contains: college AU, basketball player!Taehyung, emotionally repressed!Taehyung, protective!Taehyung, possessive!Taehyung, dom!Taehyung (later), innocent!OC, friends-to-lovers, first love, mutual pining, slow burn, yearning, hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, grief, parental abuse (past), domestic violence (past), divorce, infidelity, family dysfunction, emotional dependency, psychological tension, miscommunication, reunion, explicit sexual content (Cock warming, messy kisses, fingering, oral (m&f) and more later), praise, jealousy, obsessive devotion, morally complicated decisions, heavy angst, strong language, emotionally intimate scenes, healing, happy ending, healing, and emotionally messy characters trying to love each other despite everything.
"Broken things remember the hands that tried to repair them."
Summary:
The first time Yeonhee met Kim Taehyung, he was alone in an empty basketball court, throwing every ounce of anger he couldn't take out on the world into a basketball hoop.
She'd only come there to hide, never expecting someone to already be there.
Neither of them meant to become each other's favorite part of an otherwise ordinary life, making it just a little easier to survive.
What begins with shared silence, convenience-store dinners, and homemade cookies slowly becomes the safest place either of them has ever known... until one buried secret forces Taehyung to destroy the only good thing he's ever had.
Years later, fate brings Yeonhee back to his doorstep.
This time, the truth refuses to stay buried.
I. KṢAṆA (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
Ksaņa Ksha-na The small moment that quietly becomes a memory
Chapter 1 — The Empty Court (15k–20k)
An empty basketball court after sunset wasn't supposed to change either of their lives. Yet somewhere between echoing dribbles, convenience-store dinners, and a box of homemade cookies, two strangers begin sharing a silence that slowly starts to feel like home.
Chapter 2 — Cookies (18k–22k)
By the time Taehyung realizes Yeonhee has quietly become the safest part of his life, she's already woven herself into every ordinary day.
II. KAIROS (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
kai· ros ['kīräs] noun, Greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.
Chapter 3 — The Photograph (18k–20k)
One decision that changes everything. Sometimes the cruelest thing love can do… is choose goodbye.
III. YEOUBI (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
Yeoubi (n. Korean) the sun shining through the rain
Chapter 4 — Rain (15k)
An apology becomes a confession. A confession becomes a kiss. For one fragile moment, it almost feels like they've found their way back to each other.
in which a late-night study session at Taehyung’s house turns into a harmless guessing game — until the rules start changing.
pairing: friend!Kim Taehyung × OC
word count: approx. 4k
genre: after-hours | dark romance | possessive dynamic | college AU | angst | smut
platform note: written for Tumblr
rating: Explicit (18+ only) MDNI
links: Mega- Masterlist ꨄ After Hours masterlist ꨄ wattpad
Contains: dom!taehyung, innocent!oc, teasing, close proximity, blowjob oral(male receiving), friends-to-lovers tension, making out, manipulation, lies, praises.
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"Do we really have to?" she looked at Taehyung skeptically for the guy who rarely shows interest in anything other than stupid cat videos was suddenly too impatient to play this game with her. A game she had never even heard of or played before.
"Yes, yes you do. Must you upset me like this?" Taehyung accused while crossing his arm and glaring down at her who just sighed and played with his tie in her hand. The silk was soft and smooth to her touch. It almost felt like it didn't even belong to her palm for it was far too expensive than let's say her entire watch collection back home.
"What are you thinking? Hurry up-" he snatched the tie from her hand walked around her chair to stand behind her. "Or better yet let me do it for you, hm?"
Knowing Taehyung she only nodded feeling him bend down and wrap his tie around her eyes with a gentleness he didn't seem to have in the moment before. Tying it tightly yet making sure she won't get hurt. Her insides jitter at the sudden press of his soft lips on her forehead as if he was leaving her with danger itself.
"The fuck!"
He chuckled softly at her curse before swatting her thigh lightly over her light grey skirt that sit right above where her knee starts making her jolt. The action almost get off the chair but Taehyung's hands were quick to squeeze her shoulders and make her sit back on.
"Language baby"
She scowled at his words. she wasn't someone who you would tell what to do. "Behave Taehyung. You can't just hurt me when you're the one who begged to play this stupid game."
"Oh yeah?"
Smack.
"Ow!" she mewled in pain as this time the smack was even harder. Hissing softly she rubbed her thigh being mindful of not accidently lifting her skirt and flashing him but also very well aware of how her sensitive skin must be red by now.
Taehyung who was usually the one of the most sorted and sweet guys she's ever met would actually act like this jerky way that even though she knew it's wrong she lets it pass most of the times understanding how it must just be a phase. How he's not entirely like this but sometimes it just so happens that a person can not always be good.
"Taehyung you-"
"I know. I know. I... I'll bring the food items for you to guess, kay?"
He mumbled softly. Grabbing her jaw lightly he skimmed his thumb over her cheek apologetically. Just shy of touching her lips.
She waited obediently on the chair thinking of all the things they did today while in background she heard him gather all the "stuff" for the game.
For a week they both had been diligently working on their college project where they were assigned on as partners. Thankfully tonight was the final one that they completed their project. A week of bouncing from each other's house they could finally have a break.
At first they just chatted and then scrolled through some movie options. But when none picked up their interest? Taehyung came up with this weird game called "guess the object" while searching online. In this game one player is blindfolded and other feeds them a little of anything even if non edible which didn't really make much sense to her.
The way Taehyung went from enthusiastically tossed coin to see who would go first to running around to find something to blindfold her eyes with had her wondering is this game was actually that good. She's never seen him this excited so she decided to play along for once. He too always does every things she says so it didn't feel like much of a problem.
"Here."
She stopped playing with her hair when she heard him huff as he placed a couple of items on the table the used for writing before.
"Let's start easy, kay?"
She hums softly though she swears she heard his voice waver once... in a weird way.
A beat later she whimpered and tried to pull away when she felt something extremely cold against her lips.
"Ice?" she pushed his hand away making the ice cube drop on the marble floor and breaking into small pieces. Her reaction has him in a strange aww making him laugh lightly.
"Yeah. You got it."
She heard him rummage through the objects on the table and walk back towards her.
Taehyung watched her bite her lip in nervousness as to what he might feed her having him shake his head, smiling ear to ear at her behavior. They've been friends for minimum four years yet she always takes her time in finding comfort. And he as always gladly gives her all the time she needs.
"Ready baby?"
"H..mmm, go ahead be gone with it."
This object felt.. oddly soft and sweet scented as she breathes it in in a soft shaky breath. Her reaction has his brows frowning in concentration too. He swipes the light thing slowly across the horizontal partition of her lips like a claw machine's hand waiting to pick up the right toy the moment the user presses it's button.
"Can i taste it?"
"Mh', ofcourse."
Her lips part as she hesitantly takes a very small bite. Sweetness instantly burst in her mouth and she grinned widely. The juice of the fruit spread lightly on her lips and ran down his fingers as he still held it out for her.
"what is it, hm?" he whispers leaning closer to have a a clear view of a sight he has so patiently curated to happen after years of ease and control. "You know you can't win unless you tell me what it is"
"Raspberry." she claimed before sensing his hand still held the rest of the fruit for her making her take a big bite. An apologetic smile when she "accidently" bites on his fingers as well. The blind fold preventing her from understanding how those long digits were oh so deliberately held out for her to bite onto along the little berry in his hands just to feel the warmth of her mouth and feeling of her lips willingly wrapping around his fingers.
The sight had him in awe for moments he was left stunned. There was nothing better he had ever seen. He bit his lip to hold back the groan he almost let out. Almost. When she plucks the berry out his grip with the help of her tongue and left his fingers still in the air. Held out as if for her to bite onto.
"Good girl." her smile softens at his praise. legs squirming without her knowledge as it happens as if he was the one who was blindfolded and couldn't see the effect his voice alone held in this moment over her.
So fucking innocent.
And soon she'll be all his.
He slowly brought his juice and saliva covered fingers to his lips and sucked them cleaning, all the while looking down at her. She looked so pretty in this sweet v-neck crop top in white and that cute little grey skirt. Always has.
"Ready for more?" This time his voice was down right raspy that she caught the sudden change in his tone and way but gave a little nod. Though before he moved away she giggled when he smoothens her light frown with his hand.
"Even over blindfold?" She can't believe she caught her frown over her blindfolded eyes.
"Yeah."
Smack
"Taehyung"
She groaned loudly in irritation when he moved away after smacking her thigh playfully but only bringing her frown back 10x more.
"Let's see if you can guess this one. I'm pretty sure you won't"
She huffed at his challenge and pouts feeling huis breath over her nose. He was too close.
"Let's see." Pushing at his chest lightly so he'll step back but when he didn't? She just gave up and sat without bothering herself with him.
This new object felt weird honestly. It was too hard and smelled literally awful. She wanted him to take this away but he had just challenged her and she can't afford to lose. Hence she parted her lips and took a bite only to whimper feeling the sharp pain in her teeth and the woody husk..
"Ack!"
Taehyung who was observing closely before. His dark eyes raking her lips and face which was full of uncertainty but also determination of winning against him cackles loudly when she whimpered.
"When i told you it can be in edible too then why did you bite so hard knowing it was something you weren't sure of, idiot?"
Despite his amusement he was quick to cup her cheeks and part her lips using his fingers. She whimpered in surprise and try to push him away but he only examined her teeth and lips barely stepping back until he was sure she wasn't hurt.
"Pencil"
"Hm?"
He looks down at her whispering softly.
"I won. It was a pencil."
"My silly girl-"
He couldn't help but coo inside at her words. She was too stubborn for her own good. His eyes darken seeing her so small and.. his chain of thoughts broke when her phone rang. The ringtone breaking the un addressed tension in the room making him unbuttoned a few from his shirt and step back.
"Right. Stay here, I'll fetch it for you."
She nods groaning how she was stuck on this chair once again. Blindfolded. Though this time her mind wandered on how he didn't show any hesitancy or disgust or even anger... just concern when he had checked her mouth for any injury. He really was her very good friend. Sometime she felt blessed to have him around. What would she have done if he hadn't approached her to be friends just second day of college after orientation?
"Baby?"
"Hm?" she looks up feeling his hurried steps advance towards her for she being the honest girl she was still hadn't removed the blindfold for the game was still on. "Who was it?" her palm stretched for him to place her phone in it.
Taehyung sighed shaking her head and grab her hand in his. pulling her off the chair. "It was your brother, baby. He says you have to go some shopping spree and he'll be here to pick you up in an hour."
Him picking up calls for her wasn't new for friends usually did that. She pursed her lips together for she could practically imagine him pouting though he was doing a pretty good job.
"Tae-"
"But that doesn't mean you can't guess the last item."
"Wait!" she exclaimed as he pushed her to her knees. She fidgets uncomfortably on the floor as the marble was too soft yet hard beneath her pale thighs unlike the usual rough grounds she's used to unless like she was now.
Taehyung didn't have much time as he licked his lips thinking of what this was going to do. If he actually did this now then it changes a lot of things between them. She's soft, innocent and easy to manipulate. It won't be an issue to make her understand. Make her crave him like he did for her.
It'd be a lie to say he was as calm as a river when he talked to her brother and realized she won't be here for long. Four years. His four years of yearning, planning and plotting will go to waste if she went home tonight. Untouched. Without tasting what he was ready to give.
He gaze down at her in his house, on his marble floor. He was so pissed. Not at her. Never at his baby. He'd already unzipped his pants with the mango flavored condom packet in his hand. Her favorite.
she flinches when she heard the tear of the wrapper.
"Is it ca... candy? Was it candy wrapper?" She tried to guess early so she wouldn't have to be in the floor anymore as her knees began to hurt. She reckoned why she'd to be on floor for guessing the last item.
"Mmm, baby.... maybe. But that's the trick part." he hums while covering his dick in that pale yellow thin covering. Precum already collecting on his tip for he's too excited for this and needs to hurry up for the given time limit. "This time rather than the flavor... I want you to tell me what it is. And yes.. you remember what happened when you bit the pencil right?"
She hums uncertain as he slowly cupped her jaw angling her face upwards. Thumb coaxing her mouth to part open for him as he skimmed it lightly over jaw like before.
She hesitantly wraps her lips around the foreign object in her mouth. The sight enough to make him whine so he bites his lips to hold back a little more. His girl was finally on her knees with his dick in her mouth. The only imagination he's been having for the past four years from the moment he saw her.
She hums once she tastes strong mango flavor in her mouth. The taste makes her almost smile as she tried to figure out what this is. This was too warm to be an ice cream and too sturdy to be a chocolate that's to be melted away at the temperature. She can't even bite it as she doesn't want to get hurt like before.
Taehyung chuckles to himself. He'd played with the boundaries for that very reason. He can't afford his baby to bite on his dick. His kitten's pink cunt shall be soon drunk off of it.
"That's it, baby" he praised her softly before pushing her mouth abruptly when she parts her lips to breathe in some air.
"Taehy-ack!" She cried oh so beautifully choking on him. His dick is the first and last she'll choke on. He'll make sure.
"What happened, baby?" He groans not hiding where this was going anymore when in panic her her hands raise to push him but she's surprised to feel his thighs. Nails dig in his thigh to push him away. Hot tears stain his silk tie wrapped around her eyes as she realizes what's happening.
"Relax your throat and tongue. Let me in, baby." He slaps her cheek lightly, guiding her because he wasn't going to pull out now that she was finally taking him.
She sniffles trying to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. The mango scent now made her dizzy instead. As an automated response to the fragrance and flavor she salivates. Her tongue flattens allowing his dick to sit on it.
His head thrown back in pleasure as his dick rests softly over his now flat tongue. Her mouth was so warm and small. She cried when he twitches inside her, his tip touching the back of her throat.
"What flavor it is?" He whispers to distract her. He had to - she was crying, confused and sweet on her knees for him. "Hm?" he slaps her cheek again. Harder this time to get her to obey.
"Mang-ah"
The moment her lips form an 'O' he thrusted in.. making her scream. the vibration has him whining and his knees almost wobble but he hold her head tight to stay upright.
"That's right, baby. FUCK!"
"Fuck! suck it. Get all that mango flavor you like, hm?"
She couldn't pull back for his grip on her head was too tight and with no choice she completely gave into his desires. Her little tongue moves softly around him. Her kitty licks felt ticklish and his grip on her hair tighten making her whimper.
Taehyung's hips stutter but he neither thrusted in nor pulled out. Just resting their in her mouth he let her explore him in her own little pace. He was too far gone finally feeling her around him. This was finally happening. Before his hazy eyes land on the clock, making him curse under his breath. They had no time for this.
"A min, baby." Was all he said before he pulled out of her mouth and ripped that condom off of his dick. With a shuddering breath he grips himself and stands between her now parted legs and tilting her face back towards him. Smearing his pre cum on her peeking tongue's tip he groans as she whimpers at the salt on her taste buds before pushing back in her mouth. This time she knew how not to choke.
"Take the tip between your lips and suc-" She obeys him by taking the tip between her lips and sucking it a little too hard for she didn't know it could be sensitive while licking the tip as her lips encircled it. "Easy.. baby do it softer."
This went on a while till he pushed in until all the way till the back of her throat. His tip tapping the constricted muscles at the back of her throat has him groaning. "Fuck, baby! You're the best."
She sniffles at his praises. With her nose buried in his pubic hair, she could barely breathe anymore. Nails scraping his thigh so he'll pull out. But this is this position was already driving him to heaven.
"No!" He growled, swatting her cheek. The second slap followed to relax her hands on his thighs. "Breathe through your mouth, baby."
There was a pause. He knew she wasn't fully understanding.... but her warm mouth was too inviting and he's was already close. Too close.
She gulps not understanding how she can breath if his dick was pressing against the back of her throat. But when it got too much she had to try it. She tried hard and slowly relax her throat muscles to breathe. He looks down at the sight of her jaw opening wider and the way she slowly sucked air in.
Taking the cue he slowly thrusts in those soft warm muscles of her throat. Damn she was tight as she screamed almost immediately when he thrusts in sloppily making his hips stutter for now half his dick was caught between those constricted walls and the vibration of her screams had him almost cumming in that moment itself.
"Open up, baby." He whined out loud. Hands keeping her head in place.
She screamed for long before crying and trying to repeat what she did before. Releasing his dick as her throat muscles are forced to relax. She sniffles and breathes. Then cry even more.
"Baby," he coaxed, gritting his teeth he forced his grip on her hair to relax and patting her head in praise. "You're doing so good for me. Just a little more, hm?"
He whispered looking down at her already wanting to thrust deep in her mouth and have her screaming over his cock. But that'll have to be for another time. She's too innocent for this yet his baby is doing so well. Or was he making her?
"Just let me cum in that pink mouth of yours, baby. Can't you do so little for me?" He grins as he feels her throat relax to accommodate more of him.
"Good girl."
She couldn't keep up as he slowly began thrusting in her mouth. His praises are the only things she heard along with his loud groans and moans that bounced off the large walls and echoing in his room. She'd seen so many workers around his home. The imagination of anyone catching them like this only made her more embarrassed.
Her throat burns when his thrusts fasten and he uses her mouth to his will in a rather rough manner. She whined so he'll slow down but his pace increased as he chased his high. Her jaw hurts and the tie around her eyes was practically drenched in her tears now.
"Fuck, baby"
Taehyung couldn't make words as he grips her head so she won't move. Her pale knees drag slightly on the marble were red by now. He was so close. So close of finally cumming in that pretty pink mouth and painting it white.
"Fuc-a"
He held her head close as his hips thrust one last time before cumming in her mouth with a loud groan. She cried feeling warm liquid filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. She tried hard to push him away when her little mouth couldn't hold it anymore and some of it started dripping down her chin. she needed to spit it out.
"Swallow"
He punctuated the order with another sloppy thrust of hips. Reminding her this could happen all over again if she'd waste even a single seed of his. Having no choice she slowly swallows the salty substance before he finally pulled out her mouth and she took heavy breaths.
Kneeling before her Taehyung grips her chin to examine if she actually took all in. Once satisfied he pecked her lips and pulled her up by her arms.
She hissed softly when pulled to his chest making her wobbly knees ache as she stretches them to stand up on her own.
She weakly pushed at his chest as it's finally over not wanting him to touch her after what happened. She couldn't wrap her head around it while he carefully removed his damp tie from her eyes. She blinks sniffling, trying to adjust to the sharp lights.
"What are you crying about, baby?"
His soft murmur as he wiped her eyes made her push at his chest but his free hand grabbed her by her waist making sure she pressed close to him. "Who are you pushing at? Hm?"
She refused to say anything even when he tilts her face with a rather gentle grip on her chin than the tone he just used with her. He never really shouted even if in such a phase of his was on. Always gentle with her.
"Why did you do that-"
"Did you hate it?"
"H..huh?"
"I asked if you hated it, baby." His eyes darken as they bore into her teary red ones bouncing all over his face like a sweet little lamb. The sight enough to get him hard again. He pecks her lips once again when she doesn't answer. She didn't have to. He knew she didn't understand yet, how even though she didn't feel it but the tension has always been there between them. But she would.
"Until next time. See you at college."
Was all he said pecking her twice more when she grabbed her bag and ran out his room with shaky legs the moment she heard her brother downstairs. Probably asking the workers where she was.
Taehyung's never felt such satisfaction yet longing at the same time. Even after she left he couldn't forget how her thighs had looked when he lifted her ... slick under the light. She had been affected by him. If they had more time, he would have gladly returned the favor. Perhaps never stopping even if she begged him to.
But for now he just adjusted his pants and picked up the bits of the mango condom and discarded it.
A/N:
Was wanting to write for some time, so here’s another oneshot, my babies.
This piece is part of After Hours — a collection of fragments. It’s meant to feel a little unresolved and driven more by tension than comfort.
links: Mega- Masterlist ꨄ After Hours masterlist ꨄ wattpad ꨄ taglist ꨄ Moodboards & Aesthetics ꨄ Letters to the Transient Sky - Masterlist
contains: runaway!OC, gentle!Taehyung, introverted!Taehyung, wealthy!OC, forbidden romance, strangers-to-lovers, slow-burn romance, emotional intimacy, domestic moments, mutual devotion, loneliness, family pressure, forced arranged marriage, controlling family, emotional abuse, physical abuse, jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak, violence, grief, separation, psychological distress, suicide, death, ambiguous ending, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, found family, healing through music, letters, fleeting happiness, morally complicated characters, strong language, emotionally devastating themes, and a love story about two people who find each other only to discover that some happiness is never meant to last.
“Some people are only meant to pass through our lives like weather—leaving everything changed long after the sky has cleared.”
current wc: 13.1k+ (ongoing)
estimated final wc: 30k–35k+ (flexible)
date: 16/08/2026
𐙚Quee this side! Hi everyone, and welcome to Letters to the Transient Sky. As we begin this new journey, there are a few things I wanted to talk about before we enter the story.
Every chapter will begin with an entry from Taehyung's diary, so please do read them. They aren't simply little pieces placed before the chapters for the sake of it. Each entry is connected to what happens within that particular chapter, and as we move further into their story, you'll begin to see how they connect to one another too. So yes, I am asking you to pay attention to the diary entries. 👀
Chapter 1 is titled The Night of Rain, which I think already gives away a little of where we're beginning. The sky plays an important role throughout this story, and rain is our first little piece of it. So, naturally, it felt right for rain to be where everything begins. More importantly, this is where Taehyung and Rei meet for the first time, on a night neither of them knows will become the beginning of something much bigger.
I don't want to explain too much before you've actually read anything because half the fun, at least for me, is seeing what you notice on your own. But I do want you to keep one thing in mind as we go forward: fate is a beautiful mystery. We can spend our entire lives trying to understand why certain people enter our lives, why some things happen when they do, and why some moments are taken from us far too quickly. Sometimes, we simply have to accept what fate gives us and learn to move forward. But sometimes, we have to fight for what we believe is ours. Sometimes we have to reach into the hands of fate and take it for ourselves, even when the world tells us we shouldn't.
And perhaps that is one of the questions this story keeps asking in its own quiet way: what kind of person do you think you are? The one who accepts? Or the one who fights?
Maybe you'll find your answer somewhere between these pages.
Anyway, enough of me talking. You've waited long enough. 😭 Let's meet them.
See you after the chapter.
♫ Sweet — Cigarettes After Sex
[In-Yun]
In-Yun. It means "providence," or "fate." But it's something more—it's about the threads between people.
They say it's In-Yun if two strangers simply brush past each other on the street, if their clothes touch for a fleeting second. Because it means there was already something binding them in a past life.
If two people marry, they say it's because there have been 8,000 layers of In-Yun woven over 8,000 lifetimes.
Maybe our 8,001st time will never come.
Still, I'd cherish them all. I'd live each one over again, just to reach you.
[Taehyung]
It is said that fate is nothing but the course of wind which, striking you when you least expect it— and when it does, there will tears in your eyes, that much was sure. Tears could be either of joy or sadness or a little bit of both mixed into something bittersweet. Some like it and some don't. Such is our fate: good to some, cruel to others .
Perhaps it's like sunlight caught in rain. Just like today— a perfectly sunny day turned gloomy by the heavy downpour. A total opposite of what the weather forecast had informed for the week— sunny throughout.
The pitter patter never stopped, nor did the footsteps rushing to find shelter. He adjusted his cheap coat's collar, trying to save himself from the cold, while the water seeped through the thin material, dampening the cotton shirt beneath.
Fate.
The force who brought him there that day.
The day that changed everything. One wanted to live; the other, to survive. But not everything goes according to the plan.
As I said, fate is the mastermind. And we? Perhaps it manipulates us like rag dolls— but its also true that, once determined, humans' grit can change the its course to their will. But will it hold true for you, for me— for them?
Taehyung Pov:
I couldn't believe this happened to me for the third time this month. Why is it only my umbrella that is found broken in the communal umbrella rack when I need it?
Its good that I was already half-way through to my house and don't have to drench but considering how I'm shivering I might have take a day off tomorrow. I can't even afford a sick leave or else my promised promotion may get hindered.
With a sigh i hasted my pace. At this ungodly hour I can't even ask for my friend's help. Not that they'd bother if I called.
A sad smile formed as I thought about today.
A moment which reminded me that I had everything I ever needed and shouldn't be sad about things I lack.
Its not that I have all the luxuries the world had to offer. Perhaps my own needs were too less for me to demand higher by the lord. Hence, happiness followed me in little things I loved.
Earlier that day
At the government hospital
Greeting every nurse and doctor in view I made my way to her room. As soon as the door opened her face bloomed in a tired smile making me drop my bag and run in her arms. I hugged her so hard afraid she might slip away if I won't hold on to her.
"Oh, my sweet boy!" She coaxed, her wrinkled fingers softly brushing my hair.
Her one smile made my days and her ruffling my hair soothed my nights. I pulled away a bit to look at her face.
We didn't have to speak to share our thoughts. She understood me just fine. And by the way tears slowly pooled her eyes, my own stung with pain unspoken.
All my hardships were somehow known to her and I could not help but be greatful to the heavens above.
"Grandma!"
I placed my hand over her own that cupped my cheeks lovingly, bringing them to my lips as if I could kiss her pain away.
"I missed you, my boy"
"I missed you too, grandma. More than you think I did. You can't believe how happy I was when doctor called me and said your head injury was better now,"
But as I spoke of her pain, the incident also brought back memory of how it happened and her cheeky smile ached me more.
"I know what you're going to say so—"
"No," I gulped feeling sensitive about it all over again. It was my fault after all but she had to be careful too.
"You decided to run to the hospital gates to check if the doctor was lying about me visiting you or not?"
She looked down like a scolded baby and with a sigh I continued. She had to understand she couldn't be playful anymore.
I always visit her at the end of every week but someone joked with her that I informed the hospital that I might visit this Wednesday. And my poor grandma fell for the prank. As a result when I wasn't there she was heart broken and slipped while trying to run past the hospital guards.
"You know I'll only visit you on Sundays—...yet you—.....I won't visit you if you won't listen—" I meant nothing of what I said.
"Son—" she cupped my face again, her soft bambi eyes, though old have the same effect on me as before .
"I won't do it anymore, ok? I'll listen to that doctor and nurse and even take my medicine on time. Just never say you won't meet me."
And that's where I melted as always and hugged her close.
Author pov:
The peace broke piece by piece. Soft whimpers and sniffling at the side of concrete path brought him out his memories.
Left and right, confused Taehyung tried to find the source while the train out thoughts that broke also arose, 'What if I misheard?'
But after some time a shivering body came to his view. The girl's long, damp hair covered whole of her face; a thin blanket around she continued to shiver in cold under the torrential bath.
The sight caught even the forever wise gentleman in dilemma; whether he shall help her or not? The lady had still noticed his presence, rubbing her blue palm over her arms as if it'd help her now pneumonia-prone self.
Standing in front of her he only wondered how long she'd been there or had she already been long dead inside?
He wasted time thinking of what to do. The same couldn't be said for the lady in question as she dropped on the ground. The sound loud enough to shift his focus back on the now fainted maiden, echoing in the darkness of the torrential night. His heart stuttered as he stumbled forward.
"M-miss—" his eyes widened . He hesitantly stepped closer and tapped her tresses covered face. Upon getting no response, without a second thought he picked her up in his arms. He didn't know what to do or where to go— wondering, why it was always him?
What if once she woke up she'd be sad he touched her? But isn't it the only way since she won't be able to walk in this state either.
And what if someone else misunderstood?
And what if—
The journey back home was a quick sprint of estimated time four minutes. Taehyung somehow unlocked the main door without dropping the lady in his arms. He stumbled inside and carefully placed her over the couch.
He sat down on the floor at the lack of energy which he spent in running and carrying her to his home. It wasn't that she was heavy, instead she might be the lightest female not only delicate in frame but also light in weight. It was him who was too weak to move things around as other males could normally do, let alone pick up a human.
He strolled to the kitchen to reheat last night's dinner after catching his breath. Living alone and having no one to cook for him he'd always cook in bulk the night before and the food would be useful as three meals of his next day. He looked over his shoulder to check up on her, seeing her passed out he only reheated for one person.
Life has always been full of ups and downs but to say that currently he felt as if he just won a lottery to amusement park's most dangerous ride— rollercoaster would be an understatement.
On surface Taehyung ate peacefully sitting across the lady, on the floor, watching her breath with a few sniffles here and there, making him wonder what was the cause.
But on inside, he couldn't help the questions revolving in his mind. The way the events played out for tonight were not something he had expected. A lady in his house? How will she react, once awake? What if police was called?
He took another bite of his kimchi fried rice, shutting out all his thoughts. He was already tired and last thing he wanted was his already over-crowded mind to add more stuff. His overthinking wasn't going to help him either way, rather be burden some.
Ever since he became aware of the world, Taehyung's been a very curious boy— to his surroundings and what was even beyond that met his eyes. He's always captured every moment in those two eyes of his, shining bright with excitement with anything unusual or new he used to see.
As years passed by many things changed but maybe his little curious self never died along with the humanity which may not have helped him thrive but it did a lot in making him live a better life.
In this world, people are merely zealous of each and everything. Yet this little man grew up to be polished and refined, whether speech or morals higher than many of his peers. Alas! What help was it at the end of the day? All that good did nothing but made him crush under the boots of the ones making their way, higher by climbing on heads like his.
After thinking for a while Taehyung covered her with thick blankets to provide her some warmth. He also closed all the windows and pulled the curtains to make sure no wind crossed across the living room.
He sat back in front of her wondering who she might be and what was she doing in such a place before. The gold shining on her delicate fingers and the satin dress that peaked out her thin blanket and thick comforters he covered her with, gave him a vague idea.
Though the question remained the same, 'Why?'
And just like that he didn't the know when he fell asleep with his chin in the palm of his hand, trying to solve the mystery in front of him. A damsel in distress or femme fatale, only time could tell.
Taehyung frowned at the cold softness against his rough palm. The sensation shuffling him back to reality. His drowsy gaze looked around trying to figure out how he ended up sleeping on the floor. The couch was empty and the comforters on the ground.
The weeping lady.
Where was—
"How much?" her delicate frame's demanding command was something he had not expected to encounter the first thing after he woke up after helping a lady.
Perhaps a thank you would've been appropriate.
"Huh!?..Uff—"
Taehyung puffed out all the breath in him at the sudden pounce on his back. He shuffled to push her away but his hands were tied.
"Shut up, you filth! Tell me how much you were paid for this! How much time have I left? When are they coming? Tell me. Tell me everything."
Taehyung winced below her as it seemed the lady misunderstood the whole scene and her whacking him with his encyclopedia repeatedly on his head didn't help his situation either.
He had guessed she might have runaway. But what was she talking about as if some goons were after her? Was she someone influential? But he'd never seen her before? Was helping her going to cost him something bad?
"W-what payment? Who is coming? Mam I am not able to understand—...ack—"
"Mam? You think its my first time?"
"W-what? First time? NO-..NO..NO..NO.. I never meant it like— ...." she huffed and another blow landed on the back of his head feeling smart for picking it up from the shelf near the couch. "Ah, please stop hitting me."
"You freaky pervert! I meant I've been kidnapped before. Don't think I am clueless. I already know you've called them and you—"
As she repeatedly hit the back of his head while muttering her rant it seemed to mute his light protests.
"Ge-...get.. off—" was all he could manage before his head bumped on the ground.
"I am an expert. I can kill—....oi?"
She looked down at the slump body. When realization dawned upon her she feared she harmed him. She was scared of him, yes. Thought he's a bad person, yes. But she never wanted to hurt him. All she wanted were answers, didn't she? What can she do if he was weak?
All those thoughts whirled in her head before she let go of him, throwing the encyclopedia across the room.
"Are we playing Rapunzel and Flynn? Humph!"
"Weak"
She mumbled before the sudden rush of adrenaline vanished and she fainted right next to him.
With great difficulty Taehyung managed to sit up straight with his hands still tied behind his back. His head ached with each moment, sighing in relief at the sight of the maiden laying in front of him— harmless.
But it seemed ever since he met her a new chapter of sort has begun. Chaos— the one thing he'd never experienced untill now was slowly creeping in, as if he himself invited it over the minute he decided to help this dangerous lady.
And as all good things must end, she shuffled on the floor. Unlike before, she was whimpering and shivering just like he had found her on the street last night.
Her adrenaline rush must be strong enough for her to knock him out by a book and keep him tied till now. Perhaps she fainted again, after loss of that short burst of energy.
Sighing he walked on his knees towards her, gasping when he glanced at the clock— and froze. 4 p.m. A sudden bolt of panic rushed through him.
His breath hitched, heart tightening as if coiled and crushed harshly. He accidently took a day off and now his years waited for promotion was at stake. The realization was enough to halt his steps. Defeated, he could only sit and stare at the abyss.
For four years, all Taehyung wished for was his promotion as a senior professor in the music department. He did everything he could— whether over-working himself day and night or filling in for most of the teachers without extra pay for it.
All those nights he skipped dinner, sometimes lunch and the other, his breakfast. He loved walking home to office and vice-versa. But it never meant he didn't want to travel in bus or be able to buy his own car.
Even the house he lived in wasn't his. Yes, yes it belonged to his grand father which was eventually passed down to him. But what about his zeal? His grit of making it all? No matter how big or small, but something he could proudly look at and say, 'I made it.'
At school, when he first joined everyone was pretty good but upon learning how his coat was the same throughout and never changed it five times a month— distances began. Except the students there was hardly someone respected or talked to him.
That was until he was needed for a fill in or if he was to be ordered around during school ceremonies and annual days. Yet he kept going.
His only wish? To be able to teach senior students how to play piano professionally. He gave up his dream of being a professional but believed that others, if given the chance, could thrive. But the elders in that position never really gave up and always picked at him, delaying his promotion.
After a long sigh, he raised his gaze.
But before he could sink further into regret, a faint sound pulled his attention back to the woman on the floor.
"You," she weakly pointed at him. "Have always been this weak?"
Her voice was thin and scratchy yet carried a hint of mockery, enough to take him aback. She clearly had neither strength nor the stamina, yet he couldn't understand how she still had the energy to be mean to him but didn't comment on it. He was too stunned to speak.
"Since when did you regain consciousness?" he mumbled
"Well I woke up with you. But guess what? I saw you coming closer and I waited....... waited for you to prove me right. But you didn't. For you to.... finally drop your good person act and hurt me...but you never did. Instead you looked at the clock and were sitting there as a defeated man for so long."
She shuffled and sat up with a bit of difficulty. She moved shakily with her breath uneven but tongue sharp as ever. But this time he didn't make the mistake of helping her.
He could see in her tired and hollow eyes, a shift, a subtle calmness surrounding her still. He sat in front feeling unsafe and unsure of her next move.
"So that means....you're willing to listen now?"
He gulped and let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding after she confirmed with a nod.
"I'm a pianist and also a teacher at the school near the hill, Rosetta Bliss. I teach middle school students but am soon gonna be promoted to senior' music department."
While talking about his promotion, uncertainty crawled from the back of his mind. The topic itself made him sick, cause maybe he won't get any to begin with. Talking about promotion to her felt more like a false consolation to himself. Each word tasted like chalk—dry, flat and unbelievable even to him.
Her eyes squinting as he spoke, sometimes too hazy for her to make anything out of them, yet he'll never know.
"Last night while walking back home and I found you—"
Those particular words momentarily brought her back to reality.
"Aha-...and thought you could kidnap me—"
Her accusatory tone faltered, something in his eyes conveyed— an exhaustion, even though the words made past through his lips.
Observing, it was the best she was at and with being good at observation skills. Reading people was like a game to her, her shield. She'd always used this to her advantage. Like a human chameleon, she just simply camouflaged her way through situations, blending in.
"Ok, continue" she shrugged weakly, wincing instantly at the unnecessary gesture she entertained them both with.
He sucked his teeth but continued anyway, having no desire to be taken down by a femme fatale, half his size crushing and whacking him with an encyclopedia again.
"And I didn't know what to do. First I thought I'll take you hospital or police station but realized if you wanted you could've gone there long before. Then I thought you must be on a runaway so I brought you to my home, to keep you safe.."
The last words didn't sound like a statement. They echoed back at him like a question he hadn't meant to ask.
He shifted in his place, hands still tied behind his back, on his knees. The way she was now amused by him seemed to scare him more than when she'd been hitting him with a book
His interactions with women had been few but all of them were either forced or super stressful for him. Hence, he had no idea what she was thinking.
"You are a big introvert aren't you?"
Blink.
Once, then twice.
Surely, he'd misheard.
"EXCUSE ME?"
She laughed weakly at his astonishment. He was still looking at her bewildered by her wildness. A soft rose shade bloomed on either of his face's side, the sight only amusing her more.
"Can you please untie me now? I'm harmless." he took his chance when he noticed she was still in a better mood and perhaps a bit dazed due to her previous state.
Knowing she couldn't move much and how difficult it must be for her to even sit in front of him, he again crawled and held her hands out for her.
Week later
Rei Pov:
"Have you never seen a girl eat before?"
I snarled at him, stuffing my mouth with the rice soup he had made for me. To which he only dropped his gaze and went back to correcting his sheets.
Apparently that day I had fainted just after I had untied his wrists. And was pneumonia-prone as I had been drenched in rain that night, so being sick I woke up yesterday.
I was so sick that, I quote, his words not mine 'I'd die in his house and then he'd be under custody for taking a life he never really took'.
One thing was sure by now, that this man was weak in his guts. But maybe I could use that to my advantage?
I can't go out even if I want to as I'm sick and right now his house is the only place where I can hide for now. Life's never been on such a dangerous roller-coaster before. And just then it took a sharp turn—
"So....who are you really?"
Five words were all it took for me to cough on my soup while he rushed to get me a glass of water. He rubbed my back as I coughed and sipped on water.
"Slowly, sip by sip—.."
He shut his mouth at my glare. Good, if it weren't for him...can't even blame him.
I set the glass aside and breath in softly. I can't runaway from this forever. He has to know who I am. I look up and found him already gazing down at me. Just not who I was.
"My name is Rei, Rei Sin. I'm Ro— "
"A model?"
"What?"
"I'm asking you, are you a model?"
"No Taehyung, I am—"
"Or perhaps an actress? But I'm sure not from our country I mean—"
I scowled, "Taehyung—no"
I crossed my arms and looked up at him with a done expression, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and gestured me to continue.
"Jesus!" I shook my head before continuing.
God, why does he have to be so pure and infuriating at the same time?
"I'm Romano Alex's betrothed. I didn't want to marry him so I ran away."
One second.
Two seconds, silence.
I nervously looked up at him, as expected he was too stunned to speak. Who won't be? Alex is the owner of his country's biggest manufacturing company ALANO.
And for one as simple as Taehyung, I might be the most stupid women he has ever met. One who left the man who was desired by all, just not me.
Author pov:
"...wow.."
Taking his time to digest the words thrown his way, he looked down at the once overly styled femme fatale, now disheveled in his shirt, which slipping off her one shoulder. The sight making him avert his gaze immediately.
Was she the to-be-bride of one of the richest man in his country?
For some reason he felt it would've been better to buy female clothes for her. She would've felt more comfort in it— but if someone had been watching from the other end of the room, they'd have said that it's all in his head. Or that instead of the girl, he himself is too shy.
He couldn't tell by the way she behaved when he had told her the nurse changed her clothes and since he lived alone and had recently gotten a new shirt stitched, he gave the nurse the new cloth.
However, since she wasn't well known in his area heck the country yet was betrothed to Alex, who exactly is she? What is she that hides behind her snarls and claws?
As much as his curiosity was considered in this matter, his interest lied nowhere near this ferocious little being. Though it was sure that she was a foreign lady.
The way she eyed the rice soup he gave her as if its the most abnormal thing to have while sick or the way her hair were a dirty blonde with honey eyes.
No, definitely not from his country. Maybe a precious daughter from another country. Or continent?
"Has someone ever told you before that you stare a lot?"
Her scowl brought him back to reality. Freaking Romano Alex's runaway fiance was in his house.
She sighed when he immediately averted his gaze at her pointing out his constant staring.
"Anyways..." her voice dropped soft as silk, as she lowered her lashes.
Taehyung gazed at her due to the sudden change in her tone. Her eyes felt the same as they had been when he had brought her home, dazed.
"Rei, are you fi—"
"Rei—"
Taehyung immediately held her by her shoulders, worrying she might fall sick again. It was only yesterday that she fully woke up after a rough week of intense fever. And if the nurse weren't Taehyung's grandma's friend's grand daughter, only heaven knew how he would've paid hospital bills.
"I-.. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded in response yet uncertain he never really left her side as she softly rubbed her head.
"Can I- .... please stay here for a while before I find somewhere else to— ah"
Bewildered and scared for her health he immediately agreed, steading her.
"O-ofcourse ofcourse, don't bother yourself by that. For now only focus on healing. Here, finish your soup. I'll be back.."
Rei pov:
Taehyung walked to the other side of the house with his phone but the distance was enough to keep his chats translucent to me.
"Hello, Rami-sii?"
I calmly sipped my soup from my bowl, listening. Not eavesdropping, its just that being sick I can't leave the dining table by myself. So, if he were being considerate, he should've stepped further away. Since he didn't, I can't stop the natural travelling of sound waves, now can I?
"Actually my sister had come un-announced. Can you please bring a few pairs of female clothing— ...oh, ok. Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank—... oh, must've ended it by accident." he muttered.
I never thought people here drank such a weird concoctions for healing. If I were back home, I would've been served with the best of the world— any dish I wished for, whether Thailand's chicken soup or Brazil's finest corns.
I slurped this bland food he gave me. Honestly, its not his fault. His house? Smaller than my room. The material of his clothes? Cheaper than my thin blanket— which, now that I think about it, I haven't seen since I woke up.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. 'Must've ended by accident'? Boy, the amount of "sorry" you used was enough to draw any female away.
Just as I thought he'd be—
Taehyung pov:
"Easy"
"Huh!? Did you say something?" I looked at Rei who was shocked as if she saw a ghost, shaking her head in denial.
I shrugged and went back to assessing the sheets. It's the last batch of this week and if I complete the correction process by tonight then the rest of the week will be easier and stress free for me.
As I went through the sheets, I couldn't help but wonder how absurd this was. A week has passed— the rain has stopped. Yet why do I feel like the storm she brought into my life was only beginning?
And as if on cue the door bell rang.
"Please stay here."
Without waiting for her remark I marched towards the door, taken back by surprise. There stood Ms. Rami with four bags of what looked like clothes I'd asked for.
"Oh, Ms. Rami. Welcome. Please come in—"
Before I could step aside to let her in, she shoved the bags into my arms.
"No need"
"Huh!?" I looked at her perplexed. At first I was surprised but also a glad that she came at once when I called for help but now she acted so firm.
"Isn't this your trick to call me to your home, since I won't talk to you anymore at school? Kim Taehyung, you are so cheap. I can't believe what they say about you at school is true—"
"WHAT? Its not what you think my sister is really here—"
Author Pov:
Taehyung couldn't help what was wrong with all the people around him. Ever since he's helped Rei, not only her but almost everyone around him is presuming and accusing him of things he's not done.
"Uh huh? If she is really your sister then why won't you buy clothes for her, yourself? huh?"
Taehyung's ears reddened in embarrassment. How could he go and buy females clothes?
"I—"
Rei on the other hand, who happened to hear all the commotion "accidently" let the soup bowl slip from her hold.
"B-brother?"
Both heads whipped in the direction of the vulnerable mewl. Rami, still glaring at Taehyung in disgust entered his home, pushing past him.
"Ack—"
Her eyes softened at the sight of sick Rei, Taehyung's shirt clearly too big for the poor maiden. She turned around, a sliver of guilt in her eyes. She shoved the bags to his chest.
"Next time, try to keep your personal life outside school, Kim Taehyung."
Ever since Rami was promoted to senior wing she distanced herself from Taehyung. It was not because of his financial status— she wasn't shallow like the others. The male professors in her department filled negative rumors about Kim in her head. She, out of respect, never bothered to confirm them rumors. Gradually, Taehyung only sank further in her gaze.
She turned to Glance at Rei for the last time, giving her a rather apologetic look. Rei gave a polite smile in return. The exchange too hard for him to digest. Weren't these two so rude to him before?
Taehyung blinked. Just seconds ago, Rami had looked ready to murder him. Now she was apologizing. The world was spinning too fast for him to keep up.
Rami had assumed that calling her over with his sister as an excuse was just another one of his disgusting tricks— like the professors had told her. But upon seeing the poor girl who looked so sick made her heart drop in her stomach.
She didn't show it but she felt disgusted by her own judgement and the only thing she could think of now was to rush out his house.
"Tell your sister not to pay me back. I know your salary isn't much."
Was all Rami said before taking her leave.
"Ooo, feisty. I like her." Rei teased, wriggling her eyebrows. "How did you even manage to get her?"
Taehyung dismissed with a sigh, shaking his head. "Just a colleague. We don't get along."
He placed the bags on the table and kneeled, picking up the empty soup bowl from the floor. He was internally thankful, knowing well Rei helped on purpose.
"Change into these after shower."
Rei pov:
I was honestly so amused by the free daily soap I witnessed when that 'Ms. Rami' had arrived and accused my poor 'brother'. As much it was fun watching but it soon turned sour when she started acting ahead of herself.
If he hadn't help me so much till now, I wouldn't have intervened. The look on her face was priceless and in return I could only provide her with a fake polite smile.
"Hey! Atleast a Thank you, Ms. Rei—"
When I turned to look at him he had already gone to the kitchen; probably to wash the dishes. Since its not my take on what he feels, I shrugged and picked out a decent red dress from one of those bags and made my way to his room.
He gave me his room to stay in as he only has one room in his home— as he should. I saw how he slept on the makeshift bed he managed to make in this small room at night.
With one last look at his back, I went upstairs.I hate it here but— its only the beginning, isn't it?
LETTERS TO THE TRANSIENT SKY | KTH — masterlist (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
pairing: Kim Taehyung x Rei (OC)
word count: approx. 30k–35k words (flexible; written organically)
format: novella | 5 chapters
genre: emotional tragedy | romantic drama | hurt/comfort | psychological intimacy | bittersweet romance | character-driven
platform note: originally written for Wattpad
POV: character-focused narrative
rating: Mature (18+ recommended)
contains: runaway!OC, gentle!Taehyung, introverted!Taehyung, wealthy!OC, forbidden romance, strangers-to-lovers, slow-burn romance, emotional intimacy, domestic moments, mutual devotion, loneliness, family pressure, forced arranged marriage, controlling family, emotional abuse, physical abuse, jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak, violence, grief, separation, psychological distress, suicide, death, ambiguous ending, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, found family, healing through music, letters, fleeting happiness, morally complicated characters, strong language, emotionally devastating themes, and a love story about two people who find each other only to discover that some happiness is never meant to last.
“Some people are only meant to pass through our lives like weather—leaving everything changed long after the sky has cleared.”
current wc: 13.1k+ (ongoing)
estimated final wc: 30k–35k+ (flexible)
date: 16/08/2026
Summary
Letters to the Transient Sky is a quiet journey through fleeting days,
hidden identities, and the fragile beauty of connection. Set in a modern city where past and present collide, it follows two mismatched souls- Rei, a runaway heiress hiding secrets deeper than anyone knows, and Kim Taehyung, a reserved young man whose solitude is interrupted the day he takes her in.
As days unfold, gentle moments become profound: laughter over bland rice, quiet trips to the zoo, the hush of dawn filtering through curtains. Yet shadows linger at the edges of their borrowed peace. A black car in the neighborhood. A face from Taehyung's past. And secrets that neither of them dares to speak aloud.
Letters to the Transient Sky is a story of finding light in the ordinary, of learning to exist together even when the world feels impermanent. It explores the tenderness of domestic life, the ache of longing, and the poetry hidden in the everyday.
Several other characters weave through their days, adding color,
tension, and meaning to this delicate tapestry of stolen time.
CHAPTERS
Chapter 1 — The Night of Rain (~5k–6k)
A lonely man finds a stranger unconscious beneath the rain and makes the smallest decision of his life—one that will quietly change everything.
Chapter 2 — Borrowed Days (~8k–10k)
For a girl who has spent her life being told where she belongs, freedom begins with the smallest things: a warm kitchen, an open door, and someone who never asks her to become anything other than herself.
Chapter 3 — The Collapse (~7k–10k)
They were given one perfect day before the world came looking for her. When it finally arrives, Taehyung learns how far a gentle man can go when the person he loves is being taken from him.
Chapter 4 — Letters to the Sky (~5k–6k)
Time moves forward, even when hearts do not. And somewhere beneath an endless sky, love learns how to survive in quieter forms.... until all that remains are the words it can no longer say, sent out as letters to the transient sky.
Chapter 5 — The Final Note (~4k–6k)
There are truths we spend our whole lives refusing to say. Sometimes they only come out when there is nothing left to lose—and sometimes the final note is meant to remain unresolved.
pairing: Park Jimin × reader
word count: approx. 1k
genre: after-hours | rain-soaked romance | intimacy | slow burn | yearning | midnight wandering
platform note: originally written for Wattpad
POV: second person (reader)
Rating: Mature
links: Mega- Masterlist ꨄ After Hours masterlist ꨄ wattpad
After a too-formal dinner and awkward oysters, Jimin keeps you walking through empty streets in borrowed moonlight and flickering lamps, tux damp and hand never far from yours.
Teasing turns into touch. Touch turns into confession without words. And at four in the morning—beneath pouring rain and held breath—everything you’ve both been waiting for finally finds its way to the surface.
Sometimes the best part of the night isn’t what was planned.
It’s what happens after.
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After Hours - 01
4 A.M. The Best of All
𝒜 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈.
"I missed you." he said sincerely, following her hot on her tail as she hopped in front of him. Leading them to the street vendor she said had the best hot dogs to offer at one third the price of the restaurant he took her to. The one where the moving oyster shells scared his love.
"Now, did you?" she twirled, giggling a little shy, smiling bright. What a beautiful sight! As they swayed their way down the street, shadows dancing under the flickering lamp lights, shining under the moonlight.
"Why not?" he frowned. He looked down at their attire, a black tuxedo and a white satin slit gown. Definitely not the best outfit to eat out at the street vendor's. But he'd comply with whatever she wants, shaking his head he looked up at her with an arched brow, waiting for her response.
She turned around facing him, walking backwards. Making him walk a bit faster in case she tripped or, worse, fell. Those heels she walked in did look promising for a disastrous fall. She scrolled through her call log.
"Don't see any calls at all," she shrugged in a rather fancy way, showing him the screen. Maybe it came from one of those overly sophisticated ladies who sat beside their table from the fancy restaurant he took her for their first date.
Sigh.
My bad.
Holding her wrist in a rather firm grip, he twirled her and pulled her into him, earning an innocent little gasp.
Open mouth kisses as his way to apologize, his lips covered the map—her skin from neck to behind her ear.
A soft peck on her earlobe.
Holding her gently yet tightening his hold slightly, feeling her wriggle, he knew on her even these simple kisses were too much.
"Did that make up for no calls?" he whispered rather sensually in her ear, biting softly at her earlobe.
She whimpered softly in his hold when he didn't let go instead further tightening his hold. Gulping softly at the whisper that almost felt like it wasn't him talking in her ear but a voice that came out from her own heart.
She nodded in a soft agreement, skin still tingling from the sweet torture a few seconds before.
He swore he could fall deeper every day the way she shied away from him yet craved him all the more.
He sighed, nuzzling his nose in her hair, taking in her soft caramel scent. Ears enjoying the soft music.
No.
Not from a radio, but from her small whines—that was all it was.
Something he could get used to, that was if she gave him the right. That anytime he would meet her eyes in future, his heart would say — mine.
With the wedding band that would sparkle on her heart finger sealing an agreement of the hearts lost in the depths of love.
Leaving her wrist slowly, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a soft embrace of love, protection and everything they had which words couldn't describe.
And as if on cue, got on work, the downpour.
Turning around slowly, she tiptoed, her eyes holding unspoken emotions—ones she knew she was incapable of voicing.
She cupped his face in a soft hold, small soft hands and big doe eyes difficult to be kept open under the heavy pour. But she knew that a man so devoted didn't deserve her silence for long.
Raindrops slid down his cheek, mixing with the warmth of her touch. The world blurred into the rhythm of the falling rain and their pounding hearts.
He held her waist tighter, pulling her closer. Her soft body flush against the well-built charmer, whom she had wrapped around her finger. Who waited day and night for a piece of bone from her as if Pavlov's experimental dog.
He could see in her eyes, she tried but the small hesitation was still there in the back of her mind.
He leaned closer.
She had done enough effort on her own, said her eyes. Eyes that pleaded his to cover the rest 'fore she pulled away like all those painful past times.
With a last gaze to make sure she was comfortable, he slowly pressed his lips on hers.
Both sighed in content, a union that took so much time.
Holding her waist tighter he lifted her off her feet, kissing her with passion that he had held back for years.
She returned the fervour with the same intensity, holding his face tighter she let him kiss her to his will.
Taking her soft gasp when he lifted her up as an opportunity, his tongue invaded her sweet cavern for the first time.
She squealed and whimpered in surprise while he groaned in satisfaction. Only he knew how long he had waited for his fantasy to come to life, chuckling softly when he felt her tongue try to move along his.
Stabilizing her by hugging her waist, still keeping her up, he guided her tongue to tangle his in a losing battle for her.
After a while, short on breath, they both pulled away, gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, now all drenched under the rain.
Her cheeks flushed, lips parted and eyes wide, clearly in pure shock from the way things happened. She held his shoulder tightly in order not to fall, though the way he hoisted her up against him with ease told her not to worry otherwise.
His gaze, though dark and intense, held the tenderness she had always seen—the gentle and careful way he had always been with her. She blinked when he put a loose strand behind her ear in a tender way.
"If this is how you'll make me atone for not calling you enough, I might as well stop calling you altogether," he muttered in a low, gravelly voice.
She slapped his bicep softly in a playful manner, his eyes glinting with amusement. Giggling, both of them shook their heads.
Putting her down, he held her hand in a soft grip, looking down at her. She smiled shyly, meeting his now soft gaze. Knowing she loved the rain, he let her lead him at her own pace.
Hi babies 🥹💗 okay so… I know some of you have been asking when KINTSUGI is dropping and i feel SO bad because I genuinely thought I would've had chapter one out by now 😭 but the past few weeks have been kind of a mess for me personally and I've just not really been in the headspace to write. I've opened the document approximately 700 times, stared at it, convinced myself I need to completely re-outline the entire story, and then closed it again LMFAOOO 😭😭
And college is literally starting tomorrow, so I'm also about to throw myself into a completely new routine and honestly I'm just trying to survive the transition right now 😭 but KINTSUGI is absolutely still happening. I haven't abandoned it or forgotten about it, I just don't want to force chapter one out when I know I won't be able to give it the love I want to give it. I don't have a release date yet because I don't want to make a promise and then disappear again, but I WILL let you guys know when I have one. 🫶🏻
BUTTTT I didn't want to come here just to say “sorry, no chapter” and then disappear again 👀 so I actually have a little something for you guys. while KINTSUGI is taking its sweet little time, I'm going to be cross-posting another one of my stories here — LETTERS TO A TRANSIENT SKY. ☁️ I've already written chapter one and chapter two is almost finished, so at least this time I'm not standing here like “hehe coming soon” with absolutely nothing in my hands LMFAOO 😭
It's a VERY different story from KINTSUGI, and honestly I'm kind of nervous to let you guys read this one because it's much shorter, darker and… yeah. I think it's going to hurt a little. 🥲 but I've been really excited about it and i figured if I'm going to be fighting for my life with college, I might as well bring you guys along with another story while KINTSUGI cooks.
So yeah. That's my little update 🥹 thank you for being excited about KINTSUGI, for asking about it, and for being patient with me. Genuinely, seeing someone ask “when is it dropping???” After I haven't even posted a chapter yet made me stare at my screen like GIRL IDK 😭😭 but it also made me ridiculously happy because apparently people are actually waiting for this thing LMAO.
LETTERS TO A TRANSIENT SKY coming soon. 🪽 (i will post the masterlist and chapter 1 today. After College TTTTTT)
and KINTSUGI… is still coming. I promise. ♡
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