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kookblurx · 9 months

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always and forever - kth

→ SUMMARY: Falling in love with him was easy.... so easy that it didnt felt real in the end.

→ GENRE: one-sided love, drama, sadness, heart break

→ RATING: 13

→ NOTE: hey guys, so i came up with a new theme and yes i deleted arranged marriage. im really sorry to everyone who wanted to keep up with it but i needed some change. i will upload one shots from now on and maybe some short fics about various kpop groups ( ofc also about BTS ). hope you will enjoy them.

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meeting him felt like a truck had hit you. full speed into the right spots. seeing his smile while he talked with the others in the office, stole your breath as you hid behind your computer screen. you could see the little sparkles in his eyes whenever someone cracked a joke. after a week you could memorize what his favourite coffee was and how he always made his way to the snack corner, first thing in the morning. it was weird. you knew all his habits but his name was still a mistery to you. you were never interested in the man who worked in your company but something about him was different. how he talked, walked, how he treated everyone with respect and how he always had a bright smile on his face. it made your heart skip a beat ever single time. it felt like you were back in highschool, experiencing your firsl love all over again.

the moment of truth came as you were ordered to bring some documents to the floor he was working in. your hands became sweaty as the elevator slowly reached the 5th floor. would he be happy to receive the documents from someone as plain looking as you? nervously you fixed your hair in the mirror before the doors slowly opened. it was now or never. pressing the folder against your chest, you made your way over to his desk. of course he was surrounded by other co workers, especially woman. for a moment you stopped. it would be so easy to give the documents to someone else, telling them you are in a hurry. no. like this you will never be able to ask him for his name. taking a deep breath your feet carried you over to the crouded desk. pushing yourself past the other woman in their pencil skirts, you finally managed to get to him. clumsy as you were, it was inevitable that you bumped against his shoulder.

"Im sorry"

you mumbled while pressing the folder against your chest. instead of getting mad at you he flashed you with his beautiful smile again, before reaching out his hands.

"thank you ... uh ..."

this was your chance to introduce yourself, to finally take a step closer to getting to know him. as the other woman looked you up and down ... your voice became stuck inside your throat. they were all so beautiful compared to yourself. he surely doesnt want to know your name, he had plenty of company. his eyes, however, were still glued to you, waiting for an answer.

"Me? ... Oh im Y/N"

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Kim Taehyung"

since that day everything changed. you finally had the courage to greet him in the mornings and even spent your lunchbreaks with him. taehyung was an easy going guy who, to your suprise, didnt liked the attention he got from the other female workers. he preferred to be alone but he was fine with your company. you were easy to talk to and didnt tried to get into his "pants". your days had been filled with so much joy that you wished that this would never pass. that you two would keep continuing like this.

"You know .. I dont even get it. Why do they all seem interested in me? The day i got here.. suddenly everyone swarmed me. Not only the females but also my male co workers"

taehyung kept munching on an apple piece you had shared with him while he kept ranting about the attention he got from his co workers. like he did every single day. you couldnt help but laugh at it everytime. it was funny that a guy like him wasnt aware how he effected others with his presence. he wasnt even aware that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest whenever his fingertips accidentally touched yours.

everything could had be perfect, it could had stayed like this forever. just the two of you spending their lunchbreaks together and hanging out in bars after work. that was enough for you, at least for the time being. after a while taehyung stopped spending his lunchbreaks with you. no one knew where he always went during his breaks but taehyung was always back on time when the break ended. somehow he looked brighter than before, he was literally glowing whenever he had the time to meet you. something had happened in his life and it made you feel uneasy.

it was one of those nights you two spent at your favourite bar. the air was chilly as they were annoucing the first few days of december. sipping on your glass of alcohol your gaze went over to taehyung. even today he was more busy with his phone than talking with you, everything you said hitted a wall. it was hopeless. something, or someone was keeping him on his feet. grabbing your glass more tightly you made a decision. nearly at the same time the two of you turned around to face each other

"Taehyung I - ... !"

"YN ... You know- ..."

blinking in suprise you started to laugh. finally he had looked up from his phone to talk with you.

"You go first. You were on your phone the whole time so .. tell me, whats up"

suddenly taehyung became extremely nervous, you never saw him like this before. his cheeks grew red and he kept fidgeting with his phone inside his hands. somehow he seemed ... in love? no that cant be right? someone like taehyung wouldnt fall in love that easily with someone like you.

"You see ... I ... met someone! Thats why im always on my phone. She is really sweet and we both hitted it off immediately after i met her in a bar. I didnt knew if i should tell anyone about it yet but ... you are basically my best friend so .. i thought you should know it first!"

best friend. hearing those words from the person you love the most, sent daggers through your heart. with all the strenght you had left, you gave him a smile.

"Thats ... Thats awesome! Im happy for you Taehyung"

that night you cried into your pillow as your heart shattered into tiny little pieces. it was your fault. your fault for not telling him sooner, for being happy to just spend time with him .. it was your fault for thinking he would be by your side forever.

as expected it spread like a bush fire that kim taehyung found himself a girlfriend. she was a beautiful woman who worked one floor underneath your office. beside her appearance she was also really kind and tried to befriend you. she said "friends of taehyung are my friends too!" it made you sick to your stomach that she was literally perfect. perfect for him.

days, weeks and months went by without a single change. your heart still ached whenever you saw taeyhung in the parking lot with his girlfriend. they always held hands with each other or he kept embracing her as he said goodbye. you thought that, after 5 months, it would become easier. it didnt. for you, taeyhung was the perfect guy. a guy you could picture a future with but he wasnt meant for you. you two werent meant for each other. if fate would had wanted that .. it would had given you the courage to confess to him sooner. that woman was his destiny. you were just a by stander in his story. a friend. a best friend.

after a year of working in the same company, taehyung announced his engagement with her. everyone was invited to the wedding, including you. you wanted to decline but it didnt felt right. like in the past you were too scared to speak up. you didnt wantes to ruin his happiness. taehyung was too important to you, even now after all this time.

the wedding was beautiful. taehyung and his wife were beautiful. looking up at the sky while the freshly married couple shared a dance, a tear rolled down your cheek. it felt bittersweet watching the love of your life getting married to someone else. carefully someone placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly you wiped away your tears. after turning around you noticed that it was one of your co workers. in all this chaos of the last year you had forgotten his name. a soft smile was seen on his face as he gently squeezed your shoulder

"it hurts huh?"

"what do you mean?"

with a motion of his head he pointed at the newly wed couple

"that girl over there, the bride.. i had a crush on her for weeks. sadly it never worked out"

you werent really sure if you heard that right. fate was a tricky thing who liked to hurt people in the messiest ways. but it also loved to bring together the people who needed each other the most. with a smile on your face, you faced the stranger as he offered to go over to the bar to grab some drinks.

after the wedding the stranger you met there kept visiting you at your desk. by now you finally were able to get his name. he was Hoseok, in short, Hobi from the same floor as you. he worked as a secretary for the boss so you hadnt seen him much around. healing each others hearts wasnt an easy task but it was better than handling it alone. none of you could avoid gazing at the person you lost. whenever taehyung walked past you or the woman ... one of you always followed them with their eyes.

love hurts. one sided love hurts. it shatters your heart into million little pieces. while one person is happy, the other drowns in sadness. it took you 3 years to finally fell out of love with taehyung. him switching companies also helped a little bit. you two still talk sometimes. not often but taehyung made sure to meet you at least 4 times a month. the last time you saw him he told you about the baby which was growing inside his wifes belly. he sounded so happy as you tried to swallow the tears and the sadness. even if you got over him, seeing him so happy and sharing stories about his family .. still stung a little bit.

the contact between you two became less and less .. and finally after 5 years ... it stopped. you hadnt heard from him. he never called back and you didnt even knew how he was. if he still worked in the same company, if he moved .. if he was still together with her, nothing. while living your life to the fullest you never had managed to get rid of the photo you took of him one summer day. from time to time you took it out of your drawer. remembering the good times you two shared with each other. despite everything ... you still hoped that he kept his bright smile. no matter where he was right now. you hoped ... he would never lose it.

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thefaithfulwriter1 · 2 years

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ADORE

☆Summary - You beg Taehyung, your boyfriend who is a tattoo artist to give you your first tattoo but he’s hesitant to. But after agreeing and seeing you with your tattoo he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

☆Song - Adore (Cashmere Cat ft. Ariana Grande)

☆Pairing - AU!Tattoo Artist!Taehyung x Shy!Fem!Reader

☆Alternative Universe - Tattoo Artist + Normal life

☆Genre - Fluff, Smut

☆Word count - 2409

☆Warning - Smut, Soft smut, pet names, Tattooing, Reader getting her first tattoo, inside lip tattoo, Tattooed Taehyung, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Biting, Hair pulling, Tattoos,??? (if I should add just let me know)

☆A/N - Okay I'm so nervous for this one shot. It’s been so long since I’ve written smut, so if you can please give me your feedback. I would really appreciate it. Depending on how this one will go I will write more smut. And I will allow requests for smut. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it.

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At the moment you were walking to a very familiar place, a tattoo shop called Magic Shop that was like a second home to you. You were following after Taehyung. Your boyfriend of a year who was the co-owner with his best friends. He was also a tattooed Adonis of a man that you had no idea how you snagged off the market, with your shy and timid tendency.

Right now you were walking after him fiddling with your shoulder bag, as he fished through his pocket for the keys to open the shop door. Stopping you admired his backside in his tight black jeans as you begged him endlessly to give you your first tattoo. Turning to open the door for you, Taehyung soon caught you red handed staring at him. Which caused you to look away quickly as you felt your face heat up. Smirking, Taehyung reaches to grab your chin to force you to look at him with your e/c eyes that show embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you to regret it later on. Okay,” he sighs. He then licked his sinful lips as he looked at you with his brown mesmerizing eyes. Taehyung always knew how to make you feel things that no one else did.

“And don’t think I didn’t just catch you staring, you're always cute when you blush,” Taehyung whispered into your ear with his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Moving slowly he pressed a soft gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Boy, so what's been on your mind? For me, it's just you all the time We don't need to go nowhere tonight It's you and I, we'll be alright

Smiling you and moving your head slightly you capture his lips with your own. Which leads him to take his hand off the door causing it to shut. Placing his strong calloused hands on your hips. He soon breaks away from the kiss with a smirk looking down at you. You then place your hands on his chest biting your lip. Then you proceeded to pout dramatically to him. You really wanted this tattoo and you wanted him to do it for you.

“But since you’re begging so nicely, and I’d rather it be me who gives you your first tattoo I’ll do it,” he signed as he gave into your request with a smile. Looking at him with wide eyes a squeal escaped you.

“Thank you,” you exclaimed to him. You then reached up grabbing the collar to his jacket and pulled him into a long passionate kiss not caring about anyone who could see. You were just so excited to be getting a tattoo and that he agreed to do it.

'Cause here, we get to take our time

You, you're finer than some wine

We don't need to go nowhere tonight

It's you and I, we'll be alright

I'll give you everything

“Come on Tae. Please can we do it now,” you begged. At the moment you were pouting with your hands together giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. Looking up from the drawings and tracings he had scattered on display in front of him on his desk. He then leans back in his chair, crossing his arms admiring you.

Taehyung looks at you with a wide smile, not being able to help himself with how cute you look. Right now, you were sitting on your knees with wide eyes, your bottom lip jutted out and fingers tangled together. He was amazed at how open you were with only him. Without a care in the world, or a care of anyone's judgment on the way you were acting. Taehyung was honored that you only act this way around him, outgoing and carefree. Not like your shy usually closed off timid self around others. It took awhile, but with his stubbornness and patient creative mind he was able to slowly open your shell. Letting the gates flood open with the amazing creativity and abnormalness that was Y/N.

“Ugh love, you’re going to be the death of me,” Taehyung chuckles. He soon stands up from the chair with the stencil drawing of his initials that he wrote. Scurrying off your chair you followed after him down the hall with a skip in your step. On your way to his workspace you both pass other tattoo artists at work such as Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Seeing them you send greetings to them, receiving smiles and ‘hellos’.

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You were in Taehyung’s work space sitting in a big black chair. You at the moment were fidgeting in excitement as he got the tools and supplies that he needed together. He was gathering everything for the task of tattooing his initials KTH on the inside of your lower lip. Sitting down in a stool with wheels, Taehyung pushes himself over settling in between your legs comfortably. Placing his tattooed covered arms on your thighs that were now on display since he took off his jacket.

Looking up at you with a smile Taehyung reaches up grabbing the nape of your neck pressing a hard kiss to your lips. This caused you to bring your hands up and wrack your fingers through his hair pulling at the strands as you moaned. Grunting Taehyung grips your thighs, squeezing them. He then leans away with a chuckle and a big smile as you chase after the kiss. With a dazed sigh your hands drop to your lap with a small smile that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Taehyung leaned over your leg grabbing a pair of black gloves from a little silver table with other tools, putting them on swiftly .

“Alright love, you know the deal with everything?”

Nodding your head vigorously in confirmation and excitement. You already knew the things that needed to be done with getting a tattoo on your lip. You had asked everyone in the shop their input on the procedure, and also looked up as much information on lip tattoos as you could. You didn’t care if you were being paranoid, you weren’t going to get something as terrifying as a tattoo and not know anything on the matter. If you were being honest with yourself, the only reason you were getting one was because Taehyung was the one that was going to tattoo it himself. Such as the care, rinsing and spitting more often especially every time after eating or drinking, and most importantly that it most likely will be temporary.

“Alright, then let’s get started shall we!” Taehyung says enthusiastically. You giggled as he began clapping his hands together with a big smile. A smile he only seems to reserve for you. Rubbing your legs against Taehyung’s strong calves affectionately. You then smile back at him before you open your mouth for him. He then starts getting the numbing swabs ready for your mouth.

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

Taehyung was in a daze as he was holding your lower lip. He was admiring his work now. With both of his thumbs looking at his handwritten initials as you were both in front of a mirror. With the new tattoo Taehyung was looking at you with what you could only describe as love, lust, and possessiveness. Looking up into his eyes you could now see his brown eyes now staring in a daze at you with so many emotions at you.

“Oh Y/n. You have no idea how much this is turning me on right now,” Taehyung grunts as he slowly walks you until your back hits the wall. Molding his body with yours perfectly you could feel his hard member against your stomach. You soon become a moaning mess when he tangles his fingers through your hair. He then kisses your lips carefully not wanting to hurt you. Taehyung then leaves open mouth kisses down your jaw then to your neck as you move your head to the side. Inviting him to bite, nip and leave as many marks all over as he wanted.

After that, when you catch your breath

You look at me and say

Love, are you real?

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Clothes were scattered everywhere in the small workspace as you gasped for air with your head back. Your legs were wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, and eyes closed in pure bliss. Taehyung was pumping two fingers into your soaked pussy rubbing the palm of his hand on your soaked clit expertly, as he bit hard at your collar bone.

“Please Tae, can I, please!” You begged as your nails clawed at his inked decorated back squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Taehyung tsked, shaking his head no which had you whimpering in irritation. Moving his head from your neck he smirked mischievously. Reaching both of his strong tattooed hands up he exposes your new tattoo lip, and soon he bites his own. A whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his lips gently against your own as well from the loss of his digits from your tight pussy.

Smirking, Taehyung leans back after he pecks his initials softly. He then smiles moving away but stops as you lean forward and deliver a kitten lick to his top lip with a shy smile. A wide smile forms on Taehyung’s sinful lips as he leans in diminishing the space between you two once again. You moan, as you reach up and thread your fingers through his hair as he licks your top lip teasingly. Taking you by surprise he sucks your tongue between his lips. He then begins to ravish every inch of your mouth carefully with his tongue turning you into a moaning mess.

I'll give you everything

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

Taehyung continues with his teasing, making you tremble in pleasure. You keep pleading with him to give you the sweet release that you want so badly. Walking over he then sits down in his black chair with you in his lap. He reclines it back holding onto your hips so you are secure. Looking up at you he runs his hand up your hips to your chest giving your ample breasts a painful but pleasurable squeeze, holding onto his wrist as you throw your head back moaning in pleasure.

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

Looking down at Taehyung in all his glory you tilt your head with a soft loving smile. Taehyung licks his lips as the corners of them start to twitch, not being able to help himself. When you were in a carefree mood it always seemed to be contagious to him. Taehyung adores you more and more every moment he’s with you. Even if Taehyung hadn't said it to you yet, he loved you with his entire being.

Smiling up at you. Taehyung didn't stop you as your hands traveled down his inked wrist to his shoulders tracing the detailed drawings on his body. So entranced by him leaning down you began to kiss Taehyung's decorative neck with a skull and flowers. Every intricate black line you kissed. And then you began biting hard leaving dark purple marks everywhere. From his chest to shoulders as your hands traveled down his stomach to his hard cock.

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

Taehyung was buried deep inside your tight pussy as you rode him with a steady pace. Leaning down you kiss him softly, both of you moaning insync as he starts to meet your thrust. You soon throw your arms around his neck.

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend, boy

Thrusting into with a slow but deep pace, Taehyung then tangles his long fingers through your hair pulling your head back resulting in you moaning loudly. Grunting and cursing Taehyung takes his other hand grabbing your jaw keeping you from biting your now tattooed lower lip. Not caring if the two of you were loud, Taehyung allows you to do the one thing you’ve wanted to do with just a few words.

“Come for me baby girl!” Taehyung growls as you scream in pleasure, finally having that sweet release you wanted so badly.

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

Taehyung was content as you sat in his lap, both of you still naked and bodies still molded together perfectly. Your head was lying on his shoulder as you dragging a finger outlining each unique inked illustration on his skin. Sighing Taehyung looks down at you with a loving smile as you return a shy one back to him. Chuckling he kisses your head, then grabs your chin he pushes your bottom lip down gently looking at his initials. Not being able to get enough of seeing the letters KTH.

“I got to say love, this is going to drive me crazy,” he sighs with a chuckle. Looking at you enormed but soon raises a brow, when you smirked at him innocently batting your lash at him. Taking Taehyung by surprise, you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the length which causes him to grunt and wet his lips.

“As I always say you’re gonna be the death of me Y/n,” Taehyung growls which leads you to giggle feeling him grow hard once again all because of you.

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

Giggling you circle your arms around his neck as he picks you up off his lap, gripping your thighs tightly he wraps them around his waist securely. Walking you to the wall ravishing you all over again without a care in the world.

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mochii0park · 2 years

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Sinners birth Reapers; ch 1

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Goblin au

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Park Jimin x

Synopsis: With memories taken away from you by the deities as a punishment for your past sins, you spend the next 1000 years paying for them by collecting souls of the dead and guiding them to their final judgment; heaven or hell. When a black envelope containing the name of your last soul, the most painful one, lands in your hand you feel conflicted. Your life on Earth is coming to an end and so is the life of Kim Taehyung, the heir of one of the most powerful families in Korea.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

Chapters 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Taglist: @ctvrty

if anyone wants to be tagged when the one shot goes out pls send me an ask, a message or a comment on this post (since this is a side-blog i won’t be able to respond to the comments but be sure that i have seen it and remembered it)

Author’s note: I’ve decided to divide the story into five (maybe less depends on how fast I can write and update) chapters.The cold November greeted the city of Seoul with low temperature and humidity, the elderly said this autumn may become one of the coldest ones. The snow that fell this morning slowly transitioned into a seeping rain obstructing people’s work. Droplets hit against the window, the wind outside carrying umbrellas as if they were made of paper. The rain drizzled into a storm, humans running for nearby shelter, the doors of the coffee opening every few seconds.

You picked at your nails, the tea in front of you providing some warmth as you waited for time to pass. Jungkook sitting across from you slurped his hot chocolate in such delight savouring the flavour, the assignment completely forgotten by now. You take two sips of the mango tea enjoying the short-lived silence, when you breathe in you hear tiers screeching.

The cup shakes from the impact, a bit of the tea spilling over your suit. Some scream and some stay frighteningly holding onto their seats as you get up adjusting the fedora. People piled up, sirens are hearable in the distance. You walk towards the scene in a slow manner careful not to soak your new clothes. Firefighters run past you towards the smashed car. They try their best to open the crashed doors, yelling at people to step back.

You halt behind the circle gathered at the scene. Two people stand not far away confused and disoriented. A man in his mid-thirties cries for attention waving at an old woman as he pleads for her to look at him. The taillight of their car throws a ray of light on the man’s hand, the ring on his finger shining underneath it. The woman next to him, presumably his wife, watches in disbelief as they pull her body out of the car.

Your heels click against the wet asphalt, the umbrella hiding a portion of your face. Drawing the envelope out of the inner pocket of your coat, you walk to them. The woman looks at you. “Choi, maiden Yoo, Jessica; born on 15th February 1989. Died at 10:03 pm on 1st November 2021. Cause of death brain hemorrhage. This is you right?”

The woman cries out, grabbing her husband’s attention. Blood gushes from the wound on her forehead colouring her white turtleneck into an unpleasant crimson red. Jungkook rests beside you, his hands shaking slightly. He swallows as he makes eye contact with the husband, the white flower in his hands almost dropping at the sight.

The man’s injuries show that he took most of the blow, his body severely damaged; blood dripping from different parts of his body. Jungkook not being able to digest this averts his gaze as he slowly reads from the envelope. “Choi Jihoon. Born on 4th July 1983. Died at 10:05 on 1st November 2021. Cause of death cardiac arrest.”

Jungkook steps towards the husband pushing the white lily into his hand and quickly steps back. Before both could cause any commotion, you swat your fingers and black smoke emerges from the ground swallowing them whole. In a blink of an eye, they are gone only small trails of blood left as evidence of them ever being here.

Jungkook shivers gripping his suit to hide the tremor of his hands. “Where do you think they’ll end?”

You shrug, the envelope in your hands dissolving into pieces that fall in the puddle below you. “That’s for the old deity Seokjin to decide and for Hoseok to carry out.”

Jungkook’s doe-like eyes look up at you, the concern in them making you sneer. “I gave him the lily as Namjoon instructed. He’s going to heaven, right?”

At the sight of a shaky Jungkook bit of sadness tugs at your cold heart. His innocent eyes and trembling hands reminded you of yourself when you first started.

You gasp for air, your body feeling foreign as you are engulfed by darkness. Eyelids felt heavy as stones, tiredness flowing through your veins as you try to move your body. The numbness of your arms and legs sends you into a frenzy. Screams are stuck at the back of your throat and the anxiety of the situation made you feel like you were suffocating. A burning sensation hits your body making you hiss in pain. You try to fight but after a while you grow tired, the pain becoming unbearable.

Sudden circles of light peek through the darkness painting your vision in colours. You feel tingles rush through your body, arms, and legs under your control again. Rubbing your eyes, your hazy vision becomes clear. A man is crunched before you dressed in a black hanbok adorned by gold speckles. His long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail that rest along his back. His eyes held a sparkle of evil tinted with malice. The red scar that went from his forehead all down his eye to his right cheek gave you goosebumps. Everything about him scares you.

He smirks at you, finding enjoyment in your misery. “Welcome to hell number Seven.”

The brutality of this job took a toll on you and made you immune to the screams and cries.

You turn away from Jungkook, the view making you feel all sorts of emotions. As you walk away from the scene you can hear his heavy footsteps follow you behind. You drown the whispers and cries of people nearby and with Jungkook to your left, you twirl the umbrella twice before black smoke comes around both of you and transports you to your house.

Your talent for losing things proves to be troublesome as you are unable to find the keys on your second attempt. Jungkook stands there, his sulking figure hanging a grey cloud of depression over your own. His gaze drifts to your fingers as they rummage over your pockets. He just sighs and without a word walks past you and through the locked door. A surge of panic washes over you at his usages of powers in public but soon it settles down after you notice the empty street of your neighborhood.

Much to your dismay, a figure you wished to avoid at all costs opens the door. Namjoon’s white coat hangs over his elbow as he steps away offering you some space. You huff and throw the umbrella into its stand as you follow his huge frame. The loud sound of television plays through the house when you enter your living room. A voice you distinguish well shouts over it. You can already imagine Yoongi’s legs plopped on your brand-new sofa as he stuffs himself with chips the crumbles leaving orange stains. You shudder at the exact scenario that awaits you. Not wanting to spark a heated argument with the God of Death you ignore his existence and head towards the kitchen.

Yoongi notices you, unfortunately. How wouldn’t he with the Namjoon’s loud footsteps following you behind. His whine is a good indicator that he wasn’t in a good mood and you didn’t want to worsen. “Took you long enough.”

Namjoon stops at the threshold leaning against the wooden frame. “How did he do?”

Just then you notice Jungkook’s absence which further dampers your mood knowing fully well you will have to finish the report on your own. “Okay.”

Namjoon huffs not satisfied with your lack of elaboration. The deity’s aura shifts to a dark blue and you know you’ve hit a sore spot. “That’s not a good enough answer.”

“What do you want me to say? He was phenomenal? The best of his class? He gave him the lily. Job done.”

Namjoon stares at you narrowing his eyes. It was a stare you were familiar with. It was a constant reminder of how unworthy you were compared to others. It was a stamp of his constant interpretation of you as a mistake that deity has made. You shouldn’t have gotten a chance for redemption; his words occasionally echo in your mind. Through years you’ve learned to conceal the irritation he arose in you but every few years you had the bad luck of being paired with one of his apprentices. Like now for example.

“She’s just like you.” Namjoon hisses accusingly at Yoongi. The lack of response or in better words no response from Yoongi further stirs Namjoon’s anger. This was one of the many reasons why you were grateful that Yoongi was your mentor and not Namjoon or Hoseok.

“If he got the job done, what’s the issue?” Yoongi mutters with his mouth full. You cringe at the sight while Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Do you even listen to me?” Namjoon was on the verge of having a mental breakdown, “Jungkook is new to this. He needs to get used to it. Have someone walk him through this grotesque job. Preferably someone with a gentler soul than this. “

His eyes rank over you, and you roll yours at the pathetic display of concern he was showing for his new intern.

“Jungkook isn’t supposed to be babied or sheltered. Today’s assignment is on the lower side of the gore scale. If you keep micromanaging him, you will have an incompetent reaper.” Yoongi interrupted Namjoon.

“You talk as if he didn’t commit a great sin,” you speak up, “he’s in the same boat as all of us. Stop making him special.”

Yoongi snorts and Namjoon mutters we’ll talk about this later before disappearing into thin air. He was too soft and too caring of his interns always going the extra mile to keep them safe and sheltered from the real world. His interns were considered the wallflowers among other grim reapers, having sinned so insignificantly they were given less than a hundred years to pay it off. Unlike you who has been serving as Yoongi’s intern for already a thousand years.

“He’s traumatized.” You whisper as you harshly scrub your hands.

You picked that habit up on the second mission. One that is carved deep into your mind and will follow you until you leave your service as a reaper.

Yoongi notices the change in your behaviour but doesn’t dwell on it. He throws the empty chips bag using his hanbok to clean his greasy fingers. The topic of emotion was Namjoon’s forte something Yoongi never discussed with his interns, not that they deserved it anyway.

“He’ll be doing this for sixty years. He has plenty of time to get used to it. Moreover, he does the bare minimum. It’s you who has it the worst out of all.”

You look at him before averting your gaze to the tiles of your kitchen wall. The knuckles of your hand hurt from the harsh rubbing, cracks forming on your pale skin. Through your time here you’ve seen people who you befriended die; some in miser, some in poverty, some in pain and anguish. Not one death is natural. After a while you learned to keep your distance, afraid your curse will somehow spread onto the people you love.

“I’ll bring the report by tomorrow,” Yoongi nods.

You take notice of his hair as he runs a hand through it, the feeling of short hair is foreign to him. “I see you tried a new look.”

He clicks his tongue. “Emphasize on tried. Hoseok wants me to get a suit, he says the hanbok is overdated.”

“I partially agree with him. It’s not the 1500s anymore, it’s the 21st century and we should strive to emancipate ourselves. However, the hanbok was your trademark.”

He takes a minute to drink in your words before he shrugs and disappears. A part of you wanted to see how Jungkook was doing but you figured he needed some time alone. When Namjoon mentioned Seokjin being out of his mind when he partnered you two, you couldn’t agree more.

Usually, reapers who got partnered were of similar personalities and often a good fit for each other. You exchanged your fair share of partners through the years seeing each one of them leave. The last one though managed to slither into your heart and stay there. Jinyoung was a special person, one that knew the ins and outs of you. He was your family and losing him took an emotional toll on you. You can only imagine the surprise when Seokjin ambushed you with a new partner and a young one, nevertheless.

You turn off the lights and head to the bedroom ignoring the light that perked from beneath Jungkook’s door. Lying on the bed you stare at the date on the calendar, the nauseous feeling creeping into you. Drinking the pills on your nightstand you breathe in, knowing fully well tonight will be painful.

You close your eyes ironically prying for less pain.

Seokjin stands in front of you, a displeased look on his face. You cower behind Yoongi, the latter noticing it and pushing you out from his cover. You felt uncomfortable knowing that all four deities requested your attendance at today’s meeting.

“You understand that each grim reaper receives a punishment that he carries through his afterlife depending on the sin he caused in his previous life,” Seokjin speaks.

You nod.

“We have discussed what your punishment might be Y/N.” Namjoon continues, his snake-like eyes making you want to cry.

The punishment is a ritual that is held on the tenth anniversary of your birth as a grim reaper. The punishment might be small like a scar or bigger like the ability to feel other people’s pain. The severity of it depended on the brutality of your sin.

Hoseok sends you an apologetic smile. “The punishment has been decided upon and you shall receive it in a matter of minutes. Your mentor Yoongi will lead you through it.”

You heard from Yoongi about the punishment and how it wasn’t as severe as you thought. Your partner at the time Taemin told you about his and although it did inflict pain it was also cathartic. Somehow you found that hard to believe when you recall his full-blown dramatic crying at the sight of couples.

“You will have to learn to live with the grief Y/N. Remember this isn’t the vengeance of the Gods, this is your one step closer to a redemption arch.” Seokjin says and waves his arm signalling Yoongi to start the ritual.

Your mentor grabs a hold of your wrist pushing you in the direction of a big mirror that stood in the middle of the room. You watch his reflection through it, his eye colour shifting slowly to a red hue. Before you could comprehend what was happening a throbbing pain shot through you.

Your head felt like it was falling apart, the room spinning. Yoongi mumbles a few incoherent words and suddenly you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Two voices argue throwing profanities between sentences. Their faces remain a blur despite your attempts to sharpen your vision. The figures continue to bicker back and forward. A hot breath tickles your ear and with a few hushed words, a variety of emotions plunge your chest. Crying out in pain as memories, one after another flash in your head. Your legs betray you sending you straight to the floor. Yoongi catches you in time before you fall.

You don’t’ bother to stifle the cries as you scrunch your shirt in a lame attempt to minimize the pain. The burning in your chest makes it harder to breathe while fighting against Yoongi’s grip. Despite all your efforts, you remain in place and watch through blur as one of the men gasps when a sword pierces his heart, and he falls into his pool of blood.

You yell out his name as Yoongi reads out loud. “- dies at 3:00 on 2nd November 1472. Cause of death stab wound from a sword.”

Yoongi watches as you fall apart bit by bit until you plummet at his feet. He kneels before you, touches your forehead and mutters the words that seal your punishment.

“The feeling of seeing the man die will remain to haunt you every year on the same date.”

You wake up drenched in your sweat with your vision impaired from the needle-like pain in the left side of your head. Black dots hinder your sight and despite it, you try to manoeuvre your way out of the bed to the bathroom. You juggle your footing alas unsuccessfully as you slip on the stairs making you topple down. The impact twisting your ankle and you find time to curse Yoongi for bribing you to buy his bed with stairs. The pills prove to be shit as you hiss loudly from a new sharp hit now directed to your heart. You try to stabilize your breathing when a soft hand grabs your waist.

“I am here.” Jungkook’s voice comes as a band-aid to the pain you were feeling.

He picks you up placing you back on the bed. He tucks the sheets under you and lays beside you, gripping your hand tightly as you cry out. The feeling of the sword piercing your skin slowly becomes bearable as Jungkook soothes the lines of your forehead with his fingers. He continues to hold you through the night whispering calming words as tears roll down your cheeks.

____

The morning coffee leaves a bitter taste in your mouth for two reasons. First, Jungkook’s gaze holds an emotion you can’t exactly pinpoint which pierces the false coat of calmness you are displaying. Second, the black envelope delivered to you this morning by Yoongi is the culprit of the nauseous feeling swirling inside you. It lays safely between you and Jungkook as you stir your coffee, a lame attempt to distract yourself from the troubling thoughts.

“Open it.”

You stop mid-stir to look at Jungkook. His eyes bore into yours and for the second time today, you feel like you don’t know who this person sitting opposite of you is. It was as if the roles were reversed, the storms brew inside of you making you a mess while he remains calm. You wince at the sound of the spoon hitting the cup as you let it go, fingers twitching to open the envelope.

The black wax your tear-off holds the initials of your mentor Yoongi, a person you spent a whole millennium with. There on a black paper written in a neat golden cursive (handwriting you can identify as Seokjin’s) lies the name of your last soul.

Kim Taehyung. Born on 30th December 1995; dies on 2nd November 2022. Location and time of death: Namsan Park, 3:00 pm.

Jungkook snatches the envelope out for you to grasp reading the information out loud. He glances at his wrist quickly and tosses the envelope back to you. “We have one hour before it happens.”

You nod, gulping the coffee. The reasons behind the sudden storm happening inside of you were obvious to everyone but you, ironically. Having to come to terms with your life ending wasn’t something you could accept lightly. Living on Earth for one thousand years coated you into a false sense of immortality.

Jungkook coughs interrupting your train of thoughts. Tossing the cup into the sink, you exhale a breath you never realise you were holding. Walking past Jungkook you take one last glance at the living room; the first one you became fond of. Pushing the rush of nostalgic emotions, you fetch the umbrella from its stand.

“Let’s go.” You mumble to Jungkook twirling the umbrella as smoke surges transporting you to the park.

Due to the low temperature, the number of people in the park was smaller than you have anticipated. Walking with Jungkook felt like such a cliché way to spend the last few minutes of your life. Especially since you occasionally took morning strolls through the park to shrug off the extra baggage the missions put on you.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook cuts through the silence.

You look up at the sky, the grey clouds concealing the little bit of sunshine that struggled to peak. “Fine. It’s inevitable anyway.”

Jungkook shakes his head seeing through your façade of calmness. “What do you think your connection with Taehyung is?”

You halt. Jungkook turns around only noticing you stopped when he was a few steps away. His question plays in your head like a broken record. “I am not sure. You probably heard the rumours about me.”

He nods pushing the scarf over his mouth to conceal the embarrassing pink colour adorning his cheeks. “I’ve heard a few. I don’t pay much attention to what others say.”

When you chuckle Jungkook’s eyes widen, the sound so unfamiliar to him. “Whatever the connection might be, it’s a cursed one.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to argue back but was cut off by a woman screaming bloody murder. Right behind him, a group of people gather around the woman who seems to be losing her mind.

“Someone call 911,” the woman screams as she kneels beside the body sobbing into the man’s chest. “Taehyung please wake up. I am begging you.”

Jungkook and you slowly approach the small crowd of people. There on the ground lies Kim Taehyung, your last soul. Head resting on a scarf, eyes shut with chest slowly heaving up and down on the brink of collapsing. There were no visible injuries, and you quickly scan the envelope that slowly begins adding details. Cardiac arrest.

You glance at him. The curly locks of his hair have been pushed aside allowing you to see his full face. He was handsome no doubt with the slender nose, the plump shape of his lips, and the sharp jawline. You take a quick look at his clothing, noticing the expensive fashion brands. It didn’t take a genius to know he came from a wealthy family.

You watch his chest slowly fall; the last breath exhaled. The woman next to him weeps, holding his body close to hers as the people around collectively gasp in shock.

To your right, you feel the shift of the universe and the body of Taehyung appearing. He’s in a sitting position next to his dead body, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You take a minute, more for yourself than him, to observe the scene. Jungkook summons the white lily in his hands and for some unknown reason, a part of you feels relieved that he has a sure passage to heaven.

Approaching Taehyung slowly as not startle him you pull the envelope.

“Kim Taehyung.” This grabs his attention shifting him towards you. When he catches your gaze, a sharp stab goes through your heart, and you hiss in pain. Concealing it with a frown you take a deep breath.

“Y-yes?”

Before you can continue a man emerges from the crowd. “I am doctor let me through.”

He lightly pushes the woman off of Taehyung and lies his delicate fingers on his neck checking the pulse. He curses and quickly positions his arms over the heart. You watch as he sings a song whilst performing the CPR in sync with the rhythm of the melody. Taehyung’s face twist in an uncomfortable state, the doctor’s action causing a rift between life and death. Jungkook looks at you questioningly, but you dismiss the intrusion. This wouldn’t be the first time someone meddled with life and death.

Taehyung lunges over, gasping in pain. “Shouldn’t we do something about this?”

You shake your head. “We can’t interfere with portable between life and death.”

Taehyung turns towards Jungkook and you, eyes wide and the veins on his neck pop up from the struggle to contain the pain. “Who are you?”

You pull your lips into a thin line. Jungkook impatiently hops from one side to another as you cough and continue.

“Born on 30th December. Died on 2nd November-“

“Who the fuck are you?” Taeyhung screams once more.

“Are you sure we can’t stop this?” Jungkook whispers urgently pointing to the man reviving Taehyung.

“Cause of death Cardiac Arrest. This is you?” You ignore Jungkook’s please as you finish reading. Taehyung curses at you and falls onto the side from the amount of pain. Jungkook rushes towards him pushing the lily into his hand.

You take a step forward ready to twirl your umbrella when suddenly Taehyung’s figure begins to slowly disappear. White light seeps through the air and into his lifeless body. You and Jungkook stop dead in tracks glancing at Taehyung’s dead body that suddenly springs to life, chest moving up and down as he coughs fighting to catch a breath. The pale face of the doctor regains some colour as he sits next to the patient.

“Call 911 he still needs to be taken to a hospital.” The doctor says throwing his coat over Taehyung to provide some warmth.

You stand there completely frozen. Your breathing hitches, heaps of sweat form on your forehead as a rush of lethargy takes over you. Nothing had prepared you for such an outcome, but the consequences of it were far worse than you had anticipated.

As Taehyung was ushered by the ambulance team he kept looking and pointing at your and Jungkook’s frame shouting. “Mina take them away from me. Look they are right there. I am not crazy they came for my soul. Mina help me.”

Mina would look in your direction but judging by the confused expression she saw nothing.

“It will be alright Taehyung. We’ll be alright,” was the last thing Mina said before she took the white lily from Taehyung’s grip and closed the door of the ambulance.

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Hanami Pt. 3 | The V2 Series

Genre | angst, The V2 Series, taehyung x reader, friends->lovers->friends (?)

Word Count | 5.1K

Warnings | Language. Alcohol consumption. Lots of pining / Taehyung and Y/N just not vibing well or being on the same level at the same time :/

Summary | While trying to have a good time downtown with their friends, Taehyung and Y/N are still struggling to work through how they feel about each other.

A/N | After a long wait, here’s part 3! This story is absolutely starting to kick me in the ass, so I’m very glad I finally got this out. Lemme know what you think!! :)

Read the rest of The V2 Series HERE!

Downtown is alive with the air of celebration and lightened with the relieved stress of the weekend—people float in and out of clubs and bars, taking advantage of the plentiful food carts and drink stands still left over from that afternoon’s Hanami festivities.

You are among the crowds, yet somehow still on the outside of your own group. You aren’t having the best time, but it’s no one’s fault but your own—you could put everything in your head aside and just enjoy the company of your best friends like you so desperately wanted to, but sadly, fate didn’t work in your favor like that.

Instead, you stand to the side in one of your favorite bars, clutching a drink bought for you graciously by Hyejin. Following your line of sight and pressing the stiff buttons on an old, rickety jukebox in the corner, is Taehyung. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been unable to take your eyes off of him for some time now—whether you have the alcohol to thank for that or just your jumbled mess of feelings, you’ll never know.

Somewhere, stewing in the back of your fucked-up brain, you’re still thinking of the last time you two were downtown. Just a few short months ago, you were hand in hand with Taehyung, dragging him down the same cobblestone streets you two had just walked on a few minutes ago, giggling with elation, sharing a drink at this very bar, arguing, and then fucking in Taehyung’s car.

You can’t help but compare those times to now—where Taehyung doesn’t even give you a lasting glance as you sidle up beside him at the jukebox, doing your absolute best to make every movement, every decision of your own look as casual as possible.

“Anything good up there?” you ask.

His focus slowly slides to yours as he flips through a few more songs. “Just that one Strokes song everyone knows,” he answers, pushing the big ‘Select’ button with his thumb.

The beginning bass notes of “Reptilia” play through the loudspeakers in every corner of the room. A few people nod their head in recognition, and when the guitars kick in, you think you see a ghost of a smile flash across Taehyung’s face again.

I said, “Please don’t slow me down

If I’m going too fast”

You decide to go out on a limb and try to rope Taehyung in with nostalgia.

“You know we danced to this song in my room one time,” you say, grinning. “You remember that?”

“I do,” he says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and flicking his fringe out of his eyes. “We skipped school and had to jump the fence to your neighbors house—”

“And I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital for a rabies treatment, because her dog bit you!” you say, laughing loudly. “Oh my god. That was such a weird day.”

“And it was your second time smoking,” Taehyung adds in, looking more excited as the memories come back to him rapidly, “and you made me basically sit outside your room so that the smell wouldn’t stay inside—”

“—but it definitely still smelled like it—”

“And you were gone off of one hit!” he says, laughing loudly. “And then you put this Strokes album on your record player and started dancing around your room—”

“You danced too!” you exclaim, wagging a finger at him. “Don’t forget that, and then we ended up out of breath on the bed—”

Your sentence falls flat as you realize where this story leads: you and Taehyung fooling around for one of the first times when you were both teenagers. Taehyung realizes this too, because the elation in his face drains immediately, the corners of his mouth drooping into a makeshift frown.

“Yeah, well. That was a long time ago,” is all he says, before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook walking toward the two of you.

Jungkook slings his arm around Taehyung, not even sparing you a glance. “What are you doing, dude?”

You remember the look they shared on the porch and realize suddenly that it’s going to be harder to talk to Taehyung alone than you’d originally thought—even wasted, Jungkook was on a mission to keep the two of you away from each other at every chance he could get. You wonder if the two had concocted this plan before the night began.

The Strokes song on the jukebox nears the end, picking up speed.

The room is on fire

As she’s fixing her hair

“You sound so angry

Just calm down, you found me”

Your mind lingers on the previous conversation—oh, how times had changed.

“Trying to find something good on this piece of shit,” Taehyung answers, gesturing to the jukebox before wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s waist. He’s leaning heavily on his slightly shorter friend, and Taehyung grimaces a little as he readjusts the weight on his upper body. “How much have you had, man?”

“Enough,” Jungkook slurs, giving him a lazy grin. “I’m fucking done for—you want a shot? I’m buying.”

“Actually,” you say, holding up a finger in thought. “I’m buying. Be right back.”

You set the now-empty drink cup in your hand down, swaying a little at the quick turn you do on your heel to head towards the bar. If you weren’t careful, you were going to be like Jungkook shortly, and then Taehyung definitely wouldn’t want to talk to you. On the other hand, the more drinks you had, the less likely you were to let Taehyung’s cold demeanor ruin your night and hurt your feelings—it was a Catch-22.

“Three Purple Gatorades, please,” you say to the bartender, sliding her your card.

You spare a glance over your shoulder, looking for any signs of Yeonwoo and Hyejin, but they’d disappeared downstairs to the dance floor as soon as the five of you had stepped foot over the threshold.

Jungkook and Taehyung are now huddled in the corner by the jukebox, and Jungkook’s eyebrows are creased from whatever information Taehyung was in the middle of telling him. Irritation flares at the sight, making you purse your lips—why did it seem like they were definitely in on this whole thing together? Why couldn’t Jungkook just mind his business and go downstairs with Yeonwoo?

You grab your drinks and your card, heading back over to where they are.

“Three of the best drinks this place offers, courtesy of moi,” you say with a grin before handing Jungkook one. “Right, Taehyung?”

“They are good,” he muses. “But I think I’m done drinking.”

Your face falls flat. “Seriously? I just bought this for you.”

“Sorry,” he says, shrugging.

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook pipes up, throwing his first drink back and offering to switch his empty cup for the full one in your left hand. “Give it here.”

“Fat chance!” you say, rolling your eyes. “My money, my alcohol poisoning.”

“Hey, I gave you plenty of shots of my gin at the house,” Jungkook protests, pouting.

You swallow the first drink. “Gimme an hour or so,” you say, before downing the second one that Taehyung rejected. “You can have it all back—probably on your shoes.”

Jungkook recoils in disgust and Taehyung rolls his eyes at your behavior. It makes your blood boil.

“When did you turn into such a fucking downer?” you snarl at him, taking all three empty cups in your hands. “It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“I’m not a downer,” Taehyung says at your back as you walk away. “I’m just not—”

You whip around on your heel in time to see Jungkook shush Taehyung with a sloppy finger to his mouth, which Taehyung pushes away in disgust.

“Calm down there, knife-tongue,” Jungkook says, giggling very unlike himself at his own joke. “You’re coming in too hot tonight, dude. You’ve gotta slow down—”

“No, let him finish,” you say, face warming with embarrassment. “What else are you going to say tonight to hurt my feelings, Taehyung?”

Taehyung shakes his head, dismissing you with a half-assed wave of his hand. The gesture is so unlike him that your mouth drops open in shock. Jungkook looks uncomfortably between the two of you, unsure of what to do anymore—so you turn on your heel, walking away and fighting the urge to go back and slug Taehyung with the clenched fist at your side.

You spend the next hour or so of the night avoiding Taehyung and Jungkook—partly because you’re sick and tired of Taehyung’s sour puss attitude, but mostly because you have two more drinks at the bar and the sweat the alcohol out on the dance floor with Hyejin and Yeonwoo.

Taehyung keeps watch over Jungkook at the pool table during this time, letting his eyes wander every once in a while over the crowded room. He keeps expecting you to return to him at some point—you were never one to let his moods really bother you, mostly because you knew how to break through them—but much to his surprise, you don’t.

He hadn’t really meant to hurt your feelings as bad as he did earlier, it’s just that you were trying too hard and in turn, making it hard for him to keep up his anger as a walled defense. Of course, this time apart had been hard for him, too. He’d been putting all of his effort into his relationship with Yeseul, but even he could admit it was more of a distraction than anything. A way to redirect the anger and betrayal he felt because of you into love and affection for someone else—someone he felt actually deserved the effort he was capable of.

The word rebound teeters on the edge of Taehyung’s thoughts, putting a bitter flavor in his mouth akin to the taste of the whiskey mixed drink Jungkook had forced in his hand earlier, and he swallows it down along with the rest of his mixed feelings.

“Your turn,” Jungkook says, breaking Taehyung out of his reverie with a nudge with the end of his pool stick.

Taehyung takes it out of his hand, focusing on the game long enough to hit a striped thirteen into the right corner pocket effortlessly. Jungkook tuts in annoyance.

“I’m literally try-harding over here and I’m still losing,” he grunts. “What the fuck.”

“You’re a lot less sober than I am,” Taehyung reminds him with a grin, passing the pool stick back to him after missing his next shot. “Oh, and you suck.”

“Not as much as you do,” Jungkook replies, rolling his eyes. “Why’d you DD, man? You don’t even have work tomorrow.”

Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly, looking away from his friend so that the answer isn’t as telling on his face. “I just didn’t feel like drinking, I guess.”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook says almost immediately. “If you’re going to lie, do that shit to Y/N. Not me.”

Even though Taehyung won’t admit it, they both know why he chose not to drink—it was hard enough as it was to brush off your attempts at making nice with him. If he even teetered on the edge of getting tipsy, his facade was done for.

“You’re going to forgive her at some point,” Jungkook adds. “I know you.”

Taehyung sighs, taking the pool stick out of his friend’s hand to line up his final shot at the eight-ball on the table. He squints, deciding on a whim within the seconds before cracking the white ball with the tip of his pool stick that if he makes this shot, he’ll forgive you. If he misses, he’ll hold onto this grudge a little longer, watch you squirm and tiptoe around him a little more, before he gives in.

Of course, the black eight-ball goes straight into the left center pocket on the table without hesitation, and Taehyung sighs heavily in victory, hanging his head.

“Winner buys the loser a shot,” Jungkook says, grinning. “Them's the rules.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Since when!”

“Since I became your mediator for all this Y/N stuff—I’ve got to get something good out of this, come on!”

Taehyung supposed there was some truth to that statement. He had been relying heavily on Jungkook’s support and advice through this whole thing—but who else was he supposed to turn to? The one person he used to tell everything to was no longer there.

“Fine,” Taehyung says, leaning the pool stick up against the table. “Let’s go.”

As he slides the bartender his card—ordering Jungkook’s ridiculously pricey shot of whiskey—he tries not to think about just how flimsy his resolve against you is.

How flimsy it’s been this whole time.

After wasting some more time upstairs, Taehyung and Jungkook finally decide to retreat to the tables outside on the patio, enjoying the cool breeze that blows through the space and the gentle acoustic music from the live performer in the corner. The plucks of his guitar and low, soft voice are a relaxing break from the thumping bass just a few feet away on the dance floor.

Jungkook slumps in a chair, digging around in his pockets hastily for what only can be a cigarette, Taehyung is sure. The action makes Taehyung miss his own form of stress relief, but when he thinks about Yeseul’s wrinkled nose at the sight of him puffing on a cigarillo, the thought disappears instantly.

His affection for her had to mean something, right? He wasn’t purely in a relationship with her for the wrong reasons—he did actually like her.

At the library, she was always an easy distraction, coming to ask Taehyung questions about his night or his weekend with friendly banter and a pretty smile. Before he finally told her yes—before the disaster scene in his bedroom that one fated weekend with you—Yeseul had tried to get him to come out with her numerous times before, but he’d always turned the idea down. It felt wrong to go by himself, and it felt even more wrong to bring you along if he did go. Somehow, he’d always wanted to keep the two of you separated from each other—now he was glad he had.

Jungkook breaks him out of his thoughts with an offer of his cigarette and Taehyung shakes his head.

“You thinking about what you’re going to do about all of this?” Jungkook asks, looking pointedly at Taehyung through the cloud of haziness settling in the air between them.

Taehyung karate chops the smoke out of the air, chewing the inside of his cheek as he buys himself some time. What was he going to do?

“Yeah,” he says finally, sighing. “I’m stuck, man.”

“Look at it like this—” Jungkook says, leaning forward in his chair. “Do you miss Y/N as a person, or do you miss the times you had together? Remember her ways and her selfishness and her flaws. Then remember the physical relationship you two had. Which one has more of a pull for you?”

Taehyung cuts his eyes to Jungkook—he really hated this subject, yet, he could never get away from it.

“How come you’re suddenly sober when you need to be?” Taehyung mutters. “Go back to dry heaving over the pool table or something.”

“Oh I’m still fucked, believe me,” Jungkook says with a snicker. “My eyes are about three seconds from closing—I’m gonna fall asleep to this boring shit.” He gestures lazily to the performer in the corner still crooning and sucks his teeth in annoyance. “Where’s my girl when I need her?”

“Probably trying to tame Hyejin and Y/N,” Taehyung offers.

“She’s pretty different than them, right?” Jungkook says, his tone unabashedly appreciative. “I like that.”

Taehyung is glad for the small change of subject. “We know,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve said it enough.”

“No, seriously dude,” Jungkook says, taking a drag from his cigarette for so long that Taehyung is convinced he forgot what he was going to say. “Hear me out.”

“I’m listening?”

“Being with someone who seems like they were tailor-made for us is great, right? I know that’s how you feel about Y/N, because you guys are like two halves of the same whole, or whatever.”

Taehyung frowns at the analogy and Jungkook holds his hands up in defense, telling him to wait.

“But,” he says, furrowing his brow, “what about falling for someone who is a little different than us? A little softer around the edges—one who suggests you not smoke and drink because they care for your well-being—and is just a good, gentle person to balance you out?”

Taehyung crosses his arms. “Obviously you think that’s Yeseul, right?”

“Yeseul for you, Yeonwoo for me,” Jungkook says, settling back into his chair.

Taehyung hates how right he is, and wants nothing more than to lean across the table and slug him right in his perfectly squared jaw.

“I just—” he lets the confession teeter on the edge of his tongue just as a bustling crowd of yelling, laughing girls comes stumbling from upstairs and onto the outside patio.

The drinks in their hands slosh around at their feet on the cement, which they laugh harder at as they teeter in their heels. It's you, Yeonwoo, and Hyejin—Taehyung recognizes the sounds of your voices immediately—but he realizes quickly that the three of you have made some friends downstairs, and are all searching for a table to rest for a little while after all the dancing you’ve done.

“You just?” Jungkook prompts, following Taehyung’s gaze to the group of girls. “What?”

“Love her,” Taehyung admits glumly, standing up from his chair. He really, really, doesn’t want to talk about this anymore—especially not with you so close. “Come on, let’s make room.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue in judgement but does as his friend says, standing up and cupping his hands around his mouth to call out to Yeonwoo and wave them over.

Taehyung watches you look around in confusion, but happiness settles quickly across your dazed features as you lock eyes with him and all but skip over to the table. He isn’t sure how much you’ve had since he saw you about an hour and a half ago, but he can quickly settle on the thought that it’s probably way past your usual limit.

“Taehyunggggg,” you sing-song, throwing your arms around his waist. “I cut my foot dancing, want to see?”

He looks over at Jungkook for help but he’s got a giggling Yeonwoo wrapped up in his arms, whispering something (awful) in her ears, Taehyung is sure.

Taehyung peels your arms from around his waist gently, though you still frown at the action. He’d just pissed you off not too long ago—where did your anger from before go?

“Let me see.”

You flop down in a chair a few feet away like a marionette doll who’s strings have just been cut—he’s really starting to get worried about how much you’ve had—before you raise up your leg straight in the air, giving him a unabashed show of your lace panties from beneath the skirt you were wearing.

Taehyung swallows quickly, grabbing your ankle and lowering your leg. “Y/N, stop.”

“Stop what?” you whine, and it sounds like you’re seconds away from crying. “I’m trying to show you I’m hurt.”

Taehyung can’t help but think you look incredibly cute—your hair messily thrown up in a bun from getting too hot from dancing, your makeup smudged a little around your eyes but still pretty nonetheless, your lower lip jutted out in a way that makes him want to fix everything wrong with the world just to see you grin again.

God damn it, he thinks. What’s wrong with me?

“I can see it without you doing gymnastics, okay?” Taehyung says lightly, trying not to laugh. “You rubbed a giant raw place on your foot from these small ass shoes! Are they even yours?”

“They’re Yeonwoo’s,” you say petulantly, looking down at the ground. “But they went really well with my outfit so I—”

Taehyung shakes his head, laughing a little. “Jesus. Can you still walk?”

“Of course I can,” you say, putting your foot back on the ground and standing up, closing a little bit of the distance between you and him.

Taehyung realizes suddenly this is probably the closest you two have been to each other and the weakest his facade has been, in months. Looking at you gazing up at him with such hopefulness in his eyes has him feeling soft, feeling like he should maybe rest his hand on your neck and tilt your face up to his—

“Where are your cigars?” you say suddenly. “Give me one.”

Taehyung blinks at you. “I don’t have them anymore, remember? I—”

“I can do you one better!” Jungkook says suddenly, busting up your little moment and coming, somewhat, to Taehyung’s rescue. He digs around in his pockets until he comes up with his cigarette pack. “All nicotine—just what the drunk girl ordered.”

“I’m not drunk,” you state, but the glazed look in your eyes is much too telling for the statement to be even close to the truth. “And I don’t want those.”

“Suit yourself, princess,” Jungkook says. “Yeonwoo wants to know what you did with your ID—said something about you flicking it at the bartender’s face when they said you looked a little young?”

“Fuck,” you mutter, looking panicked. “I’ll be right back.”

When you leave, Jungkook quickly snaps his fingers in front of Taehyung’s face in succession, his face grim. “Get that lovesick look off of your face, idiot.”

“I’m not—”

“Shut up, I saw you,” Jungkook says, poking a finger to Taehyung’s chest. “You’re crumbling, man. Come on—just make it like thirty more minutes until we get everyone home and then you can simp by yourself.”

Taehyung smacks Jungkook’s finger away from him. “Fuck you.”

“You don’t have to be there to clean her up anymore, dude,” Jungkook says, sighing. “That’s what Yeonwoo is for—let her friends be there for her so you don’t have to.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything and instead, checks the time on his watch. It’s nearing closing time for the bar, so he and Jungkook work to gather everyone up and head back to the parking deck. Surprisingly, it’s a lot harder to corral drunk girls than he remembers; if he or Jungkook takes his eyes off one of you for longer than a second you’ll disappear faster than Taehyung’s moral—a dumb joke that Jungkook whispers to him while walking that he does not find funny in the least bit.

“Wait, can we go to the river for just a second?” Hyejin says, turning around to face the boys with her hands clasped. “Please—then you can take us all home, I promise!”

Jungkook agrees grudgingly, and Taehyung is happy that he seems to have sobered up as quickly as he got drunk. Alcohol was a weird thing for this group—while you, one to normally hold all your liquor, were close to being blackout, Yeonwoo looked just slightly tipsy after drinking just as much, and Hyejin looked as though she could go for multiple more rounds.

When Taehyung’s feet hit the cobblestone portion of downtown—he realizes with panic what is happening.

Unbeknownst to them, Hyejin and Yeonwoo are leading the group to the exact same spot that he and you used as a getaway—it’s your favorite because you can see the boats coming in through the harbor, the lights of the bridge reflecting onto the murky water below and making its surface shimmer. He hopes with all his might that you are not thinking this as well—that your brain is too dizzy with alcohol to put two and two together.

The last time you two were here, Taehyung kissed you in public, not caring who saw. He wanted to stop the tears that were flowing from your eyes, wanted to stop the hurt and the pain that Hongbin was putting you through—except now, the irony was all your pain was stemming from himself.

No, not himself. From your actions that caused him to act the way he did. From your indecisiveness, from your selfishness, from your inability to choose what was good, better for you, even.

The group fans out amongst the dock, leaning on the railing and looking down at the fish in the water or out in the distance at the lights of downtown. Taehyung feels slightly uneasy watching you lean over, but it’s only for a moment before he realizes what you’re doing.

“Y/N,” he says, rushing towards you just as you expel all of what’s on your stomach into the oxford blue water below you.

“Aw, the fish!” Hyejin whines, and Jungkook cackles at her obliviousness of her friend getting sick beside her. “Y/N, what the fuck!”

Taehyung goes to put a hand on your back, to smooth your hair out of your face so you can finish, but he manages—unfortunately—to catch Jungkook’s stern gaze before he can do so. Jungkook gives him a curt shake of his head, followed by a pointed look at Yeonwoo.

Taehyung reluctantly steps back so she can replace him, giving the two of you some distance. He hates to see you like this—it was rare that this happened—but he hates even more that despite everything that was going on between you two, he still felt an extreme sense of responsibility and compassion to take care of you.

Taehyung’s phone buzzes in his pocket as a welcome distraction: a call from Yeseul that he answers without hesitation.

“Hey,” he says breathlessly, “what’s up?”

Because he is so busy on the phone with his girlfriend, what he doesn’t see is you cleaning yourself up without him, turning around to look at him laugh on the phone without so much as a backward glance your way. He doesn’t see the hurt on your face, the way your mouth trembles with reluctance to say something, anything that would bring his attention back to you.

He doesn’t see the way you put two and two together—not about the place you two were at, but at the thought that he took a phone call from Yeseul rather than tending to you, ultimately sealing the path that his heart was taking.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Yeonwoo asks. “Don’t cry.”

“I hate men,” you say, and your friends agree with you because they think this is about Hongbin, about something that happened before you all went out and was only coming to the surface now because you were wasted.

“Capricorn men? Or just men in general?” Jungkook questions before he can stop himself, and when your deathly gaze falls on him he wishes he’d just shut his mouth. “Uh, sorry.”

“Taehyung, can you help us get her to the car?” Hyejin calls out.

You snatch away from your friends, defiantly kicking off your shoes and picking them off the ground and into your arms as you stomp towards the parking deck.

“I don’t need his help,” you growl. “Fuck him.”

When Taehyung sees you walking away without the rest of the group, he quickly wraps up his phone call, jogging back over to assess the damage.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asks, looking at your squared, angry shoulders in the distance.

“I don’t know—she muttered something about hating Capricorns and stormed off,” Yeonwoo says, shrugging.

“Don’t worry about it, Taehyung,” Hyejin says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just go get her—that’s not even the right parking deck she’s headed toward.”

Yeonwoo and Hyejin take off after you, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung standing on the dock.

“Why didn’t you just let me help her?” Taehyung asks exasperatedly. “It wouldn’t have made that much of a difference!”

“You’re not allowed to do anything for her until you sort out your shit,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms. “Otherwise, she’s going to feel like she won, Taehyung. And you’re going to be right back where you fucking started.”

Taehyung stays silent, his jaw squared in annoyance.

“She’s still with Hongbin, you know. Or did you forget that?”

“How could I forget?” Taehyung spits.

“Then don’t forget that until she leaves him, she can’t be with you, either.”

The sting that Taehyung feels from that truth hurts, but isn’t entirely unwelcome. He knew it, he just didn’t like admitting it to himself; he certainly couldn’t make you leave Hongbin, and no matter what he did over the past couple of years to prove that he could be good for you, you couldn’t withdraw from the sense of comfort that Hongbin had embedded.

Sure, Taehyung didn’t have the best job, he didn’t come from a rich family and he didn’t have extremely nice things or nice clothes. But did that really make Hongbin the better choice than him? Couldn’t you see that he could treat you just as good—better, even? What was he going to have to do to get you to trust him?

“She’s gotta make the decision for herself, man,” Jungkook says, almost as if reading his friend’s mind. “And you do, too. You haven’t been giving Yeseul one hundred percent of yourself, and you know it. What if you did and it turned out to be better than you could imagine?”

Taehyung shakes his head defiantly. “Let’s just go, man. I need to get home.”

Jungkook sighs, knowing that once again, he hasn’t won this battle with Taehyung. But he hangs it up for now, stuffing his hand in his pockets and pulling out his cigarette pack.

“I’ve smoked more because of your demons than I have over my own,” he admits, giving Taehyung a shitty grin. “Got anything to say to my lungs?”

Taehyung hates that Jungkook pulls a chuckle from him just after busting his balls about you, but it’s nice to balance the mood. There was one good thing about this friendship: Jungkook didn’t dwell.

“Good riddance,” Taehyung responds playfully, laughing just before dodging Jungkook’s swift kick to the back of his leg.

It wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t know he had some things to figure out—some things he’d made harder for himself now, considering the fact that he’d thrown himself into another relationship to avoid dealing with his emotions about you—it was just that he didn’t know where to start.

It would be easier to talk to you if things on your side were different. But how foolish would he look to confess his honest, true feelings to you knowing that you were still in a committed relationship with your boyfriend? And Taehyung didn’t want to convince you to leave Hongbin, he wanted you to decide it for yourself.

And then maybe, just maybe, make your way back to him.

#taehyung x reader #bts x reader #kim taehyung angst #kim taeyhung x reader #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts smut #the v2 series #honeyedhoseok #kim taehyung #hanami pt 3

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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

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Received an anon ask from someone about Kitt being cute and wondering why Tae hasn’t proposed yet, but Tumblr literally crashed as I was writing a response! So here’s the drabble:

source: taehyungvsite

Tae Looks at Rings

He doesn't know when it started. All he knows is that he can't help himself. Every time Taehyung passes by a shop. Every time he's watching TV. Every time he scrolls through social media. A jewelry ad inevitably pops up.

And he looks at every. single. ring.

Silver. Gold. Black, which seems to be in fashion now. Chunky. Gaudy. Delicate. Minimalist. Sweet. Shiny. Transparent. Opaque. All sorts of different designs. Pure gem. Pure metal.

Whatever it is, it has to be pure.

Because it's meant to be a representation of his love for you.

When his hair was blue, and you were held up in a meeting at the office before dinner, Taehyung waited at Yoongi's desk. Pestered him with potential options.

Yoongi started calling him Sonic.

You just thought it was because Taehyung now regularly beats you both in the weekly, three-participant footrace from the convenience store back to your apartment.

As far as you know, you're just in for a regular night with the guys.

Yoongi's smirking because his face is just like that.

And Taehyung's just smiling at the bag of Funyuns you picked up just because he's hungry.

Read Kittenfishing here

#asks #your asks #anon #kittenfish #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts drabbles #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts imagine #bts imagines #taehyung imagine #taeyhung imagine #kim taehyung fluff #bts fluff

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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bunny-bts · 3 years

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Never Want To Hurt You Pt 1

Author: Hi~ (◕ᴗ◕✿). Flashback parts are in bold and this might have more than one part or just be a very long one shot

Pairings: Eventual Taeyhung x reader

Summary: You have always been in Taeyhung's life, in fact you were created just for him, literally. He had a chance with you years ago but now it is too late to take back his rejection when two of his best friends fall for you. You aren't the little girl he knew anymore, he finally notices you are a woman and he wants to rip thier throats out

Warnings: Jimin and Jungkook beef, manly jungkook, curse words, cranky jealous Tae, flirty jimin, sexy clothes, self confidence, the boys growling and glaring, maybe some angst, drama~, suspense~ (some of these are for future chapters)

"Any plans for your birthday?" Namjoon throws his arm around Taeyhung's neck. "Yes actually, my yeodongsaeng is visiting. I haven't seen her in a few years. We only texted"

"That's nice man, I'm sure your little sister is excited to see you too. It will be nice to see her again," Namjoon smiles, revealing his dimples.

"No, my other little sister. We aren't really related, you guys haven't met her"

"What? You're kidding right bro? We have to! So, is she coming here?"

"Yes, and she is staying for a while"

"That's nice, how long?"

"To be determined"

"Oh alright, well, when is she supposed to arrive?"

"Soon, she made it to Seoul last night. She is a fan, excited to meet you all"

"That's awesome, we should treat you two out to dinner. I'll get the guys," RM pats his shoulder and goes to round up the other five then comes back with them.

"She's your yeodongsaeng but you aren't really related?" Jimin asks curiously as they all sit around on the couch to wait. Tae nods, "yes, she was a gift to me for my second birthday. Any of you try anything with my girl and I will make your lives miserable." He continues fidgeting with his collar and tie in the mirror.

"oh, he is protective of his princess!" Jin declares with a loud obnoxious laugh and Hobi joins in, slapping thier knees.

Tae's nose flares and he sighs, "yes. Very. Do not try anything with my princess. Got it?" He turns and says through gritted teeth. Jin stares wide eyed and Hobi raises his hands in surrender. "His princess," he teases and nudges Seokjin.

"Hold up, you got a human being for your second birthday?" Yoogni interrupts. "Yes, I told her mother and father that I wanted a friend and they said they would get me one"

"Okay, that's actually really sweet. But, you said she was FOR your second birthday?"

"That's when she happened to be born, it's our birthday. Any more questions?"

"How come we haven't met her yet?" Jungkook asks. "Because you are perverts."

The guys all look to each other and shrug thier shoulders, giving each other the 'he ain't wrong face', except Jin. He looks offended.

"Is she Korean?" "Yes and no, she lived with her aunt on the farm next to dad's much of the time but she is American."

"Did you ever go out?" Jimin asks casually, not meaning anything by it.

"What?" Taeyhung quickly whips his head around and asks wide eyed.

"You called her your princess, did you ever date her?"

"......No.....," He turns back to the mirror and keeps fidgeting.

"He was hesitant," Namjoon smirks as he points it out, "so, you want to?" "Disgusting....," Taeyhung responds as there is a knock on the door which Namjoon opens. "Hi," the leader smiles.

You immediately blush, "H-Hi, I-I'm Y/N, I'm here to see Taeyhung?"

"We know, please come in," Namjoon gives you his dimple revealing smile, escorting you inside with a hand on the small of your back. "Guys, this is Y/N," Jin waves at you along with Hoseok and you return the gesture, "H-Hello," you smile. "I got tired of waiting and went to get us some mil-," Jungkook walks out of the kitchen, sipping a bottle of milk himself and handing one to Jimin sitting by the kitchen door. He stops short, staring at you and freezing with wide eyes, milk dribbling down his chin and the bottle he was passing Jimin falling to the ground because Jimin looked up from his phone to grab it and it slipped when he saw you and lost focus. "Oh than-"

"Did I....?" You are so confused by thier reaction to seeing you. "Jungkook, you've got something uh," you point to his chin and he runs to clean himself up. Jimin makes his way to you.

"Hi~," he stands and walks over smoothly, wiggling his brows which makes you giggle and blush at the same time. "Tell Tae we will see him there, she's riding with me," Jimin takes your hand and pulls you out. "Jimin wait I don't think-," Jimin was out before Namjoon could finish protesting.

"She's here?" Taeyhung walks out to them just after. "Yeah, Jimin pulled her out and said she was riding with him," Hoseok tells him. "She's not disgusting?" Jungshook says softly. "No? She is sweet?" Taeyhung says confused before they all leave. "Can we just go before Jimin well y'know?" Tae asks annoyed and they all follow him out. "Ride with me Kook," he slips in the car. "Okay," Jungkook slides in the car with him and they drive off.

"She is so pretty," Jungkook says, smiling to himself. Taeyhung raises a brow at him and shrugs, "I guess for a little girl she's cute" "LITTLE GIRL!?" "What?" "That was NOT a little girl!" "What are you talking about? Yes, she is" "How long has it been since you've seen her?" Taeyhung shrugs, "in person, four years?" He answers as they all pull in at the restaurant and walk inside.

"Over here!" Jimin calls out to them. He was being extremely charming and you had to admit you liked it. He had gotten you a slice of cake that you've never tried before and was sweet talking. It was really cute, so was he but they all were. You wave to the others who make thier way over. Jimin and Jungkook sit on your sides, arms behind you. You are unaware of them glaring as snarling at each other to back off and focused on Tae who froze when he saw you.

"Excuse me," you stand to run over and hug his neck. He is still frozen. Physically his body can't move, he is afraid to touch your back to return the hug. His heart is pounding, and his stomach felt strange. You weren't a little girl anymore. You were a fully grown woman. As you hugged him your full chest was pressed to his, his eyes shoot to glance down. Yeah, you filled out. He gulps as he notices you smell different. Were you wearing perfume? His little girl, this couldn't be. What was happening? His eyes close and he finally snaps out of the trance enough to hug you back, a arm around your lower back pulling you in closer. He subtly buries his nose in your neck, god, that scent was so sweet and intoxicating. You pull away then.

"I missed you so much Oppa~," you giggle. "D-Don't call me that-I missed you too," he smiles. "But....okay?"

"Y/N, sit beside me~," Jungkook pleads. You laugh at his grabby hands and sit down with the guys.

The dinner goes by very well, you feel you really hit off with the guys and Jungkook and Jimin especially. It was obvious they were flirting and you were happy to do the same. They even asked you out on a movie date which you happily accepted.

Taeyhung stands up. "Excuse us," he harshly yanks you up and pulls you outside by your wrist. "Ow! Tae! What the hell is your problem!?" "Stop it," he demands with flaring nostril. "STOP WHAT!?" "Stop flirting with them." "NO. You had your chance with me Kim Taeyhung so back off. I'm a woman now and I can make my own decisions," you yank your hand away and stomp back inside.

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honeyoru · 1 year

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

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thefaithfulwriter1 · 3 years

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The Story Of Us [ kth x f!reader ] Chapter Two

Title - The Story Of Us

Summary - l In which a story is told about a successful writer who struggles with all aspects of her heath and how she encounters and adopts seven hybrids along with their journey as they become a family. l

Pairing - Taehyung Kim x F!Reader

Fandoms - BTS

WC - 3k

Warnings - Mental Awareness ( ADD, Anxiety, Depression, Manic behavior, PTSD ) l Health Problems (Lung problems, Low immune system) l Past Abuse ( Sexual abuse, Physical abuse ) l Language l Sexual Themes

Cast: Y/N L/N {The Human Writer } -Taehyung Kim { The Tiger } - Jungkook Jeon { The Bunny } - Jimin Park { The Cat } - Yoongi Min { The Panther } - Namjoon Kim { The Wolf } - Hoseok Jung { The Dog } - Seokjin Kim{ The Bear }

A/n: Okay I am so nervous but excited for this fic. Yes I am a fanfic writer and yes I am Army... I purple you lol. But this is my first BTS fic I am posting on here so please I beg go easy on me lol. And please let me know what you think.

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Walking up to the building with Xavier, Y/n took in all her surroundings. To say she was nervous was an understatement. Y/n was so nervous she was shaking. Stopping though Y/n took a few deep breaths knowing she would overwhelm herself otherwise, and she did not want to do that. Upon entering the building Y/n and Xavier were greeted by a woman that seemed to be in her early fifties.“ Hello, welcome to Loveable Hybrids! I’m Leah.”

“Hello Leah. I’m Xavier Johnson and this is Y/n L/n.” Xavier introduced the two of them with a smile. While he was taking the time to introduce us, Y/n mind had wondered as she looked at the environment around her. It was very bright with pictures of hybrids and people, also colorings were littered around the walls.

“Nice to meet both of you! How may I help you?” Leah beamed at them.

“Y/n here is looking to adopt a possible hybrid. We heard this is an extraordinary place.” Xavier stated the reason why they were there. Doing so though he placed his hand gently on Y/n’s back to grab her attention from their surroundings, so she can focus on the conversation.

“We do try our best to stay in tip top shape. And that's excellent! Y/n is there any type of breed that you had in mind?” Leah questioned Y/n with zeal.

“N-no. Just whoever I click with.”

“Awesome! Just follow me right this way to the back!” She sang and made a gesture to follow her.

“Here let me take this and you worry about looking around.” Xavier said to Y/n, taking the oxygen tank from her hands that was rolling behind her.

“Thank you Xavier.”

“No problem Miss Y/n.”

“Okay this is where all our felines reside, over here we have our dog breeds. Down on the far left we have our birds, then our reptiles on the far right, and then in the center our smaller breeds, where they reside. Is there any room you would like to start with first?” Leah informed us as she gestured where everyone was. Looking at Leah nervously Y/n couldn’t decide, so she chose the first thing that popped into her head.

“D-dog hybrids if possible?”

“Alright right this way!” Leah nodded and agreed, gesturing to the two to follow her. Upon entering the area for the dog hybrids Y/n couldn’t believe how many were there, and how many different breeds she saw. It made her sad to see them without a home. But seeing them seemed to lift her mood and brought a few positive thoughts on the idea of possibly adopting a hybrid. After talking to a few hybrids and mingling around Y/n thought that many were adorable. But Y/n couldn’t bring herself to tell Leah that she wanted to adopt anyone. Y/n felt sad… but she didn’t have the feeling that she described as the ‘click’ that she so desperately wanted.

“Did anyone catch your eye Miss L/n?” Leah asked with a kind smile.

“No sorry,” Y/n mumbled as she looked down nervously. Y/n felt bad to say so but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.

“That’s okay. Just take your time okay!” Leah stated reassuring Y/n with a pat on her shoulder. Leah could see how nervous Y/n was so she wanted to reassure as much as she could, and make Y/n feel comfortable. Also seeing the oxygen tank, and assessing Y/n, observing how she acted, Leah can very much tell what Y/n needed. And one hybrid came to Leah’s mind instantly. So as soon as the thought came to her mind Leah hoped her plan would work in the hybrid’s favor, as she escorted the two to the next holding center.

“Alright how about we go over here to the felines?” Leah suggested. Which led Y/n to nod and follow with Xavier close behind.

“Here Xavier I’ll take it.” Y/n offered to take the oxygen tank out of his hand, and place it on her shoulder so she could walk around.

“Alright dear. Remember to take your time.”

“Okay!” Y/n beamed as she was starting to become more excited about the idea of adopting a hybrid. Mingling once again amongst the hybrids in the room Y/n had pleasant talks with everyone who approached her. But with everyone she talked to she didn’t feel the ‘click’.

After talking to all of the feline hybrids in the room there was one who she didn’t talk to. The hybrid she didn’t talk to was sitting at a table alone seemingly immersed in his drawing. He was a handsome male hybrid with brown eyes and wavy ebony hair that had two fluffy orange ears with black stripes. His tail was also orange with black stripes which swayed behind him lazily as he drew. With the ears and tail it gave Y/n the hint he was most likely a tiger hybrid. Being he was the last hybrid in the room Y/n hadn’t talked to she wanted to give him a chance to talk to her. So with a deep breath Y/n dug up all the courage she had and made her way towards his table.

“H-hello, can I sit?” Y/n stuttered nervously as she fiddled with the strap of her bag that held her oxygen tank.

Hearing her seemed to startle him out of his own little world, but looking up he was amazed at what he saw. A beautiful young woman with h/c h/l hair was standing next to him with large e/c innocent eyes. But upon seeing her he could tell she was nervous so shaking himself out of his dazed he hurried to answer.

“Hi, and sure.” He allowed Y/n to join, getting up he pulled out a seat for her. Him doing this for her made Y/n blush which didn’t go unnoticed by him. Smiling he sat back down and continued his drawing, but not totally into his drawing as he was before. His focus was on the gorgeous woman beside him who seemed to try and contain her nervous tics that he could still see.

“Can I ask what you're drawing?” Y/n asked, trying to start a conversation. Upon hearing this he looked at Y/n and shrugged, pushing the drawing over to her. Looking at the drawing Y/n saw it was of a picture of a butterfly settled on a flower.

“Wow, it's so pretty.” Y/n praised with a smile upon seeing the picture he drew. It truly was beautiful and well thought out with details that were unique.

“It isn’t even finished, I have to add color.” He mumbled while blushing hearing Y/n’s praise.

“T-true but I can still see the details and emotion you put into it. It’s lovely.” Y/n explained to him as she handed the picture back to him carefully.

“Thank you.”

“What’s your name?” Y/n finally had the courage to ask after getting more comfortable with him. He seemed to ease Y/n’s nervousness that she had so much of, upon coming to the building. Now all Y/n seem to have was excitement on her mind now after meeting some of the hybrids. But Y/n wasn’t going to lie she found the hybrid she was talking to now to be the most interesting one she had conversed so far. Which led her curiosity to get the best of her.

“Taehyung. What's yours?” Taehyung smiled widely asking as he turned to Y/n giving her his full attention, as his tail swayed happily behind him. Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at the cuteness that was shown in front of her.

“That’s a nice name. Mine’s Y/n L/n,” Y/n offered as she smiled back at Taehyung.

“That’s a pretty name,” Taehyung admired, smiling as he watched Y/n blush and look down, pushing her h/c hair behind her ear.

“T-thank you.” Y/n smiled, finding the courage to look back up at him with a wide smile of her own. Looking at her again Taehyung found himself admiring Y/n once again. She was just so beautiful and kind, it drew him in instantly. It had been such a long time since he had met a nice human beside the ones that worked here at the adoption agency. But for the first time something caught his attention, it was the tank and the connected tubes hanging from her nose and ears.

“What's that?” Taehyung asked curiously, pointing to the tubes.

“Oh these are nasal tubes and that's an oxygen tank they help me breathe.” Y/n informed with a smile unfazed by the question.

“Why do you need them? You can’t breathe?” Taehyung questioned with worry.

“I have trouble at times. I don’t have the most healthy lungs,” Y/n spoke with a smile.

“Oh that must suck. Are you okay now?” He asked, still worried.

“Yes it does. And I’m fine thank you for asking,” Y/n reassured him as she was touched he would ask her such a thing.

“No problem, I would want someone to ask me if it were me,” Taehyung smiled at her once again. Y/n couldn’t help but smile back because he had such a contagious smile. After that the two talked to each other more, getting to know random things about one another without even noticing. The two took to drawing as they talked. They were on the subject of Y/n’s book cover that she created herself with her own photography skills, when Leah came over. She came to tell Y/n that there were other hybrid rooms that they could still see if she wanted to. Which Y/n went reluctantly. Not without sending a sad smile to Taehyung as she gave him the picture they drew together, which was a picture of a plethora of flowers. Even though she was off meeting other hybrids Y/n still had Taehyung on her mind. The feeling Y/n had when she spent time talking with Taehyung was exactly what she had been looking for… ‘the click’ she wanted to experience so desperately. What Y/n didn’t know at the time though was Taehyung couldn’t seem to rid her of his thoughts as well.

“Well that is all of our hybrids. Did anyone catch your attention Y/n?” Leah had asked after hours of escorting Y/n and Xavier around the building all the hybrid rooms. And already having made up her mind Y/n nodded quickly with excitement and a wide smile. Seeing her like this Xavier and Leah both smiled at the young woman.

“Actually yes, is it possible if I can see Taehyung again?”

“Sure you can. Let me take you to his room.” Leah said instantly, hoping that this meant that Taehyung would finally be adopted. After seeing Taehyung go through so much the elder woman hoped it meant that Y/n was considering it. Leah could tell that Y/n was a kind and respectful young woman, though she had her flaws. Leah knew Y/n would take care of Taehyung, especially after seeing the interaction between the two Leah knew that the two would be perfect for each other. So with a wide and hopeful smile Leah gestured for Y/n and Xavier to follow her to Taehyung's personal room.

“Thank you!” Y/n beamed following behind with a bright smile. Y/n was still a little nervous but hopefully it would go well with what she had planned to ask Taehyung.

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“Should I come with you?” Xavier asked Y/n worried, before she went into Taehyung’s room.

“No it’s okay I can go by myself,” Y/n reassured him with a tired but bright smile. Even though Y/n was tired from the eventful day she still was happy that she came. Taking a deep breath Y/n once again dug up some more confidence and continued to Taehyung's room. Knocking Y/n smiled when she heard Taehyung shout out a ‘come in.’ Upon entering his room she was met with Taehyung sitting on his bed reading a book.

“Hi Taehyung,” Y/n greeted him with a gentle but nervous smile.

“Hi Y/n. What are you doing here?” Taehyung was confused as to why she was there but still smiled happy to see her once again. What had Taehyung worried though was that he could hear Y/n’s heart beating faster than usual, making his ears twitch. Taehyung knew that Y/n was nervous and even though he didn’t know her health problems, Taehyung knew that couldn’t be good for her.

“I actually wanted to ask you a question. I-if possible?” Y/n stuttered as she fiddled with the tubes connected with her tank.

“Sure what is it?” Taehyung asked gently, not wanting to make her even more nervous then she was.

“Would you maybe umm l-like to umm,” Y/n stuttered again but having trouble with her breathing for a moment. Y/n was so nervous that she was shaking. This was a big moment not just for her but for Taehyung too, and she knew that.

“It’s okay, sit down. Take deep breaths,” Taehyung instructed her as he guided her to his bed to sit. He didn’t know what was making her this nervous but he felt helpless seeing her like this. So gently Taehyung took Y/n’s hands into his, hoping that it would ground her, and waited for her as she took deep breaths to control her breathing. After a while having herself under control Y/n blushed embarrassed but smiled when she looked down at their hands that were intertwined which caused her to go off in a daze. But Y/n’s attention was brought back upon hearing Taehyung’s voice.

“What was it you wanted to ask me?” Taehyung asked softly, trying not to overwhelm her. Y/n looked at him for a moment to rethink her decision. She thought of all of the pros and cons once again. Thinking about them over again after being at the adoption center made her happy because now there were more pros then there were cons. So with these thoughts in mind she asked the big question that would change everything.

“Would you like to be adopted by me?” Y/n asked with a smile.

“Really? You want to adopt me?” Taehyung questioned with shock. He didn’t expect for her to ask this question. Out of all the questions he thought she would ask this was not one of them.

“Y-yes if it’s okay with you.” She stuttered with nervousness after hearing the questions he asked. Y/n knew she wanted to ask his permission first before even thinking about going through with the adoption. She wanted to give Taehyung a choice because this would change his life as well, not just hers. Before Y/n could think up any negative thoughts though they were cut of by hearing Taehyung’s answer.

“I would love that!” Taehyung exclaimed as he smiled widely at Y/n. Taehyung still couldn’t believe that this was happening. He would finally be able to leave the walls of this building, and with a person who seemed to actually be genuine and kind.

“I just want to warn you beforehand that it can be chaotic being around me. I-I-I just wanted to give you a choice.” Y/n said truthfully because she did want to give him a choice in her adopting him. But Y/n also wanted to warn Taehyung what he was getting into with entering her life.

“You giving me a choice that says something about who you are as a person.” Taehyung started with a smile as he looked at Y/n. He couldn’t help but see Y/n in a new light, because he knew anyone else would have just adopted him, not come and give him a choice on the matter. So with much emotion Taehyung leaned forward and gave Y/n a gentle hug.

“Thank you so much Y/n,” Taehyung said with sincerity. Having his arms around her Y/n froze, not having a hug in such a long time. But a smile crept upon her face realizing she didn’t feel panicked instead she felt content. So filled with such feelings Y/n slowly leaned into the hug and wrapped her arms around Taehyung.

“I hope you don’t get tired of me.” Y/n chuckled to Taehyung as they leaned out of the hug after a moment to look at each other.

“How could I? You’re giving me a chance at living a life outside of these walls.” He said and smiled at her again. Taehyung couldn’t remember a time he had smiled so much, but he couldn’t help but hope this would be the beginning of more smiles in his life.

“Come on let's tell them,” Y/n beamed at Taehyung. Standing up from the bed Y/n hesitantly held out her hand for Taehyung. Who looked at it still not being able to believe this was happening to him again. But this time he couldn’t help but think this was going to go well despite the past adoptions that he went through. So with much trust he hesitantly took her hand and let Y/n lead him out of the room.

“I would like to adopt Taehyung,” was the first thing Y/n beamed when she was met with the questioning looks of Leah and Xavier. Both had very different reactions but the same nonetheless. Xavier smiled at Y/n and the hybrid that was next to her. Xavier could tell the two would be perfect for each other after observing their interaction earlier and also seeing the two now. Leah though couldn’t help but exclaim with excitement for the two.

“Congratulations! I’m happy for you two! We can start the papers today and you can come pick Taehyung up in a few days!”

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