Hiya! Can You Do A Jungkook Drabble With Infidelity? Like He Gets Caught Cheating And Regrets It. Or

Hiya! Can you do a jungkook drabble with infidelity? Like he gets caught cheating and regrets it. Or it could be the other way around, whatever youd like! Please do a sad ending, too

Hello! Thank you for requesting. ________________________________________

Torn Apart (M)

Summery: ❝That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.❞

Pairing : Jungkook x reader

Genre : heavy angst, smut 🔞 (minors don't interact)

Word count: mid length?

Warnings : infidelity, JK cheats on reader, mention of mms, s*x tape, explicit language, toxic friends, detailed smut, women bullsh*ting women also women supporting women, spanking, riding, degradation, rough s*x, mention of pregnancy, Overstimulation, switch!JK, switch!reader, oral, unprotected s*x (be careful folks), slight fluff, JK being a jerk and oblivious at the same time, reader being smart, emotional breakdown, self doubts, comfort, major heartbreak, unedited.

Listen to....Pano by Zack Tabudlo, the night we met by Lord Huron and hate everything by Gsoul

A/N: This is my first time writing a full length smut so bare with me:-) also if anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know. If you want to be tagged, I at least expect you to leave a feedback. And thank you for all the support and exitment you show for this story, it's really adorable of you <3

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> Part 2

Betray. Such a small word still can leave such a huge impact on a person and can leave the person questioning their own beliefs.

You weren't unfamiliar with betrayals, unwantedness, people leaving you for others or left completely alone, you are far more experienced with those terms. Getting betrayed and left behind, giving up on you like you never meant much to them as you see them drifting away from you leaving you like an unknown soul who doesn't deserve loyalty, honesty, devotion or love.

But you never had problems with this, you are strong, strong enough to handle those on your own. You aren't a very emotional person, emotions can't take control over you or you don't want that to happen. But sometimes it's too much for you to control these emotions just like right now.

After all, you're a human being too.

You are seated comfortably on your bed with phone in your hand but the video playing in front of you weren't make you comfortable at all. There's a sender from an anonymous number in your massage box and saw an mms attached to it. Strange. You thought.

You have never liked it when some unknown number showed up on your phone, you don't even give your personal number to anyone whom you don't know closely so it's very much confusing how this certain person get their hands on your personal info.

None the less you opened the chat box and decided to open the mms.

Attachment 1: video file.

You tap the play button and instantly it shows a couple making out on the bed. The girl sitting on the boys lap on the bed, hands around his neck, kissing him passionately while the guy's hands are everywhere on the girl, Caressing the women's sides and until he reached to her butt, kneading it and give it a slap after a while, to which the girl let out a muffled moan because the guy's tongue was still into the women's mouth.

You thought, how could someone send this to you and why even they did it? It's pretty disgusting and disrespectful, you were going to stop the video and decided to report the number later until you heared the voice of the guy in the video.

"you are enjoying it, don't you?"

You instantly figured out the voice, how can you not? It's your boyfriend's voice! It's the same voice which comforted you so many times when you were having hard time, complimented you which made you flustered, confessed to you about his feeling and said "I love you".

Your boyfriend is in this video with that girl. That smooth and deep voice he makes when he is aroused, you're too much familiar with that.

And then it hits you, someone had recorded your boyfriend with this girl and send it to you intentionally. Then you saw his face in the video, his soft features coming to the light from darkness, the light is dim but you still figured out his beautiful features perfectly.

"You makes me feel so good, baby. No one has been able to do it like you did"

His next choice of words creates a stinging pain in your chest. What does he meant by "no one"?

He said those words to her without any hesitation but it shattered your heart into million pieces.

Of course he meant you. You have never made him feel like she is making him while fucking.

To be honest, you saw this coming. You have inspect earlier that something is wrong between you two, something is off about him. You are in a relationship with him for two years now so you have come to know him more or less but still you don't know him all. A human being have so many layers to then that sometimes even after many years of being together, it'll still feel like there's some part about this person that you aren't aware off. Just like now, you feel like you never knew your boyfriend. It's like a different person in the video.

Your hand were aching to stop the video and throw the phone on the ground but you couldn't do that, you watched the whole video of your boyfriend fucking another women while saying that you were never enough for him. Your eyes glued to the phone screen, vision was getting blur because of the water that gathered on your waterlines of your eyes.

You saw how your boyfriend kissed her so affectionately then eat her out while she moans desperately then she says something that bring your raging anger to an another level.

"Not even _____, baby?"

How dare she? You thought. It's like she was taunting you indirectly, the way she says your name clearly shows that she knows you were not able to give your boyfriend the pleasure which he craves even if you are his girlfriend and he found the pleasure in between a other women's legs.

The tears were begging to be fall from your eyes but you stays still, not even blinking, eyes glued to the phone screen.

When she says that, for a brief moment Jungkook stopped his activities and look up at her then he says-

"No babe, not even her"

At this moment, tears begin to pour from your eyes unknowingly but you care less about that.

Still, You keep watching.

because you know if you are going to break your sweet little fantasy about your relationship, about your boyfriend, you gotta watch the whole thing. If you want to break your delusions and find out what kind of a person you're actually dating and in reality where your relationship stands right now, you gotta watch this.

The pain is so unbearable that you want to break your own heart before anyone get the chance do that.

Then you realized you know the women in the video.

She went to the same college as you, was in the same department and same batch. She was a sweet girl back then and as far as you remember, she used to admire you, a lot. Always want to sit next to you, helping you, compliment you, wants to be friends with you, she was so much interested in you.

But as the days pass by, she became distant. Ignoring you but at the same time you noticed, she copied you. Every little thing you did, she tried to copy that. How you dress, your hair cuts and all, the things you do. It was like she want to have everything what you had. She even managed to steal one of your friend from you!

You never understood her obsession with you.

As time flies by, you care less about her and eventually forgot her.

Until now.

It's the same girl in the video, who your boyfriend pounding into right now. Thursting up into her cunt as she moans uncontrollably, thursting back with the same force. You can hear mixer of grunts and moans of your boyfriend from underneath her.

You keep watching your boyfriend whispering sweet-nothing's into her ears in the same way he does when he made love to you. you watched him fucking her mercilessly, without holding back. Changing positions for god knows how many times! You always known Jungkook has high libido and perfect stemina also.

Do you expected less from a gym obsessed guy?

After the video comes to an end, you decided to cry out because you couldn't take this anymore. You didn't know what to do now, how to confront him, fuck you didn't even know who sends this to you!

That's when you decided to get to the root of it.

You pack your essential things and step out from your boyfriend's apartment, leaving him a text message that you're going to stay the night at your own apartment because some of your friends are coming over.

He seems to believe your white lie and reply back with "Okay. Have fun baby. Call me if you need anything" you cringe at the 'baby' word, because you just heard him moaning the same name for another women.

You call the only friend who can help you. Nayeon.

It didn't took long for you to find out the address and the contact number of the girl with whom Jungkook is having an affair with.

So, decided to call her. After ring for two times, she actually picked up the call.

"He--" before you even say something, you heard distant moans and grunts from the other side of the phone call.

You were clenching the bed sheet so hard that you afraid that it might be torn in any second now. You were raging from the inside, your body was burning from it and your friend noticed that immediately. Without even asking, she put the phone on speaker and she visibly gasped upon realizing what's going on.

"B-babe, you're so tight. Fucking love t-that"

The humiliation and hurt you felt was beyond anyone's imagination.

On the other side of the phone was your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, again fucking his mistress, who is your ex-toxic friend while you're on the phone. How amazing! Isn't it?

The skin-slapping sound was very much audible for you to hear. The filthy things they were saying to each other was enough to make you puke. You can't even imagine what kind of person you were dating. Is this the guy you choose to love and cherish for the rest of your life, give your time and devotion and complete loyalty? Does he deserve any ounce of it?

Your mind wasn't processing properly.

Is Jungkook that much desperate to get a pussy?

Was he that much horny or sex starved that he couldn't control himself but to throw himself into a random girl's arms?

But he was never like that! Your boyfriend was never like that! Wait! Do you ever know him?

Were you not taking care of him? Of his needs?

Or were you too much of an inexperienced person to pleasure him properly?

What is it that she is able to give him that you were unable to?

Were you not enough?

Before you knew it, the tears streaming down from your eyes, anger evident in them. You were mindlessly listening to the sounds and words they were telling to each other. Neither the girl was cutting the call nor you let your friend to did it until it becomes too much.

She grab the phone from your hand and hang the call in a blink of an eye.

You were terribly silent, so calm for a person who had just witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her. Your calmness frightens your friend but she know how much you were hurting from the inside and the only evidence were the tears on your cheeks.

"____, I- " she couldn't coherence a full sentence, all of this was too much for her also that she was also unable to think what to say to you. So she did what she can do in this situation. She hugs you. Pull you in her warmth as you cry silently into her arms.

15 minutes passes by but she still holds you in the same position, didn't let go of you even for a mere second.

"Nayeon-ah, Am I that worthless?" your voice was weak. you knew it was not fair for you to insult your own self like that but this emotions were suffocating you.

You wanted to scream, throw things whatever you find near you, wanted to tell all the people is love is stupid. There's no such thing as love. "Love" doesn't exist in this horrible world.

Your friends heart broke upon hearing those words from you. She has always seen you as strong. You were someone who got her shit together and never allowed anyone to break her. You were confident in yourself, in your own skin and seeing the same person falling apart in front of her eyes hurts her so much.

Your smile was always so bright, she has always compared you to the moon because you stand alone in your darkest hours but still managed to shine so brightly.

Now that the shine was fading away, it bothers her, It bothers her so much.

"____ don't say that. He is the worthless one for doing this to you! You don't deserve any of this."

Even though she was trying to comfort you, none of it was working because your mind was practically going back the video, the sounds again and again. You couldn't stop thinking about those.

It's like Nayeon can sense that ,so she tried to pull you out of your thoughts and say-

"____ I think I know what you're thinking but trust me, it's not the truth. You love him with all your heart, I can see that. Everyone around us did see that so there's no way you're allowed to insult yourself by saying you're worthless!"

She sit infront of you on the floor and placed her hands on your knees in a comforting manner. She was trying her best to make you realize that there's nothing wrong with you, that you didn't do anything wrong.

"I know you're feeling betrayed and hurt but that doesn't mean you deserve any of this. You deserve far more better than this. You are such an amazing person and I'm glad I met a person like you. I've always admired you, you know. So please don't do this to yourself, don't hurt your self over a pathetic person like him who doesn't even know what's good for him. He didn't even realized what he have just lost"

You didn't say anything, just more pool of tears escaped from your eyes as you keep glaring at the floor.

"You deserved to be loved, genuinely. I know, it's going to be hard for some days but you'll eventually be okay and I'll get to see the old ____ again and I'll be there just beside you all along"

Then she squeezed your hand comfortingly, letting you know that she is here for you.

Then something click inside you.

"I think, I know what to do now"

Your voice was strained From all the crying but there's a hint of confidence in it too which lit up your friend's mood.

You don't know what's going to happen in the future, if you ever will be able to endure it but you know thing, which is you've to end this once and for all.

You texted Jungkook that you won't be able to see him for two days because you're going to stay at your apartment because you had some work to do there and not-so-surprisingly he didn't asked you any question nor showed any concern.

Not that you expected anything from him.

Even though you knew what you have to do, you were neither mentally nor physically prepared to do so. You needed time to think properly and get back to your senses.

Two days of sever emotional breakdown and then when you fully clear your mind, you're finally standing in front of Jungkook's apartment.

You thought you were ready for this but upon seeing him opening the door and standing infront of you makes you think about all the things he did to you.

All the glimpses of the video and the phone call are coming back to your mind and blocking you from thinking straight.

You were on the verge of crying ,shut the door close on his face, run back to your home and hide there.

But you can't run away now.

"____, baby come inside."

Jungkook's voice pull you from your chain of thoughts as he approached you, take your hand in his and pull you inside while closing the door shut.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You hate the concern (most probably fake) in his voice. You looked into his doe eyes and see the same concern there too. Well, he has always been a good actor.

So, you decided to play along.

"Yes, baby. Just have a little headache"

You place your hand on your forehead as rub it, pretending that you really have one.

"Then go and take a shower. I'll make you something to eat"

"No, it's fine. I'm full already. They arranged so much food at the conference"

You said that with a small smile on your face Ben though you were not feeling like it.

You said to Jungkook earlier that you have a conference meeting at your office so you're going there at this evening and you'll directly come back to his apartment after ending of the conference. But there's no such conference at your office.

You just lied to him.

You were wearing a mermaid satin dress with a bohemian style. It was an elegant black dress designed in flowers all over it. It was kind of low cut dress so your cleavage area was showing gorgeously.

The moment you enter his apartment, his eyes didn't leave from your figure for a moment. He was staring at you and you knew that.

But when you make eye contact with him, he directed his gaze somewhere else. Then you walk close to him and figure get tensed. It was like he didn't want you to get close to him.

You knew something like this going to happen but it still manage to leave a sick feeling in your stomach.

"You should change now. The conference must be tiring for you."

He said to you avoiding your gaze. There's hint of melancholy in his eyes.

The situation was becoming more awkward by time and it was suffocating you.

You quickly change into something comfortable, particularly choosing that one shirt of Jungkook he gave to you because you used to liked it so much and he likes when you wore it.

But now it only pains you more knowing that you won't be able to wore it anymore and he won't be able to see it on you.

You walk out to the bedroom where Jungkook was waiting for you. Upon looking at you, his looks changed. There's something in his eyes that you aren't familiar with.

Than you bend down to grab something from the drawers and it lifted your shirt up, showing your lingerie to him. You also leave some of the upper buttons open so that it can show your cleavage perfectly.

You sit at edge of the bed next to him, he was following every move of you. You can feel his eyes on you. For a mere second, you find his eyes getting dark as you move close but apparently goes normal.

There's a moment of silence before he spoke-

"You were looking quite beautiful in that dress"

He complimented you about your fake-conference outfit while looking down at his lap.

"No one disturbed you at the party. Right?"

You let out a giggle at that. You are getting so angry at him right now. How could he possibly be concerned about you after breaking your heart?

"No, who would possibly do that?"

"I don't know, the guy who always tried to hit on you. What was his name again? Oh, Eunwoo right?"

"Yes. But I don't think he was flirting with me. I think, he naturally has a friendly nature"

He grab your arm and turn you to his direction to face him. He had a serious look on his face.

"No ____. No men go all the way up to help a women with her work on a Friday evening and then offer her to drop or remember her coffee preference even after one month or compliments her every single day unless he is interested in dating her or want to fuck her"

He said the last words with a low growl, his eyes were getting dark again but this time it lasts longer than before. His eyes flickers to your lips from your eyes for a mere second.

You didn't let your gaze fall from his eyes either, staring at him with the same intensity.

"Yeah, I think you are right but it doesn't matter if he want to fuck me or not because I have my man waiting for me at home"

After hearing "my man" his eyes soften.

The air was getting thicker around you, there's an evident sexual tension that neither of you can deny.

You were the one who initiated the kiss first. Jungkook was clearly hesitant and you get that what was going on inside of his head. So you placed your hand under his chin, gently tracing your fingers on his cheeks then dragging them to the back of his head, roaming your fingers into his fluffy hair as you softly smile at him.

The way you look at him with such loving eyes and the affection you were giving him, proven to be too much for him so he gave up, swiftly holding your face as he kissed you with so much passion. There's hunger in his kiss.

The more time passes, the kiss got more intense. He started exploring every inch of your mouth, tugging at your lower lip and biting it gently as you whimper at that.

The time your make out session ends, you both were out of breath. Both of you were staring at each others eyes as you both were trying to tell something to each other but unable to do so. He was holding onto you so tightly as you are going despair if he let go of you and he didn't want to do that, didn't want to lose you.

But it was already too late.

And he knows that too.

"____, I need to talk to you about something" he said breathlessly and you immediately knew what was that about.

"Okay, we will but right now, I want you."

You said those words in a mere whisper while looking him in the eyes, both of your faces were close to each other that your lips were touching his while you were talking, breaths Fanning onto each others mouth.

Maybe it was selfish of you to do so but still you want to do this for one last time.

Again, he gave up. Pulling you into him by holding your waist, you were already sitting on his lap, now he pulls your heat on his crotch straight, without wasting any time he kissed you again with full force. This kiss was rough as he hold your waist so tightly that it'll leave bruises there for sure.

You moaned into the kiss when his erection hit you on the right place where you want him to be, then he started grinding into you slowly while placing kisses down your throat. When he put a bit much pressure on the bundle of nerves down there, you can't help but tug onto his hair tightly to which he let out a growl.

'Fuck' was the last word before he rip open your shirt apart, tore it down as all the buttons fall on the the floor one by one.

"wearing no bra, baby? Aren't you being a desperate slut?"

There's a smirk on his face when he said that but upon realizing what he had just said, the smirk vanished from his face and he started apologizing "no- I-i didn't mea-"

You never liked degradation and he knew that so he never brought that topic to you.

Before he can finish, you interrupted -

"I discovered that I can be a slut but only for you"

You whisper that into his ears and that was the last straw for him. He quickly hold you, pull you up by his arms, turns you around and practically throw you on the bed.

You still had your shirt on, it spreads on the bed underneath you and make your bare body visible to his eyes.

"Fuck! You're beautiful"

He quickly climb up on the bed, hover over you as he started lapping at your nipple and squeezing another one with his tattooed arm. You squirmed underneath him when he licked your bud in a circular motion and tug at it with his teeth.

"Mmmmhh J-jungkook~" you tug at his black T-shirt, indicating him to get rid of it. He got the hint then got rid of it quickly.

His gym addiction is clearly paying of. He looks gorgeous, hair messy, lips parted As he heaves over you, tattooed arm making a great contrast with his well built body.

All of this were tempting until you remember that girl, your memory going back to her and your boyfriend's activities.

You got distracted by it for a second.

"____, everything okay?" he asked while placing his hand at the side of your cheek, tracing his thumb finger over your bottom lip. There's concern in his lustful eyes suddenly and it made your heart ache with pain.

You grab his face, pulling him towards you and kiss him aggressively. You were angry, frustrated, hurt. Every emotions in you were getting heightens at this moment. He pulls away from you, leaving you confused.

"Haven't I asked you something?" he crocked his eyebrow, demanding you to answer him. "Yes, I'm" you answer shortly.

You reach down to grab his erection through his thin layer of shorts while tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, grabbing and pulling his hair. He groans at that.

You wanted to end this as soon as possible and also wanted accomplish the thing you were here for at the first place.

He let out a moan of your name when you rub his tip and then he suddenly grab your tit harshly, giving it a slap while leaving marks on you neck.

"Baby, what are you doing to me?" he whisper in your ears then dragging his hand downwards and cup your pussy with his tattooed arm.

"I can't even think straight" he said while he let out a chuckle as if he can't even believe himself. His eyes were dark, full of lust for you, ready to devour you in any given second. He started rubbing your clit then you can't take that anymore, bucking your hip upwards into his hands as you let out a breathy whimper. His other hand were still on your breast and when he sees you struggling underneath, he smirked, Squeezing it harshly.

"You are such a slut"

He slapped your tit.

"But just for me, right?"

Another slap.

You mindlessly nod at him and he smirked again. Satisfy with your answer, he attached his mouth to your nipples again.

Then he dragged his mouth to your heated core, removing your panties and throwing it, as he bend down on the floor , dragging you along to the edge of the bed so that your upper body is on the bed and the lower one practically was hang in the air as he grab your thighs with his both hands and dragging your legs towards your chest as much as possible, spreading you wide for him.

His face was literally hovering over your heat as he stare at it shamelessly.

"Fuck, you're so wet" he let out a groan as soon as he attach his mouth to your core.

Licking your clit then dragging it down to your dripping hole, lapping at your wetness there and then repeat all the way up again.

The low moan you were letting out, now it becomes louder but then he dig his tongue inside of you and spank your ass and it was enough for you scream out his name and come all over his face and tongue.

"Mmmm- it was sudden, baby" his smirk even gets more wider as he come up to kiss your lips as he dip his very much tongue into your mouth which was into your cunt a seconds ago, letting you taste your own self.

"But, you tastes good nonetheless"

You suddenly push his body, forcing him to stand on the floor and he oblige even though he was confused.

Then it hit him what you were exactly trying to do.

"No baby, let me take care of you today" he said while he saw you were trying to give him head.

But you didn't listen to him and tug at his boxers harshly, pulling it down in one go. He swiftly grab your hand before you can touch him, making you look at him.

"I said, not today" he said it in a serious tone. He really didn't want you to touch him today but if you can't do this now, you'll never be able to, so you wanted to make him feel good, give him the pleasure that he claims you never able to give him.

"No one makes me feel this good like you did"

Those words echoed in your ears, memorising how worthless he made you feel, how you were a failed girlfriend who doesn't even know how to pleasure her boyfriend.

No, you can't accept that. You are hell bound to prove that statement wrong.

"Doesn't matter. I want to taste you too. So stand straight, baby"

You said those words to confidently that it leave Jungkook in awe. He always loves when you take control, your dominant side. There's so much determination in your eyes so he couldn't mouth a single word, let you do things as you please.

He saw you taking his member into hands, squeezing it gently, dragging your palm to his base and then upwards to his tip, circling it with your fingertips.

He saw every move of your intensely as he was unable to leave your sight. You then took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it lightly and Jungkook's breath got hitched. He let out a hiss while you keep sucking and pumping his cock with your hand and use the other one to squeeze his balls.

His hand automatically come to the back of your head, grabbing your hair to make it into a ponytail but didn't tug on it or push your head any further.

He saw you getting harsher with your movements and he couldn't control him self anymore, letting out moans and grunts as you take him more deeper into your mouth.

"K-keep going ba- nngghhh"

His breathing were getting heavier, you knew he was close so decided to take him more into your mouth until your nose touched the base of his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, then you did a mistake. You let out a moan while sucking him which made his dick twitch into your mouth.

He started bucking his hips towards you while keep you in place by your hair, fucking your mouth.

You were moaning uncontrollably at this point, lightly gag on his cock. You thought he was about to come in your mouth but then he stopped, pulling himself out of your mouth.

"Fuck, I was about to cum" you let out a cough, your breathing were harsh, panting when you look up at him.

He was staring right into your soul with his dark eyes, while licking his lips. There's something in his eyes your couldn't comprehend.

He quickly pull you flash against his chest, your chest hitting his in a moment as he kissed you furiously and pull you by your legs, holding you there as he firmly stand on the ground.

His sstrength was crazy. It amazes you every time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip for support as he grab you asscheeks, hold you there steadily. He lick into your mouth, his hand comes to his dick, giving it a few thrust before entering you slowly.

This position was new to you and in this angle he can reach even deeper inside you. You let out strangled whimper as goes even further.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

He didn't want to stop but worried about you of getting hurt. How ironic of him to think that this can hurt you when he literally crush your gut and broke your heart into million pieces already.

"No, keep going" you said that with full of confidence, upon hearing that Jungkook got relaxed and moving you down on his cock until he is entirely make you full to the core.

You slightly grinned your hips against his, in result he delivered a firm slap straight on your ass which is sure going to leave mark there.

"Don't be an impatient slut. I don't wanna hurt you" he said through gritted teeth into your ear as he let out a growl before start sucking your earlobe.

"Shi- .. I-i don't care just Fu-fuckmealready"

You couldn't even comprehend a full sentence properly as you start grinding your hips again and marking your way down from his neck to his collarbones.

"Now, you're being a fucking whore, baby-"

With this, his first thrust comes like a electricity that you nearly lose control over your body but thankfully he was strong enough to hold you steadily in your place.

He started fucking into you while balancing both your body's. Skin-slapping sounds were echoing through out the bedroom as you moan, clinging to him as he firmly holds you.

"Fuck baby, you're so warm. S-so tight"

His thrusts were getting harder by time but when he hit a certain spot inside of you, you couldn't compress your moans anymore.

Letting out a strangled scream of his name "aahh- fuck J-jung- kook-"

"Hmmmm, found it again" he said with a knowing smirk on his lips as started slamming his hips on your, you were so wet that it was making squelching sounds everytime his dick goes inside of your cunt, hitting the right spot continuously until it was too much for you.

"I- I m C- cummi- " he knew you were close so he stop all of his movements suddenly.

You cry out dissatisfyingly as soon as he separated you from him. There's that sickening smirk on his face again.

"You wanna cum, baby? But sluts don't get to cum that easily, you know? And since you're one of them, you gotta help your self out, hmm?"

Lust dripping from his voice as he come to the bed and lay there comfortably and say "You said you're my slut right? Then come sit on my cock and make yourself cum." he crocked an eyebrow at you, challenging you to do that, that usual cockiness all over his face.

You quickly straddle him as you make your self comfortable between his legs and started pushing you on his dick without wasting any time.

You suddenly go all the way down on his cock with a harsh thrust to which both of you let out moans in unison. "F-fucking hell baby, what is with you today?" he asked you jokingly while letting out a chuckle.

"Nothing, just want to fuck you till I can't, I guess"

His eyes got even more darker after hearing those words, then you started thrusting all of sudden with force which make his head fall on the bed as he let out a chain of curses.

You were bouncing on his cock deliciously, riding him hard. Then he plop himself up, started kissing you again. His hand find his way back to your clit which was still oversensitive from first orgasm.

"You are going to cum?" started rubbing on it harshly while his thrust gotten faster. You shudder at the force of his hips, holding on to him by his shoulders as you moan uncontrollably.

"Y-yes want t-to cum-"

"Then cum for me" it was all you needed, with a last hard thrust you were coming all over his cock, string of cum came out of you, landing on the bed sheets, you were clenching hard around him and it made him twitch inside of you.

"So fucking warm" he said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly he turned you around and let your body fall on the bed. You let him maneuver your body as he pleases because you were exhausted.

Now you were all on your four, again he entered you from the behind. It was becoming too much for you, you were shaking from overstimulation at this point but then you heard Jungkook groaning from behind.

"You can do this, right baby?" he asked you sweetly like he wasn't deep inside your hole, fucking the life out of you. His grip on your hips were bruising. His thrust got so harder that the bed was hitting the wall and sure gonna leave a crack there.

"You're going to take me like a good slut you're, hmm?"

Your moans were music to his ear as he used to say. "aahh- please~" you don't know anymore what you're asking for. Slamming into you with such a force which make you see stars.

Then you notice his phone lit up. You knew who it was. Yeah, your plan is going as you want it to be.

It failed to get Jungkook's attention as he was too much busy fucking you. To make him more distracted, you thrust back at him which make him shudder this time, throbbing inside of you as you keep clenching around him.

"Fuck!" was the only word he managed to say as he slam into you hard enough to make you lose your balance and you fall on your face on the bed. He also bend down towards you and place his both hands beside your head as you let out muffled moans and curses, griping the bed sheet hard. In this angle, he was able to touch your carvix, you thought.

"Ahh~ baby" he moan into your ear and you gripped his hair instead of the bed sheet, tugging on it harshly. "fuck-k, ha-rder Jungkook" he growl upon hearing that but oblige nonetheless. Fucking you mercilessly.

"You are making me feel-" then he slam into you harder.

"So"

Thrust into you.

"Fucking"

Again thrust.

"Good"

Again, this time harder.

Your eyes roll to the back to your head for god knows how many times, tears starting to cascade from your eyes. Then you feel his dick twitching again, this time violently as his hips shudder, his thrusts were getting sloppier. You were close to your third orgasm of the day too.

So you slam back into him and say "Yeah~ cum for me" you whisper into his ear and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, then you feel warm liquid inside of you. You both were moaning into each others mouth as he makes sure to fill you full with his cum, giving you every drop of it. Your orgasm hit at the same time to, covering his dick with your cum.

You collapse on the bed after that, both of your cum dripping from your hole on the bed sheet but you couldn't care less. You were breathing furiously and when your eyes fell on Jungkook beside you, his condition was same as you too, panting harshly as he try to regain his breathing.

There's again that look in his eyes which couldn't figure out. His hands comes to your face as he wipe off some tears from your cheeks.

You fucking hate it at the same time can't push him away too. Knowing that he did all of this things to other women too make your heart ache.

Then he come closer to you, tracing your face with his fingers "are you okay?" he asked you so gently.

You hate him.

You nod your head at him as he smiles softly at you then you realize something was poking at your lower belly, when you see what it was, you come face to face with his hardening cock, again. He was still hard.

He smiled at you sheepishly as he asked you carefully "Do you think you can take more?"

Your response was quick "Yes, I can" he was amused by your answer but still gave a worried look. So you did something to prove to him that you aren't lying. You grab his dick, careful not to hurt him because he was already sensitive from the previous orgasm.

He hiss at that then kiss you quickly before hovering over you, settling between your legs as he positioned his cock at your entrance after rubbing it over your clit. Then he entered you slowly while pampering your face with kisses. You let out a silenced scream because it was too much for you but he hold you on place, calming you down, makes sure you were okay, that you weren't feeling any discomfort.

"Baby, I'm going to move now" he warned you before he started moving ever so slowly. His every thrust were agonisingly slow, you can feel every girth, every vein on his cock, every thrust were so intense that you hold onto him tightly, feeling overwhelmed by it.

The whole thing was so intimate that for a moment you thought that your relationship with him was okay, that nothing happened between you two, that he still loves you.

But you know better than anyone that it's not true,

That he is not yours anymore,

That he cheated on you,

That he choose another women over you,

That he doesn't love you anymore.

His deep thrust were able to pull you out if your thoughts. He then noticed tears in your eyes and it makes his eyes softer, he gently place his hand on you cheek and pull you into a kiss. This kiss wasn't anything aggressive or hungry rather it was slow and full of love, you thought.

All of these were pushing you close to your another orgasm. Then he place his hand on your clit and you almost let out a scream at that. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he goes as deep as possible while rubbing at your bud, he swiftly lift one of your legs and push it to your chest, supporting it on his shoulder then he hit that certain place inside of you again and you felt your orgasm approaching you in a split second.

"ah fuck, yes! yes! K-keep going Jungkook!" then before you know it, it hit you with full force. You literally cry out at the intensity of it and you felt like you were going to pee at some moment but that's exactly not the case.

You squirt. You fucking squirt. When it first hit Jungkook's chest, he was confused then he pull him self off from you, sitting on his knees to see it. "Shit" was the only word which come out of his mouth. You clench around him uncontrollably which makes his movements shudder.

After, what felt like hours when you come back to your senses, you look at Jungkook who was looking at you in awe.

"You squirt, baby! That was so fucking hot of you" again started thrusting slowly into you but you knew he was close so you started clenching hard while grab his hair and tug on it as he groan in your neck. You started kissing down his neck while squeezing his asscheek with your hand which make his cock throb.

With some more thrust, he came, moaning your name in your ear, make you full yet again with his cum.

You both stay still there, sweaty body's clinging to each other as you both tried to catch your breath. He didn't let go of you, holding you tightly as he said-

"I love you, ____. No matter what, I'll still love you"

Lair!

You want nothing but to slap him hard on his face but the way he said it, there's a longing in his voice like he's afraid of loosing you. those words makes the tears fall from your eyes which had gathered on your waterline. You let yourself cry into his arms one last time and he did the same too.

You were surprised to find out that he was crying too. The tears damping the side of your hair and neck

Why is he crying? Does he regrets all of those things he has done to you?

Well, it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters anymore.

You separate yourself from him, without saying anything you head straight to the washroom.

After coming back, you found Jungkook staring at one your pictures which was settled on the nightstand. His cheeks were strained with tears From crying, you noticed. Then he looks at you. there's so much vulnerability in his eyes, he looks helpless.

But again, what's done is done.

You go back to him to show the very much video where he was fucking her behind your back.

"Can you figure out who this people are?" he looks at you confused and took the phone from you.

Upon seeing the video, he immediately knew what this video was about. His eyes widened like he just witnessed some ghost. He just stared at it, couldn't even able to say anything.

You scratch your phone out of his hands which makes him look at your direction. You saw complete horror in his eyes.

"W-where did you find it?" you scoff at that. "Seriously Jungkook? Oh wait, there's more" you play that call recording where they both were fucking each other while you were on the phone. This makes his eyes grow more wider. He was in complete state of shock. He couldn't understand how do you get the video and a call recording? Fuck that's even more messed up!

"Wh- no wait! At least give me a chance to explain ____" he tried to hold your hand but you shove him away from you.

"Why Jungkook? Didn't I tell you at the very beginning that if you fell in love with other person, you'll tell me then and there and I'll leave without any question? Didn't I?" your voice got slightly high at the end, you were still trying to control your composer as you said those words calmly, without any emotion in it.

It hurts Jungkook, hurts him so much about how cold your voice sounds, how your eyes has turned emotionless. He knows it's not easy to make you mad or upset but when you got mad or hurt, you turn into a completely different person. An emotionless, cold hearted person which he never want to see but here he was standing who was the very much reason behind your current state.

Seeing how much he has hurt you, hurts him too but it's too much late to realize that.

There was tears in his eyes as he begged you to listen to him, to at least give him a chance to explain.

"What's there to explain? You've already betrayed me, betrayed my trust. Do you think I'll believe whatever the shit you're trying to tell me? It's over, Jungkook. There's nothing left to explain or hear"

You slither at him with those words, even though you have a hard gaze, there's still tears in your eyes and you hated that.

Upon hearing those words, he gave up. The hot tears streaming down his face as he still tried to rush to you to stop you from leaving. You were about to open the door but he push it close, not letting you go yet.

"Please, I didn't want this to end this way ____, I-"

"But you wanted this to end. Good for you it finally does"

You said those words while looking straight into his eyes, at this moment you weren't able to hold back your tears any longer. Jungkook was already crying.

"Oh and whatever happened between us few minutes ago, I did that because you claim that I was not enough as a girlfriend and I was unable to take care of your needs, that I've never made you feel good the way she does, so gotta prove that statement wrong. Other than that, it was nothing" you said the sentence which he told her in that video, he remembers that. It makes his heart ache with more pain.

He wanted to tell you that it's not true,

That you were enough.

That you were more then enough.

That he still loves you.

That he never wanted this to end.

"no- wait it's not-" he tried for the last time but you beat him to that, already opening the door to leave.

Before you can leave, both of you come face to face the girl who steal your boyfriend from you and he let it happen.

Oh, what a drama.

She was shocked to see you there.

"What are you doing here?" there's venom in her voice as she asked you with so much hatred.

"I should be the one asking that to you, Yeri" you throw back at her. It shocked her that you remember her name and the way you say those words so confidently.

"Really? Oh wait, so you were the one sending those pictures to threatened me, huh?" she first scoff then said the last words loudly, nearly screaming at you. She had the audacity to grab your arm and harshly pulling at it.

Jungkook stands there dumbfounded, didn't know exactly what was going on. You know Yeri? And what pictures?

"You're lucky that you're the only one who received those pictures otherwise you won't be able to show your face to anyone again. Let me tell you one thing- stay out of my way unless you want to make your own life living hell" you said those curtly, staring back at her with emotionless eyes as you give her maniacing smile at the end. That must make her nervous because the next thing she does was that she push you back suddenly as she mouthed a "you bitch" and make you lose your balance but you were able to regain the balance yourself on time.

The thing you did next shocked both of them. You slapped her across her face, hard. Hard enough to leave mark there as she stumble on her feet and about to fall but Jungkook prevented that from happening.

You were fuming with anger at this point but then again Jungkook made you realize that you can never take her place, you can never be a good girlfriend to him, you can never be enough for him. His next words left yourself completely broken and numb from the inside.

"Please ____, she's pregnant" he whispered those words to you, you wouldn't be able to hear him if the atmosphere wasn't this much silent.

He looked at you for one last time and you did the same, both of your eyes were teary, the only difference was his eyes hold helplessness and longing in them and yours hold unbearable pain and hatred.

At that moment, he knew he completely lost you for forever. You walk away from him far and far away and he wasn't able to do a single thing.

This is how your beautiful relationship torn apart at the end.

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Masterlist Volume 2

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Masterlist Vol 1

Namjoon

Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

Baby Me

Busy Body Pt. 2

Comfortable

Depth (Of You)

Fine

Flex

Hung Up

Independent Study

Kid Gloves

Knotty

Know Your Role

Night Moves

Play With Me

Privacy

Ripple

Salve

Surprise Me

Time Flies

The Trouble With Two

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

What We Want (Is The Same)

You Don't Know Me

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Big Boy

Blurry

Catching Feelings

Do It For Me

Grad Party

Indulge Me

Know It All

Made Up

No Contest

Nothing Like You

Pain Killer

Repeat After Me

Shift

Sorbet

Through The Wringer

Unravel Me

Series

Just A Bite: Chapter 1

Jimin

Oneshots/Drabbles

The Trouble With Two

Asks

In A Pinch

No Contest

Series

Taehyung

Oneshots/Drabbles

Smash

Can't Help Myself

Asks

Do It For Me

You and Tae In The Recording Booth (in front of Jimin)

Series

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Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

All Roads Lead To You

Busy Body Pt. 2

Company

Downtime

Nerve

Never Have I Ever...

Pay To Play

Ripple

Second Chance

Supply and Demand

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

Wild Mood Swing

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Through The Wringer

Series

Seokjin

Oneshots/Drabbles

Ego

Get A Grip

Play With Me

Red Rump

Asks

Love Language

Professor Jin Punishes You

Series

Hoseok

Oneshots/Drabbles

Quicksilver

You Don't Know Me

Just My Type

Asks

Series

Jungkook

Oneshots/Drabbles

Adore Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Boo

Impress You

Insatiable

Snow Blow(ies)

Woah

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Feel It Out

Pain Killer

Series

The Roommate Jungkook:

Outage

Juice

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the art of obsession | kim taehyung

summary: in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

✎ genre/au: dark academia. college au. painter!taehyung x writer!y/n [afab. she/her]

✎ 17.4K words

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

warnings: smut. slight obsession with their work. prestigious college. tae literally takes oc to a graveyard. oc and tae dont take criticism well. unprotected intercourse. oral [f and m]. oc slobs on his knob and tae eats like it’s the last supper. missionary. side position. lowkey passionate sex. fireplace crackling. namjoon and oc used to be fwb. hints that oc and Jimin used to be fwb too. jungkook is tae’s sculpture artist bestie. jimin is oc’s ballerina bestie. namjoon is oc’s writer bestie.

The smell of cigarettes was something you were fairly used to being around where you resided. You’re not sure what makes it so popular among young academics and sometimes you wonder if it’s not the need of nicotine but more so the aesthetic of it that they all seem to enjoy. It seemed to always linger in the air around campus where all the grad students would walk with their heads down and bags under their eyes as stress took over their entire being. You understand the stress but being an undergrad student yourself, you’re not sure you could understand the extent of it that they must feel. All you could really do is watch the way it slowly deteriorates their body every time they step into the library.

Maybe it’s the Literature major in you, but you never fail to try and assess each person that walks in as if you could see their entire character design and what makes them who they are. Today you got a bit lucky because despite how slow your homework had been going, your favorite case of study had just walked in wearing his usual black turtleneck tucked into a pair of loose corduroy pants. He wore a pair of rounded wire glasses that you love getting to see him in and they did wonders to conceal the eye bags you knew were there.

With this smallest hint of entertainment you’ve found through your long and boring study session with only one friend to confide in, you shut your copy of — excuse the pretentiousness — The Pictures of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, and lowered the volume on your headphones enough to be more aware of the cause of his visit today. You rarely saw him in the library and if he did happen to come by it was to check out or check in a single book on Michaelangelo or Davinci.

You were surprised by how close he seemed to have gotten to you today. The table you studied at was only a couple feet away from a book aisle he had currently walked down and now he was just a meter or so away with his head down in his book. The usual smell of smoke surrounded him and despite scrunching your nose at the smell, you chose to ignore it and study him a little further. You even went as far as to lower your headphones until they curled around your neck giving him your attention even if he didn’t know he had it.

As much of an observer as you were, you never seemed to catch on to the way his gaze would shift to you any time you weren’t looking, eyes scanning your features rather quickly as he made his own assessment. You dressed warmly today, probably due to the fact that there’s been a light rain that has been casted over the city, always seeming to linger longer where the buildings were older and all signs of urban life seemed to dissipate. You were dressed in neutral tones today that placed you perfectly with your own surroundings and if this was a painting he’s sure you would be the focal point—or maybe the single spec of bright color you wore which was in this case your powder blue headphones. He’s not sure he’s ever used that specific shade of blue in a single one of his works before but maybe he’ll look into it.

He rarely visited the library but when he did it was always a pleasant surprise to see you there. He didn’t care much to get to know you, he just found the aesthetic of it all captivating. The library was beautiful, truthfully, with its dark wood shelves and polished tile floors that echoed with each step. It was eerily quiet and it always smelled of old books and always reminded him of a cathedral. There were large stained glass windows of poets, painters, dancers, etc. the clear glass windows overlooked the large pond that covered the back of the small campus where the woods began to take over and student life decreased aside from the occasional late night college party hosted there between trees and bonfires.

“He always comes into my work for paints. I wonder why he always pays in cash.” Your friend said, suddenly appearing next to you and not messing with the printer anymore. He must’ve caught sight of Taehyung before he left and considering he worked at a supply store, it was no surprise he recognized him.

“Maybe he hates banks,” you joked, turning to Jimin with a smile. Jimin pursed his lips staring down the aisle where Taehyung had disappeared once he had his book, “Maybe cash is more aesthetically pleasing. He’s an art major, isn’t he? I say he’s too pretentious to use a plastic card—or even worse, Tap to Pay.”

At that you laughed, deciding to continue the teasing of a man you barely knew while also trying to defend him, “Do people ever get tired of throwing words around?”

“Are you referring to my use of ‘pretentious’?” Jimin asked as he moved to the other side of the counter, “I used the term correctly, it’s an adjective meaning, ‘attempting to impress by affecting greater importance and culture than is actually possessed’. His refusal to adhere to society’s technological advances is pretentious in itself. I bet he still uses No. 2 pencils as an act of defiance against mechanical pencils—if he was a writer like you he would probably be more drawn to a pen but he’s an artist and artists make mistakes that get covered up or changed.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at that, “Tell me then, Jimin, what does a ballerina use to convey words? An Arabesque?”

Jimin released a loud groan, “I hate this goddamn school.”

You watched him open his newest generation laptop and hide behind it. He knew now how little room he had to talk. You, yourself, couldn’t utter a word to disagree with him either when in your hand was a Montblanc fountain pen that cost your parents a hefty 1,500$ to get to you when you were first accepted into the school. You’re sure when the time comes for you to finish undergrad, they’ll up the price and give you one worth 4,000$—the most profound amount of proof that you did in fact strictly use pens for everything.

You would never dare mention anything revolving around the money Taehyung’s family is rumored to have because you don’t know anything about him to do so.

All you knew were the few things you’ve noticed — a couple that even made it into your journal — like the fact that he specialized in two mediums; charcoal and oil paintings. He’s a known name at the University for his work and dedication and you saw that through one of his works. It was dark and a bit twisted but it told a story and you think that’s what drew you into him before you even knew it was him.

Despite his strong presence that always seemed to draw you in, he had a gift for making himself invisible in a group setting. He never spoke up in class, never caused a fuss, he was in and out like a shadow.

At the start of the semester you were taken by surprise when you found him sitting in one of the back rows of the lecture hall to an advanced anatomy class that you’re sure you took for very different reasons. Taehyung was interested in the study of the body so he could fully understand the way the it works from the inside out. He wanted to understand how each limb moved, how fluid each bone and muscle connected, how they could contort, see where the organs go, imagine the flesh coming to life when he painted.

In literature, anatomy isn’t referring to the human body. It refers to a separation of a topic into smaller parts for detailed analysis of the work. You did not make a mistake when you chose this lecture, you too wanted to study the body for your work. You wanted to learn how fragile it really was, how it could be destroyed, how hard it was to do so. You wanted to know about which bones were weaker, which organ puncture did the most damage. You need visuals and understanding of its healing process, of the way it moved, how the nervous system worked. Once you had a better understanding of the body, you just knew that you would be able to apply all these things to your writing. You would be able to detail how your character’s body deteriorated outside and in. How the body would slowly break down, which nerves were affected, how the heart worked in that moment. It would be gruesome but intriguing enough for your readers.

Maybe you needed to write something not so dark, something that didn’t make you take courses you didn’t really need but wanted in hopes that they’ll help you understand better. You didn’t actually need to go this far to describe a couple grueling scenes but it helped.

The room was silent aside from the obnoxious sound of the clock, Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…Ticking.

You stood at the front of your professor’s desk in his clustered office filled with classical literature books and awards for writing all over the shelves. His desk took up the majority of the space inside and whenever you were in here you couldn’t help but feel just a little suffocated. There were barely any words shared between the two of you, he only ever decided to truly grace you with his speech when he was critiquing and yet right now he’s been uncomfortably silent.

The silence had grown so long that you found your attention drifting toward the grandfather clock that was tucked away near the overwhelming stained glass window that overlooked the courtyard filled with wet and fallen leaves. The trees were bare and the fountain had a sculpture of a big swan with its wings spread in what looked like a dance. It always reminded you of the Swan Song, but you never knew if that was morbid of you. The idea of your University of Fine Arts decorating the campus in the black and white birds simply for decor always seemed strange to you too.

There was no way they would ever portray anything without meaning, or at least something not up for interpretation and yet every time you looked at one of the swans, you thought about the Swan Song, the way the bird’s wings were open beautifully with each detail chiseled into the stone. It looked like the swan’s final performance before its end. It wasn’t the sort of symbolism you liked to see at a school with such dedicated artists looking for a way to perfect every aspect of their work as if each one was their last.

“I like it,” your professor finally said, drawing your attention back to him in an instant, “Your writing has improved Y/n, I’m starting to really visualize the plot and I think it has a certain rawness to it that I’m not used to seeing from you.”

The corner of your lips turned upward like you wanted to smile but you wouldn’t fully allow yourself to. He hasn’t looked at you yet, his eyes stayed glued to your paper and it was clear he wasn’t done, “But it still feels stiff—well, the main character does. I can’t understand him yet, he’s just a mystery to me and not one I’m interested in unraveling. I can’t understand his depth and it’s becoming a big flaw in your writing. Everything else sounds wonderful, well articulated and with such emotion… that when I think of him all I see a huge lack of substance. He’s being drowned out by the rest and he’s supposed to be the one I follow when I read.”

You didn’t say anything as your jaw slowly clenched shut, eyes unwavering as he went on, “It’s like you have a lack of knowledge for human emotion and psychology, I’m not sure that’s something that can be easily fixed.”

“Does it make my writing bad?” You asked stiffly and he shook his head no.

“No, your writing is captivating but there’s a very huge disconnect I’m feeling from your characters,” he said, looking up at you, “It takes away the beauty of it.”

Your lips felt sewn shut as he handed you back your paper with all of his notes for you to fix and you felt like crying. You couldn’t even utter out a single word as you forced yourself not to react to his words and leave his office with your head held high.

What did he mean by disconnect? What more did he want you to do? What did you not understand about human emotion? You’re a human, what is there not to get? What else did he want from you?

These questions circled your head for what felt like an eternity, only confusing you more and more as you left for your next lecture. You spent the fifteen minute gap with your journal out jotting down every question that came to mind trying to see how you could find answers to these.

You sat alone in your row of seats waiting for other students to arrive and you took the time to brainstorm. He told you your characters lacked substance and implied that they were hard to visualize. He said that he can’t understand them, especially the lead and that he couldn’t be absorbed into a story about a character he doesn’t care for. He basically said that you lacked an understanding of emotional depth for the characters you write and therefore your stories will continue to have a disconnect until something changes. If only something could inspire you, maybe help you analyze these so-called emotions you couldn’t comprehend. You needed to remove some of the mystery around your character and really dive in on his arc, understand how he felt. How could you do that? It's not like you could fully visualize it yourself either unless you really began to study those around you more than you already do.

You sat up straighter in your seat and looked around as the lecture hall began to fill slowly. The room had a sort of ancient feel to it with long hazelnut rows of desks pressed side by side against each other in an amphitheater manner. There were diagrams and models of the human body plastered everywhere but none looked straight off of a doctor’s catalog. They looked like Davinci himself drew every skeleton in the room. It also had a small echo especially when the rain hit the wall or glass windows that sometimes tuned out the sound of talking students entering the hall.

You recognized most of the faces and the one who passed you as he went up a few rows seemed to distract you more than the others. Kim Taehyung didn’t wear glasses today but he wore a wool sweater and linen pants. There was a small splotch of gray paint on his knuckle that he hadn't seemed to notice as he swung his book bag onto the desk with a small thud, uncaring if anyone heard and ignored everyone around him.

He was similar to your character, almost. He always seemed closed off and unapproachable but behind his eyes was an aura of emotion that isn’t easily interpreted. You found yourself beginning to scribble down in your journal, just basic things you noted about him.

The lazy, bored look in his eyes that made him look tired and unamused by everything that happened around him.

Then there was his stance. He had good posture but when he sat down in his seat he leaned all the way back with his arms on the table like he was observing every person in the lecture hall, even you.

You knew this because for a second your eyes met with Taehyung’s and in that measly moment you just took in the sight of each other. Taehyung didn’t hold much expression in face but his fingers seemed to twirl his No. 2 pencil a little more intently now. He ran his gaze down from your eyes to the curve of your nose and curl of your lips. There was something about your facial features that he was delighted in studying. When you looked away and gave him a view of your side profile he leaned toward his desk more and the leather sketchbook that rested over his textbook was flipped open as he began to sketch you.

The drawing didn’t mean much to him, it was just a small doodle to pass time, his hands had to always be sketching and you happened to be his distraction today. Usually he doesn’t really pay attention to you when he’s in class, you sit far enough from each other that you never interact and when he catches you in the library you always seem lost in your own world.

He knows your name, he read your story last semester simply because it intrigued him. It was published on the school forum and won an achievement so he checked it out and it was good, your writing is intricate, or at least that’s what he thinks. He’s able to follow along to every word and not be bored or confused but with a certain degree of understanding that the reader needs to learn. There’s an aura of mystery around it, yet it was not something that he couldn’t comprehend and he thinks that’s why he was able to enjoy it.

At the end of the lecture he had three small drawings of you.

“Come on man, it won’t take long, just one drink,” Jungkook begged him for the third time in a row. Despite his friend’s darker exterior dressed in black jeans, a black tee, and a black leather jacket, he was way more outgoing. He was always trying to get Taehyung to go out for drinks or to party but he just doesn’t have the time.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said as he opened up his pack of cigarettes and took one out, sliding it to his lips before burning the end with his lighter. He handed the pack to Jungkook who took it without question and did the same.

Jungkook released a sigh in disappointment, shaking his head a little as he said, “Whatever man, you say that every night.”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders as he took a drag and pulled it out between his index finger and thumb, “Then get the hint.”

His friend wasn’t listening anymore, choosing instead to stare at the building in front of him, dimly lit from all the lamp posts. It was just after sunset and the only students around were probably working on assignments like Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung took advantage of the art room to work privately and in a bigger space while Jungkook worked in the warehouse where he could work on his new sculpture. Taehyung couldn’t understand why Jungkook cared about whatever was going on at the library till he casually looked over too.

“She looks familiar,” Jungkook said pointing to you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the bus stop. Taehyung looked too, you had a tote bag like most students around here and there was a butterfly clip in your hair but it still looked messy. Your hair was down earlier and at some point you decided to put it up and he realized now that he didn’t have a preference on how hair looks on someone. He likes the style you had earlier and the one you have now too because they enhance your features more.

“That’s Y/n,” Taehyung said casually as they went to the parking lot. Jungkook looked at him curiously before glancing back at you, “You know her?”

Taehyung didn’t have an answer for that so he didn’t give one, he just walked ahead wondering the same thing. “Let’s get a drink,” Taehyung finally gave in and Jungkook immediately cheered. “Yes! Okay, don’t worry, just one.”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… that is what every artist has ever been taught. Taehyung has never been able to disagree with a statement more than that one. There is not beauty everywhere, it is not as inclusive as one might think and to truly understand art in the many forms it could take, one needs to understand the meaning of genuine beauty.

It’s quite terrifying in a sense, for one to be able to lose control and fall for the Dionysian seduction and view beauty for what it truly is. It is a raw and exhilarating topic that cannot be defined by just looks or words but more the freedom of life, life is beautiful in its own twisted way and to accept that definition is to be able to portray that in what you do. That’s why Taehyung’s art tends to lean toward a more dark and twisted form. When he creates art he’s not just looking at creating something nice to look at or something with a hidden meaning that no one would ever truly understand. When he creates, he wishes to express human emotion through his work—he wishes to make others feel things they’ve never felt before and that is the beauty he is chasing after.

Beauty is not a person but a feeling and when he looks at you he seems to understand that better.

It’s not just your outward attractiveness that draws him in. It’s the terrifying beauty that you radiate in your gaze, in your mannerisms, in your writing. It intrigues him and if he could put you on a canvas and unravel everything inside you — your fears, your joys, your tears — he would but till then you’re nothing but a familiar stranger that invades his mind when he least expects it.

“Taehyung, your work is beautiful,” his professor said, “Everything you create is effortlessly perfect but…”

He waited with a bated breath, already not liking where this was getting. He watched closely to the way she tilted her head in curiosity, “It’s rather dark, don’t you think? Maybe hard for interpretation an—“

“It’s not made to be interpreted by anything but the way it is,” Taehyung said boldly, “Once art is set for others to create a new meaning for it, is it ever truly art?”

“I guess I am not understanding what you mean,” she said leaning forward against her desk.

Taehyung released a sigh like this conversation with his senior was tedious, “When you look at Picasso’s work, do you think he created it for others to understand? Or was that something that people began to believe? He created art that was unconstraining to himself and his life.”

“Yes but look at Salvador Dali, the entire aspect of surrealism that he used was to unleash the power of imagination and creativity. You can’t just shut your art into a small box for the sake of aesthetic,” she said and that made him scoff, his lip curled in distaste, “And let’s look at Monet? He’s practically what started the entire idea of Impressionism.”

“What it meant to him, how he viewed it at that moment, that was all,” Taehyung said, which made the advisor release a sign, “Claude Monet once said, everyone pretends to understand his art, as if it were necessary to understand when it is only necessary to love.”

“I’m afraid this conversation will go back and forth if we continue,” she said with a huff, already irritated by the way things are going, “The exhibition is in three months, in a month I’ll connect with you on how everything is looking and give you the rundown as well is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung shook his head and without a goodbye he was getting up from his seat and storming out. Not even a second after the chestnut double doors shut, did he find himself reaching into the pocket of his jeans to get his pack out. The cigarette sat perfectly between his lips as he blocked one side with the hand so the wind didn’t blow his lighter out and he lit the tip, ignoring the ‘No Smoking’ sign just a couple feet away. He couldn’t help but mumble, “Stupid bitch,” under his breath once he finally left the building.

As he rounded the corner, something hit his chest and his free hand immediately the person steady in front of him.

Your hand was on his chest to keep from hitting him and as you looked up, your eyes widened just slightly. Taehyung didn’t say anything as he let you go, brushing against your side and moving around you to leave feeling your eyes on him. You watched him head the way you just came from and finally snapped out of it when you heard your friend call for you.

He turned to look for you seeing you already walking over to some tall and muscular guy. The guy gave you a dimpled smile as he followed after you, no longer in Taehyung’s peripheral.

“Maybe he has a point, Y/n,” Namjoon said as he walked with you to the bus stop, “If you’re struggling then maybe you should think about altering the character more.”

You shook your head in displeasure, “No, I’m not going to change him, I just need to be able to visualize his characteristics.”

Namjoon released a sigh as he pondered over what advice to give you, but came up blank, “I mean… maybe you just need some real inspiration from those around you. ”

The both of you went silent trying to find a solution and you looked up at him curiously. Namjoon would be an amazing reference for a character but he doesn’t fit the image you want him to. He was like light, he was kind hearted and charming and so unbelievably smart but that’s not how you envisioned the main character in your story. The kind of character you had in mind was supposed to act similar to… well, Taehyung. He’s supposed to be a bit mysterious, cold, not necessarily a likable character but someone they can’t help but be curious about.

“Namjoon,” you called his name and for a moment he grew hopeful to the idea that maybe you were thinking of studying him the way you do with others—even if he knew that would never happen. Instead, you came to a stop and looked up at him, “I forgot my laptop in the ffice, I’ve gotta go get it.”

His brows furrowed, looking down at your tote bag, “I’ll come wit—“

“No, you have to work, right?” You asked, already backing away from him, “I don’t want to make you late, I’ll just catch the next bus.”

Before he could argue, you were already taking off in a hurry back down the way the two of you came from. With a sigh he watched you leave wondering why he always seemed to be a couple steps behind you and never beside you. All he’s done since he met you was follow your lead in friendship and outside of it.

Even when the two of you had sex months ago it was always when you wanted and never when he did. If he even thought to ask, all you did was blow him off and then question him on if he’s seeing anyone at the moment. In the same second you would press your lips to his cheek and remind him how much you adored him even when you blew him off he always found the act of it a bit poetic.

He loved you, but it’s a love unreturned and if he wants to stay by you, it has to be with him at the back of your mind and never at the forefront.

With that understanding, he had no choice but to let you go back toward campus walking across fallen leaves and dead branches while he went to the bus alone.

Your legs had taken off before you could even decide where to go and in the end you found yourself heading back the way in which you met with Namjoon—and also the way you bumped into Taehyung. You were never much of the shy type even if it appeared that way, your friends always said you were the selective type—only choosing who to be outgoing with and even then it was rare and required a lot of work to get to you.

They had it easy, Jimin was a childhood friend and Namjoon was in the same writing department as you but that’s as far as your circle went. Well, no, there’s Yoongi too but he’s a pianist and these days he’s so busy with lessons and trips to the orchestra, you barely see him.

Like stated, you were selectively social and right now, you were choosing to find Taehyung so you could formally talk to him. It took you about ten minutes of mindlessly walking through the courtyard to locate him and when you did, you came to a halt. He was just a few feet away now, cigarette between his lips, crouched down against the wall of some historic looking building with castle-like elements and you know he saw you coming when he turned his head and looked right at you.

That was the push that had you walking toward him and saying, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking you up and down, eyes unable to help themselves as he looked up from your legs to your face. You wore a black fitted turtleneck underneath a brown sweater vest tucked into a black skirt. You wore long 70s style brown boots and mesh tights too. Your hair was pinned back with a hair clip and pins and your ears were lined with simple yet pretty earrings. When his gaze finally met yours, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you once more.

“My name is—“

“I know your name,” he said with a small glint in his eye, “Obviously.”

You didn’t pull away from his intense stare and watched him bring the cigarette back to his lips, “I thought it would be more appropriate to introduce myself.”

“Mm,” he exhaled looking down at the cement below his feet, flicking the end of the cigarette to let ash fall, “So what could I do for you, Y/n?”

He looked up once more and you bit your lip in thought, “If you are free, I wanted to see if you’d like to get a coffee with me.”

“I don’t like coffee,” he said, finally putting the thing out and standing up, “And it’s almost sunset.”

You blinked in surprise as he stood in front of you now but you didn’t back away, “Then we’ll just have dinner.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung swung his bag over his shoulder, “But I’m kind of busy, I’ve got somewhere to get to.”

He was already walking away to hide his look of surprise. He didn’t expect the two of you to ever really talk and he didn’t really know what to do. He ended up rejecting before he could even truly think it over. He imagined you as just a fantasy — nothing he could ever explore but that he could dream about. He just wanted to look and think about you but never know anything beyond what was on the surface—like a painting.

“And you can’t have a plus one?” You asked in your final effort to get closer to him completely unaware of what he thought of you. You watched him come to a stop, and for a moment you tried to imagine him contemplating. Taehyung turned to face you, “I’m not going anywhere fun.”

You stayed quiet as he went on, “And some might find it scary.”

It seemed like he was trying to warn you as if to let you back out of your own proposal but he wasn’t saying no and that was hopeful. You tilted your chin higher, “As long as you don’t plan on murdering me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

That made the corners of his lips turn upward in an arrogant smirk, “Okay, Y/n, follow me.”

The walk wasn’t too far from the college but the college was already a bit on the outskirts of the city. All you saw were green, dying hills as autumn threatened to take over and it took you a second to understand where he was taking you until he was leading the way down a steep hill toward an empty and cold graveyard. It was a straight line of jagged tombstones and overgrown plant life entwined around them. There were clear dirt paths leading down row after row of old graves and a few Angel statues but nothing too bad, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I told you, you might be scared,” Taehyung said as he walked parallel to the graveyard toward a tree that stood tall along the sloping hill, “But this is the best view of twilight, if you want, I could walk you back to campus.”

“No, it’s fine,” you cleared your throat deciding to walk ahead of him so you could be the one sitting upright against the tree. Taehyung dropped his backpack a few feet away from you and began getting his things out.

You didn’t question him, only observed the way he carried on like you weren’t even there. It’s not like you minded, you didn’t have any real agenda to get him to spend time with you and frankly, you felt a bit relieved to see that he wasn’t trying to figure out what you wanted. It was unspoken the way the two of you seemed to think similarly and brought out your tools.

Taehyung didn’t say anything when he flipped his sketchbook open and found a charcoal he could use as he began to sketch without much thought into it. He even made himself comfortable by lying back, using the angle of the hill to help him not lay horizontally and he bent a knee up as a sort of flat surface he could rest his book on. There was a small breeze that carried through his linen shirt and brown trousers but he wasn’t much worried about himself.

He was more worried about you, who had asked to spend time with him but had no real plan to do so. He’ll admit, when he said no it was just on reflex from all the other times he’s out right rejected others before but he only thought it over because he’s been curious of you two. When you told him you would join him for a moment he debated saying no again because this was his favorite place to be to watch the sunset but it wasn’t all that normal. He even tried to warn you and offer to take you back when you saw the graveyard but you didn’t even seem to care when you sat down. Now that he’s looking at you up close, he can see the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you scribbled in your journal, already feeling inspiration.

It’s now that Taehyung is realizing why he’s been so curious. He finds you beautiful, he’s sure he’s mentioned that before, but he finds you beautiful in an unsettling way. Just looking at you seemed to send him into a wave of emotion like you’re exactly what he’s wished to create on canvas. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hands were working away to make another sketch, eyes on you as he worked.

“What are you writing in that little journal of yours?” He found himself asking after some time. The sketch was rough and yet it was so refined that there was no mistaking what it could be. It was a monochromatic sketch of you with your back against the tree, legs straight before you and your hair covering your face with the howl of the wind. Your hands looked delicate when you wrote and you looked so lost in your own work that managed to capture that same essence in his drawing.

When you first looked at him, your eyes went down to the pack of cigarettes he was now messing with and out of curiosity he raised it to you as if asking if you wanted one. Moving to sit forward, you took one and held it between your lips as he dug into his pocket for his zippo lighter, flipping it open and bringing it toward your face to light the cigarette. He watched curiously as you leaned back a little, took an inhale/exhale, and said, “I’ll tell you if you show me what you’ve been doing in that little sketchbook of yours.”

For some reason a small smile came to his face as he laid on his side using his elbow for support and reached over to hand you the sketchbook. You took it with a sense of excitement that quickly turned into disbelief as you looked at it. The back of your index finger hovered over it but never touched for fear that you would smudge it or worse—ash, and when you finally handed it back to him, wordlessly, his cold fingers brushing against sending a warm current down your arm.

At this exchange, Taehyung moved to sit up, not bothering to brush off any loose grass blades off his linen shirt and read over a short passage.

A certain coolness in his gaze that made him appear cruel.

A charming aura that seemed timeless, not modern but ancient like he was created from every classic literature known to man.

His gaze, his smile, his voice—all deep like red velvet.

The list went on, each short sentence followed by another in what one could assume was meant to describe him. He didn’t say anything either as he handed it back to you the same way you had done with his sketchbook. Neither of you were looking for critique or praise, more so acknowledgement of what the other had been doing and once you had it, it was enough.

Taehyung stared forward as the line of bright Orange finally vanished from the sky and a cool blue clouded it. The atmosphere shifted now as darkness began to swim across the sky and you both knew it was time to go. Nothing was said as you both stood up with your things and even less was brought up on your walk back to campus.

It wasn’t until you stood at the bus stop that Taehyung decided to ask, “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“No.”

He pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket in his trousers followed by a pen as he scribbled something down before handing it to you, “Meet me here at 8:00pm.”

You didn’t have to say anything for Taehyung to know you would show and he left without much of a goodbye.

The place you arrived to at 8:00pm on the dot wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but it wasn’t much of a surprise either—it was a warm record bar. The one thing that did seem to surprise you was Taehyung’s choice in music where he preferred jazz over classical. The bar was dimly lit only by shaded, vintage lamps and the small yellow candles near all the booze. The walls were lined with vinyls and the deep mahogany trimming gave the record bar a sort of dark academic charm to it.

When you found Taehyung he was sitting at a small round table fit for two and he had a book in hand—The Picture of Dorian Gray. He wore his usual metal wiring rounded glasses and his dirty blonde hair seemed quite soft and full of life. The dark brown sweater he wore matched well with his tan slacks and you didn’t miss the way eyes would fall on him. It was this charming, educated college boy with a rich father sort of energy that radiates off him, but also the clear look of disinterest written all over his face and it made people curious.

You debated calling his name to let him know you were here but when he looked up in time to catch you walking his way, you were aware that he had been waiting for you and checking the door every couple seconds. Taehyung didn’t shy away from taking in the sight of you in an olive green maxi dress paired with a thin white cardigan tied together at the top of your breasts and below your collarbone. You wore black boot heels this time and when you sat down in front of him he couldn’t help but look at your face now.

“You’re late,” he said as he closed his book and set it to the side. You didn’t even bother to look at the Swiss watch on your wrist as you said, “It’s 8:00, like you said.”

“Yes but what I meant was 7:55 which should have translated to 7:45,” he said annoyingly arrogant as he slid a menu toward you, “As per the rules of a first date.”

His tone was serious as was his body language and yet you could see the hint of amusement in his attempt to hide a smile. You smiled softly, setting your bag down next to you, “I was unaware this was a first date.”

“So you assumed this was the second?” Taehyung had a teasing tone now, “I, personally, would not call an evening together at the cemetery a first date.”

“I do say, I’m a bit surprised to even know you consider this a date after we barely talked at all yesterday,” you said as a waitress came over with a customer service smile. Conversation floated between you two with ease.

“Are we ready to order?”

Taehyung looked at you but you weren’t all that hungry so he ordered a single slice of pastry for the two of you to share, “Yesterday was just to enjoy and accept the presence of one another, tonight is to communicate and learn.”

Taehyung never cared much for investing time into someone he was with, usually if he ever showed any interest in someone or was short lived. He’s not sure what would happen exactly but once the excitement of pining for someone romantically wore off… he just did not care anymore. There was too much to handle and he didn’t have time for any of it—not the clinginess, the crying, the whining. God, the whining got to him.

Why do you ignore me so much?

You’re always too busy painting to notice me?

Taehyung, I just want you to spend time with me.

It was the constant whining that he hated because they just did not get that he was completely devoted to his art and nothing else mattered as much as it did. Yes… maybe the small ounce of excitement he felt helped inspire him but… well he does not need whoever he slept with anymore.

The infatuation had worn off and he’s back to being alone again but now he’s a little too curious about you. Hence, why he asked you out first and in such a haste.

“Alright,” you said, “So then tell me something small, for instance, what time did you arrive? 7:45?”

“7:30 actually,” Taehyung said as he lifted his mug of hot tea to his lips, “I had business to take care of around campus and I didn’t want to make the trip back home.”

“Well if you asked for my number I would’ve arrived sooner.”

“It takes away the romantic aspect of waiting for the other to arrive without hearing from them—maybe I’ll write you a letter instead,” he teased. You just laughed softly and asked, “I didn’t peg you as much of a romantic. And what business?”

“Nothing too important.” Taehyung said vaguely and despite your curiosity you didn’t push him to answer. The corner of his lips raised as he looked at you, looked at him and found himself saying, “But as for being a romantic? It depends on who you ask.”

You focused on what he said about that instead of what his business was and that made him happy. What he did was not that important but it was necessary after what had happened with his advisor. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around what she had told him and in the end he made and impulsive decision to gift her something that might make her see things from his point of view. Of course it was slightly biased but he believed his piece really explained his views on beauty enough for her to understand.

Taehyung delivered two paintings to her inbox earlier. The first one was a more finished painting of you, still slightly distorted and a bit dark but there was no hiding the romantic element that radiated off of it. He called it ‘Genuine Beauty’. The second painting was a distorted and bright picture of his professor with exaggerated features that weren’t pleasing to the eye and he called it, ‘Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder’.

A true sentient on what he thought of her words. He wanted to know how she would twist the grotesque image of herself into something beautiful.

“What have you been up to aside from writing me?” Taehyung asked, looking at you with interest.

“Aside from that, I’m afraid not much else,” you confessed, “I’ve been in a sort of dry spell trying to understand my character.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Well, it’s a him and he’s similar to you.”

He listened closely to each word you said, taking in the curve of your mouth when you talked and the way you gestured with your hands. He’ll admit, the character did seem very similar to him so he can understand your curiosity in him and the fact that you seemed to lose yourself in your craft didn’t go unnoticed by him. He simply nodded his head and replied with short answers when asked.

In the end, he offered the only thing he could, “Let me be your case of study then, and in return you’ll be mine.”

You smiled this time, a small arrogant smile as you said, “Will you paint me like one of your French girls?”

He understood the reference and found himself saying, “If you write me like one of the lovers in your poems.”

By the end of the night you found yourself in the back of a taxi driving straight to his place under the pretense of another drink. Conversation seemed to flow with ease between you and it ranged from Davinci to Monet, Shakespeare to Milton and whatever was in between. Even when Taehyung asked such a heavy question, you didn’t seem to struggle to find an answer.

“Do you believe in love?” He had asked as the cab stopped in front of a house similar to an upstate New York townhome. He had you by the hand helping you out of the car and held onto you as he led you up the stone path.

“I have to, I’m a writer,” you told him and he seemed to pull you into him more.

“But what is it that you believe it to be?”

The question did make you think a little bit. It’s not that you thought Taehyung had an ulterior motive in asking you such a thing; it’s not like the two of you were seriously into the idea of it but you wanted to give him the right answer—one that truly described you and your ideals.

You didn’t answer his question right away as he let you into his home which was no different than what you imagined it to be. His apartment was in an old building turned into luxury Victorian styled apartments with modern eclectic touches. It was a put-together mess of sketches and canvases littered around the place. The floor was made of a dark, polished hardwood and his furniture all seemed worn through with velvet cushions and engraved wooden trimmings. He had floor-to-ceiling bay windows with twine hanging across them and papers clipped on with laundry pins to dry. There was a warm feel to the place and it had everything to do with his dedication to earthy tones and shades of Morocco red.

There were painting supplies everywhere from scattered charcoals and cans of linseed oil for his paints. There were stacks of literature books and various art ones piled high on nearly every surface and yet it all seemed to be organized to what you could assume only he could understand. Taehyung didn’t even seem to mind the clutter as he chose instead to ask, “Red or White?”

“Red.” You responded quite simply before resuming your studying of his place, the fireplace on one wall was surrounded by canvases and books—same as the vintage bookshelf and for a moment you wondered if his bedroom looked any similar. The thought vanished quickly when you got the smallest hint of which room that might be from the open door down the hall. He had plain gray sheets on an unmade bed and the furniture in there was scarce, like he barely spent any time there and if he did it wasn’t to sleep—the bags under his eyes told you so.

“Have you thought of an answer to my question yet?” Taehyung asked, reminding you yet again of what he asked earlier. He handed you a wine glass and you took it with a nod in gratitude as he left you to find a record to play.

“I’ve had an answer all along, I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about it,” you said and you could see him smile as he moved the needle over the start of the vinyl, Nocturnes, Op 9 began to play.

“I’m not looking for anything in particular, just an insight on what you think,” he said honestly and with a small sigh you decided to tell him.

“I think love is more so… a choice than an emotion?” You finally said as you watched him take a seat on the floor near his coffee table instead of the velvet couch behind him. He motioned for you to join him, “How so?”

“Anyone can feel love at any given moment but it is fleeting,” you sat down, knees nearly touching his, “Tell me, have you ever felt in love before?”

Your question seemed to catch him off guard yet he answered as bluntly as he would regarding anything else, “Only with my paintings.”

“And that had been a choice, to continue, right?” You asked, “Love like every emotion is temporary and inconsistent. Yes, doing certain things or being with certain people might invoke these feelings but once that has dwindled it is your choice to remain in that constant state of loving something—or someone. I love writing, I always have because it is my choice. I choose to subject myself to the hardships that come with my work even at times where I think I hate it. Even at times when I choose to give up I think about the joy it brings me, the emotions that pour out of me and onto every letter and word I put down on paper. I choose to love writing, I choose to devote myself to it and I choose to put it above anything else in the world, even my own relationships.”

Taehyung could see it in your eyes how strongly you felt about it. Your answer had gone slightly off topic but he understood your reference to it in every word you spew, “So when I say I believe in love… I don’t mean it in regards to a feeling that transpires throughout inconsistently, but I mean it as a choice to continue to feel that way even when it hurts and I can’t take it any more.”

A silence seemed to drag on between you and for a moment you wondered if you said too much and sounded too stupid. Taehyung seemed to inhale and exhale at once, “Well, I do say, we have very similar ideals. I don’t think I could’ve put it into better words than a writer even if I tried.”

You couldn’t help but smile, hiding it behind your wine glass, “Maybe you’ll paint them instead.”

“Maybe, I’ll paint you instead,” Taehyung said with a pale yet serene expression like he was scared to speak his words and exhilarated by them all the same.

How could someone seem to get lost and sound so dazed when talking about writing? Did writing mean as much to you as his art did to him? Is that why there was never a need for many words to be spoken between you? Was that why he was able to enjoy your presence so long and so quickly when before you would never even speak? Was there always this underlying connection between your minds and how you viewed art and your world?

You rested your glass on the table as you took in his living room again and all its character, there was a set of paintbrushes just laying on his table and you reached for one. The wood was smooth between your fingertips as you twisted it before looking up at him with a curious gaze, “With one of these?”

Taehyung simply nodded his head watching you lift your skirt up just enough to expose a bit of leg and you brushed the art tool against your calf, “It’s soft.”

His tongue ran over his lips and he leaned forward to gently take the brush back. You were nearing an apology for taking it without asking him first but he simply scooted closer to you on the blanket he laid beneath you and placed your legs over his, skirt of your dress rising even further until he was running the brush over the curve of your knee, “I use it to blend shadows, like this.”

The brush felt soft against your skin, sending tingles down your spine as he ran it over you in circular motions, eyes on yours.

“I tried painting once,” you said as his finger slowly traded with the brush until he was softly touching you, “I wasn’t that good, I couldn’t portray the right picture.”

Taehyung just smiled as he felt you hand go over his while taking the brush back until you were tracing the curve of his wrist, “Paint with your words, and show me you’d write me, like your character.”

“He is very similar to you,” you said, “In almost every aspect and I didn’t realize that until today.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed in content when you lifted the brush toward the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, teasing him without realizing it. You seemed to use the brush against him without much thought of what you were doing and how it affected him. You should know, though, that the feel of his art tool against his skin would feel good to him. The soft bristles tickled his collarbone, “How would he make love?”

That seemed to catch you by surprise as you slowed your touch to look up at him. He just bit his lip, hand on your leg caressing it as he waited for your response. Without missing a beat, you said, “Slowly, starting with a sweet kiss.”

A small smirk came to his face, one that only he could pull off without looking cocky. He looked smart and pretty with his glasses and blonde hair, when he spoke he made it sound poetic and when he looked at you it felt like he was focused on whatever was beneath the surface. You watched him push his glasses up the slope of his nose and before you knew it, he was leaning closer, lithe fingers coming up to touch your chin and tilt your jaw.

Although you knew what was coming, there was no denying the small second of hesitation that coursed through you when his lips so tenderly pressed against yours, his voice low as he asked, “Like this?”

You licked your lips despite the extremely small space between yours and his and without the ounce of hesitation from earlier, your hand came up to his neck where you pulled him into you for a real kiss. It started off slowly just like the two of you knew it would but there was no denying the desire that laced throughout it. At first all that happened was your mouths moving against each other, getting used to the idea of kissing — something neither of you have done in a while. Then, it became more feverish. If possible, you seemed to move closer with your hand on his thigh to support yourself. You were on your knees leaning into him and he had a single hand against the floor to support his sitting position while the other was cupping your chin for the best angle. There was a growing intensity between your mouths, lips moving more forcefully now, saliva gradually increasing when you felt his tongue make a swiping motion against your lips.

“Or like this?” His voice had become more hoarse with need. He enjoyed feeling the way your body seemed to lean toward his and he seemed to ask, “What would he do next?”

“It’s not what he would do next,” you said as you moved without your own violation and trailed your lips along the curve of his jaw, “But what would happen to him next.”

Taehyung’s head seemed to tip back as he used both of his hands to keep him upright while you moved between his patted legs to kiss down his neck. He licked at his lips, slowly blinking at the first feel of your tongue licking his ear lobe before you sucked it into your mouth making a tingle run down his spine. Your warm breath tickling his ear made his breath bitch and it didn’t take you long to realize that you had found his weak spot. Unable to help yourself you brought your mouth back to his for a kiss that was much needier than any of the ones prior.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s throat was dry and it made his voice raspier than usual, “Touch me more.”

The words surprised you. You didn’t take him for much of a womanizer but you didn’t think he would seem this touch starved. The last person you had slept with had been your dear friend, Namjoon, and when you realized feelings were beg bring to get involved you were to end the rendezvous that had transpired between you two in an effort to save the friendship and his feelings. You couldn’t explain why you could never see him as more than a friend—and you couldn’t explain why it was so easy to view Taehyung as something more. Your mind had been drawn to him before your body and yet it all felt the same.

You began to crawl away from him and in an effort to keep this going, he went after you with another kiss before your hand touched his chest to keep him in place. It got to the point where Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was the cashmere brown sweater he wore that made his body heat up, or if it was being too close to the fireplace but he felt himself begin to break into a sweat.

He stretched his legs out before him when he got the hint of what you wanted to do watching you shimmy down until you were nearly eye level with his pants and the evident bulge becoming more prominent with each passing second. Taehyung was not ashamed of how quickly you seemed to get to him and his body’s reaction to you. Sex was a normal thing, it was poetic and passionate if done with the right person and he hasn’t done it in a while—a long while. It was completely normal for him to release a light gasp when your hand grazed his inner thigh just inching toward his growing erection.

The two of you made eye contact once more, his lip caught between his teeth and his eyelids low in a lustful gaze that matched your own. There was a strong attraction toward each other — infatuation if you will — and you can’t say there’s romantic feelings between you but there’s no denying that there has been the underlying sexual tension that rose from a clear understanding of each other’s devotion to your work. It turns you on to know he seems to connect with your ideals.

You didn’t even realize Taehyung had moved a hand behind you until he was pulling on the back of your head to drag you back into a needy kiss. Your hands had already gone toward his slacks and you had been unzipping the front as the two of you made out once more. Taehyung’s hand fell back to the ground with a groan as you yanked at his underwear making him lift his hips enough for them to come down with his pants. A small hissing sound left his lips as his hard dick finally made its appearance, springing free of its right confines, hard enough to already angle toward his navel.

Taehyung was not ashamed by the way his stomach caved in with a deep breath at the first feel of your hand wrapping around his tip spreading the beads of precum that had already dribbled out the slit. His tongue was in your mouth, sliding against yours with you swallowing each groan he let out when you began to stroke his length slowly from base to tip. Like earlier, when you tried pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, he was following after you to stop you from breaking apart from him.

A thin line of drool connected your mouth to his as you finally pulled back, biting down on your lip. He watched you look down at his exposed member, leaning down until you were face to face with it. His long fingers curled around your hair, slowly pushing your head down just a middle until he felt the first tender lick of your tongue along his tip. Taehyung’s entire body reacted to the way you tentatively licked his head teasingly making a small shudder travel right through him.

You have to say, Taehyung has one of the prettiest dicks you’ve ever seen and you just couldn’t help but want to savor it. It was just so pretty and you found yourself wanting to play with it some more. Your hand held onto him at his base as you ran your tongue down the side of his length lathering it in drool to aid your closed fist.

His brows scrunched together as he attempted to watch what you were doing. He could feel your hand jerking him off as you teasingly kissed up his side and tip, tongue swirling around his slit that leaked precum. He just couldn’t see you over the bulk of his sweater.

With an annoyed huffed, he released your hair to pull at his sweater with one arm as he brought it up toward his chest and tucked it under his jaw. Just as he had it fixed, a low and deep sound vibrating in his chest feeling your lips finally surround his tip, sucking gently before relaxing and taking more of him inside. You made yourself relax so you could loosen your jaw enough to accommodate his length as you began to suck him off, tongue licking along the bottom side everytime you bobbed your head up and down.

You had a firm hand on his upper thigh as the other was at his base against his pelvic bone to hold his hips down and let your mouth do all the work. His sweater slipped from under his chin making him groan as he threw his head back, “So good.”

He kept his gaze on the ceiling taking in the feel of your warm and tight mouth taking his cock so deeply. You looked up at his stomach trying to see his face but with the way his head was tilted back, you just couldn’t. All you could see was his chest rise and lower with each breathy sigh he let out, ducking his cock deeper down your throat.

Unable to help yourself, you moved your hand to his navel, feeling his breathing better and he needed to see what you looked like with his dick in your mouth.

He held the end of his sweater between his teeth as he stared down the expanse of his torso to where you laid between his legs swallowing around his cock with a dark look in your eyes that had him muffling a moan.

His hips bucked helplessly into you making you swallow more and more of his length till you couldn’t breathe properly anymore and needed to get off. The hand you still had on his dick began to stroke him, wrist flicking on each upward stroke to make your palm run along his slit while you caught your breath. You watched him in complete awe, he was so hard and his balls tightened against that you couldn’t help but lick between them.

"Fuck," the sweater made it hard to hear him as hw sank his teeth into it feeling it begin to moisten annoyingly so bur he was not going to miss the sight of you kissing below his cock to his balls.

When you finally decided to take him back in your mouth there was no slow build up, it was quick and sudden as you took him down your throat to the point where you gagged around him. The way he bit into the sweater looked like a restraint and he looked so pretty with the fire reflecting off his tan, bare chest and his blonde hair was just a knotted mess from how often he shook it.

“Y/n, you feel so good,” You were never much of a talker during sex, especially if it wasn’t genuine and just superficial dirty talk but he sounded so good moaning your name even if you couldn’t hear him properly.

There wasn’t much warning aside from the incessant moaning that fell from his lips and was swallowed in cashmere for you to know he was close. His hips bucked messily into your mouth, cock twitching with the need to just let go and when you met your mouth with your fist jerking off the rest of him… he just couldn’t take anymore.

Taehyung’s head fell back with a dry moan as the urge to cum got the best of him and he let go in your mouth. You didn’t seem to mind either, once the surprise of the suddenness had worn off, you didn’t hesitate but to try and swallow as much of the thick semen as you could, not at all bothered by the taste of it. Taehyung had to let his sweater go to breathe heavily through his parted lips as he used his elbows to sit himself up in the blanket, trying to understand what had just happened.

“Mm,” you hummed, proud of yourself for making him cum down your throat and you sat up to look at him. Taehyung met your eyes with his feeling heavy with need as he licked his dry lips before forcing himself to sit up properly so he could drag you into a deep kiss. You released a light mewl in surprise, kissing him back eagerly with his hand below your ear on your neck guiding you to angle your head one way while he went the other.

There was not a single part of him that felt bothered at the taste of himself on your tongue, if anything it only made him want you more so he could repay you for treating him so well. Once you had gotten lost in your little makeout, it was easy for you to follow his lead as he moved over you to get you to lie down in his place. The only time he pulled away from you was to finally free himself from the confines of his stupid sweaters and kick off his pants the rest of the way. It didn’t take you long to get what he wanted and you hurried to remove your cardigan feeling the straps of your dress begin to slip off your shoulders. Taehyung dragged you to him, kissing along the exposed skin of your collarbone and shoulder, hands sliding down your back till they could inch the dress down and off of you, making you take it off through the bottom so he wouldn’t have to pull away again.

Your bra and underwear were made of a thin crème colored lace that looked pretty against your complexion and soft between his fingertips as he ran his hands over your covered breasts that had been taunting him all night.

A quiet gasp left your lips due to the way his lips kissed down the valley of your breaths, soft hair tickling your neck. Taehyung’s hands held onto your sides, sliding them up to the end of your bra, feeling you arch your back into his affections until he was able to move them under your to grab at the clasp. Once he was able to unhook it, he tugged it off your arms letting you throw it to the side and dragged him into another kiss when he cupped your bare tits in his warm hands, using his thumbs to rub over your hardening nipples.

“Taehyung,” you whined softly against him, eyes on the ceiling when he began to leave love bites along your neck, traveling his wet mouth lower and lower down your stomach.

“Hm,” he hummed in acknowledgement, making his way between your legs while his hands groped your chest loving the softness of your skin under his rough painter’s hands.

As Taehyung slipped further between your legs till his face was near your spread legs, he looked down. The lace underwear was transparent enough for him to see just a bit underneath and he could see a small shadow of slick over where your cunt should be. He tried to look up at you through his blonde fringe and you sat forward enough to brush it back, smiling as he pressed a teasing kiss against the hood of your clit over your underwear. You lied back down letting yourself relax feeling his fingers hook under the hem of your panties till he was tugging it off and move your thighs over his shoulders so he four fit snugly against you.

Taehyung didn’t waste time teasing you, he had already been so turned on that not even cumming down your throat was able to calm his raging hormones. He just wanted to have you as soon as he could, any way he could, and that meant with his tongue stiffening as he parted your folds around him before licking flatly toward your clit. A light moan left your lips as your clit immediately reacted to stimulation, a small gush of slick pushing out of your pussy with arousal. Taehyung was not inexperienced in the art of making someone cum undone on his to hue and that was becoming more and more evident with the way he made out with your cunt like it was your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you threw your head back, out of breath, as his tongue began to flick messily at your clit while hands slid further down your inner thighs until he was using his thumbs to pull your folds apart for him. You could feel your wetness begin to drip further down but he was quick to leave your clit and lap his tongue against your wet entrance where your arousal seemed to form a puddle at. With the way his thumbs kept you open, you felt everything.

Every now and then his thumb would teasingly push in just a little more than before, acting like he didn’t even notice he was doing it while he hungrily sucked on your clit, tugging it between his lips. His thumb was rubbing against your labia, pressing into it, teasing your entrance every now and then by pushing into it until he felt your legs begin to tremble around him. Unable to help himself, he got a big more rough, tonguing your clit with such effort that his head shook with eagerness, swallowing your slick and pressing his face into your cunt to taste all that you had to offer.

“Oh,” you breathed out shakily, hand sinking into his hair when he nosed at your clit, tongue joining his finger as he thrusted it into you, “I-I, oh god.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung nodded, urging you to let go of him and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Your thighs tried shutting but his head didn’t let you and instead you pressed them against him making him groan with need, eyes nearly rolling as he doubled his efforts.

Your throat became dry as you planted heavily, hips bucking against his mouth until finally you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. His motions did not miss a beat in licking everything you had to offer as your orgasm came in a wave.

“S-so, good,” you breathed out tiredly feeling your pussy walls clenching around nothing and as much as you wanted to just be done, you needed him inside you. When he came up to kiss you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you so his hard cock rutted against your wet pussy. The taste of each other on your tongues was what made it easy for you two to want to keep going without the thought of repercussions. His hand slid between your sweaty bodies to hold his cock, lining it up with your entrance, bumping into your clue as he refused to break away from the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as the two of you looked at each other with such need, such want that your lips didn’t spend too long apart from each other.

Your tongue met his just as his cock met the inside of your pussy, taking it slowly as he stroked himself with your slick to ease himself in better. His dick was rock hard, and your pussy was so fucking wet he couldn’t help but moan into your mouth as you took him in.

Taehyung has to hold onto you with a hand on your waist to keep you from sliding away from him too much as the blanket wrinkles on his wooden floor. He had his other tucked by the side of your head looking down at you lovingly as he finally began to thrust, “Tell me if it’s too much, love.”

“Mhm,” you said softly, legs falling apart even more to accommodate his as he dug his knees into the floor so he use his hips to fuck you better. A groan left his lips at the expert roll of your pelvis against his taking more and more of his length inside your tight walls.

“You make me feel so full,” you moaned gently into his ear as he dropped his head down against your neck to try and ignore the fact that your pussy around his dick without any protective layer between them felt so fucking good. You were already so close and he’s barely started. He fucked you slowly but firmly, getting himself used to being inside you and sucking on your neck, his hand left your hip to cup your breast once more and you gasped when he pinched your nipple.

“So tight,” Taehyung breathed out heavily with a single touch thrust that had your walls tightening around him, “So good for me.”

He did it again, and once again drew another moan out of you, repeating his thrusts more roughly than before until you were moaning out a string of his name.

Taehyung was well endowed and you never doubted that for even a second. He knew how to have sex, not just to fuck, but to have sex. It wasn’t just loud groans and rough thrusts. He was sensual, he kissed your neck, whispered sweet words of praise in your ear, touch your body as he fucked you almost passionately—unlike the usual guys you hook up with.

“It’s like you were made for me,” Taehyung groaned, brows scrunched together in concentration as he pulled back to sit and swing your right leg over him to press against your left until you were nearly lying on your side. He laid down next to you, curving his body against yours and lifting your leg back and held it up with his knee as he fucked you from the side. His lips were against your ear, whispering, “Just for me, like my own creation.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Just for you, please Taehyung, I’m so close.”

You looked straight out of a vintage erotica film. His apartment was warm due to the fireplace and comforting because of the classical music playing. The moon looked over you as you had sex, nearly love making, lying on your sides with his body cuddled into yours, fucking you with his cock while groping your breasts in his hands. You had to angle your head back and then your neck to kiss him and he swallowed your mouth with his, thrusts getting tougher as he curled around you, “Me too, love, all for you.”

“So paint me,” you moaned, fucking back against him.

For a moment he wondered if you meant on a canvas, or with his cock in your pussy, but he realized he would gladly do both if you let him. Your hand slid back to guide his hips into yours, “Cum, Taehyung, inside me, please.”

“Oh god,” a low growl left his lips as he dug his face into your hair, “Fuck, Y/n, d-don’t tempt me.”

“Do it,” your hand came up to his hair now, dragging his head toward yours until your lips met in a messy kiss, “I’m going to cum, Tae, please.”

It wasn’t a good idea. You were on the pill but he didn’t know that, all he knew was that he wasn’t wearing a condom and he wanted to fill you with so much cum that he painted you white.

“Mhm,” he moaned when you tugged on his bottom lip between your teeth and his hand pinched your hips, “Cum, Y/n, please—oh fuck.”

The only thing that came from you two was the sound of skin slapping as the urge to cum overtook you both and you were fucking like rabbits in heat. Nothing but animalistic grunts left him as he finally felt the flood of release you let go around with him with a whine of his name and before he knew it, he was cumming.

You immediately felt full with his release as it joined yours, cock pulsing inside you as he waited a moment to reel his emotions back in, sweaty forehead pressed against yours, “So good.” He hugged you closely, breathing heavily into your neck, softly kissing your skin affectionately.

It took you both some time to regain awareness of what had just happened and you lied on the fur blanket he had tossed on the floor. The fire sizzled behind you and some classical song [you were ashamed to admit you didn’t know] was playing. Taehyung seemed to be more in control of himself now and reached up to his small table in search of his pack. Once he had a cigarette between his lips, he lay back down next to you to catch his breath, pressing it to yours next.

There was a sort of glow to your skin, your eyes shined with the night sky reflecting through the windows. Light came from the fire not far behind and a small dim lamp in the corner yet the moon was still casted over you two.

His eyes traced your features once more and before he knew it, he was saying something unexpected, “She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.”

Despite the way your heart seemed to stop, your brows furrowed, “What?”

Taehyung took another drag of his cigarette, “Who wrote that? ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen’ I read it somewhere… ‘With stars in her eyes’.”

Your eyes seemed to widen as you thought it over for a second. A sense of realization flooded you but even knowing you might be right, you still shyly asked, “Virgina Woolf?”

“Yes, I believe so, ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, with stars in her eyes and veils in her hair.’ I read it years ago,” Taehyung stared out at the moon through the bay windows, “Anyways, it just came to mind, and reminded me of you.”

There was a cloud of smoke drifting into nothing like they were his words being absorbed all around you. After that a silence seemed to fill the room and it was so calming in fact that you found yourself lulled to sleep against his chest.

It wasn’t until hours later when you had woken to loud noises, did you realize that he had not had the luxury of peaceful post-sex sleep.

The first thing you had noticed in your haze of sleep was the sky still blue out and the fire still crackling behind you. The second was that you still slept on the floor and Taehyung was not beside you anymore. It took you some time to realize all the noise that had woken you up was coming from him and his quick brush strokes.

Taehyung had a pair of jeans on and a smock. He didn’t even bother with a shirt, just slipped the smock over his bare chest and he sat on the floor with a pallet full of paint in his hands as he did soft strokes on his canvas. He was so focused that he didn’t seem to mind his glasses which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, lips slightly parted in concentration and eyes bouncing around his painting.

You wondered what this meant for you. You didn’t know what time it was but the way he worked so diligently didn’t even make you want to stay, what if it would bother him? You don’t want to do that and he seems to have already forgotten you were there and what you had just done. With a small sigh you looked around for all of your things, finishing getting dressed and in search of your shoes and bag.

Taehyung’s strokes were fast and agile, he didn’t even have to think of how he was painting, he was just moving mindlessly and mixing all the right colors and blending in all the right places. You took a seat on the sofa trying to put your boots back on.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked but his eyes never left the canvas. You could barely hear him over the sound of the record player still playing and it took you a second to know he was even talking to you.

You looked up curiously, “Um… it’s late, I should probably go, I don’t want to disturb your work.”

You were very understanding actually. There are many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to write and you didn’t waste time on thinking of anything else while doing it so if Taehyung was the same about his painting then you didn’t want to bother him.

Taehyung pushed his glasses up with the tip of his brush as he finally looked at you, “You won’t disturb me. Stay.”

He watched as you brought your lower lip between your teeth in thought before saying, “Seriously Tae, I don’t mind leaving. You’re working, I understand.”

“But I mind,” Taehyung said in his deep voice that sounded even deeper this late with the fire in the fireplace still crackling and Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 14 playing in the background. You didn’t say anything for a moment and he ran a hand through his messy hair, a small paint streak coating a strand, “Won’t you stay, Y/n? I’ve been in a slump and right now it just hit me all at once and I think it’s because of you. Please, won’t you stay?”

“Can I watch?”

Taehyung did not hesitate to nod his head and motion for you to sit on the floor next to him so you moved quickly to do so.

By the end of the night you watched him paint until dawn with your head resting against his back adoringly. His brush strokes were hypnotizing and the way he captured the light perfectly had you in awe, especially when you realized it was a painting of you.

It inspired you the way he was so devoted to his work and it reminded you of yourself.

Your days carried on as usual after that night with Taehyung. The only differences being ones that involved him. For instance, he has called you a couple times —he’s completely against the act of texting. It’s never anything major, usually to ask how your day has been or to get coffee. There was no sign of an actual relationship but it was close to it.

Today you had your shared anatomy class and he sat next to you instead of behind you like he normally would.

You’re not very fond of the fact that he’s distracting you more than you would like him to but it’s something you can’t explain. Your pen scribbled away in your yellow page notebook with word after word just piecing together effortlessly. Taehyung was utterly fascinated by it all, sometimes you wouldn’t even look down but your pen seemed to never fully lift off the page. You filled page after page in the three hour class, eyes on the professor but nothing you wrote down had to do with what he was teaching.

Every now and then you would look over at him and your eyes would meet, he would raise a brow and you would give him a smile, before looking down to write.

“I don’t think you heard a single thing he said today,” Taehyung said once the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall side by side. From the way you stared off into space, lips moving every now and then as if mouthing silent words, he knew you weren’t listening. He doubts you meant to ignore him but clearly you seemed to be in your own world right now, just thinking about writing and writing and he gets it.

You weren’t thinking of anything else, and he knows this because he had to grab onto your waist and pull you back to keep you from walking right into the pouring rain just outside. You seemed to snap back into reality and looked around, “Did you say something?”

Taehyung was opening his umbrella for you, pulling you under it beside him, “I’ve written notes for you, you seemed a bit distracted to take them yourself today.”

Your eyes slowly widened in surprise as it finally dawned on you that you had spent the last three hours doing nothing but writing about him. You came to a sudden stop and he waited there beside you with the rain pounding on his umbrella. With a small sigh, he let go of you to rummage through his bag with his free hand and took out his notebook, “I wrote two of everything.”

“Taehyung,” you said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said with a shrug, “But you were so lost in your writing I didn’t want anything disturbing you. I had no problem with it, I’m a fast writer and a good listener.”

“Thank you,” you finally began to walk again now that you couldn’t bear the cold standing in one place, “I am bad at focusing on anything else when I write.”

“I understand,” he had to speak up so you could hear him over the rain, “And if you do not think I would be a bother, maybe you’ll let me watch you write more?”

“You’ll get bored,” you said as the two of you walked toward his car, a vintage Chevrolet Corvette that belonged to his grandfather.

“Watching you?” He asked, holding the door open for you, “Never.”

Your apartment was how he pictured it—books and papers scattered everywhere. You were still much neater than him but not by much, clearly the two of you focused too much on your craft that it’s completely taken over everything.

Your place was small yet spacious and well furnished with vintage chairs and mahogany bookshelves. There was a slight clutter of books upon books and dead plants that didn’t get enough sun with the curtains closed. It was warm and had your lovely scent. There was a stack of papers on a desk next to a laptop and an expensive looking typewriter.

There wasn’t much of a conversation going on between you, the last time you said something to him was when you asked him if he needed a drink. Your back was to him and he spent about an hour or so sitting alone on the daybed as he drew in his sketchbook.

After some time when you finally decided to join him, you were exhausted and physically drained. You lied down with your head on his lap looking up at him when his hand began to caress your cheek. “Taehyung.”

“Yes, my love?” He asked with his gaze meeting yours. The name just slipped and he didn’t care to take it back, only watched you curiously still waiting to hear what you would say. You blinked once, “I think I’m beginning to understand better.”

You had been writing nonstop for a long time but for the first time it felt like you finally understood your work.

There was no way to explain it but these interactions with Taehyung—your living reverie—have opened your eyes to his character and the way you wanted to write him in the first place. He was everything you had been searching for.

He leaned back, startled by the sudden way you sat up, hand around his looking at him, “You.”

“Me?” Taehyung asked with his hands on your waist, shifting you more on his lap, “You understand me?”

All it took was one nod of your head for him to be pulling you into a kiss meeting you halfway. He had a hand on your chin, angling your head opposite of his letting the kiss deepen, soon he was tracing the curve of your neck with his jaw. Every ounce of lust and greed poured out in his fingers when he touched you.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to realize something about his friend seemed different. He was used to Taehyung isolating himself when he had a wave of creativity. There would be days on end where Jungkook would call only for every call to be ignored. He would even write his friend letters but he never answered him. When he was back to normal, Taehyung would look tired like he hadn't eaten or slept in days.

Right now, Jungkook sees Taehyung but he doesn’t think Taehyung sees him. Despite sitting across from him, he wouldn’t look his way. Instead he was staring out the large windows that overlooked the courtyard

“Have you eaten?” Jungkook asked, looking up from his sketchbook. The two had been on the second floor of the library this evening studying classical art techniques. Jungkook had gotten bored and began to sketch up an idea for another sculpture while Taehyung drew someone he couldn’t recognize. His friend didn’t even so much as flinch and give any sign that he was listening.

A small scoff left his lips, “Taehyung.” With an annoyed huff, he reached for his sketchbook and watched with a confused expression, “Who is this?”

It was quite detailed despite how little time he had to draw this and Jungkook was in awe. For a second he wondered if this was original work from Taehyung, all created from his mind but as he followed Taehyung’s gaze out the window, he realized it wasn’t.

It was you.

You sat on a wooden bench facing the swan fountain and there was a book in your hands. Jungkook couldn’t make out the book but seemed to have all your attention because you stopped every now and then to highlight something then jot it down in a notebook. There were powder blue headphones on your head and you were in a red lace long sleeve top with roses embroidered on and under was a white shirt. The black skirt you wore reached below your knees with a slit on the side that exposed your boots and over it all, you had on a black coat. He’ll admit, you did look rather captivating against the dead green of the lawn and trees paired with the foggy sky from days on end of rain.

Taehyung seemed to have found his newest muse and it was all he could think about.

“Are you still interested in her?” Jungkook finally asked, catching the way a small smile seemed to fall on Taehyung’s face—something he rarely got to see despite how easily he gave them to you. Jungkook did recognize you in the drawing better once he got a good look at you. He had almost forgotten seeing you weeks ago when he was with Taehyung, but he had certainly forgotten his friend’s knowledge and curiosity of you.

“Only a little,” Taehyung said, ignoring the way Jungkook looked at him with disbelief. He was used to his friend having a sudden infatuation with a certain person but they were short lived and always ended with the poor girl crying about how cold he was—Jungkook knows because he was always there to pick up their broken pieces with a night in his bed [Taehyung never cared].

“She’s hot,” Jungkook said, half teasingly to read how his friend would feel. Taehyung merely gave him a side glance in acknowledgment but the smile he had for you had tightened as he looked back outside.

“It’s that guy again,” Jungkook pointed out as they both watched outside, “What’s his name?”

Kim Namjoon.

Taehyung was used to seeing him around throughout the years but he never had a need to pay attention to him before. Like most of those who he sees in passing they never become more than that—just a passing blur that he doesn’t care to know a single thing about. Namjoon used to be one of the ones he ignored until he heard you mention him once or twice.

“Who knows,” Taehyung said, shifting his gaze down to his sketch pad avoiding the sight of Namjoon and you now standing like you had somewhere to go.

Jungkook, the ever curious and procrastinating, kept watching you just out of sheer boredom. The library had gone dark aside from the few kerosene lamps scattered across tables but it was already getting hard to see his sketches properly so now he’s just waiting for Taehyung to finish.

Suddenly, all too suddenly that it made him jump in his seat, Taehyung was standing, shoving his things in his bag loud enough to create an echo in the cold library. Jungkook looked up at him, pencil laying limp in his hand now, “Are we done?”

Taehyung pushed his chair into the wooden table, not bothering to look back at his friend as he stormed off, “Yes.”

Not long after he watched his friend make his abrupt leave from the library… he saw him now approaching you and Namjoon.

You were blissfully unaware that you had been watching through the windows of a library as much as you were unaware of Taehyung coming up behind you as Namjoon talked. “I was thinking maybe we could go catch that new movie that just came out.”

“Oh, I was going to do some writing—You won’t believe it Joonie,” your tone changed so suddenly as you grabbed him by the arm, jerking him toward you excitedly carrying on like he hadn’t said anything, “It’s like I can’t stop writing, you wouldn’t believe how easily the words are flowing like… I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way before, Joonie.”

“That’s good, Y/n but,” Namjoon’s words slowed down as he looked behind you at the looming figure standing a few feet away. He’s never spoken a word to Kim Taehyung despite both being grad students, he only knows of him from what others have spoken and he’s very… cold. Since when did you and him begin to talk? Namjoon took your hands in his as he pulled you closer to have your attention knowing you still didn’t know who was behind you, “But it’s nice to get a break, you don’t want to overwork yourself.”

“You don’t get it, Namjoon,” you said his name instead of the affectionate nickname you’ve always called him, he couldn’t help but look at Taehyung who pretended like he wasn’t watching closely with a cigarette dangling between his fingers, “I can’t stop. I cannot stop. If I-I do, I don’t know.”

His gaze shifted behind you making you turn to look too and your eyes seemed to soften as you made eye contact with the dirty blonde you’ve been spending time with lately.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke as he stared at you two, “I thought you would be busy writing”

“I’m on my way to right now,” you said, taking a step toward him with your back to your friend, “Would you join me?”

A smile came to his face as he pushed his glasses up, “If I could paint you again.”

You stood still in thought. The first time he painted you was after you had sex for the first time when it felt warm, passionate and hungry. He never slept that night, he stayed up the entire time getting the right blends of pigment on your body as it lay on the flue blanket completely nude. You’re not sure if he knew what saying that would make you think but from the way his brow raised questioning made you think he did.

Namjoon felt his jaw clench, eyes glaring at Taehyung who didn’t even bat an eye in his direction. You looked back to Namjoon now who waited for you with a bated breath. You walked up to him making his heart face as you pressed your lips against his cheek with your softly brushing against his jaw. The kiss was tender on his face and when he looked down at you, you gave him an apologetic smile, “Will you call me?”

“Will you answer?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t beside him anymore. You were next to Taehyung who took your book bag off your shoulders and put it over his, a hand grazing your back as he talked to you but too far out of your friend’s ear shot.

“What did your friend want?” Taehyung asked.

“To see a movie but I have to finish what I’m writing before it slips my mind,” You said moving your hand to his bent arm walking alongside him, “I’ll have to catch up with him another day.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that but you could still feel his eyes on you. A part of you wanted to ignore his gaze because you find yourself at a loss for words any time he looks at you that way. It’s like he sees through you not at you and sometimes you don’t know which one is better.

There’s no denying that he likes the look of you, he finds you attractive and not just physically. You know that. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking that makes him look at you that way.

“Namjoon.”

He stood alone where you once had been beside him, just watching you leave with the art major he had no idea you were even involved with. Since when did you begin to talk to him and how did Namjoon never notice? Did you just decide that you would not be open with him anymore?

“Jimin,” Namjoon looked at his friend, a bit stunned, “Hey.”

The ballerina watched after you alongside him now as he asked, “Y/n is leaving with Taehyung?”

“Are they together?” Namjoon asked suddenly, “Did you know?”

Jimin shook his head no, “Not exactly, I mean, Y/n never hid the fact that she had a thing for Taehyung, I’m just surprised to see them leave together. Y/n never told me they began to talk.”

Namjoon bit his lip nervously, “You don’t think they’ll date or anything, do you? This just seems sudden.”

He looked to his friend for some comfort but all Jimin did was shrug his shoulders and say, “I don’t know, you know Y/n doesn’t really date and neither does he, they’re always too focused on writing or painting to think about anything else. Who knows, they might just work out because of how similar they are.”

“Yeah but…” Namjoon was trying to find words to say but nothing came to mind. Maybe he was just being bitter… he’s been your friend for years. He’s always been there for you anytime you needed him without question. You were attracted to him enough to sleep with him but was that all it was ever going to be? You won’t see him as more than just a friend but then Kim Taehyung comes along and suddenly you have no problem walking away from Namjoon to go with him?

Jimin looked at his friend apologetically, he sympathized with him. He’s known you for longer than Namjoon has and he’s been through this exact same thing before too. There was a time when he thought you and him were the closest until Namjoon came along and suddenly you spent all your time with him instead. Now Namjoon is experiencing what Jimin did but this time because of Taehyung and he feels bad for that.

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Jimin tried to work out what he was going to say so it didn’t come off badly, “I think, Y/n loves the idea of Taehyung on paper… how she can write or create him like she’s done with you and I in the past. I think maybe it’s nothing past something superficial but at the same time…”

“At the same time,” Jimin repeated himself with a bated breath, “I see a lot of similarities between them especially when it comes to putting their work first and maybe that’s something they seem to understand about each other that we don’t.”

Namjoon didn’t get it.

So was it not that you two had feelings for each other?

Was it not that you might love each other?

Was it just that you two understood each other?

He doesn’t get it. Now, Namjoon might not understand your obsession with perfecting every aspect of your writing… but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you. He loved you a lot—more than he assumes Taehyung could love you.

It’s not like it’s a secret, Namjoon has always been open about the way he felt about you so why did you choose someone else? All because he couldn’t understand you the way Taehyung might? Is it because he can’t just look at you and know what you need the way Taehyung can?

Is it because he doesn’t spend hours missing sleep or eating just so he could obsess over his work too?

How could Taehyung possibly understand you more than he does?

::.

okokok this was kinda long but I’m sorry, blonde Taehyung as an art major was doing it for me 🫶this was a romance but also not necessarily bc the focus isn’t entirely on their relationship 🤒neither one of them are supposed to be super likable so if you hate them and the way oc did Joon and Jimin dirty i get it 🫡but they just genuinely do not think about anything but their craft.

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Like the wind

pairing: Taehyung x reader

(+Jungkook)

genre: smut, enemies to lovers, angst, collage au, rich kid!Taehyung

Masterpost

Chapter 3: flashbacks

You were used to having cold showers by now. You’d first tried it when you’d read on some health site that it was supposed to help with skin and stress. You didn’t know about the skin part, but you truly felt way more relaxed when you showered with cold water. You’d get so distracted with how cold it was, that there was no time to overthink—a task you often did while showering. Something you truly did not need right now.

Because there was a list of questions in your head waiting to be checked out. Questions you had no answers to, and would probably never get.

Why was Kim Taehyung such an asshole?

Why did he act the way he did?

Why did he fuck you over like that?

How can someone place a bet over who they’re fucking?

That dude was disgusting, but what was worse was the fact that, for mere moments, you’d fallen for his lies. You thought that maybe, there was something there. That maybe that boy you’d met years ago was starting to resurface.

But no. Kim Taehyung was a fucking monster who didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own.

Frustration clawed at your chest as you closed your eyes under the ice cold water.

Your mind travels to Marloom 4 years ago, a port near Outfield where fishermen and boat crew mostly lived. It was probably the poorest region outside the wall, which was why you were so surprised when you saw Taehyung there, sitting at the edge of the deck, his bare feet brushing along the waves. He was like a picture.

“y/n!” He’d called out “check this out” he’d showed you a book you’d been trying to get your hands on forever which unfortunately, was limited edition and way out of your budget.

“No way!!” You smiled “How did you even manage to get that?”

He shrugged his shoulders “The publishing company works for my dad” he handed it to you “it’s yours”

“You’re kidding!?”

“No, take it. Read it and tell me if it’s worth the trouble.”

“Of course I will. Thanks, Tae”

He smiled at that, but his expression quickly faded into a sad grimace “Hey, are you alright? What are you doing in Marloom anyway?”

“I don’t feel lonely here. Local folks don’t even recognize my face, to them I am just a teenager, not Kim Taehyung, so they will scold me for chasing ducks, yell when I steal the ropes to climb some tree… there’s even an old lady that gives me these vanilla cookies every Sunday, somehow they make me feel less lonely”

You’d basically forgotten that Kim Taehyung was this well known prince of Hashfield that would take his father’s place one day. His face would feature in many magazines. ‘Prince Charming’ was one of the many nicknames given to him by the media, but, to you, he’d always been Tae.

“Did I tell you about the novella I’ve been reading?” You tried to change the subject the minute you saw his eyes turning sad. Today would’ve been a month since his mother had left without even saying goodbye, or where she was going.

“About the knight who doesn’t know whether to speak or die.? I think you told me already.”

Obviously you had mentioned it and forgotten. “Yes.”

“Well, does he or doesn’t he?”

A handsome young knight is madly in love with a princess. And she too is in love with him. Though she seems not to be entirely aware of it.

Despite the friendship the blossoms between them or perhaps because of that very friendship, the young knight finds himself so humbled and speechless

He knows they are from two different worlds. The princess was to marry soon, and he’d be serving the new king until the day he died.

So, despite his feelings, he's totally unable to bring up the subject of his love.

Till one day he asks the princess point blank

Is it better to speak or to die?

“Better to speak, she said. But she’s on her guard. She senses a trap somewhere.” You replied

“So, does he speak?”

“No, he fudges.”

“Figures. People never say what they truly feel”

“If you speak, you risk rejection, or worse. The knight could be exiled from the kingdom. . .But if you don't speak, then you keep the words inside you, you essentially kill them, let them die with you, and you risk nothing. Which one would you choose?”

His honey eyes reached yours and for a second you’d forgotten your name. “I’m not sure which would be more suitable…”

He made a pause.

“To expose your depth and your darkness, to expose the most personal parts of yourself? To present yourself to the world with your skin flipped inside out? Or to keep a fire bubbling within, never unburdening yourself by letting go of the passionate energy pounding in your lungs? To suffocate, never releasing the words from your throat. To die with a legacy or to have your beliefs, mind, thoughts remain unknown, to let your mind leave with your body. A well known library book or a diary that has never been invaded. Realistically, I’d choose to die, but I knew I would regret it later on”

You loved the way his mind worked. The way he’d analyze situations the same way you did. But you couldn’t help but see he was in sorrow, his eyes would wonder around, because maybe if they met yours for too long they’d uncover how hurt he was. “Look I know you don’t wanna talk about it. . .but what you said earlier, about feeling lonely. I feel like that all the time. I’m only saying this because I want you to know you’re really not alone in that feeling. In case you think you are.”

He averted his stare from the sea to your eyes “You know what’s really funny? When I seem to get really lonely you’re the person that happens to be there…and…I guess, I’m lucky for that because you seem to have a soothing effect on me. You know, the things I would normally worry about, they don’t really feel that warring when I talk to you”

Fuck.

You close your eyes and let the water drops his your face. Cold showers were the only thing that prevented you from overthinking, but it looks like this time, your thoughts had taken over.

Taehyung P.O.V

It was cold.

Not that he expected to find warmth and comfort, but he couldn’t help but notice it seemed to be colder than usual. While he walked down the silent corridors, Taehyung wondered when was the last time this house had felt like a home, and not just a shelter with a roof under which he barely existed.

He guesses it was a long time ago. Before his mother had left. The process took him back to a long lost summer, too many years ago, when the walls were still vibrating with life and happiness. That there was even a time in which he had walked barefoot, with just his trunks on in the middle of the winter, without feeling cold, was such a preposterous thought he sometimes wondered whether it had really happened at all, or it was just a fantasy his mind had made up.

It was not a fantasy, and he knew it.

Taehyung knew there was a time he had loved his life, and that he was believed to be destined for greatness. To inherit this big empire his dad had carefully laid out for him.

All bullshit. 

He quickly pushed these pointless thoughts to the corner of his mind where they belonged, to focus on the more pressing matter of why his house had suddenly become as cold as the Antarctic. The answer to that question came when he noticed that every single fireplace was empty.

“Fucking hell” he muttered

It was Maya’s fault - as always - but he couldn’t bring himself to summon their head maid to tell her she had yet again forgotten to light the fire, mostly because it would have just made her cry for thirty minutes, promising him that she’d be more attentive next time. But no matter how many times Maya promised, she always forgot and, to be honest, he didn’t care any more.

Taehyung was conscious this house had long lost its past glory, with the cold that now covered every piece of furniture and treasure his family had been so proud of. He vaguely remembered his father showing off a miniature greek statue of Achilles, whose head was covered in gold, to a distinguished member of the British Royal family, and wondered what his old man would have thought if he knew his son had used the priceless treasure as a target, and had concluded its existence by flinging the remains into the fire.

 After having lit all the fireplaces, he sank heavily into an old velvet armchair and grabbed the bottle on the small table on his left. Not even bothering to acknowledge what it was - honestly it didn’t make any difference - he uncorked it and began to drink straight from the neck.

Irish.

It was definitely Irish whiskey. Although not The Macallan, or perhaps it was just the shittiest bottle ever produced by that brand.

Taehyung took another long swig, Macallan or not it perfectly served its aim. Unfortunately, his busy drinking was interrupted by the sudden appearance of their head maid, Maya.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” she squeaked in her high-pitched voice, “but mister Logan has come to see you.”

He closed his eyes and set his jaw, mentally cursing his bad luck. “Where is he now?”

“I’m here.”

Logan Everett’s slow deep voice forced Taehyung to lift his eyelids. Time hadn’t been kind to the former Minister of justice, the black of his hair had long ago disappeared to make room for a pure white, his forehead wrinkled and it seemed he needed aid from an emerald embedded cane in order to stand up straight. But time hadn’t been kind to Taehyung either, so he wisely opted to not share his thoughts.

“Hello, uncle Logan” were the words he greeted him with instead, after dismissing Maya with a nod, and before lifting his left arm to offer him the liquor. “Want some? I’m afraid it’s not Macallan but it gets the job done”

Logan twisted his lips into a disapproving grimace as he proceeded to sit on the armchair opposite to him. “It’s 5 o’clock in the afternoon, Taehyung.”

“Do I have to take that as a no, thank you ?”

“Obviously.”

Was it ten years ago? He recalls that’s the last time he’d seen Logan Everett this close. He’d phone Taehyung from time to time, make sure he wasn’t drunk driving himself into a ditch, but other than that, Taehyung’s godfather was nothing but a ghost in his life.

His father’s best friend.

Funny, considering Logan was somewhat of a decent human being, or just, a human being—unlike his father. When his mother was still here, Logan along with his late wife vacationed with them every summer. Taehyung remembers himself running around in Verona, Italy. Logan chasing after him.

It was warm then, unlike now; Taehyung was freezing.

“Is he here? Your father?”

Taehyung took his time to drink again and then shook his head. “No.” Thankfully

“Does he plan to come back soon?”

“As far as I know, he is having the time of his life finalizing some deal in Germany so… no.” He cocked his eyebrows while staring at his Godfather. “What do you need from him?”

To state that the relationship between Logan and his father had deteriorated was an utter underestimation, since the two of them had barely spoken in those long years. When Taehyung had asked why —when he still cared—the cryptic answer Logan gave him was “he destroyed something I cared about”

Nothing surprising there. Ruining others’ lives was his father’s expertise, as Taehyung knew from first hand experience.

“I heard he’s getting you engaged with the Arden family.”

“I’m not getting engaged with anyone” Taehyung replied immediately, taking another sip of Irish while his eyes stayed on the older man.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s your choice to make, kid”

“Uh I’m pretty sure I can’t get engaged if I don’t consent. My dad may be rich but he is not God. Besides, what’s the worst he could do? Exile me from Hashfield? He’d be doing me a favor”

“You’re speaking nonsense” Logan’s hands wrapped around the cane in frustration “Believe it or not, The wall is here to protect you son. To get to the level of wealth your father is right now, he had to make a lot of enemies, powerful people, who would love nothing but his only heir outside the wall, unprotected.”

Every word Logan spoke made less sense than the other “What do you even mean?”

“The less you know the better” There was no hesitation in Logan’s speech. He slowly got up and paced towards Taehyung. Resting a palm in his shoulder “You’re getting older Taehyung, you’re not a little boy anymore.” There was a pause “Get engaged with the Arden Lady. . .people like us, living in our world, we don’t marry for love… but power. We build walls higher than the rest, because we have way more to loose”

The smell of expensive paint, deodorant, high-end perfume, and cigarettes entered your nostrils as you opened the door.

“You need anything madam?” Celine’s maid greeted you, making you feel more out of place than ever. Maids, palaces for homes and stadium like gardens made you question your existence in Hashfield everyday.

“No, thank you” you honeyed your voice. These people were working class—like you. You’ve seen the way insiders treated their staff and it made you sick to your stomach every time, you figure that’s how they’d treat you had you not been accepted into Hashfield College.

“This way, madam”

You look around.

Imagine the interior of the Palace of Versailles—or perhaps those gorgeous buildings in Florence were more like it— gold, marble, mirrors. Large and heavy-looking curtains draped down the sides of the extensive windows and the floor was this sturdy polished oak wood. The contrast between the light colours and the dark ones was just perfectly balanced. It was extraordinarily aesthetically pleasing. You felt so out of your league you thought you’d stain the place.

Underneath all the chemicals you perceived, you could distinguish the smell of wood, which was probably because of the floor. Your eyes glazed over the gorgeous cream-coloured walls, which were decorated with the most awe-inspiring golden ornaments. The place was definitely for the elite. And if the walls weren’t a perfect indication then the silk, ruby red, one of a kind dress Celine was wearing certainly was.

“Y/n!, hey! what’s up?” Jin called you out the minute he laid eyes on you. He’d been extra protective this week, texting you every day to see if you wanted him to bring god damn ice cream like it would make this whole ‘bet’ scandal go away.

It was sweet of him, it really was, but the embarrassment that washed over you when everyone learned about the bet Taehyung had made over who was going to fuck you first, was not going to get better with fucking ice cream.

“Hey guys” you acknowledged everyone in the room. You hadn’t made eye contact with Zed since that night—and you weren’t planning on making any today—your stomach dropped to your knees every time you thought about what had happened.

Kim Taehyung fucked up the relationship between the only insiders you hanged out with.

“Y/n, you know we’ve all been talking about how much of a dick Taehyung is…” Jiyeon started. An apologetic look on her face.

Fucking great.

You specifically had texted Jin about wanting to avoid this situation. He’d promised this would just be a simple hang out with friends, maybe drink a little wine to pass the time and then go back home.

You did not want to talk about the bet that had been placed without your consent. Especially in front of Zed who was swirling his whiskey like it was freaking talking to him.

“What he did was… terrible, he’s always been such an A-hole to girls. But betting over such a thing?” She shook her head “That’s low. Even for him”

“True” added Celine

“Guys. Really. It’s fine” you tried to mask your emotions with a smile “Can we talk about something else?. . . Anything”

• • •

Billie Holiday played softly from the pool radio. Condensation dripped down crystal glasses, and silverware glinted in the bright sunlight. It was a chilly October afternoon, the steady breeze being the perfect interlude.

The chairs were soft, the food was good, and the wine was worth twice your house, but it could only be so comfortable having dinner with a bunch of insiders.

“Anyway, I heard the Arden family is settling matters with The Kim cooparation—”

“Jiyeon.” The word was a low warning from Zed’s spot at the table.

She rolled her eyes and took a deep drink of wine, but she spoke no more.

You couldn’t care less about this conversation. What Taehyung’s father did was none of your business, they could all go drown and you wouldn’t think about it twice—or once— for that matter.

You always pondered Jiyeon’s and Zed’s relationship though. They did appear to find each other annoying, Zed would talk shit about Jiyeon sometimes and so would she. But then you figure, most of these insiders weren’t really friends with each other, they just existed in the same place at the same time. Much like now. Including yourself.

Jin—your only actual friend among these people— was sitting next to you though hadn’t said a word, except for some oddly-timed chuckling. His mind was clearly traveling somewhere else.

Trevor was apparently already devouring his third stake. Making another rude remark towards the house server while downing what seemed to be a liter of Syrah wine all by himself.

And then there was Celine. Whom you knew was the person that tolerated you less from here and didn’t care about not making it obvious.

Celine was your polar opposite. Where you were quiet, she spoke with abandon and laughed loudly. Where you were demure, well . . . she’d stuck her gum to her cloth napkin before eating her pasta, twirling it around the fork at least a hundred times to make sure nothing was getting spilled on her precious dress.

Low chatter and the scraping of silverware filled the yard, but beneath that lay a tense air that wouldn’t dissipate, an uncomfortable vibe the breeze wouldn’t take with it. Everyone seemed to be easily chatting amongst themselves, so maybe it was just you. You tried to brush it off.

Jiyeon —despite Zed’s orders— didn’t stay quiet for long, though she no longer spoke about insider business gossip. She changed the subject to horse racing. That was an acceptable conversation many joined in on.

However you couldn’t help but think about the question Taehyung had made.

“Why are you here?”

Why were you here? Hashfield is a cold shallow place that’s filled with people you don’t like. Their view of the world was so superficial, human relationships were glib, basically meaningless. No one cared what values their friend had, as long as they had more than five cars on their parking lot.

You couldn’t be more different. Your favourite literary period was the Romantic for crying out loud. . .and it was the same for music and art. There was something about the music from the Romantic period which enamoured you. Genuine emotions came through the music. Every time you listened to Chopin, something rooted inside you pushed you to dance. Perhaps the expressiveness, emotions, and escapism were the factors that drew you towards the Romantic period. You wanted to waltz through a room, carefree. Your body moving along to one of Chopin’s masterpieces instead of sitting across from a bunch of insiders.

Maybe you were a coward, but you were glad you didn’t have to sit near Zed. You were carrying out this carefree facade all evening and had a polite response for anything—as inappropriate as the comments could sometimes be when insiders were drinking—but with him, words were at a loss for you. You felt tongue-tied around him, tilted off your point of gravity, and truthfully just embarrassed, as though a blush permanently warmed your skin. It might be unpleasant speaking to him, but it was too easy to look in his direction.

You cringed as you recall what had happened.

-One week ago, Clair’s party-

Your mother used to smoke at the kitchen table in her nightgown after she and your father would scream the house down. So, naturally, you’d picked up her habit of smoking during stressful times.

With your cheeks burning in anger and the cigarette in your hand, it wasn’t lost on you that the apple really doesn’t fall that fucking far from the tree. Kim Taehyung was a fucking asshole just like his father was rumored to be. But for whatever reason, you realize that you’re more mad at yourself for thinking the opposite for even a second.

You closed your eyes and mentally cursed at yourself when you saw Zed approach you.

“Kim Taehyung” Zed’s voice was a low growl “What a fucking idiot”

“Yeah Zed, I know. That bet was stupid and embarrassing and I’m sorry you got dragged down into it-“

“I mean—is he out of his mind? If I was really trying to fuck you I’d be working much harder, trust me. . . Who does he think he is? He thinks he’s better than me or something?”

Wow.

That was definitely not the reaction you were expecting. Zed was a fucking idiot. He’s obviously intoxicated— but you like to call alcohol the truth serum, so yeah, fuck him.

“Oh really? That’s what you’re so mad about? That you think you could fuck me first?” you let anger sip into your tone

Zed’s eyes widened in embarrassment when he realized his tongue had run faster than his brain “No, y/n look—“ he stammered “all I’m saying is he shouldn’t have placed that bet alright? I mean, I wouldn’t want to fuck you anyway”

You gave him a deadly stare

“That came out wrong! I’m sorry—all I’m trying to say is-“

“Honestly, I bet that whatever you’re trying to say isn’t even important, so how about you get out of my sight?”

Why was it such a surprise to you that Zed was as much of an asshole as the others?

You kept feeling naive lately.

Lunch continued with meaningless chatter, good food and drink, but the tension never dissipated. It sat there, uninterrupted. Like an echo before the words were even spoken.

You remember the first time you met Mina and Namjoon. They were both decently shy kids that gravitated towards each other because their mums were best friends. Seokjin came on later in the picture, Mina was skeptical about him at first because he was an insider, but his true colors surfaced and everyone realized he was a decent human being unlike the rest of them. Eventually, you four became close and the rest was history.

“Feels good to party outside the wall after so long huh?” Seokjin’s smile had basically reached his ears as he handed you a drink

“You can’t imagine” you quickly agreed “I’d forgotten people actually danced at parties”

“How did Mina manage to make such cool friends in Uni? I swear she self diagnosed herself with social anxiety last year.” Namjoon added

“I heard that, asshole” Mina suddenly made an appearance from Namjoon’s back. “And I promised my self I’d change unlike you” she downed what was left of her drink “You’ve made like… two new friends? And one of them is your cousin” she burst a laugh.

But her laughter soon faded away once she made eye contact with you “How are you doing?” She made a pause “Kim Taehyung. That asshole, I hope his house burns down or something.”

“He has like three whole mansions” you rolled your eyes and smiled at her

“Whatever” she took a sip

Four drinks in was when you decided that a bathroom break was more needed than you’d thought.

Stumbling a bit along the narrow hallway, you managed to find your way into the bathroom. To be fair, it was much easier to navigate a normal house as opposed to the three story mansions you were used to these past months.

“Ahh somebody would think you’re stalking me, angel“

Your heartbeats collided with a crash at the familiarity of the voice.

A burning rush of recognition ran down your spine as you met Jungkook’s heavy gaze. Brown doe eyes hugged by thick long eyelashes and a killer smile.

Jungkook was so much more dangerous than he looked. But that was what made him lethal. Because just by looking at those sweet eyes and that picture perfect smile, you wouldn’t be able to imagine how easy it would be for him to break your heart.

What was he even doing here? This was a one hour drive from Hashfield, and a party filled with people that didn’t really match his ‘status’.

You weren’t curious enough to ask.

“Move” was what you spat at him instead.

“Damn y/n. . . You’re breaking my heart”

Why had your name rolled of his tongue like he was more than familiar with it? Well you guess, because it was. . . Considering the fling you two had back in the day.

Another experience ruined by Kim Taehyung.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll get over it. Now, move”

He smiled.

An outrageous smile.

“Since when did you become such an ice queen?”

An even more outrageous question. “Uhh I don’t know, maybe since you and your little friends constantly fucked me over?” It’s ridiculous that you’re even talking to him right now, but somehow you couldn’t hold yourself back.

This hallway was narrow, narrower than you’d like. So when you tried to make your way past him, it was easy for him to pull you back with a simple hand movement.

He suddenly seemed to get ahold of his drunk self “Y/n about that… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, it was a shitty thing to do”

“Yeah, you think?” You don’t hold back the anger and bitterness sip into your tone, Jungkook deserved nothing less. “Let go”

An evil grimace formed, and the way he slightly came closer made your stomach drop. “I don’t really want to”

“I can smell the alcohol in your breath, Jungkook. Let go”

“I can assure you I’m very sober right now” he followed your order and took a step back, letting your hand slide down his fingers

You hadn’t talked to Jungkook since the whole fiasco between you him and Taehyung, yet this moment was enough to remind you the pull he had on you.

An annoying pull you had no control over.

“Y/n, I really am sorry. . . About everything”

You took a long sight, forgiving Jungkook for all the bullshit he’d done in the past was not on today’s to-do list. “Apologizing doesn’t take what you did back. It just puts me in a shitty position of having to decide wether you’re worth forgiving or not.”

“I know. I know. It’s selfish of me to say it now but uhm, I don’t think I’d get another chance so…”

“I get it, but I don’t think I’m ready to forgive you Jungkook.” You breathed in a shallow breath as you walked passed him and got into the bathroom.

It was the right thing to do. Jungkook was not the person you needed to talk to right now.

You closed your eyes and the mumbled music brought you back to the last time you had actually talked to him.

Outfield central club, two years ago

“I’m telling you pink brings out your eyes you should wear it more often” you jokingly pushed his shoulder. Jungkook didn’t need any color to bring out his eyes, they did a fine job being the center of attention on their own.

He smiled and pulled you closer by grabbing your waist. A signature move of his, you’d wondered how many girls had fallen for that trick. “There you go, romanticizing me again” he stood still but his eyes burned with intensity. “It’s too late for me, angel. I destroy everything beautiful that comes into my life”

That was not entirely wrong.

Sure, you and Jungkook had become extremely close this past year, the closest you’d been with an insider besides SeokJin and well, Kim Taehyung. But you felt comfortable around him, playboy reputation aside, there were times when he seemed genuine, sincere and kind.

Despite his rumors, Jungkook was not a bad person, which is surprising considering he hanged out with the devil himself, Kim Taehyung.

You and Jungkook clicked. You liked the same bands, enjoyed the same movies felt the same way when Jenna Jones and Brandy broke up. (She was too good for him)

“I don’t believe that. I think you’ve just convinced yourself that your not worth something serious because when you start to really care about someone it scares you”

His eyes got bigger “I care about you, and I’m not all that scared”

Gosh with the way he was smiling right now he had to have known how much you’d been crushing over him this past year.

You sighted. You wanted to put a chink in the ice he wore like armor. Stepping closer you ran a finger across his jawline, your voice soft “You have such a handsome face. Does it always get you everything you want?”

“Almost”

There was something so significant about that single word it put a hitch in your breath. “I bet one look from you can make women swoon at your feet”

He grow, probably annoyed that you brought up his popularity again. “Yet here you stand, perfectly not swooned”

You laughed lightly “Oh I wouldn’t say that”

He stared down at you.

You stared up at him.

As a corner of his lips lifted, You realized you were amusing him. “What?” You broke the silence

“Nothing” he shook his head “I shouldn’t really be here, Taehyung would kill me”

“What does Taehyung have to do with this?” You said firmly. Pretending the mere mention of his name didn’t bring your blood to boil.

“He’s just weird about me talking with you. He thinks we shouldn’t mix” he let out a breath

“We? As in. . . outsiders and insiders?”

He was a fucking asshole

“Cmon angel. . . You know how he is”

“Well, fuck him” You said, trying to take a step back, but his hand went to your lower back and drifted to the top of your ass. Your stomach tightened with unease.

Jungkook had always been subtly inappropriate—his fingers just grazing things they shouldn’t. Close enough to make you pleasantly uncomfortable, but not too close to where it would be considered something. If he went further, would you be able to handle it?

Jungkook pulled back to look you in the eye, but his hand didn’t leave you. Something crawled under your skin. You realized at this moment why you couldn’t escape the spell he seemed to have everyone under.

He buried his head on your neck before pulling back again “I could smell you all day, you know that?”

You stared at his big bright innocent eyes. Jungkook was the picture perfect son, or that’s what every magazine wrote, at least. He was kind and flirty to everyone, and could make every person in the room feel happy just by flashing a smile. That’s why he was so popular in the media. But what you found the most intriguing about his appearance, however, was the dark ink that showed through his white dress shirt. It was vague, but you thought it went all the way from his shoulder to the gold watch on his wrist. Jeon Jungkook had a full sleeve. You knew that «good kid» look was all smoke and mirrors.

He was looking at you as if he’d felt you observing him “I feel like you get lost in that head of yours sometimes” his smile was a soft one, the one he’d flash the paparazzi sometimes when he wanted to take an innocent looking picture.

“What can I say, thinking is my favorite hobby” you joked

“So. . . what do you think about me?” That smile never left his face

That you’re dangerous “I can be honest?”

“Please be”

“I was skeptical about you at first, I mean, your crowd, you know, they don’t have the best reputation, especially amongst outsiders. But as I got to know you, I’ve found that you’re the best exception to the rule ever”

“I am?” His eyes looked as if he’d succeeded at something

“Yeah, you are” your pulse leapt into your throat at the thought of your next words “I think I really like you, Jungkook—”

His name wasn’t even properly out of your mouth yet his lips locked on top of yours. He sucked slightly on your bottom lip, and he tasted as sweet as his reputation had been.

It was two days later that Taehyung had told everyone Jungkook hitting on you was a total prank.

You felt destroyed, defeated, because you had honestly fallen for Jungkook, but the disgust took every single feeling away. It took over your body for months, and you cried it out until you felt numb to it.

How shitty does a person have to be to do that? Yet how easily could you forget everything Taehyung had done to you? Your mind took you back to the «sober corner» and reminded you of everything you and Taehyung did together. But mostly what was more fucked up was how intense your feelings were for him. A person that never did right by you.

You closed your eyes shut and with a deep breath you let all the anger wash out of you. You decided that the pitty party was over as you had a very real party waiting for you on the other side of that door.

• • •

It had maybe hit four when Namjoon had finished throwing up for the third time tonight.

“What do you think y/n? Three or four months of teasing for this?” Mina bumped you in the shoulder

“I don’t know Mins” you let a laugh out “Let him live a little, he’s had a rough week”

So had you.

“You turned soft y/n, is it the change of the wall?” She teased

“Oh yes! Cause being around insiders all day turns me into such a softie!”

She chuckled at that but after a moment her eyes turned serious “You sure you don’t want to talk bout it?”

“Mina, don’t” you warned “Talking about it won’t change anything”

“It might change how you feel”

“I doubt it” You faked a smile, knowing Mina wouldn’t buy it anyway “So tell me all about that guy from the Kim’s firm!! What was his name? C something? It definitely had an E there was well—”

“Cedric, his name is Cedric” she rolled her eyes “Yeah well, I think he likes me. . . I mean he was aallll over me earlier” she smiled to herself.

“Well duh!!” You made a noise of acknowledgment, not surprised it had taken her this long to come to that assumption. The obvious was like a well hidden secret in Mina’s eccentric mind. Surprising, as she’d always aced her schoolwork, read people like a morning paper and had more friends than you could ever hope for.

“And I kept thinking, maybe there’s a reason he manspreads so much? He is big. Then I began to worry, so I started looking up pictures—well, videos—of men his size, naked, and that only made me worry more.”

“You were watching porn.” You said, deadpan, leaning by the side of Seokjin’s car while he fed Namjoon what seemed to be a hotdog? Where did he even get that?

She tilted her head “Yeah, I guess that’s what it’s called.” She turned around and followed your gaze “Okay where the hell did he get that hotdog from? I’m starving”

“Mina!! Hello? You were watching. . .” You lowered your voice “porn, for a guy? To like what? Prepare yourself? See if he’d fit?” A laugh escaped you but when Seokjin shot you a glare you turned it into a cough.

“Anywayyyys” she said as she opened the car door “Speaking of Cedric, I’ve got news!”

“Oh” was what you said when you got in the car, guessing the next sentence that’d come out of her mouth wasn’t going to be your favorite thing in the world.

“The Kim and Arden family are trying to make the engagement official”

“Trying…?”

“Jesus y/n, you’re living under a rock. Too many books not enough TV”

“You’re going to be a great mum” you chuckled

“Taehyung is literally all over the media, apparently some paparazzi interviewed him on the street last night, he said, and I quote! What my father wants is non of my business, I would rather eat a bag of dirt” she stopped “A bag. Of. Dirt.” she jerked her head backwards laughing “Listen, I don’t like the dude, but he’s got balls”

Relief shouldn’t be what you’re feeling right now. “I see” you tried to sound indifferent, because that was the acceptable reaction, but something pounded inside of you.

“I mean, acting up like that? In front of cameras? ANNND against his dad’s word? Makes you wonder why he’s so against it, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes “What are you implying, Mina?”

She had a puppy look on her face “Nothing! Nothing! I’m just sayinggg”

“He’s young, and a massive playboy” you sounded more angry than you should “He obviously doesn’t want to be caged like a pup. Besides, he can’t tolerate Brianna for more than a second”

“And you know that because…?” Mina was obviously teasing.

Fuck. “Well, you know he told me, Mina.”

Of course Mina knew, but Seokjin, who was driving, and Namjoon, who was sitting on the edge of the passenger sit looking out the window probably contemplating life and why he had so much to drink today, didn’t exactly know the details between you and Taehyung. And you’d like to keep it that way.

There was a silence “I know I was stupid to trust him okay? I just—“

“It’s not your fault, y/n” Seokjin’s voice made an appearance “It’s not your fault he’s an asshole.”

“I know, I get it”

“So all that anger, don’t place it on yourself” Namjoon’s voice was barely audible

“Sorry are we still talking about y/n or are you talking about your alcohol problem? Because I’m a little confused” Mina snorted, she was always the one to tease Namjoon yet she took care of him the most out of all of us.

You rolled down the window, allowing the autumn air to flow through the car. It was a beautiful night, the starriest it had been for a while now. Cold air brushed your skin as you drived back to Outfield, gazing the wall from afar and that’s all you used to do, but now you know the other side of it very well. In fact, you were more familiar with it than you’d like. Bitterness crawled up your throat.

Toward the end of November, the bet was long forgotten and everyone and their mother was focused on Taehyung’s so called engagement, or rather, the lack of it.

You didn’t care. Focusing on schoolwork was far more important. . .Or that’s at least the lies you’d been feeding yourself.

It was hard to avoid it, considering it was all everyone talked about. The Arden and Kim family were arguably Hashfield’s founding families, the possibility of those two historic houses merging had everyone on edge.

Well, except Taehyung, apparently.

Ever since the scandal interview he gave about a month ago, Kim Taehyung seemed to do the opposite of what his father wanted. According to Claire, there had been a succession of crushes, flings, one night stands, who knows. To you all of it boiled down to one thing only: his cock had been everywhere. It had been in god knows how many vaginas, how many mouths.

Without your concern, your gaze found him. The amphitheater was big enough, so he shouldn’t notice.

The image disgusted you. It bothered you to think of him between a girl’s legs as she lay facing him, his broad, tanned, glistening shoulders moving up and down. Just looking at his shoulders when he happened to be going over his notes made you wonder where they’d been last night. How effortless and free the movement of his shoulder blades each time he shifted, how thoughtlessly they caught the sun. Did they taste of the sea to the woman who had lain under him last night and bitten into him? Or of his suntan lotion?

You remembered the last time you’d seen his shoulders all exposed under the sun. It was three years a go, near the end of your friendship.

You were in your mother’s garden, he’d stop by to bring you a Nintendo for your birthday. You tried to tell him that you were going to be a junior this year and that he should cut it with the kid stuff, but you’d secretly wished for that Nintendo so badly.

“Listen, I need to pick up something in town.” he said.

Something was always weed.

“And here I was, thinking you came down to Outfield for my birthday”

He sat silently a moment. “I did.” cleared his throat “Want to come with me? It’s been a while since we rode our bikes together”

“Now?” What you might have meant was, Really?

“Why, have you got anything better to do?”

“No.”

“So let’s go.”

Kim Taehyung, billionaire, Kim Taehyung, riding on a bike instead of his panamera just because you’d convinced him it was fun two years ago was the funniest sight, ever.

When you arrived at the garage, Amir, was arguing with Kadir, as usual.

This time he was accusing him of dousing the tomatoes with too much water, and that it was all wrong, because they were growing too fast.

“They’ll be mealy,” Amir complained.

“Listen. I do the tomatoes, you do the driving, and we’re all happy.”

“You don’t understand. In my day you moved the tomatoes at some point, from one place to another, from one place to the other”—he insisted—“and you planted basil nearby. But of course you people who’ve been in the army know everything.”

Their heavy accents made everything a little lighter.

“That’s right.” Kadir was ignoring him.

“Of course I’m right. No wonder they didn’t keep you in the army.”

“That’s right. They didn’t keep me in the army.”

Both of them greeted the two of you. The gardener handed Taehyung his weed. “You have a familiar face kid. Ever since the first day you came out here, I’ve seen you before, I’m sure of it. Did you work in a farm nearby perhaps?”

A laugh escaped your lips at the thought of Kim Taehyung being a farmer, maybe in another life. Of course Kadir had seen Tae’s face hanging in magazines or blasted through the daily talking show, but he couldn’t exactly pin point it.

Taehyung caught your smiled and after eyeing you smiled back.

Amir couldn’t have been more peeved. “No farmer dresses like that, are you stupid? From now on, I talk to customers you grow the tomatoes”

Kadir gave a wry smile.

Once you two had reached the cypress lane that led onto the main road to town, you asked Tae, “Doesn’t he give you the creeps?”

“Who?”

“Amir.”

“No, why? I fell the other day on my way back and scraped myself pretty badly. Amir insisted on applying some sort of witch’s brew. He also fixed the bike for me.” With one hand on the handlebar he lifted his shirt and exposed a huge scrape and bruise on his left hip.

“Still gives me the creeps,” You said, repeating your aunt’s verdict.

“Just a lost soul, really.”

Lost soul.

On your way, you noticed that Tae was taking his time. He wasn’t in his usual rush, no speeding, no scaling the hill with his usual athletic zeal. Nor did he seem in a rush to go back to his precious wall, or join his new friends on the beach.

He’d been spending a lot of time with a new crowd, you didn’t really know them, nor were you interested. Rich snobby kids from far inside the wall, probably best to avoid them. It kind of bugged you that Tae had started hanging out with them so much, but you wouldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

Today he’d spend almost the entire day with you, perhaps he had nothing better to do.

When you arrived at the small café that overlooked the sea, Tae stopped to buy cigarettes. He had started smoking Gauloises. You had never tried Gauloises and asked if you could. He took out a cerino from the box, gently placed the cigarette in between your lips and by cupping his hands very near your face, lit your cigarette.

“Not bad, right?” he said after you took a puff

“Not bad at all.”

He didn’t like the fact that you’d picked up smoking, but he wasn’t any better so he decided not to scold you about it anymore.

“Just take a look at this,” he said as the two of you ambled with your bikes in the afternoon sun toward the edge of the café overlooking the rolling hills below.

Farther out and way below was a magnificent view of the sea with scarcely a few stripes of foam streaking the bay like giant dolphins breaking the surf. “Do you know about the wailing woman?” he asked suddenly.

“She threw her husband in the sea, thinking he was dead, but he had just been asleep for days due to some medication. He ended up drowning from the waves”

“You heard how she died?”

“The next night she took a bunch of sleeping pills and threw herself in the sea to drown as well” You replied and studied his pondering face.

“Do you know why she did that?”

“Because she thought that, if she died the same way her husband did, she’d meet him in the afterlife.”

Why was he quizzing you?

“Is there anything you don’t know?” he asked, his eyes a light caramel from the sun.

“I know nothing, Tae. Nothing, just nothing.”

“You know more than anyone around here.Anyone I’ve ever met”

Why was he returning your near-tragic tone with bland ego-boosting?

“If you only knew how little I know about the things that really matter.” you replied

“What kind of things?” It was as if he was starring down into your soul

How much you wanted to touch his hair which was slightly ruffled by the passing wind. How much you wanted him to come even closer, maybe enough to hear how fast your heart beat every time he was near you.

Tell him. It’s now or never. “Nothing.”

You were treading water, trying neither to drown nor to swim to safety, just staying in place, because here was the truth—even if you couldn’t speak the truth, or even hint at it, yet you could swear it lay around the two of you, the way they say that if a necklace gets lost while swimming: You know it’s down there somewhere.

You focus back to the class. On the Present day, when Taehyung was just a mere asshole to you, nothing else. You hopefully averted your eyes fast enough so that he didn’t notice you staring at him for what was probably fifteen minutes now.

This class was boring, you blame the weariness that washed over you for the flashbacks you were having about him.

That version of Taehyung was long dead to you.

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hi there~ this might be random but what are your thoughts on dry humping sunwoo? idk if you've ever written about it but i think the idea is so hot 🥵 he'd totally be a mess and get all handsy (and even whiny) trying to control the situation but losing it in the end...

Oh he'd definitely be the type to go handsy on you

Just imagine sunwoo being the type on a first date who's willing to go all the way but you don't roll like that so instead you guys just intensely makeout on his couch.

He tries his best to control where his hands go but when you're rolling your hips like that, your core deliciously grinding against his painful hard on he does nothing but whine like a virgin

"Baby, please. Take it easy..." But the moment he says that you grind on him faster and he's losing it. He really wants to grab all your sensitive parts but he doesn't wanna fuck it up and break anything he promised you tonight but you decide to get a lil cheeky and just try to tempt him even further by removing your shirt and revealing your lace covered breasts

you push him down, his back lying against the couch while you continue to quicken the pace of your hips rolling, your hands on each side of his head balancing you while your chest is literally all up in his face. He can feel his incoming

"fuck- please let me touch you" he begs.

"cmon sunwoo, you can hold it a little longer cant you?" you tease.

"pleaaaasseeeee" he whines this time, desperate to feel your soft skin in his hands and on his mouth. His mind going dizzy at the thought of littering you with his marks. If this keeps going any longer he might just cum in his pants.

"fine, but no sex got it?" You look down at him with a "stern" look. The moment you give him the green light, he wraps his arms around your torso and flips you both, your body under his now.

He immediately goes straight to kissing the exposed skin on your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down to latch onto your perked nipple, making you gasp and instantly grab his hair, you body slowly giving into his actions. Releasing your nipple with a pop he looks at you with a mischievous grin,

"I'll try my best, but can't make any promises 😏"

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(A/N: hi omg to the anon that sent this over months ago I am SO sorry I never got to answering this. No it didn't get lost I just really wanted to save this and turn it into a full fic but the inspiration was so dead at the time please forgive me 🥺 I still wanna give this idea a longer fic if you're still around huhu hope you still enjoy this very short piece!)

Insatiable (Jungkook x Reader)

Word Count: 7.0k(ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: drinking (one drink), oral sex (female receiving), tongue fucking/clit sucking, dirty talk, orgasms (lots for her, wet and squirting, and his), rough/intense sex, standing doggy style sex/missionary sex, spanking (with cock), hair pulling, praise/body worship, filmed fucking/sex, Jungkook is a kinky boy, unprotected sex, creampie, talking about watching porn/confessions of watching porn and porn preferences, director Jungkook, questionable ethical stuff (you're both working at same place and he's above you).

If I forgot some, I'm sorry.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, PwP

AUs: CEO BTS

Summary: Once with Jungkook isn't enough. There's a reason they all talk about him and keep trying to come back. You're about to experience more of him than most get.

Author’s Note: I got a serious wild hair to write ANOTHER CEO AU Jungkook installment because my god he's HOT. He wouldn't quit hanging around in my brain. I finally got out of horny jail with this one.

I didn't do much of a proof-read. I tried to catch typos. Ignore if you find any. It ain't perfect but it's about the action.

This continues the adventure from Impress You.

Enjoy and suffer with me. Also please tell Jungkook to leave me alone now.

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“So you’re telling me you’ve seen his place?” 

The incredulous look wasn’t offensive, which was good because you’d never seen your friend look more shocked AND jealous. It was nice to be the subject of envy like this. Usually SHE had the tales to tell when it came to this kind of thing.

You studied her expression, quietly basking in it before you spoke, leaned closer to her to be sure she could hear over the impressive din of the club music. 

“Yep. Spent the night too. I could tell you what the kitchen looks like.” 

You could tell her A LOT of the layout about Jungkook’s place, but the way her eyes shone when she pulled back, you knew exactly what room was highest on her list of want-to-know. 

“I don’t know, Y/n. What if you’re bullshitting? You know how many girls in our office want to see this guy’s place…his—” She trailed off, tucking a straw between her lips then tightening them salaciously around the red shape. As they slid down slowly, her lids lowered. 

She was thirsty and it wasn’t just for the mimosa in her glass. You loved it. She was lost in that hazy what-if, her hormones taking her miles away until you reached across the table and patted the nearer hand. 

“I’m not. I promise. I don’t have photo proof but—” You didn’t finish, taking a sip of your drink. There wasn’t much left, but what you’d already consumed was going straight to your head, leaving your senses sparkly and light.

You’d never felt so relaxed. 

You took a scan of the surroundings, then focused on the dance floor. It seemed like hundreds of shadowing forms swayed, bounced and shimmied to the beat. Quietly humming along, your toes tapped against the floor. 

Your friend’s daggering stare went mostly unnoticed.

“Y/n..” 

“Hmm?” You barely looked. Enough to get that face pinched with curiosity into your peripherals. The more she sat there looking openly curious and eager for the meat of the story, the bigger your pride and ego swelled. 

“You should go to his place again. I want a memento. GOD I want to know what it was like. Why won’t you tell me?” 

“You saw the look on my face the next day at work. I think it was pretty clear.” 

“Yeah I did. I suck at filling in the blanks. We’re work friends and you kind of..owe me.” 

“Doubt that.” You were in no shame to do the calculus required to figure out how she was owed ANY level of information. Voluntary information. Instead you grinned, then tipped the remains of the drink down your throat. Empty glass on the table, with an authoritative thunk, you turned towards the dancefloor. 

“It’s getting late. One more dance, then we’ll go home.” 

Your friend’s shoulders slumped. She would have to like not getting the full story, just yet. She took your extended hand, pout fully displayed and ineffective as you tugged her off her seat to stand. 

“Don’t be like that.” She mumbled as you tugged her closer and looked ahead to quietly navigating a way through the sea of bodies separating you from the dance floor. 

“I think you’ll survive this grave disappointment.” No one had ever died from lack of debriefing, you decided. Your friend wouldn’t be the first. It had to be some kind of misconduct anyway and you probably shouldn’t REALLY share even as much as you had. 

“Hmmph.” She mumbled and followed you closely as you made your way. When you paused again, at the edge of the dancefloor, she spoke once more. “If it were ME…I’d have proof.” 

But it wasn’t you. It was me. Even if it was once, that fact carried you. Inhaling, your head spun as you lurched forward, slipping through the crowd. 

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You couldn’t blame the drink as you watched the indicator over the elevator door, creeping slowly with the twinning ding. Facts were facts: you’d gotten back to the apartment building and you’d gotten onto this elevator.

Pressed the button with full knowledge and less hesitation than you’d ever had. Finally the car stopped as this ding resounded. The doors opened and you stepped out into the hall. 

This wasn’t your floor. It was his. 

You peered down the length of space stretching away, to that door. That familiar number. You’d been thinking about Jungkook since you’d left the club. Or maybe before you even got there, but until leaving the urge hadn’t been loud enough you couldn’t think. 

Walking quietly, you headed for his door and stopped in front of it. For a moment you stared into the shining ebony of the door’s surface. Gold numbers. Gold knob. Your hand clenched as you raised it and rapped knuckles just center of the door. 

It was quiet. Maybe too quiet–for a moment nothing happened as you stood. Staring. Almost making your own shape out against the light bouncing off from overhead. Your door didn’t look like this. Even the carpeting in this hall was a bit nicer. 

What a difference two floors made. 

And what a contrast, when the door finally opened. 

Jungkook’s face was even as he came into view. That changed when he saw you. For a moment you locked eyes, then it began at his mouth: the creeping curve at both ends. The low lids rising and the brows too, disappearing under the shaggy mess of his bangs. 

His head canted, hips tilting the other way just a touch. 

Much more noticeable in the fitted joggers. Your memory of his body was coming much clearer studying his upper body in a semi-fitted t-shirt. Of course he was barefooted–you’d be the same way at home. 

Jungkook’s eyes took down your body, then came back up and he locked eyes again. 

“Y/n.” He finally drawled, flashing a bigger grin. The pierced brow arched sharply. “What’s up?”

“I remembered where you lived.” 

Jungkook chuckled. “Not a challenge since we live in the same building. These doors DO look alike, though. Well done.” 

You loved how he kept looking at your chest. The low cut of the front revealed enough of the tops of both breasts and the warmth of the club had added a dewy layer that the muggy night outside hadn’t eradicated. 

You inhaled on purpose, tossing your hair. That made his nostrils flare. It felt good to be flirty. You’d not done it in so long and Jungkook being as bold as he’d been in the elevator before–the memory dogged you all night. Emboldened you now. 

Along with the image of your friend’s eager eyes, flaring as you told her nothing but remembered it all. 

It seemed Jungkook was in the same mental place, his pupils wider as he slipped back a step, letting his door swing open enough. 

“You didn’t go out tonight?” 

You’d state the obvious and nodded when Jungkook affirmed with a bob of the head. His hair looked a little more fluffy and messy. You wondered if he’d showered. Then your mind seized on the image of his skin, wet and twisting as he rubbed his limbs, soaping up long stretches of muscled skin. 

“Nope. Not in the mood.” He turned half away, forearm braced into the door frame, slowly looking towards the inside of his place. From your spot in the hallway, you could see right into the space. 

You saw the edge of the couch from before. The sharp corner of that coffee table. Your pussy throbbed in heat, then pressure kept in.

“Looks like you did.” 

“Yeah. It was alright.” You sighed. Waited a moment, watching Jungkook’s profile, lit up by light flashing from further into the space. Like he had the TV on and was doing the lazy kind of thing you usually did on any given night. 

You’d absolutely expected him to be out tonight too. 

“You’re done for the night?” He asked, finally looking back. He said nothing at how his door was almost fully open now. A cinnamony heaven scent rolled from the interior of his space, washing over you. 

You wanted to groan when Jungkook swallowed, lips parting as he glanced at your legs. 

“I guess. You…want some company?” 

That made Jungkook straighten and he tossed his head this time. 

“Mnn…I could use the company. Been wondering when you’d come back.” 

“When?” You blinked, then smirked. “What makes you think I would?” He wasn’t wrong, but you asked anyway. You DARED him to explain himself.  

Jungkook laughed softly, then motioned to you in the doorway. “..Here you are. I didn’t call or text.” 

“True.” You replied. “...Is it okay?” Jungkook didn’t leave time for doubt to creep in. Or self consciousness, as he leaned away further and beckoned with the two fingers.

“More than ‘Okay’. Come…” Tightness seized your walls when he growled the word, coupled with the haze in his eyes as he leveled a glare under the lines of his brows. “Been waiting for you..” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mnhmm.” He hummed as you stepped over the threshold. The door shut at your back and the lock clicked. A moment later Jungkook crept up to your back, chest brushing. Firm. Warm, like his breath on your nape. “...Knew you’d be back.” 

Fuck ME…I can’t believe how good he sounds without doing anything. You might be in trouble but right now? The concern or hesitation was buried so far down. Whatever you wanted, Jungkook was open to it all, it seemed. 

A risk this high was paying an even higher reward. 

You wanted to lean back into Jungkook but resisted, letting the tremble out through twitching fingers, arms at your sides.

He came around and faced you, then held out a hand. When you took it, he started to back up. 

“If you’re going to be up a little longer..we can hang out?” You suggested, cheeks fiery. Jungkook bangs danced with his nod. “..Looks like you could show me how you spend your evenings at home, since you’re not the clubbing type.”

“I’m an everything type.” 

He tugged you firmly, making a delightful stumble as you tipped forward and fell into a pace matching his backward stroll. His expression disappeared as shadows engulfed his retreating form. Soon you slipped into the darkened hall beyond the door, heading for the light at the far end.

The way he was dressed, you doubted he might have anything exciting in pocket, but you’d accept the dare. Afterall, you’d shown up at HIS door. Basically propositioned him this time. And like before, Jungkook wasn’t backing down. 

In fact he was all too happy to snap up the offer. You steeled yourself, chin lifting, staring at his haloed form in the approaching light deeper inside his place–the glow growing step by step.  

“..Down to show you just how much..” 

His grip tightened and your mouth watered. You wanted every inch of this tatted, youthful body wrapped around you. The dam was going to break and Jungkook was looking very much like he wanted nothing more than to bust it himself. 

As he was at work and the first time you’d been with him, he was consistent: fearless. Eager. Determined, with fire in his eyes. Left you without doubt. He could more than handle whatever came his way. 

Jungkook let go of your hand as you both entered the living room space, but he kept walking, heading towards the hallway. 

Your eyes went to the TV and you noted a screensaver filling the wide screen. When Jungkook paused at the hall’s end and looked back at you, you motioned to the television.

“..Were you watching something? We can finish the show you turned on..” 

The way Jungkook’s smile faded as his gaze moved to there, then returned to you, it had you holding your breath. Butterflies tittered in your belly when he shrugged. 

“Same old stuff. Would rather have some fun with you.” 

“I mean I’m down for a show..” You tried to be tactful.

Not that you’d come over to binge watch some mindless show with him. A hot guy like Jungkook, letting you in his place, just to spend an evening watching some crappy Netflix produced schlock? You’d be the dumbest woman on the planet if you really did that. 

Jungkook paused again, then turned around to face you entirely. You watched his fingers traced the doorway frame, his eyes following the tips of those digits rising slowly. 

“It’s not a show.” He paused, tongue prodding the inside of one cheek. He waited long enough you almost asked, then intentionally fixed his stare right into your eyes. “..You’d watch with me?” 

“I mean, yeah. Why not? I like watching pretty much anything.” You were fibbing a bit but anything, cuddled close to Jungkook? That was a fair trade–and then some. You added a nod. 

“It’s not kid’s stuff.” 

“Of course not.” You chortled. “You aren’t a kid.” 

“Mnnn.” He inhaled, then worked the inside of the other cheek. His hand dropped from the door frame and he beckoned you closer. You came close enough his touch found your chin, guiding your head back so he could peer down.

Your belly tensed. Jungkook spread your lips with a stroke of his thumb and whine slipped free. He wedged the pad down and pulled skin wider as his mouth opened more. 

“I can tell you what I was watching and YOU can tell me if you still want to watch. Deal?” You did nod too much, desperate to keep his touch exactly where it was. “Good.” Pearly whites flashed, shining almost as much as that piercing near one corner of his lower lip. He was making you flood and he just did bare minimum. 

“I was watching porn.” 

“P…porn?” You gasped. Jungkook’s thumb dipped into your mouth and you resisted the urge to suck. He painted the wet fingertip across your lips and leaned closer. Enough the tips of his bangs ghosted your t zone. 

“Mmnhm. You watch porn too?” 

“Yeah.” Admitting it to someone as sexy as Jungkook? Imagining him splayed here on his couch, cupping himself as he studied some beautiful woman’s undoing on a professional cock? Arousal roared. 

You couldn’t ponder it for long or you’d make even more noise. And it might be a bit too much, even for the most patient and turn-a-blind-eye neighbors.

“Fuck that’s so sexy… I like that.” He purred, then stole a side long glare at the television. Instead of moving to the couch, he straightened. One side of his mouth ratcheted higher. A truly cheeky grin. Devilish, even. 

“If I told you they were videos I made, would that change your opinion?” 

“You made—you film yourself fucking?” It was moot to ask when you knew that’s exactly what he meant. 

“Yes.”

“That wouldn’t change things.” You replied, barely managing to speak for the pressure in your chest. Your pussy was fully aching, now. The end result of thinking about Jungkook’s stroke game since waking up this morning. You weren’t in any less pain.

Jungkook studied the glossy tip of his thumb after it came out of your mouth a second time, then he painted a straight line down your chin and finally released you, speaking. 

“I like something to remember my partners by. Not all of them, of course. If that’s not your thing, I don’t fault anyone for that.” 

“Who said it wasn’t?” You retorted, heart thundering. You’d never explored that with anyone but you’d watched enough POV movies that the curiosity and interest was there. Something about the personal nature of the homegrown, POV aspects really did it for you. 

Your core fluttered as Jungkook combed his hair back, jaw firm and flexing in a delightful energy. 

“What are you saying, Y/n?” You didn’t reply, doing your best smirk in spite of a tremble in your lips. Jungkook’s smile fell. Suddenly he looked serious, but SO sexy, the way his lids sat low again. A growl rippled in his chest. 

“I think you know.” 

“Do I?” Jungkook took a longer look at the couch, then the hallway, then you. “You want to make a video with me?”

Ding ding. “We’ll have fun?” You could safely assume it wasn’t a concern you needed to have. He’d see it as a challenge he could meet with his eyes closed, having figured out enough about Jungkook’s drive to be the best. 

“Promise.” With a laugh, he nodded. 

“...And you’ll give me a copy?” 

“Fuck…Y/n…” From the way his lids fluttered and his Adam’s apple jerked, you’d gotten him good. The swallow was hard and audible. No lying to yourself: it felt GREAT to surprise Jeon Jungkook.

He chewed his lip for a moment, then finally nodded. 

“Yeah.. As many as you want.” 

“Just need one.” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll watch it later and—” 

He groaned. “Jesus… Stop. You’re killing me.” 

“Maybe YOU’ll watch it later–” You gestured to the TV, the screensaver sending pulses of color across the walls and ceiling. “..On here?”

Wouldn’t that be the ultimate compliment: Jungkook stroking himself, eyes and entire consciousness fixed on your performance, preserved for all time digitally and replaying before him. 

To inspire the same feelings and the same end.  

Jungkook’s hands were at the bottom of his shirt, gathering the fabric as he slowly paced backwards, down the hall. 

“I guarantee I will.” 

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The bedroom door was left open as Jungkook came in after you. 

At a loss where to go, you stood somewhere in the middle. Something looked different about the space but you couldn’t quite put a finger on exactly what it was. You supposed it didn’t matter, hearing Jungkook soft humming as he walked to the standing mirror by the farthest corner from the doorway. 

As he watched himself in the mirror, he peeled off his shirt and you took a shameless look at his naked back. Just as muscled as you remembered. He half folded the shirt and laid it atop the dresser, then checked you over his shoulder. 

“You’ve never done this before?” 

“No.” Lacking something to do with your hands, you fidgeted for a bit, picking at the hem of your dress skirt. Slowly you stepped out of your heels. You figured if Jungkook wanted you in those, he’d have said so before you got into this room. 

“Take a seat on the bed, at the end.” Jungkook spoke as he walked by again,heading for a large closet. A walk-in style, as you watched him turn the light on and step inside. Impressive enough, the way rods with garments neatly on hangers disappeared from view, wrapping into the depths, when you leaned a little to peek. 

By the time he came back out, camcorder in hand, you were sitting pretty. As you watched, he approached a tripod nearby. He moved it nearer, but just out of reach. Your legs crossed. A delightful tightness returned–a nice change from the dull throb you’d been suffering under. 

He WASN’T kidding when he said he liked to film. The man had a setup going, at least. Still amateur enough, but passionate. 

Jungkook turned to face you, smile returning as he opened the LCD screen, then thumbed a button on that same side. A small indicator light on the side lit up, first red, then green. The whirring sound of mechanical focus carried faintly over. 

He glared into the small screen, tugging at his lower lip with a gentle bite as a groan erupted. 

“I’m glad I get to do this with you, Y/n.” He spoke to you without looking up, still focused on what he saw in that tiny square of a screen.

Somehow that turned you on more but shyness was enough you stared at your knees. They bobbed as you bounced them for a moment. 

This time Jungkook’s tone was more soothing. A few levels deeper and clear–he spoke up. 

“Look at me. Look here..” When you looked ahead to him, right into the camera, his chin tilted. “Mmhmmm. Good. Now—” He stepped closer and knelt. You couldn’t help noticing how the joggers tightened so nicely over his muscled thighs. Your thighs squeezed together, completely without awareness on your part.

“---Say your name, for me.”

“Y/n..” You murmured. 

“Y/n… My beautiful friend. We’ve met before, haven’t we?” 

You nodded. 

“And did you have a good time, last time?” 

“Yeah.” You inhaled, then let a quiet moan slip. Why was this making you beyond perma-tight? You’d tried to inhale but couldn’t take a full breath. 

“Mnnnn..I did too. You have a beautiful body. Can you stand up? I want to see it.” He held out his free hand to assist and you took it. As he raised your arm to spin you, the camcorder moved down, panning the length of your body. 

He hovered at your ass when your back was to him. 

“You have an immaculate ass too.” He took another step back and squatted again. “Can I see? Show me?” His voice was thick with arousal.

You wanted to grab and feel how hard he must be–if it was anything like his tone implied. 

You lifted the skirt enough, bringing it higher until it sat at your waist. Underneath the lines of your panties cut an alluring line over the rounds of both cheeks. You heard Jungkook’s wavering groan. More whirring as he zoomed in. 

His touch followed one side of your panties, drawing back before he reached the crease of your thigh.

“So..fucking BEAUTIFUL. Look at that shape. Love it.” He paused, then slipped a finger under the panty line, gently guiding it towards the valley between your cheeks. “..How do you like to be fucked?” 

“Jungkook..” You mewled as your core clenched. He moved the other side of your panties inwards too, until the material was a semi-thong, right up the center. You already felt soaked and this was going to finish the job, the way the material was tight over your folds and aching clit. 

“Tell me, baby.” He breathed. “...Wanna know so I can give you this dick the way you want it. You DO want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You moaned, bouncing a little. Your ass jiggled faintly and Jungkook palmed himself as you watched. He bit his lip harder this time, then gave you a playful swat. 

“Goddamn…Answer me. I can’t handle it when you do that.” 

“I like missionary..and doggy.” 

“What a coincidence. So do I..” He grinned, then slowly stood up and moved back again as you turned to face him. “...You mind if I taste you a little?” 

“Would I mind? God..please.” You whimpered. 

“Strip off and get on there..” He pointed to the bed. 

You lost the dress in an eager shimmy, then the panties, nudging the clothing pile away enough. Jungkook stepped in when you sat down again and laid out flat.

It felt right when Jungkook knelt between your knees, gripped your hips and moved your body higher. Just enough only your calves hung off. 

He stroked a palm up your side, studying you, still through the screen. You loved the focus and how it was centered right between his brows, a line forming there. He was so..into this. Into YOU. You’d never felt this wet so quickly. Every breath your insides twisted too. 

As he caressed and squeezed your flesh, feeling your hip and ass with his free hand, he leaned over between your legs and laid the camcorder down near your other side, aiming the lens at your face. 

Then he slid back down and smoothed both hands up the insides of your thighs. “Nice and wide…” Your knees widened, opening your center. His brows rose as he gazed down into the sodden mess. 

“Is it…okay?” You mused out loud, worried for a moment.

Should you be embarrassed having him so focused so closely? But you couldn’t dig up any actual shame. And Jungkook’s brief moan told you it was completely unfounded.

His thumbs pressed into your labia on either side, pulling you apart. 

“Oh my fucking GOD baby.. Look at you… shit..” A loud groan boomed, washing your sex in pure heat. He was almost tender, tracing a finger along your lips, stalling shy of entering you. 

Then his face came down and the tip of his tongue prodded you open. Immediately it sent a current of pleasure through you. That feeling expended, like your folds when Jungkook lapped you hard, picking up pace.

Soon he was wetly licking you. The pitch of sound rose to a keen as he shook his head slowly. Sucked at your clit when he reached the top, then released and dove back down. 

The more into his work he got, the more your thighs shook. His arms wrapped over both, coordinating with your body to keep you down, pulling as your hips lifted his tongue stabbed. The muscle fucked into your opening firmer. 

Slowly the world melted away as your chest arched more. He moaned somewhere far below, between the pillars of your convulsing thighs. You were floating. Falling. Spinning. Your head rolled, profile pressed into sheets. 

When you spasmed hard and shrieked, Jungkook pulled back reluctantly. 

Then he reached across you, collecting the camcorder and stood. 

“...Feels like you’re ready, Y/n. You’ve got the sweetest, juiciest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Anyone ever tell you that?”  

You lifted your head, seeing Jungkook filming down at you, big, shining grin. Chin glistening. He looked so good you almost couldn’t speak, but you sputtered enough of a response. 

“N..no.” 

“Well I’m telling you.” He nodded down, moving the camcorder down, aiming right between your legs. So close you worried the heat was going to fog the lens. “..Spread it open. Show me how wet you are. All for me..” 

You barely managed to do it, fingers shaking as they plied slick glazed flesh. Not all the wetness was Jungkook’s saliva. Most of it was you. And that blew your mind.  

“You’re trembling, baby..” He cooed. His hand was steady–impressive, considering he had to be worked up as much. Jungkook was better at controlling his body. You were in trouble but you didn’t care. 

“Mhmm.” 

“Why?” He inquired, breathless. “Say why..” 

“B..because you. You did it. Your tongue..lips.. You made me feel SO good..” 

“That’s right…” He chuckled. “I did. I made you this way. Can’t help it with a perfect little hole like this. Can’t wait to fuck you. You think you’re ready?” 

You’d been ready the moment he touched you in the living room. But this was part of the game. You saw it in movies like this before. Now you understood why the girls sounded so fragile. You FELT like you’d burst if he made you wait much longer. 

“Okay baby..” His fingers traced over the back of your fingers, then your knuckles. He grasped your wrist and gently tugged your hand away. You moved the other one too, both falling to the bed on either side of your hips. 

“Lift your legs.” He instructed quietly, patting your shin until your knees hitched and bent, thighs high and wide. It relieved some pressure to be spread like this, but that would only last so long. 

Jungkook shuffled, one hand working to get his sweats down to his thighs, then he stepped out enough. Kicked them across the room, never taking his eyes off your splayed body. His cock bobbed, slapping his belly softly, rocking vertical. 

You saw the glimmering tip and knew: precum. For days—a trickle trail descending the underside. Seeing it had you fisting the sheets, wanting so badly to sit up and lick it all right back to where it came from. Instead you shuddered. 

Jungkook’s fingers circled low on his shaft and he stroked briefly, listening to your tiny whines and whimpers. You twisted a little, breathing shallow. It was agony but he was still smiling.

The camcorder angled down, right to your pussy, in tandem with the moment the head of his cock dragged along your folds, then nested into that ring of muscle. You fluttered, throat flexing in a cry. 

A weighted thump as Jungkook's cock spanked you briefly with a hissing 'Shhhhhh'.  

“You’ve been so patient, Y/n. Wanna fuck a little? You deserve it.” 

Jungkook finally ended the misery, leaning in with his weight to breach you. Your folds immediately melted apart like butter and he sank in deep. It was a single stroke–silky and hot. Tight, but pushing you wide open. Your knees jerked as your head kicked back. 

Jungkook exhaled, low. Pulled back slowly, then pushed in with more force. He didn’t go slow from there, setting a steady pace. He fucked you deep and firm, the camcorder barely rocking in his grip as he held it down over head, watching. 

You needed this–and he hit deep.

“...G..god yes.” You whined, neck lines tight, twinging a little as you clenched hard, then softened and your thighs spread more. You wanted it all. MORE.

“M..More..” You howled. 

Jungkook’s strokes picked up intensity. Soon the whisper of skin meeting became strikes–wet and loud. He drove himself steadily. More than a stroke a second. His breathing was unremarkable and calm, like he wasn’t pummeling your insides with every concerted thrust. 

It was sending you places you’d never been, eyes screwed shut as your spine arched harder. It was sudden and new: you were cumming, mid thrust. Your body seized as bliss rushed through you. 

Jungkook only slowed a little, cock easing back as he gulped a breath, watching a spurt of liquid chase his retreating cock. It trickled onto the bed. He waited a moment as you spasmed, then guided himself back in. 

This time he leaned in a little more, bringing the camera down closer between his hips and yours. It was loud and sloppy, the movement of his cock stabbing into you. Your nails raked skin: your thighs. The forearm of his palm braced into the bed. 

“Look at that.. Fuck baby…MORE..” He snarled, pounding you harder. It happened again and the world spun hard. Air left you in a long, wavering groan. He pulled out intentionally this time, watching another brief spurt of fluid strike his skin. 

This time he chuckled.

“What’s that? What happened?”

Didn’t matter that he asked with a smile all over his tone. You didn’t care if this was rhetorical. You knew the role. 

“I…keep cumming.” You bleated, not wanting to STOP cumming. Your head bobbed. “..S..squirting. Ca…can’t help it.” You nodded. You wanted more. 

“Why?” 

“Because you feel so fucking GOOD. Jungkook..please..” Your hips gyrated as he sawed himself over your soaked folds, teasing you with the pressure and the friction. 

“..That’s a good girl… Love squirters like you. Hits your spot doesn’t it.. This cock?” He fed himself into you and drove his point home–along with the head of his perfect dick, deep and firm. Right into your g spot. Sparks shattered behind your eyes and you screamed out ‘Yes’. 

It stung as your nails dragged. The savage pounding he gave you had your body frozen in a rigor of absolutely soul rending pleasure. You were on the verge of passing out when he slipped out and left you empty, pulsing with another orgasm you’d barely started. 

A hand grasped along the back of your neck, pulling you up. He grasped your wrist next, bringing you to your feet, then turned you away from him. When you tried to stand for long, your knees shook, forcing you to plant both palms into the bed.

It seemed exactly what he wanted. Jungkook palmed your ass, then delivered a hard smack. 

“Stay like that. Keep this pussy up for me, can you do that?” You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even find the words–it was all a mess in your brain. Especially when his cock prodded you again. He filled you up, as deep as he could get. 

It felt unholy, how deep he was. Everything inside you was clenched. Complete, pure perfection. You squeezed so tight and it scared you, how close you already felt, when his thrusts started again. Jungkook pumped into you–forceful. Energetic. Determined. 

You couldn’t hear his breathing over the sound of his hips hitting you. But you loved it. Without a doubt, down to your soul. Your hand groped back, clutching at the muscle of his thigh.

You dug nails in and he groaned, slamming harder.

“Yes..” You barely gurgled. When he slowed in favor of force, you gasped out. “Fuck me harder.” Then repeated the demand in a yelp as your whole body shuddered. Rocked. Jostled as Jungkook’s cock tamped impossibly deep. Like he was plunging well past your womb, to your stomach. 

This time you came so hard it buckled your knees, making you melt into the bed, shivering as he slipped free. A sprinkle of wetness was all that came from the enormous, gut wrenching contraction passing through. What little there was ran down your thighs, regardless. 

Your upper body slumped into the bed as Jungkook’s palm screwed against the small of your back, then rose to your nape. He leaned into the pressure and let his fingers curl through your hair.

His cock blindly thrust until he entered you again.

He was stroking slow. Selfishly enjoying your wetness. Letting his sounds unfurl, loud and long. 

“Beg for my cum…” He barked. “Fucking BEG for it..tell me you want it, baby.”

“God..Jungkook…cum inside me. Fill my pussy up…” You cried into the sheets, face awash in heat and sweat. Your teeth clattered as he savaged your pussy like a wild animal for a few more strokes, then drove deep and stilled. 

The pulsing sensation rising up his shaft, stuffed deep into your pussy, told you he was giving you the load you wanted. You NEEDED this. You had to feel him trickling out later. Who cares if you might think about this and panic later. 

Now was all that mattered. 

 For a few minutes you stayed bent at the waist, standing but semi-face down over the foot of the bed. When your eyes opened, you made out Jungkook carefully leaning into view, laying the camera nearby on the bed. 

Then his face turned your way. He contoured himself over your back and hugged you with both arms, nosing along your shoulder. His skin was wet and smelled so sweet. A kiss pressed the column of your neck, then his mouth moved to your ear. 

“Fuck..That was..so good. You feel me in that pussy? Bet I gave you every drop. You wanted it, didn’t you?”

You nodded, feeling like the word wobbled as your head moved. You swallowed, then croaked out a tired laugh. “Holy shit, Jungkook..” 

“Hmm?” He added a kiss to the nearer corner of your mouth. You turned into it, hoping for more, but he didn’t indulge, choosing to stare into your eyes. His pupils looked like blackholes, so gone was this man. 

“Felt…amazing.” 

“You’re amazing. You like my cock?” 

“I LOVE your cock.” You giggled. “You made me…squirt. Like…a lot.” 

“And I got it on video. You’re a natural on camera, you know that?” 

“Yeah?” It felt like the biggest ego boost in the world, coming from someone like Jungkook. He’d surpassed himself too.

It made sense, though. He was also like that at work, you’d heard AND now confirmed. 

“Hell yeah.” 

You wanted to ask for a kiss, but your brain was still too hazy. Jungkook studied your face as you noted the sweat along his temples and hairline. His neck too, the tattoos on his skin elevated by the shine of fluid. 

“Jungkook..” 

“What is it?” 

“Can we…do another..one?” 

His brows rose high enough to disappear under hair soaked at the tips, clinging on his skin. He groaned,a smile widening his features. 

“A scene?”

“Is that what it’s called?” 

“Yeah. A scene. You want to?”  Of COURSE he knew the terminology. You were a newcomer--not that this was your introduction to a casting couch.

“I do. ..You went down on me. I want to return the favor.” 

“Oh god, Y/n…I’d love it. You’d let me film it?” 

“POV blowjobs are one of my favorite search terms, you know.” You teased. It was exciting to see the way his eyes lit up. He reduced his smile so that it was nearly gone, offering a subdued nod. 

“And I love a good blowjob.”

With a cock like his? Jungkook deserved to know how much you’d been wanting to try out deep throat. This man made you want to try it ALL, and if he wanted to film every step? You could learn to really appreciate seeing yourself on film–and as sexy as he did. 

“I think you’ll find how good I am at that.” 

“I have my suspicions.” He countered. 

Jungkook helped you stand, then left you there, on shaking legs when he departed for the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a handful of washcloths and two hand towels, then went to work gently patting your skin. 

You watched, heart singing. Brain vibrating. Your soul was somewhere in space, orbiting Earth. 

“I’ll get us a snack. Water…Powerade or..whatever. What’s your hydration preference?” 

Of course he had options. He was serious about being prepared for everything.

You smiled, feeling drunk. Feeling so good. You loved all the world and everyone in it, right now. Swaying, you shrugged. 

“...Whatever. I’ll have what you have.” 

Jungkook finished wiping down your thighs, then stood chest to chest. His nose brushed yours as his head tilted. Again the urge to kiss him swam front and center. 

“Love it when you let me pick. I know what I want and I think it’s clear I can take care of you.” 

“Uh huh. At the expense of your coffee table..” Vaguely you gestured at the bed and the impressive wet spot, dampening a good portion near the foot. “..and sheet sets.” 

Jungkook went up on toes to look over you, to the mess left behind. He was about as concerned as he’d been the last time. 

“It was time to change the sheets anyway.”

“Want me to help before I go?” 

Jungkook’s eyes popped, then his brows drew up. The jut in his lower lip added to it all. He looked pouty and even more youthful. This must have been the playful, boyish side some girls crooned about. 

“What?” You chuckled. 

“You don’t need to go right now.” 

“Don’t I?” 

“No.” Jungkook scoffed and wound his fingers through yours, then tossed the damp hand towel on the bed and pulled you away from it. His slow walk guided you towards the bedroom door, mirroring the way he’d brought you here, as he continued. “..You can stay tonight. If you want.” 

“I appreciate the offer. Are you sure?” 

Jungkook nodded. A rakish smile grew as his brows relaxed. The innocent boy disappeared, melting into the plotting sexpot you’d been prey to. Which was a-ok with you. 

“We’ve still got plenty of time tonight and you wanted to do another scene.” For a moment he paused, rubbing his chin in thought. “...Unless you want to do the blowjob at YOUR place. I’m down…” 

“Oh my god.” You moaned as revelation washed you. That was so..unexpected and sexy. You blinked, waving a hand. 

He had you down the hallway and guided you through the living room, towards the kitchen by the time you could complete the thought. 

“We..don’t…god… No. …That’s okay.” You sputtered. “I feel more comfortable here.” 

You didn’t want to say you’d never met your neighbors and weren’t interested in changing that tonight, for the sake of a hot homemade sex tape. It was a given they’d never be as deaf as Jungkook’s neighbors seemed to be. 

You thought about it for a moment: any videos from tonight would mean some quality evidence for your friend, if you were inclined–which you hadn’t ever been before. Even if the fantasy of rubbing her nose in this whole Jungkook affair was amazing to think about.

Jungkook’s caress along your profile brought you back as he stood in the kitchen, facing you. He had one door of his double fridge open, the cooler air spilling across your skin. He didn’t seem bothered by the chill, but you were, skin prickled heavily. 

“Take a look.. Let me know? I’ll start making some snacks. Then we can see what happens from there.” 

You grinned. It helped to keep your teeth from chattering as you peered into the brightness inside the fridge, seeing rows and rows of drinks options and Jungkook’s impressively muscled shoulder flexing as he reached into the depths, moving things around on the shelves. 

“Juice is fine.” You finally said, then turned towards the living room space. Complete darkness had taken over there, with the tv shutting off automatically. You raised a brow as Jungkook came back upright, holding a carafe of juice. 

His smile matched yours, but he looked a little more confused. “I don’t know if you like OJ, but it’s fresh squeezed.” His stare followed yours to the TV area. “...What’s up?” 

“We could…watch a movie.” 

“Yeah?” He blinked, then his eyes flinched and his smile warmed. “Oh…yeah. We could watch a movie.. If you want.” 

“I want.” 

“Then I’ll take care of you there too. Get to the couch. I’ll be there in a few. Think about what you want to see.”

Or whom. I want to see US, Jungkook. 

You nodded, keeping that thought to yourself. At least until you’d sprung it on him, there on the couch. For now you let him stay in charge.

“Meet you there. What about the video camera? I’ll grab that.” Your suggestion made Jungkook pause again. He glanced towards the hallway, then nodded. 

Never was someone so born for it, who moved so well in a position of authority. What he lacked in some areas of self control, he exceeded in determination. ...Which you were finding increasingly appealing. 

“Good idea. You never know.” But you knew he knew. He had to know YOU knew too. Neither of you admitted. Just like when you showed up at his door tonight and he let you in. 

You both wanted this. And that worked perfectly.