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hi, i'm ash and i read way too many fan fics to not crowd my main. hence, this. MINORS DNI🔞 | navi |

[jimilter-recs]

↠ one-shot ◆ series ◆ drabble ◆ smau ◆ teaser

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↠ smut 🔞

↠ fluff 🍭

↠ humor 🎉

↠ seokjin 

↠ yoongi

↠ hoseok

↠ namjoon

↠ jimin

↠ taehyung

↠ jungkook

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[luaspersona]

Snow Flower | kth (m)

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader)

genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; humor; fluff; strangers to almost lovers to idiots to lovers; one-shot.

summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until suddenly — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere.

rating ↠ +18

warnings ↠ taehyung is bi y’all; alcohol consumption; sexual tension; taehyung is a menace but he’s also stupid; some religious jokes are made; some kink shaming (tae is lowkey offended by furry kink?? idek); minor accident; very minor parent issues (this is really in the background, but i was going through stuff and writing it helped); a bunch of Christmas movies talk; taehyung is scared of grinch lol (i’m serious 💀); second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut (the warnings are long as fuck, so beware).

smut warnings 👀↠ mentions of anal; masturbation; orgasm denial; orgasm control; a whole lot of teasing; edging; dirty talk; pet names; soft dom!taehyung; switch!reader; fingering; light pussy slapping; nipple play; oral (f. and m. receiving); choking on cock; tae has a huge dick ‘cus it’s christmas and we deserve it; unprotected sex (pls don’t do it. this is unhinged fiction); praise kink; marking; biting; light spanking; a splash of degradation (he calls reader a slut once); reader has sensitive thighs; tae has stamina for days; so much begging; a bit of overstimulation ‘cus taehyung is a man on a mission; multiple orgasms; squirting; creampie; cum eating; it’s rough but it’s also super silly; they joke during sex, it’s ridiculous; aftercare.

teaser ↠ (wc:0.8k) read it before to make sure this is for you ♡

word count ↠ 21k (7.5k are just smut y'all, i went off 🥴)

estimated reading time ↠ 60 minutes

note ↠ just wanna come out and say that i listened to mistletoe an unhealthy amount of times to get into the mood to write this and i think i’m damaged for life. also, i know it’s march lol, but i went through some shit™️ while writing this and it took some time to get back on track. to be honest, i almost gave up on this fic at least once a week, and it was hard as fuck to finish it. i struggled a lot with the plot until i was actually satisfied, but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

note² ↠ if this fic is finished, i have to thank @uarmymoonlight for lowkey bullying me into seeing this story through, always ready to motivate and help me brainstorm and fix plot points. you know i love you, and i hope you get a himbo to yourself one day. also wanna thank @vsualitae for being such a sweet listener, and for helping me through writer’s block. you’re amazing, and i will cherish you forever, please don’t give up on me because i’m terrible at replying.

note³ ↠ thank you again for @imakeamess for the amazing banner!

playlist ↠ this is what i think reader and tae’s playlist would look like

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Jungkook suffering a car accident two days before Christmas was honestly so damn selfish of him.

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[luaspersona]

permanent taglist:@yukkitosposts; @queen-in-the-shadows

snow flower taglist:@bebejungkook, @screamertannie, @goldphish, @nerdgo34, @jimilter, @shinrosio1, @minisugakoobies, @pjmparadise, @sarah-19, @rkivian, @shmooooo, @ficstobustruwuwus, @rec-me-bts, @tearyjjeon, @starbs

thank you for the interest! i’m really sorry it took so long 🤡 hope you enjoy it 🥺💕

[jimilter-recs]

AAAAA, I have been waiting! 😍 Gonna get to this ASAP! 💗💗💗

[hobipost-deactivated20230515]

teaser 2: the seventh | sfw

People say seven is the lucky number... Apparently not when it comes to lovers, Big Hit’s love guru says. And this is the worst thing you could have ever discovered, because of course you have six past lovers and of course the chance of getting a seventh is very low. So you absolutely have things to say to this love guru.

pairing: jimin x reader

genres/tropes: coworkers to lovers, rom-com, kdrama au, movie au, fluff

words: ---

warnings: nothing for the teaser!

this work is inspired by the 2010 movie “What’s Your Number?”

A/N: I changed a lot of things on this fic since the first teaser, so I wanted to share this :) the taglist is open, send an ask to be added and lmk what you think about the teaser!!!!

main masterlist / jimin masterlist

"Are you cold?"

Your ears perk at the calm voice sounding above the raindrops and the music you didn't notice was playing. It's strangely soothing, and like magic, your thoughts go away — you're in the present again, inside his Chevrolet Spark for the second time (and sober).

No, I’m not! You stupid, bitter love guru! Is what you want to answer.

"Oh, no. It's okay,” is what you actually answer. For some reason, you feel small now. Like a shy girl talking to her senior at school.

Jimin nods, still looking ahead. You see from the corner of your eye he briefly grips the steering wheel tighter before he exhales a deep breath of air.

"She’s Kim Yeonhee," he says."You actually met her at the club. Don't you remember?"

Honestly, you weren't expecting him to say anything about what happened earlier. You's soft enough to consider yourself his new friend, but you're also not so sure he feels the same about you — and you're not dumb, you know he keeps you at an arm's length.

You can't help but think about his words. If she’s the person he says she is, then he really doesn't know a thing about love — because you’re more than sure Kim Yeonhee sees him as more than a friend.

"Ah… It was dark. Couldn't see her face.” As innocent as you can be, you add lowly: “and she was being kinda suspicious too."

Jimin's eyes jump from the street to you, and back to the street again.

"What do you mean?"

"That she’s into you, love guru."

"What?" You think that maybe he's mocking you, but find nothing other than curiosity in his voice. Maybe surprise that you noticed it in the first place.

"For a love guru, you’re really bad at acknowledging people’s feelings."

Silence installs, but it's not uncomfortable. It feels like it's part of the conversation and Jimin really looks like he's considering what you said. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, lips forming the smallest of pouts, head tilting to the side.

"Ah, no. We’re friends, workmates. Also, can you stop calling me that?"

"Are you really reducing her from friend to workmate now that you realize I am right? And no." You manage to get a little laugh out of him, although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Jimin clears his throat. "Do you feel the same about her?"

Out of all the things you're not expecting, his answer is maybe top #1. “No. And she knows that. I don't know why she insists when I told her I wasn't ready."

Wait, he actually knew? And told her he wasn't interested? That’s some hot tea…

"Why did you act like you didn't know?!"

"Because this way maybe she’d realize we’d never be more than friends? I don't know either. I try to not make this situation an uncomfortable situation."

“Do you realize you’re making this situation an uncomfortable situation by trying to not make this situation an uncomfortable situation anyway?” You tilt your head. “It cost me my favorite white blouse!”

Jimin breathes deeply before gripping the steering wheel with two hands. “I also wasn't waiting for her to act like that. I’ll talk to her if it makes you feel better.”

“Well, if you insist, it really does.”

The car stops right in front of your small apartment building, but before you can thank him for the ride, Jimin comes out of the car (in the rain!) and goes to the back of his car, grabbing an umbrella and opening it, walking to your side of the car.

"Oh... Oh? What is it? What is he– oh no. Heart. Stop doing that." Your hand covers your chest right where your heart is, leaping in unfamiliar euphoria. "Whyyyyy? Why is he being so cute– wait, what? No! He’s not cute. He's silly. Yes. He’s silly and bitter and a terrible love guru."

The door opens interrupting your monologue, and you gulp down seeing Jimin standing tall there, holding the umbrella and waiting for you to come out.

Coming out of that car seems like an Olympic sport to you all of a sudden your legs turn into jello, incapable of supporting the weight of your body. You feel your foot twist on the wet pavement and you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the fall into the puddle right under you.

The fall never happens.

Jimin is fast enough to wrap up his arm around you before you feel the wave of embarrassment reduce you into an Oompa Loompa in front of him. His breath is fanning your face and you can smell xylitol. Mint xylitol, your favorite. You're still haphazardly wrapped in his arm, and if not for his hand clasping your waist and helping you on getting straight up again, you'd be still frozen in the same position.

Opening your eyes, you can't tell how many seconds or minutes pass as, for a barely-there distance between you two since you're sharing that same small umbrella he keeps in his trunk, you're so close you can see every color change in his irises.

"T-thanks!"

He nods and smiles, seemingly unaffected. "It's okay. Go inside, it's getting cold."

— Feedback is always appreciated!

[jimilter-recs]

NANAAAA 🥺 ngl, i was beginning to believe you dropped this idea, packed your stuff and moved to mars 😔

this was a delighT!!! the teasing these teasers do is getting worse – or better, if someone's into that (i am 🙋🏽‍♀️ i'm loving this!!!) – and the anticipation has climbed uPPP!

jimin being a terrible love guru but still being terribly cute is hilariously perfect, and i can totally relate to oc 😔🤝 be KALM dear heart, he literally juSt told u abt a girl he rejected :(

ahhh can't wait for the fic, babe!!! good luck <333

wait! as a good luck charm, a gif from what's your number? bec i honestly have no business being as obsessed w that movie as i am:

AAAAA 😭😭😭🤌❤️‍🔥

[astralmono]

Paper Hearts | KNJ

Rating: General Word Count: 8.8k+words Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, ft. Hoseok Genre: co-working idiots to lovers, fluff, humor

Summary: When Hoseok has grown tired of silently watching the two dense idiots who can’t flirt for shit, he takes matters into his own hands. Good thing there’s a nook on the internet that anyone can upload their writing under an alias. Thinking that none of his friends will ever read it, he named his characters Namjoon and Y/N. ( kofisips masterlist )

Warnings: a bit of sexual innuendo in some of hobi's writing, mutual pining but don't blame them they're just idiots, hobi carrying this fic

“I can’t–I can’t deal with this shit anymore,” Hoseok ruffled his hair aggressively, ”All this exhausting effort for nothing.”

Everyone in the office knows that you and Namjoon liked each other but none of you made a move.

The few moments you’ve only spent with Namjoon were during work whenever he would ask you to throw in some ad-libs on the mix. Usually, you’re more than happy every time he hits you up about it so you always agree instantly. However, most of your interactions only had to do with work.

Initially, you wanted to be a recording artist but you were too awkward to try and force yourself to smile for the camera, let alone interacting with other people you’ve only met for the first time. A superstar’s work wasn’t for you or so you thought. Besides, you were always someone who took things with a grain of salt. Which is why you think being a producer is perfect for you because you can do the things that you enjoyed doing silently.

Producing is more than listening to layers of sound and cleaning your ears – it was tedious, draining, and demanded a lot of attention and time to work on. Sometimes, when they need backup vocals or ad-libs in the mix, you get to sing like a recording artist would inside the booth. It was good compensation for the dream you thought you’ve always wanted.

You always dreaded editing everything all on your own. Thankfully, Namjoon was always there to help you out.

Namjoon’s work ethic is unmatched, which is why it’s a no-brainer when you find yourself developing a massive liking for him. He is such a perfectionist when it came to his output; He always wanted to deliver the work that satisfied his standards.

When it comes to mixing, he was your complete opposite – Namjoon loved working it all on his own and editing everything from scratch. He loved how layers of various sounds could create melodies that brought comfort or attributed to a specific memory in a person’s life.

For the longest time, all Hoseok wanted to do was to bring you and Namjoon closer together and eventually, if he succeeds, finally date each other. He had thought of a series of master plans from A to Z saved on his notes – with the title ‘Hoseok’s Brilliant Ideas.’ Sadly, most of his attempts have failed miserably.

The reason why he would go through all these efforts of trying to get the two of you to date stemmed from him simply being a hopeless romantic.

Plan A: Slow introduction.

He started it by trying to have the three of you hang out in the studio whenever artists under Min Labels had to do their recordings. Hoseok knew extending hours at work wasn’t fun so he made sure you and Namjoon would get comfortable with each other first.

Plan A is supposed to work especially when you and Namjoon are both too awkward for your own good. You would blush profusely whenever he was nearby while he remained silent throughout the whole recording and mixing, heart pacing because you watched him edit the channels.

Fast forward to multiple all-nighters at the studio planned by Hoseok, you gradually grew comfortable with each other. As Hoseok looked at the both of you through his peripheral, he stifled a smile and thought, ‘Plan A: Success.’

Plan K: Bailout at the last minute.

The best way to get to know someone is by spending time with them. Alone. And so, Hoseok did just that. He begged both of you to come with him to the movies on a Sunday. Even said that he had always wanted to see this version of the new Spiderman movie.

When you and Namjoon have finally arrived at the theater, there are no signs of Hoseok anywhere. Like the genius he thinks he is, he made a fake excuse and said his dog gave birth when he never owned one, to begin with.

The next day, he giddily asked Namjoon about what had happened, “How was Tom Holland as the new Spiderman?”

Namjoon’s eyes squinted as he pondered about the whole movie experience. After some time of thinking, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered a quick hum, “Eh, it was okay. His villains aren’t anything grand unlike the others.”

Hoseok’s lips puckered, brows arching as he nodded his head to look like he was interested, “If that’s the case then I’m glad I didn’t watch it.” He chuckled fakely, “So, what did you guys do after the movies?”

“Oh we–uhm–uh,” Namjoon adjusted the crew of his shirt, “We ate popcorn.”

"Popcorn." Hoseok nodded slowly with a huge grin, “Okay, good, good. What else?”

“Then we went home,” both men blinked at each other silently for a brief moment before Namjoon decided to change the topic, “How’s your dog by the way?”

“Ah, yeah, she’s doing fine. The puppies were cute,” Hoseok broke a sweat when suddenly remembered his lie. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t ask for pictures because he didn’t have a random photo off of google saved on his phone.

Plan Z: ⚠️ USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY ⚠️

‘This is bad,’ Hoseok thought as he listened to you talk about this one date your friend had set you up.

Last week, your friend Mina introduced you to one of her friends from work. The date wasn’t too grand neither was it bad. It’s just that the two of you didn’t have much to talk about – you didn’t share the same interests nor were both of you on the same page.

Benefit of the doubt, you still agreed to go on a second date with him. In all fairness, he was persistent with trying to shoot his shots at you. You weren’t particularly fond of how he was all over you, but you did appreciate his efforts nonetheless.

“Love bombing is another form of abuse, Y/N,” Namjoon’s brows were knitted together, not too happy about this guy you were currently seeing.

“Maybe he’s just…affectionate?” You slowly shrugged with hesitation, unsure if it was the right term or if focusing on his good qualities instead was a reach.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon sighed and turned back to his computer with a frown.

After that day, distance suddenly grew between the both of you.

Hoseok was so frustrated over the fact that he had worked so hard in trying to make them friends, but now, it looks like both of you have gone back to simply being colleagues again.

This shouldn’t be his problem anymore, but he can’t help but feel so much anguish that the two best idiots he oh so wanted to be together can never flirt with each other like a regular person normally would – Namjoon liked to tip his toes around you while you always tried to keep a straight face, yet you still stole glances at him.

‘They’re hopeless,’ Hoseok internally panicked but pretended to just go on with writing the lyrics to one of the label’s artists, Jeon Jungkook, who's about to have his comeback.

He tried to think of the right words that would match the emotions and Jungkook’s voice but nothing came to mind. He even gave himself an hour of a nap when he got home but still, there was nothing. The only hope he finds in search of inspiration came in the form of a website – writeit.com.

Before being a full-time songwriter, Hoseok used to do creative writing work for fun. As a teen, he used to write alternate stories about the movies that awed him, sometimes even books he enjoyed reading. In his spare time, just to stay in touch with his hobbies, he revisits his old writeit.com account and reads all his all-time favorite bookmarked stories; and today was one of those days.

Scrolling through the updated website’s interface, his eyes widened at the new features, “Oh, cool! They’re posting original novels now.”

Just as he clicked on the suggested story, an idea suddenly entered – If he can’t make the both of you realize it, he’ll just give you the ending you deserve through writing.

It seemed like a good idea, perfect even. However, he struggled to think of what kind of genre fit the story he had in mind. Slice of life is a huge giveaway, given that this is already real life. Making it angst is like going through the hell of his failed plans all over again.

He passed through a list of genres the website had categorized in alphabetical order until he finally found something that he thinks is exciting to write.

“Enemies to lovers? Spy versus Kingpin? Sounds pretty interesting,” he smirked.

It’s funny how he had quickly outlined the story within minutes instead of working on Jungkook’s songs. He even went to the extent of studying other writers’ formats; taking notes on how they listed their warnings, ratings, and genre. He also noticed how people did their stories differently now compared to the stories he had read before. Regardless, he had the time of his life plotting the story under the tips of his fingers.

After he had finally set out his ideas, he froze as soon as he got to the part where he had to think of his characters’ names.

He watched the text cursor blink for a while. With brows furrowed, he debated whether or not to use any name that had a nice ring or just go with your real names; until he settled with the latter.

“It’s not like they’ll find it,” he snickered as he typed ‘Namjoon’ and ‘Y/N.’

His rekindled relationship with his old hobby kept him preoccupied. The sound of his keyboard keys clicking aired through the room; as he read the story aloud in between his typing, “At the age…of twenty – five? Or eight? Yeah, Eight’s better – twenty eight…Park Namjoon…became the CEO…of Park…Intellect…Security Agency – there, perfect!”

After 3 weeks of continuously going through the first chapter of his series, he called ‘Over Those Hills,’ Hoseok cracked his knuckles with a shit-eating grin that reached up to his eyes. The mouse’s cursor hovered over the ‘Post’ button; and with a deep breath that he held in for a while, he finally clicked it with one eye closed.

It was purely made for fun at first but the next thing he knew, he had garnered 500k reads in less than 2 months of posting the first chapter. His readers’ comments flooded his notifications, begging for him to post the next chapter.

He originally intended to write whenever he felt like it, but since he got himself a huge readership and following, he decided to continue with it as regularly as he could...without getting caught, of course.

Over Those Hills by wordsofhope Summary: Namjoon was given a chance to leap through every time loop just to be with Y/N. The catch? No matter how many lifetimes he has gone through, they always meet under ugly circumstances. Rating: Mature? idk. Genre: parallel universe, idiots to lovers (why can’t they just date already?) A/N: Hey guys! I can’t believe that this series got 500k reads! Thank you so much ㅠㅠ Stay tuned of what happens next to Namjoon and Y/N’s story, okay?

Everything was going well for his fiction writing career except for one thing – ever since he started writing about the two of you, he can’t look at you or Namjoon straight anymore. He became more shifty and always in a panic.

It only grew even more when he opened up commissions on some chapters when one of the requests he would frequently get is to write a smut.

“I don’t wanna sexualize them like that,” he frowned, knowing that he wasn’t even sure if he could write one when it was a fluff-centric story.

Other than that, he doesn’t even know what smut means – he only knows ‘mature’ for a rating because that was one of the five tags the website only had 7 years ago.

There was only one person he could ask about it; Someone who is a voracious reader and well-versed with terminology – it was Namjoon.

‘Am I really asking him something about his story?’

If Hoseok’s life was written fiction, this would have to be his story’s conflict.

“Hey, man,” he patted Namjoon's shoulder lightly, making him earn a nod from him in return.

“What’s up?” He was hesitant to answer him but Namjoon had figured it out already, “Need help with work again, don’t you?”

Hoseok shyly nodded, “Yeah, actually, I do.”

“Having a hard time with the JJK mixtape?” he shook his head, making Namjoon lift a brow, “Oh, if that’s not it then what is it?”

He scratched his head while thinking of ways on how he’d word it out properly, “Okay, I just–I don’t know how to ask you this but,” He took a very deep breath, then heaved it out with his whole chest, “–do you know what ‘smut’ means?”

Namjoon stared blankly at an anxious Hoseok who waited for his reply, “...I’m sorry– a what?”

“A smut…?” Hoseok slowly sunk his body to his office chair.

“Porn,” Namjoon mumbled while avoiding his friend's eyes but Hoseok didn’t catch what he said.

“Sorry, what was that?” Hoseok asked with squinted eyes, trying to read Namjoon’s lips.

Namjoon shut his eyes tightly, “It’s porn written in text.”

Hoseok’s ears turned red while Namjoon’s eyes shifted everywhere, checking if anyone had heard him but thankfully, no one did.

‘I shouldn’t have asked, this is hella awkward,’ Hoseok mentally curled in a ball, cringing at himself for even asking such a thing when he finally realized he could’ve just googled it instead.

It’s been a while since Namjoon had time for himself.

Whenever his schedule permits, he visits galleries or spends half of his day in a cafe while reading a book that had sat far too long on his list of things to read. Loving your job is one thing but enjoying your alone time that’s not related to work is another.

Today is his first time trying out the new cafe that had just opened near his apartment. The ambiance screamed for him – it was perfect! He liked how it was rustic with a good balance of modern, but not too intimidating to stay. The best part of it was they have a reading section where customers can read books off the shelves.

He made his way to the counter and greeted the barista warmly, “Hello, one iced americano and a croissant, please.”

She returned an equally warm smile at him as she punched his orders, “Okay, what size for your drink?”

“Large. I’m planning to stay longer,” she nodded.

“Will that be all?” He nodded, handing his card for her to swipe, “Your name, please?”

“Namjoon,” the barista’s eyes grew wide. On the other hand, Namjoon looked at her with so much confusion and worry, “Are you okay?”

She nodded her head and flailed her hands to fan herself, “No way! Someone’s actually named Namjoon? I thought Over Those Hills’ Namjoon was the only one to have such a name!”

Namjoon’s brows knitted as he slowly shook his head, “Uhm– not really? It’s a pretty common name as far as I know.”

The barista’s lips parted in shock, “What? It is? I thought the book’s author made it up?”

He thought she was – what do you call it? – unusual to put it nicely, but he still chuckled at her reaction, “Yeah, I’m guessing that’s your comfort book for you to gush over the characters like that.”

She giggled while nodding at him, “It is! Wordsbyhope is such an amazing writer.”

3 hours have gone by but Namjoon can’t seem to focus on the book he was reading and the moisture of the iced americano he had ordered earlier had started to pool on his table already.

He frowned, annoyed with himself; ever since the barista had recommended her favorite book, he had grown intrigued by it. He hates it whenever it happens – he reads a book, puts it down, then goes on to read something else more interesting.

Assuming that the cafe carried it in their bookshelf, he scanned the shelves one by one but it wasn’t there. ‘Maybe it’s hard to find?’ he thought.

Going back to his table, he pulled out his phone and looked for a certain 'Over Those Hills' in hopes he’d find a reseller who carried it on hand. After a few seconds, he tapped on the first link that redirected him to wordsofhope’s list of works.

“Namjoon and Y/N?” he chuckled. As he read through the warnings and other story notes, his eyes shockingly grew wide at the word count per chapter, “35k!? There’s no way in hell I’m reading all 50 chapters of this!”

The next thing he knows, he’s shedding tears and laughing hysterically at every scene and dialogue of every chapter he has read.

He was so invested with the series, he even made an account to follow the author to get notified every time they decided to update the story. Surprisingly, after hesitating to read all the posted chapters, he had already gone through half of it already.

Just as he finished chapter 35, there was an alert that the author had posted an announcement on his page:

Posted by: wordsofhope Message Board: Hey guys, I’m opening my “request a chapter” commission again. I’m letting you decide how Namjoon and Y/N’s story goes for Chapter 51! I’ll be linking down my comms page in case you’re interested. As always, I’ll only accept one request. Thanks!

“That’s so stupid and exploitative; why would you let someone commission you for a chapter just because you’re running out of ideas?” His forehead creased at the post yet, he still tapped on the link. It was so crazy to him that the author only charged what was considered as underpaid for a commission when their writing is so engaging, “For 2-cents only? If I were them, I wouldn’t write shit this good for free.”

As it turns out, the supporters were beyond happy that the author had delivered their requests just the way they imagined it – sometimes, even exceeding their expectations. One of the supporter’s feedback wrote: Thank you, wordsofhope for that wonderful update! It’s like you went inside my head and put it all in beautifully written words (I’m gonna cry, seriously). I hope you try writing smut next.

Funnily enough, he didn’t just pay the author 2-cents for a chapter. He did something bigger, maybe even better – Namjoon tipped wordsofhope $50 for a fluffy update on Chapter 51 of Over Those Hills.

Was it exploitation in the form of entertainment? Probably. Will he get the most out of what he paid? He’ll make sure of it and so he did. He typed in his request in detail.

Namjoon sighed, “I should really stop reacting if I'm eating my words anyway.”

Hoseok’s eyes bulged and looked like they would pop out of its sockets anytime now, “Fifty-fucking-dollars!? Who the fuck is this user? Rkive? Oh, nice. Well rkive, you’re crazy I'll tell you that!”

This was something he never expected. Usually, he’d let $1 or $2 at maximum slide but $50 was too much money for one post. If this were any other writer, they’d be more than happy to accept it in a heartbeat. However, Hoseok thought it was absurd when there were a lot of writers on the website who wrote stories far better than his. If anything, they were the ones who deserved this kind of tip.

He doesn’t want to sound ungrateful about it; it’s just that he wasn’t confident if he could deliver a chapter that was worth paying for that amount of money.

At first, he wanted to click the ‘decline offer’ button. As soon as he read the request’s note, his heart softened instantly.

Offer Request: rkive has tipped you $50! Message: Hello, wordsofhope. I’m a new reader who just found your story from a barista. If ever you accept my tip, I’d like to request for a fluff update on the 51st chapter. I don’t really know how to describe it but, maybe a scene where Namjoon sees Y/N in a room full of people or something like that. I don’t really write so I wouldn’t know. Your series made me think of someone I really like but can’t bring myself to tell her that. I hope you can channel my feelings through your writing. I’m also sure you’ll give it justice. Thank you in advance :) -rkive

Hoseok sighed. There is no way he’s declining something as heartfelt as this; he had accepted numerous tips and requests but, this was the first time a reader had told him something like this, “Whatever expectation this rkive has, I hope he lowers them.”

It would be a shame to let this supporter down so he made sure to write it as best as he can. He thought of the instances when either yours or Namjoon’s eyes would light up as soon as the other entered the room. Hoseok smiled as soon as he found the opening words to the new chapter.

“Namjoon entered the hall’s heavy double doors, wearing a suit and tie that fitted him well – okay, pretty good – His eyes scanned through the hall until his gaze landed on something…rather, someone–Nice, nice,” Hoseok proofread his work aloud, not even sipping the coffee that he’s holding, “There she was, standing in her black backless dress – does that sound sexy? I don’t know – her eyes met his dark orbs. When she smiled at him, he realized he had just lost a game he has never played – fucking brilliant!”

He typed his author’s note with a big smile, hoping the supporter who requested this chapter enjoyed reading it as much as he had fun writing it.

Author’s Note: This chapter has been requested by rkive! I hope you liked it (but if you didn’t, let me know so I can send back your refund)

“Oh boy, I just know rkive’s gonna love this cliche scene,” after double checking if he had missed out some words or punctuations marks, he scheduled the chapter and called it a night.

Five weeks had passed but sadly, there were still no notifications of the author updating the story.

Namjoon almost lost hope and even thought that he had been ripped off of $50. He just went on with his work and continued checking if the signal flow was good enough, then adjusted the channels once again on parts he wasn’t too happy with it. From time to time, he would check his phone for any alerts – still, he got nothing.

Hoseok tiredly walked into the studio, carrying his laptop with one hand while the other holding a folder. The heavy bags under his eyes gave it away that he had missed a couple of nights of sleep from writing songs and stories. Namjoon craned his neck to greet him but was taken aback by Hoseok’s weary state.

His gaze followed Hoseok, who lazily threw himself on the couch, burying his face and mentally begged for an hour of sleep, “Wow, you look like shit. Rough day?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he says but, it sounded muffled, “I badly need coffee right now.”

“If you’re paying for mine then, I might go with you,” Namjoon snickered.

Hoseok lifted his head only to roll his eyes, “Fine, it’s on me. You’re lucky my freelance money came in.”

'Freelance money my ass,' he thought to himself.

Namjoon’s was floored at the sudden offer. He slowly clapped his hands while his mouth formed an ‘o,’ surprised that Hoseok was feeling generous today.

'Not me paying him with coffee instead of royalties for using his name,’ was all Hoseok thought about on the way to the coffee shop right around their building’s corner.

While they were waiting for their sandwiches to arrive, Namjoon’s phone finally lit up with the notification he had been waiting for the past weeks.

He hurriedly opened the story’s page and proceeded to read his highly anticipated commissioned chapter. Meanwhile, Hoseok lifted a brow as he watched Namjoon smiling widely at his phone.

“Really? Flirting in front of my latte?” he frowned.

Namjoon chuckled, “I’m not flirting with anyone. I'm reading.”

Hoseok’s brows shot up with excitement, “Oh cool, you’re back to reading again. What book is that?”

Namjoon’s gaze went back and forth between his phone and Hoseok, who was waiting for his answer, “It’s–I–uh, it’s not really a book but kinda like that, if that makes sense?”

He watched Hoseok’s eyes squint as he tried to guess, “So a PDF?”

He shook his head hesitantly, “Kind of but not quite.”

Hoseok ran his fingers through his soft hair, then scratched the back of his head, “Can you just show me what it is instead of making me guess?”

Namjoon sighed and hung his head low. There’s no way of getting out of Hoseok’s insistence at this point when he is also an avid reader himself.

He reluctantly handed his phone to him, which he quickly snatched away from his hands, very excited to read if the synopsis would pique his interest or not.

“Don’t judge me, alright? It’s a good read so your opinion doesn’t matter unless you’ve read it,” Namjoon utters under his breath as he slumped his back to his seat.

“Calm down, I won’t,” Hoseok chuckled.

Much to Hoseok's horror, his smile faltered as soon as he read ‘Over Those Hills by wordsbyhope.’ There was nothing negative he could say about what he was reading when he wrote it himself.

He’s doomed – not yet but, technically, he also is.

He wanted to scream and bawl in the middle of the cafe right at that moment. All along, he thought the odds of either you or Namjoon finding his stories were at zero. Unfortunately, the universe thinks it’s such a good prank to let his story find its way to it's main characters.

“See? You’re judging me and my taste based on what I’m reading,” Namjoon frowned.

“I–uh–no, it’s…it’s interesting–yeah,” Hoseok stammered through his words, “Uhm I need to go to the restroom, be right back!”

He took long strides, almost sprinting, to the men’s restroom to calm himself down in one of the cubicles inside. Pacing in circles inside the small space he was in, Hoseok nervously bit on his fingernails while his heart pounded wildly against his chest.

When he had grown dizzy from all the pacing he did, he leaned against the wall with both hands on his head, “Holy fucking shit, there’s no way this is happening right now!”

Namjoon waited for him to come back but he was taking too long. Growing bored while waiting for his friend, he decided to check the restroom and see if he was okay.

As soon as he got in, there was no sign of Hoseok near the sink or the urinals so he assumed he was in one of the cubicles.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon gently called out with a tad of worry lacing his voice.

Hoseok’s body jolted in surprise at the sound of his voice, “Y-yeah?”

“You okay, man?” Namjoon’s brows knitted together, hoping he was alright inside. “Are you sick?”

Hoseok felt like he was going to pass out anytime; he was breaking out in cold sweats and his body shivered as if he was sick from a fever of some sort, “I–uh–go away, Namjoon! I have…I have diarrhea – Yeah, that’s right – please, j-just wait for me outside and let me shit in peace!”

Namjoon hysterically laughed as he pinched his nose in case the weft of Hoseok's bowel movement entered his airways, “Okay, come out whenever you’re ready.”

Your brother, Taehyung, was very keen for you to meet his new girlfriend. You wished you could roll your eyes at him, but unfortunately, you couldn’t when the girl sitting across from you was so nice.

This has been the sixth time this year that you’re meeting a new girl he had started dating (again) so, you had to put on your best sister facade. You weren’t sure if he just fell in love too fast or was he simply went through women like tissue. Regardless, you were happy as long as he was.

“Soyeon, this is my sister, Y/N." He deadpans at you with a look you knew, "Y/N, this is my girlfriend.”

Taehyung tried to be calm while his darting eyes sent telepathic signals that pleaded: ‘Please, be nice’ which you got right away.

“Hi Soyeo–”

“I can’t believe it! Your name’s really Y/N!” Your eyes grew in surprise when she squealed. Taehyung, on the other hand, winced as he covered his right ear with a finger.

“I–yeah, why? Is there a...problem with my name?” You awkwardly chuckled.

“No, it’s just that I'm reading this series called ‘Over Those Hills’ and I met a customer who shared the same name as one of the main characters and now I met you! This is crazy!” Her excitement burst so much, you and Taehyung had exchanged fake smiles.

From under the table, you and Taehyung were exchanging messages. Both of you tried your best to type accurately without even looking down at your screens. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had done it. However, secretly talking about people in front of them wasn’t nice but, they didn't have a choice.

Y/N: gf's crazy [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: ur being mean rn [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: she’s not crazy just weird [2:34 PM]

Taehyung: I think [2:34 PM]

Y/N: bye bye time me thinks [2:35 PM]

Taehyung: shut up lol [2:35 PM]

Taehyung: but facts tho [2:35 PM]

You tilted your head to the side while squinting your eyes, “I’m sorry, what’s crazy? And why?”

“Because!" Soyeon exasperated. "One of the lead’s love interest is also named Y/N!” Your brows shot up when you finally understood why.

“Funny coincidence?” you chuckled.

“You should try reading it on writeit.com! It’s by wordsbyhope and his stories never miss!” You thought her reaction was cute, albeit weird, but still cute.

By the time you got home, you opened your laptop to look for this story that got Soyeon excited.

You’ve never met anyone who shared the same name as yours; when you were a young girl, you were also bummed out when you couldn’t find any ‘Y/N’ on the keychains that had names written on them. It’s not that you’re interested in reading it; you just wanted to see your name written on something else just for kicks.

When the first link that came up redirected you to a story titled ‘Over Those Hills,’ your eyes quickly looked for your name as you skimmed through the other notes the author had put up about the story. You smiled when you finally found your name, then froze in your seat when you read ‘Namjoon’ beside it.

“...Namjoon?” you blushed at the thought of you and him in a story.

Chances like this aren’t highly possible for it to likely happen, and funnily enough, your disinterest has now turned into curiosity as you clicked on to read the rest of the story.

“Taehyung’s girlfriend was right – this is crazy.”

Unlike Namjoon and Hoseok, you weren’t that much into reading unless you’re interested in it. The only things your short attention span can go through are: articles posted online since the reading time was shorter compared to a book.

It was an emotional roller coaster ride as you read your way through the chapters; you felt the warm sense of love the characters did for each other and cried at the chapters that were written with angst.

You have grown so imbued with the series, you decided to make an account just so you can leave your reactions at the chapters that you liked the most. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to support the story’s writer, you didn’t want to spend money on a chapter request. Instead, you left comments that were heartfelt and very appreciative.

justwannalook says: I love how Y/N’s constantly growing as the book progresses! Though she isn't real, I'm rooting for her. wordsbyhope replied: Thanks for your kind words! Glad that you enjoyed reading it <3

Every chapter was so good, you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the rest of it until you’d gotten to the most recent chapter that was posted.

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly inside your stomach while your heartbeat felt like it could crush a rib from the erratic pounding it did inside your chest.

“This is so cute! I wonder what it feels like to be looked like that,” you giggled like a high schooler until you’ve finished reading the chapter.

You rarely rave about something that you’ve read through on rare occasions like this, you tend to get carried away as you raved about the story. It’s great that the label had given you some time off on one of their artists’ mixtapes so, what better way of letting your excitement flow than telling an avid reader about it – you message Namjoon.

Y/N: If you told me reading was fun then I would’ve started reading a long time ago [7:20 PM]

Namjoon: lol that’s what I’ve been telling you [7:20 PM]

Namjoon: What book are you reading? [7:20 PM]

Y/N: It’s not really a book but it’s called Over Those Hills [7:21 PM]

Namjoon: No way! I love that series! [7:21 PM]

Y/N: So you’ve read it? I was just about to recommend it to you! [7:22 PM]

Namjoon: Hehe sorry I beat you to it. What are your favorite chapters? [7:22 PM]

Y/N: I think chapters 8, 13, and the 51. What’s yours? [7:23 PM]

Namjoon bit his inner cheek, contemplating whether or not to tell he liked the recent one as well when he paid for it. Not to mention how weird it was for the both of you to talk about a story when it used your names. Regardless, he did enjoy a good book discussion so, he just typed in a different chapter.

Namjoon: I like chapter 32 but my fave is also 51 :) [7:23 PM]

Y/N: I really thought my brother’s girlfriend was crazy when she told me about it [7:24 PM]

Namjoon: Same with the barista that served me. Guess the series’ pretty popular? [7:24 PM]

Y/N: Yeah, looks like it but I can see why [7:25 PM]

The smile that was plastered on your face reached up to your eyes; you were more than happy to have someone to talk to about things that excited you.

The last guy you dated never thought twice of letting you know how uninterested he was whenever you would show him something that excited you. Growing tired of being belittled every day, you decided to end things with him.

Namjoon was right when he said love bombing is another form of an abusive relationship. You wished you had listened to him sooner but, at the end of the day, you don’t regret anything that once made you feel happy.

The day you had told Namjoon about your breakup, he reassured you that you weren’t the problem and you were smart to get out of it as soon as you did. You were also supposed to let Hoseok know but, he was getting busier these days until you’ve completely forgotten about it already.

Hoseok had opened another chapter commission since the comments were filled with requests to open another one.

He rarely does these things as he felt it was ripping off someone else’s ideas and getting money out of it. On the contrary, it was a great way of connecting with his readers – who had spent copious hours reading his works – to the story so he digressed the idea.

“I really need to put up a ‘No Smut’ sign,” he heaved a sigh as he read a supporter’s $3 offered tip.

He wasn’t keen on reading the genre nor was he very experienced with having sex. He had only done it with his past partners exclusively. Not to mention it has been a while since he had been in a relationship.

Seeming that he was at a dead-end and running out of ideas for fluff and angst, he finally gave in but with a person in mind to help him. Someone who was well versed in taking women to bed. Someone who kept him up all night from the loud moans next door – Park Jimin was his guy.

‘Good luck to me. I hope he doesn’t find it weird that I’m asking for his help,’ he thought as he knocked on Jimin’s unit, clutching his laptop close to his chest with clammy hands.

Within seconds, Jimin opened the door and looked at him with all smiles, “Hey, hyung. What’s up?”

Unlike the other neighbors in the complex, Jimin was the friendliest tenant that lived around. He fondly remembers how he offered to help him carry all his things when he first moved in, making Jimin his first friend in the area. The noises that came from his unit annoyed the hell out of Hoseok but he just lets it pass because there’s no way you can hate someone who’s genuinely nice.

“I– yeah, kinda. I'm writing something,” Hoseok nervously chuckled, “I hope you don’t find it weird.”

Jimin’s brows shot up then knitted together, “Well, writing requires a lot of imagination and experience. Of course, I'll help you!” He lit up at Jimin’s response, “Come in, I’ll grab you a beer while we work on it.”

Jimin’s unit screamed so much of his personality the same as Hoseok’s unit did.

They sat comfortably in his living room, sitting across from each other while drinking their beers. As soon as Hoseok had asked him if he could help him brainstorm about how to write smut, Jimin spat his beer out.

“Why are you asking me that?” At this, Hoseok was so ready to retort.

“Because you keep the neighbors up all night with all the loud moans,” Jimin’s face turned red in embarrassment. He looked away with narrowed eyes as he brought a hand all over his face.

“Fine, how can this community dick help you?” He sarcastically smiled, making Hoseok laugh.

“How do you–uh, get things going on?” Hoseok deflated in his seat out of embarrassment.

“Elaborate,” Jimin chuckled, obviously teasing.

“How do you…start it or whatever happens in between?” Hoseok sighed defeatedly, thinking if he should just refund the tip, “I don’t really write things like this but, it’s already been paid for so…”

Jimin grinned at him, seeming to have found a way he could sort out his neighbor’s writing slump, “Okay, I’ll tell you how I usually do it. You can just write it down the exact same way or twist it a little bit. Your call.”

Hoseok listened intently as Jimin went into full detail on how things usually go. He clearly emphasized the importance of building up anticipation and why it was essential before having sex. He also elaborated on the do’s and don'ts of having sex until he had the time of his life when he explained the different kinds of sexual positions women usually enjoyed whenever he did it on them.

All throughout the back and forth throwing of questions, Hoseok blushed every shade of red there was on the color wheel. Jimin found it amusing how a writer who had probably been exposed to various materials was still uncomfortable with the taboo topics. Unlike Hoseok, he was always open to a lot of things he could try. Thankfully, he was available today to help him with his writing.

It was already midnight by the time Hoseok had finished writing the smut scene. Heaving a deep sigh, he tiredly slumped his body on Jimin’s floor, “I set myself up with this request.”

Jimin lightly tapped on Hoseok’s leg, “Get up and read it out loud, I’ll be in the kitchen listening.”

He lifted his head as his eyes followed Jimin, who made his way to the refrigerator to pull a few ingredients out. Jimin’s help was a surefire upgrade to his style of writing. For that, he was thankful for his help.

Finally sitting up, his eyes followed the cursor as he read the part, “It must be the alcohol in his system that gave him the courage to pull her back against his chest. Slowly snaking his arm around her waist, his other hand moved her hair to the side.”

Jimin hummed with approval, “Okay, good.”

“‘Why do you always walk away from me?’ Namjoon asked as he breathed her scent in, his lips tracing the outline of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine – Jimin, this is nasty as shit!” Hoseok groaned out frustratingly while Jimin only rolled his eyes at him.

“What do you mean? The anticipation is perfect,” Jimin looked at him with both hands on his waist, “Go on, hyung.”

Hoseok sighed when he got to the actual smut, “I can’t believe I wrote this – He held both of her hands over her head, slowly lifting the hem of her dress – oh my god! – Namjoon smirked smugly, ‘I could get used to this view’ – that’s so out of character for him!”

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose from all of Hoseok’s side comments, “Listen, your series’ timeline doesn’t even matter when they’re jumping from one lifetime to another. Stephen Hawking even said you’re not the same person right now compared to the parallel universe version of yourself.”

Jimin was right. He enjoyed writing the story so much was that he had a lot of creative freedom in writing whatever he wanted to give the characters – which was usually the complete opposite of how both Namjoon and you were in real life. Though Jimin was too honest with his words, he immensely appreciated it.

“Looks like this chapter’s good to go,” Jimin grinned.

Hoseok pouted, slowly nodding his head, “I hope so. Thanks for the help, Jimin.”

When Hoseok had finally put the story up for reading, the first thing that you read on the chapter warning was the word ‘smut.’ Your eyes grew wide, unsure if you should read it or not.

No matter how good the series was, there’s no denying it was weird that you and Namjoon shared the same names as the characters. It was written in so much detail that it felt like the two of you were actually doing it even if you weren’t.

You blushed deeply as you anxiously read the chapter, only to blush even more at the smut scene. Never in a million years have you imagined having sex with Namjoon even if you had the biggest, fattest crush on him. However, it would be a lie to say that Chapter 54 wasn’t good – It was excellent.

Having enjoyed this part, you quickly went to the comments section to leave your satisfied review about it. As soon as you clicked the ‘Send Comment’ button, one comment from a user that went by ‘parkjm’ caught your eye.

“Wait what!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, making your neighbors whip their heads in your house’s direction.

Meanwhile, Namjoon bit on his fingernails as he apprehensively read every word in the current update. The chapter was about two spies falling in love but resisting the urge to be together. It wasn’t something new but the way the author had written it with enemies to lovers in mind was mind-blowing.

"Oh god, that’s wild," his eyes grew wider and wider as soon as he read the steamy scene.

There was nothing intelligent Namjoon could say – at best, he thinks he forgot how to think or speak at this point. When he finished reading it, he decided to leave his appreciation for doing well on their first smut.

Hoseok scrolls through the comments and rating with a smile. The feedback from his readers were great, and Jimin's comment of support surely made it ten times better.

Parkjm commented: Hyung, this chapter is amazing! Let me know if you need my help again on writing the smuts next time *wink* #HoseokTopTierWriter

However, as soon as he scrolled further into the comments section, the thread under Jimin's comment made his jaw drop to the floor in shock.

justwannalook replied: JUNG HOSEOK!? rkive replied: See you on Monday, Hoseok :) wordsbyhope (rest) replied: OH GOD

Usually, you and Namjoon would exchange reactions through text whenever the series was updated. However, although the recent update was great, it was awkward to talk about it with each other after finding out that it was Hoseok’s story they were reading all along.

Both of you didn’t know whether to feel angry or not but one thing’s for sure: you needed to know why Hoseok was doing this.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was panicking in his room, gripping at his hair, “Oh fuck, oh shit, I did this to myself! I’m dead!”

He spent his weekend isolating himself in his unit, sleeplessly worrying about how he’ll face you and Namjoon with a good reason why he did it. He panicked so hard he decided to put his account on an indefinite hiatus without telling any reason why.

It wasn’t his business to pry on your and Namjoon’s relationships yet he agonized over the fact that the both of you can never meet eye to eye and see how actually good you would be with each other.

Out of everyone in the office, the both of you were the people he cared most about.

The dreaded Monday finally came.

‘I should’ve texted my mom goodbye before I die today,’ was he thought about as he nervously entered the building.

His legs were shaking uncontrollably as he sauntered his way to the studio you and Namjoon usually worked on. The both of you were very professional so he wasn’t worried about that – however, he was worried about the reactions he’d get.

His clammy palms held on the doorknob tightly for a moment, still trying to find the courage to open it and enter. When his hand that seemed to have a mind of its own twisted the knob, a pair of eyes landed on him was a glare.

“H-hey, guys?” He awkwardly greeted them.

“Well, if it isn’t wordsbyhope. Happy Monday, Hoseok,” Namjoon sarcastically greeted him.

“Hoseok, why?” you mumbled, trying your best not to add any more tension to the situation. Usually, you never speak that much in intense confrontations let alone find yourself the topic.

There was nothing that Hoseok felt but shame as he looked at you worriedly. Unlike you, Namjoon wasn’t afraid of probing him with specific questions, “Didn’t it ever cross your mind if it made us uncomfortable?”

You watched as Hoseok frowned and felt bad for him, “Namjoon, Y/N I–”

“You what?” Namjoon lifted a brow at him, jaw clenching as he waited for his reason. “Care to explain why you wrote about us?”

Hoseok’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he sighed deeply, “I’m really sorry if I resorted to writing about the two of you. It’s just…It’s frustrating to see how much you liked each other but never shoot any shots.”

Your brows furrowed, “But that doesn’t answer our question.”

“I tried to set you guys up to date but, the both of you were so bad at flirting all my efforts were useless,” At this point, Hoseok looked like a lost puppy, “Other than that, I needed another creative outlet because Jungkook’s mixtape was burning me out so bad.”

Both you and Namjoon’s brows shut up, recounting all the times that Hoseok had bailed out of you at the very last minute – there was that trip to Busan, that time when they were supposed to see a new museum with him, and then the movie theater.

All along, they thought he was just unlucky to get himself in unfortunate emergencies. As it turns out, he was just trying to get them to spend time with each other.

Hoseok’s burnout was also true. It showed in his current work how drastic the difference it had compared to his previous ones. He was always the brain in songwriting in the company but, his poor performance is putting him under hot water lately.

On a brighter note, ever since he started writing for fun, his work improved a lot that’s why he was able to finish Jungkook’s mixtape before the deadline.

“But Y/N doesn’t like me, she likes you,” Namjoon mumbled, “Why would you force her with me when I’m not the person she wants” Your mouth hung open at his assumption.

“W-what? No!” Both men looked at you strangely.

“No?” They said in unison.

“I–I uh–I like…,” you took a deep breath before going on, “–I like…you,” you looked down at your shoes in embarrassment.

Namjoon’s heart felt like it was about to crack but he tried to pull himself together, “See? She likes you, Hoseo–”

“No, I meant you…Joon,” you shyly admitted. Taking a quick glance at Hoseok, you timidly say, “But writing a story about us was unnecessary, Hoseok.”

Hoseok looked at the both of you, very apologetic of what he had done, “I’m sorry If I thought that it would be a good idea to write a happy story that you deserved when I can’t let you guys see how good you are for each other,” he slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Y/N, Namjoon…I’m really sorry, you guys. I’ll close down my account after work.”

You understood Hoseok but, you weren’t sure if Namjoon did. You simply sighed, willing to let it all go now, “I don’t think you can do that.” Hoseok looked at you with furrowed brows when you started giggling, “You can’t when I paid for Chapter 55 already.”

Hoseok’s jaw gaped wide, “You’re justwannalook!?”

Namjoon gulped after finding out that you paid for a request. Being mad about it is pointless now when he also paid Hoseok to write a chapter for him.

Seeing that this is a good opportunity, he decided to join in, “Uh and I’m rkive. The one who requested for Chapter 51 to be fluff.”

Both of Hoseok’s hands rested on his head from utter shock, “You’re the one who paid me $50 for an update!? Why are you throwing money like you’re in a strip club!?”

Your head quickly whipped to where Namjoon, who was awkwardly looking at you and Hoseok, was, “You paid $50 for Chapter 51!? That’s my favorite chapter!”

Namjoon slowly nodded, nervous about what reaction he’d get from you, “Y-yes…? I got it after 5 weeks of waiting”

“5 weeks!?” You looked at them with a horrified look. Meanwhile, Hoseok felt like he was about to pass out any time when you pointed your finger at him, “This is so unfair, I paid $130 then he announced a hiatus!”

“$130!” Namjoon’s brows shot up, lips parted at how much you gave Hoseok. He looked at Hoseok with a disgusted look on his face, “And all I got was free coffee?”

“He treated you with coffee?” You lifted a brow at Hoseok, whose soul looked like it had already left his body.

“I’m really, really, sorry about it. I’ll do anything, please,” Hoseok whimpered with eyes tight shut. There was a brief silence that lasted for a while.

You glanced over at Namjoon, who was also highly strung as you were. You gasped when he was already looking. He nervously smiled at you while shrugging his shoulders, mouthing ‘So?’ while his finger pointed back and forth between him and you.

‘Is he asking me out?’ You thought with your head cocked to the side as you tried to decipher what he was saying.

In response, you mouthed back an ‘Date?’ to which he nodded.

Bringing a hand over your mouth, you felt your face heat up. At the same time, you tried to stifle your giggles when Namjoon signaled for you to wait with his hands.

The silence was too much for Hoseok already so, he slowly peeled one eye open to check what was happening. Much to his surprise, he saw both of you smiling at him, “W-what?”

“So, anything, huh?” Namjoon’s lips ghosted a smirk, making Hoseok even more terrified of what was about to come out next.

“Y-yeah, anything man,” Hoseok nodded swiftly.

“Even a refund?” You tried to stifle your chuckles when Hoseok nodded with hesitation.

“Uhm–uh–sure?” You and Namjoon looked at each other, exchanging smiles.

“Then it’s settled – you’re paying for our first official date,” The both of you chuckled at how dumbfounded Hoseok was.

Hoseok just stared blankly at the wall, brows furrowed and mouth agape. When you asked if he wanted to join you and Namjoon out for lunch, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything out of pure shock with how things had turned out. Knowing that it’ll take him a while to process everything, the both of you decided to leave him on his own for the meantime and promised to bring him a meal when you get back.

As he sat alone in the studio, he smiled like a proud idiot when it finally dawned on him that Plan Z was a success, “At least it was worth all the hassle.”

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The summary has me dying, really can't wait to read this, Ky! 💀💗

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it's been months, i'm super late to this, but HI! finallY read this masterpiece and i'm in love! 🥹

ahhh what a refreshing and brilliant concept! i'd been really hyped with the summary alone, but the fic honestly exceeded my expectations, ky!

i love how most of this is from hoseok's pov and how reliablE everything is, especially for fanfiction writers lmao 😭 i remember going insane about dramione in a very similar manner, back in my crazy harry potter days.

the way you built up hoseok's need to write it out felt v real too! sometimes fanfiction is our only way out of burnouts, friend 🫂 honestly to poor dude had a-z ideas and it took idea z for success to finally befall him 😭

the smut conversation he had w joon and the smut writing sesh with jimin were so good pls! the way you do dialogues of always so amazing! they're crisp and witty, and they really help carve the character out very well.

the way joon and reader came to know and love the story was so cute! tae's barista girl needs to have a filter, tho 💀

oh oh, and this pls:

“35k!? There’s no way in hell I’m reading all 50 chapters of this!” The next thing he knows, he’s shedding tears and laughing hysterically at every scene and dialogue of every chapter he has read.

^ I MEAN MOOD??? this is exactly what i do at most of my midnights smh

joon and reader's insane commissions was a hilarious addition too! this fic is littered with really great comic moments all the way through and i really really adored them all! thank you so much for writing such a fun story! much love to you 😍❤️

[1800dojaejung]

Familiar Hauntings | KNJ

⤷ Summary: You and Namjoon have worked hard to become expert paranormal investigators. You’ve successfully investigated and exorcised a number of demons and ghosts all over the world and your followers believe in you enough to keep you confident and going. That’s why when you get a call about a family with a teenage daughter experiencing traumatizing hauntings, you and your team don’t think twice about going to help.

It isn’t until you get there do you realize that you may be in over your heads when you come face to face with a familiar evil. It’s going to take more effort than you thought you’d need to get rid of this sinister force before it destroys an innocent family, and even you.

⤷ Pairing: Demonologist!Namjoon x Clairvoyant F!reader

⤷ Film/Franchise: The Conjuring

⤷ Genre/AU: Thriller, horror-ish, angst, established relationship au, supernatural au

⤷ Rating: PG15

⤷ Warnings: Demons and ghosts, violence, possessions, profanity, mention of blood, mentions of death (nothing too graphic though!)

⤷ Words: 10k

⤷ Note: Written for the Bangtan Cinema: Horror Night collab!! Thank you a million times to @the-boy-meets-evil​ for betaing this in only a few hours! You’re literally the best ❤️ And thank you to @rkivian​ for this bomb ass banner!! I asked for something spooky with Joon in glasses and Kiri delivered!! 😍

Horror is my favorite movie genre, but I quickly found out how hard it is to write 🥴 It’s a whole different set of skills that I don’t think I have down very well, but it was fun to try - especially to pay homage to my favorite horror series!

I’m trying really hard to finish up my remaining collab fics for the year because I have more writing plans for 2023 so please bear with me y’all!! 🖤

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Tailed this from the masterlist and the searched on your blog bec all the links are undergoing The Overhaul, hehe, so excited to read this! <3

[100vern]

riding fakie | ksj

(or, the one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend, but you end up with a whole lot more.)

→ pairing: seokjin x f. reader → genre(s): enemies to lovers (lite), fake dating | humor, fluff, angst → rating: mature → warnings: based entirely on this edit i saw ages ago so good luck, swearing, reader is a trust fund kid with awful parents so classism and screwy family dynamics, a very brief but referenced two-night-stand with taehyung who has a foot fetish (canon) and is ultimately plot irrelevant, this is lite enemies to lovers so sometimes they are not very nice to each other, kissing. i think that’s it? this is mostly tame, all things considered, but i will revise if needed. → word count: 14.2k → written for: the catch of the century collab. thank you to @raplinesmoon​ / @joheunsaram​ / & @kithtaehyung​ for hosting and allowing me to participate! ♡ → thank yous: my holy trinity for keeping me inspired and accountable and letting me know when i don’t word good. @the-boy-meets-evil​ / @hot-soop​ / @effortandmore​. also my husband who actually skateboards and helped me to sound knowledgeable but will also never, ever see this. → a/n: [looking a whole lot like the dehydrated spongebob meme] hey, long time no see. this fic absolutely kicked my ass like nothing has ever kicked my ass before, but it’s finally done and here. i don’t think i’m super happy with how it turned out and i think it’s probably rushed, but i hope you all enjoy it regardless! now, if you need me i will be sobbing on the floor holding a locket with seokjin’s picture inside.

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JEWEL!!! i’ve been waiting for this one! 😍 gonna read and scream abt it asap! 🫶

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hi, miss jewel, it is me again... 🥺👉👈

SOOOO. WHERE DO I BEGIN.

let's begin from the beginning – i really loved the way you structured the story! through reader's dilemma, we get to meet new characters (ppl in her life yk?) and bec they're all prospective dates, we alsO get a lil glimpse into her life from a diff point of view. absolutely loved jimin's character, please! i was gonna send u an ask abt it—no, yk what? i wiLL send u an ask abt it :]

let's move on to tae. fuck buddy tae w a foot fetish and an undefined relationship w jimin is someone i didn't know i needed in my life, but now i'm fucking attached <3 pls the way you indicated the background vmin was kinda hilarious but also somewhat adorable at times <3

bff hobi, once again, is someone i wouldn't mind stealing tbh. and his color coded study material too, plS, i'm currently pursuing a second master's, i'm tireD of making notes :(

OKAY SO. OUR MAIN MFING CHARACTER.

dear goddddd you really crafted him amazingly!!! he's the perfect amount of sexy, sassy and really fkn annoying. loved how you set up their background of meeting at the hospital regularly, hehe. the e2l was soooo smooooth and naturally flowing, i was wholly captivated by the progression <3

the chaos they caused at the dinner??? PLS. i would've paiD to see that help 💀 alsooo omg the way you brought yoongi and joon was so much fun too!!! joon being a lonely boy who has so much to say has me so endeared :((( and them calling her instagram girl like ajjsjdjdkd loveD that detail!!!

the 2 am call she made to jin was such a beautifully instilled turning point! you're such a great writer babe 🥺 and oof, the angst was so so so good! really, i think she needed that reality check too! her actually talking to her brother and deciding to not go is true character development and i was sooO happy for her!

the way you ended the fic was also really amazing!!! so simple and yet so impactful :( how do you do it, jewel? sending smooches to your talented brain and so so much love to you!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[axigailxo]

Cola | PJM (Drabble)

summary. essentially, jimin is the worlds biggest fuckboy and he notices you at your workplace.

pairing. fuckboy!jimin x grocery store employee!oc or jimin x reader

genre. implications of smut, drabble (less than 1k words!!)

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a long smutty one shot but i’ve had it in my drafts since september (😭) and never finished so i figured i’ll release this as a drabble and maybe write an extended version in the future :)

*title inspired by the one and only lana <3

It wasn’t the fact that there was nobody else in the store, that part didn’t matter. It was the fact that he, the customer you’ve been seeing for a week straight, is in your department again.

Surely he’s there for you. He has to be.

Usually, you aren’t so sure of things. Especially when it comes to men like that wanting you. But a week is too many days for his appearance to be a coincidence.

But until he approaches you, you’ll continue to mind your space and finish stacking the last of your apples onto its display table.

You noticed his attire is essentially the same as it’s been for each time you saw him this week, suffocating black jeans and a black tee with that damn black jean jacket.

It was pretentious, really, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you spared him a glance just now to see it.

Big mistake.

Just as you turn around, your body crashes into a harder one, apples that were in your hand falling harshly to the ground with a thump before scattering in several directions.

But you have bigger problems.

An “oomf” from you is all that’s heard before the man in front of you is instinctively grabbing your elbows to help you straighten up. And of course you’re the only one who’s been knocked into— his hard, stern body barley having moved.

“Sorry about that.”

And of course his voice is silky smooth. Why wouldn’t it be?

Still too shaken up, literally, he chuckles through his nose as he waits for you to pull yourself together. It’s almost annoying how he’s fully aware he’s capable of making you nervous.

“It’s fine.” You clear your throat discreetly. He still sees, though. “Can I help you with something?”

His smirk comes before his short second of laughter and you drag your eyes from his perfect teeth and down to his perfect shoes instead.

“Can you?”

“That’s my job, I kind of have to.”

He laughs again.

“Can you walk me to the strawberries?”

It’s a short walk. In fact, It’s at the other end of the table. You don’t know if he’s only messing with you, but nonetheless, you turn the corner with shaky legs and gesture your hand to the table of strawberries.

“Anything else?”

Your tone is vague and quiet and no other human would have been able to detect it. Except for him and his ridiculous observational skills. He smirks again.

“Yeah, actually.”

You wait for him to continue with an expected look, completely masking those nerves of yours that are still crystal clear to him.

“You seem nervous.”

“I’m just trying to help. Do you need anything else?”

He bites his lip for a quick moment, quick enough for you to squint your eyes at the gesture.

“Are these strawberries sweet?”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t really eat strawberries.”

You do. They’re your favorite, actually. He doesn’t need to know that, though. He can figure that out himself— anything to get him to leave. You need at least one more day to prepare yourself before you can actually talk to him. But given you’re absolutely blowing it right now, you don’t think the chances of seeing him again are high.

He chuckles to himself at your words, but before you can ask what’s funny, he beats you to talking.

“That’s good to know, but are yours?”

“Are my what?”

“Are your strawberries sweet?”

A scoff audibly releases from your mouth, but before you can scold him, you take the opportunity to make fun of his ridiculous flirting instead.

“Really? You sound like a high schooler.”

“Who said I’m not talking about actual strawberries?”

“Your ego.”

“Ouch.”

Call it bad customer service, but too incapable of continuing this absurd conversation, you make your way to the back— an area off limits to him.

That doesn’t stop him, though.

“You can’t be here, sir.”

“But you want me to be, no?”

And somewhere in that highly conceited sentence of his there’s truth.

Truth is, you don’t mind being alone and hidden in the back with him. You don’t mind that he’s walking closer, and you certainly don’t mind the way you feel his breath against your nose in this new proximity.

“What are you thinking about?”

Him. Just him. And what’d it’d be like to take him right here and right now, in the back room of the produce department. The thrill. But you’re not insane, and you’re definitely not willing to get fired for such things.

Stepping back and putting a reasonable gap between the two of you, you don’t dare to meet his eyes as you walk away.

“I get off at nine. You can talk to me somewhere other than my workplace.”

Jimin grins as he follows you out the back.

“So you’re interested?”

Striding, you don’t look back as you call out your next words.

“Talk to me when I get off!”

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a/n: this had so much more planned than a quick drabble 😭 it was gonna be smutty asf and have an actual plot BUT i never finish my oneshots so therefore enjoy this lil snippet 😭🫶🏻

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Ahhh this was so good! 🥹 Every single song of Lana's is a fkn masterpiece and this did complete justice to Cola, man, like this Jimin has captivated me wholly and these aren't even 1k words??? Fantastic writing, dear writer! <3

I'd be def up for it if you ever end up expanding this in the future! ❤️

[parkdatjimin-deactivated2023030]

In Real Life • teaser

-> Being transported into a fanfic is not exactly Jimin's ideal type of weekend, especially not right after you rejected his attempt to ask you out. Now the two of you will have to help the author write a happy ending if you ever wanna make it back to real life. Can he write a happy ending with you too?

Main pairing: gamer boy!jimin x fem!creative writing major!reader

Genre/au: trapped in a fanfic!au, enemies to friends to lovers, low-key love triangle, sports!au (archery), college!au, a good amount of fluff, a poor attempt at humor, some angst, inspired by Teen Beach Movie and Extraordinary You

Warnings: breaking the fourth wall sorta / pov changes, embarrassing moments, kissing, Jimin being a sweetheart bc I can't write him any other way. warnings to be added as I finish the fic.

Teaser wc: 851

Total wc: 15K+ (there is no release date at this time)

Disclaimer: this is not meant to represent all fanfiction and I'm not implying that all fanfic writers or readers only engage in fanfiction to escape reality. it's just for the sake of the story.

💿 the author - Luz :: more of you - JP Saxe :: main character - Zach Hood

a/n: I've wanted to do something like this for a while so I hope it works ☺️ just a heads up that the "author" is a character in the story. I hope it's not confusing lol. Feedback is appreciated!

If you'd like to be on the taglist, leave a comment, reblog, or dm. You're already tagged if you're on my perm taglist <3

"Yep." With a sigh and a nod, you face Jimin and speak directly to him, arms crossed and hip popped out in disappointment. "The author led us to the right girl. She's the reader insert, alright." 

Your Name occupies herself, amazed by her own hands and interlocking her fingers with a wishful sigh. She's been written to fall in love with the man of her dreams, to discover angsty heartbreak and become the apple of her lover's eye. When she's not doing anything directly related to that purpose, she's just an empty shell of a character, a copycat filling space and time until her next scene. 

"She's dumb as a sack of rocks." 

"No one is reading the story right now, remember? The author is still writing it. Your Name is an empty character," you explain, scanning her perfect figure up and down with a jealous click of your tongue.

"So, if someone reads the story…" 

"Then part of that person's character is reflected in Your Name. It's what makes fanfiction fun to read. You get to put yourself in the story." 

Okay, maybe Jimin sees the attractiveness in that. It's an escape just like video games, except more lame and pitiful. 

Your Name has yet to do or say anything else. She just sways with her hands folded against her chest, mind empty, no thoughts, unable to leave or initiate anything without the author's guidance or some other trigger. 

"Why would anyone want to be her?" 

The doors to the cafeteria burst open, immediately stealing everyone's attention. The whole building pauses in place, heads turning in slow-mo to see what the big commotion is about, choirs of gasps and the sound of panties dropping to the ground left and right. 

In walks sex on legs, dark hair fluffy with a gloved hand brushing through thick bangs, skin tight jeans and a leather bracer around his wrist. He pretends to pull an arrow from the empty quiver on his hip, shooting it and a charming wink in the direction of a cafeteria worker, chuckling when they faint against the wall with a hand over their heart. 

There's only one person who could have that kind of effect simply by walking into the room. 

"That's why," you reply, hypnotized eyes following his every move through the line to get lunch. "The main male lead." 

"So, it's all about the guy, huh?" 

"Obviously. It is a Jungkook fanfic, so yeah."

Jimin gawks. "Wait, that's supposed to be Jeon Jungkook? You mean the singer slash actor in real life?" 

"Yep," you sigh in content. Even if this is a fanfic, you're in the same room as the Jungkook and you'll never forget this day. 

"That dude doesn't know archery," Jimin pouts. 

"It's a fanfic, so he does in this story, okay? Shut up." 

Jimin just rolls his eyes, too proud to admit the way you're staring at that fanfic character makes his blood boil something awful. But you're not the only one entranced. 

Your Name hasn't been able to blink since Jungkook walked in, hands folded shyly at her chest and lips slightly parted. She holds her breath as he struts in her direction, whipping his hair out of his eyes only for it to gracefully fall over his forehead again. 

Jungkook passes by with his lunch, but he doesn't even give Your Name a glance, not even the barest of recognitions. She opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, but no sound comes out. Just a defeated sigh when Jungkook sits down at a table with a bunch of other students and not her. 

She pulls her bag further up her shoulder, putting her head down and walking out of the cafeteria as unnoticeably as possible. Jimin watches her, a surprising sense of sympathy for her despite reminding himself she's a fictional character. 

You lift a finger to your temple, leaning into Jimin's side as you both watch the scene play out. "I understand." 

"What? What just happened?" 

"We have to get Jungkook together with Your Name. She's the shy, unnoticed school girl and he's the popular, sporty hunk with a heart of gold." 

"Oh come on, that's the worst trope ever." He rolls his eyes in Jungkook's direction. "Heart of gold my ass. He just walked right passed Your Name and didn't even flinch." 

"Like you would know anything about fanfic tropes." 

"Video games have tropes too, you know." 

You roll your lips tight when he sticks his tongue out at you, trying not to smile at how cute he was just now. 

"Like what?" 

Jimin begins counting on his fingers. "I could name five off the top of my head." 

"Are any of them the shy school girl and popular sports star?"

"No." 

"Then you can reference video games again when they can actually help us," you say, looking back at Jungkook's table. "For how, we need to figure out a way to get those two together so we can end the fic and get out of here. Any ideas?" 

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Don't remember having read anything like this before, this sounds so good, Mindy! 😍

[100vern]

love.fm | knj

⟶ pairing: namjoon x f.reader

⟶ trope/au: estranged lovers | radio host

⟶ genre: angst, fluff, comedy

⟶ rating: mature

⟶ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, lots of feelings about a previous breakup, jk is a shithead but we love him, ambiguous but hopeful ending. not much else, this is pretty tame aside from the swearing.

⟶ wordcount: 12.4k

⟶ summary: you know three things for certain: jeon jeongguk will do anything to inconvenience you, kim seokjin is an absolute bastard for putting you in charge of the station’s holiday show, and you’ve got a lot of regrets about the way your relationship ended. however, you also know spending the last two years on your own has done you some good. you’ve got a new haircut, an apartment with a bay window, and a rescue dog.

there’s also the stranger who keeps writing into the station about regrets of their own. the stranger whose prose feels so familiar. the stranger who leaves you wondering if things with your ex are quite as resolved as you think.

⟶ dialogue prompt: “i’m still there, in our house… it’s lonely there without you. i never realized how lost i’d be with you gone, how empty our home could feel. i finally understand how you felt.”

⟶ event: written for the resolution revolution collab, hosted by ash @jimilter and amelia @knjsnoona​. thank you both for letting me participate! ❤

⟶ a/n: ahh, it’s finally here! i’ve been working on this on and off since the beginning of october. i guess i can’t seem to stay away from those exes to lovers fics, eh? this will require some suspension of disbelief but i hope you all will enjoy it anyway. please let me know what you think! feedback/reblogs/etc. are always appreciated and welcomed!

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It's 2.30 am and I am sobbing 🥺

Ahhhh Jewel! It's taken me a whole year to read this ajsjsjdj I'M SO SORRY 😔 but oh my God has it been worth the wait <3

This was so perfectly angsty and emotional with just the right amount of light-hearted moments to keep with the holiday spirit, yk? Oh my God Jungkook was a mess 💀 Absolutely loved him to bits!!! And Hoseok is literally so dreamy, like wow? How to be friends w him? I really loved Seokjin too! I'm lucky enough to have an understanding Supervisor at work, so it was really heartwarming to see him and OC bond. ❤️

The way you wove this story around Joon and OC and yet Joon himself never even appears in it? What a genius! 😩 The way the story builds not from the first but the second season was really amazing too.

And like, I don't even need to mention how amazing your writing is at this point. We're all your fans, here, connoisseur of words! 🤲🥹

Lemme just really quote some of my fav bits:

The silence had been almost overwhelming at first. Same with all the empty space. Drawers that might’ve been Namjoon’s in another life are empty and clinging to the smell of old wood, the scent of fresh linen not having permeated yet. Lights he might’ve flicked on stay dark, and that darkness is at its worst in the winter when it seems to last forever. Just a few hours of light and then this inevitable, lingering darkness.

^ wtf this is so beautiful??? The imagery, the feels, everything is so well portrayed, babe! The shadow of him living with her pls. Absolutely in love with this bit!

On this side of town, you try to swallow the feeling of being too big for your body—that jittery thing that accompanies anxiety.

^ oh my god the this gave me goosebumps! Such beautiful figurative language!!! <333

Ahhh I loved how you set the backdrop for their communication through the station's email. And that message Joon sent about what he'd say if he could?

You don’t realize you’re crying until a droplet lands on the screen, obscuring the letters, making them illegible.

^ ME THIS WAS ME!!! 😭

And then the concluding scenes with the text messages and the phone call – a perfect conclusion. <3

What a beautiful, beautiful fic, babe. I really regret missing out on it for so long!!! :(

Oh oh, almost forgot – who DID Hoseok date??? I was cackling and nearly rolling off my bed in the middle of tears!!! Shit was wild, a stolen stove? WINDOW? IDENTITY???? BRO WHAT??? 💀😭

Hehe thank you so much for this gorgeous piece of work, babe, it's always gonna be one of my favorites. <3 And thank you, once again, for being a part of the fest. Happy new year 2023, I love you! 🥺❤️

[gimmethatagustd]

the wannabe-photographer chronicles (masterlist) | kth

You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

» pairing: taehyung x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut | lil bit of fluff

» word count: 7k so far (likely ~10k once completed, we'll see!)

» warnings: explicit smut | tae is Annoying but Hot | each chapter has individual warnings

» notes: am i stupid? yes! yes i am! i'm an idiot. pls enjoy what has unintentionally turned into a 3-part mini-series of idiocracy. i mostly made this post to free up space on my main masterlist, so i can just link everything to one post. dedicated to @taehyungcentral & @norushtolive 💜

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

Part 1 - Wanna Fuck On Camera

↳ 3.3k | July 5, 2022

Part 2 - Wanna Make A Movie

↳ 3.7k | September 29, 2022

Part 3 - Wanna Watch A Sex Tape

↳ TBA

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Gonna jump into this immediately after OHTS~ 😵‍💫

[sugaimhome]

cybersex - j.m

pairing: cam boy jimin x anxious reader non idol au

genre: friends to lovers? smut, fluff, 

warnings: ig jimin is a sex worker, smut, voyeurism, mentions of anxiety, reader is insecure, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of masturbation, he has his hand around her neck, slapping + spanking (non abusive) other smexy things yk, aftercareeee, soft jimin 

summary: jimin’s only source of income is his livestreams, when he starts loosing viewers and money he admits it to his friends, including you and secretly you agree to help him… on camera. 

parts: one shot (i do have an idea for a second part if this goes well)

release date: by the 20th of january (in other words i cant set a date because if i finish it before said date i don’t have the self control to not post it (: )

words: 5k+ (i am still in the process of writing it, i’m probably half way there)

A/N: i have been working on this for way too long but im so excited for people to read it ah. jimin’s confidence definitely gives him camboy vibes, this jimin is so soft its everything to me. can’t wait to share this one einwuhhi

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Excited to read this,! 😍 Good luck, dear writer! 💘

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motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn’t like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

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this has been awaiteD GOOD GOD JORDIE 😵‍💫

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picking flowers ⤑ kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝in the seven years you’ve been away, love had caused flowers to bloom in taehyung’s chest only for them to wilt when she’d left him. when you meet taehyung again, he doesn’t know what love is and more importantly, doesn’t know how to love or if he can ever love again. can you teach him? or will a garden of unrequited love blossom within the confines of your own chest? 〞hanahaki au. ex-childhood friends to lovers au. neighbours au. reunion au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: florist!taehyung x botanist!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 40k // i’m sorry, i’m really so so sorry

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of blood, mentions of death, soft!dom taehyung, slight possessive!taehyung, big cock!taehyung ofc it’s me, sub!reader, public sex, sex in a park, marking, body worship, breast worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, dirty talk, face riding, hair pulling, fingering, cum eating, cum sharing, praise, handjob, riding, unprotected sex, cockwarming, soft sex, impregnation kink, creampie kink, but this is just really soft and i love taehyung, mutual orgasms, creampie

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➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello I’m so sorry this is so long, I really didn’t expect it to be but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

⏤ Beta Read by my girlfriend @peekaboongi​ and edited by the sweetest bean @shadowsremedy​

⏤ Part of the @ksmutclub​‘s ‘Festive Frivolity’ Spring Project!

The early morning sun floats lazily: nestled low in the sky as it continues rising over the horizon of the sea. Standing at the wall that separates the pathway from the beach, you can’t help but take in a deep breath. Lightly salted air assaults your senses, the scent of sea spray so densely thick in the air that you can taste the barest hint of salt on your lips. You poke your tongue out, swiping the wet appendage across the soft petals of your mouth; the action only causing the briny flavour of the sea to deepen.

Swallowing thickly, you take in a deep breath - letting the fragrance of the seashore wash over you as you bask under the warm glow of daylight. The pleasant feel of sunshine on your skin, paired with the sounds of breaking waves flittering through your ears; and the mild essence of the ocean on your lips, has a sense of calm washing you. You relish in the quiet solace: the concordant stimuli eliciting a sense of nostalgia you simply cannot shake off.

It’s been a while since you’ve been home.

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hi miss solarissa i read this last night 🥺 did noT know i needed florist!tae in my life so bad but now i’m obsessed <3 

the angst in this slapped hard, as is always the case with you, but the romance literally had me biting my fist 😔❤ squealing when tae told that customer that oc was the most important person in the world to him :( pls wtf :(

was really wondering if we were headed towards a heartbreaking end for a minute there, but yOU CAME THRU W YOUR HEA 🥰

absolutely loved this and love you even more <333

[hamsterclaw]

Bangtan Christmas Drabble 2

Mistletoe ft Jimin

Park Jimin. You know his date of birth, his blood type, his address all off by heart because you’re the rookie cop who ends up booking him, every single time.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Your colleague Jae pops his head in the door of the break room.

‘Y/N,’ he says, smirking at you. ‘Your boyfriend’s here.’

‘Tell him we broke up,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

‘Don’t break his heart,’ Jae replies. ‘He’s got the blues today.’

You mull over Jae’s cryptic remark as you finish off your tea and head to the front desk.

Turns out it wasn’t that deep.

The man leaning his elbows on the booking desk has bright blue hair today. 

He pulls it off, because he’s easily the best looking guy you’ve seen lately, with his gorgeous skin, angelic face and banging body.

It’s just too bad Park Jimin is a petty criminal who’s terrible at what he does.

‘Hello Mr Park, to what do I owe this pleasure?’ 

You gesture to him to take a seat opposite you at the booking desk.

‘I didn’t do anything,’ Park Jimin tells you earnestly, eyes wide, hands out on the desk.

The handcuffs on his wrists clatter against the metal surface of the desk.

You level him with a look, and humour him because he’s pretty.

‘What were you doing when you were brought in?’ you ask, quickly bringing up a new form on the screen.

You’re filling it with his details when you notice he’s leaning over the desk.

‘You remember my birthday!’ he exclaims, looking genuinely pleased.

‘Don’t flatter yourself, it’s the day before mine,’ you say, rolling your eyes. ‘Same home address?’

‘Yup,’ Jimin confirms. He still looks way too pleased for someone who’s about to spend the night in a holding cell.

The beat cop who brought him in passes you a photocopy of the paperwork.

‘Destruction of public property,’ you read out loud.

You sigh. ‘What was it this time?’ you ask.

‘I graffitied the old library in town,’ Jimin says. ‘Someone had drawn a cock and balls on it. I was covering it up.’

‘With what?’ you ask, weary.

‘Tits!’ Jimin tells you, triumphantly. ‘Tits are nicer to look at than a cock and balls. I was doing a public service!’

He slants his gaze your way. ‘For example —-‘

You thin your lips into a straight line and stare him down.

‘You’re very pretty,’ he ends up saying.

‘Thanks,’ you say, flatly. ‘Come on then, let’s search you.’

He’s already stepping out of his shoes, shrugging his jacket off.

‘Ready,’ he tells you. 

Jimin stands perfectly still as you pat him down, obedient.

As usual, you find nothing on him.

He reaches for his jacket once you’re done. ‘My usual cell?’ he asks, innocently.

You swallow a laugh. ‘Go right ahead.’

Jimin walks right into the holding cell and sits down on the hard bench.

There’s something about his posture as he watches you lock the cell that makes you say, ‘would you like a drink?’

‘Gin and tonic, hold the tonic,’ he answers.

His silvery laughter follows you as you walk back down to the booking desk.

***

You look up, weary, at the now purple-haired man standing before you.

He smiles at you in greeting. 

You have to admit Jimin is gorgeous, but you’re so tired you can barely muster a smile back.

Turns out, he barely notices, because he’s most of the way to blackout drunk.

He slumps into the chair at the booking desk, overbalances, and ends up tipping the flimsy folding chair over to end up sprawled on the floor.

You roll your eyes, then get up to help him.

‘Good morning Mr Park,’ you say, casting a glance at the clock on the wall.

4am.

It seems unfair to you that Park Jimin’s probably had a better Friday night than you’ve had.

‘Detective Y/L/N,’ beams Jimin as you help him up. ‘Nice uniform! Is it new?’

You frown at him but you’re charmed by how pleased he is to see you.

‘This old thing?’ you reply, deadpan. ‘What have you done today, Mr Park?’

‘Well the thing is,’ starts Jimin, his words so crisp he almost sounds sober.

Then he laughs. ‘I didn’t know he had a glass jaw.’

‘Who were you fighting?’ you ask, frowning.

‘This guy,’ Jimin says, waving a hand airily. ‘He was bothering my friend.’

You notice then that his knuckles are bruised and split.

You look up to see Jimin watching you, smiling so hard he’s all cheeks.

‘Wanna kiss them better?’ he asks.

‘Not today,’ you say sternly. ‘Our holding cells are full, I’m going to release you with a caution.’

Jimin looks almost disappointed. ‘You’re not even going to frisk me?’

He leans forward. ‘I have something in my pants for you.’

‘Not interested,’ you say briskly.

He pouts at you. 

You sigh. ‘Get out of here, Mr Park.’

He considers you, realisation dawning in his eyes. ‘No, did you think I meant my dick? I really do have something for you.’

You watch warily as he rummages in the pocket of his pants.

‘If your pants weren’t so tight it’d be easier to get things out of your pockets,’ you advise.

He just smirks at you and holds out his hand, palm up.

In the centre of it is a coffee sweet.

‘You probably can’t accept things from me,’ he says softly. 

He puts it on the table. 

‘We’ll just say you asked me to empty my pockets.’

He looks at you for a moment, and he looks almost sober. 

‘You look tired, Detective. You should look after yourself.’

And then he’s walking off. 

He does a graceful skip as he leaves the police station, almost like he knows you’re watching him.

***

You’re at the convenience store after work, picking up milk and bread. 

The sliding doors open, bringing in a rush of cold air and two men, joking and shoving each other.

One man is tall, dressed in clothes that look three sizes too big for him.

The other is Park Jimin.

His eyes meet yours, and in a moment he’s walking over to you.

‘Detective,’ he says, nodding politely.

You nod back. ‘Mr Park.’

‘Call me Jimin,’ he says. 

‘I won’t,’ you reply.

He laughs at you. ‘It’s late, are you alone?’

You don’t answer his question but he’s already nodding at his friend. ‘I’ll meet you later, Jungkook.’

He follows you into the chilly night. 

‘Do you live far?’

‘I don’t need you to walk me home,’ you tell him. 

‘Oh I know,’ he says. He smiles at you, almost shyly, breath coming out in puffs of white in the winter cold. 

You walk together in silence.

You wonder if it’s a good idea for him to know where you live.

He says, ‘I’ve been trying to stay out of trouble.’

‘Good,’ you say, encouraging.

He frowns at you. ‘Aren’t you going to miss me?’

‘I’d rather you stayed out of trouble,’ you say, truthfully.

He considers this.

You pass by two men, and Jimin steps closer to you automatically, sliding a gentle hand under your elbow to steady you.

You fall into step with him easily. His hip bumps yours as you walk.

You’re almost disappointed when you reach your building.

‘I won’t look at which number flat you are,’ Jimin says. ‘I just wanted you to get home safe.’

He smiles at you. ‘Good night, Detective.’

‘Good night Jimin,’ you say. 

He’s true to his word, not turning back to look, walking briskly now in the cold. 

You watch him go until he turns a corner and you can’t see him anymore.

***

You’re standing outside the police station having shared a cigarette with Jae. It’s been another long fucking day, full of shit that happened that no one would believe if they weren’t doing the same job you were. 

Jae tilts his head. ‘I’ll make us coffee.’ 

You nod. You’re covering patrol tonight, about to set off, but you’d needed a break after the last job. 

Fuck. People are shit. 

You’re turning to head back inside when you hear your name called. 

You’d know that silvery voice anywhere. 

Park Jimin’s got a beanie on today, but you can tell from the lock of hair that’s fallen in his face that his hair’s blond now. 

You haven’t seen him in a while, and with the shifts you’ve been pulling you’re pretty sure you couldn’t have missed him if he’d been brought in. 

He smiles at you, as usual, cheeks flushed from the cold, eyes bright. 

‘Hey,’ he says. 

You can’t help but smile. 

‘Hey.’ 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks. 

‘Tired. Haven’t seen you in handcuffs in a while.’ 

He laughs quietly. ‘I promised you I’d stay out of trouble.’ 

His eyes twinkle. ‘Well, I promised myself I wouldn’t get caught.’ 

You laugh too. 

It’s dark outside the station, but you can see enough to know he’s got his hands in his pockets again. 

He pulls out his hand, holding a sprig of mistletoe. 

You burst out laughing. 

‘Do you carry that around with you?’ 

He just smiles. ‘I put it in my pocket because I was hoping to see you.’ 

You shake your head. ‘Merry Christmas, Mr Park.’ 

He pulls his other hand out of his pocket, holding out a coffee sweet to you. ‘Merry Christmas, Detective Y/L/N.’ 

You accept. 

‘I was thinking, since I don’t get arrested anymore, maybe we can go get coffee or something,’ he says. 

It’s not the most romantic proposal you’ve ever had, but it’s sweet nonetheless. 

‘Stay out of trouble and I’ll think about it,’ you say. 

His smile is as pretty as it ever was. He nods. 

He’s starting to walk away when you say his name. 

He stands perfectly still in front of you, and you’re leaning towards him when the lights outside the station come on. 

He blinks, and you kiss him anyway. 

It’s short, a brush of your lips on his, but it’s the nicest thing you’ve had on this otherwise bullshit Christmas eve. 

When you pull away he’s smiling, hands shoved in his pockets. 

‘What time do you finish?’ he asks. 

You tell him. 

He nods again. ‘I’ll meet you here, ok?’ 

‘Yeah, ok.’ 

He holds open the door to the station for you, then he waves at you through the glass. 

You’re still smiling when you turn away. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

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REIIIII THIS WAS SO CUTE, IT GAVE ME A NOSEBLEED 😭

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So funny and fluffy, and that kiss at the end just added that extra sparkly sparkle to it! 🥺💖 Thank you for this treat on this cold winter day! I love you! 💘

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SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

[jimilter-recs]

One of the best Tae fics I’ve ever read, istg! 😳❤ 

Parisian possessive Tae who’s more than a lil in love with his fiance? Hell to the yes. <333

Every single detail of this fic was immaculate, dear writer! The characterization had me in love w both Tae and OC. Tae is irresistibly amazing, and OC is hella relatable. The little scenes you wove to emphasize their changing dynamics were on-point. Him climbing up to her room, the date, the end of the said date. Lmao and their conversation? Pls:

I loved this response so much, made me love her even more! <3

The way the story flows was so good too. No over-detailing, no long pauses, not a single moment of boredom that allows your attention to stray. Adrenaline fueled eagerness to see what happens next - it was honestly just perfect. 

I also loved how you highlighted Tae’s vulnerable side via him getting overwhelmed at the party. He is dreamy, sexy, roguish but fully human. How to marry a fictional character, dear writer? 😔

Thank you so much for bringing this ethereally amazing fic into this world, dear writer! Much much much love to you! ❤❤❤

[kooktrash]

welcome to kooktrash’s love club ♡

masterlist for BTS, mostly write for Jungkook and Taehyung

minors dni, mature/explicit content

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kim taehyung

The Eros Project

… dating show [ s , a ]

Rewriting Love

… webtoon [ a , s ]

Lover’s Revenge

… rockstar [ s , a ]

Two Friends, One Love

… f2l [ s , f ]

Tunnel Vision

… college/barista [ s , f ]

His Special Secret

… professor tae [ s , a , f ]

Electra Heart

… fake dating [ s ]

Love and Rivalry

… e2l/college [ s , f ]

Between Roommates

… roommate [ s , a ]

Bunny Adventures

… hybrid [ s , a ]

My Dear Friend

… friends to lovers [ s , f ]

Love me, Leave me

… change days au [ a , s ]

Depend on Me

… hybrid [ s , a ]

Never Again |

… neighbors [ s , a ]

Love Addiction

… rockstar gf [ s , a ]

The Act of Falling

…fwb [ s , a ]

Campus Affairs

… f2l [ f , s ]

series/collections

Love Lies

… jeon jungkook. yandere. [ s. a ]

depend on me [ jk ]

love stream [ jk ]

the act of falling [ jk ]

love me leave me [ jk ]

love me leave me [ jk ]

[jimilter-recs]

One delicacy upon another, please! About to go down this whole list this month! <3