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sereineity · 4 years ago

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how many more sleepless nights?

genre: nonidol!au, ANGST, slight fluff

summary: a year is a long time, isn’t it? you’ve spent yours stuck in an eternal, monochrome winter. a surprise encounter derails all of your plans: feelings fade… or do they, really?

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, terrible terrible angst (im sorry!), heartbreak, implied smut, angsty flashbacks :(

a/n: hi everyone! this is my very first fic on tumblr and i really hope you enjoy! please listen to spring day and scenery to really get into the feels - i hope you lose yourself in this little slice of a seoul winter :’) also i do have a storyline planned if you enjoy this little piece and could potentially even make this a series aah! please leave comments and constructive criticism - i’d love to grow as a writer! (@chateautae i finally did it!!!!!!)

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09:17am, december 17, 2020

It’s been a year since you last saw him. A year of emptiness, hollowness, blankness. A year since you turned your back, leaving without a goodbye. It’s been a year since you’ve walked out his front door, the same one that you’d find yourself visiting and revisiting when you knew he wasn’t home.

It’s been a year since you last felt some semblance of happiness, a year since you’ve let out a genuine laugh, smiled from cheek-to-cheek. It’s been a year devoid of warmth: you shivered under the embrace of the summer sun, no longer noticed the blooming flowers that you had once loved so much. The world lost all its color. Fading into a bleak grayscale so far away, unreachable. No longer did you walk with a spring in your step, no longer did your eyes glimmer with galaxies that you’d once built with him. You were empty, a ship lost in the depths of the dark oceans. Floating, barely surviving, with no set destination. All you saw were never-ending, infinite oceans in all directions. No escape, no lighthouse. Just you. Alone. Pointless.

Your heart aches for him, the echo of a honeyed baritone, the ghost of his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s for the best, you had thought. It’s for the best.

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts out of your mind. There was too much, too many feelings, pent-up emotions. You weren’t a woman of emotions, never were, swore to never be, until you had met him. And he had changed everything.

Stop. This is getting ridiculous.

You needed to get on with your life, you think. There are too many things to think about, so many better thoughts requiring your attention. What were you doing, wasting your energy on him? It was time, you had decided, to end things once and for all.

The ticket machine snaps you out of your reverie, demanding it get paid. How much did the trip cost? You’ve forced yourself to forget, holed up all the memories too far into the shadows of your mind in your sheer desperation to evade the pain. You slot in a W10,000 bill, way too much, but better than having to remember. The machine happily eats up the cash, returning your card and sending you on your way.

You navigate the platforms, seeing the brightly-lit signs: Incheon line, Suin line, Bundang line. Then you see it, Platform 6, Gyeongwon line. South-bound to Soyosan, stopping at Iryeong. Your heart thumps, stomach twists, and you feel like throwing up. How many times had you once ascended these very steps with him, hand-in-hand, smiling to one another? How many times had you raced up these stairs, trying to get to the platform first? It’s too much, and you want to run. Run away from this place, from the thoughts and feelings.

No. You need this.

The winter air roughly brushes against your cheeks, hurrying you along.

What are you so afraid of?

Everything, you think. Everything. You’ve bound your heart in chains and locks, plastered it with thousands of bandages, one on top of the other. You’ve holed it away, willed it out of existence. You’re afraid of the memories, the emotions. You’re afraid of yourself.

Go. Just go. Get it over with.

You force your feet to move, one after another. You don’t think, you just move. Move onto the platform, move onto the train. You don’t realize that you’ve boarded the machine until you hear an all-too-familiar voice on the loudspeaker.

“This is the Special Rapid Train, on the Gyeongwon line, headed for Sosoyan. We will be stopping at Seokgye, Wolgye, Dobong and Iryeong. Please stay clear of the sliding doors!”

You vaguely see the blinking of lights and hear the shutting of the doors. The train picks up speed, clicking against the railroads. You are blank, a passenger on an endless journey. You sway when the train sways, stop when it stops. You don’t know how many stops have passed, having lost yourself in the familiar nothingness that had hollowed you out for the past year, until the speakers announce something about the next station being Dobong. You’re near, you realize. Too near.

Too soon does the train halt, birthing out and collecting new passengers as seats empty and taken once more in a matter of seconds. You watch this interchange with a bitter smile: how quickly he must have replaced you after you’d left, how he must’ve taken in another in your place.

Stop it.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t notice the closing of the doors and the blinking of the lights until you hear the loud system once more as the train starts to accelerate.

“Iryeong, Iryeong. Our next stop is Iryeong, please get off on the right side of the train.”

You are left suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings, watching as snow paints the ground white. The houses blur into trees and back into villages as you stare out the window, and you start to remember. You remember your hands intertwined, dancing in the snow, the click of a camera as the melodies of your laughs twirling in the air. You remember the snugness of his embrace, his earthy cologne, his smile, his lips pressed against yours…

Stop.

You tear your gaze away from the glass, staring down at your gloved hands fiddling in your lap. It’s been a year. It’s laughable how much and how little has changed. You’re different, yes, but yet so painfully similar to the girl who ran away. It’s funny how much of a difference, or lack thereof, a year can make, you think. It’s certainly been hard on you, and you find yourself wondering about him, about how maybe the year has changed him, how he’s doing, if he’s eating well, if…

Stop.

You’re hopeless, aren’t you?

You sigh and shut your eyes. You’re going crazy. Or maybe you’ve always been crazy. Your thoughts are feverish, a maelstrom in your mind. Involuntarily, you notice your feet rapidly tapping the metal bar to your side, vibrating against the pole. You feel the ghost of a touch on your thigh, hear the empty shell of his words, breathe, Y/N, breathe. What’s got you all worked up? And for a moment, just a moment, you feel his presence to your side, capture the warmth radiating off of his figure, and smile. Because it’s all okay when he’s here.

But he’s not.

You decide to focus on the sound of the railroads, staring down at the speckled floor of the train as the carriage undulates gently, side to side. You ride along, the train’s movements easing your own and you begin to lose yourself once again in the clacks of the rails, mind going blank, until you start to notice the slowing of the sounds. The train’s dance comes to a slow, inviting people to start getting up and shuffle towards the doors. Your heart sinks to your stomach. Not yet, not yet. It can’t be. It’s too soon.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, confirming your worst fears. “Arriving at Iryeong, please stay clear of the doors and exit on the right side of the train.”

Your legs move on their own accord, pulling you to a standing position as you grip the metal post with your life. The train continues to slow, eventually, painstakingly coming to a halt. You wish it never will, that it will continue on with its journey ahead. But it’s too late. The doors slide open, the sounds of the outside world whistle for you, calling you, urging you out of the comfort of the train. You don’t dare move, standing still as passengers trickle out, as the flashing lights start to appear, as the minute at the station starts to come to an end. The doors are closing in five. Four.

You twitch.

Three. Two.

“Wait!”

You rush out the doors, barely escaping the iron clasp of the metals that would’ve devoured you had you been a second too late. Behind you, the steel hisses as the vehicle exits the station, leaving you alone. So utterly alone.

You’re blessed with a moment of solitude, feeling nothing but the cold air chilling your face, until you realize where you are and why you’re here.

The bliss of being alone rapidly evaporates, and you’re hit with a speeding truck. The memories flood in; you’re winded, gasping for breath as you’re stormed with images, short clips of him, you, the pair of you. His smile, his laugh, his cheeks, eyes, nose. His breath tickling yours before he leans in for a kiss, his gentle, large hands cupping your face as you close your eyes…

Stop. Get a fucking grip, will you?

You force the color out of your mind as you make your way around the platform, empty now that everyone has gone. Your eyes graze against the pathetic, run-down station: the signs are only partially lit, the electricity having worn out. Your fingers run against the peeling, dirtied paint of the walls, dust bunnies catching onto your gloves. You scoff. This is pathetic. The floor is littered with plastics and old soda bottles, as if nobody’s been here to clean in too long. Graffiti smiles sadly back at you as you scan the fading walls, losing their life by the second. The bricks have faded into a musty brown, drab and uninteresting. Everything is so run down, so tired. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way to the minimart to your right, wanting a beverage to help warm your insides up.

The doors slide open with a gentle clink, altering the store of your presence. The cashier at the counter looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, barely acknowledging you, before returning to the drama playing on his cracked phone. The shelves are well-stocked, however, in stark contrast to the beaten-down appearance of this whole ordeal. You glide along the aisles, and everything is the same. Your favorite tea is still on the same shelf as it was all those months ago, his favorite gimbap in the bottom left corner of the chiller. Beef and sesame, he’d get, while you’d get a tuna for yourself, clinking your drinks and hearing the hiss of his cola opening, laughing as you made a mess of yourselves, two young fools madly in love. You’d talk, drink, eat for hours, whispering, dreaming and wishing, wondering what was going to come in the future, what you’d name your first puppy, whether you wanted a girl or a boy for your first child. Never would you have ever imagined that it would all end this way.

Stop it.

You grab your bottle of tea violently, almost knocking it over in your hurry to leave. You could no longer stay, not here, suffocating in your memories of him. You erased the gimbap out of your vision, ignoring it as you made your way to the counter, paying for your drink as the half-hearted employee handed you with your change. You mutter a thank you, unsure if he had even heard, and mindlessly make your way out of the store, too focused on keeping someone out of your head. You nearly bang into the glass doors in your haste, looking down and walking as fast as you can. Until your heart stops, that is.

You don’t dare look up, not now. The whole world slows to a stand-still, your gaze sharpening on nothing. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest, your lungs stop working. Electricity charges through the air and you’re left reeling, not knowing what to do.

Slowly, painfully, your neck raises, muscles straining with all their might. You already know what you’re going to see, who you’re going to see, but the sight of him still shocks you all the same. You nearly spill your drink all over yourself when you finally look up, and your brain goes into overdrive. You’re sure that your mouth is hanging open, jaw slack, but you can’t do anything about it. Your knees buckle, you can’t breathe, suffocating, wanting the ground to swallow you up at this very moment. You want to fall, tumble into an eternal tunnel. You are dizzy, light-headed, going crazy, you swear. You’re going crazy, aren’t you? This can’t be real, can it?

You can’t believe it. You’re drowning, drowning in those chocolate eyes, sinking into his pupils, losing yourself in his gorgeous features. You drink him all in, his own face mirroring yours, in no doubt absolute shock or maybe even despair, his deadly stare making your breath hitch as it once did so long ago. He’d never lost his power over you, after all. The world is suspended around you, all operations ceased as you both continue to stare into each other’s eyes, the tension so palpable that it threatens to devour you whole. Your larynx seems to be glued shut, your tongue a stone in your mouth. There are no words, no way to express this feeling that washes over you upon seeing him again.

“Y/N…”

His voice. Your ears ring with his deep baritone, honey to your ears. You can’t help it: you quite literally swoon, despite the circumstances. His voice: it ignites a fire within you, warm tendrils of heat rising up from your stomach. Vibrations send throughout your core, making you lightheaded and sure that you’re about to fall. You remember his timber next to you in the dead of light, comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe, it’s okay, you’re here with me.

You hug your arms around yourself, trying to keep it all in, retain the strange feeling that was now foreign to you after months of cold. It’s been too long, after all - you’ve gone too long deprived of this humanness, comfort that radiated off of him.

Things are different now, Y/N.

Yes, they are. Your mind goes berserk once more, considering all of the scenarios. Why is he here? He probably just needs to go to the minimart - no, why would he come all this way, he lives pretty far as well, or maybe he’s waiting on a friend, no, maybe he’s brought a new girlfriend, maybe she’s with him right now waiting to jump out of the shadows. Maybe they’re both exchanging looks right now when I’m not looking, laughing, taunting me, this girl from the past who doesn’t deserve to be here, maybe they all think I’m a joke now, what am I doing, why, why, why?

You’re so lost in your thoughts that when Taehyung addresses you once more, you’re violently jolted out of your mind and nearly fall backwards, body forgetting everything but the sound of his voice.

“Y/N…” he says again, forcing you to look up at him. Your name splinters through the air from his lips, cutting through the frost and straight into your chest; you notice now that his voice seems tired, that he seems tired.

You finally regain some semblance of control over your frozen tongue, lips moving in an attempt to emit a sound, any sound. Your lips wrap around the sole syllable that comes to you like muscle memory, the only one that you manage to choke out.

“T-Tae…”

Your voice cracks, unable to continue. The prolonged eye-contact has got you weak, his pupils boring into your soul. You look into his eyes, reciprocating, and you notice that maybe they’ve lost their golden sheen, that they no longer twinkle with constellations of stars. And it’s then that you realize: maybe the year has taken a toll on him too.

Look at what you’ve done to him.

“T-Tae, I, I, I…” you sputter out, guilt flooding your system like a drug. There was nothing you could say, nothing you could tell him to cheat yourself out of the situation or paint yourself in a better light like you’re so used to doing. You’re not used to feeling this powerless, this weak. Taehyung was the only one who saw through the facade, the only one who allowed you to feel vulnerable. You couldn’t lie to him, you knew you couldn’t; there was no wheedling, no bullshitting, no lying yourself out of any sticky situation, which had caused you this whole trouble in the first place. You ran because you were too much of a coward to talk to him, to confide in him. And look where that’s gotten you.

“Why are you here?” he asks, burying his head in his hands. “Y/N, why are you here?”

Why am I here? You don’t really know as well, there’s nothing that you can say to him. Why am I here? To get over him? How are you even going to tell him? He has to think that you’re over him, that it’s done. Stop torturing yourself, and stop dragging him through this mess of your life. Tell him that it’s done.

“I… I came because…”

Y/N, say something?

“I came because I… I was looking for you.”

What the fuck?

His head snaps up, his piercing stare catching your gaze once again. “You were looking for me?”

You feel your heart stop.

“Umm… well, I mean, no, but, no, well actually if I think about it now, yeah, yeah I was looking for you,” you stammer, unable to produce a single cohesive line of thought. “I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that it’s over.”

Your own words are like a dagger twisting into your own heart and vaguely hear a choked sound breaking the awful, awful silence. Until you realize that it’s come from your own mouth, a sob that you hadn’t even realized that you were holding in.

A moment of charged silence goes by, yet louder than any noise that either of you could’ve let out. Never in your life has silence felt so utterly deafening, and you wish to cover your ears and scream it all out.

“You’re telling me this now?” Taehyung manages, features distorted in pain. “You’re telling me this now, a whole fucking year after you walk out the door without a single word to me?”

You look down at the ground, hating, blaming your traitorous mouth for saying something that you hadn’t fully thought through.

No, Y/N. You have to stop bringing everyone down.

You’ve lost all rational thought when you say, “yes, Taehyung. Yes. I had nothing to say to you then and nothing to say to you now. It’s done and it’s over.”

You couldn’t even say sorry?

The frosty wind brushes over the pair of you, causing you to shiver in your boots. You want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear, pretend that this never happened, that this was all a bad dream.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a security guard watching the whole exchanged with piqued interest. It’s none of your fucking business, you want to scream. It’s none of your fucking business. And yet you’re so humiliated, embarrassed at this whole mess that you’ve made of not only yourself but the situation in its entirety that you cannot muster up any words to merely defend yourself. You want to cry, sob, yell, scream.

“Fine, Y/N, it’s okay. You know what? It’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation, you don’t owe me anything, not an apology, not a reason, not your love. It’s okay. It’s fine. Maybe you never loved me, saw me in the same way. Maybe I just assumed, maybe it was wrong of me to assume. Maybe I was too optimistic, too in love with you that I had forced myself to believe the story that I had made up in my head, that you were in love with me too. Maybe I had wanted it, wanted you so bad that I had made myself believe it. Made myself believe that you were in love with me.”

Your heart instinctually reaches out to him, drumming feverishly against your fragile ribcage. No, you want to scream. No, Taehyung, you couldn’t be more fucking wrong. He doesn’t know the way your heart beats for him in the dead of night, how the mere thought of him sends shivers down your spine, how every cell in your body, every thread of your being aches, yearns for his presence with every hour, every minute, every second.

You feel your heart breaking, splintering into thousands, millions of tiny little fragments raining down like shards of glass. It hurts, it hurts like hell.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t force yourself into anything. There’s no need to anymore. There’s no more need to lie, no more need to pretend that you’re happy.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

It’s not the truth, you want to cry. It’s not. It’s the farthest from it. But you return his look, tight-lipped. You nod, despite the swell of emotions that are threatening to cut you in half at this very moment.

“You’re welcome.”

He reciprocates your nod and slowly, painfully, tears his eyes from yours. He stands up, gingerly, as if hesitating, and you want to tell him to stop, to sit back down, that you’re lying to him, that you want him, that you want him more than anything in this world. But you don’t, and he continues onto his feet, sparing you one last gaze.

“At least I get to say goodbye,” he says, wistfully. “At least I now have the chance to say goodbye.”

You’re sure that tears are streaming down your face at this point, little trails of ice making their way down your blushed cheeks. Your lips are tight, and you cannot, for the life of you, return his look.

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, you know he’s here, the familiar hold of his arms, your face finding itself nestled on the same spot on his chest, right above his heart. You feel it beat, gently, slowly, under your ear, a comforting rhythm that you’ve too often fallen asleep to, whispered to. Your arms instinctually wrap around his waist, and his head settles on the crook of your neck, the curve of his nose gently kissing your delicate skin. His warmth radiates from under his coat, and you soak it all in, collecting as much as you can. You are two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit, and you will this moment into eternity, searing it into your memory, wishing for the world to stop, stop right now and leave you in this moment forever. You’ve been lost, wandering, and have finally come home.

But forever doesn’t exist.

You’re struck with a blast of cold at his loss, feeling horribly empty. He steps away from you, and you’re almost certain that you see moisture in his eyes, tears threatening to break free. Every fiber of your being yearns for him, you want to reach out to him, extend the hug, shower him in kisses, make up and forget that this all even happened, but you’re too prideful. You can’t let yourself do this.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

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11:42am, March 12 2021

[taehyung]

I miss you.

I miss you as the seasons come and go, I miss you as I watch the world going to shit, losing all hope. I miss you when the wind blows, taking me along like a pointless man, destined for nowhere. I’ll miss you eternally; I’ll miss you when all the ice melts into the ocean, I’ll miss you when everything’s finally disappeared and there’s utter nothing left for me.

I miss you in the brightest mornings and the darkest nights, when the sun comes out to play and the rain starts pelting down like there’s no tomorrow. I’ll miss you in the loneliest winters and the blooming springs.

Everything reminds me of you. I am stuck in this eternal frost without you here; your loss has trapped me into this winter forever. I am slowly losing feel of my limbs as they succumb to the cold around me - everything has frozen into place, trapping me into the confines of this perpetual season. The world is closing in, I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. No longer do I have you to lead me out of this snow, no longer do I have you to hold my hand and bring me warmth through it all.

Why did you have to go?

Baby, did you know how much pain I’d be in when you’d left? Did you know how much it would hurt, how you’ve trapped me into this never-ending arctic, leaving me behind to freeze?

Did you know when you chose to go?

You’ve left me in ruins, my love. I can’t continue without you. I’m struggling to breathe, suffocating, as the world collapses inwards, threatening to bury me alive. I wait for you everyday, through all of the grief, the pain. I still wait for the day that you come back, that I get to see your face again.

Or maybe I’m a dumbass. I don’t know. Have you changed? Or is it I who has? Or perhaps, us both? I’m still a lovesick fool for you, Y/N, that I can tell you for sure. I can’t stop thinking of you, as the days pass, sun and moon taking their turns in the sky. I’m left, suffering in this darkness, bleakness without you here. I wonder if you’ll still be there at the end, when all ceases to exist. I wonder if I’ll see you again; how much more do I have to wait? How many more sleepless nights will have to pass before I can lay my eyes upon you again? How many days, months, years do I have to hold back before I get to feel you, touch you, kiss you, one more time?

Or maybe I’m being optimistic. You know what, Y/N, I’ll never see you again, maybe you’re better off without me. Maybe it’s all for the best, maybe it’s time for me to move on, maybe it’s time for you to move on. Maybe it really was not meant to be, maybe you really weren’t the one for me.

Then why can’t I get you out of my head?

Y/N, I wish I could just forget you. I wish you never existed, I wish I had never gotten to know you. Then it would be so much easier for me. I wish that you had ignored me, that you had turned me down when you had the chance. It would’ve been the most pain that I’d feel at the time, but believe me, it’s nothing compared to this.

Now I can’t get rid of you, no matter how hard I try. You’re there, you’re there when I lie down and close my eyes for the night, you’re there at work, hiding behind my papers and my laptop, waiting to take me out to lunch. You’re everywhere, baby, you’re in the car, riding shotgun and racing to connect to Bluetooth first, singing at the top of your lungs as we speed down the highway like the reckless teenagers that we were. I see you, hair tangled by the wind, belting out your favorite lyrics out of the roof of my convertible. And I remember thinking, for the hundredth time that night, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Damnit, Y/N, you’re standing by the mirror every morning when I get ready for my meetings, dainty fingers straightening my tie and planting a kiss on my lips. You got this, lover boy.

You’re there, and then you’re not. You flicker between reality and imagination, I cannot discern whether I’m living in a fever dream or simply hallucinating. You’re slipping through my hands like grains of sand: I’m losing more of you by the second, can’t seem to hold on to you. You’re disappearing, getting further and further away as all I can do is watch helplessly as you fall through my fingers.

Where are you now, Y/N?

I worry about you, I worry whether you’ve eaten well, whether you’ve slept well, whether you’ve had a good day at the office. Have you seen your parents lately? Have you had some time to yourself over the past days, have you overworked yourself as you often tend to do? Are you taking care of yourself?

Is it selfish of me to be wishing for you, thinking of you after all this time? Tell me, Y/N, is it wrong of me to be wanting you despite it having been over for so long now? You’ve probably moved on by now, considering how long it’s already been. Maybe you’ve met someone new, maybe you’re in love with someone else, maybe I’ve already been replaced with another man in your life.

Maybe I treated you wrong, maybe you didn’t feel like I loved you enough, maybe I didn’t make you feel special enough. I wish, Y/N, I wish that I could turn back time for you, I wish I could go back and be better for you, that I could fix all of the mistakes that I’ve made, wipe all of the tears that you might’ve cried for me, swallow up all of the pain that must’ve been plaguing you, to suck up the hurt that you were feeling back then. I wish you could give me all of the pain, I wish that I could’ve carried it all for you, shielded you from it all like how I should’ve done.

But it’s too late now, isn’t it?

You’ve met someone else by now, you’re laughing, smiling, whispering with another, kissing someone else’s lips, in love with your new man. And I’m still here, trying to get over you like the pathetic loser that I am. There are so many regrets, so many things that I wish that I could still tell you, so many errors, mistakes that I made. It’s all my fault. I want nothing more than to be able to get on my knees in front of you and apologize for everything. There are so many more words, so many moments that I want nothing more than to be spending with you.

I’m still in love with you.

I think I always will be, Y/N. I know it’s selfish of me. I really can’t help it. I’m sorry.

You came into my life like a whirlwind, taking all of me along for the ride. And now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do with myself no longer. I’ve been swept away with you and my fate will forever be left in your hands. There’s nothing left for me here, not in my work nor art. All that’s left is you. You are the only thing keeping me going now - I live another day, endure another night hoping for you, waiting for the day that I will finally see you again. I open my eyes for you in the mornings, in hopes of laying them upon your figure once more.

Maybe it’ll all be for nothing, I know. Maybe I’ll never see you again. But there’s nothing left for me, remember? I’m willing to take my chance. For when I finally do see you once more, it will all be worth it.

I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so fucking much. My heart beats for you, my lungs breathe for you. My every cell in my entire being aches so desperately for you, for you and you only. And so I’ll wait for you. I promise. I’ll be here for you, waiting for the day that I get to catch a glimpse of you, to be there when you need a shoulder to cry on, for when you need even the littlest, tiniest thing. I’m ready to give you the world, baby. I’m ready to right all my wrongs, to treat you like the fucking queen that you are. I’m going to treat you the way that you deserve.

When that time comes, my heart will be happy. When the time comes that I see you again, that I hear your voice again, your laugh again, it’ll be okay. All this pain will fade away to nothing. Don’t worry about me, darling, I’ll always be here, waiting. Waiting for you, until the end.

I promise.

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whichwaytowonderlandep · 5 years ago

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Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. II

Pairings: (Namjoon/Reader) (Taehyung/Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

Words: 5,839

Tags: shower sex, blowjob (male receiving), fingering, male masturbation, high school, stalker au, yandere au, husband au, college au

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Two

You woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and the bed sheets still warm from where Namjoon had been laying on only minutes before. You stretch out your limbs in all directions, you take a look around at the room as a smile suddenly appears on your face as memories of last night start to appear very vividly in your mind. It had been too long since you had a morning with your husband, way too long.

You stand up, letting some of the sheets that were once protected you from the cold air as you start walking towards the bathroom as the music starts to play and Namjoon’s voice echoes through the door as he joins in — slightly off-rhythm.

He might not be the most gifted in the singing department, but he always sang from the heart and that’s what you loved the most about his little karaoke sessions.

You slowly sneak your way into the bathroom, giggling to yourself as you’re met with Namjoon’s ass staring back at you through the glass door as he washed out the shampoo in his hair. “I’m on my way!” Namjoon screams loudly along with the song. The giggle that you had been trying to suppress comes out the moment you see him begin to dance.

Namjoon quickly turns around, a giant smile on his face as he finds you doubling over in laughter. The thin blue satin sheet around you and that beautiful smile on your face. “What?” Namjoon asks, his hands moving his hair back. “You don’t like my singing?” He jokingly says, pulling open the glass door and pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was doing a hell of a job!”

“Wait, no. Stop!” You laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the hot water surround you in mere seconds as you pulled underneath the running shower. “Now that’s way better!” Namjoon mumbles as he walks closer to you, pinning you against the black marble wall. The bedroom sheet now soaking on the shower floor as the two of you look at each other as if you were still in the honeymoon phase.

“You’re going to be late” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get red as his hands caress the sides of your naked body.

“I don’t mind, I don’t care.” Namjoon smirks, his hands gripping onto your waist as he pulls you closer. You could feel his penis begin to get hard against your lower stomach. “Who know you would be happy to see me so early in the morning” you giggle, leaving a peck on his lips.

His plump lips suddenly envelops yours and you feel that this is the most attention he had given you in months. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him back before the kiss as one of his hands slid between your thighs and a finger is filling you up.

“Oh Shit!” You can’t help the breathy word from escaping your lips. Last night was one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time and now, the same fire that your husband had in his eyes last night has ignited. You still felt overly sensitive from when he had plowed, so the feeling of his fingers filling you up once again made your pleasure burst all over your body.

You hear him chuckle against your ear as he begins to scissor his fingers. You try to get a hold of yourself, your nails digging into his shoulder as you try to hold yourself up — when he begins to curl his fingers and your thighs close tightly against your hand, trapping him there.

“When was the last time we had sex in the shower, huh?” He whispers, biting at your left ear. “I’m sure the last time was when we moved in and decidedly christen the entire house that very night.” Namjoon points out, moving his hands out of you before wrapping them around your waist. “I think it’s time for a renewal, don’t you?” He grunts, the hot water moving down your back making you relax against the shower wall.

You haven’t seen this man in a while. The sexy, funny and caring guy you had fallen in love with in the first place. Namjoon was always a bit too busy as of late to sit down for dinner, to take you out on dates, to even getting home after you had fallen asleep only to find that he had already left for work.

His eyebrows furrow as he sees you looking off into the distance, “What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asks, a caring tone now replacing the sultry one he had. He runs his thumb across your cheek, wiping the drops of water from your face. “What could be more important than right now?”

You look back up into his eyes, a fond smile appearing on your face as you move closer to him. “Nothing…” Your arms wrapping around his neck as he looks down at you, his own arms moving around your waist as both of your naked bodies are pressed against one another.

You can feel his hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh as your hand reaches up to caress his left cheek.

“I’ve really missed this” You whisper against his lips, softly pecking his own before you pull him into a soft kiss — his lips molding against yours. It’s been way way to long since you had a moment like this with your husband. Namjoon pulls away from your lips reluctantly , instead choosing to place his forehead against yours as the two of you sway from side to side under the warm water.

“You don’t have any classes to teach today?” Namjoon asks, finally pulling away from you as he continues to wash himself. Your hand grips onto the loofah in his hand, brushing it against his chest as his eyes never leave your face. Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at the way the hair that was sticking out from your messy bun, now wet and sticking to your neck.

Your hands keep moving down his body, moving his hips as his own large ones, grab onto yours. Namjoon pulls you closer to his body, the soap easily transferring to your body before he’s pushing you under the cascading warm water.

“When did you get even more beautiful?” Namjoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he places small soft kisses to your collarbone. You felt him push against you, his member now rubbing against your lower lips as he has you moaning against his wet shoulder.

You could feel him sucking at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks behind — claiming your skin. Namjoon has always been the quiet type during sex, rather focusing on making you cum than on talking. His eyes always did most of the talking. The hooded, dark look he gave you moments before he hooks one of his arms around your thigh and plunged into you was enough to let you know he wanted to ruin you.

You moan out loud, nails scratching at his back as he doesn’t stop his hard thrusts — instead they become faster and harder, making the leg keeping you up wobble with the assault. You feel him take a hold of your other thigh, pushing you against the wall as he holds you up — the new position allowing him to thrust deeper and faster into you.

Namjoon lets out a long groan as he stays nestled inside of you. His lips meet yours in a frenzy, “I wish we could stay like this for a little while longer” he whispers against them.

He pulls away, adjusting his grip on you before he begins plowing into you. The feeling of it being too much for you to take before your stomach is tightening and you’re feeling yourself come undone around him.

Namjoon doesn’t stop, continuing his unrelenting thrusts into you — panting into your ear. He missed the feeling of being inside of you, of hearing you whimper his name as you moan louder than the sound of the shower still falling on top of the two of you. “I love you” Namjoon grunts out as he gives out one final thrust, burying himself inside you - filling you up with his cum, holding you close as both of your heart beats return back to normal.

The sounds of the two of you wake Taehyung up before his alarm had any time to make any noise at all. He stays laying in bed, hearing you scream out for more. He lets out a loud side as he moves to lay on his back, his hand going down to brush against his growing erection.

To make matters worse, the screaming and moaning only got louder — if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were a porn star giving it her all for some video somebody forget to pause on the computer.

He smacks his lips together, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before getting up from the bed. The prominent boner inside his sweatpants standing to attention as he makes his way towards the bathroom. The dream he had been having and the very sexy noises coming from down the hall, not helping the situation one single bit. But that didn’t stop him from imagining very vividly what he saw last night. Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, scratching at his bare chest - his hair sticking up in all random directions as he closes his eyes. The image of you laying on your back, with a look of ecstasy coming back to haunt him as soon as he does. It doesn’t really bother him though, as the thought of him being the cause of that face and those noises made his penis twitch with nothing but anticipation.

He does the only thing he could think of doing in that moment, he shoves a hand down his sweatpants.

He grabs his hard and warm at his member as he lets out a loud sigh at the contact of his cold hand on him. He can’t help as his mind goes back to last night, his hand moving slowly up and down as he tries to imaging you whimpering out his name, his hips thrusting slowly into his hand as he begins to move his hand faster at the thought of having your soft, kissable lips around him - moaning around his member as your sucking him off But for Taehyung, slow has always meant boring. So it wouldn’t take long before he was gripping your hair harsly and face fucking you into certain oblivion - hearing you gagging around him as spit would start to drip down your chin and onto your naked breasts.

Taehyung lets out a muffled moan as he leans abruptly with one hand on the counter, the hand around his member going quicker as he feels his balls tighten at what his imagination can conjure up. It was one last moan he heard as you climaxed in the other room that had pushed him to the edge. Taehyung found himself exploding his load all over the sink counter, his heaving breathing now the only sound filling the room.

He brings his hand up to eye level, looking at the strings of cum on his hand, wishing you were there you lick it all up. Taehyung doesn’t hear the two of you any longer as he moves to kick off the sweatpants still hanging around his ankles.

He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to repeat a grade just because he had wanted to have some fun in his last year — he wanted to get a job and get his shit together. It still didn’t mean it was okay for his mother to just call up a random relative and dump her only son on them so she could go and travel around the world with her new boyfriend. He didn’t speak much to her after that, just grunts and glares were being thrown in her direction.

He slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, dressed in his old school uniform — not having had the chance to buy the new one. The house looking much brighter as the windows let in all of the morning’s natural light. He guesses that it wouldn’t be too bad, at least his uncle was rich and he wasn’t going to be living in a hole in the wall. He still wasn’t going to be acting nice about it.

Taehyung’s eyes meet your figure first, the apron you wore showing the curves that were hidden by the oversized hoodie you were wearing. The sound of you softly singing to yourself brought a small smile to his face, only to have him wipe it off before you had a chance to see him. There was something about you that brought him some sense of security — he felt somewhat comfortable around you and he wanted to explore why he felt that way around you.

You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back, instinctively making you look behind you to spot the tall and moody nineteen-year old. “Hey! Good Morning!” You greet him, a giant and welcoming smile on your face as you dry off your hands as you turn to face him — you were hoping he was a little bit more agreeable with eating than he was last night.

“Do you want some breakfast?” You ask Taehyung, watching the younger man linger about the kitchen entrance. He was dressed in his black and grey school uniform and the same dark blue bag he had with him yesterday handing on his shoulder. “I can make you some banana and chocolate chip pancakes, if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes” you continue, waving the spatula in your hand around.

“Sure” Taehyung says giving in as he feels his stomach rumbling in hunger before he takes a seat at the table, his eyes looking at you curiously as you begin making food for him. You smile happily as you finally feel like he was beginning to feel more comfortable around you, the smell of your homemade cooking making him feel warm inside. His mother never really having the time to sit down and make him food of any kind — it was an appreciated gesture.

“Hey, man!” A cheery voice startles him with a hit on the back of his shoulder, making him jump in his chair. “Good to see you! Look a lot taller now than the last time I saw you!” Namjoon smirks at him, moving to stand behind you. Taehyung watches with a glare as the taller man’s hands wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your already beautiful red cheeks.

Namjoon makes his way to the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee before sitting right next to Taehyung. He looks at the younger boy with curiosity, seeing so much resemblance from his younger sister in such a small glance, even if it was in the way he acted or the way his eyes sent him little glares every now and then. Yup, the boy in front of him was definitely a mirrored image of his little sister.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you and see Hyuna again after so long” Namjoon speaks up, stopping to smile a thanks up at you as you place a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him. “I was caught up at work again.”

Taehyung looks at the man next to him, nodding a thanks to you as you also place a plate in front of him— you had even gone out of your way to make the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face with whipped cream as hair. He didn’t see Namjoon get any of that.

He hadn’t seen Namjoon since he was a little boy, he doesn’t even remember the man at all and if he was being honest, he couldn’t bother to get to know the man at all. He didn’t care enough to do it.

“Eat up” you smile at Taehyung, your hand brushing against the back of his left shoulder, unknowingly sending a shock down the younger boy’s spine, as you gesture to the plate you place in front of his as you took your own seat at the table beside Namjoon. Taehyung glanced shyly at you sitting in front of him, obliging with your subtle command as he begins eating. Sending you small glances in secret as he thought of the spark he felt when your hand touched his skin. He decided then and there that he really wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.

He knew you hadn’t been prepared to have him stay at your home, you were as surprised as he was that morning and yet, you had been nothing less of welcoming and even he dare say, motherly towards him. He liked that about you. He wanted to know more about you.

“Do you need a ride to school?” Namjoon interrupts his thoughts as he finishes shoving the last bite of his pancakes into his mouth, he gives him one look having forgotten the man was even sitting there in the first place. He silently responds by shaking his head no, shoving more food into his mouth as he notices you giving him another one of your warm glances as you take yours and Namjoon’s plate towards the kitchen sink.

“You should take him up on that offer, actually.” You cut in, “You still don’t know the way to school and it’s better to not be late on your first day” you suggest, looking at the two men in front of you looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Plus, it will be a chance for the two of you to get to know each other better” You shrug, walking back to the table as you place a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as you lean against him. The two of you missing the way Taehyung’s eyes harden the moment there is even the slightest bit of contact between the two of you. “Come on, guys! It’ll be fun!” You try to sound a little bit more encouraging as you look between the two of them with a goofy smile on your face. “You haven’t seen each other in so long and the ride is only for twenty minutes, give or take.”

Taehyung and Namjoon look at each other for a second before silently nodding in agreement - knowing that it will make you happy, neither of them had the heart to refuse your request.

After they both finish their breakfast in silence, Namjoon makes quick to give you a peck on the lips before moving to pick up his briefcase. Taehyung watching the two of you interact as he throws his bag over his shoulder, he hesitates to leave without saying goodbye to you but he does anyway as he follows his uncle out of the kitchen.

You follow them out, watching from the garage door as they both got into Namjoon’s car without speaking a word to each other and sighing to yourself. “What the hell am I doing?” You mumble to yourself as you move back into the kitchen to do the dishes.

The two men sat in complete and utter silence, the sound of the engine running the only thing that could be heard as Namjoon drove down the road. He bites at his bottom lip as he taps his hands lightly on the steering wheel, the silence becoming a bit too uncomfortable for his taste.

Namjoon looks over at his nephew, watching the younger gazed out the window in utter boredom. “So, Taehy-“

“I heard you guys fucking this morning.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the silence in the car. “Very loudly, too” he frowns as he remembers your sweet moans echoing through the hallways of the large house, the feeling making his member twitch in his plaid school plan. “Would’ve been nice if my own alarm clock woke me up instead.” He bites at his bottom lip as he moves to look straight at the window instead.

Namjoon’s cheeks turned bright red, eyes widening in embarrassment as he clears his throat. “Sorry you had to hear that, it’s not very often that I’m home, and...and why am I explaining myself to you…” He clears his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed to being heard in his most intimate moment. It’s not his fault if he was already used to having you and the house all to himself. “I’ll make sure you never have to hear about that ever again, we will make sure to keep it down next time.”

“Oh I don’t mind” Taehyung shrugs as a smirk appears on his lips, his eyes choosing to look out the window as Namjoon eyes widen in shock at the thought of what he meant by that. Not that the younger was going to tell him. “Hyuna already had ‘the talk’ with me a few years back. I know how people procreate.”

“I’m sure she did. I’m happy to know that’s one less thing I have to do” Namjoon mumbles to himself as the sits up straighter, hands clutching the steering wheel as he wishes for the cars in front of him to hurry up and move.

“Yeah, I know all about sex and every little thing it takes to make a woman feel good. It’s usually my hands they go crazy for.” Taehyung smirks once more as he raises his right hand in between the two of them, wiggling his fingers. Almost bursting into laughter as his uncle refuses to even look at him in the eye.

In Taehyung’s mind, this was one point for himself and zero for Namjoon on the scoreboard.

The silence once again enveloped the two of them as they get nearer to the school. Namjoon feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life. “Uh…” The oldest of the two isn’t even able to get a word out before the school had come into view and his nephew was out the door before the car even came to a full stop. Not giving him a glance as he started walking towards the school gates.

“Great, I get stuck with the fucking weirdo. Thanks little sis” Namjoon mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as he drives off. He doesn’t even know why he agreed in taking him in in the first place, but when his sister called out of nowhere and said she needed some help all he could do was react in the most appropriate way.

His eyes glance towards the gate once more before he was pulling away. “Well, I definitely regret that decision.” He says to himself, brushing off his nephews odd behavior, he knew the kid would act up with the new house and move his mother had sprung onto him out of nowhere. So yeah, this kind of behavior was expected. He just hopes the kid doesn’t pull that kind of stunt with you. You wouldn’t take it as kindly as he just did.

“You must be Kim Taehyung!” Some random kid stops him before he enters through the school’s front doors. “I’m Lilah, I’m your class president and your guide for the day!” Her overly happy tone making him furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He could feel a small headache forming as the girl took a hold of his forearm and began dragging him towards what he’s guessing is his new classroom.

“You’re going to like it here! We have plenty of clubs you could join as well as one of the best athletic departments in the city!” Lilah continues on and on about the academics of the school and introducing everybody they pass as Taehyung only drowns her voice out. “You look like you play some basketball” She giggles.

They stop in front of a classroom full of students, “This is our classroom, we have a history class first so just pick any sit and wait for the teacher to arrive” Lilah smiles brightly before pushing him into the classroom. He stands by the door as he takes as look around the half-full classroom. His hand gripping his bag tightly as he ignores the looks the other students were giving him, knowing that the whispering was more than likely directed at him.

Taehyung looks around the room, eyes trained on one of the empty chairs in the back - avoiding the chorus of hello’s being thrown in his direction. He took his seat, laying his head on the desk, wishing the ground would finally swallow him up and end his suffering. He was not ready to go through his last year once again. It was moments like these were he really regretted fucking things up. He could’ve been done with all of this bullshit already.

“You’re the new kid, right?” A voice interrupts his almost thirty seconds of sleep, making him look up with weary and squinty eyes at the male in front of him. “I’m Jungkook, your new desk mate” He smiles shyly, getting his books out of his own bag. Puts them on top of his desk with a thud, startling Taehyung as he moves to open them. “What’s your name? Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see you’re the strong, silent type.” He chuckles looking back down at his books, “I’m guessing we are going to be the best of friends.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, sitting back on his chair as the teacher finally arrives. The class quieting down in seconds, giving the taller boy a chance to finally take a look at the rest of his classmates. His eyes catch those of the girl from earlier, already having forgotten her name, giving him a shy smile as she gets caught. Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see, you’re the strong silent type, I think this may be the start of a very beautiful and awkward friendship!” Jungkook smiles as looks at the other annoyed face, Taehyung looking out the window wishing he was anywhere but here. Even being back home, with his own lifelong friends.

After the boys had left you had decided to finish cleaning up the rest of the dishes and moving back into your bedroom to finish grading the papers you had left. You were glad to have taken fridays off from the classes that you taught. You were thankful for past you for being lazy enough to make you take on only three classes.

It was now well past noon and you stood in front of your latest painting — frowning at the way it turned out. It was supposed to be an old dream you had a couple of days ago, it kept playing in the back of your mind non-stop and you needed to get it out the only way that you could — through your paintings. You hate that you put feelings into your work, it makes it so much harder to like the finishing results. You throw the brush down in the bucket of water you keep at your side, brushing your hands on your filthy apron as you make your way out of your art room.

It doesn’t take you long until you’re standing back in your bedroom, pulling your hair up in a ponytail as you look around the dirty clothes messing up your room. Memories from last night, filling your mind causing you to smile like a little school girl. You take it upon yourself to tidy things up, starting with your side of things as you pick up what’s left of your pajamas and Namjoon’s clothing as you shove them into the hamper in the bathroom. You check most of the pockets, finding loose change and old receipts to restaurants. It’s gotten to the point where you really need tell him to empty his pockets before throwing them in the hamper.

Your hand moves into the pocket of the pants he wore last night, gripping onto a small plastic card you assume to be a credit card. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally pull it out, the golden fancy letters on the solid blue background spelling out on the room key— Nicholson Hotel.

Your tilt your head in confusion as you flip it over in your hand, throwing the clothing back into the hamper as you pick up his white dress shirt. Knowing that the hotel was kinda close to your house.

“Why would he even have this? It’s only 20 minutes from his desk to his own bed…” you mumble to yourself, not giving it a second thought as you place it on the counter in front of you. It took you too long to realize the smudge at the back of the back of the blue collar was red lipstick.

You feel your body heat up as you try to figure out what the hell was happening even when the very obvious thing was staring at you right in the face. You feel a strange twinge in your chest as your eyes begin to water. You blink rapidly as you throw Namjoon’s shirt into the hamper, wringing your hands as you look around at the room in confusion.

You let out a shaky breath as you move away in confusion. Thoughts flooding through your mind as you wipe away the tears. You finish putting the rest of the clothes in the hamper, hurrying to throw the hotel room key into one of your drawers in the bedroom. To keep it safe.

You can’t be jumping to conclusions just yet. No, you’ve got to keep your head — you don’t have all the pieces to this puzzle, yet.

You move into the living room, feeling the empty house becoming too much for you as the silence starts to creep into your thoughts - the darkness becoming a little too much for you as your hand begins to scratch at your right forearm. Your gaze staring into nothingness as you feel your consciousness drifting off into wonderland.

You should’ve picked up more classes in the week — feeling bored and lonely being cooped up in your home for most of the time. It wasn’t fair that you had nothing to do at your age but sit at home and wait for your husband like some1950’s wife.

You had never felt so lonely until now.

Taehyung lets out a deep breath as he steps back into the quiet house. The sky had turned completely dark as the young man decided it was time to go back to the place with the free wi-fi and the good looking housewife, he had spent most of his time exploring around the city around the school and spending the allowance his mother left him in the first video game arcade he saw. But as the sound coming from his stomach got louder and the money in his pocket got low, he had no choice but to go back to his new prison.

He could very well stay out the entire night with his old camera, taking pictures of anything and everything he could get his hands on making the two of you worried sick wondering where he was. But he didn’t think either of you care enough about him yet. He takes off his shoes, pushing them towards the side as he takes off his earphones, the loud music still blaring into the dark and empty room. Where they not even here? - Taehyung thinks to himself, scoffing as he heads into the kitchen and drops his bag on the counter with a loud thud. He goes straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and finishing most of it in one gulp.

Taehyung walks around the counter moving to turn on the living room light — thinking that the room would also be empty but he jumps in sudden surprise as he sees you sitting on the couch; staring into nothingness. You don’t notice him as he sits beside you, waving a hand in front of your face. “Why are sitting alone in the dark?” Taehyung’s deep voice startled you out of your trance as he moves to stand in front of you.

You glance up at him, sending what you to be a warm smile in his direction. “Oh, nothing… I was just thinking…” you trail off as you take in a deep breath, standing up with a hop as you move towards him. “You must be hungry, would you like something for dinner? I can cook for you”

“No, I’m fine.” Taehyung’s dead tone fills the room as he makes his way out of the room, leaving you nodding to yourself. You bite at your bottom lip as you follow him into the kitchen. “Seriously, it’s no bother.” You reassure him, “I know you didn’t really have a lot to eat last night, you must be a little bit hungry. I insist.”

You continue, moving about the kitchen as you take out various ingredients.

Taehyung tilts his head, not taking his eyes off of you. Something’s wrong — Taehyung thinks to himself as he leans forward on the counter. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you struggle around with the different pots and pans. No, something was definitely up with you.

You start roughly washing the vegetables, washing away the little bits of dirt that were still on them. You feel the tears surfacing up once again and you feel yourself drowning with all the thoughts flooding your mind. Was Namjoon cheating on you? With who? And why would he? Was he not happy being with you anymore? Wh-

Strong, large hands take the cleaning brush from your hands. A warm body brushing up against your side as he moves you a little to the side, “I’ll help you” Taehyung’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You don’t say anything as you watch him pull up the sleeves. “Thank you” you mumbled lowly. You welcome the distraction, finding yourself on autopilot as you continue on making dinner for the two of you.

Taehyung steals small glances every now and then, throwing jokes around just so he could see that smile on your face. He puffs out his chest as he feels proud of being the cause of your happiness — even if only temporary.

It was then and there that he vowed to make whatever made you hurt go away. Whatever he had to do.

<<Chapter One | Chapter Three (Coming Soon)

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manggojooz · 5 years ago

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Pick A Side (Part 12)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,320

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

taglist: @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx@honeyursosweet @coffeecupyoongs@bangtanbaesstuff@annoyingpessimist @betysotelo18 @okaysoplshelpme@igot7bangs @tahaing @mochi-and-co @somewhereinthestarss

comment: sorry if im getting rusty at this, i need to warm up T.T badly...

Film cameras are better than digital ones. Why? Because in that moment the light flashes, the truth is etched into the film forever. Because truth is perceived as valuable.

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“I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, Taehyung’s voice sustained despite the recording having ended.

“Thank you for giving me the idea of using a recorded confession”, Haejoong smiled at you with that same expression that used to make you feel comforted but now all you wanted was to punch his face in.

It wasn’t only you, Taehyung also had his fist clenched tight to the extent his knuckles were turning white.

“The moment either of you try to report any of this, just know that I wouldn’t go down alone...”, the sly being tucked his phone back into his pocket, hardly moves a facial muscle before giving you one last nod and eventually sauntering off the hospital porch.

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“Don’t you want to know what happened?”, Taehyung asked you apprehensively as both of you sat in a corner of a sparsely patronised café near the hospital.

Your expression looked angry but your eyes told him that it was more complex than that.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Can’t believe he thought of threatening you to say those things... and all because of me... I’m such a burden...”, you ranted and Taehyung was astonished, that you never momentarily doubted that him and was even able to figure that much by yourself.

“Don’t say that! You are not... Nobody would have known that he would go to such lengths. He's crazy, we have to report this to the police”, Taehyung felt indignant that Haejoong made you feel this way about yourself.

“We will have to report it to the police but he has that damn recording...”, you were biting your fingernails, deep in thought.

“Should we tell Ms. Helen about this and let her report it?”, Taehyung suggested.

“That’s equivalent to reporting it, Haejoong will just use that recording...”, you answered with a deepening frown.

“Let’s face it, Y/N. There’s nothing that can stop him from releasing it...”, Taehyung was getting impatient. He knows he had everything to lose, but he hated this hostage-like situation.

“No, I won’t let him do that you!”, you raised your voice, annoyed that there seems to be no option.

Both Taehyung and you could see it. Haejoong will keep gaining the upper hand if you continue to hold each other down like this. It was so unfair, you thought. The ones that have nothing to lose, can always afford to play the dirty game. They only stand to gain.

That was when your mind suddenly clicked. No, Haejoong has something he can’t lose too... someone.

---

Taehyung and you sat next to each other nervously gazing at the café door. Finally it rattles and flies open, the person you were keenly waiting for walked warily towards the both of you.

Taehyung stood up from his seat, “Jihyun...”, he calls her name gently as she approached the table. “Have a seat, do you want a drink?”

“It’s ok... what do you want?”, Jihyun’s attitude was uncertain as she rejected the drink but still took a seat opposite you.

You carefully broached the subject, starting from the point when you found out that Haejoong liked her.

“So, now he has a recording of Taehyung ‘confessing’. Jihyun, he is not what he seems, you have to believe us”, it took a good eight minutes before you managed to finish the recap. You were kind of surprised that Jihyun stayed quiet throughout although she did look apprehensive.

“Y/N, I know I said that I believe that you didn’t do it. But don’t be mistaken. It doesn’t mean I trust that you are on my side. Haejoong was the only one who had comforted me and stood up for me during this time... How can you expect me to take your words about him, when you were not even there with me when I needed it”, she was mostly staring at Taehyung as she expressed her doubts.

“I tried calling you, I thought you...”, Taehyung attempted to explain.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to see you? You are not wrong though”, Jihyun sounded exhausted. “Didn’t you say that he likes me? If that’s the case, why would he do that to me?”

You had no answer.

“I don’t want this thing to get any bigger than it already is... I just hope it dies down quickly and quietly. That is all I want now. It’s not about the truth anymore. Somehow the world makes me feel that as the victim, finding the culprit, seeking justice, is not my priority”, she sounded utterly drained.

She stood up to leave and you bolted up from your seat too, “Jihyun...” There was a stillness in the air, you had almost never called her by her name like that.

---

“Taehyung and Y/N came to look for me this afternoon...”, Jihyun said nervously. Haejoong had just brought her to their comfort food place - a kimchi soup restaurant, which is the only thing she can eat whenever she felt awful, and they are now strolling towards her hostel. His scarf was wrapped around her neck after he adamantly insisted that she wasn’t wearing enough layers.

Haejoong stopped in the middle of the pavement upon her words and turned to face her.

"They told me that you were the one who took those photos of me and wanted me to report you...”, Jihyun elaborated, stopping and spinning to look at Haejoong too.

Haejoong was completely still, his eyes moving unnoticeably, observing all the tiny signs in Jihyun’s features.

“They say you forced Taehyung to record a confession...”, Jihyun continued.

“Do you believe them? What is it that you want to hear from me?”, Haejoong replied cautiously.

“... you are the only friend I have now, so I want to hear you say that it’s not you”, Jihyun mumbled.

“Will you believe me if I say that it is not me?”, Haejoong asked.

“I will”, she answered, never once averting his eyes.

“It’s not me.”

A comforted smile slowly spreads across her lips.

“It can’t be you...”, she whispers, and he was relieved to see that she will take his side. “It cannot be you...”, she uttered, and his expression changes. Yes, it cannot be him, if it were, Jihyun might lose it altogether.

“I was looking for the right time to let you hear the recording... I didn’t want to traumatise you just when things were getting better. Isn’t this like the thief calling someone else the thief? Unbelievable...”, Haejoong was careful that he didn’t appear too keen to explain the situation.

“They pretend they can understand how I feel after all that has happened. How can they ever understand the feeling... it’s not as if it has happened to any of them”, Jihyun started to tear up.

“Do you want to hear it? If not, what do you want me to do with the recording?”, Haejoong prodded.

Jihyun thought for a while and said, “Nothing... delete it.”

“You want me to delete it? Jihyun, I can’t-”, Haejoong started to resist.

“I have known Taehyung for years! I've liked him for half that time! What do you want me to say?!”, Jihyun was agitated suddenly. Haejoong just stared at her in shock. But in a matter of seconds, she managed to catch herself again, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I just want it to be over, Haejoong...”.

“Do you still like him... Kim Taehyung? Even after all he did to you?”, Haejoong questioned her, his heart never felt heavier than it is now.

“Have you ever had such a person? Even if they hurt you a lot, and they do all sorts of bad things, you feel like you can’t leave them? Maybe one day he will see that I was the one sticking by his side through it all... maybe then, I stand a chance. If only...”, Jihyun suddenly stopped, and shook her head.

“If only what?”, Haejoong pressed on.

“Nothing... I shouldn’t be thinking such things”, Jihyun became tight-lipped.

“If only Y/N never came into the picture?", Haejoong completed her statement.

The shock in her eyes were evident.

---

Water was dripping from your hair all over the floor. You undid the bath towel wrapped around your body and flung it over your head, squeezing the moisture from your troublesome hair.

You walked along the window towards where you had left your clothes hanging off the chair in your dorm. The windows were shut tight and you had drawn the worn-out curtains. Despite all that, your ears perked up when you heard a queer buzzing sound outside your window. You quickly threw on your sweater and slowly peeled open the curtains.

A dark figure was hovering outside the window, you squinted at it and thanks to the light emitting from the other units you realised that it was a drone pointed right at your window. Right as you identified the foreign object, it started to fly away from you.

You turned and scanned your room quickly, dashing towards your handphone.

---

The drone zips through the night sky and to a secluded field not far from the school hostels. Donning a black hoodie, Haejoong looks up at the drone while controlling it with the remote in his hands. As the drone lowers itself, Haejoong spots the silhouette of another object behind it.

“What’s that?”, he mumbles to himself, furrowing his brows.

The object came closer towards him and his heart almost stops when he realises it is another drone which had been following his! He quickly lowers his head, trying to hide from it, running to pick up his own drone from where it had landed on the brown lawn.

The sound was soft, a bit mushy, but he could definitely make out the footsteps approaching from behind him.

Haejoong stops in his crouched down position. In a split second, he picked up his drone and started sprinting towards the buildings. Just as he was approaching the edge of the grass field, Taehyung dashes out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground.

The two men were struggling in each other’s holds, Haejoong desperately trying to break free and Taehyung refusing to let go. Haejoong’s drone was crushed between their tangled bodies and in the midst of the tussle, one of the blades on the drone slices across Taehyung’s collar bone.

Eventually, Haejoong managed to pin Taehyung to the ground and was fiercely shaking off Taehyung’s grasp on his ankles when a second person jumps on him, causing him to fall over. This time the man was much larger than his size and he twisted Haejoong’s arms behind his back, shouting into Haejoong’s ears, “Stop it! You are under suspicions of stalking and sexual harassment. You are required to- cooperate- with our investigations!”, the policeman huffs while working to hold Haejoong down.

---

You burst through the doors of the police station. Ms. Helen was sitting next to Haejoong and you had the urge to just grab him by the collars and demand all the explanation you deserve but that was not top priority at the moment.

“Where’s Taehyung?”, was all that you spouted, “Is he at the hospital? Which hospital?”

“Y/N, I’m here, behind you”, Taehyung shuddered in embarrassment of you making a fuss in the police station.

“Oh my gosh!”, you exclaimed when you saw his white knitted sweater covered in blood stains. You ran towards him, with fear and worry written all over your face. Seeing your reaction, Taehyung quickly revealed the bandage on his collar bone, “I’m ok I’m ok, it’s just a minor cut, they already fixed me up here.”

That assured you not to worry about him but the fury did not die down and you immediately turned to lunge yourself at Haejoong. Helen threw herself between you and your nemesis, throwing her arms up to prevent you from exacerbating the situation.

“Y/N, that’s enough!”, she chided and luckily Taehyung ran over to drag you away.

No matter how much the police questioned him, Haejoong remained silent and denied everything.

“Mr. Im, the implications here are pretty obvious, wouldn’t you agree? We set up a net to catch the fish. If you aren’t the fish, why did you fall into the net?”, the inspector was pretty patient.

“If you go around setting random nets, you are bound to catch things that are not fishes”, Haejoong replied defiantly, his words still sparse.

“Well it was a pretty specific net, after all we used the victim as the bait to set it up...”, the inspector casually commented.

Haejoong scoffed, “the victim?”, he turned to glance at you, and Taehyung’s feathers were vehemently ruffled again. “Are you sure this alleged victim knows enough to help you set up a net? You have got the wrong person, officer... she’s just trying to-”

“Oh no no, she’s not the victim I’m talking about”, the policeman cut Haejoong off.

Silence ensued as Haejoong processes the assertion. Then who is this ‘victim’ they speak of?

The door opens again, wind howling as it did.

“Ah Ms. Kim, sorry to make you come all the way, this late at night”, the inspector greeted.

You always felt that there was a kind of eeriness to the silence that came abruptly after a loud sound. That moment an explosion subsides, that sound which is quieter than silence itself.

This was that moment.

“A sound of something breaking A sound full of unfamiliarity”

He always had the same disposition. It always felt familiar. But that was just a mask he wore. Now you see it, the truth of him, the unfamiliar reflection of his soul. As he looked at Jihyun entering the dusty room, it was alive in his eyes. The vengeance that he hold, the indignation that he suffer and most importantly, the hurt that he never once imagined she would bring to him.

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autmlea · 5 years ago

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Cream Puffs | 01

-pairing: taehyung x reader -genre / warnings: fluff, mentions of emotional abuse, angst, future smut -words: 1,470

Summary: You hated that he knew that he knew your weakness. Cream puffs.

Note: My first fic ever I hope you guys enjoy :)

Your A.C decided to give up on you in one of the hottest summers you’ve ever experienced. You took it as a sign that you should probably get out of the house instead of drawing all day.

Paying someone to fix your A.C was out of the question since you couldn’t even afford that with your dry bank account. You blame it on art school. Your art commissions only barely managing to pay off your bills. Also, the small allowance that your parents gave you every other week were quickly wiped out from buying food. That money didn’t even last since you had to pay for spare supplies for school.

You could manage not being able to eat properly or a toilet that doesn’t flush properly-

But you can’t bare living in a oven for the whole summer. You needed to find some plans to get out of the house.

So when you receive a random text out of nowhere from your estranged childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung, you actually consider forgiving him for ignoring you for some chick and ask him to make plans with you.

But luckily for your pride, he asks first.

A notification pops up with a ding on your phone:

“Hey, I’m in town and just wanted to know if you want to meet up”

You hesitate before you even open up the notification on your phone. A couple of minutes later another ding.

“Cream puffs and iced tea? My treat”.

Your tongue salivates at the thought of the cream and the iced tea. You knew he was using your favorite treats to bait you and with the predicament you are in , you can’t find yourself to care anymore.

“Sure is now fine?”.

You curse at yourself silently, knowing how desperate your text sounds.

Ding.

“I’m already here”.

You roll your eyes at the text and grab your bag before you make your way out of you house

…

A familiar scent welcomes you as you enter. Baked pastries and tea brewing quickly lifting your mood as you walk in further. You immediately feel better and for a minute, forget about all the stress. You almost even forget about why you were mad at Tae.

But it all comes back to you as you immediately spot him across the cafe, his signature boxy smile making it easy for you.

He’s motions for you to come over to his table and you notice your favorite iced tea and cream puffs already laid in front of him like a trap.

As you make your way over, you eye his smile suspiciously. He was unusually more smiley from the last time you saw him. Your gut feeling telling you it was because he was nervous. 10 years of friendship can make you beat a lie detector when it comes to him.

He fumbles with a napkin and waits as you sit in front of him. He opens his mouth to say something but stops in awe as you quickly begin to scarf down the cream puffs in front of you.

You can’t help it, it’s been so long since you had it.

He sits there awkwardly and plays with his sleeves and waits patiently.

Once you finish your cream puffs you glance up at him, signaling him to speak.

“I want to apologize.”

You stare blankly at him and go for the iced tea next.

“For what?”

“C/mon (y/n), you know why. Don’t let me say it, I know I’m terrible”

“Yeah terrible for ignoring me for eight months and refusing to answer my calls”

He groans in exasperation and scratches his scalp, his blonde locks getting tangled in the process.

You notice his new hair and decided to push his buttons.

“Did your new girl suddenly influenced you into this whole new look”.

“What do you mean new look? I chose this-“ he says unusually defensively, but then shakes his head.

“and for a matter of fact- we aren’t together anymore”.

“Ahh, so you’re having that sort of crisis”.

“Crisis?”

“You know when girls cut their hair after a bad life experience or something- but in your case, a breakup“

He sighs and slumps in his chair

“Breakup aside, I’m really sorry. It was a douchebag move of me to do that to you”

You nod. “It really was Tae. I mean, I know to give you space in your relationships , so I’m used to you disappearing for a while and focusing on your flings-“

You stare down at your iced tea.

“-And when you told me that this girl was special too. I understood that you’d have your full attention on her. But I didn’t expect that you would just drop me all at once completely without any notice for eight whole months-“

You catch yourself rambling and stop. You wait as he stares down at the napkin in his hand, avoiding your gaze.

For what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke, “Believe me I know. She was toxic and hardly even let me see my parents too”.

You glance up from your tea. You realize why you’ve been constantly bombarded by phone calls from Tae’s parents.

It wasn’t that Tae was being Tae, but because of her.

“Oh”.

You start to see tears welling up in his eyes. At that moment you being to realize the reason for his change in his outfit and hair.

You think back to before he started ignoring you and was just freshly dating her.

He’s mentioned:

“She picked out these clothes”, or “She decided on my hair”.

and , “She decided my new major, so I figured why not!”

Before, you just wrote it off as him being lovey dovey- but you start to realize how much this girl impacted Tae to the point of manipulating him.

It all starts to come in full circle.

He comes back all of a sudden from the place that she decided that they should live, and the new style he comes back with was just his way of trying to get rid of any influence of her.

You don’t know what to say at the point as he rubs his tears away with his sleeve and tries to sit up in his chair to collect himself.

“That bad huh?” you say as you reach over to hold his hand to comfort him- but he pulls away suddenly, as if your hand was a mouse trap that was seconds away from snapping on him.

“I’m sorry-“ he says as he places his palm back. How many times is he going to apologize.

You shake your head quickly before the last syllable leaves his mouth. “It’s fine.” You then pull your gaze away from him and sip on your tea nervously, buying some time to think of what to say and what to do. You could hardly believe that your best friend was being emotionally abused and you didn’t even know. You didn’t even think that maybe he was suffering too in those eight months. You felt selfish for not pushing further and questioning his strange behavior.

“She fucked me up, (y/n)” he said with a dull chuckle.

“I let her and now I don’t even know who I am anymore or if my choices are because of her.” He continued as he crumpled of the napkin in his hands.

You sat there and struggle to say something. You’ve never been in a relationship and you were angry at yourself for not knowing what to say.

You always assumed that your best friend knew what to do. He never needed help, he was always the one you could lean on-

And now that he needs someone you feel like you can’t even comfort him with the lack of experience you have in this. You tried to settle on holding his hand to comfort him but seeing that he avoided it; your options were limited.

“I’m so sorry” was all you could say.

He nods and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s okay”.

Minutes later in dead silence he finally speaks.

“I got to go-“ he says as he begins to stand. Panic begins to override you and you’re afraid that he’ll ignore you again and keep it all to himself again.

So you stand up from your chair before he reaches the door and yell his name.

Patrons in the cafe turn to look at you and you bashfully smile in embarrassment. The cafe goes silent and you take advantage of this to say in a much quieter tone.

“Can we get cream puffs again?”

He nods with a smile and you know for sure it’s genuine.

“Sure”

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fresh-outta-jams · 6 years ago

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Midnight Adventures

Taehyung x Reader

Author: Admin MoRo

Summary: Adventures with Tae in the cover of night

Note: Noticed once again I haven’t posted in a while so until I finish the story I’m currently writing here’s another older story I wrote lord knows how long ago. Giving Tae a little love here.

Warnings: Fluff because Tae is fluff

Word Count: 1723

It's late on a Saturday night. You are almost ready for bed when your phone goes off. Picking it up, you wonder who could be calling at this hour.

"Jagiya."

"It's Taehyung!" You almost squeal out loud.

Your boyfriend has been on tour for a while so there were times when you couldn't talk to him for days. It had been a few days since he was last able to call you because of his schedule but he was able to at least send you pictures of him, the food he was eating or his outfits and maybe a few quick texts.

"Taehyung!" You practically yell into the phone.

"Y/N-ah, can you let me in please?" His deep voice drifts into your ear through the phone speaker.

"Let you in?" You're confused. "Are you home? Like in Korea?" You ask.

"You'll see. But can you please let me in? It's cold out." You hear him sniff.

You instantly drop your phone and run to your apartment door. Outside the door is the one and only Kim Taehyung in the flesh, who is shivering from the chilly night all wrapped up in a scarf.

"Tae!" You throw your arms around him as he does the same to you, pulling you close into him and burying his face into your hair.

"I've missed you Y/N-ah." He mumbles, now not shivering anymore.

"I've missed you too Tae."

After what seems like forever but also not long enough, you break away and drag him inside to get warm. He sits down on your couch and takes off his coat, hat. face mask. scarf, and his round glasses which fogged up from the sudden temperature change.

"I'm happy you're here Tae but it's almost midnight. Aren't you tired?" You fret like a concerned mother when you realize what time it was. Taehyung just smiles up at you.

"Of course I am but I couldn't spend one more minute away from you."

He leans up to you, reaching for you. "Do you want to go out with me?" He asks you.

"Go out where? It's late." You point out.

"I know but I want to go have midnight adventures and I know places that are still open from when I was a trainee. And no one will be up so I can have you all to myself without other people being around."

Taehyung loves people and being around them but when it comes to you, he would much rather just have you all to himself. He also doesn't like when fans are around when he's with you because then you have to hide, he's always nervous of what people will say or do. So that means a lot of night dates but you do love your night dates though. Seoul is a completely different place at night. Still awake but a different kind of awake. It was more of a quiet neon awake.

You slid into Taehyung's lap and his outstretched arms and give him a kiss. "I would love to go have midnight adventures with you. What should I wear?" You ask him.

"I don't care as long as you are warm." You nod and being walking to your room. "Oh and your black face mask, it's cold out!" He calls out to you. You quickly get dressed in jeans and a soft pink hoodie before grabbing your black face mask.

Taehyung got you the face mask not only for when you get sick and when it's cold out but also for when you go to see him in public. You don't really feel like it's hiding but more of waiting until the world is ready.

When you walk back into the living room, Taehyung is leaning back, head over the back of your couch, his hair flopping over. His eyes were closed. "Aww poor baby is so tired.." You walk over and kiss his exposed forehead. Eyes open up and look at you. He stands up and puts his coat and everything else on.

"Ready?" He says in his muffled voice as he holds out his hand to you. "

Always." You smile behind the mask, knowing that even though he can't see your smile, he can see it in your eyes.

Taking his hand, he squeezes it once. You lock the door behind you and then venture into the night.

"So Tae Tae what do you have planned?" You ask him in an equally muffled voice.

"Jagiya, we're gonna to go to one of my favorite all night cafés and maybe go shopping in Dongdaemun at the night market or go get ice cream. I just want to be with you for as long as I can before my schedule for tomorrow."

You smile at his confession and are suddenly happy for the mask which is covering your blush. Taehyung sometimes doesn't mean to be romantic, he just says what is on his mind. But sometimes those things he says are actually quite romantic or just plain soft. You think it's really adorable when he does this.

Under the street lights, you feel at ease with Taehyung. It's not too cold out and Seoul is so beautiful at night. Soon you feel a tug on your hand and then you're running. Taehyung pulls you along as you both run down the sidewalk, past stores and other night owls.

"Tae why are you running?" You try to not sound out of breath as your cheeks get tinted pink by the extra blood flow. Then you suddenly stop and you crash into his chest.

"To make you breathless." Is all he says before he pulls down both of your masks and kisses you deep and long. You can tell he's missed you. Your head starts to swim and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears before Taehyung pulls away. You touch your cheeks, knowing that they are probably blazing red under the street lights.

You look up at him. His cheeks are the same way and he's breathing heavy.

"I've waited so long to be able to do that again." He looks down at you with kiss-swollen lips.

You cling onto him and push your face into his coat. "I've missed you so much Tae." He holds you too and squeezes you tightly. "I've missed you too Y/N." You stand there, holding each other, for a while, soaking into each other's warmth and presence.

After a little while, Tae loosens his arms and grabs your hand again. "Do you want to go to the café?" You nod and smile up at him before pulling your mask back up. Taehyung leads you into the night to the all-night café.

It's a cute, little quiet café, all lit up. "Do they know you Tae?" You asked quietly. Fans sometimes have a tendency to get a little... extreme around their favorite idols.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Lots of idols and trainees come here so they are used to it. They sort of take care of us." He smiles to reassure you. You nod and let him lead you into the café. He finds a table and sits down. A waitress comes over and takes your drink orders. Taehyung orders a coffee while you order a hot chocolate.

"How was your recent tour Tae?" You ask him over the table. "I tried to keep up with it as best as I could but then school got in the way."

"It was fun but tiring. I'm happy to be home though." He grins big at you, his adorable iconic rectangle smile. You giggle softly.

"That's good. I'm happy you're home too." You grin back at him.

"How are your studies jagiya?" Tae asks. "Is my genius girlfriend becoming even smarter?"

You laugh at his comment. "My studies are going well. Finals are soon, so it's crunch time."

Taehyung smiles. "That's good. I'm so proud of you Y/N. I don't know how you do it."

You smile back. "Aww Thank you Tae~."

The waitress comes back with your drinks, ending the conversation. You slowly sip your hot chocolate while Tae drinks his coffee.

"What is your schedule like tomorrow?" You ask in between sips of your hot chocolate.

" We have photo shoots tomorrow along with dance practice," He looks at you over his mug, "But I hope I will be able to sneak out to see you."

You kick him from under the table. "No, you could get yelled at!"

Taehyung captures your foot in between his legs and laughs at your struggling to get it out. "I'll be find Y/N. Don't worry about it." You huff and quit fighting him.

He lets go of your foot and leans forward to put one of his hand out on the table, palm up. You slip your hand into his and he softly rubs his thumb against yours.

After finishing your drinks, you go back out into the Seoul night air.

"Hmm... I want ice cream. Do you want some Y/N-ah?" He asks you.

"Sure, ice cream sounds good." He leans down and gives you a quick peck before pulling his mask back up.

Since no ice cream shops were open you end up going to a convenience store and buy ice cream there. You take your ice cream to a park to sit down and eat it. The park is softly lit up with a few couples milling around. You and Taehyung find a bench to sit down on to eat your ice cream.

He puts his arm around you and you lean into his warm chest. You can hear his heartbeat through his coat and you feel warm inside and out.

Right now nothing could be better.

Taehyung lightly shakes your shoulder when he notices you nodding off. "Y/N-ah, you fell asleep. We should get you home."

You gently rub your eyes and yawn quietly. "Alright."

He smiles and bends down, knees are touching the ground. "Jagiya, climb on my back. I want to give you a piggy back ride home."

"What?" You stand behind him slightly shocked.

"Just climb on." You laugh at how extra your boyfriend can be. But you still climb onto his back. He lifts you up effortlessly and heads back to your house with you draped across his back.

"I love you Tae." You say into the night sky.

"I love you too jagiya. So much."

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monggu-eomma · 7 years ago

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Push and Pull (Taehyung Scenario)

Warnings: Grossly cute.

Note: Several incidents where you find yourself bickering with your boyfriend about food.

0-1

“Say it!”

Taehyung bowed his head in shame, his fingers clasped together, and his body slightly swaying from side to side.

“Iateallyouricecream,” he quietly mumbled.

“What?”

Taehyung looked up to meet your hard stare, his brown eyes glistening with guilt and shame.

“I ate all your ice cream,” he said a little bit louder.

“Taehyung,” you whined when he finally confessed his crime.

“Y/N,” he whined as he playfully stomped his feet. You folded your arms and skeptically watched him as he came to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“A hug doesn’t make it better,” you weakly mumbled.

“Hugs make everything better,” he said. He nuzzled his nose into your hair and you gave up. This time you let him win.

1-1

“Give me cake or give me death,” Taehyung dramatically proclaimed as he entered the kitchen.

“It’s gonna have to be death. This cake isn’t for you,” you casually replied as you started breaking the eggs to put in mixing bowl with the sugar, butter, and vanilla.

“You’re not gonna share with me?” Taehyung asked as he looked at you with his infamous puppy-eye-dog look, but you knew better than to fall for that.

“It’s not for me, it’s for the people who just moved next door,” you explained, keeping your focus on mixing the batter and not on the way Taehyung wrapped his arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Just let me have one piece,” he begged, swaying your body and his body from side to side.

“Not-not today,” you playfully sang.

Taehyung stepped away from you, his eyes widening and his mouth forming the shape of an ‘o.’

“Did you just use a BTS’ song against me?” Taehyung asked.

You proudly smiled and nodded your head. “Sure did.”

Taehyung couldn’t even feign hurt as he smiled at your nonchalance and the use of a BTS lyric to deter him.

“You win this time, Y/N.”

2-2

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

Taehyung laughed as you huffed and folded your arms against your chest.

“There’s ketchup in my hair, Taehyung,” you complained.

“It was an accident,” he replied with a smile on his face that made you question his sincerity.

“Hmph.” You walked out of the kitchen with a frown that reminded Taehyung of the time you got upset at him for breaking your phone.

“Wait, don’t,” Taehyung said. He quickly walked to you and gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

You turned around to face him and sighed. “Normally I wouldn’t be too upset, but I have to wash this out of my hair and it takes a long time for my hair to dry, even when I use a blow dryer.”

“Good thing I’m not the one with ketchup in my hair,” Taehyung said before laughing at your misfortune at his hand.

You playfully glared at him as he continued to laugh and it was then and there that you decided that your vengeance must be taken swiftly. You ran to Taehyung and quickly ran your hands through your hair. He was shocked by your actions, but didn’t move until was too late. You placed your ketchup covered hands onto his hair and made sure to spread the ketchup as much as possible.

“Y/N,” Taehyung whined.

“All is fair in love and war,” you nonchalantly replied.

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btsinspirationtakesme · 7 years ago

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Roses In Thorns

Summary

Being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems; enemies grew from every thorn and you were one of the greatest roses to target.

You didn’t expect the greatest thorn to prick you to be he who was assigned to protect you- Jeon Jungkook.

Genre: Angst, (the good type), fluff, future smut in story line.

BodyguardJungkook, Mafia

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Part 2

Part 1- YN POV

“Can you get down?” Taehyung asked, holding the ladder for you steady. You were worried you were going to fall flat on your ass, but it didn’t matter at this moment. You just wanted to get down out of sight and to Emily’s party. You didn’t drug your bodyguard for nothing.

“Hold on, I’m jumping!” You braced yourself as you stuck your legs out from the ladder and jumped. Luckily, Taehyung caught you.

“Awh Tae, such a ladies man.” You winked cockily as you were set down. You brushed your dress off, happy everything was left in tact and snaked your arm around Taehyung’s.

“Aren’t I amazing Taehyung, could you do that?” You asked, smirking.

Taehyung was the boy next door who you grew up with. Your parents both worked in the same…business. Taehyung and you got each other, you had each others backs in times like these. All you really wanted to do was just go out and have some fun, but being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems: enemies grew from every thorn, and you were one of the greatest roses to target.

You were from a family that had been in this business since 1809 when the opium trade was rife. Your family had a series of alliances with the British, jotted somewhere in the history books as one of your ancestors amassed fortunes spanning Asia. Over time, enemies had grown in great numbers and they targeted those close to the current head of the entire family. Three years ago, your father was given the role of head and you were on the list of most targeted people in Korea, if not South East Asia.

“I’ve been given more freedom than you Y/N and you know that.” Taehyung said, taking you to the car he had parked.

Snapping out of your heritage thoughts, you figured Taehyung was right. Some things never changed, including how conservative the people in your world could be to their daughters. Tae, while restricted had the freedom to go out and live his life like any normal 21 year old could; provided he had a gun tucked away under his pocket and security detail following him not far off.

You on the other hand, were expected to be a rose in a steel glass cage. Sheltered, monitored, protected, guarded- you name every protectionate word and you were supposed to be the object of its affection.

“These gender expectations irk me you know. Promise you’ll never do that to your daughter Taehyung.” You said, hoping your best friend would never be over bearing as your father and uncles.

“Never. It’s a free world ma cherie.” Taehyung smiled, a hand over your shoulders as he gave the instructions to his driver on where to go.

“I hope Sir Y/N/F/N is okay with this. I really don’t want to get in trouble for taking you two out without permission.” Taehyung’s driver subtly warned.

You hid your smile.

“I won’t have anyone taking the blame for my mistakes, besides- appa needs to learn how to live a little.” You said, hoping the driver didn’t do anything rash like call your dad.

You saw his eyebrows rise and then a sense of defeat going down as he proceeded to drive.

“What did you do to your body guard this time?” Taehyung asked, scrolling through his instagram as his other arm still rested on your shoulders.

“I made him a cup of coffee, spiked it and then stuffed a sock in his mouth before getting ready.” You said casually, twirling his fingers that were hanging just off your shoulder.

“Well it’s a step up from locking them in the food cupboard.” Taehyung admitted, reminding you of your weakest performance getting rid of a bodyguard.

“I wish appa would just give up, y’know. I’m too smart for the doofs he hires.” You said, lying your head back on Taehyung’s arm.

“You know, Y/N you really do have enemies. People would love to see nothing more than your dads little pride and joy deflowered and tortured before his very eyes.” Taehyung said, giving you a knowing glare.

“Then why’d you take me out if you’re on his side?” You said, shoving his arm away.

“I knew if i said no, you’d go out anyway and then no one who cares about you would know where you were.” He said in the most calmest voice, like it was the obvious thing to do.

“No, no, no. That’s- you’re supposed to be on my side, Tae.” You said, annoyed Taehyung was taking you to Emily’s because he didn’t trust you. It seemed like no body trusted you around here.

“I am on your side, but I’m not stupid. People really want to see you dead, Y/N.I get that your security details can get over bearing, but they’re really just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Save it, Taehyung. You’ve got your own motives too. You’re probably just trying to get into my pants.” You said as the car halted in front of Emily’s house. You shook Taehyung’s arm off and got out the door the driver had opened for you.

You smiled at him. ‘Thanks Ajusshi, I owe you.”

You strutted inside, ignoring Taehyung’s calls to wait up for him. Taehyung, the boy you grew up with but also the boy that was your first kiss. Taehyung, who probably put on the I’ll-take-you-to-Emily’s- act because he knew there could be something in it for him.

Kim Taehyung, son of the other oldest mafia groups- like his father, known for his sweet talk but ulterior motives.

You weren’t going to be anyones pawn. You weren’t a girl made of glass.

“You made it, thank goodness I thought we’d have to sneak up and get you out!” You found Emily, the hostess of the party. She was one of your closest friends from boarding school and her mother was a hacker. You were both introduced when you were young whilst your parents went on their business trips.

Her eccentric attitude was infectious.

“I wouldn’t miss it, this is the fifth time I’ve managed to get out without being busted. I’m a pro at this now.” You said, as you took a flute of champagne from the waiter who had just passed you.

“She won’t be a pro any longer if she keeps this up.” Taehyung said from behind, joining you and Emily now.

“T-Taehyung. I didn’t know you’d show up.” You knew that face, Emily had always had a crush on Taehyung. Recently it had gotten worse, and you hoped they’d hit it off soon. Taehyung was a hopeless puppy set on someone closer to his home though.

You sighed. You couldn’t deal with this much emotion.

“I’m gonna get something else to drink, who else wants some?” You asked, ignoring Taehyung’s warning look.

“Me!” Emily yelled as you already started turning on your heel.

The music had risen a few beats up, bodies were swaying to the rhythm as you slithered in an out. You paused every few moments to get lost in the music yourself. Ah, you felt good. You felt free.

A small part of you inside still had that delicious feeling: rebelliousness.

“Enjoying yourself there princess?” A cool voice set the hairs on the back of your neck at edge as you filled the punch in your cup mid way through.

You slowly turned towards the voice, which was closer to your body than you had thought.

“I hope you wouldn’t mind pouring me a glass.” He smiled a breathtaking smile. Soft dark hair touched the tip of his eyebrows, with warm brown eyes and a gifted face. You were cross torn between saying if he looked angelic or sinful. It was somewhere in between.

The suit he wore hinted more sin, but the smile on his face was angelic.

“I need a name first for that kind of service.” You tilted your head, a smirk on your own face as you met his eyes that were boring into yours.

“J. Just call me J.” He said, closing in on you as he put his hands on both sides of the bunch table you were now back against.

Daring, you thought.

You acted unfazed, turning your back which was now right against him and poured him a glass of punch. Slowly, you turned back against him to face him with an innocent smile on your face.

“Thanks. I’m parched.” He said, backing away as you felt his member come alive against you.

Make your move Y/N, make your move you said as you pep talked yourself. You wanted him.

You really wanted him.

You watched the way he drunk the glass of refreshment in one go, veins straining out from his neck.

Who was this J, and why had you never seen him around before?

“Y/N! What’s taking you so long- oh. Hi.” Emily had come up from nowhere to you, and was stopped as her eyes rested on this ‘J’.

“Emily! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Thanks for inviting me. I hope you don’t mind I brought along Jungkook, my plus one.” A girl you had seen around threaded her arm over Jungkook, who looked at your annoyed reaction and smirked.

“Nice to meet you ladies.” He said, acting like the gentleman you knew he so wasn’t by his behaviour just a moment ago.

“No problem, I hope you both have a good time.” Emily said. This J- or Jungkook’s girlfriend excused them both and Emily turned to look at you.

“We thought you were both about to fuck, what the hell happened? What an idiot!’ She hissed, referring to this new Jungkook.You were going to also agree with Emily, you had your sights fully set on him. He looked and fitted every imaginary box you had in the back of your mind. You were pissed.

“Ugh, it’s nothing. Come on, let’s get drunk.” You said, taking her arm and pouring yourself shots of punch. You both drunk one, followed by another, and you were going to stop on your second shot but you spotted those familiar eyes burning a hole into the back of your neck. Jungkook. You didn’t even know him apart from his half angelic/sinful face and body but he was already annoying you. You proceeded with your third shot.

Taehyung had eventually joined you both, who were now tipsy from the 13th shot of sweet poison you both had practically inhaled.

“KIM TAEEEEHYUNG YOU MONSTER, HOW ARE YOU SO CUTE!” You yelled, putting your arms over Taehyung as you sloppily danced with him, shooting Jungkook a death glare since his eyes still followed yours despite his hands being tucked under his girlfriend.

“HEY, MINE YOU BITCH!” Emily said, laughing between hick ups. You pouted at her.

“I’M SORRY EM, HE’S ALL YOURS- YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE THE MOS-” Your voice was shut up by a familiar sound you had grown up with: gunshots.

Emily screamed, whilst you and Tae looked at each other confused.

“Y/N- run!” Taehyung yelled before getting his gun out to shoot someone in front of you. You were dazzled, the gun shots started firing fast and you were caught in the midst. You hated the helpless feeling. Your leg was pulled down by Emily, who was cowering under the bar with tears streaked on her face.

“Y/N…tell me it’s not true. Please, please, please, I can’t be friends with someone whose family murder-”

“Emily!” You screamed, as a circle of blood expanded from her centre. She was shot. You looked up to see the perpetrator.

Jungkook.

Tears welled in your eyes, angry tears in an instant as you held Emily in your arms. “Em-” Your arm was yanked up by Jungkook.

“Do you know who my father is? He’ll have you fed to dogs.” You threatened in your most dire voice. Jungkook smirked.

“Come on princess, we don’t have all day.” In an instant he flipped you over his shoulders tightly, locking your legs in the process.

You bit him.

“Ouch, feisty.” He said in the midst of more gunshots.

“Keep your head down or you’ll get shot, brat!” He yelled, as you tried your best to escape him.

Who was he?

What was going on?

Emily was dead. Emily, the girl you had been friends with since you were 5, was dead in the space of a few seconds.

Jungkook killed Emily.

You bit him again.

“As much as I’m into kinky shit princess, nows not the time. Ahh, you sure don’t hold back do you?!” He said as you proceeded to vigorously bite his neck to get him to put you down.

You hated feeling so helpless.

“My father will destroy you if I don’t first- you piece of shi-” BANG!

________________________________________________________________

You opened your eyes to a familiar face: Dr. Jin.

You felt your eyelids being expanded by his fingers as your vitals were checked.

“All clear, seems like just a fall. You’ll be fine in no time.” Dr. Jin said calmly. Slowly regaining more consciousness, you tried to lift yourself up from bed.

Bed. You were home by the looks of it. You had just been smacked out cold a few minutes ago though, it didn’t make sense.

“You’ve been asleep for two days now. I’m going to leave some medication for you to take if you feel like it, but you’ll mostly be fine. Any issues, give me a call.” Dr. Jin said sweetly, his handsome face lathered in empathy.

Two Days?! You had somehow managed to be taken back to the safety of your home and out cold for two days.

You were probably a nightmare to treat. You felt bad. Dr Jin was one of those rare people you actually liked and you usually had nigh terrors in your sleep, most certainly not a pretty sight.

“Thank you. Does my father know about this?” You asked hesitantly.

“I, Y/N that’s not really my place. Please don’t try to get into any more trouble from now on though.” Dr. Jin tried to warn you.

“You know where I am if you ever need to find me. Come see me about those night terrors you’re having when you feel ready.” His warm smile was something you didn’t deserve, but basked in anyway.

“Thanks, Jin. I really appreciate it.” You said, letting out a small bit of your appreciative side.

“Anytime.” He said before leaving your room.

Just when you thought you would be able to get a bit more sleep before the realities of what had happened two days before caught up with you, Jin’s exit paved the way for your parents and their team to come in.

“Kim Taehyung and you are the most irresponsible mafia heirs I have ever seen in my entire life doing this! Explain yourself!” Mother joy, your mother was clearly distressed. You knew it by how her ever changing nails hadn’t changed from when you last saw her. They were still hot blue.

“Mother, my head hurts.” You said, trying to escape yourself from her doting wrath.

“We had Dr. Jin give us an all clear before coming in. Explain yourself, Y/N. Surely you know how you’re one of the most wanted targets in this family!” Your mother had another outburst, and small part of your felt bad. You quickly pushed it back down.

“I need to live my life normally. What I want is answers though. One of my best friends is dead, why?” You asked, now looking at your father. He was in a navy pinestripe suit with a solemn expression.

“The entire hacker family was supposed to die that night. I had put extra provisions in to make sure you didn’t end up there, but you just couldn’t listen could you?”

The reality of the situation just sunk in.

“You were going, no- wait, you were planning on killing Emily?” Your eyes doubled up into the size of saucers in surprise.

“Whilst I don’t like involving you and your mother in the business, simply yes. The hackers were swayed away from being loyal to us, the risk they posed was too great to not avoid. You know how we go on sweetheart.” Just like that, your father had explained killing like it was the most natural thing ever. It was what you had grown up with.

For the first time, you got a taste of how your family was successful all these generations.

You were ruthless.

Ruthless killers.

That didn’t explain who Jungkook- who had killed Emily was. Was he working for your father?

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet your new bodyguard.” Your fathers voice took you out of your thoughts that were just starting to unravel.

The men separated into two files to reveal the sinfully angelic face that you had met two nights ago.

Jungkook.

“I think you owe your life to Jungkook, Y/N.” Your mother said, forcing you to tear your eyes away from him. They were filled on the brink of tears. He killed Emily.

“He killed Emily.” You said in a solemn voice.

“Emily was planning on killing you, don’t you get it? Y/N. Welcome to the family business. People will use you to get close to you before they do something. Loyalties change. Learn the rules of this family, it’s about time.” Your father tried to reason. Your eyes flitted back between him and your mother, who had her head down meaning she agreed.

Betrayal. Emily was planning to betray you.

It was all too heavy for your mind and heart, but you’d hide it.

“I still don’t want him as my bodyguard.” You said, casting him a glance. He shot you a cocky smirk.

“Jungkook’s one of the finest, I had to go through a lot of hoops just to get him. You will not be attempting anymore midnight excursions with the Taehyung boy, or with anyone else. You’re under house arrest. Jungkook will be with you every moment of everyday. If you by so help me God, attempt to pull one on him- not that you’ll be able to, you’ll be sent off to Seychelles.”

Seychelles, where your grandmother lived in hiding.

“Am I 12, to you? You can’t do this.” You fought back.

“As long as you’re under my protection, I will be. This is for your safety, Y/N.” Your father said sternly.

You listened to his stern words, but didn’t accept anything he had said. You were still going to live your life, you had managed to get through 3 body guards in the past month alone by confusing them, making them quit or locking them in cupboards with spiked drinks. Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Don’t think of pulling anything.” He warned again.

You smiled sweetly. “Of course not, appa. I’ve learnt my lesson.” You lied, but your father believed you since you were his only daughter and pride.

You saw Jungkook lowly chuckle out of the corner of your eyes.

“Good. Your mother and I have a flight to catch in a couple of hours. Make sure to see us before you go.” Your mother and father kissed you gently on the forehead before leaving with their entourage.

“Don’t let her be too much of a bother.” Your father patted Jungkook’s shoulder as he left.

“I enjoy challenges sir, it won’t be too much of a hassle I’m sure.” Jungkook beamed a breathaking smile at your father back. You could tell your father loved him already, he barely ever smiled at his men.

The room was empty, apart from you and Jungkook your new body guard.

You stared at him, dressed in a black fitting sweater and caramel trousers. Who the hell glows dressed like that? Jungkook did clearly.

“Hi Princess.” He smiled that same cocky smile you had seen those nights ago.

“Stay out of my room, Jungkook. All the other bodyguards had the decency to do that.” You scowled.

“I’m not like the others, princess. Room’s airy, no?” He then sauntered over to your window to shut it.

“I’ll be keeping this from now on too.” He- he’d managed to find your secret pick lock for the windows under your desk too.

That was your only means of escape.

“Are you serious?!” You yelled.

Jungkook simply smiled at you back. “I know every fucking trick there is to know in the book, princess. Try and get past me. I dare you.” He challenged.

“You won’t last long.” You said back.

“I do love challenges. Especially from princesses like yourself. You can’t run to daddy now, not when he knows your always trying to get out.” Jungkook zoned in on you, closer to your bed. Your heart rate accelerated, but you pushed it back down.

“Go to hell.” Those were your last words before you decided to fling the covers off yourself and walk to your bathroom.

You heard Jungkook’s footsteps.

“Are you going to watch me pee too?” You challenged, ready to throw a punch.

“Call me if you’re showering, then we’ll talk.” He winked, before backing away.

Cocky bastard, you thought.

Beautiful cocky bastard.

Luckily you had clothes to change into in your bathroom to save yourself from embarrassment. Dressed in a white tee and jeans, you came out with wet hair to see Jungkook reading a book from your shelf.

“You know, I never took you for the sappy romance kind of girl. Really?” He showed you the cover of Wuthering Heights, where you had left your bookmark in.

“So much angst, that can’t be healthy you know.”

“I never took you for the read a book kind of guy.” You shot back as you grabbed a fresh towel from your drawer and started to towel dry your hair.

“I majored in Math, but I had a minor in English in college. Don’t let the looks fool you, princess.”

“Maybe you can help me with my math homework.” You said absentmindedly.

“I could help you with a lot of things.” He zoned in on you from behind, which made you stop drying your hair midway.

It reminded you all too clearly of that night meeting him, where you were set on fu-

Your phone rang.

It gave you an excuse to leave his trap, so you dashed over to your bedside table.

Taehyung.

“Taehyung, are you okay?!” You yelled down the phone.

“I’m fine, I got out there pretty safe actually. My father had some of our men there, I had no clue. “ You didn’t believe that for one second, Taehyung always knew.

A small part of your heart warmed at the thought though, even without Jungkook- you wouldn’t be dead. Taehyung would have your back.

You realised you should really apologise for lashing out on him like you did in the car on the way to the party.

“My place, we’ll have brunch on the porch and talk this over.” Taehyung proposed.

“I can’t.” You said looking back over to where Jungkook was standing a couple of feet away from you. He now had a solemn expression, analysing your movements over the phone.

“I have a new bodyguard. I don’t think I can stuff him in a cupboard just yet.” You said, a little louder so Jungkook could hear what you were capable of.

“I’ll come over to you then.”

“Great, I’ll make us some brunch.” You said, before saying your goodbyes and putting the phone down.

“Does daddy know you have a boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, following you out of your room as you descended down the spiralled stairs to the kitchen.

You ignored him all the way there.

“Let’s keep our personal lives secret.” You winked back at him, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Ma’am. Would you like me to make you anything?” Sylvia, your elderly cook was in the kitchen.

“No thank you. Taehyung’s coming over, so I’d like to make us something. You’re excused for now.” You said sweetly.

Sylvia excused herself and you got to work taking out all the ingredients you’d need from the fridge. You ignored Jungkook, who was now sat on one of the kitchen stools following your every move.

“Does appa think I’ll burn the kitchen too, now?” You asked haughtily, as you saw Jungkook glare at you from the corner of your eyes as you whipped up the pancake mix you were making.

Jungkook cast his eyes away from you momentarily.

There was a silence between you both as you worked, which you welcomed. You could still feel his eyes watching your every move, but you didn’t care. You loved cooking, and the kitchen downstairs was where you were most comfortable. You didn’t have too much control over your life, but you did have control here.

It was your space.

You had managed to whip up some stacks of pancake, a bowl of fruit salad and freshly squeezed orange juice in no time at all. It felt rude to not offer Jungkook any, and you figured he’d be hungry too. The look in his eyes gave it away.

“Here. Eat.” You said to Jungkook as you made him a plate.

“Wow, she has manners.” He said as he took the plate from you.

You didn’t know why, but you were particularly looking forward to his expression once he tasted what you had made. He had on a poker face, but it slipped momentarily when he had his first bite.

It was…cute.

“What are you smiling for?” He asked as he looked up at you, face full of pancake like a bunny.

“Nothing.” You said, breaking away from his gaze.

“I brought us some- Y/N get down!” Taehyung’s voice filled the hollow kitchen, and you were grabbed by Jungkook in a split second as he pushed you behind him.

Taehyung had his gun pointed to Jungkook, and Jungkook had his gun pointed to Taehyung.

Thee testosterone in the room was overwhelming.

“Tae, it’s okay! Emily’s family were trying to kill me, he saved me.” You said from behind Jungkook’s protection.

“Why is he here then?” Taehyung wasn’t dropping his gun.

“Appa thinks he’ll make a great new bodyguard.” You said sarcastically.

“Drop the gun, kid.” Jungkook warned in his most deadliest voice.

Taehyung chuckled lowly before putting his gun back inside.

Jungkook did so too, and you broke free from his grasp.

“Tae.” You said looking at him as you made your way over to him, walking into his open arms.

“I was going to get you out, you know that right?” He said into your ear.

Jungkook heard and scoffed at your moment with Taehyung.

“I know you were, thank you. Let’s eat.” You said as you pulled Taehyung by the hand over to the kitchen island to sit where you passed him a plate of pancakes.

“Mmmmm…these are good, right bodyguard?” Taehyung said after his first bite, gesturing to Jungkook who was still on his plate.

He looked like a bunny caught in red lights, a stark difference from the usual stern and cocky attitude.

Jungkook mumbled what sounded like an agreement before going back to eating.

“Why’d you think Emily’s family changed loyalties?” You asked Taehyung, breaking him out of his brief interaction with Jungkook.

“Well, you know what’s common in our world. Money, sex, power. It was one of those three.” Taehyung stated, listing the reasons on his fingers.

“My bets power. The hackers always wanted a bit more respect from your household and it was obvious for them to get to you to spite your father.” Taehyung reasoned.

“You seem to know a lot about their motives.” Jungkook intervened, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Taehyung as he sat back.

You watched Taehyung’s reaction carefully. “It’s one of the most plausible. Power sells better than only sex in our world. Look at Y/N here, she’ll probably be wed off to the son of some powerful heir to cement alliances. It’s how we work. Have been for centuries.” Taehyung said not breaking Jungkook’s gaze.

It was uncharacteristic of him. Taehyung was everything you would never expect to be in the mafia world. He was sweet, fun and lighthearted.

It was like Taehyung’s father was talking.

“Tae, you don’t need to be so direct.” You chuckled.

“It’s true Y/N, you’re going to have to accept it someday or another soon.” Taehyung momentarily flicked his eyes back to you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you pushed them back down like you pushed any sort of feeling you had.

Always pushing things back down.

“I want to get drunk.” You said, you didn’t care if it was only midday. You wanted to numb the thought of your future wed off to some mafia heir, probably miles older than you, the older the more powerful usually.

“I have to meet my father later to discuss some things. I can’t see you all the time Y/N, it’s what I came here to say. I’m going to be accompanying him on a few trips.” Taehyung said, ignoring your proposal to do something.

“But-Tae-” You tried to get him to listen to you.

“It’s time we start to take on our roles Y/N. Last night was just an example of the life we’ll have to face. You’ll always have enemies, I’ll always have enemies and I’m going to be making a lot more as my father passes down his mantle to me.” This was uncharacteristic of the sweet Taehyung you knew.

It was like he was trying to put on an act for himself.

“Take care of her.” Taehyung said, after kissing you on the forehead looking to Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffed. Both of their eyes met they narrowed their eyes at each other.

“With my life. I’m her protector after all.”

“You know to call me if you need anything Y/N.” Taehyung said, unable to tear his eyes away from staring down Jungkook.

You scoffed. I want my friend back, you thought.

Jungkook broke his gaze out of respect, realising he was staring down a mafia heir which in your world- his position did not allow. Taehyung tore his gaze away and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

A few tears escaped your eyes.

Jungkook was staring at you, a sigh escaped his lips. He took the plates on the kitchen island and took them over to the sink, turning the tap on.

“Where do you keep your washing up stuff?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Left drawer.” You replied, surprised by how croaky your voice had been after a few tears.

You decided to help him, as you both worked in silent union as Jungkook washed and you dried the plates.

The weirdest thing was it was oddly comforting, normal.

You never had normal.

Not when you grew up with seeing men in suits with bloodstains on them casually coming into the kitchen for a bite to eat, guns laying around in odd bits of the house and deadly eyes following your every move. Your father tried to avoid business and the home, but they were far too connected for him to realise.

“What are you smiling at?” Jungkook asked, a small smile on his lips.

“Nothing.” You said.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

Jungkook washed his hands and turned the tap off. He turned on his back and leaned against the sink.

“I, I couldn’t hear that. Did you just say thank you?” Jungkook mocked.

You rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Okay, okay. Thank you.” You said clearly.

Jungkook winked, and you hoped the blush that followed your cheeks wasn’t visible.

“What are you going to do with the rest of your day?” Jungkook asked, turning to tilt his head to you.

“Wanna get drunk with me?” You asked, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You could even drug him up in the process and sneak out.

“Nice try, princess.” He scoffed.

You sighed. You were alone with an insanely hot guy who- in all other circumstances, if he wasn’t your bodyguard, would be upstairs in your room right now. You started biting your lip at the thought.

“You’re thinking about it, right? I know you are.” Jungkook leaned forwards towards you.

“I’m thinking about what I’d do to you if we weren’t so rudely interrupted those nights ago.” Jungkook said in your ear, his voice was cool like those nights ago. He closed in on you, trapping you with his arms resting on both sides of the counter.

“Too bad you’ll never find out princess.” He said as his lips ghosted over yours.

With that, all traces of contact were ripped away as Jungkook moved away.

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” You said, more of a statement than a question.

“That blush is riveting.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask how upset you were from Jungkook’s reluctance to make a move.

Eventually you announced that you were going to go down to the library to read, and Jungkook followed suit. It was hard to concentrate knowing he was there, in all his scowling, cocky glory. You were surprised your father had even allowed him to be near you like this, he clearly thought you had no interest in men. That, or Jungkook had charmed him.

He was charming.

“Who are you?” You asked, realising you knew nothing about your new bodyguard.

You usually never knew anything about your body guard, but Jungkook was different.

You nearly fucked him at a party.

He glanced up at you from the book he was reading sat across you on a leather chair.

“Did you get memory loss too from your fall?” He asked.

“No, don’t avoid my question. Who are you, where are you from, why did my father hire you?” You asked.

Jungkook sighed.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, my uncle knows your father and recommended me. I’m working my way up the ranks and he hired me because I’m fucking badass.” He said, but you didn’t buy it. In the short time you knew him you figured Jungkook wasn’t the type to work his way up the ranks- he had to be at the top.

You’d figure the truth out, but you let it slide for now.

You were about to dig in for some more answers to other things, but Jungkook’s phone rang a couple of times.

“Answer it.” You said.

“It’s family. Stay put here, okay?” Jungkook sent a warning glance your way.

You rolled your eyes and nodded.

Jungkook POV:

“This isn’t a good time.” Jungkook said, looking to make sure the coast was clear as he picked up to answer.

“Haven’t you killed her yet?” The voice on the phone asked.

“You think I can just snap her neck on the first day of the job?” Jungkook hissed.

“Do it soon. The sooner the better, her father will be putty in our hands when his little girl is dripping in blo–” Jungkook cut him off.

“Give me more time. I need her to open up to me.” He said.

“Just do your job Jungkook.” The voice hung up.

Jungkook nearly threw his phone across the room outside the library, but clutched it like a stress ball instead.

He was already supposed to have snapped the girls neck in two by now. He had no reason not to, they were in the perfect situation. A secluded house, a naive girl and the friend who had decided to leave her.

He was going to do it in the kitchen, he planned to get it over and done with after her friend left.

Then she cried.

He couldn’t fucking kill her when she was crying, could he? He wasn’t that heartless, was he?

He was Jeon Jungkook, heartless was supposed to be his middle name.

He had a knife in his backpocket, ready and ripe to go. He was so ready to just stick the weapon in her neck but she just had to look at him with doe eyes.

Why did she have to smile at him like that? She wasn’t anything special. When he first took on the case, he figured it would be easy as cake. Difficult to kill the daughter of one of the most feared men alive, but he had no sympathy for the girl before she struck a cord with him. She was supposed to be a spoilt mafia princess that wanted nothing more than to do her hair and play on Daddy’s yacht.

She wasn’t supposed to be the girl that effortlessly danced around the kitchen, a victim of the mafia world thrust on expectations to marry old men and make babies, a girl with a lot of will power and might. She wasn’t supposed to be any of those things. She wasn’t supposed to be feisty.

She wasn’t supposed to be interesting.

Jungkook needed to get his head in the right place, he’d seen a billion pretty faces in his time and snapped the necks of them in an instant.

Why couldn’t he just snap hers?

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a scream that he instantly recognised as Y/N’s.

No, no no, this couldn’t happen to him now. Were his men deciding to take things in their own hands?

AN: I can’t wait to write this entire series! It’s going to be one of my main projects this summer, I’m SO excited.

#jungkook #bts reactions #jungkook fic #jungkook mafia #mafiakook #bts fanfic #taehyung #taehyungfic #bts scenarios

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captain-shookie · 6 years ago

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I don't remember who I sent this too and I feel so bad😭 I'm not ignoring you either sweetie, I just can't find you to save my life

#fanfic #help #ask #bts #Taehyung #taehyungfic

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thebangtancloud · 2 years ago

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One + One = Four ~ Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (+best friend! Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of y/n being on her period and gaining weight. Mentions of drugs. Use of names like 'Daddy' and slightly suggestive conversations. Yoongi being overly excited and giddy over the whole deal.

Summary: Over a year into your marriage with Taehyung, you finally get the chance to break the good news to him.

A/n: Requested by sweet @taehyungfics || I had begun writing this so many months ago, and I so clearly remember getting ready to post this one night and that was when I found out my grandma was diagnosed with cancer, so I had little to no time to finish up this story. So here it is! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this one!!

This is written as a sequel to One + One = Three and can also be read as a sequel to this little piece.

“Hi bubba,” Yoongi smiled softly at you, welcoming you into his arms with a gentle pat to your head. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” you grinned back at him, patting his arms. “You’ve been working out.”

“You noticing that is making my ego inflate, careful now,” Yoongi joked, ushering you into the house and closing the door.

“As it should. Where’s everyone?”

“All the way in the bedroom. They’ve all piled onto my bed, the A/c’s stopped working in all the other rooms and the weather is too hot.”

“It sure is,” you whispered, more to yourself because Yoongi had disappeared briefly into the kitchen. You slipped your shoes off, placing your bag and keys by the table beside the door. Yoongi had returned by then, offering you a bottle of iced water.

“My lifesaver,” you groaned in pleasure, accepting the bottle from him with a playful salute.

“Might wanna be careful with your words there,” he chuckled. “I have no doubt Taehyung would trample me to death if he hears you call me that.”

“He wouldn’t,” you laughed lightly, shaking your head at Yoongi.

“Whatever you say,” he sang with a smirk, gesturing towards his bedroom. “Let get out of this furnace already.”

The moment you entered, Taehyung’s face lit up, jumping off of the bed without a second thought, no doubt sacrificing his precious spot on the mattress which Jungkook soon claimed. The bed was too small to fit seven people and Jungkook had no shame in admitting that his ass had probably flattened a few inches by sitting on the floor for so long.

Taehyung took you under his arm, grinning down at you and holding your hand up to place a gentle kiss over your knuckles.

“Hi, wifey.”

“Hey, hubby,” you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze.

He gazed down at the ring on your left finger, a simple gold band that matched with the one he had on his own finger. It amazed him that of all the possible designs in the world, you had fallen in love with the simplest one, a magnificent shine to the metal that had now made its home over your finger. Taehyung let his thumb trace the ring, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips until he was smiling widely, his eyes squinting at the action.

“It’s been a year, yet I can’t believe we’re married.”

“It’s a new journey,” you chuckled lightly. “We’ve known each other for so long that our marriage seems like a door that we simply walked through.”

“Are you guys going to keep standing there?”

Your head snapped over to the corner of the room where Hoseok was seated – on the floor – propped up against the window with his phone in his hand.

“Hi, Hobi,” you chuckled, waving at him.

“Hey, darling.”

“We’re here, too,” Jimin pouted, pointing at the four men who had somehow placed themselves over the bed, fitting into each other like puzzle blocks.

“Hi guys,” you laughed, waving at each one of them.

“Hiiii,” they all greeted you in sync, which brought a big smile to your face.

“You’re glowing, (Y/n),” Namjoon observed, pointing towards your skin. Taehyung took another look at your face after Namjoon spoke, gently turning you to face him.

“You are,” he confirmed with a soft smile. “New skin care products?”

“It’s love,” you giggled, pinching him in the ribs. From somewhere, you heard someone gag at the way you were flirting with Taehyung, but you didn’t mind.

“We’ll have to get a chair or something,” Yoongi muttered distractedly, pointing around the room. “There’s no place for (Y/n) to sit.”

“So much for gender equality,” Hoseok snorted, glaring at Yoongi. “You’re willing to bring a chair for (Y/n) but you don’t mind me sitting on the floor?”

“Shut up.”

“(Y/n), you can take my place,” Namjoon was about to get up, but you quickly shook your head.

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll help Yoongi get a few chairs, there’s four people without a seat.”

“I’m so happy you noticed,” Hoseok sighed into his hands, rolling onto the floor to lie down. “My ass hurts so much.”

“I’ll help you,” Taehyung mumbled, looking into your eyes with concern. “The chairs would be heavy.”

“They aren’t,” Yoongi intervened. “They’re foldable. Very light.”

Your eyebrows raised in Taehyung’s direction.

“They’re light.”

“I can still help,” he offered kindly.

“You could help us by making us a few drinks,” Yoongi suggested. “It’s too hot and you’re good at making drinks.”

“He’s right,” you agreed with Yoongi, shrugging your shoulders in Taehyung’s direction. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together in thought, taking a good twenty seconds before he nodded with two determined claps.

“Okay! Lemonade for everyone today!”

“Do we have whiskey?” Jimin asked.

“No drinks today.”

“We didn’t ask you,” Jungkook smacked Jin’s thigh, which pulled a loud yelp from the eldest.

“Hey!”

“No drinks today,” Yoongi confirmed, nodding in Taehyung’s direction. “It’s too hot to be drinking. Lemonade should be perfect.”

“Okay!”

“I want some ice-cream,” Jungkook whined into the mattress. “Everything is burning.”

“I want some too,” Hoseok piped up.

“Should I go get some?” Namjoon asked. Two heads popped up in an instant, expectant eyes staring back at Namjoon.

“Would you?”

“In this heat?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Uh,” Namjoon reconsidered. “I take my words back.”

The two boys whined in dismay, big pouts covering their faces.

“You’re no fun!”

You laughed at the way they all interacted, patting Taehyung’s arm and pushing him towards the door.

“Let’s get going.”

“What’re you doing?”

You turned to look at Yoongi who was standing by the window, holding a hand above his eyes and squinting at you through the blazing sun.

“Come back in! You’ll get sunburnt!”

“Yoongi, there’s an injured bird here! I can’t leave it out in the heat!”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head at your concern. He was almost about to tell you to let it be, but one look at the frown on your face made him give up, slipping his feet into his sandals and rushing down the stairs to come help you.

“The leg is broken,” you whispered dreadfully when Yoongi kneeled beside you. He was a little hesitant to touch the pigeon but you had already gripped it in your hands, gently stroking its head in an attempt to comfort it.

“Poor thing,” he muttered under his breath, feeling the sun drain his energy quickly like it was sucking it up through a straw that was attached to his skull.

“Let’s take it back in.”

“Yeah, we should – ah.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in panic when you doubled over in discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

You winced, placing the pigeon on the floor briefly to press both of your hands into your stomach.

“It’s… uh,” you trailed off, not knowing how to explain it to Yoongi.

“You’re in pain? Where is it? How bad is it?”

“It’s normal,” you mumbled, avoiding his eye.

“Are you on your period?” He looked worried.

“No,” you shook your head.

“Then?” Yoongi frowned deeply, placing a soft hand over your shoulder. “How is this normal?”

“It’s… normal. The doctor said that it happens sometimes.”

“You’ve been to the doctor? Is it serious?”

Yoongi raised a hand to wipe at the sweat that was dripping down the side of your face, holding a hand out to shield you from the scorching heat.

“Yoongi,” you bit your lip, looking away. “It’s… uhm.”

“I’m not trying to be offensive,” he held a hand up in the air to make sure you knew he was being serious. “But you’ve put on a little weight. I noticed when I hugged you. Is something wrong? I’ve never seen you this way in the eight years that I’ve known you.”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly, nodding at Yoongi. “Yeah, I have gained some weight. Taehyung noticed it too, but he would never say.”

Yoongi simply gave you a look, awaiting an explanation. You looked back down at the bird, settling onto the burning ground and taking it back into your hands.

“(Y/n), if you aren’t feeling well, we should go back in. It’s too hot, you might feel drained.”

“There’s something that I needed to tell you,” you mumbled, stroking the head of the pigeon delicately. “Usually, I have Taehyung to talk to. But this is something that I needed to discuss with someone else first.”

“Are you terminally sick?” Yoongi asked in a dreadful whisper.

“No!” you yelped, eyes wide in horror. “No. I’m not. Thank God for that.”

“Yeah,” he sighed softly, settling onto the ground as well. He placed his feet flat on the floor so that his bare thighs and calves wouldn’t touch the burning concrete.

“You can tell me anything bubba,” Yoongi smiled a little, giving you a nod of reassurance. “You’ve been our friend for the longest time. There’s no doubt we’ve taken you as our little sister.”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly at his words. “That’s…great to know.”

“Exactly. Now what is it that you cannot tell Taehyung before us? Is he drinking a lot?”

“He doesn’t drink much,” you shook your head. “It’s not about him, actually.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised. “Are you drinking too much?”

“No, Yoongi,” you chuckled, reaching forward to slap his arm gently. “Let me just tell you before you start guessing everything that’s not happening.”

“Okay.”

“Remember a year ago when we were at the restaurant for our weekly dinners? Taehyung suddenly told me that he wanted to have a baby with me?”

“Are you pregnant?” Yoongi asked you straight away.

“Let me build the suspense for heaven’s sake!” you exclaimed with a loud laugh. “Why are you so quick at everything?”

“So you are pregnant.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Oh my gosh,” he gushed, shooting up right away and pulling you into a hug. “Oh my gosh!”

“You sound like a girl,” you teased him lightly, keeping the pigeon out of the way so that it wouldn’t get crushed between the two of you.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, bubba!”

“Thank you,” you chuckled fondly. “I am too.”

He gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “How long has it been since you found out?”

“I found out last month, but I’ve been pregnant for almost three months now.”

Yoongi gasped lowly. “You must’ve found it so difficult to keep this to yourself. How do you feel?”

“I feel… great,” you giggled into your palm. “There’s something else you need to know.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you later, though. I feel like Taehyung deserves to know this first. But I need your help to break the news to him.”

“I’ve been born ready.”

“Yeah, we’ll go.”

“I’m coming too!”

“Me too! I’ve been craving for some ice-cream.”

“I’m going in for a shower. Too hot.”

“Wait-”

“Should we take hyung’s car?”

“I’m driving.”

“But where-”

“We’ll be back in an hour, tops.”

“Two. I’m going to get some dinner on the way back.”

“I’ll join.”

“But why are-”

“We should get going! Bye Taehyung. Bye (Y/n)!”

“We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Wait!”

“Where are the keys?”

“In your hand, you blind bat.”

With a loud commotion, five of the members scrambled their way past the front door, the clicking sound of it closing preceding a tense silence. Yoongi had already slipped into his bedroom quietly with an excuse to have a shower, hiding away his smirk behind the glass of iced water that he was sipping from.

The plan was going well.

Taehyung looked baffled. He stood beside you with his mouth hanging open, too confused as to how the boys who were sitting on the floor playing the sixth round of UNO suddenly decided that they couldn’t stay in the house for more than a hot minute.

Taehyung turned to look at you with his eyebrows pinched together.

“What just happened?”

“I have no idea,” you lied easily with a simply laugh. Taehyung didn’t think much of it, shaking his head and taking your hand to walk back to the couch.

“Whatever, I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m a part of a band filled with a bunch of lunatics.”

“Don’t be mean,” you giggled, pinching his ribs. He jerked away from you in surprise, giving you a look.

“I’m being mean now?”

“Sorry,” you chuckled, pulling him back towards you. For the first time ever since the boys left, he took a proper look at your face, carefully analyzing your expression.

“I suppose you’re not a part of whatever drugs they’ve been on, right?”

You guffawed at his words, throwing your head back and cackling loudly. “I don’t do drugs, and neither do they, silly.”

“…okay.”

“You don’t believe me? I don’t even know the names of half of the drugs out there, bro.”

“Bro,” Taehyung snorted, looking up at the ceiling to hold in an imaginary nosebleed. “All these years and I’ve become your bro.”

“It’s a habit,” you chuckled lightly. “Sorry… bro.”

“Oh, how the times have changed,” he sniffled dramatically. “I’ve been called ‘brother’ by my beloved wife. How tasty does that sound?”

“And the Oscar goes to…” you patted your thighs, mimicking a drumroll. “Kim Taehyung!”

“I mean,” he suddenly smirked. “We have been playing around with names in our relationship, haven’t we?”

“I know what you mean, naughty,” you covered your mouth in mock shame. “You seemed to have liked a certain nickname quite a bit.”

“Oh, I really did,” he bit his lip, closing his eyes and shaking his head at the memory. “Daddy. Ooh la la!”

“Have you gotten used to it?”

“Not really,” he admitted with a shy laugh. “It catches me off-guard every time you call me that.”

“You might have to get used to it,” you hinted with a light blush.

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“I see…” he trailed off skeptically. “Is that why the boys suddenly left? You wanted to have some fun?”

“Maybe I did,” you giggled like a little girl.

“And you call me naughty,” he teased you with a heavy smirk. “We would’ve been home in a few hours anyway. But then again,” he rolled his eyes. “I know how irresistible I can be at times.”

“Right,” you scoffed.

“Do you disagree?”

“Certainly not.”

“So you agree that I’m irresistible?”

You nodded.

“Irresistible enough to send the boys away? To have some fun?”

You nodded again.

“Yoongi hyung is literally in his room.”

“He knows, too.”

Taehyung gasped. “Ooooh.”

“Yeah.”

“But for today, I refuse to have you call me daddy. It’s weird. I’m in my hyung’s house. If he ever hears that, he’s never going to let me live it down.”

“If he ever hears anything, he wouldn’t let either of us live it down.”

“And you say ‘he knows’,” Taehyung scoffed. “What’s the point in doing the jig at his place then?”

“I couldn’t wait.” You casually shrugged.

Taehyung smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Aww,” he cooed, taking your hand into his own. “Haven’t I hit the jackpot with you?”

“You certainly have,” you chuckled, finally deciding that it was time. Enough of jokes. Taehyung needed to know.

“But you’re going to have to get used to getting called ‘daddy’.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “That came out of nowhere. You’re usually so shy whenever you call me that.”

“I am,” you nodded with a smile. “But you’re going to get called that quite often now.”

His lips rolled into a tight line, holding back his grin.

“Not just by me.”

Taehyung blinked once, then again, before attempting to gag at your words.

“Ma’am,” he held a hand up. “Please. I don’t need anyone else to call me that. It’s kinda personal, y’know?”

“It is. But you don’t have an option.”

“Only you get to call me that,” he shook his head adamantly.

“There are others who will call you that, too.”

“No, thank you.”

“What did you call your father when you were a kid?”

He looked confused. “’Dad’?”

“What do you want our kids to call you?”

“’Dad’ should be okay,” he laughed uneasily.

“What if they call you ‘daddy’?”

“Um,” he looked away and chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s great then. It’s all set.”

“But that’s when we have kids,” Taehyung pointed out with a fond smile. “Until then, only you get to call me daddy.”

“And when we have kids? Should I stop calling you that?”

“(Y/n), what are you on about?” Taehyung looked genuinely confused.

You simply laughed at his expression, reaching into your bag and taking out a little box. Placing it in the palm of his hand, you urged him to open it.

Taehyung gazed at the rectangular box in his palm, touching the dainty purple ribbon with his fingers before tugging at it. He placed the ribbon carefully over his thigh, finally opening the box. You kept a keen eye on every little reaction that played over his face, a little gasp of surprise tumbling past his pink lips that had a light layer of lip balm over it.

Taehyung stared at the box for a good minute, simply letting his eyes soak in everything that suddenly seemed so surreal. When he looked up was when you noticed the tears that clouded his vision.

“Is this… real?” He whispered, painfully low. When a tear slipped past his lower eyelid, he quickly wiped it away so that it wouldn’t destroy the gift that you had prepared for him.

“Very much,” you confirmed in a soft whisper. He seemed to break even further, placing the box beside him and covering his eyes with both of his hands.

“No way.”

“It’s finally happening, baby,” you murmured gently, shifting closer to him and slipping a hand around his shoulder. He immediately molded into your touch, continuing to cry into his hands and leaning into your chest.

“Is this really real?”

At that moment, it was hard for you to control your own tears. You placed a warm hand against the side of his face, tenderly brushing away the brown locks that were stuck to his temples.

“It is. We’re going to be parents.”

Taehyung broke into another tiny sob that was partially mixed with a laugh of belief. Sniffling slightly, he shuffled out of your grip to fall onto his knees in front of you, holding both of your hands up against his lips.

“I love you so much.”

You nodded with a watery smile. “I love you more.”

“We’ve finally made it.”

You looked down at your lap, running your thumbs all over his knuckles.

“I…” you started, swiping your tongue over your lip briefly. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long.”

“What are you talking about?” He mumbled under his breath, gently wiping away your tears and letting his hand rest over your cheek. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything.”

“It’s just that… we’ve gone through so much to have a baby. And now that it’s finally happening, I can’t actually process it.”

“I know, my love,” Taehyung whispered against your hands, kissing them as gently as he could. “And I’m so proud of you for never giving up.”

“The look on your face every time a test would turn out negative absolutely killed me,” you admitted sorrowfully. “I kept thinking that I was failing you in some way.”

“Never,” he firmly stated. “You never once did, and you never will. Especially when it comes to something as big as this. Yes, we did want kids and we tried so much for it, but it happened only when it was supposed to. We’ve been blessed with a baby at the right time. I strongly believe so.”

Taehyung picked up the little box that you had prepared for him, taking out both the pregnancy tests and smiling softly.

“I remember this one,” he ran his fingers over the digital pregnancy test on the left. “That was the time we decided we wouldn’t consciously try for a baby again – that we would just let it happen when it needed to. I was so worried because we’d literally have you take so many tests each month and every time it came back negative, I’d see another part of you slowly disappear. It made me feel so… helpless.”

Taehyung sat back onto his kneels, looking up at you. “I remember feeling like I was failing you, as your husband.”

“You were my strength,” you murmured, touching his cheek ever so softly. “This test was the last one I had taken in almost six months now. It was so tempting to just take one each time my period was even a day late, but you kept me going. You took my mind off of the pain and you made me feel… happy again.”

“I’m thrilled to know that I did,” Taehyung whispered.

“And we’ve come a long way. We’ve finally made it. You’re going to be a father.”

Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his heart leaping at the depth of your words. It was finally happening. He was going to be a father.

“Our kids are going to run around calling you daddy,” you chuckled lightly, wiping away the remainder of your tears.

“Kids?”

Taehyung jerked in surprise at the sound of his hyung from behind him, two pairs of eyes trained on Yoongi who was only looking at you with a frown.

“Did you say kids?”

Taehyung’s gaze landed on you after a moment of thought.

“What?”

“Not just a kid, but kids? Is that what you wanted to tell me before?”

“Yoongi hyung knows?” Taehyung couldn’t hold back the low gasp. “(Y/n)?”

“Uh…” you chuckled nervously, looking into Yoongi’s eyes with a desperate shake of your head.

“You came in at the wrong time, Yoongi. I didn’t tell Taehyung yet.”

“Tell me what?”

Yoongi already seemed to get the idea, a fond grin growing on his face as he laughing sheepishly and turned to face the wall behind him.

“I’m giving you ten seconds, tell him now or else I’ll be the first to hug you - even before the father can.”

“What?”

Taehyung had a mix of fear and excitement in his expression, curious eyes snapping back and forth between you and his hyung, the words that the two of you were speaking appearing like question marks floating around his head.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“Ten!”

“Yoongi!” You squealed, trying to get him to stop because you yourself didn’t know how to word it out to Taehyung yet.

“Nine!”

Taehyung caught your arm in urgency. “(Y/n) what the hell is going on?”

“Eight!”

“Oh my goodness,” you held a hand up to your forehead, nervous eyes locking with Taehyung who appeared to be as clueless as ever.

“Seven!”

By then, Yoongi was slowly taking steps towards the couch, still facing the wall and holding a hand up to show you just how little time you have left.

“Six!”

“Yoongi!”

“(Y/n) just tell me already!”

“But-”

“Five!”

“I’m carrying twins!”

A beat of silence.

Then another.

Yoongi stayed frozen in his spot, hand held up mid-air, back facing you.

Taehyung on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

He fell from the couch, standing up quickly onto to get back down onto his knees and hold a hand over his head.

“WHAT?!”

“(Y/n)!” And true to his word, before you knew it, Yoongi was pulling you up off of the couch, securing you in a tight embrace with excited giggles buzzing through his chest.

“I knew it!”

“Wha-”

“Taehyung!”

Yoongi didn’t bother about the young man who didn’t know whether he was gasping for air or trying not to cough at the same time, his arms not letting you go help your husband breathe and calm down.

“We’re going to have two little babies in this house soon! Oh- (Y/n), you have to give me one. You both raise one and give me another. I’ll take care of – hell I can take care of both of them. Just let me have them.”

“Yoongi,” you wheezed at his words, clutching the edge of his t-shirt as you cackled into his shoulder.

“What do you mean, ‘let you have them’?”

“(Y/n)-”

Taehyung was slowing trying to make his way into a standing position, taking the full support of the couch beside him and pushing himself up with trembling arms.

“Hyung-”

“I mean exactly that,” Yoongi patted your back thrice. “You both can go out and have your lovey-dovey dates, leave your kids with me. I’ll take good care of them. I’ll feed them on –”

“Hyung!”

“-time, I’ll have their diapers changed and give them really warm and lovely baths, with those floaty ducks –”

“Yoongi,” you chuckled at the desperation in Taehyung’s voice which Yoongi didn’t seem to bother about. By then, Taehyung was barely a step away from the two of you, a trembling hand gripping Yoongi’s elbow and pulling it away from you.

“Let me hold my wife.”

“Not right now,” Yoongi decided, brushing Taehyung’s hand off and turning his back to him so as to shield you away from Taehyung. “I’m talking to her.”

“I’m going to have twins, for heaven’s sake! Let me hold my wife! Let me at least cry in peace!”

“No –”

You gently tapped Yoongi’s lower back with a laugh. “I’ll get back to you bubba, let me handle my husband for now.”

Yoongi only smirked in response, quickly dipping his head to brush a kiss against your temple before releasing you.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung spoke into you the air, not letting you have a moment of freedom and immediately attaching himself to you after Yoongi let you go.

“You’re really – we’re really having twins? Two little ones?”

“We are,” you gently ran your hand over the expanse of his back. “We are, Taehyung.”

“No way,” he marveled, a mixture of giggles and sobs being let out into the curve of your neck. “How is this possible?”

“It just is,” you laughed in delight. “I can’t believe I have two babies inside me. How crazy is that?”

“Oh God!” Taehyung cried out, pulling away and holding you by your shoulders to gently shake you. “What?! How is this real?”

“It is,” you gushed in excitement. “Here, see.”

Taking his hand in yours, you placed his large palm over the already noticeable bump that was hidden behind your shirt, watching in fascination as Taehyung’s jaw dropped at the curve.

“Me too!” Yoongi pushed himself into the little space between you and the couch, covering the rest of your bump with his own palm. “Oh my god.”

“Crazy, yeah?”

“I still can’t believe it,” Taehyung admitted in a low murmur, eyes still trained on his hand resting over the safe haven that held his little ones.

“I cannot even predict how the boys would react,” Yoongi sighed. “Jimin will cry. For sure. Hoba would be screaming.”

“Namjoon would probably be the sane one,” you guessed with a little laugh.

“Plot twist,” Taehyung sniffled, “he might be the one to cry.”

“Maybe Jin hyung too,” Yoongi cackled with a slap to his knee. “Hyung would start planning the meals he’d pack for the kid’s tiffin boxes to school, I’m sure of that.”

“This is so exciting!” Taehyung squealed in delight, briefly pushing Yoongi’s hand away and bending down to pick you up into his arms, twirling you around with endless giggles and gasps tumbling past his lips.

“We’re going to have two babies!”

"Yes, and I get to keep one!" Yoongi piped in.

"NO!"

"YES!"

"Hyung, no!"

"Shut up. One will be for me. That's final. Now get lost and let me congratulate my little sister properly."

"Hyung!"

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noelleydances · 5 years ago

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Someone please PLEASE tell me what to do in order to get this type of in flight experience 🥴

We love a confident cassanova🙌🏽 we need more men like Taehyung but lets be real, that aint ever gonna happen. Good job @ppersonna!

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all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher

↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence

↳ warnings- public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger

↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO. pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.

“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport.

You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on.

The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment.

“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”

He smiles. It’s beautiful. You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.

Keep reading

#taehyungFics #noelleyrecs

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dancebuckydance-blog · 7 years ago

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thinking about starting a Brother!Yoongi fic ft. Taehyung and the other members of BTS...

#Yoongi Taehyung Jin Namjoon Jimin Hoseok Jungkook TaehyungFic

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manggojooz · 5 years ago

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Pick A Side (Part 11)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,257

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour; very mild swearing

comment: too much drama have been happening in real life that I kinda neglected my tumblr for a while. I’m super exhausted from all the other stuff going on in my life and I really want to keep writing. so, i guess all im trying to say is I hope you guys like this update. As always, please comment or reblog if you did like it! it helps me a lot <3

Haejoong sits in the empty stairwell, contemplating his next step. Hardly anyone ever takes these stairs, he is well aware. Like he said, he never truly intended you any harm but why did you have to dig your own grave?

He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t support him like he had unconditionally supported you, wasn’t he your only friend at one time? All he wants is Jihyun’s happiness, and that happiness lies with him.

The pertinent question now is ‘how much does Kim Taehyung know?’ He shook his head as he reprimanded himself for being too rash with you. All he needed to do was continue to put up an act even if you were suspicious of him but he let his feelings get the better of him. He needs to come up with a way to keep you quiet. No, he needs to keep both you and Taehyung quiet.

At least he had the foresight to keep the screen of your phone unlocked ever since he stopped the voice recording. He taps the corner of the phone a few times on his palm before deciding to make his next move.

“Hey, I know this is sudden, but do you still have feelings for Jihyun?”, he sent a message using your phone to Taehyung.

It didn’t take more than two minutes for Taehyung to respond.

“Did something happen? This isn’t like you to suddenly ask this kind of thing out of nowhere...”

“I really need to know now...”, Haejoong continued talking to Taehyung, posing as you.

“Where are you? I’ll go find you”, Taehyung replies.

Haejoong was growing impatient, “If you avoid my question again then I’ll take it that you still have feelings for her... life is all about decisions, Taehyung, you can’t keep running away like this.”

And this time, Taehyung finally answered his question:

“I’m not running away! Why are you acting so weird?

I thought I made it clear that I broke up with her because I realised that I have always just treated her as a friend. And you were the one who broke up with me thinking I had feelings for her! I was just really confused at that time... and maybe a little angry too... when she asked me to think about dating her I just thought it might be better that way...

I made a mistake back then and I've already lost my best friend

You know that.

Where are you now? Let's meet and talk instead.”

Haejoong watched the messages trickle in one by one and his annoyance ballooned. Why is it always that the people who don’t deserve it are the ones who have it? After a few minutes of leaving Taehyung on ‘read’, a call eventually comes in from him.

Haejoong ignored the call at first, but Taehyung calls again. This time Haejoong decided to pick it up.

“Where are you? Why are you not replying me suddenly?”, Taehyung’s voice was full of anxiety.

“So, you never actually had any feelings for her?”, Haejoong proclaims into the phone immediately upon answering.

“Who the hel- wait... Im Haejoong? Is that you? Where is Y/N? Why are you picking up her phone?”, Taehyung fired his questions rapidly at Haejoong.

“I will tell you where she is. I don’t want to hurt her either-”, Haejoong’s voice was still mild and calm.

“What do you mean hurt her?! WHERE IS SHE?!”, Taehyung yells into the device on his end.

“She thinks that I was the one who uploaded those photos and videos of Jihyun, do you share the sentiment?”, Haejoong questions.

“You must be out of your mind, right? You know what... with what you are doing right now, I have no problem sharing that sentiment! Just freaking tell me where she is, you crazy bastard!!!”, Taehyung was no longer holding back his anger.

“Hey hey, calm down, she’s fine... for now... but the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be for her”, Haejoong was letting go of his act too, “I have a proposition...”

---

Your voice was hoarse by now. There was hardly any human traffic near this part of the school in the evening, and screaming from the rooftop seven floors above ground didn’t seem to help catch anyone’s attention. Due to all the banging on the wooden door, your frozen hands were starting to feel extremely sore as well.

You slumped onto the ground, leaning against the unmoving door, thinking of the worst that could happen. Desperation manifests in the tear drops that drips from your eyes.

The sky was getting darker, the air was getting chillier and you were getting increasingly despondent. You start to notice that your body was not generating enough heat to keep up with the icy exterior. Every muscle was shivering. You instinctively curled up and started to rub your hands while trying to tuck them inside your coat, close to your chest. You weren’t feeling your toes anymore and the fearfulness within slowly encroaches upon the tiny glimmers of hope you held onto.

When you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, you thought you were hallucinating. But the stomping was indeed getting nearer and louder. You leaned close to the tiny crevice between the door and the frame, all the while not letting yourself get too expectant of the possibility that there was someone coming to you.

“Y/N!”, a voice suddenly bellows.

It sounds like Taehyung, but how could it be, you warned yourself not to get your hopes up high.

“Are you in there Y/N?!”, Taehyung’s shouts come barrelling through the roof door.

With whatever energy was left, you turned and started banging on the door again, weakly calling out, “Taehyung, is that you? Taehyung...”

“Y/N! Hold on...”, Taehyung gasps to hear your tiny voice through the door.

You hear him frantically trying to unlock the door and when the ice-cold slab finally bursts open you almost collapse onto the floor as you were resting your entire weight on it. Taehyung somehow manages to catch you and helps you into the warm interior before shutting the door again.

“Let’s get you to the hospital”, Taehyung was in a frenzy trying to remove his jacket to wrap you up in it.

“Haejoong, he...”, you tried to stand up but fell back down again.

“Let’s deal with it after we get you to a doctor, please...”, he pleaded while kneeling down in front of you so that you could plop yourself onto his back.

---

In the hospital ward, you continued to mumble about reporting Haejoong to the police and the student office, even when you were only half-conscious and hooked up to an IV drip. There were layers of blankets covering you with an electric heating mat right underneath your mattress.

The numbness slowly started to fade away and you could wriggle your toes and fingers again.

“It’s Haejoong, we have to tell them that it’s him”, you uttered to Taehyung who came into the tiny room with a glass of something that was smoking hot.

“I know, I know. But you have hypothermia, you need to stay here tonight for them to monitor you. Tomorrow, ok? Tomorrow we will go do that first thing in the morning. Now drink this up and rest”, he cooed at you.

You sit up to take the hot drink from his hands, finding it to be warm milk, but the action causes the blankets to fall off from you and you immediately shuddered slightly. Taehyung sits down on the side of the bed, slightly behind you and hugged you from behind, pulling the blankets up to cover at least your thighs.

His body felt so warm and comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean in to him, as you took tiny sips from the mug. He rubs his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm and rest his head and watched quietly as you finished the drink.

Once the cup was empty, he takes it from you and sets it down on the bedside table, then proceeds to quickly tuck you back into the blankets.

“I told the hospital staff what happened and that you are probably still shaken from the events, so they are letting me stay here with you tonight. So, don’t worry ok, I will be right outside”, Taehyung reassured.

But you weren’t just shaken. Even though you didn’t want to let it show, you were absolutely frightened. All the worst thoughts had run through your mind at least once and now that you were gaining consciousness again, the fear was rekindling.

“Can’t you stay here? Please? I'm... cold”, you grabbed on to his wrist as he was about to leave.

He felt your hand shaking, but it wasn’t as icy as before. He knows you must be scared but he decides to go along.

He sits down next to you on the bed again. This time you scoot over, allowing him more space, he leans back into the two pillows behind and lets you put your head on his arms. You wrapped your blankets around him too and snuggles into his chest, listening to that same soothing heartbeat.

“How did you know I was there just now?”, you whispered.

“How is that important now? You need to rest, ok?”, he didn't answer.

His other hand pats your back lightly to a slow beat, almost synchronising with the thumping in his chest and you start to drift off to sleep, knowing that for now you are safe with him.

---

The next morning you promptly requested to be discharged and you stomped out of the ward, Taehyung anxiously tailing behind you, nagging at you to walk slower. As you exited the hospital, you see him standing at the gates, the man who landed you in this plight.

You marched up to him, outraged and incensed. “You have the guts to show up here? What? Is it disappointing to see that I'm alive?!”, you asked through gritted teeth.

“Who do you think sent Kim Taehyung to save you?”, Haejoong was still leaning against the wall he had been waiting at the whole morning.

“Oh, so do you expect a thank you note, you were the one who locked me out you freaking bastard!”, you were raging by now.

He stood up straight again, causing Taehyung to jump in front of you, protecting you from him.

Haejoong scoffs a little, “I actually just came to check if you were alright. Like I said I don’t mean to harm you, I just need you guys to stay out of my business, ok?”, he says rather earnestly.

You couldn’t believe your ears and your eye roll was automatic. “That is very believable, yes... coming from the person who freaking chucked me on a rooftop in this weather. FYI, I nearly died, so this is my business. And Jihyun is our friend, so whatever you’ve been doing in your shady little backroom is very much our business as well!”, you yelled at him over Taehyung’s shoulders.

Haejoong’s expression looked queer, as though he was disappointed in you and was reluctant to do what he was going to do next.

“You didn't tell her?”, he directed his question at Taehyung.

“Fine, make me the bad guy”, he mutters before turning to you and balking, “Go, go and report me if you want to. I’ll take him down with me”, Haejoong taunts with his hands outstretched towards the road, hinting at something going on between Taehyung and him.

Why is he so unconcerned? You started hesitating for some reason, “What do you mean ‘take him down with you’? What did you do?”, you demanded at Haejoong.

“No, no, no, the question should be ‘what did he do?’”, Haejoong gestures towards Taehyung who is staring back at him with an intensity you have never seen before. “I’m really surprised you didn’t tell her... why? Is it some altruistic sacrificial mindset?”, Haejoong questioned Taehyung, starting to sound like he is having fun.

“Y/N, don’t bother about him. Let’s go”, Taehyung turns to you and tugs at your arms gently, leading you to walk away.

Haejoong shook his head and hits a button on his phone.

“All those photos and videos of Jihyun, you were the one who posted them?!”, the voice coming from the phone clearly sounded like Haejoong’s.

“Im Haejoong, turn it off. Now!”, Taehyung lunges at him and grabs his shirt.

Haejoong was unfazed and the audio kept playing. After a long pause you hear his voice, Taehyung’s voice.

“Right, it was me, are we done now?!”

“Why did you do it, you crazy bastard?!”, Haejoong shouted in the recording, “Is it because she's your ex-girlfriend now, huh?"

Another unnaturally long pause ensued. Taehyung tries to turn off the recording but Haejoong shoves him aside.

“Because I realised she was the reason why Y/N and I broke up. Because... I wanted to get back at her for all the things she did... to...”, it seemed like Taehyung’s voice was shaking heavily and he couldn’t continue whatever he wanted to say.

“All the things she did to Y/N?”, Haejoong sounded like he was prompting Taehyung in the clip.

“It has nothing to do with her, it’s just me, okay? I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, with that the audio ended.

The horror finally sets in. So, this is how Taehyung managed to find you, because he traded himself to save you.

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