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Inebriated

✑Pairing : Mafia heir! Taehyung x Mafia heir! Female OC

✑ Genre/Warnings: Forbidden Lovers!AU. TW- guns, blood, mentions of self harm Character death(?) Mild dose of swearing :)

✑ Words: 5k+

☞ Summary: Hearts that love, bullets that blind. or, in which, they are so inebriated by each other that they couldn't sense the danger. 

☞ Note: This has already been posted on wattpad! I am crossposting it here since wattpad has been pretty wattshit lately. 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you so :)

He pushed me against the red brick walls outside the club, breathing unevenly. His hair was disheveled, bangs covering his sweat dripped forehead. I could make out his brows, slightly under which were his eyes.

The ebony coloured pearls darting it’s stare straight at me. I was no stranger to this look of his, it was something I enjoyed to look at, despite it’s poisoning consequences. His chest was rising up and as he looked at me, my eyes, my nose, my lips- he took in all of it’s details. I often found him doing that.

His right arm was placed beside my face, the other arm was in his pocket. I looked at his lips, they were moist, swollen, and red. Very red. The light from the street lamp illuminated the shine on his swollen lips, I smirked remembering how they got so glossy and red to begin with.

He inched closer, and closer. With each deep breath I took, I found him much closer to my face. His damped hair covered his eyes, which I adored so much that I brought a hand and gently removed the hair. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and taking it all in from just a simple touch.

My hands went from his temples to his brows, tracing all of his beauty with my fingers. My fingers went from the corner of his left eye, softly touching the small beauty mark right under his eye- dragging my fingers to his cheeks and lastly to his lips.

I paused at his lips, my fingers gently going over the other beauty mark he had on his lips, my thumb went to his bottom lips- rubbing it steadily as I looked him in the eye. He yelped when I put both my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me- so close that now our noses were touching.

His expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about this. Excitement, want, guilt, lust and maybe . . . love? 

Now that my arms were wrapped around his neck, I brought my lips closer to his ears- breath fanning his ear lobe. He released a grunt when my lips gave a small peck on the nape of his neck. He quickly snaked his arms around my waist, rubbing my back as he waited for my next move.

His entire body grew hot with my touch.

My lips trailed gentle pecks on him, from his ear lobe to his neck until I reached his collarbone. I pressed my lips against his sensitive skin, kissing harder than before, a series of several small huffs and grunts released his mouth.

“Mmmh, you’re doing it so well, Doll.” , he said with a yelp, body warm with lust.

He pushed me off of his neck, one his hands tight around my waist. His eyes were on fire, the lust was engulfing the air- so seductive with it’s smell that we fell as it’s prey.

His other hand suddenly came to my jaw, turning my face harshly to look at him- his lips.

I licked my lips- out of habit or desire I didn’t know.

“Enough teasing, doll.”, his baritone voice said- I felt all of my senses numb when he brought his hand to run down from my torso, drawing circles on my skin.

Despite his enchanting gestures and voice, I didn’t want to give in playing around with him until he became so hungry for touch that he would dominate me with his lust was always the cherry on top.

“What if I don’t want to stop teasing, hm?”, my hands now released from his neck- roaming around his chest. Gently pressing in some areas where I knew he would react.

His brows joined, I could see he was getting impatient but I also knew he liked it- he liked it when I went so painstakingly slow, which would result in him going harder and cause me to melt into his embrace.

My hands went around his chest more, rubbing his abs which I could feel from his thin white shirt. He whimpered, submissive request following suit.

“Doll, please.”

“Please what? Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Please. . . touch me more. . . p-please, Doll.”

I smiled, feeling satisfied with the teasing, I lifted his head. He was panting harder- trying to keep himself in control so that he doesn’t do anything in public- outside a club.

I pulled him closer to me once again, my breasts were pressed against his hard chest. He shuddered with the feeling of myself so close to him, he looked at me with a look that asked for approval to touch me more. I nodded.

I bit my lower lip, giving in to his temptation and crashing my lips onto his.

“You taste so sweet.”

A gasp left my lips when I felt his hand squeeze my breast, his finger pinching the centre of it.

I kissed him, slowly- his lips felt like heaven itself against mine. His lips were soft, occasionally biting my lower lip as his hand continued to play with one of my breasts. A heavy moan left my lips, mouth widening. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside of my mouth, our sins entangling with one another.

It felt so good, to have him yarn for my touch, our hips flushed together, our lips interlocked. It all fits like a puzzle piece.

He bit my lower lip again, “ah- Taehyung-”

“Shut up, Doll.”

His hands went into a frenzy, twisting and squeezing my breast while I felt his hips press onto my lower region. “Mmfh-p-please! Tae-umpphh!” a sharp slap landed onto my lower region, then another and another.

“Huh? You like that, don’t you? You little bitch, always teasing me when you know I will go so hard on you.”

I didn’t have the strength to answer, his hands just felt so good against me- touching me in ways only he could. I wasn’t even surprised that I was intoxicated just his kisses. We didn’t do anything extreme yet, I found myself melting with just this.

Stuttering moans left my lips when I felt his lips on my neck, sucking it hard. “Answer me! When I ask something, you answer.”

I nodded with another grunt escaping my mouth. “Words, doll. I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Y-yes, Tae.”

Another moan came out, this time I felt his lips on my clothed breasts, he placed chaste kisses on them and moved back to my neck again. He was smiling. A range of red marks bloomed over my skin, soon turning into a dark shade of purple.

His hand was on my neck again, he placed his hands on the spots he marked. I felt his hips push into me more- I felt something hard poking through.

My hands went to his pants, tugging them. This caught his attention. “Looks like someone’s very excited, hm? Want me to help you with that, Tae?” my voice slurred out, a smirk on my lips.

“Yes!” He screamed, impatient. “Whatever you want, baby. Let’s go. Your house or mine?”

“Mine.”

“Anything you want, Tae.” With that, I closed our gap once again with a kiss. 

-

I shifted in the bed, tossing and turning when a ray of light hit my face. It was peeking through the curtains of the windows of his room. Lifting my head up from the pillow, a yawn escaped my lips. I was not sleepy but rather tired.

Tried due to yesterday night’s excessive physical exertion.

Rubbing my eyes to wake me up, I tried to sit upright on the bed only to be pulled back down onto the fluffy duvet. I felt a strong arm try to sneakily wrap its way around my waist. I was not fully awake myself but was conscious enough to know who these loving arms and this gentle embrace belonged to.

I gave out an audible chuckle when I felt his hand lift upwards from my waist to my chest, a shivering feeling went through me.

I tried to push his hands away in an attempt to get up from the bed but he launched his entire figure over me, spooning me into a cuddle. A sleepy groan left his mouth, my back was facing him with his hand around me but I could still make out his facial expression now.

“Hmmmm…Delilah, ten more minutes. Don’t go….” his voice broke out, it was deep yet so fragile. I couldn’t turn him down. I tried to reason with him.

“Taehyungie...we have work. We’ll get in trouble if we’re late.”

“It’s Sunday, Dell. We don’t have work today.”

He snuggled closer into my embrace, his chin resting on my shoulder. He placed small pecks on my shoulder blade, my eyes closed in his embrace as I smiled with his touch.

He knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him and yet he chose my weakness against me.

With the last kiss on my cheek, I quickly turned around to face him. His eyes were half close and he wore the softest smile I’d ever seen. He looked at peace. I brought my hand closer to his face making his morning hair. His skin looked so delicate and warm, I placed a hand on his cheek, bringing myself to give him a morning peck. It was a ritual at this point.

He hummed while holding my face, now we both were holding each other, looking into each other's eyes- wishing this moment would last forever.

A loud buzz interrupted our moment, closing my eyes with a wince. I let go of his face and turned to get my phone from the bedside table. My phone was on vibrate mode so I imagine it would be a text message but it was a call instead.

I opened my phone to see twenty missed calls.

“Shit.”

I sighed, dialing up the number. After two rings the other line picked up. Before I could even greet, I was shouted at - “LEE DELILAH WHERE WERE YOU ALL NIGHT?! I CALLED YOU SO MANY TIMES AND YOU NEVER PICKED UP-”

“Uncle, I was busy with work.” , I turned to look at Taehyung and he seemed to be in a call as well, he had a serious face.

“I assign you your work, Delilah. Don’t play smart with me.”

“Ugh, I have a personal life. YOU can’t interfere with that. Why did you call anyways-”

“Yes so about that, we have a mission tonight. I need you to meet me at the local place at 3:00 p.m. Not a minute early, not a minute late, understand?”

“Controlling bitch.”

“I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND OR DO I SEND MEN TO DRAG YOU HERE?!”

I flinched at his annoying tone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m hanging up.”

“W-wait- what’s the mission about? I would usually receive coordinates and details about it weeks before- this so sudden.”

“That’s a surprise. As far as I know, you’ll enjoy it.”

He hung up.

Scoffing at his egoistic behaviour, I tossed the phone on the bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see him still on his call. His brows were furrowed.

“I-. . . okay. Fine. Don’t disturb me now.”

He hung up, his face a little sour. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, wondering why he seemed pissed. He looked back at me and his expression softened. He scooted closer to me, his face now pressed in between my chest. He took a breath.

“What happened? Problem at work?”

“They’re making me go on a mission today!” he yelled, his face oozing out anger. “It’s Sunday, Dell, SUNDAY. The only day in the week when I don’t have to deal with their shit. The only day I get to spend with you. . .”

My eye softened looking at him, my hands were combing through his messy locks. I pecked his forehead before speaking.

“I know Tae, I hate it too. If it makes you feel any better, I also have to go on a mission today. Don’t know the details but I have to go in two hours.”

He looked up at me, round cheeks pressed against my breast as he pouted. Gosh, he looked so adorable, I could never say no to him.

“Well then, after work is over can we meet? I know we’ll end by midnight and you also end around midnight so can we meet after that. I wanna make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me for what, Kim? We aren’t even dating. You don’t owe anything.”, I teased while grinning a little. It was sad though, we both obviously had a thing for eachother but couldn’t proceed with the relationship due to work.

“ You know damn well we can’t make anything serious. but you also know damn well, no one is as special as you, Dell.”

“I know Tae… If only we could just quit, you know.”

“Honestly. I want to quit. I-i- This job is just not for me.”, he expressed with saddened eyes.

My eyes widened. I thought he was kidding, but the more I looked at him- the more I realized he was being serious.

I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to work in this field. It’s dangerous to say the least. But- we, us, we can’t just walk away from something both of our families are intertwined with. It's a family business and it’s hereditary.

Walking away won’t result in anything but sour death.

“Tae. . . w-we can’t. YOU can’t. It won’t result in anything good. Baby, that’s so risky!”

He sighed once again, pushing his face deeper into my chest- he liked doing that. Using my breasts as a pillow.

“Let's not talk work, okay? Let’s cuddle for a while. We both have to leave soon anyway.”

“You’re right.” I wrapped my arms around him, protectively. I relaxed under his warmth and tried to push my worries away. 

I ran towards the other side of the deserted parking lot. My rifle was with me on one hand. The safety was on, I hoped I wouldn’t have a situation where the safety of the rifle had to go off and someone had to receive its bullets. We were in a half-constructed building. It was almost ten p.m. now.

I was in my mission right now, another mission of capturing the enemy gang’s members to get information out of them- or so I was told. This mission, unlike my other missions, seemed very rushed. I remember looking at my uncles’ and my co-workers' psychotic grins when I reached our local hideout. They seemed bloodthirsty. So eager to absolutely destroy whoever we were against.

They were ready to kill- we usually didn’t kill unless it threatened our lives, but this, this was different. I had a bad feeling about this, ironic coming from me since all of my work is wrong if you look at it.

My Uncle- who is the leader of our Mafia gang, told me, I would enjoy today's mission. He said it was a hunt for my worst enemy. He said I would be happy to kill. I don’t know if I was happy to kill.

I was still not given the identity of the gang we were against, all I knew was they were our rivals for a long time- meaning they stole our stocks, we stole their stocks, and probably hacked in their shipments. And stealing from us is a very difficult task- meaning it’s only from one of the three other gangs that I’m against today. The Parks, Jeons or . . . Kims.

It felt almost nauseating- calling this gang ‘us’. This was not the type of ‘us’ I wanted, I never wanted to be a part of this illegal mess. Every moment I spent working for him was guilt-tripping.

It’s either the Parks- who took in our shipment details of the latest bullets and knife stock- this made my uncle furious. The Parks and Lees never got along but we never went against each other. It seems highly unlikely that he would go to such lengths against the Parks.

Or the Jeons, they were trouble. Jeon's blood ran with mischief and trouble. It was not until they tricked us three times that our former friendship blossomed into a nemesis. We hadn’t had any interaction with Jeons in a while. It was quiet from their end. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to go against them.

Then were the Kims. Our families have been rivals since the beginning of time. I never knew the reason why but what I knew very well was that if the Lee’s ever saw a living, breathing Kim around they wouldn’t waste a second before plunging a knife down their throat.

Deep down I hoped we weren’t fighting the Kims, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it. So, instead, I fooled myself into being oblivious.

I couldn't lash out on anyone if it turns out to be the Kims because I never was supposed to have any contact with them. I was supposed to be their enemy. A rival.

All the rivalry talk seemed to disappear in thin air whenever he was around. His sparkling eyes and heartwarming smile always put me in a state of reverie.

I heard gunshots a moment later, I hazily looked up to see three men run towards the car beside mine. They hadn’t seen me. They held bags behind their backs which I assumed were the files.

In front of the ramp- three other men were shot, mercilessly. It wasn’t just a simple shot- no- they were shot twice, thrice- heck even ten times. My co-workers didn’t mind wasting seven more bullets on an already dead body lying limp on the floor.

They looked like mad men. I gasped when I saw them take their protective masks off. It’s like they wanted the others to know it was them, it was the Lee’s who did it. I had never seen them so driven by the lust of killing to act like literal animals.

I heard the speaker attached to my ears- someone was connecting to me. “ Agent Week. Can you hear me? There are three people inches apart from you- do something! Shoot them. Now.”

“But I don't want to shoot. Can’t I guard this place instead? Ask the others to come from the front and I’ll block this exit.” , I whispered hoping they heard me through the small mic.

“NO. They are busy with the others. Do it, Agent Week. you can take down three men at once with your advantage.”

“I-i don’t want to.”

“Do it or else you’ll be dead too, Delilah.”

I gulped. Why were they threatening me so much? Why did we have to kill the men? How would we get information then-

“DELILAH QUIT STALLING AND KILL!”

“Okay! Fucking hell.”

I moved my hands around my leg, feeling the dagger against my socks in the boots. I turned to see if I had my poison darts at the right place before slowly creeping to the side of the other car. Pulling the safety of the gun out, I took a deep breath before aiming for the man who sat facing straight. His chest was facing my direction so I figured it would be easy to take him down.

*PANG! PANG!* the gun went twice and resulted in a loud screech, the man fell onto the floor with a thud. The two other men looked around to see where the shot came from, I settled down the sniper somewhere else and swiftly went under the space between the floor and the car. The rifle with me along with darts in case I had to fight them hand to hand.

“Good job, Ageen Week. now just two more men to go.”

“Shut up.” I muttered out of breath. I absolutely did not enjoy shooting that man in the heart twice in a sniper. This place smelled like metal and blood. It was so overwhelming.

I picked up my rifle when I saw one of the men come closer to the car I was under, I figured it was a good chance to stab him in the leg and shoot him once I got up. The other guy was searching elsewhere so I didn’t have to worry about him yet.

Slowly pulling out my dagger, I tugged at the man's legs, once he was in closer proximity, and shoved the dagger right through his foot. In a matter of seconds, I got up and covered his mouth with my arm. He tried to bite me but I was quicker. I stabbed his side and kicked his shin. He bent down in agonizing pain. I took this opportunity and shot through his ear. The bullet went flying out of his other ear- I was surprised it didn’t get stuck.

The lust of battle died over me when I realised what I had done. I killed two men in a night- in the most disgusting way ever.

I winced when I let go of the man and he fell on the ground. Blood oozing out of him, the fiery coloured liquid splashing onto my shoe. I felt like the other men who worked with me, ruthless, merciless and emotionless.

My lips trembled. My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to do this. This seemed so pathetic. I felt pathetic. My reverie was broken when I heard a voice through my ear speak.

“Alright, good. The worse way we kill them the better. Now- one more guy left. After that it’s all done. Hurry up, we don’t have all day for these fuckers.”

I had enough, I couldn’t kill another guy. I felt myself shaking. I saw from the corner of my eye, the other guy was running towards us. He was unarmed.

“N-no. I killed two people already. Ask someone else to kill him.”

“You.Kill.Him. Understand? Or you want to get a bullet through that retarded little head of yours too? I’m not giving you a choice here. You do as I say.”

“Psychotic fucker.” I mumbled to myself.

It was useless calling him psychotic when I was the one killing men left and right like a game of monopoly.

I felt someone's hand wrap around and neck and push me to the ground. He yanked the rifle out of my hand before banging my head on the concrete floor. A trail of blood rushed out of my temples.

Snickering, I elbowed the person- that person's hand was still around my neck. I didn’t waste a second and kicked that person's stomach and kneeing them to the ground while holding their hand in place.

I saw that it was the same man as who was searching on the other side of the building. “Yes! KILL.NOW!”

I don’t know what came over me, my eyes were blinded. All I saw was black. I grabbed the dagger, turning the man around- I didn’t even bother looking at his face. The dagger pierced through his tan skin. I heard a cry from a voice oh so familiar to me.

The dagger was still in his stomach. I fell back on my hips, the cry of the man sounded so similar. I was awoken from the blinding killing spree I had going on. I quickly got on my two feet and removed his mask. Begging to myself, to God, to everyone that it wasn’t who I thought it was.

Removing the mask I was greeted with the sharp eyes, long nose, and the soft and supple lips that I would very much die to kiss. He looked at me with saddened eyes. My eyes widened, I held his face close to mine.

‘No. . . no no no NO NO! PLEASE NO! T-TAEHYUNG!”

NO

I cried, my hot tears were spewing out faster than his blood, my tears fell on his chest. I brought my hands to his face and caressed his face once again. “Fuck- no- Taehyung. Why you- NO!”

He shakily brought his hand closer to my face and wiped off my tears with a gentle smile. A tear trailed down his eyes. He looked so broken, I was so broken.

“Tae. . .no. . . what have I done?”

“D-don’t blame yourself, Doll. I know you would never hurt me intentionally.” , his raspy voice broke out and he coughed out some blood.

More tears fell out of my eyes, all the memories of us together came back. Every look, every smile, every touch, every kiss. It all flooded in.

“My, my, my, Delilah.”

I looked up at his smiling figure- he was smiling when I stabbed him. My heart shattered.

He continued.

“I could see that girl was no good for me.”

I whimpered, my nose red as I held him closer to my embrace.

“But I was lost like a slave no man could free.”

He coughed out the words, this was a song he would sing to me very often. The nights when we sat at the mountain top with blankets over our heads as he sang the song- I could see it flash before my eyes.

“I’m. . . so sorry,. . .Taehyung.”

“Forgive me, Delilah. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“No-no! Taehyung. I-i-I’ll get you out of here, okay?”

“I’ll forever be the slave of your love, Delilah.”

“Then take me with you. . .”, my last words were a hushed whisper..

And with that, his eyes shut, the loving orbs that eyed me with so much care shut. His long lashes not moving. Biting my lips harshly, I picked his limp body up, I was going to flee this place. I had to.

When I turned around, Uncle and around fifty other men were standing. All holding guns in their hands. I looked at uncle with a cold stare. He remained unfazed and held his hand out to me. I got up myself and looked him in the eye with a death glare.

He chuckled, smirking at me. His eyes were darting back and forth from me and Taehyung. His smirk barely stood there by a thread.

“I thought the rumors of you being with the Kim was fake. Guess not.”

“You did this on purpose. That’s why you didn’t tell me who we were attacking, didn’t you? You wanted me to kill Tae! You crazy bastard.”

“Tae? Don’t tell me you guys are close. Well- not that it matters anyway. He’s dead. And you will be too if you don’t follow along.” , he sneered at me before five other men held my limbs and two other men dragged Taehyung's lifeless body through the rough floor. 

-

I walked inside the tall building. It was intimidating to look at such a huge tower- I felt a bit nervous. I was going to submit the files I stole from a heavily guarded warehouse. Sighing I entered the elevator.

This has been my everything for the past nine months. Wake up, work, get slapped occasionally if I refuse to shoot or stab an innocent bystander, get threatened to death by him and then cry myself to sleep. 

After I was ripped apart from him that night, they never spoke a single word about his death. They showed no sign of remorse, they laughed instead, their laughter echoed in the walls of my head. They enjoyed watching me suffer so much.  The utter joy that they received from watching myself crack like glass built up trepidation within me.

It was a weird cycle, sometimes I feared so much for my dear life that I was willing to do whatever they asked me and sometimes this very life didn’t seem dear enough to live in.  

It was always when the sun slept that I had those thoughts, those dreams of that night. That iron smell, the thick blood splattering everywhere. It was the time I felt that maybe this life wasn’t for me. 

 Despite this, I made a promise to myself- to never show what I truly felt to them. Even if I died with their hands, I would never let them know how they affected me. 

The emptiness of my own sorrows swallowed me whole everyday, I relived the same cycle each day hoping that I could one day breakfree. I knew it was not possible for me to break through them. All this time they used my own life against me, I didn’t mind it anymore. The quicker they pull the trigger of the gun, the quicker it will be till I am with him again. 

If I couldn’t be with him in this life, maybe in the next life? 

After returning the files, a box was shoved towards my face. It was a white coloured box- I didn’t have to open it to know what it was. 

Tonight I had another mission, it was a bit different from what I usually do- but nothing I can’t do. 

The lights of the club were bright, they were dizzy shades- the ones meant to bring you into the mood of being carefree. I remembered this club, the memories were just so colourful and vibrant in my head. It was the night before I betrayed him with my carelessness. 

We were making out on the side of the club, I remember him being a bit hesitant because we were practically wanted in this state but he gave in regardless. He gave in because he adored me so much. The happiness I had when I thought about him washed away as soon as it came. 

Right, I'm here for work. Not him. He’s gone.

Fiddling with a piece of pill wrapped in edible-plastic, I shoved it towards my gum so that no one could see it. I could already feel the plastic slowly melt in my gums. I had to be quick.

On the other hand I held the small glass bottle that had a white coloured liquid in it. The glass bottle reflected the neon lights of the club, I paced back and forth looking at it with expressionless eyes. 

I scoffed while rolling my eyes when I remembered my uncle giving me the bottle with the words : “Make sure to drink it after slipping the pill in, okay? This will make sure you don’t get the poison, Sweetie”

Sweetie.

He called me sweetie. Very ironic considering how his words salted my wounds.

With a small huff I walked towards the bar of the club. I spotted the older man who was my target. He wore flashy yellow coloured pants and had his hair styled into a manbun. Despite his bold and eye-catching clothing, he looked like a simple man. 

I swayed my hips from side to side, heels clicking on the marble floor as I made my way towards the empty seat beside him. My lips curved into the most convincing and charming I could make in this situation. My purse clutched on my right hand, I prepared to seat myself on the chair before a man with wavy black hair and a dark red suit sat there. 

My eyes narrowed and my smile dropped for a second. Faking out a chuckle I sat beside the man in the red suit. He turned back to look at me, his face was covered with a black mask. The mask had intricate details of silver on it that glimmered whenever the pink and blue lights of the bar hit. 

I plastered a knowing smile as he turned back to face the man in yellow. He knew I wanted to sit beside him but refused to meet my stare. My smile barely stood there with a thread- I just wanted to get over with this stupid mission and go home! 

“For fucks sake, he’s wasting my time!” , I muttered under my breath but the guy seemed to have heard me because he perked up when I spoke. 

 Gingerly he turned his head around and looked at me skeptically, I suddenly felt nervous under his stare. The way his eyes moved up and down on me- it seemed so familiar. Darting my attention elsewhere, it fell on his body which was clad in red. The red looked bloody- like it was made up of real blood. 

My eyes trailed upwards till it reached his breast pocket, a golden flower peeking through. It was a sunflower. I liked sunflowers. 

Stopping myself from thinking more about the flower, I glanced back at him- he was still looking at me with his sharp eyes. That’s all I could tell anyways because the mask covered up the rest of his face. The way his hands were fiddling with a ring on his right next finger, or the sunflower in his pocket or the stare he gave me- it felt way too familiar. 

I felt nauseating. Abruptly jumping out of my seat, I grabbed my purse and took a step out. I was going to approach that old man and get it done now. I can’t get distracted. 

A hand tugged my dress, stopping me from moving. Turning back, I recognized the silver ringed hand and the red sleeves. But what I didn’t know I’d be able to recognize was the face of the person who halted me. 

His mask was laying on the bar table. The blue light fell on his head, I could realise that fiery glare from anywhere. His lean nose with a small beauty mark and pink lips with another beauty mark.

My eyes widened, in shock I released the purse from my arm, it hit the floor. My breath hitched. 

Connecting my stare to his, he smiled softly before holding my hands and saying, “ Delilah, don’t go. . .again.” 

It was like my world flipped upside down when the warmth of his hand embraced mine. 

“T-taehyung?”

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THE PREQUEL IS HERE MY DUDES !!!! 

read Our Love in two lines 

super fluffy and cute and heart warming, my very smol valentines day gift which is way over due but im sorry!! a girls gotta do what a girls gotta a do :D

Her Love in two lines

✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

✑ Genre: fluffy fluff uwu

✑Warnings: none, tae is best boyfie for lifey 

✑ Words: 1K 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

♡ this is a prequel to Our Love in two lines! couple hehe. You can also read this as a stand alone fic!

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

The metal hand of the clock was moving, your eyes fixed on the ticking hand as the minutes went by. You were running late from work again. With a disheartened sigh, you feverishly relaxed back into the small subway seat. It was not comfortable but you had to make do. 

Your head was starting to hurt again, how could it not? 

The image of your boyfriend’s disappointed expression clouded your thoughts as the busy chattering of people in the subway faded to the back of your mind. Oh, your boyfriend would be so so upset. With your busy schedule and his overbearingly busy schedule it was almost impossible to have some alone time together. You had promised him, held his hand tightly and brought it up to your face and kissed it. Smiled and promised that you would spend more time this week. 

Now you’re running late on the very first date you guys planned for in months! It was valentine’s day today! 

Must you be such a terrible girlfriend? It was undeniably hard to convince your boss; Mr. Choi gave you a couple days off, he settled with half days.  

Your fingers gently touched the velvety petal of the rose from the bouquet. It was for him. A vivid memory flashed before your eyes, you remember him saying that he disliked red roses on first dates. Was too intimate, his words not yours. Maybe this set of flowers today will be a gentle push to silently tell him that you too are worth the intimacy. Your relationship has been sailing on the sea of love for the past year now, it was about time. 

Your palms were sweaty as they held the door knob to your apartment. Glancing to your side, you spotted a pair of black flip flops beside the show rack. Oh he was home. 

Should have seen it coming, Kim Taehyung and time are two things that remain punctual to no end. 

As your tired frame entered the dim lighted apartment, you spotted him sitting on a bean bag with a book in his hand. He must have kept himself busy- wait. A book?!

Your brows creased together as you walked closer to him while setting your bag on the nearby counter. 

It was quite the unusual sight, Taehyung and a- what was that captivated between his slender fingers? A Nicolas Sparks novel? 

His sharp eyes quickly landed on you, holding you down simply with his gaze. 

“Hey Tae, what ya doin’ there? Readin’ a book?” 

“No, I was staring at the pages until I could fall asleep since someone decided to take a whole century to reach home today.” he deadpanned. 

The bouquet in your hand suddenly felt heavy and so did your heart. You felt as if you had done it now, pissed him off to a scary point. 

He gingerly sat the book down beside the bean bag, you noticed it was upside down. 

Quick to his feet as he stood up and looked at you. “Tae- I’m so so sorry! I didn’t know it would take so long-”

His finger went over your soft lips, shushing you. His eyes crinkled before he released a big grin. “You really thought I would get mad at you for working? Hm?” 

Your lips parted so to speak but no words came out. Taehyung’s warm hand cupped your face before he pecked your cheek. “Taehyung- what are you-?”

He kissed your lips again, this time a bit rougher but still tender enough. “You thought that I, your boyfriend, would get mad at you for working hard? When you work so hard everyday all day to pursue your passion?” 

You once again remained speechless. “You.” kiss “Are.” kiss “Worth.” kiss “All.” kiss “The.” kiss “Wait.” kiss. 

You felt yourself melt into a puddle when his big arms reached out to hold your waist and bring your smaller frame even closer. You blinked before turning your big round eyes towards his face, a small pout adorning   your lips. “So you’re not mad that I’m three hours late?” 

“Nope. Not even one bit.”

“It’s kind of reasonable for you to be upset, Tae.” 

“But I’m not, babe. You waited weeks for me when I was out on tours, doing performances or was trapped in my studio. You waited, you never got mad. You always hugged me, said “it’s okay.” and comforted my pathetic ass, why won’t I do the same for you?”

“Also because I would be an ass of a boyfriend to be mad at you for doing your job, no?”

You looked into his charcoal eyes with a sense of gratitude. You were grateful.

“Kim are you saying my ass is pathetic too?” you teased with a small smirk, trying to divert the topic into a less emotional one and held his collar, tugging him closer. 

“No dear, what I am saying is, your ass is in fact perfect.”

His hand sneaked back to squeeze your butt a few times before breaking out into a big chuckle.  You both laughed as you settled down on the bean bag. 

“I also got you a little somethin’” 

You handed him the bouquet as he looked down at it with a soft smile. “I’ll accept these roses because you’re an exception and because your ass does look exceptionally good in those tight jeans, babe.” he giggled. 

“Tae!” 

“What? Just admiring my beautiful pretty flowers and her pretty assets. Every man’s dream.” 

“Shut up you dork.” your hand traced his jaw with a small curve as it travelled up to his fluffy hair. He kissed your lips in return. 

Taehyung was worth it, he was worth every rose petal and every kiss. He was worth every shout and every tear. This man and his boyish smile was worth every bit of your heart and so much more. From the way he gets down to pick up your discarded blanket from the floor every morning to how he carefully selects the perfect songs for your shower playlists, to his cheeky grin whenever he “accidentally” puts salt in your coffee instead of sugar and makes it up by giving you endless kisses. His warm heart in those stressful days is so worth it. 

“You know what I realised, Tae?” 

He hummed in response as he played with the locks of your hair, twirling it between his fingers with curious eyes. 

“You are worth everything.” 

@youmistme​

a/n: did anyone ask for this? no. do i care? also no. I just love OLI2L couple so much they deserve the world :)

༊*·˚ an evening with your crush; Kim Taehyung fanfics •

| Genre - fluff • Oneshot

| Kim Taehyung x reader

• With a sigh, you sat down next to Taehyung on the couch. Your mood had soured as a result of your boss's lengthy lecture. Working from home had been difficult for you to manage. To relax, you began massaging the back of your neck and stretching your legs.

You cast a glance over at Taehyung, who was engrossed in his laptop. His long, slender finger typed away at the materials quickly. He had a spectacle on the bridge of his nose that was protruding. His bangs of fluffy hair were stuck to his brow. Also, the bread cheeks were absolutely adorable. You smiled to yourself as you glanced at him.

You've had a thing for Taehyung since the first time you met. It was the icing on the cake to be his roommate. He was sweet, attentive, and a little possessive at times, but that didn't bother you. In general, he was a fantastic friend. And you were fortunate to have him in your life.

He took a breath when he became aware of your presence beside him. "Are you in a bad mood?" he inquired, without looking at you. You gave a nod as you turned to face him, your lips pursed.

"Yes, in a way. My eardrums are already aching from listening to the boss lecture about the designs." You laughed and continued to massage your neck and shoulder.

Taehyung sighed and turned to face you "You should start looking for alternative businesses right now. You've been there for over a year and they still treat you like a beginner, taking credit for your efforts." Your spine shivered as he spoke sternly and fixed his focus on you.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your lap. "That's something I'm aware of, Tae. However, getting new work is challenging right now. However, I am attempting to locate other businesses. My boss is a true monster." Stretching your legs and resting your head on the couch's back, you relaxed. You got a nod from Taehyung.

"Cheer! Today is the premiere of a new episode of the drama. We'll watch it together once I finish my project," he murmured, wriggling in his seat. You couldn't help but chuckle along with him at his antics.

You walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. You dug into the cabinet and discovered a bag of chips. You set the bag aside, deciding to share it with Taehyung while watching the drama. Instead, you bit into a chocolate bar. You returned to the living room and sat down next to Taehyung.

You locked your gaze on him and were engrossed in his cuteness once more. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice your attention. You gave a small smile to yourself and walked closer to him. He was unconcerned by their proximity. You automatically lifted your hand and brushed your finger through his fluffy locks, mesmerised by his attractiveness. You pushed his bangs away from his brow. Your thumb touched his cheeks tenderly. When he gazed at you out of nowhere, you were taken aback. You took a step back and dropped your head in embarrassment.

You fumbled and fiddled with your fingers as you said, "Uuuuuhhh I am s-sorry." You gulped the ball of nerves when you didn't hear from him. You lifted your head, on the verge of tears, and stared at him. He smiled sweetly at you and knelt down to your level.

He inquired softly, "Hey, what are you apologising for?" You sniffled and shook your head.

"I apologise for the inconvenience. I shouldn't have done it to you,"

"So? You are not forbidden from doing so."

You sneezed once more and fixed your gaze on him. He laughed and moved his body closer to your ears. In husky tones, he said, "I liked what you did there." When his lips kissed your cheeks, your eyes widened.

"What?" he said, amused by your bemusement.

You turned away from him, blushing. He didn't say anything else and walked away to finish his task. You sat in silence, waiting for Taehyung to start the drama and come over to sit next to you, his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

He was quickly interested in the drama that had begun. However, thinking about what he said made your thoughts race. When you thought about the kiss, your cheeks flushed. The corners of your mouth twisted up in a smile.

You, too, were caught up in the drama or at least attempted to be. You began to feel weary as your eyes were heavy in the middle of the drama. You shifted in your seat, noticing Taehyung shifting and toying with his lips as well.

Half-smiled as he stared at you. You gazed at him with your brows wrinkled. He puffed as he scratched the back of his neck. In a whisper, he asked, "Can I tell you something?" You nodded in agreement.

"Y/N, I-I like you. I've had feelings for you for a long time, but I was hesitant to tell you because I was frightened you'd hate me and our friendship would be broken. I can't let you go, and I can't let go of what we have. However, I appreciate your decision "When your lips collided with his soft lips, he was halted in the middle. Your heart was racing, yet you remained motionless. He kissed you again while closing his eyes. While he rubbed your back, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer.

To catch your breath, you broke the kiss. He smiled broadly as he rested his forehead on yours. "I love you," you said quietly as you beamed at him. He drew back and enlarged his eyes, blinking a couple times.

He said, "Do you love me?" You gave him a nod and kissed his lips. He jumped from the couch with a rectangle smile on his face. He spun you around in his arms after lifting you up.

"I love you. I love you "He kept repeating himself, and you laughed along with him.

You cried out, "Put me down quickly, my head is spinning!" He sat you down and then yanked you up.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. You made me ecstatic."

"And you made my life," you said as you hugged him and smiled broadly.

Vegas, Baby - Part III

Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there's a little more legality to it than that?

Warnings: Explicit Language, Mean housekeepers >:(, Tae's kind of a boob. If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 3.6k [Sorry it's shorter :'(]

“So let me get this straight,” Lily said, pushing her hair off her face.

“Vante is a mafia member who accidentally got drunk with you last night, you two got married, and now you want us to lie to your parents and tell them that you got a job opportunity here and are staying with us? While you go who knows where?”

“Yes,” Taehyung said.

“Yes...” you said in an equally soft voice.

“I’m calling the cops on you motherfucker!” Jessi growled, flipping Taehyung off before walking for her phone.

“It won’t do you any good, I’ve got members in the police force here,” Taehyung said.

“You don’t scare me dickwad,” Jessi snarled out.

“That is an unwise decision,” Taehyung grit out, looking at Jessi unimpressed.

“Okay, guys. Listen-”

You were promptly cut off.

“No, Y/N, you listen. Do you honestly expect us to do this? Lie to your family while we have no idea where you are or what you are doing? Do you really think so little of us that you expect us to be your little cronies?” Lily gaped.

You were about to start in again when Taehyung stopped you.

“I know something that is pretty universally accepted,” Taehyung said, pulling his wallet out and taking out several hundred dollar bills. “How much?”

SMACK!

Lily had tears in her eyes.

“How dare you,” she warned, a dangerous look crossing over her face.

“Lily,” you whispered.

She wasn’t the violent one. It was always Jessi ready to throw down at a moments notice. He really pissed her off.

No.

He really hurt her.

“Get out of here,” she said to Taehyung.

“But-”

“Y/N, don’t push me,” Lily stated.

You shut your mouth and looked down at your feet. You knew this was a bad idea, but it was the only option that would keep your parents safe. This had to work, you had to convince them.

Taehyung smirked and rubbed his cheek lightly.

“Fine, I’ll be waiting for you in the car,” he said to you.

Walking out the door, the girls circled you.

“So, you’re married huh? Where’s the proof,” Jessi asked, looking at your ring finger.

“Here,” you said, pulling the license out of your purse.

The two of them looked at it, googling fraudulent marriage licenses for proof.

“It’s authentic, the seal at the bottom confirms it,” Lily said quietly.

“So, how are you going to fix this?” Jessi asked you.

“I don’t know. I really am lost and... And I messed up our girls week... I’m so sorry,” you whimpered.

“Don’t, don’t pity yourself right now. You’re in deep shit, you got that? You gotta be strong,” Lily stated.

“You’re right,” you said, wiping the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

“So, you got married. Legally, might I add. To a mafia member?” Lily looking at you for confirmation.

“That’s what he said,” you said.

“Y/N, he could be a lunatic. Don’t take everything that he says like it’s law, you might be able to weasel your way out of this,” Jessi said, looking down at the paperwork.

“Just ask for an annulment,” Lily said.

“I’d have to wait three days. My parents have already called me four or five times. Expecting me back home!” you cried.

“Listen, if anyone can find a way out of this, it’s you. I believe in you,” Lily soothed, brushing your hair from your face.

“Okay, I asked him earlier if I could get an annulment, and he said that there’s no way. He said that stray members of the mafia would come looking for me and my family, trying to get to him. What if he’s telling the truth? I don’t wanna risk it,” you said.

“Like I said, you can’t take what he says at face value. You barely know the guy. He could easily be lying,” Jessi commented.

“But what if he isn’t? What if this is all true, Jessi? I can’t take that chance, not with my family. Not with you guys,” you warned.

The girls sighed and looked at you.

“You have to play along then. Be his wife, do what he says. If he really is serious and there is a threat to your family and us, then, being with him will solve the problem for now. We will continue to work on getting you out of there. But for the time being, tell your parents that you’re staying with us and looking to get a visa to work here for a while. Just to have a little freedom,” Lily explained.

“Okay,” you said.

“And Y/N, you call us if anything goes sideways. You let us know the second something smells fishy and we’ll get you out of there,” Jessi said.

“Okay. Yeah, I can do that,” you answered.

“Alright. We’ll get your stuff ready,” Lily said, heading toward the spare room.

Jessi sat out with you and made small talk, but honestly you were too stunned to even process what she was saying. Was this real? What if he was a lunatic and was planning on murdering you?

But he had several opportunities to harm you during the day, and he hadn’t. So, perhaps there was some decency in this man.

Lily came back with your suitcase and a couple of other small bags.

“I love you girl, be careful,” Lily said, hugging you tightly.

“I love you too. Both of you,” you whispered, hugging back just as tight.

“Alright quit hogging her, my turn!” Jessi whined, coming forward and wrapping you in a tight hug.

The girls brought your stuff out to the car and loaded it up. Taehyung was still in the driver's side, looking at you with mute interest.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, going for the passenger side.

“Listen asshole, you hurt our Y/N, and you’ll have hell to pay,” Jessi warned.

“You don’t scare me,” Taehyung sneered.

“That is an unwise decision,” Lily mocked.

Taehyung just huffed and put the car in gear and headed out towards the road. Taehyung was silent and you just settled in, already feeling your eyes drooping from the exhaustion settling in your bones.

Taehyung turned on some music, but it was already fading into the background as you were lulled into sleep.

--

You were awoken by someone shaking your shoulder.

You jumped up and saw Taehyung looking at you. It was much darker than when you had fallen asleep.

“We’re here,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out. You nodded and got out, fully ready to see a basic house setup when you got out. But... What you were greeted with exceeded your wildest expectations.

A huge mansion stood before you. Cut out of the finest stones you’d ever seen. It was gorgeous. Large bushes surrounded the property that seemed to expand on for ages. But the most beautiful thing was a large greenhouse that sat detached from the rest of the building. You could already tell it housed the most beautiful flowers and plants from around the world.

“T-Taehyung,” you stammered, looking ahead in bewilderment.

“Yes?” he asked, sounding slightly too smug for your liking.

“What is this?” you asked.

“Home,” he said, tossing his keys to a man in a black suit before walking down the pathway towards the house.

“Hold on!” you squeaked, heading after him.

“Now, Y/N, the staff here at home have already been alerted to our predicament. But my parents aren’t to know, your friends and my staff are the only ones who know the truth. And, well, us of course. But, you aren’t to tell anyone that you aren’t my wife. You are to play the role, and I will provide for everything you may need,” he told you.

“Who are you?” you squeaked, looking over at Taehyung in shock.

“I’m exactly who I said I was. I’m Kim Taehyung, member of the mafia,” he said, avoiding your question.

“What rank are you in the mafia?” you asked, moving slowly behind him.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to Y/N,” Taehyung warned, not turning back.

“Tell me,” you urged, standing still.

Sighing, Taehyung turned around and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I am the head of the Mafia in Korea, I’ve been living in the states for at least three years. I’m working on missions here in the US to help out my brothers here. The US and Korea have been working closely together the last couple of years. But there’s always to goody two shoes in law enforcement making trouble,” he smiled.

You scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s the members of law enforcement that are making the trouble,” you said.

“Don’t be too quick to pick a side, Y/N,” Taehyung stated.

“What do you mean?” you asked, moving to stand next to him.

“Mr. Kim!” a shrill voice opened the door. She stood approximately five feet off the ground. Maybe a little more. She wore a black dress that reached just above the floor. It had gold buttons pinning it together. It looked expensive, the way it flowed off her shoulders. But her face, she looked as though she was at least in her sixties. Maybe older. But she didn’t appear to be pleased.

Taehyung visibly stiffened. You looked at him with curiosity, what had him so riled. Even a slap didn’t aggravate him earlier. But this had him putting up his back like no one's business.

“Ah, there might be one more person who isn’t happy about our union. You had Jessi and Lily... I have, Mrs. Blight,” he sighed. You raised a brow but followed him forward.

“And what kind of hour do you call this Taehyung?” she said so plainly.

“I call it,” he looked at his watch, “eight thirty.”

“Don’t be so quick to be sarcastic little tiger, I will beat your rear end so hard that you won’t sit for three weeks!” she smirked.

“As if you could reach it,” he scoffed, moving to walk in.

“Who is the girl?” she asked, unfazed by his insult.

“My wife, I thought everyone was updated. You’re slowing down old girl,” he smiled.

“Taehyung, she’s an outsider. We can’t trust her. Kill her,” she demanded.

Your blood ran cold, looking at her with shock. She said it so plainly. As if your life was forfeit in this matter. As if you were just an insect under her shoe, something to be squashed and dealt with quickly.

“Mrs. Blight, if I kill her, then the other mafia bosses will think I have no principals. It’s immature to kill your wife, especially an accidental one. How will they view me if I create a problem and take care of it in that manner?” he reasoned.

“I don’t care, she will go to Jeon Jungkook. She will sell you out,” Mrs. Blight accused.

“I don’t think so, Mrs. Blight,” he said, already climbing the staircase.

“You are so quick to turn your back on this problem? I thought you said you were to handle this in a mature fashion,” she scoffed.

“Ah, Y/N, this is Mrs. Blight. The keeper of this house, she served my parents when they lived here and will serve us while we live here, if there is something you need. See to it she is the one you ask,” Taehyung smirked.

“T-That’s okay, I don’t think-”

“I serve the master of this house, and him only. You, are inconsequential,” she waved you off dismissively.

“Mrs. Blight. She is my equal in this house. You are to serve her as you serve me. That is an order,” he said icily.

“Taehyung-”

“Mrs. Blight. Do I remind you who is incharge in this house?” he asked, turning toward her, a glare in his eyes.

“No, Master Taehyung,” she gritted out.

“Good. Now, Y/N hasn’t had dinner. Please make sure that hyung prepares her something good to eat,” he said, turning toward the stairs once more.

“Taehyung,” you said softly, looking up at him. He raised a brow and looked at you with curiosity.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Y-You haven’t eaten either,” you said.

Mrs. Blight scoffed.

“Pretending you care will get you nowhere in this house,” she snarled.

“I’m not pretending,” you bit back. Surprised at yourself you looked at Taehyung. He was smiling.

“I haven’t but I will call hyung and have him bring me something in my study. You are free to move about this house Y/N, except for my study and my room. You have your own room that I will see is prepared for you. If you need anything else, let Mrs. Blight know,” he smiled and turned before heading off.

“Come along,” Mrs. Blight said, heading off.

You followed quickly, then remembered your bags in the car.

“Wait! My stuff is still-”

“It’ll be brought to your room, now do shut up, your mere voice is trying my patience,” she said, stalking down the hallway at a pace that was remarkable for someone of her age. Her black dress billowed out past her, creating a smoke like effect when she walked. You remained silent behind her, but kept looking around the house.

The floors were marble, beautifully carved. You watched the veins that ran through them.

Then it all hit you.

He was telling you the truth.

You had married a mafia boss. A powerful, rich and dangerous man. Who had dangerous people after him. This wasn’t going to be the comfortable life he promised, you already knew that there was going to be something that glitched in the system. You felt dread pile in your stomach like bricks, and suddenly you weren’t so hungry.

Walking into the kitchen, there was a tall man at the stove, cooking what smelled to be like a steak.

“Seokjin, there is someone here you need to meet,” Mrs. Blight said, pulling out a stool for you.

Sitting down quickly, you stared at the countertop in silence.

“One moment, the steak is almost ready for Master Taehyung,” he said.

“You need to meet the new Mistress of this house,” she said, venom enlacing in her tone.

“Oh!” he said, turning around and looking at you with interest.

“Um... hi?” you said awkwardly.

“Hello!” he said, smiling brightly at you. His teeth were pearly white, and straight as an arrow. You marveled at the perfection that was this man. He was tall, broad shouldered and stood with such grace it made you want to faint.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding your hand out.

“Lady Y/N, how nice,” he smiled, taking your hand and shaking gently, but firm.

“You don’t have to say Lady Y/N, that’s not necessary,” you said.

Mrs. Blight snorted and looked in the other direction. Seokjin frowned but sighed.

“It’s part of my job, as the Mistress of this house you have a title. I must call you by that title, Taehyungie would kill me if I miss addressed you,” he said.

“But you just called him Taehyungie and not Master Taehyung,” you pointed out.

“Freudian slip,” he smirked.

“That’s not-”

“Oh the steak!” he said, rushing towards the stove and plating the meat. A server came in and took the meal once it was all set. Seokjin was quick to come back to you.

“What can I make for you?” he asked.

“Um, I-uh,” you stammered.

“Good lord, just make her a salad or something. That’s what girls these days eat,” she waved you off.

Anger simmered underneath the surface, but you kept yourself in check. She was purposefully taunting you. Wanting you to snap so she could go and whimper to Taehyung.

“Actually, I’d like some pasta if you have any?” you asked, looking forward to the carbs.

“Pasta! As if you need to gain any more weight!”

“Mrs. Blight! Hold your tongue, she looks lovely, and I will make her as much pasta as she wants,” he smiled, already getting started.

She simply turned up her nose and headed out the door.

“Don’t mind her,” Seokjin started.

“Huh?” you said, turning to look at him.

“Oh, Mrs. Blight. She worries about Taehyung. Has ever since he was a kid. He gets into a lot of trouble. And she worries that something is going to happen to him. And we were all kinda shocked when he said he’d be bringing his wife home with him,” he explained.

“Well, it’s kind of a shock for both of us too,” you said.

“I bet,” he answered.

You two sat in silence while he cooked, you simply watched him work. The kitchen was large, inhabiting a large island in the middle at which you were sat. Seokjin worked around the two stoves on the other side of the kitchen, swirling and sampling, cooking you up a feast.

Soon, you watched as he placed a perfectly cooked fettuccine alfredo in front of you.

“There you are, I hope you like it,” he said, looking bashful.

“Seokjin, it smells amazing,” you smiled.

“Well thank you, give it a try,” he encouraged, leaning on the counter.

Digging in you almost moaned when the food hit your tastebuds. It was so creamy, so rich that it made you salivate. It was so delicious your stomach growled. Seokjin just laughed and patted you on the shoulder.

“Eat up,” he said, going to clean up the kitchen.

As you ate, Seokjin told you about the house.

“The groundsman, Mr. Illich is a tender sort of fellow. He’s sensitive, and I think he likes the roses more than my beauty, which is absurd. I am much more handsome than a blooming rose, don’t you think Lady Y/N?” he asked, turning to look at you.

In something of a food coma, you just nodded at him sleepily.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, coming and taking your empty plate and putting it in the sink to clean it later.

“I’m tired,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m sure, you’ve had quite the day, let me call Mrs. Blight, she will take you to your room,” he said, heading towards the phone.

You blinked sleepily at the window, when you were certain there was a shadow that passed over the window.

The fear you’d felt earlier in the week creeped back in, your back tensing up and your legs shaking lightly. You were about to say something when you felt a hand placed on your shoulder.

You jumped, nearly falling off the stool when Seokjin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking at your slightly damp brow.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you said, swallowing thick.

“Okay, if you say so,” he said.

Mrs. Blight walked in, her black dress fanning around her.

“Come this way, I will show you to your room,” she said, turning her back and starting to walk down the hallway.

You waved to Seokjin and ran after her.

For an old lady she was pretty quick.

You followed her up a huge staircase that looked like it was out of a movie. Iron and marble met to create a beautiful railing that went up the sides and down the middle. The bottom fanned out like a lava pool at your feet. You gaped only for a moment, hurrying to catch up to Mrs. Blight. But you looked at the expensive portraits that were hung from the walls and the tapestries that had to be antiques. The whole building screamed extravagance. The curtains were thick and velvety to the touch.

“Hurry up,” Mrs. Blight demanded, walking towards a room at the end of the hall.

You did as she said and hurried, meeting her at the door a moment later.

“This is your room, your things are inside. Good night,” she said, moving to walk away.

“Wait,” you called out.

You could see her shoulders physically tense as she turned to face you again.

“Yes?” she asked, trying to hold back her scowl.

“Where is Taehyung’s room?” you asked.

She didn’t hold back her grimace this time.

“Why do you wish to know? Huh? Just so you can sneak in there and try to harm him! Or even better, so that you can divulge the layout of our home to the police? I won’t tell you,” she said.

“It was just a question, he said not to go in there. I wanted to know what to avoid,” you explained.

“A likely tale,” she scoffed.

“It’s the truth, whether you believe it or not is up to you,” you said softly.

She froze at this. Staying stock still in the middle of the hallway. You held your breath, ready for another slew of insults, but they never came.

“His room is at the end of the next hallway over. Please, do ensure you don’t go in there,” she said. “His study is at the bottom of the stairs, first door on the left.”

And with that, she was gone.

You opened your door and were shocked at the size of the room in front of you. You had a four postered bed, covered in what you could only assume to be satin sheets. You looked down at them and let your hand run over the fabric. It was cool to the touch, making you shiver lightly.

But you continued on. There was a beautiful vanity painted white in the far corner of the room. You looked and saw that your makeup bag was placed there neatly, with your hair appliances as well. There was an open door that lead to your ensuite bathroom. You tried not to squeal at the thought of your very own bathroom, but you kept your cool. Looking at the jacuzzi tub and glass shower in the corners. You wanted desperately to take a shower, but it was already so late. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your legs carried you to the bed, where you nestled under the blankets and slowly, fell asleep.

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puppy impromptu | kth

You, your boyfriend, and a mad expensive tie he bought for no apparent reason. Or: Taehyung’s fondness for being called puppy is not as innocent as you thought.

Word count: 7k

Warnings: puppy play, porn, adult stuff but as in annoying co-workers.

# sub!tae, dom!reader, established relationship, masturbation, mommy kink, puppy play, mild brat taming, body worshipping, praising and degrading kink, chocking (? with a leash, pegging, anal fingering, hand job, hair pulling, prostate milking-ish, tae is a good boy but also a little shit.

Your favourite thing in the world was the mornings when you didn’t have to work. You’d wake up early – to have a shower before your boyfriend used every single drop of hot water – then you’d make yourself a nice cup of coffee, admire the views of the skyscrapers around your apartment, and revel in the joy that was being awake in the chilly beginning of the day.

“Honey,” you heard from behind you, “did we run out of milk?”

“There’s more on the top shelf.”

Taehyung sighed, moving to check again, and you took another sip of your coffee without turning to look at him.

“Ah, yeah, found it,” he claimed. Suddenly you felt him behind you, lips kissing your forehead gently, making you smile. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep well? You should sleep in when you don’t have to go to your office.”

You turned to him and pulled him down for a deeper kiss on the lips, eyes locked. “I like waking up early. I get to say goodbye.”

Taehyung was relishing the moment when you noticed something different around his neck. It was silky to the touch, deep green. The tie slithered around his neck like a snake, hugging the right places.

“New tie, baby?”

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