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nexus (m) part 6

pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader ft. hobi x reader, namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader

smut: taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader, some hobi x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

genre: 18+ slow burn romance mafia elite arranged marriage murder mystery thriller

characters: detective jungkook, heir taehyung, ceo namjoon, arms dealer hoseok, bartender yoongi, doctor jimin, best friend/heir seokjin

wordcount: 6.2k

warnings: 18+ multiple smut scenes, oral (f and m), fingering, sexual tension, like a lot of sexual tension, a lot of subtle touching, grinding, kisses, possessive behavior, tsundere!taehyung, implied bipolar disorder, angstttt, betrayal, light yandere undertones, taehyung gets his first kiss...and some other things too ;) breast play, hella teasing, did i mention sexual tension idk taehyung is hot ok but hes also scary do with that what you will, declarations of love, jungkook tryna be sweet we been knew ig, as you might imagine this sets the foreplay for loads of smut in the next part LOL, its a lot of slow burn build up and evident thirsting over this taehyung okay im not sorry

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“I can’t lose you”

Taehyung’s words haunted you as you stared aimlessly at the tiled ceiling. The hospital room chilly, the smell of alcohol—the sanitizing kind, unfortunately—overwhelming your senses. There were other things you could be thinking about. Namjoon in jail. Jimin dead. Hobi betraying your trust.

But no. It had been Taehyung’s eyes that were on your mind—was it concern? Worry? Taehyung with emotions was a rare sighting. You were practically cherishing the moment.   

“It’s late”

The devil in question sat by the windowsill of your private hospital room, minding his own. Reading. Fingers bending the corners of a paperback novel as his eyes trailed over the pages with interest.

Even in the dark hue of the night, the faded moon seemed to hit his face just right.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Go to sleep” His answer was frank, “None of that matters until you get better”

“How can I not think about it?” You snapped. “Namjoon went to jail for me. Because I was an idiot and trusted Hobi. Bet my ass he killed Dr. Park too. I’m probably next. And if he murders me—you won’t get to, Tae”

The corners of Taehyung’s lips curled ever so slightly.

His uninterested eyes steady on the pages of his novel. Not bothering to glance your way.

“Have you ever considered just keeping yourself out of dangerous situations? Whatever it is you’re trying to prove…that you’re powerful, like your mother…that my family wronged you—all it does is show that you’re still their puppet.”

He exhaled sharply, a dismissive scoff that tore your confidence thread by thread, finally meeting your eyes.

“It’s pathetic”

You’d had just about enough of him. Fingernails digging into your palms.

“You’re an asshole Taehyung” You informed him. He shrugged.

“I’m honest” He countered. “And you’re not used to that. You’re used to being babied.” Finally setting his book aside, he walked up to your bedside, kneeling down until he was at your eye level.

“Now will you please sleep?”

The look in his eyes perplexed you. You couldn’t quite tell if he was annoyed, or if he genuinely cared about your health.

Deep down, you knew he was right. Everything you’d done had been to prove a point.

Taehyung rested his head on the armrest. Watching you intently, his eyes tired, dropping unconsciously.

“You’re the one who needs sleep, idiot” You muttered under your breath, letting your fingers run through his soft, wispy black hair. “Taehyung” You nudged him. He barely opened his eyes. 

“Get in here” You shifted over, giving him space. He didn’t question it in the moment, he was probably too tired. He didn’t face you. Kept a decent distance between you both.

You were paralyzed. Aware of his every breath. Aware of the way he shifted himself to get comfortable—you could sense the intention in his avoidance of touching your skin even slightly. His scent was more prominent.

“Do you miss your mother?”

His question was so quiet, you weren’t even sure it was real.

And it occurred to you then, that you’d never thought about it. That you’d never even been asked. In the chaos of your mother’s death, your move to the Kim’s and Taehyung being sent away—you barely even processed anything. All you remembered was Jin being so patronizingly worried about you—convincing you that he was all you needed. That you moving in with him would fix everything.

You blinked wildly. Trying to piece together a coherent answer.

“I liked her” A smile creeped onto his face. Or so you thought, as you turned to see the side of his face—his eyes steady on the ceiling fan. “She’d always get me hotteok”

You watched him. Inspected the mole on his neck. The curve of his cheek. The way his long lashes merged when he’d blink. The way the night sparkled in his eyes. The same eyes that would bend your will so easily.

Young Taehyung would give you one look and you’d give him the world. And he’d known it too.

It was so quiet. But your chest was beating loud in your ears.

You must have fallen asleep despite yourself. Dreaming of Jungkook had become a standard practice. This time, he was drowning. You were him, and he couldn’t breathe. You reached out to him as he screamed for you. He was terrified. Falling. Dying.

Breathe.

You tried to tell him. Swim to the surface. Breathe. Something chained him down.

Your eyes shot open.

It was dark.

You. You couldn’t breathe.

Suffocating you, the cotton tasted bitter on your toungue. You squirmed. Thrashing, trying to grab for someone—anyone. You screamed out, for what it was worth. Scratching at the strong hands that held the pillow down over your face.

Adrenaline surged. It occurred to you to kick your legs. You did.

Suddenly the grip loosened.

Taehyung was on the floor.

Panting.

Hyperventilating.

The pillow inches from his palm.

He was quivering. Eyes shot—looking down as if he himself couldn’t believe what he was doing.

You stared at him. Trying to comprehend. Trying to rationalize.

“Taehyung” His name left your mouth in a more accusatory manner than you meant it to. Was it a question or a plea—you were unsure. He met your eyes, and you saw fear. As if he’d been pulled out of a trance.

“I—” He couldn’t form the words. He receded into himself, moving back until he was as far from your hospital bed as he could be. Back pressed against the wall as he hugged his knees to his chest. His voice was shaking, “I don’t—”

“Were you trying to kill me?” You yelped, looking around suddenly for your phone. Grabbing it you held it to your chest, ready to call for help if he tried anything. You almost wanted to laugh—thinking for a moment that you were safe around Kim fucking Taehyung.

You should’ve known better.

Taehyung’s eyes were overcome with horror. Disgust, at himself. He looked at his hands as if they weren’t a part of his own body. Then back at you.

“Princess” He was breathless, “—I swear, I didn’t mean to. I was d-dreaming, I didn’t know”

You gulped. Your fingers curling around your phone as you tried to think.

Maybe he was telling you the truth. Taehyung didn’t know to lie to you. He was honest if nothing else.

“Come back” You let your voice soften, but your body remained tense. “Go back to sleep Tae”

Taehyung gave you an uncertain look.

You rose from the bed, the hospital gown falling loosely around your curves. Kneeling down, you met his eyes at his level. Taking the pillow from the ground, you reached your other hand out to him.

“Maybe,” You sighed, “Maybe being in a hospital is triggering for you” It was a stretch, but you needed to believe there was something. Something that wasn’t that Taehyung hated your guts. Resented you, and would go as far as to kill you in your sleep because of it.

“It is”

He confessed quietly, still not meeting your gaze.

The pout on his lips, evident.

“You didn’t have to stay”

He looked at you.

He said nothing.

“Why don’t I call Yoongi, hm?” You reasoned, “He can take you home” And then you can call Jungkook and get the fuck away from him.

The phone rang.

Jungkook groaned, shoving his face into his pillow.

It kept fucking ringing.

Knowing deep down it might be the precinct, reluctantly, he put the phone to his ear.

“Hey”

Your voice was an aphrodisiac.

He felt it straight in his chest. Awake, now. Worried, seconds later.

He rubbed his eyes, checking his phone to see how late it was.

“Y/n? Baby, is everything okay? Are you still at the hospital?”

“I’m fine.” You weren’t. He could hear the tremble in your voice, “I just sent Taehyung home. Can I come to your place?”

Jungkook sighed. “Sure. I’ll be there soon”

Perks of having a police vehicle. Traffic was never an issue for him.

Entering the hospital, he noticed Yoongi and Taehyung in the lobby, heading towards the back exit. Yoongi had his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. Seemed to be reassuring him.

Jungkook wondered what happened. You called Yoongi to the hospital so late to take Taehyung home.

He got in the elevator. He knew what room you were in. He’d been the one to bring you to the hospital, before the staff kindly reminded him he was not family—or rather, he wasn’t a Kim, and therefore couldn’t go into your room.

Then Jimin’s body was found. Duty called.

Three gunshots. He didn’t see him, but the autopsy report was eerily similar to that of his own fathers.

You were waiting at the front desk of the inpatient ward. Signing what he assumed were your discharge papers. You noticed him, eyes lighting up immediately.

Jungkook placed his calloused palm against your cheek. Your eyes were so fucking beautiful it stung him just to look at you.

“You’re okay” He breathed, reassuring himself more than anything. His voice trembled softly into a chuckle as you nodded, covering his palm with your own.

“Yeah, I’m okay” His lips neared yours, not touching, but enough for you to feel his breath scrape against your nerves.

He took your hand in his, and led you out of the hospital to his car. It was a short drive to his apartment. It occurred to him that you’d likely never stepped foot on this side of the city. The streets were narrow. Crippling houses dotted his peripheral—a faint scent of smoke through his windows.

He parked on the edge of the street, in front of an average-sized apartment complex.

“The Jeon Manor” He joked lightly.

You pouted, grabbing his hand. Fingers lacing with his.

“You know I don’t care that you’re not rich”

Jungkook wanted to scoff. But he held it back. If only you knew. If only you realized what could have been his, if it hadn’t been for—

“I don’t care where we are, I just want to be with you”

You brought his hand to your lips.

“Stop” He exhaled.

“W-what?”

“Stop saying shit like that when you won’t fucking commit”

You gulped. His stare was intense as he pulled his hand away from you, running in through his dark curls.

“Jungkook” You reached for his shirt, tugging the fabric towards you but Jungkook’s jaw hardened. He turned away. “Jungkook I’m serious”

“You won’t leave Nexus for me, you told me that. You won’t fight for me”

You tugged harder. He grabbed your wrist, harsher than he meant to. Glaring at you.

You didn’t understand. Jungkook should have known. Why would you? This was personal for you. Running Nexus was a point you had to prove, he understood that. But it was the very thing he needed you to give up. If not, then you’d never forgive him for what was coming.

“I love you”

Jungkook’s eyes clenched shut, almost out of regret. He felt tears but pushed them down.

“No.” He shook his head. Shit. He had let this go too far.

For as much as he’d wanted to hear it, it was a wake up call. The two of you couldn’t be together.

“You can’t”

Then he kissed you. His heart was erratic, breathing too. A desperate kiss, fierce with need. Your body fell limp, melting into his touch. Falling into him because he was everything and all you needed.

-

Somehow, he brought you to his apartment. Kicking the door closed.

He lifted you onto the counter, not letting you breathe—not letting you think, but fighting a sweet war with your lips. You were spinning. Losing yourself every passing second—seconds which passed so slowly as the moment consumed you.

His hands which rested on the sides of your hips, crawled beneath the hem of your shirt. Delicately they explored your skin, rising to the curves of your chest. Caressing your breast, he deepened the kiss, tongue pushing past yours, tangling together.

“Jungkook” You whimpered. His mouth slanting down your jaw, to your neck. Where he tasted your sweet skin and you arched into him. His fingers drawing across your nipples with intention, causing fire to pulse through you.

You could feel him pressed against you, hips locked. Rocking ever so slightly.

Your phone began to vibrate. Jungkook hissed in irritation, backing away as you answered the call.

“Y/n”

Your blood ran cold.

That voice.

“Run”

You could see Jungkook’s eyes narrow at you. The line went dead. You were too stunned to speak.

“Who was it?” Jungkook inquired, looking at your phone. Gulping, you shook your head.

“I-um—just remembered that I need to take care of something”

His fingers hovered over your waist. “Okay, I can drive you” You stiffened as he kissed your neck again. “Or we could go after 20 minutes” His voice was husky.

Run.

Jungkook’s lips dipped to your chest, pushing the hem of your t-shirt up. Leaving pronounced kisses on every inch of skin he could find.

Run. Run. Run. Run.

You squinted behind him. There was an old family photograph hanging on the wall.

Two young boys. A father.

Their suits. Well-tailored. Designer.

Your breath hitched, Jungkook’s fingers slid across your slit.

“I love you baby” He mumbled as his lips returned to yours. “So fucking much, I almost hate you for it”

Two boys. A father.

Two.

“You’re an only child, right?”

Jungkook’s actions halted.

“Yeah,” He wiped his lips, “My mom died when I was young.”

“Any, other relatives…?” You slid off the counter carefully, pieces in your mind beginning to fit together.

Jungkook’s face hardened. Jaw stiff.

“Did Jimin say some bullshit to you?”

Oh God. Jimin had been hinting at some connection between Jin and Jungkook all along. You thought it had been a joke. A way to toy with Jungkook’s head.

That day. After you fucked Jungkook for the first time. Jin saw him. Jin knew him.

What if Jimin had been right? What if he had been the only one who was truly looking out for you all along?

“Did you kill Jimin?” The question had no sound. The air was still. The two of you, frozen in time.

“Come on, Y/n.” Jungkook sighed, “Jimin got what he deserved, but no I did not. He hurt you. He’s insane”

You flinched when he reached for your wrist.

He knew you figured it out.

You stepped outside the apartment. Running down the steps until you were back on the street. Outside Yoongi stood, leaning against the stone wall across the street as though he were expecting you.

“You knew” Was all you said.

Yoongi sighed, “I knew about Jungkook, but I needed to make sure if my hunch about Jin was true.”

You laughed bitterly. “That’s why my mother hated Jin. Because,” You couldn’t even say it. It made you want to vomit.

“Jin is a Jeon”

You blinked back tears. “But, why would he kill his own father?”

“Unless, he didn’t”

“Oh my God. You think…” You exhaled, feeling weak again. Yoongi held you upright. “Taehyung?”

He shrugged lightly, “It’s possible. More believable that a mother sends away the son who killed her lover than a son who simply witnessed something”

You were silent.

“You need to be careful” He made his voice as soft and kind as he possibly could. “I know about Hobi, but I’m honestly more suspicious of Jungkook.”

You nodded. The sun seemed to peak out from the horizon. A new day. A new betrayal.

Then the sound of the voice on the phone hit you. Run. So familiar. Like a ghost.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah love?”

“Did you call my phone earlier?”

He shook his head. “No…why?”

“You’re back early” Taehyung answered the door, “Figured you’d spend the whole night with the Detective” His bland tone seemed to have been revived. You were too bewildered to care. You pushed past him, Yoongi following behind. Taehyung greeted him nicely. “Hyung”

You slumped into the couch immediately. Hand on your forehead as if it would ease the pounding.

Yoongi watched you, concerned. Taehyung looked to him for an explanation.

“So listen,” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now, but we still need to stay focused on pushing Hoseok out. The shareholders will be at the casino this evening for the anniversary gala”

“Yoongi” You laughed bitterly, “I don’t want to—”

“Y/n,” He responded, adamant, “This is what it’s like. You can’t hide just because shit’s hard. You’re not Jin’s princess anymore, you have responsibilities if you want back what’s yours. Taehyung isn’t ready to handle society on his own. He needs you”

A tear rolled down your cheek.

“Get some sleep” Yoongi rested his hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently. “It’s 7 AM, you’ve got plenty of time to get yourself together” His gaze diverted to Taehyung. “Black tie formal. I’ll send a suit for you. Make sure this one starts getting dressed at least 3 hours before we leave—she takes forever”

You let out a sad laugh, knowing Yoongi was trying to cheer you up but failing epically when all you had was a broken heart and impending doom.

Yoongi left, but Taehyung remained standing in front of you. A safe distance away, he simply observed you.

“You can sit you know” You grumbled.

He didn’t react. Didn’t move an inch.

“What’s wrong?” He inquired after a moment.

“Nothing,” You chuckled, “Just another missed opportunity for you to be the cause of my misery.”

“Was it,” Taehyung took a deep breath. Pausing, considering his next words carefully, “Was it him? Did the Detective hurt you?”

His eyes seemed to flash with something you couldn’t quite read.

“No” You stood up finally, “No the Detective is just another lying, manipulative asshole like the rest of you”

You walked past him, heading towards the foyer.

“I thought you loved him”

You whirled around. How he had managed to pick that up, you had no idea.

“I’ve decided I’m done with love” You stated confidently, “I end up falling for liars anyway”

You proceeded to storm up the stairs.

You were woken up by the sound of soft footsteps. Squinting, the evening sun blaring into your room, you noticed Taehyung pacing nervously outside of your room.

He was dressed.

Yoongi must have come by with the suit. It fit him perfectly. His dark hair was styled, tousled but neater than usual. His shoulders were prominent. The tailoring was perfect for his lean figure, and long legs. A gold watch on his wrist. It looked natural. He wore it so well.

Just like his brother.

Run.

“You’re awake” Finally, Taehyung stepped inside your room.

“Get dressed” He motioned towards a dry-cleaning bag that lay on your desk.

“Taehyung,” You sat upright, wiping the drool from your lips, “You look very handsome”

He blinked at you. Then walked away.

If you had any lingering doubt in your mind that the man by your side was in fact, Kim Taehyung—they were utterly dismissed. His Kim colors were shining. Despite his typical cold nature to you, Taehyung was the embodiment of charm.

Stepping into the casino, he had been initially overwhelmed by the stimulus: the lights, the slot machining whirring with bright colors, the crowd. You could feel him visibly tense even though he remained an appropriate distance away from you at all times. Close enough that folks knew you’d come together. Far enough to show you that he hadn’t forgotten about what happened.

The first few people who’d approached you had been friends of his mothers. You knew everyone well, everyone knew you. Taehyung would be quiet, shy at first, but it was that very aspect of his personality that made him alluring. He knew exactly what to say. His observant nature allowed him to navigate the different dynamics, pick up on cues expertly.

The elders respected his aura. The young were entranced by his mystery.

Every person he talked to was ready to trust him with their life. And if that wasn’t a Kim trait, you weren’t sure what was.

The only hiccups would arise when folks would bring up the past.

“Aren’t you two getting engaged?” Mr. Lee, one of Kim Enterprises’ stakeholders, asked politely, “So tragic what happened to dear Seokjin. But have you rescheduled?”

With speedy hesitation, Taehyung slid a hand onto the small of your back, looking into your eyes. There was a genuine passing of emotion, ever so subtle. He spoke, to Mr. Lee, but really—to you.

“In time” He smiled slightly. Looking back to Mr. Lee, “We are still mourning, in our own way”

“I’m sure Jin would be so proud of you”

You felt Taehyung tense at the implication. He maintained his composure, nevertheless, but you could see the turmoil stirring within him. Mr. Lee excused himself, and you turned to Taehyung, searching his eyes.

The mere mention of Jin had been pushing him closer and closer to the edge all night.

“Tae” You sighed, caressing his arm. “Want to take a break?”

“Please” His response was curt, but you could see his other hand balled up in a fist. Jin’s name had such a radial effect on him—one that reminded you that despite his ability to play the social field, he was dangerous.

Taehyung followed you to the backrooms where a younger crowd was immersed in pool, poker, and other debauchery.

“They loved you”

Taehyung merely shrugged. “Play the man, not the game” His eyes ghosted over you, “You taught me that”

You snorted lightly, as you found a quieter spot away from the buzz, Taehyung leaned against a wall, looking at ease.

“Taehyung, do remember how to play pool?” You asked suddenly as the billiard table came into your vision.

Taehyung thought for a moment. “Not really. But I’ll learn”

“Winner makes a wish, loser fulfills it” You challenged him. You really couldn’t help yourself. Being in the casino made you crave risk. But Taehyung wasn’t ready for high stakes, you knew that.

“Fine”

You start off expertly. Taehyung handed you the pool cue, the smooth wood cool against your fingertips.

"Alright, let me show you the basics," you said, positioning yourself near the table with a practiced ease.

He watched intently, his eyes following the calculated movements of your hands as you lined up a shot.

You demonstrated the proper stance, the controlled grip, and the delicate finesse required to send a ball into the pocket. With each shot, you explained the strategy, the physics of the angles, and the importance of precision.

You hit the shot expertly. With a smirk, you put down the pool cue and motioned for Taehyung to take your place.

"Your turn, Tae."

He eyed you skeptically but took the cue, positioning himself for the shot. You stepped behind him, your hand gently guiding his.

You’d never been so close to him. Not since the day you reunited, and he hugged you. And asked: are you scared of me, Princess?

Ever since then, there were oceans between you that you could only dream of crossing. He smelled good, you couldn’t help breathing in his fresh aura. The dimly lit room seemed to fade away just for a moment, and you wondered if he was effected like you were.

"Now, focus," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear, though you maintained a level of indifference in your tone.

Taehyung's breath hitched imperceptibly, but he composed himself, focusing on the game. With your guidance, he took the shot, sinking the ball into the pocket expertly.

"Perfect," you praised, the ghost of a smile on your lips. "See, you’re a natural yet again. A true Kim”

Taehyung turned to face you, his gaze intense. "Anything I am is because of you”

You stiffened. His words were both a compliment and an accusation. God, seeing this side of him made him even more terrifying, because you didn’t trust yourself not to buy into the fact that he was some pure, innocent version of his older brother. He wasn’t. Kim Taehyung was unhinged. Any second he could snap, and you were on eggshells.

“Your turn” He handed back the cue. A few shots later, the two of you were neck and neck. The ocean between you two drying up slowly with every exchange of banter.

“Done with love, huh?”

You circled him as he lined up his next shot.

“What exactly did the Detective do to make you say something like that?”

You pursed your lips. “Why, gonna go beat him up?”

With a flick of his shoulder, the ball went in. Taehyung stood straight. “Maybe. What’d he do?”

He leaned against the table, handing you the cue as you positioned yourself. “He lied. He betrayed me. And I’m tired of loving liars”

“Didn’t you also lie to him?” He challenged. You shot him a glare. “Why haven’t you told him everything?”

You hit your mark. You missed. Taehyung’s blatant honesty was always unnerving. He wasn’t one to play games. “It’s complicated. I didn’t trust him. I still don’t trust him”

“And you expected him to trust you” Taehyung shrugged blandly. He stole the cue from your hand and before you could blink, he snapped the final shot. “Seems fair”

Taehyung’s last ball went in.

He beat you.

“Well” Taehyung huffed, trying to hide his gleaming pleasure. You almost wanted to roll your eyes. “I suppose that’s that” He looked at you expectantly.

“Okay Kim Taehyung, what wish can I grant you?” Cue in hand, you pretended to curtsy. Taehyung grabbed the end of the stick, using it to tug you towards him.

The space between you vanished. Only the cue between you, until Taehyung pulled it from your grip and set it aside.

There was something unrecognizable in his eyes. He licked his lips unconsciously.

“Well?” You looked up at him, suddenly aware of his height.

His fingers held your chin, tilting your face upward. Except his touch wasn’t harsh. Wasn’t painful.

Taehyung inhaled.

Your eyes widened as he closed his mouth over yours. His eyes shut—kissing you with a depraved delicateness. As if he was drinking your soul like he was the devil himself.

A touch so tender, and yet it seemed to steal away every last bit of purity within you, leaving behind a raging storm. Activating something so sinful—so wicked. All due to the decadent taste of his delicate lips.

He pushed your mouth open, deepening the kiss. And you—you were lost. Still utterly shocked that—Kim Taehyung was kissing you. The Kim Taehyung that wanted you dead. The Kim Taehyung who blamed you for everything—was actually kissing you.

It wasn’t like you’d never thought about it. The two of you no longer had to get engaged, but you lived with the man. And he was gorgeous. His quiet, mesmerizing charm. Enigmatic, smoldering and yet so calm. Who knew beneath that cold demeanor there was a tsunami waiting to be unleashed? 

He didn’t give you an opportunity to question him. His lips felt too good on yours for you to care. The casino around you seemed to vortex—everything spinning: the colorful lights—until you were airborne.

Floating. Dizzy. Afraid to fall but so fucking glad you were in the sky.

His mouth coaxed out your fierceness until you began to feel impatient. You placed your hand on his pounding chest, a light push until he sat down on the bench. You slid into his lap, no longer thinking—no longer caring that you were in public. That there was a room full of people in the casino who could be staring. Taking pictures. Gossiping.

They were all dead for all you cared.

You gasped audibly, a soft moan as he pulled you impossibly closer. You were losing your breath. On the verge of fainting—overwhelmed with sensations. Everything was heightened—everything felt alive.

His hand was behind your neck, the other one on the small of your back. Both yours in his wavy black—cloud like hair.

He pulled away, finally—barely. Catching his breath. His chest rising as fast as yours, offset by his erratic heartbeat. He was nervous.

Was that his first kiss?

He swallowed, uncomfortably on edge. His eyes were dark with desire. An angry kind of lust.

You searched your mind for words. Something to tell him that he did so good. That you loved it—and you wanted more. He was searching your gaze for something, but you were speechless.

So you kissed him again. Because how the hell else are you supposed to communicate.

“Taehyung” Your hands moved to cup his cheeks. You shifted, letting your body roll against his. Grinding against him slow and sensual, letting your movements mimic those of your lips. He was hard—painstakingly so. And he felt so good tucked between your legs. Throbbing for you. Both his hands lowered to your hips, then back up your back as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you—or maybe he couldn’t believe you were real.

His hold was strong—not rough. Touch intentional but not desperate. He took his time with you as if he had all the time in the world, but was still somehow starved. Drinking from you was his only salvation. You—you were his salvation. And he was your ruin.

He pushed you away, suddenly. You blinked, dizzy from the loss of touch. Sensitive and damp, heart throbbing fast. He didn’t meet your gaze.

“Fuck”

You could see the judgmental stares all around. Rolling your jaw you smirked at the crowd.

“We own this place. I’d mind your business”

The chatter dissipated. You redirected your attention back onto Taehyung.

“Taehyung?” Your voice was soft. “You okay?”

You noticed how tightly he was gripping the table. His head down, looking anywhere but up at you. Eyes wide, spiraling in thought.

“I—” He exhaled, closing his eyes again.

Was he--?

You couldn’t help yourself. You knew he’d despise you for it—but Kim Taehyung already despised you. You weren’t going to pass up a chance to feel him cum.

You shifted his chair so he was facing away from prying eyes. Carefully you snuck under the pool table, clawing at his pants.

His fingers pulled your hand away. A warning glare.

You yanked your hand away, unzipping his pants and letting his pretty cock spring free.

You clicked your tongue. Poor thing was ready to burst.

Licking your lips, you let your tongue glide from his base all the way up his length where you left a soft, sweet kiss on his tip. You slid his tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked.

Flattening your tongue, you let his cock rest there. Like a dog, you waited for him to cum all over you.

Then you looked up at him.

His eyes locked onto yours—and they were wild.

He hissed, shooting into your mouth. You drank up everything he had to give—and it was quite a bit. He bucked over, knuckles turning white. The bite into his lip released blood with how hard he was trying to stay quiet. You let him push his cock into the hollow of your cheek and spurts continued to flow out of him. You rested your hand on his knee, and his hand covered yours. Holding it tenderly—as if he were thanking you.

You cleaned him up quickly, before returning to your seat, adjusting your dress inconspicuously.

You grinned at him, but he was not amused at all. Still panting.

“Was that your wish?” You beamed at him. He chuckled softly.

“I just wanted to know what it felt like”

It was an innocent intention. Almost heartwarming.

“And, what do you think?” You leaned into him, “Did I rock your world, Kim Taehyung?”

“You are my world. There was never a doubt”

His eyes glossed over. You wanted to melt in his gaze. Unravel. Instead, you were plunged into cold water.

“Fancy seeing you two here”

The hairs on your body straightened. Chills seeping over you at the familiar voice, laced with betrayal.

“Jung Hoseok” He extended a hand to Taehyung, “Pleasure’s all mine baby boy” Taehyung skeptically shook it.

-

Hobi was extremely amused at what he had walked in on. Of course, a whore like you would take a matter of days to wrap the young Kim boy around your finger.

“Nice job leashing the puppy” He muttered, cigarette at the edge of his lips. The smoke wisping past your unamused expression.

“I should kill you” Hobi grinned at your response.

“No need,” He tapped the cigarette ash on the edge of the ash tray. He had brough you to his private booth. Leaving Taehyung for the wolves.

“What do you want, Hobi? I don’t want to leave Taehyung alone too long”

“Why?” He leaned closer to you. His hand resting on your bare thigh. Your dress was so fucking slutty, he loved it. He always loved the way you’d dress to gamble. As if your body gave you an edge—it did. He knew you crumbled rich playboy’s resolve with one bat of your pretty eyes. “Are you so desperate for dick you’d take your lover’s little brother’s virginity?”

You rolled your eyes. “I asked you a fucking question,”

“A birdy told me that you found out about Jin’s daddy”

You squinted at him. “What about it?”

“Don’t you want to know the whole story?” Hobi’s fingers hooked under the straps of your dress, playing with them. “Of the infamous Jeon family? And your mother—the woman who tore down a legacy”

His hand slid between your legs.

“Long long ago, the entire arms distribution business lay in the hands of one famous Korean gangster. Jeon Junghyun.”

He brushed against your clit. Gentle circles while he gazed into your eyes. A wicked grin. Like he could kiss you or stab you in the back.

You latched onto his arm as he lured you towards an orgasm. His face burying against your neck, breathing you in as he continued to touch you. Nothing except your soft whimpers in the air.

The heat from his body infected your every nerve. His breath scalding over your cheek.

“Then there was this clever little bitch” You inhaled sharply, edging forward towards your high. He could tell—because he pressed a little harder.

“Who manipulated her way to the top. Gained favor of everyone under him and took him out with a stab to the back” His hands roamed your body, sliding up your dress. He pushed the fabric up until it bunched up above your breasts which he grabbed at eagerly.

Thumbs rolling over your nipples, he continued “She took everything from him, leaving him and his two sons to rot. But she wasn’t cruel. She let him stay as her right-hand”

Hobi left a soft kiss against your left breast. Then another. And another. His thumb back onto your clit, he licked and suckled you. You gasped—looking at him with big, pleading eyes. Curving into his touch.

“She grew the business. An arms distribution pipeline can be used for a lot of things. She went legit. Bought out other companies with the blood money. Began distributing just about everything.”

He licked your lips. The sensation like that of slowly sinking into absolute, soft bliss. Licking down your jaw, fluttering desperate hisses across your neck.

Then, he slipped one finger in—your face heating at the sound. You clenched around the protrusion and he reached deep inside. Working you slowly, carefully—before adding in another.

His kisses trailed back up to your mouth. His breaths were heavy, swallowing your moans. It was hauntingly intimate.

“Hobi” You pleaded, gripping onto him as you shook. Orgasm sweeping over you like an earthquake. Tremors from your heart to every finger and toe in your body. He was so wildly aroused that he couldn’t look away. His fingers were steady nevertheless, pumping you through it. “Fuck, Hobi please”

“Jeon Jungkook wants you dead sweetheart” The pain from his words pushed you over the edge. You soaked over his fingers, twitching wildly. “And so did his hyung. Kim Seokjin.”

-

The brisk night air bit at your skin as you seized Taehyung's wrist, pulling him outside. People were chattering, smoking cigars, the lights from the casinos madness still polluting the air. Limousines, sleek and imposing, formed a line ready to usher the remaining guests to their destinations.

Waving down a driver, you led Taehyung inside one. The plush leather seats cool against your exposed legs. The interior lit so you could see him in front of you, clear as day.

The light shut. Instead there were light sparkles on the ceiling of the limo as it began to move. The champagne swirled in your mind as you leaned back, looking out the window. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Like a rush, you wanted to lose yourself.

Your eyes shut for a moment. Remembering the way the light danced on your fac when you were with Jungkook that night at the club. Yearning for his touch, the look in his eyes when he told you how he felt.

You swallowed thickly, heart in too much pain to go down that road. You looked at Taehyung next to you, instinctively reaching out to touch his face. Gently, you took hold of his chin, coaxing his gaze to meet yours.

Your thumb traced over his cheek. Fingers dancing over his soft, delicate skin. His eyes fluttered close as you did. Teasing the edge of his lips ever so lightly. He really was a beautiful man. His lips looked soft. Devastating, with the way his shaken breath made them tremble.

He leaned into your touch, your fingers sliding up over his ear, pushing his hair out of his face. It felt like you were getting kicked in the chest repeatedly. Every part of you feeling numb but simultaneously sensitive to even the slightest movement of air.

He exhaled. The flow of his breath wavering. Or was it a moan, you weren’t sure.

You were about to pull your hand away, until Taehyung’s over fingers gripped your wrist. He stared at you, pupils wide. It was these moments where you felt like you could see him. His soft, vulnerable side, behind those concrete walls.

To your surprise, he brought your hand up to his face, kissing the inside of your wrist.

His lips softly melted into the sensitive area. Your breath hitched.

It was furiously intimate.

Holding your hand still, his eyes blinked back up at you. Almost as though he were asking permission.

Your throat was dry. The alcohol loosening the knots on your sense of logic.  

His eyes traced over you, dipping down your entire body. The way he sat, leaning so his knees almost touched yours. The leather suddenly felt so hot against your skin. Under his flaming stare.

He inhaled, steady, before leaning into you. Tracing his nose behind your ear. You shivered. His touch making you dizzy. Needy. Quivering.

“You looked beautiful tonight”

They were plain words.

When he said them, they meant the world. Something bloomed inside you. You were spinning and breathless, mouth parting in shock. His lips barely grazing under your jaw.

He backed away, putting distance between you yet again.

-

Namjoon stood in the foyer, waiting for you to come home. The moment the door swung open, you darted into his embrace. It felt like a familiar haven, and he effortlessly hoisted you up, cradling you in a desperate hug, afraid you might vanish if he let go.

"I missed you," Namjoon murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek before reluctantly releasing you. His gaze then shifted to Taehyung, pride in his voice. "You too. You look great, Taehyung. I heard you went to the casino."

Taehyung's response was measured. "Are you out on bail?"

"No," Namjoon replied with a hint of bitterness, "Yoongi blackmailed Jungkook into letting me go."

Your heart tightened at his name.

"Where is he? I want to see him”

“Absolutely not” Namjoon was firm. “We don’t know how dangerous he is. I have some of my guys looking into it with Yoongi. He sure as hell had been in contact with Jin in the weeks leading up to his murder”

Namjoon cupped your face. “But other than that, it’s over. He won’t contact you. You’re free. I don’t want you worrying about this anymore”

You wanted to laugh at the term. Free. Especially since Namjoon was already back to telling you what you could and couldn’t do.

“What about Nexus?”

Namjoon smiled, taking your hand in his. “Come with me,”

You followed him. Taehyung a few paces behind. Namjoon brought you into the garden. There were a million fireflies. Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at Taehyung, wondering if he remembered your tender moment in this same spot.

Namjoon lowered onto one knee.

Fuck. It was one of those moments where everything was so still. So quiet yet extremely loud in your chest. He smiled. Eyes meeting yours. Brimming.

“Marry me”

Your mouth was dry. The moisture building in your eyes instead. It hurt, deep inside because your mind took you to a certain tattooed, mean and yet tender man who you had left behind.

“Let me give you everything, Y/n” Namjoon continued, “The papers. The stocks. The business. You deserve it all and I will give it to you. I’ve done you wrong, and I know you aren’t where I am. I know you loved someone else”

His proposal hung in the luminous space. His words echoed in your ears. His gaze held both sincerity and vulnerability. He waited for your response, standing up so his fingers could brush against the side of your face. The fireflies flickered like stars behind him.

“I hope someday, it can be more than an arrangement. Someday you might love me the way I love you. But for now, I wanted you to have the option. I will give you everything, I promise”

Tears blurred your vision, and you took a steadying breath. "Namjoon," you whispered, your voice fragile yet resolute. Suddenly, with the prize standing in front of you, waiting for your claim, you realized how serious your answer was. If you married Namjoon, you were signing a deal with the devil. There would be no going back.

"I need time."

His eyes reflected understanding, and he stood, pulling you into a tender embrace. "Take all the time you need," he murmured against your hair.

You could still feel Taehyung watching the scene unfold. His expression unreadable, he retreated into the shadows.

Namjoon walked you to your bedroom, and you kissed him goodnight. He urged you not to stress. To take all the time and he’d be there, waiting when you were ready. No rush. This is what you’d wanted.

So why was it so hard to say yes?

Jungkook’s face engraved into your mind. Your gut flipping. You needed to find him. Needed to talk to him without Namjoon finding out. Your phone began to buzz. Hope coursed through you. Maybe it was him.

You answered quickly, excited.

“Don’t marry him”

There was no way.

“You’re mine”

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GOT IT II

“GOT IT: II”

Genre: Secret Agent (AU), Enemies to Lovers, Travelling with KTH (who doesn’t want to?), Angst, Action, Fluff.

Synopsis: After the previous event, you lost your credibility and reputation from your job as an agent. Desperate to regain back your honor and prominence from the underground business, you accepted a difficult job to transport an article to 3 different countries. The catch? You’re not supposed to know what it is.

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“Mister Müller” you approach the man sitting from the al fresco café.

“Miss Y/L/N, please sit.” He folded the newspaper before him. He called the waiter and ordered for a coffee refill “…and one sweet latte for the lady” he smiled at you.

“What makes you think I like my coffee sweet?” you raised an eyebrow as you slowly take off your sunglasses and lay it down the table. You looked at the name tag of the person taking Mr. Müller’s order. “Fred, One Americano for this lady. Make it two shots of espresso. Thanks”

Mr.Müller sips from his cup and staring at you for a good few seconds “Even until now, you won’t back down from a non-existent competition?”

“With you?” you chuckled “Please, there’s nothing to compete” your coffee finally arrived, you said your thanks to Fred, and slowly sipped from the cup.

“I meant with Kim Taehyung” he continued. You stiffened. It’s been a year since that mishap happened. You once venerated his ingenuity, yet now, you resented his existence. It’s not that you wanted something terrible happen to him, it’s just that you didn’t like to see him ever again. Not even a mention of his name.

Mr.Müller laugh from his seat while watching you evidently disturbed. “I’m sorry for stirring a nerve.” You shift from your seat and crossed your legs. “I know that ever since that event, your clients declined. From what was once a celebrated agent, you have been reduced as a what again?” he laughed midway “a private investigator for rich wives with a cheating husband?”

“Why don’t we cut to the chase, hm?” you put your cup down and fold your arms.

“Mr.Singh, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Your eyes widened at the sound of his name. Of course, you do. He is one of the most influential businessmen around the globe, and to work with him in the underground business seems to be like Midas touch. Every business seems to flourish afterwards.

“Yeah, what about?” you kept your cool, but you were eager to accept the job, whatever it is, if Mr. Singh is involved. You’re already desperate to stop renting dirt cheap basement apartments and eating convenient store chips as snacks. You would rather bask on a caviar filled canapes again, sitting in a balcony with the most coveted view of the city.

“Mr. Singh wants you to transport something from here, in Amsterdam down to Costa Brava, Spain.” There was a moment of silence. Transporting a thing from one destination to another is already difficult, but to transport it from three places? What was it that he wants across?

“What’s in it for me?” you gaze at your cup aimlessly and took another sip.  You took your sweet time to wait for his answer but he didn’t utter a word. You then wiped your lips with the table napkin, now stained with your lipstick “And why me?” you finally looked at him, unsmiling. You learned the hard way not to trust anyone too easily anymore, thanks to him.

“Besides, recovering from your credibility and reputation? well the money… “ he smirked “the money is quite handsome. We picked you because we know how delicate you are in handling a very sensitive article. You could say we love your work ethic and the fact that you even put a ribbon on top of it for your every client” you chuckled at his fanciful overstatement.

“Please, you underestimate my attraction to money. Of course, I take pride on what I do. Normally I like the chase than being chased, but who doesn’t love a challenge, right?” You paused for a bit “But I’d be damned if I wouldn’t know what kind of thing I’ll be transporting?” you opened your purse, grab on to your lipstick and pocket mirror for a retouch.

“Not knowing now is part of the pay. I’m pretty sure we’ll be having a great difficulty with the deal right now if you were to know.” He took something from his briefcase which was resting underneath the table.

“These are the files you need to study. We also included a map. We pointed out several spots if you needed some places to stop. It’s a long journey and it will definitely suck the life out of you if you aren’t too careful. We need it whole, and we needed it working and thriving. Don’t fuck it up.” He finally stood up from his sit and left you on the table.

You furrowed your eyebrow at the thought of hearing him say “we needed it working and thriving” what did he meant by that?

Part of your study involved knowing who to elude, but you took it further. You try to find out more: more individuals who might be involved and more individuals who might not want to be involved. You needed to ascertain your accomplishment and avoid the same mistake you made year ago at all cost. You calculated possible scenarios and sketch out several plans to ensure your success in every way. You needed to show Mr. Singh you are worthy and that you are more than capable.

On the night before your meeting with Mr. Müller’s men, you made sure that you reviewed the place of the empty warehouse well. You memorized all the corners of the street, equipped yourself with light but deadly artilleries (such as guns, knives and even daggers) all hidden underneath your dress, just in case you needed a quick escape.

You parked your car at the front building, and flashed your head lights thrice. They did the same, signaling that the coast is clear and the article is ready for your delivery.  You slowly went out of your car and surveyed the site from your position.

You counted in your head: 1, 2, 3. There are 3 snipers waiting above the building. 1, 2… 2 armed men on the front of the warehouse.

Walking further, the 2-armed men finally opened the overhead door for you. You return to count: 3, 4, 5, 6… 6 more armed men and a sedan car inside the warehouse. You carefully approached them and kept a level-head, yet you tucked both of your hands inside of your coat pockets which contained your hidden pistol and a knife.

Thankfully you didn’t need to use any of it as they welcome you despite being hostile. They opened the car door of the sedan for you and tossed you its key. “What am I going to do with my car? Leave it here? And drive with this instead?” you tried to make light of the situation but no one was laughing.

You cleared your throat to fuse out the awkward silence, and sat on the driver’s seat. You examined the car: its type and its features. You took a mental note on the things to use during an emergency and the things to use for indulgence. “What’s inside?” you tilt your head to point out the compartment. You wanted to know the contents and the danger of having to drive with it on the back.

“Oh, just…” they opened the compartment and you suddenly hear someone muffle scream. You quickly went out from your seat to check.

There’s a bloodied man inside the compartment, his hands and feet tied together with a sack on his head, frantically wriggling. “Jesus! What the…?!” You opened the sack to see who it was.

He stopped wriggling, then his eyes widened.

“Taehyung?” You froze. Just what trouble did he gotten into?

You manage to convince them to move him from the compartment up to the passenger seat.  As he sat down, Taehyung quickly recoiled from so much pain. His right shoulder was clearly injured from a gunshot. Your initial reaction was to take him to the nearest hospital, but the men insist that you take him somewhere else. “It’s dangerous to take him to public places, Mr. Singh needed him alive.”

“How do you keep someone alive from a gunshot?” pointing at Taehyung “What the hell did you do to him?”

Suddenly your phone rang. It was Mr. Müller “Is this the reason why you won’t tell me what I’ll be taking to Costa Brava? It’s Kim Taehyung?” you demanded explanation from the person at the end of the line.

“Hello Ms. Y/N” he just said. You scoffed “Does this seem like a joke Müller?”

“First of all, yes. If you found out what you’ll be carrying early on, would you even agree? Second, no. If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Kim Taehyung would be dead by now. We were lucky enough to find him here, albeit the situation. One of Mr. Ong’s men followed him here and Bang!”

You went to his seat and check the degree of his injury. You were relieved that it was not fatal nor was it bad enough to make him permanently infirm. You concluded from the look of his wound that it was done by small pistol, barely lethal but enough to slow him down. Although if this is left untreated, he might just die from infection instead.

Mr. Singh continued “Ever since that incident, many businessmen were furious with the trouble you two created, they wanted him dead. Only a few though needed him to remain alive, Mr. Singh included. Considering that he is carrying something rather fascinating” you looked at his watch.

“Hey!” you called Taehyung. “Do you have something this loser want?” Taehyung chuckled even in pain, and nodded.

“Another information Müller?” you asked. “Yes” he agreed.

You laugh at the ludicrous situation “Then why include Taehyung in the deal?”

“Safety” he replied. Bullshit. It was clear as day. They wanted Taehyung silenced, but alive. Just how much does this man know that riled up the whole world from the underground? Eager to find him dead or alive?

“And move 3 countries?” you secured your phone from your shoulder as you went to your car and moved your things to the other.

“Mr. Singh wants to take Mr. Kim on a Spanish cruise, have a little chit-chat there”

“Mm, right” you snickered, not buying it. You took the map from your purse. “Where’s the nearest doctor you know? You said you wanted him alive.”

You haven’t had your dinner, but you were too preoccupied to remember your own needs. Müller directed you to this private clinic downtown. So now you watch Taehyung from the bed, fresh out of surgery.

“W-water…” he asked weakly, clearly drugged from anesthesia. You slowly helped him up and let him sip from your water bottle.

“He’s one lucky man” said the doctor. He was old but not fragile. His hair already white and balding due to age. He sounded, presumably as you deduced, an Asian immigrant. “Bones are still intact, not one bit shattered. Someone must be a poor aimer” he laughs at his own remarked.

“But his muscles were burned by the gun blast. I managed to stitch it good. Just give him these medicines when the effect of anesthesia subsides, but only when the pain is unbearable. Don’t feed him food with too much sugar and salt, bad for muscle recovery. Never ever put any pressure on his wound, very delicate. Give it about 10 days or more.” He gave you a prescription paper and box filled with different pills. Cocktails of pills from oxycodone, anti-inflammatory, pain relievers, NSAIDs and etc.

“Can’t we stay here a little longer?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I can only let you two stay here before dawn.” You clearly understood the situation, and the position that you two just put him in. You didn’t bother to contest any more. “Thank you” that was all you could ever reply.

From time to time, you made a quick run from convenience stores, clothing stores and stopped by gasoline stations to wash and dress Taehyung who is clearly weak to even move.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he struggled from his seat while you pulled his shirt up.

“Changing your dressing. C’mon arms up!”

“Ah!” He tried to move his injured arm up

“The last time you are up, this close, you sat on my lap and unbuttoned my shirt. Do you find joy in undressing me?” His eyes followed you. You finally took off his shirt and observed his injury “Like what you see?” he asked as you rolled your eyes at the sight of his boxy grin. It used to be cute but that doesn’t work on you any longer.

Yet you paused and realized that there were a few changes on his appearance. His hair is now permed and overgrown, his chest and arms increased in muscle size, and his skin now a little tanned.

“Sorry to break it to you buddy, but no dancing will occur today. Besides, I’m not one-bit aroused dressing up a frail man.” You raised your eyebrow as you steadily clean his injury with sterile water, dry towel and fresh bandages. “Is the anesthesia still working on you?” you taped the bandage gently, making sure that there was no any untoward pressure.

He breathed heavy from the pain. “I think I am starting to feel…” You took your purse to look for the pills. He watched you hastily burrow from it, unsure what to give.

“Y/N” suddenly the warmth of his palms rested on the back of your hand. “I can manage.”

You quickly swathed it away and out from your touch. “Tell me when you need it. I’ve got good 15 of them. We need to ration these until we get to Costa Brava” you sat back from the driver’s seat and turned back the engine on. You left the station infuriated, while you saw Taehyung smiling from his seat on your rear-view mirror.

You arrived in Belgium, a few hours later, and stopped by Bruges City. You parked the car on the side of the street, and winced in pain. You were feeling it since yesterday and felt fine the next, but the pain suddenly made a comeback. You definitely do not welcome it; you need to focus on the task at hand.

Stirred from his sleep, he sat back up, worried to see you grimace and your face turning pale. “Y/N, you are not alright.” He moved from his seat to check your temperature. “You’re burning up!” he picked up your purse from the backseat and look for the pills inside.

You shake your head. “Stop, that’s for you.” You flinched and clutched on to your midsection. Was it because you failed to eat dinner? But that’s nothing compared to the hunger you felt when you were just starting this job. You were trained to endure. Yet this somehow felt different and worst.

“Y/N, we won’t arrive to Costa Brava if you don’t take one.” He was right. He quickly spots the proper pill to give. “Here, take this and my bottle. Drink slowly”. Suddenly you felt it. Down below.

He wiped your sweat with a tissue “There’s a restaurant open. We need to eat our breakfast.” pointing from your window. “It’s fine, just um…” You swallowed “You go. Let me stay here inside for a bit” you protest. Not moving from your sit.

He suddenly laughed. “What? Are you letting me off easily? I could always take a cab from here and leave you again for good.”

“Look, just buy me a sandwich and don’t leave!” you stressed. He sighed and left the car.

Unexpectedly, you felt your car door opened. Taehyung pulled you up from your seat with his free- hand. “Taehyung!” You exclaimed. It was then revealed. A blob of red mark from your seat. You didn’t expect your period to come.

Although, your cycle was irregular, you did not give much attention to it since it was the least of your priorities. You have not dated anyone for so long, nor have you been sexually active. You were exceedingly engaged in work.

You look away too embarrassed to say anything. You quickly sat back from your seat.

“Just lea…” you were interrupted, when he said “I’ll go get your sandwich. Wait here.” He ran

“Taehyung…” you called. He stopped to look back at you. “Don’t worry I’ll come back”

He did come back. He came back with an egg sandwich and their famous Belgian hot chocolate. One for you and for him. Just the right meal for a hormonal woman like you.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you were grateful for him. “Oh, and sorry if I am clueless but…” he pulled out stuff from the paper bag from his seat and showed you several types of napkins: day pads, night pads, napkins with wings, napkins without wings and tampons in different sizes.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Here I am, paid to look out for you, but now…” you sighed.

“You are welcome” he cut you in and smiled. He knew you didn’t want to tell him and you didn’t have to. He wouldn’t want to make it hard for you to say it. But he said it too perfectly.

You look away and tried to hide your blush from the steam of your cup, hoping he won’t notice.

Click! You quickly turned to face him “What was that?” you asked him.

“What was what?” he turned to look at you.

“I heard a clicking noise…” you looked around and he did the same.

“Hm, I didn’t hear anything.” His eyebrow creased.

You look at the window and on the side mirrors of the car. No one. But you can’t be too complacent so you left immediately to stay somewhere else.

You parked at a nearby bridge, overlooking the canal and houses built beside it. Houses with manicured garden, flowers in different colors a top on each window, and ever-greens creeping above its walls.

You cleaned yourself at a restaurant’s comfort room, while Taehyung insisted to wait outside. You were surprised when you saw him in the car, wiping your seat clean when you were away.

“Hey! Stop! That’s… please don’t add more shame to my list” you ran towards him.

“It’s fine. This is normal right? I mean women have this each month. Nothing new, it’s probably similar to men. You know when testosterone is just overwhelming and they leave their--”

“Shut it!” You didn’t want to hear it. He chuckled.

Both of you finished your meal in silence, while staring at the reflection of the sun glimmering on the canal. You looked at Taehyung and found his mouth full, with bread crumbs all over his mouth. You found it adorable. “Would have tasted better if this is coffee” you said sipping from your cup. He frowned. “Sorry if I didn’t keep my promise”

You looked far, watching the boat passed by from the canal. “You didn’t promise me anything. You don’t have to. People come and go” you downed on what was last left inside of the cup. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, but he just fell silent.

You went back inside the car turned on the engine, he followed momentarily.

Several hours later, you finally arrived in France, now driving around the highway of Provence. The road was already dark. Despite drinking few bottles of Red Bull, you still found your eyes slowly dropping.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelled. “Sh— what?” you held back from the stirring wheel. “Stop the car!” he commanded. “In the middle of the road, during the night, you want me to stop the car right here?” you sneered at him.

“I know our job is pretty dangerous, but I still want to live another day. Let me drive.” He ordered “Are you crazy? With one hand? You think I’d live to see another day with you driving right now?” you scoffed. “I’m driving!” you declared.

“Look, you are tired and clearly at your limit. Why don’t we parked the car somewhere and take a rest?” he suggested.

“Here, in the middle of nowhere? Look around Taehyung, have you seen any lodging? Any house around? Fields! Fields everywhere! It’s too risky to sleep out in the open!” you raised.

“Better than seeing you fall asleep while driving. Can you just please swallow your pride for one moment and just rest?!” he finally snapped. You took a deep breathe. He was right. You needed it.

You drove a bit far from the highway. Right on to someone’s field. You parked the car beside a lone willow tree.

Taehyung quickly opened his car seat and walked out. Was he mad? You pulled out and followed him. “Hey wait, where are you going?”

“Look around you Y/N. Does it look like I am going anywhere?” he said leaving you far behind.

You looked around you but it was too dark to see. It was uncalled for, but the thought made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” his voice became stern.

“I looked around but I couldn’t see a thing, Taehyung.” You bit your lip, trying not to add more fuel to the fire.

He looked up, and conceded. You were right indeed. Everything was too dark to see. Both of you burst into laughter.

It smelled faintly floral yet soothing. Taehyung lied down under the tree. You followed. Thankfully, you packed enough clothes for this trip. You were able to change in to sweaters and a tight-fitting jean, so you sat comfortably beside him under the willow tree.

“Sorry about earlier. You are right” you brushed your hands together, creating heat from friction. You looked at Taehyung, unbothered at the dim and coldness of the area. He shut his eyes. “Are you giving me the cold treatment? I said I’m so—” “I know. I heard.”

“I just….” He made a long sigh. “Do you even get tired? How often can we just lie down under a tree and not worry about tomorrow?”

You chuckled “What? You’re eloquent when I’m tired.” You slowly lied down too.

Suddenly you found yourself in awe, staring at the sky. Stars glimmering right before you. You lift up your hand and reached up for them aimlessly.

“Y/N” he murmured.

“Yeah?” You turned to him.

You noticed that his eyes were gazing back at you. “If you weren’t working like this, would we even get to meet each other?”

You shrugged. “What’s with that question?” you were left flustered. You looked away, trying to hide your reaction. What is he trying to do? Is he trying to get in to your head again?

“Just a random one.” He turned away at the same time and looked at the stars. “Aren’t we all lost at some point? I mean look at us. Caught around trouble”

“Aren’t we looking for one? It’s part of the job that we signed for…” you replied. You took a quick glance back and bit your tongue. You realized how serious he was, so you decided to finally respond properly to his query “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not like you’d be glad to meet me… Either way, I always cause trouble.”

“Would be a nice introduction though? I’ll gladly be your friend and a willing partner” he chuckled. “Have you ever wondered why…”

“Oh, are we starting this ‘Ever Wonder’ game?” you chuckled

“Wait, listen to me, this is of great importance, because I can’t help but wonder why” he put his abled-hand on the back of his head and rest on it.

“Ever wonder why the sky is blue?” you interject.

He clicked his tongue and looked displeased because you cut him in “Ever wonder what it feels like to make out with the air?” he continued.

You burst in to laughter. “I never gave it a thought, but ---” you broke again to laughter. “Yeah, thanks for giving me something to think about…”

“Ever wonder why we poop out of our butts and not from our feet?” he resumed. You found yourself almost gasping for air from laughing.

“That’s terrible to look at!” you exclaimed. “Can you just imagine stepping literally on our own crap? Not needing to take off our underwear any longer, seems convenient to me” he shrugged and smiled, quite proud at his own contemplation.

“But then people suffering from athlete’s foot will have it harder…” you quipped.

“The smell!” you said together, and both of you laugh at the notion. “Oh, what a horrible life for that person to be living!” he gagged.

You slowly break from your laughter “Maybe not as horrible as this…”

He too fell silent. “What made you take this job?”

You shrugged “Money.”

“Obvious reason. What’s the other?” he furrowed his eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if trying to extract answers just by gazing. You stared back, not backing down. “Ugh! I give up!” he moved his back and lied comfortably to the ground as he stared back to the sky.

“…at least that’s what I would like everyone to know.” You gave in. “I grew up to be always second best. I followed everything my dad wants, and still, I’m no better. Tried everything… from playing the piano, leader camps, science club, and taking a law degree that I didn’t even like…and yet I still fail to be his ideal daughter” your croaked, not wanting to let him show any sign of weakness.

“So, I quit. Found this job one day and realized I made better money than any damn lawyers or politicians around… at least before I met you” you snorted.

“I didn’t know you went to law school?” he blinked.

“Why? You doubt my intelligence?”

“Pretty much, didn’t I just outsmart you then?” he turned to face you and winked.

You grind your teeth. “If your friend Park Jimin wasn’t that attractive, I wouldn’t have paid much attention to him. Should have known earlier he’s just one of your diversion” you scowled sourly.

He laughs. “Oh yeah? Handsome Jimin’s fault huh? Were you lucky enough to see his abs?”

“Just a preview” you flicked your hand to air. “If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled…

An hour later, you two found yourselves talking about your cousins and his. Comparing who did naughtier things than the other.

“I can’t believe you bribed your little cousin with candy? And you have him take the blame for breaking your aunt’s precious jar” You gasped. He nodded. Pleased to know that he emerged as the naughtiest.

“I suddenly remember my sister and my cousin, they used to listen to this track on repeat when we were younger.” You chuckled midway. “Since the player was broken, they made me pivot the cassette tape using pencil several times! I couldn’t complain how tired they’re making me… they were older. What was it again?” you looked up, trying to figure the name of the track again. “It was ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None the Richer” you nodded. “Yeah, that’s it” you giggled.

“That’s awful of them, using their ‘Elder Card’ to boss around a poor little girl.” He pouts.

“Oh, it’s fine. I actually love the song too. I didn’t know what it was back then. What kiss meant…” you lowered your head, a bit shy to continue.

“Unbelievable! After what you did to me last year?” he retorted.

“We never…Look, that was last year okay? Move on!” you chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve always fancied sharing a kiss with someone. You know, like in the movies. The things they do back in the late 90’s? When the girl jumps and the guy catches her. Then, he’d extend her up like this” you motioned “as they both lean on for a kiss” you shut your eyes and puckered your lips mindless. You giggled at the idea.

“I don’t know about that. It’s pretty tedious and elaborate.” He frets. “Silly, I’m not asking you! It’s just… when it happens, it happens. Oh, and that song must be playing on the background too!” You chuckled then slowly rubbed your neck and smiled, slightly embarrassed at your own declaration.

He grinned. “I’ll take a mental note of that…”

You swiftly turned to him, stunned. “Hm, you going to copy my idea? Do it for someone? Psh, must be one lucky girl”

“Who knows, it might just be you…” He yawned and finally shuts his eye. You chuckled, as you did the same.

At Sunrise, Taehyung was the first one to wake up. He found your head resting on his chest and thankfully far away from his injury. He smiled, at the sight. Earlier on the trip, you two were constantly bickering, fighting over trivial things, teasing each other without anyone giving in. Who would’ve thought that taking a nap under the willow tree would change everything in a flash?

He stayed still for a bit, just watching you sleep. Until he checked out that time from his phone and tried to wake you up from your slumber. “Y/N…”

“Nnhh…”

“Y/N…wake up… we need to get going…”

“Wha--?”  you slowly opened your eyes. He chuckled, realizing the coldness he felt from his shirt happens to be your own drool.

“Y/N, we need to get going. We have a schedule to follow, remember? We’re almost there.” He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Sh--, ah! You’re right!” you quickly stood up. He followed.

“Wow! Are you seeing this?” he turned around. “That explains why we’ve been smelling something floral all night. We are in a lavender field!”

You looked around, as your eyes slowly widened. He was right. In front of you was a valley full of lavender, all swaying gently with the cool morning breeze. You smiled, you turned to face Taehyung, but he wasn’t there.

“Taehyung?” you suddenly heard the engine start.

“Hop in loser, we’re going Costa Brava” he stuck his head out from the driver’s window.

“Get out! I’m driving!” you demanded. He grinned and shook his head and mouthed the word ‘No’.

“Taehyung, this is not child’s play. I’m driving alright? You’re hurt!” you gestured him to move out from the driver’s seat. He didn’t listen, in fact he just stepped on the gas, all ready to leave you unless you agree.

You could see his laughter from the car’s side mirror. “Hey! You! Ah, really! Stop! Ah!” you ran to follow the car.

He finally slowed down, and opened the passenger’s seat for you. “Fine. But when we arrive Montpellier, I’m driving!” you ceded.

“Make me.” he snickered, teasingly. You sneered in return. It was great to see you two back at it again.

You were proven wrong. Taehyung could still drive, even when he steered the wheel with one hand, his driving was actually smooth. You then learn that Taehyung is ambidextrous.

“My dominant hand is actually my left, so if that guy who shot me hit me here?” He paused “Then I wouldn’t have the courage to drive for you right now” he explained.

“Mm, interesting. Now can you please give me back the wheel?” you said pursing your lips. He just beamed.

He reached out his right hand to turned on the radio. “Oh! I love this song!”

“Taehyung! Your right arm, don’t move it!” You reminded him.

“Okay, can you please raise the volume for me then?” he grinned at the rear-view mirror. You rolled your eyes and raised the volume for him.

♬ “We live, and we lie, and we fall, and we fly, We win, and we lose, So for now, let's all enjoy this view” ♬  he sang. Moving his head to the beat.

“Hey Y/N, can I borrow your baseball cap? My hair is kind of sticking out. Hard to see” you rolled your eyes, as you reached out for your black cap laid on the backseat and placed it on his head.

“Ah, move the visor from my back” he complained

“I had it! God, you are so annoying!” you shot at him and yet you still did it for him.

“Can I… also please, borrow your sunglasses? It’s hurting my eyes” he asked you gently this time while he narrowed his eyes. You grunt. He was clearly testing your patience.

Both your windows were open, you snuck your head out a little, letting the air brushed your hair. You tuck your hair behind your ears and squint your eyes when you felt  the rays of the sun fell on your lids. Slowly, you closed it.

Immersed at the present. You let the breeze and the warmth of the morning sun permeate from your skin. You smiled at the faint scent of morning dew and…

You opened your eyes to find your forehead suddenly wet. You blot it with your fingertips.

“Bird poop!” Taehyung laughed. You frowned.

You were supposed to feel disgusted, but with Taehyung around? Everything didn’t seem to matter. He laughed. You did too.

♬ “Life can be so amazing, If we stop all the chasing, Good times are always waiting, So take a look around, And you'll never see them wasted”♬ the song continued.

You fell asleep on the way to Montpellier. You got to hand it to Taehyung, not only was he skilled for driving one hand, but he was so smooth that you were shocked to find out he sped up while you sleep after he realized you two were being followed. Nevertheless, he manages to lose them.

You started the argument by saying how careless he was, by telling him your “what ifs” scenarios.

“That can get both of us killed!” you yelled. He wouldn’t admit his fault, so you start babbling again. You two continued to quarrel until both of you were too tired.

It drained the two of you so much, that it left you both immediately famished. So, upon arriving, you two grab the first food you saw in the city.

You rolled your eyes in ecstasy. “Normally, I don’t eat baguette because it tastes like soft clay. But this, this has got to be the best tasting baguette my entire life!” you cried.

“I never knew you like eating soft clay?” He chuckled. You grinned, as the two of you lay the argument to rest, eternally forgotten.

Taehyung insist to look around the town for a bit. “Besides we are early on the schedule. We got a little time…” he pleaded. You waved your hand to show you’ve agreed.

He was lost in awe. Around the French architecture, old houses that dated back to the 1800s, more French bread and a creamy gelato. He pleaded to make one last stop.

“St. Pierre Cathedral? But it’s too…” you almost protest, yet he gave you a persuasive look you can’t resist. “Fine, let’s make it quick!” both of you finished the gelato and went inside.

You were about to say it’s a bad decision to agree, but you found yourself adrift in wonder. The cathedral was full of gothic paintings, walls intricately designed, the high-ceiling filled with colored glass windows, and golden chandelier dangling from above.

You turned to Taehyung, only to lose him again from your sight. “Taehyung?” you shifted. There were few tourists around and parishioners praying on the pew. “Taehyung?” you look around, trying to find him.

You surveyed the pew, and the crowd full of tourists around the Lépine Organ, even outside the entrance door. No Kim Taehyung. You were starting to get anxious. You shook your head. Did he leave you again? Outsmarted you? How stupid can you be for letting him loose?

You went back inside, trying to collect yourself and think hard. Where can Taehyung be? He couldn’t leave that far. You have the car keys. Then there…

His back at the front of the altar.

He slowly turned around, and found you too amidst the crowd, smiling.

Thud. Thud.

You realized your heart was starting to beat fast. Mindlessly, you walked along the aisle. Towards the man who was waiting you there.

Thud. Thud. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung!” hastily you reached for him. He held your hand “Hey, I’m okay. Why are you crying?” he asked you worriedly. You were? Then it dawned on you that your cheeks are damp. You were crying.

“Don’t do that again! I thought that you tricked me! I thought you left! I thought you ran away and …” you hit his chest, avoiding though his injury. He chuckled. “Y/N… I’m right here. I won’t leave. I was waiting for you… I was waiting for you here.” He said softly.

“God! Ugh!” you wiped your own tears. How did he made you cry? You looked away and murmured “I hate you, Kim Taehyung”

He heard. You start to wonder if you ever mean it, because it was starting to feel contradictory, but you should.  You should mean it.

Just a few hours, after dusk, you finally arrived to your destination. Tossa De Mar, a town in Costa Brava.

You two arrived a day early from schedule, so you decided to spend time on the beach by tomorrow and celebrate the final day of your mission.

You booked two rooms in two different hotels. One as your resting place and one as a decoy. You wanted to make sure both of your safety while you two rest during the night. You left Taehyung in the shower, while you sat on the balcony enjoying the coastal air.

“I’m done! Your turn!” he announced, wearing a robe while brushing his hair with a towel. You narrowed your eyes and just stared at him. You tilt your head to point him out of the room.

“Oof! That’s harsh! You think I…” he opened his mouth in disbelief. “Sure, but if you lose me again. Not my fault okay?” you pulled out a handcuff from your bag.

He raised his eyebrow “Kinky” he snickered. “Fine, you won’t be needing that. I’ll just stay out in the balcony until you’re done. Besides I don’t like taking advantage around vulnerable women.” He said sternly. “I’ll even protect you if you needed it” he continued.

You clicked your tongue. “I won’t be needing it. I can handle myself, thank you very much” you winked

The next morning, you surprised Taehyung with a new arm brace. To spite him you picked up a pink neon colored one. “It’s my parting gift” you said.

“Sweet?” he smiled faintly. “I know right?” you helped him put it around his arms.

Taehyung accompanied you around town. He stopped over a camera shop, while he left you to the souvenir shop on the opposite side. You two met after a few minutes in the middle of the street and smiled. Each of you were holding on to your new purchase with one hand.

“What’s that you bought?” he asked. “A keychain. You?” you look at the box he was holding. “My parting gift.” He smiled.

Your heart suddenly sunk. You looked down and realized that, yeah, this may be the last time you’ll ever see him. There were so many things to do, so many things to say, and yet you chose to let things be.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the feelings were too loud be ignored.

Unexpectedly, you felt Taehyung’s arm pressed against your shoulder. You look at him surprised at the sudden gesture “Men are eyeing you at 3 o’clock. Can’t let them try to ask for your number” he whispered.

“What? Are you my boyfriend now?” you taunt him one last time. “It’s fun to pretended that I am, at least for today” he shrugged. You heaved. An agonizing one.

By mid-noon, you two were at the beach, savoring the heat of the sun and the soft sand. You playfully reapplied sunscreen on his face, copying the look of a military soldier. He grinned. One last time. His boxy grin that you like.

“I’m hungry. Wanna grab snack?” he asked. You nod. “Wait here, there’s a hotdog stand right there” he points. “I’ve been eyeing it for so long, it seems good.”

“Be back okay?” you demanded. He just chuckled.

You turned away from the sun, letting your back get a tan.

A minute passed. Then another. Then another. Kim Taehyung hasn’t come back. You started to worry. You stood up and ran towards the hotdog stand that he pointed earlier.

You look around, but he wasn’t there. “Taehyung?”

“Hey, lady?” you heard the man tending the stand call for you. You swiftly turn to him “Um. Hey have you seen a guy. This tall” you reached above your head “Hair a bit curly and overgrown, tan, wearing a pink brace?”

“Yeah” he just left. You were starting to breathe fast and heavy. “Did he say where he went?”

He nods. “He told me that if a girl that looks like you came here, that I should give you this.” He took out a box. The one Taehyung was holding earlier. You shook your head. His answer was unresponsive.

“No, this is impor—” you tried to explain but he continued “He told me to tell you ‘not to worry’ and that he hated to say goodbyes.” You looked down, and bit your lip.

You gave up and just took the box “Thank you…” you turned around and opened it. “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe” you read the note inside.

“Excuse me, can I borrow a pen please?” Taehyung asked the man tending the hotdog stand.

He pulled out pieces of clean paper from his pocket, the one he collected in the hotel lobby, and wrote down a note “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe”

His phone rang. “Yeah, we’re here. Meet you there in 10 minutes”

“I’ve managed to take down Müller and his men. Y/N should be safe for now, she still can’t come with. I don’t like women” the man said on the other line.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” He breathed.

“Master Jeon. Not Jungkook” he corrected “And I don’t like waiting inside the helicopter. Whatever it is, make it quick” Jungkook is one of Taehyung most trusted friends. He recently took over his late-father, an influential businessman and an alleged mafia boss.

“I’m sorry if I asked you this favor. I didn’t know she’ll be a part of this. It’s true Mr. Ong and his men were part of the illegal trade. He got furious when I managed to bring the file to you last year. So, I don’t know, he’s just one bitter old man who can’t accept his lost and ordered someone put a bullet straight on my arm”

Jungkook chuckled. “Mr. Singh’s pretty tedious, Taehyung. He wants his things pristine clean. He’ll want her dead. Can’t let her squeak. How are you going to keep her alive?”

He held on to a bracelet, with a lock charm. He watched it dangling from his hand. “I gave her something, I’m pretty sure she’ll know what to do. Might even give us freedom.”

“Freedom? The only time you’ll be free is when you’re dead” Jungkook stated as matter of fact.

He nods. Taehyung licked his lips and tried to hide his tears with the back of his hand.

“…Are you… crying?” Jungkook asked.

He is. He didn’t want to leave you like this but he has to.

“I’ll see you later Jeon, yeah?” he hung up. He stared back to where he left you. From a far he could see lying down, reading the book you borrowed back in the hotel.

“Excuse me” he called the man again. “If you a see girl wearing a pink swimsuit, hair like this…” he traced your hair from his head. “Around this height” he pointed from his shoulder. “Please give this to her. Tell her not to worry… I just…” he choked. As he breathed hard “I can’t say it…”.

For one last time, he extends his phone in front of him. Click! Saved. It was a picture of you smiling from a far. Oblivious from his goodbye.

You suddenly remembered the time you had a conversation with him in Provence:

“If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled.

“A photographer”.

It was mini-album book filled with printed photographs.

The first photograph was the scenery from Bruges Belgium. You realized that the clicking sound that day came from him, because when you flipped the page you found a photograph of you. Holding a cup of chocolate, he bought for you.

‘Sorry if this wasn’t coffee’ a note was written below it.

“You jerk!” tears began to fall uncontrollably down your cheeks.

You flipped another page. It was a good still-capture of the stars when you two lay rest on the field of Provence, France.

Then the next: It was you sleeping soundly on his chest.

‘I’d like to tell you something that night, but I was too scared. You deserve better’ another note written below it.

You furtively flipped another page. It was a photograph of you falling asleep on the car, badly angled that highlighted your double chin. You laugh mid-cry.

‘Didn’t we have fun?’ he wrote down. You nodded. “We did.” You gasped, aching.

You flipped another page. It was a picture of the street of Montpellier. You remembered the time you two got so tired from bickering, it drained the two of you hard. You remembered the taste of the best baguette you ever had. The way you two briefly held hands on the street, trying not to lose him from the crowd. The way you held your laughter when he imitated the rude lady behind her back, while you two were waiting for your turn in the gelato stand. You faintly chuckled. Then you flipped to the last page.

A photograph of you, beautifully shot inside the Cathedral. Lost and unaware that he took a picture of you staring at the ceiling.

‘Maybe one day, I’ll find you here again. Promise not to leave each other” You lost it. You shut your eyes and cried hard. You clutched on the book. You didn’t care about the money anymore. To hell with it. You want Taehyung and you want to see him again right in front of you bad. Still even if you wish hard, when you open your eyes, there was only space to face.

Time and again. He said everything for you. All the things you were afraid to tell him, all the things you were afraid to let him know. He never asked but the answer was already loud, yet it wouldn’t leave your chest. And just like that, you lost him again. He left without even hearing you utter a single word.

Suddenly you felt something drop. A bracelet with a locket.

You hurriedly went back to the hotel. You hastily opened it, using a keychain screw. Finally, it revealed its content. It was another memory card. You took your laptop and have it read by a device.

This time, it wasn’t just a single file anymore. It was multiple of it.

While studying its content, you uncovered the reason why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung so bad.

Taehyung learned about several back door deals, including Mr. Singh’s that turned him influential. Together with other politicians and international officers, they manipulated certain documents and continuously abet corruption against third-world countries.

It made you understand why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung alive. He knew more than anyone can, he wanted to horde those secrets. Taehyung’s knowledge was for more precious than anything in this world. He wanted Taehyung for him. He wanted to be in control, and he wanted to remain in control.

“They caused the trouble. Not us, not Kim Taehyung. We’re just scapegoats” you clenched your knuckles as you read more files.

You knew your next move.

“Just In: Mr. Ong, an officer in the international trade bureau were arrested earlier from his home in Hong Kong. An unidentified whistleblower, submitted several documents to XYZ broadcast which was then surrendered to the international tribunal as pieces of evidence against him and among others. It was found that Mr. Singh, an oil tycoon, was behind all of public back door deals, human trafficking, illegal trade in…” you faintly heard the news from the TV, as you left the bar.

It’s been over a few months since the events happened. You decided to turn in the files to a broadcast station. It was the better option, but with disadvantage.

You’ve been living in the City of Valletta, Malta as a consequence. You exiled yourself down here, an island with a population of just half a million. It was peaceful and serene. You knew some men were out looking for you as retaliation. However, several international officers pledged to keep you protected against them after your good deed.

This city was their safest bet.

“One more beer please!” you point out your mug from the waiter. It was late in the afternoon and you were already out early for a drink. Now hammered before night fall.

“Fuck, Valentines. You people know no shit!” you cursed and cry from your table. You were sitting outside the bar, staring at the lovers holdings hands on the street.

Suddenly you heard a familiar song playing from the public square.

♬ “Kiss me out on the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass…” ♬

You bawled. Pathetic, drunk and wasted at 5 in the afternoon.

The song reminded you of him. For months, you tried to look for Taehyung. You waited for news. None. You asked people around. None. You paid someone to hack public servers. Still, none. No signs of Kim Taehyung. You didn’t know where he went, or if he was still alive.

You decided to try and move on. Still, it was difficult.

“That idiot he must be de… no” you shook you head. “I would know… maybe he is with someone now?” you whimpered.

You called the waiter and looked at him “I didn’t even get to tell him how I feel? God, I’m so stupid…” you banged your head hard on the table. The waiter rolls his eyes as he filled your mug to the brim. “Thank you. I needed more” you told him. “As long as you pay” he sighed and left.

You chugged on your drink and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You rummaged for money on your purse and left your payment on the table. You stood up despite your world turning hazy. Slowly you leveled yourself and took a few steps. You wanted to move to another bar that serves harder liquors. You didn’t care anymore; you were miserable and determined to get smashed.

“----!!” you heard someone scream. You scoffed. Who might be the idiot shouting on the street? You wonder, but you continued walking, too unbothered.

“Y/N!”

“What? I paid! Didn’t you see?” you yelled from where you stood, not minding to turn your back.

“Y/N!!”

“I said I paid! God! Whatever, I’m leaving! I’m leaving before you all do!” you wobbled a bit but quickly gained stability.

The singer abruptly stopped. “Y/N!” you heard someone call for you from the loudspeaker. You froze. That voice sounded familiar

“Excuse us, if your name is Y/N and you know a man named Kim Taehyung, please come up to the stage and claim him so I can return to singing.” The woman spoke, evidently annoyed. You turned around and squint your eyes.

Did you hear it right? Or was it alcohol talking?

Suddenly you saw a man running up to you. Your eyes weren’t deceiving.

“Taehyung!” You immediately ran towards him despite being drunk. Quickly you jumped, and he reached. He grabbed you by the arms and swung you around in the air.

You cried. You didn’t hesitate anymore as you closed in for a kiss. He kissed back and deepened it.

♬ “Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling. So, kiss me” ♬

You parted. “Did you requested that song?” he nods. “Check off our bucket list” he grinned as he finally put you down on your toes.

You cupped his cheek and cried. You couldn’t believe it. Finally, his face was right in front of you. No longer a space.

“What’s next?” you asked.

“Maybe coffee?” he smiled. You nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that”.

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m very grateful for giving us your time. First of all, I would like to sincerely apologize for leaving everyone hanging on “Got It”. It was initially planned as a One Shot but after getting positive feedbacks and request, I decided to conclude this with a better ending. I reflected for a little while (also after getting a good beating from Slyn <also a writer who I collab for this fic> who also wanted to send them off with a good ending) and realized that it was a Valentines Special and yet neither one of them (y/n and taehyung) were genuinely happy at the end. It was indeed absurd. Hence, this sequel. We hope you enjoy the second and final shot for this Valentine special.  

also Disclaimer: I’ve never been to any of these countries before. So, apologies if I ever misdescribe the places. I was just watching random travel videos/virtual walks while I workout and thought ‘hey! must be amazing to go around these places with someone special’ then bam! I thought about kth in this fic and y/n. Must be pretty cute if they got stuck together too. Sorry I’m babbling nonsense but anyway thank you for getting this far!! :>

I said in a recent post that I had a list of prompt ideas, and I would try to write some one shots when I can. However I thought lately that I would like to use them in an a fic, as I prefer the idea of an ongoing story :) If you hadn’t already guessed, my bias is Taehyung, so my first fic is going to be a Taehyung x reader!

Here’s a little preview from part 1, I hope you’re interested in reading and I can’t wait to read your comments xx

Author’s note - I don’t speak Korean (I’m trying to learn though!) so the boys will speak English in the story, but I will try and acknowledge any possible language barriers that would come up in this situation.

Also, I probably won’t delve too much into a backstory for Y/N, as the character is meant to fit the reader’s imagination, but of course they need to have a personality and story, so will add a little bit where I need to :)

Puppy Love (Taehyung x Reader) - Preview 

I was sitting outside a cafe, sipping on a warm latte with my head in my phone, Kanna sitting nicely as always by my side.

Suddenly she started pinning and began furiously wagging her tail as a small black and brown dog appeared under our table. Neither dogs looked threatening towards each other, both seeming like they wanted to play.

“Hey there little guy, where did you come from” I asked, holding out my hand to the small dog.

I looked up as a young man appeared in front of me. I immediately noticed how well dressed he was in a grey turtle neck, hidden under a large brown coat. As if it were some form of disguise, he removed his sunglasses and black facemask, bowing his head and frantically speaking in Korean. 

“Mianhajiman hangug-eoleul jal moshaeyo. Yeong-eo.” I smiled apologetically. (I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Korean well. English.)

The young man smiled in return “Oh! I also speak a little English” his accent immediately charming me. “I am so sorry about my dog! We were walking by and he must have been interested in your dog and he jumped out of my arms before I could even react! I hope we didn’t startle you..”

“Oh no no, it’s fine! Kanna is more than happy to make new friends, she is very good” I smiled, rubbing her back as she continued to sniff at the her new friend.

“Kanna, what a sweet name. What type of dog is she?”

“She’s a Japanese Akita”

“May I?” He asked, holding his hand towards her.

“Of course! She’s very friendly”

As the young man knelt down to say hello to my dog I came to notice just how handsome he really was. His dark, wavy hair, fell around his face and framed his soft, yet masculine features. The way his ears showed from under his hair, multiple earrings catching the sunrays. His lips curving into a boxy smile that spread across his face, and the way his eyes scrunched as Kanna licked his caramel skin.

I only realised I was staring when he looked up at me laughing, and I was met with his dark brown eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how kind they were.

I was snapped back into reality when his own dog yelped out playfully.

“Yeontan, don’t be rude!” They young man laughed, ruffling the fur of his small dog.

“Aw hello Yeontan” I cooed, allowing him to sniff my hand.

“He’s a bit of an attention seeker. Especially around pretty girls” he laughed, and I couldn’t help but notice he seemed more nervous.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and immediately tried to change the subject. “He’s a pomeranian?”

He nodded, before raising his eyebrows “how rude of me, I haven’t even asked your name!”

“I’m Y/N” I smiled.

The young man held out his large hand, his wrist decorated with simple bracelets and two small rings on his fingers.

“I’m Taehyung”

Puppy Love - Part 4

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: none.

authors note: I’m sorry if it’s seeming a bit slow at the moment, I don’t want to rush the story and want to make sure their relationship develops realistically. Thank you so much to those who have read it so far and for your lovely messages, it honestly makes my day! I hope you enjoy what’s to come x

Taehyung’s POV

“So you’re really just going to stay friends?” Jimin asked. 

Jimin, Yoongi and I were sat in our living area of our shared dorm, ignoring the television playing softly in the background as we talked over a drink. I had finally mustered up the courage to tell someone else about my past few days with Y/N, and how much I was falling for her.

I nodded “you know what comes with being an idol.”

“There’s a bit of a difference between dating around, and actually being in a proper relationship” Yoongi pointed out.

Jimin nodded at Yoongi’s comment “you’re always saying how you plan to settle down one day-”

“Jimin” I cut in “I only just met her!”

“I know” he smiled “but from what you’ve told us she sounds perfect for you.”

I sighed. 

“It can’t hurt to take things slow, and be friends first” Yoongi hummed “but if you really like this girl I think you should go for it.”

Yoongi wasn’t one to say much, but when he did it was insightful and came from the heart.

I nodded, taking a sip from the glass bottle “I guess I can see how things go.” I smiled to myself “she’s really cool.”

“So when can your best friend meet her?” Jimin asked excitedly.

“I wouldn’t call that taking things slow, Jimin-ah” I laughed.

Y/N’s POV

It had been about 2 weeks since Taehyung took me out for dinner, his busy schedule meant that we were limited to conversing via text (and the occasional phone call).  

I came to accept the flirting was just a part of his charming nature, and tried to suppress the ongoing feelings I had for him for the sake of our friendship, which had become much closer over the past few weeks. 

I had just got home from work that evening and placed my bag on the table when I was startled from my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. My hopes that it was Taehyung was confirmed, when I saw his name lit up on the screen. 

“Hello” I cheerfully greeted, my tired mood instantly disappearing at the sound of his voice.

“Hello, how was work?” He asked.

“Not bad, but I’ve been at a computer screen basically all day and I’m so ready to pass out! How was rehearsal?”

“Good! I won’t keep you for long so you can get some rest”

“Oh? What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, the boys and I are having a small party this Saturday night, just to catch up with some friends and have a bit of a break from everything. And I’d love it if you could be there.. if your haven’t already got plans of course” Taehyung said hopefully.

I was not expecting to be invited to a social gathering so early into our friendship. Or even at all. “Really? I mean, are you sure it’s okay for me to be there? I don’t want to intr-”

“Of course! It’s just at the dorm. And the other boys really want to meet you!”

“Well I’d love to then!”

On the other end of the line, Taehyung made a sound that resembled some form of celebration, causing me to laugh!

“I’ll text you the address, yeah?” he said. “Oh and it’s nothing fancy so don’t feel like you have to get dressed up or anything.”

“Okay” I smiled through the phone.

“We’ll see you on Saturday! Bye Y/N”

“Bye Taehyung.”

                                                            ***

2 days later 

I pulled up at the address Taehyung had text me on Thursday night, and unlocked my phone to message him. He had told me to let him know when I was here, so he could let me up. Obviously their dorm security had to be tight.

I checked the time, 7:26. He said to come around 7, so I made sure not to arrive too early (as much as I was literally waiting around all day to see him). 

Within a few seconds my phone dinged with his message, and I tried to think too much into his fast reply.

T: 🤗😄 come to the front door and I’ll let you in!

After a quick reply, I locked my car and made my way to the front of the house. Before I had managed to reach the door I heard a beeping sound followed by a click - what I assume would be their security - and the door swung open, greeting me with a signature boxy smile. 

“Y/N!” Taehyung exclaimed, immediately pulling me in for a tight hug, causing me to naturally inhale his scent. “I’m so glad you could make it, come on up”

“I’m glad I could see you again” I smiled, which he immediately returned.

“Me too. There’s not a heap of people - maybe around fifteen or so - so we’ll definitely have time to catch up” he smiled with his lips tight, cheeks instantly puffing up. 

We walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, framed pictures of what I came to know were BTS’ albums.

“You’ve released so much music” I said, admiring the different albums.

Taehyung chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly “the Korean music industry doesn’t mess around.” 

I could hear muffled excitement coming from the other side of the door, only to escape when Taehyung pushed it open. I followed him inside to a room full of people mingling, most of them drink in hand. Their voices were only slightly louder than the booming music in the background.

“Jimin!” Taehyung called out, as he pulled me through a sea of people.

“Taehyung, where did you get to?” a young man laughed back. I was astounded at how attractive, or rather beautiful, this man was. 

“I was just making sure Y/N got inside okay” he smiled towards me, almost causing me to miss his friend subtly raising his eyebrows at Tae. 

“Jimin, this is my friend Y/N” Jimin politely held out his hand to shake. “Y/N, this Jimin.”

“Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Jimin smiled as softly as his handshake.

“You too!” 

I felt a hand gently rest against the small of my back, and turned to meet Taehyung’s wide eyes. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked warmly.

“That would be nice, thanks” I smiled telling him what I would like. He nodded, insisting I stay as he went to get them. 

I suddenly felt shy without him next to me. 

“Taehyung has told us all so much about you” Jimin spoke.

“Oh god” I laughed “I hope nothing bad”

“Not at all, he speaks very highly of you.”

I could feel my cheeks darken, and was thankful when what seemed to be another one of Taehyung’s friends interrupted the conversation.

“Jungkook, this is Y/N” Jimin introduced.

“You’re Taehyung’s friend, yes?” I nodded. “I’m Jungkook” he said, flashing an adorable smile.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you all” I smiled back. “So, you all live together in the dorm?” I asked, trying to make a good impression.

“Only when we have a lot of rehearsing or work to do. During our off time we have our own apartments” Jungkook replied as a hand slapped onto his shoulder.

“Mm, it’s good when we can get a break from each other. Honestly, some of them can be so loud at times”

Jungkook and Jimin laughed, introducing another member, Yoongi. He had such a laid back, cool demenior, it was hard not to feel a little intimidated.

As if I had known, I turned to see Taehyung walking back over with two drinks in hand. I instantly smiled as I made eye contact with him. “I hope they’re not annoying you” he accused, placing the cold cup in my hand. I didn’t fail to notice the way his hand brushed softly against mine, as if on purpose.

Yoongi placed his hand on his heart, over-dramatically looking hurt by his friend’s comment, only to result in Taehyung rolling his eyes. 

“I’ll introduce you to Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon” he replied, dragging me away from his teasing friends. 

                                                        ***

It was later into the evening, and I was sat on the couch socialising with Taehyung and his friends. Only having the basics of Korean, it was difficult to keep up with their fast paced conversations, but Taehyung ensured that he still included me in their conversations.

Sitting next to him on the couch I was fully aware of his thigh pressing against my own. Each movement he made shifted my attention to him and how his check pants brushed against the skin just below the hem of my dress. 

“Taehyung?” I leaned in to him, speaking quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Um.. where’s the bathroom?” I asked.

“Oh!” He laughed, pointing to the hallway. “Just down the end of the hallway on the right.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back” I said, making sure my dress sat perfectly as I stood up.

As I walked back from the bathroom, I noticed Hoseok cleaning up some of the neglected empty red cups and food stained plates left on the bench.

“Need a hand?” I smiled, stacking those out of his reach.

“Y/N!” He smiled with a giggle. “Oh no, you’re a guest!”

“It’s okay, I like helping.”

He nodded with a smile, thanking me, before placing another stack of rubbish into a bin bag. 

We chatted lightly amongst the two of us, until one comment caught me off guard.

“So you and Taehyung, huh?” he said so casually, causing me to knock over the plastic cups I was cleaning up, earning a laugh from him.

I laughed nervously. “Oh we’re just friends” I smiled, feeling my cheeks begin to burn.

Hoseok cocked his eyebrows up, nodding “friends don’t look at each like that..”

I stared at him.

“I’ve noticed the both of you all night, neither of you are exactly subtle” he laughed. 

“I.. well..” I was lost for what to say to him, especially only knowing him for a few hours.

But Hoseok just smiled emphatically “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Oh, no. It’s fine! You.. you just caught me off guard a little” I laughed, probably a bit too forceful.

“You’re cool, Y/N. Just know that I’m rooting for you both” he winked. 

Puppy Love - Part 5

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: none

tag list: message me if you wish to be tagged in future updates of this story :)

Taehyung’s POV

Waking up, post party, in a dorm with six other boys wasn’t my favourite thing in the world. At least half of us would be hungover and spend the morning moping around. Then there was the dreaded task of cleaning the mess of the kitchen and living area. Half empty cups and packets of food would be left lying around, even if Hoseok did his best to tidy the night before.

Thankfully I woke up feeling okay this morning, praising myself for being too distracted to drink too much, even if that distraction was Y/N. At the thought of her I grabbed my phone of my bedside table to check the time (10:12 am), She hadn’t messaged since we text our tipsy good nights, so I sent her a quick text to tell her good morning, hitting send as my stomach rumbled. I reluctantly rolled out of my warm bed, throwing an oversized tshirt over my head and ruffling my hair out of my eyes.

As I stumbled into the kitchen, I was surprised to see the other members already up. They definitely drank more than me last night. 

“Look who’s up!” Hoseok chimed as he sat at the kitchen bench. “Yoongi even beat you!” he laughed. Yoongi just groaned, rolling his eyes as he cradled his cup of coffee.

“Ah, Taehyung” Jin questioned, hovering over a hot pan. “How was your night?” He raised his eyebrows, a smile spread across his face.

“Hmm?” I replied, although I was sure I knew what he was teasing about.

“Y/N?” Namjoon smiled.

“Oh” I said, joining them at the bench. 

Jin put a plate of cooked food in front of me. “Well..? Did anything happen?” He asked.

“Did you kiss her?!” Jungkook asked excitedly, and I chucked at how young he was sometimes.

“No.” I series of what’s and why not’s chimed around me “I told you guys, we’re just friends” I said nonchalantly. 

“That is so crap, Kim Taehyung” Hoseok announced, causing all the boys to look at him, including myself. “Neither of you could keep your eyes off each other all night.”

I blinked at my older friend.

“He’s right Taehyung. We can all see that you like her, and it’s pretty obvious she likes you too” Namjoon said.

I moved the food around my plate feeling embarrassed. “I don’t want her to have to go through all the craziness of my life..”

“Don’t you think she should make that decision?” Yoongi spoke. “People are going to talk about her if she’s your friend anyway.”

“And you can just be private about it” Jimin added.

“Why are you all so invested in my love life” I questioned, slightly amused. 

“Because you’re our friend” Jimin smiled.

“And sometimes you need a little push” Jin said.

“Just talk to her Taehyung. Like Yoongi said, she might be okay with it” Hoseok added.

“Okay, okay!” I whined, feeling embarrassed at the unwanted attention, and focusing on my breakfast. However, I didn’t miss my friends smiling at each other, causing just a small smile to appear on my face at the thought of what could come from this.

                                                           ***

Y/N’s POV

It had been a couple of days since the party, and Hoseok’s words kept playing in my head.

Friends don’t look at each other like that.

Yet Taehyung had been pretty clear about being friends, and now that I knew who he was, I was sure he would never go for someone like me. I looked down at my dog, scratching behind her ears. 

“You’re lucky, you know that? You don’t have to worry about feelings, or reading things wrong” I sighed.

As if he knew I was talking about him, my phone buzzed and Taehyung’s name lit up my screen.

T: Hey Y/N. Are you busy? Do you mind if I come by?

I had come to discover Taehyung could be blunt at times, but something felt off about his message.

Y/N: Not at all! 😊

T: Have you had dinner?

Y/N: I was just about to start it.. did you want me to make you some?

T: Good. I’m bringing takeaway. I’ll see you soon x

I buzzed him in not even half an hour later, holding two bags of warm rice and noodles.

“Hey” he smiled. He looked tired.

“Hey, come in” I said taking the food from his hands as he released me from his embrace.

Kanna came bounding to the door when she realised it was him.

“Hey baby!” He said, kneeling down to give her attention. She followed him into the lounge room, and laid down next to him as we both sat around the coffee table to eat.

“Is everything okay, Tae?” I asked, once we had both finished eating, the tv playing softly in the background. I was apprehensive about what his answer would be.

He sighed, making a bad feeling rise in my stomach. He must have noticed, because he quickly shook his head “you haven’t done anything wrong, jagi!”

My cheeks blushed at what he called me, but I smiled with relief “is there anything I can do..?”

Taehyung looked down at his hands, his nails suddenly seemed interesting as he picked at them.

“I’m a little shy” he muttered. His statement making me want to snuggle him in my arms and protect him from the world. He looked up, his dark yet kind eyes staring into my own. “but I need to tell you that I like you Y/N. A lot. I have since we first met.”

I could have sworn my heart stopped when he said those words. Sure, we flirted, and I liked him too, but it’s something different entirely, hearing the words you only hoped for. I was building up the courage to match his bold confession, when he spoke again.

“It’s driving me crazy being friends with you.. I.. I want you to be my girlfriend” he struggled with what to say “but I need you to know what you’re singing up for.” A sadness appeared across his eyes.

I simply smiled, encouraging him to continue.

“Being an idol.. our schedules are crazy and we’re constantly travelling, living out of hotels for months at a time. I hardly see my family and friends. And we have to match a certain image. Technically we’re not even allowed to date..” he frantically spoke, perfect eyebrows harsh in frustration.

I felt sorry for him. I could only imagine how it felt to be restricted from so many simple things in life. He told me how much he loved his job and how happy performing made him, but it would certainly take it’s toll from time to time.

“Please don’t feel pressured. I will completely understand if you don’t want to be involved in that kind of life..”

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I opened my mouth to speak. “Taehyung..” he looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes “I like you too, and I did before I knew who you were.”

Taehyung stared blankly at me before a shy smile took over. “Really?” He asked.

“Yes, really” I giggled.

He shuffled closer to where I was sitting on the floor, and gently lifted my hand into his own. “Ah! You have no idea how happy I feel hearing that” he smiled, giggling.

I was extremely aware of how close he was to me now. His dark, innocent, eyes darted between my own, as I noticed how unique his eye lids were and the way he slowly blinked. I admired the little freckle on his nose, and the ones under his eye and lip, looking as if they were perfectly placed on his honey skin. I had never denied how attractive this man was, but this was the first time I had fully grasped just how beautiful he was.

“What?” He asked, snapping me from daydreaming about his face.

“Nothing” I blushed.

Taehyung just smiled, bringing his other hand to the side of my face and brushing loose strands of hair to the side with this thumb. “You’re so beautiful, jagiya” He said.

Taehyung started moving closer to me, his eyes firmly set on my lips before fluttering shut. Following his lead, I softly closed mine, as I felt his gentle lips pressed against my own. And the kiss was just that, so gentle. There was no hunger or dominance, but innocence. I could faintly taste the sweet strawberry drink he had with dinner as it lingered on his lips. He lightly squeezed my hand in his own, and I let out a giggle against his lips, causing Taehyung to do the same. I shyly looked up into his eyes, both our cheeks flushed pink.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we were at the park” he smiled.

“I’m glad you finally did” I replied, giddy.

“So.. is that a yes?” Taehyung asked, cocking his eyebrows.

“Of course” I smiled, rolling me eyes as if it wasn’t already obvious.

He beamed his boxy smile as his thumb rubbed my hand in his own “and don’t feel pressured about the media or fans, we can keep this private for as long as you wish. Okay?” He smiled reassuringly. I nodded.

Taehyung and I sat on the couch talking, well into the late hours of the night. I wasn’t sure how long for. The last thing I remember was the sound of his heartbeat as we both drifted off to sleep on the couch. Happy, that we were no longer friends.

Taehyung’s POV

It was only when I woke up to a crook in my neck that I realised Y/N and I had fallen asleep on her couch. I rubbed the weariness from my eyes and looked down to see her peacefully pressed against my chest. It wasn’t long before she herself stirred, eyes still half-closed as she looked up at me.

“Good morning” I smiled.

“Taehyung? Did we really fall asleep on the couch” she laughed, pulling the throw covering the both of us up to her chin for warmth.

“I don’t even remember when we stopped talking” I chuckled.

Suddenly my phone rang as it sat on the coffee table, startling the both of us. “Hello?”

“Taehyung!” Namjoon spoke on the other end of the line “where are you?”

I froze, remembering the meeting we had all planned for this morning to discuss ideas for the next album. I cursed in Korean “Namjoon-hyung, I’m sorry! I totally forgot I’ll be there soon! Okay.. bye.”

“What’s wrong” Y/N asked once I’d hung up, sitting up.

“Ah, I’m supposed to be at a meeting with the boys right now. I’m sorry to just run off like this.”

“Shit.. I’m sorry!” She said, almost jumping from the couch. I immediately noticed the absence of her warmth, annoyed that I couldn’t pull her back in.

As I stood up from the couch and began gathering my things, Y/N returned from the kitchen handing me a banana and muesli bar. “You don’t have time for me to properly make you something, but you need to eat breakfast.” She said sweetly.

Without hesitation, I pressed a kiss firmly against her lips. “I’m glad I can do that whenever now” I smiled shyly.

“No complaints from me” she smiled. “Now go! Before you make yourself even later!”

***

I walked into the lounge of the dorm, thankfully the meeting was just a causal one between the members.

“Ah! Nice of you to show up” Jin laughed.

“I’m sorry” I announced.

“Where were you so early in the morning? Or did you even come home last night” Hoseok asked.

“Well.. no. I.. um.. went over to Y/N’s last night.” Eyebrows were raised in response. “And we ended up falling asleep on the couch.”

Their response was expected, loud and obnoxious, teasing their younger brother about what they thought had happened.

“Does that mean you two are a thing now?” Jungkook asked, grinning. I nodded shyly, unable to hide my smile.

“Aaaaand..” Jin beamed.

“We just stayed up late talking and ended up falling asleep?” I said blankly.

“So you didn’t-“

“No, hyung we didn’t” I replied. “Not that I would tell you if we did” I smirked.

“Hey! I thought we were like brothers” Jin laughed, only to be shoved away by Namjoon.

“We’re all really happy for you, Taehyung” Jimin beamed.

My heart fluttered, thinking of the previous night. “I’m really happy. She understands me” I ruffled the back of my unbrushed hair awkwardly. “I’ve never had such a connection with someone, aside from you guys.”

“As beautiful as all this is, we’ve got a heap of work to do, so can we..” Yoongi whined, gesturing to the table full of notes, earning agreement from the rest of the members.

But as I sat down next to him, Yoongi nudged me in the side, a half smile spread across his face as he nodded at me happily.

Puppy Love - Part 7

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: mentions of virgin reader, language

tag list: message me if you wish to be tagged in future updates of this story :)

authors note: this one took me way too long to write and was changed so many times..

chapter song: Nothing - Bruno Major https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucRVDoFkcxc

After imputing the code that Taehyung gave me to his apartment building's security system, I rolled my suitcase into the elevator, Kana pulling on her lead insistent on taking in all the new smells.

I tapped my knuckles on the dark wooden door of my boyfriend's home, my tummy fluttering from the mixture of nerves and excitement he still caused when I was around him. Loud footsteps hurriedly approached the door, followed by the light paws of Yeontan.

A series of beeps chimed and the door swung open, revealing Taehyung's handsome bare face. His hair was fluffy, as if he had yet to style it since getting up. He wore baggy black pants and an oversized white shirt, and I immediately wanted to snuggle into his chest. Before I could say anything, Taehyung knelt down to greet Kana, giggling as she licked at his face.

“Nice to see you too” I pouted, jokingly. Yeontan immediately ran up to me, pawing at my legs, and I knelt down to pick him up. Taehyung and I clearly knew our priorities.

“He must really like you” he said. “He’s never chosen anyone over me”. I couldn't blame him.

I put the tiny dog back down, only to stand up straight and be met with Taehyung's face only inches from mine, a soft smile on his face.

"Hi" he whispered.

"Hi" I replied, heat rising to my face. Just when I thought he was about to kiss me, he picked up my suitcase to carry inside, grasping onto my hand in the process. This boy always kept me on my toes!

The door shut behind us beeping to signal his security, as Taehyung led us into his main living area. Before I even had a chance to take in his luxurious apartment, I felt his hand wrap around my lower back and pull me into his body. His lips pressed against my own. I closed my eyes, moving my hands that were quickly pressed against his chest to wrap softly around his neck.

Just as my lips began to melt into his, our moment was cut short by the sound of both our dogs barking, and I turned to see the two of them running around the house in excitement. I giggled at how cute they were, expecting to see Taehyung doing the same, but when I turned back to him I was met with his relaxed eyes still looking at me, that same soft smile on his face.

"I've missed you" he said.

"I've missed you too" I smiled in return.

"Would you like a tour?" he asked.

"Yes, please!"

Taehyung's apartment was everything I would expect from a high profile k-pop star, but still had all the charm and uniqueness of him.

A small hallway led into an open space living area, with a white marble kitchen complete with dark accents connecting to a cozy lounge area containing two large dark couches and an even bigger wide screen tv. Sophisticated dining table separating the two.

I walked towards a set of dark french doors that led out to a glass balcony overlooking Seoul. A sea of buildings spread out in front of me, and I could only imagine how beautiful it looked lit up at night time.

"You can come put your stuff in my room" Taehyung said, picking up my suitcase once again. He led me down the hallway showing me his office and pointing out (one) of the bathrooms, before walking me up the stairs.

Taehyung's bedroom reflected him perfectly. A floor to ceiling window stretched across one of the walls, covered by a sheer, soft white curtain. While his bedroom was minimal, quirky pieces of art were placed around the room, and expensive jewelry and clothing could be seen in his ajarred wardrobe. A white king size bed centered the room, and I could only imagine how small he looked sleeping in it. And it might have been because of the giant mirror, but the ensuite was bigger than my own bathroom, with both a shower and bath.

I turned back to see Taehyung sitting down on the bed (I was right, it did make him look tiny).

"Your place is.. incredible" I gaped.

Taehyung rubbed the back of his head, looking embarrassed. "Ah, thank you. As a kid, I never even imagined of living in a place like this."

"Well you've worked hard for it. I admire that."

Taehyung looked up at me and smiled, seeming to appreciate my comment. "Shall we order takeaway and play some video games?" There was the laid back boy I knew.

"Sounds perfect" I smiled.

While waiting for our takeaway to arrive, I set up a game of Mario Kart on Taehyung’s tv.

“Oh you’re just asking to be beaten aren’t you” Taehyung said, placing two glasses of wine on the coffee table.

“Ha, you wish! I’ve been playing this since before I was in school” I challenged.

After a few races in, a mixture of swearing and yelling from the both of us, I managed to sneak a look across at my determined boyfriend. His brows were furrowed together, while the tip of his tongue rested between his parted lips as he concentrated. I had never felt so content and comfortable as I did in this exact moment.

I was quick to be taken away from my day dream, as Taehyung yelled in victory - a change from the pouty face he would give me when he lost lost several times, insisting that he was being a gentlemen and letting me win. I couldn’t but laugh at how excited he was, like a little kid.

“Alright, I’ll admit you’re the better Mario kart player” Taehyung sighed as I raised my hands in victory. “But I won’t lose to you in this one” he smiled, holding up a battle Royale shooter.

“We’ll see then!” I didn’t stand a chance.

*

It might have been the little bit of confidence that the red wine had given me, when I turned to Taehyung and said “Truth or dare?”

He looked at me, slightly confused “huh?”

“Truth or dare? Oh, do you not play there here? Um, you have to answer any question, which is usually something personal. Or you can choose to do something the other person says... I guess like..” I was struggling to try and explain.

“Oh! Yes! We played something similar. Sounds fun!" he replied. We asked each other the usual questions; most embarrassing moment, first crush, the usual. On his next question Taehyung thought for a moment, before asking "would you still have gone out with me if I wasn't who I was?"

"You're kidding right?" His silence told me he was not. I had never realised that he had this insecurity. "Of course, Tae. You're the best thing that has happened to me since moving here" I said shyly.

I looked up to see him smiling softly at me.

"You probably thought I lived under a rock" I laughed.

Taehyung shook his head "not at all. It was refreshing. And you actually spoke to me like a person, not a celebrity."

"Well, I really only said yes to you because of your dog" I teased, ruffling the fur of the small dog sitting next to me.

Taehyung put his hand on his heart, bowing his chest over as if he had been shot. "Well, at least it got you" he smirked.

After a few more embarrassing questions, a prank phone call to one of the boys that left Taehyung in hysterics and another glass of wine later, Taehyung asked his next truth question for me.

"What was your first kiss like?"

My eyes shifted away from him, embarrassed.

"Come on, Y/N. It can't be any more awkward than mine" he laughed.

I sighed "Fine." I refused to make eye contact, but couldn't help but smile at the memory. "It was in my apartment. He was a guy friend that I had only met recently, but I had been falling for him since the day we met. He had brought rice and noodles over for dinner, and he had finally confessed to liking me as well. We ended up falling asleep on the couch, but he had to run off the next morning because he was late for a meeting.." I finally made eye contact with him.

"I was your first kiss?" he asked softly. I nodded. "Now I wish I had made it more magical" he sighed.

"Tae, it was the most perfect kiss, I couldn't have asked for anything more. I.. it's just embarrassing you know.."

"No it's not. It just goes to show how stupid all the guys in Y/County are! I feel very lucky to be your first kiss" he smiled sweetly. "And I'm going to make every kiss from now on even more magical."

I laughed at how cute he was, trying to make me feel better. "Okay Romeo! I'll remember that!"

"Wait" Taehyung suddenly said, slightly cocking his head to the side. "Does that mean.. you haven't.."

Shrugging my shoulders awkwardly, I shook my head. "You probably think there's something wrong me. I feel like there's something wrong with me.."

"Jeez Y/N, I don’t understand how you can’t see how amazing you are. You’re kind and caring, passionate and hard working. And god are you gorgeous as hell!”

Never in my life had someone spoke about me the way Taehyung was right now, which I think he noticed, as he pulled me into his chest. "And when you're ready, I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are."

*

A few days had passed since I arrived at Tae's, and I was curled up on the couch, waiting for him to finish having a shower. Bored in what was playing on the tv, I was wasting time scrolling through instagram. Especially since I had began dating a kpop star, I had tried to stay off twitter, and only had close friends and family on other websites. While scrolling through the lives of people I hadn't seen since moving, I accidently opened the search page. Normally I would just click out of it, and was expecting to see a range of posts of dogs, beauty products or clothes.

Not a picture of Taehyung and I at the park.

Of course, my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked, bringing up a post from what seemed to be a Korean media news page.

"BTS' V spotted with mystery girl! The two were seen hanging out at Yeouido Hangang Park in Seoul, walking V's dog Yeontan, and what is assumed to be the girl's dog. There is nothing to confirm the two are dating, however, this is the first time V has been spotted with a girl since 2017"

I felt my stomach twist, and unable to stop my hands from opening up the comments.

NOOOOO 😭😭😭

she’s too ugly for Taehyung

Aww look how happy he looks! Another dog lover, she’s perfect for our Tae! I hope it’s true 💜

Bitch ☠️

What’s her name? 🔪

I fucking hate her!! She stole our Tae!

"Y/N!" I jumped to find Taehyung standing beside the couch, drying his wet hair with a towel. "I called your name about three-" As soon as I made eye contact with him, his face dropped. "Baby what's wrong?"

It was only then I realised that tears had formed in my eyes.

"What is it?" Taehyung pressed again, immediately sitting next to me on the couch. I could still feel the heat coming off his skin from his shower. Unable to say anything, I passed the phone to him, noticing how shaky my hands were. His brows were furrowed in concern, closing his eyes as soon as he saw the photo, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. He began to read the comments, but closed my phone after reading the first few.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, wiping the tears as they began to fall down my face.

Taehyung moved my hand away, gently wiping another tear from my cheek himself. "Why on earth are you saying sorry?"

"Because" I sniffed "You'll get in trouble from your company. And everything is going to be so much harder for you, from your fans and the media."

"Would you stop worrying about me. I'm so sorry that I brought you into all this" he said sadly. "Are you okay, jagiya?"

I tried lying to myself and saying I was okay, mainly for Taehyung's sake. But I wasn't. I shook my head, more tears coming as Taehyung pulled me in tightly. My tear-stained face pressed against his chest, wondering how I would ever fit into his world.

"Please. Don't listen to those comments."

"How can I not, Tae? Your fans will-"

"These people" he cut me off, holding up my phone "are not my fans. I don't have time for anyone who sends disgusting and hurtful comments like this. The ones who left kind and supportive comments are."

I knew he was trying to cheer me up, but it scared me to think this would be what publicly dating Taehyung was like. I heard Taehyung place the phone on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry for bringing all this into your life, Y/N." Hurt and sadness evident in his voice. "I'd like to see these people say it to my face, I wouldn't let them get away with saying it. They think they own me and control my life." I could see the anger and frustration was building up in him, years of having to deal with this sort of attention.

I pulled away to look at him, holding his hand in my own and causing his features to soften. Taehyung kept his gaze on me, his brown eyes darting between my own. The slightest smile appeared on his lips, even with things feeling as shit as they did now.

"I love you, Y/N."

My whole body tensed, feeling like my heart had stopped. "You- you what?" I stammered.

"Ah. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that! And now I've freaked you out." His voice was just as shaky as my own, and he began to get embarrassed. "Aish! I know we've only been dating for a few months. And it's definitely too soon to say such things. And probably not the most romantic way to say it. But it's true, Y/N. I- I love you. And I need you to know that." He stared into my eyes, searching for my reaction.

"Tae" I smiled, eyes still red and swollen from crying. "I don't care when you say it, or where. I love you too."

I immediately noticed Taehyung's face relax, as his eyes squinted into a smile before pulling my body onto his own. Taehyung leaned up, pressing his forehead to my own. "I love you. And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you while I'm here."

I wasn't sure whether the reason for my crying now was because of the photo and comments, or because of Taehyung's confession. He placed his warm hand on the side of my face, firmly pressing his lips against my own. I felt my whole body immediately melt into him.

With my hand pressed against his chest, I could feel Taehyung's heart begin to race, confident that mine was doing the same. My breathing hitched as he softly dragged his tongue against my bottom lip, causing my mouth to naturally open and let him in. My breathing increased as if trying to catch up to how fast my heart was beating, Taehyung's low breaths doing the same.

Taehyung placed his free hand above my hips, pulling my body even closer to his, rubbing his hand up and down. I moved my hands from his toned chest to the hem of his shirt, fiddling with the material in an attempt to remove it. Taehyung sighed into my mouth, which is why I was so surprised when he shook his head.

In confusion, I sat up, my lips already feeling swollen yet lost without him attached.

"Not like this." He said, my silence urging him to continue. "It's not that I don't want to, trust me" he laughed. "But I told you I want to make it special, and I don't want to look back at our first time and remember your face when you read those comments."

I sat back on my knees a little flustered, and slightly embarrassed. Taehyung moved a strand of hair away from my face "Patience my love. I promise I'll make it worthwhile" before pulling me back on top of him.

Puppy Love - Part 8

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: smut - long time reader, first time writer 🫣 reader’s first time (and it’s perfect, not reality), intercourse, fingering/oral (f receiving), swallowing, minor handjob, soft aftercare, language.

tag list: message me if you wish to be tagged in future updates of this story :)

authors note: I'm so nervous posting this, as it's the first time I've ever written smut, so I hope it's okay..

Y/N POV:

5:52, I was finally back at Taehyung’s apartment after a long day of work. I input his security code and opened the front door, expecting Kana to come bounding over as she usually did, Yeontan running to keep up behind her.

Instead I was met with darkness. Taehyung had the day off, so I had assumed he would be home having a chill day.

He must have just gone out for the day. I thought to myself. But usually he would leave the dogs out?

Closing the door behind me, I placed my bags on the kitchen bench and was about to turn on a light, when I noticed a lamp left on in the hallway.

“Tae?” I called out, slightly hesitantly.

“Down here” he called back, and I could hear a smile behind his voice.

I let go of the breath I didn’t realise I was holding when I knew he was home and made my way towards the hallway, about to question why it was so quiet.

I stopped.

The lamp that Taehyung had left on emitted a warm glow, highlighting scattered rose petals across the floor.

“What’s all this?” I giggled. He didn’t answer.

I looked up and saw that they continued their trail up the stairs, where a warm glow flickered faintly against the walls.

“Taehyung..?” I questioned, barely audible. My mind, and heart, racing.

I kept my head down as I walked up the stairs, being careful not to trample the red and pink petals, only looking up when I reached the open door of Taehyung’s bedroom.

There he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other. The source of the warm glow was the dozen candles scattered across each surface, rose petals spread around them.

It wasn’t until Taehyung stood up that I realised I had yet to speak. He made his way towards me, giving me a moment to take in the white dress shirt hugging his upper body, which only just hid his toned skin underneath.

“I told you I would make it special” he smiled, taking my hands into his own.

“Really?” Was all I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. I prayed he didn’t notice, but if he did he didn’t point it out.

“Only if you want to of course” he spoke softly.

"Of course I want to" I softly replied, barely. My voice shaking with nerves.

"Well, the kids are asleep in the other room" he smirked. I stared at him as he laughed "Yeontan and Kana."

"Oh my god" I laughed, only stopping when I realised Taehyung was holding my gaze.

I was glad when Taehyung naturally took lead, pulling me in close and pressing his lips against my own. His kiss started gentle, but didn't take long for his needs to take over as his kiss became more hungry. My body responded the same, lust overcoming the nervousness I felt being so intimate with him.

His hands moved from my waist to my hips as he pulled them to press against his own. I could feel his hardness grow, causing heat to instantly rise between my legs and my breath the catch. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his large hands slide to my ass and squeeze, naturally pressing my hips even closer to his.

"Can you feel how much I want you right now" he heavily breathed between kisses.

"Mmm.. then take me" I said boldly, between our heavy breaths.

That was enough for him, as he moved to push me towards his bed pulling my shirt above my head as he went. As I sat down, he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing his perfect caramel skin. Without taking his eyes of mine, he removed his belt discarding it somewhere on the floor, and stepped out of his black pants. I lifted my hips to slip out of my skirt before shuffling back towards the head of his bed, as Taehyung climbed across to straddle my hips.

"Tonight is all about making you feel good, love" he whispered, instantly crashing his lips to my own. Moans escaping as his hardness pressed against my growing wetness.

Taehyung began to move his lips to the spot behind my ear and slowly down my neck. I was confident he was leaving marks on my skin as he went, dominantly saying to the world I was his, and his alone.

My stomach tightened as he went from my collarbone to the top of my breasts. His hands moved to my back, pulling me up towards him. "May I?" he asked. It was only then I noticed his cheeks were starting to darken and flush. I nodded, allowing him to gently remove my bra, exposing my breasts.

"God" he muttered, brushing his thumb over one of my erect nipples before massaging with his large hand. "Mmmm" I hummed, already getting lost at the feeling of his touch alone. Taehyung began placing kisses against the other side once again, before teasing his tongue over my other nipple, instantly causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

Taehyung noticed this and stopped immediately to look up at me through his hooded eyes. "Are you trying to tell me something, darling" he smirked, rubbing one hand along my thigh.

I whimpered, becoming more and more at mercy of his touch. And his words.

Without warning, he began placing kisses down my stomach, and along the inside of my thighs. The way he teased so close to where I wanted him caused shivers to run throughout my entire body.

"Fuck, look how wet you are already darling" he smirked.

"Stop teasing" I laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how vulnerable I was beneath him. I noticed a shift in his eyes from hungry to soft. "Are you doing okay, love" he asked.

"Yes" I smiled.

"Are you happy if I continue" he said, rubbing his thumb over the waistband of my underwear.

"Very" I said.

Taehyung simply smiled, pulling my underwear over my hips and throwing them to the side.

My breath hitched and my hips immediately bucked up as he gathered my wetness on two of his fingers, rubbing against my clit. "Fuck" I breathed out. He slowly rubbed his thumb in small circles around my clit, as I moaned his name and threw my head back against the pillow "Taehyung.. god.. yes".

"I love hearing my name cursed on you lips like that. Just seeing what effect I'm having on you." he said deeply. He continued to rub circles with his thumb, before pressing his middle finger to my entrance.

As I waited to feel him from inside, I realised he was waiting for my okay. "Yes.. Tae.. please" I said, trying to think through his touch, my words becoming a moan as he pressed his long finger inside and began to slowly pump.

"Oh fuck" my hips starting to move in time with his finger, my body already accepting and stretching to accommodate him. Taehyung felt this too, taking it as a sign to insert a second finger. I could feel the orgasm already building up inside me every time his fingers reached my g-spot. The feeling only stopped when I felt his fingers curled down leaving behind a cold emptiness from the absence of his warm touch. I looked up to see him put his two fingers in his mouth, my mouth agape at the sight of how hot he looked in that moment. "Mmm.. you taste so good" he smirked.

"I want you.. between my legs." Taehyung's eyes widened slightly as he realised what I was asking, wasting no time to shuffle so that he face was inches from me, his hands grabbing either side of my thighs. My hips buckled towards his face as I felt his tongue move from my centre to my clit, and my hand reached down to grab a handful of his hair, loudly moaning from the contact.

My head was already starting to become dizzy with how he moved his wet tongue and swollen lips against every part of me. I could feel his spit mix with my own juices. Each time I thrusted my hips towards him, his nails dug deeper into my thighs. I began to squirm as I became more tender from his touch, which only caused him to laugh against me and hold onto my legs.

"Tae.. I think I'm close" I breathed.

"I know you are baby girl" he smiled.

"But I.. I want you inside me. Please."

"Oh?" He said, stopping to look up at me. His pink lips glistening with my wetness.

"Fuck me, Taehyung" I smiled, my chest rising and falling.

He immediately sat up, his hooded eyes filled with lust. "Fuck. I love this side of you" he said, pulling his Calvin Klein's over his prominent hip bones, exposing his full erection.

"Fuck.. you're so hot" I smiled, promoting him to climb back onto me.

With his body hovering over mine, I dragged my thumb over his slit, watching as his brows fuse together, catching his breath.

"Shit" he moaned. I used the pre-cum building up to slowly move my hand up and down his length. My small hands looking even smaller against him.

"In the.. draw" he said between his heavy breaths. Never taking my hand off him, I turned to open his bedside draw, shakily rummaging through his stuff, needing not ask what I was looking for. I fumbled to pull a condom out of the packet, before opening it with my teeth.

"Y/N" he moaned, watching as I did.

My hands started to shake - unsure if it was my nervousness or still reeling from having Taehyung's head between my legs - as I tried to place the condom onto him. Taehyung's hand grasped onto my own, helping.

He shuffled back so that his hips were just above mine, my legs instinctively opening for him.

"I'm still going to ask" he smiled softly, his face already flushed.

I nodded.

"And you'll tell me if you want to stop"

I nodded again.

My hips rolled into him, as soon as I felt the tip of him at my entrance, the two of us moaning as he pushed himself inside of me. He stayed there for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size, before rolling his hips back and forth against me.

"God you feel so good" he moaned as he grabbed ahold of the headboard above me. I looked up at him, eyes screwed shut as he bit onto his bottom lip.

My legs responded to his thrusts and opened further trying to accommodate of much of him as I could, and I couldn't help but notice the way his stomach contracted every time he did. The longer he went the faster he got, our breathing matching the speed of his hips slamming into me. Taehyung's hot breath and raspy growls at the side of my neck.

A mixture of lewd moaning and cursing of each others names, filled up the bedroom. My fingernails digging into his broad back, while my other hand grasped onto the fabric of his silk pillow. Taehyung brought his hand down to grab onto mine, sliding his fingers up my wrist until his fingers tightly intertwined.

"I'm already close for you baby"

"Me too.. oh god" The knot tightening in my lower stomach. I wanted to scream.

"Mmmm" he whimpered, rolling his hips shakily a few more times, groaning loudly as he snapped his hips one last time. That pushed me over the edge, my whole body shook, and I threw my head back, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm wash over me, dragging my nails up his back as it did.

Breathing heavy, Taehyung collapsed on top of me. I could still feel him twitching inside me from his own orgasm.

"Fuck Y/N" he smiled between heavy breaths, pressing his sweaty forehead to my shoulder as he pulled himself out.

I turned to look at him. His face flushed, beads of sweat dripping from the front strands of his hair. The most obvious being the boxy (and exhausted) smile on his face. As I heavily breathed, recovering, I was sure I looked the same.

"Was that.. did you enjoy it?" He nervously asked.

I pulled my body closer to him. "Amazing" I smiled.

“Did I hurt you?”

“It hurt a little” I replied, causing worry to wash over his face. I shook my head “but the way you made me feel.. I guess it pushed that aside” I smiled.

“I’m sorry it hurt you” he frowned before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It tasted salty, and I didn't know if it was sweat, or I was tasting myself on his lips. “You know I love you. So much, Y/N"

"I love you too, Tae".

"Let me grab a towel to clean us up" he smiled sweetly, contradicting the sinful mess we left all over his sheets.

We laid there together for around half an hour, a mixture of silently being in each others company, tracing skin, and still being giddy from our previous endeavour. Scratching from the other room broke us from our bubble away from the rest of the would.

Taehyung lightly sighed, as I stretched to get up, trying to piece together the clothes that had been heatedly tossed to different areas of the room. "We better let them out" I said.

"Fine. But then we can spend the rest of the night cuddling?" he whined.

"Only after you've had a shower with me" I smirked, prompting him to jump out of bed immediately.