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if you love him

Summary: Taehyung knows neither you, nor Namjoon would cheat behind his back, but he can’t help but feel insecure because of how much time you’re spending with the leader.

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.4k

As you step into the airport terminal, your eyes immediately scan the crowd for your boyfriend, Taehyung. You had just arrived in Seoul, but your Korean wasn’t the best so you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

You had met Taehyung a couple of years ago when he was on tour in America. He spent every minute he possibly could with you before he had to leave, and once he was back in Korea, he continued to text and video call you almost every day. 

Most of your video calls were interrupted by the other members, which you didn’t mind because they never failed to make you laugh. But sometimes Taehyung just wanted to talk to you, so he would often call you late at night when everyone else was already asleep.

Since then, you attended every performance they had in America until you two were finally ready to take the next step: moving in together.

Ever since you met Taehyung, you’ve been studying Korean to hopefully communicate with him better and prepare for your future together. His English was still better than your Korean though, so most of the time you guys spoke in English.

You could speak quite well in Korean now, but sometimes it was still hard to find the right words.

You start to panic a little when you’re unable to spot Taehyung in the crowd, but then you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. As soon as his familiar scent hits you, you relax in his arms.

You turn around to find him wearing a mask and hat to cover his face. He pulls his mask down as he looks at you.

“You made it,” he says with a smile. You smile back before nodding and hugging him back tightly.

“I missed you,” you say as you smile into his chest. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest as he says, “I missed you too,” and places a kiss on top of your head.

“Let’s go home?” he asks you as he pulls his mask back up. “All the boys are excited to see you.”

You just nod excitedly at him.

He takes your bags in one hand and your hand in the other as he leads you to the car. Once you’re in the back of the car, you stare out the window, taking in the new environment.

You turn to look at Taehyung when you feel his hand on your thigh.

“I know you just got here,” he starts, “But I really want you to meet my parents so I invited them for dinner this Sunday.”

You smile widely before you shake your head, “No no it’s okay! I’d love to meet them! I know how much you love them so I brought some gifts for them as well as the boys!” You beam brightly at him before you turn back to the window.

He smiles warmly as he stares at you with pure love and adoration. He was a very family oriented guy, so he couldn’t be more thankful that you loved and cared for all of his family.

Once you arrive at the apartment, you’re surrounded by all the members as soon as Taehyung opens the door.

“Y/n!”

“You’re here!”

“We missed you!”

You laugh happily, enjoying the warm welcome. You hug all of them and give each one a gift, starting from the oldest.

“Your gifts are so much better than Tae’s! He just gives us stuff with his face on it!” Jin yells as he points at Taehyung accusingly. You just laugh as you turn to Yoongi.

“Ah, thank you,” he says with a shy smile as you hand him a gift. You smile back before moving on to J-Hope.

He claps excitedly as you take his gift out. Once you hand it to him, he jumps in excitement and spins around happily. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You can’t help but laugh. He reminded you of a child opening his Christmas gift.

You hand Namjoon his gift, and he smiles at you as he accepts the gift. “You didn’t have to, you know,” he says.

“It’s okay! I don’t mind, really,” you insist. You really didn’t mind, they take such good care of Taehyung and they were so kind to you, you just wanted to show your appreciation.

Jimin excitedly opens the gift you gave him, and when he sees what it is, he holds his arms out for you. “Come here,” he says with a wide grin before he pulls you into a hug. 

You smile and pat Jimin’s back as you pull away to give Jungkook his gift. When he opens it, he smiles his bunny smile. “Thank you y/n!” he says before picking you up and spinning you around. You laugh happily as he lifts you into the air.

Taehyung smiles, watching you interact with all of the members. It warmed his heart that you cared for all the members since they were like brothers to him.

He moves to stand next to you once Jungkook puts you down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Welcome home love,” he says before placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you for the gifts y/n!” They say altogether.

You way your hands in front of you with a smile. “No problem! I hope you like them,” you say brightly.

“Have you eaten yet? You must be hungry from the long trip,” Jin asks. You simply shake your head.

“You can go sort your stuff out while we cook dinner,” Namjoon says while motioning towards Taehyung’s room.

You nod in thanks before Taehyung leads you to the bedroom. 

“Wah,” you let out as you look around the room. “I can’t believe I’ve been looking at this room through a screen for two years and now I’m finally here.”

Taehyung hugs you from behind, smiling into your hair. “You’re finally here,” he repeats. It still didn’t feel real to either of you, but you would take it one step at a time.

“Let’s get started!” you say happily.

By the time you guys finish putting all your things away, the food is ready and the table is already set. Jungkook is sent to call you and Taehyung for dinner, and you three end up racing back to the dining room. 

“I win!” you exclaim happily as you’re the first to reach the table, Jungkook and Taehyung following closely behind.

“Hey! No running in the house!” Jin scolds you three with a spoon in his hand and a hand on his hip. You stifle a laugh, thinking he looked like a mom.

“Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly before taking a seat.

Dinner is filled with lots of laughter as you take the opportunity to catch up with everyone. 

Jungkook is sure to fill you in on every embarrassing story you missed, complete with all his imitations and reenactments of each member. By the time you finish your dinner, your stomach hurts from laughing too much.

Once everyone is finished, you volunteer to do the dishes along with Jimin. Of course you were close with all the boys, but you were especially close with Jimin because he was Taehyung’s best friend. 

While you two are washing and putting away dishes, you look over to him and ask, “Do Tae’s parents speak English?”

Jimin takes a moment to think before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. I think they can understand some but I’m not sure if they can really speak English. Why?”

You turn back to the dishes, “Taehyung planned a dinner on Sunday with his parents. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to communicate with them,” you say with a frown.

He ruffles your hair, “Don’t worry about it too much, you’ll be fine.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“Do you think Namjoon could help me with my Korean?” you think out loud.

“That’s a great idea!” Jimin says enthusiastically. “I’m sure he’d be happy to help you,” he says as he continues to put the dishes away.

Taehyung is in the shower when you and Jimin finish the dishes, so you decide to put your plan into action.

You go to knock on the door of Namjoon’s room, and he opens it with a smile.

“Y/n? What’s up?” he asks.

“I have a favour to ask of you,” you say.

He opens the door wider for you, “Sure, come in.”

You walk into his room and sit on the bed as you start to explain. “Taehyung’s parents are going to be coming this Sunday for dinner,” you start. 

He nods to let you know he’s listening.

“Do you think you could help me with my Korean a little bit? I want to be able to communicate with them better, and I want to surprise Tae,” you say with a shy smile.

Your request warms his heart. He’s glad that Taehyung has found someone as sweet and caring as you. 

“Of course! I’d be happy to help you,” he says.

Unable to contain your excitement, you jump up from the bed and onto Namjoon, clinging onto him like a koala.

“Thank you so much!” you say.

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you to steady you. “No problem. We’ll get started as soon as possible,” he says.

You nod excitedly as he puts you down.

Little did you know Taehyung had just come out from the bathroom and had peeked through the doorway when he heard your voice. He didn’t hear anything about what you two were talking about, he just saw you hugging Namjoon.

He trusted you both, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

From further down the hall, Jimin spots Taehyung standing outside of Namjoon’s room. He calls Taehyung over, hoping that he didn’t hear anything about the surprise.

Over the course of your first week in Korea, the boys took you around the city whenever they had free time. You went hiking to see the sunset, did karaoke, and of course, went shopping. It was honestly the most fun week of your life, and this was just the beginning of your future with Taehyung.

But to Taehyung, it seemed impossible to spend some time alone with you. Every time you guys got home, you, and sometimes Jimin too would disappear into Namjoon’s room until late at night. Oftentimes you would fall asleep and Namjoon or Jimin would end up carrying you to your bedroom.

You were so focused on learning that you didn’t notice you were neglecting Taehyung.

He knows both you and Namjoon would never do anything behind his back, but the amount of time you were spending together was suspicious. You were spending more time with Namjoon than him at this point.

He couldn’t blame you if you fell in love with Namjoon. He was the perfect guy. Smart, funny, and reliable. Most importantly, he could speak English.

What if you wanted a guy that you could speak English fluently?

Taehyung’s insecurities got the best of him as he continued to watch you interact with Namjoon throughout the week, and he was about to reach his breaking point.

You guys had gone out to eat dinner on Friday night, and you all just arrived back home. Taehyung was seated on the couch, so you plopped yourself down next to him.

“I’m so excited for Sunday!” you exclaim. “Do you think your parents will like the gifts? What should we make for dinner?” you ask as you sit on the couch next to Taehyung.

“Actually,” he clears his throat. “About Sunday, I cancelled the dinner.”

Your smile falters as you fail to hide your shock and disappointment. 

“What? Why?” you ask confused. 

Normally, you would cringe at your terrible attempt at hiding your disappointment, but you just couldn’t hide it this time. You’d spent all week preparing for the dinner and it felt like all your late nights of studying were for nothing.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet my parents anymore,” he answers.

Everyone freezes when they hear Taehyung’s answer. He always talked about how he knew his parents would love you. So why did he suddenly change his mind?

Your brows furrow as you ask, “What are you saying Tae?”

He stares at you with a cold glare. “I know what’s going on between you two,” he says as he motions towards you and Namjoon.

You panic for a second, thinking he knew about the surprise, but you realize that if he knew the real reason why you were spending time with Namjoon, he wouldn’t be reacting this way.

Meanwhile, everyone else is looking between you, Taehyung and Namjoon, trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Tae, what are you talking about?” you tilt your head in confusion.

Jimin glanced worriedly at you, knowing exactly what his best friend was thinking.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he answers coldly.

“Tae, please, I don’t understand,” you plead desperately. You move to place your hand on his shoulder when he suddenly stands from his seat on the couch. 

“If you love him, why are you still here?!” he spits out harshly.

You reel back, hurt from the tone and volume of voice.

He scoffs at you while turning his back to you. He takes a deep breath, before he says,

“Let’s break up.”

Your heart shatters as soon as those words leave his lips. And you can’t hold back your tears anymore. Everything was going so well. You were happy, and you thought Taehyung was too. You just moved to Korea so you could live with him and you were about to meet his parents. 

So why?

“Tae, you need to calm down. Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Jimin says as he tries to knock some sense into Taehyung.

Calming down a little bit, Taehyung turns around to look at you, and his heart breaks at the sight of you crying on the couch. 

Even if you didn’t love him, he couldn’t deny it; he loved you. 

He wanted to reach out and comfort you, but the damage had been done. He stares at the floor, feeling helpless when he can do nothing but listen to your broken-hearted cries.

Seeing the conflict in his best friend’s eyes, Jimin sits down next to you. He whispers comforting words into your ear as he gently helps you up and leads you into your bedroom to calm you down.

As soon as you Jimin closes the door, you collapse on the bed, curling up into a ball and crying into your pillow. Jimin looks at you sadly before taking a seat next to you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“You know, Tae loves you so much,” he starts softly. “So much that sometimes he doesn’t feel like he’s enough for you.”

Still hiding your face in the pillow, you nod to let Jimin know you were still listening.

“But I can tell you love him just as much, and I know you guys were meant for each other. You guys will get through this,” he tells you.

The room is filled with silence, except for your hiccups and sniffles, as you hope that this isn’t the end for you and Taehyung.

Once you’ve left the room, they all stand silently in the living room, tension heavy between Namjoon and Taehyung.

Namjoon breaks the silence, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair. “I know this is something that y/n should be telling you, but just so you know, she truly loves you and only you.” 

Taehyung looks up at Namjoon as he continues speaking, “She asked me to help her with her Korean. She wanted to be able to communicate better with your parents and she wanted to surprise you.”

As he processes Namjoon’s words, Taehyung feels nothing but guilt and regret. He knew neither you nor Namjoon would do such a thing, but he let his own insecurities get the best of him.

He falls back on the couch, head hanging in shame. “I’m so sorry Namjoon Hyung,” he starts, “I don’t know what came over me. I just-” A hand on his shoulder halts his words.

He looks up to find Namjoon standing in front of him, an understanding smile on his face.

“I know, don’t worry. Talk to us if you ever feel like this, okay? We’re here for you,” Namjoon says to him. As he looks around the room, everyone nods in agreement. Their eyes filled with nothing but concern.

Taehyung nods at them as tears form in his eyes, grateful for such understanding friends.

“You should go check on y/n,” Namjoon says he pats Taehyung on the back and motions his head towards your bedroom.

Taehyung nods again and thanks him for understanding before quickly heading to the bedroom, eager to make things right.

He quietly opens the door to find you curled up on the bed, crying into the pillow. Jimin was sitting next to you, trying his best to comfort you and calm you down.

When Jimin hears the door open, he turns to look at Taehyung. They exchange knowing glances before Jimin gets up from the bed to leave the room, patting Taehyung on the shoulder before closing the door behind him.

His heart aches as he stares at you. He hated seeing you cry, especially when he knew he was the cause of your tears.

He takes Jimin’s place on the bed and gently strokes your hair. You flinch at his touch, just crying harder into the pillow.

“Y/n,” he calls out softly. “Please look at me.”

Trying to calm yourself down, you take a few deep breaths before pulling away from the pillow and looking up at Taehyung.

He smiles apologetically at you before he moves to gently wipe away your tears. He then pulls you into his lap, holding you close and taking in your comforting scent as he carefully forms his next words.

“I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just so scared of losing you,” he admits. 

“Namjoon Hyung is such a great guy-they all are-so I wouldn’t blame you if you fell for any of them.” His voice gets watery as he gets emotional, “I just love you so much and I don’t want to lose you.”

You run your hands through his hair to comfort him as you whisper back, “I love you too Tae, and only you. But I don’t want you to go through anything alone. If you ever feel this way ever again, please talk to me or any of them. We all love you.”

“And I’ve been trying to learn Korean for you, so don’t worry about you’re English. Let me do something for you for once,” you tell him with a small smile.

He nods as he pulls you closer, hugging so tight like you’d disappear if he let go.

“Namjoon Hyung told me about your Korean lessons. I’m sorry I ruined the surprise,” he says with a pout.

You pull away to look Taehyung in the eye as you smile at him, “It’s okay Tae,” you tell him.

“But it’s not,” he whines. You laugh at his adorable face.

“Can your parents still come for dinner on Sunday? I’d really love to meet them,” you ask.

He smiles and nods at you, “Of course. They were really looking forward to meeting you, you know. When I cancelled the dinner they yelled at me.” He laughs as he recalls the phone call with his parents.

You laugh along with him before you gently take his face in your hands.

You stare deeply into his eyes as you tell him, “I love you Kim Taehyung, and only you. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” he stares back at you as he leans his forehead against yours.

“And I love you too. Thank you for always caring for me and my family,” he says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

Little did you know, right outside the bedroom door, all six of the members were crowded against the door, cooing at how adorable you guys were. They all let out a breath of relief knowing that everything was going to be okay between you two.

you flinch during an argument

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

<series masterlist>

Approaching your boyfriend’s door, you struggle to balance the tray of food in your other hand. Taehyung has been in his room playing video games since you woke up this morning and he hasn’t come out of his room all day, so you decided to bring him lunch as well as a glass of water. 

When you receive no answer from him after knocking, you open the door yourself and poke your head inside. “Tae?” you call out, but he can’t hear you over his headset. When he doesn’t respond or show any signs that he knows you’re there, you walk up to where he’s seated on the floor in front of the television screen and tap him on the shoulder to grab his attention.

Taehyung practically jumps out of his skin, the controller slipping from his grip as it falls to the floor. You didn’t mean to startle him, he was just so focused on winning the game that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. The sound of his character dying can be heard through his headphones as GAME OVER in large letters flashes across the screen. 

You’re about to apologize for scaring him when he whips around to glare at you with fire in his eyes. “I thought I told you not to bother me when I’m gaming!” he roars at you, his raging voice booming so loudly you swear you can feel the whole house shake. You flinch at the volume of his voice, dropping the tray in your hand along with his plate of food and the glass of water. You try to catch it in mid air but you fail to do so, cringing as it all loudly crashes into the floor.

“I-I’m sorry I-” you scramble to apologize but he doesn’t even give you the chance. “You can’t do anything right!” he exclaims, taking his anger and frustrations out on you. Your heart shatters into pieces just as the glass of water did when it hit the floor. His hurtful words and angry expression engraving themselves in your mind. 

He would never say such harsh words or raise his voice at you, but he had stayed up the whole night playing video games and the lack of sleep wasn’t allowing him to think straight.

You quickly drop to your knees, picking up the broken pieces of glass and ceramic laying on the floor. You knew it was unsafe, but you wanted to clean it up and get out of there as soon as possible before you burst into tears. But in your careless and frantic effort to pick up all the glass with your vision clouded by your unshed tears, you didn’t notice the especially sharp and jagged edge of a large piece of glass.

Taehyung’s brought back to his senses when he hears you hiss in pain, and he looks down to find you clutching your hand in pain as blood drips down from your finger.  His heart aches at the sight of you in pain, especially when he knows it was because of him. He curses himself for being so blinded by his rage, only now noticing how you were trembling because you were afraid of him.

He crouches down in front of you, gently wrapping his hands around your wrists to stop you from picking up the glass. You look up at him with watery eyes, afraid he was going to yell at you again. But when you meet his eyes, they’re only filled with concern for you. “Y/n!” he exclaims, this time in worry instead of anger. “What were you thinking? That’s dangerous!” he gently scolds you as he looks over you for any more injuries.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper out sadly, but he just shakes his head at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry, okay?” he assures you with a guilty smile. He pulls you to stand up, leading you around the broken glass on the floor and guiding you into the bathroom. “Sit here,” he tells you as he searches through the cabinets for the first aid kit. You take a seat on the counter, being mindful of your injured hand as you watch him look around the bathroom.

He lets out a noise of exclamation when he finds it, placing it on the counter next to you and opening it up. “Can I see your hand?” he asks softly as he holds his hand out. You nod as you place your hand in his much larger one where he inspects it for any more small pieces of glass. When he finds nothing, he gently wipes and cleans your finger before wrapping a bandaid around it. 

But he doesn’t let go of your hand even after he finishes treating your cut. Instead, he brings it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on the tip of your finger as he stares at you with big, puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry y/n,” he pouts sadly at you as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, and now you’re hurt because of me.”

You use your uninjured hand to cup his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek to comfort him. “It’s okay Tae, it’s not your fault. And it’s just a cut, I’ll be fine,” you tell him with a kind smile. Taehyung could look extremely scary and intimidating, but you know he’s just a big baby with the biggest heart. “I didn’t mean what I said. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just tired because I stayed up all night gaming,” he confesses.

“Tae,” you say with a frown, not too excited to hear about how he’s been pulling all nighters to play video games. “I just lost track of time,” he whines. “But it’s okay, I have you to remind me, right?” he says cheekily, giving you one of his signature boxy smiles. “But I thought you said not to bother you when you’re playing games,” you mumble confused with a small pout.

“I didn’t mean that either,” he says with an adorable giggle, “Maybe I can teach you how to play?” he suggests. “I’d like that,” you tell him with a small smile. “Okay!” he cheers, raising his fist in victory. He pulls you off the counter, dragging you back into the gaming room. “But aren’t you hungry or tired?” you wonder, surprised by how much energy he still seems to have. “And what about the glass?” you ask as he just steps around the mess on the floor. “We can do all that later,” he waves off all your worries off with a grin.

Taking a seat on the floor in front of the television screen, he pulls you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he plays with you encircled in his arms. He happily explains the game and the controls to you, letting you have a try even though you failed horribly, but it made the both of you laugh. He always hated it when anyone bothered him while he was playing video games, but if it was you, he didn’t mind.

he forgets your birthday

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

<series masterlist>

tag list: @awinkies @wedarkacademia

Humming while you clean around the house, you smile to yourself as you think about all the plans you had for today. Taehyung has been so busy with work lately but today was your birthday and although you didn’t expect anything special, he always made sure to at least spend some time with you on your special day.

You had planned on just going out to a restaurant for dinner and maybe walking around the park before coming back home. You were so excited to see him that you busied yourself doing chores around the house to make time pass by faster. 

Saying that Taehyung was busy at work would be an understatement. BTS’ schedule was so packed and hectic that he couldn’t even think straight, let alone remember what day of the week it was. Finally getting a moment to breathe, he sends you a quick text asking you to make dinner tonight. He was beyond exhausted and as soon as he got home, he just wanted to eat, take a shower and sleep.

“I’m home,” Taehyung announces as the front door closes behind him, letting out an exhausted but relieved sigh as he kicks his shoes off and walks into the house. “I’m in the kitchen!” you call out to him. Walking into the kitchen he finds you seated at the kitchen counter. “What’s for dinner?” he asks as he places his bag down.

“Actually, I didn’t cook anything for dinner,” you tell him cryptically, wanting to surprise him with the reservations you made. “I thought I asked you to make dinner,” he says darkly. “Yes but I was hoping we could go out for dinner tonight?” you suggest, slightly confused by his tone, “I already made the reservations. It doesn’t have to be anything special just-”

“I don’t want to go to a restaurant! I’m tired from working all day and you can’t even do the one thing I asked you to!” he harshly berates you. You shrink under his gaze as your heart sinks to your stomach. Taehyung would never yell at you like this, especially not on your birthday. He couldn’t have forgotten, right? 

You wanted to cry, you could already feel the tears building up in your eyes, but you tried to hold them back. “I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly, all your energy and excitement suddenly gone from your body. In just a few seconds all your plans had been crushed and your day, ultimately ruined.

With your head down in disappointment and shame, you brush past him into the bedroom, wanting to be alone. You were so excited for today. What had gone wrong? Curling into yourself on the bed, you cry into your pillow as you feel how no one should ever feel on their birthday: lonely and brokenhearted.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Taehyung angrily searches through the kitchen cabinets for something to eat. Finding a pack of instant ramen noodles, he fills the container with hot water, impatiently waiting for his food to cook. He had already been in a rotten mood prior to returning home and your little argument only spoiled his mood further.

He barely had the energy to come home to eat, let alone go out to a restaurant for dinner. You knew how busy he’s been recently, so why did you want to go out today? Grabbing his cup noodles, he takes it into the living room to eat and halfway through the bowl, he gets a call from Namjoon.

“Yes?” he answers grumpily, not in the mood to talk. “Woah, is everything alright?” Namjoon asks at Taehyung’s tone. He simply grunts into the phone, putting it on speaker mode and placing it on the coffee table so he can continue eating. “I’m just calling to let you know that you can come in late tomorrow,” the leader tells him. 

Taehyung lets out a muffled “Why?” with a mouth full of food, confused as to why he was being given some time off, although it was greatly needed. “Since we ended up working super late today I’m sure you must want to spend more time with y/n,” Namjoon answers, further confusing Taehyung. They’ve worked late many times before, what was so special about today? 

“You must be celebrating with her right now so I’ll let you go. Tell y/n I say ‘Happy Birthday!’“ he calls into the phone before hanging up. Taehyung chokes on his food as soon as he hears the word ‘birthday’ and he scrambles to pull his phone away from his ear.

As the call ends and Namjoon’s contact photo disappears from the screen, he reads the date on his lock screen. It was your birthday. That was why you were so excited to go out today. How could he have forgotten? And on top of forgetting, he yelled at you and made you feel terrible on the day that was supposed to be about celebrating you.

Making his way to the bedroom, Taehyung pauses with his hand on the doorknob. He can hear your sniffles from outside the door and he knows a simple apology isn’t enough, he needs to make it up to you. And after making a few phone calls, he finally returns to the bedroom, softly knocking on the door before letting himself inside.

At the sound of the door opening, your whole body tenses and you shut your eyes tightly, hoping that if you pretend you’re asleep, you can avoid another fight. You didn’t think you could handle it today. But you’re pretending only gets you so far before he’s gently shaking your shoulder, forcing you to open your eyes and face him.

“Hey,” he smiles down guiltily at you as soon as your eyes open and focus on his face. You stare up at him nervously, your eyes darting all over his face as you search for any traces of anger. Your anxiousness only makes Taehyung feel more guilty, gently reaching out to calm you down. “I’m sorry I forgot. We’ve been so busy at work and I know it’s no excuse but I completely lost track of time,” he admits, ashamed of how much he let work take over his life.

The sad and guilty look on his face makes your heart soften and you place your hand over his. “It’s okay Tae. I know how busy you guys are-” you try to assure him but he stubbornly refuses. “But it’s not okay!” he insists, his anger from before now directed at himself. You feel your heart breaking at the sight of Taehyung beating himself up over something that was out of his control.

“I took all of tomorrow off, and I called the restaurant you reserved and made new reservations for tomorrow,” he tells you, “I know I really messed up, but please let me make it up to you.” You can’t resist him when he gives you puppy dog eyes, but you weren’t planning on denying him anyway. “I’d like that,” you say softly as you give him a close eyed smile, looking forward to spending all of tomorrow with him.

Jump.

Here is a little excerpt of what I have in my drafts, consider this as a teaser or a drabble with an open ending, if you will. But hopefully, I will finish it, because Haikyuu and Taehyung are the loves of my life. (I don't know shit bout volleyball irl). Enjoy!

Character: Kim Taehyung (x reader) Words: 455 Genre: slice of life, sporty (is this even a genre), future angst Summary: Taehyung's passion for volleyball is really something to admire. But something broke his heart, and it forever sticks to him and his volleyball.

This feels good. 

Everything feels right. Right at this moment, the court and the ball are his friends. All the time spent for the team’s practice is not in vain. He remains cool-headed and it is as if everything is moving in slow motion. The scream and shouts of the watchers are drowned out from his ears by his sheer focus. 

As he waits for the whistle, he inhales a breath. He watches the ball float in the air after he launches it. He runs, jumps, and hits. It’s only a matter of seconds before their victory, and it’s all in his hands, quite literally. The ball moves in the air for only two seconds. Two seconds, too short. Too much for the opposing team that has no hopes from the very beginning. It is a sad thought, but should it matter?

A loud thump echoes in the massive court. A whistle is blown. Another one, longer, follows. The victory is theirs. 

People who are watching soon pump their fists in the air as they cheer for the team’s victory while the other’s heads are hung low. Having already felt it ever since the ball was in his hands, their win doesn’t come as a surprise. He has expected everything. He could feel the opponent cower under pressure. They watch him with envy as his teammates jump on him excitedly, celebrating their first win and more to come.

“You did it!” exclaims Jungkook. With a relieved exhale, Taehyung replies, smirking, more to his teammates than only to Jungkook, “we did it.”

Most of the time, people don’t spare a passing glance to the losing team. Yet there is always something that glues his feet to the ground whenever he and his team wins. He watches the dejection on their faces. He is always on the winning team, but when he loses, he feels hopeless. He lets the weight of the failure drown him until there’s nothing else he can see besides the loss. 

“Come on,” Jungkook puts a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and ushers him to stand in line. He wants to meet the eyes of his opponent that lost, but he can’t bring himself to do it. On one side, the victory turned him euphoric, on the other, it scares him that they would hate him.

The celebration doesn’t stop, it only roars louder when they face their supporters. His eyes roam the seats, trying to find something, someone, that isn’t there. His euphoric state dies little by little. The joy becomes saturated with the feeling of loss. He curses that he lost something else he loved in something he has always loved. He and his teammates bow in appreciation to the courage given by their supporters.

Idle.

Characters: Taehyung (x reader) Words: 415

It was an empty promise. He knew that. Yet, in that station is where he stands. Everyday, on the same date she left, six times in total, counting how many years it has been. He prays with his hands inside his pocket that one of the people that rush out of the train would be her. He misses the eyes that would crinkle whenever they both laugh at her stupid jokes. The words echo in his mind like a broken alarm. 

“I’ll be back.” 

Other than the people around him keep scolding him to move on, he has no reason to let go of that promise. He has always believed that she would never go back on her words. He had stopped whining about how much he misses her when his world got murky. The reality of her absence keeps sinking deeper in his realization. 

Today marks the seventh year since she left. He promised himself to finally get a grip and move on from his immature, adolescent love. He braces himself for another disappointment, but years waiting and uncertainty has left him suffocated and jaded. Empty love is the only thing that’s left. He knows that, but everytime he convinces himself that he’s ready, a sharp pain in his chest turns into a hammer that nails his feet to the ground.

The horn blares and soon the heavy gust of wind hits him, he can’t help the force pushing him back. He feels that there is something in the air today. He tastes it on his tongue when his mouth drops open when he exhales a little bit of breath he was holding. It was a familiar taste of parting and farewell. A rush of emotions swirls in his chest as it’s getting too uncomfortable to bear. 

“It won’t happen.”

“I should just go.”

“Before another disappointment.”

His body acts faster than his mind could. With home as his final destination in mind, his feet subconsciously brings him closer to the exit before all the passengers rush out the train. What he thought was the smell of farewell turns out to be the opposite: a reunion. It all clicks in his brain when it immediately recognizes the figure that’s staring right back into his eyes. They no longer hold the same anguish he could never forget the day she slips out of his fingers. The hustle and bustle drowns out the voice she lets out of her mouth, but he can always tell.

“Taehyung?”

Knives (TH x Reader feat JK)

Edit June 2020: So this started out as a oneshot that I turned into a series, but I’ve now changed it back onto a oneshot. Discontinuing a story always sucks, but since this was originally a one-off, I thought I would just return it to it’s original glory. Sorry to anyone who was enjoying the series :(

A/N: This request is so long overdue that I feel bad but I think it’s worth the wait?? When I started the story I thought it was mediocre, but I fell in love with it once I sat down to try and finish it. Please cry with me.

Request: Can you do a fanfic where you and Jungkook are engaged and on your anniversary he cheats with your sister and you go to Tae for comfort?

Summary: It was never a good feeling to realize that someone has been cheating on you, but to find out that it was my sister that he was cheating with was crushing. Thank God for Taehyung, because I wasn’t sure how I would get through this without him.

6.2k words | angst ✞ | fluff ♡

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

My breathing had felt a little irregular today ever since I woke up this morning. It was my anniversary with my fiance; an occasion that was usually happy. I had been with him for four years and engaged to him for one, so nothing should be causing me to feel this anxious.

I just couldn’t forget the unfamiliar smell on his clothes as I was doing our laundry. It was a perfume I didn’t own, but I was surely overreacting. He has a sister who he talks to regularly, as do I. He might have been hanging with one of our sisters or something. Nothing to be worried about.

“Hey,” his voice caused me to jump as I threw his shirt into the laundry, “Don’t forget that tonight you’re supposed to wear the lingerie I got you.”

His arms snaked around my waist as I smelled his familiar cologne. That’s what his shirt should have smelled like. It shouldn’t have smelled like peaches.

“Of course, Kookie,” I smiled and looked back at him. He played with the ring on my finger before pulling his arms from around me. He gave me a short kiss on the lips and turned to head out of the room.

I felt very uneasy for the rest of the day. I was second guessing everything around me; I was doubting his “mandatory meeting” that he said was today. It was the only reason I was spending our anniversary with his friend Taehyung instead of my fiance.

“Peaches, Tae,” I opened the can of Dr. Pepper in my hand before I held it out to him. I had Jungkook’s shirt laying on our coffee table as a skeptical Taehyung sniffed it. “I don’t even like the smell of peaches. This is not from me.”

He just laid the shirt back on the table and took a sip of the can I just handed him. “Do you know who he works with? Any females?”

I swallowed and shrugged, taking a seat next to him. He was giving me a concerned look that made me feel all the more paranoid.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t do that to me. We’re supposed to get married once we agree on a wedding date…” I trailed off as my eyes started to form tears. Everything he’d ever said and done to me was now being analyzed by my brain, and it was too much to handle.

“You know, I’m calling up my sister,” I mumbled as Taehyung patted my leg for comfort. His touch was very reassuring to my furiously beating heart, but my mind was still on fire.

The phone rang several times before she actually picked up. I was just happy she actually picked up the phone. Sometimes when I needed boy advice from her, she was always unavailable.

“Hey Ren!” I tried to sound like I wasn’t freaking out on the inside.

“Hey, Y/N,” she took a deep breath into the phone, “What advice do you need now? If he doesn’t think your moves are sexy by now, he probably never will.”

I tried to laugh off her remark, but she didn’t laugh with me. “I just really need your advice. Jungkook’s shirt from yesterday smells like a peach perfume, but I don’t have anything that smells like that.”

“So you’re paranoid?” now she was laughing, but I didn’t find this funny at all. For the first time in all of our relationship, Jungkook has shown signs of secrecy, and now he smells like another girl.

“It’s not funny, Ren,” I swallowed and looked over to Taehyung. He was smelling the shirt with a fixated look on his face. It was almost like he was figuring something out, which excited me to see.

“Okay, let me ease your suspicions. Jungkook and I ran into each other yesterday and I hugged him. It’s my perfume that you smell.”

“Thank God,” I spoke as her words let me unwind. I felt all my muscles relax at her words as a genuine smile was placed on my face. “I was seriously worried. You know, he’s been very distant with me the past few weeks. It’s good to know he wasn’t doing anything behind my back.”

“Yeah, look Y/N, I’m a little busy with stuff-”

It was then that the sound of a door opening was sent through the phone. Ren hissed something that was hard to figure out as a man’s voice was sent through the receiver.

“Hey Ren, I brought some wine from work-”

Some shushing could be heard coming from my sister as I could feel my muscles go rigid once more. Every fiber of my being was now on edge as my brain tried to deny what my ears were telling me.

“Renhi,” I spoke, but before I could say another word, she cut me off.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ve gotta go. Kids can’t babysit themselves!”

The line went dead as I balled up my fist, fingernails digging into my skin.

“Babysitting with wine? Like hell...”

Taehyung turned to me, but I sprang up from the couch before he could even think about it.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

I grabbed my purse and slipped on some tennis shoes I kept by the door. Taehyung’s keys were laying in the place where Jungkook normally kept his, and I grabbed them without even thinking.

“You’re driving me to my sister’s.”

::

Taehyung was begging me to say something the whole ride to my sister’s, but my mind was blank. If a thought crossed through my mind, my heart fought it away. My body was having a fight with itself, and all that was left was my shell being knocked around by Taehyung’s car.

“We’re here,” his hand rested on my thigh as I placed my cold hand on top of his. My eyes scanned the parking lot of the complex, hand shivering in Taehyung’s.

I was just trying to get rid of the doubts in my mind. I didn’t think I would see anything. I didn’t think that Jungkook had really ditched me on our anniversary to have wine with my married sister. It was impossible.

My free hand grabbed my phone as I searched through my phone for Jungkook’s contact. I was wrong. I was just being paranoid. It’s not just Jungkook that drives a red 2015 Toyota Camry…

“Hey Y/N! You caught me right before the meeting,” he sounded so cheery which made it all the more unsettling.

“Meeting?” I swallowed and decided to play on with his charade, “Will there be wine at this meeting? Pretty girls? An apartment complex?”

The line was silent for way too long as my cold hands were now like ice. Even the hand Taehyung was trying to keep warm was frozen. Why was he being so quiet? This is when he laughs and proves my suspicions wrong. He wouldn’t cheat on me, not after everything we’d been through together.

“That would be a weird meeting,” was all he said after the long pause. I felt my heart harden as he took a deep breath, “It’s just a normal office meeting. I’ll see you at home tonight, okay babe?”

“Okay,” I nodded and felt tears sting in my eyes, “Tell the kids I said hi.”

“What?” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to answer to those words. I could hear panic in his voice as my heart felt it was a victory. “What kids? Who’s kids? Is everything okay?”

It took me a few seconds to understand what exactly he was thinking I meant when I said what I did. I simply was referring to the kids at Ren’s apartment even though there clearly weren’t any…

But a broken and bitter smile appeared on my face as his panic was apparent.

“Yours.”

I hung up the phone before he could say a word, and I was left in a silent car with a confused Taehyung sitting next to me. I didn’t doubt that he was piecing everything together, especially when we both spotted Jungkook running out of the very apartment that I was afraid he was in.

“Taehyung, take me home,” I spoke as Jungkook ran down the stairs of the complex and headed to his car, “Yours, not mine. I’ll get my stuff when I know he won’t be home.”

He complied with my demands as he let go of my cold hand to put the car in reverse. We were out of the area and at Taehyung’s place in less than five minutes, but I wasn’t ready to get out of the car. I wasn’t ready to completely accept the fact that the chances of Jungkook cheating on me with my sister were higher than his chances of marrying me.

“Y/N…” Taehyung’s hand grabbed mine after a full minute of silence. I tried to get him to head inside, but he refused. He wouldn’t let go of my hand even if I threatened him.

“It’s not good for you to think about it,” he was soft and quiet as my heart broke all over again. I couldn’t help but be reminded that all the sweet nothings Jungkook had said to me weren’t sweet nothings. They were just nothing.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry… I-” I hiccuped from the tears that began flowing down my face. My unmoving self had now turned into a blubbering mess, and Taehyung was caught in the middle of it.

Was it unfair to drag Jungkook’s best friend into this? Sure Taehyung and I are really close as well, but Jungkook was friends with him first.

Even as I thought of other people I could try and call to comfort me and give me a place to stay, I realized this was all I had. My other options were Jungkook’s sister or mine.

And my sister was the cause of all of this to begin with.

I looked over at Taehyung and his eyes caught hold of my wet and watery ones. My makeup was running and my lip was quivering like never before. His eyes never changed from being soft and comforting as his free hand reached up to wipe what he could of my tears. He didn’t try and push me to say or do anything as we sat there in the car, frozen in time.

His touch put my heart at ease as my tears calmed down slightly. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on my forehead as my eyes closed. He tried to pull his lips off my skin, but I leaned into him to savor the moment. Every bit of his skin on mine was calming me down, making me forget about my worries. He was like alcohol for my system except without the embarrassing videos and horrible hangovers.

“If we go inside, will you just hold me in your arms?”

It was a strange thing to request of him, but he didn’t protest. I think he was just happy that I was going inside after what felt like ages of sitting in the car.

The inside of his place was just like I remembered it when Jungkook and I last came to visit. It was supposed to be the two of us and Taehyung with his new girl. When we showed up that night, there was no girl. She broke up with him the night before, and he didn’t have the heart to cancel the plans. He told us that he needed us to be there for him.

And now it was just the two of us. No Jungkook.

My heart hurt at the thought of his name. His face was getting permanently burned into my eyes, but I didn’t want to think about him.

I quit admiring the place I hadn’t seen in so long as I pulled Taehyung to the couch and sat us both down. He seemed to feel a little reluctant or uncomfortable once we were sitting on the couch. We were sitting closer to each other than we had ever been.

He switched on the TV as I made myself at home in his arms. His right arm was wrapped around me as I leaned into his chest. His heat and heartbeat seemed to put me at ease, and his smell filled my nose more than any other smell. I didn’t bother looking to see his facial expressions to everything that I was doing, but I was sure that he was fine. He was still my friend, and he used to tell me that he would be willing to do anything for me.

Even if this was crossing a boundary, I was willing to deal with the repercussions. I’d never felt more comforted just by someone’s touch. I didn’t even have time to think of Jungkook and our fake children as I laid in Taehyung’s arms and counted the freckles on his arms. His heartbeat lulled me to close my eyes and relax my shoulders. I moved my right hand to find his left hand, and without saying a word, I intertwined my finger’s with his. His heartbeat jumped slightly at the contact as the beating was a little faster than it previously was. He didn’t seem to have a problem with the gesture, though, because he just tightened his grip on my hand for a few seconds. It was like a reassuring squeeze.

“You should sleep,” he whispered into my ear as a shiver was sent through my body. I smiled and nodded with my eyes closed, but the feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket scared me awake slightly.

Without warning, Taehyung reached into my back pocket and took my phone out, turning it off before letting me see what was sent.

“It’s not good to read any of his or her messages. Right now it’s just about you and me and resting for a little while.” he nodded as I didn’t protest. I couldn’t say that I was willing to protest too much to him. He was so soft about everything and it made it hard to refuse what he was saying.

With another little nod and a small smile, I closed my eyes and settled into the arms of my fiance’s best friend. The only thing keeping me awake was the thought of how Taehyung’s arms felt more comforting than Jungkook’s arms ever felt.

::

By the time I woke up, Taehyung was long gone. I opened my eyes slightly and sat up from the position that Taehyung had laid me down in. I could hear him in the kitchen when he closed the fridge, and I took a deep breath. I wished that I didn’t remember the events that led me to this situation, but as Taehyung walked into the living room, it hit me all at once.

Jungkook followed behind him into the living room as I felt myself involuntarily tense. I curled my knees into myself as Taehyung sent me a sorry look. I didn’t have the energy to be mad at him. All my negative energy was being sent to Jungkook.

I didn’t dare look in Jungkook’s eyes as he sat very close to me. The couch suddenly felt very suffocating as his eyes stayed glued to me. I could almost feel his worry, and that alone made me sick to my stomach.

He’s just here because he thinks I’m pregnant. I kind of wished I hadn’t lead him to believe that… it just hurts more not knowing if he would feel the same kind of regret if I hadn’t lied.

“How long have you known?” his voice sounded tired and worried as I felt my nausea double. He’s only here because of my lie. There was nothing to convince me otherwise.

I didn’t bother responding as I rested my forehead on my knees. I felt like shriveling up into nothing as I felt Jungkook’s hand on my shin. His touch had changed from the comforting and heart racing feeling. It was now a burning sensation deep in my chest, and I felt like I was being violated by the simple action.

“God, Y/N… I feel like an asshole,” he gulped and moved his hand up and down. There was no more sense of comfort; just an agonizing, heartbreaking ache. I was dying to shove his hand off, but I didn’t have the strength to. I didn’t want him to roughly grab me if I grew violent with him.

He’s only saying that. My heart was barely keeping up as my brain continued to think a million heartbreaking thoughts.

“I can’t tell you how God damn sorry I am,” he continued to talk as I felt my pain worsening. I keep thinking that I couldn’t feel any worse, but with every word he says, the pain finds a way to become more intolerable. “I swear that it didn’t happen often. It was just a time or two-”

“Stop,” I snapped as my voice spoke before my brain had the chance to filter anything, “Just stop talking Jungkook. You’re making everything worse.”

He moved his hand to my arm as tears immediately began pouring from my eyes. Everything just wouldn’t stop hurting.

I shoved his hand off as I shrunk even more into myself. I was already gasping for air from the tears that were pouring from my eyes, and I didn’t dare look up. Seeing his face any more than I had to would stop my heart for sure.

“I just want to make this work,” he spoke in a gentle voice as I balled up my fists, “We just need to set a wedding date and have some counseling and everything will be fine-”

I couldn’t take it anymore as I stood up from the couch and moved away from Jungkook. I didn’t look his way, but I looked to Taehyung with a slight glare. It was half hearted because it was all I could muster through the tears, “Why did you let him in?”

I didn’t give Taehyung a chance to respond as I rushed off to Taehyung’s room. Jungkook was quick to rush after me, which was more than terrifying to me. I knew he would have no problem catching me before I could close and lock the door.

I grabbed onto the wall as I tried to make a quick turn, but Jungkook not only had a speed advantage, but he had his shoes on to keep him stable. His arms were around my torso before I could officially get around the corner, and I felt myself fall limp in his arms. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse and so much worse.

He fell to the floor with me as he pulled me to sit in his lap. He was trying to comfort me with his touch as he placed a kiss to the top of my head. Tears didn’t fail to blur my vision as I kept gasping for air. I couldn’t keep up with what was tears and what was snot as I just wiped my face into my shirt and kept it to cover my face from his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke into my ear as I started to squirm away from him. He was much much stronger than me, and once I started to try and push him away, he just pulled me back into his arms.

“Jungkook, just let me go,” I begged, but he shook his head against my back.

“No, I can’t let you go,” he spoke against me as I continued to try and get away from him, “You can hit me and scream at me all you want over what I’ve done. I’m not trying to defend myself, but I’m begging you to forgive me.”

“Jungkook,” my voice rose a little as he just shook his head.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t let you raise our child on your own. I want to be there for you and our child-”

“Jungkook, I’m not pregnant.”

He grew still against me as I felt his grip on me loosen. Everything he did was just adding and adding to the stabbing pains in my heart. I couldn’t help but think that this was all over the fake baby… He didn’t actually truly mean all of those words, he only meant them if I was pregnant.

I was able to fight my way out of his arms as I continued my march to Taehyung’s room. Every step I took added more resentment toward him as I wiped the tears off my face. As I got to the entrance of the room, I willed myself to turn around and look at Jungkook in the eyes. Worry, sorrow, and pain were all I could see in him, but I was already at my max of how incredibly horrible I could feel. It was like I was building a wall around myself without even realizing it.

“You only want all those things if I’m pregnant. Please stop wasting my time.”

I stepped inside and felt my heart jump as Jungkook started getting up off the floor. I saw him starting to run in my direction as I quickly slipped into the room and locked the door. I heard him slam against the door as his voice started to cry out to me.

I felt my tears pouring from my eyes, wetting my face that I had just wiped off. Every time he beat his fist against the door was another stab. All the stabs were starting to feel the same, and dare I say that they were starting to feel normal. I was starting to get used to it. It was like I was Jungkook’s target for knife practice, and I was becoming okay with it.

“Y/N, please,” I could hear him sniff as another knife was thrown, “It was an accident. It only happened three times.”

There went another one.

“She asked me how things were in bed with you because you always ask her for advice. I told her that you were getting better, and she offered to show me what it would feel like if you could actually pull them off.”

That one felt more like ten different knife wounds, but who’s counting at this point? My whole heart was practically made of knives at the moment.

“I gave in to her but I’ve felt so terrible about it. I was going over there today to tell her that it was wrong for us to be doing that to you. I asked her to forget about everything. I was ready to go home and talk about setting a wedding date with you.”

I laid on Taehyung’s bed as Jungkook continued to break my heart through the door. He wouldn’t stop talking as my tears were becoming sobs. I wanted to open the door and just forgive him, but life just wasn’t that simple. Even if I forgave him, I could never feel the same. He’s broken me beyond repair to ever be able to truly love him again. I was afraid that I wouldn’t even be able to love anyone again.

“I want to get married to you, I want to have kids with you, Y/N! I want to spend the rest of my life by your side-”

“Jungkook, please stop,” I called out through my pitiful sobs, “It’s not going to happen. I’ll never be able to forgive you. Your presence and your touch are just painful to me now, and I don’t think that will change.”

My words seemed to render him speechless. He quit beating on the door, and all I could hear from his side were sniffs. I curled myself into a ball as I hugged one of Taehyung’s pillows into my stomach. I buried my face into it and tried to fill all my senses with Taehyung instead of Jungkook.

“...Could you please open the door? I don’t want things to end this way,” he pitifully asked through the door as I let out a broken and sob filled laugh. Once the laugh started, I couldn’t get it to stop. I was afraid that I had finally gone insane as I just sat with my face in Taehyung’s pillow, both crying and laughing so hard that I could barely breath. I started to cough as I choked on some of the snot that had built up in my system, but I was just thankful that I quit laughing.

“Things are ending this way. I’m sorry Jungkook. Just leave me alone.”

My words once again rendered him speechless, but he beat his fist onto the door. I felt myself jump at the action as I heard his soft sobs through the door. From the sound of it, he was just as broken as I felt.

All the knives that were stabbed into me were suddenly pushed deeper as I felt my breathing become irregular. My feelings for Jungkook were crying out for me to just unlock the door and hug him to me, but I couldn’t. This just wasn’t a fairytale…

“Why’d you go to Taehyung of all people…” he sobbed into the door as I tried to ignore him, “Am I going to lose both my best friend and the love of my life all at once?”

I just continued to cry as he sniffed and hit his fist against the door again.

“I’m such an asshole, but do I really deserve to lose both of you?”

I didn’t respond to his words, but I was surprised to hear Taehyung’s voice answer for me.

“Yeah, you kind of do.”

The air was completely silent after he spoke, and I felt my heart remove a few of the knives. I had almost forgotten that Taehyung was even here.

I heard rampant footsteps moving away from the door as I realized Jungkook was moving away from the only exit I had. I sat up, suddenly very alert of what was going on outside the room.

A sound of flesh colliding with flesh was heard as my eyes widened and my feet flew to the door. I swung the now unlocked door open as I saw Taehyung holding his face with both of his hands. Thank God Jungkook just punched him in the eye and not the nose. If he had broken his nose, I think I would have lost my mind having to go to the hospital right now.

“Jungkook what the hell?” I spoke as he looked back at me. He was crying as he looked at me with rage in his eyes. He looked very unstable, and for once, I was actually scared of him and what he might do to me. I was ready to run back into Taehyung’s room if Jungkook took one more step closer.

“I knew you weren’t just nice to her because she’s my fiance,” he turned back to Taehyung as Taehyung took one step away from Jungkook, “You like her more than you like me. I always knew… but thank you for confirming it. I guess bros over hoes doesn’t apply to you.”

“Jungkook, please leave,” he spoke as he took another step back. Instead of charging for him like I was afraid he was doing, he just ran past Taehyung and toward the front door. His keys sounded through my mind as the door opened and closed before I had a chance to breathe again.

It was the end of my fairytale life with Jungkook and the beginning of the real world. I was completely and utterly terrified of what life had for me after this.

::

Taehyung was more that welcome to have me move into his place after I had found the time to pack all my stuff from Jungkook and my old place. I moved into the room next to his and he was good to leave me alone for a few days.

It took me a good two months before I was finally able to smile and laugh with Taehyung again. He was patient with me when I would occasionally get upset, and he was very understanding of my feelings.

It wasn’t until a full year had past that I felt like I was truly getting over Jungkook. I had cut all contact with him since I gave him back the engagement ring he had given me once upon a time. I also didn’t speak to my sister ever again, even when she would try and call or text me. It all started with her, after all.

Taehyung was good about getting me to leave the house and do something, and he even convinced me to get a brand new job and a fresh start. He helped me study for a million different interviews and he was even willing to go out and help me find a new wardrobe to wear.

It wasn’t long before all traces of the person I used to be were just an element of the past.

Taehyung and I had decided to go grab some food as I agreed to actually go and sit down with him. Before, when I didn’t want to leave the house, I just asked him to pick it up to take home to me. I bet he was relieved that I was willing to finally go eat with him because he hated being cramped in his house all the time.

“I’m glad that you’re finally willing to come eat with me,” he said after we finished ordering, “I feel like I know all your orders, likes and dislikes because of how much food I’ve picked up for you.”

I just laughed and placed my hand on the table, “I’m sorry, but I’m feeling so much better. It’s like you lifted a weight off my shoulders. Like you pulled out all the knives stabbing my heart back then.”

He just sent me a soft smile as his hand rested on mine. I felt my breath shorten at the contact, but I didn’t dwell on it. I just continued to look at him and talk to him about my day and things I learned about my new coworkers.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” I felt myself saying after we finished laughing at a joke he made, “Thank you for being there for me all this time. For the longest time, I felt horrible for taking you away from Jungkook… but I’m feeling selfish now. I’d never let him take you back in a million years.”

Taehyung just laughed as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward a little bit.

“If I could make the choice over again, I’d still pick you,” he confessed as I felt my heart jump a little, “What he did was so inexcusable. I was mad at him almost as much as you were, if not more so.”

“Probably more so,” I shrugged, “I never really got mad at him, I was just upset. Anger was just a secondary emotion. To be honest, the angriest I’ve ever been at him was when he punched you that day.”

It felt weird to admit it, but Taehyung seemed interested in what I had just said. I had never actually admitted it out loud, but Taehyung’s heroisms were enough for my heart to grow attached to him. I was afraid that I would never love anyone again because of how Jungkook broke me, but I warmed up to Taehyung decently fast.

It only took a year and a half from Jungkook and I’s break up for me to realize that I had fallen in love with Taehyung. He was everything that I loved in Jungkook, but he was more honest and loving than Jungkook was. We aren’t even together and I felt more love from Taehyung than I had anyone else.

“You know…” Taehyung spoke as I snapped out of my thoughts, “I’ve been dying to talk to you about this for so long, but I’ve been afraid of what you’d say.”

I raised my eyebrows and I sat up a little straighter. He let out a small laugh at my eager look as I smiled with him.

“Jungkook mentioned that I liked you more than him back then… I had to commend him for being vague and not exposing me to you in that moment. I think he really did mean all the words he said that night, but the kid needed a wake up call. I think you gave that to him.”

I couldn’t help but feel just a little guilty about leaving Jungkook alone in the world. He may have deserved it, but I didn’t have any ill will toward him. I couldn’t help but hope that he had moved on in the world like I had with Taehyung.

I snapped back to the real world as I looked into Taehyung’s eyes, “What do you mean by exposing you?”

Taehyung took a deep breath and gave me a nervous smile, and I found it cute to see he was also a little embarrassed.

“I’ve liked you for… a very long time,” he confessed as my eyes widened, but I didn’t look away from his eyes, “I don’t know when I started liking you, but I never dared to act on it when you were with Jungkook.”

I felt a giggle in my throat as I placed my hand on the table face up for him to grab. He looked down at it and grabbed it with certainty before looking back into my eyes.

“I didn’t plan on ever telling you, but fate placed you in my care to nurse you back to the person that I fell in love with.”

I couldn’t help but smile and swallow down some emotional tears as I squeezed his hand. I felt paranoia fill my brain as one thought crossed my mind:

It felt like a fairytale.

But this time, it felt real. The fairytale I was in with Jungkook was a world full of oblivion and secrets, but this one felt real and genuine. He did, after all, stick with me through two agonizing years, and he refused to give up on me.

I felt a tear slip through as I looked down at our hands. He gave me a reassuring squeeze as I wiped away the tear with my free hand.

“I fell in love with you along this ride,” I spoke as my eyes locked onto his once more, “And I have no doubt in my mind about you. I have no fears or PTSD over the past relationship I had when it comes to you. I trust you with my life.”

His smile matched mine as our waiter finally came to the table with our food. I laughed as Taehyung listed off my order along with the waiter who seemed very confused on why he had done that.

As I picked up my fork and stabbed it into my food, I found my eyes trailing to someone past Taehyung. I didn’t let my mind dwell on how much of a coincidence it was that Jungkook ended up at the same restaurant as us on my first night eating out again with Taehyung. I felt my heart jump at the sight of him in the distance, and when I noticed that he was with some friends he had made in the past two years, I smiled. He seemed to be having a good time, smiling and laughing. I couldn’t help but smile with him up until his eyes locked onto mine.

I saw him freeze in his seat as our eyes made contact, and I kept telling myself to look away. I was terrified that he would start feeling worse seeing not only me, but also Taehyung out and holding hands with smiles on our faces.

Taehyung seemed to notice that I was focused on someone behind him as he glanced over his shoulder and saw Jungkook looking at us.

It took a few seconds before Jungkook even moved after seeing us, and once he did, he sent the two of us a genuine smile. Relief rushed through me as I smiled and waved at him, thanking the heavens that he seemed to have gotten over the situation.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung spoke as he looked back at me, but I just smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I’m just happy that everyone ended up happy,” I answered before letting go of Taehyung’s hand and chewing on the food I just placed into my mouth. Jungkook went back to talking to his two friends about something before looking back over at me every once and a while. Part of me hoped that he would walk over to the two of us and say hi, but as he and his friends got up and walked out of the building, I accepted what I got.

Taehyung walked off to pay as I headed outside the building to get some fresh air. It had seemed like forever since I had actually gone out and done things other than work, and it felt great to finally live again.

I stretched my arms out to pop a few of my bones, and as I did so, I felt my hand knock into someone. I looked over to them and was about to apologize, but I stopped short when my eyes met Jungkook’s soft ones.

I couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy as my eyes looked into his. Some old feelings were starting to come back, and I couldn’t lie, it was scaring me.

“Hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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A/N: AHH OMG THIS STORY BROKE MY HEART YOU GUYS. I have been trying to finish this request for so freaking long and now that it’s over I feel so sad. I wanted to end it sad, but I just left it open for people to scream at me and hate me because I hate myself a little right now ahhhHHHH

Please send an ask for compliments or criticism plz, or to yell at me like I’m yelling at me

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

-Zelee

Guardian Angels (M) - Request

Summary: You saved his life once, but when he shows up back in your life, should you avoid him like the rules say you’re supposed to?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 15.9k (oops)

TW: death mention/description, murder, blood mention, drowning mention/description, alcohol mention, oral, cunnilingus, riding, creampie, unprotected sex, light dirty talk

Your heart broke for him. What else could you say? As his blonde hair disappeared beneath the surface of the waves, the last glimmer of sunlight reflected back into your eyes and he sank lower. You saw it all happen, as much as you hate to admit it, you’d been watching him, so when he disappeared under the water and didn’t immediately resurface, your curiosity got the best of you.

You shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have gone after him, but something about him drew you in. Maybe it was his smile, they way his lips became angular every time he laughed; maybe it was his golden skin, the same color as the sand on the very beach you stood on as you searched for any sign of life; maybe it was his personality, the way he seemed to make everyone laugh so effortlessly; maybe it was because you didn’t want him to feel the pain you knew all too well. Whatever it was, it dragged you out into the waves after him, nearly exposing your identity in the process.

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[11:56 p.m.] it hurts a lot when taehyung forgets to show up to your birthday party, especially since it’s a really important one: your 21st. this is important because this is the night you find out who your soulmate is. it’s supposed to be a tattoo that appears on your wrist and it shows up on midnight the day after your birthday; you’ve seen it on your parents’ wrists, your best friend and her husband’s wrists and of course, jin and most of the others. taehyung, though, kept his wrapped up. you never saw him show it, either cloth or a watch would cover it. you wonder why he kept it hidden, and you also wonder if any of the other boys knew what it said, because you have a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’s your initials.

jimin and the others stay over that evening, reminiscing the nights events. you are all seated comfortably on the couches in your living room, conversing about random things. “are you excited?”jungkook asks you and you nod. he’s older than you by a few years and he’s actually the reason you met and befriended the rest of the group. “you finally get to find out who you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life,“ namjoon adds, looking down at his wrist and tracing the letters with adoration in his eyes. he found his soulmate a couple of months ago, and they’re totally in love. that must be nice.

you smile solemnly, hoping that your pain is masked by the grin because it’s not the moment you imagined; perhaps everything would’ve been better if taehyung was here. the boys told you he’d be missing the night, as he was “working on his single” according to them. but jungkook’s gaze can’t lie to you and you sense the hesitancy. ouch. that means he didn’t wanna be here. and nothing makes you more sick to your stomach.

your eyes find the clock every few seconds, and your heartbeat accelerates as it approaches closer to midnight. it’s now 11:58 and the silence in the room grows heavier and heavier, everyone in anticipation. in your head, all you can imagine is how crazy it would be if the letters KTH appear on your wrist. it’s nothing short of a dream at this point.

one minute before midnight is when you start feeling a tingling sensation on your wrist. it’s when you wince painfully that everyone’s eyes are on you, jungkook on your left rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. and perhaps you’ve started to lose it because you’ve been sleep deprived but you start to see the faintest marking of the letter K. no. it can’t be.

T.

H.

those are the letters that appear on your wrist. you look around the room in wonder, the boys’ voices sounding fuzzy as all you can think is, damn it, why isn’t he here for this?

the exhaustion is taking over your body fast, and it’s within minutes that you feel fatigued. the last thing you hear before you fall asleep on the couch is “taehyung should’ve been here.”

KIM TAEHYUNG MASTERLIST

KEY

❤️ - smut

💚 - suggestive

🧡 - fluff

💙 - angst

🖤 - dark

💜 - dom idol

🩵 - sub idol

🩷 - idol x reader

💛- idol x idol

His kinks ❤️

As a sub ❤️🧡🩵

Of Pomeranians and lattes (coming soon)

When desperate times call for desperate measures as an aspiring yet struggling artist you create an onlyfans where you paint naked seated on a sybain machine. An interesting man one day gives you the biggest tip imaginable and his only request in return is to meet you.

Warnings: sex on camera, solo fun on camera, light bdsm not the focus, aftercare, love of art, falling in love, they both own Pomeranians, reader has coffee addiction, reader has insomnia and migraines, taetae is rich

Decisions for your happiness (title may change) (ft jm) (coming soon)

Taehyung and Jimin are in a happy 24/7 TPE relationship and this fic will be more like one shots of their life (bdsm scenes, plain sex, fluffy slice of life, other bts members are their friends also in the lifestyle)

words are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you (taeguk)

part one-intro (updates every Thursday)

pairing: taeguk

word count-418

genres-fluff

Jeon Jeongguk is in love with two things: words and Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk was in love with two things.

Words were one of them. He was beyond in love with words, and the way the flowed together to create beautiful stories. He loved the way words formed tales for little children to hear, the way they would giggle at them in their favorite book, or at a certain, mildly inappropriate words that seemed oh so forbidden to their little ears. He loved the endlessness of words; no one could ever learn every words possible, and new words were getting created every day. He loved how simplistic they are, and how grand they are.

Kim Taehyung was the other. He was beyond in love with Kim Taehyung, and the way he made his heart beat faster than a rollercoaster. He loved the moles that covered Taehyung's skin that he loved to plant kisses over, and how he would sometimes pinch the fat between them to create little elephants on his body. He loved the unconditional love Taehyung supplies him with; no one would ever be able to love him the same way as Taehyung did, and he didn’t want anyone else to. He loved how simplistic he was, and how grand he was.

And although he loved words so much, he has never been able to put a word to how he felt for Kim Taehyung.

A bit of an oxymoron, isn’t it? The thing he loves most he cannot apply to the other thing he loves most.

Jeongguk thought hard about how he felt for Kim Taehyung, the twenty-three year old artist who managed to capture the boy’s heart, and he’s never been able to identify it. Love wasn’t strong enough. Passion wasn’t strong enough. Enchantment wasn’t strong enough either.

There are no possible labels Jeon Jeongguk can put on his feelings for Kim Taehyung. Instead of sitting in his bed at dark thinking about it, and never being able to find an answer, he decided upon finding words to describe the wonderous Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk wasn’t sure if he could describe anything about Taehyung using any words at all. Taehyung belonged in an epic prom by Homer, or to be seated in the sky with the gods. But, if Jeongguk wasn’t able to describe how he felt about Taehyung, he was going to find words to describe him, and hopefully they’d lead him to the answer he’d been looking for forever. But, there’s just one problem.

How does someone describe some who is unable to be described?

a/n: tell me what you think! have a good morning/night/afternoon!

dusk till dawn | kth.

pairing. taehyung x female! reader

genre/prompt. misunderstandings, marriage! au, angst

word count. 1.2k

content.  none questionable, maybe hinted cheating? but it’s a misunderstanding so not entirely

synopsis. You trusted him with your heart, but after seeing him with another, could you again?

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! It’s not based off the song of the same name but I did listen to it while writing. This is my last square in the row I chose :) Everything flowed out surprisingly quickly for this one. Like it took one hour at most, but I’m proud of it. 

    The flickering of lights showed little solace to the broken heart which you nursed. As you clutched your body, shaking with the sobs which consumed it, the broken pieces of your heart before you seemed to mock your naïveté. You’d placed the entirety of your trust on his palm only for him to close it and crush it. It’s not as though you could deny yourself of his blatant infidelity. You’d watched it happen after all. The Louboutin stilettos you’d picked for today which were once on your feet laid at the door of your shared bedroom with the one which you though was your beloved. You’d dressed up to surprise him and yet, all you’d found once you neared his office was your heart cracking. The journey home was filled with questions of superficial concern uttered by those which served your husband, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but nod and send a watery fake smile. Every minute you’d spent replaying the scene you walked into caused your heart to shatter just a bit more, making it so by the time you walked numbly into the bedroom, your knees buckled and your face gave out. Your face of pretense was unable to be kept any longer than it already had been put up. No, everything was not okay.

    You weren’t meant to walk into that, that much you were aware. After all, why would it be intended for you to find your husband with his shareholder’s mouth on his? No, you hadn’t stayed long enough to watch as he pushed her forcibly away from himself and break their contract. How could you stay that long? Your weakened heart didn’t allow it. You’d read too much about this, all of your friends had gone through this, everyone had told you of the possibility of this. An affair. Your vehement refusal of the fact that your husband, sweet and lovesick Kim Taehyung, would partake in such a vile thing. He was always similar to a lost puppy when it came to you after all. He’d worked so hard to get you, it was almost laughable how it’d never popped into your mind. The biggest question in your mind as you laid on the floor of the darkened bedroom who’s only light was that of a candle was ‘what do I do now?’. A fairly simple question which would garner several answers with which you, however, did not want to partake in. As much as it devastated you, you couldn’t bring yourself to loathe him. As much as every breath with his betrayal in your mind hurt, you didn’t want to end things with him. Even if it hurt, you wanted him by your side. You wanted—no, needed— to forget what you saw. Your body and mind craved for him reassurance, his warmth. If he denied and was not truthful, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

    The soft thumping of sock clad feet resounded, nearing the door you had shut in haste to hide yourself to the world. The soft knocking went not unnoticed, but ignored by you. It wasn’t until you felt the familiar warmth of your lover pressed to your back and his soft lips meeting your cold skin in comfort that you reacted at all. Your sobs had subsided, but as his broad frame embraced your smaller one, you’d started to let out cries of despair. He whispered simple words of comfort, attempting to subdue your audible grief. It had worked. After what seemed like a couple minutes, you’d be reduced to sniffling.

    “I know you saw. I saw you run in those... towers by the door.” You made no attempt to respond at his attempt of a joke. You didn’t know what would be acceptable in a situation like this for your well-being.

    “I’m going to be truthful, as I always am with you, my love. Please don’t doubt me, I beg you. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please... please look at me, my love.” You’d zoned into how his chest tumbled as he spoke. His words were gentle and full of genuine sencerity. You’d trusted him all these years, it’s not like you can’t bring yourself to again. Still, you’d graced him with nothing but silence. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t do anything but wait. Slowly, his words registered into your brain and just as slowly you attempted to face him from your kneeling position on the floor. He looked just like when you’d both met at the coffee shop you worked at. He would come in every morning despite having several assistants which would break their back to do anything he asked of them. Yet, he’d always make time to pick up his order every morning. He’d never pick up coffee, which you found peculiar for someone who looked like a businessman. He’d always pick something sweet paired with some pastry you offered at the location. Every day for two years he’d never failed to show up every morning until he, finally, asked you out. One could only guess the chain of events that happened before this moment. It was nothing short of sickeningly sweet and fairy-tale raquel days. This, however, was the first and biggest hurdle your relationship decided to encounter. How cruel could life be? He looked nearly the same, just a few minimal wrinkles of age here and there which would show as he did different expressions. He was still the same, however, and that hurt. How could the same Taehyung you knew all this time do such a thing to you?

    His expression was that of soft panic, his fear of losing you outshining any other emotion. You both looked at eachother for a few more seconds or minutes, maybe, before he continued.

    “i’m not going to say it was an accident.” The scattered pieces of your heart showed new cracks within them. They’d be nothing but dust by the end, you figured. You looked down at the floor.

    “I knew she was intending to kiss me. I didn’t think she’d try to, though. You have to believe me when I tell you it wasn’t something i wanted. I’ve done everything I can to keep things professional between us, but she doesn’t get tired of trying. I didn’t know she would do this. Ple—please look at me.” Could you believe him? You closed your eyes and inhaled a heavy breath, laden with your insecurities. Looking into his eyes, maybe it was wishful thinking, you saw they held the only emotion he’d retained throughout his his entire ordeal: sincerity. You could see even remorse. His brain was filled with ‘If only’ and ‘I should’ve’ thoughts. He hoped—desperately—you could believe him. He’d heard many in his position talk of this situation happening and he didn’t want the end they described to happen.

    “I know I should’ve pushed her off as soon as she neared me, but she always flirts with me and never steps over the line. I should’ve done it immediately, but I was stunned. If checking the cameras will make you happy then I’ll arrange so that you can look at the footage.” He suggested his voice softening and lifting into what sounded like a question. You took his cheeks in your warming hands and softly pecked him. You’d believe him, even if your brain screamed that he wasn’t being truthful. Even if your body didn’t want to believe the truth he spoke, you trusted him with your life.

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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.

Word count: 8,787k

“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!! :>