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introducing… military!taehyung .⋆♱

best paired with ditzy!reader

military!taehyung who is all quiet control. he has spent so many years mastering discipline that it no longer feels like a skill— it’s just instinct. every bed is made with perfect corners, every shirt is pressed without a wrinkle, every decision calculated three steps ahead. he doesn’t believe in acting on impulse, nor does he entertain emotions that cloud his judgment. feelings are unpredictable. discipline isn’t.

military!taehyung who measures people the same way he measures situations— carefully, quietly, and without ever letting them know they’re being assessed. he notices everything. untied shoelaces. trembling hands. the way someone’s breathing changes when they’re lying. observation has kept him alive for years, and it’s become impossible to switch off. very little escapes his attention. even less earns his trust.

military!taehyung who has never been interested in medals, titles, or recognition; he’d happily trade every commendation for a quiet life back home. unfortunately, excellence has a way of following him whether he wants it to or not. he’s the officer commanders request by name, the one trusted with missions no one else can seem to pull off, and the man younger recruits quietly try to imitate without ever quite succeeding. years of relentless discipline have made him frighteningly good at what he does. he isn’t naturally gifted. he’s just spent a lifetime refusing to settle for anything less than perfection.

military!taehyung who is secretly a huge gentleman and sweetheart. but with his service in the military, he has no time for dating and finding his one seems miles away. there have been women over the years— late-night drinks that turned into weekends together, fleeting romances squeezed between deployments, names that slowly blurred into memories— but never anything permanent. he’s very traditional, forever playing the provider, paying the bill, holding doors open.

military!taehyung who may be scarily quiet but secretly wants the sort of life people assume he’d never dream about. a house tucked away somewhere quiet. sunday mornings spent reading the newspaper over coffee. a wife humming softly in the kitchen while little ones race through the garden. it’s an embarrassingly ordinary dream for a man who’s spent his life doing anything but ordinary things. perhaps that’s why he keeps it to himself. because the reality is far less romantic— his suitcase is always half-packed, his phone is forever ringing, and tomorrow’s orders could have him halfway across the world before breakfast. love has never frightened him. asking someone to build a life around uncertainty has.

homecoming!au

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⤷ vampire!matt x bunny!reader

vampire!matt x bunny!reader who were never meant to cross paths. he’s from an entirely different world and time to her, and yet he can’t shake the feeling that it’s fate. after all, he never risks walking near that side of town, passing the churchyard even long after the evening service had ended. although he sticks to the shadows as usual, he happens to notice her kneeling in the grass with dirt beneath her dainty fingernails, carefully replanting flowers that had been trampled by careless feet. she doesn’t know anyone is watching, simply putting something broken back the way it should’ve been. for someone who’s spent centuries believing the world only knows how to destroy, the quiet act feels miraculous. matt tells himself he’ll forget her by sunrise. he doesn’t.

bunny!reader who awakens something ancient inside of vampire!matt. among vampires, mates are whispered about more like a curse than a blessing— an unbreakable pull toward one soul that neither time nor distance can weaken. matt has watched others lose themselves to it over the centuries, swearing he’d never suffer the same fate. yet the longer he stays away from you, the louder the ache becomes. it’s there in every sunrise he watches alone, every church pew he sits in with his head bowed, every prayer asking for the strength to forget you. he doesn’t crave your blood nearly as much as he fears needing your heart. and that terrifies him more than any hunger ever could.

vampire!matt x bunny!reader who fall into each other’s lives with frightening ease. he starts volunteering at the church after noticing how often she spends her weekends giving back to the community. she assumed he’s simply another quiet face looking for somewhere to belong, especially given how the town shuns him. he lets you believe it. deep down, he knows he’s begun arranging his eternity around her ordinary little life.

vampire!matt is who knows their relationship is built on borrowed time. if there’s one thing he’s learned over centuries of being a monster, it’s that nothing good has ever come from getting too close to him. every supernatural part of him insists they belong together— that she’s the one soul he’ll spend eternity loving. every human part of him knows that loving her is the cruelest thing he could ever do. so as the truth about what he is begins to unravel, as most secrets do, vampire!matt isn’t so sure he’s strong enough to leave her.

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introducing… ditzy!reader .⋆♱

best paired with military!taehyung

ditzy!reader who is too nice for her own good. she is a sensitive soul and empathetic to her core. she might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she has a big heart and a lot to offer. she tends to get easily confused and the moment someone raises their voice in frustration, she'll break down. but she always has the best intentions and a heart of gold.

ditzy!reader who is the definition of rom-com girl. she always has fresh flowers in her apartment, her favourite place is the mall, and she adores all things girly and feminine. she is a total fashion nerd and can name every designer item of the past three decades from memory. she is extremely clumsy and will trip over her own pretty legs regularly, resembling a baby deer.

ditzy!reader who loves the idea of love. she has a new story every few months, another first date circled on her calendar, another bouquet of flowers drying on her windowsill because "this one feels different, I swear!!" she is a diehard believer in soulmates, in chance encounters, in the kind of love that makes every failed relationship worth enduring. until she meets the one, she'll keep putting her heart on the line, no matter how many times it comes back a little bruised.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ overdue

you convince taehyung to induce your labour

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, smut, pwp, pregnancy plot, fluff, a little smidge of angst?

warnings: swearing, penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, cockwarming, riding (barely), praise, slight dirty talk, a lot of aftercare, mention of maternal mortality

word count: 1.4k

“fuck, baby, gently.”

taehyung grunts as he holds you hips, guiding you gently as you attempt to ride him in your heavily pregnant sex. you’re way past your due date, nothing but exhausted and horny most of the time due to all the hormones.

his big hands are warm against your skin, soothing your sensitive baby bump. he’s being extra gentle tonight, nothing like the rough man who’d gotten you pregnant. “good girl, slowly… just like that,” he groans lowly, the sound making your cheeks heat.

you bury your face in his neck, remembering exactly how you’d gotten into this position. taehyung had been nothing but supportive the whole pregnancy: accompanying you to every ultrasound and appointment, walking to the corner store late at night to buy your very specific cravings, always making you feel extra beautiful even as your body changed.

but the sex was the best part. he may not be as rough, now that you have a bun in the oven, but he was good.

you remember chewing on your lip, eyeing him as he retrieved a snack for you. and then you had bat your eyes and smiled sweetly, “so, i heard a little rumour for inducing labour…”

taehyung had merely rolled his eyes, that boxy grin reappearing because your head has been in the gutter for the past nine months. and now you’re slowly grinding on his cock as you make love.

“god, you’re perfect, bunny,” he coos, praise falling naturally from his lips as you barely move. you’re too pregnant for anything but tiny bounces and grinds. he thinks it’s adorable.

as taehyung winds his big arms around your pregnant body, you peek a glance at him. your soft eyes explore the perfect planes of his handsome face: those asymmetrical eyes, his round nose, his smiling lips, his soft cheeks. you only pray that your little one inherits his beauty.

he catches your gaze and holds it, slowly helping you lift your body, steadily thrusting up into your gushing sex. it is nearly painful how slow he is going but you relish in the feeling, having been craving this all day.

his strokes hit your sweetest spot steadily, and his hand strokes back your hair as you moan softly into his neck. he cradles you close to his body as he makes love to you, as if wanting no space between you, which is hard when your huge baby bump means you can’t hold him too closely.

“such a good girl for me, hm?” he nibbles at your earlobe and you squeak, nodding with your usual eagerness to please him. he lets out a low chuckle.

“now, just promise you’ll keep my baby bunny safe. take it easy now, okay?” you nod, eyes fluttering in bliss. you fight a smile at how he refers to your unborn daughter as his baby bunny, finding it as cute as it is cheesy.

his hand continues to stroke your hair, the same gentle manner he'd had throughout this entire pregnancy. his grip is firm but never rough, a stark contrast to your sex life pre-pregnancy. you shift on him, seeking a better angle, and he lets out a low hum against your neck, his jaw clenching briefly.

“please, tae…” you whine, sniffling with the familiar frustration of being tense. “wanna come…”

"mmm, i know, bunny, i got you," he kisses your temple instantly, knowing your pregnancy hormones make you incessantly needy and emotional.

he guides your hips with extreme patience, letting you do tiny, lazy bounces that make your swollen clit rub perfectly against him. it's slow, soft sex meant to comfort rather than dominate. "let go, sweetheart. that’s my girl."

your orgasm rolls over you slowly, overwhelming and sweet, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. you tremble uncontrollably, your pregnant hormones making it feel absolutely mind-blowing. taehyung holds you through it, slightly smug as he rubs your back and kisses your sweaty forehead. "there we go, my love. such a pretty girl when you cream my cock, hm?."

he helps you ride out the waves of pleasure, holding your shaking body close until your breathing steadies. pressing soft kisses to your damp temple, he rubs a soothing hand over your baby bump, his touch nothing but reverent.

"you did so good f'me, gorgeous," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and raspy. "feel better?"

at your small, almost sleepy nod, he chuckles. he kisses the tip of your nose softly before carefully lifting you off his softening cock, treating your body like delicate porcelain. he leaves you momentarily to grab a damp, warm washcloth to clean you up.

“wanna go to bed or stay here?” he asks, half amused as you slump on the mountain of cushions adorning your couch. at your sleepy whine, he smiles widely, cuddling close to your half naked form as you sprawl out on the couch.

your fingers immediately weave into his soft hair, his slow hands kneading your hips in a relaxing massage. he quietly admires your beauty, finding you absolutely perfect even as a heavily pregnant clingy mess.

“i bet the baby will come tomorrow,” you say smugly, your nose brushing along his sharp jaw. he raises a brow at your confidence.

“yeah, what do you bet?” he tests.

“mmm, just kisses,” you giggle, squirming closer. “why? you think the baby isn’t coming tomorrow? sex is meant to induce labour not postpone it.”

he shakes his head. “i think our little bunny is coming the day after tomorrow. just a hunch,” he smirks, pecking your nose as he rubs your bump.

you roll your eyes. he always has to argue with you on these little things but you’re so lovesick that you merely melt into him. “hmm. i don’t mind really. i just want to meet her so badly… i hope she’s as cute as you.”

taehyung snorts, pinching your cheek affectionately. “silly girl. how can you call me cute when i fuck your brains out every night?" he exaggerates, knowing your sex has been nothing short of vanilla since your third trimester.

you roll your eyes again, swatting his side lightly. “you’re such a dog! you better not talk like that when our baby comes,” you huff protectively as he sports that smug grin of his.

the two of you lay in comfortable silence for a while: his hand smoothing through your hair, your eyes fluttering shut tiredly. you're just about to drift off when he coaxes you awake. "hey, baby?"

"hmm?" you respond tiredly, blinking slowly as he swallows.

"promise me something."

the sudden seriousness of his tone has you frowning, eyes opening fully as you catch the anxiousness in his. "what's wrong, tae?"

"don't... don't you dare leave me, okay? i love you. can't live without you. if it comes down to it... god forbid... but i'm choosing you, okay? you're my entire world," he starts to ramble, almost choking up at the mere thought of a complication during childbirth.

as much as it hurts to think of a situation where he has to choose between your life and your baby's, you knew the possibilities that could arise. you're sure your loving boyfriend has gone down the same rabbit hole online, probably worrying himself sick thinking of the chances.

you smile gently, cradling his handsome face - currently twisted in a grimace - in your soft hands. "hey, baby, 'm not going anywhere, okay? fate or god or whatever is out there will have to drag me away from your arms. not going without a fight. i promise i'll come back to you and the little one."

despite the comfort, the singer sighs. after all, he knows it is not a certain thing you can promise. but still, he burrows his face into your neck, rubbing your bump in habit.

"fuckin' hell, baby. i love you so much, you know that? you drive me crazy. can't live without your cute little ass annoying me all day. you're mine," he rambles on and on about his all-consuming love for you and you just about melt into goo. it's hard enough being hormonal, but this has you tearing up.

"i love you too, tae. and i'll never ever leave you, okay? now stop making me cry, asshole," you huff, hugging him tightly despite the kicking obstacle between you.

taehyung feels the familiar little kick of his child and smiles, distracting him from the fears that eat at his heart. "precious girl," he coos at your bump. "daddy can't wait to meet you, you know? gonna be the most spoilt girl in korea. no... the world."

you smile, sleepy again as he cherishes you and your unborn child.

"you're gonna be such a good dad," you yawn, nuzzling into his warm neck as he reveals your favourite boxy smile.

"mm, i hope so, bunny. i really hope so."

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ love at first sight

how taehyung fell for his newest fixation

pairing: stalker!taehyung x bunny!reader

genre: obsession!au, stalker x victim, dark romance, angst?, smut?

rating: 18+ (mdni)

warnings: brief mention of suicide, obsessive behaviour, stalking, public masturbation, exhibitionism (?), watching reader whilst masturbating (she is unaware), details of dirty fantasies; breeding kink

word count: 1.2k

it was just like any other tuesday. routine. mundane. lifeless. taehyung is sure he’d shoot himself in the head this second if someone were to hand him a gun. but sadly this is seoul and not call of duty. so he strolls into his usual coffee shop before work, ordering the same black coffee he always does.

it’s the same comforting yet monotonous routine that anchors taehyung’s miserable existence. no friends, no life, no love. just wake up, go to work, eat, sleep, repeat.

his bored eyes, as dark as the coffee he drinks, rake over the small café in order to find something to cure his suicidal boredom. not much happens at 7am on a tuesday after all.

but then they land on you. and he can’t look away.

your beauty strikes him first. so ordinary but captivating. all-consuming. the way your eyelashes flutter as you blink. the way your nose scrunches in concentration as you scribble something in your notebook. oh, how he wants to know what you’re writing about. your thoughts and feelings and innermost secrets.

he stares not-so-subtly as you pause to nibble at your blueberry muffin. it’s not like these stale commuters and businessmen are paying attention anyway. he’s one of them after all and he never had. he finds himself frowning at the complete enigma you are to him.

a million questions flood his mind. who are you? what’s your name? are you the sweetheart you look like? where do you work? what are your passions and dreams? do you taste as sweet as you look?

“caramel iced latte for y/n?”

you perk up, glancing up at the counter for your order. and then your big, curious eyes find him.

your eyes meet across the busy room - his dark, unblinking gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin prickle with a million goosebumps. for a heartbeat too long, you're both frozen. then something shifts in his expression. not shame, not apology. possession. raw, unapologetic want.

he doesn't look away. he doesn’t even smile. he just stares.

you shiver, whether from attraction or fear you’re not exactly sure... you force yourself to break away your wide-eyed gaze, keeping your eyes trained on your feet as you stumble over to the counter.

“thank you!” you squeak shyly when you receive your order, polite as you are clumsy. you trip over your feet twice before finally making it back to your seat; he notices it all, of course.

experimentally, you sneak a glance back at the handsome man and he’s still staring. your cheeks flame a bright red as you tense and force yourself to concentrate on casually drinking coffee.

taehyung smiles to himself, finding your reactions cute. he licks his plush lips out of habit, trying to gather as much information about you as he can. your hair colour, the way your cheeks heat, your shy reactions, how you smile at a customer as they pass by. he didn’t like that. he wants to be the only one you smile at.

the brunette becomes aware he’s staring for too long - much too conspicuous - so he wanders to the small hallway at the back of the café. instead of turning to the bathroom like most customers would, he finds a storage room with an air vent, providing a perfect view to watch you without being caught.

the sight of you makes his cock ache. you’re perfect. every fantasy he’s had since he’d hit puberty could not begin to compare to the sight of you.

“fuck,” taehyung grunts under his breath, releasing his leaking cock from the tight confines of his jeans. he hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time and the mere sight of your perfection has him pathetically hard.

he presses his forehead against the cold metal of the vent, breathing heavily. the brunette wraps his shaking hand around his aching length, thick and throbbing, all for you. he groans softly, remembering to keep quiet as to not be discovered, and watches you through the slats. the vent is angled perfectly, as if fate itself orchestrated it, just enough to see your little corner of the store.

your big eyes trained on your notebook, your pretty lip bitten in concentration, your hair pulled around your opposite shoulder to give him the perfect view of your gorgeous face. it is obscene how pure and endearing you look whilst remaining oblivious to the stranger pleasuring himself to your mere existence just feet away.

“ahh, fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, his hand moving faster and rougher along his leaking shaft. he isn't going to last long.

his depraved mind spirals into a filthy, obsessive labyrinth, the volume of thoughts equivalent to a whole lifetime of fantasies, all built around you— the way he imagined tasting every inch of your skin, the fantasy of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your nails digging into his back as he possessed you. or worse, he imagines you kneeling before him, your pretty lips wrapped around his length, submission written in your pretty eyes.

taehyung’s strokes go more desperate as he watches you sip your sugar-filled drink mindfully, lost in thought. he’s sure your mind is a sinless sanctuary compared to his. his thumb slides over his leaking tip, mind racing over his new favourite fantasy: making you his forever.

you, bare and trembling, beneath him on his bed. or yours. or anywhere. the location doesn’t matter much to the man. your wrists pinned above your head, tears streaking your flushed cheeks as he fills you again and again, relentless in his pursuit, spilling his potent seed deep inside your womb until it takes. until your pretty tummy swells with his baby.

he imagines the scene in salacious detail. your legs falling open under his weight, your innocent eyes wide with shock and pleasure as he growls, "you're mine, bunny. i'll breed you so thick you won't even remember men before me." the thought of putting a permanent mark on you, claiming your womb, made him groan hoarsely.

his cock twitches violently in his fist, precum beading thickly at the tip. he’s sick, onyx eyes rolling back as he repeats one word in his depraved mind. mine. mine. mine. a strangled sound escapes his throat.

his hips jerked forward involuntarily, nearly hitting the vent grate. taehyung catches himself, breathing the thought of your belly rounding with his offspring, your pretty face puffy and swollen from crying, made him so hard it hurt.

“nngh... fuck..."

the image of you being completely consumed by his obsession— the mental picture of your swollen stomach carrying his child— was the final trigger for the poor man. he groans deep in his throat, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum splatters against the underside of the vent grate, dripping down onto his hand. more than he'd cum in years. his vision whites out for a moment, knees nearly buckling.

"shit," he pants suddenly, catching himself against the wall, his heart hammering against his ribs. he stares down at his cum-coated hand, then back through the vent slats at your oblivious form. you lean back in your chair, stretching adorably while checking your phone.

you have absolutely no idea.

taehyung doesn’t take long to leave the store with a shit-eating grin on his face. from just moments of brief eye contact, you’d transformed from yet another unremarkable stranger to his entire religion.

he sleeps lightly that night, eager to return to the café and see his pretty little obsession tomorrow. it’s ‘love’ at first sight.

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obsession!au ⋆˚࿔

⤷ stalker!taehyung x bunny!reader

stalker!taehyung x bunny!reader who were never supposed to meet. she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time— a quiet little bookstore tucked between two cafés on an ordinary tuesday afternoon. taehyung tells himself he only looked because she smiled at a stranger. he only followed because it was getting dark. he only memorised her routine because the city isn’t safe anymore. after all, every obsession has to start somewhere.

stalker!taehyung x bunny!reader who are living two completely different love stories. hers begins with strange coincidences, misplaced belongings, and the creeping feeling that someone is always one step behind her. his begins the first time she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear while laughing to herself in a crowded café. somewhere along the way, taehyung mistakes watching her for knowing her, and knowing her for loving her.

stalker!taehyung who knows her shoebox apartment better than she does. after weeks of watching her hide her spare key beneath the old doormat, letting himself inside becomes almost effortless. he never stays long enough to be careless. instead, he wanders through the rooms in reverent silence, studying the life she’d built when no one else is looking. every now and then, a small trinket disappears from her bookshelf, a hair tie vanishes from her bedside table, or a faded polaroid finds its way into his jacket pocket. he tells himself they’re only borrowed— that she’ll never miss them anyway. what he treasures most, however, is the worn diary tucked inside her nightstand. page by page, he learns her fears, her dreams, the names of the people who’ve hurt her, and the things that make her smile. by the time he’s finished, he knows her better than a stranger ever should.

stalker!taehyung who introduces himself as though they’re meeting for the very first time. he’s charming in all the right ways, remembers the little things she casually mentions over coffee, recommends books she’s secretly been wanting to read, and always seems to know exactly what to say whenever she’s having a bad day. she mistakes it for compatibility, maybe even fate. what she doesn’t realise is that every thoughtful gesture, every perfectly timed conversation, every shared interest has been carefully rehearsed long before she ever learned his name. to bunny, he’s the first person who’s ever made her feel truly understood. to taehyung, he’s simply stepping into a role he’s been preparing for since the moment he started watching.

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introducing… stalker!taehyung .⋆♱

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stalker!taehyung who has never understood why people are so afraid of being seen. isn’t that what everyone wants? to be understood completely? he tells himself that’s all he’s doing— understanding you. the spare key hidden beneath your flowerpot, the route you take when you’ve had a bad day, the songs you play when you can’t sleep. he even keeps a box of your stolen things under his floorboards. none of it feels wrong in his mind. if anything, it feels inevitable. because how could loving someone this deeply ever be considered a crime when all he’s ever wanted was to keep you safe?

stalker!taehyung who can’t remember exactly when curiosity became routine. one passing glance turned into recognising your face. recognising your face became noticing your schedule. noticing your schedule became waiting just a little longer to see if you’d smile at the barista the way you smiled yesterday. by the time he realises there’s something wrong with it, he already knows far too much to pretend you’re just another stranger.

stalker!taehyung who has a habit of appearing exactly when you need someone. when your car won’t start, he’s already nearby. when you lose your wallet, it’s mysteriously returned before you even realize it’s gone. when the stranger who’s been making you uncomfortable suddenly disappears from your routine, you chalk it up to luck. taehyung just smiles to himself. some problems have a way of solving themselves when you’re willing to do what others won’t.

stalker!taehyung who has long since abandoned the idea that good people always do the right thing. morality, he’s learned, is a luxury afforded to those who have something left to lose. somewhere between loneliness and obsession, the lines began to blur until he could no longer tell where devotion ended and violation began. he tells himself every boundary he crosses is necessary. every lie is merciful. every sin is committed in the name of love. all for you.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ baby fever

taking a pregnancy test with you boyfriend taehyung!

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, slight angst, a lot of fluff, pregnancy plot

warnings: mentions of unwanted pregnancy, a lot of crying, very lovey dovey

word count: 2.6k

this had singlehandedly been the longest thirty minutes of taehyung’s life. he stares at the clock on your bedroom wall, watching the seconds tick by painfully slow. but it’s not the time he’s focused on. it’s your sniffling body in his lap.

his big, warm arms have been locked around you for the last half an hour, doing his absolute best to keep you comforted because he knows this is hard for you.

after he’d finally gotten it out of you last night that you might be pregnant (during your intense make up sex) he vowed to be nothing but there for you… including taking the damn test. he didn’t expect it to take this long; the box says two minutes not thirty.

“baby,” he coos, hearing your sniffle in his neck yet again. it had been nothing but on and off waterworks all morning out of pure insecurity and fear. taehyung might be ready to be a dad but you’re don't reciprocate the feeling yet.

what guts you the most is that you know it in your bones that your boyfriend would be the perfect father. you’ve seen him with other kids: how his eyes light up and the little ones are drawn to his natural warmth and affection. the fact only makes you feel worse because you’re not sure you can do the same.

so as much as taehyung absolutely adores you, he knows you need a healthy dose of tough love right now. he pulls your face carefully from his neck, swiping his thumbs over your soft, damp cheeks with a stern look.

your reddened, doll eyes are nothing short of devastated as he stares blankly. his jaw tightens, not from frustration but tension - after all, he is just as nervous as you are, but he won’t admit it. his main concern right now is you.

“you’re going to check it now, bun,” he murmurs, that velvety voice of his gentle but firm. he presses a kiss to your hair, smoothing it down where it’d been mussed from crying into his arms, before pulling his arms away. “i’m not letting you suffer through this any longer. i hate seeing you like this. we’re doing this together, my love. you think i’d ever let anything happen to you?”

you have to glare at him for that one. he fights a smile, rubbing the back of his neck at the irony, because technically he was the one who did this to you… but he doesn’t exactly remember you complaining at the crime scene. “okay okay, stop glaring, gorgeous. my point still stands. i’m here, okay?”

“but, tae-” you try to protest, but it’s impossible when he presses a finger to your lips, silencing you before you start overthinking again.

"no more arguments,” his coffee-coloured eyes bore into yours, intense and unwavering. “i’m taking you to the bathroom and checking that stick myself if I have to." his tone leaves no room for further debate. but you still whine like he’s dragging you to your doom.

you swallow as you approach the little bathroom tucked away in the corner of your shared apartment. you’re chewing on you lip and you tug on your boyfriend’s hand to stop him before he can enter. “what if it’s positive?” you worry, brows creased and doll eyes tearing up yet again.

his arms find their familiar place around you, understanding exactly where your fear is coming from. you didn’t exactly have the best parents so you worry you’ll fall into the same place with your own baby. however, taehyung - probably the most affectionate man on the planet - is convinced you walk on water and therefore could do no wrong to your child.

he presses a firm kiss against your temple, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles up and down your spine. "then we become parents,” he states with a casual shrug, his tone completely serious and leaving zero room for doubt. he tightens those big arms around you. “sweet girl, you know i’d give my life for that child. just like i’d give my life for you."

your breath hitches. he shakes his head, as if still in disbelief that you don’t know how much he absolutely adores you. he’d known it since the very day you’d met that you were the one for him. so he’d quite literally rather die than see you this distraught.

you try to listen to him. his words are usually a soothing balm to your anxious soul. but still, he senses your mind wandering, your body going tense despite his closeness. he lifts his chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his dark eyes narrow slightly, reading you like a book.

"you’re doing it again." his voice is soft but accusing. "overthinking. wondering what you're not capable of." he sucks his teeth in disapproval, shaking his head.

he takes your pretty face in his big hands, forcing you to maintain eye contact. “you are terrified you won't be good enough, and that is ridiculous." his tone is sharp, final, cutting through your panic instantly. “you love fiercely, pretty girl. you care until it hurts. that is what makes a mother. nothing else matters."

he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, mimicking your little habit that you often do to him in order to make you smile. you don’t but you do relax a little.

“besides,” he says. “our baby is going to love the hell out of you. if it’s genetically half me, how could it not?” he shrugs. “all we have to be is there for them. everything else will fall into place.”

he sounds so assured in his words that you almost forget that he’s in the exact same vulnerable position you are. “how can you sound so sure?” you sigh.

"because i know us, love." he answers immediately, stroking your cheek with impossible gentleness as that boxy grin appears. "we love each other enough to burn the world down. that translates perfectly to parenting." he taps your nose lightly like it’s nothing but logic. “and i know you. more than anyone else. you have the biggest heart on this planet. you're only terrified because you care, which proves you will be perfect."

you sigh, trying to let yourself believe him but deep down the worries persist. he knows this so he kisses your forehead again, hoping to ease your anxiety. “besides… every little thing is gonna be alright,” he starts to sing cheesily which makes you laugh suddenly.

“bob marley? really?” you ask with a giggle, kissing the tip of his nose as usual as he nods. “mhmm. our baby will love him.” you’re stunned into silence at how ready he sounds… it’s almost soothing.

he chuckles deeply, the vibration rumbling through your chest where you’re pressed against him. seeing you laugh— even for a second— eases the heavy knot in his own chest. "don't look at me like that," he murmurs, poking your side gently. “i'm serious. my kid is gonna have excellent taste in music."

“our kid,” you correct quietly. he grins because you’re technically making progress.

he smirks at your small correction— the first step toward accepting something that might actually be happening. a flicker of pride and relief crosses his handsome face, but the smugness fades into something more serious. he catches a glimpse of your shifting expression— the laughter dimming. the fear threatening to creep back.

his hand slows on your side, fingers pressing in firmly. “hey, baby. we’re doing this together, remember? nothing to be scared of,” he reminds you, talking slowly and gently like you would to a scared animal. you guess you resemble one right now with the way your eyes are animatedly wide and you’re practically trembling with nerves.

he guides you into the cosy bathroom, both of you finding the white stick discarded on the ground. you hide in his chest, shaking your head. “i can’t look.”

taehyung immediately wraps a protective arm around your head, pressing your face firmly into his bare chest to shield your eyes from the test. he knows you’re on the verge of breaking down, your trembling body vibrating against his. “shh, i’ve got you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “keep your eyes closed for me, my love. you want me to check?”

at your subtle nod, he nods, kissing your hair before letting go to crouch down and retrieve the test.

his large fingers close around the stick. for a moment he just holds it, staring at the little plastic window without looking. his heart pounds so hard he can feel it in his throat. he hadn’t been this nervous in forever, maybe since he’d met you. then he exhales sharply and finally lifts it.

two lines. two fucking lines.

his breath catches. his whole body goes still. he feels the exact moment his world shifts permanently underneath him.

he couldn’t be happier.

his thumb brushes over the two pink lines repeatedly, so gentle as if the stick is the baby itself— disbelief hardwired into his expression. his jaw tightens. a baby. his baby. your baby.

he freezes, his heart rate spiking dangerously. he can hear the panic rising in you. before he can stop you, you've launched yourself at him, hiding your face in his neck. he catches you easily, one hand cradling your head while the other keeps a firm grip around your waist. “no, baby. look at me."

you refuse to unlatch yourself from the warm man. he frowns, deciding a different approach.

“honey, it’s negative.”

you pause completely, shock flooding your features. but relief doesn’t flood your tense body like you expect it to. like you want it to. instead you look up at taehyung with a slight pout.

your boyfriend notices, of course - he notices everything about you. a quiet, knowing laugh escapes him, deep and rumbling, as he pockets the test

"you disappointed, baby?" he teases gently, pressing a kiss to your pouting lips. you blink in surprise. are you disappointed?

you realise that as much as you were worried about being a good mother, you’d grown used to the thought of a little one growing inside of you. the product of the love you share with taehyung.

“i… i don’t know. i think i am,” you frown, looking up at him with quiet disappointment. “is that bad? i didn’t think i wanted a baby yet but now… now i think i do.” you realise.

the brunette doesn’t stop grinning: his plan worked seamlessly.

he watches realisation dawn with smug satisfaction. he knows you. knows that under all the fear and panic, there was a part of you already leaning into the idea of parenthood. he just needed to give you a taste of relief— of thinking you escaped— to let your true feelings surface.

his thumb strokes your cheek, grinning unapologetically. “no, baby, not bad at all."

your disappointment takes a backseat for your sudden confusion. he’s happy? “why are you smiling like that? i thought you were the one wanted a baby - or five, if i remember correctly,” you frown, brows pulling together.

he laughs softly, a rich, deep sound that fills the small bathroom. your favourite sound. you nearly get distracted but he gently taps the tip of your nose, his grin turning positively wicked. taehyung knows exactly what he's doing— he played you perfectly.

“i do want a baby with you, gorgeous," he assures you. “more than anything." he reaches into his pocket and pulls the positive test back out, holding it between you two. you frown in confusion before looking at the test. was that two lines?

you snatch it with a gasp. “taehyung!” you shriek, eyes so wide he’s sure they’ll pop out your pretty little head. “you lied?” your voice raises two octaves in surprise.

he bursts into deep, chest-rumbling laughter as you snatch the stick from his fingers, his boxy grin stretching wide across his face. leaning back against the bathroom counter, he stares your shock with pure, unadulterated amusement.

“sorry, bun. had to see what you really wanted,” he shrugs, stroking your hair as you start to smile. this is real. you’re pregnant.

the realisation hits you all over again, knocking the breath out of your lungs. two lines. positive. you stare at the plastic stick in your trembling hand, your future suddenly looking very real.

“you’re terrible!” you exclaim through a teary laugh, reaching over to smack his chest. he catches your hand easily, pressing it to his mouth like he can’t get enough of you. “you absolute jerk! i’m pregnant? really? we’re having a baby?”

he kisses your knuckles softly, watching tears spill down your cheeks with a quiet tenderness that contradicts his earlier trickery. “really," he confirms, voice dropping low and reverent. "we’re having a baby."

“taehyung!” you shout excitedly.

“y/n!” he mimics your cute squeals, letting you jump up into his arms.

the singer catches you effortlessly, your smaller frame engulfed in his embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder. he’s solid and stable— a stark contrast to the chaotic whirl of emotions screaming inside your head. one arm holds you tight, the other cradles the back of your head.

his lips brush your ear. “careful, honey. you’ve got a bun in the oven now. gotta take care of my baby bunny,” he grins, beyond smug. you blush once he sets you down, hiding your cheeks using the palms of his large hands. he laughs.

but as the humor of the moment starts to dissolve, your smile slowly melts away. his words, though teasing on the surface, carry an undeniable, heavy finality. the reality of it— your belly, your body changing, a whole new person to protect, to love, to possibly disappoint— slams into you full force. he shakes his head before you can overthink it.

“don’t do that, baby,” he sighs, kissing your hair comfortingly.

“no, i- i’m happy about the baby. just worried…” you explain.

he nods understandingly, his thumb brushing gentle circles on your hip as he holds you. “i know, sweetheart," he murmurs against your hair. “you're worried about being a good mom. about doing everything right. about not fucking up this tiny human we made together."

you frown at even the thought.

“but that won’t happen. that little baby in there,” he pokes your stomach fondly. “is going to fall for you, just like how i did. it’s impossible for anything else to happen. i’ve seen you take care of your nieces and nephews, and our yeontan, and even me— you’re nurturing and sweet. perfect. how can anyone not love you?”

and you can’t exactly argue with that logic. taehyung isn’t just in love with you. he sees you as love itself. so he can’t understand how you could be anything but a good mother.

you smile up at him, unable to hold it back when he’s flattering you so much. it’s hard to be insecure around him. he melts, looking down at you like you’re his entire universe. you’re the sun and he’s the lucky planet who got to be in your orbit. and now you have a baby star on the way.

“that’s my girl,” he praises at you relaxing completely. there’s nothing to worry about with your boyfriend around.

you’re quiet now, happy even. you never expected to be a mother so soon but taehyung’s happiness is deathly contagious and your heart swells. everything is just right.

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