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.
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.
synopsis: Kim Taehyung was forbidden the moment your older brother, Namjoon, became friends with him. Falling for Taehyung was something you couldn’t control. He was everything you wanted in a man and more. He met every standard of yours and exceeded them, but you could never bring yourself to confess to him, so you wrote your feelings down in nine letters and kept them in a shoebox. Though, Taehyung always went back to his first love, making you believe that there was no chance for you. You decided it was time to let him go. He could never be yours. That day, you wrote one last letter. Your goodbye letter.
pairing: brother’s best friend!taehyung x fem!reader
genre / warnings: unrequited love, heavy angst, some fluff, slice of life, strong language, usage of alcohol, reader is a hopeless romantic and an art major!!, taehyung is oblivious as hell, jimin is your biggest supporter, jungkook and reader are so cute (they are bffs fr </3), jimin’s relationship with reader also makes me cry, flashbacks are in italics!
nini’s notes: my first one shot!! this may have a part two depending on how i feel and how well it does!! the letters aspect of this is somewhat inspired by tatbilb!! i really love this, i cried like six times writing this no joke, so i hope you enjoy it :’)!!
word count: 7.7K
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You met Taehyung when you were fifteen. You remembered it as clear as day. You were in a bad mood having received a low score on your math exam. You could never understand the subject, it never made sense to you. You just wanted to go home and lock yourself in your room while you drown in your own self-pity. The big tub of vanilla ice cream that stood in your freezer had your name all over it.
“Namjoon! My ice cream better still be in the freezer! I swear I am not in the mood to deal with you right now, my day is going badly as is!” you shouted as you walked inside your house, shoving off your shoes clumsily. Your cheeks were tinted pink from the frosty weather. The cold weather made your bad mood worse.
Despite winter being your favorite season, today was way too cold and your mood wasn't the brightest. Your fingers reached up to grasp the fabric of your scarf, and you started pulling at it aggressively. An annoyed huff left your lips as you tried to untangle the mess.
“Namjoon!” you shouted again, eyes focused only on removing your scarf, and you didn't notice that there were other people beside your brother in the house. “Did you hear me? I—”
Oh.
Six unfamiliar pairs of eyes stared at you in surprise.
“Uh, Joon?” you squeaked out. Your fingers froze, still tangled with your scarf.
Your brother pinched his nose in exasperation before he flashed his friends an awkward grin, “Sorry, guys. This is my little sister, Y/N. Don't mind her, she's a little crazy in the head sometimes.”
“Yah!” you snapped. A deep chuckle broke through the chaos and your eyes were quick to glance over at the source.
You swore you had never seen such a beautiful man in your life before. He was the embodiment of your type. His beauty made you completely forget about the ridiculous math formulas and the low exam score you received.
You watched as he confidently stood up from the couch and extended his hand, “Hi, I'm Taehyung.”
Hi, I think you're the love of my life. You thought to yourself as you gawked at him.
Your eyes trailed to his outstretched hand, as if it were a foreign thing to you. Namjoon could see Taehyung’s face slowly falling as he realized you weren't reaching out to return his gesture.
Namjoon coughed loudly, breaking you out of your trance. You hurriedly grasped Taehyung’s hand and your knees almost buckled. You've never thought a human hand could fit so perfectly with yours. Your heart thumped faster as a boxy smile appeared on Taehyung’s face.
“Hi.” you breathed out. Taehyung’s smile grew wider and he squeezed your hand before letting it go.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your interaction but shrugged it off, “This is Jin and Yoongi hyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook too.” As he listed their names, your eyes trailed over to each boy who gave you a small bow of their head or a smile.
“Hi. Nice to meet you guys.” you awkwardly stated. You nervously shifted in place before sticking your thumb toward the direction of your room. “I'm gonna go—I, yeah.”
You were quick to spin around and scamper away. Your ears picked up the familiar deep chuckle which caused your heart to skip a beat.
That night, you wrote a letter for the first time.
Dear Taehyung,
I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.
A few years passed, and your crush on Taehyung grew stronger. Out of the boys that Namjoon befriended, you were closest with the youngest three; Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. That doesn't mean you weren't close with the others. You were just closer in age to the three.
No one knew of your crush except for Jimin. He immediately figured it out when he noticed your eyes seemed to always shine around Taehyung’s presence.
“You like him.” Jimin muttered with wide eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Taehyung.
You tensed up and choked out a nervous laugh, “What nonsense are you going on about now?”
“Oh, please.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “You can’t put up an act around me. I see right through you.”
“Jimin.” you sighed.
Jimin softened, “Y/N.”
“He can’t know.” Was all you said.
Jimin was quiet for a moment before he spoke, “Can you handle it? Bottling your feelings inside?”
You didn’t answer. Jimin sighed and leaned down to place his head on your shoulder.
Jungkook, on the other hand, was dense and never picked up the small signs. He couldn't even tell if someone liked him or not. Taehyung was similar in that way but he knew enough to pick up the signs when a girl was crushing on him. Yet, when it came to you, he was completely oblivious.
“Hey, are you going to the grad party tonight?” You glanced up from your laptop at the sound of a soft knock on your door. Your roommate, Sunni, had a hopeful look on her face. You weren't exactly a party person and preferred to stay in rather than go out. Sunni could see the distaste on your face already and was quick to blurt out, “Taehyung will be there.”
You gave her a wary stare, but Sunni didn't budge. She raised an eyebrow, “And so will Jimin and Jungkook, y'know our friends, your best friends? Look, it's Jimin and Taehyung’s senior year before they go out in the real world. Are you really going to skip out on their last hurrah?”
Your face fell at that. It was their last year. You and Jungkook were only in your second year so you still had some time before you would graduate.
“Fine, but only because it’s for Jimin and Tae,” you grumbled, which caused Sunni to squeal.
“Come on! We need to find you an outfit!” Sunni was quick to walk to your closet and rummage through your rack of clothes.
“Seriously?” You whined. “I just organized my closet.”
“Relax.” Sunni scoffed, “You’re acting as if I will make a complete mess. I’m a clean freak, you know that, but that’s beside the point. We need to find something sexy but cute.”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone, Sunni.” you snickered as you continued to type out your assignment for your English class.
“You should! You're beautiful, sexy, and smart!” Sunni exclaimed with wide eyes. “Anyone would be lucky to date you!”
You laughed at her statement, “Thanks, Sunni.”
“Now, put your assignment aside for the night.” Sunni grabbed a white lace halter top and a light blue jean skirt. A huge grin appeared on her face, “Because tonight, we're gonna party.”
You sighed fondly, a grin plastered on your face as well.
You needed to let loose tonight.
By the time you and Sunni finished getting ready, the time for the party to start was approaching. The two of you took Sunni’s car and drove to the location of the party. From what Sunni told you on the way there, it was a senior’s house that they recently bought with a couple of other people.
Sunni squealed as the two of you walked toward the entrance, “I'm so excited! You'll have a lot of fun, I promise!”
You merely laughed. You could only hope. Parties and you never mesh well together.
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and reached back to grab it. A smile appeared on your face seeing that it was a text from Jimin. You didn't tell anyone that you were going as you wanted it to be a surprise.
Jimin: you're here???
You: surprise!! where are you??
Jimin: fuck
You: ???
Jimin: stay by the front door, ill come get you
You: jimin you're scaring me
Jimin left you on read and didn't answer which caused you to furrow your eyebrows anxiously. Your heart was beating rapidly and you glanced up to try to find Jimin. You felt a little calmer when you saw a familiar blonde coming your way.
“Jimin!” you shouted over the loud music, your eyes flickering around his face. “What’s wrong?”
Jimin gave you a pitying look, “If I had known you were coming, I would've warned you.”
“What?” you muttered with knitted brows.
“Lina is here. With Taehyung.”
Oh.
Lina was Taehyung’s first girlfriend. The two had an on-and-off relationship since their freshman year. They would get into arguments, break up, and then get back together in a couple of weeks. Jimin didn't like her nor did the rest of the guys. They all believed Taehyung deserved better and Lina knew the hold she had on him so she would always come back to him because he would too.
“They're back together?” Was all you could bring yourself to say.
Jimin rolled his eyes and took a big sip of alcohol from his cup, “Don't get me started. It's complicated, according to Taehyung. He and I got into a small argument about it and he's ignoring me right now.”
“Tae? Ignoring you?” You gaped at him. Jimin gave you a sad smile and shrugged.
“Maybe you can smack some sense into him, Y/N.” Jimin sighed and his eyes softened, “He just, I don't know, he seems to only listen to you somehow.”
“Don't say that.” you mumbled as you rubbed your forehead.
Jimin shrugged, “It’s true, but anyways, no more of this nonsense. Let's go drink and celebrate me finally graduating.” he grabbed your hand and paused, “And find Jungkook. God knows where that kid is.”
You snorted.
As Jimin guided you through the huge crowd, you subconsciously searched for Taehyung. You believed what Jimin told you but you just wanted to see it for yourself.
Maybe this is your sign to finally move on from him.
You loved him since you were fifteen.
You couldn't do this to yourself anymore.
Just as you were about to step into the kitchen, your eyes met a familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Your breath hitched. Taehyung’s eyes slightly widened upon registering that you were actually there. You noticed he slightly tensed up which caused Lina, who was sitting on his lap, to lean toward him and whisper something.
You gave him a small smile and looked away before he could return it.
“Find me a strong drink, Jimin.”
Jimin glanced back and smirked, “You don't have to tell me twice.”
You and Jimin ventured further into the kitchen and the two of you finally made it to the nearby table where all the drinks were. Coincidentally, you found Jungkook there.
“Y/N!” Jungkook gasped. His eyes lit up in complete joy and he rushed to embrace you, “I thought you said you weren't coming?”
“Yeah, but Sunni managed to convince me.” You smiled and paused, taking a glance around the area, “Who—I don't know where she went.”
“I saw her with her little boyfriend, Jaemin.” Jimin took a sip from his cup. “I think she'll be fine.”
You sighed in relief. You knew she was in good hands at least.
“I could treat her better but whatever.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. He had a slight crush on Sunni but you knew Sunni wasn't really that interested and Jungkook knew that but he liked to joke around about it.
You snorted, “Sure, pal.”
“Thanks, best friend.” Jungkook sarcastically muttered. He turned around and grabbed an unopened can of beer. “Oh! Here. I know you don't like super-strong alcohol.”
“Thanks, Kook.” You gave him a genuine smile, “But, uh, I think I'd be down to drink some of that strong alcohol today.”
Jungkook’s jaw lightly dropped, “Who are you and what have you done to my Y/N?” he paused and frowned, “Wait, who's dying tonight? Who are we killing?” Jimin snorted and you snickered.
Your heart warmed. Jungkook was truly your best friend. “No one, doofus. I just want to let loose tonight.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Jimin, who gave him a nod, “Hmmm. . . If you say so.” he passed you his cup, “Take mine. I'll grab a new one.”
“No—it's okay.” You shook your head but Jungkook didn't budge.
“Take the cup. I don't trust anyone here.”
“I agree.” Jimin clicked his tongue and pointed to the cup.
“You guys are too much.” You chuckled but they knew you didn't mean it.
“Yeah, love you too.” Jungkook grinned, “Okay, I'll be right back and we’ll party.”
“Are we going to get Tae?” you asked and Jungkook immediately rolled his eyes.
“Not if he's with her. I'm passing on that.”
Jimin slapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulders, “It's nice having someone who understands.”
You sighed, “If she makes him happy, we should be happy for him.”
“Dude.” Jungkook deadpanned, “She’s literally the devil reincarnated. Taehyung experiences more sorrow than joy.”
Jimin cackled loudly at that. You opened your mouth to say something but found no words.
“Okay, be right back!” Jungkook turned and went to get a new drink.
“He needs to learn the hard way, Y/N.” Jimin told you once Jungkook was out of earshot.
You didn't answer, merely drowning some alcohol down.
You had a few drinks in you now and you knew you were most definitely buzzed. Your head pounded as you continued to dance with Jimin and Jungkook.
“Wait, guys.” You huffed and stopped in your tracks to hold your head. “I think I'm going to get some water. My head’s killing me.”
The two stopped and gave you a concerned look.
“I'll go with you.” Jimin didn't hesitate to offer but you shook your head and smiled.
“No, no. It's okay. I'll be back quickly.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “You sure?”
“Yeah.” you nodded with a laugh. Jimin reluctantly let you go and you started to make your way through the crowd, muttering apologies as you passed by.
You finally reached the kitchen and grabbed a cold unopened water bottle from the cooler.
“Hey, you're Y/N, right?” You looked up to see a somewhat familiar guy. He looked decently handsome and you recognized him as one of your classmates.
“Oh, hey! Luke, right?”
Luke smiled, “Yeah! I didn't know you were a party type of person. You don't seem like one.”
“Ah.” you chuckled, “I know some of the seniors that this party is for and they're my best friends so I came out to celebrate with them.”
“That’s nice.” Luke grinned before his posture shifted into a more nervous stance, “Uh, this is really random and super out of the blue, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? I think you're really cool.”
Oh wow. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Luke was handsome but he wasn't really your type. He was quite far from it.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, “I'm not really interested but you seem like a great guy.”
Almost immediately, Luke’s entire energy changed. His eyes grew dark and a snarky look appeared on his face.
“Whatever. You're not all that anyway.”
“What did you just say?” The two of you turned your heads to see Taehyung glaring harshly at Luke.
“Tae.” you were quick to say, standing up taller to hold him back from potentially throwing a punch.
“No.” Taehyung shook his head and stepped closer to you, his hand reached out to place his palm on your lower back. You tensed up at the touch and glanced up at him with wide eyes.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened as his glare remained on Luke, “I suggest you walk away before I do something I’ll regret.”
Luke scoffed. “What? Is she your girl or something?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung raised a stern brow, “So listen to what I said and walk the fuck away.” You froze.
What?
Luke rolled his eyes and scoffed again, mumbling incoherent phrases under his breath as he walked away.
You continued to stare at Taehyung in shock.
Taehyung quickly glanced down at you and his eyes softened. His brows furrowed in concern, “You okay? He didn't try anything right?”
“No,” you reassured him. “You—You didn't have to do that y'know.”
“I'll always protect you,” Taehyung stated with knitted eyebrows, confused as to why you would say such a thing. “You know that.”
“I know.” You closed your eyes for a brief moment, “I'm talking about me being your girl.”
Taehyung paused. His mouth opened and closed before a sigh left his lips, “It worked, didn't it?”
You pursed your lips, “Yeah, I guess.”
He noticed the water bottle in your hand and glanced back at your face, his eyes flickered around, “You drank a lot tonight, didn't you?” It wasn't really a question, but rather a statement because he knew the answer.
He knew you.
He always did.
“Want me to take you home?” Taehyung asked softly.
“What?” you muttered in disbelief.
“I'm kinda sick of the party already and you look tired. I can take you back to your apartment.” Taehyung shrugged.
You glanced over to the crowd of moving bodies and spotted Jimin and Jungkook who were a part of some dance train. Taehyung followed your stare and exhaled sharply.
“Go.” he nodded his head toward their direction, “Let them know. I can go start the car.” You gave him a hesitant look and he gave you a small smile, “I didn't drink tonight if that's what you're worried about. I wasn't in the mood.”
“Okay.” you sighed and Taehyung grinned. He tapped the tip of your nose before he left. Your heart raced. This was not good for you. So much for trying to move on.
You started to make your way back to Jimin and Jungkook. The two noticed you immediately and cheered.
“Hey!” Jungkook shouted, “What took so long?”
“Some guy hit on me.” you answered before trailing off, “And Taehyung rescued me.” Jimin and Jungkook shared a look.
“He's taking you home now, isn't he?” Jimin questioned and you only gave him a timid smile in response. Jimin sighed and pulled you into his arms, “Let me know when you're home then okay?”
Jungkook pouted and pulled you into a hug after Jimin released you, “Me too. If Taehyung does something, I don't care how long I've known him, I will fight him if something happens to you.”
You laughed. You did not doubt that Jungkook would actually do it.
“I will.” you smiled, “Bye.” The two shared their goodbyes, and you went to find Sunni to let her know you would be leaving too. You spotted her in one of the corners chatting with some people.
“Y/N!” Sunni squealed. She turned to her group, “Guys this is my cutie roommate, Y/N.” You gave her friends a small wave and smiled.
“I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now,” you informed her, and she gave you a concerned look.
“You're taking an Uber?” Sunni asked.
“No, Tae’s taking me home.”
Sunni raised an eyebrow at that, “Hm. Okay, stay safe, I'll be home soon too.” You nodded and gave her a quick hug before leaving to find Taehyung.
You reached the entrance and grabbed your shoes, putting them on and exiting the party. You were quick to spot Taehyung who was leaning against his car and scrolling through his phone.
At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up and gave you a grin, “Took you long enough. Did you say bye to everyone in that house? I didn't know you were so popular.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a mocking laugh, “Haha. So funny, but I did, so we can go now.”
Taehyung chuckled and opened the passenger door for you to get in. Your heart warmed at the stupid action. It's the bare minimum, Y/N. Snap out of it.
Once you were inside, Taehyung quickly made it over to the driver’s seat and began to drive out. You buckled your seatbelt as did he and you felt yourself slightly shiver.
“Cold?” Taehyung asked, reaching to adjust the air conditioner already.
“I'm okay, thanks,” you said. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to take a bold step, “So, I heard you're back with Lina?”
Taehyung sighed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, “No. It's just—complicated.”
“Isn't it always?” you huffed softly which made him crack a smile.
“Well.” you decided to change the subject as it seemed like Taehyung didn't really want to talk about his situation with Lina, “You're graduating soon, what are you gonna do after?”
“I don't even know.” Taehyung laughed softly, “Maybe apply to work at some art museum. I've always loved art.”
“And you're also really good at creating art,” you interjected.
Taehyung glanced over at you and grinned. He turned back to the road and shook his head fondly. “You're too kind Y/N.”
“I’m serious!” you whined. “You should really sell your art. I know I would buy it!”
“You're just saying that because you already know me.”
“I would buy your art in a heartbeat even if you were a complete stranger to me.” you were quick to snap back. Taehyung peered back at you for a brief moment and smiled.
“What would I do without my biggest supporter, huh?”
“Probably not know how to survive in this chaotic world.” you joked.
Taehyung paused for a second before a soft smile grew on his face. He looked over at you and a breathy laugh left his lips, “Yeah. True. I wouldn't.”
You fell quiet. The sound that only you could hear was the thunderous pounding of your heart beating against your rib cage.
That night after Taehyung dropped you off at your apartment and made sure you had everything you needed. You wrote your sixth letter.
Dear Taehyung,
I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.
Time flew by and now you were a senior. You still kept in contact with Jimin after he graduated but with Taehyung, you slowly lost contact with him. It hurt when it happened, but you realized maybe this was a blessing from the universe, it had given you a chance to finally move on.
“Hey! You ready?” The sound of Jungkook’s voice broke you from your thoughts. A huge smile grew on your face at the sight of him. His outfit mirrored yours, a red cap and gown, and his neck adorned with numerous medals and cords.
“Hey, fellow grad.” you laughed. Jungkook chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I'm ready. We're starting soon?”
“Yeah. So get your valedictorian ass up on that stage already.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, nodding his head toward the stage.
“Says you salutatorian.” You snorted and linked your arms with his.
Jungkook scoffed and nudged you, “Can't believe you beat my ass by one point.”
You stuck your tongue out at him which caused him to nudge you a little harder. You laughed loudly and the two of you made it onto the stage. You both took your seats as the president of your university walked up to the podium.
You glanced out in the crowd, taking in the faces of your fellow peers and friends. A smile appeared on your face when you spotted Sunni in the crowd. The girl gave you a wink that made you let out a quiet chuckle.
You hear the president introducing Jungkook as salutatorian which signaled that he would go up to present his speech.
“Wish me luck.” Jungkook whispered and you gave him a bright grin and two thumbs up.
“You got this. Make me proud, Kook.”
Jungkook chuckled and walked up to the podium. His speech almost made you cry but you held it in. You couldn't cry right before you would present your own speech.
“And finally, my greatest gratitude goes to my ride or die, Y/N L/N. Without her, I genuinely would've not survived these past four years. She's my confidant and best friend. She pushed me to be the best version of myself and I'm so thankful that I have someone like her in my life. So, Y/N, valedictorian of this wonderful class, it's your turn to be the tearjerker.” The crowd laughed loudly and you giggled as you stood up to walk to the podium.
You pulled Jungkook into a tight hug and Jungkook gripped you tighter. You rubbed his back and whispered, “Love you.”
“Love you more.” he whispered back before the two of you pulled apart. His eyes were glistening with tears and you cooed which made him scoff. You laughed before taking his spot at the podium.
You sighed deeply into the microphone before a smile appeared on your face, “Good morning, faculty and students. Today is the day. The day we all close our books and write a new one. It's definitely scary to step into a chaotic world without knowing what is actually waiting out there for us but I know how all of you are. You're strong, bright, and determined. You’re all hard workers and today is proof of that.”
Your eyes flickered around the crowd and you noticed your parents beaming with pride. Namjoon was right beside them, tears visible in his eyes and you almost wanted to burst out laughing. He swore he wouldn't cry and yet here he was, not keeping his word. You notice the boys standing with him too. Yoongi, Jin, Hobi, and Jimin. Your heart cracked at the sight of no Taehyung. Maybe he's late.
He promised he would come to your graduation.
“When you graduate, I'll make sure to be the loudest there.” Taehyung placed his pinky out in front of you.
“Really?” you snickered and raised an inquisitive brow.
Taehyung grinned widely, “Scout’s honor.”
You laughed and intertwined your pinky with his. Taehyung's smile grew wider and he tapped your nose with his pointer finger causing your heart to warm.
You cleared your throat and focused back on the crowd of students in front of you. You inhaled sharply before continuing your speech, “In life, there are things and people you must keep and let go of. To those who stood with you through thick and thin, never scared to go against the odds that were against you, keep them. People like them are very hard to come by.” The crowd laughed in agreement. You cracked a smile.
“And sometimes you have to let go of those who mattered most even when it's the complete opposite of what you want. I want you to know that it's okay. It's a part of the cycle. Continue on and bloom. You live only once and you must make the most of it. You can't be the reason or let anyone be the reason why you're held back from greatness. So when you leave today, choose yourself. Choose happiness, choose love, and choose to do what makes you happy. It's okay to be selfish so live for yourself.” The auditorium erupted in claps and cheers and you swore you could hear a loud sniffle behind you. You immediately knew it was Jungkook.
“And I want you to know that you’ll always have a friend in me. You call, I run. So my fellow graduates, today we cheer for us and for our beautiful futures. Congratulations, you finished the first half of your journey. Keep soaring.” You smiled brightly and everyone in the audience stood up and cheered deafeningly.
The top ten of your class were first to walk the stage which included you and Jungkook. Then one by one, every student walked across the stage with their degree. After the president of your university shared his farewells and thanks, the students dispersed to their respective families.
“My baby!” your mother cried out as she rushed toward you. You groaned affectionately when she reached up to cup your cheeks. “I'm so proud of you!”
“Thank you, Mom.” You laughed.
Your dad sniffed and wiped a tear that fell down his face. “I can't believe how grown you are now.”
“Yeah, can you go back to that kid who would always trail after me?” Namjoon walked up to you with a tearful smile and you scoffed. He pulled you into a tight hug which made you let out an ‘oof’ sound. “I'm serious. Can you go back?”
“Love you too, Joon.” You patted his back and he sniffled on your shoulders which caused you to snort. The two of you pulled away and Jin walked up to you with a proud smile.
“Congrats, Y/Nie!” Jin cheered and he pinched your cheeks.
“Jin!” You whined and rubbed your face. Jin snickered at your reaction.
“Congratulations, Y/N.” Yoongi smiled and you beamed.
“Thanks, Yoongi!”
“Congrats! I got you this flower lei!” Hobi sent you a heart-shaped smile. You gasped and bent your head down slightly so he could place the lei around your neck.
“It's so beautiful! Thanks, Hobi!”
“Where’s my lei at?” You hear Jungkook let out a scandalized gasp from behind you.
“Jungkookie! Congrats, sweetie!” your mom cheered as she gushed over him. Jungkook’s cheeks burned red and he grew bashful.
“Ah, thank you, Auntie.” Jungkook gave her a soft smile.
Your dad slapped a hand on his shoulders and gave him a grin, “Congrats, kid.” Jungkook beamed and thanked him as well. Everyone followed in congratulating him and you chuckled at the sight.
“There's my favorite girl.” You turned to see Jimin beaming at you happily. You squealed and rushed to hug him.
“I missed you so much,” you muttered into his shoulders. Jimin chuckled and squeezed you tightly.
“I missed you more.”
“Taehyung?” you whispered so that only you and Jimin could hear. He gave you a sad smile and shook his head.
Your face fell, “He’s really not here?”
“I’m sorry, Y/Nie.” Jimin mumbled sadly.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. You thought he was probably just late but to know that he just never attended broke you.
“It’s okay.” You gave him a light smile. “I’m just happy you were able to come. I know how busy you've been with work and traveling.”
Jimin blew out a breath and shook his head, “I love my job but it is so exhausting with the constant business meetings.” You laughed at that.
“So, Y/Nie.” Jin wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you turned to see that everyone was surrounding you and Jimin. “I heard you're moving abroad?”
Your dad grinned at that, pride was clear on his face, “Y/N here got a really big offer to manage this art museum in Paris. I think it's called the Louvre.”
“You're moving to Paris?” Jungkook gaped at you in shock and you winced, “And working at the Louvre?”
“Surprise?” you sheepishly said. Your mom slapped your dad on the arm which caused a guilty look to appear on his face. “I was going to reveal it at our celebration party but Dad here got too excited.”
“Hey! I'm a proud father, okay?” your dad defended himself. Everyone laughed.
“I know I don't say it a lot, but I'm really proud of you, Y/N.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking from his cheeks.
You pouted and you felt yourself tear up. “Don't say that, I'm going to cry now.”
Namjoon laughed loudly and pulled you into an embrace.
“Okay, let's go party now please!” Jungkook pleaded and you rolled your eyes with a snort.
“Yeah, let's go.”
You were all back at your family’s house and it was surrounded by family and friends. You spent a lot of time mingling but you needed a breather. So you were currently sitting on the balcony from your room.
“Y/N?” You turned to see Jimin at the entrance of your room. He smiled at you, “Thought I’d find you here. Can I come in?”
You gave him a small grin and nod. You turned back to stare out at the night sky and sighed. You felt Jimin taking a seat beside you. The sound of the breeze and the chittering of insects was heard through the peaceful silence.
“He tried to come.” Jimin muttered.
You swallowed, “What happened?”
“Lina.”
You scoffed.
“They're back together? Again?”
“I don't know.” Jimin breathed out.
You took a large sip from your cup and rubbed your eyes, “I’m tired, Jimin.”
“I know.” he whispered.
“I can't keep going on like this.”
“Then why do you?”
A shaky sigh left your lips, “Because somewhere inside of me, I believe that maybe there is a chance. Maybe everything he's done for me was because it was in his interest in me. Why would he pretend that I was his girl that one night? Why is he always the first one to my rescue when I need saving? Why, Jimin, why?”
“I don't know why,” Jimin answered softly. “But what I know is that a few months after our graduation, he stopped trying to stay in contact with you.”
You got quiet and you turned to face him, "How do you know that?”
He cracked a sad smile, “Because he always asks me how you are.” You froze. “And whenever I ask why can't he ask you himself, he gets quiet.”
Your breath hitched and you felt your eyes sting with tears. You were quick to glance away from Jimin and stare back out at the sky. The moon seemed to shine brighter all of a sudden.
“What happened to you two?” Jimin asked quietly.
A few moments of silence passed.
“We grew up,” you answered. “I grew up. I think I stopped trying.”
Jimin hummed. “I’m proud of you. Really.”
You cracked a smile at that.
“Will you ever give him your letters?” Jimin questioned faintly.
You were quiet for a while. Your letters were sacred to you. It contained every honest and raw feeling you had for Taehyung. Maybe this whole time you could never move on was because you still held on to those letters. Maybe the key was to let them go. If you give it to him, you'll finally move on.
You turned to Jimin, “I think I will.” Jimin gave you a surprise look, “I think I will finally be able to let go of him if I do it.”
“Besides, I won't have to face him any time soon.”
Jimin looked at you confused now.
You sighed, “I leave tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, “Y/N.”
“I know.” you exhaled sharply. “But this is what I worked for my whole life. This is it.”
“Everyone knows?” Jimin asked.
“Only my parents and Joon right now. I plan to tell the others later when I go back down.” You replied.
The sound of Namjoon yelling Jimin’s name from downstairs was heard which caused the two of you to look toward your bedroom door.
“Someone’s being called.” you snickered.
Jimin sighed and chuckled lightly. He got up from his seat and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here for you through everything, okay?”
You smiled back and nodded, “Thanks.”
Jimin winked and turned to leave but stopped when you called out to him.
“Hey, Jimin?” He gave you a confused look. “Do you think you can give the letters to Tae?” his eyes softened and he nodded.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thank you.” you breathed. Jimin gave you one last smile before leaving.
You felt your phone vibrate and you saw that it was a text from Taehyung. Your heart dropped. The two of you hadn’t texted in months.
Taehyung: i’m sorry i wasn’t at your graduation, i tried really hard to. congratulations y/n, i’m proud of you :)
A lump formed in your throat and you felt your eyes well up with tears. You decided to ignore his text and face the night sky again.
That night, you wrote your goodbye to Taehyung.
Taehyung,
I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.
Goodbye Taehyung,
I'll always love you.
It was the next day, and you had to leave for your job now. Everyone was at the airport, teary-eyed but filled with happiness. You took in everyone’s faces and pouted.
“I'm going to miss you all so much.” you cried and rushed to try and hug everyone. Your mother cooed and caressed your hair as she tried to calm you down but it didn't really help. Your sobs were muffled against Namjoon's shoulders and you could hear that he was crying too. You pulled back, eyes brimming with tears.
“Okay, no more tears please.” Jungkook sniffled. He used the end of his sleeve to wipe any stray tears and gave you a sad frown, “I’m mad that you're leaving me but happy for you because you're achieving your dreams.”
You laughed tearfully and pulled the taller man into a hug. He was quick to squeeze you tightly.
One by one, you hugged everyone one last time. Namjoon sported a proud grin but his red eyes gave away his true emotions which made your heart break. He was your big brother and seeing your little sister leaving wasn't easy. Jin, and surprisingly, Yoongi looked about the same as Namjoon. Hobi was a complete mess, sniffling into his tissue every now and then. Jimin looked like he was about to break down but he held it in pretty well.
You hugged Jimin last and the blonde man made sure to hold you tighter and longer. When you pulled back, you handed him a stack of sealed letters that were tied with a red string. Jimin immediately recognized what they were and gave you a sad smile.
“Thank you.” Your voice cracked.
“Of course.” Jimin muttered back before hugging you again. You breathed out a shaky sigh and squeezed him.
The two of you broke apart and you gave everyone a small smile before slowly departing. Once your back was turned toward them, your heart grew heavier.
This will be good for you. This is what you need.
Jimin hasn't seen Taehyung in a while. The two of them were quite busy, Jimin with the numerous meetings with different businessmen and Taehyung being the head of managing a renowned art museum.
The two were still close but not as much as they were in college, especially now that Taehyung was back together with Lina. They rarely ever talk now.
For you though, Jimin had to break the silence. He had to. It was for your own well-being. You deserved better and he wanted to make sure you would.
Jimin was in front of Taehyung’s apartment door and with a sigh, he knocked. A few minutes went by before the door opened. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of Jimin.
“Jimin.” Taehyung breathed out. “Hi! Uh—come in.” he stepped aside for the blonde to walk in and Jimin gave him a tight-lipped smile as he stepped inside.
“Lina’s not here is she?” Jimin cleared his throat.
Taehyung inhaled sharply and shook his head, “No. It’s over between us.”
“Really?” Jimin sarcastically laughed. His eyes were dark with anger, “You sure? Because I’ve heard that phrase a million times now.”
Taehyung sighed and clenched his jaw, “I’m serious. It’s over.”
“You missed her graduation.” Jimin snapped.
“I know.” Taehyung retorted harshly. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and rubbed his face, “I’ve been beating myself over it since last night, okay? Lina completely fucked me over and I couldn't get out of the plans she made because it was a done deal. I got even more pissed finding out that she purposely made the plans on Y/N and Jungkook’s graduation so I would miss it.”
Jimin’s lips parted in shock. His eyes softened and any fury in his body vanished.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Taehyung muttered tiredly, “We haven't talked in forever and I know it's awkward between us right now.”
“Y/N.” Jimin answered.
Taehyung froze.
“What about her?” Taehyung muttered softly. His voice dropped to that particular tone that he always spoke in whenever he talked about you.
Jimin didn't respond. He merely grabbed something from his back pocket and handed it to Taehyung.
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together at the stack of letters in Jimin’s hands. He hesitantly reached out to grab it and his heart dropped at the familiar handwriting.
Taehyung. His name was written in a beautiful elegant cursive. He knew this was you.
“What is this?” Taehyung choked out.
“Just—” Jimin sighed, “Just read it.”
Taehyung swallowed harshly before he slowly opened the first letter on top of the stack. A neatly folded paper was in the envelope and he gradually unfolded it.
His eyes trailed over the words.
May 3rd, 2012.
That was the day you two met.
Dear Taehyung,
I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.
Taehyung’s breath hitched.
His eyes frantically read the words over and over again.
He moved to the next letter.
Dear Taehyung,
Is this love? I think it is. I always hear the birds singing louder whenever you're near. Maybe I'm just crazy, but maybe I'm not. Because I swear every time you smile at me, my heart jumps into the shape of your smile.
Taehyung’s eyes started to burn.
Dear Taehyung,
You're the only person who doesn't make me feel like I'm alone. I love Jimin and Jungkook but sometimes I don't think they understand me. Thank you for being that person for me. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm scared, Taehyung. I think I'm falling harder.
A shaky breath left Taehyung’s lips and he felt like his knees were about to buckle.
Dear Taehyung,
Today was the worst and best day ever for me. I hated going on the roller coasters but your encouragement pushed me not to be scared. You made today fun. You always knew how to make me feel better, and that still scares me. I don't think I can ever shake you out of my system.
Taehyung let out a choked cry as his knees started to quiver. Jimin started to tear up at the distraught sight of him.
Dear Taehyung,
You left for college today. I cried two times after you and Jimin said goodbye. I hope college treats you well. I know you will do amazing things and I can't wait to hear about them. Remember that I'll always be in your corner! Fighting!
Taehyung felt himself drop to the floor. A trembling whimper left him as he read the next letter.
Dear Taehyung,
I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.
The hole in Taehyung’s chest grew. His vision started to get blurry as he continued to read.
Dear Taehyung,
I think I am completely and irrevocably in love with you. Every time you laugh, my heart turns into a mess. Every time you tap my nose, my heart decides it's only you. I'm really scared now. What should I do, Taehyung? You've wrecked me entirely.
A stifled sob escaped Taehyung. His head hurts now and his heart burns.
Dear Taehyung,
It's been a few months since you graduated now and I miss you. A lot. You're a big manager at your dream art museum now and I couldn't be more happier for you! I still think you should sell your art and I hope you do one day! Maybe, I'll work at the Louvre and your art will be displayed!
A few tears fell onto the next letter and Taehyung felt his heart drop at the first few words.
Dear Taehyung,
My graduation is coming up and I'm valedictorian. Jungkook is super salty over it but I hope you're proud of me! We haven't talked in months now and I tried keeping in contact but I guess our lives just got too busy. I miss when we were careless kids laughing over stupid things. I got a job offer at the Louvre too! Crazy, right?! It was a big surprise for me but I'm super happy! I hope to see you at my graduation and tell you all about it! Love you. Miss you.
Taehyung leaned back against his couch and let out a shaky breath. His hand came up to wipe away his tears.
Taehyung,
I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.
Goodbye Taehyung,
I'll always love you.
This was the last letter and Taehyung knew this was it. He noticed there was no ‘Dear’. You had let him go. Taehyung grasped at his chest and cried. Jimin, who stood watching him, quietly sniffled, his heart clenching in pain for his friend.
“She kept looking for you at her graduation.” Jimin revealed gently.
That didn't help Taehyung at all, it only caused him to cry harder. He glanced up at Jimin with swollen eyes, “Where is she?”
Jimin was quiet.
Taehyung grew anxious. He felt his eyes sting, “Jimin. Where is she?”
“She’s gone, Tae.” Jimin quietly replied, “She left for Paris.”
Taehyung felt his whole world collapse.
You were right there in front of him this whole time and he was so blind.
Three weeks into your relationship, Kim Taehyung is set on testing your patience and your razor abilities. Perched on his bathroom sink, you fight to stay focused as he deploys fish faces, velvet voice, and wandering hands to distract you.
WARNINGS ◦ sfw ◦ japanese reader because i decided so ◦ new relationship stats ◦ established relationship ◦ fluff all the way ◦ lil bit corny ngl ◦ domestic bangtan is where my heart is ◦ domestic taehyung ◦ idol!taehyung ◦ slice of life.
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۶ৎ 𝓜 , damn right ooh. i'll write a proper taehyung drabble soon stay tuned. let me sign a nda taehyung pls, idc about the 10 year gap. hit me up dada. this is very quick and very self indulgent pls don’t take it seriously.
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You perched on the edge of Taehyung’s bathroom sink, legs swinging lazily, the cool marble biting through your thin socks. His apartment smelled like the vanilla candle you’d bought him last week—something to “make it less bachelor cave,” you’d said—and the faint citrus of his shampoo. He was leaving for tour in three days. The suitcases in the living room were already half-packed, a quiet reminder that this little bubble was temporary.
Taehyung stood between your knees, shirtless, a towel slung low on his hips, staring at his reflection with the intensity of a man negotiating world peace. A thin layer of shaving cream dotted his jaw like awkward snow.
“I’m telling you,” he muttered, “this beard is cursed. Every time I let it grow even a little, it looks like I lost a fight with a lawnmower.”
You snorted, stealing the razor from his hand before he could do more damage. “It’s not cursed, you’re just impatient. And you missed a whole patch right here.” You tapped the spot under his chin with two fingers. “Looks like a sad little island.”
He narrowed his eyes at you in the mirror, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Yah, Japanese model thinks she’s an expert on Korean facial hair now?”
“Ya, shut up idol boy.” You dipped the razor under warm water and tilted his head back gently with your free hand. “Hold still, please.”
He obeyed—for about four seconds. Then he started making that ridiculous face he does when he’s trying not to laugh: lips pursed, cheeks sucked in like a fish. You burst out laughing so hard you nearly nicked him.
“Yah—stop!” You yanked the razor away just in time, pressing your palm flat against his chest to push him back an inch. “Taehyung, I swear to God.”
He blinked innocently, lips still half-pursed like a guilty goldfish. “What? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re doing the face. The one you use when you want me to melt and let you off the hook.” You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror, trying to ignore how stupidly endearing it was. “I see you, Kim Taehyung. I’m not falling for it this time.”
He tilted his head, all fake confusion, but the smirk was already creeping in. “Falling for what? I’m just concentrating. Very seriously. On my very important beard.”
“Bullshit.” You wiped the razor under the running water, refusing to look at him directly because you knew your resolve would crumble. “Last time you pulled this, I ended up letting you skip the gym and we ate ramyeon in bed at 2 a.m. I have self-control today.”
He leaned in closer anyway, hands sliding up your thighs, thumbs brushing the hem of your shorts. “But baby, my beard is suffering. Look at it. It needs your gentle Japanese precision.”
You snorted, refusing to laugh again even though your shoulders shook. “Your beard is fine. You’re just bored and you know I’m leaving for that shoot tomorrow, so you’re trying to distract me into staying longer.”
Taehyung’s expression shifted—just a little—something real flickering behind the playfulness. But he recovered fast, classic Taehyung, doubling down with the big eyes and the slight pout. “Is it working?”
You pressed the warm cloth to his jaw a little firmer than necessary, cleaning off the last bits of cream. “No. I’m immune now. Three weeks of dating you has built up my defenses.”
He hummed, unconvinced, and suddenly hooked his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him so your legs wrapped around his hips on instinct. The sink edge dug into your thighs.
“Really?” he murmured, voice dropping into that low, velvet tone he knew you hated (loved). “Because you’re smiling.”
“I’m not.” You were.
“You are. And you’re still holding the razor like you’re gonna finish the job, but you haven’t moved in thirty seconds.”
You groaned, dropping your forehead against his shoulder in defeat for half a second before catching yourself. “You’re impossible. How do your colleagues survive you?”
“They don’t. They just run away on tour and leave me to you.” He kissed the side of your neck, quick and light, then pulled back with that boxy grin that always felt like cheating. “So… truce? One more kiss and I’ll behave while you finish shaving.”
You stared at him, razor hovering. “One kiss. That’s it. Then you sit still like a normal human.”
“Deal.” He leaned in immediately.
You dodged at the last second, turning it into a quick peck on his freshly shaved cheek instead. “Nice try. Now hold still or I’m drawing a mustache on you before you leave.”
Taehyung laughed under his breath, the sound warm against your collarbone, but he finally relaxed, letting you tilt his head again. His hands stayed on your waist though— quiet, like he was already counting down the days until he’d be gone.
You dragged the razor carefully along his jawline, the silence stretching soft between you. After a moment he spoke again, quieter this time. “You really gonna be okay while I’m away?”
You hummed, focusing on the last stubborn patch. “I’ll survive. I have schedules too, you know. And you gave me your door code.”
He smiled, small and real this time. No fish face. Just him.
“Good. Because I already told the hyungs I’m bringing back a very strict Japanese girlfriend who won’t let me grow a neckbeard.”
