Edge Of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 5- Straight to Video

"All aboard, hit the road All the bullshit can't be ignored It's hard to place in my face, no emotion."

They really didn’t have much time to decompress and analyze the details of their recent adventure until they started docking maneuvers at the spaceport: Dragon’s Den. The spaceport had been around for as long as some could remember as it dated back to when the area was first colonized. However, the inhabitants varied just as greatly as the stars in the sky as it was a haven for most merchants and others looking to do their business. Jin briefed them on who it was that they were heading to see, walking and talking as they made their way down a corridor.

“Min Yoongi is a big-time Broker. He deals with all kinds of things: weapons, parts and even a person or two. Though I will say that he doesn’t slave trade and that’s good enough for me. He owes me and Jungkook a couple of favors so we should be able to get your parts but I don’t know long it’s gonna take.”

Nyala looked over his profile that Jungkook put together for her, the compact viewing device beeping quietly as she scrolled through it. He looked fairly human by all standards but Yoongi was actually a member of a species called the Agma, iris’ as black as the vacuum of space and having some psionic abilities that were exceptionally strong in the pure-blood families. Another way to tell them apart from humans was some of the dots near their eyes, resting high on their cheekbones. Most would mistake them for moles or other disfigurations but the more that one had signaled how old they were.

Nyala had to wonder what was one of those pure-blood family members doing all the way out there, having his own business?

They all approached a mansion, guards everywhere and even having to surrender their own weapons as they entered the building. The inside was lined with various things such as art, vases and other contemporary objects that would have fetched a great price. They, sadly, were not there to shop or even contemplate the various pieces as they kept up the brisk pace through the mansion. The guards escorted them directly to Yoongi’s office, some even giving them a look of disdain as they walked. Still, they arrived without incident and entered the spacious room to wait on the Broker himself. When he arrived, Vairuit and Nyala found him to be a bit short and not at all how they’d imagined him. He also arrived with a fair looking man, one that seemed to be softer and kinder than the Broker.

“Yes, I’m kind of short but I’m still taller than most people.”

The curt and grumbling voice that came out of the Broker seemed to be a stark contrast to his features. His partner smiled for him, however. He gave a bow to the guests and gestured for them to take a drink.

Vairuit eyeballed the pair of them before slowly making her way over to the table, something that was making the Mao unsettled about either one of them. Nyala could feel the same thing coming from one or the other but she chose not to partake in the liquor like the others and also preferring to hold her tongue about that fact. Yoongi’s black eyes bore into Nyala, one of the few that didn’t back away from her red gaze. He stared at her for a solid minute before he spoke up again, arms crossed as he surveyed the rest of them.

“So, you brought fuckin’ pirates to my sector. I’ve already had multiple requests to capture you and sell you out. From both sides. ” He walked out from behind his desk and stood directly in front of Nyala, unbothered by anything. “So give me a good reason to not turn you in and no--Jin, your favors don’t count in this instance.”

He tossed out the last part to the pilot over his shoulder who protested quite loudly and quite rapidly. Vairuit started to growl lowly at the threat and he tossed the Mao a silencing look, not that it did much good as she stared him down just as he had done to the Ifrit before. Before a fight could break out, Jin and Nyala both attended to him with her finally silencing the entire room.

“Fine but what I am about to tell you will put you in even more danger than just a few requests .” Yoongi grunted and signaled for her to continue talking as he made his way back to his desk, taking a seat. Nyala raised her arm, the apparatus on her arm glowing as she pushed buttons. Finally, she threw out her hand and a hologram appeared of a body. Arrows and lines pointed to several parts of the body as it rotated for all to see.

“This is a Bio-Android, designation TLS0B7. I took her from the pirates, along with this ship,” She waved her hand again and the schematics for the ship appeared, “This is the Antares . Both the Android and the ship work in tandem as a complex warship and navigation system. However, the pirates want both back in order to feed their delusions of making it to a place that cannot be piloted to via normal means. To get there, they must traverse and decode a path left behind by a group called the Ancients.”

Another wave of her hand and both the schematics for the Android as well as other information popped up side by side. Pictures and words floated around for them to read, showing all the information that she had collected. Yoongi was absorbing all the information, head resting in his hands in thought. The rest all gathered around the presentation as well, fascinated with what was being presented there. She gave them all a minute to continue to look things over before continuing on with what she was explaining to them all.

“The Demon Armada is convinced that the combo of the Android and the ship will lead them down the 13 Paths of the Dragon to the center of this system. According to them, they believe everything is connected and will lead them to this one particular ‘Holy Place’. In this place, anything is possible or achievable and they want to use this to obtain absolute power.”

Yoongi scoffed at her last few words, looking over at Jungkook. He, in turn, stared back and made no other noise otherwise. Jin noticed this exchange and cleared his throat, stepping up to the diagram.

“So you’re saying that they want to use this Android and ship to get to a place that nobody can get to? Based on a religion? That seems a bit far fetched .”

“I realize how this sounds but the reason I know as much as I do is because I used to be one of them.” Several people sucked in a breath at the declaration but she held up a hand, “However, the reason I was recruited was because of my extensive knowledge of the antithesis to their power: Majik. I am one of the few surviving Priestess’ that practice this art and can develop Curse Bullets.”

She reached in her coat to reveal the black gun and several of the bullets. Yoongi suddenly jumped up at the sight of the weapons, making his companion look at him in alarm as well as Jungkook. She placed one such bullet on Yoongi’s desk, Jungkook coming over to view the object himself. Nyala waved a hand and the bullet flashed blue, turning hot in his hand as it rattled on the desk. With another wave, it became still and left a scorch mark on the wood when Jungkook picked it up. The both of them looked at each other, volumes weighing down the silence between them. Even Vairuit eyeballed what they had, a look of concerned interest etched all over her features.

“However, this is the extent of my knowledge about their operations. In the escape, both the Android and the Antares were both damaged as I was heavily out-gunned. I was nothing but a researcher and captive until an opening came about. I would not want lives torn apart over something I could prevent, so taking them seemed like the best option.” She pushed another button and the hologram cut out, a weight almost being lifted off her chest. The companion walked up to Nyala and took one of her hands, smiling at her. She felt her body relax under his gaze before jerking her hands away from him.

“I’m sorry you went through so much. Please allow us to help you. I am Park Jimin.”

Yoongi nearly choked on air when Jimin proclaimed their help, sputtering his defiance at what he said. Jin clapped him on the shoulder, grinning before looking over at the desk that held a groaning mess. Yoongi rubbed his face aggravatedly before falling silent again, mulling everything over that had been presented to him. Vairuit chewed on a fingernail as she watched them all, going over everything herself. She hadn’t thought about some of the old teachings in a while but she didn’t expect a version of them to slap her in the face in the midst of a job. She certainly didn’t expect to sign up for a crusade, either.

Suddenly, there was a beep that brought them all back to the reality at hand. Yoongi almost punched it, barking out his displeasure at being interrupted. The voice informed them that more messages were being sent in, all of them getting more and more agitated as they went along. The last one promised that he would be dealt with should he not give up the fugitives within the next two days. He scoffed again, something akin to a laugh as he told the receptionist to delete them all. Sitting back down at his desk, he placed his head in one of his hands as he propped himself upon the arm of the chair. With a sly grin, the Broker eyeballed the lot of them again before making his decision.

“Give me a list of all the parts you need and Jimin, stop making our guests uncomfortable. I have a feeling we’re about to partake in an adventure again.” He pushed another button and a screen popped up, showing another person who stood at attention. “Hey, you. I’m feeling bored so I’m going to take the business abroad. In two days, I’m leaving so have whatever parts I send you ready before then.”

The person chirped their reply before the communication was terminated. Jin groaned at his words and whipped around to face him.

“Look, we appreciate you and all your business but-”

“But what? You don’t want me? Sorry, I’m going too. Investments and all..” Yoongi gave Jin a wicked grin before turning back to the others, daring them to say anything else. Even Nyala had to back down from that stare. The journey forward was about to become an even more interesting one.

No Words, pt 3

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smutty AF. 

Words: 1545

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She was not OK.

This was not OK.

What are you doing?! She admonished herself as Taehyung nudged her face. The subtle motion changing the direction of her mouth as she turned away. The heat of his breath caressed her cheek. He had one hand holding both of her wrists captive above her head as the other hand slid down along the curve of her body. He pulled her against him until their hips collided.

The sensation of her against him, the friction of their bodies squeezing his cock just enough. He hissed against her neck. The low throaty sound he made sent shivers down her spine. “Taehyung, we..can’t.” She hesitated as his lips dragged along the column of her neck. She kept saying they shouldn’t, that they couldn’t - but her body had other ideas.

Taehyung’s palm massaged and gripped her ass, pulling her hard against him. She made another sound as he found that sweet little spot. His hips rotated into her as he pulled her leg up and around his waist.

12 Floors left.

He leaned into that rotation and felt her shudder against him. There was a look of triumph on his face as her eyes rolled shut. She was breathing heavy, and he could feel her pulse throbbing under his teeth. She bucked against him as he bit down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Those long fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, holding her in place.

He angled her just right, her arousal throbbing against his. The friction was delicious, and she was going insane. Beads of sweat trickled, burning a path down her neck into the dip of her shirt. The other hand released her to tuck against the wide expanse of her hips. He held her just under a breast. His fingers digging into her ribs as he continued to push and rotated against her.

Faster.

Lips, teeth, and tongue dragged in all directions against her neck. Taehyung was going to explode, he was sure of it. He was going to spontaneously combust in this elevator. He leaned his body further as he lifted the other leg. On instinct, she wrapped them around his waist. She had tried to bite back the noises that she wanted to make.

But when he got her hefted up? When her legs wrapped around his waist, and the extended, thick, girthy definition of his cock pressed against the moisture pooling on the other side of her pants? She dug her nails into his back as he shifted against her again. Dark eyes looked up from the shadow of a hoodie, committing that face, the voice to memory. Her mouth fell open on a sing-song moan. Taehyung stopped for just a moment as he watched her face. He saw what he was doing to her, and it made his knees weak.

9 Floors left.

More.

Their gazes connected as he trembled on the edge of his restraint. She was disheveled, hair slipped from its usual bun. Her shirt sinking off one shoulder shining with his saliva. The shadow of cleavage caused his throat to dry. They could feel the throb connecting them - and they each had the same thought.

Could they get their pants off fast enough? Dare they try?

“Tae. We’ve gone too far.” Her voice was husky, lust-filled, and she felt him twitch between her legs.

“I don’t care.” He growled, hips shifting into that space between her legs. She could feel him thumping against her clit through her pants. She inhaled as her hips jerked in his hands. A futile attempt at slapping his shoulders as her eyes rolled again. Before she could say anything else? His lips were on hers, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. The sweep, dance, and tangle of their lips drowned out the shuffle of fabric.

She grabbed the metal bar behind her to hold herself upward. One hand dug into his back as he picked up speed. She wanted to keep up the lie - so badly. She wanted nothing more than to pretend that she hadn’t been thrilled by that kiss. That she hadn’t thought about the what-ifs of that night.

Her focus was on her job - and the success of the tour. Because this would open the door to her future. She didn’t need anything like this to happen - especially with one of the members.

7 floors left.

Her mind went blank as he moaned into her mouth. Her body responded as she dragged her hips against the cock throbbing against her sex. There were four layers of dark fabric, keeping them from being completely reckless.

Her hips undulated as they devoured each other in ravenous kisses. He grunted as fingers dug possession into her skin. Her ankles locked behind him as she lost herself to the moment. The elevator walls dripped condensation as if it was a nervous voyeur to the heated scene unfolding.

5 floors left.

God, if he could just….

….there was too much fabric.

She bit into his bottom lip, and Taehyung grabbed the bar to support himself. Before he realized it, she was pushing herself against him. She was the aggressor as her hands locked behind his neck. There was a look of absolute determination on her face. She was close and determined to reach the finish line.

He could feel the quiver of energy, tightening the muscles in his groin. It felt like all the energy in his body pooled in his gut.

3 floors left.

She moaned his name like a sacred prayer to god’s long dead. Taehyung saw stars as he came in a furious, messy, rush inside his pants. She felt him pulsing against her clit as she followed him. Her hips pushed into his, and they throbbed, wet, and panting against each other.

He kissed her in an attempt to swallow her moans, trading breaths - they paused at the sound of voices getting louder.

Ding.

There were random tourists ready to head out into the night. Taehyung lowered his head as he pushed out of the elevator. They separated just in time to collect themselves before the doors opened. She smiled brightly, shuffling out of the elevator as the people stepped inside. There was a mild look of curiosity as they spied the moisture on the elevator walls.

The doors closed, leaving the two of them in awkward silence. She pushed that wealth of dark curls back into a soft puff. He was staring at her as she adjusted her shirt. He could already see the beginnings of a purple forming on the surface of her skin. Taehyung’s lips lifted upward in the slightest of smirks.

She still had that hooded haze in her eyes, the throes of orgasmic bliss still visible in the dilation of her pupils. He felt the blood surge straight into the beginning of another erection. He couldn’t help but grab himself as her eyes met his.

“G-goodnight, Taehyung.” Her voice was still husky, throaty. A thick swallow as she turned in the opposite direction, on wobbly legs, and made her way to the other side of the floor. He watched her rub the back of her neck, smooth her hands over her hips. His head tilted at the sway of her ass, the calculated steps to stay upright.

He licked his lips and watched her as she disappeared.

I should get it over with. I should just…go to her room…

He snapped his teeth as the prickle in his skin told him otherwise. She was right - he was overheating. He turned in the opposite direction toward his room. He hadn’t had enough to eat, and he could feel it. Tae struggled to stay upright as he fumbled for his keycard. He shouldered the door open, letting it close behind him. The suitcase felt like a two-ton weight behind him. His palm dug into his eye socket as he eyed the tray of food waiting for him.

He tugged off the hoodie and tossed it into a chair. His nostrils flared at the scent that filled the air. Fingers locked into the waist of his sweats and he dared a peek. The moist spot in his underwear, the sticky residue dribbling against his abdomen - proof. It wasn’t a dream. He twitched at the thought of a face. His head fell back as his eyes closed. He was sure he’d break his record tonight. Taehyung was ready to go for number two until his bathroom door opened.

“Hyung..” Taehyung’s eyes went wide as he turned around. The waist of his pants snapped against his skin, causing him to groan. “…What took you so long?” Taehyung’s thick swallow wasn’t lost on the maknae.

Jungkook had a hand on a towel wrapped hip. Freshly showered, a smaller towel drying strands of his dark hair. He gave a short sniff as Taehyung stared at him as if he’d seen a ghost. The maknae smirked, moving closer to his best friend.

“You know I hate when you make me wait, Tae.” The maknae narrowed dark eyes that trailed down the length of Taehyung’s body.

…and the tight grip that Tae had on the erection tenting his pants.

Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 6- New Divide

"I remember black skies, the lightning all around me. I remember each flash as time began to blur."

“Look, if I get one more goddamn message about either the Federation or the Pirates--I’m going to shoot you my own damn self.”

Yoongi growled at the screen while Jimin laughed like it was an everyday occurrence. Jin was overseeing the loading of his ship while Jungkook and Vairuit were making that the load was correct. They had gotten all the parts that they could ever need, plus some for the new ship that Nyala was taking them all to. They all had protested that Yoongi and Jimin shouldn’t go but they wouldn’t hear any of it and even the beautiful Jimin said that they would need someone with his skills once they got there. And Yoongi didn’t go anywhere major without him, so it was a deal for the both of them. Even Jin had complained that there wasn’t enough room for all of them but he was overpowered by the quiet man.

Now it was reaching Zero Hour for them and they had all kinds of people asking for the others, hoping to either collect the bounties on each of them or to get them off the station before real trouble happened upon them. Still, keeping the attention on them instead of the ship was smarter since they were finishing up. Getting out of there, however, would be the main problem as the entire area was flooding with both sides hoping to get a piece of the prize.

Yoongi had thought of that, a grin forming on his face as he placed everyone where he wanted them. It helped that he had such a network of connections and such everywhere he went, which meant that there were some that were fulfilling favors for him. They would be the decoys while they all got away, a simple plan that nobody would expect. After all, one expected the lot of them to blast their way out but any damage to the station would put others at risk. Another reason why both sides didn’t just fire upon it because it was integral to operations for both of them. Still, they laid in wait for them to come out of hiding because they couldn’t just sit there forever--and they were right.

The last of the cargo was secured in place when Jin took to the comms, letting them know that the ship was ready to go. The Broker then broke his silence to let the others know that they were proceeding with his plan, to cause a little chaos inside the station. Soon after, reports started to file in as Jimin caught them of the Outlaw’s last stand inside the station. It was the signal that the troops from the Federation would flood in and then the Pirates because they just couldn’t let them catch their prize. All the while, the group would take the safety junctions through the core of the station to the docks where the ship was waiting on them. It wasn’t as quick as going the direct route but it would see them there with as little conflict as possible.

Upon reaching the ship, Jin started on a tirade about how nobody cared for him and that all he was good for was to get them out of trouble. Everyone took places with Jimin taking Nyala’s place at the station she was previously at. He eased her away from it, a small smile on his face as she stepped aside--unsure about what to do in that situation.

The takeoff procedure was easy enough for them but it was getting through the ships. The space station wasn’t too far from an asteroid field, keeping the defenses of the station busy at all times with the number of stray asteroids that would head that way. Jin had been eyeballing a trajectory since things started to be loaded on the ship. He only had a few options but the field would be the best plan if they were to escape and get to subspace Drive. He just didn’t tell anyone about his plan of attack because he could only hear the opposition that would occur and he didn’t need to be distracted while getting them out of there. Once the ship made its way towards the asteroid field, that was when the concerned voices started to sound off. Even Jimin voiced his opinion about the action but Jin turned around in his seat and eyeballed them all.

“Look, this is our best chance of getting the fuck out of here so if anyone’s got anything else to say about my piloting skills--then they are welcome to take over. It’s either the field or the Armada.”

He waited for a second as silence filled the area before turning back around, resuming what he was doing before the protests broke out. He called out for Jimin to give him assistance, the other man hanging onto every word. The both of them moved at unnatural speeds as the ship sped towards the asteroid field, the words barely leaving Jin’s lips as Jimin was already punching it in. Unfortunately, there were ships that had caught onto to their plan and boldly followed them into the field. Yoongi yelled at Jin to slow down while Jungkook and Vairuit were busy blasting the rocks away from the ship. Nyala decided to help as she started to chant again, the energy gathering all around her before she released it. It sunk into the ship and Jimin reported that shields were actually gaining power because of it.

Jin weaved in and around the asteroids, dodging like he was made of something liquid. There were a few scrapes, a few bumps that just couldn’t be helped but he made it past the field and onto the other side with a victorious yell. The ship sailed right on through and started to prep for the jump to subspace, mere seconds after it was all clear. They wasted no time in getting out of there, leaving the battered ships behind them.

Once at subspace, they all breathed a sigh of relief--relaxing a bit as they took in their new freedom. Jin turned around in his seat and blew Jimin a kiss, who laughed and shook his head. Vairuit jumped up and suddenly ran to the back, where some of the cargo was stashed and brought back some glasses as well as a bottle of liquor. She grinned at everyone, knowing that she had placed it there when Jin wasn’t looking. They couldn’t really deny her the drink as the entire ordeal had been grating on their nerves.

So a drink they had.

It would be at least three days and two jumps to get to where they needed to go, another asteroid field that held an abandoned station. It was once a spaceport--until the planet nearby was destroyed. Some said that the Pirates had done the deed while others said that something had crashed into it, causing it to break up into pieces. The inhabitants had long fled the system, integrated with other parts of society in the System but the wreckage was still there. Still able to be used if one had the guts to do so and they did. The field wasn’t as dense as the one that they had gone through but it still posed some dangers.

Later on, Nyala had wandered into the cargo hold to inspect the crate that she had brought along. Her device beeped at her, varying symbols popping up as she ran tests to make sure that the cryosleep still held her in there. She didn’t notice that there had been someone behind her as she did so, more focused on her task at hand. Jimin was curious to see what it was that Yoongi had been talking about with Jungkook and Vairuit didn’t know too much about it either. Jin was more concerned about everything else that he didn’t want to bother him. So he went straight to the source.

“Miss Nyala, may I have a moment?”

Nyala almost jumped, never hearing or sensing him come up. She had been on edge about him since the moment she laid eyes on him, unsure of what it was that made her that way. Was it the fact that he just looked too nice, too innocent for his line of work or the company he keeps? Or was it something underneath that ran along the currents of their everyday lives that she was picking up on? She nodded, giving him more room in the cargo hold as she continued on with what she was doing. He peered at the device before looking up at her then to the crate, his words caught on the tip of his tongue as he chose his words carefully--like he always did.

“This crate contains the Bio-Android, yes?” A nod from Nyala signaled him to continue, “Do you think that the Pirates really will abuse her when they take her for their means?”

Nyala paused, hoping that would never happen but there was one thing that she was certain of. And that was the belief that the Armada held such strong beliefs that they would go through great lengths to achieve what they were looking for.

“Yes. And they will stop at nothing to get her and the ship we’re headed to. I understand if this is all too much.” She started to punch some buttons on the device when his hand was suddenly on her arm. His hand was gentle yet still had a firm grip there, for support. She put the device down and looked at him thoughtfully, eyes still red like embers under a dying fire.

“I don’t want that to happen to her. I am… familiar with her struggle and I care not to have the same thing that happened to me--happen to her. If Yoongi will not stay and help, then I will break myself off to help all of you along. No person should be a slave or put through something they wish to not happen.”

His soft words became bitter at the end, a glimpse of his true self breaking through the mask that he always carried. Nyala saw the paths of this man, in that moment and took a moment to realize something that she had neglected to analyze herself. The paths that they were all to tread, how they were all being gathered there. There must have been something more about their meetings than met the eye. She smiled at him, one hand reaching up to pat his cheek before announcing that she was fine. There was no damage and everyone was truly safe.

For the moment.

No Words - pt 2

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Dirty. 

Words: 2190

A/N - This is where you start praying to Namjesus. It goes downhill..or is it uphill? From here. 

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This was the most grueling assignment she could have received. She wouldn’t regret one single moment of it. How could she? A music lover who had drowned herself in every genre she could from a young age. It had been a dream to intern with the company responsible for BTS’ current tour.

It had been an even bigger shock when she was allowed to work alongside the production team. That one tour, turning into two tours that spanned the globe. She wound up living out of a suitcase, surviving on coffee, 4 hours of sleep a day, and more recipes to spread out cup ramen than she’d ever imagined.

She was still the odd girl on staff, unfortunately. She stuck out like a sore thumb where-ever they went. For one thing, she was taller than most of the females on the team. Let’s not get started on the males.

She tried to make herself as small as possible and failed miserably. The darker skin complexion, curly hair, and blue eyes gave her away. She was dependable, prompt, and thought outside the box. She learned to communicate thanks to the patient staff, lots of apps, and tenacity.

She didn’t like being obvious - but what could be done? It was always easy to find her. When she missed home, they’d find her in a kitchen in the wee hours of the morning reliving Southern and family comfort foods. Let’s just say there was an even trade of food culture.

But, like with any dream situation - there’s always something that threatens to ruin its perfection.

Sometimes it wasn’t a situation - sometimes it was a person. That person happened to be one Kim Taehyung.

30 days post kiss.

Everything was seemingly normal! They had avoided being caught by staff that night. There was a lot of alcohol consumed that night. These things happen, right? She kept telling herself that as the month zipped by. There were still moments that she could swear, his eyes lingered too long in her direction.

There was no awkward behavior between them. Everything was fine.

45 days post kiss.

Comeback season was in full swing. The schedules were tight and to the second. The boys were exhausted, and it showed. People kept energy bars, drinks, and towelettes on them at all times. Wipe sweat, coax a bite, a sip, offer the fan, and encouragement. It was hard to see them like this, practically wilting the moment they were out of the view of fans. The weather wasn’t making anything easy, either. It was sweltering and humid, and even she found herself with spare batteries to keep that small fan going. Her hair was pushed into a messy, frizzy, puff atop her head.

“Fuck this weather.” She growled softly. Tugging at the linen shirt, threatening to cling at the collarbone. She heard a beep through her headset, denoting the count time for end shots. The countdown echoed as they listened to the calls for a job well done. The Army wished them well with cries, cheers, and waves of the army-bombs.

80 days post kiss.

The boys kept smiles, waves, and proper idol etiquette on display until they disappeared beyond the staff doors. That door closed, and it was pandemonium. They were either bent over with hands-on knees, sliding down to the floor against walls, or leaning on a staff member. Everyone was sweating, there was no escape from it. 

The fact that she wound up under Taehyung’s arm with another member didn’t matter. They were panting, hot, and suffering signs of dehydration. She could see their pulses throbbing in their necks. 

“We need to cool them down.” The head PD came in with towels wrapped around ice-packs. There was a flurry of motion to get them out of layered outfits. Luckily, they had a desperately needed two-day break. 

It took an hour to get them hydrated, calm, and mobile. 

Everything went off without a hitch. Everything was seeming...normal.

Taehyung held a bottle of cold water against his neck. The world passed by in a hazy blur as they made their way back to the hotel. His head seemed to loll to the side. The city lights flickered in his gaze. The fabric of his sweats bunched in his hand, the only thing keeping him lucid. 

His nostrils flared as he tilted his head to the side, her scent still there. He could again feel her skin against his from under her shirt. The trail of sweat along the column of her neck, he remembered it visibly. It gave her a glow, a sheen - a brilliance, even. They had been too busy for him to make any moves. 

The shadows played along her skin, a peek of cleavage had him gulping the rest of his water down. He pulled the hoodie over his head and let the sound of the drive lull him to sleep. The fresh air in the van was enough to ease his frazzled nerves.

90 days post kiss. 

The night blurred into a stumbling trip to his room. His clothes were haphazardly tossed to the floor as he pushed into the bathroom. He wanted the shower to rid himself of the day. He tried to lay naked on his bed and sleep. Taehyung ran his fingers through waterlogged strands of hair. The shower was hot enough to ease his muscles. His hands braced against the wall as the shower pelted his skin. 

Massaged his skin? A groan slipped from his mouth at the sensation of fingers, kneading the knots from his shoulders. Fingers? Foreign hands. Small hands. “I don’t know who you are, bu-...” He whipped around, pressing against the shower wall. There wasn’t a chance to finish the sentence. Taehyung’s nostrils flared as his lips were captured. 

His fingers slid against smooth skin, the taste of peaches, and the soft mouth that tangled with his own. The kiss broke as he pulled back, confused. “N-noona?” Her lips formed a heart as she smiled. Her arms slid around his neck as he dared to let his hands settled into the wet nakedness of her body. 

Her head tilted up to him, “Kiss me again, Taehyung.” 

When did the shower get hot? There was so much steam. He could scarcely make out his own hand in front of his face. It was better than the first time. Nothing was holding them back. She didn’t try to stop as his tongue pressed against hers. The scrape of his nails against the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer. She was so soft, responsive, as he pushed his hips into her. 

Perfect. 

Everything about her, to him, was perfect. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his teeth. The length of him pushed between her legs as he shuddered at the clench of her thighs around him. His fingers dug into her skin as tongue and teeth nibbled, licked, and marked her. The heat didn’t bother him at all. She clung to him as he pushed between the squeeze of her thighs. He was going insane with want. His hands slid over her ass, and he pulled her against him. The squelching noises as he slipped between the folds of her sex, not entering - Not yet. All he had to do was angle himself, just a little. She bit into his collarbone, and he knew there’d be a mark.

Taehyung didn’t care, not one bit. He spun her into the corner pinning her hips. She bit her lip as their eyes locked. He tilted his hips down, just so, causing the throbbing head of his cock to slip between those folds. Finally. Finally.

His tongue swept his lips as he held her firm. His whole body trembled with the effort to maintain control as he slipped upward.

…and inward.

“V.” A breathy, far away sound.

His brow furrowed as she repeated it. “V.”

There was a sudden flash of cold air that nipped at his ankles. “V!”

Taehyung sat up too quickly in the back of the van. The staff member had tried calling to wake him up. But, the side door opening and the violent shaking did the trick.

“G’damnit?!” He growled, snatching his arm away from the staff member.

“Sorry, V. I called you for ten straight minutes, and you didn’t move.” The guy looked crestfallen at his reaction. Tae ran his hands through his hair, thankful for dark clothing.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I’m just…I’m exhausted.” The PD nodded softly, moving to the side to let the taller man out.

“Just get upstairs and get some rest. We’ll send the usual up.” The PD clapped Tae on the shoulder with a sad smile and made his way inside. Taehyung’s dark eyes narrowed as he was left, momentarily, alone.

His hands were jammed deep into the front pocket of his hoodie. He was doing everything he could to keep that massive erection hidden. Everything was painful - the air, breathing, the clothing against his skin; all of it pissed him off. He held his cock in one hand, under cover of his hoodie, pulling his bag behind him with the other. He just needed to make it to his room.

Tae got his room key from the front desk and made his way to the elevator. He rolled in, slamming the keycard against the reader. The elevator dinged as the doors began to close. He groaned as his head slammed into the back elevator wall. He could feel his pulse in his hands as he squeezed himself.

“Hold on a sec!” A voice, far away, called out as the elevator began to squeeze shut. Taeyung turned around to face the corner, trying to school his face into something less malicious. The door popped open for a hot second and was allowed to close. “Thanks for -” A female voice began cheerfully before pausing. “…V, is that you?”

Taehyung’s nostrils flared at the sound of that voice. His eyes popped open to catch her reflection, full of trepidation, in the silver of the elevator interior. The look he shifted over his shoulder caused her to press into the corner of the already small space. She suddenly noticed the length of his fingers as they wrapped around the bar lining the wall. It had been three months since that kiss. She had been doing everything in her power to avoid being alone with him.

The subtle way, of course. She dipped in, making sure to say her piece and evacuate the area. Business as usual; everything normal.

And yet, it wasn’t.

She found herself staring at the resource monitors too long. There were times she could feel him staring her down from afar. It made her skin itch. The sound of beeping was so loud in the silence of that elevator.

“Yah, Noona.” He turned to face her leaning back against the cold metal wall. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” She furrowed her brow as he looked at her from the fringe of his bangs. “This isn’t a dream, right?”

“V …are you alright? You don’t look so good.” They had all been suffering from this late-season heat. The night time cool-down had been a welcome relief. She ignored the alarms ringing in her head as she moved forward to place a hand on his forehead. “Jesus, you’re still burning up.”

Her hand was soft, cold, and real. Tae could smell the heat of her again. That scent of sweet something floral, and the slight musk of sweat. He turned his face into her palm with a heavy exhale against her wrist. She sucked in a breath pulling her hand away.

Well, she tried pulling her hand away from the iron grip of his fingers. “I have to make sure this is real. If this is another dream…” Tae offered a bitter laugh as he pulled her against him. “V you nee-” She spoke on a rushed breath before he interrupted her.

“That’s not my name.” He tugged her into the corner, spinning and pinning her hands above her head. They were eye to eye; nose to nose. It was just like in his dream. That one kiss gave him the blueprint to her proportions, and she was perfectly snug against that wall. Her eyes went wide at his obviously aroused state.

“V- T-Taehyung. You need to rest. You’re overheating.” A thick swallow as she corrected herself. The grip on her wrist eased at the use of his name. They were both breathing heavily as the elevator continued to beep along steady to the topmost floor.

“I know what I need.” He was leaning in again. There was nowhere to run this time. There was nothing but time and fifteen more floors before they reached the top. Taehyung tilted his head as he leaned in. “…I need this,” spoken against her lips as her chest bumped into his. Her lashes lowered as her gaze went to his mouth.

A moan broke the sudden silence, causing him to momentarily pause.

She didn’t mean to, it slipped out. It was the contact of their bodies as he crushed her against the wall. Tae smirked against her mouth, “And you need it too.”

14 floors left to the top…

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