₊. idyllic hearts - with OC ་∔་། ◞ valentine routine - x READER. ⩩ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ⩨ intimate nights - x READER .ᐟ.
family dynamics - x READER. ᵎᵎ .babyfever - x READER . . ⋮ runner - x READER . ⊹. your messy hair - x READER. ★ ᶻ. by the thalweg - x READER. ₊. moving - x READER. ₊. your heart eyes - x READER. ₊. SO WHO’S THAT GUY THAT BROKE INTO YOUR ROOM TO USE ₊. TO USE YOUR NINTENDO DURING THE PARTY? - x READER epilogue : made in heaven. ◞ AFTERCARE WITH WINGS - x READER. ⩨ angel - x READER. ˖. amour - x READER. ᶻ sweet dreams - x READER. ⩨ stop being a fucking crybaby - x READER. ◞ catwalk - x READER ₊. bad habit - x READER ˖ bf!taehyung - x READER
series ── ǝɟᴉl.
۪ blueberries and strawberries - with OC
apocalypse - x READER. SWIM.
I can’t move on, babydoll, waitin’ on calls - x READER
drabbles (?) oneshots ──
KIM NAMJOON
₊˚ escalated conversations - x READER
drabbles (?) oneshots ──
JEON JUNGKOOK ⩨. we drunk fucking? - x READER
drabbles (?) oneshots ──
PARK JIMIN
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the prince and the pauper - x READER
old MASTERLIST. other blog - @cgthv TAE FIC RECS - #1 #2 #3
ai will literally straight up say "I can make mistakes :)" and be accepted by millions of companies worldwide. meanwhile you'll either get fired or get your resume thrown into a trash can if you, as a human being, make one slight mistake or are not always performing perfectly
SYNOPSIS: I could never see your smile aimed towards me and think, she loves me. Never. I was a fool. I, the jester that thought I had a chance with you, the queen that had a king beside her that wasn’t me. PAIRING: taehyung x reader x male!oc (?) GENRES: unrequited love, heavy angst, friends to ???, jealous and possessive taehyung, told from taehyung’s pov, almost as a letter to reader. WARNINGS: cursing, toxicity, feelings, pretty heavy angst (to me at least), not so happy ending, profanity. WORD COUNT: 24.2k INSPIRED BY: Too little, Too late by Laufey
Feelings are interesting, because, how can you just feel stuff? How does your heart connect with your brain, to physically express an emotion? As much as I hate to admit it, I let my feelings take over most of the time. And it sucks, because they’re not just a quick heartache that you feel within, they’re… more intense.
And I hate it.
That’s one of my flaws, but I have many. And I’ve always wondered what it meant to die, do you just disappear into a void no one ever gets to know about? Or, do Heaven and Hell exist? I’ll know some day.
But before I do, I promised myself I’d go back to the day my heart spoke to me, you. And I remember it so vividly, my heart hurt, but it hurt so good.
We were ‘spying’ on the other kids across the field. We had taken my binoculars that you told me to take the day before. It was strange what we were into, but so important at the same time. Namjoon would tell us to note things down in our ‘spying journals’ as he looked through the magnifying lenses. “they’re.. playing with the broom sticks.” he’d inform, focused on the kids from the other side. if you compared them to us, they were spoiled, in fact I pity the three kids we used to be.
Now, this wasn’t something we did on a random recess break. This was an often occurrence, I mean we were halfway through our worn out notebooks. We were lying down on the grassy ground like snipers, the hill and trees defending us from the peering eyes that didn’t quite reach our spot.
Our spot.
And we had a magical world, with dragons and knights and kings, even witches. you were the queen, and I, the king. the playground across the school was a popular destination for the kids to play at for recess, but we didn’t go down the slides or ride the swings, no. we went past that and into the forest where we crossed a bridge to our favorite spot. Us three. Namjoon would lay out our ‘gadgets’ like compasses and the weapons he had hid behind a tree because we would be dead if the teachers caught them.
But anyway, as the king, I had the responsibility to protect you from outsiders and as the knight, Namjoon had the responsibility to protect the both of us. You, you sat there watching us fight the imaginary dragons that seemed far too real in my mind. You laughed at us as we ran into each other, and your terrified expression I remember far too well as we heard the school bell ring from a distance and realized we had to go. “Shit, we’re late.” You’d curse, and I’d tell you, “don’t say that! Cursing is bad.”
You would apologize, but I ended up cursing with you, giggling at my ‘sin.’ You taught me many things, in fact most of the things I know.
As we got older, and went into high school, I caught you staring off into the distance. “What’s wrong?” I asked, following your line of sight to notice a boy. He was alone, and I recognized him. He was the new guy. Back to the emotion, I clenched my jaw and swallowed a lump in my throat that hurt. “That guy, he’s all alone. We should invite him to eat with us.” You turned to me, smiling and slightly blushing. I should’ve known that the color on your cheeks didn’t mean you liked talking to me, or that the smile on your face wasn’t because I had tapped your shoulder.
Even though I hated the idea, I agreed anyway. If it meant you were happy. I stood up to approach him, but you stopped me. “I.. should go.” You frowned, and I was confused. You looked mad at me, like I did something wrong, but I just wanted to help.
“Right.” I nodded, your grip on my wrist burning me. It felt like you were one of the villains we used to fight, fire man, or whatever.
Maybe you were mad. Because when the guy sat in front of you, you talked to him instead. You didn’t even introduce us, didn’t bat an eye at the guy that sat right next to you. And even if I looked your way many, many, times, you ignored me. And you never, ignored me.
Namjoon sat down with his lunch, and you introduced him to the guy in front of you, “Namjoon, this is my new friend.” You said with a smile, the smile that was meant for me. They shook hands, while mines were tightly wrapped around the milk bottle I liked. It was the strawberry milk the cafeteria sold.
The guy had a chocolate milk, the one you also liked. And it started becoming clear the more he sat with us, because everytime I tried sitting next to you, the spot was reserved for the asshole. Why? I got there first so why should I have my spot taken away from a nobody that took your attention from me? I lost my appetite, finding my phone more entertaining instead but only to the eye. I was dying inside, my foot touched yours under the table and instead of starting a foot fight you flinched away.
Namjoon sat next to me, starting to talk about some girl in his class but why would I care? “Namjoon, can we talk about something else?” I asked him, tone a little too annoyed than I wanted it to be. “Shit, dude stop being so rude.” He scoffed, and started eating in silence instead. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but it burnt my ears and cut them off. It felt to violent, but not more than your voice laughing with the guy across from me.
And I confronted you one day, pulling you outside the class before we could make it to lunch. “Hey, um,” I nervously stopped you, hands slightly shaking. “I know that guy is practically our friend now, but I wanted to go somewhere with just the three of us: You, Namjoon, and me.” And you agreed, so I got excited.
So no, it wasn’t exactly how I wanted it to be because I was too much of a limp dick to actually confront you.
I dressed up nice that day, looking forward to our meet up at the park. I had planned it out, in fact I had taken a board game I wanted us to play.
When I got there, Namjoon was already waiting for us. I asked him about you, and turned out you were running late. But you hadn’t texted me, I should’ve been the one you told not him. I came up with the meet up, not Namjoon. But I waited, we waited. And you did show up.
You greeted us with a smile, even complimented the perfume I wore just for you and I was happy. My heart jumped and I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. We talked, and I brought out the board game with an exaggerated presentation. But when we started playing, your phone became a problem. You received text after text from a handle with a heart. I figured it was your mother, until I got frustrated and read the name. I wanted to scream, yell at you and tell you he was an asshole. I wanted to break your phone and smash it into the pavement so it wouldn’t be able to recover. But I didn’t.
And I thought that made me a good guy, but it didn’t.
You were distracted, looking at your phone awkwardly everytime it dinged, the annoying sound just like the guy’s voice. Namjoon ended up wining the game and it irritated me, I needed to win because then you would look at me. Me. But you applauded him, and I hated it.
I hated the fact that I wasn’t the one receiving your praise.
And I did what I shouldn’t have done, I punched him. Only once, but I looked at my hand right after, shaking. I sobbed, looking down at Namjoon as he stared at me with pure hatred. I almost liked it. But I also hated it because when I turned to you, you had a shocked expression on your face. “What the fuck, have you done, taehyung?” You yelled, hurrying over to Namjoon and helped him up. “What the fuck, man?”
It hurt me to apologize, but I did it anyways because you deserved the apology. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Namjoon.” And I saw the guy’s face on his, one I wanted gone and one I envied.
The next day at lunch, you were laughing with the guy, and I heard him say something that made my blood boil. “Who likes strawberry milk? It sucks.” And the worst part, was that you agreed. You agreed. And looking at the bottle that sat on my tray, I now hated it. I hated drinking it and I started getting chocolate milk. I did it because maybe then you’d talk to me and maybe then you’d like me more. Namjoon sat with his new friends, a friend group that matched him perfectly and I watched as he laughed with a bruised cheek. I was the reason for the purpleish color on his face, and for once, I felt guilty about it.
I looked back at my tray, opening the chocolate milk bottle and forcing it down my throat. It felt disgusting and I shivered. But I forced myself to drink it because you thought low of it, and I hated low. Even if I had to throw it out in the bathroom after lunch, I drank it everyday.
After high school, came college, and surprisingly, we were still friends. We talked, took classes together, and sat with each other at lunch. You told me you wanted to go to a certain university, the study of architecture your chosen route. And I followed you. Not because I liked the subject, but because it meant I’d see you. But he also followed you.
He was smart, way smarter than me and still is. And you deserved that but I didn’t know it then.
I learnt the subject I had no interest in, and I passed every class. In fact I’d be an architect by now along with you but I’m not. We went to diners together when you were free, along with him. I didn’t know it then, partially because I was in denial and because you hadn’t told me. But you and him were dating, you loved each other, still do. I sat in front of you both, holding hands under the table and flirting with each other right in front of me. I pretended not to hear it, and eventually I didn’t. In fact I grew very distracted, I couldn’t hear as the two of you spoke, nor as you kissed when I walked away to the bathroom. I became deaf to your love.
I ran into Namjoon one day, finding him at the same park I punched him at. He nodded at him, greeting me silently as I sat next to him. “Long time no see, huh?”
“Yeah, how you been?” I answered, hands in my pockets. He was bulked up, looked much, much better than me. I was lean and weak and, fuck everything nobody would want but you wanted me, right?
“Good,” and then he asked about you and how your relationship had been. “Oh, well I haven’t asked her out yet but—” but then he stopped me.
“What? I meant her and her boyfriend, the guy that sat with us at lunch, I forgot his name.” He interrupted, my breath hitching and my heart dropping into my stomach. I grew mad, accusing him of lying and leaving him in shock. I ran to your apartment that was right above mines, yes I followed you there too.
He opened the door, shirtless. And you appeared next to him with hickeys, and fuck I could’ve pissed myself right then and there. I felt sick, but you looked so, beautiful. I wanted to punch him, but you were glowing. “Sorry.” I apologized, leaving right away. And when we met at the coffee place again as we always did, you came in holding hands with the man I hated and I finally opened my eyes to see yours staring so very deeply into his. And I hated him.
I hated him because he was everything I could’ve never been. I hated him because he was so fucking nice and never did anything wrong. I hated him because he was so fucking good at everything and I was just there. I dropped my phone to the ground and I finally saw your hands tightly gripped in each other’s as his thumb caressed the back of your palm.
I finally heard the way you whispered to each other and the way you kissed his cheek. you looked happy.
And ever since then, I realized I could never make you feel that way, I could never see your smile aimed towards me and think, she loves me. Never. I was a fool. I, the jester that thought I had a chance with you, the queen that had a king beside her that wasn’t me. And fuck, Namjoon was still the knight because you got along, even your boyfriend does. But I, I was still stuck on the hill peering at you through my broken binoculars and noting down the pain I felt in my chest. I was looking at you the way we looked the kids we envied.
You are rich, not financially, well also that, but you are in love. And I want that for myself, from you. I note this down as you walk down the isle with your father and cry as your groom has tears in his eyes.
But I think I cried more, I shed tears as I watched you from afar, I wasn’t even invited but I’m still here for you because you’ll never notice. You never did. I’ll leave this on your gift table, but, it isn’t meant for you to run after me. We used to write down what the kids from across the field did, and now you’re one of them. And I want to share this with you, because I want to become one of those kids too.
note: so.. I don’t know what possessed me but i love some heavy angst. I just had this song on repeat and thought, I need to write something about this!
bf!taehyung who calls you during his piano lessons fluff, more fluff, short and sweet. (I think I like calls, idk though.)
taehyung isn’t a boring guy, he has many interests. and ever since he started dating you, he shared his experiences with you. he takes you golfing with him every once in a while, he takes you to museums whether they’re historical or cultural.
recently, he got into the piano, and he doesn’t develop an interest without trying it. “look, I kinda learned a little segment.” he looks at the camera, making sure you’re watching.
you recognized the notes immediately, the melody of ‘look at me,’ drawing your attention. you love classical music and jazz, the topic the two of you started with. in fact, you both met at a jazz bar when he was with his friends. he finished playing after a minute and a couple of mistakes. “oh my god, you’re learning my favorite song?”
he nodded, shyly looking at the piano in front of him. “I want to play it for your birthday, and our wedding.” he grins, looking at you as you stare at him in awe.
“I’ll look forward to it.” cheeks red and smile unable to contain.
he looks back, his fingers finding their position on the keys. he curses under his breath as he mistakes the keys or his fingers get stuck in a bent position. “I’m still learning it, but by then I’ll have it mastered, baby trust me.”
“I do trust you, in fact you better call me everyday to see your progress.” he ruffles his hair, nose a light shade of pink. you could watch him for hours, as you work, cook, or even read with him playing in the background.
“my teacher says you can come with me.” he informs, his eyes meeting yours through the screen as he’s waiting for an answer. “watch me play.” he mutters, biting his lip.
“really? well next time take me with you, when’s your next lesson?” you ask, excited at the thought of watching him play the piano and song he’s very much learning for you.
“next saturday. you’re free, aren’t you?”
“yeah, I am.” and he giggles, earning a laugh from you. he was so endearing. as he watched you smile at him, he realized that you were the one.
note: as a piano lover this is super important to me..
synopsis: “I am so fucking selfish for you, and I am done seeing and helping you go on dates that you have right in front of my fucking face because I’m obligated to take your orders and pretend I don’t want to be the man sitting in front of you the whole, damn, time.” pairing: waiter!jungkook x hostess!reader genres: co-workers au, friends-2-lovers, heartbreaking jealous jk, lowkey blind reader (doesn’t realize the man that loves her is right in front of her), lovesick reader, supportive “friend” jungkook, smut, fluff, pretty much angst, this sounds so crunchy in my head. :D
note: now that I have much more time on my hands to write a bunch I’m taking advantage of it.. no but trust me I love this jungkook and I rlly like the role im writing for him! I have so much to do especially with the prince and the pauper jimin series but uhhh things take time and patience is key guys so please bare w me im shooting out so many ideas out my ass and I’m terrible at promising but my brain and thumbs have to connect into ONE MIND to enter flow state and write the whole plot in one sitting.. anyway thank you so much ilyyy
Coming next Tuesday bc there’s something special about tuesdays but not because I like Tuesdays in fact I hate Tuesdays just like every other day but you’ll know what I mean on Tuesday it’s pretty significant to the story because if you don’t read it on Tuesday it’ll be very inaccurate so please read it on Tuesday or tuesdays tyy 🫶🏼
synopsis: “I am so fucking selfish for you, and I am done seeing and helping you go on dates that you have right in front of my fucking face because I’m obligated to take your orders and pretend I don’t want to be the man sitting in front of you the whole, damn, time.” pairing: waiter!jungkook x hostess!reader genres: co-workers au, friends-2-lovers, heartbreaking jealous jk, lowkey blind reader (doesn’t realize the man that loves her is right in front of her), lovesick reader, supportive “friend” jungkook, smut, fluff, pretty much angst, this sounds so crunchy in my head. :D
note: now that I have much more time on my hands to write a bunch I’m taking advantage of it.. no but trust me I love this jungkook and I rlly like the role im writing for him! I have so much to do especially with the prince and the pauper jimin series but uhhh things take time and patience is key guys so please bare w me im shooting out so many ideas out my ass and I’m terrible at promising but my brain and thumbs have to connect into ONE MIND to enter flow state and write the whole plot in one sitting.. anyway thank you so much ilyyy
PAIRING: prince!jimin x pauper!reader SYNOPSIS: 𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔫, 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. would it be breaking the rules if you fell in love with the prince? would he be breaking the rules if he fell in love with you? GENRES: e2l, fluff, angst, etc.
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note: a little something I plan to start working on, I have to find a way to start it and how the story will go, how I’ll write it etc., I like this genre sm and ofc I traveled back to my Barbie era w this one!
bf!taehyung who facetimes you on his way to your apartment. taehyung x gf!reader ☆ short and sweet (or was supposed to be), little smut: cockwarming, dry humping, grinding, etc., overwhelming fluff, and little details of intimacy.
“I’m heading to the subway right now, the streets are lonely.” taehyung told you as you laid in bed snuggled up in the comfort of your puffy blanket. the ripples that it had stitched felt soft and fluffy against your bare arms.
taehyung had his phone at an angle that looked at him from underneath, his chin to your view as he looked around at the stoplight. “yeah? rats come out at this time.” you giggled.
he scoffed, looking down at the screen that projected a little of your face in the dark room, the only lighting being the phone you placed in front you.
your head was rested on your arm, your elbow the nearest to your face. “I’ll show you if I see one,” he teased, smiling at you as he raised his free hand to slightly adjust his white headphones.
“hm, I’ll scream if you do.” you sniffed, the cold of the room catching up to you. your feet were wrapped up in thick snuggly socks he’d gifted you for christmas, the gentle thought rising butterflies in your stomach.
“it’s so cold, my throat feels dry.” he exhaled, raising the phone to show you the air that came out of his mouth as white smoke. you smile, cheeks heating up as you made eye contact even if just through the screen.
“you want me to make you some hot chocolate? have it ready when you’re here?” you suggested, squishing your face further into the warmth of your blanket and looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“hm..” he thought, his hand lazily tilting the phone down as he looked away. “you look so comfy though, I don’t want you to get cold again.” he looked back, smiling at you and adjusting the phone.
“it’s okay, if it means your throat will get better.” you slightly pout, sniffling again as your legs rubbed together in a happy feel to be under the blankets.
“okay then, I’m not wearing any sweater anyway. I probably need it.” he said, the lighting he was under changing as he took the steps down to the subway. you couldn’t see him for a second, but his figure regained color as he neared the lights.
“you’re so careless, you could be at least a little more warm but you decided not to be.” you scolded, lifting the blankets off you and exposing yourself to the cold air of your apartment. shivering, you stepped into the slippers your friend had gifted you to avoid the cold floor at any cost.
“I’m sorry, but it makes it better doesn’t it? I’m cold now so when I get to you I’ll be all warm in your bed.” he sighed, already daydreaming about being under the blankets with you, limbs tightly wrapped around each other.
“I guess, but still.”
he looked at the phone, raising it higher to show you his surroundings leaving him slightly in the corner. he stopped walking, pointing to the wet floor sign behind him from a distance, making you giggle.
his face was serious, focused on getting the right angle before he began walking again. “the floor isn’t wet, this is propaganda.” he joked, shaking his head as he watched you leave your dark room and head out to your small but convenient kitchen you had very neatly organized and decorated with your own preferences.
he liked your kitchen, he loved the dark wood and pink accents you made sure to put together. in fact it was so you, that he felt comfier in your home even if you weren’t in it yourself. “you’re so silly. are you waiting for the,” you paused to place the phone to lean on your paper towel roll in the middle of the counter so he could see you. “thing, now.”
“yeah, I’ll sit on the benches now that there’s no one here.” his nose turning a shade of pink due to the cold. he neared a bench and sat on it.
you left your phone where you placed it and opened a drawer with your tea, coffee, and hot chocolate bags, taking the one you needed. taehyung didn’t quite like tea or coffee and it was something small but so big you could never forget.
when you went to certain gatherings together with old classmates or your own friends, he’d rather take a beer or just a simple hot chocolate.
it warmed your heart for some odd reason whenever you were over at anyone’s place and someone asked you what he would like to eat. not just then, but also when he always likes what you picked, like you know him like the back of your hand.
and you do.
and so does he.
when he goes to certain stores, he’ll see a simple and cute object whether it be a shirt, decoration, or even a piece of jewelry and it’ll remind him of you.
he knows you like soft accents and cute charms, or anything that has deers or bunnies on them. most of the stuff you own are from him, like your cute bunny shaped salt and sugar holders.
“you still have those?” you heard through your ear buds, the cute pink ones you bought for yourself. you turned around, looking back at the phone to see his eyes taking up most of the screen.
“have what?” you asked, scanning your whole kitchen, or at least where he would most likely be looking at.
“the little, uh, miniature ramen bowls with chopsticks?” he pointed out, making you look at the small souvenirs.
“of course I do, that’s what you gave me on our first date how could I not?” and you remember it very well.
he had taken you to a museum knowing you love art and admiring all sorts of creations. before taking you home, he gifted you a set of miniature pieces he brought back from Korea. at that point you had known each other for a few months, meeting through mutual friends.
“I never noticed them there.”
“that’s because I moved them when I was cleaning a couple days ago, I think they look better there.”
he chuckled, licking his lips as he rested his head on the bench, sitting sideways with one leg propped. he opened his mouth to say something, but left it open in an ‘o’ shape shape as he got distracted by the roaring sound of the subway getting closer. his eyes were adorably wide and his eyebrows raised as if he’d seen the most incredible thing.
“oh, the subway’s here!” he excitedly told you. standing up, shuffling noises made their way to your ears as he walked into the subway.
his heart thumped more than before, just like when you picked up his call. he felt himself grow closer to you every day but knowing he was heading to your house and would see you in just a couple minutes made him heat up, the cold already absent.
you smile, looking back at him after putting the water to boil. he was just so sweet. and you had a sweet tooth.
he smiled with all his teeth to the camera, pulling you closer to take the phone from where you placed it.
even after two years of being in a relationship, it felt so new as if you were a teenage girl finally getting the opportunity to date her crush. taehyung felt the same, butterflies forming in his stomach every time your eyes met. worse, he heated up being close to you in any way possible, even with just a simple hold of hands.
“are you still cold?” you ask, noticing his nose isn’t pinkish anymore.
“no, but I will once I get off.” he sighed, forcing his lips into a straight line and his cheeks into squishy bunches.
“hm, it’s okay.” you replied, placing the phone in front of you against the wall under the cabinets. with the help of a thick towel, you poured the boiling water into a cup with a puppy on it, the chocolate powder already inside.
“that looks so good.” he groaned, eyes lazy as he yearned for the cup of hot liquid.
“good thing you’ll be here in no time, right?”
he nodded, grinning. “I might just get hard thinking about it.”
“tae!” you almost flinched, eyes squinting at him. “you can’t be alone in there.”
“I’m not, but who cares.” he shrugged, changing the camera to show an older group of ladies in front of him that looked around their fifties.
they all stared at the camera in shock and slight tease not knowing you were who he was talking to. he switched the camera back, bringing a hand up to take his cap off just to put it back on after ruffling his hair.
“you’re insane.” you scoff, shaking your head. “poor ladies, they’re just trying to get somewhere and you’re over here talking about your dick.”
“you like it though, right my lady?”
“mhm, I like it a lot.” you flirted back, blushing at what he called you. he smiled, shy at his words.
“I’m getting off now.” he stood up, walking to the doors that were bound to open. stretching, he yawned, making you smile.
“you tired?”
“a little. I doubt I will be when I get there.” he mentioned, reminding you that living close to the subway has its perks.
“we’ll get in bed as soon as you get here.” you mutter, sitting down on the comfortable stools. he sniffled, the phone at a low angle again as he made his way to your apartment.
“sounds perfect,” he groans. “fuck, this shouldn’t take so long.” and you knew where this was going.
“taehyung, I know what you mean by that.” you smiled, resting your cheek on your palm.
“let’s move in together? we both live alone in our apartments anyway.” he suggests.
“yeah, but that takes time. I don’t want to move though, you move.” you groan.
“yes, I’ll move. you took too much time decorating your apartment.” he smiled, knowing you took time to inspect and change every inch of your home.
“yup, that’s why I love you.”
the lighting on his side got darker, signaling his arrival at you apartment complex. the beeps of the elevator ring in your ears, your stomach flipping in silence, excited for his arrival.
you can’t contain the smile that comes naturally to your face. “I love you more, that’s why I’m willing to drag my ass to you at ten pm.”
“well..” you sit up, shrugging in slow motion. “I still, love you more.”
and you knew this was a start of a playful fight that’d never end even after years.
“but..” he mimicked you, shoulders shrugging the same speed. “I highkey love you, more.”
to another person, it’d seem like a cringe couple in love, and they wouldn’t be wrong.
“oh, I’m here.” taehyung announces, stepping out of the elevator and heading right to your door down the hallway. “open your lovely door.”
he decided not to knock, waiting patiently as you made your way to him without cutting the call.
instead, he did. hearing the sounds of your door unlocking and the door knob twisting, his cheeks heated up, tummy turning, and his hands sweaty. on the other side, your hands were slightly shaking, the thought of him being a door away rising goosebumps all over.
the door opened, revealing you in your pajamas and a thin shirt. he recognized your socks, blushing harder and shyly smiling as if you were new to dating, but you weren’t.
you slightly jumped to hug him, his hands wrapping themselves around you. “oh god, you’re so cold.” you shiver, his clothes carrying the freezing weather of the outside world.
“let me in then.” he giggled, kissing the top of your head before you slid off him.
he had the habit of leaving his shoes on your shoe rack and noticing how nicely they looked beside yours. “hey, I’ve been wondering where these were,” he laughed, noticing the flippers he left last a few days ago the last time he was there.
“I never noticed you left them,” you grin, looking at him cutely stand back up from his crouching position in amusement.
that was usual for him, leaving little pieces of himself in your apartment. your bathroom had two toothbrushes now, your closet had a few of his shirts you either wore to be comfortable or he wore when he came over. your cupboards had cups he’d bought with you in his mind, and your nightstand was home to his rings he’d forgotten.
you’ve found some of his hair strands that he’d leave involuntarily, adding to the collection of items that screamed you were his.
he picked up the cup with both his hands, warming them up. “hm, it’s so fucking nice.” he moaned at the temperature of the hot chocolate you prepared for him.
“yeah? I told you.”
“you make it the best.” he placed the cup down, dragging you towards him and snuggling into your shoulder as he sat down on the stool.
“finish it so we can go to bed.” you whispered, the quiet too precious to disrupt.
“can I take it with me? I wanna go now.” he asked against you, his lips tracing your skin with their movement.
“okay, fine. hurry.” you chase away, going back into the kitchen to get your phone before following him into your room.
he waited for you to turn on the lamp light before nearing the bed to place the cup on your nightstand. “don’t drop it, baby.”
“I won’t, see? it’s placed.” he chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt to take it off. the idea of hugging you naked always gets him excited, especially under your warm sheets.
you’re already snuggled back in the blanket, pushing your head against the pillow while staring at him as he slides his shirt off himself easily. his skin was soft and perfect under the glow of the small light that failed to light up the whole room.
he decided to come to yours last minute, easily telling from his pajama pants that coincidentally matched yours. you smiled, watching him lift the heavy comforter and slipping inside after putting his phone right next to yours on the nightstand.
his cap was still on, but he soon realized it disturbed him enough to want to take it off and throw it to the ground. “the ladies probably miss you.” you bring up, cheek pressed to his and lips barely touching.
“who? the ones from the subway?” he asks, moving you as he speaks.
“yeah, you’re young and handsome. my aunt could crush on you.”
he giggled, bringing you closer by the hips. “but they know I’m yours, especially when I called you my lady.” he said, squeezing the flesh of your waist.
softly groaning, you brought your hand to his chest, tracing your nails on his skin. “that’s so hot.”
“I know, that’s why I call you that, my lady.” he teases, his hand slipping further down to your ass, squeezing it. you let out a low whine, hand moving to the back of his neck to push him to kiss you.
his tongue pushed past your lips, outlining your teeth and swirling your own like a habit. he always did this, like a signature move that never failed to turn you on.
there were days where he stayed more than one night, having to shower in your bathroom and coming out smelling like your shampoo. it was a detail you loved, he smelled like you.
he tasted chocolatey, mixing his saliva with your minty one. he pulled back, breathless. “I feel super warm now, and I like it.”
bringing your hand to his crotch, you felt him harden against your palm. “god, at least you waited till you were with me to pop a boner.”
“fuck, your hand feels nice.” he groaned, thrusting against your hand for some sort of friction, slightly squeezing his thighs together, making yours do the same.
you took your hand away, making him whine before straddling his lap and pressing your chest against his naked one. “will this feel better?” you whisper against his lips, pushing yourself down against him.
“yeah, it does.” he whispers back, hand moving to your ass to push you against him as he thrusts upwards.
you were wetting your clothing, also feeling a wet spot on his pants.
“fuck,” he let out, breathily.
his hands traced your lines, ending up on the back of your thighs and letting you move on him. you sat up to pull your shirt over your head, moving back down to place your naked chest against his, skin to skin.
he lightly gasped, searching for your lips.
you moans, eyebrows furrowing as if worried but your eyes shut. you placed your legs by his sides, your feet resting on his thighs.
he knew where your stash of condoms was like the back of his hand, considering he reached in there more than he saw his friends every week.
his hand clumsily made its way to the drawer designed to be inside your bed, pulling it out a bit to reach for the open and ripped up box, taking out a square of foil.
breaking the kiss, he brought the foil to his mouth and opened it with his teeth. his fingers tapped the behind of your knees, signaling you to lift yourself up so he could free himself.
the strings of his pants were already loose, his hand easily slipping in to pull his hard cock out.
“can I?” you ask, taking the foil packet after he nods desperately, taking him in your hand. he was warm. the head was a shy shade of red, wet and leaking from its hole.
you’ve seen him thousands of time in the span of two years, yet every time he bares himself to you it’s like the first. but each time, you feel more connected, like your souls working to blend into one.
you pinch the top, rolling the rest of the rubber down to his shaft. “you’re super warm now.”
“I know, that’s why I love your home.”
smiling, you lay back down on him and tug your pants down, leaving them at your knees. his hands rest on either side of your waist, waiting for you.
reaching in between your bodies, you hold his cock in your hand, guiding it to your heat. before pushing it in, you tease yourself, wetting its tip with your arousal.
the mushroom tip penetrated your entrance, making its way in slowly with the help of your hand.
your nipples harden against his chest, feeling the change himself. he reaches for the blanket that bunched up below your ass, bringing it up to cover the both of you and slipping his arms back in to get warm once again.
“I can’t let us get cold again.” he says, sighing at the feel of your warm walls wrapped around him.
“thank you, we might get sick.” you smile against his chest, voice soft. staying still for long was more pleasant than he thought it’d be.
“this feels nice, i feel like I’m in a cozy cabin or something.” he giggled, giddy to be with you like this at such hour.
“hm, am I the cozy cabin?” you tease, clenching around him, earning a soft moan from him.
“maybe. we need to do this more often.” his hands roam your body in gentle touches, caressing your skin and tickling your sides with the tips of his fingers occasionally.
he kisses your forehead, reaching all the way down to your feet to massage them. your hips start to move, slowly grinding against him and clenching when you remember he’s inside you.
“this feels like a treat after walking for so long.”
“it was your choice.”
“exactly, and it’s the best one.”
“I agree.”
“everytime I come to your place, I feel my best.”
“you’re going to make me cry while your dick’s inside me.”
“it’s okay, I’m already shedding tears.
note: it was SUPPOSED to be short but I got carried away.. this is just me yearning for a relationship I swear, it’s just too perfect. thank you guys sm!! also I hope some of you payed attention to some details I pointed out that are just so intimate and cute and little UGHh I love love.
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zy's corner. Okay, so I'm finally back with a new chapter, and I can't lie: I think it took me like two sittings to finish this chapter. I usually post about the writing progress, and by the time chapter 53 was out, I was already 50% in, writing this one.
The title of this chapter foreshadows a lot and almost nothing (but not really nothing) in a single go. We all know what soft porn is, what it means, but for this chapter it isn't just that. There's a huge emphasis on soft.
Let's first start, as usual, from the epigraph.
The three sets of brown eyes and the single set of blue eyes. Pretty self-explanatory. I think you guys know to whom they belong. What's important is the distinction between ground and water, because we always stress about how much the earth is made of more water compared to ground, and how overwhelmingly dangerous the ocean is with hurricanes (they form above oceans in hot weather), tsunamis, high waves, and all of the above. But what's important to remember is, despite how strong water is, it can never digest (and this verb is important) ground: the ocean can only submerge an island, but not delete it in the true sense of the word.
The digestion is important because it means that you incorporate it. When we eat, our bodies process the food we've ingested, and it makes it a part of us, something in the function of our well-being.
The ocean can't do that. It can submerge a mountain, erode it a little, but the mountain will still be there, and when the water levels retreat, it comes back out.
And the fact that the three sets of brown eyes are compared to a type of landscape, all an extension of the other, is also significant, because water stands out while they move together naturally, blended, seamlessly.
Now the chapter itself, before I get lost solely in the epigraph.
It's generally wholesome, slice-of-life type of content, but you know I don't really do filler chapters, and if they do seem like filler chapters, check that shit again. The book generally covers mundane bits of life, but nothing is just as it seems; some are, others absolutely aren't.
What's important, what emerges from the slice-of-life-like parts of this chapter is the personal traits of each character presented: Taehyung still remains the boy who easily heats up, the kind to always ask for the window to be opened in class and he's in a T-shirt in January; Daphne is still the same girl who's scared of getting sick, likes winter only on paper, and is only apparently reserved (because Taehyung do be finding parts of her that she isn't used to showing, given the kind of company she usually chooses to keep around herself, and this is not to say that she doesn't fuck with her family; she just has very few friends up until the move); Daphne and Taehyung talk about their dogs and their past experiences with pets. Loki and Luke are dogs Daphne's had since she was a child, but they've always stayed with her grandparents because there's only so much space for two big dogs like them in a city apartment with four people (plus, the countryside offers them all the space in the world to move and run around).
What I hope is emerging well across the chapter is how their e personalities match but also contrast with each other, not like black on white, but like complementary colours.
When in her comfort zone, Daphne tends more to goof around, finally out of that shell that would make her seem like a first-born child to the eyes of strangers.
The differences between them make them match like pieces in a puzzle instead of going head-to-head like two bulls.
She's the usual listener and less of a talker, as we always see with Cleo, but around him, she indirectly becomes the chatterbox and he, the listener, because, again, he brings out different parts of her.
She's usually very shy and guarded around certain topics of intimacy, as we see whenever her parents try to initiate a safe sex talk now that she's in a relationship, and yet, when she's alone with Taehyung, like in the car during the stay at his cabin (sometimes with herself only, such as in the previous chapter after the date), she comes out of her shell pretty quickly. And all this ties to the metaphor in the epigraph.
Another thing that makes them match like puzzle pieces is his love for maths and physics and her passion for humanitarian subjects, specifically literature, which isn't surprising, given the avid bookworm she is. And in this chapter, the roles are reversed: she's the tutor and he, the student.
Another reason why saying that this chapter might be a filler is wrong as fuck is that I tried focusing on the intimacy between them, which isn't solely kissing and fucking.
It's the second time he's welcoming her in his home, in his bedroom; she communicates with Yeontan, with whom she's now very accustomed, and the dog doesn't bark anymore when she comes around (which is also to blame on the fact that she has dogs of her own, and therefore, knows her way around the little animal); the two move around in the kitchen like a fucking married couple, and they have casual conversation with no pressure to keep up the tension; but very important is that they are slowly learning to open up about their issues to each other. Right now, it's still very mellow, very filtered, but I also want you guys to study the way Daphne sounds whenever she's relaying a fight to someone else. Finally, we have another little session about talks about the future, college, and all of the above.
I still need to break down chapters 39 and 40, but if you remember them, you'll understand why Taehyung keeps beating around the bush when it comes to talking about the college his mum chose for him.
Let me quickly wrap up this gigantic note. Taehyung and Daphne are having maybe their most heated make-out session yet (what do you think?) symbolically in his bedroom again, but there's a little irony to that, which I won't spoil for you just yet.
The little flashback to Willow, though... Oh, that kind of burns, and this is the first time we are finally seeing her and not just hearsay. Let me know your thoughts on what kind of person you think Willow is now that you've read this chapter and with the little context around her personality that we know so far from Taehyung and his friend group.
I really appreciated the various character studies I received on the previous chapter and the numerous anonymous questions. I've never been happier, truly. Keep them coming because I'll answer all of them.
With all that said, enjoy your read, show some love, and we'll see each other on the next one.
─zy<3
─Now playing: Nervous by The Neighbourhood ✫
Afternoons in Taehyung's home were silent, especially after school.
The building's layout was similar to Daphne's, but while there wasn't any separation from Nana's side of the house, Daphne's grandparents' home was connected to hers by a door in the living room.
The sun and the clouds have been battling for days on end, and it was clear that the latter were winning, because the country hadn't seen a different shade of light, if not the blinding bright one that reflects through the planes of clouds and snow.
For this, this was yet another Wednesday, Taehyung's home was even a bit gloomier.
"Oh, the gate's not closed?" Daphne had asked him as he led the way to his front door.
They could still hear the bus in the distance as it sped steadily to the terminal, and just as Daphne pushed the gate closed behind herself, she could still see Adrielle walking home.
The gate squeaked closed, and Daphne lingered to check it. Taehyung caught on to it only when he stopped hearing her footsteps behind him.
"Lauri, that gate hasn't been closed in a long time." He softly laughed, pausing on the stepping stones, midway to the front door.
"Barely anyone locks their doors here. It's not like we have a killer on the loose."
"Oh." Daphne mouthed to herself, immediately connecting the dots and understanding why, on his birthday, Adrielle was directly at his front door and not at the gates when she came to answer her.
She shrugged and rushed up behind him, and as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed onto her arms.
"Jeez, be careful. The stones can be slippery sometimes, especially if they're wet or frosted."
"Oh." She looked down at her feet, and he chuckled, letting his hand slide down her arm to find hers.
"My mum always leaves the gate and front door open, because back in elementary school, sometimes Yvette would take me home from school."
As soon as he turned the door handle, he chuckled at the grating sound of his dog's paws on the laminated wooden flooring.
"Who's Yvette again?" Daphne asked, her voice clashing with Yeontan's barks. Taehyung didn't immediately reply, voice softening to communicate with his pet.
She smiled with him, looking down at the little dog as it stood before them, huffing and with its tongue out.
The door closed behind them, keeping the cold out, and unlike how Daphne's house felt after school with no one at home, the environment was warm.
She dropped her bag on the ground, toes pulling on her heels to take off her shoes, before crouching down to Yeontan and carrying it in her arms. It finally stopped barking.
Taehyung had also taken off his shoes, and whilst hanging his jacket, he still blew kisses in his dog's direction. But once he was done, he took it from Daphne's embrace.
"Mum's at work?" she began, unwrapping the scarf from around her neck.
He looked up at her and hummed. "She'll be home for dinner. Nana's supposed to be home, but I wouldn't keep my hopes up. She's been running on so many errands ever since school began."
"Just like your teachers," she chuckled, hanging her jacket next to his.
"Yeah, unfortunately so." She could hear his eye roll in the tone. Setting Yeontan free, they finally proceeded into the house, walking along the hallway to end up in the kitchen.
"If Nana wasn't out all morning, there might be a chance we already have our lunch served."
And as he muttered the words, he walked past the dining table, heading for the pots on the stove. Daphne, on the other end, was looking for Yeontan.
The pot cover clanged as Taehyung went in to look for food, and when Daphne had successfully found Yeontan, she joined him in the kitchen with the dog in her arms again.
"Okay, so we've got white rice, kimchi, and—"
"Oh, god," Daphne gasped, Yeontan resting peacefully in her embrace as she leaned closer, "I love kimchi."
"Well, perfect, and there's also some chicken breast. Good?"
"Awesome." She beamed at him, and he softly chuckled, moving to the crate to get two plates.
Without even realising it, Daphne began talking to Yeontan, murmuring to the animal about going to the fridge to look for something to drink.
Taehyung glanced at her with laughter tugging at the corners of his mouth, and while he served them, Daphne debated with Yeontan about what drink they should have.
"Apple juice? What do you think?. It's been in the fridge, though," and this was mostly muttered to herself rather than the dog, because Taehyung knew that all she was thinking about was how quickly the drink would give her a sore throat.
"Maybe we should just stick to room temperature water. Better be safe than sorry, right, Tannie?"
Taehyung bit his lip and shook his head, opening the lid to the pot of chicken breast. Placing it down, he turned the electric stove on, leaving the food to heat up while he handled the kimchi.
"Or maybe we could have something warmer… like tea, yeah, tea. Perfect for the season, plus I've had enough hot choco this week— Tae?!"
She called out, and he answered, pretending that he hadn't been eavesdropping the entire time.
"What do you think about tea?"
He pursed his lips and slowly nodded. He chuckled at the hopeful expression on her face and chuckled harder when it disappeared. "Not my favourite."
"What?" She frowned, closing the fridge. "Tell me you're joking."
"What?" He laughed, turning back to the kimchi and the plates. "I genuinely don't like tea. It's bland as fuck."
"Tae, is…" she huffed, the words dying in her mouth as she approached him, stopping by his left.
He turned to her and laughed when he saw her jaw hanging in disappointment.
"You can't even give me an appealing review of tea, and I'm—"
"Because I never thought I'd face someone who doesn't like tea. I've never prepared myself for such a prospect."
He laughed again. "That sounds tragic."
She grimaced, looking at Yeontan as if it was agreeing with her. The dog hadn't uttered a single sound since, just rested in her arms.
"Well," she shrugged, standing close enough to lean her head against his arm, "what are we having then? And don't tell me coffee."
He scoffed, moving to the pot of chicken breasts as the stew brewed on the heat. The sudden movement made Daphne pout.
He noticed only when he looked back at her. Without uttering a word, he leaned to peck her lips before resuming his activity. She instantly smiled.
"Anyway," and he pointed in its general direction, "there's some other juice there, room temperature."
"Oh, okay." Daphne walked past him to the opposite end of the counter. "Why are y'all keeping orange juice in the fridge anyway? It's January."
"Sometimes, it gets really hot." He shrugged, tasting the stew before turning the stove off.
"Oh, so it's you." And he laughed. "Who else?"
Setting the dog free again, she carried the jug around Taehyung and went to the cupboard.
"Need some refreshments from time to time." He shrugged, done filling one plate.
"I'd freeze my throat if I did the same." Stretching to reach for the cups.
"Anyway," she resumed, pouring the juice into the glass cups, "how old is Yeontan?"
"Ten."
"Oh, he's older than Loki and Luke. They're about to turn eight." Placing the jug down, she pouted. "They've been sleeping so much lately, both of them."
Licking the stew off his fingers, Taehyung hissed. "Ooh, they're getting old."
"Yeah, I know," she sighed, "but it feels like yesterday when we got them. I was, like, ten."
Taehyung refrained from concluding that they were indeed old. "I got Yeontan when I was eight. Birthday gift from my mum."
"Aww, how cute. Had any pets before then?"
And as they discussed, they set the table to eat.
"Yes, I did." He placed their plates on the table. "Had a hamster, but their lifespan is questionable—"
"A hamster? A fucking hamster, Taehyung?" and he laughed, dragging the chair to sit.
"Yeah, died while doing pull-ups on the bars of its cage."
"What the fuck?" Daphne sealed her lips, refraining from even chuckling. "Wow."
"I was six when it happened, and I cried too hard, then got angry when Jungkook laughed about it."
This time, she snorted before laughing as well. He tried swallowing down his amusement, nodding and feigning offence.
"That day was horrible, but every time I think back to it, I just…" he cocked his head to her, "dying while doing pull-ups."
And Daphne shook her head, giggling. "Never heard of it."
"Hamsters are peculiar." He finally reached for his fork while Daphne settled next to him. "Or it could've been my fault as well for feeding him too much. He was probably trying to lose some of it."
"Oh, my god, Taehyung!" She laughed out loud.
"I think my mum was about to laugh about it, too, but I glared the fuck out of her, and she didn't."
And they laughed harder, Daphne the hardest.
"You were terrorising everyone?"
"Especially Jungkook. Just imagine a six-year-old Jungkook in this kind of situation. And I was so short-tempered as a kid, I'd literally chase after him, screaming."
Daphne couldn't control herself.
"Explains why you're so chill now. You exhausted your own body."
He rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Yeah, say whatever you want." And he poked her rib.
"Leave my ribs alone, you menace!" She slapped his hand away, but that was an invitation and a challenge at the same time.
"No, okay, Taehyung," she heaved a sigh, "some other time, please?"
─Now playing: Hecho Para Ti by Latin Mafia, Omar Apollo ✫
Lunchtime came and went, flying past their childhood stories, giggles and loud cackles of surprise.
Daphne learned that Taehyung used to be very bratty as a child, screaming at any inconvenience, while he learned that she used to fight endlessly with Cleo as a child because the latter always wanted to play and didn't like colouring as much as Daphne did.
"Oh, so you were just another type of menace then?" he teased as he dried up his hands before they finally went upstairs to his room.
"I was literally the most peaceful child a parent could ever wish for—"
"And a menace to your mates. Jungkook would've hated you. You would've made him cry."
And this time, the laughter made Daphne tip her head back. He laughed with her.
"Straight-up tears of desperation and pain. He also used to cry so hard whenever he was given green beans, and now he hoards anything that contains protein—pray he doesn't rip a fart next to you. That shit's nuclear."
"Oh, my fucking god," she said through the laughter, gripping onto the railing so she wouldn't tumble down the stairs.
"Aah, what stories." He mused before slinging his arm around her shoulders and leading her to his bedroom.
"Y'all hung out so much even as kids?" Her arm went around his waist, body leaning against his.
"My garden was literally our park because I have a swing, a tree house, and a pool."
"Oh, yeah," she chuckled, "the tree house is certainly any kid's dream."
Pushing the door open, they finally walked in. His arm left as he reached for the light switch while she proceeded inside, leaving their backpacks by the door.
The room was even dimmer than the rest of the house, given the sun's position outside, but as he switched the lights on, the space came to life.
He'd changed his sheets and his blanket, and instead of the usual brown and grey scheme he usually followed, his bed was covered in a deep navy blue blanket, with matching pillows and a smaller green cloth running around the bottom edge of the bed.
While he set the thermostat, she sank onto the mattress, dropping onto her back with her arms spread wide.
As soon as he'd set his preferred temperature, he turned to Daphne, running to the bed.
"Taehyung!" she screamed, curling into a fetal position. "Are you trying to smother me?"
He laughed, pulling on her legs. "You think I'd do that?" And when she'd finally uncurled herself, he lay on her chest, arms circling her waist and head just over her sternum.
She chuckled, hand falling on his head to play with his hair. "Don't get too comfortable, young man. We're on a mission today, remember."
"Mmh," he frustratedly hummed, tightening the embrace. "Let's just stay like this for a couple more minutes."
She didn't protest, only giggled. The blanket smelled like an emulsion of softener and his cologne, and the initially cold surface steadily warmed up under their weight.
The room wasn't entirely identical to the last time she'd been there. He'd added a few more decorations on the walls, such as a grid of six customised vinyl discs, a couple of flower pots and a few more music posters.
But as she stretched her neck to look around better, her eyes caught something bigger.
"Oh, my god, Tae," she gasped, and he slowly looked up, eyes already showing how comfortable he'd been feeling the entire time.
"Is that a curved PC?"
He chuckled and nodded. "What? Are you serious?" And he nodded again, now nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.
"A birthday gift," he muttered close to her ear.
"That's fantastic," she continued before turning to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"The posters and vinyl disks, too?" And he hummed.
"A gift from Chelsea, actually."
"Ooh, nice." She smiled, trying to inspect them from the bed. "Who bought you the PC? That thing has to be expensive as fuck. You have games on it?"
"Avyanna downloaded The Sims 4 on it the same day I showed her—"
"The Sims 4? That's my favourite game!"
He looked up with a soft smile. "Why am I not surprised?"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, giggling when he hid his face in the crook of her neck again.
"Who doesn't like that game? Come on! I just have issues with finding a decent device that can carry it and the mods."
He shrugged. "You can play on it if you want."
"Really?" And he hummed, placing a kiss on her neck and moving up. Unconsciously, she leaned into his touch even more.
"Anyway, since you mentioned it," he began, getting up. She bit her lip to swallow back the lament. "I have a pair of sweatpants you can wear to get out of your jeans."
"Oh." She blinked back to the present and sat up, following him with her eyes as he walked to his wardrobe. As he opened the doors, she got off the bed.
"Didn't think you were taking me seriously when I said it."
He paused, didn't speak and continued. She giggled, approaching him from behind.
"They have strings, so you can adjust them." He turned around with a pair of deep blue sweatpants in hand, and she smiled appreciatively.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention." And before shutting the doors, he fixed a few last things.
Finally, as he turned around, he pulled on his sweater to get rid of it, only to freeze when his view cleared out: the sweatpants he'd just given Daphne were draped over his desk chair, and she was busy slipping the jeans off herself, completely unbothered.
His eyes went wide before he instantly redirected his gaze to the floor, swallowing hard as if a lump of metal had formed in his throat.
She'd stepped back, set a metre barely between them, but she was still right there in his line of sight, just casually getting changed because things had gotten that comfortable between them.
The sleepover hadn't just forced proximity enough for them to finally talk it out; it'd changed things for good.
"No, Taehyung. Let me go in first!" Jimin yelled after him as Taehyung sped down the stairs to the bathroom, giggling with each step he took.
Jimin's feet thumped behind him, increasing with the volume of his voice. "Taehyung, I'm not playing around!"
But his friend paid his ears deaf, laughing and running steadily for the bathroom. As soon as he reached the first floor, he sped to the door, slipping inside the room without looking back.
"Taehyung!" Jimin pounded on the door seconds after Taehyung closed it. "Taehyung! I swear if it takes you more than fifteen minutes in there, I'll burst down the door."
Jimin could hear his friend giggling from the other side of the oak door, and he just rolled his eyes, sighed, and slid down to the floor.
"I'm setting a fucking timer!" He warned, getting up to settle in the more comfortable sofa. "Be warned."
Taehyung inhaled deeply, satisfied with the little victory and finally turned around to rest on the door. He was about to close his eyes when he sprang them open in surprise.
"Fuck, Lauri. You're in here?"
Daphne was by the sink, pyjama top held in front of her naked chest with her eyes wide in shock.
"Ever heard of knocking?" she chuckled.
He gulped and pushed himself off the door. "I-I'm so sorry. I- I was racing against Jimin— What am I?— I'll leave—"
"No, don't worry." She paused, body angled toward him, but her arms still hugging the top to her chest. "I'm done here."
And she cocked her head in the sink direction. "I was just washing my armpits."
"Y-you sure? I don't mind waiting outside."
"Tae, don't worry." And with that, she turned around to finally wear the top. He lowered his gaze, keeping it away from her naked back and the reflection of her side profile.
"I- erm," he cleared his throat, "I just need to shave. It won't take me—"
"Shave? Can I help?" she first asked, then turned around, and as soon as he noticed the outline of her nipples through the top, he superglued his eyes to her face.
"Shave? H-help? What do you mean?" he chuckled, approaching the sink.
"I wanna see how you shave your morning stubble."
"Oh." His eyes went wide again, a soft giggle escaping him. "That's what you want to do?"
She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Tae, you promised."
"I didn't decline, did I?"
She shrugged. "Just wanna know how it feels."
The position they'd initially taken was very convenient for the task: she was between him and the sink, so he could easily look at his reflection and watch how she moved her hands.
But once the task was completed, the same position became convenient for other reasons.
Jimin thumped against the bathroom door, voice a bit muffled by the thick oak. "Taehyung, you're tethering so close to the fifteen-minute mark!"
But Taehyung didn't care, and when Daphne tried to pull back and give him the space and breath to reply to his friend, his hands only tightened the grip on her waist, lips chasing after hers almost in a lament.
"I don't wanna sound sexist, but you do be taking your sweet time. I think even Avyanna is faster than you."
Daphne softly laughed in the kiss, hands cupping Taehyung's face, while he swallowed the sounds of her giggles, dragging her body closer until he could circle her frame with his arms.
Maybe Daphne had caught, maybe not, but when her chest collided with his, he felt it through her top, the soft squash of her chest and the rough feeling of her nipples. And when he'd felt it, his breath caught.
"Taehyung, I swear to god, if you don't get out in the next three minutes…"
"They're warm," Daphne commented after tying the string of the sweatpants.
Taehyung blinked, finally checking his T-shirt and adjusting it. "Yeah? Will do?"
"Yeah, they're perfect. Thank you," and she went on the tip of her toes to peck his cheek. Too bad she instantly returned to the bed; she would've seen him blush.
He ruffled his hair before shoving his hoodie into the wardrobe to join her. She was just sinking into the mattress as she'd first reached for their backpacks.
"Okay, so what's your go-to study method?" she began, and he briefly widened his eyes.
"Mh?"
"How do you usually study?" she repeated, moving around the bed on her knees to sit closer to him.
"Look at how the tables have turned—"
"Right?" she teased him back, pushing his bag toward him. "Now, get serious."
He cocked his head to the side, a small smirk on his lips, and finally complied, opening the backpack to reach for his things.
"Are you, like, notes heavy or do you prefer to repeat?" She pushed her hair back, taking a few books out of her bag.
"You—" he blinked twice, peering at the object, "you seriously have a collection of poems from the war poets?"
She giggled and nodded, showing it to him better. His jaw went slack. "No way. You're of a different breed."
"I've also analysed a few, especially Dulce Et Decorum Est." His eyes went wide yet again, head slowly shaking in disbelief.
"You're still surprised?"
"Lauri, you surprise me every day. Cut me some slack." She laughed, rolling her eyes and crossing her legs.
"Come on. War poets first— in fact, show me the list—"
"Oh, you're gonna get scared." He pulled out his agenda. "The number of pages is frightening."
Handing it to her, he quickly hopped off the bed to take his English textbook. In the meantime, she opened the agenda, following the numerous coloured bookmarks to find her way around it.
"Why does your agenda look like an ancient journal?" She laughed, turning the pages.
"Because it kind of is," he replied, going through the pile of books beside his desk. "Found it— I've had that journal for almost two years now."
"Oh, my god." She scoffed. "Do you even use it?"
He didn't verbally respond, waving his hand in the diary's direction while settling next to her on the bed.
"It's not empty, is it?"
"It's cluttered."
"Cluttered?" he echoed, narrowing her eyes at her. "Cluttered?"
"Cluttered." She nodded, failing to hold back the smile. He didn't wait for her to lean in, closing the gap in a kiss.
"I can be messy sometimes," he mumbled before pecking them again and pulling away.
She unconsciously thinned her lips, tongue running against them, as she smiled.
"Come on," she gave him the journal, "show me the page."
"Yes, ma'am." She rolled her eyes, reaching for his iPad.
Unlocking the device, the first thing that caught her eye was the widget on the homescreen: it was a group photo he'd taken with Jimin and Jungkook, the latter restoring memories in her mind.
"Here it is."
─Now playing: Paranoia by The Marìas ✫
His voice slid through the cracks of the wall of fog in her head. She slowly blinked and looked up, lips thin again as she gave him the device and took the agenda. She didn't see him frown as her eyes scanned the To-Do list.
"Hey, are you alright?"
She quickly looked up, eyes wide, not in surprise, but rather in a confused shock. He repeated the question, leaning closer to see beyond her bangs.
"Yeah, I'm alright." She flashed him a smile, and he didn't even notice his eyebrow instantly tilting in doubt.
"Daphne?" His voice went down an octave. Moving to the side, he tried inspecting her better, but she refused to look up. He frowned again. "Something happened? Did I say anything wrong or—"
"Oh, no, absolutely." She nervously chuckled, finally meeting his eyes and regretting it the moment she read his facial expressions.
"Oh, my god," he began softly, hand reaching to push the bangs away from her eyes. "What happened?"
"Nothing, seriously, jeez." She smiled again, forcing a giggle as she rolled her eyes. "Why are you sounding like that? It's not like I'm crying or anything—"
"Yeah, but I know you, and something's bothering you so much that you can't even fake it anymore."
She bit the inside of her mouth, glancing at the agenda to notice that she still hadn't done what she was intending to do.
"I'll tell you later. Let's just—"
She stopped speaking, seeing him frown again, doubt still etched on his face. She tried holding his gaze, hoping he'd back down and ignore it, but it didn't last even two seconds before she sighed, looking down at the agenda again.
"I," she began, shoulders shrinking in a shrug, "I fought with Cleo today."
"Oh," he mouthed, pursing his lips. "Was bad?"
She shrugged again, biting her lip but not replying. That was an answer enough.
"And…" he dragged, "I take you don't want to talk about it."
She pursed her lip, biting the inner corners without removing her gaze from the diary.
To that he sighed, nodding to himself. "Okay then. Let's just… continue—"
"Yeah, yeah," she finally spoke, blinking a couple of times. "Please, pass me your textbook."
He complied, turning the device on to take notes and swiping past the page with the photo that had triggered her memory.
The room had suddenly turned silent, quiet enough for him to hear Yeontan's little footsteps around the house.
"So…" he cleared his throat, "you talk, and I write down, or we read together— Actually, I'll feel like shit, like I'm leeching off you while you're upset."
She went wide-eyed. "Oh, god, no, don't feel like that. It's my fault for—"
"You know that we can cuddle instead and do this some other time? We live minutes away from each other. We can catch up on any other day—"
"It's just that…" she sighed, closing the agenda and setting it aside. He unconsciously turned his iPad off.
"It's just that… I feel like I went about it the wrong way, and I hate fighting, like so much." He caught the frustration in her voice, noticed how she wouldn't look at him but at a random spot on the wall as if she were actively recalling the events.
"And everything happened so fast—"
"Just throwing a guess here…" he cut her off, scooting closer, "was it about Jungkook?"
She finally met his eyes and slowly nodded. "And Avyanna."
Taehyung's whole face changed, eyes widening and brows lifting.
"Essentially…" she sighed, hesitating to share anything, "gosh, can I even tell you this? I feel like I'm breaking girl code."
"What's her deal with Anna?" He tried to help her find a beginning. "I mean, she was kind of interrogating me back at the cabin… but I take it that she was just trying to look out for James."
Daphne blinked once, lips thinning out as she replayed the scene he mentioned.
"There's this whole issue between her, James and Jungkook, and it's complicated. I just never know how to go about it."
He softly chuckled. "What do you have to do with it?"
"It's just that, when she brings up the issue, I just never say the right things, and I'm always trying to de-escalate, yet for some reason, I still just fuck it up."
"Yeah, that can happen sometimes." He nodded, leaning on his elbows and stretching his legs out. "But you don't have to kill yourself over it. Friends fight, we fought, everybody fights. It's human nature. It doesn't mean it's the end of the world or your friendship, okay?"
"Taehyung," and he looked up to her, eyes verbalising his answer, "can you please tell Jungkook to, I don't know, man up or something and stop playing around with Cleo's feelings?"
Taehyung was slightly taken aback, but he didn't immediately reply.
"Their relationship is just a constant push and pull, and it's not good for her, and I know I always try to run away from confrontation and everything, but if he doesn't make his feelings clear to Cleo, I'll… I don't know exactly what I'll do… maybe cuss him out, fight with him, hate him, I don't know, but I'll do something."
Taehyung pulled his lip between his teeth, slowly nodding as he let the words sink in. "Noted. I'll refer it to him."
"But like…" she faced him, "I'm not the only person seeing things, right? Like, you always say he's obsessed with her, but look at them."
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. Whenever I say he's obsessed with her, I'm just pointing out his contradicting behaviour."
"Exactly, enough of that. Tell him."
He bit back a smile and nodded. "Yes, I will—"
"Don't call me ma'am. I could feel it on your fucking tongue."
He threw his head back and laughed. "You could feel it on my tongue? How did you feel it? It's not like you're kissing me right now—"
"And I won't be because we're getting serious again." She got more comfortable. "I've talked it out, and now the focus is back on you."
"Hey, a little PSA: I'd also like to be on the receiving end of your little threats from time to time."
She almost choked on her gasp. "Oh, my god, what in the humiliation kink?"
"Yeah, that's exactly the word—"
"Taehyung, back to Wilfred Owen—"
"Will you be giving me treats every time I get something right?"
She cocked her eyebrow. "You weren't giving me treats when I got things right."
His gaze darkened just a little bit. "It's never too late for things to change."
A soft chuckle escaped her as she broke eye contact and reached for the agenda. "You're truly something."
"So no treats?"
"If I need to tell you to get serious again, no." And he instantly sat up, tucking his feet under his legs as he sat criss-cross-apple-sauce like a child. She couldn't help but laugh.
─Now playing: Nothing Else by Angus & Julia Stone ✫
Within a span of an hour and a half, Taehyung and Daphne had studied basically in every spot the room had to offer: his bed, the desk, and on the rug.
Sometimes he'd lean his head on her leg and listen as she read, and other times she'd be resting her chin on his shoulder, watching while he sat at the desk and took notes.
There were times she'd hold the book in her hands and walk to and fro, talking and gesturing around with her hands, while he'd spin on the chair with his iPad in hand and follow her with his eyes.
There were times she'd take the device from him and add a few details herself, and in those times, he'd pull her into his lap.
“You’re comfortable there?” He’d mused before pulling on her top, nudging her closer until the back of her knees touched his legs and forced her into his lap.
“Better, no?” His voice, as soft as cotton yet as deep as the ocean. His arms would wrap around her waist, chin perching on her shoulder to invade her breathing space, although ‘invade’ would be a wrong word to define it.
His invite was beyond welcome; she’d bring her feet onto his legs, push her knees up to create a supporting surface for the iPad, her back glued to his chest with his perfume permeating her clothes. And when the time would span too long, he’d try busying his hands, dragging under the hem of her top to run his fingertips on her warm skin.
“It’s so satisfying,” she’d said, trying to distract him long enough to regain some self-control. His nose caressed her neck in a feather-light touch as he hummed.
“What?” he’d softly asked, his hands temporarily paused at the level of her navel.
She fought against the urge to turn and face him, knowing the proximity, so she faced the iPad still. “Writing on the iPad.”
“I recall you having your own iPad when I first saw you at the library.” His hands travelled upward, stopping at the base of her ribcage where his arms circled her frame to embrace from underneath her top.
She tried looking at him from the corner of her eye, trying to catch anything from him, anything that meant he’d heard her gulp down the moment his hands started moving around.
“It belongs to my dad, and he lends it to me sometimes.”
They'd decided that five o'clock was the perfect time to go downstairs for a snack, so they tried to make the most of their last twenty minutes.
Back on the bed, Taehyung sat with his legs crossed, while Daphne lay prone, feet kicking in the air and book in hand to go through the pages.
"You guys covered little about Joseph Conrad," she commented, going through his agenda again. "Heart of Darkness deserves justice."
Taehyung looked at Daphne, lips thin to withhold his smile, and shook his head. Obviously, she'd be making such a comment, and it meant little to him because hadn't it been for school, Conrad and his works would have been closer to a legend than an actual classic work.
Closing the agenda, she returned to the textbook, her favourite red highlighter in hand. He'd asked why red out of all colours. The first response was that it was her favourite colour, something he'd noticed a long time ago, just from watching how she dressed, and secondly, it stands out enough for her to stimulate her photographic memory better.
"I'd just remember red lines," he'd chuckled, and she rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I'm not surprised," she'd replied.
Besides the obvious silence that permeated the room like water through a sponge, the afternoon was proceeding peacefully, a stark contrast to their last time here in his bedroom.
She was still in his sweatpants, which had somehow ridden low on her hips to expose some skin, just enough for everything to look more comfortable and feel intimate.
"You have ducks on your socks," he'd told her before, and her cheeks almost caught fire. "What? It's cute!"
"Don't look at my feet. They ain't for free." And he'd laughed at that, feeling his heart swell when he saw her cheeks grow into a smile.
"Ooh," her voice brought him back to the present. "Are you already preparing for your college entrance exam?"
Somewhere between dreamlandia and his memory lane, Daphne had taken his agenda again, and instead of stopping at the page with the list of topics for his English test, she'd surfed it a bit, now reading a whole new list.
He leaned closer, not like he needed it since he could recognise that page from miles away, and hummed.
"Yeah. There are three sessions, like, three chances, basically. February, April, and June. I'm aiming for April because February is too early, and June will be impossible with all the graduation exams and shit."
She nodded, reading the page thoroughly. "Is this the whole syllabus for the exam?"
He hummed again, completing the sentences he was writing on the iPad.
"It's a lot of stuff, Tae,” she said, swinging her feet again.
"Yeah," he sighed, scratching his head to remember what he was writing. "But it's April, so I believe I can make it by then."
Leaving the agenda on the bed for a few seconds, she sat up and crossed her legs, scooting close to him.
"Did you create a sort of study schedule?" He chuckled to stop himself from cheesing at the cute smile she sported.
"Mh-hmm." He finally completed the sentence, running his tongue on his suddenly dry lips as the screen went black and the device fell on the bed next to him.
"I try filling out a box each day.” He scooted closer. “I'm going to intensify it as the date gets closer, but yeah, that's how it's going for now, and I began in December."
"The same school your mum wants you to attend?" She met his eyes, and he slowly closed them to nod. She chuckled, "Is it really that bad?"
"If you knew my mum, you'd understand my frustration, but that's a story for another day, yeah?" He pecked her cheek, a smile on his lips.
She tried not to think much of it and shrugged, returning prone on the mattress with her feet up.
"Well," she sighed, cheek flushing against the sole of her hand, "it's cool as fuck that you'll be going to college. I still don't know what to do with myself."
He lay down next to her, the movement making the blanket blow out the scent of his softener. "You don't?"
She shook her head, closing the agenda to lie flat on the bed, hands under her cheek.
"Well,” he began, scooting even closer, “you're good as fuck in literature."
"In fact,” and his hand absentmindedly reached to play with her hair, “anything that isn't maths or physics is your forte."
And she turned to him with narrowed eyes, no malice. "Tae, is that a backhanded compliment I'm getting?"
"No, no," he chuckled, letting himself lean closer until his cheek flushed against her shoulder. "You're good at those, but they don't come as naturally as the others do. I swear, you teach literature better than my teacher."
She gave him a small appreciative smile, looking at the agenda again and getting lost in thought while his arm slowly circled her frame again, fingers moving slowly underneath her top.
"Plus, I also think that you'd be good in leadership roles—"
"What?" She turned to him, bewildered. "Leadership? With how anxious I get, that's like stepping into fire drenched in fuel."
"Anxiety this, anxiety that.” He shrugged, softly scratching her back in messy circles. “I think that when you get comfortable, you'd be really good, and nobody plans ahead better than you do. And I'm not trying to glaze you or anything."
She scoffed, closing the agenda to look at him. The proximity made his cologne hit her senses harder, but she caught something else too: her perfume.
"I think that's just me overthinking." Her voice gained a soft rasp as the proximity made her unconsciously lower her tone.
"Hey," he mused, getting close enough for the tips of their noses to touch—she didn't retreat. "Every disappointment is a blessing."
She tried biting back a smile, but the chuckle still escaped her. "So it is a disappointment."
─Now playing: Fantasie by Cesare Cremonini, TROPICO ✫
But the words died in the kiss, lips melting into his like cotton in water. And if that had a sound, it would sound exactly like his sigh.
His lips moved so softly, and his fingers graced her cheek in such a delicate touch she could’ve almost missed.
She craned her neck to deepen the kiss, and his hand fully cupped her cheek, dragging her closer. No words were shared, yet he turned on his back, and she automatically straddled him, hands cupping his face.
His chest against hers felt balmy, the heat of his body sipping through the pores of his clothes to mingle with hers. He felt soft and hard underneath her, so warm, and with her legs bracketing his waist, the warmth would first pool in her tummy, fluttering like butterflies only to travel further south.
Hadn’t all these feelings overwhelmed her, she would’ve caught the glimpse of skin that his shirt had exposed when he turned on his back and the band of his boxers peaking from above his pants.
His hands rode up from the back of her thighs to her waist, lying there softly, casually, naturally.
Tilting her head to the side, she deepened the kiss, lips parting to let his tongue rub against hers in a tender, heated touch that made something low in her stomach clench so hard that her hips jolted on their own accord.
He moaned softly, and she unconsciously mimicked him, feeling the sound register in her brain and cloud her mind. His hands travelled down again, pausing on her butt before squeezing the flesh almost out of reflex.
Goosebumps showered down her body, making her moans shaky for a little while when she felt her nipples harden through her bra and against his chest.
The heat burning low in her felt like holding the flame of a lighter close to the skin enough to feel it, but not for it to touch you.
With lips glistening, she broke the kiss first, pecking his lips a couple times to regain her breath before drawing a chain of wet kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his neck.
His chest seemed to instantly deflate at the touch of her lips. She could feel it rise and fall at an increasingly quick and unstable rate, and as if closing all the doors and giving him no way to escape, she pressed her chest against him even more.
His hands stopped where her skin was exposed, and her chain of kisses didn't stop until she was nibbling on his earlobe, consciously or unconsciously driving him crazy.
Another moan left his lips, an almost silent plea as she continued the sweet torture, running her tongue against a sensitive spot on his neck before softly sucking on it.
He melted into the touch, eyelids fluttering and breath coming in shaky. His left hand reached for the back of her neck, the touch firm and needy, as he craned his neck—another silent plea.
His eyes were shut, and his body was overheating under the layers of his clothing.
"Lauri." He began softly, breath raspy, hazy, barely there. But her reply was moving to another spot again, and this time, he leaned into her touch more, head almost resting against hers and lips gathered in a little needy pout.
He sharply exhaled again, right hand now breaching her top to feel the skin underneath. He bit back another moan, pulling his lip between his teeth, while his hands grew restless.
They ran up her back, along her bra to go back down from her side, feeling the goosebumps against his fingertips. Then they settled on her hips, and without even thinking twice, he applied some pressure, pushing her down against him while his hips bucked up on their own accord.
"Lauri." This time it was whiny and breathier, so soft she could've missed. "Oh, Lauri."
The butterflies in her tummy were flapping their wings violently now, heat blooming even stronger, and his hips were only blowing on the flames. She left kisses on his skin like she was covering him with petals and moved to the other side of his neck.
He heaved a deep sigh, chest inflating and deflating at a rapid pace, desperate to intake some air and make up for all the time lost.
With her fingers running through his hair, thumb close to his ears while the others interlocked with his curls, she ran her tongue on the skin again, and he just melted in her touch, hips bucking up again before he could stop them.
"Fuck," he rasped, barely audibly again as she was literally ridding him of his oxygen. His lips were still gathered in a little, needy pout, a bit swollen from the kiss and the constant lip bites, while his hands stayed firmly on her hips, pushing her down against him.
At the friction, he couldn't help the moan that left him—still raspy, but a bit louder.
"Oh, god,” he hissed, bucking them up even harder. “Lauri—"
Someone knocked on the door, and they immediately untangled their bodies, sitting up straight with their legs crossed.
As she moved to fix her hair, the second heartbeat she felt down south travelled to her throat while her eyes looked at the door, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t open it yet.
Taehyung, next to her, had grabbed a small pillow from the bunch at the head of the bed, and the nervousness sitting like a gulp in her throat died down just a little bit.
"Tae, are you there? Can I come in?"
The voice belonged to Adrielle.
"Fuck," Taehyung muttered before welcoming her in, hand keeping the pillow in position. Daphne bit her lip—she was still a little shaken up—but she went wide-eyed for a split second when she caught the faint marks on his neck.
"Yeah, yeah, come in,” he continued, unaware of the train of thought in his girlfriend’s mind.
The door handle turned as she complied, stuttering in her steps when she found him with company.
"Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting?" Her lips went thin, eyes a bit dilated but still cold.
Adrielle dared not to take another step into the room, but the open door was enough for Yeontan to sneak inside.
"I-I," she cleared her throat, eyes moving elsewhere, "Nana told me to meet her at five for the school garden project, but I can't find her, so I thought—"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, I get it," Taehyung nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know where she is. She wasn't at home when we got here, so…"
Adrielle nodded, pursed her lips a bit as if she were confused, and after apologising once again, she turned to leave, closing the door behind herself.
─Now playing: Gocce di Memoria by Giorgia ✫
The lock clicked as she let go of the handle, and she could've sworn she heard them, him, heave a sigh and groan from behind the oak door.
The number of times she'd said it now made it corny, but Adrielle indeed hated her life, and every day was just another point in the list, another element placed into evidence.
She'd seen worse, certainly, starring Taehyung especially, but it still hurt every single time.
The slim rug running along the hallway was soft under the soles of her feet, as was the little tingling pendant attached to Yeontan's collar.
The dog walked along the corridor, moving to Nana's side of the house and back. Adrielle turned the corner before the arched way leading to the woman's home and went down the stairs.
Yeontan led the way down, his paws as light as Adrielle's footsteps, which was ironic because something solid had formed in her throat, pooling down to her chest to sit on her heart like a pile of bricks.
It wasn't unfamiliar, and for that reason it didn't weigh down on her feet as she reached the ground floor. It didn't mess with her balance, so she wasn't holding onto the wall and the pieces of furniture lining the hallway.
Instead, her hands gathered in front of her, manicured nails torturing her cuticles and her finger pads.
Yeontan proceeded unbothered, eyes wandering around from the dining room to the kitchen to the sliding doors and finally the living room.
Adrielle's gaze had glazed over, blue irises seemingly covered by a ghostly cold shade, with tears prickling at the corner of her eyes.
She didn't notice her feet carrying her to the couch until she'd sunk down on it, her purse dipping closer to her as she did so. She reached for it, dug into it to take her phone, and quickly sent Nana a text, asking about her whereabouts.
The clock widget on her homescreen said almost five pm before she turned the device off and brought her knees to her chin.
His neck.
The bed wasn't close to the door, at least not enough for her brain to be permanently flashed with specific pictures, yet his neck was so clear in her memory, truly like she'd stared at the sun for too long.
He was sitting on the bed, legs midway between a laxed position and being crossed, and he held a pillow in his lap, specifically his groin.
Adrielle wasn't stupid enough not to make something out of that. Experience taught her otherwise.
But his neck… just like staying wide-eyed in front of flashing lights, her mind couldn't let go of those soft pink and coral spots on his skin.
Did he know he had them? Had he seen them? Seen how they stayed on his neck like stars in the sky, like polka dots on a dress?
Their colour was faint but not enough for Adrielle's eyes to miss them, never enough.
Daphne was so close to him, keeping the kind of proximity you get as soon as you get off someone's lap. Unintentional.
She had his sweatpants on, the ones he always wears when, for some odd reason, he'd feel cold at night. He'd taken them to the cabin on Christmas, had them on before going to bed.
Now, Daphne was wearing them, and they were clearly too big for her despite the strings. Adrielle caught the black lace of her underwear peeking from underneath.
It almost hurt her gums how everything about them was seemingly effortless, like the flow of a river. Nothing groundbreaking or mindblowing. Just… poised, sensible, automatic, natural.
He wasn't naked, wasn't shirtless. He was fully dressed and only stripped of his hoodie. His messy hair did the job. His swollen lips spoke the truth. And while those faint hickeys would fade with time, the scene would never leave her mind.
Daphne wasn't naked or shirtless. She, too, had messy hair, and the bottom rim of her top was lopsided, proof that Taehyung's hands had wandered in the vicinity.
With Willow, things weren't like that: it was a matter of wildfire, not silent sizzling.
When Adrielle had accidentally walked in on them, the flames were roaring, growling, greedy, and needy.
Willow had a small tank top with sleeves so thin they could break, a material so light it could rip apart, and a neck cut so deep that Adrielle could see the edges of her bra.
Taehyung…? He was shirtless, propped against the pile of pillows placed against the headboard of the bed.
Willow was in his lap, the distance negligible, irrelevant, barely there to be even taken into consideration.
Adrielle didn't know that Taehyung was awake, didn't know Willow was around at all. She was downstairs in the kitchen after working on the farm with Nana.
"He's tired from school," Nana had said. "After lunch, he just went to bed."
And Adrielle didn't think much of it. But as they were done preparing snacks late in the afternoon, Adrielle and Nana, too, thought it would be nice to give him some.
When exactly Willow had snuck into the house escaped her, escaped the old woman as well, and after knocking and welcoming herself into his bedroom, expecting him to still be asleep, the ceramic plate almost crashed to the floor.
"Hey, Elle." His voice was rough, nervous almost. He probably thought she was Nana or his mum.
Adrielle didn't verbally reply, just pursed her lips in awkwardness. But as she took a step in to leave the plate on his bedside table, Willow's voice froze her muscles.
"We're not hungry."
Adrielle's frown was barely detectable, but it was there, along with the remark sitting on the tip of her tongue: Willow's stomach wasn't included in the snack, since she believed only Taehyung was in the room.
"Well…" She carefully began, still heading for the bedside table. "It's for him."
"Yeah, but he's not hungry—"
"Thanks, Elle," he said, giving her a tight-lipped smile as she finally left the plate on the bedside table.
Just as she'd remained silent moments ago, she left the couple without uttering another word. But while the sigh from behind the door was collective, Willow had been the one to groan, and Adrielle knew she tried to be as loud as possible, making sure she'd be heard.
─Now playing: Disappear by Beabadoobee ✫
Adrielle's fingers stopped toying with the edge of her phone cover when she heard Taehyung and Daphne leave the room and head downstairs.
Trying to seem unbothered, she lay on the couch and stretched her legs to browse on her phone.
From the volume of Daphne's giggles and Yeontan's hurried pace to the corridor, she could tell they'd finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
Daphne's voice went up an octave as she cuddled the dog in her arms, while with her eyes still on the phone screen, Adrielle had no idea of Taehyung's whereabouts until he addressed her in the living room.
"Tried calling her?" he asked, referring to Nana.
Adrielle moved the device out of her gaze just a little and tried to maintain an expressionless appearance as she replied.
"I already did that on my way here, but she hasn't responded yet."
He hummed. Daphne, behind him, was in the kitchen, moving between cabinets with Yeontan still in her arms.
"Well… she's been working on various commissions since last week, but I think she'll be back. I'll try calling her myself."
Adrielle didn't reply while he stood beside the couch, phone in hand to keep the promise.
"You guys set up a meeting?"
Adrielle had to swallow down the scoff threatening to come out of her throat. "Yeah, we did, but she's also promised to help me with the school project."
"So… you haven't really set it up?" He scratched the nape of his neck.
Adrielle instantly sat up, almost regretting it when the iron deficiency kicked in. "Tae, we meet on the regular—"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just saying, because she's not forgetful—"
"She's not." She coldly cut him off before lying down again. "She probably got caught up with a client or something."
"Yeah, yeah." He licked his lips. They were probably dry after all the making out. "You're right— We're just grabbing some snacks. Wanna join?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm fine."
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you weren’t rich, nor were you noble. if anything, you were everything wealthy parents warned their children about all their life. but somehow, you got him wrapped around your finger.
smut, little angst, fluff. strangers to lovers. tw: alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (at the end).
the high class families gathered in balls, in parties, in luxurious bars. their laughs were well coordinated, probably worth millions to be simply recorded. the wine they drank, fine, and well made. they’d never offer the middle class a sip, not even a drop.
let’s not even mention what they considered “poor.”
you had to have to the balls to ever even converse with a person of power, your existence worth a mere penny compared to theirs. their dresses were elegant as they danced to classical music, their suits stripped off any wrinkles.
their jewelry, you could only imagine. the gold that adorned their necks, ears, and wrists worth a living. they weren’t cheap rings that stained your fingers green with a couple of uses, god no.
the ‘unwealthy’ kids were taught to be stepped on. they were taught about how society worked from as young as three and it would be how life would always continue to work.
the kids’ eyes would stare at the glossy heels that classy woman wore, and the leather shoes that rich men had gloved to their feet. their steps would scream money, and their faces poverty. why? because they’re all bitter.
they could look each other in the face and lie about plans, deals, and contracts.
and they’d look you in the eye, and call you thieves.
they had children, raised them to upmost perfection, and married them off to the neighboring wealthy. they sat up right, they never cursed, and they never played.
instead, they learned the piano, learned sports, and learned finance. they had no choice, no childhood. but that was normal for them, right?
outside the bar doors, you could hear the obvious classics playing, the type riches would listen to. you grew up learning how they lived their lives, their etiquette and their fashion.
your heels called for attention as they tapped expensively on the pavement leading to the entrance of the bar. the doors were made of glass, with black rims and gold accents. as you saw inside, you saw suits and tight dresses, red and maroon sofas that were made of cherished fabric.
your dress was no less than of what else was inside, red and taunting with it’s teasing cuts that exposed your skin, but somehow kept you classy.
your jewelry was real, little things you had laid your hands on with intention of keeping and hiding. It was simple, sometimes rich people are vulnerable and stupid and don’t realize when you stick you hand in their purse.
“where’s your invite?” the security guard asks, his tone rough and unapologetic as the creases on his forehead grew more defined. his eyes were covered by the dark glasses that were impossible to see through from the outside, but you knew this emotion all too well.
“do I really need one? I mean, don’t I look wealthy enough?” you teased, your hand flat against his chest as you bit your lip.
“where’s, your, invite?” he repeated, tone harsher than before.
“fine.” you gave up, your other hand bringing a rectangular piece of paper with printed letters of a location. you found it in the streets, wandering alone, probably slipped from its receiver. but who cares about that? “here.” you held it up to his face, his hand coming to take it from you.
you smiled, eyes looking up at him as you tilted your head and made your way in. stupid man.
as you made your way in, you spotted elders and people around your age, in their mid twenties. probably heirs to companies of influence.
the older women barely looked their age, make up sitting on their skin with intention and determination to look younger. and it worked.
but not without the help of injections.
the men were allowed to be wrinkly, their cheeks sometimes droopy if their genes weren’t perfect. but who cared, they were men.
you stood in the middle of the stairs, eyes wandering around. your make up was done too, eyeliner smooth, red and black details on your face complimenting your attire with your dress, hair, jewelry, and heels.
you looked rich, and that’s all that mattered.
this wasn’t strange to you, having done this a couple times before. you weren’t known, but you were always there. you could crash a party, or just take advantage of it. and you’d done both before. with intention, of course.
and the next day, you wouldn’t regret it one bit.
today was one of those nights, you would drink, dance, and your intoxicated self would tell you what to do because she was wise.
you started slowly walking towards the bar, finding men who were willing to do you a favor with your looks. finding one, you approached him, your hair swaying with you as you walked with purpose.
“hey,” you greeted, a grin on your lips with a slight smirk. you tone was purposely seductive, and raspy. “what’s a lone man like you doing here.”
with a touch on his shoulder, his gaze met yours. he looked dangerous, intoxicated at best, his eyes hooded. “you look wasted, maybe a kiss would help?” you smiled, bringing your hands to cup his face and place a peck on his cheek. your lipstick left a mark, his rough skin now left with evidence of you.
he was definitely older than you, but who cared if you only came looking for a drink. “what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” he asked, a sly grin on his face as his hand cupped your waist.
“oh, I d’know, looking for a guy like you.”
he licked his lips, his grip now tightened. his free hand was now raised, calling the bartender over. “a drink for the pretty lady.” he called out, voice strong enough to be heard. “what drink would you like?”
“vodka.” you answered truthfully, you weren’t taking any chances.
“vodka.” he repeated, almost murmuring. his eyes still pierced into yours, intimidating you but you wouldn’t show it.
your cup came faster as you’d hoped, grabbing it in your hand and taking a sip, not breaking eye contact. “thank you,” you licked your lips, licking the drop that rested on your bottom lip. “for the drink. but I really, need to pee.”
his eyes grew hooded once more, his eyebrows questioning but still clueless.
“I just need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” you compromised, knowing he’d be too knocked out to chase after you. and you were right, the moment you left, you turned to look and he was already back in the same position, his arms crossed on the table as his head laid on them.
chuckling, you took a sip from the cup, wandering off to the dance floor. there were couch areas everywhere, some people with the guts of making out and others simply talking.
boring.
you just needed to find a buffet of some sort. rich people loved eating at bars, which good for you ‘cuz you needed it.
maybe if you hadn’t tried to explore the world so much, maybe if you hadn’t tried to put your hands in places they didn’t belong, you’d still be home.
you’d still be home in the comfort of your bed, eating what middle class people eat and live your life comfortably. but that’s not what happened. in your parent’s eyes, you were ‘poor.’ you couldn’t find no goddamn job nor bring money to the goddamn house. so they kicked you out, and let’s say you have kind of enjoyed your stay in the outside world.
It wasn’t so hard convincing people to buy you shit, more so men because they’re stupid and fall for everything, luckily so.
you bump into someone on accident, not really if you weren’t watching where you were going. facing your front, you realize you spilled your vodka on him, his maroon dress shirt now sticking to his skin, the color turning darker.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching my path.” you apologized, too genuine for you liking.
“it’s alright, it’s just a shirt.” he replied, he looked worried but he was also smiling. his eyes met yours and you almost lost touch with reality.
love at first sight was bullshit, but you could make an exception for attraction. he was beautiful, and you knew who he was. you’d seen his face on billboards across the whole city, fuck he’s probably promoted in other countries as well.
his face was rich and people fought to have him be an ambassador for their brands. his skin was flawless but a couple moles littered his face in just the right places, just to your view at least.
“let me help you—“ you offered, his hand stopping yours from touching him with a paper towel you found on one of the side tables.
“it’s fine, really. I’ll just go dry off in the bathroom.” his expression wasn’t anywhere close to enraged, in fact he was smiling. almost, humorously. but he wasn’t making fun of you, no. In fact, he looked a little lost, he did seem in a hurry. “if someone asks you if you’ve seen me, please say no.” he pleads, looking back as if searching for a certain someone.
you nod, completely out of your head and watch as he walks off after giving you a smile. you notice he’s different, he isn’t quiet bitter like the rest of them.
squinting towards his direction, you admired his walk. it wasn’t creepy, at least not to you. but you really liked the way he moved, the way his shoulders were so firm and the way he passed through the crowd. hm.
“hey, you, have you seen a man walk by? maroon suit, hair kind of slicked back?” a woman asked you, her hair blonde and brown eyes showing no emotion but desperation. she looked pissed, almost sassy with the way she stood.
“no, not sure who you’re referring to.” you shrugged, brining your cup to your lips as you kept your gaze on her. she scoffed, checking you out in a not-so-flirty way. she sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes.
“you’re lying and I know it. just because you’re wealthy doesn’t mean he wants you.” she smirked, face coming closer to yours as she tried to be intimidating.
“why are you asking me? not like im the only one in this huge crowd, am I? or do I..” you pause, leaning in just as much as her. “threaten you?”
your tone was cocky, slightly mocking. “you’re a fucking weirdo.” she spat, hitting your shoulder with hers as she walked past you in look for the handsome man.
fuck, it was all competition with these rich people.
you made your way to the dance floor, the expensive scents of perfume hitting your nose, grimacing at the strong smell or cologne that weren’t even pleasant to the sense.
taehyung was used to these useless gatherings, seeing the same people over and over again just to discuss about future collaborations and contracts. it was a pain in the ass and no one seemed to care of how repetitive everything was.
he looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom, his forehead a little sweaty and his eyes tired. he didn’t blame the girl he just ran into, you. his wet shirt was the least of his concerns.
his breathing got a little heavy, looking down at his hands, they were shaking. he was quite familiar with panic attacks, but he knew how to handle them a bit better by now.
he always wanted to please his parents and gave his all when asked, but he never really got used to his parents looking down on him for things he’s done. even if they do it all the time.
he wasn’t older than twenty-one, but he was in need of a wife, or a lover, according to the wealthy.
he didn’t think he was ready, but, he couldn’t have a say, could he?
his eyes closed shut, trying to calm down the rate of his heartbeat and his breathing. his hands gripped the edges of the sink, not wanting to slide down to the nasty floor.
he didn’t think much of it at the moment, but he remembered you were beautiful. you weren’t anyone he had seen before, but if he had to guess, you were probably a daughter of one of the CEO’s in the guest list.
maybe one that has never been around, or that he’s never noticed.
his chest calmed down, his breathing now regular. he was glad, but he still had to go back out there. he sighed, washing his hands and splashing some water onto his face before heading out.
“tae, I’ve been looking for you. come here, let’s walk back together.” her high pitched voice rang in his ear, he knew he was fucked how that he’d been caught.
“I needed some time, em.” he said, shrugging her hand off his shoulder before walking forward and leaving her slightly behind. she was pissed, but she was supposed to be his.
groaning, she followed him back to the couch they were sitting on.
taehyung sat beside him friend, leaning his head on his shoulder as he sighed. “jimin, I wanna leave.”
his friend looked at him, sighing and putting his arm around his shoulder. “I know, me too. sometimes I wish I wasn’t rich, y’know?” he chuckled, his inner thoughts coming to light.
“yeah, I really feel that way right now.”
people littered the huge room. they danced almost elegantly but also stiff, like they acted as if they knew how to dance but did the opposite instead.
taehyung looked around, familiar people everywhere. again, he’s been to these things millions of times. he could basically name everyone in the room.
but he saw you.
dancing among the older people, dancing among the classy, you were there. almost caught in the middle and under the influence of alcohol, you were there.
and he couldn’t take his eyes off you even with the ringing of voices trying to capture his attention. he didn’t know why, in fact at least someone would’ve told him he should be mad at you for spilling your drink on him.
but he wasn’t. he was anything but mad.
he slightly raised his head off jimin’s shoulder, his hands moving to rest on each side of him, completely ignoring the blonde caressing his arm.
he’d only seen it in movies, but his vision almost blurred; he wasn’t intoxicated.
the lights seemed to turn into blurred circles that covered everyone in his view. what the hell was wrong with him?
“tae?” he heard, breaking out of the wierd headache he was just in. but it was such a good headache, like you caused it.
he turned to the woman on his shoulder, shrugging her off him to sit back. she smiled, resting her head on him as she talked. “y’know, since we grew up together, I only think it’s right your father chose me as your future bride.” she giggled.
her voice was vague in his mind, as if he was thinking too much to hear those around him. his eyes stayed focused on you, the way you moved, the way you smiled. you weren’t boring. “I think..” he initiated. “I should marry who I want to.”
“and.. it’s me, right?” putting her hand on his thigh, she looked up at him, licking her lips as she blinked.
“no.” standing up, he heard her calling his name, yet didn’t turn back.
“burnnnnn.” jimin laughed, slapping his thigh lazily as he laid his head back.
“shut the fuck up.”
taehyung walked through the people, apologizing and excusing himself throughout. he made his way towards you, your back facing him and slightly swaying.
you didn’t care of getting caught being where you weren’t supposed to, in fact it’d happened before. you felt a tap on your shoulder, you were too lazy to interact but you turned anyway.
“oh, hey.” you grinned, facing the man you apologized to earlier.
“hey, I noticed you were by yourself, I thought I would keep you company.” he smiled.
“thanks. by the way, I’m sorry for spilling on you earlier,” you apologized, your gaze moving towards his shirt. “looks like it’s dried up now though.”
he chuckled, looking down at himself with hazy eyes, “yeah, it’s all better. but it was sure a highlight of the night.” he smiled.
“should I be… glad?” you questioned, teasing him a bit.
“of course, it’s pretty boring in here.” hm.
he sure wasn’t bitter like the rest, you’ve never really met someone like him before. you unexpectedly felt flustered under his tempting gaze, his eyes staring into yours.
maybe it was the alcohol, but you really, wanted to kiss him right now. he looked so, appetizing.
maybe it was the alcohol, but he looked like he was leaning closer, your noses almost touching.
maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt his hand cup your cheek, his thumb caressing it gently.
maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt his lips touch yours. his soft, plump, gentle lips were plush against yours.
he didn’t plan it, but he lost himself in your eyes, almost being hypnotized in real time. he didn’t drink, not a single drop, so he wasn’t intoxicated.
but when he felt your hand on his neck pulling him closer, he couldn’t feel any barrier between one another. his eyelashes touched yours, noses beside each other, and lips sharing secrets.
his hands found their place, one on your cheek and the other on your waist. you even smelt good, your perfume soft, your scent a mild vanilla.
you pulled back, your lips parting despite not really wanting to. his eyes met yours, closer this time. you noticed his brown irises, bright but dark, almost caramel colored.
but as you looked at him, you realized you weren’t supposed to be here, kissing him like this. everyone knows, wealthy parents don’t care about love, they don’t know about choices.
you didn’t want him to want you just to not be able to be with you, or have any romantic feelings at all. you didn’t want him to want you and make his life miserable with a barrier you knew he couldn’t break.
you sighed, coming to your realization of the reality of society. maybe he wasn’t even who he seemed to be.
maybe he only kissed you because he thought you were rich.
you took a step back, your hands almost flinching off him. “what’s wrong?” he asked, concern taking over his expression. “did you.. not like it?”
“no,” you mumbled, his eyebrows frowning. “no, it’s not that.” your expression guilty.
“then what is it?” his voice quiet.
“I just..” you stuttered, too vulnerable for your liking “I need to go.” you said, slipping from his grasp and stepping back.
he looked down, frowning at your reaction. “I’ll, see you again..” he trailed off. “right?”
you nodded, “yes.” you only hoped.
he decided not to question you, just hoped you didn’t leave because of him. he hoped he kissed you right, the way you wanted. he hoped he hadn’t crossed a line.
he walked back, trying to find his friend in the crowd after he left. he was confused, but tried not to over analyze it.
his friend was in the same position, phone now in his hand as he scrolled. the woman that had been once stuck on his shoulder now nowhere to be seen.
he sat next to jimin, finding his throat tightening. “what do you do, when you’ve left someone unsatisfied?” he asked.
“what, did you leave a girl that didn’t cum?”
“what? no—” he grimaced.
“then?” his friend looked at him, confused as he finally looked off his phone.
“it’s more..” taehyung paused, looking at his hands fiddle with his suit buttons. “complicated.”
“what does that mean?” jimin asks, his eyebrows now furrowed.
“I don’t know.. this girl, she left after I, kind of..” he shrugged, shyly bringing his hand behind his neck. “kissed her.”
his friend’s eyes widened, “are you shy?”
“well—”
“did she consent?”
“yes. I’m pretty sure—”
“hm, she might’ve just needed to go. y’know how rich parents are, you can’t kiss someone with emotion if they didn’t choose who you get to kiss.” jimin shrugs, leaning back into the couch.
taehyung nodded, the possibility making sense in his head. but he wasn’t sure, sure if he’d ever see you again. he liked you, a lot. but jimin didn’t need to know that.
you weren’t panicking, but you were.
this was supposed to be fun and mindless, going to random rich people’s parties and do whatever. not this.
you felt different. as you hurriedly walked back to apartment you rented, your mind swirled with thoughts of him.
him.
he was, is, wonderful. you barely knew him yet everyone knew who he was, including you. it’s trippy, but you don’t know his personality or personal life. you knew the face that was plastered on the glass doors of random shops.
even if you wanted to meet him again, you’d have to sneak your way in or find an invitation which is likely impossible.
but you weren’t about to let him down.
that night you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling that reflected his face that you imagined. him kissing you as the room ignored the two bodies in the middle.
hell, you weren’t even close but you felt like you knew his heart.
you had to calculate your steps this time, weeks later. you didn’t know when or where a new event for the wealthy would take place that he’d be in, but you had your ways.
this time, you stood in front of a huge venue rented by his parents.
you matched the color code, blue and turquoise with hints of white. the dress shop down the street involuntarily handed them to you, dresses you would keep in your closet as they worn out.
your white shawl adorned your shoulders, like brilliant fake elegance. but no one had to know it’s, in truthfulness.
you didn’t have an invitation, but you noticed a family of blues nearing the entrance with a slow walk, elegant. you neared behind them, not getting extremely close to draw their attention, but getting close enough so the guards would think you’re a part of them.
as you made your way in, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“you don’t belong here, don’t you?” the guard questioned, his hand sturdy and tone harsh. he stared down at you through his shades, black with a mere reflection. his familiar eyebrows caught your attention, his expression firm.
“yes I do, I just didn’t come alone this time.” you winked, finger slightly pushing him away to move back yourself.
you started walking back into the venue, the blue lights shimmering on your jewelry as the guard yelled behind you.
picking up your pace, you heard hurried footsteps behind yours, looking back to notice the man was still on your tail.
you walked into the crowd, slipping past people and accidentally bumping some. you didn’t have to just look for the man you yearned to encounter now, you also had to hurry in order to be able to.
you rushed past women in dresses of higher expenses and men with custom made suits and shoes that could reflect the lights.
your stamina was running down, your breath heavy and chest heaving. your eyebrows furrowed, worry creeping in as you didn’t spot him.
a sudden grip on your wrist made you gasp, getting pull to a chest from your side. the man covered your mouth with his palm, his breathing tickling your neck.
you struggled to breath, but noticed the guard skip you and rush forward in search for you.
the hand on your mouth loosened, taking the opportunity you turned back, meeting the eyes so familiar to your gaze.
his face was close to yours, breaths practically mixing. people surrounded you and walls covered your position.
“what the hell?” he whispered, cupping your face to turn back to him as you were still looking at the guard in the distance. “why is he chasing you?”
“I..” you paused, staring at his lips in front of you, bringing back the vague memory of their feel. “he recognized me.” you nodded, your excuse lame but hoping it’d work. he couldn’t know.
he raised a brow, confusion taking over his features.
“I spilled a drink on him once, and.. he recognized me.” you muttered, stuttering a bit out of intimidation.
“it was, that serious?” he questioned, a smile almost breaking out in a failed attempt to maintain a stern demeanor.
you nodded, glancing back into the crowd, still in a shy panic. you felt guilty for the lie, but you’d feel worse if he looked at you in disgust.
he chuckled, pulling you into a hug you didn’t expect. you raised your arms over his shoulders, hugging him back, finding comfort in his grasp.
his suit was sky blue, tie black and dress shirt white. your cheek pressed against his neck, his cologne drawing you in. “you dressed up nice.”
“heard that one a lot today.” he said, breaking the hug to grin at you. you frowned, playfully hitting his chest.
“but.. i have to admit. only yours mattered.” he blushed, lips closing to smile shyly.
you stared at him, like falling in love with your partner all over again, but you were never together in the first place. “that’s.. romantic.” you note, leaning in as he did, his lips meeting yours.
his tongue slipped through your lips, tasting the wine he’s probably had. you whined into the kiss, your hands meeting around his neck, intertwining your fingers behind him.
your noses bumped a little, turning your head sideways to increase your proximity. if anything, the small brushes of his hair on your forehead made the moment more intimate than it already was.
you pulled away, lips making a small smooching sound before parting. “what is this?” you asked, looking at him in a smitten font. “us.” you muttered, clarifying.
“I don’t know. but.. I want us to be more than anything.” he smiled, pecking your lips before slightly nodding at you. “let’s go.” he pulled at your wrist to take you somewhere.
“but the guard—”
“fuck him, we’re going outside.” he reassured, pulling you along with him.
the crowd was tighter than last time, forcing the two of you to cramp up between every person you passed. you looked around in alarm, looking every way to make sure you wouldn’t get caught as taehyung pulled your wrist.
unexpectedly, you felt a harsh pull from your shoulder, opposite to where taehyung was leading you. you looked back, eyes widening as they met the dark shades they were reflected on.
“fuck.” you whispered, turning around to hurry taehyung up. “he’s right behind us, run!” you warned him.
he turned back to notice the man chasing you. gripping your wrist tighter, he hurried his way past everyone in front of him, finding a clear path to pass through. “hurry!”
“stop! you didn’t have an invitation!” the guard yelled behind you, your heart dropping. taehyung turned to look at you, a confused look in his eye but he kept sprinting anyway.
you drifted your gaze away from him, still feeling his eyes on you. you couldn’t look at him. his grip loosened as you neared the exit doors.
the guard got lost in the crowd, giving you time. just then, a familiar voice chuckled in the speakers as taehyung’s father started to speak. “tonight, I held this gathering because I’m looking for a wife for my son. a rich, classy woman that fits him perfectly.” he spoke, smile bright on his face but a devilish tone only heard to your ears.
you were right in front of the doors, only staring at them. you looked at taehyung, his hand leaving yours gently as if trying to remember their feel.
he sighed, jaw clenching as he frowned. you heard hurriedly footsteps behind you, looking back to notice the guard catching your eye from far away.
looking back at taehyung, you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry.”
he shook his head, “no, I am.” he took your hand in his once again, pushing through the doors that lead you to the back of the venue outside.
you both ran to the sidewalk. hearing the door open for a few seconds before shutting, but no footsteps. you looked back, no guard in sight.
slowing down, you caught your breath, putting a hand to rest on the tree beside you while your other hand was still in taehyung’s.
“you weren’t invited, huh?” he brought up, hand squeezing yours. he didn’t look towards you, only staring into the distance.
“no.” you managed to speak, tears brimming in your eyes. you blinked them away, stopping them from falling. “I didn’t mean to drag your out here, you’re supposed to be with someone else.”
“my father, he doesn’t understand what I want. I want to be with you.” he said, cursing at himself for the voice crack.
“I’m not rich, taehyung. I sneak into parties and sometimes crash them for fun, and because I don’t have enough money to pay for food outside of these events.” you cried, looking down at your feet.
he looked at you, not surprised you knew his name. “so?”he asked, voice soft.
“you are. and maybe you deserve someone at your level, someone classy.” you mocked his father’s word, shaking your head and trying to leave his grip but he tightened his hand and intertwined your fingers.
“I don’t care about money. none of those girls in there would make me change my mind, fuck classy.”
he pulled you into a hug, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “but, what will you do now?” you asked, breaking the hug.
he looked into your eyes, “I have a car, we can quickly transfer some of my money into your account and leave this fucking place.” he told you, nodding in reassurance.
you got to his car parked a bit far away from the venue. as he drove, you transferred a good amount of money to your account. by now, everyone in the venue started looking for him, calling his name out. the guard was questioned, but he didn’t break. “I didn’t see him all night.” he spoke, lying through his teeth, but maybe, he wasn’t such a bad person.
you placed your hands on the moist windows, marking your handprint. you moaned as taehyung used his hands to guide you down on him, grinding on him as his cock thrusted inside you, your buttocks slapping against his thighs.
“shit.” he groaned, leaning forward to wrap his lips around the peak of your breasts, sucking the mound in as his tongue played with your nipple.
the sounds of your clit rubbing against his pelvis wet as you spread your arousal all over him. your hands moved to grip the headrests of the seats behind you.
taehyung had parked in the parking lot of your apartment, one thing leading to another and now both of you were in the backseats, grinding against each other and chasing your orgasms.
“it might be soon, but I’ve fallen in love with you.” he gasps, leaning back against the seats and throwing his head back as he shot his cum inside you and you milked his cock, a ring forming on his shaft.
you whined, leaning in to kiss his lips, his hands coming to wrap themselves around your sweaty body. your moist chest rested flush agasing his, your hands losing themselves in his hair.
“are you sure it isn’t because of the sex?” you teased, breaking the kiss but your face centimeters away from his.
“no, I knew it since we ran out that venue together.” he smiled, pecking your lips.
“me too, i love you.”
note: i loved writing this sm thanks for reading! I had this idea in mind for so long and I’m so glad it turned out the way I wanted. it’s kind of hurried a bit imo?? but I hope you guys like it!!
