I'm craving some angsty rn so can I request you Taehyung fic of his crush who come to the same library and didn't know he kinda like you for a while is crying cuz she lost her job and he comes to you to console you and that's where you guys bcome Friend
hi sweetheart! i tried my best, but i don't know if it's as angsty as you'd like, as i fear i may not have completely understood your request. if you want me to redo it, please reach out and we can figure it out together. regardless, i hope you like it!
8:55am, sunday
sunday mornings had always been your favourite, especially in spring. your room was facing east, so you had the morning sun shining through your window and wake you. in addition to the gentle ascending, you also went to the library every sunday, it being your favourite part of the week. whether it was to work on your rapports for your job, or if it was just to read a good book, it was quite peaceful, allowing you to rejuvenate.
your local library was the cutest little thing, having the most comfortable seats you had ever experienced. the staff there was also very kind and helpful, giving you the brightest smiles they could muster when you entered the study.
walking in and having a seat in your regular spot, you greeted the staff quietly, they doing the same. your usual place was in the way back in a booth where you felt almost a bit sheltered from the world; and seeing as it was sunday after all, you weren’t the only regular. a man in his mid twenties was sat in the booth against the opposite wall from you, as he usually did. you had seen him quite a lot around, so much so that you were on greeting terms. as you sat down, he perked his head up from his book, giving you a nod and a smile, and you reciprocated, adding in a small wave.
he was well built, and stood a few inches over you, but always looked much taller form afar considering the way he carried himself. his black hair was styled more often than not, but today he wore it in its naturally fluffy state. it paired well with his comfortable, but put together style. you thought you had caught his name once when you had been behind him in line at the coffee-shop across the street, where you had both stopped to grab drinks before heading to the library. however, this had been quite a while ago, so your memory might have muddled it; but then again you were almost certain it was taehyung.
he turned back to his book, taking notes as he did so. you did the same, and grabbed your things out of your bag, pulling out your laptop and your bottle. taking a sip of the tea before you opened your email was not your best idea, but it was too late.
[email protected]
subject: new spring sale now!
do you want to travel to hawa...
you were used to work mails, obviously, but never from the assistant managing director. she was way up in the system, and rarely had any reason to contact you. you heartbeat raised significantly as your cursor hovered over the email and a faint ringing sound erupted from your brain, scared of what her regretful decision might have been.
click.
hello y/n,
thank you so much for the rapport on the florence purchase, but i regret to inform you that your good work is not the only reason i am reaching out.
the management has decided to terminate your appointment with the firm, effective immediately. we have lost three major clients, and are currently on the verge of losing a fourth, in just one year. we recognize your strong personality and leadership skills. however, the financial stability of the entire firm is threatened because of these clients we have lost. we have been put in a situation where we are forced to let you go due to budgeting reasons.
we sincerely appreciate all the effort you have put into the firm and wish you nothing but the best in your entire future endeavor.
best regards,
antonia ford
assistant managing director
your heart sank into a deep pit in your stomach, unable to keep beating at a regular pace as well as the ringing in your ears growing louder. this could not be happening. losing your job? no. you refused. your eyes lingered on the words confirming your termination, and slowly but surely, the realization set in. you were fired; from your only job, only income. how were you going to keep paying rent? hot water? food?
with a shaky hand, you closed the window that displayed your emails, and opened a new tab. it might have seemed stupid, but you did the only thing you could think of, and you put in a quick google-search in hopes of finding a job that you liked equally as much, that paid the same amount. in reality you knew it wouldn’t be that easy as you had gotten a ridiculous salary at the firm, and you wouldn’t be able to match it anywhere else.
the weight of the world slowly started to rest upon your shoulders, bringing you further and further down, on the verge of spiralling with the ringing sound becoming almost deafening. for the first time in your life, you genuinely did not know what to do, and by god did it scare you. your eyes started burning, and your breath grew short and staggered as a lump grew in your throat. biting down as hard as you could only worked for a few seconds before the tears fully spilled over.
you quickly wiped away a few tears, snapping your head in all sorts of directions to make sure no one saw you break down. the only other person on that side of the library had been taehyung, but he seemed to have vanished. not too far thought as his things were still placed in the booth.
knowing no one could see you cry was actually a bit of a reassurance as you hated feeling weak, but in a situation like this, what else could you really do? placing your head in your hands felt instinctive, and you let your body run on autopilot at this point. your breaths were short, but had evened out, stopping the waterworks for now. the suppression of the tears however, made you shake slightly, but you shifted your focus away from that when you heard footsteps above the ringing sound. you picked up your head when the steps stopped next to you, seeing taehyung standing there with two plastic cups of water.
meeting his eyes did something to you, and before you knew it, the tears were back. however, this time, they were quiet, just peacefully streaming down your face and pooling at the neckline of your shirt.
“woah, hey, are you okay?” taehyung spoke, placing the two cups of water down on the table in front of you. “i just got you some water, i hope that’s fine. what’s going on?” he spoke softly, so no one but you could hear him, even in the only other people where in an entirely different wing of the library.
you had heard him perfectly clear, but you had difficulties replying, resulting in your response only being a short exhale. taehyung didn’t know what else to do, so he sat down next to you in the booth, once again trying to ask what was going on. seeing as it was impossible for you to talk at this time, you just lifted your hand to the mousepad of your laptop, and opened the window containing your emails, and clicked on the one from your firm. after doing so, you softly pushed it so it was facing him, allowing him to read it.
“let go? i’m so sorry-.. y/n.” he started, and paused when he realized he didn’t know your name, looking at the screen for answers. you took a deep breath and released it slowly, finally finding your voice.
“i just have no idea what i’m going to do.” you voice broke slightly, but not enough for you to stop talking. “i got that job fresh out of school. i have no other experience, no one is going to hire me.”
talking about it didn’t feel great, ergo the re-start of the crying. you let your head fall back onto the booth-sofa, staring at the ceiling as the tears fell, now down the sides of your face, wetting your hair.
“i’m so sorry, if there is anything i can do to help, please let me know.” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but as the ringing had gone down significantly since taehyung had gotten there, you heard him fine. you lifted your head back up and dried your temples, not that it mattered. you didn’t know what to ask of him, as you didn’t even know what to do yourself, so you remained quiet. maybe that was what you needed, for the world to shut up for a moment, for the ringing to stop.
it almost seemed like taehyung could read your mind, cause he didn’t say anything after that, he just sat there with you, letting you be quiet. letting the world around you slow to a stop, and having it go dead silent.
i dont know if i completely love this piece.. anyways-
hope you liked it! feel free to request again!
-bennie ♡
Note: It was supposed to be of drabble length and then it escalated... It’s my first time writing such a length so please bear with me ><
“Then the screams came and there was nothing, nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing you can do to make him return to being yours. The window to your room was disappearing from your life. He was disappearing from your life-
and he was never coming back.”
Walking hand in hand, arms swaying side to side, you felt safe being beside him. He would occasionally stop, turn to look at you and give you that big cheesy smile of his as if he was saying you’re mine.
He meant the world to you and you didn’t believe you could ever love someone as much as you loved him. He was special, you just knew it. All the pillow fights, tickling turned makeout sessions, trips, picnics, and all the things you’ve done together; they just felt right. You felt loved. felt loved.
You didn’t understand. You thought that everything, everything was perfect between the two of you. The both of you were doing so well. You loved him so so so much that it hurt when you saw him that day. His hand which was meant to be around yours, engulfed in yours, was holding someone else’s. Someone else was seeing that big cheesy grin on his face. That someone wasn’t you.
What did you do wrong? Did you not love him enough? Were you not enough? These thoughts, emotions, tears, and screams. You were sick of them. You were sick of him. Sick of returning home to your empty bed, yearning for his touch, embrace, and his love. He would wrap his arms around your waist, your back hitting his chest as you watched and cried over your favorite korean dramas together. He would pop out of nowhere and backhug you while you were cooking dinner, hugging you tightly and kissing the side of your neck like it was the sweetest candy he’s ever tasted.
He would..but he wouldn’t anymore...
Every morning, afternoon, and night your thoughts were always filled with nothing but him. How do you escape this? You can’t just throw away what we had experienced together. You can’t expect me to be fine after the amount of times he told me loved me, kissed me, and hugged me.
You poured out your everything to him and now he’s gone. Your firsts, you shared it all with him. He was your one and only source of happiness in this shit hole you call a life. He was the only window in this room of darkness. The only one who gave you meaning to live.
This was unhealthy, you knew, but who gives a shit? In the end only I did. Did he? If he did, would he have just left like that?
He called me one day,
“Y/N, we need to talk.”
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“Let’s not see each other anymore”
“W-what do you mean?”
and that’s when you heard the giggling.
“Taehyung~ come back, let’s finish what we were doing before”
“Taehyung?? Who’s that?
“No one, look I gotta go, thanks for everything”
he hung up.
Tears streaming down your face, you stared at your phone in disbelief.
Tae: I’m sorry
I’m sorry? for what? breaking up with me? ending us? You had collapsed onto the floor gripping and smacking your phone against your chest. You were afraid to reply. You were afraid that all he would do was apologize to you. You were afraid to accept that he had truly ended the only thing that made you get up in the morning. The only thing that made you feel alive.
this isn’t true
this isn’t true
he’s lying
right?
You spent hours checking to see if he had texted you again but it was the last text you got from him. Every passing minute, every passing second from that point on, you continued to cry harder and harder as you slowly descended into a pit of darkness. Then the screams came and there was nothing, nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing you can do to make him return to being yours. The window to your room was disappearing from your life. He was disappearing from your life.
and he was never coming back.
-3 months later-
You had already thrown out everything that reminded you of him; his clothes, gifts, cards, favorite food, and pictures but somehow you still kept the bracelet he made for you in that workshop you once dragged him to that one summer. You carried it everywhere with you because it always has been your good luck charm.
You had already thrown out all your hope that he would come back but there were few instances where you would miss him out of no where. You would always have to excuse yourself from work to run to the bathroom and release your frustrations.
Accepting the fact that he will never be by your side anymore and that he was now just a stranger to you was hard but you were trying your best. You were trying, yet you were still suffering. However, within the past few months you were able to get your shit together and reduce your outbreaks to 1-2 times a week.
You hung out with your friends a couple of times but you couldn’t ignore the feeling that something was missing. They pitied you. They only hung out with you because they felt bad. They said they understood me, but do they? They always had someone else to fill their gaping hole but no one can fill the gaping hole that he had made. No one..
It was at night when two of your friends suggested to get coffee after having had dinner at a nearby restaurant.
“Y/N, isn’t that Taehyung?”
At the sound of his name your heart jumped in your chest.
“Shh, don’t say things like that if you’re not sure”
“But I swear, he looks like him”
You looked in their direction and you saw him. Those soft brown locks. Those specs he wore just to look smart. Those cute big ears you used to tease him about. Those uniquely shaped lips that you used to dream about everyday wondering how it would feel to kiss him. He was alone but there was something different about him. You didn’t have time to think of what it was before he looked up and locked eyes with you.
You heart jumped again in your chest. You took that as an initiative to leave the cafe as fast as possible.
“Y/N!, Where are you going?”
“Leave her be, you can tell she’s still not over him”
You didn’t realize how long you had been running until you felt your lungs were about to burst. You tried to forget his reaction when he had locked eyes with you. His expression was indescribable. Was it of surprise, hurt, or maybe of pity? However, his eyes…. they were so round and beautiful. You would wake up to those eyes staring back at you before they became fine lines when he smiled at you. He would wake you up by kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lastly your lips…Stop Y/N. Stop. JUST STOP.
Before you knew it, you had broken down at the bottom door step of your apartment, crying hard as you hugged your knees. Why? Why is it so hard? The more you tried to stop yourself from crying, the harder you cried. You loved him so much.. so fucking much…When the entire world turned their back against you, he was the only one to accept you into his arms. He was the one who filled you with confidence and that you were worth something. That was why you were able to pass that interview…you remembered how happy you were when you got accepted… and he congratulated by bringing you to that fancy Italian restaurant a block away from your apartment. He spent the entire meal telling you how proud he was of you and that he knew that you would have aced the interview because you were more than competent enough.
Was I not competent enough to be his girlfriend?
When you had calmed down, you slowly got up as you wiped the remaining tears off your face but then you felt a presence in front of you. Looking up, you saw him standing a few feet away from you. Kim Taehyung.
“Y/N…”
You immediately felt goosebumps creeping on your skin. His voice was always music to your ears; it was what calmed you down after a rough day at work and his never ending “I love you’s” always warmed up your heart and you never got tired of it. How long has it been since he last said your name? Ah, right, when he had broken up with you in that phone call..
You then turned around and frantically searched for your keys in your handbag. You couldn’t face him, not right now, not ever.
“Wait, Y/N, I have something to say,” you could hear the desperation in his voice but you ignored it and continued to search through your bag
When he realized that you weren’t going to listen to him, he ran up to you and stopped your hand from searching any further.
“What are you doing?” you tried to say with spite but it came out as a soft whisper.
“Y/N, I-I need to tell you something.” He was standing close enough that you could smell him. His scent was overwhelming you and all you wanted to do was throw everything away and accept him right then and there and never let go.
“I don’t want to hear it,” you say as you smack his hand away and continue to search for your keys.
“Y/N...”
“Can you just stop saying my name please? I beg you.” Whatever he wanted to say, you didn’t want to hear it. You finally found the keys and opened the door but at that split second he threw the door open and grabbed your arm, pulling you with him into your apartment.
Struggling against his grasp, you looked up at him, “What exactly are you doing?!? I’m gonna call the cops on you.” You glared at him.
“No you won’t”
“What?”
You scoff “How are you so sure?”
“because you still love me”
at that point you lost it. If he came all the way here to say this kind of nonsense to you, he can leave.
“get out”
“Y/N, please,” he was practically begging you to listen to him
“get out, before I start screaming”
“Shit, Y/N can’t you let me explain?” You can tell he was getting frustrated with you but you didn’t care.
“No, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore”
His jaw tightened, “Can’t you fucking listen to me? I came here for a reason and I’m not-“
He then noticed the expression your face. Tears had already started coming down. It pained him to see you cry and his grip on you softened.
“j-just leave me alone please.. for my sake..”
He continued to stand there in silence for a few more seconds before finally heading out. Once he was out of your sight, you continued up the flight of stairs to your apartment.
After stepping into the room, you dropped everything you were holding onto the floor. The next minute, you felt your legs weaken and then you were falling.
How long were you going to live like this? I’m worth nothing without him, aren’t I?
Instead of landing onto the hard floor you felt yourself hitting something warm.
“Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay?” you looked up to see him terrified out of his mind shaking you awake. You felt something wet drop onto your face. What is this? Tears? Is he crying?
You finally realized the situation you were in and shook yourself off of him.
“I-I thought I told you to leave,” Seeing him cry was even more painful. He didn’t cry often and always had a big smile on his face as if he had no worries if you were there by his side.
“I can’t leave without telling you this,” his tears continued to fall; the look in his eyes made your insides weak as he stared hard at you, as if begging you to hear him out.
You clenched your fists and exhaled. “fine, you have 5 minutes”
“Y/N…”
“I don’t got all day” you looked at the ground, not wanting to give into his tears.
“I made a huge mistake, Y/N. I know nothing I say will ever make up for what I did but”
“but?”
he sighed, “we broke up”
“did you really come all the way over here to tell me this?”
“No listen”
“I’VE BEEN LISTENING, WHY ARE YOU HERE?”
“IT’S”
“WHAT IS IT?”
“I still love you.. so fucking much..”
Your heart jumped inside you from the sound of his words but you had to resist the urge to look at him, “W-What the fuck do you mean, d-don’t you dare play this type of shit on me right now.”
“I never stopped loving you, I never did, I made a terrible mistake, I-I never loved her, I didn’t know what got into me.”
“You didn’t know? Don’t tell me you didn’t realize you were cheating on me?”
“It’s not that I just- I just hate myself for doing this to you. I realized how awful of a decision I made after I made that phone call but she assured me that it was the right direction and I believed her. BUT SHE WAS WRONG. What I had for her was just temporary and I know what I’m saying is all nonsense right now but please believe me on this. I still love you, I haven’t stopped since but after you got that job you got so busy, I thought you were leaving me behind….and then she came in and it became such a mess…”
From hearing this, you didn’t know what to believe, your thoughts were a mess and all you wanted to do was to kick him out, but a part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him it was okay.
“Is that what you really thought? I would never EVER leave you behind, not like the way you did to me,” you stood your ground and glared at him.
“I know and I’m terribly sorry but you don’t know how much I’ve been suffering. For 3 months all I did was drink, I got fired from my job, and every day felt like a nightmare because I would wake up and you wouldn’t be there next to me.”
“You don’t think I’ve suffered?? You broke up with me over a phone call without explanation while you were, I don’t know in the middle of fucking her?? And then texted me sorry?? DO you know HOW I FELT? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEONE BROKE UP WITH YOU LIKE THIS, CHEATED ON YOU LIKE THIS? YOU MEANT THE WORLD TO ME BUT YOU BROKE US. YOU DID THIS TO US.” At this point you were bawling and it was already too late to hide your feelings from him.
“I loved you so fucking much but apparently, you enjoyed being with someone else while I was working my ass off so I can earn enough for a vacation with you around the world…”
He looked up at you in alarm, “V-vacation? With me? This whole time I thought you were leaving me behind…you always went to work when I was free…I-I thought you didn’t love me anymore…”
You couldn’t believe he was saying this to you. You worked long hours just so you could afford plane tickets for the both of you. Sucking up to your boss, letting your coworkers have their way with you, and sacrificing your time with him just so you could squeeze in more money; it all came to nothing in the end.
“I’ve always loved you, KIM TAEHYUNG, how could you say that about me? You were the reason I was even able to get that job. I had zero confidence in myself, had no friends, had no desire to even live life with passion but you gave me life. You GAVE ME A REASON TO LIVE. YOU WERE EVERYTHING TO-
At that moment, you felt him grab your arm, pulling you flush against his chest as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. You struggled to escape but he was much too strong and you slowly eased yourself in his embrace. You hated to admit it but it just felt right to be in his arms again.
Placing his cheek on the top of your head he whispered, “I love you so fucking much, believe me on this, Y/N…. I was an asshole and I didn’t realize how shitty I was until you were gone. I-I can’t live without you.. Every day was miserable for me… all I could ever think about was killing myself for having done that to you.”
You screamed against his chest, “That doesn’t change anything. It’s been 3 months. Why didn’t you contact me?” You pushed yourself off from his chest to look at him, “You didn’t even contact me at all within these 3 months, what right do you have now, to say all these things to me and expect me to forgive you??” You were now beating your fists against his chest. “Why? Why? Why did you do this to me?”
“I thought you would ignore me and refuse to see me like you just did today, I lost all hope that I could possibly take you back as mine again…but somehow when I saw you today, something inside of me told me to follow you”
You didn’t know what to say anymore…was he speaking the truth or were they all lies?
“Do you love me, Y/N?”
You didn’t answer, you were afraid of what was going to happen if you did.
“Y/N, look at me” He gently grabbed both sides of your face, forcing you to look up at him.
“I love you so much” he softly said as he gently wiped the tears from your face with his thumb, “even if you don’t believe me, I’ll continue to convince you that my feelings for you are genuine, you mean too much to me, Y/N…”
You missed this…you missed this so much… you missed him looking at you like you meant the world to him…you missed him holding onto you like he didn’t want you to leave.
He continued to look at you in silence waiting for your answer but you were hesitant. Suddenly, you felt his face slowly approaching yours. The atmosphere around the both of you became more intense the closer he got to you and to your iips…
He paused a few millimeters away from where you wanted him the most and whispered softly, “If you love me, then kiss me.” You took a step back in alarm, “if not, then I won’t ever see you again, I won’t bother you anymore.”
Hearing him say that broke your heart, but at this moment, there was nothing you ever wanted more. Having made up your mind you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his face down towards yours. Seeing his face this close riled you up inside but you couldn't wait any longer before joining his lips with yours.
The immediate contact had you melting into him. All those months you've spent alone and isolated, all those months you've spent crying in your sleep, and all those months where you thought nothing was worth living for anymore had leaded up to this very moment. His arms were still glued to his sides, surprised by your sudden impulsiveness, until he felt you tugging at his neck. His hands immediately sprang into action, pulling your body flush against his, and decreasing any distance you had between the both of you.
What started off slow has now became a panting mess for the both of you. You missed the feeling of his soft lips against yours, the feeling of his hands pressing onto your back pushing you towards him, and the feeling of his warmth whenever his body came in contact with yours. It was a passionate and desperate kiss, leaving the both of you wanting more. You’ve imagined this very moment many times, thinking he would someday come back to you but then you later discarded that idea when you lost all hope but now it was happening. It was happening before you very eyes and there was nothing, nothing that could ever makee you feel as alive as he did. He then separated his lips from yours and gave you a flustered look.
“Y-you know I didn’t come here for this, I j-just missed you so much, I couldn’t help myself-“
“Shh, I know,” you gave him the first genuine smile you’ve ever given in a long time.
He looked at you in surprise and then tears were rolling down his face, “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” and before you knew it his lips came crashing onto yours again.
It was a rough night and the weather outside of my window was a depiction of my mood. It seemed as of lately that life was falling apart. Perhaps I was being dramatic, but stress and anxiety were no joke in a young adult’s life. It was suffocating, and more often than not, I didn’t know how to deal with it. I wasn’t good at coping and I wasn’t good at pretending everything was okay.
I stared absently at the wall in front of me, gnawing on my lip until it was raw. Reflecting on nearly everything going wrong, my eyes glazed over different items in my bedroom. The trophies I had won in my high school’s academic decathlon, needing a good dusting. My piles of homework stacking up on my desk. The mirror on my vanity, projecting my blank expression back towards me. My unruly hair, the bags beneath my eyes. My window that the rain noisily tapped against. The shining pair of eyes on the opposite side of said window.
...
The shining pair of eyes on the OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE WINDOW.
I clutched my chest as I fell backwards off of my bed and landed with a thud onto the hardwood. I breathed quickly, trying to decide if I could get to the kitchen to grab a weapon or call for help. Surely someone in my dorm would hear me. I shook my head, trying to think outside of my own panicked mind. Maybe I had been seeing things? I had been completely overwhelmed lately. Maybe my mind was simply playing tricks on me. Insanity or a home intruder.
Slowly, I pulled myself onto my hands and knees, carefully peering over my mattress to eye my window once again. The set of eyes were still there, staring eerily into my bedroom, but this time a large smile appeared beneath them.
“Won’t you quit playing games and let me in?” a muffled voice protested. I tilted my head, mildly unsure of where I had heard that voice before.
“Oh, come on Y/N, open the window!” the deep voice gasped again, a bit louder.
I sprang up from my spot, walking quickly to the window, and eyed it curiously. “Tae?”
Taehyung had been on schedules overseas for what seemed like ages. He was pretty consistent with keeping up with his life back home, even with his batsy girlfriend who holed up in her room, thinking about all of the wrongs life had dealt her.
“The rain isn’t getting any better!” He laughed, sliding a hand through his wet hair. I winced as I tugged up on the edge of the window, it’s panes not moving an inch.
“I think you have to unlock it first,” Taehyung grinned.
I rolled my eyes, moving my hands across the several locks keeping Taehyung stuck in the tree outside, and finally began to lift the window. After opening a small gap, Taehyung began to lift from the opposite side, making the opening wide enough to squeeze through.
“Aigoo, it was getting bad out there!” he gasped, shaking as if he were a wet dog. "Did you not recognize me?”
“It was dark, and raining, and not like it matters but they changed your hair color again,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. It looked good though. He always looked good.
“I still have the same face though,” he smiled, tugging off his leather jacket and the hoodie he had layered beneath it. “Sorry...I’m dripping on your floor.”
“Sorry?” I croaked. “THAT’S what your sorry for?”
“Well I mean...it is hard wood...if there’s too much water it could buckle,” Taehyung said thoughtfully.
“What about apologizing for creepily leering into my window?!” I whisper shouted, careful to keep my voice down. I lived in a dormitory where we weren’t allowed to have anyone of the opposite sex in our room, especially after hours.
“You’re right. Next time I’ll send a text,” he nodded, a grin growing on his face. He opened his arms wide. “Aren’t you going to give me a hug?”
“Taehyung, I know I haven’t seen you in weeks,” I sighed, crossing my arms. “But you’re drenched.”
“I’m also lovable, I think that’s more important,” he smiled.
“Here,” I sighed, digging around in my drawers. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a spare t-shirt, tossing them both at Taehyung.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, looking around curiously. Come to think of it, I don’t think he had ever visited me before at my dorm.
“The end of the hall,” I nodded. Taehyung nodded as well, taking a few steps forward before I caught his soggy shoulder. “Which you won’t be using as this is an all girls dorm with a strict curfew.”
“Which is code for...I get naked here?” Taehyung grinned, his caramel cheeks blossoming a bright red.
“I’ll turn around,” I sighed, shuffling to face the wall. I caught my reflection in the mirror, noting what a wreck I still was. I ran my fingers nervously through my hair. I was becoming urgently aware of how terrible I looked as my boyfriend was visiting. I looked down, then immediately up again to notice Taehyung’s tanned form undressing behind me. I averted my eyes, but couldn’t seem to control my vision as they wandered back to his reflection.
He began unfolding the shirt, looking up to his reflection as well. I assumed he knew the feeling of being watched, so when his eyes caught mine, his mouth broke out into an embarrassed grin. “You pervert!”
“Aish!” I gasped, looking down immediately.
“I mean...if you wanted to watch, you didn’t have to make a show of turning around,” Taehyung teased.
“I don’t want to see your naked ass, Kim Taehyung,” I grumbled, looking anywhere but at him. My face grew increasingly hot.
“Your eyes said otherwise,” he giggled. I looked up just as he tugged the shirt over his head. He crossed the few feet in between us and immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the skin lightly. “I missed you.”
“You missed teasing me,” I sighed, spinning around in his arms and placing my hands behind his neck. “But I guess I missed it just as much.”
I lifted my fingers, pushing them through his damp hair and back down to his face. I cupped his cheek, smiling as he kissed my palm.
“I wish you would have told me you were coming,” I sighed, turning away from him. “I would have put on some makeup or something.”
“Mmm, I like you without makeup best,” Tae smiled. He looked around my room, taking in our surroundings. He leafed through papers, picking up small items along the way.
“How are you?” he asked, eventually following me across the room. He placed a hand on my shoulder before plopping onto my mattress.
“Stressed, overworked, tired, missing you,” I grumbled.
“Well, we solved one of those,” he grinned. “How do we tackle the rest?”
“I don’t know...win the lottery to pay my tuition, hire someone to do my homework, and give me endless cuddles?” I said with a sad smile.
Taehyung matched my smile, his being relentlessly positive unlike my own. He leaned back on my twin mattress, patting the small amount of space beside him. “We’ll work on the whole lottery thing later.”
I rolled my eyes, moving slowly to the bed, and crawling to take the spot beside Taehyung. He tangled his limbs within mine and let out a satisfied chuckle.
“Taehyungie,” I whispered, pushing my face into his chest. I breathed in deeply, making sure to memorize his scent. “How are you so happy all the time?”
“Hmm,” he hummed, his eyes glazing over in thought. “I’m not happy all the time.”
I tilted my face, getting a better look at him.
“I feel angry, and get upset, but I try not to show that side,” he nodded. “I have you and I have the members. There’s a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I have army and I do what I love. Life is difficult sometimes, but I’m happy.”
I grinned, reflecting on Taehyung’s words. He was honestly the best thing life had ever given to me.
“It must be hard being so perfect,” I whispered.
“I wouldn’t know,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me.”
“You know, it’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” I joked. Taehyung’s large hands flew over my ribcage in an array of tickles. “Tae! Quit it! I swear!”
Taehyung’s laughter echoed through my room, deep and passionate. It filled up the space I had considered so empty not even an hour before. “Quit!” I gasped. “I’ll scream!”
“You won’t!” he smiled. “Because then we’d be in big trouble, and you avoid trouble...well except for me.”
“You aren’t trouble, Kim Taehyung,” I smiled. “You’re the safest thing I know.”
When you make eye contact with popular kid Taehyung
Omfg this turned out way different than what I had in mind >< Taehyung’s expression got me so weak,,, this is literally the most heated thing I ever wrote if that made any sense
Key: F= Friend
Warning: RIP Taehyung stans including me
-at school cafeteria-
F: *looks behind you* Psst, Y/N, I think Taehyung is looking at you
Y/N: Pfft, what are you talking about? Why would he look at me, of all people?
F: Gurl, I don’t know but he’s staring pretty hard at you and he’s looking pretty fucking hot while doing so
Y/N: *sighs* I swear if I turn around and he’s staring at some other chick, I’m cockblocking you and Jimin tonight
F: *eyes widen in panic* NOOnononONONO, trust me on this
Y/N: *turns around*
TH:
Y/N: *whips head back around* WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK
F: YOOOO HE JUST EYE FUCKED YOU
Y/N: *laughing* IT’S NOT ME, TOTALLY NOT ME
F: SHUT UP, YOU JUST MADE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM, I SWEAR YOU COULD BE PREGNANT RIGHT NOW
Y/N: *coughs* whatever, that was just an accident
F: Y/N please, oh my oH MY HE’S COMING HERE HE’S COMIN-
Y/N: Wha-
TH: Hey, Y/N right? *turns to friend* Could you give us a minute?
F: *looks at the both of you* s-sure..
Y/N: *gulps* Is there something you need?
TH: *smiles; slowly inching closer* yeah
Y/N: *looking down; afraid to make eye contact with him* wha-what is it ?
TH: *whispers in your ear* you
Y/N: *heat rushing to your cheeks* Uhm I..I don’t understand, do you want some homework help or someth-
TH: *grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips onto yours*
Y/N: *inaudible noises*
TH: *pulls away from you and smirks* I’ll see you later, Y/N
It took me a while because this list just never seems complete. Hope your like it~
Dating Taehyung would include:
- being smothered by hugs because he hugs your head instead of your body sometimes
- him pushing his forehead against yours
- him acting all cool, doing satoori, just showing off
- he makes you call him ‘cool guy’
- asking for kisses with aegyo
- him getting you toys when he’s abroad
- awkward giggly sex
- hot passionate sex with lots of lip biting
- both at the same time lmao
- “Jagi”
- “what”
- “Jagi!”
- “What!?”
- “JAGI!!!”
- “WHAT?!?”
- “hi.”
- “ehuehuehueheu”
- late night French fries
- lots puppets and toys just laying around the house
- theme park dates
- and him running and jumping around because puppy tae is excited
- him magically finding puppies everywhere
- you planning to get puppies one day
- already fantasizing about what to name your future puppies and children
- you’re the inspiration for his lyrics
- he lets you read his lyrics
- “Y/N!!! I love you!!!” into the mic when they win an award
- you wearing his XXL shirts around the house
- he sends you selfies constantly
- him trying to carry you to the bedroom
- but failing and you both end up having a laughing fit on the floor
- fighting over lots items
- him giggling embarrassed when you find the thing
- him making sure you can’t get angry by being cute
- making each other take really specific and weird pictures
- rest of bangtan taking care of you
- curious af Jimin
- Jimin teasing you because he heard things from Taehyung
- You know it’s on when you come home and he looks at you through his eyelashes and his lips slightly parted
- You know the face
- Him showing you girlgroup songs as soon as they come out
- Dancing and jumping around to music a lot
- Weird alien dancing
- Sexy dancing
- And giggling after
- Really really passionate kisses
- He would sometimes just shower you in tiny kisses all over you face
- Trying to get up in the morning but you can’t because he has his arms and legs around you
- Him acting out full drama scenes and you have to play along
- You make him dinner because he must be exhausted after dance practice
- Him being exhausted but still all smiley and energetic when he sees you
- Eating dinner on the couch while watching a drama or cartoon or something
- Him making the food talk
- Blanket forts
- Trying to get up in the morning but you can’t because he has his arms and legs around you
