BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep
Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.
Smut under the cut
Namjoon
It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
Mouth ajar with a little drool
You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
“Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him
Seokjin
The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
Wants to do everything with you and for you
Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
An extra layer of intimacy you could share
Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
Jin was still asleep
Some wet dream being lived out in real time
You roll so he is on his back
Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
“What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing
Yoongi
You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
He’d worked through the night again
Fast asleep his mixing desk
You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
“Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.
Hoseok
Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
Until you moaned his name
He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
Gonna come for me without even knowing
So wet for me
You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
You are
He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
He thrusts the digit shallowly
Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
Every noise you make his music to his ears
He keeps his eyes on your face
Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are
Jimin
You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
“Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
He was blonde when he left this morning
“Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
Two fingers scissor inside you
You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
The orgasm shudders through you
Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
“My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon
Taehyung
He woke so needy and desperate
In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content
Jungkook
It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
“I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
“But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
“OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
“Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
It was now or never
He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
The longer it goes on the braver he gets
Pinching your clit
Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
He slotted himself between your legs
Lapping hungrily at the juices
Diving his tongue in when he needed more
He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
Two fingers in
Sucking desperately at your clit
He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.
Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)
Namjoon
He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults
Seokjin
You find out while he is on tour
There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
But you know it’ll be worth it
He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.
Yoongi
You are out shopping with your little boy
Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.
Hoseok
It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
This wasn’t even that weird
You laughed
It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
Except spray cheese is disgusting
You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.
Jimin
You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.
Taehyung
The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
This time feels different though
Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
It was early on and you needed to be sure
The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
“Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
Nope! Six weeks and very bloated
Jungkook
Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
They did several tests
Each positive
You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
You cut the trip short
But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday
I don’t know what this is honestly… @stealth-liberal and I were having a conversation about the fact that pineapples don’t actually make anything sweeter and now I’ve written this.
Maknae line x reader - Jungkook centric
Warnings: Male!Oral
It was quiet in the dorm…. Too quiet.
The elder members had all left for the day on a variety of different projects, leaving you and the maknae line behind. All morning you’d done nothing but laze around on Hobi’s bed where he’d left you, more than a little sore after last night. You were just thinking about taking another nap when you heard them. Giggling… or more gurgling? You almost didn’t investigate. Nothing good ever comes from their giggles, especially when the hyungs aren’t around.
Curiosity got the better of you though. You hauled yourself out of the comfortable nest you’d made in Hoseok’s bed and cracked the door a little to see if you were going to be caught in a crossfire. Finding no projectiles, you forged onward. No boys to be found in the living room, and the laughter definitely hadn’t been coming from their rooms. The only place left was the kitchen
Just as you’re about to open the door you hear Jimin talking.
“I think we can fit more in those bunny cheeks of his Tae… don’t you?”
“I don’t know Chim, he looks a little… full.” You open the door tentatively, not sure you wanted to know how they’d decided to torture your baby today. The sight that greets you is not one you expect. You weren’t really sure what you expected but not this. Three pairs of wide eyes turn to face you, Jimin and Taehyung stepping in front of Jungkook to try to hide their latest experiment. They seemed to have forgotten he was taller than them.
“Why have you stuffed him full of pineapple?” It looked like they’d been trying the chubby bunny challenge, subbing the marshmallows with tropical fruit. You cross your arms, trying to look at least a little bit intimidating. None of them tried to answer you. Jungkook’s face was turning red from the strain they’d put on his cheeks. “Kookie spit that out.” His eyes widen impossibly wider as he shakes his head no.
“Good boy.” Jimin praises him.
“Seriously tell me what you’re doing, or I will call Joon” you threaten.
“Yeah? What do you think he is going to do about it?” Jimin challenges.
“Fine… I’ll call Yoongi.”
“We just wanted to know if it was true.” Tae finally answers you. You throw him a quizzical look, not quite catching his train of thought. “You know, the pineapple and cum thing?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly unable to meet your gaze for a moment. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
“And to do that, you decided that the best course of action was to stuff Jungkook’s mouth full?” You ask reaching forward and pushing his cheeks together just a little. A dribble of pineapple juice trails from the corner of his lips and you can’t resit the urge to scoop it onto your finger and taste it. “Don’t you think it would work better if he’d just eaten the fruit?”
“Well that’s part of the experiment. He eats it like that, Tae eats it normally, and I drink a load of juice.”
“Right of course, logical.” You shake your head. “And how are you going to test this theory?”
“We are going to blow one another.” Taehyung states, like it’s obvious.
“But won’t you all taste of pineapple? And how would you know who tasted the most pineappley?” They all deflate a little when you point out the flaw in their master plan. “Perhaps you just need an impartial judge?” You don’t give them time to process what you’re saying. Instead dropping to your knees and pulling the waistband of Jungkook’s sweats with you.
You fist the base of his cock, pumping carefully before leaning in to lick along his slit. He moans a little before choking on the pineapple still in his mouth. Jimin graciously pulls a plate off the counter for him to spit the half-chewed fruit on to, but his eyes don’t leave you. All three of them just staring at you. Once he is fruit free, you take him fully into your mouth. A string of curses leaves his lips as you reach the base, swallowing a few times before pulling back.
One hand reaches towards his balls, fondling them gently as your mouth slips back down his length. You gag a little as his hips jolt forward to meet you, and apparently that’s all it takes. Jungkook cums in you mouth, you draw back to make sure some of it gets on you tongue, displaying it for them before gulping it down and standing back up.
He reaches for your hair, but the others stop him. They hold his hands to his side, preventing him from obscuring their view. You look up and watch him squirm in their hold, desperate to take a little control, make you go deeper. You giggle around his cock, the vibrations making him whine and tense. It never takes long to get Jungkook riled up, not like this.
“Hum…. Doesn’t taste any different to me” you say, swiping your fingers at the corners of your mouth before sucking them clean. Each of their eyes followed the movement. “Maybe we will have to try when it’s been in your system a little longer. You give them each one last look over, chuckling at the obvious bulges straining against Jimin and Tae’s pants, before sauntering back off in the direction of Hobi’s room.
It takes each of them a moment to unfreeze.
“Y/N WAIT!” You hear, followed by three sets of feet thundering to reach you first.
A collection of soft scenarios with each of the BTS boys
Namjoon:
Imagine spending the day in a botanical garden somewhere. The day is overcast, but still warm. You’ve gotten to wear your favourite sundress or shorts for the first time in ages. Namjoon walks just a little ahead of you excitedly talking you through plants he recognises. He spent a while researching the plants he’d find just to impress you. Anything he doesn’t know he reads on the little plaques. He spends a little longer lingering around flowers that look like they are about to bloom just in the hopes of seeing the buds unfurl.
You’ve packed a picnic for the two of you to enjoy. Little cakes and sandwiches, homemade lemonade, and a couple packets of crisp all wrapped neatly inside of a blanket so you don’t have to perch on itchy damp grass. You eat quickly and lie back to admire the sky above you, clouds shifting just enough to allow little slivers of blue to peak through. One arm rests behind his head, the other curled behind you as you lay on his chest.
A perfect moment interrupted by one of the gardens loose peacocks getting a little too curious. The bird kept inching closer the longer you lay and eventually you had to move in order to keep your distance. Joon rolls up the blanket and puts it away into a bag before taking your hand to continue your tour. The afternoon carries on much the same as this morning, except this time Namjoon holds you close as you admire the array of flora. As you leave through the gift shop, he can’t help but pick up a new exotic plant as a challenge for himself, as well as a ‘paint your own pot’ kit for the two of you to complete together later.
Jin:
Imagine attending a cocktail making class. He gets mockingly jealous as you watch the attractive host a little too closely for his liking. He jokes about it for the rest of the evening, feigning hurt feelings. Each drink the two of you make comes with varying degrees of success, but regardless of aesthetic execution they taste delicious.
You get tipsier with each cocktail you are taught 6 drinks in total, but anyone watching would’ve thought you’d doubled it. You descend into maddened laughter at each pun and innuendo Jin throws your way, much to the chagrin of the other guests, who seem to have avoided tasting all of their drinks, saving them for the end. However the two of you decided they were all just being boring.
As the class comes to an end you are offered the opportunity to buy the recipe book and all of the ingredients used. Jin does so with no hesitation with the intent to replicate the fun you’ve had somewhere a little more private…
Yoongi:
Imagine visiting the 'That That’ set and getting to make fun of him with Psy. Watching him go from a producer role to co-star. Giggling with Psy as you two suggest more and more ridiculous cowboy options for Yoongi to wear.
Yoongi giggling every take so they have to shoot multiple times. You not helping the situation when your laughter becomes the loudest amongst the crowd.
Him taking off his cowboy hat and giving it to you in between filming so he can claim you as his. He makes sure you get to keep that hat when they wrap because you’ve become so attached to it.
Hoseok:
Imagine the most chilled out evening of your life. Both of you in sweats and oversized jumpers on opposite ends of the sofa. Your legs outstretched, he sits on your feet to keep them warm. A bowl of snacks rest on your legs for you both to be able to reach.
He sets up a series you had been wanting to watch together but had never found the time before now. You’ve set aside the whole night just to binge watch your way through as much as possible. When the snacks run out, Hobi moves the bowl and slides down in to your lap instead. You remain stretched across the sofa but he has wiggled into the space between the back and your legs creating a nook for himself.
A cold hand snakes under your sweater and lays innocently on your bare stomach as the two of you continue to watch TV for the rest of the night, falling asleep at some point midway through.
Jimin:
Imagine going to pick Jimin up from a dance practice. He is working on a solo piece for the new album, similar to serendipity but it’s a faster piece. Still his movements are just as fluid, he doesn’t miss a beat as he follows the rhythm across the room, too caught up to notice that you’ve come in yet. All of the boys move well, but there is a liquid quality that is uniquely Jimin’s, a quality that shines when he gets to put all of his energy into his own piece.
He eventually catches your eye in the mirror with a look that suggests he know you were there. Still his effort somehow increases, each move crisper, smoother. He crosses the studio to you and takes your hands leading you clumsily through an unprepared partner performance to a beat you’ve only heard through headphones until now. It’s hard to focus on his body and his voice despite how badly you want to be truly absorbed by both.
He laughs as you stumble, catching you every time your feet fail to keep up with him. He twirls you around long after the song finishes, filling the silence by humming new melodies. The boys from TXT eventually shuffle in sheepishly to claim the space they rented and you and Jimin bow deeply in apology. He takes your hand and leads you from the room.
Taehyung:
Imagine going to paint a pot. You both choose animal shaped money boxes. The idea to create something to save for your future together, even if its more symbolic than practical with the amount of money he makes. You give yours an ethereal garden theme, tiny flowers and vines wrapping around fur patterns in varying shades of green. Taehyung goes a little more abstract.
He paints in primary colours only. The fox he chose is covered in blue and yellow tiger stripes over a fire red base. Something that by all means should be ugly, looks like a masterpiece in his hands.
Each figurine take pride of place in his home, on the shelf next to the TV where everyone can see his most treasured possessions.
Jungkook:
Imagine attending a trampoline park. Watching Jungkook attempt more and more impressive flips from high platforms into foam pits, only to have to help him escape the foamy clutches when he gets stuck from diving too deep.
The two of you would compete to see who could jump the highest, who can do the best flip off the wall, who could do the most swivels. Any game he and you can come up with is played until your calves ache from the effort. Until he plucks you from the air, pushing you into a foam pit.
You can barely avoid him as he tries to jump in top of you, pouting as he realises you moved. Spending time trying to catch your breathes by lying back in the pit and watching the other couples and kids bounce past for a little while.
i was tagged by @ahundredtimesover thank you so much for this, i rarely ever look back at my works or think about them, but this gave me an opportunity to appreciate the work i’ve put into them <3
it was the first ever fic ive written in completion, it has its flaws but writing it made me feel free. writing about two people falling in love (with a few cliché’s here and there) really made me wonder about what love truly is, i still don’t have the answer but i’m gonna write till i understand it. blossom is my first baby and it will always be special to me.
when i started writing this, i felt stuck, i didn’t know what i wanted to do with the story but even if it took time, even if it drove me crazy sometimes, i love this fic a lot. it was really worth all the all-nighters for me.
this was hard to write, i never wrote about such negative emotions before and i never really made any of my characters look bad but i tried it for the first time in this, and this fic is probably my most perfect one, at least to me. it’s easily the favourite fic i’ve written so far.
help i couldnt pick one T_T because both of these are my most emotion-packed fics and they really made me sad just writing them. these two are heartbreaking and as sadistic as it sounds, it was cathartic to write about the pain of loving.
this two-part fic challenged me as a writer, it was the first request i ever got and i never thought of hybrid fics and frankly, i still don’t quite get them but upon request, i did my research i put my all into writing this demon!jk fic and i am proud of myself for not backing just cause it was different to what i wrote.
this was very lovely for me, i don’t think i realized how much love and care i held for my fics until today so again thank you @ahundredtimesover i hope you continue to enjoy my work <3
introducing my next series surrounding the bangtan boys and the various kinds of love that exist in the world. for an emotion so complex, it’s only right to explore it as much as you can and give your own meaning to it. i hope to find my meaning for love through writing these and express them through colours i know, i hope you do too <3
p.s. all the stories can be read individually and do not have a specified date of publishing, below are linked my main masterlist and very first universe, happy reading :D
summary: when jimin got the role of black swan in the biggest act of the industry, he didn’t expect himself to embrace a similar kind of obsession and actually turn into one at the end of it.
tears i cry - k.sj. (coming soon!)
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on this day - k.nj. (coming soon!)
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ashes we leave behind - j.jk. (coming soon!)
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maybe we’ll bloom today - m.yg. (coming soon!)
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is it that hard? - j.hs. (coming soon!)
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what i see, what you see - k.th. (coming soon!)
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all of this is fiction and i am not trying to portray how bangtan are in real life, these are my characters with their names and faces but there is no relation to how they actually are.
when you first met taehyung, you didn’t imagine how far you guys would come along, sure you liked him from how your friends described him and how he presented himself to the masses, but to come to a point where a day wouldn’t go by without you missing him even as he sat beside you, was beyond you.
you almost felt ridiculous for cuddling up even more to him just at the thought of him being gone for work the next day making him chuckle and gently pat your head. the tv played some old 80’s movie that taehyung loved and served as ambient music which was both romantic and full of yearning. just like the two of you sat in front of it.
“what’s got you like this?” he gestured to your arms that looked close to suffocating his torso but you didn’t weaken your grip, only burying your head in his chest even more.
“you’ll be gone all day tomorrow” you softly whined, your voice coming out muffled and just clear enough for taehyung to hear and he let out a sigh at your words. it was going to be so hard to go to work tomorrow, how could he possibly say goodbye to you for a whole 24 hours after you do and say the things you do?
“i promise i’ll make it up to you, we can go to dinner at that diner you like this weekend” taehyung offered, hoping that would lift your spirit up a little and you nodded happily, any time with him was perfect for you.
“deal” you whispered and before taehyung could ask you about which movie you wanted to start next, he heard your slow, even breaths fill the silence and he simply let a fond smile grace his face, as he shut the tv off and devoted his entire attention to watch you sleep. not in a creepy way, in more of a ‘you’re so fucking cute, i would die for you’ way.
and it was in that moment, your arms never losing their tight grip on him, your nose twitching ever so often in your sleep and your legs wrapped around his, taehyung decided that he was helplessly in love with you and that conclusion only solidified for him when he reached to kiss your forehead, he still felt his body erupt in tingles, these tingles that he gets whenever he’s with you haven’t died since the day, he’s met you.
taehyung was in love. and he wanted to shout it from any building in the world.
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you kicked the blanket around your feet as you tossed and turned to avoid the sunlight burning your eyes awake, and with one final groan, you pushed yourself up to lay on your elbows as you cursed everything about the day when its barely begun. you saw taehyung’s side of the bed empty and sighed, you remembered how warm he felt last night, and how his voice put you right to sleep, your cheeks warmed as your mind travelled to how he promised you his weekend just so you wouldn’t be sad and your heart did a good old flip as you continued to think about him.
you heard yeontan yapping at your feet, waiting for you to give him all your attention and love, you gave the cheery dog a soft smile before scooping him up in your arms and letting him lick all over your face while you giggled and tilted your head away from his sloppy kisses, once he finally calmed down, you just buried your face into his fur and realized yeontan only reminded you more about taehyung.
this was going to be a long day without him.
you could feel your stomach drop a little at the sad realization and you deemed it so unfair that you couldn’t spend every minute of your life with hi-
wait a minute.
it hasn’t even been 8 hours since you last saw him so why were you acting like his funeral was tomorrow? why did you miss him so much when you were literally in his arms not too long ago?
your head snapped up as you caught yourself thinking that as your legs flung over the side of the bed, your eyes widened at your own thoughts. any and all romance draining out of your body, as familiar dread and paranoia took its place.
where was all this coming from?
the last time you felt like this, was in grade school, when you still wore a little skirt and tie, and sat at the bleachers as you watched your then-boyfriend with flushed cheeks and giddy eyes, play basketball, he would always take the ball, give you a cocky smirk and say, ‘this one’s for you’, only for the ball to always fall to the side instead of into the hoop. you would just give him an awkward smile and slow applause, maybe you should’ve taken that missed shot as a sign that your relationship would end in disaster.
because all the while you adored and gave him heart eyes, he would smile right at your face, only to send a wink and smirk to someone else over your shoulder.
and now, after all these years, you gave those same lovesick eyes to taehyung. and you could feel your palms getting sweaty just at the thought of your relationship ending the same way.
of course, you knew better, you’ve come a long way since school, done a lot of growing up, and now, you were confident in yourself and you were almost completely sure that taehyung never did that. almost.
but how much did you see? maybe you missed it at some point. you let out a loud groan and fell back on the bed with hair everywhere on your face.
fuck, you were royally screwed.
it wasn’t even noon and your mind was hell bent to make this your worst day.
how could you think of taehyung like this? sweet, kind taehyung, who’s giving you his weekend, taehyung who always kisses you on the forehead at night when he thinks you’re sleeping, taehyung who defended mint chocolate with an adorable pout on his face, taehyung who cooed and played with every baby he saw, taehyung who knew everything about you, the good and the ugly, and still stayed, and most importantly, taehyung who loved you.
he loved you, it was no secret. boy was as whipped as they come, and anyone with two eyes could see it and he didn’t have to say it to you for you to know, you just knew that he loved you, he trusted you enough to introduce you to his dog and that was a very big deal to him (you quote, ‘it’s like you’re meeting my parents’).
and that scared you, because holy shit, this man is ready to give you the world but would you ever be able to carry everything he gives you? were you ready to admit to yourself that you would give him twice the world he gives you because that’s how precious he is to you?
you aren’t ready.
and you don’t think you ever will be.
maybe you should’ve gone to therapy for your commitment and trust issues when you were still in university because you definitely regretted flipping the finger to your kind on-campus counsellor now (she was actually very condescending and forced you to talk about your problems instead of easing into it like a good counsellor would so fuck her but you were still on that train of hating yourself, weren’t you?). it was almost like you never thought your issues would come back to bite you in the ass.
whatever, you can push this under the rug like you always have. it should be fine, it’s the way you have always dealt with, push it under the rug or run away from it.
and you know how ridiculous your thoughts are right now, you couldn’t possibly run away from taehyung, because here you were, all dressed up in a baby blue dress with your hands occupied in three large bags of takeout food for the hardworking boys in the practice room in front of you. and yes, you also know how pathetic it is to be so scared of being in love with this man and then coming right back to him because what if he missed his lunch? (you just wanted to see his face and no, you couldn’t go an entire day without him).
you sheepishly poked your head in and saw all of them scattered around the room, their heads snapping towards the now open door and you quickly looked for your man in the crowd, only to find him already looking at you with surprise evident in his eyes and a confused but lovely broad grin on his face as he happily skipped to you, pulling you in and closing the door behind you, almost immediately enveloping you in a warm hug.
“what are you doing here?” he happily sighed into the crook of your neck, and you could feel your heart stutter a little at the clear joy in his tone. you pulled away from him to lift the bags in your hands up.
“thought that you could use some food” you tilted your head to look at everyone else, giving them a shy smile and bow, taehyung looking at you with those eyes that he seemed to always look at you these days.
those lovesick eyes.
“fuck i love you” he chuckled slightly, grabbing the bags from your hands and walking away to set them on a table, not noticing how wide your eyes have gotten or the panic in your face as he said it.
he finally said the words you’ve been both dreading and longing to hear, and in such a casual way, you knew he just said it in a playful way for all the food you brought in but that didn’t mean your heart didn’t drop to your ass when you heard them. you snapped out of your trance when your ears caught them call you in a chorus, ushering you over to them.
“everything okay?” he whispered just low enough for you to hear, making sure that it didn’t catch anyone else’s attention. and as much as you wanted to fall on him and tell him everything your mind was putting you through, you gave him a tight smile and nodded your head.
you quietly walked up to them and only spoke when you were spoken to, a little too lost in yourself, looking to the side when taehyung nudged your elbow a little. you were never this silent, you were always bubbling with things to say or you made some dry jokes about your own suffering that had the whole room laughing, but right now, you just weren’t you. and that worried him.
“of course, i am always okay” you let out a nervous chuckle slip past your lips as you said it, cursing yourself for the slight break in your tone.
you weren’t okay.
you weren’t okay at all.
and taehyung knew that.
you could tell he wasn’t convinced at all with your answer so you just sighed and decided to come clean.
“we will talk about this later, okay? it isn’t anything bad, but it isn’t necessarily good either” you rambled silently, and taehyung, though unconvinced and worried sick now, nodded in agreement, giving you a side hug and kiss to your temple making your heart wrench in place even more.
“you know i love you, right? and that you can tell me anything?” you knew.
that was the problem.
you fucking knew he loved you and you didn’t know how to handle that.
but until your inevitable discussion later, you just leaned in for a kiss on his cheek making his cheeks flush and hurt a little at the almost immediate smile that grew on his face.
“aw look at them being all cute” jimin cooed from where he stood, clearly not having noticed the prior tense environment around the two of you.
“i’m telling you, it’s the honeymoon phase. they’ll be at each other’s throats soon” jungkook snickered harmlessly, as the others argued that you both have been in this honeymoon phase since forever now and it didn’t seem to go away anytime soon. and you turned red as they all continued to tease the two of you, making lighthearted jokes at how whipped you were and you didn’t have it in you to laugh like you usually would.
with jungkook and everyone else around you, people who you have become so comfortable with, it was all too overwhelming, you fit in so well, almost too well and that was one more thing for you to worry about.
when did you start feeling so at home with all of these people?
and why did spending lunch with them feel so normal all of a sudden?
you usually had lunch at your workplace with your friends, and you wouldn’t say you enjoyed it very much, because most of the time, you all were too exhausted to hold fun conversations, so it was all a very monotonous routine. but now, with taehyung and rest of them, you could feel bubbling energy every second you spent with them and it just felt so perfect.
but did it feel that way for them? or were you just intruding on their normal routine?
after a silent excuse to leave to work early and way too quick of a goodbye, you left with an even heavier mind than the one you spent all morning with. and even if you thought you were being subtle, your sour mood caught the attention of everyone in the room who were more concerned than you thought they would be.
“are you ready to tell me what’s going on with you?” taehyung walked in your apartment to see you slumped on the sofa, eyes teary with your focus on the tv which played somber ending music to a show (you weren’t crying because of the show, you were crying because oh my fucking god did you hate being you at that very moment, you were wallowing in self pity and with thoughts that you’ll die alone and loveless with around 20 cats, you even placed an order for catnip and bed impulsively for a cat you didn’t even own). you were doing great, clearly.
you couldn’t delay this conversation anymore without hurting either of you two even more.
“huh?” you sniffed, turning to see him pulling his coat off while keeping his narrowed and concerned eyes on you, you have never heard that tone on taehyung or seen him so agitated in a while.
at least both of them were never directed at you.
he dropped down next to you on the sofa, pulling the large bag of chips from your arms and setting it aside before looking right at you, refusing to break eye contact, leaving you to be the one to break it off with a sigh.
“i’m going to need you to listen to me without saying anything for the next 10 minutes because this is really hard for me to talk about, and i am not even sure what my actual problem is, i just don’t feel okay and i think i’m going to explode any second” you rambled, clearing your throat awkwardly at the end and crossing your arms across your chest like you were trying to protect yourself from your own words.
taehyung had never you seen this vulnerable, with your red-rimmed eyes, quivering lips and a loose sweater hanging off your shoulders, refusing to look at him, instead focusing on the socks adorning his feet and voice coming out in quiet gasps and whispers that he could barely hear.
you looked so fragile, so close to breaking to him. and that broke him too.
“whatever it is, we will figure it out together” he softly let out, forcing your arms out of the hold it had over your chest and tenderly grasping onto your hands, it made you feel exposed, even more vulnerable than you already were.
“i told you to be quiet” you choked out in a groan, tears pricking your eyes and he immediately cooed, rubbing the back of your hands and assuring that you now have the complete room to yourself.
“you know how things are going so well for us? like we spend at least 5 days in a week together and we’ve introduced each other to our friends and we’ve spoken briefly to each other’s parents too?”
“yeah, we’re obsessed with each other god.”
“taehyung?”
“yeah?”
“shut up.”
“okay” he chuckled and gestured for you to continue, making you smile a little too.
“i just feel like everything is going so well, and i feel so happy, so comfortable, i feel like i’m at a place in my life that i’ve been running towards my whole life but now that i’m actually here, i feel…scared?” taehyung raised an eyebrow at the end of your sentence, but not questioning anything because you continued your worried rant.
“it’s like, everything about you and your life has fit in so perfectly with mine, even with your busy schedule and my pain-in-the-ass work hours, we somehow make it work but i’m scared that it will all just go away at some point and i’ll be back at square one. i’ve never felt like this before, i love you, a lot and i love everything about us, i’m so happy with how we are, i just need reassurance that we will stay like this for as long as we can be, that’s all” you let out a deep breathe you didn’t know you were holding and looked at him nervously, chewing your bottom lip and you were sure that you bit it too hard. your heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was going to escape the cage of your chest.
“first off, stop biting your lip like that, you’re going to split it open and second, i love you too and third, is that it? you’re scared that we won’t last?” taehyung looked at you in disbelief that you would even think that you could get rid of him as his hands tightened around your own.
“and that you will leave me for someone else” you sighed out, figuring that it was best to just lay it all out there while you’re at it. taehyung just looked down and shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“you really don’t have a clue of how in love i am with you, do you?” you slowly shook your head at his rhetorical question.
“well, i guess i have to remind you. you have nothing to worry about when it comes to us, okay? whatever we are, and whatever we will become, i promise to try my best to always make it work for us, because just like you said, i love us and i love you. and if you don’t know what to do, we can figure it out together, i haven’t been in many relationships either, at least not meaningful ones so i have no clue but together, we can do anything, yeah?” he waited for your nod which came shortly after his words, you didn’t even realize you were crying until taehyung reached up to rub your tears away gently with his thumb, all while holding a soft smile to you.
“i love you, okay? and i am not going anywhere, i don’t want to be anywhere else so next time you feel like this, don’t suffer alone, come to me and we can either cry together or i can kiss your tears away, whichever works for you, though i would prefer the k-“ he was cut short when you literally threw your body on top of his, he immediately broke into a small giggle, reaching to wrap his arms around you too.
“i think you liked the kisses idea” he lightly teased making you laugh and mumble a low ‘shut up’ into his hoodie.
“do you promise? that we’ll try till we can’t?” you leaned back with glassy eyes and he smiled, nodding his answer.
“i promise, now you shut up and come back here” he pulled you back so that you would fall with your head nestled into his neck again.
“oh, one thing” he spoke up again and you let him continue.
“can you bring us lunch more often? because they all seem to love you more than they love me” he pouted a little, recounting how everyone rushed to ask him if everything was okay with you after practice was over and you smiled a little, feeling a little stupid for worrying so much about intruding on them.
“of course, as long as i get to see you” you jokingly blew him a kiss to which he reacted with an equally dramatic reaction, clutching his chest and scrunching his eyes shut, acting like he got shot and falling off the couch, the silence being filled with your loud laughs.
and that is how you end all your nights with him, filled with joy, and filled to the brim, with love.
turns out you didn’t need therapy after all.
but what were you going to do with all that catnip now?
✦characters:taehyung x reader ✦genre/words:[m for language] angst. break up. accusation. jealousy. dancing. slut-shaming. | 1.4k ✦summary:you’ve been a dancer your whole life. taehyung knew that. he’s been your friend for 7 years and it’s only been 6 months since you’ve started considering you could develop into an actual relationship since you confessed your feelings to each other. things have been strong and solid so far. perfect even. but does the fact that jungkook is your ex bother him? particularly that your relationship was primarily sexual? he said I’m not so sure he is entirely okay with it and here’s why… ✦disclaimer:edit by me.
You’re in your element. Dancing the same routine with the same dance partner you’ve had for the last three years. You always swore that if he wasn’t gay, you would have jumped on that a verylong time ago. But alas, he doesn’t remotely swing your way at all; not even on drunken nights or trips. Such a shame. Although you don’t think that way anymore, your relationship has been strictly platonic and have respected each other’s boundaries. Luckily, he’s an incredible dancer and the only one that can usually keep up with you. So for those particularly raunchy songs, he’s your go-to dance partner and he never turns down the opportunity. No one ever turns down the top dancer at the studio - you.
In the room with about ten other dancers observing you, the beat deepens, making your moves more and more erotic and passionate. It is as if you’re taking each other’s sexual energy out on another in the most platonic way as dancers do. Every once in a while you throw a smile to each other just to reassure the other person that they’re okay and the boundaries are still intact. Suddenly, you feel a presence in the room. It instantly makes you feel alert and on-edge. When you break your concentration, you turn your gaze towards the door and find a very furious Taehyung. In a matter of seconds, your heart quickens and you feel goosebumps across your skin. It’s not in a way of guilt or being caught but the way he is looking at you makes so undeniably submissive in that moment.
Min-hyuk quickly picks up on your vibe and comes to a slowing pace. He too feels no threat in the actions that just took place but can easily recognize an alpha male when in its presence.
“Stop,” Taehyung says with harshness in his tone. The look in your eyes goes from innocent to irritated the moment you hear the words.
“Why,” you spat back. Taehyung looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind. He walks up to you with a purpose. Jungkook, Jimin, Hobi and Namjoon follow not too close behind. They look embarrassed. Jimin’s face is red as he remains closest to Tae as if to keep him calm. You see him speaking to Tae as they walk towards you; a classic Jimin move when he has to tame the beast that Tae can be when he’s upset. He’s never been upset towards you, but after being friends for so many years, you’ve certainly seen it towards others.
“Why? W-wh-,” he scoffs in disbelief. You notice now how red his face is as he looks up and runs his fingers through his hair. He licks his lips when he looks back at you but with a much more serious look on his face.
“I’ve always respected that you were a dancer. You’re talented and mesmerizing. Truly. But…this? Whatever this is? How could you disrespect me like that?” By now, Min-hyuk had stepped away from you but maintained a close distance out of protection. He’s never seen this side of Tae before so he can’t really predict what he may do.
You look at Tae in confusion, you look around the room at your friends that are now staring at the scene, and back at Tae.
“First of all, I have no idea what you’re talking about and second, could we talk in private? This display is disrespectful to everyone else in this room,” you say in a hush but stern voice. Taehyung stands taller and looks at Min-hyuk.
“I need you to step away from her please,” he says overlooking you. Min-hyuk smirks and is about to say something but you interject.
“You do not speak to him like that. What is the matter with you, Tae? Talk to me.” This time, you’re trying to rationalize with him.
“No, why don’t you talk to me? Do you always dance like that with him? What about other male dancers? Oh sorry, I guess any dancer doesn’t matter.” Now you scoff with an undertone of insanity. Now you’re smiling wide and have to compose yourself for a moment. Did he seriously just attack your sexuality? Everything makes sense now. He’s jealous.
“Yes I do always dance like that with him, Taehyung, sometimes. He is my dance partner. His name is Han Min-hyuk. You remember him, right? You’ve met several times before. Enjoyed bbq and soju on several occasions, even in my own apartment. What the hell, Tae?” Now you’re pissed.
“Something always felt off about you two and now I know why. It’s different with him. I can see it and I know everyone else can. It’s tooclose. It’s intimate. What am I supposed to think?” Jimin now steps in with a panicked look on his face that he quickly masks with a smile.
“A-ah come on. Noona always dances well,” he says with a bright smile and pats Taehyung’s chest as he stands by his side, “Taehyung-ah, you’ve seen me dance like that with girls before. It’s just how dancers are. It’s just movement. Let’s just leave it be and go, yeah?” But neither of you pay attention to him. You can sense something bad is about to happen and try to assert your dominance in your gaze.
“It is intimate and close, Taehyung. How else are two people supposed to dance together,” you say calmly but your tone is cold as ice.
“By practically having sex in front of everyone?!” Taehyung’s voice is sharp and deep with a harsh volume. It pierces through you like a stinging blade.
“Taehyung,” Namjoon warns assertively.
“That’s enough. Apologize to her and let’s go,” Hobi chimes as he tries to brush it off.
“No, it’s okay. Let him say what he wants to say,” you say without breaking eye contact with Tae with a devilish smirk on your face. You dare take a step close to him. So much was said in this advance towards him. You were testing him and by remaining as he stood, he accepted this challenge. There was a darkness in him and for once, you did not feel afraid as you have with others. It’s the darkness that you don’t see in people that scares you the most. Being faced head on with something so unknowing, made you want to welcome it with the intent of resolve.
“Is that how you really feel, Tae? Because I thought above all, our relationship was built on trust. I’m not that type of person. You should know that by now.” At first your words start soft to gently remind him but they soon become desperate as you start to realize that he doesn’t fully trust you. After all this time, you thought he trusted you considering everything. But…
“Trust you? Trust you? How can I trust you? You’re the one who whored around with Jungkook for over a year until you got bored and moved onto me. Can’t exactly say I’d be surprised if it happened to me too.”
“Kim Taehyung!” Jimin scolded quickly in disbelief. You stood there as if your soul left your body. You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You always suspected that he felt this way deep down. For once, you hoped that this would be it - the man you would settle down with because you knew that he was truly the one you had loved all this time. The man you thought could never love you and that you would never be good enough but made you feel like you were the most incredible person in the world. And within seconds, he shattered that vision.
No one words uttered from your mouth. All you could do was brush Min-hyuk off of you as he had stepped in closer at Tae’s words. The protection in his movement was nothing more than brotherly. You held your hand up to stop him quietly. A few seconds of pause went by.
“Awesome…” You say with a scoff the word as you walk past Taehyung with a knowing smile of disgust. He doesn’t deserve your words and you say that clearly in that moment with such a single word. No words could fix what he just said. Even an apology wouldn’t get very far to you right now. Especially after everything, for Jungkook admitting to engaging the relationship with you and intentionally not wanting to turn into more. Knowing you wanted more but he strung you along like you were just a toy. And for Taehyung to say something like that, you knew he meant that truly deep down.
His friends all looked at the scene with their jaws dropped. They couldn’t believe he crossed the line. Meanwhile, you walk out the door knowing it was coming.
6 months later…
Not a day had gone by that Taehyung didn’t regret that moment. He played it over and over in his head. He knew his quick angered tendencies would get the best of him. He knew he would sabotage the only relationship that truly meant anything to him. As much as he didn’t truly mean those words, the only girl that made his heart sing had frozen to ice and has yet to give a single reply.
He reached for your name in his contacts for the umpteenth time just to hear…
— bruised knees from climbing trees, each summer was spent the same. now eight years of nothing have passed and they’re back where they started, forced to navigate through all the heartbreak that comes with seeing each other again in order to make a great summer for their friends.
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— bruised knees from climbing trees, each summer was spent the same. now eight years of nothing have passed and they’re back where they started, forced to navigate through all the heartbreak that comes with seeing each other again in order to make a great summer for their friends.
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Summary:Things were off. At home, you stare at your phone, the time is close to three a.m. The apps circulate as you swipe your thumb, squinting at the smaller font. A page loads, you exit it before the images manifest. Things are weird, they have been for the past few days.
Warnings/Tags: RATED T; for hurt/comfort; angst; references to -burnout, exhaustion, stress, self-doubt/self-worth; tender kisses, late night drives, and leisurely strolls in Hangang Park; references to Free Love (HONNE) and Nothing (Bruno Major) because those songs fit them so well ah; fluff and a happy ending; - idol!AU - established relationship.
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I wasn’t sure if I should post this so I left it for while and then I finally had the opportunity to finish it. I figured that there are those of you who may enjoy it nonetheless.
There are themes surrounding self-doubt, exhaustion, and pessimism in the way of processing one’s emotions, so if you’re not in the mood to read about those sorts of things, that’s okay too, we’re all living in very strange times…
The last thing I wanted to say is that wherever you are and whatever situation you’re in, I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself
At home, you stare at your phone, the time is close to three a.m. The apps circulate as you swipe your thumb, squinting at the smaller font. A page loads, you exit it before the images manifest. Things are weird, they have been for the past few days.
Under layers of blankets, you try to burrow even further, ending up cramped in a curled up position. Your mind is racing while your body screams for the silence that sleep brings, nothing awaits you in the morning apart from an extended period of leave. Blinking is harder when your eyelids are heavy.
It’s nothing new.
You’ve always been good at recalibrating, at not leaving it too long before you crash.
Bottom line is that it’s hard to achieve some kind of balance between work and life, like you’re spinning plates on the small surface of your palms. It’s silly, it shouldn’t be like this. Others have had more success and fared better with a good night’s sleep and iron-clad boundaries. You’ve seen your colleagues do it like it’s second nature to them.
Hey, sorry I’m gonna have to turn you down on your offer to go out. I’m so exhausted from everything that’s going on.
There must have been something different with you, like you have a need to prove yourself. It nags, this feeling of wanting to give your the totality of yourself to everything at once. After those instances of intensity come the eventual consequence of trying to be in all places at once. The exhaustion, a candle snuffed out.
It’s just… hard to say no.
So you do it. You push and push until you nearly come apart at the seams. You say yes to everything, you ignore the plea of your body to slow down. Abruptly, you pull back.
It gets bad but that didn’t use to matter because you were alone.
The apartment becomes this nest where you work through it. That’s why you reserve your vacation times in a lengthy, exhaustive blocks. In that month, the routine slips a little as you come back to yourself in pieces, remembering what it was like before entering a state of flow. You spend days in bed in bouts of silence as your mind goes into overdrive. Much like how you are now.
The cycle just has to finish, you remind yourself.
That was fine because friends knew how it was, Yoongi left you alone because you always came back. It happens and they understand.
But then there was Taehyung. The one who has, till date, only seen the best version of yourself. You wanted to preserve that, as ludicrous as it was to admit. He came home from America exactly a week and a half ago and you haven’t seen him again because you just couldn’t.
The guilt gnaws.
Should I even be taking this time for myself? I should be meeting people in my free time, I should see my boyfriend.
Two months ago, Taehyung caught you at a bad time. It was hectic everywhere: first, everyone’s birthday seemed to be happening all at once, then work deadlines were hurtling towards the unmanageable, and finally (despairingly more like) he was going to leave for America for longer than you were prepared to accept. You snapped at him when he was trying to show you something, a new artist he discovered while listening to music. He didn’t even obscure your laptop that much. Quickly, you blamed it on getting cabin-fever as working from home wasn’t your usual style. He apologised, which didn’t rest easy on your conscience.
It got awkward after that. The excuse you told him wasn’t even believable but he didn’t press you. I have an early start tomorrow, better to stay at mine so I don’t get stuck in traffic. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say. All you remember was how his eyes dulled in their shine when you turned down his offer for a movie night at his.
You don’t realise that you had drifted off, fixating at an imaginary point in the ceiling until your phone vibrates once, twice, then a third time. You fling some blankets off, reaching for it by the empty space next to you.
Taehyung [03:11]:
Are you awake?
If you are, go to sleep!
Zzzzz…
Ah.
Taehyung had a sense about these things. He knew when you were off, even if he hasn’t really seen the state of you or taken note of how you’re curled up, evaded by a feeling that you can’t put a name to. Renewed for a moment, you begin to tap your reply.
You [03:13]:
I should be the one telling you that
Any reason why YOU’RE up?
Taehyung [03:14]:
Thinking about you, mostly
You [03:15]:
Flirt
Taehyung [03:15]:
You love it tho
(You really do).
Taehyung [03:16]:
Also
I’m downstairs
Nearly tripping, you go to your window even though your apartment is too high to really see anyone below. Your phone buzzes again.
Taehyung [03:17]:
And I’m frezing
Freezing
Shoving the comfiest sweats on and doubling up on your socks, you hop, skip, then jump out into the hallway.
Taehyung [03:18]:
Just kidding. In my car and the heating is on blast
You resort to typing in shorthand as you lace up your shoes, then slot your arms through your jacket sleeves. You also laugh at his use of emojis, finding his choices endearing. The last thing is your mask as you close the door softly.
You [03:19]:
Wdym ur downstairs?! Where?
The elevator dings, the doors stacking into each other as you step in, punching the arrow pointing down. It’s so worn that the symbol is barely visible.
Taehyung [03:19]:
Basement - B9.
Nerves get replaced by something else, giddiness? Whatever it was, it felt like butterflies were crowding your stomach, no longer tired but excited to see him. Soon enough, the doors open. You step out, shivering at the drop in temperature and veer into the right. Ugly green paint was the aesthetic of the basement parking, you see the snout of Taehyung’s colossal SUV jutting out, its headlights dazzling the entire space.
Taehyung opens the door before you could even try.
And there he was, a vision even in the dim interior. Tortoise shell glasses, a messy mop of dark hair, black shirt peeking in between the layers of brown shearling he’s wearing, his mask stretched under his chin. Before you speak, even before you smileat each other, he drapes a wooly scarf over your neck, trapping your hair with it.
“Knew you’d forget a scarf.”
You slide in, the grainy leather is heated on the back of your thighs. You smell his scent through the knitted material. The dash is lit up, the medium sized screen showed that he was cycling through his playlist.
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
He licks his lips, reaching to you and guiding your head towards his using his hand. He plants a soft kiss by your temple, driving out of the parking bay with an expert twirl of the wheel.
“Missed you too much.”
The speakers play an upbeat song.
Are the simple things enough?
I got to give you all my love
Free love
Oh free love
After, he goes on checking the mirror, trying (and failing) to appear suave. Pink tinges the tips of his ears, you allow yourself to laugh, automatically twining your fingers through his as he pulls out of the parking lot.
Imagine a place where we can be free
There’s no one for miles, it’s just you and me
“Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”
His reply is a kiss to the back of your hand. In the frame of the window, Seoul is a blur of neon streaks.
We might have kids
Maybe three
“You know me.”
But twins would be cool
That would do it for me
As the engine revs, you hide your grin in the grey of his scarf.
-
Hangang park was deserted and not a single person was in sight. The waves of the river ripple like scales on a fish. You underestimated how cold it was, your body taking its time to adjust as you shive. Suddenly, Taehyung had taken to sling his arm around you. His jacket is cavernous, depleting next to you in an awkward ruche.
“Wait, what if someone -”
He tugs you close, ever the rebel. For someone who hates being visible in public, or anywhere unfamiliar without security ring-fencing him and the others, Taehyung sure was bold.
“I don’t care.”
(He really meant it).
Relenting, you walk in comfortable silence, the pad of your soles on the paved path are muffled while the breeze sings its quiet lullaby. The weight of him on you is grounding. Ahead, Seoul glitters, its buildings with its blinking windows and lights that flank the highways. Not to far off was Banpo bridge lit up in ochre.
“People kiss here, you know. We should do that.”
Taehyung’s voice is clear, so you look up and see his mask bunched up by his chin.
“Taehyung, your mask,” you chided, securing your own up your nose bridge.
“No one’s around! Look!” He said, waving at the trees, at the rail that angles towards the river because of how many people lean on it everyday.
His arm is still around you, the pace of your walk dwindles to a shuffle. It’s cold and you hadn’t met each other in a couple of days, long enough for him to notice and drive up to meet you like this.
The guilt gnaws.
Pushing that away for the moment, you tuck yourself even more against him. Immediately, he swings you both so that you’re in between two trees, its twigs are exposed, the tiny buds of leaves hanging on for Spring. Gently, he tugs your mask down, the flimsy thing giving way immediately. His fingers are cold, the tip of his nose is red, he looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon.
And you thaw because you’re just normal people, so why not?
Cold fingers find each other, he takes your hands, slides them into his pockets. Lately, his touch is more than familiar, moulded to yours. It’s like that before the distance shrinks, your lips both being slightly chapped but the contact is electric. It’s baffling how thatcan assuage the storm in your mind. How Taehyung’s kiss, a facet of his love, can make you feel warm from within.
When you pull back, your hands are still in his pockets and his nose is redder than ever.
“Come back to mine?”
Your smile is probably so loud, anyone in your vicinity can hear it.
“Okay.”
-
Taehyung switches the vinyl for a smaller one, the music comes out as bluesy and warm. It takes a moment for him to place the needle once it swings out, skipping a track or two. His living room is open plan, the floor heating is just right. Behind the enormous TV is an accent wall made up of slabs of stone, a pleasant break from all the smooth marble.
You couldn’t help it, you were retreating into yourself again. You’re not really present. Then, Taehyung is next to you, lacing his fingers through yours, his slim bracelets with their metal pendants pressing on your wrist. You say to yourself that you’re happy to be in the silence, thinking in those seconds.
The most frustrating thing is the lack of control. It can happen at any time or at any place. And the worry is not being able to work through it, the worry is someone noticing. A paranoia that strips you back as if you’re transparent, anxieties flashing in offensive neon. He squeezes your hand, you hope it’s not too clammy from how you’re trying to calm yourself down.
“Missed you,” he said, as he does in random moments, even when you’re right next to him.
On a typical day, it would be sweet, but now this passing affection rocks through you privately. You’re transported to how many days you were away, the hours you worked, the nights you weren’t together. It’s selfishly unfair that the one time he gets an extended break is the time you’re the busiest, only having time to eat, shower, then sleep. You forget your own habits, unaware of how taxing they can be until you promise to spend the night at his and come to a sight where he’s stayed up past three in the morning, giving you a tired smile and opening his arms.
He would joke that your schedule is tougher than his, You sure you’re not actually an idol?
Panic marks a change in altitude in your organs, causing your stomach to drop. You scramble to interpret what Taehyung meant. But the rational part of you knows that it’s enough for him that you’re near him, holding his hand. He leans his head on your shoulder, dark hair falling in a slow part, some strands being so wispy they tickle your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurt out, voicing your guilt. That had him sitting up suddenly, his black shirt in a slouch, revealing more of his neck.
“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked, far too kind, kinder than the voices in your mind at present.
“It’s just… I’m - I haven’t been here,” you said, cringing as it’s so crude out loud. Taehyung’s brows knit together, seemingly clueless.
Of course he is, you never tell him anything these days.
He says your name, piercing your doubts. It’s kind of off now - you giving an opening without explanation.
“It’s nothing,” you conclude, not quite comprehending anything past the roar in your ears. Taehyung brings his hand up to push the hair that slipped out of place, you shrink as if struck by lightning. He registers your sudden change, you can’t even explain that.
Etta James laments about stormy weather, how it keeps raining all of the time.
Taehyung tries again, you keep still, letting his hand cradle the side of your face, his seeking fingers tangling in your hair.
“It’s not nothing,” he murmurs. His voice is low, you can’t meet him in the eye, all you see is the frayed collar of his favourite white shirt. It’s not much but you speak, pulling at the string of his sweatpants.
“It’s just…”
You shouldn’t tell him. You’ve been resilient so far and Taehyung’s got enough on his plate. March is soon and this break was meant to be a proper respite away from the cameras. Rehearsals loomed overhead, his schedule is growing in demands by the day.
“Want to talk about it?”
You take a deep breath.
Do you even want to bring it up?
It’s so… trivial.
Sotransient.
In front of you, he waits, he doesn’t rush you. Finally, you take in a shaky breath and say what you’ve been letting your mind run amok with for the past weeks.
“I get tired. I know that my body can’t keep up with everything that I want to do but I need to be moving, to be doing something. I need to feel useful.”
You think about your life, how it’s turned out. You stop yourself, plugging the stream of words that could gleam what was going on inside. It’s yourproblem, these were your issues that you had to work through. It’s been like this all your life, always internally fixing things, patching up the spillage from stress, then sweeping it away.
So far, you’ve been good. Able to stand on your own, confident that Taehyung wasn’t going to see the cracks for a while. Things like this, you didn’t want to bother him with. The pressure on him is enough, you didn’t need him to worry about things that would eventually pass. Bringing you back, he closes his hand over yours making your palm face upwards, his short fingernail tracing patterns. A star, a heart, a smiley face.
“Life gets busy. It’s okay to rest. You’re not less of a person if you stop and take care of yourself.”
“But that’s the thing, I find it hard to stop. It’s like I run towards it, this… burn out,” you said, adding a small laugh because of how ridiculous it sounded aloud.
“I want you to try to put your happiness first. I want you to do that.”
That makes you choke up a little bit, “I’m happy. I really am. I just get tired, is all.”
Ensuring that you’re looking at him in the eye, he stops drawing on your skin, his words sink in instead.
“You work hard. You do enough.”
How do you tell him that it actually goes beyond exhaustion? That rest gives way to guilt? That the cycle is personal, tailored to you.
“I know the guilt. And I know you do more, you’re always doing something. You don’t see it because you’re always looking ahead.”
You say the next thing because you never had the chance to say it out loud - not even to yourself.
“I find it hard to say no. I get paranoid that people will hate me if I’m not one-hundred percent there all the time. At work, in life.”
With you.
You don’t mean for it to sound like an accusation but it still does. Taehyung keeps his hand over your yours, those warm, brown eyes observe you with a keen interest.
“It’s okay to tell me to go away if you need some time for yourself, I won’t think that you hate me - I don’t think you can, to be honest.”
You allow yourself to laugh, playfully shoving at chest. You’re surprised that you let him see more than what you expected.
“I don’t know what you see in me really…”
Taehyung gives you a long, hard look. Pressing his lips into a tight line, the apples of his cheeks go fuller as he inhales deeply. Then, he gets serious, his eyes going all soft and tender.
“I love you somuch. I wish you could see yourself the wayIsee you.”
Again, you deflect, new to all of this, “you have to say that, I’m your girlfriend.”
He just shrugs, “that’s a given, of course. But I write most of my songs about you - Namjoon-hyung tells me that I’ve gone on a complete one-eighty, the track list makes him curl his fingers because it’s so sentimental.”
Embarrassed, your forehead connects with his collarbone. He smells faintly of lavender, the scent interweaved his shirt. He cages his arms around you, laughing softly. He’s shy about it too. Taehyung’s always been like this, so easy to love.
“You sure you aren’t writing for ARMY?” You asked.
Gently, he parts with you and you are a met with a look of consternation: a tilt of his head, lips drawn in a tight line but still somehow quirking into a smile.
“Anyone can interpret it how they like. I just know that the whole album is turning out to be giant love letter to you.”
You don’t know why your eyes are stinging, “why are you so mushy for?”
He shrugs again, “happens when I’m around you. And it gets worse when I’m not. But I get clingy, I know.”
Something overtakes you then, a feeling that had its origins from the beginning, but has now bloomed into something robust. With him, you didn’t need to wonder or ask for his love, he says ‘I love you’ for the simplest of reasons: nothing could be truer to him than anything else. When you said it to each other first time, you realised that there are a number of things you might have been conveying. Taehyung said it to you after smuggling it in a question of ‘do you love me?’ But you know that he does even before he said out loud. It’s hard to ignore when you feel it all of the time.
Is this how it feels to belong?
“I love you.”
He scrunches his nose, “I take it back, you get clingy too.”
“I’m not the one who wrote an entire album about how much you love me.”
“Sorry for thinking that you deserve everything and more,” he nags gently. You feel him trace his knuckle on top of your cheek, the barest contact inciting goosebumps.
You’re grateful that you’re indoors this time because you can kiss him. Here, amongst the items familiar to you both, you can be bold. Leaning close, you press your lips against his and smile into the kiss.
“I put some of my stuff in storage the other day and cleaned up the spare office for you to use,” he mumbled, humming against your mouth.
You nip at his bottom lip, pulling back due to the memory of him entering your apartment, often seeing you, your laptop, and your poor posture against the working day.
“Oh really?” You asked, eyebrows raising.
“Yeah. I wanted you to have a proper desk, I know how it feels to have a bad back. A new chair is on the way too.”
You don’t deserve him. He always goes above and beyond.
“I can hear you thinking - you deserve these things.”
“Fine. Thank you for saving me from having a hunchback.”
He leans close, nudging his nose against yours, “it’s coming next week, and I still have some time if you need help moving the big stuff.”
Oh.
Months back, you can’t exactly pinpoint when, Taehyung mentioned about moving in together. After staying some nights at his, you realise that he had been diligently carving some space in his apartment, hollowing out little nooks for you to put your own touch.
At once, you get how it must look for him. You hadn’t said a word or indicated your interest. You look at him, how he’s waiting, the way he fidgets with the hem of your shirt. You cast your mind back on how he’s seeing you on his own accord more and more -
“You’re worried that I’m going to say no.”
Taehyung is quick to hide it, smiling immediately, “no, of course not! I was just saying…”
You grasp at the the diamond in your necklace, the one he gave you. Earlier, you saw the array of items that were once in your house now in his as these incidental additions. In your mind, you were on board with the idea from the start. You spent most days here, evidenced by your wilted plants lined up on your window sill. Half of the KAWS toys were yours anyway, the couch is overtaken.
It’s so selfish to stay stuck in your head like this. Even more so to think that Taehyung didn’t need the same reassurance just because he is the one more willing to give, the one showing all sides of him, good or bad. He was looking at your hands instead of your eyes now.
“I’m sorry that I never said anything more about moving in. I want to, I want that. It’s just… I didn’t want to burden you ‘cause I get like this. I get all,” you start, grasping for the right word, “hermit-ey. I’m used to doing things alone.”
Taehyung’s smile dips, the recognition is there and that breaks your heart a little. He takes your hands, running his thumbs over the back in an unhurried caress.
“You could never be a burden to me.”
“I know.”
He adjusts your position so that you’re leaning on the couch more comfortably, positioning you on his lap securely.
“I like it when you need me but I like it just as much when you tell me what going on. You know, so I can back off a little.”
You shake your head, “I don’t want you to do that.”
“I know.”
Things go quiet, you fiddle with his bracelet. Nearby, the turntable has stopped; a new track was playing through the surround sound.
Dumb conversations, we lose track of time
Have I told you lately
I’m grateful you’re mine
Taehyung smoothes your hair down, “I always want you near. I want to see your slippers next to mine when I come home after a long day. I want to hear your bad singing in the shower, in the kitchen - ”
You swat him for that, remembering the date when he brought home TATA mic’s. You spent the evening giving a new tune to old classics, munching on macarons and being so stupidly in love.
You could be dancing on tabletops
Wearing high-heels
“I want you with me always, if I can help it.”
Drinking until the world
Spins like a wheel
You don’t hold back, not this time.
“I want that too. All of it and more,” you said.
But tonight your apartment
Had so much appeal
Taehyung grins, his features lighting up, “more?”
It was an unintentional slip, a loving one.
Who needs stars?
We’ve got a roof
The sun rises, peeking through the mesh of the curtain as if hesitating to intrude. You think about everything that has happened, where your life is heading, how you feel a lot more secure than you did.
So what if you get like this again?
There are people around who are willing to pick you up, to lift you where you’re collapsed in a heap. There’s Taehyung, who will always look at you, holding you in his arms, like he is now.
With a pleasant kind of tired, you tuck your chin over his shoulder, your hearts slowing to a synchronised beat. Taehyung embraces you without prompt, arms securing around you loosely. Suddenly, you miss him then, so you pull back, you look at his face. He blinks, his smile small yet fond.
Maybe, when the days get tough you can lean on someone for once and not have to face things alone.
You look at him, at those dark eyes, the faint mole on those rosy lips, his soft, brown hair.
“Taehyung.”
Maybe you can have something more. It doesn’t have to be grand but it’s enough that you can both see it in the future.
But there’s nothing
After the dust has settled and the roar of the crowd is just a memory. When things can really slow down and you can build something for yourselves, together.
Like doing nothing
With you
“Can you come and help me bring in some of my things here?”
genre: friends to … really close friends, bad boy!taehyung, preppy (no longer trying to be someone else)!oc, silent confirmation of feelings <3
warnings for this part:18+!, explicit language, kissing, dry humping, lots of alcohol consumption, frat parties, some slutshaming :( (spoiler alert josh is a fucking sleezeball), oc throws up, oc hasn’t had sex in a while, thigh riding, hair pulling, fingering, edging, begging, big dick!tae, multiple orgasms, protected sex, cum-eating, aftercare <3
word count:18k
author’s note: hello! welcome to the last part of gggb! ヾ(o˃‿˂o)ｼ i hope you all have enjoyed it so far! please let me know what you think! i think i’ll be releasing the drabbles about them soon! so please let me know if you are interested in those as well! thank you all for reading! ˆ̑՝̮ˆ̑❤︎ enjoy!!!!!! ( ˆ͈̑꒳ˆ͈̑ )੭♡
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K
A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice
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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.
Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend’s beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.
When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.
But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.
But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.
No it can’t be.
Please god, don’t let it be him.
That is not Kim Taehyung.
But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.
What was he doing here?!?
And why was he coming over here?
Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one’s for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.
He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.
“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K
A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice
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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.
Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend’s beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.
When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.
But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.
But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.
No it can’t be.
Please god, don’t let it be him.
That is not Kim Taehyung.
But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.
What was he doing here?!?
And why was he coming over here?
Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one’s for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.
He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.
“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.
Summary: In the land of Aster, a powerful queendom, all female daughters of the queen are blessed by the Goddess and are immune to poison. Your mother, the Queen, is ready to step down and offer her place to you but according to tradition, the heir of Aster has to be married to ascend to the throne. You despise the fact that you have to be married to rule. As an act of rebellion, you announce that you will marry the prince of the one kingdom your mother had warned you not to.
“It’s ridiculous,” you said, walking underneath an archway covered in vines. “She decided all on her own like it isn’t my life she’s talking about. And now everyone knows and they are expecting me to be engaged by summertime.”
Abigail tightened her cloak around her petite form. It was a chilly morning and while you were mostly indifferent to the cold bite of late winter, your cousin was much more affected. “She thinks that what she’s doing is for the best. There has been talk about it. You know they have been wondering why you have never accepted any courting offers.”
“Because I don’t want any courting offers.” A strong gust of wind blew your hair back. You had let it cascade freely around your shoulders devoid of any intricate braids and jewelled pins. “Why do I have to get married? This must be the most pointless tradition to have ever existed. I don’t need to get married to have heirs and I certainly don’t need a man to rule.”
Abigail had to rush her steps to keep up with you. It had been her idea to go on a walk in the gardens but it seemed like she might be regretting it soon. “You don’t but it is what it is. It is what everyone expects. But it doesn’t have to be a big deal. You said it yourself that being married doesn’t matter in the way you rule the land. Don’t give the marriage any more significance than you have to.”
“That’s easier said than done,” you said. “He will be sitting on the throne next to mine and everyone will expect to see us together at the balls and ceremonies. I can’t ignore the fact that he will be my husband.”
He would be always there, nobles would ask after him, the servants would gossip about how much or how little time you spent together, people would wonder how soon you would get pregnant with the next heir. Your mother had complicated pregnancies and, despite her many attempts, you had no siblings. You were the only daughter of the reigning queen, the only one who had The Gift.
Oh wow what a great start! I was so excited when I read the notification for this first chapter. It truly doesn’t disappoint. Can’t wait to read what happens next! So curious to know why the mother is so against Gwangsu
•••> Warnings: smut, blood thirst, aggressive yearning, multiple orgasms, fangs and venom, werewolf knot, knotting, cum bloating, cum stuffing, obsessive sex, feral werewolf, insecure werewolf, murder (Greek Mythology), character death, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking by a six-inch tongue, mention of murder/vampire hunting, mention of war, mention of cancer, mention of slavery, uncontrollable lust, angst, perceived mate rejection, addiction to venom, withdrawal from venom, and a lot of other stuff. You know the drill. If you don’t want to read, don’t.If you’re under 18, don’t.
Right before sleep took you, a thought crossed your mind and a weak pulse beat on your clit. It wasn’t strong enough to keep you from going under, but it was concerning nonetheless.
Where is Sir Kim?
“Apollo.” You whispered. “You came.”
The god smiled at you, yet the smile did not seem to wipe the sadness from his eyes, as he materialized from the light of the setting sun. You knew why he was here. You knew why he finally answered your prayer.
His voice was warmth and joy. It was honey and it was the sun on your skin. “Of course, Selene. How could I ignore you now, my moon?”
summary: Bright. Sunny. Easy. Amazing. Spontaneous. That’s how life was when you had Taehyung. That’s how life was when you had the most amazing boy in your grasp. That’s how it was when you were in love, and you were loved back. Dull. Dreary. Colorless. Dismal. That’s how life is now. That’s how life is now that Taehyung isn’t here anymore. That’s how it is now that everything is ruined. Taehyung doesn’t love you anymore.
a/n: i wrote this in an hour and it’s kinda shitty enjoy - teri
To be fair, you always knew that Taehyung would do anything to achieve his dream. You knew that no matter how much he loved someone, his dreams always came first. You first met before BTS debuted, but now that they’re making it big, he chose them over you.
Taehyung would tell you that BTS is his dream, but you’re there also. You’re his dream, too. However, since he chose the music over you, you’re not sure how true the latter is.
It was a Sunday, the boys always had Sundays off to spend with friends or family or just to relax. You always looked forward to Sundays, the one day you could be with Taehyung without any complications. He would come home early in the morning, and you’d be waiting with open arms and a warm breakfast in the kitchen. The Sunday everything went wrong, though, he didn’t come home early in the morning. He called you around 10, telling you that he’d be home soon, and that he needed to talk to you about something. You were worried, being with Taehyung was always so easy and effortless and he usually left butterflies in your stomach but now all he left was anxiety and dread.
He opened the door half an hour after he called you, and you walked down the stairs quickly, taking his bag from him to set it on the ground and hug him, like you usually did. You wrapped your arms around him, but were met with nothing in return. “What’s going on, Tae?”
He sighed, motioning for you to sit on the couch. He wanted you to be sitting when he told you this. “Y/N, I want you to know something.”
You were now terrified. Taehyung couldn’t even look you in the eyes, it’s as if he was too scared to meet your gaze. He was never like this, you thought to yourself. “Okay, tell me.”
“No, I need you to know this.” He sighed, finally meeting his eyes with yours as he sat on the ottoman in front of you. “I needyou to know that you didn’t do anything wrong. I need you to know that this is all me, Y/N.”
You didn’t need him to continue. In fact, it was the last thing you wanted. You already knew what he was going to say. Though you knew what he was going to say before he said it, it didn’t lessen the blow or make it hurt any less. “Please don’t.” You whispered subconsciously. It was a kind of trust you had with him. You’d been together for so long, you didn’t expect anything like this. “Don’t say it, please.”
Taehyung could hear the somber in your voice, he could tell that you were close to tears. That in turn made him just as upset. He hated that he had to do this. “I think that we should break up.”
The words hurt even more than you thought they would. You didn’t think it was real, it didn’t feel real. It felt like you were in a nightmare. Wake up, wake up, wake up, you told yourself. You clenched your eyes shut, trapping the tears behind your lids. “Tae,” You started, tears escaping when you opened them. “Why are you doing this?”
Taehyung didn’t think of this part. He choked back sobs as he got up from his seat, grabbing the bag by the door. “I just had to. I’m sorry.” He felt like the biggest moron in all of history. Taehyung /was/ the biggest moron. “I’ll be back later this week to get my stuff.”
And he was gone, and the world was suddenly black and white. The house felt empty, despite all his things still being there. By the end of the night, you were sure you had cried as much as you could. The cushion next to your head was stained with tears and you couldn’t feel anything.
That’s how it stayed for a while.
It was sixteen days before you heard anything from Taehyung. You missed his voice, you missed his touch, you missed the jokes and the silly faces. You missed how genuine he was. You just missed him. He texted you early that morning. The vibration of your phone awoke you at five in the morning.
[5:12AM Taehyung]: Will you be home today?
He called it home. You felt a pang in your heart, but you decided to ignore it.
[5:13AM You]: yeah i’ll be here. are you coming to get your things?
[5:13AM Taehyung]: I’ll be there around noon. Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.
You scoffed as you locked your phone. As if he actually cared, you thought to yourself. You sighed. There was no way you’d be getting back to sleep now.
You got up, took a shower, cleaned the house and by the time you got all that done, it was a quarter to noon. As you waited for Taehyung, you turned on the news. The only thing they’d broadcasted was about the breakup and BTS’ future as they get more and more popular. Though it hurt, you had to see Taehyung’s face. You just wanted to know how he was, it didn’t seem appropriate to ask him about his life as he stripped your house of his belongings and left you alone.
The door opened and you were alarmed at first, forgetting that he had a key. Taehyung first noticed you on the couch, same spot you were sitting in when he broke your heart. He saw the TV on, his face currently on the screen. They were discussing the break up. “How can you watch this shit?” He called out.
You didn’t turn around. You thought you might break down again if you did. “I had to live it Tae. Have to. A news broadcast can’t hurt me any more than I already am.” You couldn’t lie, you were trying to make him feel guilty for how he left things. Maybe he could just tell you he hated you and make things a little easier.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“So you’ve said. I left some boxes upstairs if you need them for your things.” You said. You still hadn’t looked at him.
“Can I see you?” Taehyung asked hopefully.
“For what?” You answered, “What does it matter?”
You felt a strong hand on your shoulder, an action that caused you to turn around and meet eyes with the man who’d broken your heart. “What?”
“I didn’t come here to get my stuff, Y/N.” Taehyung started as you got up and finally met him face to face. “I came here for you.”
You stayed silent, just in case this was a dream.
“I didn’t break up with you because I wanted to. Trust me, that’s the last thing I wanted, Y/N.”
“I don’t believe you. Sounds like bullshit to me.”
“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve never been more afraid in my entire life. These past few weeks have been hell for me. All I wanted to do was call you and make things right.” He started, tears beginning to leave his eyes. Out of instinct, you brought your hand up to his face to wipe them away. “I… I didn’t leave because I wanted to. The PD scared me. He told me that you’d never want to marry a man who was constantly performing and going on tour. He said you’d never want to settle down with a celebrity. I thought he was right, and it terrified me.”
Tilting your head, you brought another hand to his face to cup his cheek as the tears started to fall again. “I already have settled down with you, Tae. We live together. I don’t care that you’re famous. I know this is what you want, I know that you won’t always be around whenever I want you to, but all I want is for you to be happy. I want you to be happy with me.”
Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. “Marry me, and I’ll always be happy.”
