➯ You’d thought your embarrassing cliché of having a crush on your best friend’s older brother had died out along with your other embarrassing high school memories. But when her wanderlust-enslaved brother suddenly moves into her apartment with her, you realize your solemn preteen promise to never fall in love with him might be harder to keep than ever before. Especially when it seems that he doesn’t just see you as his little sister’s best friend anymore.
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: bestfriend’sbrother!au, fluff, some humor, light smut, light angst, oneshot
word count: 13.5k
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part of “the assortment: cliche tropes” collab » link removed due to tumblr issue
special thanks to sam @bluesxde for the lovely header and kiwi @itskimtaehyung for the cute dividers!
warnings: minor dirty talk, fingering, handjob
You frowned as you stared at the large bag the worker presented to you. “Are you sure this is all ours?” you asked, digging through the bag as you peered into it. “I don’t think we ordered this much.”
“You’re picking up for Kim Jihyo, correct?” the worker asked in a bored tone.
“Yes,” you replied slowly.
You shrugged, picking up the bag without any more questions. Maybe your best friend had decided to order extra so she could have leftovers tomorrow and forgot to tell you. But as you stumbled into her apartment fifteen minutes later, you found that you were terribly off on your guessing.
You let yourself in with the key she’d given you in case of emergencies (which considering how often she accidentally locked herself out, the “emergency” key had far exceeded its original purpose.) You kicked your shoes off, breezing through her living room where her TV was playing loudly to get to her kitchen.
“Jiji!” you called her by her childhood nickname. “I’m here!” You started unloading the takeout containers, once again surprised as you counted the amount of rice alone she’d ordered. “Why did you order so much rice?!” you called. “Will you even be able to eat all of this before it goes bad?”
“Rice is good for the soul!”
You froze, the rustling of the bag fading from your consciousness as your mind honed in on the strange voice. The strange, deep, definitely-not-Jihyo’s voice. She hadn’t told you that she’d invited anyone else over. And she definitely wasn’t dating anyone unless she’d suddenly retracted her all-men-suck dating hiatus.
Oh god. Jihyo hadn’t responded when you called for her. What if she was dead? What if this man had sneaked into her apartment and murdered her and you were next?
You snagged a butcher knife out of one of her drawers, your breathing shaky as you tiptoed toward her dining area. You clenched the knife handle tightly, slowly raising your arm so that you would be prepared for whatever you would encounter on the other side of the wall. Footsteps sounded across the carpet. You panicked.
“STAY BACK!” you screeched, jumping around the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room and brandishing your knife high.
“Woah!” the intruder yelped, jumping several feet back from you. “Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Your mouth dropped open as you realized you recognized the intruder. The knife fell from your fingers. “T—Taehyung?” you stammered, your tongue cloying to the roof of your mouth from your fright.
“Were you seriously going to stab me?” he asked, his face aghast as he stared at your abandoned knife on the floor.
