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[kpopsinning]

Hey, i am wondering if you take BTS requests? because i have few a want to show you.I hope i don't disturb you now.

I’ve been on a little bit of hiatus, but I’m always open to requests and will surely put anything that sparks some creativity in my drafts of works to write :)

[kpopsinning]

vmin au where famous youtube vlogging couple park jimin and kim taehyung adopt a puppy who ends up becoming more famous than they are

[kpopsinning]

hi i dont mean to be rude but, when i was reading the jungkook x reader for teacher one shots, it wouldnt load past the line; ''you could tell he was stickling a snicker'' or something like that? whats that about?

im assuming the line you’re referring to is ”stifling a snicker” anyways honestly i??? have no idea??? i just went and checked and the fic seems to me loading fine to me. maybe it’s your browser or app, im sorry! :(

kristen xoxo

[kpopsinning]

wine tasting through paris with yoongi;

you were never one for traveling; you were never one for many things in life before you met him. he brought you out of your shell in ways you never dreamed imaginable, showed you pieces of himself he often kept hidden away from the rest of the world. naturally, traveling to a foreign country was solely his idea, insisting on sharing with you the rush of thrill that came with losing yourself in a new, big city. the idea alone terrified you, but for him you went.

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paris was beautiful, you never thought it to be anything less purely based off of aesthetically pleasing pictures sourced form the internet. but there was something more beautiful about sharing the experience with him, knowing all the sights you were seeing, you were both taking in with fresh eyes. the wine tasting was exhilarating— traveling from location to location sprawled about the city into the late hours of the evening, feeling the drinks warm you from the inside out, making you feel fuzzy in a way you craved more. you sipped them and tasted them, discussing the flavors together then giggling like school children over how pretentious you both pretended to sound. he was more of a connoisseur, but you just enjoyed the way his hands felt holding your waist when you began feeling tipsy and stumbled. you got lost together; lost in each other. while the varieties of exquisite wine were the most memorable asset anyone else in your position would reminisce on years down the road, for you, it was him.

[kpopsinning]

Wow i just read spring day and what a surprise ending. Are you planning a part two? I liked the mystery of the story and the plot as a whole. Very bittersweet. If this is the official ending, I see it as a ghost or angel Jungkook manifesting to give taehyung closure and that’s so :’( but I really enjoyed this fic

wow, thank you so much! i am unfortunately not planning a part two of that fic :( i wrote it with the idea of mind of it specifically being a one shot, because i wanted to keep it very open ended, and thus far i have loved people’s interpretations of it (such as yours!)

thank you for reading <3

-kristen xo

[sugaurora]

Spring Day | Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook by @kpopsinning

Taehyung stops believing in true love the day he loses Jeongguk, his highschool sweetheart, soulmate, and lifetime partner, to a vicious battle with cancer. When Taehyung runs into Jeongguk on a train on the two year anniversary of his lover’s death, he doesn’t know what to believe.

Serendipity | Min Yoongi x Park Jimin by @floralmins

Yoongi never expected something like this would happen when he decided to take a stray cat home with him.

Not Today | Kim Seokjin x Jeon Jungkook by @floralyoongii

Jungkook had always believed that he was no one special, just an ordinary person in the ruin of what had become the world, at least until his fate changed and a man named Seokjin told him otherwise, but could their meeting be all it’s cracked up to be?

Run | Jung Hoseok x Park Jimin by @vanteism​

Youth is just an illusion Hoseok keeps losing himself in.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears | Jung Hoseok x Kim Namjoon by @hobigolightly

Kiss me. I don’t care if it hurts. Hurry and choke me so I can’t hurt anymore. Tie me up so I can’t run away. Grab me tightly and shake me so I can’t snap out of it. I want you more and more.

Banner by our design queen, @vanteism

[kpopsinning]

Spring Day (Taekook)

Taehyung stops believing in true love the day he loses Jeongguk, his highschool sweetheart, soulmate, and lifetime partner, to a vicious battle with cancer.

When Taehyung runs into Jeongguk on a train on the two year anniversary of his lover’s death, he doesn’t know what to believe.

[A Dead Writer’s Co. Collaboration]

word count: 6k

genre: angst (major character death)

Taehyung had always been an optimist. From a very young age he chose to see the better in all situations, always on the search for hope.

Taehyung was an optimist all throughout high school, when a so-called "friend" outed him to the rest of their grade for being gay. He had told his friend the secret in confidentiality, needing someone to talk to about his inner conflicts and anxieties over not understanding his sexuality. For some reason, said friend turned on him, and before Taehyung knew it he was the butt of every homophobic joke through the whole freshman grade.

He didn't let the bullies get him down. He knew that one day, despite the hateful words constantly thrown his way, he would find true love. Call him a romantic, but he believed everyone had a soulmate; he just had to wait for the day he would finally meet his.

Taehyung was an optimist the first time he met Jeon Jeongguk their junior year of high school. He knew from the second their eyes met, there was no chance that the rush of butterflies erupting in his stomach meant nothing.

To Taehyung's dismay, he soon learned that Jeongguk had a girlfriend. He still held on to hope of course, finding himself reminiscing for weeks following their initial meeting on the warmth that spread through his entire body the first time their eyes met.

Taehyung was an optimist at the end of junior year, when word spread that Jeongguk and his girlfriend had broken up. Taehyung would never wish such a thing upon anyone, but he also couldn't have stopped the light flutter of his heartbeat upon hearing the news if he tried.

A few days after the breakup, Jeongguk approached Taehyung during their lunch period and took a seat across from him. Taehyung could instantly feel his heart rate skyrocket, palms growing sweaty, cheeks heating up with the faintest dusting of pink… For once maybe, Taehyung had to consider convincing himself not to get his hopes up. (But at the same time, Taehyung actually hadn't been imagining the way Jeongguk broke out into the most fond of smiles when he noticed Taehyung was having difficulty holding eye contact. Adorable.)

Taehyung was an optimist when he and Jeongguk started officially dating not even a month later. Apparently, everyone else in their mutual friend group saw it coming except for the two lovestruck fools themselves.

Everything about spending time with Jeon Jeongguk just felt right -- holding his hand, looking into his big, bright, star-filled doe eyes, being the person to make him laugh while they stayed up too late at night playing Overwatch and making terrible jokes to one another. Taehyung had had a few relationships in his past, but nothing that had even felt remotely close to what it felt like to be with Jeongguk.

Taehyung was an optimist his senior year of high school, when he and Jeongguk committed to different universities. Both schools were a few hours away from their hometown, but only actually about an hours train ride from one another. Laying in Jeongguk’s bed one night, cuddling together and discussing the situation, a small pang of sadness hit Taehyung’s chest at the foreign concept of not seeing his boyfriend every single day.

However, both boys agreed that they were stronger than any sort of distance between them, and busy college schedules aside, they were going to do whatever it took to keep their relationship afloat through college. If Jeongguk was willing to hold onto hope that everything between them would work out, then by all means, Taehyung would hold on even tighter.

Taehyung was an optimist their sophomore year of college, as the pieces for the couple’s future together gradually began falling into place. Freshman year had passed by very smoothly, with few bumps in the road or conflict getting between them, but sophomore year had promise to turn out even better.

Jeongguk had called Taehyung one day over their winter break, saying that one of his old friends from a town about halfway between both of their schools had housemates in their duplex who were planning to move out, and the upper apartment floor would soon be vacant. It was a risk for the couple, moving in together after only a little over a year of dating. Taehyung however, knew they would make things work. The half an hour train ride to their classes every morning seemed worth it to them both.

Taehyung was an optimist the year Jeongguk was set to finally graduate college. Taehyung himself had graduated the year previous, and was already working for a pharmaceutical company. The intensity of the butterflies in his stomach never once faded when he would come home from work each day to see Jeongguk hard at work on his senior thesis in their cluttered living room, surrounded by mountains of textbooks.

Jeongguk was worried, unsure if the company he was interning for would send him off to work in Seoul after graduation, or offer him a job more locally at their headquarters closer to the apartment the couple had come to know as home for the last 3 and a half years. Taehyung always assured him that it would work out in the end, and of course, it did.

Taehyung was an optimist when he proposed to Jeongguk. He took his boyfriend on a surprise vacation to Jeju Island the week after his graduation to celebrate that, and getting the local job he wanted. Taehyung was anxious to finally ask Jeongguk the question he’d had on his lips for the last five years of their relationship, ‘will you share the rest of your life with me?’

Late one night, Taehyung dragged Jeongguk out of their hotel room for a moonlit walk down the beach. The second Taehyung went down on one knee, he barely had to wait a heartbeat before Jeongguk broke into tears through a mantra of ‘yes, yes, yes’.

Taehyung was an optimist a year later, when Jeongguk began to complain of pain in his lower back. Jeongguk continually assured his fiance it was just from the stress of the wedding approaching in a few short months, on top of recently moving into their very first house together.

It made sense to Taehyung-- not sleeping well from how busy their lives currently were, the hard work Jeongguk was putting into at his job, along with their own personal matters. It simply made sense, of course Jeongguk was fine.

Taehyung was an optimist when Jeongguk came home from a visit to their primary care physician. Jeongguk off-handedly mentioned over dinner that the doctor suggested he go see a specialist, as his worsening back pain combined with several other rising symptoms was a potential cause for alarm.

Jeongguk didn’t seem worried in the slightest, so why should Taehyung be? Blood work and ultrasounds were more than routine in this day and age, so getting them done precautionarily were totally normal.

Taehyung was an optimist when Jeongguk was diagnosed with cancer two weeks later. The tumors were already on both his liver and kidneys, which immediately explained the back pain and various other symptoms Jeongguk had mentioned.

Medical technology nowadays was astonishing, and Taehyung’s grip on Jeongguk’s hand didn’t once falter through their entire consultation with the oncologist. The treatment would be extensive, and combined with surgery, they had plans to attack the cancer very aggressively for Jeongguk’s highest chance at remission.

Taehyung was an optimist when the doctor told them Jeongguk had six months to live. The surgery had not been completely successful, and lab results showed the cancer was now in his blood.

They were going to make the most of their time together, and Taehyung knew that for a fact. Jeongguk consented to continuing all chemotherapy treatments for the whole while, and even if it were to make him more sick, he and Taehyung decided together that he should do whatever it took to increase his chances at extending the time he had left.

Taehyung was an optimist when all plans for the wedding had to be changed, when Jeongguk’s condition suddenly and dramatically worsened. Bound to a wheelchair and needing his oxygen tank at all times, Jeongguk promised Taehyung through teary eyes that skipping his treatments for one day to hold the wedding ceremony would be worth it. Jeongguk didn’t care how much pain it left him in, but if anything, it hurt Taehyung even more. The internal struggle and turmoil of preparing himself for the wedding ceremony left him unable to face Jeongguk for the entire day prior, knowing all deeper meaning behind their vows would be a painful preparation for soon to come goodbyes.

The wedding was unconventional, to say the least. Taehyung couldn't hold back tears as he held onto Jeongguk’s hand at the altar. Jeongguk stood from his wheelchair as the vows began, their attending families and close friends ignoring the pained wince he let out as he did so. After all these years, as he stared into Jeongguk’s dark-circled, sunken in, bloodshot eyes, Taehyung still saw the star filled galaxies that swirled behind them; he still felt the same feeling of warmth and security flow through him that gazing at his lover had always elicited.

The kiss still felt right.

Taehyung became a pessimist on April 22nd, 2017, three days after their wedding, when Jeongguk passed away.

Two years later, Taehyung is boarding a train to Busan to visit his friend Jimin. It’s the end of April, the two year anniversary of his husband’s death is approaching, and Jimin had asked Taehyung to visit because he doesn’t want Taehyung to spend the day alone... again.

Last year, on the one year, Taehyung couldn’t leave his apartment for the whole day. For the days leading up to April 22nd, he saw Jeongguk everywhere; faces in crowds, his voice echoing in the distance, shadows moving through his apartment. He couldn’t walk down the street without actually having to run somewhere to vomit from thinking he saw Jeongguk.

The wedding anniversary three days earlier had been no better.

Jimin knows how hard it was for Taehyung, and he himself having been friends with Jeongguk since high school, it was hard for him as well. So he invited Taehyung over to stay the whole week, insisting that it will be easier if they have each other.

Taehyung doesn’t want to at first. He’d rather stay locked up in his bedroom and not leave for a week like last year, than have to pretend to function like a normal human when April 22nd finally comes. Yet somehow, some way, Jimin works his magic and convinces him to come.

Taehyung takes a seat on the train, settling in one of the booth-like seats where another bench is opposite him. He puts his backpack down besides him and sits by the window, hoping that the sour mood radiating off of him will ward off anyone considering taking the seat across from him.

The air outside is cold, and the apples of his cheeks still feel bitten from the frigid, snowy air that had whipped his face on the walk to the train station -- some spring day today was turning out to be. His floppy, knit hat had done its job keeping his ears warm, but the rest of his face still was abused by the cold.

He holds his coffee (Cappuccino? Latte-ccino? He isn’t even sure what it is, he usually just goes to Starbucks and points at the picture of whatever new drink they’re featuring) tightly between his hands, trying to steal whatever warmth he can from the remaining drink, sipping it occasionally. He pulls his hat off his head, not bothering to care how mussed his hair looks now, and throws it on top of his backpack. He looks to the ceiling, letting out a long, long breath.

“Is this seat taken?”

Taehyung is about to snap, let his bad mood out on the poor person who had dared to ask if they could sit across from him, but something about the person's voice stops the words right in his throat, along with his heart. His head whips upright, and he immediately pales when his eyes land on the person standing in the aisle of the seats.

The stranger jumps back, Taehyung not even realizing he had dropped his coffee at first, the hot liquid flying all over the floor and partially onto the other man’s legs.

“Ah-- fuck!” Taehyung grumbles, scrambling to pick up the coffee cup and immediately spew apologies at Jeong-- no, at the stranger. The resemblance is… terrifying, and Taehyung has half a mind to consider that maybe he’s even hallucinating.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’m sorry I scared you,” the stranger chuckles, and the sound is so melodically familiar as it falls on Taehyung’s ears, his stomach instantly lurches. The stranger slides his camera bag off of his shoulder and opens it up. He digs out a handful of napkins, passing some to Taehyung while also crouching down to help clean up the mess. It takes every ounce of effort Taehyung possesses to not just… stare, trying to compose himself while also helping wipe up the coffee. Thankfully, Taehyung was almost done with the drink anyways, so there wasn’t much spilled.

Once finished, Taehyung collects the dirty napkins, crumpling them up and shoving them into his now empty coffee cup. He continually mumbles nervous 'thank you's, torn between staring uncomfortably to analyze the stranger and keeping his eyes looking anywhere but his face.

“Really, it’s no worries, it happens,” the stranger hums, boldly sliding into the seat on the bench opposite Taehyung’s on the aisle side. Apparently, he’s misreading Taehyung’s fluster, taking it as an invitation to sit with him and make conversation. He has a wide, warm smile on his face, with bright eyes that match.

Taehyung has an internal monologue going, coaching himself through breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, as he does everything in his power to convince himself this is not Jeongguk. It’s just... a very, very, fucked up, uncanny doppelganger…

The stranger, now settled in his seat, is holding his phone in his lap and looking down at the screen. His bangs are partially covering his eyes, but Taehyung can see that soft, white light of the phone screen is reflecting back against the stranger's dark irises, making them look like they have stars shining in them. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, and Taehyung sees what look to be the potential of bunny teeth poking out when the stranger breaks into a small smile.

Taehyung feels nauseous.

And then his eyes fall onto the camera bag that the stranger has sitting beside himself... a black, canvas bag, the exterior decorated with an assortment of pins for bands, collected over years of attending concerts. Taehyung bets that the inside of the bag is segmented in an orderly fashion, but that the man's lenses are thrown in without rhyme or reason-- safely packaged of course, but Jeongguk had never been one for organizing his equipment--

Stop it Taehyung. Coincidences exist.

‘Just make conversation Taehyung, just ask his name and learn more about him,’ he repeatedly tells himself, because once he gets to know who this man really is, his brain will start to calm down and register that it isn’t who he would like to think it is.

“So um... H-Have… Have we met before?” Taehyung’s voice comes out more broken that he would like it to, and if the stranger does notice, he politely pretends to not. He furrows his eyebrows (Taehyung can tell that much out of the corners of his eyes, still having difficulty looking at the other man’s face directly for too long), letting out a light hum.

“Mmm… I don’t believe so,” the stranger shakes his head, extending his hand and offering a friendly handshake to Taehyung.

“Name’s Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk.”

When Taehyung begins to come to, he can hear hushed murmurs of concern surrounding him. He groans, unsure of where he is or what has happened.

"Thank you sir, I'll follow him to the hospital if we have--"

The voice. So called 'Jeongguk'.

Taehyung forces his eyes open, but as the bright light of the outside world violates his dilated pupils, he snaps them back shut. He wishes briefly he could slip back into blissful unconsciousness, not wanting to face the real world, or the man from the train.

"Let's make sure he isn't too disoriented, see how he's doing." Taehyung doesn't recognize this other voice. Something cool is pressed to his forehead, like a first aid kit ice pack, and he bats the person's hand away, trying to sit up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Taehyung grunts. The last thing he wants right now is a crowd of people doting over him. All he wants to do is figure out where he is, then make his way to Jimin's house.

This time when he tries to open his eyes again, he realizes he had been laying on the floor. There is a paramedic at his right, and Jeongguk crouching to his left.

"Sir? Can you tell me your full na--"

"Kim Taehyung. What happened. Where are we?" Taehyung cuts off the paramedic, and he doesn't feel bad about the way the man looks slightly offended.

"You fainted shortly after your train's departure from Daegu," the paramedic begins to explain, tone already less amiable than before. "We were called and waiting at the train's Ulsan stop to take you off and treat you."

Ulsan. Taehyung racks his brain, guessing they're still about a 20 minute ride from Busan, maybe more. He hasn't been able to look at Jeongguk, but he can feel worry seems to be pouring off of the man.

"Well, thank you for your help sir, but if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and catch the next train out of here." Taehyung moves away from them and tries to stand on his own, but is unsteady on his feet and almost crashes back down to the floor.

Thank god Jeongguk was there to catch him.

Taehyung makes a sort of choked noise, but hopes he's able to play it off well enough as a cough. Jeongguk's hands feel like they were made to be on Taehyung's body, gripping into the curve his waist to steady him and feeling like fire against Taehyung's skin, even through his thick winter jacket.

"Sir, I recommend resting here and rehydrating for at least an hour before attempting to board another train," the paramedic sighs with a frown as he begins to pack up his things, clearly over Taehyung's lack of appreciation for his services. Taehyung puts a step of distance between him and Jeongguk, angrily grumbling to himself and pulling out his phone to check the time. At this point, he's way late for when he had told Jimin to anticipate his arrival, so he guesses hanging around a bit longer won't kill him.

The paramedic leaves without another word, and Taehyung is left alone, standing in a secluded corner of the Ulsan train station with Jeongguk. Maybe he had hit his head when he passed out, but Taehyung is at the point where he doesn't want to care. He doesn't want to be affected by this man he's met on this train, this main who painfully reminds him of his deceased husband. It's all too real, too eerie... It just leaves his chest feeling heavy and his stomach in knots. He wants to get to Jimin's house, climb into his friend's bed, and not leave it for the next four days. He wants to pretend this was all just a bad dream induced by the stress of the anniversary of his husband's death approaching.

But part of him can't.

"Thank you... you um..." Taehyung clears his throat. "You didn't have to stick around." Taehyung's eyes flick up for a moment to look over Jeongguk's face, but another wave of nausea comes over him and they fall right back to the ground.

"It's alright, I was in no rush," Jeongguk begins to explain through a sheepish chuckle. "I felt bad for scaring you earlier anyways, figured it was only right to make sure you were okay."

God, could this man have a bigger heart? Could he have a more sickeningly sweet smile? Not that Taehyung can even look at it...

Now it's Jeongguk's turn to clear his throat, briefly catching Taehyung's eyes.

"Since you have to hang around a little while longer, why don't we grab some coffee? My treat, for making you drop yours," Jeongguk suggests, smiling with his front teeth bared.

Taehyung thinks if he has to hear Jeongguk laugh one more time, he's going to throw up.

Taehyung however, is also too good of a person to decline the other man's kind offer. For staying back after Taehyung stupidly passed out, making sure he was alright while the paramedics arrived... it's the least Taehyung can do- accepting his offer, right?

Taehyung knows, somewhere deep, deep in the back of his mind, that this... is his Jeongguk. He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know why, but he knows it is. And he actually doesn’t want to believe it, but... it is. Taehyung doesn’t want to let himself even entertain the idea of getting to spend more time with Jeongguk than God had given him; especially because Jeongguk clearly has no idea who he is, so deciding to go out for coffee would be completely self indulgent on Taehyung’s end.

"Sure, sounds great." Taehyung's smile is a bit pressed, but Jeongguk's in return is wholelly genuine.

They walk to the coffee shop around the corner from the train station-- one Jeongguk says he’s been to before that he knows has good pastries. Taehyung is thankful the walk is short, because, to him at least, the bouts of silence that waver between them in and out of uninteresting conversation, are painful.

The coffee shop is quaint, and maybe it’s his head continuing to play tricks on him, but something about the shop itself reminds Taehyung even more of Jeongguk. The smell of coffee hanging in the air is familiarly bitter and heavy, and possibly of a brand he recognizes… or, so his brain would like to believe. It makes him think of the way the kitchen would smell every morning on days Jeongguk had to wake up early. He would always brew a double pot of coffee, and loved to make it strong. He would leave the extra serving of coffee in the pot on the warmer, knowing Taehyung would want it when he woke up a few hours later.

Taehyung misses those days.

They order their drinks, and Jeongguk refuses to let Taehyung begin entertaining the idea of paying. He even orders some Gyeongju bread to share, enthusiastically explaining to Taehyung that it was his favorite, because his mother would always make it homemade when he was younger.

But Taehyung knew that.

They go to sit at two lounge chairs in the corner of the cafe with a small table between them, and it seems as though as time passes, Taehyung begins to allow himself to relax. Which, is actually exactly what he expected to not happen, but after 15 minutes of trudging through some rough small talk and trying to pretend he doesn’t already know Jeongguk’s life story, the flow between them grows more and more natural.

Part of the reality which Taehyung is having difficulty understanding, is that this does appear to be Jeongguk two years older than Taehyung had ever grown to know him. At one point in their conversation, while Jeongguk begins to detail a vacation he’d taken last year to Jeju Island to photograph the beautiful waterfalls known to be found there, Taehyung doesn’t even notice he’d started crying until Jeongguk pauses his story to ask if Taehyung is okay.

It takes Taehyung longer than he would have liked to compose himself, explaining to Jeongguk through choked sobs that he reminds him of a close friend who had passed away a few years ago. Jeongguk seems to believe the excuse, resting a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and offering him napkins to wipe his face as the other male calms himself down.

Once his moment of weakness has passed, the two spend almost two hours in the corner of the coffee shop, wrapped up in their own little world. They sip their coffee and pick at the bread in between shared stories, Jeongguk completely invested in each of Taehyung’s, and Taehyung even more so in Jeongguk’s. Taehyung wonders if this is what it feels like to fall in love again, or if it’s just foreign since it’s been so long since he’s felt such pure fondness towards someone.

Jeongguk pulls out his phone at some point, eyes going a bit wide when he realizes the time.

“Shit! The whole day just fell through our fingers, huh,” he chuckles, hand reaching up to ruffle his own hair as he looks up from his phone through his bangs at Taehyung. Taehyung takes out his own phone to check the time, realizing there will only be two more trains leaving the station to Busan today.

“Oh!” Taehyung breathes, flushing with embarrassment over the thought of keeping Jungkook for so long. He starts to apologize, only imagining how much of an inconvenience he's already been today, but Jeongguk waves him off.

"It's fine, I'll probably wait until the last train anyways. I know there's a photography shop in town, and they might have some film I need. I’m gonna try to head over before they close," Jeongguk explains, tugging his camera bag over his shoulder as he does so. Taehyung nods; as much as he would like to find an excuse to hang around longer with Jeongguk, he's been feeling his phone blow up in his pocket for the last half an hour, and he has no doubt it's Jimin.

The two begin cleaning up the table they'd been at, and a heaviness hangs in Taehyung’s chest as they walk out the front door. The stand there for a moment, side by side in front of the shop window, neither seeming to want to part ways. Taehyung knows why he doesn’t want to leave, but can’t quite place a reason as to why Jeongguk would want to linger. At the same time, they turn their heads to face each other’s, mouths both open like they’re ready to speak. It throws Taehyung off guard as their eyes lock, so Jeongguk speaks first.

“I had a really nice time today.” Every part of Jeongguk smiles, the warmth of his genuineness seeming to radiate from the younger. It makes Taehyung’s heart clench so tightly it feels as though there’s a vice in his chest. His lips part to respond, but Jeongguk beats him to it once more.

“Do you think… could I get your number?”

Every emotion that shoots through Taehyung is contradictory to the one previous, so overwhelmed he can’t do much more than dumbly nod in response to the gorgeous smile Jeongguk is giving him. Taehyung’s body reacts before his mind has time to catch up and process, digging his phone out of his pocket and passing it over to Jeongguk. The smile doesn’t leave Jeongguk’s face as he punches his number into Taehyung’s phone, possibly purposely brushing his fingertips against Taehyung’s hand as he passes the phone back.

The chills it sends through Taehyung’s body are icy.

“Th-thanks… I’ll… I’ll text you.” Taehyung’s throat feels dry as he responds, swallowing thickly, tongue feeling too big for his mouth like he can’t speak properly. He isn’t sure what else to say, but Jeongguk seems amused-- maybe he’s mistaking Taehyung’s fluster for… something it’s not. Jeongguk nods, looking past Taehyung down the street towards the train station.

“You should get going, I’m sure your friend is starting to worry.” Jeongguk hums, fully looking over Taehyung one last time, like he’s really trying to remember every detail of him.

“It was nice meeting you, Taehyung.”

And with that, Jeongguk is turning, walking the opposite direction of the train station. Taehyung can’t do much more than stare, eyes locked on Jeongguk’s lanky figure until he turns a corner, and is out of sight.

Taehyung is paralyzed, frozen in fear, like if he moves he’s going to wake up from this dream. But… it isn’t a dream… is it? Everything is real… too real, to the point where he feels like if he over thinks it he might pass out again. Taehyung walks back to the train station on shaky legs, his phone feeling like it’s burning a hole through his pocket all the while due to the new contact in it. He buys a new ticket at the kiosk, and boards the next train just in time.

He doesn’t want to touch his phone, but once he’s in his seat and the train gets going,  he feels like he’s obligated to finally let Jimin know he’s actually on his way. He can explain the situation later when he arrives… though he doubts Jimin will believe him either way.

After shooting a quick text to Jimin, Taehyung can’t stop himself from not going into his contacts and searching for the number Jeongguk put in. When he scrolls to the J’s in his contacts… it’s there. ‘Jeongguk’.

Taehyung had long deleted his husband’s old number-- the contact with a silly pet name, numerous unnecessary emojis and a picture set he could no longer bear to look at. But now, seeing the name back on his contact list… it’s something he never thought he’d see again. His finger clicks on it before his brain can tell him not to, and before he knows it, it’s open, and there’s a new, foreign phone number on the screen. Taehyung remembers Jeongguk’s old phone number, and this isn’t it… That scares him, a flash of panic shooting through him.

He manages to calm himself down quickly, once he closes the contacts app and resumes blankly staring at the scenery whipping by out the train window. Of course the number would be different… this isn’t… Jeongguk.

The way his brain is unable to comprehend the situation reminds him of when he used to smoke weed through college. His brain is thinking too many things too quickly to properly process anything, making him want to believe things that he knows really aren’t true.

But… Taehyung is an optimist. Regardless of who he had really met on the train today, who he had spent hours at the coffee shop with, who’s phone number was now in his cell phone… In a way he is yet to understand, it is Jeongguk.

And that gives Taehyung hope.

As the train pulls into the Busan station, Taehyung decides he’s going to wait until later that night to text Jeongguk. He doesn’t want to right away in fear of seeming too overbearing, so he’ll wait until an hour later when it’s safe to assume Jeongguk is asleep (because if he’s the same at all, he isn’t much of a night owl).

The walk to Jimin’s apartment is less than half an hour, and when he gets there Jimin is more upset at his late arrival and lack of texts than Taehyung would have expected. It isn’t until he notices the tears in Jimin’s eyes that Taehyung remembers exactly what time of year it is, unable to believe that he himself had almost forgotten from getting so caught up in what had happened today. The thought crosses his mind that Jimin was probably afraid he had gone and done something stupid, and Taehyung is instantly filled with regret. They fight, and yell, and everything ends in the two sitting on Jimin’s living room floor in a heap, holding one another and crying.

Taehyung has to keep in mind this he isn’t the only one this is hard for.

Once they have both composed themselves, they move off of the floor and to the couch. Jimin wipes his hands over his face, then soothingly over Taehyung’s cheeks as well, gently asking the younger male what took him so long to arrive. It takes Taehyung a little while to answer, because he hasn’t quite thought over yet how he’s going to tell Jimin… what happened. Jimin appears to grow worried at Taehyung’s hesitation, so Taehyung starts talking before he can think anymore.

He tells Jimin everything, explaining it in a way that at first he thought he had been hallucinating. Deeper concern washes over Jimin’s face, but Taehyung isn’t able to hold eye contact. He keeps his eyes glued to his lap, picking at his fingers when he starts to get choked up. The story comes out very broken and out of order, but he’s sure he’s told Jimin as much as he can.

“A-and… And I just…” Taehyung pauses to sniffle, reaching up and wiping at a tear trickling down his cheek. His lips are curves in the tiniest, hopeful smile. “Jimin I swear it… it was him. I know it was.” Taehyung finally looks up, but Jimin’s expression is unreadable. This scares Taehyung, and Jimin notices immediately.

Jimin quickly reaches out and takes Taehyung’s hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over the cold-chapped skin.

“Tae… I know you’ve probably had a rough few days,” Jimin begins, voice gentle. “I don’t… want to make you upset. But why don’t you go to bed? Sleep on this, we can talk in the morning.”

Taehyung is almost offended. He doesn’t understand how meeting Jeongguk is something to sleep on; he’s sure he had explained the story in a way that Jimin would know he wasn’t lying, but as he further studies Jimin’s face, reads the fear pooling behind the elder’s eyes… Taehyung decides maybe he’s right, maybe it’s time to tuck in for the night.

Taehyung agrees to go to bed, and Jimin leaves to find his friends pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch. Jimin had offered that they share his bed, but Taehyung insists that the couch is fine for tonight. He doesn’t want Jimin to be around when he texts Jeongguk anyways.

Within half an hour, Taehyung is settled in under a pile of blankets on the couch, staring at his dimmed phone screen-- the only bright light in the dark living room. He has his messages open, but can’t yet bring himself to text Jeongguk. It’s almost 1am by that point, so he’s sure Jeongguk is asleep…

But for some reason he’s still scared.

Taehyung holds his breath while he clicks the new message button, typing in a ‘J’, and waiting for Jeongguk’s contact to pop up. It takes him a moment to find the courage to click it, and even longer to compose a message with shaky hands.

Taehyung deletes and rewrites the message several times, first typing too much, then too little, and back and forth a few more times before he finally decides what he’s going to send.

‘hi, it’s taehyung; i had a really nice time today, hope you got home safe~’

He stares at the message for full minutes, thumb hovering over the little green arrow to hit send. Taehyung decides that once he finally does, he’s just going to lock his phone for the night-- put it aside and not look for any new messages until the morning, when he’s sure Jeongguk would have replied.

Taehyung doesn’t realize he’s still holding his breath when he hits send, immediately swiping out of the messaging app. He begins to release the long held breath, but the wind is knocked directly from his lungs when his phone buzzes with a new notification barely a second later.

His heart leaps into his throat, barely able to contain his excitement. Not only was Jeongguk still awake, but he responded.

There are tears gathering in his eyes. The smile that spreads across Taehyung’s face is so wide it almost hurts, thumb going right back to the messaging app to open the new message.

‘Message send failure.’

‘The phone number you are trying to reach does not exist.’

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when is part 2 of the food, the bad, and the dirty coming out?? i LOVED part 1!

sorry I’m just seeing this now!! unfortunately other works have come up so I’m putting that one on hold for a little bit :( but i will have a different Taekook AU up within a month or so!! 

and don’t worry, i do intend on finishing the good, the bad, and the dirty EVENTUALLY; it’s just been put on the back burner haha

-Kristen

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Delicate - Bambam

pairing: bambam x reader

genre: soft. soft fluff, soft smut

word count: 2.8k

You were so used to going through the motions of waking up on your own day after day and begrudgingly preparing yourself for another monotonous day of work, that when you arose to the scent of coffee and breakfast wafting into your bedroom, you almost thought there was an incredibly sweet burglar in your apartment. But you knew what day it was; you knew he was home.

Practically sprinting down the hall of your small, yet cozy apartment, it took every ounce of control within your body not to be stunned at the sight of your boyfriend before you; tan skin of his beautifully toned back on display in all of its glory, sweatpants tied loosely around his waist. "Bam," you breathed, happy tears beginning to well up in the corners of your admiring eyes.

Your soft voice in the archway was enough to make him jump lightly, but when he spun on a heel and saw you before him, his expression quickly matched yours. "Good morning, sunshine."

Without another word you sprang into motion, jumping into your lover's warm, comforting arms that you had missed so dearly. "Bambi," you laugh-cried as he lifted you and spun you around a few times, your legs secured firmly around his waist and your arms around his neck, "I've missed you so much."

Once he steadied himself, you pulled back, placing your palms on either side of his neck, finally getting a good look at his beautiful face. He laughed the most melodic and familiar laugh you ever heard, and your heart melted at the sound ringing in your ears. That same melted heart within your chest beat about a hundred times its normal speed at the sound of him speaking your name. "It's only been a few weeks, have you really missed me that much?"

"Like hell." You kissed his nose once, twice, three times, until you felt it scrunch underneath your touch. Placing your hands on his face, you marveled at the sight of him. His smile could stop your rapid heart beating in his hands.

He looked up at you lovingly, calm and content with you in his arms. "I've missed you like hell too." At long last, he loosened his grip on your thighs, carefully placing you on the floor, now standing inches taller than you. Bambam repositioned his large hands on your waist, pressing you against himself and placing his ever-plump, gorgeously pink lips against your own. You relished in this, lacing your fingers in his hair and trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. At the feeling of this, Bam pulled away from your grasp playfully. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, my love. We're gonna let the food burn."

You pouted but obliged, hopping up and sitting cross-legged on the countertop. Watching him pour batter onto the sizzling griddle, you listened to him in admiration as he told you stories about his busy schedule over the past month. You could listen to him talk about his escapades with his band all day long; the way his eyes lit up in excitement every time he dawned on a fond memory was the most beautiful sight you swore you'd ever seen. Here and there you'd ask questions to him in both fascination and assurance. The attention you paid to every detail was just one trait that made him love you all the more.

Soon enough, breakfast was ready and Bambam was leading the way to the table snugly placed in the corner of the room, coffee pot and plate of mini-pancakes in hand. You hadn't realized just how much you missed the sentiment of early mornings spent alongside the love of your life, until he was sat before you, black hair falling and framing his face haphazardly. "When did you get home?" you pondered, noting how he seemed just as disoriented from a night's sleep as you were.

"Around 3 a.m." His voice was casual as he sipped his steaming cup of black coffee. "Do you not remember?"

Your eyes widened at him, trying your hardest to recall the events of the night previous. "I don't think I woke up when you came home." You were sure if you had woken up to Bambam coming home and climbing into bed, it would have been something you remembered.

He simply shrugged, popping a pancake into his mouth. "Yeah, you were kind of out." He smiled warmly. "Still snuggled though, even in your sleep."

After a few more minutes of sweet talking one another over breakfast, the two of you had finished any trace of a meal from the plate. "I'll clean up after us," you offered. "You cooked."

"That's fair," Bambam agreed, standing up from the table and placing the empty dishes in the sink, "but could you do it later? Come back to bed."

His proposition struck you with wonder. Bambam was clearly having no part of waiting for your curiosity getting the better of you, as he was already exiting the kitchen and heading towards your shared room. Getting on your feet, you ran after him and leapt onto his back, almost causing him to lose his balance but he quickly grabbed ahold of your thighs, now leading you piggyback-style into the bedroom. Once there, he released you, allowing you to fall gently onto the delicate mess of black silk sheets. He quickly followed suit, collapsing beside you and gathering you in his arms. You embraced him, feeling the warmth of his bare torso flush against your body. It felt as though it had been years since you were this close to him.

Bambam played with your hair as you traced small figures on his chest with the tip of your finger. Nothing was said between the two of you for a long time; you just savored the company of one another until the mixture of the ever-familiar scent of his cologne and the sweet caresses of his hands made your eyelids feel heavy.

You didn't know how long you had slept for, but when you regained consciousness, you gazed up from your position comfortably in Bambam's grasp to find him looking down at you, humble grin on his cheeks. "Rest well, beautiful?"

Burying your face back in his chest to battle the flush quite evident upon it, you nodded. "How long has it been?" It was then that you realized his hands were still threaded into your hair, and you had no doubt that these ministrations were what brought you to such a peaceful sleep.

"Only about half an hour. I just woke up, too." You allowed your eyelids to flutter closed once again, more now in comfort than exhaustion. "Hey," Bam whined, "No more sleeping! Come here."

Following suit with his request, you propped yourself up on one elbow, allowing the remainder of your body to lay atop his lazily as you brought yourself face-to-face with him. "Come here," he asked again, practically pouting. Holding back a laugh at his childlike attitude, you obeyed, leaning in close and kissing him once. You had started pulling away from him, ready to test his patience further, but it seemed it had already run out. As soon as Bambam opened his eyes, his desperate hands were making their way to your waist, grabbing ahold of you and setting you down on his lap. Actions rushed and messy in order to regain physical contact with you as quickly as possible, he sat up straight and pressed his back against the headboard, bringing you with him.

Hungry lips were on one another in seconds as this position brought your body flat against his. The mold of his deliciously full lips against yours was addicting as your hands threaded their way through his thick black hair, his own unable to stop roaming the expanse of your body until one began inching underneath your- actually, his- t shirt. Your name falling from his lips was as smooth as honey as he asked with his free hand placed gingerly under your chin, "Can I take this off, angel?"

You laughed as his playfulness shined through as always, his hand guiding your head in a nodding motion. "I was gonna say yes anyway, you jerk," you teased, leaning back a little and allowing him to pull the loose-fitting fabric over your head. This left you almost completely exposed before him, you now wearing nothing but your intricately detailed lace panties.

Being so open with Bambam was something that came easily to you due to his comfortable nature, and being bare in front of him was nothing new to you, but you still shied away when his eyes drank in your body in such an intimate way. "Babe, don't be shy," Bam cooed, ghosting his fingers over your arms, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and you know it." Listening to his hypnotizing voice, you relaxed, instead allowing your arms to sling lazily around his neck. He admired you in his lap, mouth slightly agape. "Fuck, I love you," he finally said, voice much breathier now.

"I love you too, dork," you chuckled, reattaching your lips to his once again. The two of you stayed like this for a while, engulfed in nothing but the taste and touch of one another. Soon Bambam's lips left yours, instead peppering kisses along the curve of your jaw and following down the length of your neck. He stopped shortly to leave a few love bites, something he always loved to do, just as a little reminder of your intimacies from the previous day when you parade around your home. You craned your neck, opening yourself up to him and causing your hair to cascade over to one side.

The sudden action of Bambam's hands leaving your hips and migrating to massage your breasts paired with his divine lips traveling now down towards your chest had your eyes fluttering shut and your fingers balling into fists in his hair. You didn't need to be looking to know he was enjoying the effect he had on you; you could feel the corners of his mouth turn upward at your reaction to his motions. You shifted forward slightly, giving him more immediate access to your bare skin, and it was only when you pushed yourself further onto him that you noticed the arousal pushing against his sweats. Taking advantage of his distracted state, busy at work leaving gentle bruises across the flesh of your chest, you trailed a single finger down his caramel skin, stopping at the hem of the garment.

Bambam, clearly more aware of your plan than you thought, halted all of his actions momentarily to dip an arm around the small of your waist, flipping you onto your back, now hovering over your body. He was almost always the one in control in bed, both verbally and physically. Usually he would have you pinned completely motionless against the silk sheets, devouring you in the most obscene of ways while whispering filthy nothings into your ears, and you loved it just as much as he did, but today was different. Today was laced with much more love than lust, the two of you simply immersing yourselves in the pleasure of having one another after going so long without. "Bambi," you breathed.

"Yes, princess?" He looked down at you with a quirk of a smile, knowing how much you loved that name in particular.

"I love you."

He laughed, music to your ears. "I love you too. I just said that." He placed a tender kiss to your forehead, then returned snugly to your lips once more. Bambam shifted his weight between you parted legs, freeing a hand to ghost- agonizingly slowly- down your side, giving your whole body goosebumps. You made an attempt to glance down between the two of you, but Bam quickly counteracted your movement with a thumb and forefinger on your chin. He began to whisper sweet nothings to you, but your mind was far from the sound of his voice; you were instead focused on his cold, slender fingers making quick work of pushing aside your panties and dipping a single digit knuckle-deep into you.

The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves through your veins and had your breath caught in the back of your throat. Without any further hesitance, Bambam began withdrawing himself from you and re-inserting his finger in smooth, languid strokes. Rather than his usual suave, dirty-mouthed attitude, Bambam was much more focused on you and your pleasure today. He alternated between sloppy kisses and bites on the entire top half of your body and caring, meaningful glances up to your face, where each time he'd be more than pleased to see your gorgeous eyes tightly shut; lips, on the other hand, parted and emitting a mixture of praising words and cries of his name.

There was nothing Bambam wanted more than to spend forever like this; having you whimpering and melting beneath him, staring down at your face and watching just how strong of an effect that even the most gentle touch can have on you when it’s coming from him. You tried fighting it for the longest time but it was no use; the two of you both knew he was in complete control over you and your body. Bambam kissed your temple, withdrawing his fingers from you. “Are you ready, angel?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you whispered back. There was no need for anything more than that here. There was just you, and him, lost in a vast sea of black silk. Bambam is certainly one for body worship, and normally he’d spend much more time prepping you for him, perhaps with his mouth or a vibrator, but you could hear the strain in his voice when he spoke and you knew he was having trouble keeping himself together.

The collective breathy moans falling from both of your mouths when Bambam entered you were harmonious. He held you steady with a firm grasp on one hip, his other hand threaded deep in the locks of your hair. His eyes were shut, unlike his pretty lips as he slowly pushed into you. Your ragged breathing was somehow in time with his as your fingernails dug crescents in the sheets. It took a moment for you to adjust to the stretch, but Bam was patient with you. “Are you ready?” he asked. You simply nodded in response. With your grace, he began to move. He withdrew himself from the expanse of you almost entirely, before plunging back in. Bambam knew how to drive you crazy in so many ways, he knew how to maneuver your body and reach you in just the right places to strike a match within you. And that was exactly what he was doing.

Everything felt so good that within minutes you could feel everything in you begin to tighten, ready to snap. You just needed that little push. Bambam senses this, as he always can with you, and makes quick work of pressing his thumb against your swollen clit, massaging circles against your pulsating skin. “Are you close?” His voice was low and breathy and the sound of your name falling from his lips in such a promiscuous way could unravel you on its own. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yes, oh god Bam I’m literally rightfuckingthere-” His unrelenting motions sent your orgasm ripping ferociously through your body. Short, barely coherent cries of praise tumbled from your lungs like a mantra as an internal flame was lit within your body. Your frantic, desperate hands looked for anything to grip onto as Bambam fucked you through your high, chasing his own. They eventually found their way into his hair, where they locked in place, tugging. You used this change in position to your advantage, pulling his face to yours when you regain your composure and kissing him roughly.

Soon after you, Bambam’s throaty moans spiked in pitch as he whined into your open mouth, and you felt him coming by the way his thrusts quickened before stopping entirely, deep within you. “Fuuuuck,” he drawled for a good 5 seconds, before collapsing on top of you.

You laughed, trying to push him off. “Babe, you’re gonna suffocate me, scoot.” He groaned in response, very clearly not wanting to scoot. You flicked his ear. “Bam!”

“Alright, alright, fine,” he complied, rolling onto the side of you. He let out a dramatized sigh once before pulling himself together, climbing out of bed and stepping back into just his sweatpants. You watched from your dormant and comfortable position under the blankets as Bambam made his way to the connecting bathroom. Quickly he was back out with a washcloth, climbing into bed once more. “Come here, pretty thing, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Yaknow,” you said, lazily ghosting your index finger over his bare skin, “We could always just take a shower and clean off.”

“What are you suggesting?” Bam fought back a smile at your suggestion. “Somebody’s a little eager today, huh?”

You just smiled, climbing out of bed and stepping into the bathroom.

i haven’t posted on here in like four months lmao my bad!!!!!! i have no excuse i’ve just been incredibly unmotivated, i worked on this on and off for like a month and i think i’ve finally conjured up something worth posting!! hopefully i’ll be back into the swing of things soon. i miss u guys i hope u like this!! let’s not talk about how obvious it is that i’m bambam biased LMFAO

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About that Purgatory AU! tho... Not to be dramatic but uhhh I’d deadass crash again for Tae smh 😂😂💖 // lmao no but it was great tbh I need a second part ksjfjsjd

AHHH thank you so much! i’ve been considering throwing a part 2 to that story on my WIP list, but’s im not sure how i’d do it yet without straight up killing reader LOL

thank you again tho!!!

-kristen

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I stumbled upon Let the Games Begin today and it was really good. I went into it expecting carnage but the writing was so well done that I totally got the hebee geebees in a couple scenes. Also uou wrote the ending so beautifully it tore my heart up. I really look forward to reading your other stories.

OH WOW i haven’t gotten very much feedback on that story specifically so honestly this made my heart soar!!! thank you so much!!

-kristen

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Masterlist

 ⋆ · . · BTS One Shots · . · ⋆

↳ Coming Home - Jungkook x Reader

↳ Birthday Boy - Namjoon x Reader

↳ Let the Games Begin [OT7 Horror  AU w/ Vmin]

↳ Purgatory - Taehyung x Reader

↳ Spring Day - Taekook

⋆ · . · BTS Teacher AU Series · . · ⋆

↳ Detention - Yoongi x Reader

↳ Night Classes - Hoseok x Reader 

↳ Mr. Kim - Seokjin x Reader

↳ After Hours - Taehyung x Reader

↳ Private Tutor - Jimin x Reader

↳ Prodigy - Jungkook x Reader

↳ Study Session - Namjoon x Reader

⋆ · . · GOT7 One Shots · . · ⋆

↳ Delicate - Bambam x Reader

⋆ · . · Multi-part/Multi-chap · . · ⋆

↳ The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty [Taekook]

♡ Part 1 ♡

[sugaurora]

The Deception of a Rose | Kim Seokjin x Reader by @jiminiestardust

Kim Seokjin is the embodiment of perfection — of seduction — but you can’t ignore the chill that creeps up your spine whenever you look him in the eyes. If you’ve learned one thing in your life, it’d be that every rose has its thorns.

☆ Please check blue’s blog at a later day for her entry.

Permission | Min Yoongi x Reader by @ahoneyyboyy

When a strange man suddenly appears in your bedroom, you don’t know how to react. What you do know however, is he might just be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen - and he wants you.

Omen | Jung Hoseok x OC by @joonaxy

No one could really do an exciting narration about Bin Sera’s life, accurately titled  “The Most Boring Witch Ever”. Well…that was until she made a mistake that changed her life. A mistake called Jung Hoseok.

Dictionnaire Infernal | Kim Namjoon x Reader by @hobigolightly

Born with a specific gift of sight, your visions have only ever given you an irritating lack of sleep and a morbid curiosity for the horrible. But will all that change if you make a deal with a devil?

Periapt | Park Jimin x Reader by @angustdtt

What will you be willing to sacrifice for three wishes and more importantly, will you be ready to pay for the consequences?

Purgatory | Kim Taehyung x Reader by @kpopsinning

When you’re walking the line between life and death, striking a sinful deal with an attractive demon named Kim Taehyung doesn’t seem like the worst thing to do.

Blasphemous Kiss | Jeon Jungkook x Reader by @floralyoongii

Jungkook moving in across the street seemed like it would be the end all be all of Y/N and her threshold of college boys being fuckboys, but he took the cake, especially when he turns out to be more sinister than he originally seemed.

☆ Special credit to our design queen, @vanteism for making our main banner.

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Purgatory - Taehyung x Reader

He chuckled, deep and hardy, the laugh somehow seeming to echo through your surroundings despite the lack of walls for the soundwaves to bounce off of. He made no effort to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his smooth, pink lips.

“I can be… persuaded.”

[A Dead Writer’s Co. Collaboration]

word count: 6.5k

genre: demon au, smut

From the moment you drifted into consciousness, everything felt wrong. It was like an overwhelming sense of dread loomed over your entire being, sitting an uneasiness in the pit of your stomach you couldn’t quite place. You briefly began to wonder how long you’d been unconscious for, or more importantly, why you had been unconscious in the first place. Your memories and overall being were fuzzy, little recollection of your past, barely aware of who you even were. It was then that you finally decided to open your eyes, and everything was still far beyond wrong.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness hung over you as you stared up into oblivion. In your disoriented state, you started to realize that you were laying down. When you began sitting up, the orientation of your surroundings was incomprehensible. You placed your hands on the ground besides you, except–  there was no ground. Only nothingness. It was as if you had been laying on a nonexistent surface, the blackness surrounding you consuming you from every angle.

You looked down at yourself, you could see your body. It was as if a spotlight was shining on you, yet there was no source for this light. It just appeared to… be there. You held your hand up and flipped it around a few times, studying it as if it weren’t your own. How could you see yourself in this tomb of darkness, with seemingly no light source?

“Finally, I thought you’d never wake up.”

The voice that startled you jolted through your body– it was cold and icy, but also deep and sultry. You spun around so quickly you almost fell on your face, using your hands to brace yourself against the absence of flooring beneath you.

The man you were faced with was, for lack of a better word, stunning. His facial features were just as sharp as the suit he was wearing– all black with seemingly out of place delicate gold flower patterns adorning the jacket. His hands which were folded in front of him sporting several large jeweled rings, and two simple black studs were pierced through each of his earlobes. Blonde hair, flat and unstyled, fell over his face to just barely cover his eyebrows, which were dark enough to be seen through the pale, unnatural appearing hair. From your position on the floor, where he stood only a few short steps away, you could clearly see his eyes which were intensely boring into your crumpled figure on the floor. They were certainly his most distinguishing feature.

Gazing down at you, were dark orbs of nothingness.

Once you came to your senses and scrambled to your feet, your were taken back by the way the unnamed man, or thing, seemed to laugh at your actions.

“Where the fuck am I? What’s going on?” You interrogated, taking a few precautionary steps back to put some distance between yourself and the mysterious being before you.

“Wow, no formalities with you, sweet cheeks?” A grin spread across his face, wide and bearing slightly pointed, bright white teeth. “I guess it’s up to me for the introductions. I’m Taehyung.” He extended a hand towards you, but you just stared at it, making no attempts at shaking it with your own. Realizing you weren’t going to be meeting his offered hand, he curiously tilted his head to the side as he studied your actions. In too much shock to properly think of a better response, you tentatively opened your mouth to tell him your name as well.

“I’m–”

“I know who you are, Y/F/N.” He cut you off before your soft, broken voice could get out more than a single syllable, catching you off guard to the point you almost stumbled backwards onto the floor. Your mouth opened again, ready to spit out more questions you doubted he’d answer, but he was quick to beat you once again.

“Did you remember your name? I’ll have to admit, I’m surprised. Most don’t.”

As if you weren’t confused before, now your head was absolutely spinning. Of course you remembered your name, what kind of person didn’t know their own name? You dug deeper into your own thoughts and realized that aside from your name… you didn’t know much else. You couldn’t recall your age, where you were from, any sort of memories of friends or family… it was like you barely remembered… existing.

Taehyung must have been able to read the confusion on your face, the daunting realization you were unsure of who you even were, so he chose to speak up again.

“Hate to be blunt, but you are not faring well in the mortal world, Y/N.” He took two steps forward as he spoke, testing the waters to see if you’d mirror him and move back. You didn’t, so he went on. “You have been in an accident, a car accident specifically. Doctors are currently unsure if you will survive the trauma which your brain has sustained, which is why you have woken up here. With me.

We are in purgatory.”

Had you been in any other realm, you probably would have fainted at the words your brain was so very desperately attempting to process. An accident? Brain trauma? 

Purgatory?

“I’m dead?” The words fell from your lips before you could even properly think them over. You weren’t sure if that was a question you even wanted the answer to. He gave you no more than a shrug in response, looking down at the floor as he tried to think of his own reply.

“I guess. For now. But time works different here than in your world, my dear. Which means we can chat for a bit and decide if things are going to stay that way, sounds good?” The grin he fronted contradicted the meaning behind his words; the promise of life or death.

“Who… Wh… What, are you?” Your voice was hoarse, you wondered how long you’d been unconscious for here in this… this space you were stuck in. You were pleasantly surprised he actually let you ask the question without further interruptions.

He chuckled, almost as if he was amused by your cluelessness.

“God and Satan are busy men, my dear. When mortals like you are coming to their end, when we are unsure of where to send them, the higher ups sometimes let my kind and the angels help with those decisions. I am a demon, and one of Satan’s finest, at that.”

Your eyes immediately narrowed, and you weren’t sure if it was out of mistrust, or confusion. He seemed intrigued by your facial expression, prompting you to voice another one of the many thoughts running through your head.

“Come on, sweet cheeks, spit it out.”

“I… How is it not known whether or not I’m going to heaven or hell by the time I’m on my deathbed?” You were never a very religious person, but something like this seemed black and white. If you’re good and pure, you go to heaven. If you’re a sinner, you go to hell.. right?

“Oh darling, it’s not that simple at all. If you were wanted by either side, I would have no job here.” He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world. He stepped closer to you, close enough that he had to tilt his head downward to make eye contact now– if you could even call staring into those voids of darkness, “eye contact”.  

“That’s the whole point here, don’t you see? You either prove yourself to be worthy enough to sent back to the mortal world, or at the very least worthy enough to be sent up to heaven.” You hadn’t realized how close he was until you felt his hot breath, funneling each world directly into your ear. Until you smelled him– he smelled of no cologne a human would wear, but a very distinct scent was still there. Metallic, bitter in a way, almost strong enough to burn your nostrils.

Blood.

“I… have another question,” you managed to squeak out. He was intimidating you at such a close proximity, and if that was his intention, it was working quite well.

“I’m all ears, doll face,” he breathed, turning his head to look deeply into your eyes once again, your faces now mere inches apart.

“Why… why am I with you, a demon? Why not an angel?” You tried to choose your words carefully. Who knew what could tick off a demon literally spawned from hell? “Am I leaning more towards hell rather than heaven?”

He chuckled, deep and hardy, the laugh somehow seeming to echo through your surroundings despite the lack of walls for the soundwaves to bounce off of. He made no effort to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his smooth, pink lips.

“I can be… persuaded.”

You gaped at him, knowing exactly where he was going with this but unsure of how to… approach it. The tip of his tongue darted out from his lips, ghosting over the bottom one as his eyes scanned over your face (or at least, you thought that’s what they were doing). He leaned in closer again, pressing his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“You don’t think I know about your sins already, princess?”

You couldn’t deny, the hell demon standing before you was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, human or not. The way his black eyes pierced right through you, his inviting lips which he kept biting at with his tauntingly sharp teeth.

“Are you calling me a sinner?” you breathed, hoping your words wouldn’t come out too weakly and you could at least attempt to maintain a front that you weren’t somewhat scared of the being before you. Taehyung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment as he reached a strong, veiny hand up to cup your neck. His hands were warm, and contrast to what you expected, goosebumps rising all over the skin down your neck and shoulders from his touch. You could feel the icy metal of his rings where they pressed into your skin.

“I wouldn’t be calling you one if I didn’t already know the things you’re capable of, darling.”

With his last words he pulled you in closer, close enough to finally press your lips together. You eyes immediately fell shut, his overpowering, unearthly presence overwhelming all of your senses. You didn’t resist the kiss, in fact, quite the opposite. You longed for it; longed to taste him, to feel him, to please him.

The kiss was brief, nowhere near as deep as you would have liked it to be. When he pulled back he looked over every inch of your face, almost appearing… concerned?

“This is okay?” he whispered, thumb gently stroking the skin of your neck as he caressed it. You couldn’t help the small smile that broke across your face, a giggle even escaping from your lips.

Who knew demons from hell cared about consent?

“Yes Taehyung, this is great,” you breathed, affirming him verbally this was alright. You liked the way his name rolled off of your tongue.

The whole situation was truly absurd in every sense of the word, quite difficult to believe. Maybe this was all just some sort of fever dream, a side effect of a coma or the trauma you’d gone through. Maybe they had you on some drugs with strange side effects in the hospital. Despite trying to tell yourself this had to have been a dream, everything about the beautiful man before you felt too real; his smell, his warmth, the taste of his mouth that still lingered on your lips. You were just getting started yet every part of you was already craving more. He gave you that same devilish grin at your consent, but this time it seemed to have a more playful edge.

“Good, then shall we move this to somewhere more comfortable?” With his words a hand dropped down to your waist, leading you back several steps to where a grand, king sized bed had appeared behind him. It looked like something out of a vintage styled master bedroom, with deep red silk sheets, the color matching the way he smelled. Not bothering to wonder where the bed came from (Well, what was the point? You still barely had any understanding of the mystical realm you were even in.), you followed suit as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He spread his legs to widen his lap, a comfortable seat for you to take as you were guided to straddle him.

“Now… where were we?” he mused, ghosting his hands over your sides and up to the back of your shoulders. He drew you in again, and this time the kiss he went in for was much deeper. You hummed lowly against his mouth as his hands threaded their way into the hair at the base of your neck, gripping it loosely. Enough to hold you there, but not enough to hurt. The kiss grew sloppy quickly, but neither of you seemed to mind. Your tongues ran against one another in perfect sync, teeth occasionally clacking from the open-mouthed nature of the kiss. You were sure at one point when he daringly nibbled at your bottom lip, his much sharper teeth managed to draw blood. You gasped at the light stinging pain, hand reaching up to feel if he had actually broken skin. Taehyung chuckled to himself, sometimes forgetting mortals were fragile.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll get that.” He leaned in, swiping his tongue against your chin and bottom lip. After he collected the thick liquid into his mouth, swallowing it down as if it were the sweetest honey, he attached his mouth back to yours, pressing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste the metallic substance for yourself. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth at the action, and you shifted your hips, angling them to push down into his crotch. You could feel his erection straining against his suit pants, and even through the layers of fabric you could feel how large he was.

“Isn’t this supposed to be me proving myself?” you questioned, pulling back from the kiss to look at him as he groaned from the light friction between your hips.

“I guess you’re right sweet cheeks, that it is.” Taehyung’s voice sounded more strained than before, proof to you that he was getting more worked up than he’d like to lead on. You moved to get up off of his lap, and his hands fell from where they were still situated behind your neck onto his thighs. You sank down to the ground, rubbing a hand over his tented crotch and palming him harshly. As you looked up at him, you gave your head a slight tilt and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“You are quite the vixen,” he breathed, reaching out to grab your jaw between his fingers. He studied your face, his black eyes making his gaze appear all the more threatening. You simply shrugged in response, practiced hands making quick work of his belt and pants buttons. Once unzipped, you pulled at the waistband of his boxers to dip your hands into the warmth, and when you finally made contact with his erection he hissed the tiniest bit at how cold your hands felt. He watched in amusement as you pulled out his impressive member, loving the ways he could see your pupils visibly blow out.

“Go on then, I know you know what you’re doing,” he encouraged, a hand tangling it’s way back into your hair. It wasn’t rough, in fact maybe even more so comforting as you could feel his fingers gently massaging your scalp. You certainly didn’t need to be told to go twice, leaning in to tease your tongue against his slit as one of your hands settled around the base of his wide girth.

With your mouth finally on him, his grip in your hair tightened. You didn’t mind– he probably knew that. He didn’t hold back the low moans spilling from his mouth as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sinking down right away to feel the hot heaviness on your tongue. You closed your eyes and moaned around him, wanting him to know he wasn’t the only one enjoying this experience. As you began bobbing your head, twisting your hand and stroking to meet your mouth were you couldn’t fit him without straining yourself, he made no efforts to control you. He held onto you, but didn’t try to use you to fuck himself with your mouth. You were skilled, he was more than aware, and he purely wanted you to show him exactly what you were capable of.

“Come on baby, I know you can take more than that.” His voice sounded more like a growl, heavy with lust. You fluttered opened your eyes to look up at him, his dark gaze seeming to have become impossibly more intense. You pulled off of his cock and let yourself take a few deeper breaths, knowing if you were going to purposely gag yourself you should properly have some air in your lungs first.

“Yes sir,” you purred as you leaned back in, hollowing your cheeks as you dove in once again. You noticed he raised his eyebrows a bit at the name, but you didn’t let your eyes linger on his face as you closed them once again. Sinking down as far as you could, you didn’t think your mouth had ever been so stretched open before. He was thick along with his impressive length, and for once you thought maybe you were faced with a cock that you wouldn’t be able to take in all the way even with your deep throating abilities. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you breathed in through your nose as you kept pushing, going maybe an inch further before you began choking around him. The deep groan you received in response was nothing short of encouragement, only pulling away the slightest bit before going back down even further.

There was just something about the feeling of choking on cock that made you feel so… empowered. It was a weird way of giving yourself up to someone, sort of self degrading even, but knowing how good it made the other party feel was truly exhilarating. The beautiful sounds falling from Taehyung’s lips, he was practically melting under you as you forced yourself to go further down onto him.

“Holy fuck, do you know how good you look with a cock in between those pretty lips, princess?”

That. That was what you loved about choking on cock.

You opened your eyes again, but this time it was more difficult as there were tears threatening to spill over at any second. Looking up at his face, he was just as sweaty and unkempt as you hoped he’d be. It was like you had all the power in the world right now as he unravelled beneath you. You squeezed and twisted your hand at the base of his shaft, still unable to swallow around his whole length despite your best attempts. Your hand seemed to be sufficient compensation, pulling your head back several times to fuck your own throat with his cock. His head fell backwards, the grip on your hair tightened even more, and you knew you were doing everything right.

After a few more moments of repeating the same actions which he seemed to be enjoying the most, you were startled when he roughly pulled you off of him by your hair. You gasped for air, not even realizing you had been depriving yourself of it for a little too long.

“I don’t wanna cum before we get to the fun stuff, doll face.” His breathing had grown heavier, slightly labored as he spoke. Your stomach swelled with pride and arousal, knowing it was you who had that effect on him.

“And what would ‘the fun stuff’ be?” You reached a hand up to wipe some spit off of your face, and he guided you back up towards the bed as you did so. Once you were up on your feet, he nudged you onto the bed until you were properly sitting back on it.

“Why tell you, when I can just show you?” Taehyung hummed with his words, and now it was his turn to stand as he began undressing himself. He undid the buttons on his patterned suit jacket, discarding it onto the floor. As he got to work on the buttons of his black dress shirt, his eyes hungrily raked over your body.

“Why don’t you get a little comfy too, sweet cheeks,” he prompted as his dress shirt fell to the floor alongside his jacket. Taehyung’s body was toned, shoulders broad and well proportioned to his slim waist. Nothing overly impressive, but a sight you didn’t mind looking at nonetheless. His skin was pale, but you figured demons from hell probably didn’t get much sunlight. Once you were done admiring his beauty, you sat yourself up to make quick work of tugging your own shirt over your head. You tossed it off the bed, assuming it would meet up with Taehyung’s clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor that could be dealt with later. By the time you had looked at him again his pants and underwear were both gone as well, leaving him standing before you fully showing everything he had to offer.

“Look at you,” he breathed, back onto the bed within one stride. You were still in your bra and pants, but that didn’t stop him from looking at you with dark eyes that appeared to be filled with nothing but lust.

He reached for the waistband of your pants, but halted his actions and glanced up at your for further permission. It seemed almost trivial to you the way he kept seeking consent, yet somewhat endearing at the same time. You were under the impression with all he had alluded to earlier that this was well, definitely going to happen. Still, here he was, checking on you every step of the way to make sure you were both on the same page. Not exactly stereotypical 'demon’ behavior, as far as you would ever imagine.

Once you gave him a nod of approval he was quick to pull your pants and underwear both down in one swift motion, while at the same time you reached back to unclip your bra and discard that article as well. With the both of you completely nude, after tossing your last bit of clothing to the floor he moved up the bed to hover over you.

“Gorgeous,” he simply breathed, his scent washing over you as he spoke. He looked down at your now entirely exposed body in full, drinking up every inch of you as if he were committing it to memory for himself.

“Not too bad yourself,” you were quick to reply, enjoying the cocky smirk you received in response to the comment. You cupped his jaw and brought his face down closer to yours, connecting your lips once more and savoring the feeling of your mouths moving against one another. Your lips parted when you were startled by the feeling of two large hands gripping your breasts, massaging them with with gentle pressure. At the given opportunity Taehyung snuck his tongue past your parted lips, earning a moan from you in response while you slid your own tongue back against his. It was foreignly intimate, the languid way your tongues tangled as he rolled your breasts in his hands with great care.

These repeated actions went on for what had to have been full minutes, your hands caressing over the dips and curves of his own well sculpted body as he did the same to yours. His knees bumped between your legs to spread them a bit further apart, and you bent them up to give him greater access.

“You know darling,” when he finally broke the kiss to speak, you both sounded as though you were already out of breath. “I would love to get a proper taste of your beauty but,” he reached a hand up, ghosting his fingers over the small cut in your lip he had accidentally inflicted earlier. “I’m not sure that’s a risk I should take unfortunately.” He chuckled lowly, pressing two fingers in to your mouth and running them against your tongue. You were quick to respond, wrapping your lips around his digits obediently and greedily sucking on them to slick them up with your own saliva. Taehyung groaned at your eager response, shutting his eyes and tilting his head down to look away.

“And you questioned why a demon was assigned to you?” He sounded like he was talking more to himself, muttering under his breath with light amusement in his tone. You couldn’t help but smile around his fingers, reaching up to grab his hand and pull them out of your mouth with a lewd pop. You couldn’t possibly be bothered in that moment to wonder how a system of demons and angels meeting mortals in purgatory was really supposed to work, but maybe that was something you could reflect on at a later date if you didn’t make it back to earth. For now you were much too distracted by the erection being pushed against your thigh, Taehyung appearing as if he was on the verge of rutting against your leg if he didn’t get inside of you soon.

He brought his long fingers down in between your legs, making sure to trace some of your wetness in a trail down your body to make you shiver as he went. Clearly he wasn’t in the mood for teasing, catching you off guard and diving his two spit soaked fingers directly into your entrance. You gasped sharply, but he was quick to lean back up to your mouth and swallow up all the wonderful sounds you began eliciting as his fingers pumped in and out of you with little to no mercy.

“I know you can take it.” He practically growled against your mouth, just causing your moans to grow even louder. He was relentless, fingering you with the sole intention of opening you in preparation for his impressively sized cock and less so your own pleasure. You weren’t concerned though, he was right. You certainly could take it, and did find some enjoyment in his actions despite the roughness.

The kiss you shared had grown even sloppier, this time however Taehyung seemed to hold himself back more than he’d prefer now in hesitancy of his sharp teeth. He indulged in the way your pretty moans came out in endless waves, and you were able to tell from the way he smirked into the kiss with the more sound you made. He didn’t waste time and as soon as he felt you were ready enough he was adding a third finger– a step of preparation you didn’t think you usually needed but he… may have been an exception.

“Think you’re gonna be able to handle me, princess?” He pulled back from the kiss, panting, enjoying the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him as his fingers curled and scissored inside of you.

“I think you and I both know well enough I most certainly will be able to handle you.” You sounded as if you were almost challenging him, daring him to really show you what he had to offer just to prove you could take it. To your pleasure, he actually hadn’t dropped the word 'slut’ in any earlier conversation, but he did unsurprisingly seem to be hyper aware of your promiscuity back at home. Not that you were complaining, of course. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, suddenly pulling his hand out of you and using it to grab one of your legs and push it towards your chest.

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?” And with that, he was inside of you. It was such a quick, sharp, smooth motion, it in itself was a reminder to you that the being you were messing around with was not one from your world. You cried out into the void around you, the sound once again illusively echoing off of your nonexistent surroundings. Taehyung seemed pleased with your reaction, watching your face closely as you adjusted to the feeling of his large member filling you up. He slung your one leg over his shoulder, effectively keeping you in a position where you knew that the moment he began moving he’d be hitting your g-spot dead on.

“What’s the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?” He nuzzled his nose against your jawline, the action much too sweet to match the lust-filled implications behind his words.

“Yeah… yeah something like that,” you managed to choke out, tightly gripping his biceps as he shifted the tiniest bit over you, the movement causing another shamefully loud moan to escape your lips. Taehyung was loving every second of this, entertained by the reaction he was getting out of you.

“Well? Come on then,” you prompted through a grunt. The tip of Taehyung’s tongue poked out in amusement at the way you were still trying to keep up such a confident facade, when he had every intention of absolutely destroying you.

“As you wish.”

You had expected him to be just as ruthless as he had been with his fingers, preparing yourself for him to pull out and snap his hips back with such force he’d have you screaming. However he only pulled out slightly, maybe not even hallway, rocking back into you shallowly and starting up a gentle pace. He was hitting your g-spot, just as you had anticipated, but with the lack of force behind each thrust not much more than a dull warmth curled in your stomach. That was exactly what he was going for though, ready to work you up slowly so the orgasm that would rip through you once he finally picked up the pace would be absolutely explosive.

“Holy fuck Taehyung, you feel so good,” you moaned, your head falling back against the mass of pillows behind you. He grinned, one hand tightly gripping your hip while the other held onto the leg he had over his shoulder. With every thrust you felt fuller than you’d ever been in your whole life, just wishing he’d speed up the tiniest bit, enough so you could work up to a climax you were craving so deeply.

“You look so pretty doll face, I knew you’d look even prettier when I filled you up with my cock.” Taehyung was panting his words, burying his face in your neck and mouthing at your skin as he continued to fuck you.

He kept up that pace for a while, almost sweetly slow as if his soul intent was making you feel good for as long as possible. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks, surprised by the softness of hair appearing such an unnatural color. Did demons bleach their hair? Was that a thing? You were too preoccupied to care.

There was something about having sex with Taehyung that made him different than any other partner you’d ever been with. You felt strangely connected to him– maybe it was simply because he wasn’t human, controlling and manipulating you in ways only a demon could, or maybe it was because he already had an understanding of you you were barely able to comprehend. The innocent human side of you preferred to believe the latter.

Taehyung brought you out of your thoughts when he decided it was time to switch things up, leaning back and grabbing your other leg to also bring that one over his shoulder as well.

“Ready, sweet cheeks? Because once I start, I’m not going to hold back.” You found it almost comical in a way that he considered all of the pleasure he’d already indulged you in as not yet 'starting’, because you certainly got your own fair share of enjoyment from the lazy sex you had been enjoying with his face pressed into your neck.

“Ready? Of course I’m ready, I’ve been waiting.” The same grin you were beginning to recognize splayed across his face, and you took some pride in knowing he found your sassy nature amusing. Instead of responding, without another word he pulled his hips almost all the way back, then slamming into you with even more force than he had when he first pressed into you. This time when you cried out you tightly gripped his hair, which earned a hiss from him but he appeared to enjoy it too. That was when Taehyung became merciless, giving you no time in between as he pulled back out and repeated the same forceful thrusts. Now, with the way he held your legs and his new change in pace, the pounding against your g-spot was dizzying. Your back began arching off of the bed from the intense pleasure, but he was quick to adjust his hold on your legs to press you down flat, practically folding your body in half as he slammed into you.

“Come on princess, stay still and take my cock like a good girl,” he grunted, emphasizing his works with every sharp thrust. The heat in your stomach was building much too quickly, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you were cumming with the rate he was going at.

“F-Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Your words were strained, a struggle to get out though your heavy breaths and moans. As if on queue, he reached a hand down in between your legs, thumb going straight to your clit.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” That was all it took, his words combined with the pressure on your clit and you were cumming around his cock as a white hot orgasm ripped through your entire body. As you came you moved your hands down to dig your fingernails into the skin of his biceps, and you could feel how hot your face got, burning as you saw spots in your vision. Your entire body was trembling as each wave of pleasure coursed through you, and with every hit of his cock on your g-spot it was like a new wave summated, intensifying the orgasm. Taehyung continued to fuck you through your high, not faltering for a second until he noticed your body begin to relax again and you stopped clenching around him. He slowed his pace yet maintained his force, fucking you deeply until he was on the edge of finishing himself off.

Taehyung pulled out, taking the hand that he’d used on your clit and wrapping it around his own slick length. Within a few fast strokes, his hot seed was shooting out onto your torso. You watched in fascination as he painted himself all over you, his head falling back as the most beautiful moans you’d ever heard fell from his lips. You were still in a sort of daze from your own orgasm, barely noticing when he flopped down at your side, slinging an arm over your chest.

Now that he wasn’t hovering over you, you were faced with so much nothing in the space above you looking at it almost made your head hurt. It was like being in a room where the ceilings were so high you got overwhelmed, except this time there wasn’t actually a ceiling there. Save for your unusual surroundings, if you just focused on the being besides you, and not the fact that he wasn’t human, everything about this almost felt… right. Taehyung laying next to you, pulling you closer into his sweaty chest for a post sex cuddle, his eyes having fallen shut as he nuzzled into your shoulder. You reached a hand up to thread through his messy hair, petting him gently as you two laid next to each other in a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, your own eyelids grew heavy, and you were sure within minutes you would fall asleep in Taehyung’s arms.

“You know, I’m not supposed to get attached to mortals,” he began. His voice roused you but not enough to reopen your eyes. In fact, trying to open them the slightest bit, you realized even if you wanted to properly open them to look at him for some reason you couldn’t.

“And you’re not supposed to remember any of this unless we meet again at some point.” It was almost like there was something in his tone akin to disappointment. You wanted to say something, so many questions still reeling through your mind you still had never gotten the opportunity to voice to him. His voice was soothing, deep and gentle as it lulled you closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

“But… There’s something special about you, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh my god. She’s waking up. Someone get the doctor I think she’s actually waking up!”

The excited voice beside you only further disturbed what had felt like such a peaceful slumber, and after a few more seconds of rousing yourself your eyelids fluttered open. You were met with the sight of a sterile white hospital room filled with equipment you couldn’t possibly name if you tried, as well as several of your closest family members. None of them looked like they’d slept properly in days, deep bags under all of their eyes, new worry lines over some of their faces, yet all of their eyes held the same teary eyed hope as they watched you wake up. Your mother burst into tears and hunched over near your bedside as she sobbed, and combined with everyone else’s reactions to your awakening you wondered how long you could have possibly been out for.

Your memories had returned, such as those of your past, but a lot was still fuzzy. You recognized now however that you had a better sense of who you were, and you knew that the world you had returned to must have been the right one.

Once your mother had composed herself, her and the rest of your family began explaining what had happened, the accident, the induced coma you had been in for over a week now. It was all quite alarming, as you had very little recollection of the actual events of the accident and absolutely none of everything after. But that was all the past now, as clearly all your family cared about was the fact that you’d actually woken up and remembered who they were.

“Oh honey, you had us all so scared,” your mother sighed with a small shake of her head, fondly reaching over to move a loose strand of hair out of your face. She studied your features for a moment, quizzically tilting her head to the side.

“Has this always been here?” Her delicate fingertips brushed over your bottom lip, and you were sure your eyes widened as you reached your own hand up to run your fingers over the small cut in your delicate skin.

Taehyung had certainly left his mark on you.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty [Part 1/3]

“Please tell me we’re off today,” Jungkook murmured again, this time understandable even though his face was nuzzled snuggly into Tae’s body. Taehyung quietly laughed and he could feel Jungkook smiling against his chest, the younger enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend’s deep laugh lightly reverberating through his chest.

“Yes, we are,” Taehyung breathed, burying his nose in the messy hair on the top of Jungkook’s head and deeply inhaling the familiar scent.

genre: fluff (cuddles, bubble bath, literally the softest shit i have ever written)

word count: 3.3k

The Good~

Morning sunlight filtered through the shades on the bedroom windows, splaying delicate patterns across their skin. When the light hit his still closed eyes Jungkook rolled over and into his boyfriend’s chest, curling into the warmth of his lover’s naked body. Taehyung had already had his arm wrapped around the younger’s waist, tightening his grip ever so slightly when he felt movement.

Being idols, days where their schedules were completely free were few and far between. When those rare days did arise however, Taehyung and Jungkook took the opportunity to stay in bed hours longer than necessary sharing each other’s body heat.

After having sensed the younger move, Tae began to wake and was unable fall back asleep. He shifted his position as slowly as he could, not wanting the sleeping boy in his arms to wake as well. Taehyung could tell from the timing of Jungkook’s breaths tickling against his chest that the younger was still in a very deep sleep.

With one arm still wrapped snuggly around Jungkook’s slim waist, Taehyung’s free hand slipped in between their bodies to reach for Jungkook’s hair, gently pushing some of the messy fringe out of the way for a better view of his boyfriend’s face. Jungkook’s long eyelashes momentarily fluttered against the smooth skin of his cheeks which they brushed against, and Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat. A small sigh came from Jungkook’s slightly parted lips, and Tae could tell he thankfully remained asleep.

Taehyung relished moments like these, being able to hold his lover close and just enjoy his beauty. He leaned forward the tiniest bit to gently brush his nose against the smooth skin of the top of Jungkook’s cheek, his boxy smile showing through when the younger scrunched up his nose like the most adorable bunny in the whole world.

Of course, Taehyung genuinely believed Jungkook was the most beautiful human being he had ever laid his eyes on, but the list of things he loved about his boyfriend went beyond his stunning good looks.

Taehyung loved when Jungkook laughed. Whether he personally was the cause of the younger’s amusement or one of their hyungs, it always sounded like music to Taehyung’s ears and made his heart feel like it was swelling. He loved when Jungkook laughed so hard his eyes crinkled at the corners and shined like every star in the sky was radiating from inside of them, and when he smiled in a way which his beautifully unique bunny teeth made an appearance.

Taehyung loved Jungkook’s hair. Despite fans’ wishes, Taehyung didn’t mind the fact that the company usually chose to kept Jungkook’s hair more natural colors-- he agreed it was most fitting for the maknae. Tae loved running his fingers through the soft strands at every opportunity he could find, sometimes massaging Jungkook’s scalp until he elicited practically purring sounds from the younger. His hair always smelled wonderful-- it smelled like Jungkook, it smelled like home. Sometimes Taehyung wished he was a few inches taller, just so it would be easier for him to nestle his nose into Jungkook’s hair when they stood side by side.

Taehyung loved Jungkook’s body. Sure, all the dancing and working out the group constantly did kept the tall muscly boy more than in shape, and any sane person with eyes would drool over his to die for figure; but for Taehyung it was more than that. Tae wanted to run his fingertips over every dip and curve of his lover’s smooth, slightly tanned skin until he had each tiny detail and crevice completely memorized. He wanted to worship every inch of the silky, soft skin with his mouth, ever so gently pressing his plump lips against the warmth until the younger writhed beneath him.

And his proportions… don’t even get Taehyung started on the things that boy’s broad shoulders and tiny waist made him feel.

Taehyung loved Jungkook’s hands. Tae loved holding them and caressing them and brushing his lips against the dry, cracked skin of his boyfriend’s knuckles. He loved the way Jungkook’s hands felt on his own body, embracing and smoothing his hot skin when they got intimate. He loved the way Jungkook’s hand fit into his own when they laced their fingers together-- like they were two puzzle pieces made specifically for one another. Taehyung had dreams about those hands… some more sinful, but others of feather light touches brushing against his cheeks in the most pure and loving way possible.

Taehyung was drawn from his thoughts when Jungkook began stirring, sleepily mumbling something completely inaudible before shifting impossibly closer to his boyfriend and burying his face in his welcoming, warm chest. Tae couldn’t help but smile despite the goosebumps that rose over his arms as Jungkook’s hot breath washed over the bare skin of his chest.

“Did you say something, baby?” Taehyung chuckled, one of his hands wrapped behind Jungkook’s body reaching up to stroke the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Please tell me we’re off today,” Jungkook murmured again, this time understandable even though his face was nuzzled snuggly into Tae’s body. Taehyung quietly laughed and he could feel Jungkook smiling against his chest, the younger enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend’s deep laugh lightly reverberating through his chest.

“Yes, we are,” Taehyung breathed, burying his nose in the messy hair on the top of Jungkook’s head and deeply inhaling the familiar scent. Almost if on queue Jungkook's body further relaxed, melting into Taehyung and forming their bodies closer together.

"Good, I'm not getting up," the younger grumbled somewhat bluntly, only amusing Taehyung further. Tae nudged his legs in between Jungkook's to tangle their limbs, knotting their bodies together in a way only the two of them could manage to find comfortable.

"It's only 7, you don't have to yet," Taehyung hummed, thumb absentmindedly stroking over the skin of Jungkook's shoulder. Tae could feel Jungkook's face scrunch up the slightest bit, and he pulled back to gaze up at his lover.

"Only 7? Have you been up long?" Jungkook's voice was still raspy from sleep, his eyes barely managing to stay open enough to focus on Taehyung's face. Tae shrugged a bit.

"Not really. Just thinking..." he gave the simple, honest answer. The two studied each other's faces carefully-- not in any sort of critical way, more in a 'holy shit you look so beautiful when you wake up and I want to memorize every detail of your face forever' sort of way. Jungkook accepted the answer after a moment, nestling himself back in Taehyung's chest.

"Okay well you can keep thinking if you'd like. I'm going back to sleep for a few hours," Jungkook huffed, thankful he could use his boyfriend's body as a shield from the rays of sunlight shining into the bedroom and hurting his still tired eyes. Taehyung pressed a sweet kiss to the top of Jungkook's head, laying with him in silence until he felt the younger's breathing even out once more and knew he had fallen back asleep. Tae knew he probably should go back to sleep while he still could as well; days where they got to sleep in late were rare, even more rare that they got to enjoy them together.

Taehyung's mind however was racing with ideas of what he and Jungkook could do for the rest of this treasured free day. Tae thought when they finally woke up and dragged themselves out of bed they could bathe together-- a shower if they wanted to be quick but he also wouldn't mind a nice, long, hot relaxing bath with his lover. Then if they wanted to get out of the dorm for a bit they could go to their favorite diner for a meal (brunch? lunch? who knew what time they'd get out of bed at this rate). If Jungkook didn't want to leave the house they could just make a meal themselves... or order take out if they were feeling extra lazy. Maybe then they could spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch under a pile of blankets and enjoy a marathon of their favorite Studio Ghibli movies (that was... if the other members of the group weren't also indulging in lazy days just lounging about the dorm).

Taehyung hadn't even noticed he had fallen back asleep until he was roused by a familiar pair of soft lips ghosting over his sternum. He hummed quietly and tightened his grip around Jungkook, smiling when the younger let out a giggle.

"You're smothering me, hyung," Jungkook teased, 'accidentally' baring his teeth and grazing them against the skin of Taehyung's chest. Tae tensed ever so slightly at the gesture and shivered, pulling Jungkook back to get his face out of his chest and instead pull it up closer to his own.

"Oh sorry, you just startled me with those lips of yours," Taehyung remarked sarcastically, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's giggling lips. After a brief moment of exchanging chaste kisses, Taehyung glanced above Jungkook's head to look at the alarm clock on their nightstand. It was now 10:37am.

"Does this sleeping beauty now feel well rested enough to get out of bed?" Taehyung questioned. He moved from lying on his side to on his back with an arm still around his boyfriend, running a hand through his own tangled mess of hair. Jungkook rolled his eyes slightly but nodded in response.

"I guess... wouldn't mind laying around for a few hours though," he shrugged, leaning so he was half on top of Tae and kissing his lover once again. Taehyung smiled into the kiss, hand reaching up to gently cup Jungkook's jaw.

"We can go to bed early tonight if you want to lay around and cuddle," he assured, trying not to laugh at the sigh that left Jungkook's lips. The fans all thought Yoongi was the member who slept the most, but in reality most days it took multiple other members and an air horn to get their maknae out of bed.

"How about we go take a shower? Or maybe a bath if you're too tired to stand," Taehyung suggested with a slight pout on his lips. Jungkook's eyes lit up a bit at that, liking the sound of taking a bath with his boyfriend.

"A bath," he nodded. "I'll use it as an opportunity for more cuddles." Jungkook poked his tongue out of his mouth in a teasing manner, but Tae was quick to chase it right back in with his own lips.

"I assume this means your lazy ass is gonna just sit here and wait while I go draw the bath?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, Jungkook responding with a nod of confirmation.

"Yes, because you love this lazy ass no matter what I do," Jungkook replied with a small shrug. Taehyung chuckled at that, cheekily reaching a hand around to pinch one of Jungkook's ass cheeks and smirking at the way the younger yelped.

"Alright pillow princess, I'll be right back," Taehyung pressed a quick kiss to Jungkook's forehead before getting up, ignoring the way his boyfriend feigned offense at his comment. One of Jungkook's hands clutched at his chest over his heart as if Taehyung's words truly strung him.

"Pillow princess? Me?" Jungkook gasped over dramatically, bringing the back of his palm to his forehead as if he were faint. "You know, the other night I don't think you would have called me that when we were at the studio and I-"

"Alright alright, enough of that," Taehyung laughed and cut him off, grabbing a random pillow that had found it's way to the floor at some point in the night and chucking it at his boyfriend still laying on the bed. Jungkook laughed as well, and Taehyung found himself standing and staring at the beautiful sight for maybe a second too long. Jungkook however didn't seem to notice the slight hesitation, so Tae just went on and moved to their private bathroom to run the bath.

Taehyung let the water run for a moment to get nice and warm before he plugged the drain and let the bath begin to fill. As it was filling he rummaged through a few of their overfilled drawers trying to find a bath bomb (because he knew they had one of their own in there somewhere and he didn’t want to get in trouble for stealing one of Yoongi-hyung’s again).

Once he finally found what he was looking for, he brought the bomb closer to his face to inhale its scent-- it was pink and smelled like cotton candy and had little bits of glitter in it. He was also pretty sure it was one which would fill the tub with bubbles.

Perfect.

The tub was about half way full by that point so Tae went over and dropped the bath bomb in near the water spout, smiling to himself as he watched the different shades of pink swirl through the water and tiny mountains of bubbles begin to form. Within moments the large tub was completely filled with warm, pink, glittery water as well as a pile of bubbles. Taehyung turned off the water and poked his head out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom.

"The bath is ready, your highness," Taehyung announced, giving Jungkook his best 'approaching royalty' voice. Jungkook snorted a bit and tossed his phone aside, getting up and going across the room to Tae.

"I can't believe you kept me, a princess, waiting so long," he huffed, suddenly going along with Taehyung's joke from earlier. Tae chuckled and rolled his eyes, grabbing Jungkook around the waist and peppering kisses all over his face.

"Alright, enough of this, just get your ass in the tub before I throw you in," Taehyung demanded despite the wide boxy grin spread across his face.

"Bossy bossy," Jungkook clicked his tongue, snaking out of Tae's grip and going over to the tub. He didn't waste another moment before carefully stepping in so he wouldn't slip, slowly lowering himself into the inviting water. Taehyung stood back and just watched for a moment, slightly amused by the way the mountain of bubbles he had made them engulfed his large man of a boyfriend.

"Pink, glitter, and bubbles suits you, Kook," Taehyung hummed, not missing the way Jungkook's cheeks flushed red at his comment as he joined him in the bathtub.

"Well, what kind of a princess would I be if they didn't?" Jungkook huffed, causing Taehyung to grin even more at the way his boyfriend had become slightly flustered.

Taehyung situated himself in between Jungkook's legs and allowed the younger to slide his arms around his torso and pull him down closer into his chest. Jungkook nuzzled his nose into the crook of Tae's neck from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to the area as well. Tae sighed contently and relaxed into Jungkook's chest. The younger was right-- this probably was going to just be more cuddling than anything else.

"Before you get too comfy, let me wash your hair," Taehyung insisted, sitting up and turning to face Jungkook still in between his legs. The tub was plenty large enough for the two of them, and Tae was able to sit with his legs wrapped around Jungkook's sides. Jungkook pouted a little bit, enjoying being able to hold Tae, but it was fine; Jungkook would be sure to take Taehyung up on his offer to go to bed early for more cuddling later.

Taehyung dipped his hands into the water and cupped them slightly, bringing them up to dump the small amount of water over Jungkook's head.

"Don't get any in my eyes," Jungkook mumbled, closing them anyway just to relax and let Tae do all the work.

"You know I would never, princess," Tae gasped quietly, earning a small smile from Jungkook. Once Taehyung felt his lover's hair was sufficiently wet, he reached over to the little ledge protruding from the wall above the tub and grabbed their shampoo. He poured a small dollop into the palm of his hand, setting the bottle back down before beginning to work the soap through Jungkook's hair.

Taehyung couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face as he watched Jungkook visibly relax from the way he massaged his scalp.

"If you were a kitten, you would be purring," Tae commented, causing Jungkook to peak one of his eyes open.

"That obvious I'm enjoying this?"

"More than obvious," Taehyung chuckled. Jungkook shrugged a bit, unashamed. The couple sat like that in a comfortable silence for a while as Taehyung finished up lathering Jungkook's hair.

"Do you want to rinse it yourself or do you want me to?" Tae asked, unthreading his fingers from Jungkook's dark locks and dipping them back into the water to rinse off the soap.

"I'll just do it myself, wash your own hair so we can cuddle more?" Jungkook suggested with a slight pout, phrasing the statement as more of a question. Tae wasn't sure why the boy was so insistent on cuddles that morning, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. Taehyung nodded in agreement and wordlessly began washing his own hair, repeating the same process he had performed on the younger.

Once Jungkook was finished he watched Tae in silence, reaching his hands under the water to run them over Taehyung's toned thighs. Tae shivered, not expecting the sudden contact.

"You're certainly getting more muscle hyung, just like you said you wanted," Jungkook smirked, squeezing the firm flesh ever so slightly. A light blush creeped over Tae's cheeks, just responding with a bit of a shrug.

"I don't think I'll ever get to your level of muscle, but I'm working on it I guess," he teased lightly, biting down on his tongue as it poked out from between his teeth. Jungkook rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss Tae, pouting when the other leaned back and away from him.

"Two more seconds Kookie, I'm almost done," Tae insisted with a chuckle, still trying to rinse all of the soap from his own hair. Jungkook removed his hands from Tae's legs, crossing his arms over his chest with a light huff.

Just as he promised, it only took a few more moments for Taehyung to finish washing and fully rinsing his own hair. Once he was done he scooched a bit closer to Jungkook, wrapping his legs around the younger’s slim waist more snuggly so he could settle himself in his lap, snaking his arms around Jungkook’s neck.

“There, is this more of what you had in mind when I suggested a bath?” Taehyung questioned, amusement evident in his tone. Jungkook shrugged and hummed, leaning in close enough so his lips could brush against Tae’s.

“Something like this,” he confirmed, fully pressing their lips together in a deep kiss. Taehyung couldn’t help but smile into it briefly, but when Jungkook’s large hands settled on his hips Tae found himself practically melting into the younger boy’s frame. The kiss became more passionate, yet not much more heated, fueled purely by their mutual desire to be so close to one another.

Things felt so perfect in that moment to Taehyung; more than perfect. He was taking a bubble bath sat in the lap of the most beautiful man in the whole world who he got to call his boyfriend, exchanging lazy yet loving kisses as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Things felt so right, so... perfect.

If only things stayed this perfect forever.