial smile. “Rumor has it she’s a lady of noble birth, but beyond that, it’s anyone’s guess. The royal family has been quite secretive.”

You thank her for the information, and she moves on, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your gaze drifts back to Prince Taehyung, now dancing with a young woman who’s matching his beauty with ease. His movements are graceful, and he leads with an effortless confidence that draws admiration from those around him.

As you watch them, a wistful longing fills your chest. How many times have you imagined being in her place, twirling in his arms under the soft glow of the chandeliers? You’ve always known it was a foolish dream, yet the desire persists even years later.

The night wears on, and you find yourself swept into the festivities. You dance with strangers, share laughter and stories, and for a while, forget your unease. The music is intoxicating, and you let yourself be carried by the rhythm.

Eventually, you step outside for some fresh air. The gardens are illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm glow over the carefully manicured hedges and flowers. You stroll along a path you know from your childhood days spent here, enjoying the tranquility that contrasts with the lively atmosphere inside.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice when someone joins you. It’s Prince Taehyung, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. He walks beside you silently for a moment before speaking.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he comments, his voice smooth and inviting.

You nod, caught off guard by hearing his deep, velvety voice after so long. “It is. The gardens are lovely.”

He chuckles softly, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “I noticed you inside. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond. “I didn’t expect to be here, honestly. But it’s been a wonderful evening.”

Taehyung stops, turning to face you fully. “I’m glad. It’s important that everyone feels welcome at the palace.”

There’s a sincerity in his words that surprises you. Despite his status, he doesn’t carry the aloofness you expected. Instead, he seems genuinely interested in your presence despite you ghosting him years ago. 

Before you can respond, he speaks again, his tone lighthearted. “Do you know how to waltz?”

The question catches you off guard. “I’ve had some lessons, but I’m not very good,” you admit, feeling self-conscious.

Taehyung offers his hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Care to join me for a dance? I promise I won’t step on your toes.”

You hesitate, glancing back towards the ballroom where the music drifts softly. You remind yourself that his future wife is probably waiting for him inside and that it’s best not to get too close. After all, he has a new life ahead of him, one that doesn’t include you. But his invitation is hard to resist, and you find yourself placing your hand in his.

As Taehyung leads you to a small clearing, the moon casts a silvery glow over the scene. He guides you with practiced ease, his touch light. His hand on your waist feels reassuring, and you try to focus on the steps rather than the fluttering in your chest.

“You dance well,” he compliments, his gaze holding yours.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m just trying not to trip.”

Taehyung chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing just fine. Trust me.”

His confidence is infectious, and you relax into the dance, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. The music, though distant, provides a perfect backdrop to your impromptu waltz.

Dancing in the moonlight with the man you’ve always loved, you try with all your might to hold yourself together. You want to create a beautiful memory that will last for the rest of your life, something that you can look back on fondly when all of this is over. 

You gaze at Taehyung, who is stunningly handsome and just as charming as he was when you were children. His warm brown eyes, one with a monolid, are deep and mesmerising, filled with a kind of tenderness that makes you ache inside. His plush, heart-shaped lips curl into a gentle smile that sends your heart racing, and his perfectly sloped nose complements his elegant features. You resist the urge to feather your fingers across the smooth skin of his cheek, knowing that this moment must be enough.

Taehyung hasn’t changed a bit, but he has grown into the most attractive man on earth. His long hair falls softly around his face, framing those beautiful eyes you once knew so well. He holds you close, his hands steady and reassuring, and you can’t help but notice how much he has matured. The same boyish charm he had as a child is still there, but now it’s paired with a confidence that makes him irresistible. 

As he gazes at you, his expression is warm and sincere, as if he sees right into your soul. You wish you could freeze time, stay in this moment with him forever, but you know that soon he will return to a life that no longer includes you. So, you hold on tightly, committing every detail of his face to memory, hoping it will bring you comfort in the days to come.

When the song comes to an end, Taehyung slows, keeping you close. There’s a warmth in his expression that doesn't seem to falter one bit. 

“Thank you,” you say, breathless from both the dance and his proximity.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, his voice soft. “I’ve missed seeing you around.”

The confession takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more beneath his words. Taehyung’s hand brushes against your cheek, a soft, lingering touch that makes your breath hitch.

“You’ve grown up,” he muses, his gaze never leaving yours. “But you’re still the same girl I remember.”

The tenderness in his voice tugs at something deep within you. It’s as if he sees past the walls you’ve built, straight to the heart you’ve tried to guard.

“I suppose some things never change,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Taehyung’s eyes hold a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. “Why do you always avoid me, hm?” he asks with a smirk, his tone both teasing and challenging.

You hesitate, the truth hovering on the tip of your tongue. “I guess I just didn’t want to get in the way. You’re royalty, Tae.”

He steps closer, his hand still resting lightly against your cheek. “And you think that means we can’t be friends?”

“Friends,” you repeat, the word feeling bittersweet. “I’m not one of your delusional fangirls.” You attempt to step back, but he draws you into his chest, and you collide with a soft exhale.

With a smirk, Taehyung scoffs, “You think you can resist me? How adorable.”

You meet his gaze, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “I didn’t say I wanted to resist.”

The air between you shifts, charged with possibilities. It’s a moment suspended in time, where anything seems possible.

Taehyung’s expression softens, and he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m glad. Because I’ve always wanted to see you again.”

His words wash over you like a gentle wave, filling the spaces you didn’t know were empty. Despite the improbability of it all, you feel a thrill of excitement.

“I’ve always wanted to see you too,” you admit, feeling a sense of certainty in your response.

The tension between you builds, and Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck, his touch as gentle as the warm summer breeze.

You lean in, your heart racing as you close the distance between you. The kiss is soft, a tentative exploration that quickly deepens into something more. Taehyung’s lips are warm and inviting, and you lose yourself in the sensation of being so close to him.

The world around you fades away, leaving just you and Taehyung, two souls drawn together by fate and choice. In the gardens of the palace, beneath the stars, you find a connection that defies expectations.

As you pull apart, your foreheads resting against each other, you can’t help but smile. The promise of new beginnings fills the air, a future you’re eager to explore together.

Taehyung gazes at you with a tenderness that makes your heart soar. “You were my past. You are my present.” he promises, his voice filled with conviction. “Please be my future and marry me tomorrow.” 

“What about the bride?” You ask him dazed. 

“That all,” he gestures to the festivities inside, “is all for you. It was always only you.” 

And in that moment, you believe him. Together with Taehyung, you step into the future, a future you always wished for. 

[snowpetaly]

I used to be young

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[studio-multi]

Dialogue #2

Setting: Kim Taehyung has a demon inside him that feeds on sexual pleasure, when he and the OC/Reader finally have sex, he loses control of himself, and the demon takes over pulling too much energy from them. They wake up later to his worried hovering.

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"What are you? Some kind of sexual dementor?" OC/R laughs dryly when he gives them a chocolate bar to get their blood sugar back up.

Taehyung tilts his head, "I don't understand that reference."

OC/R sighs, "Harry Potter will be added to our watch list. We will have to pirate it though; we can’t fund that transphobes lifestyle."

[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.

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ sunrise in versailles (part 2) (chapter 14)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 7k (pretty long 4 me!)

warnings- this chapter was really emotional for me to write, theres content warnings that go beyond the usual. If you are sensitive to certain topics and feel that reading stories triggers you, please don't read this. beside from that, theres swearing, smut, drinking, angst. this is a long one.....pls dont hate me after this

a/n- Hi sweethearts ahhh ive been slacking with my content and I apologize, i am working on a drabble/oneshot for you guys and its pretty long, I tend to get distracted easily so its taking longer than expected, hate to neglect my current story. Hope u enjoy! -Nini

"go stand over there"

You embarrassingly looked back at your boyfriend, his large camera in his hand as he pointed you over to a statue

"noo"

"just do it, cmon you look cute" he smiled and teasingly pushed you over before holding his camera up. "smile"

You fixed your hair and your hat, smiling brightly as taehyung took your photo. "You look beautiful" he chuckled, reviewing the picture. "definitely the prettiest artwork here"

"shut up" you nudged him, hiding your face in his chest before you began walking around the museum again.

Your hands were locked in together, eyes widening at every amazing piece of art you came across. "you know....I wouldnt be surprised if one day your paintings were in here"

"you think?" he smiled, amused

"mhm, no doubt."

He kissed your temple, hand now resting on the small of your back before weaving your way through a small crowd.

"I am already thinking of my next piece, you know?"

You raised an eyebrow, giggling "yeah? what is it?"

Taehyung laughed, spinning around to look back at you, "thats for me to know and you to find out"

"oh here we go..." you roll your eyes, laughing at the boys antics.

You had to admit, so far things were perfect. The only thing you had to focus on was Taehyung and Paris, to say you were content was an understatement.

"so...I was thinkingggg" he dragged out his words, eyes glancing to you as you walked into a room full of naked statues

"yes?"

"tonight. dinner, you and me, La Veranda's"

You blush, circling around the exhibit "am I supposed to know what La Veranda's is?"

Taehyung circles and meets you around one of the statues, a cheeky smile apparent. "La Veranda, its a restaurant not too far from the hotel. my treat"

"hmm" you took one of his hands "sound fun to me"

"just because im paying?"

"no!" you giggle, tapping his shoulder "I wanna have fun with you, it sounds good, even if Im not the biggest fan of french cuisine."

"oh we will have fun alright"

"okay bye" you jokingly turned away and walked into another room, small laughs heard behind you as taehyung caught up. "Im teasing, yes it sounds really good, thank you angel" you pressed a peck to his cheek, hands entwining once more.

"mm" he groaned, not satisfied with such a small kiss, his other hand tilting your head back to meet his lips.

"ever had Museum sex?"

"are you like permanently horny?" you giggled, pushing away and making sure no one heard.

"well yes, and so are you, so shut up" he smirked, "and sex isnt taboo here, Paris is like the sex symbol of all countries"

"No one has ever said that"

"theres nude beaches!"

"taehyung thats just Europe, people here are comfortable with themselves" you giggle, shrugging.

"okay but imagine going to a beach, nude, in Korea"

"I dont wanna imagine it, because it doesn't sound appealing. Here or there"

He laughs, taking a picture of a large painting in front of you, "im just saying...."

"saying that its okay to be horny in Versailles?"

"exactlyyy" he finger pointed before linking arms with you. "ready?"

You nod, smiling as you two exit what has to be your 4th museum of the day. You werent expecting this to be as fun as it was, perhaps it was taehyung who made it 10x more enjoyable.

"are you gonna get mad if I grab a beer over there?" he pointed to a small pub that stood along the open street of stores and bakeries, the smell was unimaginably good.

"my love you don't have to be sober just because I am, of course you can grab a drink" you explained, walking across the street with him.

He sighed, "ok but I feel bad, you cant even have coffee?"

"nope" you smile sadly, fidgeting with his hand as you sat in line with him.

His eyes looked around the area until it landed on a bakery, "ok well after this, I'll go over and grab you a hot chocolate and croissant"

"how incredibly french" you giggled, laying your head against his shoulder

"oui" he spoke, beginning to laugh

"oh I didnt know you spoke french" you tease

"theres a lot you dont know, Madam" he spoke in an accent, pulling his wallet out to pay for his beer

Once you two settled, you caught a cab over to Tuileries Garden, where surprisingly there was not many people around. You both sat down on chairs and embraced the warm welcoming sunshine that pressed against your skin.

"shouldve brought sunscreen huh?" you whisper, looking over at taehyung

"mm...I dont burn"

"you said that last summer when we went to the beach with your friends, you cam home looking like a lobster." You hid a giggle, watching him with loving eyes

"nooo" he blushed "that was only that one time, im fine"

"if you say so" you yawned, leaning down in the recliner as you looked up at the sky, beautiful trees surrounding the small hidden area you were in.

Paris was such a stimulating place to be, your mind could be draped away from all the hell youve been stressing out with, for once you felt like you were just living, is this how normal people felt?

Part of you wished this would never end, that you and Taehyung would plant your feet in the ground of this very spot and grow old together in one of the most romantic places in the world. Maybe it was the hot chocolate you had earlier, but this place had healing properties.

Taehyungs eyes stayed glued to your body as you laid, unaware.

He was unable to help the smile that stuck to his face, seeing his best friend, the love of his life, finally look at peace brought a great sense of comfort to him. You looked so beautiful, and he wanted to capture every moment with you for himself. He was greedy, and didnt care.

Without saying anything, he pulled his camera out of his bag and began taking photos of you

"what are you doing?" you giggled, blushing

"youre so pretty, baby" he walked over to your chair, propping himself up at the end of it.

"dont take photos of me right now please" you pout, hiding your face as he comes up and lightly hovers you

"when will you just let me love you, hm?" his voice was soft, humor within it.

"I just dont want my photo taken" you look up at him

"these are for me, no one else." he pressed a kiss to your neck, whispering "I want to just remember everything we do together"

You smiled at his sweetness, a hand coming up to tangle into his hair as you pressed a kiss to his lips, he quickly reciprocated, a small chuckle.

With a swift movement, he got up and pulled you with him, encouraging you to hold onto his back.

"what if I hurt you?" you blush

"youre not gonna, now cmon" he smiled, holding your legs as you climbed to his back. He began walking around as your arms draped around his shoulders, head resting against them.

"taehyung" you hummed, fingers delicatley tracing his shirt

"hm?"

"promise me we will come back here?"

He chuckled, "baby, its our first day-"

"I mean...like...later in life. promise that we will still find time for us?"

He sighed at your words, "of course we will, are you worried that we wont?"

"well, with the baby and stuff...I dont know I guess." you close your eyes "I just dont want things to change"

A sad smile appeared on his face, "things have to change, and they are most definitely going to for us." he paused "doesnt mean its a bad change, not all things are bad, my love....its part of life"

You nodded, kissing his nape gently. "I just love you so much, and I dont want anything to happen to us."

"why do you think something will happen? im here for you, now, tomorrow, next month and forever. you cant ditch me" he smiled.

"I dont know..." you blushed, leaning your head back down as taehyung piggybacked you through the small trail.

There was more you wanted to say, but you had not wanted to worry him. Despite things going well right now, you anticipated the fall, you anticipated when all of this happiness and euphoric excitement would disappear...because it always did. Life was a little too good to be true.

its like you knew something bad was coming, and all you can do is wait.

-

Taehyung was sitting on the bed, waiting for you to exit the bathroom so you both could head to dinner. He nervously adjusted his shirt, he could laugh at how silly he felt, it was like he was a high schooler getting ready for prom or something.

He couldnt explain why, but he had the urge to just spoil you, impress you in anyway he knew how.

His own mind had been plaguing him for a while now, that perhaps once the baby arrives, you will realize hes not fit for it, and leave.

So here he was, offering every limb he had to bend over backwards for anything you wanted. Taehyung would give up everything just to keep you, and he hoped you saw it.

"okay, tell me what you think of this one" you exited the bathroom finally, after changing your outfit for the 4th time

He swallowed harshly, his eyes shooting over every part of you

"is it bad?" you whispered, blushing as your hands trailed over the sickly black cocktail dress....definitely something out of your comfort zone, but you bought it before the trip as a surprise for taehyung, you knew he liked to see you wear things like that.

"you look..." he mentally told himself to stop acting creepy "absolutely gorgeous"

You blushed once more, pushing your hair back as you walked closer to him. He couldnt deny the fact that the dress hugged every inch of your skin perfectly, your cleavage was definitely something he'd have to remind himself to not oggle at out in public, he was a gentleman after all...

"you think..?"

He nodded, his cheeks red as he pulled you closer to him, hands resting on your hips before running over your bump, "my love, are you trying to kill me?"

You giggle softly, pressing your hands over his as he looked up at you "you look really handsome, baby" you bit your lip

"thank you but....look at you, god"

You giggle once more, gently sitting on his lap as he kissed your neck and collar bones, "oh and you smell good?" his nose inhaled the scent of your skin, a sense of desire coursing through you at his touch. "people are gonna see us out in public and wonder what a pretty girl like you is doing with me" he teased, mouth kissing over your low chest line.

"taehyung" you whisper, hands gently stopping him. "If we dont leave now I dont think we will be able to stop ourselves"

He laughed, "im sorry y/n, youre right." he gently stood, holding your hand, "stand here for me" he pointed to in front of the mirror as he grabbed his camera and stood behind you, his free hand on your bump as he captured the reflection.

"lets go, sweet girl" he pecked your lips before heading out the hotel room with you.

You didnt know it yet, but tonight would be one of the best nights youve had in your life.

-

"I am most certainly not eating snail...knock yourself out" you laughed, passing over the plate to your boyfriend who eagerly took a piece and sniffed it

"its escargo, to be technical" he corrected, popping it in his mouth and nodding.

"same thing, thats so gross" you whisper, looking away

The atmosphere of the restaurant was quiet and peaceful, it was late now and so the beautiful string lights hung up on the outdoor patio illuminated the area.

"for real though, how is the food?" he smiled, taking a sip of his wine.

"its so good, I am not usually one for french food but this...this is good" you pointed down at your Gratin d’aubergine, which, in simpler terms is just grilled eggplant with melted cheese and tomato sauce, topped with chopped veggies.

Taehyung originally encouraged you to get the same he got, which was the shellfish dish, until you reminded him that pregnant women shouldnt have shellfish.

"how do you know all of this already?" he teased, taking a bite of his food as the candle light in front of you lit up the table.

"lotttts of research, mostly anxiety driven" you chuckle, looking back at him.

He smiled shyly, wiping his mouth and looking at the view of the city, sky now blanketing darkness.

"what are you thinking about?" you rested your head on the palm of your hand

"dunno" he smirked, "just..how you are already doing so good with everything...like you have it all figured out"

You giggle, "you think I have i figured out?"

"well I mean, you know all this stuff about the baby and, here I was, about to feed you fish like an idiot" he exhaled

"hey.." you reached out to hold his hand over the table, soft eyes in his direction. "I dont have a choice, its my body and I need to know how to protect it and shit" you add, "youre not an idiot for not knowing something baby, you are doing so well" you whisper

He blushed and rubbed his thumb against your joined hands, "im really scared"

"and thats perfectly okay...we have time to get comfy before anything happens. I mean, look, you already cleared your room so we could store all the baby stuff in there, you know what your doing my love, im scared too, and im so glad you told me"

"everything happened so quick I feel like I was thrown into a role that I know nothing about. Im excited, like...really excited, but im so worried of messing up" he admits

"hey, messing up is part of life, we all have our ups and downs. we will not be the first parents to probably have a mistake here and there, and we most certainly wont be the last either." your voice was quiet, "and plus...the fact that you even care right now is more than enough."

He nodded gently, squeezing your hand as the waitress came over and asked for our ideas on dessert, you spoke to her as taehyung watched, his eyes tracing every inch of you carefully, so desperatley wishing he could climb into your mind and figure out everything you ever wanted, so he could provide that to you.

The way your hand naturally fell over your stomach as you spoke to the woman made him smile, you were already a great mother, and he only prayed he would fulfill the dad role. He wondered in that moment how your own dad could leave you when you were young. The feelings taehyung has for you but not only your child that isnt even born yet is so incredibly strong, he could never in a million years imagine trading it for some other thing that passes along.

And he assumed you had reservations about taehyung possibly being like your dad, given that your times with men growing up always failed you, he wanted to prove that he was the best. Taehyung was the best. Perhaps it was cocky thinking, but he truly knew you inside and out like no other, even before romantic feelings became involved.

He knows that you like to sleep on the right side of the bed, always, no matter what.

He knows that you have 2 cups of hot coffee every morning, then an iced in the afternoon, and he knows that its always that french vanilla creamer you use as well.

He even knows your showering routine, wash and condition hair, shave, scrub body and rinse, but you always stay in there for an extra 20 minutes as your Spotify shuffles songs.

Hell...he even knows when your damn period is. He downloaded the app for you!

The man knows what you are, who you are, and highly doubts anyone else can do the job.

Your foot gently nudged against his ankle underneath the table, a small smirk on your face brought him back to reality.

"footsies in the french restaurant?" he asked, faking shock

A small giggle escaped your lips, "I ordered dessert"

"hm?"

"creme caramel...I dont know if you are a fan or not-"

"that sounds delicious" he smiled, reaching over to grab your hands as he admired you

"you have a tendency to stare, you know?"

He smiled shyly, "sorry, i'll stop"

"no its cute...I just get embarrassed" you spoke

"embarrassed of what? we've known each other forever and pretty girl still gets shy...."

You hid your face, cheeks bright pink "well yeah....because you look at me like that"

"like what?"

"like you are thinking of not appropriate things" you said matter of factly, looking back at him

"thats cause I am" he smirked, foot rubbing against your calve

You darted your eyes down to the beige table cloth, that familiar arousal sitting in the center of your stomach as you bit your lip amusingly.

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped once the waitress placed the desserts on the table, your eyes grew wide like a little girl in a candy shop unsupervised.

"wait dont dig in yet, I wanna picture" you mumble, pulling your phone out and snapping it

"now whos the one whos photographing everything?"

You giggle, "Stop, dont tell me that doesn't look delicious.."

his eyes looked at you as you put your phone in your purse, "it does"

Once you began eating, you both awed over how flavorful it was, wishing that you knew how to bake better so you could replicate such desserts back in Korea.

"annie bakes" he teased

"do not bring her name up here!" you nudged him, "I dont care if she bakes food, you know what else she bakes? drama! a whole lot of it!" you smile, shaking your head as you went in for another bite

"I know" he nods, drinking his water "we really dont have friends huh?"

"nope" you laughed, looking at him as you sucked on the fork, "we have each other though"

"you're not sick of me yet?" he tilted his head, humor within his voice

"never.."

You guys spent the rest of the night talking and bringing up funny stories and memories as you finished dessert. You do admit that having a glass or two of wine would have been enjoyable, but you could get buzzed of taehyung alone. As you two left the restaurant, it began to rain slightly

"oh shit, I didn't bring jackets" he frowned, standing at the entry of the door as you both watch the rain fall, the pace and heaviness picking up. He wanted to see if there was any stores close so you could grab an umbrella or coverings, but t was already 10pm, so most places were closed for the night.

"we dont need em!" you giggle, running down the steps and into the rain, hair beginning to dampen.

He looked at you in shock for a moment before running after you, a gleam in his eyes as you grabbed his hand, running down the sidewalk together.

"wait!" you laugh, holding onto his shoulder as you lean forward to untie your heel laces, sliding the shoes off and holding them so you could begin to run again.

It was just like a movie, you felt so much joy in that moment that you didnt even care you were soaked, the fullness feeling in your stomach from how much you ate now an afterthought.

The wide street was empty, most people ran indoors for cover while you pulled him close, he gasped softly and kissed you, rain beginning to pick up even more so.

You laughed against his lips, "i love you"

"I love you too" he spun you around before beginning to run again, at this point, both of you were drenched without a care in the world.

"im having so much fun!" you yell over the loud ambience of the water pouring, he squeezed your hand and nodded, keeping up with your pace "me too!"

It was like you both had transported back to the age of 14, when there were a few times you both would run home after school in the rain.

He hasnt seen you so happy in so long, he didnt want this to end.

"baby we should call a cab!" you lean into his ear, moving damp hair out of your face

"mm" he nodded, ignoring what you said, standing under an overhead of a closed building as he pulled you closer, lips connecting again.

Your arms draped over his shoulders as you quite literally made out in public. If someone saw, you didnt care.

His lips attacked that sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp softly, eyes fluttering shut before hands grabbed onto his shirt.

"l-lets go back to the room" you managed to mutter, lips on his once more as your tongues met.

when in France, you french kiss, right?

"good idea" he mumbled against your mouth before reluctantly pulling away to grab his phone that luckily was tucked safely in his dry bag.

He called a taxi and waited with you until it arrived.

Climbing into the backseat, you quickly told the driver the address to the hotel and paid him in advance, shutting the door behind you.

The driver nodded and began to drive, the dark atmosphere of the car only tempted taehyung more so, his hand climbing to your inner thigh as you kissed in the back seat, your own hands roaming over him as well.

You were compelled to press sweet kisses all over the boys face, noticing even in the dark, that your lipstick made its marks.

It felt like it took forever to get back, but he was the first one out, almost dragging you out the cab behind him.

You made sure to thank the driver again as you rushed inside, the two of you giggling like little kids while running through the lobby.

"where the key?" you whisper in the elevator, hands digging into his bag

"bottom pocket, left side zipper" he looked down, watching you find it and take it out.

Wandering the hall, you both shushed eachother "we are being way too loud" you whisper, giggling at his sarcastic face as he pulled you into the doorway of your room.

"i dont care" he shrugged, pulling you in and shutting the door.

The room's AC was on, goosebumps quickly scattering over your skin as you exhaled, a smile on your face as you followed him over to the bed.

Taehyung smiled as well, dropping his back and shoes in the corner of the room before slowly coming over, leaning down to kiss you again. "mm...you still taste like caramel"

You giggled, "baby look in the mirror" you pointed him away as he caught a glance of his reflection, your lipstick marks covering his cheeks, nose, forehead and lips. "jesus christ" he mumbled, smirking

"what did you do to me?" he teased, coming back to the bed as you laughed, holding your stomach. "oh its funny?" he giggled, gently crawling over you and shutting you up with another kiss, which deepened quickly.

"yknow..." he began "took a lot in me to not touch you at that resteraunt"

His confession made you blush, your hands already working on unbuttoning his white shirt, now completely drenched in rain. "yeah?"

"mm" he kissed your neck, sucking on the skin as he assisted you by taking his own shirt off, tossing it somewhere off the bed.

"very respectful.." you mumble, now trying to undo his pants, eyes connected to his.

"you dont even realize how fucking sexy you are" he spoke, tossing away his pants as well before he was left in just his boxers...now it was his turn to begin to undress you.

The soft, beige pale light illuminated the room, glowing on taehyungs tan skin, something that you noticed quickly. "im not that sexy" you blush, his hand slowly and gently pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulders, so careful, almost as if he would break you.

"oh but you are, baby...god look at you"

He pulled down the dress, taking it off of you and being more gentle when he put it away, knowing it was expensive. His eyes widened at your red lingerie you had on beneath, the lace catching his attention. "is this for me?" he giggled, "so honored" he kissed you deeply before trailing his lips to your neck and chest.

You blushed again as you watched him make his way down to your stomach, stopping for a moment to press kisses all over your bump. You know he saw the stretch marks, something you had grown self conscious about, but he didn't say anything, instead he continued to touch you like glass, moving in ways that brought you love and comfort. "dont take the bra off, I wanna watch you cum in it"

You felt your body heat up at his sudden vulgar words, "o-okay" you whispered, glancing back down at him as he tried to move closer to your center. His hands gently pried open your thighs more, lips attaching to the inner skin quickly."wait...baby" you exhale, making him stop.

"hm?"

"You dont need to do that, im ready, just please...." you hated how needy you sounded, but it was true. You didnt need him to do anything extra other than just make love to you, you were desperate for that connection, desperate for the intimacy and close faces.

"are you sure...?" he seemed confused, eyebrows raised as his hand lightly grazed over your clothed slit, thumb slightly pressing onto your clit making you gasp

"yeah...uh, yeah, im sure" you mumble, shyly.

He smirked, pressed one last kiss to your navel before crawling back up to your face, his hands fidgeted with his own boxers before sliding them off, his cock erect as he stroked himself a few times.

You watched, biting your lip before taking off your own underwear, his gaze on your lower half making you smile.

"oh wow, you are ready" he whispered, two of his fingers gently gliding through your slick, making you whimper,

"please...just, dont tease...." you mumble, arms thrown over his shoulders "I need you so bad"

"i know baby, I know" he leaned down to kiss you when he felt a tear drop from your eye. "did I do something wrong?" he immediately pulled away "what happened my love?"

You shook your head, "I just love you" you were embarrassed again, but didnt care about being vulnerable "dont go" you whisper

Taehyung was a little confused, but chose to simply wipe your eyes, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips as he grasped your hand, "im...im not going anywhere...you have me, im here, forever okay?" he spoke close to your ear. "I love you so much"

"I love you...." you looked at him with sad eyes, obviously more to the emotions than just hormones. "do you want to stop?" he questioned softly

"no, please no"

"okay" he exhaled, kissing you again when you pulled him closer, chests touching.

He dragged his cock through your folds, gathering wetness before beginning to press in. No matter how many times you both have done it, he checked up to your face, "are you okay?"

You gasped at the intrusion, waiting until he bottomed out to speak, "yes....oh.." you laid your head back against the pillow as he carefully grasped a hand on your hip bone, the other entwined with your fingers. Taehyungs head found its cozy spot between your shoulder and ear, kissing the skin as he set a gentle and slow-ish pace, making sure you were okay with it.

Its you, youre you, and he couldnt ask for anything better because it simply doesnt exist. He restrained any instinct to just ruin you and go quicker, knowing that in this moment going slow was what you both needed

"you feel so good" his voice was raspy, any confidence he had was now out the window as he pushed deeper inside, your velvety walls soaking up every inch of his cock perfectly.

"baby..." you moan, eyes closed. It was just maybe one of the prettiest sounds he had ever heard, you were like an angel. How is it possible for one woman to be so perfect in every way?

He felt your fingers dig deeper into his back, your lower body squirming slightly. "here...." he whispered, bunching up a blanket and putting it under you so he could hit a different angle.

When he continued thrusting, you arched your back at the contact. Whatever he was looking for, mission success.

"ahh-...baby, please" you whimper, mouth falling open as your moans filled the hotel room, the sounds of sweaty bodies moving against each other filling your ears.

"so pretty for me huh? always so beautiful, my girl" his voice echoed through your body, mindlessly filling your senses and bringing you out of the earth.

He moved up a bit, pressing his elbows on either side of your head as he leaned down, your faces nearly touching as you cupped his cheeks. "I love you so much, fuck, you treat me so well...." your eyes closed in pleasure, taehyung watching you unravel beneath him was such a pretty sight.

His hand snaked down between your bodies and eagerly rubbed your clit, an entirely different pace from the slow one he used to thrust you into the mattress.

"taehyung!" you tossed your head back, clawing at his skin as you tried your best to keep your moans in. Taehyung dove down to kiss your cleavage, licking a stripe between your breasts.

It took a few more times of his dick dragging into your g-spot before he had you cumming. You moaned into his shoulder, for a moment you believed you would pass out from what might have been the best orgasm you ever had. You definitely loved any sex with Taehyung, but slow and sensual always did it the best for you.

"can you hold out a lil longer baby?" he panted into your neck, continuing to move despite your sensitivity.

"yes..." you spoke, breathless as you grabbed into his hair, kissing his skin as he chased his high.

"ah f-fuck" he groaned, halting his movements as he spilled into you "god baby, i....fuck" Tae whimpered

you immediately pulled him closer to lay on your chest, "love you..."

"love you" he held your hand, both of you catching your breath from what just happened.

"that was really nice" his voice made you open your eyes, looking at him

"it was.." you couldn't help but smile as you watched him begin to pull out, you could feel his semen leaking between your legs. "maybe we should shower..." you giggled tiredly.

-

After you both cleaned up, you tossed on a new set of bra and underwear, getting back into the comfy bedsheets before he came out of the bathroom not too long after, a new pair of boxers around him.

"dont come into the bed with wet hair, you freak" you joke, watching him smile as he whips his head around like a dog, the water splattering all over the room.

"thanks..." you groan, sinking down further under the covers as he shuts the light off.

"you're so welcome" he climbed under the bedsheets and held you close to him, his gentle smooth skin brushing against yours. "today was really fun"

You smiled, holding him as well. "it was, thank you for everything...like seriously"

He gazed at you lovingly, his hand playing with your semi-damp hair. "you dont have to thank me, you know....I just"

wanna give you my world

"wanna make you happy"

You smiled, tracing his face with your fingers, "i already am"

"yeah?"

"mm" you leaned forward to kiss him, he still tasted like toothpaste after just brushing his teeth but you didnt care.

Once you fell asleep in his arms, he covered you both up more with the blanket as he kissed your temple, "my girl" he whispered, closing his eyes before drifting off.

-

The next morning

It was still raining, but that didnt stop taehyung from waking up early and heading out while you still laid in bed, sleeping peacfully.

He wanted to surprise you

Taehyung politely spoke to the florist, explaining what he wanted as she went to prepare the flowers for him. He smiled and leaned against the window, watching how the rain gathered in small puddles on the side of the street, car tires splashing into them.

"here you go Monsieur"

He turned to see the bouquet of purple and pink flowers, tied together beautifully with a teal ribbon

"ah! Merci!" he bowed his head, handing her the cash before he exited back to the hotel. He stopped in the lobby and found his way to the food court, which was rather full of business men and women eating breakfast. He smiled, passing by the tables until reaching the large pick and choose food area.

He knew you liked fruit, so he grabbed a Styrofoam container and began putting them into it.

that was your number one craving at the moment, strawberries, so he packed extra, along with a small bagel.

There was no occasion for his sudden desire to show you love, he just felt like it, and thought that maybe you had been dealing with some negative thoughts after seeing your behavior the day prior.

The goal wasnt to get you to talk to him, more so an act of saying "hey, im always here, love you" and shit.

He gathered everything up, including a hot tea, as he got into the elevator. He was nervous of dropping something, mentally praising that your room number wasnt far from where the elevator dropped off.

Placing the container and tea on the floor, he pulled out the key card and opened the door, quickly grabbing them again and walking in. A quick scan of his eyes traced the room to confirm you werent in the small kitchen area.

"whew.." he smiled, putting the flowers and food down onto the counter as he took his shoes off, hanging up his coat that was still wet from the rain.

"baby?" he whispered, walking over to the bedroom.

You werent in bed, and he frowned, looking around as to see where you might be.

"y/n?" he called out softly

When there was no response he frowned, finally walking more into the room and seeing that the bathroom light was on, door closed.

"ah..there you are" he nodded, deciding that he had time to go back out to the kitchen space and set up his little gifts.

He placed a note he wrote to you inside the flowers, opening the fruit up and placing them nicely together. He smiled knowing you would probably yell at him for going and doing this despite there being no occasion.

You hated when he made a fuss about silly things, but thats who taehyung was.

He eagerly sat down at the table and waited for you, anticipating the moment you walk out, however after about 15 minutes he began to get impatient.

Walking back into the room to see that you were still in the bathroom slightly concerned him, "hey..." he spoke up, knocking on the door. "baby? you okay? im back"

there was no response

"you in there?" he asked again, voice louder as he knocked once more. He placed his ear to the door and listened for any signs you were on the other side, a clearing of your throat confirming it for him.

"baby open the door why arent you answering me?" he smiled, "are you mad I left without telling you? I promise it was for a good reason, come on out my love...."

He heard slow shuffling and then heard the door unlock, allowing his access to enter.

He slowly opened the door, pushing on the handle to see you sitting on the floor, back against the tub. You were crying, face red and eyes swollen.

Taehyung quickly entered panic mod "w-whats wrong?" he kneeled in front of you, grabbing your hands as you sobbed, tears soaking your shirt. "y/n please! what happened!!"

You struggled to catch your breath as you closed your eyes, taehyung holding your face in his hands. "I need you to talk to me...please, breathe, explain whats happening so I can help!"

His nerves were growing quickly each moment you remained silent.

With a hiccup, you opened your eyes and spoke, voice trembling.

"i lost the baby..."

you managed to speak before beginning to sob again.

Taehyungs hands fell from your face, his expression changing as he went pale. "what...you what?" he whispered, eyes on you. It wasnt until then when you moved your legs that he noticed that your underwear had been stained with blood, and the towel on the side of the toilet was too.

"oh....oh baby" he whispered, immediately pulling you into his chest as he cried. He felt like he was no longer in his own body at this point, as if this wasn't happening and he was watching it from afar.

Bad things like this dont happen to people like you.

"oh im so sorry my love" he held you tightly as loud sobs wrecked your frame "oh....I dont know what to do, are you...are you sure? we dont know....?" his voice trembled heavily as he gained courage to look back at you

You shook your head, voice quiet, "I just know...I just know" you cried as you looked down to see the blood everywhere, Taehyung quickly pulling you back into his arms. "im so sorry, baby...oh my god im so fucking sorry honey" his hand cradled your head as he slightly swayed back and forth.

He felt helpless, completely defenseless as you sat there in his arms sobbing. What could he possibly do or say to save you from this? how do you go from being on top of the world to falling overnight? its not fair.

"i-i tried to call" you choked out, your hands trembling.

He feels like the worlds biggest fucking loser.

"ah....angel....I left my phone here didnt I? baby...." he cried, trying to hold you again but you pulled back, wincing as your back rested against the wall. "y/n im so sorry, I dont even know what to do..."

You closed your eyes, chest growing tight with grief. "I wanted it so badly" you whispered, "I wanted it.....i really did I promise" you cry

"I know you did baby, I know you did! I wanted it too y/n" he couldnt stand seeing you like this, knowing the amount of pain you were feeling made him physically ill.

"taehyung im sorry" you covered your face before wrapping your arms around yourself defensively, "I dont....I dont know what happened...I woke up and felt sick....I threw up and then started cramping, I thought I was fine but then I saw blood and it just...." you sobbed, banging your fist against the wall "fuck!"

"dont you dare apologize, this isnt your fault, you hear me?" he got close, grabbing your hand "this is not our fault."

"I wanted it" you repeat, hand rubbing over your stomach sadly, still not processing that this was over before it even started. "mommy is sorry...." you whisper

Taehyung feels his heart break into five million pieces, he swallows harshly and wipes his eyes. "you did everything right...I promise....sometimes these things happen, and God, i am so sorry my love, so, so, sorry...." he rubbed your leg.

"i was so excited....I was just accepting it and....its over...its not fair!!" you look at him desperately, knowing theres nothing neither of you can do.

"I know....hey, I know..." he soothed you, his own stomach churning at the sight in front of him. "I shouldnt have left....Im sorry baby" he cried, leaning forward to rest his head on your small bump, tears falling against your skin.

You both stayed like that for a while, taehyung sat up after a bit, red eyes looking at you as you sat, your expression was blank.

You stopped crying. you were absently looking at the wall.

"y/n" he whispered, hand holding your cheek to bring attention back to him

"hm?" your eyes slowly traced back, looking at taehyung.

"l-let me clean you up....get in bed and rest, okay?"

You dont respond, instead you let him carefully strip you from your clothing, watching as he cleaned you with wet towels. He was silently crying while doing so.

He figured you were too tired to get in the bath, so he used a few facecloths and wet wipes to make sure you were clean.

He grabbed a shirt and pants, helping you get dressed as you remained still like a doll.

There was nothing to say.

You lost your baby.

no amount of crying or screaming would return it to you.

Taehyung tossed the towels and dirty clothes aside, standing up and reaching down to help you up as well.

Your body shook as you did so, hands and legs trembling as he held you, whispering "I know....I know....." he kissed your forehead before carrying you out to the room, laying you on the bed. He then noticed the dried blood spot from earlier on the mattress.

He sighed and covered it with the pillows as you sat on the opposite side, blankets being brought up over your body.

He didnt know what to say, so he simply walked back into the bathroom to clean the floor.

He wanted to vomit, the grief struck into his chest was too much for him and as he wiped up blood and dirty laundry, he wept.

You laid in bed, body sore and head pounding. You couldnt sleep, so you didnt try. Your eyes just stayed looking up at the ceiling, silently asking God why this happened to you. You watched taehyung quietly walk out of the bathroom, he made his way to the kitchen without saying a word.

He tossed the laundry in a bin, stopping for a moment while he was alone, breathing shakily.

He looked over at the gifts he set up prior to the incident. The fruit was now turning rotten from being left out in the air. He blew his nose before going and throwing the container away.

The guilt in his chest will eat him alive for the rest of his life.

He should have been here.

Yeah, he may not have been able to stop it, but he couldve sat you through it....

instead, you sat alone and confused on the floor as it happened, trying to call him over and over again.

He exhaled as he grabbed his phone that sat on the counter since early this morning, opening the texts.

my love: hey....where r u? - 6:23am

he frowned, scrolling down

my love : baby please come home, where did u go? - 6:27am

One missed call from "My Love" - 6:30am

He teared up as he read them

My love: taehyung... something is wrong with the baby I think.. please hurry I dont feel good, im scared - 6:38am

He tossed down his phone and took a deep breath before peaking back to the bedroom, he slowly walked in and spoke

"are you okay?"

He knew it was a dumb question, obviously you weren't okay, and wont be for a long time.

You shrugged, watching him before he climbed into the bed beside you.

Your arms welcomed your boyfriend, pulling him closer as he laid his head in your chest. "are you in pain?"

You shook your head, too exhausted to use words.

"can I do anything?" he sniffed, looking at you sadly

You shook your head once more, unable to look down at his face, instead, focusing your eyes at the wall across the room.

Taehyung gave up, settling to just lay and hold and cry and comfort you for however long you needed.

His mind raced back to the night he held you in this exact way, when you admitted you were pregnant.

Same scared feeling, different emotions, different outcome.

What scared him the most is that he really, truly, doesn't know if they will bounce back after this.

Something so.....traumatic.

You missed out on so many adventures and its not fair. No gender reveal, no feeling the baby kicks, no painting the nursery, nothing.....no baby.

It was like you wheel of fortune had been blocked off, now you sat in the road with no ways to turn, no where to go, nothing to say.

How do people move on from this?

They dont.

a/n: sorry....

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@turnthepageandbeburnt @taebangtanbabe @borahaexoxo @lelefoodlover @tan-veee

[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.

[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.

[snowpetaly]

Feel free to use 🤍 credits are welcome

[studio-multi]

Characters #3

Setting: I Know What You Did Last Summer (TV Series)

1. Joshua + Jeonghan of SVT - twins, they count as one. Jeonghan is the life of the party, the pretty one that everyone is in love with and Shua is our shyer, more cynical twin that only the best people understand.

2. Kibum of SHINee - is the hot an v skeptical gay bestie of everyone but super close to Shua. That you “open mouth kiss and makeup”. I’m probably the only one who will get that reference 😅 sadly he dies first because he figured out one of the secrets.

3. Wooyoung of ATEEZ - our drug selling bestie, who is hopelessly in love with our manic pixie dream boy. He just might be the only one to make it out alive and know who the killers are.

4. Felix of SKZ - the manic pixie dream boy who is in love with Shua. He’s a little nerdy, he’s ethereal, he’s walking fucking poetry. But uhhh…is he a little dark? Is he our killer?

5. Taehyung of BTS - our obsessive little Capricorn rich boy, that needs constant love and attention from all of the friends in the group. Is in love with Jeonghan, but Jeonghan only keeps things causal between them.

[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?”

———————————

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.”

[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 !!!

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Baked with Love

Thank you to @chubbybubbyjoonie1 for this lovely prompt! I hope you enjoy! <3

Read it here or on AO3!

“Hey, did you see that a new bakery is opening downtown?” Taehyung asked as he got back from class. 

Jin and Jungkook both turned from where they making lunch in the kitchen. Jin, a lover of anything food related, said, “No, I didn't. Does it look nice?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I only saw the flyer. It says it’s a Seoul location for some popular bakery in Busan.” 

Jungkook looked up with newfound interest. “Pretty Minnie’s?” 

“Oh, yeah, you’ve heard of it?” 

“Heard of it? Pretty Minnie’s is the best place in Busan. We went there at least once a week when I was a kid. They had a location in my neighborhood,” Jungkook answered excitedly. 

Taehyung and Jin both seemed more intrigued by the alpha’s excitement. “I guess we will have to try it then. The grand opening is next weekend.”

—

“I promise, Appa, I got this,” Jimin said as he pulled on his apron. His father was on speakerphone for the third time that morning, ready to get on the next train from Busan to come help his son open their new location. 

The omega smoothed over his yellow apron, tying it around the front in a way that made him look even curvier than he already was. Jimin had donned his favorite black overalls with yellow and white daisies for his special day - the grand opening of his own location of the family bakery. 

Jimin had dreamed of this day since he was a young pup in his parent’s main bakery. He loved spending his days helping his father in the kitchen and serving customers with his mother - the namesake of the family business. 

“Ah, I know, Jimin-ah. You have been working your whole life for this, but I worry about you. It’s hard to be alone anywhere but especially in Seoul. You will handle the bakery just fine, I just don’t want you to be lonely, son,” his father explained, sounding a little choked up as he spoke. 

“Appa…” Jimin replied quietly, getting emotional himself. He knew his parents never meant to coddle him, they loved him and wanted the best for him. “I promise, I will tell you if I want you and Eomma to visit. I just want to do this part on my own, prove to myself that I can do it.” 

“Of course, you can do it, you’ve been doing it since you were sixteen. That was never in question,” his father said confidently, voice full of pride for his son. 

Jimin smiled brightly and picked up his phone to take it off speaker, holding it up to his ear instead. “Thank you, Appa. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jimin. Keep us updated throughout the day. I want to hear all about your wonderful grand opening.” 

After hanging up the phone and bolstering himself with the long-distance support of his parents, Jimin left his office to give the opening staff a pep talk before they unlocked the doors. He was shocked to see the line out front and felt a new wave of energy.

The first three hours of the day went by so fast, Jimin had no idea what time it was and how much they had sold, but it was undoubtedly a successful grand opening already. Between college students from Busan and families with kids drawn to the cute exterior, they well exceeded their expectations for the big move to Seoul. 

Just as Jimin was about to tap out for a break, the bell above the door rang once again. He turned to greet the new customers and let them know that one of his staff could take care of them when he stopped still, instantly overwhelmed by the group that just walked in. 

Six college students, clearly a mix of alphas and betas that seemed close enough to possibly be a pack. Jimin felt instantly attracted to them, something in their presence drawing him, but he forced himself to be professional and put on his customer service smile. 

“Hi, welcome to Pretty Minnie’s! My name is Jimin, what can I get for you?” 

Jimin almost shrunk under their heavy stares, all of them remaining silent for almost an uncomfortable amount of time. He decided to try breaking the ice a little more. “We have quite a few options so it can be overwhelming to choose. I can help you pick some out if you would like.” 

Jungkook stepped forward first, already having been the designated orderer since he was familiar with the bakery. “Um, I’m from Busan so I’ve actually been here before. Well, not here, but you know…yeah…”

Jimin nodded with an endeared smile, finding the alpha adorable in his nervous introduction. “Thank you for supporting us! What is your favorite? I’ll give you one on the house.” 

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. It’s your grand opening!” 

“I insist, especially if you all plan on buying something. Consider it a gift from me,” Jimin replied firmly, hoping that he wasn’t coming on too strong. 

Jungkook gave him a shy smile and said, “Okay, thank you. I love the red bean sweet buns.” 

Jimin grabbed one from the case and handed it over to the alpha. “Those are my favorite too!” 

“Let us buy one for you then,” Namjoon said, suddenly finding his voice and stepping up beside Jungkook at the counter. 

“Oh, um, wow, if you would really like to,” Jimin responded, cheeks filling with a pink blush. 

Namjoon insisted and the rest of the group placed their order. Jimin filled a pastry box with all of their selections, setting aside one sweet bun for himself. As he slid the box across the counter, he looked up to find all of them with their eyes on him. 

Clearing his throat slightly in hopes of hiding his interest, Jimin thanked them for visiting the bakery. “Thank you all so much for coming in and thank you for the bun. No one has ever done that for me before.” 

Taehyung stepped forward, making such direct eye contact that Jimin felt his knees get a little weak. “You deserve much more than a sweet bun. We will have to come back again.” 

Jimin knew that his blush returned ten-fold, never having been so directly flirted with by an alpha like this. He ducked his head slightly, lips forming a soft smile. “I hope to see you soon.” 

Before the group could say anything else, Jimin’s attention was called by one of his staff members. He gave them a parting wave and turned away from the counter. They all watched him until the woman at the counter called for the next customer. 

The walk back to their apartment was a quiet one, full of processing thoughts, but the second Yoongi opened the door and everyone got inside, all the emotions burst forward. 

“Oh my God, he was adorable!” 

“Did you see his cheeks? They looked softer than the mochi in the case!” 

“He looked so cute in those overalls.”

“I was looking at a different set of cheeks, honestly.” 

“Yoongi!” Jin scolded as he smacked the beta’s arm, although he was trying to hold back his laughter. Even if Jin wasn’t so crass himself, he also wasn’t going to disagree. 

“What? We are all thinking it. He was curvy as hell,” Yoongi said, shrugging off Jin’s response. He smirked and continued, “Also, don’t come at me. What about Tae with that whole ‘you deserve more’ shtick?” 

Taehyung laughed and waved him off. “I was just speaking my truth. Joonie is the one who bought him something. A little courting jumpstart, o alpha, my alpha?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to focus on the pastry box in front of him. “I was returning his nice gesture, that’s all.” 

“Mhmm, sure, definitely wasn’t your alpha wanting to provide for him,” Taehyung quipped, enjoying the light atmosphere in the room. It was rare for all of them to be on the same page about something like this so it seemed obvious that they would pursue the sweet omega. 

Hoseok grabbed his selection from the box and took a bite. “Wow, I’ll keep going back no matter who works there. This is incredible.” 

The next few moments passed in silence while all six of them enjoyed their pastries. Making quiet sounds of enjoyment, the baked goods were gone in minutes and they all shared knowing looks. 

“Well, damn, I guess we have to go back to the bakery again,” Yoongi announced, making his way out of the room with the other’s laughs trailing behind him. 

—

Two weeks after the opening, Jimin felt over the moon. The bakery was thriving, his parents were proud of him, and he finally had his entire apartment unpacked. All he wanted now was to see that pack of handsome men walk back through his door. 

They apparently had returned two times since the grand opening, but Jimin missed them both times. The first time was a few days later while he was back in his office on the phone with an ingredient vendor. The second time was during his parent’s visit to Seoul; he was with them at his apartment above the bakery while his trusted staff ran the morning shift. 

It would be more than welcome to have a visit from them today as Jimin was by far, having his worst day in Seoul yet. 

Jimin knew that his style wasn’t for everyone. He dressed more like a kindergarten teacher than anything else, his patterned overalls and thick-rimmed glasses being his favorite things to wear. 

On top of his fashion sense, Jimin was also aware that he was considered plus-size. His wide hips and plump ass filled out his overalls quite nicely. He was the child of bakers and a baker himself, of course, he was on the softer, curvier side. 

What Jimin was not aware of was the fact that people were much freer with their words in Seoul than back home in Busan. He tried not to let the comments get to him, but some people were blatantly rude. 

Some alphas mentioned that he must taste-test all of his work while older omegas directly addressed his size - telling him that he would never find a pack if he was already ‘letting himself go’ so young. There was even a specific group of women who came in and gave him a business card for their gym every time he was at the counter. 

Usually, Jimin could shrug it off. ‘Never trust a skinny baker’ became his catchphrase and certain people were simply ignored, letting his staff handle them while he found another place to keep himself busy. 

That morning, however, was just a bad start to his day. 

The first round of sweet buns somehow ended up in the oven without a timer and burnt to the point of being inedible. One of his favorite coffee mugs slipped off the counter and shattered across the floor. He had to send an employee down to the grocery store for butter because their shipment was late. 

Then, his bad day became terrible. He was at the counter alone - one employee at the store, one back in the kitchen, and one on break - when an absolute wretch of a woman came in. 

There were two other customers in the bakery eating at the window counter and one at the case that she completely breezed by, cutting them in line. She ignored Jimin’s greeting and his offer for assistance while she stared at the case in disdain. 

Without even a simple hello, the woman looked him up and down and said, “I guess the bakery must be pretty good if the baker is fat, right?”

Jimin stared at her in shock. He knew the implication behind his words whenever he mentioned the skinny baker thing, but this woman had straight-up called him fat to his face.

Considering himself strong-willed, Jimin was surprised to find himself a bit teary-eyed from her words. It was likely the already-stressful morning burdening him and his impending pre-heat, but the words cut him like a knife. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Jimin said firmly, trying to limit the scene from developing or making the other customers uncomfortable. 

She glared at him, unmoving from her spot at the counter with her arms crossed. “You are denying me service for speaking the truth. Some business model you have here.” 

Jimin straightened his posture and took a deep breath, pushing down the insecurities that she had unearthed from somewhere he hadn’t even known. “Yes, I am denying you service. Even though you are a customer, that does not give you the right to disrespect me or my business. I am politely asking you to leave, ma’am.” 

In an attempt to break his composure, the woman stared him down for another tense moment before dramatically spinning on her heel and stomping out. Jimin watched her leave, ensuring the door fully shut behind her. He then took quick steps to the kitchen door, not even acknowledging his other customers and asking the staff member in the kitchen to take over. 

As he sought refuge in his office to process what just happened and probably call his mom, Jimin had not noticed that a few more customers had entered the bakery to view the intense exchange. 

Hoseok and Jin had stepped inside, excited to see the omega only to be met with the horrible woman and Jimin’s strong reserve. They watched and waited, hoping to comfort him and leaving once he disappeared into the back - heading home to inform the rest of what had happened. 

—

A few days later, all six decided to visit the bakery together on their free afternoon. The bell over the door greeted them instead of a lovely, welcoming voice as the counter was empty. Jungkook looked around the corner, trying to see if anyone was around but found no one. 

“I’ll be there in just a moment!” the omega’s voice called out from his office. 

They smiled and decided to look over the selection in the pastry case while they waited. It was barely a minute before Jimin came quickly toward the counter, covering his mouth with one hand. 

After chewing and swallowing, Jimin smiled and said, “I’m so sorry for the wait! I knew I should’ve just taken my lunch out here.” 

Jin and Yoongi both frowned, not liking the implication that the omega was skipping his breaks. The betas already felt protective over him just from their limited interactions. 

“Well, we’re sorry for interrupting,” Namjoon responded, trying to comfort the omega. 

“Don’t be silly! I’m happy to have such nice customers,” Jimin said as he looked down to make sure he didn’t drop any food on his shirt. He realized that he had one overall strap undone and he had forgotten his apron. “Oh goodness, I am a mess today. I will be right back.” 

They all watched him speed off to the office while clipping his strap back together. His overalls were lavender with white polka dots and a little more form-fitting than others they had seen him wear. Without the apron covering most of his body, they were able to appreciate his curvy waist and plump thighs. 

“God, he’s so adorable. We need to ask him out already,” Hoseok whispered as they all had their eyes on the office entrance instead of the baked goods. 

Jimin returned with his apron tied neatly around his waist, looking calmer and put together instead of rushed as before. “Okay, thank you so much for waiting. What can I get for you?” 

After giving their order, Jin and Hoseok were torn on addressing the moment they witnessed earlier in the week. They wanted to show their support and try to dispel some of the omega’s potential worries that lingered from the interaction. 

“Um, Jimin?” Jin asked, realizing it was the first time he had addressed him by his name directly. 

The omega looked a little startled, pausing his motions of putting their box together. “Yes?” 

“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry about what happened with that woman this week. I know it isn’t my place to apologize, but no one should ever speak to you that way. I think you did the right thing by kicking her out; it was very respectable,” Jin explained. 

Jimin’s face paled, trying to stop his eyes from widening and tearing up. His omega was begging him to get out of there as he felt pure embarrassment at them witnessing that conversation. It never really hit him before that moment, but now something in him shifted at knowing they had heard someone call him fat. 

Although Jimin didn’t consider himself to be fat per se or fat to be a bad thing in general, his thoughts were spiraling as his brain was screaming that this pack he daydreamed about probably had no interest in someone like him, especially after hearing someone speak about him in that way.

Trying to ignore those feelings, Jimin attempted a smile and stuttered, “I…uh, thank you. I didn’t realize you were here to see that.” 

They all sensed the omega’s switch in demeanor and immediately wanted to comfort him or possibly scold Jin for bringing it up. Rather than his typical drawn-out packing of the box with light conversation, Jimin made quick work of gathering their chosen baked goods and ringing them up on the register. 

Suddenly, Taehyung made a decision and spoke up. “Jimin, would you like to have dinner with us tonight?”

Jimin’s head snapped up, owl-eyed with surprise as if he never expected that to be a possible question from them. He considered turning it down purely out of his own insecurity before he decided to accept. Even if it was out of pity for witnessing what Jimin saw as humiliating, the omega was grateful for their kindness.

“Oh…um, yeah…yes, I would love that.” 

—

After their dinner together, the pack knew they could never let Jimin go. The courting started immediately and the omega was blown away. Even though this group courting him was in college, they all clearly were mature and secure both financially and emotionally. 

His parents were thrilled, happy to hear that the bakery was thriving and Jimin was not alone up in the big city. He was spending his evenings at their shared house and at least one or two of them would visit the bakery throughout the day, even offering to help behind the counter. 

The courting process also taught Jimin a few things.

Pack relationships were more beautiful and loving than he had ever expected after coming from a single couple home. 

Jimin very much enjoyed being spoiled, constantly receiving gifts of all sizes from all six pack members. 

And most importantly for him, they fully supported his aspirations to be an omega business owner and had no intention of limiting him once they mated. 

Something else Jimin realized that went hand-in-hand with spoiling him was their encouragement and dedication to keeping him well-fed. Jin and Yoongi were wonderful cooks, always bringing him prepared lunches and serving him healthy portions. 

All of them had jumped behind the counter at the bakery to help in different ways. Jin and Yoongi learned house recipes and helped Jimin prepare batches for the oven. Taehyung and Hoseok were fantastic with customers, willing to serve tables and fulfill orders. Namjoon could man the register with ease and Jungkook was able to do a bit of everything.

No matter what position they were filling at the bakery, all of them would make excuses to feed Jimin throughout the day. Under the guise of taste-testing or ‘sharing’ the baked goods with him, the omega quickly realized that he was eating much more of his products than ever before. 

As they were the ones initiating and the never-ending praise Jimin received from them, the omega couldn’t bring himself to worry about the effects of his indulgence because he was not naive to it. He caught on pretty quickly to them making excuses to give him bites at the bakery or the extra spoonful in his portion of dinner. 

Jimin felt the effects after the first few months of courting. He had always been on the curvier side, but he was definitely filling out more and more as time went on. 

His overalls which had fit the same for years started to get tighter on his hips, hugging his body and highlighting the new softness on his frame. His cute, little tummy being constantly filled with sweet treats had started to become rounder, taking up more space and pushing out against his clothes to the point of needing to extend his straps. 

With the way his new pack took any chance to have their hands on him, Jimin found that his confidence and appreciation for his body actually grew in tandem. Between his strong composure and the new scents he wore like perfume, those comments from rude customers were things of the past. 

Their months-long courtship came to an end and Jimin accepted their mating proposal - all of it lining up perfectly with the pack’s graduation. They planned to move in together and mate within the next year.

All of the excitement fulfilled Jimin’s desires and he had to admit that he had never been happier - a successful business from his own hard work and a pack of six incredible future mates. 

However, there was one thing that nearly brought him to tears, admittedly a bit dramatic but still painful. Jimin outgrew his beloved pair of black, daisy-print overalls.

He had been getting ready for his opening shift one morning, having slept at his own apartment the night before. Jimin grabbed them off the hanger and noticed the resistance as he tried to pull them over his thighs and hips. Once he managed to wiggle them up his waist, even unbuttoning the two extenders on the side didn’t help them sit comfortably on his body. 

Jimin was already running behind so he threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie he had stolen from Namjoon, feeling wrong to be entering his bakery without a pair of overalls on. He tried his best to tamp down his distress knowing that Jin and Taehyung would both be in that morning to help him open. 

Due to his already heightened emotions, Jimin finally let the tears fall when he put on his apron. He always tied it around the front, making a lovely little bow that sat on his middle, but this morning, the ties on his favorite yellow apron didn’t have enough give to be tied when he wrapped them around front. 

Jimin’s brain tried to offer him some excuses like his upcoming pre-heat causing bloating and the thickness of the hoodie he was wearing compared to his normal clothes, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The apron faced the same fate as his overalls due to his growing figure. 

And, in any other moment, Jimin would have found the apron realization endearing - a physical representation of how well his pack loved him. However, outgrowing his overalls hurt as they had become almost an armor in a sense, a part of who he was and a connection to the success of his bakery. They were also a gift from his mother, one of the first patterned pairs that he treasured. 

Jin and Taehyung nearly sprinted inside once they caught the bitter, burnt smell after opening the back door. They both became concerned that Jimin was sick considering his dressed-down outfit and disheveled state. 

“Jimin! What’s wrong, baby?” Jin called out as he entered the kitchen, Taehyung a few steps behind him. 

Jimin hiccuped and tried to stifle his sobs, allowing both of them to wrap him in a tight embrace. He was instantly comforted by their scents and gentle touch, an oddly familiar sense of embarrassment now that he was preparing to explain the reason behind his tears. 

“I…uh…” Jimin started before letting out a wet laugh, toeing the line of self-deprecating. “Sorry, I’m being ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Talk to us, what’s going on?” Taehyung replied, refusing to let go of the omega until he had answers. 

Between his quiet tone and his face tucked up against Jin’s broad shoulder, Jimin’s words were mumbled. Jin and Taehyung both asked him to repeat what he had said, still slightly tensed with the expectation of something horrible. 

Jimin pulled away with a pout on his face, bottom lip almost quivering. “My favorite overalls don’t fit anymore.” 

Jin kissed his forehead, continuing his gentle massage on the omega’s back. “Oh, Min, I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung really tried his best, but he could not hide his smirk from knowing they were the reason their omega had filled out so nicely. Although, the alpha was aware that Jimin truly loved his adorable wardrobe and instantly put that in his pocket for later. 

“Why don’t Jinnie and I go get started in the kitchen while you head back upstairs and change? It will make you feel better, babe,” Taehyung offered, trying to sound light and encouraging. 

Jimin thought it over and nodded, removing his apron and handing over the day’s menu so they could get prepped. Jin collected the ingredients they needed while Taehyung texted the group chat about the tense morning. 

The mood had completely shifted when Jimin returned from changing. He had picked a simple pair of regular denim overalls that did fit but were reaching the same fate as his other pair. The omega looked perfectly content though as if just simply wearing his preferred clothing was all he needed to feel better. 

—

A month after that harrowing morning marked one year since they started courting Jimin and it was the day they had all been awaiting. They were moving into their shared home, albeit, a little stressful for Jimin who had entered pre-heat a few nights prior and would be in heat two weeks from now. 

His pre-heat was a nice incentive to move quickly since Jimin was desperate to pull the others into a comfortable nest with him. Thankfully, the tears had been a one-time thing as the omega explained it wasn’t his confidence or body image that was affected, it was truly the loss of his favorite outfit.

Jimin was in the living room helping Hoseok and Jungkook hang up pictures when the others joined them. Taehyung was holding a pretty large gift bag out toward him with a wide smile which Jimin accepted with a confused expression. 

“What’s this?” 

“Just a little housewarming gift from us. We have all been living together for a while so it felt right,” Taehyung explained, clearly excited to see the omega’s reaction. 

Jimin was endeared by their sweet gesture and placed the bag on the coffee table to start opening it. Once he removed the tissue paper, he gasped and looked up at them with teary eyes. “Oh my god! I love you all so much!” 

Holding them up in front of him, Jimin looked at a brand new pair of black overalls that perfectly matched the pattern of his old ones - bigger than the originals, big enough for more room to grow. 

Excitedly digging through the bag, Jimin found three more pairs of adorable overalls with pastel colors and pretty patterns that were appropriately sized for him now. He looked up at all of them with a wide eye smile and crossed the room to throw his arms around Taehyung first. 

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered quietly into the alpha’s ear, falling in love with them all a little more each time they make him feel so cherished. He spread his love throughout the room, ending up doing a little fashion show once Namjoon suggested it. 

They watched him change without a second thought in the middle of their living room, giving the pack a lovely showing of the omega’s velvety curves and rolls. Even though the new overalls were sized-up, Jimin’s round backside and plump belly were still on display for their viewing pleasure. 

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to Jimin was the fact that he purchased a few more pairs than just the ones gifted that day. Realizing how important those black overalls were to their omega and how significant his appetite was, the pack determined that buying a pair of the next sizes up was necessary. 

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to the entire pack was the fact that he also found maternity overalls in the same pattern and he may have added a few of those to the cart as well. Call it wishful thinking, but he saw pups in their future and even if there weren’t, Jimin’s belly was on its way to warranting the extra support anyway.