#taeyhung fluff

[thefaithfulwriter1]

ADORE

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

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

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

☆Alternative Universe - Tattoo Artist + Normal life

☆Genre - Fluff, Smut

☆Word count - 2409

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 'Cause here, we get to take our time

You, you're finer than some wine

We don't need to go nowhere tonight

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

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

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

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

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

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my 

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

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

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

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

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

 After that, when you catch your breath

You look at me and say

Love, are you real?

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

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

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

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

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

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

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

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

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

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

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

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

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

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

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[daemour]

Pairing: Taeyhung x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff

Word Count: 529

Warnings: reader coming out of a panic/anxiety attack (not specified), the tactics taehyung uses to help you are ones that help me although they will not apply to everyone

Summary: You meant to deal with this alone, it’s what you’re used to. But Taehyung won’t let you feel bad about it.

I hope everyone has a taehyung in their life <3 doesn’t even have to romantic

The sharp sound of a door creaking open pulls you up from the mental pit you had dug yourself into. When you finally blink your eyes open, looking up with eyes shiny with unshed tears, Taehyung’s blurry form appears in the doorway. “Hey, what’s wrong?” His deep voice is soothing and he takes a few steps towards you.

You try to force out an “I’m fine,” but all that comes out is a choked sob and you bury your face in your hands to muffle the sounds of the cries that you can’t seem to stop. They’re falling out of your mouth so easily and you don’t know why. Neither does Taehyung, and he immediately crouches in front of you where you sit on the bed.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asks again, voice soft. “Can you tell me why you’re crying?”

“I don’t know,” you force out through your sobs. “I just don’t know.”

“All right. That’s fine, love,” he reassures you with a low voice. It’s slightly raspy from lack of volume, a detail you don’t know why you noticed. “Can you look up for me?

You’re still hiccupping out tears and your face is gross, you can feel the wetness on your hands. You shake your head. “No,” you squeak out, and Taehyung sighs.

“I know you don’t want to, but I just want you to be able to breathe properly, (Y/N).”

“I’m all snotty,” you force out your words, shaking your head again and taking a long gasp of air at the same time. “I don’t want–”

“Shh, I know,” Taehyung hums. “I’m going to get you some tissues, okay?” You don’t want him to go, but you nod anyways, keeping your face safely away from his too-kind eyes and sweet smile.

You immediately know when he’s gone and when he’s back, the air around you feels much colder without his presence, something you didn’t realise until he found you. He returns quickly and you manage to wipe your face with the tissues. When you finish, he tilts your face up and you avoid eye contact. He gracefully lets you and you thank him silently for that by squeezing his hand that now is on yours.

Your sobs quiet down although you’re still breathing hard. Taehyung rubs your back soothingly. “I’m sorry,” you rasp out when you finally feel you can manage more than a few words at a time. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Hey, it’s all right, love,” Taehyung immediately says, and you just know he’s pouting inadvertently. “We all have these times. Are you feeling better? Do you want to talk about it now?”

“Not right now…” you breathe out. “I’m sorry, I still just don’t know.”

Taehyung nods seriously, finally moving up to sit beside you, keeping his arms wrapped around you. “That’s okay. Sometimes we just don’t know why we do things. Do you want me to stay with you?”

You nod, and he pulls you into a warm embrace as he carefully lays you both down on the bed. Curling into his chest, you take another deep breath and let yourself relax for the fist time today.

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[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 22 - Deer

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1203

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20]   [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

J I N   P E R S P E C T I V E

It wasn't hard to notice that most of the boys had given up their attempts to hide their feelings for y/n. Only Taeyhung, Jungkook, and I kept a respectful distance. 

But just like the four others, it wasn't hard to spot the lust in the eyes of the youngest two. They desired her just as much, and it was only their inexperience with women that kept them at a safe distance. 

I watched them all at dinner. It almost felt like all of them had turned into lions and y/n was the deer they were hunting. 

Luckily the hunt didn't cause any fights amongst ourselves. I didn't expect it would, as we were all more than happy to share. After all, we shared everything already. 

There was no doubt in my mind that they would totally be in for a three-some or four-some or gangbang if y/n were to allow it. 

Fantasies instantly crossed my mind, in which I was pounding into her while she was sucking of Jimin and jerking off Yoongi. 

Embarrassed by my thoughts I quickly shook my head. 

Somehow tonight's vibe was especially predatory. Even Hobi could not take his eyes off of her. I could almost taste the sexual tension in the air. I was sure one of them would try and make a move on her tonight. 

'Y/n?' I asked when most plates were almost empty.

'Yes, Oppa?' she answers me politely. 

God, I loved it when she called me that. 

Damn you Jimin for knowing all our fetishes too well.

'Would you like to take a stroll around the grounds with me after dinner?' I tried to speak casually, although the thought of it made me nervous. 'You don't have to wear your uniform obviously,' I added quickly. It was not only because I wanted her to be comfortable and not feel like it was her "job" to come with me, but also because I didn't want to tempt myself too much. I knew I was already taking a risk asking her with me, but I didn't dare leave her with one of the others. 

'I'd love to, thanks Oppa,' Y/n replied cheerfully as she started taking our empty plates from the table. Her response made my heart and chest swell up with happiness. All the other boys gave me a quick stank face, except for Tae who was too busy sulking at the fact that Jungkook was sulking. 

-xxx-

When she came out of her room after changing after dinner, I felt struck by lightning when I saw her. Of course, the maid uniform was cute, hot, and sexy, but maybe I had gotten used to seeing it on her. Seeing her now, wearing an oversized hoody with leggings was maybe even cuter. 

'You know, I haven't seen much of the estate up 'till now,' Y/n told me as we walked out of the building. 'I mean, I have been outside, of course. I've gone grocery shopping with Oppa Hoseok this morning, and remember when we went for that lunch?' she said smiling her beautiful smile at me. I nodded at her. 'That was really nice too. But I haven't seen much of what's around here, to be honest,' she continued. 

I could barely register her last sentence. 

She thought that going to lunch with me was nice.

'Well then, I'll give you a tour,' I offered, trying to get my mind in place. Y/n grinned at me happily and I noticed she tucked her hands into the sleeves of her hoody.

'Are you cold?' I asked concerned. 

'I'm okay, I just have cold hands. But they're always cold,' she said shrugging. 

'Shall I hold your hand?' I said without thinking. Y/n blinked at me surprised. 

Shit. 

I fucked up.

I freaked her out.

'I would like that,' she said, not looking at me but putting out her hand from underneath the large sleeve. 

My heart pounded as I took her hand into mine. It was indeed cold, and very small in my hand. 

'Where to first?' Y/n said, still not looking at me. 

'Uhm, well,' I stammered, trying not to focus too much on our intertwined fingers, 'Let's go this way,' I pointed to the right.

We walked the route Namjoon usually took when jogging. 

'This is our gym,' I said pointing at the white building on our right. 'You can usually find Namjoon and Jungkook here on their hours off,' 

'I don't think I've ever even been inside a gym,' Y/n chuckled. I looked at her as she did. She looked so cute when she laughed. 

'You don't need it,' I said, once again not thinking before talking. 

'Thank you Oppa,' she said softly, squeezing my hand slightly. My stomach did a summersault. 

We walked further and took a left at the end of the street. 

'This is the place where we rehearse our routines mostly,' I told her pointing at a light brown building at the end of the street. 

'Oh, I thought you'd practice at Big Hit,' she said surprised. 

'We used to, but not anymore. The thing is, we mostly live by schedules and if we'd have to commute somewhere, even if it were by a private driver, fans would start figuring out our daily routines and would come to see us. Although we love our Army, we need space too,' I explained to her.

She nodded understandingly.

'Your fans are really loyal, aren't they?' she said softly as we started walking again, her voice sounding serious. 

'I think so, yeah,' I responded, feeling my heart swell, but this time because I was thinking of Army.

'Do you guys get a lot of crazy encounters?' she asked curiously. 

'Definitely,' I chuckled. 'But certainly, not all of them are bad. We know that whenever a fan does something crazy, it's because they love us. They just get confused sometimes and we understand that.' I said thoughtfully. 

'You really are a good person Oppa,' she said, her voice warm. This time it was y/n again who made my heart flutter.

'But...' she started, not looking at me again. I noticed she was walking closer to me than before. 'Are you not... bothered by the things that they write about you?' 

'What do you mean?' I asked her, looking down at her. 

'Well...,' she said, her voice sounding unsure. Her free hand was fiddling with the bottom of her hoody nervously. 

'Well...,' she repeated, 'I mean like... stories,' she sighed.

'Like articles?' I asked her unsure.

'That too... But also... You know... Fanfiction,' she said the last word very quietly as if hoping I wouldn't hear it.

I couldn't help but laugh. 

'We don't mind that at all, no,' I laughed. 'No, as I said before, we know they do it because they love us. It's a way for them to be creative, express themselves, and be close to us. As long as it is being released as fiction or fan fiction it's fine. It becomes a problem when someone starts pretending like it's a news article,' I said clicking my tongue. 

If she'd only knew how close some fanfiction was to the actual truth, would she still like us?

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[jeonsdear]

⤷ pairing: park jimin x kim taehyung ⤷ genre: fluff ⤷ au: established relationship, idol!jimin, choreographer!taehyung ⤷ warnings: none ⤷ word count: 2.288 * summary:   As the water continued to lap around them, their bodies pressed close, Jimin could feel the rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was as if their heartbeats had synchronized, the boundaries between them dissolving in the warmth of the water. * A/N: check ao3 for more tags

Jimin stepped into the warm, steamy bathroom, his heart already racing with anticipation. The flickering candlelight danced across the walls, casting a soft glow that made the room feel intimate and cozy. The sound of running water filled the air, promising a moment of tranquility and indulgence. He glanced towards the tub, where his partner, Taehyung, was already waiting, his eyes filled with affection.

Taehyung had clearly taken care in preparing for this evening. His skin glistened with bubbles, his dark hair was artfully tousled, and the water shimmered invitingly around him like liquid midnight. As one of the leading choreographers on SNH16, Taehyung was usually working overtime to prepare the girls for their next stage performance. However, tonight, he had chosen to take time off from his usual schedule, and Jimin hadn't hesitated for a second before ditching his night out with his friends Hoseok and Jungkook. It would be hard enough to have Taeyhung for himself anytime soon, so he decided to seize the opportunity while it lasted.

"Are you comfortable?" Jimin asked quietly as he approached the tub, his lips turning up in a crooked smile at Taehyung's eagerness to get him into the bath. His boyfriend's hands settled on his hips to keep him steady while Jimin entered the tub carefully. Once seated between his legs, Jimin leaned back against Taehyung's chest, sighing blissfully as the warmth enveloped him. The bubble jets kept them company as they immersed themselves in each other's presence, not needing words to communicate. Taehyung lovingly pressed soft kisses to his cheek, neck, and shoulders. It was a dance of tenderness, each touch a brushstroke of love on his skin. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a sweet mix of pleasure and comfort.

"I love you," Taehyung whispered, his breath tickling Jimin's ear.

 Jimin's heart swelled, and he turned his head to capture Taeyhung's lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. "I love you too."

Jimin gazed into his lover's eyes, relishing the peaceful calm and joy that spread through his body every time he looked into those eyes. Their skin blended seamlessly together under the water, two people who had been fighting and longing for each other ever since they had set eyes on each other during a pre-recording of Jimin's Inkigayo pre-recording. Some thought it strange, that a leading choreographer would be interested in one of Korea's top idols. Some even revolting, judging by the social media comments Jimin had received once their relationship had been made public. Neither of the men cared.

As the water continued to lap around them, their bodies pressed close, Jimin could feel the rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was as if their heartbeats had synchronized, the boundaries between them dissolving in the warmth of the water. 

With a soft smile, Taehyung picked up a sponge and began to trace patterns across Jimin's skin. The touch was feather-light, sending waves of pleasure across his body. It was a dance of sensations, a ballet of love that they were creating together.

"So, what do you want to do tonight? We've got all night to ourselves, no need to rush anything," Taehyung mused, brushing a kiss against Jimin's temple. Jimin smiled, suddenly feeling energized by the prospect of having his lover for himself.

"I just want to be with you," Jimin admitted with a sigh. "I know you are busy with the girls' comeback, but we haven't had time to ourselves in an eternity."

"Yes…I'll make sure to give you my full attention," Taehyung promised, stilling his movements with the sponge. With a slow, sweeping motion, he started to clean Jimin's chest, gently scrubbing the dried flower petals from this morning's photoshoot off his skin. Taehyung could not wait to see how Jimin's photos had turned out. His lover was as talented being a model as he was being an idol. Taehyung was not sure what had made Jimin choose him out of all the men that were interested in him.

He knew it had nothing to do with his looks; after all, the man had made it clear he preferred tall, buff men. Instead, it must have been something about his personality, or perhaps even some kind of destiny—the stars aligned perfectly when Jimin had stumbled across a misplaced stage prop, right into Taehyung's arms. The idol was small and light and fit perfectly into Taehyung's arms. Jimin had had his eyes squeezed shut, as if expecting a bad fall. It had made Taehyung smile.

As the water gradually cooled, they reluctantly stepped out of the bath, wrapping themselves in plush towels. The room was suffused with a lingering sense of intimacy, a warmth that seemed to cling to their skin. They stood by the window, the city lights casting a gentle glow on their still-damp bodies, and shared a quiet moment, their hands entwined.

It was one of those rare moments where there was no music playing, no fan screaming for his attention, no cameras clicking away behind the glass. All there was, was a world filled with only the two of them.

Then Jimin took hold of his phone and opened a food delivery app.

"I'm too lazy to cook. What do you want to eat?"

"Hamburgers," Taehyung replied immediately. He'd been craving hamburgers for days now, his mind constantly fixated on burgers: burger buns, crispy french fries, juicy meat—all of it sizzling and dripping.

The face he made must have been telling because Jimin laughed quietly under his breath.

"Alright. Here, choose," he thrust his phone in his boyfriend's face and walked over to his dresser to find some comfortable clothes for the night.

Taehyung found himself scrolling through the many options, squealing in delight at each new dish. His eyes danced over the vibrant images, his excitement growing with every click. The digital menu stretched before him like a portal to a world of culinary wonders.

His stomach rumbled as he toggled between categories – sushi, burgers, Thai, Italian, and even a section dedicated solely to desserts that could satisfy any sweet tooth. Taehyung's friends had often teased him about his love for food, but he wore his passion proudly. To him, food was more than sustenance; it was an art, a journey that offered endless possibilities.

As he swiped through the carousel of choices, one particular image caught his eye: a towering burger layered with juicy grilled chicken, crispy bacon, avocado slices, and a tantalizing spread of garlic aioli. The accompanying description promised a harmony of flavors that made Taehyung's mouth water. Without hesitation, he added it to his virtual cart.

Jimin came back to stand next to him, wearing an oversized t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He brushed the hair out of Taehyung's eyes with his fingers, trailing a soft line down the center of his forehead.

"There is no way I am letting you pay for all these delicious dishes," Jimin said with a grin.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, his eyes still lingering on the screen. "But Jimin, you know I love trying new food. And today just feels like a feast day!"

Jimin chuckled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Taehyung's temple. "Feast day or not, it's not fair for you to cover the bill every time. Let me contribute."

Taehyung pouted playfully, giving Jimin his best puppy-dog eyes. "Alright, fine. But you have to promise that we'll share everything and enjoy every bite together."

Jimin's smile turned tender. "Of course, Tae. That's the only way to do it."

With their agreement settled, Taehyung continued scrolling through the menu, occasionally glancing at Jimin who was now leaning against the dresser, arms crossed and a fond look on his face.

"What do you want, love?" Taehyung asked, still very much focused on ordering delicious dishes.

"You know what I like, just choose something for me".

Taehyung hummed and added a particularly juicy burger for Jimin.

As the order was being finalized, Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around Taehyung from behind, resting his chin on Taehyung's back. He loved that his boyfriend was taller than him. The warmth of Taehyung's body against his own, the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, it all felt like home to Jimin.

Taehyung leaned into Jimin's embrace, letting out a contented sigh. "I think we've outdone ourselves this time, Jimin."

Jimin chuckled, his breath tickling Taehyung's skin. "Oh, I have no doubt about that. Our taste buds are in for a wild adventure tonight."

Taehyung turned in Jimin's arms, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Thank you for always indulging me, Jimin. I know I can get a little carried away with food sometimes."

Jimin brushed a thumb over Taehyung's cheek, his touch gentle and loving. "You don't have to thank me, Tae. Sharing these moments with you is one of my favorite things."

Their gaze held a world of unspoken emotions – the comfort of being understood, the reassurance of unconditional love. They had built their relationship on a foundation of friendship, trust, and an unwavering support for each other's quirks and passions.

They stood like this until the doorbell rang, interrupting their tender moment. Taehyung rushed to answer it, Jimin following closely behind. The delivery person greeted them with a smile and a stack of neatly packed containers, each one holding a treasure trove of flavors.

As they settled onto the couch, plates of food spread out before them, they began their culinary journey. The first bite of the towering burger exploded with flavors, and they exchanged a look of pure satisfaction. The crispy bacon, creamy avocado, and the kick of garlic aioli combined to create a symphony of tastes that danced on their tongues.

At one point, Taehyung playfully held up a particularly long sushi roll, wiggling it like a puppet. "Meet Mr. Sushi-roll-a-lot!"

Jimin burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're such a dork, Tae."

Taehyung grinned, placing the sushi roll puppet back on the plate. "Well, that's why you love me, right?"

Jimin leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Taehyung's lips. "Among many other reasons, yes."

Their lips lingered, a gentle and affectionate connection that spoke volumes without the need for words. Taehyung's heart swelled, knowing that he had found someone who truly understood him – someone who embraced his quirks and passions, someone who stood by him through every adventure, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

"You know," Taehyung began, his voice a soft murmur as he brushed a strand of hair away from Jimin's forehead, "I'm glad we've built something so special, Jimin. We've come a long way, haven't we?"

Jimin's eyes held a mixture of nostalgia and warmth. "Absolutely. From sneaking around my manager to exploring new cities together, it's been quite a journey."

Taehyung chuckled, tracing his fingers along the curve of Jimin's jaw. "And through it all, our love for food has been a constant."

Jimin grinned, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on Taehyung's thigh. "Well, I think our love for each other might just edge out the love for food."

Taehyung's heart fluttered at Jimin's words. It wasn't the grand gestures that made their relationship special, but these quiet moments of intimacy, the shared laughter, and the feeling of being truly known.

Their conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence, the only sounds in the room the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant city noises outside. They leaned against each other, the warmth of their bodies creating a cocoon of comfort.

"You know what I'm looking forward to?" Taehyung mused after a while, his voice dreamy.

Jimin arched an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "Enlighten me, Tae."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled as he gazed at Jimin. "Traveling the world with you. Exploring new cultures, trying authentic dishes, and making memories in places we've only seen in pictures."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but mirror Taehyung's dreamy expression. "That sounds incredible. Just you and me, discovering the unknown."

Taehyung nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Jimin's arm. "Exactly. I want to walk hand in hand through bustling markets, hike up mountains for breathtaking views, and indulge in street food that we can't even pronounce."

Jimin chuckled, his gaze never leaving Taehyung's. "And we'll take countless photos to remember those moments."

Taehyung grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, you bet. We'll capture everything – from the quirky street performances to the sunrise over the ocean."

"Your naked ass in the pool," Jimin teased.

Taehyung laughed and smirked "We need to expand the Polaroid collection."

The evening drifted on, and as they reached the end of their feast, they sat back with contented sighs. Their fingers brushed against each other as they reached for the last piece of molten lava cake, a dessert that was as rich and decadent as their love for each other.

With the meal concluded, they cleared the plates and settled back on the couch, wrapped in a comfortable silence. Jimin traced circles on Taehyung's hand, their fingers interlocked.

"I'm really grateful for you, Jimin," Taehyung said softly, breaking the silence.

Jimin squeezed his hand gently. "And I'm grateful for you, Tae. You make every day an adventure."

As the night deepened and the lights of the city outside painted soft patterns on their living room walls, Taehyung and Jimin found solace in each other's presence. The world beyond their door seemed distant and irrelevant – all that mattered was the love they shared, the memories they created, and the promise of countless more moments like this, where food and affection intertwined to create something truly beautiful.

#bts fanfiction #vmin fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #bts #mine #taehyung x jimin

[everlasting-deluge]

Honey Drop | k.th

↠pairing: kim taehyung ⇆ reader (female)

↠genre: fluff (too much fluff), romance, drabble, domestic au, kinda sub!taehyung cuz why not

↠warnings: none! well maybe some smutty thoughts but not the real action lol

↠rating: PG

↠words: 533

↠A/N: a really short drabble i wrote while going to uni. sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. feedback is v much appreciated. enjoy uwu.

➸  If Taehyung has to embody your love, he can't think anything other than honey for it. Sweet and Delicious...

His eyelashes brushed your skin as he kissed your cheek. Like always, he waited extra a few seconds to draw your fresh smell in and let the familiarity take him back in time, to an adventure which he started with you three years ago.

You adored Taehyung's eyes, especially his lashes that sat like crowns above them. They were magnifiying his beauty effortlessly, making him irresistible. Not letting him put any more distance between you two after the little innocent kiss, you held his head between your palms and slowly closed the gap.

Taehyung thought you were heading for his lips, guessing that you were not satisfied with the childish peck he gave you just now, but oh how wrong he was… When two mouths only had a few inches to finally meet like two lovers separated by the cruel fate, you aimed a place a lot higher than lips; slowly kissing his eyelids closed reflexively with the sudden change of movement. You kissed them so tenderly that he felt a few goosebumps on his neck. He could swear it was the first time for him to be kissed there, and he felt disappointed by not asking you to do it before. The funny feeling tickled his skin, making its way from his eyes to his chest. The warmth of your lips soothed his soul, teaching him a new way to love.

After you parted away, he opened his eyes and looked at you sitting on his lap gracefully, towering over him like an angel assigned to protect him and only him. His face blushed, eyes turned to half-moons; he could do nothing but want for more. He loved the sensation left behind on his skin. It was different, nothing like what he had felt before.

He gazed at your red lips parted slightly and glistened under the sunlight, the yellowish hue making them somewhat look like a honeycomb with the help of the little bite marks here and there, the results of your lip biting habit—it emerged especially when you were nervous or angry, but mostly when you couldn't stand the mouth-watering view presented by your boyfriend, just like now. His eyes looking at you as if they were begging for you to not stop, were urging you to just for once skip the teasing part and show him how direct you can be. Here you were, nibbling at your lips again. They were still soft and warm despite your abusing.

You had to use every little resistance in your body to not let everything go, to not make him let everything go. And you were unaware of how he too wished you could do just that… Ignoring the little voice telling you to stop resisting and give in to his beauty, you smiled at him and breathed out an "I love you.".

Taehyung didn't know how he got this lucky. He sent his thanks to the angels above, he was grateful. He felt blessed for being loved by you, for tasting your affection poured on him like sweet honey. Every drop was precious, every drop was delicious. Your love sweet like honey, he could never have enough of it. For eternity...

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[koosoff]

look how fine kim taehyung is.

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[underneaththe-waterfall]

SAW PEOPLE ON TWITTER TALKING ABOUT BLONDE YOONGI PREFORMING DAECHWITA AND I NEARLY CRIED. 

DAECHWITA YOONGI IS SPECIAL. 

CANT WAITTT

(I DONT OWN THESE PICTURES OR GIFS , CREDIT TO ORIGINAL OWNERS)

#yoongi #min yoongi #suga #agust d #bts yoongi #yoongi headers #bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #army #jungkook #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #bts taeyhung #kim taeyhung #kpop #kpop imagines #daechwita #yoongi fanfic #yoongi icons #yoongi x reader

[bonvoyagenoona]

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

source: taehyungvsite

Tae Looks at Rings

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

And he looks at every. single. ring.��

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

Whatever it is, it has to be pure.

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

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

Yoongi started calling him Sonic. 

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

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

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

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

Read Kittenfishing here

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[mochii0park]

Sinners birth Reapers; ch 1

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Goblin au

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Park Jimin x 

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

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

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

Taglist: @ctvrty​ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You close your eyes ironically prying for less pain.

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

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

You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

____

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

“Open it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[baepsaesbae]

Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader    

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

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

Word Count— ~7.6k  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

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

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

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

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

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

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

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

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

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

“Hello?” you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

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

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

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

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

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

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

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

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

“Taehyung, I--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

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

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

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

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

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

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

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

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

Published April 17, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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Heavenly

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Request: Hi, can I request number 2 of the drabble prompts with Taehyung (BTS)? (he is person A and reader is person B and he loves the decorations)?

Prompt: Person A wakes up to find the apartment decorated with Christmas decorations by Person B and loves it.

Genre: established romantic relationship, really just soft, light fluff :)

Words: 944

a/n: Here goes the next drabble! Dear anon, I hope you enjoy it! ❄️ I was in the mood for something light and sweet! And just imagine Taehyung looking over that place with his twinkling eyes – I'm melting. 🥺Please tell me what you think :) Stay healthy and safe! ❤️ ❄️

Part of my Seasonal Requests Special - Winter Edition.

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06.24am on Christmas morning. You tried your absolute best to sneak out of your bed, in which your boyfriend was still peacefully sleeping, small snores leaving his mouth. You grinned and placed the softest kiss on his messy, black hair before you walked out of the room, silently closing the door behind you to not wake Taehyung up yet. He wasn't getting enough sleep lately anyway, so each second he could stay peaceful like that was precious. For the last weeks – if not months – his schedule was hectic and just bursting at all seams. You got it, though. You knew how a life with him was going to be, but your love for him was stronger than anything else. So, you decided to surprise him. Taehyung loved Christmas. He loved how the weather got chilly and the beautiful street decorations, which he thought of being just straight out of a fairy tale. You know how much the holidays mean to him, even though he can rarely celebrate them.

You pulled out a box, which you've carefully hid in your big floor closet, filled with different Christmas decorations. From Christmas lights, to cheesy Santa figures and even a fake Christmas tree, everything was there. The last days, you spent your time running from store to store to buy decorations and scented candles which smelled like cinnamon and oranges. Careful not to make any noise you started to put up the soft lights across your living room before you put the Christmas tree right in the middle of it, decorating it with red and golden baubles, tinsel and a garland. You carefully arranged the decorations until the tree looked like you wanted it. You continued with the cheesy Santa's, placing them all over the room and grinned, you were absolutely sure he'd love it.

Christmas wasn't Christmas without lots of candles, you thought. So you scattered the candles all across the room before lighten them up. You closed your eyes and hummed in approvement when the sweet scent of cinnamon and oranges hit your nose. You enjoyed the scent for a view seconds before turning the fairy lights on and scrolled through your phone, looking for Christmas songs. You decided for a playlist and looked at the clock. You weren't sure how long Taehyung would be asleep for but you slowly got excited, eager to see his reaction to your work. You even placed the presents you've bought for him under the tree, clapping your hands quietly. When you finished your work you looked over the room for a moment. The sun was just slowly getting up when you looked outside the window, as your ears heard a small creaking noise coming from the floor.

You rushed over to Taehyung, before he could take a glance at your surprise and stood right in front of him. Seemingly tired he rubbed his eyes and gifted you a sleepy smile. “Why are you up so early?”, he muttered and pulled you by your hands into a quick hug, humming in your hair before giving you a small kiss. “I've got a surprise for you.”, you whispered and felt Taehyung shift in front of you. You pulled away from him, not letting go of his soft hand and grinned. “Close your eyes! Don't cheat.”, you said before he could even form another sentence. You saw the confusion in his brown eyes but lastly he shrugged his shoulders and did like you told him to, a small smile on his lips.

You softly pulled him by his hand, guiding him to the living room, stopping in your tracks as soon as you entered the door. “Open your eyes.”, you whispered inside his ear after kissing his cheek quickly.

The moment Taehyung opened his eyes you saw how they grew wide. The corners of his mouth quickly formed into a huge smile, his eyes starting to twinkle as his gaze wandered over the decorations. He gasped in surprise, walking up to each of your decorations. He looked at the candles and took a deep breath, humming happily. He even grinned at the Santas, even touching them carefully. You chuckled behind him, his big eyes and speechlessness reminding you of a young kid who experienced Christmas for the first time. “Did you prepare this?”, he asked when he found his voice.

You nodded and smiled proudly at him. “Yeah, I made it for you.”

“This is so beautiful. Thank you.”, he breathed and let his gaze wonder over your own little Christmas world. “Well, I know how much you like the holidays. And you were so busy the past weeks, so I've decided to surprise you with a  little Christmas feeling.”, you chuckled and felt how Taehyung intertwined his fingers with yours. “I love it.”, he whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug, his head nuzzled in your hair. “And I love you. You're incredible.”, he added and a smile graced your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him back. “I love you too, Tae.”, you answered softly, your love for him feeling just as strong as ever.

He moved his head to look into your eyes, the huge smile still prominent on his face. You could see the love and affection towards you in his glistening eyes, falling in love with you once more. His soft lips found yours, gently pulling you into his loving embrace again. You smiled into the kiss, starting to slightly chuckle when he placed small, soft kisses over your face. “This is the best Christmas ever.” he whispered before his lips found their place on yours once more.

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please hold me

Pairing: taehyung x reader; brief taehyung x jimin + jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, hurt + comfort

Wordcount: 13.4k

Warnings: there is a lot of hurt in this, but i promise there’s a happy ending

Summary: the soulmate system sucks, and when it strikes again - and you feel the bond snapping into place after making eyecontact with Kim Taehyung at the start of the winter semester - you do everything in your power to fight it. that includes lying about the seperation symptoms worsening for the both of you the longer you spend parted from him - no, you don't feel them. at all. but to help Taehyung with his, you agree to meet twice a month; at least until the bond goes away for him as well, since you definitely cannot feel anything on your side.it works out, in a way... until you can no longer ignore it

this was largely inspired by and based off @firebettercallnct​ ‘s “color of your shirt” which you can find here - you don’t need to have read it before reading this one, though.

The lock on the door whirred and you continued to look into the book open in your hands.

You knew who it was.

The bed was cold, safe for the spot on the comforter that you were lying on - had been for the past half an hour or so.

He never came on time.

That was a constant between you, at least. Something you could rely on.

From the corner of your eyes you could see him pause by the door, just briefly, before he got rid of his shoes, left them where he'd stepped out of them and then hung his jacket on one of the hooks next to yours.

It fell off two times before he gave up and dropped it on the armchair in the corner, next to the chunky, outdated TV on the little shelf.

He came around the double bed, standing with the window in his back.

"Is that a bible?" There was a humoured undertone swinging in his voice.

"Yup." You answered, turning a page before giving up the pretense of being engrossed in it. Taehyung didn't say anything. He remained in his spot until you closed the volume and put it back in the tiny drawer of the bedside table you'd taken it out of earlier.

The lamp on its top shook a bit as you forced the drawer shut.

The mattress dipped and groaned under Taehyung's weight. He hesitated until you had eased back again and your stomach was free of any obstacles.

He brought the scent of impending frost with him; that sweet, cold scent that you'd been able to smell on the breeze the entire week already even though you were still in the middle of autumn.

The fading daylight outside, thin and stale as it had been, was replaced with the orange glow of the lamp inside.

Taehyung's arm wrapped around your middle and his right leg came to rest over yours, while his chin bumped your collarbone.

He adjusted a little, his forehead touching the side of your throat. With every intake of air you could feel his breath, felt the bright blue strands tickling the skin from your ear to jaw.

He tightened his hold and buried his face deeper into your neck.

You counted four heartbeats until you let the breath you'd been holding out, slow and shakily.

You hoped he wouldn't notice. He probably wouldn't.

Every minute you spend in these rooms was three times in length compared to living it outside, without Taehyung wrapped around you.

Without anyone needing you.

You could see the clock over the door, could see the pointers tick forward.

After half an hour Taehyung's hands tensed, bunched the fabric of your thin longsleeve up.

He was as close as he could be - as you allowed him. You knew when his first tears fell, rolled down your skin and dampened the collar of your shirt.

Only when he dragged his breath in through his lips for the first time, after his nose had blocked, did you turn on your side.

He drew his arm back, folded them in front of his chest until even his hands seemed to vanish in the thick black hoodie he was wearing.

He choked on a sob as you closed your arms around him, softly nudged your leg between his.

His head was already nestled under your chin, it wasn't that much a stretch for you to turn your head until your cheek rested on the crown of his hair.

The back of his palms faced you, his elbows tugged in, all to prevent accidentally touching parts of you, but he still leaned into the touch. Grew weak under it until his fingers grabbed the front of your shirt, by the collar, twisted the wet fabric.

"I hate you," He brought out between the sobs shaking him, with his voice wobbling and his words strained. You stared at the windowsill, peeking out from underneath frilly blinds that did the absolute least to keep the world out.

It was good you were on the fifth floor, and nobody could peek inside.

"I hate you so. So fucking much."

His voice cracked.

"I know." You said quietly, allowing your eyes to close and to focus on the warm, shivering body between your arms. "I know."

Later he came out of the tiny ensuite bathroom, tips of his fringe wet but his face dried off.

His eyes met yours in a heartbeat and broke away just as quick.

He turned to retrieve his jacket, and moments before his back was to you, the light from the bathroom shone soft highlights on his features.

You could never tell him but he was beautiful like this.

With his eyes puffy and his lips swollen, his eyes that bit glassy from tears left unshed and his face a little flushed.

Raw and so beautiful, in an unperfect but so very human way.

But it was you who'd caused it, it was you who forced him to be like that, and you denied the thoughts about him, closed your eyes at his distress.

"Ready?"

Hand on the handle you turned your head, waited for him to come to the door. He flicked the light off in passing and then darkness enveloped you and you couldn't see anything anymore.

"Just- Just one more hug."

In the darkness you didn't know where he was, but his hands found your sides. They slipped underneath your jacket, one at least, under your jacket and around your back.

The other he tangled in your hair and tugged your head forward until he could put his cheek against the side of your head, and hold you close.

You stayed frozen to your spot.

"Please pretend to hug me back." Came his whisper, floating through the darkness.

You closed your eyes and lifted your arms, slung them around his ribs and snuggled a little deeper into his touch.

He smelled like dry cotton and warmth. 

You wanted to take a deep breath, to bury your face into his chest fully and forget about the cruel world out there that you had such big part in, but you refrained.

Pulled back, even before he let go.

"Ready." You asked again.

"Yeah." He whispered, and it sounded exhausted.

"He's doing it again." Jimin mumbled, tip of his pen hovering over the paper as his attention was drifting from the lecture happening up front.

You paused taking notes.

A circle appeared on the skin of your inner arm, lines filling it out before five curved outlines depicted a flower's petals.

Under your gaze, another began to take shape.

The lines were blue, the same bright and rich colour Taehyung's hair had now. They had been yellow before, yellow like sunshine and Taehyung's soul and like the pain burning in your chest.

"Do you have a thick marker?" You asked Jimin, who hummed and began to rummage in his pencil case.

You let your eyes roam over the rows reaching up to the roof, the many heads and busied faces. Finally found Taehyung sitting almost all the way up in the lecture hall, off on the other side of the auditorium.

"Here." Your seat neighbour handed you one. "Sorry, tip-ex is the broadest I can offer today."

"S'fine." You mumbled, and uncapped it. It didn't really matter; in the end the word you scrawled in slightly blotchy white over the six flowers would appear in the colour of your soul on Taehyung's skin.

Your gaze flew up after the last line, pen still in your fingers.

Up in the rows, the blue head lifted, twitched before he found you and then it dropped back down.

The blue lines stayed, but didn't grow in numbers.

Jimin took his pen back, his deep brown eyes catching on the broad "STOP" you'd scrawled on your own skin.

He didn't comment.

You were partly relieved.

He didn't really have any right to, anyways; not with how he treated his own soulmate. But Jimin's mouth could sometimes run quicker than a river, you'd been victim of that often enough - but not today, it seemed.

You tugged the sleeve of the flannel down and hid the drawings.

A glance on your phone's display confirmed it was closing in on the end of the month, and with that knowledge another stolen glance at Jimin had you noticing the discoloured rings under his eyes, the nervous jiggling of his leg under the table.

He would meet up with his soulmate again this weekend, as at the beginning of every month, and thus the withdrawal symptoms were at their worst.

You swallowed anything you could've said in an attempt at trying to offer comfort and turned your head up front.

The dull pain in your temples persisted, reminding you the last time you'd had close contact with Taehyung had been a week ago already as well.

You sighed.

The room was empty when you unlocked the door with the keycard.

It was a different one from last time; there was no bed this time, just a big couch.

You left your outside clothes by the door and barely made it to the large piece of furniture before another throbbing pain had your left knee giving out.

Vision dotted black, you pulled yourself on the cushions, lowered your head carefully until it rested against the soft surface and you felt safe to let out the breath you'd been holding.

You still had at least fifteen minutes until Taehyung would get here, time enough to rest your eyes and recharge a bit.

You didn't want him to see you like this.

Squinting through barely open eyelids you tried deciphering the clock, sighed when you noted only five minutes had passed.

You had time.

The next time you opened your eyes it was to the beige, in the darkness slate grey, ceiling.

For a moment you wondered if Taehyung had just not showed today.

Then the lack of pain flooded your senses and you looked to your left.

Dark blue strands in the space above your shoulder, and his arm, skin ashen against the stark white of his t-shirt's sleeve.

You listened to his breathing.

It came even and calm, the soft exhale of air brushing the spot under your ear, and it seemed like he was asleep.

You closed your eyes again.

How long had it been?

The complete darkness of the sky and the yellowish city lights against the low hanging clouds promised the hour to be after five, but anything more specific slipped your mind.

You left hand twitched and you had to look down to check, but it really was resting on Taehyung's ribcage, right over the vulnerable spot usually hidden under his arm, revealed now that his appendix was lying across your middle.

Teeth found your bottom lip by themselves as you pressed your eyes shut, slowly took a deep breath, willed the sting from your eyes.

You didn't want to cry. Not here. Not now.

Your phone was out of reach, and so you had no way to tell how much time had passed since you'd woken, but in the silence of the room and Taehyung's unconsciousness you allowed yourself to remain as you were.

Safe in the darkness you focused on how it felt to be this close to him, to feel his every intake of air, even the slow pulse of his heartbeat from where your hand was.

How he radiated heat even with the temperature outside cold enough to have caused a thin layer of ice to encase the sidewalks this morning.

A lump grew in your throat again and you forcefully swallowed.

"Tae."

"Tae…!"

You shook him, hand held away from his back. He huffed.

"Taehyung."

"Am awake." He rumbled, voice like gravel. He propped himself up on his elbow, pinched the bridge of his nose with a free hand. "What."

You swallowed again, and the harsh reality of his displeased tone weakened the soft haze of the past moments.

"Do you know how late it is?"

He heaved out a sigh and fished his phone from the depths of his pants, brown eyes squinting against the unexpected brightness.

"Quarter past six. Still have almost an hour."

He flopped back down, but not to the side like you'd expected but fully on your chest.

The impact left you breathless as his weight pushed all air out momentarily.

He didn't say anything else.

You laid there, listening to him breathing, feeling his weight against you.

Neither of you said a word.

Not until the doors of the shabby elevator opened on ground level and both of you waited by the reception counter while two other guests were checking in.

The clerk behind the counter held up two keycards.

Taehyung linked his hands behind his back, looking off to the side.

"You're still not feeling anything?"

He didn't have to clarify what towards. You'd had this conversation before.

"No." You lied, voice monotone and face like stone, turned up front.

Taehyung glanced at his shoes and then up again, and the hissed "'course not." would have almost been lost on you.

It was a pinprick into the soft tissue between your heart and spine, nestled somewhere behind the lungs, where your soul lingered, but it was a predictable pain, one you'd come to embrace, almost.

A pinprick was quick and stung but you could rub at it for a while, whisper some words above it and then it stopped bleeding, closed over and ten minutes later you'd already forgotten it had been there in the first place.

It wasn't like the gaping wound that threatened to immobilize you whenever Taehyung laid down with you and made that soft whimper on a sigh that he couldn't control, when he reached out for just one more hug, or the sting you felt down into your legs whenever you were in the cafeteria and Jimin leaned on you when laughing uncontrollably, knowing it could be your soulmate.

Pinpricks were manageable. Bearable.

The guests left the lobby and you stepped up to the counter.

"Had a pleasant time?"

The person behind the computer looked up, smile as fake and plastic as the inscription on the counter.

"Sure." You answered. Taehyung put his card down and shoved his hands in his pockets, staring off to the side. "That'll be all, thank you."

A curt nod as the clerk scanned the cards.

Their eyes flickered up as the names popped up on the screen.

"Reservation for two in fourteen days time, remains?"

You glanced at Taehyung, but he was still

staring off to the side as he had been a minute before.

"Sure." You repeated, forcing your lips into a grotesque attempt at mirroring the smile on the clerk's face.

"Okay, I have you marked down. Have a pleasant evening, you two!"

"Thanks."

You turned and found Taehyung halfway to the door already.

It wasn't like you'd planned on doing it, you thought to yourself as Taehyung pushed the door open and glanced left and right before turning one way and hurrying out of sight. It wasn't like you were hungry, almost starving, and it wasn't like there was a burger grill with great vegetarian and even vegan options just a street away.

The brief thought, a tiny flame in the icy rain the day had held, of asking if he wanted to come with you today, maybe eat together, flickered out and not even a thin wisp of smoke remained.

You covered your face with the hood of your jacket and steered your feet towards where you knew the windows would be brightly lit and the air welcoming, and where it smelled good and you could get a burger with delicious fries and a strawberry mint lemonade. Or blackberry acai. Or maybe they had something new today.

It was irrational, trying to keep him on distance and thinking about inviting him for dinner.

You scrapped the thought and made a mental note to not think of anything like that anymore.

"You look tired."

It felt like society expected you to jump at the sudden voice speaking next to you, but if you had shown your surprise like that, you couldn't recall. Your insides briefly clenched at recognizing Taehyung's voice, and with your head filled with cotton you were at a loss at what to answer immediately.

You stared up at him, the books you'd meant to scan and bring back to the library right on time forgotten on the table in front of you.

He met your eyes briefly.

A red bandana was wrapped around his head, but it couldn't hide the obvious greasy strands of his hair or the spots pushing at the skin of his cheeks.

"Happens when you stay up too late."

You finally replied, blinking down on your own stack.

He was busy tagging his own load, but you could tell his action was a lot more lopsided than usual.

He swayed on the spot.

"Are you high?" You asked, pausing with one of the last books in hand.

"What." He tsked, frowning down as the scanner refused to read one of the barcodes, clicking the scan button several times. "No, of course not."

He tripped on thin air while standing, barely caught himself, just a step away from your now.

Apparently he'd been telling the truth - even this close you couldn't smell anything on him, neither weed nor alcohol.

"What's wrong with you then?" Your attention focused from him on the books in your hand, and the wish, the need in you to close the distance between you and him, to lean into his side and slide an arm around his middle flared in your soul.

You squinted against the mental image and the yearning pull it installed in your middle.

Taehyung's scanner beeped and he tapped on the screen, finalizing handing all his books back.

"I have an asshole soulmate."

He all but threw his books on the cart meant for everything coming back and then stalked away, veins springing up under his skin as he grabbed his jacket tight with one hand, the other holding his bag over his shoulder.

You were left staring at the spot he'd been in moments before, and his words shouldn't have stung like they did, but they burrowed needles of salt directly into the soft spot your exhausted mind had opened, the tiny fantasy of having what was considered normalcy between soulmates.

None of the heads that had turned at Taehyung's loud words and that had regarded his rash actions with disapproving glances were acknowledged by you as you kept your face down, getting the books done with.

The small interaction left you drained of energy.

December came around, and with it sporadic decorations that had been bought with the excess of the University's budget that had been left over two decades ago.

Not that anyone really cared, you supposed.

"Ah, can't you just feel the festive spirit in the air?"

Jin slung an arm around you and waved the other through the air.

At your passiveness he looked down on you, incredulous expression on his face.

"Hello?" He jostled your body in his grip. "Festive spirit, where you at?"

"Whoo, reindeer!" You mock-cheered, deadpan.

Jin's expression remained frozen for a few steps until the sheer ridiculousness had you cracking up. A softer, more genuine smile spread on his round cheeks.

"Yay, capitalism." You added, and with Jin laughing it was easier to let the invisible weight slip off your shoulders, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment.

"Honestly though, there's going to be a christmas village this year, and it'll only stay until the 24th-"

"What, here on campus?" You interrupted him, lacing your fingers through his.

"-No." He broke off, looking down on you. "In the city. As I was saying- It'll only be there until Christmas, and winter break starts two days before that, so we only have- We only have-"

"Twenty days left." Came Yoongi's drawl from Jin's other side.

The tallest among you three snapped his free hand's fingers.

"Exactly! We have to go! And I insist on you coming, too! Gods know you hole up in your space far too often, you need to get out and stretch your legs!"

"Fine." You squeezed his hand before letting go.

"I- What?" The tall male with his soft pink coat and matching hoodie stared at you. "You said yes? Just like that?"

"Yes." You smiled, feeling a slight spring in your step. "What, am I not allowed to?"

Jin turned his face to Yoongi, as if to make sure he wasn't being the victim of an elaborate prank, but the black haired guy only lifted his shoulders.

"-Well… Good! Great! How does the friday this week sound for you?"

You opened your calender app, watchful of the glum feeling in the back of your head.

"Can't, meeting up with Taehyung there… That day's off, sorry. What about..."

"Taehyung?" Jin echoed, and again his bright gaze turned to Yoongi.

"Their soulmate." The other clarified. Jin deflated.

"Ah."

"-But the saturday afterwards is free, or the friday the week after."

You smiled up at the taller guy, kicking the welling feelings away.

Encouraged by how in stride you seemed to take it, Jin's smile returned as well.

"Yeah! Next week sounds perfect." He clapped his hands under his chin, already listing off where he wanted to go and what kind of food he wanted to try.

You let his enthusiasm latch onto you and smiled alongside him, enjoying the weightless feeling it gave you.

The interaction with Jin had put you in such a good mood you'd been able to carry it along with you until friday, and even in the elevator up to the fifth floor the airy, light feeling wouldn't leave you.

The greater was your surprise to be greeted with the sight of Taehyung on the couch as you opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hi." You said, shrugging out of your jacket.

He looked back down on his phone and stayed quiet.

Feeling a bit ruffled, you sat down, stretching to put your phone on the small table to the side.

"Okay, how do you-"

"We can just sit with our back to each other." He interrupted, sliding forward until he could put his legs over the attached, extended footrest of the couch.

"Like-"

"Like, back to back." He said, and you turned to comply, although a bit confused.

It wasn't as uncomfortable as you'd have thought, settled against Taehyung's broad back, but it also didn't have any of the safety, the calmth that lying down usually brought with it.

You sat with your hands flattened between your legs, staring at the wall, trying to think of something to fill the silence that had never bothered you that much before.

Eventually you'd figured out a safe and general enough topic to be sure to not offend him but also not bore him, and took a breath.

"I'd just like to not talk, today." He mentioned, and you swallowed everything down.

The three hours felt longer, much longer than ever before.

The impersonal contact, with just your backs touching, left you feeling a little cold. At the same time you knew you were in no position to make requests, or even ask for a full hug.

And so you stayed as you were, following the patterns in the carpet with your eyes and mentally counting as high as you could until the time was up.

Down in the entrance hall he surprised you again by putting his card down and staying close to the counter.

"We won't be needing a room until the week between Christmas and New Year's, thank you."

You turned your head to stare up at him, question on the tip of your tongue.

"Of course." The person behind the computer nodded. It was a different one from last time. 

"How does… friday the 28th sound? Just after Christmas ends and well before New Years?"

"Sounds good, yeah. Thank you."

"Are you sure? It's more than fourteen days until then, are you going to be-"

A glance from him had more words stuck in your throat.

The clerk looked from you to Taehyung.

"Of course…" Their voice came slow and a little unsure. "Anything else I can…?"

"No that's all, thanks."

Taehyung patted the counter and you had to hurry to catch up to him before he escaped the door and was gone from your grasp.

"Hey- Hey Tae, can you- Mind explaining that?" You caught the door where he'd let it swing back without holding it open for you. "I thought your symptoms-"

"They're not."

He whirled around, almost uncomfortably close. This Taehyung was so different from the one you usually knew.

This Taehyung was tall, with a broad chest, and looked down on you with an expression set in stone.

He was almost scaring you.

The pause stretched on. Other people hurried past you, their collars popped against the unforgiving weather and their steps fast to get out of the cold.

Without knowing why, tears welled up in your eyes.

It was probably the icy breeze smacking into your face.

The wish came up again, the strong want to take a step, just one step, forward; slip your arms under Taehyung's coat that he foolishly left open. Snuggle as close to him as you could.

For a moment the need became so strong you couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't focus on anything except Taehyung's face, soft in the yellowish artificial light, with his eyes glinting and his lips tugging down.

God you lo-

You wanted-

The breath rattled in your lungs as you finally could draw one again.

Taehyung's eyebrows dipped down into a frown.

"I don't feel it as much anymore. Guess my bond is finally weakening…" He looked off to the side, hands in his pockets. "Was about time. After four months."

"You… It is?"

Fear dug its claws deep into your soft heart.

Taehyung nodded. It wasn't a trick of the light, he really did seem relieved.

"Yeah! So, that's why we don't have to meet up that much anymore. Just once a month should be fine, now."

He glanced up at the front of the third space hotel.

It was meant for Partners who wanted to take a pause from their Soulmates and the often loud and buzzing homes.

Only a few chose to date their soulmate instead of seeking an independent partner. There was no guarantee your partner's soulmate would date yours, so occasionally a family consisted of up to nine, twelve people living in a house, sharing everything.

Whoever wanted to get away for a few hours could rent a third space room here.

It had served well as a neutral meeting ground whenever Taehyung and you had needed to be close, to alleviate the stress separation caused him.

And you, even though you'd denied it from the beginning.

It felt like a part of you was shrivelling up as you looked at him now, faced with the proof your distancing had come to fruition. 

He really was losing the bond. He would become detached. He would no longer be your soulmate. Not next week, and not next month, but maybe… Maybe next year.

Maybe, when the new term came around, he'd be there with a person at his arm, a bright and smiling one. One to mirror his soul. One he could smile at, and dote on, and celebrate milestones with.

It choked you.

"So… Guess I'll see you then." There was an uptilt in his voice that had nothing to do with the promise he'd made in his words.

One of his hands ruffled his hair, and then he turned and left you on the steps of the hotel.

You looked after him, sick to the stomach.

Instead of going to grab a bite, you headed home.

The pain reached from the crown of your head down your spine. From your hips down to your knees, from where it ebbed out in the direction of your shins.

You couldn't move without seeing black spots dotting your vision, but it couldn't be because of Taehyung, you'd seen him just yesterday, this couldn't be withdrawal symptoms.

Something else had to be really, really wrong.

You tried to sleep it off.

Sunday dawned and you were still in agony. It was less all consuming now, though.

You skipped class on monday.

On tuesday you managed to get to campus, sat through your lectures until lunch and then went home.

The pain settled as an ache along your back and had you moving carefully, not sit down too sudden or make movements too quickly.

Jimin noticed it on thursday, when you lowered yourself into your seat and put your head in your hand, the right one, to block the line of sight should Taehyung be somewhere up in the rows as usual.

You hadn't checked.

The headache didn't really allow for you to look that far.

"You saw him last week, right?" Jimin put a hand to your forehead and you sighed.

His fingers and palm were pleasantly cool.

"Yeah. It's something different, don't really know what. It's getting better though. Don't worry."

He took his hand back.

"If it is about him, you'll tell me, right?"

You nodded once, careful to not make the move too fast.

Apparently Jimin had told Yoongi about your state, and then Yoongi must have let Jin know, because when the two sat down at a table with Jimin and you at lunch, the loud oldest was significantly less loud and exuberant than usual.

He covered your hand and gave you a careful look. Yoongi slumped down in his chair and dug around in his bag before he procured a bright blue coolpack.

Jin took it from the black haired male and wrapped it in a bandana he pulled from his pocket, and then gently held it to your head.

"Better?" He asked, and you hummed.

"We can always postpone christmas village." He added.

You took the pack from him so he was free to eat his food.

"No, I'll be fine. You were looking forward to this so much, I wouldn't-"

"Ah-ah-ah! Your health comes first." He pointed his eating utensils at you.

You huffed.

"I am aware, Mr. Nurse, thank you. No but really, I'm feeling much better already. It's probably just a bad migraine or something. Fresh air will be good for me."

"Oh, okay. Well. Then…"

You didn't register the form of the person sat at the table just behind you, black hoodie pulled over the head, or that it had sat behind you in class all day already.

The village was fun.

You felt a lot better than last weekend, and seeing you enjoy yourself had the happiness bounce back from everyone else.

Yoongi and Jin had invited a bunch more people, some even younger than you. 

There was a particularly rowdy and loud bunch among them, but over time your big group split up in three smaller clusters, until it was only familiar faces surrounding you while heading back to the the trainstation.

The chimney cake in your bare hands tasted delicious, with the nutella coating its inside.

Your tiny flat was calm and dark when you came back, and exhaustion washed over you after getting rid of your outside clothes.

It was the good kind of exhaustion though, the one that came after you'd enjoyed yourself or had done physical, rewarding work.

You slept easier that night, all but forgotten about the excruciating pain from before.

Winter break started and half of the campus went home for the holidays.

You video chatted with your family, to open gifts together on the evening of the 24th, and had a delicious festive take-out lunch on the 25th that you'd picked up the day before.

You hadn't seen Taehyung before class had ended, and even though he had your number he didn't text you either.

Not that he'd done that much - not after the first two weeks of finding out, not after you'd made clear you weren't feeling the same for him. Had feigned indifference.

Occasionally it came back to you, that he'd be gone soon. Soonish. You paused in whatever you were doing whenever that thought crossed your mind.

He really would be gone in a while.

And then after a minute or two you'd blink and forcefully shake your head and clear your thoughts and continue on.

It didn't matter. You'd wanted this all along, hadn't you. It was better this way.

You went to the hotel on the 28th and checked into the room.

Half an hour passed, and you made yourself comfortable on the bed.

Mindful of not accidentally overstaying the time you'd paid for, you set an alarm that would let you know ten minutes before the time was up.

You'd grown tired over the time not seeing Taehyung.

Every little thing cost twice, sometimes thrice as much energy as usual, and the headache was a constant, annoying buzz that wouldn't ease.

It cut your sight short at around ten meters in front of you, your eyes just not able to focus on anything beyond.

Your joints hurt and a searing pain shot up through your hip as you readjusted your position.

Taehyung would get here soon, and then it'd ease again.

With your head on one of the pillows you stared out into the muddy sky.

Your alarm rang ten minutes to seven.

Groggy, you rolled over to shut it off.

With a sigh you dropped your head back down.

It felt like your body was weighted down by a hundred bricks.

Only after shuffling a bit did you realize: Taehyung wasn't there.

You felt around the bed, movements erratic and fast, but the bedspread was smooth and undisturbed on the side you hadn't laid on.

You stumbled out of the room before you could burst into tears.

This was what you'd wanted. Him and you, independent.

No longer needing each other.

The clerk at front desk glanced around as you handed your keycard back.

"Didn't show today, huh."

"Yeah, no." You forced a hand through your to push it away from your face. "Think we're good to cancel the reservation at this point."

They nodded.

"Alright, then that's it. Hope you had a nice time with us! Make sure to stop by again if you ever need a third space."

You nodded in thanks and headed out of the door.

The change of years happened with bright sparklers going off and plastic flutes of champagne passed around Yoongi's flat while everyone was either busy watching the countdown on TV or kept their eyes peeled at the sky outside.

The clock hit twelve and the room erupted into cheers and not five minutes later you were in the bathroom cooling your face and covering your ears from the noise so intense it had you cowering on your knees.

An hour into the new year and you hadn't made it out of the bathroom yet, but Jimin was there now, sat across from you with his back against the cabinet under the sink.

"-I'm calling Taehyung. This is obviously-"

"No," You interjected, pressing the damp washcloth to your face and for now basking in the darkness it provided. "No, don't. He said, his bond- It's loosening. He's not as affected anymore, if I wait long enough I'll be fine, too."

"You can't even stand the level of noise in the room, how are you gonna handle the hallways on campus? The cafeteria at lunch? What comes next, after the sensitivity overloads. Muscle cramps? Joint problems?" He paused. "You have them already, don't you? The aches in the joints?"

"Jimin."

"No! This is torture! You're- He-"

"Jimin, please. Just let it go. Please."

He kept quiet, but his presence didn't feel reassuring anymore.

School was in session again and you began looking for Taehyung.

He hadn't said anything concerning a new date to meet after missing the last, and the messages you'd sent the weekend before class had began anew had been left unanswered.

His blue hair wasn't anywhere in the lecture halls with you, you couldn't spot him in the cafeteria either and none of the people who you knew who also knew him could tell you anything.

"It's Taehyung, he probably got lost doing one of his projects… Probably stayed up for like four days straight and is sleeping for a week now." One of the guys from his study group, Jungkook, told you.

"What kind of project?" You asked.

"Oh you know. His big canvases. Paintings, art…?" The boy shrugged, repeatedly looking over his shoulder. "Listen man, I gotta bounce. See ya alright!"

And he was off before you could get out another word.

Taehyung was interested in art?

Painting, even?

You lowered your eyes and slowly trekked towards the entrance hall.

Taehyung painted.

On big canvases.

You'd never known.

Before exiting, you grabbed your shades from within your bag.

It wasn't that bright outside but still enough to make your head hurt even more, so you plopped them on your nose and went ahead.

The entire trip home your thoughts circled around the tidbit of information Jungkook had revealed in passing.

So effortlessly, too.

You really did know nothing about your soulmate.

At the beginning of the second week of january you had to wear your shades indoors as well.

Your ears got so sensitive you had to resolve to plug headphones into them without playing music just so you could focus on the lectures, and no matter what you did, the fever didn't cease.

At the same time your hands were shivering, sometimes so bad you couldn't take notes at all.

Jimin suffered silently by your side.

In quiet moments you could see his thumbs hover over the keyboard in a chat that was bare of many words.

The contact name read "guk", but you didn't know who that was.

It always ended with Jimin pocketing his phone again and staring into empty space.

It was lunch time, but Jin didn't join you today.

"He's hatching his first perfect presentation of this month." Yoongi let you know with an eye roll before he miserably dug a plastic fork into his brownie.

You had to bend low over the bowl with soup just so you could get some of the liquid inside you before the tremor had it spilled.

The speakers crackled.

You dropped your spoon as you heard your name called out.

The voice repeated your full name, then added:

"Please come to the entrance hall reception as soon as possible; again-"

And they repeated what they'd said.

Yoongi stared at you. Jimin was equally shocked.

"I'll see you guys later, I guess." You mumbled, pushing the soup in Jimin's direction and hobbling away.

The entrance hall was almost empty at this time of day.

Only one of the secretaries who also worked in the library was behind the glass wall of reception, but they perked up as you approached.

"Hi," You gripped the strap of your bag tighter, stated your name. "There was an announcement for me to come here?"

The elderly person smiled. It was tight lipped.

"Yes, indeed. Have you heard anything from Kim Taehyung?"

A painful knot appeared in your middle and pressed against your organs.

"No, he's not answering my messages. Did he-"

No, he couldn't be dead. Surely you would have noticed that.

But where was he?

"He updated his personal information shortly after the winter semester started last year, listing you as his soulmate. Our records show you didn't claim him as yours, is that correct?"

"I'm- Sorry, what is this about? If this is about tax evasion or something shouldn't there have been a letter from, like, you know… The board?"

The secretary blinked at you for a moment.

Then they sighed and reached for a sticky note attached to their screen.

"Student Kim Taehyung has been admitted to Fleurop Hospital last week. His condition isn't improving and nobody from his family could say what he might be suffering from or who his soulmate is, so the Hospital reached out to us. I'm assuming you are his soulmate?"

There was a glint in those bright eyes, one only older people could manage.

It dug down deep through your insides, knowing where Taehyung was now.

He said he'd gotten better, you angrily remembered, he said he wasn't feeling the bond anymore - Had he lied?

"Excuse me, did you hear what I just said?"

You lifted your eyes from the surface of the counter and forced your eyebrows to relax.

"Sorry. What?"

The secretary, whose name tag read "Bon", paused. Something akin to pity flickered over the old face.

"I said, they're hoping contact between Kim Taehyung and his soulmate might improve his condition. This is the address," The sticky note got placed on the hand-off tray. "-And the staff asked for you to come as soon as possible."

"Right." Your hands shook even worse after you'd picked the blue piece of paper up and cradled it in your palm. "Yeah, thanks."

"Good luck."

Said the secretary, and you turned without looking at them again.

Taehyung was in the hospital.

You let Jimin know something had come up and you likely wouldn't make it back to class today.

Then you pocketed your phone.

Taehyung was in the hospital.

It was halfway across town, but one of the buslines ran right past it, and you knew where you had to catch that line.

Taehyung was…

The world was cushioned against your senses.

You were almost at the right bus stop already when you noticed why the sounds seemed extra quiet, why the light outside was so dim.

The shades first slid down your nose before you took them off and tilted your head back.

It was snowing.

The bus was toasty warm inside and everything that happened in front of the windows was a world away.

You counted the stations until you'd have to get off, lost track, started new and then you were still one too many ahead when the hospital got announced as the next stop and you got off.

It felt surreal.

The snow had been trampled to slush already but more flakes kept tumbling towards the ground. The slush stuck to your shoes and it felt like it held you back, made the approach towards the entrance doors, automatically sliding glass partitions, that much longer.

"Hi," You addressed the receptionist. Their shirt was cleanly pressed and very neat. "I got a call from- I'm Kim Taehyung's soulmate, I was asked-"

The words slipped past your lips much quicker and surer than you felt was appropriate.

I’m Kim Taehyung's soulmate.

It was the truth, though, wasn't it.

You bit on your lower lip as tears threatened to well up and spill out.

"Yes," The receptionist nodded, clicking on their screen. "He's in intensive care right now, wing three in the back and then fourth level. Please give them your ID again there and they'll help you further."

You nodded in thanks and held on to the small plastic card that affirmed your identity, clenched your fist until the edges painfully dug into your palm.

This felt unreal.

The stairs were separated by a fire proof door that gave the impression it would be too heavy to be moved in a million years. You stopped in front of it, dread rising as the task to push it open manifested in your head and you knew you wouldn't be able to do it, it was too heavy and you were too weak, your hands were shaking so badly and you couldn't move and this was all your fault your fault your fault if you had simply just-

"Excuse me? You dropped this."

The voice was honey and sunshine and the breeze of spring. It cut through the haze like a knife through warm butter and had such a gravity to it you were unable not to turn and see who had spoken.

A face you couldn't recognise but that looked liked /friend/, and a dry palm extended towards you, and in it was the plastic card you'd been holding.

Your hand closed around nothing.

"I think you dropped it."

They added. You nodded.

"Yeah." Your voice caught on the word and you cleared your throat. "Yeah, must've… Thank you."

The stranger put their hand in their pants.

Blue.

There was a clipboard under the other arm.

"Are you waiting for the lift?"

They asked, and your face turned and only then did you see the two sets of silver doors in the white wall.

"Yeah." You repeated.

"Here to see someone?"

The nurse with the friendly face asked, and you nodded.

"M-" You took a deep breath. "My soulmate."

He was, he was, he was your soulmate.

The doors opened to an empty cabin, and the nurse held out their hand to let you in before themselves.

"Which floor?" They asked, and with trouble you recalled the correct number.

"Fourth, please. And thank you."

"It's no problem, really. This has gotten you shaken a lot, huh."

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Yeah." It came out thin and strangled.

The lift stopped at level three and the nurse got off.

"All the best to you." They lifted their hand, but you weren't prepared to say goodbye and by the time you'd wrapped your head around it the cabin was already ascending.

His room's door had no tiny window in it.

There was a slip of paper with his name on it right underneath the number of his room.

The Doctor who'd come to meet you after you'd let the person there know who you were and who you were here for opened the door.

They'd talked a lot, about Taehyung's condition, and when he'd come in, and his symptoms and an awful lot of words you didn't understand and none of it had stuck long enough that you could remember anything.

It was a double room, but the second bed was empty.

Taehyung was in the one closer to the window, with a machine beeping by his side and and IV connected to his hand and-

The Doctor said something about skin contact, hand holding, hugging, and then they were gone again for some reason and you were alone with him.

The blue hair with the black roots was unkempt and greasy near his scalp.

His head was turned away from the door, away from the little plastic chair next to his bed. You took a seat.

You were scared of what it would be like to reach out and touch him, if his skin would be papery and brittle and if he'd feel fragile at all.

Before the thoughts could grow too much again you reached out and put your own over his.

He felt cold and clammy. Against your feverish skin even more than he actually was, probably.

He didn't stir.

Had the Doctor said something about loss of consciousness?

Maybe.

"Tae." You whispered, unable to stop the burning in your nose. "Tae."

He didn't move.

You touched your forehead to his arm, lying on the mattress, over the sheet covering him.

A sigh escaped you as his skin cooled down yours.

There were no words you could have strung together into a sentence, and even if; you weren't sure if you'd been able to say anything to his sleeping form.

Sorrow stuck to every corner of your inside. Guilt as well.

The knowledge it had been you who caused this.

He didn't wake in the evening either.

His family had visited yesterday, the nurse doing a check-up on him let you know, and you nodded.

"If you're comfortable with it, you can go join him in bed."

They let you know after checking everything.

"Closer contact with you might help him get better sooner. If you stay above the covers it should be all good."

"Is it okay if I go home over the night?" You finally managed to bring out, just as they were about to leave.

"Of course. It'd be great if you could come back tomorrow, any time you can manage. Close contact between soulmates can alleviate a lot of stress."

Oh, you knew.

Five AM dawned cold and dark, only visible by the glow-in-the-dark spots on your alarm's pointers.

The hospital was a little quieter at seven am than it was around noon yesterday.

He hadn't moved from his spot, and you were too tired to stay awake for long.

With your fingers threaded through his limp ones and your cheek next to his arm, you fell asleep again, this time not shivering as badly anymore.

The bottle of sparkling water from the vending machine left an aftertaste of plastic that you battled with mint gum.

Taehyung still looked like a panda when you sat down again.

Skin sickly ashen, and dark circles around his eyes.

Against knowing better you reached out and gently put a palm to his cheek.

His reaction came instantly; his head turned into your touch, his chest lifted with the deep breath and his hands clenched by his side.

But he didn't wake up, and you relaxed again.

A frown set deeply on his face after you took your hand back, but the deep lines eased when you ran your fingers through his hair.

The nurse told you his parents usually dropped by around four or five, and you made sure to be gone by then.

This was a lot to handle, even without coming under the scrutinizing and tear apart glare of his parents.

You brought a book the next day, even though your head was still heavy with exhaustion.

The bed was so wide that three people could have fit in there, and with Taehyung securely stashed below the blanket you found it acceptable to lie down next to him to read, on the side not wired into machinery surveilling him.

Again you startled as your close proximity prompted his body to react on instinct. This time he curled towards you, his arm twitched but couldn't move much.

His face came to rest in the hollow between your shoulder and head.

You stared at the printed words and didn't see them.

In the end you closed the book, put it to the side.

You turned your head enough so you could look down on his sleeping face. Doing so had your nose part the strands of his hair, brought you close to his head.

With eyes closed, you gently pressed a kiss to his hairline.

His room was quiet, safe for the rhythmic beating of the machinery, prove he was still there.

You drifted in and out of slumber, sometimes only keeping your eyes closed, sometimes almost drifting under.

The sky outside shifted from darker to lighter grey, but the sun was nowhere to be seen.

A sigh escaped you as you turned on your side, put your own arm over Taehyung.

Sleep began to pull you back under.

There was stirring, more stirring and movement and then you blinked your eyes open.

Taehyung's face was gone from the pillow, but his blue hair was still there.

You felt your arm lifted carefully. He was awake.

You sat up after coming to this realization.

"Hey."

Was the first thing that left your mouth.

He stared out of narrowed eyes, obviously having trouble focusing. The scowl on his face deepened.

"G...o aw….ay."

"What?"

He angled his body away from you as best as he could.

A hand shot up to his throat and he coughed after clearing it.

"I don't, want you here."

He glared.

You shrunk a bit.

Of course.

Of course, he wouldn't-

You dropped your gaze into your lap and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll- I'll go now. Sorry."

You stepped into your boots and bend down to tie them, sat on the big bed.

Your jacket was still on the plastic chair, around on the other side.

Avoiding his face, you grabbed it, already on your way to the door.

"Why."

The word held you back, hand on the doorhandle.

Instead of answering you stared at the wood, faded without artificial light.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, one hand clenching around the raised bed rail.

His head hung low, but he still fixed you with his gaze.

"Why what."

There was a number of things he could mean, but none appeared to you as something really worth speaking up about.

"Why do you hate me so much."

His shoulders were round under the strain that sitting up brought him. You suppressed the urge to tell him he should just lie back down.

"I never said I hated you."

You were at the foot of his bed again, nervously holding on to your jacket and the book.

He scoffed.

"Yeah right, because nothing says that quite as well as holding your fucking soulmate at an arm's length, never giving in, being oh so gracious with meeting up every second weekend in a hotel just to fucking lie there and-"

He broke off, looked to the side but you had already seen the tears rolling over his cheeks.

He drew a few deep breaths, glared at his linked hands in his lap.

"I loved you. So much. From the moment I saw you, from the moment I knew. And you. You hated me. I'd never-" He pressed a hand over his mouth, closed his eyes while more hot water poured from them. "I never knew what it meant to feel utterly- Unwanted, but you managed to make me doubt my entire being. And still you have the nerve, the nerve to not explain, anything."

He drew another ragged breath. When he looked up next, his expression was dark and his mouth pulled into an ugly grimace.

"There isn't one, is there. No explanation. Nothing. Just your seething self hatred you take out on other people, because you're too cowardly to face it. God, how I could ever even meet someone like-"

He broke off, looked out of the window.

His head twitched, lifted, but his eyes stayed on his covered legs.

"And still you only stand there. Letting it all happen. Not speaking up once." He shook his head, bit on his lower lip, grinning despite the tears but there was not an ounce of happiness behind his smile.

"Wow, must be nice. Nothing getting through to you. Nothing warranting a reaction, the twitch of an eyebrow, nothing-"

"I was scared."

He shut up and met your gaze.

Your hands clenched around your jacket.

"I was- You don't- I've had three. Three! Soulmates. Leave me."

He blinked, closed his mouth.

"Three soulmates, who didn't feel my bond. Who had me running after them, suffering, for so long, until my bond finally gave way. Three heartbreaks, three times thinking I had finally found them, only to find out they were my soulmate! They really were! But I wasn't theirs. Do you know how fucked up that is? Do, do, do you-"

You broke off, looked to the side.

"I had no idea-" His voice was thin, but it sparked within you, ignited a fire that had been held under for too long. Your head whipped back around and at the look of your face he shut up.

"No, you didn't. You didn't know it was the fourth time that I felt that ugly twinge and snap of a bond falling into place, or that it was me instantly reliving all the hurt and backstabbing I lived through, felt that horrible, sort of- grinding... tear... of my bond fraying and finally subsiding. You didn't. But I knew it wouldn't last. It didn't three times before, so why the fuck should it be different this time, huh."

He pursed his lips, still looking up at you.

"Never mind you're the sweetest guy I've ever, ever met, so, so pretty and kind and thoughtful and I- I- I- I felt like fucking laughing stock, do you know! Every, every single day I was waiting for you to finally confess I wasn't your soulmate, only for you to reiterate it again and again and not fucking understanding anything with those big soft eyes and all the doodles and refusing to admit you were lying to me. And each day you continued to pester me, each time we met in that god awful hotel, I was waiting for you to come clean, to finally pull the rug under me and laugh in my face, and each time, you refused."

"Because I wasn't! Everything I said to you was true, everything I felt, everything- How can you not see that? How can you not acknowledge the symptoms, how can you- After- after four months!"

"Don't! Talk to me like you know what it's like! Don't try to tell me four months is a long time, not when I waited for years, years before-"

"But I'm telling you now!"

You didn't even know his voice could get so loud, sound so annoyed and at the same time desperate. Bordering on hopeless.

"I'm telling you now, I am your soulmate and you are mine, you! Are! My soulmate! You are! You know you are, you can feel it, I know, I know because I can feel it! Because nobody else feels like you do, because we have the matching skin link, because- Everything! I don't need to wait longer than four months to see that it's us; we belong together, I can see that,  now!"

"You! Said the link was weakening." There were tears in your eyes now. Tears beginning to slip out. "You said-"

"I lied because I couldn't take it anymore!" He was full out crying again, wringing his hands and furiously wiping his cheeks. "Because I felt like a monster needing your touch, because I really did feel broken when- But you know! You know what it feels like, and you still-"

He broke off, and by chance you met his eyes again.

The urge to fall forward into his arms ripped through you again, stronger than ever before.

"I won't leave. I promise on everything. I won't. You are my soulmate. I know it. I know I'm yours. Please."

You didn't know what he was pleading for.

Was this what it felt like?

It felt strange to explore the possibility. Of him, really, being your-

"How can you be so sure." You shook your head through tears. "How can you-"

At your prolonged resistance he began to sober again.

That horrible smile dripped off his face along the tears that ceases to flow, and through your blurry vision you could see his face harden with every heartbeat.

He looked out the window.

"I can't." He said, then. Shook his head. "I can't, I don't have anything to prove it. Not if you don't want to believe it. Nothing I could say can do that."

He hugged his arms around himself, rocked forward, still looking out of the window.

Your insides were raw and tender and your head void of any thoughts.

Your left knee wavered under the strain of resisting the sheer need to feel Taehyung's arms around you, to be comforted in the only way that mattered right now.

But it didn't give out.

"Tae-"

He shook his head, not meeting your gaze.

"No," He underlined his action, drawing his legs up. "No, go. Just… Go."

And so you did.

You couldn't remember how it had gotten midnight already; if you thought back, you'd just left the hospital, and yet the darkness pressed against the windows from outside.

Inside it wasn't much brighter. None of the lights were turned on. You were still wearing your coat, lying curled up on the couch.

The screaming headache had subsided, as had most of your pain, thanks to being so close to Taehyung for so long.

The lack of excruciating pain left room for a different sort of exhaustion, one that came with a padded sense of the world and a warmth in your chest that beckoned for you to fall in bed and have painless, dreamless sleep.

And yet you didn't move from your spot on the couch, didn't dare to breathe too deeply, even.

There was a stale light in the room the next time you blinked.

Your dying phone let you know it was nearing half past seven in the morning. Had you slept?

There was a bundle of messages from several people, but the one labelled "S.Mate T" hadn't send anything.

You watched as the percentage count in the corner flickered down to one.

The device dropped from your grasp.

For a moment it seemed like everything held its breath.

Then you were able to move again, after hours upon hours frozen to the same position; rolled off the sofa and down on all fours to pick up the phone.

Your finger brushed something light as it grabbed the device from halfway under the furniture.

It was a marker, one with a medium broad tip, good for jotting down important points on handmade posters.

You held it between your fingers.

Taehyung was still there, in the hospital most likely.

You sat with your back to the couch and uncapped the marker. If was difficult to push the sleeve and sweater back far enough to have enough blank skin showing, but you managed. The crescent moon you attempted was a bit crumpled.

With bated breath, and not knowing what for, really, you waited.

Waited.

A blue star appeared to the bottom left of the moon. It was small and just as crinkled, but you could've cried again seeing it appear line by line.

You added another star, to the right.

Another appeared, also on the right, faster this time.

A smile began on your face as you drew another.

You took off your coat at some point. Pushed your hoodie up, too.

Your entire lower arm was covered in tiny stars, from the moon at your wrist to the inside of your elbow.

It was Taehyung's turn to draw something.

A circle appeared in the crook of your arm, then a short line. Four more lines appeared and then there was a small sun to match the moon, and an entire sky stretched on your arm.

Tiny dots appeared between each star and its neighbour. A line formed, sprang between the stars, back and forth but never crossing, until there was a single line connecting the moon to the sun.

You waited, if more would appear, but it seemed like Taehyung had finished. The marker in your own hand lowered.

You wanted to keep going, draw more, connect, more, but were at a loss at what to add.

By chance you turned your arm and saw more lines had appeared on the upside of it. Little squares, a comic, almost.

The stick figure with the horizontal mouth was clearly meant to be you.

After a few more moments an entire storyline had taken shape on your skin.

The circumstances changed, but the pattern repeated over and over - You, unhappy, and Taehyung, close by. You, deflecting his advances, and him, being sad about it, and in a little cloud thinking of hugging you.

You held your arm close to your face. A rectangle appeared, a bed. A head on the pillow, arms next to it.

Taehyung was drawing himself, in the hospital bed.

A little thinking cloud appeared.

You pressed your eyes shut and burst into tears.

He was thinking of hugging you.

"How," You pressed your hands to your face. "How have you not given up yet! Why!"

Crooked letters appeared under the tiny Taehyung in his bed, thinking of hugging you.

p l e a s e

-

Showered, with new clothes on and armed with a hastily buttered toast, pockets of your jacket stuffed with cereal bars, you left your flat again.

Four bars later you dropped their wrappings in a bin outside the hospital before heading in.

The nurse on reception nodded at you before you could hand them your ID; smiled, even.

"Go right ahead." They said, and you nodded in thanks.

Around the corner and down the hall you went, until you stopped in front of his door.

It was one thing to have the visual representation of what Taehyung thought of, wished for, scrawled over your skin, but another to be facing him, especially after leaving like you had yesterday.

You pushed the door open.

A nurse was there, fussing around him as you entered.

He looked up from the arm she was holding and pressing a stethoscope to, measuring his pulse manually.

The bed was angled in a way that allowed him to sit up while leaned against the headpiece.

Not long after you had arrived the nurse finished and left.

"You came." He said, and his voice was quiet.

A snide remark wound its way up your throat but it was forgotten the moment you swallowed.

Nothing was left.

"Yeah." You managed to bring out.

"Can I… We…" He trailed off.

"What you were thinking about?"

He nodded, carefully. Unsure.

"If- If you're okay with-"

You sat on the bed and opened your arms.

He kept looking at you until the last possible moment, until his arms were both around your middle and he put his head down on your collarbone at last.

Only this time it wasn't him hugging you and you letting him.

This time you closed your arms around him, too, as tight as you could and you put your head down, no secret angling or careful barely there touches; pressed first a kiss to his hair, then your cheek, and then you were sniffing again.

The relief was all encompassing.

It wasn't a tidal wave but a strong current flowing through you, resonating where Taehyung was holding you and you were holding him.

It rounded off the little crooks and pains that had nestled deeply into your body, smoothed kinks and edges, swept the jarring tumble of horrible thoughts that you had had stuck in your head for weeks now, out.

You wanted to say something but yawned instead, so tired all of a sudden that you felt incredibly cold and shivered.

"Get under the covers." Taehyung told you.

It seemed like a wonderful idea.

With your boots and coat off, Taehyung lifted the bedsheet and you climbed in, waiting patiently as he lowered the backrest.

A tight knot in your lower belly began to dissolve as you laid down next to him, your legs pushing into each other as both of you tried to get closer.

His hand came up to your cheek, gently squished it a bit. He stroked over it, with his forehead leaned against yours.

Under the covers he allowed you to slip a knee between his thighs. It pushed him towards his back a little and had you coming forward a bit so you were almost lying on top of him.

Your noses touched and with his hand still on your cheek, he closed his eyes.

Smiled.

You felt the tiny huff of his exhale.

At last you closed your eyes, too, when his lips came up and pressed a soft, soft kiss underneath your eye.

His hand left your cheek and pulled you closer, until your head was lying against his throat and more than half of you was nestled against his front and the warmth seeped into every part of your body.

There was nothing in the world except Taehyung's body against yours, his arms holding you close.

You pressed the softest of kisses to his neck and slept in.

You were so comfortable, so safe, that you didn't open your eyes after drifting to consciousness right away.

A low voice was humming a song. You could feel a hand on your side, holding you against a softly moving chest, and you were so comfortable you smiled without seeing the world yet.

Taehyung must have noticed you stirring. Without faltering in his humming he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"What's that song." You mumbled, and at last yawned and opened your eyes.

Taehyung looked down on you, with a smile so wide.

His blue hair was fluffed up and his eyes were still a bit red, but he looked so happy that you couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Euphoria. Jungkookie sang it a while ago, and I really liked it."

He didn't let go of his hold on you even when you stretched your arms over your head and tried to straighten your spine.

His grin widened at your struggle. You settled back down and wrinkled your nose.

"The guy from your study group?"

Finally he took his arm away and you rolled on your back, stretching and yawning as wide as you could.

He watched you with his head on the pillow and his hands folded over his stomach.

"Yeah, that one. How do you know him? He's not in-"

"I asked around, after you didn't- After you didn't come to Uni anymore. Wanted to know if someone else had seen you."

The big, loving smile on Taehyung's face simmered down.

"And? What did he say?"

You squinted your eyes at him.

"He said you were probably up for four days straight painting something before passing out from exhaustion and sleeping for a week or something."

Taehyung laughed.

You'd never heard or seen him laugh.

In awe, you looked at him.

You could felt it in your chest, how deep the love you felt for him ran. Now that you'd let it.

The blue haired boy shook his head.

"Of course he'd say that. Idiot."

He sobered up alarmingly fast. You could almost sense what he was going to say next, even before his expression turned careful and his eyes hesitantly found yours.

"Why did. Um." He paused, lips parted as he tried to find the words. You turned on your side. "What changed?"

Your eyes lost focus somewhere around his collarbones, and now it was your turn to reach within and fish out words.

"I was. So afraid. That you might not be it, too. Again. I didn't- I didn't want to allow myself to. But." You broke off. Both him and you were breathing slowly.

You reached out with your hand, and he met you halfways, covering it with his palm.

"I don't know. I think. Everyone… They made an announcement, for me to come to the entry hall reception. Because they couldn't figure out how to help you and wanted to try and see if contact to your Soulmate would help, but they only found me because you listed me as your Soulmate in your student register. Maybe it's because they all… No. I don't know."

You tugged the arm with the drawings up where you could see it clearly.

"I guess… I guess I needed you to yell at me that you were my Soulmate before I could. Start. To think you really could be. Are. This, helped. I think."

You pointed your nose towards the drawings.

Taehyung turned his arm so you could see the matching drawing there, ballpoint pen alternating with lines colourful against his skin.

For a very long moment neither of you spoke.

"I think I understand."

You looked up and saw his forehead creased as he studied your linked hands.

His dark eyes met yours before he opened his mouth again.

"Feeling… What I felt, only worse because you know that there's no remedy, and three times… I understand why. Why you did what you did."

You pursed your lips.

"It doesn't excuse how I treated you. That I let it get this far-"

He shook his head.

Gently bonked his forehead against yours.

"I told you I understand, remember. You don't have to…" He trailed off and you lifted an eyebrow. "No, actually, an apology would be only fair."

He leaned back and looked at you. You stared.

"What, now?"

"Yeah. Yeah why not, let's hear what you got."

You scrunched up your face and hid it in the pillow.

Taehyung poked your side.

You groaned.

His poking resumed.

"Okay fine!" Abruptly you sat up and threw the blanket back, glowering at an innocently smiling Taehyung. 

"Tae-"

"No, no, do it formally!"

You briefly stared at the ceiling.

"Kim Taehyung. Apple of my eye. The- Cutest boy I've ever met. Blue-haired, honey-voiced angel. My Soulmate. I am sincerely sorry for treating you worse than shit for the past-" You had to pause to count. "-Five months now. I know I fucked up. Royally. Absolutely. And the the fault for that is all mine. And I am sorry."

Your voice got quieter towards the end, until the big grin was gone from Taehyung's face, replaced with a somber look.

He pushed himself up until you both sat side by side on the bed, and he reached out with his hand to hold yours.

"I accept your apology."

He said in a low voice.

Your eyes met, and though the weight of what had happened still hung heavy on your soul, you could muster a small smile.

Taehyung looked down on your hands.

"I also know… To an extent, what you went through, before- Before we met. And I know a lifetime of my love cannot possibly make up for the pain you must've gone through. But I hope you'll give me a chance at trying."

"Yes." The last syllable wasn't even past his lips yet when you answered already, holding his hand tighter. "Yes, I will. I am. Whatever you'll give me, I'll take what I can get."

"I do hope you plan on giving back something, at least…"

He was grinning again, and so were you.

"Master Gibbs and Jack would disapprove." You pouted.

"Captain." Taehyung reminded you, and you grinned even wider.

"True."

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand.

"So… You'll take anything, did I hear that right?"

His face was suspiciously even and his voice oddly calm.

You squinted your eyes at him, slowly disentangling your hands.

"You know, I begin to regret-"

"Accept my love, then!" Taehyung interrupted you, and with a soft sound of surprise, he tugged you down onto the bed with him again, holding you there with an arm and a leg thrown over you to keep from moving.

"I can handle this." You admitted, hands coming up to his sides already while you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "I can- Yeah, this is nice."

"Come on Tae!"

You had to shout over the loud music and the sound of blades curving through the ice.

Your Soulmate wobbled towards you, insecure on the slippery surface, with arms outstretched and desperately trying to keep his balance.

He managed to gain momentum and couldn't stop in time before he collided with you.

His arms reflexively closed around your middle.

His chin met your shoulder and you felt him exhaling.

He tightened his hug.

"Feels like hugging a cloud." He huffed into your ear, before you made an effort about fluffing his hair and fussing over him a bit. Satisfied with the attention he got, Taehyung parted from you and moved on to hold the side of the bar in the middle of the ice rink.

"There you are!"

You turned your head.

Jimin and Jungkook slowed to a stop in front of you, hands linked and both the epitome of grace on ice.

Both wore skinny jeans, although Jungkook's top wear was the same puffy fluffy jacket you were sporting, only in black, while Jimin had stuck to a pink hoodie.

"We've been circling the rink for hours!" Jungkook moved forward to hug you hello. He wedged himself between you and the next girl to your left.

"Dude! Matching jackets!" His eyes were round with joy.

You laughed.

"Fluffy is best."

"Couldn't agree more. Jeez I'm starving. Hey! Hi, can I get a hot brownie, please?"

He waved a few notes of money and you chuckled.

To your other side Jimin and Taehyung were painstakingly keeping at least a foot distance between them.

Both were attempting and very much failing to hide their dumb smiles, and kept sneaking glances at the other.

"Wonder if these two are gonna get anywhere like, at all." You said to Jungkook over your shoulder without looking away from the two idiots you'd come with.

"My words, exactly." Jungkook stated through half a mouth full of steaming brownie. He waved a chocolatey finger.

"Like, I'm happy for them, obviously, but watching them skirt around each other is so painful!"

"Right?!"

You stole a piece of his brownie and licked your fingers afterwards. It was really good.

You shook your head but couldn't get another word in before Jin, working this year's Christmas Village's very own Ice Rink Bistro, came sliding over and glared at you.

"Look at you two, judging two perfectly love struck boys. Matching outfits, too, huh?"

Jungkook lifted his finger while you stole another piece of his brownie. Both of you said:

"It's like we're Soulmates."

Jin stared.

Jungkook and your gaze met, both of you bursting into giggles.

"Jinx." You stated, at the same time as Jungkook.

His eyes disappeared behind his bunny smile.

You paused. He bit on his lower lip, eye sparkling.

"Jinx again!" Both of you burst out, full on laughing by now.

He lifted a hand and offered you a high five. The resounding smack had several people turn their heads, and left both your palms burning.

"It's like we finish each other's-"

"Sandwiches!"

Jin groaned at your reply and skated away.

"We finally scared him off." You sipped on the slightly overpriced lemonade while Jungkook continued to grin.

"I can't believe you actually got that reference I was getting at."

He picked up the last crumbs of the brownie.

You playfully glared at him.

"Frozen is a classic."

He nodded, and together you turned your back to the bar and watched Taehyung heavily leaning on Jimin while the latter tried to teach the former how to do footwork and get more comfortable on the ice.

Jungkook plucked the plastic cup from your hands and took a sip.

"Hans deserved better." He mumbled in passing, just before he dipped his lips into the drink again.

"Oh god yes!"

At your enthusiasm his eyes rounded again.

"Do you know of the theory- well I say 'theory' but honestly it seems like canon, at least to me, but do you know of the theory that the trolls hexed Hans' so he'd stop loving Anna and so she could be with Kristoff instead?"

Throughout your talking Jungkook kept on nodding, agreeing to what you said.

"Yes! And the one about Hans secretly being a fire bender?"

You grabbed his arm with excitement.

"Oh my god, yes! Oh, it's so great to finally have someone who gets it!"

Jungkook grinned down on you.

You caught Taehyung's eyes as he came sliding up to the two of you.

He hugged you again, visibly tired from the three or four circles he'd done with Jimin.

"You get along well." He stated, pouting a little.

Jimin nodded to Jungkook, and he softly patted your shoulder before leaving your side for his soulmate. Together they slid off, at a considerably higher speed.

Taehyung huffed.

"Show-off." He emptied your drink. Then he nudged your elbow. "Hm?"

You laughed and put your head on his shoulder.

"I finally found someone who understands™ my Frozen headcanons."

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Honestly? You're still- come on, I said you convinced me after you send me all those posts."

You shrugged, grinned.

"Incredible. I invite you all to this year's christmas village, and this is the thanks I get- Being humiliated on the ice and dragged by my soulmate."

"Aw c'mon." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, able to see the grin he tried to hide and that proved his feigned hurt to be a blatant lie. "We're all enjoying ourselves! Just… Each a little different."

Finally he turned to meet your hug completely, grinning and dropping all pretense.

"I know." He said, putting his head next to yours. "And I'm really glad about that, winter bear."

i have it bad for blue haired taehyung, and 50% of the reason why i wrote this can be blamed on that one slightly blurry snapchat selfie in @firebettercallnct​ ‘s texting AU that HURT me,,

#i'm just #blue haired tae is THE tae for me yknow #like that's his haircolour #brown haired tae is v soft and nice as well #but something abt that blue hair idk #bts #kim taeyhung #coys #color of your shirt inspired #taehyung au #bts au #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts fic #bts angst #bts reactions #jeon jeongguk #park jimin #min yoongi #kim seokjin #reader #bts reader insert #kim taheyung x reader #soulmate au #skinlink au #hurt and comfort #genderneutral reader #they/them pronouns #no y/n

[sunshine-bluez]

Can I get a soft taehyung headcanon pweasseee UWU

Soft Taehyung

okay listen:

Taehyung may sometimes seem aloof and untouchable because of how stunning he is

but how he feels inside towards his loved ones (friends, lovers, family) is very different

he’s honestly just a soft uwu boy at heart

will let his s/o do whatever they want

like they can drape themself all over his back and he would just adjust himself so that you’re comfortable

loves when you feed him! will sit and just look at you with puppy eyes while opening his mouth

one of his favorite activities is taking a nap with his head in your lap because he knows you’ll play with his hair

he also loves to take photos of you

you’ll just be doing work at your desk and you’ll suddenly hear a quiet “cute” and you look up to see him pointing his phone camera at you

his love for his favorite people is a quiet and steady one, like an undercurrent

#bts #taeyhung #v #kim taehyung #bts headcanon #kpop #bts fluff #taehyung fluff

[fuc-cough]

okay, but like who gave these two precious bbs the permission

tO GROW

THE

FUCK

UP

beCaUSE I KNOW I SURE AS HELL DIDNT

but i’m not complaining ;)

#bts #bts army #bts fluff #bts icons #bts jungkook #bts kookie #bts kookv #bts v #bts taetae #bts taekook #bts taeyhung #bts bias #bts bangtan boys #i was not prepared

[eleni-cherie]

polaris ✨|| bts • kth au - part 0.8

"You brought the stars from the sky right to my skin." And it all started with an astronomy book.

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masterlist: here

— genre: art college au romcom, fluff, humour, romance, angst, strangers to lovers s2l

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It had stopped raining, but it was still cool. The coastal breeze making them lightly shiver under their clothes every here and there. It was still nice though. The weather not changing the wonderful view.

Taehyung looked at Cassandra as she was telling him about a similar lake she had visited as a kid. She seemed to genuinely enjoy it there, sitting crossed-legged next to him on a cold rock. The wind sometimes blowing one of her curls right onto her face and her brushing it off with her hand as she continued talking to him.

He smiled to himself, adverting his eyes from her and back to the sea in the distance. They grew silent. Observing the waves forming and dissolving again.

"Thanks for bringing me here," Cassandra spoke up again. Fiddling with the hem of her jacket. "It's really beautiful and I didn't even know this place existed." "You showed me your amazing attic, so.." A small smile tucking on her lips as she brushed off yet another curl. He really liked her hair. The colour was unusual and its texture as well. It was beautiful.

"Cassandra," he simply said then, frowning lightly. "That's a weird name. But I like it." His chuckle made her let out one as well. "Thanks, but yours isn't too bad either." "Earlier in the car.. you called me 'Tae'," he stated then. Her eyes widening. Had she? She hadn't noticed it. "Oh, sorry. I tend to shorten names sometimes. I won't do it again." "No, no." He shook his head then, grinning. "I like it. Keep calling me that." She pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks blushing for some reason. "Does 'Taehyung' mean anything?" she curiously asked then. Watching him think for a moment, his eyes focusing on something in the sky as the wind lightly tousled his own strands of hair. Maybe taking off the beanie hadn't been a good idea. "'All wishes come true, everything will be alright even if facing difficult situations' -this kind of meaning. My grandpa was someone who studies names and creates names for others. He gave this to me, so it'd be similar to my dad's."

Cassandra was seemingly in awe, as she didn't expect such a deep meaning. "That's a really great meaning for a name," she smiled then, seeing him smiling at her as well. "What about yours?" She bit her lips at his question, shrugging. "Mine doesn't really have a meaning. At least, no one knows it for sure." "That's.. sad. It's such a beautiful name. I'm sure it also has a beautiful meaning." There, her cheeks started burning now. She shrugged it off. "But it's alright," she grinned then, "And hey, my grandpa also chose my name. He was an astrophysicist and named me after an asteroid. 114 Kassandra." "Hold on, you're named after an asteroid?" He looked at her in disbelief for a moment. "That's really cool, it sounds so badass!" he exclaimed. Clearly amazed by that fact, making her laugh. "You know what else, though?" she said then with raised brows. Her tone exciting him only more. "The asteroid was named after a historical person. Ever heard of the Trojan War?" Furrowing his brows, he nodded. "Don't tell me there was someone named like that there." "There was," she smirked, "She was actually princess of Troy and a priestess of Apollo. She was cursed to utter true prophecies, but never to be believed." Her smile slowly turning into a sad one as she looked down to her shoes. "Quite sad destiny, isn't it? To see the future and have no one believe you." Taehyung nodded, noticing her glum expression. "But I still think it's a beautiful name and besides-" He pushed himself off the rock then. Glancing over his shoulder, he stuffed his hands into his jacket's pockets. The expression on his face changing from a playful to a soft one. "You don't need to worry. I'll always believe every word you say."

For a moment, she just stared at him. Observing his wavy hair swaying in the wind similar to the waves of the lake. "Tae?" "Hm?" "How did you know where I live?" He turned around, facing her with a smirk. "Told you. I have my ways." She rolled her eyes. "Seriously. I forgot to tell you, so how did you find out?" The boy dramatically sighed then, taking a step back to lean his arms on the rock. "Me and the guys live a couple of houses down the road. I always see you on your way to college." "That.. sounds creepy." He laughed out. "You asked." Something cold and wet fell on their skin. "Not again," he heard her complain. Straightening himself, he held his hand out for her to grab which she gladly did. Carefully getting off the rock. He didn't let go of her hand though, neither did she. And she couldn't help but notice its warmness. And a tingling feeling, like stars from the sky on her skin. "W-we're going to get soaked," she said as the rain drops started pouring harder. Letting go of him then. She didn't really want to, but the situation felt awkward. She wasn't sure of how to act not to make it worse. And Taehyung noticed it in the way her eyes were avoiding his as they were making their way back. His hand feeling colder than before now. Him quickly stuffing it back into his jacket's pocket. He looked around then, searching for his car. Once he spotted it, they ran over to it. However, he couldn't instantly find his keys. Rummaging his pockets. "Wait a sec-" he yelled over the rain, frantically searching for it. When suddenly hearing Cassandra's laugh. Confused his looked up, seeing her having thrown back her head. Her eyes were closed and a content smile was on her face as heavy rain drops rolled down her face, tickling her. By this point, they were both soaked. "I think it's too late," he pointed out. She nodded, beginning to laugh all over again. The rain pouring harder on both of them. And he couldn't help but smile at this reckless view of her.

And as he saw Cassandra like this, Taehyung slowly realised what he was doing or rather, what he was about to do. And his smile disappeared. His lips forming a straight line. "Let's go," he monotonously said. Having found his keys, he unlocked the door. Both quickly getting inside. The drive back was dreadfully silent. Both just staring outside at the wet road and trees without exchanging any words. Cassandra occasionally peeking at him. She wasn't sure, but something seemed off all of the sudden. He was silent. Lips pressed together, brown eyes focused on the road. It seemed like in his head he was miles away. And she was wondering what caused that change between them.

Soon they were back in the city and he stopped the car right in front of her house. "Well," Cassandra said then as she removed the seatbelt, "Thank you very much for today." "No problem." His voice not above a whisper. Which made her frown, not understanding his mood change. "Okay, goodbye then," she softly said and took her painting from the backseat. Getting off then, she slammed the car door behind her. Watching him driving off. And Cassandra was standing there in her drive way, feeling like something was missing.

Maybe the aching feeling in her chest and stars on her skin again.

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next chapter: 0.9

#bts college au #taehyung college au #kim taehyung x oc #bts fluff #taehyung fanfic #bts #kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts v #kpop fanfic #bts au #taehyung #bts imagines #taeyhung au #sarah hyland #bts gifs #kth #bts romance #bts reacions #yoongi #namjoon #jimin #jungkook #seokjin #hoseok #s2l #strangers to lovers