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7ndipity · 9 months

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You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities

Tae x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You try to break up with Tae because you're worried that you don’t deserve him, but he won't let you go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurities and self worth issues, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @sporadicarcadebanana for this request! I’m not entirely happy with how this one turned out tbh, but I didn't want to leave you waiting too long. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.💜

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You did your best to try and ignore your phone ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that hour, knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to focus on the show you were watching as a distraction, but you couldn’t help your eye being drawn to Tae’s name popping up on the screen over and over. The

tears had finally stopped, but the lingering sting was still there, both in your eyes and chest.

You knew it was a shitty move to tell him that you wanted to end things over text, but you were afraid that if you had tried to say everything you were thinking face to face, you would fold immediately, like you always did when it came to him.

It was almost strange how you could both love and hate the hold that he had over you, the way he had managed to climb over all your walls that you’d built up, rather than knocking them down, and reach out to you from the inside and make you feel so safe and undered.

But with those feelings also came deep rooted fears and insecurities. As you spent more time together, you couldn’t help noticing the differences between the two of you, especially physically. Although he never seemed to mind it (frankly it seemed to be quite the opposite, if the way he always seemed to have his hands on you in some way or other was any indication), you could never shake the growing sense of unease that his devotion would only go so far, that eventually he would realize that you weren’t enough and he would leave. So, you’d decided to skip the waiting game and beat him to the punch.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You shut your eyes at the sound of Tae’s voice, as if that would help block him out. “Y/n, please talk to me.”

“Go home, Tae.” You called through the door.

“No! We need to talk about this, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He said, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d been crying too. “Please, y/n, just talk to me.”

You let your forehead rest against the door as you took a deep breath. You knew he was right, he deserved a better explanation than this.

“What the hell is this?” He asked as you opened the door, holding his phone out for you to see the text displayed.

“I thought the message made it pretty clear. I think it would be for the best if we broke up.” You said, trying to sound unfazed, but the words had a hollow cadence to your ears.

“But why?” He demanded.

You sighed, looking anywhere but him. “It just won't work, our lives are too different. We’re too different.”

“What do you mean different?” He asked, finally taking a good look at you, noticing the puffiness around your eyes. “Have you been crying?” He reached out for you, immediately concerned. “Baby-”

“Don’t.” You pulled back, trying to ignore how your voice caught in your throat. “You deserve someone better, someone beautiful-”

“You’re beautiful.” He stated, staring at you, completely bewildered.

You scoffed, almost out of reflex.

“You are!” He said, the fire coming back to his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re not good enough or something? Because let me tell you right now, nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But, I-”

“No! I won’t let you talk badly about yourself. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will fight every day to show you that.”

Your eyes started to mist over with new tears as he spoke, wanting to believe him, but unableto shake your own fear.

Seeing you starting to crumble, he pulled you against him in a crushing embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me prove it to you, let me prove myself to you.” Tae said, pleading with his eyes. “If you still want to break up, I’ll hear you out, but don’t let it be because of this. Please.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

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sanjithesimp · 10 months

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♡ lost without you ft. kim taehyung ♡

a/n: tae’s new album is for all the hopeless romantics out there and i’m here for it.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. major ANGST (i’m sorry). pwp(porn with plot). unprotected sex. not proofread.

summary: PAINNNNNNNN (but yeah pretty much angst…and falling out of love). sorry guys idk why my brain is like this.

“i love you” your sweet boyfriend said, a smile drawn across his face.

“i love you too” you replied, but you didn’t really mean it. those feelings were gone a long time ago. you didn’t know when it started, but suddenly the butterflies weren’t there anymore. you no longer enjoyed spending time with him. you had certainly fell out of love. but you couldn’t find the words to say that to him. you couldn’t look him in straight in the eye and say “i don’t love you anymore”. maybe it was the history and the memories that were keeping you from telling him. or maybe that you longed for those times where you were happy, and full of love.

he held your hand and looked at you concerned “is everything ok, baby?” you removed your hand almost instanlty, regretting it immediately.

“oh, don’t worry babe, it’s just i’m a little tired” you said, placing your hand on his, and trying to brush off all those thoughts that were fogging your mind.

“yeah me too, we should definitely get out of here” taehyung said, after leaving the tip.

the trip back to your apartment was a quiet, sometimes you both sang together the song that was playing. it felt like before for a moment, memories filling your mind and making you feel like everything was all right. but the emptiness was still there.

once you were in your apartment, you decided it, you would say goodbye your own way.

“come here” you said opening your arms to embrace your boyfriend. you held him tight for a long time, there were no lights on. so it was just you two and the darkness embracing your bodies.

“i want you” you whispered in his ear, as you placed your hands on his belt.

“yeah, baby? how bad you want me?” taehyung said as he left a trail of kisses on your neck.

“so bad, i want you now…” you purred as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and then palming his hardness over his boxers. making him groan against your hot skin.

his hands unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor right next to his pants. his hands now on your waist, pulling you close to him. there was no sound other than your sloppy kisses on filling the room. the emptiness was gone again, you had almost forgotten about it for a moment.

his hands fell to your hips, motioning so you could wrap around his waist, he carried you to your room. and plopped you down on the soft bed, his eyes were glowing, so full of love, you had to turn away.

“look at me, please” he said, his hand cupping your cheek. you turned back, and looked back at him. again making you forget that this was the last time you would be together. you could almost know exactly what he was thinking, he didn’t have to say a word. he adored you, he loved every piece of you. he taught you how to love yourself, when you couldn’t love you.

you pulled him in for a kiss, you played with his golden locks. his soft lips against yours felt like heaven, his teeth grazing yours as he caged your in between his arms. the i love yous in between kisses made you shed a few tears, thankfully his eyes were closed. you didn’t want him to notice this was a goodbye.

one of his hands traveled to your cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit through the soft lace of your panties. “fuck, you’re so wet for me…” you moaned as his fingers played with your sensitive bud. you finished getting rid of your clothes. you were skin to skin, almost melted into one.

you pressed kisses on his honey skin, while he softly thrusted into you. your moans and his groans filled the room. while the dim lights of the streets made your skin glow in the darkness of your bedroom.

“fuck…yeah, like that” you whispered as he kept on pumping in and out of you, watching the white ring around his cock, whenever he slipped his cock out of you and slipped it back inside you. pressing kisses on your shoulder whenever he was fully in you.

suddenly you felt the coil on your belly tighten, “i-i’m so close, baby..”, he started increasing the pace, searching for your high as well as his. you looked at him, once more. pressing him into your memory, his soft hair, his kind eyes, his honey skin, his rosy lips.

this didn’t feel like the other times where you both were drunk and fucked for hours, this felt different. it wasn’t just sex, it was something more. it didn’t feel like the first time, you both where together. this made you wish you could love him again, the way he loved you or even more. made you wish that the emptiness and indifference you felt suddenly would disappear. you regretted not letting him know how much you loved him before all that love was drained out of you.

“you’re mine, and i’m yours” taehyung said, while you both cuddled, covered with the messy sheets. you nodded and cupped his face with both hands.

“i know” you said and kissed him. you kissed each one of his moles, the one on his left cheek, the one on his right eye and even the little one on the tip of his nose. you promised yourself you would engrave the memory the big smile he gifted you before he fell asleep.

you watching him sleep, make sure he wouldn’t see you part. not leaving a single trace of you for him to miss. it was heartbreaking but you would rather disappear without saying another word than watching him break and beg for you to stay. you simply couldn’t. but if you stayed for another minute you would convince yourself not to leave him.

#taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #tae smut #bts smut #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you

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yootaesowlwrites · 2 months

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Carry Me - Kim Taehyung

A/N: Happy birthday @taeandpuppies

W/C: 1.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Can you carry me to the bed?”

Warnings: Fluff, mention of a spider, cuteness.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

The sun was just starting to set, and the orange glow was slowly filling the room from the large window in the living room, the back door to the backyard was open allowing a cool breeze to fill the room and cool the room down, you and Taehyung were on the couch together with a film playing on the television screen, and you could hear Yeontan barking at something outside, you and Taehyung look at each other before standing from the couch, deciding you should inspect what the commotion was about.

“I hope it’s nothing serious or dangerous,” You say as you exit the house and push your glasses up as they feel like they are slipping off, Taehyung right behind you. You both pause as you see the tiny dog jumping next to a dried leaf that is stuck in the grass and barking at it.

“Well, it’s nothing dangerous,” Taehyung says. “I hope a leaf isn’t dangerous,” You chuckle and move closer to the Yeontan, you bend down and reach for the leaf, only for Yeontan to bark more and jump a little more. “What’s going on baby?” Your eyes suddenly catch something moving next to the leaf.

“OH MY GOSH!” You scream, your heart racing as you pull your hand away from the leaf and instead pick Yeontan up before taking big steps towards the house. “Oh, my fucking gosh, inside, now, inside, inside!” Taehyung could see the panic in your eyes as you practically jogged towards him before moving past him. “It’s not for the leaf, Tae!” Taehyung quickly spins around and follows you inside.

“What, what was it?” He asks as you both enter the house hastily, he shuts the door, even locking it. “Do we need to call for help?” You put Yeontan down on the floor before placing your hand on top of the countertop in the kitchen and moving your other hand to your chest. “Angel, talk to me, please, what is it?” His voice is thick with concern, you lift your head as you take in slow deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It was a giant spider, Tae…” You quietly say, you watch as the concern on his face turns into horror, his eyes widen and his lips part. “That’s what he was barking at…” He quickly rushes towards Yeontan, which causes him to run away from Taehyung, quickly believing it is now a game of catch.

“Tan, are you okay?!” He asks as he continues to follow Yeontan through the kitchen and into the living room, Yeontan happily moves and stays just out of Taehyung’s reach. “Tannie!” You slowly turn and watch as they move around the couch, with the ending credits to the movie now rolling.

“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You call out before making your way into the living room and grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from going after Yeontan. “As much as he loves the game right now, you’re not loving it,” He looks at the ground as Yeontan waits at the end of the couch for him to chase him some more. “He looks fine, it doesn’t look like he got bitten, besides, we would have noticed it if it did happen,” He lifts his head to look at you and slowly nods his head, realising by now you would have seen signs, you would have heard it also.

“You’re right…” He says and moves his hands to your waist, his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you against him, into a tight hug, your arms automatically wrap around him, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him. “How bad did it look?” He feels you shiver against him before he pulls back from the hug, keeping his arms around you loosely. “That horrifying?”

“It looked so scary,” You mumble as you release him from the hug, you sit down on the couch and slouch onto it, suddenly feeling exhausted after the events that just happened. “I feel so tired right now, those things can really suck the energy out of you when you see them!” Taehyung sits down next to you, nodding his head in agreement.

“I didn’t even see it, but I feel tired…” He mumbles, Yeontan approaches you both and presses his cold nose against Taehyung’s leg, causing him to jump and yelp. “OH MY!” You couldn’t help but laugh at it. “It’s not funny, I thought it was the spider…” You shake your head as Yeontan begins licking his leg.

“Well… you locked it outside, hopefully it won’t come inside,” You say and sit upright to glance towards the door that was shut and locked just to make sure. “Otherwise we just surrender the house to it and move somewhere else,” Taehyung nods his head as you lean back against the couch. “Can I ask a favour of you?” The couch shakes slightly as he turns himself to fully face you.

“Hmm?” He hums as he pats the spot between you and him, signalling for Yeontan to jump up and lay between you both. “Anything, what do you need, sugar water for the shock?” You shake your head, softly chuckling.

“No, no, no need for that…” You say before taking in a deep breath. Yeontan jumps onto the couch and quickly makes himself comfortable between you both. “Although, I’m gonna feel bad for asking this, but… can you carry me to the bed?” You lift your arms tiredly and look at him with a tired smile on your lips.

“That really took all of your energy…” He slowly says. You nod your head before lowering your hands and moving one hand to the top of Yeontan’s head to gently scratch him. “Let me go prepare the bed for us then, open it for us and get the television set up there, and then I’ll come and get you, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he gets up and makes his way towards the bedroom.

“Your dad is such a catch, honestly, Tannie…” You say as you gently pet the top of his head. “Really… but you, on the other hand, you’re going to give us both a heart attack, don’t go near those things…” He lowers his head and shuts his eyes. “They’re scary, how are you not scared…” You pet down his body before closing your eyes and taking in slow deep breaths, slowly feeling yourself falling asleep on the couch, your neck would surely be sore tomorrow morning with the position you were in. “Tae…?” You could feel yourself being moved before something soft hit your back, and you immediately knew you had reached the bed.

“Hmm, it’s just me, sleep, angel, I’m just going to fetch Tannie, and then we’ll join you,” He softly says, you hum tiredly, not opening your eyes at all, too tired to even try to open them. You were quickly drifting off when you felt the bed shake gently and a warm fluffy body laying down behind your legs near your thighs before you felt arms wrap around you. “Sleep well, angel,” He softly kisses your cheek and almost instantly you fall asleep.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4.4K

Taehyung stops by your apartment while you're home alone

Warnings: swearing, heavy drinking, heavy angst, unrequited love, violence

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

It’s officially your birthday, the alarm on your phone signalling the arrival of midnight comes like a sucker punch straight to the jaw. You’re sitting alone in your apartment, surrounded by presents and balloons and decorations that leave a sour taste on your tongue. Taking a page from Jungkook’s book you started drinking champagne from the bottle around an hour ago, the one you’re clutching to your chest while you sob being the second one – and it’s almost empty.

Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding, your heart aches at the mere thought of it all. The argument, how he exploded, how you exploded. All because of Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung – one of your closest friends, the idea of him being in love with you makes no sense, what’s worse is that you know how guilty he feels for it. The look in his chocolate brown eyes when the words left his mouth, the way his lips quivered and pouted.

You’re the reason he and Jungkook stopped talking, and guilt gnaws your insides at how you couldn’t just simply let it go. You had to push Taehyung, wanting answers, wanting to help. That’s your problem, you never know when to stop caring and in turn it’s always you who gets hurt the most.

Your fiancé must be feeling so betrayed right now, Taehyung is his nearest, dearest, oldest and best friend in the entire world. In a way you feel as though it’s all your fault, perhaps if you’d never met Jungkook he and his bestie would be as happy as ever. But instead, he’s roaming the streets of London completely alone with a bottle of champagne being his only company. At least you think that's where he is, honestly? You don't know. He left his phone at home so your guess is as good as anybody else's.

Maybe postponing the wedding is for the best, your plate is painfully full of steaming horse shit right now. What with the ongoing missing persons investigation involving your sister and nephew, work has been non-stop, you know for a fact Jungkook’s work has been hectic lately too. It’s not the fact he wants to postpone the wedding that’s hurt you, if he’d calmly come to you with his concerns and you two had a rational, sober conversation you would’ve probably agreed with him.

But he didn’t.

Truthfully all you want to do is make things right with him, apologise, kiss and make up. Now that you’ve been left alone to calm down you can see why he was so angry, and you hope that a similar realisation has dawned on him too. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Taehyung that his feelings aren’t reciprocated, you just simply couldn’t. You were in a total state of shock, and then to be bombarded by a surprise part you were promised wasn’t happening… It was all too much.

Your heart aches for Taehyung, it really does, you keep replaying your interactions with him over and over, trying to spot any hints or clues as to what he was feeling at the time. The man’s a natural flirt so it’s hard to say what was genuine and wasn’t. You groan, knocking back the rest of the champagne in hand. How do you feel about Tae? He’s handsome for sure, funny, sweet, caring and kind… But he’s your fiancé’s best friend. Or at least he was before you unintentionally stood in the way.

Some time passes before you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, winning you to sigh with equal parts relief and dread, scrambling to your feet – almost knocking over the table adorned with gifts and flowers in the process.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry-, I’m so fucking sorry…” Tears begin to prick your eyes as every emotion you’re feeling bubbles to the surface, the champagne you've drank making you dizzy, “I hate arguing with you I just want us to be okay again. If you want me to message Taehyung and talk this out with him I will, but I promise you I don’t—”

Your movements come to a sudden halt when you catch sight of the suited man stepping out the elevator, eyes growing big and round with shock when you struggle to muster the right words to say. Much to your genuine surprise and dare you say it a little disappointment, the man standing there is not Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

“Um…” You swallow, mouth opening but no words successfully coming out. Tae’s cheeks are puffy, his eyes tinted pink and his lips swollen. It’s obvious he’s being crying, still dressed in the forest green suit and cream shirt you’d seen him in a few hours prior. He’s wetting his lips with his tongue, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he looks to the ground.

“Jungkook’s not here?” He asks, tone low and riddled with insecurity, you know he feels small and uncertain but truthfully you don't know how to comfort him. You don't know if you should comfort him.

“No… We had a fight and he went for a walk…” You state matter-of-factly with a heartbroken sigh, messily wiping the tears from your face, “Listen Taehyung you should go—”

"I will, I will..." His large palms raise defensively, nodding in defeat, "But there's something I need to ask you first."

“Taehyung… Why are you here? Now’s not a great time.”

“I came here to apologise, figured the party would be over by now.” He murmurs, stepping into the apartment, “Y/N I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, shame and regret washing his usually sharp feline-like features, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you guys fight.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Your eyes well up again, the realisation crashing down on you so hard it earns you to scoff, “I shouldn’t have kept pushing for you to tell me what was wrong and—”

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N. This is my fault.” His chin visibly quivers, eyes darting round the room when he finds the gift he bought you slumped onto a table, “I-, I thought I was doing something nice by buying you such a sentimental gift… I realise now it was naïve of me to think that, honestly? I’m not sure what my intentions were. So I came here to ask for it back… I was expecting a right hook from Jungkook too if I’m being completely honest.”

You follow his gaze, turning to said gift with a solemn expression, “Oh… Well he’s not here, and I haven’t actually opened it yet, Jungkook and I… Well we argued about-, something else.” You refrain from giving him all the details.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but if you’re here when he gets home it’s just going to make things a million times worse… I’m sorry… But you need to go.” You sigh, closing your eyes, you hate seeing him so upset but you know he can’t be here when Kook gets home, he's already in a bad mood and Taehyung's presence will do nothing but heighten it.

“You haven’t opened it?” You can’t pinpoint the exact emotion blanketing the attorney’s features. Sadness? Disappointment? Relief? You’re not sure, he’s making his way over to you cautiously and you take a step back. “Y/N…” Taehyung exhales, pursing his lips awkwardly, “I’m-, I’m not gonna try anything you don’t need to be scared of me—”

“No I’m not scared of you.” You offer an apologetic smile, gently shaking your head, “Trust me that’s not it I just-, I’m still… Processing-, what you… I just think it would be best if you leave. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop apologising.” A puff of air rips from his nostrils when he brushes past you in a few long strides, collecting his gift, “I’m the one who ruined your birthday, I just came by to ask if I could take this. I’ll be going now…”

As much as you hate to admit it, curiosity envelops your senses and you find yourself gripping his elbow loosely, turning until his face is in arms-distance of yours, “Wait… What’s so bad about the gift? I thought you said it was sentimental? ...Actually-,” You release him from your hold, shakily running fingers through your hair, “Doesn’t matter… Sorr-, okay….”

“You really didn’t open it, did you?” Taehyung whispers, swallowing.

“No… Should I have?”

There’s a beat of tension, entirely silent. Taehyung’s expression is pinched, brows furrowed, he looks to be having an internal moral debate with himself for a few seconds before he opens his lips to speak again, “No. It’s a good thing you didn’t open it, like I said I’m not sure my motives behind it were exactly… Friendly.”

Nodding slowly you blink at him, registering how heartbrokenly devastated he looks. Usually he’s such a confident, albeit a little eccentric man – but everything about him screams self-loathing. Down to his deflated posture and glassy eyes. He’s such a great guy, so caring and considerate and not to mention effortlessly handsome. It’s not like he’ll struggle to find someone that will make him happy… That’s all you want for him.

Happiness.

“Tae…?” You peer up at him through damp eyelashes, breath catching in your throat.

His gaze is intense yet threatening to be hopeful, “Yeah?”

You blink at him again, inhaling, “I-, please don’t… You’re not going to do anything stupid, right? I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry that I can’t make it go away… But please, I’m worried about you Tae… please promise me you won’t-, that you won’t do something reckless…”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off with a tiny smile, dipping his down low enough to look you dead in the eye, “I won’t… You may not feel the same way about me, and that’s okay… But I care about you too much to cause you any more pain. You’re going through enough—”

“Stop that,” You sigh, growing frustrated, “Don’t put me on some kind of pedestal, I’m asking you not to do something reckless for you. Not because of me. For your family, friends, Jungkook would be deva—”

“I meant every single word I said tonight.” Taehyung’s fingers itch to reach out and touch you, comfort you, you can tell by the way his fist keeps balling and unbaling, unsure of what to do, “I never intended for this to happen and I wish I could stop my heart from bleeding every time I see you, but I can’t. So… This is gonna be the last time you’ll see me for a while, not forever but I need to stay away from you and Kook for a bit, for my own sanity if nothing else.”

“Taehyung…” Your eyes well up, drowning in his sorrow.

“I promise I’ll look after myself.” He gnaws his lower lip anxiously, “Take care of Jungkook for me...” You can hear how wobbly his tone is, how badly he’s hurting. “This isn’t forever, when everybody’s calmed down and things have blown over I’d still like to be best man at the wedding… Providing Jungkook wants that of course.” A pained smile tugs the corners of his lips.

You can’t catch the scoff that bubbles your throat in time, sniffling, “Right… The wedding.” The wedding that may not be going ahead anymore. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of the lump forming at the back of your throat, “I’m so sorry about how things have worked out between you two, you're his best friend... He'll come around.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, really it’s okay.” He nods, though you don’t know whether he’s trying to convince you or himself with that statement as he begins to walk back to the elevator, the gift firmly in his grip.

But then he stops, his broad shoulders noticeably tense and he peers back at you, frowning a little, “I’m sorry that I’m even asking you this…” He exhales, wetting his lips before nervously biting down on them, “You… You don’t-,” He dramatically sighs with puffed out cheeks, “Would it be fair to assume you feel nothing for me?”

You fight a surprised gasp, “I—”

“Doesn’t matter,” He dismisses you, shaking his head, “I already know the answer, it’s written all over your face…” He says, turning his body to face you while hugging the dry-cleaning bag he came for, “A part of me was naïve enough to think I’d feel relieved now you know, but I guess loving someone out loud is more painful than loving them silently. They look at you differently, their perception of you changes, and in turn the things you love most about them start to disappear…”

He’s sniffling, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t smiled at me once tonight, haven’t thrown your head back from laughing, haven’t rolled your eyes at me and shut down my compliments… Loving you from afar was lonely, but openly being in love with you knowing that you don’t feel the same way is much lonelier.”

“…I’m so-, Taehyung I am so sorry.” You whisper, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces for a million different reasons. Selfishly you don’t want to lose him, he’s too much of a good person to be going through something like this alone. But you know you have to prioritise your relationship right now, you have to, it’s already hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t be.” He manages to catch a sob in his throat before it’s wholly audible, “You and Jungkook are perfect together, it’s me who’s the problem here. I should’ve never told you both about my feelings, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have gone out of my way to buy you the wedding dress you wanted.” He scoffs, looking to the ceiling in disbelief at the exact moment your heart stops beating.

“You did… what?”

He groans, regret evident in his large-rounded eyes, “I mean… Shit!” Taehyung’s head flies back, eyes squeezed shut, “Just forget—”

His words fizzle into background noise, your heart beating so fast it can be heard through your ears. He tracked down the wedding dress you wanted, the one Yuri had shown him a picture of once in your office. Everybody knew how much that dress meant to you, but it was Taehyung who went out of his way to buy it? Shocked isn’t the word. Dumbfounded isn’t the word. Confused isn’t the word. There is no word to explain the conflicting emotions whirling round your mind, simultaneously filling and breaking your heart all in the same breath.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me…” Your voice is broken, barely audible.

For the first time in what feels like a long time you see Taehyung's real smile, his signature boxy grin brightening his tanned skin. He looks flustered, a little awkward and child-like, but it’s not long before his features drop with despair, “It was too much… I know it was, I-, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Taehyung…” You openly sob, covering your unsteady jaw with your hands, “Thank you so much… But I can’t accept that.”

“I know... Jungkook would kill me.” He almost laughs.

“No-,” You sigh, averting your eyes away from him, there’s still a good amount of distance between your bodies and you figure it best to keep it that way, thinking it’s a really good job you didn’t open that gift in front of your fiancé…

“I can’t accept it because-, well…” Do you tell him the truth? Should you tell him the truth? You want to tell him the truth, so you do, alcohol clouding your judgement, “Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding… I’m not even sure if there’s going to be a wedding anymore.” You crumble, clutching your pained chest with your hands as the realisation hits – Jungkook might not want to marry you anymore.

“What?” Tae’s mouth falls open in something akin to astonishment, but he doesn’t look happy or smug or anything like that. He looks… Exhausted, desperate and blanketed with empathy. “Y/N he’ll come around, sometimes he says shit out of anger that he doesn’t mean. He didn't mean that, I know he didn't.”

You visibly disagree, “He’s never said something he didn’t mean out of anger to me… Never. I-, I’m sorry you’re the last person I should be telling this to. Just-, you should go before he comes back. If he even comes back.” You sniffle, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Taehyung edges closer to you, until he’s close enough to pull you into his strong chest in a warm embrace, you welcome the comfort, pressing your forehead to his collarbone all while continuing to cry against him, “Sweetheart listen to me, okay?” He’s serious, voice calm and reassuring, his large palm soothingly rubbing the spans of your back, “Jungkook loves you more than anything in this world, nothing, not even his idiot best friend catching feelings for you can change that. He’s… Well you know how he is, he bottles shit up until he can’t take it anymore and it all explodes… It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have told you he wants to postpone the wedding... But listen to me when I say that man wants nothing less than to be your husband. Y/N… He’s-,” He sighs, hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you closer to him, “You’re everything to that guy. Everything.”

“But he—”

“I know… I know…” He coos, hushing your wails, “You’ll be okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. You both are.” He cradles you, dropping the dress to the ground to completely wrap his arms round your frame. You’re too emotional to make sense of what’s happening, but you’re almost certain you feel the sensation of his lips pressing a tiny kiss atop of your head.

You don’t know how long you stood holding onto Taehyung as though your life depended on it, you can’t remember him leaving or if any other words were exchanged after that. But as soon as he leaves, taking the dress with him, you find yourself drinking again, wanting to numb the pain, wanting Jungkook to come home, wanting to take Taehyung’s hurt away, wanting to fix this, wanting to fix everything.

The fact the attorney bought your dream wedding dress is at the forefront of your mind… Not even Jungkook himself had gone that above and beyond for your special day, which leaves the question: How long has he wanted to postpone the wedding for?

Your stomach hurts, anxious knots and pains like a vice grip on your internal organs. You love Jungkook more than anything, more than anyone… You can’t lose him, you just can’t. What’s worse is that you’re not angry with Taehyung for this, you have no reason to be, there really is nobody to blame for all of this.

It's all just one big, shitty, painful turn of events.

It's almost four AM and there’s still no sign of your fiancé… Or ex-fiancé… You’re not entirely sure anymore.

With a heavy heart and a dull headache you toss and turn beneath the sheets, the bed feels too big without Jungkook hogging most of it. The bedding is fresh too, meaning the familiar scent of his body wash or cologne hasn’t tainted it yet. You truly feel lost, like you’re not supposed to be here without him. Where the hell could he be? You groan, frustratedly pulling the hairs at your scalp. He’s never stormed off and left you to your own devices, the last time, the only other time you argued it was you who left.

Guilt, devastation, fear, dread, hopelessness. It’s all suffocating you right now, there’s no chance you’ll be able to sleep in this condition. Should you go and look for Jungkook? He’s left his phone here so calling him isn’t an option… Do you call Hoseok? Will he know where he is?

“Jungkook… Please just come home.” You whisper, shoving your face into your usually shared pillow. He has his own pillow of course, but when the two of you aren’t screaming at each other he prefers nuzzle his head onto yours, your noses touching. It’s been all of twenty four hours since you were last laid here like that, and you already miss it so much.

You miss him.

The sound of the emergency staircase doors opening wins you to jump, nobody ever uses the stairs to come up here, giving that you live on the very top floor. Why would Jungkook take the stairs…? You sit up in bed, covering your pyjama clad body with the fresh sheets, wide-eyed and heart racing.

“Kook…?” You call out, stare fixed to the closed bedroom door. “Kook is that you…?”

The unmistakable sound of banging, smashing and thunderous crashes flood your ears. Someone’s breaking in. You forget how to breathe, completely panicked and terrified for your life. There’s no lock on the bedroom door so you hurriedly rush over to the walk in closet and begin looking for a place to hide.

The noises get louder, heavy footsteps approaching. This isn’t Jungkook, you know he would never scare you like this. You fumble with his hanging suit jackets, slipping between the dark fabrics with a trembling body, silently cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you to call the police.

Could it be Jimin? No, he would’ve climbed into bed with you any day before trashing the apartment. Yoongi? No, Jimin would kill him. Yuri? No, what reason does she have to break in? Taehyung wouldn’t do this either… There’s nobody you can think of who’s capable of being this brazen. It has to be a very poorly timed random break-in.

You’re covering your mouth to stifle your heavy breaths, completely concealed behind one of your favourite suits of Jungkook’s – the black one with faint white pinstripes. The one he wore to cheer you up one day because he knew you liked it.

A loud thud makes you jump in place, you’re forcing yourself not to scream, not to move, not to make any noise. The presence in the room is overbearing, you know whoever is here is just at the other side of Jungkook’s suits, you can make out a pair of white sneakers on the ground. You’re crying quietly, petrified for your life, too afraid of what’s going to happen.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” The voice says, and you’d recognise that voice in a heartbeat. Every hair on your body stands to attention, every nerve in your being washing equal parts repulsed and outraged. You’re not scared anymore, when in reality you should be. Pushing Jungkook’s blazers to one side you stand to your full height, adrenaline coursing your veins.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You spit venomously, “Trying to scare me?!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Your sister’s smile is sinister, pure evil gracing her features that look even more identical to yours than usual. She's grown her hair, it's styled the exact same as yours, her makeup, her posture, her expressions, her clothes... It's like you're standing in a mirror.

“Where’s Charlie?!” You yell, pushing Ruth away from you with so much force that she stumbles back a good amount of distance. “Where the fuck is he?! What have you done with him?! I'm gonna call the police!”

"He's fine, you'll see him soon." She softens her tone, she even sounds just like you now.

Taehyung, Jungkook, the wedding, your birthday… It all gets pushed to the back of your brain when you lock eyes with your sister. It’s at that exact moment you hear a second pair of footsteps approaching, but before you have time to turn and focus on their owner you’re struck in the head with something heavy and everything snaps to black. The last thing you hear is the sound of Ruth’s voice, her words ominous and threatening.

“Wait outside a sec, I need to change into her clothes first if I'm gonna make this work.”

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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Quality anon time:

Addressing a few anons in my inbox:

Anon: “It's really sad that you're a jikooker but you use the same narrative of taekookers, saying that only jimin mentions jungkook. Why you didn't say that also jungkook mentions jimin sometimes?”

Me: Okay anon... Jungkook mentions Jimin sometimes. Happy now?

If you don’t know by now where I stand on all this you should just keep scrolling past my blog. I would say, “you obviously never read anything I’ve said” but in your same ask you say “long post to justify the fact that Jungkook never supported jimin in this solo era” so I know you read THIS particular “long post”. Go read some more of my past posts to see where I stand on your incorrect take of what I wrote. But you seem like the type of person who thrives on drama, searches it out, reads things that you don’t agree with, just so you can seethe and unload all of your negative petty judgemental energy on someone you don’t know. The internet and anonymous make that easy for you.

Anon: “Don't you dare to compare tae with jimin...Don't try to minimize Jimin's relationship with Jk only because you want to defend your precious Tae.”

Me: another ignorant person who hasn’t read anything I’ve ever said. ...instructing me to stop spreading a narrative that jikook and taekook are the same kind of relationship. [insert loud laughing rolling on the floor...ROFL] This person also states they are not a jikooker or Tae anti...and goes on to say “Taehyung started mentioning Jk's name all the time unprovoked only during this solo era, ...His purpose is clear even if you close your eyes.”

Which makes me want to elaborate: A few people are very angry with Tae and believe he has an “agenda.” I don’t have an explanation as to why he mentions Jungkook. Last time was because they were gaming with some of Tae’s other friends. We don’t know what Tae’s real motivation is. Maybe Tae really wishes JK would do a live with him? And they DID manage to do that Instagram live for a few minutes...

But to me, they just don’t have the same chemistry as Jimin and Jungkook. The insta live very much gave me this vibe:

I don’t know what else you want me to say that I’ve not said before. They are doing a pretty good job by themselves dispelling any thought that Tae and Jungkook’s chemistry (awkward?) is the same as Jimin and Jungkook (chemistry through the roof).

And Tae IS precious because he is one of the seven members. He’s not my bias, though...that’s for sure. But I will give his restaurant show they filmed in Mexico a chance when it airs.

Anon: JK was drinking heavily for two days in a row... His home looks like a bachelor pad. He seems down & depressed & even said he's not motivated to do anything. How is this not concerning & taken lightly? I'm worried about JK & JM seems worried too & I think that's why JM came live to tell him to stop, cause it is very concerning seeing JK like that.

Me: I do not consider 3 or 4 beers "heavy" drinking. But if you, personally, or if you are from a culture that doesn't normally consume alcohol, you may think that is a lot. Having a few beers everyday is very common where I'm from.

About JK staying at home for days and days: Jin once said: “resting is not putting meaning into time spent for self-improvement... those days when you’ve done absolutely nothing, that people might look at you and say, ‘You wasted your day away.’ That’s the kind of living that gives me rest.” Obviously Jungkookie agrees.

Jungkook didn’t seem sad to me. He was singing for us as usual on the first day and then on the second day went on about with getting his mukbang ready and his Netflix going. If you thought he seemed sad, you were projecting your own emotions on to him. Fun fact: There is a contestant in the show he was watching that he has met in person...the MMA champion guy who is older than most of the other contestants.

And yeah... in my opinion, THAT apartment is not his HOME. It looks like an alternate place to me, but you are entitled to your opinion too. That clothing rack... if you live there and that’s your home, why would you keep a rolling rack of empty hangers in front of the main bedroom door?

Why am I not concerned about Jungkook? because I'm not projecting imaginary emotional drama on him and I'm not an alarmist. There is no crisis. I employ critical thinking within the context of everything I know about Jungkook, Jimin and what they've shown us all these years. I am pretty tuned in to what their personalities are like. Neither of them have given me any reason to be concerned.

Jimin was laughing in his comments. “ㅋ” by itself in Korean slang means “LOL”. So ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ would be LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL... Jimin didn’t come into the live to tell Jungkook to stop. He came because he saw the Weverse notice that his Kookie-pookie was doing a live broadcast and spending time with Army again and Jimin was having to work. He was laughing because he knew his Kookie was going to do whatever the hell he wanted as in fuck a rule of no drinking during a live.

The severity of tunnel vision some of you have is incredible. Many of y’all need to lift your heads up from those fanfics, edited video clips and elaborately concocted narratives based on nothing and look around at real life for a little while... like make a friend or two or have a real life relationship involving real emotions and sex. It’ll make a big difference in how you view the world.

And since I have a habit of letting asks sit in my inbox to marinate with time (read: wait for Miss Karma to show up as usual) these Anons just look like a bunch of mouthy assholes now.

But I don’t want this post to just be a big downer... here are some Anons who are genuinely nice and have interesting thoughts and questions:

Anon: Not a question but a statement: “If only people would translate without agenda.”

Me: I KNOW RIGHT? Just like fake emotional drama anon above... people insert their own interpretations into translations. Then are quick to defend themselves stubbornly without being open minded to realize there are other ways to interpret what is being said. It’s important to look at several trusted non-biased translators. Native Koreans are who I trust. And yes, google translate can also clarify some things but you should not depend solely on that to understand what is being said.

Anon: “...was there any instances where Jungkook made sure people understood that his relationship with Jimin is different than his relationship with the other members?”

Me: Jungkook differentiates his relationship with Jimin from the others all the time, except it is usually not intentional. It is a subconscious natural reaction. Watch him and you will see it. I think that people who cannot see it just are not tuned in to such things or refuse to believe that Jimin means a lot to Jungkook.

Depending on what your relationship is with someone, you will subconsciously seek out physical contact with them. You will want to be closer to them, whether sitting or standing. Even within your closest circle, if you have one you are even closer to, you will tend to act differently with them than you do with the other friends...even during work...

Anon: “Why should anyone, now or later be concerned with Jungkook stopping his work? ...Fans are so dramatic.”

Good question, Anon...you certainly won’t find much concern from me until he gives me reason to be concerned and so far, I’m not concerned. And yes, fans are so dramatic in every sense. Jungkook already told us last year he had nothing going on. So why is it a surprise to some to see Jungkook emerging from being a hermit when he already told us he had nothing going on? He said he was going to get back into shape by getting back to eating right and look at him working out!

Anon: “...why Jungkook is not denouncing tkk?...why not stop some of the other rumors ?”

Maybe you should ask Jungkook yourself because he’s not answering my texts.

#another long post sorry asshole anon to make you have to read so much #jimin and jungkook are fine #jikook #jimin #jungkook #dammit JK! answer my texts!#quality anon time

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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 8

A/N: This one’s a shortie

Yoongi looked up from his book and Daisy resting her head on his belly when Hobi put a wrapped box in front of him.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asked.

“It’s a gift. Open it,” Hobi said. Yoongi tore off the paper and revealed a box with a picture of a phone like Hobi’s on it.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asked.

“It’s a phone. So now you can talk to or text me or Tae. I got Jin’s number, too. In case you two wanted to vent over being pregnant to each other,” Hobi told him. Yoongi took it out of the box and looked at it.

“Jin has one of these?” he asked.

“Yup. Namjoon got him one right after he...got him out,” Hobi said.

“You talked to Namjoon?” Yoongi was surprised.

“A bit. I wanted to apologize for being a bit unfriendly when I thought he was a bad Alpha,” Hobi replied.

“His mate was sick. I think Jin said cancer. Namjoon went there because they actually wanted a pup. Jin was still pregnant when Namjoon’s mate died. I only know what Jin told me, but Namjoon spent a lot of money just to spend time with him. He probably could’ve adopted a pup with the amount he probably spent. I don’t even know what he does for a living,” Yoongi said.

“He told me that he used his mate’s life insurance money to get Jin out. He said his mate told him to take care of the Omega who had their pup however he could. The whole thing is awful. I can’t imagine losing my mate, then having to raise the pup alone knowing her dad was in some Breeder farm,” Hobi said. He sat next to Yoongi on the couch and Daisy growled. “Hush you.”

“She guards the pup when I’m on the couch. It kind of cute,” Yoongi scratched her head.

“Until she growls at her daddy,” Hobi looked at the dog. She looked back at him, clearly uninterested. “Go ahead. Try it.”

Yoongi’s finger hovered over Jin’s name.

“You hit that button,” Hobi said.

“I know, I just…” he began.

“What?” Hobi looked concerned.

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with him, I do. I’m just not sure that I’m ready for where the conversation might go,” Yoongi said.

“The farm?” Hobi said.

“Yeah. I’ve told you some of it, but you weren’t there. You didn’t go through it like we did. There’s a lot we could talk about that you don’t know,” Yoongi told him.

“You can’t put a rule of no talking about the farm until you’re ready?” Hobi suggested.

“I wish it were that simple,” Yoongi sighed. “That’s what we shared, though. Even more than being pregnant.”

“Well, at least you can get Tae or me when you need to. Maybe Jin will come along later,” Hobi said.

“I’m sure he will,” Yoongi agreed.

“How’s pup today?” Hobi changed the subject.

“Quiet. I think it likes Daisy as a warmer,” Yoongi replied. “And Daisy likes it as a pillow.”

“Then they’re both happy,” Hobi said. “I thought we could also discuss nursery design. You’re at 6 months. I think that’s reasonable to get a nursery ready, don’t you?”

“Where is the nursery going?” Yoongi asked.

“That office next to the guest bedroom never gets used. We can clear that out and redecorate,” Hobi told him.

“Sounds like you already have an idea,” Yoongi said.

“Well I know we aren’t finding out what it is, but I don’t like the idea of yellow,” Hobi began.

“Why yellow?” Yoongi asked.

“Apparently that’s the gender neutral color. I thought we could do better than that,” Hobi said.

“Been doing some research?” Yoongi grinned.

“Maybe. I also saw some cribs you might like and a chair that looks like it’ll be really comfortable for you,” Hobi was getting more enthusiastic by the minute.

“I have no idea what kind of crib I might like,” Yoongi said.

“I took a guess,” Hobi replied.

“Did you have a color in mind?” Yoongi asked.

“I was thinking purple. It’s the color of royalty and this pup will definitely be a little prince or princess,” Hobi put his hand on Yoongi’s belly and got the sideeye from Daisy. “But not a pastel. Our pup is too tough for a pastel.”

Yoongi laughed, then started to cry.

“What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?” Hobi pushed Daisy off the couch and held Yoongi to his chest.

“No, these are happy tears. I never thought I’d have an Alpha who would be thinking about paint colors and cribs for a pup that isn’t his,” Yoongi replied.

“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you until we’re both dead, this is my pup. You’re my mate and I brought you both into the house that night. I’ll love it and care for it just as much as I would one of my own,” he scented Yoongi. “Which, by the way, if this is the only pup we ever have, I’m happy. Don’t feel like you need to do this again unless you want to. Okay?”

“Okay,” Yoongi sniffed. The thought of never having to be pregnant again tugged at something in Yoongi. He wasn’t a Breeder anymore. He had a mate. His mate was willing to pass on having pups that were his because it would be easier on Yoongi’s body and psyche. Whatever angel had been watching him was potent because they’d given him gifts beyond even his wildest dreams.

“I really don’t know what to say,” Yoongi wiped his eyes.

“Say I’m right about the purple,” Hobi teased. He got up to go get his laptop. “Let me show you the cribs I thought you’d like.” He was up the stairs before Yoongi could answer.

“You’re one lucky pup,” he rubbed his belly. “We both are.”

#minors dni #bts sope #bts fanfic #omegaverse #mpreg

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readyplayerhobi · 2 years

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Knife’s Edge | 09

; Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

; Genre: Angst

; Warnings: Slight panic attack, vomiting

; Word Count: 2.8k

; Synopsis: The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

; A/N: I know some of you don’t like the MC (with good reason), so this might be divisive chapter for some lol but lord, I made myself so sad writing this :( please leave me feedback in the form of comments or asks, I love to hear what you’re thinking!

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“Tae!” You call out, speeding up until you’re almost running after the tall man. He doesn’t want to talk to you though, his long legs stretching until he may as well just break into a job. It hurts your heart to know that he’s so unwilling to even look at you, but you’re not surprised.

He’s Jungkook’s other best friend and his right-hand man. The two of you have always been friendly, but his loyalty has only been to Jungkook.

The knowledge that he’s not happy with you means that Jungkook has probably told him everything. Humiliation swirls within you, making your fingers tingle with an odd numbness. It’s one thing for the rest of the Clan to know that there’s something wrong between Jungkook and you, but it’s another to know that Jungkook’s other best friend knows how much you’d hurt him.

“Taehyung! Please! Please stop, please.” Begging, you finally manage to reach out and grab his arm, pulling him to a stop. You lose your grip almost immediately when he yanks his arm away, spinning around so fast that you almost run into him. His jaw is sharper than ever and more defined as he clenches his teeth together, brows drawn whilst you almost feel like he could set you on fire with the raw anger in his eyes.

“What? What do you want?” Taehyung hisses, taking a step back and glaring with such hatred. Instinctively, you hunch in on yourself in a futile effort to protect yourself from his verbal barbs. It doesn’t do much and stutter, fully aware that you’re currently facing a man who has probably killed many people and is very angry with you right now. And unlike Jungkook, Taehyung has never seemed too bothered about the dirty work he does.

“I-I’m…I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t been able to talk to Jungkook, I found my phone again and I’ve texted and called but he hasn’t responded and I just want to find out if he’s okay and see if he’ll talk to-”

“Talk to you? The woman he loved completely and had done for most of his life? The woman who fucking cheated on him with the heir to our fucking rival Clan? Why would the fuck would he want to talk to you? I don’t even wanna fucking talk to you.” The words are spat like bullets at you, each one finding its mark in your heart and you struggle to maintain your bravado.

It’s been three months now since you’d last seen Jungkook. Three months since you’d heard his voice, and he’s been more than radio silent this whole time. It’s like he’s vanished off the face of the Earth as far as you’re concerned, and of course, no one will even mention his name in your presence.

Your texts have gone unread, though they have gone through so you know he’s at least receiving them and knows you’re trying to contact him. Any calls you make go unanswered and you don’t even want to know how many voicemails you’ve left him. All of it ignored, leaving you feeling like you were facing a wall of ice.

The only communication you’ve had from anyone has been from your classmates at college, your professors and Jimin. You know that you shouldn’t be talking to him, but given the absence of your best friend and any other friends…he was your only friend left.

Which said a lot about how pathetic your situation was right now, that the only person you could talk to was the man you had been having an affair with. Yet he was also the only person who wasn’t judging you and was even encouraging you to try and patch things up with Jungkook.

Park Jimin was way too sweet for his good.

“Taehyung, please! I need to talk to him, please. I need…to apologise, and just…god, I need to know he’s okay.” You wished that you could stop stuttering, but you’re so afraid that Taehyung might say something to you that you’ll never recover from.

He’s always had a little bit of a vindictive side to him, which made him such a perfect person for his role. The things that Jungkook shied away from, or found disdainful, Taehyung often had no qualms about doing them. Which meant that you fully expected him to say or do something to hurt you.

Would Jungkook even care if Taehyung physically hurt you? Or would he turn a blind eye, considering it even from the emotional pain you’d caused him?

“He’s in Chicago, doing business. Unlike you, he follows through with his commitments. You might find out about just how thorough he is when he makes a vow pretty soon.” There’s an odd look on his face then, the corner of his lips quirking into a smirk that makes him look simultaneously handsome and terrifying.

You suddenly want to leave, want to walk away before you can hear what he has to say. And he’s going to say it, and take great pleasure in it. Cold dread spreads through your body, creeping along your veins and wrapping around your lungs until you find it hard to breathe.

Quickly, you turn and start to walk away. It’s petty and childish, but part of you thinks that if you just leave then whatever your mind has thought up in response to Taehyung’s words will just disappear. It won’t exist; out of sight, out of mind.

But Taehyung isn’t going to let you get away that easily, not after what you’d done to his best friend.

“It’s not been announced yet, sure it will be soon. Turns out that agreeing to marry the only daughter of your rival is the perfect way to cement an alliance between two Clans. I’d say you’d get an invitation but we both know Jungkook isn’t mean enough to do that. Myself on the other hand…maybe I’ll see if I can find a way to sneak you in, let you watch another woman get what you could’ve had. It’s what you deserve.”

He’s lying. He has to be lying. He has to, he’s just saying it to hurt you. It’s what he does, he finds weaknesses in people and he exploits them to make them hurt. Jungkook is your weakness, he knows what to do.

Yet you have no reason to disbelieve him as well. Jungkook has ignored you, repeatedly. Everyone in the Clan is aware, it would stand to reason that other Clans were also aware that the heir was now a free and single man. Marriage was a good way to encourage good alliances, it was a little old school but it was still done.

Nausea rolls in your stomach as you imagine it. Jungkook standing at the end of the aisle, hair parted perfectly and showcasing his forehead. You’d always told him that was when he looked the most dashing, the most likely to make women double take. Would he wear a tuxedo or a suit? He hadn’t made a decision the last time you’d spoken about your wedding.

What colour would they choose for the scheme? What kind of dress would she wear? Would she take his name, or keep her own to keep a connection to her Clan?

Thoughts like this keep running through your head, smashing up against each other in complete chaos. It’s like your mind has short-circuited and all you can think about is Jungkook marrying someone else, smiling at another woman the way he’d only ever done for you, wrapping her tightly in his arms and hugging her until she felt like nothing in the world could ever hurt her, cuddling with her in bed until they both fell asleep…making love to her until they were breathless.

You don’t even recognise that you’ve left Taehyung behind, don’t even realise that you’re walking blindly with tears streaming down your face as what remained of your world crashed and burned. Your body didn’t feel like it was your own, an odd numbing feeling taking over that made everything feel like nothing and too much all at once.

How long would it be before they had a baby? Before he got to watch her stomach swell and round softly with their baby growing inside her? Would he be happy about it? Would he cry at the ultrasound? He was always a sentimental person, despite what he did. It would be expected of them to have an heir as soon as possible.

Would he settle for one kid? Jungkook had always wanted at least two, he’d hated being an only child growing up. He wanted his children to always have a friend if they wanted that of course.

Would he fall in love with her? Would she fall in love with him? Of course, she would, everyone fell in love with Jungkook. He was so easy to love, with his soft smiles and easy-going nature when he wasn’t in his work mode.

Will she learn what he loves most? How he likes to sleep flat on his stomach and always sits on his crossed feet? How he cries at romance films and hasn’t found a film he’s afraid of yet. That he actually likes waiting a week for episodes and thinks it helps increase the anticipation.

Will she love him when he’s tired and stressed from his work? When he’s overwhelmed by the expectations on him and wants to give it all up? Will she hug him tight and kiss his forehead the way he likes, wrap him up in her arms and legs and let him be the little spoon to take away his worries and concerns.

Would she love him and all his quirks, keep hold of him tight and tell him everything will be alright, even when things get tough? Would she love him more than you had? Love him so much that she couldn’t even think about hurting him as you had?

You don’t deserve to be so hurt over this, to feel like your heart is not only breaking but has disintegrated and is spreading that pain throughout your veins. Jungkook had been the unwitting victim in this whole thing, and he had never done anything to you to deserve what you’d done to him. You had no right to be upset that he was moving on, even if it was just for the Clan.

Yet you hurt, you were upset, you were in pain.

You couldn’t breathe properly, your lungs constricting and making each breath feel like agony and your stomach roiled violently. Could you die from heartbreak? Was it possible? Or was it just that your own body was going to suffocate you whilst you cried, deeming it the best death a cheater could have.

A tickle in your throat caused it to tighten, the sensation familiar and you felt a strong sense of panic crack through your breakdown. You were going to vomit, but you couldn’t breathe. What if you accidentally inhaled the vomit and the bile got into your lungs? What if you did die here, a really stupid and pathetic death that everyone would probably laugh at.

Running over to a bin, it’s only then that you realise you’d wandered into a park, and vomit into it. There’s a noise of disgust from someone nearby, but you ignore it as you try to desperately regulate your breathing. You’ve been crying so hard that your diaphragm keeps jumping, making your breath come short and fast in an almost hiccuping motion and you’re just thankful that it seems to stop when you throw up.

It’s minutes later that you finally feel your stomach calm down, though that could be because you have nothing left to throw up and have simply been retching. Leaving the bin behind, and grimacing at how you know it’s going to end up smelling, you walk along the path whilst holding your belly tenderly.

Sitting down on the first available bench, you simply stare blankly ahead as the panic and meltdown from earlier slowly subside and you can finally think. Though you don’t want to, the thoughts are too painful and cruel.

Taking out your phone, you swallow in a futile attempt to get rid of the taste of sickness in your mouth before opening up your chat with Jungkook. Scrolling past all of the messages you’d sent that he hadn’t read, you find the last time he’d responded. It had been before everything had happened, and your stomach cramps when you see his texts. Not in an ‘I’m-gonna-be-sick’ way, but in a painful longing way.

He was so oblivious and happy, sending you stupid pictures and memes. You missed him so much. You’d texted him repeatedly and told him that even if he didn’t want to be with you anymore, you hoped he’d still be open to being friends.

But now, you weren’t sure that was true. Could you be friends with him, and watch him marry and fall in love with someone else?

There was nothing for you anymore now, you knew that. No one in the Clan would ever touch you now, you were tainted. No one would want the leftovers of the heir, and especially not when there’s a reason he left you. It was how the Clan worked, no one would ever dare try anything with the ex of Jeon Jungkook.

You’d given in to your selfish desires and you would now reap the rewards for the rest of your life.

No one would marry you, no one would tell you that they loved you, no one would hug you tight or cuddle you at night. No one would ever make love to you again, no one would excitedly make plans for a family with you. You would never know what it was like to feel a child growing inside you, to have a family and grow old happily.

Tears fall down your cheeks once more, these slow and filled with the sorrow of a lost future unlike the earlier waterfall of pained tears.

You’d had everything, and you’d fucked it all up. All you would ever have from now were your regrets and memories.

Lowering your head, you resolve to accept this. This had all happened because of you, so you had no right to be angry or hurt. Nothing you said or did would change the past, nor would it change the future now.

One last text, you’ll send him one last text and then you’ll delete his number. He’ll never have to worry about you again, you won’t try to interfere with his life. Give him the space and freedom he needs without you holding him down.

[You]: Taehyung told me you’re getting married, to the heir of the Chicago Clan. Congratulations, I hope you both live a happy and full life. This is the last time I’m going to text you, I swear. I know you haven’t even read my other texts but…this will be the last. I promise. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t go back in time, but if I could then I’d do things differently, I swear. 😔 But I’ve realised now that I’m being selfish, that me being in your life will just hurt you. I also realised that I lied again, I can’t be your friend and just your friend. Not anymore, I love you too much. I’ll always love you, I know you might not think that’s true anymore but it is. I’ve loved you since being a kid, and I’ll love you until I die.

I hate that it took me destroying my life to realise that. You deserve to be happy, and I hope she’ll make you happy. I hope she’ll make you happier than I did, that she’ll never hurt you. I want you to know that you always made me happy, that I was just stupid and immature and so many other words I can’t even begin to describe. I just want you to know that I regret what I did more than anything else and that I love you. I love you so much, Jeon Jungkook, and that’s why this is my last text. I’ve brought you unhappiness, and I don’t want to remind you of that anymore, so I’ll delete your number after this. I don’t have the right to ask this, but please be happy and please be loved. You deserve to be loved and to have the future and family you’d always talked about and I’ll always support you. Bye Kookie, I love you. ❤️

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Sorry to add my two cents, but this is to go along with your response to some of these anons about stop looking at the details and look at big picture first.

Get to know the individuals before you decide they’re a couple. There’s a lot of content and it’s impossible to really consume it all, and I know a lot of times when people ship, they watch content *for their ship*. My advice is to take the shipping glasses off for a bit. Watch group content: behinds, memories, lives mostly, where they’re a little more free with their actions. Pick a member and just *watch that member*. See how they interact with people, how they express themselves. Don’t just watch ship compilations because sometimes they make big things out of their usual behaviors.

Both Tae and ji kookers love to point out when JK touches the others ass. You watch content, and JK is a known “slapping all my hyungs in the ass” love language expert. Jimin flirts, so much, with most of them. His love language is touch and he shows this often by flinging himself bodily on whoever is closest when he laughs. He respects people’s space but will be draped over those that accept it, usually Tae and JK. And his main form of comforting those two (and some of the others) is that neck touch. (I couldn’t find one of my favorite vmin moments but the live anon linked reminded me of it, where Tae tries to say something but the others are all talking and he eventually goes quiet. Jimin turns to him and touches him gently and says something like “go on, I’m listening.” Jimin is that sort of friend and it warmed my soul because he’s so so caring and considerate.) (Actually, if you watch vmin and jikook there are a lot of similarities.) Tae and Yoongi both have a tendency to quietly see a need and fulfill it without saying anything (passing a water bottle, staying by Joon’s side that one muster, etc).

This is getting long but the point is you can’t really point out what’s special about a relationship if you don’t have some sense of how they relate in the first place. The members all have such beautiful friendships and relationships and you’re really missing out if you only are looking at it through the perspective of a ship and mining for evidence devoid of both the context of the moment and the person as a whole.

Sorry to rant. I have a lot of feelings, clearly. I just find if you’re really getting so concerned about another ship 1) evaluate why it means this much to you and why you’re stressed about it, maybe take a step back and 2) watch more content with more members and appreciate the bonds. There was a time I let aggressive jkkers get to me to a point it was difficult to appreciate their actual bond because I knew what jkkers would see it as, but I took a step back, realized their opinions don’t actually matter and it’s not that important to let it get to me, and watched more source jikook content. They have such a lovely friendship if you can appreciate it without looking at it as a “rival” relationship and separate it from their shippers. No one’s really threatened by vmin because they’re able to do this. Approach jikook the same way.

Lost the plot a little at the end, thank you for reading! Remember guys, if you’re not enjoying yourself and it’s stressing you out, take a step back and take a break. Remember why things made you happy in the first place.

Hi anon!

I love this ask, because that is exactly how it is. It’s exactly why I can be sure of no existing romantic relationship between Jk and Jimin and it’s also why I feel Tae and Jk are real. One of my biggest pet peeves is that some see Jk and Jimin and Tae in such a different light than I do, and I have often felt that some shippers base the characters of all three on their supposed relationship, rather than the other way around. Like.. Jkkrs often see Jk as this dominant, petty, rulebreaking person, while I see so much softness in him. They see Jimin as this submissive, fearful, person who needs Jk to protect him, when Jimin is so strong himself. They see Tae as an attention seeking, not-caring person, when Tae always cares about everyone. No wonder that people get confused about members relationships (platonic or romantic), they don’t even understand the individuals.

#taekook #members #great ask #ship analysis

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radiobelle23 · 2 years

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KinnPorsche Series fanfics that are just teasing me - incomplete fic rec list

I'm so happy that my last list of completed fics got so much love and I hope you enjoyed the reads as much as I did. Also thank you to the authors that found my list, I AM NOT WORTHY!

I wanted to make this list of current ongoing/incomplete fics because even though they're not complete, they still deserve attention and encouragement. To the authors on this list that haven't updated in a while, I hope you're doing well and please come back soon, I miss you.

WARNING: If you didn't see my last list, I do wanna advise that I read some pretty smutty stuff. This list isn't exactly pertaining to Kinn & Porsche, has a good mix of the main couples and a little M/M/M with Tae. As always, please leave encouraging comments and kudos to the authors.

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i'm the violence in the pouring rain by theleftboobgrabber

Summary: Porsche's onlyfans is his only recourse. Kinn is so fucking lonely.

Kinn is so so close, timing his movements with the other man, pretending- Spyder918 stops, jarring and breathless, and says, staring smug as can be into the camera, into Kinn's eyes, “Happy ending goes to the highest tipper.” And Kinn sees red and then doesn’t see anything at all, because the camera is smoked and the video disconnects, the live over just like that.

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 6/22/22

the unstruck match by mslunita

Summary: “You’re just here for one night?”

“Only one.” Kinn gulps his drink and sets the glass down on the table. “Porsche, is it?”

“Yup.” Porsche mirrors Kinn and finishes his drink too. “And you?”

“Kinn.”

“Kinn.” Porsche cocks his head to the side and widens the smile that hasn't left his face since he sat down. “Nice to meet you. It’s a shame you’ll only be here for one night.” He flits his eyes downward and then back up to Kinn’s increasingly doe-eyed stare. “There’s a lot to do on Koh Tao.”

AU - Kinn has business on Koh Tao and meets Porsche, a bar owner who offers to show him another side of the island. Little does he know it will change his life in more ways than one.

Chapters: 10/11 Last Update: 7/4/22

Confusing Emotions by tessalane

Summary: Porsche hates Kinn. Hates him, hates him, hates him.

He does. Really.

Or maybe he doesn't. Doesn't hate him at all.

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 9/2/22

As lovers by summer_melody

Summary: He focused and paid attention to the details of the mission. He wanted to show everyone what he was capable of and especially to rub it in Kinn’s face. For the moment he paid attention to Arm’s instructions.

“Big and Ken will guard the doors while Pete and I will be inside. Porsche is going to be there as Khun Kinn's boyfriend,” Arm said.

Porsche’s head snapped up. “Come again?”

Chapters: 5/? Last Update: 9/17/22

be the best you ever tasted by Martynax

Summary: “What’s your name, darling?” he questions.

“Jom,” Porsche replies after a moment, it makes a snort pass through Kinn’s lips.

“You don’t look like a Jom. Forgive me for repeating myself but you’re a shit liar,” he says once more. He still looks amused, like Porsche is telling jokes. Porsche presses his lips together stubbornly, which makes a small smirk appear on Kinn’s lips; he looks delighted for some reason. “Tell you what, darling, you tell me your name and I will end the session now. How about it?”

or an AU where Porsche's life is shit so he shakes his perky little bum for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show

Chapters: 7/10 Last Update: 10/19/22

Beauty in the Breakdown by Perzikje

Summary: Post canon. Everything happened as it did in the series, but it's a/b/o universe.

Chay is in the worst heat of his life, and there are concerns he's not going to make it through in one piece. Kim gets called in to help by Kinn and Porsche, who have no idea of the connection between their younger brothers. Kim reluctantly agrees, thinking he will be able to control himself.

Chapters: 4/? Last Update: 9/11/22

big reputation, big reputation (you and me would be a big conversation) by thenthefateswillknowyou

Summary: “The expectations placed upon me have changed, and become greater. I have to choose the people in my life very carefully. My father impressed upon me the importance of choosing the right partner, and while you are omegan, you are not….” He trailed off, but Porsche easily picked up the strand.

“The right type of omega, right?” Kinn’s eyes flashed again, and then shut down once more, and Porsche couldn’t tell if it was because of what he said or because he dared to interrupt the alpha.

Omega Porsche gets unceremoniously dumped by the alpha he thought was his soulmate; and that should have been the end of the story, not the beginning.

Chapters: 4/7 Last Update: 9/14

Blood of the Phoenix by FREY (Erika_Bee)

Summary: A knife digs into his heart. Familiar hands are holding the handle. Hands he held a hundred times. Kinn’s hands.

“Your love … who would want such a cheap thing?”

Porsche is 23 years old when he dies. Friendless, alone, unloved, and without even a family to bury or mourn him. His whole life has been wasted away by serving the very man that sealed his fate. The man he loved more than anything in this world. But sometimes, death is not as final as one may think, at least, not for him.

Porsche wakes up in a hospital bed in a life where nothing has been lost. Where he still has a place to call home and a family to come back to. The only hiccup—he’s Kinn’s ex. And Kinn doesn’t let go easily of his toys.

Or; Porsche transmigrates into the body of a douchey version of himself and learns that love outlives even death itself.

Transmigration AU

Chapters: 5/? Last Update: 10/11/22

Blooming Oleander by wicca

Summary: One does not become the only omega among the heirs of the Thai underworld without knowing how to take what he wants.

Chapters: 11/18 Last Update: 8/7/22

Blue Blood by ahdriking

Summary: In the dark, low places of the underworld is a club called Sang Bleu, a place where the depraved and the debauched can enjoy themselves with reckless abandon, and enjoy the brutal fights that take place in the infamous pit. Kinn finds himself amongst them, invited by the owner to celebrate a newly formed alliance. He doesn't expect to be entertained by the mindless violence and spectacle, until the next match is announced; a fight to the death, in his honor.

And then he appears; the Phoenix, a man with golden skin and dark eyes and a saunter in his step that makes Kinn's blood hot. He doesn't stand a chance, not against an opponent twice his size, but the arrogant jut of his chin says he believes otherwise.

For the first time in a long time, Kinn feels intrigued.

Against his better judgement, he places a bet.

Chapters: 11/20 Last Update: 10/13/22

dancing with our hands tied by MajorinMonster

Summary: It’s not late enough that the road is abandoned. There are people around, but they’re further out, outlines and vague shouts that Chay glances towards cautiously as he tugs the gauzy top he’s wearing higher up his neck.

He feels exposed. He is exposed, really; when he’d gotten changed to come out he hadn’t so much been thinking about the journey home as he had been consumed by the idea of getting out of his head. AKA the post canon fic in which Chay decides he wants to go out and get drunk and instead gets himself into a whole heap of trouble. The events which follow will break and mend hearts, forge new alliances and, perhaps most importantly, earn Chay the reputation he deserves.

Chapters: 20/38 Last Update: 10/23/22

on the rocks by DasWarSchonKaputt

Summary: Tay finds the bar because he’s pissed, heart-broken, and sick of people recognising him when he’s trying to forget who he is.

Or: A pre-canon AU where Tay goes drinking at Yok's bar, and meets Porsche far before Kinn ever does.

Chapters: 2/7 Last Update: 10/9/22

Desperate Measures by CorvusCloudburst (Cloudburst_Ink)

Summary: Chay is over Kim.

He is.

He's been working out, making new friends, and trying new things. New things being pretty new boys to hook up with, but he has to start somewhere. He's moving on with his life.

But Kim, it turns out, is moving in.

Chapters: 7/12 Last Update: 10/19/22

fake love and hennessy by yeetlegay

Summary:

“As I said, Porsche,” Kinn begins. “I don’t like loose ends. So here’s what I propose: I’ll pay you for your company for the next week until my flight on Friday. Once I’m out of the country and beyond the reach of my enemies here, you’ll be free to go home. How does that sound?” Porsche feels like he’s hallucinating. “My company?” Kinn’s eyes roam over him freely. “Or however else you’d like to put it.”

AKA the Pretty Woman AU

Chapters: 9/17 Last Update: 8/31/22

Fate in our Hands by RinKitsune

Summary: “Help me!” Porsche stood up straighter. That was an Alpha’s voice, he was using Alpha voice on Porsche. With him being on suppressants it shouldn’t be possible for an Alpha’s voice to affect him at all.

“Stay out of this.” The thug with the knife pointing at him. This guy was an alpha, and he felt nothing towards that command. Porsche looked back and forth from both Alpha’s, it’s got to be the suppressants then. He looked back to the well-dressed Alpha with a smirk.

"50,000"

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 8/7/22

for you (i'd burn the world to the ground) by cuteandtwisted

Summary: "It’s so weird how intense Porsche gets when Khun Kinn is in danger. I mean he’d die for him in a heartbeat!” “We all would, dumbass. It’s our job, remember?” “Not to Porsche though. I don't think it's just a job for Porsche."

Porsche is Kinn's most vicious bodyguard. Feared by most and respected by all, he flinches at nothing and fears no one. (And if he feels his knees give out whenever Kinn enters the room, then nobody has to know.)

Or: AU where Porsche grew up at the compound after his parents died serving the main family and spent his childhood/teenage years annoying his way into Kinn's thoughts (and heart), before an 'incident' turned him into Kinn's most lethal weapon.

Chapters: 5/6 Last Update: 8/16/22

How to Lose a Guy in XX Days - KinnPorsche Edition by Sandee Sing (CometSuni)

Summary: A KinnPorsche AU where Kinn and Porsche have anonymous Twitter accounts.

Kinn rants about his failures to woo Porsche on Twitter. Porsche tweets helpful suggestions, not knowing he's basically helping Kinn woo himself.

Chapters: 10/15 Last Update: 5/30/22

I Want Your Blood to Drip like Diamonds by RosellaWolf

Summary: Immortality can only bring one so much enjoyment before the world around begins to dull. Kinn longs for the fight, for the chase to earn submission, no longer lusting after it when readily given.

A duty to a club hosting the upper echelons of his kind might finally fill the gaping hole in his life when their latest fighter is presented before him, a rare find... a Dhampir that goes by the name, Phoenix, and oh how he wants to feel his fire burn him from the inside out.

Chapters: 8/? Last Update: 10/24/22

Instinct by thewayside

Summary: Not everyone has an instinct, an animal self that lives inside a person, born from their souls and forged to live in their flesh. Hundreds of years ago it was common to have bears, rabbits, fish, and lions, a menagerie of animals, but now, as time and dilution of bloodlines has increased, the most common thing to have is nothing at all.

Chapters: 11/? Last Update: 10/23/22

INVU by hyuckheis (johnyongs)

Summary: Kinn is, by far, the classiest client Porsche has ever had.

Chapters: 3/? Last Update: 9/6/22

Lets Be Each Others Hell by Ceresia

Summary: In order to keep the peace and strengthen the bond between two families, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun is set to marry Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, heir to the Kittisawat family.

Everything is set. Tankhun and Porchay even helped with the planning and the preparations. Now all thats left is for the two heirs to be wed. Things should go well, right?

Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t.

Chapters: 1/? Last Update: 8/17/22

like that through all eternity by concernedlily

Summary: Korn holds one thing back. Believing Kinn is his cousin and they can no longer be together, Porsche has to take on the job of running the minor family alone.

Chapters: 3/? Last Update: 9/12/22

Lonely Hearts Beat as One by lilac19822

Summary: Porsche is very suddenly not around, having left for a new job, and Chay is sinking into loneliness. He unexpectedly finds relief in the form of a mysterious and beguiling singer, whose cool exterior hides an enchanting depth that Chay can't help being drawn to. Struggling with their own variations of isolation, they find solace in one another. But they can only get so close before Kim has to decide whether to show his true self or find a way out.

Or: A semi-canon-compliant version of Chay and Kim meeting and falling for one another in a world where their feelings don't fit.

(Tags will be updated as the story progresses)

Chapters: 7/? Last Update: 10/19

Powerplays by Lun0a

Summary: Porsche thought it was biologically ingrained that Alphas found each other's scents to be disgusting.

He, for one, never found any Alpha's scent to be particularly delightful. However, upon first meeting Kinn, Porsche can't remember even finding his scent to be anything other than alluring.

It was terrifying, to say the least.

Chapters: 1/2 Last Update: 8/16/22

house of cards by P1n3appl3_p3n

Summary: Kinn and Porsche were raised for their future roles as mafia boss and his right hand man. A year ago they had a very public falling out, and Kinn stayed when Porsche fled.

Now Porsche is back, to take his mother’s place in the major family. Life in the tower is built on power games and deceit. Nothing is what it seems - and that’s just what Kinn wants.

Kinn rounds the corner and raises his gun.

”Your guards let just anyone walk in now? I’m rethinking this being the safest place in Bangkok.”

Kinn’s finger slowly slides off the trigger, but he doesn’t lower it. The living room curtains are thrown open, and he can easily see the outline of the man in front of the window. Snug long sleeve shirt under a tactical vest, utility pants, boots, a gun on each hip.

Kinn drops his gun to rest against his thigh when he sees the man’s hands are empty.

“You didn’t call.”

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 8/30/22

RUNAWAY by Serena_Writes

Summary: Porsche has been hiding from the Theerapanyakun family since he was a kid. He was made plenty clear that he would be killed or meet much worse fate if he stayed, rejected by his own mate.

But what will happen when almost twelve years later, his own brother, his sole lifeline will lead him right to their doorstep? Can Porsche survive being rejected all over again? Can he face the Alpha who broke his soul? He would have to. After all at least Porchay deserved a happy ending.

(Same as my orphan story named, 'Runaway')

Chapters: 33/38 Last Update: 10/20/22

being this close ain't close enough by fortunehasgivenup

Summary: Porsche has imagined meeting his soulmate plenty of times. He hadn't thought that it would involve being chased by men with knives and tied to a chair, but he's willing to let that go. What he isn't willing to do is let Kinn walk all over him.

The second that Kinn sees his own name on Porsche's body, he's all in. He wants Porsche within arm's reach, at his side, in his bed, all of it. But his soulmate is stubborn and independent to a fault.

(Or, during the boat scene in episode one, they realize that they're soulmates. They have a difference of opinions about how things should go.)

Chapters: 2/? Last Update: 10/16/22

Start at the End by HinnyPotter

Summary: Porsche and Kinn have been happily married for three years and nothing could go wrong in their relationship, despite the problems they've been facing recently. Or so Porsche thought. Will the strongest couple in all of Thailand fall apart? Was it all their love was ever worth?

Chapters: 1/? Last Update: 9/21/22

Stronger together by NeedSleepBut

Summary: The Theerapanyakul's are almost completely ruined under the ruling of Korn and Gun Theerapanyakul. The only way for them to rise again is for Kinn and Vegas to join forces to rebuild what their fathers destroyed. The only problem is in their absence, the family of misfits the Kittisawasd's have risen in power thanks to them looking after the families and people Korn and Gun failed to protect.

Chapters: 32/? Last Update: 10/18/22

The Double Agent and his Annoyingly Handsome Mark by Mamalazzer

Summary: What if Porsche was the mole that had been working with Vegas the entire time? An AU where falling for Kinn hadn’t been part of Porsche’s plan - he just couldn’t help himself.

Featuring feelings of betrayal, annoyingly endearing Mafia Overlords and Porsche genuinely forgetting the assignment because of a pair of rock-hard pecs.

Chapters: 7/13 Last Update: 10/24/22

the universe must have divined this (what am i going to do? not grab your wrist?) by medievalraven

Summary: Porsche doesn't mean for any of it to happen.

He doesn't mean to start dating Vegas, doesn't mean to accidentally antagonize his cousin Kinn, and definitely doesn't mean to fall into bed with Kinn again and again.

He means to stop, he really does, but sometimes the universe has other ideas.

Chapters: 3/4 Last Update: 9/10/22

Till Our Souls Dance as One by chaoticworldofanidiot

Summary: The Kittisawat heir has returned to Thailand and the Theerapanyakuns wish to honor an old promise between their families through marriage.

Chapters: 18/? Last Update: 10/25/222

true north by vincerets

Summary:n soulmate (ˈsəʊlmeɪt) • noun

a person with whom you feel the most complete. two bodies, one soul.

Porsche is twenty-three when he gets a job working for the mafia. He's twenty-three when one touch from the family's heir shifts his world from shades of grey to bright and vibrant.

Whoever decided to put the other half of his soul in a Theerapanyakul is getting a very strongly worded letter.

Chapters: 11/12 Last Update: 8/13/22

You can make the blue sky blush by Anonymous

Summary: Porsche is staring again. He can’t help it. It’s not news, really. Porsche’s obsession with Kinn’s hands. On a steering wheel, swirling a glass of bourbon, grabbing Porsche’s waist— Still, there’s something special, he’s starting to realize, about Kinn’s hands… holding a gun. Or, Porsche's got a gun kink. That's it, that's the fic.

Chapters: 2/3 Last Update: 9/15/22

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Wow, this was long... And I have fics that I havent started or finished yet lol. No pressure to you writers but please dont let them die. I started this fic list at the beginning of the month so a couple fics that were on here have since been completed so keep an eye out for another monster list coming soon. Reminder to please leave comments and kudos to our lovely writers. Happy Kinktober everyone!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfic #fanficrec #fanfiction #plz authors dont let these fics die like elizabeth and sebastian #or die like our little hedgehog friend #kinktober #kimchay

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solarisjoon · 3 months

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Cause every single touch don’t mean a thing And every time you’re calling out my name We know that it’s just not to be alone We’re loving like we’re animals (Animals by Alex & Sierra)

A/N: Whoo! This is finally done, and I’m quite happy to say that smut is easy and fun to write! I will be posting a weekly/bi-weekly schedule tomorrow that I can truly follow now due to getting my mental health in check. The third drabble will be posted tomorrow as well. Feedback would be appreciated!!

Based on this ask from my Drabble NSFW Asks: anonymous said: For the nsfw drabble: d, 3, 63, and dom!hoseok, possibly an abo au? Id kill for a good dom/Alpha au rn love you btw

D: 3: “You’re such a useless whore.” 63: “Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.”

Pairing: Dom!Jung Hoseok X Reader ABO!AU Genre: Drabble Word Count: 2164 (Not really a drabble anymore huh?) Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT

Cause every single touch don’t mean a thing And every time you’re calling out my name We know that it’s just not to be alone We’re loving like we’re animals (Animals by Alex & Sierra)

Receiving the text had caused a rush of heat to flow through me, and I clenched my thighs as I licked my lips:

Hosuck: My apartment, NOW

I hadn’t graced him with a response as I hurriedly shoved my books into my bag and bid my study group adieu for the day.

“Where are you going, Y/N?” My best friend, Kim Taehyung, asked, concern etched onto his features.

“Heading home for the night Tae, don’t worry about me.” He stood quickly and grabbed my arm, his nostrils flaring as he scented what I tried hard to conceal.

“You’re going to see him, right? Don’t lie to me, I can smell you Y/N.” He shook his head at the small noise I made in protest. "I thought you were done with him, all he’s going to do is hurt you, he doesn’t care about you.“

Pulling my arm away, I narrowed my eyes, "I know Tae, all we do is fuck, and it’s none of your business who and what I do.”

The growl that reverberated through the room caused a shiver to run through me and I whined, tilting my head to show submission to the angry alpha in front of me. Taehyung’s eyes widened and he backed away from me, “Shit Y/N, I-”

My eyes watered as I glared at him, “Forget it Tae.” I left him there, rushing out of the library with shame coursing through me at the display I had just given every Alpha in the room. Taehyung had never handled me in that way before, albeit how unusual and pressing it was for an Alpha and Omega to be best friends, we could control our instincts around each other. It was upsetting, and I worried my lower lip between my teeth as I debated blowing Hoseok off for the night so I could go home and have a good cry.

As I passed his dorm complex, I could smell Hoseok, surprise rang through me at that, and I hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Entering the entryway, I glanced around and found Seokjin hurrying to the entrance, shoes barely on and a strange look on his face.

“Jin?”

He realized it was me standing there and breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh Y/N, thank gods.”

I cocked my head as he pulled me into a quick hug, the comforting scent of a Beta wrapping around me. "What is it?“

"It’s Hobi, he went into rut early, I barely got out of there.”

My eyes widened as I realized the issue, and I pushed Jin away, “No, no. Hobi and I agreed not during heats. You know as well as I do what could happen.”

Jin’s eyes twinkled as he grinned, “Well, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, now would it?”

“He doesn’t feel the same as I do, Jin.” I mumbled, turning away and hanging my head. "I’m gonna go, just call Hanyu for him, he needs another Alpha to help him.“ I started to turn, pushing the door open as I went, cutting Jin off mid-sentence and hurrying home.

After arriving back at my apartment, I stripped and showered, trying to keep my mind from thoughts of Hanyu and Hoseok together. Finishing up quickly, I threw on some comfy, yet old, pajamas and settled in front of the TV for a good binging session of Say Yes to the Dress. Sighing, I shoved a spoonful of rocky road ice cream into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I thought of myself in the brides’ places with Hoseok as the-

Okay, ending that train of thought right now.

Sitting up fully, I set the ice cream down on the coffee table in front of me, stretching my arms above me when I heard a loud bang come from the front door of my apartment. Before I could react, a sweaty, shirtless, Hoseok came into my living room and the overwhelming scent of cinnamon was washing over me. I let out a low whine and showed my neck to the Alpha before me, slick gathering between my legs at an alarming rate.

“I texted you,” Hoseok growled, fangs on display and anger making his eyes grow gold with his Alpha fully presenting.

“Jin told me it was your rut and-” I gasped as I was suddenly pressed up against the wall, Hoseok’s knee between my legs and his teeth at my throat, his nose rubbing against my cheek.

“I called you,” I froze, my mouth going dry and I glanced towards my phone sitting on the coffee table. If Hoseok had called me in the midst of his heat did that mean…? No, I wasn’t going to go there, he wasn’t thinking straight and neither was I due to his scent wrapping me in cinnamon cloves. The Omega part of me wanted to just submit to the Alpha scenting me, it wanted me to spread my legs and take him like a bitch in heat.

I had to stay focused, if I let myself go then Hoseok could accidentally mark me, and I didn’t want the Alpha to be angry when he came back to his senses, marking an Omega like me. I felt the nip before I saw him move, the growl resurfacing, ”Why do you smell like another Alpha?“

"It’s just Taehyung, I was at a study group with him and-" Hoseok shut me up with a bruising kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth as if to gather every bit of my essence for his own. I keened, my back arching into his body as his knee pressed against my center, rubbing against my clenching entrance. A blush coated my body at the feeling of slick running in rivulets down my parted thighs, I was sure by now I had soaked through his jeans.

”He touched you, he touched what’s mine.“ He had pulled away from my mouth, licking at my lips now. His words had me gasping as I ground against him, euphoria washing through me at the blooming feeling of hope in my chest.

"H-Hoseok…” This was dangerous, I was letting myself slip into his rut, into him, and yet I loved it, I was excited by it. I clenched against him, trying to hold myself back, as well as trying to stop more slick from escaping; the wet sounds of my grinding against his thigh were a bit embarrassing. "Please…“ I broke, giving in to his lust and my love.

The salacious grin I was grace with let me know I was in trouble for running away. ”Good girl.“ The rumbling of Hoseok’s Alpha voice set me on fire, and I gripped his hair before pulling his lips to mine, fighting for dominance with my tongue and tracing his canines gently. Hoseok groaned, rutting his hips into my belly, and I realized just how affected he was by me.

Steel pressed into my stomach, rubbing a burning trail along my navel and making me beg for more. Hoseok happily obliged, flinging me over his shoulder and spanking my ass as he did, the keening cry I let out urging him on quicker to my bedroom. The air split around me as I was thrown onto my mattress, a soft oof leaving me at the force of his throw. A ripping sound echoed around us as I realized he had ripped my pajama shorts and panties in half, tossing the tattered threads behind him as he set his gaze upon what he wanted.

"Hey! Those were expensive!” I was more upset at the loss of my favorite pair of lacy panties than my sleep shorts, and even though he was the Alpha he needed to know what he had done.

“I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want, just let me touch you now.” Hoseok growled, his hands already sliding up my thighs as he crawled towards my center. His devilish tongue lashed out and licked a burning stripe up my slit, causing me to cry out at the pleasure. "Just like that baby girl, let everyone know what’s going on.“ The puff of his hot breath against my core made me tremble, his lips brushing against my clit with every word he spoke.

Glancing down, I saw his golden eyes watching me as he lapped at me, a slow grin curving at his lips before he truly set out to devour me whole. Almost immediately, two fingers were shoved deep into my pussy, stretching me and hitting my g-spot in rapid, quick strokes. I keened and clawed at his hair, pressing him deeper into me, craving the pleasure he so willingly gave. His tongue lashed me, swirling about my clit and then tapping it quickly, keeping me so close to the edge but not letting me get there.

”You’re such a useless whore, letting me have my way with this pretty pussy while you just whine and cry.“ Again, his words caused me such great pleasure, lips teasing my clit in such a perfect way that I cried out and came, stars shining in my head.

When I came back down from my high, Hoseok had undressed himself the rest of the way, his golden eyes watching my chest heave from under my vest top, and lips still shiny from my release. ”Get rid of that before I do it for you.“ I scrambled to pull it over my head, so I wouldn’t have to deal with yet another ripped item of clothing, and watched as his gaze zeroed in on my chest, more specifically, the way my nipples hardened under his watch. My own gaze focused on his leaking length, the purple head absolutely dripping with precum and his balls heavy with his release. I tracked the veins that wrapped his steely shaft, and watched how his knot flared gently at his base, ready to lock me to him.

I went to move onto my knees to give him some relief before Hoseok held me back, ”Later, now I want you to ride me.“ I nodded and sat up, watching as his cock bobbed while he settled against my pillows, a grin lighting up his face as I crawled over him, slick dripping onto him. I took him in hand and held his head against my entrance, breath hitching as I pressed down, my body taking him with slight difficulty as he seemed to be much larger than normal. I moaned as I sank onto him, my clit rubbing against his navel with every breath.

At the slow growl that left him, I started to move, my hips pounding down onto him with such force the bed creaked in protest. The slick sounds of our coupling entranced him, as he watched where we were joined with rapt attention, licking his lips and letting out groans of pleasure. Every slap of my body against his had my energy sapping and a whine flying from my throat, a sudden, sharp smack to my ass had me jolting and opening my eyes to see the Alpha, my Alpha watching me.

“Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.” I obliged, slamming myself harder with each smack against my rapidly-bruising ass cheeks, my slick pooling onto his stomach by this point and making everything that much wetter. Tears started to gather in my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling, Hoseok’s cock swelling with each stroke. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his mouth into mine, licking into me and making me taste my own pleasure on his tongue. I kissed him back with as much vigor, pushing myself to finish with my Alpha, as his knot was catching on me with every pull out.

Hoseok pulled away from my mouth and trailed kissed down my neck, nibbling little galaxies into my skin and making me cry out his name. ”Shit,“ He growled out, hands grabbing my thighs and nails digging in deep enough to make me feel the bruises I would have. He thrust up with a force I didn’t know he had and shoved his knot into my waiting pussy, his cum flooding me and filling me to the brim. His teeth were in my scent gland in a flash, and I keened and came around him, walls pulsating and milking more of his seed from him, my own, slightly smaller canines digging into his scent gland, marking Hoseok as mine.

Hoseok smiled at his mate, her sleeping figure covered in love bites and bruises from his hands, sufficiently marking her as his. Of course, the mark that covered her scent gland attested to that fact, and the many other rounds that had followed the initial marking. Their combined scents of cinnamon cloves and jasmine surrounded him and made his Alpha happy; they had their Omega, finally, and no one could take her from them. She truly was his wolfsbane.

#wolfsbane #junghoseokxreader #alpha #omega #jung hoseok #bts #marking #scent glands #mates #smut

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4townie · 2 years

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 20 | part 21 | part 22

“Did I tell you about when we went to watch Hunchback last week?” Aaron T laid across Taeyoung’s bed. “I thought it was alright, but Z was kinda obsessed with it. Although now I can’t stop humming that one song Quasi sings at the beginning. I’m honestly kinda surprised he didn’t try to make a move during the movie. I mean, I held his hand, but—”

“Aaron.” Taeyoung turned in his desk chair. “Can we talk for a moment?”

T froze and sat up. “Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

Taeyoung sighed. “Before I say anything, I just want you to know that I’m seriously happy for you and Z. You guys are really cute together.”

“Thanks, I like him a lot.” Aaron smiled a bit. “But what did you wanna talk about?”

Taeyoung was quiet for a moment. He got up and plopped himself onto the bed beside Aaron. “Lately, I’ve been having a little…moment. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Z, especially since we went to the carnival, and he’s all you talk about anymore. It’s just that I’m…sometimes it gets—…” He groaned as he attempted to cover the blush in his cheeks. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I don’t know how to say it.”

“Are you jealous of Z?” Aaron turned to him with a look of concern.

Taeyoung held his breath. “Actually, yeah. That’s exactly how I would say it.”

“Awww, Tae,” Aaron sighed, “why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve shut up if I’d’ve known.”

“Well, I did tell you once, but then I saw how much you liked him, so I backed off.” Taeyoung admitted quietly. “But then you guys started getting closer and hanging out more often without me and…it just felt like you forgot about me, too.”

The room fell silent. For a moment, it felt as if time wasn’t passing at all.

“Aaron?” Taeyoung frowned. “Please say something so I know you’re not fighting back an panic attack.”

Aaron was quiet for another moment before taking off his flannel and laying on the bed again. “It might be a little hot in here.” His voice cracked.

“Calm down, take deep breaths.” Taeyoung leaned over him and breathed with him.

“Okay. I’m good.” Aaron said quietly. “You know, I didn’t even realize how much I’d been consumed by my feelings for Z. Spending all that time talking about him and thinking about him and being with him just feels so…natural.”

“I get it.” Taeyoung averted eye contact. “He’s cute. You like him.”

“The thing that kills me is that in all of this, I made you feel like your camp cabin mates all those years ago. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do to you.” Aaron looked up at him sincerely. “I’m sorry, Taeyoung.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s cool.” Taeyoung said awkwardly. “Don’t feel too bad though. I don’t want you to feel like you have to worry about me forever.”

“But I do worry.” Aaron took his hand. “You’re like a little brother to me. I just want to be there for you.”

“In a weird way…you kinda were.” Taeyoung shrugged with a crooked smile. “If you hadn’t joined the band with me, I wouldn’t have made three cool new friends. And even though one of them stole my best friend, I like them all a lot. So now even if you are caught up in your own thing, I’m not completely alone.”

“Technically you have your overprotective mom to thank for that.” Aaron smirked. “If she’d just let you join on your own—”

“Take the credit and shut up.”

Aaron laughed as Taeyoung laid beside him. A moment of comfortable silence passed.

“Do you want me to call my mom and tell her I’m spending the night here?” Aaron looked over at Taeyoung. “She’s working a late shift so she won’t be home anyway.”

“I’d like that a lot.” Taeyoung answered in a soft voice. “I just want to curl up on the couch with my best bud and some mandu and watch West Side St—”

“YOU HAVE MANDU AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Aaron shot up. “We have to go downstairs now!” He ran out the room.

Taeyoung laughed to himself. “It’s good to have him back.”

#4town fanfic #4town headcanons #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town z #4town robaire #4town jesse #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Practice Visit | Zuho | (f)

Summary: You wonder whether it's weird how Zuho's always on your mind while the members of SF9 need to think about a plan how to get Zuho to stop talking about you. (requested) Word count: 1.3k Warnings: none

Sometimes you wonder if there’s something wrong with you, or if you’ve just fallen under his spell so deeply. Zuho’s on your mind constantly. You could be walking through the streets and you’d see a stray cat and remember your boyfriend. It seems like your brain’s developed a unique skill of linking everything you’ve experienced to him.

But it worried you. It made you feel somehow clingy, or that you were taking the relationship too seriously - although it was serious, of course. Zuho himself expressed to you how much you mean to him, and his actions left no doubt in you that he treasures what you have as much as you do. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he also thinks about you all day and all night.

Had you expressed these concerns to any of his members, no matter how polite to you they usually are, they’d not hold back and laugh in your face.

They liked you, of course, and enjoyed when you came over to hang out with them. The problem was that as your relationship with Zuho progressed, it felt like you were always with them. Of course the eight guys were happy for their friend and wished him all the best but frankly, they heard him talk about you so much they forgot what he was like before he met you. So while you were wondering whether he thought about you at all when you were separated, the majority of SF9 was thinking about how to let you know that yes, yes he’s always talking about you, please stop him.

And as fate would have it, the perfect opportunity presented itself soon enough.

Your arms were shaking by the time you stepped into the elevator to take you to a higher floor where the boys were practicing. You figured that since you’re going to visit them, you might as well bring them some water and snacks. Unfortunately, your gifts were a little heavy since they were supposed to sustain nine adult men.

Finally the elevator ride was over and you stepped out, easily navigating around the building. It wasn’t hard to find them, since there was only one practice room with the lights on and music blasting from the inside. As quietly as you could, which was rather loud because of the bags of goodies, you opened the door and slipped inside. You hoped they somehow wouldn’t notice you, but of course they did, greeting you with a nod and smile. You put the bags down near the wall and watched them finish the routine. You always admired how in sync they were, then again you supposed it was to be expected with all the hard work they put in.

The music stopped suddenly and the sound of panting and bodies falling to the ground took over the room. You smiled sympathetically as your eyes briefly met with Tae’s. However, your eyes were searching for someone else, and the one in question soon came over on his own.

Zuho outstretched his arms experimentally, unsure whether you wouldn’t mind him hugging you all sweaty, even though you already told him a hundred times that you don’t care. You closed the distance between you, relishing in the feeling of his warm body against yours. Before you could even say hello to him properly, though, a loud voice interrupted you.

“y/n? Is it really you, y/n?” Dawon was basically running towards you, stopping just inches before crashing into the two of you, ignoring Zuho’s glare. He poked your cheek.

“Ah! It’s really you! I thought I’m hallucinating again!” he exclaimed dramatically, earning a confused look from you. This was random even for Dawon. On the other hand, something seemed to click in Zuho’s mind and he all but jumped at the other man, chasing him around the room. This only added to your confusion.

“Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s just embarrassed,” Rowoon stepped closer to you, offering you a smile.

“Embarrassed?” you frowned, wondering what you were missing. In the meantime, Dawon kept successfully evading Zuho while making faces at him. As he got closer to you, he took the chance to tease the younger male some more.

“Ah! My y/n is so pretty! My y/n learned a new aegyo, what am I going to do?!” Dawon mocked as he passed by you, speeding up as Zuho also picked up his pace. You didn’t notice, but his ears were burning red. Yours too. Now you were not only confused, but also shy.

“He never shuts up about you, you know?” Inseong stepped in to help you, seeing that Rowoon just kept chuckling at your cluelessness. “It’s cute, but he could control himself a bit.” You looked at him like he grew a second head.

“Are you sure?” you asked skeptically. It was hard to believe because after all you were just that - you. It didn’t make any sense, yet your heart was racing in your chest.

“Yeah, pretty sure. Dawon wasn’t exaggerating for once,” Rowoon took mercy on you as well. Although that might’ve been just because Zuho gave up his hunt for Dawon and was walking towards you. The guys left you alone to talk, but he still pulled you out of the room for more privacy. If you still suspected that the guys were lying to you, you didn’t anymore. You just couldn’t when you saw how sheepish Zuho’s become after their teasing.

“y/n, look, I can explain-” he began, but the words got stuck in his throat as you hugged him, nuzzling into his chest. Hesitantly, he put his arms around you as well. You stayed quiet though, cuddling him in silence. He stroked up and down your back as you played with the hair on his nape.

“Okay, please say something because reality is hitting me real hard right now,” he mumbled so quickly you almost couldn’t understand him. You giggled. It was rare to see him this flustered, but you took mercy on him.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked softly, tilting your head so you could look at him.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. I know it’s weird, I just keep talking about you without realizing it,” he sighed, hiding his face into your hair. You couldn’t help but chuckle, the whole situation was so absurd. You shook your head, making him look at you again.

“It’s not weird. I also always think about you. Honestly, I was getting worried that I’m the weird one,” you admitted, now as embarrassed as he was. It was only fair though, you guessed. “But since we’re both so in love, it’s okay, right?” you looked at him hopefully, squeaking in surprise as he kissed you. He wasn’t that big on pda, so you gratefully accepted his kiss, returning with the same passion.

“It’s more than okay,” he smiled against your lips, “As long as you can handle a little teasing every time you come over.”

“Please, those guys would always find a reason to tease. At least this is kind of wholesome,” you laughed softly, kissing him one more time. You both knew it’d be best to join the rest soon. The more time you spent here, the more time they had to plan their next attack. Still, he stopped you just as you were about to open the door to the practice room.

“Do you really think about me when I’m not with you?” he asked quietly. You smiled, stepping closer to him again.

“You have no idea how much. It’s like you’re my whole world. Everything reminds me of you,” you confessed shyly, melting as his eyes softened and he hugged you again. He squeezed you tightly, just for a second before pulling away.

“And am I not your whole world?” he pouted. You smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Come, or I’m sure we’re not gonna survive the teasing,” you chuckled as you pulled him towards the chaos waiting on the other side of the door.

#sf9 #zuho #x reader #baek juho #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #fluff #requested

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nctstany · 1 year

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Love Me Now

Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)

Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.

Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues

THIRTEEN

Since that night Taeyong and Jaehyun don't really bump heads anymore. There is still the occasional Jaehyun getting on Taeyong's nerves. It's different this time. Taeyong feels that it's different this time.

“Life is shit.” Doyoung finished his 8th drink of the night. Taeyong met up with Doyoung and Mark since he was having dinner with Jaehyun. Apparently once Mark told Doyoung that Taeyong was tagging along that's when he really threw back the drinks.

It concerned Mark.

“Here we go.”

“No, I'm serious! What the fuck am I suppose to do next?”

“Maybe you should stop drinking.”

“Make me, you pussy.” Doyoung grinned, causing a deathly stare to be on Taeyong's face.

“Drunk people can’t feel pain right?”

“I’ll go get some water." Mark jumped from his seat.

"Help me, Tae!" Doyoung dramatically fell on the other’s lap, heart beating in his ears.

Why can't you see me?

"You're still in your twenties, nobody has their life together yet."

"That's not what I meant! I'm so lonely!" He cried into Taeyong's shoulder, making him roll his eyes while patting his friend's back. "So? Who cares?"

"I do! I mean you even have somebody and hell even Mark has a couple people that he's talking to." Doyoung was looking up into Taeyong's eyes at this point and still his heartbeat was in his ears, "I'm the only one that is alone!"

"I don't have anyone." Then Taeyong's face turned a bright red, a little happy feeling that slowly went away once he realized who the other was talking about.

"It's fake, remember."

Doyoung saw the way the other’s face fell. It made his heart ache.

I wouldn't make you feel this way. I would love you no matter what. I just wish I was Jaehyun to you.

Doyoung felt his lips on another and when he opened his eyes Taeyong's eyes were open. His eyes were wide open and it finally clicked in Doyoung’s head what he had done.

“I still need to make it look real!” Taeyong pushed the other away frantically and Doyoung looked back with confusion, “But I-”

Taeyong got up without looking back and walked off.

“What happened?” Mark asked, looking back and forth at Taeyong as he walked away and at Doyoung. He just sat there, watching Taeyong leave and his shoulders drooped down.

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:Doyoung 🐰: I didn’t mean to

Read.

3 miss calls.

:Doyoung 🐰: tae call me back

Read.

:Doyoung 🐰: taeyong please

:Doyoung 🐰: I want to explain

Read.

:Doyoung 🐰: I’m sorry

I know you are……

Taeyong put his phone out and sighed, also ignoring messages from Mark because he doesn’t want to explain what happened. Taeyong doesn’t want Doyoung to explain himself. He just wants to put it behind them and still be friends. From what he could see from Mark’s unopened message this was bound to happen one day. Even if he is in this fake relationship with Jaehyun it really felt like cheating.

A thought came across Taeyong’s mind.

"Have you seen this?" Jaehyun came out of his room and placed his phone down in front of the other. It was an article with the title ‘Caught in the act’ and Taeyong didn’t even have to look at the photo underneath to know what it was.

“Why did you kiss him?”

“He kissed me, a drunken kiss. I'll explain it to my dad, don’t worry.” Taeyong tried to brush it off. For some reason Jaehyun didn't know this feeling in his chest. He looked back at the other with a serious look. Why isn't this a big deal to you?

“From the pictures you two look like lovers.”

“It does not~ we're just friends.”

“What’s really your relationship with Doyoung?”

Jaehyun never liked how close Doyoung was to him. During childhood Jaehyun was always there but around early high school is when Doyoung took Taeyong. Ever since Jaehyun has always felt………jealous around him. He found out this feeling on the day of high school prom where Doyoung asked Taeyong to the dance, as friends of course. Jaehyun knew Doyoung’s real meaning behind it, just the way he looked at Taeyong he could see. That was the way Jaehyun looks at Taeyong and still does.

“He’s my friend. Did you not just not hear me before?”

“Friend? Friends don’t kiss each other.”

“You've kissed me.” Sass left Taeyong's mouth and Jaehyun fixed his face from the flashback. God, you’re lips were so soft.

“That was different. I was drunk- whatever you still kissed him.”

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” Taeyong groaned standing up to leave, “He kissed me and I pulled away.”

It just sounded too innocent.

“Is there something going on between you two?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Taeyong rolled his eyes and pushed past the other, “And you know if there was something going on it’s not your business, we aren’t actually married.”

“Fuck you!” Jaehyun got in his face and Taeyong responded with getting even closer, “Fuck you too! I can’t wait for this to be over!”

Jaehyun’s eyes went cold with a little bit of pain that Taeyong couldn't see at that moment.

“Yeah me too!”

“Good!”

“Good!” Jaehyun said it back even louder.

“Fine!” Taeyong stormed out of the room and Jaehyun yelled back, “FINE!”

His voice boomed throughout the room and he looked down at the floor.

It hurt.

It hurt so fucking much.

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Taeyong didn't think that it was going to turn into something so big. Jaehyun didn't even bother to look at him this morning and that pulled at a string. It was all over social media, which Taeyong didn't notice at first. It wasn't until when he went to his first lecture that suddenly people knew his name. I didn't know my dad's company was this popular.

All day he had to dodge the questions and stares. One thing he didn't understand was that his father only called once.

"You ignored his call." Mark stated, sitting across from Taeyong with his arms crossed. His cousin hasn't stopped talking since he finally agreed to meet up. He didn't want to but Mark is a difficult person. So difficult that he basically stalked Taeyong around his campus until he finally just got into the car. Mark went on and on about the stupid picture and even kept the article saved on his phone.

It didn't stop there…… Since Taeyong is getting noticed Mark is making it clearer for everyone. Whenever someone stares or they hear whispering, even see someone point. Mark stands up and points at his cousin shouting. 'This is Lee Taeyong, the Lee Taeyong!'

Then Taeyong realized something as he stared at his cousin. My father is using you as a freaking weapon again.

"I really hate you." Taeyong said coldly and Mark grinned with a shrug of his shoulders. “Hate me all you want, you can’t ignore me.”

“Yes I can.”

"Like how you’re doing to Doyoung?"

"That's not true, I answered him………briefly." Taeyong said with a bit of guilt, knowing Mark is giving him a look that he doesn’t look at. He looks away towards the window instead. "Well what am I supposed to say to him?"

"You could just listen to his apology."

“He doesn’t need to.” Taeyong continued to look at the window, “I should apologize.”

“You didn’t know Taeyong.”

“But shouldn’t I have? He’s my best friend but I couldn’t see-”

“You didn’t know.” Mark cut him off and continued, “You shouldn’t beat yourself up about that, you know he doesn’t really share his feelings at all.”

He's right. Taeyong couldn’t return the feelings even if he thought about that. It wasn't because of the contact, he actually gave it some thought of what being with Doyoung would be like and he couldn't do it. He didn't want that, obviously he loves Doyoung like how a friend should. Something about the other way just didn't feel right. After all, Doyoung isn't the man that he wants and Taeyong knows who the one is. He just hasn't realized that yet.

“I just want people to forget about that stupid picture.”

“Right now it’s all over the place even my friends are talking about it.” Mark scrolled through his phone and showed Taeyong the picture again.

“How did Jaehyun react?”

“He was pissed.” Taeyong confessed and shrugged his shoulders from the thought, “I don’t know why. I literally told him that he’s just a friend and I pulled away.”

“You really don’t know why?” Mark scolded, “The guy that has been following you around since birth. You really don’t know why he’s pissed that another guy, that isn’t him, kissed you.” Mark laid it out in front of him but he still sat there not understanding a single thing.

“Lee Taeyong, in the flesh.”

A chill went straight down his spine, Mark’s face went white with his eyes big. Taeyong knew exactly who it was.

“I knew that you would be a pain in my ass, since one day.” Taeyong turned around and stared directly into Yuta's eyes, "What the hell do you want?"

"Hey hey, play nice there." He smiled, “We wouldn’t want another picture to come out.”

“That was you?” Mark spoke out quietly and Yuta shifted his eyes to him quickly. “Yep, it’s my job after all.”

“To be Taeyong’s stalker?”

“I just happened to see something interesting.” Yuta kept smiling and leaned down to Taeyong’s ear, “I can expose you two in a heartbeat.”

Taeyong laughed.

"Expose us? I would do anything for that idiot so try me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah because I love him.” His heartbeat got sent to his ears. Yuta was taken aback by the response and walked off with a wave, grinning after that the others didn’t see.

Did I really just say-

“Are you okay?”

“I’m amazing, Mark. Thanks for asking.”

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Not As Damaged - Lee Taemin

A2— “I’m not as damaged as I seem, I swear.”

Warnings: Hurt!Reader, fluff.

W/C: 900.

You look up, tears glossing over your eyes, you were trying to hold them back, you didn’t want him to know that you were hurt, but he could already tell that you had hurt yourself with the fall, he quickly jogs towards you, concern filling his eyes.

“Y/n,” He calls out, stopping in front of you, his snapback covering his eyes from anyone recognising him, you were running when your ankle had suddenly twisted wrong, and you fell down, your ankle throbbing and burning with pain, “Oh, shit, oh, are you okay?” You could hear the concern in his tone, the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” You say, your tone giving away the pain that was going through you, you sniff, and he moves closer to you, his eyes falling on where your hand was on your ankle. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I can hear you’re not,” He sighs out, he moves his hand to yours, wanting to move it aside, so he could take a look. “I can hear it and see that you’re not,” He gently takes your hand and slowly moves it away from your ankle.

“I’m not as damaged as I seem, I swear,” You try and lighten the mood, but when you gave you a look, you quickly stopped giggling and looked down at your ankle.

“It’s swollen, and you want to try and downplay it, Y/n?” He asks, you smile a sheepish smile, still not looking at him, you move his hand away from your ankle and move to stand. “No, no, let me help, gosh, it’s probably throbbing and burning so much.”

“I’m okay, it’s okay, Tae,” You say, but he ignores you and helps you to your feet, you wince as the pain intensifies, and you shift most of your weight to your other ankle.

“Can you make it to the car?” He asks, you nod your head, giving him a confident smile, although he looked unsure, slowly, but surely you did make it to his car and he helped you in. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hmm, I’m okay, it’s all okay,” You say, you didn’t want him to know how intense the pain actually felt, he was already concerned enough, and all you wanted to do was go look at the fishes in the lake, and now you were in his car, in pain, not even being able to see the fishes anymore.

“You don’t need to lie… it looks like it’s throbbing, and it felt warm when I touched it,” He says, you let out a sigh and move to pull your safety over you, only for him to stop you. “You don’t need to pretend to be strong in front of me… okay?”

“Tae… it’s your birthday, and I basically just ruined it by getting hurt,” You sigh out. “So… can you just take me home, and then you can go enjoy it with one of your friends?” You sounded defeated as you spoke.

“Who says you ruined it?” He asks. “Accidents happen, and I’m not taking you home, I’m taking you to the emergency room to get it checked out.”

“Tae, no, you need to go enjoy your day,” You say, he takes the safety from you and carefully does it, his hand rests on your thigh and softly squeezes it.

“I will enjoy the day, even if it’s in the emergency room with you,” He says. “Now, stop arguing with me, and let me get you to the hospital,” He squeezes your thigh once more before he steps back and closes the door.

A few hours pass, and you were back in his apartment Kkoongie was laying next to you on the bed, and you were gently petting her while Taemin was making you both something to drink and eat, your foot had been placed in a moon boot to protect it from more injury, to say you weren’t happy with it, was a bit of an understatement.

“Oh, Kkoongie… why’d I have to get hurt?” You mutter, you gently scratch underneath her chin, making her purr in satisfaction. “Gosh, this is why I shouldn’t run,” You hear footsteps entering the bedroom before seeing him coming into view.

“You looked cute running, but if you’re going to hurt yourself each time, no more running,” He says, you smile and move to sit upright, wincing as your ankle hurts slightly. “Didn’t you mention once that your ankles are a little… how did you put it?”

“Wonky, especially while running, don’t know why…” You say, moving to take the drink he had placed down on the bedside table. “Been like that since I could remember,” You pick up the drink and bring it to your lips, he sits down on the other side of the bed and leans over to softly pat the top of your head.

“My poor baby, I’ll need to wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you safe,” He says, you smile against the rim of the glass before moving to put the glass down, you move your gaze to Kkoongie. “Can’t have you getting hurt, now, can we?” You softly smile and turn to look at him. “Maybe when your ankle is better, we can go to an aquarium instead, what do you think?”

“An aquarium might sound safer, we’ll have to see if it’s safer,” You say, making him laugh.

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