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Inebriated

✑Pairing : Mafia heir! Taehyung x Mafia heir! Female OC

✑ Genre/Warnings: Forbidden Lovers!AU. TW- guns, blood, mentions of self harm Character death(?) Mild dose of swearing :)

✑ Words: 5k+

☞ Summary: Hearts that love, bullets that blind. or, in which, they are so inebriated by each other that they couldn't sense the danger. 

☞ Note: This has already been posted on wattpad! I am crossposting it here since wattpad has been pretty wattshit lately. 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you so :)

He pushed me against the red brick walls outside the club, breathing unevenly. His hair was disheveled, bangs covering his sweat dripped forehead. I could make out his brows, slightly under which were his eyes.

The ebony coloured pearls darting it’s stare straight at me. I was no stranger to this look of his, it was something I enjoyed to look at, despite it’s poisoning consequences. His chest was rising up and as he looked at me, my eyes, my nose, my lips- he took in all of it’s details. I often found him doing that.

His right arm was placed beside my face, the other arm was in his pocket. I looked at his lips, they were moist, swollen, and red. Very red. The light from the street lamp illuminated the shine on his swollen lips, I smirked remembering how they got so glossy and red to begin with.

He inched closer, and closer. With each deep breath I took, I found him much closer to my face. His damped hair covered his eyes, which I adored so much that I brought a hand and gently removed the hair. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and taking it all in from just a simple touch.

My hands went from his temples to his brows, tracing all of his beauty with my fingers. My fingers went from the corner of his left eye, softly touching the small beauty mark right under his eye- dragging my fingers to his cheeks and lastly to his lips.

I paused at his lips, my fingers gently going over the other beauty mark he had on his lips, my thumb went to his bottom lips- rubbing it steadily as I looked him in the eye. He yelped when I put both my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me- so close that now our noses were touching.

His expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about this. Excitement, want, guilt, lust and maybe . . . love? 

Now that my arms were wrapped around his neck, I brought my lips closer to his ears- breath fanning his ear lobe. He released a grunt when my lips gave a small peck on the nape of his neck. He quickly snaked his arms around my waist, rubbing my back as he waited for my next move.

His entire body grew hot with my touch.

My lips trailed gentle pecks on him, from his ear lobe to his neck until I reached his collarbone. I pressed my lips against his sensitive skin, kissing harder than before, a series of several small huffs and grunts released his mouth.

“Mmmh, you’re doing it so well, Doll.” , he said with a yelp, body warm with lust.

He pushed me off of his neck, one his hands tight around my waist. His eyes were on fire, the lust was engulfing the air- so seductive with it’s smell that we fell as it’s prey.

His other hand suddenly came to my jaw, turning my face harshly to look at him- his lips.

I licked my lips- out of habit or desire I didn’t know.

“Enough teasing, doll.”, his baritone voice said- I felt all of my senses numb when he brought his hand to run down from my torso, drawing circles on my skin.

Despite his enchanting gestures and voice, I didn’t want to give in playing around with him until he became so hungry for touch that he would dominate me with his lust was always the cherry on top.

“What if I don’t want to stop teasing, hm?”, my hands now released from his neck- roaming around his chest. Gently pressing in some areas where I knew he would react.

His brows joined, I could see he was getting impatient but I also knew he liked it- he liked it when I went so painstakingly slow, which would result in him going harder and cause me to melt into his embrace.

My hands went around his chest more, rubbing his abs which I could feel from his thin white shirt. He whimpered, submissive request following suit.

“Doll, please.”

“Please what? Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Please. . . touch me more. . . p-please, Doll.”

I smiled, feeling satisfied with the teasing, I lifted his head. He was panting harder- trying to keep himself in control so that he doesn’t do anything in public- outside a club.

I pulled him closer to me once again, my breasts were pressed against his hard chest. He shuddered with the feeling of myself so close to him, he looked at me with a look that asked for approval to touch me more. I nodded.

I bit my lower lip, giving in to his temptation and crashing my lips onto his.

“You taste so sweet.”

A gasp left my lips when I felt his hand squeeze my breast, his finger pinching the centre of it.

I kissed him, slowly- his lips felt like heaven itself against mine. His lips were soft, occasionally biting my lower lip as his hand continued to play with one of my breasts. A heavy moan left my lips, mouth widening. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside of my mouth, our sins entangling with one another.

It felt so good, to have him yarn for my touch, our hips flushed together, our lips interlocked. It all fits like a puzzle piece.

He bit my lower lip again, “ah- Taehyung-”

“Shut up, Doll.”

His hands went into a frenzy, twisting and squeezing my breast while I felt his hips press onto my lower region. “Mmfh-p-please! Tae-umpphh!” a sharp slap landed onto my lower region, then another and another.

“Huh? You like that, don’t you? You little bitch, always teasing me when you know I will go so hard on you.”

I didn’t have the strength to answer, his hands just felt so good against me- touching me in ways only he could. I wasn’t even surprised that I was intoxicated just his kisses. We didn’t do anything extreme yet, I found myself melting with just this.

Stuttering moans left my lips when I felt his lips on my neck, sucking it hard. “Answer me! When I ask something, you answer.”

I nodded with another grunt escaping my mouth. “Words, doll. I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Y-yes, Tae.”

Another moan came out, this time I felt his lips on my clothed breasts, he placed chaste kisses on them and moved back to my neck again. He was smiling. A range of red marks bloomed over my skin, soon turning into a dark shade of purple.

His hand was on my neck again, he placed his hands on the spots he marked. I felt his hips push into me more- I felt something hard poking through.

My hands went to his pants, tugging them. This caught his attention. “Looks like someone’s very excited, hm? Want me to help you with that, Tae?” my voice slurred out, a smirk on my lips.

“Yes!” He screamed, impatient. “Whatever you want, baby. Let’s go. Your house or mine?”

“Mine.”

“Anything you want, Tae.” With that, I closed our gap once again with a kiss. 

-

I shifted in the bed, tossing and turning when a ray of light hit my face. It was peeking through the curtains of the windows of his room. Lifting my head up from the pillow, a yawn escaped my lips. I was not sleepy but rather tired.

Tried due to yesterday night’s excessive physical exertion.

Rubbing my eyes to wake me up, I tried to sit upright on the bed only to be pulled back down onto the fluffy duvet. I felt a strong arm try to sneakily wrap its way around my waist. I was not fully awake myself but was conscious enough to know who these loving arms and this gentle embrace belonged to.

I gave out an audible chuckle when I felt his hand lift upwards from my waist to my chest, a shivering feeling went through me.

I tried to push his hands away in an attempt to get up from the bed but he launched his entire figure over me, spooning me into a cuddle. A sleepy groan left his mouth, my back was facing him with his hand around me but I could still make out his facial expression now.

“Hmmmm…Delilah, ten more minutes. Don’t go….” his voice broke out, it was deep yet so fragile. I couldn’t turn him down. I tried to reason with him.

“Taehyungie...we have work. We’ll get in trouble if we’re late.”

“It’s Sunday, Dell. We don’t have work today.”

He snuggled closer into my embrace, his chin resting on my shoulder. He placed small pecks on my shoulder blade, my eyes closed in his embrace as I smiled with his touch.

He knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him and yet he chose my weakness against me.

With the last kiss on my cheek, I quickly turned around to face him. His eyes were half close and he wore the softest smile I’d ever seen. He looked at peace. I brought my hand closer to his face making his morning hair. His skin looked so delicate and warm, I placed a hand on his cheek, bringing myself to give him a morning peck. It was a ritual at this point.

He hummed while holding my face, now we both were holding each other, looking into each other's eyes- wishing this moment would last forever.

A loud buzz interrupted our moment, closing my eyes with a wince. I let go of his face and turned to get my phone from the bedside table. My phone was on vibrate mode so I imagine it would be a text message but it was a call instead.

I opened my phone to see twenty missed calls.

“Shit.”

I sighed, dialing up the number. After two rings the other line picked up. Before I could even greet, I was shouted at - “LEE DELILAH WHERE WERE YOU ALL NIGHT?! I CALLED YOU SO MANY TIMES AND YOU NEVER PICKED UP-”

“Uncle, I was busy with work.” , I turned to look at Taehyung and he seemed to be in a call as well, he had a serious face.

“I assign you your work, Delilah. Don’t play smart with me.”

“Ugh, I have a personal life. YOU can’t interfere with that. Why did you call anyways-”

“Yes so about that, we have a mission tonight. I need you to meet me at the local place at 3:00 p.m. Not a minute early, not a minute late, understand?”

“Controlling bitch.”

“I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND OR DO I SEND MEN TO DRAG YOU HERE?!”

I flinched at his annoying tone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m hanging up.”

“W-wait- what’s the mission about? I would usually receive coordinates and details about it weeks before- this so sudden.”

“That’s a surprise. As far as I know, you’ll enjoy it.”

He hung up.

Scoffing at his egoistic behaviour, I tossed the phone on the bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see him still on his call. His brows were furrowed.

“I-. . . okay. Fine. Don’t disturb me now.”

He hung up, his face a little sour. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, wondering why he seemed pissed. He looked back at me and his expression softened. He scooted closer to me, his face now pressed in between my chest. He took a breath.

“What happened? Problem at work?”

“They’re making me go on a mission today!” he yelled, his face oozing out anger. “It’s Sunday, Dell, SUNDAY. The only day in the week when I don’t have to deal with their shit. The only day I get to spend with you. . .”

My eye softened looking at him, my hands were combing through his messy locks. I pecked his forehead before speaking.

“I know Tae, I hate it too. If it makes you feel any better, I also have to go on a mission today. Don’t know the details but I have to go in two hours.”

He looked up at me, round cheeks pressed against my breast as he pouted. Gosh, he looked so adorable, I could never say no to him.

“Well then, after work is over can we meet? I know we’ll end by midnight and you also end around midnight so can we meet after that. I wanna make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me for what, Kim? We aren’t even dating. You don’t owe anything.”, I teased while grinning a little. It was sad though, we both obviously had a thing for eachother but couldn’t proceed with the relationship due to work.

“ You know damn well we can’t make anything serious. but you also know damn well, no one is as special as you, Dell.”

“I know Tae… If only we could just quit, you know.”

“Honestly. I want to quit. I-i- This job is just not for me.”, he expressed with saddened eyes.

My eyes widened. I thought he was kidding, but the more I looked at him- the more I realized he was being serious.

I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to work in this field. It’s dangerous to say the least. But- we, us, we can’t just walk away from something both of our families are intertwined with. It's a family business and it’s hereditary.

Walking away won’t result in anything but sour death.

“Tae. . . w-we can’t. YOU can’t. It won’t result in anything good. Baby, that’s so risky!”

He sighed once again, pushing his face deeper into my chest- he liked doing that. Using my breasts as a pillow.

“Let's not talk work, okay? Let’s cuddle for a while. We both have to leave soon anyway.”

“You’re right.” I wrapped my arms around him, protectively. I relaxed under his warmth and tried to push my worries away. 

I ran towards the other side of the deserted parking lot. My rifle was with me on one hand. The safety was on, I hoped I wouldn’t have a situation where the safety of the rifle had to go off and someone had to receive its bullets. We were in a half-constructed building. It was almost ten p.m. now.

I was in my mission right now, another mission of capturing the enemy gang’s members to get information out of them- or so I was told. This mission, unlike my other missions, seemed very rushed. I remember looking at my uncles’ and my co-workers' psychotic grins when I reached our local hideout. They seemed bloodthirsty. So eager to absolutely destroy whoever we were against.

They were ready to kill- we usually didn’t kill unless it threatened our lives, but this, this was different. I had a bad feeling about this, ironic coming from me since all of my work is wrong if you look at it.

My Uncle- who is the leader of our Mafia gang, told me, I would enjoy today's mission. He said it was a hunt for my worst enemy. He said I would be happy to kill. I don’t know if I was happy to kill.

I was still not given the identity of the gang we were against, all I knew was they were our rivals for a long time- meaning they stole our stocks, we stole their stocks, and probably hacked in their shipments. And stealing from us is a very difficult task- meaning it’s only from one of the three other gangs that I’m against today. The Parks, Jeons or . . . Kims.

It felt almost nauseating- calling this gang ‘us’. This was not the type of ‘us’ I wanted, I never wanted to be a part of this illegal mess. Every moment I spent working for him was guilt-tripping.

It’s either the Parks- who took in our shipment details of the latest bullets and knife stock- this made my uncle furious. The Parks and Lees never got along but we never went against each other. It seems highly unlikely that he would go to such lengths against the Parks.

Or the Jeons, they were trouble. Jeon's blood ran with mischief and trouble. It was not until they tricked us three times that our former friendship blossomed into a nemesis. We hadn’t had any interaction with Jeons in a while. It was quiet from their end. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to go against them.

Then were the Kims. Our families have been rivals since the beginning of time. I never knew the reason why but what I knew very well was that if the Lee’s ever saw a living, breathing Kim around they wouldn’t waste a second before plunging a knife down their throat.

Deep down I hoped we weren’t fighting the Kims, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it. So, instead, I fooled myself into being oblivious.

I couldn't lash out on anyone if it turns out to be the Kims because I never was supposed to have any contact with them. I was supposed to be their enemy. A rival.

All the rivalry talk seemed to disappear in thin air whenever he was around. His sparkling eyes and heartwarming smile always put me in a state of reverie.

I heard gunshots a moment later, I hazily looked up to see three men run towards the car beside mine. They hadn’t seen me. They held bags behind their backs which I assumed were the files.

In front of the ramp- three other men were shot, mercilessly. It wasn’t just a simple shot- no- they were shot twice, thrice- heck even ten times. My co-workers didn’t mind wasting seven more bullets on an already dead body lying limp on the floor.

They looked like mad men. I gasped when I saw them take their protective masks off. It’s like they wanted the others to know it was them, it was the Lee’s who did it. I had never seen them so driven by the lust of killing to act like literal animals.

I heard the speaker attached to my ears- someone was connecting to me. “ Agent Week. Can you hear me? There are three people inches apart from you- do something! Shoot them. Now.”

“But I don't want to shoot. Can’t I guard this place instead? Ask the others to come from the front and I’ll block this exit.” , I whispered hoping they heard me through the small mic.

“NO. They are busy with the others. Do it, Agent Week. you can take down three men at once with your advantage.”

“I-i don’t want to.”

“Do it or else you’ll be dead too, Delilah.”

I gulped. Why were they threatening me so much? Why did we have to kill the men? How would we get information then-

“DELILAH QUIT STALLING AND KILL!”

“Okay! Fucking hell.”

I moved my hands around my leg, feeling the dagger against my socks in the boots. I turned to see if I had my poison darts at the right place before slowly creeping to the side of the other car. Pulling the safety of the gun out, I took a deep breath before aiming for the man who sat facing straight. His chest was facing my direction so I figured it would be easy to take him down.

*PANG! PANG!* the gun went twice and resulted in a loud screech, the man fell onto the floor with a thud. The two other men looked around to see where the shot came from, I settled down the sniper somewhere else and swiftly went under the space between the floor and the car. The rifle with me along with darts in case I had to fight them hand to hand.

“Good job, Ageen Week. now just two more men to go.”

“Shut up.” I muttered out of breath. I absolutely did not enjoy shooting that man in the heart twice in a sniper. This place smelled like metal and blood. It was so overwhelming.

I picked up my rifle when I saw one of the men come closer to the car I was under, I figured it was a good chance to stab him in the leg and shoot him once I got up. The other guy was searching elsewhere so I didn’t have to worry about him yet.

Slowly pulling out my dagger, I tugged at the man's legs, once he was in closer proximity, and shoved the dagger right through his foot. In a matter of seconds, I got up and covered his mouth with my arm. He tried to bite me but I was quicker. I stabbed his side and kicked his shin. He bent down in agonizing pain. I took this opportunity and shot through his ear. The bullet went flying out of his other ear- I was surprised it didn’t get stuck.

The lust of battle died over me when I realised what I had done. I killed two men in a night- in the most disgusting way ever.

I winced when I let go of the man and he fell on the ground. Blood oozing out of him, the fiery coloured liquid splashing onto my shoe. I felt like the other men who worked with me, ruthless, merciless and emotionless.

My lips trembled. My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to do this. This seemed so pathetic. I felt pathetic. My reverie was broken when I heard a voice through my ear speak.

“Alright, good. The worse way we kill them the better. Now- one more guy left. After that it’s all done. Hurry up, we don’t have all day for these fuckers.”

I had enough, I couldn’t kill another guy. I felt myself shaking. I saw from the corner of my eye, the other guy was running towards us. He was unarmed.

“N-no. I killed two people already. Ask someone else to kill him.”

“You.Kill.Him. Understand? Or you want to get a bullet through that retarded little head of yours too? I’m not giving you a choice here. You do as I say.”

“Psychotic fucker.” I mumbled to myself.

It was useless calling him psychotic when I was the one killing men left and right like a game of monopoly.

I felt someone's hand wrap around and neck and push me to the ground. He yanked the rifle out of my hand before banging my head on the concrete floor. A trail of blood rushed out of my temples.

Snickering, I elbowed the person- that person's hand was still around my neck. I didn’t waste a second and kicked that person's stomach and kneeing them to the ground while holding their hand in place.

I saw that it was the same man as who was searching on the other side of the building. “Yes! KILL.NOW!”

I don’t know what came over me, my eyes were blinded. All I saw was black. I grabbed the dagger, turning the man around- I didn’t even bother looking at his face. The dagger pierced through his tan skin. I heard a cry from a voice oh so familiar to me.

The dagger was still in his stomach. I fell back on my hips, the cry of the man sounded so similar. I was awoken from the blinding killing spree I had going on. I quickly got on my two feet and removed his mask. Begging to myself, to God, to everyone that it wasn’t who I thought it was.

Removing the mask I was greeted with the sharp eyes, long nose, and the soft and supple lips that I would very much die to kiss. He looked at me with saddened eyes. My eyes widened, I held his face close to mine.

‘No. . . no no no NO NO! PLEASE NO! T-TAEHYUNG!”

NO

I cried, my hot tears were spewing out faster than his blood, my tears fell on his chest. I brought my hands to his face and caressed his face once again. “Fuck- no- Taehyung. Why you- NO!”

He shakily brought his hand closer to my face and wiped off my tears with a gentle smile. A tear trailed down his eyes. He looked so broken, I was so broken.

“Tae. . .no. . . what have I done?”

“D-don’t blame yourself, Doll. I know you would never hurt me intentionally.” , his raspy voice broke out and he coughed out some blood.

More tears fell out of my eyes, all the memories of us together came back. Every look, every smile, every touch, every kiss. It all flooded in.

“My, my, my, Delilah.”

I looked up at his smiling figure- he was smiling when I stabbed him. My heart shattered.

He continued.

“I could see that girl was no good for me.”

I whimpered, my nose red as I held him closer to my embrace.

“But I was lost like a slave no man could free.”

He coughed out the words, this was a song he would sing to me very often. The nights when we sat at the mountain top with blankets over our heads as he sang the song- I could see it flash before my eyes.

“I’m. . . so sorry,. . .Taehyung.”

“Forgive me, Delilah. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“No-no! Taehyung. I-i-I’ll get you out of here, okay?”

“I’ll forever be the slave of your love, Delilah.”

“Then take me with you. . .”, my last words were a hushed whisper..

And with that, his eyes shut, the loving orbs that eyed me with so much care shut. His long lashes not moving. Biting my lips harshly, I picked his limp body up, I was going to flee this place. I had to.

When I turned around, Uncle and around fifty other men were standing. All holding guns in their hands. I looked at uncle with a cold stare. He remained unfazed and held his hand out to me. I got up myself and looked him in the eye with a death glare.

He chuckled, smirking at me. His eyes were darting back and forth from me and Taehyung. His smirk barely stood there by a thread.

“I thought the rumors of you being with the Kim was fake. Guess not.”

“You did this on purpose. That’s why you didn’t tell me who we were attacking, didn’t you? You wanted me to kill Tae! You crazy bastard.”

“Tae? Don’t tell me you guys are close. Well- not that it matters anyway. He’s dead. And you will be too if you don’t follow along.” , he sneered at me before five other men held my limbs and two other men dragged Taehyung's lifeless body through the rough floor. 

-

I walked inside the tall building. It was intimidating to look at such a huge tower- I felt a bit nervous. I was going to submit the files I stole from a heavily guarded warehouse. Sighing I entered the elevator.

This has been my everything for the past nine months. Wake up, work, get slapped occasionally if I refuse to shoot or stab an innocent bystander, get threatened to death by him and then cry myself to sleep. 

After I was ripped apart from him that night, they never spoke a single word about his death. They showed no sign of remorse, they laughed instead, their laughter echoed in the walls of my head. They enjoyed watching me suffer so much.  The utter joy that they received from watching myself crack like glass built up trepidation within me.

It was a weird cycle, sometimes I feared so much for my dear life that I was willing to do whatever they asked me and sometimes this very life didn’t seem dear enough to live in.  

It was always when the sun slept that I had those thoughts, those dreams of that night. That iron smell, the thick blood splattering everywhere. It was the time I felt that maybe this life wasn’t for me. 

 Despite this, I made a promise to myself- to never show what I truly felt to them. Even if I died with their hands, I would never let them know how they affected me. 

The emptiness of my own sorrows swallowed me whole everyday, I relived the same cycle each day hoping that I could one day breakfree. I knew it was not possible for me to break through them. All this time they used my own life against me, I didn’t mind it anymore. The quicker they pull the trigger of the gun, the quicker it will be till I am with him again. 

If I couldn’t be with him in this life, maybe in the next life? 

After returning the files, a box was shoved towards my face. It was a white coloured box- I didn’t have to open it to know what it was. 

Tonight I had another mission, it was a bit different from what I usually do- but nothing I can’t do. 

The lights of the club were bright, they were dizzy shades- the ones meant to bring you into the mood of being carefree. I remembered this club, the memories were just so colourful and vibrant in my head. It was the night before I betrayed him with my carelessness. 

We were making out on the side of the club, I remember him being a bit hesitant because we were practically wanted in this state but he gave in regardless. He gave in because he adored me so much. The happiness I had when I thought about him washed away as soon as it came. 

Right, I'm here for work. Not him. He’s gone.

Fiddling with a piece of pill wrapped in edible-plastic, I shoved it towards my gum so that no one could see it. I could already feel the plastic slowly melt in my gums. I had to be quick.

On the other hand I held the small glass bottle that had a white coloured liquid in it. The glass bottle reflected the neon lights of the club, I paced back and forth looking at it with expressionless eyes. 

I scoffed while rolling my eyes when I remembered my uncle giving me the bottle with the words : “Make sure to drink it after slipping the pill in, okay? This will make sure you don’t get the poison, Sweetie”

Sweetie.

He called me sweetie. Very ironic considering how his words salted my wounds.

With a small huff I walked towards the bar of the club. I spotted the older man who was my target. He wore flashy yellow coloured pants and had his hair styled into a manbun. Despite his bold and eye-catching clothing, he looked like a simple man. 

I swayed my hips from side to side, heels clicking on the marble floor as I made my way towards the empty seat beside him. My lips curved into the most convincing and charming I could make in this situation. My purse clutched on my right hand, I prepared to seat myself on the chair before a man with wavy black hair and a dark red suit sat there. 

My eyes narrowed and my smile dropped for a second. Faking out a chuckle I sat beside the man in the red suit. He turned back to look at me, his face was covered with a black mask. The mask had intricate details of silver on it that glimmered whenever the pink and blue lights of the bar hit. 

I plastered a knowing smile as he turned back to face the man in yellow. He knew I wanted to sit beside him but refused to meet my stare. My smile barely stood there with a thread- I just wanted to get over with this stupid mission and go home! 

“For fucks sake, he’s wasting my time!” , I muttered under my breath but the guy seemed to have heard me because he perked up when I spoke. 

 Gingerly he turned his head around and looked at me skeptically, I suddenly felt nervous under his stare. The way his eyes moved up and down on me- it seemed so familiar. Darting my attention elsewhere, it fell on his body which was clad in red. The red looked bloody- like it was made up of real blood. 

My eyes trailed upwards till it reached his breast pocket, a golden flower peeking through. It was a sunflower. I liked sunflowers. 

Stopping myself from thinking more about the flower, I glanced back at him- he was still looking at me with his sharp eyes. That’s all I could tell anyways because the mask covered up the rest of his face. The way his hands were fiddling with a ring on his right next finger, or the sunflower in his pocket or the stare he gave me- it felt way too familiar. 

I felt nauseating. Abruptly jumping out of my seat, I grabbed my purse and took a step out. I was going to approach that old man and get it done now. I can’t get distracted. 

A hand tugged my dress, stopping me from moving. Turning back, I recognized the silver ringed hand and the red sleeves. But what I didn’t know I’d be able to recognize was the face of the person who halted me. 

His mask was laying on the bar table. The blue light fell on his head, I could realise that fiery glare from anywhere. His lean nose with a small beauty mark and pink lips with another beauty mark.

My eyes widened, in shock I released the purse from my arm, it hit the floor. My breath hitched. 

Connecting my stare to his, he smiled softly before holding my hands and saying, “ Delilah, don’t go. . .again.” 

It was like my world flipped upside down when the warmth of his hand embraced mine. 

“T-taehyung?”

@youmistme​

Humility is alien to her

✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N

✑ Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU in Joseon Dynasty, fluff and teeny bit of angst

✑Warnings: Mentions of poverty, sickness and disabilities. Mention of theft (I do not condone the act of stealing, this is only for the purpose of the story.) Taehyung is a sweetheart, Y/N is level headed and is tired. Tae has a little stubble just like the run bts episode for the first half of the story (he gets rid of it later!) 

✑ Inspiration: From 달려라 방탄! or RUN BTS! EP 145 where Taehyung has the fake stubble :D

✑ Words: 5k

☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. 

In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

☞ Note: There is mention of a disability and if anyone thinks the representation of this disability is done incorrectly then please let me know! also this took 2 weeks to write bc i am the most lethargic shit on the planet lolololol. why is tumblr so ass when it comes to copypasting UGH

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also if i like it enough, i’ll write a part two :p no promises 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Today was hotter than your usual afternoons, as though the sun peered its light rays right into your skin; boiling your blood. A gust of wind rushed through matted hair, giving a second of breezy relief before the humidity settled in again. Pressing your lips together to contain yourself, you kept running. 

 With an iron grip on the straw bag you held, your sore feet made their way to the distant part of the village. The small village in Daegu that you resided in was always bustling, filled with life. A fairly well off town as they all claimed, a town with its happy people and their happy bags of wealth. Happy children and their even happier gold spooned life. 

That was certainly not the case for your family.

After a final glance behind your back, you made your way to the dark wooden door. Your fingers grazed the knob; it was warm. The warmth of home. The feeling did not last long when a small shard of wood sliced your finger. You hissed. It was a small cut, annoying nonetheless.

Your hiss faded away as quickly as it came when the form of the little boy crouched down on the thin white sheets came to your view. Round, watery and redden eyes staring at you with helplessness. Shivering chapped lips that curved the slightest when your figure came into view. Skin pale white, loss of the warmth of blood. The boy shivered a bit before meeting your eyes. 

Even in this saddening state, he flashed you an attempt at a smile, lips curving with all his will and might. Guilt crept up in you, how could you get annoyed by a small cut when he is still smiling despite everything? 

“I-I got us food. Fruits!”  His mouth moved, trying to form a coherent sentence to thank you but nothing came out. His gaze fell, eyes downcast. Gently walking towards him, you held his hand and brought him to your embrace, hugging him tightly. 

A lump formed in your throat, you felt bad. You felt disgusted, even dirty. You knew well the food you got for him wasn’t in the most civil way one should. This town(despite its “gold brimmed citizens”)  was not forgiving to the lower class. The want to be honest and have a truthful living was adamant within you, so deep within you that you couldn’t find it anymore. 

“Ah! Taehyung! My boy, what are you doing here in the market? Don’t see you around anymore.” 

The said man turned around, sharp, straight brows angling at the voice of the old woman who spoke to him. His aloof face met the gentle eyes of her, she smiled at him fondly. 

His shoulders sagged down in relief upon seeing her, wide grin now replacing his face. His right hand rubbed his neck, chuckling shyly. 

“Oh? Halmoni. I came here to get some vegetables. How are you?”

“This old woman is doing as good as she can. Now tell me, my boy, what would you like?” 

Squinting his eyes, he tried to remember the items he was told to get. Moments passed with him still trying to recollect his memory. Glancing back at her with embarrassingly red cheeks, he nervously laughed. 

The old woman looked up at him for a moment before bursting into a big laugh, patting on her thigh. “You grew a beard and all but your mind is still the same, boy.” 

“Ha-halmoni, it is not like that. I just suffer from short memory loss… a-and the beard is because I am a man now...”, he tried to shift the blame on the memory problem he never had. 

“Aha. Whatever eases you, my child.  Now, here you go” she handed him a basket filled with various kinds of vegetables. He reached out, grabbing it with a small smile. Patting his head she continued, “tell your mother and brother I sent these to their way.”

Bowing in return, he turned to go further inside the market. The busy marketplace still looked the same. From the many years he has grown up here, it always felt the same. Lively with smiles. The smell of freshly harvested fruits and greens, the teenage girls giggling near the trinket stores, mothers arguing with the vendors to negotiate the price, and the ever-so-subtle scent of fish and meat lingering between all of it. 

With a small jump in every step, he walked around the market humming a melody. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small craftsman store. His curiosity peaked. He hadn’t seen this store before, granted he hadn’t visited the market in months because of his “training to be a warrior” which mostly consisted of the boy convincing himself that the beard he had grown will make him look older and more intimidating. 

With a soft voice, he spoke to the craftsman who was seated with his creations. A multitude of wooden horses, small swords, jewelry boxes, bracelets, brooches. His long fingers delicately looked at one of the small swords, it was similar to the one he played with as a child. 

An eager yelp took his attention, beside him was a girl. She did not seem like a teenager, perhaps a bit older. Her raven coloured hair was braided and pulled back. She was looking at a rose coloured brooch. It was a small butterfly with intricate details in its wings. It was beautiful. 

Her lips quivered, eyes wandering on the brooch with a defeated sigh. His gaze fell on the straw hat she had held onto and her hanbok. The straw hat was big, bigger than what an average person used, so big that it would cover one’s face completely. Her hanbok unlike the other females in the market was simpler. It lacked the details of silk and bright coloured fabrics. The dusty pink colour of the hanbok and its owner resulted in his probing eyes.

Trying to play it off cool, his eyes gave his attention back to the wooden horses whilst occasionally stealing a glance at her.

The peaceful evening in the market was disturbed when a voice yelled out in frustration. 

“My fruits are stolen again! This is the third time in this week has happened.”, it was the fruit vendor, who cringed his face in frustration, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked livid.

 “It’s probably the kids making you look like a fool again.”, another voice jumped out. It was the fish seller who looked back at the angry man with a grin.

 “It’s not the kids. It’s a woman! Every time she comes over, I have a load of my stuff vanished! She-”

“A woman? Why would a woman ever do such a thing!” an elderly woman added with trepidation. 

“What does she look like?” enquired one more. Now everyone's attention was in this conversation. 

“That woman is no good! I have not seen her face. It is always covered with a straw hat. An enormous one.”

 Taehyung snapped his head around to his side, the woman in pink hanbok vanished from his sight. The image of her face, the flushed lips, and the almond-shaped eye disappearing from his memory. Quickly he looked back to the craftsman table where he kept his trinkets. The pink brooch laid there, untouched. 

With the money he had left, he purchased the pink butterfly. 

You slammed your palm against your forehead. So careless. You were so careless today. The force of reality hits your head. How could you go out in the open with your hat so carelessly? The villagers already knew the form you took. God Dammit if you were a little bit more swift you could have avoided this situation altogether. 

You shuddered, remembering the very vivid description of the woman in the big straw hat. The thief. The one who they hated. The one who was you. You coughed out loud, running out of breath as you walked towards the small road that led to the cottage you lived in. Something in your guts told you that you were seen. Caught. Caught committing theft. 

The small edge to his eyes, while he looked at the small toy swords, came to your mind- that man. Clad in a royal blue, your eyes didn’t miss the details of gold in his hanbok. Or the way he glanced at your form, from time to time. You did not miss any of it. 

“Stupid-stupid so stupid! You irresponsible girl!” your voice yelled to your own self. “Ah-why? Why can you not do a thing right? Argh-”

The sound of a tree branch breaking stirred you away from your self-deprecating scolding. The path you were walking on was not used by the villagers often. It was at the end of the town. A quiet place. There were not many animals around who would randomly step on a tree branch during this time of the day. As one would, feelings of fear and dread followed suit. You were too scared to look behind. 

You pressed your lips shut, breath hitching. From the corner of your eye you could make out a figure standing there- just as still as you. Like a deer in headlights. You took a step back, the figure behind you also took a step behind. You clenched your hand and moved a couple of steps forward. The figure behind you did the same. 

‘What trickery game is this?’

Sighing one last time, you knew if you didn’t run now you’d be in big trouble. You would run very fast; you decided. In 

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3- “Wait! Don’t you dare try to run away!” it was a heavy, deep voice that yelled from behind you. It didn’t sound like it was too far behind. Oh, you were in big trouble. You bent down, touching the area near your feet, and unbeknownst to the person behind you grabbed a rock big enough to fit your palm. 

If you had to face this person. You will. With safety of course

A twirl on your heels and you were face to face with the voice that called you out. Both your hands were tucked behind your back. You were expecting a middle-aged man, most likely a general but what met your eyes had you stumble on your feet. 

Those sharp yet heavy eyes staring back at you. The black pearls staring right at you, iris turning a hazel colour when the sun shined on it. He had speckles of hair on his chin and upper lip, a stubble. Glancing further, you saw the very royal hanbok which covered his sunkissed skin. He had  It was him, the sword toy guy at the trinket shop!

Your lips parted, you wanted to say something- anything but your mouth refused. 

His brow arched, he too seemed to be intrigued to see you here; a little flare of hesitance floating in there too. “You. Why did you try to run? I saw you leaving the market.” his voice was deep, trying to assert dominance within the two of you. 

“I don’t see how it is your business. I will take my leave.”

His brow perked up, and for a split second, you could see a boyish pout, saddened eyes. It was so quick that you almost missed it.  

He looked at you to continue. 

“Why must I allow you to do so?”

“You could. This once.” 

He started walking closer to you, stoic face piercing into your soul. He brought his right hand up, guiding towards you. Your fight, flight, and freeze scenes tingled and before you knew it, the rock you held onto met his shoulder with a big thud. 

“Ah! W-why?”He groaned, peach lips pouting as he patted his shoulder. His entire demeanor changed the moment that hero of a rock hit him. His sharp eyes now round and slightly glassy. Round cheeks tucked into a scowl.

“Ajusshi! Don’t come near me!” you threatened and held the rock in front of your hands.

“Ajusshi? What am I some old man!-I was trying to remove the spider that’s been crawling on your left shoulder! And you dare hit me-”

You smacked him this time, without the rock though. He shut up. 

Looking to your left, sure enough, was a black spider; dangerously close to your neck. “AHHHH! A- SPIDER!” your hand swatted it away in one swing.

Silence. Quietness engulfed the air as you recovered from the spider and the man in front of you recovered from your fist. You looked back at him, he was on his knees; one hand touching his shoulder while the other grazed his hurt. 

Now, this was certainly not how you expected someone clad in clothes similar to that of a warrior to react when hit by a girl. It was too humorous to you, a laugh almost slipped past your throat. The man looked back at you, angrily eyeing you. You cracked a wicked grin at the man before turning. A part of you wanted to stop, help him get up but you masked that with his boyish behavior favoring your humor. “You must be pretty strong, yeah? Good sir.” 

He suddenly stood up, you turned and saw both his hands to his right side. Then you spotted something. A sword. 

Oh, honey. You were done for. Say your prayers.

Suddenly, the laugh, the mockery towards him. You wanted to take it all back. 

You waited, looking at him anxiously. He looked at you one last time before drawing his sword out. You shut your eyes tight, ready for any slash or blow. There was nothing. 

Peering your eyes open, you were presented with a long wooden sword. 

A wooden sword.

You blinked once. He blinked once.

You blinked twice. He blinked twice. 

You bite your lip hard, suppressing any burst of laughter that might come. “Haha!”

“What in the world is that- a wooden sword?” 

He stared at the sword with utter shock. He was not expecting it himself .“Ah! Why did Seokjin hyung switch my real sword with the wooden one!” he stomped his feet on the ground, nose scrunch with distaste.

He looked back at your laughing face, hands clutching your stomach as you tried to contain your laughter. his cheeks were pink, lips curved from ear to ear. "tsk. is it so funny?" he couldn't help but snicker before laughing along with you. 

He held the handle of the wooden sword, attempting to put it back in the scabbard. His wobbly arms failed to sheath his sword. He sighed. You gingerly took a few steps towards him and held the hilt. His gaze fell on your face. With the help of your guiding hands, he successfully pushed the sword inside of the scabbard.

It had been three weeks since that incident with the warrior guy. After his several failed attempts to put his sword back in the sheath, he finally caved in for your help. This led to a twinkle in his eyes, he asked you more questions. That led to more questions and more answers. You could feel the imaginary wall that you’ve built slowly melt away, just the way the coldness of your heart melted. You remember the time when you both exchanged your names:

“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung! That’s my name.” He was grinning; something he did very often when he talked with you. Taehyung was his name. Just like the person itself, the name held colour. It was bright, a dash of hue in your monochromatic life. 

You wouldn’t have given your name back in return but he just- he felt so welcoming. A warm hug on a cold day. An umbrella for the rain. “Y/N. that’s my name.”

You really didn’t know why Taehyung hadn’t ratted you out. In fact, the said guy had not even brought up the topic since that day. He knew something was up (when you ran from the marketplace) but decided to not speak of it. Things back home weren’t going very well either, it only added to your confusion. Yet, it has become a habit to meet him now. No day goes by without seeing his square-like boyish grin and crescented eyes. 

Your legs brushed against the sunlit grass, bare toe touching the earth beneath. You closed your eyes and arched back. The log of wood you were seated beneath was warm, it seemed to have absorbed the heat of the atmosphere. The sky above was filled with shades of pink, orange, and blues; as though they were meant to intertwine with each other for your eyes. Humming a melody (courtesy to him, you’ve caught the habit now) you waited for Taehyung to arrive. It seemed like he was taking much longer than usual to get here. 

“When is he getting here..where is he?”

“Miss me already?” 

Turning around, you saw Taehyung. He was with his usual close-lipped smile and round cheeks but something was off. He was Taehyung, no doubt. It was the brave yet shy guy whom you’ve been meeting. “Taehyung is that..” you scanned his face, from his sharp eyes to the small mole he had underneath his left eye, his lean nose, and his supple lips. His lips-oh-oh. His upper and lower lip area was no longer covered with his facial hair.

“Your beard is gone.”, you said as a matter of fact, not sure how to register this information. His face was clean, soft, and shaven. The skin on his chin was a bit red, you figured it was from removing his facial hair. You had always found Taehyung to be an attractive guy but when a couple of days ago he had revealed he was twenty-five years old it shocked you, more than you have liked it to. 

“Twenty-five?! So you’re not an ajusshi?”

“No! Haha. What about you?”

“Twenty-two.”

His lips were a bright shade of peach, he licked his lips before snickering. You remember a few days ago him going deep into his thoughts when you mentioned why he bothered to keep a beard. He revealed that he’d been growing it for two years to look much older. That very Taehyung was now in front of your eyes, soft smile and red cheeks as he sat beside you. It was as if the entire universe slapped you on your face hard. So hard for you to face the reality of this godly man sitting before you. His hair was also a bit disheveled, he didn’t wear the blue bandana he wore to keep his hair away, instead, it was out and open. 

Your lips parted. You wanted to say something. Anything. You couldn’t. Oh lord, you couldn’t fathom the curve of soft cheeks and the shine on his skin, and good gracious you did not know how to handle these feelings of yours. They were already all over the place because of him but now this? This was pure torture. The sun really did its wonders when illuminating on his face, giving it a godly glow. You could feel yourself melt into a puddle for a man you knew for a couple of weeks!

“Earth to y/n? Are you doing good?” 

“Y-yes!” you stood up at once, stomping your feet with big rounded eyes as you made a salute pose towards him. 

“Ah-okay. Slow down, tiger. You spaced out for a moment.”

“You’re the tiger here not me..”, you fake pouted and sat back down beside him, this time a little bit closer. Taehyung was not oblivious to you sitting closer but chose to not say a word. 

“Why did you shave your beard?” You spoke a little bit too loud. 

He tilted his head before releasing a big boxy grin, his pearlescent teeth were shining through. Your heart beats faster than you would have liked it to. 

“You said I look a lot older with the beard. I want to look my age now.”

“But, Taehyung, didn’t you say it helps intimidate people so that they take you seriously as a warrior?” 

“I am sure I can manage just fine without one now.”

“How so?”

“Change of heart.” he paused. He looked back at you with that sparkle in his eyes which you seemed to never want to look away from. “I think I am capable without it.” 

The evergrowing feeling of fear and trepidation within your gut did not seem pleasant. You really wanted it to go away but your conscience just disagreed. The very concept of getting help when you didn’t ask for it is confusing. It is convoluted for the mind to process since it is already thinking about so much. Must one look down on the possible (bad) reasons someone is helping them? Vice versa. Getting help from someone can either lead to debt from that person or a step to the right path. How were you so adamant that the help you got was out of the kindness of the human heart or that it was a masked face filled with malice?

Not to mention that the said help was none other than Kim Taehyung.

Every day you saw him with a wooden basket whenever he headed towards your way. It was always filled to the brim with a variety of foods. From fruits to vegetables, meat and fish and eggs everything was there. Of course, you refused to accept these first because how could you ever pay him back for all of this. He on the other hand seemed more offended that you refused his help and did not budge from where he stood. He held the basket in his hand for hours before you took it from him. 

“Taehyung you don’t have to do this...I….I can’t pay you back or give anything in return!”

“I am not giving you because I want something in return. I am giving you this because I want to.” 

This also resulted in you not having to go to your “robbery adventures” and risk your life every day. It was refreshing but still too alien. Did he have an ulterior motive? Will he use you later for something? Is he just being another kind human? Are you immune to humility? 

“Y/n!” taehyung called out as he approached you. He waddled over to your figure with round cheeks stuffed, he was chewing bread. His right hand tightly held a woven basket. 

“Hey, how are you?” he asked and without waiting for your answer, plopped himself beside the tree bark you were seated on. 

“I’m good. Better than before…” “You?”

“Inlovebutiwonttellyouthat.” he whispered in a hushed voice but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m in pain! Ouch, my shoulders still hurt from when you hit me with that rock!”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and he gulped. You both stayed silent. 

“Ah~ here take this. I almost forgot to give you.” he brought the basket up, this time it was filled with green vegetables. Some which you had never seen before. 

“Taehyung.” you stopped him before he could even place the basket onto your hands. He looked up at you. “You-you cannot be doing this!” 

You continued, “Giving me all of this when I can do nothing but helplessly take it and give nothing in return. Why? Taehyung just why? Why would you…” your voice shivered at the end. 

“Y/n. I just want to. You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just have this urge to look out for you. Please let me do it?” “Don’t stop me from it.”

“I-... this is too new for me Taehyung. I’ve never- never had someone look out for me.” 

Taehyung was quiet. His eyebrows were fused together as he tried to form any sort of answer but remained wordless. He did not want to say something that could unintentionally disregard what you said.

You raised your eyes to look at him, you knew he wanted to say something to comfort you but was unable to find words for it. Just like always, you also wanted to thank him for the food. You were not a mannerless human. You felt gratitude and you would do the least which is to express it with words. “Thank you, for this. You keep giving me. I don’t know what to think of it.” 

He smiled in return, he looked at ease with your sincere thanks.

“Do you have a family?” you with intention. 

“Yes! I have an elder brother whom I’ve mentioned before, I have my mom and my precious grandmother with me too.” his eyes lit up like you’ve never seen before, they held stars in them when he spoke about his family with nothing but sheer joy.  

Taehyung didn’t stop there, he went on and on about his family which you eagerly listened to. He talked about how his brother was a doctor, two years older than him, and that he was insanely handsome. “My brother says it is always important to mention his good looks when I talk about him,” he added while swinging his legs back and forth like a toddler as he continued to say more about his family. You found his brother; namely Kim Seokjin to be a vibrant man though you never met him.

 He also mentioned his mother, who in his words seemed like a kind and caring woman. And lastly, his grandmother whom he seemed to absolutely adore more than anything in the world. 

He then turned and with cautious eyes asked you the same question. You were expecting him to and also appreciated his cautious tone. He was making sure he wasn’t crossing any line by asking you this and your heart couldn’t help but flutter. 

“I have a brother.” your voice was a near faint whisper. 

His brows raised in surprise. He was not expecting that. He had so many questions going on in his head, more geared towards your financial stability but he figured that it would be inappropriate to ask them. 

“He’s ten years old. Mute. I adore him.” 

His face held a devastating look. You had never seen another being ever so invested in your life let alone mourn over your personal problems. You were confused, to say the least. 

“He does not talk?” he muttered more to himself than you and you nodded in reply. Your eyes were downcast too. Thinking about your sickeningly pale brother who tried his hardest to show a brave smile around you made you feel lamented. How could you not, the poor boy had been suffering for months now. 

You both sat in further silence, not sure what to say. Then Taehyung spoke and you weren’t sure what to think of it. “Does he like toy swords?” 

You were now opening the door of your house, more like a cottage gingerly, scared to be too loud so that you didn’t frighten your brother. Despite your poverty, you always considered your home a home, a cosy place where it felt warm. The love you and your brother shared for each other made up for the dim-lit house. 

The thought of ever having someone over never came to you so you weren’t prepared.  Taehyung peeked his head from the door, his fluffy brown hair bounced ever so slightly. He didn’t seem to mind your small home, in fact, he looked pleased with it. Last week when you both exchanged words about your family, Taehyung insisted on seeing your brother. You knew well enough that stopping him was not an option since he was rather stubborn. So, now here you two were at your house, to meet your brother. 

With a small sigh, you said, “Well to my humble abode, Sire Kim Taehyung.” 

He chuckled in response to your formal tone. He was still looking around the house. To him, your house looked more lively than he thought it would. Bad of him to assume. Nonetheless, he was pleased with the welcoming energy your abode radiated. Taehyung had quickly figured out that his means of helping you did not mean he wanted you to feel like a charity case. He was sure in one way or another, you did. This led to him taking a much gentler approach when trying to help you, which in all honesty he had no reason to but he was always a man to follow his heart. If his heart wants to help this beautiful and brave lady; you, then so be it. Today he brought in one of the small wooden swords he used to play with and practice with when he was a young lad himself. He thinks this was the best choice for a gift. Granted he doesn’t know how your brother is but he hopes it’ll bring the small boy some joy.

Not very far from the main entrance gate was a boy. He had disheveled, matted hair. He looked very sick. Much like your description of him, he looked the same. Small frame, a bit shivering, pale skin that lacked any colour, sunken eyes boring his face, and chapped lips which bled from the side a bit due to dehydration. Taehyung couldn’t explain how much his heart shattered into pieces. The tears were already building up in his eyes and he had to look away to force the tears back inside.

You looked to your side at him, you understood his expression because you also had the same. You looked back at your brother, your heart ached for him, and yet you couldn’t do much for him. You felt a hand envelope yours, it was Taehyungs. He was looking at you with gentle eyes, as a sign for you to not lose yourself. You couldn’t be any more grateful. 

Your brother jolted upon seeing you too, his eyes widened. He looked so scared. His already pale face turned even whiter. You pursed your lips together and walked to your brother. With a smile on your lips, you gently embraced him; not too tight since he was so fragile. “Daehyun-ah, I have a friend of mine over. He wanted to see you.” 

Daehyuns eyes wandered to the tall man standing behind you. He seemed scared but slowly relaxed when he saw Taehyungs overly warm and sweet smile. Taehyung too with gentle steps walked to Daehyun and crouched down to his level. His smile never left his face. 

“Hi!” he said a little bit too enthusiastically. Realising how loud he was, he cracked a sheepish grin and continued. “I’m Taehyung. Your noona’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you, Daehyunie.” 

Daehyuns eyes lit upon his name being mentioned. Even with trembling lips, his lips curved into the faintest smile towards Taehyung. 

“I have a little gift for you Daehyun. I hope you like it as much as I used to.” 

His arms which were behind him this entire time now came forward. He was holding a small wooden sword. It looked adorable. Your eyes curved into crescents when you saw Taehyung handing it to Daehyun with a big grin. A domestic feeling settled within you. 

You guided your hands on your brother’s and helped him hold the little sword. You swear you hadn’t ever seen him so ecstatic. The sword felt a little bit too heavy for him so he let go of it with a small pout. The wooden toy walling on the floor with a thud and the little boy shut his eyes in disappointment. 

“Now, I’ve also got some fruits with me. You have to eat it all up, Daehyunie. How else are you going to hold that sword of yours, hm? We’ll make you all strong and big.” taehyung chuckled and looked back at you. 

Your smile was small but grateful. You had done so much but gotten so little. You had the burden of two worlds on your shoulder and got so little help. Though he couldn’t help in the ways he wanted to, Taehyung decided to be the pillar you could lean on when you journeyed through your life. 

Daehyun brought his shaky hand on Taehyungs and held it tightly with a big grin. His eyes were trembling. His pupils were glassy and a single drop of salty tear fell on their hand. That is when the man in blue had an epiphany, he had finally taken the first in becoming someone’s shield and someone’s hope. He was still far away from where he desired to be, but still a step closer from before. 

@youmistme​ 

Masterlist ☃︎♡

🀦 started- 2021 

🀩 last updated - july ‘22

I’ve only written Taehyung fanfics till now so this m.list only contains Tae fics! 

Note: 

These are ALL fictional works! I, in no way intend to represent the artist wrongly. These all works of fiction, from my imagination and written purely for entertainment purposes only!! 

Do not let my work influence the way you view the artist. 

+ Eventhough I write with a female Y/n | OC in mind, you can imagine yourself in these fanfictions regardless of your gender identity and pronouns. 

KEY-  ✿- fluff  ☂︎- angst ♤- explicit 

KIM TAEHYUNG ✦

trace the colours of our skin

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✑Pairing: non idol! Taehyung x Reader ☞ Summary: It was comforting knowing you could see the rawest and truest form of your blind date just like how he could. OR: agreeing to go on a blind date for a YouTube video where you both are naked and talk about yourselves  while drawing each other might have been the best idea.

In Two Lines | KTH | MASTERLIST

read the below three fanfic drabbles all together here ↧

Our Love in two lines

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✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don’t his emotions come rushing through as usual?

↝ prequel to Our Love in two lines 

- Her Love in two lines 

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✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

↝ sequel to Our Love in two lines

His Love in two lines 

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✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

☞ Summary: The mother of his child, his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life; all portrayed through his rose coloured lenses  

Inebriated  

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✑Pairing : Mafia heir! Taehyung x Mafia heir! Female OC ☞ Summary: Hearts that love, bullets that blind. or, in which, they are so inebriated by each other that they couldn’t sense the danger.

The third Kim

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✑Pairing : Whipped introverted Popular! Taehyung x Art student sarcastic! Y/N ☞ Summary: After the rumour spread that Kim Taehyung has a crush on the art student with caramel eyes, all doom hails upon you- the art student with caramel eyes.

Humility is Alien to her

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✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N ☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

Our Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

✑ Genre: Angst and fluff (beginning has some angst.)

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, thoughts of breakup.

✑ Words: 2.5K

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? 

prequel- Her Love in two lines  

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines

(THIS FIC IS NOT ANTI-ABORTION!! )

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour! Don’t take a fanfiction to heart. 

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

Three days, it had been three days since you saw those two stripes on the test. Three days since your world seemed to have tumbled over, every possible solution out of the window.

Your trembling eyes couldn’t believe it as you held the pregnancy test closer to your face, blinking, again and again, to make sure what you saw was true.

Of course, flukes happen, you knew that very well, so you grabbed two more tests just to make sure it wasn’t just your shitty life pulling another well-crafted prank on you again.

Much to your anticipation, when the other two test results came in, your lips shut into a thin line.

Your gaze gently fell on the three pregnancy tests lying on the bathroom floor, as much as you wanted to believe it wasn’t real and that you were most certainly not pregnant with Idol, Kim Taehyungs child, you knew with a small pinch on your hand to confirm that all of this indeed was real. You had been dating Taehyung for the past five years now, every moment you spent with him was something you would go back in time to do again. He was just so worth it. He was worth every bit of your life. While you knew his love for children and starting a family, you two personally never discussed starting a family with each other. Kids, dogs, cats, heck even Namjoon’s pre-debut hair- you guys talked about everything but it didn’t necessarily include one another in them.

You had to tell Taehyung today, it had been three days already, and stalling further won’t do any good.

Talking to Taehyung was always a breeze, never have you in the past five years ever felt uncomfortable approaching him about something or even confronting him. His easy-going and non-judgemental personality just fit right into yours like a puzzle piece.

But today, you were in shambles. Hands shaking, head feeling dizzy. You didn’t know how to even tell him let alone know his opinion on it! You guys have been quite stressed the past few weeks, his group is having a comeback in two months so he is busy day in and out working hard with his music. You on the other hand have art exhibitions to work on.

You two were very famous in your field of work, Taehyung being an idol, songwriter, singer, and actor while you were a traditional artist and contemporary dancer.

With many missed calls from your manager about what new artworks you want to draw for the upcoming exhibition including you not being able to talk to your boyfriend for the past few weeks has been taking a toll on you alot.

The time was exactly 10:27 p.m. when you heard the front door of your shared apartment open, a sudden breeze brushed by your spine. You bit your lips harder. It’s now or never.

You went out with your most convincing smile and greeted him. Taehyung being Taehyung gladly accepted your hug and nuzzled his nose between the crook of your neck before letting out a yawn. He was tired, you figured.

You frowned upon seeing his overworked state but tugged on his shirt sleeve regardless. He looked up at you with a confused expression. You said nothing as your eyes travelled down to the floor, tightly holding his hand before leading him to your shared bedroom.

Taehyung sat on the bed with a small jump, curious but excited as to what you wanted to do.

You finally turned to look him in the eye, an unreadable look on your face. He was puzzled.

“I-” you sighed. Oh lord, this was far more nerve-wracking than you thought. “I have something to show you. It’s very important.” he nodded in response and followed your gaze.

Soon his eyes were presented with the three tests, neatly placed on top of a few tissue papers.

“T-the two lines mean I’m positive…”

His eyes quickly shot up to your face, round doe eyes staring right back at you. You continued speaking. “ I found out three days ago. It was sudden for me too, didn’t really expect this to happen you know. I also know that it's really uncaring of me to bring this up now but I had to tell you. You’re tired with work and everything, I understand, Tae. I just couldn’t wait.”

He said nothing in response. His eyes were unreadable. He kept a stern gaze on the three tests laid in front of him. Your breath hitched.

Does he hate the idea of you pregnant? Is that why he isn’t saying anything?

Numerous pessimistic ideas filled your thoughts as you continued to look at him, trying to decipher what was going on in that mind of his.

“Y-you don’t have to worry, okay? I know you’re a celebrity and in the height of your career, so am I! I know the consequences of what will happen because of a child in our careers. I really do, Tae. Please just say something?”

Again, no words.

Your heart dropped. No, it didn't just drop, it was thrown off a cliff and is falling down an endless pit of blackness. Did Taehyung really hate you for this? Did your Taehyung, your own boyfriend not accept you because of something that was not 100% in your control?

You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not now. You had to be a little strong. You sucked your breath in and shut your eyes close before opening them again. With a shaky voice, you said, “This must have been such a shock, huh? I-I’ll go be in the other room. Please tell me your thoughts on this before the day after tomorrow. I will be at the hospital to get rid of the baby by then.”

With that, you shut the door as tears finally spilled out of your eyes, hot burning tears, acidic on your face. Red swollen lips as you cried even harder on the sofa in the living room hoping that this wasn’t what was going to end your relationship.

If you were to tell a nineteen-year-old you that ten years later, you would be a world-renowned artist and also one week pregnant with Kim Taehyung baby, she would have probably shoved a middle finger up your face and laughed it off.

Yet here you were, twenty-nine years old and pregnant, and crying while watching Tangled for the seventh time with a tub of strawberry ice cream. Strawberry is his favorite flavour.

The more you ate the ice cream the more it reminded you of the man who currently resided in the room behind yours, the man who also resided in your heart for the past several years of your life.

With a heavy heart, you knew there was only one person besides Taehyung who could comfort you, Nina. Nina has been your best friend since highschool, Nina who is also dating Kim Namjoon for the past seven years.

It was 2 am now, you had been talking with Nina for god knows how many hours, rambling on and on about how you thought your relationship was doomed.

“I- Just know it, Nins. He’s at the peak of his career, why would he want a child? That too with me? Yeah we’ve been dating for a while now but still. I’m just so scared. My heart trembled when I told him I’d put the baby to sleep. It was so easy to say but so difficult to actually do. It's a child! My child! I- I really don’t want to abort the baby…three days and my motherly instincts are already kicking in.”

“Listen hun, we both have known Tae for a really long time now. I’m sure he isn’t nearly as cold hearted to ask you to give up the baby or even worse never talk to you again and breakup! Cmon, think! You guys have been together for so long, he won’t throw you away. Y/N you are the last thing he can just push away when things get difficult.”

More tears spilled out of your eyes, tracing over the salty wet lines on your cheeks.

“I-...we haven’t really been talking for the past few weeks you know? What if he is slowly losing feelings for me, what if this was the final straw in brea-”

“NO! Girl, please! Never say that. I’ve seen you two. I know you, I know him. You guys can’t drift apart over something like this. This is where you guys need eachother the most. This is when you realise how much you love eachother. Don’t give up on him. I’m sure he’s deep in his thoughts.”

“I, I guess you’re right Nin. All of these things in life have just been altering my emotions to make me think of the worst.”

You both talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. You were beginning to feel dizzy since you hadn’t had dinner and cried so much. As your head rested on the pillow of the couch, sleep soon engulfed you. You slept a sound, blissfully unaware of Taehyung in the other room who was still wide awake and heard every bit of your conversation.

When you presented those three tests to Taehyung, his first instinct was that it was a prank but the more he thought about it, you looked all too serious for it to be one. He really wanted to just jump up from the bed and hug your tiny frame hard, he wanted to just melt with you. As the thought really settled into him, his mind was in a frenzy. He wanted to grab your pretty face and kiss you the longest he ever had. Why wouldn’t he? The love of his life was carrying his baby. A little you and him. Your love, your warmth, your gentle smile, the way you hug your arms over his shoulder whenever he felt down, the way you randomly came into his office just to give him small pecks on his nose and cheek. He loved every part of you.

Despite being in love with you so much, he does sometimes make a literal fool out of himself. He himself found it odd when his mouth didn’t open to reply back to you earlier this night. For someone who practically wears his heart out on his sleeves, he lost his voice when he had the moment to speak.

After hearing how much it wounded you and the fact that you thought he wanted to abort the baby, he was furious with himself. How could he do this to you? He wanted the baby as much as you, the feeling of knowing that the creation of his love with yours was real, it overwhelmed him so much so that he was lost in his thoughts as you rambled on.

Heavens, what an utter nutjob he felt like he was. He knew you were already guilt-tripping yourself when you didn’t need to. You were the sensitive kind at times, he loved that about you. He promised he would never hurt that vulnerable part of you but he did. It took every ounce of his being to not rip open the door and kiss you senselessly. You were asleep though.

He promised him, you, and their future child that he’ll make it right.

You woke up to the sound of the blender in the kitchen going on. Fluttering your eyes open, you felt a strange warmth envelope you. Turning around, you saw the red blanket draped over your figure, the blanket Taehyung’s mom gifted you last Christmas.

Confused you shuffled your body until you realized that you were on the bed. The soft duvet was like a hug to you. Had he put you back to bed after you fell asleep on the couch?

Slowly getting up, you made your way to the kitchen waddling in your big T-shirt and some old short shorts. Upon further entering the kitchen, you saw Taehyung with a black kitchen apron, fluffy hair over his eyes as he focused to make an omelette. A small chuckle left your lips when you saw his pathetic yet endearing attempt to crack the egg.

As soon as your chuckle left your lips, he turned around, round eyes staring back at you.

With a big grin, he greeted you, “Morning, woke up now?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Good. sit on the counter, have breakfast.”

You bit your lips slightly with trepidation, confused with his behaviour. Regardless, you sat down. You went to reach the coffee machine to pour yourself some coffee whilst he made breakfast. Just as your hand was about the reach in for the espresso shot, another hand softly slapped away your hand.

You looked up to see Taehyung with furrowed brows. “What?”

“You can’t have coffee.”

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“I-what? Taehyung I get it if you’re mad at me but w-why-”

“No-what? Why would I ever be mad at you? I read on the internet yesterday that it's not good for pregnant women to have coffee!” he desperately explained to you.

“Why does it matter! The baby is gonna be gon-”

He tightly held your two shoulders before he pulled you into a warm hug, his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he let out a sob. He hugged you even tighter, so as to never want to separate from you.

“Please, love. The baby- it’s ours. You and me. Our love. I don’t want it gone. I want us to do it.”

He gently placed a kiss on your lips, he didn’t care about anything in the world other than capturing your soft lips with his and reminding you that he loves you more than you can ever describe. He broke the kiss and spoke again:

“I’m sorry, yesterday-I was so overwhelmed with joy! I couldn’t believe it. I want this to happen okay? As for my career and yours? We can handle it. We’re almost thirty now. I’ve always wanted to spend my life with you. I just can’t believe you presented me with such a gift. What have I ever done to deserve you, Y/n?”

You let out a laugh that quickly turned into a soft sob and you cupped his cheeks together and kissed him on his lips again.

“Tae, I’m so glad. I’m so glad to have you. I can’t believe I was second guessing you, Love.”

A charcoal smell filled you guys’ noses and you turned around to look at the awfully burnt egg on the frying pan.

“On the other hand, I sure do second guess your cooking skills, babe.”

You both burst into laughter as you held each other, staring into one another eyes like the stars aligned in them.

@youmistme

a/n: unedited lmao pls forgive me this is trash but i got this idea last night and was tempted :p

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Her Love in two lines

✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

✑ Genre: fluffy fluff uwu

✑Warnings: none, tae is best boyfie for lifey 

✑ Words: 1K 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

♡ this is a prequel to Our Love in two lines! couple hehe. You can also read this as a stand alone fic!

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines !

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

The metal hand of the clock was moving, your eyes fixed on the ticking hand as the minutes went by. You were running late from work again. With a disheartened sigh, you feverishly relaxed back into the small subway seat. It was not comfortable but you had to make do. 

Your head was starting to hurt again, how could it not? 

The image of your boyfriend's disappointed expression clouded your thoughts as the busy chattering of people in the subway faded to the back of your mind. Oh, your boyfriend would be so so upset. With your busy schedule and his overbearingly busy schedule it was almost impossible to have some alone time together. You had promised him, held his hand tightly and brought it up to your face and kissed it. Smiled and promised that you would spend more time this week. 

Now you’re running late on the very first date you guys planned for in months! It was valentine's day today! 

Must you be such a terrible girlfriend? It was undeniably hard to convince your boss; Mr. Choi gave you a couple days off, he settled with half days.  

Your fingers gently touched the velvety petal of the rose from the bouquet. It was for him. A vivid memory flashed before your eyes, you remember him saying that he disliked red roses on first dates. Was too intimate, his words not yours. Maybe this set of flowers today will be a gentle push to silently tell him that you too are worth the intimacy. Your relationship has been sailing on the sea of love for the past year now, it was about time. 

Your palms were sweaty as they held the door knob to your apartment. Glancing to your side, you spotted a pair of black flip flops beside the show rack. Oh he was home. 

Should have seen it coming, Kim Taehyung and time are two things that remain punctual to no end. 

As your tired frame entered the dim lighted apartment, you spotted him sitting on a bean bag with a book in his hand. He must have kept himself busy- wait. A book?!

Your brows creased together as you walked closer to him while setting your bag on the nearby counter. 

It was quite the unusual sight, Taehyung and a- what was that captivated between his slender fingers? A Nicolas Sparks novel? 

His sharp eyes quickly landed on you, holding you down simply with his gaze. 

“Hey Tae, what ya doin’ there? Readin’ a book?” 

“No, I was staring at the pages until I could fall asleep since someone decided to take a whole century to reach home today.” he deadpanned. 

The bouquet in your hand suddenly felt heavy and so did your heart. You felt as if you had done it now, pissed him off to a scary point. 

He gingerly sat the book down beside the bean bag, you noticed it was upside down. 

Quick to his feet as he stood up and looked at you. “Tae- I’m so so sorry! I didn’t know it would take so long-”

His finger went over your soft lips, shushing you. His eyes crinkled before he released a big grin. “You really thought I would get mad at you for working? Hm?” 

Your lips parted so to speak but no words came out. Taehyung's warm hand cupped your face before he pecked your cheek. “Taehyung- what are you-?”

He kissed your lips again, this time a bit rougher but still tender enough. “You thought that I, your boyfriend, would get mad at you for working hard? When you work so hard everyday all day to pursue your passion?” 

You once again remained speechless. “You.” kiss “Are.” kiss “Worth.” kiss “All.” kiss “The.” kiss “Wait.” kiss. 

You felt yourself melt into a puddle when his big arms reached out to hold your waist and bring your smaller frame even closer. You blinked before turning your big round eyes towards his face, a small pout adorning   your lips. “So you're not mad that I’m three hours late?” 

“Nope. Not even one bit.”

“It’s kind of reasonable for you to be upset, Tae.” 

“But I’m not, babe. You waited weeks for me when I was out on tours, doing performances or was trapped in my studio. You waited, you never got mad. You always hugged me, said “it's okay.” and comforted my pathetic ass, why won’t I do the same for you?”

“Also because I would be an ass of a boyfriend to be mad at you for doing your job, no?”

You looked into his charcoal eyes with a sense of gratitude. You were grateful.

“Kim are you saying my ass is pathetic too?” you teased with a small smirk, trying to divert the topic into a less emotional one and held his collar, tugging him closer. 

“No dear, what I am saying is, your ass is in fact perfect.”

His hand sneaked back to squeeze your butt a few times before breaking out into a big chuckle.  You both laughed as you settled down on the bean bag. 

“I also got you a little somethin’” 

You handed him the bouquet as he looked down at it with a soft smile. “I’ll accept these roses because you’re an exception and because your ass does look exceptionally good in those tight jeans, babe.” he giggled. 

“Tae!” 

“What? Just admiring my beautiful pretty flowers and her pretty assets. Every man's dream.” 

“Shut up you dork.” your hand traced his jaw with a small curve as it travelled up to his fluffy hair. He kissed your lips in return. 

Taehyung was worth it, he was worth every rose petal and every kiss. He was worth every shout and every tear. This man and his boyish smile was worth every bit of your heart and so much more. From the way he gets down to pick up your discarded blanket from the floor every morning to how he carefully selects the perfect songs for your shower playlists, to his cheeky grin whenever he “accidentally” puts salt in your coffee instead of sugar and makes it up by giving you endless kisses. His warm heart in those stressful days is so worth it. 

“You know what I realised, Tae?” 

He hummed in response as he played with the locks of your hair, twirling it between his fingers with curious eyes. 

“You are worth everything.” 

@youmistme​

a/n: did anyone ask for this? no. do i care? also no. I just love OLI2L couple so much they deserve the world :)

THE PREQUEL IS HERE MY DUDES !!!! 

read Our Love in two lines 

super fluffy and cute and heart warming, my very smol valentines day gift which is way over due but im sorry!! a girls gotta do what a girls gotta a do :D

Her Love in two lines

✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

✑ Genre: fluffy fluff uwu

✑Warnings: none, tae is best boyfie for lifey 

✑ Words: 1K 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

♡ this is a prequel to Our Love in two lines! couple hehe. You can also read this as a stand alone fic!

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

The metal hand of the clock was moving, your eyes fixed on the ticking hand as the minutes went by. You were running late from work again. With a disheartened sigh, you feverishly relaxed back into the small subway seat. It was not comfortable but you had to make do. 

Your head was starting to hurt again, how could it not? 

The image of your boyfriend’s disappointed expression clouded your thoughts as the busy chattering of people in the subway faded to the back of your mind. Oh, your boyfriend would be so so upset. With your busy schedule and his overbearingly busy schedule it was almost impossible to have some alone time together. You had promised him, held his hand tightly and brought it up to your face and kissed it. Smiled and promised that you would spend more time this week. 

Now you’re running late on the very first date you guys planned for in months! It was valentine’s day today! 

Must you be such a terrible girlfriend? It was undeniably hard to convince your boss; Mr. Choi gave you a couple days off, he settled with half days.  

Your fingers gently touched the velvety petal of the rose from the bouquet. It was for him. A vivid memory flashed before your eyes, you remember him saying that he disliked red roses on first dates. Was too intimate, his words not yours. Maybe this set of flowers today will be a gentle push to silently tell him that you too are worth the intimacy. Your relationship has been sailing on the sea of love for the past year now, it was about time. 

Your palms were sweaty as they held the door knob to your apartment. Glancing to your side, you spotted a pair of black flip flops beside the show rack. Oh he was home. 

Should have seen it coming, Kim Taehyung and time are two things that remain punctual to no end. 

As your tired frame entered the dim lighted apartment, you spotted him sitting on a bean bag with a book in his hand. He must have kept himself busy- wait. A book?!

Your brows creased together as you walked closer to him while setting your bag on the nearby counter. 

It was quite the unusual sight, Taehyung and a- what was that captivated between his slender fingers? A Nicolas Sparks novel? 

His sharp eyes quickly landed on you, holding you down simply with his gaze. 

“Hey Tae, what ya doin’ there? Readin’ a book?” 

“No, I was staring at the pages until I could fall asleep since someone decided to take a whole century to reach home today.” he deadpanned. 

The bouquet in your hand suddenly felt heavy and so did your heart. You felt as if you had done it now, pissed him off to a scary point. 

He gingerly sat the book down beside the bean bag, you noticed it was upside down. 

Quick to his feet as he stood up and looked at you. “Tae- I’m so so sorry! I didn’t know it would take so long-”

His finger went over your soft lips, shushing you. His eyes crinkled before he released a big grin. “You really thought I would get mad at you for working? Hm?” 

Your lips parted so to speak but no words came out. Taehyung’s warm hand cupped your face before he pecked your cheek. “Taehyung- what are you-?”

He kissed your lips again, this time a bit rougher but still tender enough. “You thought that I, your boyfriend, would get mad at you for working hard? When you work so hard everyday all day to pursue your passion?” 

You once again remained speechless. “You.” kiss “Are.” kiss “Worth.” kiss “All.” kiss “The.” kiss “Wait.” kiss. 

You felt yourself melt into a puddle when his big arms reached out to hold your waist and bring your smaller frame even closer. You blinked before turning your big round eyes towards his face, a small pout adorning   your lips. “So you’re not mad that I’m three hours late?” 

“Nope. Not even one bit.”

“It’s kind of reasonable for you to be upset, Tae.” 

“But I’m not, babe. You waited weeks for me when I was out on tours, doing performances or was trapped in my studio. You waited, you never got mad. You always hugged me, said “it’s okay.” and comforted my pathetic ass, why won’t I do the same for you?”

“Also because I would be an ass of a boyfriend to be mad at you for doing your job, no?”

You looked into his charcoal eyes with a sense of gratitude. You were grateful.

“Kim are you saying my ass is pathetic too?” you teased with a small smirk, trying to divert the topic into a less emotional one and held his collar, tugging him closer. 

“No dear, what I am saying is, your ass is in fact perfect.”

His hand sneaked back to squeeze your butt a few times before breaking out into a big chuckle.  You both laughed as you settled down on the bean bag. 

“I also got you a little somethin’” 

You handed him the bouquet as he looked down at it with a soft smile. “I’ll accept these roses because you’re an exception and because your ass does look exceptionally good in those tight jeans, babe.” he giggled. 

“Tae!” 

“What? Just admiring my beautiful pretty flowers and her pretty assets. Every man’s dream.” 

“Shut up you dork.” your hand traced his jaw with a small curve as it travelled up to his fluffy hair. He kissed your lips in return. 

Taehyung was worth it, he was worth every rose petal and every kiss. He was worth every shout and every tear. This man and his boyish smile was worth every bit of your heart and so much more. From the way he gets down to pick up your discarded blanket from the floor every morning to how he carefully selects the perfect songs for your shower playlists, to his cheeky grin whenever he “accidentally” puts salt in your coffee instead of sugar and makes it up by giving you endless kisses. His warm heart in those stressful days is so worth it. 

“You know what I realised, Tae?” 

He hummed in response as he played with the locks of your hair, twirling it between his fingers with curious eyes. 

“You are worth everything.” 

@youmistme​

a/n: did anyone ask for this? no. do i care? also no. I just love OLI2L couple so much they deserve the world :)

His Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol dilf! Taehyung X Pregnant milf! Reader

  OR:   OLI2L! Taehyung x OLI2L! Reader 

✑ Genre: fluffy fluffy, tae says yn is wifey for lifey awww :( 

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, insecure reader, insecurity from pregnancy, a swear word or two, body image issues

✑ Words: 1K

☞ Summary:  The mother of his child, his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life; all portrayed through his rose coloured lenses. 

♡  this is a sequel to Our Love in two lines!  you can also read this as a stand alone fic!    

also read the prequel Her Love in two lines!  

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also, thank you so much @softbobamilktae ​ for being the sweetest and supporting me thus far. You don’t know how much this means to me <3 so this a little, tiny present for u <333333 A taglist for this will be prepared shortly when i release the series

Taehyung was seated beside you on the fluffy brown couch. Your head rested on the broad expanse of his chest as his slender fingers twirled your hair around. He always adored your hair, soft and silky, pleasing to touch. As your body moved from on top of his, he could see the subtle but noticeable changes you have started to acquire. Your skin was a lot more shiny than usual, a pearlescent glow glittered on your supple flesh. The swell of your breasts had increased, more round and soft- so much so that it stretched the white tank top you wore.  Your hips also started to widen, another prominent sign of pregnancy, you were five months into your pregnancy after all. 

The more his eyes lingered over you, the more his heart swirled in joy. Every single day he woke up to the thought of you, his beautiful beautiful girlfriend who was nurturing his beautiful child. 

Although in his eyes, you were the living embodiment of natural perfection, he couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t feel the same content happiness that he did. You got up from his lap to sit beside him with an apologetic grin, “Sorry, I must be pretty heavy, right? I’ll sit here, easier for the both of us.” 

A sharp slap onto his face. That's how it felt at least when you called yourself heavy and meant it as a burden. Your eyes were anywhere but his face. 

To him, this was unacceptable! Someone as ethereal as you should not worry if she gained weight, you were carrying another human inside you for heaven's sake. A child. His love and yours. A frown crept up to his face as he studied your mannerism more. You didn’t seem confident. 

“Babe…” he called out. 

You just hummed in response but didn't bother to look back at him.

“Baby,” he called out again, this time voice dropping a few octaves. 

“Y/n…look at me. Talk to me, please?” 

“What do you want me to say, Tae?” 

“Tell me what's wrong, you’ve been getting real quiet these days. And what's wrong with you getting a ‘lil heavy, hm? You are carrying a whole human inside of you, Love.” 

“I-I of course I love it that I’m carrying this little bean inside of me but- Nevermind. You’ll think I’m stupid.” 

“We’re both stupid, two stupids cancel each other out. Now, tell me, what’s up?” 

“It’s just that,” your eyes fluttered down to your growing baby bump and your thighs. “I’ve gained a lot of weight and I-I- just think, maybe you won’t find me attractive- oh god! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” 

His eyes widened, like a kicked puppy. You thought he would find you unattractive?! His brows furrowed and his lips turned into a scowl. How could he be so unaware of your insecurities? 

“No-no Y/n, please, tell me, why? Why do you think I'll find you unattractive or- just what made you come to this conclusion in general?” 

Your eyes lowered even further in embarrassment, before your fingers fidgeted with themselves. “I- there was this article I saw Amy read and she showed it to me-”

“Y/n, fuck Amy and her business insider article, why would you believe in that type of shit?”

Her eyes wavered and her lips quivered before she released a sob. His eyes widened and he felt his heart crack. Did he really make you cry? 

This demeanor was so unlike you. You, the ever so confident persona with her bold smile and heart of gold. Taehyung had rarely ever seen you be so worried about your looks and let alone be so insecure with yourself. 

“Oh-oh babe, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. C'mon’ tell me, love. Shout, scream, whatever you want but just tell me, okay? Why do you feel like I’d find you any less beautiful when you are here doing the job of a god, creating a child, loving me!” 

Your sobs grew louder as you waddled your small figure closer to Taehyungs, supple breasts pressed against his own chest as you brought your arms around his waist. “I don’t know what happened to me, I’ve never felt like this. I don’t know why I ever thought like this, Tae.”

“Mhm, baby you are the most beautiful thing in the world, did you know that?” 

“Tell me more..” 

“You are such a goddess in my eyes you know? The most powerful goddess, striving in life, creating art. Birthing art, loving art,”

“And your ass may have gotten even better over the past few months-”

“Hey!”

“Kidding’ Kiddin- or am I?”

“Taeee” you whined, nose scrunching as you smiled over his face and giggled. 

Seeing your giggle, he smiled wider. He’d do anything to keep you smiling, just the way you are. Perfect. 

Your frail body rocked back and forth on your king-sized bed, tired eyes on the brink of sleep. Your little daughter was wrapped in a pink fluffy blanket that draped over your lower thigh as Taehyung kept stirring the baby formula in a bowl. 

The eight-month-old little angel in your arm was like a pocket sized firecracker, went off at the most inconvenient of times, and was loud. Oh was this little bean loud when she didn’t get it her way It all made her even more endearing. Taehyung thinks their daughter got her personality from you. Little but fierce. 

The colour underneath his feline-esque eyes were turning dark, these past few months were a literal experience. Raising a little baby girl was no joke, you both knew that. He still found it so endearing how you took care of their child even while being so tired from the pregnancy and worked to your fullest. He too was giving his best, taking a break from his singing career for a few months to help you out, which you gladly appreciated. 

Even with his eye sockets almost popping out he still glanced at you with an exhausted smile. His lips were barely curving upwards but he still managed and held your hand ever so slightly. “Y/n, remember when I said you were so powerful, so beautiful? I mean it all. Look at you…my perfect, powerful, brave, my wifey for lifey…” 

Before you could even respond, his head crashed on the pillow behind him, he was fast asleep already. With a small chuckle, you leaned over to give him a small peck. His snoring proved that he was way past beyond the human world and drifted into “TaeTae dream land” (as you called it.) You covered him with a nearby blanket before rocking your baby once again. 

@youmistme​ 

@softbobamilktae​

a/n: finally! this series drabble thing is over <3 I will add smaller drabbles in this little universe of dilf tae and milf yn! 

Sweeter than Sugar | Kim Taehyung MB

Genre: Boyfriend! Taehyung

                                       “Hold me tight, hug me                            Can you trust me, can you trust me                                           can you trust me                                            Pull me in tight” 

                                                 -Kim Taehyung, Hold me Tight

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Combined Beings (xv)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: feedback is appreciated!

before & after

“Boss, I wanted to tell you something.”

Namjoon looked up from the papers he was currently writing on, watching as Jae stepped forward, a stoic expression etched on his face.

“What is it?” He questioned, placing his pen on the desk and paying his full attention to his head guard. Jae passed him his phone where a picture of a necklace displayed on a mannequin. Namjoon looked at him with eyebrows raised, clearly confused as to what he was looking at.

“Y/n was looking at that for 5 minutes yesterday,” Jae answered. “My wife only stares at something for that long if she wants it and Y/n couldn’t look away. She kept looking at the card and back at the necklace as if she wanted to buy it but she bought your gifts.”

“That girl,” Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he already visualized your reaction. He hummed. “Send me the picture and the place. I’ll go get it myself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, Jae,” Namjoon called out for him as soon as the man turned around to leave. Said man turned and he saw his boss staring down at the documents again, “Y/n bought your kids something at the mall yesterday.”

Jae looked at the way Namjoon grabbed some gifts nicely wrapped, noticing your handwriting on a card.

“Really…?” Jae questioned and Namjoon nodded.

“She felt grateful for you being by her side protecting her, so she wanted to buy some gifts for your kids, and wife, and you,” he smiled, making Jae stoically stare at the new gifts Namjoon had passed him. “She wanted me to give it to you since she was going to be spending time with Jin in the garden and she was afraid she would forget.”

“I’ll tell her thank you when I can,” Jae curtly nodded, bowing before taking his leave, the gifts in his hands as he wondered what you bought them all. He even wondered how you even got to buy them without him noticing.

“Ah, so that’s your mom and sister?”

You nodded at Jin’s words as you two ate some snacks after gardening for an hour or two, hands well cleaned after your palms and nails were filled with dirt.

“Yep,” you simply said, a sigh escaping your lips. “It’s crazy to think that I saw them with Iseul’s mom. My mom was never one to make friends and my sister has never liked my mom.”

“Do you think they’re planning something?” Jin questioned, eating the apple slices Yoongi had cut for both of you.

You breathed in and shrugged. “I don’t know… but I’m just worrying about the wedding for now. Do you think it’ll be okay to go…?”

“It’s your decision, sweets,” Jin replied, finishing the last slice before leaning back against his palms, staring at you as best as he could under the sun. “Whatever you choose, you know we’ll be there for you.”

You smiled at him but, your eyebrows furrowed once you realized something.

“Isn’t Iseul’s stepdad someone you all work with?” Jin nodded. “Would he be there at wedding perhaps?”

“I don’t think so,” Jin said, shaking his head. “If it’s events with Iseul and her mother, he won’t join. He’s usually busy with his business and busy with meetings so he doesn’t go out with them. But, it also depends if he’s close to your sister and mother.” He eyed you one more time. “If you’re worried Iseul might’ve snitched on you, he won’t do you any harm. He doesn’t care about Iseul’s… issues because he knows he’s spoiled her way too much.”

“Iseul is genuinely such a beautiful girl,” you stated, a frown still etched on your face. “It just sucks her personalities isn’t…”

“As beautiful as her,” Jin finished for you, noticing that you didn’t want to sound rude. You nodded and he grabbed your hand. “Hey, listen, don’t let her get into your pretty head and make you worry. She and her mom probably have something planned but what they don’t know is that you’re with us. If they harm you, we will cut off any type of work with Iseul’s dad. We give him the money, but we don’t need him as much as he needs us. So whatever they have for you is going to bite them back in the ass.”

You listened intently to Jin’s rant, nodding. “Just… promise to protect me against them.”

He smiled at you, bringing you closer to his side while giving you a kiss on the head. “You know we will. If they try anything, though, and we miss you, you have the bracelet. We will get you more.”

You two stayed quiet, enjoying the serenity of nature that enveloped you both.

“You two are going to get your clothes dirty!” You two turned to look at the source of voice and came to find Yoongi standing by the doorway of the kitchen where a maid of theirs was doing dinner. “Come inside.”

You snorted and Jin stood up, helping you off the ground. You grabbed his hand and you two walked towards the man awaiting for you both with your hands stuck together.

“Thank you for the food, Yoongi,” you smiled at him since he had in fact prepared your food, the maid having just gotten there a couple of minutes ago. From what Jin had told you, she usually isn’t there, only when none of the boys feel like cooking themselves.

“Also, Jungkook is looking for you,” Yoongi told you as he smiled at your words. You nodded and let go of Jin’s hand, who unknowingly tried to reach for your hand again. “He’s in the living room.”

You hummed and turned to look at Jin. “Thank you for spending time with me.”

With one last kiss on the cheek, you headed off towards the youngest of the group, while the oldest stayed behind to process your actions. Yoongi chuckled.

“She’s getting to you,” he teased Jin. Jin simply gave him a look before shaking his head, a ghost of a smile developing on his lips.

You immediately headed towards the living room, finding Jungkook there with some documents in his hands. He looked up once he saw and smiled, putting his work on the table.

“Come here, baby,” he patted his lip and you hesitantly did so, wondering why he called for you as he placed his hand on your thigh. “So, I got a few gifts for you.”

“I-” You simply let out before softly swatting his leg. “You need to stop spoiling me.”

“Take it as a gift for buying me something,” he innocently smiled at you and you squinted your eyes, not believing his words. “But, I’ll admit, with how crazy Iseul and her mother are, I wanted to give you this jewelry as a way for you to be able to press on a piece and it’ll give us a signal of some sort.”

He leaned forward a bit, placing a dainty necklace with a pendant and he gave you some earrings.

“They’re so pretty,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the new jewelry.

“Mmm, you make it look so much more pretty,” Jungkook commented, giving you a grin that had you snickering. “I mean it, too.”

“I know,” you smiled at him before hugging him. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Now, you don’t have to wear them all the time, just when we go out or when you go out,” Jungkook continued, watching you grab his arm, the inked one, and trace the tattoos from his forearm to his hand. You did get easily distracted. He smiled. As silence surrounded you both with you tracing his tattoos, he sighed a little. “I’m going to get your name tattooed one day.”

Your head immediately snapped to look at him. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” He chuckled as he saw your frown. The pads of his thumbs reached up to your forehead, swiping it so he could help get rid of it. “I’m being serious, baby. Wouldn’t it look pretty?”

“Hmm,” you hummed at his words. “We’ll talk about this more later.”

“I’ll come up with a good argument by then,” he continued to smile before he grabbed your face, making you lean down. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to kiss you by the way.”

The way he immediately kissed you had your breath hitch in your throat, your lips molding with his as perfectly as it had with Jimin. He kissed you so passionate, his hand placing itself on your back to prevent you from leaning way back until you fell off. You could feel the coldness of his lip ring, but you could only focus on the way his tongue swiped at your bottom lip.

He pulled away with a grin as he tried catching his breath, just like you needed to, too. He was enjoying this too much, finally having you as theirs. He could only wish the weekend was way more than just Saturday and Sunday because then, he could enjoy you a bit more, show you how loved you are in their relationship and are going to be.

“Are you two done making out?”

You jumped at the new voice, turning to find Taehyung standing there with a smirk tilted on his lips.

“Yeah, we actually are,” Jungkook replied, his fingers digging on your sides to hold you still since you almost fell. “Do you need to take her away from me?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head, sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch. He looked at you. “I do want cuddles, though. Business makes me tired so I want to take a nap.”

You chuckled and got off of Jungkook’s lap, heading towards Taehyung, who quickly took you guys down, laying down on your sides while your legs were on Jungkook. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued working, looking over the documents again while his other hand was placed on yours and Taehyung’s calves.

You stared at Taehyung as he did, too. “I like how Im just being passed around.”

“As you should,” he grunted, bringing you even closer to him so he could nuzzle your neck. “We all want to be with you and just hold you. I missed holding you.”

You gasped as his hand traveled from your waist to your ass, making you slap his arm as gently as you had swatted Jungkook’s leg. The action made him and Jungkook laugh simultaneously.

“Calm down and go to sleep,” you shook your head as small laughter escaped your lips, too. You snuggled closer to Taehyung as you now felt sleepy. “I’m feeling pretty tired now that you’re getting warmer.”

“Yeah, you stayed up late with Jimin and Hobi,” Taehyung pointed out. “When I went to go find you three, I just see marshmallows in your hands.”

“They were so fluffy. But, I can’t stare at them right now. I got a stomachache when I woke up.”

“I know, Jimin told me you ate almost half of the bag because you were craving sweet things at night,” Taehyung said before sighing. “Baby, next time you already feel a stomachache, do not continue eating marshmallows.”

“But they were so good,” you defended yourself.

“I know they were but your stomach was hurting.”

You stayed quiet and Taehyung noticed your eyes closing and your breath becoming steady. He stayed quiet and Jungkook stayed, too, and they both listened to you fall asleep almost immediately.

“So, we need to talk to Mr. Kim about Iseul and his wife,” Jungkook spoke up and Taehyung deeply inhaled. “We don’t know what those two have planned. Especially at the wedding. We need to be careful.”

“Iseul is so fucking crazy,” Taehyung nodded in agreement. “And her mom just goes along with her stupid shit for no reason. She’s also as crazy as Iseul.”

“No what I’m wondering is how her mom and sister fit into this,” Jungkook said, passing him the papers. Taehyung stood up a bit, being careful not to wake you. “Her mom isn’t in the same status as Iseul and her mother, doesn’t work for her or with her, doesn’t have any type of relation with Mrs. Kim at all. I even found out where Mrs. Kim or Iseul have been going to and Y/n’s mother hasn’t been in any of those.”

“Then we need to find out how her mom and sister fit into this,” Taehyung breathed out. “I always thought she would somehow get mixed in with our business, be in danger because of other gangs, but she’s only been dealing with jealous women.”

“And that stupid worker,” Jungkook pointed out, grabbing another file. “I searched him up. His record is clean. Everything. I did see the camera in the lobby, he grabbed her when she was leaving and wouldn’t let go if Jae hadn’t been there. He might be connected to Iseul and her mother.”

“In the meantime,” Taehyung started, grabbing his phone from his pocket while you, thankfully, still remained still, “the shipment is coming next week. Mr. Kim already sent us the address and time and from who it’s coming from. Hobi tracked it, already sent some of our men to keep a closer eye on it.”

“Around how much would we gain from it?”

“Another 750 million,” Taehyung answered the youngest. “There’s some people with Yoongi, though, because someone spread news about our sweet girl to other groups.”

“Which means we have go up our security on her.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to feel suffocated by it all,” Jungkook nodded in agreement as he crossed a leg over the other. “We only got her yesterday and suddenly they’re threatening to take her away from us. What bullshit is that?”

“I’m more worried about her not being able to handle the threats,” Jungkook sighed and Taehyung hummed, his eyes setting down on your face where hair strands covered your face. “I still want her to work, have her freedom. With this new shipment, especially with that amount of money, we’ll either get more respect or more enemies.”

“I think right now, we’re going to get more threats,” the two turned to look at the new source of voice and came to find Hobi heading towards them. “There was some activity by the new shipment. Two of our men dead, two others, not ours, dead. Mr. Kim’s men.”

“Mr. Kim is trying to sabotage his business with us?” Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s meeting up with Namjoon,” Hobi answered before glancing at your sleeping form. “She was just awake not so long ago. How did you get her to sleep?”

“My warmth,” Taehyung smiled cheekily, hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin. “I’m surprised you’re not sleepy either.”

“Oh, I am,” Hobi nodded his head rapidly. “But I’m hiding it behind the caffeine Yoongi made me drink.”

“Ew.”

“Now, put her with Jimin,” Hobi instructed. “He’s taking a nap in his room. We have a meeting after Mr. Kim with Namjoon and more men and women to take care of our angel here. We also have to come up with something just in case Iseul and her mom have something planned.”

Taehyung nodded and grabbed your form, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you towards Jimin’s room.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the shipment issues have something to do with those two.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised either. If anything, those two need to be immediately looked into. We can’t bear having Y/n get into their hands. There’s something that’s in it for her mom and sister because Mrs. Kim wouldn’t hang out with someone who’s not in her status.”

Jungkook shook his head up and down. “That’s what we were talking about. There’s something in it for them. The wedding was just used an excuse to have Y/n there. We need to look into the sister and the groom.”

“There’s nothing based on the groom,” Hobi shrugged. “I’ve searched up everything but nothing is coming into the picture. We have to wait until the wedding.”

They remained silent, taking your sleeping form towards Jimin who was silently sleeping on his bed, covers hiding his body from stray eyes.

“Place her carefully.”

When there was a shift on the bed, Jimin opened his eyes and came to find the boys carrying your body next to his own. He lifted his blanket in a tired manner, eyes starting to close by the lack of sleep.

“I need cuddles,” he mumbled and cuddled did he get because as soon as his body met yours, you two snuggled even more closer.

The three awake glanced at you two one more time before walking away with a smile.

“Check on them. Make sure no one gets in. We’ll go in. Right now, we’re going to have people over, I do not want them in there or coming close to this room. If they wake up, lead them away from the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

No Words - Interlude

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: None.

A/N - Felt the need to roll back before moving forward. So, you’ll get two releases this weekend! This is the first two of 5, Thank you for reading this mess of a story!

Words:  3712

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2 Years Ago.

Lucky.

You couldn’t have asked for a situation to be luckier.  Her heartbeat could have doubled as a production drum track. One of her classmates, another girl from the inner city, looked bored as they sat in the auditorium. They both wanted to make music, good music - exciting music. They wanted to be at the forefront of technology and techniques for producing. They wanted the keys to the kingdom of hit songs.

The college decided that they could only get that experience - by working with the best of the best. They had invited a range of performers to come and discuss their methodology. Each had a formula that worked for them. Each performer had a story to connect to their songs. It wasn’t about the number one hit, it was about making honest music. About being true to themselves in the best way they can. Especially in an industry, and a country, that didn’t always accept differences.

She had been listening to various music styles, genres, and languages from a young age. It started in Jr. High, taking Spanish in 7th grade. She followed that throughout her High School time. She’s not embarrassed to say that Ricky Martin was apart of her foray into the Latin sounds. She listened to older songs, love songs, the music, and the story enthralled her.

Japanese animation spurred her love for J-Rock and J-Pop. X-Japan dragged her into the world, Dir en Grey kept her attention. She was in love with Visual Kei. Old rock, alternative rock, a smidge of country, and anything with a beat that caused her to lean her head toward it. She was an audiophile, plain, and simple.

Lead by a thin thread of melody until she had to devour the whole discography of an artist. She wanted to know all the ins and outs of the industry. Granted, there were other worthwhile fields to explore, so she was told. There was almost an expectation of finding easy money in business or even medical fields. She wrote poetry and song lyrics as long as she could remember. Music had been apart of the highs and lows of her life. She could associate a song for every pivotal moment of her life. The playlist spanned generations and the globe. It started when someone introduced her to Super Junior. Then it spiraled into 2NE1, Shinhwa, and the list went on and on.

She was so thankful her family didn’t try to limit her. Her parents expected her to be open-minded to the world around her. It was something instilled in her upbringing. That open-minded was the bane of her existence during her high school years, unfortunately. In a place where anything different made you strange or weird. She didn’t care for the urban selections that most of her friends were into.

There were times when her father put on his old school albums that she felt a connection. She wanted the story of music. She wanted the lyrics to strike her heart. That’s what she wanted in her music. She tried to write music, make music like that. All the artists she admired took chances, grew, and came back with something new.

And now?

She was sitting in an auditorium waiting for the most significant thing in music to come speak to their group.

She had a plethora of questions, worries, and fears. Everyone on the planet had heard about BTS at this point. There were a few of them who had managed to jump on the train early. Especially finding that they were working with legends in the rap community. Some watched expecting a spectacle - and to a degree? It was a spectacle.

Some wanted to see the thinking process of pinnacles of music that filled many a block party or high school dance. Let’s not forget backyard BBQs and family gatherings. Songs that whether you cared for the genre or not? Still managed to cause your body to move.

An elbow dug into her side as her friend stared wide-eyed at the line of men entering the auditorium. They were all seated semi-circle on the stage. BTS stood in front as the students clapped.

The boys had soft, quiet, smiles waving as RM straightened with a smooth phrase. It was almost military in precision as they saluted, bowed, and introduced themselves. They each took a moment to say hello in English at that. She tilted her head as they spoke.

It’s always a treat to hear a singer’s speaking voice. Some sharply contrasted their sounds. Others were no different from one to the other. She enjoyed the vocal textures, rich, or light tones as they spoke. Her friend saw her grinning like an idiot as her eyes rolled.

“Girl, get yourself together!” Tasha finally whispered to her. There was a thick swallow as she realized what she’d been doing. The boys were provided seats and microphones. They were treated to an acoustic version of one of their songs. To see the look of shock on the other student’s faces was an absolute treat.

She could only smile as time seemed to zip by. Filled with questions and curiosities. She asked all the questions she could. Always sure to ask for clarification, examples, and advice. RM was ready with a smooth, dimpled smile as he translated.

They all had solos under their belts at this time. So it was interesting to hear their thought processes. They all had one thing in common, though. The need to tell a story and convey emotion. To make sure that those who heard their music heard a message. It had been the most successful tactic thus far.

“So that ends our time. Everyone lets give BTS a round of applause!” The professor stood, the students followed. The boys bowed again and joined in the applause. They all gathered to shake hands, thanking them for taking time out of their grueling schedule.

RM raises his hands, spreading them wide. “Thank you for your time! We’ll see you tonight!” Everyone stared blankly at him, then their professor, who smiled widely. “Oh, I forgot to mention. We have permission to go backstage and watch operations for a tour.” To say that the sound that rose from the sudden silence was almost choral? It echoed off the walls as hands shook vigorously, shoulders were clapped - and the excitement caused tears.

“Alright, let’s get a picture!” The professor tried to get them all to find a spot. She managed to shake hands with most of the boys. Before she got a chance to shake Taehyung’s hand, they were being herded for a photo. She wound up, almost stepping on his foot as she tried to find a comfortable position. She wanted to shrink into nothingness. There was a bit of jostling before they used the bleachers to get them higher. She remembered one of the first words of Korean she’d learned. An apologetic smile as she mumbled an apology. Tae gave that infamous boxy smile with a wave of his hand. Tasha pulled her close as they sat on the bleachers smiling as the picture was taken. “Alright, you guys, meet back here in an hour - we’ll get shuttled to the stadium. Make sure you have your IDs..” The professor went on about etiquette, decorum, and rules. Nobody was listening - there was too much of a buzz about the show. They dispersed, waving the band members off. She bit into the bottom of her lip as they disappeared.

“Oh. My. God!” Tasha grabbed her and spun around. They laughed as she eyed her friend.

“Wait a minute, you were unimpressed just about an hour ago.” Tasha’s brow shot up with a devious grin.

“Girl, we get to go behind the scenes of the hottest tour yet! I may not understand anything - but I’m happy for the opportunity.” Tasha laughed as she tapped the base of a high ponytail. She pursed her lips, swinging its length. “Honey, that RM, though?” Ah, how many times had she heard that?

“Come on, I have to make sure you don’t embarrass me,” Tasha smirked, yanking her by the arm.

“W-what? That’s mean, Tasha!” She frowned slightly as the other woman rolled her eyes.

“It’s the truth.” She quipped as they hurried across the campus to her dorm.

“We’re going backstage, there’s nothing to dress for.” She kept the frown on her face Tasha bouldered into her apartment and pulled her in.

“Hush! Shower, now!” Tasha was taking no excuses as she pointed to the bathroom.

She grunted, rolling her eyes trudging to the bathroom.

Tasha respected her need to stay ‘practical’ about everything. She preferred oversized shirts, nearly formless skirts, and pants. Her friend wasn’t about that tonight. Tasha stuck her in a pair of jeans, a button-down shirt slightly tucked. She wore a pair of ankle boots accented with a silver chain. And by the time Tasha finished with her makeup? She hardly recognized herself.

“T-Tasha, I think you went a little overboard?” Her friend had just finished her own face. The subtle smokey eye with lower-liner really made her eyes pop! Tasha smirked as she grabbed their bags and pushed her out of the door.

“You’re not used to wearing makeup. Of course, you’d think it was too much.” The other woman rolled her eyes as they sprinted back to the meetup spot with minutes to spare. They all clambered on the shuttle.

All of a sudden, they were there. This was real.

They were walked through the various crew hiding spots. The makeshift dressing spaces underneath the stage. Everything was centrally located for the ease of the members.  The head PD was showing the group the setups, the chasers, and they finally arrived in ‘Monitor World.’ The place that was basically production HQ.

Some took notes, some lingered in the back looking around. Not her, no. She wanted to know what buttons did what. She wanted to know how they were sure that the upper-level fans could hear appropriately.

There were a few people with her curious about various other things. They could hear the crowd until they queued the chase pattern for the opening song. The boys rose from a floor lift. The group went wild as they started in on Blood, Sweat & Tears.

Walkie talkies were going off left and right. Every time something could possibly go wrong? It was pointed out, corrected, and communicated. It was a tight run ship. They moved along to the area under the stage, just as the boys were lowered for a set and costume change.

They were breathing heavy, sweating, and peeling their costumes off. There were people on the sides taking them, ushering them into the makeshift spaces. The students stayed back out of the way. The transition was so fast the students couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. They made it back to the control hub.

As if to make sure they were paying attention? The Head PD asked them to point out what they remembered. Tasha nudged her with a thumbs up. You got this, she mouthed. Everyone shifted on their feet as they fought to not being first.

She straightened her posture as she stepped forward. “I’d like to give it a try.” The Head PD double-blinked as stood next to him. Ah, it was probably her height. She offered a gentle smile and nod, “If that’s ok?”

“Please do. The routine is the same as before.” He smiled with his walkie talkie in hand. She took a deep breath, stepping closer to the operators at the panel. A headset sat on her head as the plethora of voices filled her ear.

The Head PD let them know that a student was making the calls, but he was overseeing. Two more students joined the panel board, the techs looking over their shoulders and pointing out controls.

She counted them down for each new element.

The lights went dark as the chase pattern activated. They could do this - she could do this.

45 very long minutes later?

“Holy fuck, you did it?!” Tasha grabbed her in a frantic hug. “Y-you really fucking did it! I was scared shitless, man!” Her mind was still hazy over what just occurred. Tasha looped their arms together as the concert sailed to a close. They stood in the back eyes trained to the fireworks display above them.

“I thought I was going to vomit.” She admitted quietly. Tasha moved rainbow-colored braids from her face.

“You should be proud of yourself.” They shared a smile as the professor rounded them up again. They followed the road crew as the stage was broken down. The last fans had long gone, and they were all alone again. The trucks, vans, and equipment checked and secured. She had followed the equipment with a few other students. They watched the breakdown and helped to carry pieces to be stored. There were, of course, a few quips of concern as she hauled a miniature subwoofer to the van.

She politely reinforced her ability to contribute and promptly turned with the item in hand. She rolled up her sleeves, forearms contracting as she moved along the corridor. Ah, why did she let Tasha try to doll her up? The familiar burn in her muscles ebbed away as she handed the equipment to the technical director. She was at home when she could tomboy her way through situations.

She offered a bow turning to make her way back to the main group. A moment too long of watching everything around her left her in an area she didn’t recognize. A frown as she spun in a circle taking the next left turn under the created passageways - and she slammed into something.

“Ah!” A voice, male exclaimed as she staggered backward.

She stumbled, and that someone, thankfully, pulled her arm hard to keep her from landing on her rump. She sucked in a breath as her gaze lifted. “Shit! I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was-” A grunt rumbled through the air as her eyes went wide. “Oh.”

Kim Taehyung was plucking the final buttons from his shirt. His gaze lowered to the floor as he fought off exhaustion. They had to get changed to meet up on the stage again. It took him a little longer to get the cramps out of his legs. He barely made out a shadow before his body collided with it.

He saw her bounce from foot to foot before he pulled her arm. He heard the remorse in her voice as she rambled. His brow furrowed as she spoke too quick for him to pick out words. He still had his fingers wrapped around her forearm as she looked up at him.

She smelled … magnificent. His lashes lowered, nostrils flaring, on an inhale. She watched the perfect heart shape of his mouth part softly. She lowered her gaze to the expanse of flesh in her face. He was one button away from a cheesy romance novel cover.

They stood in silence, trading body heat before she glanced at the long fingers burning into her skin. Their gazes locked again, “You should be more careful.” He rumbled softly. Her lip caught between her teeth as she nodded rapidly.

“R-right. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She coughed softly, stepping away from him. His fingers still lingered until they loosened. Her eyes were wide as she turned on her heel, trying to get back out to the main walkway without that hint of desperation in her steps.

Tasha came rounding the corner at that very moment. “Hey! They’re waiting on us on stage for a final picture. Come on! I’m not missing this because of you.” Her friend yanked her along with a stupid grin on her face.

“Tae, Hyung, come on!” Jeongguk showed up as Tae went in the opposite direction. The maknae let him in their makeshift space. He helped Tae peel out of a sweaty costume. “I can’t wait to get some food and a beer.” Tae shrugged on a turtle neck, an oversized sweatshirt, and black slacks.

“That makes two of us.” The visual croaked tiredly. “Come on, then.” Jeongguk gave that bunny-like smile as he dragged Tae toward the stage. Tae sulked, “What are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s brow shot up as they walked into the wings. “We have to take a picture with the class from earlier!” Tae rolled his eyes as he was dragged out. They made it in time for Namjoon to address everyone.

“It’s been an absolute pleasure to meet you all. Good luck in the future. Please wish us well - and maybe? We’ll see you backstage with us someday!” There was a round of applause as everybody tried to find a spot to fit in the picture. Tasha winked as she made her way over to squeeze near Namjoon.

The betrayal of it all! She laughed as Tasha found a sweet spot to brag about later. She, on the other hand, wanted to just kneel down the front. The professor frowned with a wave of her hand, “Come on, you know you’re too tall up here! Stand back there.” There was a grimace on her face as she moved to the back. They were staged in layers again.

“Everybody in!” She felt jostled as arms pulled against her shoulders. Before she had a moment to register anything? Jeongguk squeezed on one side of her, his arm around Taehyung, who squeezed on the other.

Students, Staff, and Band were connected in the joy of a show well done. The camera flashed, and she smiled on autopilot. A few flashes, more applause, and she was quick to escape the trap she found herself in.

Jeongguk had caught a whiff of something pleasant, tilting his head curiously at the tall female. Both he and Tae seemed to find each other’s gaze as they flitted looks at the woman between them.

She turned to shake their hands with a quiet thank you. Both of them seemed to take TOO LONG to let her hand go. She beat feet in Tasha’s direction as soon as she could. Tasha had this dreamy look on her face after speaking to Namjoon for a few minutes.

“Is this what heaven is like?” Tasha’s eyes were glassy and hooded. You’d think the girl finished smoking an exquisite bouquet of the studded sticks.

“It could be, Tash. It could be.” She smiled, turning to look at the empty stadium. The students have all huddled together once again. The professor was talking with the TDs and PDs, even Namjoon was there. There was a look of stern concentration on various faces. A cellphone in the middle of the group seemed to be the main focus.

The chill in the air didn’t phase them as they spoke of their experience. They lamented their mistakes. They reveled in techniques to apply later. They were buzzing with excitement and a renewed appreciation for following their current educational path.

“Ok, everyone, listen up!” Their professor walked back over with a massive smile on her face. Tasha was rambling with her arms wrapped around her frame. She could see the heat of breath wavering in the air. The professor’s excitement was palpable with a gesture back to the team behind her. Suddenly, she could feel her heart thundering against her rib cage. Maybe the others could hear it too? They all got quiet.

They were all staring at each other, then at her. Her mouth was half-open as white noise filled her head. Her brow furrowed deeply as others around her wore looks of shock and disbelief. Then there was more applause.

Tasha grabbed her, jumping up and down, her voice pitched to shrieking. She felt her body shake as she turned the dazed look to her friend.

W-wait, what?

Tasha cupped her face and looked ready to cry. She blinked down into her friend’s face, prepared to be violently sick.

She turned back to the professor, catching the end of her statement as her hearing filtered back in.

“…you passed…” Her eyes went wide. “…intense work-study opportunity…” She was surely going to be sick. “…traveling with the tour…” More applause. “You’ll still need to complete courses, you’ll be provided with online links.” She staggered into Tasha, who laughed even louder.

“We wanted to see how this first run would work, and you surpassed all expectations. Congratulations, you’ll set the tone for the future students of the program.”

You blinked back tears as you engulfed Tasha in a hug. Not only were you all going to be able to get the first-hand experience? You’ll get it with BTS. It all made sense as to why they required a passport as an admission qualification. The professor stepped away to join the technical team while you all rejoiced. Namjoon and the rest of BTS gathered to shake your hands, and offer their congratulations.

Comments expecting good things ahead were traded. She was happy. This was unbelievable - a stroke of luck.

Tasha managed to steal a hug from Namjoon, crying almost harder when she turned around. A firm hand landed on her own, leaving her with a beaming Jeongguk. A half bow, a smile, a nod of thanks as he lingered. Taehyung all but moved the maknae aside to get her hand in his again.

He had that arrogant tilt to his head. The tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he lifted her hand. The light caught the dark chocolate of his gaze as he let his breath ghost across her knuckles.

He eased up, flashing a boxy smile before grabbing Tasha, doing the same. She shook off the strangeness of it all, turning to her friend with open arms.

“We did it!”

Their arms looped as they finally made their way off stage. The shuttle was waiting to get them to a small celebration. She still couldn’t help looking over her shoulder. For just a moment, she felt something staring a hole into her shoulder from the shadows.

Her brow furrowed as Tasha pulled her attention forward.

…just missing the two silhouettes lingering in the wings.

No Words - Interlude ii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Mention of racism/ racist situation. 

A/N - It’s building up, please bear with this bit of backstory. I’m giving you a chance to refill your Namjesus juice. Cause the rest of the interlude is sex, pining, and just ...why are some folk so scared when it comes to love? An age-old question with no answer -.-

Words:  2073

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1 year ago.

“I don’t know if I can keep this up.” Tasha moaned as they filed into the dorm. A scattered sound of backpacks, shoes, and coats filled a thick silence. They were one year into a grueling schedule of hands-on work along with a heavy course load. Tasha’s pillow-muffled grunts were an everyday occurrence. The same thing - every day. They went out for language study, then to shadow the technical crew, and then hours at cafes guzzling coffee.

She could tell there were bags under her eyes. Tasha flopped like a fish on the couch. Her brows rose as the other woman moaned her displeasure. “I can’t take it?! I want to go out! We should go out, damnit!”

Tasha already saw the reluctance forming on her face. “No, no! Listen here!” She bumbled off the couch at her recoil. “No, come on! Please, I’m dying! We haven’t done anything besides work. We have to take a breather.” Tasha grabbed her hands as she grimaced.

“Aish,” Tasha smirked. She dropped her head. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Tasha shook her head vigorously with a pout. “Tsk, fine.” The other woman shot up with a twirl.

“You loovvvee me.” A sing-song tease as Tasha twirled down the hall toward her room. “And now I’m not going to be a liar, either.”

“Wait, what?” She turned toward the hallway.

“Well, the gang is getting together for post-production celebration.” She narrowed her eyes as Tasha continued. “..you never seem to be interested. So I told them I’d get you to come out tonight.”

“Seriously?” The edge of irritation was impossible to hide.

“Woman, I get you want to be the best - but you need to take a moment to enjoy yourself. We’re building a blueprint here! It does no good to you, or anybody, if you burn the fuck out.” Tasha came half-stomping back to the front room. Her hands were tucked into her hips with a stern set to her face. “I mean it. We have this opportunity to get immersed in everything. If you drag me to another museum I’m going to riot.”

Maybe Tasha had a point. She had been mainly interested in the informational portion of their trip. Museums, lectures, visiting heritage sites - taking photos of seemingly mundane things. She wanted a simple experience, there was nothing wrong with that. But, even back in the states? She wasn’t much for nightlife. Even after BTS music show wrap gatherings? She could be found off to the side buried in a book. Sometimes pouring over note cards and notebooks. It was fascinating the cinematographic techniques were completely different from the states. It was more aesthetically pleasing, the quality of the music shows could bring some fresh air to videos in the states.

She came off as a bit of a lone wolf, and that wasn’t exactly her intention. Tasha would disturb her studies to drag her to tables full of meat, smoke, and laughter. She was happy to listen to horror stories and near misses. It was almost becoming tolerable to be near the boys on an almost constant basis.

Almost.

Tasha was eating it up, especially when they had the place to themselves. There would be peals of laughter as folk tumbled from chairs. Ah, the soju flow was heavy. She didn’t mind pouring for them or manning the grill when people got too far gone. There were always moments in karaoke, jokes, and games.

She decided to indulge a bit still trying to figure out the right soju combination. The regular soju was smooth, different brands tended to be harsher than others. It wasn’t until out with the full crew that Taehyung offered a fruity brand. She went through the whole range before landing on Peach. She always cut her alcohol with something and it just so happened that cider matched perfectly.

For her, anyway. It was a ‘carbonation thing’ - that was always her response. They were having a great time, honestly. You could even say she let her hair down a bit. And she kept it up, for a good moment, she blossomed socially. Tasha was an absolute extrovert to start - she had no problem suggesting risky and risque games to liven up the place.

There was a time when those games wound up a little too dangerous for her liking. Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare. Harmless, right? This combination with overworked, tipsy co-workers? Not so much. Liquor makes you honest, the saying goes.

There was a time when those games wound up a little too dangerous for her liking. Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare. Harmless, right? This combination with overworked, tipsy co-workers? Not so much. Liquor makes you honest, the saying goes.

Some people got extremely honest that night.

Now, it was no secret that they were apart of the handful of females that made the cut for the program. But they were the only African-American females. It was interesting the stares they received when they were seen backstage manning the boards, or even carrying equipment. It was something they were used to, and it didn’t bother them.

They considered themselves open to any and all questioning, again - in a new place? You learn things about yourself. And it’s only fair that you let others learn you as well. Right?

So, when a particularly soju soaked night of bullshitting turned into something a bit more raw and personal?

“Oh, come on! Is it really that big a deal?” One of her classmates quipped. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the table. “I mean, it’s like kindergarten antics, you know?” Dean was your playbook styled …individual. She wouldn’t bother to call him a man because he didn’t act like one.

The Truth or Dare was stuttered when he asked a question that only the two women of color could answer. Tasha was actually settled on the lap of a TD she’d gotten close with, Minjae. They all received training on sensitive things while touring in the states. Current issues that plagued the US so they could stay aware of possible questions or situations the boys could find themselves in.

Tasha tried to lighten the mood waving her hand, “Look, it’s just safe to ask, Dean. I don’t think you’d want some strange person coming to feel you up without your permission.” This softly as Minjae gently shook his head at her, as if to signal her to switch topics.

Dean sighed, turning to a couple of the other classmates, trying to find some validation. They sort of shrugged, but read the room and didn’t bother to indulge him. It wasn’t until he turned to her with that lopsided grin. “I mean, look at you! I always thought you had contacts in. Imagine when we found that was your real eye color!” He barked a laugh, a few of the ‘we’ laughed with him.

“I mean, you’re beautiful for a bl-” There was a female next to him named Allison. She watched with her mouth agape as he continued. Before he finished that statement? She elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t you fucking dare finish that statement, Dean!” He buckled with a sharp inhale. He looked confused as he measured the looks of disapproval.

Embarrassment.

Before she dared to open her mouth and let every obscenity fly, they all turned to their supervisors. The head PD crossed his arms across his chest, matching the red-faced anger of his colleagues. “This was a mistake.” She stood up hastily grabbing her bag and her notebook. Tasha tried to untangle herself from the bench seating but wasn’t fast enough. She escaped into the night gulping down the winter air. Ah, it was so mild. She was used to the painful cold Midwest winters, and she missed it.

Damn, she really missed it. She’d been doing so well! She managed to stave off the homesickness, determined to find a niche. But now? Now she craved a familiarity, a comfort that she hadn’t found? She wasn’t really looking for it, honestly. She’d heard the rumors, done the research, and seen all the YouTube videos. There was a deep groan bubbling in her chest; the heel of her palm digging into her eye sockets.

Deep breaths slowed her rapid heart, snow fell soft and slow on her face. She could almost picture something like home. But a voice interrupted her meditation.

“A-are you ok, Noona?” A deep voice quietly rumbled behind her.

Her brow furrowed as she turned around. “V-ssi, why are you here?” She managed to not cry, thankfully. Her hands tucked under her arms as the cold registered. “Don’t get sick on my behalf,” She managed a slight smile. His breath hitched a fraction before he lowered his gaze. “Ah, don’t worry about me.” That boxy smile plastered on his face as he looked at her again.

“You could come back in, you know?” He bit into his bottom lip. A subtle brow ticking upward as he extended his hand. She got ready to open her mouth. He could see the reasons forming behind her gaze. “Don’t worry about him, noona.”

“I think I should just go. I don’t want people worrying about me.” She stared at his hand before her eyes slid to the side. “You should ju-” He interrupted her again.

“You read a lot, don’t you, Noona?” She furrowed her brow at his question.

“Y-yea, but what does th-,” He didn’t give her time to ponder the reasoning as he answered her.

“I read too. There is a philosopher, Marcus Aurelius he was a Roman Emperor.” He seemed to ramble, his hand still extended, licking his lips. “He said, The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.” She sighed tilting her head back. “He’s a coward. I don’t think you’re a coward.” She turned to the extended hand suddenly covered in snow.

“Tsk,” She moved the snow from his hand as she took it. “..fine.” That boxy smile lit up the night as he turned to tug her back inside. Jeongguk came barreling outside his expression lightened as he saw Taehyung dragging her back with him. “A-ah! Yes, we’re getting ready to play more games.”

She groaned as the maknae continued, “That asshole was sent home.” He turned Tae with a nod, as she titled her head.

“Oh, they sent him back to the dorm.”

“No, they sent him home.” Jeongguk continued as Tae slowed up. “As in he’s done here.” The veins in Jeongguk’s forearms seemed to pulsate as he crossed them.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped. “I didn’t want him to lose the opportunity.” She sounded remorseful, Tae and Gguk, on the other hand, were mystified by her response.

“You’re kidding right, noona?” Jeongguk tilted his head to Tae confused. Taehyung only sighed, “No, she’s not kidding, Gguk-ah.” They both made their irritation known.

“Look, people are - how they are? Ok. It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. It’s just..”

“Wrong,” Taehyung spoke between clenched teeth. There was something slightly imposing when they stood together. “It’s wrong, and there’s no place for it around us. You know we have an international fan base. Our music crosses so many boundaries!” Taehyung threw up a hand as Jeongguk seemed to tap in and finish the statement.

“…races, religions, sex, all of it. We don’t care about that. We want people to feel like we aren’t just musicians. We are a family; a community even.” Jeongguk’s tone was firm and full of conviction. “If we can have people around the globe connect with us through our music? Why would we not connect to their issues if we could?”

She looked between the two of them, dumbfounded. Had she ever wondered? Pondered their stance on the world around them? She blinked rapidly unable to find anything wrong with their words.

She wasn’t a coward. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Taehyung and Jeongguk extended a hand to her. The boxy-bunny smile combination was dangerous, damnit.

“Oh my god, fine. Fine. You’re right. Let’s go.” She took both of their hands and they pulled her back into the restaurant. It seemed brighter somehow. New food was cooking. the staff was all seated around massive grilling tables.

The drinks and laughter flowed, they sat with their supervisors who quickly got tipsy so they could let loose.

No Words - Interlude iii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Poly!Idol!AU, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: continued mention of the racist situation from the previous interlude. Sexual tension.

A/N - And it all goes to hell with a kiss. 

Words:  2288

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Random spin the bottle, truth or dare, and pepper eating moments ran late into the night. Poor Minjae lost Tasha to Namjoon; she was too happy to pick the leader’s brain.

She was happy to put the incident behind her, relishing in a well earned moment with this makeshift family. The older member slowly, but surely, began to make their escapes. Suga bowed out with Namjoon, much to Tasha’s dismay. Although, she did manage to score a kiss right on a dimple before he left. Minjae collected the gooey remnants as Jin stood to leave, Hoseok following behind. The maknae line was full of energy and vigor until Jimin decided he needed some hot water for his aching joints.

He put his hands on her shoulders, wrapping her in a warm embrace. His head rested on the side of hers as he whispered to her. Her hand sat atop his as she nodded softly. Tae managed to keep his jovial demeanor as he saw this out the corner of his eye. She turned a wobbly smile to Jimin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He clapped the younger members on the shoulders, “Don’t be too long, yeah?”

“Yesss.” The two replied in unison toward the dancer, and he was off. It was getting extremely late. But it had been too long since they’d all been so exuberant like this. Luckily, everyone planned to sleep in for the next day or so.

Everyone began to gather their things, as the shop owner started to shoo them away. Minjae and Tasha were leaning on each other, giggling like teenagers. “Uh, I’ll uh, catch you later!” Tasha waggled her brows before giving her a tight hug. She watched the two of them, fingers interlaced, leave out into the winter night.

“You should ride with us.” Came the sudden vibrato of Tae’s voice.

“Ah, no. It’s fine. I can ride wi-”

“Us.” Jeongguk interrupted again. Her mouth fell open as she tried to figure out something to say. They didn’t look like they were in the mood to go back and forth. She held up her hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. I suppose I’ll be riding with you then.” One of the TDs laughed as she acquiesced to the troublemakers.

“You’ll learn not to argue with them.” He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Another PD smirked, “Or run before they get a chance to corner you.” They laughed as they began to file out.

“Hey, this is helpful knowledge to have before this happens!” She half yelled, waving her hand between the two. Everyone laughed because they knew better already. “Aish, these smartasses.” Tae and Gguk smirked at each other, and she just caught it. She raised both hands, and with a flick of the wrist, they both got a slap to the sternum.

“A-ah!?” Tae blinked as he looked ready to curl and hit the floor.

“Ow, ow! So mean!” Gguk turned to rub at his pectoral.

She looked between the two of them with a smirk. “Serves you right, jackass. Be quick if you’re going to be sneaky.” She stuck her tongue out, and with a fluff of her curls, she got the headstart to the van.

“I think I’m in love,” Tae muttered as he pocketed his phone. Jeongguk laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulder as they filed out. Music, fresh air, and a bit more laughter soothe things over. She realized how much alcohol was consumed when they were shrugging out of their coats. They piled, giggling, out of the car and into the dorm. It was just a massive space with the students on one side and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” They reached the split in the hallway that would take them in different directions. The boys were leaning on each other as she moved away. Their laughter ceased as they turned to look at her. Her fingers clasped as she rocked back on her heels. “For tonight. I..,” She sighed. “..probably would have come back here to mope. Then pretend like I didn’t care about it, as usual.” A curl tucked behind her ear as she smiled at them. “Thank you for changing my mind. You’re right. I’m not a coward.”

The boys looked at her, prepared to brush it off as nothing - then she kissed them. Both. Right on the cheek, so close they could smell the coconut on her skin. She bit her lip as she stepped backward, spinning on a heel with a wave. “G’nyte, boyos.”

It was a full two minutes before they stopped staring in that direction. They turned to look at each other, their mouths agape as they pointed at twin sets of red ears. Embarrassed about their own embarrassment, they covered their ears while turning away from each other.

“We should shower.,” Tae mumbled.

“…yea. Good idea.” Jeongguk replied as he made haste toward their side of the building. Tae turned to follow, his feet dragging into the tiled floor. His hands rubbing against the nape of his neck before he turned on his heel - cursing.

The dorm was actually a complex in Hannam-dong that BigHit purchased. It was an easy way to keep staff, bodyguards, and the boys in one spot. It kept everyone close and in contact should things need to happen before shows and schedules. Everyone had their own apartment to occupy, even though she and Tasha spent a lot of time in each other’s spaces.

She let her keys fall into a basket by the door. Hopping out of her shoes, jewelry, wiggling out of her clothes, and jumping into a fluffy hoodie and sweats in a matter of minutes. The electric kettle started as she pulled a giant mug from the cabinet. A jar of citron tea from the fridge, a bowl of fruit was settled on the counter. She pushed her hair into a lazy puff on the top of her head. She reached for her glasses after taking out her contacts.

She stared at the clear lenses for a moment, the echoes of conversation threatening to eat her good mood. She shoved the lens case in a drawer. A tired reflection in the silver of the kettle had her huffing. A piece of melon popped into her mouth as she filled her cup. She thought about going to sleep, but their thesis projects were coming up. They had the next few days off, so getting a head start was more her style.

Knock, knock

Her head tilted to the door, “Tasha, go to bed!” A laugh as she set the kettle down. “I’ll hear about your escapades in the morn-,” She flung the door open to find Kim Taehyung filling the space. “V? I’m sorry, I thought you were - Uhm, what are you…doing here?” She stopped rambling before asking him the question that mattered the most.

What was he doing here?

“I just..” His arm braced on the frame as his fingers played over his lips. “Can I come in for a second?” She looked hesitant but nodded while stepping aside. “Thank you.” He murmured as he moved inside.

He’d been inside a few of the staff apartments - they looked lived in. While hers? It felt like nothing. It didn’t look like she had tried to make any kind of home out of the place. His brow furrowed as he turned to face her. His gaze traveled from her feet all the way to that ponytail at the top of her head.

“I was making some tea if you’d like?” She offered, moving by him. In her shoes, she was about equal height with most of them. But without? It put her just a hair shorter. “V, I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about.” A couple spoonfuls of the citron concentrate before a quick slurp tested to her liking. She turned to put the jar in the fridge, turning back as he had the cup lifted to his mouth.

“Really?”

He took a healthy gulp, rolling the liquid before chewing the peel gathered in his mouth. “Mm. Just how I like it.”

“I don’t want your cooties.” She made a face as he handed her mug back to her.

“Cooties? Are you five?” He almost choked laughing.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been!” A soft whine as she reluctantly took a sip from her cup. “What is it you want, anyway? I have studying to do. Like I said, I’m fine. You don’t have t-..” He rounded on her suddenly. Long fingers trailed against the countertop as he moved in front of her. “What are you doing?” The whir of the heater was so loud in that thick silence.

“What I’ve wanted to do for some time now.” The treble of his voice sent shivers down her spine. His fingers danced over hers, causing them both to turn their heads to the sight. His thumb sailed over her fingers, rubbing at the soft skin of her knuckles. Those long fingers wrapped around her wrist, the shock causing the artery to throb as her pulse spiked. He rubbed the skin there as she turned back to him with her brows furrowed.

“V.”

“Shh.”

She pulled her hand, and he held on to it. “Please don’t.” A soft sigh as she kept her head lowered. “I’m nobody here. Plus, I’m years older than you.” A scoff as his thumb ceased its movement. Suddenly, his hold tightened as another long finger tilted her gaze up to his.

Of all the things she thought she’d be experiencing in her life? This wasn’t in the sourcebook. Because this wasn’t anything, she would have fathomed. There was a pink tinge to his skin from the alcohol. But there was absolute clarity in his gaze that had her taking a hesitant step away from him.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Cocky confidence in his voice. He undid everything with that question.

“Listen here, V. I don’t cater to the rumors and backstage shenanigans I’ve heard from others, ok? But I have heard some things. I will not be apart of that rumor mill. Got it?” His features fell as he realized his folly.

Shit. shitshitshit. That’s not what was supposed to happen! That’s not how he meant-? Stunned at her, even considering that’s what he meant?! “Look, I appreciate you extending a hand and all, but -” She removed her arm from his hands while stepping away. “I have a lot of work to do. And it’s almost Christmas time, so I’m sure you guys have planning to do.” Turning on heel to go to the door, he followed. Before she could pull the door open, he closed in on her again.

“V didn’t I just say…” She turned. He put his hands on either side of her head, pinning her back to the door.

“Why are you so scared of getting close to anybody…to us..” He leaned in. “…to me?”

“Because that’s not what I’m here for. And if you haven’t noticed?” She raised a hand to wiggle her fingers, just as long, in front of her face. “It’s not been exactly easy.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought about what they walked in on.

They didn’t think they were going to make it dine with the staff. But, with the next few days off? The holidays upcoming? They figured now would be the best time to start having the big dinners before they broke off to visit family. The leads and supervisors, along with BTS, crept in through the back of the place. The conversation was so loud that they had easily gone unnoticed. They were approaching the table when some rather unsavory topics had come up.

They were mortified when the professor wanted to rush toward the table. The head PD, TD, and Namjoon stopped her. They wanted to check for something these situations only let you see. Jimin frowned deeply; Jin sighed softly while shaking his head. Suga let his head fall back as he looked off, a vein in the side of his forehead, throbbing with his anger. Namjoon, Hobi, Tae, and Jeongguk were boiling. Tae had to grab onto Jeongguk’s arm to keep him in place.

And from what they were to understand? That wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Apparently, they tried to go out to a club in Itaewon, only to have the girls harassed and denied entry. This was in the first six months of their arrival. They didn’t want to bring it up or talk about it - choosing to just move on. They chalked it up to only one of many life experiences.

Their classmates, on the other hand, weren’t keen to let it rest. They reported it to their supervisors and their professors. There were some learning curves with this program, and blatant racism wasn’t one of the boxes on that checklist they had. But, it was one they kept watch over.

She didn’t want the pity or the strange atmosphere that speaking on it could bring. So she clammed up, kept quiet, cordial, and separate. It was good to really enjoy the camaraderie of her work family. Maybe she could try to loosen up a bit. But always in the back of her mind, even if she didn’t want it to be there.

It was.

“You’re not a coward.” He vibrated the air, snapping her back to the present.

“No, I’m a realist.” She bit back. “This is against the rules you even being here, V.” She put her hands on his chest to push him away.

He leaned in and kissed her.

No Words - Interlude V-

Pairing: TaeKook x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback Finale]

Genre: Idol! Poly!, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Pining. A smidge of a Threesome [MMF]. More Pining? Angst. 

A/N - The final Interlude V - see what  I did there? Ha. Ok. This is longer, but I hope you can see the connections. We’ll be back to present drama after this. Thank you again for following this hot mess. Maybe there’s some poetic waxing? AND OMGG YA’LL THANKS TO ADMIN E FOR THE PRETTY COVER. WEEEE.

Words:  5.6K [thicc with it. so sorry]

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there’s any reaction? Both are changed. -Carl Jung

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The saying goes that ‘sex changes everything.’ It is a constant nagging in the recesses of your mind. That once you drop your pants? It’s game over. Finito! Done-zo! It’s like you’re a banana, and you just exposed the ripe fruit of your soul. That’s mostly what letting someone into your body is like, after all. All that hubbub and bullshit about being a temple? Well, it’s no lie. We are all emotional receptacles, mismatched puzzle pieces waiting to find someone to fill us or complete a picture.

Who really thinks about these things, though?

When you’re entangled in limbs and lips chasing an electric high that robs your reason? Do you think about the person completing a part of your picture? Or the whole fucking thing? She remembered her mother always saying that love is ready when it’s ready - not when you’re ready for it.

And if you’re not ready when it is? Then what?

Taehyung was sound asleep. Winter began to rage outside, part of the reason why they had time off. Luckily, everybody in the dorm was thoroughly plastered with no plans to rise early for the day. His fingers flexed into emptiness, causing him to wake with a start. A pout formed on his face as he wiped his eyes, reaching for his cellphone, he was surprised it was only an hour after - “Oh, shit.”  

…An hour after he pressed her body into the mattress. He looked around, realizing he wasn’t in his room. He heard the rush of a shower. The sound of her moaning his name rushed back on replay in his brain. Tae gathered up his clothes and hers, settling them neatly on a chair. He saw a few calls and texts from Jeongguk, but he knew the maknae would be fast asleep by now.

The scent of lust still clung to him as he padded out of the room, following the shower sound down the hall. He cracked open the door, peeking inside, to billowing steam and humidity. He moved inside, shutting the door with a gentle click. She hadn’t noticed his presence - but he tilted his head, getting a good look at her now.

Granted, she was almost as tall as he was in her shoes. Without? She was still the tallest female on staff. She was deliciously proportioned. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he let his gaze lift from her feet upward. He saw bruises in purple blossom over the generous amount of ass. She was definitely thicker than most of the girls around them. But, he’s seen her carrying heavy equipment with the staff. There was a hidden musculature there if she flexed adequately.

She was just so fucking soft. He enjoyed the way his hands seemed to melt into her as he held her down. Her hips were full, there was a bit of softness around her stomach, and her breasts were more than a handful.

“Fuck.” A hissed whispered as he swallowed thickly. She was standing under the hot spray of water, wringing out her hair. He was hard all over again as he saw the welts in her shoulders. She spun with her eyes closed to further rinse her hair. He saw the love marks dotting the area below her collar bone.

She turned to put her hands on the wall, still unaware of his presence. His arms slid around her waist as he dared to let his hands settle into the wet nakedness of her body.

It was better than the first time. Nothing was holding them back. She didn’t try to stop as his tongue pressed against her shoulder. The scrape of his nails against the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer. She was so soft, responsive, as he pushed his hips into her.

Perfect.

Everything about her, to him, was perfect. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his teeth. The length of him pushed between her legs. He shuddered at the clench of her thighs around him. His fingers dug into her skin as tongue and teeth nibbled, licked, and marked her. The heat didn’t bother him at all.

She clung to him as he pushed between the squeeze of her thighs. He was going insane with want. His hands slid over her ass, and he pulled her against him. The squelching noises as he slipped between the folds of her sex. All he had to do was angle himself, just a little.

Taehyung didn’t care, not one bit. He spun her into the corner pinning her hips. She bit her lip as their eyes locked. He tilted his hips down, just so, causing the throbbing head of his cock to slip between those folds. Finally. Finally.

His tongue swept his lips as he held her firm. His whole body trembled with the effort to maintain control as he slipped upward.

…and inward.

She bit into his collarbone, and he knew there’d be a mark. She dug half-moon indentations into his flesh as he filled her again. Pressing her into the corner, her back making suction sounds as she connects to the marble tiling. He pulled her leg up as he drove into her. But it was slower, so fucking sweetly, and so devastating in the way he took his time.

At first, he rotated his hips as their mouths parted on heavy breaths. Their eyes lust blown and locked together in the eternal battle. The velvety slide of cock inside the tremor filled cavern of her body was something that she would hate to admit she needed. Their bodies couldn’t be any closer. He took long, languid strokes before he couldn’t resist the plush of her mouth. He leaned in, letting his lips ghost over hers.

A particularly deep thrust had her breath hitching, and he leaned in to steal it. They kissed until their tongues were slick and slippery. They kissed until the pressure was enough to bruise lips. He kissed until every breath of air she took ended inside of him. He could feel the hard prickle of her nipples against his skin. He groaned; she whimpered. He growled; she surrendered. He dropped to his knees with his fingers clutching her thighs as he buried his face into the swollen lips of her sex. He pulled a leg over his shoulder as he pushed his tongue inside of her. She wanted to curl in on herself, he reached a long arm up as her eyes rolled back. His fingers pinched, tugged, and turned a nipple as she shuddered. The slurp and suck noises were too much, the orgasm was vicious and swift. He drank her down, making sure to hold her aloft as her knees failed her. He smirked as she growled, tugging him up by the crown of his head. They kissed again as she registered the remnants of her on his lips. She spun him into the corner as she dropped to a crouch.

A few pumps had him looking to devour her again. She was eye line with that throbbing erection. Oh, he was big. She licked her lips as a plan of attack formed. Taehyung captured the moment for the spank bank later. He didn’t know if he should be scared - because she looked ready to feast in a fashion that wouldn’t be conducive to his health. His hands curled against his hip as he felt the tentative brush of her tongue. Her eyes lifted to his as she let her lips coast of the pulsating head. Then further, further, and further down.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Until she swallowed him down - that…was a first. He wasn’t sure how he felt. She pulled back, and he coasted right down into her throat. There was a hoarse cry drowned out by the beat of the shower.

Oh, that was him? That was him. Yeah, the sloppy sound of her sucking him down like a summer popsicle was too much for him to handle. He finally took a breath as he let those long fingers sink into her scalp. He fucked into her mouth, a moist suction sound echoing as she breathed easily between thrusts. He growled as he kept a furious pace.

“No.” He tugged her upward, pushing her back into the corner. He pushed back inside of her. It was easy to tell the difference between the shower fall and that thick slick accumulating between her legs. He hefted her up, driving inside of her as he bit into the top of her breast.

She knocked her head against the shower wall as he took a nipple in his mouth. She clenched, and he panted into her skin. He rotated the angle and smacked right into her g-spot, causing her to clamp down and hold him. Her fingers dug into the nape of his neck.

The sounds, the sensations, the intensity of this fuck threatened to crack the wall. He was there, and he pushed her over the edge, time, and time again. He dragged every vibration out of her until his nails seemed to pierce her skin. Taehyung released the nipple pulling her mouth to his. The hoarse cry, the roar, the growl, and the whimper died on her tongue as he finally exploded.

He leaned into the wall, fearing the ineptitude of his own legs. They were littered with pink and purple blossomed evidence that they had crossed the line. He let her down after their hearts stopped knocking against each other.

Sometimes you learn so much about a person by spending time with them. Sometimes you learn by talking to them. And intimacy is the most profound conversation that you can have with someone. It tore barriers, exposed raw truths, and new realities.

New truth: There is something.

They washed each other in heavy silence. He relished in the softness of her skin, learning the spots that caused her to moan or sigh. She enjoyed the broadness of his frame, the tender places that caused his cock to jump.

They left the shower with towels draped around them. They sat on opposite sides of the bed, the silence thick.

“Taehyung…” She broke the silence first.

“…I know, Noona. I-I know.” He swallowed thickly as the fringe of his hair hid his gaze. He got dressed, grabbed his phone, and prepared to leave her room. He balled his fists turned around, long legs placed him in front of her again. He tilted her face kissing her again. Agonizingly slow, so fucking passionate, so much like I really might fucking love you.

She clawed into her bed to keep from pulling him down again. When she didn’t? He broke the kiss and left, even faster this time. The door to her apartment closed, and she ran her fingers across her lips. She turned to grab a pillow, bury her face inside of it, and ignore the ache in her chest.

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Taehyung was quiet as he walked back toward their side of the complex.

Not before he bumped into… “Tasha?”

She let her fingers comb through those micro plaits on her head. “Uh, g-good morning, V.” He could see hickeys lining her shoulder. She pulled her shirt up and quickly gave a polite bow, before heading back to the other side of the building.

He furrowed his brow as he kept walking but turned back, making sure she was gone.

“Good Morning, Taehyung-ah.” The Visual froze as he turned to see Namjoon leaning in the doorway.

Oh. Taehyung gave the nod to the leader. “Good morning, Namjoon-hyung.” He suddenly found himself tugging on the neck of his shirt. Namjoon’s arms were crossed as he smirked.

“It was a good morning for both of us, wasn’t it?” Taehyung tilted his head at the very obvious hickey on the Leader’s collarbone.

“I suppose it was, hyung.” They shared a knowing look before Namjoon backed inside his space with a wave.

Taehyung hurried back to his place, he stepped inside to see Jeongguk fast asleep on the couch. Video game controller on the floor, and various snack containers all over the place.

“Tsk, this kid.” He muttered as he found a blanket and pillow to tuck the maknae in. Fuck, cleaning could wait. He padded back toward the bedroom and fell into the bed. He watched the snowfall thick and slow outside.

He closed his eyes and let his brain roll memory like a reel as his body fell into an exhausted sleep. Taehyung’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles as he pulled a pillow against his chest. He could still feel her.

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You can’t force chemistry to exist where it doesn’t - in the same way, you can’t deny when it does. - Unknown.

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1 week later - 4 days before Christmas.

They were done with award shows until the end of the month. They wanted to spend Christmas with their families. Some of the students had already returned to the states. A few of them hanging back to help out and finish up, opting to take New Years in the states instead.

Aside from her father, and a younger brother with a family of his own? She was in no rush to go back home. Funny enough? Tasha didn’t seem too eager to return home either. She figured something was up when Tasha kept mum about her previous night’s activities. They were both sporting some deep suction marks.

She was never more thankful for Tasha’s makeup expertise than now. Luckily, the splotches were faded. They were doing a pre-Christmas party before everyone took a few days to themselves. The party was at the giant common space inside the building.

She finally put two and two together as she noted Namjoon and Tasha stealing secret glances. She couldn’t help the lazy smile from splitting her face watching them. Watching them. Watching everyone. Trying to watch everything except Taehyung blatantly trying to access the directory to her soul from across the room.

She hadn’t returned any of his text messages. She sure as hell made sure to not be left alone with him. She definitely made sure to stay busy as fuck. Because that just couldn’t happen again. The heaviness that weighed on her for breaking protocol was too much to bear.

No, that was a lie, wasn’t it?

The heaviness of that connection scared her shitless. That was too much to bear. The inkling of want blossoming in her gut was too much to bear. They all exchanged gifts, drank sikhye, and way too much egg nog. Like, drank too much that the karaoke was way too funny. Like, drank too much that people didn’t care who got kissed under the mistletoe.

She moved into the kitchen to busy herself with something other than inebriated antics. She moved into a walkway and felt large hands around her waist. She looked over her shoulder as those hands belong to none other than, “Gguk-ah? You gave me a fright.” Enough to sober her up a hair more. But the maknae was obviously three shades to the wind.

“N-noona, I caught you.” He smirked that fraction down at her. Her brow arched as she pondered, but he pointed upward. “Is there a game to see if everybody can get a mistletoe kiss?”

She chuckled. But, she didn’t register that wide-eyed look for anything but alcohol. “Alright, Gguk-ah, you got me. I have to pay up, right?” She turned to press a kiss on his cheek. Her eyes went wide when he framed her face and kissed her. Tongue tasting like soju and dark liquor-filled eggnog. She pulled away when he moaned, licking her lips out of reflex.

It wasn’t just the moan, it was the rigid press of dick straining his jeans. A hip thrust into her abdomen that made her clench.

And as if that didn’t just beat all?

She felt a familiar heat lance her skin - turning to see Taehyung staring dark daggers at them both. She didn’t see Jeongguk smirking as Taehyung approached. That magnetizing connection between the two was sweltering; she swallowed the lump in her throat. Even as Tae turned his body toward her. “Oh look, Noona. Mistletoe.” Her eyes were wide as Taehyung kissed her.

Kissed her in a way that she felt the fire in her face. She almost; almost wanted to sink into him. Until she realized that Jeongguk had that hungry look to his face as he watched them. Oh no, ma’am!

They were going to turn into some threeway Christmas feast if she wasn’t careful. Her teeth sank into Tae’s lip until it bled. Her eyes narrowed as she brushed past them into the kitchen space. He hissed as he rubbed his finger against his mouth, his tongue followed. Jeongguk and Taehyung let their gazes travel up toward the mistletoe as they watched her; Jeongguk leaned forward, taking a swipe at Tae’s bloody lip with his tongue.

Oh god. Her hand reached to fist at the fabric of her sweater. She turned on her heel and swiftly left the kitchen. Those two sets of eyes watched, the sensation sudden familiar as she popped back into the common room. “Ah! Finally!” Jimin came over to you with open arms. He kissed both her cheeks and wrapped her in a warm hug. “I’ve done it! I’ve kissed everyone under the mistletoe! I want my prize!” She laughed as he threw his hands in the air. She moved farther away from the kitchen, trying to forget. Trying to quiet the sudden hunger that nothing to do with food.

“She does taste good.” Jeongguk hopped on the kitchen counter with a smirk. Taehyung still stared at the space where she had lingered. Dark eyes turned to the maknae as he moved toward him.

“Better than you can imagine.” His voice was a low rumble that made the younger shudder involuntarily. “I don’t think I want to share, Gguk-ah.”

“Come on, hyung. What’s a little sharing between friends?” The maknae tilted his head as his tongue poked an outline into his cheek. Jeongguk’s jealousy was legendary.

So was Taehyung’s.

“She’s different, Jeongguk.”

“I know, Taehyung.”

The deep magnetizing draw between the two seemed to spark the air. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Tae stood between Jeongguk’s legs. The younger smirked as the chestnut fall of hair partially obscured his eyes.

“What’s yours is mine. What mine is mine.” The Maknae repeated words uttered long ago. The echo of teeth crunching was broken as Hobi stumbled into the kitchen.

“Hey! Hey! Y-you guys wait until the party is over for all that, yeah?” He waved a hand at them with a snort. “Now move your butt, Gguk-ah the punch bowl is empty!” Jeongguk smirked at Tae before hopping down.

“I’ll get it, Hobi-hyung, sorry about that.” He pulled the pitcher out of the fridge, following the excited dance captain back into the common room.

Tae’s fist balled against the countertop. They had all had their dalliances. They were adults, after all,  and it just took a lot of coordination and planning for getting out. Everybody had the one person they gravitated to in the group, though they were all family. Tour time got long and lonely, they played safe and carefully.

But in the end, they always had each other. And now? This woman waltzes into their existence. He admires her strength, her resolve - and the fact that she was stunning was just a plus. What was he doing? She was right; they had gone too far.

The rules of etiquette clearly broken - and the pangs of jealousy stirring his empty gut told him something different. His eyes closed as he rolled his neck on his shoulders. The irritation contorting his face as the picture of Jeongguk kissing her flickered in his gaze.

Give me what is mine, he told her. Never had he ever. Did he even want to…

So why was this different? Why was she different. He had all the time in the world to find out. He took a deep, cleansing breath and rejoined the party. Suga and Jimin were smothering each other in drunken kisses while everyone laughed.

Tasha and Namjoon were inebriated enough to lean and cling to each other. A few hours later, as people reached their limit, they stumbled full of laughter out of the standard room. Jin, Hobi, and a few other TDs laughed themselves out of the room. A mention of a sports game still happening.

Jimin, Suga, and a few PDs said the same and made their way out.

“Tasha, would you…care to listen to that demo I told you about?” Namjoon’s voice tickled Tasha’s ear and caused the desire to pool in her panties.

“A-ah, s-sure, Namjoon-ah. I’d love to.” The way their fingers interlaced and they ate each other with their gazes caused a pang of jealousy to rise in Tae. Tasha and Namjoon disappeared as the stragglers organized the debris. She helped to try to keep herself busy before a hand snaked around her waist. “Jeongguk..” There was a warning in her tone because she recognized the hold.

“Noona.” No, don’t say it like that. Not when that other hand snaked up the back of her neck. Not when Taehyung tugged her head back, not when he’s already fired up.

“You should leave that for now.” That deep vibrating bass had beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Jeongguk got his hands around her waist, sliding down over the curve of her ass. He pulled her hips against his as Tae tugged her head toward. “Did you really think you could ignore me?” He tilted his head at her as she felt the maknae breath a hot alcoholic breath against the exposed column of her neck.

“That you could ignore this?” The pull? The intensity? The forbidden nature of it all? Oh, she had tried.

Her lashes lowered, Jeongguk dragged his tongue along the skin exposed by Taehyung. The blue of her eyes deepened as they boxed her in between their bodies.

She moaned as Taehyung’s mouth crashed upon hers, Jeongguk sliding up, fighting for his share.

Man, this is so far out of the fucking line. She moved back as the men deepened their kiss and their hold on her.

She could have sworn she’s read stories with plotlines like these. But it wasn’t for her. She didn’t fit the profile for this kind of scenario. Her eyes narrowed as her hands slid up the nape of both their necks. Their fingers dug into her flesh as she pushed them in to deepen their kiss.

And then?

She tugged.

….hard.

Causing both men to bump teeth, retract, moan, and stare at her. There was something serpentine, sly about the look on her face. She tugged them both down that fraction to her level. “You like to play games, right? Fine. Let’s play.”

They practically carried her to her apartment. She backed inside, her sweater discarded as they kicked the door shut behind them. Tae made sure to engage all the locks. Her heart raced as she thumbed the button of her pants, stepping out of her shoes. They were like two predators closing in on their prey.

Lust-blown pupils, buttons flew, shirts were discarded. She licked the sheen of sweat above her lip as they all made it to her bedroom. She was down to her panties, the back of her legs meeting the mattress.

Taehyung and Jeongguk stood side by side - and by the gods, if this was the last thing she was to see before she died? She’d be okay with it. They both were out of their pants and boxers faster than she could turn her head.

Angry erections fueled by lust, jealousy, and alcohol. She leaned up on her elbows. Might as well break all the rules, right?

They didn’t remember who made the first move. It just happened - fast. Lips, tongues, moans, and groans. Something was happening that neither of them anticipated.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m fucking…” Jeongguk lurched as if he’d been punched. His teeth buried in her shoulder.

“…gonna, a-ah! Ah, fuck can’t hold it. Can’t..” Taehyung pulled her head down, whimpering into her mouth.

White noise.

She didn’t hear a thing as her body tensed, hard. They all took a shuddering breath in unison. The boys felt their hearts stop as their hips bucked once, twice …

“Come for me.” She moaned.

She felt nails prick her skin as she felt their bodies tremble, shake, and explode. They pushed as far inside of her as they could go and dragged her right along that orgasmic current.

Tangled limbs in her bed again. Snow falling heavy and thick outside her window. Substantial and thick like the scent in the room. Heavy like the arms draped across her hip. Thick like the thigh tucked against her backside.

Tangled like her fucking feelings.

Tangled like his fucking feelings.

She felt good against him, fit so perfectly against him. His fingers pulled her upper half into his reach. His lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “I want you all to myself.”

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“Sex is an emotion in motion.” ― Mae West

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Christmas Day.

   V: Merry Christmas, Noona.

   PDNoona: Merry Christmas, V.

   V: Really?

   Ggukie: Oh, are you mad hyung?

   PDNoona: Shut it, squirt. Enjoy your family time.

They prepared for the end of the year show. One big final push with all the stress, work, and secrecy for the next comeback. All the hardship and turmoil that had increased with the revelation of inter staff relations. Namjoon kept his head up even after Tasha left. They noticed her waiting for a van one morning, red puffy eyes as she stepped inside.

Namjoon was on his phone most of the time, so it didn’t seem suspicious when he kept checking it.

It was almost New Years before he heard anything back from her. You could tell it was her, by the way, his mood had lightened.

But Tae, on the other hand?

Tae couldn’t help the bitter swell inside of him. Because she left on Christmas Day. She responded to their text messages while sitting in Incheon Airport. Her own eyes were red and puffy. She felt like she was running away, she felt like a coward. She knew that if they were found out, the consequences could be grave.

Not only that? Their work visas were up - and they needed to return home to reapply for a new visa. That and they needed to prepare presentations about their work.

She came to do a job - to get experience. She got all that.

And maybe she might have fallen in love in the process. She was sure that this would be something that would help her grow. She learned things about herself that she couldn’t have in the states.

“I’m sorry.” She stared at her phone before turning it off.

She never turned that phone back on.

There’s nothing like meeting the right person at the wrong time.

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Happy New Year! 6 months later. Chicago, Il.

“Ok, everybody remembers what you’re supposed to do?” The Head PD looked at the gathered staff. “It’s cold. Make sure to keep warmers. Pay attention to your monitors, keep your walkies close.”

The new group of students was wide-eyed and excited. “Alright, this is the HQ. This is where everything happens, pay attention.”

She felt a tap on her shoulder as the count down started in her ear. “You got this?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah, like riding a bike.”

She had finished her coursework in time to jump in on the production staff request. She’d be at the board with no interaction with the boys. It had been almost 7 months since she left to come back home. She knew Tasha was lovesick for Namjoon. Their popularity had exploded, and she knew it would be impossible.

Tasha was out there, though, among the Army - front and center with a headset.

“We’re at zero, chase pattern is go.”

The Rap line came out for Tear. Each member clinging to an area of the stage. Hobi moved to the front, spitting his bars right to the camera. The crowd went wild as the Rap line ad-libbed with him.

Namjoon saw Tasha.

Tasha saw Namjoon.

The stage went dark as the boys retreated for a costume change.

Namjoon had a stern set to his face, his finger toying with his bottom lip.

“Hyung?” Tae’s deep voice disturbed him from his thoughts. He was moments away from his solo performance.

“I saw her, Tae.” Namjoon put his hands on his hips.

Taehyung furrowed his brow, “Who did you see?”

“I saw Tasha Taehyung-ah. She’s on staff.” Namjoon glanced at Tae with a brow ticked upward.

It took a moment between their heavy eye contact to register what he meant. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked around them. Namjoon turned him back to face him.

“Subtle, Tae. You know there are cameras everywhere.” Namjoon moved down that created passageway. Tae stepped on the platform, trying to calm his thundering heart.

If Tasha was here - then maybe?

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All of the best love stories have one thing in common; you have to go against the odds to get there - Unknown

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2 hours later.

“I’m exhausted.” She groaned. “Tash?”

Tasha was glued to her phone. “I’m going to see him.” She looked firm in her resolve. She could only offer her friend a smile.

“Go get him.” Tasha wrapped her up in a hug before grabbing her things.

She was almost out the door when she turned. “Stop fighting it, girl.” Tasha sighed softly.

“What are you talking about?

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop ignoring him. I saw how he looked at you for two whole years, girl. Love just happens. Stop before you regret it.” Tasha frowned, and she left.

She stood watching the empty doorway shaking her head. It won’t matter, she was sure of it. She kept lying to herself about it. The head PD came knocking on the door.

“You did well today.” He offered a short bow, she responded in kind. “I’d like you to come up and talk to the new kids. Maybe help with the new recruits? Most of your class were already assigned to other production companies.”

“Yeah, of course!” She extended her hand, excited to pass the baton. He took her hand, clasped it firmly. “It’s good to have you back on the team.” He turned and left her to finish up.

Back on the team?

She traveled the understage passageways - she knew them well this time around. She came up to the wings and stopped when a shadow blocked her.

“Hello, Noona.” Taehyung’s eyes glittered eerily in those green contacts.

There it was. That heavy electric pulsation flaring to life all over again. She kept her tone professional, neutral. “Hello, V. You did well out there today.” She smiled and moved to walk by him.

He stepped in front of her. “You never texted me back.” There was a smidge of hurt in his tone. She swallowed thickly, tilting her head. “V, listen..”

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, look. We’re not…I’m not…We can’t, ok?” She fought for words, and there was no lie that she could spit that would make sense. “We just can’t.”

“I thought you were braver than this.” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is for the best.” She didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“What about what I think?” He grits his teeth. “…what I feel?”

“I’m here to learn and make sure these new students reap the benefits of working with you all. That’s it.” She was almost convincing herself. Tae gave her an incredulous look. “That’s it. That’s all. So do me a favor, and please don’t charm the new kids, yea?” She managed to tease as that bravado fell over her.

He grabbed her wrist as she walked off. His breathing heavy and erratic, “This isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet. I told you..” He yanked her closer their actions obscured by the thick curtains.

“I want you all to myself.” The sound of his voice still caused her to shiver. The sound of footsteps approaching had him releasing her quickly. He stepped back into the shadows allowing her to immediately join the group from stage right.

BTS appeared from stage left.

Namjoon gave an impassioned speech about the importance of music - and their message. Jeongguk recognized her, and he smirked as he watched her with the new recruits. Taehyung kept a pleasantly neutral face as they prepared to take their picture.

And the professor announced the new recruits for round two of the program. While congratulating those from the first round, who were now going to work with BigHit for the next global tour.

Welcome to the team. She suddenly remembered the Head PD coming to find her. She thought it was strange! A dream come true - the opportunity.

The nightmare unfolding as she and Taehyung locked eyes.

It’s funny; You try to hide your feelings…

…but your eyes speak volumes.

Show & Tell

Genre: Teacher!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

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"Come on, sachon hyung!" the voice of one of your students called out from down the hall. You recognized his voice as one of your youngest students, Kim Junseo. 

"Teacher!" the boy called, walking through the classroom. Behind him, he dragged a guy probably around your age. You were caught off guard at his cheeky smile. "I brought my cousin for show and tell today! He's an idol!" The boy spoke quickly, hardly getting the words out right. 

"Oh well, show and tell isn't until the end of the day, Junseo. I'm sure your cousin has other things to do until then." 

"No!" the boy protested. "He promised to spend his whole day with me!" 

"All right, Junseo, why don't sit down and get ready for class? I'll talk with your cousin." 

The boy went to his seat and began to aimlessly color in his notebook. You couldn't help but think it was cute, the boy obviously looked up to his older cousin. 

"Kim Taehyung," he said, holding out his hand. 

You reached out and shook his hand politely. You had noticed that he looked vaguely familiar, but you were now certain that he was from BTS. Due to your busy university schedule and the stresses that came with your first year of teaching, you had only vaguely heard their name and music in the background.

"BTS?" you asked. 

Taehyung perked up, a smile breaking out across his face. You to admit--he had a nice smile--you could see where Junseo got his infuriatingly adorable smile from. 

"Are you part of Army?!" 

"Army?" 

His face fell. 

"Our fans," he said. "That's what their called." 

"Oh, no," you said. "Sorry, I've just seen you around." 

He nodded. 

"I did promise to spend the day with him," Taehyung said. "I don't want to disrupt class, of course. But I'm only in Daegu another day."

You thought over the situation. It was obvious Junseo didn't see his cousin much and idolized him. And having another set of adult hands to handle your classroom full of 5 and 6-year-olds was appealing. 

"All right," you said. "You can stay until show and tell, but you'll have to help out." 

"No problem." 

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You'd left him alone with the kids for a few minutes to grab the next activity you'd accidentally left in the teacher's lounge. You'd left them all singing a simple song about counting you figured even the kid's could continue on their own. 

However, when you walked back into the classroom, all of the children were back at their seat's laughing as Taehyung passed out candy, he'd apparently been hiding the whole time. 

While candy was sometimes allowed in the classroom on special occasions, it would only hype up the children and cause them to be less focused on the activities. 

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"I just wanted to make today as fun for him as possible," Taehyung said, when you pulled him aside. 

"I understand that, but they won't focus on the lessons now," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N. I promise I'll keep out of the way."

"Wait," you said. An idea forming. "Why don't you teach a lesson? We sing and dance a lot. We could all write a song together." 

After further expanding the idea, Taehyung agreed. 

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"All right, class, this is Kim Taehyung and he's going to help us write a song." 

The rest of the lesson went smoothly. Taehyung was actually great with children and seemed to love them just as much as you did. You smiled as the kids would sing and dance and pretend to be idols. He laughed and encouraged them. In the end, the class ended up creating a new song that helped teach them colors. 

"We wrote it ourselves, Teacher!" one of your students said, beaming. 

"I'm so proud of you!" you said. 

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Junseo stood at the front of the class. Taehyung sat on a stool beside him and waved to the class as Junseo introduced him as his cousin. 

"He's an idol and he's in this band BTS. They're really cool and they get to travel all over the world. I don't get to see Tae much, but I see him on magazines and stuff. I even got to go to the big arena and see him perform once. I want to be an idol when I grow up too, because I want people to come see me like that." 

You were trying to hold back tears as the little boy talked about his cousin. It was sweet to know that he had a good role model in his life. 

Taehyung, too, seemed slightly emotional, although he was holding it back. You noticed his watery eyes and he bit his lip a few times. 

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"Thank you for letting me be in your classroom today," Taehyung said, Junseo held his hand beside him. "It means a lot that I could spend the day with Junseo." 

"Of course," you said. "The kids had a great time and I think they actually learned something in the process." You laughed and found that you had actually enjoyed having him help you in the classroom. 

"You know, I have one more day in Daegu before I have to leave and I'm going to be picking Junseo up from school tomorrow. Would you want to do something afterwards?" 

"Something?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. 

"Anything you want," he said. 

"Like a date?" 

"If that's what you want."

I saw an ig post about normalizing throwing a break up party. I think this would be a cool concept hahaha

can someone please write a book about this??!?!

Shoot their shot at a break up party

Finally the girl of their dreams is single

Fluff courting y/n or their ship jikook taekook namjin sope taejin etc etc

Angst cuz wait listed character ain't ready but still they wait

Lowkey gets played

BUT STILL HAPPY ENDING

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE!!!?!?!!

If someone wrote about this please tag me :((( or any fic tbh HAHAHA i love reading aus :(((

Ceo Taehyung smut where he fingers you in his office 🥰❤️

"Bend over, love!" He whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down your exposed thigh. You almost trembled by the feeling of his soft hand on your skin, combinated with his low and deep voice, ghosting over your, now, red ear.

You did as he told you to, cheek pressed on his dark wooden desk, ass up in the air, hands flat against the table, beside your head. You heard him chuckling of how easy he got you obeying him. You flinched when he pulled your short skirt up your ass, revealing your white lingerie,a dump spot on it, where your wetness spreaded.

He licked his lips to the view and gave you a light slap, right between your thighs. You whimpered, which made him give your ass cheek a series of painful smacks, abusing your soft skin.

"Shush, baby!" He said and pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, which you obediently sucked on. "We don't want your coworkers know such a dirty slut you are for your boss, right?"

He smirked when you patheticaly whimpered, probably agreeing and took off your panties, smelling the delicious scent of your horny cunt out of them. "So delicious" he said and without a warning, he slid two of his long fingers into your wet core, making you moan against his fingers.

He then took his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your own panties, muffling your sounds. "I thought I told you to keep quiet!" He hissed and added a deep thrust of his fingers, to his words, making your eyes shut.

"I think it's worthless to keep you quiet since your pussy makes these loud and delicious sounds". He was watching his fingers moving in and out of your wet cunt, feeling your walls tightening around them.

By the time you came, you gripped tight on his table, bitting down a scream, your body shaking of pleasure, stars forming in the corner of your eyes.

Taehyung licked his fingers which were full of your juices and got out of your mouth your panties, which were, now, full of your saliva. He cleaned you, then helped you to dress up, giving your lips a soft peck, which made your heart beat faster.

When he sent you back to your office, you turned around and asked him "and my panties?"

"Will you stay without panties the whole day, for me?"

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Aperture (M) | kth

↬ Pairing: fan/photographer!Taehyung x idol!Reader ↬ Story Genre:smut, slowburn ↬ Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, explicit sex scene, spanking, hair pulling, biting. ↬ Word count: 9.6K ↬ Summary: You met Taehyung at a fansign and you knew right away that he was trouble, are you willing to risk it all for a fan?

It has been 3 years since you debuted in a 4 member girl group along with Bo, Serena and Nari. The group is called Aperture, the name being taken from the ‘aperture’ - the part of a camera where the light passes through to capture the picture. That particular name was chosen because you wished to act like an ‘aperture’ to your fans and capture all the moments in life in your songs, letting your fans relate to you through their experiences.

You were the lead rapper, lead dancer and the oldest of the group. Bo was the leader, main vocal and visual of the group due to her big puppy eyes and pouty lips, Serena was the lead vocal and main dancer, and Nari was the maknae and main rapper.

Your group had had a rough beginning (due to not having that much success) but that all changed with the last album you had released - ‘Light and Dark’. The album had darker and more seductive tones than your previous girly concepts, your group and your company feeling like you should change up all your concepts to try and catch the eye of the public.

The title track for this album was called ‘Boudoir’, which is a lady’s bedroom but can also be a type of photography to value feminine beauty, usually done in said bedroom. The song basically talks about how women should value their beauty and shouldn’t be scared of being sexy.

The MV was one of the most daring ever made in the kpop world. It had 6 different scenes: 1 individual scene for each member, and 2 choreo shots. Serena was in a bathtub with pink water, Nari was laying on a black fluffy rug, Bo was sitting on a red couch and you were on a bed with red silk sheets and wearing black lacy lingerie. The choreo shots were filmed in 2 different sets: one where fake rain would pour on you guys, and the other with lots of fire surrounding you.

You liked the change of direction your group took, but you were a little scared that people would find your whole new concept too much, however to your surprise your popularity skyrocketed. You even managed to get your first win on music show programs, along with 2 other wins.

The demand for your group started to get bigger and bigger, with variety shows, fan signs and events and even your very first big concert in Seoul. You and your members were so excited that day that you even cried during the concert, making your makeup artist very angry.

After having that first concert in a big venue your fan signs also moved to bigger venues, due to bigger demand. It was at one of those fansigns that you first saw him - Taehyung. You were the last member in the line and you were busy signing the album of a very sweet girl when Nari, who was right next to you, whispered in your ear: “look at the hottie that’s about to come in.” You looked at the line of fans and saw him standing there, waiting for his turn to meet you guys. When your eyes met his you felt like he had stolen all the air in the room from you. His dark chocolate eyes connected with yours, pulling you in, his light brown fluffy hair making you want to run your fingers through it, the chest peeking through his white unbuttoned shirt making you want to commit the sweetest sin of them all. You had a personal rule of not dating fans but he was so mouthwatering that he seriously made you want to break every rule in existence.

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