Talk To Me When I Get Tired Of Ditto. Im So Sick Ive Been Putting This On Since 7 Am And Probably Until

talk to me when i get tired of ditto. im so sick i’ve been putting this on since 7 am and probably until tomorrow and the end of this week

ghoul. — (intoxication)

[FOURTH (4) INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : INTOXICATION]

“Familiarity. That was what Taehyung felt.”

or

Rosé couldn't celebrate your successful solo mission with you, so she invited Taehyung to celebrate with you.

pairing : taehyung x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : nothing.

word count : 6.3k+

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note from winter 💌 :

i have no notes for this... except for i love oc and tae's interaction during the dinner so much. and I have an obsession for someone taking candid photos of me, its a kink atp HAHA also, smut on the next part just telling y'all ;))))

💌 what is winter listening to? : bambi by baekhyun

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication : to my sleep demon pt.2

             The sun marked the beginning and end of the day.

             When it rose, sunrise, marked the beginning of a new day. And when it set, sunset, it signified the end of the day. The silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow washed and painted itself over the colourless, milky white building of KCCG.

             It was the end of the working hour for most office workers in Korea including KCCG. The road was packed with cars and motorbikes. The sidewalk was not any less crowded than the road; People were walking back to their homes. 

             “Rosie,” you whined. Locking your arms with your friend’s one. The two of you had passed the entrance gate, now on your way to the main door to exit the building. 

             “(Y/N),” Rosé mimicked. A light chuckle followed shortly after. 

             Clinging hard on her arm, you let your cheek be squashed against her arm. Not quite reaching her shoulder due to her model-like height. “You promised a celebration dinner with me…” 

             “I’m sorry,” Rosé sighed regretfully. “Something came up in 10th ward… I really wanted to celebrate with you but if I don’t check on the 10th ward ASAP, Jay will kill me.”

             Rosé worked under the control of Jay or Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division 2. She was a Special Class investigator and also the leader of R Squad. Every Special Class investigator was required to form their own Squad with adequate members in range 3 to 4 excluding themselves. A group of 5 or 6, only then the team could be registered as a squad. 

             Why didn’t Director Kim station you in her squad instead… 

             You understood or at least you tried to be professional, but you couldn’t help to pout. It was your first solo successful mission in Q Squad. In every squad, the members including the leader were obligated to carry out solo missions that were designated for them. These missions were often put on the hardest difficulty, not everyone could pass on the first try. 

             Unlocking her arm from you, she turned her body to face you. “Don’t pout or I’ll kiss you,” her hands cupped your cheeks. 

             You pouted even harder to tease her. She chuckled before her thumb reached out to play with your lips.

             Her eyes flickered to look up and behind you. Recognising someone, she called out. “Oh, V!”

             V?

             You craned your neck to look at the said person.

             Kim Taehyung. God’s favourite.

             You had almost forgotten the name he used in KCCG as you always go for his government name. Taehyung was a charming yet mysterious man. He was the epitome of perfection. From his perfect and symmetrical facial proportions to his well-built body. Like Jimin, Taehyung has enough muscle at the right place, and like Rosé, they shared almost the same height, the model-like height.

             “Going home?” Your friend asked in a friendly manner. You reached for her hands that had been cupping your face to put them down.

             “Yes,” his baritone voice was honey to your ears. You wouldn’t admit it, but you have a big fat crush on him or maybe you were just attracted to him. Could you blame yourself? Almost everyone in KCCG was attracted to or even openly admitted to having a crush on him. “What about you? I heard there’s a commotion at ward 10.”

             Rosé nodded unenthusiastically. “I swear it was clear yesterday. The ghouls can’t give us a break for God’s sake.” Her hand unconsciously found yours as she held onto your hand. You let her. 

             At least it made you feel included.

             “What can you expect? 10th ward’s ghouls are vigorous, I can’t lie.” He said, followed by a deep chuckle.

             God, the chuckle. You’re so damned.

             “Very true,” she agreed eagerly. “You’re in charge of ward 8, right?”

             V nodded.

             Smirking, she asked, “Want to switch up by the end of this week?” Her eyebrows wiggled. 

             “No, thank you.” He was quick to turn her down. “I can assure you ward 8 is not any better than 10.”

             Rosé playfully rolled her eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at her behaviour. She was the epitome of the real social butterfly; she could get along with anyone and knew almost everyone in KCCG. As if finally remembering something, she looked at you before she directed her attention back to the male investigator. “Oh, V, what are you having for dinner?”

             “Good question,” he hummed, cupping his chin. “I have yet to decide.”

             Rosé eyes shone. “How about a dinner with (Y/N)?”

             “Huh–” You stared at her in shock.

             “Huh?” V didn’t expect that question, too, it seemed.

             Clapping her hands together keenly, she began to explain. “We were supposed to celebrate (Y/N)’s successful solo mission, but, well, something came up, like I said.”

             After a long pause, she blurted out. “Can you go in my place?” 

             Shocked, you quickly intervened. “T–There’s no need!” 

             Although you liked the idea of getting to stare and listen to Taehyung for a longer time, you would not want to be in the awkward situation of two people, that barely knew each other, having dinner. “We were just planning to drink– Not a proper dinner at all!”

             You were literally begging her to reconsider by giving excuses. “Plus, I can still celebrate it with you tomorrow…”

             Rosé frowned. “Eh, that restaurant near this building, what its name? The First? They offer proper dinner though.”

             That was the only thing that got through her head.

             “Yeah, I guess, but–” You tried to come up with another reason because you knew damn well that the restaurant does serve proper dinner in the menu option. You were a regular there.

             Completely dismissing you, she went ahead to ask the male investigator. “So, V? Are you down for some drinking?” She playfully winked at him with a drinking gesture. 

             “Wait–” You gripped her sleeves, trying to hold her back desperately. “I’m pretty sure Investigator V has something better to do than drinking–”

             You would rather have 5 hours training session with The Min Yoongi or maybe Jimin than have dinner with Taehyung. Not because he was a horrible man or anything akin, – the two were definitely not the lesser evil though – it was just that… If it was a dinner with V and Rosé, then yes, you would be fine with it.

             “Sure,” he cut you off. With a shrug, he added. “I don’t mind actually.”

             “You don’t need to!” You quickly told him with a shake of head. “Uhm, I can ask Minghao or Sunoo…?”

             “I mean V agreed to go,” Rosé frowned but didn’t relent to try convincing you. Why do you even need to be convinced? “Plus, don’t you have like a cr–”

             Your eyes widened. You knew she would babble her mouth about your folders. Cutting her off with a high-pitched ‘okay’, you quickly pushed your hand to cup over her mouth. Instantly agreeing with her idea. “I think 10th ward is calling for you!”

             “Gosh, okay. Okay,” she pulled away your hand from her mouth. Her eyes scrutinised your figure before she asked, “Did you bring your camera?”

             “Of course,” a frown found its place on your temple. “Why did you ask…?”

             Rosé mimicked the pose of a photographer – except that she was exaggerating – and subtly pointing at V. Your eyes immediately widened at her signal and quickly pushed her away. You waited until she was out of your vision before you turned to V.

             You would hate to admit that you liked to take pictures of him.

             Both secretly and openly.

             Secretly, when you would see him around KCCG, and like a beautiful flower in the garden, you couldn’t fight the urge to capture its beauty, it was the same for Taehyung. Openly, when you were assigned to do a meeting report or any reports in general that required you to include pictures of the related event, or when the magazine companies would like to feature KCCG as the front page, KCCG would – most of the time – send Taehyung and Jimin for it.

             “Let’s go…?” This was going down to your history book of the most awkward situation.

             The charming smile of his sent your heart to drum fast in your chest and butterfly wilding in your stomach.

             “After you.” Gentleman.

             “Table for two, please.” You told the waitress with a polite smile.

             She led you and Taehyung to a table. You noted how redness covered her cheeks and ears. Assuming it must’ve been because of Taehyung, you could only laugh to yourself. She probably has a crush on the male investigator with the way she was openly gawking at him with a dreamy look while taking the order. Taehyung was popular in Korea due to his career and his look. He received attention everywhere he went.  

             An order of Samgyeopsal and Jokbal was placed, and the girl took her leave to the kitchen. You took off your long white coat and draped it over the chair next to you. Taehyung had chosen to sit on the opposite side, facing you. 

             As if that didn’t add up to your nervousness that has already reached its peak.

             You were left in KCCG formal innerwear: a turtleneck shirt, cargo pants, and platform boots, all in jet black. KCCG was very monotonous. You noticed Taehyung seemed to have taken off his coat as well. His innerwear was nothing different from yours except that he was wearing a pair of patent leather boots.

             This was the first time you had seen him without his coat.

             You have always seen him in that white coat. Given that he was under Director Jung’s division, you didn’t bump into him frequently – or else you would’ve had the chance to witness him in mission state. Rosé, however, was under the same division as him which explained her friendliness towards him.

             Come to think of it, this was the first time you were having a meal with Taehyung. Just the two of you. Of course, you have had dinners with him, but they were joined by your colleagues as well. Most of the time, it was just company dinners or some other celebrations. That, too, you never really try to talk to him during those occasions because you would either be with Jimin or your squad members.

             Squad was a very essential thing in KCCG, and it was divided into two categories, operation squad and mentoring squad. Operation squads usually consisted of powerful and strongest investigators derived from Special Cases, Associate Special Cases, and First Classes. This kind of squad was liable for disbandment as it was not a permanent group. Operation squads could exist due to any calling for it from the higher-ups and cease when the operation was finished, not subject to success or failure. 

             Mentoring squad was a permanent squad. Once a person earned the title of ghoul investigator after graduating from the training academy, he or she would be sorted into a squad. Squad sorting would be determined by the division directors’ evaluations. Once sorted into a squad, one was bound to stick in it forever unless changes were made. In any KCCG function, the seating plan was according to squads. It was a rare case for a squad to have changing members because if there were to be any problem, it was to be solved within the squad itself, according to the leader’s orders and commands.

             It was also a rare case for the higher-ups to be involved in the matter of squad and you happened to be one of the rare cases.

             “I heard Namjoon removed you from Jimin’s squad.”

             You looked at him with wide eyes, unsure as to how to reply to him.

             If that’s what you heard, then you aren’t wrong, was what you wanted to reply with but decided against it.

             Avoiding eye contact, you forced out a nod. Way too many people have come to you and asked that. You were getting sick of it. Most of them would continue to pin you as the problem. You didn’t have the heart to tell the truth… Just because. Taehyung only hummed as he leaned back into his seat with arms crossed on his chest. You squirmed in your seat uncomfortably under his gaze.

             “Jimin is my soulmate.” He announced suddenly. The charming, gentlemanly aura was long gone as it was now replaced with a cold, aloof character.

             His sudden disclosure about Jimin was met with a puzzled look on your face. “I… See?”

             It was his turn to look astounded. A hint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he continued. “I’m glad you are not in his squad anymore. You’re way too close to him for a childhood friend.”

             Blinking, you were very much confused but slowly, you asked, “Are you jealous…?”

             “What– Of course not!” He quickly retorted. “As if someone like you could make me jealous.”

             You badly wanted to roll your eyes but decided against it as you sighed. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea, but I have no desire for Investigator Park. I don’t have any feelings for him if that’s what you’re mad for…”

             “And I didn’t know you and Investigator Park are soulmates,” you awkwardly added as your hands fidgeted under the table. Never in your life would want to make someone feel insecure or be a threat to someone’s sacred bond and you most definitely didn’t want to be a homewrecker.

             You liked Taehyung, and you have a crush on him, but would you even call it a crush? You liked pretty things and he happened to be one of the world’s wonders.

             “I like pretty things.”

             “And? Why are you telling me that?”

             Because I feel the need to assure you in whatever way possible.

             You sighed. “Investigator Park is majestically pretty and so are you. It’s just a silly attraction, but I promise you I don’t have any romantic feelings for the two of you.”

             “Do you have a soulmate?” He suddenly asked.

             Taken aback, you blinked at him, “No.”

             The subtle look of shock didn’t go unnoticed by you, but he was quick to be apathetic. “Therefore, I don’t trust you.”

             “Up to you…” You looked away defeatedly with yet another sigh.

             You didn’t blame him for not trusting, honestly. You completely understood where he was coming from, but you would very much want to justify yourself with the fact that you’ve been with Jimin since kids and that if you have feelings for him, you would’ve been rejected before you could even confess. 

             Maybe that was why you didn’t justify yourself. Your reasons were not helpful to the situation at all.

             The Samgyeopsal and Jokbal you had ordered finally arrived along with a few bottles of Soju. The worker set up the grill and you immediately began to prepare to cook the meats. When the grill finally reached the desirable heat, you carefully placed each piece on top of the hot grill pan. Taehyung quietly helped you along as he got himself a pair of tongs.

             “You like photography?” He broke the silence with the sudden question.

             He seemed like the type of person that couldn’t handle quietness. You cast a side eye at him. He gave you a bored face as he jutted out his chin at the camera bag next to you. You slowly nodded but then you continued to cook up the meats when Taehyung fell silent again.

             “Show me your skill.” He finally spoke again after moments of silence.

             “What…” You gave him a dirty look. If it was someone else, you would’ve complied immediately, not questions. If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t have dared to do so, but Taehyung stopped wearing his gentleman mask. If he found no reason to be a gentleman around you, you surely should not have any reason to keep up with your good-girl image around him.

             Or at least that was what you told yourself.

             You got that unfamiliar sense of comfort around him. Although he was very much hostile towards you when he told you about Jimin, other than that, he treated you normally. You found yourself to be more expressive and open to him. It wasn’t Investigator V that was present here with you.

             It was Kim Taehyung.

             “My camera is full of your soulmate.”

             “You take pictures of me too.”

             “Is that a statement?”

             “Yes.”

             Surrendering, you put down your tongs. Your camera bag on your right was dark, hueless; black with your signature, and a small Lotus next to it, embedded in the fabric. It was given by Minghao as a birthday present for you. Taking the camera out of its shelter, you turned it on and searched for some pictures of him. 

             Truthfully, there were quite a number of his pictures in the camera. You thought you had transferred it to your computer. They were pictures of the latest photoshoot for KCCG weekly magazine. This week, Taehyung and his squad were featured in the magazine so, as you have been doing religiously, you attended the photoshoot. 

             You showed him the pictures. He casually took the camera away from your grasp. Well, he looked like he was experienced in holding a camera, so you didn’t panic. You picked up your tongs again as you continued cooking the meat and putting the cooked ones in your bowl and Taehyung’s as he mindlessly went through your camera’s gallery. 

             “Not bad,” Taehyung mumbled with a playful smirk tugging on his lips.

             Heat crept up to your face as you felt your face getting warm. Although that didn’t sound like a genuine compliment, it was the first feedback you ever received from someone that viewed your pictures. You let Jimin look through your gallery occasionally, but he never said anything about the pictures.

             Taehyung was intrigued. He was amazed by the pictures you have taken of him. Glancing at you through his lashes, he saw you smiling. An endearing smile as your eyes shone with a gleam of adoration. He caught himself smiling together with you but quickly wiped it away as he continued going through your camera until the end. There were pictures of Jimin's solo shoot for the 2nd Ward monthly magazine. 

             He always thought his soulmate would make a good model but after seeing your photos, maybe it was better Jimin wasn’t a model. The modelling industry would be under his feet instantly. Your pictures of him proved how majestically beautiful Jimin was. 

             Click!

             He heard a shot was taken. “What are you doing?”

             “Taking pictures of the food…?” You replied.

             He frowned as if you did something very offensive towards him. “Shouldn’t you include the person you’re eating with too?”

             Are you serious? “Whose rule is that?”

             “Mine.”

             Rolling your eyes, you continued to snap more pictures. “Shut up and eat before they get cold.”

             Taehyung brought the camera to his eye level. You were still busy trying to get the perfect angle and lighting for the pictures, and he silently clicked a photo.

             You looked perfectly flawless – or maybe it was just his skill or the camera.

             He slowly angled the camera to his eye level again as he intended to take another picture but as he was looking through the camera lens, you were already staring at him with a boring look. “Taking my pictures now?”

             “Jokes on you, I was taking pictures of the food.”

             “Jokes on you, do you think I’m stupid?” You retorted but couldn’t help the small laugh that followed shortly after. “Give that here.”

             He gave you puppy eyes, but you quickly turned him down as you narrowed your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he surrendered with a pout. He looked like a sad puppy as he picked up his chopsticks to himself some meats. 

             Bringing the camera to your eye, you prompted him. “Look here.” 

             Click!

             A picture of him munching on the meat, luscious lips pouting. The flavour of the meat burst in his mouth as he savoured the food, eyes widened in pleasure.

             You couldn’t contain your laugh as you reviewed the picture you just took. “You look cute.”

             If you weren’t so busy with the camera, you would’ve seen the way his eyes widened as blood rushed to his face, cheeks flushed from your compliment. He didn’t know why he reacted in such a way but something about you complimenting him so nonchalantly must’ve caught him off guard.

             The two of you continued bickering from him urging you to delete the pictures to you nagging about the foods getting cold because of the never-ending bickering and Taehyung that doesn’t seem to want to stop. You shoved pieces of meat together with lettuce into his mouth to shut him up. But as if that stopped him. He continued to babble to the point he drifted into some random topic. You only listened to him while you cook up more meats for him. 

             It was as if the two of you were close friends.

             Taehyung fed you meats in between his random speech and having food offered right in front of you, who wouldn’t open their mouth automatically? Surely not you, hence your lips parted every time food was offered to you by Taehyung. Sometimes, you would pick up the meat off the grill and immediately offer it to him after blowing away some steam. 

             It felt so natural.

             For him to feed you. For you to feed him. For you to listen to him as he went through from KCCG matter to some personal stories and random thoughts. 

             It naturally happened. 

             It naturally happened to the point you found yourself downing bottles of Soju mindlessly, definitely going over your drinking limit. You were a light drinker, but you didn’t care as you let the alcoholic drink continue to enter your system. 

             Taehyung looked at you. He was far from being drunk, for whatever reason. But he has the decency to remind you as he took away the bottle of Soju from your hand. “I think that’s enough of Soju for you, (Y/N).”

             You could only whine in response, grumpily picking up your chopsticks again and shoving a few leftover slices of meat into your mouth. 

             “Aigo, (Y/N),” a soft voice cooed. 

             Taehyung and you simultaneously turned towards the voice – even though you were not exactly functioning well, your sense was surprisingly still functioning and able to pick up your surroundings.

             You seemed to recognise the lady as you whined in response. “Ajumma…”

             It was probably the restaurant’s owner.

             “Let’s stop here, okay?” The old lady came next to you as she caressed your shoulders gently. You mumbled something inaudible for her old hearing as you put down your utensils. 

             The lady looked at Taehyung as she asked. “Are you her boyfriend?”

             “No, I’m her colleag–”

             “He’s my friend!” You exclaimed; your head whipped so fast as you looked at the lady next to you, index finger shushing over your lips. “Ajumma, he’ll get maaad if you call him my boyfriend. He already has a soulmate!” You whispered – more like trying to – the last sentence in her ears.

             “Pull yourself together, (Y/N).” Taehyung shook his head as he heaved a heavy sigh.

             “It’s not often I get to see her like this.” She told him after chuckling softly. “You must be a special friend to her.”

             “Special?” He repeated with pure confusion.

             This was the first time you and he were having dinner together. 

             “When she comes here with her friends, she never gets drunk.” She remembered the times when you would not drink even a sip of those alcoholic beverages as you stuck with your usual Cola. Even when one of your friends offered you to drink, the invitation was politely refused by you and for sure you must’ve felt really bad for rejecting it. “So, for her to get drunk in front of you, she must’ve really trusted you a lot.”

             Your arms found their way as you circled the old lady’s figure. “Ajumma, I want a soulmate, too…” The sound of melancholy was apparent in your voice and certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the lady and even Taehyung. 

             Sighing pitifully, she caressed your head, “You’ll meet the one soon, honey.”

             You must’ve been so lonely, she thought.

             Finding a soulmate in today’s world is very crucial, but not everyone would find one. They would make one. In a world where the ghouls roamed around and blended in with the humans, one out of ten ghouls would have human as their soulmates and ghoul soulmates as the humans’, but not everyone was willing and ready to commit to someone who was not of their kind or more like they could not risk it.

             There was a reason for the establishment of both CCG and KCCG, after all.

             They were an anti-ghoul organisation. 

             Humans were not to get along with ghouls as they were considered monsters and existed for nothing but to cause chaos. CCG and KCCG made it their main purpose to exterminate the whole existence of ghouls as per their motto, to create a better world for humans, free from any danger. 

             That was why some people make their own soulmates. Modern technology and medicine paved the way for people who wanted to choose their own soulmates or run away from the ill-fated soulbond. Although some people still preferred the traditional way and pain-free because the alternative way was said to be painful and time-consuming as one must go through many procedures in order for a new desired soul bond to be established. 

             Expensive too. 

             Your eyes closed as you mumbled with sorrow. “What if I already meet them? But I don’t feel any connection with Mingyu and Minghao, but I love them, and they love me.”

             The old lady tried to recall the guys you mentioned, and it clicked rather quickly given the number of times she had seen you with them. Indeed, you were very close to them. They treated you earnestly, lovingly, and caringly to the point she had thought they were your destined lovers, but you had explained before that they weren’t.

             It was hard for even the lady to fathom the fact that they weren’t your soulmates too because she knew for a fact that your relationship with them was definitely not a normal one.

             How could three souls be very loving and inseparable but not soulmates?

             The three of you were one piece that was separated into three.

             “They have to be my soulmates…” 

             Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched at your last sentence. The unexplainable urge to shut your mouth was clouding his mind, but at least you passed out now. He was not really a fan of the whole soulmate system although he already has his own soulmates. He liked to be free. Free from commitments. His soulmates gave him the freedom he wanted, of course, but at the end of the day, he was still in a relationship that required his commitment.

             Or at least that was what he thought.

             What was it that had you desiring soulmates so badly? 

             Couldn’t you just wait for them to naturally come to you?

             You looked so desperate and pathetic.

             “Poor kid,” the lady kindly supported your head that was resting on her. The soft and gentle caresses on the side of your head never ceased and it irked Kim Taehyung. He has the urge to push away that hand and replace it with his but for his own good sake, he held himself back. “Young man, you can go home if you want to, I can handle her.”

             Her free hand went beneath her apron as she rummaged through her pocket for something. “Let me try to call Mingyu or Minghao…”

             God, if Taehyung wasn’t so close to pushing that old woman off you.

             Does she think he wouldn’t have the least amount of decency to bring her back home after having dinner with you?

             Does she not trust him even though she mentioned him being a special someone for you?

             Of course not.

             He just had dinner with you.

             For the first time.

             And it was the first time the owner had seen you with someone other than Mingyu and Minghao. Even if there were someone else, she would’ve recognised.

             She doesn’t trust him.

             But then again, he doesn’t trust the old lady as well.

             “No, it’s fine,” Taehyung said with his box smile, fighting back a snarl. “I can get her home.” He doesn’t need to justify himself as his aura spoke for him. He rounded the table to get to your side and practically snatched you from the lady’s hold. 

             His voice held finality as well as his action.

             Taehyung gently manoeuvred you into wearing your coat. Outside was cold and windy, he wouldn’t want you to freeze to death before you could even reach your home. When he was done keeping you warm securely, he carefully carried you on his back. Luckily neither you nor Taehyung brought own Quinque because it would’ve been a pain in the neck to carry it along at this moment. 

             There was one thing that was still a problem.

             He didn’t know where you live.

             The night was cold as Taehyung carried you on his back. Wind marched into the chilly picture blowing like a sneezing monster, peeling off the brown cadaverous leaves from the strangled tree branches. The night would chill anyone down to the bone, but Taehyung remained unfazed as he strode in the cold weather.

             The cold night breeze blew on your face, making you nuzzle into Taehyung’s neck in search of some warmth. Your body had picked up the spine-chilling temperature despite your mind being hazy from the alcohol. After some more snuggling, failure in search of perfect warmth, your eyes fluttered open. 

             Taehyung has very acute senses, you have come to notice that. Perhaps it was due to his years of being a ghoul investigator, but it still didn’t fail to amaze you as he spoke the second your eyes blinked open. 

             “You’re so heavy.”

             Processing his word, you narrowed your eyes at him – although he couldn’t see you or if his peripheral vision was wide enough to see you, “Literally no one asked you to carry me!” You chided.

             “I’ll let you fall,” he voiced with a minatory voice and that shut you up immediately.

             “Put me down properly, dude,” you finally spoke again after minutes of silence. You’d rather walk than be carried by him knowing the fact that he could drop you off anytime. The thought of falling was very much not entertaining at this moment. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to let you down. “That gentleman image was just for show, was it?”

             “I’m glad you’ve realised,” he brushed you off as he continued walking, leaving you behind.

             One time he was bearable, another time he was nothing but an arsehole.

             You rolled your eyes, “Ever since you told me Investigator Park is your soulmate,” and caught up with him. You didn’t notice how Taehyung had already slowed down his pace as now he was sauntering. He was waiting for you to at least walk next to him instead of getting out of breath with just a few quick steps. A smug grin paint itself on his face as he heard you whining and maffling.

             It was only today and just now that Taehyung finally has a moment with you. Alone. He would occasionally see you with Rosé after the working hour or maybe he actually noticed you during the photoshoots but didn’t bring himself to give extra care about you. 

             Telling you that Jimin was his soulmate was just an excuse. Heck, even the whole dinner was just an excuse. He never wanted to have dinner with you, he would not want to. He had agreed to Rosé because he saw it as an opportunity: a chance to push you away from Jimin. You were the problem in Jimin’s squad. A hindrance. He was nothing but glad and elated when Namjoon had done him a favour of removing you from Jimin’s squad – not quite directly but the complaints were very helpful, and he was very thankful to whoever filed those complaints against you.

             But a dinner with you was fun.

             He hated to admit that.

             You felt like a friend to him.

             “Look, if you don’t want to carry me, let me at least cling on your arm for some support.” You huffed; arms crossed.

             A scoff escaped his lips as he gave you a side glance, “You sure are something when you’re drunk, (Y/N),” but he still offered you his arm.

             He shouldn’t have done that, right? He should yank his arm away from you.

             But that moment never came. He didn’t feel the supposed emotion of anger or hatred bubbling when he was with you. Not even during the dinner just now. He told himself he was supposed to piss you off, embarrass you, and watch as you run out of the restaurant crying your heart out, be it tears of anger, humiliation, or even grief for the broken heart.

             He wanted you away from his soulmate and him.

             You should just be with your alleged soulmate.

             Maybe your bond was broken.

             Maybe you were soulless.

             But why did all those thoughts stir uneasiness in him?

             “How come you’re not drunk in the slightest?” You asked. The question had come out as slurring.

             “Because who will take care of you when you’re drunk.” That came out as a natural response, he didn’t even think of constructing some believable lies.

             You loured. “Lies. You don’t care whether or not I get drunk, and you certainly don’t care about the aftermath. You simply don’t get drunk.” 

             For one you were definitely sharp, he thought.

             Shrugging, he said in a boring tone. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

             You heard his tone, of course. So, you took it as a cue to shut your drunk self. Your tired eyes travelled down to the ground, watching as your steps matched with Taehyung’s. He definitely slowed down his pace. A small smile involuntarily tugged on your lips. Taehyung was soft despite the cold persona he had presented to you when he told you about Jimin. He was a guy overflowing with emotions but didn’t have a way to express them or at least had trouble doing so, hence he opted to suppress those emotions.

             Heaviness started to gather on your eyelids as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Your pace was becoming slower, and Taehyung noticed the drag. He slightly turned to look at you only to see you sleeping. Eyes closed, your eyelashes lay like veils upon your cheeks, lips slightly parted, and regulated and calm pattern on breathing. 

             You look divine.

             And if people were to pass by, they would think Taehyung was in love.

             “(Y/N)?” A voice thick with an accent called, drawing only Taehyung’s attention as you passed out again. A blondie. 

             Another voice jumped in, sounding very excited. “It’s really you!” A brunette. 

             Japanese?

             “Ah, she’s drunk,” The brunette said.

             The first voice that had called you turned to Taehyung, giving a slight bow, “Oh, sorry,” she apologised. “Are you (Y/N)’s boyfriend…?”

             You mumbled something gibberish and clung even harder to Taehyung’s arm, going as far as burying and hiding your face. Probably protecting your face from the harsh and cold wind. 

             “…n – not my boyfriend… I have boyfriends – Mhmph…” You were mumbling in Japanese as if your brain picked up the surroundings but not really functioning accordingly. He heard you clearly albeit it might sound gibberish to the others.

             “Ming…yuuu,” you slurred.

             And Taehyung decided he had enough of your shit.

             His hands immediately found the back of your knees as he scooped you into his arms causing a yelp to escape your throat but despite the sudden force, you still didn’t come to your sense, mind was still heavy and clouded by the bottles of Soju you just had. 

             He made a mental note to not let you drink anymore.

             Anymore?

             Would there be a next time? Was he hoping for another dinner with just you?

             “I apologise but she’s really out of it today,” pardoning on your behalf, the foreign language was fluent on Taehyung’s tongue as he put on his gentleman mask. “Are you perhaps her friends?”

             “Yes,” she answered enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen (Y/N) this drunk!”

             For a fact, this brunette looked really fascinated by you.

             The elegant-looking blondie pulled back her thrilled friend by her shoulder, whispering something that made the brunette’s eyes widen like plates. She backed a few steps from you and Taehyung but still, a sweet smile plastered on her face.

             The blonde cleared her throat, “We do not wish to hold you back any longer,” she said with the greatest formality and politeness she could muster. It sounded extremely formal in the language they were conversing in: Japanese.

             “We’ll meet again, Investigator V,” she bowed slightly, her smile wore the softest smile, but Taehyung could never overlook the mischievousness that shone in her eyes that was quick to disappear as fast as it had appeared. The girls then walked past Taehyung and you, heading towards the opposite way of where he was planning to head.

             Once your friends were completely out of the radar, Taehyung looked down at your sleeping face and then up ahead. He stood there for a solid two minutes before his lips slowly tugged into a smirk. “So, I wasn’t wrong…”

             “They are the transferred investigators.” He mused to himself.

             Namjoon had mentioned that CCG will station a few of their investigators at KCCG. He didn’t expect to have met them informally like that, but he most definitely didn’t expect them to blow their cover like that. He was grateful for his sharp sense.

             “What a shocking information, (Y/N),” he muttered under his breath. “You’re friends with ghouls.” 

             CCG has no reason to station ghouls in KCCG.

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incestuous | yoonminkook

synopsis —  after moving in with your naughty stepbrothers jimin and jungkook, the horny meter in your life gets completely thrown off when the cute older neighbor yoongi decides to pay you a visit

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex

word count — 5.5k

The past year has been nothing short of a crazy whirlwind, not only because your parents had finally divorced after years of a failed marriage, but also from dealing with the fact that they've moved onto dating other people. A big part of you wishes for your family to have stayed together, but seeing your parents much happier after separating gives you quite some comfort amongst your already busy life. Just when you've finally started to get used to your routine living with your single mother, she had randomly dropped the bomb on you about moving away for a new job opportunity.

"(y/n), you've got to understand! This'll be really good for my career!"

"But mom, I still have the school year to finish! I can't just leave with you!"

After a dramatically serious sit-down conversation with your parents, your dad had agreed to let you stay with him and his new wife at their house so you could still complete the rest of the semester at your school. But what they'd failed to mention in detail was how interesting it was going to be living under the same roof with the wife's sons from her first marriage.

"Hey I'm Jimin and this is Jungkook!"

You don't know where to look, now that you've walked inside the huge unfamiliar mansion you'd be calling your home for the next few months, your eyes flickering from the stunning white marble interior of it to your two hot stepbrothers that keep coyly observing you as they greet you by the main door.

"Oh hey, I'm (y/n)."

It's rather awkward talking to them all of a sudden, the right words failing to form in your stunned brain as Jungkook snatches the duffle bag out of your hands in a rush, your feet immediately keeping up with both the boys as they smile at you and turn around, their slim figures quickly skipping up the stairs.

"So, that's gonna be your room. You're right in between me and Jimin hyung."

"I get my own bathroom because I'm older but you'll have to share that one with Jungkookie at the end of the hallway."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Jimin before he throws the duffle bag onto your bed and bounces down on the mattress as if it's his own, legs sprawled all over your sheets while he stares at you standing by the door. Something's caught Jimin's attention though as he's looking out the window all of a sudden, his hand raising up and waving at someone outside, with a huge smile on his face.

"It's Yoongi hyung!"

Just as quickly as he'd fallen on your bed, Jungkook jumps up and giggles while dashing back down the stairs, Jimin's palm curling around your wrist before he happily drags you right behind Jungkook in a jiffy. Why do they run around so much? Your eyes quickly fall on a cute boy standing by the house's entrance when you reach the bottom of the steps, a gummy smile spread on his lips when Jungkook pulls back from the smothering hug he's giving him.

"Here. I baked these cookies for the new girl. That you? I'm Yoongi, Jiminie and Jungkookie's neighbor. Nice to meet you."

An entire cookie has already made it's way down Jungkook's throat by the time Yoongi steps inside and extends his hand out to shake yours, your cheeks already blushing from the way you're instantly attracted to his calm and cool aura, not to mention his handsome looks. He appears older and more mature than your step bros, confirmed by the fact they keep calling him hyung, your obvious crush on Yoongi hidden though as you quickly get a hold of yourself and kindly smile back at him.

"I'm (y/n)! It's so nice to meet you too."

"Cute name."

Yoongi's not afraid to boldly tell you how he feels, the flirtatious glint in his eyes unmistakable and seriously inviting, making a sudden pang of heat shoot up your gut as your gaze falls on the smirk forming on his lip. But you're snapped out of your emotions when Jimin protectively wraps his soft arm around your shoulder, a frown now settling on his face.

"Back off, hyung. She's our sister."

"Um, step sister. We don't even share the same parents... so we might as well not be related."

Jimin gives Jungkook a death stare for that blunt comment, his grip over your shoulder getting tighter as he holds you close, Jungkook casually ignoring his older brother while he stuffs another cookie into his mouth.

"Will you guys relax? I'm only here to drop off cookies for the cute girl."

Jungkook starts cackling while high fiving Yoongi, the older boy's brazen comment clearly meant to trigger Jimin even more, which he is since he's begun to huff and puff, your own lips now parting into a giggle as you shyly stare into Yoongi's pretty, cat like eyes. Jimin's neck jerks to the side in your direction after hearing you laugh, right before he throws an order at you.

"You better stay away from him, (y/n)."

"You better hang out with us more, (y/n). Jimin hyung, go chill with your girlfriend or something."

Jungkook pushes Jimin aside and pulls you towards himself, his muscular arm crushing you into a side hug while Jimin stares at you dumbfounded. Deep down you know what Jimin's saying is probably true, that Jungkook and Yoongi seem like trouble, but hell, you wanna have all the fun while it lasts. At least until the school year's over.

But you quickly learn that with the fun comes the pain of living with your step brothers, especially with your dad and his wife being out all the time because of their office work. It doesn't help that Jungkook almost never locks the bathroom door shut, the amount of times you've seen him shirtless or just simply in his boxers deserving of a dip in some holy water, not to mention the moans and sweet talk between Jimin and his girlfriend miserably shaking the shared wall between your rooms up at odd hours of the day.

"Gosh, do they ever stop fucking?"

"It's gotten worse lately. They keep breaking up over the dumbest shit and then making up with the sex. Come on in, let's watch something."

So glad you've got Jungkook's room to escape into and away from hearing all the moans and grunts echoing out of Jimin's room, you smile and nod at your younger step bro as you flop down on his bed next to him.

"Uh what'd you wanna watch, (y/n)? How about porn?"

You loudly gasp right before you choke on your spit, hastily turning to the side to stare into Jungkook's doe eyes full of mischief, a big smile quickly bursting out on his face when he observes your shook expressions.

"I'm only kidding. I'll put on Fʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ."

But despite your attempts to drown out the noise coming from Jimin's room, the thumping of his bed against the wall can somehow be felt all the way to Jungkook's room, Jungkook's hand restlessly tapping on his own thigh while increasingly getting distracted from the episode playing on the TV in his room. Your eyes can't help but travel up from his firm thighs to the boner that seems to be forming inside his sweatpants, his sharp eyes catching you staring at his crotch within a second.

"So, you wanna help me with this? I promise I won't tell."

His index finger's unashamedly pointing to the outline of his hardened cock, your palm instantly smacking on your mouth in utter disbelief.

"Jungkook! We're family!"

"We're really not, if you think about it. Come on, I'll help you too."

The way he's now tucked his palm onto your inner thigh cuts off your breath, the way his gaze trails towards your lips entirely shaking your core up. It's true you're not exactly blood related to Jungkook, but this still somehow feels wrong, although you fail to question yourself when you allow him to lean in and press a deep kiss on your lips. Your brain's lost against your heart in that moment, your conscience reminding you again how truly attracted you are to Jungkook. And who wouldn't be? He looks like he could easily be in one of those swimsuit catalogs, his stunning body and his even more charming of a face a double whammy against your pathetic little weak ass heart.

"Jungkook... what if someone comes in-"

"Shhh, just let go."

Is this what it feels like being seduced? It's your first time giving into a boy like this, Jungkook's hand now picking yours up and lightly placing it down on his bulge to urge you to massage him, while his own hand starts rubbing your clit through your leggings. His face is so close to yours, his soft lips pressing kisses on your cheek before he pulls you towards him with a swoop of his other arm around your waist. He's succeeding to melt your body underneath his touch, his digits slipping inside your bottoms while your palm keeps rubbing his boner that's ready to pop out of his sweatpants anytime. You bite down on your lip when his teasing fingers finally reach your bare clit, the motion of them gently circling your bud already driving you insane.

"Touch me too."

Your skin's met with the delicate one on his cock as you angle it out of his sweatpants, his thighs clenching from the way you immediately start stroking his length, his long fingers slipping into your hole while you both fully get into arousing each other like the horny kids you are.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."

His words are giving you assurance that you're doing this correctly, your fingers slowly smearing his precum dripping out of his tip onto his cock, making the motion even smoother as you glide your palm up and down. It's difficult to keep doing it though as your own body shakes and twists from the way he's pumping his fingers into you, repeatedly grazing past that sweet spot within you that's making your core clench from pleasure. You can't hold it in much longer, a moan leaving your mouth right before Jungkook kisses you again, his tongue softly pushing into your mouth and exploring it while your tongue excitedly plays around with his.

"You gonna cum for me?"

Your words absolutely push Jungkook over the edge, the way you've bit his lip while asking him the direct question an incredible turn on for him, his cum now spurting out of his tip as he deeply sighs into your cheek. Despite the pleasure running through his system, he doesn't at all get distracted, his fingers badly on a mission to get you cumming too, right before a rhythmic knock on the door makes you both freeze up in panic.

"Yo Jungkookie, it's Yoongi. Can I come in? Jimin seems occupied heheh. Gotta talk to you about that cutie step sister of yours."

Just like that, your orgasm's totally cut off, Jungkook's smooth fingers still deep inside you while you both remain madly frozen, staring into each other's bewildered eyes. Yoongi's standing right outside the room while your palm's still wrapped around Jungkook's now softening cock, his cum stained white t-shirt wet and in desperate need to be changed.

"Jungkookie? You in there?"

"Uhh what? Hold on- one minute, hyung!"

Your trembling, unsatisfied core is left empty when Jungkook slips his digits out of you with a soft pop, your hand immediately letting go of his length as he jumps out of the bouncy bed and lifts his sweatpants back up. He's taken his t-shirt off now, his hands scrambling to find a fresh one from a cabinet when Yoongi twists the door knob open and walks inside on his own, just as you've straightened your slouching body up against the head board of Jungkook's bed. Your heart's beating out of your chest when Yoongi's eyes pierce into yours first, a questioning look then forming on his face while staring at Jungkook's bare chest, which is quickly being covered as the boy throws a black t-shirt over it.

"Oooh what's going on in here?"

"What'd you think, huh hyung? We were obviously hooking up but you busted us. Tsk tsk..."

You should've known not to trust Jungkook to keep his damn mouth shut, the urge to literally want to die in the moment getting worse when you notice the proud smirk on Jungkook's face. You're internally screaming, your mouth fully stuttering as you panic to try to clear your name right away from the bold accusation, which is obviously true. But you don't want Yoongi finding out about all of this. What would he think of you?

"Gosh! Stop lying! We were just- he was just- hot. So he changed his shirt!" 

"I see."

By the tone of his voice and the way he's smiling, you know Yoongi hasn't bought your pathetic attempt at a cover up, Jungkook's honest confession more believable than your made up story. Jungkook coughs before falling back down on the bed, his head now comfortably resting on your thigh after he rolls around towards you. You quickly scoot away from him, eyes still on Yoongi, even though Jungkook manages to re-secure his head back on your leg as if he's got dibs on you, then looking up at Yoongi himself.

"So, you wanted to talk about my cute step sister?"

"Yeah. (y/n), do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?"

You're taken aback by Yoongi's direct request, his straightforward persona charming you even more than before as he cooly stands there waiting for your reply. Yoongi obviously didn't know you were inside the room when he'd knocked, but he confidently turned the situation in his own favor by asking you out on a date, that too without the fear of Jungkook knowing.

Jungkook seems unusually fidgety while an awkward silence takes over the room, his head plucking off your thigh and face turning upwards to observe the flustered look on yours, a subtle hint of jealously flickering through his round eyes when he hears your shocking response.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7?"

A stupid smile remains plastered on your face as you nod at Yoongi, his endearing gummy grin in return making your heart madly flutter. But you get distracted as Jungkook sits up on the bed and lightly shrugs his shoulders as if what just happened doesn't really affect him, although you can sense he seems a bit annoyed by how you'd so easily gone from giving him attention to fully appearing under Yoongi's spell.

"What's going on, you guys?"

Jimin's head pops into the room, a little bit of panic ensuing within you when you realize how pissed he's going to be after learning you're going out with Yoongi tomorrow. Just like how Jungkook had hit Yoongi with the truth about you both hooking up though, he does the same to Jimin.

"Oh, nothing much really. Just (y/n) and I hooked up and now she's going out with Yoongi hyung."

"Hah. Very funny, Jungkookie. Now come on, (y/n). I'll introduce you to my girlfriend! I'm sure you both will get along well. Bye boys!"

You don't know whether you should feel bad about how gullible and naive Jimin is, or be relieved he didn't suspect the truth to actually be the truth. Ignoring Jungkook as you're irritated by the way he can't keep quiet, you get up off the bed and sweetly wave goodbye to Yoongi, then following Jimin to his room, the thought of hanging out with the older boy the next night already making your heart beat faster than ever.

And it's more perfect than you could've imagined, Yoongi being the right combination of a gentleman and a bad boy all in one, keeping the evening interesting at all times through his impressive words and actions. You already knew he wasn't the type of guy who'd go above and beyond to sweep you off your feet, planning a casual date at the local diner and a walk along the river after getting ice cream instead, but he'd made you fall for him hard just from the sheer fact that he was mature and sensible.

And now, after he'd walked you to the front door of your house at the end of a lovely night, your breath gets stuck in your throat when he smiles at you and extends his arms out for a hug. It doesn't even take you a second to follow through though, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you fall into his warm hug, the scent of his musky cologne the tipping point that kicks off the ridiculous hormones flooding through your body.

"I had a great time with you, (y/n)."

Yoongi's soft lips graze yours as he speaks, only your heads pulled back to face each other while your bodies remain tightly embracing one another, your lips now savoring his taste as he wastes no time to kiss you. And you kiss back just as easily, the makeout quickly heating up as you both let go.

It's all seems like a blur how you'd made your way over to the couch, your lips refusing to part Yoongi's even when you trip and your back sinks into the cushions, all while his body hovers straight on top of yours. It appears as if nobody's home, all the lights being off when you'd first unlocked the front door of the mansion with your own set of keys, your heart entirely content in the moment since Yoongi seems so into kissing you, quietly humming and smooching you as his tongue softly mingles in with yours.

"Do you wanna fuck? God, you're so hot."

He takes a quick pause to utter those words right before he swoops back down and starts making out with you again, his silky black hair whipping around on your forehead from the motion. Your body temperature keeps rising by the second, your head eagerly nodding in approval to his question, the want to feel Yoongi fuck you senseless getting stronger than ever.

And he does just that, staring at your naked body with an intimidating hunger while he remains on top, completely unashamed of thrusting in an out of you in the middle of your dad's living room with the bright ceiling lights on full blast. There's no romantic setting with candles or coddling with roses when it comes to being with Yoongi. He gives you exactly what you need, a good fuck with a passion that's indescribable, and without the unnecessary flattery that some girls love oh so much.

"Fuck... I'm so close."

You can practically feel your orgasm snatched away when Yoongi pulls out after hearing your comment, your mouth now wide open in shock.

"Bend over the couch."

You almost feel dirty as your palms dig into the couch, your ass angled up towards Yoongi so he can now stuff his rock solid cock into you, a scream escaping you when he does it effortlessly with no warning. The unholy sound of his balls slapping your ass echoes through the massive first floor of the house, your moans shortly mixing in with the noise as Yoongi keeps slamming into you at an overwhelming pace. He's begun grunting with each thrust, your core tightening when he reaches deeper and hits your g-spot, this angle more pleasurable than you'd anticipated.

"Fuckkkk."

You don't really hear him swear, a muffle resounding from his mouth instead as your orgasm gets you distracted. His movements slow down after the condom's filled with his cum too, his hand gently caressing your ass as if he's complimenting you for holding strong through the sex. But strong is the last thing you feel as your legs give out, your knees falling into the couch after Yoongi's pulled his length out of you, a soft chuckle parting from his lips when he observes your shaking body.

"You are perfect."

Those three words keep replaying in your mind even after Yoongi's kissed you goodbye, your feet now skipping up the stairs towards your bedroom while the big smile on your face refuses to wipe away. You lay out your pajamas on your bed, then happily grabbing your towel before heading to your bathroom for a quick shower to wash yourself clean.

The warm water trickling down your body relaxes your sore muscles, the calmness finally settling in your heart after an unimaginably exciting evening with Yoongi. But it isn't until you're out of the shower and patting yourself dry with the towel that the comforting silence gets disturbed, the door to the bathroom now slowly pushing open before Jungkook's lean body quietly slips in through the small slit.

"Oh my God! Jung-"

His palm curls around your mouth to hush your panic stricken yell, the towel falling down on the tile before Jungkook's chest bumps into your back. The fact that you're naked and exposed in front of your step bro like this almost paralyzes you with worry, but it's not like you haven't been intimate with him before, the memories of jacking him off just yesterday engulfing your mind as Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist. He's deeply staring at every inch of your skin through the reflection in the mirror up ahead, his palm gradually pulling away from your mouth even though your chest's still heaving up and down from the embarrassment.

"I heard you guys downstairs... I was in my room, you know. You didn't think I'd let you go without finishing what we started, right? I owe you one."

He's obviously referring to the orgasm that he wasn't able to give you after Yoongi had untimely barged into Jungkook's room, the way Jungkook's lips are now trailing down your neck and warmly pressing a kiss on your shoulder melting you right up, against your own damn will that is.

Was this wrong? Probably. But were you going to stop him? Definitely not.

Your naked skin's starting to feel damp, a thin layer of vapor forming all over your body as you're still locked inside the congested bathroom. The steam from your shower's misted up the air within, Jungkook's own face feeling slippery from the condensation when you cup it with both palms, tongue down his throat without any thoughts clouding your mind. Your bare ass stings from the cold tile of the counter top when Jungkook grips your hips and plops you on top of it, his arms now tightly snaked around your body while your sensitive nipples graze against his soft gray t-shirt.

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

Jungkook totally ignores your comment, pressing his thin lips back onto yours to shut you up in between inhaling shortened breaths, both of your chests panting from the rising sexual needs. His mouth slowly trails down your chin to taste the gentle skin on your neck while also attempting to give you a small hickey. But you push him off just in time to avoid the suction of his lips, afraid a red mark on your neck would raise questions, especially from Yoongi and Jimin who'd obviously wonder how you're getting hickeys, and more so 𝘸𝘩𝘰 exactly is giving them to you.

A slight look of annoyance settles on Jungkook's face, his jawline flexing in frustration after you've pushed him off, the dangerous glint taking over those round eyes intimidating but also a huge turn on as he charges back towards you. But this time, your lips are the ones smooching his neck, a deep sigh and grunt escaping him from the pleasure you're giving him.

"Fuckk. Lemme eat you out."

You've clearly gotten him excited to the point where he wants to pleasure you without wanting anything in return, your core already clenching from imagining the way Jungkook's wet lips would feel on your clit. But your sudden gasp says it all, his lips parting yours and gaze observing how your body's begun to tremble from nervousness all together. You're no doubt feeling overwhelmed, the sex with Yoongi from just an hour ago still fresh in your mind, and now being with Jungkook shortly after is quite a lot.

"Hey are you ok? We don't have to do this right now."

It's almost weird to hear Jungkook care about you like this, his usual immature and horny ass behavior a noticeable contrast to the tending persona he's now displaying, your heart warming up to him in an instant as a cute look of concern flashes through his big bambi eyes. But before you can even answer to his whispers, an unexpected loud thud on the door makes you physically scream out in panic.

"Oh shit sorry, (y/n), is that you? I thought it was Jungkookie. How long you gonna be in there? My toilet's broken."

Jungkook's face immediately scrunches up with worry, his lips mouthing "Fuck! It's Jimin hyung" to you as your body becomes paralyzed in fear for what feels like a full minute. Why do people barge into each other in the most uninviting occasions in this household? It's like a joke at this point.

"Almost done! I'll be out soon."

Your natural instinct kicks in, your finger firmly pointing towards the shower curtain, then forcefully pushing Jungkook's back with your palm to urge him to hide behind the covers, all so Jimin can't see him.

"Kook, I swear to God if you utter a single word, I'm literally gonna-"

Your threatening whispers are hushed up by Jungkook's lips smooching yours, an unmistakable smile forming on his face before he nods at you with assurance, gently swiping the shower curtain closed to conceal himself. With a serious risk of heart failure about to consume you, you quickly pick up the towel from the floor, tucking in the corner fold in between your breasts after you've securely wrapped it around your body.

"Oh hey, sorry for taking long. Go ahead, the bathroom's all yours!"

Jimin mindlessly stares at you after you've swung the door open, the fake calm smile you're sporting fading when you notice his gaze falling down to your chest, your mind awkwardly feeling self conscience at the sight of Jimin observing your half naked body. His eyes appear droopy and red, slightly puffy too when he quickly snaps out of it and looks up into your eyes at the sound of you clearing your throat.

"It's cool, no worries. I'm sorry for scaring you."

He keeps it short, his shoulder brushing past your warm skin as he slips inside the bathroom, your palm clutching your stuttering chest before you start walking straight back into your bedroom, praying to God Jimin doesn't find Jungkook, who's still hiding behind the shower curtain.

You're so relieved to hear a lack of conversation, knowing perfectly well there'd be lots of shouting going on if Jungkook were to be busted, your ears still perked up as you quickly change into your pajamas. The quiet click of the bathroom door shutting, and Jimin's feet noisily strut down the hallway, fading away when he finally enters his room. But the silence is shortly disturbed when you hear the clear sound of sniffles, definitely coming from the shared wall in between your room and Jimin's room.

You bite down on your bottom lip, closing your eyes for a quick second when you feel your brain instructing you to check up on Jimin and see if he's ok. You know you need some time to yourself after this crazy night, but Jimin's been the sweetest step bro to you, unlike the chaos Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to have caused, and it's your job to protect Jimin back like he's always done for you. It wouldn't hurt to stop by his room.

"Hey, you ok?"

Jimin's sitting on the edge on his bed when you pop your head in through a gap in the door, his entire face buried in his palms while his elbows dig into his thighs, head hanging low while he sniffles again. You don't know why he's crying but it sucks so bad seeing him like this, your feet instantly walking in his direction and stopping only when you're right next to him.

"I caught her cheating on me. It's all over."

Your heart shatters after hearing Jimin's painful words, his voice heavy and nasally from all of the crying, his face cherry red in color when he finally pulls his palms off and dismally looks up into your pitiful gaze.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

A spike of heat rips through your chest from the anger you feel, the fact that Jimin's girlfriend had cheated on him seriously upsetting you as you sit down next to him on the edge of the bed too. Letting out a deep sigh, your arm consolingly curls around Jimin's shoulder, his head adorably tucking underneath your chin as he snuggles you tight. He's whimpering while a few more tears roll down his plump cheeks, your t-shirt starting to feel wet from the big blobs that keep dripping onto it.

"Maybe I just wasn't good enough. Maybe I could've done more for her."

"Don't say that... Hey, listen to me. What she did is awful and that's totally on her, ok? Please don't blame yourself for anything. You're an amazing person, Jimin. And you're so loved... by all of us."

Jimin sniffles even louder after hearing your words, his body starting to fully shake from the grief, so you hold him closer, both arms completely wrapped around him as his cheek deeply presses into your chest. You gently rub your palm up and down his bicep to get him to calm down, which he finally does after what feels like an hour of cuddles and comfort.

"You're so sweet, you know that? Thanks for this."

"You don't have to say thanks. I'm here for you."

Jimin begins to pull his head back from your embrace, his body weight slowly lifting off of you and now allowing you to breathe better.

"Oh, sorry for crushing you."

Jimin notices how sharply you're inhaling, your lungs expanding to make up for the lost air, your lips then parting in a grin when you see him shyly giggling from the guilt of suffocating you. It feels so great to see Jimin smile again, his tears unbearable to watch. Both your palms squish his cheeks and hold onto them, your thumbs then wiping away his tears as you warmly smile at him from the care you feel for him.

"Now promise me one thing. No more tears, ok?"

Jimin immediately beams at you and nods, his eyes traveling down to your lips soon after, making you feel a pang of nervousness as it hits you just how close your face actually is to his. And the way he now quickly leans in and pecks your lips gets you startled, your body still in shock when he pulls back and reads your expressions for a sign of approval.

"What- what was that for?"

"I just- I need a distraction... I don't want to think about anything."

You get what Jimin's saying, the desire to empty out your mind and have no thoughts something you're also wanting, especially after your insane encounters with Yoongi and Jungkook earlier in the night. You just never imagined kissing Jimin would help make those thoughts pause like they had, this entire act seeming quite counter productive as you're only adding another boy into the mix of your life. But Jimin's pouty lips remain close to yours, devilishly tempting you and winning you over.

It only takes a few seconds before Jimin's hand's already underneath your shirt, his palm softly moulding the shape of your breasts while his juicy lips stay attached to yours. You wonder how someone can have such soft lips, the plushiness a gift that you get to taste, the makeout heating you up as Jimin's thumb teasingly grazes your hardening nipple. Of course you aren't wearing a bra underneath your pajamas, the way you're sucking on your step bro's tongue a reroute from your original plan of crashing into your own bed for a good night's sleep. No point in having regrets now.

"Damn, you've got great tits."

You don't stop Jimin when he lifts your shirt up and off of you to get you topless, and you certainly give him permission to suck on your breasts, the soft pressure with which his tongue's circling your bud inducing shaky moans out of you. Your fingers run through his silky hair as he's bent down, face still buried in your cleavage while your eyes begin to close up.

"Having all the fun without me, I see."

Jungkook's sudden irritated voice startles both you and Jimin, your heads whipping towards the door where he's standing with his arms folded. Jimin quickly picks your shirt off the floor and respectfully covers your exposed chest up, his perplexed eyes widening in shock when Jungkook smirks and chuckles out loud, your own cheeks now burning bright pink.

"Oh don't worry, I've already seen her naked. I told you we hooked up."

"Well... why don't you join in then, Kook?"

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ghoul. — (intoxication)

[FOURTH (4) INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : INTOXICATION]

“Familiarity. That was what Taehyung felt.”

or

Rosé couldn't celebrate your successful solo mission with you, so she invited Taehyung to celebrate with you.

pairing : taehyung x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : nothing.

word count : 6.3k+

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note from winter 💌 :

i have no notes for this... except for i love oc and tae's interaction during the dinner so much. and I have an obsession for someone taking candid photos of me, its a kink atp HAHA also, smut on the next part just telling y'all ;))))

💌 what is winter listening to? : bambi by baekhyun

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication : to my sleep demon pt.2

             The sun marked the beginning and end of the day.

             When it rose, sunrise, marked the beginning of a new day. And when it set, sunset, it signified the end of the day. The silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow washed and painted itself over the colourless, milky white building of KCCG.

             It was the end of the working hour for most office workers in Korea including KCCG. The road was packed with cars and motorbikes. The sidewalk was not any less crowded than the road; People were walking back to their homes. 

             “Rosie,” you whined. Locking your arms with your friend’s one. The two of you had passed the entrance gate, now on your way to the main door to exit the building. 

             “(Y/N),” Rosé mimicked. A light chuckle followed shortly after. 

             Clinging hard on her arm, you let your cheek be squashed against her arm. Not quite reaching her shoulder due to her model-like height. “You promised a celebration dinner with me…” 

             “I’m sorry,” Rosé sighed regretfully. “Something came up in 10th ward… I really wanted to celebrate with you but if I don’t check on the 10th ward ASAP, Jay will kill me.”

             Rosé worked under the control of Jay or Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division 2. She was a Special Class investigator and also the leader of R Squad. Every Special Class investigator was required to form their own Squad with adequate members in range 3 to 4 excluding themselves. A group of 5 or 6, only then the team could be registered as a squad. 

             Why didn’t Director Kim station you in her squad instead… 

             You understood or at least you tried to be professional, but you couldn’t help to pout. It was your first solo successful mission in Q Squad. In every squad, the members including the leader were obligated to carry out solo missions that were designated for them. These missions were often put on the hardest difficulty, not everyone could pass on the first try. 

             Unlocking her arm from you, she turned her body to face you. “Don’t pout or I’ll kiss you,” her hands cupped your cheeks. 

             You pouted even harder to tease her. She chuckled before her thumb reached out to play with your lips.

             Her eyes flickered to look up and behind you. Recognising someone, she called out. “Oh, V!”

             V?

             You craned your neck to look at the said person.

             Kim Taehyung. God’s favourite.

             You had almost forgotten the name he used in KCCG as you always go for his government name. Taehyung was a charming yet mysterious man. He was the epitome of perfection. From his perfect and symmetrical facial proportions to his well-built body. Like Jimin, Taehyung has enough muscle at the right place, and like Rosé, they shared almost the same height, the model-like height.

             “Going home?” Your friend asked in a friendly manner. You reached for her hands that had been cupping your face to put them down.

             “Yes,” his baritone voice was honey to your ears. You wouldn’t admit it, but you have a big fat crush on him or maybe you were just attracted to him. Could you blame yourself? Almost everyone in KCCG was attracted to or even openly admitted to having a crush on him. “What about you? I heard there’s a commotion at ward 10.”

             Rosé nodded unenthusiastically. “I swear it was clear yesterday. The ghouls can’t give us a break for God’s sake.” Her hand unconsciously found yours as she held onto your hand. You let her. 

             At least it made you feel included.

             “What can you expect? 10th ward’s ghouls are vigorous, I can’t lie.” He said, followed by a deep chuckle.

             God, the chuckle. You’re so damned.

             “Very true,” she agreed eagerly. “You’re in charge of ward 8, right?”

             V nodded.

             Smirking, she asked, “Want to switch up by the end of this week?” Her eyebrows wiggled. 

             “No, thank you.” He was quick to turn her down. “I can assure you ward 8 is not any better than 10.”

             Rosé playfully rolled her eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at her behaviour. She was the epitome of the real social butterfly; she could get along with anyone and knew almost everyone in KCCG. As if finally remembering something, she looked at you before she directed her attention back to the male investigator. “Oh, V, what are you having for dinner?”

             “Good question,” he hummed, cupping his chin. “I have yet to decide.”

             Rosé eyes shone. “How about a dinner with (Y/N)?”

             “Huh–” You stared at her in shock.

             “Huh?” V didn’t expect that question, too, it seemed.

             Clapping her hands together keenly, she began to explain. “We were supposed to celebrate (Y/N)’s successful solo mission, but, well, something came up, like I said.”

             After a long pause, she blurted out. “Can you go in my place?” 

             Shocked, you quickly intervened. “T–There’s no need!” 

             Although you liked the idea of getting to stare and listen to Taehyung for a longer time, you would not want to be in the awkward situation of two people, that barely knew each other, having dinner. “We were just planning to drink– Not a proper dinner at all!”

             You were literally begging her to reconsider by giving excuses. “Plus, I can still celebrate it with you tomorrow…”

             Rosé frowned. “Eh, that restaurant near this building, what its name? The First? They offer proper dinner though.”

             That was the only thing that got through her head.

             “Yeah, I guess, but–” You tried to come up with another reason because you knew damn well that the restaurant does serve proper dinner in the menu option. You were a regular there.

             Completely dismissing you, she went ahead to ask the male investigator. “So, V? Are you down for some drinking?” She playfully winked at him with a drinking gesture. 

             “Wait–” You gripped her sleeves, trying to hold her back desperately. “I’m pretty sure Investigator V has something better to do than drinking–”

             You would rather have 5 hours training session with The Min Yoongi or maybe Jimin than have dinner with Taehyung. Not because he was a horrible man or anything akin, – the two were definitely not the lesser evil though – it was just that… If it was a dinner with V and Rosé, then yes, you would be fine with it.

             “Sure,” he cut you off. With a shrug, he added. “I don’t mind actually.”

             “You don’t need to!” You quickly told him with a shake of head. “Uhm, I can ask Minghao or Sunoo…?”

             “I mean V agreed to go,” Rosé frowned but didn’t relent to try convincing you. Why do you even need to be convinced? “Plus, don’t you have like a cr–”

             Your eyes widened. You knew she would babble her mouth about your folders. Cutting her off with a high-pitched ‘okay’, you quickly pushed your hand to cup over her mouth. Instantly agreeing with her idea. “I think 10th ward is calling for you!”

             “Gosh, okay. Okay,” she pulled away your hand from her mouth. Her eyes scrutinised your figure before she asked, “Did you bring your camera?”

             “Of course,” a frown found its place on your temple. “Why did you ask…?”

             Rosé mimicked the pose of a photographer – except that she was exaggerating – and subtly pointing at V. Your eyes immediately widened at her signal and quickly pushed her away. You waited until she was out of your vision before you turned to V.

             You would hate to admit that you liked to take pictures of him.

             Both secretly and openly.

             Secretly, when you would see him around KCCG, and like a beautiful flower in the garden, you couldn’t fight the urge to capture its beauty, it was the same for Taehyung. Openly, when you were assigned to do a meeting report or any reports in general that required you to include pictures of the related event, or when the magazine companies would like to feature KCCG as the front page, KCCG would – most of the time – send Taehyung and Jimin for it.

             “Let’s go…?” This was going down to your history book of the most awkward situation.

             The charming smile of his sent your heart to drum fast in your chest and butterfly wilding in your stomach.

             “After you.” Gentleman.

             “Table for two, please.” You told the waitress with a polite smile.

             She led you and Taehyung to a table. You noted how redness covered her cheeks and ears. Assuming it must’ve been because of Taehyung, you could only laugh to yourself. She probably has a crush on the male investigator with the way she was openly gawking at him with a dreamy look while taking the order. Taehyung was popular in Korea due to his career and his look. He received attention everywhere he went.  

             An order of Samgyeopsal and Jokbal was placed, and the girl took her leave to the kitchen. You took off your long white coat and draped it over the chair next to you. Taehyung had chosen to sit on the opposite side, facing you. 

             As if that didn’t add up to your nervousness that has already reached its peak.

             You were left in KCCG formal innerwear: a turtleneck shirt, cargo pants, and platform boots, all in jet black. KCCG was very monotonous. You noticed Taehyung seemed to have taken off his coat as well. His innerwear was nothing different from yours except that he was wearing a pair of patent leather boots.

             This was the first time you had seen him without his coat.

             You have always seen him in that white coat. Given that he was under Director Jung’s division, you didn’t bump into him frequently – or else you would’ve had the chance to witness him in mission state. Rosé, however, was under the same division as him which explained her friendliness towards him.

             Come to think of it, this was the first time you were having a meal with Taehyung. Just the two of you. Of course, you have had dinners with him, but they were joined by your colleagues as well. Most of the time, it was just company dinners or some other celebrations. That, too, you never really try to talk to him during those occasions because you would either be with Jimin or your squad members.

             Squad was a very essential thing in KCCG, and it was divided into two categories, operation squad and mentoring squad. Operation squads usually consisted of powerful and strongest investigators derived from Special Cases, Associate Special Cases, and First Classes. This kind of squad was liable for disbandment as it was not a permanent group. Operation squads could exist due to any calling for it from the higher-ups and cease when the operation was finished, not subject to success or failure. 

             Mentoring squad was a permanent squad. Once a person earned the title of ghoul investigator after graduating from the training academy, he or she would be sorted into a squad. Squad sorting would be determined by the division directors’ evaluations. Once sorted into a squad, one was bound to stick in it forever unless changes were made. In any KCCG function, the seating plan was according to squads. It was a rare case for a squad to have changing members because if there were to be any problem, it was to be solved within the squad itself, according to the leader’s orders and commands.

             It was also a rare case for the higher-ups to be involved in the matter of squad and you happened to be one of the rare cases.

             “I heard Namjoon removed you from Jimin’s squad.”

             You looked at him with wide eyes, unsure as to how to reply to him.

             If that’s what you heard, then you aren’t wrong, was what you wanted to reply with but decided against it.

             Avoiding eye contact, you forced out a nod. Way too many people have come to you and asked that. You were getting sick of it. Most of them would continue to pin you as the problem. You didn’t have the heart to tell the truth… Just because. Taehyung only hummed as he leaned back into his seat with arms crossed on his chest. You squirmed in your seat uncomfortably under his gaze.

             “Jimin is my soulmate.” He announced suddenly. The charming, gentlemanly aura was long gone as it was now replaced with a cold, aloof character.

             His sudden disclosure about Jimin was met with a puzzled look on your face. “I… See?”

             It was his turn to look astounded. A hint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he continued. “I’m glad you are not in his squad anymore. You’re way too close to him for a childhood friend.”

             Blinking, you were very much confused but slowly, you asked, “Are you jealous…?”

             “What– Of course not!” He quickly retorted. “As if someone like you could make me jealous.”

             You badly wanted to roll your eyes but decided against it as you sighed. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea, but I have no desire for Investigator Park. I don’t have any feelings for him if that’s what you’re mad for…”

             “And I didn’t know you and Investigator Park are soulmates,” you awkwardly added as your hands fidgeted under the table. Never in your life would want to make someone feel insecure or be a threat to someone’s sacred bond and you most definitely didn’t want to be a homewrecker.

             You liked Taehyung, and you have a crush on him, but would you even call it a crush? You liked pretty things and he happened to be one of the world’s wonders.

             “I like pretty things.”

             “And? Why are you telling me that?”

             Because I feel the need to assure you in whatever way possible.

             You sighed. “Investigator Park is majestically pretty and so are you. It’s just a silly attraction, but I promise you I don’t have any romantic feelings for the two of you.”

             “Do you have a soulmate?” He suddenly asked.

             Taken aback, you blinked at him, “No.”

             The subtle look of shock didn’t go unnoticed by you, but he was quick to be apathetic. “Therefore, I don’t trust you.”

             “Up to you…” You looked away defeatedly with yet another sigh.

             You didn’t blame him for not trusting, honestly. You completely understood where he was coming from, but you would very much want to justify yourself with the fact that you’ve been with Jimin since kids and that if you have feelings for him, you would’ve been rejected before you could even confess. 

             Maybe that was why you didn’t justify yourself. Your reasons were not helpful to the situation at all.

             The Samgyeopsal and Jokbal you had ordered finally arrived along with a few bottles of Soju. The worker set up the grill and you immediately began to prepare to cook the meats. When the grill finally reached the desirable heat, you carefully placed each piece on top of the hot grill pan. Taehyung quietly helped you along as he got himself a pair of tongs.

             “You like photography?” He broke the silence with the sudden question.

             He seemed like the type of person that couldn’t handle quietness. You cast a side eye at him. He gave you a bored face as he jutted out his chin at the camera bag next to you. You slowly nodded but then you continued to cook up the meats when Taehyung fell silent again.

             “Show me your skill.” He finally spoke again after moments of silence.

             “What…” You gave him a dirty look. If it was someone else, you would’ve complied immediately, not questions. If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t have dared to do so, but Taehyung stopped wearing his gentleman mask. If he found no reason to be a gentleman around you, you surely should not have any reason to keep up with your good-girl image around him.

             Or at least that was what you told yourself.

             You got that unfamiliar sense of comfort around him. Although he was very much hostile towards you when he told you about Jimin, other than that, he treated you normally. You found yourself to be more expressive and open to him. It wasn’t Investigator V that was present here with you.

             It was Kim Taehyung.

             “My camera is full of your soulmate.”

             “You take pictures of me too.”

             “Is that a statement?”

             “Yes.”

             Surrendering, you put down your tongs. Your camera bag on your right was dark, hueless; black with your signature, and a small Lotus next to it, embedded in the fabric. It was given by Minghao as a birthday present for you. Taking the camera out of its shelter, you turned it on and searched for some pictures of him. 

             Truthfully, there were quite a number of his pictures in the camera. You thought you had transferred it to your computer. They were pictures of the latest photoshoot for KCCG weekly magazine. This week, Taehyung and his squad were featured in the magazine so, as you have been doing religiously, you attended the photoshoot. 

             You showed him the pictures. He casually took the camera away from your grasp. Well, he looked like he was experienced in holding a camera, so you didn’t panic. You picked up your tongs again as you continued cooking the meat and putting the cooked ones in your bowl and Taehyung’s as he mindlessly went through your camera’s gallery. 

             “Not bad,” Taehyung mumbled with a playful smirk tugging on his lips.

             Heat crept up to your face as you felt your face getting warm. Although that didn’t sound like a genuine compliment, it was the first feedback you ever received from someone that viewed your pictures. You let Jimin look through your gallery occasionally, but he never said anything about the pictures.

             Taehyung was intrigued. He was amazed by the pictures you have taken of him. Glancing at you through his lashes, he saw you smiling. An endearing smile as your eyes shone with a gleam of adoration. He caught himself smiling together with you but quickly wiped it away as he continued going through your camera until the end. There were pictures of Jimin's solo shoot for the 2nd Ward monthly magazine. 

             He always thought his soulmate would make a good model but after seeing your photos, maybe it was better Jimin wasn’t a model. The modelling industry would be under his feet instantly. Your pictures of him proved how majestically beautiful Jimin was. 

             Click!

             He heard a shot was taken. “What are you doing?”

             “Taking pictures of the food…?” You replied.

             He frowned as if you did something very offensive towards him. “Shouldn’t you include the person you’re eating with too?”

             Are you serious? “Whose rule is that?”

             “Mine.”

             Rolling your eyes, you continued to snap more pictures. “Shut up and eat before they get cold.”

             Taehyung brought the camera to his eye level. You were still busy trying to get the perfect angle and lighting for the pictures, and he silently clicked a photo.

             You looked perfectly flawless – or maybe it was just his skill or the camera.

             He slowly angled the camera to his eye level again as he intended to take another picture but as he was looking through the camera lens, you were already staring at him with a boring look. “Taking my pictures now?”

             “Jokes on you, I was taking pictures of the food.”

             “Jokes on you, do you think I’m stupid?” You retorted but couldn’t help the small laugh that followed shortly after. “Give that here.”

             He gave you puppy eyes, but you quickly turned him down as you narrowed your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he surrendered with a pout. He looked like a sad puppy as he picked up his chopsticks to himself some meats. 

             Bringing the camera to your eye, you prompted him. “Look here.” 

             Click!

             A picture of him munching on the meat, luscious lips pouting. The flavour of the meat burst in his mouth as he savoured the food, eyes widened in pleasure.

             You couldn’t contain your laugh as you reviewed the picture you just took. “You look cute.”

             If you weren’t so busy with the camera, you would’ve seen the way his eyes widened as blood rushed to his face, cheeks flushed from your compliment. He didn’t know why he reacted in such a way but something about you complimenting him so nonchalantly must’ve caught him off guard.

             The two of you continued bickering from him urging you to delete the pictures to you nagging about the foods getting cold because of the never-ending bickering and Taehyung that doesn’t seem to want to stop. You shoved pieces of meat together with lettuce into his mouth to shut him up. But as if that stopped him. He continued to babble to the point he drifted into some random topic. You only listened to him while you cook up more meats for him. 

             It was as if the two of you were close friends.

             Taehyung fed you meats in between his random speech and having food offered right in front of you, who wouldn’t open their mouth automatically? Surely not you, hence your lips parted every time food was offered to you by Taehyung. Sometimes, you would pick up the meat off the grill and immediately offer it to him after blowing away some steam. 

             It felt so natural.

             For him to feed you. For you to feed him. For you to listen to him as he went through from KCCG matter to some personal stories and random thoughts. 

             It naturally happened. 

             It naturally happened to the point you found yourself downing bottles of Soju mindlessly, definitely going over your drinking limit. You were a light drinker, but you didn’t care as you let the alcoholic drink continue to enter your system. 

             Taehyung looked at you. He was far from being drunk, for whatever reason. But he has the decency to remind you as he took away the bottle of Soju from your hand. “I think that’s enough of Soju for you, (Y/N).”

             You could only whine in response, grumpily picking up your chopsticks again and shoving a few leftover slices of meat into your mouth. 

             “Aigo, (Y/N),” a soft voice cooed. 

             Taehyung and you simultaneously turned towards the voice – even though you were not exactly functioning well, your sense was surprisingly still functioning and able to pick up your surroundings.

             You seemed to recognise the lady as you whined in response. “Ajumma…”

             It was probably the restaurant’s owner.

             “Let’s stop here, okay?” The old lady came next to you as she caressed your shoulders gently. You mumbled something inaudible for her old hearing as you put down your utensils. 

             The lady looked at Taehyung as she asked. “Are you her boyfriend?”

             “No, I’m her colleag–”

             “He’s my friend!” You exclaimed; your head whipped so fast as you looked at the lady next to you, index finger shushing over your lips. “Ajumma, he’ll get maaad if you call him my boyfriend. He already has a soulmate!” You whispered – more like trying to – the last sentence in her ears.

             “Pull yourself together, (Y/N).” Taehyung shook his head as he heaved a heavy sigh.

             “It’s not often I get to see her like this.” She told him after chuckling softly. “You must be a special friend to her.”

             “Special?” He repeated with pure confusion.

             This was the first time you and he were having dinner together. 

             “When she comes here with her friends, she never gets drunk.” She remembered the times when you would not drink even a sip of those alcoholic beverages as you stuck with your usual Cola. Even when one of your friends offered you to drink, the invitation was politely refused by you and for sure you must’ve felt really bad for rejecting it. “So, for her to get drunk in front of you, she must’ve really trusted you a lot.”

             Your arms found their way as you circled the old lady’s figure. “Ajumma, I want a soulmate, too…” The sound of melancholy was apparent in your voice and certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the lady and even Taehyung. 

             Sighing pitifully, she caressed your head, “You’ll meet the one soon, honey.”

             You must’ve been so lonely, she thought.

             Finding a soulmate in today’s world is very crucial, but not everyone would find one. They would make one. In a world where the ghouls roamed around and blended in with the humans, one out of ten ghouls would have human as their soulmates and ghoul soulmates as the humans’, but not everyone was willing and ready to commit to someone who was not of their kind or more like they could not risk it.

             There was a reason for the establishment of both CCG and KCCG, after all.

             They were an anti-ghoul organisation. 

             Humans were not to get along with ghouls as they were considered monsters and existed for nothing but to cause chaos. CCG and KCCG made it their main purpose to exterminate the whole existence of ghouls as per their motto, to create a better world for humans, free from any danger. 

             That was why some people make their own soulmates. Modern technology and medicine paved the way for people who wanted to choose their own soulmates or run away from the ill-fated soulbond. Although some people still preferred the traditional way and pain-free because the alternative way was said to be painful and time-consuming as one must go through many procedures in order for a new desired soul bond to be established. 

             Expensive too. 

             Your eyes closed as you mumbled with sorrow. “What if I already meet them? But I don’t feel any connection with Mingyu and Minghao, but I love them, and they love me.”

             The old lady tried to recall the guys you mentioned, and it clicked rather quickly given the number of times she had seen you with them. Indeed, you were very close to them. They treated you earnestly, lovingly, and caringly to the point she had thought they were your destined lovers, but you had explained before that they weren’t.

             It was hard for even the lady to fathom the fact that they weren’t your soulmates too because she knew for a fact that your relationship with them was definitely not a normal one.

             How could three souls be very loving and inseparable but not soulmates?

             The three of you were one piece that was separated into three.

             “They have to be my soulmates…” 

             Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched at your last sentence. The unexplainable urge to shut your mouth was clouding his mind, but at least you passed out now. He was not really a fan of the whole soulmate system although he already has his own soulmates. He liked to be free. Free from commitments. His soulmates gave him the freedom he wanted, of course, but at the end of the day, he was still in a relationship that required his commitment.

             Or at least that was what he thought.

             What was it that had you desiring soulmates so badly? 

             Couldn’t you just wait for them to naturally come to you?

             You looked so desperate and pathetic.

             “Poor kid,” the lady kindly supported your head that was resting on her. The soft and gentle caresses on the side of your head never ceased and it irked Kim Taehyung. He has the urge to push away that hand and replace it with his but for his own good sake, he held himself back. “Young man, you can go home if you want to, I can handle her.”

             Her free hand went beneath her apron as she rummaged through her pocket for something. “Let me try to call Mingyu or Minghao…”

             God, if Taehyung wasn’t so close to pushing that old woman off you.

             Does she think he wouldn’t have the least amount of decency to bring her back home after having dinner with you?

             Does she not trust him even though she mentioned him being a special someone for you?

             Of course not.

             He just had dinner with you.

             For the first time.

             And it was the first time the owner had seen you with someone other than Mingyu and Minghao. Even if there were someone else, she would’ve recognised.

             She doesn’t trust him.

             But then again, he doesn’t trust the old lady as well.

             “No, it’s fine,” Taehyung said with his box smile, fighting back a snarl. “I can get her home.” He doesn’t need to justify himself as his aura spoke for him. He rounded the table to get to your side and practically snatched you from the lady’s hold. 

             His voice held finality as well as his action.

             Taehyung gently manoeuvred you into wearing your coat. Outside was cold and windy, he wouldn’t want you to freeze to death before you could even reach your home. When he was done keeping you warm securely, he carefully carried you on his back. Luckily neither you nor Taehyung brought own Quinque because it would’ve been a pain in the neck to carry it along at this moment. 

             There was one thing that was still a problem.

             He didn’t know where you live.

             The night was cold as Taehyung carried you on his back. Wind marched into the chilly picture blowing like a sneezing monster, peeling off the brown cadaverous leaves from the strangled tree branches. The night would chill anyone down to the bone, but Taehyung remained unfazed as he strode in the cold weather.

             The cold night breeze blew on your face, making you nuzzle into Taehyung’s neck in search of some warmth. Your body had picked up the spine-chilling temperature despite your mind being hazy from the alcohol. After some more snuggling, failure in search of perfect warmth, your eyes fluttered open. 

             Taehyung has very acute senses, you have come to notice that. Perhaps it was due to his years of being a ghoul investigator, but it still didn’t fail to amaze you as he spoke the second your eyes blinked open. 

             “You’re so heavy.”

             Processing his word, you narrowed your eyes at him – although he couldn’t see you or if his peripheral vision was wide enough to see you, “Literally no one asked you to carry me!” You chided.

             “I’ll let you fall,” he voiced with a minatory voice and that shut you up immediately.

             “Put me down properly, dude,” you finally spoke again after minutes of silence. You’d rather walk than be carried by him knowing the fact that he could drop you off anytime. The thought of falling was very much not entertaining at this moment. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to let you down. “That gentleman image was just for show, was it?”

             “I’m glad you’ve realised,” he brushed you off as he continued walking, leaving you behind.

             One time he was bearable, another time he was nothing but an arsehole.

             You rolled your eyes, “Ever since you told me Investigator Park is your soulmate,” and caught up with him. You didn’t notice how Taehyung had already slowed down his pace as now he was sauntering. He was waiting for you to at least walk next to him instead of getting out of breath with just a few quick steps. A smug grin paint itself on his face as he heard you whining and maffling.

             It was only today and just now that Taehyung finally has a moment with you. Alone. He would occasionally see you with Rosé after the working hour or maybe he actually noticed you during the photoshoots but didn’t bring himself to give extra care about you. 

             Telling you that Jimin was his soulmate was just an excuse. Heck, even the whole dinner was just an excuse. He never wanted to have dinner with you, he would not want to. He had agreed to Rosé because he saw it as an opportunity: a chance to push you away from Jimin. You were the problem in Jimin’s squad. A hindrance. He was nothing but glad and elated when Namjoon had done him a favour of removing you from Jimin’s squad – not quite directly but the complaints were very helpful, and he was very thankful to whoever filed those complaints against you.

             But a dinner with you was fun.

             He hated to admit that.

             You felt like a friend to him.

             “Look, if you don’t want to carry me, let me at least cling on your arm for some support.” You huffed; arms crossed.

             A scoff escaped his lips as he gave you a side glance, “You sure are something when you’re drunk, (Y/N),” but he still offered you his arm.

             He shouldn’t have done that, right? He should yank his arm away from you.

             But that moment never came. He didn’t feel the supposed emotion of anger or hatred bubbling when he was with you. Not even during the dinner just now. He told himself he was supposed to piss you off, embarrass you, and watch as you run out of the restaurant crying your heart out, be it tears of anger, humiliation, or even grief for the broken heart.

             He wanted you away from his soulmate and him.

             You should just be with your alleged soulmate.

             Maybe your bond was broken.

             Maybe you were soulless.

             But why did all those thoughts stir uneasiness in him?

             “How come you’re not drunk in the slightest?” You asked. The question had come out as slurring.

             “Because who will take care of you when you’re drunk.” That came out as a natural response, he didn’t even think of constructing some believable lies.

             You loured. “Lies. You don’t care whether or not I get drunk, and you certainly don’t care about the aftermath. You simply don’t get drunk.” 

             For one you were definitely sharp, he thought.

             Shrugging, he said in a boring tone. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

             You heard his tone, of course. So, you took it as a cue to shut your drunk self. Your tired eyes travelled down to the ground, watching as your steps matched with Taehyung’s. He definitely slowed down his pace. A small smile involuntarily tugged on your lips. Taehyung was soft despite the cold persona he had presented to you when he told you about Jimin. He was a guy overflowing with emotions but didn’t have a way to express them or at least had trouble doing so, hence he opted to suppress those emotions.

             Heaviness started to gather on your eyelids as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Your pace was becoming slower, and Taehyung noticed the drag. He slightly turned to look at you only to see you sleeping. Eyes closed, your eyelashes lay like veils upon your cheeks, lips slightly parted, and regulated and calm pattern on breathing. 

             You look divine.

             And if people were to pass by, they would think Taehyung was in love.

             “(Y/N)?” A voice thick with an accent called, drawing only Taehyung’s attention as you passed out again. A blondie. 

             Another voice jumped in, sounding very excited. “It’s really you!” A brunette. 

             Japanese?

             “Ah, she’s drunk,” The brunette said.

             The first voice that had called you turned to Taehyung, giving a slight bow, “Oh, sorry,” she apologised. “Are you (Y/N)’s boyfriend…?”

             You mumbled something gibberish and clung even harder to Taehyung’s arm, going as far as burying and hiding your face. Probably protecting your face from the harsh and cold wind. 

             “…n – not my boyfriend… I have boyfriends – Mhmph…” You were mumbling in Japanese as if your brain picked up the surroundings but not really functioning accordingly. He heard you clearly albeit it might sound gibberish to the others.

             “Ming…yuuu,” you slurred.

             And Taehyung decided he had enough of your shit.

             His hands immediately found the back of your knees as he scooped you into his arms causing a yelp to escape your throat but despite the sudden force, you still didn’t come to your sense, mind was still heavy and clouded by the bottles of Soju you just had. 

             He made a mental note to not let you drink anymore.

             Anymore?

             Would there be a next time? Was he hoping for another dinner with just you?

             “I apologise but she’s really out of it today,” pardoning on your behalf, the foreign language was fluent on Taehyung’s tongue as he put on his gentleman mask. “Are you perhaps her friends?”

             “Yes,” she answered enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen (Y/N) this drunk!”

             For a fact, this brunette looked really fascinated by you.

             The elegant-looking blondie pulled back her thrilled friend by her shoulder, whispering something that made the brunette’s eyes widen like plates. She backed a few steps from you and Taehyung but still, a sweet smile plastered on her face.

             The blonde cleared her throat, “We do not wish to hold you back any longer,” she said with the greatest formality and politeness she could muster. It sounded extremely formal in the language they were conversing in: Japanese.

             “We’ll meet again, Investigator V,” she bowed slightly, her smile wore the softest smile, but Taehyung could never overlook the mischievousness that shone in her eyes that was quick to disappear as fast as it had appeared. The girls then walked past Taehyung and you, heading towards the opposite way of where he was planning to head.

             Once your friends were completely out of the radar, Taehyung looked down at your sleeping face and then up ahead. He stood there for a solid two minutes before his lips slowly tugged into a smirk. “So, I wasn’t wrong…”

             “They are the transferred investigators.” He mused to himself.

             Namjoon had mentioned that CCG will station a few of their investigators at KCCG. He didn’t expect to have met them informally like that, but he most definitely didn’t expect them to blow their cover like that. He was grateful for his sharp sense.

             “What a shocking information, (Y/N),” he muttered under his breath. “You’re friends with ghouls.” 

             CCG has no reason to station ghouls in KCCG.

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