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#as soon as kim dropped a 'fuck' i was so Tense because like. he *never* swears. so i knew that things were gonna go down

viulus · 1 year

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I just finished the Big Encounter tm in Disco Elysium, and... Jesus fucking christ, man

#vu's posts #disco elysium #so uh. heavy spoilers ahead in the tags. so if you haven't gotten very far in the game then stop reading this #...#ok now that spoiler-free people are gone. i need to ramble #by 'big encounter' i of course mean between the scabs and the hardie boys. just to give context #not long before the encounter though i finally met ruby. and that was also a tense situation. like my god #anyways. once i headed to the whirling i saw the whole thing start yknow #as soon as kim dropped a 'fuck' i was so Tense because like. he *never* swears. so i knew that things were gonna go down #i managed to pass both the rhetoric and suggestion checks.. somehow. but that didn't do anything in the end really.#i didn't ever find my gun so i was left on the defensive 😭 luckily i put on the chestplate... thing.#i'm pretty sure that that's what kept me alive tbh #i got hit with two bullets but like i said. the first one hit the chestplate. that took most of the damage there. my leg got hit though #AND i kept kim alive yippee! i have a hunch that he can die if you fail a certain check #(i.e. the one where you warn him about the guy behind him)#also i got a bonus on that check that said that kim *really* trusts me and... 😭😭#ok i think i got all my thoughts out! for now...#i also screen recorded the whole thing. thinking about sharing it tbh. who knows though #WAIT. one more thing. i am *so* shocked that kim made *that* shot. because yknow. he's got vision problems yeah?#like what a fucking badass. like hello #ok NOW i'm done. and i gotta go to sleep now 😂#va4 rambles in the tags

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snackhobi · 4 years

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pairing: taehyung x reader / word count: 13.3k / genre: fluff, friends to lovers, smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: you’re used to being in love with taehyung. you’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had.

but then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break.

or: the one where taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.

warnings: sexually explicit content, massage with a happy ending (literally 🤧), cursing, edible massage oil/lube, fingering (f), unprotected sex (be safe when you have sex please), multiple orgasms (f), oral sex (m), cum swallowing, pet names, body worship?, brief mention of shower sex

a/n: I swear this was meant to be pwp. this was literally meant to just be pwp with some massage shenanigans. and then I blinked and it had become a soft 13k fic which honestly… kicked my ass quite a bit. but I hope you enjoy it!! thank you as always to @hobi-gif for beta reading this and encouraging me and putting up with me changing this multiple times, what would I do without your support miss hope?

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Taehyung goes through a lot of different phases.

He just finds so many things interesting. Photography, art, art history, music, fashion, thrift shopping; heck, there was even the time he got weirdly into making tea and became some sort of connoisseur, going through the whole rigmarole of buying the loose leaves and weighing them out, checking the temperature of the water, brewing for a precisely measured amount of time.

You still remember the look on his face when you said it all tasted like hot leaf water to you.

Because, of course, as one of Taehyung’s best friends and his roommate, you’re inevitably swept up in everything he does. You’re used to the weirdly acrid smell of photo development fluid and how cold dark rooms can get. You use phrases like chiaroscuro and sfumato to describe the simplest things after listening to Taehyung do the same for so long. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve tripped over his saxophone case when he leaves it lying around the apartment. You regularly wear the baggy t-shirt with the face that Taehyung had painted on it—even if you still refer to it as the Squidward-House-Shirt despite the fact you know he was inspired by Basquiet and Schiele and not the Easter Island themed stone head that Squidward lives in.

You don’t mind getting dragged along with whatever he does, honestly; you don’t have time to attend every class, but go with him when you can. It’s always good to expand your horizons. You also love watching Tae’s face whenever he learns something new, the various expressions that flit across his features—from wide eyed excitement and eyebrow raising astonishment to the more solemn side that appears whenever he’s taking something in and thinking deeply about it, turning it over in his mind, mulling on it.

(You love watching Tae’s face all the time, actually, but that’s a whole other can of worms you’d rather keep shut.)

However, the latest course he’s signed up for is not one you’d been expecting.

“Massage therapy?” Your face twists in equal parts confusion and surprise.

Taehyung’s dropped this latest nugget of information while you’re cooking, trying to fry some rice while also peering at the phone screen that’s been thrust into your face. You’re not bad at multitasking, per se, but Taehyung’s iPhone is drifting so close that you’re almost cross-eyed and it’s blocking you from seeing what’s going on in the pan.

“I had a coupon,” he says, as if that explains everything. (It doesn’t.)

“Scooch,” you say, and he immediately moves so you can turn the gas off.

“Jiminie and Jungkookie say that my massages help with dance, and that's just from Youtube tutorials.” Taehyung continues to talk as you bustle around the tiny kitchen. He’s already set the table so now he’s free to watch you finish doing the rest of the work. “And Joon-hyung says I have the perfect hands for it.”

You fumble with the pan as you’re scooping the steaming rice into a large bowl, only just managing to save food from scattering everywhere. You’ve thought about Taehyung’s hands a lot, about how large and long fingered and beautiful they are, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Really? Huh. That’s nice.” You stare at the pan, fixated on getting every grain of rice so you can avoid looking at Taehyung’s face. And hands. Which are still cupped around his phone. Which looks so small in his big, pretty grip.

Jesus Christ.

“It means I can give you massages if you ever start to get tense.” Taehyung sounds pleased, lovely grin on his face at the prospect of being able to rub his hands over you. As if that isn’t going to make every single one of your muscles lock up and turn you into some sort of coiled rope of a human being, which is the complete opposite of what a massage is supposed to achieve.

“Great.” Despite your inner turmoil, your voice is level and steady as you meticulously scrape the last grain of rice into the bowl, chasing the tiny fleck of white around the huge pan. Scrape, scrape, scrape. “Sounds fabulous. Can’t wait.”

Of course Taehyung would sign up to learn something that he could use to help his friends. He’s so big-hearted and loving. Big-hearted and loving and kind and funny and affectionate and beautiful and deep-voiced and so entirely overwhelming in every single way imaginable.

You do what you always do when confronted yet again with your all-consuming crush—you bottle that shit the fuck up until he’s not in the room.

And then you have a miniature breakdown at Pickles.

“I am going to die,” you whisper-scream. “He’s going to offer to massage me and he’s going to get a bottle of massage oil out and he’s going drizzle it onto his massive hands and I am going to fucking die.”

The bearded dragon cocks his head as he stares at you. Taehyung had come home with the reptile one day, tank and all, saying that someone on Facebook had been giving him away because they were moving house and could they just look after him for a little while, please, pretty please? Until they found a good home for him? Please?

That was over a year ago. (You’ve always been bad at saying no to Taehyung.)

“I hate my life,” you lament to the lizard, but then you hear the noisy flush of the toilet and know that Taehyung is going to emerge from the bathroom soon, so you have to wrap this miniature meltdown up pronto. “I wish I was a bearded dragon too, you know. All you do is get fed and sit under the heat bulb. Your life is so easy. You don’t even know what capitalism is.”

The silence you get from Pickles is far more support than you get from your human friends once you tell them. Yoongi just raises his eyebrows while Seokjin and Hoseok laugh outright in your face, just like they always do when you cry to them about Taehyung.

You need new friends. These ones are defective. (If only you’d kept the receipt so you could return them.)

“We learned how to do neck and shoulder massages today!” Taehyung says brightly after the first session.

You hum in response. You’re rewatching Pacific Rim together, cuddled up against Taehyung’s side, and you don’t have to turn your head to know what expression is on his face. There’ll be that little upturn to his lips, happiness at learning something new. That warmth in his eyes at being able to share it with you, even if you couldn't be there with him. Those little freckles on his face, under his eye, his nose, his lip; the one you’ve imagined kissing more times than you can count.

“My teacher says I have a natural talent with my hands,” he adds, and you’re so grateful that you can blame your sudden intake of breath on the scene that’s playing on the screen, as high stakes as it is.

“That’s nice,” you say, and mentally pat yourself on the back at keeping the strain out of your voice. You've had a lot of practice at this. “I’m not surprised, though. You’ve always been good at doing things with them.”

That’s not a euphemism. Taehyung’s always so careful when he makes things; you’d learned how to fold different origami patterns together, matching crane for crane, lotus for lotus, and he’d always been so delicate with his fingers. He’s always so careful and considerate with you, too, fingers splayed wide across your shoulder as he squeezes you closer to his side, leaving you breathless.

“I wish you could come too.” Taehyung sounds disappointed. “We always have so much fun together.”

For the first time in your life you’re grateful that your manager at Olive Chicken is such a hardass and won’t let you swap shifts, so you’d had to miss signing up for the massage course with Taehyung—because you know there’s no way you’d be able to keep it together if there was some sort of tandem practice in class or whatever. Your crush on him is filled with equal parts of tenderness and lust and you’re well aware of that. You’d rest your hands on the soft skin of Taehyung’s shoulders and back, the lust would overwhelm you, and you’d immediately burst into flames like some sort of demon stepping over the threshold of a church.

Why oh why did God have to make Kim Taehyung so hot?

Why oh why did God have to make you so… not?

You know Taehyung doesn’t see you in a romantic light at all. You’re grateful for this deep, platonic relationship you have, and you love him to pieces, but holy hell is it hard to walk around with Kim Taehyung looking the way he does and wanting to jump his bones while simultaneously being aware that it’s never going to happen. Whenever he smiles at you, or touches you, or holds you, it’s in exactly the same way as he treats any of his friends—and as happy as you are to be one of those friends, it also kind of kills you inside.

(Because you know you don’t have a chance, have never had a chance, and will never have a chance.)

The idea of offering to massage Taehyung is one that makes you want to melt into a puddle of horny goo. But when he offers to massage you, it’s because you’re a convenient practice partner who he’s comfortable with. It’s no big deal. You could strip naked and slather yourself up in oil and stand in front of him with your bosoms heaving and say ‘Have at me, big boy’ and Taehyung would say: ‘Sweet! A chance to practice deep tissue massage! Gee, thanks for being such a great pal!’

The kind of deep tissue you want Taehyung to massage is very different to whatever he’s talking about.

… Anyway.

You manage to avoid Taehyung using his apparently magic fingers on you for a surprising amount of time, though you’re kept up to date with his progress, because he shares everything with you and tells you about everything and you always, always listen. Because, more than being your crush, he’s one of your best friends and you love him.

Which is why you try your best to be gentle, graciously refusing his offer of a shoulder massage after he sees you wincing, even if with anyone else you’d just tell them to back off with zero hesitation.

“It’s fine,” you say, flapping a hand at him. “I just slept on it funny.”

“A massage would help! It won’t take long, I promise. Five minutes? Please?”

Taehyung’s looking at you with those big puppy eyes of his, pleading. You waver. You’re torn between being steadfast and avoiding a situation you’ve literally had nightmares about (Taehyung had offered to massage you, and you’d said yes, but then you’d fallen over as you were walking to him and suddenly a lasagne had appeared in your hands and you’d spilled it all down your shirt and he’d pointed and laughed and laughed and you’d felt so embarrassed that you’d woken up, cheeks burning), but then he pouts and you give in like the spineless and lovesick fool that you are.

“Five minutes,” you say, and Taehyung nods emphatically, looking pleased.

(You have the backbone of a chocolate éclair.)

You send quiet thanks to whatever God is listening when he doesn’t ask you to take your top off and doesn’t break out a bottle of scented oil. Instead he just asks for you to straddle a chair, clutching a plushie against your chest to cushion where it leans against the backrest, and tells you to get comfy.

“Just relax,” he says, as you desperately try to remember how your body works and coax it to relax like Taehyung wants you to. You fail miserably. You feel like a ball of rubber bands, each muscle a layer of tighter and tighter elastic that’s circled around you. “Lean forwards a little?”

At least Taehyung can’t see your face from this angle. You have no idea what sort of expression is twisting your features; consternation and horrified anticipation, probably. You're basically throttling your plushie, taking out your tension and frustration on the poor thing, Rilakkuma's placid face morphing into a twisted expression of sympathy under your grasping fingers.

“Perfect,” Taehyung says. The sound of praise in his deep voice has your insides turning into overheated syrup, hot and thick, dripping down and pooling between your legs. You hate yourself. Getting turned on by the most innocuous words from your best friend, really? Get it together.

The second you feel Taehyung's warm hands touch the back of your neck, your shoulders hunch up faster than a whiplash, a turtle sucking its head into its shell. Your friend laughs.

“This is the opposite of relaxing,” he says, voice warm with amusement.

“You surprised me.” You dig your nails into Rilakkuma's soft brown fur. Taehyung just thinks you're not used to being massaged, not that you're being weird because it's him that's touching you. Because he touches you a lot. He’s just never done it like this. “Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he replies, unruffled and oblivious. “Let me try again?”

You bite your lip, desperately trying to quell the mix of arousal and tension that’s churning in your stomach, begging your muscles to unwind. You’ve kept your crush a secret from him for this long, you can keep that energy up. (You have to keep that energy up.) “Um. Okay.”

You’re still tense when Taehyung puts his hands on you again. The touch is warm through your clothes, firm but careful, digging into the sharp line of tension laid across your shoulders; despite the way your heart is threatening to launch itself out of your chest, you start to loosen up, because holy shit that feels nice, actually.

You melt against Rilakkuma and smother the bear's face in your chest. “Your teacher wasn’t kidding when they said that you’re good with your hands,” you mumble.

You’ve never gotten a proper massage before but it feels so damn good that you can’t help but unwind, turning to jelly at the confident presses of Taehyung’s fingers and palms into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. A little sigh spills past your lips when Taehyung starts to work at the part that’s been twinging after you lay crookedly on it, limbs akimbo in your sleep after a long night at work. “Oh, right there, Tae.”

Taehyung goes still for just a second before continuing, trailing his fingers over your shirt. “Here?”

Your eyes have drifted shut so you can focus on the sensation of that tension being pulled out of your body. “Yeah, right there,” you repeat, massaged into a state of lazy euphoria. The breath you let out is long and deep, catching in the back of your throat at a particularly firm rub of Taehyung’s hands; if you weren’t so blissed out you might be embarrassed at how much the noise you make is like a moan, but as it is, you don’t even notice. You just let out a little sound of discontent when Taehyung’s fingers stutter in their motions, displeased that he’s stopped even for a second.

By the time the massage is over, you’re so relaxed that you feel like you could melt into the floor, a wobbly puddle of unwound muscles and loose limbs. It’s official. You’re a massage convert.

“Holy shit.” Your eyes flutter open as you lean away from Rilakkuma so you can turn around. They’re the first coherent words you’ve spoken for a while; small sighs and sounds have been dripping from your lips and it’s only now that you’re able to regain your breath. “Tae, that was amazin—”

You’re met with the sight of Taehyung’s back as he power walks away, steps rapid, a little shaky, awkward. Before you can ask what’s wrong, he’s stepping into the bathroom.

“I need to wash my hands,” he says without looking at you, before the door slams shut.

You don’t remember Tae telling you about how quickly you have to wash your hands after finishing a massage. But, thinking about it, you suppose it makes sense—you know, with massaging multiple clients or whatever—even if it’s surprising exactly how fast he’d hoofed it away from you. It sounds like he’s switched both taps on full blast as well, noisy even through the wooden door, and judging from how long he’s in there, he’s being very thorough. Hand washing must be a lot more important than you’d realised.

Once Taehyung emerges, his face is a little flushed, cheeks a soft red. You wonder if the hot water tap is playing up again and filling your dinky bathroom with hot steam, and make a mental note to look into it. You smile at Taehyung from your perch on the sofa, Rilakkuma plopped on your lap, smile spread across your features; one that Taehyung returns, as pink-faced as he is.

“How’s your shoulder feeling?”

“So much better, honestly,” you admit. It’s incredible. He hasn’t even finished the course yet and he's already this good. He really does have magic hands.

“I’ll have to give you massages more often,” Taehyung says, though the end of the sentence trembles a little. He must be light-headed after all the steam in the bathroom.

The thought of more massages doesn’t fill you with as much mind-numbing trepidation as it might have earlier, utterly languid as you flop across the sofa, muscles uncoiled after the lovely touch of Taehyung’s even lovelier hands. No wonder people rave about spa days if they leave you feeling like this. Maybe if you’d been staring at Taehyung in the eye when he’d been touching you, then you’d feel a lot more awkward—as it is, it’s no worse than usual. Your crush is still all-encompassing but you also got a massage out of it, so.

“Sounds great.” This time you don’t even have to fake your excitement. “Now come sit your butt down so we can order some takeout and decide what to watch.”

When you bend down to speak to Pickles later, the bearded dragon is lolling on his favourite branch. “There’s still a high chance that I’m going to die,” you say in a low voice, before you flick the lights off so the lizard can sleep. “But he hasn’t broken out the oils yet, so I think I’ll be okay for now.”

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Your luck doesn’t last.

“Strawberry and champagne, lychee martini, mint mojito, white chocolate, or tropical coconut?”

You look up from where you’re painting your toenails. “Huh?”

Taehyung bundles into the room and throws himself onto your bed, flopping on his belly and ignoring the way the mattress is jostled. You, of course, are used to his antics, which is why you’d swept your open bottle of nail polish up before he could spill it everywhere.

“What do you think sounds best?”

“Well, that depends,” you say, squinting at your toes and carefully sweeping the polish over the freshly buffed nails. “For candles, I think they sound pretty nice. For sauces to pour over a steak, I’d say I’d give them all a hard pass. What’s it for?”

“Massage oils,” Taehyung says blithely, too busy staring at his phone to see you muffle a curse when your hand slips and you paint your entire little toe blue. “I was wondering which you think sounds best.”

“Oh. Uh.” You fumble to clean your toe and salvage the now-terrible pedicure you’re trying to give yourself. It was only a matter of time before massage oils were going to become part of your life. Taehyung never goes into things half-hearted, so of course he’s going to invest in oils, too. God’s sake. You can never catch a break, can you? “Why these ones in particular?”

Taehyung pauses for a suspiciously long time, but it gives you the chance to furiously rub at your toe while he’s distracted. “We get a free bottle from the course,” he says eventually.

Huh. Okay. “That’s pretty neat. What was the last one? Coconut? Stick with the basics, can’t go wrong with that, right?”

“Coconut is always tasty,” Taehyung comments absently, and you glance up from your Smurf toe.

“Agreed, but it’s not like you’re about to eat massage oil, are you?”

Taehyung pauses, and then buries his face into his phone screen—suddenly very intent on rereading the list of ingredients in each bottle, it seems. “No, of course not, you’re right,” he mumbles.

He’s almost finished the course. He’s not going to be an accredited masseuse or anything, but you definitely think he could be, if he wanted to—you’ve never had less tension in your shoulders and neck in your life. Taehyung always eases his way into your personal space anyway, casual and effortless after years of friendship, but now you’re used to his fingers sliding over the back of your neck, a gliding touch, sending tense little goosebumps over your skin while simultaneously making you melt.

“It’s pretty cool that you get free stuff, though.” Your toe is clean, thankfully, no longer blue. “And not just, like, a generic bottle of oil or something. They all sound really fancy. I didn’t realise that you could get massage oils that were scented like that?”

Taehyung makes a non-committal noise, which is uncharacteristic of him, but you’re too focused on repainting your final nail to pay it too much mind, letting out a loud huff of triumph when you’re done.

“Get me a bag of shrimp crackers, please?” You have a sudden craving but you don’t want to penguin waddle to the kitchen and risk getting anything on your wet nails. “Ya girl is hungry.”

“Got it.” Taehyung rolls off the bed without protest. You’re used to his antics, and he’s used to yours, indulging you whenever you feel lazy or want him to do something for you. “You need me to feed you?”

“I wasn’t going to use my toes to feed myself,” you laugh, but Taehyung ends up feeding them to you anyway.

When you recount the list to Seokjin later, his face crumples in a way that’s equal parts offended and disgusted. “They all sound terrible,” he says. “White chocolate should stay in chocolate form and not be turned into an oil. Why does massage oil even have to smell like anything?”

You’re both holed up in the tiny smoking nook behind Olive Chicken; neither of you smoke, but it’s a good excuse to go outside and get fresh air during longer shifts.

“Hey, don’t ask me, I’m not the one who’s taking the course. I think lychee martini sounds interesting, though.”

“Agree to disagree.” Seokjin unwraps one of the complimentary chocolates the restaurant gives to diners with their bill, swallowing it whole. “Besides, we all know Taehyung could approach you with dirty, used fryer oil and you’d let him dip you in it.”

You slap the next chocolate out of his hand before it reaches his mouth. He’s unmoved and simply plucks another from his pocket, which is apparently bulging with them.

“Yoongichi,” Jin says, calling to the delivery boy, who’s just appeared from the dark like some tired-eyed spectre of fried chicken. “Tell me this. If I were to ask you what smell of massage oil you’d prefer, what—”

“I would say that I really could not care less.” Yoongi flops down on one of the rickety fold-out chairs before silently accepting a chocolate from Seokjin’s stash. “And then I’d ask why you’re asking me in the first place, seeing as you’re the one using it, not me. If Taehyung’s asking what massage oil you’d prefer, Y/n, it’s because he wants to rub it all over you specifically.” Yoongi munches on the chocolate, already filling in the blanks without needing to be told the context. You really are that transparent, huh. “Please, we’ve been over this.”

Jin pouts. “You ruined my set up. I had a whole speech prepared.”

“Oh no.” Yoongi remains blank-faced. “How terrible.”

“I hate both of you,” you say. “I’m going to tell Pickles how mean you are.”

“I bet if that lizard could talk, he’d tell you how tired he was of you two dancing around each other, just like the rest of us,” Yoongi says.

There’s no dancing around, though, no matter what your friends say. Well. Not on Taehyung’s end anyway. You’re out here doing the fandango, castanets and all, while Taehyung just stands stock still, oblivious.

You let out an incredibly long sigh. Seokjin hands you a sympathetic chocolate.

The massage oil doesn’t make an appearance in your life for a little while, though. The end of the course comes and goes, Taehyung proudly flapping the laminated certificate at you, wobble-wobble-wobble, filling the apartment with the sound of rippling plastic. But no coconut oil.

The scent of ‘tropical coconut’ has started to haunt your dreams, in a way that’s both good and bad; when you wake up in a sweat, heart pounding, it’s not because you’re having nightmares, let’s just put it like that. It’s like there’s an invisible countdown that you can’t trace and it’s only a matter of time before it ticks over and the shoulder massages (that you’ve gotten very comfortable with) edge into something different. Taehyung’s going to innocently offer to give you a backrub and uncap that bottle of scented oil and you’re going to explode into a mess of putty under his hands.

Well… then again… you had been worried about that with all the shoulder rubs. Now look at you. You weather those like a champ. Sure, your skin tingles and you run hot and you think about the sensation of Taehyung’s hands gliding over you whenever you’re alone, but you’re basically fine. Your friend who just so happens to also be the great love of your life remains none the wiser.

You bet a full back rub would feel great after a long week.

Which is why when Taehyung steps into the apartment with a look on his face that you immediately recognise as tiredness, you sort of wish you knew how to massage people, too.

He falls into your arms with little fanfare. It’s been one of those days, one of those ones that everyone gets, even Taehyung—he’s usually so Switched On and Exuberant and Alive, and people don’t seem to realise that even he feels exhausted, sometimes.

“You alright, bubs?” You can’t massage him but you can rub his back soothingly, let him snuffle against your neck. Sometimes you think about that little space between your chin and collarbones as Taehyung’s, a hollow that’s perfect for him to press his face into, hair tickling your chin as he curls up into you. His and his alone. “Did something happen?”

He just shakes his head.

“Okay,” you say.

(Close proximity and skin on skin with Taehyung doesn’t always have your pulse rising and your heart racing. Sometimes it’s just this: quiet and soft, your heart bright with fierce affection for this boy, the only thought in your mind that you want him to be happy, forever.)

The long silence is broken by the sound of Taehyung heaving in a breath before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet and low, far less energetic than his usual self.

“Nothing to thank me for, Tae,” you reply. “Always here for you. You know that, right?”

He doesn’t respond straight away. He just burrows closer, draped over you, until he murmurs, barely audible. “Why?”

Your face twists. “Why, what? Why am I always here for you?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung squeezes himself impossibly closer, skin warm against yours, forehead pressed to the skin of your neck. You can’t see his expression from this angle.

“Because you’re one of my best friends and I love you,” you answer, immediately. You don’t even have to think about it. “Because you’re important to me and if there’s anything I can do for you, I will. I’ll celebrate the good things in your life with you, and I’ll be at your side during the bad times, just like you are with me. Please don’t ever forget how much I love you, okay?”

There’s a pause, and then it feels like all the tension leaves Taehyung’s body, slumping his whole body weight against you. “Okay,” he murmurs. “I love you too. Thank you,” he says again. You just reply by squeezing his shoulders.

He’s a little quieter for a few days after that. You’re not sure why, because he’d perked up after a lazy evening of lying around and eating too many snacks, flopped against you like an oversized, clinging starfish—but you’re gentle with him nonetheless.

(Well. You’re always gentle with him. It just takes you half a second to fold in the face of his whims, rather than a whole, full second.)

So when the dreaded bottle of oil finally appears, you’re far less ready to fight off Taehyung’s insistence on a full body massage, caught off guard after days of indulging him. Fuck.

“You’ve had a long week!” Taehyung insists as you scrabble your way over the sofa’s backrest so you can hide behind it, clutching a cushion to your chest. “You need to relax!”

Without looking you fling the cushion over the sofa. Judging from the fact that Taehyung doesn’t make a sound, you’ve missed. “I was feeling perfectly relaxed until you started yelling at me about it! Why are you so obsessed with the idea of me being relaxed?”

Taehyung doesn’t respond. Oh, crap. Maybe you did hit him with the cushion?

You pop up from behind the sofa. Nope. It's an embarrassing distance away from Taehyung, who’s got that surprisingly large bottle of oil held loosely in his hands. There’s an expression on his face that you can’t decipher; a little crestfallen, a little unsure, but there’s something else there, too, something you can’t put a name to.

“Taehyung?”

“I just… wanted to help,” he says. “You’re always there for me when I’m not feeling great, and you calm me down, and I wanted to do the same for you.”

You immediately feel like the worst human being alive. Take the feeling you get whenever you accidentally step on an animal’s tail, multiply it by infinity, and that’s only just a drop in the ocean of awful, awful guilt that you’re drowning in.

“Oh, Tae,” you say. Your voice comes out so much softer and sweeter than you mean it to, but you can't help it. “I’m sorry. I was just joking. It’s really nice of you to be so concerned. You just surprised me. You do help me relax and your massages are great.” (You tell him that often enough that he should know it, but it never hurts to repeat a compliment.)

His face lifts. It’s like the sun bursting forth from the clouds after heavy rain, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes, blinded by the brightness and beauty. Kim Taehyung is so unfairly gorgeous (but what else is new?). “So I can give you a massage?”

Despite the fact the prospect makes you want to fling yourself into space, when you’re faced with Taehyung’s dark eyes and wide smile and large, warm hands, you cave, because of course you do. If, way back when you’d first been frying up that kimchi rice and letting Taehyung thrust his phone into your face, you’d been told you’d end up in this position, you would have laughed outright. Haha, yeah, sure, like you’d be stupid enough to let yourself be wrangled into such a vulnerable state in front of Taehyung, nowhere to run, helpless under his fingers. Not.

But here you are. Whipped for Kim Taehyung, forever and always.

The pastel blue towels under your stomach and chest are soft as they shield you from the cold, hard floor. You’re incredibly aware of how chilly the apartment feels, air prickling against your bare skin; you shift to try and get comfortable, glancing over your shoulder to fiddle with the towel that’s draped over your hips and ass, making sure it’s covering everything. Taehyung insists on authenticity (as if you’re not lying on the floor of your apartment rather than on a massage table) and he says that it’s normal to be completely naked for a full-body massage, even underneath any towels that are covering you up.

Authenticity is also why he’s in the other room, warming up the massage oil, because that’s apparently a thing?

(You’re going to die.)

It doesn’t matter that Taehyung will only be able to see the back of your head, your shoulder blades, the small of your back, a slip of your thighs, your calves. None of these things are especially scandalous; all the parts of your body that someone might find more interesting are out of sight, pressed against the floor or hidden under a layer of Egyptian cotton microfibres.

And yet you can’t help but be hyperaware of how you’re entirely unclothed. Even if it doesn’t bother Taehyung—what with, you know, the fact he’s not interested in you like that and doesn’t find you attractive at all (sigh)—embarrassment creeps hot and uncomfortable under your skin.

It just feels so crazy intimate to be laid out like this, even if people do this all the time, happily strip down to let professionals rub the tension out of their body.

(Then again, most people aren’t best friends with their masseuses and haven’t harboured long, one-sided crushes on them, either.)

Just breathe. You can do this. You love the shoulder massages that Taehyung’s been giving you; just think of this as a shoulder massage.

… A shoulder massage that involves warm oil, near-nakedness, and Taehyung’s hands sliding all over you.

… You are going to have a very long venting session with Pickles after all this.

You’re so distracted by your own self pity and distress that you don’t register the sound of Taehyung entering the room; the little pause when he steps over the threshold, feet stuttering, just for a moment. It’s only when he’s kneeling down that you notice his presence, body jolting from surprise before you let out a slip of high laughter.

“Jesus, Tae,” you say. In any other circumstance, you’d be clutching your chest. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He sounds genuinely apologetic.

Your cheek is pillowed on your arms. When you turn to look at your best friend you immediately regret it; he’s settled back on his ankles, knees spread wide, and you come eye-to-eye with his crotch.

In an effort to look away from his clothed dick, your gaze flies up to his face, which might be even worse. He has this intense look in his eyes, and wow, alright, you’ve never been able to see Taehyung’s face as he’s been massaging you, but you never realised exactly how seriously he seems to take it, judging from his expression.

(Do all massage therapists look like that when they work?)

“That’s alright.” You’re a little breathless, but you’re going to blame that on how your boobs are smooshed into the floor, and not on anything else, nuh uh. Shoulder massage. It’s a shoulder massage. It’s just like a full bodied shoulder massage. (Maybe if you repeat it to yourself often enough then you’ll actually start to believe it.) “Uh. Do you need me to… do anything? Or do I just lie here?”

Taehyung’s expression lightens a little at the uncertainty in your tone, smile curling up the corners of his mouth. “You’re perfect right where you are,” he says, and then he reaches for the bottle of oil.

You turn your head away again, cheeks burning. There’s no way you’ll be able to handle the visual of him slicking his fingers and palms up. “Cool,” you say, voice only a little strained. “Coolcoolcoolcool.”

(It’s not cool.)

You don’t have a visual, but you do get the auditory experience thanks to the relative silence in the apartment. Goosebumps ripple down the back of your neck and trail down your spine at the sound of Tae’s hands sliding against each other, thoroughly coated in the warmed oil, and you’re so glad that you can blame it on the chill in the air.

At first, it’s okay. Taehyung starts at the parts of your body that are used to receiving his attention, though it’s different without the barrier of clothing in the way, not to mention how easily his palms glide over you, the air full of the light scent of coconut. It’s different, but manageable, and you think you just might be okay; as always, his touches are firm but careful, and your body is used to this by now, relaxing.

But. The second you feel Taehyung’s touch between your shoulder blades, you stiffen with a shiver. The oil is the perfect temperature against your skin, but you’ve always had a sensitive back; you can’t help but clench your fists, digging your fingers into your palms. Relax. Just breathe.

“You’ve got a lot of tension here.” Taehyung’s voice is low as he digs the heel of his palm into the dip of your spine.

It’s because you’re touching me there, you think to yourself, but just let out a non-committal hum of agreement instead.

You feel Taehyung's hands, a repeated sliding motion between your shoulder blades; the tension starts to leak out of you again, but your breath hitches in your throat at how you're pressed downwards and into the cotton towels beneath you, nipples hardening against them.

Thank God you're on your front so Tae can't see what effect he's having on you.

“Better?”

Taehyung's voice is always deep, but you'd swear it was even deeper in this moment, pitched low. Maybe that’s because the sound of blood pumping is filling your ears so it’s hard to discern. At this point, who even knows? Not you, that’s for sure.

“Yep.” Why are you so breathless? You haven’t moved at all, but you sound like you’ve just run the 100m sprint, winded and weak. “So much better.”

You regret agreeing to this. You are so out of your depth and there’s no way you’re going to be able to hide exactly how much this is affecting you and you want to collapse in on yourself and shrivel up like a sundried tomato, tiny and wrinkly and underwhelming.

Taehyung shifts to reach more of you and you squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t come face first with his crotch again, shielding yourself from the view of his loose linen trousers stretched almost taut with how wide his knees are. It’s both a blessing and a curse—a blessing because you’re saved from aforementioned view, but a curse because your sensation of touch is heightened, and all you’re aware of is his hands sliding down your sides. You’d swear those fingers were so long he could circle your waist with ease.

(Massages are meant to relax you and yet you’ve never felt so tense in your life.)

Taehyung clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. “I can’t get a good angle like this,” he mutters.

Before you can think anything or say anything, you become aware of the sound of moving and shifting and—

Your eyes fly open. Taehyung’s straddling your thighs, heavy and warm, and you suck in a breath so sharp and fast you can feel your chest expand, brain full of the screaming clang of warning bells. There’s no way this is a normal masseuse thing. There’s no way. It’s intimate and entirely too physical and there’s absolutely no way that this is something Taehyung learned in class.

(What is he doing?)

But then any coherent thought in your brain slips when his hands settle on you again.

They so, so lightly brush the hem of the towel that preserves your modesty, and you can’t help the full-body shiver that wracks through you. You suck your lips into your mouth, swallowing down the noise that threatens to bubble up in your throat. There’s the sensation of fingers trailing up the line of your spine, feather light, smoothed by the slide of oil, and you feel like molten lava, burning hot and bright.

“Taehyung.” Your voice is high and faint.

His fingers splay down your ribcage and run down your sides, confident and smooth, warm with that coconut-scented oil, and you’re dying, you’re living; you want to disappear, you never want this to end.

“Taehyung,” you repeat. Your voice shakes.

He hums, low and indulgent. “Yes?”

“M-my thighs,” you stammer, unable to articulate yourself. Why are you on my thighs, oh God, you’re so warm and heavy on top of me, oh God oh God oh God.

Taehyung completely misunderstands you. “Oh? Of course.” He sounds nonchalant. “I’ll massage those next.”

You can feel the drag of his linen trousers against your skin as he moves down to rest on your calves, and hear the bottle open as Taehyung drizzles more oil over his hands, far more than he could possibly need. His palms feel so broad and warm against the smoothness of your thighs, touches firm and confident as he digs his fingers into the muscle, and, oh, fuck, this is, this is too much—

Your legs jump when Taehyung hitches the towel up, just a little, baring more of your body.

“Fuck.” You can't keep quiet any longer. “Tae, I’m fine, I’m feeling way less tense now.”

He’s still, for a moment, before his hands slide up the back of your thighs. “Are you sure? You want me to stop?”

It’s only then that you realise how deeply Taehyung is breathing, fast and low, voice rough and gravelled. His fingers rest in wait, warm and slick with oil; you’re so close to losing any modicum of modesty, only one motion away from that towel being rucked high enough that there’s nothing protecting you from Taehyung’s touch and eyes.

“I haven’t finished yet, though,” he continues, digging his thumbs into your skin as he pulls his hands down your thighs, mindlessly following the motions he’s been taught. “There’s still more to go.”

You could twist around to look at him but you’re almost afraid to look at his face, afraid of what you’d find there. He sounds as affected as you are, but there’s absolutely no way. There’s no way.

“You don’t need to do the whole massage if I’m feeling relaxed, right?”

(Because you’re feeling so relaxed right now, of course, and not like you’re about to go supernova and burst into heat and light. Absolutely.)

(But.)

(But. Taehyung’s hands settle at the back of your knees, swiping the sensitive skin with his thumbs. You can’t see his face, but you can feel something in that touch, something more than skin deep, like it’s sinking into you, through skin and muscle and bone, in in in, settling inside you, a flicker of—of—)

“Want to do this perfectly for you,” he murmurs. You clench your hands at the husky note in his voice, nails digging so hard into your palms it hurts. “You deserve the best. I want you to feel good.”

He must be able to see your back rise and fall as you breathe in sharply.

“Taehyung.” Almost pleading.

“Yes, love?”

You suck in another sharp breath. The pet name sounds so soft and sweet in his mouth, somehow, even with the heated edge to his voice. One that’s definitely there. You’re not imagining it.

(You’re not.)

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he continues.

Before you can think, you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

You’re trembling. Taehyung’s still heavy and warm across the back of your calves, sliding one hand to the inside of a knee and up the soft skin of your inner thighs. You instinctively shift them apart, as far as you can with Taehyung trapping your legs, and, oh, his hand is going higher, oh—

His hand is so big, cupping your overheated sex. It’s hard to tell where the oil ends and your own arousal begins, flushed wet and hot; when he dips his middle finger between your lower lips, long and gentle and firm, you let out a noise you didn’t realise you were capable of. The angle is off, a little awkward, the motions of Taehyung’s fingers stifled by how you’re lying flush to the ground, but God, you’re so turned on it barely matters.

You’re hyperaware of everything. The soft touch of air on the cooling oil across your skin. The fall of the towel, bunched around your waist, slowly slipping to one side. Taehyung’s hand, his fingertips easing through the heat of you, sliding over your clit, over your entrance, slow and soft and amazing.

“Again,” you plead. “Again, Tae, please.”

“Feels good?” He asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, cheek still pillowed against your arm.

“So good,” you say. “But I want more, please, Tae.”

“Anything you want,” he murmurs.

Taehyung’s hand shifts between your legs again, so hot, so big, so reverent. The slide is smooth as his fingers press into your folds, practically gliding. You twist beneath him, letting out a noise of displeasure when he draws his hand away, but then he lifts off your calves. You let him thrust your legs apart before he resettles between them.

Just as you’re distracted with the towel being tugged away from your hips, baring you entirely, Taehyung slides a finger into your weeping cunt.

You whine. It's so long. Now that your calves aren’t trapped, there’s nothing to stop you from rutting back against his fingers. He splays his other hand over the soft flesh of your ass, encouraging the rolling motion of your hips, and you’re gasping, wanton in your noises of desire and pleasure. One finger becomes two, and then three, Taehyung’s voice a low undercurrent to your stuttered moans as he presses them as deep as he can.

“Just like that, angel,” he breathes. “Want you to feel good, keep making those pretty noises, let me know how good it is—”

“Taehyung,” you whine, dragging the syllables of his name out when he curls his fingers inside you, so amazing, hitting you in all the right places.

“Baby.” He sounds wrecked, words sliding together, and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You’re so hot n’ wet, fuck. So perfect. Just like that, keep moving like that.”

You can hear the slick sounds of his thrusts into you. He’s already learned what you like, twisting his fingers in a way that leaves you breathless; they’re so fucking long, sliding into your greedy cunt with ease, reaching so much deeper than your own can. His pretty lovely hands are on you, inside you, and you’re heady at the thought.

“There, Tae, don’t stop, please, p-please.” The coil twists tighter in between your legs, a taut thread that’s ready to snap. He listens, repeating the motion that’s pulling you closer to the edge, eyes wide, staring at the way you’re writhing underneath him; the way the oil on your back and legs shimmers in the light, the evidence of his touch all over you, shining. “Tae, oh, God, right there, yes, yes, yes—”

Your entire body goes tense and then you’re cumming around Taehyung’s fingers, clenching your thighs together, trapping him inside as you buck your hips. You grind back against his hand, a loud moan falling from your lips, drowning out the noise of awe that Taehyung makes when he feels your walls pulsate around him. You're warm and tight and wet, arousal flooding thick against his skin, and he lets out a stuttered groan, fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, feeling every wave of pleasure that rocks through your core.

You’re panting by the time you settle back down and barely make a sound when Taehyung drags his fingers out of you. When he leans down the oil on your skin feels tacky against his clothes, material sticking to you, chest to back, hips to ass. You can feel the hot curve of him through his trousers, his cock heavy, getting harder—and it feels sososo good.

Taehyung’s face is so close, now, chin hooked over your shoulder. Even though you can feel the hardness of his cock pressed against you, the smile on his face is so gentle. Your heart thrums in your chest.

“So cute n' pretty,” he says, and presses his nose to the soft curve of your cheek. Rather than coconut, all you can smell is his shampoo, familiar and homely and heady. “All over. God, I can’t believe you’d let me touch you like this. I’m so lucky. Was that good, baby?”

“Yes,” you say, and then, because you’re still floating in a light haze of disbelief: “I’m the lucky one.”

Taehyung laughs, low and quiet. It’s a honeyed moment, dripping slow and sweet, even sweeter when he tilts his head forward. His lips are soft against your cheekbone, your jaw, and when you turn towards him, they’re even softer against your mouth. You can feel the shape of his smile, and it tastes so bright, small kisses that turn open mouthed, so perfect. Because you’re kissing Kim Taehyung, your Taehyung, something you’ve been dreaming about for so long, now—even if this entire situation is pretty unbelievable, honestly.

When you pull back, his eyes spark with unadulterated joy. He’s warm and heavy, pinning you down against the towels that are soft against your front; arching your spine, you lean back against the weight of Taehyung’s body, his cock fattening up through the layers of clothes that separate you. He lets out a breath of surprise before he grinds down, pressing that hard heat against you, and your cunt clenches.

“Can I finish the massage?” He asks, sounding almost eager, even with the rasp of lust in his voice. You can’t help but laugh, an affectionate giggle that has you knocking your foreheads together.

“Of course,” you say, and he catches your lips again, swallowing the last of your laughter, sweeping his tongue over your lips, inside your mouth, wet and hot and a little messy, but good.

“You need to be on your back,” Taehyung continues, slow after the kiss is broken, and, oh, okay, that has you shivering. “If you want to?”

Of course you want to.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let me move.”

He shifts to give you room, but not before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, the bump of the top of your spine, lips sliding against the oil that he’d rubbed there earlier, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

“So good to me,” he whispers. You don’t think he even means for you to hear it.

(It’s said without thought; not thoughtless, no, but a soft little thing that says so much. A thought that’s slipped across his mind and fallen from his lips, warm and tender. Like you’re always good to him, and he sees it, he knows it, he feels it, he thinks it, and he’s almost in disbelief about it, because you’re so good to him.)

You feel warm and languid after cumming, loose-limbed as you flop onto your back. There’s no going back now. There’s no going back from this moment, naked and vulnerable under Taehyung, nothing hidden away any more—the soft fall of your breasts, your stomach, the lines of your hips, your fingers tightening in the towels spread beneath you as Taehyung’s eyes drink you in, wide and overawed at the sight of your flushed cunt, ripe and slick and ready for him.

(There's no more hiding how much you want Taehyung to have you, body and heart alike.)

You can see the shape of your body silhouetted on his clothes, where the oil has seeped into the material from how close he’d been pressed against you. You can see just how affected he is, cock straining against the loose linen of his white trousers, and you bite your lip to try and stifle the sound you make.

“Look at you,” Taehyung breathes, kneeling between your legs. “You’re so perfect.”

Your cheeks burn. “Taehyung, please,” you say, embarrassed. You really aren’t, especially in comparison to model-gorgeous Kim Taehyung, eyes dark and full of heated lust, hair falling in his eyes, effortlessly beautiful, always.

“You are,” he insists. “You have no idea how perfect you are.”

Before he reaches for the massage oil, he sucks the taste of you off his fingers, sloppy and messy. Your pussy throbs at the sight. And—you were also right about the visual being too much to handle, breath catching in your throat as you watch it drip into his broad hands. His palms shine as he rubs them together, interlacing his fingers, so graceful in their motions. You’re so wet from your orgasm, only getting wetter as you stare back at Taehyung, whose gaze has been heavy on you the whole time.

He starts at your collarbones. It’s even slower than before, and you ease underneath him, revelling in the softness of his touch. He sweeps his hands over your shoulders, down your arms, circling his long fingers around your wrists before lifting one of your hands. Your eyelashes flutter as he presses a kiss to your palm, a motion so full of adoration and tenderness it steals your breath away, and you squirm, shy.

“Tae,” you whine. “You can’t just do that.”

Of course he doubles down, lifting your other hand and repeating the motion, letting his lips linger between your head line and your heart line. “I can,” he says, words warm in your cupped palm.

“I hope you didn’t do this in class.” Your voice is too weak for it to come out as the joke you mean it to be.

Taehyung just shakes his head, mouth brushing over the tips of your fingers. “Only for you,” he says. “Did the whole class for you. I wanted—wanted an excuse to touch you more,” he admits, and your heart feels like it’s going to launch itself out of your throat.

“Then touch me,” you say, trying to sound confident even if your cheeks burn.

And he does. He lets your hands drop, gliding his touch back up your arms, down your body, over your legs; he massages your thighs and calves, digs his thumbs into the arches of your feet, circling his fingers around your ankles, shackles you don’t want to escape from. You feel so relaxed and lax, somehow, even if every touch has you biting your lip, anticipation roiling in your stomach for what’s to come, Taehyung laying your legs down softly before he shifts back up, hands held out towards you—

—then he cups your breasts in his big, big hands and your back arches, fingers sliding over your nipples, glistening with coconut oil, circling them with the pads of his thumbs. You let out an embarrassing whine.

“Oh, Tae,” you beg. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You smile at another soft, unexpected pet name, flustered, but then your eyes slide shut when Taehyung bends down to kiss your neck as he continues to run his hands over the swell of your breasts. He trails his lips over your oiled skin, shifts down, drawing a line from your neck to the valley of your chest, the hard line at the center of your ribcage.

“Tae,” you murmur, and then, feeling bold under the heat of Taehyung’s dark eyes— “Baby.”

He hums before laying another sloppy kiss against your sensitive skin. You can feel the curve of his smile in the kiss. “Yes, love?”

“Is it really okay for you to… you know… get that oil in your mouth? I don’t want you to get sick,” you say, concerned, even through the haze of your arousal. His lips shine with it, at how he’s been trailing his mouth over all the parts of your body that he’s touched.

There’s a short beat, and then Taehyung buries his head against your neck—in that little hollow that’s his, in a motion he’s done dozens of times. Except this time you’re naked and he still has fingers splayed across the soft skin of your chest, nipples dragging underneath his palms.

“You’re always so considerate.” His words are muffled against your skin. “It’s fine. It’s edible.”

“You got edible massage oil from your course?”

Taehyung hesitates. “No,” he admits. “I bought it. It’s edible and, uh. Safe for intimate use.”

You’re silent, just for a moment, and then you can’t help it. You start to laugh.

“Kim Taehyung,” you say, body shaking with amusement. “Did you buy edible massage oil that you can also use as lube?”

Taehyung pulls his face away from your neck and glances up. You’re giggling at him, and he feels so full of love and affection; he can’t help but join in, both laughing at him, loud and carefree.

“It’s why I asked which one you liked,” he confesses, once he can catch his breath.

“I can’t believe you lied to me,” you say, but you don’t mind, really, and he knows it. You lift a hand to push hair out of his face, running your fingers down his scalp. He leans into your touch with a smile, bright and lovely, before he abruptly shifts one of his hands down so he can lick a hot, wet stripe across the skin of your breast.

That stops your laughter pretty fast, surprised hiccup shifting into a broken moan when he engulfs your nipple in the heat of his mouth. “O-oh,” you gasp. “Oh, Taehyung—”

“Been thinking about this for so long.” Taehyung’s eyes are lidded and dark as he leans back, watching the way you react to his touch, arching up towards him. “Wanted to touch you like this so much.”

“Wanted it too,” you breathe. “Wanted—oh, God, Tae, fuck—”

It’s overwhelming. Not just the way Taehyung is flicking his tongue over each of your nipples, pressing his lips against your skin, no—but the idea that he’s been hoping for this, too. Each wet motion of his tongue over your pebbled skin drags pulls out of you; Taehyung’s cock twitches at a loud keen that’s drawn from your lips, a wet patch of precum seeping through his boxers and trousers, darkening the fabric, even though you haven’t touched him yet.

When you reach out to grasp him through his clothes, his hips jolt forward and he bites off a surprised gasp, cutting through the sound with his teeth. He feels long and heavy as you stroke him, thumbing over the wet patch at his tip, hot, even through all those layers between your skin and his.

“I want to feel you, Tae,” you say, staring at him. “Inside me. Please.”

His breath hitches when you tighten your fingers around his shaft and drag your hand upwards, slow and intent.

“The oil isn’t condom friendly,” he admits, abashed.

“Then you can cum in my mouth,” you reply. No hesitation.

Taehyung’s eyes are so wide, but then he smiles, eyes squeezing into crescents, mouth turning up into that lovely, broad grin of his. He looks so sweet and sincere, and you feel like you could explode, stuffed overfull with love for him.

“You really are perfect,” he says.

“Only for you,” you reply, your smile just as bright.

He lays one final kiss to your chest, above your beating heart, before he starts to strip. The oil has obviously soaked through his shirt and onto his skin because it sticks when he peels it off and carelessly throws it aside.

Just like his heart, Taehyung’s body is soft and lovely. You sit up so you can touch him properly, catching him off guard when you pull him in for a kiss—one he eagerly leans into, and without the shirt in the way you can feel the way your skin slides against his, softened with oil.

There really is no one as beautiful as Kim Taehyung. You drag your hands over him, so warm and wonderful under your palms; his chest, his cute tummy, his waist, his hips, the soft skin above his red, neglected cock. He’s radiant in his nakedness, every easing line of his body so perfect as he kneels in front of you, the flush of his skin, the heavy weight of his arousal, head shining with precum, so wet it’s practically dripping.

You lean in to kiss his neck and nip at his Adam's apple as his hands slide over your shoulder blades and down your back, the parts that make you shudder.

“Want you, Tae.” You whisper into his mouth, a soft secret that isn’t really a secret at all, not any more. “All of you.”

“Going to give you everything you want.” The words flow out of him with ease. “Everything you want.”

His chest and stomach shine with the massage oil that’s rubbed off from your own skin. You run your hands across him, and when you finally grasp his cock without the barrier of cloth in the way, he’s almost burning under your grasp, thick, his entire body shuddering when you pump his length. So sensitive to your touch.

“I’m goin’ to make you cum again,” he promises, and you love it, the way he talks when he’s losing himself. “Bet you’ll feel so good around my cock, so perfect.”

A shiver skates through your body. Taehyung’s fingers dig into your skin when he feels you trembling under his hands, and all you can think about is how you want him in you.

“Please,” you say. “Please, wanna make you feel good too—”

“Hands and knees, angel,” he rasps, and, God, yes, those words cut straight through you, sharp and electric.

Maybe you should feel embarrassed at how quickly you obey. The towels underneath you, so carefully placed at the start, perfectly flat, become rumpled as you shift into position; you arch your back, wanting to look as good as possible, and glance over your shoulder to see if it works.

Judging from the look on Taehyung’s face, it does. He looks like he’s never seen anything more awe-inspiring, eyes wide and mouth a little slack, dumbstruck. But then his jaw snaps shut and he splays his hands over the soft skin of your hips, your waist, your ass, shuffling closer to you; you feel the curve of his cock slide against your skin and you bite back a noise of need.

“Fuck, so beautiful.” He ruts forward, and you can feel the wetness of his precum slicking against you, a beaded line drawn across the sheen of massage oil. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

“Tae,” you plead, already overwhelmed with need, heart squeezing at his words.

“Just one more thing, angel, I promise.”

It’s a good thing that the bottle of massage oil is so big, considering how liberal Taehyung is with it. You gasp when he uses one hand to spread your ass and before you can react there’s a drizzle of oil falling onto your skin, down-down-down, over your cunt, dripping over your inner thighs; Taehyung catches the excess with his palms before he slicks himself up, spreading that sweet coconut over his throbbing cock.

(You wonder what it’ll taste like when you lick it off him.)

When you feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at your pussy, your entire body lights up in anticipation, nerve endings on fire, every inch of your body singing under Taehyung’s touch—and when he finally sinks in, it’s almost effortless. He’s thick and long but everything slides so easy; you gasp and he moans, both lost in how your body opens up for him, hot and wet. By the time he’s bottomed out you're a quivering mess, collapsed onto your elbows. You’re so full. You feel split open in all the best ways, wanting to draw him in impossibly deeper even so.

Taehyung is gripping your sides, hands unmoving even with the slick oil underneath them, fingers digging into your skin. He’s breathing so loud, and when you experimentally shift your hips, he bites back a noise that cuts through that breath.

“How’s it feel, love?” His words slur together in arousal, but the hand that strokes your back is slow, thoughtful. “Feel good?”

“Fuck me, Tae, baby, please,” you beg. It’s so, so so much, so good, amazing, hotter and bigger and harder than anything you’d let yourself imagine, your entire body taking Taehyung and holding him in, in, in. “Please, I need it, it feels good but I want more, please.”

When he pulls away it’s slow and torturous and he goes so far he almost slips out, cock nearly sliding out of your folds. You whine, a little shameless, mostly needy, but then—

The snap of his hips drives you forwards, towels shifting underneath as you scrabble for a hold on something. Each sharp motion of Taehyung’s body has you choking for air and letting out whimpers and gasps, drowned out by the slap of skin on skin; his hipbones meet the soft flesh of your ass, again and again, but all you can focus on is the thick heat of his cock inside you, in-out-in-out, the press of his balls against your clit, everything so wet and smooth and slick.

You can feel how you’re losing yourself to that heady place that’s golden bright with feeling, lust and sex, the rest of the world gone, unimportant. There’s nothing but this—Taehyung touching you, filling your body so well, so perfect, helping you chase that high that’s growing faster and faster, that precipice of pleasure that he’s going to throw you over again, intent on it.

One of his hands trails up your back, between that sensitive dip of your shoulder blades and into your hair, locks tangling with coconut oil before he urges you up. He doesn’t yank or pull but his hold is firm and you end up back on your hands, arms trembling as you try to keep your balance, back bowed, overwhelmed.

“Baby,” he rasps. “Oh, you’re so tight n’ hot, so pretty, fuck. You feel so good, do you feel good?”

Your answer is almost a wail, so overcome with pleasure, sensation, the glide of his hands over your shining skin, the mix of oil and arousal that drips out of you, only getting wetter with each thrust of his hips into you. “So good, o-oh God, Tae, baby, fuck, oh, theretherethere—”

“Here?”

He punctuates this with a roll of his hips, using the hand still on your hip to pull you back onto his cock as he fills you up once more, throbbing heat. He bends over you, and this time, there’s nothing stopping the skin on skin contact, the slide of his chest against your back as he kisses the soft skin behind your ear, nipping at your lobe, and that’s it, you’re gone. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth falls open as another orgasm crashes through you, legs shaking as you cum around Taehyung’s cock, grinding back against him to drag out that pleasure; the only thing holding you up is the hand still in your hair, the lips trailing up the side of your bared neck, the hard cock inside you, keeping you against him, so many points of connection with Taehyung.

(His chest pressed against your back, heart beating so hard you can feel it, your own heart moving in tandem, matching him.)

He’s been whispering filth to you, heated praise and love, how good you feel, how beautiful you are, what it’s like to see you like this, touch you like this, have you like this. Lovely, pretty, perfect, gorgeous, hot n’ wet n’ tight, fuck, love, oh.

You’re still shivering, the final pulses of your orgasm curling through you with each unintentional shift of Taehyung’s hips, the drag of his length inside your inner walls. You can feel something dripping out of you; oil, cum, you don't know, but fuck, it feels so so good.

“Oh, God,” you say. Breathless. “Oh, Taehyung, oh.”

“Pretty darling,” he murmurs. He swivels his hips, grinding against you, and your entire body jolts with oversensitivity, clit swollen where his balls press against it. You tighten around him and groan at how hot and big he still feels inside, even as you still shiver from the come down of your second orgasm. “Gonna roll you over so I can see that perfect face.”

And when you’re on your back again, fucked out and mussed and wrecked, he just stares at you. You’ve watched his face for so long, seen so many expressions flit across his features, but never something like this—it’s a mix of amazement and awe and tenderness and lust and love, a lift to his brows and a spark in his eyes and a set to his lips.

And when he leans down to kiss you, that look doesn’t leave. It melts and softens around the edges as you catch each other's mouths, as you kiss and kiss, small tender things interspersed with longer, deeper touches, lips and teeth and tongue—his eyes darken and his mouth flushes darker pink, kiss swollen and so beautiful, but that expression stays. It stays for you.

Kim Taehyung is beautiful and lovely and unique. Kim Taehyung is so far out of your reach it’s kind of stunning, actually. And yet, here you are, existence of his touch over every part of you, in every part of you, lust driven, love full; the carefully balanced weight of his body splayed over you, pinning you down, keeping you close.

“I wanna see you cum, Tae,” you say. “Please?”

And just like he always does, Taehyung indulges you, just like you indulge him. He presses back inside you, cunt opening up for him so easy, so smooth, like his touch has already been etched into the memory of your body, perfect for him. He stays pressed close, face so near as he rolls into each thrust, sweat and coconut oil painted across your skin as your bodies shift together.

He’s been covering you in his words, both heated and sweet, and now you return the favour. You tell him how good he feels, how beautiful he is, so good, so perfect, so considerate, how much you’ve wanted this. So good, so long and thick, oh, Tae, feels so good, ah-ah-ah, baby, you’re unreal, fuck.

You can see the exact moment he starts to reach his high, the way he sucks in air, the way he lifts his chin, starts to thrust a little harder, a little faster, chasing that thread of pleasure that’s spiralling through him, and you urge him on. You lift your hips and clench so tight it has him gasping, hips stuttering, and you press your nose against his jaw, saying give it to me give it to me give it to me, wanting him to feel the same pleasure he’s given you.

When he pulls out, you’re too busy moving to pay attention to how empty you feel, settling between his legs and swallowing down his shining cock almost desperately. There’s no coconut. You can only taste yourself and when you lave your tongue across his slit it’s all Taehyung-Taehyung-Taehyung, hot and salt and bitter; he gasps and his hips jump and you take it all, lowering your head as far as you can, the head of his cock at the back of your throat before you pull up, dragging your tongue over the pulsing vein at the underside, messy and wet. You drink down the wetness of his cock, your own arousal, mixed with his, the precum that beads at his head, staring up at him, your hands sliding over the sheen of his stomach, his thighs, cupping his balls, everything slick with oil and sweat.

“Oh, God.” Taehyung’s eyes are blown and his hair is a mess and his mouth is wide open as he pants for air, watching. “Baby, baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

You suck hard, dragging your lips up from the base of the cock to the rounded tip, swirling your tongue, bobbing your head faster—

“Oh, fuck—”

—and you swallow down each wave of cum, swallow down the way his cock twitches as he spills the evidence of pleasure into your mouth, swallow down the lovely noises that shudder out of him, watching him the whole time, never wanting to look away.

When you take your mouth off his softening cock, you draw a line of kisses with your mouth, up the soft skin of his body, stomach to chest to neck to mouth. He licks the taste of coconut oil off your lips, the taste of himself off your tongue; you curl up in his lap, settled against him, the apartment’s cool air even sharper against your skin, magnified by the oil that still lingers.

(Even without the oil painted across him, Taehyung would still shine, even under the weak light from the cheap lightbulb that hangs above you.)

You feel soft and warm and small in the circle of Taehyung’s arms, pulled close, and you can hear the words in his chest as he speaks, a resonance that touches against your skin.

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs.

You pause.

“Baby, love, darling.” The endearments are sugar sweet in your mouth, soft against his skin before you pull back to look at him, confused, concerned. “Sorry for what?”

“I really—I really was just planning to do a massage, but you’re so…”

You let out a slip of laughter. The room smells of coconut and sex, but when you lay your head against Taehyung’s collarbone all you can smell is the light tinge of his sweat. You breathe in, deep, like you can hold onto that ephemeral part of him. “Oh, Tae. I’m so what?”

“You’re so good,” he says. “So good and kind and lovely and—and so beautiful. I was going to do the massage to make you happy and then… tell you. About how happy you make me.”

You burrow your head into the hollow of his neck, the way he does to you, shy. “I’m not as beautiful as you,” you reply. “Tae, you are literally the most beautiful person alive, and—God, I’ve. I’ve been. So head over heels for you.”

There’s a pause. “Really?”

When you pull back to fix Taehyung with all the surprise in your gaze, you can see that he’s surprised, too. His hair hangs into his eyes, and he looks a little unsure, like he believes you, but finds it impossible to fathom.

You leave massage oil on his cheeks when you cup his face in your hands, staring at him with wide eyes. “Kim Taehyung, I have had daily breakdowns about the intensity of my love for you to Pickles ever since we got him. You’re the first person I think about each morning—usually because we wake each other up—and the last thing I think about at night—well, usually because you end up climbing into my bed more often than not, but, it still counts,” you say. You’re both tangled together in so many ways already. “You’ve had my heart for a long time, you know. I just never thought I had a chance?”

When Taehyung kisses you, it’s brief, a hard press of his lips before he rests his forehead against yours. “You really, really have no idea how perfect you are,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted—I want to do everything for you to show you how grateful I am for everything you do for me.”

“You don’t have to,” you protest, but he just smiles.

“I don’t have to, but I want to,” he says. “Like you don’t have to look after me, but you do.”

“That’s because I love you,” you say. “Like, capital L love you.”

You’ve been so afraid of confessing, so convinced that it was an unattainable dream; that Kim Taehyung would never, could never, has never seen you as more than a friend. But the way he’s looking at you now, the way he’s touched you, the way your body still echoes with the feeling of him inside you: you’re not scared, any more. You don’t need to be.

Taehyung’s eyes are so dark and warm when he replies, easy and effortless. “I love you, too.”

Your relationship has always been a give and take, is the thing. When you climb in the shower together, he washes the oil from your back while you massage shampoo into his scalp, laughing when he makes devil horns in his hair. He catches you by surprise when he presses you against the tiles, swallowing your moans when he coaxes one final orgasm from your tired body, rubbing tight circles over your clit as you buck against his hand and water cascades over you both. His cock hardens in your hands, sliding between your legs when you press them together, tight-tight-tight, his length rubbing against your cunt as he fucks your thighs until he’s moaning and shaking and cumming again.

(The water’s cold by the time you finally climb out, but that’s okay. You giggle and kiss as you dry yourselves, each other, excuses to keep touching and feeling, driven by affection, not lust.)

When you’re both clean, and dry, Taehyung’s leg thrown over your hip as he tugs you in, flush with his body under the covers, you press your lips against the line of his jaw.

“Taehyung?”

“Yes, angel?”

You smile and hunch up even closer to him, scrunching yourself up as small as you can to plaster yourself against his side. “Thank you for the wonderful massage. Definitely the best massage I’ve ever been given, ten out of ten, would do again.”

Taehyung laughs, pressing his rectangular smile into the kiss he lays against your lips, and you think that nothing tastes better than the happiness curling his mouth.

“Love you,” he murmurs. Always romantic. “I love you love you love you.”

“Tae-honey-hyung.” And it feels so nice to not have to filter your words, to bite back that second layer of meaning, to try and keep things platonic and chaste when you speak. “I love you.”

And it feels so nice to have your Taehyung beside you, your body still aching with the press of him inside you, a good ache, a nice ache. A physical ache from good love, rather than a heartache from a love you didn’t think was reciprocated. But it is, somehow, each of you so bowled over by each other.

--

(“Hey, Pickles.”

The bearded dragon looks up at you, placid as he lounges in his tank.

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that you won’t have to put up with me ranting at you any more,” you say. “Taehyung did break out the massage oil but it’s all good. I didn’t spontaneously combust or anything, like I thought I would.”

Pickles’ tongue flicks out as he shifts, and you smile.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m done,” you finish. “Thanks, Pickles. You’re a real pal.”

Taehyung nuzzles into your neck. His arms are a tight circle around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he looks down at the reptile, too. He’s warm and solid against your back, and you lean into him, happiness tingling through you.

“I wonder how much longer we would have taken if you didn’t get that coupon for a massage therapy course,” you muse, and Taehyung chuckles, warm and lovely.

“We would have gotten there eventually. And we would have had each other until we did, anyway. Right, angel?”

Pickles stays quiet as you both kiss, but you can tell he approves.)

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Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

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iamwhoami · 3 years

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You Found Me (Chicago PD)

Chicago PD

Hailey Upton knows that her job is dangerous but never did she think that it could become dangerous for her girlfriend Y/N. Or at least she never hoped it would.

Warnings: Blood...kidnapping, all that jazz

Requested = Yes

The request asked for this to be long but I'm not exactly sure what constitutes as long so I'm just going to drag this on until I can't.

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Obviously, you knew what Hailey's job was. You knew it was dangerous but the risk of Hailey's wellbeing and constantly having to worry about her when she went to work was easily outweighed by the pros of dating her.

It was Hailey Upton after all.

"Be safe okay," You whispered before pecking Hailey on her cheek on her way out.

"You too," Hailey replied and you chuckled.

"Please, I'm a doctor, what's the worst that could happen," You smiled.

Hailey raised an eyebrow, "Don't jinx yourself."

You only shook your head in response, giving Hailey another kiss on the lips on her way out the door.

"I love you," You called and grinned as you leaned your head against the frame of the door, watching Hailey walk down the hall.

~~~

"Y/N, there's a patient in four waiting," Maggie told you the moment you walked into the ED.

"I'll be there in a moment," You replied as you fumbled through your bag, "I think I left my hospital ID in my car."

Maggie only shot you a look, "Be quick about it."

You had all intentions of being quick. It was a trip to the car, a grab from the glove department, a trip back to the ED.

That was it.

Or at least, that was all that it was supposed to be.

You felt something was wrong the moment you stepped foot out of the ED but you told yourself that you were just being paranoid. Hailey tried to keep her work as separate as possible from you but that didn't mean that you were completely oblivious to some of her cases.

You told yourself that the gruesome details of Hailey's cases were just playing with your mind and kept walking.

You should have trusted your instincts though. You should have listened to the tiny voice in your head (the one that sounded a lot like Hailey) and just turned around and head back to the

But you didn't, and you were going to regret it.

The last thing you remembered was reaching in through the passenger door to open the glove box when you felt a heavy blow to the back of your head.

Then nothing.

~~~

Maggie furrowed her eyebrows when the patient that you were supposed to be seeing complained about how long she had been waiting for a doctor.

"Hey...Nat," Maggie handed the tablet over, "Y/N was supposed to cover this one once she got her ID but the patient's still waiting. You haven't seen her have you?"

Natalie shook her head, "No, I haven't. Sorry..."

Maggie only nodded while Dr. Manning went into the room. Something wasn't right. You weren't one to just completely forget about a patient. If anything, you were the opposite.

Slightly worried, Maggie decided to check where you usually parked the car. Leaving Doris in charge of the ED for the few minutes that she would be gone, Maggie hurried out to the parking lot.

She was confused when she saw that your parking space was empty. You always parked there. Everyone at the hospital knew that it was your spot.

Completely bewildered, Maggie walked closer to the parking spot, her eyes going wide when she saw something on the pavement.

Blood.

~~~

You groaned as you slowly came back to consciousness. Your head hurt like hell but when you tried to reach up to touch it, you realized that your wrists were actually bound together.

As your vision cleared, you noticed just how dark your surroundings were and immediately jumped to the conclusion that you were in a warehouse.

Sure, you totally could have been somewhere else but it seemed like all of the victims who were held captive in Hailey's cases were kept in a warehouse sort of building.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite the dire circumstances. Someone would have noticed that you didn't return to the hospital and the police would find you soon.

And if it was Hailey and Intelligence looking for you, then you would be back in Hailey's arms in no time.

That's what you kept telling yourself.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could begin to make out details of your captivity.

Your hands were bound behind your back but your ankles weren't tied whatsoever. You knew better than to struggle against your restraints but you couldn't help but try anyways, sighing when you only ended up tightening them.

Surprisingly, you were alone and so you took the chance to stumble onto your feet as best as you could without the use of your arms and scout out the area.

Maybe your kidnappers were stupid enough to leave you an exit.

Your heart racing, you let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that panic wasn't going to help and began walking around the perimeter of the space.

~~~

"Don't even think about taking me off the case," Hailey deadpanned the moment the door to Voight's office closed.

"You really think it's a good idea for you to be working right now?" Voight raised an eyebrow, "Y/N is your girlfriend!"

Hailey pursed her lips, "I'm aware of that."

"Hailey..." Voight's voice was strangely gentle.

"No," Hailey shook her head stubbornly, "I'm not going to just sit around and wait for someone to bring Y/N back to me and every moment you waste trying to talk me out of this is time wasted on Y/N."

Voight and Hailey both knew that if Voight did bench her, she was still going to search for you, even if it meant going against her sergeant's orders.

"Fine," Voight gruffly agreed, "Go help Halstead go through your past cases. Anyone who might use Y/N as revenge on you."

Hailey gave a short nod and without another word, left the office.

Truthfully, she hadn't processed anything whatsoever, but you were out there somewhere, definitely hurt and that's all that she needed to know.

Of course, she was worried. Worried was an understatement, and once in a while, she'd catch herself thinking about the worst outcomes but stop before it got too far.

She had to stay focused on the task at hand which was to bring you home to her.

This was not the moment to break down.

~~~

You walked loop after loop around the space until your head couldn't take it anymore and you crumbled to the ground.

While walking, you had noticed a steel door but there was no way you were getting through it. Especially not with your hands tied.

Lying on the cold concrete floor, you couldn't help but start to think of worst-case scenarios. What if they never found you? What if you died before they got here? What if you never saw Hailey again?

Your thoughts were interrupted though by the sound of footsteps echoing towards the door.

You felt your heart drop and your entire body tense. Was this your kidnapper?

The door suddenly swung open and revealed two men, one significantly taller than the other.

"Well...looks like our doctor here has a little boo-boo," The shorter one snickered at your limp body sprawled on the ground.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying something you would regret later.

"I can see why the detective fell in love with her," The taller one joined in, a smirk on his face, "She's quite the catch."

The two men had both crouched down in front of you now and you couldn't help but spit out a remark.

"Fuck off."

"Oh, would you look at that," The tall man smiled sickly, "She's feisty too...just like our detective friend..."

A sudden rush of panic flowed through you as you came up with the theory that they had Hailey too.

"Oh don't worry about her," The shorter man caressed your cheek, making you flinch slightly, "It's much more fun watching her spiral from afar...speaking of fun...I think it's about time we made a call."

Before you could say anything else, the two men got up and left the room and you let out a breath. Besides your head wound, you were uninjured so far and if they were calling Hailey, then it would just give them more clues to who the men were and where you were.

Despite the fear coursing through your veins, you still tried to stay positive and so you just kept telling yourself that you would be out of here in no time.

~~~

Hailey's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she answered her phone.

"Hello detective," A cold voice reached her ear.

Immediately, Hailey flagged the attention of the rest of Intelligence and put the call on speaker.

"You might have already found out that your girlfriend is gone..." The voice droned, "Such a shame, hopefully, she didn't leave you for another woman..."

"You better not hurt her," Hailey clenched her jaw, her stomach churning as she listened to the man's voice come through the phone.

The man laughed, "Who said I took her?"

"We're going to find her," Hailey said, "And we're going to find you."

"Don't be so confident about that," The man was clearly enjoying playing Hailey like this, "Let me loop you in detective, it isn't so fun to have someone take your loved one away from you is it?"

Hailey opened her mouth to respond but the call had already disconnected.

"I think I got something," Jay called out and held up a case folder, "We put a Jameson Greene away a few weeks ago. He's doing hard time and he has two brothers who he lived with...that could be what the caller was referring to when he talked about losing someone you love."

"Hey, look at this," Kim pointed to her screen, "I pulled up street cams and managed to catch Y/N's car...we lose it after a few streets but it is going into the area that Greene lived in with his brothers. Plus, there's plenty of old warehouses around that place."

Everyone turned to look at Voight who gave a nod.

"Suit up," He said and turned around, "I want Patrol on this as well. I want everyone looking for Y/N."

~~~

"Your detective sounded pretty sure that she was going to find you," The man stroked your hair and you wanted to puke with each touch.

"That's because she will," You managed to croak out. While you only had a head injury, it was still a head injury that also hadn't stopped bleeding and on top of that, you desperately needed water.

You needed Hailey.

"You sure about that sweetheart?" The sarcasm dripped in his voice and you fought the urge to spit in his face.

"Well, I know she isn't going to stop until she does so yes," You said through gritted teeth, "She will find me."

A smirk formed on the man's face, "We'll just have to wait and see won't we, princess?"

~~~

Everyone on the team could see that Hailey was beginning to spiral. After countless door-to-door and dead-end leads, they still hadn't found you and that was taking a toll on Hailey.

"Hey," Jay stopped her before they hit the next house, "You okay?"

"I'll feel better once we find Y/N," Hailey said through gritted teeth and pushed past Jay, continuing to walk.

Jay stepped in front of Hailey, "Look, maybe you should go home...take a breather."

"Absolutely not!" Hailey narrowed her eyes, "I'm not going home until I can bring her home with me."

Jay opened his mouth to press back but was interrupted by Atwater's voice calling out.

"We got something!"

~~~

It was beginning to become harder and harder to keep your eyes open and while you were a doctor, it didn't take a doctor to understand that this wasn't a good sign.

"If your detective girlfriend doesn't come soon I'm going to have to call her again," The man snickered, "Maybe I'll have to be more specific...I'll tell her to bring wine too."

You didn't have enough strength to find a comeback as you laid on the ground, your wrists still bound together.

"Princess..." The man's voice broke through your pain, "You better keep your eyes open princess."

"Don't call me that," You breathed out, wincing at how your head throbbed with each word.

The man hummed, "What should I call you then? Would you prefer darling?"

"Chicago PD!"

In an instant, the door flung open and you were suddenly yanked up onto your feet. Despite your semi-conscious state and fuzzy vision, you could still make out the members of Intelligence rushing towards you.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were struggling to say upright long enough for someone to get you away from your captor and the next you could see the wall speeding towards you.

You felt the side of your head smash into a hard surface but before you could register any pain, everything fell black.

~~~

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing that you felt was the pounding coming from your head. As your vision cleared though, you realized that you were in a hospital room.

You had been in hospital rooms plenty of times but it didn't take very long for you to notice that you were in this room as a doctor.

"Hey...you're awake."

You didn't need to see who the voice came from to know that it was Hailey. Slowly, you turned your head and were immediately met with those blue eyes.

"You look like hell," You hoarsely croaked out.

"Right back at you," Hailey tried to keep her tone teasing but you could tell that she was holding back a lot.

You spread your arms, "Come here."

Hailey took your offer immediately, melting into your embrace.

"I'm okay," You whispered, "See, I'm okay."

"I know..." Hailey mumbled into your neck, "I know you are. I know the doctors said you were going to be fine I just-"

A sob interrupted Hailey and she buried her face deeper into your neck while you rubbed her back soothingly.

"I told those men that you would find me," You smiled, "See...I'm right as always."

Hailey let out a watery laugh and sat back up so that she could see your face.

"I'm okay Hailey," You lowered your voice, "You found me...everything is going to be okay."

"You were the one kidnapped," Hailey shook her head, "I should be comforting you."

You reached out to take Hailey's hand, "Well, there's plenty time for that too..."

"I was so worried," Hailey rubbed her eyes, "I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we didn't find you."

"Hey...hey, look at me," You squeezed Hailey's hand, "That didn't happen. You did find me and I'm okay and we're going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

Hailey nodded, "I know...it's just..."

"It's just what?" You asked softly.

"I...I couldn't remember if I had told you that I loved you back this morning when I left," Hailey bit her lip, "What if we didn't find you? What was the last thing I told you?"

You breathed out, "Hailey...you don't have to worry about that. You found me. I know you love me. We're okay..."

"I-"

"Hailey," You cupped your hands on either side of her face, "Everything's okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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You think one day of rest was enough since you can walk perfectly well now without wincing. So you wake earlier than Jimin the next day, marvelling at his features for a few moments but also fighting the urge to punch him out of giving you sleeping pills so you could oversleep and not come to work.

But now that you’ve reached the office, you feel nervous. You don’t know how to face Minhyuk. You don’t know if you could even face him.

Luckily, you don’t see him at all throughout the morning. During lunch however, when you return to the office, you see him first before he does yet he just brushes right pass you. You feel relieved yet you can’t shake off the strange feeling.

And your hunch turns out to be right when Minhyuk starts being mean from the next encounter and forward. He gets angry at you for the smallest of reasons. He doesn’t quite look at you when he gives order and when you ask him to clarify things, sometimes he would glare at you. It also doesn’t help that as you get more nervous you tend to make more mistakes.

Work feels even more exhausting when you’re mentally stressed at workplace. You come home with a headache that one night.

As soon as you prepared Jimin’s dinner, you hunt for some medicines and brings it with you as you head towards the room at the end of the hallway which you’ve somehow turned into your small office area (and your husband doesn’t seem to mind so-). You sit yourself on the sofa and shifts through the documents. The expenses report from several departments submitted during today’s meeting aren’t due for review until Friday yet Minhyuk says he wants to see it first thing next morning. You know he’s just doing it to get back at you and he’d probably ended up stacking the files on his table untouched just like the last task which means you’re doing this for naught anyway but you don’t want to give him any chance of finding your fault so here you are.

Your head feels like spinning so you quickly gulp down the medicine and force yourself to start on your work. Half an hour into it though, you don’t realize when you had fallen asleep.

You wake up next day in your own bed, perfectly tucked in while Jimin sleeps soundly next to you. You sit up almost immediately.

You look at the sleeping figure next to you, his snores are very light, you note.

Unknowingly, you inch closer to his side. You’ve always loved his smell. He just smells like... him.

You’re pretty sure he tucked you in last night. Why does he pretend to be so harsh all the time if he actually cares for you?

Maybe it isn’t impossible to build a civil relationship with him. With your husband.

You stare at his features. You can’t deny it. Jimin’s really good looking. And this good looking man is your husband. Sometimes you still have trouble believing.

Your eyes fall to his lips. His plump pink lips looks very tempting. You briefly wonder if-

Don’t.

Don’t fall for him.

And at that exact moment, Jimin’s eyes shot open while simultaneously his hand grips your right hand that hovers over his face seconds ago tightly. You freeze completely, not moving a muscle because you know he’s doing it out of reflex and you don’t want to dwell on how he’s trained for that.

His stare at you is murderous and your hand move to retreat but he kept his grip vice like on your wrist.

And you could feel the intensity slowly rising between the both of you.

You could’ve sworn his face inches closer to you and you panic instantly so you back away and sit up. Without wasting another breath, you get up and disappear into the shower.

You panic at your desk. In light of this morning’s incident, finding yourself in your bed instead of the sofa as well the tense moments with Jimin, you weren’t in the right state of mind so you completely forgot about the report Minhyuk asks you to handle yesterday.

You gather your courage to tell Irene first.

“Ah the sales reports?” She says and you nod. “Mr. Park already handed it to me first thing this morning when he arrived. I went to see Mina just now and handed the reports to Mr. Kim as well.”

O...kay. You definitely don’t expect that but you can’t help but sigh in relief. Did Jimin take it last night when he finds you in the small library room?

“Wait. If you brought the files home last night, how does Mr. Park have it?” Irene narrows her eyes at you.

Shoot. “Um- I forgot I didn’t- I mean, I just realized I didn’t bring it home at all. My head was really spinning last night and I thought I brought it home, turns out I didn’t.” You fake a smile. “Perhaps Mr. Park saw it on my table.”

Irene huffed at your answer, perhaps contemplating whether to believe you or not. She doesn’t say anything after that.

You’re at Mina’s table, discussing with her about updates on meetings with R&D team as requested by your husband when Kim Minhyuk appears from his office room, storming at you with a furious look.

“Miss Y/N, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” He shouts at you, making everyone at the office look up and you feel small immediately. “Are you even doing your job?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Kim-“

“This!” He pushes a document towards you and you look down to see the sales report yesterday.

“Is there something wrong-“

“You fucking tell me.” He snarls. “Tell me, how on earth did you organize this? I don’t understand a single thing. Did you even do it?”

You remain silent. Because he’s right. You didn’t do it. But how can you say that? What would you say to him? That your husband, the president, the CEO arranged the report?

“I honestly have no idea if you’re coming for work or you’re just fucking around.” He hisses.

You literally hear the gasps from your office mate.

You draw a breath, trying to calm yourself to face Minhyuk. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kim if you’re not satisfied but-“

“Mr. Park.” Someone says. Your stomach lurch instantly.

Both you and Minhyuk look up. Your lung drops when you sight your husband standing few metres away, his hands in his pocket.

“Jimin.” Minhyuk addresses your husband.

Jimin’s eyes are on you and you look down immediately. Anxiety starts filling you up. Is he going to shout at you too?

He crosses the distance and stops short before you and Minhyuk.

“Minhyuk.” Jimin nods at him. “Do you mind if I borrow.. my wife for a moment?”

Everyone in the room gasps including you.

You stare up at him, eyes wide in shock. He wasn’t looking at you, he was smiling at Minhyuk although you know it’s entirely a facade.

You eyes flicker to Minhyuk. His expression is priceless. You’ve never seen him in a state more shock, what with all his constant smirk or flirty expression.

“Y-your wife?” He stutters.

Jimin steps closer to you then place his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him that earns another gasp around the room. “My wife,” he reconfirms. Then towards you, he smiles briefly before he pulls you with him and leaves you at your desk before you could say anything as he walks back towards his office.

You’ve no idea what to say.

Everyone knows you’re his wife now.

And you’ve never felt so guilty towards Jimin.

Irene had never been this loud before, you think.

“Like what on earth- I really wouldn’t know! Like you know, with the way he’s treating you or literally everyone with his cold personality. Oh well, I guess that explains his stares at you.”

You stare at her. “He.. stares.. at me?”

“He does! Quite a lot actually. Caught him on a few occasions. You probably won’t notice them but I have eyes of a hawk.” She winks at you.

“You’re sure he’s not doing it to everyone?”

“Hmm he kind of does actually.. But with you- I don’t know. The look is softer, I think.” Irene says fondly.

You shake your head. “You’re exaggerating.”

“No, I’m not.” She sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone for that matter.”

You give her a small smile. “We wanted to keep it private. Don’t really wanna mix work.”

She nods at this. Then suddenly, her eyes widen at you then clasps your hand tightly. “Oh God! You really really have to forgive me.”

You frown. “You did something wrong?”

“Remember when you asked me about Clara Kim? Oh God- and I freaking told you she’s his girlfriend oh Lord- I’ve commited a huge sin, I know- and I’m so so sorry-“

You burst out laughing. She looks puzzled at first but then joins you. Then she turns serious. “But were you for real? You really don’t know who Clara Kim is?”

You bit your lips, unsure how to answer her. Then you slowly nod. “I don’t know.”

She looks at you in sympathy then leans down to whisper, “You think he’s cheating?”

You know he does. “No, I don’t think so. If he is, why would he let his wife be his secretary where she practically knows all his schedule?”

“Hmph. Makes sense, I guess.” She straightens herself then. “Okay. I’m going out to lunch. You coming?”

At that same moment, Jimin comes out. His eyes find you immediately. “Had your lunch?”

“I’m about to head out with Irene.”

“No- no Mr. Park. I forgot I actually had plans with my boyfriend. She’s all yours.” Irene says, already picking up her stuffs and standing.

You know she just made that up so you try as hard to give her the eye that you don’t wanna go for lunch with your husband now but she dashes off super quickly, leaving you with your husband.

“Come on.” He says.

You stand rooted to your spot, not budging. Jimin turns back to look at you. “I’m- I’m gonna have lunch with Mina.”

He glares at you and you almost want to cower but still holds your decision.

“Fine then.” He grunts then walks away. You heave a sigh of relief.

You don’t actually plan to have lunch with Mina. In fact, you don’t feel like going out at all. Instead, you sink back onto your chair. Your iPad in front of you flashes and you grab it instantly.

You feel your blood runs cold immediately upon seeing it.

You’re all over the news.

[REVEALED] Seoul’s most successful young CEO, Park Jimin’s wife identity revealed.

Mid this year, a large population of young women in South Korea had their hearts broken when arguably, Seoul’s most eligible bachelor, a young and good looking, successful CEO of the largest tech company, Park Jimin announced that he would be tying the knot with non-public figure woman, who’s identity remains closely kept secret.

But we finally know now who’s the girl that has stolen the heart of the heir to Parks Corporations. The woman is revealed to be __, 23 years old, currently working as secretary at Park Jimin’s own company, Bangtan Inc. It seems like the President wants to keep the wife close- much to the single ladies who’s working in the company’s heartbreak. The background of Park Jimin’s wife is yet to be known but whoever she may be, she must be reading a helluva of a prenup. Bagging South Korea’s allegedly most eligible bachelor, perhaps we can arrange a session to ask for a tip or two?

You wish the ground could swallow you whole.

Isn’t it illegal to be exposing informations of non public figure like this? Though you suppose the writer is trash anyway when he exposed your identity while clearly stating you’re a non public figure in the same line.

Wasn’t your marriage to Jimin suposed to be a secret and your identity kept hidden?

Yeah but then you yourself went to work at his company, gets harrassed that drive to the point of Jimin having to expose your relationship.

God. Both your index finger pressed each side of your temple tightly.

You’re contemplating whether you’re supposed to go back with Jimin so you decided to just go with him if he comes out of the office around the same time you’re off work but if he doesn’t then you’ll head home first and you desperately pray for the latter.

However, all hopes went down the drain when Jimin appears out of his room and only glares at you for a few seconds before you scramble to your feet and hastily packs your stuff.

And that’s how you find yourself walking timidly, very self conscious behind him as everyone stares at the two of you and you think it couldn’t get anymore embarassing at this.

Jimin is silent during the car ride. He busied himself with his iPad, leaving you fidgeting in the heavy silence. You decided to just man up and address the elephant in the room.

“J-Jimin..” you call softly. “I’m sorry it came down to this.. and now everyone knows you’re- I’m- um.. we’re-“

“Married.” He cuts you off.

You look up at him. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes still on his tab.

“We’re married.” He repeats. “Is that so hard to say?” He asks, finally looking at you.

“No- I me-“

“Nevermind.” He turns his gaze back to his tab and the conversation is over.

You don’t mean it that way but you just don’t want people looking down at him for marrying you, someone of no status and not even a decent upbringing background.

You play with the spoon on your hand, guilt still swallowing you whole. Drawing a breath, you look up at Jimin who’s drinking his glass of water. You’re both on the dining table, only sounds of cutleries can be heard.

“Jimin, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for all this to get exposed. I’m sorry.” You say softly.

His expression turns cold. “Are you?” He asks, looking straight at you with piercing eyes, making you recoil.

“What do you mean? I didn’t want this to happen either-“

“Yeah none of this would’ve happened if you just sit your ass at home, playing house or the perfect fucking wife.” He sneers. “Instead, you just have to work in my own fucking company, get yourself harrassed and left me with no choice.”

You want to answer him, that he’s being unfair because you didn’t ask to be harrassed but Jimin was raging so you stay muted.

“It’s dangerous, do you know that? Now everyone knows who my wife is and it’s fucking dangerous-“

“Why?” You cut him. “Tell me why it’s dangerous- Jimin who are you-“

He raises from his seat and leans down to you, face merely inches away and you swallow. “I’m a dangerous person darling.. I can snap your neck in two and you won’t see it coming.” He says as his fingers touch your neck, in an act that seems as if it’s caressing it but you know better. “And now that everyone knows who you are.. that means they can come and snap your neck too baby. But of course, you wouldn’t see it coming. And that’s what happens when you don’t listen to me. Not when I tell you to quit your fucking job, not ever.”

He raises again, standing upright before turning on his wheels and leaves you. You struggle to calm your erratic breath and nerves. And finally, you let the tears flow.

That night too, you wrote the resignation letter.

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Beep, beep! Beep, beep!

“Yes!” Seokjin cheered, immediately ending the massage he’d been giving you. He tapped your ass lightly as he got off you. “Okay, let’s pack it up. My turn.”

You twisted your neck to catch a look at him from where you were lying braless and belly down on your bed. “What? That can’t have been fifteen minutes.” Although despite your complaints, you sat up, reaching for your t-shirt to throw back on.

“You’re right. I think you extended the alarm an extra fifteen when I wasn’t looking.” Smartass. You hit his stomach with the back of your hand, he just exhaled dramatically. “Oooff.”

“Get on your stomach,” you rolled your eyes.

He had his purple t-shirt off immediately, throwing it in your face playfully. You did not see the funny side, staring him daggers, but he didn’t seem to care, lying down and in turn giving you the perfect view of the never-ending expanse of his back and shoulders. He turned his head to look at you “Don’t get moody. Fair is fair.”

He was right you supposed. Those wore the rules. He massages you, you massage him. Those fifteen minutes always seemed to go by so fast though… It was much better to be the receiver than the masseuse. But yes, fair was fair.

You sat astride Seokjin’s ass, gripping his waist to roll playfully into him. “Stop being a pervert,” he groaned.

“As if you don’t do it to me.”

He had nothing to say back to that, you were right, so off you got to work, massaging the muscles of his back slowly and thoroughly, working your way up to his shoulders then back down, all the way to his waist, circling the flesh with your thumbs. And all the while trying really hard to ignore, what can only be described as, the most obnoxious sex noises you’d ever heard in your entire life. Not that they were new to you. He always did it.

“Seokjinnn,” you whined. “This is why I don’t like massaging you.”

He gasped, majorly affronted, and lifted his neck. “What am I doing?”

“Um, you sound like you’re getting fucked in the ass.”

“Oh.” He paused, sounding smug when he continued. “I know what that sounds like.”

“Shut up,” you clipped, pushing him. Boy was never going to stop bragging about how you’d let him do you in the ass – on multiple occasions now.

You carried on massaging him, knowing the minutes were passing by. Just less than halfway now, this torture was nearly over. You kneaded the small of his back, eliciting yet another loud moan from him. “Seriously, you’re doing it on purpose now!” His laugh confirmed just that. “Jin, stop. My neighbours will complain.”

He laughed harder but had the decency to sound apologetic when he spoke. “They would’ve long complained by now.”

Thankfully, after that, he stopped teasing you, letting you finish the rest of the massage in peace. When your phone alarm finally went off, you reached for it, feeling him begin to turn under you. You shifted, raising yourself up as he rolled onto his back. You were checking your notifications by this point, distracted, so when you sat back down on him you were surprised at what you felt.

“What the hell is that?” You questioned, bouncing from his erection in surprise. Where had it even come from? You dropped your phone to the bed to cross your arms, looking down at him judgingly.

“I think I turned myself on.” At least he seemed vaguely confused. Only he could turn himself on by fake moaning. He looked at you, gaze, what, hopeful? You knew what was coming. “Wanna... massage something else?”

You kept your arms crossed. “What’s in it for me?” Two massages back to back was unheard of, even if one was his dick.

He pretended to think, bringing a hand up to his chin. “Hm. The inner fulfilment of giving me an orgasm?” You rolled your eyes, reaching for your phone. That panicked him. “Wait, I was just jo–”

He shut up when he saw you click on the clock app, bringing up timer once more. You set the time, looking down at him before you hit start, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. Inside you really wanted to get your hands on him. “If you don’t cum in ten minutes, you don’t cum at all.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re making it competitive? That’s hot.” Of course he’d find that hot, it shouldn’t surprise you. He grinned. “But also easy. Should’ve made it five.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. Devious as ever, just like the smirk on your face. He caught on straight away. “No cheating,” he warned, point a finger your way. He wasn’t even distracted when you pulled his shorts down, boxers with them. “Seriously, no cheating.”

You didn’t reply, smirk now a grin as you placed your phone next to him and settled your ass on his thighs, knees either side of him. “Ready, set, GO!”

You hit start, attention now on his cock, bobbing against his abs. Instead of making a beeline for it like he expected, you placed your hands on each thigh, giving them a quick squeeze before you started to trace your fingernails up and down the skin.

He groaned loudly, already assuming you were cheating. “You’re wasting time!” The large vein in his neck looked mighty angry.

“I’m making it better,” you insisted. “Making you more sensitive.” It was working too. Goosebumps has started to pop up and you could feel the slightest of trembling under your fingertips. Seokjin had always had sensitive thighs, especially when you mouth was on them – but it was strictly hand stuff right now. This was a massage after all. A dick massage.

On cue, said dick twitched and he made a noise of indignation. “I’m already super sensitive when it comes to you. You’ve literally wasted a min–”

He shut up instantly when he felt your left palm squeeze around the base of him, twitching once again. You wrapped your right hand around the shaft, closer to the head. This would be a two hand job. (Two hand-job – hah!) You brought them up, and then down, soon making a constant rhythm as you jerked him off.

“Fuck,” he muttered, gaze practically burning a hole into his cock. His stomach clenched. He loved when you used two hands on him, loved how he still had a bunch of length left even with both your fists wrapped around him.

“A little faster,” he prompted, hips riding up a little, hungry for pleasure. You obeyed, almost as if you couldn’t help it – you couldn’t, stopping the hand on his base to squeeze tight, letting your right hand get to work. You jerked him quickly, the new pace startling him, especially when you started gliding your fist over the head, gaining a rhythm that had him rocking his hips up into you. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmured, almost strained as he held his breath.

Damn, no matter how hot this was, you weren’t going to let him cum this easily. You removed the hand at his base and slowed the movement of your right, still gliding over the sensitive flesh of his head, just leisurely now.

“You’re evil.” He whined, voice heavy and thick. You just chuckled.

He was itching for you to go faster, bucking into you every now and then, until he lost patience entirely. “That’s cheating,” you told him once he’d wrapped his hand around yours, guiding your motions and in turn speeding you up.

“You’re slowing down on purpose.” Would he ever stop whining? Probably not. So you let him guide you – mainly because it was always so hot when he did. You couldn’t explain it.

He instantly made your strokes faster, shorter, concentrating on just the tip as he glided your palm over him again and again. His breath was quickening, concentration locked in his eyes as he stared up at you, almost silently begging you not to mess around anymore.

You traced the fingertips of your free hand along his thigh, feeling him tense up immediately as you leant forward. He felt your grip tighten around his cock and let out a groan, knowing you’d given into his motions. Slowly, still a little hesitant, he loosened his hold on your hand and dropped it to the bed, trusting you to carry on.

You did. You jerked him quickly, firmly, listening to his quiet moans. He noticed your gaze travel to the phone by his head. “How long’s left?”

You shrugged, not done teasing him yet as the smallest of smiles appeared on your face. “I don’t know.”

You did know. He had just under five minutes – well, nearly four… Still unable to quit messing around your left hand stretched out, fingers pinching his nipple. “Get off,” he groaned, brushing you away. He sounded annoyed now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you laughed. Didn’t sound very genuine.

“Baby, please,” he murmured, linking your fingers together. He’d resorted to begging now, your grip loosening unintentionally with all that distraction. He brought your hand to his balls, directing you to massage them as he helped. “Make me cum.”

Now he was just playing dirty. You couldn’t not let him cum when he was speaking like that, looking at you like that. You were instantly a woman on a mission, knowing exactly what to do in order to make him lose it. His breathing quickened once again, ab muscles clenching with the pressure, thighs stiffening under your ass, balls tightening as you rolled over them with your palm.

Not long after, he came with a grunt, a hand gripping you tight at the waist, and the annoying Beep, beep of your phone alarm. You ignored it of course, stroking him for all he was worth as he came across his stomach, body slowly relaxing as his dick followed suit, growing limp.

It was only then that you let go, leaning over for your phone to knock that annoying shrill off. When you looked Seokjin’s way he was smiling up at you, stroking the inside of your thigh with his thumb. Orgasms always turned him soft. However, playtime for you was not over.

“You lost.”

The smile fell from his face instantly. “What? I came before the alarm.”

“You were halfway coming.”

“You didn’t mention anything about that. You can’t go making things up to suit you.” He was outraged. He hated losing. “Besides, you purposely slowed down towards the end. It wasn’t–”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting out with laughter. He stopped abruptly, realising you were only joking around with him. He’d managed to succeed – by the skin of his teeth you may add, but it was still an accomplishment.

“Mean,” he tutted, grabbing your hips. “You’re mean.” He pulled you down to meet his mouth, kissing you loudly. “Give the best hand jobs though.”

You squealed all the way, trying to angle your body and clothing away from the cum puddle settled on his stomach. “Don’t get cum on me.”

He pushed you back, looking baffled. “You did this.”

In your hand, your phone started vibrating, kicking into tune. “Oh,” you looked over, seeing your best friend’s face. “Lina’s facetiming me.”

“Ignore it.”

“No can do.” You caught the look on his face. “What? I haven’t seen her all week.” You weren’t being unreasonable, were you?

“Babe, I’m lying here practically naked.” You weren’t particularly listening, sitting back up to answer the call. “You can’t—

“Lina, hi,” you greeted, speaking quickly. “I’m going to mute myself, one sec, I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay! Why? What are you doing?”

You didn’t reply, muting her and placing the phone face down on the mattress as Seokjin looked at you in mildly irritated disbelief. “You can’t just leave me like this!”

“Funny because I am,” you shrugged. “I’ll be on the couch. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she can’t see anything.”

You started to move, climbing off him. “Don’t you dare.” He warned, looking at you with wide eyes. You didn’t listen.

“Come say hi when you’re decent,” you grinned, stopping to dip your pinkie in a blob of his cum. You brought it to your mouth, swiping it clean with your tongue. “Byeee!”

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, pushing his head back into the pillows in pure (melodramatic) despair.

Grabbing your phone, you made sure to keep Seokjin hidden, holding it your chest until you were safely sat on your couch, perfect view of your boyfriend in all his shame-filled naked glory.

You unmuted Lina, your face filling the camera. “Okay, I’m back!”

“What were you doing?” She asked again, visibly confused and curious.

“Nothing,” you dismissed, shaking your head as you grinned.

She narrowed her eyes, knowing you all too well. “Why do you have that evil grin on your face?”

From your bed, hidden from Lina, Seokjin shouted loudly. “BECAUSE SHE IS EVIL!”

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chimchimsauce · 4 years

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XS (IX - Jesus)

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“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

YN would have never thought that gangs would be so formal. She supposes they must be, to make sure no one steps out of line. Still, it's never been something she's thought about until this moment.

Rows and rows of tatted and terrifying men stand in identical black suits, all expressionless in the grand hall the ceremony is taking place in. YN can't even see the back of the crowd. There's no way this can just be the higher-ups in the gang. This has to be everyone.

In the very front of the room, YN stands to the left of her husband. Taehyung is sporting a bright red suit, something so eye-catching that you'd be able to pick him out of the crowd from a mile away. On YN's left, Jungkook and a few other people YN hasn't met yet stand in their own black suits, a single red rose in their breast pockets. It makes YN nervous. Her eyes scan over all the assembled gang members, wondering if any of them are going to try and pull something that could get her killed. Taehyung notices YN's slight squirming and moves to hold her hand, squeezing it. YN gets the message and stops moving, hoping that she hasn't pissed him off too much.

A few feet away from Taehyung, Taehyung's father and his wife stand mirroring YN and Taehyung, the older man beaming with pride.

"I always knew you'd be the perfect heir, Taehyung," his father says quiet enough for just the four of them to hear, "You've always been tough, so much stronger than your brother."

"Brother? Taehyung has a brother?"

Out of the side of YN's eye, she notices the stiffening of one of the men she hasn't had the displeasure of meeting yet. She guesses that he's probably Taehyung's brother. YN looks at him as discreetly as possible. This nameless man does not look a thing like Taehyung. Their body builds, heights, and face shapes are vastly different. But now that YN is looking, she can tell that this man is definitely Taehyung's brother if for no other reason than he looks a lot like Taehyung's father.

He looks over and locks eyes with YN and she gasps slightly in surprise, looking away from him. She doesn't want to make any enemies and she thinks the best possible way to do this is to not have anything to do with anyone. It'll be incredibly lonely, but at least she won't be worrying about getting attached when she eventually finds a way out of this.

Someone must have sent out a signal because the entire room's atmosphere changes. If YN thought it was stiff before, it's stifling now. An elderly man opens the door at the far end of the other room, walking incredibly slowly. It gives YN flashbacks from yesterday's wedding and she's glad that it's not her going down the aisle anymore.

It takes several tense minutes for the suited old man to make it to the front. His face is wrinkled like a pug's, rolls of skin covering his eyes his cheeks drooping. He walks with the assistance of a golden cane he grasps tightly with his liver-spotted hand. The old man struggles to make it up to the stairs and no one moves to help him, even though YN would if she wasn't afraid of the possible consequences.

It makes it after forever and stands between Taehyung and his Father, reaching out to both of them and placing their hands in his own, folding them one on top of each other gently. He stands as still as death, whispering something in what YN believes is Italian but could honestly be Greek for all she knows. He prays for several minutes with his eyes closed and YN is captivated.

She hasn't been here for very long but already she can tell how oddly religious this gang is. There are paintings of Catholic saints all over the walls in this room and a giant marble Jesus statue is behind them.

The irony is not lost on her. YN has never met a man as unholy as Taehyung.

When he's done, the priest slides a ring Taehyung's father is wearing and slides it onto Taehyung's finger. The old man raises Taehyung and his Father's hands above his head before releasing them. Taehyung and his father turn wordlessly and walk to the Jesus statue, dipping their hands into a basin of water in front of it. The old man wobbles towards them and flicks water on Taehyung before reaching into his white robes and pulling out a bottle of ash. He smears it on Taehyung's forehead and then replaces it into his clothing, inching his way down the stairs and slowly exiting the room.

YN allows herself to relax. It's finally over.

"Get ready to hit the deck," Taehyung says, leaning over and pretending to kiss her forehead.

"Wha-" YN starts.

She never gets the chance to finish her sentence. Taehyung drops to the ground and rips YN's ankle towards him, causing her to fall flat on her back. The breath gets knocked out of her when she hits the ground hard. YN doesn't have time to process what's going on as the other men next to her fall just as quickly, all of them as close to the ground as possible.

Looking into the crowd, YN sees why. People wearing red scarves around their heads have barged into the room carrying guns of all shape and size. Men scream as bullets begin to fly overhead, landing in several of the attendees.

"Taehyung?!" YN shrieks, looking back at her husband in terror.

There's a massacre going on.

He doesn't look the least bit bothered, beginning to army crawl deeper onto the stage they're on.

"Crawl unless you wanna die, Spitfire," he says, grinning at her.

A psychopath. Taehyung is a psychopath.

Still, she crawls after him, all of her body aching with every movement. A bullet flies into a marble pillar next to her head and she screams, freezing and putting her arms over her head. It's too much. She doesn't know what to do, frozen in fear.

A hand touches her waist and she whips her head around to look at who it is. It's that driver.

"Come on," he says, "I know you're scared, but we gotta go."

YN looks at him through wet eyes and nods once, determined to get out of this alive. She tries to tune out the gunshots and the yelling as best she can, focusing on crawling after Jungkook's gigantic black shoes. It takes all of her mental strength to move her arms and drag herself across the floor. The driver flanks her directly, shielding her from behind.

Once she's behind the gigantic Jesus statue, YN can see an opened hole in the ground. Jungkook hops down confidently and shaking badly, YN chucks off her heels and slides into the hole, worried that the drop will be too high.

"I got ya, Princess," Jungkook says, grabbing YN's waist and helping her into the darkness. The driver drops down immediately after and closes the latch, closing it and locking it with the mechanism in it.

The small tunnel they're inside of is lit will slights every yard or so. The group waltzes down the path like they haven't just escaped a shooting. YN can barely stand.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Jungkook says patronizingly.

"Fuck off," she hisses.

Ignoring the way she trembles, YN yanks her stupid long dress up as high as she can, walking barefoot. She must look a mess.

"Awe, looks like she can do something for herself," Jungkook sneers, "Taehyung, you really should have picked someone a little smarter."

YN really wants to give him a piece of her mind but right now it's everything she can do not to pass out. She barely got any sleep, her body hurts from everything Taehyung did to her and she hasn't eaten since she was first kidnapped.

"You're such an asshole," is the best she can do.

"She's so pretty though," Taehyung says, causing YN's skin to crawl, "I don't mind her being a little slow."

She hates him. The group falls silent. For several minutes, no one says anything at all.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?!" YN asks, frustrated and terrified.

"Don't ask questions, darling. That's not very becoming for a woman," Taehyung says, turning his head around and smiling at her, "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

Taehyung waves his hand in the air.

"But don't worry, YN. You'll find out soon enough."

YN doesn't dare press him further. Dread lays heavy in her stomach.

After traveling for quite some time more, Taehyung stops at what looks like just another piece of the hallway, rapping his knuckles against it three times. A secret door swings inwards and Taehyung steps into it, everyone following them.

When YN is inside the room, she sees a few more men with red ties around their heads. They stand with a hostage on his knees, the man's face concealed with a burlap bag.

"Good job, men," Taehyung says.

They bow their heads to him in appreciation.

"Let me see him."

One of the guards pulls the burlap sack off and YN's eyes widen.

Chapter Ten

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halstudandruz · 4 years

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Always Have, Always Will ~ Part 3

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Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Sequel to Part 1 & Part 2

Warnings: Swearing

It had been about a month since Will found out. He avoided you and Jay at all costs only talking to you when he absolutely had to at work and you still felt just as guilty as before. Which only caused you to get into your own head. Yeah, you loved Jay but was it just the old Jay you loved? You both were different people now and that scared the hell out of you.

“Jay, do you want olives?” You yelled from the kitchen pulling the jar out when he came walking.

“No, I hate olives.” He answered coming up to wrap his arms around your waist.

“What?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“I hate olives, and so do you. Why do you even have them?” He asked, but you went stiff in his grip.

“Cause you love them, what do you mean you hate olives? You used to eat a jar a day.” You explained grabbing a hold of his wrists to loosen his arms around you.

“I know, that probably wasn’t good for my blood pressure. They got a little old after eating them so much.” He chuckled.

“But..what about the olive theory?” You turned to face him and a confused look came over his face.

“Why do you look like you're about to have a meltdown over olives?” He looked at you concerned taking in your features. Your mind was running rapidly, your chest starting to tighten.

“Because I am!” You exclaimed causing Jay to take a step back to get a good look at you by putting space between the two of you.

“Babe-“ He started going to grab your shoulders but you shrugged him off.

“I just..I need a minute.” You shook your head slipping past him into your room to shut the door. Tears were crowding your eyes and you were starting to breathe harder pacing around the room when Jay quietly earned.

“Babe. [Y/N]. Hey, come here. Talk to me.” He reached for you, setting you down on the bed beside him as you stared down at your shaking hands, “what’s going on?” His hand ran through your hair.

“I’m just scared. Terrified actually.” You admitted glancing at him.

“Of what?” He questioned grabbing a hold of your hands, steadying them.

“It’s just...we’re such different people now. Ya know? I feel like I know nothing about you.” You explained.

“[Y/N]..” Jay sighed.

“No, I’m serious. You’ve gone through things I can’t even begin to fathom. I mean obviously that has to change you, right? We’re not these teenagers who were clueless about the real world anymore. What..what if the people we are today just don’t fit like we used to?” You looked down into your lap, and were surprised to hear a small laugh come from Jay.

“Look here,” he whispered tilting my chin up with a finger, “no, we aren’t the same people we used to be, and yes we have a lot to learn about each other again. A lot of stories to catch up on, but we’re only the people we are today because of those clueless 18 year olds. We may have been through some shit since then, but I know with my whole heart you are still that stubborn, smart, gorgeous girl I fell in love with and that is the part of you I know I’ll always have.” He smirked at you, palm against your cheek.

“What if I can’t save you from everything you’ve gone through?” You worried.

“Baby girl, I don’t expect you to save me from anything. I just need you here that’s it and I know everything will be okay as long as I have that.” He assured you.

“I love you Jay Halstead.” You bit your lip.

“Even if I don’t like olives anymore?” He joked making you giggle.

“Even if you don’t like olives anymore.” You nodded leaning into to kiss him deeply, breaking when his phone began to ring. Sighing moved to dig it out of his pocket,

“I swear I’m gonna get rid of these.” He complained before answering, “What? Yes. Okay see you soon.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Ruzek said they’re on their way to Molly’s.” He explained kissing your forehead as you nodded both moving around to change before going to meet with his team.

It was the first time you were actually going to be around them so you were sufficiently nervous walking over to their table Jay’s hands clasped tightly with yours.

“Hey, wait I know you!” Mouse looked at you intently.

“What? You sleep with Greg too?” Erin asked eyes on you.

“I-I uhm no?” You choked out nervously under her intense gaze, only relaxing a little when a smile took over her face.

“I’m kidding, come on sit down.” She patted the seat beside her.

“You’re the girl from the picture.” Mouse continued his thought.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Mouse.” Jay jumped in giving him a hard stare that seemed to be some kind of warning.

“But it’s her isn’t it?” He defended pointing at you.

“Mouse. Drop it.” Jay scolded. Causing Mouse to put his hands up defensively nodding his head. You knew better than to push with Jay sitting there so you dropped it as well falling into conversation with those around you. Well until Jay went to get drinks and the rest of the team dispersed to mingle, leaving you alone with Greg.

“So, spill.” You rested your head on your hands smirking at Mouse once it was just the two of you.

“Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed Jay could probably break me in two.” Mouse raised an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe, but then I’d yell at him so it wouldn’t really be worth it.” You shrugged sighing loudly Mouse looked over his shoulder to see Adam and Jay still standing at the bar.

“Okay, he just..he had this picture the entire time we were in the army. Never left it alone, always had it in his pocket. You know like most guys do. Have pictures of their family and girlfriends. Anyway he was so attached to it one night we thought it’d be funny to take it and hide it when he was showering. No big deal right? He can just get someone to send him another. But he freaked. Said he couldn’t get another, tore his bed apart. I’m his best friend and anytime I asked he just avoided the conversation. We just figured you died or something.” He explained shrugging.

“Alive and in the flesh.” You joked just as Jay arrived with your drinks,

“What were you talking about?” He questioned looking between you two suspiciously.

“Football.” You both answered at the same time giving each other a surprised look. You were going to like this kid.

An hour or so later you had come out of the bathroom just in time to bump right into Will, who was coming back the hall. Laughing bitterly he shook his head turning to go right back where he came from,

“Wait no! Will just..” You begged, grabbing a hold of his arm which was tense underneath your fingers. He turned to face you, jaw tight, body stiff. “Listen I know you’re mad and you have every right to be. Hate me all you want, but don’t hate Jay, please. He’s your brother.” You pleaded.

“That’s exactly the issue, [Y/N]. He’s my brother and he had no problem stabbing me in the back.” He shot back, anger clear in his tone.

”You know as well as I do that every morning he wakes up it might be his last. He’s really not all that careful.” You admitted blinking down at the floor, voice shaky. Sighing loudly Will ran a hand through his hair,

“I’m still so pissed. At both of you, but Jay’s right I played a part in this too. I should’ve been upfront and honest with both of you and I wasn’t. I knew in the back of my head something like this was going to happen. I’m not stupid [Y/N]. I could clearly see you never felt about me the way you did about him, and you were never going to. It wasn’t fair of me to expect you to, and it wasn’t fair of me to put you in that position that day at the hospital. It was petty of me.” Nodding you reached for his hand,

“I’m really sorry.” You apologized looking at his now relaxed face.

“Me too,” He gave you a small smile.

“You want to grab a drink with us? I’ll buy.” You bit your lip making him laugh,

“Yeah I’m not quite ready for that yet, give me another couple months.” He winked at you, squeezing your hand before turning to walk away. Swallowing hard you closed your eyes to run a hand down your face before feeling strong arms encircle you,

“If you wanted a quickie in the bathroom you could’ve just come and got me.” Jay whispered into your ear making you jump.

“Where’d you come from?” You asked, turning to face him.

“Well I came to find you and saw you talking to Will. So, I kinda avoided that one. Trying to explain black eyes aren’t as fun as it may seem.” He chuckled, “How’d it go?” He asked looking down at you.

“Pretty well actually.” You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“He still pissed?” Jay questioned

“Well yeah, but I think it’s gonna be okay.” You smiled up at him.

“How couldn’t it be when I have you in my arms?” He grinned tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips, “Ready to go?” Nodding you grabbed his hand letting him lead you out of the bar after saying goodbyes to his friends. Jay grabbing your hand over the center console as you headed to his place,

“So like Kim and Adam are totally boning right?” You started the conversation.

“What?” Jay looked at you confused.

“Are they not dating?” You questioned.

“They were engaged actually, but then they broke up.” He explained.

“So friends with benefits then?” You negotiated, they were definitely still sleeping with each other, there are few things better than your girl instinct and you very clearly saw the looks they shot each other all night.

“What? No, they’re broken up.” He reiterated.

“Honey, you may be one hell of a detective but you don’t always have the best intuition.” You joked as silence filled the car for a couple minutes before Jay broke it again,

“Oh my god, they’re totally still fucking.” Jay looked over at you wide eyed causing your laugh to fill the truck.

Crawling into bed with Jay that night you wrapped your body comfortably around his listening to his heart beat against your ear, and that’s when you decided to take the leap.

“Do you still have it?” You wondered.

“Have what?” Jay looked down at you skeptical look on his face.

“The picture.” You answered.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jay sighed moving to grab his phone but you snatched it away from him giving him a look,

“Why didn’t you ever tell him about me?”

“I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.” He shrugged, and even in the dimly lit room you could see the pink tint on his cheeks.

“Loving me is embarrassing?” You replied.

“You know that’s not what I mean. It’s just..everyone carries around pictures of their wives and their kids and I just have one of my ex girlfriend. Then I’d have to be the one who admitted I broke up with you. Relive the biggest mistake of my life. Have to listen to all the guys make fun of me and call me an idiot, because I was. I don’t know it was just a conversation I didn’t want to have.” He confessed.

“Well..do you?” You asked again.

“Yes, of course I still have it.” He chuckled.

“Can I see it?” Beg coming out a little, huffing Jay unwrapped himself from your walking to his dresser to retrieve his wallet. Laying back down beside you he opened it pulling out numerous cards before the picture emerged behind them. Handing it to you.

“I completely forgot about this picture.” You admired it, torn edges, little tears along the side, color faded showing the wear it had been through.

“It’s always been my favorite.” He smiled lovingly.

“Why?”

“It’s not posed. It’s not fake. It’s just us and we look so happy. Like nothing in the world could ever stop us. Get in the way of us, but then...I let it.” Jay explained. You remembered the day it was taken very clearly. Seated on Jay’s lap in his backyard as he sang to you the song that was playing on their old radio, Jay’s mom sneaking up on you to capture the moment.

“Jay.” You sighed, grabbing a hold of his hand to entwine your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I pushed you away. I just was doing what I thought was best for you regardless of how much it might’ve hurt at the time, but then I never stopped. Every time I thought of you, it just...hurt the exact same as it did the day I left, and I swear god my life flashed before my eyes whenever I watched Will put his arm around you.” He shook his head, jealousy seeping into his voice.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was hoping if I faked it then it would somehow become real and I wouldn’t have to miss you anymore.” You admitted.

“I’m just glad you came back to me.” He said brushing a piece of hair beside your ear.

“Why do you still carry it around?” You wondered.

“Regardless if I’m over there or here it’s still the only thing that got me through.” He grinned leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You know I could’ve been married. You could’ve been jacking off to a picture of some other guy's wife.” You teased.

“Haha, you’re so funny.” Jay said sarcastically, rolling his eyes before flipping you underneath him to cover your face and neck in kisses causing you to laugh loudly as the picture fell out of your hand onto the floor. He didn’t really need it anymore. He had the real thing in front of him again to help him through whatever he may face.

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kwrittink · 3 years

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WRONG - COLLAPSE

Pairing: F!Reader x AdoptedBrother!Jungkook

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut

Warnings: Language, sexual themes (female oral, male oral), explicit description of sexual interactions

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You weren't one to often pay mind to gossip - only when Mou inevitably blurted out the latest news on the office - but the following days to the news about Park JiMin's recent love interest you were trying to be aware of anything, glad and wary of not being recognized yet.

There was no sign of him though, making you wonder if he was upset, and if you should contact him to check on things, but work piled up a little that day so you decided to have a go once you got home.

"Shall we go home?" Kim TaeHyung was, on the other hand, completely at ease with the whole ordeal - or so he looked like - even after you showed him the pictures from Mou's phone. He had even joked that he felt partially guilty about how things turned out to be in the end, all with a soft and reassuring smile while agreeing that, since no one besides close friends knew it was you, everything would be okay in a while.

"Sure, let me just take note of the touch-up for this piece and..." Your chair was turned slowly but firmly as you scribbled in the tablet, thoughts cut short as you felt his presence looming over you. Hesitantly, you glanced up to find a smirking TaeHyung holding the arms of your rolling chair.

"When I say home I mean singular, Y/N." He whispered, eyebrows twitching up suggestively, a move that you've only heard from Mou about since he had been fooling around a bit before you two started hanging - and the girls from the company apparently were really good on profiling people. You had some questions to them. "So I'll ask again: Let's go to one of our homes?"

Your mouth was gaped and you could barely feel your fingers, reacting so obviously to his flirting that made his grin widen in satisfaction as he registered your flustering.

"Hey, you guys leaving- Is everything okay?" Hoseok popped from the other side of the divisor, frowning as he saw the positions you two were in. Apparently no one had told him that you and the TI trainee have been smooching, so the scene might have looked weird.

"Yeah, we were just about to decide where to watch today's game but Y/N's a little indecisive," TaeHyung explained and you tilted your head even more confused, never aware there was a game in the first place.

"Oh that League of Heroes or something of the sort? Never knew you were into that Y/N," As on cue, NamJoon also decided to appear to call you out and that made the friend in front of you back up a little, adopting a slightly more composed posture. It was a fact that NamJoon made him feel intimidated and you kind of liked that. To his inquiry, you only shrugged.

"Legends, you old man," Hobi chuckled, making your best friend roll his eyes at him shortly before he turned back to you with a small wince. "And I would invite myself over too, but I don't really care about the semifinals, actually."

"Shame, we could all do a slumber party at mine's" you tsk, trying to play it off, ignoring the look NamJoon was giving you, for some unknown reason. If he could have fun around, you could too.

After quickly assembling your stuff, you followed TaeHyung to the elevator, both suddenly growing silent as looking at each other and sharing an accomplice smile.

You weren't sure what exactly was entailing you two hanging out at your place and neither how far you wanted to go with him, but all things considered, TaeHyung was something easy and chill in your life, currently. You needed to talk to him about your relationship, though.

As soon as you stepped into the empty elevator - a given since the company managed the working hours to avoid crowding - TaeHyung pulled your elbow, twirling your body around for the second time in that afternoon and pulling you closer, his free hand immediately pressing at the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss that almost made your mind shortcut; if you weren't sure before of his intentions while going to your apartment today, now it was perfectly clear by the way his tongue laved on yours, the palm once around your arm inching down your back dangerously.

The machine dinged warning your arrival to the lobby and you detached yourself from him in the quickest - but gentlest - way you could, practically stumbling out the doors as they opened. You were sure that your hair was a mess and your face was flushed, so hurrying out of the company was a must. It's enough the show that the security guards had, you thought to yourself, not even daring to glance at the main desk while pulling a smug TaeHyung behind you.

Didn't take too long to get a car thought, the weekend was near and people were heading home earlier than expected. In a way, you were glad of being able to get home faster and, to give a rest to your wobbling knees. It had been a while feeling like this.

Your love life hasn't been moving since the end of college - since the fateful day when JungKook walked out on you - so you were a little out of practice with all of that. Sure, you weren't blind and had a crush once or twice but nothing serious or that you had made an effort to evolve or pursue. In fact, TaeHyung had been the result of a drunken impulse, for you were so angry at him that day after unconsciously blurting out about your birthday to your clients - the follow up of you inviting them to your social gathering was completely your fault - that it turned you on enough to take the opening he gave you in the kitchen. That maybe had to do with JungKook being at the party as well, you had to admit.

But just a tiny bit.

Engrossed on the scenery outside, you barely noticed when TaeHyung scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his with delicacy.

"Can't help but remember your birthday party," he started softly, the deep baritone of his voice making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. "That kiss... Maybe because that time you kissed me I can't stop thinking about it." The whisper near your ear made you shudder lightly as you turned to stare him in the eye, gaze falling on his lips instead, unable to utter a single word.

He smiled softly at your lack of response, almost shy. "I've been meaning to gather courage and ask you out, but I did this instead, sorry."

"Why you're sorry?"

"Because I decided to cut to the chase instead." The tilt of your head made him snicker, head rolling to the side a little before looking back at your face. "I wanted to treat you to dinner, walk a little before dropping you off your apartment, and maybe be invited in, you know?"

You smiled at him, hand dropping to his thigh. "I don't mind you decided to be direct," you said, glad of how his eyes widened slightly at your discreet move to reciprocate his intentions. The whole thing looked less serious that way, exactly what you needed it to be. "I like it better like this." The muttered phrase was a manner to convey what you wanted to talk about, perhaps later on, when you were more focused on the subject.

"Good," he hummed, his palm meeting the back of your hand again, this time moving it upwards his crotch, offering a feel of the hardening bulge inside his pants. "Because I've been wanting you for a while now." You couldn't help biting your lower lip. Not really a fan of being this bold at public spaces - not that the backseat of the taxi was that exposing but still - yet TaeHyung's lingering stare had the pit of your stomach twisting.

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It wasn't long before the taxi pulled up to your address and both of you hopped off in the most discreet way you could without looking too hurried, TaeHyung insisting on paying the driver and calm down a bit after riling himself up so much in the backseat - you weren't thinking about the small walk to your door when you just kept gliding your fingers over the strain on his slacks, enjoying the way TaeHyung clenched his jaw -, eyebrow quirking at you when the driver started counting the change.

You felt giddy. Impatient and already slightly damp, really excited for the whole obvious event that was a few meters from happening. In your defense, you had focused so much on being a successful woman and improving your craft that relationships were put aside easily - sure, there was JungKook as a reason too - so the whole thing with TaeHyung felt like a first all over again. That didn't stop you from practically yanking the man out of the car by the hand, handing him your coat and bag to hold over his still glaring boner and hurry to your home.

Since you lived on the first floor, it was a no-brainer to take the stairs once noticing the elevator was on the higher floors, so it was safe to say you were really determined to get under the man you currently guided by the hand through the badly lit stairs. Your keys were even in your hand.

As you pushed the stairwell door TaeHyung pulled your hand back, pushing your body to the wall beside it and holding your face with his big hands, his body also pressed to yours. "Fuck, I like seeing you like this, so eager and hurried... Do you want to-"

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted both of you, whole body tensing as you glanced to the side.

"Sorry, seems like I've beaten you to getting home, Miss Y/L/N." The dry tone from none than Jeon JungKook as he stared at you two from the door of your apartment was what made you push TaeHyung away, face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and fury because of course, he'd be the one there to witness that exchange between you and TaeHyung for the second time and dampen your plans to finally get some and pluck him out of your head. Probably.

"What are you doing here?" You blurted out, walking towards his figure, barely noticing how he hid a bag behind himself as he eyed your company trailing behind you. He was dressed casually as he'd just went to his house after his shift, showered, and got his comfiest - but still put together - clothes on with the sole intention of swinging by your house and spending some time with you. Like you'd let him.

"I... JiMin said he'd come here today, didn't he said anything?" As he faced you, body twisting and squaring up a bit and chest a little puffed, you crossed your arms defensively, recognizing the defiant stance that apparently hadn't changed even after all those years, meaning that he was ready to spew some bullshit if you were taking experience in account. I don't know if it's good or bad to still know him like the back of my hand...

"No, he did not, Mr. Jeon. And I don't remember having anything pertinent meeting in my house involving the A.R.M.Y. line-"

"This doesn't have to do with the clothing line Miss Y/L/N, but rather with the tabloids situation you and my business partner are in. He said he wanted to come and talk," you felt TaeHyung tense up when JungKook cut your words, cheeks burning in anger. The man in front of you was furious as well, even if his expression remained stoic. "But apparently I misunderstood the time of arrival."

"Indeed must be a mistake." Your tone was dry, even though a little shaken and you notice the irritated little quirk of his eyebrow, the hard swallow and change of body weight to the other feet.

"Yeah," he bit the inside of his cheek. "My apologies."

The mutter was barely heard as he started walking out, barely missing your shoulder in his leave.

The mood was completely ruined as you got inside of the apartment and thought you didn't want to be this mad, you appreciated that TaeHyung didn't try to pick things from where they were right away, letting you feel your emotions for a while.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" You asked, turning to TaeHyung with a sigh, fingers threading your hair tiredly. He gave you a sympathetic smile before nodding, muttering 'tea' in a small voice that made you smile back.

"Then I'm going to shower while the water heats, okay?" Once again the man nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "You can make yourself at home, if you want a shower too I've got extra towels and... Maybe NamJoon's change of sweats here too," you hurried to offer, knowing that even though the day was chill, he must be tired as well and in need of refreshment.

"Actually I might take you up on that offer... I feel like a cold shower would do me good right now." And that made your eyes wander down towards his crotch again, the straining not present against the slacks anymore, making you a little bummed. You were really looking forward to this afternoon, but it was understandable that he wasn't in the mood anymore. You chuckled with him and then gave instructions for the guest room, having him follow as you went to get the towels and your friend's sweats - which rarely used them, only when he really needed to spend the night - so he could change into something more comfortable.

Till the moment you two finally sat on the small couch of your living room with your respective cup of green tea - the only type you had available at your house - you had failed to realize how comfortable you felt around TaeHyung, even to a point that you were cuddling some time later while watching some movie on TV. It felt domestic in a way, and it was dangerous. Still, he had an effect on you and that was easy to acknowledge, which made you unsure of your position at the moment.

"Ah, my roommate will be so pissed I'm watching this episode without him," TaeHyung mentioned at one point with a small chuckle, the deep comforting sound rumbling against your ear. You were halfway through an episode of 'Ozark' you've already watched, a little bored and trying to come up with a way to heat things back up. So far you achieved laying your head on his chest for further closure, one of his hands resting on your waist, but nothing else. Like you realized before, it was domestic.

"Oh? We can change it, if you want. Though this feels more like a filler episode, nothing really happens here..." You commented, looking up his face. He tilted his head with a small pout before meeting your gaze, and you smiled at his cuteness. It hurt your pride that he was probably cuter than you but you couldn't care so much at that moment.

"Whatever you want, though. I don't want to bother." At his statement you chuckled, straightening up in your spot and shaking your head. You understood then why he wasn't pushing for anything because he didn't want to annoy you in your house and be kicked out. Cute.

"Hmm," biting your lower lip in ponder, you looked away, fighting a smile. "Whatever I want?" You glanced back at him, mischief laced in your tone. TaeHyung's eyes widened a little before he nodded, suddenly struck by the undertone of the proposition. Good, he was down to whatever, then.

Smile widening, you decided for the bold, straight to the point move you had in your mind - since you taking the first step something TaeHyung mentioned to enjoy earlier -, reaching for his cheek and leaning, observing his reactions. Shoulders relaxed, mouth gaped and eyes dropped to your lips, fluttering close as you finally met his mouth with yours, almost tentatively. It was different from the first time, where you had initiated it by pure frustration of how things had turned out.

Groaning, TaeHyung then pressed back, hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back with intent, lips molding with yours perfectly. You then moved to straddle him, at first only one of his legs, sliding up his thigh and shuddering as one of his palms slid inside your shirt, caressing up the increasingly hot skin of your back while pulling you even further to his body. The other one wandered down your side, reaching the back of your knee and, with a swift movement he pulled it up, settling it at the other side of his waist and splitting your legs enough that there wasn't any other option but stay settled right on top of the growing bulge of his crotch. You hummed against his mouth, feeling brave enough to shift your hips a little, enough to make him pause the exchange for a second and resume by deepening the kiss with a soft hum, tongue licking at your mouth slowly.

It felt like everything was moving slow, you pulling off the shirt you had just borrowed him, TaeHyung pawing at your body and breathing raggedly as you ground your increasing heat on his hard need, desperately wanting to feel him without all those layers and barriers. When he parted from your lips to mouth at your neck, you were a goner.

"Tae please-" You urged with a gasp as he nipped at your skin, a bruise that would definitely be visible and you'd spend half an hour trying to mask it with makeup the next day, but you didn't pay it any mind at the moment. His hands traveled all the way up under your shirt to take possession of your covered breasts and you took that opportunity to pull out your shirt, throwing it beside you on the couch. He leaned back to look at you, squeezing and pinching at your chest, watching your reactions intently and biting his lower lip, concealing any sound he wanted to make as you circled your lips on top of his, moaning softly at the light tease. "TaeHyung..."

"Yeah?" He dragged out breathlessly, so deep it made you shudder, nipples pebbling. He flicked them and you yelped softly. "Tell me what you want love." The term of endearment made your insides twist, wondering for a moment if he used that with every other girl. "I want you, Tae." And to stress it, you slid your hands down his chest, reaching the straining on his pants, ever so slightly squeezing the outline of his cock. The man's eyes fluttered close at the contact. "I want to feel you."

"Fu- I'm all yours, Y/N. I'll do whatever you want." That response made you smile, feeling him throb under your palm. You leaned, pressing your lips to his in a tender, quick kiss, pulling away while biting his lower lip.

"Then let me hear you, hm?" You instructed, watching as he nodded, at first automatically going to biting the already abused lower lip but settling to licking it, mouth gaping.

Getting to your treat, you latched your mouth to his neck, fingers trailing back up again to caress the planes of his chest, only to draw back down with your nails, not hurtfully, only to tease. TaeHyung gasped deliciously, throwing his head back and exposing his neck even more, so you could also mark him up with a suckle to the sensitive skin, discovering the weak spot at the base of his throat that had him grunting, hips jutting just as you reached the hem of the sweatpants.

Never truly a patient woman, you decided for yanking down pants and underwear, TaeHyung lifting his hips to help you free the raging boner that waved out, thick girth making your mouth water immediately.

But before you could even think of hopping off his thighs, as soon your fingers wrapped lightly around his throbbing cock he took purchase of your ass, dipping both hands under the fabric of the sweatpants to squeeze the flesh almost painfully. You breathed out hard, glancing up to look at the man that already had some strands of hair glued to his damp forehead before your lips were captured into a desperate and almost clumsy kiss, your fingers squeezing the leaking tip of his dick and messing with his focus, a shudder rocking his whole body.

"I'm going crazy already," he panted against your lips, breath hitching as you twisted your wrist, jerking him off with small movements. "You'll drive me insane, Y/N."

You drank up his whispers, biting your lower lip and keeping on with the teasing and TaeHyung's head came to rest on your shoulder, trying to concentrate while pawing at your body as well, lips pressing kisses on your scorching skin in between pleased hums, hands resuming to roam over your partially clothed body.

"Oh my, T-" Your gaps was almost muffled by the groan coming from the man that had decided to take you by surprise and slip his fingers inside your panties, dipping the digits on the overflowing essence that already had ruined your underwear, TaeHyung's sounds so enticing to your ears. He throbbed at the way your back arched and your chest pressed to his face as his kisses lowered, aiming for the pebbled peaks of your nipples. With a free hand, you held onto his shoulder for leverage, aiding the slippery thumb to rub circles on your clit, the other getting back on massaging the tip of his cock almost clumsily.

But you had a clear objective in mind, and when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples you knew that it would be impossible to continue after TaeHyung made you cum. It had been a long while since someone made you climax, and you were already a little tired from the whole ordeal from early on- Let's not even start thinking about how bothered you still were with JungKook.

"Tae, TaeHyung-" You stopped him just as he was about to part your lips and slip a finger inside, the thought of the long digits inserted into your heat making your throat dry with want. You wanted nothing more to have him inside of you soon, but the need to have him on his mouth weighted a little heavier. "I need to suck you off, please."

"Please? Fuck Y/N, I'm the one who's begging you," he breathed out, eyes raking your figure as you slid off his thighs, mimicking your gestures as you yanked off your sweatpants, ruined panties thrown by the couch and you watched in awe as he picked them up, pressing them to his nose. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time made your insides twist with need as you dropped to your knees.

Once again, glancing at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face, you reminded yourself that it had been quite a while since you've done something of the sort. You'd be lucky if you didn't gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.

Yet, you rested your palms on his thighs, snickering at the jolt it caused TaeHyung, his eyes opening to glance down at you, putting your underwear away. His lips parted mirroring yours, as you lean to lightly press the cushions of your mouth on the feverish member, a hiss being coaxed from him.

With a hum, you then parted your lips wider to fit the engorged head, molding your mouth to press in a circle against it and sinking your head slowly till the 'oh' his mouth was making was out of sight, hollowing your cheeks when he hit the beginning of your throat. TaeHyung breathed out barely holding off a whine, one hand coming to press the back of your head just slightly, the silent urge to go faster completely ignored. You'd enjoy this moment to the max and intended to milk him for all he was worth.

Bobbing your head a few more times, excruciatingly slow to torture him and bring out those delicious gasps and hums he wanted to suppress - but was still keeping his promise about letting them out - you reached out to play with yourself a little, the throbbing of your insides mirroring his, wanting desperately for friction, for attention.

"F- Don't you dare t-touch yourself Y/N," he practically growled as soon as your fingers slid down your stomach, and you returned your hand to wrap around what your mouth couldn't cover of his cock, a surprised hum in response. "You - fuck - cum in my mouth today."

You couldn't help but gasp at such promise, made so firmly that would make your knees wobble, weren't you already on them. So with renewed will you sank your head further on his cock, letting the tip breach past the uvula, the feeling of constriction turning you on even more. Gagging, you still forced to go as further as you could, but your lungs were screaming for air already, all the while trying to see TaeHyung practically trashing at the action, hips jutting upwards in a manner of helping you - or himself - to take him, a string of curses falling from his lips. "I'm not guh-going to last much more, 'm really clo-"

"Cum in my mouth," you breathed in, coming up for air and interrupting his stuttered babbles, watching his eyes widen as you parted your lips, tongue rolling out and pressing against the back of the tip, one hand twisting around his shaft, the other going to softly cradle his balls, causing TaeHyung to groan loudly and fuck your hand with sharp and fast movements. "Give it to me, Tae."

You barely finished speaking when the first ribbon of cum landed on your lips, making you open up again quickly to receive it, tongue poking out to lick at the throbbing head and eyes fluttering shut as some shot near them. TaeHyung came in many spurts, gasping loudly till he breathed out heavily, marking the end of his climax. That was when you wrapped your lips around the sensitive tip, drawing a surprised keen as he was overstimulated just for your own satisfaction. He writhed as you sucked out the last drop of his release, then letting him go with a pop when one hand grasped the back of your head in a desperate, silent pleading.

"You're so gonna get it Y/N," TaeHyung panted out, cupping your face as you slid back up to meet his lips, thumb wiping the sticky streak of cum from your cheek. You hummed, softly pressing your lips to his, his mouth dry from the recent orgasm. "Damn I'm thirsty..." He parted briefly from your lips to smack his, panting out while catching his breath.

"Do you want me to get you some w- Oh!" A surprised gasp left your mouth as he pushed you to lay on the couch hastily, quickly grasping your legs and yanking them open. Your eyes widened as TaeHyung slid to the floor, looking half-mad with lust as he stared at your heat, a shiver running through your spine as the cooled air of his heavy breathing hit your folds. Delicately he exposed you more to his gaze, unconsciously licking his lower lip, yearning.

When he dove, you gasped silently, not even remembering how to make a sound as TaeHyung clamped his lips on the throbbing bundle of nerves, suckling on it with a hum. Electricity ran through your whole body as he popped his lips away and laved at your folds, savoring the overflowing juices that spilled from your core with a hum. Your hips jutted upwards, eyes rolling back as you whined, finally finding your voice in the middle of your pleasure.

TaeHyung chuckled, squeezing the inside of your thighs, and you peeked down.

"Though I'd lost you there for a second," he quipped, the smugness stamped on his face glistening with your essence around his plush lips. You chanced a grin, reaching down to touch his cheek, a small caress that turned into an impatient plead when you ran your fingers through his head, smoothly pushing him back to his task. "Guess you're ready to get wrecked hm?" His voice was deep with lust, the effect of you bossing him around getting to his eyes, which darkened with mischief.

Getting back to his task, this time paced a little slower, he began to play around with your folds, thumbs drawing circles at the inside of your thighs. Your eyes rolled back as TaeHyung licked up your slit, not quite reaching where you expected, only for the tip of his tongue to circle the inner hood of your core. The grip on his hair tightened, coaxing a huffed laugh against your heat that made your hips jolt. You knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and seemed like TaeHyung did too. And he was making the most of it.

One of his hands slid up to grab at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers, and then you knew you were a goner. Your legs were already quivering when his lips reattached to your needy nerve ending, free-hand pressing two fingers to your slit and gently inserting them in your depths, juices aiding his sliding. He curved the tip of his fingers upwards upon reaching your limit and you heaved. “TaeHyung,” you started, looking down at him, not meeting his eyes as he devoured your core, eyes shut in focus. “You're gonna make me c- fuck!” Barely able to finish your sentence, you threw your head back, white-hot pleasure blinding you and making your limbs tremble. You barely heard TaeHyung's surprised gasp, before a deep chuckle vibrated against your increasingly sensitive folds.

Took you long seconds before you were able to open your eyes again.

“Look, I feel like I’m responsible for this,” TaeHyung’s words confused you a little, as you entered a post-blissed state and began to notice your surroundings again. TaeHyung was still on the floor, head pressed on the inside of one of them as he looked up at you with a smug smile plastered on his soaked face. A moment of ponder went through your mind before you realized that not only his cheeks were wet, but your thighs and couch as well. You had squirted all over him, it seemed.

“Holy shit, I’m so, sorry-” You tried to straighten up, face feeling warm with embarrassment. In the back of your mind, you knew there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but you did feel ashamed to have done that when you only felt relaxed enough to do it alone.

“Why are you apologizing? This is hot as fuck, Y/N. I couldn’t have imagined anything hotter to happen.” His awed admission made you smile, and, mirroring your actions, TaeHyung climbed up your body to press his lips on yours again, his warmth extremely welcome on your still boneless body.

The more he held you closer once again, the more you felt like continuing to the next step towards intercourse, lured by the tang of your taste on his mouth, how TaeHyung had expertly dragged out your climax with only his tongue. You wished to feel more of him, deep inside yourself.

Inside the bag atop your dinner table, a phone rang and vibrated urgently.

“Fuck,” muttered the man once more aroused and ready to finally give you want you needed before parting from your body and rushing to get his phone. You sighed, straightening up on the couch as you watched a very naked TaeHyung rip open his bag and grasp his phone to answer it, pushing his damp hair back. He had barely time to even greet the caller before being cut off and a voice started urgently speaking, so loud you could almost make out what was being said from the other side of the room. He gave you a sad smile, which you returned with yet another sigh.

Looking to the side, you spotted your own device, usually void of messages after work hours, also blinking silently with unseen messages. Maybe something had gone wrong in the company, it was a weird coincidence that both of you were being called. Well, that was the end of the day, you guessed.

“Work as well?” TaeHyung plopped by your side as you turned off your screen after checking the messages. “Somehow the guys managed to crash a site after the scheduled promotion was announced, now I need to go there and fix it, because they’ve supposedly tried everything…” He threw his head back with a groan, closing his eyes.

You chuckled half-heartedly at his actions, bummed but at the same time relieved that he needed to leave. Apparently what JungKook had said about JiMin coming over was true, though he had gotten ahead of his partner in hours.

“Yeah, mine is something Yoongi wants to check, little details he won’t let go - you know the man’s a perfectionist,” you giggled awkwardly, gut sinking for having to tell a lie to TaeHyung about the upcoming matters. Of course, the news that was sent to you would be sent to him as well, since it personally concerned his image, but you didn’t want to have a discussion about the matter at that moment. TaeHyung was supposed to be something easy and chill in your life.

You kept your phone clutched in your hand the whole time until TaeHyung left, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the worry in your eyes even as he pecked your lips goodbye, before closing the door after himself.

You didn’t even finish breathing out when your phone vibrated again.

[PARK JIMIN]: now that your friend left, may i come in?

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As soon as jimin realised what he had just uttered out unconsciously, he straightened up. He didn't know how he mustered up the courage to look at your face, but he somehow did. And the sight broke his heart.

Your mouth was slightly ajar; eyes disbelieving, and breath ragged. You didn't realise when tears started dripping down your sullen cheeks one after the other. "Haejin?" You found yourself asking in that dry voice of yours.

Jimin looked down, grabbing his hair in his fists tightly. What had he done. He couldn't even bear looking at you right then. He didn't know what to tell you either. The damage had been done. He was done moaning out someone else's name while having sex with you. And you were hurting because of it.

You were completely silent during the drive back home. A weird numbness had engulfed you as you found yourself replaying jimin's voice in your head over and over.

H-haejin..

Fuck.. H-haejin..

You had never heard this name from his mouth before. Ever. And now that you two were finally making love after a month of being away, he suddenly says it. Your mind was a tangled mess of confusing thoughts.

Jimin was driving a little too fast. The few minutes of drive back home felt like years of agony. His mind was a blur. He found himself silently praying for it all to be a bad dream. A nightmare.

Everything happened so fast that he almost couldn't comprehend it. He had never wished to be dead more than in that moment. A tear ran down his cheek.

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Trigonometry class was almost like a new obsession for jungkook. He had never been this excited to attend a class ever in his life. He sat right in the front during every lecture; noted down every piece of information he found useful, and even did all the chores for his professor.

All because he admired the shit out of Kim Namjoon.

He had never idolised anyone in his life before. Everyone seemed too bland or predictable. He got bored of things and people easily. But this mysterious looking man with an iq of 148 and a personality that makes everyone look twice; had him looking up to him more than anyone.

"Choi Somin." Namjoon announced, handing out the exam results.

Somin huffed, getting up from her seat and walking up to the tall man.

"Do better next time." He spoke in a low, calm voice. Somin nodded, and sat down on her seat beside jungkook with a thud.

"Jeon jungkook."

He got up almost immediately, making the whole class stare at him.

"Perfect score as always." Namjoon told the boy with a smile.

Jungkook clutched the answer sheet in his hands; his eyes crinkling with joy.

He's proud of me, he kept thinking as he got back on his seat. Somin glanced down at the boy's exam sheet.

"Fucking nerd." She gave him a weird look. But deep down, she too was extremely happy for the boy, whose eyes were literally twinkling like stars. Somin's breath hitched at the sight.

—

You broke into a pool of tears as soon as you got home. The realness of it all hit you like a fucking typhoon. Jimin, upon seeing this, and as much as he wanted to miraculously disappear; decided to pull you into a tight hug.

"Let go of me.." You managed to mutter in his arms. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. Or else he would have to look at your tear-stained face again.

Jimin's sleeve was all wet as you kept crying for a full minute. He kept patting your head softly, as if trying to put a baby to sleep.

"Who *hiccup* the fuck is Haejin?" You asked through your muffled voice.

"No one. Trust me baby." He tried to stay calm; soothingly running his fingers along your back.

Trust him?

Can I trust him anymore? You kept thinking.

"Don't lie to me." Came your response. Your crying had finally died down and you felt like you'd collapse any second.

"She's just a colleague, baby. I met her during my trip. That's it. It was a slip of the tongue. Believe me."

When you didn't respond for a while, jimin loosened his arms around you to find you sleeping. Your nose was red, and your lashes were glistening with tears. He almost shed a tear of his own at the sight.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your slightly ajar lips.

"I love you so much, y/n. Please trust me."

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Jimin dropped his gaze at her hand on his chest.

Haejin's hand cautiously started moving against his bare chest, massaging the skin there. He had some of his buttons unbuttoned, so she had a perfect view of his melanin skin glistening in the pale light of the lamp.

Jimin almost couldn't move, as if frozen in place. Her hand went a little deeper hesitantly. Unbuttoning another one of his buttons, she had herself a wider area to work on. His muscles were tensed up and his skin was sweaty from the long walk; a perfect combination to make haejin let out a stifled moan.

"When did you get so hot, Park Jimin?"

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smut4bangtan · 4 years

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One Ride Home (#7, School Anthology)

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“I can’t believe you’re in college now,” you told Namjoon as you slowly ran your fingers on his new car. “I can’t wait to graduate so I can do more things and get my own car too.”

“You’re graduating this school year, right? It may seem far but it’s not. Really,” Namjoon replied with a grin, revealing the breathtaking dimples on both of his cheeks.

You suddenly noticed that a lot of your schoolmates were looking at you two and some weren’t even trying to hide it. You just shrugged them off; it’s not a big deal. You’re with the only Kim Namjoon: a man with a whooping 148 for his IQ and the one who ranked first in all of Seoul National University’s entrance exam-takers. Everybody knows him, and you must be prepared for looks and whispers as his friend.

“He’s gotten cooler after he went to college,” one girl who passed by loudly whispered to her friend who kept staring at Namjoon.

“Let’s go,” you said as you opened the door of the passenger seat. All you want to do is to get out of there and save the both of you from the awkward situation. He just followed you into the car without saying anything.

“Ah, you finally had the time to pick me up. Aren’t you glad to see your alma mater again?”

“Eh, it’s alright. Nothing much to see. I wouldn’t go if it weren’t for you or for something that would require me to.”

Namjoon turned the radio on and started driving. A mellow American pop song was playing since the sun is starting to set. His answer didn’t really surprise you because he wasn’t really friendly even though a lot of people knew him. It’s hard to get through his barriers.

“So, how’s college? You’re so busy that we haven’t seen each other in months,” you said, taking a glance at him.

“It’s not as hard as you think.”

“Lies. You’re just saying that so I wouldn’t get scared.”

Namjoon laughed. “Sorry,” he replied. “You should try getting into SNU too so we can see each other more often.”

“I’ll try.” You sighed. “How about girls? Hookups? I’ve heard that there are more chances of getting laid in college.

Namjoon just giggled and shook his head lightly. Your eyes landed on his dimples and then his nicely protruded adam’s apple, making your heart unexpectedly beat faster. It’s been a while since he made you feel this way. You missed it, so much.

You suddenly met a line of cars due to a traffic light nearby. Without saying anything, Namjoon started to search his pockets. “Hey, can you open the glove compartment? I can't find my wallet.”

Doing as he said, you opened his glove compartment—to see a box of condoms. And then his wallet which you actually forgot as soon as you read the word “Durex.” Meanwhile, Namjoon awkwardly picked his wallet up behind the box.

“Kim Namjoon. Your in debt to me,” you said, laughing to make the situation a little less awkward.

“H-huh?”

“Uh, stories?”

Namjoon was obviously speechless and you’re loving it. Your hearts beating a little bit faster and your pussy’s starting to get wet. You know to yourself that you’re dangerous and unstoppable when you’re angry, drunk and horny.

The traffic light turned green and he started to drive again.

You opened the compartment once again and picked the box up. He was obviously startled but he didn’t say anything nor stopped you. His condoms were the ones with the little dots on it.

“I’ve always wanted to try these,” you said without thinking. The two of you were shocked, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“W-why?” He asked awkwardly. He seemed to be losing his mind as well.

“Jimin and I never used a condom.”

“O-Oh, I never tried it without one.”

“Should we try it then?”

He eyes gradually widened and looked at you. Even if he wasn’t saying anything, his gaze were screaming “yes.”

“Uhm…”

“My parents won’t come home until the day after.”

“Shall we?”

You unknowingly bit your lip as soon as you heard him. Just in time, he took a the last right turn and saw your house immediately. He pulled the brakes up with much force that you thought it was going to break. Without saying anything, you opened the door and picked your things up along with the box. You ran to the door and opened it while he ran after you as soon as he locked his car.

As soon as Namjoon slammed the door shut, you started to slowly unbutton your top, revealing your tempting cleavage. He started to walk towards you while licking his lips. He then leaned towards you, kissing you on the lips. Slowly, the both of you opened your mouths and letting your tongues fight one another. You held his hand and then placed it inside your bra. He lifted his other hand and started to massage both breasts. As you felt your nipples harden, you unzipped your skirt. It dropped on the floor, revealing your black underwear.

Namjoon unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts. “Shit,” he uttered.

You knelt to the ground and started to unzip Namjoon's jeans. As Namjoon started to unbutton his shirt, he suddenly lost his balance and fell on the sofa. His legs seemed to have lost all its strength because of everything that's happening.

As it got harder, Namjoon's cock portruted more and more from his underwear. It was bigger than you imagined.

You gently stroked his cock, making him moan a little. He bit his lip; it was obvious that he was controlling himself from making any noises. But you love to bring out the best in people, and he knows that.

You finally removed his underwear, revealing his angry cock. No time was wasted as you immediately put it in your mouth. You made sure that your nipples touched his inner thighs as you moved your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck," Namjoon said, holding you by your hair. You moved your head faster and stuck your tongue onto his cock tighter. He pulled himself out which made a combined fluid of his pre-cum and your saliva freely flow out of your mouth. It's all on his cock and the sofa.

"You liked it?" You asked while standing up.

"I almost lost my fucking mind," he replied as he removed your underwear.

Namjoon gently pulled you to the sofa while he stood up. He dove in and started to kiss and lick your inner thighs until he reached your wet pussy. His tongue started to circle around clit, making all the muscles in your body tense up.

"Mmm," you whispered and rested your head at the throw pillow behind you. Next up was your opening. He grabbed your tits as he was doing his thing on your pussy. You could barely catch your breath. He suddenly stopped and joined you on the sofa. Your eyes met, making you guys smile at each other. "I thought I was going to squirt on you."

He smirked. "So you're a squirter."

"I might be the strongest one you'll ever know."

Namjoon just giggled and placed your legs on his shoulders. He pointed his cock on the opening of your pussy and inserted the head slowly.

"Oh my God," you whispered.

"Does it feel good?" He asked, looking you straight in the eyes. You just nodded.

Namjoon held onto your thighs and started to thrust deeper and deeper. Before you even knew it, he was fully inside you. You can feel his cock completely in you, especially the head. He started to push and pull gently. "God, you're so tight."

You started to play with his nipples as he started to rock harder and harder. He moved his hands to your tits to play with you nipples as well. The more he pounded you, the more your pussy salivated.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You yelled with eyes shut tight. "Harder! Harder!" You held onto his arms as he continued to fill you up.

He suddenly came out. "Holy shit. It's slippery as fuck."

You suddenly stood up. "I'm about to squirt. Quick, sit up straight!" And so he did.

You sat on Namjoon, your back facing him. You immediately inserted his cock into your pussy, making your eyes roll in pleasure. This position is your hidden card; it never fails to make you squirt or cum. Every guy who experienced this with you always asked for a second time.

The two of you only realized now that there was a full-sized mirror facing you, allowing you guys to see the full action in 3rd person. Your eyes suddenly met through this mirror.

Namjoon suddenly grabbed your face by the chin and kissed you. "Had I known you were this tasty, I would've not wasted any time and asked you." You just smiled and patted his cheek.

You started to move your body up and down, making his cock slide freely inside you. Namjoon's hips started to jive with you as his hands grabbed your tits and moved his index fingers around your nipples in a circling motion. The rocking of his body gradually became faster and faster. Your jaw dropped and you can't even say anything anymore. Your eyes couldn't stop rolling either.

You spread your legs even wider as he pounded you even stronger. You started to touch your clit with your middle finger and play with it. "Mmm fuck! Fuck! Oh God, fuck!" You yelled.

Namjoon pounded on you deeper as soon as he saw you strum your clit with four fingers. "God, God, God. Oh, fuck!"

You quickly removed his cock from your pussy and it finally came: the big squirt.

Just in time, his cum exploded on your tummy. He held you tightly as your whole body shook wildly still.

Gradually, your senses calmed down. You stayed rested on Namjoon's body. The two of you could hear nothing, only your panting.

"This is gonna happen again, right?" Namjoon whispered to your ear.

"This HAS to happen again," you replied.

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hhjs · 4 years

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rewind, revive. (all that we are.)

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pairing. — kim sunwoo x reader.

genre. — angst.

alternatively. — wherein letting go is all but a reminder of why he seemed to hold on.

mystery trope!

word count. — 2.8 k

note. — inspired the nbhd's 'wdywfm' and 'reflections'. (impacting characters exactly in that order of the songs.) this is unedited so bear with me lmao

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Regret is a funny thing.

One can feel it approaching light years before the realisation hits. Like squinting at dim headlights in the distance, before the vehicle picks up pace, before the tires skid against wet gravel, before it finally, finally occurs that it's too late, too late to go back and walk away, to stop oneself from facing the impact head on. From having the air knocked right out of one's lungs.

Sunwoo knows for a fact what he is doing fits that criteria.

Something about the prevailing silence that comes after heated arguments is utterly eerie; being an on and off couple for the longest time indicated that you recognised that much.

"I think we should take a break. Figure things out on our own."

He looks at the little scar you'd gotten from accidentally ramming your toe into the doorframe because you were too excited to see him. (It's healing.) No, that's not right. From this position, sat atop the sofa, when he's holding his head in his palms as your tone rises mid syllable, that's all he can see. No, he can't look at you. He can't look at himself in your eyes now, dropped way below all expectations you held to him once, silhouette of his peeved face in them leaves a rancid emotion inside his belly.

"Is that what you really want?" You ask, this time with a slight hint of surrender in your voice.

Sunwoo wants to say he doesn't exactly know what he wants, what he is feeling, perhaps it's the aftermath of working too hard, taking on too much stress, or so Changmin explained to him earlier that week, he doesn't quite perceive himself as someone who could lament his problems easily - however, it's very clear to him that he is pushing you away, sealing himself off suddenly, missing out on dates, calls and falling short in the department of being his usual affectionate self.

Or maybe, Sunwoo doesn't love you anymore.

What if he's never loved you at all? What if whatever you have is all a resultant of mere infatuation and he was too young to differentiate from the start?

Whatever it is, Sunwoo isn't too sure, but you... obviously notice. He's always finding excuses to distance himself and it's changing you, who you used to be when he fell in love with you. In fact, every day is a constant evidence of just how disconnected your relationship is from how it was in the beginning, in the 'honeymoon stage' or whatever. The way he tenses up when you throw an arm around him every night he plops down against your shared bed too late, only entertaining your comforting words with monosyllabic responses; he seems to test your patience, trying to find your breaking point.

And this is it, he thinks.

What you suggested as an innocent movie night with him, trying to get him to talk to you, about anything, anything at all, soon took a bad turn when you reached out to interlock your arms and he found himself brushing you off.

It was just the same little act that piled and piled atop all of his 'little acts' and this final blow sent everything tumbling down, all at once. The way you stared at your spread out, empty palm as you asked him why he was being like this is an image he finds difficult to forget.

Albeit he doesn't hesitate, asking you to stop nagging him, to stop overreacting. To just leave him alone.

Now, with the weight of his words absent inside, all he senses is blatant emptiness taking refuge in its place, an epiphany that he can't take back what he said.

You don't say a word when Sunwoo's reply comes in the form of an affirmative nod and what's worse, he thinks, is that you don't look surprised.

As if you saw it coming all along.

...

When he agrees to put up with one of the double dates Eric set, it's because his friends are convinced that the relationship has reached a dead end. Sunwoo ignores that idea and indulges in what he perceives as newfound freedom.

Even though the excitement of getting to know someone new is momentary, replaced by a strong underlying feeling that nauseates him. Whenever Sunwoo looks over the candlelight and watches his date smile back at him, it feels like he's doing something wrong. Something hypocritical.

Recently, every day feels the same. Every hour melding into the same old routine. This is boredom, Sunwoo tells himself, though he's positive it's anything but.

It's quite a surprise not having chanced upon you by accident, given years of dating has merged your social circles.

Really, when he thinks about it, Sunwoo's known you for the longest time.

Since he was sure he would fail a calculus pop quiz and he kicked your chair to gather correct answers, you were so shy, innocent and how that sparked a sense of adoration in him for the first time ever, since you ended up becoming best friends in spite of your essentially different personalities. Sunwoo tries to remember the exact feeling of snowflakes collecting on his cheeks, in your eyelashes, his cool fingers in his pockets, while a street light buzzed overhead - not every detail is clear - but the sight of your beaming face as he timidly confessed his feelings is unmistakable. As time passes, he tries thinking about it more and more, afraid someday he'll look back and miss out the most essential rudiments of the event. Or worse, forget altogether. It's such a distant, fleeting moment that elicits a bittersweet sensation in him. Sweet because some part of him will always be entwined with some part of you, bitter because you were no longer together.

Sunwoo shakes his head, as though the gesture ought to come in assistance in ridding himself of the aforementioned thoughts. He's the one who wanted this whole break thing, right?

He pushes his trolley around, leans on the handle like he used to as a kid and paces up through empty lanes after looking around to see that the seven eleven store is mostly empty. He successfully breezes through aisles and throws in packaged kimbap, frozen fried rice and crisps to his trolley; and then, suddenly, a juice extract shelf in the distance catches his eye.

Sunwoo focuses his vision and marks his next destination, all the while imitating low humming of a makeshift engine with his mouth.

But of course, much to his dismay, his trolley jams right into another that approached out of the aisle to his side that he hadn't kept an eye on in moving only forward.

He mutters a string of quiet apologies, bowing briefly and hoping to God that the person hadn't heard him swear under his breath. "It's alright."

Sunwoo looks up and blinks curiously recognition washing over him.

It's only been a few weeks but the sight of your face, the real thing, not instagram photos, not the ones in his money bag or photo frames in his drawer, hits him with the force of a bullet train.

Your face is bare, shadows splattered against your forehead and the tip of your nose because you're wearing his - and he only realises now - ridiculously big, pink bucket hat, a hand casually positioned into a jacket pocket, there's something so endearing about this.

"Hey." Sunwoo says.

"Hey."

You stare at him for a good second and then as if realising something, you blink rapidly, fishing out a pear extract juice to dump it in his trolley. "Here."

It is an unspoken gesture, to relay that you still remember what he likes and what he doesn't like, that you've unraveled the likes of Sunwoo, excavated all the little, measly, trivial quirks, secrets and lies buried deep inside the cavity of his chest.

"Thanks." Sunwoo just stares, entranced.

It is only when he's back home, nuzzled into the comfort of his favourite blanket that still smells a little like you, does he realise he misses you.

...

"I don't care."

Sunwoo thinks he means it, like this, when he has a hoodie pulled over his head and balances a controller with great expertise, looking perfectly unfazed by Chanhee's comment about whether or not he should invite you to his party, it almost sounds true. "I just wanna see them." He settles. Time apart only reminded him just how impatient he could be when he wanted something and wasn't getting it immediately. He is seeing clearly, you're the only constant in the overwhelming vicissitudes of his life, the only one who saw him at his worst as you did at his best and stayed. That comfort, that very familiarity, is far better than the infamous honeymoon stage or any stage, for that matter.

Sunwoo realises that now. Even if it's just a little late.

Rolling his eyes, Chanhee pushes a grocery bag containing the former's snack and tears open a packet of honey crisps.

Prior to this confession, no matter how much Sunwoo insisted that he was fine, that his stare didn't linger every time he mistook a stranger for you, that he definitely didn't pretend to do the dishes even though he refused to do the chore under any other circumstances just to overhear his friends talking about a new event in your life, or just... about you, Chanhee doesn't believe him.

In retrospect, no one does. But Chanhee is least discreet about it.

"I don't suppose that's a good idea..." He pauses, swallowing, "What if things go south?"

Beneath an act of trying to untie the grocery bag, Sunwoo contemplates that he doesn't know how to respond to this inquiry, he had pictured your next meeting many a times, prepped himself to do or say very particular things, the way you always made up, time and time again forgiving each other in spite of all obstacles in your way, to a point where you friends got tired of you going back and forth, convinced that you could never really break up... - no, he is sure nothing can change, that's a blatant impossibility, Sunwoo knows you and you know him. No matter how much he fucks up - you know he'll always come back to you.

That's how it has always been.

"Figures, huh?"

Sunwoo scoffs, noting the way his friend's expression morphes to a confused furrowing of brows. He holds the yellow classic salted packet up instead whilst wrinkling his nose more than necessary, knowing the remark would prompt Chanhee to get annoyed and forget all about his own remark. “You got the wrong flavour again.”

The older male crumples a crisp in his palm and flicks it at Sunwoo.

The answer is simple, he'll never know if he never tries. Love is not chance but a decision, love is a choice, isn't it?

Well, Sunwoo chose you, he chooses you. He'll choose you over and over again.

...

"Can we talk?"

You nod slowly, a sigh escaping your parted lips. An expression on your face that Sunwoo can't put a finger on. But he doesn't have to, not when you comply so easily, joining him out into the balcony divorced from the apartment rife with noise and evidence of inebriation.

You lean over the railing, your eyes travelling far off into the impossibly dark scenery, the silence is imbued with a vague sense of eerie, the kind that ensues before something terrible happens.

All Sunwoo can think about is how beautiful you are. Suddenly, he feels guilty - see, he can't remember the last time he appreciated you, showered you with accolades you most certainly deserve. He mimics your position, turning his head slightly to take in every detail. Committing it all to memory. Things are different now. You look different.

Last time he saw you, he could map out the swollen quality of your eyes, nails bitten and chipped, the little characteristics that gave away you weren't doing well. Now, there's an indescribable glow to your face, something under the perfectly dolled up look, the red beret on your head, matched with an utterly fabulous coat that guards you from cool autums.

It's a new outfit. The discomfort is newer.

"You look great." He finally speaks and it's not the best way to start a conversation that's dangling by its last finger, akin to an inexperienced acrobat - he doesn't know what is.

You chuckle. "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"N-no...I just.." he pauses, the words all bundling up on his tongue into one big mess of sentences that don't make any sense. When you finally look at him, leaning back on your elbows now, Sunwoo gulps, this isn't a figment of his imagination, no, this is real. It's now or never. "I'm sorry." He starts, the mere utterance of those words seem to spark no change in your appearance. As if you're waiting for him to continue. Right now, apologies just aren't good enough. "This whole thing was so stupid. Baby I-I know I fucked up but... I love you. Okay? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Whatever you want."

You stare at him for a long second, just letting his words sink in but also just seemingly allowing yourself to think. Then you push yourself up, standing straighter. "You dont have to." You say simply, a hint of finality laced into your tone. All Sunwoo finds himself thinking is how you don't reciprocate, uttering the same I love you like you always did. Out of habit.

He curls his fingers into fists, knuckles whitening and whitening under the strain. His vision is a blurring film against which you look like a faint silhouette, secluded by rivulets of raindrops racing down windows. It's embarrassing, how he feels, all those bubbling emotions reduced to that of a child being denied his favourite candy.

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" He blinks, finding that you're staring at your spread out palms. Like they're evidence for something you've done.

"Sunwoo." You say. It sounds like a warning, like a don't get any closer. "I don't like who I become when I'm with you."

At this point, Sunwoo just listens. In his mind, he hadn't foreseen this. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he knew he had to try his best but...this...losing you... that was out of question. Right?

No, he tells himself, he'll fix it, he'll get it together.

"You know, I was really angry at you for breaking up with me...but it was probably for the best." You produce a garbled laugh, lifting your face skyward, looking up at the glossy layers of pollution, of purplish clouds and the barely there moon behind, like you're reading off sentences from them. Sunwoo stares at you, he wants to reach out and trace the curves of your face without thinking twice, without holding back. "We did need time to think... and it made me realise that I've always loved you more than you've ever loved me. Heck, even more than I loved myself...and... I can't be that version of me again." You sniffle, "That's not love... That's devotion."

"Hey, don't say that!" He drags his fingers up from the railing and reaches out to touch your elbow, "Come on...we-we can work it out. We always do." These words , they come out all choked up and hoarse.

You stiffen up at the sound, "You're not listening to me." You shrug him off, adamantly piloting your gaze to linger away from him, your back's turned away from him but then you pause, just slightly looking over your shoulder and your gaze softens at the sight of him using his sleeve to dab at his cheeks. The gesture makes him feel hopeful, just for a second.

Then you sigh, shaking your head, "Don't you get it?" You say, "We can't fix this...we can't fix each other.

Inexplicably, he thinks of a perfect world, where he could go back just once, where it all started, everything before, holding his head in his hands and the little scar on your toe and is that what you really want?

This time, Sunwoo would mutter a quick no. He'd flick on the television and snuggle into your side, talking mindlessly about something that makes you laugh. To forget all about the stupid argument.

But in reality, he lets your words ricochet off of the walls, listening to the transient beats of music pouring into the balcony when you slide the door open to let yourself out.

It shuts.

Everything goes quiet.

And this soundlessness, this solitude, he knows this, he's heard this, he's seen this, he's felt this, this... this is final,

this is goodbye.

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astronomypirate · 3 years

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Chapter 2

Forget Me Not - Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)

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Genre:

angst, fluff

Synopsis:

6 years ago on 19 July, KQ College’s basketball team’s star player, Jeong Yunho, ended his life. Exactly 6 years after that day, Kang Noeul sees Yunho sitting on a bench right outside the college cafeteria. If that wasn’t crazy enough, Noeul’s the only one who can see him.

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mentions of death and suicide, cursing

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Sensing her tensed up figure, Mr Kim asks, “Something wrong, Noeul?”

She must have read it wrong. It must have been a mistake. Noeul's hand trembles slightly as she slowly reads through the content of the delivery sheet again, but there's no mistake - the words KQ College, language and arts department are written clearly in the address section.

“Noeul? You okay?”

KQ College wasn't that far away from Fever24, maybe just about an hour and a half's drive away. Noeul should have known that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, but she had already managed to avoid it for 6 years; she was convinced that she could have avoided it for the rest of her life so she never has to go back to that place again.

But the past always catches up. Where does she run this time?

“Noeul, are you okay? I'm getting worried here.” Mr Kim waves a hand in front of the 26 year old, and when she doesn't respond he proceeds to tap on her shoulder, finally earning a response from the latter.

The 26 year old turns to look at her store manager, her pale face scrunched up in conflict. “I-I.. Mr Kim, I can't do this. I can't go there.. It's..” Noeul struggles to get the words out, because how does she even begin to explain why she can't go there. He wouldn't understand. Nobody does.

Mr Kim's expression was a messy concoction of puzzlement and concern. “Why? Did something happen?”

“I-” Just as Noeul begins speaking, Mr Kim's phone rings, and when he sees the caller ID, his eyes widen and he shoots her an apologetic look. “Sorry, Noeul, I've got to go. Family obligations. I don't know what is it that you are worried about, but KQ College is just about one and a half hour's drive away from here, and it's not a hard place to find. You don't have a driver's license, and cycling there would take too long, so just take a cab there. I'll pay for the cab fees.” Mr Kim reaches into his pant pocket, grabs some spare cash and stuffs it into Noeul's palm. “Here, this should be enough money to cover the cab fees. Just close up the store early today, take a cab to KQ, drop off the delivery and then you're free to go home and get some rest.”

No. No, no, no. She can't go back there, especially not the language and arts department. And not today, of all days. Why did it have to be today? Her gaze flits to the calendar hung up at the side wall near the cash register; the calendar's flipped to the July page, number 19 circled in red. 19 July, the day it happened. Noeul feels her insides writhe in agony.

She needs to come up with an excuse, and quick. “But Mr Kim, I really-”

“Sorry Noeul, but I really got to go. I'm leaving this delivery to you, okay? I'll make sure to hire someone as soon as I can!” Mr Kim hastily waves goodbye and then rushes out of Fever24, leaving a helpless Noeul behind.

“Fuck.”

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A/N: back with chapter 2 after a million years! The wheels have started turning and the inevitable meeting between the two fated ones are nearing.. Guess what happens next.

Feel free to leave comments and let me know what you think of the story so far! Thanks for reading <3

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feverishbangtan · 3 years

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i want to ki__ you (answers may vary) (Part 1/2)

college sports AU

Where soccer captain Taehyung and basketball captain Jungkook have to work through their differences.

Sickie: Jungkook and Taehyung a little bit

Caretaker: Taehyung and Jungkook kind of

Word Count: 8505

TW: blood, slight description of injury

Here’s part 2

(BIG BIG THANK YOU TO @katiesdailystruggle FOR PROOFREADING THIS!!! seriously, thank you so much for taking the time to do that 💕)

"Why are you still here? You know it's our turn-" Taehyung stops himself when the basketball captain, Jeon Jungkook, walks right up into his face. They're the same height but Jungkook is much buffer. Taehyung doesn't back down because of that, though.

"What? It's your what?" He sneers, clearly enjoying this. Riling up Taehyung seems to be his favorite pastime. It has been like that ever since the younger one became the captain of the basketball team. Taehyung doesn't remember why or when exactly it happened, but somehow this rivalry started between the basketball and soccer team that has the two captains constantly arguing with each other.

Taehyung's face turns red in anger as he grits out, "It's our turn in the locker room."

"We have the right to be here until we're done." Jungkook shrugs and throws his towel over his shoulder.

"No. You're supposed to be done by the time we get here." Taehyung tries hard to stay calm, but the younger is just so infuriating that Taehyung really wants to punch him when he laughs out loud.

"But I'm not," Jungkook challenges, "what are you going to do about it, Kim?"

Jungkook pushes him back until Taehyung's back hits the cold metal of the locker behind him. The football captain doesn't back down. He pushes out his chest and makes himself bigger to try and intimidate the younger. Jungkook doesn't care though, he copies Taehyung's stance and the tension thickens between them.

"Go take a shower so you can finally leave. You reek." Taehyung pinches his nose in mock disgust and pushes against Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook chuckles and turns back around to his locker, grabbing his shampoo and body wash.

—

It's tight in the locker room with eleven men squeezed into the small space at once. It's also loud with all of them talking to each other.

And even though Taehyung was just teasing Jungkook when he told him he stinks, it wasn't a complete lie. The changing room tends to get smelly and stuffy when the men return to the small room after hours of practice.

"Can someone open a window, please?" Hoseok, another football player, begs loudly. His teammate Mark is quick to open the small windows to let in some fresh air.

While the basketball players shower, the soccer players change into their training outfits. It quickly becomes apparent when the basketball players are done, the noise level going up by a few notches when they trudge back into the changing room.

Taehyung is pulling on his socks when he dares to glance up. His eyes get stuck on the muscular back of the man in front of him. He can also see an array of tattoos on Jungkook's right arm.

Jimin notices how his best friend is staring off into space. He is about to wave his hand in front of Taehyung's face when he realizes that he isn't spacing out. No, not at all. Instead, he is staring very intensely at Jungkook's back. Jimin has to admit the basketball captain is quite the sight.

He whistles suggestively to tease Taehyung, who immediately snaps out of it. A deep blush rises on his cheeks and he throws out his arm to elbow Jimin.

Jungkook hears the small commotion behind him. He looks over his shoulder and notices how Taehyung's head snaps down a little too quickly as he pretends to adjust his socks. Again. The blush on the football player doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

He smirks and once he feels Taehyung's eyes on his back again he decides to give him a little show. Jungkook slowly unties the towel around his waist and slides it down; inch by inch. Once it's halfway down his butt he stops and pulls it back up, trying hard not to laugh when he hears Taehyung’s quiet groan.

Jungkook puts on his briefs before he throws the towel onto the bench behind himself. Or tries to. Instead, it lands directly in Taehyung's lap and the soccer captain is not amused about it. He throws it back at the younger, full force.

"Are you fucking stupid?!" Jungkook cries out, one hand on his lower back where a red welt is already forming from where the towel hit him.

Taehyung just shrugs innocently and Jungkook decides to drop it instead of starting an argument. Grumbling, he turns back around to look for a T-shirt inside his gym bag.

"Hey, JK!" Yugyeom, one of the basketball players yells to get the captain's attention, "Do you still have that ball in your locker? Bambam, Minho, and I want to practice some more but none of us have a ball. And we can't take the ones from the gym anymore," he trails off, his eyes wide and hands folded together in a begging gesture.

Jungkook nods and grabs the heavy orange ball, "just make sure to return it tomorrow."

Without a second glance, he tosses it over to his team member. Unfortunately, Taehyung chooses that exact moment to stand up. He only has a second to register Jungkook's horrified expression right before the hard rubber hits Taehyung right in the face. The thud of the ball hitting the floor echos loudly inside the silent changing room. Someone gasps and then the room fills with Jungkook's laughter. More people start laughing.

Taehyung doesn’t think any of this is funny. He's furious and Jimin tries to stop him when he stalks up to Jungkook. Without a warning, Taehyung swings his fist directly into Jungkook's face. It connects with the younger's jaw. Jungkook can taste blood on his tongue.

"What the-!" Before he can finish his sentence, Taehyung is at him again. The room fills with loud screams and the smell of sweat once again.

Both the football and basketball players try to pry the two apart and stop the fight. They end up pushing each other instead while the two captains still exchange blows.

The shrill noise of a whistle sounds through the locker room, breaking everyone apart. Jungkook shifts off of Taehyung's body, which he had pinned to the floor, as the other players move to create a path for coach Song. The football coach looks very displeased when he approaches the two. With raised eyebrows, he takes in their disheveled appearances. Both athletes already have bruises forming on their faces. Jungkook's lip is swollen and bleeding and Taehyung has blood running down from his nose.

"What," coach Song starts, voice scarily calm and low, "is going on here?"

His sharp eyes fixate on the two captains and narrow dangerously when he doesn't get an answer right away.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook push themselves off the floor and stand with their backs pressed against the lockers, shoulders tense and gaze towards the floor.

"I'm sorry, coach," Taehyung whispers apologetically.

Song clicks his tongue, "that's not what I asked."

"We fought," Jungkook mumbles, explaining the obvious. Unconsciously, his hand moves up to touch his hair; a nervous habit of his. But as soon as he realizes it he drops it, instead, fidgeting with his fingers.

"You fought?" The coach hums knowingly, "and why is that?"

It's not like that feud between them is an unknown thing. Everyone on campus knows that the two team captains can't stand each other. But it has never gotten this bad. There is the occasional verbal exchange and that tends to get loud and threats get thrown around, but it never ended in a physical altercation up until now.

"He started it!"

"It was an accident!" They exclaim at the same time, trying to defend themselves.

Coach Song rubs his temples with an annoyed frown. "You're both dismissed for now. We'll have a conversation about this tomorrow, together with coach Kim," the man sighs and turns to leave the changing room.

"But- coach Song, practice-," Taehyung stutters confusedly.

"I said you're dismissed. The rest of you," the coach looks around the other men, "be ready for practice in 5." With that, he leaves and one after another the guys start moving, getting dressed, and cleaning up.

"Oh, great," Taehyung grumbles and sends Jungkook a glare.

"Not my fault you're getting physical all of a sudden," Jungkook tells him, just as annoyed.

Taehyung wants to lunge at him again, but this time Jackson and Kibum grab him and hold him back. "Tae, man, relax. He's not worth it," Jackson tells him and loosens his grip when the younger calms down. Jungkook scoffs as he walks past them to grab his bag and finally leave.

—

The next afternoon Taehyung, Jungkook, and both of their trainers hold the meeting they were warned about the day before.

"That's-This is insane! It wasn’t even a big fight! It was just a small scuffle!" Jungkook argues after hearing their punishment. But his black eye and bruised jaw beg to differ.

As a consequence of the fight, both coaches decide to take away their status as captain of their teams. They're also both suspended for the next six games.

"He's right. That's too harsh." As much as Taehyung dislikes the (ex-)basketball captain, this is something they agree on.

Coach Kim turns to Song with raised eyebrows and then back to the two athletes, looking impressed when he says: "You two agreeing on something? That's a first."

Jungkook throws his head back and whines, "Coach Kim, please!"

"Coach Song, I'm begging. Don't do this, please!" Taehyung slips off the chair and kneels in front of his trainer.

"This isn't up for debate. You two are dismissed." Both coaches simply ignore their pleading and whining.

Coach Song waves his hand at them, shooing them out of the room. Realizing that there’s no point in making a fuss, both boys get up to leave.

"Oh, right! Taehyung-ah, Jungkook-ah, don't forget about the sports camp. We're leaving this Friday," the football coach reminds them before they can walk out of the door.

Right. The biannual sports camp. They totally forgot about that and, to be honest, they're both a bit surprised that they weren't expelled from that as well as part of their punishment. They wouldn’t mind that much, though spending a whole week in a cabin in the forest together wasn't exactly heavenly. The rest of their teams usually enjoy it a lot since they all get along pretty well.

—

"Alright, everyone! Gather around!" Coach Kim yells over the chatter of the athletes. He's standing on the front porch of the big cabin with a clipboard in hand, looking over the crowd that just left the bus that brought them here. Coach Song is standing next to him and he's about to pull out his whistle to get everyone’s attention but they quiet down and look at the two men expectantly.

"Everyone, welcome to our second sports camp of the year! Unfortunately, we're a bit late with it being October already but we're hoping the weather keeps up for this week," coach Song starts explaining and turns to the basketball trainer to continue.

Coach Kim clears his throat before he announces that they'll start with the distribution of rooms.

"Bambam and Yugyeom, you're in cabin 1." The two basketball players holler and high-five each other happily.

"Momo and Nayeon in cabin 2." They hug each other, very happy about sharing a room.

Taehyung stops paying attention to what the basketball coach is saying until he hears his name being called out.

"Taehyung and," the footballer played swears he sees a smirk on the man's face, "Jungkook. You're in cabin 7."

Before the words even register in Taehyung's mind, Jungkook is already complaining about it. "Coach, please! Didn't you punish me enough already? Isn’t this too cruel?"

Coach Kim just laughs and tells him it's not a punishment. Jungkook and Taehyung feel like it's one, though.

"Before you ask: no, you can't change rooms with someone else," coach Song smiles at them, but it shuts them both up.

The trainers announce the rest of the rooms and then hand out the keys, telling everyone to come back to the big cabin for lunch in an hour.

Despite the warning, Jungkook decides that's enough time to ask the other guys if one of them is willing to change roommates with him.

However, after half an hour he's asked each of them and no one was willing to change. So he begrudgingly goes to the cabin assigned to him and his archnemesis Taehyung.

The cabins are small yet cozy and each of them has its own bathroom. Luckily there are two separate beds, instead of a bunk bed or one big bed, in Taehyung and Jungkook's cabin.

"I don’t like sleeping in the middle of the room, so I chose the one up against the wall. I hope you don't mind," Taehyung trails off and moves the blanket from where he stands in front of the bed.

And really, there's no issue with that at all. Jungkook doesn’t mind, but this is Taehyung and nothing ever goes smoothly with them so he looks at the other man and says: "I do mind. I wanted that bed."

"Oh." For a second Taehyung looks like he feels guilty for choosing a bed without talking to Jungkook first but it is gone just as quickly, "Too bad. I was here first." He continues adjusting the bedding and ignores Jungkook completely.

"That's not fair," Jungkook complains, "Rock-paper-scissors. Winner gets to choose the bed." He smirks as he holds out his first, ready to win.

Taehyung sighs but accepts anyway. "Only one round," he says, staring into Jungkook's eyes. They're a deep brown but they shine brightly, almost like small galaxies and Taehyung gets lost in them for a moment. Jungkook's voice starting the chant brings him back to reality.

"Gawi bawi bo!"

Taehyung shows scissors while Jungkook's fist is balled up to show rock.

"Let's play three rounds! Whoever has two wins can choose!" Taehyung quickly tries to retract his earlier statement but Jungkook shakes his head. He grins as he drops his bag on the bed Taehyung tried to prepare for himself.

"Note to self," Taehyung groans, "never play rock-paper-scissors against that jerk again."

The hour passes by quickly. During lunch, everyone can sit wherever they want, but Taehyung and Jungkook still end up sitting at the same table, although not next to each other, due to mutual friends.

"Ah, hot!" Jungkook drops the ladle back into the pot when the steam burns his hand.

"Jungkook-ah, let hyung do it." Seokjin grabs the ladle instead and scoops hotpot into Jungkook's bowl for him. Jungkook thanks the soccer player and happily continues eating.

Lunch is a quiet affair, at least concerning Taehyung and Jungkook's constant arguing. They're probably too busy eating and enjoying the meal the chef prepared for the athletes.

After eating, they all gather in the backyard at the request of their coaches. They prepared some games, claiming it's important to strengthen the trust and teamwork between all of them.

They start with a game of tug-of-war, teams evenly divided between basketball and football players. Taehyung is at the front of his line and Jungkook spearheads the basketball team's side, the two of them staring into each other’s eyes.

"Any last words, Kim?" Jungkook sneers, tightening his hold on the rope.

"Stop talking and let's start already." Taehyung adjusts his grip and stance, ready to win the game.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!" Solar yells to start the tug-of-war.

It doesn’t even take half a minute before Jungkook's side wins. Taehyung ends up stumbling into a puddle of mud, his clothes dirty and wet. Coach Song announces the second game right away and Taehyung complains about being unable to clean up.

When the second game turns out to be a three-legged race Taehyung doesn't mind it so much anymore. Pair games are to be done by the cabin mates and Taehyung makes sure to hold on tight to his partner, Jungkook, and get him dirty as well.

The pair loses the game by far. They end up stumbling through the finish line as the very last ones, unable to put their stubbornness aside and work together.

"I can't believe you can't even walk properly," Jungkook criticizes, blaming their loss on Taehyung entirely.

"It's not my fault you kept trying to run off on your own. I hope your kneecaps bruise." Taehyung pokes his tongue out and joins the group assembling for the next game.

"Okay, the next game is called human knot. Does everyone know what that is?" Coach Song asks and when they all answer in the affirmative he tells them to start.

It's a mess as they all try to grab someone's hand and hold onto it and it gets even messier when they try to untangle themselves. Jungkook tugs on his right hand to see who he's holding onto. He's surprised when he looks into the familiar eyes of one Kim Taehyung. The older groans when he realizes it as well. They look down at their hands and realize that they both grabbed each other’s hands and aren’t even included in the big circle the human knot is supposed to create.

"Oh c'mon, this can't be for real," Taehyung groans in annoyance.

Jungkook clears his throat, getting Taehyung's attention back, "uh, you can let go now."

Taehyung lets go of the other's hands immediately and they stand off to the side to watch the rest of their team members untangle themselves, occasionally giving them advice.

When it starts raining they all seek shelter in the big cabin. There’s a huge room in the basement, stocked with various games like a pool table and karaoke.

"Ooh, let's have a singing competition! Winner gets a prize!" Kibum suggests and they all agree. The athletes entertain themselves like that until dinner.

After dinner, the trainers announce the plan for the next day. "In the morning there will be a blindfolded obstacle course that you'll work through with your roommate."

"After the lunch break, there will be a scavenger hunt. You'll get a list of tasks you'll need to complete and a camera to take pictures with. That should take up the whole afternoon so that's all for tomorrow," coach Song explains and dismisses them with a reminder that there's a night curfew set for 11 pm.

—

The blindfolded obstacle course is not going well for Taehyung and Jungkook. The coaches made sure to make the course as safe as possible but somehow, Jungkook still manages to find a pole he can let Taehyung walk into.

Taehyung rips the blindfold from his eyes angrily. "You're such an ass, you know that, Jeon?" He scowls at his partner and if looks could kill Jungkook would drop dead right then and there.

"Oops," Jungkook grins, shrugging his shoulders. "Put the blindfold back on, we're not done with the course yet."

But Taehyung refuses, "no. No way. You put it on now."

Jungkook gulps. He didn’t take into account that he'd have to walk the course as well and that Taehyung's probably going to get back at him.

As much as Jungkook enjoyed making Taehyung trip and walk into things before, he now regrets it. He curses when he hits his shin. Again. Jungkook is sure it'll bruise.

Jungkook’s foot catches on something and he loses his balance, falling onto the wet grass underneath. Luckily, he can catch himself with his hands. Jungkook pulls the blindfold down and pushes himself back so he’s crouching, balancing his weight on his feet. He glares up at Taehyung who looks very unapologetic.

"Asshole," Jungkook mutters.

He gets back up and reluctantly pulls the blindfold back over his eyes. Taehyung leads him through the rest of the course quickly, Jungkook constantly tripping.

-

This time, they all sit divided by their respective sports teams at lunch. It's loud as they converse with each other but the atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable.

"So JK, how's it going with your roommate?" BamBam giggles knowingly, as it's very obvious how things are between the two former captains.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and glances at the boy in question. Surprisingly, Taehyung is already looking at him. Jungkook is sure he sees the older blush before he turns his head quickly, pretending he wasn’t looking at the basketball player.

"Could be worse, I guess," he eventually answers, not elaborating on it. The team just accepts it, most of them already have their attention elsewhere anyway.

The conversations are interrupted by coach Song tapping his spoon against a glass to call for everybody’s attention.

"Everyone, please listen up!" he speaks loudly, "After lunch, the scavenger hunt will begin. We put up a table with disposable cameras and a list of tasks by the entrance," they all turn their heads to see what he's talking about, "This is another activity to be done with your cabin roommate. Everything is explained on the task paper, however, should there be any more questions coach Kim and I will be here to answer them for you before we start."

Coach Kim adds: "Please try to get along and take care of each other!"

"You hear that, Tae? Try not to kill your roommate and bury him in the forest," Dahyun snickers, and the rest of the team laugh out loud.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at her, "HaHa. Very funny."

-

Taehyung and Jungkook stand in front of the cabin awkwardly. The scavenger hunt will begin at exactly 2 pm so there's still time for everyone to read the paper and ask questions if there are any.

Jungkook is fiddling with the camera while Taehyung is reading the paper to make sure he understands everything.

"So basically, we just have to find and do these things on this list and take pictures of it. This shouldn’t be too hard," Taehyung explains.

Jungkook nods, "yeah, sure. What’s first?"

"Uh," Taehyung looks at the paper and reads out loud, "First, find a pine cone. That should be easy."

Before Jungkook can agree, they hear a whistle from the porch of the big cabin. Both trainers are standing there, waiting for everyone to turn their attention to them.

"All right, everyone! I hope you all dressed appropriately," coach Kim laughs, "The hunt will start shortly but before that, I want to make sure everybody understands the tasks. Or are there any questions?"

They all shake their heads, letting the coaches know that everything is clear and they're ready to leave.

"Great. You have two hours to complete everything. We want to see everyone back inside this cabin by 4 pm. Stay on the paths, take care of each other, and good luck!" And with that, they're dismissed and sent off into the forest.

Instead of following everyone else down the large gravel path, Jungkook pulls Taehyung towards a smaller path leading into the forest as the foot of the mountain.

"If we're alone the others can't find the things on the list before we do and we'll be done faster," he explains just as Taehyung wants to protest. Mulling it over for a second, Taehyung has to agree that it's a good idea and just walks alongside the other, looking for a pine cone to complete the first task.

-

An hour into the hunt, Taehyung and Jungkook had already finished most of the tasks. It's been going pretty smoothly, with no major arguments and only a little bit of teasing and bickering here and there.

"Okay, the next task is..." Taehyung looks at the list, reading the challenge out loud, "to find berries."

The boys walk down the empty path, keeping an eye out for anything that resembles a berry. There are already leaves on the ground and the whole forest looks like it's burning with hues of orange, red, and yellow. It's hard to find anything in the autumn woods.

"Here!" Taehyung yells out loud, pointing at a bush with bright red little balls on it.

"Good enough. Let's take a picture and keep going." Jungkook takes a picture with the camera quickly.

"You think they're edible?" the younger wonders, looking at the berries on the bush.

"Don't try it, maybe they're poisonous," Taehyung argues, then thinks about it for another moment, "actually, maybe you should."

"Hey, coaches said you should take care of me!" Jungkook exclaims jokingly, "Also, I'm not dumb, I won't try some weird berries that I don't even know."

Taehyung laughs but quickly sobers up again, reminding himself who he's talking to and that he shouldn't be laughing at Jeon Jungkook's jokes out of all people.

"I don't know about the 'I'm not dumb'-part...," Taehyung teases.

Jungkook clutches at his chest in mock hurt, "what is that supposed to mean? I will let you know that my grades are pretty decent!"

"Whatever, let's keep going," Taehyung ends the bickering and glances up at the sky, "I want to finish this and get back before it starts raining and it looks like it'll start soon."

"Yeah, you're right," Jungkook agrees, also looking up at the darkening sky decorated with grey, rain-heavy clouds, "let's keep moving."

Another twenty minutes or so later the downpour starts, accompanied by thunder. Taehyung jumps at the noise, surprised by how loud it is.

"Are you scared, Kim?" Jungkook smirks.

Taehyung shoves his shoulder and shakes his head, "no. Anyways, shall we turn around?"

"Hmm, we're not done, yet, are we?"

"Not quite but it doesn't matter considering the weather," Taehyung points out and continues, "It's raining, it's getting darker and it's cold. Let's just go back."

Miraculously, Jungkook agrees instead of starting an argument but he has to admit to himself that Taehyung is right and even his competitive spirit can't win against that. They turn around and walk back the way they came from, which seems easy enough. Until they come to a crossroad.

"So," Taehyung starts, "how do we get back?"

The older honestly didn't pay attention to which way they went, too focused on the tasks at hand. He realizes now that it was a mistake but hopes that Jungkook remembers the way back.

"I think it's this way." Jungkook points to the left path but he doesn't sound very confident in his decision.

"You think?" Taehyung asks and tries to remember the way himself. They've been walking up this whole time and the left path does seem to lead back down from the mountain so maybe it's worth a try.

Jungkook scoffs at the doubt in Taehyung's tone, even though he isn't sure about it himself. "Well do you have a better idea? Did you suddenly remember?"

"No...," Taehyung admits meekly.

They walk down the path Jungkook decided on. The weather is steadily getting worse, the rain getting stronger and the temperatures getting colder the later it gets. Both men are completely soaked through, hair matted to their foreheads due to the wetness and their shoes are covered in mud.

They must've been walking for an hour already and they were getting nowhere. The camp still isn't even in sight and all they can see are trees and bushes.

"Ugh! This isn't the right way! We should've been back by now!" Taehyung yells out in frustration. He's tired and cold and his feet are aching.

They stop walking to look around them but there isn't anything that tells them the way. There aren't even any signs that could lead them back towards camp.

"We took a lot of smaller by-paths instead of the main pathways. Maybe we should look for one of those and follow it...," Jungkook suggests and uses the sleeve of his jacket to rub at his runny nose.

"Yeah, what a great idea," Taehyung replies sarcastically, pushing his wet hair out of his face again.

Jungkook groans in annoyance, "well, do you have a better idea, Kim?"

Taehyung stays quiet for a moment before he quietly replies: "Maybe it's worth a try."

"They should've just let us take our phones with us. Then we wouldn't be in this mess now," Taehyung grumbles as they keep walking, looking for a junction that'll lead them to one of the smaller paths down the mountain.

"Hey, Kim," Jungkook stops walking, squinting at something off to the side of the way they're walking on, "there's another way down this slope. It seems to go downwards."

Taehyung stops next to him and sees the trail the younger is talking about. It indeed looks like it's leading to the foot of the mountain. They're lost already anyway and Taehyung doesn't think this situation could get any worse than this.

"Yeah, let's try that one then," he mumbles and follows Jungkook down the slope to reach the path below.

It's muddy and slippery but Jungkook gets down just fine, only his shoes and pants getting dirty.

Taehyung is almost at the bottom when he suddenly slips. His ankle twists as he tries to catch himself and he falls, landing face-first in the mud.

"Fuck!" Taehyung yells out profanities and clutches his ankle, face contorted in pain. Jungkook curses as he crouches down to take a look at Taehyung's foot.

"Let me see." He carefully rolls up the bottom of Taehyung's soiled pants and moves his hands out of the way. Taehyung's ankle is already swollen and painful looking, "Can you move it?" Taehyung tries to roll his ankle but it's painful. Luckily it doesn't seem to be broken, though, or he wouldn't have been able to move it at all.

"Fuck. I can't believe this is happening. This day just keeps getting worse," Taehyung complains, angry at himself and Jungkook and the whole world.

Jungkook ignores him, pondering on what to do. Eventually, he decides to take off his jacket to create a makeshift bandage to stabilize the injured limb. It's not ideal but it's not like he has a first-aid box with him.

Taehyung's focus shifts from his injury to Jungkook, who's now only wearing a black T-shirt that clings to his well-defined body. Taehyung definitely isn't staring.

"Like what you see?" Jungkook teases lightheartedly when he notices.

Jungkook hopes that Taehyung does like what he’s seeing. And it's only because he's working hard to maintain this body and not because he wants Taehyung to like him. Not at all.

Taehyung shakes his head and furrows his brows, ignoring the quip. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?!"

It's freezing, now that the sun almost completely set, and it's still raining heavily. The windbreaker Jungkook was wearing protected him at least a little bit against the terrible weather. However, Jungkook simply ignores Taehyung's protests and rips the arms off of his jacket.

"You're out of your mind!" Taehyung yells at him, "Are you fucking stupid?!"

"You're the one who's too stupid to walk," Jungkook mutters, concentrating on tying the ripped up jacket around the injured ankle.

"Well, who's fault is this?" Taehyung starts another argument, "If it wasn't for you none of this would be happening! That fight wouldn't have happened! We wouldn't be roommates! We wouldn't have gotten lost and we wouldn’t be here together now! And this stupid injury wouldn't have happened either!" The older cries out all of his frustration.

"And who started the fight that got us into this mess?!" Jungkook counters, getting worked up as well.

Taehyung's face turns red in anger. "You literally threw a basketball at me! Did you ever get hit by one?! Do you even know how bad that hurts?!"

"I didn't even throw it at you! You just punched me out of nowhere! And just for your information, yes, I've gotten hit by basketballs plenty of times."

"Well, that explains a lot of things. You probably don't have any brain cells left because of that. Maybe you should stop playing basketball!"

This time, Jungkook is the one tempted to hit Taehyung. But he doesn't. Instead, he takes a few deep breaths and tightens the knot around Taehyung's ankle a little harder than needed. The older yelps and grabs for his hurting leg as he glares at Jungkook.

Jungkook ignores it and turns, so he's crouching with his back towards Taehyung, "whatever. Shut up and hop on my back."

"I- You- What?" Taehyung stutters, "No! Just- Just help me up."

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook obliges anyway. He grabs Taehyung's arm and pulls him up into a standing position. It's a little bit shaky and Taehyung leans on Jungkook for support. He tries to take a step but immediately realizes that no, this won't work. He can't walk at all. So, Taehyung stands there with a pout on his face, angry at himself for hurting his ankle and angry at Jungkook for getting him into this situation in the first place.

Jungkook sighs and offers Taehyung a ride on his back again. This time, he agrees and jumps on Jungkook's back. For a second, Taehyung thinks about thanking him for his help but shakes his head instead and tells himself that, no, this is all that idiot's fault and he doesn't deserve a thank you.

They've been walking for a while now and Taehyung can feel how cold Jungkook's body is. He can also feel his muscles seizing with each shiver and cough he lets out.

Honestly, Taehyung isn't doing much better. His nose must be a bright red from constantly rubbing it against Jungkook's shoulder or his own sleeve.

"You can't carry me all the way back to camp. We don't even know how far it is," Taehyung mumbles into Jungkook's ear.

"We-," Jungkook clears his throat when his voice cracks and starts again, "We don't. But you clearly can't walk so do you have a better idea?"

"Well, no…."

"Then stop complaining."

-

They've been following the trail for a while now. Jungkook is still carrying Taehyung on his back, but it's clear how tired he is. They both are.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Taehyung looks around himself, with no clue as to where they are or where they are going. Luckily, the rain started to let up a little bit so it's only a soft drizzle now.

"No," Jungkook admits, "do you know the way?" The question is rhetorical but Taehyung answers him regardless: "No. But-"

"Then finally shut your mouth," Jungkook interrupts him angrily, "At least I'm trying! All you do is complain!"

Taehyung huffs, "Again, if it weren't for you we wouldn't be lost in the first place."

Jungkook stops walking but he doesn't throw Taehyung off his back. "Literally, how is any of this my fault?! You're just as much at fault!"

"It just is!" Taehyung yells into his ear and Jungkook winces at the loud noise. "Everything's always your fault!"

"Oh, shut up already or I'll drop you and leave you here." The threat is empty but Taehyung doesn't want to test him.

"Noooo~ Please don't!" He begs, acting cute to relieve some of the tension he created. "But please hurry up."

-

They continue walking for what feels like hours. The rain stopped but it's still cold and dark outside. They should've been back hours ago. The others back in the camp must be worried or angry at them. Maybe the trainers even organized a search party by now.

Taehyung and Jungkook are both freezing. They keep sniffling, their red noses runny and their throats raw from coughing. They both know they'll probably get sick. That's really not how they wanted to spend the week in sports camp.

"Huh?" Taehyung perks up and it catches Jungkook's attention. "Isn't that the big cabin?" He wonders out loud, pointing somewhere ahead of them.

Jungkook looks up and squints into the direction Taehyung is pointing at. And there, through the dark, he can see the faint lights of the big cabin.

"You're right! It is!" He yells excitedly. Jungkook hikes Taehyung higher up on his back and, with a new spurt of energy, he grabs Taehyung's thighs tightly and sprints towards camp.

—

Jungkook is back in his and Taehyung's cabin. He's still freezing cold, unable to get warm, even after taking a hot shower and changing into warm, comfortable clothes. Curling up under the thick duvet doesn't cease the shivering, either.

When they arrived back at the cabin, they surprisingly didn't get scolded. Coach Song was relieved to see them back at camp.

Coach Kim had left with a small group to go and look for them but the football trainer had sent him a text message when the two boys stumbled into the hut.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been the last ones to arrive back. A glance at the clock told them that they had been wandering around the woods for a good three and a half hours.

When the basketball trainer had gotten back, he sent Jungkook off to his cabin with a tray full of dinner. Taehyung, however, had to stay with them. As trainers of sports teams, coach Song and coach Kim have pretty decent medical knowledge and can treat Taehyung's injury well enough before they'd have him see a doctor in the morning.

It's another hour later, Jungkook half asleep already, when the door opens again and Taehyung hobbles in with the help of Seokjin and Hoseok.

"Ah, sorry. We didn't mean to wake you," Hoseok apologizes to Jungkook when he stirs and looks up at the newcomers sleepily.

Jungkook pulls the blanket higher and pushes his face into it. "Wasn'sleep," he slurs hoarsely. He clears his throat and swallows painfully. He has a sore throat and having to breathe through his mouth because his nose is blocked isn’t helping. Jungkook closes his eyes and tries to ignore the commotion in favor of going back to sleep, but the whispers keep him awake.

"All right, done," Seokjin says as he adjusts the pillows under Taehyung's foot one last time and, eventually, pulls the blanket over him. "Goodnight, rest well."

"Sleep well, Taehyungie," Hoseok bids goodbye, then adds, "you, too, Jungkook-ah."

Taehyung tells them goodnight as well, but Jungkook only manages a mutter of incoherent noises.

After that, Jungkook falls asleep rather quickly and Taehyung is so exhausted, he doesn't stay up for much longer, either.

-

Jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night. He's coughing so hard he has to sit up to be able to breathe and, even then, it's hard to get air into his lungs. When the coughing finally lets up, he sucks in a deep breath and rubs his chest.

The long sleeve he decided to wear for the night now sticks to his clammy skin uncomfortably. Jungkook groans at how miserable he's feeling already.

He fluffs up his pillows so he's laying a little bit higher than usual, his stuffed-up sinuses thanking him when he lays back down. There's already a pounding in his head and behind his eyes and Jungkook moans at how heavy his body feels when he turns on his side, pressing his aching head into the soft cushion.

Jungkook hates being sick. He hates how he always ends up feeling downright terrible. Because no matter how small of a sickness it is, it always knocks him off his feet entirely. Somehow, his body fights even the smallest of colds with a high fever and his lungs try to eject themselves whenever he has a cough. And not to mention the bone-shattering ache in his limbs that make it hard to move. But the worst of it all is the dizziness that always comes with any illness. It renders him helpless and leaves him dependent on other people’s care.

He's already dreading the next few days because Jungkook knows that the only person with him is Taehyung and he's not looking forward to needing the older one's help at all.

—

"Jungkook," Taehyung whisper-yells, "Jungkook. Wake up."

It's already past noon and Jungkook is still asleep.

Taehyung wasn’t so lucky. The soccer team's trainer woke him up early in the morning. They drove to the city to get his injury assessed by a doctor. He came back to camp two hours later, with a bandage around his ankle and crutches to help him walk.

"You have my number so you can text me, or your friends if you need anything," coach Song told him when he accompanied him back to his cabin. "Are you sure you want to stay, though? You won't be able to attend most of the activities with this injury."

Taehyung nodded, "yes, I do want to stay. I think it's good for the team to spend this time together."

Song agreed and was about to leave the cabin when he turned back around again. "Since you're hurt and Jungkook is sick, you two can use this time you'll be spending together in this cabin to reconcile. It'll do you both good!" And with that, he left them alone.

"Jungkook, wake up!" Taehyung demands loudly and finally, it works.

Jungkook stirs and slowly sits up. He's staring straight ahead of him in a daze and smacks his lips. One side of his hair is matted to his head from going to sleep with wet hair but even when he's so disheveled he still looks cute. Taehyung shakes his head. Stop thinking stuff like that.

"Finally," Taehyung groans, acting annoyed, "I'm hungry. Do you want something as well?"

Jungkook is a little more awake now and he's not happy about it. "You woke me up because of that?"

"Well, yes. I just thought-," Jungkook interrupts Taehyung, "Stop thinking then. I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat. Just leave me alone."

"What a grump," Taehyung murmurs under his breath and if Jungkook hears him, he ignores it.

-

There’s a loud knock on the door right before it opens. Jimin walks in with a tray, a bright smile on his lips. Behind him, Yoongi follows him inside, with only a bowl and spoon in his hands.

"Dinner is ready!" Jimin announces loudly.

"Yay!" Taehyung cheers, "Thank you, Jiminie!"

Yoongi walks up to Jungkook's bedside, "here, I brought you something, too. Thought some soup would do you good."

"Thank you, hyung." Jungkook's voice is quiet, his throat raw and painful.

"Alright, I'll be going then," Yoongi bids his farewell again, "Get well soon. Both of you."

Jimin leaves with him but not without hugging Taehyung tightly and reminding him to text him whenever he needs anything.

They eat in silence then. Taehyung eating all of the meat and vegetables his best friend brought him, while Jungkook only manages a few spoonfuls of the chicken rice soup before he puts it aside. Taehyung finds it odd, knowing how much the younger one usually eats. He really must be feeling bad, he thinks.

"I'll take a nap, so-," a cough interrupts Jungkook and he clears his throat before he continues, "so don't bother me again."

"Yeah, whatever," Taehyung mutters nasally. He didn’t get away scot-free from yesterday’s predicament, either. He's definitely not doing as bad as Jungkook, but he does have a stuffed up nose and a small cough as well.

Jungkook has only been asleep for around an hour when Taehyung debates waking him up again. He really needs to use the bathroom and he has trouble using the crutches, obviously not used to them yet. But is this worth waking up Jungkook for? And asking him for help? Taehyung wonders if he can take that blow to his ego or if he should just struggle his way to the bathroom with the crutches.

Deciding that he doesn’t want to deal with the younger man's wrath, Taehyung sits up and grabs his crutches that lean against the wall by his bed. At first, it goes quite well. He's taking slow steps, one crutch, and one foot at a time. But then he gets too confident. Taehyung takes bigger and faster steps. And that's when it happens. He's moving the left crutch before the right one is properly positioned and suddenly he's on the floor.

The noise Taehyung makes and the thud from the fall wake up Jungkook. Usually, he's a heavy sleeper and it's incredibly hard to wake him up but when he's unwell, his sleep is so light, even a needle falling to the floor could wake him up.

He's a little bit dazed at first, staring off into space before his mind catches up. He can hear Taehyung’s grunts from the bathroom and realizes what must've happened. Jungkook coughs into his elbow and gets up slowly, hoping he doesn’t have a fever yet that is bad enough to make him dizzy. He feels a little unsteady on his feet and his head pounds in time with his heartbeats but his vision doesn’t swim and the world doesn’t tilt.

"Taehyung? Are you alright?"

Jungkook finds him on the floor of the bathroom, crutches on either side of him as Taehyung cradles his injured leg. He looks up, eyes wide in surprise.

"I- Yes. Uh, can you help me up? Please?" Taehyung asks shyly.

It's a bit of a struggle but Jungkook manages to get a good grip on him. Being so close to each other, Taehyung can feel how warm and sweaty the other is. He tries to be helpful when Jungkook pulls him up, so it won't be too hard for him.

"Damn," Jungkook grunts, "You're heavy."

The sympathy he felt for the younger man just a second ago all but evaporates. Taehyung bites his tongue but he does send him a glare.

They stand awkwardly in the bathroom after Jungkook leans him against the wall and hands him his crutches.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Taehyung questions.

"Waiting for you? I don't want to pick you up again." I don't want you to fall again, is what Jungkook is trying to say.

"Then wait outside. I need to pee," Taehyung tells him bluntly.

Jungkook throws up his arms in mock surrender and coughs into his shoulder. "Just making sure you're alright but okay!"

When Taehyung comes back into the room, he notices that Jungkook is curled up beneath his blanket. He frowns at him as he sits down on his own bed, pushing his blanket aside because of how warm it is in the room.

"Are you alright?" Taehyung asks him then. It's obvious that he's not. Jungkook is pale and sweaty, he looks beyond exhausted and he keeps coughing. But still, Taehyung wants to make sure.

Jungkook shoots his concern down, though. "Mind your own business, Kim," he croaks, "and don't bother me."

Taehyung rolls his eyes and leaves him be. He didn’t think Jungkook could get even grumpier, but sick-Jungkook trumps that.

Even in his sleep, Jungkook keeps coughing and sniffling. Taehyung can hear him moving around restlessly, but when he turns to look at the younger man, he's definitely asleep. To ignore him, Taehyung puts in his earphones, watches videos, and listens to music all afternoon.

-

After eating a late dinner (this time he didn't ask anyone to get something for Jungkook as well), Taehyung is pretty tired and ready to sleep. He turns off the music and puts his cell and earphones aside.

Snuggling into his soft pillow, Taehyung closes his eyes. He's about to fall asleep when a harsh coughing fit from the other bed makes him bolt upright. Jungkook is still asleep, though, and Taehyung tries to get comfortable again when he calms down. His eyes feel heavy and his mind is starting to drift off when he's startled back into awareness by another coughing fit.

It goes like that for a good hour before Taehyung groans in frustration and sits up. Jungkook keeps tossing and turning and Taehyung is so tired and frustrated, he grabs his pillow and throws it at his roommate.

It wakes Jungkook up immediately. He sits up in bed, and even through the dim light, Taehyung can see the confused furrow of his brow. He doesn't say anything, though. Doesn't start a fight or yell at Taehyung, and that worries him.

Jungkook leans forward, putting his head in his hands. His whole body shakes when he coughs deeply. Once he calms down Taehyung asks: "Woah, hey, are you okay? That doesn’t sound good."

When Jungkook doesn't answer, Taehyung carefully gets up and hobbles the few steps over to the other bed.

"Jungkook?" he tries again. Still no answer.

Taehyung sits down on the edge of the bed and squints. Even through the dark, he can see how shitty the younger man looks.

He's so pale except for his cheeks that are flushed pink from the fever and his red, raw nose. Even his lips lost all of their colors.

"Hey, JK," Taehyung whispers to get his attention.

It takes a moment, but Jungkook turns his head to look at him. The small movement seems to make him dizzy because he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths. Taehyung can see the beads of sweat gathering at his hairline and Taehyung is sure that if he wasn't so pale already, he would've lost all color in his face right now. When Jungkook finally opens his eyes, they're glassy and unfocused.

"I'll be right back," Taehyung promises, "just wait a second."

He gets up and stumbles to his backpack to retrieve a water bottle. He gets back to Jungkook's bed unscathed and unscrews the bottle. Taehyung hands it to the younger man, who grabs it with shaky hands. Jungkook seems a little more aware after a few sips of water and it calms Taehyung down a little bit. He was getting really worried about him.

"How are you feeling?" Taehyung puts the bottle on the nightstand.

"Not very well," Jungkook admits quietly, nasal voice a telltale sign of his nose being blocked. He has his gaze fixed on his lap, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung. "I'll try to sleep it off."

"You've been keeping me awake with all that coughing, tossing, and turning," Taehyung tells him.

Jungkook looks like a kicked puppy when he hangs his head, seemingly ashamed or upset for keeping Taehyung awake. "I'm sorry," he rasps.

Taehyung just brushes it off and he's about to hop back into his own bed when he notices the strong shivers rocking Jungkook's whole body. His teeth are chattering and he seems to be so cold, even with the thick duvet pulled up to his chin. Taehyung sighs, "scoot over."

"What?" The younger man looks surprised, not expecting something like this at all.

Taehyung nudges him until Jungkook moves, making space for a second person. He turns the bedside light off and gets comfortable in bed, wrapping all of his limbs around Jungkook to spoon him and hopefully warm him up.

Taehyung can feel how tense he is, but after a short while he relaxes and his breathing becomes deeper, easier. And Taehyung thinks he's asleep until he hears the quiet, "Thank you."

It isn’t until Taehyung is sure that the younger man is actually sleeping soundly that he nuzzles his face into Jungkook's neck. "Thank you, too."

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“Jimin?” You softly call. He looks up from his toast in front of him. “Um.. I saw someone unfamiliar with your security.. apart from Jinhyeok and Daniel.. is he new?”

“Ah. I forgot to tell you. His name is Taeseok. He’ll be your bodyguard from now on.” He casually says and went back to eating his toast.

“What?” You say a tad too loudly, startling him. “Why?”

He looks at you again. “What do you mean why- to protect you of course, you idiot.”

He calls you an idiot. Yet you have no idea why your heart flutters at that. Maybe you really are an idiot.

“I can’t be around you all the time and now that the public knows you, you’d need security.”

You swallow. It’s the cons of being a public figure, you guess. Or being married to one.

It’s a busy day at the office that day. You don’t see Jimin a lot. He even tells you to go home first since he had few things to be done. You figured to wait for him but then decided against it since you have something else to do.

Back at home, you’ve been rummaging and scrounging through the kitchen just so you can do what you can with the plan in your mind ever since you find out about Jimin’s birthday. It’s basically still two weeks away but early planning never hurts, you guess.

And that’s how you find yourself teteering dangerously on the edge of a stool because god forbids that the cabinets in the house is freaking high for you. And you curse whoever stacks the antique porcelain cup set so high but thinking it might be Mrs. Lee, you grit your teeth trying to reach it.

“Goddamn it, I just can’t reach it-“ you grumble.

As if on cue, Jimin’s voice broke through the kitchen, startling you and making your hand hit cabinet door before you feet starts to lose balance.

“Fuck Y/N-“ is the last thing you hear before you find yourself succumbing to the gravity and falling in less than elegant way to the ground.

Except the ground doesn’t feel so rough.

A grunt from beneath you makes your eyes shoot open and you’re met with the sight of your husband, his face merely inches from you. His brows creased and his expression pained. It takes you a few moments to realize you fell on top of him.

“Oh my god- are you okay?” You move your body but Jimin ends up grunting again and you panic even more.

“Y/N,” he calls you. You freeze but continue to stare at him in alarm. That’s when you realize that your hips literally met against him, making your private area right against his crotch. You gasp and wastes no time getting up, muttering tonnes of apologies at once.

He gets up as well. “I.. didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shake your head. “No.. I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come. Do you need anything?”

You look up and sees Jimin has his right hand on the back of his head, like he’s shy. He clears his throat.

“I.. got something for you.” As soon as the words come out of his mouth, you could’ve sworn his cheeks are flushing.

You look down at the gift perfectly wrapped in front of you. Slowly, like in a trance you take it from him.

“It’s uh.. I got it from a friend. Long time ago. And I don’t use it.. so.. if you wanna use it.. if you don’t it’s fine-“ Jimin is rambling at this point while you unwrap the gift.

It’s an art set. A freaking expensive one at that. Complete with the canvas, brushes and all kinds of coloring.

You look up and realize Jimin has left you so you start towards him, half running until you see his familiar back in the hallway.

“Jimin-“ you call him and he turns. Not thinking for a second, you hug him tightly. “Thank you.” You say as soon as you let go of him, holding his hand tight. “I love it.” You say in all honesty because you really do mean it.

You wish you could treasure your husband’s look of surprise mixed with some embarassment forever. He looks too adorable for your heart.

“Yeah, um-“ is all he says before he turns his back again and walks away.

You feel your heart pounds so fast as you watch his retreating figure.

No, don’t fall for him. He’s dangerous.

You hug the gift set tight on your chest.

But who are you kidding.

You. Like. Him.

Fuck.

And that’s the main reason that you wake the next morning feeling different. You’ve woken up beside a sleeping Jimin, your own freaking husband for weeks now and yet there he is, still sleeping soundly but your heart is behaving erratically.

Even when you’re having breakfast with him, you feel nervous that you can’t quite look at him in the eye. Like you’re staring at your crush. God, damn it you feel like a highschooler again. A hormonal highschooler.

You’re not yourself at work either. You know your husband has always been good looking but he looks extra handsome today, you think. Or is it just your biased mind talking?

If good looks are illegal, you’d probably be the first to sue him.

“Y/N?” Jimin calls you, pulling you out from your trance of thoughts. Your cheeks flush, feels like you’ve been caught in your embarassing thoughts.

“Y-yes?” You ask as you stand beside his desk in his office.

“You’re so out of it today. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You quickly say and excuse yourself before you can further embarass yourself.

At home that night, taking a huge deep breath and trying hard to calm your trembling hands holding a a cup of coffee and a package, you knock on Jimin’s study room door. You enter after his answer.

He seems busy on his computer, barely looking up to register who’s coming in. You approach silently, almost tiptoeing though you have no idea why.

You put the cup of coffee on the edge of his table together with a wrapped package beside it.

“Jimin..” you call him cautiously. When he doesn’t look up, you continue. “I.. have something for you.”

That seems to pique his interest as he looks up from his work. He looks at you then at the gift you place on his desk.

“I.. made it myself but- um I don’t know if you’ll like it..”

He reaches the package and his fingers move to unwrap it so you quickly turn on your heels, exiting the study room with a pounding heart. His reaction to opening your gift isn’t something that you think your heart can handle.

You had made him a custom name plaque for him to put it in his office. If he ever finds it to his liking. Which you secretly hope he does. You’d made it before with little source you have but you’ve been contemplating too much whether to give it to him because things hadn’t been smooth with him all the time.

But recently you feel like you’ve gotten much progress in your relationship with your husband. So you figured you would just man up and give it to him. Though you promise yourself to make something else for him using the art set he gave you.

“Y/N!” You hear it before you turn to see Mina running breathlessly towards you.

“Mina what’s wrong-“

“This- take this-“ she says still out of breath. “For meeting with the Japanese after this, you’re sitting in the meeting right?”

“No I’m not-“ you begin but gets cut off instantly.

“What? Really? Oh God- please if you don’t know what the meeting’s about Mr. Park wouldn’t allow you in though. Y/N please can you help me out this once? My stomach is really really killing me now.” She continues to beg, clutching her stomach harshly.

You just couldn’t say no.

Even though you know you know how your husband could be in the meeting room. Especially when someone doesn’t know what they’re doing.

And that’s exactly what you’re doing right now.

And it doesn’t take long for Jimin to excuse you and himself outside the conference room and you know you’re absolutely doomed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He hisses outside the door, where everyone in the office could hear him shouting at you, his wife and you flinch. “The Japanese are waiting in the fucking conference room!” He barks.

You don’t know how to answer him. Do you tell him that Mina’s supposed to be sitting in? But that would put her on the spot so you decided to shut your mouth. Though you wish he would tell you off somewhere private instead.

“I didn’t pay your salary for you to fuck around-“ he snarls and the atmosphere gets even more tense.

It isn’t your fault.. You’re not the one who does it, not even the one’s supposed to sit in the meeting..

Feeling thoroughly unfairly accused, you feel your eyes start to water.

Your husband, ever the cold person doesn’t seem to take pity with your cry.

“If this is what you wanna do here, then you should’ve just sit the fuck home.” He hisses and you’ve never feel so hurt by his words. He just made this a whole lot personal by mentioning home. Jimin doesn’t waste another second and immediately turns on his heel.

Turn around and say you’re sorry.

But of course, Jimin doesn’t do that.

Someone approaches you as soon as Jimin’s gone, you’re not sure who with your unclear vision to ask if you’re okay. You hastily nod then gives a small smile before retreating to your desk.

This is a very cowardly act, you think.

But you just can’t hold it in anymore. Perhaps you’re better off not knowing what your husband does at work. Clara Kim, his cold attitude towards you.. it’s too much..

With a heavy sigh, you pull out a drawer on your right. Your hand reach for the letter you wrote few nights ago.

You resigned as your husband’s secretary.

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A/N: surprise chapter drop! Hehe. I hope you guys are ready, the rollercoaster ride of emotions is just about to start 😎 brace yourself!

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citrusrick · 4 years

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But You Hate Me - Chapter Five

You all stopped screaming. Rick continued to stare at you, neither of you had said anything yet.

Morty was muttering things like “Aw, jeez, fuck me” as he cleaned up the mess he’d made when he dropped the tray.

Rick suddenly flipped over, “Morty! Would y-y-you shut the fuck up?! Jesus. You’re just as fucking unbearable as you were t-two years ago!”

“Rick!” you scolded. “Don’t say that to him!”

“Hey, don’t you f-fucking talk to me l-like that! I th-thought I m-made it very c-crystal fucking clear l-last time we spoke that I never wanted to see you a-a-again!”

Wow, okay, ouch. “Don’t even try to get rid of me, Rick! Did you forget about the hologram you set up specifically for me?!”

“Oh, shit. Y-y-you saw that…?” Rick turned to look at Morty again, “The fuck are you l-looking at?”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

“Umm…” Morty stammered. “I-I’m just gonna g-g-go now. A-And g-get some new f-food.”

The air seemed to thicken even more with the soft click of Morty sliding the door closed.

Rick had turned away from you, curling his legs in on himself.

“Are you cold?” you asked in a soft voice.

“Y-Yes! F-fuck.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a blanket from an open cabinet in the corner. You draped it over his body before stepping back.

“H-hey. This stupid, th-thin hospital blanket i-isn’t enough to warm Rick Sanchez.”

You palmed your face, “What, you want me to sit by you?”

He shrugged his bony shoulders. You sighed, sitting down on the bed. You pulled your knees up into your chest, leaning against his back.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t dare cry. Rick didn’t do well when you cried even when you were together.

He was so fucking complicated, and that was putting it lightly. To this day, you could not believe you and him ended up in a exclusive, monogamous relationship. He had only told you a couple of times that he loved you, and it was either a phone call on your interdimensional space phone during a near-death experience or when he was completely drunk.

He’d told you once that one of the reasons he’d even asked you to be exclusive in the first place was because you never attempted to tie him down. You’d never expected him to do it for you, even though you wanted it from him so badly. So, you were surprised when he wanted to be.

Surprisingly, he’d always respected the fact that you were a college student, even though he didn’t believe in school. Some time into your relationship, he would even be happy for you when you reached a goal instead of rolling his eyes and saying how much it didn’t matter. You kind of wanted to tell him about the job you’d gotten writing for a local magazine. But, he probably didn’t care about you anymore.

“(Y/N).” Rick’s voice broke you out of your deep thoughts. “I-I’m sorry for the w-way things ended. I’m such a g-goddamn asshole.”

“Umm, thanks.”

“I-I c-can’t imagine what y-y-you went through. Y-You we-were always s-s-such a sw-sweet girl. M-My sweet girl.”

His words made your whole body heat up. You hated that it was like no time had passed at all.

He bent his arm around to put his hand on your calf. Feeling his fingers on your skin made you almost gasp aloud. Oh, god, you missed him in every fucking way possible.

“I…I didn’t have an abortion, if that’s what you’re getting at Rick.”

You felt him tense. “Oh.”

“I had a miscarriage…at ten weeks.”

His grip tightened on your calf. He sat up quickly and turned towards you. “Woah, h-hey, I’m…umm…I-I don’t even know wh-what to say.” He put his hand on yours.

You looked up into his eyes and it felt like the breath had been sucked from your lungs. You couldn’t resist, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

His hand on your chest pushed you away and you almost sobbed. Kissing him again was so fucking good. Too fucking good.

“Hey, woah, I-I’m the last person to s-say that we-we need to talk first, but I f-feel like there’s a l-l-lot to air out here.”

You nodded, looking away from him, “Y-Yeah, you’re right.”

“F-First things first. Let’s get the h-hell out of th-this place.”

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