#y/n is the reason cody has silver lines in his hair

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Padawan Reader

Y/n: Commander, guess what?

Cody: ?

Y/n: Who has a broken arm, some internal bleeding and a head wound?

Cody:...

Y/n: it's me! *passes out*

[danger-xylophones]

The Ice General (Captain Rex x reader)

mobile’s fucking with formatting, sorry.

The Ice General is a miniseries following the love story of our one and only Captain Rex and the elusive and confusing Jedi general Y/n L/n. Certain aspects of the character of the Ice General have been chosen by me, the author, as a way to keep my sanity intact. 

This is narrated primarily from Rex’s perspective but it will shift to yours now and again. 

Words: 2160 

Warnings: Mentions of injury but that is about it

{Masterlist}

Taglist: @tararuthven // @questforgalas

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Captain Rex once heard that clones take on the personalities of the Jedi they serve. Now, he wasn’t exactly sure that that was true but the clone captain did believe that certain traits previously dormant could be awakened or amplified if the general they served had similar traits. Case in point: Commander Cody. Rex had known Cody for a long time and as a result, was pretty familiar with the way his vod thought and acted. Cody had always been thoughtful and calculated with plenty of sarcasm and snippy remarks to spare but Rex noticed that his endless wit had seemed to expand upon serving under General Kenobi. The captain noticed it with Commander Wolffe as well though to a more subtle but still heartwarming extent as Wolffe had always been compassionate if a little closed off. His brothers’ changes often left the captain wondering what personality traits he had let show after serving with General Skywalker and Commander Tano. 

But, bearing all this in mind, that didn’t mean that Rex could always guess the personality of the general based on the personality of the commander. Such is the case with CC-4290, better known as Commander Fritz of the 205th battalion or the right-hand man of the infamous Ice General. 

The 501st was en route to a backwater planet named Elaroth, a dry and miserable mining world ripe for a droid factory if the Grand Army didn’t claim it first. And while the men of the 501st were buzzing with anticipation for meeting the almost legendary general of the 205th, Rex was a little nervous and his orders to keep chatter to a minimum did little to quell the enthusiasm in the air. The general of the 205th was an...interesting character, or so he had been told. In truth, Rex knew about as much about her as anyone of his brothers outside of the 205th-that is to say, he knew almost nothing. He knew that her name was Y/n L/n and that she was a human Jedi who studied under Ki-Adi Mundi for ten years before being knighted shortly before the war. He also knew that she was known for her eery calmness and the ability to see through bantha skrag faster than anyone Rex knew personally. And of course-her tactics. Strike hard, strike fast, and stay out of sight as much as possible-confusion and mystery were the friends of the 205th, how ironic that that would extend to their general as well.  

Rex was pulled from his quiet ponderings by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter emanating from next to him. Commander Fritz clad in his blacks and the bottom portion of his teal painted armor was nearly doubled over as he guffawed at some joke a shiny had made. His messy silver hair was in disarray (a constant; Rex was starting to think that it was just the way he styled it) and it had moved to the side to reveal a black tattoo that read ‘Freedom’ in Mando’a on the back of his neck. The captain of the 501st had noticed that most of the veterans of the 205th had the same tattoo but in different locations and it caused a certain unease to arise in his gut. All he could think of was the words of his brother Slick who had spoken about how the clones were just slaves with different titles: they had no freedom. The reminder of Slick only encouraged his wariness of the Ice general. Why would her men all have the same tattoo? Had they gotten it as a way to cope? Was she a monster in disguise?

No, she couldn’t be. Commander Fritz spoke of her with such rapport and admiration. But, admiration can be faked. Rex’s more cynical side countered. He could be court-martialed if someone found out he held any distaste for his general. But, maybe he truly adored her? He had to, especially if what he had seen earlier was a regular occurrence. 

When the 501st touched down, they weren’t expecting to immediately be caught up in a fire-fight (though with a man like Skywalker as their general, they were always itching for one) that had them racing to rendezvous with Y/n L/n and Commander Fritz where they were trapped in a ravine with a rock slide slowing their retreat and a droid battalion intent on wiping them out. One of the medics had informed Captain Rex that the Seppies had already gotten to the planet and had built a factory that was producing units faster than the 205th could cut them down. If they didn’t move quickly, they would all die. 

The 501st had made it (they were the best for a reason) and together the two battalions were able to push the droids back to a dried-up delta that afforded them the one thing the 205th needed to win; mobility. After that, it was only a matter of time before the droid factory was destroyed by a mixed force of 501st boys and 205th. Though, in the midst of it all, a tank had managed to take a shot at the Commander. It had launched him back and Rex couldn’t forget the way General L/n had sprinted away from Skywalker’s side to get to him. She hadn’t panicked, she hadn’t yelled for her felled commander, she just ran to him and took her spot over his body, deflecting blaster bolts, like it was routine till one of the field medics could get to the silver-haired ARC. Rex remembered how her jaw was set and how still her face was as her arms worked to swing her dual lightsabers. She had looked bored as she stood over the knocked out commander. 

And when Fritz had been dragged away, she surged to the front again as though her commander hadn’t been injured at all. It was perplexing. But Rex couldn’t erase the image of the Jedi standing over Fritz’s body, ready to protect it whether he was dead or alive. That was the evidence Rex held onto that contested his theory that Y/n L/n was one of those generals that didn’t care for her men. 

Commander Fritz had been alright, just knocked unconscious and a little banged up from the blast and now he sat next to Rex barking out loud peals of laughter and acting like he hadn’t broken two ribs. “Try-try telling that to Ice-I dare ya!” The silver-haired man choked out between chuckles, pointing a hand at the shiny that had spoken from across the fire they had made. Rex felt out of the loop as he glanced between the 205th-ers and his boys who were all sharing varying looks of amusement. What had the shiny said? 

“Try telling me what?” A cool, even voice cut through the laughter like a blaster bolt through a calm meadow. In his peripheral, Rex saw Jesse, Fives, Echo, and Kix stiffen up and snap their attention towards the sound. The men of the 205th, however, were far laxer in giving their general their attention (minus the shiny Fritz had been laughing at who had gone pale and stiff). Rex was struck with the realization that General L/n’s tone was no different than the tone she had used when explaining the best move Skywalker could make to help her over the comms. It was a little unnerving. 

Y/n L/n was unnerving. She stood beside slightly in front of Skywalker, perched on the edge of the firelight. The warm light kissed the apples of her cheeks but did not quite illuminate her face, leaving her appearance mostly to the imagination. She looked like the physical embodiment of a shadow, distant, amorphous, ambiguous. The only thing keying the men into the fact that she was a real person was the datapad held firmly in her left hand and the rim-lighting on the most dynamic parts of her face. Her eyes were sharp as she scanned over the men though the captain could not tell if she was disdainful of their conduct and lax postures. 

“I-uh…” The shiny began uncertainly, looking around to his brothers for help. The veterans were smirking down at the shiny, unwilling to aid him in his struggle while the other shinies looked ready to piss themselves. 

“Go on, Boom, tell the general what you were going to say when she got out of her meeting.” Fritz waved his hand to signal the shiny to continue while he sat back with a smug grin. Briefly, the commander’s elbow dug into Rex’s side as he whispered ‘watch this’ out of the corner of his mouth. 

Boom swallowed and carded a hand over his shaved head, unable to meet General L/n’s inquisitive gaze. “I...I was just…”

“Go on, Boom, I am eager to hear what has Fritz so amused.” Y/n encouraged in the same even tone though she had slightly cocked her head to the side. 

Boom muttered a string of curses in Mando’a under his breath before finally deciding that he wasn’t going to get out of this easily if at all. Still unable to meet the general’s eyes, he summoned whatever courage he had left to at least spare his dignity and spoke. “I was going to ask if you needed a seat, ‘cause I’ve got one right here for you.” And with that, Boom hesitantly patted his thigh. Tension started to descend over the gathered group of clones as Y/n mulled the pick-up line over that threatened to break as a result of Fritz’s barely contained giggles. 

Y/n stepped into the light and Rex swore he heard the shiny take a sharp intake of breath, apparently already resigned to his demise. Her face was stoic and entirely unreadable as she faced Boom and regarded him with a swift once over. “Earn some more nicks in your armor, shiny, then we’ll talk.” Fritz and the other veterans lost it. All doubled over in laughter and the softly spoken retort. One of them who sat closest to Boom clapped him on the shoulder, commending him for his moxie. Rex swore he saw Y/n’s lips quirk upward momentarily before she was turning to look at the boys of the 501st who all sat pensively, still more than a little unsure of her. 

Noticing the tension in them, she addressed Skywalker over her shoulder. “Skywalker, you didn’t tell me your men were so serious.” Was she teasing them? It was hard to tell. 

“Normally they’re not.” Anakin answered, slightly baffled as he walked around to plop down on Rex’s right. 

“I think you’re reputation proceeds you, Ice.” Fritz chimed in before anyone else could with a poorly hidden wince as he scooted away from Rex and gestured for Y/n to sit. 

“Careful with those ribs, commander, or Bolt’ll have my head-you weren’t supposed to leave the med tent.” Y/n scolded in her still unwavering tone as she looked down at the injured man. Fritz shrugged. 

“Eh, you’re the general, General, tell him to can it.” The commander simpered nonchalantly, leaning back on his hands. 

“Or, as your general, I could court-martial you for insubordination.” Rex stiffened up, would she really do that? 

“With all due respect, General, kriff you.” Fritz bit back with a grin a parsec wide. There was a horrified gasp from what Rex suspected was Echo and frantic muttering from some of the shinies. 

Y/n seemed unfazed though as she sat beside Fritz and began pouring over the datapad in her hands. “I mean, you could if you wanted to but I feel I should inform you that I prefer blonds.” 

“Damn, what are they up to now, Hyde?” A veteran whistled lowly, reaching around Kix to poke at his brother who was wedged between the medic and Jesse. 

“22 to 3, Ice’s winnin’.” The redhead answered back quickly. 

“They do this a lot?” Jesse gasped in disbelief, looking to Hyde as he dug a piece of flimsi out of his glove and used some ash to mark it before folding it away. 

“All the time. We didn’t start to keep track of who wins the sass-offs till recently though.” Hyde explained. 

“I find it relaxing and it makes sure I stay sharp.” General L/n chimed in once again, eyes fixed on Jesse. “I just realized I never asked your names.”

“Fives.” The man in question stated with a lopsided smile. “This is Echo, that’s Kix, and that’s Jesse.” He waved his hand around to each clone as he said their names. Y/n nodded and closed her eyes, muttering their names under her breath in a move Rex recognized as a way to memorize them. 

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” Suddenly, Y/n turned to Rex. “And it’s nice to see you when we’re not getting shot at, Captain Rex.” And Rex’s questions multiplied. 

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[newcaptainofsquad9]

The Shakespeare Substitute {3} Kim Taehyung x black! fem! reader (College AU)

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Taglist: @agustdpeach​, @namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore​​, @miinoongi​

​ Summary: You and Taehyung meet up for your first “official” date since high school. He’s super ecstatic, while you’re wondering if you should even be on this date in the first place. Taehyung, however picks up on this and prepares to listen to your concerns and promises to make it the best date you’ll ever have.

  Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, College AU

Word Count: 2, 702

Warnings: none for this chapter

Author’s Note: I know, it’s been hella long since I updated but here it is! Let me know how you guys are enjoying the story and please comment, that would mean the world.

I take a long swig of my green tea, trying to ignore James’s narrow eyed stare. He’s been giving me the same look ever since we arrived at Shimmer Star Cafe. I guess he still doesn’t believe the phone call Taehyung and I had last night, hell I was on the line with him and I could hardly believe it. The only thing I can do to keep myself from bursting at the seams is drink slowly, Taehyung is supposed to be meeting me here to take me out. I hope I made the right choice by agreeing.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t flirt back?” James asks abruptly. 

I nearly spit out my tea.

“I’m sorry?”

James leans forward across the table, folding his hands as he studies me. 

“You!” he exclaims, “you didn’t flirt back with Taehyung! girl he’s literally in the palm of your hands, you didn’t have to call first or anything!”

“You’re also forgetting that he left me without defining what we were!” I explain, “I can’t just forget that!”

James crosses his arms.

“Just give him a chance,” he says, “if you don’t feel right about it, then maybe he could wine and dine me instead.”

“What about Cody?” I ask, “you know, your boyfriend!”

James sips his drink innocently while twirling an imaginary piece of hair between his fingers. 

“I’m sure he can understand,” he says, “I mean, Taehyung’s a gorgeous, rich Korean sugar daddy that I need and-”

“God, I can’t believe you just called him that,” I groan, “look, I know you go for guys, but are you really falling into that ‘any attractive guy I see is daddy’ trend?”

James’s eyes nearly pop out of his head at how wide they got. Maybe I offended him, but I really need to know.

“And you don’t?” he wonders, “you don’t want a guy to make you feel taken care of and blow your back out once in awhile?”

“James, please, too much info,” I say.

A grin abruptly spreads on his face as he leans in. 

“I know you’ve never had sex, but something tells me you don’t like dom men,” he says.

“I guess I don’t,” I say, “and please can you stop talking about Tae like that?”

“Like what?”

I turn over my shoulder and there’s Taehyung. His hair’s curly and his usual suits are gone, replaced with a simple black long sleeve, a beige beret and blue jeans. 

“Tae, uh, hi,” I greet while rising. 

James does the same. 

“Hey there Mr. Kim,” James purrs.

I roll my eyes as Taehyung chuckles. 

“I told you call me Taehyung, or just Tae,” he says before looking to me then back to James, “were you guys in the middle of something?”

“No, just some afternoon tea and coffee,” James explains, “Y/N’s all yours for the day, take good care of her, yeah?”

God, why?

Taehyung seems to play along with a boxy smile and sharp nod. 

“Of course I will,” he says before turning to me, “ready to go?”

I embrace James, he leans into my ear. 

“If you get some dick, I want the deets.”

“Ok, bye!” I say before following Taehyung out the cafe. 

* * * 

Taehyung’s car’s spotless, purple 2020 Hyundai with leather seats and a dashboard that shines. He eyes his surroundings carefully as he pulls out of Shimmer Star’s parking lot F and cruises down the road leading up to one of the intersections that lead to the downtown area. I notice the tiny locket hanging from his mirror, inside it a tiny portrait of a puppy. 

“You doing ok?” Taehyung asks, breaking the silence. 

I nod.

“Yeah,” I say, “it’s just weird.”

A smile plays at Taehyung’s lips. 

“What is?”

“This, you coming out of nowhere as my substitute professor,” I say, I point at the adorable dog in the picture, “that your dog?”

Taehyung’s face comes to life. 

“Yeah that’s my buddy Yeontan when he was just a pup,” he gushes, “he’s cute huh?”

“He’s adorable, how long have you had him?”

Taehyung hummed. 

“A few years,” he says, “would you rather talk about my dog than us?”

My face heats up at his suggestion. Of course I want to talk about it, I just don’t want it to be awkward. This whole thing has been awkward. 

“We can talk about us,” I say, “I just wanted to ease into the conversation.”

Taehyung’s smile drops the car slows as it approaches a yellow light that soon flashes red. He clutches onto the steering wheel hard, the gesture making my heart race. Taehyung has always been a pretty passionate guy, I just hope I didn’t read this wrong. He must of picked up on my discomfort as he turns to me with soft eyes. 

“Are you all right Y/N?” he asks, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

The tender nature of his voice makes me rethink my previous thought. 

“Of course not Tae.”

Taehyung taps the steering wheel in irritation as the car in front of us is taking it’s sweet ass time taking a left turn. 

“Then why won’t you give me a chance?” he whispers. 

I bite down on my lip. 

“That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

Taehyung shakes his head. 

“No, not what I’m talking about,” he says, “you look at me as if I’m a mistake.”

I burst out into a fit of laughter at his words, fortunately it makes him crack up a bit too. 

“No I don’t think of you as a mistake,” I say, “maybe just a little.”

Taehyung grows serious again, nudging my knee with his hand that wasn’t occupied by the steering wheel. 

“Why do you think that?”

His eyes are soft again, I feel like shit. James is right, I should give him a chance but what about me? He gave me no warning about leaving to Korea, telling me at graduation of all times. How bittersweet is that?

“Y/N, just tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking,” Taehyung urges. 

“Ok, I’m thinking of the last day we spent in high school,” I explain, “remember? When you dropped the fact that you were moving back to Korea, without giving me heads up or anything.” 

Taehyung purses his lips in silence, eyes now glued to the road. He thankfully breaks its soon after. 

“I was a stupid kid then Y/N,” he says, “my parents wanted me to study back home, I had no choice.”

“You couldn’t study English here?”

Taehyung shakes his head. 

“Not English, well not only English,” he says, “business along with looking after my parent’s farm. They just wanted me close and I couldn’t say no to them.”

I notice how tense he’s getting. I need to do something. 

“Is there something else you wanted to study?” I ask, “I know you really enjoy Shakespeare but didn’t you like to paint back in high school.”

Taehyung’s boxy smile returns. 

“I still do,” he beams, “I managed to sell a few pieces in Paris.”

“Really? Tae, that’s amazing!” I exclaim, “you really had no reason to come back here after all.”

Taehyung’s nose scrunches up as he pulls his car into a parking lot I recognize, Olive Garden. He manages to squeeze his car through the congested lot to find a free space. The car shuts off with the flick of his wrist before he shifts his seatbelt off to turn fully towards me. 

“Y/N, I have old friends here,” he says, “Jungkook, he goes to Shimmer Star too and my best friend works at this Olive Garden and I got to see you.” 

“Tae-”

“Look, Y/N let’s just see where this goes,” he says, “I did promise to be the well behaved sub.”

I snicker at his words. 

“Why do you make it sound so sexual?” I ask. 

Taehyung winks. 

“You’re the one who said it, now c’mon!”

* * * 

Olive Garden is swamped. Taehyung’s able to score us a table in a part further in the restaurant. The table is prolonged with shiny silver wrapped in thick napkins adjacent to a couple of champagne glasses which lies under a bouquet of flowers that hang at the ceiling above. The menus even look completely different from the average ones, more bulky. 

“You like?” Taehyung asks with a tiny grin. 

“It’s really nice,” I say, “I could never afford something like this.”

Taehyung chuckles. 

“You will someday if you set your mind to it,” he notes, “but for now, you’ve got Mr. Gucci on your side.”

Oh my God, I can’t believe he just called himself Mr. Gucci again. It’s still cringe worthy, yet coming from his mouth’s pretty hilarious. 

“It’s not too much, is it?” he asks. 

I shake my head.

“N-not at all-oh!” 

Taehyung’s already beside me with his hands on the end of my chair and sliding it out. 

“Is this ok?”

My cheeks heat up as I nod. 

“Y-yeah, thank you.”

Taehyung flashes his boxy smile, pushes my seat towards the table and moved back over to his own. 

As we settle, the waiter strolls over. He’s rather stunning with a light brown fringe that leaves hair falling across his forehead. His uniform is ironed perfectly and I can’t stop staring at his lips. 

“What can I get you today, alien?” he asks Tae.

I raise an eyebrow and Taehyung chuckles. 

“Don’t mind him Y/N,” he reassures, “it’s just my best friend being...well,  Jimin.”

Jimin grins brightly as he holds his hand out to me. 

“Jimin, it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jimin,” I say.   

He does a quick bow, takes out a small notepad from the pocket of his apron and smiles widely. 

“What would you guys like?” 

“Ah, I’m not really sure,” I admit, “what would you recommend?”

Jimin hums. 

“The chicken Alfredo Noodles and soup is always a classic,” he says, “you could never go wrong with chicken Parmesan either.”    

“That sounds great actually,” I say, “then I’ll have the chicken Alfredo noodles.”

Jimin nods sharply before turning to Taehyung. 

“What’re you having Tae?”

Taehyung chews on his bottom lip. 

“I’ll have the Parmesan,” he says, “also can we get some mozzarella sticks as our appetizer?” 

“Of course,” he says, “I do have to warn you Y/N, Taehyung doesn’t save anything, so you better eat the last one while you get the chance.”

Taehyung grows red and tosses his napkin at Jimin, who catches it effortlessly. 

“Just take our orders and go,” he says. 

Jimin giggles. 

“Gladly, once I get your drink orders.”

I can’t help but laugh as Taehyung sinks back into his chair. 

“I’ll get started on this champagne,” Taehyung deadpans, “just get me a water and whatever Y/N wants.”

“I’ll just have a Sprite, thanks.”

“All right, I’ll have that out in a bit,” he says and saunters off. 

Taehyung slumps back up. 

“I’m sorry about him,” he says, “he tends to hold petty grudges.”

“Does he Tae?” I tease, “did you really take the last dumpling?”

Taehyung rubs the back of his neck, his skin still holding a rosy color. It’s adorable actually, he used to get shy like that back in high school whenever attention would be on him. I’d happen most of the time, since Taehyung was adorable. I mean he still is with those smoldering eyes, dark hair and-

“Y/N?”

I blink up and Taehyung’s eyes rest on me with his hands folded together. His eyebrow is raised slightly while his tongue dances between the corner of his cheek. 

“You were staring,” he notes. 

“Ah, no I wasn’t,” I say swiftly. 

Taehyung hums. 

“Right,” he says, “you looked the same way when I was teaching the other day.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, “what look is that?”

Taehyung flashes the boxy smile, reaches for the champagne and removes the top with a sharp pop. He gestures to it with a nod. 

“Want any?” 

I shake my head once he pours a bit into his glass. 

“I’m good, I rarely drink champagne anyway.”

“Do you drink at all?” he asks while taking a quick swig. 

“Sometimes, I’d much prefer wine.”

“We actually have wine too if you’d like to check our options,” Jimin says as he appears with our two waters in hand.  

He smiles sweetly at me, forcing me to smile right back. I don’t know why, but he’s so alluring. It might be how open he seems or even how tidy his uniform is. 

“No thank you,” I stammer. 

Jimin winks. 

“No probelm ma’am,” he purrs. 

“Jimin,” Taehyung growls.

Jimin chuckles. 

“What? She’s gorgeous, do you blame me?” he asks, “treat her like a princess tonight.”

“Um,” I say while trying to hide my own blush. 

Do they never see me here? Has Taehyung told Jimin about me?

“Bye Jimin,” Taehyung commands with a wave of his hand, “check on the food.”

Jimin snickers with a twinkle in his eye prior to leaving. 

“Tae, so, about Jimin-”

Taehyung groans. 

“I’m sorry, he’s like that,” he says, “please tell me you aren’t falling for his flirtations.”

“I-well-”

Taehyung’s frustrated face morphs into a saddened look as I speak. It isn’t played on, at least I don’t think it is, it’s genuine. Genuine sadness which makes me feel guilty for doubting him, he has to truly care and I have to make sure he knows that I do as well. 

“I’m not Tae,” I declare, “you’re the person I’m giving my attention to.” 

Taehyung flushes, yet grins brightly at my words.

“T-That’s good to know,” he stammers, “gosh, now I’m all discombobulated like you.”

I lean on the table now. 

“What does that mean, Mr. Gucci?”

Taehyung chuckles and takes another sip of champagne.

“It means that I elicit a reaction out of you,” he says, “you were-I don’t know so shocked when you say me again-don’t get me wrong, I was too.”   

“Yeah, you almost embarrassed the hell out of me,” I say, “I felt like a school girl with a crush again.”

I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth as this mega grin engulfs Taehyung’s face.

“You still like me! I knew it!” he exclaims. 

My face heats up again as James’ words from earlier cloud my head. Maybe giving Taehyung a chance will work, at least I hope so. 

“Yeah, so what are we now, Tae?”

The smile drops from his face at my question, making my heart thump faster. 

“Whatever you want us to be.”

* * *

The ride Taehyung gives me back to my apartment is nerve-wracking. He’s able to handle the one glass of champagne he had well, he isn’t swerving or anything and my apartment is just down the left. 

“This way?” he asks as he points in the direction. 

“Yeah, you could just park on the side, I can walk from here.”

Taehyung parks the car with a nod before shutting it off. 

“Thank you for the meal,” I say, “I’ll make sure I finish Hamlet tonight before class tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles. 

“You don’t have to Y/N, just Spark Notes it,” he suggests, “contrary to what many professors say it’s extremely reliable.”

“Thanks, Tae-”

I reach to open my car door, but Taehyung stops me with a hand on my wrist. 

“Hold on, Y/N I-” he pauses to remove his beret and put a hand through his dark curls. “Jimin wasn’t too much, was he?” 

I raise an eyebrow and shake my head. 

“No, I just accepted his flirty nature, he didn’t over step and it was really sweet at times,” I say, “why do you ask?”

Taehyung hesitates as he removes his seat-belt to move closer to the middle that separates the driver and passenger. 

“I thought you, I don’t know, maybe liked him or something,” he admits, “God, I know that’s shitty to think, forgive me.”

“No, Tae, it’s ok,” I say, “even if Jimin made a move, I wouldn’t have let him have a chance.”

Taehyung’s eyes soften at my words as he leans against the car’s middle. 

“So, is it ok if I kiss you right now?” he asks. 

I can’t help but nod and our lips meet.