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ellivenollivander · 11 months

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Valentine's Day

@halfwisteria suggested a Pre-Valentines Day scenario for Amit, a few weeks ago and I finally got inspired to write something for it! Rating: 18+ for insinuations Summary: MC loathes Valentine's Day because she's lonely and desperately in love with her best friend. For two Ravenclaws they sure are dumb. Pairing: Amit Thakkar x F!MC Word Count: 4,329 (LOL) A/N: Aged up characters (seventh year at Hogwarts), broody MC, Sebastian Sallow cameo!

MC had half a mind to simply lock herself in her dorm room, bed curtains tightly closed for all hours of the day until the fifteenth of February.

Perhaps she could convince her professors she had come down with a terrible case of spattergroit and simply did not wish to be seen by anyone. It seemed like a reasonable enough excuse, though the more she thought about it on her walk to History Of Magic, she realized they would probably have her whisked away to the hospital wing where Madam Blainey would see by her clear complexion and ability to speak that she definitively did not have spattergroit.

She grunted against the door of the classroom, rolling her eyes at Adelaide and Evangeline who were giggling around a bit of parchment when she entered, scowling at the little hearts they were taking turns drawing along the edges.

It wasn’t that she hated romance or love in general, but the sudden public displays of it this time of year were starting to grate on her already frayed nerves under the stress of her NEWTS. It had absolutely nothing to do with the longing she held for her best friend, who was sitting in his usual spot in the classroom. His schoolbag tucked into the chair at his side, for her, his body curled over a book laid on the table.

MC gave Amit a halfhearted grunt as a greeting as she slumped into her chair, resting her head on the table. Half hoping that if she licked the dirty surface beneath her face she really could contract spattergroit. Surely it would be better than having to suffer hormonal teenagers groping one another in the corridors of a school.

Amit’s laugh as he shoved her shoulder with his own had her turning her head to look up at him. Her heart performing an involuntary somersault at the amusement in his kind eyes.

He pressed a finger against her forehead, pushing her gently, eyebrow quirked.

“You alright, MC? You seem… upset. Not that it’s a bad thing or that I’m upset by you being upset. It’s okay to be upset. But you can talk to me if you are.”

MC laughed softly, with her cheek still resting on the table, letting Amit run out of breath.

“I just hate Valentine’s Day. Makes me want to toss myself off the Astronomy tower. I swear if I see one more pink heart or one more couple practically fornicating in the corridors I’m going to do so.”

Amit stifled a laugh of his own, rolling his eyes at his best friend's favorite threat against her own life at every minor inconvenience that befalls her.

“Well then, you might want to keep your head down because Andrew Larson and Lenora Everleigh are…” His face fills with a blush and contorts into something crossed between curiosity and disgust, his gaze somewhere behind her head. “… probably better off skipping class altogether and finding a broom cupboard.”

MC whips her head around, curiosity getting the better of her. She indeed witnesses Andrew pressing Lenora against the wall of the classroom, shoving his tongue down her throat.

She turns back to Amit, her eyes rolling so far into her skull she thinks she may sprain something.

Amit just laughs at her, his face now back to normal with his eyes back on his desk.

“I told you not to look, to be fair.”

“But you knew I would!”

“Astronomy towers that way.” His finger pointing absentmindedly in a random direction, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. When she made a move to stand, he pulled her back down by the sleeve of her robe.

“Stop that, it’s not that bad, really. They’re just in…love.” His eyes were soft, almost pleading when he met her gaze. “You should let them enjoy it.”

“They’re not in love, Amit. They’re hormonal and I’m not stopping them from their attempts to contract every venereal disease possible, I’m simply stopping myself from having to witness it.” She knew she sounded bitter, lonely even. Though she couldn’t help it much, and she was saved from Amit’s further lecture by Professor Binns’ own.

Despite every other student getting to catch up on their sleep during this particular class, She was forced to stay awake alongside Amit. If she dared even blink for too long, he would pinch her beneath the table. He couldn’t force her to pay attention to the droning of their paranormal professor, however, so she entertained herself with thoughts of how best to avoid actually existing in the school for at least the next several days.

She was working her way through a delicious scenario involving being dragged to the bottom of the Black Lake by a pack of vicious grindylows when a piece of parchment smacked her square in the forehead. She scowled at Amit, assuming it was his feeble attempt to pull her back to the dissolution of the wizards council, but he was staring straight ahead, taking his usual notes.

She frowned and picked up the parchment, but before she could unfold it, her attention was drawn to the table ahead of her, where she was being psst at.

Adelaide Oakes was staring at her with a wide eyed look and a red face as she frantically pointed at Amit, while Evangeline giggled beside her. MC bristled, mind going back to the parchment the two Hufflepuffs had been fawning over when she had entered the classroom.

She contemplated walking up and shoving it down her peppy little throat. Instead, she slid it over to Amit and tapped his arm to point it out. Feeling a bit satisfied when he glowered at it before shoving it into the pocket of his robes. Losing a bit of that satisfaction when he hissed at her for writing him notes during class, when she should be paying attention.

MC had to take a deep breath to avoid setting fire to the classroom.

“It wasn’t me, Amit. I-” She was about to tell him that if she had a mind to declare her love for him she’d do it in person, not in a damned note like a lovesick third year. Then she realized she did love him and had no mind to do any such thing. The fear of losing his friendship, greater than the desires of her heart. “Well, aren’t you going to read it? Then you’ll know it wasn’t me.”

Amit waved her off, and she let him. If only because she recognized the growing look of irritation on his face at missing the lecture. MC really did try not to take pleasure in the way Adelaide’s face fell when she watched the receiver of her wretched little note shove it into his pocket with a scowl, but she was only human and she bit back her smile as she returned to daydreams of a different kind. Ones much less morbid, and a bit more on theme for the tone of the castle these days.

When class was dismissed, Amit had to rouse her from her fantasies with a pinch to her arm and a chastising look. She followed him out the doors with a grumble, nearly having forgotten the note until Amit pulled her into a corner, his hand fishing into his robe pocket and pelting her with questions.

MC stomach twisted with anxious nausea as he retrieved the parchment, after she explained what she had seen, his hands shaking and face flushed.

She recoiled when he thrust it at her.

“What?! No! It’s for you!”

“I can’t do it, MC. Please.”

She softened, just for him and the desperation in his eyes, and took the note between her thumb and forefinger. He pulled it back before she could take it from his hand.

“No! You're right, I should read it. I should do it, she wrote it to me.” His shaking hands held the parchment, while his thumbs ran anxious circles over it. “Who wrote it? Adelaide or Evangeline?”

“Do you have a preference?” MC’s tone was laced with more venom than she had intended, and she winced at herself. The fall from the Astronomy Tower was sounding more and more ideal, as she watched the man she loved look so giddy at the prospect of two girls suddenly showing interest in him. As if the girl standing in front of him hadn’t been devoted to him since their very first astronomy class, back in fifth year.

She took a deep breath, attempting to fight back the angry green monster rearing its ugly head. She could reconcile her annoyance with either Adelaide or Evangeline, but the guilt of snapping at her favorite person in the world had her taking another deep, steadying breath.

“I just mean, I wasn’t aware you were interested in either of them. You’ve never… told me.” It felt like it was taking everything inside of her to act natural, to not betray the lump in her throat or the queasiness of her stomach.

“Adelaide’s nice! She’s really nice, did you know her Uncle works with goblins? He’s a metal trader! Oh and Evangeline loves history, she and I bump into each other a lot in the library. We share book recommendations with each other. Do you… do you know anything else about her? I know she helped you restore the bells for the school.”

MC had to bite back her retort of how Evangeline did not help with anything. How she had sent her up with nothing but the knowledge that bells had to be restored. It had taken her 45 minutes to get the bells to do what she wanted, in the furnace that was the music room.

Instead, she took another deep breath.

“Why don’t you just read the note, Amit. Then you can decide who your future wife is.”

This time, she managed to keep the bile down where it belonged, and her voice teasing in lieu of malicious.

“It’s just a note, MC it could be… it could just be her asking for my help with Astronomy or… or maybe she wants to borrow my notes…” He has finally begun to unfold the note, and MC let’s herself believe Amit’s innocent attempts to guard himself against the hope of someone crushing on him. MC knows better, she saw the blushing girls’ faces and heard their giggles. But the flicker of hope was enough to keep her from lighting the parchment aflame with her gaze alone.

The thirty seconds it takes Amit to open the note, and read its contents feels like hours. His face blushes a deep red, and he’s got a smile on his lips that MC has only seen in rare circumstances of extreme happiness. She wants to use her own skull as a battering ram against the stone wall.

“Well?” Her patience was running thin, and her skin was prickling with anxiety and pathetic pining.

“Adelaide! It … it was Adelaide! She… she wants to know if I’ll be her Valentine. I.. I think that would be nice.. having somewhere to go with someone … she’s nice and.. and she’s cute don’t you think? MC?” Amit was staring at her, expecting input from his best friend, who at the moment was currently fighting tears or vomit, she was still trying to decide when he said her name again.

She shook herself out, taking yet another deep shaky breath.

“If that’s what you want, Amit.”

She meets his gaze, and he seems to falter. His mouth opening and closing in silence before he drops her gaze, looking back at the note still laying in his hand.

“Yeah… I think it is. I think it will be nice. And fun! It’s just one day right? It doesn’t hurt to explore it! I’m going… I’m going to go find her and .. and set something up.”

He slides the note into his pocket, and walks away, feet moving quickly to try and catch up to the two girls who had left the hall arm in arm. Leaving MC standing alone, still feeling a bit sick.

She nurses her broken heart alongside Sebastian, who had taken minimal convincing to skip Potions class to sling curses in the Undercroft.

It doesn’t take him long to pick up on her agitation, when he has to repair the dummy they nicked off of Lucan, after she had casted a particularly powerful bombarda.

When the dummy is as good as new, he turns to meet her unapologetic gaze.

“Alright, what’s got you so pissed off?” He stands between her and the dummy, arms crossed in front of his chest. She’s equally irritated and grateful for how well he knows her.

MC feels herself deflate, feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with the man she sees as a brother, here in their little sanctuary.

“Can’t I just be pissed off for no good reason?” His amused smirk at her response eases her nerves even further. That, coupled with the exhaustion from their spell practice has her dragging her feet to a crate and slumping on to it. “… I just hate Valentine’s Day. I hate seeing all of these vile couples and their disgusting love and their awful public displays of affection. It’s as if someone has gassed the castle with amortentia.”

Sebastian joins her, his knee knocking against hers playfully as he sits beside her.

“Are you jaded, MC? You’re sounding quite jaded.”

When she shoots him a glare, he doesn’t miss a beat. “Lonely, then?”

When she visibly tenses, he lets out a small laugh, his face still kind and concerned despite the humor he finds in seeing his friend in such a state. MC considers switching targets for her spell practice.

“MC, I could point my finger at any man in this castle and they’d fall head over heels at the chance to take you out.”

She scrunches her nose at the notion, rolling her eyes as she stares at the stone floor of the Undercroft.

“Well, I don’t want just any man. I’m not just going to throw myself at anything with a pulse.” She meets his gaze, and continues on. “I may have my eye on a specific man…” She trails off, balking slightly in the face of her confession. When Sebastian’s eyes widen, and he runs his hand over the back of his neck, uncomfortably she stares at him in confusion.

“MC… I’m flattered, really. But… I see you as more of a sister… and I’m with Poppy.”

MC sputters, fighting back the urge to vomit on the floor at the thought.

“Gods, no, not you!” She throws in a gag and a look of disgust for good measure, clearly his ego could use the blow. “You're like a brother to me.”

The awkward tension immediately dissolves with their shared laughter and MC feels herself feeling lighter, braver.

“It’s…Merlin, I’ve never admitted it out loud before.” She takes another deep breath, and stares at the floor. Her head filling with her dark haired Ravenclaw, his kind eyes. His passion for knowledge. His ability to love unconditionally anyone or anything he deems worthy.

“ItsAmit.” She admits it quickly, like pulling a sliver. Her eyes unwavering in their gaze on the floor. She can feel her cheeks heat in a blush, she doesn’t have to look in a mirror to know that her face is crimson red.

“Oh. That makes sense… So tell him, ask him out for Valentine's Day.” Sebastian’s knee knocking against hers was meant to be comforting, yet she still wrinkled her nose at the suggestion.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, I can’t… he’s going out with Adelaide Oakes.” MC cannot hold back the venom in her tone at the name of the girl she’s seething with jealousy towards.

When Sebastian is silent, she glares at him. He looks deep in thought, staring at the floor. She punches his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary to draw his attention back to her and her self pity.

His face immediately splits into a cheeky grin, mischief flashing in his eyes as he turns back towards her.

“Sorry, was just thinking about them as a couple. It’s cute. They have my blessing.”

MC punches him again, this time definitely harder than necessary. He clutches the injured spot on his arm with a loud laugh.

“Right. Sorry. I’m meant to be comforting aren’t I?”

When MC continues staring at him in disbelief he laughs again, punching her shoulder back. As gently as he can.

“I think you should tell him. What, Are you scared?”

They both know that he’s teasing her, but when she grimaces at the question, he lets out a soft oh. Then collects himself, rubbing her shoulder in an awkward attempt at comforting her. He’s grateful when she shrugs him off. They’re close, like family, but physical affection between the two friends was rare at best.

“Not scared of telling him, not really anyway… but scared of losing what we have. He’s my best friend, Sebastian. I don’t know if I could live with myself if we lost that. Our connection, our comfort with one another.” She sounds exasperated, like she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. She ignores Sebastian feigning hurt at the enunciation she had made at the words best friends, his hand held over his heart. “I just feel as though it’s not worth the risk. I’ll just have to find a way to live with feeling this way about him.”

Sebastian heaves a sigh, his hands running through his hair, evidence of his concentration.

“You’re sure it’s not just a fleeting feeling? The season clouding your judgement?” His hands waving softly in the air. “Hormones?”

MC heaves a sigh of her own, and when she meets Sebastian’s gaze once again, her eyes are wet with tears of longing.

“No, Sebastian. I wish it was fleeting. I feel like I’m walking around with my heart in a vice. I love him. I’m in love with him, and I think I have been since I met him.” She hates the way she sounds, desperately pining after her best friend. The regret of not acting on her love for him months ago, making her chest constrict, bringing bile into her throat. She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her uniform, tears now falling freely at sitting in her regret, her desire.

Gratitude finding its way into the compounding emotions she was being overtaken by, when Sebastian turns away. Pretending to be interested in the tower of discarded furniture in the corner. She’s thankful for his small act of mercy.

“Do you want advice? Or do you just want to wallow?” His voice is soft, through the chastising tone. They both know this isn’t her, always having been the girl to face every challenge, every obstacle, with her head held high.

She manages a small laugh, wiping away the last of her traitorous tears.

“We both know you’re going to say what you want to say anyway.”

He makes a sound of agreement, deep in his throat before he turns to her. His hands rolling his wand between them.

“I know you, and I know Amit, thanks to you. I think you should tell him. Even if” He holds his hand in her face when she opens her mouth to object. “Even if the feelings aren’t reciprocated. The two of you would get through it. Don’t think either one of you would much like to be without the other, in any capacity.”

~*~

Back up in the Ravenclaw common room, Sebastian’s words are still ringing in her head as MC stares at the ceiling from the couch she had claimed for the past few hours. Quite literally lying in wait for Amit to come back from the library.

Every sound near the door had her ears perked up, eyes moving towards it like a dog waiting for the return of its owner. She felt downright silly, but her mind could be occupied by nothing else but the proclamation of love she was about to bestow on her best friend.

Sebastian had promised her a raid of the kitchens for cauldron cakes and ice cream if it went downhill. She was clinging to that promise like an anchor in the sea of anxiety she now found herself in.

Just as she was about to round on some poor second year to beg him to double check that Amit wasn’t actually in his dorm. He walked through the door, arms laden with books and a look of contentment on his face.

She lurched from the couch immediately, putting herself between him and the dormitory stairs.

“Can we talk?”

~*~

Minutes later they stood in the cold night, wrapped in a warming charm above the Ravenclaw Common Room.

MC was pacing, her eyes on the toes of her boots, while Amit's eyes followed her, anxiety written into his features at the behavior of his best friend.

Her stomach was tied up in knots, and she had to continually take deep steadying breaths to stop from hurling herself over the railing and falling to her demise.

Sebastian’s words are still ringing in her head.

The two of you will get through it.

Neither one of you would much like to be without the other.

They spurred her on. She turned on her heel one last time, before facing Amit.

He stood up straight under her gaze.

“MC wha-”

She cut him off with a shake of her head and another deep breath.

“No, I’m sorry. I just need to get this out before I lose my courage. Please.” She wondered for a moment which she’d prefer. Facing Ranrok beneath the castle again, or facing a potential rejection from her best friend when she confesses her love for him, above it.

Amit nodded slowly, his voice caught in his throat, unsure of how to comfort the girl in front of him when he wasn’t being allowed to speak. He opted for a comforting hand on her shoulder, to which filled her face with a blush and she resisted the urge to lean into it.

She held her hands up in front of her body, nearly touching Amit’s chest.

“Okay. I’m not really one for dramatic speeches or reciting love poems or even drawing pathetic little hearts on bits of parchment and tossing them onto your coursework. But I need to get it off of my chest, and I know this is the worst possible fucking time, and could potentially ruin our entire friendship and sully every memory we’ve ever made together…” She takes another deep breath, her eyes shut tight to avoid watching Amit’s reaction to her rambling confession. “... What I'm trying to say, in a very long winded way is that… I’m in love with you. Have been in love with you, and I’m sorry.”

When it feels like far too many minutes have passed and Amit still hasn’t said a word, she risks opening her eyes. Finding him staring into hers, eyes wet with tears and face bathed in the soft light of the moon.

“Do…Do you mean it?” His voice is soft, she wouldn’t have heard him if it wasn’t for the silent night around them.

She’s taken aback by the question and she takes yet another risk, taking his hands in hers.

“Of course I mean it, I wouldn’t lie or joke about something like this, Amit.”

He sniffs, pulling his hands back to wipe his eyes before running them down his face. His voice jumbled when he speaks from behind them.

“I love you too.”

She’s sure she’s hallucinating, grabbing his hands again to make him look at her.

“Say… Say it again.”

He gives her another soft smile, scoffing just a bit before he squeezes the hands that are still entwined with hers.

“I love you too.”

Despite the euphoria slowly growing inside of her, she can’t help her mischievous smirk. Slowly starting to feel like herself again, feeling comfortable and safe with him again.

“Do you mean it?”

He laughs softly, rolling his eyes.

Then he kisses her.

His hands drop hers, and he cups her face, cold fingers sliding themselves into her hair as he presses his lips against hers. She makes a soft sound of surprise, before she melts into it. Her own hands clutching his robes as he leans into her, making her dizzy.

When they pull apart, they’re both a bit dazed, smiles on both their faces, excitement buzzing between them.

MC breaks the comfortable silence first, fingers still curled into the fabric of his robes as she stares into his eyes.

“So what now?”

~*~

Amit had tracked down Adelaide first thing the next morning, full of apologies and explanations. I’m in love with someone else. She had taken it gracefully, making MC feel nauseatingly guilty at the animosity she had held for the girl only days before, and it hadn’t taken long for her and the rest of the castle to pick up on the differences in the way the two Ravenclaws now carried themselves through the halls. Fingers laced together, blushing faces and disappearances into the restricted section when they were meant to be studying in the library.

February 14th finally arrives.

It’s just after midnight when MC manages to catch a glimpse of the clock on Amit’s end table, through the crack in the bed curtains that were pulled tightly shut.

She’s curled against Amit's body, in his bed, in his dorm. Her clothes lost somewhere in the blankets, having been long forgotten when her boyfriend had slid them from her body in the heat of the night, and the soft sounds of Amit’s heartbeat where she lay against his chest, were like a lullaby pulling her with him to sleep.

It was in this moment that MC decides she really doesn’t mind Valentine’s Day.

#amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #amit thakker fic #sweet angel baby boy and broody mc was v fun to write #seb fans dont say i never do anything for you

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cyberllfe · 1 year

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I spun the wheel o' doom and got...500 words. YES. In 500 words, perhaps you might describe Nines and Reader on a stakeout. The tension has been ratcheting up between them, and it suddenly breaks...but can they also keep their eyes on the (criminal) prize?

one RK900, packed into his little to-go container. he's only a little spicy. 😏✨ 500 words, rated M.

want a turn? prompt me.

“Is that them?”

“No.”

You sneak a glance at him, but he catches you looking. “And you’re avoiding the question. Are you embarrassed?”

Faking exasperation, you go back to scanning the windows and doors for light and signs of movement.

“I’m fine. It’s just getting warm in here.”

Nines leans marginally closer and for a moment you fool yourself that he’s aiming for a better view of the building.

“The temperature has been stable for the past thirty-six minutes.” You spear him with an annoyed look, undercut by the heat in your cheeks. He’s almost certainly able to spot it; you’re probably glowing in the dark in his vision.

This time when he leans closer, he holds your gaze. You hold your breath. His eyes reflect the distant streetlights as he studies your expression.

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the building, Nines?”

“I am more than capable of multitasking.” His eyes travel down your face without shame. He’s trying to unnerve you on purpose—of course he’d wait until you were confined somewhere intimate to interrogate you. “Explain for me.”

Where you sit, leaned forward in the front passenger seat, you have a perfect view of the old apartment complex. Nines encroaches a little every time you refuse to answer a question; your space shrinks.

“I think we should focus on the case.”

You’re slowly dragging your gaze across the dark, empty windows when Nines’ fingers grab your jaw and turn you back to face him.

“I think you should focus on me.”

He’s no closer than before, but he’s looming in your view, broad and imposing without even having to move. Your breath has caught, your mind occupied solely with the firm press of his fingertips and the intensity of his attention.

“When you told Officer Chen you knew exactly what you’d do for me, what did you mean, detective?”

“Whatever she told you is an exaggeration,” you breathe, willing your heartbeat to slow. “You know what she’s like, she—”

“I heard you myself.”

“Oh fuck, I—”

“Is that what you had in mind?”

His thumb moves to brush the fullest part of your lips, fingers curling under your chin to tilt it towards him. He’s frustrating, he’s arrogant, but more annoying than that is he’s right.

No fucking way you let him have the last word.

“Put your seat back.”

You’ve lowered your voice and thrown every ounce of confidence you have into it as you stare him down. There’s the faintest curve to his mouth when he watches you, presuming defiance.

“Feeling confined, detective?”

As best you can with his fingers holding your face, you shake your head.

“No.” You take a breath and lean closer, your rush of bravery fuelled by adrenaline. “You want to multitask? Push your chair back. I’ll show you what I had in mind.”

A flash in the window.

Nines’ irritated grunt is sweeter than music, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’ll get my demonstration eventually.”

You grin wide.

“Yes, sir.”

#misc: flash fic #prompt me #ch: nines rk900 #nines x reader #dbh nines x reader #misc: fan works #asks #shinyportalsandthings #as always thank you for enabling me #😏#side note: I had a smut version of this prompt but something about it Did Not Fit. I'm going to have to do some practice with v short smut #for now. my second love: tension #which is to say... I just love teasing you 😏

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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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feel real | kth

BANNER BY @freyarchive <3 thank you sm my love!!

-> pairing taehyung x fem!reader

-> genre established relationship | smut

-> summary a late nigh stroll with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn

-> word count 1.5k

-> warnings fingering, choking, doggy, unprotected sex (y'all know the usual drill), public sex 👀 and taehyung's duality :'))

-> author's note wheeew here it is. my bday fic for taehyung. happy bday to our lovely king!!! this is mostly dedicated to my hyung @gimmethatagustd and all my taehyung whores out there. i hope you enjoy the pwp <3333

“You know,” Taehyung clenches your hand, catching every ounce of your attention as you both walk along the river.

“I’ve been meaning to do something, ever since you stepped out wearing that dress.” His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing down your form and you feel your body grow hot over his subtle action.

“What exactly?” You’re curious.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, chuckling lowly before you both reach a secluded bridge, with an unforgettable view of the city at night.

“Wow.” You’re caught off guard, stopping the both of you as you lean against the railing, looking out and taking the beauty in.

“Yeah.” Taehyung stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head leans on your shoulder. You feel warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. Small actions by Taehyung never failed to make you act out as if you had just started dating a week ago.

You both stay quiet, the water beneath you moving in a rhythm as the stars light down on the both of you.

A small kiss to the collarbone from Taehyung makes you gasp by the sudden action. It’s adorable, but the look on Taehyung’s eyes prove that there’s much more than just cuteness in his act.

He proves it to be right, moving further towards your neck, the tip of his tongue joining in on the long and languid kisses he’s giving you.

Somehow the mood changes, it always does whenever Taehyung breaks out of his soft side and astonishes you with his other side.

You’re thinking he’ll stop, he has to somehow when you’re standing on a bridge, someone being able to walk by at any moment. But then again, Taehyung has something else he wants to show you, or rather give you and it sends a common chill down your spine.

“Taehyung.” You breathe out, tilting your head further to give him more access. Although your tone doesn’t match with your action. You’re cautious, have always been when it comes to any forms of PDA in public spaces.

“Mmm.” His nose nuzzles your cheek, his mouth close to your ear.

“What— what are you doing?” You turn, his eyes already on you as a devilish smirk appears onto his face.

“What I’ve been meaning to do. Stand still.” You look both ways, noticing it’s completely stranded yet it still isn’t certain that a bridge is a good enough place for whatever Taehyung has up his sleeve. You trust him, so you don’t comment, letting his hands roam on every part of your body that they meet.

He’s starting slow, his slender and long fingers toying with the details of your dress. You look down, admiring the thin rings that decorate them.

You don’t think too much about the certain action. Not until he decides to pull your dress up, his fingers sliding in between your legs and grabbing firmly on your inner thigh.

“Can I?” He speaks calmly behind you. It’s low but enough for you to hear and without thinking further you nod.

He doesn’t hesitate, moving his hands towards your thong, feeling the fabric on the tip of his fingers. You keep looking down, watching the further his hand disappears from your sight and under your dress.

Taehyung knows every part of your body. Every inch of you that’s sensitive, soft and delicate. He has a tendency to fully enjoy you, as he lets his hand explore just as much as his eyes when you’re in front of him.

There’s something special about Taehyung’s hands. The way he carefully uses them when it comes to you and your body, as if you’re a delicate flower. His hands have imprinted themselves in your brain and whenever he acts out with them, your eyes admire every part.

Two of his fingers drag themselves down, the fabric wrinkling due to the action. You’re already wet. You have been ever since his lips touched your exposed collarbone and up towards your jaw. Taehyung moves your underwear aside, the breeze landing on your exposed heat. The sensation feels new, but it’s soon covered by a common feeling of Taehyung’s fingers playing with your entrance. You softly sigh, Taehyung moving up closer behind you. The leather fabric of his jacket crinkles along with his movements.

As he’s breathing down your neck, his fingers spread your folds and move up towards your clit. The rhythm starts slow, small circles to begin with paired by his middle finger. Your hands squeeze on the railing in front of you for support, your breathing turning quicker the more he does it.

He loves to hear you. Hear how much he’s able to please you, simply by his fingers. His fingers that you love so much. But due to the circumstances, you’re trying to stay quiet.

Taehyung makes sure no one will walk by, keeping himself on a look out. All he wants is for you to feel safe, especially in a risky place.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He’s biting down your earlobe, almost as if it’s a reward for you to keep your voice down.

“Being so quiet for me.” Taehyung goes back to kissing every part of your skin that he’s able to reach. He doesn’t slow down the pace of him toying with your clit, even as your legs slightly shake, reasons being you’re much closer than you think.

“Tae— fuck.” You exclaim, grabbing his wrist firmly as it continues to move under the fabric.

Every sensation is building within you, your heart beating rapidly as your mind turns blank. You’re feeling all forms of emotions rushing along with your blood pumping as the familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach.

The one thing you’ve always admired about your boyfriend is him being extremely attentive. Watching how your body reacts to certain actions, letting it control him and how his curious eyes pop open whenever you react differently.

So when Taehyung notices how your body tenses, your breathing quickening and your legs shaking, he grabs your chin with his free hand, kissing you messily as you moan into the kiss and finish all over his fingers.

Your head leans on Taehyung’s shoulder, relaxing yourself as the orgasm washes itself out. You’re pleased, the smile forming naturally on your face proving just that.

“That was— nice.” You chuckle as Taehyung playfully nudges you, irritated by your choice of words.

“I’m not done with you.”

He pushes himself up against you, acknowledging just how hard you’ve made him and the need for him despite the circumstances grows faster than lighting.

Taehyung removes his belt, taking an extra look around to make sure someone isn’t near or on their way to approach the both of you in an intimate act. With the coast clear, Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to complete his task, which is fucking you as you admire the view.

It’s a quickie. You both are settled on that but when the tip of Taehyung’s cock drags itself in between your folds, you’d wish that there would be more time.

“Keep your eyes on the view.” He demands and you turn, his hands pulling up your dress further, your ass exposed as well.

“Why?�� Your voice chokes up as he slowly enters you, stretching you out in the process.

“Fuck— want you to enjoy it while I enjoy mine.” Your knees almost buckle, imagining how Taehyung must be looking down at your perked ass, his hands grabbing and touching it, licking his lips over how beautiful your body is.

“Shit.” He fills you up completely, his hand meeting your throat, clutching it as he starts to move. You lose the ability to say anything, too overwhelmed by the sensation from Taehyung’s cock hitting your g-spot.

“We gotta be quick, baby. How’s the view?” Taehyung grunts right below your ear.

“Good— so fucking good.” You aren’t talking about the view, Taehyung definitely knows that.

You’re both so focused on each other's bodies connecting in the middle, as it makes you both dizzy the longer time runs between you. Taehyung starts to pant, his hold on you tightening on your form, a signal of him already being close.

If it weren’t for the way you so easily wrap around him, being so warm and wet then he would’ve been able to hold it for a bit longer but you make everything impossible. Especially when you push your ass further into him, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other echoing on the bridge.

Fuck. It’s so risky yet thrilling for you. Your nerves are kicking at every corner, scared someone might see you in this position yet with the feeling of Taehyung’s cock inside of you, you truly don’t care.

Your subtle action is the last thing Taehyung needs before he comes undone, painting your walls.

Normally Taehyung would take care of you right after, but you both are in a hurry. Messily fixing yourselves before moving along, walking away from the bridge as if nothing happened. You notice how the rings have marked themselves on your neck, a memory to remember the unimaginable experience between you and him.

“Well that was definitely something.” You joke, your boyfriend joining you in as he tickles you from behind.

There’s no one like him, and there never will be.

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WIP Whenever

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I've been plugging away on this for the past two months, but tomorrow's Thursday and I've got the next chapter of So It Goes locked, loaded, and ready to go. But here's a little sneak peek:

A snap behind her, the crunch of boots. V froze, shut her eyes to listen. Close. No cover. Unknown position and number. Too far to advance. Retreat. She rolled over and lightning cracked as she lashed up, thunder erupting fractions of a second later. The opening volley in the air. She missed both of the closest soldiers by a foot. But it was enough for them to break formation, backpedal in surprise. Another slash, down, air singing as she retracted her monowire to keep them from advancing while she lunged. The boots on her feet finally useful instead of dead weight. V rocketed forward, cleared the distance, and aimed for the assault rifle in the first soldier's hands. Arms outstretched, she pinned their fingers, jamming them to the metal and rearing the gun back. She struck with the force of a cannon, recoil tilting the pair of them off balance before a final downward flourish of her hips tackled them to the ground. They fell, down and over, impact jarring bone before slamming into the jungle brush side by side like a doomed pair of lovers. V swiftly carried herself up onto one knee, stolen momentum and stolen trigger lined up in her palm to pop a question of rounds point blank in the soldier’s chest. She turned to her next suitor and shot them down like the last. A bang from her right. And another. The soldiers in front of her tilted to the side, bullet holes and chipped plastic from their helmets sticking out of their heads. Rogue stepped in from afar to scare the third and the fourth off dead. The fifth was second-guessing his chances until the rest of the fraternity arrived out of the brush. Something in the distance whined. “V, get down!”

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emry-stars · 1 year

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Five letters?

(more modern college au wip)

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vknq · 1 year

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tea for two ; kth

SUMMARY: Taehyung is keeping a secret from you and has been acting suspicious for a while. Can you really trust him or is it time to break things off?

― POV: reader ― PAIRING: taehyung x reader. ― RATING: m (18+), minors dni. ― WORD COUNT: 3,732 words ― GENRE/AU: one-shot, romance, established relationship, angst, fluff. ― CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, suspected cheating, heated arguments, taehyung all secretive whats that all about, very emotional.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my very first fic AAAAAAAA im kind of proud of this one but also super nervous lol i hope y’all like it! happy december 2nd everybody! also i’m new to using people’s personal tags, so if any of y’all know if there are more tags to be a menace to society in pls lmk thanks c: if you like it pls consider reblogging as it helps show support<3

BETA READER/S: @kookimonster ( i hope you know you owe me 27 words )

Maybe this was it. This was how it ended. A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. You should’ve known he’d be nothing but a heartbreak in disguise.

“I’m literally not jealous!” you spoke with that very same denied jealousy spilling over, increasing the volume of your voice. Desperately searching through your makeup bag to find.. something, anything that could distract you and act as an excuse not to look at him. Not like you’d seen much of him these past couple of weeks anyway. Something was off. You could feel it so deeply and truly in your heart that you could choke on pure emotion.

“Sure,” Taehyung said sarcastically from the opposite side of the room, “You don’t seem jealous at all. My bad.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not fucking jealous.”

“Oh, come on. You really think you can fool me? You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should get off your high horse,” you aimed your words right back at him, keeping your glance fixated on the makeup bag. Hands still fiddling through the beauty products. There was a brief pause in the verbal combat you found yourself in. It almost gave you enough time to regret your indication of a superiority complex in Taehyung. You knew there’d never been such in him, but the words had been said. It was out there now. You had to just roll with it, be stubborn, be strong.

“My high horse?” Taehyung expressed genuine confusion, “It’s you who refuses to tell me what the fuck is going on!”

This is when it escalated within you. Your heart beating faster, your cheeks getting warmer. This really wasn’t the time to start up a big argument. You had to be at his parents house in a couple of hours meaning you’d have to leave in just about 10 minutes. That wasn’t nearly enough time to confront him about his dishonest behaviour lately. He’d been texting her a lot, back and forth, emojis galore. He’d been meeting up with her.. At a coffee shop, he’d said. Sure. He’d even turned down a night out with his best friends. Suspicious.

“You are literally so stupid, Tae! So fucking stupid!” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, revealing how fragile and weak you felt in this moment. You heard a frustrated sigh.

“Babe, please…” he softened up a bit.

“I really don’t wanna discuss this shit right now,” you brushed him off and grabbed a boring pink-ish lipstick to put on in a couple of swipes, pressing your lips together briefly, “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You finally looked over at Taehyung.

Everything about him was perfect. Head to toe gorgeous, solid income, always one of the best dressed men in the room, and he loved you. Or so you’d thought. His brows were slanted downwards, eyes big and pleading. Looking guilty, in your opinion. Your eyes began to sting at the very back. Poor Jimin.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice soft and timid.

You exhaled. “Let’s just go.”

It had been difficult. Sitting there at the dinner table at his parents house, having to pretend everything was fine, being reminded of the dreams you’d shared nothing but a few months back. They’d teased you two, asking when you’d be tying the knot, and poked at Taehyung about why he hadn’t gotten down on one knee yet. Back then you’d just laughed it off, saying that you loved each other no matter if there were rings involved or not… but the sex that night had been more intimate and meaningful than before, and you knew. You both knew that this was the real deal, that you wanted what had been left unspoken. What had been merely hinted at in cheeky glances lovingly given to each other. There was no doubt in your mind that this is where you wanted to be; right there in his arms.

But that was in the past. Now you were sat in a car barely acknowledging one another, falling apart in deafening silence. There was nothing you wanted more in this world than to go back to when everything was good. Back to when you didn’t know what you knew now.

It was quiet the entire ride home. Not even the radio was on. Nothing but the sound of rain gently drumming on the roof of the car, and your heart shattered painfully slowly with every passing second. On paper it sounded like just another trip to the in-laws, eating a delicious dinner, chatting about daily life, and driving home again afterwards… but it wasn’t. The freezing cold air pierced at your skin as you exited the car. It was dark out already. December had never been generous with warmth nor light. Snow creaked underneath your feet as you walked up towards the apartment complex, failing to wait for your boyfriend to join you, missing his hand in yours but simultaneously hating the thought.

Without sharing a single word, Taehyung met you at the front door and you went inside together. Shoes off, coats off.

“We, um…” Taehyung awkwardly attempted to start the conversation, “We should talk about what happened today.”

Your heart sank. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“How about you actually start telling me what’s happening? Why are you so hostile with me all of a sudden? What have I done?” he bombarded you with questions, leaving you feeling despondent.

“I think you know,” you dryly responded.

“See, but baby I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Feeling deprived of energy and any desire to continue this discussion, you simply shook your head at his antics, turning around on your heel heading for the living room. Taehyung followed suit.

“Why are you shaking your had at me? Baby, what did I do?” he sounded so genuine, but you knew better. He couldn’t expect you to not see through his little act of being oh so oblivious.

“What did you do?” you asked before turning around sharply, shooting daggers at him with your gaze. Taehyung stopped in his tracks. “Are you kidding me, Tae?”

Visibly confused he frowned. “No?”

You felt your jaw drop and with it hanging onto dear life from the disbelief, a smile formed upon your lips. The audacity this man had. “Um, does Yumi ring a bell?” you finally spoke up, Taehyung’s expression neutralising upon realising what this was about, “I know you’ve been texting. I have seen your phone light up from all those little notifications. She even sent you a ring emoji at some point? And Jimin had like sent some text I think, asking you if you’d fallen off the face of the earth or something like that. Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think that I don’t know cheating when I see it?”

“Babe, stop it,” Taehyung harshly reacted when cheating was brought up.

“Did I stutter? She’s your best friend’s girlfriend, Tae! What the fuck!” you involuntarily raised your voice at him, feeling your insides twisting and turning, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and greater. You knew it was a matter of mere moments before it’d let go and you’d lose your battle against remaining stoic towards the pain.

“What? I know she’s my best friend’s girlfriend. Who do you think I am?” the volume of his voice matching yours.

“You’re not even denying it!”

“Fucking hell. No! No. No. No. I am not cheating on you,” he scattered his words all around, seeming messy and desperate, “Now how’s that for denying it?”

“How’s that for denying it? What are you, twelve?” you mocked his choice of words. This was getting out of hand, you were well aware of it, but there was anger inside of you that you needed to let out. A hurt you didn’t know what to do with. “I literally caught you, Tae.”

“Oh my god…” he mumbled to himself. Rude.

“You’ve had all the time in the world to tell me what’s going on, but you chose not to.”

“I can’t,” he sighed.

“You can’t? Or you won’t?” you challenged him, feeling more than fed up with his avoidant behaviour at this point and feeling your emotions clump in your chest. Eyes not leaving your boyfriend, you took him in; he seemed nervous, worried, maybe even a little hopeless. Was he gonna confess? After all, he couldn’t keep his act up for much longer. Only a fool would let their pride get in the way of being truthful. Surely he wasn’t that stubborn.

“I can’t.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. That was it. The last drop that proved too much for you and you felt your bottom lip start to tremble.

“I know how it sounds, but I promise you it’s not what it looks like.”

You scoffed at him. In complete disbelief and shock. ‘Not what it looks like’ was the very thing people said, when it was exactly what it looked like. You knew this. You’d dealt with cheaters before saying the same thing, and they’d all been lying.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me… I really never thought-”

Your sentence was cut short by an unexpected sob clutching your throat. Instinctively you hurried your hands up to your face, covering it, hiding it. Hiding your pain, the hurt, the harm. Another sob choked by your hands, tears building up in your eyes at an alarming rate, the simplest task of breathing felt impossible.

“Babe, I haven’t. I’m telling you,” he tried.

“Just shut up,” you sobbed, removing your hands and trying your best to steady your breathing, “I need to go.”

“What?” Taehyung’s voice sounded so small.

“I need to get out of here and just.. go for a walk or something, I don’t know,” your glance landed on your shoes in the entrance and you immediately walked towards them. You needed space. Lots of it.

“I’m-.. You’ll come back, right?”

You didn’t respond. Your only goal right now was to put on those shoes and leave.

“Babe?” he followed you out of the living room, “Babe, don’t do this. Please. I can’t. It’d just ruin everything.”

Another wave of tears were coming. Oh, he dared to speak as though being honest would ruin anything. As if his unfaithful ways hadn’t already wrecked everything. Trying to pin it on you, huh? Zoned out, you felt your head softly shake at his words. Disapproving of them.

“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything. What do you want me to do?” he begged.

“Whatever,” you said and opened the door, “Let me leave.”

Slam.

The cold wind was ripping through your clothes, closing itself around your limbs, creating an army of goosebumps all over your skin. Snow was gathering on your shoes, the melted seeping through and soaking your socks. It was oddly peaceful. Not a single person in sight, not a single footprint in the snow that painted everything pristine white. It left you with plenty of room to collect yourself and deal with all that was going on inside you. What a pleasant surprise it was that the freezing cold helped you strip away any anxiety or fear, leaving you with nothing but the very core.

Was this really it? Was this really how it ended? A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Perhaps you should’ve listened to him. He did beg for you to listen and you’d rejected him. Could there really be more to this story? More often than not it was a clear cut case. People lied to each other every day. Breaking trust, breaking hearts. Why should Taehyung be any different than any of the ones that came before him?

You wrapped your coat tighter around your body, starting to regret having gone for this silly walk. Your phone vibrated in your pocket for the 100th time, yet you did nothing to pick it up. You had no idea how long you’d been out in the snowy winter night, but your fingers gave you a clue. Fingers more like icicles at this point. The wind got stronger, playing with your hair, gently pushing you, warning you, telling you to go back home. Curling your shoulders up to your ears, you tried to shield yourself a little more from the crispy cold wind, but to no avail. Stubborn and protective of your trust, you kept arguing with yourself, not knowing whether to keep walking or turn around and go home. You wanted to feel warm again. Safe and comfortable.

And that’s when you saw it. A car that very much looked like Taehyung’s, same colour and everything. Forced to squint your eyes at the thousands of snowflakes coming your way in full force, you didn’t even bother trying to see who was behind the wheel. A sliver of hope appeared in your chest, wishing for it to be Tae.

Alas, the car passed you.

You missed him. Didn’t wanna be apart, didn’t wanna break up. You didn’t want any of this to be happening. Eyes watering, you found temporary comfort in the past. Back to when you’d first met him. You’d felt so confident, so independent. Like you didn’t need no man. Having just gotten out of a long string of terrible relationships with terrible people, one more toxic than the other, you had fully decided to not fall in love again. It had been going really well. You were advancing in your career, catching up with friends, going harder in the gym, you’d even gotten around to start a new hobby. With so much time to yourself, you’d honestly almost felt a sense of relief and freedom not having to be tied down and devoted to anyone but yourself.

All he did was crack a couple of jokes, ask about your day, and buy you a donut… Apparently that was all it took. A sob stumbled out of you. No, of course that wasn’t all. ‘Cause he’d shown you respect. Been patient. Understanding. He’d not just told you, but shown you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you. You weren’t unworthy of happiness or unlovable. You’d been too trusting of the wrong people, but he told you that you weren’t wrong or bad or stupid for putting your trust in others. The only ones wrong and bad and stupid were those who took advantage of that. And he’d said your name so overly cutely you’d laughed.

“Baby!” A voice you’d recognise anywhere boomed from behind you.

You turned around and him, he, your lover, your heart, your only wish came running to you. Thoroughly frozen, you walked towards him. You couldn’t run. Your feet were far too numb for that.

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he sounded so worried, so concerned, and without hesitation, without thinking twice he threw his arms around you in such a warm embrace you only just now realised how dreadfully cold you were.

“God, you’re like ice,” he said and pulled back only enough so that he could look at you, the wind howling in your ears, “Let’s go home, okay? I promise I’ll explain everything. I don’t wanna break up. I wanna work this out.. okay?”

One of his strong hands held your cheek. You almost melted to the touch.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Warm water surrounded your ice blocks for feet, pushing a satisfied exhale up and out of your lungs. Your fingers were still tingling, stinging, and starting to swell up a bit. You’d been out there for longer than you thought. Three hours just walking around, ignoring his calls, lost in thought. Now here you were, in your kitchen, sitting on one of the dining chairs enjoying a foot bath and wrapped in a fleece blanket. Light jazz playing at a low volume. A serene moment in time.

“Want some tea?” he asked, face still heavy with everything you had said to him.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Thank you.”

It was calm. His tall posture standing by the kitchen counter, preparing tea for you both. Two cups, two spoons, two sugars. Like he’d done so many times before when you were sharing relaxing nights indoors, whether it be the most modest of tuesday evenings or a saturday with last minute cancelled plans. The muted sound of water filling up each cup, it hugged your soul. This was your happy place.. You wished with all your heart that his explanation was a good one.

“Here you go,” Tae placed your cup filled to the brim in front of you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, not grabbing it just yet. The translucent steam still ascending from the cup. You had to wait a little, but maybe that was okay too. Taehyung sat down close to you.

“So, um..” he awkwardly started out, his long fingers fiddling with the handle on his own cup, but his eyes never leaving you, “I haven’t told you, ‘cause I promised Yumi not to say anything to anybody.” Your ears perked up, anxious to hear what this whole secret thing was all about.

“She was afraid it’d come back to Jimin before she got to do it, and I’ve been helping her out like, looking at rings and Hoseok has been keeping Jimin company while I was with Yumi, so he wouldn’t get all suspicious,” he failed to get to the actual point.

“Okay?” you tried to follow along.

“I’m gonna tell you.. ‘cause I don’t wanna risk losing you over something so silly that-that has nothing to do with us,” his brows knotted together, clearly feeling bad about going against his own promise to Yumi, “But you can’t say anything, okay? It’s a secret. It’ll spoil everything.”

“What is it?” you leaned forward, so excited to hear what the secret was that you’d almost forgotten how angry you’d been with him just a few hours earlier. Taehyung sighed heavily.

“She’s gonna.. propose to him.”

You gasped. Jaw dropped and hand up to cover your mouth.

“Yes! Yes, but shh, okay?” he couldn’t hold back a small smile, tickled by your adorable reaction to the news.

“Oh my god,” you whispered for no good reason seeing as it was just you and Tae in the room alone. You couldn’t believe it. They’d been together for not much longer than you guys and now was finally their time. You knew how restless Jimin had been to get married, you knew how great those two were together, and oh gosh Yumi in a wedding dress? Your hand moved to place flat on your chest.

“Now it all makes sense,” you said, thinking back at the ring emojis and Jimin asking why he hadn’t hung out with Tae for a while, “Oh wow.. they’re really getting married?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “But you can’t say anything. Okay?”

“Babe, why would I say anything?”

“Oh come on, we both know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. You’re a terrible liar!” his bright, goofy laugh filled the room.

“Um, rude,” you joked, “I can totally keep a secret!”

“Well, now you kind of have to, don’t you?” he stated the unfortunate reality, “Otherwise Yumi is gonna roast me like a rotisserie chicken. She’ll murder me.” You’d truly never been the best at keeping secrets. If it wasn’t your words disobeying you and blabbering without permission, it was your face. You wouldn’t be able to keep it together if you saw Jimin, face bound to display too much excitement. Maybe it wasn’t completely wicked not to have told you.

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t say anything,” you teased with a little eyeroll.

“Good.”

And you smiled at each other again. Any bits and pieces of ice left in your heart had melted away. All this stress for nothing. Tae’s smile faded.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

“No, please. It’s okay,” you cut him off before he could say any more, “I get it. I know I’m a shit secret-keeper.”

“I’m not gonna fight you on that.” He reached out and took your hand in his, tender as always. His fingers intertwining with yours. “But I should’ve told you earlier today. You were stressed and I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, giving his hand a little squeeze, “I wasn’t listening either. I was set on the worst case scenario without talking to you. Got a bit dramatic, didn’t it?”

“That’s okay. We were both a equally stupid,” he smiled lightly.

“Still. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okaaay,” Tae said cutely and he leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips. And another. And another. Soon your lips were moving together like waves on the open ocean, eyes fully closed. His warm tongue slipping past your lips, meeting yours. This was it. This was the true meaning of safety. To love and be loved. To trust and be trusted. Oh, how important communication was. How silly misunderstandings could be. And as he pulled away, even if just the slightest, you opened your eyes and saw nothing more, nothing less than your future.

“What d’you say we take this to the bedroom?” he cheekily suggested and wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled.

“Hmm, sounds tempting,” you hummed.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“I even have a pair of pre-heated socks ready for you,” he teased. Joyfully you snickered, before pressing another peck to his lips.

“That’s genuinely very sexy of you,” your words were almost muffled by how close you were, your mouths nothing but a breath apart, “How did I land you?”

“Maybe you should lock me down too.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met. Nothing more needed to be said. It’s not like it hadn’t crossed your mind, but it wasn’t something you had actively been thinking about.. not till now at least. Now that he’d mentioned it. Suggested it even.

“What about the tea?” you asked.

“Hm?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows before turning his head to look at the two cups still completely filled, untouched, forgotten about entirely. His mouth pulled up into a smile and he looked back at you. “Ah, it won’t go anywhere.”

His lips seductively brushed against yours.

“It’ll be there when we come back.”

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