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celawrites · 4 years

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Day 37

It’s 12am and my phone is buzzing and I cannot sleep. What the fuck is going on.

You have 20 new notifications

I click open our class chat first, and to my surprise, it’s all birthday messages.

Clown: Did you guys actually have to type me a whole essay? Thank you tho <3

Pebble: A well written essay!

Sam: Time well spent

My phone vibrates and I’m invited to a call from a handful of friends.

Joining Your Neighborhood Pizza delivery service’s call…

“It’s 12am let me sleep”

“Are you not happy that we’re wishing you happy birthday at 12am?”

“I am, it’s just I’m also exhausted for no reason”

“You’re going out for a McDonalds run right?”

“Yeah. You guys woke me up halfway through”

“Sorry”

“I’m sorry it’s 12am and I really wanna know who’s in this call right now”

“Ah! It would be Estelle, Beanie, Min, “

“Your son”

“Mint”

“Sun”

“What the fuck are you guys doing awake?”

“Admiring the stars”

“Sure. Totally believe you”

“Cressie it’s your birthday.”

“One year closer to my demise I guess”

“You’re insane”

“So I’ve been told”

“Ah. Check your mailbox in the morning! There should be a couple things in there”

I yawn. 6 hours of sleep isn’t enough to run on.

“Alright get to bed. Sleep your last 3 hours and I’ll be waiting for you at 3am”

“Mint you’re the most punctual out of all of us why are you picking me up?”

“I’ve never had a McDonalds run with you. Besides, It’s Friday.”

“Alright I’m sleeping now good night”

“Good night birthday girl!”

“That’s so cheesy ksjdfalfa”

Sure enough, at 3am, I wake up and find Mint outside my door, vibing in his car. I shake my head and lock the door.

“Good morning Mint”

“Morning”

“You’re mean you know that?”

“Happy birthday Mint”

“Right back at you”

“HEY REMEMBER WHEN YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP LEFT ME ON READ WHEN I WISHED YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY-”

“I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THAT ALREAY”

“My salty ass could never”

“Alright what do you want for your birthday?”

“Neither of us give anything-”

“Our Asian ass could never”

“HOnestly”

“Ah. I do have a present for you though”

My hand reaches into my backpack and I pull out a scrapbook.

“In true Crescent fashion, I present to you our scrapbook”

“What?”

“A collection of all the photos we have together with little commentary along the way. This is now yours” I beam.

“You’re joking”

“Nope”

“I didn’t even get you anything like his I-”

“You don’t need to”

He snickers and hands me a small box.

“I found it while shopping online, and it reminded me of that one time A gave you a rainbow rose so I figured I would give you an eternal one”

I stare at the rose. It’s rainbow, and I was surprised he even remembered that his brother had given me one. I tear up slightly, maybe its because I wasn’t used to getting gifts from him, or the sudden change of heart but I mean-

“I’m crying”

“You’re always crying”

“SHUT UP KDFSKFSHDJF”

My hands clink at the glass softly, and Mint hums in appreciation as he flips through the scrapbook.

“Where’s this photo from?”

“Hm?” He points at a photo where both he and his brother are jumping on the trampoline while I’m sitting.

“Your mom sent it to my mom a few years back”

“Ah”

There’s a comfortable silence that passes over us, and I decide to answer all the texts that I had received about my birthday while he flipped through the book.

After about a dozen thank you!’s and 4 conversations, I finish. Mint snickers when he flips to the last page.

“You just had to put that one last huh?”

On the last page lies Mint and I at Junior prom last year. It was a tradition to go with eachother, and my friend had taken a photo where we were pretending to make out.

”Why? Don’t want your future wife seeing it?”

“No. It’s just you saved the best for last” he snorts.

“Of course” I hum.

“Alright what do you want from McDonalds?”

“Ice cream”

“You’re literally bleeding this week no”

“Uhhh. Fries?”

“Sure”

Mint starts his car and we head off. The sky is a calm blue. A dark shade that leaves you wondering if there’s more out there. It was ironic that I had met him so long ago. It was even more surprising when he moved here for junior and senior year. I was horribly confused, and the only explanation he could muster out was a job change for his parents. But I was pretty sure they just wanted to have A mature in a different environment.

“Lost in thought again?”

“Mhm. You never told me how and why you moved here in detail”

“Nothing really. It was a job change on my parents part, and a new path for A”

“What about you?”

“I wanted to chase the only person who never gave up on me”

“You’re disgusting”

“Better than confessing to my crush every day for a whole year”

“LEAVE ME ALONE”

“You’re the one who brought up how I chased you all the way to California”

“I still wonder how you can pin after someone like me”

“At some point I realized you saw me as a brother”

“I wish I could do that.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic. Have some fun every once in a while”

“Are you implying I should have a one night stand?”

“Once you’re a legal adult sure”

“Bad decision making except it’s Mint giving me bad advice as a joke”

“I hate you”

“Love you too~”

“You’re disgusting”

“Bleh”

HE pulls up at the McDonalds drive-through and I scream.

“dEAR ARE YOU ALIVE?”

“OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! EVERYTHING’S ON ME TODAY”

“WTF DEAR NO”

“NO OBJECTIONS. IS MINT WITH YOU?”

“I’m here”

“Happy birthday Mint darling anyways what do you guys want?”

“The usual”

“Nothing new?”

“Nope”

“Alright! See you at the second window!”

“Cressie darling I got you a gift!”

“I- what?”

“Gift.” He tosses something through the car window and it lands in my hands.

“What is it?”

“Check”

I click open the box and I find a small pendant with a moon.

“I thought you were a broke high school student?”

“But the boss gave me a raise and told me to get something nice for my lover and like I don’t have one so I mean-”

“I don’t deserve you” I sniff.

“Stop crying darling you’re scaring me”

I really hope you find yourself a lover this year or I will fight everyone around me I SWEAR”

“You’re being too loud again Cress”

“Sorry”

He hands us our food and waves us goodbye. It was funny to me. I had so many friends around me now that I had grown.

“Are you gonna make a birthday post?”

“Oh for Serenity!” I gasp.

I type away and Mint steals a couple fries from me. I hiss at him while typing.

“Too bad” he shrugs.

School rolls around and I ‘m met with 20 happy birthdays and a couple gifts fro my other friends. Surprise surprise I have other friends. Z and Sun’s gift surprises me the most.

“Cress” Sun calls for me after school.

“Hm?”

“Happy birthday” He hands a medium-sized box to me.

“You always make us scrapbooks for our birthdays so I thought I’d try to make one for you”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you-”

“You remind me pretty often but yeah”

I open the box and a seat little scrapbook sits inside. There’s a white pen, a silver one, and a gold pen rolling around next to it, and there’s a small letter. Z tackles me from behind and I crash into Sun’s chest.

“Z what the f-”

“Language” Sun glares.

“Your gift!” Z hands me a small photo sized box.

“Photos?”

“You made a whole batch with notes on the back for me so I decided to print a bunch for you!”

“Thank you Z” I sniff slightly.

“What’s wrong! Do you not like it?”

“No no! I’m emotional haha” I muster up a smile. My cursed birthday luck was gonna catch up with me soon. I just felt it.

“No worries! It was the least I could do” Z smiles.

I nod in response. The rest of the day carries out like normal, and I find myself tired by the end of the day. My classmates threw me a party, and at the end of the day, my friends threw me another one. I enjoyed it, but I was waiting for my cursed birthday luck to catch up to me, I could never be happy until it occurred.

“If you’re thinking about that birthday curse of yours again, I’d advise you to know that with me, there’s no chance of having bad birthday luck” Mint hums. His birthdays had no bad things. It was like the universe favored him.

“I know. But I can’t truly calm down until I get to bed”

There’s a comfortable silence that settles down before Mint speaks up again.

“I’m sorry”

“Why so?”

“You had always wished me happy birthday so consistently, and I never replied and I just feel really bad and all-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I tap at the red solo cup in my hand. “I probably deserved all that”

“You don’t and that’s why I kind of. Um”

“Mint you’re my editor what did you do-”

“Bought tickets back home?” I gape at him. My jaw is dropped, and he seems to panic. “My home’s open and all! I know your house is rented out and the renters for my place just moved out and we have thanksgiving in a month so I figured I would take you back for the break and I’m sorry! I probably should’ve asked first and all but-”

A choked sob escapes my lips. I’m shocked, I hadn’t gone home in so long. How did he know? A stream of incoherent words escapes my lips and Mint tries to soothe me.

“You know.” I managed to force it out. “Some days I question why I stopped crushing on you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t even deserve someone who cares for me and knows me like you and you always seem to know how I’m feeling and-”

Mint rubs soft circles on my back, and I let out my emotions. My birthday curse wasn’t a curse. It was a tradition. A tradition to cry at least once on my birthday, and for the first time, I was crying tears of joy. A couple minutes pass, and I feel my emotions slowly draw back.

“Thank you” I mumbled weakly.

Serenity made a new post!

It’s my birthday! Thank you to all of you who sent in birthday wishes (and death threats)! Another year has passed and I truly wish that I could thank you all face to face for the support!

Once again, my lovely editor Leaf shares a birthday with me so go ahead and send in some birthday wishes to him as well. For today’s gift from me, you all get a blast of joy! Much love!

-Serenity

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junghelioseok · 5 years

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change. | 09

↳ a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship.

◇ taehyung x reader | jungkook x reader ◇ angst | fluff | smut ◇ 4.5 [9/10]

notes: this is only half-edited, but i’m too lazy to look over the rest at this point. enjoy the second to last chapter of this fic!

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | epilogue ✓

The city rushes by outside your window, steely buildings and drab gray concrete beneath an overcast sky. Off in the distance, skeletal black trees rise up, signaling your imminent departure from the city. The train is surprisingly empty for a Saturday morning, and you tear your gaze away from the landscape momentarily to glance around at the other travelers sitting around the train car. You imagine everyone else has already made it home to their families for the holidays, and you can’t help the frown that mars your face at the thought.

You miss Jungkook. You miss his wide brown eyes that sparkle brighter than all the stars in the sky and his grin that shows off his prominent teeth. You miss his soft, melodious voice and the way he cackles way too hard at his own dumb jokes. This train ride would be much less agonizing with company—and yet, when you think about who you want by your side, it isn’t Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you wake the screen and thumb over to your text messages. Your fingers itch to tap on the coppery-haired man’s name, but you have no idea what you would say. After what he’d witnessed last night, you doubt whether or not he’ll ever be able to look you in the eye again. His awkward departure from your apartment weighs heavy on your heart, and you deliberate for a few more seconds before scrolling down and tapping on your best friend’s name instead.

[9:08am] You: I’m on the train now.

[9:08am] Jin: Good! Text me when you get there. And say hi to your parents for me!

[9:09] You: Will do

The little gray ellipses pop up, signaling that Jin is typing. You watch the three dots dance, tapping on your screen when it dims, and finally, after what seems like an eternity, his message comes in. All at once, the reason for his hesitance becomes crystal clear, and you wince as you read the words for a second time.

[9:11] Jin: How are you holding up?

You’d told your best friend everything this morning—the story spilling out as soon as he’d texted you to make sure you were awake to catch your train. His concern is tangible even via text, and you let out a heavy sigh before responding. I’m okay, you write slowly, your thumbs hesitantly tapping across the keys.

[9:12am] Jin: You sure you don’t want me to come over? I can and will get on the next train out there

You huff out a wry laugh, knowing very well that Jin has been looking forward to visiting Namjoon’s family for weeks. Don’t be stupid, you tell him bluntly, ignoring the stubborn pang of hurt that has taken up residence in your chest. Have a good time with Joon and his family, okay?

Plopping your phone down on the armrest, you rummage through your bag for your headphones. The train rumbles onward, but it’s easy—and almost therapeutic—to drown out the noise with your favorite playlist. Propping your chin in your palm, you direct your attention to the dreary landscape outside, tuning out the rest of the world as you hurtle ever closer to your destination.

Your parents are waiting for you on the platform when your train pulls into the station, bundled tightly in their warmest clothing and wearing cheerful smiles. Their faces crease when you disembark alone, smoothing out into understanding moments later. You hate seeing the pity shining in their eyes, but the warmth of their embrace is enough to temporarily banish any lingering negativity. It feels wonderful to be in their arms, and you breathe in the scent of your mother’s perfume as she clings onto you tightly.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetie,” she says after a few moments, pulling back from the hug to get a look at your face and beaming as she fusses with your scarf. You wonder, briefly, if she can hear the frantic patter of your heart against your ribcage. “How was the train ride?”

“It was fine,” you reassure, gently brushing away her hands and offering her a wan smile. “Early. But it’s nice to be back.”

You can see the lingering questions hiding behind her smile and the silent inquiry as to your boyfriend’s whereabouts. Where’s Jungkook? you imagine she’s wondering. Did something happen? But your mother has always been tactful, and your heartbeat settles just the tiniest bit when she bites back her concern and simply tugs your scarf a little tighter around your throat.

Your father, however, lacks your mother’s restraint. “Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” he asks. “Jungkook, was it? You still hiding him away?”

The way your mother nudges him pointedly in the ribs doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Nonetheless, you clear your throat and suck in a deep breath. “He’s… he’s not coming.” Saying the words out loud makes it all too real, and your heart thumps wildly in your chest for a few beats before splashing into your churning stomach. “We broke up.”

You know they can hear the pain in your voice, and you imagine they can see it on your face as well. Wordlessly, your mother folds you into another hug, your father joining in a moment later. “Come on,” you hear her murmur into your hair, the sound soft and soothing. “Let’s go home.”

The drive back to your childhood home is short. Your family’s cat, Miso, perks up at the sound of the front door opening, and darts over to twine around your legs when he spots you. “Hey Miso,” you greet, dropping down to rub his soft head and smiling when he purrs. “You want to come upstairs and help me unpack, bud?”

The cat doesn’t reply, of course, but when he nestles his chin into the palm of your hand and closes his eyes happily, you take it as a yes.

Your parents haven’t made any major changes to your bedroom since you moved out, much to your relief. Tossing your bag onto the bed, you flop down next to it, rolling over to stare up at the ceiling. Jungkook’s face drifts through your mind, and your heart aches when you remember the way he’d looked at you last night before he departed—eyes soft with tenderness and glistening with tears that he’d barely managed to blink away before they could be shed.

And yet, his face is not the only one occupying your brain. Taehyung is there too—his smile wan and forced as he hovers awkwardly on your doorstep. Your fingers itch to reach for your phone, to pull up his contact and send him a message. But your mind is a jumble of incoherent thoughts and half-formed sentences, and you have no idea what you could possibly say to explain the situation. What do you even want to say?

So instead of dwelling on it any longer, you let your eyes drift shut and fall into a fitful sleep.

The sound of the doorbell and your name being called rouses you from your slumber. Downstairs, you can hear happy greetings being exchanged, and with a sigh, you join in the merriment, putting on a happy face as your aunt and uncle fawn over you. You admire the new car that they’ve driven over in, and when your younger cousins give you boisterous hugs, you return them and offer them the most genuine smile you can muster.

More of your family members show up throughout the afternoon, and you eventually manage to escape back to your bedroom in the constant flow of long-awaited reunions. Curling up against your pillows, you idly begin scratching behind Miso’s ears, craning your neck to look down into his speckled face. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through this alone,” you tell him seriously, bopping him on the nose. “You’ll be here to support me though, won’t you?”

Miso meows and bumps your hand affectionately. You smile, laying back and allowing your eyes to drift shut again, only to jolt upright again when the doorbell rings once more.

Footsteps sound from downstairs, your mother’s voice echoing in the hall as she heads for the door. “I thought everyone was here already,” she remarks. “Are we expecting anyone else?”

“Not a clue,” your father replies. Silverware clatters against plates, and you listen as your aunt calls for your cousins to start setting the table.

Curiosity gets the best of you as the front door opens. Your entire family—even the most distant relatives—have already arrived, and you have no idea who could possibly be at your door so close to dinnertime. Quietly, you make your way down the stairs, just enough to peer into the entryway. A loud gasp escapes you when you see who is standing there.

Kim Taehyung is bundled tightly in an oversized wool coat, a plaid scarf wrapped around his throat and a light dusting of snow covering his shoulders. Gold-rimmed glasses sit on his nose, and when he smiles genially at your mother, all the breath rushes out of your lungs. Your foot slips and thumps against the railing, and you flail your arms wildly in an attempt to regain your balance.

Both Taehyung and your mother turn around at the noise. “{Name}?” the coppery-haired man asks, his voice soft and low and just as melodious as you remember. “You’re really here.”

“Y-yeah. I am,” you murmur, disbelief etching its way across your face as you descend the remainder of the steps and join the two of them in the foyer. “And... so are you, apparently.”

He nods, a bashful smile curling his lips. “Yeah. Sorry for barging in… again. But I thought that maybe—er, maybe we could talk?”

Your mother is glancing between the two of you, brows raised and an odd little smile on her face. “Why don’t you take a walk around the neighborhood? The lights are beautiful during this time of year.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Mrs. {Last Name},” Taehyung says, his smile widening. “My name is Kim Taehyung, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Taehyung,” your mother replies, shaking his proffered hand. Turning to you, she gestures toward the closet door, stuffed full of your relatives’ jackets and hats. “Don’t forget to put on a coat, honey.”

“Thanks Mom.” You ignore the knowing look she sends you before heading back toward the kitchen, and instead focus on fishing your coat out from the haphazard pile and shrugging it on. And once you’re dressed appropriately for the weather, Taehyung speaks again.

“Walk with me?”

You nod, and together, the two of you step outside into the cold. Taehyung follows your lead as you take a right onto the sidewalk, his breath escaping him in tiny white puffs. It’s snowing, you realize—fat white flakes drifting lazily down from the dark night sky. Reaching out, you catch one on your palm, watching it dissolve away as you try to gather your thoughts.

“I’m sorry to drop by unannounced,” Taehyung begins after a few more seconds of silence have elapsed.

At the same time, you ask, “Why are you here?” Flustered, you stop dead in your tracks, cheeks warming at his surprised expression. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. And you’re right. I owe you an explanation… and I probably should’ve called you first before showing up like this. It’s just that—well, Jin told me where to find you, and I just had to come see you.”

You blink, completely dumbfounded by this revelation. “Wait. W-what?”

“It’s crazy, right?” Taehyung chuckles ruefully, pushing his golden glasses farther up his nose. “I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve called. You probably think I’m nuts.”

“Why… why were you talking to Jin?” you ask, still utterly bemused. “I don’t understand.”

Taehyung sucks in a deep breath. “Right, right. I should back up. Jin, he called me at the gallery this morning. And he—well, he didn’t go into much detail, but told me about… about what happened yesterday.”

Your jaw falls slack. “H-he told you about Jungkook? And… and the breakup?”

Taehyung nods. “Yeah. He said that maybe it wasn’t his place to tell anyone, but he seemed insistent that I should talk to you. That I needed to talk to you. So…” He shrugs. “Here I am.”

“I… I can’t believe you’re here,” you stammer, your breath hitching when you meet his gaze directly for the first time. “I can’t believe Jin told you… wow. I’m sorry, Taehyung, I don’t know what to say.”

The coppery-haired man clears his throat, a tentative little smile curling his lips upward. “Maybe I should go first, then,” he says. Slowly, he begins walking again—unable to stay still as he clears his throat a second time and gives you a shy glance. “I really like you,” he finally says, the words escaping him in a whisper that dissolves into mist in the cold air. “I’ve liked you since we met that night at Luxe. I know you might not feel the same way, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Your heart skips several beats at his confession. So Jin was right after all, the voice in your head says, tinged with triumph. Distantly, you realize that Taehyung is still speaking, but all you can hear is the sound of blood rushing through your ears, your mind awhirl with thoughts. And at the forefront of it all, is another little voice in your head—this one declaring that this is all happening too soon and too quickly.

“Taehyung,” you blurt, interrupting him mid-sentence. “I—I’m flattered. And I, um. I like you too. But I just broke up with Jungkook, and I don’t know if I want to jump into something again so soon, and…” You trail off. “I don’t know, Taehyung.”

To your surprise, Taehyung grins. “I understand that. Completely. I just wanted to tell you the truth about my feelings. We don’t have to rush into anything or put labels on it, and we can take it as slow as you want as long as I get to spend time with you.”

Relief blossoms in your chest, lighter than air and lighter than the snowflakes still falling from the sky. “Taehyung,” you say, incredulous laughter lacing your voice. “You’re really too kind to me.”

“Nonsense,” he replies, reaching out to grasp your hand in his larger one. “You’re worth waiting for.”

You aren’t sure how to respond to that sentiment, so you simply squeeze his hand, blinking away the tears that are suddenly pricking at your eyes. The sidewalk in front of you blurs, but Taehyung silently tucks your twined hands into one of his coat pockets and takes the lead. Together, the two of you continue walking around the neighborhood, admiring the lights and decorations strung up on each house. Once you’ve rounded the entire block, you find yourselves back in front of your parents’ house, the sound of happy chatter and laughter ringing from within.

Wordlessly, you pause on the doorstep, neither of you willing to step back inside just yet. A few snowflakes are caught in Taehyung’s dark lashes, each one glittering like a diamond in the golden lights twined around the railing of the porch. Your fingers are still interlaced firmly with his, tucked safely away inside his coat pocket, and when he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, you smile and step a little closer to his warmth.

“I’m glad I came here tonight,” he murmurs, his voice warm like spiced cider, each syllable steeped in honey. You are immediately drawn to the soft curve of his mouth, lingering on the way his lips shape each word.

“Me too,” you tell him. Your fingers itch to twine in his hair and pull him down to your level, but you resist that urge and instead refocus your attention on his warm brown eyes. “Do you want to stay for dinner? I’d hate for you to come all this way and leave hungry.”

Taehyung chuckles ruefully. “It does smell awfully good in there.”

You grin, reaching out and opening the front door. “Then come on in.”

///

“Delicious.”

“Yeah?” Suspiciously, you peer up at your boyfriend, searching for any traces of deceit. As promised, the two of you had taken it slow, but today marks three months into your relationship and you can read him like a book. Finding only honesty in his expression, you accept the spoon he hands back to you and drop it into the sink. “All right. But is this filling as good as the apple pie filling at Luxe?”

Taehyung hums, stepping up behind you and winding his arms around your waist. “Better,” he assures, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I like the extra cinnamon.”

You smile. “Me too. Want to help me with the crust now?”

Reluctantly, he releases you from his embrace with a pout. You giggle and appease him with an extra apple slice, and together, the two of you lift the rolled-out dough, settling it carefully on top of the mound of apples in the pan. Once the sides are trimmed, Taehyung begins to decorate, crimping the edges and cutting slits in the top. He works with deliberate precision, each movement careful and guided, and you cannot look away from the gentle flex of of his fingers as he grabs a knife and begins cutting heart shapes out of the excess dough. You whip up an egg wash as he begins placing the hearts delicately around the sides of the pie, laughing at the look of concentration creasing his face.

When the pie is safely in the oven, the two of you wander into the living room. Taehyung plops down onto the couch and tugs you down onto his lap, laughter rumbling through his chest when you let out a surprised squeak. His hands smooth past the curve of your hips and down to your thighs, massaging the bare skin that your skirt has ridden up to reveal.

“Tae!” you gasp, wrenching your head around to look at him when his fingers brush the seam of your panties. “The pie’s going to burn!”

“The pie’s going to be in the oven for almost an hour,” Taehyung says with a chuckle, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against yours. “And believe me, that’s plenty of time for what I’m planning to do to you.”

Desire pools in the pit of your belly when he cups your heat, his thumb nudging your clit teasingly before he pulls away and reaches for the hem of your shirt. Slowly, he traces nonsensical patterns into the soft skin of your hips, his mouth finding its way to your neck and leaving a trail of hot kisses there before he pulls back and tugs the thin material off your body entirely.

“No bra?” he breathes, the amusement evident in his voice. “Dirty girl.” His hands find the swell of your breasts, thumbs rubbing the peaks until you begin to squirm and arch against him. A deep ache settles in your core, begging for relief, and you let Taehyung know by reaching back and winding your arm around his neck, fisting your fingers in the soft hair at his nape.

“Tae,” you warble, gasping when he suddenly pinches your hardened nipples. “Oh god, Tae—”

“Turn around,” he mumbles into your shoulder, and you fumble to obey, adjusting your position atop him until you’re straddling his thighs. Taehyung doesn’t waste any time in pulling you closer for a kiss, parting your lips so that he can lap into your mouth. One hand tangles in your hair, angling your head so that he can deepen the kiss, while the other settles at the small of your back. His grip is warm and reassuring against your skin, and when he dips down to squeeze the curve of your ass, you let out a shaky whimper.

Taehyung’s mouth curls into a smirk. He doesn’t break the kiss as he gathers you up in his arms, shifting so that he can lay you back against the couch cushions. Your hands fly up to grasp his shoulders, wrinkling the collar of his silky blue shirt, and, annoyed, you fumble with the buttons at his throat. “Want this off,” you breathe against his lips, and Taehyung pulls back with a wicked grin.

“You first,” he says, thumbs dipping into the waistband of your skirt. In one fluid motion, he’s pulled it off along with your panties, leaving you fully exposed beneath his wandering gaze. You gape at him as he tosses both pieces of clothing away carelessly, crossing your arms across your body instinctively.

“No fair!”

“Darling, when have I ever played fair?” Taehyung asks with a laugh. And when he nudges your legs apart and flicks your clit, every clever retort you’ve come up with flies out of your head.

By this point, your boyfriend’s grin is nothing short of shit-eating. Flopping onto his stomach, he presses your legs a little wider, settling comfortably between them and landing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just below your bellybutton. Then he trails downward, detouring to your left hipbone and leaving a purplish bruise in his wake before his lips finally latch onto your clit. He gives the bud a hard suck, earning him a throaty moan from you, and when his tongue darts out to flick at your entrance, you gasp his name. “Taehyung!”

“That’s it,” he rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“Y-you are,” you breathe, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the couch when he licks a long, deliberate stripe up your core. “Oh god, Tae.”

“Good girl,” he praises. Then he dives back back in with renewed vigor, his mouth scorching against your skin. He laves at you insistently—almost messily—and when his index finger delves inside you with no warning, your hips buck up and off the couch.

Taehyung seems to anticipate the motion, for he pulls away in the nick of time. Chortling, he winds his arms around your legs, warm hands splaying against your hips and keeping you in place as he trails kisses along your inner thigh. After what seems like an eternity, he finally refocuses his ministrations on your core, pressing two fingers inside you and curling them until he finds the spot that always has you keening and whining for more.

Pressure is steadily building in your tummy, winding hot and heavy in your core. Every thrust of his fingers, every flick of his tongue against your clit tightens the coil, and when his mouth latches onto the sensitive little bundle of nerves, you cry out and grasp blindly at his coppery hair. “Fuck, Taehyung—”

And then—nothing. All at once, the heat of his body disappears, his tongue and fingers retracting until you are left cold and empty on the couch. Dumbfounded, your eyes fly open, and when you see Taehyung standing at the foot of the couch, you want to stamp your foot in frustration.

“Taehyung!”

Said man tilts his head, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stare hungrily at the newly exposed skin, raking across the golden expanse of his firm torso. “Patience, darling,” he rasps, taking a few steps forward and settling between your legs once more. “Wouldn’t you much rather come on my cock instead of my fingers?”

The words send a jolt of electric desire spiking through you. Taehyung allows you to unbuckle his belt, hissing when you shove his pants and boxers down his hips and brush against his prominent erection in the process. With a growl, he kicks his pants off his legs before diving down and caging you in with his body, chest pressed flush against yours as he kisses you. Heat rolls off his body in waves, and you groan when you feel his hard cock branding itself against your thigh. Arousal flares in your stomach, even more potent and heavy than before, and you let out another groan as your fingers wind through his hair. “Taehyung, please. I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he growls, straightening up and shifting his weight so that he can position himself at your entrance. You are still drenched from earlier, and when he begins to push forward, the glide is so effortless that he slips right past the barrier and nestles deep inside your core. “You have all of me, you know that?” Taehyung breathes once he’s completely sheathed inside your body. “You always have, and you always will. And I love you so, so much.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging him down until you can kiss him again. “I love you too,” you murmur, letting your hands wander across the ridges of his cheekbones and down the curve of his jaw. He smiles, and you smile back.

And then he’s moving, pulling back until only the head of his cock remains inside before slamming forward with a force that sends you sliding up the couch cushions. Already, you can feel your walls tensing around him, and Taehyung hisses out an appreciative breath at the sudden pressure. “So tight,” he grits out, snapping his hips again. His thumb rolls lazily against your clit, and he smirks when you whimper. “So tight and pretty and perfect.”

The combination of Taehyung’s relentless thrusts and his wicked fingers on and around your clit prove to be too much. You come undone with a garbled moan, the coil inside you snapping and sending waves of fiery pleasure roaring through your veins. Taehyung manages another half-dozen strokes before his hips stutter and falter, giving in to the overwhelming draw of your body and painting your walls with spurts of white. Groaning, he buries his face into your shoulder, and you giggle at the feeling of his hot breath washing over your slick skin.

Neither of you move for several long minutes, taking the time to unwind and breathe each other in. You card your hands through his hair gently, massaging through the roots, and his arms snake around your waist as he shifts so that he can rest his chin on your sternum and gaze up at you with soft fondness shimmering in his gaze. And you’re sure that you’re wearing the same expression.

In the kitchen, the timer goes off, the sudden ringing loud in the silence. Taehyung huffs out a chuckle at the sound, slowly straightening up and pulling you to your feet alongside him. “Perfect timing, right?” he asks, shooting you a grin and waggling his eyebrows ridiculously.

“Perfect,” you agree. “Absolutely perfect.”

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