⟡ Pairing: Mafia! Min Yoongi x Reader
⟡ Genre: SMUTTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, yandere, dark fic, mafia au, angst, dead dove...?
⟡ Warnings/tags: Explicit smut, dom Yoongi, sub reader, fem reader, torture, death, gore, violence, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of abuse, actual abuse, hopelessness, manhandling (he treats u like a ragdoll), he def has an interesting way of showing he cares about u, u see him as ur saviour, ur kind of...always trying to seduce him..., penetrative sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, spitting, handcuff play, sadism, masochism, physical punishment, body praise, body study, gunplay, mindbreak, possessive Yoongi, he's more interested in making you cum instead of himself, he finds it interesting how sensitive your body is,(more to be listed i havent even started yet)
⟡ Summary: Having been captured and tortured by the mafia due to your deadbeat father's debt, you ended up being disposed of in the Han River.
Min Yoongi was the Ferryman for the mafia, the one in charge of cleaning up the bodies when they were disposed of. In the night, he found your floating body, looking a lot less bloated and fresher than the usual corpses he was so used to fishing out.
Oh.
You still have a pulse.
That's inconvenient.
⟡ WC: TBD
⟡ SENSITIVE WARNING: The plot and actions in this story are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
I do NOT support abusive/toxic relationships in real life. If you find yourself in a similar situation in real life, please seek help. Take care
No sneak peak yet...I will be editing A Royal Appetite in the meantime...
Drowsy and affectionate, spending most of the time ensuring you're comfortable.
He’ll press playful, ticklish kisses all over your face as you both recuperate, cuddled up against your side as his hand cards through your hair. He’ll clean the both of you up with a warm washcloth, helping you get dressed if you’re shaky at all.
He always insists you get some food in you afterwards, not an entire meal but enough to settle your stomach. No matter how much you protest, he always ends up carrying you into the kitchen as you laugh softly.
After eating, the two of you spend the rest of the night on the couch catching up on the drama you’ve been watching, falling asleep leaned up against each other, buried underneath a pile of blankets.
Hi guys! I was writing some ideas down for some future fics and was wondering which of them y'all would be more excited to read first!
These are all yandere-esque and will include a lot of dark themes so proceed with caution 😭
In The Moment (Photographer Jimin x Reader)
There was something odd about this photographer. It wasn't the way he managed to capture every tragedy in South Korea, no. Like the harbinger of death, it was the way he managed to be present at every single tragedy before it even happened.
And this time, you happened to be there, walking down the sidewalk of a bridge as cars passed you.
He was staring towards the sea, camera held to his chest when he noticed you approaching.
Then, with an unassuming smile, he pointed the camera at you.
Immortalized (Taxidermist Taehyung x reader)
When you got into a near-fatal accident, you were forced to quit your job and ended up taking a last minute offer as an assistant taxidermist. An assistant for the renowned artist Kim Taehyung, who specialized in restoring rare animals for museums.
Initially feeling indifferent towards you, your genuine and pure curiosity of his work caused something to swell in him, something he didn't know what to do with, how to express it.
He found himself wanting to shut you out from the world more and more, to preserve you in a pretty frame, arms pinned delicately with his finest needles, hung up only for him to admire.
Hunting Season (Hunter Jungkook x reader)
((Basically The Hunt au lmao))
Jungkook is the heir to a family that owns a massive private nature reserve. Every year, wealthy elites gather for one illegal event: hunting the world's most elusive prey.
Humans.
Whether it was through sheer luck or innate skill, you managed to give Jungkook a run for his money. Able to bring him a season of the hunt that could make him feel so alive, and he wanted to bring you back as a prize.
The Ferryman (Yoongi x reader)
Having been captured and tortured by the mafia due to your dead-beat father's debt, you ended up being disposed of in the Han river.
Min Yoongi was the Ferryman for the mafia, the one in charge of cleaning up the bodies when they were disposed of. In the night, he found your floating body, looking a lot less bloated and fresher than the usual corpses he was so used to fishing out.
Oh.
You still have a pulse.
That's inconvenient.
Pavloved (Dog Trainer Jungkook x reader)
Your local dog trainer was the talk of the town, everybody and their moms loved him. Charming, charismatic, handsome, and above all, patient. He seemed to truly love his job as a dog trainer, investing all his time into learning about their behaviour, jotting them down in his notebook for future sessions.
When you met him, he noticed you were anxious, people-pleasing, constantly apologizing. He saw you as someone the world had handled roughly, and all you needed was someone patient enough to guide you.
He'd reaffirm and praise you whenever you did something good, and be disappointed when you did something disagreeable. Slowly conditioning you to act like how he wanted.
Whenever he's especially pleased with something you do, you'd hear a faint click in the back of your mind. And your mood would be lifted instantly, expecting him to reward you with affection or a sweet treat.
A tiny bookstore; tucked away from the rest of the world. Plants adorned the area, and if you looked closer, you'll swear it's still tended while Namjoon analyzed it out of his own curiosity.
Seokjin
The comfort of your homes. Personally, you don’t think he’d disagree, as you took in the scent of another one of his recipes from across the warm lit kitchen.
Yoongi
His studio, some found it odd but it's where you both hung out at often. Seeing him lost into his music intrigued you more, and the perks were opportunities to listen to bits of any unreleased tracks; of course, you wouldn't tell a soul afterwards.
Hoseok
Well, to each other. No matter the weather, the time, or the season—you two would visit each other regardless, and enjoy each other company however that’ll be.
⟡ Genre: Dark Romance, horror, psychological horror, angst, smut, Royal AU
⟡ Warning/Tags: Explicit smut (eventually), dom dom dom they’re all dom, cannibalism (duh), death, violence, graphic descriptions of gore, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, reader gets skewered in more ways than one, yandere elements, possessive/obsessive, coercion to eat something reader clearly does NOT want to, zero morals because how morally correct can a cannibal be, despair, helplessness, mindbreak, adapt to survive
⟡ Summary: In the cold, rural winter village of Baekhwa, it wasn't surprising that the townspeople kept to themselves. The harsh climate never allowed for bountiful harvests, leaving the villagers perpetually hungry and reluctant to share what little food they managed to gather.
The royals, however, seemed to be an exception.
⟡ SENSITIVE WARNING: The plot and actions in this story are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
I obviously do not condone cannibalism committed by real criminals or whatnot. Take care.
⟡ Character Moodboards
Sneak peak...
“What's wrong, Princess? need to be instructed to eat too?” Yoongi took a sip of his wine, oh how you'd wish he was sitting the furthest away from you at this point.
“It's not poisoned, you know,” Jimin's voice sings across the table, stuffing a piece of steak into his mouth.
“No, I just-” You didn't know how to explain yourself, you didn't want to expose Melody as the person who told you not to eat, but you didn't want to completely deny their generous offerings either.
“I don't…eat meat,” You managed to squeeze out.
The whole table fell silent, the maids and butlers that had been standing in the sidelines with stoic faces now looking at you with shock, while the men looked at you with intrigue.
“You don't?” Hoseok says with wide eyes.
“Well, I just don't feel comfortable eating it, I don't think it'll sit well in my stomach,” You look down in embarrassment, trying to sell the fact you weren't dying to tear into the meat like a barbarian.
“Facinating…” Taehyung covers his mouth, eyes shifting away in contemplation.
“Don't you think it's rude to deny such a feast?” Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass before standing up from his seat, making his way over to you in calculated steps.
“Your people would skin you alive just to get a taste of it and here you are, shamelessly denying it,” His fingers clenched around your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“And look at you…” He smirks, wiping his thumb across the corner of your mouth as you hadn't realized you'd been drooling again, “...so bad at hiding it.”
Sneak peak 2....
“Fuck…” He moaned into you, you were unlike anything he’s ever tasted, sweet, tangy, if he hadn’t known you came from the slums he’d figured you ate a myriad of fruits for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
But this, this was what you tasted like with the diet of bread and potatoes? Imagine how delectable you would become if he fed you well like the good little cattle you were?
”Hyung…she’s so fuckin’…mph…delicious…” Jimin whines, getting drunk off your juices.
”Yeah? If you’re saying that then I’ll need a taste don’t I?” Yoongi cups Jimin’s face, bringing him up and towards his own lips, the two sharing your taste on their tongues as you struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening.
When Jimin parts from Yoongi your breath hitches when you see how blissed out the latter was, his sharp features turning kitten-like as if he just tasted an angel's tears, mouth parted and head leaning forward slightly like he wanted more.
⟡ Pairing: Univeristy! Taehyung x University! Reader
⟡ Genre: SMUTTTTTTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, so romantic, healing even, fluff, comfort, angst, comedy? ENEMIES TO LOVERSSS
⟡ Warnings/tags: Dom Tae, sub reader, fem reader, reader is traumatized by society's normalization of hookup culture, Taehyung lets her know it doesn’t have to be bang and dip! Reader hates Taehyung, drunk sex, belly bulge, riding, dry humping, Taehyung guides you through it all… unprotected sex (he doesn’t cum inside kind of…) praise kink, size kink (kinda…), lots of crying and feeling undeserving of love from reader, Kim Yearn Taehyung, he yearns so badly in this it makes me wanna throw up
⟡ WC: 8.9k~
To say you were celibate was an understatement. There was dust down there, cobwebs, even. You could barely remember the last time you spread your legs for anything that wasn't a round of platonic flirting with your homegirls. At this point, you were pretty sure your hymen had reformed itself.
You hadn't always been like this. Several years ago, you were in what could only be described as your demon phase, fucking guys left and right. A hot mess, people called you, a title you knew was backhanded, yet never bothered to argue against.
But that lifestyle took its toll. After enough bodies, you stopped keeping count, and with every meaningless hookup, your self-worth sank a little lower. To the men you spent the night with, you were nothing more than a sex toy with a conscience, someone to use until they got bored before ghosting you and moving on to the next girl.
Eventually, you'd had enough.
You cut yourself off from the endless chase for sexual validation, swore off sex entirely, and never looked back. The adjustment wasn't easy at first. Old habits lingered, and temptation didn't disappear overnight. But as the months turned into years, celibacy became less of a challenge and more of a comfort. Life without constantly seeking intimacy brought you a kind of peace you never expected to find.
Which was exactly why it felt so ironic that you were now standing in the middle of a packed nightclub.
Your girlfriends had practically dragged you out despite your insistence that you needed to stay home and finish your assignments. A master's degree wasn't going to earn itself, after all. Still, it was your best friend's birthday, and no amount of coursework was worth making her think you'd abandoned her on a day that mattered this much. If the price of being a good friend was a little sleep deprivation, then so be it!
The music was loud, your body buzzed from the alcohol, and the vibe couldn’t have been better. Your earlier qualms about partying on a Sunday night disappeared as soon as the sixth shot mingled into your blood.
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned your head and tried to discern who wanted your attention amongst the flashing lights and bright music. “(Y/N)! We’re going out for a smoke, you coming?” Jihoon, your best friend, yelled next to your ear. You could barely make out her words amongst the deafening music, but nod anyway. The whole group was linking arms and shoving their way out of the club.
The fresh summer night air hit you the moment you stepped outside, giving you a much-needed second wind. You hadn't realized just how suffocating the air inside the club had become until now. Around you, the girls were already pulling cigarettes from their packs, passing lighters between one another, some even leaning in to light each other's cigarettes from the glowing tips of their own. Truly, a group of gorgeous chain-smokers.
Mina wandered over, a fresh cigarette pinched between her fingers before gently pressing the filter against your lips. She tilted her head, silently waiting for your answer
Your friends knew you didn't smoke, yet they always offered you one anyway. You hated the smell that clung stubbornly to your hair, your clothes, your skin, and the bitter aftertaste it left coating your tongue.
But fuck if you didn't need one right now.
A smirk tugged at your lips as you parted them, taking the cigarette between them. Mina's eyes immediately lit up, her drunken grin stretching from ear to ear as though you'd just made her entire night.
Without a word, she cupped your face and gently pulled you closer. The glowing tip of her cigarette met yours, the two embers kissing for a brief moment before the flame caught. Your own cigarette flared to life, the end glowing a warm orange.
She pulled away with a satisfied smile before slipping back into the group, where a chorus of playful cheers and approving remarks greeted your arrival as you joined them.
"No way, you're smoking?" Yumi gasped, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a sympathetic side hug. "Has school really been that stressful?"
"Yeah, something like that." You shrugged, not wanting to think about your assignments for even a second longer. Tonight, you just wanted to enjoy yourself.
"Aww, you poor thing." She pouted, her words slurring ever so slightly from the alcohol. "At least you're having fun, right?"
You answered with nothing more than a small, fond smile and a nod.
"Hey," Hanni chimed in, grinning far too mischievously for anyone's good. "If you're breaking your cigarette ban, why not break something else?"
A chorus of groans erupted around the group, followed by someone lightly smacking her shoulder. The street filled with laughter as Hanni doubled over, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
"I'm serious!" she insisted between giggles. "You've turned into a total workaholic ever since you-" she raised both hands to make exaggerated air quotes, "-reached divinity."
The phrase had become your go-to answer whenever someone asked why you'd decided to stay celibate, and somehow, your friends never let you live it down.
"I know you stopped for a good reason, and I'm proud of you. So, so proud." Hanni rested a hand on your shoulder, her expression softening. "But that doesn't mean you should give up on finding a boyfriend. I'm just worried about you."
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help smiling. "I know, I know. I just don't have room for love in my life right now."
A few of the girls nodded in understanding, while others dramatically threw their heads back with exaggerated groans.
The truth was, you knew how simple men could be. As far as you were concerned, sex was the main thing they wanted. A pretty face and a nice body were just bonuses, but at the end of the day, all they really cared about was getting their dick wet. If you couldn't even offer that, why would a guy bother dating you?
"I've got a friend who's looking for a relationship." Yumi smiled knowingly. "Maybe I could set you two up?"
"N-No, really." You shook your head. "It'd just be a waste of time."
A waste of his time.
"Aww, don't be like that." She grabbed your shoulders and gave them an exaggerated shake. "Just one date! He's a good guy, I promise."
God, you could never say no to that adorable face.
"…Fine."
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Hey, so.
YUMI DIDN’T MENTION THE GUY WAS KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG.
Van Gogh personified, as some would call him, God’s favourite child, others would say, but to you, he was your greatest enemy. The man who consistently topped the rankings in your program, the one who snatched every scholarship right out from under your nose.
And above all, he didn’t even know who you were. Why would he? From his permanent spot at number one, why would he ever bother looking down? Second place didn't mean shit to him.
His tall frame stood across from where you sat in the cafe you'd agreed to meet at, a faintly melancholic smile resting on his stupidly handsome face. Dressed in muted earth tones and an impeccably put-together academic outfit, he looked every bit the model student.
“(Y/N), right?”
His voice was deep, far deeper than you'd expected. The low timbre sent an involuntary shiver down your spine despite the constant chatter filling the cafe.
“Yes, and you must be Taehyung?” Your voice came out a little higher than intended. Hopefully it didn't sound as forced as it felt.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, the corners of his lips curled just a smidge higher before he slipped into the seat across from you, setting his fruit tea onto the table. Beads of condensation rolled down the side of the cup, pooling into a damp ring on the wood beneath it.
Fuck, this was awkward.
What were you even supposed to say? Better yet, why had you agreed to this in the first place? You should've made up some excuse before coming, said you'd left the stove on, that your apartment was flooding, or that you'd just remembered an assignment due tomorrow.
Anything would've been better than sitting here.
Just as you were about to say something to break the tension, Taehyung speaks up first, “When Yumi told me she wanted me to meet someone. I never thought that someone would be you.” He says softly, like any louder and he’d scare you away.
“I…What do you mean?” You furrow your brows slightly. “Do you know me?”
He chuckles, a therapeutic sound, really. “When you’ve been staring holes into my head every class, it gets hard to ignore you.”
Your cheeks immediately flushed, and a flustered, disbelieving laugh escaped you.
"How did you… I don't even-"
You knew you gave him green stares of envy whenever professors announced exam results, but you never realized he had some sort of sixth sense for calling you out on it.
Your panic seemed to amuse him, because a deep, hearty laugh rumbled from his chest. That boxy smile of his, the one people were always fawning over, made you momentarily forget every ounce of resentment you'd built up against him.
"Don't worry," he reassured you, still smiling. "I only started noticing about… two semesters ago?"
"That's not the point!" you snapped, a little louder this time, your face growing even hotter. "I didn't mean to-I mean-gah… it's just…"
Your words trailed off, unable to form a proper defence.
Taehyung rested his elbow on the table, leaning his head into his palm. His fingers curled lightly against his lips as his soft blonde hair shifted with the movement. The picture of effortless perfection, which only irritated you more.
"Ms. Second Place mad at me?"
The smirk tugging at his lips was pure arrogance, his eyes sparkling with unmistakable amusement.
Your mouth fell open at the audacity.
He knew exactly how you felt about him, yet he still had the nerve to play around with you. If you weren't sitting in a public cafe, your hand would've been wrapped around his throat ages ago.
"Rub it in even more, why don't you?" you scoffed.
Your eyes wandered down to the 50 thousand dollar Cartier watch resting far too comfortably around his wrist, the kind of luxury that looked like it belonged there.
"You don't exactly look like someone who needs scholarship money. Daddy's money got you covered, right?"
A twitch of an unknown expression flashes through his face, something like intrigue, amusement? You couldn’t tell. “Is that what you think?” The corner of his lips lifted into a slight smirk.
Your failed attempt at a jab left a bitter taste in your mouth, overpowering the sweetness of the milk tea you'd been sipping.
"This was a mistake," you muttered with a sigh.
You stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'll just tell Yumi it didn't work out."
You barely made it past him before his hand reached out and caught your wrist, stopping you with the slightest pull.
"If you want," he said, looking up at you, "I can tutor you."
“Hah?” Your head lurches forward slightly, caught completely off guard. “Thanks, but I’d rather eat glass.” You tugged your wrist free from his grasp, shooting him a look before turning away.
"Then how are you planning to beat me?" His voice carried a teasing edge as he stood from his seat. "How long have I held first place over your head now?"
You bit the inside of your lip, looking away.
Because, unfortunately, he wasn't wrong.
No matter how much you studied, no matter how many sleepless nights you spent pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into every assignment, Taehyung always managed to edge you out. Always by one percent. Sometimes less. It didn't matter how small the gap was; one measly percent was all it took to keep him above you.
It was then that you noticed the silence, all eyes on you and Taehyung playing out like a scene in a K-drama. Your face burned.
Without thinking, you grabbed Taehyung by the wrist and dragged him out of the cafe, escaping the audience of curious onlookers. The moment you stepped onto the street, the noise of the city returned, and the two of you began walking side by side along the sidewalk.
It was quiet, and for a moment, it just looked like two university students hanging out.
"Why would you even offer to tutor me?" you asked, taking a sip from your drink without looking at him. "Do you actually want me to beat you or something?"
"Something like that," he replied casually.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking far too relaxed for someone who had been your one-sided academic nemesis for years.
"It's no fun being at the top all the time."
A quiet laugh escaped him, almost like he was genuinely amused by the thought.
You sneer at him, his words fueling your desire to knock him down a peg. “Fine then, only if you promise not to suddenly drop the classes when I start topping the charts.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
-
The two of you agreed to book a study room later that day, only to find out it was completely full, and the only other solution was back at the noisy cafe or the completely opposite silent library, where even a whisper would cause the cranky old librarian to come chew you out.
You normally studied in your room or at the library, where the deathly quietness wasn’t an issue. But how was Taehyung supposed to tutor you if you couldn't even talk?
"How about my apartment?" you offered without much thought. "It's not too far from here."
The second the words left your mouth, Taehyung nearly choked on his drink.
"Really?" He blinked at you. "You'd let me into your apartment?"
You tilted your head, confused by his reaction.
"Well, we don't exactly have another option." You shrugged. "Unless you want to spend a bajillion dollars on one of those fancy private study rooms- oh, but surely you’ll be able to afford that."
“Why am I the one paying to tutor you?” Taehyung squints his eyes, chuckling in disbelief. “Plus, you’re…” He looked like he had a lot to say, but trailed off and just shook his head with a sigh.
"Never mind." He gestured ahead. "Lead the way."
-
The two of you arrived at your small but cozy apartment, slipping off your sneakers and neatly placing them onto the shoe rack by the door. You tossed Taehyung a pair of house slippers, which he accepted before following your lead.
"Wow," he said, looking around as he stepped inside. "How do you even move around in this shoebox?"
You rolled your eyes, walking further in. "Sorry it isn't the mansion you're used to, Mr. Prince."
You dropped your bag onto the floor and pulled out your notebook, settling down at the coffee table in the living room.
“Hurry up before I kick you out.” You were ready. Pencil in hand, notebook open, and determination fueled by pure spite. No matter how bitter you were about this predicament, you’d simply steal his knowledge, beat him, then never talk to him again!
Taehyung scoffed, a disbelieving smile spread across his lips as he looked around for a camera like he was in a sitcom, “Is that any way to treat your tutor and guest?”
“You offered to be my tutor,” You shot back, pointing your pen at him, "And being allowed inside my home is a privilege."
A vein visibly twitched in his neck as he sat down beside you, the slightest hint of irritation creeping into his expression.
"I'm not going to make this easy for you…" he muttered under his breath
-
Two hours passed, and Taehyung wasn't joking; his way of tutoring was unnecessarily complicated. Somehow, every explanation he gave was technically correct, but the way he delivered it made it feel like he was teaching you actual rocket science.
And the worst part?
He enjoyed watching you struggle.
Every time your brows furrowed in confusion, or you paused to process his explanation, that smug little smile would creep onto his face, like your suffering was the highlight of his day.
"W-Wait, fucking slow down!" you complained, barely managing to keep up with your notes.
Taehyung simply scoffed, leaning back slightly.
"If you can't even understand this much, it's no wonder you're in second place."
Your head snapped up.
"It's not my fault you talk like an alien!" You slammed your pencil down after finishing the last line of notes. "You are not Shakespeare!"
"Just say you want me to explain it like you're in fifth grade." He grinned, his voice pitching up into an exaggerated childish tone. "What does one plus one equal? Sound it out now!"
"Oh my fucking God." You rolled your eyes so hard you were practically staring at the ceiling. "Can you be any more condescending?"
"One hundred percent." He answered instantly.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. Your eyes locked, both refusing to back down. What started as playful teasing had slowly shifted into something sharper, the joking edge fading until all that remained was a silent battle of pride.
Though you had to admit, even if his explanations were beyond human comprehension, his formulas did work; not only did you solve things 10 times faster now, but you had never comprehended a question faster than you used to.
Not that you’re ever gonna tell him that, though.
"…I think that’s enough for today." You let out a tired sigh, closing your notebook. "Time for you to go home."
Taehyung blinked at you before a slow smile spread across his face.
"You're really just going to kick me out after two hours of unpaid tutoring?"
You ignored him, standing up and heading into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. Naturally, he followed.
"Again, you offered!" You pointed out, turning on the faucet. "It's not my fault you forgot to mention compensation beforehand."
He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as his lips curled into an exaggerated pout. "Does being second place come with having no sense of human decency?"
Your face twisted into a scowl.
Okay, maybe you were being a little more hostile than usual. Maybe you were being kind of a bitch.
But he deserved it.
…Right?
"Fine." You muttered, taking a long drink of water. "How much do you want?"
"Actually…" His voice shifted, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. "I was thinking about something else."
You lowered your glass, raising a brow as you gestured for him to continue.
"Yumi said you were looking for a boyfriend."
The second the words left his mouth, you choked. Water went down the wrong pipe, and you immediately turned away, coughing as you sputtered into the sink. A few drops dripped down your chin as you desperately tried to wipe up the mess.
Taehyung stared at you, wide-eyed.
"That was just some random thing she set up," you managed to say between coughs. "Even if it wasn't you, I had no intention of dating whoever I met today."
"Then what? A fuck-buddy?"
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "God, no. I can't fall down that rabbit hole again."
The second the words left your mouth, you froze. Slowly, your fingers rose to cover your lips.
"Rabbit hole?"
Of course, he caught it.
"It's nothing." You immediately looked away. "Just a slip of the tongue. I'll just pay you in cash, alright?"
You reached for your wallet, but before you could open it, Taehyung stopped you. His expression had shifted, curiosity replacing his earlier amusement.
"Tell me why."
You paused.
"That'll be my compensation."
You winced.
You really, really didn't want to revisit a time in your life that you'd spent so long trying to bury. But it was still better than handing over your hard-earned money. Besides, once this was over, you were never going to talk to him again anyway.
So what did it matter?
"There was a time when I…" You hesitated, swallowing. "I slept around a lot. Even with close guy friends."
The words came out faster after that, like once you'd started, you couldn't stop.
"I thought sexual chemistry was important for a relationship to eventually become something more. But every time I slept with someone, they either ghosted me afterward or things just became weird between us. Eventually, we stopped talking altogether."
Your fingers tightened around your glass.
"Sex ruined a lot of my relationships with people. Including myself." You gave a humourless laugh. "I thought the only way I could be wanted was if I could give them my body."
The room went quiet.
Your eyes flickered up to meet Taehyung's, but his expression was impossible to read. Unable to handle the silence, you forced out a small laugh and shrugged.
"Happy? Now go home."
"That's a pretty convenient conclusion."
Your brows furrowed. "What?"
"Blaming yourself means you believe you had control over it." His voice remained calm. "That if you had acted differently, looked different, or been different somehow, things would've worked out."
He leaned back slightly. “But sometimes people just suck, (Y/N)."
You opened your mouth to argue, but he beat you to it. "Why do you blame yourself for wanting to be loved?"
Your breath hitched. The question caught you completely off guard. You searched for a response, anything that could refute him, but the words refused to come out.
"Because…" Your voice faltered. "Because I clearly don't deserve it." The confession came out quieter than you expected. "I'm ashamed of my body count. I'm ashamed of how used I am."
You hadn't even realized tears were gathering in your eyes until one slipped free. Before you could wipe it away, Taehyung reached over, gently brushing it from your cheek.
"You're not used, (Y/N)." His voice softened. "Don't talk about yourself like that."
He paused, looking at you.
"Out of everyone involved, you're the one who deserved to be cared about the most. Those idiots who were too busy thinking with their dicks never realized what they were losing."
His fingers brushed away a stray strand of hair, tucking it gently behind your ear. The simple gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it almost made you forget who you were talking to.
"A sharp tongue, that's for sure," he added, a small grin appearing.
You immediately slapped his hand away. "Oh, fuck you."
"There it is." His smile widened. "That's the smile I was looking for."
The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the tension finally easing as you wiped away the rest of your tears.
"Thanks, Tae." The nickname slipped out before you even realized it.
"Tae?" Both of you froze.
Oh God.
Had you really just given him a nickname?
Did you seriously forget that you two had been bickering like enemies not even ten minutes ago?
You quickly wave your hands in front of your face, “Oh, sorry, you probably don’t want me calling you that.”
“Nah, I like it,” He grins, the boxy smile appearing yet again, “keep calling me Tae.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks; you feared your relationship with this man might’ve reached territories you can no longer return from.
-
Several weeks passed, and the two of you began alternating tutoring sessions between your apartment and his.
The first time you stepped into Taehyung's home, it felt like entering an entirely different world. Everything about it screamed luxury: the modern architecture, the wooden doors that blended into the wall that flipped open like something only personally hired architects would design, the expensive wooden furniture that probably cost more than your entire apartment, and a bathroom so large it could've rivalled your living room.
And you didn't even want to think about the fact that this was just his house, separate from his parents'.
By now, though, you had grown used to it. You'd casually grab snacks and drinks from his fridge, curl up on his couch, and make yourself comfortable like you paid the mortgage. What had started as purely academic sessions slowly turned into something else entirely. First, it was studying. Then came lunch together, followed by dinner, and eventually casual drinks that stretched long into the night.
Drinks that always ended up in one of each other's beds. One moment, you were laughing together like normal friends. The next, you found yourselves tangled up in each other's arms, breathless and clinging to each other like you were trying to satisfy years of suppressed longing without crossing the one line you were terrified of crossing. Going so far as to grind your clothed cunt against his length.
Every time things went too far, you stopped yourself. You didn't want to ruin what you had.
You didn't want to lose Taehyung.
So the nights always ended with him being severely blue-balled and you pretending your racing heart had nothing to do with him.
Somehow, Taehyung had managed to bring out every desire you'd spent years burying, simply by being there for you. Whether he was acting as your tutor, your friend, or just a pain in the ass, he had slowly chipped away at the walls you'd built around yourself.
And before you even realized it, Kim Taehyung had become someone important to you.
Your closest friend.
Which was exactly why you weren't about to ruin it again.
Final exams were approaching, and you and Taehyung studied harder than ever. Even though the two of you were friends now, your desire to beat him never faded. If anything, it burned brighter. After all these semesters of watching him effortlessly hold onto first place, you wanted nothing more than to finally shove that number one ranking in his face. Unfortunately for you, Taehyung had no intention of making it easy.
Of course he didn't.
Where was the fun in handing you a victory? If you wanted to beat him, you had to earn it.
The day of the exam came and went in a blur, and before you knew it, the results were posted just a few days later.
The two of you rushed toward the charts pinned against the wall, scanning the rankings with bated breath.
Your eyes immediately shot toward the top.
And then you froze.
"…"
"I’m… first?" The words barely left your lips.
There it was.
Your full name, sitting proudly at the top of the list, with the number one beside it.
For a moment, you couldn't process it.
Then the glory hit you all at once.
"OH MY GOD, I'M FIRST!" You practically exploded. Your fist shot into the air as you jumped around like a kid who had just won a prize, completely forgetting every ounce of composure you usually carried. Years of frustration, competition, and second place finally disappeared in one glorious moment.
Then you turned to Taehyung. The biggest grin you'd ever given him stretched across your face.
And somehow, he wasn't upset, not even a little. Because seeing you this happy made it impossible for him to be anything else.
A smile slowly spread across his own face before he stepped forward, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you straight off the ground.
"(Y/N)!" he laughed. "You did it!"
You were too ecstatic to even register the fact that your feet were no longer touching the floor. Your hands instinctively landed on his shoulders as he spun you around, both of you laughing like idiots.
Meanwhile, the other students around you could only stare. The two academic rivals who had spent years trying to beat each other were now celebrating together like a scene straight out of a romance drama. The disgusted looks and quiet muttering from everyone around you went completely unnoticed.
Even though your original goal had been to see Taehyung's frustrated, defeated face when you finally stole first place from him, you realized you were much happier seeing the same boxy smile that had encouraged you every step of the way over the past month.
He finally set you down, only to pull you into another embrace.
"I'm so proud of my student," he said, his voice filled with genuine pride.
Your laughter was muffled against his chest as you hugged him back.
"Thank you, Mr. Kim."
"Wow, when Mina told me you two were best friends now, I thought she was lying."
The familiar voice made both of you turn.
"Yumi!"
The two of you exclaimed her name at the same time.
Still riding the high of your victory, you immediately ran over and practically jumped onto her, wrapping her in an excited hug.
"Congrats on getting first, (Y/N)." She laughed, patting your head. Then her eyes flickered between you and Taehyung. "I'm assuming Taehyung was your tutor this whole time?"
You immediately felt your face heat up.
You really hadn't wanted Yumi to know how quickly you and Taehyung had clicked. Not after spending so much time complaining about how much you hated him. The last thing you needed was for her to take credit and start calling herself some kind of divine matchmaker.
"Yeah…" You gave her a guilty pout, holding onto her hand. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Forgive me?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She waved you off with a smug grin. "Go ahead and call me God's greatest cupid."
Taehyung raised a brow, looking between the two of you. "Wait." His expression shifted. "Did you set (Y/N) and me up knowing she hated me?"
"Ehhh…" Yumi dragged out the word, completely unapologetic. "Something like that." She shrugged.
"But who cares? All's well that ends well!" She pumped the hand you were holding into the air triumphantly. "Now come on. We're celebrating. Drinks are on the agenda!"
-
Your group ended up going to the same club to celebrate your first place. Your group was there to celebrate your success. Taehyung's group was there to mourn his fall from first place.
Men.
"I'm so proud of you, (Y/N)!! Jihoon sobbed into your shoulder, clearly having a little too much to drink. You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around her and gently stroking her head in an attempt to comfort her. "Thanks, Jihoonie. Here, let me get you some water."
You were about to leave for the bar when Mina and Yumi placed a hand on each of Jihoon’s shoulders, making her lean on them instead of leaning her entire weight on you. "Go have fun with Taehyung!" Mina shouted over the music. "Tonight is your night. We'll take care of her!"
You shook your head, still hesitant to leave your friend in her current state. "(Y/N)," Yumi said, narrowing her eyes. "I swear to God, if you don't go kiss that man, I will."
Unsure if she was joking or not, but her words caused something bitter to swell inside you, a feeling you couldn’t quite place. Surely it wasn’t jealousy! Uhuh! Taehyung was just a friend after all!
With another nudge from the two, you leave them to go searching for Taehyung. Thankfully, finding Taehyung wasn't difficult. Between his height, his blonde hair, and the fact that his entire friend group looked unfairly attractive, he stood out almost immediately.
“Tae!” You spot the blonde curls amongst the crowd, a smile blooming on your face when he noticed you approaching.
His expression brightened. Before you could fully reach him, his arm reached out to shield you from the crowd, pulling you close to him amongst the dancing and shouting partygoers.
“(Y/N)! Are you having fun?” Taehyung asks, eyes scanning your face and your surroundings, like he was making sure you were okay.
“Mhm! I think Mina and Yumi took Jihoon outside for some fresh air, told me to go find you,” You turn your head, trying to see if your assumptions were correct, but Taehyung gently cups your face with a large hand to turn your attention back to him.
"I saw them leaving earlier." He pulled out his phone. "Yumi texted me just now. They're taking Jihoon back to the dorm in a cab." He held up his screen for you.
Yumi: Soldier down! Gonna take her back to our dorm!! Make sure (Y/N) gets home safe or ur dead! ^^
You couldn't help laughing at the message. Even while threatening him, Yumi somehow managed to sound completely unserious.
"Wanna get out of here?" Taehyung slipped his phone back into his pocket, tilting his head toward the exit.
"What about your friends?" You tilted your head toward the group of boys still in the middle of the dance floor, laughing and jumping around like they had no plans of leaving anytime soon.
"We're pretty much ready to head home," Taehyung replied with a chuckle. "They can figure it out. They're grown."
You nod eagerly. Without another word, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and spearheads through the tight crowd, making extra sure you don’t brush up against any man or vice versa, keeping you close until the two of you finally escape into the fresh night air. Taehyung called an Uber back to his place, promising you a well-earned McDonald's run as a reward for your victory.
The two of you sat in the backseat together, hands intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world. Neither of you even questioned it.
“Ahhh! I’m so tired!” You stretched your arms as you entered first through the rotating door, kicking your shoes off and making a nosedive for the couch.
A terrible decision. The moment your body hit the cushions, the room started spinning. Only then did you fully feel the effects of the seven shots of hard liquor and the colourful cocktails you had accepted throughout the night without paying a single cent for.
You let out a small groan, covering your face.
Taehyung approaches you, sitting down gently next to your head, and you turn on your back to see him staring down at you.
“…Hi,” Your voice came out softer than you intended, reaching your hands up to touch his face.
He chuckles breathily, “Hi.” His large hands glided up your torso to lightly squeeze your cheeks.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or maybe it was the fact that, after everything, this person who had once been your biggest rival had somehow become the person you trusted most. You noticed the little things you had never allowed yourself to notice before, the way his smile reached his eyes, the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the warmth in his expression whenever he looked at you.
And judging by the way he looked back, he was thinking something similar.
You shared slow blinks, realizing how intimate this was. Your confidence, boosted by the alcohol and the happiness of the night, gave you the courage to finally say what had been sitting in the back of your mind.
“Tae…”
“Hm?”
“Can I get one last reward?” You whispered, your lips inches away from each other.
“What does my girl want?” Your breath hitches at his possessive title for you, swallowing only to realize how dry your mouth had become.
“…You-mm!” You didn’t even have the chance to fully finish your sentence when he pressed his lips against yours, sharing a breathy and desperate kiss, like this was something he’d yearned for a long time, something he fought tooth and nail for to achieve.
He pulled you up to straddle his lap, your lips detached for only a second before they were captured again. Your tongues fighting for dominance in a sloppy, breathtaking kiss.
You wanted to cry from how good the kiss felt, how it seemed like years of pent-up frustration were told to him through the messy exchange, and he swallowed every breath of it.
You couldn’t help but grind into his lap, feeling the unmistakable bulge against your ass as he bucked his hips up to meet yours. Your shallow breaths turned into desperate whines and quiet moans.
His hands rested on your hips, anchoring you against him as you belonged, like nothing could part you from him, but then fear caught up with you, leaving the kiss with a gasp.
“T-Tae…” You panted, seeing his lips red and swollen, and you’re sure yours were the same.
"What’s wrong?" He quickly asks, his hands leaving your hips to hold your hands. "Did I do something? Do you want to stop?"
“I’m scared…” You lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder as his hand gently rubs your back.
His hand rubs soothing circles on your back. “What are you scared of?” he asks, keeping his voice low and gentle.
“If I fuck you…I’m gonna die…” You mumble, “Because you’re gonna leave me…and I’d rather die…”
You felt your head shake in a rumble as you realized he was laughing, lifting your head to look at him with a pout. “Why are you laughing?”
“Nono, I’m sorry, love, it’s just—” He tried to compose himself, but another laugh escaped as he wiped at the corner of his eye. “You’re so adorable it’s killing me.”
“I’m serious!” You insist, “If we fuck it means our friendship is over!”
He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Does that mean you’re gonna run away from me?” He murmurs into your skin.
“Huh?”
"You're acting like I'm the one who's going to disappear."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got caught.
"I mean…" You looked away. "You're going to get bored of me and leave."
His expression shifted, the teasing disappearing completely.
“(Y/N).”
The way he said your name shut you up; there was no sign of his usual goofy smile to be seen.
“You’re never getting rid of me.” He growled. His hips rolled against yours again, this time a lot harder, pulling a desperate mewl from your throat. “You can try to push me away as much as you want, but I’ll come crawling back every single time, to love you, to cherish you.”
Your lips part slightly as his words sank into you. The guys you fucked never said intimate stuff like that; hell, they barely said anything outside the usual ‘you like that?’ fake dom bullshit.
“Can I show you what it feels like to be loved properly?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the seriousness in it slipping just enough to sound almost desperate.
Your face flushed once again, and you instinctively reached for him, arms looping around his neck as you leaned in.
“…Please, Tae…”
That was all the permission he needed before claiming your lips, tongue pushing past them to taste you. You were so overwhelmed by how good he could make you feel with just a kiss, his hands making quick work of your shirt, parting for barely a second before slipping it off you.
“God, you taste s'fucking good, been wanting to taste you for so long, fuck—” He nearly whines, his bulge painfully straining against his jeans he desperately wanted to ditch.
‘For so long.’ Those three words struck a chord in you; since when did he yearn this badly for you?
Your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, tugging at the fabric with a nervous impatience. You wanted to close the distance between you, to stop overthinking every little thing, but somehow even that small movement felt impossibly vulnerable.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, parting once more to strip, revealing his toned and muscular upper body you nearly drooled at the sight of.
“Eyes up here, baby.” He tilts your head up with a finger, hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.
You wanted to slip off your skirt, sitting up on your knees, purposefully leaning your spilled breasts into his face as you tugged your skirt down along with your panties.
Taehyung's huge hands immediately take hold of your breasts, kneading and rubbing circles into your nipples as he takes in the beautiful view.
“Am I getting rewarded for getting second place?” he teased, the smugness returning to his voice, and you couldn’t help but laugh
“Perhaps,” you smiled, throwing your garments to God knows where. “Stop staring at my tits and strip,” You pointed at his pants, and he just looked down like you just caught him with his pants down…as ironic as that was.
“Oh, right.”
With his pants gone, the both of you were finally bare and pressed against each other. Just like those times where you would grind against him, begging yourself to keep your desires suppressed, you finally allowed yourself to give your body to him.
Because you trusted him to stay, to love you.
You guided his tip to your entrance, biting your lip, hoping all these years of celibacy didn't tighten you up too bad to the point it hurt to take him in. Regardless, his size was clearly too much for you.
Taehyung notices your hesitance. “Sorry, should I prep you?” He pecks your lips, long fingers coming down to tease your entrance, gasping as you felt two fingers slip into you.
“N-ngh…wait…Tae!—” You covered your mouth, wanting to muffle your moans when Taehyung's other hands shot up to tear your hands away.
“No, let me hear you.” His fingers sank deeper into you, curling towards him to hit that sensitive spot inside, making you let out a noise you never thought you'd make.
His fingers pump faster, scissoring to stretch you out. You kept your eyes glued to his cock below you, twitching with every moan or whine that you made.
“M'ready, I want you now, Tae…” You plead, and who was he to deny you when you're so needy?
He slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to swiftly suck them clean before kissing your entrance with his tip.
“Let me know if it hurts, and I'll stop, okay?” He cups your face, and you nod, feeling impatient at this point.
“Good girl,” he says, his hands resting gently at your hips, sinking you on him, feeling his girth stretch you painfully but slowly. You bit your lip, not wanting to make any noises that indicate you were uncomfortable.
He seemed to notice your change in expression and immediately stopped. “Does it hurt?”
“N-no, no,” you insisted quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Don't stop, please don't stop,” You cry, attempting to sink yourself, but his hands keep you still.
“There's no need to force yourself, baby,” He whispers. “I'm not going anywhere,” he pecks your lips and rubs soothing circles with his thumbs into your hips.
He was so good at this, at easing your mind, at making you feel safe, loved, unpressured. Like he wasn't going to find you annoying or that he could've been fucking a different girl who could take him better by now.
He wanted nothing—no one in this world but you, and he wanted you to understand that.
With a grounding sigh, you finally say, “I'm okay, it doesn't hurt anymore.”
An adoring smile blooms on his face. “You're doing so good for me,” he says, pressing you down once again, this time fully bottoming out as you feel his tip kiss your cervix.
“D-deep!…” You wince, hearts nearly visible in your eyes, when you feel a twitch of his cock inside you.
He's patient with you, brushing your stray hairs behind your ears in a comforting motion. “Don’t rush, I want you to feel it all.”
When you gained the strength to move, you lifted up slightly, only to drop down on his cock in an instant, causing both of you to let out guttural moans from deep within.
The sultry look on Taehyung’s face egged you on, half pleading and half pained, like he was doing everything in his power not to drive his hips into you like you were nothing but a fuck toy.
You started riding him at a moderate pace, every thrust accompanied by a wet slap of skin on skin. His length curved at an angle that constantly pressed against the spot that made the knot in your stomach tighten with every thrust.
Taehyung buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent before exhaling in a shaky growl, “Mine…You’re all mine.”
His hands slide from your hips to wrap around your body, pulling you closer before dipping you to the side, pressing you into the couch below, making sure not to disconnect the two of you for even a second.
He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new position making his cock hit depths you didn’t even know would fit inside you, feeling like he’s piercing your womb at this point.
”Wait! It!-You can’t get any deeper than-“ He didn’t bother waiting for you to give him the green light as he slammed into you, making you throw your head back as your whole body stiffened at the sudden intrusion.
Your mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out of it, caught in your throat as you felt your belly bulge from how thick he was.
Taehyung’s brain was muddled, from how deep he was in you and how perfect you looked underneath him.
“This is what you wanted, right?” He teased, grinding his hips into you as you cried out, “All those times, teasing me, grinding on me, yet you were so adamant about not fucking me.”
Every thrust of his hips was another word he erased from your lips, trying to process everything at once as your mind and body were overstimulated.
“Such a little fucking hypocrite, hm?” His pace turned rampant as you felt your high coming faster and faster, his thumb coming down to rub circles into your swollen bud like you weren’t already ready to fall apart at the seams.
“T-Tae!” You finally managed to gasp out, through his relentless pounding, your first words being his name turned him on more than he thought he was capable of.
He doesn’t let up; instead, his hand comes up to guide your head, making you look into his hazy eyes.
“What is it? What does my baby want?”
Your arms wrap around his back, nails gliding across his warm and sweaty back in a way he was sure it was gonna leave marks for the next week, “Wanna cum…Please Taehyung, please make me cum!”
His heart swells along with his cock, slamming into you so hard and good you didn’t even think about not being able to walk tomorrow.
“You needed this, yeah?” He breathes into your ear, letting out a chuckle as he feels your insides clench around him like a vice, making it nearly impossible for him to pull out.
With one final thrust, he manages to detach from you, stroking his pulsating cock with his tip pressed against your entrance, pumping load after load of cum barely into your sopping pussy.
The entire living room smelled like heat and sex, your scents mingling together into a space meant only for you and Taehyung in this moment.
And then, all at once, the realization hit you.
The weight of everything you had been holding back, the fear, the uncertainty, the years of convincing yourself that people only wanted you temporarily, came crashing down. Your eyes burned, and before you even realized what was happening, tears began slipping down your face.
"Oh—fuck. What's wrong?" His expression changed instantly, concern replacing everything else. "Did I hurt you? Did I go too far?" He ran off to grab a warm wet rag from his bathroom, slipping on his boxer briefs in an instant.
You were sitting up on the couch when he returned, two fingers pressed against your entrance to prevent a mix of your fluids seeping into the couch. Taehyung parted your fingers and pressed the rag against your cunt.
He cleaned you up in silence, occasionally glancing with worried eyes into yours as he tried to figure out what he did wrong, eventually ending up kneeling in front of you.
”Are you mad at me?” He says softly, taking your hands in his.
You shake your head lightly, sniffling softly.
”Did I do something wrong?”
”…No.” You responded this time.
”Then what’s got you in tears, baby girl?” he asked quietly. "Talk to me. Let me help."
You hated how kind he was, how patient. How every time he communicated instead of walking away, he proved that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the burden you had always convinced yourself you were.
”I-I’m just scared that-“ You cut yourself off with an involuntary hiccup, “you’re gonna leave me after this, I know you said you’re not but…” You trailed off.
The rest of the sentence disappeared. Because how could you explain something you barely understood yourself? How could you tell him that you wanted to trust him so badly, but some part of you was still waiting for the moment he realized you weren't worth staying for?
Taehyung reached up, brushing away the tears on your cheek with his thumb. There was no judgment in his expression.
Taehyung brushed his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away the large tears that poured from your eyes as you sobbed, all with an endearing smile.
”I…” He started, eyes blinking away in thought for a split second, “I’ve known our entire school year; I’ve always wanted to be with you,” He says, making you tilt your head in confusion.
”To be honest, I wanted to talk to you for the longest time. I admired how hard you worked, how much time you put into studying but always managed to keep in touch with your friends, how cute you looked when stumped on an exam question, how I always managed to catch you staring when I turned around.” He rants, a smile lifting his lips as he relived those happy memories.
”But I was scared you hated me…Well, I wasn’t wrong, but,” He trails off in a laugh, and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
“I was so, so happy when I met you that day at the coffee shop, when you accepted me as your tutor.”
By now, your tears had long since stopped. Instead, you found yourself caught in the airiness of the atmosphere Taehyung created so effortlessly. Somehow, just by talking to you, by making you laugh, he had managed to chase away the heaviness that had been sitting on your chest for years.
”I don’t want you to feel like I’m ever going to run away from this, because I would honestly rather suck off all the guys at school in a row.” You gasp and lightly smack his shoulder, the two of you bursting into hearty laughter.
”I’m serious!” He giggles, dodging the shirt you picked up and threw at him.
“You’re so fucking silly, I can’t,” Your cheeks hurt from smiling, leaning into the couch.
Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you leaned back against the couch, finally feeling like you could breathe.
Taehyung watched you for a moment with a fond smile before wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hold onto my neck.”
"What?"
"Trust me." You rolled your eyes but obeyed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carefully lifted you. Unfortunately, your legs seemed to have decided they were done cooperating for the night, earning an amused laugh from him.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Never."
"You're literally laughing."
"Okay, maybe a little.”
You complained the entire way, but the smile never left your face. He carried you to the bathroom and gently set you down, making sure you were comfortable before running the water.
A few moments later, he returned with a small tray, placing it beside the bathtub. It held a colourful assortment of bath bombs, a few candles, and a glass of ice water with a glass straw waiting for you.
You ended up choosing one that matched your favourite colour, dropping it into the water and watched as it dissolved, spreading gentle ripples across the surface.
”Once you’re done, we can put on a movie to watch and order some Uber Eats.” He takes out his phone and scrolls across the abundance of restaurants on the app. “How’s that sound?”
You forgot to respond as you looked at how content he looked, your body and soul calming down as you relished in the man that was Kim Taehyung, the man that made you feel so deserving of love and care. That you weren’t asking for a lot when you just wanted to be loved.
For years, you had convinced yourself that wanting love, patience, and reassurance was asking for the impossible. But sitting there with Taehyung, you realized maybe it wasn't.
Maybe you had just been asking the wrong people.
”(Y/N)?” He tilts his head, and you blink out of your heated daze. “Huh? Yeah! That sounds perfect.” Your sudden jolt made the water ripple around you.
Taehyung looked like he had more he wanted to ask, but he decided against it, choosing not to pry any further.
Because the eyes looking back at him now weren't the same ones he had seen months ago, the ones filled with insecurity, frustration, and envy whenever you looked his way.
These were different; they were softer, they held love, trust, and an admiration that made his heart ache with the need to be the perfect home for those feelings.
"You know," he said quietly, "you'll always be Miss First Place."
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Because we are...high guardian spice!
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Quiet and calming, a steadying force at your side.
There’s always a glass of water sitting on the bedside, aspirin beside it in case you need it.
He’s concise, getting you into a warm and comfortable bath quickly, knowing you don’t like being so sweaty and messy. As you bathe, he’s busy getting you some light food to snack on before you inevitably fall asleep, mainly fruits and another glass of water. It’s the only time he lets you eat in his bed.
As you eat, diligently hand feeding him every few bites, he murmurs soft words against your temple, little praises he knows help you stay afloat, pressing gentle kisses to your skin every once in a while. It’s easy to fall asleep like that, with him still whispering in your ear, a smile on your face all night until you wake up the next morning.
first of all, I love your writing soooo much, you are really so talented on building up the plot itself but the characters too, it's really fun to read 🤓 I had this idea like, a bts reaction to the reader flirting or joking with them... using their songs, group or solo anyways... I thought this would be funny to read kskskss have a good day/night bye 💜
Hey...
Thank you for appreciating my work. 😅🥰
So, you're asking for a drabble for each member, right? I actually love that idea! I'll definitely try to work on it whenever I get some free time. Once again, thank you for this lovely suggestion and for taking the time to share it with me.
Have a great day/night to you too!
