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eggos030 · 1 year

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Tipsin' | KTH

Suggested Play . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⌫ Genre ⌦ ONESHOT, Fluff, Angst, plus maybe something suggestive?? Strangers to lovers

↲ Warning's ↳ TAEHYUNG IN PARIS CAUSE I SAID SO, Swearing, cheating cause your husband is a dick, the reader just throws her life out the window after it tho, taehyung is so sweetest,

➜ A/N ꒱ I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I never intended for this to take so long and some of you have been waiting for this and there for I sincerely apologize but yippy! its out now after who knows how long. If I ever tried to write again please probably expect the same behavior where I will take 6 months to upload a short one-shot, but it out and I will hopefully learn my lesson and try to be more time-crunch-worthy. I hope you all enjoyed this and have a great day/afternoon/night!

Please tell me if your wish to repost it but do not claim as your own!

You regret the whole thing.

Why did you put some much effort in if it was only to end out like this?

Why did you trust them? Why did you trust him if his mother came to spoil the trip with the excuse of ‘it will just be some good old family time’ when your fiance agreed to make this a trip for just the two of you?

They left you simply because you weren’t just the right for his wrench of his mother.

You were waiting at Cathedrale Notre-Dama de Paris and the way they decided to cut ties was simply to just wave off a text.

Oh dear, I’m so very sorry. I know it wasn’t for the best to end it this way but I simply can’t hold it in, I don’t love you.

I never have.

Why would I continue if I grew out of it?

The hotel reservation is cancelled and your belongings are waiting for you outside.

what a lame gimmick.

How were you meant to process this? you were surrounded by a crowd if you started crying it would cause a scene.

What did you even do to deserve this?

Now, what did you do to deserve this??

while having a quiet breakdown and struggling to find your way back to the 30-minute walk hotel, only searching for what you have in your purse in case someone thought it was free luggage, you lost the track of time.

The sun was painfully setting quick as the street lights turned on causing panic to settle in. You have nowhere to stay because hell knows if the same expensive hotel would let you stay for a night under $30 within your card. You settle on the rock wall on a bridge watching the sun merge into the ground, you weigh your options to find a bar and drink away your sorrows in hopes of finding a kind that would let stay within their abode for a day or two.

And a kind soul you did find.

Within your sappy sorrows and bubbling panic festering inside you, you never took aware of your surroundings as a telling figure approaches you.

" ma’am? Are you okay? " a deep yet so soft and gentle voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your head slowly turns to the left to find a gorgeous man.

He wore a simple white button-up and some simple brown dress suit pants. simple yet outstandingly attractive, he was truly something to gaze upon which you got distracted by immediately.

He gets more worried when you haven't responded so he asked again.

" oh " was all you could muster " Oh! Me! "

He agreed with a distressed nod but a small smile crackled on his face, god he's, even more, prettier with a smile.

" I'm sorry, it's just I noticed you were crying? "

You were crying?

You quickly wipe your check to feel the tears, realizing you had cried you were quick to reassure him.

" oh, I'm okay I swear it's just been a really tough day " you stuttered through your sentence for a moment but begin to realize your situation again, He saw the swift change of emotions within your expression.

" oh no, I'm so sorry " why is he so nice?

" It's okay! you don't need to apologize, it was probably better than what others might do" ew, that was the fattest lie you've ever said, and hate it.

He grew curious about the case. " I know this might sound very weird since well we only meet within like 5 minutes but do you maybe wanna tell me about it? "

His voice was soft and gentle again while his eyes lock onto yours, he looked at you with such care as you would shatter within a touch, unlike your now ex-fiance.

" over a drink? " you suggested with a weary tone like you were stepping on eggshells.

He softly grins.

" I don't see why not "

Literally, 6 hours ago your fiance broke up with you and left you in Paris all by yourself with no remorse, you wandered around Paris, and then found the most handsome yet caring man that could ever exist.

either god knew you needed a reset on your man choices or he just chose you to be the lucky one today cause here you are in an old people's bar with a man you never thought you could ever come across.

it didn't take you very long to chug down a couple of drinks to block out your bugging problems but there was a habit on this behalf of drinking.

you get very chatty.

You two got chatting away and learned his name was Kim Taehyung, you thought Kim was a very suitable last name next to your's but you weren't sure if he could handle you any longer, but he didn't seem to mind when he told you his side of his problems. It turns out that Taehyung is a big Korean pop star with tons of fans running after him and his friends, there are only small times when he can take a break from it for a while which in this case is the trip he's currently on.

" Pairs was and always is calming to me. I come here often because the place holds a lot of meaning to many people whether it would be for love or the aesthetic of the city maybe even the history but for me personally? I only come here for the art, it's pretty and wonderful to look at like you could make art here yourself which I do by taking pictures from time to time. "

He spoke with clear passion in his eyes like a dog just got a treat or you gave an iPad to a 9-year-old for the first time, it was something you adored to watch while spending such a small time with him.

You managed somehow to complement some input to his passion.

" wow," he looked at you confused by the sudden input.

" I mean like it would make sense knowing that you like have such a busy lifestyle with this whole idol career. " you back yourself up but he hums realizing what you meant.

" ah, well it's not that bad really " he tries to reassure you but you give him a blank stare causing him to giggle" really it's not! sure some threats and weird people but aside from that we have very loving fans who are very supportive who loves us to bits and so we repay them back with the same love " you smile softly at his kindness for random kids start to show again.

" I think that is very kind of you " He looks at you searching threw your eyes for a lie only to find true honesty with a smile " I mean you've never really met all of them and yet you try so hard to give back the love they give you in your dark times just like what you do for them right? "

He nods with a grin " yeah " he pauses before saying it again.

you gaze upon the old people around you as the jazz band starts to play a cover of fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra, you smile as some of them get up to dance.

" you know, I really like Frank Sinatra "

you look at him realizing the distance between the two of you, you lean on your left arm as Taehyung leans closer to you on his right arm, he looks back at you waiting " yeah? " you question speaking softly like the whole world could listen to you.

" yeah. " His smile slowly forms into a grin " He makes me want to dance "

" Really? " you giggle as you also start to grin, damn that cocktail is getting to you quickly.

" yeah, I'm serious " He starts to giggle and grin but it slowly dies down, he mutters something while breaking eye contact to get up and move to the dance floor making you confused.

" what are you doing? " you quickly question not having a clue what he's doing until he starts to move his feet to the beat and his arms swing to the bass.

"I'm dancing " He states waving his arms out proudly.

" you dance like a dork " you laugh as he covers his heart pouting like a sad puppy.

you watch him dance his heart away before getting up to join him. He quickly turns around at the feel of arms wrapping around his to find you swinging and swaying to the beat as well, He smiles as he brings you closer wrapping an arm around your waist and slipping his hand into yours.

" Is this alright? " He leans down to your ear and softly asks, his low rasp sends shivers down your spine as you nod softly before placing your head onto his shoulder.

" Is this okay? " you ask with a whisper " fine with me, sweetheart" he responds with a small comforting smile as you close your eyes and bathe in his warmth welcoming the flush forming on your cheeks as your heart beats faster.

You both slowly rock to the beat letting the world slip from your grasp and hold each other like it could end any moment, you're enveloped by his rich expensive cologne by who knows what fancy brand but you would never want to let it go, his soft yet calluses decorated his fingertips but his big hands held your waist perfectly when from time to time he would gently move his hand tracing your spine and moving back down past your waist just to your tail bone before moving to its original spot.

This man cradles you so gently that could make you melt in seconds but it makes you think that your ex-fiance never held you like, questions start pouring through as you doubt if there were signs earlier in your relationship that you missed.

Taehyung glances down at you finding you dazed and spaced out " is something on your mind? " You look back up at him and find him with a worried expression.

" oh it's fine " you spoke softly smiling as the wave of emotions collided with each other, the alcohol swaying deep inside but it was evident to everyone you thought especially to him.

He paused for a moment searching through your eyes before speaking " I know we haven't spent much time together but it wouldn't hurt to tell a stranger what's on your mind? "

He wasn't wrong, I always thought that it might be therapeutic to just realize everything to someone who wouldn't remember about it an hour later.

"Well, my reason for being here originally was to spend some time with my fiance and his mother because he proposed not long ago " Taehyung's warm and happy expression dropped from the words.

" oh, but if you were here with them then where are they? they must be worried about you " He started to draw away from me but I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him back in and provoking him to look perplexed.

" He left me. "

Taehyung stands in shock. Why would someone leave someone so captivating, gracious, thoughtful, and witty as you? un-answered questions racing through he gazed down at you.

"Why? " was all that came out of him. He stood stunned by the words that left you as confusion formed a frown on his face " why would anyone even . . . " he was truly baffled.

"It's okay though, with trial comes error right? " you smile back at him, his gaze slowly falls to pity as you let the words fall out " I'll just call a family member, or " you slowly start to stutter, struggling to find the next pair of words until you feel a soft grasp of his hands holding yours leading you off the dance floor.

As the two of you sit down he holds you close whispering sweet gentle comforts in your ear as you calm down by the warmth he radiates and the gentle caresses of his thumb while he has your hand.

"Look, this might not be the best-suited place for you to tell me how terrible your so-called husband is but I have a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower from my hotel suite if you want to complain about your problems there. "

You slowly look up to meet his caring gaze and with a nod, you were whisked away from your savior of the night.

TAGLIST: @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @osakis-gf , @itsme-mel

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theharrowing · 5 months

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White Lies 🤍 0: Introductions

Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his partner Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest.

You need to have them at all costs.

🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung

🤍 word count: 0; screencaps of twitter feeds & text messages.

🤍 college au, cop au, partial social media au with a lot of written story, strangers to lovers & established relationship, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slash, poly, minor character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+.

🤍 warnings: ACAB includes our MC, sorry you found out this way.

🤍 this is a sequel to Boy Blue! i highly recommend that you start at the beginning to fully understand the the dynamic & history between Yoongi & Taehyung. there will be a lot of references to Boy Blue; this fic will spoil the shit out of it. this MC/reader character is not the same MC/reader character from Boy Blue.

🤍 for full notes & warnings, see the master list.

🤍 note: those of you who read Boy Blue...you finally get to meet one of the characters for the first time. are you excited??? this is the first of several surprises hehe.

🤍 posted nov. 2023 | read on ao3

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Profiles of starting characters:

reader/mc:

Yoongi & Taehyug:

Seokjin:

note: time stamps & dates are important but also a bit loose. if you see a mistake just pretend you don't! more profiles are likely to be added, and i may or may not remember to edit this post so just vibe with it. 🤍

also note: the image for mc is a statue of medusa, and it is not meant to suggest that she is white. her physical description is going to be kept as vague as possible.

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Teaser for Chapter 1 because i love you:

😈😈😈 HELLO, MY LOVES!!! ARE WE READYYY??? i am still trying to wrap up Collateral before i get too far into this fic, but the muse has been wanting to work on this and nothing else, so here is a teaser. and yes, you are not mistaken, Kim Seokjin is alive. 😈😈😈

i cannot thank you enough for keeping the hype for Boy Blue alive. it was such a wild ride that i thought people would hate me for, and it became somewhat of a cult classic. this fic will have all the twists and turns that you have come to expect from Boy Blue, with some wild new additions because my writing style has changed a bit in the last two years.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE THE LIFEBLOOD OF THIS SITE, BUT LIKES ARE ALSO SUPER APPRECIATED!!! 🤍🤍🤍 BUCKLE UP BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A WILD RIDE!!!

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#taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #tagei x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts yandere #social media au #undescribed images #undescribed #fic: white lies

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kimnjss · 4 years

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game nights | ot7

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader ⇢ genre: smut. // pure unedited filth. ⇢ word count: 4.7K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, fingering, voyeurism, oral sex (f/m. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, soft noona kink, riding, cum shot, light anal play, exhibitionism, idk if this is an orgy buut... handjobs, masturbation, think there’s a bit of dry humping too. ⇢ A/N: yall, this was so !! i had a lot of fun writing this and this is my first time writing all of them so like pls be nice :( seven is a lot tho ., yn really out here living her best life x

Several kisses are placed to Yoongi's cheek as you stand from the bench in the camper van. Wanting to give him some space to work as he got sucked deeper inside of his music, his grin grows at the feeling of your lips against his skin, a distracted peck being placed on your lips before you're heading out of the van.

Quick steps are taken toward the main house, set on seeing what the other guys are up to in there. Joon and Tae busy preparing dinner for tonight. Jimin is the first to notice you as you slide the screen door open, lips stretching into a pretty smile.

He's sat on the table, Hoseok in front of him and Jin on the other side. “What you guys in here talking about?” You're asking, sinking into the open space between Hobi's legs. Your back resting against his chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His head cranes to the side, wet lips grazing over the shell of your ear.

“They're playing the game,” His words tickle your ear, teeth nipping at the skin. He has your eyes fluttering from the gentle touch of his tongue, tips of his fingers brushing against your thighs.

The soft swipe of his tongue shifts into bold sucks from his lips, a single hand sliding underneath the fabric of your shirt. He's tracing patterns against your stomach, grip tightening around your thigh, parting your legs slightly – just enough so he's able to fit his hand between your legs.

A soft laugh falls from your lips, head tilting a bit so you can get a better look at his face. “What's gotten into you?” His fingers managed to creep up high enough underneath your shirt, fingers just underneath the wire of your bra. “You look good. This Kookie's shirt?” You're nodding, barely registering his words.

Mind too wrapped in the anticipation of what the and between your legs plans to do. Never one to beat around the bush, it's no surprise that Hoseok is skipping the formalities, going for what he wants. Jimin has hopped up from his spot at the table, singing is heart out with the karaoke lyrics that appear on the screen.

Jin is still in his spot at the table, focus on the character running across the screen. Neither of them picking up on the way Hoseok has slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts, bypassing your panties completely. Cool fingers find your folds, stroking them slowly.

“So soft,” He sighs into your ear, fingers moving further between your legs. The tips of his fingers finding your entrance. With each gentle stroke he leaves behind, paired with the wet kisses he's leaving on your neck, you're growing wetter. And he's quick to notice, a groan falling from his lips at the feeling of your slickness. “Getting so wet already.”

With his words, his fingers are picking up speed. Moving up to find your clit, applying light pressure to the nub and you're eyes are rolling. Hips lifting slightly as your head lulls back against his shoulder. If he was trying to be discreet, that's now shot to hell with the sounds that leave your lips.

He doesn't seem to mind, rolling your clit between his fingers allowing you to lift your hips into his hand. Hoseok sucks hickeys into your skin and you feel heat bubbling in your chest. Close already and it's a little embarrassing how quickly he managed to get you there.

“Oh, fuck!” The cry tumbles from your lips automatically, as he's pushing two long fingers past your walls. He's chuckling, sliding into the knuckle, curling up, and just barely brushing against the soft spot inside of you. Jin's attention is flickering to you instantly at the sound of your voice, recognizing the roll of your hips automatically.

Thick lips caught between his teeth, sitting up slightly to get a better look at the movement of Hoseok's fingers between your legs. He's pumping his fingers in and out quickly, pressing against that spot each time he can reach it. Pulling whiny moans from your lips that has Jimin turning to face you.

Dark eyes zeroing in on the look on your face. Brows furrowed, jaw slack as a string of moans falling from your lips. A tightness rises between his legs, brow arching slightly. The karaoke forgotten as he lowers himself in front of you. “Is Hobi making you feel good, baby?” His tone soft, fingers reaching out to catch your jaw.

He uses his grip to tilt your head to his, pinning you with that sexy look that has your toes curling. You nod, but he's shaking his head instantly. “Wanna hear you,” Hoseok has pulled his fingers out to the tip, pushing them forward with a force that has a loud shout breaking through your chest.

Keeping his fingers pistoned inside of you, his thumb lifts to toy with your clit. Jimin's waiting expectantly in front of you, hands set on your knees to keep your legs from clamping shut. Weakly, you nod again – quickly realizing that wasn't enough for him the last time.

“Y-yes. It fe-els... so good.” It's the stroke of his ego that has Hoseok speeding up the movement of his fingers, mind set on making you cum in front of his members. Jin has moved from his spot behind you. Sat beside you with a large hand set over the growing bulge at the front of his shorts, not daring to look away from you.

It's different, having all of their eyes on you. Use to the times that Jungkook has watched, but this was much different and you liked it. So much that it has your walls clenching around Hoseok's fingers, pressure building in the pit of your stomach. “She's so close,” Thumb pressing down rougher on your clit as he speaks.

His name falls from your lips on a broken cry, orgasm washing through your body. Long fingers fuck you through the entirety of it, lips pressing soft kisses against your skin as you ride it out. He's not pulling his fingers out until your body is crashed against his chest again.

Jimin allows you no time to breathe, hands instantly reaching from the waistband of your shorts. He's tugging them down your legs before you're able to register he has a hold on them. Catching your panties along the way, effectively revealing your wet lips to the entire living room.

“Fuck, you're so messy.” He's whining before leaning forward, Hoseok's hands now on your knees – holding your legs open. Jimin's thick tongue takes a bold lick over your slit before he's diving in, lips attaching to your clit as the tip of his tongue flicks against it.

Hoseok's chin is rested on your shoulder, watching Jimin's tongue fuck into you. His thick length pressed into your lower back, the slow lift of his hips dragging it against you. Soft groans from the friction falling from his lips, mixing with the husky moans that echo beside you.

Eyes shifting, landing on Jin. Cheeks flushed and teeth scraping against his teeth, eyes downcast, focus on the twist of Jimin's tongues over your folds. He's since pulled his cock from behind his shorts, glistening tip on full display as his large hand strokes over the base. His hips move to match the movement of his hand and you can't keep yourself from reaching out.

His cock is thick, heavy in your palm. There's a stutter in his hips when you're stroking him, a pit more power in your movement than he had been applying before. The tongue between your legs moves swiftly, pushing past your folds and slipping into your entrance.

He's lapping up the juices that have leaked from your core following the orgasm Hoseok just gave you. Moaning against your core like the taste of you is the most delicious thing to ever hit his tongue, the sound sending vibrations through your body that has your pussy tingling, not far from your next release.

“Jimin,” The gasp falls from your lips easily, free hand reaching down to tangle in his hair. Pushing his face further between your legs as they threaten to close, if it wasn't for the firm grip Hoseok had on your thighs – no doubt they would've clamped down around his head by now.

Jin hisses, your hand squeezing around him a bit hard – moving faster over him. He's moving against you, cursing under his breath as the tightness in his stomach grows. The steady roll of Hoseok's hips behind you doesn't let up either, driving himself closer to the edge which each thrust.

“You're so sweet. Gonna cum all over my tongue?” His words are murmured into your entrance, but you hear him as if he's right at your ear. Nodding breathlessly as your hips lift, silently begging him to bring you to your climax all over again. Strong hands reaching out landing on your inner thighs.

His nose is pressed snugly against your clit, pushing against it with each movement of his jaw. Desperate pleas and mules fall from your lips and it's not long before you're falling apart, hand loosening around Jin's length which has him reaching to finish the job himself.

He watches you as you cum, grunting out his own release moments later. Jimin doesn't let up between your legs, taking in the new flow of arousal that leaves your body while Jin's cum splatters onto your cheek, rolling down the side of your face. Soft kisses are being placed to your clit before Jimin is lifting his head from your legs completely, hooded eyes finding your flushed face.

Your juices drip from the tip of his nose all the way to his chin. You don't bother to mask the soft moan that falls from your lips at the sight of him sucking his lips into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. Thick lips capture yours a soft hand set on the back of your head to keep you still, mouth instantly flooded with your taste.

Jimin pulls away after a while, grinning down at you. Hoseok is the one to wipe your face, sleeve covered palm reaching up to wipe the stickiness from your cheek. He's cooing sweetness into your ear, gentle praise of how good you were for them. Hearing his words is enough to have your head spinning.

Jin is helping you to your feet after Jimin has secured your shorts onto your hips again. Soft lips finding your forehead and the moment is so sweet. Being surrounded by them, the way they care for is enough to make your heart swell.

And for the hundredth time, you're filled with the simple happiness that comes from being her. With them.

Dinner was delicious, much to Namjoon's surprise. He had been so worried about cooking for everyone, but it turned out well in the end. Paired with the delicious stake prepared by your Taehyungie, it made for a great meal. Now the eight of you were gathered around in the game room, figuring out what game to play together on your last night.

Last night. You couldn't believe that the week had flown by so fast, had enjoyed yourself to the fullest here with them. It was nice to get away from it all, be in a place where only you guys existed. A definite breath of fresh air being able to step away from the constant hustle and bustle of their everyday life, finally able to breathe.

And them wanting you to be here with them made it that much better. This trip could easily be placed high up on your list of time spent with them. Whether it was spending mornings with Jin, cuddling with Yoongi, or working out with Jungkook you had enjoyed yourself.

Even if it was something as simple as watching Jimin and Taehyung sing karaoke, it felt like the best moment. Reading with Joon, driving with Hoseok such simple things but each moment felt precious. Even now, sat around the table listing off the different games you could play, it felt special.

It's Taehyung that suggests strip poker after the game of Avalon has grown too confusing to keep up with. And it's no surprise how quickly the suggestion is picked up, wide grins spreading across features as the cards are passed out. The game quickly turns competitive, it's inevitable with these boys. Although, their goal isn't targeting each other – no, what they were focused on was which one of them could trap you. A secret alliance formed to get you undressed but battling to see who could make you take off the most.

You're not the only one that has stripped down, though. Sat in the t-shirt that you stole from Jungkook and a pair of panties is almost nothing compared to what Taehyung is left in. the one that suggested the game, but he wasn't doing so well. His shirt and pants discarded, as well as his socks. He sits in nothing but the clingy briefs that leave very little to the imagination.

And you don't even bother to keep yourself from looking down. He's hard, which isn't much of a surprise. You had been pressed against him since he took his shirt off, seconds from nuzzling your way into his lap. His cock seems to twitch at the new bit of attention, lips parting as you all but drool at the sight.

He notices instantly, shifting so that his crotch is on display. You can clearly see the way it fights against the fabric of his boxers and your mind is wandering to all the things you know he can do with it. Yoongi's attention is spiked at the lull in your game, eyes following where you're staring. A brow lifted in Taehyung's direction.

Tae doesn't even realize he's got another set of eyes on him, the game the farthest thing from his mind as he reaches for your hand. Movements slow but there's direction behind them. Yoongi watches the entire time Tae sets your hand in his lap, spreading your fingers over his crotch.

A breathy moan falls from his lips when your fingers flex around him, hips lifting just slightly to meet your touch. The others are so wrapped up in the game, attention on Hoseok who has lost two rounds in a row. Shirt ditched as well as the sweats that hug his hips so nicely.

Your focus doesn't shift from the movement of your hand, though. Encouraged by the soft whines that fall from his lips, paired with the intense stare from Yoongi beside you. The tightness grows between his legs, not sure if it's from the sight of Taehyung getting worked up or watching the both of you. He doesn't care enough to dwell on it, though.

He's scooting closer to you without a second thought, arms wrapping around your waist. It seems like the game has been forgotten, an argument broken out about Jimin cheating the entire time. All so caught up in the game, they're not even realizing that's going on right beside them.

That's until Taehyung is letting a loud groan fall from his lips, a reaction following the swift way you've slipped your hand into his boxers – grasping his length in your palm. Yoongi ignores the new set of eyes on you, continuing his movements in spreading your legs. Effortlessly pushing your panties to the side, long fingers finding your sensitive clit instantly.

“Noona,” The breathy moan follows the whine that falls from your lips, your eyes snapping up to find Jungkook's, watching you hungrily from across the table. In that alerting you to the five-set of eyes burning into you, watching as your hand works over Taehyung and your hips roll into Yoongi's palm.

“You like being watched, huh? You're so wet already?” Yoongi's deep voice fills your ears, fingers slipping past your folds. He uses your slickness to easily slip past your walls, the familiar stretch pulling a soft sigh from your lips.

Head bobbing in response to his words, catching the smirk that falls on his lips. “M-more,” You croak, wrist twisting as you work your hand over Taehyung's length. His legs are spread, making it much easier for you to stroke him. Head cocked back slightly as his hips move with the rhythm of your hand.

“More what, princess?” He's asking as if he doesn't already know, the slow drag of his fingers enough to drive you insane. He doesn't show any signs of speeding up either, having too much fun teasing you.

Your eyes are finding Joon, the one that has always been sweet on you. Hitting you with a simple pout, silently begging him to implement his leader skills somewhere in here. Anything that would get you to your release quickly, you could already feel the dull ache growing between your legs.

One look is all it takes to have Joon rising to his feet, large hand pushing the soft hair back off his forehead. “You want all of us, huh, baby?” His words are making your eyes go wide, the opposite to be said about your walls that clench around Yoongi's fingers.

“Fuck, she just got so tight,” Yoongi announces, eyes lifting to land on Joon. That is all the confirmation that he needs to round the table, taking up space behind you. A hand set on your shoulder to pull your body back, just enough where he's able to reach your lips.

He kisses you hungrily, plush lips taking over yours. Wet tongue slithering past your lips and meeting yours, the moans Yoongi is able to pull from your lips are swallowed with each twist and push of the appendage. Jungkook rises across from you, instructing his hyungs to lay you down and you're still trying to keep your focus on Taehyung.

Thrusts have grown weaker, but the soft sighs still seem to fall from his lips. Obviously getting off on more than just the way your hand was able to make you feel. Joon is quick to follow the younger's request, pulling back from your lips as Yoongi pulls his fingers from inside of you. He's able to easily lift you onto the table, amazing you with the way he's able to handle you as if you weigh nothing.

You're laid out for them like the meal they just feasted on and they're looking at you like you're the most delicious thing. Yoongi's got his fingers pushed into his mouth, sucking your juices off the digits. Hands catch the hem of your shirt, you're not registering that it's Jungkook in front of you until the boyish chuckle leaves his lips at the sight of your bare breasts.

“So pretty, Noona.” He groans, soft lips latching onto your raised nipple. Teeth grazing over it as his hand reaches to pinch and twist the other one. Long fingers curl around your calves, lifting your legs and pushing them toward your chest. The soft suck around your clit has a pang of arousal shooting through your body, hips lifting.

A firm hand pushes your hips back down onto the table, thumb brushing against your hip bone lightly. “Be still for Hyung,” It's Yoongi's voice, don't even have to open your eyes to pick out his gruff drawl, which could only mean it's Jin who's between your legs.

Somehow, the twist of his tongue is exactly opposite to the swirl of Jungkook's on your chest. It's hard to keep up, hips fighting against Yoongi's grip – desperate to move closer, take more than Jin was willing to give you. The velvety brush against your lips as your eyes peeking open, eyes focusing on the flushed face of Taehyung.

Crouched over your head with his cock in hand, just inches from your lips. He looks strained, as if he's holding back from pushing his way into your mouth – you don't doubt that's exactly what he's doing. “Open your mouth for me,” He pants, brushing the tip of his cock over your lips again.

You're opening up immediately, head tilting back making it easier for him to slide his cock down your throat. A hand reaching back to grasp his hip, forcing yourself to get used to the odd feeling at this angle. Lips wrapping around the base, pulling a grunt from his lips. Despite the bold licks Jin delivers between your legs, you try to focus on sucking Tae off – trying to keep yourself from choking.

Jungkook has switched sides, moaning against your skin. Your throat constricts around Taehyung's shaft when Jin's thick lips wrap around your clit, sucking down harshly on the sensitive nub. “Ah, shit.” Tae groans, not being able to help himself from fucking deeper down your throat.

“Damn, you look so good, baby. Does it feel good?” It's Jimin's voice beside you. Taehyung is pulling back, the drag of his cock leaving your throat forcing a cough from his chest. Drool and precum dripping from your lips, head bobbing at Jimin's words. He grins, reaching for your hand.

You watch with watery eyes as he places soft kisses to your knuckles, grin stretching as he lowers your hand to his cock. “Feel what you do to me?” There's a soft whine behind his words when your hand moves against him. At the same moment, Jin is pushing two long fingers inside of you. Scissoring his way past your walls and your hips buck into his palm.

Yoongi's attention has shifted, grip loosened on your hip as his hand finds it's way back between your legs. Rolling your clit underneath the pads of his fingers, effectively adding to the pleasure that Jin's fingers bring you. Taehyung is pushing his way back into your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he sinks into the warm wetness.

His hand is reaching forward, set on toying with your breasts only to be met with the softness of Jungkook's hair. Gripping the strands between his fingers, he's quickly rocking his hips back and forth. Fucking his way to release with your distracted sucks. The tingle between your legs stealing most of your focus.

Tae's able to bring himself to release with the roll of his hips into your mouth, a slight hiss falls from his lips moments before he's filling your mouth with his thick cum. The warmth paired with the pressure between your legs is enough to push you over the edge, walls clenching almost painfully around Jin's fingers as your orgasm washes over you.

He fucks you through the whole thing, the pressure being lifted from your chest as your body tenses. Jin doesn't pull his fingers out until your body has fallen slack on the table. Taehyung's cock slipping from your mouth moments after and you're parting your lips to show off the fact that you've swallowed every last drop.

Jungkook's hands are quick to grip your hips, lifting your body off of the table. He holds you up as he shuffles, laying himself down on the table instead. It always amazes you how easily he's able to maneuver you in his arms, setting you on his lap. A whimper slips past your lips feeling the thickness of his cock against your thigh.

Not even bother to hide the way your hips roll against his, craving that friction between your legs. “You gonna let our youngest fuck you?” It's Hoseok's voice, crouched at your side, long dick clutched in his hand. “P-Please,” You sigh.

You're the center of attention and that fact alone is enough to have your skin burning. Eyes watching you hungrily, lips glistening from the orgasm Jin had just given you, panting and ready to be fucked for all of them to see. Jungkook doesn't waste a minute with slipping past your folds, wetting his cock with your arousal before he's pushing his way past your walls.

“Fuck, Noona.” He gasps once you're seated on him completely, buried inside of you to the hilt. Your thighs pressed on either side of his hips, large hands gripping your thighs. He gives you a moment to adjust to his length, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you begin to move over him.

Allowing him to slip out to the tip before you're lowering your hips back onto his. He groans, tips of his fingers pressing into your skin. He's holding back, you can tell. And all it takes is the sound of your breathy moans, encouraging him to move. His hips are snapping up, bouncing you on his lap. Tits bouncing in his face.

Just as his lips are catching one of your nipples, warm hands land on your ass. It's Taehyung behind you, using the grip he holds on the globes of your as to keep you steady. The bold swipe of his tongue over your puckered hole has your toes curling, moaning out loudly as you push your hips back.

Tae holds your hips steady as he licks into you, Jungkook's cock dragging against your walls. He doesn't let up, only growing rougher in his thrusts. A direct contrast to the sweet roll of Taehyung's tongue, the sensation has pleasure shooting throughout your core. Hoseok is still at your side and your hand is lifting to wrap around his shaft, pulling a hiss from his lips instantly.

“Mmh, baby.” He sighs, hips instantly moving along with the movement of your thrusts.

A euphoric feeling cruises through your veins with the more force Jungkook puts into his thrusts, jaw falling slack as your eyes flutter. Just barely focusing on the other men around you, Jin watching you with lust-filled eyes as he strokes himself to completion. Heavy breaths falling from Yoongi's parted lips as he palms himself over the fabric of his shorts.

Joon is making his way to you, sweats pushed down his legs. His thick cock gripped in his hand, glistening with precum. “Wanna feel your mouth. Think you can do that, baby?” You're opening up instantly, tongue pushed out welcoming him into your mouth. The velvety tip brushes against the roof of your mouth, long fingers curled in your hair to keep your head steady.

Mind all over the place and a bit overwhelmed with all this attention, you can't concentrate on sucking him off properly. Yet, he doesn't seem to mind. With the grip he holds on your head, Joon's able to easily buck his hips against your face, fucking his cock in and out of your warm mouth.

“You look so good, baby.” Jimin's close to you now and you don't hesitate to reach for him, hand wrapping around his length. Stroking him quickly, in time with the way you're working your hand over Hoseok. He's whining, gasping with each stroke of your hand. The roll of Jungkook's hips, the stretch of Joon in your mouth and Taehyung fucking his tongue into you has you tumbling over the edge quickly.

Muffled moans falling from your lips as your walls convulse around his shaft, thighs shaking as your body crashes onto him. Jungkook is not far behind you, releasing noisily against your thigh. Joon moves quickly to stand behind you, hand working over his shaft already close from having your mouth around him it doesn't take long before you're feeling the warmth of his cum splatter onto your ass.

Your quiet moans grow louder, mixing with the sounds coming from Jimin and Hoseok's mouths as they reach their climaxes, covering your back and hair. “You're so messy, Noona.” Jungkook points out with a laugh, words falling on sleepy ears. Eyes fluttering as you sink into the comfort of his chest spent.

Jin is reaching out after a moment of you laying there, the sexual haze seeming to fade away now after you've all reached your peaks. Soft hands wrap around your waist, carefully lifting you. “Let's get you all cleaned up,” He speaks in the softest of tones, carrying you all the way to the bathroom.

So comfortable in his arms as they pamper you, running a warm bath for you to soak in. Taking such good care of you as if you were precious. And to them, you were.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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bangtansmau · 3 years

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midnight memories

pairing: kim taehyung x you

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summary: you moved in to a new apartment because you couldn't live another day with a noisy neighbor. to your luck, your balcony faced another apartment's balcony from the building next door and he also is infamous for making sounds. however, you can't seem to care when the noise is actually from a nice violin and the player himself is also nice-looking.

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track 3: diana

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fun facts:

- jungkook and jimin are genuinely surprised that tae is even talking to a girl because in the time of their friendship, tae hasn’t shown any interest for a girl since he’s focused on school

- tae was looking around his surroundings to make a question and it was nighttime so he saw the moon outside which prompted his question about it

- ngl, taehyung can be quite flirty but he sometimes doesn’t know he’s doing that until it’s too late and he jokes around to play it off

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jimins-little-world-bts · 6 years

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Drunk!Taehyung asking his s/o to pick him up

My god… he’s so cute I’m sorry – Admin Min

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taepott-archive · 7 years

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exhausting

A/N: Woo, first Taehyung imagine. I hope it’s okay. I guess I’ll start writing imagines for the members, so if you want to send in requests, feel free to do so! also, i know tae would never act like this, but for the sake of the story, that’s how his characterization is.

genre: angst

member: taehyung (v)

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“God, it’s just so exhausting being your friend.”

You pursed your lips as you watched Taehyung type away on his phone. You were laying down on the couch, your head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. He paid you no mind and didn’t even bother to pretend to be interested in the movie that was playing.

“Taetae,” you whined. He hummed quietly, not really focusing. “What are you doing?”

“Hm,” he answered, shifting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and effectively dislodging your head from his shoulder. Your chest felt tight and you bit your tongue to keep yourself from commenting on anything. “Hyung texted me. He says they’re stopping to get ice cream on the way back. I’m gonna go, so I’ll see you later.” He barely even looked at you as he stood from the couch.

You bit your lip and sat up. “Oh, ice cream? I’ve kinda been craving it, could I—”

“Um, this is really just a members-only type of thing,” he replied quickly. You slumped on the couch as you watched him put his shoes on by the door.

“Oh, okay,” you continued. You tapped your fingers anxiously and waited for his goodbye. He opened the front door and walked out, shutting it silently behind him while you watched with a heavy heart. You could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes and you blinked them away. You weren’t even dating, why were you getting so upset?

You sighed, knowing that you were feeling upset because you’d been in love with Taehyung for a while now. How could anyone not love him? He’d somehow agreed to come to your apartment to watch a movie and you were honestly just excited to spend some time with him. You got up and turned the TV off, locking your front door and making your way to your bedroom, ready to just turn in for the night.

The next morning, you’d woken up with a bad feeling. It was like there was a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach, shifting every time you moved to make you feel nauseous. You ignored it and grabbed your phone, seeing a text from Jimin. He’d texted you that they were having a break from practice and that they were all pretty hungry and didn’t want to go get food themselves. He’d only texted you about ten minutes ago, and a smile lit up your face.

You would never miss a chance to hang out with the Bangtan Boys—and more specifically, Taehyung.

You ignored the odd feeling in your stomach and got ready, even putting on a little makeup in your excitement to hang out with them during their break. You bought a bunch of food for them, knowing what they were like; you were carrying four bags filled with smaller bags that contained food.

Once you reached the building and then got into the dance studio, the boys lit up at seeing you—and the food you’d brought.

“Y/N!” Hobi yelled out, jumping up to come hug you. You laughed as he did, unable to hug him back. He took two bags from you and brought them to the center. Everyone greeted you, but your eyes were trained on Taehyung.

He didn’t look up once from his phone.

His face looked stiff, and you could tell something was bothering him. You decided not to press the issue and instead started separating the bags of food, handing each member their favorites.

You scooted over to sit beside Taehyung while the boys dug into their food, thanking you repeatedly for coming. You laughed it off and held Taehyung’s bag out to him. He glanced up at the bag and rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly. “Are you okay?”

Taehyung sighed heavily and continued scrolling through his phone, not even taking the bag of food from your outstretched hand. There was a lull in conversation as the other boys noticed the tense air and the feeling in the pit of your stomach suddenly resurfaced to the forefront of your mind.

“Taetae?” you murmured quietly, leaning in closer to him. “Are you o—”

“No, I’m not okay,” he said coldly.

All conversation stopped as everyone stared at him. He put his phone down and looked at the bag still being held out to him. Your hand was shaking, but you weren’t sure why. You just knew that somewhere in the back of your mind, there was something urging you to stop pressing him, to stop talking, to make yourself small, unnoticeable, unimportant. You ignored it and pushed on.

“What’s wrong—” you started to ask, but he whipped around to face you completely, and your entire body froze up.

“What’s wrong is that you’re too much!” he nearly yelled out. His voice was still even, but to you he might as well have been yelling.

“Wh-what?” you stuttered.

“You heard me. You’re just too much. I’m tired of you always trying to get my attention. I have other things I want to be doing instead of babysitting you like some kid who won’t stop annoying me.”

Annoying him.

The words echoed in your mind, bouncing around until it was all you could hear. Your eyes dropped to the floor, everything looking slightly blurry as tears filled your eyes.

“I’m,” you whispered. You cleared your throat and blinked back the tears, trying to look up at him, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was—”

“I don’t like you the way you like me, okay? Can’t you just take a hint?” he continued. He had long since looked away from you, so he didn’t see the way your face crumpled, the way your entire body seemed to shrink to get smaller, to unconsciously protect you from the sting of his words.

“Taetae, I—” you tried to interject, your voice breaking.

“And stop calling me that; as much as you want it to be true, we’re not dating, and it’s so irritating to have to act like I’m okay with you clinging to me like I’m your boyfriend. God, it’s just so exhausting being your friend.”

Every word he said was like another small knife slipping painfully into your chest. Your heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of your body, to avoid listening to the words leaving his lips.

There was a tense silence as he finished talking. Your hands were shaking and you slowly brought the bag of food back to your lap, almost hugging it to use something as a physical barrier between you and the world surrounding you. You could faintly hear the other members whispering harshly, and then someone was touching your shoulder and you blinked, a tear slipping from your eye. You looked up into Jimin’s concerned face, and you realized he’d been speaking to you.

“I’m sorry, I—I have to go,” you choked out, hating yourself for the way your voice came out weak and breaking with every syllable you uttered. Jimin’s face seemed to cloud over even more and you pushed away from him to stand up.

You bowed politely to the boys and stubbornly kept your head down as they all watched you, unsure of what to do. You didn’t dare glance at Taehyung, because you knew that if you saw that angry, cold expression directed at you again, you’d break down into tears and that was the opposite of what you wanted. You quickly set the bag down in front of his feet, keeping your gaze trained on the floor.

“Please enjoy your meal. I’m going to leave early to—to let you guys practice,” you mumbled, almost unable to force the words out. You heard Jin softly call out your name, but you ignored him to all but run toward the door. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The only thing you could hear was the words Taehyung had said, cutting deep into your skin and branding you; you were sure the words were etched into your body, letting everyone you passed on the street know what he had told you.

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army-author · 6 years

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taehyung scenario | one minute under the mistletoe

❝ You say you don’t want to get back together with Taehyung, but your friends and the mistletoe above your head say otherwise... ❞

➸ prompt: You and I broke up, but we end up meeting at a Christmas party…

➸ pairing: taehyung x reader

➸ requested by anon | 3.7k words | fluff, boarding school au

“I absolutely hate him!” you decide as you shovel another spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth.

It’s nine in the morning on a Saturday in December, but you’ve stubbornly decided that you want ice cream for breakfast. It’s the only food that will make you feel better, even if the sugar congeals in your system.

You’ve also decided today that you hate Kim Taehyung, and you feel the need to tell it to your two best friends, Jimin and Jungkook, who sit across from you in your dorm room, with concerned looks on their faces. Just last night you loved Kim Taehyung even though he hurt you, but in the clear light of a new day you know you hate him.

But you also know that your feelings will keep flip-flopping back and forth, between love and hate, hurt and betrayal. All because this the first break-up you’ve ever experienced, and you have no idea how to deal with all the feelings barraging about in the prison of your heart.

What right had Taehyung to dump you so close to Christmas? And what right had he to kiss other girls as soon as he was free of you?

Maybe you’ll find the answers at the bottom of the ice-cream tub. But with another sniffle and another spoonful, the tub is being removed from your hands, and Jungkook is saying:

“Nope. That’s enough of that!”

“Jungkook!” you stretch out to grab the tub, but – darn Jungkook and his growth spurt! – he’s holding it out of your reach.

“Trust me, your stomach will thank me for this,” he says, while you batter at his chest with your fists, determined to break him down and get your coping mechanism back.

“Listen,” Jimin says softly, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder to pull you away from Jungkook, “He might have a point. It’s not good to eat your feelings.”

“I’m not!” you return, shrugging him off, “I just wanted to have ice-cream for breakfast! So what?”

Jimin and Jungkook share a look.

“Maybe you should try talking with Taehyung,” Jungkook suggests, “I’m sure you can get things patched up if you just behave like… adults.” Which only leads you to retort:

“In case you hadn’t noticed, Jeon Jungkook, I’m not an adult. And unlike you, I don’t cycle through relationships every month. This is my first break-up! Cut me some slack!” you stand in the middle of your dorm room, still in your pyjamas, with your hair mussed and a splotch of dripped ice-cream on your collar, hands on your hips. “If you’re just here to judge me, then the door’s open for you to leave!”

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Alright. Okay. Sorry. I’m just suggesting that maybe there’s another side to this story…”

Of course he would say this. Despite your explosive breakup with Taehyung, with your anger and Taehyung’s lack of explanation for the words “We should stop seeing each other,” Jungkook and Jimin are still friends with your ex, and even though you know it’s selfish for you to wish, you want them to pick a side, rather than staying neutral in the middle.

But instead of expressing this, you just sigh and croak out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just… really confused right now…”

“We know…” Jimin steps forward, pulling you into one of those hugs only Jimin can give, warm arms drawing around your back like cotton clouds, while he nestles his head under your chin – he still insists he’s going to grow so that he can give hugs with your head tucked under his chin and not vice versa, but as he approaches eighteen, you’re less and less convinced that his growth spurt is coming.

After a few seconds of watching you with one hundred feelings burning in his eyes, Jungkook sets down the tub of ice-cream and walks over to join you, crushing your other side in one of his strong bear hugs that have been getting all the worse since he started using your school gym. For a few seconds you can forget your troubles, soaking up the affection of your friends. That is until Jungkook remembers that he has athletics practice, and Jimin remembers the essay he has due for Monday. Then it’s a scramble to your dorm door, but not before they make you promise that you’ll have something more substantial for breakfast.

♡♡♡

“I’m worried for them.” These are the first words to leave Jimin’s lips as soon as he and Jungkook are far enough down the corridor to be out of your earshot.

“Me too…” Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, wondering what can remedy the divide between his two best friends. If you stay unhappy, covering up the holes in your heart with sticky tape and hoping that’s enough to stop the pain spilling out, then he’ll feel personally responsible. After all, he was the one who introduced you, and after seeing how well you got on with Taehyug, he was the one that encouraged you to get together. If this is the end result, he’ll hold himself personally responsible.

“What do we do?” Jimin asks, as he lingers at his dorm room door, where his homework waits for him at his desk.

Jungkook heaves his shoulders up and down in a shrug that involves his entire body. “I don’t know… maybe we should just let them sort it out for themselves?”

Jimin purses his lips at this suggestion. “Do you really think that’ll work? I mean… they’re both idiots.”

“Such idiots!” Jungkook grabs a handful of hair in frustration, “Ah… I wish I could just knock some sense into them… let them see how upset they both are over each other… But you saw what happened when I suggested that they actually talk to each other.” He leans against his door frame, banging the back of his head on the wall in frustration. “I wish they’d at least meet-up… or… I don’t know…. acknowledge each other’s existence…”

Jimin breathes out a soft laugh. “Yeah… no chance of that happening.” And then he pauses. And his eyes suddenly go bright. “But they’re both going to the Christmas party next week aren’t they?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, reflecting his hyung, “You’re right.”

“This is the perfect chance to get them to spend some time together again,” Jimin says.

Jungkook nods his head, excitedly. Already he can see his way to redemption, getting the two of you back together. All so that he can no longer feel guilt over his involvement in your dating. He always trusts his intuition, it’s never failed him before. He prays you and Taehyung won’t be the exception to that rule.

After all, you’re soulmates… life partners… made for each other… however you want to put it. Seeing the lost look in Taehyung’s eyes as he stares out the window in class is enough to prove it. Seeing you scoffing ice-cream at nine in the morning is enough to prove it.

The only problem standing in his way is your stubbornness.

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On the night of the school Christmas party, with the dorms buzzing with excitement as girls help each other with their make-up and boys duck in and out of rooms to borrow ties off their friends, you take one look at Taehyung standing outside your room with Jungkook and Jimin, and slam the door closed again.

It takes a constant banging from Jungkook’s belligerent fist to encourage you to open the door a fraction, and peer out with narrowed eyes, your glare all the more impressive with the winged eyeliner you spent half an hour trying to perfect in your smudgy bathroom mirror.

“What is he doing here?”

“Come on, it’s okay,” Jimin soothes, “It’s the Christmas party, and we’re all going, so we figured we’d walk down together.”

You sniff disdainfully, showing as much scorn as you can muster on your face. “There’s no way I’m going with him.” You’re trying your hardest not to look at Taehyung, and you’re trying your hardest to not say his name. Because you know if you acknowledge any more than the space he inhabits and the oxygen he steals from the air, then you might break down again, and ruin the eyeliner with your tears.

��Look,” Jungkook sighs, “Taehyung’s still our friend, and it’s the season of love and good cheer. Please, just get on together for one evening, and then you can go back to hating him.”

You bite the inside of your cheeks, staring Jungkook down. He makes it sound easy, like you can just switch off your feelings for one night. If only. But whenever you look over at Taehyung – an awful mistake, fully exposed to his chocolate drop eyes, thick eyelashes, straight nose, pouted lips – you know it’s not as simple as that. It’s not even as simple as you hating him, because you don’t. And that’s part of the problem.

Looking back to Jungkook and Jimin’s hopeful faces, eagerly willing that everyone gets along, at least for one night, you know can’t let them down, so you struggle to pull up a smile, and say past gritted teeth, “Okay. Fine. Just for tonight.”

Then you step out of your dorm room, sparkling skirt of your dress flaring out around your knees as you stride forward to link your arms with Jimin and Jungkook, one on each side to protect you from the boy you won’t acknowledge again. You let them lead you down the stairs to the hall where the school’s Christmas party is being held.

The school has outdone themselves this year, decking out the hall with tinsel and strings of glass snowflakes, with spots of light twirling across what was once the space where you set out seats for assemblies, now transformed into a dancefloor. In one corner stands a tall Christmas tree which almost grazes the ceiling, and scattered here and there about the room are sprigs of mistletoe.

But even in this state of awe, head spinning with the twinkling lights and sparkling tinsel, your open mouthed amazement leaves a bitter taste as you glance behind you to see Taehyung, awkwardly standing, fiddling with the too-long sleeves of his shirt. You want to keep Jimin and Jungkook happy, but you also don’t want to to deal with your ex and all the old feelings he stirs up, feelings that once filled your head with drunk delight, high on puppy love, till it all came crashing down with your own mistakes.

Thankfully, you’re not left to feel his presence as a burning reminder behind you, with Jimin pulling you towards the tables at one side of the room, piled high with snacks and drinks. “We’ll just go get something to eat,” he explains, while he leads you away, and you feel the tension in your shoulders lessen the further you get from Taehyung.

♡♡♡

With you out of the way, Jungkook can turn back to Taehyung, and try to encourage him. “You feeling okay about this, hyung?”

Taehyung nods his head affirmative, although his face says otherwise.

Jungkook furrows his brow seeing Taehyung so downcast, no sign of his trade-mark wide grin. “I’m sure you’ll get everything patched up if you just talk to each other,” he says, laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Taehyung looks up at him under sad, dark eyelashes, and offers a small smile. “Yeah… I just hope that I don’t say something wrong.”

“No way, it’ll be fine,” Jungkook encourages, “After all, you still like each other, right? And if it’s meant to be, then you’ll say everything just right.”

Taehyung nods his head again, and then stiffens over as you return with Jimin and four glasses of mulled wine, and cupcakes in the shape of reindeer heads. With some sugar and spice in your system, you seem a little more relaxed, laughing along as Jimin jokes with you. Seeing your face with the smile that had become so rare recently, Jungkook’s glad to see you happy again. Across from you, Taehyung is licking his lips, anxious and jittery as Jimin hands him a drink.

All Jungkook can do is give his friend a subtle nod in encouragement, and hope that the two of you get things sorted this evening.

♡♡♡

With the music starting up, students beginning to whoop around you, cramming onto the makeshift dancefloor. This is one of the few nights they can forget all of the stresses of school and have a good time, teachers ignoring the normal curfews. With no one to chase you back to your rooms by eleven in the evening, you have a chance to let loose.

Or at least you would, if it wasn’t for Taehyung so close by. With him where you can see him your whole body turns to sculpted ice.

Already Jungkook and Jimin are pushing you towards the dance floor, faces full of excitement and you can’t let them down. The bass, turned up a little too high, throbs through you, ringing in your ears, pounding in your head, and turning your brain to mush. You concentrate on that feeling, rather than the boy just a couple of feet away from you, allowing the music to lift you up and soften you down.

As long as Jimin and Jungkook stay by your side you can survive the night. But already, you notice some of the girls from your year casting glances over at your two friends, and curse them for being so attractive. It’s only a matter of time before a crowd of tittering girls storm forwards to cut you off, giving you suspicious glances, not totally believing that you’re just friends, before they go on to coo over how good a dancer Jimin is, and how nice Jungkook looks in his pristine white shirt, showing off his biceps.

You can see a couple of more confident girls worming their way through the crowd of bobbing students, slowly inching closer. You wonder how many of them have already devised plans to get the boys under the mistletoe.

If only Jungkook and Jimin weren’t so blind to what is happening, if only they would notice the inevitable and cut it off before it happens, choosing to stick close to your side. But even if they have clued in to the attention they’re getting, they aren’t letting on, Jimin probably too polite to refuse, while Jungkook basks in it while he can. You know that as soon as a girl actually tries to talk to him all his smoothness will crash out of the nearby window. He might act like a ladies’ man, but you know all the girlfriends he’s had in the past were mere accidents on his part, somehow managing to get enough words past frozen lips to encourage the girls to go on a date. Maybe if he didn’t turn to a pile of goo under the gaze of a potential date he would be able to hold a girlfriend for longer.

You try to signal to your two friends, but they’re preoccupied for now, Jungkook goofily dancing, while Jimin laughs at him, and you can’t drag them back. It’s too late, the girls have reached you, and are smiling coyly, dancing close, too close. Like it’s happening in slow motion, you watch as the bodies, in tight fitting dresses, begin to throng around the two boys, all while you fight to get closer to your friends, not wanting to get separated on your own. But before you can move near, you feel a hand slide around your wrist, and look back to see Taehyung holding onto you.

“Tae!” The fond nickname falls from your lips before you correct yourself, “Taehyung! What are you doing?”

But he doesn’t say anything else, instead pulling you close to his side, until the girls pass by, interested in him, until they see he’s, as far as they know, taken. With looks of bitter disappointment they turn their attention back to Jungkook and Jimin, while Taehyung quickly lets your hand go, like it’s burning coal.

“Do you want to warn me before you use me to fend off girls?” you ask, rubbing your wrist at the spot he touched. But instead of answering, he just furrows his brows at you over the thumping music, and you realise he can’t hear you, so instead you just shrug, and return to doing your best to ignore him.

You’ve got another dilemma on your mind – what to do in the middle of the dancefloor, with Jungkook and Jimin practically at the other side of the room, Jimin looking pained, while Jungkook smiles with a flushed face, trying to act smooth around the girls, and failing?

You can’t help but laugh. And people actually think you might be dating Jungkook… If they knew anything they wouldn’t be worried. Jungkook gets tongue tied around the girls he likes, and he’s never been lost for words around you.

And even if he had… there’s only ever been one boy on your mind. And that boy is standing beside you now, both of you unmoving in the middle of an ocean of students. There’s no point trying to dance now, you can’t enjoy yourself with Taehyung so nearby. He only brings up memories, both good and bad, so you turn on your heel and head off the dancefloor.

As you move away from the blaring speakers, you can just about make out the tap of Taehyung’s shoes behind you. At the door of the hall, leading out to the quiet of the corridor, you turn around. “What?” You wish he hadn’t followed you, wish he’d leave you and your quaking heart alone.

“Look…” he licks his lips, a habit that you found adorable while you dated, but now you find it annoying, especially annoying that it’s still adorable. “I just want to talk.”

“Well talk then,” you cross your arms across your chest to stop yourself from doing something stupid, like pulling him in and kissing him, following the confused whims of a mind that still loves him, and a brain that still loathes him. You let the hall doors close to behind you, trapping out the noise of the Christmas dance, so that it’s only you and Taehyung. “I’ll give you a minute to explain yourself.”

“A minute?” His face falls to panic, brows raising and eyes opening wide, “That’s too little time to tell you everything! And I’m no good with explaining things, even when I’m given time! That’s not fair!”

“And that’s fifty seconds.”

His fingers tug at his fringe. “Okay. Alright… um… I guess… what’s important? Ahh…” His teeth clench together as his eyes roam to the ceiling, where his gaze comes to rest. “Uh… well, I’m sorry. And… um… I still like you. Like, a whole lot.”

“Forty seconds.”

“And honestly, the only reason I broke up with you was because I was worried about school. I spent all my time thinking about you rather than studying, and my parents were upset with my latest grades, but breaking up didn’t help, because I still think about you anyway, and don’t do any studying.”

“Thirty.”

“And maybe I didn’t explain that very well… but that’s why. I know it was wrong to just leave you hanging like that, and to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore.”

“Twenty.”

“And the other girls were a bad idea. But I thought if I couldn’t get you out of my head then getting someone else on my lips would be a good substitute... It wasn’t. It only made me realise how much I missed you. And now I’m driving myself crazy.”

“Ten.”

“… and… you’ve been standing under mistletoe for the past minute, and I really want to kiss you again…”

You look above you to see the treacherous white dew-drops of mistletoe just above your head, and completely lose track of the seconds in your head. Is Taehyung’s minute up? Has he won you back in time? All you know was that you want a kiss as well. Your eyes fall back to his, shining in the low light spilling out through the window where the Christmas party is still loud and busy.

Wordlessly, you reach out, taking his hand and pulling him a step closer. The worry melts off his face, replaced with a smile, as you bump your lips to his, in the middle of his boxy grin. His teeth clash against yours, rather painfully. You step apart laughing at each other, and then Taehyung tips your chin with a warm finger, bringing his lips down to yours again. This time is more graceful, with a lot less teeth and a lot more tongue, filling you up with all the warmth you had missed.

♡♡♡

“Where did they go?” Jungkook shouts to Jimin over the music.

Jimin shrugs. “Do you think they’ll be okay by themselves?”

Jungkook’s insides twist. You being left with Taehyung could either go really well, or it could go really badly. Maybe they should try to find you again.

He detangles himself from one of the girls who’s been making eyes at him all evening, smiling through a blush, embarrassed as she pouts when he slips from her hold.

Pulling Jimin away, he heads for the edge of the dancefloor. There’s no sign of you or Taehyung through the crowd, even standing on tip-toes, looking over everyone else, Jungkook can see no sign of your unmistakable sparkly dress.

“They’re not here,” he reports back to Jimin, stuck unseeing, a few inches shorter below the crowd.

This either means you’re somewhere with Taehyung talking out your problems, or you’re back in your dorm crying and cramming ice-cream into your mouth again.

Hoping it’s the talking, and not the crying, Jungkook nods to Jimin, leading him towards the door. But just as he’s about to step out into the hall, Jimin places a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Jungkook frowns, unsure why Jimin’s holding him back, until his eyes adjust to the dark outside the dancefloor lights, and he sees you and Taehyung through the glass of the door. And you’re not talking, or crying. You’re kissing.

With a grin, Jungkook turns to Jimin for a high five. “Looks like things are going well!”

A little more than well.

♡ END ♡

Author’s note: I wish it was socially acceptable to eat ice cream for breakfast... maybe I’ll just do it anyways!

I hope you enjoyed it! 💖

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