Summary: All you wanted to do was visit your aunt in Salem. What you didn’t sign up for was being accused of being a witch and almost being executed. But when a handsome gentleman comes around and saves you, you decide to help him fight against the atrocities committed by the authorities with their baseless accusations about witches and executing innocent lives.
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: based on the Salem witch trials, historical au, strangers to lovers, rebel!tae , eventual smut, angst, fluff
Rating:18+
Warnings: swearing, murder, gore mentions of executions, alcohol consumption (more warnings will be added as the series progresses)
A/n: okay so I’m scared because this is my first fic here hehe. Hopefully you all enjoy.
P.s: the prologue is narrators perspective the pov might change in the future!
This is swearly unedited
The night hung high above her, peeping through the rough, thick arms of trees that loomed over her small figure, adorned with crumbling, drying leaves that shook fervently in fear. The wind blew songs in her ear, whispering small things she didn’t have the mind to pay heed to.
The silence was deafening, only the hammering hammering sound of her pounding heart frantically beating in her chest echoing through her eardrums. Y/n sprinted by way of the darkish and uninviting wooded area, her brain was once racing quicker than her toes. Twinges and branches assailed her face as she desperately thought of a way to lose those following her.
Y/n’s dress clad form stumbled forward, the lack of oxygen causing her throat to burn and eyes brim with tears.
“How could this happen!?” She silently argued with the voice in her head.
All she wanted to do was visit her aunt in Salem village and now here she was being accused of doing witchcraft. Even her aunt betrayed her once the blame came to her daughter that Y/n had been the one to bewitch her daughter!
It was a terrifying ordeal knowing she might not make it and would suffer the terrible fate of either being burned alive or being hanged. She shook her head at these thoughts, NO! She had to keep her feet moving. Adrenaline surged through her body making her hyper aware of her surroundings.
From afar she spots a light shinning from a cottage, Since she was on the outskirts of the village, she decided to sought refuge there. The occupants of the cottage were a married couple and their two children who ushered Y/n in after witnessing her disheveled form.
A sudden knocking steals their attention and the father moves to open the door but not before Y/n holds onto his arm, fear swirling in her eyes. “Please save me. I swear I’m not what they claim I am to be. I am being falsely accused” the panic in her voice was evident.
The father looked towards his wife before moving towards the door and opening it to find guards on the other side asking for Y/n’s whereabouts. While that conversation is happening, the kids lead her to a hiding spot. Once the guards leave she emerges from the hiding spot and thanks the family for their kindness. What she doesn’t notice is the sudden coldness in their eyes.
The warm stew offered to Y/n calmed her nerves down and she explained her predicament to the family who decided to let her stay the night.
The next morning Y/n opened her eyes but instantly closed them as the sun irritated her eyes. Her throat felt dry and she was suddenly aware of her bound limbs sending her into a panic. Her attempts of wiggling out went in vain. Opening her eyes once again she was greeted by the faces of the Salem village citizens who were giving her unpleasant looks.
She suddenly saw a poster with her name and a rough sketch and a large sum of money for whoever was able to capture her and bring her to authorities and suddenly everything made sense. If only she hadn’t let her guard down around the “kind family”. She notices her parents fighting the guards to get to her but nothing was working.
Losing all hope Y/n gave one last smile to her parents and closed her eyes accepting this cruel fate bestowed upon her. The sun above her was blazing like titans fiery wheel in the sky, the warmth of the rays reminding her of the hugs her mother and head pats her father gave her.
So with a smile plastered on her face, she bid her last farewell as she lost all consciousness. She was dead.
.
.
.
Or so she thought because she woke up for the second time that day. This time she found herself in an abandoned house covered in dust and as she was surveying her surroundings, a very handsome man entered her room.
“Hello! I see you are awake little lady. My name is Taehyung” he introduced himself enthusiastically but Y/n was left speechless because she had heard stories about him from the village folkes…
That’s right…He was Kim Taehyung. One among the only 7 men accused of witchcraft who had all managed to escape and were rebelling against the authorities unjust accusations. Many riots were started by them but no one ever saw them in the flesh. But you knew it was him who saved her life because no one else in the village cared if she lived or not.
“You must be wondering how I saved you?” Y/n almost instantly nodded her head with curiosity.
“Well… I will enlighten you soon darling but first we must get going. We are still on the outskirts of the village and there is a high chance of getting caught so come let’s go” he said. Y/n followed him without a word because she had no other place to go to.
Little did she know this was going to be one hell of a journey of her life…
Word Count: 5,885 // angst (toxic relationship, friends to lovers, yandere behavior, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of physical harm, mention of neglect), smut (rough sex/slight dub-con, fingering, omorashi, asphyxiation, forced creampie), no fluff
Childhood friend!Taehyung X Childhood friend!Reader
Summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you.
Someone’s mistake can become someone else’s misery, or at least that’s what handsome tycoon Kim Taehyung thinks when his secretary gets caught shoplifting.
A/N: here’s the deal: you don’t ask my what happened to my other WIP and I keep updating this fic, k?
“I just… can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, it’s like… something out of a soap opera. Is that— is that a—?”
Three pairs of eyes are glued to the screen, glowing with the light. Nayeon blinks, still confused and totally astonished at the scene unfolding before her; it really is beyond belief – or, at least, beyond hers.
Silence kicks in, and they continue to watch Mr Kang, who is about to no longer be Kim Taehyung’s secretary, as he takes an anti-wrinkle cream jar. That’s when Jimin finally loses it, bursting out in laughter despite Nayeon and Taehyung’s disapproving glances, and having even to lean on his arm so as not to fall off the chair he’s sitting in.
“It’s not funny— God, you too?” Noticing the other man is trying to hold his laugh too, she starts cackling up. “You better send for him now.”
“Will you fire him?” Jimin asks, finally calming down.
Taehyung fiddles with the edge of his glass of water, thinking. “I’ll have to, I can’t let Mr Kang stay… Besides, if it leaks out, we’ll get into some real trouble. I’ll hit HR up to see what we can do. Nayeon, could you do that for me? We have a meeting now.”
“Sure,” she murmurs. “Won’t you two eat something, though? It’s past lunchtime.”
‘We’ll have a bite later’, they say, knowing perfectly well they’ll just snap the most nutritionally poor piece of food out there and a can of soda. But it’s not her problem, so Nayeon gets up, fetches her things, and says goodbye. Of course, she’s curious to see how those two will manage Mr Kang turning out to be a shoplifter, but she’s even more eager to see how on earth Kim Taehyung finds a secretary in time before his father finds out.
“So…” Jimin walks up to the glass cabinet and stares into the family pictures. “Have you thought about how you’ll replace Kang before Father comes back from Japan?”
At his words, Taehyung only groans and collapses onto the desk, whining like a little boy; of course he hasn’t! He has no idea how to find a replacement in such a short time, and Mr Kang isn’t even fired yet. But he hopes Nayeon will help with that.
“Why don’t you let her deal with it? It’s her job, after all.”
Taehyung sighs. “You know I like to hire my staff personally… It’s best in the long term.”
He stares at his brother in silence, worn out by his constant storm of negatives and dodging answers. Then Jimin looks out the tall windows, to the vast view of Seoul’s morning ruckus. Everything looks so tiny from there, like they’re not even real, just toys pushing around.
“Come on, let’s eat out somewhere nice.” He turns around and grabs his jacket, grinning down at the weeping man. “My treat!”
With a giggle, although still concerned, Taehyung does the same and follows him.
Honestly, there had always been something odd about Kang. He was a hardworking man, sensible and loyal, so it wasn’t exactly a thing about his behaviour or the way he would socialise with his peers. No, actually, Taehyung never thought of him as unhinged, quite the contrary – Mr Kang had always been far too restrained. Of course, one’s flaws always have to leak out from somewhere. Pity that, for him, it would be by shoplifting.
Oh, the world is a weird place.
Mr Kang raises from his chair and bows to him as the two of them walk out of the office, and Taehyung tries to act as normal as possible. Can’t let him suspect a thing, can he?
They walk down the busy hall until they reach the lifts.
“My question is,” Jimin says as soon as the door closes, “where the fuck did you get the video from?”
“Namjoon sent it to me, it’s one of their shops in Itaewon,” he murmurs, scrolling down his phone. There’s an endless list of appointments scheduled for his day, even if the day already feels long enough.
Hey, Tae! he had sent. My secretary saw this video the other day, and I asked her to send it to me. Doesn’t he look like Mr Kang? Luckily, he got a hold of that video before it was too late, it hasn’t leaked out to the public yet. If his team plays their cards right, it never will, and he’ll tell his father and the rest of the board that Mr Kang handed in his notice.
It takes them barely fifteen minutes to arrive at the covered tent, following the delicious smell of food. Seeing that it’s pretty much empty, they take a seat and greet the vendor.
“Don’t get too obsessed about it, Nayeon will sort it out,” Jimin says and thanks to the man when he hands out their drinks. “Now, we should focus on finding you a replacement. I’m sure Mrs Kim will help you, and she won’t tell Father.”
“Can you tell Kang to cancel my meeting with Mrs Han on your way back? I’ll drop by at Delta Tower to talk to Namjoon-hyung,” he humbles, eyes fixed on his soda.
“Sure. I’ll look into it too.”
They’re served the food not long after, and Taehyung is ready to dig in while Jimin keeps scrolling down his phone, laughing at some silly tweet, probably. The street is silent except for the drizzling coming from the trunk, so it’s the perfect moment to sulk and wonder why he’s so unlucky.
Something shakes his arm out of a sudden. “Come on, don’t be so defeatist!” Jimin chirps. “You’re acting so weird, it’s not the end of the world!”
“I’m just tired…”
They stare into each other’s eyes for a second, and Taehyung bursts out in laughter, or tears, it’s not clear whether he’s laughing or crying. Both, probably. But he sobs on the metal counter for a bit while Jimin pats his back.
“Why does this have to happen to me?” he whines. “It’s not fair!”
“Life’s not fair, Tae.”
He’ll need the biggest self-care session ever when he gets home; hot chocolate, a bubble bath, his comfy pyjamas, and his favourite TV show ever to shut down and get over this awful morning. Hopefully, talking to his cousin will bring some light to it, and at least that way it’ll look like he’s tried to do something to fix it if his father ever finds out. Which he probably will when Mr Kang leaves.
“Wanna go for a game tomorrow morning? It’ll cheer you up,” Jimin says, rubbing his hand up and down his brother’s back.
Taehyung doesn’t sit up. “I don’t know…”
“Come on! Just the two of us, and we could go out for lunch later. Maybe some Italian?”
What if they run into their father at the country club? – it wouldn’t be a surprise to find that Mr Kim decided to go for a game of golf right after landing before even dropping by his house. No, it’s too much risk. Taehyung doesn’t want to fight him yet.
“Um, we’ll see, but I can’t promise you anything,” he replies quietly. “I wish I could just chug down a bottle of soju and go off— but it’d be weird to be drunk at the office.”
“Only when you’re the only one drunk, actually,” Jimin says with a laugh.
Taehyung rolls his eyes but giggles anyways, finding him way too amusing, as always. Honestly, he can always count on Jimin’s bluntness, as shocking as it might come off as sometimes. But he’s sincere, and he appreciates that. They’ve known each other their whole life, that’s true, they’re brothers – but still, it’s good to know that Jimin will always give him a piece of honesty even when his other siblings won’t dare.
His phone buzzes on the counter.
[Wednesday, 2:12 PM] Namjoon-hyung: I’ve got a minute to spare now if you wanna talk.
[Wednesday, 2:12 PM] Namjoon-hyung: come to my office.
“God, look at the time,” Taehyung blurts out.
They’re both practically done with the food, so he rushes to pay and grabs his jacket, promising Jimin he will head back to the office as soon as he’s done talking with Namjoon.
The ride to Delta Tower takes only ten minutes. Taehyung steps out of the cab – with the bitter regret of not having brought his driver with him – and walks into the tall, almost endless building; his friend and senior, Kim Namjoon, has been managing the operations of Delta Enterprises for a few years already, and he’s relatively close to Mr Jeon, the chairman. A mysterious, hardworking, strict man. Taehyung has seen him and his family only once, at a fundraising party – and he was six years old.
As he walks into the vast entrance hall, one of the receptionists recognises him and lets him go through the gates. Then he presses the button and waits for the lift.
His phone vibrates again. Jimin is already talking to the H&R department.
With a ding, the lift doors open, and Taehyung steps in, pressing the floor immediately. Just as they’re closing again, however, he notices a figure running his way, a woman carrying a heavy plastic bag and wearing stiletto heels. As quickly as he can, Taehyung puts his hand in between, and the doors stop before opening again.
You sneak into the lift with a tired sigh.
“Thank you for that,” you let out, still breathing heavily. “I’m in quite a hurry, so I appreciate it.”
“No need.”
He can’t help checking you out; although a bit dishevelled, you look smart, but there’s no identification hanging from your neck, so you can’t be an employee. The bag between your arms is filled with self-care snacks and soju, which isn’t exactly suitable for work.
Also, it could be the new fashion, of course, but why are you wearing sunglasses and a mask indoors?
Honestly, you’re a bit weird.
“Anything wrong, sir?” you ask with a harsh tone, arching an eyebrow. He must have stared for too long. “Can I help you with anything?”
Taehyung looks away. “Uh, which floor are you going to?”
“Ah, yes, sorry— the 39th, top floor,” you let out, a bit embarrassed, but still adamant.
That’s Mr Jeon’s office. Who are you? However, he doesn’t have the time to ask nor wonder because the ding sounds again, and it’s his turn to step out of the lift. Namjoon’s office is a bunch of floors below your destination.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye…”
Maybe he stared at you with a blank face? It’s got him into trouble before, it wouldn’t be the first time. Or perhaps it was because he’s a man. Of course, it surely can’t be comfortable to be trapped in a lift with a man you don’t know and be stared at in silence. God, he was so inconsiderate and rude.
“Oh, good afternoon, Mr Kim.”
“Good afternoon— ah, Jungkookie!” A young man in an elegant suit passing by stops in his tracks when Taehyung speaks up, peeling his eyes off a bunch of papers. “Were you going to see Namjoon-hyung? – see you later, Mrs Lee – because I wanted to talk to him too,” he continues as he lowers his voice.
Jungkook nods as they walk down the corridor. “Yeah, he told me. Sounds ridiculous, hyung! I mean, I’ve seen people get fired for bullying, stealing money, but shoplifting—?” The two of them keep quiet when they pass by an employee, greeting her. “Shoplifting skincare products? Like, do you not pay him or what? Well, whatever, it’s just— it’s just ridiculous.”
“You tell me,” he replies with a whine.
When they reach the door to Namjoon’s office, Taehyung knocks gently until he hears a soft ‘come in’. Namjoon has his back turned to the two of them, keeping himself busy by watering his little bonsai.
“Ah! You got here pretty fast, I thought you’d take longer. Go on, take a seat. Jungkook-ah, are those the reports from the finance department?”
“Yes – I looked through them, everything looks normal,” he murmurs. Normally, Jungkook would be dying to go back to his office and keep playing whatever silly videogame he’s found. However, this time he wants to stay and feed on the gossip, but he has to be invited first. “Do you want to double check them too, hyung?”
Namjoon frowns for a second. “Don’t call me hyung at work, it discredits you.”
“It’s just us, don’t worry,” Taehyung says then with a sly grin. “But Jungkookie can stay if he wants, he already knows about Mr Kang – it just can’t get out of this room.”
It takes Jungkook just a second to let out a squelch of happiness and drag a chair towards the desk before he takes a seat.
You’re staring into the lift door with a blank faze, still thinking about the stranger’s obnoxious staring – really, do people have no manners anymore or are you just too old-fashioned? Anyway, it’s your day off, and it’s pretty hard already not to keep checking your phone in case the office was sieged by zombies or your assistant turned out to be a prosecuted defaulter.
With a ding, the door opens in front of you. You sigh, secure the bag between your arms, and step out.
The hall connects with Mr Jeon’s office by an elegant corridor. You see your reflection walking past the long mirror, and you have to admit, you do look a bit suspicious wearing sunglasses and a mask.
Maybe that hot stranger wasn’t too off-track.
That’s when the muffled sound of Mr Jeon’s screaming voice comes to you. He sounds not pissed off – rageful. You love the man, you really do, he’s known you since you were a little kid— but God, what a temper. And it runs in the family.
“— a spoiled, ungrateful, entitled child who knows absolutely nothing about accountability!”
As you reach the end of the corridor, you walk up to the desk of Mr Jeon’s secretary with a grimace she mimics.
“From one to ten, how bad is it?”
The woman sighs. “He’s more disappointed than mad, but Miss Miyeon is with him right now.” She then looks down at the plastic bag and lets out a soft chuckle when she notices what’s inside. “Did she ask you to come, Ms O? Well, maybe your presence will help. I’ll keep that for you.”
“Oh, thanks, Ms Lee.” You hand her the heavy bag. “I’ll go in, then. Wish me luck.”
You take off the sunglasses and the mask before knocking on the door and opening up, no need to wait for permission. The voices go quiet as you walk into Mr Jeon’s office; they’ve both turned their heads towards the door, and you see Miyeon tearing up, her nose reddened and her cheeks puffy. His father, on the opposite, looks like he’s blushing out of pure anger, but they’re both quiet, thank God, when you greet them.
“Good afternoon, Y/N,” he mumbles.
You close the door behind your back. “Hello, Mr Jeon. I came because Miyeon called me… God, what are you two bickering about this time?”
But Miyeon shakes her head in panic. Wrong words. Oh Lord, have mercy.
“Oh, well! Perhaps a responsible adult will understand what I’m trying to get her to see,” Mr Jeon barks. “Miyeon, you just can’t keep running away from your responsibilities! Your brother is younger than you, but he took the lead when you dropped it, and I haven’t heard a word of complaint from him ever since!”
“That’s because Jungkook—!”
But her father raises his finger, and she shuts up, pouting. “You don’t get involved with the company, you don’t go on the dates your mother and I arrange for you, but you keep asking for things, and we keep giving them to you!”
Jeon Miyeon is, in a few words, a human bomb. She’s gorgeous and confident, and you would totally date her if you were into women – as if you could ever handle someone like her. With her hair dyed blonde and her bold makeup, she’s a menace to her parents, especially since she decided she wanted to be an artist and quit her job at the company. That day was probably traumatic for them.
The thing is, despite the clear differences between you and Miyeon, you’ve always got along. In a way, she completes you.
“Look at Y/N, then!” Jeez, Mr Jeon is really fishing for painful comparisons now. “She’s responsible, takes her job seriously, and most importantly – she appreciates Chairwoman O’s efforts!”
Well, actually, you pretty much wasted your childhood in college and later on working for your grandmother, but yeah. You get what he means.
Hesitantly, you raise your hand. “Not to be impertinent, but you have this conversation every two, three months. May I know what triggered it this time?” Because he sounds serious enough to figure out there must be something else this time. “Is it something—?”
“He wants me to attend a meeting tomorrow morning, but I have someone myself to see—”
“Her ‘agent’, if that even means anything,” Mr Jeon cuts her off. “So, I have to tell the board that my eldest child can’t attend because she has to talk about drawings.”
“I don’t even work for you anymore!” she groans.
“Oh, but you still live off my money,” he retorts, crossing his arms. Miyeon goes silent; she knows he’s right, but it takes time to take off in such a world. Why can’t he just be a supportive father and let her be? “I’m just asking you to give something in return since we’re… well, helping you try to make a living out of art.”
Miyeon looks away and mumbles, “You don’t even believe in me.”
With a groan, Mr Jeon walks back to his desk and sits down – or rather slumps into the chair. It’s impossible, he will never get to reason with her, it’s mission impossible. One day, perhaps, when he’s lying on his deathbed, Miyeon will apologise for not seeing it.
“Okay, I’ll give you two options.”
Both you and Miyeon look up, curious and a bit frightened. Suddenly, it feels almost as if she’s about to be offered a deal with the devil.
But if Mr Jeon is the devil, his daughter is Satan. Scary as shit. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“I will leave you alone and never ask you to get involved with the company again, except of course some social duties as family,” he says, “but you’ll have to give back all your cards. And you’ll have to start paying rent at home and share expenses, too—” Miyeon gets up from the chair out of pure shock, eyes wide open and already whining. “The other option is, I’ll get you a job outside Delta which you’ll have to keep for three, four months. If you’re able to do it, then I’ll understand you’re made of tougher stuff.”
“Dad, this is crazy, you’re crazy—” She’s literally at a loss of words, looking around the room and babbling in search of something to say. “You can’t kick me out! Besides, who would I even work for?”
“I’ll see to that, don’t worry. Now, you’re dismissed – I have to talk to Namjoon-ssi and your brother.”
Miyeon is still in shock and doesn’t listen to her father, so you thank him for his time and gently walk her out of the office. You can hear her soft whimpers of desolation; really, she does not have a stable personality. One second, she could drive over you with her confidence, and the next she’s crying like a baby because daddy cut off her money.
When you close the door, Ms Lee gets up with a pitiful smile before handing the plastic bag back to you. You sigh and take it, you know you’ll need it later.
Anyway, you put on your mask and glasses again.
The lift suddenly dings, and the doors open to reveal the sight of Miyeon’s little brother and Kim Namjoon, the company’s COO. The latter looks a bit more abashed at running into you – or rather, at running into her – but Jungkook greets you with one of his bunny smiles.
“Ah, hello, noona— noona, are you okay?” he asks with a frown. Miyeon doesn’t answer. “You look weird… Did dad say anything—?”
“Long story, Kook,” you whisper.
“Ah, okay, gotcha. Sorry.”
After some awkward seconds of silence, the two men continue their way down the corridor, and you get into the lift. You put your hand on her shoulder, and that’s when she starts sobbing, finally alone.
“It’s so unfair!” she groans. “They’re filthy rich, they can absolutely help me with my art! They just don’t want to! They think I’m shit!”
You roll your eyes and push the button. “That’s not true, they love you—”
“Wait!”
Namjoon is running back to you. He sneaks into the lift in time and pushes the button back to his floor, smiling awkwardly at you. With a soft blush, Miyeon wipes off her tears and slyly checks on the screen of her phone that her mascara isn’t smudged, making you try to fight off a smirk.
“I— I forgot my laptop at the office,” he murmurs.
Then he looks at you, but unlike the stranger from earlier, he doesn’t stare. Since you’re a CEO and all, you’ve got into trouble before for visiting Delta Tower often, even if the two families have been friends for decades. So, instead of not dropping by anymore, you decided to hide your identity. You’re not sure how the mask and the sunglasses work with the ‘not raise attention’ concept, but things have been smooth ever since, so nowadays you’re just the weird woman wearing a mask and sunglasses.
During the lift ride, Namjoon thinks of a thousand things to tell her to comfort her, but he doesn’t dare to say anything. Crushing on her boss’ daughter from the distance seems far safer.
“I, uh, get off here,” he murmurs. “I hope you have a nice day?”
“Thanks, I’ll try.”
The doors open, and Namjoon rushes out to pick up his laptop and go back to Mr Jeon’s office.
“Honestly, the working thing doesn’t sound too bad?” you say. And it’s true; just a couple of months working, and she’ll make sure her father doesn’t bug her with that anymore. “I don’t understand why you didn’t immediately accept.”
“It’s just— ugh, I can’t, I need to be somewhere else next month, so I’ll be out of town for a couple of weeks,” Miyeon replies, gritting her teeth.
You frown. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wasn’t sure I was invited until a few days ago! It’s an exposition in Busan, and my agent got me a place to display some of my stuff,” she says. If she wasn’t so devastated, she’d probably look more excited, but you can still sense her happiness even through the misery. “But my dad can’t know.”
“Why?”
“Because he’ll totally use it against me! Can’t you already see it? The more desperate I am, the more he knows he’s got the winning hand. He’s Machiavellian, you know.”
You can’t hold your chuckle. “God, if anyone could hear you—!”
“It’s true!” Miyeon whines, throwing her head back. “You wouldn’t understand, you do everything your grandmother tells you to!” She then watches your blank face in silence and says, “That was unfair, sorry. But you get what I mean.”
“Well, I was lucky enough to enjoy meeting everyone’s expectations,” you murmur.
Speaking of which, you should be back in your office now. Seokjin will be furious if you’re late to the departmental all-hands meeting. Honestly, you’d be a bit more pleased about him if he just stuck to his actual responsibilities rather than going around chastising you, but your grandmother is going too, so you guess you’ll overlook it this time. But just this time.
“I’ll see if Ms Yoo is ready with the car,” you say, handing the plastic bag to your friend. “Enjoy the snacks, and give it a thought, will you?”
Miyeon frowns but still takes it. “Yoo as in Yoo Jeongyeon?”
“Yeah, I re-hired the LAVA model as my assistant. She says driving is her new passion. And she’s pretty good, really – at least she can go over thirty without getting an anxiety attack.”
With a ding, the doors open, and some people try to step in, immediately freezing as soon as they recognise Miyeon. They all bow to their boss’ daughter and claim to wait for the next one. The same thing happens a few floors below until the lift lands on the ground floor, and you step out into the busy hall, where you’re seen off by your friend; she walks away, and you take the lift again to get to the underground car park.
“Good afternoon, boss.” The girl greets you with a soft, polite smile. “Back to the office, right?”
“What’s with this sudden good mood?” you ask with an arched eyebrow as you get into the car, rummaging through your purse to fetch your pocket mirror.
Your lipstick looks just fine. “Oh, nothing, I just got a call from my cousin. She’ll be visiting us next week.”
“Do you need some time off?”
She drives the two of you out into the street. The ride from Yeouido to Gangnam doesn’t take long, and you keep listening to her plans so that you can map the changes and new schedules in your mind. You can always ask your secretary to drive you instead since it should be hisjob.
Back to reality, you look away from the car window. “How old are your nephews?”
“Oh, my nephew is four, and my niece is just seven months old.”
You nod slowly – you know Jeongyeon’s cousin is your age, so knowing there are people your age having babies feels really weird.
“How old was she when she married?” you insist, practically trying to torture yourself. Really, can’t you keep quiet? It’s none of your business, and every relationship is a whole new world. You don’t even know if her cousin wanted to get married. “If she’s got a four-year-old, she must’ve married very young.”
“Yeah, it was six years ago—! So, I think she was, uh, maybe twenty-two?”
Five years younger than me, Jesus Christ. You know that’s still younger than average, but… it’s better if that information never gets to your grandmother. You’d never hear the end of it.
Jeongyeon chuckles. “But Ranhee got married to her high school sweetheart, so of course they married young.”
You can’t pretend that’s not a relief.
Honestly, you’ve never been against marriage. You wouldn’t mind getting married to a man you love if the situation allowed it. It’s just that, due to your position, you’ve spent your entire youth being shoved at handsome heirs and successful CEOs, going to this and that blind date without even being asked if you actually liked any of them. ‘He’s handsome!’, ‘oh, but he’s so rich’, ‘his family shits gold’ and such, but never ‘hey, Y/N, is he kind? Considerate? Funny? Cute?’. So, you will marry for love and love only – and that’s why you’re totally single.
It’s as infuriating as knowing that you’re a child-breeding, money-inheriting piece of stock for them. An economical transaction – you’ve seen it being done before, and it never ends pretty for either of the ends.
If that’s how it’ll be, then you’d rather go to bed on your own every single night.
“Great results this quarter, you guys deserve to celebrate it.” At your beckoning, Seokjin turns back towards your laptop and presses the next slide. “Now, I know we’ve started many projects lately, especially with the marketing department, so we’ll give it a round-up since we’re all here.”
You make a pause to drink some water, and everyone uses it to grab their notebooks, laptops, or whatever they’re going to use to note your words down.
The meeting goes on for half an hour. You answer their questions and doubts, lay out your plans for each department, and let Seokjin, Yuna, and Joohyun take over for the rest of it. You don’t wanna tire your people out.
“I’m sending Hobi down to the cafeteria,” you murmur, scrolling down your phone. “Anyone wants anything?”
You’re back at your office, where your closest team sits.
“I could use some coffee,” Seokjin says.
With a smile, Hoseok takes note of the orders and gets going. He likes these little trips you send him on to walk around the building, greet people, and maybe even get a break from his bigger responsibilities. You know he’s a great secretary, you just had to learn to work with his personality.
“Is this a respectable company” – startled, you turn around to see an elegant old woman with her arms crossed – “or a fashion show?”
You smile, relieved. “Oh, you know I only hire hot people,” you say then with a chuckle.
Your grandmother walks into the room, nodding at them as a greeting, and Seokjin rises to let her sit down in front of you. It’s weird that she comes to the office to visit you personally, so there must be a reason she’s here.
“You look tired.”
Oh, not this again. “I’m doing perfectly fine… Is everything all right, Granny?”
“Of course,” she says, fumbling with her purse, “why shouldn’t it?” But you arch an eyebrow, and the woman sighs. “I’m entertaining the Jeons and the Kims to dinner tomorrow night, and it would be very nice if you could join us. Your cousins are coming too, Seokjin-ssi.”
“Joonie?”
“And your uncle’s eldest, Taehyung-ssi,” she says.
Apologetically, Jin groans. “Oh, I think my mother told you, but I have a trip to Gwacheon in the morning, and I certainly can’t miss it.”
Mrs O lingers her eyes on him – her draconian, steel-like eyes – until Seokjin almost starts to sweat, but she decides to be merciful and spares him, looking away. Now you are her victim.
Fortunately, Hobi walks in with two coffees in his hands, smiling after getting over the surprise of seeing your grandmother here.
“Ah, Chairwoman O!” he says. “Good afternoon. What brings you here, madam?”
“My neglecting grandchild, as you can see.”
You thank him quietly as he hands you your coffee, and Hoseok strikes again, “Can I bring you anything?”
However, the woman gets up solemnly, closing her eyes and sighing softly. She does know how to make you feel guilty. Then, she nods at the bunch of you again and beckons her secretary to let him know that she’s leaving already.
“I will let them know you can’t make it,” she murmurs, “again.”
You never go to these things, of course. Why would you? No, the question is, why would your grandmother invite to dinner opulent families with unmarried sons? Isn’t that a bit suspicious? Of course, you understand her concerns about having an unmarried granddaughter of your age, but she has to accept that you won’t be guilt-tripped into marriage, let alone get with a guy who’s just got some old money and a mother-crafted personality to answer for himself.
“Do you really have a trip to Gwacheon?” you ask, frowning. Well, if he did, you’d know about it.
Seokjin chuckles proudly. “For your information, I do; I have to babysit my brother’s dog while he and his wife are off to New York.”
“Lucky you!”
“Maybe you should just spare Mrs O for once and attend one of her matchmaking dinners,” Yuna says with a grin. “Who knows? You could meet someone interesting.”
Seokjin scoffs, gulping down his coffee. “If you’re talking about my cousins or Jungkookie, then Chairwoman O should spare her by letting her not come.” Joohyun frowns. “I mean, I love them, but Namjoon is totally in love with a girl from his company, Jungkook wants a torturer rather than a girlfriend, and Taehyung…”
You can’t help chuckling at his words; he’s talking so seriously, if you didn’t know him, you’d think he’s giving you a serious analysis of his family. Of course, you’re sure what he’s saying is true, but you don’t want to believe that Namjoon is in love with someone else when Miyeon is totally smitten.
Yuna looks at him. “What about Taehyung-ssi?”
Your phone buzzes on the desk, and you pick it up, completely disconnecting from the conversation.
[Wednesday, 3:36 PM] Miyeonie<3: I accepted.
[Wednesday, 3:36 PM] Miyeonie<3: what my cruel father proposed.
[Wednesday, 3:37 PM] You: WHAT
[Wednesday, 3:37 PM] You: for real?
[Wednesday, 3:38 PM] You: what is it? He won’t send you somewhere horrible, won’t he?
“Y/N!” Joohyun’s exclamation snaps you out of the chat, and you look up. “The IT department has postponed the meeting until tomorrow.”
You frown. “What? Why?”
“Wendy said they’ve found some issues with the new website, so it has to be fixed first, and then she’ll gather everyone to explain it,” she explains with a tired face. You sigh, leaning back on your chair, and she looks around. “I knew it’d make trouble, but we live in a modern world, I guess.”
“We sure do.”
[Wednesday, 3:43 PM] Miyeonie<3: I’ll use a fake name and work as a secretary at Kim International. Not as bad as I thought it’d be, honestly, but it still ruins my plans for the exhibition.
[Wednesday, 3:43 PM] Miyeonie<3:
“Send for Wendy then, I want a full report on what happened,” you mumble as you check your phone again.
[Wednesday, 3:47 PM] You: you could always refuse and find another job.
[Wednesday, 3:47 PM] You: but then what’d be the point?
[Wednesday, 3:48 PM] Miyeonie<3: exactly
“Good evening, Mrs Ji.”
Taehyung walks into the large entrance hall, where the housekeeper takes his coat and sees him to the dining room. His parents and siblings are already sitting at the table, and their eyes get fixed on him as he walks into the smart room.
“You’re late,” his father says, still beckoning him to sit down.
“I got caught up with work,” he murmurs in response, a blank stare on his face. Taehyung then sits down and puts the napkin on his lap. “How was Japan?”
Mrs Kim rushes to intervene. “Let’s not talk about work while we’re eating, shall we?”
“Yes, you’re right, sorry.”
His mother smiles sweetly and serves him some of the food displayed on the table. Meanwhile, the conversation, fortunately, moves to not so stressing topics, such as the weather or his younger brother’s upcoming tests. Dinner at the family house is never any fun, so he guesses this will do for now.
Jimin is not here, he never comes over when Mr Kim is home.
“So, how are your violin lessons going, Eunbin? You could give us a little demonstration after we’ve gone through,” she says with a pleasing smile, gently wiping her mouth with the napkin.
With the background noise of his family’s conversation, Taehyung realises he doesn’t know whether he should join them or munch his food silently. If he doesn’t talk, his father will suspect there’s something wrong. But if he does, and he overdoes it, Mr Kim will notice something is going on with him.
So, he’s pretty much fucked up.
“So, Taehyung” – his father doesn’t even look up from his plate as he calls his name – “your mother said that you’ll be having dinner with Mrs O from Jungsim Enterprises. And Namjoon will be there. Is her granddaughter coming too?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung murmurs.
Mrs Kim laughs, sipping her wine. “Probably not, O Y/N never comes to these things.”
“Then what’s the point?”
He can’t help but sigh and mutter a weak ‘I couldn’t refuse’. Mr Kim then insists that it’s pretty unpolite from Chairwoman O to invite a bunch of unmarried men to her house when you’re not even going to be there, but it also means that it’s a chance to get in the old lady’s good books if he ever needed to. Of course, Taehyung barely remembers your face, so it’s pretty much pointless.
“In that case,” his father continues, “you should let your mother set you up on a date.”
She nods gladly. “Chairman Jeon’s daughter is pretty and smart, and I believe she’s your age,” Mrs Kim continues, now a bit discouraged by her son’s blank face. “Why don’t you try and get to know her?”
Ah, yes, Jeon Miyeon. Not only an heiress-turned-broke artist, but she’s also the love of Namjoon’s life since his twenty-year-old ass landed on Mr Jeon’s office. Huh-uh, no, he’s got better things to do. And judging by the way she came out of his office weeping along with that weird, rude woman with the mask and sunglasses plus expensive stilettos combination, Miss Jeon isn’t on the best terms with daddy, and that’s a thing Taehyung doesn’t want to mess with – he’s got enough daddy issues at home.
“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend? He plays the guitar in a band,” his sister chips in. “Or that’s what I heard.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”
Mr Kim looks at them. “Of course it’s not; Jeon would only accept as a son-in-law a man capable of inheriting the company, something Mrs O has forgotten since she thinks any decent man would accept O Y/N without expecting to take on.”
Now, O Y/N… You’re a completely different story. Heiress to the Jungsim Group and CEO of Jungsim Tech Enterprises, you’ve got pretty much anything a woman would want. The fact that you repel any sort of romantic interactions is a good argument to prove it, even if your grandmother insists on setting you up.
Taehyung chuckles. He’s sure none of the guys who claim the strength necessary to be your husband could even handle dating you.
“Do you think what I’m saying is funny, Taehyung?” his father asks with a stern tone.
“Not at all, sir,” he murmurs with a poorly concealed smirk. “I was just wondering… if Miss O would even want a man who asked her to step out. It’s the company of her family, after all, isn’t it?”
But her father doesn’t frown or show any display of annoyance at his teasing words. Instead, Mr Kim smiles, smoothly cutting the steak with his cutlery knife.
“Exactly. If Chairwoman O says she’ll have to marry if she wants to inherit, then the choice is already made, is it not?
And Taehyung knows those words are directed to him too, even more than to you. If he wants to keep his status and power, he must marry. Maybe not now, but at some point; staying away from relationships and burying his heart in work probably won’t please his father for much longer.
“It is, sir.”
By the time you get out of the lift and walk into your flat, you’re totally dead. Exhausted, tired, knackered, whatever – what a long, long day, for God’s sake.
“Jesus Christ—!”
You almost drop your purse, the sight of Miyeon sitting on your couch in silence totally scaring the shit out of you. The TV is playing in the background. With a deep breath, you leave your heels anywhere and walk up to her with a frown.
“What are you doing here—? Are you drunk?” you ask then, grabbing an empty bottle of apple-flavoured soju. “Is this because of your dad?”
Miyeon suddenly lets out a sob. “He totally hates me, Y/N!”
“No, he doesn’t.”
Sighing again, you take a seat next to her.
“But he does,” she mumbles, sniffling. “That’s why he’s trying to ruin my dreams all the time. He’s been so… impossible to deal with since mom divorced him! Honestly, he had it coming. Fucking asshole.” You pat her back, and Miyeon rests her head on your shoulder. “And I made a fool of myself in front of Namjoon-ssi today.”
“No, you didn’t,” you say in an attempt to comfort her. She probably did.
“How do you know?”
“Because he’s a cool guy, and cool guys don’t judge people for showing their feelings,” you insist and grab the other bottle of soju. “Isn’t that why you like him? Apart from his humongous tits—”
“Shut up!” she groans, stifling a laugh.
The two of you stay silent, clinging to each other. Your fingers stroke her hair in circular patterns as you stare into the nothingness of your living room, wondering what you could do to help her. You could take her in, but your grandmother will be furious if she ever finds out you’re ‘promoting idleness and the neglect of young people’s responsibilities’. In Chairwoman O’s language, that means you’d be helping her find herself – and God forbid someone does that in your world
“I still want to go,” Miyeon mumbles, “to Busan.”
It’s a big deal, a great chance to prove herself in front of influential people, so you do feel sorry for her. If only there was something you could do, you’d do it immediately.
“I know, I just had an idea!”
Oh, that sounds terribly bad. “What idea? Nothing crazy, I hope?”
“No…! Remember the other day, when you said your grandmother wanted you to take a few days off since you were so stressed?”
“I’mnot stressed, I just have a lot of work to do and not enough time,” you grunt, gulping down the soju. It tastes sweet and fruity, and you chug it down like you’re drinking water. “I’m not stressed.”
“You already said that— well, whatever, I came up with a plan, and I want you to listen carefully.”
With a confused face, you sit back up and leave the bottle on the coffee table. You also reach your arm to grab the remote and turn the TV off, suddenly noticing it was loud as shit – what on earth has your looney friend come up with this time? You arescared.
Miyeon turns to you and grabs your hands. “So, you remember that time I travelled with you to Hong Kong? I had to pose as your marketing director because you’d fired her, but Mrs O couldn’t find out…” You arch an eyebrow at her, although you’re pretty sure you know what she’s going to ask you. “I need you to pose as me!”
You’re so puzzled at her proposition that you can only stare at her in silence, eyes wide open. You feel weird all over, like time has stopped.
“What?”
“It’ll be just two months!” she keeps on squeaking, grabbing the fabric of your blouse like a huffing child. “I’ll do anything, please! I’ll let you give out my phone number to creepy guys! Please, please, please—!”
“No way,” you state. “I have a job, a responsibility! I can’t just… ‘disappear’ for two months!”
But Miyeon keeps sobbing. “You’re my last chance, Y/N, please!”
“It can’t be,” you let out, gently pushing her away so that she can look at you. “I’ll look for any other way to help you” – even if the whole deal looks pretty ugly for her – “I promise, but I can’t just go around Kim International pretending to be someone else. What if someone recognises me? What if Mr Jeon finds out? It’ll only make things worse.”
“Worse than this?” she scoffs. “That’s pretty much impossible.”
“You know your father, he’s Machiavellian.”
Miyeon stares at your half-hearted grin and sighs, looking away. She’s too drunk to even cry and beg for your help. Her heart is a rock of ice.
“I see…”
“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to help you; it just is fucking crazy,” you insist.
“Yeah, I totally understand,” she murmurs, still not meeting your eyes. “The last thing I want is to put you in a difficult situation. Ah, it was really crazy,” Miyeon says then with a weak chuckle. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be… I’ll go get you a glass of water.”
“Thanks.”
You get up and head to the kitchen; your housekeeper left everything incredibly tidy before she left for the day, but you still struggle to find the glasses and end up pouring some warm water in a wine glass, too tired to even try it a second time.
“You’ll see how everything looks better in the morning—”
At the sound of Miyeon’s voice, you stop before walking into the large living room; she’s not talking to you, or she wouldn’t sound so formal. She’s also answering questions you can’t hear so, peeking out from the door, you find out she’s on her phone, talking meekly to someone and holding back a rebellious tear.
“I can’t make it,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry, madam, I really am… And I’m thankful for the chance you were willing to— I-I know, I just—”
Stepping back, you cross your arms and lean back against the wall, listening to her pitiful apology. You take a sip from the glass and sigh, eyes glued to your weak reflection on the water.
Miyeon noisily hangs up and buries her face between her hands.
“I was thinking,” you say in a calm tone as you walk in, pretending to have heard nothing – “here’s your water— I was thinking that… uh, okay, I’ll do it. If it’s that important for you, then I think it’s worth a try.”
After blinking a few times, totally shocked, she lets out a shriek of happiness, more similar to a seal’s than a human, and pounces you for a tight, tight hug that practically knocks the air out of your lungs. Miyeon rubs her cheek against yours in gratitude, thanking you with tears in her eyes and a runny nose while her arms keep you plastered against her heated body. You try to fight it off, but she’s too strong – she’s always been. So, you accept your fate and let Miyeon hug you.
There’s no going back now. Let the mission: undercover begin.
Ugh.
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Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his.
Teaser Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: yandere, toxic behavior, obsession, stalking, nonconsensual pornography, phone sex, masturbation, use of stolen panties?
Taehyung had just stepped out of the shower when his phone rang. He groaned and trudged over to answer it, his eyebrows raising along with the corner of his lip when he saw your name flash across the screen. Ever since he’d come to your rescue that night at your apartment, you’d been contacting him more, wanting to be around him more. You’d visit his desk more often, coming up with questions you already knew the answer to, creating problems and asking him for help because IT takes way too long.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Tae. What are you up to?”
“Just got out of the shower, so I’m about to get dressed. You?”
You paused, the mental image of him in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, hanging low and exposing his v-line, droplets of water slowly dripping down his tanned skin… you swallowed.
You, your boyfriend, and a mad expensive tie he bought for no apparent reason. Or: Taehyung’s fondness for being called puppy is not as innocent as you thought.
Word count: 7k
Warnings:puppy play, porn, adult stuff but as in annoying co-workers.
# sub!tae, dom!reader, established relationship, masturbation, mommy kink, puppy play, mild brat taming, body worshipping, praising and degrading kink, chocking (? with a leash, pegging, anal fingering, hand job, hair pulling, prostate milking-ish, tae is a good boy but also a little shit.
Your favourite thing in the world was the mornings when you didn’t have to work. You’d wake up early – to have a shower before your boyfriend used every single drop of hot water – then you’d make yourself a nice cup of coffee, admire the views of the skyscrapers around your apartment, and revel in the joy that was being awake in the chilly beginning of the day.
“Honey,” you heard from behind you, “did we run out of milk?”
“There’s more on the top shelf.”
Taehyung sighed, moving to check again, and you took another sip of your coffee without turning to look at him.
“Ah, yeah, found it,” he claimed. Suddenly you felt him behind you, lips kissing your forehead gently, making you smile. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep well? You should sleep in when you don’t have to go to your office.”
You turned to him and pulled him down for a deeper kiss on the lips, eyes locked. “I like waking up early. I get to say goodbye.”
Taehyung was relishing the moment when you noticed something different around his neck. It was silky to the touch, deep green. The tie slithered around his neck like a snake, hugging the right places.
Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!taehyung
Word Count:1.6k
Summary: Taehyung comes back home from being on tour to find you asleep with his hoodie in your arms.
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Your eyes danced along the screen as they followed the boy on the video’s every movement. Every step he took, every move he made, it all entranced you so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. There was a loving smile on your face that only grew with every melodic word your boyfriend sang. Sometimes, whenever he looked directly at the camera, you felt that he was looking at you and singing those sweet words to you. And all of it only made you miss him more.
Ever since your boyfriend Taehyung left with his group for their international tour, you’ve been feeling really lonely. On days he didn’t have practice, he would always sleep over at your apartment and spend as much time with you as he could. When he did have practice, he’d go straight to your place after, no matter how exhausted he was. You loved his company more than anything, and now that he was gone, you had to settle for watching him dance and sing on your laptop screen. You mentally thanked everyone who uploaded fancams of him.
Of course, you and Taehyung facetimed almost daily. He always called you before you went to sleep, and the two of you would talk about each other’s day. You knew it wasn’t the same as being with him, but you still loved hearing his voice before you slept. The only thing you were looking forward to was seeing him again, and when you did, you were never going to let go.
So as you watched a fancam of him at one of his most recent concerts in America, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You just wished he were here right now, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms. A few tears escaped past your eyelids before you could try to push them down, a sob following soon after.
The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your thoughts, your hands reaching up to wipe your tears as you looked down at the caller ID. Taehyung was facetiming you. You quickly cleared your throat and wiped whatever remaining tears you had before answering the call.
“Hey, beautiful,” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speakers of your phone, finally being able to see the boxy smile you missed so much as his face came into view.
“Hey Tae,” As soon as you spoke, the boxy smile that was once on his face turned down into a frown while he moved his eye closer to the camera on his phone. Once he heard the lack of enthusiasm and the slight crack in your voice, he knew you’d been crying before he called you.
“What’s wrong?” You could never hide your emotions from him, he always knew when you were upset. But that’s what you loved about him, that as soon as he picked up on your change in emotion, his first instinct was to comfort you.
You shrugged, putting on your best smile for him. The last thing you wanted was to make Taehyung worry while he was on tour. “I’m okay Tae, I just miss you.”
Taehyung’s eyes softened. Although he loved performing for his fans, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in bed with you. He couldn’t wait to be back in your arms after being away from you for so long. But that’s what kept him going while on stage, the thought of each passing day being one day closer to coming home to you.
“I miss you too, baby. I promise I’ll be home soon.” But what you didn’t know was that soon would be sooner than you thought. Anyway, his voice and his words soothed you enough to stop you from crying any further. You simply reminded yourself that Taehyung would be coming home soon, and that you two would finally be together before you knew it.
You spent another half hour talking to him about the concert he had that day, and you told him about the recent k-drama you started watching. He promised you that when he got home, he’d watch it with you. But of course, you wouldn’t believe his words until he pinky promised you.
After the call ended, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d been fighting sleep in order to have the chance to talk to Taehyung today, and now that you did, you could finally go to sleep peacefully. You reached over to grab the hoodie Taehyung gave you that was laying on your desk chair, hugging it to your chest as you tucked yourself under your covers. Soon, you fell asleep breathing in Taehyung’s scent.
Meanwhile, Taehyung, who was exhausted and excited at the same time, thanked his driver as the car pulled up in front of the familiar building. He had asked his driver to take him to your apartment an hour after he and the boys got back to the dorm, which was where he called you from. But you didn’t know he was back a week early from touring, and he wanted to keep it that way so he could surprise you.
The boy made his way into your building, stopping to briefly say hi to the doorman, who was already used to Taehyung just walking into the building. He knew that whenever the idol was here, he was there to see you, so he just let him up without hesitation. Taehyung was thankful for that.
The elevator took a good ten seconds to take him up to your floor, and he was standing in front of your door in no time. Putting in the door code you entrusted him with, he walked in expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching your k-drama, but all he saw was all of the lights turned off. Taehyung thought quickly and used his phone’s flashlight to find his way up to your room, which was only illuminated by the light shining from your bedside lamp. Then he saw you, and his heart immediately swelled. Light snores filled the room as you slept, your arms hugging the hoodie he gave you.
As quietly as he could, he walked into the room and towards the bed. He tried his best not to move you as he climbed into bed with you, making sure to take a picture of you sleeping with his hoodie before he did so. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist while leaning over to look at you, his head dipping down to press his lips onto your cheek. But this action caused you to wake up from your sleep, confused as to who was kissing you while you were sleeping.
Taehyung looked down at you with loving eyes as he watched you wake up fully, your eyes widening when you turned your body to see your boyfriend in person.
“Tae,” You breathed out, your body losing its tiredness once you laid eyes on the person you’d been missing the most. He smiled widely when you turned around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.
His deep chuckle filled your ears, the sound being so much more different in person than from your laptop’s speakers. You couldn’t believe he was here right now, when you thought he was overseas for the next week.
“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you hugged the other close, your arms holding onto him tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.
“Is this real? Are you really you?” You couldn’t help but think this was all just a dream, some imagined reality stemming from your longing to see your boyfriend again. But the feeling of his hands slowly stroking your back confirmed that this was, in fact, real.
“Yes, love. I’m really here.” Taehyung thought the way you clung onto him was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The hug lasted another moment before you pulled away enough to look at his face, your hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks.
You took a moment to study his features, your thumb lightly brushing over his one double eyelid, the mole under his right eye, the one on his nose, all the way down to his bottom lip. One thing you absolutely adored about him was his uneven eyelids, his left one being a double eyelid while his right one was monolid. Taehyung felt insecure about it sometimes, complaining to you how he thought it was weird that his eyes weren’t symmetrical. But you reassured him that it was your favorite part about him, along with the boxy smile you loved so much. He was so beautiful to you.
Taehyung was lost in your eyes as he felt your touch along his face, highlighting all of your favorite features on him. With every touch, his body filled with this intense feeling of euphoria, one he always felt when the two of you were having intimate moments like this. He was so in love with you that it hurt.
The ends of your lips turned up into a soft smile, your eyes meeting his dark ones. Your foreheads rested against each other for a single moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow, but filled with so much longing, so much passion, so much love. Through that kiss, you could feel all of the love he had for you, and how much he missed you while he was away. He could taste your dried tears on the corners of your mouth, his heart hurting while knowing that you were crying because he wasn’t there to be with you. But he made it up to you with this moment, this single kiss. With this kiss, he promised you that he would never leave you again.
With this kiss, you both knew that you were each other’s everything.
