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sweetainwen · 2 years

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ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ’s ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ [KTH]

First drabble of A series of the eccentric quirks of the Kim family.

Summary: choosing ice cream was a big mistake, and mom’s punishment comes hard, with a twist at the end.

Pairings: mild yandere!husband!Taehyung x Wife!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Genre: married couple!au, slice of life, family, comedy, fluff, maybe smut(maybe)

Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it.

Warnings: clingy!Taehyung, possessive!Taehyung (not so much), slight obsession, Taehyung is whipped for his wife (;D)

Word count: 1.4k+

A/N: nothing serious, just funny drabbles for you all :D the story of a family ahahah this one is just- i mean- my mind just wanted something hilarious :D

Taglist: @yourdepressedgorl

ɪɴᴅᴇx ⇋ ɴᴇxᴛ

Silence greeted the three figures as soon as they opened the front door, eyes darting from one side of the living room to the other guardedly.

After placing their duffel bags on the small bench to their left at the entrance, the two small figures slowly moved steps forward.

The little girl stood behind the little boy to protect herself from any attack, her hands on his shoulders, while the young man closed the door trying not to make any noise before reaching them.

“Dad, sis, something's wrong,” said his son in a whisper, confused by the situation.

“I knew we shouldn't have done it,” complained his daughter with a furrowed brow and a grimace of awareness on her face.

“But you came with us anyway!” He retorted, pointing a finger at her and staring at her.

Their father placed a hand on each of their shoulders, shushing them.

“Don't argue with each other. The enemy may appear at any moment and we must be read-”

“Kim Taehyung, Kim Dohyun, and Kim Minji.”

And shortly afterwards their names were said aloud one after another, frightening them and warning them of the dark presence.

“Mommy!”

“My rose!”

They shouted in unison.

The enemy was none other than the mother of the two children, Dohyun and Minji, and Kim Taehyung's wife: Kim Daeun.

She was in front of them, sitting on the couch with her back to them. She had previously been lying down, and the fact that the sofa backrest was facing them had perfectly concealed any chance of her being noticed.

“Where have you been?”

They were like open books in that moment, their faces the living representation of fear.

They were finished. Crashed. The witch had found out.

“You just had to pick them up from their swimming activities and bring them home for dinner. So what did you go elsewhere for?” She reminded her husband, getting up and walking around the couch, stopping in front of them with her cell phone in her hand showing the screen of a tracking device of another cell phone, precisely Taehyung's.

The dot flickered mockingly, standing still over their house.

And Taehyung hissed, squeezing his eyes shut at the gaffe committed. He had forgotten to deactivate it, damn it!

“I told you to turn it off, Dad!” His son, Dohyun, scolded him, pouting and stamping his foot on the ground, while his daughter, Minji, shook her head hopelessly.

“Where did you go?” Daeun pronounced each word carefully, squinting her eyes and folding her arms. “What took you so long? It's about half an hour from here to the pool, but it's been an hour and ten minutes.”

Dohyun and Minji decided to hide behind their father's legs, making only their small heads peek out. Taehyung found himself completely exposed.

“It was Dad's idea!”

Their answer shocked Taehyung, who was shifting his attention between the two little brats.

“Excuse me?! You decided you wanted ice cream and I accommodated you!”

“But you didn’t say no!”

“You ate it too!”

“Ice cream?” Daeun snorted a laugh. “I knew it! You preferred to eat ice cream than the dinner prepared by your mother,” she glanced down at her children, pointing at them, before looking up at her husband, the same finger targeting the young man. “your wife? My cooking was beaten by a bloody ice cream?!”

Taehyung pressed his lips together while Dohyun and Minji buried their faces against their dad’s legs, hiding their mischievious grin.

The siblings had decided to trick their father into eating ice cream with them instead of their mother's dinner, knowing how it would turn out if he made a misstep. He would end up back on the couch for days and doing everything he could to make it up to her.

However, they had forgotten that Daeun was not easy prey, and the corners of her mouth tugged slightly upward at the siituation.

“You ungrateful brats hiding behind your ungrateful dad, I know you did this on purpose, I can sense your naughty ways. So no bedtime stories, no hugs, no kisses.” Their heads snapped towards her, caught off guard. “And you, my little butterfly,” Taehyung gulped, nervousness flooding his body, knowing that her sweet smile was not oh so sweet. “No kisses, no hugs, no sweet words, no holding hands, nothing of that sort. Silent treatment for at least two weeks.”

Taehyung almost fainted. She was practically depriving him of oxygen!

What was he supposed to do then?! Daeun was the center of his everything! It would be his downfall not to have her by his side! She was so cruel!

So, so cruel!

“Mother, don't you think that's… a bit too much?” Dohyun timidly asked, voice soft for her possible explosive reaction.

“Dad is about to faint. He’s like a ghost.” Minji added in a whisper, patting his leg.

“My rose! My pretty, lovely rose! You’re joking, right?”

His puppy eyes pleaded with her to take back what she had said as he watched her turn and head straight for the kitchen, disappearing from their sight.

“Why would I?”

The three of them heard the muffled noise of something being dragged across a flat surface, then saw her return to them with medium food container, probably their dinner, walk past them and reach the front door.

“Maybe my dinner will be appreciated by the neighbors. The Parks love my cooking, especially Mr. Park.”

The air seemed to grow tense after those words, almost cold.

Detecting their father's sudden change in posture, Dohyun and Minji glanced up at him.

His brown eyes had darkened, a stony expression on his face and jaw clenched.

This demeanor was difficult for an outsider to recognize; to them, he would have just looked expressionless, but it wasn't.

A burning feeling was now invading Taehyung's heart, irritated by those words that seemed to pierce him without restraint.

Jealousy that was beginning to eat away at him furiously.

How the tables have turned.

The two quickly dashed to their mother and the little girl snatched the food container from her hands as her brother opened the door, leaving her dumbfounded.

“We'll take it to them!” Minji exclaimed, darting out of the house.

“We'll stay with them for a while too!” Dahyun added before following his sister.

“What just happened?”

She had managed to say to herself, before two arms wrapped around her waist and a chin rested on her shoulder, a body pressed against hers from behind.

“What did you say? Especially Mr. Park?” She felt his breath against her neck, his hoarse voice causing chills to run down her spine.

Her eyes moved to the still-open door, and there she found her children watching the scene from outside, at the doorway, their heads the only things peeking out from the wall.

And she inhaled deeply, her finger pointing at them.

“You ugly-AH!”

Taehyung had turned her around, pulled her up by her legs and carried her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Taehyung!”

He didn't listen to her and instead eyed his children with that stony expression. And they trembled.

“You two are next.”

It was the only thing he said, before heading for the stairs with his wife slapping his back, the eyes of the two following his movements.

“Don’t go too hard on mom, dad!” They laughed.

Their ears caught the thud of something being shut. They both turned their heads and saw the man who made their father jealous with some grocery bags surely taken from the trunk of his car parked on the driveaway of his house. His wife with the keys in the keyhole of the front door to open it, with more plastic bags lying on the ground next to her.

Their attention was then drawn to them due to Minji yelling their names.

“Mr. Park! Mrs. Park! Can we stay with you for a few days?”

“We also have dinner!”

Mr. Park snorted a laugh, his shoulders going up and down, “Again?”

They shrugged, showing their naughty grin to them, and they shook their heads with a smile.

“Come here, you little pests!”

Mrs. Park's words made them rejoice.

Minji started to run towards the spouses, and Dahyun did the same after closing the door, thus swinging from side to side the medium-sized piece of wood held by a jute rope hanging from a screw with writing engraved on it.

Welcome to the Kim family!

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almatiarau · 2 years

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Day One (kth x reader one shot)

Pairing: Officemate!Taehyung x F. Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, just a cute little story to celebrate Mr Kim Tae Tae’s bday! Office AU!

Rating: M (18+) MINORS PLS DONT READ

Warnings: Descriptive Sexual Activities, Penetrative Sex.

Word Count: 7.2k

Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me!

Summary: Taehyung and you work in the same department for 3 years now, you have always had a crush on him but know how he’s so out of your league. One day you two are appointed to plan your company’s birthday event, in the midst of it all will you finally had a chance with him?

A/N: Hi All, finally I finished this little one shot to celebrate Mr Kim Taehyung’s upcoming 27th Birthday!! this is just a fluffy smutty one shot, hopefully you’ll enjoy it (do please let me know if you do, I will appreciate it so much and I get more motivated to write more) Stay warm, safe and healthy everyone!

You’ll always be my Day One

Day zero when I was no one

I’m nothing by myself

You and no one else

Thankful you’re my day one

Day One - Honne

“Finally! Never thought everything’s finally over and we came to the afterparty.”

You bend over a little to rub your right heel that have been aching for hours now since you’ve literally been on your feet almost the whole day. It’s finally the last event of your company’s anniversary celebration. In honour of the 50th anniversary and celebrating last year’s highest ever profit booked by the company for the last 5 years, your CEO decided to hold company’s getaway with all 200 employees to spend 2 nights at a resort near the beach. Since your head of department was chosen as the Project Manager for this event, he immediately chose you and your colleague/close friend Taehyung to help him run the event, well you were also joined by other staffs from different departments too.

“You okay?” Taehyung held your left arms which were leaning over the bar table while you still rubbing your heels.

You felt your heartbeat quickened from his low baritone voice.

So, Kim Taehyung. He’s been your colleague for almost 3 years now. He’s 2 years older from you but he got into the company later than you were, so your boss had assigned you to show him some ropes when he first came in. Of course, you were mesmerized by the strikingly handsome features of his face, also the sweet and deep voice of him, but you knew from day one, you were not his type. He was outgoing, friendly, hung out at the hippest places with hip friends, just living his hipster life as you said it.

You yourself was just a typical girl next door, plain jane, you went to all-girls school your whole life, only had two “serious” boyfriends, not many outgoing friends. Your typical weekends are either hang out with some girl friends for dinner and movies or just Netflix and browsing anything online. In by no means, you were the same level of hotness as Kim Taehyung.

However, since you were in the same department, and Taehyung apparently was good friend with your already friend, Park Jimin, you ended up hang out with them a lot afterwards. Plus Mina, your friend from Audit Department who had been crushing on Jimin since forever.

Ever since then, your Friday nights after work sometimes filled with going out for some movies or just dinner and drinks with Taehyung, Jimin and Mina, living the good life of 25 years old single employees in the city. But no matter how many times you convinced yourself that you and Taehyung would never be together, your heart couldn’t deny its pull to him. Especially when he always treats you so good, as a friend that is.

“I’m okay, just relieved that we’re finally free from this shit, let’s just abuse the free booze.” You said as you straightened up yourself and adjusted your skirt accordingly.

“You’re never good with booze Y/N, don’t kid yourself.” Taehyung chuckled.

“Says you whose not even better than I am.” You playfully punched his arm.

“Touche, God I’m so hungry let’s just find some food.” Taehyung took your arm and navigates you to the outside of the ballroom which now were filled with blaring EDM music and people dancing.

“By the way thanks Tae for taking care of that sound system mess in the beginning.”

“No worries, you already had too much on your plate.” He patted your head slightly, giving you butterflies.

“Y/N! Tae! Where are you going??? Let’s dance!” Jimin shouted from the dancefloor, he was with Mina who were still dancing her heart out.

“I’m hungry, gonna get some food, be there later!” Taehyung shouted back as Jimin gave him an ok gesture.

You two ended up sitting beside each other just near the buffet table. You were not hungry at all today as nerves were taking over you to ensure that the whole events would go smoothly. Now that’s everything coming to an end, you just realized how hungry you were, so you devoured the remaining pasta and beef with Taehyung who apparently really really hungry too as he left his plate clean.

“You wanna go back inside and dance?” He asked while wiping his mouth with tissue and handed another one to you.

“I’m torn, like I’m tired but yeah I wanna dance too.”

Taehyung smiled. “Let’s dance a while and if you’re too tired let’s just crash, I feel better now that I’m full.”

“Yea me too I guess.”

You two then made your way back into the ballroom where the DJ was blaring Feels So Close by Calvin Harris. It was your favourite song, and you know Taehyung loves it too as you two sometimes share your favourite tracks via Collaborative Playlist on Spotify. Taehyung pulled your hand while skipping to the dance floor towards Jimin and Mina who were still swaying to the beats, they each have beer glasses on their hands.

“I fucking love this song!” You shouted while throwing your hands up and jumped.

“Me fucking too!” Tae also jumped and dance following the beat.

The four of you shared laughter and danced together along the song as you also sipped some of the beers from Mina’s glass. The song changed into Avici’s I Could Be The One and you danced even more vigorously, letting out all the stress and steams you’ve been feeling from work and planning this event. As the night went further the songs were becoming sultrier and sexier, you could see many of your colleagues were already tipsy or even on the verge of drunk. The once crowded dancefloor filled with many people dancing together now divided into some people coupled up and dance a bit too sexy for office function. But hell, your CEO already gave you the green light to let everyone a bit loose tonight with the open bar and free flow booze.

“God we need to get laid you know just for the amount of work we’ve done these 2 days.” Taehyung blurted nonchalantly as he sipped his beer while still grooving his body to the beat.

“You don’t have any idea of how truthful that is!” You let out your frustration for the lack of action you’ve also been feeling.

When Tinashe’s 2ON came into the speaker, you absentmindedly got closer to Taehyung as he swayed lazily with a glass of beer on his right hand. Jimin and Mina had gone to find some food few minutes earlier. What surprised you then was when Taehyung’s left-hand rest on your waist as he swayed with you, your back just inches away from his chest.

“Y/N are you drunk?” He whispered on your left ear, sending goosebumps all the way to your spine.

You shook your head as you didn’t drink as much, you’re just slightly buzzed but you’re nowhere near tipsy.

“Are you?” You asked back.

“No.”

You both still swaying your hips right and left following the song’s beat when your heels caught onto something and you slipped a bit, making your back fell back and caught on Taehyung’s broad chest. He let out a puff and grasped on your waist tighter while still maintaining his balance and the beer on his right hand.

“Hey, you okay? Sure you’re not drunk?” He said again now even closer to your ear, his lips barely touching your earlobe.

You looked up at him and your lips almost brushed each other as you clumsily moved back and away from his grasp. Your heart thumping like crazy as if it was on a race with the song’s tempo.

“No, I slipped Tae, I’m not drunk! Maybe I need a fresh air.”

However as you started to move away, Yoona from Marketing Department approached both you and Tae with a sly smile on her face. To say Goh Yoona is beautiful would be an understatement because that girl is as tall as a model, with slim figure, tiny waist, round hips and the right amount of boobs to be considered as a walking barbie doll. Her hair is always impeccably done with soft curls at the bottom, like she had a permanent blow dry or something. Also, she has the prettiest long curly eyelashes (probably extensions but then again you couldn’t even wear one as your eyes are sensitive and always ends up with red eyes).

“Taehyung, we’re going to open some wines just poolside, I think they have your favorite red wine.” Yoona took no time to place her hand on Taehyung’s forearms and playfully squeezed it.

Taehyung looked at you and tilted his head, silently asking whether you want to come too. Your first instinct was to decline of course, why would you torture yourself for another round of Goh Yoona throwing herself over Taehyung the whole night, and maybe with the frustration he let out earlier for wanting to get laid finally land Yoona her dream of locking him down for good. But seeing how flirty her hands on him, batting her eyelashes and the plunging neckline of a dress she wears, you felt a flame flared up, like a competitiveness out of nowhere, or maybe it was just the alcohol in your system, but either way, why not just let the best woman win?

You gave a little nod to Taehyung and he caught up on you. “Can Y/N come too?” He peeled Yoona’s hand from his arms slowly.

Yoona gave you a smile which didn’t reach her eyes at all as she said sweetly. “Of course, let’s go.”

Fiji Blue’s Butterflies were playing on the background from a Bluetooth speaker one of Yoona’s friend put on the wooden small table besides the chaises. A small bungalow was occupied by 4 people with plastic cups and some bottles of wine, as you came over, they happily handed you a cup.

You looked around and realized that these people are the “cool” people at your office, Goh Yoona and her cliques, and then of course Taehyung knew most of them as you knew they hung out several times after office for drinks and game of pools at the bar near office. You saw Taehyung sat in a chaise with Yoona and another guy, you forgot his name but you remember that he’s Yoona’s senior in Marketing Dept.

“Y/N, such a surprise seeing you here, I thought you’re not into drinking.”

Ji Sung, a senior from Trade Department sat beside you with his own cup of drink. Ji sung has always been overly friendly with girls in the office. People were saying that he wanted to marry desperately as his age is approaching 40 and his mom was quite the nagging type, therefore every new girl in the office would always know Ji Sung because this guy would introduce himself out of nowhere and tried to woo his way. Unfortunately for the past 4 years you’ve been working at the company you saw all his futile attempts resulting in nothing as he’s still very well single up until this moment.

“Yeah I just thought I deserve some drinks after working my ass off for this event.” You sipped your wine slowly to avoid more awkwardness.

“Oh yeah, you guys the committees did a very good job! People are happy and having fun!”

You smiled genuinely at him. “Thanks Ji Sung.”

“What are you drinking there?” He gestured his head to my cup.

“Wine.”

“Ah, try the Whiskey, Yeon Su brought a good bottle.”

You laughed lightly. “Ah no, I don’t think I’m strong enough for whiskey, I don’t wanna pass out tonight.”

“Why? Out of all these people you at least deserve that… you definitely deserve to let loose Y/N.”

You felt like his tone went a little bit too suggestive and you started to fidget on your seat.

“See, you’re already so tense, it’s either you need stronger drink or…” He gave a wink and you tried your best not to run away immediately.

“Uhm, thanks Ji Sung, I think I’m okay.” You stood up slowly but then he caught your left hand by surprise.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Don’t be such a prude.”

His words shot like daggers. You tried to free your hand from his hold but he held it even tighter.

“You’re pretty Y/N, you should act more girly then maybe you’ll land yourself a boyfriend.”

You were about to look for Taehyung on the other side when he suddenly appeared just between Ji Sung and you, he shoved Ji Sung’s hand away from yours and gave him a cold glare.

“What did you say to her Ji Sung?”

Ji Sung held up his hands in front of his chest. “Whoa calm down Tae, I’m just joking around, Y/N knows how goofy I am.”

Taehyung searched for your eyes as you were looking down on your heels and pretended to straightened your skirt.

“Y/N you okay?”

You nodded lightly. “I think I’m just going back to my room Tae, you guys have fun and continue okay.”

As you were about to turn around, Taehyung caught your hand. “Wait, let me walk you upstairs.”

“Tae you don’t have to, I’m not drunk.”

But before you protested too far, he walked both of you towards Yoona, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“Guys, I’m gonna call it a night and walk Y/N to her room, okay? Thanks for the drinks.”

Yoona immediately stood up and you could see her nose flared up when she saw Tae’s hand around your wrist. “Oh no, Tae, we’re about to open another bottle of wine, are you sure? Maybe Ji Sung can walk Y/N back? Is she drunk?”

She made her way to Taehyung and wrapped her arms around Tae’s right arms. She batted her eyelashes again and pouted her lips. “We were having so much fun here.” You could see her trying to squeeze her boobs up onto Tae’s face.

“Nah, Y/N’s not drunk but we’re tired as fuck, you know we got up very early today and prepared everything, so if you don’t mind.” He peeled his arms away and started to walk towards the hotel entrance, leaving Yoona’s flabbergasted face.

As you were making your way to the elevator, you freed your wrist from his grasp, just to put your sanity back cause your heart started to beat so fast you found it harder to breathe. Especially now that you both standing in a proper lighting of the hotel’s lobby, you could see him in his black suit, black shirt underneath with no tie on, he already unbuttoned the first three buttons of the shirt too apparently, making his smooth but firm chest shown. You know Taehyung looks good in a suit, it’s not your first time seeing him in one as you went to company’s function or customer’s events several time with him as your business IT team, and you were the relationship manager. But somehow tonight, with his hair sleeked back, a few loose strands on his forehead, he looked exceptionally handsome to you.

Taehyung pushed the elevator button up and turn his gaze back to you. Both hands rest inside his pants’ pockets.

“Don’t take Ji Sung’s words to heart Y/N, you know that guy always talking bullshit.”

“Yeah no worries Tae.”

But Taehyung could see through you with your wavering look, the way you didn’t stop fidgeting, he knew that asshole’s words were getting into your head.

“You and Mina’s room at 6th floor right?” He asked once you both walked into the empty elevator. You nodded as you took out your card key and swiped it to be able to choose your designated floor. The elevator ride to 6th floor never felt so long as you both standing in silent. Taehyung’s hands still inside his pocket while you could see from the mirror wall of the elevator, he’s busy poking his tongue inside his mouth. You didn’t stare too long though, as his gaze flickered to yours, you looked down to your feet again.

With a ding sound, the elevator’s door opened and you two walked again in silent, side by side towards your room’s door. As you’ve reached your room, you turned to Taehyung and ready to bid your goodbye but he chased you to it.

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if I washed my face first? My eyes been burning a while.”

“Oh… Okay.”

You opened the door and as you walked in, you saw Mina and Jimin fell asleep in your bed, duvet covering them but you could see Mina snuggling comfortably in Jimin’s embrace. Since it was a King-Sized bed, you furrowed your eyebrows to figure out how are you going to sleep tonight.

Once Taehyung closed the door and reached your side, he cursed silently.

“Fucking Jimin-ie, he’s supposed to be with me.”

You laughed weakly. “Yeah I know. Mina didn’t text me or anything too, these guys I swear-“

Silence fell upon the room, but you took a deep breath and faced Taehyung. “It’s okay I’ll just wake Mina up in a few maybe then she will-“

Before you finished your sentence you saw Taehyung shook his head slowly. “Nah, they must be tired too, why don’t you grab your things and come to my room? We can just put some pillow on the center of the bed or I’ll sleep on the floor I don’t mind, let’s go.”

So, before your mind even begin to process what this means, you packed your sleepwear and toiletries, and then followed Taehyung to his room on the 5th Floor. You tried to not overthink about it. Taehyung is one of your closest friends, he was there when you puked your guts out during music festivals when you drank too much, he drove you home when you passed out after clubbing with Jimin and Mina too, he even once bought you a sanitary pad when you asked him to because yours were running out and there’s no way you would survive the trip down to convenient store without leaking your pants. So Taehyung is your close friend, he saw you as his close friend too to the point of comfortable enough to invite you to his room for the night in platonic way.

“You can use the bathroom first Y/N, I’ll just watch TV here.” Taehyung took off his suit jacket and uncuffed his shirt while sitting at the edge of the bed.

You nodded silently and made a beeline towards the bathroom. You saw your reflection on the mirror and God you look awful, hair a bit dishevelled with your bangs plastered on your forehead from the sweat, your once bouncy curls this morning had flatten out, lipstick left only in faint pinkish stain and you could see some of your mascara a bit crumpled. Well, you’ve been out and about running around since 8AM in the morning and now it’s, you glanced on your watch, 1AM. So, you clipped your hair and started to clean your makeup, wash your face and shower. Once the warm water hit your body, you could finally feel how tense your muscles were.

You looked over your pajamas one more time, a short cotton pants with button up short sleeve shirt and pink flower patterns all over. You debated whether you need to spritz on some perfume but for God’s sake, you were going to bed right? So, you left your toiletries bag just besides the sink and walked out of the bathroom.

You found Taehyung sit on the bed, back rested against the headboard, shoes off, his long legs straightened up on the bed, eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you tiptoed across the room not to wake him up, but he opened your eyes just as you plug your phone to charge.

“You done showering?”

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you up.” You smiled sheepishly.

He shook his head lightly. “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” He then stood up and walked casually to the bathroom.

“I couldn’t find anything interesting to watch, try syncing your phone to the Bluetooth speaker Y/N, lets just hear some songs.” He gestured his head to the speaker on the bedside table and disappeared into the bathroom, in seconds you could hear the shower turned on.

You synced your phone’s Bluetooth to the speaker and started to play your chill playlist. You then sat yourself on the bed, resting your back against the headboard, just the same position as Taehyung was, with the room’s curtain opened, you could see the night sky, it was a clear one with some clouds scattering. Before your mind could travel further, you heard the door opened and saw Taehyung walking out of the bathroom with a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt, hands busy drying his wet hair with a white towel. You couldn’t help yourself to salivate over his feature, chest a little more buffed than you remembered, smooth abdomen and two strong arms with bulging biceps now that his arms flexed to dry his hair.

“Oh I love this song.” He threw the towel over his travelling bag and shook his head lightly to move his hair out of his eyes. Your phone was playing Honne’s Free Love.

“For the love of God Tae, put some shirt on.” You looked away now that he had a good view of your face.

“Oh sorry I forgot.” He scrambled open his bag and took out his white Celine tshirt and pulled it over his head.

“Hopefully I won’t drool over this tshirt, it’s the only one left and I’m planning to wear it to go home tomorrow.” He grinned sheepishly, showing off that charming boxy smile of his.

You couldn’t help to laugh and threw a pillow at him playfully.

“Hey don’t throw it away, we need them to build the fort.” He caught it with ease and put it back on the bed.

You blushed at his words and absentmindedly looked over to the opposite side of the bed you’re sitting on. A king-sized bed is a big bed, but you were worried whether you would toss around in your sleep and ended up kicking him, or worse, hug him tightly because that’s what your subconscious wanted to do.

“Hey, Y/N, if you’re not comfortable I’ll just go and find other’s room, maybe Hoseok from IT Team can share his room with me.” Taehyung’s already deep voice went even lower and softer as he sensed your concerned face. He sat opposite of you on the chair besides the desk, eyes focused on you.

“No, no, I mean, this is your room after all, and it’s almost 2AM already, let’s not bother everyone else. I’m okay, I just…” You looked down and played the hem of your pajama shirt.

“Ji Sung’s words got into you didn’t it? Don’t lie to me.”

You looked up at Taehyung who leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, hands clapped together.

“Well… I know I’m not the most fun, outgoing person out there, but I’m not a prude.”

Taehyung suddenly stood up and clenched his fists. “He called you what?”

“Calm down Tae, it’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile while squeezing his hand.

“It’s fucking not Y/N, you gotta stop being too nice to assholes like that, you should have told me downstairs when he’s there so I could kick his sorry ass.” Taehyung fumed.

You stood up and without giving it much thought, gave him a hug to calm him down. “What are you saying Kim, you don’t even like sauce stain on your hands, would you ever get your hands dirty fighting a guy?” You stroked his back softly.

Taehyung scoffed but his right hand slowly stroking the back of your hair. As his left hand embraced your back. You rested your arms on the back of his shoulders as your face snuggled to his chest. As Dhruv’s Vulnerable started playing on your phone, you both stayed hugging each other, Taehyung even pulled you closer as he rested his cheek on the top of your head, hands didn’t stop stroking your hair. But then, you felt something poking on your lower stomach and your eyes grew wide as your body freezes. Taehyung stopped his movement and took a step back, turned his back around.

“Fuck, sorry Y/N, shit, okay… so…” He scrambled to find a word as he clearly embarrassed, you felt sorry for him too, he was so flustered when you saw him scratching the back of his head as he kept his back to you.

“Hey Tae, it’s okay, I mean, it’s a shame that you didn’t stay with Yoona earlier, you might get what you wanted tonight, I think she’s so ready for you.” You giggled.

Taehyung turned around and gave you a serious look. “You think I want her?”

His gaze was so intense you needed to look away to the other side. “Err… well, who doesn’t want her Tae? She’s a literal walking Barbie.”

Taehyung took a step towards you, his long point finger lifted your chin up so that he could look you in the eyes. “I don’t care if she looks like Aphrodite, she’s not the one who made me hard.” You blushed at that, your cheeks grew hot, and you’re not gonna lie if you’d said your panty gets a little bit wet from it.

“Y/N, let me be honest to you, I’ve never had the courage to do so because you’re too good for me, hell, you’re Y/L/N Y/N, company’s little sweetheart, who always help people around, smile sweetly to everyone from CEO to the janitor, who always put everyone else’s wants before herself.”

He let out a defeated sigh. “You’re a beautiful human Y/N, that jackass Ji Sung is crazy to be calling you names cause I’m sure every man in the office would be lucky to have you.”

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh too. Everyone except you Kim Taehyung.

But somehow on the back of your mind, you must have said it out loud because Taehyung’s eyes went wide with surprise.

“Y/N….”

“Huh?” You blinked several times trying to figure out whether you really said that out loud.

“But I’m no good for you, hell I’m barely figuring out my life, I still spend too much on things I don’t need, I’m a mess Y/N.” He shook his head slowly.

“Hey hey, Tae, what are you saying? I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, look at you, every woman turns their heads every time you walk by, you’re everyone’s favorite too, always know how to blend in with every group, always the life of the party, I’m just the boring girl…”

“The fuck you boring? Why do you think I hang out with you a lot? We went to those music festivals together, you always make me laugh so hard, you’re funny and witty Y/N.”

“I….” You were left speechless.

“Okay, so at first I did see you like a little sister, a friend, because you’re so nice and I just wanna protect you from douchebags out there, but then, you remember that Honne’s concert we went? Last year?”

You nodded, the memory still fresh on your mind, you went out with Taehyung, Jimin, and Mina as always. You had the best time singing and dancing and of course with Taehyung there, you felt even more elated, he sang with you and then helped you with your bag at the end of the concert when you were too tired to move.

“At that concert, when the stage lights illuminate your face and you were singing your heart out, with sparkles within your eyes, I was this close to risk it all and kiss you because God you looked so beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the tears flooding in your eyes because this is Taehyung, the Taehyung you’ve been crushing since forever, the one you thought you would never have a chance with cause hell, he would always hang out with the coolest people and you were never considered as one. He was always surrounded by girls who wears the trendiest clothes while you always wear your pastel skirts or pants with oversize blouse, you were nowhere near their level of status in your opinion.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Taehyung cupped your face gently.

“Because… Kim Taehyung you don’t know how long I’ve been crushing on you.” You hit his chest with both of your hands, he let you do it for a few times before he caught both of your wrists.

“Since day one Y/N, I know you do but I was always hesitating, I thought you deserve to be with someone whose more mature than I am, who’s ready to give you the life you deserve, so I was okay with standing on the side line as your friend, that way I could watch over you.” He then placed little kisses on the back of your hands, twinkle eyes still staring at yours.

“Since day one?”

“Also since Honne’s Day 1 at that concert, I’ve been wanting to do this…” He leaned in to mould your lips into his, he moved slowly, savouring your taste in every crevice of your pinky pout. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slowly grazing Taehyung’s nape. With one last peck, you both gasped for air.

“Tae…” You caressed his cheek slowly, if you could see your face right now it must have been filled with the look of love and longing.

He kissed your hand again before pulling it as he walked backwards towards the edge of the bed. He slowly sat himself, eyes never leaving yours, fingers intertwined, he pulled you slowly, motioning you to sit on his lap.

Once you’re settled on (what you think now is your favorite chair ever) his lap, you kissed him again, with more fervour as fogs of lust had taken over the atmosphere in the room. Taehyung’s hands started to fiddle with your pajamas button as you let out a moan. But when he unbuttoned the first one, you snapped back to reality and held his wrist.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Too soon?” Taehyung’s already deep voice went even deeper and huskier with lust as he searched your eyes again.

You shook weakly. “It’s not that, it’s just… If you’re thinking only about tonight, Tae, I can’t do it, I would be too clingy if I slept with someone…”

He gave you a soft smile and kissed your nose. “Then be clingy with me, I’d love that.” Another peck on your lips.

“But… you’re not my boyfriend…”

Taehyung let out a chuckle. “Oh so this is what’s it about? My sweet sweet Y/N, will you give me the honour to be your boyfriend?”

You slapped his chest again as Taehyung had not stopped chuckling. “What’s so funny about it huh?”

“Baby, I’ve confessed my feelings for you, I thought you already knew that we’re not doing one-night stands.” He kissed both of your cheeks playfully.

“Yea well excuse me to be needing a verbal confirmation, or even an email confirmation would be more sufficient Mr Kim since-“

Taehyung stopped your babbling with another kiss right on your lips. “Baby no matter how hot you are when you’re talking business but seriously Y/N you drive me crazy right now.” He emphasized the word crazy with a soft grind of his clothed crotch against yours, and there you felt it again, his harden length, and it made you feel delirious with lust.

You both went back to devouring each other’s lips while your hands pulled up his tshirt hastily. Once he’s shirtless, his hands went back to unbuttoning your pajamas button while trailing kisses down your neck, stopping on your pulse point, he sucked on it for a while and you’re sure tomorrow you’ll have to cover those reds and purples with foundation, but you don’t care, it’s tomorrow’s business.

“Fuck, these tits been haunting me all day today, you shouldn’t have worn that tight black dress Y/N.” He dived right in to envelope your right breast while his hand squeezed the other one. You moaned as your hands squeezed his fluffy hair, pushing his head to take more of you.

As your body moved on its own, slowly grinding on him, Taehyung’s hand trailed lower to the waistband of your pants, he dipped his long fingers and traced your already dampened underwear. Your fingers squeezed his muscled back, leaving faint nail marks and he hadn’t even fuck you.

“Tae… please…”

“So wet, all for me baby?”

“Yes… only for you…” You cupped his cheeks and dived for another kiss. As your tongues danced around each other, giving more licks and sucks, Taehyung’s finger started to rub figure eight around your aching bud. You responded by grinding on his finger, and he took it as a green light to push your underwear aside and plunged his finger right in between your slick folds.

“Fuck… Tae…”

Taehyung licked a long way from your navel to the valley between your breasts and licked around your hardened nipple, earning another high-pitched moan from you. “Look at you so sexy and wet for me.”

With hazy eyes you nudged Tae’s left wrist which still fingering you deep. “More Tae, please….”

And with that plead he manoeuvred both of you so that you’re laying back on the bed. He pulled your shorts and soaked panty all the way out of your legs and hovered over you. With a lick on your bottom lip, his fingers plunged back into your pulsing cunt, but now he inserted two fingers, it made your back arched from the bed from the intense pleasure.

“Is this what you want baby? You wanna cum on my fingers?”

You shut your eyes tightly and nodded frantically as you felt the pleasure building in your lower stomach.

“Use your words Y/N.” He pushed his fingers even deeper and you couldn’t help to let out a loud moan.

“Yes Tae fuck, yes!” You held onto his shoulders as your hips buckled against his hand to chase your high.

“Then be a good girl and cum for me.” With his skilled fingers roaming around your spongey walls inside, hitting the sweet spot you didn’t realize you had all these times; you came undone with his name spilling out of your lips like a chant.

As your body still shuddering from the intense orgasm you haven’t had for quite some time, Taehyung sat back on his heels, licking his fingers clean of your cum with a smirk on his face.

“Taste so sweet baby, those assholes calling you names will cry on their bed missing out on this sweet juices.”

His words made your cunt clenched again as desire still overpower you. With the energy left in you, you sat up and tugged on Taehyung’s sweatpants, your other hand palmed over his hardened dick.

“Let me please you too Tae…”

But he stopped your hand gently. “As much as I want that, I won’t last a second in your mouth baby, tonight can I cum around you please?”

“Yes, fuck me now Tae…”

He smiled sweetly and pecked your lips again. “Wait here, I hope Jimin left some condom behind or I swear to God I will bust my nuts if I had to go downstairs to buy one.” He immediately got up from the bed and searched Jimin’s travelling bag in a hurry. You’re so damn horny that you need to pressed your thighs together to feel some relief.

“Tae, hurry up, I’m so wet…” You said seductively.

“Fuck Y/N stop it, I will fucking cum in my pants.” He still rummaged through Jimin’s bag, throwing shirts and pants around. In seconds he let out a loud “aha” and brought the foil package back to the bed. He then hurriedly took off his pants and stroked his dick a few times, precum leaking on the tip.

You took the foil package and tore it open with your teeth, making Taehyung cursed under his breath.

“Why don’t you bring condoms Tae?” You asked as you put the latex over his erection.

“Don’t think I’m gonna have sex.” His hands roamed over your perky breasts and squeezed them, making you moan again.

“Don’t you always have one ready in your wallet?” You laid back again as Taehyung hovered over you once again, peppering kisses on your collarbones while his hand moving his dick against your wet pussy to coat it with your juices.

He then looked you straight in the eyes. “I haven’t had a condom in my wallet again since that concert Y/N, because I don’t wanna sleep with anyone else.”

With that word, not only your pussy flooding but your heart too was filled with warmth and love. You then gave him a deep kiss, filled with adoration to let him know how much it meant to you.

“Now put it in before you bust your nuts.” You smiled cheekily.

But of course, that cheekiness wouldn’t last long, because once he started to push his dick in, inch by inch, you had to bite your lips to ease the sting (yeah, it’s been a while for you) but also you realized how big actually he really is. You felt tears pooling on your eyes and Taehyung stopped his movement.

“Baby is it too much?” He peppered kisses again all over your face.

You shook your head weakly. “It’s okay, just go slow, been a while Tae…”

He gave you the most endearing smile ever and nodded as he moved even slower to push further. When his dick finally fully sheathed inside, he waited for you to adjust yourself patiently, never stop kissing every inch of your exposed skin while praising you.

“Y/N, baby, you feel so good around me, so warm.”

All of his actions gave you assurance and made you feel more comfortable as the pain slowly subsided and the need for frictions bubbling up.

“Tae… you can move, please move.”

“You sure?”

“Yes… please, I need you to fuck me…”

His eyes darken with your last word. “Baby don’t say that, I might not be able to hold back if you say that.” Slowly he thrust in and out of your pulsing cunt and find a slow but delicious pace that got your hips chasing his.

“Fuck Y/N, so good, can I go faster?”

“Yes, Tae, please…” You pleaded as pleasures started to build again on your lower stomach.

“Come on beautiful, cum for me before I lose it.” He then stood up and sat on his heels, picked both of your thighs and placed it over his as his hips started to piston in and out of your swollen pussy in faster pace.

You feel like your high is nearing with each thrust. “Tae I’m close, so close…” And he helped you to the finish line as he rubbed gently on your pulsing clit. In seconds you came undone for the second time that night, panting heavily as your body still spasm from your high. But Taehyung hasn’t done yet. He slowed his pace to give you a chance to calm yourself, but you felt his dick pulsing inside your warm hole, so you cupped his cheek and planted a deep kiss. “Cum for me too Tae, wanna feel you cum for me…”

Encouraged by your words, he threw your legs over his shoulder and started to thrust rapidly, chasing his own high. With his face closer to you again, you lick and bite his bottom lips while whispering praises and his name. “Tae, baby, cum for me, let go for me.” And with that word, his cum spilling onto the condom as he thrust into you sloppily.

You both stayed a bit in your position, sweaty foreheads on each other’s, eyes glassy but body both feel satisfied from the release. Taehyung slowly pulled his dick out of you, rolled off the condom and disposed it to the sanitary bin inside the bathroom. He went back with a small towel and slowly wiped the remaining juices from your inner thighs while you lay there staring at him with loving eyes.

He kissed your forehead before joining you again in bed, pulling up the duvet to cover both of your naked figures.

“That was amazing Y/N, you are definitely the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.” He kissed your forehead again as your head snuggled on his bare chest.

You blushed at his word because you know he was trying to convince you again not to think about Ji Sung’s or other people’s word about how unsexy you are.

“Tae… thank you.” You looked up and met with his ever-glowing eyes.

“For what? We both got laid tonight so win for us!” He jokes.

You playfully nudged his chin with the top of your head. “Not that you moron, I mean for making me feel good about myself.”

“Anytime beautiful, because you ARE beautiful, my beautiful girlfriend.” He pulled you closer to his embrace and not long after your exhausted state brought the two of you to slumber.

At exact 8AM, Park Jimin swiped his keycard to enter his room, along with Mina who couldn’t contain her giggles.

“Sshhh… you wanna bet 100 bucks they finally fuck?” Jimin gave her a playful smirk.

Mina punched his arms lightly. “Those two are idiots I swear I’m not sure…”

But her words hang in air as they tiptoeing inside and saw two figures cuddling under the blanket. Naked shoulders pressed against each other. Taehyung’s light snores could be heard clearly.

“Ssshhh… let me just grab my fresh clothes.” Jimin put his finger on his lips gesturing Mina to lower her voice.

“Jiminie… don’t forget the condom.” Mina blushed as she mouthed to him.

Jimin nodded and started rummaging through his bag. However, when he couldn’t find what he’s looking for, he scoffed.

“These motherfuckers used my last one baby.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Good lord, even they’re getting together caused us trouble I swear I’ll flick Y/N’s forehead when she’s awake.”

Jimin chuckled while tiptoeing back to the front door. “Come on, I’ll buy a pack downstairs, let’s give the lovebirds some beauty sleep after exhausting night.” With that said, he closed the door silently and walked hand in hand with Mina.

You couldn’t help to smile while slowly opening your eyes. You heard them coming in, but you still want to bask in the warmth of Taehyung’s embrace, and since he’s still deep in sleep, you didn’t want to wake him up either. You looked up slightly to peek on your “boyfriend”. Fluffy hair, some of his bangs covering his forehead, the little mole on his nose, and the oh so pinky pout.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer beautiful.” Taehyung hummed still with his eyes wide shut.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Kissed the tip of his nose lightly. “Didn’t know you woke up.”

Taehyung hummed again as he nuzzled into your hair. “I’ve been awake since those two dorks barging in, I was this close to laugh when Jimin started to search for his condom.” You both couldn’t help but laugh.

“We should buy them a new box as a token of appreciation.” You said, head leaned into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, I think so. Meanwhile let’s stay like this for a while, girlfriend.” He kissed your forehead.

You hummed as you pulled up the blanket closer and snuggled into your boyfriend, the Kim Taehyung.

A/N: Thank you for reading this one shot everyone!! I hope you like it and please do leave some comments or feedbacks if you like it :) once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM TAEHYUNG! I hope he’ll have a blast and stay healthy and happy always!

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ji-an-30407 · 2 years

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They are doing what they love doing! Eating! Oh and of course being BTS

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sereineity · 3 years

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how many more sleepless nights?

genre: nonidol!au, ANGST, slight fluff

summary: a year is a long time, isn’t it? you’ve spent yours stuck in an eternal, monochrome winter. a surprise encounter derails all of your plans: feelings fade… or do they, really?

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, terrible terrible angst (im sorry!), heartbreak, implied smut, angsty flashbacks :(

a/n: hi everyone! this is my very first fic on tumblr and i really hope you enjoy! please listen to spring day and scenery to really get into the feels - i hope you lose yourself in this little slice of a seoul winter :’) also i do have a storyline planned if you enjoy this little piece and could potentially even make this a series aah! please leave comments and constructive criticism - i’d love to grow as a writer! (@chateautae i finally did it!!!!!!)

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09:17am, december 17, 2020

It’s been a year since you last saw him. A year of emptiness, hollowness, blankness. A year since you turned your back, leaving without a goodbye. It’s been a year since you’ve walked out his front door, the same one that you’d find yourself visiting and revisiting when you knew he wasn’t home.

It’s been a year since you last felt some semblance of happiness, a year since you’ve let out a genuine laugh, smiled from cheek-to-cheek. It’s been a year devoid of warmth: you shivered under the embrace of the summer sun, no longer noticed the blooming flowers that you had once loved so much. The world lost all its color. Fading into a bleak grayscale so far away, unreachable. No longer did you walk with a spring in your step, no longer did your eyes glimmer with galaxies that you’d once built with him. You were empty, a ship lost in the depths of the dark oceans. Floating, barely surviving, with no set destination. All you saw were never-ending, infinite oceans in all directions. No escape, no lighthouse. Just you. Alone. Pointless.

Your heart aches for him, the echo of a honeyed baritone, the ghost of his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s for the best, you had thought. It’s for the best.

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts out of your mind. There was too much, too many feelings, pent-up emotions. You weren’t a woman of emotions, never were, swore to never be, until you had met him. And he had changed everything.

Stop. This is getting ridiculous.

You needed to get on with your life, you think. There are too many things to think about, so many better thoughts requiring your attention. What were you doing, wasting your energy on him? It was time, you had decided, to end things once and for all.

The ticket machine snaps you out of your reverie, demanding it get paid. How much did the trip cost? You’ve forced yourself to forget, holed up all the memories too far into the shadows of your mind in your sheer desperation to evade the pain. You slot in a W10,000 bill, way too much, but better than having to remember. The machine happily eats up the cash, returning your card and sending you on your way.

You navigate the platforms, seeing the brightly-lit signs: Incheon line, Suin line, Bundang line. Then you see it, Platform 6, Gyeongwon line. South-bound to Soyosan, stopping at Iryeong. Your heart thumps, stomach twists, and you feel like throwing up. How many times had you once ascended these very steps with him, hand-in-hand, smiling to one another? How many times had you raced up these stairs, trying to get to the platform first? It’s too much, and you want to run. Run away from this place, from the thoughts and feelings.

No. You need this.

The winter air roughly brushes against your cheeks, hurrying you along.

What are you so afraid of?

Everything, you think. Everything. You’ve bound your heart in chains and locks, plastered it with thousands of bandages, one on top of the other. You’ve holed it away, willed it out of existence. You’re afraid of the memories, the emotions. You’re afraid of yourself.

Go. Just go. Get it over with.

You force your feet to move, one after another. You don’t think, you just move. Move onto the platform, move onto the train. You don’t realize that you’ve boarded the machine until you hear an all-too-familiar voice on the loudspeaker.

“This is the Special Rapid Train, on the Gyeongwon line, headed for Sosoyan. We will be stopping at Seokgye, Wolgye, Dobong and Iryeong. Please stay clear of the sliding doors!”

You vaguely see the blinking of lights and hear the shutting of the doors. The train picks up speed, clicking against the railroads. You are blank, a passenger on an endless journey. You sway when the train sways, stop when it stops. You don’t know how many stops have passed, having lost yourself in the familiar nothingness that had hollowed you out for the past year, until the speakers announce something about the next station being Dobong. You’re near, you realize. Too near.

Too soon does the train halt, birthing out and collecting new passengers as seats empty and taken once more in a matter of seconds. You watch this interchange with a bitter smile: how quickly he must have replaced you after you’d left, how he must’ve taken in another in your place.

Stop it.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t notice the closing of the doors and the blinking of the lights until you hear the loud system once more as the train starts to accelerate.

“Iryeong, Iryeong. Our next stop is Iryeong, please get off on the right side of the train.”

You are left suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings, watching as snow paints the ground white. The houses blur into trees and back into villages as you stare out the window, and you start to remember. You remember your hands intertwined, dancing in the snow, the click of a camera as the melodies of your laughs twirling in the air. You remember the snugness of his embrace, his earthy cologne, his smile, his lips pressed against yours…

Stop.

You tear your gaze away from the glass, staring down at your gloved hands fiddling in your lap. It’s been a year. It’s laughable how much and how little has changed. You’re different, yes, but yet so painfully similar to the girl who ran away. It’s funny how much of a difference, or lack thereof, a year can make, you think. It’s certainly been hard on you, and you find yourself wondering about him, about how maybe the year has changed him, how he’s doing, if he’s eating well, if…

Stop.

You’re hopeless, aren’t you?

You sigh and shut your eyes. You’re going crazy. Or maybe you’ve always been crazy. Your thoughts are feverish, a maelstrom in your mind. Involuntarily, you notice your feet rapidly tapping the metal bar to your side, vibrating against the pole. You feel the ghost of a touch on your thigh, hear the empty shell of his words, breathe, Y/N, breathe. What’s got you all worked up? And for a moment, just a moment, you feel his presence to your side, capture the warmth radiating off of his figure, and smile. Because it’s all okay when he’s here.

But he’s not.

You decide to focus on the sound of the railroads, staring down at the speckled floor of the train as the carriage undulates gently, side to side. You ride along, the train’s movements easing your own and you begin to lose yourself once again in the clacks of the rails, mind going blank, until you start to notice the slowing of the sounds. The train’s dance comes to a slow, inviting people to start getting up and shuffle towards the doors. Your heart sinks to your stomach. Not yet, not yet. It can’t be. It’s too soon.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, confirming your worst fears. “Arriving at Iryeong, please stay clear of the doors and exit on the right side of the train.”

Your legs move on their own accord, pulling you to a standing position as you grip the metal post with your life. The train continues to slow, eventually, painstakingly coming to a halt. You wish it never will, that it will continue on with its journey ahead. But it’s too late. The doors slide open, the sounds of the outside world whistle for you, calling you, urging you out of the comfort of the train. You don’t dare move, standing still as passengers trickle out, as the flashing lights start to appear, as the minute at the station starts to come to an end. The doors are closing in five. Four.

You twitch.

Three. Two.

“Wait!”

You rush out the doors, barely escaping the iron clasp of the metals that would’ve devoured you had you been a second too late. Behind you, the steel hisses as the vehicle exits the station, leaving you alone. So utterly alone.

You’re blessed with a moment of solitude, feeling nothing but the cold air chilling your face, until you realize where you are and why you’re here.

The bliss of being alone rapidly evaporates, and you’re hit with a speeding truck. The memories flood in; you’re winded, gasping for breath as you’re stormed with images, short clips of him, you, the pair of you. His smile, his laugh, his cheeks, eyes, nose. His breath tickling yours before he leans in for a kiss, his gentle, large hands cupping your face as you close your eyes…

Stop. Get a fucking grip, will you?

You force the color out of your mind as you make your way around the platform, empty now that everyone has gone. Your eyes graze against the pathetic, run-down station: the signs are only partially lit, the electricity having worn out. Your fingers run against the peeling, dirtied paint of the walls, dust bunnies catching onto your gloves. You scoff. This is pathetic. The floor is littered with plastics and old soda bottles, as if nobody’s been here to clean in too long. Graffiti smiles sadly back at you as you scan the fading walls, losing their life by the second. The bricks have faded into a musty brown, drab and uninteresting. Everything is so run down, so tired. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way to the minimart to your right, wanting a beverage to help warm your insides up.

The doors slide open with a gentle clink, altering the store of your presence. The cashier at the counter looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, barely acknowledging you, before returning to the drama playing on his cracked phone. The shelves are well-stocked, however, in stark contrast to the beaten-down appearance of this whole ordeal. You glide along the aisles, and everything is the same. Your favorite tea is still on the same shelf as it was all those months ago, his favorite gimbap in the bottom left corner of the chiller. Beef and sesame, he’d get, while you’d get a tuna for yourself, clinking your drinks and hearing the hiss of his cola opening, laughing as you made a mess of yourselves, two young fools madly in love. You’d talk, drink, eat for hours, whispering, dreaming and wishing, wondering what was going to come in the future, what you’d name your first puppy, whether you wanted a girl or a boy for your first child. Never would you have ever imagined that it would all end this way.

Stop it.

You grab your bottle of tea violently, almost knocking it over in your hurry to leave. You could no longer stay, not here, suffocating in your memories of him. You erased the gimbap out of your vision, ignoring it as you made your way to the counter, paying for your drink as the half-hearted employee handed you with your change. You mutter a thank you, unsure if he had even heard, and mindlessly make your way out of the store, too focused on keeping someone out of your head. You nearly bang into the glass doors in your haste, looking down and walking as fast as you can. Until your heart stops, that is.

You don’t dare look up, not now. The whole world slows to a stand-still, your gaze sharpening on nothing. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest, your lungs stop working. Electricity charges through the air and you’re left reeling, not knowing what to do.

Slowly, painfully, your neck raises, muscles straining with all their might. You already know what you’re going to see, who you’re going to see, but the sight of him still shocks you all the same. You nearly spill your drink all over yourself when you finally look up, and your brain goes into overdrive. You’re sure that your mouth is hanging open, jaw slack, but you can’t do anything about it. Your knees buckle, you can’t breathe, suffocating, wanting the ground to swallow you up at this very moment. You want to fall, tumble into an eternal tunnel. You are dizzy, light-headed, going crazy, you swear. You’re going crazy, aren’t you? This can’t be real, can it?

You can’t believe it. You’re drowning, drowning in those chocolate eyes, sinking into his pupils, losing yourself in his gorgeous features. You drink him all in, his own face mirroring yours, in no doubt absolute shock or maybe even despair, his deadly stare making your breath hitch as it once did so long ago. He’d never lost his power over you, after all. The world is suspended around you, all operations ceased as you both continue to stare into each other’s eyes, the tension so palpable that it threatens to devour you whole. Your larynx seems to be glued shut, your tongue a stone in your mouth. There are no words, no way to express this feeling that washes over you upon seeing him again.

“Y/N…”

His voice. Your ears ring with his deep baritone, honey to your ears. You can’t help it: you quite literally swoon, despite the circumstances. His voice: it ignites a fire within you, warm tendrils of heat rising up from your stomach. Vibrations send throughout your core, making you lightheaded and sure that you’re about to fall. You remember his timber next to you in the dead of light, comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe, it’s okay, you’re here with me.

You hug your arms around yourself, trying to keep it all in, retain the strange feeling that was now foreign to you after months of cold. It’s been too long, after all - you’ve gone too long deprived of this humanness, comfort that radiated off of him.

Things are different now, Y/N.

Yes, they are. Your mind goes berserk once more, considering all of the scenarios. Why is he here? He probably just needs to go to the minimart - no, why would he come all this way, he lives pretty far as well, or maybe he’s waiting on a friend, no, maybe he’s brought a new girlfriend, maybe she’s with him right now waiting to jump out of the shadows. Maybe they’re both exchanging looks right now when I’m not looking, laughing, taunting me, this girl from the past who doesn’t deserve to be here, maybe they all think I’m a joke now, what am I doing, why, why, why?

You’re so lost in your thoughts that when Taehyung addresses you once more, you’re violently jolted out of your mind and nearly fall backwards, body forgetting everything but the sound of his voice.

“Y/N…” he says again, forcing you to look up at him. Your name splinters through the air from his lips, cutting through the frost and straight into your chest; you notice now that his voice seems tired, that he seems tired.

You finally regain some semblance of control over your frozen tongue, lips moving in an attempt to emit a sound, any sound. Your lips wrap around the sole syllable that comes to you like muscle memory, the only one that you manage to choke out.

“T-Tae…”

Your voice cracks, unable to continue. The prolonged eye-contact has got you weak, his pupils boring into your soul. You look into his eyes, reciprocating, and you notice that maybe they’ve lost their golden sheen, that they no longer twinkle with constellations of stars. And it’s then that you realize: maybe the year has taken a toll on him too.

Look at what you’ve done to him.

“T-Tae, I, I, I…” you sputter out, guilt flooding your system like a drug. There was nothing you could say, nothing you could tell him to cheat yourself out of the situation or paint yourself in a better light like you’re so used to doing. You’re not used to feeling this powerless, this weak. Taehyung was the only one who saw through the facade, the only one who allowed you to feel vulnerable. You couldn’t lie to him, you knew you couldn’t; there was no wheedling, no bullshitting, no lying yourself out of any sticky situation, which had caused you this whole trouble in the first place. You ran because you were too much of a coward to talk to him, to confide in him. And look where that’s gotten you.

“Why are you here?” he asks, burying his head in his hands. “Y/N, why are you here?”

Why am I here? You don’t really know as well, there’s nothing that you can say to him. Why am I here? To get over him? How are you even going to tell him? He has to think that you’re over him, that it’s done. Stop torturing yourself, and stop dragging him through this mess of your life. Tell him that it’s done.

“I… I came because…”

Y/N, say something?

“I came because I… I was looking for you.”

What the fuck?

His head snaps up, his piercing stare catching your gaze once again. “You were looking for me?”

You feel your heart stop.

“Umm… well, I mean, no, but, no, well actually if I think about it now, yeah, yeah I was looking for you,” you stammer, unable to produce a single cohesive line of thought. “I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that it’s over.”

Your own words are like a dagger twisting into your own heart and vaguely hear a choked sound breaking the awful, awful silence. Until you realize that it’s come from your own mouth, a sob that you hadn’t even realized that you were holding in.

A moment of charged silence goes by, yet louder than any noise that either of you could’ve let out. Never in your life has silence felt so utterly deafening, and you wish to cover your ears and scream it all out.

“You’re telling me this now?” Taehyung manages, features distorted in pain. “You’re telling me this now, a whole fucking year after you walk out the door without a single word to me?”

You look down at the ground, hating, blaming your traitorous mouth for saying something that you hadn’t fully thought through.

No, Y/N. You have to stop bringing everyone down.

You’ve lost all rational thought when you say, “yes, Taehyung. Yes. I had nothing to say to you then and nothing to say to you now. It’s done and it’s over.”

You couldn’t even say sorry?

The frosty wind brushes over the pair of you, causing you to shiver in your boots. You want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear, pretend that this never happened, that this was all a bad dream.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a security guard watching the whole exchanged with piqued interest. It’s none of your fucking business, you want to scream. It’s none of your fucking business. And yet you’re so humiliated, embarrassed at this whole mess that you’ve made of not only yourself but the situation in its entirety that you cannot muster up any words to merely defend yourself. You want to cry, sob, yell, scream.

“Fine, Y/N, it’s okay. You know what? It’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation, you don’t owe me anything, not an apology, not a reason, not your love. It’s okay. It’s fine. Maybe you never loved me, saw me in the same way. Maybe I just assumed, maybe it was wrong of me to assume. Maybe I was too optimistic, too in love with you that I had forced myself to believe the story that I had made up in my head, that you were in love with me too. Maybe I had wanted it, wanted you so bad that I had made myself believe it. Made myself believe that you were in love with me.”

Your heart instinctually reaches out to him, drumming feverishly against your fragile ribcage. No, you want to scream. No, Taehyung, you couldn’t be more fucking wrong. He doesn’t know the way your heart beats for him in the dead of night, how the mere thought of him sends shivers down your spine, how every cell in your body, every thread of your being aches, yearns for his presence with every hour, every minute, every second.

You feel your heart breaking, splintering into thousands, millions of tiny little fragments raining down like shards of glass. It hurts, it hurts like hell.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t force yourself into anything. There’s no need to anymore. There’s no more need to lie, no more need to pretend that you’re happy.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

It’s not the truth, you want to cry. It’s not. It’s the farthest from it. But you return his look, tight-lipped. You nod, despite the swell of emotions that are threatening to cut you in half at this very moment.

“You’re welcome.”

He reciprocates your nod and slowly, painfully, tears his eyes from yours. He stands up, gingerly, as if hesitating, and you want to tell him to stop, to sit back down, that you’re lying to him, that you want him, that you want him more than anything in this world. But you don’t, and he continues onto his feet, sparing you one last gaze.

“At least I get to say goodbye,” he says, wistfully. “At least I now have the chance to say goodbye.”

You’re sure that tears are streaming down your face at this point, little trails of ice making their way down your blushed cheeks. Your lips are tight, and you cannot, for the life of you, return his look.

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, you know he’s here, the familiar hold of his arms, your face finding itself nestled on the same spot on his chest, right above his heart. You feel it beat, gently, slowly, under your ear, a comforting rhythm that you’ve too often fallen asleep to, whispered to. Your arms instinctually wrap around his waist, and his head settles on the crook of your neck, the curve of his nose gently kissing your delicate skin. His warmth radiates from under his coat, and you soak it all in, collecting as much as you can. You are two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit, and you will this moment into eternity, searing it into your memory, wishing for the world to stop, stop right now and leave you in this moment forever. You’ve been lost, wandering, and have finally come home.

But forever doesn’t exist.

You’re struck with a blast of cold at his loss, feeling horribly empty. He steps away from you, and you’re almost certain that you see moisture in his eyes, tears threatening to break free. Every fiber of your being yearns for him, you want to reach out to him, extend the hug, shower him in kisses, make up and forget that this all even happened, but you’re too prideful. You can’t let yourself do this.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

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11:42am, March 12 2021

[taehyung]

I miss you.

I miss you as the seasons come and go, I miss you as I watch the world going to shit, losing all hope. I miss you when the wind blows, taking me along like a pointless man, destined for nowhere. I’ll miss you eternally; I’ll miss you when all the ice melts into the ocean, I’ll miss you when everything’s finally disappeared and there’s utter nothing left for me.

I miss you in the brightest mornings and the darkest nights, when the sun comes out to play and the rain starts pelting down like there’s no tomorrow. I’ll miss you in the loneliest winters and the blooming springs.

Everything reminds me of you. I am stuck in this eternal frost without you here; your loss has trapped me into this winter forever. I am slowly losing feel of my limbs as they succumb to the cold around me - everything has frozen into place, trapping me into the confines of this perpetual season. The world is closing in, I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. No longer do I have you to lead me out of this snow, no longer do I have you to hold my hand and bring me warmth through it all.

Why did you have to go?

Baby, did you know how much pain I’d be in when you’d left? Did you know how much it would hurt, how you’ve trapped me into this never-ending arctic, leaving me behind to freeze?

Did you know when you chose to go?

You’ve left me in ruins, my love. I can’t continue without you. I’m struggling to breathe, suffocating, as the world collapses inwards, threatening to bury me alive. I wait for you everyday, through all of the grief, the pain. I still wait for the day that you come back, that I get to see your face again.

Or maybe I’m a dumbass. I don’t know. Have you changed? Or is it I who has? Or perhaps, us both? I’m still a lovesick fool for you, Y/N, that I can tell you for sure. I can’t stop thinking of you, as the days pass, sun and moon taking their turns in the sky. I’m left, suffering in this darkness, bleakness without you here. I wonder if you’ll still be there at the end, when all ceases to exist. I wonder if I’ll see you again; how much more do I have to wait? How many more sleepless nights will have to pass before I can lay my eyes upon you again? How many days, months, years do I have to hold back before I get to feel you, touch you, kiss you, one more time?

Or maybe I’m being optimistic. You know what, Y/N, I’ll never see you again, maybe you’re better off without me. Maybe it’s all for the best, maybe it’s time for me to move on, maybe it’s time for you to move on. Maybe it really was not meant to be, maybe you really weren’t the one for me.

Then why can’t I get you out of my head?

Y/N, I wish I could just forget you. I wish you never existed, I wish I had never gotten to know you. Then it would be so much easier for me. I wish that you had ignored me, that you had turned me down when you had the chance. It would’ve been the most pain that I’d feel at the time, but believe me, it’s nothing compared to this.

Now I can’t get rid of you, no matter how hard I try. You’re there, you’re there when I lie down and close my eyes for the night, you’re there at work, hiding behind my papers and my laptop, waiting to take me out to lunch. You’re everywhere, baby, you’re in the car, riding shotgun and racing to connect to Bluetooth first, singing at the top of your lungs as we speed down the highway like the reckless teenagers that we were. I see you, hair tangled by the wind, belting out your favorite lyrics out of the roof of my convertible. And I remember thinking, for the hundredth time that night, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Damnit, Y/N, you’re standing by the mirror every morning when I get ready for my meetings, dainty fingers straightening my tie and planting a kiss on my lips. You got this, lover boy.

You’re there, and then you’re not. You flicker between reality and imagination, I cannot discern whether I’m living in a fever dream or simply hallucinating. You’re slipping through my hands like grains of sand: I’m losing more of you by the second, can’t seem to hold on to you. You’re disappearing, getting further and further away as all I can do is watch helplessly as you fall through my fingers.

Where are you now, Y/N?

I worry about you, I worry whether you’ve eaten well, whether you’ve slept well, whether you’ve had a good day at the office. Have you seen your parents lately? Have you had some time to yourself over the past days, have you overworked yourself as you often tend to do? Are you taking care of yourself?

Is it selfish of me to be wishing for you, thinking of you after all this time? Tell me, Y/N, is it wrong of me to be wanting you despite it having been over for so long now? You’ve probably moved on by now, considering how long it’s already been. Maybe you’ve met someone new, maybe you’re in love with someone else, maybe I’ve already been replaced with another man in your life.

Maybe I treated you wrong, maybe you didn’t feel like I loved you enough, maybe I didn’t make you feel special enough. I wish, Y/N, I wish that I could turn back time for you, I wish I could go back and be better for you, that I could fix all of the mistakes that I’ve made, wipe all of the tears that you might’ve cried for me, swallow up all of the pain that must’ve been plaguing you, to suck up the hurt that you were feeling back then. I wish you could give me all of the pain, I wish that I could’ve carried it all for you, shielded you from it all like how I should’ve done.

But it’s too late now, isn’t it?

You’ve met someone else by now, you’re laughing, smiling, whispering with another, kissing someone else’s lips, in love with your new man. And I’m still here, trying to get over you like the pathetic loser that I am. There are so many regrets, so many things that I wish that I could still tell you, so many errors, mistakes that I made. It’s all my fault. I want nothing more than to be able to get on my knees in front of you and apologize for everything. There are so many more words, so many moments that I want nothing more than to be spending with you.

I’m still in love with you.

I think I always will be, Y/N. I know it’s selfish of me. I really can’t help it. I’m sorry.

You came into my life like a whirlwind, taking all of me along for the ride. And now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do with myself no longer. I’ve been swept away with you and my fate will forever be left in your hands. There’s nothing left for me here, not in my work nor art. All that’s left is you. You are the only thing keeping me going now - I live another day, endure another night hoping for you, waiting for the day that I will finally see you again. I open my eyes for you in the mornings, in hopes of laying them upon your figure once more.

Maybe it’ll all be for nothing, I know. Maybe I’ll never see you again. But there’s nothing left for me, remember? I’m willing to take my chance. For when I finally do see you once more, it will all be worth it.

I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so fucking much. My heart beats for you, my lungs breathe for you. My every cell in my entire being aches so desperately for you, for you and you only. And so I’ll wait for you. I promise. I’ll be here for you, waiting for the day that I get to catch a glimpse of you, to be there when you need a shoulder to cry on, for when you need even the littlest, tiniest thing. I’m ready to give you the world, baby. I’m ready to right all my wrongs, to treat you like the fucking queen that you are. I’m going to treat you the way that you deserve.

When that time comes, my heart will be happy. When the time comes that I see you again, that I hear your voice again, your laugh again, it’ll be okay. All this pain will fade away to nothing. Don’t worry about me, darling, I’ll always be here, waiting. Waiting for you, until the end.

I promise.

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ohtobeabookmark · 3 years

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StarLight - Prologue (on Wattpad)

Two girls. Two tickets. And an unexpected encounter which left a worldwide celebrity star-struck and one random tourist to Korea with a phone call that changed her life. Sometimes it becomes hard to believe things simply because they are too good to true. And sometimes that in itself is enough to stop these things from happening. The heart often leads people to places the mind deems impossible and that is where it begins for these two.

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How much does this lady speak?

This was my first thought when I started hearing her babbling non-stop in English and this is still the thought running through my head as I watched her to see how she’s gonna get out of this little pickle with that tongue of hers.

I mean does she really think everyone who stands on a ledge is about to kill themselves? Even if I could converse excellently in English I wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgewise. Even Namjoon hyung would have run for his life.

She is turning back now and looking at me with an expression that can only be described as one that is…absolutely terrified.

Well, she did get herself stuck in a hole in the ground with a strange man. It would probably be a dream come true if I decide to reverse the situation with a small reveal. But I decided against it. Who knew if she was even sane, what with all that jumping she does into ridiculous conclusions. Does she think everybody who stands on a ledge are going to the kill themselves?!

“Ch-cham-chamshimanyo…can you turn around for a bit? I need to climb up but I really can’t do it without hiking my dress up a bit…so if you would please…”

Should I say it? No…i wanna see where this goes…

I do turn around.

And walk around the rock we are standing on, onto the mud steps I climbed down to get here in the first place, walk over the ledge of the rock on top and look down.

She did manage to climb halfway up.

Impressive, with that attire too…and boots on top of it!

She still hasn’t seen me. I clear my throat from above and she looks up only to let out a yelp and loose her balance. I immediately extend my hand towards her and she attempts to grasp on to me, but ends up scratching me in the process of reaching out to a root sticking out.

“How the hell did you reach up!”

I straightened up and turned my head in the direction of the steps.

She let out a huff and climbed down to walk up the steps, now stomping in my direction.

“So you just let me do all that acrobatics when you knew there was another way out? Im sure my desperation wasn’t lost within the language barrier. I mean the message would have been clear when I started hitching my skirt up at least!”

“I am sorry” I say with both my palms raised up in surrender, lest she jumps on me or something. She looked really mad.

“So much for trying to save your ass!” She scoffs. And with it she kind of shifts her weight to one leg as she crossed her arms. The only problem was she was right at the ledge and her boot slipped.

I jumped forward and caught her before she fell, my hands securing her firmly by the waist.

At that moment the stadium floodlights flashed for the test run. The blinding light hit her eyes and for a moment her face was in the spot light revealing dark brown eyes framed by the longest lashes I had ever seen. She soon began blinking and twitching in my arms. I released her. But only after whispering, “So much for you trying to save my ass.”

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cherryyjjk · 4 years

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my knight in shining armor [2]

originally posted by armywithbangtan

summary: the school bad boy has taken a liking to flirting and asking you out during school, even after rejecting him. what’ll happen when someone else uses force?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst / fluff / skool luv affair! au / bad boy! au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: harrassment

A/N: i’m sososo sad this one got deleted tOO and like asldkalksdj i just wanna share my writing is that so hard !! that’s it i’m writing on google docs or smth

Taehyung was confused about a lot of things. He was confused about the math homework, why his alarm didn’t go off this morning, how to not get mad at his teachers, but recently and most importantly: you. He was confused about you and your entire persona. You were the cutest freshman, and person, he had ever met. Your loud laughter always brought a smile to his face and he had made it his goal to make you laugh more. He looked at you a lot, and he knew you would stare at him too. Whenever he flirted with you, you would avoid his eyes and blush, embarrassed out of your mind. But then, a few seconds later, you would reject him.

Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I’ve misread her intentions. He wondered to himself while walking to class. He had always been late to school. That is, until you showed up. With your dazzling smile, (e/c) eyes that sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about. The skip in your step when you saw him. He was dazed in and out of class, but the teacher wouldn’t reprimand him. Though he was only a sophomore, he was still pretty strong and being the “bad boy” made you known for your scary nature.

The bell rang and Taehyung was the first one out of the class, desperate to find you. He didn’t even bring a backpack to school, so he was light on his feet.

“Hey Taehyung! Where are you going?” A familiar voice said behind him. Taehyung looked behind him to find Jimin running up to him while his other five friends walking leisurely in their direction.

“I’m going to find (Y/N),” he responded, looking at his friend like it was obvious. He hadn’t been able to see you this morning and it was already taking a toll on his mood.

His friend group laughed and Namjoon, one of the juniors in the group, asked, “Taehyung, that girl doesn’t want you. Why don’t you find someone else?”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, and frowned. He didn’t think his friends would understand. He knew his group of friends had a bad history in relationships, how they were marked as the player bad boys. But he knew them better, they were good people. Albeit, a bit emotionally unavailable.

Taehyung tried his best to come up with and explanation but trying to stay respectful, he just responded, “Hyungs, you wouldn’t understand.”

He walked away from his friends to a particular tree outside, away from the lunch tables and everyone else. You two would usually talk there, without anyone interrupting or anything. It was bliss. Taehyung turned the corner, already feeling a bit happier about the situation.

“Hey, Y/N, I—” Taehyung started, only to find that there was no one under the tree. He paused, confused about where you could be.

Where could she be? He wondered, looking around but only getting more frustrated. Maybe she had ditched me?.

Dejected, Taehyung stuffed his hands into his pant pockets and hunched his shoulders.

I mean, it’s me. A bad boy, no one cares about me other than for fame. Y/N doesn’t care for me, like I do her.

Taehyung turned around and lifted his foot to walk away when—

SMASH

Taehyung froze in his tracks. His eyes widened and he slowly looked up. On the next floor, he could see through a window a girl with her back facing him. He knew that figure anywhere. It was you.

You looked like you were shielding yourself from something, probably whatever made that crash sound. But what was scarier to Taehyung was who he could see. A guy slowly approaching you.

Taehyung started to get mad. Whoever this guy was, he had no right to be near his—

His..his what? His girlfriend? No, she isn’t my girlfriend. I told myself that I shouldn’t get involved with her anymore. Taehyung scolded himself, trying to tear his eyes away from the scene. He closed his eyes and tried breathing deeply to calm his nerves.

He heard another sound, like something hitting glass and steeled himself not to look up. Taehyung knew if he did, he would storm into that class and it wouldn’t be pretty. Getting increasingly frustrated, Taehyung lost all his resolve and looked up to see you looking uncomfortable under the other guy’s glare and his hand trapping you. You whimpered and turned your head to the side and Taehyung caught a glimpse of a red mark. It was a cut from the glass and it looked painful.

Taehyung only saw red. He started running through the field and pushed at least a dozen people out of the way. But he didn’t care. All he could see was you, and your cut, and the way you looked scared.

He was halfway up the stairs when he heard it. Your scream. But you weren’t just screaming for help. You screamed his name.

“Taehyung!”

If even possible, he ran faster, almost tripping over his own two feet before he was outside the classroom door. He tried to yank the door open but it wouldn’t budge. He kicked it a few times before ramming the side of his body through and it finally gave way. He was panting and his hands were balled up into fists. In the room, Chin-hwa was still staring at Y/N but seemed annoyed at the interruption. His two friends had been trying to hold the door down to stop Taehyung from getting through and were now rolled on the floor. The two guys were looking up to Taehyung’s furious face and if looks could kill, they’re both be six feet underground.

“T-Taehyung,” You whispered, a little afraid after looking at his face. You tried moving towards him but your wrist was still trapped in Chin-hwa’s and the other was crushed by his body. Chin-hwa felt you moving and smirked before pushing you against the window again, resulting you groaning in pain. Taehyung walked over to the both of you and grabbed Chin-hwa’s arm.

“Huh, what do you—” Chin-hwa started before his body was ripped from Y/N’s side, falling onto nearby desks. He grunted in pain, before hastily getting up.

“What the—? Who do you think you are? Huh?!” He yelled, holding his head from the pain while his two friends were shaking behind him.

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” Taehyung spat, turning his head to face the junior and his fists becoming white from how strong he was holding them.

The three bullies all paled in fear. Though they were all older, the bad boy group called Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS, was well-known in the school to be the strongest and scariest boys. If you angered one, you would anger them all, and that would definitely not be pretty. The bullies, still shaking, shoved each other and ran out of the classroom as fast as they could. When Taehyung knew they had left, he turned around to face you.

He didn’t say anything and his face became expressionless, all he did was hold out a hand for you to take. Still shocked from everything, you slowly placed your hand in his. He slowly guided you forward and sat you down on a desk before letting go of your hand. He then turned them to see the fading red marks from Chin-hwa’s fingers and slowly rubbed them. Eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned, he then padded his finger to the cut on your left cheek. His finger burned on the cut and you hissed in pain, causing him to retract his hand from your face and loosing some warmth. Taehyung continued to help you and slowly the silence became awkward.

“Y-you came..” You said, surprised by how quiet your voice had gotten. You cast your eyes on your feet, feeling small under his gaze.

Maybe this is where he leaves.. You wondered and shut your eyes tight to stop the tears from escaping.

Taehyung gently smiled and took your chin into his hand and lifted your head slightly, making you open your eyes. You were looking at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes but you had a frown on your face. Taehyung couldn’t understand why you looked so sad.

Did you not want me here? You called me, right? He thought to himself.

“Of course I did, Y/N. I saw you through the window and then heard your scream. I swear if that Chin-hwa ever even looks at you again, I’ll—“ He stopped in his tracks when he realized you had put your arms around him and were pushing your face into his chest.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure and held you there. You were crying and shaking like a leaf. It broke Taehyung’s heart. After calming down, you parted from his warm body but still clutching his shirt for comfort. You looked away for a moment.

“I-I didn’t think you cared about me. I was so s-scared when he came onto me but I tried being strong! Like you always told me to be,” You said, starting out a little shaky but gaining confidence with every word, “And he was so close. I-I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe you returned my feelings..? And would come..”

“Y/N.”

“O-Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I should shut up now. It was wishful thinking that maybe you liked me back.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I’ll get g-going. Don’t worry! I won’t tell a-anyone and w-we never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N!” Taehyung scolded, still holding you in his arms.

He wiped away the stray tears that had passed your eyes. He lowered his hands from your arms and interlocked them with your hands and lightly brushed over your knuckles in comfort. He lifted his face and kissed your forehead.

“Not only are you the cutest person ever but also the most oblivious. Huh?”

“W-What? Taehyung, I’m so confused.”

“I like you, cutie.” He smirked, though there was a hint of blush on his cheeks.

You’re eyes widened and your frown broke into a smile. You yelled out in glee before wrapping your arms around his neck. Not expecting the sudden embrace, Taehyung fell backwards onto the floor but safely secured you in his arms before hitting the ground. He groaned in pain and looked at you to see you still smiling into his neck.

“Oh god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me.”

The both of you laughed and stayed there hugging for a while. Until you heard the school bell ring. You immediately got up and started panicking about being late to class. Taehyung watched you in amusement before guiding you away from the broken glass, handing you your backpack and grabbing your hand. The two of you walked down the main hallway when everyone that were passing by stopped to stare. People started to whisper and you put your head down from all the attention. Taehyuung looked at you once before smirking and tugging you towards him. He wrapped an arm around you and kept walking like nothing happened while you were blushing like crazy. He saw his friends around a few lockers and winked at them while some had their mouths open and others laughing and shaking their heads. The rest of the school day was basically just that.

The last bell rang and for the first time, you were the one rushing out of class with all the other students. You tried to get by through the crowd but you were tossed around. Out of nowhere, you were gently moved into someone’s arms and the sea of people suddenly parted. You looked up to see Taehyung holding you and walking you to the first entrance of the school before he stopped right outside the gates. He paused before taking both of your hands into his and turning to face you. He looked straight at you with a serious expression, confusing and scaring you for a moment, before his mouth turned into a boxy-smile that you loved.

“Well cutie, I guess we have to say goodbye.”

“Ahh, you don’t have to call me cutie all the time you know.”

“Oh yeah? Then how is anyone gonna know that we like each other, hmm?”

“B-Because! We’re now a couple..And that means you’re mine!”

Taehyung smirked, he was enjoying the newly shown confidence you were talking in. He wasn’t used to you being so straightforward, but he liked it. And he liked you.

“Oh yeah, cutie? Well, too bad. You’re mine so I can call you cutie.”

You smiled and stepped forward so your feet were touching. You looked up/down at his confused expression before kissing his cheek. It was Taehying’s time for his face to turn red. His eyes widened and he stuttered from the kiss, speechless. You giggled and took the chance to squeeze his hand before letting go.

“Bye, Taehyung.”

“B-Bye, Y/N.”

He waved at you while you walked away and was instantly approached by his group of friends. They patted him on the back and congratulated him for winning the girl’s heart. He laughed with his friends before looking fondly into the distance at your retreating figure, wondering what was in store in the future. But as long as he was with you, and you were with him, he didn’t have to worry.

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taesap · 2 years

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When he doesn’t love you; Kim Taehyung

Pairing; Taehyung x (partner) F! reader

Warning; breakups?

Genre; sad angst

-@taesap

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a/n: i wrote this a long time ago, so i apologise if it is sucky although i did try to refine it the best i could without taking away from it, the actual plot. i wrote this for the prompt i read that went; “I’m sorry I was so hard to love.” i hope you like my take on this deep, depressing prompt! <3

Author’s P.O.V

He disregarded her, again. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her because he dreaded it. He dreaded the grief in her eyes. He dreaded the one question she would ask. He blamed himself even when he wasn’t at fault. But didn’t he break her? Didn’t he put her through endless suffering? He sinned despite never committing crime.

Your P.O.V

Your boyfriend overlooked your date once more. He invariably ignored you and used the same explanation every time. At first, you believed him but doubt slowly made its way into your mind and you couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone else? Every day, these very thoughts took over your life. You deserved to know the truth, even if it would break you. You wanted peace, and you were determined to find it. Picking up your phone you dialled his number. Voicemail. You sighed and recorded a message for him.

“Hey Taehyung, I know you’re busy… as always but whenever you’re free, do call me back, this is important” You put down your phone, eyes darted towards the frame resting on your desk. It was a picture of you with him. Tears formed in your eyes, blurring your vision.

His P.O.V

I played Y/n’s voicemail over and over, it chipped at my heart more and more every time.

“I can’t bring myself to look at her” I sighed “I hate myself for being attracted to someone else when I know that Y/n is waiting for me at home. I hate how I make her doubt herself when I’m the one who’s at fault here. I can’t even look at myself because I feel the shame.” Tears formed in the corner of my eyes threatening to fall.

“Taehyung…” Jin sympathised “Falling out of love isn’t a bad thing. Feelings come and go, there’s nothing you can do to change that. Everyone has a person and you just don't belong to each other. My suggestion to you is, tell her. Tell her how you feel and how you don’t love her anymore, ignoring her will break you and her.”

I, finding wisdom in his words, decided to return Y/n’s calls

“Hey...Y/n how are you?” I asked

“Taehyung, you...you called” Her voice wavered.

“Do you want to meet up today? I’ll come over at 8?”

“That sounds great. I’ll see you at my house then?”

“Yeah, bye Y/n”

“Bye, I love you,” She said and I winced. I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t lie so I hung up, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Time Flash; 7:45 pm

Your P.O.V

The bell rang and your heart skipped a beat. He was here. You rushed over to open it and there he stood. He had a bouquet and a paper bag.

“Hey,” you murmured

“Hey yourself,” he gave you a weak smile and made his way to the couch.

He took a seat and handed you the bouquet and bag “This is for you, you like lilies, right?” You hum and placed them on the table.

“So Taehyung uh ab-”

“Y/n I have to tell you something, and before I do, you have every right to be mad at me but please, hear me out.” He looked at you, eyes softening. “Y/n I- I’m sorry. I lost feelings for you. I was being drawn to others and I-” His voice broke. “I know I promised that I would never leave you but I did just that” His eyes moistened. Tears blurring your vision, you fought them back and tried to form an answer. You wanted to ask him. You wanted answers. You wanted to say so much but all you could manage was “It’s okay, feelings can be lost as swiftly as they’re gained” His eyes widened. “You’re not mad? I broke my promise. I hurt you!”

“It’s okay, promises are meant to be broken.” After a moment of calm, you broke the silence “What’s their name?” He looked down not wanting to face you. “She’s… a colleague at work it’s- it’s not important. We haven’t even interacted or anything-” His voice wavered, he abruptly stood up and looked back at you one last time “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you”

“I’m sorry I was so hard to love,” You replied and slammed the door shut, leaning against the doorframe.

You could hear his sniffling on the opposite side knowing he’s in the same state as you.

The heart is a fool. Loves even those who break you without mercy.

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hoebaring · 1 year

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quest 8 and the passage "Y/n had always thought of marriage as a fragilely strong bond. If one was lucky and wise, it could bring immense joy, and peace to a person. To have their loved one willing to be there for them through every step in their life from that sacred moment, sharing both happiness, and suffering. What better person to spend life with, than the one who brought out the best in her? What better person to be with, than him?"

ah, you mean question 18?

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Well, there's not really much of a backstory to it🤫It's just a raw thought of mine that I put into words over here! In fact, all of my works usually, if I may put it in fancy words, contain my views on subjects that I hold dear and close to my heart, and that's exactly what you're reading in this paragraph:) maybe that's why I abolsutely love writing. it helps me explore my own thoughts. kinda like i'm speaking to you guys about all of my thoughts💝✨

Author G <3

#taehyungfanfic #taehyungff #btsff #imagine #fanfiction #btswriter #hoebaring #askgame #btsfanfic #writing #author g rants

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jungkookie101 · 3 years

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Met In Detention || KIM TAEHYUNG (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/48258731?utm_source=android&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Taekookie158&wp_originator=9VYodNsfDZmqTiyDam%2FOKxp4cVDRxDYzga2IBALqc4Zu52b9nBpiNld7jFg17lGsvG4zXRoC7eI4kZv9RZuNN287XaK7dbt%2BYMxi%2BiF7uIiLWYJR%2B8OSWvs514KNMSLs "Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his…

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kutemouse · 4 years

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Never Really Over

Disclaimers: I made and edited the above gif myself. That’s why I’ve used the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use, just please give me credit for the edit! I used some of the lines from Katy Perry’s lyrics to inspire and write this, but they belong to Katy.

So this imagine was inspired by the Katy Perry song “Never Really Over,” which, when I heard it for the first time, reminded me of the way my bias works. Yes, I am a Taehyung bias, but every two weeks or so, one of the other members of BTS wrecks me, and I mean WRECKS me to the point where I think, “This is it. This is when I change my bias.” But then Taehyung does something or posts a picture, and I instantly zip right back to him. I’ve been this way since I started stanning BTS, idk why, low-key, I think I’m secretly an OT7 fan.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like always), ANGST with a happy ending, Taehyung being a sweetie-pie, no smut, might make a part two with smut idk, honestly, I hope this makes you laugh more than anything.

Word Count: 2,187

Summary: It had been two years since you broke up with Taehyung, and you were finally at the point where he stopped randomly popping into your head. But that didn’t stop him from randomly popping up on your social media, wrecking you into oblivion, and making you do stupid things.

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Oh no. Not again. I’m not falling into this rabbit hole again, not today, not ever. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, that I’d draw the line and never think of you again, and I did. Or so I thought.

I tentatively scrolled down my feed back to the video of you singing your heart out to a sea of adoring fans, feeling a twinge in my chest as your voice reverberated throughout the stadium. How I missed that deep rumble, the one that drew me out of sleep each morning with a chuckle and a kiss.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push all thoughts of you out of my head. I didn’t miss you. I didn’t miss anything about you, no-siree, I was over you. Ugh, who was I kidding? I couldn’t even go on the internet without seeing you. I was losing it.

“Fuck this,” I thought, standing up from the bench and heading towards my favorite cafe. The bell over the door tinkled, bringing a memory to the forefront of my mind.

We sat in the booth in the far corner so we could have as much privacy as the cafe would allow. “It’s happening, jagiya,” he murmured, taking my hand. “I’m going on tour. I won’t be back for nearly a year.”

“I know,” I muttered in reply, looking down at my lap. I couldn’t be angry, hell, I couldn’t even be sad. We both knew this was coming. Ever since BTS’s popularity shot through the roof, he’s been getting more and more busy, constantly at practice, song-writing, or travelling.

“Hey, we can make this work,” he said, his voice soothing over the pain I was beginning to feel. “I’ll always come back to you, jagi.”

He reached over and grasped my cup, taking a sip from it before squinching his eyes up cutely. I laughed and playfully grabbed for it back. “Hey, that’s mine!”

“I don’t even know how you can drink this,” he said, still grimacing. “Coffee is so bitter.”

“It’s an acquired taste,” I said, giggling.

“Miss?”

A voice brought me back to reality, and I blinked a couple times before looking at the barista. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. “I asked what you’d like to order.”

“Oh, uh… Hmmm, an iced Americano for today, thanks.”

“You got it. I’ll have it ready in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

I paid then sat down in a booth to wait, fiddling with my phone. My finger touched the fingerprint pad, powering on my screen to show that video once more. Cursing, I closed the app and jammed the thing back into my pocket.

“Miss? Your Americano is ready.”

I stood and took the cup from the girl, walking quickly back outside and sitting down on the bench again. I just couldn’t escape you. It’s like no matter what I did, you were there. You were always there… and not just because your face covered the internet the way clouds covered the earth. You were always in the back of my mind.

I felt my self-control slowly trickling away as I drew my phone out of my pocket, clicked it on, and opened a new message, typing in your name as the recipient. I never deleted your number, scared of breaking the last possible tie I had to you.

Ugh, no, stop. It’s done. It’s been done for two years now. I left my phone in my lap, trying and failing to concentrate on drinking my coffee instead. We parted amicably, with both of us acknowledging that our relationship was over due to you not being able to be the boyfriend I needed. Still, for weeks after we separated, I couldn’t help jumping every time someone knocked at my door, thinking it was you, or stopping guys on the street who even slightly resembled you. That had all faded away, though, so why were my nerves on fire once more?

Our relationship was terrible, or at least it was towards the end. You were constantly gone, and didn’t have time to call or video-chat me. You had to send me text messages on the down-low, scared your company would find out about us and force us apart, or that delulu fangirls would find out about me and come after me. We only spent time together twice in the last six months of our relationship, and I was beginning to get sick of explaining to my friends and interested guys why I was unavailable to date. The second time I saw you, you came over to my apartment wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically as he shed his disguise. “I had to circle the block a couple times… make sure I wasn’t followed.”

I threw my hands up. “This is insane!”

“What is?”

“This! This relationship! Taehyung, I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t normal!”

His mouth dropped open at my proclamation. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away.

Taehyung grasped my arms with his large, soft hands. “Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Let’s just talk about this.”

And talk we did. For hours. And we both came to the same conclusion: That our relationship was no longer working and in order for us to both be happy, we needed to let each other go. I reached up and touched my lips, remember the way you kissed me for the last time. Hard and deep, with both large hands on either side of my face, you kissed me until my heart broke cleanly in two.

Yet, even after all the pain I went through, I was surprised to find myself missing you even weeks after our break-up. Yeah, we were a mess, but it was the best mess I’d ever been in. By the time I figured out that life with you in it, as seldom as that actually was, was still better than life without you entirely, it was too late. You had moved on, and were becoming one of the biggest names in k-pop, no, in the world, ever. I had moved on, too… or so I thought.

Sure, I dated other guys. I even had a relationship that lasted a good six months… but none of it ever felt right. I broke up with the guy after he hinted he wanted to move in together, realizing it would never feel right no matter how much I tried to force it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked it open, staring at your name at the top of the text. What would happen if I just sent a simple, “Hey?” I let myself indulge in my imagination, thinking about the way you’d ecstatically respond, instantly sparking a conversation and lighting up my deadened heart. After a few days of texting, you’d ask to video chat, and I’d see the face that cracked my heart and soul into pieces, but this time, you were intent on mending all that. You’d come over just like old times, and we’d spend night after night together, intertwined so close we practically become one… But then you’ll leave. Again. Work will call, or your manager, or one of the other members, and you’ll leave spouting useless apologies and empty promises. Then I’ll have to get over you again.

Draw the line, I told myself. Draw it. No more. Yet even as I was thinking it, the side of me that missed you put a toe over that line, inching towards completely diving headfirst into the shit show I knew we’d forever be.

I opened the social media app again and watched that video of you singing for the third time. “Fuck it,” I thought, switching back to my messaging app and typing out a message.

Me: Hey. Just caught myself thinking about you and wondered how you’ve been. I miss you.

I stared at it for a good thirty seconds, my thumb hovering over the send button the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed down, slowly opening them to see the circle going ‘round and ‘round, trying to send.

Wait, no. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trip up after two whole years. I frantically tapped on the message, trying to delete it, but then the dreaded check mark appeared. Sent.

“Fuck!” I cried out, startling the closest passerby.

“Sorry,” I muttered, looking down at my lap, my cheeks flooding with warmth. How the hell had you trickled back in? I drew that line, I did, I did, but now I’d tripped up. I sipped from my coffee cup, keeping my eyes on my phone screen the entire time. Nothing. You were probably busy. Hell, you’d probably changed your number for all I knew.

With that thought comforting me, I threw my cup into the nearest recycling bin and began the five-minute trek back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with studying, my fingers hovering over my phone every now and then, tempted to check it. At around the same time the sun was going down, my phone finally beeped and I snatched it up.

Damn. It was just my classmate asking a question about the essay we were assigned. I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone somewhere on the floor before flopping backwards on my bed. It was over. Has been for quite some time. I didn’t know why I expected anything more.

My phone beeped again, and I sat up so fast I made myself dizzy. It beeped again, and I yeeted myself off the bed and frantically began searching through the ocean of clothes that littered my floor. Shit, where did that damn thing go? I hadn’t chucked it that far, had I?

I dug through the random piles of my belongings, making even more of a mess as I hunted my phone down. It started ringing, and I whirled around at the sound, seeing my screen shine through a random tank top. I stumbled towards it, hands outstretched, and grabbed at it, the phone slipping through my hands like soap and falling back to the floor.

“FUCK!” I yelled out just before a knock at my door made me whip my head around.

Leaving the damn phone, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards my front door, taking a second to run a hand through my curls in an attempt to smooth them down, before I whipped open the door.

My mouth dropped open in a gasp, eyes widening as I took you in, one hand still holding the phone to your ear, the other shoved sheepishly in your jean pocket. “Hi,” was all you said. Mouth still open like a gaping fish, I wordlessly stepped aside to let you in.

Closing the door behind you, I finally managed to get some words out. “How… Wait, why…?”

You chuckled, the buttery-smooth deep bass of your voice causing tingles to break out all over my body. “I got your text, Y/n.”

“Wait, was that… that was you calling?” I asked, my voice coming out strained. “Sorry I didn’t pick up, I was-”

“It’s fine,” you said, waving my apology off. “I know you’re probably busy… and honestly, I don’t know why I’m here other than the fact that I…”

You trailed off, and I swallowed, anticipating the dreaded words. You were here because you needed to remind me that we were done. That there was nothing between us anymore. That you had a girlfriend.

“That I… Well, that I miss you too.”

For the second time that evening, my mouth dropped open. “You what?” I squeaked.

You chuckled once more, but this time, you had a trace of uneasiness in your chocolate-brown eyes. “I miss you, you dork.”

I didn’t bother trying to speak anymore, I just acted. I rushed towards you, grabbing both of your cheeks, and kissed you with everything I had. You grunted in surprise before grabbing me by the waist, steadying both of our stances, and moving your lips around mine, fully kissing me back. The second we separated, you drew me back in, even going so far as to swipe a mischievous tongue over my bottom lip, causing me to groan in pleasure.

We finally pulled apart, panting a little, your eyes bright, a wide smile on your face. “It’s been two whole years, though,” I said.

“Yeah, and the entire time, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” you murmured, peppering light kisses along my cheek. “I won’t let you get away this time.”

I sighed and curled up against your chest, once again falling hard for the way my head seemed to fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, and the way your hands seemed to meld with my love handles. It was like we were made for each other.

Well then. I thought we were done, but I guess it’s never really over, is it?

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peppusae · 4 years

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[kth] lavender honey ch. 7

note: this fanfic has multiple chapters, so please look forward to more!

lavender honey: kim taehyung x reader

genre: crack, fluff, college au, smut

word count: 3k words

lavender honey

ch 7: in which taehyung achieves his dream of world dominance. at least... in the world of your stupid thoughts.

The drive back is filled with jazz music.

Taehyung sits at the passenger seat, half-pouting at a stubborn Namjoon who did not give in, even when the younger male had asked him to rest.

So, instead, Taehyung continues to jam to jazz music and acting as if you all were inside a karaoke box. It’s lively for a change, so you find yourself giggling as you exchange chats with Jungkook here and there.

When a slow song comes on and Namjoon’s gaze goes to the way Taehyung’s deep voice sings the soft song, you put your phone down and listen to the younger male as well. You couldn’t see his face from your seat in the back seat, but you became acutely aware of some little details that you had never noticed before.

Kim Taehyung has the most beautiful shoulders, it fits his posture and build really well. It

You notice for the first time that his hair is growing out, a mullet of sorts.

Shit. That’s hot.

The nape of his neck is so smooth, and you can see the veins in his neck as he sings the song in a very sorrowful voice.

Oh.

This is too much, seriously.

Your subconscious mind, Minji is being extra horny today.

You shut your eyes tight and try to get the nasty visions your nastyass brain was forming in your head as far away from you as possible.

And then, you wake up.

You could feel a huge cramp on the left side of your neck, and when you begin to stretch the pain away, you realize that you’re still inside the car, and someone was next to you.

“T-Taehyung?”

“Ah, my dear cauliflower. You finally decided to wake up?”

Cauliflower?

That isn’t even worth questioning..

You yawn in response, stretching yourself a little and looking outside. “Ah, we reached? Where’s Joon?”

“He’s inside. For now, let’s get off.” Taehyung says, and you nod, opening the door and the two of you climb outside.

“Wait. How is it already night, we left from Ilsan in the evening, and the drive shouldn’t have taken more than half an hour, and you were in the passenger seat so why were you in the back just now-”

“You really should leave that nasty habit you have of dumping ten billion questions at once.” He has to say. “And you use varying registers for each word and it hurts my ears.”

“I use varying what?!”

“Anyway. Go back in, here’s the key to the car.” Taehyung says, throwing it at you and you manage to catch in. Score! “I’ll head off home. Rest well today, yeah?”

It’s kinda annoying that he wouldn’t wait for a response. Maybe it’s a guy thing. To say something cool and then turn around and walk off. Taehyung even has his hands in his pockets like the thug wannabe kid he probably is, as well. Is that a trend, now?

You watch him bring the door of the gate to a close, and then walk off, and honestly. Peach is such a hot color on him.

It’s kinda stupid, but peach is perfect on Taehyung’s hair because it makes him look beautiful during bright light, and very… attractive, at night, when the light is fading and the hue of peach darkens a little.

Why are you thinking about Taehyung’s hair at a time like this, what even.

You heave out a big sigh, opening the door and getting inside your house. You find Namjoon in his room, by his study desk, and he watches you take a seat on his bed.

“So. You slept in the car for two hours. How do you feel?”

“I what ?!”

“Yes you did. You fell asleep right after Taehyungie finally started driving, and I was gonna wake you up but he didn’t want to. So he stayed with you until you woke up.”

This makes your mouth wide open in shock, wondering just why on Earth he would stay for so long, when he could have just woke you up and asked you to go to bed at your own home.

See. This is going to go on to the list of the 54920435 things that will forever baffle you, in regards to Kim Taehyung. The mysteries are endless, and if someone is gonna do urban legends on the 21st century in the year 3829, you feel bad at how many things they’ll have to learn about Taehyung.

So instead, you wish Namjoon a good night and retire to your room, where you stare at the ceiling for God knows how long, before you fall asleep again.

‘Noona. Are you back? Can I call you?’

A text is waiting for you when you wake up on Sunday morning.

A couple seconds after you reply with a ‘yes’, Jungkook makes the call.

Not just sexy but also a reliable man! What a catch!!

“I… I found out Taehyungie-hyung went to Ilsan to visit you… I had no idea, Noona. If I knew, I’d have gone with him, as well.”

You shake your head, giving him a smile in response. Wait a sec. This is a phone call bro.

Oh yeah.

“It’s fine, Kookie. I’m fine, really. I just had a hard day, but I’m okay, now. Joon is, too.”

“Noonim. If you don’t have other plans, I’d like to prepone our date for tomorrow, to today.”

“I’d like that, Jungoo.”

“I’ll pick you up in an hour, Noonim.” Jungkook says, before he hangs up.

He shows up five minutes early.

Your mouth is an ‘o’ like those naan you crave to perfect when Joon announces that Jungkook has shown up. Since you were not finished getting ready yet, you ask Namjoon to bring the kid inside till you finish.

Since finding out that Jungkook feels… that…. Uh? Positive… Wanna-go-out kind of feelings towards you, you find yourself changing a little in the sense that your allowance each month goes towards buying beauty products instead of useless junk food.

You even bought one of those stupid… tweezers…

Bruh. What were you even becoming?

Jeon Jungkook is quite famous among the freshmen, and you’ve had some of your classmates ask about what your relationship was, when you two had been wearing the totally-obvious-as-fuck clothing on your first date day.

What really was your relationship with Jungkook? Even Taehyung had asked the same question and you didn’t really have much of a solid answer to give.

Oh shit. That might have been the first time you didn’t have a good answer to give to Kim Taehyung.

Dammit. You really hope Seokjin manages to prepare that memory-erasing potion he fantasizes on creating. It’d be nice to wipe that memory away from his head.

And also that time when you came down to the living room to get ice after you’d finished waxing and you were only wearing your towel around your body and Taehyung had been chillaxing with Namjoon and discussing which member from Stranger Things went through the most development.

That’s some quality discussion, now that you think about it.

You also hope you could erase the memory of him watching you slather on makeup for your first date. Crazy as shit, but you still think about that… disappointed expression on his face.

Is this what doom feels like?

Now that you think some more, you’d probably use the potion on erasing only things related to Taehyung.

Why are we even (silent) discussing fantasy potions even, how is Seokjin gonna create a memory-erasing potion when he can’t even figure out and notice how obvious it is that Namjoon likes him back.

Send help now.

You shake your head and race down the stairs after you get ready. Jungkook is sitting on the sofa next to Namjoon, and you didn’t even know that Taehyung hadn’t left for home yet.

So, the two Kim boys and one Jeon boy are just chilling around the coffee table, playing uno.

Uno? L a m e.

Okay, Uno isn’t really lame, but you were expecting them to do something more wild and less mediocre… Maybe having a mini parkour marathon.

Okay, you’ve watched way too much of prince of stride episodes.

Jungkook looks up when you finally come over to the living room.

“Noonim!”

“Noonim?!” Namjoon’s voice echoes in startlement. Out of context, sure, that sounds a bit weird. Who even calls people that anymore, this is the age of blossoming Noona-romances, after all-

Minji does a double flip in your head, so you tell her to calm the fuck down.

“[Name]-noona is older than me, of course. So-”

“I know that, but why specifically Noonim, is my question-”

“Your sister has some nastyass kinks, dearest Hyung of mine.” Taehyung has to say, before he puts a card down and screeches ‘UNO’ at the top of his lungs.

Jungkook looks very flustered and takes a glance at you, too embarrassed to look at Namjoon and instead looks at Taehyung with a small pout.

Seriously, Taehyung really needs to grow up.

Wait.

If Taehyung does any more of growing up, his voice is probably gonna be deeper and his shoulders broader and his-

Minji needs to shut the fuck up oh my good god.

“Shut up!” You hiss at Taehyung. What was he even doing here anyways? Doesn’t he have an apartment that has been paid to keep him inside it? Why can’t he do one single job?

“L-Let’s go, Noona?” Jungkook says, and you nod. He still looks to embarrassed after Taehyung’s remark, to look at Namjoon, so he simply says ‘I’ll be off, Hyung’ instead and stands up. You pull on his sleeve a little and Jungkook lets you pull him out as you stomp out of the house, feeling a little bit annoyed.

“It’s nice to know that you’re not too gloomy. I’m sure your grandpa is at a better place now, so don’t put yourself through any pain. He isn’t suffering either.”

Those are such comforting words, and you almost tear up and ruin your mascara at the way Jungkook looks a little worried.

“I won’t. Where are you taking me, Jungoo?”

The nickname makes him smile, showing his front teeth and he looks so adorable that you can’t stand it. How can he have such burly arms but such doe eyes and bunny teeth like that?

Some men get ALL the luck.

Jungkook interrupts your worry towards the rest of the general male population by pointing at where his bike was parked at. After he makes sure you’ve gotten on his bike safely, he asks you to please be patient for a bit.

And then.

He takes you to an art gallery.

Jungkook takes you to an art gallery, filled with classical paintings.

The paintings there are so detailed, vibrant and beautiful, and they do nothing but remind you of Taehyung.

Okay. This is getting out of hand. When did this even start?

Is it because he came to attend your grandpa’s funeral?

Or because you both keep spending so much time together for your extra credit?

Is it because he’s the one you see the most after Namjoon?

Or is it simply nothing except the sole fact that he technically worships Vincent Van Gogh?

Jungkook seems to notice your fraying thoughts and lack of conversation between you two.

“Noonim? Are you upset about what Taehyungie-hyung said?”

“No! That’s not it! I’m so sorry Taehyung said that. He’s really stupid, he doesn’t realize what he’s saying when he speaks!!”

Jungkook reacts belatedly, his stare on you for a couple seconds before he then says, ‘Was it a lie?’

“What-”

“You know what I’m talking about, Noona~” He sings, and this makes you punch his arm playfully, your face heating up.

Of course, it’s a kink.

Jungkook himself is a kink, after all.

You were so glad you didn’t say that out loud.

Minji has some issues today.

Daylight changes to city lights in the matter of a couple hours while the two of you laze around at a coffee shop and sip on frothy coffees.

While Jungkook drives you back home and you have your hands clutching onto two handfuls of his sweater, you take a good moment to think about your day.

And it’s very upsetting for you when you realize how different this date was from your first date with Jungkook, how much less the conversations had become, and you wonder if Jungkook would still be interested in taking you out if you keep having other thoughts and memories splurging around in your mind like crazy.

“Noona, next week, can I take you to the grass fields a couple blocks from my apartment? It’s really pretty there, and I want to take you there and then take you home.”

“W-What?!”

Holy shit, you could almost see Minji starting to strip, in your head.

You nasty.

“Ah! I- I really need to learn to rephrase my wordings better.” Jungkook says with a facepalm. Minji is putting her clothes back on when he goes on. “I want to show you what I do. Like, what I’m drawing and what kind of videos I make.”

“Oh.”

“You sound a bit disappointed, Noona.”

“Don’t be too cocky.” You respond, and this earns a big grin from Jungkook, and he hurries to intertwine your fingers together. “Now that I think about it, even if we’ve known each other for a while, I haven’t really been able to see much of your drawings.”

“That’s right! I want to show you so that you’d be impressed!” He gushes. “I always want to take pictures of you that I can sketch, if I have your permission. I have the whole date all planned!”

This makes you giggle, the two of you taking a seat at the porch of your house. It was nice that he didn’t want to leave just yet and thought the same thing you did.

“I also have one more date all planned out! That’s for the next next week, though.”

“What’s that date for?”

“I want to sit by the beach with you for the whole day.”

Your heart swells. Aigoo. How can someone be that cute? You’re almost afraid of asking, because you weren’t sure how much your fragile heart could handle this cute little baby boy.

“And the week after that?”

“Well…” He says, glancing at you, and then getting up. “Let’s let you decide that.”

You give him an ok sign, and the two of you glance at the door.

“I should get going,” Jungkook says, carding his fingers through your hair and looking a little disappointed. “Go in first, Noona. I’ll see you at college tomorrow.”

“Drive safe, Jungoo. I had fun today. With you.”

This makes him smile, and you’re expecting the action much earlier than it actually starts, when he holds your hands tight and then leans in to kiss you.

The taste of banana milk still remains on his lips, and the way one hand softly holds your cheek tenderly makes your heart race a little as you kiss him back and wrap an arm around his neck.

Your first kiss! With Jeon Jungkook!

It’s such a new warmth, and it still stays, even when Jungkook moves away a little, his hold changing into a hug while he looks at your face.

“That was my first kiss, Noonim.” He confesses, bursting into a huge grin.

“That was my first kiss too, Jungoo.”

“What?! Are you serious?” He looks surprised, but doesn’t let you go, and you look up at him and give him a nod.

“I’m a happy, and very lucky man, then. I… I like this, and this is definitely not a platonic feeling.”

Your heart races a little, and the fact that Jungkook has both his arms around your waist is not helping. You really couldn’t concentrate, and the fact that you two were still standing at the porch of your house makes you a little nervous about Namjoon or Taehyung seeing you two.

Ah. That was quite a lot of time that went by without you thinking about Taehyung.

Did Minji sign a contract with him or what-

“Let’s see what happens, Noona. Let’s go on dates and find out what we feel. Are you okay with me?”

“Okay is not enough as an adjective to describe how I feel about you.”

“That makes me glad.” Jungkook joins you and chuckles, and then he takes a step away. “Go inside first, and I’ll text you when I go home.”

“Bye, Jungkook- Wait. You have some of my lipstick on your lips!” You say, noticing the uneven red on his lips now.

“What? Really?!”

When you reach a hand to his face, he takes a step back, shaking his head a little.

“K-Keep it.”

“But-”

“Ah, Noona~ Don’t make your Jungoo more embarrassed!” He whines cutely, and you’re surprised that you aren’t on the floor as melted goo right now.

The two of you wave goodbye, and Jungkook heads back home with a big smile on his face.

There’s no one downstairs, and you’re still recovering from the little high you were on because of Jungkook. As you walk upstairs and head to your room, you see that Namjoon’s room door was open.

Now, you had zero intentions on eavesdropping on what was going on, but when you hear ‘Do you like someone, Taehyung-ah?’, you can’t just walk past or interrupt the conversation, right?

Yeah! You’re doing the right thing! Who knows how much Namjoon might have worked to finally ask this question.

Yeah! It’s all for your bro’s sake!

“My… my chances are rare, hyung. I might want to hold tight, the person I like, but I can’t. Not when things are going well for her with the person she likes. I don’t want to be the person that ruins things for the one person I have the hardest time staying away from, you know?”

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novacw · 4 years

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Following You Into The Dark

Rating: M

Genre: Crime, Action, Romance, MafiaAU

Prologue

In my memory is tattooed that black mini skirt that didn't cover much the skin of your thighs, the short blouse without coverage, your short and straight hair that grazed on your carefree shoulders, the hazel and almond eyes that showed the mixture of Asian and Latin races in your genetics. Your dazzling and fascinating presence seduced my soul from the first time we crossed gazes. Years have passed since I don't return to Valleparaíso but here I am in front of "Resol" the place where I first met you. In our first summer job, you became my partner in crime. I'm sitting at one of those few tables where there's shade, with a notebook, a pen, and a cigarette. Making a pathetic attempt to tell our short and intense love story, which began at the beginning of a hot summer and ended at the beginning of a cold winter that covered the city and at the same time our souls, especially yours, that froze in such a way that flees far away, where not even God can find it. To tell the truth, this love story does not have a happy ending, but neither does it have a sad ending. We were lovers by whim and rebellion. We shared the same fury and fire that we gave off in each decision, I also warn you that it is not only about love. I will reveal secrets that could cost me my life, but it doesn't matter, I best die leaving my letters impregnated in the memory of someone than as a coward who hid like a "bunny" in his burrow. I hope that you're prepared to read the madness of my heart, stupidly intrigued to love that woman who had enough darkness and that "white powder" to cover me and wrap me in her; make no doubts about her yet, she also had an unexpected force to overcome her fears, sustain my soul and love me fervently, at that moment...

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kimlineroom · 5 years

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Him And I (21+) c. 1

Before yoy read:

WARNINGS: → incest, matter of life and death, multiple smuts, supportive bts, and many more

Summary: Taehyung comes back to Geongchang for a 3 weeks break and to mend the broken relationship with his dear sister. Suddenly this sick, twisted, unknown feeling pops up in his life and he realize... That he's in love with her.

But there's more to it.

Disclaimer: if you don't like this theme of incest, please do not read it. I will not be responsible if you're triggered although in this chapter there's nothing happening between taehyung and the oc. Although, it'd be best if you read the first chapter to understand the story more, just a heads up. All grammar mistakes is mine to blame bc english is not my first language and i am new in tumblr! This is a new experience to me lol. This fic is also cross posted in ao3 btw. Enjoy!

It was on Saturday.

Miu wants to practice her vocals for her performance for the audition but she just feels so lazy and all she wants is to just roll over and sleep. That's exactly what she wants. But it doesn't go as planned.

She ends up eating breakfast at 7 am with her parents and enjoying the morning air. The window is open, and everyone knows how she loves sitting by the window, so no one dares to take that spot from her. She closes her eyes as the breeze hit her face, humming in agreement. Her parents look at her and stifle a laugh. She seems to notice though.

“What?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at their faces who try to stop laughing at her for whatever reason.

She just stays still and looks out the window. How can people laugh at her? It's very confusing. What's so funny about a girl who's sitting on a chair staring out the window? She waits for an answer as she sips her coffee that morning with a hum of approval. Coffee has always been her favourite out of other hot drinks. In a way, it calms her a lot in the morning. An energy booster, too.

Her mother let out a laugh, “Nothing it's just that you stare out the window and your expression when the wind blows on your face is priceless, honey.”

Mrs. Kim said, patting her shoulder and her father's laugh also echoes as he seems to enjoy his wife's statement. What's so funny about that? She asks in her head, puzzled. She continues to stare out and let them laugh at her all they want. She notices the birds flying together in the distant, making her smile. Nature had always influenced her. It's something she can't describe.

There's something about them that calms her, like this coffee. They made her feel all warm inside while she sips her coffee and connects herself with nature. It felt so peaceful and all her troubles would go away for a reason. She remembers when she was a child, she used to run out on an adventure into the woods at the back of their house. They sometimes went camping there (funny, yeah) so she got used to the forest. She knows the trails and all, and she loved listening to nature. The wildflowers, the tall trees. They're all very heart-warming to her.

Her eyes would light up at the mention of camping because she knows her parents would drag her into the forest because that's their camping spot. She would jump in joy if ever they would go out and camp or visit the waterfall or something. She loves them very much and she'd ditch her phone anytime for nature. Maybe that's also one of the reasons why she has little friends in school; that she doesn't socialize much. But it didn't bother her unlike it bothered her parents or her brother. Brother…

Her hands that were on her thighs under the table slowly inch towards her abdomen and wrap around it instantly at the mention of her brother. Why she did it? She doesn't have an answer. It lingers on her stomach for a while, until she snatches them away and put her hands on the table, snapping herself and letting herself resurface into reality. Her parents talked about their jobs. Mrs. Kim is a writer, a not so famous one but good enough in Daegu meanwhile Mr. Kim is an ordinary office worker. They also own a farm at the back of their house, and when things get busy, she's the one handling them. She and her brother but since he's away for work now, so it's only her, not that she's complaining.

Her brother is Kim Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung of BTS. he is 23 years old, and right now, he is on tour in Japan. She looks down into the black coffee, the colour made her uneasy for some reason as she thought about him. 3 weeks he spent his day off with them and 3 days since he returned to his idol job, away from his break at this house. Taehyung. When one would think of him, everyone would say how easy going, thoughtful, and handsome he is. Yes, it's true, but there's more than that. Taehyung is more than that to her.

She could see her mother taking the newspaper on the table. It's today. Mr.Kim had retrieved them earlier when her mother cooked breakfast.

Her mother turns to her. “Look, it's your brother. The tour is a success as usual.” She says, sipping her coffee and letting Miu grab the newspaper, reading it. Or rather, looking at the headline that has pictures of her brother and his bandmates.

She stares at the now blue-haired man on the stage, a little too long that she doesn't realize how bizarre it would look to other people if they see her, staring at her own brother's picture like this. Creepy. She didn't mean to linger her eyes too long on his recent picture, but she can't help it; she misses him very much. The headline is about the Love Yourself tour that's starting again. The excerpt of it is saying about how BTS had become international and over millions of tickets being sold and clean. They're performing in Nagoya tonight. Nagoya...she always dreams to travel to Nagoya.

“You ok there, buddy?” Her father asks, looking at her with warm, kind eyes.

His face reminded her of her brother. Well, Taehyung is his son after all. Why wouldn't she think of him when she looks at her father? She smiles at him and set aside the newspaper and lean on the table.

“Nothing. It's just that...I miss him.” She said, meant every word.

Everyone knows how close they are. How the two Kim siblings were inseparable until Taehyung chased his dream as an idol that his parents approved of. Taehyung is lucky, he has parents who support him no matter what decision he makes and a sister who loves him no matter what he does. It was hard for her when Taehyung walked out because he's the only friend she ever had; no one, except for her best friend Nayeon could make her feel accepted.

Taehyung is her everything. Her brother, her friend, her companion, her…

“No need to be sad, kiddo. He'll come back soon. Besides, three weeks off is kinda long for an idol and I'm sure your time with him before he left for the tour is well spent, right?”

Yeah. It was well spent indeed. She smiled bitterly and nod her head. She looks out the window again, and her eyes scan the small hut that she, Taehyung, and their father built when she was only 7 years old and Taehyung was 11. Her eyes linger on it, remember the day Taehyung gently take care of her, making sure she doesn't get hurt when she's helping while their mother makes them hot chocolate and watch as her family works together in harmony and peace.

It was a peaceful day and it stays attached in her head. How can she forget? It was one of the most precious moments to her. The memory of her and Taehyung. She remembers Taehyung's sweating face as he lifts the woods and helped their father. She remembers how it felt so right to be laughing, to be helping, to be side by side with her brother. True, that she's very close with her brother and she will always be, according to him. Taehyung, even when he lives in Seoul, would always call them every day without fail.

She remembers how Taehyung and herself would hang out at that old hut that they built, lying on the wooden floor and looking at the trees, the breeze pampering their faces. When Taehyung had his weeks off before he left for the tour, he stayed with her there and hang out with her, listening to each other's crackhead culture talks. The way her brother hugged her, the way his head rested on her shoulder lovingly, the I love yous that they delivered to each other…

“Hey, since it's a day off, how about we go somewhere?” Her father says, snapping her out of her daydream.

He's now standing beside her mother, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands as he looks at his wife and his daughter. Her mother seems to be in sync with her husband, so they are waiting for her answer. To be honest, she doesn't mind. Even though she supposed to start her practice for the audition, that usual lazinesslingers in her body. Ever since Taehyung left, her body had been in a lazy state. Why? She gulps, remembering such an event and quickly cast it aside to answer her parents.

“Sure. Where?” She asks lazily, stirring her coffee then sipping them slowly. It's still hot.

Her father thinks for a while, leaning on the counter and think of where their destination would be today. Suddenly, he claps his hands together which resulted in her mother to flinch. Mrs. Kim has always been a scary cat, just like her. They laughed at the woman.

“You scare me!” she screamed, hitting her husband in a playful manner. Perhaps, it has been too hard of a hit because he jumped and let out an “ow.” They all laugh again, and Miu wonders about what would today be like if Taehyung is by their side. By her side. It would've been even more fun. What could he be doing, right now? Miu wonders, her laughter still lingers with them, but it dies as she stares at the black, steaming hot coffee. It's like staring at a hole. A hole in her heart that is.

“As I was saying,” Mr. Kim pause, eyeing his wife in a flirty manner and look at his only daughter with a smile as he continues. “I think it'd be fun to drive off to that favourite waterfall that you love so much. It's only 30 minutes’ drive there.”

He says with a smile as he realizes how much his daughter loves that place and as her eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the waterfall. Good choice indeed. All her troubles are forgotten at the mention of the waterfall that she loves so much. She stands up, fixing her dress immediately and walk out of the house to their car.

“I'll be waiting in the car. Hurry up!” She ushers them, sprinting to get outside leaving her parents in the kitchen with a smile on their faces.

“Well, let's go.” Mr. Kim said, beaming at Mrs. Kim.

#taehyungsmut #taehyungfanfic #taehyung #bts smut #btsarmy #taetae #bangtanseonyeondan #angst #taehyung angst

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