Also Could You Write One Where Tae And Y/n Had A Small Fight Before A Party, But They Still Decide To

also could you write one where tae and y/n had a small fight before a party, but they still decide to go, then y/n drinks way too much bc of the fight, and then taehyung takes care of her and they make up the next morning or smth like thatt 😊 I love your writing!🫶🏻

OOO I love me some angst, *rubs hands together*

Thank for the suggestion, and thank you for reading my writing, it means a lot to me anon <3

word count- 2.1k

warnings- alcohol consumption, body image issues, a fight and some yelling/swearing. wicked hangover and mention of vomit.

Enjoy!!

"I dont understand why you are freaking out, y/n. You look fine"

Taehyung sat on the end of your bed while you stood in the bathroom, rambling about yourself. "because, we are already late and im not really in the mood to go to this party. I hate the way I look in this dress, nothing is working out" you exhale, a tear falling down your cheek as you attempt to curl your hair.

Both of you were getting ready to go to Yoongi and his girlfriend's engagement party, something that has been in the works for months and is finally happening.

You knew you were already a half an hour late, which looks bad not only for tae, but you too, considering you and Yoongi's girlfriend, Jihyo, were friends.

"then just stay home" he shrugged, standing to go lean against the doorframe to the bathroom.

"oh yeah just that easy, let me miss my friends party" you sarcastically spoke. "bet you would like that, to go alone because you are so ashamed of me" you went on, spraying hairspray.

Taehyung ran his hands over his face. He loves you, he really does, but its impossible to convince you to see the bright side of things when you got in your head like this.

you slammed down the can of hairspray and stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into taehyung on the way out. "you are being way too dramatic right now, its not a big deal." he sternly spoke, turning his entire body to watch you rummage through your shared closet.

you stood and looked back, "oh okay" you laughed sarcastically. "you are a man, you dont have to think about yourself the way I do" you huff and walk towards the mirror.

"im tired of looking like this, I want to just be able to put something on and feel beautiful for once" you whisper while running your hands over the front of your dress.

"I think you look sexy" taehyung mindlessly shrugged, making you scoff. "God, thats all you think about, huh?" you shot back.

"What? no-"

"lately you've been incredibly invalidating of how I feel and i'm sick of it"

"How the fuck am I invalidating? Im trying to help, Y/N!!"

"no, you arent. you think you are, but you dismiss what I say, every time I fucking open my mouth Taehyung." you yell, grabbing your purse and walking to the door as your boyfriend followed.

"fine then I will just not talk" he mumbled, making you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. "Yeah, you do that. In fact, dont talk to me all night." you mutter and turn to head for the car, leaving taehyung to follow.

He didnt mean to upset you, he really didnt. He just doesnt understand what you couldnt like about yourself. Perhaps there were better ways to approach you regarding this topic, but right now, the priority was at least showing up to the party before yoongi or Jihyo gets upset.

The car ride remained silent the entire time Taehyung drove. You looked out the window and had slapped his hand away the moment he tried to reach out and squeeze your leg lovingly.

He just doesnt get it, he doesnt understand how you feel, and its not like you can talk it out with him because he always shoots back some fucking stupid line thats is supposedly trying to make you "feel better". Its getting old, and the only thing you wanted to do right now was be away from your boyfriend.

-

Once you both had arrived at the party, Taehyung parked the car along the curb with the other guests vehicles. You hopped out the moment the car came to a stop, practically skipping inside and leaving him in the dust. He scoffed and locked the car, getting out and walking in at his own pace.

"Y/N!" Jihyo smiled and ran over once she saw you inside her home.

You pushed through some of the guests and made your way over to your friend, hugging her affectionately. "Hi, congratulations! im sorry Im late" you pout and pull away to see her. "No worries love, is taehyung coming too?" she asks, pulling you into the kitchen.

"mhm...unfortunately" you laugh and grab a cracker off the snack plate. "unfortunately?" Jihyo smiles and nudges you. "yeah. We had a fight before we got here" you whisper to her, eyes darting to see Taehyung walk into the living room with a wide boxy smile as he greeted everyone.

"Ohhh.." she nods, understanding. "Im sorry, hun" she rubs your arm. "its ok, I just need alcohol." you joke, making her laugh as she dragged you into Yoongi's wine room, something he was immensely proud (and pretentious) of.

"I think he wont mind If we use this one" Jihyo spoke, reaching for the top bottle and bringing it back into the kitchen for the both of you.

"Taehyung!!" Yoongi cheered, walking back downstairs to see his friend standing in the living room. He hands him a bottle of beer and hugs him.

"Hyung! Congrats again, you and Jihyo have a very lovely home. Its changed so much since last July when I visited." He smiled, thanking him for the beer as they engaged in conversation. "Thank you, we renovated the kitchen and expanded it, wanna see?" he asked with excitement, tae nodded, following him.

"yeah so then I came home and he just kind of blurted it out, it was really sweet and intimate, I actually preferred it over a public proposal." you watched as your friend refilled your glass, telling you the story of how Yoongi proposed.

"ah, Jihyo thats so sweet" you put your hand over your chest, taking another sip as you lean against the counter. "I hope I get to experience that"

"taehyung is a sweet guy, i have no doubts he will pull out all the stops for you" she smiled

"hm?" taehyung mummers, walking in and hearing his name.

your eyes dart open, mad he had found you. "yoongi!" you walk over and hug him, congratulating him.

"Y/n! its nice to see you again, been way too long" he laughed and patted your back. "do you like the kitchen? he cuts, Taehyung watching as you sip on your wine.

"its lovely!!"

"indeed" taehyung adds on, stepping in front of yoongi to stand behind you.

"hes always talking about his kitchen" Jihyo giggled and walked up to her fiance, hugging him. "well yeah it was a lot of work" he shrugged and laughed

you smile as you watch them both be cute little shits, reluctantly turning when you feel your boyfriends hand tickling your lower back. "what??" you bit, making his hands raise in defense.

"youre still mad?....baby..cmon" he whined, trying to pull you into his embrace but you step back and leave the kitchen, going to have fun with the other guests in the living room.

yoongi pulls away from his soon to be wife and raises his eyebrows, full of questions. "they had a fight" jihyo giggled and patted his chest, walking out of the room as well.

"ah jihyo, wait" Taehyung runs up, whispering

"hm?" she turns

"make sure she doesnt drink too much, please?" he asked with serious eyes, making her nod. "shes a big girl, I think she will be okay but yes, ill keep an eye on her" she smiled

"thank you, shes not usually a drinker but tends to overdo it sometimes when shes angry..."he spoke, laughing a bit at the end.

Jihyo giggled, "gotcha"

he looked over at you hugging your friend and dancing slightly. you looked so beautiful and all he wanted to do was wrap you up in his arms and kiss you, but he couldn't. He needed to apologize for hurting your feelings, but there was no way you would even let him go near you to do so.

He sighed and sat down, accepting another beer as he silently ate chips.

-

"IM A GROWN WOMAN, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!!" you slurr-sing as you and your friend Chae sing along to karaoke after having a few drinks.

most of the guests had left, and it was nearing midnight, so the remaining party-goers were you, Taehyung, Chae, namjoon and Jungkook.

Taehyung was ready to tap out. He was exhausted, and didnt think he was going to be here this long. The only reason he still is, is well, you. He sat on the couch between yoongi and jungkook, fighting sleep as he watched you let loose with your friends.

You still hadnt talked to him for the majority of the party, but somewhere deep down he was actually glad to see you happy for the first time today.

Jihyo giggled and ran back downstairs as she watched them sing, sitting next to yoongi. He sternly looked at her, "what did she drink?" he asked, taehyung leaning over to look at jihyo as well.

She smiled and mumbled, "some wine..."

yoongi sat up "what wine?"

"your....wine..."she tried not to giggle as taehyung glared. "I told you to not let her drin-" taehyung was cut off as you ran over and sat on him.

He blushed and lightly placed his hands around you, "you ok?" he asked, "im tired" you yell, meaning to whisper but failing to do so.

"okay baby...you wanna go home? good job singing by the way"

you sat up immediately and crossed your arms. "im supposed to be mad at you" you slurred, turning to walk away but stumbling and almost falling, "be careful!" tae spoke, jumping up.

"Ill be whatever I want!" you bite back.

"i think we are gonna go, im sorry guys" tae spoke, holding you up by your arm.

"nono dont apologize please, its late and you guys stayed long enough" yoongi laughed, "yes go take care of y/n, shes gonna feel that tomorrow im sure"

Tae smiled and picked you up gently, managing to get you into the car outside without a fight.

"we are going home now ok?" he whispers as he drives safely down the street. you dont talk, rather mumble in response to everything. Once you are outside your apartment, he holds you up the stairs as he puts his key into the door.

"uehhhh" you whine and pull away, leaning off the railing and suddenly throwing up. "oh!" tae drops his key and runs over, rubbing your back and pushing your hair out of the way until you were done.

"im never drinking again" you slur and fall against him. "i know baby" he consoles, picking his key up and getting you inside to help clean you up and get into bed.

Once he managed to get you into the bathroom, he carefully put you on top of the counter as he changed you into you pajamas. you remained staring with a mean glare, making him laugh.

"what?" he smiled and put one of his old tshirts over your head and onto your body.

"Im mad at you"

"ok...we can talk about it tomorrow ok?" he sighed and washed your face with a cloth before ushering you into bed. he placed Tylenol and water on the bedside table and got close to you, beginning to talk but realizing you were already asleep.

he smiled and cuddled into you, falling asleep eventually.

-

The next morning, Taehyung was awoken by the sounds of you throwing up in the bathroom. He rushed out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hated getting sick.

"you ok, baby?" he whispers, watching you lean back against him on the bathroom floor, groaning.

"I shouldnt have drank so much"

he hums and runs his hand through your hair, kissing your head.

its silent for a moment.

"Im sorry for being such a dick yesterday, it was wrong and I should have been more understanding"

you grab his hand with yours, shaking your head. "its ok, I was also being irrational and mean. you are a good boyfriend, tae" you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling lingering nausea.

"I love you" he spoke

"I love you too" you managed to smile.

"no more fighting?"

"no more fighting" you nodded.

he kissed your hand. "if we ever get into another fight just know I have you singing beyonce at the party on video, blackmail for days"

you whipped around, "no...."

"yes...."

"I will cut your dick off if you do that, watch it, kim" you glare, making him laugh. "now get out, before I puke on you"

just once

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader word count: 2204 warnings: angst, royalty au, smut, arranged marriage, infidelity, mirror sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, loss of virginity AO3 A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

It had been hammered into your head ever since you were old enough to walk and talk, even if it came with tumbles and gibberish, that when you came to the age of twenty that you would be married off to the oldest prince of the neighboring country.

You never really gave much thought to it, royal marriages such as yours aren't made for couples in love, they're were made to strengthen the union between the two kingdoms - nothing but politics, love, and other such feelings weren't welcome.

You had always hoped that, at the very least, friendship could bloom between you and your future husband.

You met prince Seokjin three months before the wedding was supposed to take place, you assumed that it was due to both sides wanting the future couple to get to know each other, not that it matters much, both of you barely talk to one another due to always being under the watchful eye of both queens.

Looking back, you never really understood the point of said meetings, how could you get to know each other when the only time you were allowed to speak and see one another was when you were, quote-unquote, helping plan your future wedding?

You knew from the beginning that you would never find love with Seokjin, but you never expected to find the closest similar emotion to it with the youngest Kim brother.

You met Taehyung a couple of days after meeting your future husband, according to him the youngest Kim was supposed to arrive in your castle on the same day as his brother but unfortunately had some personal business that required his utmost attention.

The way your heart skipped a beat when he bowed before you and the way it started beating so loud that it was the only sound your ears could pick up when he took your hand and press a soft kiss on your knuckles was something that it couldn't be helped.

Looking back at your first interaction, as you stared at the mirror on the vanity as your maids fixed your hair and applied makeup, you realize that you had fallen for him the moment he flashed you his boxy smile.

You felt tears stinging in the corner of your eyes as you remembered every single interaction the both of you have had. Although they seemed sweet and innocent to the outside world the both of you knew it meant more than that - simple touches and gazes that lingered far more than what should be appropriate, secret late-night meetings where conversations of everything and nothing were held, both of you always making sure to never cross the line of no return, no matter how much you want it.

"You're finished your Grace," you're pulled into reality by the sound of your head maid's voice. Chaerin had been with you for as long as you remembered, serving both as a mother figure and a best friend, always looking out for you. "I think even prince Seokjin will be jealous of how gorgeous your Grace's is."

Normally you would give her a small smile, simply to humor her, but today wasn't one of those days, so you just hummed.

With a sigh Chaerin dispersed the other maids, most likely knowing you needed a moment to yourself.

Looking at your reflection you felt sick. Everything about it made you want to jump out of your window - the hair, the makeup, the necklace whose jewels glisten brighter than the sunlight, the pure white dress seemed to mock you with its constant reminders of the life that was waiting for you.

"Try to keep calm your Grace," the older woman said, trying to reassure you as her hand squeezed your shoulder. "You could've done worse than the prince. At least, he'll treat you with the kindness and care you deserve."

She was right but that didn't stop the pain you felt inside. As tears began to slip down your cheeks you bit your lower lip, not wanting all the work the maids had put into to go to waste.

"I'll go make some tea to calm your nerves," she said with a hoarse voice, trying to hold back her tears, before giving you a peck on the side of the head and walking out of the room.

With the sound of the now-closed door, you finally felt free enough to break down. You felt so broken, you didn't want to do anything other than to crawl back into your bed and hoping to wake up from this nightmare you found yourself in. You wanted to run away, far far away from this place, somewhere where no one would know anything about you, you had even brought that idea with Taehyung many times but, much to your dismay, he always turned it down - not wanting you to live your life on the run.

"Beautiful girls shouldn't cry on their wedding day," you were pulled out of your downward spiral by the sound of the deep voice that haunted your every moment.

You looked at Taehyung through the mirror, not wanting to look at him since you felt yourself breaking down once again.

"I came across Chaerin on the hall and she told me about it," he answered the question that was on your mind. It didn't come as a shock that your maid knew about your feelings towards the youngest Kim brother, however, you were surprised that she would allow the two of you to meet hours before your wedding to his older brother.

"Y-You shouldn't be h-here," you tried to sound domineering through your tears, failing miserably. "I-If anyone finds you-"

"Nobody will come here," he interrupted stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around you in an embrace, burying his face on the crook of your neck. "Chaerin is making sure that no one interrupts your time alone."

You relaxed against his touch, closing your eyes and imagining a world where the both of you could be together without any repercussions. "I love you," you whispered softly, even if you were the only two people in the room a part wanted him to be the only one who'd hear these words.

"I love you too, so much" his embrace got tighter, almost afraid that were he to let go you'd fall into his brother's arms much quicker.

A silence befell the two of you, the only sounds being heard were the preparations outside your window and the whimpers and choked sobs both of you released. The clock was ticking down and with it, your time together was becoming minuscule, and with a deep breath, you decided that, for once, you'd do what you wanted instead of what was expected.

"Can we be together the way only lovers can?" you said softly, turning to look at him and placing a peck on his cheek. "Please? Just this once?"

"I don't think that's a good idea princess," Taehyung stepped away from you. "It will hurt more afterward."

"I know it's not the most conventional idea," you sighed, still not willing to give up. "But I just want to give the one I love my everything before I'm bound to someone else for eternity," you took his hand and started to spread kisses throughout his knuckles. "Will you please allow me that pleasure?"

He takes your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "As you wish," pressing his lips against yours, your first kiss being a soft and tender one.

Leaning your head back Taehyung presses his mouth against yours more firmly, your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Separating for breath he spreads kisses along your neck, you tilt your head back and crane your neck to give him better access, wishing he was allowed to mark you.

"Turn around princess, bend over the vanity," doing what you're told, you close your eyes when you feel his hands roaming through your body, letting out a moan when his hands cup your breasts through your dress.

When Taehyung pushed your dress higher, and started to rub you through your underwear, a part of your heart couldn't help but be disappointed over the fact that you were in such a rush that you couldn't remove your clothes and feel his skin on yours.

Pushing your panties to the side Taehyung rubbed the wetness around your slit before inserting a finger inside. Letting out a gasp at the foreign feeling you looked at the mirror, locking eyes with Taehyung who was looking at you with a mix of adoration and lust.

"I wish I had more time with you," inserting a second finger in you, the youngest Kim thrusts started to increase in speed.

"T-Tae," you moaned as he curled his fingers, loving the sensation of his fingers rubbing against your walls. "You're clenching around my fingers so tightly princess," you moan aloud when you felt him rubbing your clit.

When you felt close to your finish Taehyung pulled his fingers out of your sopping center, making you let out a whine at the absence, and pulled his length out of his pants, using your essence as lubricant.

"It's going to hurt a bit in the beginning," he said lining himself at your entrance. "I'm going to do my best not to hurt you."

He starts to push inside of you, the pain you felt as his cock slowly filled you until he bottom out, made you scratch the surface of the vanity, both of you letting out groans at the sensation. Taehyung's thrusts were slow but they made you feel so full, spreading kisses throughout your neck before gripping your jaw, making you face him so he could press his lips on yours.

"How do you feel?"

"I-I'm g-good," you kept letting out whimpers at the burning sensation. You were on the verge of tears due to the pain but you keep it to yourself, the pain would remind you of the short moment you spent together.

As his hips kept moving and your body was getting used to the stretch of his cock against your walls the pain started to turn into pleasure. You tossed your head back, screwing your eyes shut as you let out a mantra of his name. "T-Tae,"

"Do you want to keep going princess?"

"Y-Yes," you gasped when you felt him rubbing circles on your clit. "P-Please faster."

His thrusts started gaining momentum, the sound of skin against skin making you grow wetter. "Oh God," Taehyung's groans and your moans bouncing off the walls as both of you could feel your finish.

You were the first one to break apart, releasing all over him and his name escaping your lips one last time, grateful for the fact that he was still holding you close to him, or else your legs would've given out.

Taehyung's thrusts became rougher and faster, him jackhammering into your cunt as he chased his high. With a whiny cry of his name he spilled deep inside of you, ropes painting your walls as the both of you made eye contact through the mirror reflection and worked on regulating your breaths.

As the high felt your body the realization of your actions started to settle, and with it, came back the pain that this was the first and last time you two would be together.

Your cries were the only thing that filled the silence of the room as Taehyung pulled out of you and worked his best to fix your dress. Once sure that you looked presentable he took your face in his hands once again and pressed his lips against yours, wanting it to be memorable.

"I love you," he said pressing his head against yours, closing his eyes to try to compose himself and not let his tears fall.

"I love you too," you let out a dry chuckle. "You were right. It hurts so much more now."

With one more kiss shared Taehyung walked towards the door, pushing the door ajar, checking to see if anybody was in the hall before leaving as quietly as he had entered.

He didn't spare you a look but the sob that escaped him before the door was closed told you everything you need to know.

It wasn't long before Chaerin arrived with the other maids to add the finishing touches of the wedding dress, having to arrange your hair and makeup once more.

You kept your eyes on your reflection the entirety of the procedure, feeling so numb to everything that the scalding tea had little to no effect on you.

As the gown was settled in your head you couldn't help but think of how useless and empty life had been up until you met Taehyung, years and years of being trained to be the perfect bride and wife only for it to crumble before it even got a chance of being applied.

With a sigh, you tried to shrug off any feelings you had in order to get through the ceremony. You had long accepted the cards that had been dealt to you, now would be no different.

Growing Pains (KTH drabble)

Summary- You and Taehyung discover the struggles of parenthood as you take on the task of raising your 3 month old daughter, Kiyomi.

Warnings- mentions of postpartum struggles and attachment issues

word count- 1.6k

A/N- Hi guys! so after Ladybug got so much love I decided to make a another drabble to continue their storyline, this takes place months after their daughter is born. Hope you enjoy it!

Taehyung woke up to the sounds of crying. He sat up and looked over at his clock, it was 4:32am, and you werent in the bed.

Groaning, he pushed the covers back and began walking down the hall into his daughters room, finding you on the floor with her in your arms.

"Im sorry we woke you, go back to bed" you whisper, noticing the sudden appearance of your husband in the room. "are you guys alright?" he asked, ignoring your previous demand as he walked further in and sat next to you, eyes still sleepy from the abrupt awakening.

You sigh and gently rock the small baby in your arms as she wailed, becoming frustrated yourself. "she wont stop" you exhale, finally looking at taehyung. "maybe shes hungry?" he suggested, moving his hand to wipe away his baby's tears.

"She wont latch...so I dont think she is...I also changed her and put her in a lighter onesie incase she was too hot" you gesture to the new outfit on Kiyomi, of course taehyung smiled at the ladybug printed fabric.

"let me see her" he whispered, gently taking the frail 3 month old out of your arms. "Hi baby, you giving mommy a hard time again?" he kissed all over her face before pulling her against him, her tiny head resting on his shoulder as his hand rubbed her back.

"im so tired" your hands run over the front of your face, knowing you return to work tomorrow afternoon and not only would you be exhausted, you would be missing your baby.

Since Kiyomi was born, youve been home every single day making sure she was taken care of, of course Taehyung has been an excellent help as well, and you probably wouldnt have been able to do this without him, yet at the same time you couldnt express your fears of going back to work after maternity leave....you didnt want to let him down or make him feel like you didnt trust him. It wasnt ever about trust, it was about going hours and hours without being able to make sure your daughter was okay. What happens if she needs mommy? What happens if she starts to cry and he cant differentiate it from a hunger cry, dirty diaper cry, or a tired cry?

"go back to sleep, i'll take care of her" he yawned and stood up, one hand reaching down to help you to your feet.

"I cant sleep" you sigh, walking over to rearrange her crib and the blankets. "cant we just keep her in our room tonight? she can sleep in our bed" you finish.

Taehyung gently rocked her around as he paced the room, the small cries slowing down. "baby I thought we agreed its better for her to be in her own room, she is gonna be too dependant on us.....and why cant you sleep? you just said you were tired-"

"because I have a list of things I need to do Taehyung!" you turn around, "I have to pump because she didnt want to eat, and I need to make sure you have enough milk for tomorrow, plus extra just incase, and then I need to put my work clothes in the washer because I forgot, then dry them, and you know what?" you throw your hands up as you walked over and took your daughter "shes only 3 months old, theres no harm in having her in our bed, who cares! she wont even remember anyways" you scoff and walk out of the room.

You didnt mean to snap on him like that, in fact you felt bad as soon as you left her bedroom. Taehyung is a great dad and an even better husband, but you still found yourself unable to stay calm when the list of things piled on, you didnt know how everything was going to go tomorrow, and you were stressed.

"hey...Im sorry if I said anything to upset you" he whispered as he finally walked into your shared bedroom, his daughter now asleep on the comforter as you sat and tried to pump milk.

sighing, you turn to look at him. "I didnt mean to act like that...you didnt do anything wrong, im just on edge"

He slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to you, careful of the sleeping baby in front of him. "whats going on, sweetheart?"

You didnt respond right away, instead you shrugged and looked down at Kiyomi, feeling those stupid tears resurface to your eyes again. "talk to me angel..." he rubbed your back.

"I dont want to leave her" you spoke in a choked whisper, wiping your cheek quickly. "What do you mean?" he calmly responded.

"Work tomorrow, I dont want to go....I havent been away from her since she was born. Ive had 3 months but im not ready." you take a breath, gathering your thoughts. "I went to the supermarket yesterday to buy dinner by myself, and almost had a panic attack because I realized she wasnt with me"

"my love, its okay to feel like this you know?" he rubbed your back softly, his chest tightening upon hearing your struggles. "sounds like you might be experiencing some separation anxiety,"

"I wanna work from home" you protest, shaking your head. "I cant leave her, and Its not about you not being a good parent- because you are so good, probably better than me" you chuckle lightly, "I just need it for myself....I need to see her. I spent 9 months taking care of her, I knew where she was at all times, and now that shes actually here I get so worried something will happen"

"i know sweetheart, I know" his hand ran through your hair as you spoke, "If you really want to look for a job that allows you to work from home, i'll support you all the way, you know that....but I really think its important to go tomorrow at least, to tell them about whats going on"

You leaned against your husband, glad he was supporting you in such a vulnerable moment. "why cant I just call them tomorrow?" you sniffle

"because I think its good to just go in, the smaller steps you take, even if its just a day, will probably make things easier for you."

"mm....just tomorrow?" you look at him

"Just tomorrow, then you dont ever have to see that place if you dont want to, you can stay home and i'll pamper you both"

You giggled and shook your head, "no, I wanna work....just not outside the house"

"and I support that" he gently lifted your chin so he could kiss you.

You smiled and kissed him back, watching him carefully as you pulled away.

"You are so beautiful, I swear motherhood made you even more attractive than you already were" he grinned

you raised an eyebrow, looking down at yourself before looking at him, "are you kidding me? I have a suction cup attached to my tit right now, and my hair needs to be washed....dont even try to say I look good" you shook your head as you noticed the bottle was full, taking off the pump and pulling your shirt down as you crewed the cap on.

"Ah you dont see yourself how I see you, the fact you go through so much for our baby is what is beautiful to me, and just for the record, you could never shower again and i'd buy all the nose plugs in the world just so I could be near you and call you cute"

"shut uppppp" you whine and lean against the pillow, "thanks though....fatherhood looks good on you"

"now thank you, but we both can tell that its not physically" he laughed and stood, putting his hands on his belly. "sympathy weight" he patted his stomach, making you laugh.

"Hey, I didnt do that to you!" you retort

"Yes! you insisted that I eat with you every time you had a craving, and what did I do?"

"ate with me" you smile

"yeah, except you were eating and it went to the baby" he chuckled, "mine went to my stomach area"

"hey I think dad bods are sexy" you nudge him

he rolled his eyes jokingly and wrapped you in his embrace, both of you looking down at your finally sleeping daughter.

"next kid, you deal with those cravings alone" he teased, hand gently squeezing you closer.

You smiled brightly at his words, you couldnt handle another child right now, especially with your current mental state, but you knew in the next 3 years you would enjoy having a second baby.

"thats not gonna be for a while bubs, relax" you patted his thigh

"what if she gets lonely" he looks at you

"are you serious" you laugh, squishing his face "shes 3 months, plus she has us, and tannie. I promise she will be well entertained until we have another kid"

He huffed and slouched down, making you giggle.

He sat up and grabbed his phone, turning the video on as he began filming his sleeping baby. "I havent recorded anything in a bit, well thats a lie, I recorded her yesterday when I was playing airplane and she ended up puking on me"

Your giggles are heard off camera before he faces it towards you "Oh its funny huh?"

"shh, youre gonna wake her" you quickly cover the camera to hide yourself before he continues to ramble on about your baby. He's been doing this since that day you both found out you were expecting Kiyomi, and it still warms your heart to see a man so in love with his creation of life.

He was your rock, and she was your ladybug, and perhaps you would be okay after all.

luxury love.

Pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, light angst

wc: 5.3k

warnings: implied sub!taehyung, semi suggestive but no smut, Insecure taehyung, taehyung compares himself to jimin, small arguments, he overthinks a lot, i think that's it.

summary: taehyung loves you, yearns for you, misses you. overthinking mixed with ugly insecurities isn’t a good drink to have to swallow but he does…he is. communication is key he knows that but it’s scary to tell your worries especially when it seems you don’t want to listen. yet who knew that purple is such a healing color.

 a/n: hii, this story was kinda comforting to write, letting it be known that even in lovely secure bonds our minds can wander to no so lovely places :( but when in doubt communicate hehe, but i hope you enjoy this little story! also when I type I type so fast so if I spelled taehyungs name wrong plz excuse it! I've looked over this three or more time hoping to catch each mistake but I have a feeling I might have missed some. anywhoo, feedback is always welcomed and adored! ♡

Taehyung feels guilty for feeling so lonely when you're right next to him yet your arms aren't around his waist like they usually are. However, that's the norm lately. You get home, shower, kiss his forehead, and sleep. A cycle he wishes to end yet doesn't say that to you.

He feels like you both rarely see each other longer than 5 minutes and talk even less than that. 

He knows you're very busy these days. You have to work more hours into the night yet leave so early in the morning that he doesn't get a goodbye hug or even a yell from you about taking your leave. Taehyung gets nothing, he has none of you. 

It hurts him because he misses you so much even though you're right beside him. The galaxy light illuminates the room in pretty purples and little lights that you love. Taehyung bought it for you after you expressed your distaste for dark rooms. 

He supposes he should sleep, maybe he'll wake up to your kisses and warm hands gliding across his cheek. He laughs to himself sadly, that's simply a dream to wish for right now. He doesn't blame you, he knows it's not intentional but that doesn't ease the ugly seed of insecurity from growing inside him as the days pass. He tries to cut the stem as much as he can but even his scissors are getting dull.

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When he wakes up to a cold bed again. The covers lay flat on your side of the bed yet are bundled around him, he wonders if you tucked it in for him to stay warm but the thought makes him sadder than it makes him happier. Why can he only feel your warmth when it's not close as if it's a false feeling he's making up to comfort himself? 

He decides to bake some cookies because that's been cheering him up lately and he wishes you'd try the new recipes he's finding and making himself. He thinks you might try one when you wake before him because sometimes there's a cookie missing or a brownie gone out of the fridge but he wishes you'd try them with him. 

He has today off because the library is changing its interior and adding a new section about this town's history. Taehyung tried to tell you about it one night and that's the first time you looked at him without your eyes leaving him in two seconds. You listened for a while before you told him you needed to shower because it was a hard day. Not even mentioning anything he just excitedly rambled to you about. 

He's watching some adult cartoon Yoongi told him to watch. It's kinda funny but it's more your humor than it is his. He hears the door unlocking and checks the time and his eyes widen a bit.

You're home early today and he feels ecstatic. He just got done cleaning, a clean house means a happy heart. “Hi you're home early.” he greets cheerfully but all he gets from you is a hum. Taehyung tries to not let it hurt his feelings and instead keeps his hopes up.

“Do you wanna do something? This is the show Yoongi told me about but it's more your style than mine. Do you wanna watch it together?” he asks you but you shake your head. ‘Not today honey, too tired. I'm gonna sleep. I still have to get up later.” you say not even sparing him a glance. You walk into the room and he watches you go, not trying to push the matter anymore. Maybe you're just really tired, it has nothing to do with him. He hopes. 

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“Taehyung what's up?” he sees Jimin say with a smile when he picks up their video call. “Hey.” he responds quietly. Taehyung doesn't want to ask about this but he misses your hands on him and he starts to wonder if it's him that's the reason they've left.  “Everything okay?” Jimin asks while sitting up and Taehyung just nods. “I have a question and don't make fun of me,” he says and Jimin smiles motioning for him to continue. 

“When you and Y/n hooked up what made her want to, I don't know…like what made her excited?” he asks shyly looking everywhere but his phone. “Is everything okay between you guys?” Jimin immediately asks and he doesn't say anything at first because is it? Nonetheless, he nods. “Yeah I think but answer my question.” he ushers and Jimin laughs and makes a noise like he's thinking.

“Well we hooked up a long time ago Taehyung, she's not like she was with me with you. One we didn't date and you and I are different.” Jimin says not noticing Taehyung's face fall. 

Jimin is never cruel and never would be but words hurt even when not intended. What's so different about Jimin and himself that you have to see them differently, treat them differently? Is it because you and Jimin have more interests than you and he does? Is it because Jimin is toned and has harder body lines than soft? Taehyung is so lost in these thoughts he doesn't hear jimin. 

“What? sorry, I was thinking.” Jimin hums. “I said I think with you she would probably get excited at anything but I have a hunch she’d like you in a lingerie set just saying.” Taehyung's face flushes. “Why do you say that?” Taehyung rushes out embarrassed Jimin just laughs and Taehyung feels like hanging up.

“Because you're Taehyung and that's enough of an answer there. Trust me she'll like it. Buy you one you like in secret and surprise her.” Jimin cheers him on. “And Tae,” Jimin says before they end the call. “Hm?” he replies. 

“If you are feeling any way about something you need to let her know. You know she'll listen, she loves you, man. You should see the way she looks at you all the time. It's such a puppy-in-love look I almost start gaging." Taehyung chuckles lightly at that. “Thanks, Min.” he says before they bid their goodbyes. 

Maybe Taehyung is overthinking, maybe you do still find him attractive and worth loving. He feels hopeful but then remembers Jimin's advice. Lingerie? He’ll give it a shot he guesses. 

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You, him, and your friends all had a few days off. He doesn't know how it worked like that but he's glad about it. Since it's summer you all came over to Jimin's house since he has an underground pool. Taehyung is excited because he likes drinking fruit drinks under the sun while his feet soak in the water. Feeling the sun on his skin is always refreshing as if he's recharging for the days ahead. 

“Y/n you're busier than usual lately.” Namjoon says to you and you sigh. Taehyung wants to hold your hand, make you know that even if you're stressed or if that sigh has more weight to it that he'll hold it. He'll take care of it all for you but he's scared to.

Taehyung isn't scared of you, he knows you'll never hurt him yet love is a scary thing. It's scary because it's a field full of eggshells sometimes and you have to know which ones are okay to step on on certain days because one wrong move, one wrong word, could shatter the whole field. Taehyung is scared of this field you and him are playing on right now. 

“Yeah to be honest it's like I don't know, my days aren't filled with anything worth doing? I don't have anything to look forward to when I wake up. It's the same thing every day, it's exhausting.”  you say leaning back to stare at the sky but Taehyung knows your eyes are sensitive so you look away quickly. It's cute how you forget your little quirks that he remembers.

He registers your words and it guts him. Once before there were days when you would wake up and brush your teeth with him, stopping to tickle up his side. Where you'd whisper in his ear while he was reorganizing his bookshelf for the second time that week that you miss him and for him to come to sit with you.

Yet now you don't have anything to look forward to? It doesn't have to be the same thing every day he tries to get you to sit down with him even for a second but you brush him off. 

“Damn Min, you’re ripped.” he hears you say to jimin and watches as said man smiles. “You like it that way.” Jimin replies cheekily and you scoff, shaking your head. Taehyung's heart feels dried up. Replicating flower petals that sit under the sun for too long without water. Maybe his heart is more eager for attention and the feeling of being loved resulting in it being weaker these days. 

“Does It look bad though? I don't want to look too ‘try hard’.” he asks you all, setting down some extra drinks.  “No you look good, it's admirable how you find time to do that while working so hard.” you say as you take a sip of your blue slushie that's almost gone.

Taehyung knows he shouldn't feel jealous of this. He knows not to dwell on such things, yet he can't help but glance down at his body and wonder if you're disappointed.

He doesn't have a hard-working job like Jimin nor is he interested in getting muscular but if he did would you look at him more? Would you smile at him when he walked into a room like you did Jimin just now? Would you touch him, perhaps would you love him?.... Do you love him? He hopes.

You both take your leave and you tell him you'll drive. He likes when you drive because he gets to watch you. It's one of his favorite pastimes. The car ride is silent besides the occasional honk of a horn from another car. You cracked the windows and didn't roll them down too much but the wind is enough to fill Taehyung's lungs from the suffocation he feels in here. 

You were so talkative earlier, why can't you talk to him? He wants to hear a compliment from you like you gave Jimin, but words never come off your lips and he never asks for one. He feels a bit angry, he shouldn't have to ask for praise from you if you can give it to others so freely. Is there something wrong with him? Is Taehyung something you see as not worthy of praise, especially yours? 

You open the apartment door and walk in stretching by the entrance. Taehyung wraps his arms around you and lightly kisses up your neck. He feels bold, eager, and needy but you must not yearn for him as he does you. “Not today, I just want to sit down.” you tell him lightly kissing his forehead in passing and walking away. 

“You don't even look at me anymore.” he says, throwing his shoes somewhere, not caring to put them upright. “What?” he hears you ask confused. “You don't talk to me, you don't look at me, you don't even touch me. It's like you– never mind you can sit down I'm going to shower.” he says walking away and he hears you walk after him. 

“Taehyung baby, has something been bothering you?” you ask and he gets his pajamas angrily ignoring your question. “Taehyung, talk to me.” he laughs. “Now you want to talk after I've been trying to talk for days now. We never talk so why try now? You talk to everyone but me, talk to Jimin more than me.” he asks bitterly, turning to walk to the shower. He knows mentioning Jimin is stupid but what did Jimin have that he doesn't?

“Jimin? What are you talking about? What the hell does Jimin have to do with anything? I'm not asking or mentioning Jimin right now, you seem upset and what I care about is you.” you say following him to the bathroom. “Yeah right.” he says in disbelief and if he looked at you he might have seen a look of hurt etch its way into your face until your eyebrows crease but he looks away, he can't look at you. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask him quietly. “That I feel- that I feel so uncared about lately. We don't talk, you don't look at me, and we're never intimate. You barely say three words to me a day and I'm supposed to be fine? Okay? Think you care?” he says, voice shaking with sadness and anger fueled by his hurt feelings. It doesn't taste good in his mouth to yell at his lover but a bottle can only be filled so much. 

He closes the door before you can try to say anything more because he doesn't want to talk anymore. He wants to cry and he'd rather do it alone.

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You have been trying to talk to him but he doesn't want to talk anymore. He wants to be angry and wants to be upset. It's easier to sit in the feeling of your own pain until it begins to comfort you. He doesn't want to sit in your lap and let your hands rub up and down his back until he feels better.

This seat he’s in now is one that he hates sitting on yet misses when good things happen. A seat that is full of feelings that cause more discomfort than diminish it.

Here he can forget that you might love him because it's easier to let the explanation for your actions be because you don’t. If he doesn't think this way then he'll think more about why you act this way in the name of love for him. 

Yet as he picks up the lilac lingerie set that jimin helped him pick out he wishes you'd call him pretty in it. He wishes you were here to put it on for him and kiss him until he's as pink as soft cotton candy. He debates on if he should try it on for his own fun, for his pleasure but he doubts he’ll like it.

So he puts it back in the bag under the bed. He'll probably return it tomorrow it's just been laying around for a few days unused since your argument. He was planning on using it before this all happened but maybe this is to stop him from making a fool of himself. 

He gets out of the shower and checks the time. It's 9 PM but he can't feel too disappointed, you sometimes get home later. He sits down and feels the bag poking his ankle. He stares at it and debates with himself. He wants to put it on out of curiosity but what if he hates it? He guesses there's no figuring that out unless he sees for himself. 

He undresses and grabs the thin material figuring out how to slip it on. It takes him a while just because his hands are shaky. He doesn't know if it's from excitement or nervousness but he manages to get on. The lilac baby flowers down his stomach feel soft as he glides his fingers over each one. The two ribbons on each side of his waist and the ones that are wrapped around his hips make him look curvy in places he's never noticed. 

He feels pretty, the purple looking pretty under the lamp-illuminated room. Casting his skin in a nice glow contrasting the light color of the lingerie but he stares too long. Stares so long that he sees where he's too soft around his stomach. His arms are too round and he can't help but feel his eyes tear up. Is this why you don't like him? Why you're not spending time with him? 

Is it because he looks like this that you don't want to touch him, look at him.

It has to be and he can't even feel angry at you anymore because he'd distance himself from someone like him too. Needy and so…so not pretty. 

Jimin is pretty and you see that, that's why you looked at jimin the other day at the pool and not him. 

Love is such a sour candy, drying your mouth at times yet filling it up the next. Hallowing your cheeks yet inflating them with the tasty sugar it gives you. The taste, oh the taste so eye-watering yet you can't spit it out no matter how bad it can sting. After all, it all depends on how sensitive the person eating the candy is, and Taehyung? He's so sensitive to the point he's staring into a mirror crying lightly.

He's so caught up in his own world that he doesn't hear you unlock the front door and say you're home. He doesn't hear the many bags you got for him rustle with each step as you walk to the room but he hears you when you open the door and look at him. 

“Baby yo-” “Don't look!” he yells cutting your words from sinking into his skin and he hears you walk closer. “Taehyung you look-” you try again but he doesn't want to hear you.  “Don’t..don’t,  please turn around.” he says trying to appear smaller and you appease his wishes.

Taehyung sobs harder at the feeling of humiliation. He can't tell apart the water from his hair and the tears that run down his face. You must feel disgusted at the sight, seeing him in this outfit with how he looks. You probably want to tell him how ridiculous he looks, he couldn't bear hearing you degrade him especially right now, especially as you look him in the eyes. 

“Baby.” he hears you call and ignores you wiping at his eyes so he can stop the broken dam from flowing. It's a given he supposes he's been holding it in until it overflowed. 

“Taehyung,” you call him again and he hums. “You look so pretty baby.” you tell him and he hates that he hears so much honesty in your voice because it makes him cry more. 

Being reassured after wanting it for so long is such a breath of fresh air but his lungs were so used to being forgotten, something the wind went by in passing yet never indulged, yet you do. You always do and always will. 

He sees you turn around and he shakes his head. “N...no.” he says quietly. You walk up to him and grab his hands. “What has got my beautiful boy crying?” he looks at where you grabbed his hands missing your touch, this little bit of contact feels electrifying.

“Don't say that please.” he pleads looking down. “Say what? That you're beautiful?” you ask him and he can't help but feel bitter at the words towards him. “Don't say lies.” he whispers but before he can say anything else he feels your arms wrap around him entirely.

Your arms are so warm and safe, a gentle earthquake just strong enough to shake him alive again, shake him awake from this hole he's fallen asleep in. Insecurity is such a terrible thing when mixed with our overthinking.

“I would never lie to you about anything especially this because baby you're so so beautiful.” you lean back to gaze into his eyes as if you want him to feel your sincerity and soak it up visually and internally. “B..but look at me y/n I’m so-” “Lovely? Gorgeous? Or shall I say it again beautiful?” you inquire with a smile and he gives one back sadly.

You turn you both back to the mirror and he pushes your hands slightly. He doesn't want to see your face when you look at him through the mirror, seeing it staring back at him would be a taunt he would fail limp to. 

He closes his eyes, his head leaning back onto your shoulder. “Taehyung look my love.” you say gently, not forceful at all. Letting him know this is up to him and he appreciates that so much. You care so much that it's almost hard to believe he forgot. He opens his eyes and turns to the mirror. “These soft arms yet so strong. Helping me feel better on my hardest days and writing such intelligent pieces that the world sometimes stops when I read them.” you say as you hold his arms out towards his side softly and kiss them meeting back at his shoulder each time. 

You get on your knees and kiss each thigh as you hold them and he whines. “They're too squishy.” he admits sadly and you glare at him. “Who says that's a bad thing, baby, if they weren't I wouldn't be able to rub you so gently while you sit in my lap, feel so warm and comfy when I feel them wrap around me as I kiss you on the kitchen counter. These thighs baby are a godsend.” you tell him nipping at the right one where the garter sits and he giggles. “Stop it.” he says smiling down at you.  

“And this beautiful tummy that I love love love kissing.” you say instituting your point with a kiss on his stomach after each love falls from your lips. He sees you look up at him and looks down at you. Hair falls into his eyes as if it's bashful as well. “Everything about you baby is so damn beautiful and I love everything Taehyung. Always have and always will. Don't ever doubt that your beauty is anything less than out of this world.” you say rising to kiss his lips.

“I love you, darling, I wish you just knew how simply divine you are in all aspects from this smart brain to these pretty cheeks.” you tell him with a giggle as you bite playfully at his cheeks he just smiles at you. Feeling so shy but so seen, so adored. “Can I show you love? How simply breathtaking you are and how you make my heart race every day. I mean feel.” you say grabbing his hand and pressing it to your heart and his eyes widen.

“I know, I feel like this every day honey all because of my gorgeous gorgeous love.” you say earnestly and he hides in your neck crying again but this time you just hold him silently and guide you both to the bed. He sits there basking in the feeling of your hand traveling up and down his back kissing his forehead occasionally. 

He opens his eyes before can sleep can take over, he just feels so coddled and warm.  Deciding  he should talk like jimin said, you'll listen and you care. He feels so silly for thinking anything even slightly different. “I was hurt and upset I didn't mean to yell at you the other day.” he admits.

“no baby I get it.” you try to tell him but he won't stand for his behavior, feeling bad about it. “no I let my overthinking get the best of me and I blew up instead of talking to you.” you hum at his words.

“I agree we should have communicated because I had some thoughts something might be bothering you.  I was worried about it but didn't want to pry too soon but I didn't even realize how neglected you must have felt these days. I was so in a trance of waking up, working, and sleeping that I didn't realize I wasn't being the best girlfriend I could have been which I apologize for. I don't have an excuse.” you admit with a frown, obviously feeling bad about this. 

“Work is an excuse though I should be more understanding.” he says with a frown of his own. “Baby no work isn't an excuse. If I would have just sat down for 5 minutes and talked with you and laughed at the silly things in life maybe I would have felt less robotic and more real.” you insist. 

“I was kinda getting in a bad place so I'm glad we’re communicating now. I was worried if I'm being honest lately when you hugged me you'd pull away before I could register your touch but I didn't push on the concern because I was so busy.” he sighs at himself more than at your words. “You don't have to worry I just don't feel that handsome these days I guess.” 

“and that is okay but don't forget that those are just thoughts and feelings they aren't truths. You’re the most beautiful boy ever.” you finish with a kiss on his cheek. “You really think so?” he asks through his lashes. “Hoeny I know so, I mean look at you, you're lucky I’m keeping myself calm because otherwise.” you tease and he melts at the implication. “Otherwise what?” He whispers as you kiss his ear.

“I'd fuck you until we're both begging for more.” you say pulling back with a Cheshire grin and he whines. “I want that.” he says with a pout, just the thought of your touch excites him but you shake your head. “Not tonight baby, I’ll treat you so good tomorrow. Want to take my time with you, and make you feel great when you already feel good. But tonight I wanna shower you in a ton of kisses. “ you say laying on top of him with a smile. 

“Is that okay?” you ask him and he nods so gladly, you always respect his word and care about his wants. “Can we take a bath together?” he feels himself needing you close intimately even if not sexually. “Of course let's get you in some warm clothes after even though I want to keep this on.” you say teasing the garter down. “Y/n” he whines and you laugh playfully. “Sorry sorry,” you say apologizing but you don't look apologetic. 

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Ever since taehyung wore that lilac lingerie the other night you have been obsessed with the color on him and yourself. Claiming it is your “couple color.” he didn't quite get it but he doesn't say that because each time you come home with a new item in the color his heart soars. Like right now, you two aren’t home but as he sees you come back to the blanket with two clear heart-shaped cups filled with a purple substance he doesn't know his heart warms.

“Got us this drink I don't know what it is but it is cute and in our couple color plus it has butterfly icecubes, pretty cool right?” you say handing him his as you sit beside him. He looks in it and sees what you were saying and smiles. “It's pretty.” he says just as excited as the smile you sport. 

“Right? Let's just hope it tastes good, okay okay let's try it on 3!” you say turning to him so you both can be face to face. He nods readily for the count. “One, two…three!” you say and you both sip it and gaze at each other stopping after a few seconds. You swallow it and stare. Before smiling sheepishly and laughing.

“No, not good, what is this?”  he says laughing when you stick your tongue out and shake your head slightly. “I'm going, to be honest, I think I saw grape, purple yam, and some other purple thing. I got it because it looks cute though.” you admit honestly and he pouts playfully. “You set me up.” he argues but you just laugh at him. “Maybe maybe but at least we got the free heart glasses.” you reason with an eyebrow wiggle and he shakes his head at you endearingly. 

The birds chirp and bounce on their little feet as you both sit on the blanket. Hearing the laughter of children at the park a few ways away. You both watch and cheer on a kid learning how to ride a bike and the boy's dad laughs thanking you both. Taehyung laughs at how you seem more pumped up at the prospect of the kid getting it down than the kid and his dad. 

“Come on you got this! Woo!” you cheer once he gets it and drives a little bit before crashing but nothing serious but it's probably the shock that scared him .” Don't worry buddy, you did good!” you smile clapping. He cries but sends you a thumbs up after his dad pats him on the back. 

Taehyung loves that about you, how you manage to connect with people who you know nothing about but still they seem to be comforted by you is still beyond his knowledge. He likes to think it's because you’re just so lovely.

You care and many people don't. You care about so many people and he is so glad he is one of them. 

“Let's go baby.” you say holding your hand out for him to grab. “Y/n I can get up myself.” he reminds you. “What's got you all shy?” you say grabbing the basket full of half-eaten sandwiches and some watermelon that he put salt on. You complained about the combination but when he fed you a piece you got quiet at the flavor.

Today you roll the windows down and he’s grateful for it. Though he doesn't need them down today, the suffocation is no longer there. His lungs feel brand new and his throat feels clear. He has no words and pushed down tears hiding there to cause him trouble. You grab his hand and bring it to your lips as you drive past the fields of flowers you wanted to show him. It was a bit of way out but you told Taehyung you had to show him because it was fields of yellows red and mostly purples.

You admitted to him shyly that you didn't know what flowers were which but you knew he could tell them apart and he does. The Rapeseed is a yellow flower found in fields. It’s a symbol of happiness and exuberant energy. Taehyung hopes that your lives are filled with this, an energy full of lively days and happy times that he hopes to remember. Like the poppy flowers that sit in the field themselves represent, remembrance. 

The purple betony is beautiful but the purple betony means a few different things what Taehyung wants to focus on is the luxury symbolism. 

Luxury, a love like yours could be seen as that, felt as that. As he rides with you in the car, the warm air fills the inside yet exits just as quickly, he feels it. The way when he looks out to see the sky is a mix of orange, pink, and even a bit of purple but maybe you just have him looking for it in all things big or small. 

He smiles to himself and puts his hand out the window letting the wind dance between his fingers as it explores a new thing in its wake. Taehyung feels the luxury of love but mostly your love.

He feels like he could close his eyes now and feel this feeling until it's something so worn, so entwined with him that he can open his eyes and remember it that way.  He wants to be better and feel better. If the earth could see itself wouldn't it realize just how much people adore it and think of its magic yet it doesn't know itself because it can't see.

Just like a butterfly can’t see its bright colors, its difference from others makes it beautiful. 

He is beautiful, you are beautiful and so is the love that has its downs but soon lifts until you both can't reach it. Those are the days he loves yet he loves the ugly too. If it wasn't for his sorrow maybe he wouldn't have felt so reassured today, realizing the seat he loved is one he should resent. He knows it's there but doesn't want to lean on it anymore now? He wants to lean on you and you on him. A purple love, a luxury love.

Hii!! 😊Could you write one where y/n and taehyung are in a relationship, and y/n’s on her period and accidentally stains tae’s sheets, she then is very embarrassed and sorry and cries and taehyung’s there to tell that it’s okay lol.

Hello!!

aww this is incredibly soft, thank you anon for the request!!

word count- 1.1k

warnings- mention of blood but periods shouldn't be gross!!!

Enjoy!

You got home late from work, putting the key into the door and entering the quiet apartment. You had expected Taehyung to be asleep on the couch, as he usually attempts to stay up and wait for you, ultimately giving into sleeping.

When you had not seen him there, you gently called out his name, putting your coat on the hook and walking into the bedroom to see him under the covers, resting. poor baby, hes probably exhausted from practice today.

Tip-toeing into the room, you grab pajamas and head into the bathroom to change. You could have sworn you started your period as you took the bus home, cramps having you squeeze your hands into fists. You were surprised to see you hadn't. sighing, you figured your body is doing its irregular period thing, it likes to play tricks on you and make you panic when theres no reason to.

you take an Advil and decided to put on a thin pantyliner just in case, though you doubted it.

once out of the bathroom, the mattress dipped as you placed your weight onto the bed, sitting besides the sleeping boy. He mumbled and shifted over as you got under the covers before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, "I love you" he mumbled, still half asleep. You broke out into a wide grin, kissing against his neck. "I love you too, im sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep" you whispered, beginning to hear the sound of his light snores, alerting you that he indeed had fallen back into slumber. It wasnt too long after that you, yourself, knocked out.

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Taehyung had been awoken to the sound of his alarm clock going off at 5am, he groaned and removed himself from you, reaching to shut his phone off. The room was still dark, only noise audible was the fan blowing cold air from the corner of the room. He took a moment to wake up before pulling the sheets back and stepping into the bathroom to shower.

When he flicked the lights on, his eyes drew down to his sweatpants which appeared to have what looked to be blood on them. He panicked, checking over himself to make sure he had not gotten hurt somehow. Once he confirmed it wasnt him, he walked back into the bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on, he nodded to himself once the explanation was clear.

He pulled the covers back, exposing the blood stain which you had been laying in. "ohh" he pouted and contemplated on how to approach this, not wanting to make you feel ashamed.

"baby..." he whispered, lightly tapping your arm. you mumbled something before falling back asleep, making him laugh. He shook you again, this time making you get up.

"what baby?" you groan, wiping your eyes and turning to look at him.

He didnt say anything yet, looking unsure.

"what?" you asked more seriously as you sat up.

he softly smiled, alerting you to the sheets below you, "look"

you quietly gasp. "what is this?"

he looks back at you before brushing his hand over your shoulder.

"I think your period started, baby" he sat on the bed and looked at you as he rubbed your back. "are you ok? does your stomach hurt?"

once you realized what had occurred, you looked down between your legs to see blood soaked pj shorts. Instantly, you were mortified.

your hands flew to cover your face, shaking your head. "oh my god...."

he gently stood, and thats when you saw it was on his pants too.

"tae!" you whined and felt tears begin to brew.

"its okay angel" he soothed, watching you begin to freak out.

"no its not! we just washed the sheets yesterday, and I-"

you wiped your eyes, "this is so embarrassing im so fucking sorry, go shower ill clean it I promise"

he came over and grabbed your hand, kissing your head. "stop apologizing, im not mad sweetheart, it happens"

"no but this is so gross"

he shook his head and walked over to the other side of the bed, helping you up. "its okay, you cant help it" he whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist gently, swaying you.

you sighed as you pulled away, watching him begin to strip the sheets off, "noo, you are gonna be late!" you whine, making him laugh. "I think they will be ok if I come in a few minuets after"

you are quick to push him away, but he spins you around and cups your face. "you are making a big deal out of something that doesnt need to be a big deal" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "just wait here, Ill set up a bath and get you some medicine. do you want tea?" he asked, looking back at you as he gathered the sheets and piled them by the door. You were in shock at his attentiveness, feeling shy.

"yeah?" he asked

"yeah....tea would be nice" you whisper as he leads you to the bathroom and started to fill the tub with water. "just relax ok?" he kissed your hand.

you nodded as he left, allowing you to step into the warm tub, instantly feeling better as Taehyung tended to the laundry, putting new sheets on the bed.

he came back a few minuets later with a cup of tea and fruit, putting it on the little stool he built for you because you often liked to have your laptop to watch tv as you took a bath.

"thank you" you mumble, "im sorry again" you look at him as he kneels on the side on the bath, his hand running through your semi dry hair. "shh, i promise, its ok" he smiled and handed you Tylenol.

you took a few sips of tea as he sat patiently. "do you want me home today, sweetheart?" he asked lovingly

"no no I will be ok, thank you though"

"you sure?" he asked, knowing how your cramps can be. He will never forget the time he came home and found you crying on the floor in the kitchen because the pain was so unbearable.

you looked at him, pressing your lips together in thought.

"well.....i dont want you to get in trouble with work." you spoke

he giggled, "I think they wont mind, besides, I rather spend a day with my girl then learning choreography for 6 hours"

you smiled and nodded, "ok then....can you stay?" you ask timidly

"of course" he kissed your head. "give me a few minuets and ill join you" he smiled and stood up to leave for a moment.

You hummed contently, you don't know what you must have done in a past life to deserve this, or him, but damnit you were one lucky girl.

farmer!taehyung 2: first time (m)

again, pretty self explanatory. Happy birthday 🥺💖

The stars align differently out here—they’re bluer and brighter and look like they’re an arms-reach away. Taehyung’s mother believes in some elusive cosmic divinity he’ll never understand. Says he was born by the stars, for the stars. And he believes it’s all bogus folklore she learned because she never went to school, but this was before he met you.

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