#taekook eventual smut

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Sanguine Addiction || myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Other Tags: Vampire-Hybrid!Yoongi, Vampire!Reader, Vampire Hunter! Reader, Werewolf Hunter! Reader, Vampire!Taehyung, Oracle!Jungkook, taekook undertones (brief), Werewolf!Jimin, Demon!Hoseok Word Count: 10.1k Genre: Enemies to Lovers (e2l), Exes to Lovers, Soulmates AU (like mating), Vampire AU, Supernatural AU, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff (little bit) Summary: As long as you��ve been alive it has always been your mission to hunt the creatures of the night. Your parents were prolific hunters, the best in North America, but it did not become your passion until you were attacked and turned by a well-known coven. It’s been 30 years since you were turned and you’ve become an assassin for the biggest fish in the pond. When an old friend asks you for a favor, you have to rely on Yoongi, the man you left behind.   Chapter Warnings: ANGST TRAIN, mild violence, talk of drinking human blood, blood consumption, death, vulgar language, toxic relationship (not reader and Yoon), This is pretty tame compared to future installments, let me know if I missed anything A/N: So, I may have gotten a bit out of control with the writing and will have to split this up into parts. Ah, ha... ha. I promise we’ll see more of their relationship in the next part, but I definately needed time to establish characters in this one. I hope you like it and as always, stay safe and enjoy! (Partially edited)

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Walking down the dark streets of the French Quarter had become an old past time. After years of living in the shadows, I knew where my kind was welcome and where it was best if I found a quiet place to hide out. Even with being undead I was targeted. And yet, I did not blame the others for hating me. I would hate the bogeyman, too.  

The streets were filled with tourists. My senses made each of them light up like a Christmas tree. The living, the dead, and the liquor they both held invaded my senses. Still, I pushed the thoughts away. I hated my powers, was disgusted with myself, and never allowed them to run wild. They were too unpredictable and in my younger days, often led me to trouble more times than not. 

Turning the corner, I moved on autopilot. I had walked down Royal more than any other street in the United States. Up ahead, I passed Trashy Diva and kept my eye out for the sharp turn into a familiar alleyway. I disliked this area. While it was quiet and got less traffic than other parts of the city, I hated the lack of flair and jazz. There were never bands or bucket boys on Royal. 

Seeing Brennan’s, I faded into the shadows and stuck close to the walls of 400 Block. I could hear Burbon Street in the distance and smirked to myself. Maybe at another time I would have been one of them, laughing and drinking without a care in the world. A far away dream now. A dream that died thirty years ago.  

Turning into the small, dimly lit alleyway made my tense shoulders relax. Within these walls I was untouchable. I was the ultimate predator amongst predators. Few of my kind would ever cross me and it was well-known that I did not take that sort of behavior lightly. It was a dog-eat-dog world amongst vampires, and I was the one of the few who bit.  

The other was none other than Taehyung Kim. He was an old vampire, much older than anyone else that I knew, and our relationship was transactional at best. Everyone knew the businessman was more than capable of handling his own battles but called me in when it needed him to spend too much time away from New Orleans. He grew homesick easily and his favorite toys begged for him to stay. The only reason I entertained him was because of the sanctuary being his ally gave me.  

Louis, the bouncer, recognized me immediately and opened the door before I was close enough to step inside. He had likely heard whispers about my arrival all night and I was sure Taehyung was pouring me a glass. Faintly, I heard the human heartbeats littered around the bar and grimaced. It had been days since I had last fed. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” Louis greeted, his accent thick. 

I did not look at him as I passed, “Always a pleasure.” 

“Enjoy your night.” 

“You too, Louis.” 

He was one of the few people here that I tolerated. The previous bartender had moved to Taehyung’s newest endeavor in New York and met a human man she sired soon after. Apparently, they were mates and wanted to continue with the change once Taehyung got back to them. The thought of it made my stomach churn. How could anyone mate with something so fragile and soft? How could someone kill the person they claim to love? 

As I walked up to the bar, a brief silence came over a quarter of the building. The humans around us chatted without a care in the world, completely unaware of the panic that filled the room. The rest of the people followed suit, far less flamboyant than they had been. Watching what they say and who they say it to, I felt their eyes watching my every move. Confidently, I sat on a barstool and waited. 

From my peripherals, I saw an unfamiliar face approaching. He was tall, hair black as night and slicked back. Unlike the other staff, he wore white instead of black and glowed under the warm lights. Looking more closely at him, I was stunned. He was a hybrid of some kind, most likely human and vampire, and he was beautiful. All of them were. My expression never changed, and I was thankful that I held enough restraint not to show my discomfort.  

The last time I had seen a hybrid it had been him. 

I scoffed at myself. He had been a Lycan-vampire child and was hardly ever classified as beautiful. Still, the thought of those almond eyes had me reeling. The long, nasty scar along his left eye, and the strange almost alien glow of his eyes at night had been haunting, and yet... 

I shook my head in annoyance. There was no time for reminiscing. Not now. Not ever. 

“Welcome to Edith,” The bartender drawled, his voice thick with an obviously fake Spanish accent. 

Looking him up and down, I was unimpressed with his brazen display of rebellion. Taehyung’s absence had made this place slack off and that was apparent with this new hire. He was of Asian descent, but I was not sure where exactly to place him. His cockiness rubbed me the wrong way as well as his disrespect. He was either stupid or had a death wish. Around me I could hear the others agreeing with my assessment. None of them were too fond of the hybrid with the fake accent. 

“And you are?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Jay,” He grinned, the accent gone in place of an American voice. He was from the West Coast. If I had to take a guess it was most likely California or Nevada. I disliked him even more when he smiled. “Jay Park.” 

I racked my brain for any hybrids called Jay Park and came back empty handed. I knew too many and too few to place him. Still, my distaste for him grew with each passing second. With every purposeful flex of muscle and unnecessary wink he threw at me I felt my patience beginning to thin. He smiled once more, and I felt my eye twitch in irritation. I heard someone behind us gasp and tell their friend a bloodbath was going to happen. That they should leave before “the hunter” rips the bartender in half. This eased my troubled mind. At least my reputation kept the others away from me.  

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He grinned, his face smoldering unattractively. 

It was laughable how far off he was. It was known I had been mated, by who was a mystery, but everyone thought they had died. Sometimes I wish that were the truth. It hurt less than reality. And Jay Park had nothing on my mate. Not a single fucking thing. My eye twitched. 

“Y/N.” 

The bartender’s smile fell instantly.  

My expression did not show my satisfaction, “Tell Taehyung I��m here to see him.” 

Jay nodded before scurrying again. I smirked to myself. That was much better. In fact, I hated him a little less now. I made eye contact with a vampire on the other side of the bar, her name was Esther, but she quickly turned away. It felt nice even in the loneliness to know that I was at the very least consistent. Jay was back quickly. 

“Mr.Kim is waiting for you.” He was less confident than before and I picked up a light tremble in his tone. This made me smile. I liked him very much. “He’s in the VIP section.” 

“I know,” I replied before stalking away. 

The shadows around me fled in my presence. None wanted to be too close to me in fear that they would be slaughtered not a second later. Maybe a few years ago this would have been distressing to me but not anymore. I walked with my head high knowing I was untouchable. As I ascended up the stairs, my fingers running over the immaculate rod iron railings, I remembered the first time I had ever seen Edith’s and Taehyung Kim. The first time I saw him. 

I was young then, in the earliest months of my transformation. I was only 19 when I was attacked and torn away from my family. Even now I can remember in perfect detail the look on my father’s face when he realized what I would become, how my mother recoiled and screamed, and the way they had attempted to hold me down. To kill me. I was stronger than them, this only amplified by the human blood still coursing through my infected veins, and I fled. Leaving California was the hardest thing I had to do but essential. Being the daughter of hunters put a target on my back, it was the reason I had been attacked in the first place, and Sacramento was the worst place for a newborn.  

After attempting to starve myself for a few weeks, I finally succumbed to my baser instincts on an early Friday morning in Arizona. I had hidden out in the desert, hoping to die and wondering why the sun did not kill me, when two hikers crossed my trail. After one smell of them I had lost it. Killing them had been quick and easy and the feeling of ecstasy that washed over me after was horrifying. I drank regularly after that and knew my own limits after two weeks. Animals were not sustainable for long periods of time but created less suspicion while human blood would last longer but the blood lust was frightening.  

I ended up in New Orleans two months after my change. I was alone and trying to acclimate myself to densely populated cities. Las Vegas had been unsuccessful, but I was already two days into my trip and had not killed anyone. Proud of myself, I walked through the French Quarter on cloud nine in search for a celebratory meal. While I began to stalk a small group of college boys, I picked up on a vampire’s scent close by. Starr had been her name and she was excited to see me in town. She lived a nomadic life and was looking to stir up shit in the Big Easy after going to the famous vampire bar in town.  

That was how I ended up in Edith’s the first time. It looked different back then. It was still the 90s and the bar was engrossed in the punk scene. Alice in Chains blasted through the loudspeakers as humans and vampires alike danced together. I recall feeling amazed and laughed. How innocent and naïve I had been. Taehyung was as suave as ever and took a liking to me instantly. His gift was seeing other’s gifts, and he adored the way I wielded death at my fingertips. Starr and I have only seen one another a handful of times over the years but that night we owned Edith’s. It was during a loud, raunchy karaoke number that I first saw him, his hair long and fluffy with a Mazy Star shirt on. I smiled sadly at the memory. So much has changed since then. 

Once at the top of the stairs, I pushed back the long, red flowing curtains out of my way. Jay had been right, Taehyung was waiting for me, along with Jeon Jungkook. He was a human boy, early twenties and loved the fast-paced life running with vampires brought him, and his psychic abilities made him useful. He was one of Taehyung’s favorite playthings second to Starr. My eyes caught the freshly healing bite marks on his neck. Eyes narrowing, I walked to the loveseat directly across from the two men. Jungkook quietly excused himself.

“It’s been ages, Y/N, darling,” Taehyung said happily, his honey voice sounding like music.

“Could’ve been longer,” I replied.

The man laughed. He found my dryness amusing and often got a sparkle in his eye when I bit at him. Of course, Taehyung could bite back but refrained. He thought I was funny and never took offense to my games.

“I’m shocked to see you so soon,” He leaned back on the couch. It was crushed, red velour, as was most of the furniture here, with dark wooden accents. I suspected it was oak but the finish over it made it hard to tell. Taehyung crossed his legs and regarded me warmly. “Normally it would take months for you to turn up and yet it only took two weeks. Why is that?”

“I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin growing, with a glint in his eye. I braced myself for the question that was to come. I started to regret coming here.

“And it has nothing to do with Yoongi?”

I kept my emotions underwraps. Of course, I was sure Taehyung could feel how tense I had become. He knew more about me than I would like to admit. Still, I powered through and kept my expression neutral. This was the wrong place for this shit.

“Why would Yoongi-” It felt like my tongue had been burned as I said his name, “-have anything to do with this?”

Taehyung chuckled, “In regards to you, he has everything to do with everything.”

Ignoring him, I quickly changed the subject.

“What do you want, Taehyung?”

He stared at me for a few minutes. I had stopped trying to figure out why he did it years ago but it never made me any less uncomfortable. He was old, wise, and impenetrable. Taehyung’s eyes looked through you, his compulsion so powerful it could work on the eldest vampire, and I hated it. It was a while before he finally spoke again.

“I have a… vermin problem.”

My ears perked up. It had been a long time since I heard that code word, and I had thought the lycans to be all but gone from the Americas after the last time I had. I looked at Taehyung again and squared my shoulders. I was finally able to get comfortable.

“What kind of vermin?” I asked slowly.

“They’re new,” Taehyung stroked his chin in thought. “At least, I have never seen them before.”

I went over all of the wolf packs I knew still roamed. I had hunted them to near extinction twenty years ago after one killed Taehyung’s sister. It had all started with the Kang pack in Lafayette. After killing off everyone I could find, Taemoo Kang’s mate, Bora, went after Yoongi. While she had not killed him, and walked away limping, I had made it my personal mission to eradicate any and all wolves by association. Eventually, during my travels I was roped into other plots including vampires, and my reputation as “the hunter” began. I had distanced myself from Yoongi during that time, my own madness and lust for revenge clouding my judgment. The accident was a sobering experience- one that made me realize I needed to be as far away from my mate as possible.

“The only two lineages still out there are the Parks and Mins,” I said.

“I spoke with Jimin and Yoongi. Neither one of them recognizes the boys.”

I hummed, “What’s going on?”

Taehyung began to tell me about the loud, obnoxious behavior the three of them have. They were rough and vicious. They had even started hunting for sport in the areas around Dauphine, his new bar in Manhattan. Customers were not happy and he was worried things would escalate too far. 

“Even Yoongi is concerned,” He finished, purposefully finding my eyes.

If he was concerned things had to have been bad. My mate was unhurried and neglectful about things that did not involve him. This revelation gave me pause. This little gang was dangerous and I needed to figure out where they were coming from. Wolves do not just pop up overnight- they have to be made.

Rising, I fixed my clothes. “I’ll be in New York in a few hours.”

“I’ll come with you,” Taehyung replied.

Together, we walked out of Edith’s. Louis gave us both a polite goodbye and slammed the door behind us. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and vomit permeated the air making my nose ruffle in disgust. Hard to believe I ever thought about staying here forever. Then I thought about black hair dancing in the wind on our balcony and softened. For him I could have. Maybe in a different timeline. A different life. Looking over at Taehyung, I nodded at him before jumping.

The change was insignificant now, almost like breathing, and I felt no discomfort. I flapped my wings, soaring into the sky with Taehyung beside me. It would only take one hour to reach New York using our vampire speed. So we flew in silence, the moon and our perfect memories guiding us.

—

The closer we got to the city, the bigger the knots in my stomach became. It had been far too long since I had seen Yoongi, the fifteenth anniversary coming up quickly, and I was uneasy. How would he react to my presence? How would I react to this? The thought that scared me the most was if I could walk away again. It felt easy now but I knew the moment I looked into his eyes I would rather die than turn my back to him. If I were lucky, he would turn away first and I would not have to see the pain and confusion on his face again.

“We can fly down,” Taehyung said, our bat forms using echolocation.

I hit the ground before the older man had, transforming back into my human form just in time to touch the ground on my feet. Taehyung always landed gracefully and with ease. Three hundred years of flying did that. We walked in silence down an alleyway similar to the one in New Orleans. Only, this time the cheers and screams were louder, the nightclub hidden below the surface bumping a bassline that made my feet vibrate. It was sensory hell. I could not believe Yoongi would ever enjoy or want to work here. 

Then I realized he had come here after I told him I never wanted to see him again. That I never loved him. That I wished I had never met him. All things I did not mean but could not take back. It was better this way, I reminded myself, safer.

Unlike Edith’s, Dauphine’s bouncer was a sired human. From the smell on him, I had deduced Maria had been having fun recently. Her scent was everywhere and clashed violently with Taehyung’s. Maria had always been the reckless one but was Taehyung’s oldest friend. They built their empires together and love could never be lost. Not even when she made his spots hotter than the 4th of July. A hunter’s paradise if you knew a thing or two about the operations.

“Rowley,” Taehyung greeted the bouncer. “This is Y/N. She’s an important guest that I trust you will serve well.”

Rowley, the bouncer, bowed deeply.

“Ivan Rowley Turnbull,” He addressed me, his eyes unable to meet my own. It was a normal response in humans to turn away from us. We were unsettling creatures and their instincts told them to stay away. This human had chosen to overcome his baser needs in exchange to run with the animals. Fool. “I will be of service.”

I ignored him. All sires regurgitate the same bullshit as the last. Their lives are forfeit once they have stepped over on the darkside. While there are vampires out there who hold up their end of the bargain, most will simply kill their sire once they are finished with them. Taehyung kept Louis, will keep Jungkook, and will more than likely go on to turn more humans into his immortal friends. Maria, however, never kept a sire. Rowley will die eventually and I refused to acknowledge any kindness he could show me. 

Taehyung kept up with my pace, my eager footsteps into the lounge drawing the attention of the other vampires in the room. The whispers started swirling around me. The why, where, who, what, when’s dancing around the room while I stared in front of me unseeing. My fears of seeing Yoongi grew but my own anger helped to keep these emotions in line. I hated gossip but it kept people away. I could smell soot and ash somewhere in the building. Hoseok must be here tonight.

“Yoongi isn’t on the floor tonight,” Taehyung’s voice was barely audible. No human would ever be able to hear him, that is for sure. I nodded. “We’ll speak with Seokjin about whatever it is he saw. He’s Bootsy’s mate.”

Ah, Bootsy. The vampire with the human. I had never learned her real name. I recall it being similar to mine, if not the same, but no one ever really used it. When she was turned back in the 70s, she was a go-go dancer. Taehyung liked her, changed her, and kept her as a pet. A common trend for the vampire. She was lonely and disliked immortality but found comfort in her records. Bootsy was what Taehyung called her so naturally everyone did, too. 

“Wouldn’t have thought she’d go after a human.”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “You’ve mated. You know how complicated it can be.”

That was true. Mating was a strange thing for a vampire. Lycans chose their mate and bit them in order to establish territory over them. Vampires, however, were naturally attracted to potential mating partners. You could meet a million beautiful people and feel nothing, but the second you lay your eyes on a mating partner it is almost impossible to walk away once rapport is built. The pain is so excruciating and life becomes an endlessly gray sky- I would know that more than anyone. And still, the idea of acting on my impulses for a human man made my skin crawl. 

“You’re right,” I relented. Taehyung was a hopeless romantic through and through. I had heard rumors, he had started to get in between Hoseok and his victims. Usually it never worked and his teeth had sunk into them too deeply by the time they found themselves in the bar, but still Taehyung tried. The doctor had been the last woman and Taehyung had gone so far as to use compulsion, begging her to stay with him, but the demon’s powers had rendered him weak. That woman was ripped apart later that night. “Still, you know it’s dangerous.”

“Only if he stays human,” Taehyung replied.

I had no response for that. Taehyung had answered my question. Bootsy was planning on turning her human. I knew she was kind, even if her natural demeanor said otherwise, and that her mate would be in good hands. He would be protected for life, and after the change I would be asked to do favors on his behalf. And yet my own bitterness tugged at my heart strings.

Coming up to the bar, I focused on the back of a human man’s head. Most humans did not linger by the bar and were too put off by the vampires that worked here. None of them knew why they felt uneasy but their instincts told them to back off. I could see Bootsy mixing a drink in my peripherals and concluded that he was the human man. Seokjin, I reminded myself, his name is Seokjin. Taehyung slid on the seat next to him while I felt more comfortable standing at a distance. 

“Jin,” Taehyung wrapped an arm around Seokjin’s shoulders. He was very broad and smelled lovely. While I could not see all of his face, his side profile was handsome and perfectly symmetrical. Looking at him, I could see what Bootsy would like about him. “Happy to see you.”

“Taehyung,” The man replied with a smile, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back so soon.”

Taehyung grinned, “I have someone who would like to talk to you. Thought it might be good to break the ice first.”

Seokjin was much better looking than I thought he would be. His shoulders were wide and strong and tapered into a tiny waist. His eyes were large and dark brown and lips full. I studied him closely and was delighted to see one of his eyes had a slightly different shape than the other. Finally, a human flaw. Feeling more relaxed, I willed myself to smile at him making sure to keep my teeth hidden. No human alive could look at a vampire’s teeth without fear. Seokjin returned the gesture kindly with a small wave. I approached the two men cautiously.

“Seokjin,” Taehyung started, ”This is Y/N. Y/N meet Seokjin Kim.”

“Jin is fine,” The human held out his hand. I reluctantly shook it not missing the shiver that went through his body. I was as cold as ice and I knew it was unpleasant.

“Nice to meet you, Jin,” I made no attempts to sound friendly. 

Vampires by default were more monotone and off-putting than humans. All of us have to pretend to be human through body language and force inflections. I had stopped with those charades years ago. I never blink or take breaths unless absolutely necessary. Seokjin was wary of me, I could sense it, but I did not back down. He would have to get used to my quirks once he changed. Taehyung pulled me closer to his side and away from the human. Seokjin visibly sagged in relief.

“Sorry, she’s pretty intense,” Taehyung laughed good naturedly.

Jin shook his head frantically, “Oh, no! I didn’t-”

“I’m a vampire,” I interrupted him. “An untamed, unkempt, and unknown one. I don’t care if you’re afraid of me. I’m here to talk about the vermin hanging around the bar.”

Seokjin nodded with his mouth agape. I felt a sliver of pity for the man. It was difficult enough to even sit in here knowing that he could die. Still, he tried for his mate’s sake. I was far from inviting, and I knew I looked worse for wear after spending the last few months chasing down a vampire-breeder in Argentina. Seemingly at a loss for words, Seokjin simply stared at me. Taehyung sighed.

“Been here for five minutes and you’re already scaring my mate away?”

I smirked, “If Hoseok hadn't done it, I highly doubt I would.”

Bootsy laughed, “Every time I see you, you look like hell.”

Sliding in between Seokjin and Taehyung, I placed my elbows on the bar. Bootsy was in all black and her hair slicked back. Unlike Maria or the other girls here, she wore slacks and button-downs. I could not see her feet but I had a feeling she was wearing chunky boots. It was her thing no matter the occasion. 

“I feel like hell,” I admitted. “I haven’t eaten in a while.”

She hummed, “I’m sure Tae has plenty of options for you to choose from.”

I nodded and glanced at the man. He nodded with a smile. Thinking about my thirst, my throat began to burn and ache. The heartbeats in the room sounded louder and more appetizing. Bootsy shook her head and sighed.

“I’ve never seen anyone with your level of self-control, Y/N.”

I frowned, “That’s not true.”

“Oh really?”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung exclaimed. “Who?”

The answer was simple, “Yoongi.”

A lull of silence came over our room. I knew I was right but the reason for the pause had nothing to do with that. Yoongi was unlike anything I have ever seen. We were walking down Bourbon Street years ago, when the smell of blood hit us like a truck. When we found the girl, blood staining the concrete and barely alive, Yoongi held his breath and helped her. I have always strived to be more like him and less like the monster I truly was. All I could think about was ripping her throat out while he tended to her wounds without so much as a wince. Taehyung broke the silence.

“I brought Y/N here to check out the three musketeers.”

Bootsy groaned, “They’ve been hell. Last night they tried to come inside but Hoseok was not having it. Apparently, the guys didn’t like that, but Hoseok went all demon on them or some shit. Talk to Kirby about it. She was here when it happened.”

Seokjin nodded, “Yeah. They’re trying to pick a fight with Jimin, too. They think they can take him on since he’s the only wolf in the area. Should’ve seen their faces when Yoongi showed up and none of them are stupid enough to step up to Taehyung.”

I hummed. They sounded like adrenaline junkies to me. They had to be young and inexperienced, likely all changed around the same time by the same person, and were set loose soon after. Whoever their creator was needed to be found. They were probably up to something far more interesting and using these rats to distract everyone. I would have to find Jimin tonight and speak with him. He would be more helpful than anyone else- far more helpful than Kirby “I’m too scared come save me” Smith. I would not look for Yoongi.

“They did,” Taehyung added, “try to get one over on Maria. She got two of them real good but one bit her and they got away.”

“Is she alright?” I asked.

“She’s fine,” Bootsy assured me. “She’s been resting a lot since then. You should go and see her before you leave, she’s been talking about you a lot recently.”

I nodded. Maria and I were not particularly close but she was rather fond of me. She would more than likely ask for a favor and I never said no to her. She was helpful and considerate when she wanted to be. She knew about my distaste for her lifestyle choices but chose to ignore it for Taehyung’s sake. After I left Yoongi, though, she had not been as welcoming. I had chosen to stay away after everything was over and I knew she appreciated that.

“I’m going to find Jimin,” I announced.

“He’s been sleeping at the Church recently.”

I rolled my eyes, “Jesus. He’s that bad off?”

Bootsy scoffed, “His pack exiled him. Of course he’s not well.”

Jimin was the youngest member of the Park pack. I knew his family was not pleased about his friendship with Taehyung, and especially not after the hunt. They disowned him last year, all connections with his pack severed, and he was a lone alpha now. I expected for him to be cut up over the situation but sleeping at the church was an extreme. No amount of praying could help him now, but I could imagine he would feel uncomfortable sleeping at the bar. We smelled horrible to him (not that he smelled much better).

The walk to the church was simple. I did not go at a vampire’s pace since there were many people out tonight, but I walked faster than most humans did. I disliked adjusting my body to crowds now. Before solitude, I loved playing human and being as close to them as possible. When I finally came to terms with what I was, that excitement lessened. When I gave up everything that made me want to keep my humanity, I loathed being in their presence all together. 

The church was a small cathedral made from stones and stained glass. I was not sure if service still happened there but it was well-maintained. I could smell Jimin’s lingering scent. Wolves smelled like wet dogs and woodchips. I bunched up my nose but continued walking.

His scent was old like he had been out for a while, but I followed my nose inside just to be sure. Jimin was a sneaky guy when he wanted to be. He was one of the closest fights I had ever been in. The only reason I won was my speed and I spared his life for Taehyung’s sake. We had slowly built a friendship over the years but he was closer to Yoongi. I suspected any relationship we might have had was over now and I was ready for a brawl. Even as weak as I was, I could take on Park Jimin any day. 

“Jimin!” I called out, hoping the wolf would hear me.

No response came. After sniffing around for a little while longer, I knew he was not at the church. Picking up on his scent, I began following it through the alleyways. We always had that in common. Jimin and I preferred the shadows and stayed far away from humans when we could. A werewolf’s anger could be catastrophic and full moons could mean a slaughter. 

Jimin’s scent led me to a small, dusty apartment complex in Harlem. Odd. For as long as I had known him, Jimin would rather sleep outside than surround himself with filth. He must be more desperate than anyone knows. Making my way inside, I was hit by must and burnt plastic. Someone was hot. It made following any scent impossible and ruined my senses entirely. Like cigarettes, crack was a bitch to be around. Still, I pushed through the uncomfortable feeling and continued looking for my old friend.

It was easier to pick out his heartbeat. A werewolf’s heart rate was faster than the average humans and heavier. While the blood never called to me the sounds it made did. Listening to his voice and heart, I went up the stairwell and down halls. Finally, when I reached the third floor, I heard a familiar heartbeat. With no eyes in sight, I dashed to the fourth floor and stood in front of the door I heard it coming from in less than a second. Jimin laughed on the other side and I heard a girl respond with something crude. Not wanting to wait any longer, I raised my arm and knocked. 

“Open the door, Hound,” I said, knowing he was more than likely getting ready to pounce. “I just want to talk.”

“Go in the room,” Jimin told his companion. “Now.”

“But-” She said.

“Go!”

The latch unhooked and the door opened. He looked horrible, hair disheveled and skin translucent, with a deep scowl on his face. Looking over his body, I was surprised by his weight loss. Jimin was always sunkissed and buff and now he looked a lot like I had the last time I looked in a mirror. I did not get to look at him for long because Jimin was reaching for me and throwing me into the apartment.

Slamming into a wall, I quickly shot up and went for him. He was not in shape or as strong as he had been during our last fight so taking him down was easy. Jimin fell to the floor and I moved at inhumane speeds to restrain him. Deep growls and snarls echoed around the room but I paid them no mind. I could hear the girl crying in the next room.

“Stop resisting,” I gritted, using my hands to flip him on his stomach and holding his wrists behind his back. Jimin bucked and kicked to no avail. He really was in a bad spot. My heart hurt for him and I was saddened with his hostility. I would like to help him if he let me. 

“Fuck you!” He spat.

Anger flaring, I held both hands with one of mine and reached for him with my other. Grabbing hold of his black hair, I slammed his face into the ground cracking the tile underneath it. He groaned and spit flecks of blood everywhere. He would heal within seconds so I did not care.

“You know how to piss me off,” I said.

“What the fuck do you want?” He shouted.

I sighed, “Taehyung said there’s been a wolf problem. I’m here to check it out.”

Jimin’s struggles stopped. Not trusting him, my grip stayed just as tight. Jimin could kill me if I let my guard down. I felt his ribs when he took a breath and I felt my resolve crumbling. Even if he tried, he would just hurt himself more. I loosened my fingers ever so slightly. I knew he felt it but still made no move to flip over.

“So you’re not looking for Yoongi?” He asked, voice small.

So that was the problem. My chest felt tight at the thought of our friends going through these lengths to keep me away from my mate. I knew I was wrong, evil even, for doing what I did. But none of them knew what had happened. None of them knew what I had done. Leaving Yoongi was the best decision for everyone. As much as I wanted to slam Jimin’s head in the floor again, I knew he thought he was doing the right thing. He knew where his loyalty stood and I was a flight risk. 

“No,” I replied defeated. “I’m not.”

Knowing the fighting was over, I let go of him and stood up. Jimin groaned as he rolled over and accepted my helping hand. The blood in his mouth was still healing and I reached out for him. While he did not bask in my affection like he had before, he did not pull away from my fingers.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Not sure,” He admitted, turning away from me. “After I left the pack I’ve been off.”

“Let me see.”

He slapped my hand away. “Let it go.”

Chastised, I moved my hands away from him. Jimin huffed and moved to the small kitchen on the other side of the room. Taking a step back, I looked around and was shocked by the lack of personality. Aside from a small loveseat and television, the living area was all but bare. The dining table a few feet away only had two chairs and a dim, flickering light above it. It smelled like a dog with a twinge of sweetness. The human was still crying and I could tell she was pressing her ear to the door. 

“She can come out,” I said.

“I’d rather she didn’t,” Jimin replied. “I’d offer you a drink but I like my girls filled with blood and alive.”

I sucked my teeth, “Hilarious.”

Jimin smirked. I knew he meant no harm with the jab- only a slight annoyance. After our pitiful fight a few moments ago he was smart enough to keep things civil. I knew he was still angry with me and I accepted that. The human could not really hear us very well despite her best efforts. I could hear her muttering to herself on the other side.

“She your mate?” I asked, growing sad for the woman. She really was worried about him.

“No,” Jimin replied, “But that doesn’t really matter.”

He was right but he would break her heart eventually. Then again, I did not know the nature of their relationship. She obviously knew a lot about him and was afraid of me. She knew I was a vampire and thought I was “the woman” who had been coming by lately and picking fights. I gritted my teeth.

“She thinks I’m someone else.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and groaned. “Taisiya’s been pissing everyone off.”

I growled. Taisiya Volkov was a person I had grown to hate over the years. When we first met she was sleeping with Yoongi, and felt hurt when he stopped paying attention to her once I came around. What was once pity soon turned into disdain when she refused to leave things alone. When that did not work, she became vindictive and always enjoyed picking an unwarranted fight. After a while, I gave in and fought back. Last I heard she and Yoongi reconnected. The thought made me sick.

“I guess I’ll be seeing her then,” I gritted.

“The worst thing about you being gone is her never leaving,” Jimin jokes.

I cracked a smile. I could imagine how Maria has been feeling. The only person that disliked Taisiya more than me was the older vampire. Even before her obsession with Yoongi, Maria had found the girl insufferable. When Yoongi changed her she had been livid. Thinking about that hurt me more than anything else.

Jimin sat at the dining table with a drink in his hand. I stayed rooted in my spot. He gestured for me to sit. It was strange to be mundane again. I sensed that Jimin was confused about my demeanor. It had been a long time since we had last seen one another and I had changed significantly. The girl was pacing now.

“She’s driving me insane,” I finally said. 

Jimin sighed, “She’s just worried.”

“Yes, I know, so comfort her. Let her know you’re not dead.”

Jimin nodded and excused himself. The woman was crying with relief when she saw Jimin and hugged him. I could hear them talking. Jimin’s voice was soft and soothing and worked to make the woman calm down. He told her that an old friend came over and that we needed privacy. The woman was not happy about that.

“Fern,” Jimin begged. “Please. Not now.”

“But that thing attacked you,” She defended.

“No, I attacked her. Please stay here.”

“I’m coming with you!” She started walking out of the room. 

Jimin caught her quickly. I marveled at her fiery red hair. Freckles covered every inch of her body and the few seconds I could see her face I was impressed by her beauty. Her eyes were soft and down-turned, bright blue, and sad. Jimin hid me from her view. I did not blame him. I looked every bit the monster I was. Fern huffed.

“Listen to me,” Jimin scolded. “Stop being difficult and get the fuck in the room.”

My skin crawled from his harshness. Mate or not the girl did not deserve to be spoken to that way. My anger bubbled for the girl and I found myself wanting to slam his face into the floor again. Their silence was loud and after staring one another down, Fern turned on her heel and slammed the door in his face. Jimin did not seem to care and rejoined me at the table.

“That was completely unnecessary,” I complained with a glare.

He rolled his eyes, “Give me a fucking break, Y/N.”

Deciding to drop the topic, I brought up the reason I had come all this way in the first place.

“So, this pack?”

Jimin jumped on this immediately, “A bunch of losers if you ask me.”

“How so?” I leaned back in my chair.

“They’re unlike any pack of wolves I’ve ever met,” He started. “It’s like their alpha just turned them and set them loose without care. It just doesn’t make any sense at all. Their violence, tenacity, aggression; it feels manufactured and wrong.”

This was news to me. According to everybody else, these wolves were simply young and dumb. Still an issue that needed to be taken care of but relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things. Especially after I got my hands on them. However, Jimin brought up a very good point. Why would a bunch of newly changed wolves start picking fights with much older, stronger vampires? Not a single pup I ever knew dared pick a fight with Jimin, and you would have to be suicidal to go toe-to-toe with Hoseok. Something was not right. 

“That’s not the only thing weird about them either. They smell off. There’s no way they’re pure wolves. Yoongi thinks they’re lycan-vampire hybrids like he is, but even that doesn’t explain anything away. They’re faster, stronger, and smarter than they should be for their age. I don’t understand it at all.”

I hummed. The hybrid idea was sound. If anything, it would make their odd behavior more understandable. Newborn vampires are vicious and angry. When I first changed, I was disgusted with what I had become but when I finally realized the power that came with being what I am, when I learned to accept it, I was unstoppable. Starr and I had a year of slaughter before I went back down to New Orleans to find Yoongi again. With the bloodlust gone I saw him clearer.

“What do you think it could be?” I asked.

“No idea,” He admitted. 

This was troubling. Jimin was brushed off and disregarded by everyone in his family, but after getting acquainted with them all he was the most clever. They never truly appreciated him until he was gone. His mother was fighting for survival in South Korea while his dad had run off to save himself. His youngest brother, Jihyun, was living with his mate in Paris. The Park clan’s reign had come to an end with the absence of their second alpha. I did not know how much Jimin knew of this and kept it to myself. It would pain him to hear of his mother in that condition.

Standing, I adjusted my stained clothes. Jimin did not follow me. In the room, I could hear Fern talking with someone on the phone. It sounded like it could be her mother and she was asking if she could go home soon. As much as I felt resentful toward Jimin for being mean to her, it was sad to think about him all on his own again. I knew he could hear it, too. His expression never faltered and I realized he was fine if she left. 

“I’m going to wash up at Taehyung’s.”

Jimin hummed, “You haven’t eaten in a while.”

It was a statement. 

“Been busy,” I replied.

“Eat first. Don’t need New York’s elite going missing.”

I chuckled, “Like you care.”

He cracked a smile. Then, he turned serious. I braced myself for another warning against seeing Yoongi.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” He murmured. “You need to eat. You’re all sunk in.”

Surprised, I decided to stay quiet. Nodding, I turned on my heel to leave. Unlike Fern’s steps, mine were completely silent as if I had never put my foot down. Jimin said goodbye as I left but I did not return the gesture. Had I looked that badly? Surely someone would have said something by now. I thought of Louis and knew he was more afraid of setting me off than anything. None of the others would either. Even taken in my haggard appearance they thought I was a monster among monsters.

Leaving the complex, I walked aimlessly trying to get in the proper head space to hunt. It was my least favorite thing to do. Taehyung and Starr had always made fun of my aversion to feasting on people, but to them it was second nature. Yoongi had been far more sympathetic. In his life, he tried to keep hunting to a minimum but he had the added advantage of being able to eat human foods. He was a hybrid afterall. However, blood still sang to him. I was what I was and nothing could change that, but I found that animal blood would do in a pinch. Never as satisfying as human blood, something I learned about in my early years, but never kept me thirsty. I was afraid I might have to feed on some poor human since it had been so long since my last feeding. Taehyung will be delighted.

Turning on 96th Street, I admired the beautiful architecture. The rich people living in these buildings never appreciated the structure or history behind their walls other than how it made them look. I refused to interact with these people at all. More often than not they made me want to disembowel them within the first few minutes of conversation. 

I heard someone following me once I passed The Penrose down 2nd Avenue. Continuing to walk, I kept my eyes and ears open hoping to catch the scent of whoever was behind me. As soon as I crossed East 79th, I turned down 78th and moved on autopilot toward the closest alleyway I could find. It was harder on this side of town, but the shadows licked at my body, beckoning me closer. The footsteps behind me continued. From their tone I knew they were a vampire. They were either an idiot or suicidal.

Turning into a small side street, I was able to walk a few more steps before I heard the air wishing. Spinning, I grabbed the vampire by their face and held them in the air. A large, deep growl vibrated in my chest. The vampire laughed, snapping me out of my daze. 

“Harder, Papi,” Starr mocked.

Groaning, I threw her to the ground and rolled my eyes. Undeterred, Starr only laughed harder and got back to her feet. Smiling, I playfully shoved her away. Starr hugged me tightly in return.

“Welcome back, baby!” She exclaimed. 

It had been five years since I last saw Starr in person. Before my last man-hunt, we tried to meet up at least twice a year. Her wild black hair tickled at my nose and I felt myself calm sniffing her scent. It was floral, like freesias, with a spicy cinnamon undertone. Her nails gently scratched the base of my neck.

“Thanks, Estrella,” I grinned.

“Stop calling me that,” Starr whined, shoving me back.

Born in Las Palmas in 1884 to a poor fisherman, Starr, or Estrella Ortez-Castro, grew up very differently than I did. Her father married her off to a much older man when she was 15. After 5 years of abuse, her sire Santiago found her on the beach shore near her home. He turned her out of loneliness and Starr ran away with him soon after her change was done. Without any children to miss or family to love, it was an easy decision. When the pair separated after 30 years together, she moved to America and changed her name to Starr. I was one of the only people who ever used her given name- something that annoyed her.

“You look like shit,” Starr said.

“I’ve been hearing that all night.”

She laughed, “Let’s go for a quick bite.”

Hooking her arm in mine, Starr went back to the main road. There was a woman walking her dog across the street. Her heartbeat was strong and hard. I could practically hear her blood flowing through her body. Basking in her scent, I could feel my mind slipping. Starr tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go, pollito,” She said affectionately. “There’s a bar full of sires begging for your attention a few blocks away.”

And I left the woman and her dog alone. Shame washed over me but I was proud that I had been able to walk away. Still, I told Starr I could not drink from anyone at Dauphine in the state I was in. I would kill them. She agreed to go run to Maine with me for some big game and we took off into the night. I did not breathe until I was out of New York.

Taehyung was happy to see me when I turned up at Dauphine’s later that night. Starr and I had played around with moose before coming back to her hotel in Brooklyn. After giving me a spare pair of pants and a shirt, we both showered before making our way back to the Upper East Side. Starr had been amused by my feeding habits.

“That was a lot more fun than I thought,” She joked, covered in blood and laying on the forest floor.

“They put up a better fight that’s for sure,” I replied, in a far better shape than my friend.

Starr grinned, “Next time, we should do bears.”

Bootsy’s human was long gone from the bar and I could tell Hoseok had left, too. Poor girl, I thought. He was probably having the time of his life. Starr left after saying hello. While she enjoyed Taehyung, I knew she was off to find Maria. The two of them were very close and I suspected lovers. I never asked. It was not my business.

“I was wondering when you were coming back,” The vampire said.

“Yeah, well,” I drawled, feigning boredom. “Everyone kept telling me how awful I looked.”

Taehyung chuckled, “Jimin said that?”

“Right after throwing me into a wall.”

He whistled, “Glad he’s getting some fire back in him.”

“Don’t get too excited,” I joked and sat next to him. “He gave up rather quickly.”

Taehyung hummed.

I knew he wanted to say something. The look on his face told the whole story. Something bad or uncomfortable and Taehyung did not do those conversations very well. Normally Maria or Yoongi would take care of them for him but as it was they were not the best options. A familiar smell wafted through the room but it was hard to pinpoint what it was. While it was familiar it was different enough to confuse me. Who was that?

Taehyung cleared his throat. An unnecessary gesture only reserved to distract. I looked at him again to see he looked apologetic. Another scent followed the last and this one was obvious. Taisiya. A grumble built in my chest automatically. Taehyung reached for my hand.

“Yoongi is with her,” He said calmly.

My senses were on overdrive and venom rushed into my mouth on reflex. And yet my heart hurt. Yoongi was with her? In what way? Before he would be running out of the room the moment he saw her. Had that changed? The more I thought about it, the more I spiraled, and the need to rip Taisiya’s head off was unbearable. Taehyung’s grip grew stronger.

“They have not noticed you. You smell strange and unfamiliar from the animal blood. Keep it that way.”

His words were hardly processed. Stretching my neck, I caught the swishing of the Russian woman’s blonde hair going up the stairs. Her giggles reached my ears easily along with a very familiar laugh. They were having a good time. They were laughing together. He was ahead of her but moved out of my eye sight. My chest was on fire and it was hard to breathe.

“Yes, they have been seeing one another but you must understand-”

I ripped my hands away from Taehyung’s and ran for the door. I needed to get out of here. Wolves be damned. I did not care anymore. He was with her. With Taisiya. Even in my absence I had never stepped out on him. I could not even imagine it. And for him to not only find someone else but a woman I hated- my unbeating heart could not bear it. However, escaping would not be so easy. 

I smelled him before I saw him. Hoseok reached for me with ease with a large, mischievous grin on his face. I saw the glint in his eye and knew what was going to happen. Fighting it was fruitless. His searing hot hands gripped my shoulders menacingly and I braced myself for what was about to happen. Taehyung told him to stop. I heard the other vampire’s in the room stop and stare.

“Y/N!” Hoseok bellowed, his eyes alight. “It’s been so long, gorgeous.”

Gritting my teeth, I reached for his hands and ripped them from me. Taehyung was at my side instantaneously. Hoseok did not look at him at all. His body was relaxed and at ease. My fists balled up tightly. I heard Taisiya’s gasp of my name and almost burst into flames in anger. 

The shadows in the bar gripped to my body and I could feel myself losing control of my emotions. Hoseok looked more excited by this. Taehyung said something to calm me down but my ears were ringing. My fingers crackled from the sudden power surge and I heard lightbulbs shattered in the background. People were afraid and the other vampires in the room tried to leave quickly. The bar was becoming increasingly darker. Taisiya cursed from her spot at the stairs.

“Yoon,” She cooed, “We should go to our room.”

All of the glass in Dauphine shattered, bathing the room in darkness. My vision was enhanced in this light and I was confident Hoseok could not see me. While Taehyung’s ability was enhanced glamor and hypnosis, mine had been far more brutal. The shadows called to me, I was stealthier and faster than most vampires, but my real power came from my fingertips. With one touch, I could kill anyone or anything. I used it rarely and only in extreme circumstances, but I was not thinking about it now. My fingers were freezing cold, even to me, and I lunged for the demon. 

He dodged me easily but I could tell he was worried. Hoseok had seen what I could do and was unsure of himself. One brush of my fingers and he could be a goner. Neither one of us were sure. Taehyung said something else but made no move to get close to me. The bar was in a panic but stayed completely still. No one breathed. Hoseok attempted to land a hit but missed. His demon senses was only useful during sex. Seeing an opening, I jumped up and over his head. Reaching out with my hand, I was inches away from touching him before someone grabbed a hold of me. 

Being flung across the bar was only an annoyance. I stopped myself easily before crouching defensively. Looking up, I prepared to launch myself at the attacker but froze. He had not aged a day since I last saw him. Neither have I but I knew I looked different. Not Yoongi. His hair hung around his shoulders, effortlessly beautiful despite how disheveled it always was. He wore all black, just as always, and his eyes pierced into me like nothing else before them. His face was hard and I felt the heartache I was running away from hit me like a truck. He was not happy to see me. He was with her.

With all of the fight taken out of me, I stood up slowly and did not move. Catching Taehyung’s eye, I knew he was worried about me. I did not lose my cool. Ever. And for Hoseok of all people to get under my skin I could only imagine what could be running through his mind. Yoongi brushed his shirt off and turned his back to me.

“I’ll clean this up,” He muttered to Taehyung. When Hoseok moved closer to me, Yoongi growled loudly. The demon took two steps back.

“No,” He replied quickly. “Just… go back to Taisiya.”

I stared at the floor when he walked by. My body ached to be near him but I restrained myself. The last thing I needed was to have a breakdown in front of these people. Steeling myself, I locked my heart away again. What was the point of having one if it could walk away from me into the arms of another woman? Hypocrite, my brain screamed and I had nothing to say to that.

“Don’t touch her again,” Taehyung seethed, pushing past the demon.

Hoseok chuckled, winked at me, and went off to find a booth. He had gotten his way regardless. The man loved chaos and working me up. He had just done both without much effort. He could feel my emotions easily and I wanted to leave even more now. The longer I was here the more opportunities Hoseok would have to throw my mate’s new relationship in my face.

Taehyung sighed and pat the top of my head. Any other time I would have ripped his arm off but it felt nice. I enjoyed the comfort regardless of who it was coming from. I heard Taisiya ask Yoongi about what happened.

“Just her being her.” 

Unable to take it anymore, I stepped away from Taehyung. The vampire looked so lost and confused. It had been a very long time since I had been this openly vulnerable and it was strange. It felt even stranger. 

“Don’t leave,” Taehyung begged. “Please. I- we need you right now.”

I shook my head. Taehyung did not try to stop me this time. The last thing I heard before I walked out of the bar was Taisiya telling a bad joke and Yoongi laughing. I went out looking for a man that night and drained him dry. Starr found me crying with his body in my lap behind the shitty bar I picked him up at.

“Oh baby,” She scooped me up in her arms. “It’s going to be okay. She’s just a distraction, you know that.”

Distraction or not, she had won his attention. Starr had not seen the way he had looked at me. Starr had not seen the way everyone knew he was happier without me around. I put up no fight when she picked me up and brought me to her hotel room. That night, I stared at the ceiling and replayed the look on his face over and over again.

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[soperatic]

seven minutes (in hell) with you

pairing: kim taehyung and jeon jungkook

tags: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, inspired by gossip girl, tennis player kim taehyung, swimmer jeon jungkook, rich taekook, , fake dating, mutual pining, slow burn, explicit smut, top jeon jungkook, bottom kim taehyung, eventual fluff, light dom/sub.

synopsis: years after a painful split, taehyung finds his ex-best friend, jeon jeongguk, hiding in a closet during a party from a particularly nasty ex-boyfriend. despite their bickering, he manages to cook up a plan that'll help them both and, just maybe, bring them back together.

a/n: finally started moving my works to tumblr! it'll be a work in progress since i have like twelve fics to bring over here but starting off with my newest baby! :))

this is the masterlist where you'll find all of the chapters

chapters

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

[sue-bts]

How to Destroy Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook 

Genre: Eventual Smut/Slow Burn/Highschool AU

Words: 4,821

Summary: Taehyung usually isn't up to much, but Senior year brings about serges of boredom. So, Jimin devises a plan to mess with High School's baddest boy Jeon Jungkook. And Taehyung has to go along with it.

But a two day field trip could ruin it all.

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Freshman year, for most sane people, is a nightmare. Taehyung’s experience with it was no exception. He sat with his ankles curled in on each other during his first period on his first day of school. Usually, he’d whip out a sketchbook to lazily draw, but he was antsy and didn’t know how strict the teacher would be with the class. The bell hadn’t rung yet, Taehyung was five (agonizing) minutes early. The teacher-later revealed to go by Mr. Min-was casually scrolling his computer, not even glancing at his new freshman class. Taehyung was unaware of his ease, thinking every shift in his desk would alarm the teacher and certainly have him kicked out of school on the first day.

Jungkook was different-well, Taehyung didn’t know his name was Jungkook yet. As the bell finally began to charm, signaling Taehyung’s waiting period to be over, the black haired boy marched into class. He rode the sound of the bell like a pro, like it beckoned him into class. Already eyes were drawn to him, his ease, his stroll. It’s hard to resist people like that, they do what everyone else envisions their ideal self to act like. Taehyung forced himself not to watch the other boy, he wanted to be the one kid who didn’t care, not admit to being an admirer. But he felt the pull to look back up, to trail after the boy’s figure. From the corner of his eye he could see the sweep of black hair, his arms shrugging off his backpack, his dramatic fall into his desk, the boisterous sound of he and his friends exchanging pleasantries. Finally the bell faded out and the class was met with silence. Maybe for a split second there was silence. And then there was Jungkook.

He was obnoxious. Taehyung saw how the teacher already regarded the boy. Eying him up, the lines in the teacher’s face emphasizing his disdain with the boy. Roll call revealed the class clown’s name to be Jeon Jungkook. Many eyelashes batted in the direction of the name, girls were already writing their names with his last name, practicing the sound of the name as it rolled off their tongues. “This is my boyfriend… Jeon Jungkook,” “Oh, last night? It’s so embarrassing…I hooked up with Jeon Jungkook! Can you imagine that?!”

No ones eye’s batted when Kim Taehyung’s name was called, he raised a mild hand up from his scratch paper and the teacher hardly even raised his eyes from his list. Taehyung already felt a tinge of disdain in his stomach for the black haired boy-correction: Jeon Jungkook. Just his name sounded pretentious. But Taehyung couldn’t resist constantly sneaking a peek over at him. He was across the class from Taehyung, at a diagonal, in the perfect position for viewing. And Taehyung, despite his reserves, his morals, always took advantage of this seating arrangement perk.

The moments he lived for were when Jungkook’s eyes would travel and they’d flutter past Taehyung’s gaze, but sometimes they’d catch. The stare would linger, Taehyung looking away, a blush covering his cheeks and his fingers pausing from whatever writing or drawing he was in the midst of. Jungkook’s eyes would always wander away as quickly as they’d come across Taehyung. Maybe it was just a random glance, class was boring and eyes easily wander about. Those moments were chaste, but for the rest of Freshman year Taehyung always longed for them to be more frequent, and for much longer durations.  

The glitch in the Matrix-which was Jungkook-did not disrupt Taehyung’s Sophomore or Junior year. Taehyung thought of him as “a glitch in the Matrix” because normal life would be proceeding day to day, and then on a random occasion, Jungkook would once again appear.

Taehyung, not having a class with him anymore, was able to turn a blind eye to the rowdy boy’s antics as he terrorized the campus. Jungkook was always up to something, running around in spring on the quad, wearing little puffy shorts to flaunt his athletic calves. And in winter he’d be tucked away under large jackets and black bucket hats, never walking down stairs but riding the railing, a gaggle of girls following after.

Taehyung would let himself observe, it was like a zoo, a large lion performing a mating dance every day to a different admirer. Taehyung appreciated the distance though, not having a class with Jungkook meant he could easily scurry away before getting anywhere close to the black haired boy. He feared Jungkook to the extent one would fear a vat of poison. Definitely not because of Jungkook’s sharp features, broad shoulders and the way his body was slouched with ease. Taehyung was intimidated in how Jungkook would sit on top of tables in the cafeteria, throwing food at his friends, and during passing period he’d be standing on benches and then jumping onto his friends shoulders, running around like that until yard duty would stop them. Taehyung was content with his Jungkook-free lifestyle, it was quiet and his focus wasn’t interrupted by pretty boys with lazy behavior.

Taehyung’s Jungkook-free lifestyle was ruined when he walked into his English class, Senior year, 6th period, and instantly met eyes with the very boy was he content in never speaking to again

Of course. Taehyung’s luck was just that good.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset by this, you literally have spoken to him like… once? Twice?” Jimin says, veering the car as they head off campus for lunch the next day.

Taehyung winces at Jimin’s driving skills, the wheel continuously driving over the many orange traffic bumps.

“It’s not about me talking to him, Jimin,” Taehyung starts, his face contorted with disgust, “It’s like… I don’t know, his presence annoys me.”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a huff. “Bullshit, more like his looks annoy you.”

Taehyung really wants to punch Jimin’s arm for that comment, sadly Jimin is the one driving and Taehyung is too much of a wimp to commit to that.

“I’ll admit it, I’m one of Jungkook’s many admirers, but I’m of the group of guys who wants to be him, not fuck him.”

Jimin lets out an exasperated huff, his eyes squinting at the road

“Can’t say the same for you though,” Taehyung says, laughing, watching Jimin’s face contort with a sly grin and blush.

“Oh shut up,” Jimin scrunches his nose in the direction of Tae in the passenger seat. “Jungkook is way too much of a whore for me to go after, the whole school can agree his dick has been everywhere.”

“Not everywhere, Jiminie…” Taehyung giggles as they pull up to their favorite taco truck. Jimin does not play along with Taehyung’s grotesque antics. He twists his keys so the car sputters to a quiet, spinning in his seat to face Taehyung head on.

“I think you should give Jungkook a chance, I’ve heard he’s calmed down a lot, I mean it’s senior year, I think everyone has,” Jimin says.

Taehyung wants to agree with his friend, but he can’t drop how irritated he gets by Jungkook’s presence. “I swear Jimin, honest to god, I want to believe you…”

Jimin throws back his head and rolls his eyes, “Agh! Tae! When have I ever been wrong when it comes to guy troubles?!”

They get out of the car and shut the doors almost in unison. Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s question, “Actually, I can recall so many times you’ve been wrong.”

Jimin does a motion with his hand to disregard whatever Taehyung said as they walk towards the truck.

“The point is, I don’t think Jungkook is half bad. I saw him at a party a few weeks ago and he was helping a lot of really drunk people to not throw up all over themselves.”

“Jimin… my appetite…” Taehyung whines, dramatically leaning back and forth like he’s going to be sick.

“Maybe he’s just rowdy in class to get your attention Tae Tae, maybe he’s secretly in love with your little artsy ass,” Jimin muses, his cheeks puffing with a smile. Taehyung wishes he already had his burrito so he could throw it at Jimin’s face.

“Yeah, sure, because I love when boy’s are loud as fuck in class and never sit still.”

“I think my little Tae is in love!!!” Jimin cries out, his high pitch voice alerting some other people’s attention in line. Taehyung looks around in distress with Jimin’s loud proclamation.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as I hate ‘Jeon Jungkook,’” Taehyung says, his low voice a husky whisper until he raises his pitch to say Jungkook’s name, mocking girl’s voices who constantly yell out the name any chance they get.

Jimin is used to ignoring Taehyung though, just smiling back at his friend, “You are going to have so much fun in 6th period, I can’t wait!”

Taehyung curses Jimin when he shows up to his 6th period, burrito in hand, 5 minutes late. The class is nearly dead silent and Mr. Kim looks up from his desktop when he hears the door abruptly slam behind Taehyung. Taehyung noticeably cringes with the noise, everyone turning to look at him when they hear the sudden noice.

“I had people sit where they want today so I could make a seating chart for the year. There’s one seat left so you can take that one,” Mr. Kim says, unapologetically, hardly caring enough to look at Taehyung directly. Mr. Kim doesn’t realize how much pain he is currently inflicting of Taehyung’s body, Taehyung scans the room for the empty desk only to see that it is beside Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

He should’ve stayed at the fucking taco truck. Taehyung is too done with high school to have to deal with this shit. But he manages to gain control of his limbs and muster the effort to walk over to his empty desk. It’s like walking towards his own execution, the chair daunting and the metal of it cold. Jungkook doesn’t even look up, doesn’t acknowledge that the seat beside him is the one vacant. His dark hair just swoops over his eyes and his shoulders turn away from Taehyung to begin chatting with his friends to his left. Mr. Kim finally stands from his computer and shushes them as he begins the day’s lesson.

Thus begins Day 1 (of sitting next to Jungkook).

“I’m assuming everyone read chapters 8 through eleven last night. So, turn to your seating partner and discuss it for a few minutes, then I’ll hand out the prompt, and on one sheet of paper write down a cohesive response. It’s due by the end of the period,” Mr. Kim says, passing out the prompt paper to the different rows of students.

Taehyung feels a rush of relief with this and turns to his right, face to face with a random girl.

“You’re not my partner,” she says with a little smirk, “he is,” and she points to Jungkook to Taehyung’s left. Taehyung’s stomach drops, how lucky is he?!

“Oh…” Taehyung audibly sighs, slowly pivoting his body to an angle to face Jungkook, but the other boy hardly looks up from his paper. Taehyung scans the paper, it’s still blank, there’s really nothing for Junkgook to be so focused on.

“Uh… so… I did the reading… and I thought the chapters really had a lot to do with religion… and loss of… innocence…?” Taehyung slowly drawls out, words light on his tongue so as not to embarrass him if they end up being wrong interpretations. Jungkook does a small nod but still doesn’t meet Taehyung’s eyes. Taehyung gives up with his efforts, making sure to give a large uhmf as he spins in his chair to sit normally. That catches Jungkook’s attention and the boy looks up with a small smile creeping along his featuers. Taehyung tries not to pay notice to the boy’s change in attitude, not wanting to instantly forgive him after being so ignored just before.

“Wait-what’s your name?” Jungkook asks, his voice casual and at ease. Taehyung, on the other hand, is rigid. He wants to grab for his sketchbook and quickly scribble with his lead pressed as hard to the paper as he can before snapping it. He doesn’t know how such a simple question can have him so riled. Maybe it’s in Jungkook’s tone, or how he doesn’t change his posture to even show if he wants an answer.

“Taehyung.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve had a class with you before,” Jungkook says, and his eyes drop from Taehyung to look back at his empty paper. The conversation ends with that. Taehyung doesn’t even try to correct Jungkook and mention their freshman year class. Taehyung was silent that entire year, he doesn’t really expect Jungkook to have noticed him.

“Are you guys going to get started on the assignment?” Mr. Kim asks, interrupting Taehyung’s train of thought. Mr. Kim also has a way about him of nonchalantness, asking a question and already moving on before really getting an answer. He says these things to maintain order in the class, but his eyes never take in the empty sheet. Taehyung grunts a response, something like, oh we’re still thinking about it, but his mind is still hung up on Jungkook.

“I didn’t read,” Jungkook deadpans, dropping his pencil from his hand onto the desk and promptly grabbing his phone and earbuds from his backpack. Taehyung lets out a deep exhale through his nose, his nostrils puffing, and slides the blank paper and prompt sheet onto his desk. It doesn’t seem Jungkook is even apologetic about it either, putting in his ear buds, concealed by the hoodie he pulls over his hair.

“Thanks man,” he mumbles as he fully reclines into his desk and his eyes shut. Taehyung is nearly dumbfounded by Jungkook’s behavior, just watching the other boy in his blissed out state before finally turning his attention back to the assignment.

What. An. Asshole.

Later that night Taehyung tries to convey the story to Jimin over the phone, but Jimin seems to be an avid Jungkook supporter.

“I get it Tae, he’s popular, he’s attractive, and he uses that so he doesn’t have to do his own work… it’s horrible,” Jimin sighs, his voice small and sweet over the phone. Taehyung huffs, wanting it to be more complicated than it is.

“I don’t think he’s attractive!” He blurts, sounding defiant and silly.

“Oh c’mon now Tae, don’t flatter yourself. I think the entire student body at our school can agree he’s attractive.”

“Well, I just don’t see it. And second of all, even if he was, it’s just his whole demeanor that annoys the crap out of me. He doesn’t even notice my existence next to him.”

Jimin is quiet for a little while over the phone and then a small giggle escapes him. “You should make him notice you!” Jimin exclaims.

Taehyung is already rolling his eyes at Jimin’s antics, but still quieting over the phone to prepare for Jimin’s instructions. Teahyung would usually play into Jimin’s little games, smiling wide and finding it all very exhilarating, but with the thought of Jungkook on his mind, Taehyung is very serious about the issue at hand.

“You should try to act out like he does, be a class clown, don’t help him with partner assignments, act as laid back and fuckboy-ish as possible,” Jimin snickers. He speaks in almost a whisper, the idea so exciting to him he feels he must hush his voice.

Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh, “I do want to pass high school, Jimin.”

Jimin huffs, “you can pass and still act like you don’t have a stick up your ass all the time.”

Taehyung is mildly offended by the comment but lets it slide. “I guess it could be interesting…” Taehyung finds himself mumbling into the phone. He wants to take the words back but Jimin already latches on with a sheer giggle, followed by a trail of fast words spilling out of him.

“See?! Just do your homework in secret and act like an idiot when you’re around Jungkook, it’s perfect! Ugh! Tae! This is going to be so good! You’re going to beat Jungkook at his own game. You’re going to out fuckboy the fuckboy!”

Taehyung can practically picture how Jimin’s nose must be scrunching up while he laughs at the other end of the phone. He likes how excited Jimin gets about his mischievous plans, and that excitement carries over to Taehyung, lifting his mild expression to that of slightly pleased with himself.

Hopefully the plan will work and he won’t just end up looking like a complete try-hard at being a not-try-hard. Despite the little flutters of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, at least he’s actually looking forward to 6th period tomorrow.  

The next day, Taehyung pauses before automatically going for his usual sense of style. He reconsiders, eyeing up his closet, and thinks of what a more laid back fuckboy might wear. Usually Taehyung opts for a chic look, loose fitting jackets over a graphic tee (also loose), and then a set of…loose pants. He really likes loose fitting clothes with a pair of converse or slides, then maybe a hat to top off the look. He gets complements all the time on how he dresses, but he doesn’t dress like the lacrosse star Jeon Jungkook. This is who he must channel from now own.

The way Jungkook dresses reminds Taehyung of middle school, athletic shorts and a Patagonia long-sleeve. Taehyung goes to his dresser and reaches farther into it than he has in probably years. His hands finally land on a plain long-sleeve with a random brand’s logo and then some tight fitting light wash skinny jeans. Taehyung feels he morphed into a different person in the span of a few minutes, completely disgusted by his mirror’s reflection.

When Jimin sees him for the first time Jimin practically screams. He does do a few little jumps/skips though (which might be worse than if he’d just screamed).

“Taehyung! I did not know you even owned stuff like that,” Jimin says, snickering, landing a punch to Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung wants to laugh but he just rolls his eyes, “I feel naked Jimin, this outfit is absurd.”

“But you do look like every other straight guy at this school, you’ll definitely have Jungkook fooled.”

“Ok so… how long are we going to keep this going?” Taehyung asks, a desperateness to his voice as he looks down at his body. It looks like his head is attached to a completely new person. His shoulders fill out the shirt almost too well, he must have bought the at least 5 years ago when he was a much smaller Taehyung.

“Y’know what our game-plan should be?” Jimin asks.

“I literally don’t, that’s why I asked.”

Jimin laughs, “Oh right. Ok, this is what should happen: You have a month to make Jungkook your friend, if you guys go to a party together, like as two friends going together, you’ll have won and you can stop dressing like that.”

Taehyung wants to strip from these tight fitting clothes the second he hears what Jimin says. “What?! That’s so extreme. Jungkook is so popular, even if we were class friends he won’t hangout with me outside of school.”

Jimin shrugs, “You know how I’m the teacher’s aid in your english class…”

Taehyung dramatically leans back, letting out a large groan, “Jimin, you are literally the worst and I don’t even know what you’re about to say.”

Jimin smiles, “Your english class is going on a field trip in one month and I’m in charge of randomly pairing people to stay in the same hotel room.”

Taehyung’s heart lurches from his chest, he wants to smack Jimin in the face, but he can’t help but stand there without movement and let Jimin continue to unravel his evil plan.

“If you don’t follow through with the plan… I can pair you two lovebirds up in the same room for 2 nights.”

Taehyung was expecting this kind of thing from Jimin, Jimin is always up to stuff like this. In 6th grade Jimin somehow managed to have a joint birthday party with his crush and this resulted in a wonderful photo collage of them cutting the cake together, dancing, everything mirroring a wedding photo book. Jimin has always been devious like that. Taehyung doesn’t know how, but Jimin always finds a way to get exactly what he wants, it’s probably the smile, his little crescent eyed smile.

“Ok Tae Tae… you know I’m your friend,” Jimin says sweetly, “I won’t actually hold you to any of this if you don’t want to… but it’s senior year! I need something to root for because it’d be so entertaining if you actually tried this out.”

“Jimin-” Taehyung tries to start.

“And once this is over and you win at Jungkook being our friend, maybe you can come up with a funny challenge for me and I’ll do it!”

“Jimin. Just listen to me for a second. I’ll do it. But if I win the challenge and get Jungkook to go with me to a party, you owe me like… a lot of money.”

Jimin smiles, knowing how disposable his income is, and juts his hand out to Taehyung. Taehyung with an annoyed sigh-that does have a pitch of endearment to it-meets Jimin’s and they shake on their plan.

Jungkook is doomed, (in a fun way).

Taehyung is, of course, on time for his 6th period class. He manages to hold a to-go box from lunch, a drink sweating with condensation, and his phone, somehow squished between two fingers. He wishes he could go into class and set all this stuff down with time to spare-as he would normally do-but instead he waits until the bell begins to ring and turns from his hidden corner and begins to walk to class. Jungkook is actually ahead of him and holds the door for Taehyung as they make it in before the bell fades out. Mr. Kim does a wave of his hand to acknowledge that they weren’t “actually” late as they find their seats.

Day 2 (of sitting next to Jungkook). 

“So much traffic,” Taehyung mumbles, already trying out his new persona, voice languid and his posture at ease. Jungkook still hardly returns Taehyung’s attention.

“Tell me about it,” he grunts in response. At least Taehyung got a response, that’s a development.  

Taehyung doesn’t try to continue the conversation though, he opens up his to-go box and begins to nibble at the remains. While Taehyung makes himself busy with his food, he uses his peripheral vision to eye up Jungkook as much as he can. Jungkook is dressed very similar to Taehyung, a white t-shirt on, paired with black shorts and some sneakers. The black and white color palette isn’t really Taehyung’s forte-as he usually goes for a beige or monochrome color scheme-but he admits that Jungkook pulls off the simple shades. Jungkook’s black hair goes well with his often black outfits, and the white t-shirt not only contrasts the large amount of black in his pallet, but also doesn’t drown out his skin tone, he’s tan from all his time on the field. The skin that is revealed, most of his arms, most of his legs, his neck, it’s all a warm honey color that would probably taste sweet under the tongue-

Taehyung tries not to get caught actually eyeing up Jungkook. And also not lost in his thoughts. They were definitely spiraling.

Jungkook turns to his friends and makes a comment about whatever assignment they’re in the midst of working on in a different class, Taehyung tilts a head and listens in on what subject they’re discussing.

“Has anyone done the Calc homework?” one of the girls in the group asks. Jungkook groans, finally a noise from him louder than his usual sighs and mumbles.

“Literally no one has, I have no idea who to get it from,” another girl answers.

“The group chat hasn’t been answering either, I think they’re sick of us asking,” one of the guys adds, with a laugh that negates all his previous words.

Taehyung has done the calc homework. But that isn’t part of his new persona. His new persona would ask for it from the group chat and if that didn’t work he’d simply not do it. So that becomes Taehyung’s advice.

“I heard it’s worth like no points,” Taehyung chimes in. Heads turn to look past Jungkook to where Taehyung sits. “I’m not gonna do it and I heard a lot of people aren’t.”

“Really?” The first girl asks, her face turning from concern to a proud smirk. “See guys, Taehyung isn’t stressing so I’m sure we don’t have to be either.”

Taehyung really doesn’t like how she said his name like that, it ruins his persona that he invented today. This new Taehyung is not the voice of reason when it comes to homework. New Taehyung didn’t hear about there even beinghomework until after it was due.

“Dude, I do the homework to get points so I don’t have to do good on every test, you don’t have to worry about that cause you do good on the tests,” Jungkook says. He turns his attention to Taehyung and Taehyung swears this might be the first time they’ve had a face to face conversation throughout the span of high school. But what Jungkook said isn’t a very strong starting point for Taehyung’s plan for achieving friendship. Jungkook’s words are sharp and Taehyung wishes he could just roll his eyes and ignore Jungkook as he would normally do. Taehyung tries to play it cool though, scoffing at Jungkook’s comment and slouching farther into his seat.

“She doesn’t actually look at what we write on the paper for homework, just scribble down some numbers and you’ll get full credit if you really care.”

Jungkook raises a brow and turns back to his friends with his shoulders raised.

“I mean, we’re only like 2 days into the school year, she might be an easy homework grader,” Jungkook says, his words instantly encouraging the rest of the group to agree.

One of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok, leans forward from his seat and outstretches his arm to Taehyung, “Dab me up bro, you’re a real one,” he says, fist bumping Taehyung who obliges with a mild smile. “Did you have a senior friend last year who told you how she grades?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung responds, dropping his arm from the fist bump and letting his arm slouch onto the back of Jungkook’s seat. Jungkook obviously feels the brush of Taehyung’s arm as it glides from his seat and back to Tae’s lap, and Jungkook’s body tenses with the sensation. Undetected from the rest of the group, Jungkook’s eyes dart over to look at Taehyung, but Taehyung tries his hardest not to emote, meeting Jungkook’s stare and then ignoring him to look behind him at his friends. Jungkook looks away from Taehyung when the brown haired boy disregards the eye contact.

“Bro, that’s hella chill, dab me up again, you’re for real the plug,” Hoseok says again, smiling widely and reaching behind Jungkook’s shoulder’s again to fist bump Taehyung. Taehyung, feeling even bolder after this exchange going so well, lets his arm slip back to Jungkook’s seat but leaves it there. The rest of Jungkook’s friends turn to each other to start their own conversations and Jungkook sits still with his eyes trained on his paper. Taehyung, with his free hand, starts picking at his leftover food again, and only lets his arm drop when Mr. Kim finally stands up to formally begin the class’ lesson.

When Taehyung’s arm casually slips off Jungkook’s chair to rest at Taehyung’s lap, Jungkook’s eyes follow. Taehyung is internally very focused on the lecture, outwardly projecting a dazed off appearance, one of someone completely spacing out. So he doesn’t see how Jungkook watches his arm, Taehyung’s tan skin only revealed in select places from under his long sleeve. What are exposed are his large hands, the veins are prominent and clench as he grazes his palm from his thigh to his knee. He does this back and forth, the repetition enticing Jungkook, who wishes he wasn’t so invested in how the boy’s hand moves. It grabs onto his knee, and from there slides up to his thigh, and then once again back to his knee. It has Jungkook imagining different things, what that large hand would feel like grazing up his skin-

Jungkook finally snaps out of it, trying to find an object to space out on, to drown out the sound of the lecture and forget all these new, strange and invasive thoughts.

But he can’t stop his mind from circling back to Kim Taehyung.

[fave-bts-fics]

hii:) i’m looking for a fic i read in 2019 (i think it was a tae fic) i believe they hated eachother but then they were roomates and they had insomnia and to help them sleep they began cuddling so they could fall asleep? it then worked and then they fell in love! it’s okay if you can’t help me try and find it:))

Hi!

Ok so you didn't mention the ship

Sooo I'm not really sure if this is the one you're looking for

If it isn't, please drop another ask with the ship name

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Fall Asleep (Fall For You)

BY: drannie

SHIP: TAEKOOK

WORD COUNT: 149954

CHAPTERS: 22

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

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On a side note I got to read a super great fic. Even if this is not the one you're looking for, I would 100% recommend it :)

[ggukkiesclips]

énouement by merelypretty on AO3

🔞.

being a fairy prince isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you’re cursed to die by the age of twenty. a year before his birthday, taehyung meets fairy hunter jeongguk, and he’s pretty sure he’ll die a little earlier than planned.

the world needs more fairy!tae fics 😩

i won't spoil any more from this one, but this is probably on my top ten list of fav fantasy!fics !! so definitely check it out if you're interested :D

[trxshrecs]

to always follow the sun

by thruspring [ 36k words - 1/1 - taekook ]

In which Jeongguk upgrades from being his boss' frazzled and overworked assistant to prospective future step-parent practically overnight.

my favorite fic ever. if i could frame this and hang it on my wall, i totally would ngl

[thebtsficrec]

Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he’d been right.

Or was he?

[anythingtrxsh]

two truths and a lie

by aeterisks [ 11k words - 1/1 - taekook ]

After unsuccessfully looking for a nude model for weeks for a class project, art student Kim Taehyung musters up the courage to ask his friend Jeongguk to model for him. It wouldn't be a problem, if not for the fact that Taehyung has been in love with him for years.

taehyung’s terribly gay and jeongguk’s terribly naked (for the most part)

[biaswreckmepls]

not just a weapon

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16193693/chapters/37843301

Author: ineedmygirl

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Min Yoongi/Park Jimin

Status: Completed

Chapters: 6/6 (60521 words)

Tags: Assassin AU, Break Up AU

Summary:

At first glance, one wouldn't assume that Min Yoongi was a hitman.

At first glance, one wouldn't assume that Park Jimin was the ex-boyfriend of a hitman.

They really need to stop meeting like this.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16193693/chapters/37843301

[taekookficrecs]

(Maybe I Love You) We're Too Young For That 

by kaihua (( M | 20/22 | 140,297 ))

If there’s anything Taehyung dislikes more than writing pop songs, it’s writing songs for Jungkook: rising idol, CF magnet, and one of the biggest douchebags Taehyung’s ever met.

But hey, it pays the bills.

Admin tk - Even though it hasn’t been completed yet it was updated a couple weeks ago and it’s almost at the end!! I really loved this fic and liked the characterisation of both tae and guk. Tae produces songs for guk who is an idol,, but there's so much backstory which made it so much more enjoyable for me to read

[yuqibabe]

- A Touch of Silver - (BTS)

Angel/Demon AU

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst and possible Gore.

Pairing: Taehyung and Jungkook. 

Summary:

“Heaven was surprisingly very similar to life on Earth, only here in Heaven did sin cease to exist. Or so Jungkook thought.”

Warnings: Angst.

Chapter One - Empty Words.

Three years.

It had been three years since Taehyung had vanished.

However, he wasn’t the only one. The week prior to his disappearance was filled with strange occurrences. Angels all over the place were vanishing, not a single trace left behind to give any leads as to where they went. They were gone, just like that, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Jungkook had spent the first year searching for his lover endlessly, helping as much as The Guardians would allow him. Every single time he thought he was even a little bit closer to finding Taehyung, he was always met with another dead end. Every lead, every new piece of information, anything that was remotely linked to Taehyung’s whereabouts, was cut short and erased. It frustrated Jungkook so much, he was confused, and most of all, hurt. Why did Taehyung leave him?

It was a question that haunted the angel, kept him up at night and sent him into a spiral of seemingly inescapable sorrow. He spent those very nights letting his tears wash over his red cheeks, stinging his swollen eyes. Jungkook confined himself to his room, locking the door and letting his miserable thoughts devour his mind until he passed out of exhaustion due to his endless sobs.

But that was two years ago.

“Jungkook are you even listening to me?” 

Snapping out of his daze, Jungkook lifted his eyes to land on the face of his best friend. Out of all his features, the most striking one was the thick, plump lips, that were currently pulled slightly downwards at the corners in a frown.

“Uh, I- yea sorry Jimin” Jungkook apologized half-heartedly. Jimin eyed Jungkook up and down, his dark brown eyes swirling with concern. “Everything alright?” He asked softly. 

This is where Jungkook lies. He’s been through this exact scenario with Jimin countless times before. 

The angel would get lost in the questions and the doubt that clouded his mind, that he’d forget that he was in the middle of a conversation, forget that he was wasn’t alone, physically. This usually happened around Jimin. Since the smaller angel had stuck around Jungkook ever since the night, wanting to make sure he was okay. Which Jungkook never was. Jimin would pull the angel away and into a private space, stare seriously into Jungkook’s miserable, tired eyes and say: “Now tell me what’s really going on?” To which the younger would respond by breaking down, holding onto Jimin weakly as incoherent words tumbled from his lips between choked sobs. Jimin was there for him when he felt like no one was. But that was two years ago. Jungkook was okay now, right? Wrong.

“Yea, I’m fine” Jungkook replied with a few nods. Turning his head away to stare blankly out the cafe window. His fingers gently drumming on the mug tucked between his soft palms.

Jimin let out a long sigh, his eyes flickering between Jungkook and his own mug before he spoke.

“You can stay at mine tonight if you want?” He offered, shuffling in his seat. 

“Huh?” 

“I said, you can stay at mine if you’d like.” 

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew what day it was. It wasn’t an anniversary, you celebrated anniversaries, not something like today.

Jungkook pursed his lips and nodded, muttering thanks.

The pair had left the cafe on Jungkook’s request. Jimin followed blindly for almost half an hour, letting Jungkook gently tug him onwards. He soon realised where the younger had taken them after he had passed through the golden bars of the tall gate.

“The Garden of Eden.” 

Jungkook crouched down by a clear river that meandered gently through the meadow forests. His wings fluttered slightly as he dipped his fingertips into the cold water, letting the running water glide through his fingers. Jimin walked slowly over to where Jungkook was, taking in his surroundings, for he had only been here a few times.

The Garden of Eden was a sacred, serene, and most of all untouched area of land. It had remained that way after Heaven had reclaimed it as their own from the Humans. The reason was that the Humans had abused what was given to them as a gift, a paradise where they could live in peace and prosper. 

Jungkook shook his hand, letting water droplets splatter from his fingertips. He wrapped his arms around his legs and tucked his chin into the gap, as his bottom rested weightlessly on the grass and flowers. His pearl coloured wings were relaxed and hung loosely from between his shoulder blades. 

Jimin stood next to him, brown eyes catching glimpses of deer that pranced soundlessly through the trees on the other side of the river.

“We used to come here a lot.” The younger murmured softly. His voice barely audible amongst the sounds of birds chirping happily to each other. 

“You and-”

“Yea.” 

The pair remained in a comfortable silence.

Jimin squinted slightly as the rays of light filtering through the trees caught his eyes. He crouched down and sat next to Jungkook. His larger wings settling behind him, gingerly touching the feathers of the younger’s.

Out of the blue, Jungkook started laughing softly to himself. Jimin raised a brow in question and stared at Jungkook. “He used to chase around the deer trying to catch one for me. He never actually got one, but it was funny watching him run around for hours and hours. And we used to roll down the hills and once we reached the bottom, we’d just lie on the grass next to each other staring up at the sky. It was those moments where I’d felt so much happiness. This was our place and it was just us then.” Jungkook’s laughter died down and his cheeks reddened with oncoming tears, but none came. “But now it’s just me...”

Jimin didn’t hesitate to gently pull Jungkook into his embrace, gently curling one of his wings around him. The latter stayed silent, but slid his arms around Jimin’s small waist and held him tightly, burying his face into his chest. They didn’t need to exchange words, just being in each other’s company like this was enough to momentarily soothe Jungkook’s internal loneliness.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” The older spoke softly after a few minutes.

Jungkook nodded his head in Jimin’s chest but made no move to get up, he just held onto him. The angel patted his arm gently, urging to get him up. Jimin struggled to remove Jungkook’s arms that enveloped his torso but managed to break free eventually. He pulled the younger up and jokingly grunted, “ugh… you weigh a tonne.”

Jungkook pushed Jimin lightly and shook his head, “not as much as you”

“Whatever, Tiny Wings” The shorter smirked, glad he managed to lighten the mood, even if it was temporarily.

Jungkook spent the rest of their walk back to Jimin’s house defending the size of his wings, flapping them softly.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to slip back into his depressive state after they entered Jimin’s house. The angel had led Jungkook to his room and left some pyjamas on the bed for him to change into, whilst he cooked up something to eat.

Jungkook hesitantly got changed, lethargically tugging off his clothes and pulling on the soft fabric of the pyjamas. He remained in the bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the grey bed sheets and drawing soothing patterns onto the skin of his palm with his thumb.

He raised his head as he heard Jimin shuffling into the room, opening the door with his back as his hands were occupied with two bowls of something that smelt delicious. Jungkook’s hunger ignited at the strong savoury scent and his brown eyes grew wide as he eagerly reached for one of the dishes.

“I hope you like it!” Jimin smiled softly as he sat down in front of Jungkook, hungrily eating up the food.

“It’s delicious” The younger mumbled before gulping down another mouthful.

The pair finished their dinner, not long after Jimin had brought it in, and set their bowls on the bedside table. The smaller angel coughed, trying to get Jungkook’s attention. The latter looked up to Jimin’s questioning eyes and slightly tilted head as if he were analysing him like some sort of scientist, with Jungkook being his experiment.

Jungkook equally returned the stare. “What?”

Jimin’s expression softened, “do you want to talk about it?”

Any other day and the younger would have been okay, but hearing those words from Jimin caused the memories to resurface and plague his mind. Jungkook didn’t even remember much from that night, just bits and pieces. It was like trying to remember a dream, things never quite making sense because he couldn’t conjure up everything that had happened. Words, sentences, touches, everything that was exchanged that night was jumbled, some parts missing. The only thing he solidly remembered was the promise, those few words had him stuck in that very same spiral of inescapable sorrow. They buzzed around his head, never once for a second did he forget them.

“You’ll come back... right?”

“Yea, yea, of course. I promise.”

Jungkook’s bottom lip trembled at the memory as if it only happened yesterday. “Why did he leave me?” He choked out the words, no longer fighting the tears he had been holding off for those many hours he had spent with Jimin.

“I-I don’t know Jungkook…” Jimin admitted. Jungkook cried harder, sobs wracking his body and his little wings bobbing up and down weakly with every cry.

“It’s my f-fault isn’t it? I d-did something...wrong. H-he was right to leave me... I-” He was cut off by Jimin pulling him towards his chest and holding him close, hands rubbing circles into his back as he cooed gentle words into his ear. Jungkook clung to the angel, his fingers gingerly fiddling with the feathers of his larger wings. It comforted Jungkook to touch other angel's wings, they were incredibly soft, fragile and sensitive, it made him feel less vulnerable, especially in a state like this.

“I-I’m such a screw-up” His sobs were muffled by Jimin’s shirt. The older shushed him softly, gently pushing him away and cupping Jungkook’s tear stained cheeks, wiping away the drops with the pads of his thumbs. The younger looked at Jimin through his bleary eyes.

“You are not a screw-up Jungkook, okay?” Jimin caressed his cheek. Jungkook nodded weakly, sniffling, but the outflow of tears still continued.

“He’s not coming back, is he? He l-lied to me.”

“Shh...It’s okay” The smaller brushed the strands of Jungkook’s fringe that hung in front of his eyes away with tender fingers. Jungkook shuffled closer to Jimin until he was straddling his lap, cuddling into his warm chest once again. Jimin accepted him and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, gently scratching the back of his head in an attempt to calm him, fingers running through his soft hair soothingly.

Jimin rocked their bodies side to side as Jungkook continued to whimper into his chest, saying muffled words about how he was ‘worthless’, to which Jimin would reassure him and tell him otherwise.

“You’re more than that Jungkook, you’re amazing, you’re perfect. He was a fool to leave you” Jungkook lifted his head to look at Jimin with a desolate expression. Eyebrows angled upwards and his red nose twitching with every sniffle.

“R-really?”

“Yes, really,” Jimin assured softly with a nod, stroking his hair comfortingly. “I think you’re the most considerate, generous and loving angel out there. You don’t deserve to feel like this at all, but you are going to get through this and you’ll always have me. You know that Jungkook because I’ve told you hundreds of times before, and I’ll keep reminding you if I have to.”

Jungkook smiled weakly at Jimin, his eyes flitting down to the angel’s plump lips. It was only for a split second, almost unnoticeable, but he knew Jimin saw it. Especially since the older now had his eyes lowered to Jungkook’s own lips, slowly leaning towards them. He lifted his gaze, as his mouth grazed gingerly over Jungkook’s, asking for permission with his dark brown eyes, staring into the younger’s still teary eyes.

“J-Jimin…” Jungkook breathed out, feeling so light-headed from his crying and now the lack of space between their lips as they met shyly.

The angel’s eyes closed as Jimin’s mouth pressed gingerly against his. The warmth that spread through his body as they slowly moved against each other in little touches. His heart racing as they parted from the kiss that seemed to last for only milliseconds.

“Is this okay?” Jimin whispered softly, cupping his face with his small hand. Jungkook nodded, timidly capturing Jimin’s lips once more.

The older pushed Jungkook backwards so he was lying on top of him, not letting their warm bodies separate as well as their mouths. They were best friends, yet they were kissing, sharing so much with each other as if they were lovers.

This wasn’t the first time they had done this. The first time it had happened, it was an impulse on Jimin’s side, leaning forward and stealing a gentle kiss from Jungkook’s trembling lips as he cried. Surprisingly, it calmed the younger down, soothed his frantic thoughts until it was only them. He liked it, he really did, but it was never him. The dull ache in his chest would pound on no matter what Jimin did.

Jungkook continued to cry, tears pooling in his eyes and streaming down his rosy, stinging cheeks. Pulling the older closer with his arms wrapped around his neck, hands now running through his wings.

“Shh… Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay” Jimin caressed his cheek, wiping away the salty tears and whispering those sweet nothings in between their static lips touching slowly.

Jimin pulled away from Jungkook, looking sympathetically into his brown eyes that were contaminated with grief. “You still love him don’t you?” He murmured softly.

The younger nodded slowly, a new wave of sorrow hit him, piercing right into his chest. His pain and sorrow grew and the sickly feeling of not knowing churned his stomach. He clutched onto Jimin and pulled him down to lie next to him, holding onto the angel’s torso weakly as his wings drooped and hung lowly.

“I still feel like he’s here… L-like he’s going to come back, but h-he never does” Jungkook whimpered. The older ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair in repetitive strokes, pressing warm kisses onto his scalp and listening to the younger ramble incoherent cries to him.

“I miss Taehyung”

“...I know Jungkook, I know”

The angel curled his wing underneath Jungkook’s body, cradling him comfortingly with his soft feathers. They stayed like that for hours until Jungkook’s cries had slowed to a stop and his breathing had regulated in slow exhales of slumber.

Jimin pressed a lingering kiss to Jungkook’s pouting lips and pulled his body closer as he closed his eyes, basking in the comfort of Jungkook’s limbs that had woven around his narrow body. His small wing that had rested over his chest along with his arm that wrapped around him. He soon fell asleep, letting the darkness wash over his tired mind.

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[hollaatmybtangs-blog]

The Capture of Tulips

Chapter One

Summary: Jungkook is a freshman studying literature who works at his family's flower shop. Taehyung is a junior who his majoring in art but photography is his passion. Will Jungkook's past be the reason that's stopping him from talking to Taehyung? Or is there more to it?

Warnings: angst, talks of depression

Word count:1k

Masterlist

It was early Thursday morning and Jungkook was up and moving at 5:30am. He loved his job, he really did, so he was never one to complain about the morning shift, or any shift for that matter. He unlocked the back door and entered the softly lit floral shop he has come to know like the back of his hand. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the variety of aromas, loving the many smells that filled his senses. Jungkook was finally starting his freshman year in college. The young male needed a way to make money to get into college, so his mother thought it was finally time for him to start working at the family floral shop. He didn’t argue it was a way to make money and he especially loved flowers.  Jungkook didn’t have to interact with many people during most of his shifts since he was usually helping in the back, setting up arrangements, organizing for weddings, etc. Jungkook wasn’t the most social person. He was introverted and usually kept to himself. He would usually only talk if his mother was speaking to him or when he was talking to his co-workers.

Jungkook didn’t have many friends. He didn’t have a roommate because he had payed more for his own dorm room. The only people he occasionally talked to were his co-workers Jung Hoseok, also known as J-Hope and Park Jimin. J-Hope was loud, outgoing, friendly, and energetic; always seen at the cash register helping customers and chatting them up with a loud, but sweet voice. Jimin was sweet, sometimes energetic, short, but could cut someone if need be. He was known at the store for making the best bouquets and the most beautiful displays. Jungkook didn’t know how he was able to talk to the two, but they all got along really well, even enough to hang out around school when they discovered they went to the same University.

They sure knew how to keep a conversation interesting. The two boys also had come up with the nickname ‘Kookie’ and though he says he doesn’t like it, the flush on his face says otherwise.

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Jungkook and his coworker Jimin were working on a large delivery since they both arrived at the shop this morning, the blonde sparking up a conversation between the two as they cut they carefully cut the bottoms of the stems off the flowers.

“So, Jungkook, how is your first year of Uni going?” The older asked with a small smile as he looks up from cutting flowers to look over at the brown-haired kid. Jungkook looked up from the daisies he was currently cutting and looked at the blonde-haired male. His voice was light and soft as he spoke.

“Um, it’s going as good as it can. Don’t have many friends. Classes are okay. I’m the life of the party,” Jungkook ended sarcastically.

Jimin looked at him with a perked eyebrow wondering what that meant but he wasn’t going to push the matter. He wanted to know exactly why he doesn’t have friends. It couldn’t be just because he is quiet and introverted right? There has to be more and Jimin was going to find out eventually. He hasn’t known the boy for very long, but he has known him long enough to know that there’s something else going on.

Jimin looked over at the clock and checked the time. It was just past 7am and it was about time to open up the shop. He left Jungkook to finish up the last of the arrangement and walked towards the front to switch the sign from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’ and unlocked the door. He smiled as he walked back to Jungkook to see it had been finished.

“Alright, now we just wait for the people to come pick up their order and we will be good to go!”

Jungkook nodded his head and started walking towards the counter because that’s where he was assigned for the morning.

“Oh, by the way Kookie, I should be leaving here in a few minutes.”

Jungkook looks up at the clock and then back at Jimin and nods. He tilted his head slightly to the side and speaks out.

“Do you have class?”

Jimin chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m supposed to be meeting up with someone today.”

“Who would want to meet up with you?” Jungkook chuckled.

“You brat! I’m meeting up with my soulmate since I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Jungkook laughs then nods and starts going through the memories of conversations in his head. He remember Jimin talking about said soulmate, and remembers his name is Kim Taehyung. Jungkook has never met the guy but from what Jimin talked about, he’s been busy moving into an apartment and hasn’t had time to spend with Jimin, so they had planned to hang out. Today had happened to be that day. He’s never been interested in meeting other friends of Jimin’s. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, he just was too shy to. He broke out of his train of thought when he heard Jimin angrily mumbling about Taehyung running late.

He shook his head and wondered what Taehyung was studying, what he was like, his favorite kind of flower was, and..... Why did he care? He has never even seen the man before! He’s only heard what Jimin has told him. But since it was Jimin, his friends were probably ugly anyway, so he shouldn’t be worried.

Right?

Back to reality, Jimin was pacing up and down the store. Apparently, Taehyung is now running 15 minutes late and Jimin was fuming. Jungkook watched Jimin as the anger rose onto his features but so did a hint of sadness. Jungkook was getting upset himself because he doesn’t like when Jimin is upset. Taehyung better not be ditching him. He would have to say something, not that he would because he’s not the best with people but if it was for defending his friend then he would but-

Just as he thought that, the bell on the door chimed and echoed throughout the store. Jimin made a sound of a dying whale as he ran towards who Jungkook assumed to be Kim Taehyung. Jungkook looked towards the scene and he swore he felt his heart start beating fast. Um… Who allowed Jimin’s friend to look that damn attractive? Jungkook could have sworn he was looking at a model. He had beautiful platinum blonde hair, he was pretty tall, but who isn’t taller than Jimin, and those eyes. It also doesn’t help that he’s wearing a red, black, and white square patterned button up shirt that seemed to be Gucci. Just then, Jungkook could hear Jimin lecturing the poor man and all the mumbled-out apologies the other had to offer.

Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of them until Jimin then turned around and Jungkook had ripped his gaze away and ducked his head.

“Hey Kookie! Want to come meet TaeTae before we head off?”

Jimin rose his voice to reach the other side of the store. Jungkook genuinely thought about it but his nerves and anxiety took over and he shook his head. Jimin felt a frown tug at his face but he remembered that Jungkook isn’t very good with people and Taehyung did have a loud and vibrant personality surrounding him, so it probably scared Jungkook. Taehyung was a new face after all and it did take a while for Jungkook to even talk to Jimin and even longer to speak to J-Hope. Taehyung was looking at the younger with a look Jimin couldn’t explain. But he then tuned back to look at Jimin.

Taehyung looked at him with a sad expression but before he could speak, Jimin shook his head.

“Alright, I’ll see you later Kookie! Don’t destroy the store while I’m gone!”

Jungkook shook his head at Jimin’s nonsense and then Jimin pulled Taehyung out of the store with him.

Jungkook then sat in silence as the bell above the door chimed, signaling that the two men have left. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He reached under the counter to pull out his nametag and placed his on his shirt before any customers show up.

Damn that Taehyung with his platinum blonde locks and his damn beautiful eyes. Jungkook whispered to himself.

“Oh no…”

[ggukkiesclips]

My Love Loves Me by Elucubrations on AO3

🔞🏳️‍🌈.

"taehyung is a young witch charged with a half-demon child who visits hell every other weekend. as jeongguk grows up, however, things become complicated between the two. time passes and things change, but two remain constant — a kiss is an oath and taehyung has no intention of breaking his."

this is such a cute age difference!au

[anythingtrxsh]

I Won't Fall (in love with you)

By taeharem [ 52k words - 10/10 - taekook ]

“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”

a walk to remember au- so at first I was a little skeptical abt reading this one bc I don’t really like reading fics where one of them dies bc i always end up like a bawling mess lmao but eventually i gave up and read it anyways bc i loved the book and the movie obviously and not only did the ending surprise me but it was actually really funny and cute ?? ? 

[biaswreckmepls]

With Stars at their Feet

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11277195

Author: Curionenene

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (8441 words)

Tags: Hitchhiker AU

Summary:

Long way around?” Jungkook's eyebrows furrow, “you mean-”

“Wandering around with me a little, yeah.” Taehyung smiles, “we can take the highways back to Seoul, but I find taking the small roads can be pretty rewarding. And I've gone the way before so I promise I won't get lost. So if you decide to call it quits halfway, I can easily get back on the fast route and get you home. What do you say?”

It sounds terrifying.

(Or: Jungkook is stranded at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere, Daegu. He tries to hitchhike his way back to Seoul and gets picked up by Taehyung. Cue unexpected road trip that comes with lessons in eccentricity, navigating using the stars, and love.)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11277195

[taekookficrecs]

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) 

by drannie (( 22/22 | M | 149,971 ))

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

admin tk - i actually loved this so much, it is slow burn and there's this rivalry going on for the first half but its more tae has a grudge? against jk and jk doesn't seem to give much of a shit however it was really cute and i was happy with how it ended. Don’t be intimated by the word count and please have patience - remember it is slow burn!