#who wants to figure out how to draw a random ass countertop

[fading4ngel]

me and the brain tumor having a mikoshi date.

[annab-nana]

Savior - Colby Brock

Y/n’s life is basically controlled by her abusive boyfriend, but one night at a party that she was forced to go to, Colby shows up and helps her out.

Requested by an amazing anon on Wattpad 🧡

Warnings: some curse words; mentions of abuse

Word Count: 3.2k+

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"Ashton, I don't really feel good. Please don't make me go to this party tonight," I pleaded with my boyfriend of almost two years. He has made me go to party after party after party and I don't want to go and be used as an object by him. I want just one night off. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't want to have a night off from my boyfriend, right? I should want to be around him all the time.

I don't even know when things started to get like this. I used to love being around Ash. He was everything I wanted and everything that I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with. I don't know where it got messed up, where I lost the man I loved. I fell in love with the sweet, caring Ash. The one who was a complete gentleman to every person he met, and when his beautiful green eyes lit up every time he saw me, my heart would melt right then and there. His once genuine, kind smile is now pretend and all for show.

I think it all started when Colby and I became friends. It's Ashton's fault really. He brought me to a party, and I met one of my best friends, Katrina Stuart. At a Halloween party last year, Ashton was invited and obviously, I went with him. This was before he forced me to go to these things with him and we just went for fun. He dressed up as a cowboy and I was his cowgirl, simple and cute. Ashton went off to talk to some of his friends and I wandered around until I found Kat. We hit it off great and then, she introduced to some of her other friends since I didn't really know anyone there. I met Jake, Aaron, Corey, Devyn, Sam, and Colby. I'd be lying if I said Colby wasn't cute because he is. Anyone could see that. But I had and still have eyes for Ash and only him.

Anyway, I met Colby and we got to talking. We had a lot in common and he was super funny. I loved being around him. His energy was just attractive, drawing me in. He was also very relatable and a great listener. We clicked so well. As we talked, he got a little closer and rested his hand on top of mine which was sitting on the countertop. Before I could say anything about it, some random guy came into the kitchen with a flame thrower and blasted it right in front of us. I couldn't help the squeal that escaped my lips when Colby's arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me away from the burning fire that was right before me. My hands went on top of his as they rested on my sides for second before he let me go. I turned around to thank him but caught a glimpse of Ashton and he didn't look happy. I talked to him, assuring him that nothing was happening and that he was saving my stupid ass from a fucking fire that some crazy guy was shooting around. Ashton seemed to understand at the time, but that was when everything changed. He started acting different and changed almost everything that I loved about him.

Colby and I became best friends anyway. Ashton became more and more controlling. It started with suggestions, then manipulations, and now he basically tells me what to do. I need to figure a way out, but I don’t know how.

“Y/n, you’re coming to the party. Now, go get dressed. We aren’t arguing about this.” He demanded. I didn’t have it in me to put up a fight, so I listened. I walked into our room and started getting ready. I did my hair, makeup, and then put on some clothes, even though it felt like I wasn’t wearing much. I put on the tight blue dress that had a cutout on the stomach that Ash got for me a few days ago. I hate wearing shit like this, but I really didn’t want to deal with the fight if I tried to cover up.

It wasn’t long before we both got into Ashton’s car and headed to the party. As he drove, I stared out the window watching the other cars drive by, wondering where they were going and were they going to have more fun than I was.

“So, whose party are we going to anyway?” I asked him as I placed my hand on top of his which was resting on my thigh.

“What’s it matter?” He shouted at me and ripped his hand from mine, gripping it firmly on the steering wheel. I let out a sigh, returning my gaze to out the window as tears pricked my eyes.

“I was just wondering,” I whispered softly. I heard him sigh as well and felt his hand come back to mine.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” He whispered before continuing. “I don’t know whose party it is. Jacob was invited by some girl who said he could invite a couple of friends, He invited us, Jess, and Dylan.” He told me as he rubbed on the back of my hand with his thumb. I nodded at him and kept my mouth shut for the rest of the trip in fear of starting another argument. Slowly but surely, we approached a place that looked slightly familiar. I didn’t question it and grabbed onto Ash’s hand as we walked up to it. When we walked in, we met up with Ashton’s friends. Jacob, Jessica, Dylan, and the blonde girl that invited all of us were in the corner by the front door.

“Hey, Ash!” Jessica drunkenly shouted. She was always the first to get drunk. She eyed me down and gave me a fake smile. I shot her one right back as we approached the group.

“Hey guys, this is Corinna,” Jacob said as he gestured to the girl in his arms. She waved at us and giggled. She has had a little bit to drink as well. This girl seemed familiar too, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. “Corinna, this is Ashton and y/n.” We both waved at her and Ashton started a conversation with the boys as we girls just waited patiently for them.

“Y/n, could you get me a beer?” Ashton leans down to whisper in my ear. I nod at him and leave the group to find the kitchen.

“Y/n?” I hear a familiar voice ask. I turn around and am met with blue eyes, pale skin, and blond hair.

“Hey, Sam!” I say, excited to find someone I know here. We hugged each other and got to talking.

“Hey, do you know where the kitchen is?” I ask him. I was wandering around aimlessly earlier, desperate to find it.

“Yeah, of course. Follow me.” He said as he grabbed my wrist to lead me through the group of people. It doesn’t take long before we make it to the kitchen. “What are you looking for?” Sam asked me as he opened the large fridge and browsed through the drinks.

“A beer, please,” I smiled at him and his kindness. He grabbed one beer and two white claws from the fridge. He handed me the beer and a white claw. I gave him a weird look but shrugged it off.

“So, do you know whose party this is?” I decided to ask him to make conversation.

“Who’s asking?” He questioned me with a suspicious look on his face.

“I was just wondering, and Ashton didn’t know when I asked him earlier,” I tell him as he smiles.

“I’m just messing with you. It’s David’s.” He told me before we were interrupted.

“Sam!” Ashton grinned as he came to give him that bro hug thing that guys do. They had met at parties before and talked some. Sam talked to the group as I handed Ash his beer.

“Thanks, babe,” He said softly as he sipped on the beverage. I should probably warn him that Colby might come since Sam is here, but maybe he won’t show. I don’t know. We’ll see if he does and this is a big party, so if he does come, the chances of him finding me are unlikely.

An hour or so passes and Ashton has drunk more and more. The more he drinks, the meaner he is.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I whisper to him.

“No, you can stay right here.” He growls back.

“Please, babe, I really have to go.” He rolls his eyes and lets out a huff of air.

“Fine, but hurry back,” He demands me. As I stand up to walk off, I feel him swat my ass. I send him a death glare and the group around him erupts in laughter. I shake my head and desperately search for the bathroom. Finally, I find one and open the door to see to a few couples making out.

“Sorry!” I shout as I close the door. Fuck, I really have to pee, and I can’t find a fucking bathroom.

“There you are!” I hear a chipper voice yell over the loud music.

“Here I am!” I repeat the words and turn to the guy I have dreaded seeing all night. If Ashton catches me with Colby, I am as good as dead. Colby greets me with a tight hug and lifts me off the ground a tad.

“Sam told me you were here, and I was waiting until I saw you.” He told me as he set me down.

“While I’ve got you here, can you show me where the bathroom is?” I ask, feeling a slight bit awkward. He chuckles at me and grabs my hand to lead the way. I look around everywhere, making sure Ashton was nowhere in sight.

“Here we are,” Colby replies as he gestures towards the door.

“Thanks,” I tell him as I place my hand on the doorknob, still searching around for Ashton.

“Hey, are you okay? What are you looking around for?” He asks me, placing a hand on my arm. That little act gave me so much comfort, but at the same time made me worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for showing me to the bathroom.” I spit out as I quickly open the door and slip in. I look at myself in the mirror and gaze at the girl staring back at me. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. This is who Ashton wants me to be, but I’m not. And I let him treat me like shit. I don’t do anything about it. I don’t know what to do. I sigh and do my business before washing my hands and leaving.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask Colby who was leaned up against the wall by the bathroom door.

“I need to talk to you.” He stated. I looked around again before replying.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to get back to Ashton before he starts to worry.” I lied. He doesn’t really care. He just wants someone to fetch his beer and to put his hands on.

“It won’t last long. Come here.” He stretched out his hand for me to take and reluctantly, I did. I followed him up some stairs and into a vacant room. We plop down on the empty bed in the room.

“Y/n, do you have anything you need to tell me?” He asks me, looking deep into my eyes. I sigh and shake my head.

“No, everything’s fine. Do you have something you want to talk about?” I turn the question around, hoping he’ll understand and leave me alone about it.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’m the one who should initiate the conversation.” He says as he leans back, appearing to be ready for some big talk.

“Well, what is it?” I ask him. He lets out a huff of air and begins to talk.

“Kat thinks there’s something wrong with you and Ashton and I can’t help but notice some weird things as well,” Colby confesses. He stares at me with his perfect blue eyes as if he’s trying to read something in mine.

“Colby, I trust you so I’m going to tell you this. I’m trying to figure a way out, but I don’t know how. I have nowhere else to go. He’s everything I have and if I don’t hurry back, I’m going to be in trouble.” I say as I glance at the door and stand up.

“You could always stay with me.” Colby states. I take a few steps closer to the door.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I tell him as I leave. I make my way back down to Ashton and the group. He grips my hip harshly, pulling me into him.

“What took you so long?” He asks, voice low and demeaning in my ear. I wince at the pain in my hip but ignore it to answer.

“I couldn’t find it,” I whisper back in his ear. He gives me a questioning look before turning his attention back to the group.

“Alright guys, y/n and I are gonna head out. We’ll catch y’all later.” He states as he grabs my hand and leads me out to the car. The car ride home is dead silent, and I feel like a little girl who is in trouble with her father, but she doesn’t know what she did wrong. Probably because she didn’t do anything wrong. We get to our place and he grabs my hand again, leading me into our house as if I don’t know where I’m going. Once we finally make it inside, I break.

“Will you tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” I ask him as I tear my hand from his. He turns around to face and he is fuming. I step back in pure fear.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n. You know I hate it. What took you so long in the bathroom?” I roll my eyes, probably fueling his anger but I don’t care.

“I already told you. I couldn’t find it. Someone noticed how confused I was and helped me out.” I raise my voice at him.

“Who?” He questioned.

“Some random girl. She had blonde hair and was wearing a red dress that was covering less than I am right now. You would have liked her. She’s just your type.” I didn’t care anymore. I just kept going and going.

“I saw Colby at the party. He wouldn’t have stopped you?” Ashton stepped slightly closer to me with each question.

“You know what? He did. We said hey to each other and talked for a little bit. Anything else you would like to know?” I put my hand on my hip as I stared up at him. We were face to face at this point. He gripped onto my wrists hard.

“You know I don’t want you talking to him.” He hissed at me as his grip tightened on me. He was livid.

“Ash, you’re hurting me.” I whimpered softly. He let go and pushed me into the door.

“If you want to talk to him so badly, why don’t you go to him? You obviously want to be with him more than me. But, when you realize that I am the only person who will ever love you, don’t come back.” He shouted as he walked to our room and slammed the door. I looked down at my reddened wrists. I knew there would be bruises on them tomorrow. Probably some on my hip and back too. I grabbed my phone and called an Uber to Colby’s apartment building. It wasn’t long before I was there. I walked up to his door and knocked, hoping he would answer. After a while, I never got a response, so I sat my angry little self down on the floor next to his door because he said I could always stay with him. As I sat there, my mind raced of all that occurred tonight, and I grew madder by the second.

I heard the elevator ding and the doors open. A few seconds later, the laughter of my best friends filled the fifth floor. I could hear Colby’s laugh over the other two and a small smile grew on my face. One by one, they came off the elevator. First, my blue-haired bestie, followed by her lover, and then his best friend.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Kat asked as she ran up to me. The reason I’m here came back to mind and I was filled with anger all over again.

“I came to talk to Colby, but since it looks like you two have had some drinks, I don’t think we will be able to hear each other over the noise of what y’all are going to be doing in there,” I said as I gestured towards Sam’s door. We chuckled lightly before Colby walked over to me, holding a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up. We said goodbye to Sam and Kat as we went inside his apartment.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Colby asked as he patted a spot next to him on the couch for me. I took it and turned to him before speaking.

“Do you remember saying that I could always stay with you if I wanted to get out?” He nodded his head as he gave me a sad look. He knew something happened after I left the party.

“Can I take you up on that offer?” I said as tears pricked my eyes and a hiccup escaped my throat. I was about to break down and he could tell. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. Right there, I cried for a good while before pulling away and looking at the tear stain I left on his shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” I laughed out, pointing to the mess I made. He looked down and laughed as well.

“Don’t worry about it,” He smiled and looked up at me. “It’s nice to see your pretty smile again.” A blush rose to my cheeks at the compliment.

“Stop, I know I look a mess right now so don’t even try to pretend that I look the slightest bit good,” I tell him as I push some hair behind my ear.

“No y/n. You are gorgeous. Even right now. I’ve always thought that about you, and I was so upset when I found out you had a boyfriend. Trust me, if you didn’t have him, I would never stop trying to make you mine.” He confesses. The smile on my face grows wider by the minute and I look down for a second before meeting his blue gaze again.

“What’s stopping you now?”

[bts-svt-mx]

Maid For You (Part 7) - Taehyung x Reader (M)

Author: bts-svt-mx

Taehyung x Reader

Rating: Fluff, angst

Tags: Enemies to Lovers AU, slight smut (future chapters), Idol! Taehyung, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok, mentions of other members, sexual tension, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of partying

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (M), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Word Count: 5,700

Description: Wanting to get out of your parents house and experience what the world had to offer is way more expensive than people tell you it will be. So when your glamorous “manager to the stars” cousin Hoseok hooks you up with a  job as the live-in maid for a hillside, massive mansion, you feel as though life might actually be looking up. That is until the mansion’s absentee high profile celebrity owner surprises you by moving back in leaving you to wonder if this mansion is big enough for you and his huge ego. 

Chapter 7:

You’re warm. Too warm actually. The sunlight streams into your room directly hitting your face forcing you out of your heavy slumber and bringing you straight back to reality.

Ugh.. What time is it?

Picking up your phone on your side table, you see a plethora of notifications littering your lock screen. One missed call and voicemail from Hoseok, two texts from Minjee, and some random tagged Facebook pictures of you. But it’s not the overwhelming amount of notifications that concern you. It’s the clock on your phone that reads 11:15 am.

Ah, shit. You slept in. But now, no matter how much you want to go back to sleep, you really need to get up.

Your bed is just so comfy though..  If you could, you would stay in bed all day long, but of course, you have a job to do every weekend morning. A gross, tedious job, but a job you were contractually obligated to do nonetheless. You throw the heavy duvet off of you and as soon as you sit up, an intense pain shoots through your head immediately causing you to recoil back and wince in pain.

Ok, ow, ow, ow. Why does my head hurt so much? What happened last night?

Then it hits you. Oh yeah that’s right, you spent last night partying into the wee hours of the morning at one of the weekly crazy parties held at the mansion. The same one you were late to cleaning up after since you usually get started on the weekend long clean up around 9:00 am the next morning.

Another throb pulses through your head. Damn you really needed some Advil right about now.

Honestly, how much did you have to drink last night? It honestly couldn’t have been that much, right? Actually wait, no. It definitely was a lot now that you think about it.

Thinking back, you had lost count after the 5th shot in a row with Hobi and on top of that you had drank by yourself earlier in the night too before he came and found you. So in total you had at least 7 or 8 shots, which was definitely enough to knock you off your ass.

Jeez, you really hadn’t partied like that since your college days. And now, at the ripe age of 23, you were practically an old woman! The constant pounding in your head would suffice as a good enough reminder to you as to why you intentionally gave up that partying lifestyle you once lived.

Massaging your hand between your thumb and forefinger to ease the pain (an old trick you learned from your mom), you walk over to your wing’s kitchen sink to take some Advil with a glass of cold water.

Maybe you shouldn’t have mixed 4 different kinds of alcohol last night… Best to stick to just vodka next time. And that next time will hopefully be a long time from today.

Seriously, even the thought of alcohol made you want to gag.

But wait, didn’t you sober up after Taehyung ran up to you screaming in the middle of the dance floor?

Then, like a punch to the gut, you remember another important detail of last night. Oh god. Taehyung.

You almost forgot about the whole ordeal that happened with him. Inwardly you cringe at the events of last night as you start to piece everything together.

To be completely honest, the party was a lot of fun up until Taehyung came barging in between you and Jungkook. And yeah, maybe you did some questionable things with Jungkook after meeting him literally that night, but who cares? He’s hot and charming and everyone there was drunk off of their asses too, including Hobi and all of his friends. So really, no one could judge you.

And if they even tried to, you took enough funny and embarrassing videos of Hoseok and the rest of his friends doing keg stands and body shots off of random girls that you could hold that over Hobi if he ever started to tease you about your dance floor hookup with Jungkook.

You let out a small laugh at the memories of last night at the party but then your mind wanders back to Taehyung and the way he opened up to you. He had shown so much of himself that you never knew he was even capable of sharing with anyone let alone you, but you’re glad that he did.

He was so drunk last night though... Did he remember anything that happened between you two? Especially that almost kiss that happened at the end of the night? And if he did, would he go back to his cold, defensive personality the next time you saw him? Or worse, the gross, horny version that tried to get you into that sexy maid costume?

A shiver runs down your spine at that thought. No thank you.

Speaking of Taehyung and parties, you had to get ready and start cleaning up the mess that you were sure was spread all over the mansion. Yay, can’t wait to clean up spilt drinks, plastic cups, and who knows what bodily fluids that usually littered more than just the living room floor.

After brushing your teeth, taking off your makeup under your eyes leftover from last night, and fixing your rat’s nest you call hair, you venture out of your wing to head to the cleaning supply room.

You’re almost out of the long hallway of your wing of the house before you hear a large crash! come distantly from the main living room.

What the hell was that? Panic begins to flow through your body as your walk turns into a light jog, trying to find the source of the noise.

You doubt there is anyone still here from the party. People the last few weekends that stayed the night have usually gone home once they’ve sobered up around 8:00 or 9:00 in the morning as you started to clean up. And with the security that was here last night, you’re sure they would have made sure no one was left in the house this late in the morning.

The pool boy, the maintenance guy, nor the gardener were scheduled to be here today though, so who could be making all of that noise?

Turning the final corner to the living area you see the large figure of a man’s back side bent over by the couch struggling with something on the floor. A hoodie covers him from your vision and prevents you from seeing his face but as you draw closer you hear him… cursing to himself?

Instinctively, you grab the closest heavy object you can find, which just so happens to be a tall, very heavy, blue marble vase on top of one of the hallway countertops.

Ooofff!  The weight of the vase instantly causes you to almost fall to the ground, almost breaking your cover but you save it just before it hits the ground. Wow, this thing is way heavier than it looks.

Slowly, you walk closer to the hooded man, vase in hand, out of sight from his vision as his back is still turned to you. Now about two feet away, you raise the vase higher in preparation to hit him. Suddenly, his large frame begins to straighten and his hood falls down to reveal that stupid unmistakable half pink/half yellow hair from underneath.

Before you can lower your arms with the vase, Taehyung turns around and jumps back in surprise at your position, eyes wider than you have ever seen them before.

“Ahh!” He screams, right hand moving to cling over his heart which sends the vacuum he was holding back down to the floor in another crash! very similar to the one you had heard just a few minutes ago.

It takes a second for his vision to adjust, but his wide eyes relax a little when he sees that it’s just you. “God dammit, Y/N! I just fixed the vacuum!” He breathes, trying to gain his bearings back.

In the midst of recovering himself, he takes in your position, clad in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, no makeup on, and still holding the heavy vase in your hands quite close to the previous position of his head.

Meanwhile, you take in his appearance as well. Yellow rubber gloves on, spray bottle in his left hand, vacuum now on the floor, and his bright hair pushed back in a Nike headband.

This whole situation was so odd to you. What was he even still doing here at the house? Usually he was nowhere to be found the day after his parties. You had figured he was either avoiding dealing with the mess or too hungover to make it out of his room.

“Taehyung?” You sputter in disbelief.  “What are you doing?”

As expected of him by now, his expression morphs into one of annoyance at your question like it always does when you have a conversation with him. Well, a sober conversation with him.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” His words come out with a bite. Obviously not too happy about being scared shitless just a minute ago. Taehyung places the spray bottle down on the glass side table next to him and his eyes snap to the gigantic blue blob you’re holding.

“Is that my vase?” Taehyung gestures to your hold on his expensive decoration. Which is still raised high above both of you.

Oh, right. Well that’s embarrassing.

“Uh.. Sorry, I heard a loud crash and thought someone broke in...” You confess earning a scoff of a laugh from Taehyung. “It was for self defense!” You swear as you lower the expensive vase from its position, looking for a place to put it down.

Settling on the floor next to you to keep it safe from harm, you turn back to the boy in front of you realizing why you were even out here in the first place. “But seriously, Taehyung. What are you doing out here?”

He lets out a sigh. As if he doesn’t need to answer your silly little questions. That they’re a waste of breath to even answer. But to your surprise he speaks up again.

“What does is look like I’m doing?” He waves the vacuum in front of your face. Your eyes almost go cross eyed from the movement and from the fact that you are still severely hungover. Everything starts spinning for a moment but you force your eyes to focus once again. “I’m cleaning.”

You can’t believe it. Taehyung? Cleaning?

A laugh bubbles up inside you. What kind of alternate universe did you wake up in?

Were you actually the mega huge pop star that parties 24/7 and was Taehyung now the maid of the mansion? You could really get used to this life if that was the case. Do whatever you wanted all the time. Buy anything you want. Millions of adoring fans around the world. Cute guys on your arm all of the time. What a life that would be.

But sadly, no. This was not a Freaky Friday like situation. Unfortunately, you were still the maid and Taehyung was definitely still the millionaire. There was no denying that. I mean jeez, even his sweats were Gucci.

At your laughter, Taehyung dismisses you and leans back down on his knees next to the contraption. His hands work on the appliance, trying to fix the vacuum, grumbling to himself about how “if you weren’t going to help then you should just leave him be” and something else you couldn’t really catch.

“Taehyung, do you even know how to work this thing?” You gesture to the vacuum, momentarily making him shift his gaze to you. Before he makes a face at you and goes back to trying to attach the carpet extension to the bottom.

“Of course I know how to work a vacuum, Y/N. I’m not a dumbass.” He snaps. Jaw hardening at the effort he’s putting into the vacuum.

His tone wipes what’s left of the amusement you had off of your face as you put your hands up in defense, moving away from him slightly. Was it stupid that you felt a little bit let down at the fact that he was still being short with you after last night’s talk with him? It might have been selfish, or maybe even naïve of you, but you had really hoped something would have changed in the way he talked to you once he had sobered up today.

 But if emotional and vulnerable Taehyung was only a one time thing and he was going to revert back to his old ways, it was best to give him some space like you used to do when he was like this.

Taehyung takes notice to your reaction of his rudeness and to your surprise, lets out a long sigh as he stops his work on the vacuum. Turning to you, he gives you his full attention as he sputters an apology. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Taehyung concedes, scratching the back of his head and looking away. He frustratingly tries and fails to click the attachment into place once again.

“It’s just, this vacuum has been giving me trouble all morning,” The annoyance that he had directed towards you, now all focused on the vacuum in his hands. “The attachment won’t stay in place and the hose keeps disconnecting from the bag too. I don’t know why it keeps doing this,”

You glance at the large contraption and immediately know what’s wrong. Well of course it’s been giving him trouble, that’s the wonky vacuum. The cleaning supply closet housed two different ones and you much prefer the other one that can actually hold up for more than 10 minutes without breaking. You had been meaning to throw out that vacuum actually, but just hadn’t gotten the chance yet.

But you won’t tell Taehyung that he grabbed the wrong one, not when he actually admitted he can’t do something by himself. And not when he looks so adorable as he tries to fix this one.

Wait- Adorable? Did that thought just cross your mind?

No, no. Not adorable. You definitely definitely meant silly, right? Yeah, that’s it. Taehyung was not adorable. No way.

But he did seem to be struggling with the vacuum currently and as the maid and expert in this situation, you might as well put him out of his misery and help him with it.

Dropping on to your knees next to him, you get to work on fixing the placement of the attachment.

After a moment of silence and contemplating the best way to word it, you finally ask him. “Taehyung what are you doing here?”

Lost in his own little world of concentration, he doesn’t register your question fully at first. “Y/N, we literally just went over this,” He speaks softly, his eyebrows furrowed together and his tongue kind of sticking out.

With his hair pushed back you could actually see his whole face clearly. Usually his objectively handsome features were slightly covered with his hair framing his face, but now, without anything to obstruct the view, his face appeared boyish. Youthful even. Resembling the young boy you used to love when he debuted his first album 5 years ago.

You had stopped your work on the vacuum while studying his features and he didn’t even seem to notice. “Yes Taehyung, I see that. But I meant what are you doing here? Like why are you physically at this location? You’ve never helped me clean up a party before...” You explain. Come to think of it- “Actually you’ve never helped me clean up anything before.”

At your words, Taehyung stops his own work on the vacuum and turns his attention to you again.

“That’s not true,” He denies folding his arms in front of him, the slightest trace of a smile on his lips.

You mimic his movement, folding your arms across your chest too. You don’t even have to say anything in reply since your face says it all. That’s he’s full of shit.

Suddenly, his hands move up in defense. “Ok so I guess I haven’t, but does that mean I can’t help you now?” Taehyung finally looks you in your eyes, and dammit, even though you could swear you’re over your youthful crush on him, every time his chocolate eyes stare into yours, you can’t help but get a little flustered.

“Of course not, I mean- Of course you can.” You start, words stumbling over each other. Dammit, this always happens to you.

His long legs begin to move under him to help himself stand up. “Because if you really want to do this all by yourself then I totally understand. I have other things to do. So I’ll just leave you to it-”

Wait no, he can’t leave. You need an extra set of hands to help clean all of this shit up. The past couple of weekends it has taken you literally all day and even part of the next day after that to clean up the party. You could save so much time if someone else were to help you out.

“No!” You exclaim, instinctively reaching out to grasp his arm in your hand, preventing him from fully standing up. And effectively almost making you fall on your face if it wasn’t for his solid form steadying you above the ground.

Your knees were still in contact with the carpet but he was basically holding your upper body up with just his arm. If he were to move you would legitimately fall on your face.

The fabric of his sweatshirt bunched under your tight grip but you could still feel his muscles flex underneath and coincidentally, your face just happened to be parallel to his crotch area.

Oh, you could feel the blush creep its way up on your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat in your face and try to flash your most innocent, convincing smile up at him. “I mean, I can really use all of the help I can get.”

You could be imagining it, but you think you see amusement flash in his eyes as the popstar looks to your compromising position in front of him and the predicament you seem to be in with most of your weight on his forearm.

Ugh, this boy. Always making you flustered in some way shape or form. Can’t you make it through one interaction with him just acting like a normal human being?

Like a kid who convinced their mom to stop at McDonalds even though they definitely had plenty of food at home, Taehyung’s smug little smirk stretches across his stupid little face. “Well if you insist,”  Taehyung moves back to his original spot on the floor, breaking your grip on his arm and sending you face first onto the carpet. “Now if you’ll help me figure this vacuum situation out, I can get back to helping you clean up,”

Um ok, OW. If your hangover headache hadn’t already been pulsing through your head, you’re sure you would have had one now. Groaning to yourself, you turn back to the laughing Taehyung, snatch the vacuum from him, pop the attachment in its place quickly and secure the hose.

Taehyung’s smirk is quickly wiped from his face from how easily you had fixed the vacuum that he had been struggling with all morning. He opens his mouth as if to say something but you cut him off.

“Alright, let’s get to work,” You say and the roar of the vacuum fills the room.

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“When I volunteered myself to help clean up the party I didn’t realize that meant that I had to clean the whole house!” Taehyung groans, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead and taking a long gulp of water on the stool he was sitting on at the kitchen island.

“As I recall, it was technically your party. So now you have to deal with the repercussions like a big boy,,” Humor laced in your words. You can’t help but smile at the child-like whine Taehyung lets out in reply.

What a sight to see. Taehyung. Actually wiped out from cleaning of all things.

After about 3 hours of cleaning the main living room (the messiest of the rooms), the balcony, the halls, the foyer, and the kitchen, you had just broken the news to Taehyung that you still had to check the extra rooms of the mansion to see if any wondering party goers had managed to weasel their way in. Whether it be to hook up or have their own private party in the midst of the craziness that had ensued upstairs, you still had to make sure you didn’t miss any extra clean up among the many, many rooms of the mansion.

At your words Taehyung requests another couple of minutes of rest and a snack to gain back his energy, which you gladly give him as you had begun to feel your stomach actually crying out to you for food as well. Turning to the pantry to grab a cereal box, you began to think back at the events of this morning.

Throughout the hours of clean up, Taehyung had been… Well he’d actually been kind of pleasant. Of course he still had some snarky comments to make here and there but for the most part, he was actually very helpful and nice to you. He even cracked a couple of jokes about random leftover “party favors” from the guests and there wasn’t even a hint of the old snarky douchebag he once was when you first met him.

Your conversations felt natural. It felt like you two could actually be friends.

After a loud gulp and a satisfactory Ahhh! from Taehyung, the chair he was sitting on scrapes back on the marble floor as he stands. “Alright Boss, where to next?”

His choice of nickname amuses you. Boss? Hm, you could get used to that.

You stuff your mouth with one last handful of Cheerios and take a sip of water before turning back into the pantry to put the cereal box back. “Well I was thinking that we could actually split up to make the search go faster. You could take the movie room, spare garage, closets, and game room and I’ll take the sauna, pool room, recording studio, and the rest of the random rooms. Sound good?” You yell from the pantry.

There’s no reply to your suggestion which makes you stick your head back into the main kitchen to see where Taehyung went. You’re surprised to find him standing there with a concerned look on his handsome face. Brows knitted together in uncertainty like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“Uh, Taehyung?” You wave your hand out in front of you to get his attention. Taehyung is never at a loss for words. Something’s off.

He looks up at your movement before his eyes advert to the ground from your questioning gaze. “Actually… Can we, uh, look through the rooms together?” He questions, voice a little shaky.

“Why would we do that when we can cover more ground if we split up and report back to each other?” You inquire back to him, not really knowing how he’s going to answer you back.

Why would he need you to be with him just to check some rooms to see if anyone made a mess? Could it be he wants to spend more time with you? That’s unlikely since you already just spent 3 hours together cleaning.

The mansion is quite big, maybe he’s scared or something? That thought makes you laugh a little to yourself. Wouldn’t that be cute if he was scared. “Are you afraid of going alone or something? I wouldn’t blame you, the downstairs hallways can get pretty frightening,” You tease, moving to the side of the counter opposite of Taehyung.

Taehyung’s hand goes to scratch the back of his head like he’s embarrassed or something. Obviously something is bothering him. Come on kid, just spit it out already. “No, it’s just…” He pauses, looking like he’s debating on admitting whatever is bothering him to you. After a moment he finally speaks again. “I... Don’t really know where those rooms are,” He admits, eyes still trained at the floor.

Your head instinctively cocks to the side like a confused little puppy. Was he joking again? This has to be a cover for something. For what, you don’t know. Your eyebrows narrow in suspicion. “What do you mean you don’t know where those rooms are? This is your home. You literally designed this house,”

You could tell he was embarrassed as you see his cheeks redden in front of you. And by the way he won’t meet your eyes as he talks. You’ll have to start taking notes of times when he gets flustered as it doesn’t happen too often. “There are just so many random rooms and corridors that branch off of each other and I… I would get lost down there. I didn’t realize at the time how big it was going to be!”

“What do you mean you realize?” You shoot back. How could someone building a house and just not realize all of the rooms that were being put in? Didn’t they each have a function that he specifically wanted? Hell, there’s even a room dedicated to just his award show trophies!

“Well now you’re just repeating what I say, Y/N,” Taehyung’s hands are now on his hips in defense. A casual look on his face like he didn’t just tell you he doesn’t know how to get around his own house.

“Taehyung,” You warn. Eyes obviously searching his for an explanation.

After a minute long stare down between the two of you, his neutral expression finally breaks. “I WAS DRUNK OK?” He yells, causing you to recoil back in surprise at his sudden outburst. “I told the developers I wanted all of this pointless shit that I thought would be cool in a house and I approved the plans without even looking at them,”

Woah. You definitely weren’t expecting that answer. Taehyung moves to sit back in his stool in defeat trying to make himself smaller in front of you because maybe then you wouldn’t judge him as hard. The playful tone of your conversation had taken a turn, and it seemed as if Taehyung was genuinely embarrassed by his own words. “I was at a kickback with some of my crew on tour, too far gone to even remember my own name and... I don’t know, Y/N, this place just kind of happened,”

His explanation and his defeated body language made you wonder. Was this grand mansion, dripping in frivolous, priceless items, and unnecessary extravagances a mistake to Taehyung?

If Taehyung literally had a mansion built for him while he was drunk, you couldn’t imagine what other crazy things he has done with his ridiculous wealth when he wasn’t in the right state of mind. The air in the room had suddenly lost its warmth as you could tell Taehyung was slipping into memories of his past couple of years of stardom.

As you looked at him with his head between his hands in shame, shoulders slumped, and eyes staring at the white granite countertop like he hated it, you realized something. Maybe Taehyung didn’t even like the mansion he spent more than your whole family’s life’s worth of salary on. Maybe he was ashamed of this place instead of proud of it. After all, just because this was his house, it didn’t mean it was his home.

“Have you ever wondered why my room looks so completely different from the rest of the house?” His words startle you from your thoughts. You didn’t even notice him taking his head out of his cradled position. But before you could answer him he continued.

“It’s because after they built the house it felt so.. Sterile. So lifeless. So… White.” He continued, seeming to regain some of his composure as he looked around the kitchen and over to the rightful placement of his grandmother’s rooster on the kitchen counter.

“I tried to liven it up with the art but that still didn’t cover up the blandness, and since I couldn’t justify redoing the whole house, I had them redo just my bedroom to make it how sober me wanted it. Now it’s the only place in this massive house that I truly can relax and feel at home.” Taehyung’s voice had considerably lowered in volume until he finally finished his confession in a whisper. “I think that’s also why I avoided living in this house for as long as I did before I met you. And even now that I do live here, I still haven’t brought myself to venture downstairs,”

A lot of things had started to make sense about Taehyung in these past couple of minutes. Like a glimpse of what he had been up to while he was on the road for so long and why you never had come across him when you first started your job here.

But also, lots of questions had been raised too. What drove him to party so much that he would black out and make such rash decisions? And why is it just now that he seems like he decided he didn’t want to be that kind of man anymore? What had changed?

You decide not to push him any further, as he tends to close up more when you try to pry.

Taehyung would offer you as much information into his private life as he saw fit if you just let him talk and didn’t interrupt him. Just let him let it all out the way he wanted to.

It seemed like he was in need of someone to be more of a confidant than a therapist, and for whatever reason, ever since last night, he had picked you to be that person for him.

Not that you were complaining in any way. No. This was much better than him jumping down your throat with insults or sexual innuendos. You would much rather take this kind of conversation with him any day. But it was tough to see him retreat into himself from time to time.

Deciding to lighten the mood, you offer your hand to him with a smile from his position on the stool. “Then let me give you a tour. Out of anyone, I think know this house the best. After all, I have been cleaning it for practically a year,”

Taehyung’s apprehensive look goes from your smiling face to your outstretched hand that’s beckoning him to stand up. You can tell he’s trying to assess if you’re being serious or not.

At this you roll your eyes. Of course he would be wary of your intentions right after he just confided in you. It’s like he doesn’t trust you or something.

Instead of waiting for him to take your hand, which quite honestly might have taken all day, you grab his hand off the counter. His skin on yours is surprisingly smooth and oddly very warm, his hand instinctively latching on to yours as you give it a pull to get him on his feet. The action seems to catch him off guard, but he recovers quickly.

Now with Taehyung back on his feet, you could hopefully take his mind off of his own thoughts and show him that the house he created for himself isn’t actually that bad. It’s actually a really cool house that has tons of features that could really use some love after going unused for so long. You actually were a little bit excited to show Taehyung everything his house had to offer now that you think of it.

It isn’t until you feel a slight squeeze on your hand to bring you out of your thoughts that you realize you were still holding onto Taehyung’s hand. You drop his hand from yours in sight embarrassment and walk to the two small hampers of dirty towels that you had used to clean the upstairs rooms of the house.

Taking one of the baskets, you begin walking in the direction of the elevator not bothering to wait for Taehyung to join you. “Chop chop, Tae. Last tour of the day leaves in two minutes and I’ve heard the tour guide waits for no one,” You say over your shoulder at the boy who’s still staring at you frozen in his place. “Oh, and take the other basket of laundry for me, will you? We can stop at the laundry room while we’re down there!”

It isn’t until the elevator dings and the doors slide open that Taehyung springs into action, gathering the rest of the laundry and making it into the elevator beside you just in time.

You look up at the boy next to you with a satisfactory grin as the two of you hold your respective laundry baskets in your arms. His face no longer trained into a look of regret, rather with what seems like joy.

You don’t know why, but something compels you to knock your shoulder with Taehyung’s to get his attention. “You know, I’ve always had an irrational fear of elevators,” You confess. It’s true. Ever since you were a little kid you were afraid of getting stuck and not being rescued, or a cable snapping and you falling to your death.

Taehyung looks down at you in a confused wonder at first, but then a second passes and he’s jumping up in the air, subsequently causing the whole elevator to shake in its descent.

Immediately, your right hand darts out to try to push Taehyung’s shoulder downward and prevent him from jumping, but he’s too large and the hamper in your left arm is doing nothing to help. A fit of giggles bursts out between you two as you begin to hit his arm and scold him for trying to make the elevator break down.

As the elevator slowly comes to a stop so does his jumping, and with the widest, boxiest grin, Taehyung looks down at you from his inherently taller viewpoint. In that moment of pure happiness you grin back up at him finding yourself wondering, not for the first time, why your relationship couldn’t have started off like this in the beginning. Completely unaware that at the same exact time, Taehyung just so happened to be wondering the same thing too.

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