in which Taehyung shows you the perks of flying with him first class.
a/n: his story post was crazyyyy he knew better to put a blurry filter over it because his arm veins in a tank top in HD would have murdered me. this was out of my hands i just had to screenshot his story and turn it into fic fuel immediately, the IG story hasn't even expired yet that's how down bad I am, I wasn't even supposed to write today ݁˖Ი𐑼⋆
pairing: bf taehyung x fem!reader
wc: 2500, 9 mins
themes: smut, fear of being caught, thigh fucking bc taehyung is a slut, creampie, cockwarming, porn with barely any plot, but there's some cute fluff about you joining him on tour ♡
The ding of the seatbelt signal turning off pulled you out of your light slumber, and you slid your headphones off one ear. The cabin lights were off, just the glowing track of the dim blue ambient lights ran across the ceiling, giving you just enough light to see your boyfriend in his seat, reclined next to you.
Taehyung was reading, his wired earbuds dangling from his ears as he turned the page, the tiny booklight overhead illuminating his golden caramel-brown hair. He looked so cute: the contrast between his youthful new hair colour and his muscled, defined arms in his tank top was enough to make you shuffle in your seat.
He noticed the movement from your seat and glanced up at you, his eyes lighting up a little at the realization that you were awake.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured with a smile, his hand coming over the armrest to give your leg a squeeze. "It's still the middle of the night, we don't land for several more hours, baby, go back to sleep."
You fussed with the blanket that was draped over your legs, checking your phone.
3:13 AM.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" You rubbed some residual sleep from your eyes.
"I have to be up early the day after we land, so I'm trying to beat the jet lag by staying up for a bit before we land in Spain in the evening."
The tour has been going on since April, and the shows in Madrid were the first you were able to join him for due to your work schedule. This wasn't the original plan at first, but seeing Taehyung again in Seoul after being on the road away for a little over a month, after being able to see him almost every day since military discharge, had both of you unreasonably clingy to one another again.
"Come, baby," Taehyung pressed the recline button on your armrest, your seat lowering itself underneath you to a more comfortable position. "Head back to sleep."
"Lie with me," you murmured, lifting the glossy, polished armrest that separated you two.
He smiled before tugging his earbuds out, abandoning them and his book on his side table before reclining his seat as well, joining you. He turned to press the button that closed the sliding privacy door, shielding the two of you from the rest of the cabin.
First class was really something.
Taehyung shuffled next to you, the two dropped seats coming together to basically make a bed. You lifted the blanket to throw it over him, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you in a little closer.
"This what you want?" Taehyung chuckled softly into your hair. You nodded a little, shuffling your body back into him, his big spoon to your little one. He splayed his large hand across your stomach, holding you against him as he pulled himself a little closer to you, your back and bum pressed innocently against his abdomen and sweatpants. He lifted his head up next to your face, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on your cheek.
"This is a work trip," he murmured into your ear as he trailed his lips across your cheek, lowering himself closer towards your neck. You let out a little sigh as he kissed down your jawline, his grip on your waist getting a little tighter, firmer, the way he did when he wanted to mess around. "And I'm not thinking about work."
You looped your hand behind his neck, encouraging him to kiss you a little harder, and he chuckled into your skin, nipping his teeth gently on your skin by your collarbone.
"The rest of the guys are right across the aisle, and you're here, making me lie next to you like this," he licked a little teasing stripe up your neck and you let out a whine.
"Shh, shh, baby. They may be asleep, but first class can still hear you, hm?" Taehyung was smiling into your neck, kissing and suckling on your skin with increased pressure, trying to coax another pretty sound from your mouth.
"Tae," you whimpered, turning your head to face him a little better. Under the cover of the dark cabin, you could tell the way he looked at you was more than just affection. His eyes had shifted from his typical sweet round stare into the half-lidded gaze that he only ever gave you when he wanted to get his dick wet.
"So pretty, even in your sweatpants," he groaned into your ear, pressing his growing hard-on into your bum. "I've never gotten to creampie you on an airplane yet, hm angel?"
Your stomach twisted at his filthy words, your underwear starting to cling to your growing arousal. Taehyung never hesitated to tell you what he wanted and how, and especially when he was back on tour, it was like his flirting and forwardness increased tenfold.
"Tae," you breathed. "Is that what you want right now?"
Taehyung dipped a lingering hand into the waistband of your sweatpants, his middle and index finger pressing teasingly into your wet fold, covered just barely by the already soaking fabric of your panties. You let out a strangled whimper, his fingertip gently kissing your throbbing clit as he tested your waters.
"Mm, I think that's what you want," he whispered, bringing his hand out of your pants just so he could pull them down and off your hips, your bare skin exposed under the airline-issued blanket.
His other arm gripped your waist firmly in place for him as he returned his hand to your trembling heat, tugging your underwear to one side for immediate access. You whined at the crude motion, the air-conditioned, barely-there breeze of the cabin cool against your wetness.
Taehyung could tell you were fighting to hold yourself together, and his tongue poked in his cheek as he tugged his own sweats down a little, just enough to free himself from his boxers. He pumped himself once or twice, the head of his cock still poking erotically against your bare bum. With a guided hand, he slipped his cock right between the squishy warmth of your bare thighs, nestled between the flesh of your upper thighs and the bare, warm wet slick of your aching pussy. Your arousal coated the top of his cock, and he groaned at the slick, warm sensation.
"My pretty girl," he groaned into your ear before he started to move his hips. His cock fucked gently between the flesh of your thighs, your arousal acting as the perfect slip as he humped his needy cock up against your pussy, the head of his cock knocking gently against your swollen clit. "Like my own little toy, to do whatever I want with, whenever I want."
You whimpered at the sensation of Taehyung using your legs to get himself off, the wetness painted all over your inner thighs. You brought your hand down between your legs, bringing your fingers to meet the tip of his cock as his flushed head peeked in and out from between your legs with every roll of his hips.
"Fuck, even your legs feel so good against me, angel," he groaned into your ear, his hips humping up against your ass like a horny college kid. "I could cum just fucking your thighs like this. But that's not what you want, is it?"
And with his teasing words, Taehyung rounded his hand to your front, pressing a few possessive, addictive circles to your clit, before he pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy, the size of him stretching you out so deliciously, especially with how pressed together your thighs were.
"Holy shit," he moaned into your ear. "Forgot how well your legs and ass squeeze me when I'm too impatient to spread your legs wide open. Your body's so good to me."
You clenched yourself around your boyfriend's cock that threatened to push a few more inches into you, slowly and purposefully as he studied all your reactions. He was grinning at you, tongue poking his cheek cockily as he watched your squirm, desperate to stay quiet as he filled you up with him completely.
"Tae-hyu-" you let out a strangled moan, your hand coming up to desperately silence your string of erotic noises that fell carelessly from your mouth. Taehyung hissed as he began to fuck his hips into you, the sensation of your body sleeving his cock so well making him cuss under his breath.
"Gonna fuck you until I make a mess in you, if that's alright with you," he growled against your skin, the feverous knock of his cock against your cervix squeezing a desperate whine out of you with every thrust.
There was suddenly a shuffling on the other side of your privacy door, and Taehyung froze his movements immediately, adjusting the blanket so that you two were hidden perfectly under the covers. His hand came over the blanket, pulling you into him protectively as he kept his cock sheathed inside of you.
A sleepy Jimin suddenly stood up, his head peeking out from over the wall. He glanced over at the two of you, his headphones still on his ears. Taehyung lifted his head casually, giving his friend a quick nod as you nestled your face into the blanket, hiding your expression from the world.
"I can't sleep, Jungkook keeps knocking my arm off my armrest," Jimin said with a sleepy grumble, his eyes barely open. He looked over the wall at how intimately cuddled up you two were, and he let out a chuckle.
"Get a room, you two. Not all of us have a girlfriend to bring with us to Spain."
Taehyung grinned. "This is our room," he gestured to the privacy wall.
Jimin laughed before shuffling down the aisle towards the bathroom.
As soon as the coast was clear, Taehyung licked a wet stripe right under your ear, his hips moving teasingly against you again. His fingers immediately found their way back to your clit, kneading your sensitive bud gently and with expert precision.
"Oh-," you whined, the feeling of your boyfriend using you, wearing you like a toy on the plane, made your head roll back against his chest. Your build-up resumed, the push of your boyfriend's cock against your fluttering walls bringing you embarrassingly close to a climax already.
"You have to learn how to keep quiet when I want to fuck you in public, sweetheart," he growled into your ear, his fingers still maintaining the torturous firm pressure on your swollen clit as he continued fucking his cock deep and slow into your aching heat. "How can I make the best of your time on tour with me if you're always so needy for attention?"
You struggled to contain your desperate whines and pants.
"I'm sorry, baby," you said through your hums. "Can't help it, you feel so fucking good."
Taehyung grinned at your sweet words, his thrusting getting a little faster.
"Yeah, hm? You like the way I make you feel, angel? You like getting free-used up here in the sky with me?"
You nodded, your knot in your stomach already painfully tight, threatening to snap. Taehyung's fingers on you were relentless, rubbing your clit so perfectly, groaning at the reactions your body gave him.
"You're-so tight around me-fuck," he hissed into your ear. "Already so close for me."
His rhythm grew erratic, a sign that his climax was taking over him soon. His lips were pinched between his teeth, brows furrowed as he chased his high deep inside of you. The pace of his fingers on your clit picked up, every nerve in your body burning as your orgasm took over you.
"I'm cumming, Tae, I'm fucking-"
You interrupted yourself with a definitely a little too loud moan, and Taehyung's large hand came up from your hip to cover your mouth.
"Not too loud, dove, we don't want to have to stop before it's over."
Your cries were silenced into your boyfriend's large hand as your peak shook through your whole body, like a shockwave coursing through your veins from his touch until you were left trembling, twitching, and panting.
Taehyung grinned at your erotic afterglow, his hands returning to your hip as he fucked you through your throes of pleasure.
"Gonna ruin this fucking pussy right here, baby," he groaned. "Wanna feel myself drip out of you with Namjoon-hyung asleep right behind us."
You nodded desperately; the filth of his words was enough to make you clench around him uncontrollably. Taehyung's fingers tightened their grip on your hip as he knocked himself harder into you, sheathing himself all the way down to the bone of his hips until his head dropped forward onto your shoulder.
"Take it, baby."
His warm, desperate spurts filled you up in hot, needy pulses. You bit your lip to muffle your cries as he whimpered into your ear, fucking his own seed deeper into you with every movement.
"Hnng, love breeding this fucking cunt," he hissed into your ear, his slew of dirty talk along with the sensation of being filled up by him sending stars to your eyes, and you dropped your head desperately against your boyfriend's chest.
He dropped his head forward, resting his chin on the top of your head as you two came down from your highs together, quietly and in the secrecy of your little first-class chamber. Taehyung pressed a kiss to your shoulder before readjusting the blanket, draping it over your shoulders now.
His length still remained buried in you, twitching and bouncing with the flex of his abdomen, like a little reminder of how much he craved you. Taehyung nudged himself into you a little further, a sleepy stir of remaining arousal and love swirling in your chest.
"Let's get at least another hour or two of sleep in," he murmured, his hand coming up to pet your hair, soothing you to sleep. "And we'll deal with our mess later."
Jimin appeared again in the aisle, the view of you and Taehyung snuggled up so closely, making him let out a little sigh.
"Taehyung-ah, you act like you're in a hotel room already," he whispered as he sat back down in his seat.
Taehyung just looked up at him and gave him a little nod and a wink, his arm tightening around your waist.
"Get some sleep, Jimin."
Jimin nodded with half-open eyes before disappearing behind the other side of the wall again.
Taehyung reached forward into the seat pocket and fished out his eye mask, slipping it sweetly onto your head.
"Sleep tight, angel," he cooed, pulling you into his chest again. "Thanks for coming to Madrid."
"Always," you murmured, the sleep already taking over your body.
Only the two of you knew the warm, loving mess between you under the blanket, and you were going to keep it that way.
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my nervousness around flying has suddenly evaporated
bf! Taehyung isn't interested in the concept of personal space. It didn't matter where you two were; some part of him would always be touching some part of you.
You two could be sitting at a restaurant, having dinner with friends, catching up - and the entire time, Taehyung has his hand on your leg. He doesn't even realize it until you're trying to stand up to go to the bathroom, and his hand is falling from your thigh as you push your chair back. His hand aches the entire time you're away.
And it's worse when you two go to bed.
His body fuses to yours, arms and legs intertwined until you can't decipher where he starts and you end. All you know is that his face is smushed into the curve of your neck, and he's nudging his nose under your jaw in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his hair.
You do, and it's how you two fall asleep, almost every night.
bf! Taehyung can't hide his facial expression when it comes to you. His eyes get all sparkly and wide when you walk into the room. He can't look away even when someone is trying to talk to him. His eyes track your every movement until you finally reach him, and then his smile is all warm and lovesick.
"Hi," You smile, and everyone can see the hearts forming in Taehyung's eyes as he focuses on you.
"Hey." He might as well melt into a puddle right then and there.
bf! Taehyung goes out with his friends for a "guys' night," and it never fails to end with one of his friends FaceTiming you on his phone.
He's supposed to be hanging out with his friends, catching up, relaxing, and when you answer the phone, you're greeted by one of his friends smiling. They tell you that Taehyung is okay, but drunk, and he won't stop blubbering about you.
It honestly warms your heart, but when the screen shows your boyfriend sniffling, you can't help but giggle and coo.
And when Taehyung sees you, it brings a new round of pouts; his hands are snatching the phone to hiccup as he tells you he misses you and loves you like he didn't see you six hours ago.
After a few moments of you reassuring him that you miss him too, you laugh and tell him to enjoy the rest of his night because he can see you later.
What a silly lover boy.
bf! Taehyung says "I love you" with a kiss. He's lying on top of you, his arms wrapped under your back, and his hips snug between your thighs. He's got his head resting over your sternum as you card your fingers through his hair, and the overwhelming feeling of love fills his heart until he needs to let it all out.
The first kiss is right over your heart, followed by his soft voice, and "I love you." The next is on your collarbone, two kisses, followed by two "I love you's." And then he makes his way up higher.
When he reaches your face, both of you are smiling like fools, and his hands are resting on either side of your head as he leans down. He kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and he laughs when he ignores your puckered lips to kiss your chin. But when he finally does kiss your lips, he makes sure to look at you a moment before.
He studies your eyes, the way your cheeks are flushed, and your fingers are holding onto his biceps, waiting so patiently for him. That's when he leans back down, his nose nudging yours softly before he finally presses his lips to yours.
He doesn't say I love you then; instead, he shows it by kissing you nice and slow, his body molding to yours as he coaxes your mouth open to deepen the kiss with a grin.
김태형 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!taehyung • domestic boyfriend!taehyung • fluff • comfort • clingy tae • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended
┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! domestic boyfriend!Jungkook hit it off so well that I decided to do one for Tae !! I hope you all enjoy I tried to make it vibe with Taehyung’s energy if you know what I mean !! Any-whom !! Happy reading !! <3
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before tour boyfriend!taehyung :(
— gets quieter before leaving instead of clingier. you notice it in small ways first. longer hugs. lingering touches. the way he watches you when you aren’t looking
— spends more time around the house before tour starts. sitting near you while jazz music plays softly in the background, sketching in notebooks, taking random pictures of you when the lighting looks pretty
— the type to suddenly ask “you'll miss me, right?” in the middle of completely unrelated conversations like it just slipped out accidentally from being on his mind too much
— makes playlists for you before he leaves instead of saying how he feels directly. songs that sound warm and nostalgic and painfully romantic all at once
— absolutely takes polaroids of the two of you before tour and keeps them tucked inside his wallet
— the night before leaving feels strangely soft with him :( dim lights, quiet conversations, and slow dancing with you in the kitchen at like 12am because he doesn’t want the night to end
— acts calm the morning of departure but keeps coming back for “one last kiss” before actually leaving
during tour boyfriend!taehyung :(
— sends you pictures of beautiful things because they made him think of you :( sunsets outside hotel windows. old bookstores. rainy streets. flowers sitting outside cafés
— sometimes disappears into parks or little jazz bars alone after schedules because they remind him of home somehow
— facetimes you late at night while laying across hotel beds in oversized t-shirts, listening to vinyl recordings through his laptop speaker
— the type to miss your presence more than constant conversation. just having you beside him on facetime while he edits photos or posts on insta is more than nothing
— sends voice notes instead of texts when he’s tired. slow sleepy voice saying things like “saw a cute sun dress today you would’ve liked”
— keeps random little souvenirs for you everywhere he goes. handwritten letters, postcards, and pressed flowers inside books :(
— when he misses you badly after concerts he gets sentimental and starts talking about future things casually. trips together. houses with record players. and adopting a few dogs one day
— secretly replays videos of you laughing when hotel rooms start feeling too unfamiliar and quiet
— pretends tour life is exciting and glamorous but admits late at night that every city starts blending together without you there to ground him
after tour boyfriend!taehyung :)
— him coming home feels slow and quiet, as he walks through the house like he’s rediscovering it. fingertips brushing shelves, your jackets, framed pictures
— stands behind you shirtless while you’re making coffee in the morning and just rests his head on your shoulder silently with his arms around your waist because he missed this kind of closeness the most
— domestic life becomes romantic to him after tour. coffee together with sleepy morning faces. listening to old music while making dinner together. sharing ice cream in the kitchen at midnight
— gets oddly emotional seeing your things everywhere again. your skincare on the bathroom counter, your shoes near the door, even just hearing you humming somewhere in another room
— falls back into routines with you immediately like his body missed them too. forehead kisses before bed. hand on your thigh during drives. pulling you close while watching movies
— definitely spends the first few nights home tangled up with you under blankets talking until late because he missed hearing your voice in person
— looks the happiest doing absolutely nothing with you :) laying on the couch while rain pours outside, your legs tangled together, while talking about your future together
— after tour he loves you in a quieter way. softer. more intentional. like being home with you reminds him who he actually is underneath everything else
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Summary: Your bi-weekly movie nights with Taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. What should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. After so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers.
Genre: Non idol au, smut with some plot, best friends to lovers.
Warnings: Taehyung has a praise kink and he’s so in love. This story came to me in a dream, so if it's a little crazy, just go with it!
WC: 13k
You were never the type of person to change plans on such short notice, especially not when it came to your hang outs with Taehyung. When both of your grown up jobs and separate social circles kept you busy and apart, your bi-weekly meet-ups were precious for the both of you.
But you just could not escape tonight.
Tae had been your best friend for longer than you could remember, starting somewhere when you were both still in high school and he made fun of your fruit-shaped erasers. Back then he hadn’t been as careful with his words and his comment about your tangerine-looking school supply had embarrassed you, and you replaced the orange thing with a regular, boring blue and red eraser that smelled of nothing but rubber.
He’d still been sensitive enough to notice the change, and the very next day you came into the classroom to find a brand new grape-scented gel pen and a notepad with strawberry prints. Not to mention the brand new deskmate in the form of a bowl-cut teenager Tae.
He’d been handsome and charming even then, but nothing compared to the thirty year old version of him which now sat next to you inside his car.
“We don't have to stay long, I swear.” you told him from the passenger’s seat, more than a little guilty for making you both miss the movie tonight. “I really forgot I promised May I'd come tonight.”
“Babe, it's fine.” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, following the GPS and taking a smooth right turn. “I didn’t complain once about this.”
“I know. You never complain.” which somehow made you feel worse.
“As long as we get to hang out, I don't care.” he shrugged, carefree and gentle as always.
“Okay.”
“Just relax.” he laughed again, placing his warm palm on your thigh, which did the opposite of relaxing you. “Is this the house?”
You pointed to the next house over through the windshield. “It's the next one, but we can park here and walk up.”
You could already see a few cars that you knew belonged to your friends and their friends, in front of May’s newly acquired home. Taehyung saw the same parking spot you had noticed and used one hand to parallel park in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it was.
You even had to distract yourself by checking the road, trying to keep busy and useful, with little hints of ‘a little more to the right’ and ‘now two inches ahead’, which he absolutely did not need. But you needed it, because focusing on how his biceps bulged every time he maneuvered and noticing the veins of his forearm would do very little for your mental health right now.
“Can you reach the flowers in the back?” Taehyung asked as he turned off the engine of the car.
“I think so.” you unbuckled your seatbelt.
As you reached through the space between your seat and the driver’s, carefully reaching for the pretty flowers you bought to bring tonight, Taehyung got out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you. And you knew him long enough to know he’d planned for this.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” you mused, letting him help you hop off with a familiar hand at your waist.
“‘They’ sound dumb.” Taehyung grinned, proud of himself.
You let him take the flowers from you, just so you could fix your dress that had moved up during the ride and the hop; it was still a nice dress that didn’t uncover much of your skin if you were standing. Definitely not ‘movies appropriate’, but perfect for a housewarming party such as this one.
May had promised you that it wouldn’t be a party at all, but a get together so she could show off her new place to her closest friends. Which definitely included you, but maybe not your plus one.
Even if the man himself looked sinful in simple blue jeans, a white shirt and red jacket with fun patches you knew he’d ironed in during a moment of fashion boredom. It also didn’t help your case that he’d styled his hair tonight in messy little waves that sat away from his forehead, when you told him once this week that you liked that look on him.
The walk from the car to the right house was a short one, not enough for your feet to hurt in your heels, and much less for you to get lost, but Taehyung still stood next to you like you were about to get too far away from him.
“Do you think we need to knock?” you asked once you reached the front door, hearing laughs and music from the inside.
“It's your friend's housewarming, you tell me.” he said, handing you the flowers so you could be the one to deliver them.
“I think we're good.” you decided.
You turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and let yourself and Taehyung in. The small mountain of shoes at the entrance told you this was a no-shoes new house, and you were thankful for taking off your heels before your feet started to hurt too much. Taehyung was taking off his red sneakers when you heard a squeal.
“There she is!” May showed up at the entrance of the living room, looking gorgeous with a pink dress that looked like a cloud.
“Was ‘cotton candy’ the theme for tonight?” you laughed, rushing to meet her and offer her a hug.
“The theme is ‘this is my new house and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want’.” she shrugged, taking the flowers with the biggest smile. “You brought me flowers!”
“Your real gift is being delivered later this week.” you told her, as if flowers weren’t an appropriate gift for an achievement like this.
May was about to wave you off, to tell you not to worry, but then she saw something over your shoulder, which made her jaw drop. At least she had the common sense to whisper her next question: “You brought Taehyung?”
“Is that okay?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer.
“Just don't drool on my new carpet.” she teased, pushing past you to hug your friend. “Hey, Taetae, long time, huh? Feel right at home!”
“Thanks, May-ssi.” Taehyung hugged her back, but his hands still looked for the spaces on her body that were covered by her dress. “I like what you did with the place.”
“You should see upstairs.” she winked, walking ahead and leading the two of you to where the others were hanging out.
“Seriously, the spare room is going to see me more often than my boyfriend's couch.” Jimin was sitting on the arm of a chair he was sharing with Seokjin; both men were your friends you met in college.
“If it has a bed, then it definitely should.” you snorted, wondering which ‘boyfriend’ Jimin meant this time. You hoped it was Hoseok, but the couch mentioned made you guess it was probably Jungkook. “Did we miss the tour?”
“Just the first round, I'll take you around later.” May explained, grabbing you by the wrist and waving Jimin to follow. “We're about to make margaritas in my new blender.”
“Oh, nice.”
You didn’t feel like separating from Taehyung right now, especially when you knew he’d be the odd man out; even if he’d already been introduced to everyone in the house at least once before and he was the social butterfly out of the two of you. You only let May and Jimin lead you away because Namjoon was already getting up to greet Taehyung in that little half-hug, half-pat on the back that boys do when they are pretending to be more familiar than they actually are.
The kitchen was definitely a feature area in the house, just a little ahead from the living room, but still close enough that you could see everything. It was much bigger than May’s old one, and everything looked brand new. It made you really proud of the girl, when you knew she had been saving for years after living in a shoe-box apartment so she could splurge like this.
“Wow, you even have a kitchen island!” you gushed, knowing it had been one of the deal makers for her to get this place.
“I knoooow, she’s my baby!” May caressed the island with light hands, as if a harsher touch could actually scratch the marble.
“She’s very pretty.” you entered the kitchen to help out making the drinks.
May immediately claimed the spot in front of the blender like a mother hen, peeling the plastic off one last button you hadn’t even noticed still had a corner lifting, while Jimin laughed and reached for the bag of ice on the counter.
You grabbed the limes and started cutting them in halves with the help of a cutting board, the clean citrus smell mixing with the sharp bite of tequila the second May twisted the cap open.
“So you brought Tae, huh?” Jimin didn’t take long enough to bring it up.
“He's my best friend, it's not weird.” you justified, watching Jimin steal one of the lime wedges only to wince when the juice hit his tongue straight.
“I'm your best friend.” May corrected, spreading salt on a small plate and the ice was dumped into the pitcher.
You rolled your eyes. “He's my boy best friend.”
“Press her once more and she'll use the right word.” Jimin told May with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Stop, it's not like that.” you grumbled, looking out to the living room to make sure no one outside the kitchen was listening.
“You want it to be.” May said, and you had no arguments for her when she knew too much. “I'm just saying bringing him here tonight is a couplely move.”
“There are plenty of single people here.” you wiped your fingers on a paper towel, passed May the last lime half, and stepped closer when she started adding everything in, all three of you crowding around the blender.
“Looking to hook up with other single people.” May was not only the owner of a new house, but of very good points as well, it seemed. “Just ask Alyssa.”
You wish the mention of the girl’s name didn’t hit you square in the chest like it did. It’s not like you had anything against her, not really… She had been nothing but nice to you ever since you met, the kind of girl that lights up rooms and people write songs about. But she’d also had her eyes on Taehyung every time you brought him around.
“Alyssa is here?” you asked again, because you hadn’t seen her when you first came in.
“Worried?” Jimin asked, already knowing the answer when your shoulders dropped.
You turned around before you could stop yourself, eyes crossing the open space of the living room until they found Taehyung near the wall, one shoulder tipped back against it like he had settled there for only a second and somehow gotten stuck.
Alyssa stood close enough that it made something in your stomach pull tight, her hand brushing his arm when she laughed, head tilted just a little too prettily, the whole thing carrying that soft, easy kind of flirting girls like her never had to force. Taehyung laughed too, looking down at her with that warm attention that always did dangerous things to your insides, and even from the kitchen you could see how comfortable he looked standing there with her, how natural it seemed, and the sight hit in one clean, ugly wave that sat hot and heavy under your ribs.
May slid the blender pitcher closer to the line of cups and announced that the margaritas were done, Jimin already reaching to help pass glasses around just as Seokjin and Namjoon drifted into the kitchen like they had followed the sound of people having a better time somewhere else.
There was no big call for everyone to move, no moment made out of it, just the easy shuffle of people grabbing their drinks and heading toward the patio together, talking over one another on the way out.
You turned on instinct, your own drink already in your hand, ready to ask Taehyung if he wanted to come with you, but stopped when you caught Alyssa handing Taehyung's phone back to him, as if he’d just typed something on it. The thought landed quietly, not sharp enough to make you angry, only enough to make you step back from calling to your best friend.
Because if something was happening there, if they wanted to keep talking, then you were not about to get in the middle of it.
The backyard looked just as new as the rest of the house, a clean stone patio stretched out from the back doors, stepping down into a small square of trimmed grass bordered by dark rocks and carefully placed shrubs.
Off to one side, May had already set up a couple of outdoor couches with cream cushions that still looked too untouched, like nobody had fully broken them in yet, while a few lawn chairs were scattered around in a loose circle as if people had started claiming spots before the party even properly settled. There were tall planters near the fence, soft garden lights fixed low along the edges.
You ended up dropping into the space between Jimin and Seokjin on one of the couches, tucking one leg under yourself as you brought the margarita to your mouth for another careful sip. It had way too much tequila for your taste, the kind that burned first and tasted like lime second, so you took it slow and let the cold glass rest against your thigh between sips.
“Too strong?” Jimin asked, one look at your face giving you away.
“May still makes drinks like she was trying to disinfect us from the inside out.” you swallowed and gave the drink a suspicious look.
“That means it’s a good drink.” Seokjin let out a laugh into his own cup.
“No, it meant she lost count halfway through pouring.” you corrected with a little grimace.
“Same thing.” Jin said with a shrug.
Jimin leaned forward, whispering conspiratorily: “Give it ten minutes and Namjoon is going to start talking about real estate like he personally helped build the house.”
“I heard that–” Namjoon huffed from one of the lawn chairs where he was lounging.
“I wasn’t hiding it from you.” Jimin shot back.
You smiled into your glass, shoulders loosening a little as Seokjin bumped his knee lightly against yours.
“Remember her old apartment?” Seokjin asked.
“I still have nightmares about that bathroom.” Jimin made a face immediately. “You could brush your teeth while sitting on the toilet.”
“That was an efficient design!” you said, a little defensive even despite your laughs. That bathroom had seen a lot of your hungover mornings and it never told your secrets.
“That was poverty!” May yelled from across the patio, making all three of you laugh.
“And yet,” Seokjin went on, looking around with exaggerated seriousness, “we all still came over every weekend like we were living the free life.”
“We were twenty-two and stupid.” Jimin said with a raise of his glass.
“We were twenty-two and jobless.” you raised your own glass just to feel young again.
Jimin turned to you with fake offense all over his pretty face: “I had a job.”
“You worked at your uncle’s café two afternoons a week.” Namjoon rebutted with a scoff.
“It was still employment!” Jimin whined.
Seokjin nodded. “Part-time nepo baby.”
Jimin gasped, hand to chest, and you finally laughed around the next sip, wincing right after when the tequila hit again:
“To May’s new house.”
“To May’s new house.” you echoed, touching your glass lightly to theirs as the conversation rolled on like it always had, easy and warm and worn in from years of knowing exactly how to pull laughter out of each other.
And then you noticed him almost right away, even with the patio full enough to split your attention. Through the glass doors, Taehyung paused on the other side of the porch light, eyes moving over the backyard like he was searching for someone specific, and your heart gave one small, stupid jump the second his face changed when he found you.
It was immediate, easy to read even from where you sat. Something in him lit up, softening his whole face before he even stepped outside, and you hated what that one look did to you after everything you had just told yourself in the kitchen.
Jimin noticed too, because of course he did. He cleared his throat beside you and nudged your arm with his elbow in a way that was far too knowing to be innocent, then pushed himself up with his drink and casually abandoned his spot, moving to annoy Namjoon’s personal space.
By the time you looked back up, Taehyung was already there, catching the open space like it had always been meant to be his. He sat down beside you without hesitation, pulling off his red jacket before you could ask what he was doing, and draped it over your legs in one easy movement, covering your bare thighs and the side of your dress the night air had started getting to. The gesture was so natural it almost felt practiced.
Your eyes lifted on instinct, scanning past his shoulder, almost expecting Alyssa to appear behind him or step out onto the patio a second later, but the glass doors only showed the warm blur of people still inside, moving through the kitchen and living room with drinks of their own.
“I got this for you.” Taehyung held up a small mandarin between his fingers, and it looked almost ridiculous in his hand, bright and glossy and so much smaller than his palm that it made you smile before you could keep yourself in check.
Even from that close, you could spot the tiny hot-stamped Jeju sticker pressed onto the peel, the kind that made it obvious this was not just any fruit someone grabbed from a corner store, but from somewhere expensive.
“Where did you find that?” you chuckled, already feeling the rest of the patio blur at the edges as your attention settled fully on him.
“May’s fridge.” he shrugged, like snooping through someone’s kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.
“When she said feel at home, I don’t think that’s what she meant–”
Taehyung only shrugged, like of course he had stolen fruit out of someone else’s fridge for you, like that did not need any further explanation. Then he lowered his eyes to the mandarin and started peeling it with a care that made your chest feel strangely tight. His thumb pressed into the skin just enough to break it, the peel lifting back in soft strips under his fingers, and each little squeeze released that fresh, sweet citrus scent into the cold air between you.
You watched his hands more than you meant to, the steady way he worked, unhurried and precise, and it did something unfair to your heart when it should have been the simplest thing in the world. But it was coming from him, which made it feel like more.
With was always more with Taehyung.
Once the fruit was bare in his palm, he split off one piece and started pulling away the thin white strings clinging to it, taking his time with the same quiet focus. You knew exactly why he was doing it. He had seen you pick at them before, complaining about the texture until only the clean pulp was left.
“Damn, let the girl eat some fibers.” Seokjin said from your other side, amusement easy in his voice.
Taehyung did not even look up. “I like enabling her.”
“You’re the only one.” Seokjin shot back, the kind of teasing that had always belonged to the two of you.
Taehyung’s mouth twitched, but there was something a little firmer under it when he answered:
“She only needs one, so.” he kept going, stripping the last stubborn bit of white from the piece between his fingers like Seokjin had not said a thing.
One of the girls sitting near May let out a dramatic sound.
“That’s actually sick. My boyfriend won’t even bring me water, and you’re out here peeling the strings off too?”
Another voice laughed with her, but it all blurred a little at the edges for you. You almost waited for Taehyung to correct it, to say it was not like that, that he was just being nice. He never did. He only looked at you, the peeled piece of fruit held up near your mouth, his eyes steady enough to make your pulse trip over itself.
When you leaned in and took it with your lips, his gaze stayed there the whole time, fixed on your mouth in a way that made the sweet burst of juice feel secondary to the heat climbing up your neck.
“I’m not always on board with stealing, but this is actually really good.” you said after swallowing, still tasting the burst of sweet juice on your tongue.
Taehyung smiled under his breath like that had been the point all along, already working on the next piece before the first one had barely gone down. The orange peel, the thin white strings, even two small seeds he had picked out rested carelessly on the knees of his jeans, and he did not seem bothered by any of it.
His hands kept moving with the same quiet patience, making a mess of himself so you would not have to deal with any of it.
“Alyssa brought them for May.” he said, glancing down at the fruit as he cleaned another segment for you. “As a house gift, I think. She said they came from some farmer’s market near her place that gets them from Jeju Island.”
“Oh.”
“I asked for the guy’s number. If you want more, I can get them for you.” he gave one small shrug, like this had all been obvious.
Your stomach fluttered again at the mention of Alyssa, but this time it turned on itself almost right away, the ugly little knot loosening as fast as it had formed. You looked at him for a second, then at the fruit in his hand, and the alcohol warming your chest made your mouth move before your pride could stop it: “I thought she gave you her number.”
“Why would I need her number?” Taehyung finally looked up, eyebrows pulling together like the idea had not crossed his mind once.
“Have you looked at her?” you let out a soft scoff, trying to play it off even as your face felt warmer than it should have.
He held the next piece up to your mouth before answering, waiting until you leaned in and took it from his fingers.
“She’s not my type.” he said simply.
Jimin, who had absolutely been listening from his seat this whole time, made a delighted sound like he had just been handed gossip and dessert at the same time.
“What’s your type, Taehyung-ssi?” the man wanted to know immediately.
Taehyung did not even hesitate. He kept his eyes on the mandarin in his hands as he peeled away another stubborn string, but the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Someone who still uses gel pens to write notes and refuses to eat fiber unless it comes from popcorn.”
The reactions that followed stayed soft everywhere but under your own skin. One of the girls let out an immediate, breathy ‘aw’, another groaned like she had just witnessed something unfair, and Jimin’s mouth curved into that deeply satisfied little smile of someone who had seen this coming from ten miles away.
Beside you, Seokjin lifted his hand toward Taehyung for a high five over the boldness of the words, only to be completely ignored as Taehyung kept working on the fruit like nothing had happened.
Seokjin looked at his own hand for a second, then slapped it against his other palm himself, and that was what earned the quiet burst of laughter from the group.
“Is there something you didn’t tell us?” May asked from across the patio, narrowing her eyes at the two of you with instant suspicion. “You would tell me if you’re dating, right?”
“We’re not.” Taehyung glanced up at that, then back down to the mandarin in his hands. Something in your chest dipped before he added, just as simply: “I was hoping we would be, after tonight.”
You turned to look at him so fast your shoulder brushed his. “What?”
“Our movie date got cut short.” only then did he lift his eyes to yours, and there was nothing dramatic in his face, nothing played up for the people around you. He just looked at you openly, like this was the easiest truth in the world to say. “Now all I have left is peeling mandarins and hoping you understand what I’m doing.”
For a second, you could only stare at him.
The patio did not go silent. People were still talking around you, May was still laughing somewhere to your left, a chair scraped lightly over stone, and somebody inside the house opened one of the sliding doors just enough for a swell of music to spill out before it shut again.
But all of it felt farther away now, softened at the edges, like the whole night had folded in around the small space the two of you occupied on the patio couch.
Taehyung, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was, knee pressed lightly to yours under the weight of his jacket still draped over your legs. He picked a seed from the next segment and dropped it onto his jeans with the rest of the mess, not caring in the slightest what he looked like.
“So,” he said, quieter now, only for you. “Did it get the point across?”
You looked at the fruit in his hand, at the white strings gathered over the blue denim on his knees, at the bright peel curled near his leg, then back at his face. He was watching you with that same open steadiness, like he was not nervous at all, like saying what he meant had never once felt unnatural to him.
Your stomach fluttered so hard it almost hurt.
“Maybe a little.” you murmured.
“A little?” his eyebrows lifted.
“You might have to keep going.” your heart was fluttering like crazy in your chest.
The grin that spread over his face came slow and warm, lighting him up in a way that made your chest squeeze all over again.
“That’s fine.” he said, already lifting the next perfect piece to your mouth. “I bought myself at least another five minutes with this one.”
You were full on expecting things to become awkward between you and Taehyung, after the small and blunt, but very honest confession that passed between the two of you, in front of all of your other friends, no less. Instead, even when it was just the two of you inside his car, his fingers smelling of mandarin juice and you smelling of the perfume that clung to his jacket you were now wearing, the mood was light.
Well, as light as it could be, now that you knew tonight was supposed to be your first date with your best friend. It was all so surreal to you, that you couldn’t find the right words to say, or even any wrong ones, just to break the silence. And Taehyung clearly noticed it, too, when he started driving away from May’s new neighborhood and said:
“Was I out of line?” his tone was low and calm, so much so that you almost missed the question.
“Huh?” you looked at him, noticing how both hands on the steering wheel now. You shook your head right away. “No, you were… You. Which, for the record, is how I like you.”
“Careful with that word now, babe.” his shoulders seemed to relax, but just a smidge. “I might think you mean it.”
“You peeled me an expensive mandarin, of course I mean it.” you chuckled, taking your own leap of faith and resting your hand on his thigh, just like he had done to you so many times before.
“That’s what did it, huh?” his right hand rested on top of yours, and as much as you’d held hands before, it never felt quite like this.
“Actually, what did it was you bribing my desk-mate to exchange places with you so you could sit by my side in school.” you told him with a new laugh, feeling the small clench of his fingers around yours. “The mandarin only reminded me you’ve always been like this with me.”
Taehyung let your words sink in, the fact that you had a crush on him for decades now. You watched his small pout disappear just as fast as it appeared, like he wondered, just for a moment, how much time you lost by being young and not knowing any better. But then he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, like he decided no time would be wasted from now on.
“So am I dropping you off?” Taehyung asked you, and there was a lot more behind those words than you might have been expecting. “Or do I get a little more time tonight?”
“Can you peel this one for breakfast tomorrow?” you pulled the second mandarin from the jacket’s pocket, making Taehyung laugh so hard it filled the car.
“I definitely can.”
The conversation kept flowing as he drove, easy and unforced, moving from one thought to the next with the kind of rhythm that only came from knowing someone for years.
It was light, familiar, full of the little things that would have sounded meaningless to anyone else, but with him it never felt like filling silence. Your hand stayed in his over the center console, his thumb brushing yours every now and then as the city passed outside in quiet stretches of yellow light.
Nothing about it felt staged or fragile, nothing about it made you nervous in the way new things usually did for you. If anything, it felt like stepping into something that had been waiting for you both for a very long time, and now that you were finally here, there was no awkwardness to it at all.
The walk from the car to the elevator of his building was quiet, your heels clicking softly beside his sneakers. His red jacket still hung over your shoulders, carrying his warmth and that faint cologne you’d known for years. Taehyung kept one hand lightly at the small of your back, guiding you without any real pressure, like he just needed the contact.
Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the soft hum filled the small space. You leaned against the mirrored wall, watching him press the button for his floor. When he turned back to you, the air felt thicker. He stepped closer, not quite crowding you, but close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes and smell the faint citrus still clinging to his fingers.
“Hi.” he murmured, almost silly after everything tonight.
“Hi.” you whispered back, biting down on a smile.
The elevator dinged far too soon. Taehyung took your hand again as you stepped out into the quiet hallway, his thumb brushing your knuckles the whole way to his door.
He unlocked it with one hand, pushing the door open and letting you step inside first. The familiar scent of his apartment wrapped around you, clean laundry, a hint of sandalwood, and something that was just undeniably him. You kicked off your heels by the door out of habit, toes sinking into the soft rug. Taehyung followed, toeing off his red sneakers and setting them neatly beside yours like they belonged there.
The click of the door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have.
For a second you both just stood there in the entryway, the weight of the night settling around you. Then Taehyung moved.
One hand came up to rest on the door beside your head, the other gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. He stepped in until his body was only a breath away from yours, caging you in without trapping you; tall, warm, and so close you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through his white shirt.
His eyes searched yours, dark and steady, a tiny furrow between his brows like he was holding his breath.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “But if it feels wrong… if it’s awkward… we stop. We go back to mandarins and movie nights and I’ll still be the happiest guy in the world just being your best friend. Okay?”
Your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You nodded, swallowing past the flutter in your throat.
“Okay.”
Taehyung leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His nose brushed yours first, soft and tentative. Then his lips touched yours, gentle and warm, testing. The first press was feather-light, almost careful, like he was afraid the years between you might shatter if he pushed too hard.
For one heartbeat it felt like the world held its breath with you.
Then something clicked.
His lips moved against yours with quiet certainty, tilting his head just enough to fit better, and the kiss deepened naturally, sweetly, like breathing. There was no awkwardness, no clash of noses or hesitation in rhythm. Just warmth, the faint taste of mandarin and the way his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.
A soft sound escaped you, half sigh, half relief, and Taehyung answered it with a tiny, involuntary hum against your mouth, like the tension he’d been carrying for years finally unraveled.
When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing a little faster, his eyes were shining.
“Fuck.” he whispered, a soft laugh coloring the word. “That didn’t feel like breaking anything.”
“No… it felt like finally starting.” you let out a shaky laugh too, your hands having found their way to his chest at some point, fingers curled into his shirt.
His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes following the motion with open wonder.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and a little rough. “Yeah.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, but still unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every second of it. One hand stayed at the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies pressed together. The kiss stayed sweet, but there was a quiet thrill underneath it now, a spark that made your stomach flip and your fingers tighten in his shirt.
When you finally parted, Taehyung didn’t step back. He stayed right there, caged around you against the door, smiling that small, private smile you’d only ever seen aimed at you.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh: “We just kissed.”
“We did.” he whispered back, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. His thumb brushed your cheek again, like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do that now. “And it was… good. Really good.”
“Really good.” you echoed, feeling giddy and warm all over.
Taehyung pressed one last gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back just enough to let you breathe. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and tugged you gently away from the door.
“Come here.” he said, voice soft and a little shy as he led you down the short hallway into the living room.
The space was familiar just like the rest of the apartment, the big comfortable couch you’d both fallen asleep on during countless movie nights, the low lamp casting a warm glow that never seemed to be turned off, no matter how much you pointed out his energy bill.
You both dropped onto the couch, knees bumping, and suddenly the giggles hit. Soft, unstoppable little laughs that came from pure relief and disbelief.
“I can’t believe you’re finally my girl.” Taehyung laughed under his breath, and if it was anyone else saying those words, you would have cringed. But it was Tae, so the words landed so sweetly that your chest fluttered hard.
“Your girl?” you repeated, teasing but unable to hide how much you liked hearing it.
“Yeah.” he sounded almost shy now, the confident Taehyung from the patio giving way to the boy who once bought you a grape gel pen just to make up for embarrassing you. “If you want to be.”
The moment stretched tender and sweet between you until Taehyung’s expression shifted into something more careful, more concerned.
“Hey… you’re not drunk, right?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly. “May’s margaritas are no joke. You said they were strong.”
“I’m fine, Tae. I barely drank half of it.” you shook your head quickly, smiling at how thoughtful he was even now. “The tequila hit hard at first, but I’m perfectly sober, I promise.”
“Okay. But just in case… wait here.” he studied your face for a second longer, then nodded, still looking a little protective.
Before you could protest, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his socked feet quiet on the floor.
While he was gone, you shrugged off his red jacket, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of the couch. The cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin now that you were no longer covered by the heavy fabric. Your dress suddenly felt a little shorter, a little more revealing than it had all night, the neckline sitting lower, the hem riding up just enough on your thighs as you sat with your legs tucked under you.
You were suddenly very aware of how much you were showing, and even more aware that Taehyung would notice the second he came back.
The thought sent another flutter through your stomach, nervous, but the good kind.
You heard the fridge door close, the soft clink of a glass bottle, and then his footsteps returning. When Taehyung stepped back into the living room with the cold bottle of water in hand, his eyes did exactly what you expected: they flicked down to your bare shoulders, the curve of your collarbones, the way the dress now clung a little differently without the jacket hiding you.
He paused for half a second, throat working as he swallowed. Then he cleared it softly and continued toward you, handing you the water with a small, warm smile that didn’t quite hide the new heat in his gaze.
“Here.” he said, voice a touch lower than before. “Drink some.”
You took the cold bottle from him, your fingers brushing his in a way that felt more intentional now. The first sip of water was refreshing against the lingering warmth of the margarita and the heat still blooming under your skin from his kisses. Taehyung watched you the whole time, eyes soft but noticeably darker as they traced the line of your throat and then dropped lower.
“You look really pretty like this.” he cleared his throat quietly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.
“Like what?” you asked, teasing even though your cheeks warmed.
“Without my jacket hiding you.” his gaze flicked down again, then back to your face, almost apologetic. “I don’t know where to put my hands now.”
The honest admission made you laugh softly, the sound light and affectionate. You set the water on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch until your knees pressed together.
“You can put them on me, Tae.” you told him easily. “We’re not exactly strangers.”
He let out a breath that sounded half-relieved, half-nervous, and reached for you. One warm palm settled carefully on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress, while the other came up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing circles. The touch was gentle, still testing, like he was giving you every chance to guide him or slow him down.
For a moment you just sat there like that, sitting close, breathing each other in, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around you. Then Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the side, landing on the second mandarin you’d pulled from his jacket pocket earlier and left on the coffee table.
A small, fond smile crossed his face.
“I know you said you wanted that for breakfast, but you can have it now, if you’re hungry. We didn’t eat much tonight.” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “You want me to peel it?”
You nodded, biting your lip to hide how much the simple offer affected you. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
He picked up the fruit with the hand that had been on your neck, but his fingers were noticeably less steady than they’d been on the patio, a faint tremble as he started working the peel. The citrus scent bloomed between you again, sharp and sweet, mixing with the warm sandalwood of his apartment.
You watched his hands, the way his long fingers pressed into the skin, peeling it back in careful strips. Juice glistened on his fingertips, and every now and then his eyes would flick up to yours, checking, wanting.
When he finally split off a clean segment and began pulling away the thin white strings with the same patient focus as before, you felt the familiar flutter low in your stomach, only stronger now, heavier with everything that had already changed tonight.
Taehyung held the piece up between you, offering it like he had on the patio. But this time, instead of simply taking it with your lips, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around it… and around the tips of his fingers.
The juice burst sweet across your tongue. You let your lips linger for a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing softly against his skin to catch the sticky citrus that clung there. Your eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, wide, warm, and a little daring.
Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. His whole body went still except for the faint tremor that ran through the hand still resting on your thigh. His pupils blew wide, dark and stunned, as he watched you slowly pull back, lips sliding off his fingers with one last gentle swipe of your tongue.
“You can’t do this to me…” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the softest way. The words came out almost like a plea, but his eyes were shining with pure want. “Not after waiting this long. Not when you look at me like that.”
The air between you felt heavier now, thicker with the citrus scent still clinging to his fingers and the quiet sound of your breathing. You smiled, a little shy, a little bold, and licked your lips once more just to watch the way his gaze followed the motion.
Before you could say anything, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower, warm and curious.
“Let me have a taste too.” he murmured, eyes flicking from your mouth back to the half-peeled mandarin in his hand. “See what all the fuss is about.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he broke off another small segment, but this time he didn’t offer it to you. He popped it into his own mouth first, chewing slowly, juice glistening on his lower lip. Then he leaned in, one hand still resting high on your thigh.
The kiss started soft again, like you were learning he liked, just the press of his lips against yours, but the moment his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, it deepened into something far more sensual.
He tasted like sweet mandarin and warmth, and he explored you unhurriedly, like he wanted to learn every detail. Taehyung’s teeth caught your bottom lip in a gentle nibble, tugging lightly before soothing it with his tongue. You sighed into him, and he answered by sucking softly on your tongue, slow and drawing another quiet sound from your throat.
Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up into his messy waves, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine. Taehyung’s free hand didn’t stay still either, it slipped beneath the hem of your dress, palm gliding slowly up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping just short of where the fabric ended higher up. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, teasing the edge of your underwear without pushing further, like he was still giving you every chance to set the pace.
Tae pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours with every word:
“God, you taste even better like this.” he whispered, voice rough and shaky with want. His fingers flexed gently on your thigh, the other hand still tangled in your hair. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay? I just… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long. Touching you.”
You answered by pulling him back in, your own hands tightening in his hair as the kiss picked up again, deeper, slower, more exploratory. His palm slid a little higher under your dress, the heat of his touch making your stomach tighten with anticipation, while your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, earning you another low, pleased sound from deep in his chest.
Everything stayed tender, but the spark from the mandarin moment had ignited into a slow-burning flame that was quickly becoming impossible to ignore.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, lips slightly swollen, hair deliciously messed up from your fingers. His hand was still warm under the hem of your dress, resting high on your thigh, but you wanted it closer.
“Stand up for me?” he asked softly, voice husky but gentle, like he was still checking if this was okay.
You nodded, heart hammering. He helped you to your feet, both of you rising from the couch in one fluid motion. Once you were standing, Taehyung stayed seated for a second longer, looking up at you with open wonder. Then he rose too, tall frame unfolding until he towered over you, broad shoulders and warm presence making the space between you feel smaller in the best way.
His hands found your waist first, steady and warm.
“Can I…?” he murmured, fingers brushing the zipper at the side of your dress.
“Yes.” you whispered.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, and with careful hands he eased the dress off your shoulders. It slid down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties. No bra, the cool air kissing your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
Taehyung’s breath caught audibly. His eyes dropped to your bare breasts, dark and appreciative, lingering.
“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” he said, almost under his breath, like the words slipped out before he could stop them. One large hand came up, hesitating just a moment before his palm gently cupped the underside of one breast, thumb brushing over the soft curve. “I didn’t know… God, I didn’t know you were this perfect.”
The size difference hit you then, him standing so close, so much taller, his broad frame making you feel small and cherished all at once. You swallowed, warmth flooding your cheeks and lower belly.
Taehyung seemed to notice the effect too. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, one hand still on your breast, the other resting at your waist. “Look at you.” he murmured, voice low, like he knew exactly what to say to undo you. “So small next to me… and still driving me crazy.”
“You’re not exactly small yourself, Tae.” you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped, even as your pulse raced.
His grin widened for a second, warm and affectionate, before he stepped back just enough to reach behind his neck and tug his white shirt off in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor beside your dress. Your eyes drank him in; the smooth, tanned planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his stomach, the way his shoulders looked even broader without anything covering them. You had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with permission to stare. Never with the knowledge that you could touch.
For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at each other in the soft lamplight. The tension was thick, palpable, crackling in the silence. His eyes traced every inch of your bare skin; yours did the same to him, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his jeans, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now, the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his pants.
Taehyung was the first to move. He took your hand and guided you back toward the couch, his touch gentle despite the heat in his gaze. “Come here, my girl.”
He eased you down onto your back, following you so he settled between your parted legs. The couch was wide enough that he could brace himself on one forearm without crushing you, his body covering yours in warm, delicious weight. The moment he lowered himself, you felt the hard line of his cock press against your core through the thin layers of fabric still separating you, denim against lace, hot and insistent.
A soft gasp left your lips at the contact.
Taehyung groaned quietly, forehead dropping to your collarbones.
“Sorry… you just feel so good already.” he rolled his hips once, slow and lazy, letting you feel him fully. Then he captured your mouth again in a heated, unhurried kiss.
This kiss was lazier than the ones before, deeper and more indulgent. His tongue slid against yours in slow strokes, occasionally pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip or suck gently on your tongue the way you were quickly learning he loved. Your hands roamed freely now, one threading back into his messy waves, the other sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms as he moved.
Tae’s own hands weren’t idle. One stayed at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened under his touch. The other slipped between your bodies, palm gliding up your inner thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, teasing without rushing. All the while he kept that slow, grinding rhythm against you, his cock pressing and rubbing right where you needed him most through the fabric.
Every roll of his hips sent sparks through you. Every sigh and quiet moan he drew from your mouth seemed to make him hungrier, yet he never hurried, like he wanted to savor every second of finally having you like this.
“Been dreaming about this… having you under me. Feeling you like this.” his voice was low and rough against your lips, every word punctuated by another slow roll of his hips that pressed his cock harder against your clothed pussy.
You whimpered softly, fingers tightening in his hair, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.
Taehyung kissed you once more, deep and lingering, before he began to trail his mouth downward. He took his time, lips brushing along your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. When he reached your neck he sucked lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made your breath hitch. Lower still, his mouth found your collarbone, then the swell of your breast.
He groaned the moment his lips closed around your nipple, warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the peaked bud, then with more intention in slow, rhythmic pulls that had your back arching off the couch.
A soft cry escaped you when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, followed immediately by soothing licks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and biting until the skin flushed and bore faint red marks that would bloom later. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t attending to, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just released.
Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between your legs. You writhed beneath him, one hand still tangled in his messy waves, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips rolled up instinctively, seeking more friction.
Taehyung hummed in satisfaction against your skin, the vibration traveling through you. He kissed a slow, wet path down the center of your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle breathlessly before the sound melted into another moan. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes gleaming with heat and quiet awe.
His hand slipped beneath the lace without warning, two long fingers gliding through your folds. The moment he felt how slick you were, a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” he murmured, voice thick with wonder. His fingers teased your entrance, circling slowly, spreading the wetness up to your clit without quite giving you the pressure you craved. “All this for me? Been thinking about me like this too?”
You nodded frantically, hips twitching under his touch. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable now.
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of your panties, then looked up again, lips curved in a small, teasing smile: “I wonder if you taste even better than those Jeju mandarins.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
“Tae… please. Find out.” you whined, high and needy, fingers tightening in his hair.
That was all he needed.
You lifted your hips eagerly, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. He tossed the lace aside, leaving you completely bare beneath him. For a moment he just looked, eyes dark, chest rising faster, taking in every inch of you spread out on his couch.
Then he settled lower between your thighs, broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart. He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, alternating sides, getting closer and closer until you felt his warm breath against your pussy.
The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit that had your back arching sharply off the cushions. Taehyung moaned loudly against you, the sound raw and unrestrained, like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had.
“God… you taste so fucking good.” he groaned, voice muffled against your folds. He dove back in with the same patient, exploratory focus he’d shown with every kiss and every peeled mandarin. His tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened again to lap at you broadly, savoring every drop. He alternated between long, luxurious licks and gentle suction, humming and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.
When two of his long fingers slipped inside you, curling slowly to find that perfect spot, your moan broke into a shaky cry. He pumped them lazily at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your hips started to rock against his face. His free hand stayed on your stomach, holding you gently in place while he devoured you, wet, obscene sounds filling the living room along with your gasps and whimpers.
Taehyung was lost in it. Every time you clenched around his fingers or tugged harder at his hair, he groaned louder, hips subtly grinding against the couch for his own relief. He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then soothed with broad licks again, completely focused on pulling more of those sounds from you.
You were trembling, thighs tightening around his head, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice hoarse and dripping with need.
“That’s it, my girl… let me hear you.” he teased, and then the next words almost did you right then and there: “Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”
Taehyung’s voice was barely more than a growl against your soaked pussy before he dove back in with renewed hunger. His mouth turned starved, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, then sucking it between his lips with firm, insistent pulls that made your thighs shake.
He groaned loudly into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt as two long fingers pumped deeper inside you, stretching you open with every thrust.
He was relentless now, lost in the taste of you. His tongue worked faster, alternating between quick, desperate licks and hard suction, while his fingers curled and scissored, always aiming for that spot that made your back bow off the couch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room, the slick slide of his fingers, the obscene noises of his mouth devouring your pussy, your own broken moans growing louder and more desperate.
Your hips rocked frantically against his face, chasing the pleasure as it built unbearably fast. One hand fisted tight in his messy waves, the other gripping the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Tae– oh god, Tae–” you gasped, voice cracking.
He moaned in response, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, stretching your tight cunt around them. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.
Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Taehyung didn’t slow down, he kept licking and sucking through every wave, groaning like he was the one coming undone, milking every last tremor from your body until you were trembling and gasping beneath him.
Only when your hips started twitching from oversensitivity did he finally ease up. He gentled his tongue into slow, soothing licks, then carefully withdrew his fingers, replacing them with one last soft kiss to your pulsing clit.
Taehyung climbed up your body slowly, kissing a wet trail up your stomach and between your breasts before burying his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers slid back between your legs, gently pumping into your soaked cunt again, slow, lazy strokes to ease you through the aftershocks. Like now that he had a feel of you, his fingers couldn’t stay away.
And despite the oversensitivity, you couldn’t get enough of it either.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to your chest, one hand stroking through his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles over his bare back. Both of you were breathing hard, skin warm and slightly damp with sweat.
“Fuck, Tae…” you whispered, voice still shaky with pleasure. “Your tongue felt so good. I didn’t know you were that good at it. I’m… honestly surprised.”
He let out a soft, muffled laugh against your neck, but you felt the way his body tensed at the praise, his hips twitching hard against your thigh through his jeans. The reaction was immediate and unmistakable; your words seemed to make him even hornier.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head: “I’ve been dying to see you. I know you’re big.”
Taehyung lifted his head just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark but sparkling with shy amusement.
“Can you tell?” he chuckled, the sound abashed and boyish.
“I’ve seen your morning woods before.” You giggled with the admittance, the sound light despite how wrecked you still felt. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, a dramatic gasp escaping him. “Come on, how many sleepovers did we have?!”
“I still didn’t know you noticed it!” he laughed, that sweet laugh you’d loved for years in silence, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners even now. “At least I guess you know what to expect.”
“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” you teased, sliding one hand between your bodies until your palm cupped the hard, heavy outline of his cock through his jeans.
Taehyung groaned deeply, hips rolling forward to press his bulge firmer into your hand.
“Why?” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Are you going anywhere?”
You laughed breathlessly, still cupping his hard length through the denim, giving him one slow squeeze that made his hips jerk forward again.
Taehyung groaned low in his throat, then suddenly pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need you on my bed now.” he rasped, voice rough with want.
He pushed himself up from the couch in one smooth motion, towering over you again. Strong hands slid under your arms and helped you stand on slightly shaky legs. The second you were upright, he turned you gently so your back pressed flush against his front. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight as he started walking you both toward his bedroom.
The familiar short hallway felt longer than usual when Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off you. One palm stayed splayed possessively over your stomach while the other roamed higher, cupping and kneading your breast. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed hot and insistent against the curve of your ass with every step. He leaned down repeatedly to mouth at your neck, open, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucks and the occasional scrape of teeth that made your knees weak.
“Tae… we’re never going to make it if you keep doing that.” you stumbled a little, giggling softly when his arm tightened to steady you.
“Don’t care.” he murmured against your skin, hips rolling once so you could feel exactly how hard he was. “Been waiting too long to rush now.”
By the time you reached his bedroom doorway, your skin was flushed and tingling everywhere he’d touched. The warm glow of the bedside lamp was already on, casting soft golden light over the big bed and the familiar scattered details of his room.
“Do you always keep that light on, or were you planning on seducing me like this tonight?” you glanced at the lamp, then back at him with a teasing smile as he finally loosened his hold so you could step forward.
“It’s not the first time I left that on.” he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you blame me for hoping?”
The honest confession made something warm bloom in your chest, like it had been happening all night. You laughed softly, the sound light and affectionate, and walked the few steps to his bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, completely bare, and let your eyes roam over him, eating him up with your gaze.
“Let’s see it, then.” you said, voice sweet but dripping with teasing challenge. You tilted your head, smiling up at him. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Taehyung’s expression shifted. The shy, second-guessing boy from earlier melted away, replaced by quiet cockiness and pure confidence. He stepped closer until he stood right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at his face.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and popped the button of his jeans. The zipper came down slowly. He shoved the denim down his long legs and kicked it aside, leaving him in just the black boxers that did very little to hide how hard he was.
Then those came off too.
Your mouth went dry.
He was big alright, longer and thicker than the morning woods or the grinding against you on the couch had ever prepared you for. His cock stood flushed and heavy against his stomach, the head a deep, angry red and already leaking steadily, a glossy bead of precum sliding down the shaft. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together instinctively, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.
Taehyung watched your reaction with dark, satisfied eyes, one hand casually wrapping around the base of his cock and giving himself one slow stroke.
“Still think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but the way his cock twitched in his grip told you he was just as affected.
You licked your lips, unable to look away. “I… might need to call in sick.”
He let out a soft, husky laugh and stepped even closer, his free hand coming down to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
Taehyung’s thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, his voice dropping into something raw and needy.
“Touch me.” he murmured, almost begging. “Please, baby…”
The plea hit you straight in the chest; and lower. Your heart fluttered hard at how desperate he sounded, and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between your legs, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice like that.
You felt a little shy suddenly, despite everything you’d already done tonight. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and the moment you felt the scorching heat and velvet-soft skin, both of you let out a quiet sound.
Your hand looked so small and delicate against him, pretty fingers barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. Taehyung’s cock twitched visibly in your grip, another bead of precum welling at the flushed tip and sliding down slowly.
“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that. Your pretty little hand looks so tiny on me.”
The awe in his voice made you bolder. You used it against him, voice soft and sweet as you started stroking him slowly from base to tip: “You like that? Like seeing how small I am compared to you?”
“Yes– shit, yes. Love it.” Taehyung groaned, hips jerking forward into your fist.
You spread the leaking precum down his shaft with your thumb, making the slide smoother as you learned every inch of him, the thick vein running along the underside, the way he pulsed hot and heavy in your palm, how he seemed to grow even harder under your touch. Your strokes stayed slow and exploratory at first, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.
His moans became constant now, low and broken, like he could barely hold himself together. Every sound went straight to your core, making you wetter as you watched his abs tense and his chest rise faster with each pump of your hand.
You kept your eyes locked on his the whole time, refusing to look away even when you leaned forward. Your tongue darted out first, giving the leaking tip a slow lick that tasted salty-sweet. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply, one hand coming down to gently thread through your hair without pushing.
Then you opened your mouth wider, stretching your jaw to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the flushed head, the sheer size of him forcing your mouth open as you sank down slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
Taehyung let out a deep, guttural moan, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good already. My pretty girl…”
You sank down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your lips stretched wide around him, saliva already beginning to coat his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly at first, then with more confidence. The sounds were messy, wet, obscene slurps mixed with your soft hums and his constant, broken moans. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you worked him deeper, tongue pressing firmly along the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck… your mouth is so warm, so wet, shit, baby…” Taehyung’s hand stayed gentle in your hair, not forcing, just holding as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could until your nose nearly brushed his pelvis. Your free hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slickly with all the spit. Then your other hand slipped between his legs to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.
Taehyung’s entire body jerked. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest and his cock throbbed hard against your tongue. For a second he looked like he was about to lose it right there, hips stuttering as he fought for control.
You pulled off just enough to giggle around the head of his cock, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.
“Little brat.” he cursed breathlessly, voice strained and fond at the same time. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Still smiling, you gave his balls one last gentle squeeze before releasing them. Taehyung let out a shaky exhale, then gently tugged you off his cock with a wet pop. His chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at your swollen, shiny lips and the mess of spit on your chin.
“On the bed.” he instructed, voice rough but gentle. “Hands and knees. I need to see that pretty ass.”
You obeyed instantly, heat flooding your body at the command. Turning around, you crawled up the mattress toward the headboard, swaying your hips with every movement. You lowered your shoulders to the sheets, arching your back deeply so your ass was high in the air, knees spread wide, presenting yourself perfectly for him.
Behind you, Taehyung let out a low, strained hum that sounded more like a growl: “You shouldn’t be so good at that.”
“Neither of us are virgins, Tae.” you pointed out softly, cheek pressed to the cool sheet as you glanced back at him. “You met all of my boyfriends–”
The sharp smack of his palm against your ass cut you off, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to sting deliciously and make you gasp. The possessive edge in the gesture sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to your cunt.
“I’m the only boyfriend you’ll have from now on.” he said, voice low and serious, one big hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d just smacked. “The only one who gets to see you like this. Got it?”
“Yes… I only ever wanted you, Tae. Only you.” you moaned at the words, your pussy clenching visibly with how much his possessiveness turned you on.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words warm and rough at the same time.
He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You heard the slick sound of him pumping his cock a few times, then felt the blunt, leaking head press against your dripping entrance. He nudged it up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness, but he didn’t push inside. Just rested there, hot and heavy, teasing.
You whined impatiently, pushing back against him, but he stayed perfectly still. When you looked over your shoulder, you found him already staring at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, drinking in the sight of you presented so openly for him.
“Show me what you can do, then.” he murmured, voice thick with challenge and barely contained need.
It was your turn not to hesitate.
With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you pushed back onto him. The thick head of his cock parted your slick folds and began to sink inside your tight cunt, stretching you open inch by inch. You clenched around him on purpose, sucking him deeper with every backward movement, your walls fluttering and gripping as you took more of his impressive length.
“Fuck… that’s it. Taking me so well already.” Taehyung groaned low and long behind you, hands flexing on your hips.
You kept going, slow and confident, until your ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch was intense, he felt impossibly big, filling and stuffing your pussy completely. You stayed perfectly still once he was fully seated, cockwarming him while your walls fluttered and adjusted around his throbbing girth. Both of you breathed heavily in the quiet room, savoring the moment.
Taehyung’s hands roamed patiently over your body even as his cock twitched deep inside you. He spread your cheeks wider with both palms, groaning softly at the sight of where you were connected, your pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His hands then slid up your sides, tracing every curve, before gliding down the length of your spine in long, soothing strokes.
“So pretty like this.” he whispered, voice rough with restraint. “So fucking tight and warm around me… Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”
You stayed like that for a long moment, letting your body get used to the deep, full feeling of him. When your breathing finally evened out and the initial burn melted into pure pleasure, Taehyung’s hand slid up your back and gathered your hair into a loose fist. He gave it a firm, gentle pull, arching your back deeper and making you moan loudly as the new angle pushed him even further inside you.
“Gonna show me what this perfect ass can do or nah?” he teased, voice low and husky, the words laced with that cocky confidence he wore so well now.
You answered by starting to move.
You rocked your hips slowly at first, then began to really fuck him, swaying and swiveling in smooth, deliberate circles, rolling your ass back onto his cock with practiced rhythm. You cocked your hips on every downward stroke, taking him deep and grinding so your pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch of him.
Taehyung’s curses and moans spilled out under his breath, growing louder and more broken the faster you moved. “Shit– fuck, baby…”
His free hand stayed on your hip, gripping tight, while the other kept that gentle pull on your hair, guiding you as you rode him in deep, filthy strokes. He touched you everywhere he could reach, palm sliding up your spine, squeezing your ass, reaching underneath to cup and knead your breast.
“You’re so deep, Tae… God, you’re stuffing my pussy so full. I can feel every inch of you.” you moaned loudly with every thrust, voice breathy and wrecked.
The praise hit him hard. You felt his cock twitch violently inside you, his hips jerking up to meet your movements as another low groan tore from his throat.
“Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “You like how I fill you up? Like being stretched around my cock?”
“Love it… You’re so big, and you feel so perfect.” you nodded frantically, pushing back harder onto him, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Been waiting so long for this– for you to fuck me like this.”
Taehyung’s grip on your hair tightened just enough to make you gasp, his other hand sliding down to rub firm circles over your clit as you continued to ride him with steady, sinful rolls of your hips. His moans were constant now, raw and needy, every praise you gave him making him lose himself a little more.
Suddenly he pulled out with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Before you could whine at the loss, his strong hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion.
You squealed in surprise, the sound turning into a breathless laugh as you bounced lightly on the mattress. Taehyung was already moving, towering over you as he pushed your thighs wide apart. His eyes were dark and hungry, chest heaving.
He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
With one powerful thrust he shoved his thick cock back into your soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, punching a loud moan out of you as your back arched off the bed.
Taehyung caged you in immediately, forearms braced on either side of your head, his broad body covering yours completely. He started fucking you harder, faster, deeper strokes that made the bed creak beneath you. Skin slapped loudly against skin with every thrust, wet and filthy.
“Fuck– yes.” he groaned, voice rough and low. “This is what I needed. Want to see your face while I fuck you.”
He leaned down and latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, leaving little marks that made you cry out. Your nails raked down his back, leaving long scratches that only seemed to spur him on. He hissed in pleasure, hips snapping harder into you.
Every thrust was deep and good, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside your cunt over and over. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you pulled him even deeper.
“Tae– oh my god, you’re so deep.” you moaned, voice breaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” he growled against your skin, biting down on the side of your breast before soothing it with his tongue. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”
Dirty, open-mouthed kisses followed, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he kept pounding into you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your shared moans and gasps, filling the warm bedroom. His hips rolled with every thrust, grinding against your clit on the downstroke and making sparks explode behind your eyes.
You were both getting lost in each other, years of quiet longing finally pouring out in every desperate movement. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in harder whenever he hit that perfect angle. His mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then back to your lips for another sloppy, heated kiss.
“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher, opening you up even more for him. “This cunt was made for me. So tight, so wet– fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”
You whimpered, clenching around his thick cock as another wave of pleasure built fast and hot in your belly. “Tae… I’m close–”
He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing both your pleasure and his own.
“That’s it, my girl. Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart around me.”
The coil in your stomach tightened unbearably, every brutal thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Taehyung’s forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked as you both spiraled together, moans and gasps mingling in the small space between you.
Taehyung’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours with every stroke. His hand slid between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen clit and rolling it fast, tight circles in perfect sync with the rhythm of his cock driving into your cunt.
The added stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your belly, then snapped.
You came hard with a broken cry, back arching sharply off the bed as your pussy clenched violently around him. Your orgasm hit in messy, gushing waves, warm slick flooding around his thick cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath you. Your walls fluttered and pulsed, milking him relentlessly as you trembled and gasped beneath him.
“Fuck– fuck, baby–” Taehyung cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you gushing around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder as he kept thrusting through your climax, chasing his own release.
He only lasted a few more strokes.
With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pulsing cunt. He filled you up completely, hot and heavy, his cock twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against you as he rode out the intense waves.
Both of you were left twitching and trembling in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms gave out and he toppled forward, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, face buried in the crook of your neck. His chest heaved against yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard.
After a long moment of heavy, shared breathing, he mumbled against your skin, voice hoarse and a little sheepish:
“I meant to pull out.”
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, arms wrapping tighter around his back.
“I’m safe.” you assured him gently, one hand stroking through his damp hair. “And I trust you.”
The tension melted from his shoulders instantly. He exhaled shakily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “God, I love you.”
The words landed warm and certain against your skin. If this had been anyone else, you might have brushed it off as post-sex haze. But this was Taehyung, your Tae, and you knew he meant every syllable.
“I kinda knew that when you peeled that first mandarin.” you smiled, hugging him harder to your chest. He let out a tired, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through both of you. You continued softly: “I’ll say it back when you do it again.”
Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement even through the exhaustion. His messy hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at you.
“No need for words or mandarins.” he murmured, voice still rough from moaning. “You don’t fuck someone like that when you don’t love them back.”
You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second before he dipped down to kiss you, slow, lazy, and full of everything you’d both waited years to say out loud.
The two of you stayed tangled together like that, his softening cock still buried inside you, hearts slowing down in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. For the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.
Can you make Taehyung smutshot with Age gap and breeding kink. 🥹
After midnight arrangements
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Age gap (21 & 33), sex buddies, smut
Wc:~2.4k
Warnings: smut, age gap (33/21), older man/younger woman, friends with benefits/fuck buddies trope, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, possessiveness, praise, dirty talk, mild aftercare, emotional tension/feelings creeping in
You always told yourself it was just convenience. A no-strings-attached setup that fit perfectly into your chaotic early twenties life. At 21, you were juggling part-time jobs, night classes at the local community college, and a social circle that revolved around cheap beer and late-night ramen runs. Relationships? Those were for people with time and emotional bandwidth. You barely had enough energy to keep your tiny apartment from looking like a disaster zone.
Kim Taehyung, on the other hand, was the epitome of put-together adulthood. At 33, he owned a small but thriving graphic design firm in the heart of Seoul's bustling Gangnam district. He'd traded his wild younger days for a sleek loft apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, a collection of vintage vinyl records and a wardrobe full of tailored shirts that hugged his broad shoulders just right. No wife, no kids, just a string of casual flings that never lasted longer than a season.
You met him at a mutual friend's gallery opening six months ago. It was one of those pretentious events where everyone pretended to understand abstract art while sipping overpriced wine. You were there because your roommate dragged you along, promising "free booze and hot guys." Taehyung was the hot guy in question: tall, with tousled dark hair that fell over his forehead, sharp jawline and eyes that seemed to hold secrets. He caught you staring at a particularly baffling sculpture, a twisted metal thing that looked like a deconstructed heart.
"Confusing, right?" His voice was deep, velvety, with a hint of that southern drawl that made your stomach flip. "I think it's supposed to represent heartbreak or something. Or maybe it's just scrap metal."
You laughed, louder than you intended, drawing a few side-eyes from the artsy crowd. "Honestly, it looks like my love life: messy and pointless."
He smirked, leaning against the wall beside you. "Sounds like you need a drink to match."
One drink turned into three and before you knew it, you were in the back alley behind the gallery, his lips on yours, hands roaming with a confidence that came from experience. He was older, sure, but that only made it hotter. No fumbling, no awkward pauses, just pure, electric chemistry. That night ended in his car, parked in a dimly lit garage, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you with a rhythm that left you breathless.
It should have been a one-night stand. But a week later, his text lit up your phone: "Missed the taste of you. Come over?"
And just like that, you were hooked.
Now, six months in, it was a well-oiled routine. No dates, no sleepovers, no pet names. Just sex, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex that left you sore and satisfied. You'd show up at his place (or he'd come to yours on rare occasions when impatience won out), shed your clothes, and lose yourselves in each other for a few hours. Then, one of you would leave with a casual "See you next time" and life went on.
Tonight was no different. It was a Friday, the kind of humid summer evening where the city air clung to your skin like a second layer. You'd just finished a grueling shift at the coffee shop, smelling faintly of espresso and vanilla syrup, when your phone buzzed in your pocket.
"You up for it? Door's unlocked." Simple, direct. No pleasantries. That's what you liked about Taehyung, he didn't pretend this was anything more than it was.
You showered quickly, threw on a simple sundress (easy access, you'd learned) and hopped on the subway. His loft was in a trendy neighborhood, the kind with artisanal bakeries and overpriced boutiques. As you rode the elevator up to his floor, you felt that familiar flutter in your chest, not butterflies, exactly, but anticipation. The kind that made your thighs clench involuntarily.
The door was indeed unlocked. You slipped inside, kicking off your shoes in the entryway. The apartment was dimly lit, soft jazz playing from his vintage record player in the living room. Taehyung was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, shirtless in low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the outline of his semi-hard cock. God, he was beautiful: tanned skin stretched over lean muscle, a faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband.
He turned when he heard you, those dark eyes raking over your body like he was already undressing you. "Took you long enough" he teased, voice low and rough.
"Traffic" you lied, stepping closer. The air between you crackled, charged with unspoken need.
He set the glass down, closing the distance in two strides. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel his heat, the hard planes of his chest against your softer curves. "Missed this" he murmured, lips brushing your ear.
"Not me?" you shot back, half-joking, as your fingers traced the V of his hips.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. "Always the smart mouth." Then his lips were on yours, hungry and demanding. No gentle buildup, just raw passion, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing possessively as he backed you against the kitchen counter.
You gasped when he lifted you onto the cool marble, the dress riding up your thighs. He stepped between your legs, grinding against you, letting you feel how hard he already was. "Fuck, you're always so ready" he growled, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them aside.
You moaned as he teased your entrance, circling your clit with his thumb. "Tae..."
"Shh" he whispered, nipping at your neck. "Let me take care of you first."
He dropped to his knees, spreading your thighs wider. His breath ghosted over your core, making you shiver. Then his mouth was on you: hot, wet, relentless. He licked and sucked with expert precision, knowing exactly what drove you wild. Your hands fisted in his hair, hips bucking against his face as pleasure built like a storm.
"Oh god, right there..." You were close already, the tension coiling tight in your belly.
He hummed in approval, the vibration sending you over the edge. You came with a cry, waves of ecstasy crashing through you. He didn't stop, lapping up every drop until you were trembling and oversensitive.
Satisfied, he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. "Bedroom. Now."
You slid off the counter on shaky legs, following him down the hallway. His bedroom was minimalist: king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a large window framing the city lights. He stripped off his sweatpants, cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum.
"Lie down" he ordered, voice husky.
You complied, shedding your dress and bra along the way. Naked, you stretched out on the bed, watching as he crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring the taste. His cock nudged against your thigh, hot and insistent.
"Condom?" you asked, though you already knew the answer. Early on, you'd both gotten tested and you'd assured him you were on the pill. But lately... well, things had shifted. He never brought it up, but there was a possessiveness in the way he fucked you raw, the way he lingered inside after.
He shook his head, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. "Not tonight. Want to feel all of you."
Your heart raced at the implication, but you didn't protest. Truth be told, the risk thrilled you too, the forbidden edge to it all.
He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds. "So wet for me" he murmured, pushing in slowly. Inch by inch, he filled you, stretching you perfectly. You arched your back, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Tae...you're so big."
He groaned, bottoming out with a snap of his hips. "Take it, baby. Just like that."
He started moving, thrusts deep and deliberate. Not frantic, but controlled, like he was savoring every clench, every gasp. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you whimpered.
"Look at you" he rasped, eyes locked on where you were joined. "Taking my cock so well. Like you were made for it."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The angle hit that spot inside you, white dots blooming behind your eyelids. "Harder...please..."
He obliged, pace quickening. The bed creaked under the force, skin slapping against skin. Sweat slicked your bodies, the room filled with the obscene sounds of your coupling.
Taehyung's control slipped as he neared his peak. His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into yours. One hand slid down to your stomach, pressing firmly just above your pubic bone. "Feel me here? So deep inside you."
You nodded frantically, too lost in sensation to speak. But you felt it, the bulge of him, the way he claimed every inch.
"Gonna fill you up" he grunted, voice strained. "Make you mine."
The words sent a jolt through you. He didn't say it outright, but the intent was there, the breeding kink simmering beneath the surface. The way he held you down, the possessive grip, the refusal to pull out. It was subtle, woven into his actions rather than spelled out.
"Come for me" he demanded, thumb finding your clit again. "Want to feel you milk me."
That pushed you over. Your orgasm hit like a wave, walls fluttering around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural moan. Hot spurts painted your insides, his cock twitching as he emptied himself completely.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy, still semi-hard inside. His hand remained on your belly, thumb stroking lazily. "Stay like this" he murmured against your skin. "Just a little longer."
You hummed in agreement, aftershocks rippling through you. It was intimate, almost too much for "just sex." But you pushed the thought away. This was the arrangement, no feelings, no complications.
Eventually, he withdrew, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked out. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his side for a brief moment, another unspoken ritual.
"You good?" he asked, voice soft in the quiet.
"Yeah. You?"
"Mm-hmm." He paused, then added, "You should crash here tonight. It's late."
You hesitated. Sleepovers weren't part of the deal. But the bed was warm and your body ached in the best way. "Okay. Just this once."
He smirked, turning off the light. In the darkness, his arm draped over your waist, holding you close. It felt dangerously like more than just sex. But come morning, you'd both pretend it wasn't.
The next few weeks blurred into a haze of stolen moments. Your texts grew more frequent, not just booty calls, but casual check-ins. "How's class?" from him one afternoon.
"Survived the shift?" from you after a long day.
You told yourself it didn't mean anything. He was just being polite. But deep down, you knew the lines were blurring.
One night, after a particularly intense session where he'd fucked you from behind, mirror in front of you so you could watch, he broke the silence as you lay tangled in sheets.
"Why do we do this?" he asked, fingers tracing patterns on your back.
You turned to face him, heart pounding. "Because it's fun? No strings."
He nodded, but his eyes held something unspoken. "Yeah. Fun." Another pause. "You ever think about... more?"
Your breath caught. "Tae..."
"Forget it." He kissed your forehead, a gesture too tender for fuck buddies. "Just thinking out loud."
But the seed was planted.
A month later, things escalated. You'd had a shitty week: failed a test, fought with your roommate and showed up at his door unannounced, needing release.
He didn't question it. Just pulled you inside, clothes off in record time. This time, he was rougher, more urgent. Pinned you to the wall, legs over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. Then on the couch, riding him reverse cowgirl, his hands guiding your hips.
"Fuck, you're perfect" he groaned, slapping your ass lightly. "Could do this forever."
You came twice before he flipped you onto your back, driving into you with abandon. His hand pressed on your lower abdomen again, eyes glazing over. "Imagine if- shit...if I knocked you up. You'd look so good, full of me."
The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered. Your eyes widened, but the idea sent a forbidden thrill through you. "Tae..."
He froze for a split second, then thrust harder. "Just a fantasy" he muttered, but his pace said otherwise.
When he came, it was with a roar, flooding you deep. He stayed buried, grinding slowly as if to push it further in. His breathing was ragged, hand splayed wide on your belly.
After, as he cleaned up, the air was thick with tension. "Sorry if that was weird" he said, avoiding your gaze.
"It wasn't." You pulled him back to bed. "Kinda hot, actually."
He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
From then on, the kink crept in more overtly, still subtle, but present. Whispers of "Gonna breed you" during heated moments, his obsession with coming inside, the way he'd hold you after, hand always on your stomach like claiming territory.
But it was still just sex. Right?
One rainy evening, you arrived soaked from the downpour. He wrapped you in a towel, made you tea: domestic acts that chipped away at the boundaries.
As you sipped, he watched you from across the kitchen. "You know, you're not like the others."
"Others?" Jealousy pricked, unbidden.
"Past flings. They were... temporary. You're different."
You set the mug down. "What are you saying?"
He crossed to you, tilting your chin up. "I don't want just sex anymore. I want you. All of you."
Your heart soared, but fear held you back. "The age gap...people will talk."
"Fuck people." He kissed you softly. "I don't care. Do you?"
You searched his eyes, seeing sincerity. "No."
"Then let's try."
It wasn't a fairytale ending, there were arguments, adjustments to the age difference, navigating your worlds. But the sex? It only got better, now laced with emotion.
And that breeding kink? Well, let's just say, in time, much later, it became more than fantasy.
◦ summary ↠ he’s been around forever—your brother’s best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps.
◦ pairing ↠ taehyung x reader
◦ word count ↠ 10.2k
◦ genre ↠ fluff, smut
◦ content warning(s) ↠ brother's best friend!taehyung, camping au, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, fingering, thigh riding, unprotected sex, cum denial, lot of praise kink, edging, humiliation kink (very mild), dom!taehyung
a/n: hihi, still debating whether or not i should make this a series but lmk your thoughts! hope you guys enjoy :D
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You were halfway through getting ready, one eye already lined in sharp black eyeliner, the other still bare, hair clipped up messily to keep it out of your face. The faint hum of your playlist filled the room, mixing with the occasional squeak of your chair as you leaned over your vanity. You’d meant to take your time, finish doing your hair and maybe pick out a better outfit, but that was much easier said than done.
Your phone buzzed against the wood, startling you slightly as you’d just finished up your other eye. You stared at the text that flashed across your phone screen from your best friend, Rei: “Almost outside!” You glanced at the message, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Okay,” you murmured, brushing off some stray hair and grabbing your bag. Finishing the rest could wait. You clipped the strap over your shoulder and practically ran downstairs, already imagining her teasing you for being in your unfinished state.
The doorbell rang sharply just as you reached the bottom step, echoing through the quiet house.
You swung the door open without thinking, hair falling around your face in loose waves, eyeliner freshly done but the rest of you clearly unfinished, only to freeze.
And there stood your brother’s best friend, Taehyung.
He looked momentarily caught off guard, eyes flicking over you in that split second of silence that stretched a little too long—your unfinished makeup, the casual clothes, the way you’d clearly been mid-routine. Then that familiar, slow smile tugged at his lips, amused and unreadable all at once.
“Oh—hey,” you said, suddenly very aware of everything you hadn’t finished.
“Hey,” he said. “Jimin home?”
“Yeah,” you replied, stepping aside. “He’s upstairs. He’ll be down in a second.”
You turned to close the door, catching the brief flick of his eyes before he looked away again. It wasn’t obvious, barely a beat too long, but you felt it. The chill from outside lingered in the entryway and the thin fabric of your tank top was doing you no favors. You glanced down just long enough to realize your nipples were clearly outlined, unmistakable once you noticed. Heat crept up your neck before you could stop it. You crossed your arms loosely, more habit than embarrassment, and led him inside.
“Sorry,” you added with a small laugh. “I’m kind of mid–getting ready.”
Taehyung glanced around the entryway like he was taking inventory of a place he already knew by heart. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said easily. “I’m the one who keeps barging into your guys’ place. Might as well start paying rent.”
You snorted. “You’d owe us millions at this point.”
“Well Jimin hasn’t kicked me out yet, so I’m calling it a win,” he admitted without shame, kicking his shoes off.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs a moment later, cutting off the awkward silence before it could form.
“Tae!” Jimin called. “You’re early.”
Taehyung grinned. “Finished up work earlier than I expected, so I thought I’d swing by.” He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied breath.
“Well, you know what time it is then,” Jimin said, dropping onto the couch with a devious smirk, controller in hand. Taehyung followed, settling in beside him, his eyes flicking toward Jimin with a grin of his own.
You started back up the stairs, shaking your head at the boys and their ridiculous antics.
You’d known Taehyung for as long as you could remember. You all grew up together—same neighborhood, same schools, the kind of closeness that came from constant overlap. He was always around when you were younger, stretched out on the living room floor with your brother, stealing snacks, teasing both of you endlessly.
You’d had a crush on him once.
A small one.
He was older, cooler in that effortless way, and completely unreachable back then. Somewhere along the line, it faded, replaced by familiarity. But you had to admit that the butterflies did resurface at times. He was attractive, and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t deny it.
As you reached the top of the stairs, you paused for half a second before the doorbell rang again, and you hurried to answer it. Rei was standing there, grinning, bag slung over her shoulder.
“Y/N!” she exclaimed, practically running inside. She threw her arms around you in a quick, enthusiastic hug. You laughed, taking her bag as the two of you scurried further inside.
You both passed the living room where the guys were gaming, yelling, shoving each other playfully, and leaning way too close to the screens like the stakes were life or death. There'd be controllers slammed, voices cracked with laughter and fake anger, and every so often someone would leap up to argue a point, sending cushions flying.
Upstairs, your room felt like a retreat. Rei flopped onto your bed and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at you with a mischievous grin.
“So,” she said, her voice dropping playfully, “your brother and his best friend? Honestly… I think they’re so attractive.”
You nearly choked on your snack. “Ew. My brother?”
“Yes!” Rei exclaimed. “And his friend too! I mean… wow. You’re lucky you get to see them all the time.”
You hesitated, cheeks warming. “…I mean… he’s pretty attractive,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But he’s definitely my brother’s best friend and it’s probably best that it stayed that way.”
“See! You do find him attractive!” Rei’s grin widened. “You should totally shoot your shot.”
“No way. Absolutely not.” You slapped her arm, laughing.
She laughed too, leaning back against the pillows. “I’m just saying… if I were you, I’d take advantage of the situation.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” You shook your head, reaching for snacks as you turned on the movie you two planned to watch.
The rest of the night passed easily. Rei kicked off her shoes and immediately made herself comfortable, grabbing the popcorn and commenting on the movie like she was hosting her own commentary track. You half-watched, half-laughed, pausing now and then when she got too loud or insisted on rewinding a scene she missed while talking.
Somewhere along the way, the snacks disappeared, the movie turned into background noise, and the conversation drifted. Topics ranged from random updates, to inside jokes, to things that absolutely didn’t matter. You sprawled on opposite ends of the bed, scrolling on your phones at the same time while still talking, the way only close friends could.
Eventually, Rei groaned upon receiving a message from her mother. “Ugh, I should get going. If I stay any longer, my mom’s going to kill me.”
“Already?” you asked, surprised at how late it felt.
“Yep. I’ll survive… barely,” she said, standing. You walked her to the door and gave her a quick hug before she'd finally left.
Once she was gone, the house felt quieter than before, the darkness of the night seeping in through the windows. You headed back upstairs before slipping into your usual evening routine without much thought. Pajamas laid out on the bed. Phone tossed aside. You just wanted something warm to wash the day off before curling up and doing absolutely nothing.
You padded down the hall toward the bathroom, already half on autopilot, when you noticed the soft glow seeping from beneath the door.
Occupied.
You sighed quietly. Of course.
Jimin had a habit of treating showers like spa retreats—long, unnecessary, and borderline criminal. You leaned down just enough to confirm the light was on, then straightened with a shake of your head.
“Unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath.
Rather than deal with it immediately, you wandered back to your room and flopped onto your bed, grabbing your phone. A few minutes turned into more than a few. Scrolling aimlessly. Letting time pass. Waiting for the sound of the water to shut off.
It didn’t.
By the time you checked the clock again, irritation had crept in. He’d been in there forever.
You groaned, pushing yourself up from the bed and heading back down the hallway, but this time with determination. As you reached the bathroom door, you knocked, firm but familiar.
“Jimin,” you called through the wood, already bracing yourself. “Hurry up. You’ve been in there for—”
The door swung open mid-sentence.
And there stood your brother’s best friend, Taehyung, yet again.
You froze.
Your brain stalled, scrambling to catch up to what your eyes were suddenly processing. He was shirtless, his bare chest still damp, water droplets tracing lazy paths down his skin, dark hair wet and pushed back messily from his forehead. A towel hung low around his waist, secured just enough to be decent… barely.
And very much not Jimin.
Your breath hitched before you could stop it.
“Oh—” you blurted, instinctively stepping back, heat rushing straight to your face. “I— I thought you left.”
Taehyung blinked, clearly just as surprised to see you standing there, then glanced down at himself like he was only now realizing the situation.
“No, it’s—” he started, then stopped himself, clearing his throat. “I’m done. It’s all yours.”
You nodded too fast, heart hammering as you slipped past him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you a little harder than necessary.
Only once you were alone did you let out the breath you’d been holding.
Great.
Just great.
And now you had to shower with the image of Taehyung. Unexpected, shirtless, and very much not gone, but perhaps burned into your mind. You let the water run hot, hoping it would wash the thoughts away along with the day, steam fogging up the mirror as you tried to reset your head.
By the time you stepped out of the shower and changed into something soft and oversized, you'd finally gotten around to plopping into bed for some of your usual doom-scrolling. This often went on for longer than you'd like to admit, but hours in bed also meant hours without food.
That was when it hit you.
Not loud hunger, just a slow, creeping craving. The kind that settled in your stomach and refused to be ignored. You sighed softly, already knowing you wouldn’t fall asleep like this.
You slipped out of your room quietly, phone in hand, flashlight on low as you tiptoed downstairs. The house was dark, quiet enough that every step felt louder than it actually was.
You kept the lights off, opening cabinets carefully until you found what you wanted, cereal, and saw it shoved all the way on the top shelf like it always was.
Of course.
You rose onto your tiptoes, stretching your arm, fingers grazing the edge of the box but not quite catching it. You tried again, leaning forward, balance tipping just slightly as you reached higher.
Then—
A presence.
A shadow moved close behind you.
Before you could react, an arm reached past you and effortlessly grabbed the box from the shelf.
You screamed.
Or yelped. Or something in between, but your feet slipped as you jumped back in pure panic.
Strong hands caught you instantly, steadying you before you could fall.
“Hey—hey—!”
Your heart was hammering as you looked up to see Taehyung again. Was he just following you at this point?
Shirtless, again. Hair dry, slightly messy like he’d just rolled out of bed. Bare skin, warm and solid where his hands still held your arms.
Your eyes flicked, unwanted but automatically, to his forearms, veins faintly visible beneath your fingers where you were gripping him without realizing it.
“Oh my god,” you blurted. “I thought you were— I thought no one was—”
“Sorry,” he said quickly, easing back once you were steady. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What are you doing down here?” you asked, still trying to get your pulse under control.
'Water." He lifted the glass in his hand slightly. " I could ask you the same, though.”
“Snack,” you said, shaking the box once. “Obviously.”
“Fair,” he said. “Didn’t expect to end up being a horror movie villain in the kitchen.”
You huffed. “You succeeded.”
He laughed quietly, leaning back against the counter.
“Well,” he said, nodding toward the cereal, “at least the mission was successful.”
You hugged the box to your chest. “Next time, announce yourself.”
“I’ll try,” he said, amused.
He shifted the glass in his hand, pushing off the counter. “Uh… sorry. For earlier too. With the bathroom.”
Your face warmed immediately.
“It’s okay,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “If anything, I’m sorry. I thought you were my brother—I wouldn’t have rushed you like that otherwise.”
That earned a small laugh from him. “Guess I should take that as a compliment.”
“Don’t,” you said, but you were smiling.
He lifted his glass in a lazy little salute. “I’ll let you enjoy your very dramatic late-night snack.”
“Try not to haunt the kitchen again,” you shot back.
“No promises,” he said lightly, turning toward the stairs. “Night.”
“Night.”
You waited until his footsteps faded before letting out the breath you’d been holding, clutching the cereal like it was evidence of a crime.
After your midnight snack escapade, you'd finally made it back to your room. You dropped back onto your bed, the mattress dipping under your weight as you cracked open the cereal box and ate straight from it, handful after handful. You were halfway through chewing when your phone buzzed against the sheets beside you with a message from Rei, the sudden vibration pulling your attention away.
“Camping tomorrow!”
“Since when??” your eyes widened as you typed back.
“Since you told me you were free this weekend.” You rolled your eyes at the thought but and immediately dialed Rei's number.
“Hey! You saw my message?” she asked, laughing.
“Yeah… so, camping tomorrow?” you questioned, still doubtful about the whole thing.
“Yep! Everyone’s coming. It'll be so much fun!” Rei's energy made it hard for you to not want to go. So you ultimately gave in, despite the last minute nature of the plans.
After exchanging the specific details of the trip over the phone, two call between the two of you had finally come to an end. You noticed you’d been added to a group chat minutes after your conversation with Rei, titled, Camping Trip Squad.
You opened it, scanning through the names as they loaded in. Friends you’d known for years, your brother, and a few familiar faces from his side too. Somewhere along the way, your circles had blended together, so seeing everyone in one place didn’t feel strange.
Your thumb slowed when you spotted Taehyung’s name.
You paused for half a second, then kept scrolling. He was friends with Jimin, of course he’d be there. Simple as that.
You smiled to yourself, nervous and excited, and finally locked your phone and set it down. Not long after, you drifted off to sleep.
Tomorrow was going to be… something.
By mid-morning, you’d packed everything you thought you’d need: clothes, toiletries, a hoodie, snacks. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, hurrying outside to meet the others. Outside, two cars were already parked in the driveway, everyone bustling around loading luggage, folding sleeping bags, and juggling coolers. The air was full of chatter and the faint scent of coffee drifting from a thermos someone had brought.
You made your way over to the car you’d be in. Jimin was already in the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and humming along to a song playing on the radio. Taehyung lounged in the front passenger seat, sunglasses pushed up on his head, casually scrolling on his phone.
Sliding into the back, you found yourself wedged between Rei and Seol, one of Jimin's close friends.
Jimin glanced at the three of you through the rearview mirror. “Everyone good back there?”
You shifted in your seat, adjusting your bag on your lap. “A little cramped,” you admitted, but tried to reassure him. “But not too bad.”
Taehyung turned around, raising an eyebrow to you. “If you want, you can switch seats with me,” he offered casually.
Before you could answer, Seol piped up, eyes bright. “I’ll take it!” she said, shooting a playful look toward Jimin, who grinned. You let her have it—Seol and Jimin sort of had a thing going on and it wasn’t really worth arguing.
So there you were, in the middle seat between Rei and now, Taehyung. The space was tight, but fine. You tried to settle in, adjusting your bag on your lap to create more space.
The car pulled onto the road, and soon the chatter from the front quieted into music playing softly from the car radio.
Exhaustion hit you halfway through the drive. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, and before you realized it, your head had drifted sideways onto Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Ah—sorry,” you whispered, snapping upright, cheeks heating.
He gave a small, warm smile and gently patted his shoulder. “I don’t mind,” he said softly, his voice low, carrying just the faintest teasing note, enough to make you flustered but not embarrassed.
You tried to sit normally, but after a minute, your head slowly drifted back against him again. Each time it happened, you flinched upright, heart racing. Each time, he just offered the same soft smile and light pat, like a silent, comforting nudge that you could relax.
Finally, you let yourself take him up on his unspoken offer. You leaned lightly against him, and he rested his head against the window, eyes half-closed. The two of you drifted into a quiet rhythm, dozing side by side.
The hum of the road and the occasional conversation from the front seat faded around you. By the time the trees thickened and the smell of pine filled the air, the ride had settled into a calm ride with a gentle warmth lingering between the two of you.
After a few hours of driving, the car finally rolled up to the campsite, and the first thing that hit you was the scent of pine and damp earth, mixed with the faint smoke of distant campfires. Sunlight streamed through the trees, dappling the ground with golden patches. The air was crisp, with a slight chill hinting at the evening to come.
Everyone spilled out of the cars, stretching limbs, hauling bags, and joking loudly. The space was bigger than you’d expected. It was an open clearing surrounded by tall pines, with a small creek gurgling nearby.
You grabbed your bag and followed the group toward the designated camping area. You spotted Taehyung and Jimin unloading supplies together, moving with that easy coordination that only longtime friends seemed to have.
“Looks like a lot of tents are going up,” Rei murmured beside you, scanning the clearing.
“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath. “It’s actually quite perfect.”
While everyone started setting up, you found yourself helping lay out sleeping bags and stakes. Taehyung was nearby, hammering tent poles into the ground, and every so often your hands brushed against his as you handed him something. You tried to pretend it didn’t make your chest flutter.
Finally, the tent assignments were sorted. You and Rei were sharing one, Seol and a couple others had theirs, and the rest of the group fanned out among the remaining spaces.
As you rolled out your sleeping bag inside your tent, the soft rustle of canvas around you and the faint laughter from the others outside made everything feel cozy.
A few moments later, you emerged to help secure the last stakes, and Taehyung caught your eye as he finished hammering one. “Need a hand?” he asked casually, offering a small smile.
“Thanks,” you replied, brushing your hair back. “I’ve got it.”
He leaned against the tent, relaxed, watching you for a beat longer than necessary. You felt that subtle heat again, the same one from the car ride, but kept yourself busy, pretending to focus entirely on the task at hand. And not your very hot brother’s best friend who was examining your every move.
By the time the tents were all up and the group had gathered to admire their handiwork, the sun had started to dip. The air had grown slightly cooler, and you pulled your hoodie tighter.
Not long after, Yoona suggested a game. Then another voice chimed in, louder, more excited. A race through the spring in teams of two, one person piggy-backing the other. Groans and cheers mixed together as the idea took shape, competitiveness sparking almost instantly.
People paired off quickly, like it had all been silently decided beforehand. Rei was already laughing with Hoseok. Jimin and Jungkook arguing about rules that didn’t exist yet. You lingered near the edge, pretending to fix your sleeve until you realized there was only one person left doing the same.
Taehyung glanced over at you, eyes flicking down briefly before meeting yours again with a soft smile.
“Looks like it’s us.”
You changed into your swimsuit along everyone else, deciding on a floral two piece you'd brought. When you came back out, Taehyung was already there in tropical swim trunks, shirt nowhere to be seen.
“Hop on,” he said easily, ducking lower for you to easily mount yourself on.
You hesitated for half a second before stepping closer. His hands found your thighs as you climbed onto his back, fingers firm, grounding. The contact sent a quiet jolt through you, heat against bare skin, his grip confident like he’d done this before. Your arms looped around his shoulders, closer than you meant to be.
“You good?” he asked, voice lower now, almost amused.
“Yeah,” you replied, trying to sound steady. “Just, don’t drop me.”
He laughed, adjusting his hold slightly, pulling you in. “Lean back too much and we’re both going down,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, but leaned closer anyway, your cheek near his shoulder.
“Try not to show off,” you muttered.
“No promises.”
Namjoon shouted for everyone to get into position. The chatter grew louder, tension building as feet splashed into the shallow spring. Taehyung shifted beneath you, muscles tightening, ready.
And then—
“Go!”
The race exploded into motion.
The race was chaos from the start. You had to sprint through the shallow spring, dodging rocks and roots, all while trying to keep your balance on Taehyung’s back. He grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge as he led you by shouting out specific directions.
You were amazed by his agility and speed, and couldn’t help but take in the view of his broad shoulders your hands were wrapped around.
At some point, a sharp sting flared along your leg, probably from a hidden rock or something, but you ignored it. Nothing could slow you down, not now.
You could hear Rei and Hoseok laughing as they splashed through the water, Seol and Jimin not far behind, and even Yoongi and Yuri making grunting, exaggerated faces as they struggled to keep pace.
Finally, the finish line, a flat patch of grass by the water’s edge, came into view. Taehyung surged forward with a final push, and you crossed it, panting, laughing, and soaked from head to toe. He slowed to a stop, gently lowering you to the bank.
You stepped off, feeling the sting in your leg more clearly now. Taehyung’s eyes flicked down instantly.
“Hey, wait. Sit down,” he said, crouching in front of you, concern breaking through his easygoing tone. He held your leg gently, inspecting the scrape. “Uh… this is deeper than I thought.”
You winced, realizing it really was more than just a scratch. “It’s fine, trust me,” you murmured, but he wasn’t having it.
“Yeah, fine isn’t what this looks like,” he said, voice soft but firm. “Stay still, okay?”
You let him help you sit on a nearby rock, careful not to lean too much on your injured leg. Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps splashed through the water.
“What happened?” Jimin asked, already crouching beside you, eyes flicking between your leg and Taehyung. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly. “Just scraped it on a rock.”
Jimin squinted at the wound, then slowly looked at Taehyung. “You had one job.”
Taehyung lifted his hands in surrender, a guilty smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, I didn’t push her into the river.”
“Debatable,” Jimin muttered, though the edge of a grin gave him away. “If she ends up limping all weekend, I’m blaming you.”
Rei hovered nearby, frowning. “It looks like it stings.”
“Only a teeny bit,” you admitted, then waved them off. “But really, I’m okay.”
Taehyung focused again, cleaning the scrape with careful fingers, his touch gentler than you expected. “Still,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on your leg. “I’m sorry.”
You met his gaze and shrugged lightly, a small smile forming despite yourself. “Occupational hazard of agreeing to a race like that.”
He stayed crouched in front of you, focused on your leg as he worked, shoulders rolling subtly each time he shifted. Shirtless, still damp from the spring,
Your gaze dropped without permission, tracing the lines of his stomach, the way his abs tensed when he leaned closer. You stared a second too long. Long enough to feel the heat crawl back up your neck, long enough to forget where you were, who else was around.
He adjusted his grip, thumb steadying your leg, and you became acutely aware of how close he was, how his hands felt grounding and dangerous all at once.
You forced your eyes away, suddenly very interested in literally anything else.
Too late.
He glanced up, catching the way you froze, the way your attention snapped back to your face just a beat too slow. One corner of his mouth tugged upward, amusement flickering through his eyes.
“At least someone’s distracted,” he said lightly, tone playful, almost teasing.
Your heart stuttered.
“Focus,” you shot back, trying for casual and landing somewhere shaky instead.
He chuckled softly and returned his attention to your leg, but the air had shifted. The atmosphere between you started feeling far heavier, every small movement louder than it should’ve been. And even with his eyes down, you had the distinct, unnerving feeling that he was very aware of exactly what he’d just done to you.
And worse — that he liked it.
By the time the bandage was secured, your leg throbbed but the pain was manageable. You stood carefully, testing it. “All good,” you said, more to reassure yourself than anyone else.
“Good,” he said, standing as well, brushing off his hands. “And no more random rock attacks from me, promise.”
You smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Alright, alright,” Jimin called out, stepping between the two of you. “First aid is done. You can stop flirting with my sister now.” Taehyung rolled his eyes at the comment, arms crossed.
You couldn’t help but grin at the exchange, shaking your head. The scrape went forgotten for the moment and the playful energy between everyone made the campsite feel lighter again.
The fire had burned down to a steady glow by the time everyone finally settled into a loose circle, marshmallows skewered on sticks, jackets shrugged on against the night chill. The forest felt quieter now, no whistles, no shouts, just crackling wood and low laughter.
Blankets were spread unevenly in the dirt, some people sitting cross-legged, others stretched out on logs or leaning back on their hands. Someone passed around a small cooler, beer bottles clinking quietly as drinks were handed out, nothing fancy, just enough to warm everyone from the inside. The smell of smoke clung to clothes and hair, mixing with the smell of toasted sugar from half-melted marshmallows.
You noticed Taehyung sat across the fire, one knee pulled up, drink resting loosely in his hand. Seokjin and Yoona were close enough to share a blanket, murmuring to each other. Hoseok sprawled comfortably near the firelight, already grinning like he knew trouble was coming. Jimin dropped down beside you with a dramatic sigh, nudging your knee with his own as he reached for his drink.
It was then that Namjoon, who had somehow become the unofficial leader of your friend group over the years, shifted where he sat and stood up, lifting his bottle to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright, everyone! It’s time for some truth or dare.” He tipped the bottle slightly as a chorus of reactions followed. “No truth? You drink. You back out of a dare?” He shrugged. “Also drink. And yes, people are allowed to be evil, but not that evil.”
Hoseok perked up instantly. “So chaos. But, like, safe chaos.”
“Exactly,” Namjoon said, lowering himself back down to place a bottle near the center of everyone. “Alright. Who’s starting?”
With the flick of Namjoon’s hand, the bottle spun, glass catching firelight as it circled, before landing on Yoona.
“Okay, truth or dare,” He announced, fidgeting with the empty bottle in the dirt.
She groaned, already smiling. “Dare. I’m not emotionally strong enough for truth right now.”
Light laughter rippled around the circle.
Namjoon leaned back on his hands, eyes glinting. “Okay,” he said thoughtfully, like he was choosing a dessert. “I dare you to kiss someone who you think is the hottest person here.”
A beat of silence.
Yoona blinked. “That’s evil.”
“Thank you,” Namjoon replied, proud.
Her gaze flicked around the circle once, quick, almost shy, before landing on Seokjin. His brows lifted in surprise just as she scooted closer, closing the distance with a confidence that made a few people whistle.
Her lips met his in a quick, teasing brush at first, soft and deliberate, making Seokjin blink in mild shock. Everyone was leaning forward, eyes wide, whispering and nudging each other, clearly thrilled to witness the bold moment.
You glanced over at Taehyung who was watching it all quietly from across the fire, the glow reflecting in his eyes. He looked relaxed, but his attention drifted, lingering on you longer than necessary before glancing away again.
The game continued innocently enough. Hoseok dared Seol to feed Jimin a marshmallow using only her mouth. Yoongi dared Yuri to sing a cheesy love song in a dramatic voice, prompting giggles and mock groans. Hoseok ended up kissing Rei on a dare, while Namjoon and Yuri shared a quick, teasing peck. Laughter rippled around the circle as the dares grew bolder and more playful, the firelight glinting off flushed cheeks.
When it was your turn, Seol’s eyes sparkled as she leaned forward. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you said cautiously.
“Hmm…” Seol said, grinning. “Have you ever had a crush on anyone here?”
You froze internally, heart hammering. Everyone was watching, a few teasing smirks catching your eye. You hesitated, just a fraction too long.
“Looks like someone’s drinking!” Hoseok piped up, pointing at you. You sighed, taking the shot quickly, cheeks burning, muttering under your breath. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you but quickly glanced past him, though you immediately knocked yourself over how suspicious it looked.
A few more turns passed, each dare playful and flirty. Until the bottle spun again, slower this time, shaking around before finally stopping.
Pointing straight at Taehyung.
The reaction was immediate, low whistles, laughter, someone muttering, “Oh, this should be good.”
Taehyung glanced down at the bottle, then up at Yuri, who was already amused upon the selection of her victim. “Truth or dare.”
Taehyung didn’t even pretend to think. “Dare.”
Yuri leaned forward, elbows on her knees, clearly enjoying this far too much. “Okay,” she said. “Ten-second makeout session. Your choice, with one of the girls here.”
The fire cracked loudly, embers flaring as the words settled over the circle.
Taehyung’s facial expression has a subtle sense of surprise, but he stood anyway.
His gaze swept the group once, unhurried, almost thoughtful. And then it landed on you, and stayed there.
Your stomach dropped.
He didn’t say your name. He just walked toward you, calm, deliberate, like the decision had been obvious all along.
Jimin sputtered. “I can’t watch this.”
Before he could do anything dramatic, Yoongi reached over and covered Jimin’s eyes with one hand. “For your own health,” he said dryly.
“HEY—” Jimin protested blindly.
Taehyung stopped right in front of you. Up close, the light caught in his eyes, warm and steady. He hesitated just a second, long enough to be sure, before lifting one hand to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly along your jaw. The gesture pushed your hair back, feeling just the warmth of his hand along your face and nothing else.
The touch alone made your breaths feel heavy.
His other hand settled at your waist, firm but careful, anchoring you as he leaned in.
When his lips met yours, it wasn’t rushed.
It was slow and confident, his mouth warm against yours, the kiss deepening almost immediately. You could feel the heat of him everywhere, the hand at your waist pulling you closer, the way his thumb pressed gently at your cheek as if he didn’t want to let go.
Someone started counting.
“One… two… three…”
You barely heard it.
The kiss grew more intense, unhurried and sure. When you shifted closer without thinking, he adjusted easily, fingers tightening just slightly at your waist.
“…eight… nine… ten—”
“Time!” Hoseok called.
Taehyung didn’t pull away.
Not right away.
The count stretched. Laughter rose, someone shouting, “HEY—THAT’S PAST TEN.”
Only then did Taehyung finally break the kiss, forehead resting briefly against yours as he breathed out a quiet laugh. His hands lingered, one last squeeze at your waist, one last brush of his thumb along your cheek, before he stepped back, licking his lips.
Your lips were tingling. Your heart was racing.
The circle erupted.
“FIFTEEN SECONDS,” one of the boys yelled, yet you couldn’t tell who.
“Easily twenty,” Yoona added.
Yoongi uncovered Jimin’s eyes.
Jimin blinked, looked between you and Taehyung, then groaned. “I leave you alone for five minutes.”
Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, suddenly flustered now that the moment was over, ears faintly pink. “Hey, it was just a dare,” he said again, but this time it sounded less convincing.
The looks around the fire said everything.
And when Taehyung finally met your eyes again, his smile was softer, still teasing, still warm, but unmistakably real.
Many drinks later, the game slowly dissolved into something looser and less structured. The bottle was forgotten somewhere in the dirt, abandoned in favor of laughter that came too easily and conversations that drifted wherever they wanted.
Someone had pulled out skewers of meat and vegetables, passing them around the fire. Pieces of marinated beef sizzled over the flames, the smell rich and smoky, making everyone groan with hunger all over again. Grease crackled as it dripped into the fire, sparks jumping and drawing half-drunken cheers.
People sat closer now without realizing it—shoulders touching, knees brushing, blankets shared without question. Seokjin insisted on “supervising” the cooking, dramatically flipping skewers like he was running a restaurant, while Yoona leaned against him, laughing every time he overdid it. Hoseok was animated as ever, retelling some story with exaggerated gestures, nearly knocking over his drink in the process. Yoongi sat back with Yuri, quietly amused, offering commentary only when it counted.
You, slightly tipsy yourself, noticed Rei wobbling as she tried to stand, clearly far too drunk to manage it on her own. “Here,” you murmured, sliding an arm around her back and using your own weight to steady her. “Let’s get you back to the tent.”
“Alright, alright,” Taehyung said from the side, smirking. “You’re not carrying her all the way to the tent on your own, are you?”
“Don’t worry, I–I’ve got her,” you slurred, arms flailing and hair falling into your face as you tried to assert control. “You u–underestimate… my abilities.”
“Sure,” he said, tilting his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “The one who’d probably tumble flat on the ground if I so much as poked you.”
Without thinking, you pressed a finger to his lips as if to shush him. Just one, soft, almost instinctive. The moment you felt the warmth of his lips against your finger, your chest tightened a little. Your hand froze, the small, steady pressure of him there making you instinctively relax against him. His eyes followed your finger, calm and amused, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
“Fine,” you exhaled slowly, letting your arms drop a fraction, shoulders loosening, letting him guide both you and Rei without protest. You didn’t resist when he subtly steadied you, his presence pressing close in the quiet night.
With a faint chuckle, he stepped closer, supporting both you and Rei as you made your way back to your tents. The night was quiet except for your careful steps and Rei’s occasional mumbles. Once inside your tent, you tucked Rei in, making sure she was settled before pulling the sheets around yourself.
“Thanks… for the, uh, v–very unneeded help,” you said, voice soft but teasing, curling up under the warmth of the sheets.
Part of you wanted to bring up the kiss from earlier, but you turned just in time to see Rei stirring, half-awake and mumbling incoherently. You decided against it, letting the thought slide.
Taehyung gave a small grin, ruffling your hair gently. “Goodnight,” he said, before stepping out of the tent, leaving you to your warmth and thoughts.
You snuggled deeper under the sheets, the warmth of the tent wrapping around you as your thoughts drifted. Taehyung’s presence lingered, from the way he’d teased you earlier to the way he’d silently supported both you and Rei back to the tent. Every brush of his hands against yours, every casual touch, felt amplified now in the quiet of your room.
It was reckless, maybe a little dangerous to let yourself dwell on it, but the memory of his easy grin and the warmth of his presence made it impossible not to.
Your heart thumped a little faster, and you buried your face in your pillow, exhaling softly. He had this way of getting under your skin without even trying, and tonight, with all the closeness and teasing, the feeling was stronger than ever. You couldn’t deny it, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor it before falling toward sleep.
The next day, the morning sun filtered softly through the tall trees, painting the campsite in golden streaks that woke you up. The fire from last night had burned down to embers and the faint smell of smoke was still lingering in the crisp air.
You yawned, stretching, and rubbed your eyes as Rei bounced up beside you, bright-eyed and slightly mischievous. “We have to talk,” she whispered, tugging at your arm.
“About what?” you asked groggily, trying to keep your voice calm.
“That kiss, duh,” she said bluntly, rolling her eyes. “Last night. Come on—you can’t just brush it off.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “It was just a dare. He’s confident; that’s just how he is.”
Rei smirked, leaning closer conspiratorially. “Yeah, a kiss with your brother’s hot best friend. What did I tell you? This is your chance.”
You shook your head, laughing softly, though your cheeks heated. “Rei, you’re terrible.”
“Terrible? I’m giving you solid advice,” she teased, nudging you. “Don’t blow it!”
You rolled your eyes, still chuckling, but couldn’t help stealing a glance toward where Taehyung and Jimin were doing a quick check of their gear. He caught your eye for a second, giving a small, almost imperceptible smirk before focusing on Jimin again. You felt your heart skip just a beat.
Rei, clearly satisfied she’d made her point, let you go and bounced off to grab a coffee from the cooler. You shook your head, sipping your own, still feeling a little flustered, and tried to focus on breakfast preparations.
The group gathered near the remnants of last night’s fire, blankets and logs rearranged into makeshift seating. Breakfast smelled like toast and sizzling bacon, with mugs of coffee and hot chocolate steaming in the cool morning air.
You sat beside Rei, still catching glimpses of Taehyung across the way. Somehow, even while casually eating, his presence made you feel something. He caught your glance and offered a subtle nod, which made your stomach twist into knots.
Jimin leaned in, nudging your shoulder. “Feeling better this morning?” he asked, voice teasing but kind.
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, brushing it off. Rei snickered beside you.
“You’re so not fine,” she whispered quietly to you. “And yes, he’s making you blush already.”
You shot her a look but couldn’t hide your grin. The moment was interrupted as you heard Namjoon’s voice in the distance.
After calling everyone together, he stood tall holding a laminated list of items. “Alright, teams!” he announced. “Scavenger hunt time. Each team collects these items from all around the camp and nearby forest. Bonus points for speed and creativity. The first team back with everything wins.”
Everyone groaned and laughed at the thought of racing around in the woods.
Rei grabbed your hand playfully. “Come on, let’s crush them,” she said, already leading the way toward the first checkpoint.
The rest of the hunt was filled with the rustling of leaves and playful competition. You and Rei darted across shallow streams, clambered over rocks, and bent to gather pinecones, twigs, and other items on the checklist.
After a long morning of searching, running, and scrambling over rocks and roots, you and Rei finally reached the final checkpoint, breathless and laughing. You looked around, realizing you were the first to arrive.
“We made it!” Rei cheered, throwing her arms up in triumph. You mirrored her excitement, grinning widely as the thrill of winning washed over you. A victorious high-five connected, and the forest seemed to echo with your laughter, the mix of exhaustion and exhilaration buzzing through your veins.
By the time the rest of the teams trickled back, the sun had fully set, leaving the clearing bathed in the dusky glow of twilight. The others were already snacking, some chatting and laughing as they settled in for the evening. A few of the boys had started a fire, but the pile of logs was sparse, and the flames barely reached high enough to warm everyone.
Jimin called out, his voice carrying over the chatter. “We need more sticks!”
Without hesitation, you raised your hand. “I can go get some.”
“Hey, don’t go out there alone, it’s getting pretty dark already.” Jimin warned, glancing toward the darkening trees.
Yoongi, sitting nearby, nudged Taehyung lightly with his elbow. “Go with her, man.” Taehyung obliged with a nod before strolling over to your side.
You hesitated, suddenly aware of the situation, but the unspoken tension made it feel impossible to back out. “Uh… yeah, sure,” you muttered, trying to sound casual, and followed him toward the tree line, your steps crunching on the fallen leaves.
The forest seemed quieter now, the sounds of the camp fading behind you. Your heart raced slightly, part from the exertion and part from the awareness of walking beside him in the dim light.
“About last night…” he started. “Sorry if I went too far with the dare.”
You turned, brushing your hair back, smiling lightly. “No problem. You were… very committed, I’ll give you that.”
Taehyung’s eyes softened, and he stepped a fraction closer. “You didn’t seem like you hated it.”
“I didn’t,” you admitted, quietly, but shyly. You could tell he was seeking your gaze, but you didn’t have it in you to meet his.
“Good… wasn’t sure if you’d go along with it,” he teased.
“You’re lucky I’m… compliant,” you quipped, letting the words slip out with a playful edge.
“Compliant, huh? That sounds suspicious,” he said, stepping closer, closing the gap just enough to make your skin tingle.
You both paused, setting the sticks carefully against a nearby tree, taking a moment to catch your breath after bending and lifting. The quiet of the forest suddenly felt louder and you could almost hear the sound of your heartbeat in your chest. He shifted slightly, brushing lightly against your side as he guided you toward a sturdier tree. “I’m curious,” he murmured, low and teasing, “just how compliant you really are.”
You tilted your head, lips quirking, letting the pause stretch. “Depends…” you drawled, letting the words hang in the air, “…on how convincing you can be.” The playful tone in your voice couldn’t mask the heat that pooled between your legs.
His smirk deepened, eyes darkening slightly as he stepped closer, closing the distance entirely. “Oh? Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe it is,” you whispered, leaning back lightly against the tree, daring him to come closer.
His hand drifted along your waist, firm but teasing, and your pulse spiked at the contact. He leaned in slowly, and this time, hesitation melted away. When his lips met yours, it was soft at first, deliberate, teasing, the kind of kiss that made the world narrow down to just the two of you. His other hand shifted slightly, fingers brushing along your back as if he was memorizing your every curve.
Your hands went instinctively to his shoulders, holding on as the kiss deepened. His lips parted slightly, and when your lips parted in response, his tongue teased at yours, slipping in a little, testing. Your knees weakened, chest tightening as the heat between you flared, your thoughts melting into the sensation.
Time seemed to stretch. Your heartbeat continued drumming in your ears, the cool night air forgotten. You hadn’t even noticed how long you’d been pressed together until a voice called out suddenly from the clearing:
“Oh! I think that’s Taehyung! They’re back!”
You both jolted apart, eyes wide, fumbling for composure.
A few of the others, who’d wandered over from the fire, appeared. “It’s freezing out without the firewood,” Yuri said cheerfully. “Thought you guys might’ve gotten lost or something.”
You quickly shoved your hair back, trying to appear casual. Taehyung nodded at you, his smirk playful but restrained. He stepped back slightly, brushing ash from his hands. Then, smoothly, he turned to help Jimin with the fire, giving you a brief, teasing glance as if to say this isn’t over.
You exhaled, joining Rei and some of the other girls, laughing and chatting just enough to mask the way your heart was still racing. Taehyung settled beside Jimin near the fire, the two of them working together like nothing had happened at all. Still, the spark from earlier stayed present, warm and insistent in your chest.
As the night settled in, the group drifted into their own little pockets. Some people were focused on making s’mores, arguing over who’d burned theirs and who hadn’t. Others were deep in conversation while a few disappeared toward their tents entirely. The fire crackled steadily, casting a soft light over everything.
You stayed where you were, legs tucked in, simply soaking it all in. The warmth of the fire, the murmur of voices, the quiet hum of the forest around you. For a moment, it was easy to forget everything else.
A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts.
You turned, and there he was.
“Hey,” Taehyung said quietly, thumb hooking into his pocket like he wasn’t entirely sure how casual he wanted to be. “Can I steal you for a second?”
Your pulse skipped. “Steal me?” you echoed, eyebrow lifting.
“Borrow, then,” he corrected with a faint smile. “Promise I’ll bring you back.”
You hesitated only a second before nodding, standing and following him as he led you away from the firelight. His tent wasn’t far, tucked just enough out of view to feel private without being suspicious. He ducked inside first, holding the flap open for you.
Inside, it was dim and close, the air warmer somehow. You both sat, knees nearly touching, the quiet suddenly louder than the laughter outside.
“So,” you said softly, trying to sound unaffected. “This is where you tell me why I was stolen?”
He leaned back on one arm, studying you like he was taking his time. “I just… wanted to talk. Without an audience.”
“Dangerous,” you murmured, somewhat playful, though you knew there was some truth to your words. “You and me alone.”
His lips curved. “You didn’t seem too scared earlier.”
You shrugged lightly, eyes flicking to his mouth before you could stop yourself. “Maybe I like danger.”
That earned a low chuckle. He leaned forward just slightly, close enough now that you could really feel the warmth of him, his voice dropping awfully low. “You have no idea how hard you make it to behave.”
You didn’t miss a beat. “Then don’t.”
The word lingered between you, soft but deliberate. His smile shifted, something slower and more intent as his gaze flicked to your lips and back.
“Careful,” he murmured. “When you say things like that…”
The space between you shrank, not all at once, but inch by inch. His hand brushed yours, not quite holding it, just enough to make your skin buzz.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly, eyes searching yours.
You didn’t.
Instead, you leaned in the rest of the way.
His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, unhurried, like he was savoring the moment. It deepened naturally, warmth building as you shifted closer, hands finding familiar places without thinking.
“You taste so good,” he whispered against your lips, his voice husky with desire.
Before you could respond, he was tugging your top upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head. The cool tent air hit your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as his eyes roamed over you, taking in the lacy bra that barely contained your breasts.
"Fuck," he breathed, his thumbs brushing along the underside of your breasts. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
He lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along your stomach, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. Each touch sent sparks through your body, making you arch against him. When his lips reached the edge of your bra, he paused, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes.
But he didn't remove it. Instead, a wicked, knowing smirk played on his lips as he deliberately traced the lacy edge with his tongue, a slow, agonizing circle that had you squirming. He was intentionally teasing you, kissing all around the fabric, along the sensitive skin of your cleavage and the curve of your breast, pointedly avoiding where you needed him most. He knew exactly how badly you wanted him to just suck your tits, and he was savoring your desperation.
"Taehyung," you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair, trying to guide him to your aching nipple. "Please..."
"Please what?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin. He nipped gently at the swell of your breast, his breath hot through the lace. "Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want," you breathed, your hips rocking against him in frustration.
"I want to hear you say it," he insisted, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss right beside your straining nipple, so close yet so far away. "I want to hear how badly you need it."
The deliberate torture was unbearable. Every fiber of your being was screaming for his mouth on you. "I want you to suck my tits," you finally gasped, the words torn from your throat. "God, Taehyung, please, just suck them." Your hands moved to your back to unclasp your bra but he swatted your hands away, his fingers expertly undoing the clasp himself.
"Good girl," he praised as he tossed the bra aside before taking your nipple into his mouth.
As his mouth continued its course on your breasts, his hand slid down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. You were already wet, your body ready for him, and he groaned when his fingers brushed against your slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All this from a few kisses?"
You could only moan in response, arching your back and pushing your hips up to meet his hand. He rubbed slow circles around your clit, teasing you until you were squirming beneath him. He grinned widely at the sight, biting his lips.
Taehyung’s fingers slid into your wetness with intentional slowness, his touch both teasing and possessive. His thumb pressed against your clit, circling it in slow, maddening motions that made you pant at the mere feeling. His other hand cupped your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple just hard enough to send a strike of pleasure straight to your core.
At once, his fingers slipped out of you and right back up to his mouth where his tongue licked off the coat of your wetness from them.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice rough. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Your breath hitched.
Imagined.
That single word sent a shiver through you. Because Taehyung—your brother’s best friend, the guy who’d been in and out of your house since you were a kid, the one you’d stolen glances at when you thought no one was looking—had imagined this. Had thought about you.
And now here he was, shirtless, his cock straining against his pants, his fingers still glistening with you.
You’d had a crush on him for years. Ever since you were old enough to know what attraction was. The way he’d laugh with Jimin, the way his hands moved when he talked, the way he’d ruffle your hair like you were still a kid even when you weren’t. You’d buried it, ignored it, told yourself it was stupid.
But now?
Now he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
And you wanted him to.
Taehyung didn’t give you time to overthink it. In one smooth motion, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shoved them down, along with his pants. His kicked them aside as his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening.
Your mouth went dry.
He was big. Bigger than you’d expected. Bigger than you’d ever seen up close.
And he was looking at you like he knew exactly what he was about to do to you.
“Take those off,” he ordered, nodding at your shorts.
You obeyed without hesitation, shimmying out of them and your panties in one go. The cool air hit your wetness, making you gasp, but Taehyung didn’t give you time to feel exposed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap, your bare thighs straddling his.
“Ride my thigh,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Show me how bad you want it.”
You hesitated for only a second before pressing your hips down, your slick heat dragging against the hard muscle of his thigh. The friction was incredible, sending feelings of immense pleasure straight to your clit.
“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
Taehyung groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. “That’s it,” he growled. “Grind on me. Show me how wet you are.”
You obeyed, rocking your hips in slow, desperate circles, your clit dragging against his skin with every movement. The sensation was overwhelming—the way his thigh flexed beneath you and the way his cock twitched against your stomach.
“Taehyung,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as you felt yourself getting close, but not close enough. You wanted more. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” he purred, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re doing so good. Look at you, riding my leg like a good girl.”
His words sent a fresh wave of satisfaction through you. You weren’t used to the name. You’d never been looked at like this, like you were something to be consumed, but you basked in the feeling.
You increased your pace, your hips rolling faster, your breath coming in sharp gasps. Taehyung’s hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, his mouth finding your neck. He kissed you there, slow and open-mouthed, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver.
“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he groaned against your throat. “Soaking my thigh. Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Me touching you like this?”
“Y-yes,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.
“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
You swallowed hard, your face burning. “I—I’ve thought about this,” you confessed. “About you. About you touching me. About—about this.”
Though you felt embarrassed to admit it, you definitely have. Only ever in fleeting thoughts, ones you tried your hardest to brush off, but you couldn’t deny that you did.
His mouth crashed onto yours as if to respond, his kiss hungry and desperate. You moaned into it, your hips still rolling against his thigh, your body trembling with need.
But it still wasn’t enough.
You broke the kiss, your breath coming in sharp gasps. “Taehyung,” you begged, your voice trembling. “I—I need your cock in me already. Please.”
His eyes darkened, his grip on your hips tightening. “You sure?” he murmured, his voice rough.
You nodded frantically. “I’m sure. Please, Taehyung. Fuck me.
Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice.
In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his body covering yours. His cock pressed against your entrance, the tip sliding through your wetness, teasing you.
“Please,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his back.
He groaned, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled.
Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you.
You cried out, your back arching off the tent floor as he filled you completely. He was big, stretching you in ways you’d never felt before, and for a second, you couldn’t breathe.
Taehyung stilled, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice strained.
You nodded, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Y-yes,” you gasped. “Just—just move.”
He groaned, his hips pulling back before slamming into you again. The sensation was overwhelming, the way his cock hit just the right spot inside you.
You moaned, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. “Taehyung,” you gasped. “Harder. Please, harder.”
He obeyed, his hips snapping against yours with a force that left you breathless. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust, his body slamming into yours with a roughness that sent you spiraling.
You were close. So close. Your body was trembling, your breath coming out sharply.
“Taehyung,” you whimpered. “I—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come on my cock.”
The mere command sent you over the edge.
You moaned out, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper.
Taehyung groaned, his own release following close behind. He thrusted into you one final time, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with his warmth.
You both collapsed onto the tent floor, your bodies slick with sweat, your breaths being let out as ragged gasps. Taehyung pulled you into his arms, his lips pressing against your forehead in a soft, tender kiss.
“That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “It was,” you agreed, your voice soft.
You lay there for a while, enjoying the afterglow, the sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. Taehyung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch gentle and soothing.
The peaceful moment was interrupted by voices outside.
"Where's Y/N and Taehyung?" someone called out, the sound getting closer.
Your eyes met his in panic. Without a word, you both scrambled for your clothes, dressing as quickly as possible. You smoothed your hair down with trembling fingers.
You slipped out, trying to appear casual as you rejoined the group.
"There you are!" Jimin exclaimed. "We were wondering where you two disappeared to."
You chuckled, keeping your voice light. "Just needed some fresh air."
Taehyung appeared moments later, looking frustratingly composed despite what had just happened between you.
"And what about you?" Seokjin asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"Same," Taehyung said with a shrug, but his eyes found yours across the room, a secret smile playing on his lips.
As the group resumed their conversation, Rei sidled up beside you.
"So... fresh air, huh?" she whispered, nudging your side gently.
You couldn't help the blush that crept up your cheeks. "Something like that."
She studied your face for a moment before her eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god," she whispered, a delighted smile spreading across her face. "Finally!"
Later, as the group dispersed into smaller conversations, Taehyung managed to pass by you. His fingers gently brushed against yours, a touch so brief anyone else would have missed it.
"We should get lost together more often." he joked. His eyes met yours, warm and tender with just a hint of mischief. "Next time, I want to take my time with you. No interruptions, okay?"
You felt your lips curve into a smile that mirrored his own, a silent agreement passing between you.
a/n: yay you made it! lmk what you think of this one and check out my other stuff <3
Summary: For your entire lives, you and Jungkook have been best friends who told each other everything, promising no secrets between you two. But when you announce your engagement to a Kim Taehyung, he curses himself for never telling you that he's been in love with you for years. Now he's got one week to break up a wedding and make you choose him instead of your fiancé.
Pairing: bestfriend!Jungkook x reader, fiance!Taehyung x reader
Genre: yearning, love triangle, jealousy, fluff, angst, light smut, unrequited love
Word count: tba
Warnings: swearing, angst, light smut
a/n: Jungkook as Julia Roberts
"Let me get this straight, Y/n's chasing Taehyung, and you're chasing Y/n?"
"Yes! God, do I need to spell it out for you!?" He was yelling now, the intensity of the high-speed chase finally hitting him.
There was an annoyed sigh over the phone before Jimin matched his friend's tone, not caring who would hear. "Jungkook, wake up! The answer to everything is right in front of you."
"What!?"
"Look around!" There was a beat before he stated what Jungkook hoped he wouldn't, "Don't you realise that no one's chasing you?"
He shook his head, left and right, with his hand still on the wheel, swerving out of the way to not lose sight of you.
"No, no, you don't understand the situation--"
"Jungkook, for fucks sake, she doesn't love you!"
a/n: lol i post teasers like this bc i feel god will send my ideas to others. Exams are over so i can hop back on my grind
( 𝓦𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 ? 𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 ! ) 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ sfw +++ fluff. the disrespect of telling a literal international superstar, who also happens to be your boyfriend, that he isn't even your top pick in his own group is an absolute crime against his heart.
⋆ NAMJOON is a mature adult, and he understands that art is subjective and that people can appreciate different members for different reasons. after all, there are seven of them, and each brings something unique to the table and to the world, while fans get to choose who is number one for them.
except he’s been pacing around the living room for twenty minutes, hands behind his back, looking like a disappointed philosophy professor. "it’s just... i don't understand," he says, stopping to look at you dead in the eyes. "i write songs for you. i'm a leader who takes care of everything... i am literally right here in the flesh. but your laptop wallpaper is jin-hyung? do you know how bizarre that is?"
your boyfriend sighs, collapsing beside you on the couch and tugging your head onto his chest. "i’m going to write a song about emotional betrayal on why this is so messed up. but first, kiss me."
⋆ JIN takes your statement as a personal attack on his worldwide handsome reputation. the second you mention that hoseok is your bias, the damage is beyond repair. it makes zero sense, because how can someone else be number one on the ranking list? there shouldn't even be such a list in the first place.
"are you insane?" he shrieks, clutching his chest like he’s just been shot in a historical drama. "people line up around the block just to look at my left eyebrow... and you choose the guy who dances everywhere instead of your own gorgeous boyfriend?" jin dramatically turns his back on you, crossing his arms and pouting so hard his lips stick out. "no more handholding today. go ask hobi to hold your hand. see if his biceps keep you warm... i can't stand the disrespect in my own home."
would it help to tell him he’s in the top 5 on your list of celebrities? or maybe lie and say he's your bias wrecker? a very difficult choice, but you have the right to remain silent.
⋆ YOONGI just gives you a long, unblinking stare that makes you reevaluate every life choice you’ve ever made. when he finds out your bias is jimin, he just nods once, very slowly. he knows why that is your choice — everyone likes jimin. he has wonderful energy, a great personality, and amazing talent, but he isn't the one who knows your deepest secrets.
"yeah, the guy who loses his balance standing still," your beloved boyfriend murmurs as he turns back to his laptop. for the rest of the day, every time you ask him for a favor, he delivers petty resistance.
"yoongi, can you pass the salt?" you'd ask after the takeout food arrived at his studio. "ask jimin. i'm sure his high notes can reach it for you." then later on, "yoongi, cuddle me." he sighs, swiveling his chair around, but his arms immediately wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you into his lap anyway. "you're lucky i like you," he mutters into your neck. "even if your taste is terrible."
⋆ HOSEOK cannot handle it. he is a creature of pure affection, the sun if he had a physical form, shining so bright, being the happiest man alive, and finding out that taehyung is your bias sends him straight into an existential crisis. his sunbeams begin to quiver slightly with sadness and horror.
"taehyung?" he gasps, stopping whatever he was doing, clutching his face in his hands. "you, my own partner... i am betrayed by the very person i made coffee for this morning." hoseok marches over to where you’re sitting, dropping to his knees and resting his chin on your lap, looking up at you with heartbroken eyes. "look at this face! is this not a bias-worthy face? what does tae have that i don't have? no, wait– don't answer that! just kiss me and lie to me right now. tell me i'm your bias."
one thing you can't deny is that your boyfriend was your first bias. but people change, and so do their preferences, and what can you even do? that’s how it’s been since 2016 with the release of "blood, sweat & tears" and blond-haired taehyung.
⋆ JIMIN is intensely competitive, especially when it comes to attention and affection. finding out that jungkook is your bias triggers a very specific villain arc in him. don't get him wrong, he loves jungkook like a brother, and besides, everyone is crazy about their maknae… but he just doesn't understand why it's the youngest and not him, your own boyfriend?
he narrows his eyes, a smirk spreading across his face as he steps directly in front of you while you sit at the table reading a book. "hmm," he hums, tilting your chin up with his thumb. "is it because he's strong? or because he's cute?" jimin leans in, pressing a soft kiss right below your ear, making you shiver. "let's see if he can make your heart race like this. because as far as i'm concerned, i'm the only one who gets to touch you like this." then he pulls back, looking incredibly smug. "still think he's your bias?"
yes, you still think so, but every once in a while it's good for someone to wreck both you and your bias list. you wonder if he'd get more annoyed if you told him you have a special folder of jungkook edits? well, there's one way to find out.
⋆ TAEHYUNG simply refuses to accept your reality and replaces it with his own. when you tell him namjoon is your bias, his face goes completely blank. that can't possibly be true. you must have confused the wrong person with the lastname kim. mistakes happen, and ones like that are very easily fixed.
he slowly walks over to you, looms over your chair, and just stares directly into your eyes for ten solid seconds without blinking. "no, he's not," his deep voice leaving zero room for negotiation. you try to argue, but he just places his finger on your lips to shush you. "no, baby. i am your bias. look at my face, and tell me i am your boyfriend and your bias." he runs his thumb over your lower lip, looking down at it and then back at your eyes until you finally give in and admit that, fine, he’s your favorite person in the world.
"mmm, that's what i thought," he hums, content with the only possible answer to the question: who is your bias? "now let's rewatch my singularity performance."
⋆ JUNGKOOK and his ego take a devastating hit. he is used to being the one who is good at everything, so finding out yoongi is your bias completely confuses him. no, really. he’s used to the attention from fans, being loved by absolutely everyone, and, most importantly, being number one… how is it that he isn’t your number one?
sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, pouting so hard he looks like a bunny who didn't get his daily treats. "yoongi-hyung?" he whines, flexing his tattooed arm on purpose. "i can literally carry you all day and not get tired, and i don't get mad when you drink from my banana milk!" then he suddenly tackles you onto the mattress, pinning your wrists gently above your head and staring down at you with puffed cheeks and intense eyes. "it's not fair, and you aren't allowed to look at hyung's photocards anymore."
after hearing that, you hoped that he wouldn't find out about your mini-shrine to mint-haired yoongi in one of your cabinets.
