Let It Snow | Kth

let it snow | kth

part of the once upon a holiday collab with @underthejoon​ @fantasybangtan​ @kpopfanfictrash​ @lamourche​ @hobidreams​ and @junghelioseok​!

summary⇢ it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well…that’s definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized. pairing⇢ taehyung/reader word count⇢ 18.8k 😩🤦🏽‍♀️  rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | fluff | fwb!au | snowed in!au warnings⇢ sexual content, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, a decent amount of netflix and chilling because they’re stuck in the house and horny, a lot of domesticity because mmm, that’s that good stuff 😌, angst, pininggggg

a/n⇢ it’s finally here!! 🙌🏾 i really procrastinated and let it fester until i was forced to churn 19k out in a couple weeks, huh ☠️☠️ classic me lmao. here’s to better planning in the new year! 🤣mood for this fic is this. hope you enjoy! 😊

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All Mine | kth.

– banner made by the lovely @rockwithwoo <3

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Your college reunion was something both you and Taehyung were absolutely thrilled for. Meeting your old friends as a couple for the first time was something which filled you both with joy. But when your ex, Mingyu makes an appearance it’s left to Taehyung to show everyone and you who you truly belong to.

↠ genre : established relationship au, boyfriend!tae, pwp, smut, slight fluff i guess

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : allusions made to anxiety (reader mentions how she’s nervous to meet people with Tae for the first time), mentions of taehyung sending risky content over message, mentions of a healthy breakup, clubbing, swearing, drinking, jealous!tae, harddom!tae, possessive!tae, mentions of drinking under pressure, mentions of reader being a lightweight, slight exhibitionism, groping, feeling her up, grinding, making out, discussion of safe word, manhandling, stripping, tae rips off her panties, masturbating, handjob, big cock!tae cos duh, male oral, deep-throating, face-fucking, mentions of hickies, marking, brief female oral (he eats her out from the back), pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, mirror sex, breast play, nipple play, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, degrading and name calling (slut & whore), pet names ( kitten, princess, angel, love, sweetheart, mentions of sir & daddy), begging, unprotected sex (b careful x), mentions of stomach bulging, doggy style turned into soft missionary sex, overstimulation (sub-drop? Reader cries because she feels super overwhelmed, but Tae comforts her immediately), soft aftercare and cuddles, soft boyfriend!tae at the end because our bby is a softie <3 (PLEASE let me know if I’ve missed anything!)

↠ word count : 11.1K (sorry 😅)

↠ a/n : and it’s here <3 here’s a little something for everyone & i hope you enjoy it 🤍 it was beta read by the kind @lavienjin ,, thank you for boosting my confidence ✨ and a huge thank you to the wifey @chateautae for beta-reading, your advice always means wonders 🤍 feedback & comments would be greatly appreciated. happy reading <3

↠ song : all mine - plaza

“Jagiyah! Are you ready yet? Come on, we’re getting late!”

You hear your beloved boyfriend bellow from the living room as you stand before your mirror admiring your pretty curves in your chosen dress. The warm lighting of your lamp provides you with a gorgeous view of yourself and after a very long time, you feel confident with your appearance and can’t wait until Taehyung sees you.

“Y/n! How long~” He shouts again whilst you smooth over the thin silk material, making sure no creases can be seen.

“Almost done, babe!” You shout back, a small pang of guilt hitting you when you realise just how long Taehyung has actually been waiting.

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it's you all along | kth

synopsis: you've been plagued by visions about your soulmate since as long as you can remember. could this be the year where you finally meet him?

p: taehyung x reader

wc: 7k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | soulmates au | fluff, smut

warnings: mentions of oral. for the drabble at the end: begging, messy oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex

a/n: written for the beautiful @rosiekoo aka sana! thanks for letting me be your cedar!!! i loved talking to you and i hope this is a nice surprise, my love!! also thanks to @minyfic aka yus for letting me use her name in the fic as yoongi's soulmate 😉

posted: 26 dec 2021

m.list | ao3

“Ugh... Not again...” you whimper in pain as you clutch your head.

It’s the same thing that happens year after year – a splitting headache that lasts only a few seconds, but the agony of it renders your body useless for an entire day.

Your mother once told you that the headaches will stop once you meet your soulmate, but it’s been eight years now and the fates have yet to be merciful when it comes to your pain. Once again, the date blossoms in front of your very eyes – swirls of letters and numbers only you can see.

December 25th, it reads in gold. Then a flash of bright light.

Just like the visions before it, you’re suddenly transported into another reality, one where you’re pushing past a thousand bodies to get to your destination. This time, you’re in a dress that reaches your knees, the crimson scarf you tied haphazardly around your neck threatening to come undone and be let loose to the wind. You’re not sure why you’re not wearing a coat, but it doesn’t matter, because adrenaline and the stifling crowd around you is enough to keep your body warm.

Your goal is the giant clock in the centre square, the one with the dark Christmas tree behind it. The ticking of the clock reverberates in your skull, and you hear a faint chanting from people around you as they count down with the clock's ticks.

You’re winded when you reach the barriers that protect the tree from sticky hands, breath puffing out into clouds of white against the chilly winter air. You feel your mouth opening, and then a name stumbles past your lips as you search around frantically for someone.

“Three…

“Two…

“One…

“Merry Christmas!” The crowd around you is a frenzy of bodies – lovers embracing one another as the Christmas tree turns on, illuminating the area with a tint of gold.

Yet you haven’t found who it is you’re looking for, and you feel the palpable sense of panic that sets in as you whip your head from side to side.

Look straight ahead.

And when you listen to the mysterious command, you spot him. Your supposed soulmate. With a childlike grin he points in awe at the large Christmas tree in front of him.

You know it’s him because in your vision, he’s the only one in focus, while the others around him look nothing more than people-shaped blurs.

This time, he’s in a brown coat. His hair is so dark that it looks inky black, and the strands that stick up as the wind caresses him makes him look like he’s becoming part of the night sky above him.

You try to get his attention by waving, but his gaze stares stubbornly at the Christmas tree in front of him. Then it comes to you; his name appears even though it was once shrouded with a fog in your brain, and with all your strength, you shout it into the air.

“T̶̢̥̙̈́̊à̸̛͕̗̊̚e̷̺͔̫̽̐͛ḩ̷͖͓̣̅̀̋̕͝ÿ̵̛̠̫́̈́́̕u̸̩̲͇̗̇̓n̸̨̙͓͉͠g̵̣̞͍͓̥̈̍́!̸̠̭̠̳͖̅͗̎̒”

You clamp your mouth with your hand at the swirl of distortion that leaves your lips. What was it that you said again?

For some reason though, your soulmate turns around. His eyes instantly find yours as a ghost of a smile graces his full lips. But just before the fates return your body to your reality, you thought you heard his voice – a deep, gentle baritone that silences all the other noises around you.

“I’ll find you.”

And the colours bleed away into darkness, leaving you with nothing more than a frustrated curl of your fingers into your palm.

---

Christmas is tomorrow.

The normally dark cobblestone streets are now well-lit with a thousand different lights that hang outside of storefronts. Everywhere you look, there’s a small crowd of people shopping for last minute gifts while tired clerks try to grant their wishes. It’s a nightmare to work retail, and you’re eternally grateful that you’re allowed time off during such a busy season.

Your high heels click as you make your way towards the restaurant for your usual reservation. Every year without fail, you’d book a seat for the 24th of December in front of the large window of your good friend Seokjin’s restaurant that overlooks the giant Christmas tree. Cider in hand, you’d survey the throng of people to see if you can find your mystery man, and though your efforts thus far have been fruitless, you continue to hope that every dark-haired stranger in a tan coat that stares up at the lights could be him.

The lights in the restaurant are dim, and it seems like someone’s turned the temperature up to combat the cold outside. You thank the person that takes your coat before standing in line in front of the hostess stand. While you wait, you look around your favourite restaurant. The waitstaff float around the room with practiced ease, always making sure that their patrons are well taken care of. From where you’re standing, you can spy the large white grand piano that Seokjin purchased a year ago. This time, there’s a gentleman sitting in front of it, playing covers of beloved Christmas tunes with his eyes closed.

The pianist’s neat side-swept hair is falling apart, black strands coming undone and falling into his eyelashes. His shoulders rise and fall; his body swaying as he immerses himself into the music. It’s hard not to be affected by his joy, and soon you find yourself joining him, humming along to the familiar tune. You’re so lost that you don’t realize that the people in front of you are long gone, and the poor waitress is trying to get your attention.

“Ma’am?” she calls out after stepping closer to your entranced state.

“Y-Yes? Sorry, I was distracted by the, umm…” You point to the pianist as you bumble your way through your excuses.

The tall waitress smiles softly as she looks at who you’re pointing at. “His name’s Yoongi. He’s the new pianist that Mr. Seokjin hired.” Then in almost a wistful murmur, she adds, “He’s… really something, isn’t he?”

Although her long black hair hides her features well, you know the look she’s giving him all too well, but before you can say anything to her, the waitress clears her throat and points to the table by the window.

“Gosh, where are my manners… Mr. Seokjin would tease me if he catches me like this,” she chuckles. “My name is Yus, and I will be taking care of you this evening. Now, please watch your step and follow me. Your table is ready, ma’am.”

Yus leads you to the same table you sit in year after year before reciting the specials for the night as you take your seat. The table is decorated simply, with a single pink camellia flower in the small vase next to a small tea light candle.

Having placed your order with her along with your favourite apple cider, you settle back into your chair.

“I know you’re a regular here, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention my absentmindedness to Mr. Seokjin,” she smiles sheepishly as she gathers the menu in her arms.

“Your secret is safe with me,” you assure her. Before she turns to leave, you pipe up. “I know it’s none of my business, but the pianist—Yoongi, was it? Is he your—"

“Soulmate?” Yus laughs with a nod of her head. “Is it that obvious? I have been trying to tell him, but I’ve been too scared to. My vision of Yoongi was literally him walking into the door as Mr. Seokjin introduced us to him.”

You watch with a small ember of envy as her eyes naturally gravitate to her other half.

“I don't know why but Yoongi doesn’t seem to recognize me.”

Crap. That sounds rough.

You begin to spew apologies, but Yus brightens up instantly and she waves your ‘sorry’s away. “Don’t feel bad for me! It’s really okay. I was already thinking of talking to him about it anyway.”

“Well, good luck. I hope you get to do it soon.”

Yus nods enthusiastically. “Of course. Anyway, your food will be out here shortly.”

You watch her as she leaves before returning your sights to the tree outside. It’s started snowing already, and the black cobblestone is slowly disappearing under the blanket of shimmering white. The lights dim from a few shops, and you spy a few people hugging each other goodbye. Thinking about your short conversation with the waitress, you lose yourself in your thoughts. If Yoongi doesn’t recognize his soulmate, is there a chance that you won’t recognize yours? What if you’ve actually met him in the past and you just have no clue?

Yus returns with your apple cider and a basket of bread, but you taste nothing as you bite into the soft warm roll.

Just as you’re sipping on your cider, a waiter comes towards your table, bringing with him a set of silverware and another glass of water.

“Ma’am, your husband has arrived.”

Husband? You don’t have a husband.

The waiter steps to the side and you spot a man you’ve never met coming towards you.

“I told you, I’m not her husband!” the stranger groans, dragging his palm down his face. Turning to you, he smiles, and you almost choke on your drink. Was this who the waiter thought was your husband? The stranger in front of you looks haggard, with bags under his eyes and messy hair as though he was in a rush to get here. Although he’s handsome, you’re not sure if you’re in the mood to dine with anyone, let alone a stranger.

He continues to argue with the waiter in whispers, but it seems like the only options he’s been given are to either sit with you or to leave. Judging from the way his eyes keep flitting towards the basket of bread in front of you, it seems like he’s really intent on staying.

“Miss,” he regards you gently. “I’m terribly sorry, but they seem to have booked us at the same time and the front lady assumed that we were married because we had the same last name,” he chuckles. “Anyway, this might sound unconventional, but seeing as this is the only restaurant available”— the stranger clears his throat— “well… Do you mind if I eat with you?”

This meeting couldn’t have been coincidental, especially since you’re a regular at Seokjin’s restaurant, and there’s no way your friend would screw up your dinner plans this way. If this is somehow the work of fate, and this person is your soulmate, shouldn’t there be fanfare or something? All you feel is annoyance that your dinner is rudely interrupted by the presence of another person, and you decide then and there that there’s no way this is the one.

“Miss? Were you listening?”

You wanted to say no, but upon seeing his perfect eyebrows scrunch to the centre of his forehead, you don’t have the heart to reject him. And you suppose you should be nice during the season of giving. “Sure,” you mutter before taking another sip of your cider.

Your agreement earns you a dazzling smile from the stranger.

He extends his hand. “I’m Taehyung. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Well, at least he’s polite. “Likewise,” you attempt a smile as you shake his hand. “Please, sit.”

Your cheeks warm when he takes a seat in front of you. What’s happening to you? At first glance, the stranger isn’t all that handsome, but here, in front of the flickering candle light, he looks goddamn gorgeous, and you’re not sure where the change of heart is coming from.

“So, you don’t look like someone from around here.” You figure it’s better to make conversation instead of the silence that’s been ticking through as you wait for Yus to bring him the menu.

Taehyung rubs his neck with his palm. “I guess it’s super easy to tell, huh? I just arrived a while ago and thought that I’d be able to wait until morning for food, but then I realized that tomorrow’s Christmas, which means there’s absolutely no way any restaurants would be open. Instead of spending my money on expensive room service, I figured I’d just go out and find something to eat tonight.”

“Oh? And you chose a fancy restaurant like this one?” you tease. “Where are you from exactly?”

“Far,” he responds simply, but doesn’t say anything more besides that.

You don’t pry, but you won’t kid yourself into saying that you’re not even more curious.

“What brings you here then? It’s not like this is a big city with a lot of sights,” you smile from the rim of the stemless wine glass.

Taehyung doesn’t answer immediately as he eats the last roll of bread from the basket. “Well… I don’t really know. This is gonna sound insane, but I was just sleeping one day and had a dream about this particular restaurant. Next thing I knew, I’ve already booked a flight here.”

“Was it a—Never mind.” You stop yourself from asking further. There’s this stranger that probably wants to just eat in peace and then be gone in his merry way. Plus, you’re supposed to be waiting for your soulmate, and you can’t do that with your eyes trained on another man. Even though he’s a very handsome one at that.

“Were you wondering if it was a soulmate dream?” Taehyung snickers.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”

“No, it’s fine!” Taehyung smiles. “I don’t really know if it’s a soulmate dream to be honest. I mean, all I remember is the name of this restaurant.”

You smile as you point to the unlit Christmas tree out front. “That’s why I’m here too actually. Apparently, I’m supposed to be standing out there when they plug in the giant Christmas tree.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa. That’s the coolest! You remember so much from your vision.” His eyes sparkle as he looks the tree up and down. Then he sighs, downcast, “I wish I could say the same thing,” he mumbles.

“Hey, chin up.” You nudge his hand. “You’ll find your soulmate eventually. Do you know what she’s like?”

A sad shake of his head is the answer you receive. “No. Whoever is in charge of the soulmate system up there” – he points to the sky above – “needs a new department head, because I don’t know anything about her. It’s a miracle that I remembered this place at all.”

“Oh, God, tell me about it,” you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. “I also don’t know who my soulmate is, but I guess I have a leg up. In my visions, my soulmate always wears a brown coat.” You point to the few people outside taking pictures in front of a tree. “And as you can see, there’s a lot of people wearing brown this year.”

Taehyung grins. He raises the cup of water he’s been drinking out of. “Well, here’s to meeting our soulmates,” he pauses, and then makes sure to look at you before he raises his brows as he teases, “...wife.”

You nearly choke on the warm cider. Your stunned gaze is met with a wicked smile, Taehyung’s dark irises alight with mirth.

“You know, in the event that both our soulmates don’t show up, I wouldn’t mind being a stand-in.”

“That’s an interesting proposal,” you hum with a smirk, having regained your senses enough to retaliate. “Impress me during dinner and maybe I’ll consider that option.”

Taehyung laughs loud enough that a few patrons turn towards your table, but he doesn’t pay them any attention as he whispers, “I’ll take that challenge.”

---

Yus arrives with your order with a bright smile as you’re telling Taehyung about what you do for a living.

“I wasn’t aware you’re going to have company, ma’am,” she muses.

“Neither was I, but it’s a welcome surprise.” You wink at Taehyung, who responds with a smile, and you feel a pang of envy at whoever his mysterious soulmate happens to be. Instead of wallowing in your strange mix of feelings, you turn to the young waitress again. “So, Yus, have you talked to Yoongi yet?”

“Well... I was sort of waiting for when the restaurant closes...” she mutters and then she sighs as the corner of her lips drag down. “But then I heard that he has plans with some girl.”

“How do you know that?”

Yus glances at Yoongi, who is currently taking a break in front of the piano. “I heard him on the phone during break. He called her ‘love’ and stuff.”

“I’m so sorr—”

“It could be his sister, you’ll never know,” Taehyung interrupts.

Both you and Yus look at him with surprise.

The man in front of you shrugs. “I mean, I call my younger cousins ‘love’ sometimes.”

The longing returns in her eyes as she gazes at her beloved pianist, Taehyung’s words seem to reassure her. Just as Yoongi places his fingers on the ivory keys, he turns around and waves at her, causing the poor girl to jerk in surprise. She only managed a small half-wave at Yoongi as she walked away from your table. Before his gaze returns to the sheet music in front of him, you see Yoongi chuckle, and if the way he watches her until she disappears into the kitchen is any indication, Yus doesn’t have anything to worry about.

“Thanks for helping her out. I mean, I don’t know her, but she seems like a really sweet girl.”

“Really? I would have guessed that you’ve been friends forever,” he chuckles. “You must be really good with people.”

“I deal with people for a living,” you shrug. “It’s all part of the job.”

Taehyung smiles before leaning down as though he’s about to discuss a secret. “So, why are we playing matchmaker for a stranger then?” he whispers.

You follow his lead, pushing your plate of food to the side so you can cross your arms and lean forward. Ah, that’s a mistake. You can smell the faint hint of soap and the detergent he uses on his clothes. It smells clean and fresh, like you just stepped into a green meadow.

Of course he just had to smell so good too.

I have a soulmate and I can’t fall in love. I have a soulmate and I can’t fall in love, you chant as a reminder to yourself.

Your brain is short circuiting, having forgotten what it was he asked you just moments ago. “Huh?” you ask dumbly.

The corner of Taehyung’s lips lift slightly into a half-smirk. “Is there a reason why we’re helping Yus and the Yoongi guy get together?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to see a Christmas miracle happen, I guess,” you mumble, feeling a bit dizzy from being so close to Taehyung.

Why is your heart beating so fast? And is it just you or is he inching closer still?

“Do you believe in miracles?” Taehyung caresses your cheeks indirectly with the air that leaves his lips.

“I don’t know if I do,” you mumble. Your eyes are half-shut as you sit there hypnotized; lost in depth of his gaze. The world is a blur of colours and sound, and your focus is on those pink lips that inch ever closer to yours. “What about you, Taehyung?”

“I want to believe in them, because right now, I’m really hoping for one to occur.”

You’re playing a dangerous game.

Your soulmate is out there, somewhere in the cold, and here you are making heart eyes at the handsome stranger who just walked into your life an hour or so ago. And yet, you can’t deny the way your blood sings when Taehyung leans closer still, until his nose grazes against yours.

“Oh? Did you make a wish?” Your voice is the barest of whispers.

“If I tell you, doesn’t that mean it won’t come true?” Taehyung counters with a smirk.

“Depends. Have you been a good boy this year?”

You think the spell has been broken because Taehyung retreats back to his chair with a laugh, but as you’re about to sit up, he returns, and this time, he isn’t afraid to make up for the distance, taking up half the space of the table with his figure. You happily return to your little fun.

“Did you know that answering a question with another one is super rude, Taehyung?” you tease.

Taehyung raises his brow. “Well, I suppose that means I’ve not been a good boy, have I?”

A single inch lies between your lips and his. Taehyung isn’t interested in closing the gap. In fact, the cheeky man has his eyes closed as he sits there waiting.

The world stills, and you’re so close to giving in when Yus interrupts, and the two of you bounce apart like two magnets with the same poles. Your attempts at quelling the palpable sense of disappointment that stabs you in the gut are fruitless.

“Here’s the rest of your food. Enjoy the music and happy holidays! I’ll be around if you need me,” Yus announces cheerily.

Ugh. The spell has definitely broken this time around. Taehyung clears his throat as he surveys the plate of food that Yus left him with. You can feel the burn of his stare, but you can’t look at Taehyung in the eye anymore. Could he feel the warmth that radiates off your cheeks? What thoughts lurk behind those dark eyes?

The two of you eat your first bites quietly, and you wonder if he’s still looking at you. There’s nothing more you want to do than to peek, and after a few more seconds pass, you finally do… before your eyes shift quickly back to your food.

Taehyung smirks in your periphery, having been caught staring at you throughout the duration of the meal. Doesn’t he ever get embarrassed?

“Fuck it. I don’t care if my wish doesn’t come true, I want to tell you anyway,” Taehyung mumbles. He holds your hand on the table with his, and his thumb sweeps gently over your knuckles. “I’m really, really hoping your soulmate doesn’t show up tonight.”

“I…” Do you tell him the truth after he was honest with you? What about your soulmate? You can’t deny that you’re falling for Taehyung, but how long will that last? A week? A month? A season? Once he finds his soulmate it’s all over. This relationship is risky, and yet, you’ve never wanted anyone else the way you want him. So you squeeze his hand gently, and smile. “I guess that makes two of us,” you admit.

The smile Taehyung wears is brilliant, a great dazzling gleam in the dark candle lit restaurant.

“So, how’s the—”

“If I could please have your attention, ladies and gentleman.” A loud voice interrupts Taehyung’s question. In the centre of the room, a waiter is standing on the table. “It is nearing midnight, and we’d like to invite you to celebrate Christmas with us. Soon, the gigantic tree outside will be lit for everyone to see. There’s going to be a large crowd, so we’d love for you to leave your tables now to get the best view. Of course, your things will be safely stored here. Merry Christmas, and please watch your step as you leave the building.” He finishes the announcement with a bow and loud cheers from the patrons.

“Whoa, you’re telling me that massive Christmas tree is going to be lit up? But how?” Taehyung’s wondering out loud as he stares in amazement, his eyes trailing from the base and all the way to the very top.

The large Christmas tree is a specialty in your town and no one seems to know how it came to be. The tree would suddenly appear overnight, and overeager journalists have tried and failed to unveil the mysterious entity that puts it up. Standing at an impressive 40 metres or so, the tree is decorated differently each year. This time, its fake green spindly leaves are coated in some sort of white paint to simulate snow. Hanging from its branches are large baubles in varying shades of navy, and to top it all off, a comically long silver tinsel crawls around its branches before its edge disappears into glittering yellow star on the very top of the tree.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you. Last year, it was the tinsels that lit up, so it could be that again. Maybe it’s the giant star?”

“Well, should we leave our piping hot food and brave the cold, then? I really want to see it in action,” Taehyung stands and extends his hand, but he quickly retracts it back. “Oh wait, let me grab our coats. We’re at table 35, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll meet you back here? Oh, how about you wait by the tree in case we get separated?”

“Sounds good.” Taehyung nods before he heads out into the fray of people. As you’re adjusting the scarf around your neck though, someone barrels into you, and you lose sight of Taehyung in the crowded restaurant.

“Taehyung?” you call out, but there’s so many bodies pressing you from every side that you’re carried outside anyway, away from your table, and away from Taehyung.

You can’t find him anywhere even when the crowd thins out. There’s too many people around the giant tree, and the clock in front of it suggests that there’s not much time left before midnight. You frantically push through the crowd, firing apologies and ‘excuse me’s to all who dare block your path. You’re exhausted from walking around in your heels, but then there’s finally a break in your path, and you urge your body to move faster until you come face to face to the steel barrier.

“Taehyung!” you scream as you search for him in the chaos.

Just as you take a step to your right, something shimmers in the air. Time slows; your body moving like jelly as you try to lift your hand.

What’s happening?

The clock chimes once, twice, three times, and on the final twelfth sound, your surroundings explode with light. The Christmas tree is lit; it’s blue baubles lighting from within and illuminating everyone with its brilliance. The crowd ripples with ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s, and you’re surrounded with people embracing, wishing one another ‘Merry Christmas’ in soft whispers. You let yourself be distracted just for a moment, your breaths coming out slow and white.

Then a voice breaks through your thoughts. “Look straight ahead,” it says. Your eyes gaze towards the right side of the barrier, and then there it is.

A sight that leaves you breathless. Just like in your vision, the world is a loud mess of blurry colours, but Taehyung stands in full focus, illuminated by the tree in front of him as though there’s a gold shimmering aura around him, staring in awe like a child in a candy shop at the tree lighting up. As though it lights up just for him.

And that’s when you know.

The ease in which you fell for him; the conversation; the laughter. Everything is so simple when it comes to Taehyung; and of course it would be.

Because there’s no other explanation that exists in this world.

Because Taehyung’s your soulmate.

He turns around to face you, and in his arms is your white jacket. You spy tears collecting in his eyes, and it’s the boost you need to get your body moving.

You’re running to Taehyung like you’ve never run before, and miraculously, no one blocks your path. “Taehyung!” you cry out in happiness, and Taehyung splays his arms wide to catch you.

And as you barrel into his chest, time resumes.

“It’s you,” you sob, clutching the fabric of his black turtleneck. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”

“To be fair, I didn’t recognize you either,” he murmurs. Taehyung drapes your coat over your shivering shoulders, but he’s mistaken. It’s not because of the cold, but from your body’s inability to hold all the emotions you’re feeling at the moment.

“I can’t believe I found you. After all this time.”

The dam breaks, and you’re crying and your makeup is surely a mess, but you don’t care. “You found me,” you repeat, smiling through the curtain of tears.

You’re not sure how long you hug him, your arms trembling around his midsection, but Taehyung holds you there, with the lights from the tree illuminating the two of you.

“So, what do we do now?” he mumbles gently into your hair. “The visions don’t tell me what happens next.”

You sniffle a laugh. “They don’t tell me what’s next either. Should we finish our food? I’m still starving.”

“I think that sounds great. I was sort of hoping that your soulmate would stand you up tonight, but since I’m him… How about I treat you to dessert afterwards?” Taehyung winks.

“How about you impress me and maybe I’ll consider that option?” you tease, repeating your earlier words. “All right, I’m cold. Let’s head back to the restaurant.

Taehyung’s hand is warm as he leads you back to the warmth, but just as his hand wraps around the door, you hold him back and point inside.

He follows your gaze to find two people standing by the piano, and though it’s dim, judging from the long black hair, you assume that they’re none other than Yus and Yoongi.

“We should give them some space, don’t you think? It sounds like they’re talking about something super important,” you whisper.

“Great idea, but I also want to see where this is going.”

“I didn’t think my soulmate would be such a busy body,” you tease playfully.

“Ha! Pot calling the kettle black, Ms. Matchmaker.”

You’re giddy with anticipation as the two of you stand outside with bated breath, watching that the girl inside confess her feelings to her soulmate. Yoongi’s eyes expand as Yus talks, but sometime in the middle of her speech, he cuts off whatever she’s saying with a kiss, and that’s when you tug Taehyung away to give them some much needed privacy.

---

“Did you see that?” you squeal when you’re a few feet away from the restaurant. “Oh, I’m so proud of her.”

There’s a strange look on Taehyung’s face, and if you didn’t know him any better, it looks like he’s… sulking? Oh god, did you already ruin the relationship before you even had a chance to start it?

“What’s wrong?” you ask hesitantly.

“Oh, nothing,” Taehyung replies with an even bigger pout. “Just that you know… I’m feeling like I’m missing out.”

You wouldn’t assume that Taehyung would be the pouty type, but it’s rather endearing. With a smile, you grab Taehyung by the front of his coat before pulling him in. Taehyung doesn’t have time to react when you press your lips firmly against his. He makes a noise of surprise before he hums into your mouth.

His kiss warms you up from the inside, and you’re no longer cold, especially when Taehyung trails his tongue over your bottom lip. There’s another fire that alights in your body, one of urgency and hunger.

Is this how soulmates are supposed to feel? You can’t explain the deep insatiable craving, except that your body needs Taehyung, and you need him now.

“What were you saying about dessert again? Is that still on the table?” you whisper into the kiss.

Taehyung smiles, his eyes alight with mirth. “Yeah. Let me go grab the bill.”

---

You’re warm. And it’s not just because of the human-shaped furnace that’s lying on top of you, claiming your lips over and over again until they’re tender.

Taehyung kisses you like he can’t believe you exist, and you do your best to mimic the way he moves because you too, can’t believe that he’s real.

You’ve never felt as loved as you do right here; right now. Taehyung carves his affection for you through his lips, and again with his head nestled between your thighs as he coaxes an orgasm and then the next from you, until you’re left breathless and sweaty yet wanting and needy.

“Taehyung, slow down,” you would whine through the night as you mark his back with red lines from your grip.

“I can’t,” he’d respond back in a whisper, kissing you again and again to make up for the sore muscles that he’s inflicted upon you with his touch. “I have to make up for all the years I’ve spent without you.”

And the two of you would repeat this game until dawn emerges; until you’re covered completely in Taehyung’s essence, so that no inch of your flesh is left without evidence of your lovemaking.

As you lay in bed next to his sleeping figure and the early rays of dawn peeking through your blinds, you feel complete. Your lids are heavy with sleep, having not heard its call for the past 24 hours. And when you finally do drift into darkness, spent and sore, you dream of a life with Taehyung that is filled with joy – of future Christmas memories, all dipped in gold.

Epilogue

Taehyung wonders if his soulmate feels it too – that deep nausea hitting his head like he’s falling from a high point of a rollercoaster.

The sepia tones that colour the world tells him that he’s in another vision, and it’s the same one that he’s seen a thousand times. The problem is, he has no idea where this is supposed to be. None of the restaurants and shops that line the street look familiar to him.

There’s a giant Christmas tree to his left, and a loud ticking of a clock from somewhere behind him. Just like before, he stands there to admire the large silver tinsel that wraps around the plastic green leaves. The gigantic star that hangs precariously at the top sways with each winter breeze, and Taehyung wonders if it’s going to fall and squish him where he stands.

He hears it – the loud gong of the clock as it strikes twelve times. The phone in his pocket begins to buzz, rising awake through the outpouring messages from family and friends wishing him the best for the holidays. Any moment now, he’ll see his soulmate. All he has to do is wait.

Just as the crowds cheer, his ears tune into the rapid clicks of high heels against the cobblestone. His lips curve up instinctively when his heart begins to speed up.

You’re here.

Even though he wants nothing more than to turn around, he can’t. Fate has total control of his body, and until they command him to, he can’t move a single inch.

Turn around.

There it is.

With a smile, he obliges the request. Maybe, maybe, maybe, this is the vision that lets him see his soulmate’s face fully. He pushes his head to turn around first, his body feeling like it’s being stretched apart as he tries to rip himself from the invisible hands of Fate.

It’s a glimpse, but that’s all he needs.

The lights are brighter. He sees it all, but most importantly, he sees you.

The vision focuses on his soulmate for just a nanosecond, but it’s enough. Taehyung knows, without a shadow of a doubt.

In that moment, it feels like time stands still, and Fate has no power as he studies your face. Taehyung attempts to take in everything, even though he knows he won’t remember it when he wakes up: from your hair billowing in the wind; to the way you wrap your crimson scarf haphazardly around your neck; to your lips, slightly parted; and then to your eyes, filled with emotions, that’s widening in surprise.

Taehyung forces his mouth to say something, and though it’s with great difficulty, but he manages to pry his clamped lips open.

“I’ll find you,” he whispers, and is it just him or did you nod slightly in understanding?

Time resumes and the world slips away, the inky darkness welcoming him again, but not before he sees the name of a restaurant – the very same one you ran out of.

---

Unlike the other times when he wakes up from the vision, this time, he’s smiling wide. He throws the covers aside and dives for his phone on the nightstand, tapping through the screens quickly. He brings up Google and types in the only clue he remembers from his vision – the name of the restaurant his soulmate was in when he encountered her.

It doesn’t take him long to find it; and he smiles triumphantly as he confirms the gold fancy font with the one in his memory. Taehyung isn’t sure what compelled him to book a flight ticket for December 24th, right then and there, especially with the usual crowd of people trying to escape his small town, but it feels right.

And as the green confirmation check mark flashes on the screen on his phone, Taehyung feels at peace. He’ll finally meet his soulmate.

Once and for all.

bonus drabble: lazy afternoons 🌲

When the afternoon sun peeks its way into his hotel room the next day though, he’s still up for more, and his fingers trail lazily along the puffy folds of your cunt.

“One more for me?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Tae.” Your body is sore, your limbs protesting every time you even try to move from your current position.

Your head rests perfectly on his sculpted chest, and with warm sheets draped over you, Taehyung has to be extra convincing to try and get you to leave this luxurious sense of comfort.

“Come on… to make up for lost time,” he argues teasingly, nudging you by the hip. “Please?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, and instead, Taehyung plunges the tip of his middle finger inside. To your dismay, your cunt greedily sucks him in, your walls already spasming as it recalls the pleasure that’s derived from this simple course of action.

“Look, you’re already so wet. What do you say, love? One more?”

Try as you might, you can’t refuse his call. So even though you whine when Taehyung peels himself from the bed to assume his position between your legs, you still spread your legs wide open for him. Your hands squeeze the sheets underneath you when his tongue makes contact with your sensitive folds. When he dives in, it’s a mess of spit and juices. Taehyung isn’t ashamed to slurp loudly, drinking in your arousal as if it’s better than any champagne in the world.

His fingers join the fray a bit later, and with practice ease, it isn’t long before he has you kicking the sheets and lifting your hips to grind into his face. Taehyung takes his time making sure you’re ready; bringing you repeatedly close to the edge without really letting you fall.

“Taehyung…” you whine in frustration. He’s playing with your body, letting the orgasm ebb and flow like a wave crashing into shore.

“Let me hear you beg for it, darling.”

“No… no more.”

Taehyung bites at your left thigh before he proceeds to kiss the mark. “Come on. Impress me and I’ll think about fucking you, hm?” He licks the mark he left you with a teasing smirk before repeating the action on your other leg.

Oh, you regret ever uttering those words in front of him.

“God… come on! I need to cum… please?” You lift your hips again to chase after his mouth, your clit desperately begging for attention.

But Taehyung’s cruel, and he blows a gentle puff of air directly on your clit. “You know what to do to get what you want,” he teases.

You let out a high-pitch moan, the cold air both a blessing and a curse to your high-strung body. “Taehyung, please!”

Your soulmate pushes himself away from your legs to loom over you and hook his long pointer finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards him. He then leans forward before dragging his tongue across your cheek, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. “Beg,” he commands as he sits up and away from you.

With a shaky whine, you spread your puffy pussy lips apart, showing off your glistening cunt towards him. Taehyung raises his brow as he watches you writhe and whine underneath him.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to find the words that will unlock the gates of heaven for you. “Won’t you come fuck me, Tae? Please?”

That’s all your pride will allow you to do, and you hope it’s enough to convince him.

“Good girl,” he mumbles.

Taehyung lines the tip of the purple-ish head of his cock to your hole before he thrusts inside, disappearing into your body inch by glorious inch.

“It’s like you’re made for me,” Taehyung whispers in wonder. “Oh god, it feels so good.”

You shudder when he sets the pace, a slow crawl compared to last night. But it isn’t long before you feel the tell tale tingling in your spine, the way your toes curl with every brush of the head of his cock against that patch of nerves. And you’re gone after drawing a faint gasp. Taehyung follows close behind you, filling you up with his warm seed as he sits there ragged.

When he begins to thrust again, you panic.

“No more, seriously, no more,” you pant, weakly hitting him on the arm. How much energy does this guy have?

Taehyung chuckles, but heeds your request, exiting out of you without so much as a grumble. “God, I can fuck you all day,” he whispers before leaving on his quest to find a clean towel.

“You did! For the entire night and now I’m sore,” you call after him with a pout, and all you hear from the bathroom is his deep laughter.

moon's note: i know you guessed that it was me almost immediately, but i sure hope that it's okay!!! i didn't think that i have such a distinct texting voice lmao. i truly meant what i said, sana, this was so much fun and i absolutely ADORED talking to you, my love! merry christmas 🎄

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before ; (M) jjk

↣ When your secret ‘sex’ journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of TATBILB.

moodboards | playlist | Netflix ReImagined BTS Masterlist | TATMIFB masterlist 

↳ #NetflixReImaginedBTS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader starring in a fake dating au, photographer!JK, stylist!Reader

⟢ pairing: photographer!jungkook x stylist!reader

⟢ word count: 30.7k

⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, fake relationship, smluff © & angst, kissing, fluffy fake relationship cuteness, jealousy, jungkook needs help with feelings, clothed humping, explicit sexual content in the form of unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, body worship, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, hickies, blowjob, creampie, begging, strip tease if you squint, baby petname, crying, feelings of heartbreak, oh did i mention angst? namkook fist fight, minimal arguing, minimal blood, other idols make brief appearances, OT7 is present 

⟢ summary: When your secret 'sex’ journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of the netflix film and novel by jenny han, but different.

⟢ an: hello, hello! this is probably my favorite story to date that i’ve written and the longest one shot! I am so grateful to everyone who helped me by reading this (most are not on tumblr), but especially my baby hana, @taestulip​, who always reads and hypes me up. the movie/book series it’s based off of is honestly one of my faves, and turning it into an adult version was a lot of fun! I know i took out some characters and changed a lot of the plot devices, but for good reason, as it is it’s own novel, I did not want to encroach on that territory. fake dating au’s are some of my absolute faves and so i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the length, sksksks.

⟢ prologues: NJ & Reader | Love Triangle (coming soon) |

The large glass building was located on the corner of the block, in the heart of the city. A sight to see from all corners of the downtown area, you loved that you worked at BigHit Music. Of course, housing the globally recognized idol duo, SeoulM8, made working there fun. You walked into the building, and swiped your badge as you made your way through the secured entrance and up the elevator to your office. 

The gold plaque on your door highlighted your name and position. To this day you’re still in awe to see your name engraved in sans serif with the words “Lead Wardrobe Stylist” written beneath it. You entered the office, flipping on the lights and smiling at the large board along the back wall. It was covered with the designs you would need for the upcoming shoot for SeoulM8’s fan content, first single off their newest album, and plans for the concert wardrobe as well. 

Placing your empty insulated coffee tumbler on your desk, you set down all of your belongings, organizing your design tablet, notebook, and favorite writing utensils before once again taking the tumbler in hand. A cup of coffee would be perfect to start your busy Monday before your meeting with Jimin and Taehyung about their wardrobe later today. 

Walking into the employee lounge area, you set about making your coffee. Others walked in and out, dropping off packed lunches and grabbing coffee as well, so you can’t help but hear the gossip as two of the women who work with SeoulM8 discuss the latest office drama.

“I can’t believe it. She broke up with him!” Becca said, her colorful pixie cut swaying slightly as she shook her head.

“She’s crazy, Jungkook is gorgeous; have you seen his thighs?” Theresa responded, twirling her dark purple curls in wonder.

You stirred in the caramel creamer slowly, listening to their conversation. Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Somin (no relation) had been dating for almost as long as you could remember. It was surprising to hear that they were broken up. 

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hana’s recs｜jjk

here are some of my favorite fics featuring our beloved maknae! ♡ because there are just so many jungkook fics out there and so many TALENTED authors, i may do a part 2 ☺️ if you end up reading any of these fics, please make sure to show some love to the authors!

note: many of these fics are mature/nsfw, so be sure to check author tags/warnings. also, these are just some of my personal favorites; this list is by no means exhaustive, and is listed alphabetically. i had to limit the number of fics in order to keep the list a reasonable length, but i tried to include a variety of aus/genres! 

fluff - ☼ | angst - ♤ | smut - ♡

my recs: sj｜yg｜hs｜nj｜jm｜th｜jk

airplane pt 2 by @xjoonchildx​      ↳ series ↣  criminal/cop au ♡  

bad influence by @noteguk​      ↳ one-shot (1.5k) ↣  badboy au ♡  

bitchin’ by @kinktae​      ↳ series ↣  80s, fake dating au ☼ ♡ ♤  

black card by @minsprings​      ↳ two-shot (7k) ↣ ceo, married couple au ☼ ♡  

blue orchids by @inktae​      ↳ one-shot (18k) ↣  hanahaki, soulmate au ☼ ♤  

brown-eyed baby by @jeonstudios​      ↳ two-shot (16k) ↣  exes, single dad au ☼ ♡ ♤ 

busted in busan by @hansolmates​       ↳ one-shot (10k) ↣  holiday au ☼ ♤ 

cardiovascular palpitations by @hayjeon​      ↳ two-shot ↣  doctors au ☼ ♡  ♤ 

chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan​      ↳ one-shot (13k) ↣  college au ☼ ♡ 

concrete king by @bratkook​      ↳ one-shot (17k) ↣  skater boy au ☼ ♡  

corporate by @yslkook​      ↳ series ↣  coworkers au ☼ ♡  ♤ 

cream and sugar by @gukslut​      ↳ series ↣  barista au ☼ ♡   

crush by @jungxk​      ↳ one-shot (5.1k) ↣ amnesia, married couple au ☼ ♡ 

date in a box by @jimlingss​      ↳ one-shot (9.7k) ↣ dating services au ☼ 

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more than us (m) | kth

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | taehyung x reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11.3k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | college au. roommate au. fluff. smut.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 |  explicit language and sexual content. unprotected sex (pls use condoms), oral sex (f receiving), light choking, mild dirty talk, some hair pulling, spanking, taehyung’s magnum badonk.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this?

↣ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This was a request and if you’d like to see your own come to life, please shoot me an ask, here. They’re always welcome and greatly appreciated! :)

You’re painfully aware of Irene’s gawking, uncomfortable stare as Taehyung nonchalantly plants his plump lips against your temple. If it wasn’t eight in the morning, you might have even protested, but the warmth of Taehyung’s arms around your body has you in a lull, a sort of zombified state of mind. He tucks a stray piece of your loose bun behind your ear, taking you into his fullest capabilities as he pulls you in again. You can almost trace the very prominent vein that runs along his full right arm. You wonder how you’ve not noticed he’s been working out lately. The sun barely peeks through the drawn curtains leaving the living room space warm, in a shade of amber that turns his brown locks, gold. It doesn’t help move you away from that early morning haze, your thoughts almost abandoning the very prominent acknowledgement of Irene’s appalled presence. If Taehyung notices your classmate merely inches away with her mouth hanging open and arms crossed, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply retracts from your hug, your arms automatically wrapping around yourself in hopes of preserving any shred of loss from his warmth. Your head follows Taehyung as he stops towards the kitchen counter to pick up the bagged lunch you’ve prepared for him, and you can’t help stifle a laugh when you catch Irene doing the same. Even though classes for him start much later in the day, his leaving this early is a fairly common occurrence for the young photographer; he had always seemed to have found something new to gaze at in his viewfinder with morning hikes. As he pivots towards the door, the chiselled expanse that is Taehyung’s right shoulder unintentionally brushes against the pointed corner of Irene’s baby blue blazer and the scoff she lets out signals that she is more than vexed. He places his hand on the doorknob before turning around, his gaze settling on the far distance between the door to you.

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