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The Boyfriend Experience | KTH

The Boyfriend Experience: Taehyung

The BFE: Masterlist

Pairing: Escort!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Rating: M🔞

Genre: sex!workAU; exes to something; smut; some fluff; hint of angst

Warnings: legal sex work (in this AU); sex for hire; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; alcohol consumption; dirty talk; Tae and OC have filthy mouths; hair pulling; fingering; clit play; breast play; oral (F-receiving); heavy petting; protected sex; multiple orgasms; stamina!

Word count: 7,023 words

Summary: 💬 If I can hire a massage therapist to help relieve my back pain, a hairdresser to cut my hair, a mechanic to service my car and a handyman to replace a broken door, I should be able to legally hire a man to have sex with me.

A/N: Yes, yes, a couple days later than promised but...life happened! Anyway, I try to make each experience relatively unique but I am one person and sometimes, I find myself drifting towards the same themes. But hopefully each one is unique enough where it would still be entertaining! Thanks to my sis, @internetjunkdrawer for looking this over 😘

Your boyfriend of over two years turned to you one day and said that he didn’t want to be in a long-term relationship any longer. You’d been living together in the last year and things seemed perfect.

But at some point, he claims to have had an epiphany and expressed his desire to travel more, experience new things, and ‘find himself’. It sounded like an awful cliché and you were understandably crushed. What else could you do? You loved him but you were not going to beg him to stay.

He moved out shortly after breaking the news to you. You still followed each other on social media and saw glimpses of his new life–traveling around, drinking champagne on a boat off the coast of some paradise.

He looked so carefree, happy…you were envious of it all. You would also love to leave everything behind and go soul-searching. You would also love to just yell out, ‘fuck it all’ and jet off to some random island and live off the sea.

But other responsibilities were calling your name. As quickly as you’d shred those bills and toss them up carelessly in midair, you’d be waiting to catch each piece of paper before they hit the ground, taping them all together to settle them.

Instead of spending your days doom-scrolling through Taehyung’s exciting new life without you, you just dealt with the breakup in the best way you knew how–throwing yourself into work.

Pretty soon, a year passes. You worked a fast-paced office job and for a while, that worked as a distraction. But at the end of the day, it didn’t do much to get your mind off your loneliness.

You’ve always been a relationship girl and you thought that Taehyung was going to be “the one,” until he wasn’t. At this point in your life, the prospect of casually dating seemed so daunting. You wondered how your peers kept up with it. Just thinking about the logistics was excruciating, but you still wanted to give it a try.

You weren’t itching to jump into a relationship again but you certainly craved some fun and excitement. Although, let’s be real…you craved for sex. You needed hot, sweaty, skin-on-skin contact and that familiar rush of flirting just because.

You thought that it’s been more than enough time since your breakup and you were ready for it!

Well, it turned out that casual dating was nothing short of a disaster.

Some of your prospects seemed more comfortable with being flirty text-buddies but they ghosted you as soon as you pressed them to meet. What the fuck was deal with that?

Some of those who did turn up looked nowhere near close to their profile photo. And then there were just some whom you felt that you had absolutely zero sexual chemistry with.

These apps only caused you distress and the thought of one-night stands were hardly worth the morning-after awkwardness.

Was it too much to ask the universe to have a time period dedicated to you, having the time of your life, followed by receiving a good dicking-down from a man whom you found attractive and was solely focused on pleasuring you at the drop of a hat?

For a while, that seemed like an impossible ask.

Until one day, during a particularly heated bitching session at happy hour, your friend Yuriko, hinted at this ‘very exclusive’ dating service that she just joined. To you, ‘exclusive’ was synonymous to ‘expensive’ and you didn’t want to pay more than what you had put into these other dating apps.

But…after a series of frustrating dates and equally disappointing sexual partners, you prod her about it.

The Boyfriend Experience.

It was an escorting app. You were very skeptical about it but she suggested referring you to the company so you could get in–since it was ‘exclusive’ and all. The price range made you hesitant to jump the gun but she told you that there were no commitments or any other binding contracts with the exception of an NDA. If you weren’t satisfied, you could terminate at any point, and they would give you your money back.

That seemed unusually bold for this type of business to guarantee a refund if you weren’t 100% satisfied.

You were a few drinks in during happy hour and thought, at least there was some assurance that you’d get your money back if your guy turns out to be a terrible lay!

******

Your friend said that you should hear back as to whether the escort service has accepted your referral in about five business days.

But it’s been over a week now and you still haven't received a notification. You thought it was hopeless and decided you’d just get back into the dating pool again.

Later that night, you tucked yourself into bed, vibrator and lube at the ready for yet another exciting Saturday night of solo masturbation. Right before getting into it, you hear a buzz–not from your little toy, but from your phone.

You’d normally ignore it and rather take care of business first but something compelled you to check it.

Welcome to the Boyfriend Experience, YN!

You gasped. Actually gasped. It was like scoring a coveted golden ticket. Except, instead of touring a candy factory, it was…well…a dick factory.

You scrolled through images of escorts they had on their roster. They were all intriguing in their own way. Some photos were professionally taken with the occasional sprinkling of personal selfies–mostly closeups of their abs or gifted crotch areas–trying to prove that they didn’t stuff any rolled socks down their underwear. Some photos included the escort in settings that reflect their personalities–each profile had a list of varied interests and specialties that would fit any client’s needs.

Could you really follow through with this? You’ve considered yourself a bit of a prude. There was that fear of shame that niggled at you from the back of your mind.

Then you thought, men did this all the time! Women also had desires and needs…and currently, that ache between your legs was demanding to be serviced.

Now was the time to push yourself out of your comfort zone, albeit in the wildest way possible!

It was about 9:45PM when you hit send on a message to your chosen escort. He had abs you could grate a slab of granite on. He looked like he had a nice face…if it was actually his.

While waiting on a response, you fire a text to Yuriko.

[You] 9:50PM: What if these photos weren’t of him? What if it’s fake?

[Yuri] 9:51PM: You can DM them and ask. They’ll send you a photo to confirm 😉

[You] 9:53PM: Girl, what if he’s a murderer?

[Yuri] 9:55PM: Oh, he’s a murderer, alright…a murderer of pussy 💀

“Fucking Christ, Yuri,” you breathed out, laughing.

Forty-five minutes pass and you haven’t heard back. It was a Saturday night–must be busy for him. At this point, you had lost your lady-boner so you decided to just knock out.

******

The next day, you wake up to a response from him. He asked straightforward questions about time, date, and other logistics. He asked if you’d like to take advantage of the half-hour mini-date at the club, which you turned down. You wanted this to be as no-frills as possible.

The exchange felt professional, as if you were booking a spa appointment.

You asked if he could send you a real-time selfie of him holding up a photo of your name. Minutes later, he DM’ed a photo and you exhaled a sigh of relief–it was indeed him.

Looking into how the site vets escorts helped you relax further. He asked you about what kind of fantasies you had in mind, but you told him you’d rather have a drink and get to know each other as ‘normally’ as you could.

Your session was set for next Friday night, he told you what his rate was for two hours. It was a bit steep but…he looked hot and at least Yuri could vouch for their services.

******

You were distracted at work that day with more butterflies than your average Friday feeling. As soon as you got home, you gulped a glass of wine and put on a dress and heels, as if you were going on an actual date. You were a bundle of nerves. A small part of you worried that he’d see you and terminate the date. You read under the terms that they are well within their rights to do that.

What if he thought you weren’t worth the money you were paying him?

To your surprise, he didn’t run away. He was very punctual and polite. You weren’t sure if those were adjectives you’d ever use to describe an escort but–he was!

Obviously, he was also very attractive. You expressed how nervous you were and he immediately put you at ease. You offered him a glass of wine then casually chatted about your lives, nothing too deep or familiar.

He asked you about your job and how you came to know about the service. It felt very similar to an actual date, except the chemistry felt instantaneous than any other date you’ve been on.

The intimacy happened naturally. It started with a light grazing of your arm, a cheeky touch of your ass while you were putting away some dishes in the sink. There was nothing forced or mechanical about it. It’s as if he mastered the user manual on how to turn you on.

‘Unbelievable’ seemed like such an inadequate way to describe the sex…but it was! It’s like he knew everything your body craved before you did.

There was a certain level of commitment to your pleasure and your needs that you had never experienced from past lovers before. He didn’t expect you to do anything for him nor did he allow you to try and return the favor.

It was all about you. As he left, you told him his price was selling him seriously short.

******

Admittedly, you felt a little dirty afterwards but only in the way a one-night stand always made you feel, in the back of your mind. You still worried that it was embarrassing. Fear struck you at the thought of anyone you knew finding out even with the NDA in place.

Your need for sex had gone to the extreme except that this was way more satisfying than picking up any random guy at a bar.

By the second time you booked him, you felt braver, more empowered. By your third session, the shame and awkwardness wore off. You saw the same guy four times in total, on a monthly basis. You have officially made it part of your self-care routine.

Some women liked mani-pedis or getting their hair done while you preferred feeling a man's weight on top of you.

Obviously, you were fully aware that your relationship was strictly business, but it was nice to feel familiar, in a way. You kept in contact and had casual chats while arranging your next meeting.

It felt almost like a special friendship, except that there was no stress over ‘what any of it meant’, or whether he was ‘giving off signs.’ There were none of those complicated mind-games that usually came with casual dating. It was refreshing!

Your fifth booking was certainly a memorable one.

As you were preparing for your monthly meet-up with your usual, he sent you an urgent message saying that he was feeling ill and apologized profusely for not being able to make your date. However, since you’d been such a great client, he didn’t want to leave you hanging so he had spoken to his other colleague to show up in his stead to make it up to you.

[You] 5:20PM: You really don’t have to do that–we can reschedule when you’re better!

[J] 5:25PM: No, this is last minute and I know that we were both looking forward to it! But my friend will take very good care of you, I promise!

[You] : Hmm…I don’t know. Send me his profile?

He forwards you the link after a few minutes.

[J] 5:35PM: I promise you, he’s great! I’ve known him for a while. If you like me, you’ll definitely love him.

[You] 5:40PM: 😅 How are you so sure?

[J] 5:42PM: Just trust me on this! Don’t I always deliver?

Multiple orgasms during every date? He had certainly met and even exceeded your expectations each and every time.

[You] 5:45PM: You got me there. 😏 I’ll wait to hear from him then. Feel better, baby!

[J] 5:46PM: Thank you, love 😘. He’ll be at your door at 8 tonight!

You scrolled–more like skimmed–through his friend’s profile. The photos were mostly of his body. There weren’t any that included his face, except for one where he was looking away from the camera. You were about to text him when his alert came through, confirming that he’d be arriving at your address in a couple hours and that he was looking forward to meeting you.

It was enough to distract you from the nerves. So, you texted him back saying that the feeling was mutual. Then, you went about your evening, preparing for your mystery date’s arrival.

It certainly added some thrill to it–not knowing who would show up. Since everything had gone so smoothly with your previous date, you thought that this escort service wouldn’t compromise its reputation with a dud. His body seemed good enough for you that his face was the least of your worries.

You get a knock on your door at 8 o’clock, on the dot. Also very punctual, like your usual. You liked him already!

You stop by the mirror at the entranceway, checking your hair and making sure you had nothing between your teeth.

When you open the door, your jaw drops. The next few moments play out like a scene out of a movie.

“YN?!”

“Taehyung?!” You gasped at the sight of your ex-boyfriend. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Taehyung’s tone was accusatory.

You scoffed. “I live here!”

His eyes widened. “You…" he gulped, "You live here?” He asks in complete disbelief.

The man standing in front of you looks freaked out. He turns his head from side to side, looking around the hallway and at your door, making sure that he has the right apartment number.

You gasped out loud when realization sets in. A realization that you refuse to believe. Mortified, you ask, “Oh my god…a-are you–”

The look on his face confirms your fears. “Your 8 o’clock? I’m afraid so,” he grins awkwardly.

“Oh shit,” you choked out.

It turned out that he had been using a fake name. And though you had used your real first name on the site, it was pretty generic enough. You had also moved out of the old apartment that you shared not long after you broke up so he didn’t recognize the address.

Moments later, you both burst out laughing. It was hysterical, really.

“Well, this is awkward,” you croaked.

“Uhm…I could just go?” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at each other in silence. His eyes rake you from bottom to top and you suddenly feel a little self-conscious.

You’d forgotten that you decided that you wanted to look extra hot tonight–a silky slip dress that clung onto every curve and a thigh-high slit.

“Can I at least offer you a drink? For old time’s sake?” You gave him a polite smile and opened the door wider.

He hesitates for a second but only to confirm that you were sure about letting him in. Once you gesture for him to come in, he obliges, and you tell him to make himself at home.

When you go back into the kitchen to retrieve the champagne, you remember something and go into your storage closet.

You balance the bottle of champagne and a banker’s box and set it in front of him while you pop the bottle.

He chuckles when he opens the box. It was filled with some belongings that he left behind when he moved out.

“Oh wow…I thought I had lost these 45’s,” he remarks while he holds up a couple of vintage vinyl records that he purchased when you were together.

“Yep, it’s all there,” you tell him after pouring champagne into glass flutes that you set out.

“I’m surprised you hadn’t thrown these out,” he murmured while he superficially rifled through his things..

You’d hung onto this box for nearly a year. One would say for sentimental reasons but no matter how much it hurt when you broke up, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away his personal belongings. You’d sooner donate them to the nearest charity consignment store.

You shrug your shoulders at him when you settle on the couch next to him. “I wouldn’t dare throw away classics,” you answer him quietly.

He gave you a rueful smile. “Well, I appreciate it.”

You pick up a champagne flute, hand it to him and clink your glass against his.

“So, Taehyung…what have you been up to?” You ask after taking a sip of champagne.

He laughs heartily, nearly choking on his drink as you follow suit.

You drink in silence for a minute, staring, waiting for the other to speak first.

“Are–”

“How–”

You both break into laughter again. He gestures, signaling that he yields the conversation to you.

“How have you been?” You ask him.

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m…doing pretty good, too.”

“I see that. Nice place,” he remarked after he gave the room a brief once-over.

“Yeah. I got a promotion about a year ago. That’s the only reason I can afford this spot. Otherwise, I would have moved in with Yuri.”

He nods softly. “Yuri…” he repeats your friend’s name. “How is she?”

“She’s fine. She still hates your guts,” you added jokingly. “But…she was actually my ticket to your little operation here.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Oh…well, thanks for the heads up on that. Wouldn’t want to answer her booking.”

You laughed. “She has her usual, I think? So maybe you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Still, though. Would not want to cross paths with her!”

You both take sips of your drinks again.

“Does this mean you’re not seeing anyone currently?” He asks.

You scoffed. “You think I’d be booking escorts if I was seeing anyone?”

His shoulders lifted. “We have clients who are…” he paused to think of the right term. “You could say, attached.”

You were shocked. “Really?”

“Oh, of course. That’s why part of the service is discretion.”

You puckered your lips and squinted one eye at him. “Have you ever gone out with somebody who was married?”

He kept his face neutral. “What do you think?”

You stared at his blank expression for a bit, trying to get a read on him–then your eyes widened. “Kim Tae-hyung!” You gasped.

“I won’t confirm nor deny,” he laughed before downing the rest of his champagne.

“You’re a savage,” you say to him.

He raised his hands innocently. “I never said anything, YN!”

******

You and Taehyung had been so distracted in getting caught up in each other’s lives that you barely noticed that over an hour had passed.

You were attempting to sit up, recovering from laughing so hard from some anecdote that you were bonding over. When he helps you up, the strap of your dress slips off your shoulder.

“Oops!” You giggle, clumsily trying to reach for the strap, which you couldn’t seem to get a grip of.

“Here, let me.” He leaned closer, finger curling around the strap to slide it back up your shoulder. His hand lingered there for a bit. It sent a shiver down your spine.

His face was too close to yours, it took all of your energy to tear your eyes away from his mouth. They drift to the empty bottle of alcohol instead.

You cleared your throat. “Excuse me while I put this away,” was all you could say before gripping the neck of the bottle for dear life while you walked towards your kitchen.

You bent down to open up the cabinet under the sink, where you kept your recycle bin and dropped the bottle there.

When you turned around, you see that he was standing right behind you.

“I thought that maybe you needed some help?”

You straighten your posture and cock your head slightly. “You thought I needed help putting an empty bottle away?”

“Among other things,” he says with a low voice then suddenly holds up the empty champagne flutes and the appetizer plate that you had laid out. You hadn’t even noticed that he held anything in his hands.

You chuckled and walked towards him, taking the dishes from his hands, making sure that your fingers brushed against his.

“You’re a guest. You should just sit and relax.”

You turned back around towards the sink. While you wash and rinse the glasses, he stands beside you, watching your every move.

You eyed him from your peripheral and poked him on his side to knock him into his senses. “What’s up with you? You act like you’ve never seen me wash dishes before or something.”

“I just didn’t think I’d see you again.“

“To be honest, I thought you’d be off the Mediterranean coast or someplace where it’s warm and sunny all the time.”

He chuckles. “It was fun getting lost at first…then reality set in and I had to come back.”

“You should have just told reality to fuck off.”

That made him double over in laughter. “Wow, YN! I love this new side of you.”

You turned the tap off. “Shut up, don’t patronize me,” you smiled. “Just saying. Things don’t always have to be heavy.”

“You’re right,” he agrees emphatically.

You picked up the clean dish and dried it with a towel. When you were done, you walk to the cabinet closest to him. It was a tight squeeze so you brushed past him. You distantly hear him inhale sharply.

With that reaction, you decide to play a little game with him. The champagne has long-settled into your veins. You stand on your toes to reach up and place the dish back on its shelf. It didn’t really belong there but you knew the effect it would have when you reached up that high and with your hemline being lewdly short.

You see his reflection on the glass, watching your dress hike up, revealing a hint of your ass to him. You linger there for a bit, pretending to push the dish securely in place.

When you were satisfied, you turned back around to finish up with the champagne flutes, brushing past him again. You picked up a glass from the sink to dry it.

“I know what you’re doing,” his voice has a hint of warning.

“What?” You ask with a straight face.

“You’re trying to seduce me,” He states.

“Me? No,” you deny innocently, picking up the second glass to dry it.

“Oh,” his face fell slightly. “I was gonna say, if you were…it’s working.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “And why would I need to seduce you? Isn’t that what I’m paying you to do?”

He laughed huskily. “It is. But I’m always up for a role-switch.”

You stopped and set the glass down on the counter. “And what makes you think that I’d be into that?”

He shrugged. “The thrill of it?”

You said nothing but the look on your face confirmed his suspicions.

“I will say, though—I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

You scoffed. “Guess that cockiness hasn’t gone away since we last saw each other, huh?”

He smirked then leaned in closer. “I seem to remember you liking it…the cockiness.” He put more emphasis on that syllable.

You licked your lips, shifted your weight where you stood and suddenly switched tact. “You know that I was heartbroken when you left me?”

His expression softened and traces of guilt marred his face. “I’m…I’m sorry. I was just feeling…I don’t know…like, I couldn’t give you all of me. And I knew you deserved better.”

You chuckled and folded your arms across your chest. “That sounds like such bullshit.”

He remained serious. “It’s true. You wanted a future, wanted to get married. I just wasn’t in that place and I didn’t know if I would ever get there–at least, not at the point when you needed me to. I didn’t think it was fair to carry on through that.”

You nodded and stood in silence for a minute, staring at the floor. Afterwards, your eyes flicked up at him. “You know, if this conversation happened six or ten months ago, I probably would have smacked you really hard on your face.”

“And I would have gladly accepted that,” he said sincerely. “You deserve someone who is sure of themselves and on the same page as you are.”

He slowly backed away from you and picked up the dried champagne flutes himself to stow them away. After he shuts the cabinet, he turns and leans back against your kitchen counter.

You exhaled sharply. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve changed my perspective recently. I feel like, for the longest time, I was looking for Mr. Right. And I think that was adding to my frustration.”

He watched carefully as you sauntered towards him. “So, I’ve decided, for my sanity…to settle for Mr. Right-Now.” You brought your face up to his. “Are you up for that?”

The corners of his mouth twitch mischievously. “I’m up for whoever you want me to be tonight.”

“Good. Now give me a kiss and make it all better again,” you quietly demand.

He tilted his chin up and bit into his lower lip. “My friend warned me about this…and when I found out it was you, I couldn’t believe it at first.”

You cocked a challenging eyebrow at him. “People change. You should know.”

“I know. And I like it.” He grabs your face between his hands, forcing you to look up into his determined eyes.

Your mouth opens and he takes advantage of your lapse in willpower, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, exploring and lapping every corner. He’s kissing you, almost violently.

Arousal explodes throughout your entire body as you kiss him back, matching his fervor.

You run your hands across his suited back, your fingers delving into his dark, wavy hair. You knotted through the strands and pulled hard. He groans, a low sexy sound in the back of his throat that reverberates through you.

His hand moves down your body and past the hem of your dress, grazing the back of your thigh, until his fingers are digging into the fleshiest part of your ass. Then he moves between your thighs, brushing over your clothed clit very gently. You jerk at the sensation and you let out a cry of pleasure. He slides his finger under the material and slowly circles your burning core. All you could do is helplessly moan into his mouth as he continues his excruciatingly slow, controlled drives with his fingers.

He broke away from your kiss. While you’re in a pleasure daze, he switches your position around to back you against the kitchen counter. He hooked his fingers onto the band of your thong, pulling it down. When you wriggle out of them, he takes you by surprise when he drops to his knees to lift your dress, propping your leg up onto his shoulder.

You are half-conscious about what he was about to do when you stopped him. Due to the nature of these dates, safety was always a priority. Condoms were always a necessity and oral sex was optional–for obvious reasons.

“W-wait, Taehyung. I thought you didn’t do–”

“I know, we don’t have to, but I want to. I want to please you.” He paces a lingering kiss on your inner thigh and gently suckles on the flesh.

That made your breath hitch. You don’t remember him being this attuned to your needs before. You had great sex then but he didn’t always seem this eager to please you. It certainly brought a different dynamic to the table.

“But if you don’t think–”

“Can I trust you?”

His eyes staring up at you, he confidently answers, “Yes.”

After a brief pause, you lifted your skirt up higher and leaned back. “Continue.”

With your prompting, he wrapped his mouth around your wet heat. You dragged out a deep sigh when he groaned into your core. His tongue relentlessly licked every fold, every crevice. He sucked and teased your clit, making you tug at his hair even tighter.

You felt your left leg start to buckle with your impending orgasm. Just then he replaces his tongue with his thumb and rubs your aching bud. The friction inching you closer and closer as your walls clench at nothing. You sank your teeth deeper into your lower lip making you wince in pleasure.

He slid his ring and middle fingers into you, massaging your tender tissues while his tongue fluttered over your clit. Your mouth went slack and head lolled back in pleasure while your hips rocked against his face.

“Your cunt is so sweet,” he murmurs against your folds. “It’s just as I remember it.” He gripped both your ass cheeks and brought your center closer to his mouth.

What a difference a year made. You don’t remember him being this good with his mouth but you didn’t really care about how he was back then. Right now, his tongue and lips were goading you into an orgasm.

“I just want to spread you out and lick you until you beg for my cock.”

While one hand gripped at his head, your other hand clung onto the edge of the counter. “I can beg now, if you want,” you breathed out, your climax threatening.

“You’re so fucking wet and ready for me. I want to hear you say my name when you cum.”

And just like that, you fell apart with a drawn out, high-pitched moan, mouthing his name incoherently. You were desperately trying to catch your breath, but he didn’t let you. Next thing you knew, he was upright, lifting you off your feet, bringing you both into the bedroom.

After he sets you on the mattress, you shed the rest of your clothing.

You made quick work of undoing his jeans, his cock already visibly straining against his boxers.

The moment he pulls them down, your mouth starts to water. He had such a pretty cock. The memories begin to stir again.

As if reading your mind, he shakes his head.

“Tonight is all about your pleasure, baby,” He brushes his fingers to your cheek and seals his mouth over yours once more.

He moves lower, placing wet kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone, stopping to suck on each perked nipple.

Before you knew it, he was back down between your legs, sinking his mouth on your cleft–as if he just hadn’t had his fill of you in the kitchen.

“Fuu…uuck,” you choked out as you felt the deep suction from his mouth. Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, back arching as Taehyung pinned your hips to the bed and fluttered his tongue across your folds.

Your vision started to blur as your core tightened with another threat of an orgasm. Your pulse quickened with the steady feel of him humming into your center.

Your thighs quake with another building orgasm threatening to attack you from every direction, and your grip on his hair increases. He gets the message, sucking on your clit harder and more frequently. The strokes of his fingers become firmer as you're bulldozed by pleasure and rocketed skyward. Then your mind goes blank, except for the bliss of release riding through you.

Holy fucking shit!

He reached down on the floor to where his trousers were to grab some condoms out of his pocket.

When he settles back into the mattress, he’s cradled between your thighs. Not long after, you feel the wet, slippery head of his hardon push in. Your mind is a jumble of thoughts, but then he rests on his elbows and gazes down at you, like you're the only thing that exists in his world.

You move your hands so your palms are on either side of his face.

“God, I forgot how sexy you sound when you cum,” he says softly as you stare up into his eyes, drowning in them, pleasure and desire flooding between you. You smooth your thumb across his moist lips and slide it into his mouth, withdrawing slowly and resting the tip on his bottom lip. He plants a light kiss on the end and smiles down at you as he lifts his hips while maintaining your eye contact, my pelvis shifting to meet him.

You sigh in pure, unapologetic pleasure as he slowly, unhurriedly and reverently slides deep inside of you. You close your eyes and slip your hands to the back of his head as he fills you completely. He holds still, his cock pulsing inside you. His breathing changes to quick, fast bursts of breath--it was a familiar trait. He was struggling to maintain control.

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you,” he says between pants.

You force your eyes open and gasp a little when you feel him jerk inside you. “I missed this pussy,” he whispers, his voice cracking. You inhale sharply at the words.

“Hmmmfuck, yessss, Taehyung–fuck me harder…”

You know he’s in a lust-filled daze and to be honest, so were you.

His hips surge at your prompting. Your hands fall away from his head and squeeze at your breasts. He circles his hips into you, drawing a collective moan from both of you.

He withdraws and pushes deep and high. You try to rein in your scattered thoughts, but a deep groan escapes. He places his hands over yours, pinning your wrists on either side of your head.

Thrust. “Taehyung!”

“So good.” Thrust.

“Fuck!” He pulls back and rams back in.

“Ah!” He stills on a few deep breaths. He withdraws and slowly plunges back in.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Taehyung?” You ask, shifting your hips up to capture the deep penetration.

“Yeah…you want me to?” He pants.

You reached up with a free hand and rested it against his throat. “Fuck, yes. I want you to cum hard for me,” you breathed out.

He lowered his neck against your touch. You didn’t close in on his flesh, even though you were tempted to. “Yes…and I want you to make a mess all over my cock,” he countered. “Want to make you cum again and again.”

He pushes high and grinds firmly, a sweat breaking out across his brow. “Don’t hold out on me, YN.”

His words hit you like a lightning bolt. He’s about to fuck another orgasm out of you. He rams into you repeatedly. Another perfect grind and your internal muscles spasm furiously, tremors inching their way into the center of your nerve endings. Your core stiffens.

“Oh my god…I’m so close…” you cry, throwing your head back.

He hits you with a full, hard strike, and your eyes squeeze shut at the feel of his hips smacking up against your flesh.

You came with a hoarse scream, your breath feels as if it was punched out of you. He stops his movements completely as he goes rigid, his forehead pressed against yours as he growls through his climax.

Your back arches on reflex when the rush reaches its climax and sends you tumbling into the deep pool of pleasure. You cry out again, your body trembling in his hold as the pulsing recedes, slowly and lazily with his continued even strokes, fully emptying himself into you.

Your breaths are rushed and pulses frantic.

The intensity of the last few minutes waning away as he gingerly lifts his head to look down at you. He smiles faintly and slowly withdraws himself, making you wince at the emptiness.

As sanity returns, you open your eyes and turn your head sideways at him. Taehyung is staring up at the ceiling, his expression is soft, tender. You turn to your side, bearing your weight on your elbow, stroking your fingertip on his nose.

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

“You can say that again,” you deadpan.

“We’ve never fucked like that before!”

You exchanged looks and suddenly burst out laughing again. You laugh so hard until your elbow gives out and you’re flat on your back on the mattress.

******

You remained sitting on the bed with the sheets pulled up under your armpits while you silently watched Taehyung get dressed. You reach over by your nightstand.

“Hey, before I forget…”

He turns around to see you holding up an envelope. “YN, I can’t accept that–”

“Can’t? How come? It’s the rate that was agreed upon.”

“It’s what you and he agreed on,” Taehyung says, referring to your original escort. “I was just covering for him.”

You sighed, feeling slightly confused. “Look, Taehyung…let’s not make this weird–”

“I’m not making it weird! It’s okay, YN. Really,” he chuckled, waving the money off.

“Right but…service was rendered and I’m a paying customer.”

Taehyung paused while smoothing his shirt, looking offended for a second. “YN, I am not taking your money. Just think of it as a random catch-up fuck.” He turns away from the cash that you held out to him, grabs his pants off the floor and sits at the edge of the bed to put them on.

“If we didn’t have history, would you take it?” You say to him while his back is turned towards you.

He pauses again and you see his shoulders slump over slightly. You scoot closer to the edge of the bed, and sit next to him, still dressed in your bra and panties.

“Look, Taehyung–I didn’t think I’d ever see you again–much less, in this setting. But, business is business, right? I know the night started off awkward but…I hope that we wouldn’t end it on that note.”

He sighed heavily then looked up and returned your gaze, giving you a small smile in return. “I’ll only accept this if you let me take you out for dinner tonight.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle at his acquiescence. “Fine.” You present the money to him again and he takes it this time.

You rise from your bed and walk towards the bathroom to clean up. “I’m still a cheap date, by the way,” you call out past your shoulder.

He laughed again as he stood up to finish buckling his belt. He knew exactly where he'd be taking you.

******

“Mmm…godddd, that hits the spot right there,” you moaned in appreciation.

Taehyung watched you suck the sauce off from your thumb while you savored your taco. La Corneta was a frequent late-night ritual for you and him back when you were together. It’s been ages since you’ve stopped by this taco truck.

You’d almost forgotten how delicious their carnitas tacos were–especially after sex.

“Don’t tease me like that,” he remarked with a warning.

You paused mid-bite. “What? Give me a break, I haven’t been here in a while.”

“Really?” He asks in disbelief. “You always said you loved the tacos here.”

“I know,” You nodded, taking a bite out of a chip with some salsa. “Haven’t been back since we split up.”

His face falters a little from guilt, but he doesn’t make it obvious. “I see,” he says softly, picking up another tortilla chip and holding it to his mouth.

“It’s just that…I usually had a craving for this place after we’ve had a good night of fucking.”

His ears perk up and his eyes lift up at you.

“And I haven’t had that in a while so…” you give him a knowing look before trailing off, taking another bite of your taco.

He shifted in his stool and leaned in. Not that the bistro-style table and chair wasn’t small enough for you to sit closer but he wanted to whisper in your ear. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

After you swallow your last bite, you turn your head to him, and lick the excess sauce off your lips. “I’m just saying…I really love these tacos.”

He smiled then his eyes drifted to your mouth. He reached out to swipe the corner, then licked the leftover sauce off his finger. “I do, too.”

He walked you back to your apartment and you ended the night with a hug going your separate ways.

When you laid in bed, you stared at your phone screen. There were two icons on your BFE app now–two escorts you’ve ordered. Your finger hovered over Taehyung’s icon. Although the sex was unbelievable, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see him again.

Sure, the app guaranteed some layer of anonymity but this was something that you did not foresee. The beauty of the service was the no-frills, uncomplicated nature of it. And you wanted this to remain your own thrilling secret.

You swiped at the row for Taehyung’s icon and a red button appeared, prompting you to confirm whether you wanted to delete it from your history.

The inner turmoil ate at you but there have been too many hassle-free orgasms for you to stop. With a groan, you push the power button on your phone to lock your screen, effectively canceling any action you were trying to execute.

You place your phone back on the nightstand and sink into your pillow and sheets. When you take a deep breath, you catch his scent still lingering in your bedroom and you feel the faintest flutter in your belly.

Guess you would just count down the days until your next fix. It might even warrant another late-night trip to the taco truck!

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

If you loved it, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn’t like it so much, I would still like to hear about it. Help me become a better writer! 💜

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moccahobi · 10 months

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A FAE’S BREW TO TAKE YOU AWAY [CHAPTER 22]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: Anxiety

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, (potentially) major character death, major angst, emotional distress, alcohol, verbal fight, anxiety

Word Count: 1.7k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild

Chapter 21 >> Masterlist << Chapter 23

Ba-BOOM

Jungkook's heart was racing in his ears, barely downing out his thoughts, which quickly flashed from one idea to the next, one emotion to the next. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening.

But it was real. It had happened. Somehow. It happened.

Nayeon twitched in his hand. She was safe. Jungkook and Taehyung protected her from them. Looking up, Jungkook watched as Taehyung cautiously returned from the apartment door, sighing deeply and shaking his head.

"That was…" Jungkook started, his voice rough and awkward in the silent apartment.

"Horrible."

"Yeah."

Neither of them seemed to have more words to share then, instead they slowly went about cleaning up the apartment. The longer that the silence stewed around them, the more Jungkook's heart ached with upset. How dare Namjoon expect Jungkook to hand over a living creature for his experiment! All because of their friendship… Was that all their friendship was to Namjoon?

A tea cup, full of steamy hot tea, was placed on Jungkook's desk. With a mumbled "thank you" he went about drinking his tea. How Jungkook made it to his desk, he barely knew, the world passing by in an odd mix of nothing. He was barely processing anything. The world could've ended in a mass of fire and fights and Jungkook may not have noticed, his mind was focused solely on Namjoon's harsh words.

Not much time must’ve passed though because the next thing Jungkook remembered was Taehyung coming around, a somber look on his face. He was still in the clothes from the… situation.

Worry was clear on his face as he crouched down in front of Jungkook and started talking, “I know you’re in shock… but we need to get Y/n out of here fast. I don’t trust them to not return soon to get to her again.”

Jungkook worried about this too… but he didn’t quite know where to take her and she was passed out so she wouldn’t be able to help. They’d have to wait until much later to be able to take her home, and in the meantime, she was a sitting duck.

So was Jungkook and Taehyung.

But leaving Y/n somewhere in the woods or staying with her weren’t safe options either. There wasn’t a safe option that they could easily rely on. This was such a horrible situation.

“Hyung… will she be safe if we leave her there unconscious?” Jungkook’s voice felt weak and he felt himself tear up as he spoke.

This barely felt real.

“I… I don’t know but she isn’t safe here.”

“We can protect her here. Can we please wait until she wakes up before going?” His voice was wobbly as he asked, the first of many tears escaping from his eyes.

Taehyung sighed and nodded before sitting up more and hugging Jungkook tightly. His hug was warm and comforting and Jungkook tried to hide himself in Taehyung’s broad chest (curse his own broad chest and big muscles for making it hard). Anxiety and sadness crashed over Jungkook, seizing his lungs aggressively, and not letting his body go for far too long. The warmth emanating from Taehyung’s body was a welcome anchor to the real world. As he got lost in the angry sea full of swirling anxiety, Taehyung was there to reel him back in, hold him present. He couldn’t get lost in his anxiety with Taehyung there.

Somehow, Jungkook found him returning to the present, the angry waters of his mind calming and leaving him snotty and tearful. It felt like he’d run a marathon with how tired and light headed he was now but his mind was empty and for that, he was thankful. Taehyung made no notice of Jungkook’s water and snot works, instead he pulled Jungkook in tighter and rubbed his back.

“I am here for you Jungkook-ah. Hyung will protect you.” Taehyung said quietly, his words were barely louder than a whisper and yet Jungkook felt them stronger than he’d ever felt anyone’s words.

Taehyung was here for him.

Taehyung would protect him.

Jungkook nodded numbly and watched as Taehyung finally separated from him and handed him a tissue. The night passed in a blur as he sat and waited for Taehyung to give him anything or prompt him to do something. Eat. Clean up. Set an early morning alarm. Use the bathroom. He did it all dutifully and found himself laying in bed much earlier than he ever had before.

Apparently Taehyung wanted to have them leave for some place tomorrow morning whether Y/n woke up or not.

Did Jungkook fall asleep then though?

Of course not.

He found himself staring up at the ceiling, his mind rushing through every possible option tomorrow. At some point he did fall into a restless sleep but when his alarm shocked him up, he found himself more tired than the night before. Yet he had woken up the next day at the ass crack of dawn and was ready to leave somehow.

Y/n was still asleep but according to Taehyung, she had gotten up at some point last night and talked a bit so hopefully the plan could still go smoothly.

It was time to get her back to her home.

The ride was painfully quiet, an air of sadness hanging over all of them. No one had energy to talk on the ride nor put on music. Part of Jungkook wanted to ask Taehyung how he was feeling about this. Y/n and him clicked in a way that Jungkook and her hadn’t and Jungkook wanted to how how Taehyung felt about Y/n, this situation, saying bye to her like this. Any and all of it.

Distantly, Jungkook recalled some of the areas they passed from his hike that originally led to him finding Y/n but the longer the drove, passed winding hills and rice fields, the less he recognized the area. He rarely ever went further than an hour on the bus to get places and didn’t want to ask friends with cars for rides. This was only a 40 minute drive so far and yet it felt so removed from the bustling city and the hiking trails he’d been on before.

“Where are we going, hyung?” He finally asked, looking around at the wholly unfamiliar area that they'd driven into.

“Last night I was thinking of where I’d initially seen Y/n. She was at the meadows that I took photos at. That’s what Hoseok recognizes her from. He stole some of my film with photos of her on it.” Taehyung coughed before continuing, “Well… I figured, she probably lives near the meadow I saw her at. Might as well go there and if we need to go elsewhere, we have time.”

Jungkook nodded but he couldn’t shake off his sense of foreboding. Something was looming over him and taunting him. It was likely a hold over from yesterdays’ happenings and yet he couldn’t shake it. Trying to calm himself, he looked outside and focused on the pretty fields and beautiful skies. The weather was nice out and nothing bad would happen today. It was too pretty out.

All would work out today.

He had to tell himself that at the very least or else he wouldn’t have managed the final thirty minutes of the drive. At some point Y/n woke up, fluttering around a bit before settling in Jungkook’s lap. She was so light that he barely perceived her sitting down but as he watched her wiggle around and get comfortable, he found some comfort settle in. She wasn’t protesting this, and actually seemed to recognize some of the areas. With a foggy brain, he followed Taehyung along a somewhat faded trail up a large hill, Y/n sitting comfortably in his pocket.

God. He wished he was sitting in someone’s pocket. That’d be so much easier.

When they finally made it up the hill, they were looking out at a greening meadow with small spots of purple sprinkled throughout. It stole Jungkook’s breath away. Now wonder Taehyung wanted to photograph this area. It was so beautiful. There was even a gently rolling river next to it. Jungkook wanted to live here now.

Y/n made a small squeaking noise and started jumping in Jungkook’s pocket, spurring on a laugh. She recognized this area it seemed. She’d be leaving soon.

Sadness grew in Jungkook. Sure he’d only known Y/n for a short while but all the time they’d had together was wonderful and had opened Jungkook’s eyes to a world he hadn’t known before. One look at Taehyung and Jungkook knew that he felt similar. They wouldn’t have time to give her a proper goodbye either… not one where they can have a conversation at least.

With some sumbling, Jungkook found himself in the middle of the meadow, slowly swirling around to see everything. It was so beautiful. Maybe he’d be able to visit Y/n some time at this meadow. He looked down and watched as Y/n pointed towards the woods.

She must live a little in the woods.

*snap*

“Listen hyung--” Namjoon’s recognizable voice cut through the quiet and serene meadow.

“No. This is correct. I am sure.”

Jungkook’s head snapped over to Taehyung, eyes wide with fear.

They were here.

Jungkook was frozen as he looked up at the trail they’d come down a few minutes earlier. This wouldn’t bode well.

As if the meadow agreed, a rough wind pushed against Jungkook, the sky darkening worryingly. Namjoon’s whining was being drowned out by the wind which quickly and violently turned into sheets upon sheets of rain. Rushing over to Taehyung, Jungkook passed Y/n over to him without saying a word before running (well hobbling) up the trail to try to stop them from nearing this area. Potentially Jungkook could stall them long enough that Y/n will be long gone.

#wkcnet #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts taehyung x reader #bts v x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts angst #bts supernatural au #bts fairy au #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts fan fiction

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larryhaylik · 1 year

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guess who's back

tomorrow, i might be a tiny bit wiser

on AO3, updated, well, somewhat regularly

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationship: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Established Relationship; Alternate Universe - College/University; Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Omega Min Yoongi | Suga; Alpha Kim Taehyung | V; Fluff; Relationship Issues; Hurt/Comfort; Domestic Fluff; Intimacy; Teasing

Summary:

"That enthusiasm will be gone in a week, mark my words," Yoongi grumbled and turned on his other side to bury his face in Taehyung's hip.

"Will it, though?" Tae teased as he ran his fingers gently through Yoongi's almost white, fluffy hair. "You know me, I don't get unenthusiastic easily."

"Higher education will get that out of you, I promise."

"You realise that your promises don't fill me with confidence, right?"

"Rude," Yoongi huffed, stretched and slowly sat up. The thin black t-shirt was swallowing him up like a black hole, and Taehyung reminded himself to remind Yoongi to eat a bit more. A diet that at least somewhat resembled a normal one would be fine.

"Morning," Taehyung said gently, running his nose over Yoongi's soft cheek, and felt him smile.

"Morning, love."

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After a year apart, Taehyung finally moves to university to join his mate Yoongi. Good times and difficult times abound.

The Teagi prequel to Tell me your story, I wanna hear your voice. Can be read separately and/or as first in the series.

come read, we're on chapter 2

#ao3 #ao3 update #ao3 works #ao3 author #fan fiction #fan fic #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts v #bts taehyung #min yoongi #kim taehyung #taegi #방탄소년단

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asyaam · 1 year

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«луна опускается за горизонт, уступая место солнцу, что не досчитывается в королевских покоях юного принца.

луна-грешница его спрятала, никто больше не найдёт.»

либерти

#aestethic #bts v #bts taehyung #taehyung #bts #quotes #fanfic #fan fiction #liberty

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lynnloveshobi · 2 years

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i just sat there and counted how many drafts i have in my google docs of ff to write (all of them bangtan themed).

THERE'S 97 IDEAS.

97.

NINETYSEVEN.

and i keep adding more everyday

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haechanhues · 2 years

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H O U S E O F C A R D S

summary : you want more and to certify that for yourself - you learn to play the game and collect your cards.

chapter eleven : kim taehyung

masterlist | prev / next

#ficscafe #kflixnet #bts fic #bts taehyung fic #bts taehyung imagines #bts taehyung scenarios #bts taehyung fan fiction #bts v imagines #bts v scenarios #bts v fluff #bts taehyung fluff #bts social au #bts #kim taehyung #bts angst #bts fluff #bts v angst #bts taehyung angst

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gulserenntt · 7 months

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"Ben,ölümünü tabloya çizecek kadar uçuk ve kaçık bir ressamım sevgilim."

Wattpad'de Taegi ile ilgili fic yazıyorum okumak isterseniz eğer kullanıcı adım

Hange-zoe;gsnxnzha

#bts #bts taegi #taegi fic #bts taehyung #bts yoongi #bts v #bts suga #wattpad #my fic #fiction #kurgu #fan fiction #fan fic writing #fan fic author

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jiminsass-istant · 4 months

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Colour : Jimin

I think about Colour : Freedom part of the photo folio a lot. It's literally my roman empire. I think about it at least thrice a day. (Contd.)

Perhaps I wouldn't think about it so much if it was just for an album concept. But we know that all photo folios were self directed. The members had full creative freedom and creative help. Jimin decided to show us 'parts of himself'. He called this particular look 'unrefined boy' and even compared this look to HYYH concepts. For some reason, Jimin has always been attached to HYYH, that album holding a very special meaning for him. Even tattoed 'young forever' on himself. I digress.

So they had full creative freedom to decide the elements put into this photoshoot. And one CANNOT argue that he just did what the stylists asked him to. Jimin won't let these elements into a photoshoot that shows sides of 'HIMSELF' if he wasn't aware of the implications. The lights, the symbolism, the outfits, the temporary tattoos, the props. I repeat, these photos are not for an album or a magazine or a song or a commercial. They're just to represent him. Some other members decided to do more conceptual/fictional shoots- jk with vampire aesthetic, V with vintage european aesthetic, jin with concepts related to sea. But Jimin clearly said he wanted to show different sides of himself.

Now one might say, he was just trying to show his 'gender neutral charm'. But there are so many ways to do that, instead of inserting obvious queer elements. We have other 'gender neutral' charm artists and kpop idols. He could have just shown the feminine and masculine sides, busts of artemis, apollo with gender neutral clothes. But he had to write 'free love' on his arm, and wear THAT t-shirt.

Same with the Robert Mapplethorpe pants in Like Crazy MV. He won't wear pants with some dude's face on it, for the title song about his own experience, for an album about his own self, and NOT ask the stylist about the face on his pants. The same pants that will be immortalised in Youtube forever in his debut title track MV. Jimin knows who that dude is. A 1-minute google search will tell you that Mapplethorpe was a well known celebrity photographer, famous for striking bnw photos and controversial shoots. Notable ones being - the one where he blurs the boundaries of genders, female and male nudes, gay male BDSM photography etc.

I remember how once there was massive backlash on BTS because one of the members was seen wearing a tshirt with the Japan atom bombs attack print on it with the text 'liberation of korea'. I might be wrong. But that made a lot of noise and even a BTS radio show in japan was cancelled. So you cannot tell me that bts members are not careful with what they wear, especially after that incident.

I know a lot of 'woke' armies said we shouldn't assume things about him. But..we aren't blind either. So I guess it's -

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

We'll never get to see all the layers of his personality on camera and that's alright. And no, we'll never ever get to know any possible queer life experience related to him. (Keyword: possible) There are limits to what he shows to fans.

Thinking of putting down some more thoughts on the entire photofolio. I observed there's a story in it too. Maybe someday.

PS: I hope you realise that I'm not talking from a shipper perspective. That is about something Jimin is actively expressing, not about what fans speculate/analyse. This post is about Jimin and Jimin only.

Tags are only for me.

#colour jimin #jimin thoughts assistant

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insfiringyou · 2 years

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BTS - Pottery Class (Max x Cassandra) & (V x Da-eun)

Contains: smut, fluff, first meetings.

Set a month following Christmas Morning, Cassandra and Max go on a date.

You can find out more about our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline here and more about our headcanon girlfriends here.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & our full masterlist of fanart and fanfictions can be found here

If you wish to follow all member’s storylines in chronological order from the beginning, you can find them listed here.

Rated content below the cut

Max smiled as he tucked in the edges of the small, blue shirt; its miniature size almost comical on the child’s small frame. Gabriel was surprisingly still for him, though his hips wriggled when he got to the back, rocking from side to side in his likewise scaled-down boots which Cassandra had tied carefully for him earlier, making sure to double-knot. Looking up, he could only see the back of her head; her long, dark waves cascading down the back of her dress where the ends skimmed the edge of her waistband; the navy garment cinched in with a tie belt. She was waiting at the window, fingering the edges of the plain, dark curtains expectantly and it wasn’t until Max drew up to his full height and touched her shoulder gently she turned around with a little, startled jolt. Her eyes moved from him to her child, almost apprehensively.

“Is he ready?” She asked.

Max nodded. “Looking smart. Is his bag packed?”

She nodded, gesturing towards the hallway. “All ready.” Looking back, she drew away from the sill quickly. “I think that’s his car.”

Automatically, Max bent down to address the child, knowing full-well the shirt would likely be covered in food by the end of the day, but appreciating the amusingly formal attire Cassandra had picked out for him. Despite his age, it already suited him and he undeniably looked stylish, or as stylish as it was possible for a three year old to look. “Are you ready to go?” He asked with a smile, an exaggerated excitement evident in his tone.

The child grinned, clutching his hands together at his chest. “Yes!”

His expression was contagious and Max smoothed his dark hair lightly, teasing a curl. “Good boy. You’ll be good for your dad won’t you?”

His arms outstretched, holding them out to the taller gentleman. “Daddy!”

Max’s expression softened as Cassandra moved between them, reaching for his hand and steering her son towards the hallway.

“Daddy’s waiting outside for you.” She corrected, giving Max a knowing look as he held back, allowing her to answer the door. He busied himself in the living room as he heard the twist and click of the lock, wanting to give them some privacy. There was a clutter of toys on the floor and he scooped them up one by one as Cassandra’s voice drifted through the gap in the door.

“He’s got everything he needs.”

“How’s he been?” A familiar voice said, stifled a little by the sound of the street outside as a car drove past.

“...up all night. You’ll probably get some quiet time.” She sounded tired and Max wondered whether that had been the primary cause for her anxious demeanour this morning. After making them breakfast she had been pacing a little, running her hands through her long locks as she watched the clock. Then again, they hadn’t been on a date in god knows how long, if ever. He wasn’t sure whether those brief coffee breaks had counted as dates, while Cassandra watched Gabriel in the play area of the cafe with one eye. Nor those classes he ran after hours, where they both had time to talk, while the baby, only a year old at the time, had sat asleep in his car seat in the corner; tucked in tightly the way he liked which seemed to prevent him from waking up and crying. Being alone together was a luxury they had only been granted recently, while his father took him out for the day, and often it involved them cleaning the house before crashing on the sofa together until it was time to pick him up. Overnight stays had been a lifesaver, allowing Cassandra the time to sleep off her exhaustion from the day before and giving them a chance to be intimate. She had been cautious at first, worrying the child would ask for her and not wanting to leave him for so long, but she had been getting better at that. Taehyung was reassuring and Gabriel always returned with a smile on his face. Perhaps she was fretting needlessly.

“Has he eaten?” Max heard the man say, but her reply was cut off by another passing car.

“...some snacks.” She paused. “Just wait until he’s hungry.”

He could almost picture the man’s sombre nod, he always seemed so serious. “I got a new car seat.”

“Good, he was outgrowing the old one.”

Max detected the small smile in her voice before she hesitated, growing quiet.

“Is that her?”

He didn’t hear the response but his ears pricked up interestedly, suspecting he knew who she was talking about. He was a little surprised; the other man only spoke of her briefly during conversations and she had never, to his knowledge, accompanied him on his visits.

“Is she shy?” Cassandra asked, not unkindly.

“...better if she waited.” Taehyung said, the first half of the sentence obscured and lost as the pair moved away from the doorway and into the street.

“I don’t bite.” Cassandra said softly, her voice clearer; the lilting rises and falls of her accent more familiar to him. “She can come and say hello.”

The door was left open but he could no longer hear the exchange as they seemingly walked away, towards the car. Max considered moving to the window to catch a glimpse of the young woman in question; suddenly curious as to what she looked like, but decided against it, distracted instead by the throw on the sofa which had come loose from its tucked-in confines and the scatter of pillows which had fallen to the floor. When he straightened up, satisfied the room looked presentable, Cassandra’s voice returned as she handed the other man the small rucksack she had packed earlier.

“Have fun…” She said gently, the tone of her voice unreadable among the background noise, followed by the sound of the door closing. He turned to the hallway door as she walked into the room, his eyes drawn to the fabric of her dress which wrapped around her body elegantly. The belt, tightly drawn in accentuated her hips and bust; the small glimmer of cleavage attractive and a little sexy. It was different to what she usually wore around the house; though her plain blue jeans always seemed sexy to him too, in an understated way. He sometimes wondered how she managed to pull them off so effortlessly. She smiled appreciatively, noticing he had tidied up, and he felt a shift in her mood. Perhaps having Gabriel dressed and out of the house had put her more at ease.

“Do you want to get changed?” He asked cheerfully, feeling his own emotions lifting along with hers.

She looked down, brushing the edge of the fabric with her long, spindly fingers. “Should I dress up?” Her eyebrows knitted together and he shook his head softly.

“I was thinking you might want to wear something you don’t mind getting messy.” He clarified.

Her smile widened. “I don’t tend to get messy.”

Max laughed, walking over and talking her hand in his. “But I’m not so good.” He admitted. “You can wear something of mine.”

She hesitated, fingers loosely wrapped around his, but eventually she nodded. “If you insist.”

***

She had taken him up on the offer and paired one of his plain, band tees with her dark skinny jeans; hair tied back in a long ponytail to keep it out of the way. Max had been grateful, when his first attempt on the wheel had caused somewhat of a mess to the point he drew away from the spinning device and turned his attention instead to creating something a little more modest. Cassandra peered at the table in front of them with an amused smile.“What’s that supposed to be?”

He looked up, moving his palms away from the clay so she could see. “A turtle.” He blinked seriously. “Can’t you tell?”

She laughed at his expression as it changed, dropping the act. “Maybe if I squint.”

His smile widened and he leaned over to peck her cool cheek, lips tingling at the contact. “You’re too cruel…”

She turned her attention back to the wheel which she started again with a press on the pedal, smoothing the edges of the pot artfully and with an ease he admired. “It’s head looks kind of phallic.” She added mischievously, casting a playful glance in his direction.

He sighed dramatically, eyeing the misshapen lump between his hands with mock disappointment. “Maybe you’re right.”

Her eyebrow crooked. “An ex lover perhaps?”

He grinned easily. “Never this crooked.” He admitted, turning his attention to her as he watched her hands move, almost sensually, along the vase she was creating. It was beautiful to see, how it formed so easily beneath her palms, like she had been doing it all her life. “Have you seen one like this?” He cheerfully asked, a little mockingly.

She shook her head, turning to face him dead on. “Not for a while.”

His head snapped back in laughter, causing a few glances from the opposite side of the room where a few students worked at their own wheels, thankfully at a distance where he doubted they could overhear their conversation. He vaguely wondered if they could speak English. He noticed that despite their formal overgarments, their skill paled in comparison to hers and he voiced his approval happily. “Yours is coming out beautifully.” The corners of her lips upturned in a thankful smile and he pressed on. “I’ll get you some flowers.”

“Thank you.” She murmured gently. “It’ll be spring soon. Tulips would be nice.”

The sound of her voice made his stomach warm pleasantly and he edged his seat a little closer to her. “You’re good with the wheel.”

She paused her movement, bringing the wheel to a stop as she offered him a place. “Why don’t you have a go?”

He paused, a timid smile on his lips. “You saw my attempt earlier...”

Reaching down, she moved the stool aside, giving him room. “I’ll show you…” She protested lightly. “Sit here.”

Hesitantly, he moved the small stool in front of her and sat down, realising he was blocking her view and moving aside a little to give her space beside him. Her hands moved to his, touching them gently as she moved them towards the tall vase, its sloping curves almost echoing her own, and encouraged him to press down with a little more force than he expected. Feeling more secure, he activated the pedal which allowed the smooth clay to spin between his palms, allowing her to guide his hands where needed. They fell silent for a moment; the low chatter from across the room fading into the background, though he noticed a few quick glances in their direction. Perhaps his appearance was novel to them; an unusually tall, pale-haired man with the first, stubbly shadow of a beard being led by a woman who managed to make a pair of jeans look like the epitome of fashion.

“Isn’t this romantic?” She commented, a little dreamily, breaking his trail of thought.

He looked up, a shy smile on his lips. “Maybe if we were alone.”

“They aren’t paying attention.” She dismissed, moving his hands down smoothly; the clay running slipperily between their connected fingers.

“I’ve got it.” He reassured, encouraging her to move away as he took hold of the vase and continued to shape it on his own. She moved back, and he thought he sensed a twinge of disappointment in her expression. Either way, it quickly disappeared as she adjusted the stool next to the table and picked up the diformed turtle distractedly.

“I used to have my own wheel…” She said quietly, thinking. “I don’t know what happened to it.”

He slowed down his movement, bringing the machinery to a stop before looking at her. “Maybe you could get another.”

She shrugged, looking disinterestedly at the object in her hand. “I was attached to my old one…they are quite expensive.”

“Did you make many things?” He asked.

She was quiet for a moment, before shaking her head to herself. “I must have misplaced them.”

The sound of footsteps made them both turn towards the female instructor who walked past their table, signalling she was ready to collect the vase.

“When will they be ready?” Cassandra asked politely in Korean.

“You can collect next week.” The older woman replied, allowing Max to give her space as she worked on the wheel.

“Why does it take so long?” Max asked Cassandra, sticking with English.

“They have to allow it to dry.” She explained in Korean, almost automatically.

“If you want to glaze it you can attend our class next week.” The lady offered.

Cassandra turned to Max hopefully. “That would be nice.” She gestured towards the table, picking up a small ball of the dough-like substance and kneading it against the table with her fingers. “We still have a little left. I might make something quickly.”

Sensing the removal of the vase would take more time than anticipated, Max got up from the chair, allowing the instructor to sit down as she worked on trimming the edges around the bottom with a little wooden tool while he went to wash his hands in the large basin at the other side of the room. Looking down, he observed he had been right to dress down that day; his old jeans were covered in clay and he hoped he had remembered to pack some black garbage bags in the trunk of his car to line the seats when they returned home. Cassandra was chatting away to the instructor as she shaped the ball of clay with her hands, crafting it into a round dish and using a flat-edged tool to create a pattern around the rim. He took his time at the sink, making sure he cleaned his fingernails with the brush at the back before finally heading back towards Cassandra who looked at him with a pleased smile.

“What is it?” He asked.

She shrugged. “Just for trinkets. I like the edges.”

He peered at the pot amusedly. “An ashtray.” He commented, making her laugh.

“I haven’t seen those for a while.”

He shrugged. “Maybe you could start a business.”

She raised an eyebrow to herself, quickly finishing the last of the waved grooves in the brim “How very 90s…”

He took a spare seat beside her. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes.” She looked at him happily. “Are you?”

He smirked. “I think you are better than me.”

“That doesn’t matter.” She dismissed gently and he could see she meant it. His chest once again seemed warm beneath the surface of his skin as he realised how happy she seemed to be in the studio. He remembered seeing that look when they first met; how he had noticed it among his other students; her standing out like a bright star as she painted with the baby on her lap. “It’s nice being out together.” She continued. “Maybe you could start pottery classes at your art centre. That way we could come more often.” Cassandra asked hopefully.

“Mmm.” He murmured, appreciating her suggestion but already thinking of the mess he would have to clean up once the clay ended up in the more unskilled hands of his usual patrons. Looking back, he could see she had already turned her attention back to the sleek trinket tray which she was studying with interest.

“I think I’ll take this one home.” She murmured, getting slowly to her feet.

He picked up his own design, which seemed lumpy and juvenile in comparison. “Do you think Gabriel will like this?”

“The penis turtle?” She quipped dryly.

He smiled good naturedly. “Maybe he could paint it.”

Cassandra nodded. “That’s very sweet of you.”

***

Max had been waiting for her to finish her shower while he got changed into the clothes he had neatly folded in the bottom of her wardrobe. While he had not yet leased his apartment on the other side of town, he found himself staying with her more often than not, and the tall, flatpack piece of furniture was large enough to store both of their clothes along with some of Gabriel’s which no longer fit. Leaning back against the headboard, he checked his watch and was surprised to find it was only four in the afternoon. He had been up early to run the breakfast club at his centre, before returning home once the schools kicked in, and he felt drowsy from the long day. He closed his eyes against the bright light drifting through the window, napping lightly while he waited for Cassandra who he thought was taking longer than usual to clean herself up. Then again, she had been a little more enthusiastic with the clay than he was.

The sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention and he looked up from the pillow, first noticing her shapely silhouette before his eyes focussed and he realised she was clothed in lingerie; an ivory bralette and suspender belt hugged her curves, while her legs were stockinged in sheer material; the garter a jewel-toned green which complimented the silk robe she wore loosely around her shoulders. The attire was old fashioned, but undeniably sexy; he had seen nothing like it, but she pulled it off as she had done the pottery; with an ease and comfort only she could. He was unable to help his grin as she walked towards the bed, her long, wavy hair framing her face and body as she came to a halt.

“Wow!” He exclaimed, resting his weight on his elbows as he sat up.

Her fingers touched the edge of the robe, easing it away from her breasts. “Do you like it?”

“I can’t wait to take it off.” He let out a long breath, already feeling himself stir as she paused at the foot of the bed, a smile tugging on her lips.

“I thought you might like to see me in it longer.” She shrugged.

Max laughed softly, adjusting his position to sit comfortably against the headboard. “Your body is too beautiful.” He explained, holding out his arms when she finally crawled on the duvet, welcoming her body in an embrace. She straddled his hips and he kissed her, opening his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“I’ve had a nice day.” She mused, pulling away to look at him. He captured her cheek in his palm, nodding.

“Me too.” He whispered, one hand moving to cup her covered breast tenderly. “I think it could get better…”

She smiled, leaning into his touch as he squeezed down; her nipple hard beneath the silky material as they kissed once more. He felt her tongue touch his lip and he opened his mouth invitingly, brushing it with his own as she rocked gently in his lap, encouraging him to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. He let out a groan and moved his other hand to her bra, massaging both breasts with his long fingers as he pushed them together before reaching around, beneath the robe, to unfasten the clasp. The material dropped between her arms and he felt beneath to touch her skin, brushing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs as she gasped into his mouth. Almost desperately, he eased the thin material from her shoulders and removed it along with her bra, dropping them both to the floor. The coolness of the room hit her skin and she pulled away; light goose pimples visible on her bare arms as she stopped her movement against him.

“I don’t think…” She started, speaking almost in a whisper. “I can’t remember taking my pill.”

There was a sense of urgency to her voice that encouraged him to move away from her breasts, instead placing his hands firmly against her waist. He thought for a moment, a frown burrowing across his features, before he nodded. “You did.”

She hesitated, biting her lip anxiously and shook her head. “I don’t remember…” She admitted, almost defeatedly. “I was packing.” She explained.

He thought back to this morning, trying to replay the scene as he got home from work and watched her get dressed. “I’m sure you did.” His forehead wrinkled, though he felt certain he had seen her take it.

She fell silent for a moment, before murmuring apprehensively: “Do you have a condom?”

He looked around automatically, eyes moving to the bedside table. “Somewhere.”

She nodded in relief. “I just want to be safe.”

“Of course.”

She pulled away, moving her weight from him as she got off the bed and searched through the chest of draws, raking through bobby pins and half-filled pots of moisturiser before she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a single packet, holding it delicately as she returned to the bed, dropping it on the covers where she could reach it again. “Do you mind?” She asked, looking straight at him. He sensed the worry in her voice and shook his head easily, confused as to why she would ask.

“Why would I mind?” He shrugged.

Satisfied, she smiled; changing her expression as she gestured to him with a single index finger. “Come here…” He sat up, moving forwards to grasp her hips and kiss her passionately as her palm brushed the centre of his crotch. “You’re so hard.” She whispered breathily against his lips, her voice sensual as she squeezed the shape a little roughly.

Max groaned, allowing her to unfasten the button which tied the material together. “You make me hard.” He admitted, lying back when she started work on the second button and eased the fabric away from his waist, pulling his jeans down enough to free his underwear which bulged heavily beneath her touch. Looking up, she met his gaze; tilting her face at an angle which made him twitch.

“Do you want my lips?” She asked, tugging eagerly at the waistband. He nodded, mouth parted as she freed him and wasted no time in wrapping her lips tightly around his reddened tip; her tongue getting to work on licking the precum which was seeping from him. His groans changed pitch at the contact, becoming almost a whine as she massaged the head with the flat side of her tongue; grasping him firmly in her hand which she twisted against her mouth. His groans turned to a series of pants as he watched her take him in more deeply, moving down his shaft which disappeared an inch at a time into her warmth. Almost guiltily, he uttered a cry, signalling he was about to overboil and she quickly withdrew, lightening her grasp and pulling away to remove her suspenders. The clasp on her garter belt was fiddly and Max took the time to calm down, grounding himself by looking away as she slid the sheer stockings down her legs and folded them neatly at the foot of the bed.

When he turned back, his breaths finally slowing, she was unwrapping the condom, tearing the packet carefully and unravelling it from its confines. He eyed her carefully, not wanting to get too worked up again, but couldn’t help casting a glance over her long legs, now bare, and the space between her thighs, where her dark pubic hair stood out against her otherwise pale skin. He sighed as she reached for him, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down with a firm hand.

“You should let me kiss you…” He protested, eyes still fixed on her cunt. She smiled, moving closer as she edged her body over his lower half.

“I want your cock.” She whispered, taking him in one hand while the other gently parted her lips. He watched, almost in fascination, as she lowered herself against him; his tip and shaft slowly disappearing into her warmth as she moved down, eyes tightly closed and mouth parted at the sensation. He threw his head back, partially in response to the sight of her biting her lip which sent a shiver down his spine and a moment later, she moved against him; raising her hips as she fucked him. “Do I feel good?” She asked, watching him lay back against the pillows; the sensation overwhelming.

“Yes.” He groaned, brow furrowing as she switched movements and began rocking against him, grinding her clitoris as her own breath grew heavy. He couldn’t pull his eyes from her as she worked herself to orgasm, letting out a few cries as her eyes bolted shut. A blush spread across her cheeks and bare chest; the contractions of her walls pulsating against him, squeezing him through the condom until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a cry of his own, much louder than hers, he felt himself let go; a sharp, shooting sensation milking him of his energy as he came inside the condom. Cassandra helped him ride it out, not moving against him until he sucked in his breath, a little sensitive as he felt himself soften inside her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered breathily as she carefully moved up, pinching the base of his cock lightly between two fingers as he slipped out of her, almost regretfully.

“Was it good?” She murmured, allowing him to remove the condom while she sat back on her knees.

“It always is.” He nodded, knotting the slippery latex and discarding it with some energy in the trash can across the room. He looked back as she stepped off the bed, fully nude and glowing with her blush. Max joined her side, kissing her lips lovingly. “I’m so lucky.”

Cassandra watched as he pulled away and sleepily perched on the edge of the bed. “I should go pee.” She mumbled, leaving him alone in the room while he rubbed his tired eyes, trying to focus on the room but failing massively. He heard the sound of the chain flushing, followed by the running of the bathroom tap and he leaned back against the covers, tucking his legs onto the bed. His cock, now deflated, lay slightly curved against his thigh as he settled against the covers, closing his eyes for just a moment.

The sound of the draws opening beneath the wardrobe made him open them again as Cassandra slipped into a fresh pair of underwear; plain black and unfussy.

“Are you napping?” She smirked, looking up.

He nodded lazily, holding out his arms. “Join me.” He gently urged. “It’s been a long day.” Before he had time to see her response, his eyes had already shut, though he felt her weight against him some minutes later; her body warm and soft as she turned away to face the magnolia wall. He thought about spooning her, though couldn’t be sure whether his arm had actually moved before sleep enveloped him, drawing him down into the darkness.

Unlike Max, her orgasm; a little forced but pleasurable nonetheless, had caused her body to waken even more and she watched the shadows on the wall move with interest as the sun slowly changed positions in the sky; moving down as twilight drew near. His gentle snores eventually started behind her and she tucked herself closer to him, feeling his chest against her back; urging herself to join Max and to make the most of being able to sleep without the bedroom door creaking open every few hours as Gabriel tried to crawl into bed with her. It was sweet really, but meant she was only getting a few hours of shut eye at a time, and eventually he would have to learn how to sleep quietly on his own. Her mind turned to Taehyung and she wondered if he ever let Gabriel sleep in bed with him, or if it was only her who got the unique pleasure of interrupted nap time. Her mind pondered the thought for some time as Max shifted against her, adjusting his position before falling back asleep. She could feel his cock against her; stiffening in the place where it met her lower back, though her acknowledgement of it was vague. The wispy hairs on her arms and legs were raised in the cool temperature of the bedroom as the sun started to set, and she automatically hugged herself tighter, placing her hands between the warmth of her thighs, against the curls of her hair, as her mind drifted.

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed to her that Taehyung let Gabriel sleep with him. After all, he satisfied his every other whim. The thought should have made her angry; after all, he often went against her wishes when it came to treating him to things she herself had forbidden. Chocolate, it seemed, was never off the menu in the Kim household, nor were expensive gifts or trips to the zoo. But instead, there was something comforting about it. At the very least it meant he wasn’t immune to his tantrums and demands. Sometimes having a small child felt like she was being held captive by some miniature monster who wanted to cause her as much stress as was humanly possible. But also, she loved him, and wouldn’t have changed that, she realised, even if she had done certain things differently.

Wide awake, her mind continued to turn and she realised, somewhat reluctantly, that wherever Max had gone, she wouldn’t be able to follow any time soon. With some effort, she got to her feet and padded, light-footedly, across the floor towards the wardrobe, opening it as quietly as possible where she found the dress she had worn earlier, before she had been talked into changing, folded haphazardly on the bottom shelf. She slipped on a bra, followed by the dress and, realising how cold she was, reached for the silk robe lying on the wooden floor.

Behind her, Max stirred once more, rolling over on his side and giving a disgruntled snort. Her stomach churned guilty as she thought of him waking up alone, wondering where she was, and she padded back over to him lightly, giving his bare shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Max?” She whispered, having to repeat herself and tighten her grip a little before he grunted in response. “I’m going out for a bit.” She murmured, keeping her voice low.

He opened one eye groggily, offering a small moan. “Do you want me to go with you?” He eventually asked, voice thick and gruff.

“No…” She let go of his shoulder, wrapping the robe around her body. “You sleep.”

***

The traffic seemed to match her mood; absent and distant. She drove carefully, though got to her destination quicker than anticipated, looking around as she locked the car and walked around the corner. The porch had been painted since her last visit, some time ago, and she looked at the wooden reliefs with curiosity; the floral shapes tipped with subtle goldleaf in places where it had no right to be. Only someone eccentric or incredibly rich would choose such decoration in Seoul; it looked as though it belonged in some Georgian country house in the heart of Derbyshire. Still, the woodwork was undoubtedly oriental in design, and true to its origin. Perhaps the architect would have approved of the change. Her knock was light, and she wondered if he would hear it in such a lofty place. The walls were thick and ceilings tall in his house; just as he liked them. Music was bound to echo tirelessly. Still, she waited before trying again, a little apprehensive at showing up unannounced and wondering if he might still be out at the park with Da-eun; the small, politely timid girl she had met earlier. For the first time that evening, the thought became solid in her mind and suddenly her chest sank. She hadn’t considered she might be interrupting them and she almost turned to go, tucking her little handbag beneath her armpit, when the door opened softly behind her.

“Cass?” His voice was low and cast in doubt and she turned back, seeing him through the small crack in the door which he widened at once, revealing himself fully to her. He had changed since earlier. His black t-shirt was remarkably casual and at once familiar; the Joy Division print on the front one he had worn countless times before, when they first met. She wondered how he had somehow managed to keep hold of it, while all her belongings seemed to grow lost as easily as odd socks in the washing machine. He stepped aside. “What are you doing here?” Looking around, he gestured to her. “Quick, come in.”

She hesitated, almost frozen by the panic in his voice, before following him inside where he shut the door heavily. At once, she looked around - finding the hallway decor likewise unfamiliar. “Am I interrupting?” She asked. The gentle sound of music drifted from a distant room, signalling a moment disrupted, but he seemed confused by her comment.

“What?”

“Is Da-eun still here?” She clarified.

Realising what she meant, he shook his head. “She went home.” He confirmed, voice softening a little to match hers, though still laced with paranoia. “Are you alone?”

“Max is asleep.” She nodded, watching as his eyes moved across her robe where her hands were folded against her, still a little cold from the chilly evening air.

He frowned. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I didn’t see anyone.” She confirmed, a little stubbornly. Her stomach seemed to churn at the tone of his voice, knowing he was protective but finding it all too much.

“I have neighbours Cass.” He hissed loudly.

She turned to him, eyes fixed against his as she raised her own voice. “And don’t you trust them?”

He sighed, realising what was happening and letting it go. Arguing with her now was the last thing he wanted to do and he lowered his voice, hovering awkwardly in the long hallway. “That’s not the point…” His folded arms mirrored her movement. “If there was a problem you could have called me. I’d have come.”

They fell silent, facing each other before she turned to the floor, realising she would have to explain her unexpected visit. He was waiting patiently, looking down at her until she spoke. “I just miss him.” She untucked her arms, looking up to read his expression.

Taehyung blinked, eyelashes long. “He’s asleep.” He murmured, almost apologetically.

“Oh…” She uttered, suddenly feeling at a loss.

Taehyung was silent for a while, before he turned towards the hall. “You’re here now.” He accepted, walking down the corridor without looking to see if she would follow. It wasn’t until they reached the door at the end she realised she had even moved. He pushed lightly on the wood and the music grew louder as he led her into the sitting room, where the space was cast in shadows by the two dimly lit lamps in each corner.

“Da-eun went home?” She asked again.

He nodded. “It’s her dad’s birthday.”

She saw the source of the tinny jazz; a record player, old and surprisingly battered, perched upon a table too small for it, beside the recognisable sofa where Taehyung had clearly been sitting. He moved aside the paperback on the chair to give her room, but she waited, looking around the space as she set her bag softly down on the floor.

“Did she get on with Gabriel?” Cassandra asked with some curiosity, eyes drawn to the busy wallpaper which seemed to cascade rather than hang across the room.

His lips twitched in a smirk. “Like a house on fire.”

She nodded with a smile, not really hearing him. “That’s good…you finished your decorating.”

He looked up, blinking. “Do you like it?”

She nodded. “It’s William Morris isn’t it?”

“I thought it would go with the curtains.” He confirmed, drawing her eye to the heavy, thickly lined drapes. She walked over to them, touching the fabric in appreciation. They were coloured a deep, almost tarnished gold; tied back with thick ropes which added to the look.

“They’re beautiful.” She nodded, slowly walking back across the room.

He watched her closely, eyebrows furrowed. “I could get you some.”

A doubtful sort of smile tugged at her lips as she joined his side, pausing a moment, before sitting on the colourful fabric. “I think they’re a little old fashioned for Max’s taste.” Cassandra admitted sheepishly. “He likes a more…” She tried to think of the word in Korean. “Contemporary look.”

“Sterile?” He offered seriously, and reluctantly she gave a smile, biting the inside of her cheek.

“You could say that…”

They fell silent for a moment, keeping a distance between them, though the stray thread in the middle of the tapestry pattern kept her distracted. She tried hard not to tug at it.

“How was your date?” He asked softly.

“Fine…” She turned to him. “How was yours?”

He gave a small laugh, thinking for a moment. “Our son did most of the entertaining.”

She nodded, looking up automatically, to where he was sleeping above their heads. “I was looking forward to getting to know her a little better.” Cassandra admitted.

“I think she was nervous to meet you.” He said gently, making her turn back towards him.

“Me?” She frowned. “Why?”

He grew silent, casting his eyes to the wooden floor before shrugging. “Maybe I left it too long.”

She sensed a touch of regret in his voice, and she touched his hand briefly, encouraging his gaze back to her. “I hope she knows I mean no harm.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper and his eyes met hers as they both stopped talking. The sound of jazz played in the background, turned down and not distracting from the otherwise silent room. She tucked a strand of hair neatly behind her ear, a question seeming to tingle on her tongue until she allowed it to escape. “Have you?” She asked cryptically, not needing to finish.

He nodded, his dark eyes cast in shadow by his long lashes in the softly lit room. “Yeah.” He admitted.

She didn’t know what answer she had expected, or whether she should have been surprised. Without thinking, her fingers moved to the stray strand on the sofa, running it absently between her fingers. His eyes followed her movement, knowing she probably hadn’t noticed, and he got slowly to his feet.

“Did you want a drink?” He asked.

Cassandra looked up and nodded. “Tea.”

She waited patiently for him to finish in the kitchen, watching the record spinning softly on the deck and wondering where he had picked up such a battered looking thing, before she remembered her bag. When he came back in the room, holding the small china mug carefully between his fingers, she was reaching into the tote and pulled out the small dish. “I made you something.” She said, holding it out to him once he set down the mug on the floor, finding there was no room on the table. “You’ll have to cure it yourself, do you still know that man with the kiln?”

He took it from her with both hands, turning it over but holding it with an appreciative delicacy. “What is it?”

“Max and I took a pottery class.” She offered in explanation. “I thought you could keep it on your vanity.”

He ran his fingers carefully along the edged rim, before setting it aside on the floor, careful to keep it away from where it might be trodden on. “Thank you.” He said, watching as she reached for her cup and blew on the liquid gently. “Did you want to take him back with you?” He asked, suspecting that this might be the purpose for her visit. He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but she shook her head, surprising him.

“No…I don’t want to disturb him.” She said. “It’s your time with him.”

He nodded thankfully. “I wish you could come around more…see his nursery.” Taehyung admitted, realising she had not seen it finished.

She looked at him beneath, a little blankly. “It’s you that’s paranoid.” Cassandra took a sip of the fragrant liquid, thankful for its warmth.

“For good reason.” He reiterated.

She shook her head. “You shouldn’t punish yourself.” She sighed. “We both made the baby.”

Her words made him fall silent and he sat back as she drank from the cup, his own fingers finding the stray strand as easily as hers had, and plucking it absently. “There’s a spare bedroom, if you ever wanted to stay.” He eventually said, wondering why he had never thought of it before.

“Max too?” She peered at him.

He nodded calmly. “Yes.”

Not knowing how to respond, she set the finished mug back on the floor, sitting back. “Maybe I could have you and Da-eun around too.” She suggested. “For dinner.”

“If you’d like.” He nodded.

Cassandra watched him get to his feet as he picked up the ceramic pot and walked over to the table in the corner, setting it down next to an oval-shaped mirror. She suspected she might have overstayed her welcome, but found herself finally starting to tire. The sofa was comfortable, despite its age, and the song on the player was one she vaguely recognised though couldn’t quite place. “What’s this one?” She asked, gesturing towards the device when Taehyung looked her way.

“Do you not like it?” He asked, moving to turn it off. Despite being upbeat, the song seemed a little melancholy and reminded her of the past. She wondered if she might have heard it back in Belgium. Her parents liked to play jazz and there had been one bar they enjoyed frequenting with her which played it incessantly, allowing her a solitary sip of wine despite her young age.

“Leave it.” She requested, waving her hand dismissively. There was something nostalgic about it, and she felt her heart begin to race, almost in excitement. She could imagine people dancing to it during the war; carefully-patched dresses and painted-on stockings filling a simple looking dancefloor as the women waited for the men to return home.

The music swayed in a quickening beat, and Taehyung smiled in acknowledgement. “It’s one of my favourites.” He admitted, hesitating, before moving his arms in time to the music. She laughed softly, realising he was dancing to it, a little bashfully at first, before becoming less self conscious. He moved across the room, feet tapping against the hardwood floor as he gestured for her to join him. She smiled, shaking her head.

“It’s been a while since I danced.” She admitted, though took his hand when he offered it and got to her feet. He moved his shoulders, letting go of her as he moved back across the floor. “I’m not joining in!” She warned, unable to help the smile in her voice at her second hand embarrassment. Had they been in public, she’d have chastised him for such shamelessly cringey moves, though being alone made it all the more awkward.

“You always join in.” He teased, and she sighed heavily, realising that if history was anything to go by, he was right. There was never a time where she had passed up the opportunity to dance when the occasion or track called for it.

“Am I that predictable?” She asked, making him cock an eyebrow knowingly. The music grew faster as the trumpets pumped along with the honky-tonk piano and she found herself moving along with him, bending her knees a little as she moved her arms in time with his, removing the robe and dropping it to the sofa to allow more movement. Like him, she felt embarrassed at first, but his own lack of awareness inspired her, and soon she was spinning on the spot, swaying her head and moving her hips.

He kept his distance for a while, but the crashing conclusion almost begged for a spin and she offered her hand to him, allowing him to twirl her around until she felt dizzy. Her laughter filled the room as the song switched over, the upbeat sound replaced with something a little more slow and dreamy. He hushed her, pressing his finger to his own lips, though he was laughing too. “You’ll wake the baby.”

She calmed down, fixing a strand of hair that had fallen from behind her ear, tucking it back in neatly. “He’s not a baby anymore.” She admitted, a little soberly.

Taehyung’s smile dropped along with hers, though his expression was soft. “He’ll always be my baby.”

She nodded. “Mine too.”

Her breathing a little heavy, she turned towards the sofa, sitting down heavily and smoothing down the front of her dress, tucking it between her knees. He watched her, their faces equally flushed with warmth. “Do you want another?” He eventually asked, not knowing why.

Cassandra looked at him, knowing at once what he meant and thinking for a long time. “I don’t know.” She eventually said.

The room suddenly seemed more dim and he looked to the window, where an overgrown tree mostly blocked the view to the outside world. The sky had grown dark and it looked cold outside, a direct contrast to the glowing warmth and cosiness within the room. “Won’t Max be wondering where you are?” He asked quietly, making her follow his gaze.

She slowly nodded, giving an involuntary shiver. “I should probably go.” She slipped the garment over her shoulders, hugging it closely to her as she got to her feet and collected her bag, suddenly realising she had no idea why she had come in the first place. Looking at Taehyung, she recognised he too was asking the same question, and she found herself awkwardly feeling a little stupid.

“I’ll kiss Gabriel for you.” He reassured her, waiting for her to lead the way.

She nodded gratefully. “Let me know when you’re ready to bring him back.”

Realising he was waiting for her to make the first move, she stepped out of the room and walked down the hall, trailing her small bag absently behind her until she reached the door and turned back.

“Be careful driving.” He warned and she knew he was talking about more than just the traffic.

“I will.”

He smiled, opening the door for her. “I love the ashtray.”

Looking down at her feet, her cheeks reddened but she laughed in response. “It wasn’t supposed to be an ashtray.” She admitted.

“I’m sure I can find a use for it.” He touched her shoulder lightly before pulling away.

“Thanks for the company.” She nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

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true love | N° 6

➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy

➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

➵ word count 6.7k

➵ warnings use of flashback scenes, light smut (?), alcohol consumption, angst angst angst, unresolved questions, lots of confusion and crying, flashback scenes, mentions of losing someone, mentions of death, panic attack (sorta).

➵ author's note gooooooodddddd, fucking finally. again, sorry for the delay. i remember notifying it to be out before christmas but so many unexpected plans came along and writing became distant for a short period of time but look at that!!!! i finished it :'))) are you guys ready to find out the truth? 👀

also big hugs and thanks to my baby meg bear @yoongukie-ff for beta'ing this chapter!! i trust every piece of my writing with her :)

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‘’T-Taehyung?’’

He turns his head, confronted by your confused expression screaming anything other than joy that he's already in the car. Jimin is sitting by the wheel, accompanied by Yeon-su beside him and hurriedly telling you to get in as it’s a long drive to the cabin.

Here you are, sitting besides your ex who basically friendzoned you after admitting he might still be in love with you. Therefore this getaway weekend would have been perfect without the company of Kim Taehyung. Even though you aren’t completely surprised — knowing Jimin and him are close friends — you still deeply hoped he would cancel or have other plans. Now, the only solution for you is to play music and ignore the man sitting next to you.

Fiddling inside of your bag, you grab ahold of your earphones who couldn’t be more tangled. You find yourself struggling due to your lack of concentration regarding the situation you’re currently in.

Taehyung notices quickly how much the earphones are winning against you, the tangled chords keeping themselves tight, not breaking free despite you fiddling your fingers in between them. Without thinking further, Taehyung grabs hold of it, the tip of his fingers landing for a split second against your warm palm.

‘’Let me.’’ He’s being sincere, you know that, but something about him stepping in to help you doesn’t sit well in the pit of your stomach.

‘’It’s fine. I don’t need them right now.’’ You smile quickly, retrieving the tangled chords back and stuffing them inside of your bag, all hopes of listening to music gone.

‘’Fine, just trying to be nice.’’ Yeon-su catches your eyes through the rear-view, noticing the sudden strained tension arising between Taehyung and you. Being so close to Taehyung, your mind becomes foggy, all surroundings around you disappearing as if they were never there and you hate it. Your body is uncontrollable in his presence.

‘’Jimin! Isn’t there a hot tub at the cabin?’’ Yeon-su distracts you both, her joyish tone calming you and Taehyun resulting in neither of you about to bite each other’s head off.

‘’Yeah, we should use it! Taehyung you’ve always loved hot tubbing.’’

‘’He doe—’’ You stop yourself abruptly, the back of your head replaying many moments you and Taehyung have shared in the bathtub at your parent’s house. He does indeed love hot tubbing. Taehyung notices your short revealing, proving you remember all the times you’ve shared with one another, his heart breaking from the good memories.

Taehyung gulps, trying his best to swallow the clump that has been resting since he left you, five years ago. The action goes unnoticed, your mind already cloudy enough.

Yeon-su is quick on her feet to move the conversation elsewhere, noticing Taehyung’s expression through the rear view mirror. The action of Yeon-au’s resting frown goes unnoticed by the both of you.

You managed to fall asleep, deciding that was the second best option to avoid Taehyung’s presence next to you for three hours. A sudden bump in the car wakes you up, and as you look out you notice the green nature surrounding Jimin’s car as you drive further in between the trees and finally getting a decent look at the wonderful cabin.

It’s bigger than you had expected, seemingly two stories up as big glass windows give you a glimpse of what’s inside. It’s very modern, chic even.

When the car is parked, you all step out, leaves crunching beneath your feet covering most of the area. The air is a bit colder here than in Seoul, more fresh as you inhale it while Yeon-su and Jimin walk to the trunk to bring the bags inside. Taehyung stays silent, not much is heard from him other than helping along the honeymoon pair.

The living room is big and spacious and you feel as if you just walked inside the house from Parasite. The furniture is a dark shade of olive green and black. Although the cabin is decorated in dark colors, you feel comfortable.

‘’Y/N, your room is upstairs next to Taehyung’s.’’ Yeon-su says as she hands you your bag. You nod with a semi smile, walking upstairs to your room for the weekend. It doesn’t surprise you that the bedroom has its own bathroom next to it and a queen sized bed.

When you begin to unpack, your mind goes back to the night in Taehyung’s apartment. His words, his warm palm wrapped around your wrist with a lost glint in his eyes as he looked at you, all hopeful yet lost. You’re not sure you’ve processed the night yet, settling on pushing it in the back of your mind and continuing to live as you did before Taehyung came back after five years. But your heart, no matter how much your mind tries to disprove the idea of Taehyung, continues to beat rapidly for him. You let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed and letting your hands feel the thick texture of the duvet. Your phone buzzes beside you and as you grab it, you notice that Jungkook messaged you.

koo did you get there okay? [4:35 pm]

you yeah slept the whole way through [4:35 pm]

you taehyung is here [4:36 pm]

koo oh god [4:36 pm]

koo do you need me to come get you???? [4:36 pm]

koo we’ll just act like i got through a huge break up and that i need you [4:36 pm]

you i’ll be okay [4:36 pm]

you thank you :) [4:37 pm]

koo *sent a photo* [4:37 pm]

You click on the photo, Samba looking directly into the camera lens, her big green eyes all wide and your heart calms by the sight of her. You really needed that.

koo to help :) samba says hi [4:37 pm]

you i truly do not deserve you [4:37 pm]

Everything seems to fall down, your mind eases due to you seeing Samba and remembering that even though you and Taehyung didn’t last, you and Samba will.

‘’Hey.’’ Yeon-su knocks lightly on your door, sneaking half of her body inside while peaking at you. She seems worried and curious.

‘’What’s up?’’ You continue to unpack, turning your back on her as she hesitantly moves next to you, sitting down.

‘’Are you and Taehyung okay?’’ The question throws you off guard and for a quick second you’re almost losing composure. It gives you a certain wake up call to the situation as a whole. Yeon-su and Jimin know nothing about you and Taehyungs’ actual relationship, so for the both of you to actively give each other side glances and act nothing like old high school friends, it shouldn’t surprise you that Yeon-su questions your behavior.

‘’Yeah, we’re fine.’’ You brush it off quickly, Yeon-su’s frown remaining yet she still lets go of it, leaving you alone to finish packing.

As the door closes, you let out a sigh, frustration seeping through you once again over Kim Taehyung and his fucking friendzoning. Was that even allowed? After everything? You know what? You’re not going to sit here, sighing over god knows what regarding your ex and you’re gonna do everything to get the best out of this trip, with or without him.

With that, you join the rest of the group for dinner, conversations flowing between all of you and the atmosphere clears out. Everything turns out to be way more comfortable regardless of you and Taehyung avoiding each other’s gaze.

Yeon-su suddenly excuses herself, leaving the room and returning with a petite box in her hands.

‘’Brought this little gem with me. Drinking game anyone?’’ Jimin excitedly claps, quick to join in on Yeon-su’s after dinner activity and because you’ve promised yourself to enjoy every second, you jump into the fun.

‘’Truth or drink, I’ll start.’’ Your friend places a deck of cards in the middle of the table, clearing it free so you’ll have easy access to pull a card. She grabs ahold of the first one, eyeing Jimin before reading it aloud to him.

‘’What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?’’

Taehyung holds in a laugh when Jimin hesitates on taking a shot or simply answering the question.

‘’Oh come on, it can’t be that bad!’’

‘’Trust me, if Jimin is thinking the one I am right now, it’s bad.’’ Taehyung calls out, his boxy smile on full display as he and Jimin stay keen on eye contact while Yeon-su is pressuring her boyfriend to spill.

‘’Babe, you don’t want to know. I’ll just take a shot.’’ He exhales right before finishing the shot in one go, drinking it as if it was water.

‘’Can’t believe I’m much braver than you. I bet you I'll answer every question.’’ Yeon-su raises her brows, arms crossed as Jimin rolls his eyes over her somewhat promise to everyone at the table. Although you aren’t that worried, Yeon-su is the most honest person you know, so for her to lie wouldn’t be efficient either way.

‘’We’ll see about that. My turn.’’ Jimin draws a card, giggling a bit before gaining courage to read it out.

‘’What’s the last thing you Googled?’’ Jimin sounds challenging and Yeon-su doesn’t hesitate to open her phone and show her Google history to all of us.

‘’How do people have threesomes? Yeon-su are you—’’

‘’I was just curious!’’ She shuts her phone off, Jimin and Taehyung easily cracking up due to Yeon-su's curiosity towards sex.

‘’I mean, porn is an option?’’ You speak up, the laughter easing down as the boys are quick to agree with you all while Yeon-su considers if her curiosity would get shut down simply by watching threesome porn.

‘’Well, at least Yeon-su answered right?’’ Taehyung is the next to say something and Yeon-su is grateful for him backing her up — the threesome question left behind for now.

Taehyung decides to go next, picking up a card and reading it as he goes. ‘’Do you believe in soulmates?’’ His eyes turn to you, awaiting an answer.

Soulmates. Something you’ve never dug into, but sitting here in front of Taehyung even though you never saw this day possible since he left, somehow makes you believe that if someone is meant to be in your life, they come back. But is that the case for Taehyung and you? Or is it just pure coincidence?

‘’Um, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.’’ You shrug, Taehyung’s eyes once again telling you much more than he is all while your throat turns dry. You didn’t want to put much thought into it, but he looks… disappointed?

Taehyung clears his throat, and before any form of awkward tension can rise into the dining room, you pick up the next card.

‘’All right, what’s the one thing you would do if you knew there were no consequences?’’ Taehyung continues to stare down at his shot glass, scared to meet your eyes and without hesitation he chugs the shot in one go.

You wish your heart didn’t drop at the sight and you can’t help but feel as if the reason Taehyung can’t answer, is because of you.

‘’Oh come on Taehyung. That one is easy.’’ Jimin throws in, overlooking the strained tension between Taehyung and you.

‘’Don’t.’’ Jimin is thrown back by the warning his friend gives him and confusion plasters itself onto his face.

‘’I’ll go next!’’ Yeon-su, once again, saves the uncomfortable ambiance by her cheerishful and sweet energy. She always makes sure everyone around her is okay and doesn’t hesitate to step in to avoid conflict between her loved ones.

‘’Ooh! This one is fun. Who was your first real celebrity crush?’’

‘’Easy, Usher.’’ Jimin doesn’t miss a beat and if it weren’t for his stern expression none of you would be laughing as you are this instant.

‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing babe.’’

The game continues on for a bit longer, everyone getting fun questions, some are avoided while most of them are answered. Your head is starting to spin, your cheeks feel much warmer than before but you’re having fun. Taehyung himself has loosened up since the earlier question that caught you both off guard.

‘’Y/N, answer this! What’s the best intimate experience you’ve ever had?’’ If you weren’t already drunk enough, you would’ve taken a shot because the person who’s involved in the story is sitting not even a meter away from you. But you are, therefore no filter is involved, only the truth.

‘’I’d say… it was actually on a roof, right after stargazing and listening to Taylor Swift.’’ You admit and Taehyung smiles, as if he remembers the memory too and for a split second you notice him nodding, as if he agrees with your statement.

‘’Who was the lucky guy?’’

‘’I don’t see a card with that question Yeon-su.’’ You smirk, nailing the avoidance of the tempted question of your friend.

‘’Wait, on a roof? Isn’t that uncomfortable?’’ Jimin cringes at the thought, making you tilt your head back and laugh.

‘’Not when the person prepared with duvets and mattresses.’’

‘’Makes sense.’’

The conversation ends quickly and you all decide to crash for the night. The honeymoon pairs’ bedroom downstairs, while you and Taehyung walk beside one another upstairs, a comfortable silence shared between you.

When you’re standing in front of your door, you turn to Taehyung, his eyes already searching for yours and before you get to say goodnight, Taehyung beats you to it.

‘’I would’ve mentioned the campus library.’’ He smirks when your mouth drops over his confession.

‘’I–’’

‘’Goodnight.’’ He opens the door, giving you one more look before he disappears completely.

You’d blame the alcohol for Taehyung reminding you of the time when he brought you inside the campus library, both of you skipping class due to your mutual desires. Your body heats up as you reminisce how his hand held over your mouth as the other busied itself under your skirt, a few meters away from the library lady who was harsher than all of your teachers combined.

‘’Stay quiet baby. Can you do that for me?’’ He whispers, your moans muffled due to his hand covering up most of it.

You snap back, every part of your brain convincing your body that the alcohol is affecting you and not the man next door to you.

The clock reads four AM when your eyes open, your mind now sobered up. You find it difficult to fall asleep again, white spots cornering your brain because of the drinking game but one question you can’t help but forget seeps through. Knowing the couple, they’ve planned a few activities for tomorrow so sleep is needed if you want to at least survive the day.

You somehow settle on drinking a cup of tea to ease your mind and mostly your body who fought against you earlier after Taehyung’s odd goodnight to you.

The only light visible is the moon, reflecting itself to every surface in the living room, along with the kitchen and– oh.

‘’Hey, sorry. I couldn’t sleep.’’ Taehyung keeps his tone low, afraid he’ll wake up the sleeping couple.

‘’That’s okay, we’re in the same boat.’’ You move closer to the cabinet, Taehyung moving aside and that’s when you notice he isn’t wearing a shirt, only sweatpants. You try your best to look away, settling on finding the tea cabinet instead.

Taehyung watches your every move, how you sneakily tiptoe to reach the top shelf to fetch onto a tea box. Your skin is glowing under the moonlight and Taehyung wants nothing more than to move closer to you.

The water starts to boil, your fingers tapping against the marble of the kitchen counter as Taehyung silently sips on his own cup of tea. The silence is killing you.

‘’Taehyung?’’ He expects to meet your eyes, but you’re still looking down on the electric kettle. You feel his gaze on you, so you proceed to take a step further.

‘’Just— be honest with me. For once.’’ Taehyung gulps, every part of him hoping eternally that you won’t throw the obvious bomb who’s been locked away for all these years.

‘’Why? Why did you leave me? Leave us?’’ You’re on the verge of crying, Taehyung can tell by how you pressed your palms harder onto the counter for support and your voice getting choked up.

‘’I can’t. I’m sorry.’’ It’s for the best. That’s what Taehyung is trying to convince himself, because you didn’t deserve any of this but him explaining won’t solve anything. He fucked up once, he doesn’t need to make the same mistake again.

The silence returns as you pour down the warm water, fixing the tea for yourself. Taehyung is debating if he should leave you or hold on to this moment of the both of you alone.

You crush the memory for Taehyung by leaving without looking back once.

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’

The following morning, Yeon-su and you are the first to awaken. Both reasons being completely different. All while Yeon-su has slept like a baby next to her boyfriend, you haven’t been able to close your eyes since last night. Thankfully, Yeon-su doesn’t question your obvious eye bags and invites you to go hiking instead.

You both follow the trail in the forest, enjoying the free view surrounding you. Yeon-su catches you up on all the gossip from her workplace, filled with nothing but unbearable co-workers and a lazy boss. You have told her countless times to quit, although in the end Yeon-su will never gain enough courage to make that choice for herself.

‘’Hey, we always talk about me. How about you? How’s work?’’ You kindly smile at her for noticing how she always manages to speak most of the time, leaving you no space to vent. Yeon-su always had a lot on her plate, good things most of the time which excited you as well. She’s your best friend, always has been since your orders got messed up at your local coffee shop, resulting in the both of you starting a conversation. She’s always made you feel at ease wherever you are, helping you out of difficult situations yet ever since Taehyung came back, you haven’t been able to say a single word about him.

You know in the end she’ll be there for you, understanding even, but you held a promise to Taehyung and that was to keep your past relationship from Yeon-su and Jimin.

‘’Work is good. Taking a day at a time, nothing big.’’ She hums along, as you both reach a lake surrounded by trees.

‘’You know, I’ve never seen you so happy before. Jimin is a good guy.’’ She smiles at your words regarding her relationship, and your heart swoons over how your best friend has finally found the one.

‘’He’s just the best, really.’’ You nod along, her smile returning when she tells you how exactly he asked her to be his. You’ve heard the story a few times, but as you look out onto the lake you feel yourself getting brought back to a day that has set itself as a scar on you.

‘’Taehyung? What’s going on?’’ You can’t read into his expression and it breaks your heart that he can’t even look into your eyes as he stands in front of your door.

‘’I– We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.’’ Everything around you stops, all the sounds, your heartbeat, your blood flowing. You’re stuck.

‘’Why? Please tell me this is some sick joke.’’ Denial, every part of you is in denial that Taehyung suddenly doesn’t want to be with you, not after everything you’ve been through.

‘’Goodbye. You can keep Samba.’’ He turns his back to you, disappearing as he walks down the stairs.

The moment he’s gone, you drop down to your knees, breaking down fully as your eyes never stop tearing up. You feel empty, useless but mostly heartbroken.

You lost him.

Samba walks up to you from behind, nuzzling her head on your arm. ‘’We’ll be okay.’’ You manage to say, despite you stuttering your way through it, every part of you breaking down.

‘’Yeah, Jimin’s definitely the one. I just know it.’’ Yeon-su catches you back to the present, your heartbeat back to its normal pace and your body starts to move again when she suggests you guys should head back to have brunch with the guys.

‘’You’re both meant for each other,’’ is the last thing you manage to say before you reach the cabin and Taehyung rushes out screaming all kinds of nonsense.

‘’Jimin fell.’’ Yeon-su pushes through Taehyung, rushing inside to her boyfriend who’s sitting down on the couch groaning out in pain.

The scene is heartbreaking. Yeon-su tries to calm Jimin down but he’s in too much pain after he accidentally missed a step and fell down hurting his knee in the process. Taehyung is surfing on the web, looking up any solutions to the situation and you’re preparing an ice pack to ease down the swelling.

Yeon-su has already stacked up pillows on the coffee table in front of the couch, keeping his leg elevated as you return with an ice pack. Jimin groans when the cold sensation reaches his warm skin.

‘’He needs a compressive bandage and painkillers, just in case.’’ Taehyung rushes next to you, both arms holding onto the laptop as he reads out.

‘’I’ll go.’’ You don’t hesitate. Jimin and you aren’t that close, so for Taehyung and Yeon-su to stay will calm him down a lot more.

‘’Are you sure?’’ You nod, grabbing the car keys from the entrance and Jimin manages to thank you before you run out of their sight.

The drive isn’t long, only ten to fifteen minutes to the closest pharmacy located in a small local city. You can’t even begin to imagine the stress Yeon-su must be going through right now. Seeing her boyfriend in pain and her not being able to do much. If you were in her position, your heart would break at the sight of seeing a person you care about being hurt.

You hate your mind for thinking about Taehyung getting hurt instead and what you would’ve done or how you would’ve reacted. Sadly, you’d convince your body to not do much, not since he left and completely shattered you as if those eight years of you together was nothing. You’re getting distracted. Whenever even an ounce of you begins to draw Taehyung in again as someone who matters to you, you lose yourself. One by one you lose the chance to speak, to stand up for yourself because he made you weak, made you blame yourself for everything. The break up, all the memories you have from the time you spent together in your college apartment that he basically lived in at the time and owning Samba together. All of it was for nothing.

The pharmacy comes into sight, the green neon light flickering once or twice and you hurry yourself out of Jimin’s car, almost sprinting inside the shop.

‘’Hi, I’m looking for a compressive bandage and some pain killers.’’ The pharmacist nods along, an old lady dressed in all white, her glasses decorating her neck with a pearl string. Her gestures are soft, easing you down as she advises you regarding Jimin’s knee and to keep an eye out for swelling.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ Your grateful tone catches her off guard, giggling as she brushes you off.

‘’It’s really no problem. I hope your friend recovers quickly.’’ She hands you the brown paper bag, wishing you a nice weekend as you walk out of the store.

You feel small drops falling from the sky, painting your jacket along the way and you hurry to the car before it worsens. As you shut the car door, the rain increases, big drops falling along on the exposed windscreen. You’re surprised how quickly the weather changed. The unexpected drops are not calming down and sadly you don’t have time to wait out the rain. You activate the wiper blades, managing to get out of town safely.

The rain doesn’t stop, only increasing and that’s when you hear the first lighting strike right behind you. Your body almost flinches, but you try to remain calm despite the chaos erupting behind you.

It’s not often that you drive when there’s a storm forming, so you keep the car at a normal pace, keeping yourself in control and do everything to reach the cabin.

The drive takes a bit longer, although you manage to arrive a few minutes later than planned. The thing that surprises you most isn’t how the storm shifted last minute and calmed down, no. It’s Taehyung, running up to you right after the car is parked.

‘’Fuck, are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.’’ Taehyung’s eyes worriedly scans your face, grabbing a hold of it and you’re too stunned to form a decent reply.

‘’Wh-what?’’

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’ Taehyung pulls you into his arms, his voice clogged like yours was the night before when he couldn’t simply answer you. Taehyung is… crying.

‘’I should’ve gone with you. I should've never let you go alone. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’’ He squeezes you tighter, sobbing on your shoulder as the rain continues to fall on the both of you. Taehyung doesn’t seem to care, all he does is stay put, holding onto you and continuously apologizing.

You want to ask questions about his weird and off putting behavior, but Jimin is a priority first.

An unexpected lighting shock results in you both running along each other inside. Yeon-su is lying just as she did when you left, softly speaking to Jimin who’s trying his best not to focus on the pain that's been hitting his knee since the abrupt fall.

‘’I’m here. I have everything.’’ You hand the semi wet bag to your friend, thanking you as she takes hold of it. You decide to take a shower before you catch a cold and Taehyung is quicker than you, already gone into his room.

You excuse yourself, letting Yeon-su take care of Jimin as you continue with your plan. The warm water helps calm your body and for the first time since you arrived at the cabin you miss home. You miss Samba, her smell, her warm fur and how she always consols you when you’re stressed or overwhelmed. You miss Jungkook, his awful drinking skills, his lame jokes that somehow manage to work in the end, his ranting about everyone he’s slept with. You overall miss how you feel when you’re surrounded by Jungkook and Samba. You’ll keep in mind to text Jungkook and to ask how he’s doing along with taking care of your cat.

You’re trying to think of what Jungkook would tell you to do after the episode with Taehyung crying his eyes out in your arms with no explanation. But something you do know, is that you won’t leave the cabin without finding out why. Deep down, your gut is telling you this is a bad idea but it becomes too late when you’re finally standing in front of Taehyung’s door, ready to knock.

You swallow down an awaiting clump by the edge of your throat, collecting yourself to knock. Hesitation seeps through the walls between you and for a moment you want to take a step back, force yourself to forget everything and stop fighting for someone who clearly doesn’t love you. Yet he shows, opening the door for you, as if it was a sign for you to pull through with the floating questions roaming the top of your head, wishing to bounce onto Taehyungs.

‘’Hi.’’ His eyes are puffy, nose stuffed although he still manages to smile at you. Even if it isn’t genuine, it feels good, right even. You remember the last time Taehyung smiled at you. It was when you made him listen to your mother’s favorite music as you two were cooking an early breakfast, the sunlight peeking through the blinds, an orange glist blooming itself into your living room and onto your kitchen.

He kept his smile, while you sang your heart out to him and gave him an early morning show. You were giggling constantly as the sweet smell appeared while Taehyung flipped a few pancakes.

‘’Y/N?’’ Shit. You must’ve zoned out.

‘’Yeah, hi. Sorry can we talk?’’

Taehyung hesitates, looking back before giving in and opening the door further, giving you space to walk in freely as he shuts the door behind you.

‘’I’ll be quick. What was that? Back there? When you—’’

‘’Nothing. Just, forget it happened.’’ You’ve lost count of how many times Taehyung has easily slipped through your fingers, brushing you off as if whatever you say to him will never be enough.

‘’Taehyung, I’m worried.’’ He still doesn’t look at you and you feel small, cramped in the spacious room. You’re nervous, every nerve cracking itself open the longer you stand in front of him with a blank answer. It makes you realize that parts of Taehyung have changed. He’s always honest with you, never scared of admitting when something was bothering him or even if he simply wanted to be alone. Yet now, he can’t even look at you while offering you absolutely nothing. It's as if he’s a ghost, brushing his hand past yours not being able to grab it because he’s already gone.

‘’Can you just drop it please?’’ Taehyung’s tone reaches an ounce harsher, grabbing his hair in frustration because you’ve grown stern towards him. You care, he knows that and he wants nothing more than to tell you everything that happened from the moment he walked out on you and Samba’s life. Why he did it, how much he regrets it, how much he’s missed you and the sparkle of joy your eyes carry. He wants to do all of it, but something is holding him back. The truth. The hard truth.

‘’Taehyung. For this friendship or whatever the fuck you call it to work, you need to stop constantly shutting me down! I’m just trying to help you and you don’t even care.’’ You’re shouting, voice breaking through every wall in this house but you’ve reached your breaking point. You’re done caring. You’re done fighting. You’re done trying to save him.

‘’Leave.’’ Taehyung whispers and your mouth drops, eyes crinkling as tears appear. Your breath is swallowed but you do as told.

Going to your room was one choice, but it would only leave you to think everything through and probably crush you in the process of everything falling down into one. Yeon-au and Jimin were talking downstairs, their voices echoing as soon as you left Taehyung’s room. Maybe it’ll be good for you to sit in their company.

“Hey,” they both look up at you, smiling as you reach closer. “How’s the knee? Any better?”

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll live.” Jimin looks down at the ice pack covering his knee, while Yeon-su sits at the edge, nuzzling his stomach.

“Did you guys eat yet?” Both of them nod no, and you make it your new mission to finish the brunch that was planned earlier. Or more so lunch, due to the time flying.

You manage to make some ramen quickly, leaving some for Taehyung if he ever decides to show while the three of you eat silently in the living room. Jimin smiles for the first time since the accident when he’s halfway through the bowl and by Yeon-su’s expression, she’s finally at ease.

‘’We should use the hut tub.’’ The infamous hut tub Jimin mentioned earlier in the car and because the rain finally stopped, you see no harm in using it this afternoon.

‘’I’m not a big fan, I’ll just take a nap.’’ Yeon-su expresses, grabbing your bowls along with her own. She begins to wash after you, scolding you for getting up and asking her to leave up to yourself.

“You and Jimin should use it. I think some warm water might be good for him after he fell.” You nod, returning to Jimin as you help him stand, both of you slowly moving towards the hut tub outside by the patio.

It takes some time for the both of you to get in the water, but as soon as you step into it, it was all worth it.

The company of Jimin is fitting, he’s fully exposing all about what it’s actually like to be a model and to do runways. You’ve never known any models, so for Jimin to be the first, you’re thrilled.

“It’s actually how I met Taehyung.” His eyes smile along with his teeth.

“Oh, I didn’t know Taehyung could model.” You’re surprised over the setting for the both to meet. You remember vaguely Taehyung having no interest in being in front of a camera, let alone a public. So modeling would be the last job he’d take. But clearly, he’s changed. So maybe, it turned out to be perfect for him either way.

“No no. His friend had the flu, so he filled in for him.” Your heart flutters at Jimin’s words. Taehyung’s kindness was like no other, always doing what he can to save someone he cares for. Maybe he hasn’t changed that much… you just haven’t seen it.

“That’s really sweet of him.”

“Can I ask you something?” You nod.

“Did you know her?” Jimin tilts his head, his smile fading along the further his head tilts.

“Who?”

“The girl Taehyung was in love with since he was 16.” You would lie if you admitted that your heart didn’t flinch at Jimin’s question. How did he know? Did Taehyung mention your past?

“I heard about her.” Your tone is hesitant but it doesn’t seem to faze him.

“I wish it worked out between them. The way his eyes lit up whenever he mentioned her, I can’t believe it ended.” You swallow the big clump forming in your throat, every memory of you and Taehyung flashing you all at once.

“Y-yeah. Me neither.”

“That’s why when he drank to his question, I just knew it was about her.” Jimin’s head lowers, his heart breaking along for his best friend who’s been broken for longer than he knows.

You feel your whole body freeze. Everything becomes too overwhelming for you, your emotions, wanting to move on…

It becomes impossible for you, knowing Taehyung feels broken too.

You grab your jacket, deciding to walk outside on the patio and surround yourself with complete silence. The hardwood creaks as you walk on it, leaves plastered all around it and you feel like a kid again, playing with the remaining leaves with your feet. When you look back inside, Yeon-su and Jimin have gone to bed early. The rest of the dinner is on the table ready to eat. You don’t feel hungry, you haven’t been since the conversation in Taehyung’s bedroom.

Saving people is a difficult term. In reality, you can’t save everyone and especially not the ones who don’t want to be saved. It has nothing to do with you wanting constantly to be there for everyone and lifting each person up, but that was the case for him.

You’ve known Taehyung since your parents moved next to his house. He was your first real friend. You were a bit shy in the beginning, coming from a secluded town with not many residents but Taehyung made moving here worth it. You remembered how much you kicked your feet in the backseat as your father stepped on the wheel and drove further and further away from your childhood home.

Taehyung took you in as his friend, inviting you each day to his place where you’d jump into the pool and eat snacks afterwards, laughing whenever Taehyung had crumbs covering the top of his shirt too lazy to remove it with a swift motion.

Taehyung saved you. He saved you from bad people in middle school, high school and even college. Whenever you felt lost, he was there guiding you towards the right path as you did the same for him.

You smile, watching the moon as your tears stain your soft warm cheeks. You’ll have to accept it eventually. To accept that the reason behind Taehyung leaving will remain unknown.

You hide your face in your big jacket, taking in the sounds of the trees moving due to the wind and how it somehow creates a melody. It’s a moment like this that reminds you you’ll pull through. You’ve done all you could, now all you need to do is accept it.

You step closer to the edge of the patio, supporting both hands onto the railing as you tilt your head upwards to get a decent look at the moon.

Admiring the moon has always been in your nature. Ever since you were little and your parents bought you the glow in the dark stars stickers for the ceiling, the night has always been an escape for you.

It takes you back to every night you’ve missed out on sleep as a little girl, the stars becoming a part of you. And as the moon shines even brighter than it has, you get a sense of hope for yourself.

With one last look, you walk back into the cabin. Taehyung is in the open kitchen, face down as both arms stretch onto the surface. You aren’t exactly careful when you walk past him, his face lifting itself quickly, bloodshot red eyes displayed in front of you.

‘’Do you remember when we found Samba? We were walking outside of campus, she was crying out for us when we walked by that dumpster. Thank god for your good hearing. Imagine if we never found her?’’ You’re appalled by Taehyung’s choice of conversation, although your body doesn’t move hearing everything as your mouth is sealed shut.

‘’I’m so glad we saved her. If only I could save us.’’ Taehyung wipes his eyes into the sleeve of his shirt before continuing. ‘’That night, when I left. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much actually.’’

‘’You… you left me. You left me and you still had it in you to cry? Why?’’

‘’I never wanted to leave you in the first place. I did it for you. I did it because you deserved better.’’ Taehyung moves closer, his cheeks stained as much as yours. You want to believe him, but you both deserved every inch of one another. It’s always been you and him.

‘’Taehyung.’’ You take a step back, giving up on the hope that’s been hanging itself on a thin thread for five years over the question. ‘’I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. Let’s just end everything here, please I can’t take this anymore. The doubts, the unresolved questions, the tension… it’s all too much. Please just, drop it.’’

A pause. Taehyung turns his back to you, a signal for you to leave. You turn, a few steps are being taken but they stop.

‘’My friend… he—’’ Taehyung tries to breathe, his words clogged but he’s given in. ‘’My friend, he’s gone because of me. My friend fucking died because of me.’’

‘’Taehyung.’’

‘’I should’ve never let him get in that car. It’s my fault.’’ Taehyung takes courage to turn, the front of his shirt wet, his palms tensing for him to be able to hold a straight composure.

‘’Then the storm came and he never called.’’ Your heart breaks, reminded of when Taehyung ran out to you, continuously asking if you were okay when you came back. He thought he had lost you too.

‘’I couldn’t bring you down that path of guilt. Not after everything you’ve done for me.’’

You’re at loss for words. Still, you move towards Taehyung searching for his eyes that are blurry, blocked by the tears threatening to spill and you hug him.

Taehyung doesn’t move. You squeeze yourself tighter around his form, crying yourself.

‘’You’ll be okay.’’ Taehyung finally gives in, engulfing you while his sobs fill the room. He lets out every ounce of pain he buried within himself. Your hand gently rubs his back, repeating the three words in a soft voice.

It’s the first time in five years that Taehyung knows for certain that he’ll be okay.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter Summary: After being scouted to be a part of a new girl group thanks to an audition, Jen worked alongside her four bandmates to form the group "Amity". Things went great at first but then after a while, Jen starts to get concerned about her position in the group while the company starts to focus on the other members and their success. She then learns the unfortunate truth about the situation she's in and makes a decision. Motivated, she continues to be persistent in achieving her dreams thanks to an audition in her area which happened to be for BigHit Entertainment.

Jen meets Taehyung and starts to build a friendship with him. For those interested in being the Bangtan Girl, they learn the Bulletproof dance and No More Dream dance. They're also hit with a homework assignment, create a verse for Bulletproof and present it to the audition. Jen hopes to impress the company with her efforts and earn the spot.

Words: 10,000+

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments.

This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

As I planned to create this story years ago it took me months to prepare and research so I could get a good timeline. I wanted to add a lot of things like K-Con, going to school, Variety Shows, interviews, American Hustle Life, V-Lives, sasaeng fans and so on.

Please note this is fiction. Yeah it may be unrealistic for this to happen but I had a lot of fun ideas and just went for it. Also I am not a song writer so sometimes the custom lyrics may be a little silly

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It was November 9th, 2012. Backstage at the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia, 14-year-old Jen sat in a chair, getting the finishing touches on her curly light brown hair, which was put into a high ponytail. She and the rest of her group named Amity were to perform at their last concert of their small tour.

Amity consisted of five members. 16 year old Hailey, who was the leader and main vocalist, 16 year old Trinity who was the lead dancer, 15 year old Layla who covered the high and dramatic notes and 17 year old Angelina who took care of the raps.

And then there's Jen.

Who was she?

Who was she in the group?

She never got the chance to showcase her talent on stage.

So was this worth it?

Back in early 2011, a rising new company named SongStress Entertainment was looking for young female talents to form another girl group. They partnered up with Disney and started to put up commercials and ads everywhere to promote auditions. When Jen heard about it from a TV commercial, she quickly went to tell her parents. After some persuading, and chores around the house, they took her to the audition in New York that was set in March. No matter what the challenges were, she remained persistent and her family supported her because of her passion for singing and dancing.

She wanted to perform ever since she was ten years old. Listening to artists like Rihanna, 2NE1, Mariah Carey, Big Bang, Wonder Girls, Whitney Houston, and Eminem sparked her interest as she begged her parents to pay for singing and dancing lessons. The lessons seemed to have paid off because after she auditioned she was called back a week later.

When she passed the second callback, Jen and her parents wasted no time signing the contract as she went on to debut with four other unknown girls, to form the group Amity at 13 years old. They got popular fast, from their adorable charm to their catchy songs and music videos. Things were great. But things weren't always what they seemed to be.

Egos began to get in the way.

As time went on, the company began to pay more attention to more girls than others. The leader, Hailey, even felt threatened by Jen's dance skills and the company forced her to dance slower, and with less effort to feel like she was a sluggish dancer. To Jen, it didn't make any sense since Trinity was the most talented dancer in the group and Hailey didn't say anything to her about her dancing. Favoritism came into play.

What caught Jen's attention was that she started to not get a lot of lines like she used to in the songs. She would only sing the chorus with the group. She is also the only one who doesn't have a solo song, while the rest have their songs recorded and performed at concerts whenever Amity goes on stage for a performance.

Jen was also set over the edge, finding out that Amity had recorded songs without her. Her voice was great at harmony but she wasn't credited for it. They recorded her and made it seem like Hailey sang the beautiful harmonious notes. As she took all the credit, Jen couldn't do anything about it because of the contract.

Whose fault was that? Jen's.

So maybe she did get a little too excited by the fact that she was going to be signed to a record company. Maybe she and her parents didn't read the contract despite the president's reassuring that everything would be fine and fair.

She was naïve and young.

Rushing into things without really thinking things through. Not thinking of a backup plan just in case things like this happen.

She wasn't like the rest of her bandmates. Her love for KPOP, thanks to listening to Wonder Girls, Big Bang and 2NE1, motivated her to learn the Korean language while the company thought it was pointless.

They asked her, "Who would you speak Korean to?"

"Why are you trying to learn that language if you're in America?"

"We're not touring in South Korea; you're wasting your time."

However, she continued to learn for her enjoyment and love for the Korean culture. It was difficult at first. She had a difficult time pronouncing the words. There were times she wanted to stop but her parents gave her encouragement because they knew how much she loved KPOP. For her studying, she tried to study Korean for at least an hour or two a day since she was 13.

Thankfully it's been beginning to pay off.

Sometimes she ponders what if she didn't do the audition and stayed in school just like her two older sisters. She could probably get somewhere with a college degree. But she loved being an artist. She wanted to do this.

And as much as she hated to admit it, this company wasn't the place for her to do it. She finally got her dream to be a performer, and now she was thinking about letting it go because of the mistreatment. She had to do what was best for her.

"This'll bring out those pretty eyes." The makeup artist explained with enthusiasm as she applied mascara to Jen's eyes.

"Oh make sure you put on more makeup on her. She needs it." An unfortunate familiar mocking voice belonging to Hailey was heard as she shot Jen an innocent smile. The harsh words made Jen clench her fists and glare at her. "What? Just telling the truth. They always say the truth hurts."

"Hailey, stop it. Don't be such a brat. That's so friggin' rude. Go somewhere." Angelina sternly called her out. Hailey responds with a shrug and walks away to get mic'd up. Angelina walks over to Jen with a smile and puts a hand on her shoulder. "You look fine, Jen Jen. Don't listen to her."

Jen didn't reply as she continued to be in deep thought about being in Amity. Everyone should be getting along, not trying to bring each other down.

The redheaded Angelina notices her frowning and snaps her out of it as the makeup artist finishes her make up.

"You know you have to stop doing that. Letting people get to you and ruining your pretty smile with frowns. Is it Hailey again?" Angelina asked.

Jen looked up at her friend. Best friend. The only friend she had in this girl group. Angelina was the one who had her back in this company and wasn't self-centered or had the fame go to her head. She was the one who let Jen know about the company recording without her as well. She was very grateful she had someone looking out for her.

"I don't care anymore. I'm not paying her any mind." Jen firmly asserted with a sigh.

"Ten minutes until the show!" The manager called out as everyone ran frantically for finishing touches.

"We'll talk later." Jen promised as they both walked outside the dressing room to get mic'd up.

"Come on Jen, we ain't got all day!" The manager escorted her to the stage before giving her a jacket to put over her dark brown skin. "And remember, don't dance so hard."

"I don't understand what the big deal is." She mumbled, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Big deal? Hailey needs the spotlight. It would be great if you remember to stand back, this time. You aren't the visual, get that through your head. How many times do we have to tell you that? This is your last warning."

Jen frowns in response as she watches the manager walk away. Frustration was beginning to build up inside of her. Whatever happened to equality? Not one person is better than the other. She wanted to be in a company that had equal opportunities.

The show was like the others. Fake smiles, watching Hailey's back, it wasn't fun anymore. Jen believed she had so much potential to improve and become a great performer, but her talent was wasted and not used the way she wanted it to be. She didn't want to be wasted and neglected.

Amity was supposed to be a team. A five-member girl group who had each other's backs. Be great friends and treat each other as equals. Not a competition of who's better than each other. It was sad that the entertainment business was like that these days.

After the show, Jen checks out her Twitter account and tweets 'Thank you for an awesome show Philly! #AmityInPhilly'

She didn't have a whole bunch of fans like the others since they were on TV shows, interviews and other photoshoots to get more publicity. She always pondered why SongStress didn't do that for her. They never really gave her a chance to show off what she could do as a singer and dancer. Or even as an actress if she could try that out.

She didn't say anything because she was too humbled. She was grateful for all the things she had done so far in Amity. All she ever wanted was to perform and she got that. She would ask occasionally if her solo would come up, or if any photoshoot or show opportunity was available for her. But SongStress would always give her the same answer.

"Not at the moment. Soon."

How far away was "Soon?"

She felt discouraged. It was like she was just there. She might as well be called a backup dancer.

While backstage in the dressing room, lounging on the couch, she checked the #AmityInPhilly hashtag since it was trending on Twitter while the rest of her bandmates came in. Jennie began to think about her birthday which was tomorrow and it started to boost her mood.

"Hey guys, I wanted to talk to you about something." She spoke softly, gaining their attention. "Since my birthday is tomorrow, I planned this singing exhibit where people around the area can showcase their singing for fun. Do a little meet and greet, pictures...all sorts of stuff. It'll be a fun gathering. I also made a song and I'd like you all to be there to support me."

"You know we have to practice right?" Trinity recalled in a flat tone.

The indifference in Trinity's voice made Jennie's stomach drop as she timidly replied, "I-It's after practice."

"And where is this?"

"In my hometown. Here in Philly. It'll start around 7:00PM."

"Does SongStress know about this?" Hailey asked, looking skeptical at the event that's been planned.

"Why wouldn't they?" Jen questioned.

"We'll see about the event. Anyway, group meeting!" Hailey called out. "I'm so proud of us! We definitely have to celebrate tonight. We're going to dinner. But uh Jen, remember what the manager told you about your diet. And you were a bit sloppy out there. Don't make us look bad out there. Did you practice at all?"

All the happiness about the upcoming event for her birthday left Jennie's body as annoyance was clearly shown on her sweaty face. Okay, so she didn't have a flat stomach like the rest of them did. She had a curved stomach with a small pudge but that was nothing to go on a diet for. She was already satisfied with how she looked. She told herself she did want to work out to gain more muscle and possible abs on her stomach when she gets a little older, but she wasn't going to feel obligated to do so. She'll do it in her free time.

Her hair was naturally curly and her thighs were a bit thicker than theirs. She even had light stretch marks on her hips but so what? Why does that have to make her go on a diet? She was born this way, and she was fine with how she was. Why should she change her look because someone else wanted her to? She wanted to look natural, not a Barbie doll. She was still going through puberty as well. The baby fat was still there but it'll most likely disappear from her body and face soon enough when she's a little older.

"You know I really don't understand why I'm the only one who has to go on a diet. I'm perfectly fine. I'm the same size as you. I'm not starving myself." Jennie protested with irritation.

"Well you're not going out with us, so get food at the hotel and get yelled at by the manager. It's on you."

Jennie shakes her head in disbelief. "I really can't stand you."

"Whoa, what did I do?" Hailey faked a shocked look.

"I think you know what you've done. This is so unfair."

"It's not that serious." Layla sighed

"It is serious. Almost all of you have the biggest egos I've ever seen and it's like you're forgetting that we all made Amity and we work as a team. Can't you see how wrong this is? How I'm the only one who has to dance slower while you guys give it your all? I want to put as much effort as everyone else." Jen exclaimed

"Jen everything is going to be okay-" Angelina tried to reassure but she waved her hand and shook her head.

"I'm gonna go. Enjoy dinner." She grabs her bags and leaves the room.

Hailey sighs out of annoyance. "This is why you don't have young people in groups because they always want to act like brats. It should've just been the 4 of us, but no~ they wanted one more person and they had to pick her out of all people. She doesn't do anything but whine and complain-"

"Hailey shut up!" Angelina exclaimed sharply while standing up. "You're the brat here."

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?"

"You're not superior to any of us just because you're the leader. And if I were betting on the future of Amity...I'd say we'll disband and it'll all be because of you."

Hailey huffed in dissatisfaction. "I am so telling the manager on the both of you."

"Oh go ahead. The only reason you're here is because the vice president is your father. Did you even audition for SongStress or did you get everything handed to you on a silver platter?" The redhead questioned. Taking the silence as an answer, she retrieved her bag and grumbled, "That's what I thought."

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An hour had passed since Jen left backstage and went back into the hotel room she shared with Angelina. She was lying on her back in bed, looking at the ceiling as her stomach continued to growl mercilessly.

"I'm so hungry." She grumbled and clutched her stomach.

She managed to buy a couple of bags of chips in a vending machine with the paper money she had on her but she craved food to satisfy her hunger.

Suddenly she sees Angelina with a bright smile on her face and a large box of pizza in hand, walking inside the room.

"Let's eat biatch~!" she cheerfully said and placed the pizza on the bed before parking herself on the bed as well.

"I thought you were at dinner!" Jen stammered, looking wide-eyed at the pizza on the bed.

"I can't stand those girls, I'm not hanging out with them." She responded with a shrug.

"But I'm supposed to go on that dumb diet..." Jen grumbled.

"Bitch eat. I don't give a crap what they say, you are eating to your heart's content. Don't starve yourself because they want you to look a certain way. You know what they're trying to do is wrong. I see it, you see it. You have to stand your ground and speak up."

"But if it gets me fired then what?"

"I would rather be fired. I'm eating all the pizza I want. They can't stop me. And they won't stop you. Sit. Eat. Chill. I gotta vent to you about Hailey."

Jen happily sits back on the bed and bites into the hot, cheesy pepperoni pizza that was fresh from Pizza Hut. "What happened with you and Hailey?"

"Oh my gosh...I don't think I can take much more of this. She keeps talking crap about you. She thinks the world revolves around her. And it's like the others are followers, I swear. They always wanna just back up what she says. Or just stand there and agree with everything she says. Like are you blind?" She retorted as she started to get angry thinking about the situation.

"Well, she does have power over us because of her father..." Jen grumbled.

"And that shouldn't be the case. She should work hard and not get an easy route just because of some connection with family. I always see that these days. I mean I know it is great to have connections but still endure the hard work that others dealt with who started from the bottom."

"Yeah, but that's not how the world seems to work." Jennie trailed off, thinking about the future.

"Enough about her. I have another serious question to ask."

"What is it?"

"You thinking of leaving?" Angelina assumed. From the shocked look on Jennie's face, she gets her answer, mumbling "I thought so."

"I have to, I just can't do this anymore." Jen pointed out with a sad smile. "I talked to my agent and let her know everything."

"I understand. But are you still going to sing?"

"Yes. I still want to perform."

The redheaded girl nodded in approval. "Good. Whenever you leave, it'll be worth it. So don't worry. Just stay in touch with me. I'm gonna miss you. Whatever the future holds for you, I'll be supporting you."

Jen smiled. "Thank you, Angie. I'll be supporting you too!"

"Now let's watch some Spongebob." She grabbed the remote off the nightstand.

Jennie giggled at her. "Aren't you too old for that?"

"Ha! You're NEVER too old for Spongebob."

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November 10th 2012. Jennie was finally 15 years old. She went to the studio in a bright mood, happily thanking everyone for the birthday wishes. She received birthday phone calls from her family and tweets from fans.

The day starts like always. Dance practice and then recording in the studio. But she couldn't help but wonder if she'd get a surprise party just like all the other girls have on their birthdays. But as the day went on, she didn't receive anything after she left the studio. She tried not to feel too disappointed as she got herself ready for the 1st annual Singing Exhibit she created. It was called, "Avid Vocals" that was in a small lounge with a stage.

When she arrived, she was grateful for the turnout. There were over 120 people in the place. A good start for a nice little event, to meet people who are passionate about singing and dancing like herself.

She makes her way up the stage and gives her welcoming speech.

"What's up, everybody!?" She grinned at the crowd and waved. "Thank you so much for coming tonight to the first annual Avid Vocals where we all come together to sing and dance to our heart's content and meet and greet with each other. I've been wanting to do this for a while now, bringing people together who enjoy performing for fun, and I'm very happy with the turnout so far. At this time, let's get started with the first performance! And if anyone else wants to perform, there's a sign-in sheet by the table. So just write your name and the song, and sing out! Enjoy the show!"

Once she left the stage, she made her way to mingle and talk with fans, signing autographs and taking photos. The performances so far were all very unique and fun to watch. There were goofy performances, singing songs like YMCA, We Will Rock You and Party Rock Anthem. Then there were performances that slayed with Single Ladies, TiK ToK, and So What by Pink.

After watching some performances, it was time for her to get on stage. She sat on a stool with her guitar in her hands.

"I've written a little song and wanted to share it with you guys." She looked around to find any members of Amity but didn't. "I hope you guys enjoy!"

They applaud her as she begins to strum along on her guitar. While she sang, she tried to search for any members of Amity in the crowd but couldn't find anyone. After she finished her song, she received a huge positive feedback from the crowd as she went backstage.

She looked at her phone while thinking that any members would find her backstage to see her but sees a text message sent 30 minutes before she went on stage from Angelina.

'You are SO not gonna believe this...the assholes kept me back and forced me to work on my raps...the rest went out somewhere to the movies. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to support you...I'll see you back at the hotel and we'll hang :'('

Jennie lets out a sigh. She knew Angelina was telling the truth. She had a feeling Hailey would try to do something after asking her if the manager knew about it. She wasn't mad at anyone. It'd be a waste of energy.

As soon as Jennie goes back into her hotel room, she sees Angelina waiting for her anxiously. Once she heard the door close, her head shot up and she quickly got off the bed.

"They kept me on purpose, I tried everything, I'm so sorry I wasn't there." Angelina had tears in her eyes and hugged her tightly.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." Jen responded with a sigh.

"No, it's not."

"Don't worry about it, I still had a nice birthday." She reassured. "I'm just glad I got to meet some nice fans and perform today."

"I'm sure it was a fun event. Hey, I got you something to make up for it. I hope you like it."

Hearing that, Jen's eyes light up. "Really!?"

"Yep! Close them eyes girl. And no peeking." She addressed, going back to the bed. After a few moments, she hands her a small bag. "You can open them."

Jen quickly opens her eyes and sees a pink bag in front of her. She grins widely and digs right inside to see all the CDs so far from Wonder Girls and 2NE1. "GAH! MY GIRLS~" She wrapped her arms around her for a big hug, earning a loud laugh from the redhead.

"I knew you'd react like that." Angelina chuckled and was released. "I'm not really into KPOP, never really heard of it, but I went on YouTube, listened to it and they sound pretty damn good. Both groups."

"Thank you, for this. Really. This is awesome."

"Of course. Oh, and this one group...Bang bang-wait no, it's called Big Bang." She corrected herself as Jen nodded at the correct name of the group.

"Why are they all so hot?" Angelina questioned, making Jen laugh out loud. "No, I'm serious. That is too much sexiness. That's not nice!" She crossed her arms, shaking her head.

"You'll never get used to it, trust me." The birthday girl sits on the bed. "My favorite is T.O.P. I have a big crush on him. He's so cool. I would love to meet him one day. Along with Wonder Girls and 2NE1."

"Hey, you never know. Maybe you'll get some VIP Tickets to a concert if they're in America."

"Yeah...but I wouldn't mind performing like them."

"What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't mind performing KPOP. Easier said than done right? But I love how they perform and their awesome dances."

"KPOP? That'll be interesting to see. Whatever your heart desires, I say go for it. Work hard, do research, and go for it. Anything is possible as long as you work hard for it. I would talk to your agent about that."

Jen nodded. "That's not a bad idea."

"So we're renewing our contracts tomorrow. Are you going to renew it?"

Jennie shakes her head. "I was talking to my family and agent about it. I think it's time for me to close this chapter in my life and move on."

Angelina nodded. "Do what's best for you."

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Today was the most difficult day for Jennie as she made her way to SongStress' office to meet in the boardroom. She walked with her agent, who has been a family friend of hers since she started in Amity. Her name was Diana Parker.

Jen's parents made sure to do their research when finding someone to really aid and be there for her while she was in the entertainment business. And Diana wasn't going to let SongStress make Jennie feel obligated to resign with them after all the crap she's dealt with.

Once they walked in, they sat in front of the manager, the President of SongStress, the Vice President, HR, the Supervisor, and the executive.

"All right Jen, here, you can sign right here." The Vice President handed her the pen.

"I won't be needing that." She replied in a low voice.

"Oh? Did you bring your own? Came here prepared, I admire that." He chuckled.

"No, I mean I'm not signing that."

The room goes silent as everyone but Diana stares at her, trying to comprehend what she just said.

"...What do you mean you're not signing?" The President slowly asked.

"I don't want to renew my contract." She firmly said as they looked at her in shock.

"How about we put more money in for you? Then you'll sign?" The President suggested.

"You heard the girl. She's not signing." Her agent spoke up.

"I wasn't talking to you." He snapped at Diana and turned back to Jen in a panic. "How much do you want for the next few years?"

"No sir, I think my time is up here." Jen declared.

"What do you want to have your solo? Is that what this is about? Okay fine. We'll have your solo for the next album." The Vice President exclaimed.

Diana managed to keep her laughs to herself at how panicked SongStress was. "This is too funny." She murmured. "You feel obligated to do this, right?"

SongStress continued to ignore her as their full attention was on Jen. Jen felt like this was the most attention they had given her since she first started in the group.

"You want to be in TV Shows? We got you covered." The manager pointed out.

"Why are you doing all this now and not when I was patiently waiting and asking when it would be my turn?" Jen questioned.

"Look we have been busy and-"

"Very busy with Hailey, that's for sure." She pointed out.

"Look we need you-" The President looked at her in despair.

"No, you don't. You need me to have Hailey be the spotlight. I said no, so please just let me leave this company." She pleaded, earning harsh glares from them as they gave up.

"Fine. Then leave." The President waved her away.

"Thank you for this experience." She stood up and headed to the door with Diana.

"Oh and Jen?" The President spoke up as she stopped and turned. "I hope you realize how much of a mistake you're making." He warned, narrowing his eyes.

She smiled and turned back around. "I hope you realize how much of a blessing this decision was for me."

After packing her things, and saying goodbye to Angelina, Jen decides to unfollow Amity on Instagram and Twitter but Angelina as fans started questioning it. After a couple of hours, she was fed up with the constant notifications of Amity and decided to just deactivate her Twitter and delete her Instagram to get away from it all.

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After leaving and going back home, Jennie went back to high school, while continuing to learn Korean and training for singing and dancing. Things were how they used to be. Going to school, still singing and dancing for fun. But she felt like something was missing. She still wanted to perform. But she didn't want to be in another situation like she was with SongStress. As a result, she researched different companies. The K-Pop itch came back as she decided to check out what SM Entertainment and YG Entertainment were offering.

She managed to go to an SM Entertainment audition but they told her she was not what they were looking for and she didn't look like a K-Pop star. She was upset at the unsuccessful attempt but she was glad they didn't take her. She didn't want to get any plastic surgery if they wanted her to.

As much as she wanted to be a part of SM Entertainment, she felt like their style wasn't for her and she wanted to be a part of a company that wasn't one of the huge companies if possible. Start from the bottom and work her way up. Win awards and break records that aren't from the Big 3 companies.

As 2013 rolls around, she suddenly gets a phone call out of the blue from Diana in mid-January.

"This is rare!" Jen beamed, happy to hear her voice.

"Very, it's been a while! How you been?"

"I'm doing all right. But I'm getting that itch again."

"Well, you're in luck because it's about to be scratched."

"What do you mean?"

"I was just curious, you still want to sing and dance, right?"

"Right!"

"You still studying Korean?"

"You betcha!"

"There's an audition coming up, for a South Korean Company called BigHit Entertainment. They're looking for some trainees. Now, I know it's not like SM Entertainment or YG Entertainment, and BigHit seems like they're not big on foreigners at the moment but you never know what'll happen. Don't let that discourage you. You up for it?"

"It's worth a shot. I want to try."

"Okay, I'll set you up so you can go to the audition in New York. Start preparing. I'll email you what they're looking for so you can practice."

"Thank you so much!"

After a week of training, Jen and her parents arrive at the private audition. She heads inside to sit in the waiting room, while she sees others, older and even younger people preparing for their audition. One by one their names were called as they went inside.

"Jennifer Walker." A woman called her name, standing in the doorway with a clipboard in hand.

Hearing her name get called caused her stomach to drop. Jennie attempts to ignore the nervousness as she stands up and is led inside by the woman.

'Everything is going to be OK. You worked hard, things will be fine.' She tries to reassure herself as she goes into a dance practice room where she sees the panel of three males, staring at her as soon as she walks in.

The three males look up at her. Before they were checking out her headshots and information.

Age 15

5 foot 5

Her experience with singing and dancing since elementary school and being a part of SongStress Entertainment with Amity for over a year. She also has four years of experience playing the guitar. Her heart began to race as she remembered to bow and politely greet them.

"So you have experience with music videos and performing live?" She was asked.

"Yes. Amity has done several music videos and a tour around the US."

"Why did you leave?"

Jennie swallowed as she, unfortunately, remembered bad memories. "New opportunities. I felt like SongStress wasn't the place for me. I still want to perform. I love performing."

"Sing an English song for us."

She decides to sing Rihanna's California King Bed with an instrumental from her phone. She starts nervously, but after a few lines, she gains more confidence and sings out, before they stop her after the chorus. Afterward, she had to sing a Korean song, and she chose Wonder Girls' Me In as she found an instrumental on her phone.

"Hey beautiful boy, let me love you, right now~" The nervousness was gone from her singing and filled with more power and confidence as she sang until after the chorus. She began to feel her face heat up after they told her to stop while she was getting too into it.

After the singing, they told her to dance, so she put on 2NE1's I Am The Best, nailing the dance moves on beat, and almost forgetting that this was an audition because she felt like she was in her room again, dancing happily to the song like she always does.

Finally, they take photos of her for headshots and to see how she'll look on camera.

After the photos, the audition was over and she went back to the panel and was told by the men at the table, "We're developing a boy group and were thinking of having one girl in it too. We'll get back to you. That's all for today."

"Thank you so much for taking the time to see me." She bowed again.

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A week later, Jen was on her laptop with her headphones in, listening to 2NE1's I Am The Best while checking her email. She suddenly sees an email from BigHit a couple of hours ago. Her eyes widen and her stomach drops.

Was this the result of the audition?

She slowly clicks it open and her throat tightens, making hot tears fill up her eyes. She read the email a couple of times to comprehend what was happening. She passed and they wanted her to become a trainee at their company. She wipes the tears of joy from her eyes and screams in her pillow. Afterwards, she tries to collect herself.

"Let's not get too ahead of myself. Let's take it one day at a time, Jennie. Things are going to be just fine. Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening!" She said excitedly and then ran downstairs to tell her parents. "Guys, I got great news!"

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After telling her agent and her parents about the shocking news, they all made their way to Seoul, South Korea. Jen's nerves got to her as she wished the flight was quicker. She was so excited to be able to get an opportunity to work in the K-Pop industry. She hopes to break down the barriers of being a foreigner and an African American in the K-Pop industry. Although she still was not aware of how different their work ethic is from America, she believed that she would be ready for the challenge.

After the plane lands, safely, the party finds someone that had Jen's name on a sign and they are escorted to Big Hit's building. Jen was in awe, gazing out the window as the car went past various streets in Seoul. She never knew how beautiful the area looked until she saw it up close and personal. She was looking forward to doing everything here. Eating, shopping, school, taking walks around, everything. So many things went through her head that before she knew it, the car stopped and they were in front of Big Hit's building.

Jen's stomach drops at the sight.

She was here.

The agency that wanted to take a chance on her.

The place who thought she had what it takes.

Big Hit Entertainment.

Her mom puts a hand on Jen's thick curly hair. "Sweetie, are you ready?" She smiled.

Jen nods twice and they all get out of the car. As they head inside, they go to the receptionist to let them know about their reason for being there and they make their way to Bang Shi-Hyuk's office with a translator.

"Music and Artist for Healing, huh?" Jen's dad read the slogan and nodded in approval. "I like it."

"Sweetie, you haven't said a word. Are you okay?" Jen's mom looked concerned at her daughter's silence.

Jen looked up and smiled nervously. "I'm excited just nervous."

"Everything is going to be fine. Don't worry, honey."

"You can come in." A staff member said in English as he opened the door for them.

As soon as they all walk in, they see the man himself, Bang Shi-Hyuk.

"You must be Jennifer Walker." He speaks in Korean.

The sound of his voice made her timid as she bowed politely. She'll have to get in a habit of bowing in South Korea. As she looks at him, she starts to remember his face. He was the one sitting in the middle during her audition.

"Yes, I am." Her voice affirmed in a shaky tone in Korean.

He let out a chuckle. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"No, sorry, just nervous."

He nodded and smiled. "Don't be. I want this to be a happy environment."

"Thank you. These are my parents." She introduced herself as her parents continued to look at her in surprise at how well her Korean was. "And my agent." She pointed to Diana

"What is he saying? And what did you say?" Jen's mom eagerly asks.

"I just introduced you guys," Jen responded in English and the translator took over to help Diana and her parents understand.

"Your daughter did very well during the audition. I believe she'll do great things for my company. She's in good hands here." Bang PD noted

"Thank you for allowing our daughter to chase her dreams here." Her father spoke.

"Sit down, please. I want to discuss the contract." Bang PD motioned them to sit and they complied.

As he started going over the contract, Jen's butterflies came back in her stomach. Would her family let her be out of the country for so many years to become a K-Pop star? She'll miss birthdays, weddings, graduations, births, even funerals.

"What is he saying?" Diana asked as the translator explained that they need Jen and her parents to sign and it's for a lot of years.

"A-a lot of years?" Her mom asked as she bit her lip. "We're not going to see you that often, are we?"

"If I am in a group and our schedules are fully packed, most likely not, Mom." The teen could see the tears developing in her mother's eyes.

Her mom grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "My little girl...in South Korea...chasing her dream to perform."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her father asked in a serious tone, keeping his emotions together. "Is this truly what you want, Jennifer?"

"I really want to do this. I'll call, I'll text, I'll Skype you, anything, I will keep in touch. If I can visit I will, I promise. I want this. I love K-Pop, and I truly believe this company is the best for me. I'm going to train hard to achieve my dream. Please. Let me do this."

"We're not going to be able to see you that often. We're not going to watch you grow up into a beautiful young lady." Her mom smiled sadly.

"If any boys give you trouble...I'm a phone call away, sweetheart," Her father placed a hand on her shoulder as he tried to hold back the tears. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you. I love you guys." Tears raced down Jen's cheeks as she tried to wipe them away.

Her father turned to Bang PD and nodded. "We'll sign it."

Bang PD nodded and handed them the contract. After they read over everything with Diana, Jen's father signs it first, and shortly afterward, her mom does the same and hands the pen to Jen. She lets out a breath and signs her name before handing it to Bang PD with two hands.

"Thank you. I will work hard." Jen bowed with a bright smile.

"As of today, you'll be a trainee. I'll be watching you, kid." Bang PD smiled.

After receiving a new iPhone and keys to the dorm to stay with the other chosen female trainees, Jen spends a few more hours with her family before a heartfelt goodbye as they go back to America. Her agent, Diana, stays with her in Seoul as she works with Big Hit as well. Once she heads to the dorm, she is greeted by the rest of the female trainees and quickly opens up to all of them. They welcomed her with open arms and she was grateful that she could communicate with them, with the Korean that she knew without any language barriers.

One thing she did wish she learned before she got to Seoul was how to eat with chopsticks. It took her forever to learn how to use chopsticks when eating and how different Korean eating habits were from America's. She had a lot to learn about South Korea's culture and was looking forward to it.

The next day was Jen's first day of training. Learning various dances and getting singing lessons. She also met other dancers and trainees. The training was so much different than in America, it was insane. She admired how passionate and hard the dances were.

A few weeks went by and on a certain Thursday night, after dancing was over, she decided to stay a little longer to clean up the choreography that she learned for hours.

With her curly hair in a puffball after all the perspiration, she groans at how she is going to be doing her hair while in South Korea. Maybe she should get a weave. But she'll probably have to order weaves to have it shipped to her. And order American products for her. She should've thought things through.

As she packed up after spending another hour practicing, she heard a happy English voice behind her.

"Hello~" The cheerful voice filled her ears.

She stands up and turns around to see a guy with curly blond hair and a boxy grin on his face.

"H-hi! Are you talking to me?" She responded in English with a smile.

"Y-yes. You...Am-erica? America?" He questioned in broken English.

She chuckled and nods. He sounded really cute while trying to speak English. It sounded like he was asking her if she was American.

"Yes, I am. And I speak Korean. I'm still learning but I should be fluent soon." She answered in Korean as his eyes widened.

His happy vibes were getting to her because she couldn't stop smiling at him. His positivity was off the charts. She needed that.

"Really? That's great!" He goes back to his native tongue. "My name is Taehyung."

"Nice to meet you! I'm Jennifer. You can call me Jennie, Jen, any nickname you can think of. How long have you been training?"

"I've been training a while, I'm working with BTS, right now. My stage name is V. But don't tell anyone, I'm a secret member for now. I haven't been revealed yet." He playfully grinned.

Jen couldn't help but drop her jaw. "You're a part of the upcoming new group? Gosh, I want to try to get that spot as the Bangtan Girl. I've been hearing everyone talking about how they want a girl in the group."

"Ah, the girls are training quite hard for that spot. I wish you luck! How do you like it here so far?"

"I love it here. Everyone is so welcoming. I still need to learn how to eat properly with chopsticks. I was a bit too excited to come here." She sheepishly grinned and rubbed the back of her neck.

"I don't mind teaching you!" He eagerly offered.

"Sounds like fun! You're really nice. Can I call you Tae?"

"Anything you like! Can I call you Ennie?"

"Haha, sure."

"I gotta go. I wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope to see you, again! Let's exchange numbers! Have you tried Korean beef yet?"

"No, I haven't. Is it good?"

"You'll love it! Hopefully, when we're both free, I'll take you so you can try some."

"O-okay!" She exchanged numbers with him.

She was still in awe of how friendly he was. She had a strong feeling they were going to be best friends very soon.

...And boy was she ever correct.

Whenever they were free, he would hang out with her and show her different sights in Seoul. She even fell in love with Korean beef. Taehyung was right when he said that she would love it. As the weeks went by, Jen continued to train while remaining best friends with Taehyung. She had gotten used to his goofiness and he made her less homesick whenever she thought about America.

It was March 1st. Jen just got off the phone with her parents and her two older sisters who were 18 and seniors in high school. Her sisters, Alani and Vienna were preparing to apply to colleges and improving their SAT and ACT scores.

Alani wanted to major in Journalism, to get into interviewing. Jen could see her being an anchor, interviewing celebs and hosting shows. While Vienna wants to major in Theater, getting into plays and other acting gigs. She was proud of them, and they were proud of her too. They told her how much they missed messing with her and it feels weird without her home. One thing that got to her was the fact that she would be missing their graduation. She informed her family about the upcoming practice for the Bangtan Girl audition. It was tomorrow.

The next day, Jennie made sure to get to the practice room early, wearing grey sweatpants, and a black tank top with a black sports bra. She made sure to put her curly thick hair in a messy bun and began to stretch. She saw there were 8 other girls in the room, that also wanted a spot to be the Bangtan Girl. She lets out a breath. This was going to be a tough competition. She prayed that things would go smoothly and that everyone would do well.

After everyone stretches, Son Seongdeuk, the choreographer for BTS arrives. He looks at every girl in the room as he stands before them. "All right, so the group I'm looking at now, is the group that wants to be that special young lady to be the Bangtan Girl of BTS."

"Currently BTS is working on two songs and we have the instrumental for them. I'm going to teach you the dances for both songs. No More Dream, and Bulletproof. I want to see how your flow is and your unique style of dance. After a few weeks, we'll have the audition." Mr. Son continued as he walked around.

"Now let me inform you of what we are looking for. The Bangtan Girl is fierce, tough, has attitude, beauty, and as the song says, bulletproof. What we are looking for is someone who can fit that persona." he informed. "And you nine ladies believe you have what it takes. And I want you to show me. I'm going to show you the dance for Bulletproof. Have a seat and watch."

The girls comply and sit down while he puts on 'We Are Bulletproof Pt 2. The first few beats made Jennie nod her head to the song. The beat was sick...but as soon as he started dancing, her eyes were about to pop out at the fierce dancing the choreographer was showing. Her jaw couldn't be shut as she watched how quick and strong the dance moves were.

'I...I have to LEARN THAT!? I can't do that! Is it too late to back out?! Wait no. No backing out. You gotta show them how much you want this. Things are going to be OK.'

'Yooooo. How am I supposed to whip my head back and forth that quick?'

'How can I move my chest like that?'

'BRUH...Those fluid movements and smooth footwork! I never did that!'

'I'm screwed.'

'H-how do you do that!?'

'Is that even HUMAN!?'

'The human body can do that?!'

There were all the thoughts in her head as she continued to watch his dancing. After he was done, the girls applauded and he told them to stand up so they could begin learning the choreography. The dance was hard and intense. Extremely intense. Nothing that she had ever danced before. It was more fluent and harder than any dance she danced in America but she was determined.

After practice, she was exhausted and stayed one more hour to try to work on the dance before her body just couldn't take any more for the day.

A week went by after learning the Bulletproof dance and they went to the No More Dream dance. Jennie still was mind-boggled at how she managed to do a hip thrust after some difficulty. Guys make it look so easy. She wasn't used to moving that part of her body yet. It must've been a hilarious sight to see her practicing hip thrusting back at the dorm while the other trainees were there. A week went by after that and it was now Friday. Mr. Son just finished the final practice day for the No More Dream dance with Bang PD watching the progress closely.

Jen lays her back on the floor, panting heavily. "So. Much. Dancing. I need a hot bath." She murmured in English before forcing herself to sit up. She looked around at the other girls who were just as exhausted if not even more than her.

Bang PD stands up from his seat after watching the whole dance practice. "You ladies have homework. The audition for the Bangtan Girl is on Monday. You have the weekend to practice. The homework is to create a verse for Bulletproof. Mr. Son gave you the instrumental when you first started learning the dance, so you can practice during your free time. The Bangtan Girl always sings with the Bangtan Boys. I want to see what you can come up with for the song and bring in your attitude and style to it."

"Just one verse?" Jen asked earning a nod from him as they got dismissed.

How was she going to create a verse? It's been a while since she wrote a song. The last song was during her Singing Exhibit for her birthday last year.

During the weekend, Jennie could not think of anything. When she tried to, it went well but she ended up scrapping it and throwing it in the recycle bin because it wasn't what she thought it would be. It was tough to admit that she started to get a writer's block. Saturday night she tried again, listening to the instrumental a couple of times.

"I have no fear so don't try to stop me..." she wrote and looked at it. "Eh...something needs to go in the middle of that..."

'Tellin' me your doubts won't change my mind'

'Staying up all night dancing'

"Ugh, I don't like it." She threw it away and sighed, running her hands through her messy curls. "I hope to learn more about lyric writing while I'm in this company. Right now this is terrible."

She groaned and tried again.

'Unlike you partying all night while I focused on my dreams'

'Everywhere I go, everything I do, I will show you and all the people who looked down on me'

'I'm in my own lane'

"Ah...this is so corny!" She exclaimed and frowned. "They're not gonna accept this. I'll just put down what I can. I can't stress over it."

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Monday came by quickly as the girls, Bang PD, Namjoon, Mr. Son, and Taehyung were in the practice room. Jennie wore white sweatpants, a white jacket, white Nikes, and a white tank top for the occasion. She even put a black bandana as a crown over her curly hair that was put down.

First, all the girls were to perform the Bulletproof dance. Jen's efforts were successful, thankfully remembering the dance. She tried to put more flavor into it with thuggish facial expressions that didn't seem too forced, and it went well, showing more attitude to fit the instrumental.

After that, one by one the girls presented their custom verses while doing random dance moves to go with the verse and beat of the song. Namjoon had his black shades on and his head down, deep in thought as he listened to each girl's verse. Jen had a hard time trying to figure out what he was thinking when each girl auditioned. Meanwhile, V kept dancing and nodding his head to their verses. Each girl did so well, but she hoped that she could stand out from them.

"Next." Mr. Son turned to Jennie.

She swallows hard as she lets out a shaky breath. Standing up, she received a mic.

'I got this...remember what you practiced, girl. Time to slay them all.' Jen gave herself some last words of encouragement as she stood in the middle of the practice room.

The girls watched behind her while she stood in front of the men watching her. She turns to Mr. Son and nods as he puts on the instrumental of Bulletproof. The instrumental comes on for the second verse of the song as she begins.

Badda bing badda boom

Jennie's here

I have no fear...so don't try to stop me

Hah!

Tellin' me your doubts...won't change my mind

With his ears perking up, Namjoon slowly looked up to watch her perform, fully engaged in how she sounded.

You want me to party? I don't have time

I've been busy workin' (she slowly shimmies to the right with the beat)

I've been busy dancin' (she slowly shimmies to the left with the beat)

I'm never prancin'

Just enhancin' (She flips her hair)

I will persevere and you can't stop my flow (She stands tall, looking strong)

I'm in my own lane

I'm here to attain (She makes a fist up in the air)

I got people asking, Who's the girl?' (She looks both ways)

The one with the curls, representing the girls (She ruffles her curly hair while strutting forward)

"I'm the one with the swag and I don't mean to brag but I broke oppositions to get where I am at today!" she ended her verse just before the chorus came with a fierce expression on her face.

The song stops and she lets out a breath as everyone applauds for her. A proud smile came across her features as she bowed to everyone, thanking them. The butterflies were no longer in her stomach and she was glad to get it over with. She hoped it was enough to please them to earn that spot.

The next day was the most nerve-racking because Jennie was called to Bang PD's office. She didn't know if she had done something wrong or if it was good news. She knocked on his door and he told her to come in. She walks him to see him turn around in his chair looking at her sternly.

"Y-you wanted to see me?" She asked softly, trying to ignore his stern look.

Was he mad at her? If so what the heck did she do? She didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"Do you know why you're here?" He questioned in a sharp tone as he crossed his arms.

"I-is it because of my audition?" She looked uncertain.

"How do you think you did? Do you think what you've done was what we were looking for?" His voice was serious as he narrowed his eyes.

'I'm about to get dropped aren't I?' She thought nervously.

"Y-yes I do." She quickly let out. "I think I've done well and tried my best."

After a few seconds of silence and staring, he speaks up again. "Well, you thought right, Bangtan Girl." He dropped his mean demeanor and smiled. "Welcome to BTS."

"Wh-what?" Her ears perked up as she widened her eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I had to keep myself from laughing." He chuckled. "I was trying to act as serious as possible. I hope I didn't scare you, too much. Congratulations, you are the Bangtan Girl. Your audition was great. You've done well."

"No way. No friggin way, are you serious right now!?" She started to form hot tears in her eyes as she started to get emotional.

"Your stage name is Jennie just like in your verse. I'm looking forward to watching you grow here. I'll be watching you closely. I have faith in you, kid." He said as she bowed

"Thank you so much." She wiped her tears. She had to urge to hug him but she wanted to try to stay professional.

"Your stuff is being moved to BTS' dorm. You'll be staying there from now on," He dismissed her.

She leaves the office and jumps up and down, running down the hallway with excitement. She quickly calls her parents. "Mom!"

"What?! What happened!? Is everything okay!?" She exclaimed in panic at Jen's sudden yelling.

"I'm the Bangtan Girl! I passed the audition! They picked me!" She yelled as her mom screamed and yelled to her husband to tell him the good news.

"I knew you could do it kiddo!" Jennie hears her father's voice.

After she finishes her conversation with her parents, she calls V and meets him in front of the Big Hit building. V runs and wraps his arms around her in a giant bear hug, spinning her around.

"I knew you could do it Ennie!" He laughed.

"This is so surreal, Tae. I'm in BTS!" She shakes him as he continues to laugh at her excitement.

"Come on, let's head to the dorm."

"R-right now?"

"Yeah!" He grabbed her hand to walk with her. "Don't be nervous! They're all very eager to meet you!"

"Seriously?"

"We found out right after the audition and when you girls left."

"I still can't believe this is happening."

"Believe it Ennie!"

As they make their way to the dorm, Tae opens the door. "MEET THE NEWEST MEMBER OF BTS! THE BANGTAN GIRL! JENNIE IS HERE!" He happily yelled in the dorm.

Almost instantly she hears yells and happy screams of excitement as the guys rush up to her while V gently pushes her inside and shuts the door. She almost laughed at how eager everyone was to meet her. They were bursting with energy. She could get used to this warm welcome.

"There she is!" Hobi screeched out of excitement

"We've been waiting for you!" Jin grinned

"She's pretty!" Jimin yelled

"H-hi!" She nervously greeted them as they all started talking at once.

"Yah! Guys, don't smother her! Let her breathe! One at a time! One-at-a-time!" Tae protectively grabbed her hand and took her further into the dorm as the rest of the boys followed them, continuing to ask questions.

"You two are just in time for dinner! Let's eat!" Jin announced.

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to her, Tae?" Jimin pointed out as they got settled to eat

"Ladies first." Namjoon gestured as Jen smiled nervously.

"My name is Jennifer, you can call me Jennie, Jen, or whatever nickname you come up with for me. I'm from America. I'm 15. Bang PD told me my stage name in BTS will be Jennie. I have two sisters who are 18, and I'm looking forward to working with you guys."

"You have a pretty smile!" Hobi pointed out. "So adorable!"

Jennie starts to feel her face heat up at the constant compliments. She wasn't used to this at all. She buries her face in her hands.

"Ahhh she's shy!" Hobi yelled as the guys started getting wild but Namjoon.

"Yah! Pipe down!" Namjoon calmed them down and turned to her. "Hello, I'm Namjoon. Better known as Rap Monster. I'm the leader of the group. Looking forward to working with you. I was impressed by your performance."

"Nice to meet you. I noticed you watching me closely. I was a bit intimidated." She admitted.

"Haha, really?" He raised a brow.

"Yeah like you and the glasses and everything. You scared me a bit." She chuckled.

"Sorry if I scared you. I was so focused on your performance. You just caught my attention." he smiled, revealing his dimples. "They made a good choice. Looking forward to seeing what else you can do."

"He's not scary at all, trust me," Hobi reassured. "Hello~ I'm Hoseok. You can call me by my stage name is J-Hope or Hobi."

"I'm the oldest, Jin. Anything you need, just let me know." Jin smiled politely.

"I'm Jimin. The coolest member of the group." He boasted as the guys disagreed and started hitting him with pillows, making Jennie laugh out loud. She could get used to their shenanigans.

Jungkook was usually shy around girls but Jen's demeanor made him relax and less nervous. He smiled awkwardly and looked away, avoiding eye contact until he heard her warm voice which made him look into her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Jennie. Nice to meet you. Your name?" She greeted.

"I'm Jungkook."

"I'm Min Yoongi. You can call me Suga." He greeted her as she nodded and smiled

"Eat up!" Jin gestured as they all began to eat.

Jennie finally managed to use chopsticks the proper way and chowed away.

"Guess you'll be a part of the Maknae line," Namjoon confirmed, remembering she said she was 15. "Your birthday?"

"November 10th."

"Ahh she's younger than Jungkook! She'll be our baby girl!" Jimin announced. "So what is America like?"

"It's what you make of it. I hope one day we'll all be able to go together and you can experience it yourselves." She smiled. "I still need to get used to eating properly and bowing here. I'm still not adjusted to your culture yet but I will soon. Please be patient with me guys."

"You're fine, don't worry about it." Yoongi waved her doubts away.

"What are your passions," Hobi asked

"I really love performing and meeting fans. I just love to sing and dance for fun. Music is my life." She happily revealed.

"What do you like to eat? I can put it in future references." Jin chimed in.

"Some foods I like are pizza, white chocolate, fish and chicken."

"Once we get some Korean food in you, I'm sure that'll also be your favorite food, too."

"I bet they will."

"Hey, what's your favorite color?" Jungkook eagerly asked.

"I like purple." She responded

"Any hobbies?" Namjoon questioned

"I like to play the guitar. Play occasional video games and golf." Jen addressed.

"Golf?" Jin asked in amazement.

"I'm not that good but I like the sport. It's fascinating to check out." She pointed out.

The rest of the dinner went great as she started to feel less nervous and excited to be working with BTS. The boys were so nice and welcoming towards her.

"Oh yeah, let's show Jen her room!" Yoongi announced as he stood up. The boys escorted her to a small room in the dorm. "Since you're a girl, we're sure you wanted your privacy. It's smaller than the rest of ours. I hope it's all right."

"No, it's perfect." She turned to them, looking appreciative. "Thanks, guys."

Later that night, everyone got ready for bed. Jennie said goodnight to everyone and laid under the covers in her new home. On her back, she looked up at the ceiling with a huge smile on her face.

"I'm going to like it here...I'm so happy. Thank you, Lord, for this opportunity." She sighed in contentment and fell asleep.

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