#bogum pack | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yonkimint · 2 years

Text

The End is You and I [Taehyung x Reader]

35. We Need to Talk ✎

PREVIOUS - MASTERLIST - NEXT

The days leading up to the next competition are surprisingly calm. The tension among the Boy Scouts eases and while y/n would like to ask what the reason is, she decides it’s better not to beat a dead horse. Tae is back in the fold and that’s all she can ask for. She smiles at all of them now, at their laser focus while Hobi counts out steps and they all follow along in the mirror.

At the last minute, they decided to add a new dance break to their final set and the choreography is complicated to put it mildly. y/n doesn’t envy them as Hobi critiques footwork over and over. She snuggles deeper into the oversized hoodie she stole from her brother’s closet and opens up Twitter to make some headway in her DMs for the Bangtan Secret.

Just as she’s about to look up a breathing technique for a message on test anxiety, another dance student pokes her head into the studio and pauses their music. Her face is round and pretty, her eyes squinted in apology.

She holds up her phone — which is open to a weather app — and says, “I’m just going room to room letting everyone know the weather service issued a storm warning. The dance professors are asking everyone to head home early for the day.”

The sky had been gray the last couple of days and they were due for a downpour. y/n couldn’t help but be a little excited. Every time it stormed, the Boy Scouts camped out at her and Hobi’s apartment, eating jjigae and watching scary movies until they fell asleep or they lost power. If that happened, they would take turns passing around y/n’s emergency flashlight and telling spooky stories until Hobi got too scared and made them stop.

“Thanks for letting us know, Seri,” Namjoon says, “We’ll start packing up to leave.”

y/n hops up to help them. She usually shuts down the sound system while they clean the rest of the studio of their sweat and clutter but Tae grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her back. She tenses at the jolt he sends through her, thinking of her conversation with Hana and Mina at the coffee shop the other day.

They had talked about a lot of things of course. School, family, the latest drama… but it somehow circled back around to the break up and the boys. Mina had swatted her for not telling the others about Bogum but y/n stood her ground, insisting it would cause more drama to tell them right now when things were finally settling down.

“It’s going to cause more drama later,” Mina said. Hana’s head bobbed up and down with more enthusiasm than y/n felt the situation merited.

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“Like, I get wanting to make Tae suffer longer cause he’s a little bastard but at least think about the others. They’ll kill you for trying to handle things on your own,” Mina reasoned, quirking her eyebrow to warn y/n off when she had tried to interrupt, “You meddle in their shit all the time, y/n, don’t even try to tell me they won’t find this at the very least hypocritical. They’re going to be offended that you didn’t tell them as soon as it happened.”

y/n buried her head in her arms. She knew the truth of Mina’s words and she knew Mina wasn’t usually the type to scold like this. She always tried to say just enough, never more and never less.

y/n moaned, “I know. Eonnie is mad at me too. To be honest, I’ve been avoiding her texts about Bogum and Tae…”

Hana shook her head in disbelief, “You and Tae really are a perfect pair, aren’t you? You both keep essential information from each other and then get upset that the other didn’t communicate.”

y/n lifted her head and pouted. “Take that back!”

“Talk to your best friend,” Hana retorted, flicking y/n across the forehead. It was enough to ease the tension and they had all burst into laughter as the conversation drifted toward more trivial things.

y/n blinks back to the present and finds Tae studying her face curiously, his palm pressed to the flat of her back between her shoulder blades. His free hand hovers over the aux cord connected to Jimin’s phone. She hopes he didn’t ask her something while she zoned out.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she flashes a tentative smile and elbows him out of the way to take care of the aux cord herself. “I got it, Taetae!”

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, his fingers tickling her skin through the thick fabric of her hoodie.

“Nothing,” she answers reflexively and then, Hana’s words echoing in her mind, she sighs, “I was thinking about how excited I am for scary movies and Jinnie oppa’s jjigae. I hope he makes it extra spicy!”

Tae presses his lips together, fighting the laughter bubbling in his chest. He knows he’s still in the dog house and that he’s supposed to be paying penance or whatever but it’s hard to restrain himself when y/n is being this cute. Now that he’s acknowledged his feelings in some capacity, he wonders how he ever held himself back from her.

Without thinking too hard about it, he wraps his arms around y/n so that her back is pressed snug to his chest and turns his face into her hair to press a soft, barely noticeable kiss to the side of her head. He feels the tremor that runs through her body at his touch but when she twists around in his arms, whatever emotions she’s feeling are concealed behind her gaze.

“I hope it’s extra spicy too,” he says. y/n cocks her eyebrow.

“You hate spicy food,” she reminds him, scrunching her nose at him.

“But it will make you happy,” he reasons. His stomach flips when she laughs at him and wriggles out his embrace.

“You’re ridiculous,” y/n says as she finishes shutting down the sound system.

He’s about to respond when every single phone in the room goes off with an incoming notification. In sync, he and y/n glance around the room as the Boy Scouts check their phones. “Is it another warning about the storm?”

Hobi shakes his head, “It’s noona. She wants a head count for the after party.”

“Assuming the whole city doesn’t flood,” Jin says, glancing towards the door because there are no windows to see out.

“Don’t jinx us like that, hyung!” Jimin whines.

The boys all look up from their phones to see y/n rooted to the spot, her eyes trained solely on her phone screen. The color has drained from her face and she feels so dizzy she thinks she might pass out. A hand — Tae’s — flashes across her line of vision and still she can’t bring her gaze up.

The storm outside isn’t the only one brewing anymore and this one is not one she was prepared for.

It’s Jin who calls to her, “y/n? What is Jiwoo talking about? Did something happen with you and Bogum?”

“Yes,” y/n breathes. She’s not even sure if her voice has carried across the dance studio until Yoongi asks her to elaborate. Her heart is beating so fast against her breast bone. She feels like she just got called to the principal’s office in grade school even though she has never been in trouble. Her brain is no longer thinking rational thoughts.

Run! it tells her, Get out of here! As if she could make it around Tae without him catching her. As if the boys wouldn’t follow her out into the hall. She could try for the bathroom, lock herself inside a stall, and wait for school security to escort them out of the building, leaving her in peace. But they wouldn’t go until she was with them. She knows it.

Okay, she coaches herself, you could lie! Yeah, let’s lie!

But Jiwoo will tell on her for sure. And if not Jiwoo, Mina and Hana also know. And Bogum knows. It’s not likely that the boys will cross paths with him but it’s not impossible either and frankly, she’s lucky she’s gotten away with keeping it a secret for as long as she has.

“y/n,” it’s Tae’s voice, low and gentle, that pulls her out of her panicked thoughts, “you don’t have to tell us if it’s too painful but if you and Bogum broke up, we’re here for you.”

His voice goes lower still so only she can hear when he adds, “I’m here for you.”

Finally, she lifts her gaze, staring into his worried brown eyes, and she can’t help feeling anything but guilty. Because it wasn’t that it was too painful. It wasn’t that she was sad or disappointed or was trying not to burden any of them — all the reasons they would assume she had kept this information from them.

She hadn’t told them about the break up because she wanted to get back at Tae.

And then her guilt hardens back into anger because why should she feel guilty just because he whispers a few nice words that she’s been dying to hear? He can say he’s here for her but where exactly has he been all this time?

“Shut up,” she says instead, stepping back and turning her face away from the hurt her unexpected words have caused, “You can’t say you’re here for me. You haven’t been anywhere near me in months!”

y/n turns to the other Boy Scouts and presses her lips into a tight line, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened. Bogum and I decided to call it quits after the double date with Tae and Hana as well. I didn’t tell any of you because I didn’t want it getting back to Tae.”

“That’s a little fucked up, Baby Jung,” Yoongi mumbles.

“A little?” Tae hisses, “You’re such a hypocrite, y/n! You’re gonna be mad at me for not telling you about Hana and then you’re gonna turn around and do the same thing even though I’ve been doing everything in my power to make amends? Just say it’s never gonna be enough then!”

“I just wanted you to have a taste of your own medicine!”

Jimin and Jungkook share a concerned glance. The others shift uncomfortably in their spots around the studio. Are Tae and y/n going to have their big blowout fight in front of everyone? And if they are, is there a way for any of them to politely extricate themselves from the situation?

“Okay, great! You got me! Congratulations, I hope it was worth it!” Tae cries, “At least I wasn’t being vindictive when I didn’t tell you about Hana. I was trying to make sure it was the right fit before I brought her into both of our lives!”

Namjoon interjects, “We’re gonna give you two some privacy. Just please try to get out of the studio before the storm starts, okay?”

The boys beeline for the door, even Hobi, which surprises y/n, and she and Tae are left alone.

y/n’s shoulder slump and she sinks down to the studio floor and hides her face in her hands. In the time it takes for the boys to leave, the tension she’s been carrying since Jiwoo’s threat snaps and she’s left suddenly exhausted.

She hears Tae sigh and peeks through her fingers when she feels him lower himself to the wood paneling, his knees just a breadth away from touching her own. He’s got his chin propped in one long fingers hand, his wavy locks falling over his eyes. His back curls catlike, his shoulders pulling in toward his chest, and for all his bad posture and the pout on his face, he still looks like Adonis.

“We need to talk,” she says.

Tae nods, “Yeah. We really do.”

Permanent Taglist: @pb-n-juju @jikooksgirl19 @sopebubbles @halesandy @unadulteratedlyunique @bangtantruffle @danny-boy27 @esteemedsalt @bri-mal @pineapple-hoseok @lilacdreams-00 @jooniesbanoonies @babycoffeefire @jyp1204 @namjoonsillegaldimple @sunflowerbebe07 @fairy-jaykay @brit97 @goldenhoney-cas @hey-itsmina @letmebreathepls @magicalmarauder @bubblytaetae @imaginativedreams @daydreambrliever @90s-belladonna @naajix @kpopsimpstruggles @steffiiirose @manchuria @dragoncharmwitch @shadyfox242 @jaiuneamesolitaiire @mint--yoongs @twixxxpie @curedblues @borahae-reads @preciouschimine @thoughtfulcollectormaker @pamzn @cherrybubblesandvodka @iwillwaitforyouinthedark @crish-mac @proflyndo @quentinmetsys @rjsmochii @kthvbear @hobiicores @wholys-corner

213 notes · View notes

nabinthegardnn · 2 years

Text

night drives w txt 1/4

“get in loser, we’re going stargazing!” a driver’s voice sounds from across the empty street, nestled in between the whirring of a car engine.

you peek out from your curtains, slide open your window and whisper scream at the people in the car. or rather, your group of loud, dramatic best friends.

“what the fuck guys?!??!! It’s 2am on a Thursday and I told y’all in chat I was busy!”

Another voice, this one softer and mellower retorts back, “with what? fangirling over park bogum and pretending that’s work? bitch please; do something productive and get out of that house for once, would you?”

you’d hate to admit it, but soobin’s right.

“argh fine you doofuses, I’m coming I’m coming; Beomgyu get in the back seat- I’m sitting shotgun.”

you hoist yourself up- swing your legs out of the window stealthily, then reaching back quickly to grab your phone laying on the nightstand. you take a deep breath- and jump; landing feet first soundlessly on your front lawn. one too many nights like these has made you practically a pro at scaling the short jump from your second floor balcony, sneaking out without your parent’s noticing in the wee hours of the morning.

the night is cold, wind nipping at your bare ankles as you didn’t have the time to change out of your thin pajamas. you skitter over to the car just in time to watch the spectacle happening in the car- red haired yeonjun in the drivers seat, one hand on the steering wheel other reaching back in an attempt to quell the commotion. soobin sitting on the right, nagging and swatting at a pissed beomgyu, trying to get him to sit down. sweet sweet taehyun peers over silently on the left, a book about quantum physics in one hand and a glass Tupperware of grapes in the other, mouth chewing away at fruit like a squirrel. beomgyu continues to argue at the unfair seating arrangement, pissed having been uprooted out of his comfortable passenger seat and being forced to sit in the middle seat between well mannered taehyun and exasperated soobin, arms folded across his torso, legs splayed in the air for absolutely no reason at all.

the sight makes you chuckle, swinging open the passenger door and you slide into the seat next to yeonjun peacefully. you peer back, scanning the boys one by one and a question pops into your mind.

“where’s hueningie?”

“I’m here~~~~~”

You look down beneath the seats to see a boy with silky black hair, laying horizontally on top of the other’s feet, mouth stretched out in a hearty smile, hand raised to meet yours in a high-five. After years of friendship, the boys’ eccentricity doesn’t faze you at all.

“are we ready?” yeonjun adjusts the rearview mirror, and everyone replies with some iteration of yes, which signals to the red head that it’s time to go. He pulls the vehicle out of its parking spot across from your house and the car begins to cruise down your neighborhood streets. Taehyun taps your shoulder to give you a pack of your favorite cheese crackers, Beomgyu and Soobin are still at each other’s throats, this time arguing about who has the bigger butt and who should sit in the middle seat. Heuning is oddly quiet, but you assume that the boy is most likely sound asleep on the floor cuddling one of his penguin plushies.

“what should we listen to?” yeonjun begins again, and Beomgyu reaches for the aux immediately. “middle seat deserves aux rights. I’m being squished between two muscle pigs- at least let me listen to good music,” which earns him a glare and a smack from Soobin. “OW!”

“settle down, settle down guys,” yeonjun sighs but eyes still focused on the road. “we’ve got a lot to do tonight, don’t tire yourselves out just yet.”

this makes you lift your eyes up from your phone screen.

“we do?”

“yes babe. our schedules are packed tonight, no time to waste,” he responds sweetly with a wink.

the car continues to speed off into the night as an IU ballad from Beomgyu’s playlist sounds over the car stereo. The mood is warm and calming- and you feel your eyelids droop until you’re fast asleep.

#txt imagines #txt post #txt taehyun #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #txt heuningkai

11 notes · View notes