#tehyung smut

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Reflections ༓ kth (m) | "Stay with me until the end of the day"

✑ Summary: As a new hire at one of the most prestigious jewelry brands in the world; Adrien & Rosamel in Paris, you've been trying to build your professional portfolio for months. So when global brand ambassador Kim Taehyung comes in for a photoshoot but his personal photographer is unavailable, the company offers the gig to you. Oh of course you take it in a heartbeat—it's a given.

pairing: brand ambassador!Taehyung x new photographer!reader

genre/AU: fluff, angst, smut, photography au, modeling au, s2l, two part series (duology?)

word count: 11.3k

warnings: exposes "dark side" of fashion world, oc gets insulted by fashion assistants (b-word dropped once but our oc bites back), flirty yet annoying videographer!kook, angry!seokjin, sunshine!stylist!hobi, charming!makeup artist!jimin, cool manager!joonie, Taehyung is an elegant flirt and not like the others, jazz bar date🥺, Taehyung calls her darling a lot, tehyung gets jealous, talk about long distance relationship, sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!Taehyung, sub!reader, explicit sex (use of condom), big dick!tae (it takes a bit to get it all the way in 😬), praise kink, lingerie, small jewelry kink? (He f's oc with their ruby necklace on), doggy, size kink, multiple org*sms, squ*rting, oral (f. Receiving), half a hand*b, f*ngering, overstimulation, little bit of breastplay, cussing, d*rtytalk, foreplay, a little expressiveness, mention of aftercare, Taehyung just adores hers, hot car make out, mention of morning s*x

now playing: Slow Dancing by thv

a/n: first omg i never reached 11k in my life. Secondly, shoutout to anyone who has seen Devil Wears Prada...a personal favorite of mine. Also Layover is omg the best thing ever! So i decided to focus on slow dancing for this fic. Pls enjoy ❤

How many twenty-something-year-olds can say they work at one of the biggest, most luxurious jewelry & fragrance brands in the world? And on top of that, are located in the fashion capital; Paris, France? A rare handful, and it's because of those reasons that they're given the lowest positions possible; you being one of them.

Sure, climbing the corporate ladder is possible with years of relentless dedication, raw talent, and of course, let's not forget connections with the higher-ups. But competition grows fiercer with each passing year as more eager young people gun for advancements in hopes of survival.

After all, who can afford to be stuck on the bottom rung forever?

You didn't want to believe the undertone theme in the critically acclaimed movie The Devil Wears Prada was true, that underneath the glitz and glam of haute couture are ruthless, cutthroat fashion moguls. But from the moment you stepped through the doors of Adrien & Rosamel in your coffee brown slacks and beige button down shirt, it couldn't be refuted–

No one was your friend and no one wanted to be.

Newbies must establish their professional value to the brand as early as possible to prevent being cut at any given moment. On the other hand, experienced professionals who have already earned their merit through decades of labor refuse to give up the stake to their claim and must be careful not to have the carpet swept from under their feet to a junior half their age.

It's a vicious race and despite its bitter nature, you're at the very heart of it.

As a fashion photographer, your ultimate goal is to have weeks' worth of sessions with models from all over the world; all adorned with timeless pieces from genuine gold watches to the richest of gemstones.

These are the types of photographers who are the best and brightest in the industry. They have at least ten years of experience and are booked until the very last second with modeling photoshoots.

The odd prodigy exist too; individuals who are born with an insane wealth of insight and skill which allow them to move up in rank faster.

You wish you were good enough to be considered a prodigy but no such luck. Adrien & Rosamel have insanely high standards on who is allowed to handle the jewelry, let alone be around the models who are so-called showcasing them.

So here you are day what—241? And still stuck taking photos of the same jewelry pieces day in and day out. Sure the theme of the photos gets changed slightly but it's been eight months of this generic work and truth be told, you're getting sick of it.

.

"__!" Seokjin, your coworker and one of A&R's jewelry polishers calls your name anxiously. He rushes to your side where you're taking close-up photos of a limited-edition steel watch. "Be gentle with this, will you? This is selling for 7,000 euros which means $8,000, 10 million south korean won, and 6,000 pounds. I also just finished polishing it so don't be getting your grubby fingerprints all over it!"

You roll your eyes and continue to move the watch around on the display table until you get a perfect angle. "Relax princess, I'm barely touching it and I have gloves on."

Seokjin's fluffy eyebrows furrow together, face scrunching at the nickname you chose for him. "That's—that's completely uncalled for! Do you know how long I spent buffering the face of the watch alone?! One hour __!"

You hate yourself from bursting out in laughter but this isn't the first time you've gotten lectured by Seokjin. Its like the tiniest detail would set him off. Seokjin's been with the brand a little longer than you; a year now, but he still has that constant need to micromanage everyone he can.

"Look," he continues his scold. "If anything happens to these priceless watches it's my head on the chopping block. I can't afford to lose my job __!"

"Yes, I understand Seokjin. Nothing will happen to these alright?" You move around the man to get more pictures of the watch lying elegantly on its side. "Don't you have about fifty other watches to shine or do you like nitpicking my every movement instead?"

Seokjin scoffs at you, sticks his hands on his hip and walks away with a disapproving shake of his head. "I have my eye on you junior," he warns.

You ignore his subtle jab and continue taking photos. "Creep," you mutter under your breath.

Ten minutes pass and you're about ready to move on to the editing process for your photos. You take a quick peek at them through your camera, clicking through the gallery with the right arrow button.

"Not bad newbie," you hear a voice come from over your shoulder that causes you to jump in surprise.

"What the fuck Jeon," you throw your best side-eye at the young man who happens to be your only acquaintance in the whole company. His role was similar to yours, but instead of photographing jewelry he films them; he's a videographer. "I'm beginning to think you like sneaking up on me on purpose."

The young man laughs with a child-like energy. "What can I say? Seeing you flustered does something to me. But actually, I was just passing by. Haven't talked to you in a while."

Come to think of it he has a point. You haven't seen Jeon Jungkook in about two weeks straight. The two of you aren't friends so you don't check up on each other constantly but you'd like to think you have good rapport.

"What have you been up to anyway? I've seen you rushing around the place like you have millions of appointments to make," you ask.

"I've become a busy man babe," he replies with a cheeky grin. "The higher-ups have noticed my talent and I'm playing with the big boys now."

"You talk about the higher-ups like they're Big Brother or something. Come on, tell me again but in laymen terms."

He sighs at the need to repeat himself. "Okay, listen. I'm working with the models now and more specifically I have a 2 o'clock gig with Kim Taehyung tomorrow. You know, our global ambassador? I'm shooting the film portion of the campaign we're running for him. Isn't that insane?!" His eyes glow up at the mere mention of Kim Taehyung who you are well aware of.

Everything about your famed global ambassador is a fashion photographer's dream; tall, lean, and tantalizingly handsome.

"Of course, I know who Kim Taehyung is. His face is plastered all over the walls of Adrien & Rosamel. Even saw his face on one of our company mugs. Anyone who's anyone will sell their left kidney to breathe in the same room with him but how the heck did you land a shoot with him this early? You've been here for less time than me!"

You're not shouting, you promise. Just extremely envious at the continuous luck Jungkook is having.

"Well," he starts drawling his words. "I might have gotten close with Park Ji-hun over the last month or so. His daughter in particular." You raise your eyebrows in awe.

Park Ji-hun has been Kim Taehyung's personal photographer for nearly ten years. And next to the model himself, he's another highly talked about individual at Adrien & Rosamel.

"Please tell me you didn't use his daughter for your own professional gain," you interject. Jungkook waves his hands around disapprovingly at your suspicion.

"I didn't, we went out on a blind date. I didn't know who her father was until half-way through the date."

"Mhm, something tells me that that's not completely true."

"Okay, so maybe her name sounded a little familiar but I swear, I didn't know they were the same person. But long story short, we started going out and I managed to win her father's approval. And now he's letting me shoot with him!" Jungkook's enthusiasm dies when he sees you doing your best to give a tight-lipped smile. "Babe, listen. I know you and I had a thing a few months back but....you're not still pining over me are you?"

You shove him in the shoulder at the ridiculous question. "We never had a thing. Stop it. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around your recent success."

Jungkook shrugs. "I guess its fate. And we definitely had a thing," he gives a wink. "Well anyway, I need to get to another appointment in ten. Jimin's gonna completely flip if I'm late."

Your mouth gapes open. "You're working with Park Jimin too? He's one of our best makeup artists, what the hell?"

"There are many colors that suit you __. Green's not one of them." Jungkook spins himself around and walks away from you. "Catch you later!"

"Goddamnit," you curse to yourself. "Is he Mr. Perfect or something?"

"__, we're gonna need the space in about five minutes." Another photographer calls from behind you, reminding you that you need to make yourself scarce.

The next morning is absolute madness with the news of Kim Taehyung's arrival in Paris.

As one of the most iconic brand ambassadors and haute couture models, he has quite an impressive fan following from countries all over the world including France. From the moment he steps out of his plane until the minute he enters Adrien & Rosamel, the man is constantly surrounded by masses of people all standing around with their phone cameras.

The company doesn't exactly give him a break from the high intensity of the crowd either. All the assistants working today are tasked with both meeting his requests and socializing with him while the rest of the team hauls around studio equipment for his photoshoot.

"Did you see the way he looked at me Ha-rin?" You overhear one of the assistants boast to the other while passing in the hallway. "I've had such a crush on him for years and I finally have the chance to meet him. I swear, I'll do anything he asks me to do."

"Oh my god, how dense can you be? Sure he smiled at you but let's not forget who it was he asked to get water from," the second woman spats back, raising the unopened bottle of water in her left hand. "It was me. I'm the one he wanted."

You snort at how snarky the two of them are to each other. As if Kim Taehyung would give so much of a blink their way let alone "want" either of them. You've never met the man but you've seen his face enough to know he could have anyone he desired. And it sure as hell wasn't going to be anyone from the company.

"Excuse me," Ha-rin stops in her tracks and speaks in your direction. "Is there something you find funny?"

"I'm sorry?" You freeze in place, unsure of what the woman's referring to.

"Don't play coy junior. You snorted at us, kinda nosy to be listening in on a private conversation."

Fuck sake, you are getting so tried of everyone calling you junior. You weren't given the name __ for it to be ignored at will.

"My apologies if it seemed that way. I assure you I was thinking of other matters." Your Majesty, you wanted to add but didn't.

Ha-rin body scans you as you speak and it immediately makes you feel self-conscious. The way she purses her lips can't be anything but venom that's about to spit out at you. "It better be that way. And by the way, those pants don't do anything for you. Maybe wear a dress next time," she slithers.

"Oh you mean like the dress you're wearing?" you reply. "No thanks. I'm not looking to impress anyone here. I have to get back to work now so you'll both excuse me," you bid them adieu and continue walking down to your office.

"What a bitch," you overhear one of them say and you clench your fists with tears brimming underneath your eyes.

Don't you dare cry __. Not here.

So some of your eye makeup got smudged from your incident with thing 1 and thing 2. You hate how much such a shallow jab got to you but, you're only human.

Coming into such a luxe company you expected this type of behavior. Yet your dreams are so much bigger than them. You'll push through like always.

"Hey," a knock pounds on your door. "Need to talk to you. Busy?" Its you manager Namjoon.

"No." You give him your full attention. "What's going on?"

Namjoon closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. "We have a situation," he starts.

"Okay...what happened Joon?"

"Our shoot with Kim Taehyung is in less than an hour and Park Ji-hun is nowhere to be found in the building. We called him up and looks like he had another shoot scheduled during the same slot. Must have been an overlook on our part, his part, I don't care whose fault it is. But we need someone to fill in right now or we're not going to have any material for our campaign." It comes out all at once and the feeling of whiplash washes over you.

"On top of that," he continues, "I don't want to waste monsieur's time. He just flew 14 hours from Seoul. So, can you do it or no?"

Oh my god...you repeat at least twice in your head before forming a response.

"I'd be very grateful for this opportunity but shouldn't this go to the next best photographer available? I only shoot jewelry on its own. I've never done—"

"You are our next best option __. All our photographers are booked with other models for the next three months. You've been here long enough to know how packed schedules get. Please, I've seen your work. It's good. And if you want an in for your career, I'd grab your camera and meet Kim in the studio in two minutes."

"Well I—"

"Yes or no __? Because I can always give the opportunity to another jewelry photographer. I'd rather not because they're techniques not as good as yours but I'll do it if I have to."

Your mind scrambles for a concise answer. You've been working towards something like this for months, doing your best to perfect your craft in hopes the higher-ups might recognize you as they did Jungkook. Yet until now it's been null; no one has made you such an important offer.

"I'll grab my equipment and meet you all in the studio," you decide. Your manager nods in approval and moves to exit your office.

"That's what I was hoping to hear. You'll be working closely with Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok. I'm sure you're familiar with them, no?"

"Yes sir," you reply. "Quite familiar."

"Jung Hoseok," the man with likely the brightest and most genuine smile you've ever seen shakes your hand. "I'm Kim Taehyung's stylist for this shoot. We're going for laid-back, yet elegant and refined for the studio shoot. Tomorrow we'll go with a completely free theme when we shoot at the beach. I have some specific fashion pieces picked out that I think he'll make pop for this campaign."

"That sounds great Hoseok. I wasn't aware we were going to a location tomorrow though." You don't mean to sound naive but you really were just thrown into this only minutes ago.

He lets go of your hand after the quick shake. "Yes, we have a two-day shoot planned. I know this is all news to you as of five minutes ago. And I'll do my best to help I'm any way I can. Park Ji-hun believes that the jewelry pieces and cologne picked out for Taehyung will be best suited in two places. One, in the studio to highlight the jewelry and two, at the beach to create an atmosphere for the cologne."

"Makes sense, thank you for filling me in."

"Like I said, I'm going to do as much as I can to help. Jimin get over here and introduce yourself to __." He calls to the pink hair boy who's busy sorting through his makeup palettes.

"Park Jimin," he walks over to you and also shakes your hand. "Makeup artist. Jungkook's told me about you."

"Oh god," you slip out and everyone chuckles. "Do I need to go hide somewhere now?" Who knows what Jungkook's said about you. Looks like he really is trying to get cozy with as many people as he can here.

"No no," Jimin waves of your slight embarrassment. "He just said you're an acquaintance that's all." You want to believe him but the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth has you second-guessing.

It's not like Jungkook has a lot of beef with you or "secrets" to spill. He just had a big mouth, flirted with everyone in sight his first three months at the company and you happened to be his first target.

But no biggie. He's dating Park Ji-hun's daughter now, right?

"Love," it's Jimin's voice again. "Don't take this as any offense but I think you need a touch-up. Half your makeup's wiped from your face. Let me fix it for you okay?"

Well if you weren't embarrassed before you are now. Jimin's a professional make-up artist, surely his eyes are fine-tuned to the human face and pick up on make-up inconsistencies.

"Sure," you give in. "That'd be great."

Jimin walks over to his pile of make-up supplies and grabs a classic black eyeliner. "Close your lids," he tells you softly. He gently draws a wing over the lid that needs the most help and then, reaches for an eyeshadow that matches the other eye. "Okay, almost there. Just a few more brushes of this and you'll be good to go."

Though your eyes are closed you can easily distinguish the sound of a third voice.

"So you said yes huh?" Jungkook nears you and Jimin with a cheesy grin. "Now who's moving up in the world?"

"This is our first time working together Jeon," you reply. "Let's keep things professional shall we?"

"Oh please, you should be thanking me instead of giving me pointers on how our professional relationship should be." Jungkook snaps back and you stiffen at his words.

"Thank you? For what?"

"Namjoon didn't mention who exactly dropped your name as a potential candidate to clear up this little mess of ours? When Ji-hun told us he accidentally double-booked I immediately suggested you. I'm hurt you didn't know." He puts his hands over his heart as if pretending to be in pain.

"Wow, well you're right. I suppose I owe you my thanks." And here you thought people only looked out for themselves. Still, it's not like you and Jungkook are gunning for the same position. Him helping you doesn't exactly put him at a disadvantage.

You do feel more pressured to do well for this shoot though. Not only is it your first model shoot, and with all people, it happens to be with Kim Taehyung but it'll backfire on Jungkook if the photos you capture turn up bad. You don't want to imagine what that'll do to both of your professional credibility.

"Alright you're good as new love," Jimin pipes up. You open your eyes and mouth a thank you but you find the words turn into gibberish as the man of the hour finally rounds the corner of the studio.

"Monsieur," Hoseok is the first to greet Kim Taehyung as he enters the space. "Good to see you again."

"How are you Hobi?" Such an endearing nickname comes from a deep, honey voice. It charms your ears. Kim Taehyung stands straight with one hand in the pocket of his loose black slacks while the other rests near the edge of his matching black blazer. It's oversized with a basic, yet clean white t-shirt. Elegant yet, relaxed.

"Doing well, thank you. But I'm afraid you'll need to change out of these clothes soon. We have a perfect ensemble picked out that'll combine well with your style and the pieces you'll be showing off." Hoseok guides him towards the dressing rooms but as he does, your eyes catch Taehyung's.

"Monsieur," Jimin and Jungkook rush to his side at once when they see him looking over. "This is __." They gesture at you with a hand. "She'll be filling in for Park Ji-hun during the entirety of the shoot."

Taehyung's chocolate eyes study your features, your posture, and most of all your lack of movement as he waits for you to say something.

You bow realizing all you've been doing is staring at his flawless face. You've seen him on social media, posters, promo banners, everything, and anything but seeing him in person is not at all the same. "Monsieur," you greet. "It's a pleasure to meet you and to be working with you for the next two days. As the others have said, my name is __."

The man takes long, purposeful strides toward you. "I promise, the pleasure is all mine," he says with a hand moving to shake yours. His long, beautiful fingers wrap around your hand and pull you into a firm grip. "Thank you for stepping in for Ji-hun. And from now on, there's no need to be formal. You can call me Taehyung."

He then flashes you a smile that makes you begin to understand why the two assistants from earlier were so adamant on getting his attention; he's breathtakingly gorgeous. You feel yourself on the brink of a cold sweat at any moment.

"I insist everyone call me by my first name," he says. "I'm an easy man."

"But Mons–" you start but he quirks a brow at you in expectation to fulfill his request. "I understand."

"Do you model as well?" Taehyung asks casually after retracting his hand. "Sorry, I can't help but notice that you have a lovely bone structure. I like to paint in my spare time and sometimes I enjoy having live models as a reference."

The question takes you by surprise. Not many people bother to compliment your physical features expect maybe a few of your closest friends. "I don't model. I prefer being the one behind the creation, like how I'll be behind the camera with you."

He chuckles at your reply. "If you ever change your mind, I'd be happy to paint a portrait of you."

"Well thank you. I'm afraid I don't do nudes though." You really ought to shut your mouth sometimes. Of course, artists don't solely paint nude portraits. What are you saying?

The man in front of you ponders your choice of words for a few seconds too long then leans in towards your ear. Not so far that it's invasive but enough that you're the only one able to hear. "Again, if you ever change your mind....I'd be honored to paint you."

"Monsieur this is not appropriate to be saying."

"I'm not the one saying inappropriate things. I merely said I wanted to paint you as any artist would. You're the one that mentioned getting undressed."

Taehyung straightens himself back up and turns his whole body around. "Hobi," he shifts his attention to his stylist. "Show me what I need to wear today."

You're left standing with a baffled facial expression.

Kim Taehyung is the most elegant flirt and tease you've ever met.

After fifteen minutes Taehyung comes back to the studio in a shaggy grey button-down cardigan and plaid grey slacks. A gold chain necklace with a panther and tassle-like pendant hangs around his neck and on his left hand is a matching gold watch with a gold ring resting on his pointer finger.

They're all part of A&R's newest Panther collection and look nothing short of magnificent on him.

"We'll start with a few standing shots focusing on the ring and necklace separately," you say.

Taehyung nods in understanding and walks over to the studio setup that has a grey-ish purple green screen. Large studio lights hover on either side of the set to which Taehyung poses himself between.

He stands straight forward, eyes directly in line with the camera lens and jaw relaxed into a natural facial expression. It's a simple first pose to start off with but for a reason unexplainable Taehyung gives it new meaning.

It's takes you aback when you look at him through the lens of your camera. The closer you moves towards him to capture a clear shot, the more you're spooked by his intense eyes.

What makes it worse is when he decides to bring his pointer finger, the one with the ring, up to his mouth. His teeth latch gently around the gold band as it settles between his lips. You take several shots, adjusting the exposure on your camera as needed.

"Stunning," you hum in approval. Taehyung then slips the ring off his finger and again places it between his teeth. He tilts his head to the side to add to the flirtatious undertone of the pose.

"How was that?" He asks you after a few rapid flashes of the camera. "Thought I'd try something a little different this time."

"Came out perfect," you answer. "Flirty yet classically romantic. It molds well with our Panther campaign and brand. Suits you well too."

Taehyung's pleased by your words. "I'm glad you see it that way. I've always had a love for timeless themes. It's one of the reasons why I became an ambassador for Adrien & Rosamel. No other brand brings back the romantic past better."

"I agree with you completely. I fell in love with Adrien & Rosamel at a young age, around 13 I'd say. I always imagined myself to be largely integrated with the brand when I became an adult. Photography happened to help me get my foot in the door."

"Don't forget about me __," Jungkook interrupts from a couple feet away. "I got you this gig didn't I?"

Taehyung frowns at Jungkook's comment. "What does he mean?" He asks you. "Ji-hun specifically chose you to fill in for him didn't he?"

"Not exactly," you says with a flushed face. "Jungkook works closely with him and he was the one who recommended me to step in today. So I do owe him my life I suppose."

"You don't at all," Taehyung replied in a firmer tone than before. "He may have done you a favor but it's your talent that got you here. If your work wasn't good, do you think he'd take the risk of suggesting you?"

You stay silent as he continues.

"I've been in the industry for ten years, and no one lays their head on the line for you unless it benefits them in some way. Don't let him rob you of your achievements. And between you and me, I think he has an odd fixation on you." Taehyung lowers his voice. "Forgive me for being forward but he's not a jealous ex is he?"

You want to chuckle at the notion. "He's not, not at all." Taehyung laughs with you.

"So he's just a pain in the ass then," he says and you snort. "Had my share of them but not to worry. The best thing to do is to shake it off and in time, he'll realize everything you've gotten is by your own efforts and that you don't need his so called favors."

"Thank you Taehyung," you say, still a bit uneven as calling models like Taehyung was not what you were trained to do at Adrien & Rosamel. "We should probably move on with the shoot now."

"Sure, there's another pose I have in mind that I think will make the necklace stand out."

Taehyung steps away from you and turns around so his face is in front of the green screen. The cardigan he's wearing is cut to expose a large section of his back which allows pieces of the necklace to dangle against his smooth, bronze skin.

"What do you think? Does this fit the theme or does it look weird?" He rests one hand behind his head while the other raises above his head.

"Very artistic, hold the pose for me. Also, it's highly unlikely that you could ever look weird Taehyung." You focus the camera on the gold pendant. "You're a living and breathing aesthetic on your own."

"You know those are the same exact words I thought of when I mentioned wanting to paint you earlier. Seems like we see similarly don't we?"

"I guess we do, wow I never thought of myself as capable of having my own aesthetic. I feel like a carbon copy of everyone else some days." Once again you're stunned by his forwardness but you take it at face value. Perhaps he's naturally flirtatious even if he isn't meaning to be.

Taehyung looks over his shoulder at you and shakes his head in protest. "There's only one you __. You're not a carbon copy, so believe me when I say you're an aesthetic of your own as well. Which I would still like to get on canvas by the way."

"You're relentless about turning me into some kind of muse. I'm afraid I don't think I have the time, and neither do you now that I think of it. You fly back to Seoul after our shoot is over don't you?"

"I'm here for a couple of months actually," he surprises you with his reply. "Thought if I'm in Paris I might as well take some time to enjoy myself."

"That's fair. Now turn around again, I need to get a few more shots of the necklace."

"Your wish is my command." Taehyung faces away from you with a smile. He's decided he likes you. Maybe its a gift that Park Ji-hun couldn't do his photo session today.

"Do you want to know my favorite position?" Taehyung lays on his side with one hand supporting his head while the other clutches his elbow. The angle let's light from the softbox hit the gold watch perfectly, allowing it to be the star of the show; which is no easy task to achieve when it's Kim Taehyung who's modeling.

"No talking please," you respond, bending down on a knee in front for him. Your eye peeks through the camera lens to capture a good shot.

At your request, Taehyung does his best to remain silent but he can't help but notice your grip on the camera has gotten shakier. "Are you alright?" he asks with the tiniest smirk on his face. "Do you need a break? We've been going nonstop for nearly two hours now."

"Everything's fine Mon—"

"Taehyung," he interjects softly and slowly sits up from his position on the chaise lounge. "And here I thought we were starting to become comfortable with each other. Yet watching you struggle to hold that camera in place makes me feel bad. Let's pause for a few okay?"

You flush as he nears you, a tad embarrassed at the situation. You're a professional photographer which means you should be fully capable of moving forward with today's session without any breaks.

But you're palms are sweaty and all the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight from taking hours of close-up shots of the most handsome man on earth.

What's more, is that he keeps tossing out more flirty one-liners and finding ways to compliment you. And let's not forget your earlier exchange about the whole painting ordeal–wanting to put you on canvas and all.

No one warned you Kim Taehyung was going to be like this.

"What can I do to make you comfortable again, __?" He crouches directly in front of you with wisps of his honeyed locks dangling over his eyes. As he waits for your answer, the camera shutter clicks, getting a not-so-elegant close-up of his crotch.

Fuck. You didn't mean to take that.

"Too bad Hobi didn't give me a designer belt to wear. That would have made a great photo," Taehyung teases as he watches your fingers scrabble to delete the photo from your camera roll. "Imagine the kind of awards you'd win."

Oh god. You want to slap yourself awake now.

"Sorry," you rush to say anything at this point. "I think a break might be good after all."

"How about some fresh air? Last I knew it's a beautiful day out." Taehyung stands up and offers you a hand.

"You're offering to go out together?" You hesitate to put your hand in his at first but ultimately give in.

"Why not? It's up to you but I'd like to get some air in my lungs. Gets a little stuffy in here doesn't it?" Once he pulls you up he pulls his hand back. "Let's take a fifteen-minute break everyone," he calls to the rest of the team who nod and scatter in opposite directions.

"Fantastic." You hear Jimin talk to himself. "I've been needing to go to the bathroom for an hour already!" He scurries out of the studio as quick as his legs will carry him.

You and Taehyung find a quiet spot on the terrace above the company's enclosed garden. It's a recent edition the executives thought might give employees a small escape from the chaos of the day. And so far, it's been much appreciated. Being an unconventional hour to take a break, you're the only ones currently using the space.

"Can I ask you a question?" You cross your arms on the metal railing of the terrace and look at Taehyung beside you. He's standing calmly by the railing too with his hands in his pocket.

"Ask me anything," he replies.

"I haven't been in the fashion world nearly as long as you have but I know enough that people aren't as open as you are. You're much friendlier than most and I was wondering if you've always been that way. Even with Hoseok you call him Hobi, an endearing name."

He looks out into the distance at the perfectly trimmed bushes and trees, all square-shaped. "I became a model when I was 17. I hadn't even graduated high school yet when an agency recruited me. I thought it was a great opportunity until I saw the hunger for fame in my peer's eyes. Due to my appearance, I was given more chances to be on the cover of serious magazines like Vogue and Louis Vuitton but models who were there longer than me didn't. They were given shoots too but they were on a lower scale. Long story short they would scheme to get me in some kind of trouble so I'd get fired so they could take my place."

"I'm sorry that happened to you. I didn't want to believe that the industry was as vicious as I was told prior to entering it myself, but it is. So many of my coworkers can't wait to see someone fail so they can be promoted."

"It's a shame that it's like this __." Taehyung looks at you now, a serious expression on. "It doesn't have to be this aggressive cycle of stepping on the next guy to get to your ideal position. That's why I've decided to go against the current and make as many friends as I can. People I genuinely like tend to be my closest connections." His eyes soften at this as he scans your face.

"That's a nice sentiment but doesn't that open you up to being taken advantage of?" You think back to the two assistants from earlier this morning in the hallway. Seemingly friends on the surface but actually yanking on each other's hair below.

He shrugs and pushes a couple of loose strands of his hair behind his ear. "Sure it might but, I couldn't sleep peacefully knowing I earned my achievements by cheating everyone else out of theirs. Life's too difficult to not have a good night's sleep do you think?"

"True," you agree. "I wish more people had this sort of mindset."

"Well, luckily we can lead by example. I assume you run against the current too?"

"I try but I still have a lot of ambition so I can't say I've made any friends so far. Other than maybe Jungkook."

"Ambition is good, distinguishes the serious people from the non-serious. Friends aren't easy to make in our world __ and pardon me but that Jungkook guy isn't your friend. At most he probably has a crush on you."

"Jungkook has a crush on anyone with two legs and boobs," you chuckle and Taehyung does the same. "But he has a girlfriend now I think."

"Well, that's a relief." His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "I don't have to worry about him being a threat anymore."

You snicker at his comment. "What threat?"

Taehyung breaks into a shy grin and looks towards the ground. "Forget it, I'm just kidding around. We should head back inside. I think our time's about up." He moves to walk back inside the building but you stop him.

"Wait, no." You step closer to him. "I didn't get that joke."

He flickers his eyes up and down your body, taking in your curiosity. "You need me to spell it out for you __?" He pauses and takes a breath. "You're beautiful and I find myself extremely attracted to you. I'd–god forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable– I'd like to take you out while I'm still in Paris."

"Taehyung, that's....not a joke. Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes, I'm asking you on a date. If you don't want to it's okay. Just say the word."

You smooth your hands down the side of your pants nervously. "Okay, what time and where?"

Taehyung's as shocked as you are by your response. "What are you doing tonight at 7 p.m?" he replies.

"Nothing, what are you doing?"

"Taking you out on a date I think. How's your dancing?"

"Oh I...I don't know. Depends on the type of dance. Why?" You know why. Of course, someone like Taehyung will want to take a slightly unconventional path for a first date.

"I want to take you to Le Duc des Lombards, you know that private jazz bar in town. So, if you can sway and don't mind being close to me we'll be in business."

"Alright." Don't overthink it, you think to yourself. It's just dancing. No biggie. "7 it is. I'll meet you there I guess."

"I can pick you up, actually, I'd really like to pick you up if I can. I know I'm such an old soul aren't I?"

"No problem," you can't contain your beaming smile. "We can exchange numbers and I'll text you my address."

"My phone's back in the studio. Let's do that before the end of the shoot."

"Shut the front door __!" Your best friend Elaine screams over the phone. "You're definitely wearing the sexy red dress I bought you for your birthday if you going to a jazz bar with, oh my god I can't even say his name. I'm so excited for you babe!"

"It's one date, Elaine. It'll probably not go anywhere either. I'm going into this as a fun night out with a very handsome man and that's all." You browse through your closet for something to wear. You've already showered and touched up your make-up. "Damn it, I have about twenty minutes before he gets here."

"I'm telling you __, wear the red one. Even if this will be a one-night thing it doesn't mean you can't look drop-dead gorgeous. Also, one more thing. What are you wearing for underwear?"

"Elaine!"

"What? If it were me I'd be looking as hot as I can tonight. Gives you a boost of confidence."

"Maybe," you say and pull out a black dress. "I'll think about it."

"Well think fast, because you're down to fifteen minutes now."

"Uh, shit." You toss the dress when you see there's a small tear in the strap. "Please tell me how I'm in the fashion industry and can't find anything to wear without holes in it."

"This is the last time I'm saying this __. Put on the red dress. It's more of a maroon so it'll make you blend with the mood of jazz but you'll pop out as well. And you'll look elegant with the silk sleeves and it's above the knee so you'll stay cool when you dance."

You card back the hangers until you get the dress Elaine is talking about. It's never been worn and it really is beautiful. "The neckline's kinda deep though," you say.

"You're boobs aren't gonna fall out if that's what you're worried about. I've seen the dress and it'll be great on your body. Plus, worst-case scenario you get laid by the hottest man in the damn universe."

"I'm not having sex with him you know..." you feel a blush creep on your cheeks. "This is a–"

"Fun night out. Yes babe, whatever you want to think." Elaine snickers over the phone.

"Fine, you win but I have to change now okay?" You set the phone down and start untying your robe. Are you wearing a transparent black lace set underneath? Yeah, but it's not like anyone's going to know about it.

"Don't forget to call me later! Or tomorrow depending on how tonight goes," she snickers again.

"Goodbye Elaine," you shake your head and end the call.

"You know what might look great with this dress is that ruby necklace I bought ages ago," you say to yourself. The necklace you're referring to is dainty yet never a let down no matter what you pair it with.

Satisfied, you head to your jewlery case in search for it.

"I see you found the place okay." You say once you hop into the passenger seat of Taehyung's Porsche. Man does well for himself.

"I did, and you look like a million dollars darling. Aphrodite herself couldn't even compare. I'm going to have the worst time trying not to stare at you tonight." Taehyung stands on the other side of your door and waits for your feet to be tucked in the vehicle before letting the door shut.

He insisted he come around and open it for you when he saw a glimpse of your figure walking towards his car.

"Darling?" you repeat inquisitively when he jumps in the drivers seat.

"Do you not like it? It's kinda old I know." Taehyung starts the car and puts the car in gear. He turns the wheel single-handedly and pulls out of your driveway.

There's something about seeing a man do this that always lights a fire inside you. Especially when said man is currently in a white, freshly pressed dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and dark grey dress pants.

"I like it," you say. "Darling. It fits the night well, since we're going go the jazz club. I like this look on you by the way."

Taehyung smiles at you briefly before focusing back on the road. The hand that rests on his knee shakes a little and his grip tightens on the wheel. "Hearing you compliment me makes me a little shy, sorry. But by the way, I like that ruby necklace you have on."

You smile and play with the chain. Always a hit.

The club is moderately crowded when you step foot in the building. The atmosphere is warm and inviting with the creme tones, bright white ceiling lights, and soft purple strobe lighting that shines from the stage. You and Taehyung are lucky to find a free table to claim on the end of the second row of seating.

"Have you been to Le Duc des Lombards before?" He asks, letting you take the inner seat.

"I came once but it was a long time ago when I was in college," you answer.

"Really?" Taehyung takes the seat next to you. "Where did you study?"

"Spéos photography school. A lot of wanna-be professional photographers attend there. I'm fortunate to be able to go."

"I'm glad you got to study there. I assume that's how you got a job with Adrien & Rosamel right?"

"It was definitely the main reason but," you sigh. "I did have some gracious references who help me get in, including Jungkook who went to the same school. As a videographer we were project partners a few times so he was a good person of contact. Along with a few professors of course."

Taehyung snatches the bar menu placed at your table, more aggressively than expected. "No offense but I'm really starting to not like that guy," he grits, jaw clenching. "From now on you can put me down for any further references. The photos you took look wonderful and you know I have some solid connections with some very important individuals."

"Taehyung..." You're amused by the peek of jealousy. "Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself? The photos need to be approved by our campaign managers first before any merit is given. Plus, you're not my boyfriend."

"Could be your boyfriend," he quips back and you whip your head in his direction.

"Hm?"

"Hm what? You heard me."

"I thought you said you were shy tonight," you accuse and lean over his shoulder to scan over the drink menu with him. When you do you get a strong whiff of his cologne. God, you love the smell of cologne. Would it be too far for you to grab him by the shirt collar and throw your face into his chest?

Yes __, too far. Don't do that. You waive off the thought.

"What do you want from the bar?" Taehyung asks and you give him your response. He heads for the bar in the back of the room as soon as you tell him, not even giving you any time to grab your wallet.

"Tae–" you jump up from you seat. "You don't have to pay for me. I can get my own."

"As my date, I'd be my honor to buy a drink for you __. But you can keep calling me Tae, it sounds nice coming from your lips." He turns around and continues to the bar.

Nearly two hours of live jazz music later and a few drinks later, you find yourself in a pair of long, sturdy arms. One of Taehyung's hands curls around your waist while the other laces in your fingers.

"You sway well," he drawls, pulling you closer to his body. I'd make you squirm more than you already are if it weren't for a bit of liquor in your system. "In fact, you're a natural. Makes me wonder what other areas you have a natural talent for."

"Okay monsieur," you playfully joke and continue to let him dance you in small circles. "We're getting a little close to the hot zone now."

"Are we? Must be because you're so unbearably hot. Did I tell you to look like Aphrodite in this dress?" Taehyung slips his hand from your waist. "Can I spin you?"

You nod and distance your body from his to prepare to spin into him. "If my memory serves right, you told me Aphrodite couldn't compare to me. Not that I look like her," you respond to his prior question.

"Ah that's right," he hums. "That's even better."

Taehyung's slender arms wrap around your waist when you get to the end of your twirls. Your back presses tight against his chest as he brings his lips near your ear. "You remember when I asked you if you wanted to know my favorite position? Well, this is one of them, darling."

Your breaths get shorter as you take in his charm and you're forced to look into the crowd of people in front of you. Most are busy dancing with their own partners but a few stragglers smile in your direction.

"You make a lovely couple," one older woman says to you both. "You'll make beautiful children."

"Oh we're not–"

"Yes, we will. Thank you, madame," Taehyung cuts in and you pull yourself from his hold to face him.

"Tae, what the hell are you saying?" His face sculpted from the gods themselves stares down at you in a devilish smirk.

"Is it too hot now?" He teases as he refers to your comment minutes ago about it getting too close to the hot zone.

"You're drunk aren't you?" You gently accuse with your arms crossing over your chest.

"I'm not." He snakes his arms back around you smoothly. "I have to drive you home tonight. What kind of man would I be if I got drunk?"

You let him pull you into himself again and this time when he does you feel the outline of an erection forming in his trousers.

Fuck, you curse to yourself, he's not small that's for damn sure.

"How are you feeling __? Getting tired or you wanna stay longer?"

You smirk. "I should be asking you that seeing you have a situation down there."

"Shit—" he quickly retracts his hands on your waist and backs away from you. "I'm sorry, I know we've been flirting around but I don't want to you to think that's all I'm here for."

"Its okay Taehyung, it's just a biological response," you try to soothe. "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah but it's because of you," he stresses. "I want you to know that I'm into you romantically and not just horny with lust."

Your heart clenches and your feet move to approach him on their own. You cup his cheeks with your hands and stare deep into his coffee-black eyes. "Taehyung, I've had my share of male suitors who have all been horny with lust and nothing else. I never thought for a second you were one of them okay? Plus, you're not the only one worked up tonight." You bite your cheek, unsure what'll come from admitting to the following.

"I like you too Taehyung," you finish.

"You do?" He asks with stars in his eyes, same blinding smile as usual.

You nod in affirmation.

"Is this the part where I get to kiss you?" His lids relax as he waits for your response.

"I suppose you can. Are you a good kisser?"

Taehyung snorts lightly and surprises you with a quick peck to your lips. But when he tilts his head back to look you in the eye again, you pull his face back to yours and press your lips fully on his.

Taehyung finds your waist with his fingers again the longer and deeper the kiss gets. He moves his soft lips on yours firmly then sucks on your bottom lip until his tongue is granted access into your mouth.

"Tae," you moan his name quietly. "People are starting to stare."

"And?"

You reluctantly break the kiss. "We should probably finish this in the car."

"I'd much rather have you finish in my bed though," he says before thinking it through. "Shit—sorry I did it again."

Taehyung's lips move against yours roughly as he makes out with you in the back seat. You decided I'd be easier to kiss without the center console getting in the way.

"You know I don't like putting out on the first date but...how long until you have to return to Seoul?" You tug his blonde hair as his hands wander up and down your torso.

"Two months," he replies, slightly pained. "That's actually something we should talk about if this is going where I think it is."

"Do you not do long distance relationships?"

"I don't know." He brings his lips to the side of your neck, sucking on the delicate skin. "I've never done it before. Have you?"

You shake you head. "No but I heard it's not easy."

Taehyung moves away from your neck to take your hands in his and presses a kiss to them. "I guess we have a few choices then. One, we stop here and sum it up to a nice evening out where I got to steal a kiss the most beautiful woman. I might cry myself to sleep later," he jokes but you wouldn't out it completely past him.

"Two, we make the best of it while I'm here. I'll take you out every night possible until I have to leave. We call it a temporary relationship of sorts. Or my personal favorite, we date with intent and I'll visit you every chance I get. I'll even relocate if necessary."

"God Taehyung, I don't even know. How can you decide so soon?"

"The moving part was too much, I know. I just meant that I want to be serious. Or at least give it a shot. But if that's something that doesn't work for you then we should probably stop here."

"I want to go out again though. I don't want to stop."

"So what?"

"Call me crazy but let's be serious. You're an adult, I'm an adult. Let's fucking do this." You go to kiss him again but he doesn't let you.

"Wait, __. You sure you want to go through with this?"

"I know there's a lot of grey areas to consider but I'd hate to miss out on something amazing because of a potential threat. We go out and if it works out well, then maybe...one of us can relocate. And if it doesn't then we gave it our best."

"Alright," he slowly leans his face towards you again. "If you're on board then I am too. Since we're doing it this way....do you want me to take you home?"

You shake your head in rejection. "Take me to your bed Taehyung."

"Just when I thought you couldn't get more beautiful you always make a fool out of me."

Taehyung traces down the curves of your body with cool hands as you stand in front of him in nothing but your black lingerie on. He's asked that your ruby necklace stay on too which did throw you off guard a tad.

His shirt is off himself, revealing his lean, tanned torso. His pants are off as well, showing off his his muscular thighs. No wonder he's one of the most wanted models in the world.

He's absolutely breathtaking.

"Is this designer?" He asks and you nod. "Of course, only the finest lace should be allowed to touch your body." Slender fingers dance across the cups of your bra, feeling the fabric carefully. He's not gropping at all.

"You're a flatterer aren't you?" You look him in the eye and your heart skips a beat. He's staring back at you with a similar intensity as the shoot earlier. Just like a panther, you think —alluring, dangerous, and incapable of escaping.

"Not flattering darling. Admiring," he responds lowly. "Can I remove it?" He leans forward to reach behind your back and graze across the hooks of the bra. His lips press a kiss to the space just below your ear as he does.

"Y-yes, please do," your voice hitches.

Taehyung unfastens the material from your body and you shake it off your arms and let it fall on the floor.

"Fuck," he swears and nibbles the edge of your ear while he palms your bare breasts. He thumbs at your nipples a little until their pebbling to his satisfaction. "Are you sure I can't make you my muse for my next painting?"

You chuckle and let him mouth at one of your breasts. "Maybe in time—oh god that feels good," you moan his tongue licks across you nipple.

"In time? Seems we've made some progress. You gave me a flat out no this morning." Taehyung lowers himself on his knee and presses a kiss to your bare waist. Its gentle and featherlike. He then fiddles with the edge of your lace panties as he did with your bra.

"That's because we were strangers, coworkers. However you want to call it."

"Mm, you have a point. May I?" He asks for permission and you nod with a small whine. His fingers brushing around your hips, nearing your ass only hightens your arousal.

Once he drags the thin material down your legs you step out of them and kick them to the side. Taehyung groans deeply when your center is exposed to him.

"Gods I want to lick this pussy so much. Will you let me eat you out tonight?"

"Fuck Tae," you card through his blonde hair. "Yes."

"Lets get you on my bed," he grunts, getting up from his kneeled position. He leads you to the edge of his bed where you crawl on top of his rich comforter, ass in full view as he follows behind you.

Once you're settled on your back Taehyung pushes your legs up and spreads your thighs wide open. He then crouches between them and kisses you inner thighs.

"You're very wet down here," he mumbles. "Do you want fingers first?"

"Three please," you request, already clawing at the sheets.

"Three?" Taehyung lifts his head to look at you. "You're certain you want to start with three?"

You chuckle. "I have the feeling that I'm going to need to take at least three fingers and your tongue before I can take your cock wholely. Correct me if I'm wrong."

He smirks and brings a slender finger up your slit. "No, you couldn't be more right." He pushes the finger all the way in, sinking between your velvety walls.

"Ohh," you moan.

Taehyung adds another, pumping and curling both fingers before adding the third. "So wet baby, do you hear yourself?"

The squelching sound of his fingers working in your pussy causes your core to clench and a streak of pearly white liquid to run down your thigh. Taehyung grows feral at the sight and starts pumping into you at a faster pace.

"Goddamn you're a sensitive one. When's the last time you were fingered?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. Probably two years ago?"

"Well allow me to reacquaint you with such pleasure."

Taehyung continues to work in your pussy with his fingers, hitting your g-spot with every push and curl. Strings of profanities leave your mouth as he does this and when he licks his tongue over your folds you scream in pleasure.

"Fuck Tae, don't stop! So good, oh my god," you moan and sink your fingers in his hair.

He doesn't stop at all, he doesn't slow down either. His fingers eventually pull out of you after a dozen more pumps to make room for his tongue to dip in your pussy. He teases your clit too which is all you needed to send you over the edge.

"I'm coming Tae," you say as your come on his tongue. He groans at the act and cleans up as much left over spillage as he can before moving away from your center.

"I love the way you taste," he licks the corner of his lips and makes his way up your body until he's hovering over your face. Taehyung presses a hard kiss to your lips after with traces of your come still on his tongue.

"Don't you agree?" He asks when he gives you a breath.

"I think I'd prefer the taste of something else instead," you respond with eyes flickering to his crotch.

He smirks and brings a hand up to graze the ruby necklace that's still around your neck. "You want my cock in your mouth baby? Wanna suck on it nice and firm between those pretty lips?"

"I do. Want to make you feel good too and taste your come."

"Mm," he groans. "Don't temp me darling. I'd really much rather come in your tight pussy."

"In a condom," you remind him.

"Yes of course, but still, in your pussy," he replies. "But who am I to deny you of what you want. Pick one, in your mouth or in your cunt?"

Your pussy clenches at his casualness. "Do I have to pick just one?"

"Fucking hell," he seethes. "You're a little greedy for our first time together aren't you?"

"ijuswansucuok."

"What?"

"I just want to suck your cock," you repeat. "But if I had to choose I want you to fuck me."

Taehyung gets off the bed hearing your words and sticks his thumbs in his briefs. "I'll tell you what," he pushes his underwear down to let his cock bounce free. It's huge, vein tracing up the underside, and leaking with pre-cum at the tip.

"I'll let you suck me off any other time because as you can see, I'm inches away from blowing my load already. But to make up for it, I'll let you have your pick of any position you want."

Your eyes train on his throbbing length as he crawls back to you on the bed. You know you should control yourself but you can't help but reach out and touch it.

"Oh fuuck," he clenches his teeth as your hand tightens around him. Your thumb traces his slit, rubbing circles on it. "God your fingers feel heavenly on me. But I need you to stop and tell me what position you want to be in, please."

"Doggy and can you make me squirt?"

"Yes fuck," he moans as you keep teasing his slit. "Face the headboard and get on your hands and knees."

You do as as he says and thank god you did because he was seconds away from thrusting up in your hand. Taehyung grabs a condom from the drawer by his nightstand and rips it open with his teeth. He then rolls it down his think length until he completely covered.

"Ready?" He asks you.

"Put it in me Tae. Need you inside me, please."

"I'm going to ease in alright? I'm pretty fucking big and I don't want to hurt you." At that he clamps his hands around your waist and starts nudging his cock into your entrance.

"Oh fuck—" you screw your eyes shut at the stretch. So good but he's right, he's too big. You don't know how he's going to fit himself all the way in you.

"Keep breathing darling and relax your muscles. We're taking this really slow until I can bottom out."

You do as he says as he continues to sink his length into you. "Taehyung, Taehyung fuck it feel so good but god you're a beast."

"I know and you're doing so good for me," he coos. "We're about halfway there. You're pussy feels amazing around me. Still wet with your come."

You grip the mattress and let out moan after moan. "You're only half-way in me? God I feel like I'm being split in half."

Taehyung pulls himself out of you then thrusts back in, gently but firm enough to jolt your whole body forward. He repeats the motion with each thrust going deeper than the last.

"Shit!" He groans as he beats himself into you. "So close baby. I'm almost all the way in."

"Taehyungtaehyungtaehyung," is the only word coming from you. All you feel is pleasure as he thrusts himself into you. It's been so long since you felt this good, and who the hell would have guessed it'd be Kim Taehyung to remind you of such feelings.

"There we go," he grunts as he finally, finally bottoms out. "There we fucking go baby, how are you feeling?" He asks as he picks up his pace.

"Fuck me—harder Tae," your moans are incoherent as your whole body to Taehyung.

The next ten minutes are nothing but skin slapping against skin as his cock beats inside of you, desperately working you up to another orgasm.

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Taehyung pulls himself all the way back then snaps his hips back in, making you dizzy with arousal. "Look at you taking my big cock all at once. Just so eager to please huh? Like the way I fill you up?"

"Yes, yes I do," you pant, sweat dripping from your forehead. If you looked over your shoulder you'd see Taehyung doing the same. "I'm getting close Tae!"

"Go ahead and play with your clit for me then," he growls. "You must be so sore down there."

You quickly reach a hand down to your clit, circling it while Taehyung thrusts himself into you wholeheartedly. "Oh god, I'm almost there. I feel it Tae," you moan as the cord inside you gets tighter, threatening to break any second.

"Go on, coat my cock with your slick darling. Show me how good I'm making you feel as I rearrange your guts. You feel it deep in your stomach can't you? Fuck, I'm close myself!"

You grind your hips on his cock a few times and with that you reach your high, releasing all over Taehyung. But despite your second orgasm, his cock keeps thrusting into you.

"Can you give me one more? Need to make you squirt."

"Uh I don't know Tae, I'm not sure if I can c-come again."

"Yes you can and you will." He fucks into as hard as he can at that, no other words come from him other than deep groans. You on the other hand can't stop screaming.

"Too much Taehyung, I can't, please, need you to come. Fuck!" Despite your protest you are indeed close to a other orgasm; the third one of the night. You pussy uncontrollably clenches around Taehyung as his cock starts twitching inside you.

"Just a little more darling, getting so close. Gonna make you feel so good," he promises as his thrusts get sloppier.

"You already made me feel good Tae, want you to come too."

"I am," he replies, finally releasing. "Oh shit!"

"What? What is it?"

"You're squirting baby. Making a mess all over me and my thousand dollar sheets."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry-fuck. I'll replace them!"

"Like hell you will," he pulls out of you, ties his condom off and tosses in the trash next to his bed. He then flips you on your back and captures your lips roughly. "These sheets are mine and they'll stay mine just like you will from now on. As long as I can help it at least. Sound good?"

"Okay Taehyung," you nod. "Yours."

"Good, now how does a bath sound?"

"Fantastic," you exhale and close your eyes.

"Taehyung, Taehyung wake up." You shake the man by the shoulders next to you with both hands. "Get up get up get up!"

"What's the emergency?" He rubs his tired eyes as you move to leap up from the bed. You have the sheets wrapped tight around your body.

"We have a shoot at the beach with the team in half an hour! Hurry up and put your clothes on, you have to drive me back to my house so I can change into proper clothing."

"Why don't you wear one of my shirts or something?" He yanks your wrist towards him until you're forced to loosen your grip on his sheets and are forced atop his chest.

"Seriously? Why don't we just tell them we slept together at that point? You're crazy Kim Taehyung."

"You're making it sound like we had a one night stand," he pouts for the first time and you chuckle at how cute he looks.

"Of course it's not that Tae, it's just we still work together. We can't have them knowing we have a thing this early."

"Can we at least tell Jungkook?"

"No!" You playfully slap his shoulder. "Stop being so obsessed with him. He's got a girlfriend. Now get up, we really need to go."

"Alright, but give me a kiss first." He puckers up his lips and you concede by pressing your lips to his. "Are you a morning sex person?" He asks.

"No, we need to leave." You hop out of the bed and race to his bathroom.

"Goddamn it," he curses by himself. "Day one of being your girlfriend and she's already leaving you high and dry."

Taehyung throws the covers off his naked body and walks to the bathroom to join you in the shower—nothing but a big, happy grin on his face.

a/n: oh my gosh guys, this took me a long time. But I hope you enjoyed and lmk what you think 💞☺

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Did You Say... He? | 04

Member: Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, humor, implied smut, Roommate!Tae

Word Count: 1,862

A/N: I soaked off my acrylics because I couldn’t stand not being able to write for you guys. But now I’m all good, and I’m writing this one a bit longer to make up for how shitty the last one was. AND Y’ALL SHOULD SEND IN MORE REQUESTS BECAUSE I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING THAT YOU GUYS WANT T~T please…

      “… And we need more milk, and your candy, and some- Tae, where’d you go?!” Looking around, your friend had already wandered off to the other parts of the store. “Goddamn it Taehyung…” Jimin had left to get a few things he needed, so you were stuck with the duty of finding the lost puppy alone. Pushing your cart with a heavy sigh, you started walking down all the isles. Where would this boy be… A sudden jump on your back had you swinging around, bringing a knee to the accuser’s crotch. A low groan came from the man, your eyes locking on the mop of brown hair. “Shit, Tae?! Fuck, get up, get your ass up!!!” Trying to tug him up by the collar of his shirt, a breathy moan came from his lips. hOLY FUCK, WHY IS HE MOANING??? WHY??? NO??? THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN??? “Tae, get up!”

      “Fuck, sweetheart… God, shit, ugh, you have a good leg…” A blush was bright on your cheeks, helping him up and sheepishly smiling to the people around you. His hand slithered its way around your waist, kissing your temple. “Oh my god… Okay, I’ll remind myself to never give you backhugs. Goddamn.” His low laugh floated in the air, taking hold of the cart and walking along with you. “Now, we’re gonna go get some candy, and then we’ll get everything else. Are you okay?” Looking back up to him at his words, you realized you were zoning out because of a few factors. You kneed him in the dick. You heard him moan, and shit, it was fucking hot. Then he got up, kissed your temple, held your waist, and walked around with you like a couple. That’s totally normal, right?

      “Huh? Oh, yeah, um, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You tried to give him a smile, but a quick peck to your lips had your eyes widening to saucers. “Wha-” Taehyung’s grin grew, an adorable giggle falling from his lips. His hand ruffled your hair, as he pushed the cart further. 

      Once you heard your name, you snapped out of your daydream and looked back up at Tae, who had his eyebrow quirked into a perfect arch. “Did you even hear me? Are you okay?” Fuck, I IMAGINED THAT?! GOD FUCKIN-

      “Yeah, yeah, um, I’m good. C’mon, let’s go.” Tugging on his sleeve, you trudged your way through all on the isles. Fucking imagination, ruining my dreams… “Get all the stuff you want, I’ll leave it up to you.” A boxy smile adorned his face, as he walks along you and throws some stuff into the cart. Upon seeing how gloomy you were suddenly looking, his grin faded to that of a frown. He couldn’t stand to see you like this. And he couldn’t stand the fact that you didn’t know. So, coming up behind you again, he hoisted you up onto his shoulders, laughing at the way you grasped his head. “Tae! What are you doing?! You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

      You were sure this wasn’t your imagination, and you tried to scramble your way off of his shoulders. But, his huge hands had a tight grip on your thighs, keeping you there. Falling backwards, you sighed as you dangled off him, your hair sweeping the floor. “Tae, if you drop me, you’re paying for my medical bills.”

      Another laugh bubbled from his throat, and he pulled you back up to a sitting position. “You looked sad, I hate seeing you like that. It makes me sad. But anyways, I think we have everything we need. I’ll pay.” he pushed the cart up to the registers, laughing and thanking people when they commented on how you two were the, “cutest couple they’ve ever seen”. The only thing you could do in response to that was to bury your head into the crook of his neck, getting “awww”ed even more. You weren’t against the idea of dating him, at all. I mean, really, who would be? After helping him carry everything out to the car, you put the car into shift.

      But, not before Jimin jumped onto the hood of the car and scared the living shit out of you.

      You jumped up as fast as humanly possible, banging your head threateningly hard against the roof of the car, your head slamming back down. Your movements stilled as darkness started to engulf your sight, black dots growing bigger and bigger. 

      Until it was all black.

      Quiet, gentle callings of your names woke you up, which then turned into hoarse, desperate please for you to wake up.

      “wHOA, whoa whoa whoa, what’s up? Tae? What’s wrong? Oh god, Tae, don’t cry, please don’t cry, it’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry.” You took his head in his hands, clutching it to your chest was pounding, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Everything was spinning, the bright lights blinding, but you focused on the few tears slipping from his eyes and rolling down his flushed cheeks.

      The door busted open, a teary eyed Jimin coming. “Oh god. (Y/N). I-I’m so sorry, I was just gon-”

      Your laugh stopped him mid sentence, looking up at him. “Jimin, miss me with that bullshit. It’s okay, and I swear, if you try to apologize, you will trade places with me. Now, come on, I’m not staying in a death house thing any longer.” Jumping up, you ripped off the IV drip and headed to change in the bathroom.

      Also not knowing that the two boys got a clear view of your ass in the hospital gown.

      After signing out with two unusually quiet boys, you headed back out to the car. “Why are you two so silent all of a sudden?” Turing to look at them, you noticed how they both immediately looked back down to their feet. 

      Jimin was the first to speak up, scuffing his feet on the floor in a shy way. “Well… We-”

      “We saw your ass.”

      “TAEHYUNG!”

      “WELL AT LEAST I TOLD HER!!!” You were doubled over laughing, gripping the edge of the car. 

      “C-c’mon, let’s just get Jimin back to his apartment.” You weren’t allowed to drive, so you laid down on the blanket bed Tae had made for you, and watched the glaring fest the two at the front had. Once Tae had pulled into Jimin’s lot, he murmured a quiet “bye”, before speeding back to the dorms. You laughed as you saw how white his knuckles had turned from his grip, resting a hand on his shoulder so that they’d go back to normal.

      “Tae, calm downnnn. It’s okay baby boy.” You laughed and thought nothing of the little name you had called him, not noticing the bright blush on his cheeks. “Let’s go, we’re back.” You opened up the car door and slammed it shut, opening his as well and tugging him out. “So I was thinking we just binge watch whatever the hell you want tonight, and I’ll get popcorn duty. Sound good?” A simple nod was all you got from him, so you smiled and unlocked the door. As soon as you shut it, your body slammed back onto it, being met with the lust filled eyes of Taehyung. “T-Tae, what are you-”

      “I don’t think you’ll be calling be ‘baby boy’ for a long ass time after tonight.”

      And that definitely wasn’t a part of your imagination.

      The morning sun had shown through the windows, lines of light flooding into the small room. A quiet moan left Taehyung’s mouth, his back arching with cracks echoing through the air. “Babe?” His voice was husky, even lower than normally. “Are you awake yet?”

      A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over into his chest, as you quietly sighed. “What time is it…?”

      “Oh fuck. U-um, it’s… One?” This caused your eyes to shoot open, looking straight at him.

      “IT’S ONE?! OH MY GOD, WE’RE LATE!!!” You threw the covers off of you, standing up from your makeshift couch. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck… Where are all my shirts?” Rummaging around, Taehyung propped himself up on his elbows, a smirk tugging at his lips.

      “I don’t know about you, but I’m staying here. You can join me if you want~” You stopped in your steps, looking back up at him before ripping your shorts and shirt back off. His low laugh danced around you, the sound brightening up the room even more. Plopping back down next to him, you handed him the remote, tracing light circles on his chest. 

      You two stayed lounging around all day, slow and loving kisses being shared, tickle fights turning into make out sessions. The day was calm and quiet, something that you wished you could have every day. But, maybe in the future, add a few mini Taes running around, and your life would be complete. You were never into the idea of finding the right person and having kids - you were a more, “I’m gonna find a place, own some giant dogs and a million cats” type of gal. Now, running off to some warm, beach side house in California with Tae sounds like the perfect dream, having a couple of kids to grow up with the waves. It was your dream.

      You had both stayed up throughout the day, keeping each other company and snacking on bowls of ramen. You two had been reading a book to each other, going back and forth, before a loud bang at the door stopped you both.

      “Who is it…?”

      “Jimin!”

      FUCK.

      You jumped up, throwing on one of Tae’s shirts. You cracked the door open, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

      “I was wondering if you two…” His sentence ran off as he peeked through the crack at your body, lightly covered by Tae’s shirt that only went just below your pantie line. “Are you wearing his shirt…?” You felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, looking up to see Tae glaring at Jimin. Once again.

      “Yes, she is. And no, we’re fine staying here tonight. Now, anything else? No? Okay, bye Jimin.” He shut the door with a sigh, and looked down at you. “Baby… What’s wrong?”

      You found out that he had already known about the incident that happened between you and his friend previously, so you knew he didn’t mean that. “I mean… I don’t even know. I just don’t want you two being torn apart because of me, that’s all.” His lips pressed against yours as he grinned, his eyes fluttering back open to look at you once he broke away. 

      “We’ve always had this frenemies thing going on, I’d have a crush, he’d take her from me. So don’t worry, you don’t know how happy I am right now.” You both laughed, his hands sliding down to the bottom of the shirt draped over your torso.

      You both may or may not have ended up skipping the next day too.

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Boyfriends feeding each other 💕

[exo-is-life-and-love]

[BTS V] Dipping in, baby.

Genre: Smut, angst 

Specifically: Pussy-eating, fingering, dominant tae, strong words + curse words, sex ofc

Word count: 2.500

My first smut/fanfic in a long time guys, enjoy! 

I smack my lips in slow motion and squint as I try to wake up with the sun beaming into my face. In fact is has been for the past five hours. I stretch my body far into my white sheets before relaxing again, huffing out all the air I sucked in when I started stretching. The hot light is still showering my face and the birds outside the open windows are twitting. The smell of my plants and the salty ocean washes over me as I stretch once more, breathing in any particle of dust there might be swaying in the air, though that is probably very few.

“I almost can’t hear the waves.”

I turn my head to face him. “It’s calm today.” I look into the ceiling, feeling well rested and trying to get a better listen of the nature right outside. I take it in. The ocean is flowing slowly, the foam on the top of the waves vaguely distinct the ear. In fact, my rocks and gems that I’ve wrapped around my curtain rod in cords are louder than the waves this morning, as they are being nudged around gently by the breeze, about once every second bumping into each other. I prod his arm off my stomach and get up from the bed.

The rays of sunshine move around all the curves of my body as I walk across the room, running a hand easily through my hair. His shirt is on the glazed light wood floor, so I reach for it and slip it on, loving the smell of him in it, his cologne, the usual scent of warmth and a saltiness.

His deep voice interrupts me. “Babe..”

“No, Tae. I can’t just lie here all day. You should know that by now.”

I know he knows that. I also know it took a lot of his strength not to hold me back from leaving his side in the bed. His tanned body looks so heavenly, spread into my cloudy white sheets with the same sun lighting him up. He’s golden.

“Now get up.”

 …

 “Hey.” He yawns as he slanders across the room. He leans down to kiss my cheek and slanders on, into the bathroom. “Tae, you need to take a shower.” I’m focused on my book as I say it. The light brown couch is situated so that whoever sits in it can see everything in the room. The small but practical kitchen on the right, the front door and the door to the bathroom. There’s not actually that much else in here, beside a little carpet in the middle, in front of the couch, and of course more plants spread all around. Oh, and of course all my other random junk. Sea shells, more gems and rocks, maps hanging on the walls with at least a thousand red pins in them. They mark the places I want to go, when I get the chance. The rest of the space is taken up by large windows, showcasing the sandy beaches and greenery.

 He pops his head out. “Why?”

“Because you smell. I can’t sleep like that.” I fiddle with my ankles while in mermaid pose. He scoffs, attempting to be secret about it.

I sigh, not so secretly, unfortunately. I close my book with both hands and smash it onto the small antique table on the side of the couch before getting up, marching into my bedroom and removing his shirt from my body. “Shuushhh!” I grab the rocks and gems flailing around, holding them still.

After only a short moment of silence they begin again and I grasp his shirt from the floor, reapplying it to my body in frustration. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth with my hands on my waist. I sigh shortly once again.

His frame appears in the door case and he stays there as he rubs his ash brown hair with a towel. His eyes are attendant on you. He slings the towel over his shoulder, letting it rest there as he cross his veiny arms over his chest. He leans against the door case. “So tell me. What’s with you?” His voice has a certain cockiness to it.

“Nothing!” I flail my arms around and widen my eyes, keeping a stare on him. “Nothing at all! You just piss me off!” He just chuckles. It kills me. That chuckle. That boxy smile. That cocky tone in his deep, deep voice.

We both stand there for a while.  “Okay, I give up.” I quickly turn around and slip on my sandals, leaving the room through the garden door. I don’t stop. Each step fills my shoe with even more sand and it gets heavier and heavier. I can clearly hear the waves brushing against the beach now. There’s no one around, it’s almost deserted out here and that’s why I like it I guess. That’s what Taehyung told me when he saw the place when it was all new, at least. He told me that I’m a person that needs to have control of every situation I’m put in, and if I don’t, I get really stressed out. That’s why a peaceful scenery with almost no one else around was perfect for me. I guess it’s true, I just never truly understood. I always looked upon myself as a free-spirited person, someone with plans and dreams, someone who would never get tied up in one place. Yet here I am. Life is coming full speed in both our directions. I’ve never wanted anything more, than to be tied up right now.

I empty my sandals on a big rock on the beach. The wind blows my hair away from my face gently. I soak my feet in the beige sea that can turn to glass. It’s salty in the air. I feel it all through my body. It flows smoothly, all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. It even tingles a bit.

 …

 I enter the living room shyly, looking around the place in hopes of noticing him before he notices me. “Tae..?” I say askingly into the room. “Yes baby?” He answers from the bathroom. A warm feeling fills me up the same places the air did, and I crack a lopsided smile unconsciously. He comes out, still wearing nothing but his white calvin boxers and his tanned skin. He smiles back at me and cocks an eyebrow.

“Wha-“ I jolt towards him, shutting him up and I melt into his lips, his body as I slide my arms behind his neck, my fingers tangled up in his damp hair and hips pressed against his. He grunts and kisses me back. He puts his large hands onto my smooth skin on the small of my back and my waist, pressing me closer to him, holding me tight. I moan as he bites my lip and lets a hand run down to my thigh the ass-way and lifts my leg so it attaches to his side. Somehow I end up wrapped around his waist, while we still kiss deeply, passionately, I feel so secure with him, so safe in his arms. So much that I don’t want to ever get out.

He motions into the so familiar bedroom of ours. My one hand is still in his locks, playing with it and the other has moved to his jaw. That was it’s easier to kiss it. My plump lips graze his neck vein, the one I know it more sensitive than Rachel McAdams in the Notebook. He tightens up, his head falling back into the pillow and his strong grip digging deeper into my thighs. It feels so good.

“Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna miss this.” He says in between breaths. I bite the spot and nod. “Yes tae, me too. Me too..”

He maneuvers around me, his chest against my flexed back, sitting up. He kisses my right shoulder 3 times, slowing down just a little bit as he moves to the other shoulder while slithering his hands against my hips under my shirt, lifting it slowly, not leaving my skin even once. I mewl and my body tenses as my breasts are released from the fabric and his hands find their way to them, massaging them while pressing his front closer against my back. He’s clearly excited, and so am I. He moves his kisses from my shoulders to my ear lobes, kissing them and wetting them slightly with the tip of his tongue. It gives me insane chills, straight to my core. My wet, dripping core. My nipples are hard, he brushes against them so lightly with his fingers and palms.

I try to keep my moans in. I tense more and more. “Baby…” He whispers and lets his hands fall to my hips again, feeling my smooth and sweaty skin. My body jerks from the feeling of no hands on my breasts, arching my body forward and whining softly.

He chuckles right into my ear. He knows exactly what gets me going completely crazy for him. “No rush baby. And don’t hold back.” He teases his hand in between my thighs, making me gasp out loud for his touch. “Promise me that?” He presses a finger against my dripping folds, so dripping that it’s embarrassing. I can see his cocky expression in my thoughts, but it quickly gets washed away with so many others.

“Yes, I-I promise Tae!” I moan as he uses force to spread my legs apart, keeping my arms pressed along the sides of my body with his, reaching around me to pleasure me. His left hand comes up to play with my sensitive and erect nipples, while his right stays between my legs, rubbing my pussy in circular motions to make me mewl in his ear. I obey, of course. I moan loudly as he pushes a finger past my folds and into my warmth, pumping me slowly and teasingly. “Fuck, seriously!” I scream. He inserts another finger, they’re so long and hit all the important spots. I feel as though my body will disjoint if I don’t get to cum soon.

“Tae, please, fuck me.” I try to say it with the most amount of gathering as possible.

He slips his fingers out of my pussy and release my nipple from his fingers. He gives my back a small push, which I know for a fact means “Get on all fours.” Just the thought makes my blood boil. I can hear him licking his fingers, it makes a loud slippery sound and he gulps, hard.

I do as I’m told. I get on all fours and spread my legs a little more, giving him easy access. He lowers my ass a little bit, he knows better than me what I like. “Baby, how come you taste so good?”

I moan from the sound of his voice and it gives me chills. “I want to eat you out, y/n…” He runs his hands around my ass and thighs, touching my inner thighs too, amazed at the way my juices make my skin glisten.

I groan, wanting his lips and mouth in my pussy. “You sell it well, Mr.” I say, placing myself onto my back and gasping at the sight of his huge cock with precum running from his red tip to his shaft.

He dips in, his hands holding my sides for better control as I stretch my toes into the air. I moan loudly.

He flicks his tongue on my clit multiple times and slaps my pussy with his palm while he works the clit. He sucks on the nub, my body spasming more than ever before. The room has gotten darker while we’ve been at it, and the air is no longer filled with saltiness or dust particles. It’s filled with sex. The sounds, the smell, the air even feels wet.

He groans into my pussy, and I can feel it tightening down there. “T-tae!” His lustful eyes find mine, his mouth filled with my fluids. When he realizes what I’m implying with the look I’m giving him, he chuckles and dips in again, leaving me completely aware of what his plan is tonight. And I’m all for it. He shakes his head and licks my slit, really teasing me. His rough hands are now digging into my ass, squeezing it. He moans and slurps. I fucking love it when he does that. I forget every worry with him, he completes me. I hate that. But right now, it doesn’t matter.

I tighten again, and this time I let it happen. My body spasms and my back arches. I put my hands in his hair, almost drowning him in there but I know he can take it. Moaning, I cum for him.

I let go of his hair and relax my body, letting my limbs fall to the sheets that are probably not so white anymore. My pussy drips and his fingers come down to spread it around as he reaches his body forward to kiss me, letting me taste myself. He gives me a boxy smile and I smile back, but before I know it he’s turned dark again and he smirks, pulling me closer to him by the legs. His firm cock teases my entrance as he wraps my legs around his waist again. He grunts as he pushes into me, falling forward, nudging his head into my neck.

“Oh my god, Tae…” I mewl as he starts off slowly, letting me adjust to his size as always. He breathes heavily into my ear as he speeds up, his hips snapping into me. The air is filled with the sound of skin clapping together continuously and moans and groans, coming from the both of us. He hits the g-spot with his cock and smashes my pussy harder and harder, my moans following the volume. “Fuck!!” My voice cracks and he moans too, his mouth finding mine and we make out as he fucks me tirelessly. His index and middle finger find my clitoris and rubs it in a way only a god can, and his other hand slides up to my nipples again, pinching them, teasing them, flicking them. I can feel his hot cum shooting into me, and I cum in that exact moment too. He pants as he rides out both of our orgasms, his sweat running down his chest and forehead.

He pulls out and watches his own fluids come out of my pussy when I sit up. He chuckles and crashes beside me, reaching for me to pull me close to him. He’s still panting but he slowly starts to calm down.

He closes his eyes. “Y/n… I love you.” He whispers. I smile and giggle, wondering how Taehyung can switch character so quickly and easily. From sex beast to cutiepie and opposite. “I love you too. I’m gonna miss the shit out of you.” He smiles softly to me and pulls me even closer, not wanting to let go.

“It pains me to let all of this go. I never thought I would be in this situation” I say quietly into his skin. He nods and runs a hand through his greasy hair. “I know baby. I know.”

Taehyung always knows. He’s incredible.

[erisfiles]

Chapter 5

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The Emperor

characters : “The 7 Dragons” Emperors; Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook. Ahn Y/n. Bang Hyunsik. Soo Jaemin

cameos : Prince Park Jihyun (Emperor Jimin’s younger brother) , Jeon Junghyun (Emperor Jungkook’s older brother, the general of his military, Jung Jiwoo (Emperor Hoseok’s older sister, his advisor), and Cha Eunwoo (a soldier of the Kim’s empire)

word count : 4.2k

Warnings for this chapter : none

genre : fluff, angst, smut, action, emperor au

Author’s note: If the whole section is italicized, it is a flashback. FLASHBACK WILL BE INDICATED WHEN IT STARTS AND WHEN IT ENDS.

I know I mostly write in 3rd POV, and I am sorry for that. I feel I write in 3rd POV better compared to 1st and 2nd but I will try for you guys!

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE/STEAL OR YOU WILL BE REPORTED.

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If the whole section is italicized, it is a flashback. FLASHBACK WILL BE INDICATED WHEN IT STARTS AND WHEN IT ENDS WHEN SECTRION IS SPLIT AND IN ITALICS

Chapter 5

3RD POV

“So Y/N, what is exactly your job again?” Taehyung noisily munched on his food, wide eyed, body turned to her as he waited for her answer. Within the past few hours, all of them had become friends with the quiet girl. Y/N was in her own world, not hearing Taehyung’s question. Her quiet self had worried Namjoon mostly as he knew she was never one to be quiet on any occasion. Namjoon looked at her, looking down while playing with her fingers, looking as if she was in deep thought. Namjoon nudged her lightly, catching her by surprise. She looked at him, his eyes saddening seeing her eyes look lifeless.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” Y/N noticed how she sounded too enthusiastic, her tone of voice and outburst had caught everyone’s attention, all pairs of eyes in the room staring right at her, even the one that had a cold expression on their face. Noticing, she quickly looked down on her bottom lip quivering, her eyes watering. “Yeah, I’m as good as I can be. Now, if you excuse me I will be going off to bed.” She stood up fast, the chair scraping against the wooden floor, the sound like that of nails on a chalkboard making everyone wince. Jimin looked at her in worry as she passed by him with her head hung low, ignoring his stare.

Namjoon noticed the pained expression Jimin had worn on his face when Y/N had ignored him, quickly masking his feelings. Namjoon looked at your retreating figure wondering what had happened between you and Jimin as he thought you and him have only met today. Tehyung looked at his best friend quietly eating, turning his attention to Namjoon who was still staring at him. Seokjin had noticed the quietness of the room making the atmosphere more awkward. Yoongi smirked, not going unnoticed by the others. Namjoon raised his eyebrows looking at the older, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “What’s with the smirk, Yoongi hyung?”

Yoongi looked at him, smiling lightly, “Nothing, Namjoon. I believe that the plans I am thinking of for my empire does not concern you.” Namjoon stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table, looking at the man in front of him, veins popping out of his forehead and his neck. “It does concern me if it pertains to my sister.” Yoongi stood up, catching Seokjin’s attention, “Enough the two of you.” Yoongi looked at Seokjin with cold eyes, slightly invoking fear in him. “No, Seokjin hyung. It is not enough. However, I have had enough of this bastards attitude.”

Namjoon walked around the table towards the irritated man, “What the hell did you call me?” Yoongi was suddenly lifted up by his collar catching him by surprise, gripping Namjoon’s wrist but nonetheless wore a fce with no expression. “I said ENOUGH!” Seokin raised his voice, going to the two men looking at each other intensively. The rest of the men in the room are also standing up, ready to break up the two men from a fight that may end in chaos.

A sudden giggle left Namjoon’s lips confusing Hoseok. “Dude! You are totally going insane. Does being a general mess up your head?” He walked up to Namjoon who was still giggling, soon throwing his head back and laughing loudly. Taehyung looked at his older brother like he was crazy, turning to Yoongi as he heard him giggling as well, everyone in here is going crazy, he thought. Seokjin then started laughing as well, confusing Hoseok and Jimin even more. “Imagine ME actually being that mad?” Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin laughed like crazy men, falling on the floor and clutching their stomachs.

“You guys are crazy…” Jungkook was the only one sitting on the dining table, munching on his food, not that bothered by the childish behavior his friends were showing. Yoongi caught his breath looking at Jimin, getting up from the floor after laughing, “Don’t worry we were kidding around. No need to get shaked up and afraid, Emperor Jimin. After all, I'm pretty sure you’re not afraid of doing anything, or should I say anyone?” Yoongi snickered, looking at the slightly shorter man getting irritated, rolling his eyes in the process. Taehyung looked around the dining room, noticing the guards inside. He snapped his fingers loud enough for them to turn their undivided attention to them, Taehyung signalling for them to go out, going unnoticed by the six other emperors.

“Namjoon hyung, why did you call Y/N our sister? Doesn’t she just work for us? Plus, mom has never mentioned a sister.”

Jimin looked at Namjoon, who happened to look nervous, biting his lip as a habit of lying. Yoongi looked at Seokjin, who was also very hesitant in answering for Namjoon. Namjoon took a deep breath, closing his eyes, attempting to calm down his beating heart. went out of the dining room, going towards his new lieutenant and advisor, Wang. “Make sure Y/N is in her chambers and that she will not go out. We will be discussing important matters that she is not allowed to know. “But Sir, Y/N-” Namjoon cut off Wang with a stern look, “That’s an order, Wang.” The latter had nodded his head in response to the order given, no longer wanting to anger him. Namjoon walked back in the dining room, preparing himself from the chaos that is about to occur. What he did not see was Wang looking at his every move, smirking, knowing this was the perfect opportunity to carry out his plan

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“Yes.”

“So you’re saying I checked out my sister?! That’s practically incest! Oh my gosh! Jimin, I have commited a sin!” Jimin rolled his eyes, just finding out his best friend had been checking out his lover. Taehyung leaned on his best friend’s shoulder sobbing, rather dramatically. Namjoon smacked his forehead, not believing how stupid his younger brother can be. The rest of the members were listening to his explanation for the past 30 minutes. “Taehyung...Father had another consort. Y/N was not announced as one of the royals because her mother had failed to give our father a prince. Father had thought she was a boy before she was born, I remember him being ecstatic, at least that’s what the maids had told me before. Grandfather had told father to kill Y/N’s mother, his true lover. He didn’t do it, Grandfather did. Her parents now aren’t her real parents. Her “mom” and “dad” is actually her aunt and her uncle. But, yes, she is our half sister.”

“This…” Namjoon raised his right wrist up, showing the red bracelet that he had worn since he was a child. “...is our family emblem, Taehyung. We’ve never noticed. Father has been telling us the whole time that she was our sister. Don’t you remember?” Taehyung opened his mouth in shock, he felt his eyes build up tears at the sudden realization. “No, you’re lying. Father and Mother have never mentioned a sister. Both of you told me that it was just us three ever since I can remember. Only for you two, even father, to lie to me my whole life?!” Seokjin took a deep breath, looking at Taehyung with saddened eyes. “Taehyung…” Taehyung stood up, violently shaking his head left and right, refusing to believe that this was reality. “Both of you!” Taehyung’s booming voice made everyone in the room flinch. “Both of you knew how much I wanted a sister! And you go and hide that from me for 22 years!”

“Taehyung! That’s enough!”

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FLASHBACK

“Namjoon, come over here, son. Let’s go and take a walk.” The 6 year old had gone to his father just like he was asked, his fast eyes immediately seeing the black box his father was carrying. “What is that, dad?” The elder looked down at his son, smiling in the process looking at his eyes that were written with curiosity. “This is a gift for you and...your siblings.” Namjoon smiled brightly, his eyes turning into crescents, making his father smile in adoration.

The young emperor guided his son to the pagoda, the cherry blossom petals falling from the trees and dancing in the wind. “Father, look! It is so beautiful.” He looked just like his son had told him to. He nodded his head, agreeing with Namjoon, eyes suddenly glistening, the first tear dropping from his left eye. The emperor flinched the slightest, feeling small hands wie away his tears, leaning into his son’s comforting touch.

“Father, they said if the first tear falls out of the left eyes, it is because of pain. Did something happen?”

“My dear son, why don’t you just become a philosopher? You are too intelligent to just become an emperor.”

Namjoon looked up at his father in confusion, “But father, in order to make you proud I have to follow in your footsteps. Seokjin hyung, Taehyung, and I will reign the empire. Just like you.” His dad chuckled, tears stinging his eyes, closing his eyes, “Son, no matter what you do, I will always be a proud father of yours.” Namjjom frowned at his father who still avoided his question.

“Father, what made you upset? Don’t avoid my question.”

The emperor chuckled at his intelligent son, butterfly smiling, “Just...I just thought of someone. Don’t worry too much.” He stood up from his crouching position and walked to the railings of the pagoda, overlooking the small lake. Namjoon walked to his father, making grabby sounds. His father complying and picking him up, sitting him on the railing. His dad took the box, opening it in front of his son, revealing 4 red bracelets. Namjoon took one of them, giggling happily, liking the red bracelet. “Father? Why is there 4 when there's only three of us? Is one for you?” The latter shook his head, his tears blurring his vision yet once again.

“Uh...no. I want you to give the extra one to your best friend, and no I don’t mean one of your brothers.” Namjoon looked at him smiling, suddenly hugging his dad tightly, even though he couldn’t wrap his short arms fully around him. “Thank you, dad!” The emperor hugged his son back, kissing the top of his prince’s head. “So you do know the girl from the forest!” He smiled nodding, “Yes, I do know her. Fairly well, actually, son.” Namjoon tilted his head in confusion again because of his father. “How?” He ignored his son’s question, distracting him by pulling him to his chest again. “Have you ever loved someone without meeting them?” The emperor shook his head, knowing his son wouldn’t understand. He couldn’t tell his son that he knew his best friend from the forest. He knew her because he loves that girl’s mother.

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Emperor Joseon, the present emperor of the Kim empire, walked about half a mile behind his sons. One guard had told him that his son, Namjoon, had saved this girl from getting hurt by a grizzly bear but also saved the bear from getting harmed. He had wanted to see who this girl was considering his two sons had been “sneaking off” during their free time. His youngest son Taehyung had stayed at home with his mother, forbidden to go out until he turned a certain age. Joseon chuckled, remembering the grabby hands Taehyung was motioning to his dad, wanting to go with him as he has never been outside the palace.

Joseon was on his horse, the rest of his men also on horses on the way to the forest. “Emperor Joseon, we are almost in the forest. We have to go to a different entrance so the princes will not see us. The guards with them are aware that we are coming so they do not have to be aware of danger. Joseon nodded, moving his horses’ reins to make him gallop. In his satchel was the box he had shown Namjoon before, one red bracelet left...for his daughter.

Once making it in the forest, he hid behind the trees, a few feet behind his three children. He smiled seeing his two eldest sons bonding with their sister, later frowning realizing that they don’t know that she is their sister. He sat there for 3 hours, the usual hours of how long they hung out, the emperor sat there on the ground, not afraid to get his silk hanbok dirty.

Seeing the sunset, he got off the ground knowing that the time has come for them to separate, the time for him to finally meet his daughter. He signalled his men, stripping from his royal clothes to his “citizen” clothes. He took a deep breath, feeling his nervousness, his fingers tapped on his thighs, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, bracelet in hand.

He saw his lieutenant give a signal that the kids were going to separate ways. Joseon saw Y/N making her way back in the woods, following along the path that leads back to her home. Since the sun was still setting, the forest was illuminated in oranges and yellows by the sun, the trees with red, yellow, and orange leaves looking heavenly. He did not want to scare his daughter so he knew he had to pretend as another citizen just taking a stroll in the woods who just so happened to bump into her.

Y/N started her journey on the way home, feeling happy as she saw her best friends today. She walked along the worn out path she had always taken since she could remember. She smiled, her pace getting faster remembering her mom had said that she was going to cook her favorite food today once she got home from the market. Y/N was in relief remembering her parents did not come back from the market about an hour after she arrived.

She saw a figure moving from her peripheral vision, she was confused as she does not remember anyone else knowing this side of the forest but herself. She looked at the man who happened to look about the same age as her father. “아저씨!” Y/N smiled when she caught the attention of the stranger, she remembered how her father had told her to help strangers if they looked like they had any help, the man didn’t look dangerous at all. If anything, she can just use self-defense.

The stranger looked at her with a gentle smile on his face. “Hey! I am not a middle-aged man though.”

Y/N POV

The old man walked closer to me, bending down to my height. “Do you need help?” I have never seen this stranger in the town before, I usually know everyone in town. Maybe he is new! “Hey,아저씨! Are you new in town? I don’t remember ever seeing you, I know everyone in town.” The man in front of me smiled, nodding his head. “What is your name?” I shook my head, letting the stranger know I was not going to let him know my name, only help him. He nodded his head in return, his lips in a thin line. “My name is Jo-...Seonjoon. You can call me Seonjoon.” I nodded my head, putting my hand in front of me for him to shake it. “It is nice to meet you…,아저씨.” He chuckled, shaking my hand, “I understand if you won’t tell me your name, after all, I am a stranger.”

“Hey, I have a deal for you, since I do need help.” I nodded my head without really thinking for any possible consequences, he reminded me of my dad. “I will give you this bracelet,” He held up a red bracelet with a gold cylinder in front of my face, “If you get me out of this forest...I kind of got lost after wandering around. You seem like you know your way around here.” I giggled at him “You do not know a lot of things. That makes you an 아저씨.” He scratched his chin, acting as if he had a beard made me giggle. “Hmm, I guess you’re right...You remind me of your mum.” I widened my eyes, “You know my mum!” Joseon nodded, feeling slightly nervous as he blurted out a secret. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go! Mum should be ecstatic to see you!”

3RD POV

Joseon looked down at his daughter, his hand engulfing her small ones, dragging him out of the forest and to the direction of her house. He smiled as he remembered walking in these woods with Y/N’s mother when they were kids. Sooyoung, the love of his life. They had met each other even though they lived in two different worlds. Her as a town citizen and him as the young prince of the Kim Empire. He remembers her shocked face when he had told her who he was as it is rare for royals to visit the towns of the Empire, their citizens often not knowing how they look until the day they bow down to their portraits when they pass away.

They tread along the worn out path, the moon soon appearing in the clear night sky. Many townspeople had looked at Joseon with interest and confusion as they had never seen him before. “Young man, you are very handsome. You can be a king with your good look.s.” Y/N giggled as an old woman randomly approached her new friend just to compliment him. “He is! He reminds me of my dad. Doesn’t he?” The fairly old woman smiled at her and stroked her head.

Joseon and Y/N walked to her house, noticing the light from the burning candles illuminating the interior of the house, she ran into her house, tugging along Joseon. “Wait, don’t you think you should tell your parents-” Y/N let go of his hand running to her “father” hugging his feet. “Y/N! Where have you been?” Hansol crouched down to Y/N’s height, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her in towards his chest, hugging her tightly. He kissed her head, in relief that she was in fact safe. He pulled away from her, “Your mother and I-” His eyes had diverted to the man standing before him.

“형…”

Joseon looked at his younger brother, his mouth hung open, shocked at the sight in front of him.

“Hansol...you’re alive, but, how? Grandpa...Grandpa killed you. You died in front of my eyes.”

Hansol engulfed his older brother in a hug, squeezing him tight. They pat each other in the back, crying, not afraid to show their tears to one another. “I-it’s been so long. It’s been 6 years.” Hansol was smiling at Joseon, his smile slowly disappearing from his face. “You need to tell Y/N. You already met her. You should tell her that you-”

“No.” Hansol’s enthusiasm completely disappeared. He looked at Y/N who was at the kitchen, busy eating the food her mom had made her, too busy to notice the conversation between Hansol and Joseon. He turned to look back at his brother, confused as to what he meant. “I can’t, Hansol. You raised her for 6 years. She...she will not believe me if I told her that I am her real father. I just wanted to see if she was actually alive.” Hansolo signaled him to sit down on the floor, in front of him, their voices low in order for Y/N to not hear. “Namjoon had told me he met a girl named Y/N in the forest. Y/N...Y/N was the name Chaeyoung chose for our daughter. I...I was desperate to know if she was alive. So, I went to see myself a month after she met Namjoon.” Joseon looked at Hansol, nervous under his brother’s stare, not knowing why he was feeling this way. Perhaps it was guilt. “Why did you seek out to look for her if you weren’t even going to tell her that you’re her father.” Hansol looked at his brother, seething in anger, feeling betrayed, feeling upset, he loves Y/N with his whole heart, but he doesn’t think he can keep on living a lie.

“Hansol, please. She already loves you as her own Father. I’m just glad I know she’s alive. She knows who I am, even if she doesn’t know me as her father. That’s all that matters.”

Hansol looked at his brother, guilt in his eyes that he had hid his daughter from him for so long, he is surprised that Joseon is not angered by his actions. “형, I am so sorry. I should’ve let you know that Y/N was alive. I should’ve gone to the palace to inform you.” The latter shook his head, smiling at him. “You would’ve gotten killed...again. You protected her and raised her. Even if I am your brother, you did not have to raise her on your own, yet you chose to. You raised your niece like your own daughter, I can’t thank you enough.”

Silence fell upon the two brothers, the cracking of the firewood and the wind outside were the only things to be heard. “I know..” Joseon looked up at Hansol in confusion as to what he meant by his statement.

“I know that’s not the only reason why you won’t tell her the truth...because you didn’t know the truth.”

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“Here. I won’t be back for a while. Since it was a deal, here is your prize.” Joseon looked at Y/N in awe. He looked up at the night sky to prevent his tears from falling. “You’re going to visit more often right, uncle!” He felt a pang in his heart as he heard her call him uncle, she had thought that Josoen was her father’s brother. He closed his eyes, feeling his eyebrows furrow as he knows this will be the last time he sees his beautiful daughter. He hugged her, catching the little girl by surprise but nonetheless she hugged him back, grateful for the new friend she had made today. She was for sure going to tell Joon. “Do you promise to remember me?”

“But why do I need to remember you when you’ll visit me everyday?” Y/N pouted looking up at her “uncle.”

“I want you to think of me, by this bracelet. Do you know what the color red means?”

The little girl shook her head, not knowing that colors had their own meanings, she thought that the color itself defined beauty and boldness.

“This will ward off any evil spirits and bad luck. This capsule is in the color, gold, it has hues of yellow. Yellow or gold signifies nobility, dignity, and holiness.”

“But...only the royals get to wear gold.”

Joseon cupped Y/N’s face lovingly, “You are a royal to me. But don’t ever forget about me, okay? Uncle Seonjoon, will always be here. I will always come back.” Joseon pointed at his little daughter’s heart, smiling as he tried to prevent tears from coming down his eyes. He took a deep breath knowing very well that this was the last time he would see her, seeing his daughter’s face reminded him of Chaeyoung. He couldn’t bear the heartbreak anymore and the danger he will put Y/N into again, and that's why he has to stay away. Forever.

“Don’t worry uncle, I won't ever forget you.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise, but you have to take me to the moon when i come back, okay?”

“I promise.”

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Joseon arrived at the palace, the sun rising early in the morning. He remembered his daughter’s peaceful, tiny sleeping figure, kissing her head. He remembers hugging her sleeping figure before he left, wishing he was In Hansol’s shoes. He remembered being careful not to wake her up, whispering to her, “See you later.”

Joseon sighed as he knew he was back to reality.

“Where have you been?! You never went home. Your son has been looking for you all night!” Joseon sighed once again upon entering the palace hearing his consort yell, carrying his youngest son, Taehyung, making grabby hands at him. Taking him away from the woman he hated the most, he glared at her. “Don’t you ever think you can act like the mother of my children. You didn’t give birth to them. I know your dirty fucking secret. Considering you were so desperate to get rid of them when they were born because you wanted the throne all to yourself, it all made sense in the end on what my grandmother had told me. Don’t even think that I won’t hesitate to have you beheaded if you try anything suspicious...because I’m always watching.”

Taehyung looked at his father then at his mother. “Choose, baby. Your loving mother? Or your self-centered dad. Pick who you would want to stay with forever.” The little boy did not fully understand the question but did not hesitate to answer. “I want daddy. You hurt me, you’re not my mommy. You hurt me badly along with Namjoon 형, and Seokjin 형. You’re nothing like mommy Chaeyoung.” Joseon pursed his lips, grabbing his son and pulling him behind him.

“Why you little-mommy Chaeyoung doesn’t exist! She’s dead! That makes me your mother!”

“You put your hands on my son?!” Joseon signalled General Cha and his palace guards to come forward and take Taehyung away to his chambers. “Make sure this woman goes to the dungeon and nobody better treat her like royalty. If I catch you doing the opposite of what I am saying, you can find yourself being beheaded in the early mornings or live your life in a cell forever.She is no longer a part of this royal family. I want her portraits out of the palace. I want every family portrait in this whole palace to be taken down and redrawn without her in it.”

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“Do not reveal it. Do not tell anyone...even her. Do it when the time is right.” Joseon layed down on his bed, he held Namjoon’s hand, Namjoon’s hands gripping his father’s son back. Namjoon looked at his father’s weakened state, tears welling up in his eyes. His two brothers were outside having had their last time with their dad already. Namjoon was last as was requested by the Emperor.

“But dad, when will the time be right?” Namjoon sighed not knowing what to do without his father once he leaves the world. This situation was something he could not fathom, nor his brothers. Everyone in the palace was in despair as the young emperor of the Kim Empire was on his deathbed. The “7 Dragons” were there too paying their respects to not only a good ally of thiers but also a good friend. All of them, including their consorts, in tears in the hallway.

“Either she finds out herself, or you decide when the time is right. Make me proud, son. Follow your heart. You always make great decisions in life. But you have to understand that this is inevitable.” Namjoon nodded his head in understanding his father’s words because what he said was true, it was something inevitable.

“Y/N is your only sister Namjoon...you have to take care of her for me.”

“Sister?” Both Joseon and Namjoon turned his head towards the door. There stood Seokjin, his mouth hung open and eyes wide as he peeks his head through the door. “Yes, Seokjin. It is not your brother’s fault that you don’t know, I had made him promise to me that he won’t tell you.” Seokjin went in the room, closing the door behind him just nodding in response, not even mad towards his younger brother with the secret that has been revealed, still in shock with his father’s current situation.

“Don’t forget that the only people who can wear those bracelets are the Kim siblings...Namjoon, do me a favor.”

“Yes, dad. Anything.”

“Take her to the moon for me.”

FLASHBACK END

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“You knew, Seokjin 형. Didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry-”

“I never knew why father hated me, but you two knew! And you never told me! I suffered, I suffered so much! And you two knew the reason why! I always asked myself why I was so unworthy of being loved by my own dad. And now I know why father hated me his whole life. Now I know why...I was the reason why Y/N’s mom got killed. I killed Y/N’s mother. I killed my sister’s mother.”

“Dad never hated you, Taehyung. He had his reasons but I can’t tell you I’m sorry. But trust me, dad had always loved you and was always proud of you. Mom was the tyrant, Taehyung, she was willing to kill us to have the throne to herself.”

“Y/N will understand once we explain. You are still her brother, Taehyung. We will be there for the both of you. Like how siblings should be.”

“What?”

Everyone in the dining room turned towards the door, Y/N stood before them in disbelief, in confusion, in pain, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, with her balled fist to her sides.

Staring at her supposed “siblings.”

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Namjoon walked closer to his destination, soaked by the rain. He crouched down looking at the grave stone in front of him, caressing it, feeling his tears well up he shuts his eyes, putting his head down. Feeling ashamed upon faking his father.

“I told them mom’s real intentions at the wrong time.

I have failed you, dad.

But what did you mean back then?”

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FLASHBACK

Joseon look at him, barely being able to keep his eyes open, feeling extremely weak.

“She’s not your half sister, Namjoon. She’s your...” Namjoon who kept his head down furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why he stopped talking. He looked up only to see his dad with his eyes closed still holding his hand but no long breathing

“She’s my what, dad...”

Namjoon cried, screamed, kicked around in the room, Seokjin trying to calm him down

“I never got to promise to him to take her to the moon.”

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Kim Namjoon 

Due to the dirty dancing, Namjoon was extremely horny. You could feel his friend poking against your ass which caused you to give a cocky grin. You turned yourself around to look at him, your eyes dark and your mind completely taken over by lust. Namjoon’s hand lowered on your back and pulled and molded your ass in his palm. 

“Look at you Joonie~” You purred his pet name, a puff of air leaving his nose as he rolled his eyes. Namjoon moved himself closer to you, biting down on your lower neck as his body continued to grind against yours. You knew just by his movements that Namjoon wanted you badly. However, you didn’t want to give into his wishes, not in such a public place. 

“I need you.” Namjoon growled in your ear, his tongue poking out and licking the shell of your ear. You shivered to his touches his hand squeezing your ass harder. The pain was slowly melting into pleasure as you groaned against him. Your body wanted him more than you thought and it was getting harder and harder to give into temptation. 

It never occurred to you that Namjoon wasn’t as innocent as he claimed himself to be. Just his movements, his teasing, and everything about him. You could feel his muscles under his shirt as you wanted to explore them more. God whatever the hell Namjoon was planning it was definitely starting to get you interested. 

Kim Seokjin 

Whatever Jin was doing to you it was clearly working. You knew it was working because he had your body pressed against yours with your back arched. Your breasts were pressing against his chest and your mind was fuzzy. Jin was a tempter and you were falling deeper into his spell. He also knew that he had this spell cast on you because of your reactions. 

He was moving his body back and forth with the beat, the song filling your ears however he was playing a different song with his hands. He was moving them lower, lower and lower until he reached your ass. His palms moving in a soft circle on your ass which caused a throbbing sensation in your core. 

“Jin...” You whispered to which he couldn’t hear you but knew you were calling for him. Jin flashed you a bright smile as he turned your body around to press your back against his chest. You could feel his friend pressing against you which caused you shiver against his body. Jin let out a breathy laugh as he moved his face in and whispered into your ear, something you couldn’t quite figure out. 

Jin’s hands moved from your waist up slowly. Making sure he could feel the fabric and make you squirm even more. When he got to your breasts you let out a shaky breath which caused him to laugh a little. What the fuck was he doing to you? 

Min Yoongi

Yoongi was the puppet in your strings in the beginning, but that soon changed quickly. You didn’t know how it happened but you weren’t denying it at all. Instead you were welcoming it because he was making you feel things you never thought you could feel with him. 

He knew how to make your body react the way he wanted because he would always give a cocky grin. The way your body twisted and turn, then instantly was brought back into his arms drove you mad. Whatever the hell Yoongi was doing to you it was working more than you would like to admit. 

His hand moved up from your stomach, causing it to flip against his fingers. You tilted your head a little to the side as his fingers made their way up your torso. Causing them to brush against your breasts and up your collar to your neck. You brought a hand up to touch his cheek gently, the tension between the two of you growing. 

“What is it you want?” Yoongi whispers biting the top of your ear as you pulled away from him to turn around. You wanted him of course and it showed on your face. Yoongi could see it and he smiled a little bit. His arm snaked around your waist, his hand just above your ass. He pressed you against him and continued his movements, which caused you to let out a shaky breath. You wanted him, all of him. 

Jung Hoseok 

Hoseok’s body rolled against yours as the music changed. It was like he was trying to make you feel like it was just you and him on the dance floor. Which was working because all you wanted was Hoseok. The way he danced, brushed himself against you, even pulled you in was driving you nuts. 

You couldn’t help but think what else he could do to you. Sucking at your skin, any movement that would cause you to scream, but you knew that maybe he just wanted to dance with you. Maybe his feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. But how he moved his body against yours made your heart skip in your chest. 

Even made your core throb in anticipation. You took a deep breath in and then out as Hoseok pushed your body back into his. Your back arched up so your head was looking up at him. Your hands came to touch the nape of his neck while his palms were rubbing against your waist. He flashed you a grin then moved himself in to bite your neck. 

You let out a sharp breath, your eyes rolling back slightly. Whatever Hoseok was doing to you it was working. Hoseok hummed just a little against your skin, causing you shake while he squeezed your waist. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else,” he whispered pulling you close to his body as you groaned. He was right, maybe you should move to another room with him. 

Park Jimin 

Jimin Jimin moved his body to the beat which caused you to move with him as well. You smiled just a little knowing that Jimin was playing your seductive game. The teasing was driving both of you insane, however it just meant that your time alone would be a whole lot hotter. 

Jimin's hips rolled against your back, his friend rubbing against your ass as you shivered. You could feel how hard he was and it caused goosebumps to start trailing up your arm. Especially when you felt his hand move up your arms, your head moving back against him. 

He kisses the nape of your neck, even sinking his teeth into your skin. You let out a muffled groan due to his palm  coming up and pressing against your lips. Jimin rubbed his thumb gently across your lip then carressing your cheek afterwards. 

As he teases you, your core throbs for him as your body moves with his movements. You couldn't believe it as now you were his puppet complying with his wishes. You didn't even notice Jimin's hand slowly moving down your body causing you to shiver. You wanted him...no you needed him. 

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung did get back you on the dance floor. He watched your body move under the light and tried to fight his temptation. That didn't work because you moved closer to him. Your back brushing against his chest as you lowered yourself, your fingers brushing against his cheek. Taehyung turned his head a little which caused his lips to rub against the pads of your fingers.

Everything about this was turning Taehyung on and he wanted your body more. You felt his hand sight gently on your waist and he pulled you back against him. Your body rocking with his as he moved closer. He kisses your cheek, which caused your head to tilt just a little. He kisses right under your ear causing you to shiver.

You closed your eyes as the sensation was taking over. It never occurred to you that Tehyung could be so convincing and so stubborn when it came to what he wanted. Your core started to throb harder as his hand began to trail down your front. The anticipation was starting to drive you insane.

Taehyung rolled his hips with the music, pressing his friend into your ass as you groaned slightly. The thought of him kissing you in places you never dreamed of started to circulate. You took a deep breath in and exhaling afterwards. Whatever the hell was happening to you, it was clearly working.

Jeon Jungkook

You were bold with your movements and Jugnkook knew it. You had him growling more often and he never realized you had that affect on him. You twirled out of his arms, moving your hips side to side that caught his attention. His eyes watched you as his thoughts starting to darken.

He wanted to run his fingers against your skin more, feeling you squirm under him. His friend started to throb in its confines and he needed it to be released. He moved himself closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you roughly against him. You gasped to the movement but it didn't stop you.

Instead, you tilted your head just to the side as a smug smile spread. That small expression drove Jungkook into a small rage as he leaned in and kissed you. His hand pressed against your waist, arching you up into him. His palms moved the fabric over your ass roughly so he could press you harder against his erection.

You gasped into his mouth then turned your head away. Jungkook began to attack your skin ruthlessly afterwards. You had never seen him like this and you were enjoying it...more than you would openly admit. It was like both of you were about to have sex on the floor, or were you already? Just by his rough movements it seemed like it. You wanted to get him alone...now.

[smhtaehyung]

when all daisies disappear🌼|| chapter 16

• masterlist

• Pairing: taehyung x OC (mental hospital au)

• Genre: angst, fluff, smut, romance

• Word count: 4.7k

• Warning: swearing, will contain themes such as suicidal thoughts,depression and mentions of physical violence. Some of the backstory for Taehyung’s character is taken from the BTS concepts during the hyyh era. If you feel uncomfortable with the topic of mental illness, I advise you not to read further.

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chapter 16 ➸ 12🌼

It was day 2 after our passionately driven and heated night. Today, Tehyung pleaded me to go tonight. I agreed, feeling quite scared and unprepared. The truth was, no confidence could ever prepare me to leave this hospital. I was scared, lost, confused, but saw future in Taehyung's persuasions. Taehyung also barely slept those previous two nights, cuddling me up as he thought about our plan all those hours. No daisies were added to his side of the room, that I so oftenly spent time at and he surely forgot about all the pain as he cuddled me up to his chest. I've been looking at Jiyu for the entire day, hating the fact she doesn't know what's about to happen. Even looking at Minjee's smiles brings out a pained sting inside of my chest.

But the plan was definitely thought through, as much as it could be. First, and most important step was to not take any medication today. Taehyung wasn't supervised when he was taking the pills, so he easily hid them under his tongue. Jiyu's eyes kept staring me as I would take my medication, so Taehyung distracted her by his charming personality. She looked at him directly and that helped me spit out the pills onto my palm and put them inside my pocket. When her attention was turned to me, I opened my mouth as she looked inside of it, making me swirl my tongue so that she could make sure. I felt really bad as soon as I walked away with a relieved Taehyung next to me. Second step was to wait for the nurses to do their last check of rooms before going home. Till they do that, we would slowly start to pack, taking things that were only completely necessary for us to bring along. The third step would include waiting for the night guard to completely fall asleep, a maximum of an hour at the beginning of his shift. And the last, fourth step, was to kiss Taehyung and hope our plan would work out as we would quietly sneak out of the hospital.

"Mouse? You all packed up?" I questioned him as I observed his focused face on the objects and clothing next to him. I glanced at the clock, showing 11:51 PM. "Yeah, I'm trying to take things with me that are most important." He spoke, his focus on a light brown gym bag in front of him. "White shirts and pants?" I questioned. "Check." He quickly spoke, putting them inside the gym bag. "Underwear?" I curiously questioned. "Check." He giggled and put a few pairs inside. "Your sanitizing stuff?" I spoke, making him immediately nod. "Of course." He spoke and waited for me to continue. "Some money?" I asked. "Check." He spoke distantly, checking the money inside his pockets. "Food?" I questioned. "Some of it. You got some too inside you bag, right?" He spoke as he pointed to my black gym back. "Yeah." I immediately nodded. He stood quiet again, waiting for my question. I looked down and softly smiled. "Daisies?" I whispered, making his lips curl into a smile. "Only 12 of them. The ones you added a few days ago. They're the freshest ones. And the ones in your envelopes, but I think they're all withered by now." He quietly spoke, sounding a bit discouraged. I walked over to him and softly placed my hand on his cheek. I pecked his upper lip. "It's okay, Mouse. We'll pick out some daisies if we find a field when we're out." I smiled and detached my fingers from his soft cheek, barely being able to move my hand away.

He nodded and sent a smile my way. “Did you bring your letters?” He asked me, deeply staring into m eyes. “Yeah. To make more space, I had to move them out of the boxes and tie them up with ribbons. Thankfully, I managed to fit it all inside with my clothes and other stuff.” I explained and earned an acknowledgement nod from Taehyung. “You have some money too?” He questioned as I focused on zipping my bag up. “Yeah.” I slightly hesitated and answered, not wanting to tell him how I got more money. “You didn’t steal it, right?” He questioned, slight timidness showing in his voice. I slightly gulped and pretended I had to check something in my bag. “No.” I lied, trying to seem confident. “You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” He spoke in such a soft tone, it made my chest clench in pain over my lies. I shut my eyes tightly for a second, feeling pain and guilt slowly wash over me. “I wouldn’t.” I spoke and gathered some weak boldness as I faked a smile as soon as I spoke. “Okay.” He spoke in a unreadable tone, making me feel slightly scared and nervous. I tried to switch the topic fast. “Are we going to leave like-now?” I asked, making him slightly raise his eyebrows. “You can’t go outside wearing that t-shirt only. You’ll get cold. Take my sweater you so fondly took hold of.” He teased me, making my face slightly heat up. “Don’t be like that!” I exclaimed in slight embarrassment. I pulled out his sweater from my bag and put it onto myself, immediately feeling warmth come to me. Taehyung pulled me closer to him by holding my hips, his palm clenching for only a brief second. “Do you remember that?” He asked with a smirk, his eyes smiling at me too. I nodded and felt him kiss my cheek, making me giggle at his sudden action. “I mean, we had some nice moments in here.” He whispered as I held him by his neck. “Yeah. Definitely.” I spoke, both of us reminiscing about our days and nights in this place. “What’s your favourite moment?” I asked, focused on his perky ears that slightly twitched upon hearing my gentle voice. “Well, we’re standing on it.” He explained in a not understandable way, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “We kissed the first time, right on this spot - only crunched down on the floor.” He spoke and looked down, giggling to himself. 

“And look at us now.” I slightly teased, making him show his signature boxy smile. I observed his lips for a few seconds before a wondering thought invaded my brain. “Would you consider yourself cured from your phobia?” I questioned him, stroking his cheek with my thumb. He looked up and started thinking about it. He hummed in a wondering tone, before moving his eyes down to mine and opening his mouth to speak. “I’m almost completely immune when I’m touching you, but if it were somebody else I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.” He spoke truthfully as I kissed the top of his nose. “You’re doing well, Mouse.” I praised him, making him feel all shy and flustered. “But, when you think about it-” He randomly spoke, making me snap my attention completely to his words. “We were supposed to have our touch therapy tomorrow, but isn’t that a bit ironic now?” Taehyung giggled in a dirty way, his hand sneaking down to gently grope my ass. I cover my face with my hands. “You little-” i tried to insult him but he cut off my words with a kiss planted onto my lips. “Let’s go.” He softly spoke, letting go of me. A sudden nervousness washed over me as he picked his bag up so carelessly. He already stood by the door, waiting for me. “You okay?” He asked in a worried tone once he saw my facial expression. “Uh? Y-yeah.” I mumbled and zipped my bag up completely, carrying it on my shoulder. I adjusted my backpack so it wouldn’t be a bother to my back too much. I walked over to the door and grabbed the doorknob. “Don’t be scared. You have me.” He spoke in a bright tone, making me feel somewhat at ease. I nodded a forced a comforting smile out. I quietly opened the door, peaking my head out. The guard was sound asleep, his back even turned to us. I took one last look inside the room on my bed where my letter to Jiyu was at. More of a note actually. A note that somehow tried to express tremendous gratitude and an apology, that just wasn’t enough and it never would be enough for running away like this.

“He’s deep asleep. Let’s go.“ I whispered and turned off the lights of the room. I opened the door fully, so Taehyung wouldn’t need to touch it. He entered the hallway as I quietly closed the door. Thankfully, the alarm of the ward was turned off, like many times, making all of us confused when realising such a thoughtlessness of it. Mouse walked in front of me, grabbing my hand as he guided us close to the wall. We slightly squatted and walked like that, making sure no light would hit us where we would appear visible in this dark hallway. We walked to the reception desk where his feet rested up on the counter, showing off his black polished shoes that desperately tried to look not worn off like they already were. Taehyung made eye contact with me immediately as he noticed the guard sightly shifting in his sleep. His eyes widened and the grip on my hand got stronger, both of our hearts stopping for a brief second in complete panic. We waited for a few more seconds until it was safe and quietly sneaked our way around the reception desk. “Let’s go.“ I sighed out and motioned for him to move. We slowly started to straighten our backs as we walked, getting to the end of the hallway. We walked to the ward exit, the light from the main hallway outside being our only source of light. We stood by the door, glancing at each other. I grabbed the heavy doorknob, getting ready to open it before both of us flinched upon hearing light steps walking to us. Mouse and I immediately caught eye contact with each other, busted written all over our faces.

"Guys?" We heard a familiarly soft voice speak. "Where are you going?" The same voice broke off  the heavy silence. I turned my head, nervousness washing all over me. “Minjee? What are you doing here, kiddo?” I softly whispered, hoping she wouldn’t make much noise. She was rubbing her tired out eyes trying to get a clear view of us. “Taehyung? What are you guys doing?” She softly spoke, making him nervously peek over to the reception if the guard woke up or not. “Minjee. Please whisper.” I whispered to her, getting closer. “We’re...uhm...we’re leaving.” I spoke, feeling my heart drop at the loss of words and explanations. Taehyung stared at the both of us, hating the fact she caught us like this because he knew it would break her heart in two.

"W-what? What do you mean?" She spoke, almost not whispering which made both Taehyung and I flinch in slight worry. "You guys can't leave." She spoke, her eyes starting to water. "Minjee, please. It's already hard for us to leave, don't make it harder." I spoke, furrowing my eyebrows in worry. "But why do you guys have to leave?" She spoke, her big doll eyes staring right through me. "We can't be here anymore, Minjee. The medication and everything, It's ruining us...it doesn't help at all. None of it." Taehyung tried to explain, looking at her with a look of hope that she would understand. "Why would you leave now, Jia? You've been here for so long-" She started speaking, making my chest feel heavy. "I can't deal with it anymore, Minjee. I want to go away with Taehyung." I spoke, stroking her hair. "But why?" She asked, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I love him. I can't let him go by himself." I explained and felt Taehyung stroke my hand. Minjee looked down and felt bad all of this was happening in front of her.

"Minjee-" Taehyung spoke, catching her attention. "Let us leave. Please. We are off to a new start. We'll be happy that way, and one day I'll make sure we visit you. Especially after you get out of here." He said in a bright tone, making Minjee nod in a slightly more relaxed way. "Promise?" She asked, her doll eyes appearing big even more. "I promise." He softly whispered, making her nod again. "Thank you kiddo. If they see you on the cameras after they realise we're gone, say you couldn't stop us or something, okay? Just don't get yourself too involved in it." I spoke and pulled her into my embrace, hugging her tightly. "I hope I'll see you soon." She spoke as she nuzzled her nose into my shoulder. "You too." I whispered and managed to move away, still staring at her. Taehyung leaned in and hugged Minjee, catching her off guard. He slightly stiffened and shut his eyes but managed to hold her like that for a few seconds. "Bye, Taehyung." She spoke in a sad tone, observing his taller figure. He pulled out a daisy from his pocket and offered it to her. "Here. You can compress it and tape it inside one of your journals. I'll make sure to give you a full bouquet once I see you again." He spoke and managed to curl his lips into a smile, a comforting smile appearing on her face too.

"See you, Minjee. Love you kiddo." I spoke as I quietly opened the door of the ward, letting Taehyung exit first. She started walking backwards as she waved at us, a slightly hurt and a discouraging look on her face. I turned around and walked to Taehyung, who hid behind the wall. I closed the heavy door after us and still observed Minjee's short figure through the blurry glass. At that moment, I couldn't decide if the glass seemed blurry because of its unique material, or if my tears made everything seem blurry and not visible.

Both of us decided to hold back our emotions until we got out, so we observed if the reception of the main hallway was clear. We sneaked by the reception desk, noticing that no guards were there. The only safe way out was the staircase. We knew we couldn't leave on the main exit because of the guards there, that unlike our ward's, were very awake and professional. Taehyung wanted to instantly go for the staircase, but I quickly pulled him back. “Wait.” I panically whispered. “We need the key of the back exit. It must be somewhere here behind the reception desk” I quickly whispered, making Taehyung immediately focus on my lips and quiet words. Before he could offer to find them, I spoke up. ”Let me find them.“ I whispered and slowly straightened my back. “Wait by the staircase doors. There, in that shadow.” I spoke and pointed to the shadow that would make him appear less visible than standing in the bright light, just in case someone sees us. He nodded and quickly walked over there, nervously observing my actions. I began looking around for the keys, checking every drawer as quietly as I could. 

I heard some steps in the far distance of the long hallway, making me search faster. The steps stopped, making me less panicked. I took a final look through the guards jacket, and stuck my hands in the pockets of it. I finally heard the rattling sound of the keys, feeling the hard metal in my hands. I smiled in relief and held the keys tightly in my hand. I immediately recognized the shape of those keys, the entrance doors always having weirdly shaped and quite heavy keys. Taehyung sighed in relief as he stared at me. “C’mon, let’s go.” He whispered, his deep toned voice slightly breaking through. I accidentally glanced to the computer screen to my right, making me immediately freeze. I took a closer look, stepping towards it to make sure it was what I in fact saw. Taehyung observed me in confusion, light nervousness washing over him as we both started hearing those steps from the end of the hallway, this time not stopping, and this time becoming louder and louder. My eyes weren’t tricking me. It really was what I saw. I was a list. A list of names of visitations today. Under our ward’s column it was my mother’s name. Today. She wanted to visit me today. Immediate pain washed over me. My own mother wanted to see me today but thought I was still in my stubborn faze of hatred towards her and the others. My own mother wanted to visit me today, but all she probably got were a few words from Jiyu, telling her I was doing okay. Or maybe Jiyu told her I wasn’t doing so okay. Maybe Jiyu even mentioned I had fallen in love. Or told my mother I resolved things with the little earmuff girl I held a grudge against. Did she tell her I’ve been smiling a lot more? Did she tell her a lovely boy surprised me with her own letters, wanting to make sure I read them all? 

“Jia. We need to go.” Taehyung whispered, begging me with his own voice. “Wait. I need t-to see.” I stuttered in a whisper, clicking on her name to check the history of visitations. I ignored the steps that seem to become louder, focusing on all the dates my mother wanted to visit. There were hundreds and hundreds of documented visitations that I never got. As my eyes painfully observed the bright screen that brought nothing but pain. I knew for a fact one thing. I needed to visit my mother. As soon as we get out. I need to see her. As we get out. Getting out. Are we really getting out? “Jia, what the fuck are you doing? Let’s go.” Taehyung’s agitated and scared tone broke of my loud thoughts, making me move in sudden nervousness. He grabbed my hand as I tightly held onto him, both of us running to the door of the stairway. I opened the metal green door and let Taehyung enter first. I gently closed the door after us and without a though started going down the staircase to the back exit. I felt myself become dizzy, all these thoughts controlling my body and that fragile sanity spot of my mind. I held my tears away, trying to not focus at him, as I knew it would only make me cry. “Ji, wait. Are you okay? What stopped you up there?” He softly spoke, trying to make sure if I was feeling bad or not. “Let’s just get out of here. Quickly.” I spoke as I ignored his figure that followed me to my side. He desperately tried to look to my face that I managed to hide so successfully. Taehyung started to worry a lot, seeing me act up all scared and upset. With quiet steps, we managed to silently pass another floor down.  I reached the ground floor first and stood in front of the back exit door. I fiddled with the keys for a few seconds, but managed to unlock the door. I stepped outside and felt emotion wash over me like it would before of a bad episode. The sudden feeling of freedom did not feel as freeing as I would have expected it to be. It all felt rather scary and unknown, something that violently broke through the bubble of the things I knew. That air felt different from the one on the roof. When we were on the roof, we knew that we could get back to our warm room and let the kisses warm each other’s stomach up. This felt too real, and I felt like that scared 12 year old that desperately wanted to seek safety that a world couldn’t offer. 

The sound of the doors closing behind me, made me turn towards him. My eyes couldn’t hold my tears back anymore, making them roll of my cheeks so easily. “Ji-” Taehyung spoke, immediately wrapping me in for a hug. He held me tightly, making it not readable if he was stiffening under my touch or if he genuinely wanted to hold me tightly. “What did you see, baby? What’s wrong?” His soft voice spoke to me as he gently stroked my hair. Through the sobs, I managed to let a few words out, feeling so vulnerable and weak in front of him. “My mother visited me. She’s been visiting me through all these years, b-but I’m such a selfish asshole, too self-centred to think about her or anyone.” I cried into his chest, immediately telling him everything that was on my mind. “You’re not like that Ji. At least not anymore.” He softly spoke back. “It’s going to be okay. It all surprised you a bit, now it’s okay. We can visit her if you want once we find somewhere to stay.” He whispered, his palms not being able to detach from my soft hair. “R-really?” I spoke, looking into his eyes. He wiped the tear the was sliding down my cheek, making sure it wouldn’t roll down to my neck. “Of course.” He spoke as he slowly blinked, still having me close to him. I looked down and after a few long seconds broke the silence off by speaking. “How can you even handle my outbursts like these so well?” I asked, not wanting to look into his eyes. “I’m handling them well? I had no idea.” He spoke in a bright manner, wanting to make me smile. I slightly managed to smile, looking down to his pretty hands. “Some of them are not really understandable, but ones like these - I get them. It’s hard to run away from a place you grew to know as home. All because of a stupid daisy boy.” He spoke, making me giggle at his foolish insult to himself. 

“See, at least me insulting myself will always make you laugh.“ He giggled, making me move away and softly smile. “You can call me Rat again if that makes you feel better.“ He spoke and I widened my eyebrows with a smile as I began walking out of the alley with Taehyung hurriedly following my steps. “I hated calling you Rat, even when it sounded endearing.“ I confessed, adjusting the bag so it wouldn’t feel too heavy on my shoulder. “What? I loved when you called me Rat! It was so ironic it became adorable.“ He enthusiastically said, the light from the street softly reflecting onto his face once we reached the exit of the dark alley. Calling it adorable made my cheeks slightly blush like a little child’s, my thoughts turning from bad ones to good ones in just a matter of seconds. I started feeling positive energy pass from Taehyung onto me, making me believe this really wasn’t a bad idea after all. Maybe life with Taehyung was all I ever needed. A boy like that, away from thoughts and that hospital that would only keep killing him. As foolish and dangerous as this was, I found safety in Taehyung’s words, even if his jokes tried to make him more brave too. I took my hand in his and as soon as I felt my fingers wrap around his, I felt safe.

“But you definitely prefer me calling you Mouse.“ I spoke, making him smile upon feeling my small hand barely wrap around half of his palm. “Of course I do. I told you to call me Mouse when you were pretending to hate me and all that act.“ He spoke, playfully rolling his eyes. “Why that tone?! You genuinely frustrated me.“ I loudly whispered, looking around the open streets once we started walking on them. “I only frustrated you because you were falling for my charms.” He confidently said, no joking tone to be found in his voice whatsoever. “Oh, shut up.” I annoyingly spoke, making him giggle at my facial expression. After a few seconds of walking and a few seconds of my fingers brushing against his, I broke off the silence by speaking. “Thanks for making me laugh, Mouse. It makes me feel so much better.” I spoke and shyly looked down to my feet. “Of course.” He spoke in a reassuring tone and kissed my cheek as we continued to walk. I broke the silence off, this time in a comedic manner. “Now can you tell me where the fuck are we going?” I spoke, immediately hearing him chuckling because of my direct tone. He softly sighed and opened his mouth to speak, trying to find the right words. “To a place that used to be my home. Maybe we’ll find someone there too.“ He spoke, his fingers holding tightly onto mine. “Where you and your friends used to live?” I timidly asked. “Yeah.” He spoke in a slight nervous manner. “I know that one of them is there definitely. Our oldest hyung.” He spoke and looked down to his feet. “Had a bad last encounter with him?” I asked, aware of the situation. He nodded and softly sighed. I stopped him for a second, turning his body towards me. 

I slightly tiptoed and pressed my lips onto his to comfort him. He responded with a kiss back as his tongue playfully licked my bottom lip. I smiled and pulled away, taking a hold of his hand again. We continued walking next to each other. Taehyung immediately spoke after taking a first step. “I knew you were going to kiss me.” He softly spoke, giggling to himself. I glanced at him and smiled. “Well you don’t have to be a prophet to foresee such a thing.” I said and sent him a convincing look. “Touché.” He honestly spoke, shrugging the situation off.

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We walked for a long time, through many dark and bright streets that each carried some style and types of people walking on them. When I used to walk on the streets as I kid, I was never allowed to walk on them past 10 PM. It was always too dangerous, and my mother wanted to protect me as much as she could. And because I was a quite paranoid child, I wouldn’t even walk on them past 9. Being here with Taehyung on these streets, after midnight, made me enter a completely new side of the city. I forgot how the streets looked, how the convenience stores looked, even the parks, that at this hour seemed so scary and unsafe. But to not remember the streets of a city you live in was already a scary thought.

“We’re here.“ He nervously spoke, walking out of the dark street that had a creative graffiti drawn onto it. He stared at some kind of a abandoned school complex, resembling a hideout for hobos. I timidly followed his steps, desperately hoping he was not serious. He softly stroked my hand, reassuring me it was okay. We entered through the old wooden door, some lights from the a distance helping us see. Someone really was there as Taehyung predicted. “Were you guys homeless?“ I asked, observing at confused Taehyung who looked to that same light. I immediately caught a reaction from him after he heard me speak. “We just had nowhere to go.“ He truthfully spoke, guiding my hand to walk with him. Suddenly, a sound of an old piano echoed through the room, making both of us shiver at the mellow sound of a beautiful melody. Taehyung’s eyes burst out emotion that I couldn’t really grasp upon. 

I walked with him, who nervously yet quickly walked towards the melody. He stood in silence once he reached close enough to a man that played the piano so wonderfully. Another voice from their improvised bathroom to the left came, making Taehyung’s eyes shot in that direction. “Hyung?“ Mouse nervously spoke, clearly not expecting to see this piano friend of his. The man stopped playing the piano as soon as he heard Taehyung’s voice. “What are you doing here?“ Taehyung asked, holding my hand tightly.

part 17