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what am i supposed to say? the whole band scenario like they’re all rockstars make my heart go boom boom!!!

the light angst caught me up and omg imagine that cute brother (mine could NEVER)!!! it didn’t ache so badly, but the little drama we all adore is here, so it’s perfect, never thought i would enjoy light angst so much. i love your writing and this is not news, so... another wonderful one!

—backseat serenade. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: punk!taehyung / band au / brother’s best friend au + smut 

⟶ words: 10,790

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

⟶ warnings: multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism if u look hard enough, wall sex, car sex, unprotected sex, all the sex (seriously), fingering, pussy slapping (also if u look hard enough), lots of teasing, doggy style, riding, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: this story is another repost of an old one (although it’s basically been entirely rewritten lol)!  

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

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*quietly sobs in the corner* it's so cUTE!!!!!!!!!

a frenemies to lovers is always welcome, but the different touch you gave with the powers turned this softie even more endearing. thank you for writing!

I’m sMitten

➜ Words: 4.1k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Tsundere!AU, Police!AU

➜ Summary: You and Taehyung are hated for opposing reasons. It’s not your fault that everything you say is a LIE! And it’s not his fault that everything he says is the brutal truth. But what’s worse is that Kim Taehyung can always see through you and he knows to twist your deception into honesties.

➜ NOTES: Thank you for THREE YEARS!!! I never thought I’d be around for so long but you all have given me a chance to share all my stories and I’m grateful for the love I’ve received, including all the messages and the encouragements. This is for the silent readers, the not-so silent readers, my mutuals, and also all fellow writers. Happy Three Years Anniversary!! Enjoy!

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oh I like that very very much

Work Hard, Play Harder || KTH

- Pairing: CEO!Kim Taehyung x Assistant!Female Reader

- Genre/AU: A bit of Angst, Smut, Fluff(what a surprise), romance?, PWP(barely any plot), OfficeAU, Big Idiots2Lovers

- Rating: R (minors get the hell out)

- Summary: Your boss, Mr. Kim, has you working overtime on a Friday night. Is there a personal reason he’s holding you up from a night out with your friends? Or does he actually need help sorting the files?

- Word Count: 2.7k

- Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, degradation, clit spanking, orgasm denial and control, soft Dom!Tae, jealous Taehyung, dirty talk, Sir Kink, light bdsm play, mentions safe word but not actually used, begging, mixed signals I guess, inappropriate work behavior, exhibitionism, creampie, biting/marking/scratching, brat!reader, clothed sex, aftercare. I believe that’s it. Please proceed with caution.

- A/n: I have no explanation for myself. I don’t know how or why…just enjoy, I guess. This is not edited and I’ll get someone to review this one day lol. Please excuse the errors or anything else that doesn’t make sense.

8:59 PM

That’s what time your little desk clock reads. You were supposed to be heading out to have drinks right now, but of course, your boss needed you to stay later. All the other employees are long gone for the evening, and you nearly shed a tear as they said their farewells to you on the way out. Their eyes were filled with nothing but pity as they took in your tired state.

“Mr. Kim, I’ve gone over all of these files for you. If you don’t need anything else, I’d like to–

“Did you finish your report?” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

Standing from the small couch in the corner, you make your way across his office to his desk, setting the files next to him. “I haven’t, but I can do it over the weekend since it isn’t due until Tuesday. I have somewhere important to be in an hour.” You lie.

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Both povs of this are hurtful. I mean pain swallows me and I cry when couples that are in love can't be together for any reason, and spend so much time apart. It's beautifully sad, you know, when you can never forget the only one you love even if they're not there. Even if it's cruel to another. (I'd do the same.) Thank you for writing!

The Last Time

Words: 2650

Read the Sequel/Parallel here

In the middle of the cold, bustling street, people crowd around - pushing each other after a long day’s work to get to their cozy, warm home, to get to their waiting families. In the middle of the bustling street, Taehyung faces you. “You’re back?” He whispers.

“I am.”

“Taehyung….” You swallow hard - forcing the tears back down and you turn away from him, afraid that you’ll grow weak after you see his pained expression. “I’m leaving.”

He sighs softly. “Yeah…” His words are whispers. “I know.”

It was for selfish gain, you were leaving to follow your dreams. Because even if everyone else said no - you still believed in yes. “We should break up.”

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THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT ZONE!!!! I know, I just know Taehyung would be able to enchant my depressed self into a Mario Kart race even if I'm almost at the verge of tears. He's just this type of person, y'know? Thank you for writing this, I feel like I need to understand when I'm in trouble with my health and sometimes reading helps a lot.

The Counselor (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Words: 6,508

Summary: You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

A/N: Well! This has been a long time coming, haha. My first Taehyung smut-I figured it was time. Though, it does have lots of fluff too (because to me Taehyung is such a sweetiepie). Anyway! Please enjoy!

You are…struggling. And you know you are. Classes are rough, and homework and work makes you want to rip all of your hair out. You’re losing sleep and adapting terrible eating habits (aka not eating at all and/or eating only quick and unhealthy food), and your friends are worried.

“The University Health Department has counseling available almost 24/7,” one of your girlfriends tells you, her eyes begging for you just to listen for once, because she know that you don’t want to. It’s only another 2 months until summer, and you only need to last that long, then things will get a little better. You’re sure of it. However, you still patiently listen to her nonetheless.

“They’re not professional—they’re trained kids, our own age. People who go to the university with us that are just…listening buddies. They’re there to help us in any way they can, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything bad about them.

“And they don’t judge you!” she continues quickly when she sees your lips part, liking going to give her an excuse as to why you don’t want to go. “I’ve had friends who have gone in just to talk about their day—because it helps them to have the company around. And I’ve also had friends who have gone in and gotten deep—and it still works out fine in those situations too.

“The counseling is good,” she tells you, smiling as she grabs one of your hands between hers. Your heart aches at that moment, because you know that she’s such a good friend to you, and it’s not like you enjoy feeling this way, it’s just…

“Give them a chance, Y/N, and if you don’t like it I won’t ask you to go back. But what can it hurt?”

“My pride,” you mumble in response, and when she sends you a sour pout, you sigh. “I’ll…go soon,” you say, managing a smile. You place your free hand atop hers and squeeze, hoping to portray your sincerity. “I really do appreciate you being so concerned for me. Thank you.”

She shrugs, the atmosphere becoming a bit more comfortable she slides off her seat and moves around the café table, grabbing you in a tight hug.

“Just trying my best to be a good friend.”

“You are, trust me.”

Despite it all, you do end up going to the counseling—but only after lots of internal struggle and reasoning.

On a Friday night—when you for once don’t have work—you pick yourself up and shrug on a too-big sweatshirt and slip into a pair of trainers and then leave your 1 bedroom apartment, trudging towards the Health Center on campus.

You’re not even sure if counseling will be available at—you slyly slip your phone from your pocket and check the screen—10:03 on the weekend, but hey—if you go and no one is there, then at least you tried. You can tell your friend that at the very least you made an effort to get counseling, and then you’ll never have to go back again. Perfect!

Sadly, when you reach the health building, a woman at the front desk points you in the direction of the student mental health rooms. Tempted to sigh at your luck, you slowly make your way up the dimly lit hall—most of the lights off in order to cut electricity costs.

After a minute you find the area you’re looking for, a semi-large waiting room with 5 doors connected to it. 4 of the doors are closed—the ones labeled ‘Jackson’, ‘Hani’, ’Kai’, and ‘Jonghyun’—and through the small window you can only see darkness, so you assume they’re out for the night. The farthest right door, however, is illuminated.

Shit…

You take a deep breath, reading yourself for judgment and fear and anxiety—because despite your friends reassurance and all the good remarks you’ve been hearing about the counseling and counselors—you’re still terrified.

Eying the nametag hanging on the door handle—one which is bright blue and decorated with a mismatch of drawings (which may have been done by a kindergarten, but you can’t tell)—you wearily lift your hand and knock your knuckles against the solid wood.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually the door opens, and you suddenly find yourself face to face with a thin, chestnut haired boy. His face reflects subtle surprise, his perfectly shaped eyebrows raising on his forehead.

“Hi,” he says after a moment, and then breaks into a large boxy smile, gripping his stomach as he laughs. You take a step back, wanting to run. Is he laughing at you??—but luckily he quickly explains himself.

“Sorry, I just…I’m so used to being here alone on Friday nights, usually no one shows up, so you took me by surprise. I was laughing at myself because I’m sure I looked a bit stupid standing there, hehe~.” Reaching out a hand, his brown eyes turning kind, he introduces himself. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you respond, still hesitant, but take his hand nonetheless. It’s large, you note.

“Well—come on in!” he says, stepping back and motioning to his little, private room. You poke your head in, surveying the area. There’s a pink and a blue beanbag on the carpet floor, a stack of books in the corner, and an old TV with a N64 hooked up. On the screen is a paused game of California Speed, which is what you guess Taehyung must have been playing before your unexpected arrival.

“I…um…,” you manage, embarrassed at your own awkwardness. But you feel bad—maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was probably have a jolly fine time before you’d shown up at his door.

“Y/N,” Taehyung coaxes, his face melting into a look of understanding. He’s so beautiful to look at, and with such sincerity portrayed on his features, you’re beginning to wonder if perhaps he’s an angel of sorts.

Extending his hand towards you, Taehyung waits. Patient. He and you both know that it’s your decision to come inside, and he’s not going to force any kind of decision upon you.

You don’t want to be here, and yet…with Taehyung here in front of you…

You take his hand.

Grinning, Taehyung tugs you into his little, cozy pad, and shuts the door behind you. Immediately, in time with the sound of the room closing off, you feel emergency barriers forming around your heart, scared to let anyone in or anything out. Because in the most basic sense you are ok. You have food and shelter, and you find it in yourself to roll out of bed every day. You’re alright, but…you’re not. Not really—and while Taehyung seems like a nice guy, you don’t know him. So are you just supposed to suddenly open up and tell him all of your problems and expect him to listen and be nonjudgmental? That’s seems impossible.

“Well, pop a squat!” he tells you, diving stomach first onto the pink bean bag. His smile and personality, so far, reminds you of a little kid with no care in the world, and you begin wondering if you can confide in a person like this. Nonetheless, you stiffly step farther into the room and lower yourself onto the other beanbag, not quite sure where to look. If you look at the floor, you’ll seem shy. If you look at Taehyung, then you’ll seem a bit creepy, you think (even though you honestly would love to get a clearer look at Taehyung, because despite the dim light in the hall, you had been able to tell that he is…blessed in his features). So, you decide to stare at the TV instead, back straight and lips pressed together tightly.

God…you wish you hadn’t come.

“Hey,” Taehyung suddenly says, catching your attention. You look up just in time for him to shove the 2P controller into your lap.

“Oh c’mon!” he says when he sees your shocked looked. “This game is fun, I promise! Let’s just play a few maps!”

“I…ok,” you agree, if only because you still feel bad for intruding, and Taehyung grins happily.

“The analog stick is…kinda touchy in this game, so be careful of that,” he tells you as he exits the race he had paused and backtracks to the main menu, this time choosing the 2-player option.

“I’ve actually played this game before,” you inform him quietly, unable to help the amused grin that overtakes your lips when Taehyung’s face turns dumbfounded.

“You have???”

“I have,” you confirm, your smile unwavering as you choose your car on the selection screen. “And I’m pretty good at it too, so watch your back.”

“Ooooooohh~! I see how it is!” Taehyung teases, picking up his controller and thumbing the analog stick until he’s hovering over the golf cart option on screen. You send him a questionable look, and Taehyung licks his lips, raising his eyebrows challengingly. Your heart jumps at the sight, and you wonder if Taehyung knows that he’s making you sexually flustered at the moment.

“Golf cart is gonna win,” he simply says, picking out a course to play, and you roll your eyes, turning your attention to the screen as the race begins.

Maybe a little too into it, you and Taehyung battle it out, the barriers around your heart seeming to inch open with each line of friendly banter exchanged between you both. You’re not sure what time it is when you finally end up tossing your controller down—frustrated that Taehyung had beaten you 15-14 ONLY because an NPC had nudged you out of first place and into third just seconds before the finish line.

“That’s such bullshit!” you scream, though laughter is bubbling in your throat, and you’ve been smiling for a long while now. “I refuse to accept that!”

“Too bad! I win~!” Taehyung sing-songs, setting his controller down on the carpet and getting up to do some kind of awkward victory dance. You shake your head in disbelief, your laughter fading into desperate wheezes for air, and reach over to smack him.

However, in an embarrassing turn of events, you somehow manage to miss his arm…and smack his ass. Just a little smack! Right on the top, but…it’s enough to have both you and Taehyung immediately freezing in shock.

“You…,” he starts, brown eyes wide. Cheeks erupting with color, you open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but no words come out—because what exactly are you supposed to say?! You hadn’t meant for that to happen…!

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❝ warm ❞ kth ― m.

 ― summary:

you return home to see your roommate jerking off on the couch

taehyung/reader | roommate!au | smut, fluff | 3k ↬ content warnings: DIRTY TALK, praise kink, masturbation (male&fem), light voyeurism, degrading names, lots of pet names, multiple orgasms, mild forced orgasm, squirting, tae cums inside too so unprotected sex, also the return of the ‘fat cock’ disease

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog byleo and it has been edited! this is bordering on gift level dirty talk so beware lmao

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for their own pleasure

― pairing: Taehyung x reader

― genre: fluff, smut (omg what am i doing)

― word count: 2.4k

― summary: Waking your boyfriend up by rubbing yourself on him was maybe not the best idea… or was it?

Warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, pure filth, name-calling?, teasing etc 

― A/N: I got bias wrecked a few nights ago and well the outcome was this, btw I’m so glad nobody knows about this blog in my real life I would die ahaha. don’t post/copy my work without my permission © 

You didn’t know how but you ended up on top of him, your clothed breasts pressed against his naked chest on the hotel bed. Only a few minutes ago you had been dreaming a rather sexual dream about your boyfriend and subconsciously rubbed yourself on him and when you woke up you didn’t want to stop. Both of your legs were on either side of his body as you moved your hips against his in a desperate plea. Even though you felt bad that he was asleep and disrupting his hours of resting you kept going. As your whimpers were muffled by the duvet beside his head you could feel him toss a little under you and you turned your head to see his brows furrowed still with his eyes closed.

“Uh, Y/N?” he mumbled voice low and hoarse as his eyes fluttered open to get an idea of what was happening with him. “What…”

You didn’t answer him but pushed harder down on his length and shoved your face in the soft pillow again. Taehyung was breathing more heavier than normal and his cock had without his knowledge harden by the stimulation. The pressure against your core and clit was so good when you rolled your hips and your fingers grasped his shoulders more roughly making your nails dug half-moon shapes in his honey-colored skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, rubbed his face to wake up more before he gripped your waist to help you move, “I can feel how wet you are through my briefs.”

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how. is. this. a. ONE. SINGLE. UNIQUE. SHOT????????!!!!!!!!!!¿¿¿¿¿ IM TORN!!!! I'm sad, so sad that there won't be a part 2 but wow this plot is AMAZING. thank you so much for writing and sharing!

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Warning: Fluff, Smut and so much Angst. Please don’t proceed if you are triggered easily. 

Words: 3.1k

The night unfolded cold and dark; the November weather had casted snow and rain upon the city of Seoul. You admired the city from above the steep concrete that leads to your home. The moving cars, the tall buildings and the blinding lights all were beautiful, almost mesmerizing you would think if you hadn’t met Taehyung.

You climbed up the lazy stairs of your building, counting down the familiar number to your apartment. You reached for the keys inside your bag and unlocked the door.

“Taehyung? I’m home” you called out while throwing your jacket and bag onto the couch as you proceeded to the kitchen.

“Hey baby” Taehyung said as he walked to your frame to leave a kiss on your forehead. He was wearing a plain button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up, revealing his chiselling, sun kissed toned chest, one that you got used to sleeping on and finding comfort in along with black trousers. You leaned into his body wanting to feel more of his warm, nuzzling your head into the junction of his chest and shoulder, you placed small kisses earning a chuckle and a low moan from him.

“Is everything okay?” he asked and you could feel his worried gaze on you, making you lift your head up in response.

“Yeah, I just feel like… I don’t know… I missed you” you laughed ashamed of yourself, you had been living with him for more than you can remember, and you had seen him just before you left for work, it hadn’t even been 9 hours since then. He always had that effect on you, it wasn’t unusual he always makes you miss him when you leave his side.

“I’m right here baby” he whispered, comforting you by running his hands up and down your sides, looking at you with warm and tender eyes. You wonder how you go so lucky to belong to someone like him, so affectionate, so loving.

You reached out for his cheeks with your palms, both encapsulating him into your hold and moved your lips to capture his. The kiss was like usual, so innocent and beautiful. Taehyung was always fast to respond to your lips, as if he was always expecting them, something you’ve always loved about him. The kiss slowly grew into something more passionate laced with lust, you could see it in him and you could feel him emitting the same need as you are. His hands guided you both to the bed without breaking the kiss, walking back till his knee found the familiar covers only to fall on his back, making you on top of him.

“I love you” you told him as you moved your lips down to kiss his chin, jaw and neck leaving behind beautiful colours of purple and red “so much”. “I love you too” he said before getting a hold of your lips with his and recuperating your actions. You had spent the entire night moaning out words of love to every thrust, every suck and every kiss. It was perfect, he was perfect.

The next morning was a repeat of yesterday’s, you woke up at 7am where the sun was outside burning bright rays through the white curtains and into the white walls, illuminating the room in a beautiful way. He was sleeping next to you, arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You smiled at him before leaving a kiss on his forehead before getting ready to go to work.

“Y/N! Good Morning” your neighbour greeted as you were closing the door of your apartment.

“Good Morning Yeri” you greeted her back, she was a lovely person beautiful inside out. She always beamed with happy and good radiation. You always felt sorry for not showing up when she invited you to her home or when she asks you to go with her to get groceries. You were always occupied to Taehyung.

“How are you?” she asked with a smile in her face

“Good, what about you?” you asked returning her smile.

“I’m good too” she spoke before continuing “Aren’t you going to lock your door? You always leave it unlocked you might get robbed one day” she said.

“Oh, Taehyung’s inside he’ll lock it when he wakes like he always does don’t worry” you replied

“Y/N… Can you do me a favour?” she asked with her smile faltering which alarmed you a small amount.

“Yeah, sure” you replied.

“Can you meet someone for me? I-uh, they’ve always wanted to meet you and – just please? I know this is weird” she tried to laugh it off.

“Okay?” you said unsure, “Who is it?” you asked curiously.

“His name is Jungkook, he’s a friend of mine” she said looking away from you “I think, he would like to meet you” she added.

You were sceptical. Who was he? “Yeri, this is kind of weird for me you kn-“

“Just please?” she begged making you unable to reject her request.

“Okay… When?” you questioned

“Tonight, 7pm in Santiago it’s a local café just next to Raven’s park” she cut off making you laugh, she appeared almost desperate for you to meet this man.

“Okay, okay I’ll meet him” you said as you excused yourself before you were late to work. You work as an accountant. You deal with complex transactions that take a significant focus of your mind, respond to client emails and answer calls with occasional meetings throughout the week. You didn’t mind your job much.

At 6pm, you attempted to tidy up your desk and put files into place before turning off the light of your office in order to leave, not forgetting the favour you owned your neighbour. In all honestly, you never enjoyed meeting new people just like Taehyung, and grew anxious, maybe that’s why she told you to do this favour you thought, maybe she picked onto your bad habits. You chose not to dive too much into it and just try to be your normal self.

You know you found the right place when you spotted the baby blue café, right next to the park as Yeri described. It was near to 7 and decided to walk in and find a table. The place was cozy and small, it had only a few people and it smelt of the amazing scent of coffee. As you were approaching a table, a man appeared your age tapped your back.

“Are you Y/N?” he asks shyly.

“Ah yes! You must be Jungkook” you replied, “Sorry was I late?” You asked awkwardly.

“No… No not at all” he smiled, “I found us a table there, it much warmer”.

“Sure” You nodded before walking to the table and settling into a chair the faced his.

“Here you go, this is the menu choose what you’d like to drink.” He spoke before adding “Although I do recommend their caramel chai latte, I’ve tried everything here and nothing seems to beat it” he grinned.

“Alright then, one caramel chai latte” you smiled back.

“Great choice” he said before walking up to order for the both of you.

He returned with two of your drinks, handing one on your side of the table before taking his seat again.

“I take it you were told by Yeri to meet me, correct?” he proceeded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I have” you replied, “She didn’t tell me why though” you confessed.

“Oh” his expression changed “I guess this makes it a little bit awkward, isn’t it?”

“Slightly, yeah” you laughed before taking a sip to try and dissolve the heavy air.

“Okay tell you what, how about we get to know each other?” he proposed.

You both finished your cups of coffee while learning more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, he learned about most of your life which included where you grew up, your age, your work and Taehyung, while he told you about his. He was a good guy, handsome and had the most charming bunny smile and you enjoyed his company. You knew it was getting late when you received a call from Taehyung.

“Hey baby? Where are you?” he spoke from the other side of the phone.

“Ah Taehyung! I’m with a friend” you said biting the inside of your cheek to prevent your mouth from cracking a smile as you see Jungkook smirk at the title you had so quickly given him.

“Friend? Who?” your boyfriend asked.

“Jungkook, he’s a friend I met today” you told him

“A guy? Y/N be careful of meeting guys you don’t know late at night” he sounded worried making you smile at his unnecessary worry.

“Don’t worry, he’s a good guy” you nodded at your own words “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” you told him before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, before returning your attention to the man in front of you.  

“Is it okay if I borrow your phone?” he asked hesitantly. “My battery died as I was playing some stupid games on my phone and I need to call somebody, if that’s okay?”

“Sure” you said before handing him his phone.

You watched him dial whoever he wanted to call and heard a short conversation, before distracting yourself by looking outside at the by-passers.  

“Thank you” you were interrupted by the words of the man in front of you, returning your attention to him once again.

“It’s okay” you said shyly.

“Actually, Y/N” he spoke quietly “I need to be honest with you” he said instilling anxiousness that dissipated when you thought he had been honest with you all along.

“What is it?” you asked as your eyes shakily looked into his, mentally preparing yourself for multiple scenarios running through your head.

“I`m- I’m a psychologist” he said making you laugh.

“Psychologist? So?” you laughed in confusion.

“No Y/N… Yer-… I’m meeting with you today because I am a psychologist, I’m a mental health counsellor”

“Excuse me?” you said confused.

“Why are you coming to meet me as a… wait, what?” you asked astonished.

“I know, this, Yeri told me about you. She told me you needed my help” he said carefully, trying to not hurt you with his choice of words.

“I don’t need your help” you said as you got up angrily, how dare she ask you to meet a counsellor, did she think you were crazy? So many thoughts ran in your mind making you grow angrier.

“Y/N please! Listen to me” he called out as you walked away, making him walk after you.

“Let me explain okay? Please?” he said and you had no reason to be angry with him, he didn’t lie about who he is and you didn’t want to go back home confused on why the hell they think you’re crazy.

“Let’s go to a quieter place? The park?” he suggested and you nodded, he didn’t seem like a person who would try to do anything to you and you trusted him.

As you walked in the park, you spotted a free chair where you both can talk.

“Let’s sit here, shall we?” he said as he sat down.

“I know this is going to be hard to hear” he looked up at you “Please sit down” he asked while glancing a worried look at you before looking down to the floor. You sit down warily.

“Like I said… Yeri called me a while ago and sh-she told me you needed my help. I didn’t know what she meant but she told me you-“ he looked at me “You… You’re not okay.” He sighed, and you were more confused.

“Jungkook-“

“Let me finish okay? I just don’t want to shock you… I’ve been following you around for a while thinking you were a danger to yourself like many of my other patients, I didn’t know what was ‘wrong’ with you because you seemed fine”

“Yeah, that’s because I am fine. I’m not crazy” you laughed.

“No, no y/n… You’re not okay” he replied sternly cutting your laughter short before you erupted into more laughter.

“Okay, okay… So what? I’m crazy?” you laughed more

“Y/N, I know this is hard to hear I’ve seen the way people react to my diagnosis but they all expected something to be wrong with them, which is why they come to my office. But you, you don’t even know that there’s something wrong and for me to break it down to you is hard for me too” he sighed again.

“What’s wrong with me then?” you asked looking at him carefully.

“You’re schizophrenic.” He said while maintaining an intense eye contact.

You analysed him carefully, looking for the smallest sign that can give away the big fat prank he’s trying to make on you. There were none. What the hell is he talking about?! You tried to keep your mouth shut and refrain yourself from erupting into another fit of laughter, but you failed and laughed hysterically.

“Sorry to break it down to you Jungkook but I’m not hallucinating shadows or hearing unordinary noise but I appreciate the talk.” you said as you were getting up only to catch his hand around your wrist pulling you back into your position.

“Please listen to me, I’m not finished talking” he said “I promise I’ll prove It but don’t make it hard on me to do that” he sighed for the third time.

“Give me your phone” he instructed,

“Why? To let Yeri know that her neighbour isn’t the crazy bitch she thought she is?”

“No Y/N, let me prove it to you” he said

“Fine” you said as you handed him the phone “Prove it” you challenged him.

You saw his finger ghost the screen before he clicked onto the contacts and clicking on ‘Love’ which was what you saved Taehyung as on your phone. You were so confused, how is he going to prove you were crazy by calling Taehyung? Only then it hits you.

“The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please try again” What the hell? This is Taehyung’s phone number?!

“What the fuck?” you questioned before snatching the phone to see if the phone number was the one you recognised as Taehyung’s and it was. What the hell is going on? Why is his phone number not recognised? He only called you minutes ago!

“Look, see… I’m so sorry Y/N” Jungkook spoke slowly before shattering your heart into pieces with what he claimed next “Taehyung isn’t real Y/N”.

“What?! What do you mean?!” you panicked “I’ve known him for years Jungkook, how dare you even say that?! This isn’t funny” you tried to get up again.

“I know I told you it’ll be hard to hear, but if I was lying why is his phone number not being recognised?! Forget that, why is his phone number not on your recent call list? He never called you! You were hallucinating it!” he tried to explain but you only grew more furious.

“Don’t you dare tell me who Taehyung is, I don’t even know you don’t you dare pretend you know me let alone him!” you shouted before running away. What the hell is happening?! You were heartbroken by the fact that someone told you the man of your life was just an imagination, that’s not possible! You see him, you hear him and most importantly you can feel him! How can he claim such thing.

Deep inside, you were panicked, what if he was right? You needed to confirm this! You need to return to Taehyung and ask him about this whole entire nonsense” You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Jungkook was behind you, calling out your name while trying to keep your pace.

You reached the familiar tall building and hurried up the stairs. When you reached your familiar door, you were praying silently that it was locked, that there’s a smallest of a confirmation that Taehyung is here. But like Yeri told you, it was unlocked, just like you left it.

“Taehyung?!” you called out frantically as you pushed the door open. “Taehyung?! Where are you” you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby?” he said as he hurried from the door frame you always seemed to find him where you returned from home.

“Thank God! Taehyung you won’t believe this, a man I met said yo-“

“Y/N!” Jungkook called out to you at your door way.

“See?! He’s real Jungkook! He’s right here” you pointed at him.

“Y/N… I don’t see him…Please just list-“ Jungkook said as he held onto your arm.

“Don’t touch me! Stop lying! Taehyung please tell him I’m not crazy! You’re right here!!!” You shouted as tears fell down your cheeks as you saw a defeated Taehyung.

“I’m sorry baby…” he said while approaching you. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?! What does this mean?!” you were torn apart, not knowing why he was apologising broke you because you knew something was wrong.

“Because… I’m not real…” he said as you witnessed tears running down his cheeks too, he looked exactly like you, then everything clocked. You were looking at another version of yourself, someone that knew you well, someone that had gave you everything you wanted without asking for it, someone that was too perfect to be true.

You couldn’t handle the shake in your legs and fell onto your knees, you were defeated. Life as you know it was over. You had been living in your own lies and delusions, how were you to live? You didn’t know life without him. You were broken as more evidence of your delusions hit you one by one. The unlocked door, the none opened messages you send him, the marks of love that you saw on him but not on you. It all made sense, and you wish it didn’t. You will never be able to move on from this. How do you accept that he isn’t real? That your love isn’t real?

The last thing you heard before darkness invaded your vision was Jungkook saying “I got you, you’re going to be okay”.

This was one of the HOTTEST things I've ever read???????? Oh my gosh it's so SO good I'm just- y'know what? You knew what you were doing?!!!! Taehyung's really starting to get that kind of buff and delicious and hot and everything I just couldn't stop thinking about him. TYSM for writing!!!

work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

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CUTE!!!!

pink | kth x reader

prompt: kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: friends to lovers, fluff wc: 511 words rating: NC-17 warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption a/n: third one is here! i’ll be taking a break from drabble posting next friday so i hope everyone enjoys this!

“So if someone tells you that pigs can fly, you’ll believe them?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and fell back against the cushions dramatically. 

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