I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗
This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol
yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️
honey bunny
pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader
category: smut, fluff
word count: 2.3k
rating: 21+
warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting
notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-
You don’t know if this is a good idea.
Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.
And today is the day.
Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.
Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.
However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.
As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?
He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.
The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–
"Jesus Christ."
You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.
“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.
He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”
Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”
"Thank you," you whisper.
His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.
“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.
“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.
A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"
You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."
Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."
You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.
It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”
Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”
A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.
“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.
“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”
You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.
That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.
“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”
Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.
“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”
“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”
“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”
Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."
While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.
You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.
“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.
You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”
“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”
You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”
You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.
He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.
“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.
“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.
“I know, baby.”
Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.
“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”
You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”
“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.
“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”
“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”
“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”
Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.
He melted your brain. He always does.
The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.
“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”
You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”
Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.
“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”
Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”
“U-Uh huh!”
He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–
You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.
You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.
What the hell?
“You’re awake.”
At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.
“What happened?” you quietly ask him.
His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”
Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"
“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”
You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”
“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"
You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”
A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”
You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”
“Really?” You peek at him.
“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”
“N-Next time?”
“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”
Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?
Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc
Warnings: HEAVY angst, mentions of human trafficking, violence, implied sexual assault, talking about past physical and emotional abuse, speaking about forced drug use, Taehyung (and Hoseok) being a dumb ass
Extra Warning:
There's implied sexual assault during this chapter as well as mentions of physical abuse--if anyone wants to skip this chapter, I'll give a summary of what happens later this week. If you do choose to read, please pay attention to the ❌ you will see. That's when the material of the story will be the most sensitive. When it is "safe" to read you will see ✅. Please note that a lot of this au involves Y/n understanding and dealing with her trauma. Please make your mental health a priority and engage with this media in a way that makes you feel most comfortable.
Word count: 6.7K
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Jungkook did as he was told, as usual. After catching a couple hours of shut eye, he rolled out of bed while it was still dark and drove over to your apartment. He'd been there once with Taehyung while you were at work and he was just able to find his way back, even in the dark. The eastern sky was just starting to lighten up when he parked in front of the building next to yours. He leaned his head back against the rest and fought the urge to close his eyes.
Luckily, he didn't have to wait long before you came out. He couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips when he saw you walk right past him carrying a duffle bag that looked as if it weighed as much as you did. Still, you didn't seem to be struggling under it. He waited a minute to let you get ahead down the street, before he flipped his car around and followed your direction. Two blocks away he saw you standing at a bus stop, bag on the ground and hands in the pockets of your acid wash skinny jeans. He didn't see a bus in sight, so he hung a left turn and circled the block before parking once again far enough down the street that he could see you without you noticing him. The sky continued to lighten its hues as he watched you.
Jungkook could see why Taehyung was initially attracted to you. You were clearly pretty with your tan skin that was a bit darker than Taehyung's own shade of sun kissed California tan. You released your hair from its bun and it fell in soft, dark waves down your back. As you combed your fingers through the strands, he found himself wondering what it would be like to have his hands in your hair, and he felt himself twitch in his pants before he stopped himself from following that path. He had to focus. You held yourself differently now from how you did the times he'd seen you before last night. You couldn't have gotten much sleep if any, yet you looked entirely alert. Sure, you weren't aware of him, but you seemed entirely aware of your surroundings otherwise. Your posture was ready for anything, and it spoke of an untold strength that wasn't apparent at first glance. He was sure now that you were much stronger than you looked. That would explain how you took down that "fucking monster" —Hoseok's words—last night.
Ten minutes later, a bus came down the street from behind him and pulled to a stop up the block where you were waiting. Jungkook watched as you hoisted up your bag and stepped into the bus. When the bus moved on he let several cars pass between them before he pulled out to follow it. A bus wasn't hard to keep track of, but it would be suspicious to stay too close, so he tried to keep his distance. Eventually, you got off across the street from the greyhound station, and Jungkook parked the car once again.
The sun had come up over the horizon by then and it was already starting to heat up. The station wasn't too busy this early in the morning. Jungkook watched you walk inside, hoping you'd pick a bus that would leave soon so he could go home and sleep. His hopes were satisfied when you came out on the terminal side a few minutes later. You dropped your bag to the ground at the last terminal closest to him and shifted anxiously on your feet, periodically looking around you or down at the ticket clutched tight in your hands.
Jungkook looked up the bus schedule on his phone to check the details and called Namjoon, who answered after two rings.
"Anything?"
"She's doing what you said. She's at the station waiting for a bus to Phoenix. Should be here any minute," Jungkook informed his boss.
There was an audible sigh on the other end and Jungkook thought it almost sounded like relief. "Good. Stay there until she goes, just to be sure."
"Why do you care so much that she goes?" Jungkook wondered.
"She said she would go, and I think it's for the best, for Taehyung, for us, and for her, too. She said some things last night…it's best if she's out of LA, trust me."
"Sure, Joon."
"Thanks, Jungkook."
"Yeah, I just do-"
"Jungkook?" Namjoon asked after the man on the other end went silent for too long.
"Something's happening," Jungkook mumbles.
"What is it?"
"A black escalade just pulled up to the terminal and some huge mother fucker got out. He's talking to Val."
"What is she doing?"
"She doesn't look happy to see him, that's for sure."
"Are they talking?"
Jungkook chuckled. "She's definitely mouthing off to him."
"So not a friend?"
"I'm pretty sure he just showed her his gun. Shut her up. And now she's walking to his car."
"Damn."
"What's going on, Joon?"
"Can you tell me anything about the guy?"
Jungkook squinted to try to catch any details as the man escorted you back to his vehicle. "Mexican, I think. Big as a fucking tank. Didn't know they made Armani suits that big."
"Damn,” Namjoon said again, harsher this time.
"You got any ideas?"
"Yeah. You think they looked friendly at all?" Namjoon wondered.
"Definitely not. Especially not how he just shoved her inside the car."
"I need you to follow them, Jungkook. You think you can do that?"
"Yeah I'm on it."
"Keep your distance, though. This could get dangerous."
Jungkook smirked. "Dangerous is my middle name."
"That's not encouraging, Kookie. Just keep track of them and call me in a bit."
Jungkook sighed as he started to follow the large SUV with dark tinted windows. As they traveled further west, he was glad he'd filled the tank up this morning before he went after you. It wasn't easy to follow them and remain inconspicuous while they wove through traffic at 90 miles an hour, but Jungkook managed to keep up. Just where the hell were they taking you? Finally, he called Namjoon after he'd followed the escalade off the I-10.
"Where are you?" The leader asked without a greeting.
"I'm in fucking Malibu."
"Damn. Have they stopped?"
"No, but- god damn it!" Jungkook pulled over and stopped the car, smacking his hand against the steering wheel.
"What happened?"
"They just drove into a gated community. Where the fuck are they taking her?" Jungkook could see the big mansions beyond the wall, but there was no way to get to them, and it caused a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Alright. Come home, babe. I don't wanna risk you out there."
"What do you mean, hyung? What's going on? Who has her?"
Namjoon sighed tiredly on the other end. "It's La familia, and I think they're taking her to Joaquin Moreno's house."
"What the fuck? Why? And how do you know?"
"She told me last night that she…was familiar with them, in the past. That's why she was running, but she didn't run fast enough."
Jungkook didn't know why anxiety was bubbling in his chest for a girl he didn't even know, but he couldn't keep it down and it showed in his voice when he spoke. "That guy's a fucking psycho, hyung. We can't leave her there."
"Look, I know. But there's nothing we can do right now. Just come home."
"Has Taehyung come back yet?"
Namjoon sighed again. "He just pulled up."
"He's gonna be fucking pissed."
"That's an understatement. Look, I'm not telling him anything right now."
Jungkook nodded to himself. "Good call. I'm gonna go back to her place and see if she makes it home tonight."
"Jungkook, you don't have to do that."
"Yeah, but you kinda want me to, don't you?"
There was a pause as the leader hesitated on the other end. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead. Thanks."
Jungkook couldn't help a smirk. "There's something about her, huh?"
Namjoon breathed a laugh. "Yeah. I'm glad you see it too."
"Yeah. We're all totally fucked now," Jungkook chuckled.
"Be careful out there," Namjoon warned, his words heavy with affection.
"Dont worry about me, Joonie. Good luck with Tae."
Jungkook hung up the call and shifted the car into gear. If he was going to spend all day waiting for you, he was going to need some food.
The front door of the mansion slammed shut, rattling some of the fixtures on the walls.
"She fucking left, hyung! Can you believe that? She just fucking left me sleeping. Not even a goodbye!" Taehyung shouted, walking straight into Namjoon's office just as he was hanging up his phone call with Jungkook.
"What's that?" Seokjin looked pointedly at the teddy bear hanging from Taehyung's left hand.
"A goddamn parting gift, I guess." The younger man tossed the stuffed toy to the floor like he didn't care, but his eyes lingered on it. He looked back up at the other two men, who looked between him and the plushie. After an awkward moment he bent down to pick it up again. "If I could get her back, I'd fucking kill her for leaving me," Taehyung muttered as he brushed it off.
Namjoon put his hands in his pockets with an annoyed sigh, "I'm sure she had a good reason for leaving."
"Why? Why are you taking her side?" Taehyung held back.
"I'm not. But I saw her last night and she was scared. Maybe she had no other choice."
"No other choice? She had me. I can protect her. Now that she knows everything, I can do anything to protect her." He raked a shaking hand through his disheveled hair. He looked like shit after his clothes spent all night on your floor and after getting barely any sleep. His red eyes shot up to stare at his leader, the man he knew as his own brother since they'd been raised together after the death of Taehyung's parents. "Do you know where she went? You talked to her last night. Did she tell you where she's going?"
"She didn't say. She just said she had to go, and that you shouldn't stop her." It wasn't easy to lie to Taehyung, but Namjoon didn't want to find out what he would do if he knew where you were now.
"So you knew she was going to leave me and you didn't even tell me?" Taehyung's tired features twisted with betrayal.
"Tae, what was I supposed to do? If she wants to leave, that's her choice. You'll have to accept it."
"It's alright, Taehyung-ah. More fish in the sea, right?" Seokjin tried to calm him down.
"I'll find her." Taehyung turned, determined, even if he knew he'd already lost too much time. He dug his hand in his pockets for his keys.
"No. You won't. Go upstairs and take a shower. Spend the day in. Get some rest. I don't need you out on the streets getting reckless right now." Namjoon's voice was firm, but it only fueled his rage.
"You may be in charge of this organization, hyung-nim, but you don't control me," Taehyung answered through gritted teeth.
Namjoon leveled the younger man with a stare that had helped him gain his reputation as a fearsome ganglord. "I told you to tell her what was going on weeks ago, especially with all this going on with the triads, so that you could keep her safe. You didn't, and she got caught in the middle. And now Zhang and his men are dead too. So right now, Seokjin and I have to go do some damage control. And I need you to keep your ass in this house and not cause anymore fucking problems right now. Got it?"
Taehyung couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't get him into trouble, so he just grumbled under his breath and walked away to his room.
It had still been pretty early in the morning when Jungkook left Malibu with a pit in his stomach. Around 2pm he started to regret his decision to wait at your place to see if they'd bring you back. What if they kept you? What if they'd already killed you? He should have stayed. He was lost in thought when a car pulled up next to him and the door opened to let someone out, so he was surprised when he saw it was Hoseok knocking on the glass of the passenger side door. He quickly got in after Jungkook unlocked it. Whoever had dropped him off was already gone.
"What are you doing here?" Jungkook mumbled.
"I was with the boss and Seokjin for a meeting, but I wanted to keep you company." Hoseok slipped an energy drink into the cup holder. "Nothing yet?"
"Nada," Jungkook replied with an ironic smile before he cracked the can open with a satisfying pop.
"Can you believe this? We've managed to avoid La familia for all these years and now we're getting wrapped up, all because of Taehyung."
"We're not wrapped up." Jungkook didn't look at his hyung while he talked, eyes scanning the streets.
"Yeah, then what are you doing here?" Hoseok gave him a suspicious look, but the younger man ignored it.
"I just wanna see if she comes back alive, that's all."
"And if she doesn't?"
"I don't know."
"And if she does?"
"I don't know, man! But Namjoon is suspicious and-"
"And you just wanna see her again," Hoseok smirked.
Jungkook pushed his head back against the rest. "It's not like that!"
"No, I get it. Really. Val's fucking nuts and that's hot. Crazy girls always have the best sex. But they're nothing but trouble and we've got enough of that." Hoseok helped himself to some of Jungkook's chips he'd been munching on to keep himself awake. "But you know, if she comes back, she's still Taehyung's girl."
"Shut up."
"I'm just saying, man! Don't set your eyes on her, cause-"
"No. Shut up. That's their escalade," Jungkook informed him, nodding to the large vehicle that had stopped in front of Yn's apartment building.
For a moment nothing happened. Then quickly the car door opened and Val tumbled out. A second later her duffle bag was thrown in the ground at her feet. Then the door closed again and idled there. She gave her middle finger to whoever was inside and then scooped up her bag before going toward the gate. Once she made it past the entrance, the driver of the SUV floored it and sped down the road, tires screeching.
"Well, she's alive. You ready to go home or you wanna shoot your shot?" Hoseok asked around a mouthful of chips.
Jungkook glared at his hyung from the corner of his eye. "Did you really come here just to bust my balls?"
"Pretty much." Hoseok grinned childishly.
"Where did she go?" Jungkook looked frantically around. There was no way you could be inside already, but you were nowhere to be seen. His pulse quickened as Hoseok began looking closely, too. Both men jumped, simultaneously reaching for their weapons when you opened the rear door behind Hoseok and threw your bag inside. You climbed in after it and shut the door loudly, both men looking at you with wide eyes and raised guns.
"Take me to Kim Namjoon."
"What happened? Is she-" Namjoon stopped short when he caught sight of you walking into his living room once again.
"I'm alive, for now," you grumbled, coming to a stop a few feet from him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Val?" Taehyung's voice cut through to you, and you couldn't stop yourself from turning to him, as much as you didn't want to. Whatever had happened since you left him in the morning, your feelings toward him hadn't changed. If anything you felt farther from him than ever. Less capable of loving him. Nevertheless, he wrapped you up in his arms and whispered into your hair. "You came back."
You sighed and pushed gently against his chest to get him to let you go. "Tae, this isn't why I came back." You turned back to the leader, who rephrased his question.
"Why are you here?"
"Great question. I should be pulling into Phoenix right about now, but instead I'm still in Los Angeles because of that hijo de puta, Joaquin."
Jungkook and Hoseok chuckled behind you. They couldn't seem to get enough of your ranting and cursing in Spanish. "What happened?"
"Every time I try to leave this goddamn city he finds out and pulls some shit to keep me here. Like my freedom is some kind of sick game to him."
"Who the fuck is Joaquin?" Taehyung interjected suspiciously.
"Joaquin Moreno," Namjoon replied.
"The Joaquin Moreno?" Taehyung's jaw dropped to the floor before he closed it and swallowed hard.
"Yeah. So I'm going to need Bangtan's protection, because this time, he's not going to let me go."
Taehyung raised his eyebrows at you. "What do you mean 'this time'?"
But you ignored him for the moment and focused on Namjoon. "Joaquin's new mission is to come after your organization. But he's only doing it to control me. So I say, we team up and get rid of him instead."
Namjoon put his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down. "How can I know this isn't a trick?"
"I told you," you gritted out quietly.
"You suggested. But you also didn't follow through on what you said you would do and you spent the day with your supposed enemy, so how can I trust you?"
You hadn't seen them come in, but all the members of the inner circle of Bangtan were in the room now, and while they watched on with confused eyes they had you surrounded and you could feel their defenses tightening. You held up your hands in surrender.
"You wanna check me for a wire, boss daddy?" You smirked.
Namjoon returned a tilted smile before he nodded. "Taehyung."
His subordinate made a meal of patting down your body, and you tried your best not to let the way you cringed show through. When he was done, he smacked your ass and you threw him a glare.
"She's clean."
"Look, I have nothing to prove that I'm on your side except for the fact that I hate him more than anyone on the planet and all I want is to see him dead."
"What do you have against the leader of La Familia?" Jimin asked from behind you. You turned to glance at him and sighed.
"Can someone get a girl a drink?" You asked as you walked over to one of the dark leather arm chairs and sat down.
Jungkook snorted. "Have you even had anything to eat today?"
You shot him a sharp look as well. "Mind your own business, stalker." The youngest rolled his eyes. Jimin handed you a glass of brown liquid and sat beside you with his body facing you, cheek against his palm in rapt attention. You took a drink, swallowing the burn before you looked up at the seven sets of curious eyes.
"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. My father worked for a cartel in Veracruz. As gangsters go, he was pretty much as bad as they come. He was the guy you called when you wanted someone to disappear. When I was fifteen, there was a job that he refused to complete, some kid he was supposed to kill and for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even when the cartel came for me and threatened to take my life, he wouldn't follow through. In the end, my father was killed and the cartel sold me to a man who worked for La Familia. He was just the first in a long chain of men who moved people, mostly women, from central America into the port of Los Angeles. And that was where I first met Joaquin and his father."
❌ ❌ ❌
The shipping container allowed in just enough light to tell the difference between night and day. The wreaking air was stifling, until finally the door opened.
"Twenty-five women, as promised," the loathsome man who had brought you here informed the boss. "Was almost twenty-four," he mumbled.
"Why?" You couldn't see the man's face, but his voice was one of a man who always got answers to his questions. You didn't need to see him to know he was in charge.
"This one's a runner," the first man replied, and you knew he was clearly pointing at you. You stood at the head of the pack, the rest of the terrified women standing behind you. It wasn't that you weren't terrified. You were just unwilling to give up until you got away.
You survive, no matter what, your fathers words echoed in your head.
"Bring her here."
The large man who had so enjoyed beating you each time you attempted to escape came forward to grab you by the arm. You struggled against his grip, but back then you weren't so strong and he dragged you out of the container to throw you on the ground in front of the boss. You scrambled to your feet and moved away from him. Now in the lights of the dock you could see the man and all his subordinates standing with guns. There was nowhere for you to go but back in the container. The boss approached you and grabbed you by the jaw.
"Huh. She could be pretty, if she wasn't so filthy," a man behind him commented.
You turned your hate-filled eyes on the one who spoke. He was tall and fit, and truthfully quite handsome, but even from where you stood, you could see the madness in his eyes. You began to wriggle free, jerking your face away from the older man, only for him to grab you by the throat.
"You see that? The will to live? You can't teach that. And you can't destroy it, either. You can only train it. Channel it." The man pulled you closer to him.
"She won't do for the whorehouse," the younger man said.
The elder looked over his shoulder. "You want her, mijo?"
The younger shrugged nonchalantly, but it was clear he was already obsessed with you. "Might be able to do something with her."
"The only thing this one will ever do is fight," the boss told him.
"Perfect."
"Hm." The boss grunted and pushed you toward his son as if you were nothing. "Get the rest out of here."
Joaquin—you would soon learn his name—caught you by your arms and held you up. His hands went to your face. There was an already fading bruise over your left eye from a beating you received a week earlier, and he hummed as he traced his thumb over it. "Let's see what fun we can have, princesa."
"The night I arrived on the docks Joaquin took me home to his mansion and made me his personal plaything. For three months, I did nothing but try to escape, only to be dragged before him each time and punished. One night he beat me nearly to death, and I knew I'd never get free if I wasted my energy like that. I needed to be stronger, not half dead. And so when he decided to groom me to be a fighter, I let him."
"The scars," Taehyung said quietly. He sat across the room, directly in front of you, and you met his eyes for a second before you looked away.
"Joaquin had me take steroids. I trained half the day until I was ready to fight. Among their many illegal businesses, La familia runs an underground boxing ring, and for nearly four years I ruled it."
Jungkook scoffed. "Are we supposed to believe this?" You glared at him, but Namjoon stepped in.
"Let her finish." You took another drink and continued.
"For five years, I was Joaquin's property. I was his fighter, his whore, his thief. All I could do was bide my time until I could escape, but I was watched constantly. When his father died, I knew things would change. Joaquin's a psychopath, and I didn't want to stick around anymore to see how far he would take things as a leader. I asked him if I could fight for my freedom, and he reluctantly agreed. He got the biggest guy you can imagine to beat the shit out of me in a prize fight. I almost died, but I was the one who survived, and he had no choice but to let me leave." You drained your cup and looked down at the empty glass. "It was a lie though. He's had his eyes on me for the last two years, and anytime I've tried to leave LA he had his men catch me and put me right back in my place. And the only way I'll ever be truly free is if he dies."
"And why should this have anything to do with us?" Namjoon finally asked, sitting back in his chair and brushing imaginary dust off his slacks.
✅✅✅
You sighed and set your empty glass on the end table. "This morning his goons picked me up at the bus station and took me to his mansion." Your eyes traveled over Jungkook and he shifted uncomfortably. "Among lots of other gross things, he said if I helped him cut into your counterfeit operations then he would finally let me leave LA, and if I don't help him then he's going to make me his prisoner again."
"So why are you here? Why ask for our help instead of helping him?" Seokjin wondered.
"Because he's a fucking liar, and as I said, he'll never let me go. So I want you to help me kill him instead, and then we can go our separate ways."
Namjoon shook his head. "We can't just kill a rival gang leader, especially not one as well connected as Moreno. It would be the end of Bangtan when they retaliate."
"I know that. But I don't need you to kill him. I just need you to help me to get in a position to do it myself."
"You were with him today. You were alone with him? Why not try then? How could we even help?" Jungkook asked.
"It's not that simple. I need time. I'm not strong enough right now," your voice weakened with your admission, feeling disgusted by all the ways he had proved that to you earlier.
"I thought you said I couldn't protect you. So why are you asking now?" Taehyung interjected, throwing your words back at you.
"Because you can't. Once he's dead I'll be on the run for the rest of my life," you responded as if it were obvious.
"Then what's the point of killing him?" Hoseok asked, analyzing you with arms crossed over his chest.
"Because someone needs to kill that bastard."
"Surely lots of people have tried. What makes you think you can succeed?" Namjoon pushed. "You're just a little girl."
"Because he deserves to rot in hell for what he's done to me! I won't let him have me again!" You exploded at him, and the room fell completely silent as their eyes stayed fixed on you. The only movement was the agitated rise and fall of your chest as you tried and failed to breathe steadily.
"We'll do it," Namjoon agreed, breaking the tense silence. "We'll protect you until Moreno is dead."
You sighed, letting yourself deflate and pushing aside the embarrassment you felt for your outburst. Normally, you tried so hard to hold on to your emotions, to keep them simmering beneath the surface. Fighting with Taehyung was different. An activity. True anger and heartbreak were things you only let out when you were alone because letting anyone see them would reveal your weakness, but that had seemed to be the thing that convinced Namjoon of your sincerity. Now that he agreed, you put the wall back up.
"Thank you," you said coldly.
"Do you have a plan?" The leader got to his feet and you followed suit.
"Not yet. It's been…a hectic day. But we should find a way to turn his plans against him. I think his ultimate goal is to hurt the Chinese by exploiting your fued with them."
"Why does he care about the triads?" Jungkook wondered.
"The Mexicans and the Chinese have been fighting over pieces of California for over a century. It's just what they do," you shrugged.
"We can work it out later," Namjoon interrupted. "We should be smart with our plans. For now though, as you said, it's been a hectic day, and you should rest." The leader looked down at you and you almost thought there was genuine concern in his eyes. You glimpsed a similar look in them the night before when you first revealed your past to him. "Doc."
The pale man nodded. "Cmon," he invited as he started toward the kitchen but stopped when he saw you weren't moving.
"It's okay. Jungkook can take me home. I have work tonight, since I'm staying." You looked hesitantly at Jungkook.
"No." The short word left Namjoon's lips with authority that even you couldn't question. "You'll stay here from now on. If we're going to protect you, we're going to do it right. Otherwise Moreno could grab you at any moment." There's a pause while he gives you another of his appraising looks. "There's a spare bedroom upstairs you can stay in."
"She can stay with me," Taehyung offered instead. You turned your eyes on him harshly.
"The spare room will be fine." You could see the anger bubbling in your ex boyfriend immediately. He was about to open his mouth but Yoongi stepped in.
"Fight about it later. You should eat something now, Y/N."
You flinched at the name and it didn't go unnoticed by the others. You cleared your throat. "If you could keep calling me Val, I'd appreciate it. Y/N is…someone else."
Yoongi nodded understandingly. "Cmon, Val."
After you ate the sandwich Yoongi made, he showed you to the room Namjoon said could be yours. Jungkook had already taken your bag from the car and left it there for you. And for the rest of the evening you were left to your own devices. Without venturing out from the suite that was larger than your whole apartment, you could sense that the house was mostly empty. The members of Bangtan must be out for the night, participating in various nefarious activities. You tried to make yourself comfortable in the new space, but the events of the day kept you ill at ease, so you decided to draw yourself a hot bath in the gigantic tub in the ensuite bathroom.
❌ 8am, Malibu ❌
You knew if you didn't want to end up a dead girl at the greyhound station then you'd better get in the car with that big mother fucker. Neither he, nor the driver, nor the third man in the car said much as you sped down the I-10 toward Malibu, but you didn't need them to tell you where you were going. You wondered if Jungkook was still following you, but you weren't dumb enough to look behind you to see.
You were led into Joaquin's modern style mansion. Most of the exterior walls that faced the ocean were entirely glass. An odd choice for someone who knowingly conducted illegal business at home, but the beach down below was private and he clearly wasn't bothered. It was quiet in the large open living room and it would have been nice to enjoy the view of the ocean, but you were taken straight to his office.
"The place hasn't changed at all," you remarked as you stood in the familiar room.
"Did you miss it here?" Joaquin asked with a smug smile that made your stomach turn.
"Like one misses a leech."
"Don't lie, Y/N. You must miss me a little, miss what we had together, since you called me last night," he slowly walked closer to you, "when you were in distress."
"I was angry, not distressed," you corrected.
"Yes, and you accused me of putting you in danger, when you know I would never." He stopped in front of you and looked down his nose at you. "But you've learned the truth now, haven't you? About your new lover?"
You tensed, and of course he noticed, but he switched tracks. "You know, I've been wanting to tell you for months that I love your body now." As he spoke he placed his hands on your hips and reached down to grope your ass. Instantly you raised your hands to his chest to push him off of you, but he pulled you closer and purred in your ear. "You aren't strong enough to fight me off anymore, princesa. And I used to love your strong, firm body. You know that. But this curvier, softer body of yours, well I've been wanting to feel it for a long time."
Your blood ran cold and you could feel yourself become paralyzed, but you fought it off and with it you gave him one last push.
"Still the fighter, I see." Joaquin grinned with satisfaction as he caught himself.
"I will always fight you. You know that," you growled at him.
"Not always,” Joaquin corrected. “But lately it seems it’s your favorite game."
"Is that what this is? A game to you? My life, my freedom is just sport?"
Joaquin laughed. "Yes, Y/N! Exactly that! You get exactly as much freedom as I give you. I let you out of your cage, but you remain in my city, and you cannot leave without my permission."
You groaned. "I'm sick of this, Joaquin. Why must we do this? Why don't you just let me go."
Joaquin tisked at you. "Because you belong to me, princesa. Just as you always have and you know it." His words turned your stomach to lead. "But this time, I have a way for you to earn your freedom for real. If you help me with this one thing, I will let you leave LA and never return."
You looked him up and down suspiciously. You knew better than to trust a word he said. He would never let you go free, not really. Still you played his game. "What is it?"
Joaquin smiled and walked around his desk. "Do you know how the Koreans make their fortune?"
You had a sense of deja vu. Except this time you genuinely had no idea. "Of course not. I only found out about them last night and I didn't exactly ask for the rundown."
"But you did meet their leader, Kim Namjoon, did you not?" He sat down in his chair and waved someone in to bring him a drink.
You swallowed without knowing exactly why he was making you so nervous simply by mentioning the man's name. "Yes, I did."
Joaquin clasped his hands together and sucked in a breath. "I've never met the man, but I imagine he must be a superior son of a bitch, no?"
You shrugged. That hadn't been your impression but you weren't really thinking about it at the time.
"Anyway, the Koreans think they're something else. They deal in drugs, as we all do. But more importantly, they deal mostly in counterfeit goods and stolen goods on the antiquities market. They compete mostly with the Chinese, but I would like to push them out of LA."
You furrowed your brow at him. "Why? Why do the Chinese a favor? It doesn't seem like the Koreans are interfering with you in any way."
"Does it matter to you why? All you have to do is help me take over their counterfeit operations and when it's done you can escape to whichever corner of the world you choose." He gestured widely with a flutter of his fingers.
"Why do you need me? How can I help? I'm not involved with them." Hell, you were trying to run as fast and as far as you could.
"Yes, but you will be. You can do it perfectly. All you have to do is run back to your little boyfriend and ask for his protection. Get close to them, learn about their business and report back to me. You know the routine."
"But I've broken up with Taehyung. I can't go back now," you explained.
"Nonsense. From what Mariana has told me, he's crazy about you." He gave you a dark and conspiratorial look. "I'm sure he'll be glad to take you back into his bed. He seemed to enjoy it so much before." The lecherous tone in his voice made your skin crawl.
"You've had my roommate watching me," you surmised.
"All along, princesa. I know everything." He walked around the desk to stand in front of you once more. "Including how much you want to be free," he mocked.
"And if I won't whore myself out for your mission?"
"Then you'll stay here with me, baby." He locked eyes with you and you stared each other down for a long moment. It wasn't a hard choice to make, though. Anything was better than staying with him.
"I'll do it."
"Of course you will!" He cheered. "Now, someone, bring me some champaign, and then leave us alone. My princesa and I need to celebrate our reunion like old times." He came ever closer to you, stroking your cheek with his hand.
"Joaquin, no. Send me back!" You pleaded more than you would have liked.
"I will. Don't worry. But not until you remember exactly who it is you belong to." He grabbed you by your throat and pulled you closer. "Now, didn't you miss me?"
"Let me go!" You tried to break his hold but you couldn't.
"Oh, I never did like it when you begged," he sneered as he squeezed and started to cut off your oxygen.
✅ Beverly hills, 7pm ✅
The bath had gone cold while you suffered in your memories. You splashed your face with water to clear away the silent tears you'd cried. Then you got out and wrapped yourself in the softest towel in existence. Quickly, you dried off and got into a warm set of sweats for pajamas. The a/c in the mansion was strong and you were cold in spite of the August heat, not like in your sweltering little apartment. Or maybe it was just the shock of the day. You tried to close your eyes and push aside all thoughts, and you'd almost fallen asleep when you felt the bed dip beside you. Instantly you shot up, but someone dragged you back down.
"It's just me, Val." Taehyung spoke to you in the dark. With your mind suddenly awake you could smell the alcohol on his breath, but you could tell by his speech that he wasn't drunk yet. You knew what that sounded like on him. "I'm sorry if I woke you. But I don't know how you expect me to stand sleeping down the hall from you and not with you. I need you, baby." He pulled your body close to him and kissed your temple.
"Taehyung, you can't do this. I need some space," you whispered back, trying to push him off of you. "Please," you whimpered.
To your relief he backed off a bit. "I don't understand why you came back if you don't want to be with me," he moaned pathetically.
"I'm not the person you think I am, Taehyung," you replied coldly.
"You keep saying that. I heard your story today. I understand that you have a dark past but-"
"No, Tae. You weren't listening. I came back because I'll do anything to survive. Anything to escape. I didn't come back because I love you. I came because I had to. And if you don't start accepting that I'm only going to have to keep hurting you. I can't love you. I don't have that luxury."
A whimper caught in his throat and he stayed very still for a moment. "Let me stay. Just for tonight," he begged.
"No. I told you, I need space. I've had an awful day and the thought of your hands on me makes my skin crawl. Leave." Your words were harsh. And perhaps he didn't deserve them. But it got him to leave in a huff, slamming the door to your room on the way out.
notes/comments: Since my exam season has just ended but we haven’t received our scores yet, here’s a little thing I thought up while stressing out over my results. (Also I got a little carried away with Tae’s hahaha...)
Your eyes glazed over the paper in disbelief. A fail? How was that possible, you had studied so much. You clutched the paper to your chest and blindly headed back home, to the shared apartment with your boyfriend.
🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺
Namjoon:
Namjoon looked at the paper before pulling you into his chest.
“Do you want to come out with me? Let’s go for a bike ride.”
You nodded and he looked down at you with a smile.
“Let’s take the route along the Han River, okay?”
You smiled back at him and headed out.
Namjoon usually took the lead, but this time he decided to follow you. You biked until your legs felt like giving out, and slowed to a stop near a bungeoppang (fish bread) stall. After buying your snacks, you both enjoyed the view of the Han River.
“Feeling better now?”
“Much better.”
You snuck a glace and Namjoon’s unfinished bungeoppang and he caught your stare.
“Would you like a bite?” He asked, while holding it out towards you.
You just answered by taking a huge bite, making him laugh and give you a hug.
Jin:
Jin carefully removed the crumpled up paper from your hands before reading from it. You felt the weight shift from the bed as he got up and left the room. A bit confused by his behavior, you wanted to follow him but decided against it.
After a while, the aroma of your favorite slowly crept into your room. Realizing what Jin was up to, you headed out and found him setting the table.
“I thought I’d find a to cheer you up.”
Your eyes started burning again but Jin didn’t give you the chance to let the tears fall. He quickly scooped you up and set you on the kitchen counter, tickling you.
“Hey that’s not fair,” you pouted.
Jin just laughed before turning the gas off the stove. He helped you off the counter and lead you back to the dining table, before scooping up a large serving into you plate.
“Jin, I love you so much.”
Yoongi:
Yoongi kneeled down in front of you as you wordlessly handled him the paper in your hands. He gently rubbed your knee as he looked over the red markings on the paper, before taking a seat next to you.
“Hey, it’s only one grade, the rest of your grades were good right?”
“But this was a huge part of my final grade.”
“It’s okay, one number in the grade book doesn’t really matter. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“The worst that can happen is I’ll fail this course...”
Tears started welling up in your eyes again as Yoongi quickly realized that his attempt to comfort you wasn’t working.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out. But you don’t know your final grade yet right? And this test might outweigh one assignment but it doesn’t outweigh all of the assignments you’ve submitted this semester. So don’t worry too much about your final grade.”
You nodded as he spoke, your mind clearing as you realized what he said made sense.
Hobi:
Hobi enters the room quietly and takes a seat next to you. After you didn’t react to his presence, he pulls you into a hug and runs his hands through your hair.
“Hey, do you want to talk through this?”
You looked up into his adoring eyes, and nodded.
“Well, it’s only one test right? How did you do on the rest of your exams?
“I did well on those, but this one counts for a huge percentage of my grade.”
Hobi nodded understandingly.
“You will probably get the chance to retake then, you couldn’t have been the only one to fail.”
You thought about it and realized that he was right.
“Thanks Hobi, I appreciate it a lot.”
“Of course, don’t stress about it too much okay?”
You smiled as he gave you a kiss on your forehead.
Jimin:
Jimin sat down next to you quietly, rubbing circles on your back. When your tears showed no sign of slowing down, he pulled you into his embrace as you cried into his shirt.
“Are you okay?”
You shook your head no as he moved the hair strands out of your eyes.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
You watched as Jimin left the room, softly closing the door behind him. Not knowing where to look, your eyes eventually fell back on the paper on your nightstand.
Jimin walked back in with a mug in his hands, and you quickly turned away so that he wouldn’t see what you were staring at. He tucked the warm mug into your hands before sitting back down.
“Don’t look at that, it’ll only make you feel worse. Drink this, it’ll make you feel better, okay?.”
You looked up into his adoring gaze, and found nothing but love in his eyes.
Tae:
You stood at the door, hesitant to enter the apartment. You didn’t want to burden Tae with your gloomy mood, but you also wanted him to comfort you. As you moved to open the door, it swung open to reveal your worried boyfriend.
“There you are! I was starting to get worried since you weren’t home yet. What happened, are you okay?”
You wordlessly handed Tae the paper in your hands as he looked into your puffy eyes.
“Aw Y/N, I know you studied so much for this exam. But I’m still proud of you! It takes a lot of dedication to study for these things.”
Tae pulled you out of the doorway and into his arms. You sank into his embrace, and enjoyed his warmth for a moment until he suddenly pulled away.
“Wait right here, okay?”
He ran off into your apartment, and you heard the sound of the bathtub filling with water. Tae reappeared moments later, with your favorite bathrobe in his hands.
“Come, I have a surprise for you.”
You let him lead you into the bathroom, where the filled bathtub awaited you. He left as you changed out of your outfit and slipped into the warm fragrant tub. When you told him you were ready, he reentered with multiple candles, lighting them and placing them around you. He took a seat behind you and started rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders as you let out a sigh.
“You’ve been working so hard for the past few weeks, you deserve a break.”
“Thank you Tae, you’re the best boyfriend in the whole world.”
He kissed you softly on the head before murmuring,
“I love you.”
Jungkook:
You hurriedly wiped your tears as you heard your boyfriend unlock the front door. Jungkook walked in with his head down, a paper similar to yours in his hands. He slowly padded over to you, and you caught a glimpse of the same red markings that were on your paper. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Y/N, this isn’t funny-”
“No, Jungkook, look.”
You held up your paper to him as he scanned the first few lines, before looking back at you in disbelief.
“You failed too?”
You nodded back with a grin, trying your best not to laugh. Jungkook, however, almost fell backwards with laughter.
“Hey- what happened to ‘this isn’t funny’?”
Jungkook just gave you a sly grin before offering you a hug.
summary | things get complicated after you find out taehyung loves you in a different way (have you ever listened to drive by halsey? this kinda came out of it)
genre/warnings | angst + language + mentions of mature dreams
words | 1,735
note | this week has been tough, sorry for not writing more :( (and now all i wanna write is sad stuff. sorry again)
You take a deep breath and try to release it without making any sound or exaggerated movement.
He’s the reason you’re taking deep breaths in the first place, but you don’t want him to know. It’s quite useless, though. There’s a weird something in the air and that’s enough for Taehyung to know things are not going to end well – he doesn’t need your deep breaths to convince him of that. In fact, he doesn’t need any reaction, any words, anything. He just knows.
You release the air as calmly as you can, trying to slow down your heartbeat. You notice your knuckles are holding onto the steering wheel too tightly, so much they’re turning completely white. You try to relax, you really do, but even when there’s a red light you can’t let go and rest your hands on your lap like you always do. It doesn’t seem right anymore – you have to clutch onto something, hold onto the past just a little bit.
And he notices it. Taehyung has been on the passenger seat of your car way too many times to know there’s nothing normal about this ride. You’re both sitting in a very stiff way, not only like you don’t want to be there, but almost as if you don’t want to touch the seat at all. There’s no music playing for once, nothing to fill in the heavy silence that hovers above both of you.
Everything is wrong. He’s certain of that. The thing he feared the most actually happened.
It was all going alright for a Friday night. All of your friends were getting together for a whole lot of junk food, bad beer and chocolate cake to celebrate Jin’s birthday. He was getting old, year after year, but none of you were getting any classier, still opting for whatever was the greasiest and cheapest around.
It was just like any other year you celebrated his birthday. Except shit happened.
Taehyung doesn’t know how exactly, though, as his brain runs, trying to find an explanation. He was so careful. He always kept his mouth shut about it and didn’t even mention it to his friends, choosing to suffer in silence. He knew, he just knew, those bastards would inevitably say something just to get on his nerves – nothing too compromising, but enough for your mind to put two and two together. You were always the smartest, he knew he had to be cautious.
And he was right. That’s all it ever took. Fifteen minutes ago, everything was alright, the night was going as expected, you were having fun. But now, as he’s sitting uncomfortably next to you, he knows, as careful as he was, it was really just a matter of time before you put two and two together on your own anyway.
Thinking about it now, yeah, he could’ve been even more discreet, but how could he? He wanted to be closer because that’s better than nothing. He wanted you to come over because that meant you’d rather spend time with him than with someone else. He wanted to take you out for dinner because you didn’t deserve to be left alone on your birthday. How can he help himself when you call in the middle of the night crying begging for him to pick you up? Friends are made for 3:47 a.m. phone calls and “good morning” texts, right?
It is only when he wakes up before dawn more and more often, all sweaty and disheveled, that he realizes things aren’t right. The thoughts he was having were not friendly at all. The dreams that truly invaded his mind at night weren’t anything close to decent. He has never seen more than your clavicle when you wear something a little bit looser on your shoulders, but it really isn’t necessary. His brain is in charge and it pictures the most intimate things without a problem.
Every time this happens, he opens his eyes wide and runs his hands through his hair thinking I can’t do this anymore, this is wrong. This has to stop!, but he’s really not in control. There’s no logic in his brain anymore, only thoughts running up and down in desperation just like your hands on his back, nails scratching without mercy. It’s almost as if he could feel it, taste your own sweat as he kisses your neck softly after…
Stop. Not here. Not right now.
It’s his turn to take a deep breath now. He inhales and closes his eyes, finally accepting the fact that, despite how hard he tried, he could never avoid his doom. It’s just the way that it’s going to go and if he loses your friendship, ends up without you in his life in any way and your social interactions are reduced to awkward encounters at birthday parties, then so be it.
If anything, the heavy feeling of never truly opening up to you for months has left his shoulders the moment he ran out of Jin’s place to follow you into the car. And, yeah, that will probably be replaced by something much heavier later, but it hasn’t hit him yet. And it’s ok for a while, at least.
“When did it happen?”
Taehyung is so lost in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice as the car gets closer and closer to his place, or when it stops in front of his apartment building, or when you turn the engine off. You finally let go of the steering wheel, wrists tense from holding on too hard.
“When did it happen?” You repeat, asking with a little bit more energy this time, determined to get something out of him. He isn’t allowed to keep quiet about this now.
“When did what happen?” Taehyung asks back, his voice breaking around the vowels. The blood runs to your head and you feel like you could kill him for playing dumb like this.
“When did you start feeling this way?”
The silence is worse now that the engine is not there to fill it in the slightest. There isn’t a soul on the street, not even a dog to bark this awkwardness away. Nothing.
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know? You have to know this,” you press further, struggling not to run your hands through your hair. You want to keep things as calm as possible, but Taehyung’s not making it easy for you.
“I really don’t know, I didn’t just wake up one day and…”
“A month? Two? Six? A year?” You interrupt abruptly and, to be completely honest, you feel betrayed. You can’t help but feel like he should have told you somehow, distanced himself – done something, anything.
“I didn’t,” he repeats himself, “just wake up one day and think ‘wow, I think I really love her’, that’s not how it works.”
“Then, please,” your voice cracks and you finally find enough strength within you to look at him. “Please, tell me how it works.”
Taehyung immediately looks at you when he hears your voice falter. There’s so much going on in your eyes he can’t believe his own. There’s heartbreak, there’s anger, there’s fear and doubt – all of the things he never wants to see in them.
“Have you ever heard of that saying? That you fall in love slowly and then all at once?” Taehyung tries, his voice barely above a whisper. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells. Can things even get worse than this at this point? I don’t think so. “That’s how it works. I didn’t just wake up one day and realized I loved you in a different way. I think I felt it long before, I just didn’t want to believe it.”
“I hate you,” you say, fighting to keep the tears from falling. “How can you do this to me?”
“What? I’m sorry, I…”
“Don’t apologize for your feelings,” you scold him and you want to slap his arm jokingly, but you can’t – and it kills you inside. “You should have done something. I went to your house thousands of times, we fell asleep on your couch, we drank bottles of wine together, I talked about that asshole breaking my heart, cried on your shoulder and you just kept it all to yourself?”
“What? What did you expect me to do?”
“I wanted you to be honest,” you admit, finally letting go of the idea of trying to be strong about this. There’s no point anyway. You rest you hands on top of the wheel and your head follows. “I’m sorry for thinking this sort of stuff, but I just asked you to be honest, so I’d be a hypocrite not to mention it. I can’t help but think that some of the things you’ve done were just so… I don’t know, just so you could get closer to me. And I don’t mean closer in a friendly way.”
Time stops of a few moments. The street is as still as before, but now the interior of the car is also dead quiet. Nothing moves with the exception of the rise and fall of both your chests. You’re right, Taehyung thinks, he has to be honest. You deserve it.
“I’m not going to sit here and deny it,” Taehyung confesses slowly. “But I also won’t sit here and tell you I wouldn’t do it as a friend anyway. Yes, I wanted to be closer to you – shit, I still want to. But I’d rather be your friend than nothing, please understand that.”
“Can we really be friends now, though?” You ask quietly, turning your head to rest on your temple and look at him. “‘Cause, honestly, I don’t know if I can.”
That’s it. Taehyung can feel his heart break little by little with every single word. He was bracing himself for this before, but, now that’s here, it’s so painful and cruel. The air becomes a little harder to breathe.
“I am sorry,” he continues as if you said nothing at all although his insides are burning and turning to ash. “Not for whatever feelings I have, but for not being truthful to you. I’m sorry I freaked out and I’m sorry I didn’t have enough courage to say something. I’m sorry I was too scared to lose you.”
Note: This is the revised and edited drabble that I posted when my blog was fairly new.
. . . . . . .
There was a small package by the door of your apartment. Excitement filled your body as you rushed over to it and picked it up. It was the new art supplies that you had spent most of your paycheck on about two weeks ago, and finally, it was here.
You hurriedly unlocked the door and kicked your shoes off before kicking your door closed. You didn't even care about planning a meal for dinner; all you wanted to do was open this box of God's gifts to the world. You set all the groceries you were carrying on the counter then sat down at your art table in front of the enormous window that overlooked Seoul. The grey clouds covered the sun, and rain fell gracefully. It was an art day for sure. Dinner would have to wait until later.
You opened the box; There were full tubes of paint and two packs of top quality paintbrushes. You looked at the color with light in your eyes. You couldn't wait to try them out. Reaching into one of the deep drawers in your desk, you pulled out a small book filled with blank pages perfect for the paint you had just received. You stared at the white paper then out of the window at the beautiful scenery in front of you.
There were so many ideas flowing through your mind. What to paint first? Just as you decided on a concept and picked up your pencil, the door to your apartment opened. You turned in your chair and saw your boyfriend shuffle in.
A tired smile was resting on his lips. He hung up his jacket, took off his shoes, and stumbled towards you. He squatted down to your level and placed a kiss upon your forehead.
"Hello." He said softly in his deep voice. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered a small greeting into his neck. You both stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he pulled away and stood up and rubbed his aching leg muscles.
"Can you come nap with me?" He asked innocently. You pouted and looked back at the art supplies that you so badly wanted to test out.
"But, I was going to paint for a while before I made dinner." You explained. It was his turn to pout.
"Baby, please?" He whined. You latched onto his torso and stuffed your face into his stomach.
"Tae, please just let me paint. All of these are new, and I'm dying to try them out." You mumbled into his stomach. Tae rubbed your back and remained quiet for a while. Which meant either you won or he was thinking. He hummed, which made you giggle as it vibrated his stomach.
He was thinking. "I have an offer for you." He finally said. You glanced up at him, resting your chin on his stomach. He smiled down at you. "You can test the paint out on me."
You stared at him with a confused expression.
"What do you mean?" He chuckled and detached himself from you before taking his shirt off and walking towards the room. You sat there staring at his back and fumbling with the new paintbrush in your hands.
It took you a couple of minutes before you realized what he meant. "Oh! Okay!" You exclaimed. You heard Tae laugh from the room as you grabbed all of your new supplies and dashed to the bedroom.
Tae rested on the bed on his stomach. His head was resting on his arms as he smiled at you. You grinned and placed everything on the bed before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his butt. His back was the perfect canvas.
"Do you have a preference for what I paint?" You asked shyly, grabbing an artist's palette.
"Paint Van Goghs Starry Night painting. Your eyes remind me of it because they are both enticing and filled with wonder."
You smiled to yourself and thanked God for this boy, and also thanked God that Tae couldn't see how red your cheeks were. You whispered a small okay before preparing all the paint. You dipped your brush into the first color but stopped right before it touched his skin.
"It's going to be cold." You warned. He hummed in response. You took that as an okay and began to paint. The colors glided perfectly over his sunkissed skin; a smile played on your lips as the painting came together perfectly.
You spoke softly to Tae about his day until his responses began to delay and finally were replaced with soft snores. After that, you just sang quietly to yourself as you finished and stood up to take a picture of your hard work. You kneeled by the bed and placed a small kiss on his slightly pouted lips. He stirred a bit and opened one eye.
"Are you done?" He asked in a husky voice. You nodded and kissed him once more.
"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when dinner is done." He nodded sleepily and buried his head deeper into your pillow.
As you cleaned up the paint from your bed and headed towards the door, you heard him faintly whisper. "I love you."
You bit your lip. "I love you too."
You answered back before closing the door behind you.
❧ AU: The second you left, he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
Your plane had taken off without him waving you off, without him confessing his feelings, without saying goodbye…
You’d be back in a few months… but he wouldn’t survive the pain and guilt that long...
He had to go after you…
A crazy idea, but for being crazy in love, it was completely sane.
He gets on the next first flight and flies back and forth over Europe chasing you, the love of his life… to confess.
|| ANGST + smut | 10k | x reader ||
❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.
❧ Rating: MATURE | sexual content, unprotected sex
❧ A/N: I’m very proud of this AU, please excuse any unnoticed mistakes, three keys are missing from my keyboard now hehe, this gets very soft despite being heart clenching... enjoy the mini geography lesson!
He was going crazy.
He was sure about it.
No sane person would go as far as to his measures.
He was out of his mind, a mind that was fogged by a single large regret.
He was running, running as fast as he could, almost bumping into people and buildings, risking his life.
--
He was sitting on one of the benches in the changing room, tears streaming down his face. You must hate him, he thought. He looked at the time on his phone, 40 minutes ago…
40 minutes ago he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
He threw his phone on the floor, hid his face with his hands and leaned back against the lockers.
The door to the changing rooms opened and Taehyung quickly turned away and down, to hide his face.
He sniffed. He could blame it on a cold…
“Taehyung… are you ok?” A familiar voice asked.
Taehyung looked back up and saw the concerned face of his best friend.
Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Taehyung what’s wrong?” He asked, panicked.
He couldn’t speak. If he opened his mouth his words would be drowned by his tears. Instead he just stood up and hugged his best friend tightly, in seek of his comfort.
Jimin quickly realized that there was no point of asking more questions until he had calmed down.
It took a long while before his heavy heart could feel lighter.
Jimin stepped back after a while, panicked for his friend.
“Tell me what happened!” He begged, urging Taehyung to sit back down with his hands.
“She left.”
“Yes? I thought you were fine with it?”
He shook his head, tears still streaming down his red cheeks.
Jimin took a seat next to him and put his arm around him.
“Talk to me.”
“She asked if I could wave her off Jimin… and I said no-“ He sniffed.
“No? Why did you say no?”
“Because I knew it would break me!”
Jimin looked confused.
“I couldn’t stand the fact that she’d be away for so long… I just couldn’t… and I didn’t want to stop her I…”
“Taehyung it’s alright, you can always face time right?” Jimin tried to comfort.
“She’ll be in another time zone and she’ll be busy…”
“But she’ll be back.”
“That’s not it…” Taehyung cried out.
“Then what’s the matter?”
“I love her…”
Jimin looked surprised.
“You love her?”
He nodded, heart feeling heavier than ever.
“I don’t know if she feels the same way, but I’ve been hiding it for so many years Jimin! I’m going crazy! I can’t even tell her and now she’s going away and she’ll meet other people and I… I’ve lost all my chances!”
“Taehyung calm down!”
“It hurts!” He hid his face in his hands again.
Jimin patted his back, not knowing what to do.
“Can’t you call her?”
“Her plane took off 40 minutes ago…”
“Later?”
“I can’t tell her over the phone Jimin…”
“Then go visit her?”
Taehyung looked up at Jimin.
“But she’s moving around from place to place, I don’t know where she’ll be or when…”
“Then just ask her.”
“But then she’ll suspect it! I can’t Jimin, I just can’t. It’s too much; she’ll think I’m crazy.”
“Aren’t you?”
--
The plane had two levels.
You looked out from the window in the terminal at the giant vessel.
How could it possibly fly?
You hoped you’d have a seat on the upper level and maybe that would cheer you up a little.
This was the largest business trip one could possibly have ever agreed on. Were you crazy?
Probably.
For a few months you’d be travelling around in Europe, meeting various businesses who were owned by the business you worked for and basically familiar yourself with them and check that they meet the global standard that was required. It was an honor to be asked to represent the company in such a big mission and at first you were hesitant towards accepting the offer… but you would return.
The return would be your comfort when times were tough.
When you returned, you would’ve have pocketed a large sum of money that came with the mission as well.
Travel around was something you’d always wanted to do and the various businesses would for sure show you around and introduce you to their cultures… but you were still upset.
The fact that your best friend hadn’t waved you off… hurt.
You wouldn’t be seeing him for months… and he didn’t come to say good bye?
Did you not mean more to him?
Your comfort was that this trip would help your feelings die down.
You didn’t know why it had taken you so long to realize how much he meant to you and how in love you were… suppressed feelings had spilled over the rim and your heart had begun to ache.
His smile made you blush and his eyes made your knees weak when they looked your way…
He was causing you trouble! Clouding your mind constantly, intruding on your dreams and making you long for something so close, but felt so far away.
He meant the world to you.
Maybe not having him say good bye was for the better… because he was the only reason you’d stay.
--
You had been gone for three days now.
Taehyung had received a text, informing him that you were safely on the ground, making his heart sting with even more guilt.
“I’m glad, come back soon!” Was his response.
A big lie.
His heart screamed “Come back now! Come back! Don’t leave me here without you! I’ll come get you if you don’t come back! Please!”
He knew your first destination was Italy.
His fingers moved over the keys on his laptop, looking up what flight could take him to Italy the soonest… In case he’d want to visit… soon.
Long transits… 16 hours, 23 hours even 31 hours…
Why was it suddenly so complicated to fly to Italy!?
He slammed his laptop shut.
“How long are you going to be in Italy?” He typed out and hit send.
He looked at the time, you should be up by now…
“I’m in Denmark!”
What!?
“Denmark? I thought you were going to Italy?”
“I did! I flew to Denmark last night!
Taehyung opened his laptop again and edited his search to Denmark.
“Tomorrow I’m flying to Estonia!”
Estonia!? Taehyung pulled a hand through his hair in frustration.
This was going to be impossible.
“Just book the ticket to Estonia and wait for her there!” He yelled at himself.
… two stops
2 hour transit… followed by 18 hours.
He clicked book.
18 hours in Finland? Maybe he would make it… The flight would be tomorrow and if you wouldn’t stay there long, maybe he could take a train or boat or even rent a car and drive to Estonia?
His phone dinged.
-E-ticket confirmation-
“What did I just do?”
--
You were having dinner with the people from the business you were visiting at one of the most renowned restaurants in Tallinn, Estonia’s capital city.
During the morning you had participated in a few meetings and then been shown around the facility. It was a lot of information to take in and take notes of but in the afternoon you’d have time to look around the city before dinner and relax, which you did.
When you returned to the hotel later that evening you posted some pictures you had taken of the city on Instagram. As your finger hit post on the last photo your phone suddenly rang.
You had to fly back to Italy, ASAP.
Your company had booked you onto the first flight the next morning. You were meant to take a flight to Prague in two days! Those two days leading up would’ve been your first two days off since leaving!
You felt stressed and quickly clicked into your messaging app and began typing out a long rant to Taehyung to ease your mind.
--
The young woman working behind the counter jumped when Taehyung suddenly accidently slammed his passport on the counter.
“What’s the next flight to Prague from here?” He panted, out of breath.
She began typing on her computer.
Taehyung had been waiting 4 hours now instead of 2.
His flight was delayed.
A miracle or else he would’ve seen your text when he was in Finland.
“There’s a flight tomorrow at six.”
“I want it.”
“Don’t you want to know the price?”
He already put his card in the machine.
“It doesn’t matter.”
She told him the price but he didn’t take in any of the information she was giving.
All he wanted were his new tickets and something to eat.
“Can you cancel my connection to Helsinki?”
“It’s not refundable sir.”
“I know, just give the seat to anyone who needs it.” He said, took his ticket and left.
While eating at the first appetizing place he could find he studied his ticket.
“First class.”
He rolled his eyes.
Money wasn’t an issue, all he wanted was to get to you and tell him he was sorry…
and that he loves you.
His phone suddenly rang.
Jimin.
“Hello.”
“Taehyung what the fuck!?”
He had seen his text…
“I know…”
“You’re crazy, where are you?”
“Amsterdam.”
--
You tried to call Taehyung but you only got sent to voicemail.
Was his phone off?
You sighed.
You missed him.
You wanted to hear his voice.
The emergency in Italy was solved and you were now waiting at the airport in Rome to board your flight that would take you directly to Prague and then to Kiev.
The visit in Prague was moved on their behalf and thus your company immediately put you on the next flight to Ukraine instead. The route they booked just so happened to have a short transit in Prague.
Guess you’d see what that city had to offer in the next coming weeks instead…
You looked at the time and wondered what Taehyung could be doing at this time… Maybe he had just woken up? Was eating breakfast or dinner? Your tired head couldn’t come around to figure out what the time was for him… Stop thinking about him! You yelled in your head.
You boarded your flight and it quickly took you to Prague.
You sent a text to Taehyung, hesitating at first but you promised you’d always let him know whenever you were back on the ground.
“In Prague, flying to Kiev in an hour and a half. Last minute change :/”
--
Taehyung immediately turned off flight mode when the plane landed, seeing your text.
-20 minutes ago-
His heart began to beat hard.
You were here! You were in the same place!
He practically ran off the plane and sent a thought of thanks to the woman in Amsterdam for booking him first class, scoring him a seat in the very front of the plane.
He ran to the first monitor he could find, searching frantically for the flight to Kiev.
He found it.
Gate H61.
He looked around at the signs, but no sign pointed towards any gates beginning with H.
Confused he ran towards the duty free store and asked the cashier.
“Sorry do you know where gate H61 is?”
“It’s in Terminal three.”
“What terminal is this?”
“Terminal one.”
“Thank you.”
He followed the signs towards the terminal three, running.
He looked like a mess but he didn’t care.
He reached the final sign… in front of a passport control.
“Fuck…” He mumbled.
He approached the border police hesitantly and handed them his passport.
“Where are you travelling?”
“I- I just arrived.”
The border police handed him his passport back.
“The exit is to the left and down the stairs, follow the signs.”
“No, I- I need to get in here.”
“Sir, you can’t. You need a valid boarding pass for me to let you through.”
“Why isn’t the Kiev flight at the other terminal?”
“Because it’s outside of the Schengen area sir.”
Taehyung took his passport with his head hung low in defeat.
He walked over to one of the nearby benches and sunk down on it.
He sniffled and took his phone out of his pocket.
--
“Taehyung I tried to call you! Are you going to sleep soon? Is the weather nice?”
You heard a low sniffle from the other end.
“Yeah… I’m going to sleep soon.” He said, followed by a low chuckle.
His tone sounded weird…
“Is everything ok?”
--
“I-I’m ok, I just wanted to hear your voice.” He bit his lip, holding back his tears and leaned back against the wall behind the bench.
--
Hear your voice?
Your heart beat increased.
He wasn’t going to make it easy for you, was he?
“I missed your voice.” You confessed, lowering your voice.
He chuckled.
“I miss you so much, when will you come home?”
“4 months.” You sighed.
“It’s so long.”
“I know… Can we switch to face time? I want to see you.”
“Ah, but I look messy.”
“I don’t care, I want to see you.”
--
“Just- just wait a little.”
He panicked and stood up from the bench. He looked around and the border police gave him a weird look from their booth. Taehyung spotted a sign for the bathroom and quickly ran towards it with his bag.
“Ok.” He said, seated in one of the stalls.
He accepted the request and put his headphones in.
You smiled widely at the sight of him and he smiled back.
“You don’t look messy!” You giggled.
“I need a shower.”
“Are you sleeping enough?”
“The past nights have been rough.”
“You look tired.” You pouted. “Why were they rough?”
“I don’t know, maybe I’m just stressed. Don’t worry.”
“Of course I’ll worry.”
He smiled sweetly, admiring you.
“Where are you going next?” He asked.
“Norway! I’m really excited. I’m only staying a night in Kiev but I’ll be staying longer in Oslo and I’ll finally have some free time so I can rest!” You said excitingly.
“Oslo? It’s nice there.”
“I’m excited!”
“Will you wait for me there… if I visit you?”
You looked surprised.
“Will you visit me?”
You never thought he would…
Taehyung suddenly flinched and the call ended.
His heart was racing.
He was quick to react.
“Final call Iceland air flight-“
He sighed.
The tune before the announcement could’ve exposed him…
You were calling back.
With a heavy heart he denied the call and switched his phone off.
He left the stall and walked out of the bathroom.
-Dun dun-
“Personal call for passenger-“
He sighed and began following the signs for the exit. Book a flight to Oslo and take in at a hotel for the night and freshen up and sleep. That was his new plan.
He walked past a tiny café on his way out and glanced over it when he suddenly froze, heart stopping.
There was a glass wall in front of the café, the only way in was via the passport control…
You were there.
Sitting at one of the tables with an empty plate in front of you and your phone in your hands… crying.
You wiped the back of your hand across your cheek and put your phone down.
He quickly escaped out of your sight, holding his fist pressed against his mouth, desperate to stop the tears that were welling up.
Why were you crying?
Was it his fault?
You were there all the time…
He wanted to run to you, run and comfort you, hold you close and kiss every tear away… but he couldn’t.
You thought he was in Korea.
He had lied to you.
He looked back at you, wishing you’d accidently see him… force him to explain… but his legs managed to carry him the way to the exit.
Taehyung walked with a heavy heart out of the airport, passing by the ticket offices and neglecting them.
“I’ll just book it on my phone…” He thought.
All he wanted was to shower and lie down now.
He searched up the nearest hotel on his phone and luckily there was an airport hotel right nearby.
“Do you have any rooms available for one night?”
“We do! Would you like a single or double room?”
“Single please.”
“That’s 1600 koruna for one night. Can I borrow your passport and credit card please?”
Taehyung handed the receptionist what he asked for.
A short while later he was handed them back together with a room key.
“Breakfast is included and is served in the room behind you between 6am and 10am.” The receptionist smiled and gestured towards the dining room.
“Thank you.”
--
Why wouldn’t he pick up!? Did his phone die?
A second more and you would’ve started considering going back home until he hinted on visiting you.
You wanted to call him back again and convince him to come visit you! You wanted him here with you and for once it felt like he really was there and then suddenly he wasn’t.
You gave up.
Your feelings weren’t going to go away, not like this.
A tear escaped your eye and ran down your cheek.
You cursed silently.
Why did your heart have to love him of all people…?
A dumb question.
But this was breaking your heart and you needed to board your flight soon.
--
The bed felt soft against his bare back.
Taehyung lied down on the bed with a towel wrapped around his hips after his long shower.
He reached for his phone and began to click through to the booking site.
The shower helped him calm down and collect his thoughts.
All he needed now was a good night’s sleep and everything would be ok. He convinced himself.
One night meant you’d be on your way to Norway tomorrow…
-No flights available, please check other dates-
The day after tomorrow…
There was one flight, late.
He quickly booked it.
Two nights in Prague… and getting up there another way would be a hassle. He didn’t know what trains to take and driving was the last thing he would want to do alone in a foreign country.
--
The meetings in Kiev were long and you were hungry.
The bosses of the company did their very best to impress you and it all sounded good but on an empty stomach it was hard for you to concentrate.
You knew that if you mentioned lunch, lunch would be served. The places you had visited so far showed a concerning amount of respect towards you, almost as if they were intimidated by you… which they should be, but you’re a human too. Sure you represented a large company that had the upper hand of all of them, a bad impression on you could cause them so much trouble but so far you hadn’t stumbled upon anything besides the incident in Italy that was of concern.
The host of the meeting announced a five minute break and you took your chance. You approached the older man and asked him when lunch would be served and suddenly the schedule was shifted.
The other participants looked confused for a moment when he suddenly announced that he meant lunch instead, not a five minute coffee break.
On your way to the cafeteria in the building you fished your phone out of your pocket and had a quick glance.
No missed calls.
Your heart sunk in your chest.
But now wasn’t the time to concern yourself about him, you were here for work.
You shrugged the thoughts of Taehyung off.
Forget him.
--
Taehyung walked around the city, admiring the old buildings and taking a few photos.
He brought his camera along… just in case. He was happy and thankful for his decision.
While in the center of town he also stopped by a few shops to by himself some more and warmer clothes. Strolling through the streets he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be here with you… You could go sightseeing together, hold hands, do some fun shopping and go to nice restaurants, take cute couple photos by the river… look at the old castle…
He felt lonely.
Should he call you?
He decided no and instead called Jimin while walking back towards the bus stop to get back to the airport hotel.
Jimin didn’t pick up.
Not a surprise considering that it was in the middle of the night over there.
If he called you, you’d know that it was in the middle of the night…
He got on the bus and put his headphones instead to listen to some music. He scrolled through Instagram during the bus ride and came across your photos from Estonia and now Kiev.
He liked them and realized a second later that you’d see that he had.
“Fuck… never mind.” He sighed.
--
Your head hit the pillow hard after the long day.
Despite being tired you had agreed on following them out for a late night outing only to then leave it early and excuse yourself with that your flight was early the next day, when it in fact was mid-day.
Your feet were aching and resting on the bed was such a relief.
You felt stressed and exhausted, but your feed made it look like you were having the best of times seeing all these places.
Your phone lit up every now and then from the few like of your photos of Kiev and to your surprise you saw Taehyung’s name among them.
“Shouldn’t he be sleeping?”
You quickly sent him a text.
“Are you awake?”
After a longer while he finally responded.
“I am.”
“I can’t sleep :(”
“Your sleeping troubles are worrying me. Do you drink tea before bed? It might help”
“I’ll try it. Don’t worry about me though.”
Whenever he told you not to worry while you were worrying, it made you feel frustrated.
“Taehyung I will worry!”
“I’m ok~”
“Stop texting me and go back to sleep.”
“no”
“Yes!”
“no”
“I’m not going to reply anymore.”
“Then I’ll cry myself to sleep.”
“Stop haha”
“I miss you a lot.”
“I miss you too, but you still need to sleep. We can face time tomorrow when you wake up?”
“When is your flight?”
“Oh yeah… we can face time when I’ve landed maybe? My flight is during the morning for you.”
It took him longer to reply this time.
“ok”
You wanted to send him something affectionate… but you couldn’t get yourself to do it with ease.
Perhaps a heart? A heart could be platonic…
“❤”
”❤❤❤❤❤❤”
So much for trying to get over him…
--
Would you figure out his cryptic message? Was it obvious that the hearts were meant to stand for “I love u”?
It was getting harder and harder for him to contain himself.
All he wanted was for his flight to Norway to come sooner… so he could hold you.
He was letting himself go even more, more than he already had. Maybe call it accidental flirting but deep down it was intentional.
“I miss you so much.” He sent, trying to come across as pleading.
“Then why didn’t you wave me off?”
His heart dropped.
--
Maybe anger would do? Yes, anger.
If you boiled up anger towards him maybe it would be easier to let him go… but to what use? Did you want to return home to him not being your friend anymore?
You instantly regretted sending that.
--
“I’m sorry, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He typed out, being honest but then deleting the later and only sending that he was sorry.
“It’s ok, I understand if you were busy.”
That reply made him feel even worse.
“Please wait for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just wait for me, please.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Good night.”
He placed his phone on the nightstand and it dinged when you responded but he didn’t bother to look, assuming it was just a good night which back despite it being evening.
--
Your plane touched down in Oslo on time and you were picked up by a pre-booked taxi to take you to your hotel near the business district.
--
Taehyung anxiously tried to waste his time before his flight.
He locked his tiny suitcase in a locker at the airport and headed into town one last time.
Should he buy you a gift?
He walked past a few jewelry shops and the idea intrigued him more and more.
What if you wouldn’t like it?
Maybe you didn’t want him to visit?
But you said you missed him…
He stopped in front of the window of a shop and his eyes caught the attention of one of the rings displayed on a piece of red velvet fabric.
A ring?
Maybe it looked too much like an engagement ring…
A thought suddenly struck him but he quickly shrugged it off and continued walking.
He walked into a clothing store instead and looked at the scarves and gloves… were you cold?
Did you have plenty of warm clothes with you?
You could borrow his scarf if you were cold… like you did once.
He suddenly found himself surrounded with baby clothes, haven accidently walked into the kids section, distracted with thoughts.
A tiny pair of gloves caught his attention and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling the soft fabric.
/Why am I so dumb…?/
He sighed and left the store.
Maybe he should just get to the airport early and wait there instead…
It felt like the whole town was suddenly crowded with couples and families, all happy people in love surrounding him…
His heart was aching and he quickly fled towards the bus stop to head to the airport.
--
The business you were visiting had surprisingly prepared a boat ride in the fjord for all the participants, something that had you very excited. The boat would take you to a conference center where you’d have a few meetings. Before that you had already been shown around the facility and gotten answers on all of your questions. The day would end with a big dinner later that evening.
The rain was hanging in the clouds but it had yet to fall over the city when you all climbed onboard the boat.
You eagerly took pictures of the beautiful scenery and quickly sent one to Taehyung.
You chatted with one of the participants and he eagerly told you about their food culture and the history of fishing.
It was a beautiful city, a lot smaller to the size than you had expected, but still stunning nonetheless. It had certain serenity and calm that wasn’t common for capitals.
You wanted to return.
Luckily you had your few free days to spend here before you headed to France.
--
As the plane approached there was a stunning view of city lights.
The lights became fewer and fewer the lower the plane flew and the occasional light appeared again when it flew over a highway. A mere moment later the colorful lights of the runway were in sight and the plane touched down with a gentle thud.
He hurried off the plane, got a stamp in his passport by the border and grabbed the first taxi to take him into the city.
There was no time to waste.
He walked into the first hotel he could find and paid for three nights.
The hotel was large and lavish looking and not too far away was the royal palace.
Taehyung dropped his bag off in his room quickly and then ran out into the night.
--
The dinner had come to an end and you were all saying your goodbyes. According to your phone your hotel was a short walk from where you had been eating so you decided to enjoy the cool midnight air with a walk back.
The streets were empty and lit up by shop windows and street lights.
A cold wind from the fjord whistled through the city, making you shiver and pull your coat tighter around you.
Your phone suddenly rang.
You heart skipped a beat when you read Taehyung’s name on the screen. You had forgotten that you were going to face time when you landed! You groaned in annoyance at yourself and quickly picked up.
“Taehyung-“
“Where are you!?” He screamed, out of breath.
“What?”
“Where are you!?”
“I- I’m in Oslo.”
“Where!?”
You looked around.
“Near the train station…”
“Stay there!”
“Taehyung what’s the matter?”
“Just stay there!” He cried out.
Your heartbeat increased and you began to feel unsafe.
“Taehyung this isn’t funny.”
“Wait!”
“Wait for what!?”
“Go to the train station!”
“Ok, ok… I’m going, but why?”
He didn’t respond, all you could hear was his uneasy breathing, making it sound like he was running.
--
He could see the train station, but not you.
“Where are you?” He asked again.
“I- I don’t know, it says oe…østbanehallen on the building.” You said, struggling to pronounce it. “It’s white and there’s a statue in front of it. Why are you asking?”
He started running again, around the corner of the large building, desperate to find you.
--
“Taehyung? Hello?” You repeated, you were getting cold and you wanted to go back, what was he doing?
The phone call cut off.
You looked at your phone with a confused expression and put it back in your pocket as you began to walk again.
But you were stopped by the call of your name.
You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice, in disbelief.
“Taehyung?!”
He was running towards you, his phone dead in his hand, breathing heavily and tears streaming down his face.
His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close and cried out against your shoulder.
“F- finally…” He panted.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, hugging him back.
Holding back the tears of relief from seeing him, feeling his arms around you and his sudden presence was difficult. One tear managed to escape your eye at first and you sniffled softly.
“Something I should’ve done long ago!” He cried.
His cold hands suddenly grabbed the sides of your face and before you could react his lips crashed against yours.
There was no turning back now.
The bottle overflowing with feeling for him had been kicked over and smashed.
You held your arms around him tighter and pressed back against the kiss, tears falling freely.
He pulled back, your lips making a low smack sound and his hands still on the sides of your face when he looked you deeply in the eyes.
“I love you!”
“I love you too.” You almost whispered, drowned out by your tears.
He kissed you again and one of his hands fell to your side.
His kiss was passionate and filled with desire… making out with you, releasing all suppressed feelings.
“Did you come all this way to tell me that?” You sniffed, when he pulled away again.
“and that I’m sorry for not waving you off, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“If you showed up I would’ve stayed.”
He chuckled and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone to wipe your tears away.
“Maybe it was better that I showed up here instead.”
You nodded and leaned in to kiss him more.
You pressed your forehead against his.
“You must be so tired…” You sniffled.
“I rested when I was in Prague.”
“You were in Prague?”
“and Amsterdam to go to Estonia and then cancelled my flight and rebooked on the spot to Prague instead.” He giggled. “I chased you all this way...”
“Taehyung…” You looked up into his eyes. “You’re crazy.” You giggled through the tears.
“I’m crazy for you.” He kissed your forehead.
“I almost had you in Prague but I arrived at the wrong terminal and they wouldn’t let me through…”
“But… we facetimed…”
“I hid in the bathroom so you wouldn’t see where I was.”
“Why- Why didn’t you just tell me…”
“I wanted to tell you in person.”
You hid your face against his chest.
His hand patted your head soothingly and you stayed like that for a while.
--
“Where are you staying?” You asked, looking back up at him.
“The grand, I think it was called. Where are you staying?” His hand caressed your cheek.
“Near the barcode district.” You sniffed. “I don’t remember the name of it.”
“Can I walk you there?”
“No!” You shook your head and hid against his chest again. “I want to stay with you. You’re not allowed to leave me now.”
“Whatever you say sweetie.” He kissed your head. His voice was so soothing and calm… making you miss him even more despite him being in your arms.
He reached for his scarf and un-wrapped it from his neck, placing it around you instead. His hand grabbed your hand, locking fingers and you began walking back to his hotel.
You held onto his arm with your other hand, refusing to let go of him whatever would happen.
He smiled shyly.
His hotel was barely five minutes away and you quickly got back into the warm indoors and headed straight for his room.
He took off his coat and hung it on the hook by the door and walked over to his tiny carry-on suitcase.
You took off your coat and his scarf and hung it on the hook as well and took a seat on the large bed in his room.
“You’re staying the night.” Taehyung claimed shyly and handed you one of his new t-shirts from his suitcase.
“I’m staying as long as you are, we can get my stuff tomorrow.”
Taehyung smiled, getting to hear exactly what he wanted to hear.
You suddenly felt the delicate touch of his fingers under your chin as he tilted your face up. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” He whispered.
“As long as I have?”
“I hope so.”
He stood back up and took out his sleep wear from his suitcase and you fled into the bathroom to change.
If he confessed the full truth he feared he’d scare you away. Not only had he dreamt of your kiss for so long, but also to just be with you… the small moments and the big moments… He was In love with you, so so in love with you… He wanted to spend his life with you, kiss you, hug you, have sex with you, get married, have kids, everything! He knew you were the one for him, even more when he felt the strong regret seeing the time on his phone, knowing that your plane had taken off and that it was too late for him… but it didn’t take him long to go crazy.
He changed quickly and got into bed, not bothering with his routines, all he wanted was to hold you close, from now and forever, throughout the night.
You stepped out of the bathroom with your clothes in your arms and put them down on the couch in the room. You kept your panties on under the oversized t-shirt and quickly made your way to under the covers, next to his warm body.
It felt so right.
He pulled you close, nuzzled his nose against your neck with his arm snug around you.
You belonged in his arms and he belonged in yours.
--
Saying goodbye was hard.
You had to go to France, he had to go back home.
After the few days you shared together in Oslo, you didn’t want him to leave…
The dates, the kisses, the snuggles, the love and affection he gave you… you didn’t want to lose it as soon as you had gained it.
Hi hand caressed your cheek.
“Please cheer up.” He begged.
“I don’t want you to go…” You cried.
“I don’t want to go either, but I have to and you’re doing an important job.”
“Will you call me every day?”
“Of course I will.” He brushed his nose against yours cutely.
“If you ever need me, I’ll be on the next plane. I promise.”
You kissed him.
“I’ll try to come back earlier.”
“I’ll wait for you when you do. I’ll be there to pick you up and kiss you the first thing I do when you get back.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“You’re strong baby.” He smiled. “We can do this.” He ensured, even though it hurt him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, so much.” He kissed your forehead.
“Call me when you’re back at home.”
“I will baby.” He pulled you closer one last time and you shared a long passionate kiss before being pulled apart by thousands of miles for the next few months.
He turned around and holding back his tears were hard.
Something bumped into him from behind and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
A last hug.
--
Breakfast facetime dates, dinner facetime dates.
In bed facetime dates, out and about facetime dates.
The highlight of the days spent apart.
Weeks passed by and your flight back home had been officially booked and you were counting down the days.
The days until you receive that huge check, the day you’d arrive back home, the day you’d complete your grand mission of honor and the day you would finally be in his arms again…
Few weeks became few days and few days became a few hours when you were waiting at an airport in Germany for a flight to take you directly home, business class.
“A few hours and I’ll see you!”
“Have a safe flight! I can’t wait to finally hug you again.”
--
The countdown had begun.
A promise would be broken.
But it would be worth it… he’d make it all better.
Jimin would pick you up from the airport in his place, something you’d first find out about when you arrived…
He was nervous.
Would you hate him? Probably for a while…
But he had to do this.
In conclusion… Jimin would pick you up, but not drive you home.
Hours passed.
Your flight was approaching.
20 minutes delayed, not too bad.
Jimin was nervous too.
He hadn’t met you in forever…
You had two suitcases pilled on a luggage cart when you spotted Jimin by arrivals.
Surprised and a bit confused you looked around for Taehyung when he approached you.
“Taehyung sent me to pick you up, welcome home, please don’t hit me.” He chuckled and gave you a hug.
Oh well…
Jimin quickly stole the cart from you and pushed it for you towards the pick-up parking.
“You must be a gold member now, considering all the flights you’ve had!” Jimin said.
“Diamond, actually.” You chuckled.
“Diamond even, man I wonder how many levels these airlines actually have before you get a private jet.”
You chuckled.
“How come Taehyung couldn’t come?” You asked.
“Ugh… work is being a bitch you know.”
“I understand.”
“Don’t be mad at him, he really wanted to be here.” He smiled, trying to comfort you.
You put your suitcases in the car and took the cart back before driving away from the airport and on to highway you hadn’t seen for so long…
“It feels nice to be back.” You smiled, exhaling deeply.
“Not much has changed.”
“Good.” You giggled.
Jimin pulled off the highway and you assumed he was just taking a different route.
But roads and streets quickly turned unfamiliar.
“Did I forget the way or are we going somewhere else?”
“This is a short cut I found.” Jimin lied.
“Oh ok.”
You just wanted to go back home as soon as possible and have a long shower.
Jimin suddenly pulled over.
--
He was fidgeting with his fingers.
Why was the flight late? It was making him more anxious…
Maybe he should’ve just gone for there and then at the airport instead… But he wanted the setting to be nice…
He was standing in a tiny park, dressed in a long black coat to keep him warm.
It was early morning and the ground and grass was covered with frost and the park was empty.
--
“Why are we stopping?”
“I need to pick up something here… sorry.”
“Can I stay in the car?”
“Uhm, no… You need to be with me when I pick this up.”
“Is it heavy?” You asked and unbuckled your seatbelt.
“Yeah, sorry….”
You weren’t making it easy for him.
He couldn’t go with you…
You started walking into the park when Jimin suddenly stopped.
“Ah, I- I forgot something in the car, keep walking, I’ll catch up.”
Before any questions could be asked Jimin turned around and ran back towards the car.
You continued on the path, admiring the frost.
You suddenly noticed someone between the trees… Who was in the park this early?
Maybe it was someone taking their dog out?
But no dog was seen…
You walked past the trees and you finally recognized the person standing on the grass, shivering with his hands in his pockets.
This fool….
You ran towards him and he noticed you right away.
You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him while he picked you up by the waist and spun you around.
“Why are you here?” You laughed and he put you down.
“This park is prettier than the airport.”
What did he mean?
He took a step back and your arms fell from him.
“It’s cold, but know that I’m wearing a suit under my jacket.” He suddenly confessed.
You chuckled, what?
Your expression quickly changed when he reached into his pocket and went down on one knee…
What was happening!? What was going on!? Your heart was racing.
“Will you marry me?”
Your heart wasn’t racing anymore, it was pounding hard in your chest.
“Y- yes!”
He smiled widely and reached for your hand to put the ring on it.
Your hand was shaking, not from the cold…
He stood back up and pulled you close for a deep kiss.
The welcome home kiss you had been waiting for and he had waited to give you.
“I’m so glad you’re home.” He whispered.
You sniffled.
You looked down at the beautiful ring on your finger.
“I first saw that ring when I was in Prague and I knew it’d be the ring I’d propose to you with.”
“Have you held on to it for this long?”
He shook his head.
“I flew over last weekend and bought it.”
“You’re crazy.” You cried out, laughing and pulled him in for another kiss.
“Crazy for you.” he said after the kiss and nuzzled your neck, making you giggle.
--
You looked down at your hand for probably the thousand time that day, unable to stop admiring it.
In your hands was a folder that you had prepared for your big presentation at work.
You had a few days off to prepare from coming back home to coming back to work.
After the presentation you would be handed your check along with a letter of recommendation.
The presentation went well and you were proud of yourself for what you had accomplished. The framed letter and the envelope with the check were handed to you together with a large bouquet of flowers. After the big presentation there was a mingle with small pieces of food and champagne, but you wouldn’t stay for very long.
“You’re going home already, I’ve missed you?” Your coworker pouted.
“Yes, I want to get home and rest after this adventure.” You chuckled.
“I understand, how are you getting home?”
“My fiancée is picking me up.”
“Oh well, next time we work together I want to hear everything about your trip!”
“I’ll let you know!” You smiled and grabbed your bouquet, heading for the exit.
Taehyung had parked right outside and you quickly ran towards the car through the cold and put the flower in the back seat before taking a seat in the front next to Taehyung.
“Hi baby.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you.
You caressed his jaw and reached for your seatbelt while receiving the sweet kiss.
“Did you wait long?” You asked and buckled it.
“Not long.” He smiled and started the car.
After a short drive you arrived back home at your place. It took a while to get home but during the way you were occupied admiring your fiancées hands on the wheel, more specifically the dainty silver ring on his ring finger, his engagement ring.
Why should you be the only one to have such a prized possession? He was engaged too.
You grabbed his wrist and slid your hand down into his as you walked to your apartment from the car park.
He smiled proudly, holding your flowers for you.
“What are you looking at?” He asked sweetly, noticing you looking down.
“You have such pretty hands.”
“Thank you!” He smiled widely, blushing cheeks puffing up.
--
You walked into your bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable from your formal dress but you struggled to reach the zipper in the back. You gave up with a sigh and popped your head out of the door.
“Taehyung?”
“Yeah?” He turned around to look you way from the sofa in the living room.
“I can’t reach the zipper… can you help me?” You pouted.
He immediately stood up and walked over to your room.
You turned your back against him and moved your hair to the side.
“I think it might be stu-“
He cut you off by kissing your neck.
“I’ll fix!”
He grabbed the zipper and carefully pulled it down slowly, all the way down to your waist, were it came to a stop.
His finger trailed lightly up your spine, giving you shivers.
You only needed help with the zipper…
He slipped your dress off your shoulders, tracing kisses against your left shoulder, following the slow movement of his hand.
The dress fell to the floor, leaving you in only your bra, panties and thigh high socks.
You let him continue.
He unhooked your bra, slipping the straps off your shoulder and repeating his move on your right shoulder.
You quickly grew slightly aroused by his touch and your bra joined the dress on the floor.
You covered your breasts with your arms and looked back over your shoulder to see Taehyung unbuttoning his shirt.
“Help me?” He suggested, raising a brow.
You turned around fully and he eyed you up and down, taking in the view with sudden lust filled eyes.
You moved your arms away and reached for the next button on his shirt. You gasped suddenly when his strong arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer against his body.
You quickly unbuttoned the buttons between you and he pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
The next thing you knew, you squealed as he picked you up and put you down on the bed. He let his hands caress up your legs to the hem of your thigh high sock and slipped each one off your legs slowly, one at the time.
Impatient, you sat back up, grabbed his hair and pulled him close; crashing your lips against his in a kiss fueled by hunger and need. He crawled up on top of you on the bed and slipped his tongue between your plump lips.
You wanted him.
He wanted you.
His hands moved up your sides, caressing your skin from your hip to your waist and up along the sides of your chest until he reached your breasts. He cupped each in one hand and squeezed gently, making you let out a soft low moan against the kiss, arousal growing even stronger.
Your hands played with his long soft hair, turning the neat curled style into a fluffed up mess while he explored every surface of your breasts, fondling, squeezing, feeling…
His thumb and index pinched lightly at your left nipple, awakening your arousal even more and stronger and you felt yourself getting wet under his touch.
He pulled away from the kiss and latched on to your right nipple, sucking on it roughly and pulling gently with his lips to make it even harder for him.
His other hand replaced his lips, pinching and twisting ever so gently while he hid his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing soft kisses against your skin.
The touch of his soft wet lips tickled slightly and made you squirm.
He chuckled lightly at your reaction and playfully nibbled your skin, but enough to make it develop into a small bruised mark.
He moved up to your ear lobe instead and nibbled at it gently and let his hands fall to the sides of you instead to support his body.
You pushed him over, rolling on top of him, seated over his hips.
He looked up at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression.
You walked your hands up his bare chest and leaned down by his ear, teasingly repeating his own move and sucking softly at his ear lobe, tugging at it gently with your lips.
A giggle tickled his ear.
You had your left hand against the side of his thick neck, caressing it passionately and feeling his smooth skin.
He seemed to like it, looking up at you with dark eyes and a wide smirk.
His hands travelled up your thighs while your lips trailed kisses down his neck to his collarbone.
You gently squeezed your left hand around his neck, earning a low moan.
You sat up straight, hands pressed against his chest. When you lowered yourself to sit on him you felt his hard bulge poke you through his black jeans. You climbed off him instead and he was quick to tackle you and get back on top.
You reached for his belt buckle and pulled at it a few times before unbuckling his belt. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips and sat up on his knees over you and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his thighs, exposing his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
He got off you and quickly took his jeans off, kicking them off the bed, leaving you in an equal amount of clothing. Getting back on top his lips immediately found yours and he kissed you passionately, lips sucking on lips, tongue swirling around tongue, quickly becoming a mess.
He pulled away, not far. His nose brushed against yours and his hand cupped the side of your face. His thumb caressed your lower lip, dragging across it slowly.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.
“So are you.”
“So beautiful…” He pressed his forehead against yours.
Your fingers found the hem of his boxers and pulled them down slowly as far as you could before he stood up straight on his knees again, touch abandoning you.
He hooked his finger under the side of your panties and began to slip them down your legs as far as possible before he got off of you and yanked them off completely.
His hands reached for himself, sliding his boxers down his hips, exposing himself.
He grabbed his thick cock with one hand after successfully getting rid of the last remaining piece of clothing keeping you apart.
The tip was slightly pink, begging for touch, achingly hard and aroused.
A few subtle veins trailed up his length from the very base of his cock.
He looked good…
Aren’t people the most attractive when they’re aroused and horny?
His hand slowly stroked himself and he swallowed, looking down at you.
You sat up, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down on the bed, straddling him.
His hand immediately left his cock, making it fall against his lower abdomen as both his hands grabbed your waist.
You positioned yourself and began to grind gently against his cock, making him bite his lip. Sliding up and down his lengths, coating him with your arousal that was just making you more and more wet, aching for relief.
You had your hands pressed against his chest, one of Taehyung’s hands left your waist to caress your wrist instead. You stopped your movements and leaned down to kiss him.
A final kiss before you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself anymore…
You pulled away, leaving him needy for your lips to return. You reached down and wrapped your hand gently around his cock, dragging the tip up and down your slit a few times before you lowered yourself, positioning the tip by your entrance and sliding down his thick length halfway.
Your hand returned to his chest and he thrusted upwards, desperate to slip in further, for you to take his full length. Your nails scratched his skin softly and you let him slide in all the way, stretching you out. He felt so good…
You pushed yourself up and lowered yourself back down again, picking up a slow pace. He exhaled deeply under you as you began to ride him faster, sliding up and down half his length before you pushed down all the way, making both of you let out a whimpering moan. You picked up your speed fast, sliding up and down his thick cock from right beneath his head to the very base.
His big hands grabbed your hips, guiding you and making it even harder to contain the sounds of pleasure needing to escape your throat.
You leaned your head back, smiling widely as pleasure took over all your senses. You felt sexy riding him like this…
You grabbed his hand from your hip and locked your fingers with his, pressing his hand back against the bed, doing the same with the other and leaning down to kiss him.
He moaned against the kiss, desperate to push you back down on his cock but his hands squeezed your tightly as you suffocated his helpless needy whimpers with your tongue.
Your thighs were giving in, but you didn’t want to give in now… not when you were feeling the sweet feeling leading up to your climax.
Out of breath you pulled away from the kiss and Taehyung noticed your building exhaustion. He used his strength and pushed your hands back, making you lose your grip of his hands and he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down against his chest, making him slip out and he rolled over, now on top of you.
He kissed your lips and thrusted back in hard and deep, making you moan loud.
“I’ll take over now baby.” He whispered.
He went hard.
Full force.
Thrusting deep, hard and fast.
Immediately sending you close to the edge.
“Does it feel good?” He asked in a cocky tone.
“Mhmm” You hummed, holding onto him tight.
“You’re such a good girl.”
“I’m so proud of you, you know that huh?” He panted, repeatedly praising you.
He moaned loudly.
“Fuck!”
He leaned in by your ear, making you able to hear his heavy breathing even more.
“And you’re so good at taking my cock.” He chuckled, devilishly.
He hummed in pleasure against your ear and you grabbed on even tighter, fingers desperately searching for grip on his shoulder blades when you felt your muscles tense up.
He thrusted harder, earning a moan on the border to a scream.
“I’m close.” He whispered and pounded harder into you again.
“D-don’t stop!” You begged.
He went faster, sweat forming on his skin, chest almost heaving and long low whimpers escaping his throat while he chased both your highs.
“T-Taehyung…”
“Yes, baby?”
In the heat of the moment he licked up the side of your neck.
You dug your fingertips deeper into his toned back muscles.
Another fast hard thrust and your muscles claimed all control from you. Tensing tightly before releasing hard, heart beat racing, thighs aching and muscles pulsating tight and hard around his cock.
He let out a few grunts and his thrusts became slower and deeper.
“I-I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered.
Another slow deep thrust and he suddenly let out a deep exhale mixed with a low moan as his muscles finally gave in and you could feel him throbbing as he came.
He kissed you, exhausted but overwhelmed by pleasure. He let out another soft moan against your lips, still cumming.
After a short while he leaned back and carefully pulled out his sensitive cock.
He lied down on his side and you rolled over on to your side, moving close to him and he wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you even closer and placing a soft kiss against your forehead.
Like this, you felt protected by him.
The energy along with his glow made him appear like the strongest most attractive man…
You snuggled up against his warm chest and heard his heart beating rapidly. You placed your hand over it soothingly and he smiled at you.
“Can you hear my heart?”
You nodded.
“It’s beating fast.” You pointed out.
“Because of you.” He chuckled and brushed his hand through your hair. “My love.”
His words made you blush.
You placed a soft kiss against his heart.
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The engine of the aircraft roared and it increased in speed rapidly before taking off for the sky.
Your hand was tightly held by the man in the seat next to you.
On his ring finger were two rings… just like on yours.
The hand belonged to your husband.
And his hand belonged to you.
You were admiring the view of the city below becoming smaller and smaller for a while and then turned to your side to look lovingly at your husband.
First class, free upgrade thanks to your previous travels.
And now you were returning.
But this time without one chasing the other. This time instead, to spend the time lovingly with each other, experiencing what you did separately then, together now, on your honeymoon.
First class served chocolate covered strawberries, a treat you both eagerly devoured.
First stop Oslo, next stop France. The city Paris, to be exact, the city known as the city of romance…
What better place to celebrate your love than where it first bloomed and where it then could grow even wilder.
Taehyung raised your hand to his face and pressed his soft pink lips gently against your skin.
“It feels nice to finally fly with you.” He confessed, putting an emphasis on “with”.
“How did you actually fly?” You asked curious.
Taehyung leaned back against his seat.
“First I flew to Amsterdam, then I was going to fly to Copenhagen and change to a flight to Tallinn, but then you texted me saying you were suddenly going to Italy again and then to Prague and because my flight to Copenhagen was delayed I luckily saw that text and ran to the first counter I could find and asked them to book me a ticket to Prague instead but then you were heading to Norway and I was stuck in Prague because all flights were fully booked until the same night I finally reached you.”
“You really are crazy.” You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“It was the most important trip of my life… the second I looked at the time to see that your flight had taken off, I just broke down and I knew it was too late... unless I did what I did.”
“I love you.” You said, tearing up.
“I love you too.” He kissed your head. “That’s why I married you!” He chuckled, returning to his initial mood.
Talking about that trip always made your heart feel heavy, but not in a bad way but in the overwhelming way, how this man loved you so much that he chased you across the world only to confess his love to you…
Saying yes to him was the easiest choice you had ever made, thanks to the hardest choice you ever had to make.
Summary- Tae thinks you're cheating and confronts you in front of everyone
You poke your head round one of the studio doors in the BigHit building,
“Ah Jin!” you say as you spot the older man looking at his reflection in the mirror.
He spins round as he hears his name, shoving his hands in his pockets to try and look like he wasn’t just checking himself out,
“(Y/n!) I wasn’t just checking myself out...no…”
You laugh and shake your head a little before continuing,
“Have you seen Tae around recently?”
He smiles - it wasn’t unusual for you to come looking for your boyfriend during the day.
“No, not recently. Everyone else is yet to come back from lunch. I’m only here cause i had to go grab something.”
At this, you walk fully into the brightly lit room and walk over to Jin as the door closes behind you.
“Ok good.” you say and sit down on the small sofa in the corner with a sigh. Jin looks at you, confused as he sits down next to you.
“Good?” he asks quizzically, “Everything ok, (y/n)?”
You roll your head to the side to look at your best friend, “Can i tell you something, Jin-ah?”
“Of course, (y/n)-ah! Have I not kept many of your secrets over these past couple of years of our friendship?
“You have, you have.” you say as you nod, “But this one is a bit...personal.”
He scrunches up his face at this, “(Y/n)-ah, if you’re going to tell me something about your sex life I’d really rather…”
“Nooo! Nothing like that I promise!” you interject and Jin gives out an exaggerated sigh of relief which you retaliate with a light punch to his arm.
“So what is it then?”
You shift your gaze to the ground and stick your lips out in a pout, “I can’t...I can’t sleep when I’m with Taehyung…”
“(Y/n)! You said it wouldn’t be about your sex life!”
“Ahh noo! I mean actual sleep! Like i literally cannot fall asleep when I’m in the same bed as him..”
Jin furrows his brow in what you’re not sure is either still confusion or in thought.
“Have you tried like...different positions.” he says, unable to stifle a laugh as he does. You smirk and reply,
“Yeah I mean not actively, but no matter which way we lie or shift I just can’t sleep.”
You lay your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around him and he lays his head on yours.
“I’m so tired, Jin-ah. I want to enjoy this time with Tae but i’ve come to dread every night...that’s bad isn’t it?” you shift your head so you’re gazing up at him.
But before he can reply, the door swings open and the rest of the BTS boys come charging in as they joke around with each other. Taehyung takes one look at you and Jin and stops dead in his tracks as his face goes cold.
“(Y/n)-ah, is there a reason you're all over Jin-hyung?” he says seriously and proceeds to walk over to you, pull you from Jin’s grasp and hold onto you as he stares at Jin. He knew Jin had always been your best friend since you were little but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous whenever he saw you two together.
“I’m just tired, Taetae.” You reply, trying to wriggle yourself free to look at him.
“Really? That's it?” He says harshly, holding you now at arms length.
“Yeah?” You say confused, “what else would it be?”
“I dunno, (y/n), you tell me.”
“Tae what are you getting at?” You ask in disbelief, “I’d just come to talk to Jin about something but it’s ok, I’ve got to go now.”
“Talk about what?” he says, looking right past you to stare at Jin.
“Don’t worry about it. I have to go. Can you walk me out?” you say as you try to catch his eye to smile at him. He eventually tears his gaze from Jin to look at you and with a smile you begin to walk towards the door. But Tae tightens his grip on your arms and pulls you back in front of him.
“Talk about what?” he repeats.
“I...I didn’t want to talk to you about it here...in front of everyone.” you whisper. You see the others shift uncomfortably where they stand.
“Tae, maybe just leave it for now yeah?” Hoseok pipes up, giving you a small, reassuring smile.
“No, no. You can tell everyone here. They’re my brothers.” he says, looking round at them.
You see the stern look in his eyes and turn, worriedly, to look back at Jin. He nods at you, willing you to take the step and tell him your problem.
“Tae…” you start.
“What’s going on?!” He suddenly shouts as he pushes you away. Jin steadies you and you begin to try and explain yourself again but Tae completely ignores you and goes up to Jin.
“Are you going to tell me that you're cheating on me with Jin?” He asks this directed at you.
“Taehyung-ah no! What?!” You exclaim.
Jin looks physically shocked and afraid of Taehyung who is now right up close to him.
“Tae...I would never…” He starts.
“Well why else would you be so close? You were lying all over each other when I came in and the moment you saw me, you immediately broke contact like you didn’t want me to see.”
“Tae…”
“And she looked to you for the confidence to tell me that she was cheating on me with you.”
You grab Taehyung by the arm, trying to pull him away from Jin.
“You’re blowing everything out of proportion! You didn’t even let me finish what I was saying! All of this is assumptions.” you shout, your attempt to pull him away failing.
“You two have always been so close but I’d never thought you’d actually do this behind my back!” he shouts back.
You scoff in disbelief, “That’s cause I haven’t! We haven’t!”
You’d never seen him like this. He’d always been the jealous type but to accuse Jin and you of being together was way too far. You had no idea what to do now.
Trying to hold him back was pointless. Even as you tugged as hard as you could on his arm he still managed to push Jin back. Jin staggers back with a look of disbelief and annoyance on his face.
“Taehyung, there’s really no need for this!” he almost shouts.
The other boys try to step in and get in between them and you get forced to the side but you manage to wiggle your way back to Tae’s side and help pull him back from Jin. As you and the other members pull on Taehyung’s arms, he suddenly breaks free and you go flying to the floor. There’s a smack as your face comes into contact with the floor and your head becomes fuzzy. You can feel the tears flowing from your eyes without permission and the commotion around you still hadn’t stopped. But was this commotion because you fell or was everyone still so distracted with Tae and Jin? Your vision wasn't helping make it any clearer as shapes swirled around you.
You try to stifle your tears but the pain was too much. Eventually your head becomes clearer and your vision returns and you can see the boy’s faces looking down at you, Tae in the middle.
“I was complaining to Jin that I can’t sleep at night when I’m with you!” you shout through your tears, your messy hair covering your eyes and sticking to your face stained with tears.
Taehyung swallows hard before saying, “What…?”
You prop yourself up on your elbow and look him in the eye and choke out, “When we’re in bed together at night I just can’t fall asleep no matter what I do. I was asking Jin for advice cause I feel bad that I dread every time we go to bed cause I never get any sleep! That’s it!”
“That’s...that’s it?” Taehyung says, his turn now to be in disbelief.
You sniff, “Yes, Tae. I promise.”
There’s silence for a moment, no-one sure of what to say.
“I’m sorry, (y/n),” Taehyung says, “I’m sorry I get so protective.”
You sit on the floor looking at him.
He sighs and turns to Jin, “Hyung, I’m sorry to you as well. I shouldn’t have made assumptions.”
Jin shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot and says, “You’re forgiven, Taehyung. Just think before you speak next time yeah? You’ve got a lot to make up for.”
“I know...I know” he says and Jin pulls him into a hug to show there’s no hard feelings. They pat each other on the back and Tae turns back to you and extends his hand towards you on the floor.
You stare at his hand and take a second to wipe away your tears before grabbing it and Tae pulls you up and into a hug.
“I’m sorry, (y/n).” he whispers into your ear.
“Don’t worry Tae,” you say as you give him a small smile, “Jin is like a brother to me - albeit an annoying one…”
You shift your gaze towards Jin and shoot him a playful glare.
Warnings: Mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts.
Word Count: 1 K
It was a typical Friday night for you, Taehyung was out with the boys leaving you alone with Yeontan. Everything was perfect or so it seemed from the outside, on the inside was another story. Your mind was reeling as your heart began to hurt, self doubt and pain clouding your judgment as you sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall.
Yeontan was lying in front of the TV, his tail wagging excitedly as he played with his favorite chew toy. Silently you began to cry, there was no exact reason for your tears but they were coming quick. Yeontan yapped, dropping his toy as he turned around to face you, his head quirked to the side as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’ You barely acknowledged the pup as your head fell into your hands, your mind was too much for you sometimes.
Sometimes you had urges to just slip away so simply with the blade of a razor, other times you just wanted to end it all, make everything stop, all your pains, worries, and love. It was all going to get you hurt, but at the same time you knew that wasn't true, you knew you had to keep going. Not just for you, but for Taehyung, your family, your friends. You were stronger than you knew and Tae would tell you that every day.
You believed it. It was the truth, you could keep going you just had to fight through it. Yeontan jumped up on the couch and onto your lap, paws on your breasts as he licked your chin in attempts to cheer you up.
“Tannie,” you sniffled wiping your eyes as you looked down at the small dog, his browns orbs holding yours, his tail still as he watched you. “I’m sorry Tannie, mommy isn’t okay right now.” You whispered as you held Tannie with one arm as your reached over to the coffee table grabbing a tissue, blowing your stuffed nose. Your tears continued to flow as you softly rubbed Yeontans head.
Moving Yeontan away from you, you laid down before Yeontan hopped back onto the couch and back onto your chest, lying down between your breasts, head on his paws as he stared at your face. Your tears began to dry as you offered a sad smile to the puppy, who moved forwards some, snout resting on your chin.
“I’m fine Tannie.” You whispered, rubbing down his back, calming yourself down some, eyes closing as your mind began to shut down. Today was too much and you needed to rest, giving in to sleep you slowly drifted off as Yeontan licked your chin, giving you a few kisses.
When Tae entered the apartment his arms full of grocery bags, which he immediately set on the counter as he took in the scene before him, a smile lit up his face but as he got closer he noticed the tear streaks running down your cheeks and Yeontans immediate growl as he stood up on your chest.
“Tannie,” whispered Tae moving closer only for Yeontan to yap at him and growl once more, baring him his teeth. “Yeontan,” warned Tae voice firm as the brown dog relaxed, bowing his head at Tae.
“Come here bub,” he whispered patting his thighs as Yeontan looked up at him before moving back onto your chest getting comfortable. “Yeontan,” called Tae once more as Tannie licked your chin once more earning a smile to form on your sleeping features.
“Oh comforting Y/n for me. Thank you Tannie, but I can take it from here.” He whispered as he moved closer to you, Yeontan watching him carefully a low growl in the back of his throat.
“Easy boy,” whispered Tae as he picked Yeontan up, gently placing him on the ground. Tae put an arm under your knees and the other under your head as he picked you up and carried you back to the bedroom where he gently placed you on his side of the mattress, tucking you in.
He turned around to see Yeontan staring up at him patiently, “She’s safe Tannie-ah. Come here,” scooping up the small dog he gently placed Tannie besides you, to where he nestled himself right besides your arm right between your armpit and chest as he looked at your sleeping face.
“Watch her for me Tannie while I go put up groceries.” Leaving the room Tae wanted to smile about how cute his family was but all he felt was concern. He was truly worried about you and with such a busy schedule it was hard to keep up with you and protect you, and be the good boyfriend he was.
He was already considering dropping out of BTS just to be with you. You were worth so much to him and he didn’t want to lose you, yet he also didn’t want you to feel the weight of ARMY’s hate and sadness for him leaving. He was stuck.
Finally finishing he moved back to the bedroom to see you sitting up, a small smile on your face as you played with Yeontan. Swallowing the lump in his throat he moved next to you, pulling you into a spoon position, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder.
“You’re so strong Y/n. So smart, pretty, charismatic, funny, and best of all, all mine. I love you Y/n, you’re so, so, strong and you keep fighting and when I get to see you win and just hold you I love you even more. I love you so very much.” He whispered, tears poolling in his eyes as they slowly began to fall.
He wasn’t sure what he’d do without you. The same went for you, he was your rock and you were his.
“Taehyung, you don’t know how much your words mean to me, honestly. I love you too Taehyung, you help me keep going day after day. You don’t even judge me when I’m in one of my moods, I love you so fucking much.” You whispered as your rolled over, head on his chest as his rested on your head.
“I’m always going to be here for you Y/n, no matter the situation.”
Smiling you snuggled up closer to him as you began to fall back asleep as Yeontan jumped onto you and positioned himself between the both of you earning a chuckle from Tae.
