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Pairing: Taehyung x OC 

Type: Series

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

Warning: Dirty-ish. 

Words: 1316

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Seoul.

This last leg of this tour was kicking her ass. She didn't expect to go from intern to production team. She did her job, absorbed everything she could while learning on the fly.

She had been blessed to have the opportunity to get near the boys. Lots of apps, lots of patience on the part of the staff, and a lot of mistranslations later - she was conversational in Korean.

She needed to be as she found herself suddenly in South Korea for a few months. They'd sped through regional tours before going East. She made sure to keep out of the way of the bangtan bomb filming. As long as the cameras were down, it was ok to speak to the staff - and the boys.

And it happened a lot. Especially at the concert wrap when there was meat, soju, booze, and good feelings from a job well done. They'd all return to their hotel rooms to snag whatever amount of sleep before red-eye flights the next day.

Well, this particular evening found her loose-lipped and lighter in her step. She had left her cellphone at the dinner table - or she thought. She called it to see if one of the production team snagged it for her.

"I-I'm sorry. I think I left my phone at dinner. I can come and grab it." It was early in the morning, yet still too early for people to be asleep. There was a husky chuckle that greeted her instead.

"I wondered whose phone this was." Oh, no. The voice on the other end sounded too amused at her mistake. She swallowed thickly as she schooled her voice into something pleasant.

"V-ssi. I am SO sorry. You must be exhausted. I can just get it from you tomorrow." There was a long, tense silence before he spoke. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"No, no. It's ok. I can bring it to you." He sounded as if he was ready to go on an adventure.

"Ah, no! It's fine. Really. You should get some rest!" She could hear the door closing already on his end. He was really coming to her room.

"It's ok, Noona. It'll only take a second." There was that playful, almost child-like demeanor of his. "See you soon." He hung up. He hung up on her, the little shit!

Panic set in as she made her way to the door, maybe she could just meet him in the hallway. She yanked the door open only to slam into him as he reached up to knock. She pinwheeled her arms for a hot second as he reached out to pull her flush to him.

Their eyes met as he waved the phone in his free hand. "I believe this is yours?" She was barefoot, making them just barely eye-level for height.

"A-ah, right. It is." She reached out to grab it as he pulled his hand back. A brow arched as she tilted her head, just so.

"You should respect your elders, V." Her lips pursed as his stare darkened. His fingers splayed against the base of her spine caused her toes to wiggle against the carpet. She was a few years older than all of them. She didn't care about the whole hierarchy thing, but out of respect for her workmates? She adhered to it - if and when told it was required.

"I'm not a kid, you know?" Her lips settled into a flatline. It had been a joke, at first. She had fun thinking of them as dorky little brothers. But, things change when you spend a lot of time around a person. And for some reason? That change had happened with Taehyung.

There they stood, hovering, in her doorway with the rest of the staff most likely heading up for the night. His hand holding the base of her spine. She pressed too tightly to him, looking like a cliche moment out of any drama. "Look, V. It's late can yo-.."

He tilted his head just that scant inch down to her, his brow arched as he held the phone further away from her. "Taehyung," He interrupted her.

"Excuse me?"

"Taehyung."

"I know that's your name."

"So use it."

"What?" Her head tilted as if she needed to clear her ears. "What was that?"

"Don't call me V. Call me Taehyung - use my name."

"Are you serious right now?" She was fighting back irritation.

"Say my name." He shook her phone in her direction. "...and you can have this back." His lips curled up into the faintest of smirks.

"This is no ti-"

"Say my name - or we're both going to have some explaining to do." The devious smile and tone were not to be ignored.

"Fine!" She huffed, rolling her eyes. "T-Taehyung."

"Hmm? What was that?" He tilted his head closer to hear the sound of her voice again. "Can you say it louder?"

She knew that this man loved to prank people. She snapped her teeth into a pleasant smile. "Taehyung, please...?" Her hand opened for her phone.

"Please ...what?" He crooned. She narrowed her eyes as he continued to push his luck.

"Taehyung, please don't push your luck." He blinked. The phone was released into her hands. Now, if he would just let her go. A look slid along the arm that held her against him.

"You can let go now." The hold got tighter. She turned back to him, and their noses brushed. Oh, no. No, no. The funniest thing is that his eyes were a lovely dark shade of brown. He was devastating in colored lenses, but there was something about his natural eye color?

Wait, why are we that close?!

He wasn't!? He couldn't?! He did. Taehyung took that moment of shock as an opener letting their lips brush. She tasted like peach soju and cider. His fingers splayed against the middle of her back as he leaned in. There was a sharp inhale as he stepped her backward into her room.

His hold was firm as their lips danced a hesitant tango. Her hands sank against his chest, unsure of how, where, and if to kiss him? He trying to conquer, demand, and plunder the plush of her lips. The tip of their tongues touched for an electrifying moment that snapped them out of the dance.

It left them both breathless, wide-eyed, and hyperaware. Taehyung leaned in again as her hand covered his mouth. "I think you need to go." Her voice was loud, but cracking, as she gulped for air.

She felt good against him - and now she knew she did as well. His teeth set into the meat of his lip as fingers danced away from her body. One step, two steps back as he smirked at her. "Goodnight, Noona." Taehyung dipped out into the hallway, making haste back to his room.

She turned the lights off, fully dressed, climbed into bed, and prayed she could forget this. Her fingers danced along the surface of her lips. "I'm going to lose my job."

Taehyung's back pressed into the door, causing a soft click. There was a half-smile on his face. The tip of his tongue darted out against his bottom lip. "Peach." He preferred the fruity ones anyway. His teeth set into his bottom lip, pulling the sweetness into his mouth. "Aish!?" He should have kissed her senseless! He growled his frustration as he yanked his clothes off.

The hot spray of the shower wasn't doing enough. Aroused. Unfulfilled. Determined. The water beat against bothered skin as Taehyung pondered all the ways he could get her alone. He stared at the throbbing arousal tapping against his stomach.

Oh, no. Taehyung had no plans on touching himself tonight. It would be her hands moving against him if he had his way.

And he did - in a fashion, for the following 5 months.